SB-603 Slaves and Lovers
Slaves and Lovers
Spartan Books
SB-603
Eric McLean
$2.25
FOREWORD
The first time I saw Joey, he was fifteen. Thick, curly brown hair cascaded down over his forehead. His wide eyes were soft brown, his lips were full and sensual. He was shirtless, and wore only a pair of ragged, faded bluejeans that were cut off well above the knees. His body was still developing, but it was obvious that when it reached full bloom he would be a long-waisted, sinewy type. I thought wildly of handsome slave boys, purchased at slave markets in ancient Rome, to be used for sex by their buyers. But this was the twentieth century and Joey was not a slave. Still, he had been offered to me by my cousin Donna for a thousand dollars.
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I scooted my knees from beneath him and stood up. He lay relaxed, yet not inert. His head was turned to one side facing me, one corner of his lips lifted. One arm dangled over the edge of the couch, hand touching floor. The other arm lay loosely up over the back of the couch. His buttocks were slightly raised and twisted at an angle toward me.
I grasped the belt tight, my heart racing. I let him have it! As the leather struck his rippling flesh his ass twisted a little more toward me, then twisted back again as I lifted my arm for the second strike.
“Yes, yes!” he whispered, the corner of his lips lifting higher.
I found a slow, easy rhythm. He squirmed, writhed, moaned. I felt almost hypnotized. When I decided he’d had enough I tossed the belt aside. He crawled off the couch at once and began kisses my feet.
“Yes, I’m your slave!” he whispered.
His tongue traveled up one leg and licked the inside of my thigh. I thrust my pelvis forward. “Suck me!” I ordered.
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