Pawnographic

Suddenly, the hand behind her head thumped hard onto the bed. In a rush, she squealed, "Oh god, I'm going to come!"

Her hand began to jerk, barely able to stay over her clit. Her mouth dropped open. Whimpers emerged with each and every breath. I was right there with her, fighting the urge to explode. With my teeth clenched, I snatched up a fistful of tissue.

Cammie's eyes shot open, and then immediately rolled up in her head. She let out a quavering, "Oh yes," summoned up one last burst of energy, and pushed herself over the edge.

A loud scream burst from her lips and the speakers as her head slammed down onto the pillow. I let out a roar of my own as I exploded, overwhelming the wad of tissue held over the head of my cock. I grunted with every explosive burst, mindless of the cum dribbling down my hand and onto my stomach.

It took everything I had to keep forcing my eyes open so I could watch her come. Her hips thrust up to her hand, which moved in jerky bursts. Her legs began to shake, and she cried out repeatedly as her orgasm tore through her. The last few dribbles of my cum oozed out, and I squeezed my cock tight, still watching her.

While I breathed hard through my nose, her knees began to twitch closer together. Still, she kept forcing her fingers to tease her clit, keeping her coming. Eventually, the intensity must have overwhelmed her, because her thighs clamped tightly around her hand, and she rolled onto her side.

I tried to catch my breath, while Cammie did the same on the screen. In time, she rolled onto her back, and with what looked like a great deal of effort, forced her legs apart again. She let out a final yelp when she buried her fingers inside her. They slid out a moment later, and her arm went limp.

I gave in, letting my eyes drift closed. I could still hear her panting, and the sound slowly took on an amused tone. When I heard the bed creak, I opened my eyes in time to see her sit up. She looked right into the camera and moaned. After making a kissing motion with her lips, she let out a weak laugh, and then leaned forward to shut off the camera.

I stared up at the ceiling, gasped when a shiver shot through me, and groaned, "God damn."

It took me quite a while to drag my ass out of bed and into a shower that I desperately needed.

****

I left early again the next day, but not because there was anything I needed to do at the shop. I wanted to make absolutely sure that nobody saw me as I smuggled that tablet back to where it belonged. Yes, I was ashamed of myself, but I also didn't regret it. The way she played with herself was raw — frantic. No woman had ever done that for me before, and no porn flick could ever hope to match it.

Putting that iPad back in the box without copying the video took quite a bit of willpower.

I dived into busy work, dropping the prices of items that had been sitting around the shop for too long. Then I took care of paperwork and other odds and ends that weren't critical, but would save me some time at the end of the month. It was still an hour or so after my normal opening time before I felt as if I could face customers.

I should have hung up a gone fishing sign instead of unlocking the door.

It was another one of those days. I had a local pothead begging for more time after a missed payment, some woman sticking her bad boob-job in my face, trying to pass off a zirconium as a diamond while I was 'distracted', and some punk kid who tried to steal a game system, on top of the usual daily grind. The only good thing about it was the frustration factor once again helped me forget about Cammie — for the most part.

As the day wound down and the customers thinned out, the images of her masturbating and the sound of her crying out in passion crept back into my head. I was fighting off an erection for the last hour and a half of the day, and my monkey brain was back at it, whispering plans to copy the video and all the pictures before I left for the night.

Of course, right as I was beginning to listen to the devil on my shoulder, I turned around and saw Cammie step in front of the door.

She poked her head in and asked, "I'm not too late, am I?"

I froze up. I was standing there, half hard, daydreaming about watching her video again, and she was standing right in front of me.

Her lips curled up into a smile — a disturbingly knowing smile — and she walked in the door.

I managed to snap out of it and belatedly answered, "I was just closing up, but I'll grab your new ticket for you." As soon as I said it, I spun on my heel and headed behind the counter. Once there, I heard a familiar click.

Cammie flipped the sign to closed, and then walked away from the door she'd just locked. "Since you're trying to close up, I figured you wouldn't want anybody else sneaking in at the last second."

A nervous chuckle was the best I could manage. She walked toward me, and I redirected my gaze below the counter. I grabbed her new ticket from where I'd left it under a book I needed to have appraised, and held it out to her. "There you go."

She still wore that sly smile when she took the ticket and said, "Thanks."

I swallowed hard as her brown eyes caught me. I knew they were looking right through me. Then, her smile widened.

"You finally looked," she said.

I did my best to look confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Cammie rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Please. You looked at the pictures I put on the iPad. It's about time."

That caught me off guard, and before I could think better of it, I said, "You put them on there?"

"I figured you'd look as soon as I walked out the door that first day. That surprised me. So, did you like them?"

There was no sense in lying any more. I'd been caught. The look on my face when she first peeked in the door was probably screaming guilty loud enough to convict me all on its own.

"You wanted me to find them?" I asked.

"Well, yeah."

"Why?"

My legs nearly buckled when she first bit her lower lip, and then licked the upper one before answering, "Roxanne Vaughn ring any bells?"

"Roxie?" I said, wondering how she knew her. Roxanne was the last person I had dated. I don't know how she felt, but I was right on the verge of asking her to move in when she got a job offer in New York that she couldn't refuse. The goodbye sex had been amazing, but I was falling for her, and losing her was the primary reason I hadn't been laid since. It hurt too much to get back in the game.

Cammie nodded. "I answered phones where she worked for a while, and we ended up talking on break. She talked about you a lot. I didn't put it together until I saw her going into your place, though. From the way it sounded, she wasn't exaggerating."

You probably could have fried an egg on my face at that point, but she wasn't done.

She reached up, squeezed her breast and asked, "You know what I was doing that night?"

"Cammie," I gasped, and took a step back.

"You never answered my question," she said, and then pulled up her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Do you like them?"

Remarkably, I only looked for a fraction of a second. Then, I looked out the windows, praying nobody was outside, and said, "Pull your shirt back down."

"Nuh uh. Not until you answer me," she said.

"Cammie, stop it."

"Not until you answer."

There were a million more intelligent things to say, but I was in a panic — and it was the truth. "They're incredible, okay?"

She grinned and pulled her shirt back down. "See, that wasn't so hard. I bet something else is, though."

She was wrong. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but it was because I expected someone I knew to walk in front of the shop at any second and see what was going on. "Cammie, you really need to go."

"No, I really need to come."

That dumbfounded me even more than her flashing her tits. My mouth dropped open and I grunted something unintelligible.

She walked around the counter, and like a cornered animal, I backed away until I bumped into the closed side behind me. Rather than chasing me down, she tested the door to the back room. When it opened, she stepped inside.

"Cammie, come back here," I blurted out, but the door closed behind her. I called her name twice more, to no avail. That left me no choice but to follow her. The shocks continued when I opened the door.

Her shirt lay on the floor just inside. Her shorts were only a couple of steps away. Cammie was sitting on my work table pulling off her shoes — the only clothing that remained on her lithe young body. Before I could process what was in front of me, even those were gone.

She scooted back on the table and bent one knee, letting me see her pussy. "So, Roxanne said you almost made her pass out every time you went down on her. Why don't you show me?"

I stepped in and closed the door behind me. With the outside world shut away, the cage door on my monkey brain flew wide open. Damn the consequences. I had a naked twenty-year-old telling me to eat her pussy.

Cammie moaned as I walked toward her and asked, "Did you watch the video too?"

"Yes."

"Did you jack off to it?"

"Of course," I answered when I reached the table.

"Poor Daddy has no idea what his little girl is up to," she said while leaning back onto her elbows. "You like that, don't you?"

I grabbed the office chair in front of the table and pulled it around to the end she was facing. In all honesty, he was the furthest thought from my mind until she mentioned it. It brought a smile to my face when she did, though.

"Thought so," she said, and then lifted one elbow off the table so she could reach her nipple and pinch it. "Me too."

I sat down in the chair, and as I had guessed, it put me at exactly the height I wanted to be. I curled my hands around her thighs, and pulled her toward me as soon as my butt hit the seat. She squealed, and then laughed as she wiggled her sweet little ass right up to the edge of the table. I let out a groan and dived in.

Cammie's ankles came to rest on my shoulders, and she gasped as my tongue slid the length of her pussy. She tasted like pure heaven, and there was no doubt she was already wet. The scent of her arousal filled my lungs, giving me chills. I reached her clit and pressed a little harder.

"Oh yeah. Uh huh," she encouraged me as I flicked my tongue over her bud.

I parted her nether lips and delved inside with the next swipe of my tongue, causing her to shiver. When the quiver subsided, she asked, "Did you see me when I was trying to show off in the window?"

"The night before you came in here the first time," I answered in a rush before wiggling my tongue along the parting of her lips.

"Aww... I thought you were watching the night before last too. I was naked then." She drew in a fast, ragged breath when I stabbed my tongue under her hood. "I almost started fingering myself in the window. Ooo! But this is much better."

For me, the time for talking was long, long past. I was drunk on her nectar. I kept it slow — savoring her — and feeling her out. She was anything but silent, giving me plenty of physical and auditory clues. Twitches, moans, shivers, and gasps let me know when I was pushing her button the way she liked, punctuated with the occasional yes or oh god. Every so often I would glance up, and her gaze was always focused tightly on me licking her.

Moans rumbled unbidden in my throat every time I swiped my tongue down low to drink up her juices. I can't begin to stress how good she tasted. Whether it was just the excitement of licking a woman half my age, or any real difference, I can't say. Not that I cared.

I stayed in control — somehow — carefully building the pressure I was putting on her clit.

"Oh, she wasn't lying," Cammie said when I gave her the first hard suck over the apex of her nether lips. "You're so goo—."

I growled when a hard lap over her bud caused her to lose the last word in a sharp whimper.

My tongue circled her clit, and then lapped it again, tugging at her folds. I followed that up with fast flicks of the tip, and then another lap that I changed into a suck. Her hips began to lift toward my mouth. Sometimes it was a slow rise. Sometimes it was closer to a spasm. I kicked up the pace and pressure a little.

She rewarded me with a cry of, "Oh! Uh huh," and followed it up with a long, loud moan.

I had enough experience to know that she was really beginning to heat up, and it was time to try the trick I'd stumbled upon with Roxie. I locked my lips over her folds and her clit, sucking them in, and went wild with my tongue.

Her legs pressed down hard on my shoulders, her hips lifted, and she cried out, "God, yeah! Oh yeah!"

I kept that up for a good half minute, and I wish I could have seen her toes. From the way her calves were tightening, I'm sure her toes were curling. When I held on while pulling back, letting her slip from my lips with a slurp, a loud, high-pitched gasp filled the room.

Before the sound had even faded, I slid my right hand around from where it gripped her thigh, and tugged up her hood with my thumb. Her every indrawn breath was a gasp, and every exhale a moan as I tongued her naked clit with slow, hard strokes. After a few licks, I locked my lips on her pussy again.

As before, her muscles contracted. This time, the words that emerged in a rush were, "Right there. Like that. Like that."

I only held on for a few seconds that time, but it was long enough for her to let her elbows slide out from beneath her. Her freed hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard when I let her slip from my lips again. This time, I teased her with quick, feather-light licks.

"No," she protested as I let her cool down — but not for long. As soon as one of her hands reached for the back of my head, I sucked her pussy again. The fingers reaching for me curled into claws, and she let out a screech.

I held on longer, and added a minuscule shake of my head to the mix. She begged, "Don't stop," three times, and then lifted her head to look at me. Her red face and tight expression was burned into my memory from the video. I knew she was close.

A desperate, weepy sound escaped her when I let her go again. Once the shock passed, her hands shot to the back of my head, trying to pull my lips against her folds. I held back, swirling my tongue around her clit until she dug her fingers into my scalp and whimpered, "Please."

A full-throated scream echoed off the walls when I took her back between my lips.

Her hands remained on the back of my head, but the pressure trying to hold me down vanished. She squirmed on the table, emitting whimpers faster and louder by the second. I was able to look up and see that the flush in her face had spread down to her chest. At that exact same moment, she lifted her head to look at me. I narrowed my eyes and slowed down my tongue ever so slightly.

"No, no, no, no," she pleaded, falling for the ruse.

I dropped my eyes back down and sucked as hard as I could.

Her fingers twined into my hair and I could feel as well as hear her fast panting, which rose in pitch with each breath. When the last ended in a squeak, her grip on my hair tightened for a few painful seconds. I winced, and the momentary pause of my tongue must have been what pushed her over the edge.

Cammie let out an explosive scream and lurched violently, pulling her clit from my lips. I tightened my grip on her thighs, but there was no need. Almost as soon as I'd formed the thought, her legs squeezed tight around my head.

I forced my way back to her pussy as soon as I could, and she went into an equally violent spasm the moment my tongue touched her. I rode her bucking hips, licking her swollen clit at every opportunity, and smiling the whole time. Having such a stunning young woman come that hard for me was like a drug. I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted to keep her coming until she couldn't take any more.

The first time she pushed on my head and tried to slide away from me, I took advantage of her thighs not pinning me in place to suck on her button again. She let out a shriek, and I saw one of her hands slam to the edge of the table, where she held it with a white-knuckled grip. Her whole body quaked briefly, and then she sucked in a ragged gasp. When she pushed on my head the next time, it was fueled by primal strength, and I relented.

Cammie snapped her legs together as I sat back in the chair. My chin, and even the tip of my nose were wet with her juices. She slid a trembling, protective hand over her pussy, and the touch set off a shockwave that caused her back to arch high above the table. I sat her dangling feet on my knees and caressed her legs as she squirmed and whimpered from the throes of her orgasm.

After a minute or so, she let out a long moan and lifted her head. She smiled at me, but an aftershock caused her to quiver and gasp almost immediately. She took several deep breaths, smiled again, and quietly moaned the word, "Whoa."

I slid my hands up her legs, curling my fingers around her thighs, but before I could get anywhere near her pussy, she pulled her legs together again and scooted away.

"Sorry. Hard to resist," I said.

She laughed, let her legs sink down to the table again, and said, "She wasn't exaggerating. I needed that so bad."

"More where that came from," I told her, more than ready to slip back between her thighs.

She shook her head, and instead beckoned me with a crooked finger. I stood up, and as I walked to the side of the table, she wriggled her way back far enough to rest her feet. Once there, she pointed at her lips.

I was just fine with that.

Cammie moaned into the kiss, her tongue intertwining with mine, and her hands caressing my back. When our lips parted, she licked hers and said, "I taste pretty good, don't I?"

"Yes, you do."

Her gaze left mine, and dropped down between my legs. She let out a hungry moan, and then stretched out her hand to my crotch. I sucked in a hard breath when she squeezed my erection.

"I guess she wasn't exaggerating that, either," Cammie said, and then released me to go for the buckle of my belt.

I don't know whether it's self-depreciation, unlucky women, or white lies in the heat of the moment for my benefit, but I've heard that a few times, and it never failed to surprise me.

Between the awkward angle and only using one hand, she was taking a little long for me. I already felt as if I was going to blow the zipper out of my jeans. I took over, jerking the belt loose of its buckle, and then undid my pants. She pulled down my underwear as soon as she had access to them, and wrapped her fingers around me.

I groaned from the feeling of her soft hand stroking me, and pushed my pants down to my thighs to give her better access. She took advantage of that by letting two fingers glide over my balls.

A chill shot up my spine when she looked up at me, licked her lips, and slid her hand behind my butt.

I stutter stepped forward the few inches necessary to put me right next to the table, and she didn't waste any time. She pulled down on my erection, snaked out her tongue, and gave the head a lick. I slid my fingers into her hair and groaned from the feeling of her slippery tongue wetting my tip. My cock throbbed hard, pulling against her restraining hand, and on one especially strong pulse, a drop of pre-cum welled up.

Cammie moaned and half-kissed, half-sucked the head of my cock before the drop could get away from her. Her breast, so close, called out to me, and I answered. It was every bit as firm as it looked, and when I slid my finger over her nipple, it was very much erect. I fondled her breast and teased that stiff point while she returned to lapping my cock.