Her Pearls Part I

He ordered her down on her knees. Wearing nothing but her grandmother's pearls and the black shiny stilettos he gave her the first time they met. She knew how much he loved her freshly marked ass and the way her silky legs looked as she walked away wearing his mess.

"Suck me, dirty girl”

She fastened her lips on the tip of his hardening cock. Sucking and swirling and flicking the way she knew would give her what she wanted to hear. A low grumble escaped his throat as he thrust farther into her warm mouth. She choked at the violating push now at the back of her throat. It stirred her so to feel him inside her.

She reached around the back of her slender neck and drew her curls aside. Continuing to take him in, she relaxed and rubbed her tongue along his pulsing base. Back and forth, back and forth. Fuck she loved feeling him grow for her. A brief popping sound filled her ears as she broke suction momentarily to remove the opalescent beads.

She looked up at him briefly to make as much eye contact as she could muster. She wanted him to see the desire swimming inside her. Gently, she wrapped the beads around his cock from base to tip and rubbed his leaking pleasure on her lips.

She wrapped her soft hands around his cock and her pearls slowly stroking. Rolling the beads repeatedly up and down on him over and over. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and kissed her deeply. Tasting his saltiness on her lips. Her breathy moans and purposed hands rolling the beads around his growing climax. She felt the wetness between her thighs become slick with want.

His head tilt back and she felt his release drawing near. She removed the beads and stood before him as if to ask permission. His nod set fire on her skin. She straddled him and lowered her swollen pussy down the length of him, taking him all in. She gasped as her hips began to roll and push him deeper inside her. His hands found her hips and fingers dug into her skin letting her know he was close.

He pulled her in, teeth and hot breath against the sweetness of her neck.

“You want my come, dirty girl.”

*Yes, p-please.*

His hands gripped her throat and squeezed as he thrust hot streams deep inside her greedy cunt. She pulsed and shook coming down on him one last time to milk the remains of his claim. Her head rest on the nape of his neck to recover her labored breath.

“I doubt that’s what Grandma had in mind for those pearls, my dirty girl.”

She stood up and and kissed him hard before she turned to walk away and give him favored view. She glanced over her shoulder before leaving the room.

*Well, then she’ll probably not approve of what I have planned next.*