Smut & Filth. Chapter twenty.

"Watch".

The room was dark when he returned from showering. He stepped through the door while fastening the towel around his waist.

She’d closed the shutters. He reached out and flicked the switch to turn on the light but no light came, the light bulb now being situated in the kitchen drawer.

“Baby?” He called as he groped for the standard lamp that stood between the bathroom door and the kitchen area. He switched it on, the light it cast illuminating the kitchen worktops and himself but doing little to fight back the shadows in which she hid.

“Don’t move.” Her voice was low. He stopped moving and smiled.

“What’s going on?” He asked, narrowing his eyes as he peered into the shadows where finally he could make out her form, sitting in the little, whicker armchair in the corner.

“Take the towel off.” She ordered. He began to remove it. “Wait,” He froze, “Slowly.”

Slowly he slipped the towel from around his waist and stood in the dim lamplight, naked but for his wristwatch and with the towel in his hand still obscuring his burgeoning cock from her view. He waited. And waited.

“What now?” He asked.

“Wait.” Her voice, still low, had a different timbre now. His smile broadened.

“Are you playing with yourself?” His smile becoming a grin.

“Yesss.”

He dropped the towel and took hold of his cock. From the shadows she gasped.

“Put your back against the wall,” She said, “play for me”.

He did as he’d been bid, one hand on his cock and the other cradling his tightening balls.

“Good boy,” Her words carried her smile, “Now, keep your fucking mouth shut and show me what I want.”

He squeezed himself, placing his head back against the wall and closing his eyes, then began to pump his thick shaft with his fist.

In the shadows she slid two fingers inside herself and began to beckon forth her own orgasm, watching his face as he bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut. She placed her right leg over the arm of the little chair and made herself comfortable. The hand that wasn’t engaged in her own masturbation found her breasts and she played with them as her breathing became deeper.

“That’s it, darling, don’t stop. Do it for me.”

Her voice was paradoxically both innocent and naughty and her words were enough. He ejaculated, his body tensing suddenly and her name escaping his lips. He shook and jerked as he spurted his hot seed onto the floor and her fingers quickened inside herself as she watched, her grin wide and her eyes intense. He slid down the wall, his twitching dick continuing to fill him with a series of intense orgasmic recoils as the last of his ejaculate sprayed onto his own chest and stomach, until he was sitting on the floor and panting.

“Crawl to me.” Her voice betrayed her approaching orgasm.

He made his way over to her, kneeling before her with his palms flat on the floor and watching her fingers work.

“Can I kiss it?” He asked, enjoying his role.

“No. Just watch. Watch me cum, you dirty bastard.”

He leaned closer. She felt his breathe on her but he did as he was told. He watched her fingers work at her core, saw the gentle movement of the soft flesh on her tummy as her shallow breaths and internal contractions caused her to tremble. He allowed his gaze to continue upwards toward her face as she chewed on her lip and snarled down at him.

Suddenly her other hand, the one that had been entertaining her upper body, snaked out and pulled him against her and she screamed out in rapture. She clamped her thighs around his face and held him there while she finished herself off before pushing him roughly away.

Falling back he managed to catch himself and arrest his fall, but she placed the sole of her foot against his chest and pushed hard, forcing him to continue his descent to the floor. She stood, a grin on her face that could easily be described as filthy, and stepped over him, walking away without so much as a word until she reached the doorway through which he'd recently entered.

"You're coffee might be cold now. Make me one if you make another." She grinned.

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