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?Not that you weren?t appetizing, but I need some food.? I said to Mindy

We were lying in bed together, naked. Mindy had just spent the last half hour feeding me whipped cream with her tits and pussy. Obviously, this is not your ordinary weekend in Las Vegas. Mindy is my reluctant sex slave. Mindy owes $30,000 to her church. Her church and her church treasurer boyfriend don?t know that Mindy owes the money. This is because she took it and gambled it away, back home in Colorado. The church books are being audited on Monday. Mindy knows that I have come into enough money to cover her debt and fix her problem. Her new and current problem is I want a lot of her body in return.

?We need to clean up? she countered ?How about if we go hop in the shower and get all soapy??

?Son of a bitch? I thought. I brought along some little blue pills, knowing that I would need all the help I could get. But even with the pharmaceutical assistance, I didn?t there was a way I could go again. Still, the thought of soaping up those incredible tits and perky little nipple of her?s; of grinding my cock into her ass as I massaged those melons; the idea of her using about a hundred soapy strokes to clean my cock, did sound appealing. Maybe her plan was to induce a heart attack and have me found, naked and dead in the shower.

What a way to go. I thought. Mindy had been very reluctant at this at first, but yesterday she had seemed to be a more willing participant. I was wondering what had changed, when enough blood made it?s way into the big head and I remembered the video.

?I like the way you think? said I ?Go get the shower started, and I?ll be right there.?

She kissed me quickly, squeezed my dick once, and swung her long legs over and walked naked to the bathroom. I watched as her bare ass swayed back and forth and I thought for the 1000th time;

?I love Mindy?s ass?

I got up, quickly gathered my phone and iPod, stopped the video, and put them away. I would have time to view them later. I had heard the shower come on, and the timbre of the water flow change as Mindy manipulated the controls, getting the water to the right temperature. I was greeted to her bent gently at the waist; try to reach for something on the other side of the tub.

?The things you see, when you don?t have a paddle? I mused.

She turned around and went into her pouty, girlish voice.

?Haven?t I been a good girl? You?re not going to spank me again, are you??

?Probably, but not now? I returned ?But that hot shower does sound pretty good?

She got in and immediately the water was cascading on her back, and she pivoted so she could face the hot water. The multiple streams of water hit Mindy square in the chest and water started to flow in small rivers down her breasts, over her areolas and nipples. They were soon hard. She brought up the wash cloth, got it wet, retrieved the bar of soap, and was soon lathering first the cloth, and then her chest.

Mindy is in her mid-30s, but looks younger; 5?6? with brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. Her boobs, while not perfect, were still reallllly fine. They are c-cups and round, with just a touch of sag. Topping them off are half inch, chronically erect erasure-like nipples. As my eyes follow down I notice the smallish waist, which accent her well rounded hips. When she turned around, to get a better soaping angle, I am rewarded with the sight of her fine looking back side. Mindy does her share of leg exercises at the gym and those have done their part to lift her butt into the bubble-like shape, that makes other women jealous, and men stare stupidly. Just like I was doing.

My hard-on tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I intended to stand out in the cold all fucking day. With a shake of the head to clear way the delirium Mindy?s body had just induced, I finished my walk over to the shower and stepped in behind her.

She had the soap and the wash cloth, so my hands had nothing to do. So, I reached around and cupped both her boobs, lifting slightly to get more of them and feel their weight in my hands. I drew her into me, as she dropped one hand down to slowly wash her lower areas, and the other reached back to grasp my hard on, which was pressing into her butt crack.

?Are you ready to go again, stud?? she cooed.

?Is you plan to fuck me into a heart attack and leave me for dead in the shower?? I asked deadpan.

Glancing back she grinned and replied sarcastically;

?Ohhh, Nooo. If I did that I wouldn?t get my money. My plan is to drain you so thoroughly that you won?t have the strength to spank me anymore, and you?ll spend the rest of your time eating and sleeping?

?That might work? I retorted as I massaged Mindy?s firm c-up breasts.

?I really don?t know what I like best; your perfect, fuckable ass..? as I ground my hips into hers ??or these made-to-be-squeezed and sucked-on-tits?. I added an extra squeeze of her melons for emphasis.

Mindy had lathered up the wash cloth as we talked and now turned to face me. She took my member in the soapy cloth and started to stroke it up and down, slowly. I have no idea how I was hard again. I would be writing a letter to Pfizer when I got home.

?Lucky for you, you don?t have to choose? she answered as she kept up the motion on my cock.

I reluctantly stopped her, and took the cloth from her. I added more soap and started to clean her, beginning with her boobs. I slowly rubbed the tops and sides, making sure the rough cloth dragged over her sensitive nipples as often as I could. They were already hard, and I could feel the little gumdrops even through the cloth.

Mindy had the bar of soap, and began to use it on my cock, paying particular attention to the underside. The without warning and in a quick burst she said

?Shit. Fuck. Piss. Asshole. Oh, my! What a potty mouth I have. I guess you are going to have to wash my mouth out with soap?

With that she got on her knees and began licking my cock, cleaning it with a kitten soft strokes and the same determination of a momma cat. I watched in amazement, as this woman, who had probably spoken less than a 1000 words to me in ten years, was cleaning my dick with her mouth. Then in a coup de gras, she took me all the way to the back of her throat in one gulp. There was still a couple of inches to go, before she deep throated me, but with all the attention she had been paying to my already orgasm sensitized cock, I was getting light headed.

She slowly withdrew, keeping the suction, and stopped just before my head came out. Then Mindy reversed and I slipped over her tongue again, hitting the back of her throat. She repeated this a couple of times, sending pleasure through my body, and making my knees week. I was beginning to think she was a liar and I would be found dead soon.

I braced myself with shower wall and looked down. Mindy was looking at me and had a look of pleasure in her eyes. As our eyes met, she began to quicken her pace. She was bobbing up and down, and then suddenly stopped, when I was at the apex. Mindy adjusted our position, and, grabbed my ass with one hand, closed her eyes, and all of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She held that position and ground her nose into my pubic hair, as if to show anger at the obstacle.

She backed me out of her throat, but she was still moving up and down, with fast strokes. Her free hand was cupping and caressing my balls, and occasionally moving onto my cock to mirror the motion of her head. She withdrew and began to lick the underside of my very aroused member for a few quick laps, and then I was back in the mouth for another round of feeling the smooth warm wetness of her tongue on my cock.

This time her confidence in her abilities had grown and she was intent on throating me more often. Her first four strokes were exhilaratingly normal, but number five she, with just a small hesitation, was able to feed me past her protective flap and down her throat.

She pulled back and resumed her head bob, stopping every few strokes to force me as deep as was physically possible. Each time she would bottom me out, it would break the build to my orgasm, but increase my level of sexual tension. Her pace quickened and so did the frequency with which she brought me into her throat. It was every four times, then three. She was systematically building me to explosion.

I was on the verge of going over the edge, when she pulled me completely out of her mouth, looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes, stroked me slowly and asked

?Where do want to cum, stud? Which hole to you want to fill with your juice??

Fuck I was so close to cuming right now, and I could not think straight. I brought my hand to the back of head and pushed quickly pushed her head back down on my cock. She did not hesitate and picked up where she had let off. I was going down her throat almost each time and each time she pulled back she made a point of trying to milk me with her tongue. It took only güvenilir bahis a few of these and I went over the edge

?Oh God! Here it comes!? I pronounced

Rather than pull back at all, Mindy forced me deep down her throat and using her tongue tried to swallow my organ. It wasn?t going in deeper but the lust fluid was. It felt like I pumping a gallon of semen down her throat, and she just kept milking and milking. She pulled out long enough to get some air and then she focused on draining every drop from my hose, with slow rhythmic pulls on my organ.

The pleasure had flooded over me like a wave, and dissipated slowly. When it did and my mind began to clear, I looked down and Mindy was still watching me. I smiled. She pulled completely out, worked her way into standing up, and draped her arms around me.

?All better? Mindy asked ?Did I make that mean ole juice go away??

?Fuck! Yes, I?m all better? I replied as my hands caressed her back and found her ass, adding a few squeezes as homage to it?s beauty. ?But, what was that part about ?mean ole juice??

She giggled, pulled me close and kissed me. Then added with a mock sigh

?Uhhhhhhhh. You guys are all the same. You are just little horny pigs until us girls make you spit out all that juice. Then you are all better and can think again. At least until it builds back up.?

I chuckled and replied ?Sound pretty close to me?

We finished off the shower, with much less sexual touching. That?s not to say there was no touching. I still had to feel those luscious melons and squeeze that ripe ass. They are just too hard to ignore, even in my drained state. It?s like trying to ignore the bowl of M