That evening after work Elton came out of the subway still behind his normal time schedule. It would be impossible for him to be at home by six p.m., but he hurried anyway. A quick stop at the A amp;P and he picked up a TV dinner and a bottle of Pepsi. Then he rushed to a different supermarket where oranges were on sale. "Nobody could say that Elton was a spend thrift," he said out loud as he paid for his two oranges. Thus laden, he scurried out of the supermarket towards his co-op apartment on the 15th floor. As he fumbled with the keys, he could bear the phone ringing in his apartment. The steel door became an opponent and the key just wouldn't slide into the lock. The phone rang and rang again and just as Elton burst through the door of his apartment the ringing ceased.
Elton put his food on a table and walked back to the door and removed his keys. He closed the door softly and threw the bolt. He looked at his watch and saw that it was fourteen minutes after six p.m. "I wonder if that was Sandy calling," he muttered. He lit the oven and set the thermostat following the exact printed instructions that were printed on the TV dinner package.
He sat down and peeled an orange; while he waited for the TV dinner to cook. Elton had just shoved a segment of the orange into his mouth when the phone rang. He gulped hard and the orange juice ran from the corners of his mouth and dribbled to his chin.
"Hello," he slurped. The orange was still caught in his mouth.
"Elton where were you? I called you before. You were not home. Where the hell were you? Didn't I tell you to wait for me to call. Man alive, I thought you were dependable. Even when I tell you what to do, you screw it all up. Haven't you got any God damn brains? Well, tell me why weren't you home?"
"Errr, errr… well. I was late this morning and I just couldn't catch up with myself all day."
"Elton, I don't want to hear this shit. You just get your ass over here and take me out to dinner."
"But, I… already got a TV dinner in the oven and…"
Sandy interrupted, "Well throw it out and get your clothes on and get over here. I'll expect you at seven-fifteen and bring your charge cards. I've invited a few friends to come alone."
"Well… ah ah hhh…"
"Never mind the shit, get over here!" and Sandy banged the phone down.
Sandy sat back and thought about where she would tell Elton to take her to eat. She really didn't have any guests, but she just wanted to test a little of her power out on Elton. While she had been talking to Elton, her legs were wide spread and she sat upright on a leather arm chair. Her pussy had dribbled onto the smooth shiny leather and made it slippery. She wriggled her buttocks into the slime and slid in a tight circle on the leather surface. The feeling of leather excited Sandy and she pictured herself in her leather outfit directing Elton her slave in various situations.
Sandy took her right index finger and put in on the soft down covered mons. She cupped her palm and massaged gently. She felt her split open and begin to throb. She looked down and pushed her finger between her slippery outer cuntlips just barely touching them. The sensation of her forefinger slipping softly in between her Labia Majora made her writhe in her own cream that dribbled from her hot wet pussy. Her finger slid back and forth and the sensation was maddening.
Sandy threw one leg over the arm of the chair and hooked her forefinger into the opening of her honey pot. She wondered what Elton would be like when he came to pick her up. She opened her eyes and withdrew her finger from her hot quim and said to herself, 'I'll save it for later and then it'll be better.'
The doorbell rang and Elton held some flowers out to Sandy, "I thought you would like these flowers."
Sandy took the flowers and said, "Oh thank you. You're a darling."
Elton stepped into the foyer and Sandy closed the door after him. In the process of hooking the door chain into its place her dressing gown slid open exposing the whiteness of her globes. A thin line of white connected both titties. This line was where the two bikini brassiere cups were pulled towards each other, by a fine ribbon.
Sandy made no motion to cover herself and she felt her pussy contract and squeeze some of her cream down the inside of her thighs. She took Elton's hand and said, "Come on in. The flowers are beautiful." She placed them in a vase and smiled sweetly in Elton's direction. She allowed her robe to open still further exposing her flat stomach and twat covered with brown down to Elton.
Elton sat down and looked around the room, saying, "Well I'm only three minutes late!"
"That's all right Elton. The flowers make up for everything. Would you like to help me dress?"
Elton looked downward and mumbled something, "Well errrr… What can I do to help?"
Sandy said, "Get up and help me take my dressing gown off. Come on Elton get your arse moving."
Elton stood up and Sandy faced him. Her dressing gown was wide open and Elton's eyes started to look toward the floor. Sandy towered over Elton and she grabbed his hair again and made him look up at her bare titties. She placed his hands on her dressing gown and said, "Come on Elton. Take the God damn thing off of me. If you want to help me; help me. Come on. Take it off of me!"
Elton hesitatingly took Sandy's dressing gown from her shoulders exposing her bare milk white globes to his eager gaze.
Sandy had a pair of very brief black flower bikini panties on. As the robe fell to the floor Elton kneeled down on his knees and threw his arms around Sandy's thighs. He buried his face in her silken covered muff. He breathed deeply through his nose, smelting the odor of Sandy's pussy. He turned his face sideways and said, "Ohhh." His ears felt the heat that came from her vaginal crease and Sandy pushed downwards on his head moving his nose away from her cleft.
Elton strained upwards and said, "Let me feel it? Let me smell it?"
Sandy smiled and said, "Will you be my slave? Would you like to suck on my panties crotch? Or, would you rather wash my panties and suck my pussy? No never mind. I'll tell you what to do, slave."
Elton continued to hug Sandy's legs to his chest, eyes closed. His glasses had fallen to the floor and Elton suddenly stopped his caressing and picked up his glasses, "So that they won't be damaged." He explained.
Sandy allowed him to put the glasses in his breast pocket, then she snapped, "Get on your knees again slave!"
Elton dropped to his knees and Sandy allowed him to put his mouth up against her bikini covered pussy.
She asked, "Do you like that? Would you like to suck my pussy?" She saw Elton nod his head. Sandy ordered, "Pull my panties down to the floor, so that my cunt can be right against your face. Yes, my bare cunt up against your face. I don't know whether I'll let you kiss it or not. I'll decide. Slave, go and wash my panties and when you come back maybe I'll give you a reward. But, before you go; take off all of your clothes except your undershorts."
Elton rose from his kneeling position with Sandy's panties clutched tightly in his hands. His eyes were shut and he stood for a moment motionless.
He felt a stinging slap on his face and then another and he heard Sandy crying out, "Take those Goddamn clothes off. No, not all of the clothes. Leave your fucking shorts on. That's all I want to see."
Elton said, "Yes. Yes. Do you mind if I fold them up? If I don't fold them up, they will loose their press?" Elton waited for an answer.
Sandy just glared at him. Her mouth formed a hard tight thin line and she stared downward at him. She stepped forward on top of the clothing that Elton was removing. She ground her heel into the jacket shirt and tore the corner of his grey colored white shirt.
Elton pleaded, "Please. Please." He felt his cock start to get hard.
The tent that it formed under his underwear seemed to infuriate Sandy. She reached down and grasped his half hard wang and commanded, "Wash my panties and then come back." She squeezed his dong and kept him from going to the bathroom. "What's holding you up? Why don't you go and wash my panties?" Sandy never let go of Elton's joint.
"… But… you're not letting me go. You're holding me back. Please let me go. Please let me go."
Sandy released his semi-hard burgeoning penis and allowed Elton to run to the bathroom. He had just about reached the bathroom door when Sandy called out, "Stop. Suck the crotch of my panties!"
Elton shoved the panty crotch in his mouth and ground his teeth into the soft flowered, black, silky material. He could taste Sandy's cream and sweat that had oozed into the cunt position of her panties. The taste titillated Elton's palate and he sucked on the material mixing his saliva with the hot taste of Sandy's drippings.
Elton moaned and sucked until Sandy again commanded him, "Go and wash my fucking panties. Can't you see I'm in a hurry?" She watched Elton trot around the doorway and into the 'john'. She called out, "Use the soap in the cabinet." The sound of Elton letting the water rush into the sink made Sandy think of how she could use Elton. "What's taking you so long? Just let them soak in the sink and come back here."
Elton came out of the bathroom and faced Sandy. He tried to hold her around the waist and kiss her, but she turned her face away from him saying, "Not those lips, stupid. The ones down between my legs. The hot red lips that are dripping my cream. I want you to lap my cunt. Do you understand, cuntlapper?" Sandy laid back on the couch with her legs spread wide. Her inflamed orifice was raised high in the air, by a pillow that she had jammed under her arse. She commanded, "Elton, get down on your knees and start sucking! Now!"
Elton got down on his knees, in between Sandy's outstretched long lovely legs. He gazed into her pussy. Its gaping mouth seemed to be dribbling out copious quantities of cream. He put his face near to her cuntlips. He sniffed and smelled the deliciousness of Sandy's exciting twat. He snuffed up to her crotch and smelled her gash with long savoring breaths.
Sandy interrupted his thoughts, "I told you to suck my cunt… not smell it. What in the hell do I have to do to make you understand me." Her hand lashed out and struck the back of his head a light grazing blow.
Elton writhed his hips and placed each of his hands on each side of Sandy's inviting arse cheeks. He could feel the wetness dribbling down from her cunt to her arse. He buried his face in Sandy's hot, flaming, red trench and began to lick at Sandy's little man in the boat. He licked and whipped his tongue from one end of her flaming trench to the other. His saliva dripped outwards from his tongue and mixed with Sandy's cunt juice. Elton placed one of his hands on his cock.
Sandy shouted at Elton, "You bastard! Where are you putting your other hand? Get that hand off your wang and hold my cuntlips apart and suck, slave. Suck me out good. Don't stop and fool around. I want to feel your hands on my cunt and only on my cunt. Suck slave! Suck harder! Let me hear the sound! Come on, bastard! Suck! Lick my juice! Don't waste a drop! Lick every bit of it up!"
Elton moaned and his tongue and lips made loud slurping sucking noises, "Slurp… Slurp." He sucked up the delicious white creaming cunt juice that flowed freely from Sandy's enraged cunt. He could feel the wetness of her cuntlips and the moving of them in and out. The little clitoris became swollen and like his cock head grew in size until he thought that it couldn't grow anymore. But, it did get longer. It became what he had always read and dreamed about: a real genuine full grown spur cock. He had heard about spur cocks. Some of them were over one inch long and it was like sucking an extra long stiff hard smooth nipple. A woman thus endowed could even fuck another woman by holding her spur cock under the hood of her partner and having it pressed against her partner's normal sized love knob.
Sandy pushed Elton's face harder into her exposed gash. "Suck my clit! Suck my clit! Work your head up and down! Haven't you ever sucked a man off? Move your head up and down! Whip your tongue around my clitoris and keep your damn hands on me and not on you. How many times do I have to tell you? Come on! Move! Up and down! Up and down! I think I'm going to make you suck somebody off! I think I'll make you suck my cunt out after somebody has fucked me."
Elton became more and more aroused. He loved feeling Sandy's spur cock in his mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the arse. He wished Sandy would shove her finger up his arse hole. "Please, please shove your finger up my arse hole?"
Sandy slapped the back of Elton's head again and said, "Suck! Suck! I don't want to hear any shit. All I want to do is to be sucked. And when you are done sucking me I think I'll let you vacuum the living room rug. Take your cock out and hold it in your hand. I want to look down on it, while you're sucking me."
Elton continued his sucking and tongue lashing of Sandy's pussy. He laid to one side and held his cock in his left hand. It was still only half-hard, but it was dripping wet. He wished that Sandy would touch his cock, but she made no move to do so. Elton ground his hips in a circle and his cock became more wet with his drippings by the second. He felt Sandy's cunt gash and grind against his bruised lips. The spur cock lodged underneath the soft part of his mouth and he sucked harder, "Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."
Sandy continued to buck and writhe underneath Elton's working mouth.
Elton's lips nipped and kissed her pussy lips. The inside ones and the outside ones. His teeth nipped and nibbled all over Sandy's hot wet box. The bucking and grinding became more furious and frantic.
Sandy reached down and grabbed Elton's ball sac. She pulled hard-on his scrotum, trapping both balls in the bottom of the sac. He screamed and her spasms made her twist and pull Elton's balls. "Eiiiiii. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'll twist your fucking balls off. I'll twist your fucking balls off."
Elton felt Sandy's powerful cunt contractions and with each contraction he felt her hand twist harder on his brutalized balls. The pain was intense and whatever hardness he had, left him. He moaned, "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Elton's mouth was still cupped, like a suction cup over Sandy's hot clitoris and she screamed, "I'm coming. I'm coming again. Suck harder! Come on cunt lapper. Suck me! Suck me! Oh, I'd love to have you always to suck me. Would you like that?"
Elton relaxed his mouth grip on Sandy's cunt and laid his head on her thigh. He was pleased that Sandy had come so beautifully.
Sandy raised up on her elbows and looked at Elton's face. His eyes were shut and he was breathing hard. "How about fucking me? Put your cock in me. What kind of man are you? You don't even have a hard-on. Don't you want to fuck me? Is that all you're good for. What's with you? You can't even suck good."
The truth of the matter was, that this was one of the best suck jobs Sandy had ever had, but she realized that in order to possess Elton completely body and soul, she must always dominate him in every way and form. Therefore, she would never let him know how good it was. She made up her mind that no matter how good he was, she would always give him hell when he was finished.
She pushed his head away from her now satisfied cunt and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go out and eat."
Elton asked, "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee."
"Is that what you want to do? Are you sure you're not going to go in there and jerk off and cheat me? If I come in there and find you jerked off, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. Incidentally, after we eat I'm going to take you over to my girl friend Susan's house and introduce you to her."
"I don't want to meet her. I'd like to stay here with you."
Sandy snapped, "Do you want to be with me so much that you would marry me for the privilege?"
Elton thought for a moment. He thought of her tasty panties. He loved the smoothness of Sandy's long smooth clitoris between his lips and he blurted out, "Will you marry me? Will you marry me?"
Sandy whispered sensuously, "Yes. I'll marry you, if you'll continue to be my obedient possession and do whatever I bid you, no matter what."
Elton gasped, "Yes. Yes. Whatever you say. I'll buy you anything. I'll work for you. I'll cook for you. Can I wash your panties forever? Can I hang your panties up now? They have soaked and been washed enough. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you and continue to be your slave."
"Okay. You can go to the bathroom now."
Elton got up and walked to the bathroom. He felt his peter jangling between his legs. It was soft and lifeless. The cool water that he splashed on his face revived him. He looked down at his peter and it started to throb. He spit into the palm of his hand and massaged the spit into the head of his cock. His thumb made circular motions over his rapidly blooming tower. A few quick movements and his spit clenched fist brought his prick to a throbbing orgasm. He watched his cock spit its creaminess into the sink and watched it wash down the drain.
When he came out of the bathroom Sandy was already dressed. She was like a blonde Goddess, above reproach on a pedestal. He picked his clothes up and as he dressed Sandy rubbed his back and the base of his spine.