Barbie Jo Adventures Part 6

"That explains why your cum is so sweet and delicious tasting," I said with a mischievous grin, as I sat down at the table.

After breakfast I went to model the clothes Dallas bought me. While modeling a particularly skimpy pair of red lace panties, matching bra with my breast forms on, and a 5 inch pair of red pumps. Harley commented on how beautiful and feminine I was. I couldn't help notice that his cock was getting hard, building a large tent in his boxers. I was overwhelmed with desire, I had to have him. I knelt in front of him and withdrew his hardening cock through the fly in his boxers. I seductively looked into his eyes as I licked his shaft, along the pee slit, and circled the head of his magnificent cock with my tongue. I then inhaled it into my mouth, sucking it for all I was worth. After some time of sucking on his cock, he took hold of my head. I thought he was going to force my head further onto his cock, fuck my face with it.

Instead he gently lifted my head off his cock, and panted, "No, I can't cum, I have to save it." I was about to protest when he continued, "Let me pleasure you."

He stood up and sat me in the chair. He then got on his knees between my legs and rested one of my legs on his shoulder. He took my cock clit out from my panties and began sucking it. I went into a blissful dreamlike state. I was mesmerized watching this huge beautiful Adonis giving me a blowjob.

I didn't take long and whispered, "I'm going to cum."

I tensed up, and shot my load of cum into his warm wet mouth. I writhed in ecstasy as my orgasm transported me to another universe. When it was finished, I leaned over and kissed his lips passionately; probing my tongue into his mouth searching for some remnants of my cum, moaning, "I love you."

He smiled at me, and got up to go get dressed. I put on a white blouse and my new black leather mini skirt. I kicked off the red pumps, and tried on the stiletto boots. I put on the fur coat I got, and looked in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw, because standing in the mirror looking back at me; dressed in thigh high stiletto boots and short fur coat, was a prostitute. A cheap, trampy hooker. With a chill, I tossed the fur coat onto the sofa. I did like the boots though, and got an idea.