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"Please," Billy said.
"Afterwards," Deborah said.
"Jesus Christ! Why--why the hell did you take your clothes off, then?"
"To give you a preview. And make sure you'd say yes."
"I SAID yes! Just let me--"
"No."
"Oh, Christ. You're so beautiful."
"I know."
"How do I know you will...afterwards?"
"Because I say I will."
"But...but you could..."
"Yes, I could. You'll just have to take your chances, Billy."
"What if I don't want to take the chance?"
Deborah looked at him and cupped her breasts in her hands. "Don't you?"
"Jesus! I can't stand it!"
"Then I'll get dressed."
"No! No, don't...please..."
"Am I better than the girl in the magazine?"
Billy blushed furiously. "What--how did you--"
"I told you I have ways of knowing things. Would you like to finish
jerking off while I'm here? At least you'll have something live to look at."
Billy went even redder. "Jesus," he choked. "I...I..."
"Go ahead," Deborah said. "It's free. But I'm not going to be here
long." She had been sitting on the bed, and now she lay down on her back. She
parted her legs so he could see everything she had, and began to writhe slightly
but suggestively.
He wanted to go over there and jump on her; just rip his clothes off,
fall on top of her, hold her down and take her whether she liked it or not. But
he knew he couldn't.
"Do it," Deborah said. "Think about how it will be--later. You on top of
me, inside me. All the way in me. Fucking." Her hips twisted slowly.
Billy made a small choking sound and tugged at his zipper. His hard cock
thrust forth, pulsing. In a moment he was stroking it rhythmically, his
breathing loud and hoarse, his eyes glued hungrily to the beautiful naked body
writhing on the bed.
"That's it," Deborah said. "Do it to me, Billy. Give it all to me. Oh,
yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
"Oh god," Billy groaned, his hand moving faster. "Oh, Jesus. Oh...ohh
god!...Ohhh...Ohhh...Ahhh..."
He leaned forward in the chair as the sperm shot from his spasming
prick. It arched in the air and made small plopping noises as it hit the floor.
Immediately Deborah stood up, and in the same movement reached for her
clothes and began to dress. Her face was quite blank.
It took Billy a few moments to recover. By that time she was fully
dressed and seated on the edge of the bed.
"Jesus..." he breathed.
"Now," Deborah said calmly. "Here's what you're going to do..."