He moaned again. "Oh God… yes. At your feet."
When he sat down, she slowly lowered her legs. She put both her spike heels down on the floor. Parting her knees, she placed one on either side of his legs. He was sitting cross-legged now right in front of her.
"Did you like looking up my skirt?"
He groaned.
Putting her glass on a small table next to the easy chair, she unbuttoned her pink cashmere sweater. Opening it wide, she exposed her swollen ripe naked breasts.
"Feast your hungry eyes on them," she whispered. Lifting one spike heel, she began to rug it gently up and down his thigh. "Open your legs, Bosie."
He obeyed, his eyes worshipping her naked breasts, his eyes fascinated by her erect nipples, so hard, so inviting. He kept washing his lips with his thick tongue.
"Is your prick hard?"
"Don't ask… don't ask, Gloria." He took a deep sigh.
"Would you like me to pull up my skirt… or would you like me to take it off altogether, Bosie?"
Not waiting for an answer, she raised up. With both hands pulled up her skirt to the waist. His eyes almost popped from their sockets when he saw the whispy panties. He could see the stained crotch. He could see her gorgeous black curly cunt hairs, her full ripe mound, her smooth silky thighs.
"I'll bet you'd love to kiss me between my legs…?"
Bosie was drooling from the corners of his wide mouth. His eyes were growing more and more glassy.
"Let me see your prick, Bosie. Is it a big one?"
He moaned.
"Take it out, Bosie. Yes. Stand up in front of me. Take down your pants, Bosie. I want to see that prick of yours. I want to take a long look at it." She paused, her eyes up in his as he stood in front of her. Shyly, he unbuckled his belt, opened the fly and let his pants fall to his ankles.
His prick was enormous. He wasn't wearing any undershorts. The smell of his sweat was fantastic. Gloria could feel her nostrils tingling from the acrid aroma.
"Hold it, hold your cock, Bosie."
The big man was actually trembling, his naked belly rippling as he gripped his fully erect penis and just held it.
Gloria raised up. With one hand she tugged her panties down. His eyes never left her finger tips. When her panties were off, she held them in her fingers up at him. "Take them, Bosie, they're for you to keep. They're all wet with my honey, Bosie. They're almost dripping wet."
The big man couldn't stop shivering. As he held his huge penis in his hands, Gloria leaned forward. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his stale sweat.
She got up on her knees on the easy chair. "Bosie, tell me the truth. When did you wash your prick and balls last. I want the truth." Gloria stuck two fingers up inside her sloppy wet cunt. "The truth!"
The big man was completely humiliated. He was blushing. He was mortified! He took a deep breath.
"I don't sleep with no woman so I don't wash too much," he blurted out. "It's days." There was a look of tremendous fear in his eyes, as if he expected her to whip him to death.
"You also jerked off and had an orgasm and didn't wash either, right, Bosie."
He nodded. "Yeah." Again, he hung his head. "I don't know what to say," he said, stuttering, catching his breath.
"Take your hand off your prick and come closer to me," she commanded. He did and his prick loomed out in front of him obscenely, the head leaking.
"Now," she smiled up at him, "I'll show you what I see in you, Bosie!"
Bending her head, she began licking the head of his soiled prick. She licked down the salty shaft to his balls. Then she climbed off the easy chair. Sitting at his feet, she looked up at him, then opening her mouth wide, caught his hairy balls in them and started sucking, licking and chewing like a woman gone mad!
It was only moments before he shot his load all over her upturned face.
Chapter 9
Much more than the estimated hour or so passed before Gloria James returned to her apartment. It wasn't because she didn't want to get back to Beth and Jeffrey to tell them of the surprise she had in store for them; no, not at all.
The reason was simple. She just couldn't tear herself away from Bosie. She had never felt as lewd, as vulgar, as wickedly obscene in all her life.
Without even touching her hot cunt when his huge prick shot his scum all over her face and into her hair, she had more than three mini-orgasms, her body shivering and quaking, her heart thudding in her breast and her cunt leaking like a faucet in some cheap hotel.
Only seconds after he shot his load, and almost collapsed from the utter shock of what suddenly happened to him, Gloria released his smelly, salty but very tasty balls from her sucking mouth.
"Get down on your knees!" she commanded.
He obeyed. "Now, lick my face clean with your tongue. Yes," she said softly, staring into his reddened face, "you heard me. Lick my face. I want you to taste your scum."
"I can't."
"You will or what I have planned for next won't happen!"
"Oh God… what's that?"
"Lick my face," she said, holding it up. In the light from the candle he could see gobs of his scum all over her brow, on her cheeks, one gob dribbling from her chin. In her hair were other gobs of his heavy thick white sperm.
He came closer. With his tongue out, he tested one splotch of sperm on her forehead. He backed away a few inches, licking his tongue, tasting his lips, opening and closing his eyes, then swallowing, waiting for some kind of reaction.
When none that he expected was forthcoming, he bent his face closer a second time. Again he licked. This time he wet his lips with his own tongue covered with his own sperm. He swallowed.
Gloria just sat there, her fingers caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples. One hand went between her legs and she stuck her fingers deep up inside her hot slit.
When she pulled her dewy fingers out of her cunt, she offered them to Bosie. Sticking out his tongue like a dog, he licked them clean.
Then, eagerly, this amusing Gloria, he returned to cleaning his scum off her upturned face. It seemed to her after she gave him another taste of her hot cunt juice, that he preferred sucking and swallowing his own sperm.
She made him stand up again.
"Turn around."
"What are you going to do?" he asked in a small voice, a voice that suddenly didn't fit the physical size of the man to whom it; belonged.
"Bend over."
"What?!" He said this with some alarm, and again his voice almost squeaked.
Before he could say anything, Gloria got up on her knees. With one hand she spread his left buttock wide open. Then with the tip of the index finger she'd wetted in her mouth, she began to poke at his hairy anus.
"I'm not washed," he moaned, but he remained bent over. He was shivering. Gloria couldn't see, but he was holding his slimy penis with his left hand. His right hand was over his mouth as if he were afraid he might cry out if what he expected to happen really happened.
"Shut up!" was her reply.
Bosie caught his breath, He could feel her warm breath on the naked skin if his buttock. He could feel the gentle caress of her hair as it touched his skin. He swore to himself, at that moment, that for the rest of his life he'd take a bath or a shower at least two times each day. Never had he been as embarrassed over personal hygiene as he was now.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he said.
He obeyed.
Kneeling behind him, half leaning on his naked back with her left elbow, she reached under between his hairy thighs. Her fingers groped and found his erect penis. She wasn't at all surprised he had stiffened again.
She clutched his hanging balls. She squeezed them and he trembled. She scratched the shaft of his enormous prick. She pinched the head of it and he winced.
"Put your head down lower."
He obeyed.