He grinned, rose off the bed, and took off his shirt and pants. His cock strained against his underwear. Emma got on her knees on the bed. She pulled Sanjay’s underwear down and, once his cock was free, leaned over and wrapped her mouth around the thick, bulbous head. Sanjay rocked his groin against her face, his cock sliding between her lips.
Emma didn’t consider herself a connoisseur of the cock. It wasn’t because she had any problems with sucking cock. She didn’t. It was just that she’d be the first to admit she was rather selfish when it came to sex. She preferred to be the recipient of oral sex, as opposed to its provider.
However, as she moved her mouth up and down Sanjay’s cock, she had to admit that sucking his cock was quite enjoyable.
“Umm, Emma. Yes, suck it. Suck it.”
Emma quickly pulled her mouth away and looked up at Sanjay. “Cricket.”
He drew in a deep breath, his flat, muscled stomach rippling. “Very well.”
He gently guided her mouth back to his cock. And as Emma sucked it, in between Sanjay’s moans and groans, his gasps and cries, he relayed to her the fundamentals of the game of cricket.
Or at least he tried to.
As for Emma, she was really getting into sucking Sanjay’s cock, and a lot of what he said sounded like gibberish. The only thing that registered with her was that cricket sounded about as exciting as baseball.
Sanjay grunted, and his hands, which were still tangled in her hair, tightened about her head. His groin snapped hard against her face, bumping her nose.
“I’m going to come, Emma. Do you…” He moaned throatily. “Do you want me to pull out?”
Emma shook her head and closed her eyes. Sanjay’s cock throbbed in her mouth as his semen slid thickly down her throat. He let out a long, low groan as he climaxed.
Once he was done, Emma pulled away and looked up at him. He stroked her jaw and lips.
“That was wonderfully done.”
Emma’s cheeks warmed. “Thank you.”
Sanjay pushed her down onto the bed. “Now I will return the favor.” He moved down until his head was between her thighs. Then he looked up at her. “Unless you want me to tell you more about cricket.”
“Have you told me enough so that I won’t look like an idiot at my meeting tomorrow?”
He grinned slyly at her. “As I told you before, whether or not you look like an idiot is entirely up to you. But there are a few other things I can tell you about cricket, and specifically about Harjit, that may help you.”
He gently parted her thighs, exposing her moist and ready sex. “But I will tell you these things only after I have dined.”
He lowered his head and slid his lips along her swollen pussy lips. Emma threw her head back and moaned. He lapped at her with his long tongue, the tip of it easing among her dewy nether lips. He was as skilled down there as he had been sucking on her breasts. He ate her so skillfully that Emma quickly climaxed. And she came again and again and again until finally she had to beg him to stop.
Sanjay moved up her body, and Emma felt his cock, which was once again thick and hard, sliding against her. He kissed her, thoroughly and deeply, and she tasted herself on his lips and his tongue.
Emma pulled away from his mouth. “My purse.”
Sanjay kissed her neck. “It’s on the floor.”
Emma rolled away from him and, leaning over the bed, picked up her purse. Sanjay showered kisses on her back and buttocks as she did so. She took out a packet of condoms and turned back to him.
“Were you planning this?” he asked as he took the packet, tore it open, and slid the condom on.
“Of course not. But you know what they say. Better to have a condom and not need it than to need one and not have it.”
She moved back into Sanjay’s arms. He slid his cock inside her. Emma moaned and the bed rocked beneath them as he thrust hard and deep and fast inside her. Gasping, she wrenched her mouth away from his. He buried his face in her neck, his lean hips driving his cock deep into her shuddering body.
“Sanjay,” she panted. “Don’t forget…Oh, sweet Lord!…Fuck me. Fuck me. The rest…you promised.”
Sanjay didn’t answer her. He just kept fucking. It wasn’t that Emma didn’t want him to fuck her. God knows, he knew how to move his hips in just the right way to stimulate her clit, and she felt her orgasm rising, but it was getting late, and her meeting with Harjit was early in the morning. She couldn’t forget about it. Even if she was getting fucked so hard and so good.
Despite his having her pinned to the bed, Emma was finally able to twist her body around until he was on his back and she on top. He stopped moving and looked up at her.
“You wish to fuck me?” He grinned at her. “Excellent. For I can now see your beautiful breasts.”
Emma smiled and, leaning over, rubbed her breasts all over his face. Sanjay tried to snare them with his mouth. She quickly pulled away and lifted her hips off his groin. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her back on top of him.
“You can suck my tits and I’ll be more than happy to fuck you,” she said, “but first you must promise you’ll tell me what else I need to know about cricket for my meeting tomorrow.”
“Are we still in negotiations? I thought we had concluded those.”
“One thing my boss taught me is that you’re never done with negotiations. It’s an ongoing process.”
Sanjay smiled and slowly rubbed his hands over her hips. “Very well. Now, come here.”
Emma lowered herself back onto him. She moved her hips and began fucking him in earnest. Sanjay lifted his head and licked her dangling breasts. Heat flooded Emma’s body. She was tempted to let him keep sucking her breasts, but that was not part of the deal.
“Sanjay,” she said in a warning tone.
“I have not forgotten.” He sucked hard on one breast then pulled away. “One thing you should keep in mind about Harjit is that he’s considered one of the greatest batsman ever. However, he has been criticized for playing for the record books first and his team second.”
Sanjay thrusts his hips up, driving his cock hard into her. “Now, what does that tell you about him?”
Emma moaned, then gripped his shoulders as she rode him. “That he…oh, God…that he wants to make his mark on the world.”
“Indeed.” Sanjay grabbed her buttocks with one hand. With the other he reached down and stroked her clit.
“What else…?” Emma let out a long, slow hiss. “Oh, sweet Jesus…What else do I need to…know…oh…oh!”
Emma sharply arched her back as her orgasm gripped her. Then she threw herself onto Sanjay, her body undulating hard from the force of her climax. She felt Sanjay throbbing inside her as he also came. She slowly lowered her body onto his.
“Are we done?” he asked, his breath as ragged as hers.
She raised her head and looked at him. “Done?” she gasped. “With what?”
“With the cricket lesson.” He smiled. “Not with the fucking. I would like to do more of that.”
Emma stroked his lips. “So would I. But I don’t see why you can’t squeeze a few more lessons in between our”—she gripped his cock where it still lay inside her swollen pussy—“extracurricular activities.”
“Indeed.”
Emma lowered her head and claimed his mouth as completely as he claimed hers.
“It’s beautiful.” Emma ran her hand over the red and gold sari.
“That’s why I chose it,” Sanjay said. “To match your loveliness.”
“You’ve no need to flatter me any longer, Sanjay. Our negotiations are officially at an end.”
“It’s not flattery. And I thought you said that negotiations were ongoing.”
Emma smiled. “They are. But since I was successful in signing Harjit, our deal is concluded. And if I hadn’t spent that night with you, I would have been so stressed meeting Harjit, I probably would not have succeeded.”
Sanjay stroked her cheek. “You would have. You are a v
ery determined woman.”
Emma glanced around the hotel lobby. Her taxi was due to arrive soon. She hesitated to say what was on her mind, but she knew she didn’t have much time.
“Will we see each other again?”
“Do you want to see me again?” Sanjay asked.
Emma thought about that. The last thing she needed to complicate her life was a long-distance relationship. “Yes, I do.”
He smiled. “Then we shall. Though I doubt that you will have occasion to return to India anytime soon.”
Emma nodded. “Harjit is coming to Los Angeles to finalize the deal. He’s very eager to visit California.”
“Actually, I plan to visit L.A. in the near future.”
A sudden happiness leaped within Emma. “Really?”
Sanjay nodded, his eyes glittering. “Perhaps we can get together and negotiate a new deal.”
“A new deal?”
“Why not? Except this time around you will teach me about baseball.”
“I don’t know that much about baseball.”
Sanjay leaned over and kissed her. He whispered against her lips, “And I couldn’t care less about baseball.”
Emma smiled. Then she heard a taxi horn blaring outside the hotel. “That’s for me.”
Sanjay picked up her bags and escorted her outside. Once she and her bags were inside the taxi, he took her hand and brushed his lips across the palm.
“Till then.”
She smiled. “Till then.”
Pins and Needles
IAN FREY
I WANTED TO SUPPORT Miki. She’d done a lot for me in the year we’d been together. For example, she’d backed me up when I wanted to return to school, even though it meant sacrificing the overtime pay I’d been using to treat her to the occasional fancy restaurant—so I knew that giving her the same kind of consideration was the least I could do. She didn’t say a word against the weekly poker nights with my friends, the first long-term girlfriend who’d given me that space; and even when I came home a loser from those games, she just shook her head and told me to do better next time.
She was also the most beautiful woman I’d ever been with. Her small stature and heart-shaped face would have given her an innocent air if it weren’t for the leather skirts and high-heeled boots she favored, or the plunging necklines of the sweaters that showed off her surprisingly generous curves. I was lucky to be with her and I knew it…but I still couldn’t bring myself to be a practice dummy for her new dream job as an acupuncturist.
“Come on, David,” she said, leaning over my prone form. “I need to be able to practice when I get off work, and the school closes by seven every night. I can’t get all the hours I need for certification without some help at home.”
“Hon, I’m sure it’s therapeutic, but I just can’t. Those needles give me the creeps.”
“You got your ear pierced,” she said accusingly.
“That was when I was in high school, and I hated every second of it. I only did it because everyone else was.”
“Everyone else is doing acupuncture, too! God, even professional athletes are getting it done these days, you know that.”
The arguments went back and forth, but always came down to the same result: I wasn’t about to let her, or anybody, stick a needle in me. After the fourth time we’d discussed it, she gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at me. “Okay, fine. I’ll make do with what I can get in class. It’ll just take a few months longer than I expected.”
I thought that would be the end of it. Was I ever wrong.
For the next several days she got in so late at night that she’d skip dinner and go right to sleep, her eyes closing the minute her head hit the pillow. I’ll admit that I felt a little guilty, but I just couldn’t get over the idea that the needles were going to hurt or draw blood. All I could do was ensure there was food in the refrigerator that she could take for dinner at the school and let her sleep as much as she needed to. Of course, that meant going without anything more than a good-night kiss—and even though we’d been together a long time, we hadn’t ever gone a full week without at least a good session of mutual masturbation. I could have gone it alone, of course, but somehow even that seemed like it would be unfair when she was going without just as long as I was.
That Friday I came home to find Miki in the bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of exercise pants. With a grin I came to kiss her hello, lifting my hands to cup her warm, golden, heavy breasts—but after a few seconds of my kneading her nipples, she pulled away slowly.
“David.” She kept her lips close to mine. “I’d love to have your cock in me, but I’ve got to get to school if I’m going to make my practice time. Maybe when I get home…” She took my lower lip in her teeth and bit down softly, running her little hand along the tent in front of my pants.
“Miki, it’s been over a week…”
“I know,” she breathed into my ear. “I know it has, and believe me, I want it, too.”
“I don’t just want it,” I growled, “I need it, Miki, please. My balls are turning blue.”
“Oh, really?” She raised an eyebrow and sank to her knees. She toyed with my zipper for a moment, then opened it, reaching in to pull my hard cock and swollen balls out of their boxer briefs. Curling one hand around my shaft and slowly pumping, she hefted my balls with the other and let them roll around on her palm a second before giving them a squeeze.
“God, Miki, please.” I let my head roll back when she moved her face close to my crotch. I could feel her hot breath on the sensitive skin beneath my balls.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, still pumping slowly. “I don’t think you could seriously call these blue. There’s a lot backed up there, but a few hours more shouldn’t hurt.”
“Miki, please.” I reached a hand to cup the back of her head, wanting to pull her lips onto me, but she backed away and removed her hand from my shaft, still cupping my balls in her other hand and squeezing them gently in time with my rapidly increasing heartbeat.
“Then again, blue balls are a serious medical condition for young men, aren’t they? I think I could help you with these, but it’s going to require some real therapy.” She moved back in and ran the pointed tip of her tongue along the vein beneath my cock, curling it under at the base of the head. “Are you willing to be a good boy and take your medicine?”
“Oh, yes. I want my medicine,” I groaned, inching my hips toward her face. “I want it now.”
She leaned in and took my cock in her mouth, moving slowly until its entire length was buried in her throat and her cute little snub nose was resting against my pubic bone. I gasped aloud and reached back to steady myself on the doorjamb as she pulled away, increasing the suction so I could feel the sweet, warm smoothness of her mouth along the sides of my shaft, sucking harder until the head left her mouth with an audible pop.
“Get on the bed,” she said, her face all sweet innocence despite the thin string of saliva running from my cock head to her lips. “And I’ll give you your medicine.”
I scrambled out of my pants and onto the bed while she got off her knees and moved toward the closet. When she turned around, she was holding a thin, black vase inscribed with a yellow diamond and a red kanji character. Sticking out of the top of the vase was a set of acupuncture needles.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, and Miki smiled with a glint in her eye that said she had me right where she wanted me.
“If you won’t take your medicine like you promised, like a good boy, then I guess there’s nothing I can do about your symptoms.” She ran a fingernail up the seam of my scrotum, ending the trail just short of my cock. “It’s such a dangerous condition, though. I bet you could just pop right now.” With that, she rolled my sack in her palm and squeezed again.
“God…” I hissed. “You’re a wicked bitch.”
“And you’re a bad patient, David. I only want to help,” she cooed. “Why don’t you let Dr. Miki help you?”
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bsp; Her voice was playful, and the look in her eyes was the same, but I knew she was dead serious. Strangely enough, I didn’t really feel cheated or taken advantage of. Sure, she’d played a trick to get what she wanted, but she’d done it well, and I could respect that. It was the same as a good bluff in a poker game.
“Okay,” I groaned. The pressure in my balls, that sweet voice, and the thin sheen of her lipstick on the sides of my cock finally overcame my fears. “You win. Please, Dr. Miki, I want to take my medicine.” I tried to put the same playfulness in my own voice, though I was sure it sounded more like desperation.
She put the vase of needles on the nightstand. “Just relax,” she said, “it’ll all be worth it. Trust me.” I closed my eyes and felt the weight of her body as she straddled my calves and lower legs, then let out a deep moan as she took me in her mouth again; not as deeply as when she was teasing me, but with the gentle pressure I always enjoyed at the beginning of a blow job.
When she took me in fully, I felt a tiny pinch on my right side, but the sensation of her breath in my trimmed pubic hair and the moist warmth of her mouth around my cock more than made up for that. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all; like I said, just a tiny pinch. I knew it was the first needle, but I still kept my eyes closed, focusing all my attention on her willing mouth. She came up slow and moved her hand into action, pumping my shaft rhythmically while her lips and tongue played around the head. With her other hand I could tell she was going for another needle, and this time when her mouth came down, I barely even felt the pinch on my left hip.
Miki kept it up, going from gentle suction while she retrieved needles to a full deep-throating when she slid the needles into me. After the sixth pinch I opened my eyes and saw her looking up at me, her beautiful almond eyes peering through a phalanx of tiny silver trees rooted in my flesh. I was amazed at how it felt. It wasn’t just my cock anymore; my entire lower body was beginning to respond to her steady sucking. She’d talked about the way acupuncture could work, the way it unfroze rigid muscles and brought about a feeling of freedom, but I’d still bet it had less to do with those needles and more to do with her hot little mouth.