On A Short Leash by Lindsay Ross Read Free Book Online

his shorts and toss them away, then pulled up his T-shirt in the other direction to bare the whole of his belly and loins.
    As she had imagined, he was hairy, not only was there thickness of pubic hair but his belly was more or less covered, as were his inner thighs.
    She took his swollen balls in both hands and squeezed none too gently.
    He pulled the T-shirt up over his head so he was naked because he’d already kicked off the sandals he’d been wearing.
    Andy twirled his pointing finger in a gesture that told her to remove her dress. She unhooked her bra at the back and threw it on the floor on top of the dress and let him see she wasn’t wearing panties. He stretched out a foot and teased her pussy with his big toe.
    ‘Your cunt’s dripping already,’ he said.
    ‘That’s the result of not wearing knickers.’
    She shuffled closer on her knees and lowered her lips over the end of his cock, then took more and more of his shaft into her mouth while he continued to probe her pussy lips with his foot. He had to stop doing it to let her press up even closer to him, occupying the V between his open thighs.
    Chrissie let her saliva run down his shaft before she began to suck. He wound his fingers in her hair and pulled quite roughly, as if he needed to hold her there although there was no necessity. She would suck him until he came if that was what he wanted, although it would leave her wanting to be fingered or fucked. Perhaps he would be good with his fingers or he might give her tongue, though she didn’t think Andy was the type to enjoy licking a woman’s quim. He tasted and smelled good. She guessed he’d showered a short time before she arrived because there was a smell of soap around his belly, as well as the musky male smell of flesh and sweat, pleasant when fresh, as it was now.
    He splayed his legs still further and pressed her down with his fistfuls of hair. She felt he was asserting himself, establishing their relative roles, making it plain he wanted to be in control.
    She didn’t want to resist whether this was a prelude to a caning or not.
    It seemed right He was older and wiser, her teacher and mentor.
    She felt like a pupil and a novice in the kind of sex he favoured. She’d fellated plenty of men, but she felt this was only a beginning with Andy. If they sensed a woman was prepared to swallow, most men would make her go through with it. Chrissie sensed Andy would not.
    Sure enough, when Chrissie felt his cock twitch and harden still more, as usually happens before a man’s climax, he pulled her head away by her hair and she wiped up the saliva round her mouth with the back of her hand.
    ‘Here,’ he said, slapping his thighs and indicating he wanted her in his lap. It wasn’t something open to argument.
    She clambered over his knees feeling nervous in anticipation of what he would do to her, tensing her body in anticipation of pain.
    But all he did was to run the palms of his hand over the curves of her cheeks before he eased his fingers between her legs and felt for her pussy.
    Chrissie relaxed, feeling relieved. She was very wet and her lips opened readily to receive his gently searching fingers. He wasn’t rough with her, didn’t jab into her. Sometimes a man’s fingers were better than his cock if he knew what he was about. Fingers could bend and flex and stretch you and explore you, fingers could caress the clit. Tips of digits could be pincers round the clitoris. Fingers inside could multiply till you wanted to scream to be fist fucked. Then you felt you could take him up to his wrist. Other times, you wanted the precision of one finger, possibly two…
    He withdrew his fingers only when she was writhing on his naked knees and pressing down on him to take her pleasure.
    As Chrissie expected, he freed his hand so he could slap her bottom, once, twice, three times. He smacked her where she was fleshiest and she felt her cheeks quiver. She hoped he didn’t think her bottom was fat. It was