__Inspiration__
By Criss Moody
Giles groaned as he reached his orgasm, pumping his cock
faster with his hand as the semen shot out and spilled over his
hand. He slumped over a bit, gasping at the force of the
lust. Not 20 minutes ago he had been at The Bronze, looking
for Buffy. A report of a strange creature near Breaker's
Woods had sounded suspiciously like a sighting of Adam. So,
Giles had swallowed his pride and actually gone out to find Buffy
after calling the dorm had garnered no results. And Giles
had indeed found his Slayer, his former Slayer rather.
She had been dancing, if you could call it that, with that young
pup Riley. Giles had remarkably fond memories of
"dancing" just like that on more than one occasion with
more than one young woman, and young man, in his younger
years. Unfortunately, being a Watcher did not lend itself
to passionate, erotic dancing with nubile young creatures.
Giles had stood frozen on the edge of the dance floor, watching
Buffy rub against Riley like a cat in heat, her eyes half-closed,
a small smile gracing her lovely face until he could barely
breathe. As he turned to go, Buffy's eyes had opened,
meeting Giles' without shame, without embarrassment. Buffy
had seen the rising lust in her former Watcher's eyes.and she had
ground her ass against Riley, laughing out loud when her dance
partner gripped her hips to increase the pressure.
The former Watcher, sometimes researcher of arcane knowledge, had
fled the club, his muscles tight, his cock rock-hard, his face
twisted in some perverted expression of lust. He had barely
made it in the apartment before lowering his trousers and boxers,
grasping his cock with a loud sigh, and tugging on his erection
until his recent empty orgasm.
Giles leaned against the wall next to his front door, his eyes
closed, and contemplated where he'd like his cock at the
moment..either deep inside Buffy's hot center, her surely tight
ass, or better yet, her lush, perfect mouth. That way, he
could create the illusion that he was in control of the fiercely
awesome creature. Idly, he stroked his softened cock.
He knew that he should pull up his pants and boxers, shower, and
then fall into bed. As he tried to get his legs and arms to
follow his wishes, he missed the front door quietly opening and
closing.
He did not, however, miss the wet suction on his cock.
"Bloody he." Giles broke off the curse as his
eyes drank in the sight of Buffy's blonde head buried in his
pelvic area. He closed his eyes again, convinced that he
had to be dreaming this. What he heard next disabused him
of this belief.
"Hope you enjoyed my show.I went out dancing with Riley
because I was watching TV...and there was this guy on who looked
just like you.masturbating in the bathroom when his wife finds
him, and tries to give him a blow job, but he refuses. Are
you going to refuse?" Buffy nuzzled the cock as it
valiantly stirred, inhaling the musky odor of man, soap, and
come.
Giles tried very, very hard to find some semblance of righteous
indignation in his soul, but it appeared that it had all been
vanquished by Buffy's mouth on his penis. Bloody hell.
"No, I won't."
Buffy grinned up at Giles, taking off her jacket and putting her
arms up to grasp Giles' exposed ass cheeks. She delicately licked
his cock free of come, nibbling and scraping a bit as she went,
smiling even more when Giles' hands dove into her hair, gripping
tightly every time her teeth made light contact with the silky
skin covering his penis. Buffy sucked the head of his cock
into her mouth, one hand leaving the tempting flesh of his ass to
toy with the velvet covered balls, caressing them with a sure,
knowing hand.
The Slayer sucked hard on his cock, which was enjoying a comeback
quicker than Giles had enjoyed since at least the
seventies. Her wet, hot mouth formed a tight seal on his
cock and her tongue played with the bulbous head, flicking at the
piss-slit and the pre-come seeping out. Giles knew he
couldn't last long under such talent, lost amidst what had been
one of his fondest dreams since Buffy had turned 18. When
Buffy briefly deep-throated him, her mouth sinking onto his cock,
right up to the root, Giles let loose and for the second time in
less than an hour, came. Only this time, he had a sweet, steamy
cavern sucking the salty cream out his body, rather than his
well-used hand milking it out.
Buffy withdrew her mouth, kissed the again soft penis, and stood
up, stripping off most of clothes as she did so. She held
out her hand to Giles.
"Shower? Or we could talk or something, but a nook and
cranny shower sounds like just what I need right now."
Giles bit into his lower lip at the thought of Buffy's nooks and
crannies. Talking really was highly overrated.
He accepted her outstretched hand, leaving questions, worries,
and fears for tomorrow.
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