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With practice, thanks to Dr. Roman, I thought I'd become an excellent practitioner of the oral arts. That is cocksucking. I know I demonstrated it with Declan. "Oh yeah, you like Mr. Flaherty's majestic shillelagh, don't you girl?"

I nodded with a mouthful of cock and looked him in the eye, and from then on that's what I called Declan's cock: his majestic shillelagh.

I sucked and sucked; making love to it, but I had no intention of making him cum. My pussy needed to become just as familiar with that majestic shillelagh as my mouth was becoming.

As much as I enjoying blowing him, I loved it just as much when Declan got on top of me. He knew what he had, and was very gentle; not slamming it in. I smiled up at him when he was comfortably in. "Declan, I've done this before. Give it to me good." I started moving my ass and hips faster and faster. Declan joined me.

It was the best fuck. Making it even better was that Declan whispered in my ear. Whispered in my ear about how beautiful my tits were; whispered in my ear about how good I sucked his cock; whispered in my ear in that wonderful accent that drenched my pussy.

Then it got better: "Mo, I'd be so pleased if you let me get a taste of your delightful pussy." He whispered in that delightful accent.

If my pussy was drenched before, it was gushing now. "Not now Declan, keep fucking me. Keep giving my pussy that big cock."

"You mean my majestic shillelagh," he laughed.

"Yes, oh yes. Keep fucking me. Fuck me with Mr. Flaherty's majestic shillelagh."

Usually, when I met a guy that I wanted to fuck, I'd follow him to his home or apartment. That way I could leave if he was lousy in bed or didn't treat me right. It was a little more difficult and awkward to ask a guy to leave my condo.

The only time I waivered from that was when the guy lived at home or lived too far away.

I'd invited Declan to follow me home. When we finished, I wrapped my legs around his back, "I'd love you to stay the night. I'm going to want more . . ."

"More of my majestic shillelagh? And don't forget I'd still love to taste your pussy." He smiled down at me.

"It's all yours, but first thing in the morning, I'm going to take a shower." I snuggled against him and we fell asleep.

I didn't take a shower in the morning. I woke up in the middle of the night while Declan slept. It wasn't unusual for guys to fall asleep after we had a workout. I wasn't disappointed.

When I woke up, I quietly slipped into the bathroom, closed the door and took a shower. If in fact, Declan wanted to eat me, I wanted my bare pussy to be inviting: fresh and clean; not all yucky from our combined juices.

To my surprise when I came out of the bathroom, Declan was sitting up in bed and the lights were on. "Mo, you look even more beautiful now."

I blushed.

Not that men hadn't seen me naked before, it was just that it was unexpected. The fact that I'd fucked and sucked his cock earlier didn't cross my mind.

I quickly joined him under the covers. We started kissing; we started kissing using our tongues. His hands played with my tits. "They're beautiful, you know," he mumbled.

My hands went to his cock. I could feel it getting harder and harder. "Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm," I smiled with my tongue in his mouth.

"Mo," he said, taking his tongue out of my mouth, "I promised you that I'd eat your pussy. It'd be bad form for me to renege on a promise like that."

He went down on me.

The blankets came off and there I was spread eagle, naked with Declan between my legs. My embarrassment didn't last long. His tongue started and he mumbled how beautiful my bare pussy was and just a few minutes later, "Mo, you have the most delicious pussy."

My brain was screaming, ‘keep eating me.' My brain was screaming. ‘tell me again how delicious my pussy is' in your beautiful accent. Could it get any better?

It wasn't too long after my first orgasm that my brain was screaming ‘fuck me, fuck me, please.'

He stayed all weekend. There was lots of fucking; my pussy just couldn't get enough of his cock.

To my everlasting joy Declan's tongue couldn't get enough of my pussy.

Over the next several months we saw each other all the time; kind of like I did with Dr. Karl Roman. I made it my mission to deep throat that cock. Four months later, I discovered that his majestic shillelagh fit perfectly in my mouth; all of it.

Two months later, I asked Declan Flaherty to move into my condo. It made sense. Like my father, he was an investment counselor. He always dressed impeccably; drove a BMW. He was living in a small rental. "Mo, I'm looking for just the right home. I think this is the town for me."

On weekends, I helped him look for a house or condo. That is until I invited him to share my condo. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." It helped that he'd just given me the fucking of my life and as a prelude his tongue made my pussy gush.

It was the right decision. The fucking, sucking, pussy eating got better and better. Declan made sure my pussy and mouth got everything they needed, whenever I needed it. In my late twenties I needed it all the time.

It was the wrong decision. The worse decision.

Since my father died, I'd left all the money he'd left me in the stocks, bonds, mutual funds that he'd set up. And why not? They were doing well; dad knew what he was doing. Every month there were dividend direct deposits into my checking account. I rarely checked how those investments were doing.

One day over coffee at the kitchen table, I asked Declan to take a look.

He did. "Mo, your father was a genius. You're pretty much set, but for one thing."

"What's that?"

"The market has changed. There are some tweaks you can make that will ensure an even brighter future."

As a reminder, dad had left me 30 million dollars. I was getting a solid 5% return, much of it non-taxable.

"I don't see why you shouldn't be getting an 8 or 9 percent return."

I'm not greedy. I was happy with my life: my financial freedom, my job at the department and especially my love life. "Declan, let's talk about it later. Right now, I'd love for you to tell me how much you love the taste of my pussy."

As always, Declan's tongue was a marvel. It had me begging to get fucked. This morning, the eating and fucking seemed even better. I was in the mood to be on top. "Mo, they're the most perfect tits. Thank you for letting me play with them. The most perfect tits I've ever seen."

I bounced faster and faster. What woman could have resisted his majestic cock and his oh so talented tongue? Not me. My pussy gushed.

There was more eating and fucking Saturday night, and Sunday morning I gave Declan, if I do say so myself, a world class blowjob. After the way he'd fucked and eaten me, I was hungry to please his cock. I mean Mr. Flaherty's majestic shillelagh. If I haven't mentioned it, I'd become proficient at taking it all; right down to his ball sack. Even after all the fucking yesterday, this morning Declan gave me a nice big tasty load of his man cream.

Monday evening, I opened my laptop and showed Declan my investments again. "I need you to make adjustments in these, so I get a better return."

"I can, if you're sure. I'll bring the information to my office tomorrow and suggest some alternatives."

Tuesday night, Declan showed me the changes he'd recommend. Nothing seemed too drastic. My investments as they had been with my dad were in solid companies. "Go ahead. I'm comfortable with your suggestions."

I thanked him. Actually, it was like this. Declan thanked me: "Mo, thank you for the pleasure of eating your delicious pussy."

I giggled, "you can thank me again by putting that majestic shillelagh inside my, what did you call it? Delicious pussy."

The next few months were amazing. Declan, like Dr. Roman, wined me, dined me, ate me, fucked me; allowed me to suck his cock whenever I was in the mood. I was in the mood a lot.

It was marvelous and then just like that, he disappeared. I'd become infatuated with his big cock. Every night when I got home from work, I wanted it. Every morning before I went to work, I wanted it.

To my everlasting joy, Declan wanted my pussy as much as I wanted his cock. He wanted to eat my pussy all the time. Could a girl ask for more?

When I had my period, I was in Declan's words, his "hungry little cocksucker." I liked that. In fact, a day or so before my period started, I'd whisper in his ear while we were fucking, "you know, over the next week I'm going to be your hungry little cocksucker."

He just smiled down at me.

No good-bye, no warning. Just one day his clothes were gone. Using my contacts in the local and state police departments, I searched for him. Nothing.

On the first of the month, it dawned on me. I'd been scammed. Those dividend direct deposits didn't show up in my checking account. I logged into my investments on-line. There were lots and lots of zeros; and only zeros. My accounts were empty. All of them. Somewhere over 30 million dollars gone.

The department brought in the FBI. I mean I was one of their own. There was no record in their files, national, even internationally of a Declan Flaherty.

You would think after months and months in my home, there'd be some finger prints. The feds found nothing. I mean, I was sure Declan's prints were all over my tits, but I couldn't . . . How embarrassing. Even worse, I was certain that they'd find the remnants of a DNA sample in my pussy and mouth. They'd never get that either; even for 30 million dollars.

I'm only half serious. No, there wouldn't be any finger prints on my titties, and any DNA in my pussy or my mouth was long gone. Gone just like all my investments.

While the state police and FBI did their work, I showed up at headquarters every day; putting on a good front.

TO BE CONTINUED

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