So many men are only boys, still making snide remarks among themselves about what they had experienced the night before or drooling over crass girly magazines.So many men are only boys, still making snide remarks among themselves about what they had experienced the night before or drooling over crass girly magazines. For them sex was still dirty, something of the schoolyard even though they might be decades older. For him, and for the Girl, pleasure was life, a continuing work of art, an expansion of the mind and senses to offset the foolishness of day to day existence. And as he watched hew realized all over again what an artist she was. Watching her was like watching a great dancer. Her lips and mouth on his cock, the expressions on her face, the careful movement of hands and fingers. She knew how to play men like instruments. He saw the strong muscles of her back and legs and the long dark hair down her back. He heard the smacking and slurping sounds as she sucked this man into oblivion and it was more enticing than most music. Months before he had had a video camera system installed in the play room. Everything they all did that night would be recorded and at another time she would suck him while he watched it all over again. Now she was stroking his cock long and hard while she licked his balls. The Stranger was showing signs of losing control and she must watch him closely as he neared his point of saturation. She stopped, looked up into his eyes and clamped her strong fingers around the base of his cock. The Stranger cringed and begged her not to stop. The Master smiled as she looked to him. After the Stranger had cooled down a bit she sat back on her haunches and began to slowly finger herself as he watched. She looked directly into his eyes as she worked herself. |