Another Woman's Eyes - Part 5

Mercedes blinked hard, still rattled by the new lenses. A whore had sold her those eyes and the change was brutal; her gaze flicked everywhere without warning. Balls. She loved them. Heavy, slack in the palm, skin stretched taut and warm. Until the new sight twisted everything into white fire and her stomach dropped. The hooker had smelled like smoke and powdered sugar, black hair falling across one eye as she’d arched above Mercedes. “Look at me,” she’d said. Fingers guided Mercedes’ hand until her thumb pressed just behind a slick, swollen clit. Heat pulsed against her tongue, salt and honey. The same hands tugged her down and put her mouth around two tight balls, pulling the skin gently between her teeth until the whole weight swung free. Mercedes moaned without meaning to, spit dripping, the slap of skin on skin loud in the small room. Sweat stung her eyes and her mouth came away shiny, lips brushing the seam running back between clenched cheeks. The hooker laughed and fed her two fingers slick with her own spit, stretching her while the balls slapped her chin in lazy rhythm. The memory shorted out with a bright spark behind Mercedes’ lids. Reality blinked back in sharp focus, yet her pulse stayed tripped on the after-image of that open mouth, that same tremor riding her spine.