Dear Karen Chapter 3

Shortly, I sat up and looked down at BJ. He was lying there on the floor beside my bed. His mouth and nose were wet with my pussy juices. I saw movement and looked down his body and saw that he had hiked his skirt up exposing his nylon panties. His panties were stretch by his hard cock pressing to find a way out. I made a mental note that the next item on our shopping list would have to be a gaff to maintain a proper female profile between his legs so he wouldn't stretch out his panties. His hands had moved to his bulging cock as if to masturbate. I told him emphatically to stop. His hand jerked back from where it had been caressing his cock through his panties. I told him that he was not to play with my toy unless I gave him permission. He just lay there passively with his hands at his side, while he licked my juices from his lips.

Still in the mood for some more sex play, I slid off the bed and onto the floor beside BJ. I reached over and took the waistband of his panties and pulled them down part way. His rigid cock released from confinement leaped out and stood erect. I sat and admired my toy for a few moments before I began to play with it. I ran my finger nails slowly up the underside of my toy from its base to its tip. I was thrilled to see BJ shudder at my ministrations. I continued this for a few minutes and then took his balls in my cupped hand and gently rolled them around, which caused BJ to thrust his hips into the air. I could see little globs of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of my toy and decided that I wanted to see it erupt.

I took my toy in hand and began squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing it almost as if were a cow's tit being milked. I was soon rewarded with several spasms and a generous amount of hot, sticky cum. The first spurt went straight up in the air and came down on BJ's abdomen. I moved my hand over the head and the remaining spurts splashed against my palm and then slid down the shaft. When BJ quit moaning, I told him to sit up. He sat up and looked at me out of eyes that were drooping with exhaustion. I told him that he had made a perfect mess of my hand and that he should clean it up. I held my hand covered in cum out to him and gave him a one word commanded -- "lick."