4 comments/ 11468 views/ 10 favorites La Bocca D'Oro By: ABigCat "Adora what?" Luke frowned at his playboy friend – the self-named, self-made Billy o'Naire – who'd gone rigid on his barstool. "La Bocca d'Oro. She's here. There. No, don't look." Luke sipped a beer that cost more than his shirt and swept his eyes across the uber-cool terrace-bar, all sculptures, sea-views and suits. He did not belong here. He was not to be fooled by the smiles of those who caught his eye, which were – as ever – more lecherous than accepting. In fact, if it wasn't for Billy begging Luke to be his 'totty-hook' he would have only seen this place in the airplane magazine on the way back from Italy. A couple were being settled at the terrace's best table, its original occupants being moved on without a fuss. The man looked like 'family', or at least Luke's idea of what a gangster looked like: A handsome, very well-dressed, very well mannered, thug. But the woman. The woman was astonishing. Brigit Bardot, Audrey Hepburn astonishing. Luke sniggered. "Bill, you look like you've seen a ghost." Bill necked his beer, he shrugged. "Yeah, that sexy one in Ghostbusters, maybe. The one who goes down on Dan Ackroyd." He leant toward Luke. "La Bocca d'Oro means The Golden Mouth. You get my drift?" Now Luke looked. The woman took off her dark glasses, and tucked a wind-blown curl of black hair behind her ear. Her big eyes were sun-glassy-dark even without her shades, and cheeky as hell, but her lips were the star. Massive, pillowy and curled. She laughed, a hiss that caught her pink tongue between little teeth. Luke all but jumped as she cut a glance at him. "Lucky bastard," Luke sighed, his already ill-fitting clothing tightening further. "Is that his wife or his mistress?" Billy shook his head. "Neither. They say La Bocca is a predator. She's no working girl, she... feeds." "Feeds?" "Feeds. Cost you a million dollars, though. To feed her." They drifted into silence, lost in furtive glances at those exquisite, expensive, lips. Luke squirmed. "Have you... ever?" "I wish. La Bocca chooses, and she's very, very picky. Only the chosen can reward her." He puffed a long moan. "Man, I would blow a million in a heartbeat." Luke laughed. "Probably why you've never been asked, my friend." "Hey, my over-excitement would qualify me more than you think." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "La Bocca has a rule. If you can last more than five minutes, she won't take your money." "Last..." "In her mouth." "Seriously? And no-one—" "She is very, very wealthy." Luke growled. Then as if to prove her power, La Bocca d'Oro leant across the table and whispered in the Mafioso's ear. He stiffened. She kissed his neck. He gripped the table, twitched once or twice, then slumped. The woman blinked slowly and turned away. She fiddled with her bag, writing on something. Suddenly her date, her prey, did not exist for her. He stood and marched off. Luke and Billy stifled laughter, following the thug's awkward departure through the bar. "Easy money, there," Billy sniggered. "Quite," said La Bocca d'Oro, suddenly beside them. Billy – veteran of every debauched party the fashion world could offer, and many it wouldn't dare – turned white as a sheet and coughed. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, Luke jumped to his feet, and for the first time in his life, clicked his heels and bowed. La Bocca d'Oro clapped her hands, threw back her head and laughed. Luke didn't know whether he wanted to kiss her hand or defend himself with a chair. He smiled. She sighed and slipped a card into his shirt pocket and patted his chest, then rolled away, waving brightly to knuckle-biting waiters and flushed, scowling women. Luke dropped onto his stool, digging the card from his pocket with trembling fingers. Printed on it, simply was: Maria de Fiorente, 'La Bocca d'Oro' along with an address. Luke stared, not a phone number or anything. What was he supposed to do now? Then he became aware of Billy's glare, scrutinising the back of the card. Luke flipped it to find, written in florid loops: 'You are magnificent! And very beautiful! Come tomorrow 9.00am. (Dress for the pool)' He grinned. His heart hammered. His trousers threatened to burst. Then he frowned. "Mate," he said, but Billy was already shaking his head. "Mate, could you lend me a million dollars?" # Maria de Fiorente's house appeared to slide out of the clifftop landscape, dipping in and out of Cyprus-trees and olive-groves as the winding path led Luke's taxi to her door. The taxi driver refused Luke's proffered notes when they arrived in the driveway. "Maria, she pay." He knocked knuckles on Luke's chest. "And I wait. And have gun, Capisce?" As the taxi-door slammed shut behind him, the house's front door – a monumental slab of wood – slid open. Maria stood with a towel wrapped around her, fingers coming out wet hair. Out of her power-clothes and make-up she looked fresh-faced and girlish. Innocent even. Luke's head swam with the unreality of why she wanted him here. She clasped the towel tight to her breasts as Luke approached, sparkling up at him and even blushing. Her eyes darted about his face and she bit her lip. Despite Maria's state of undress, it was Luke who felt naked in shorts and shirt. "You are even bigger than I remember," she said, standing on tip-toe, reaching up to his neck and pulling his face down to hers so she could press those fabulous lips to his cheeks. They were cool, cloud-soft pads that left ghosts of themselves on his skin. She smelt of the sea and flowers. He took a deep breath and hoped she had already started the clock. "Hmm," she purred, nuzzling into his neck. "You smell as good as you look. You will taste good too, I think." She sighed, kissed beneath his ear and chuckled softly. He thought of the Mafioso, and clenched hard. Maria nodded as if he had passed some kind of test by not erupting immediately and took his great hard paw in her small, smooth hand; pulling him inside. The contrast in their physicality was already arousing. However as Maria led Luke meekly through her modernist sandwich of glass and stone he seemed to shrink. This woman was clearly larger than him in most other respects. Silently, they slid out through acres of floaty voile curtains, to the pool. Champagne chilled on a low stone table flanked by white marble seating – expensively carved to look like surreally placed Chesterfield sofas – set by the side of a black mirror of water disappearing into the blue seascape. He almost jumped when she squeezed his hand. "You know my rules, I suppose?" she said, turning toward him but speaking to her toes. "Only what I've been told." He cleared his throat. "Five minutes, one million dollars?" Maria glared at him. "That is what they say?" Luke had a terrible sense of being the butt of a bad joke. "Umm. Forgive me. It's not true?" "Motherfuckers," she spat, frowning at the sky. Then she sighed, deeply, the bounce leaving her for a moment, slumping her shoulders. Her expression melted, and he had the sudden urge to kiss her. So he did. Tipping up her chin and pressing his lips firmly to her bedazzling mouth. Her breath caught, then her lips plucked back. Suddenly she grabbed his buttocks, growled and her tongue wriggled into his mouth. Luke had the sense of tugging on the tail of a tiger. "Wait. Wait." She muttered, even though it was Maria pecking kisses to his face, and squeezing his body in quick testing grips. She took a trembling breath, pushing away from him and smiling awkwardly. "What they say is true, in a way. It is true I want to pleasure you, for five minutes, with my mouth." Luke groaned. Maria guffawed. "I know, but it is not just my peccadillo. I do not want to be with a man who will climax when I am still... warming up. If you can pass this test of my mouth, without..." she made fireworks her fingers, "then you are strong enough for me, and we can have a very exciting time together. But you cum too soon? Well. I will be disappointed and this will cost you." "One million." "At least. I like cream, but for dolci, not antipasti, Capisce?" "Of course." Luke clicked his heals for the second time in his life, and tried to ignore the heat building in his shorts. "Allora," Maria announced to the pool. "Swim. I will be one minute," she padded off. Luke pulled off his shirt and dived in to the water, glad for the cooling. He swam to the end of the infinity pool and marvelled at water tumbling down the cliffs to the sea below. What beauty Maria's beauty had brought her. He wondered how many men she had pleasured for these riches. Or, as she liked to believe, how many men had "disappointed" her. A knot of jealousy tightened his gut. He shook his head and dunked himself under the water. On no account should he believe this woman was in any way his. On no account should he believe her, full stop. Her flattery could be part of the whole Golden Mouth thing, for all he knew. He should not let it overexcite him. Luke wanted to make this last. No. He needed to make it last. Unfortunately, Bill had got so twisted with envy he refused to lend him any money. Luke had turned up to this million dollar party broke. If he climaxed in less than five minutes he would not be able to pay. And there was a man outside with a gun. He swam back to find Maria in a loose white beach-dress, pouring champagne. She spilled it, gawping at him as he pushed out of the water. "Oh my," she said, sucking champagne off her thumb and handing him a glass. "You work out, don't you? Your arms are big as my legs!" He took the drink, embarrassed at the tremble in his hands. Maria clinked glasses, biting her cheek. He sipped. She glugged, tipping back her head, her throat undulating as she gulped then gasped, wiping the back of her hand across her lips. She giggled and belched softly, an enticingly bawdy contrast to her sleek sixties eye make-up. Luke noticed her lips remained pinkly lipstick free. Possible reasons for this had his shorts squirming. "Allora," she said, and regarded him, folding her arms and tapping her bare foot. The sun streamed through her knee-length lacy dress from behind, clearly silhouetting fine, curvaceous thighs and hips. She swung them under his gaze. "You are wondering, no?" "Wondering?" Luke covered the front of his shorts. "If I am I naked beneath this dress." She danced a little pirouette. "I personally believe you to be," Luke said, "and refuse to be told otherwise." She chuckled, that enticing tongue-trapped hiss. Luke thought he'd been witty but Maria was pointing to his hips. "The sun teases us both. My shadow has got right to work!" Luke traced the light from her, along the dark poolside and up his legs. It had projected her head onto the front of his sodden shorts. Blood flooded his midriff. She blushed again, crimson this time and Luke marvelled at how disarming this was. It could not be faked, surely. The coy charm. It was as If she really fancied him. Then, with a distinct lack of inhibition, she reached up her skirt with both hands. "And as for your beliefs," she announced and yanked white panties down to her ankles, manoeuvring them off her feet. She waved them like a flag, one foot curled on the knuckle of her toes. His cheeks heated and Maria peered at him triumphantly, and then flicked the underwear at him like a rubber-band. Instinctively he caught the cotton. It was damp. She poured another glass of champagne, and topped up his, not that he'd drunk much. His wits swam dizzily with the air beneath her dress, wafting around exposed crevices. Before he knew better, as she turned back to the table, his hand had followed his imagination up her skirt. He stroked a deliciously bare buttock. Maria smiled over her shoulder. "Good, you are a brave one. This is promising." She lifted the back of her skirt and watched him pet her, raising goosebumps to her smooth, pert globes. His fingers, teased by her underwear, wanted to curl underneath her to the source, but her legs were closed. Instead he smacked her lightly, enjoying the wobble so much he stooped and buried a kiss to its bouncy resilience. Maria giggled huskily, so he nipped her and she squealed. She gave a wriggle and dropped her skirt. Luke stood, his heart threatening to leap right out of his chest. Brave indeed. He had never wanted to cum so badly from kissing a woman's ass. "Oh dear, I am so..." she grimaced, "so liquid today." She sipped her drink, her eyes wandering over his chest and stomach. She smiled at the ridiculous distortion in his shorts. "You know why?" She sat cross-legged on the edge of a seat, level with his hips, "I think I may, possibly, have found the man of my sexiest dreams." Maria didn't need to tell Luke to remove his shorts. Her eyes tore at them like a child with a birthday present. He unfastened and dropped them, kicking them away. Her eyes widened, locked to his thick, meaty club as it unfurled erect in front of her. She beckoned him closer as it nodded to full-on rigid under her glassy gaze. "Oh my," she breathed, and put down her glass. She pulled up a knee, teasing Luke with a hint of pink puckering under the slid-up skirt. She toyed with her toes, the corners of her smile twitching. He flexed, inches from her face, and her eyes flicked to a band of beads on her wrist. Her watch? Luke swallowed. Five minutes. "I eat only the finest, you know this?" She leant back in her seat, pulling up the hem of her dress for him. The smooth dips and petals of her sex curled from a neat black bush to the cleft of her bottom. She smirked under the drill of his eyes and pulled up both knees, wrapping arms around them and discretely hiding herself again. Luke's cock bucked. "Now I think maybe I have settled for scraps when I could have enjoyed prime fillet, hmm?" He remembered the Mafioso. This was a woman who didn't even need to touch you. Had a similar golden tongue got the thug so worked up that he was broken with a whisper and a kiss? Luke's naked member danced in the air for her attention and she frowned at it, running the tip of her tongue along thick lips. "My mouth waters for this. Both my mouths." She smirked and lifted her feet up off the seat, pulling her knees back to her chest, explicitly pushing out her labia, every bit as over-scaled as the lips of her mouth. Their epicentre glistened in the sun. Luke's cock strained toward her, but only the black holes of her eyes devoured it. "Forgive me," she said quietly, wringing her feet, watching him stare into her dewy flower. "I am making this wonderful moment last, because I worry that the first touch of my lips on that fat rocket will set it off. And there will be a lovely mess, then... nothing." She sighed and curled one hand over her sex, sliding a finger along her wet groove. She put it to her lips. "Always, my mouth, she eats well. She grows fat on the cream of handsome billionaires. But down here." She slid both hands between her thighs and squeezed her mound. "She grows so hungry." Maria shivered and leant forward, dropping her feet either side of his and lowering her skirt. Luke felt vulnerable, stood between her spread knees, as if in the firing line of some concealed weapon. "And sometimes," she said to his cock, "like yesterday, with that dolt at lunch? I starve all over." She reached out and cupped his balls, squeezing them. Whether testing, or warning, he couldn't tell. She let out a long growl. "It has been so long since someone has properly satisfied me." Light fingertips ran along his length. "No matter how much I punish my men for climaxing too quickly, they still let me down. I mean, one million dollars? This is insane. " She took him in her fists, barely able to close her fingers and thumbs around his girth. Luke found this Ironic, given his tiny bank balance next to her massive wealth. Maria laughed humourlessly, pulling his cock up and down in both hands, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes. "Then they boast about rewarding the great La Bocca d'Oro her million dollars! As if it is my skill, not their weakness that bursts them on my tongue." She tilted her head, peering, biting her lip. "So gorgeous," she purred, "Please. Please do not cum yet. Just give me five, good, minutes." She leant forward and slowly pushed plump, yielding lips to his taut bulb. He groaned and she grinned, leaning back to slide the urging grip of one hand briskly along his length, eyes locked to his thrusting in her small fist. Luke didn't know what excited him more, this intimate tug, or Maria's other hand; dipped beneath her skirt and playing secretly, the cotton flipping up and down between her thighs. "I don't get it," Luke said. "Why eat them at all? Why not let them... do you first?" "Why should I not have what I love? Just because they can't handle me?" She took a breath, then puffed it out, slowly. "No. I will keep taking their... money until ... one day I... find..." She trembled again, hard, and her toes clenched. "Oh no." She muttered and let him go, diving her hand up her skirt to help the other. "Sh-shit." Luke could not help but grip his member and rub it, picking up Maria's rhythm, all thoughts of how dangerous it would be for him to cum right now – just one minute into their tryst – lost in the moment of relishing this beautiful woman's rising climax. "Oh yes," she hissed, watching his joggling meat and pumping fist. "Don't stop! Don't– OH!" Her hips arched off the seat, her eyes screwed shut and she jerked against her fingers, once, twice. Then she slumped and writhed on the seat, hands clasped between her legs, blushed down to her neck and cursing. Maria withdrew her hands from the exquisite mystery under her skirt and took his cock off him again. Some of her fingers were glossy to the knuckle, all were slippery. "Excuse me," she whispered, flicking a suddenly bashful gaze up at him. "That has never happened before." But her climax had done nothing to dampen her ardour. If anything her eyes smouldered. He dug his fingers into his buttocks and locked his knees. With a long sigh, she pressed her cheek to his pulsing member. To him, it looked lumpen and brutish against the pale perfection of her skin but she saw something else it seemed, nuzzling like a hungry cat. "You are just so..." her voice trailed off and she kissed along his length, sliding from her seat to her knees. His knees wobbled and she grabbed his balls to hold him steady while she pulled back his skin and dabbed a light tongue under his head. He gasped and shuddered. She swirled her tongue and he bit down hard at the tenderness of her licking against his pumped flesh. Her kisses grew wet and impossibly soft, lips and tongue indistinguishable as she rubbed and explored him, returning to places he gasped over, humming at sensations she relished. "Yes," she hissed, rubbing his cock vigorously toward her open mouth, ready to take him in, her wet breath rolling down his shaft. His knees shook again, violently. "You are too close," she breathed, "try and calm yourself. It is difficult for me too, you know? I am still too horny, see. " She grabbed his hand, yanking him down and shoving it up her skirt. She slid his palm along her inner thigh. It was shockingly slick. "F-fuck," he muttered. His brain flip-flopped, and his cock spasmed. She laughed and pulled a bead of pre-cum to the tip of his pulsing meat, watching it roll out before running a flat tongue from balls to head, tipping her head over it... Maria's mouth engulfed him. He tried to pull away but she gripped him hard and hummed a long, blissed-out suck. "Careful, I'm gonna cum," he blustered. Her growl quaked through him. She did not want this, and he could not afford it, but unstoppable energy fuzzed in from his edges, drawn inexorably into her beautiful, terrifyingly eager mouth. La Bocca D'Oro Two blinks from bursting, Luke picked Maria up and plonked her back in her chair. Her mouth was still agape as he dropped to his knees, spread her legs wide and shoved his mouth between them. Her sex was flushed puffy and slimy with her arousal, overflowing his tongue as he lapped into her hole. For a moment Maria was silent, for another he expected to feel the cold prod of a gun at his head. Was this allowed? Taking over like this and denying Maria her test? Then he daubed a tongue load of juices over her swollen clitoris and Maria gasped and locked both hands and feet behind his head. He'd take that as a yes. Luke licked and probed and sucked while his cock's pulsing slowed and Maria moaned and puffed and trembled. He tried to take his time, but she was too delicious and way too keen, grinding her hips at his increasingly messy chin and muttering staccato Italian. A minute barely past and her muttering grew into groans and all he wanted was to see this gorgeous woman orgasm again. He sucked her fat cherry into him, flickered his tongue, and braced himself. Her grinding stopped, her legs flopped open, her sex pulsed once against his lips... then she howled. She gripped his head hard to her, clamping her thighs to his ears. He laughed, smothered by her orgasm, beaten up by it as her hungry sex chewed every last bit of pleasure from his mouth. It was only when she relaxed, and he lost his thigh-muffs, that he could hear her laughing too. "Mother... fucker," she croaked, reaching between her knees and pulling his face up to her kiss. "At last! Thank you!" She laughed and licked his chin and lips like a cat with a kitten, then smacked his ass. "Come on, we are quits, let me do you now," She gripped his buttocks, wriggling to the edge of her seat. "I'm going to suck you dry in ten seconds flat, you lucky boy." She curled over his member, tongue curled out, ready for him, but he moved away. All he had to do was cum. Stand up, take a breath and let the Golden Mouth do her worst. He could explode and go home, and no-one would ever know how close he came to being in real trouble. The one thing he didn't need to do, the worst thing he could do, was proclaim, "Re-start the clock." And pull Maria's beach dress off over her head. Especially when doing so revealed her scowling behind a mess of curls. "-the fuck?" she said. "You know we are done, yes? Let me suck you off. You don't owe me no more." He pushed her back in the seat, pulled her hips toward him, and poised his cock at her slavering hole. "You don't tell me when I can cum," he rumbled. She smiled, but with narrowed eyes. "Ok, super boy. You give me another five minutes. And I bet I you this. In these five minutes you will cum twice for me." She prodded his chest. "And then you will give me two million dollars for your foolishness. Capisce? Oh!" He slid his entire length into her, a tight fit, stretching her hole wide. Her eyes swelled to great circles, and then shut. Her jaw dropped and she sighed long and deep. Maria lay limp, grunting with his slow strokes in her tight wet hole. Then slowly she started tipping her hips up to dig him deeper. He curled over her, kissed her firm breasts, and ran his tongue around her cinnamon nipples, making her shiver and arch to him as if they were little clits. She grew loose and liquid around his pumping, moaning and stirring her hips, urging his pace and locking heels to his thrusting buttocks. He bucked into her and she buried her face into his neck, wrapping arms around his head. Her breath caught and he focussed on pushing harder, faster, forcing her to grip onto him hard as he rocked. The vigour of his work slid safety-locks shut beneath his balls. Suddenly he could fuck this woman all day. Maria's feet pressed to his chest, her fingers clawed his buttocks. He pummelled on. Her groans grew to whimpers, to cries and her motions stiffened against him. Her hole quivered around his hydraulic pumping. "Yes," she muttered. "Oh yes. Yes. Y–" She pushed her mouth to him, her tongue swirling and screaming into a kiss. He wrapped arms around her and shoved hard, juddering her orgasm out of her mouth, and into his. Her orgasm flipped his locks open again, but he bit down hard. Laying her down across the wide sun-warmed seat as she uncoiled from him. "I think maybe I pay you," Maria said huskily, writhing in post-coital bliss. "Or marry you. No don't stop." She pushed up to his hips as he tried to pull out. "I'm close," Luke muttered. Maria smiled, blushed now from neck to breasts. "Good," she said and swivelled carefully around his cock, until she was flat out, legs-together on her front. Still lodged insider her, his slippery cock dug deep between the globes of her perfect bottom, her prim position and closed thighs doubling the pleasure as he straddled her body and ploughed her again. He fought the urge to explode while she did everything she could to burst him: tipping her hips up at his thrusts until her buttocks slapped on his front, gasping, "motherfucker... give... me... cum", wriggling her fingers at her clit until she was close again, too. In fact it was Maria's rigidness and sudden burst of expletives that threatened to do him. Her hole sucked at his thrusts as she gasped and he rammed her over the top of another climax, both laughing and howling as her rush whiplashed her body beneath him. Now Luke let go, as Maria lay flopped and sated, he quickened his pace further. His skin tingled and balls tensed ready for release. A rising growl rumbled out of his chest, he ground to a trembling halt... "YES!" Maria squirmed and slipped off him. "NO!" Luke gripped his cock in both hands like a live grenade. She hopped around in the seat and grabbed his cock off him, grinning hugely and rubbing him quickly in both hands. Just in time too, as his hips thrust from the seat, he roared and then fountained two feet into the air. She squeaked and dropped her mouth over his pumping tip. Maria had predicted the 'lovely mess' at least, rolling from her lips as she sucked his frantic jets into her. She locked still over his twitching body, a cat inflicting a killing bite. Motionless but for gulped staccato laughter and a sinuous wriggle to her tongue as she consumed his climax. The woman sucked until his spasms ebbed, and then she licked and kissed him calm, her lips and tongue super-lubed as she finished him off with a slow self-absorbed delight. She blushed as she caught his eye sucking her own lips clean and pecked a kiss to his nodding, sated phallus. "One," she said, showily checking her wrist. With hysterical giggles from Maria, Luke slid off the seat and flopped like a side of beef to the floor. He lay on his back in the warm sun, his eyes shut and a breeze cooled his wet, still lazily pumping erection. He grinned. He would not cum again for a week, of that he was certain. Maria slinked off the seat and crawled toward him, grinning. She knelt beside him and kissed him deeply, and then plucked more kisses his chest, abs and finally his tired, happy cock. She stood over him, stepped astride his head and surveyed his spent form stretched out in front of her. He suddenly felt like a plate of food. How could she still be hungry? "I am afraid sucking you has got me wet again," she said. "Look." The sun shone through Maria's legs, lighting up her sex shimmering gold, its rays glittered in the juices looped to her thigh. Even after the blowjob of its life, his cock lifted its head. Maria must have been watching for this, because she cheered. "I told you," she said, slowly lowering her hips further, "I told I make you cum twice. You want this, hmm?" Without waiting for an answer she dropped into a splayed squat on his mouth. Luke wasn't sure if he did, until Maria's wetness hit his lips and he tasted salt, then the soaked, resilient kiss of her labia. He licked up into her, and then toyed with her bud as she sighed above him as if lowering into a hot bath. With a sting of annoyance he felt his dick nudge in response to the marshmallow flesh in his mouth. She peered down at him between her knees, spreading her lips wide to push out the thick nipple of her clit. He knew what she wanted. She wanted her clamouring bud sucked. He made her wait, lapping a soft tongue from hole to hood. Let her drip for it. She shuddered and ground on him, releasing her lips to steady herself on his chest. She muttered her Italian and seemed to be trying to breathe out another rising orgasm, rolling her hips on his face, and cursing. Finally, he sucked her into him and she cried out, losing her poise completely and collapsing onto all fours, splayed to his calm, careful licking. "So beautiful," she murmured and his sleepy cock awoke to Maria's warm engulfment, dropping her head over his new erection. Within seconds it started clenching almost painfully stiff, her insistent sucking broken only so she could lick and kiss and coo at it. Soon her hand got involved again, too, milking him into her. Melting him from the waist down. In his delirium between her thighs he had no idea how much or how little time had passed. All that existed was that gorgeous pull, her dirty, angelic kisses and the eager, wet sex filling his mouth. He sucked at her clit in time with her sucking him. Curling two fingers into the spongy mass of her g-spot, and relishing her moans over his newly-bursting member, humming himself into her. Dimly, somewhere deep at the last remaining lucid part of his brain, he had a thought about holding on. That he had no money and now owed this wonder-woman two million dollars. But it was very dim. And very deep. And just as Maria's hips pushed harder to him, and quivered, so his rose to her mouth as if by the irrepressible strength of her suction. Her hand blurred his cock into her mouth, into her mounting groans. His fingers dug out her pleasure and he sucked at it and flapped his tongue to her throbbing clit until she yelped. Then suddenly and to some hidden cue, they locked solid together, quivered for a heartbeat. And burst. Maria's cries gulped as Luke erupted in her mouth and roared into her sex. He wrapped an arm around her hips, holding her squirming tight to him just as she held his twitching cock steady to her squealing swallows. The orgasm charged around between them, flaring to an almost unbearable brightness, out of her, into him, out of him, into her. They eked it out, sucking and licking every last gasp and pulse of each other. Before long, they were left flat out, flopped, idly chuckling and kissing sated bits. "Check your watch," Luke said, with a feeble rush of panic. "What?" Maria dabbed pillowy kisses to his softening cock. "How long did you take to do me?" He twisted, trying to see her watch for himself, but what he thought was Maria's watch was just a bracelet with a huge stone where the face should be. "Oh I don't care, silly boy." Maria cackled. "Unless... give me five minutes more? I bet I make you cum again. Three times. Three million." She wrapped her lips around his comatose member. "Hmm?"