Chapter 1: Intimate Encounter
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She tossed her head angrily, and the rich colour of it glistened in the rather dim light of the big hall. Then she giggled with secret merriment. She slipped her hand into my trouser fly as if it wasn't there, and ran her sharp nails down my chest and belly. She undid my belt and sank to her knees in front of me and cupped my balls in both hands. I stiffened almost immediately. She took my dick into her mouth and sucked it slowly, savouring it in her mouth like a baby with a comforter. She was so good. She forced her mouth over my raging erection, thrusting my cock deep into her throat again and again. "You're cute," she gasped, while coming up for air, a string of saliva joining her mouth to my dick. I didn't say anything. So the butler chose that convenient moment to come back though the French doors and see her sucking me. It didn't seem to bother him. He was a tall, thin, silver machine, from the beginning of the century before last or the end of the one before that. He moved with the fluid grace of old smart machines that have been very well cared for. He walked slowly across the floor towards us as the girl suckled at me. She sprang up, leaving me rock-hard and frustrated. She flashed across the room and up the stairs before I could draw a long breath and let it out. The butler said robotically: "The General will see you now, Mr. Marlowe." I readjusted my clothing and nodded at him. "Who was that?" "Carmen Sternwood, sir." "You ought to wean her off cocks. She looks old enough." He looked at me with mechanically inhuman politeness and repeated what he had just said.
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Part 2