Goody Two Shoes by Laura Cooper Read Free Book Online Page A

flavor, I accidentally tickled the tip.  The beast sprung to life with fury at my touch.  The taste was manly and needful as I opened to allow it entrance.  I drew it in eagerly, wetting its length with my saliva as it aimed for the back of my throat.
    With hunger rising between my legs, I prepared his beast, running my wet tongue around its head down to the curly blond hairs at its base.  I felt the strong veins along the side with my tongue as though they were Braille writings, explaining the map of my future.  I was infatuated with it, as though I needed to know its most intimate detail.
    The cock fought with desperation to find its way back into my mouth, but I denied it entrance until its head began to weep with salty tears.  When it began producing its own moisture, I allowed it back into its desired location.  It plunged into my mouth with a vengeance, and Jonathon’s hands on the top of my head guided me tenderly back and forth on it, massaging his length.  With my mouth full, I used my hands to slide Jonathon’s slacks down his legs.  Feeling the muscular thighs beneath my fingers and the waves of blond hairs heavily coating them, my own wetness threatened to explode.
    What I thought was going to be a simple romp in the Garden had turned into something so much more powerful.  Sensuality I’d not known crept to the surface and was overtaking me.  His body, his words, his carriage, everything about this man suddenly fascinated me.  It’s as though we were two frogs searching the world for that one magic touch that would turn us into Princes and Princesses.
    My fingers barely touched his thighs and I smiled, noticing the shiver that ran up them.  When his legs were free of cloth, I turned the bulk of my attention back to the demanding monster in my mouth.  Running my tongue in swirls around it I felt the first notion of its purpose, the beginnings of the slippery mixture spilt into my throat and enticed me to draw more.  Incensed by his desire, I increased pressure.  The muscles in my face pulled him in and out of my mouth with growing suction.  My hands cupped the tight balls at his base and rolled them between my fingers.  Jonathon’s hands were still on my head, urging me to complete the transaction.  As my suction increased, he spat the first stream of nectar onto my tonsils.  I maneuvered my tongue to greet the next splash, and then the final slow meandering remnants of Jonathon.
    But I was startled by the dim sunlight that filtered suddenly into the tiny cottage.
    “Hmpff huff hgm…”  A masculine shadow in the doorway issued.
    I looked up from my position on the floor to see a young, sturdy, black man standing with the sunlight on his back.  “Yes?”  I voiced.
    “Ma’am, your momma sent me to get you.  Said you needed to come on in now.  That lawyer is ready to meet with ya’ll.”
    Still kneeling in front of Jonathon’s rapidly shrinking genitals, I thought for a moment, “And who exactly are you?”
    “’Scuse me ma’am, I am Hawthorne.  Took over for my daddy when he retired.”
    My mind wandered back in history, “Wait!  Little Robbie Hawthorne?  Hampton’s boy?”
    “Yes’m.” The young man responded.   Even as he spoke he took two strides to my side, lifting my elbow in his massive hands to help me from my compromising position.  I could have sworn I saw his eyes twinkle as he lifted me with one hand to my feet.
    “Well, my my Robbie, you look so handsome in your uniform!” I noted the straight black suit.  “But don’t you think it’s taking the whole southern black servant thing a bit too far?”
    “Thank you Miss Dev’ro.  ” Hawthorne carefully removed my dress from the forgotten chair and handed it to me as I slid my barely clothed ass into a worn wicker sofa and observed him with humor.
    “’Fraid your momma thinks Daddy’s old uniform is still the style,” he mumbled uncomfortably.
    “Hghhmmm” Jonathon cleared his throat.
    “Oh