Chapter 27: Chapter 27

KRISTIN

Picturing June's pussy wasn't so difficult. In fact, picturing a vibrator on her clit wasn't difficult because I had seen her do that before now.

I saw her black hair on my crotch, her face on my cock. She looked up, her expressive brown eyes smiling into mine.

She slurped the juices her pussy left on my cock, all the time, smiling into my eyes.

I could almost hear her moans as she sat on my cock again to ride the hell out of me.

A part of my mind told me I was doing something wrong, but my erect cock wasn't going to satisfy itself.

As my abdomen tensed and I felt tingling in my balls, a warning filtered into my head: I couldn't cum on June's sheets.

With a grunt, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching how June's scent slid on my cock, stroking me to the tip and going down to my shaft before repeating the process.

"Ahh, fuck, June." The build-up started from the legs and settled with a tingle on the tip of my cock. I shivered, put the underwear aside and struggled to her bathroom. "Fuck!" I grabbed my erect flesh and grunted as the first string jutted out with stars floating above my head like spaceships.

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I cannot remember the last time I came so hard from touching myself—maybe in high school, but I really can't remember.

Despite my orgasmic release, my cock refused to go flaccid. What's worse, I could not even zip my trousers up.

With a sigh, I knew what had to be done.

Trying to cover my crotch, I grabbed my keys and raced for my car. Why the hell would I even touch myself, not to talk of touching myself on June's bed—to thoughts of June!

I drove out of the neighbourhood and headed straight for the hotel.

I went straight to the place of interest. It was difficult to see my erection. I exhaled in relief. I just hope nobody took a pic of my crotch when I ran from the parking lot.

I met the madam at the door ordering some ladies around.

She smiled widely and kissed me on the cheek, "Hey Kristin! It's been so long!"

I moved back a bit to prevent poking her abdomen with my erection.

"I came here some days ago. You were busy," I said and swallowed. "I need someone. Fast. I have something to do at work." It was a big lie, but who cares?

"Go to that room over there," she said, smiling and pointing to a room I could see. "I will send one of the best over to you."

I knew she was going to send the actual "best." If there is anything she had learned over time, it was the fact that I appreciated sexy girls and paid handsomely for it.

It didn't take long. I had already taken off my clothes and sat on the bed with my dick sticking in the air like a souvenir.

The door was pushed in and a lady stepped in, completely naked.

She smiled at me, palming her boobs for me to see. I didn't know she came in with a package until she bent down and picked up a dildo and cuff, waving it got me to see.

"Which do you prefer first?" she whispered seductively, her eyes fucking me.

I spread my legs wider so she could see what she was going to take. Her eyes went to my erect dick. I don't know what it was about my erection that made her swallow nervously.

"Start with the dildo."

"Okay." She made to move but my voice stopped her.

"Sir. Call me sir."

"Yes, sir." She slightly shivered. The previous confidence seemed to fly out of the window. She squatted and angled the tip of the dildo to her pussy while I scooted to the edge of the bed for a better view.

I don't know how it happened next... As the toy slipped into her and she moaned, arching her back, I saw June instead.

I could swear that it was June that was wrapped around the dildo. The pink pussy had a semblance to June's. Hell, everything seemed to be June-like!

"Ride it, June," I murmured.

"Huh?" she looked back.

"I wasn't talking to you. Do as you're told."

"Y—Yes sir," she stammered and continued riding the dildo.

It seemed I was losing my mind.

I saw June again. I can recognize her hair anywhere.

"Come here!" I ordered, making the lady shiver. "Suck my cock."

She made to straddle with her chest facing mine, but I objected.

"Turn the other way." Seeing her face would make it difficult to think it's June. When she did as I said, I pushed her waist down and dived upward, slamming into her with a clap.

She screamed and bent over. I saw her thighs vibrate.

"Fuck you, June. You're messing with my mind!" I slammed up again, intent on causing pain and pleasure, mixing both until she could differentiate one from the other.

"PLEASE, SIR," My whore begged, her legs shaking. I know she must probably be wondering why she came in the first place.

"You will be unable to walk again for the rest of today when I'm done," I promised and took another upward stroke, holding her down as she tried leaning forward.

"Please, sir," she begged again. I heard the strain in her voice.

"I will fuck you until your pussy is sore, June!"

"W—Who is June?" she stammered, obviously shaking now. I slapped her arse cheek so hard my palm print stayed there like evidence.

"Shut up and fucking ride me!"I slapped her hard across the arse again, listening in panting delight as June's voice filtered out of her moans.

As she rode me with her shaky legs, I dived upward to meet her bounce. The result was the harmony of moans, clapping sound of flesh on flesh, grunts, and cries of pleasure that combined beautifully to create a piece of melody within the walls of the room.

I reached forward, still plunging into her, and rubbed on her clit. She shuddered, crying just the way I want.

"Help me, sir. Please, sir!"

"Call me uncle," I rasped. "Tell uncle what you want."

"Fuck me, uncle!" she screamed as I slammed into her again. "I'm cuming!!"

Her thighs quivered. She pushed forward with a cry and grew limp in my arms, her body shaking like leaves in a storm.

"I'm going to cum in your pussy, June!" I grunted and emptied myself into her, watching in delight as my continuous thrusts made my cum drip out of her.

I fell on my back, breathing hard...

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Okay, I now fantasize about June during sex...

I tightened my grip on the wheel as I drove home.

When did it come to this?

It wouldn't take long before I did something really bad.

Just like I did on the night June was drunk. I still can't believe that I allowed her to suck me off and swallow... Good Lord...

I didn't bother parking well when I got to the house before jumping inside and racing to the bathroom to see if cold water would do the magic and make me stop thinking about June.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, noting how tired lines were on my forehead and cheeks. I needed a good sleep.

After staying under the spray of water for more than ten minutes, I felt better—and a bit sleepy.

I exited the bathroom moments later and didn't bother putting anything on before collapsing on the bed to sleep.

The wind coming in from the window aided my fast descent into the land of dreams.

I don't how long I slept, but I was jolted by the ring of my phone.

I peered at the screen. June?

"Doll?" I answered, my voice coming out unintentionally gruff.

“Why do you sound so gruff? Did I wake you up?” she asked.

“Well, I stayed back from work. Was feeling a bit tired after a… Um… A rigorous activity this afternoon. So… " I trailed off, sounding nervous as hell. I cleared my throat.

"Oh."

I rambled off something that didn't come straight from my brain since most of my consciousness was still clouded from sleep.

She replied, “Mark just wanted to know if you are at home. He's bringing me home."

Mark?!

I almost palmed my face.

The remaining conversation went in a blur with June saying that they had something they wanted to tell me.

"What's that?" I asked, sitting up as all traces of sleep left my voice.

"Well... You will get to know of it."

The call disconnected.

I rushed out of bed and jumped into some clothes. June's college is not too far from home so I know how long it would take Mark's car to arrive.

I stood in the sitting room, my heart in my mouth. What were they going to say? Was June trying to pull my legs?

I heard the honk of his car outside. It took everything in me not to rush outside.

They took longer than usual to knock.

I flung the door open. "Doll, you—" I stopped, mortified. "What the hell are you doing holding his hand?!"

The other parts of our conversation ran in a blur.

I allowed them in and then heard what I've always feared:

"We are dating."

It was Mark, the snake.

Even before I went livid in anger, I knew I was fighting a lost battle...