Twisted Hearts

CHAPTER 2-DISCOVERING ALEXANDER BLACKWELL

Alison

He inclined his head to the left as if he could not believe that I would give a negative answer to his question. Then he said, "Suck my balls."

Oh, yes. That was what I had forgotten. Well, my mind wasn't mine anymore. It was filled with all sorts of tantalizing instances of ecstasy. Realizing that I could even get this wet was something I wanted to experience for much longer.

So I did exactly what he wanted me to do.

I trailed my tongue down his long and huge d**k, then I took one half of his balls in my mouth. It tasted salty, but it didn't irk me at all. I kept sucking it like a boiled egg.

"That's right! f**k. You do it just right."

I couldn't get both of his balls into my mouth because they were too big, so I had to do it one at a time. Then I got back up to his d**k and licked the top of it, which I had learned was very sensitive.

He jerked in response to that, and I handled his balls with one hand and began to massage him.

The man on the sofa said all manner of vulgar encouragements to me, and it only made me get wetter and slicker.

Gosh, I have never been so turned on in my life that way.

Suddenly, he pushed me away from him, and I asked him a question.

"Oh, don't look so disappointed. You'll get more of me, b***h. I just want a different angle this time."

And saying that, he got to his feet, looking like an Egyptian god. Looking the way a virile man was supposed to look. I was still on my knees and turned my neck all the way up so that my eyes could take him all in.

He looked magnificent, not so wriggly as Jack. But every inch a man, as they say.

I was about to get up when he said, "Stay down, on your knees. That's where you belong for now."

I nodded in agreement. Yes, that's where I belong.

Then he held my head with both hands, strong as they felt, shot his d**k into my mouth again until I could feel it at the end of my tongue, then he began to f**k me.

Slow at first, then faster. It lasted for almost three sweet minutes, then he pulled himself out and brought me to my feet.

I wiped the saliva that was smeared on my cheek off and waited for him to say something to me.

"Now I am going to find out if you are tight down there just the way you are up here," he said.

I felt a rush of excitement when I heard he was going to f**k me. But that very rush suddenly died down when we both heard a knock on the door.

My heart went pit-a-pat. We immediately jumped back into our clothes just before the door opened, and my mother walked in.

Her eyes settled on us, and she said, "Oh, I see you have both met each other."

What the hell was she talking about?

Mom, last night was your last call for the week. "You were supposed to have been home," I said.

"It was, and I apologize for not saying something about it. There was a mix-up. But I'm here now. Oh, meet Alexander Blackwell, your father's friend. He's been taking care of us, your education, and this house we live in is courtesy of him."

I could not believe my ears. It felt like someone pulled a rug from under my feet, and I was still falling.

"What?" I slowly asked.

"f**k," I heard him mutter.

"Oh, don't be that way and say hi to him."

I turned to Alexander and said, "Hello, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for all the help." Those words were difficult to put out after what we had just done, but considering he was the one responsible for our welfare, I had no goddamn choice.

He held out his hand. "Pleasure is mine. Just call me Alexander."

The way he put that pleasure word out there just made me want to go back to what we were doing.

I knew I had to get out of there before my thoughts and needs got the better of me. So I picked up my bag and headed for the stairs.

"Alison!" my mom called behind me, but I ignored her. She wouldn't understand.

I got to my room, shut the door behind me, and bolted it to keep her out. I tried to calm my rapidly beating heart, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Gosh, it almost happened. I was about to get f****d by Alexander's huge d**k, and my mom just happened to walk in at that very moment.

Well, would I have let him f**k me how he wanted? Probably yes, his d**k had been in my mouth already, so why not down there where it was sweeter?

I licked my mouth again, bringing back the taste.

I flung my bag into a corner and took my shoes off. Then I stripped. I looked at my panties and could discern where my wetness had soaked into them. The berth was wide, and I held a hand to my mouth, shocked that I had flooded myself with my own juice.

Stepping into the tub, I turned on the shower and set it to cold. That was the only thing that'd bring down my racing heart.

The cold water filled up, and I waited. For a few minutes, nothing happened.

"f**k it," I said, and began to rub my c**t with my index and middle finger.

It wasn't my first time, but since Jack hadn't been helping, I helped myself to an orgasm.

Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing.

Thought back to the parlor and how good he was thrusting in and out of my mouth. So in control, so virile. My legs began to shake and I literally howled as the orgasm took me over.

After I came, I said, "It would have felt better if he had just f****d me. Hell."