Second-Hand Young Lady

CHAPTER ONE-2

"An ideal blow job," he continued in a professional tone, "aside from creating the desire to perform same for the woman, is to arouse the man almost to climax before you have even gotten his c**k all the way into your mouth. In other words, you don't gobble it up and suck as hard and fast as you can to get it over with as quickly as possible."

Jolted, Sylvia stared up at him. How did he know? She'd never told him about actually blowing Ralph. And his language! He never talked like that before. Her face flushed a deeper red-not from desire, but from embarrassment.

Dr. Miller smiled slightly, enjoying her discomfort. He had struck a nerve cord. Marvelous, he thought: Teaching a woman how to blow him was almost as good as a virgin's tight little hole.

"The tongue, gentle use of the teeth, and the hands are as, if not more important, than the force of the suction of the mouth. The balls too should never be neglected." He lowered his hand from his cockhead to cup his tight, full balls in his hand, holding his shaft upright with the other hand, his eyes glowing.

Sylvia lowered her eyes to his balls. They weren't as big as Ralph's. Stop, she warned herself. Don't compare them. Maybe I'm wrong about his tinting his hair, she mused. The sparse hair that coated the rough skin of his balls was speckled with gray. The cord that seemed to divide the hard eggs disappeared ihto a bush of thick black curly pubic hair that sprouted round the base of the shaft.

"And as you explore, attuning yourself to his responses, you will find the entire surrounding area ready for you." Another anticipatory drop leaked from his swollen cockhead and he stepped backward quickly, dropping his prick. "Now then, are you ready?"

Sylvia looked up at him startled. Begin? Begin what? Was she supposed to blow him?

He ignored her, pulling his jockey shorts up, forcing the hard hunk of meat into the tight pouch, then drawing up his suit pants. She stared at the solid bulge as he zipped his pants closed, buckled his belt, and sat down beside her again.

"Now, I am Ralph the husband, sitting here sipping my martini and you come home, self-confident and determined. Undoubtedly Ralph will question you about your strange behavior and we'll go over that later. For now, assume he is staring at you. What are you doing?"

"I'm uh-" gingerly, Sylvia placed one sweating palm on the doctor's thigh. What am I doing? In the living room? Never! Not since-

The doctor grasped her wrist lightly in his hand. "You are on the floor in front of me, secure in your ability, wanting only to blow him and his mind at the same time."

Sylvia nodded and stood up, the damp crotch of her pantsuit irritating when she walked. She knelt awkwardly on the floor between the doctor's knees and stared down at the bulge beneath his pants, aware now that it was much smaller. She would have to get it up again. What if it didn't come up? The thought was mortifying.

"Go on," Dr. Miller urged her.

Almost reluctantly, Sylvia undid the buckle of his pants and uncapped the hook of his pants.

"Get involved with what you're doing!" he said sternly.

His reprimand echoed in her ears. Biting her lip, Sylvia cupped her hand over the softened mound between his legs, pressing her hot palm gently into it as she slowly drew the zipper down. The flesh was warm through the soft wool of his pants and a small, quivering jerk in her hand testified to his ready response.

Her eyes fastened on the swell, her hands slowly parted the unzipped pants. The doctor raised his ass up an inch from the couch and she drew his pants down over his thighs, backing up to pull them down around his ankles. Her hot, nervous hands brushed lightly up the soft, hairy surface of his legs to his thighs.

"Mmmmmm," he whispered, "that's right. Contact."

The still concealed prick strained through the jersey cotton of his shorts, the swell now elongated. She struggled with the waistband until at last the tight shorts gave and she got them down around the ankles, her eyes locked to the upright pole. The mass of veins on the underside looked even larger close up.

She studied the prize, uncertain of what to do next, her tongue wetting her dry lips, afraid to look up at him, waiting for some kind of cue from him, knowing if he were really Ralph, by now he would have her head pinned down over his c**k, pumping back and forth till she thought he would choke her to death.

"By now," Dr. Miller said, "you should have your hands positioned so as to prevent me from rushing your explorations."

My God, she thought, he's reading my mind.

He smiled encouragingly. "Follow your instincts. Think to yourself, 'This is the very first prick I have ever seen.' What do you want to know first? How it smells? How it feels? How it tastes?" His piercing blue eyes glowed with lust as he stared at his uncertain patient.

Sylvia leaned forward and pressed her hot palms flat against his lower stomach, her face inches away from his turgid d**k, the strong male odor tickling her nostrils, excitement knotting her stomach muscles, stirring up the uncontrollable flow of juice inside her hungry cunthole.

A glaze seemed to form over her wide green eyes as she stared at the blinking, inviting eye of the fleshy mushroom of his c**k. He was silent, his breath heavy, his body tense, awaiting the first touch of her soft, hot sensuous mouth on his impatient prick. His mouth watered in anticipation.

Sylvia hunched over his solid c**k, the tip of her pink tongue nervously stroking her upper lip, oblivious to the office around her with its black-framed degrees, which she had stared at endlessly, trying to tell him about her life. The battleground for her mind had become the battleground for her body-his prick a gigantic weapon which she would conquer.

"No!" Dr. Miller said sharply. "Keep your head up, tilted as far back as possible so that he may see what you are doing. An effective blow job includes all the senses-sight is as important as touch!"

Obediently. Sylvia raised her head, but did not look up at him. Her eyes locked to the slit, her pink tongue darted out, swept over the glistening cockhead, and drew back inside to savor the taste of his love juice. She closed her eyes, her senses turned inward, the smell of his strong body mingled with the pungent, unidentifiable taste of his c**k. A dizzy intoxication whirled in her head and and excitement pounded in her ears.

He had caught his breath as he watched the tongue snake out and now he exhaled slowly, reveling in his triumph. She was totally in his power. She was learning and if she learned well, he might even consider giving her an extra therapeutic hour each week.

Sylvia swallowed, and a warmth, like the after effect of straight gin, spread through her stomach. The taste and smell were still unnameable. She opened her mouth wider and her long, pink tongue slowly caressed the sensitive cap.

The intoxicating dizziness in her head subsided, replaced by a sense of power. I could become a real c**k-teaser, she thought, and nearly giggled aloud at the idea. She had never played with a c**k before. Blowing Ralph was just something she had to do now and then. And worse, he ate her like he forced her to blow him-hard and fast. She had pretended for a while that she enjoyed it, but after a while she couldn't stand it any longer. She told him she liked to f**k much better and he had accepted that without protest.

Her lips closed lightly around the firm ridge of skin that divided the full head from the shaft. Her tongue swirled the flowing juices in her mouth around the small fleshy mounds, savoring the knowledge that she was exciting him and teasing him. Her ears picked up the sound of his heavy breathing and her fingers pressing into his stomach were magnets absorbing his s****l tension.

She sucked lightly on the rubbery head, jutting her jaw forward to brush the throbbing veins in the rigid shaft below, rewarded by a faint, "Mmmmmm," of approval from the doctor.

He leaned back into the couch, his eyes glowing with hunger, the low suckling sounds tickling his ears, her shoulder-length, silky blonde hair brushing his bare thighs, pulsating desire rushed through him in waves. It would take a lot of effort to keep from shooting off prematurely. That would certainly destroy his authoritative doctor image.

Explore, Sylvia told herself, drawing back and releasing his c**k head with a last squeeze, a promise to return. The mushrooming head quivered in the cool air, the surface gleaming with her saliva, and she smiled at it, as though it stood alone, unconnected to the man itself.

She moved the thumb and forefinger of one hand around the base of the long shaft, her hand automatically registering its thick girth, wider than Ralph and the heavy growth of hair surprisingly softer, or was she imagining it? Imagining it, because this c**k was new? She willed the instinct to compare away and her eyes traveled down the length, studying the intricate network of blue to red veins, some barely visible, others prominent "and bumpy. She was certain she could see the blood coursing through.

She stretched the tip of her pink tongue out as far as she could to press into the shallow indent beneath the short overhang of his cockhead, wiggling her tongue back and forth lightly, slowly moving down, tracing the path of pounding veins, her head tipped back, her face glowing with pleasure, her eyes closed, luxuriating in the sense of his body's response, underlined by his husky panting breath and occasional involuntary low groans of pleasure as her exploring tongue and hot breath struck an extra-sensitive chord that resounded in his ears.

His balls ached pleasantly, contracted inside their tight pouch, the rising tide of come, forcing him to concentrate on his control. The usual mind games he played eluded him. His favorite-to pretend she was a w***e and he paid till he came-was impossible. There was absolutely nothing w***e-like about her. But then, perhaps he had been wrong.. Her feverish tongue and sensuous lips were moving in anything but an amateur's pattern.

Sylvia reached the base, his soft pubic hair tickled her chin as she moved her head in closer, the rich male odor stronger now, and her p***y contracted frantically, begging to be released from the tight confines of her panties and pantsuit.

Her hot, wet mouth opened wide over the expanse of his balls, the tongue circling, absorbing the sensitive flesh, tracing the firm cord between the hard ovals. She pressed the shaft above against his stomach, burrowing into the nest below.

Gently, she sucked in one oval, moving it slowly around the hot cavern of her mouth, marveling at its Strange feel. Her teeth grazed the firm ball, chewing tenderly as her tongue circled rapidly around inside the grip of her teeth.

His body tensed in a sudden convulsion and he shifted his feet, thrusting his torso closer to her. He stifled the .moan in his throat and closed his eyes. The sight was more than he could stand as the tide of come threatened to burst into the air.

What would he do if I really bit it, she thought, and choked at the idea, releasing the ball to catch her breath, gasping.

Alarm flashed in his eyes as he looked down at her, but she didn't look up. She smiled at his balls and leaned forward to take the other inside her more than willing mouth.