I lay on the bed, still clutching my cock and my balls, my ass throbbing in time with my pulse, and watched her walk across the room.I lay on the bed, still clutching my cock and my balls, my ass throbbing in time with my pulse, and watched her walk across the room. Her whole body was damp with sweat, her bikini bottom dark at the crotch and along the crack of her ass. I was still alert enough to reflect on how incredibly sexy she looked, but I couldn't have gotten it up if my life depended on it. Cheryl looked down at me. "Get up and get dressed," she snapped. "I'll see you in the kitchen." I staggered to my feet and went to pick up my shorts, glancing in the full-length mirror as I crossed the room. My ass looked just the way it felt, an ugly purple from top to bottom and side to side. A good thing I had no hot dates scheduled this week, I thought to myself. I eased my shorts on and went out to the living room where I'd left the rest of my clothes. Dressing was agony, but at last I finished getting everything back on, even tying my shoes. Cheryl was sitting on a stool in the breakfast nook in her kitchen. "Have a seat," she smirked as I shuffled in. "No thanks," I said. "I'll just take my stories and all of the computer disks and go." I wondered whether I'd be able to sit in my car to drive home. "I promised you could have them when we were through, didn't I?", Cheryl said thoughtfully. "You're damn right you did!" "Well, I'll keep my promise, but this was just so much fun that I don't think we're through yet." "What the hell do you mean?", I demanded. "You've had your fun, now give me those files and those papers!" Cheryl was opening the front door as I spoke. She smiled at me and said "Why don't you come over Friday evening, and we'll talk about it then?" She nudged me onto the porch and closed the door behind me. I was tempted to kick the door in, beat the shit out of Cheryl, if necessary, and demand my papers and computer files back. |