Rick
This is a work of fantasy and wishful thinking. I had fun writing it and hope you enjoy it too. Please send your comments to rick_blaine69@hotmail.com . Also any correspondence personal and otherwise is appreciated.
Part 3
Afterwards, we just laid there, with my head on his hairy chest, inhaling his smells. Frankie said, "You're mine, you're my girl."
"Yes Frankie," I replied. "I'm your girl."
"You're my girl, my cock sucker, and my fucking cunt."
"Yes Frankie, I'm your girl, your cock sucker, and your fucking cunt."
Until late Sunday afternoon, Frankie and I had each other to enjoy before Charlie and Bill returned. After that, who knows when the next time we could be alone. So we made the most of it.
Frankie made love to me five more times, me being the bottom. We kissed, he sucked my nipples, cock and balls, licked my ass, and fucked me. And each time, just before cuming, he would pull out, sit on my chest, and fuck my mouth. And I swallowed all his cream each time. In between, he let me make oral love to his ass. I kissed it, licked it, stuck my tongue in it, and sucked it. I licked and sucked his balls. And for being his good girl, he let me suck his cock and eat his cream. It was a wonderful weekend.
About 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon, he had me clean up my room, and take up all the sheets and bundle them. I took them to the Laundromat down the street to wash and dry. When I was done, I came back to my room and made up the bed. When Charlie and Bill returned, Frankie and I were each in our own rooms studying. Charlie and Bill thought that we had been studying all weekend, and called us history geeks. Rather they call us geeks then call us fags, or sissies, or homos, and let everyone else know. Who knows what they or their friends would do if they found out.
One night that week, I had Frankie meet me at the bookstore just before closing. I had him go to the special section until I was sure that everyone was gone, including Mr. and Mrs. Robinson. When I found him, he was going through a book on gay fetish sex. He was so involved reading it, he did not hear me enter the room. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was excited. My cock responded by causing a bulge in my pants.
"Frankie." "Hey, girl," he replied. "This is an interesting book. It is giving me some ideas that I would like for us to do."
"Anything for you, lover man," I said.
"While I finish reading this part, drop your pants and shorts."
I did as I was told. Then he told me to kneel before him, and undo his pants. I did as instructed knowing what was coming next. Unzipping his pants, I pulled down both his pants and shorts, causing his erected cock to spring up. My mouth watered. He waited for me to speak first. He new that I wanted to suck him off, since it had been three days since I had eaten any of cream.
"May I suck your cock, my love?"
"Yes, my little cock sucker. I know its been three days without cream for you. Play with yourself while you suck, but don't you cum until I tell you."
At that, I covered his cock head with my mouth and began licking and sucking as he read. His cock tasted so good as I sucked up his precum. I squeezed his balls with my left hand, while I stroked myself with my right. The only sound in the room was me sucking away on his cock. I must have sucked cock for 15 minutes before he came. Needless to say, I swallowed all he gave. I finished him off nice and clean. Then he told me to finish jerking myself off into my hand. I knew that he was going to let me lick my own cream off my hand. Just the thought made me shoot wad after wad into my hand. Then I licked my hand clean.
"Thank you, my love, I really needed to suck your cock, Frankie."
"You're a great cock sucker, girl, you deserve all the cream you want. You know, this book has some really good things that I would like to do with you, girl. But we need a quiet place like this one."
I told Frankie that we could use the store's staff room after 9:00 pm Monday thru Thursday, and after 6:00 pm on Friday and Saturday. And of course, all day Sunday.
"Good, cock sucker. By the way, can we borrow this book? I want to write down the things that I want to with you."
"Of course you can, I have an in with the owners."
After that night, Frankie and I began to use the book store staff room as our love nest. After writing done the ideas that he got from the little book, I returned it, and the Robinson's never knew the difference. Frankie then made a list of items that he needed, in addition to the toys are already owned. He had me purchased these items, but would not tell for what they would be used. I could only imagine, and that excited me to no end. I knew that whatever he had in mind, I would submit, for I understood now, that I was his to dominate. I was his girly sub, and that this was what I truly wanted.