Chapitre 11: Not Mr. Johnson, Call Me Master
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
(WARNING: Chapters 11 - 13 are basically just the author fulfilling his fantasies on paper. If you're more interested in the plot and not on his sexual escapades, do skip the chapters stated. They have no impact on the storyline whatsoever.)
At this moment, Monica had already reached the bedside, fully showing off her long and toned legs.
Looking at Monica who was dressed in black silk lingerie, Johnson's lips curled up slightly.
"You're quite coquettish, I see."
Upon hearing this, Monica's face turned even redder. Her head was so red that it looked like it was about to explode.
However, this appearance made her even more alluring.
Johnson's mood got even better when he saw that. He immediately grabbed Monica's hand and pulled her into his arms.
This move came too suddenly, causing Monica to let out a soft cry. Before she could react, she fell into Johnson's arms.
She was about to say something when she shut her mouth.
It was because she could already feel that there seemed to be a hard stick-like object that was pressed up against her.
Monica was not some young innocent girl. Naturally, she knew what it was.
However, her brain at this moment had almost lost its ability to think. There were only two words left in her mind.
Huge, hard!
Johnson smiled faintly and wrapped his arms around Monica, tossing her onto the bed in one move.
And Monica was like a pitiful kitten, bouncing twice on the soft and elastic bed after being thrown.
Staring at the woman who was totally at his mercy, Johnson pointed to his waist and commanded.
"Help me take it off."
Monica's cheeks burned. Although she was an adult, this was the first time she was doing something like this.
She rose slowly, her soft hands hesitant.
However, Johnson impatiently grabbed her hand and placed it on his tool.
Even through his pants, Monica could clearly feel how hot the thing inside was.
Monica gulped audibly. She could not move her hand away from that huge stick anymore.
"Take it off. Hurry."
Johnson urged.
Only then did Monica react.
Since she had brought the sexy lingerie back, she had naturally thought about this matter.
She was just stunned due to he nervousness just now.
She was much more natural now. She placed her hands on Johnson's waist and took off his pants.
The next moment, a huge tool immediately broke free from the restraint of his pants and bounced out.
"Oh my!"
As it was so sudden, the entire thing slapped on Monica's face. She could not dodge at all.
Looking at the huge tool that was emitting waves of heat in front of her, Monica could not help but exclaim.
"Take it in your mouth," Johnson commanded again.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson."
Monica blushed and nodded.
Johnson however pinched Monica's chin with his right hand.
"Not Mr. Johnson. Call me master."
This term of address was really too bold for someone like Monica.
But she felt a little excited when she heard the word.
"Yes, Master."
The next moment, Monica opened her mouth and took in Johnson's tool.
The huge meat stick emitted waves of hot air as it filled Monica's small mouth.
Even if she didn't deliberately suck on it, Johnson still felt a strong sense of pleasure.
Johnson held Monica's long golden hair with his left hand and held the back of her head with his right hand as he begun to use more force and speed.
At this moment, Monica's mouth was stuffed full, and she could not speak at all. She could only continuously let out muffled "mmhmm" sounds.
While Johnson's right hand remained pressed on the back of her head, his left hand let go of her long hair and glided along her smooth skin. He began to kneaded her mounds wantonly.
Feeling a sharp pain coming from her chest, Monica cried out.
But after that sharp pain came waves of pleasure.
She felt numb all over and her body gradually turned weak. The spot between her legs seemed to have started to become moist and she could no longer control herself.
Johnson clamped Monica's dainty nubs between his index and middle fingers and rubbed it roughly.
Monica obtained a different kind of pleasure from the pain. She was in a daze. She even forgot to continue moving her mouth.
But how could Johnson let her slack off?
He immediately exerted force with his right hand, pressing down hard on Monica's head again.
The huge rod went straight into Monica's throat, making her heave. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.
Monica's throat that was starting to constrict because of the dry-heaving brought about an enhanced pleasurable experience to Johnson!
Johnson lowered his head to look at her as he breathed heavily.
On the other hand, Monica's eyes were blurry, and her eyes fluttered continuously.
Seeing this, Johnson immediately knew that this girl had probably climaxed until she had lost her senses.
He moved his hands, grabbed Monica's shoulders, and pushed her forward. Monica fell onto the bed, panting softly.
Under the illumination of the lights that were re-supplied with electricity, Johnson saw that the bedsheets under Monica were already soaked.
"You slutty girl, you sure have a lot of juices."
Hearing such direct slurs, Monica's cheeks became even hotter.
She wanted to turn her head away, but her mouth involuntarily replied.
"Master, I'm a slut. Master, please f**k me to death."
As she spoke, Monica wriggled her waist. She looked like she could not wait for Johnson's rod.
At the same time, she couldn't help but think.
So I'm actually this type of person?
Is this the joy between men and women?
She only felt that her lower body was especially itchy and moist.
The desire to let a man in was extremely strong!
-- Cadeau
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