Chapter 3: Rising Action
Maria needed to get her landlord out of her apartment.
Now. And then she saw the stereo system at the other end of the room."Do you want to listen to music?" she asked brightly, turning toward the landlord. "I have some great tunes on vinyl if you'd like to hear them."The landlord hesitated, squinting at her dubiously. "Is there something in this bedroom you don't want me to see?"Maria's adrenaline spiked and she felt her dick swelling in Tom's throat. This couldn't be happening.Tom tasted bitter pre-cum and smelled horse musk, Maria's hot hard member consuming his senses. He never thought this would happen, but was starting to get aroused despite himself. He could still breathe at the moment, but for what he knew about centaurs, he expected Maria's cock to keep growing.That would make it impossible for him to escape from under her dress, especially since Tom was secured with the straps. The situation was becoming increasingly intimate, and it began to dawn on him that he might not make it out of this predicament without experiencing something utterly unexpected.
The landlord opened the door to Tom's bedroom. At first glance, his face darkened with suspicion. "This is clearly occupied," he growled accusingly. "Who is in here?"
Maria hesitated, her nerves firing on overdrive. Her cock had started inching down Tom's throat, and the pressure was driving her wild. Swallowing hard, she managed to muster a nonchalant reply. "I'm storing some things for a cousin,.and he comes to stay for a night or two sometimes. I'll ask him to be quieter when he's here, I promise."
Tom had started gagging as her cock went further inside him, and the sounds were getting louder. Maria backed away from the bedrooms to try and keep her landlord from hearing it. She put on some rock music slightly louder than the noises Tom was making.
Maria realized that her plan might work if she did everything just right. Tom was still trying to keep quiet as he gasped for breath. The landlord thought about her excuse about her cousin and seemed to believe it. He walked out into the living room.
"Are you okay?" The landlord demanded sternly, crossing the threshold into the living room.
Clearing her throat, Maria attempted to appear unruffled. "No, no," she assured him. She kept shifting back and forth however, pushing down the urge to thrust into Tom's mouth, to use him as a cocksleeve.
"Well tell your cousin to buy some damn headphones next time."
The landlord huffed, leaving Maria relieved yet apprehensive. Tom remained silent, his gag reflex slowing down as Maria's throbbing member eased up, allowing him to catch his breath. He struggled to regain composure, swallowing the residual taste of Maria's precum and horse musk.
"Yes, sir, we will take care of that," Maria responded meekly, averting her gaze to avoid raising suspicions. She adjusted her position, discreetly readjusting the straps beneath her dress, tightening the knots to secure Tom even more firmly in place.
The pressure of her engorged member pressed against Tom's throat, causing him to swallow involuntarily, tasting the distinct flavor of Maria's arousal. The tension between them grew insurmountable, their bodies locked in a dance of desire and desperation.
"Tom," Maria whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I need you to relax, just let yourself go."
He nodded weakly, his throat muscles constricting around her pulsing erection. Each exhale reverberated through his chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Maria's veins.