Lenarte Artesanato

Body Heat

admin — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 01:06:01 +0000

It was a little after mid-night when Ray Pulled his truck load of cotton bales onto the Long Beach pier. Katherine woke up, as he slowly pulled up to his assigned spot and set the brakes. The cargo ship was lit up like a Christmas tree. There were men scurrying around doing their job, like mice in a feeding frenzy. A husky sailor greeted them at the bottom of the gang plank. He welcomed them aboard. In all his years of delivering to this ship yard, it was the first time Ray had been invited on ship. They were taken to the Captain’s mess, where they were greeted by Captain Clyde White. He invited them to a late dinner. He explained that the boat was under going some repairs but they would try to get the trucks unloaded on time.
After a dinner of steak and shrimp he gave them a tour of the ship and invited them to sleep on board that night. Katherine thought it would be fun to sleep there, so Ray agreed. As the first mate showed them to their quarters, Katherine began rubbing Rays rising mast with her hand. “Is there anywhere she won’t fuck?,” he thought as they entered the small room. As soon as the door shut, Katherine kissed him hard and deep. She was tearing at his clothes like a wild woman.
As his Jeans hit the floor Katherine wrapped her soft lips around his raging hard-on. Ray let out a soft moan as she gingerly sucked his pole and cupped his balls in her free hand. She ran her tongue the full length of his hot iron taking time to lick the pre-cum from the tip with every stroke. She gradually increased her pressure and speed. She knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Ray let out a growling moan as she let his cock fall from her lips. She began stroking his love juices on her firm tits. As his orgasm subsided he looked down at Katherine and gave her a wicked smile. Katherine began backing up on her knees. She knew a pay back was coming.
Ray reached down and swiftly grabbed her leg causing her to fall backwards on the carpet. He separated her from her clothes rather quickly, tossing them in the corner. Then he pushed her on her back and pinned her down with one hand. Katherine like the rough play she was already having small orgasms by the time Ray licked her snatch. He ran his tongue the length of her pussy taking in the taste of her free flowing juices. He reached under her and squeezed her tight ass cheeks.
She just about lost all control of herself. She slowly calmed down, as he slid his finger in her eager slit, working it like a pro. “That tongue is a God send,” she thought as he licked at her clit. She screamed out as one orgasm after another rose and fell. She begged Ray to stop but he ignored her. He liked having his faced washed by her hot sticky cream. Finally, when Katherine was completely exhausted and having dry orgasms he stopped.”Teach you to take advantage of me”, he laughed.
When she regained her composure, he helped her up and they went to shower. As the tired Katherine stood under the steaming water Ray lathered up a washed cloth and began washing her. Ever so gently he washed every part of her sensitive skin. She felt electrified by the time he got to her crotch. She reached around and began stroking him lightly, as his member grew in size. She never said a word. She just bent over and guided his rod to her waiting pussy.
Ray was shocked. He thought she had enough but he was ready and she was willing. He pumped her slowly knowing she had to be sensitive after the tongue lashing she just received. It felt like she was being poked with a hot iron every time he hit bottom. She met every thrust with a gentle push. Not wanting to let Ray think he won this time. The feel of the hot water and a steaming cunt soon took its toll on the husky driver. He let out a long, low moan as he shot his load deep in the eager canal of his lover. Now totally exhausted, they climbed in bed a little after 4 a.m.
They were awakened by a knock at the door a little after 6:30, by the ships cook. “Breakfast.” he announced, as the sleepy Ray opened the door. “The captain thought you would like room service.” he smiled . He set a large platter of eggs and bacon on the table with a pot of coffee. Then he headed back to the galley. Ray poured them some coffee and woke Katherine. She just looked at him and said, “dessert first.”
Ray pulled off the robe he was wearing and climbed back into bed. Katherine wouldn’t let him tease her sensitive pussy. “Just fuck me.” she whispered. Then he guided his member into her tender tunnel. As he began pumping that love hole, she wrapped her long legs around his back. She pulled herself up to meet his thrusts. He was on the edge of cumming, when she pulled away from him, then rolled over. He could see the love juices streaming out of her and couldn’t resist a taste. He eagerly lapped at the hot juice then proceeded to fuck her hard. Katherine backed her ass against him, to meet every thrust. She began spraying his balls and legs as she started orgasming. Ray couldn’t hold back anymore and returned the favor spraying her insides with one shot after another of hot cum. When they finished Katherine gave him a tongue bath savoring the taste of their juices.
After catching his breath, Ray noticed the that it was getting late. So they quickly ate breakfast and got dressed. On the way off the ship they saw the captain and thanked him for a wonderful visit. The truck was already unloaded by the time they climbed in. “I’m glad it’s Saturday”, Katherine exclaimed. “We need some time for a little fun.” Ray could only chuckle as he drove off the pier and headed for the beach. While he drove, Katherine slipped into the sleeper to change clothes. When she moved back into her seat, she was wearing a bikini that did not leave much to the imagination. Her full breasts were barely covered by a skimpy black top, with a leopard skin string, that was tied around her neck. Her hard nipples pressed against the flimsy fabric. The bottom, was a leopard skin thong. She was nearly naked. “Aren’t you worried about tan lines?” he asked her. She smiled, then said, “No, I won’t be wearing this for long.” Ray knew what she had in mind, as he headed for a secluded beach, that he had heard about.
The view was breath taking, as they approached it. There was a light house, high up on a cliff, above the beach. “I have always wanted to go inside a light house.” Katherine said. “Maybe, we will check it out later.” Ray said, as ideas began forming in his head. He parked the truck, then changed into shorts. He watched Katherine brushing her long golden hair, as he dressed. He was so tempted to grab her, and throw her on the bed, so he could devour her again. She grabbed her portable radio and towel, then opened the truck door. Her breasts bounced, as she jumped out of the rig and shut the door. Ray got a blanket and quickly followed her.
He kept his eyes glued to her nearly, bare ass, as she made her way down to the beach. He wanted to rip that thong off of her. It didn’t help matters any, which she stopped half way across the sand, and bent over to spread out her towel. He could see her smooth lips, split by the string of her bikini. He walked up behind her, and slowly slid his finger into her wetness. She jumped and tried to pull away. Ray grabbed her ass, holding her still. She squirmed as his fingers probed her juicy folds. She managed to break away from him after a few minutes of torturous teasing. Then she started running toward the water. She glanced back at him, and laughed.
Ray, started jogging after her. He caught her easily. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her, as he wrestled her to the ground. Katherine managed to squirm her way out from under him, and roll him onto his back. She straddled his hips and began tickling his ears with her tongue. Her breasts pressed firmly against his body as she worked her way down toward his pole. She had to keep brushing the sand off his skin, so she wouldn’t get it in her mouth. His cock, was so hard, by the time that she reached it, that the tip was poking out the top of his shorts. She scooted around, so that she was almost in a sixty-nine position with him. She made sure to keep her pussy out of his mouth’s reach. Then she greedily sucked his staff into her mouth. She took it in and out of her mouth, so fast that Ray felt dizzy. She was always wilder when they fucked outside. Ray lay there, enjoying her hot, wet mouth as he watched her hand. . She slid her fingertips under the thong. He wanted to taste her hot snatch, but she kept pulling away, keeping it out of the reach of his mouth. Katherine loved to tease him, like that. To see how long he could control himself. He had never made it longer than five minutes. She started sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, in rhythm with her mouth. She sucked his cock harder and faster, as she finger fucked herself into a frenzy. Ray felt as if his blood was beginning to boil. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her toward his mouth. He roughly pushed her hand aside and buried his face in her slit. She squealed as he began nibbling her clit.
Katherine sucked his rod in deeper, as he worked her over with his mouth. She increased her suction as she took him in and out. She went faster and harder, sucking from the tip to the base. His cock head repeatedly slammed into the back of her throat, making it go numb, but she didn’t care. She was so hungry for his cum, that she rammed her mouth down deeper. She wanted to feel that hot explosion of his cream inside her throat. It always made her so hot, when he burst into her mouth.
Ray alternated his fingers and tongue between her clit and hotbox which was driving Katherine to a frenzy. The more pleasure his mouth gave her, the harder she seemed to suck. She had been addicted to sucking his cock, since the night they had met. She never seemed to get enough. The more she got, the more she wanted. Which was fine with Ray. He enjoyed her just as much. He nibbled her clit again, getting the response he wanted, as she sucked faster. The intensity of the sixty-nine was building. They were both having trouble concentrating now. Katherine kept pausing to moan as his tongue swirled around her juicy slit. Then she would begin sucking again, which made Ray groan and try to hold his load of cum in, until she was ready to explode. He slid his tongue into her pussy, the muscle were contracting around his tongue. She rocked against his face. He knew she was ready. He thrust his shaft deep into her mouth, muffling her cries of passion as she sprayed her nectar into his mouth. He groaned and slurped up her liquid as his pole ruptured. He had so much cum, that it filled her throat and mouth then trickled out onto her face. She swallowed as fast as she could. She sucked his shaft a few more strokes, milking every drop out of him, before she rolled off of him, onto her back. She lay in the sand, gasping for breath.
Katherine sat up and looked at the ocean. It looked so inviting. She stripped off her bikini, then walked to the water. The cool waves splashed against her legs as she waded. Ray watched her jump slightly when she got deep enough, that the cold water soaked her tender pussy. She stopped walking, when the water reached her rib cage. She relaxed and lay back, floating, and letting the small waves push her back toward the beach. Ray’s cock hardened again, as he looked at her nipples poking straight up in the air. Her body rose up and down, with the movement of the water. He waited until she had been washed up on the beach, then he stood up and gathered their stuff. He said, “Come on, baby. Let’s go see the lighthouse.” Katherine hurriedly put her bikini back on, then wrapped up in a towel. She was covered in goose bumps. They walked back to the truck, to drive up to the light house, because the cliff was to steep to climb up. Ray wasn’t surprised when Katherine went into the sleeper to put more clothes on. He knew that he water would be nippy this time of day. When they pulled up to the lighthouse, it looked deserted. This seemed to intrigue Katherine. She thoroughly investigated the small living quarters, located at the bottom of the light house. Then she started climbing the stairs very slowly. She seemed lost in thought. Ray wondered what she had in mind. Katherine gasped when she finally reached the top of the lighthouse. The view was breath taking. She opened the door, and stepped out onto the small balcony. The wind whipped thru her hair, soothing her like a massage. Ray stepped out the door and stood next to her. He saw the twinkle in her eyes and got an idea. He said, “I need to go get something out of the truck. Be back in a few minutes. He left her standing there, taking in the awesome view of the ocean as he went back downstairs. He used his cellular phone to call a friend of his that lived nearby. He asked them to find out who owned the lighthouse. He knew Katherine’s birthday was coming up soon. He wanted to surprise her with a special present.
Suddenly he started feeling frisky, so he slid out of his clothes, then started back up the stairs. Katherine smiled when he stepped back outside and stood there fully naked. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside, then led her down the stairs. He stopped near the bottom. Then started kissing her. He gently pushed her back, until she was sitting on the steps. Then he started undressing her. After he removed all her clothing, he parted her legs with his hands, then began planting kisses and licks on her thighs. She shivered as his stubbly chin, grazed her soft skin.
His mouth worked toward her hot slit, very slowly. She leaned back, and pressed herself toward his lips but he kept his distance. He could see her juices, as she got wetter. He kept teasing her, to see how long she could take the torment. Finally, she had enough and grabbed his head, pushing his face into her wet center. He unleashed his wild tongue on her, instantly, eating like a starving person at an all you can eat buffet. She tasted a bit saltier than usual, from her dip in the ocean. He swirled his tongue around her clit, flicking it against her. He even started writing the ABC’s with the tip. She cried out in pleasure as he slowly worked his way thru the alphabet, first front wards, then back wards. When she started quivering and getting close to cumming, he stopped. She begged him to continue but he shook his head. “Turn over onto your knees.” he said. She maneuvered herself onto all fours, on the stairs. Ray moved closer to her, holding onto the stair railing to keep his balance. He grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. Then he slid his big pole into her wet slit. He rammed it into her tight cunt, with one long thrust. She squealed in delight, as his muscle filled every bit of her crevice. Ray slammed his cock in and out of her. He went fast and hard, going deeper with each stroke. Katherine’s cries of pleasure echoed thru the lighthouse as he fucked her hard. His balls slapped at her tender clit, as they tightened up. He could feel her squeeze her pussy muscles against his staff. He thrust harder, bringing them both to an explosive orgasm. He shot several loads of cream deep inside her, as her hot liquid gushed out onto his balls. He enjoyed the sensation of her cum pouring over his skin. He pulled out of her, then stood up. Katherine slowly slid down the stairs, pulling her clothes with her. She collapsed on the floor in the small kitchen area.
Ray finished putting his clothes back on, just as his phone rang. He stepped outside to answer it. It was his friend, calling about the lighthouse. He told him, that the county owned it and had plans on auctioning the property off because there was a newer lighthouse a few miles up the road, that was used to help guide ships. After Ray got done talking on the phone, he told Katherine that he needed to go into town. She put her clothes back on, then headed for the truck. Ray told her, that he wanted to get a motel room for the night. She looked at him suspiciously, then nodded her head. She had been on the road with him many times before and they had only stayed in a motel a couple times. After they checked into the motel, Katherine decided to take a shower. She hoped Ray would join her, but he just sat on the bed, staring at the tv, while she stripped off her clothes.
He waited until he heard the shower water running for a few minutes, then he picked up the phone. He called the phone number, his friend had given him, so he could find out when the auction for the light house was going to be. He was in luck. It was going to be that evening. He hurriedly scribbled a note to Katherine, telling her that he had gone to the store to get a bite to eat.
When she gave up on him joining her in the shower, she shut the water off, then slid a long t-shirt on. She frowned, as she walked into the room. She wondered where he had gone. After reading his note, she laid down on the bed and went to sleep. When she woke up three hours later, Ray was just walking thru the door. He had a huge smile on his face. He said, “Get dressed. I have a surprise for you.” She said, “Where are we going?” He shook his head, then proceeded to blind fold her. Katherine started wondering, if he wanted to do something kinky.
He guided her to the rig and helped her climb in. Then he got in and pulled the door shut. After a few minutes of silence, Katherine said, “The suspense is killing me. Tell me where we are going.” Ray laughed and said, “Be patient. You will know soon enough.” He finally stopped the truck after about 20 minutes of driving. Ray waited for her to climb out of the rig. Then he walked behind her with his hands on her shoulders. She knew they were near the ocean. She could smell it. Plus she could hear seagulls.
After walking for a few minutes, Ray said, “Wait here for a minute. No peeking.” She laughed and stood still. She heard a door opening a few feet away from her. She could see the slight glow of a light thru the bandana he had tied over her eyes. Ray said, “Ok, walk slowly toward me.” She timidly stepped toward him until she felt his hand on her arm. Then he told her to go up two steps. Then he pulled the bandana off of her face. He was standing in front of her naked, inside the lighthouse. The room didn’t look the same as it had earlier that day. Now there was a blanket spread on the floor, with a picnic basket on it, a bottle of wine, a burning candle and a big yellow envelope. Ray said, “Before you can join me at my picnic, you must be naked.” She stepped out of her short, and panties. Then pulled her t-shirt off. Ray began unpacking the food. He pulled, two sandwiches, grapes, and whipped cream out of the basket. Then he poured each of them a glass of wine. “I hope the owner of this light house doesn’t mind us being here.” Katherine said. Ray grinned and handed her the yellow envelope. “Open it.” he said. He watched her face as she opened it, then pulled the papers out and read them. The stunned look on her face, made Ray smile. He said, “I bought the lighthouse for us to visit when we are on the west coast. Happy early Birthday.” She put the papers down, then pulled him close to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then kissed him deeply as she climbed into his lap.
Ray responded by pressing his hard pole upward. The tip slid easily into her slit. She pushed herself down onto his long shaft, very slowly. She enjoyed the sensation of her cunt being filled by his big muscle. She began gliding up and down his cock, gradually going faster. Ray ground his hips against her, pushing himself in deeper with each thrust. He let her do most of the work, so that she would cum first. She rode him harder and faster, crying out in pleasure as an orgasm hit her. Her sweet juices flowed out onto Ray’s rod. Then he lifted her off of him and laid her back on the blanket. He grabbed the can of whipped cream and sprayed it into her wet folds.

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 21:07:48 +0000

Pet In Heat

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 17:06:21 +0000

She sat at her desk in her home office with her glasses perched on her nose as she thoughtfully studied the screen of her laptop. Her fingers were linked together and resting under her chin, except her index fingers which were pressed to her lips. Her brow was crinkled and she released a frustrated sigh, picking up her pen and jotting some notes on the paper at her side. “Fucking Tom Jackson,” Rose grumbled under her breath, slamming the pen down. She took off her glasses, laid them on the keyboard, and rubbed her temple between her fingers.
Something soft brushed against her leg and she put her hand down, combing her fingers through the hair of her pet. She lowered her hazel eyes, forcing a smile on her lips. The woman at her feet was naked save the fine leather collar around her neck. A gold tag lay against her breast bone. Allie was rubbing her cheek back and forth against Rose’s thigh, either offering comfort or begging for attention. Rose rested her hand against Allie’s cheek, allowing herself to feel a little guilty. She knew she’d been neglecting her pet lately, but things at the office had been hectic. She’d been preparing for the case that she would present tomorrow for six weeks. Tom Jackson was nipping at her heels for the promotion that was being dangled before both of them. She knew she was the more talented lawyer and the more qualified candidate, but she couldn’t compete with the good ole boy network. She had to do more than make a good showing tomorrow. She had to win.
Her fingers slid under Allie’s chin, a loving caress. Allie lifted her chin and almost purred. Rose smile softened more, becoming more genuine. Allie really had a beautiful body. Her skin was tan all over thanks to the pool and fence in their backyard. She had long blonde that flared wildly in loose kinky curls around her round face. Her green eyes had been the first thing that Rose had noticed.
The second thing, Rose amended, her smile slipping somewhat as she remembered the first time she had seen Allie. She didn’t allow herself to dwell, though. Allie was pushing into her caress, obviously wanting more. Rose smile grew warmer as her hand left Allie’s face and made its way to the pert small breast, massaging the firm globe lightly, the nipple resting in the center of her palm. Allie smiled, arching her back and pressing her apple into Rose’s hand. “Has my baby been feeling neglected?” Rose cooed, now making circles around Allie’s breasts, working her way up the orb without touching the straining nipple. “Have I not been giving you enough attention?”
Rose’s eyes continued down Allie’s lithe body. Allie swam daily during the summer. Rose made it a point to spoil her pet, and Allie got any possession she wanted. They had converted the basement into a workout room and Allie enjoyed the room while Rose was at work. Rose often enjoyed watching Allie work out. Allie would use the equipment, and then Rose would use Allie. Rose’s smile returned at the thought. Rose loved Allie’s muscular body. She was the perfect pet. Her waist was trim and her pussy smooth.
Rose turned in her big leather chair and patted her lap in invitation. Allie’s eyes sparkled in happiness as she climbed onto Rose’s lap. She curled close, laying her cheek on Rose’s shoulder. Rose curled her left arm around Allie and turned back to her computer, studying the freshly loaded screen. She made new notes on the legal pad at her side, adjusting Allie on her lap. Allie lightly kissed Rose’s cheek, her lips trailing lightly along her jaw bone and neck. Her hand sought and found Rose’s breast. Rose grinned. “I have been neglecting you, haven’t I? I’ve left my pet to fend for herself while I’ve been working late hours.”
Rose’s hand slipped to Allie’s thigh and slid upward slowly, moving her fingers to the inside and closer to the juncture of Allie’s legs. Automatically, Allie parted her legs. Rose chuckled softly, tilting her head to find Allie’s lips. Rose’s firm lips didn’t have to tease to get Allie to open for her. Allie’s lips parted, seeking her lover’s tongue. They kissed warmly as Rose’s fingers brushed Allie’s smooth mound. Allie moaned and automatically thrust her hips forward. Rose laughed again, the tip of her finger moving up and down the slit. “Please,” Allie whispered.
“Please what, baby?” Rose prompted, continuing her teasing caress.
“I want you to touch me,” Allie pleaded, pushing her hips again. Rose responded, pulling her fingers back. Allie whimpered and Rose grinned.
“Where do you want me to touch?” Rose demanded her voice gentle.
“Touch my pussy,” Allie begged.
“Who’s pussy?”
Allie whimpered again, pushing against Rose’s hand. “Your pussy. I’m your pussy. Touch me.”
Rose’s fingers danced over Allie’s mound, sliding along the slit, but not penetrating. She loved to watch Allie respond. Her pet was beautiful when she was horny. Her breasts became two darts and her face would flush. She would push against Rose in yearning, pushing the boundaries of their defined relationship. Their relationship had changed over time and Allie knew exactly how far she could go. After three years, she didn’t think Rose would ever turn her out, but she wasn’t willing to run that risk.
Rose’s finger finally slid between Allie’s yearning lips, not even having to search for Allie’s button. Her finger went straight to it. Allie opened herself wider and began rocking her hips. Rose held her finger steady, allowing Allie to do the work, shifting her eyes back to the computer screen. She read while Allie rode her hand, pushing herself toward climax.
When Rose pulled her hand away, Allie almost cried out, but she bit her lip. Rose sucked her finger into her mouth, smiling seductively at Allie as she tasted the result of her play. “I have work to do, baby,” Rose said simply. She turned the chair again and indicated with slight pressure that Allie should dismount. Allie’s lower lip extended, but she quietly slipped into the floor. She sat on her bottom instead of her knees, leaning against the leg of the desk, and pulled her thighs to her chest. She stayed within Rose’s reach, focusing pouting eyes on her mistress. Rose did not pay her any attention at first, making notes again. Occasionally, her hand would dip down to touch Allie’s hair, face, shoulder, knee, or breast. Allie tried not to respond but Rose’s touch was intoxicating. Soon, she was pressing against Rose again, begging for more attention.
Allie crawled between Rose’s legs and Rose parted them for her pet. Rose was just wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. Allie leaned up and sniffed Rose’s pussy, pleased to find that Rose was already a little wet. Allie growled low in her throat, a sound she knew gave Rose chills. She stretched forward, baring her teeth, and grabbed a mouthful of Rose’s panties. Rose groaned and dropped one of her hands to Allie’s head, sliding her hips to the edge of the chair. Allie gripped the material in her teeth, jerking and pulling as she continued her low growl. “Mmm,” Rose muttered. “Feisty little bitch today.”
Allie finally pulled Rose’s panties free. She held them in her mouth and her eyes grinned up at Rose. Rose took them and looked, seeing that Allie had torn the material. “That’s the fourth pair you’ve ruined in a month. You’re going to have to pay for them.”
“I intend to,” Allie answered, pushing her face between Rose’s thighs. She glided her tongue along Rose’s slit, tasting the sweetness and feeling the heat before pushing her tongue into the depths. She glided up to find Rose’s clit, rubbing against it. Her tongue moved up and down, licking and lapping at her lover’s red pussy.
Rose’s grandmother had taken one look at her only son’s newborn baby, seen her fine sheen of red hair, and declared that the child’s name must be Rose. Allie thought the name described her mistress perfectly. Rose’s hair was more auburn on top, but it was still fiery red between her legs. Allie loved the feel of the rough hairs brushing her face as much as Rose loved rubbing her pet’s smooth pussy. Her tongue teased Rose’s now swollen clit, enjoying the soft sound of Rose’s pleasure. She was already moaning, holding Allie’s head in place, her fingers twined in the thick curls.
Allie brought her fingers up and opened Rose farther, pushing her face in closer. She stiffened her tongue before plunging into Rose’s tight tunnel. Rose moaned louder and bucked up into Allie’s face, grinding harder. Allie’s finger probed, dipping deep as her tongue went back to Rose’s bud. She added a second finger and began moving quicker as she wrapped her lips around Rose’s clit and nursed.
“Oh, you bitch,” Rose groaned, bucking again with a violent lurch. She fisted her hand, tightening her hold on Allie’s hair and tugging. The tugging was not intentionally painful and Allie felt a rush between her legs. It fueled her desire to please Rose and her tongue began working faster, joining her fingers in their pumping motion.
Rose felt her climax building. Her hips were now lifting off the chair and she was no longer working at the computer. She held Allie’s head captive as she humped against her pet’s face. A string of curses spilled from her mouth but it made Allie hotter.
Rose screamed, jerking her body stiff. She flooded onto Allie, the spasms starting at the point of her pet’s tongue and spiraling outward. Rose was panting and riding the waves as Allie continued to lick. She brought her lover down, circling, easing her caress. Rose’s grip eased in Allie’s hair. Her stomach was rising and falling as she regained herself. Allie’s tongue was still busy, cleaning up her lover. Rose grinned in pleasure, massaging Allie’s scalp. “Good girl,” she muttered.
“I love you,” Allie responded. Rose smiled down, her unspoken love burning in her eyes. Allie rose up, straddling Rose’s shin. She put her hands on her floor and lowered herself, watching Rose as she settled herself down.
“You’re a wet bitch,” Rose growled, feeling Allie’s damp heat on the bare skin of her leg. She went back to work as Allie slowly started humping against her leg. Rose felt Allie’s lips part around her strong leg as Allie’s clit sought Rose’s shin bone. Allie moaned as she rode up and down Rose’s leg, once again doing the work to bring herself off. She was closer now, wetter after her meal and it didn’t take her long to begin the soft barking sound that had led her to being Rose’s bitch.
Allie had been submissive to Rose from the start. Rose had saved Allie from another relationship. Allie had been his sub, too. One night, Rose had sat across the room from them at a party. Her former master had belittled Allie all night and physically abused her. When he kicked Allie in the ribs with his boot, Rose had interfered. Allie could still remember Rose’s words. “Being dominant doesn’t mean being an ass. Being submissive does not mean being a rug. If I ever see you hit her again, I’ll have you arrested.”
Of course, he had been so angry when he left the party that he had put Allie in the hospital. Allie still did not know how Rose had found out, but he never came to see her in the hospital. She was unconscious for three days, and when the doctors had released her, Rose had driven the small woman to her house. All of Allie’s stuff was there.
Rose had not taken Allie to bed until six months later. The arrangement had not been meant to be paramagnet. Allie had not wanted to leave the strong woman’s protection. It was natural for Allie to sit at Rose’s feet in the evening. Eventually, heavy petting had led to a desire of more. Rose had carried Allie to her bed, used ribbon to secure her to the headboard and posts, and made agonizingly slow love to her.
When her master came to try to reclaim her, Rose quietly sat on the couch, allowing Allie to do the talking. Until that moment, Allie had not been aware of the strength that Rose had given her. Allie had told him where to go and Rose had not responded until he had raised his hand. She had calmly turned the page of her magazine and said, “If you hit my girl, I’ll have your balls cut off.” His face had turned red and he had struggled with words before Allie had slammed the door shut.
He had bothered her one other time. She was at the market for groceries and he had been waiting for her in the parking lot. She had gotten away and ran to Rose’s office. A week later, Allie had seen his picture in the paper along with a headline that he was missing. Rose placed the collar around her neck soon after, but the glistening gold dog tag was not added until a little later.
They had been making love every night for weeks when Rose had chuckled softly and told Allie that she sounded like a bitch in heat. Rose had then put Allie on her knees, rigged a strap on, and ridden Allie from behind.
The image had stuck for both of them. Allie had become a bitch, but it was in no way degrading. Rose had bought the dog tag for the collar and a leash, but she never humiliated Allie in front of others. Their friends knew that Rose owned Allie, but they also knew that Rose worshiped her pet. Rose doted on Allie. Allie didn’t have to lift a finger except to pleasure Rose. She cooked and cleaned and toned her body for her lover, but Rose had insisted she not work. She just had to look at something with longing and Rose bought it. Rose never hit her and never hurt her. Others might find their relationship wrong, but they didn’t understand the deep commitment that came with their roles. They couldn’t comprehend a love an owner had for a pet and the devotion a pet felt for her owner.
They also didn’t understand that if Allie wanted to leave, Rose would help her pack. It was clear to both of them that Allie held the real power.
Allie was getting close. Her body was moving rapidly, rubbing against her lover in fast strokes. The barking sound was getting louder. She was pushing herself harder, dragging her clit up and down Rose’s leg. Rose had stopped working again and was watching her pet. Allie had her head thrown back and was making little yelps that were becoming higher pitched as she pushed herself.
This time, she did scream in frustration when Ruse pulled her leg away. Her fingers almost went between her legs to finish the job, but a sharp look from Rose stopped her. Rose would never strike her, but she had other ways to punish. She would deny her. She would make Allie sleep beside the bed, or worse, in the big dog house in the exercise room.
Rose stood, crooked her finger, and left the room. Shakily, Allie followed, barely trusting her legs under her. She could feel herself throbbing. Her clit screamed as blood pumped to it. Rose was in the bedroom. She had removed her shirt. Allie grinned, going back to her knees. She loved to see Rose without a shirt. Rose’s breasts were large and heavy and she had huge areolas. She especially loved to suckle at them. When Rose was in the mood, she would let Allie lie at her breasts and love them for hours.
Tonight was not one of those nights. When Rose turned, she had fastened a harness and was adjusting a large thick dildo. She had lubricated it, but Allie knew the foreign substance wasn’t necessary. “My little bitch in heat is going to get the fucking she has been begging for tonight,” Rose growled, settling onto her own knees behind Allie. Allie moved to all fours, opening her legs. Rose also got on all fours, braced over Allie. She positioned the head of the latex dildo at Allie’s pussy and slid it in smoothly. Allie moaned in pleasure and spasmed. Rose began thrusting, gliding in and out. Her nipples brushed up and down Allie’s back. Allie became lost in the sensation as Rose reached underneath and began pulling one of her nipples.
Allie held off for as long as she could. She concentrated on everything but the sensations that Rose created until she could think of nothing but. The ridges scraped in and out and the slight curve touched her g spot. She was yelping louder now, focusing on Rose’s voice in her ear, listening for the magic word. All Rose had to do was give the command and Allie would explode, but she could not without permission.
“Cum bitch,” Rose growled, slapping harder, panting herself as the base slapping against her pushed her to the top again. Allie opened her mouth, threw her head back, and howled. Rose kept pushing, finishing herself and sending a second orgasm through Allie before the first ended. Rose eased out and bent to kiss Allie on the back, between her shoulders. “Good girl,” she repeated.
“Thank you,” Allie panted.
“I love you,” Rose promised. She stood and unsnapped the harness. She trailed her fingers lightly over Allie’s back. She picked up her t-shirt and slipped it on. “I’ve almost got everything finished and ready for tomorrow, baby. You go on to sleep. I’ll be in shortly.”
Rose left Allie to recover. Allie settled onto her bottom, still trying to catch her breath. When Rose was in the mood, she was incredible. It had been so long, Allie had almost forgotten why it made her weak in the knees. She had no problem being Rose’s bitch.
Rose was settled in her chair, one leg tucked under her, her glasses back on her eyes and a smile on her face. The work came easier now, and her thoughts were clearer. Perhaps she had needed Allie as much as Allie had wanted her.
It wasn’t long before she felt a gentle nudging at her leg again. She reached down and put a hand in her pet’s hair. Her pet leaned against her leg and closed her eyes.

A Casual Dinner

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 13:06:04 +0000

You must be of legal age to read this. Remember, always practice safe sex
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Dave rang the bell at Megan’s apartment 10 minutes early. They had been dating for three weeks but he found himself thinking about her all the time. They first night they had sex was a night he would never forget. She was an aggressive, multi-orgasmic lover with an insatiable appetite. The next morning left him wondering how he would be able to keep up with her.
Now he was standing outside her apartment. She had invited him over for a casual home-cooked dinner. She opened the door wearing spandex running shorts and an oversized Penguins hockey jersey. Dave never suspected such an outfit could be so sexy. His eyes traveled up and down her body.
Her face lit up when she saw the flowers in his hand. (It may have been a casual dinner but he still had class!) “They’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, “You shouldn’t have.”
Dave handed her the flowers. “It was the least I could do for the beautiful woman who is cooking me dinner. I am sorry I’m early but I just couldn’t wait to see you any longer.”
“That’s so sweet. Come on in and open the wine. Dinner is almost ready.”
Dave followed her into the apartment admiring her rear the whole way. He took a seat at the kitchen table while she finished getting dinner ready. Even the oversized shirt she wore could not hide her incredible body. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her body was strong, yet feminine. Her large breasts and sweet hips completed a picture of a woman most men could only dream of meeting. She placed dinner on the table as he was pouring the wine.
When she sat down he raised a glass and said, “To the most beautiful woman I know.”
She drank to his toast with a shy smile and they proceeded to eat dinner. The meal was excellent and filled with the small talk couples enjoy when a relationship is new. After the meal they went into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. For a long time neither said a word. Dave reached out to caress her cheek and gaze into her eyes. She reached back and removed the tie from her hair and Dave watched the mane of red cascade around her shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead very gently. She closed her eyes as he kissed his way down her nose and grazed her lips with his. Her arms reached out to pull him to her and she kissed him back.
The intensity of their kisses increased as Dave ran his fingers through her hair. Her left hand was behind his neck pulling him tightly to her while her right hand caressed his strong hard chest. Her lips parted and his tongue began to probe her mouth. He tasted the sweet wine on her as he slid his hands down her back.
Dave tenderly caressed her shoulder blades then the small of her back. His hands finally slid lower until they found the swells of her rear. He squeezed her firm ass cheeks and she moaned. She pushed her leg over his to straddle Dave’s thighs. His right hand came up to trace her collarbone and slowly descend outside her shirt between her breasts. He cupped her left breast and squeezed gently. She moaned again and began to writhe on his lap.
Dave slid his hands up her back under her shirt. She only stopped kissing him when her pulled her shirt up over her head. She was not wearing a bra and her large breasts were a mere inches from his face. Her long nipples erect and a thin sheen of perspiration in her cleavage. Dave was mesmerized. Every time he saw her body was like the first time. He leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his lips. She ran her fingers through his short black hair. After he sucked her right nipple for a time she guided his lips to her left breast where he proceeded to worry it the same way.
Megan reached down to Dave’s waist and pulled his shirt up to expose his strong chest. He reluctantly released her nipple as she pulled his shirt over his head. She kissed the hollow of his throat and licked her way down his chest. She lashed his nipples for a second and proceeded to slide down his body until she had the button on his khakis between her teeth. With a pull the button gave way and his zipper began to open. She pulled his pants open enough to expose his had cock still contained by his briefs. She kissed his cock through the thin material until it became wet with her saliva and his pre cum. She pulled his pants and briefs off his body and Dave’s cock was finally out in the open. The air felt cool on his moist tool until she knelt between his legs and took him into her mouth. She immediately took his entire cock into her mouth. Dave felt her throat constrict around the tip. She pulled back to the tip. She put her teeth behind the glans and gave the gentlest of pulls until only her lips remained on the tip. Dave leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was sure no other blowjob would ever compare to the one she was giving him now.
She proceeded to deep throat him again. Her right hand surrounded his balls while her left hand went inside her shorts to caress her own pussy. As she fingered her clit she moaned into his cock. Dave could feel the cum begin to rise from deep within him. He placed his hands in her hair and started to slide his tool in and out of her mouth. His cock gave a flex and the first shot of cum went deep in her mouth. She swallowed it and the four more that followed it. Not a single drop escaped.
When Dave came down from the incredible blowjob Megan still had his somewhat deflated cock in her mouth. She remained very still for another minute then looked directly into Dave’s eyes and began to move her tongue on the underside of his meat. Dave could not believe he was becoming hard this quickly. Megan proceeded to suck until he was almost hard once again. She then slid her hand between his ass cheeks and gave a gentle push against his anus never quite penetrating the ring. Dave had never experienced anything like it before and was immediately rigid again.
Megan stood up and turned around. Bending from the waist she pushed her tight shorts down her legs revealing the tiny red thong underneath. Before she could remove her panties Dave pulled her back onto his lap with her back facing him and his cock sticking up between her legs. She reached down to his cock and proceeded to jack him gently. Not enough to bring him to orgasm but enough to keep him hard while he went to work on her. He kissed the nape of her neck and put his arms around her. His left hand began to gently work her nipples while his right caressed its way down her flat stomach beneath her panties and through her space pubic hair. He ran his fingers through the fine red hair for a moment and then pushed them between her pussy lips. She spread her legs wide to allow his hand access. He gently ploughed his fingers between her lips, not enough to penetrate but enough to let her know more was to come. He pulled back to her clit and began to work it between his index and middle fingers. She moaned and leaned back against him. Her pushed down and inserted two fingers into her. She was soaking wet and moaned loudly at the intrusion. He began to move his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. He rhand had stopped moving as she forgot about the handjob she had been performing, consumed by the pleasure he gave her.
She spoke the first words since they first kissed. “Oh Dave, I think I’m gonna come on your fingers.” She said softly.
“Let yourself go babe. We have all night to do it again.” He pushed into he pussy more insistently now and she began to rise and fall on his hand. He pulled back to her clit and she cried, “I’m cumming!” Her thighs clamped around his hand as orgasm ripped through her body. She collapsed on him breathing heavily through closed eyes.
Dave picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the queen-sized bed and pulled her panties off her. She spread her legs wantonly and said, “I need to feel you in me now.”
“Not quite yet sweetheart.” Dave settled between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. He kissed and licked all around her cleft before placing his lips on her pussy. She ran her hands through his hair as he inserted his tongue deep between her lips. He moved up to her clit and sucked on it until her abs began to tighten and her breathing increased. He knew she was ready to cum and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her in one long motion. Dave stayed deep in her for a second and gave his cock a flex before pulling out. He picked up an easy rhythm of long strokes until she began to moan. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock and he gave short rapid strokes as she rode through her orgasm.
“Oh Dave. If you can do that all the time I’m never going to let you out of here.”
“Anything for the cause.” He smiled. “You ready for another go?”
“Yes,” she beamed, “it’s your turn.”
Dave began to slide in and out of her tight pussy again. Megan wrapped her legs around his ass pulling her hips up to allow him the deepest penetration. Her hands went up and down his back and whispered in his ear. “You feel so good in me. I love the way your cock fills my hot little pussy.” She knew he wouldn’t last long with this barrage of dirty talk. “Fuck me Dave. I want to feel you come in me. Please shoot it deep in me.”
Dave felt his nuts tighten and he pushed all the way in her slit. She swore she could actually feel the first spurt splash the inside of her pussy. He came again and again until he thought he could not come anymore. He collapsed on top of her and they proceeded to kiss each other tenderly.
He fell asleep in her arms. They were both content. At least until morning when they would start over again.

Jason’s Story Ch. 12

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:06:36 +0000

Hello all,
I’ve been busy typing away because the story is flowing at this point. The timeframe I’ve set up allows for longer chapters. I really appreciate all of the compliments and I hope you enjoy this latest installment. Don’t forget to comment and vote!
Kitty

One month later
Jason was falling into a comfortable, albeit lonely routine. He was working 50 to 60 hours a week ensuring that he had little free time for his mind to be consumed by her. He hadn’t seen her in two months, yet she occupied his thoughts constantly. Kane and Bria had come to visit and having her in his apartment made his heart ache for Nigha; so he kept his distance.
He was so jealous of Kane. Kane who had never fallen in love before was totally gone when it came to Bria, and he could have her. His brother had found his dream girl through the tragedy that was to be Jason and his. Although he was happy for Kane, he couldn’t quell his feelings of resentment, and he knew it would be a long time before the mere sight of Kane and Bria being so perfect together didn’t make him nauseous.
He wanted to keep Kane from being a spy so he never asked him how Nigha was doing. It still worried him about her mystery illness, although Bria had been kind enough to take him aside to let him know that they’d isolated the cause for her condition and she was feeling much better. He and Clyde still kept in touch through emails and infrequent phone calls. Clyde had told him that Nigha was wasting away, was still visibly ill, and had cut her beautiful hair.
Jason wanted nothing more than to come and “visit” Kane and “accidentally” bump into Nigha while he was in town just to see for himself that she was alright, but let his better judgment win out and decided to keep working. Work was his release and distraction.
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Nigha was struggling in the early months of her pregnancy. Instead of gaining weight, she was so consumed with morning sickness that she’d lost another fifteen pounds. Her iron levels had returned to normal, but her recent weight loss had her looking nearly anorexic at 5 foot 7 and 115 pounds.
Max, her OB was really concerned about her health as well as the twins if she didn’t start putting on some weight soon. Nigha was worried about the same thing, but found it nearly impossible to keep anything down. She looked thin and frail and the thought of being huge seemed more and more appealing.
Bria told her that Jason was alright, although she saw very little of him when she and Kane visited. She also told Nigha that she’d told Jason that everything was going to be alright in the hopes that he wouldn’t worry too much. Nigha could tell that she was leaving something out, so against her better judgment, she asked.
“How did he seem?”
“In a word; lost. Kane is so worried about him. He’s barely spoken with his parents in the few months he’s been gone so the whole family’s worried about him.”
“How did he look when you told him that I was alright?”
“Like he didn’t totally believe me, or want to spend more than two seconds alone with me. I feel so bad for him girl, but this is the mess that he got both of you in. I’m sure it’s just gonna take some time. Don’t worry about him; you need to worry about yourself. Are you going to be okay?”
“God I hope so. I’m two months pregnant with twins; I should be getting fatter by now. I know everyone at work thinks I’m anorexic or something.”
“Have you told anyone yet?”
“No. It’s nobody’s business, but I am tired of constantly reassuring them that I’m fine. My boss is constantly finding excuses to come by my office to see how I’m doing. He’s so sweet, but he’s starting to annoy the hell out of me” she said with a laugh.
“Girl, you know you probably should go ahead and tell your boss. He might have some suggestions on how to handle the situation at work.”
“Who are you all of a sudden? I was expecting my smart-ass, wise-cracking sister and got the voice of reason.”
“Nigh, you look a mess and you’re already going through hell. I’m the first to admit that I’m a jackass, but this jackass loves her sister to pieces so I’m trying to be a good sister. But trust; as soon as you start to get those huge boobs and fat ass, I will be crackin’ on you left and right” she said with a laugh as she took Nigha’s hand.
“I love you nutcase; you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah; I’m trying to be a good sister not a sappy sister! Lay off with the sugary sweetness.”
“Dually noted.”
The next few weeks brought Nigha more of the same. More morning sickness, weight loss, and concern. She had resigned herself to the fact that at any point now, she’d have a turnaround, but those around her weren’t so sure. Her co-workers were worried sick about her, though none would just come out and ask what was going on. She knew something was up when she was called into Jack’s office for a “spur of the moment” meeting.
“Nigha, you look…come in” Jack said, catching himself mid-sentence. He was so used to her looking beautiful at all times that he was falling into the same old compliments. This wasn’t beautiful Nigha; this was the Nigha that he had to find out whether or not she was at death’s door.
“Hi Jack; you needed to see me?”
“Okay Nigha; I respect you too much to beat around the bush. Quite a few of your co-workers have expressed concern about your appearance as of late and I would love to reassure them that you’re going to be fine. The truth is I can’t because I just don’t know. You haven’t told me anything and frankly; I’m worried sick about you myself.”
“Jees; is it that obvious?”
He looked at her as if she were some alien creature before walking around his desk to sit in the chair next to her. He turned his chair to face hers and put a hand on the armrests on either side of her. He looked her straight in the eye before starting again.
“Look Nigha; I’m not one to pry, but you haven’t been the same since you came back from your hospital stay. I know you had pneumonia and a severe case of anemia, but I fear that something else is going on and I care too much about you to watch you waste away without at least asking…what’s going on?”
“I’m sorry Jack. I guess I didn’t fully comprehend how this would affect those around me, but I just didn’t want everyone in my business.”
“Is it serious? You’ve got to tell me something because we’re scared that you’re dying. If you want me to handle how the news is delivered, I’d be happy to do so. I know that you’re not obligated to tell me anything, but I implore you to please let me in anyway.”
“Jack; I’m not dying. It is serious though. I’m pregnant!”
She saw the worry disappear from his face as his forehead relaxed and he sat back in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair as he tried to regain his composure.
“I understand” he said with a smile. “I haven’t seen you go through a pregnancy before so please forgive me for asking but is this what normally happens to you?”
Nigha laughed a little before continuing. “No Jack, with Sean and Stephen I had very little morning sickness; I was a LOT younger, and I wasn’t carrying them at the same time” she said with a smile.
“Oh…wait a minute…what? You’re having more than one? Is it twins, triplets? Gosh I’m sorry, this really is none of my business but curiosity is definitely getting the better of me. I’m so relieved that you’re not ill; other than normal, but I didn’t even know that you and you’re husband were trying.”
“Well, we weren’t; but we weren’t trying with Sean or Stephen so why break a good trend” she said with a little laugh that he joined in on. “I don’t know exactly how it happened (liar, she thought to herself), but in about seven months…well, more like six I’m told; Brett and I will be having twins.”
A huge smile crept across Jack’s face before he looked worried again. “Nigha, if you’re having twins; how is it healthy for you to be dropping so much weight? Wait; forget I asked. I know that you’ll be taking good care of yourself and I should be offering my help with how to get your concerned co-workers off your case.”
“Like I said, I don’t want everyone to know however, I don’t want them to think I’m dying either. Everyone will figure it out in a month or two, but I leave it to you to field their questions without telling them about my condition. You’re a great boss; I’m sure you’ll figure it out. By the way, the morning sickness and the fact that I’d lost weight from being sick are hindering me from gaining weight now. I’m not really too worried though because before you know it, you’ll be wondering how I’m carrying around so much weight!”
“I know just how to handle it. I’ll let whomever know that we’ve spoken about it and I’ll assure them that you’re going to be alright, but in the interest of maintaining your privacy I’ll let them know that I won’t be discussing specifics. Thank you so much for trusting me with your happy news. Take care of yourself okay” he said with genuine concern evident in his expression.
“I’m trying” she answered playfully. “Jack, it means a lot to me that you care” she said before she walked out of his office, closing the door behind her.
“You have no idea” he said aloud to himself as he took his seat behind the desk.
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Jason was filling his time with three things: work, working out, and worrying about her. He’d get little emails from Clyde every few weeks and in each one, she was getting progressively worse. Keeping in mind that no good could come from him going to see her and the deal he made with God, he stayed put.
The amount of time and effort he was pouring into his work was benefiting him. Even though he’d only been in his new position for two months, he was already up for a salary increase and a bonus. Brian; Jason’s boss, had explained to him that even though he was pleased with his performance, if he kept up his current pace, he was headed for a major burn out. Brian suggested that Jason take at least two weeks off in a couple of weeks and Jason could tell by his tone that it was more than a suggestion. He had his assistant schedule his time off, and in three weeks he would need another distraction to occupy his time.
Thoughts of her consumed him as he walked home. He would sometimes see her off in the distance; but realize that when the person impersonating his love grew closer, his mind was playing cruel tricks on him.
He had built up a routine: eat, work, eat, work, eat, workout, shower, sleep. Kane called him repeatedly, but was forced to leave messages because Jason really wasn’t up for conversation. Talking to Kane would conjure up thoughts about Kane being the one to see her at will. His involuntary resentment toward his beloved older brother was growing and the fact that Kane and Brett were becoming such good friends didn’t help matters much.
His daily life, or lack thereof had become a torturous affair and he was making no moves to improve his situation. The few times he did talk to his brother; Kane would drop hints like “go out and see the sights of Atlanta, you can’t stay cooped up for forever.” He had no desire to see anything but his apartment, work, and her.
On the Friday before he was planning a trip, he’d reluctantly agreed to go out with John and Terry for a “guy’s night out.” Even though he didn’t really want to be on the bar scene, he relented and burst into laughter when Terry promised that it wouldn’t be the “Chappelle’s Show version.”
The plan was to hit a few clubs, have a few drinks, and to get John and Terry laid. Jason would only partake in the first two, even though it had been three months since he’d been the third. The brutal attacks visited upon him by Rosy Palm and her five sisters had kept his “needing some serious pussy” stress level down, but it wasn’t non-existent…far from it.
The trio hit a few bars, had a few too many drinks, and finally decided that the good looking women liked to dance so they moved on to the clubs to check out the scenery. John and Terry let out a simultaneous “jackpot” when they got to the second club because they’d finally found the good looking girls. Jason agreed that these were some of the best they’d seen, but in his mind he knew that none could hold a candle to her.
There she was.
He’d know her anywhere. She was off in the distance dancing with two friends; one he knew that he recognized and the other he’d never seen before. She’d caught his eye and started to walk over with that same sexy smile that he longed to see so much, but something was definitely wrong. The closer she got to him, her features started to change and then he realized why he recognized one of her friends. Her friend was Tina, and this was Gina. The drinks were playing tricks on him.
“Hey stranger; where ya been?”
“Oh you know; working, working, and more working” he said with a slight slur in his speech. “You look great.”
“Oh this old thing?” she said putting her hand on her chest for emphasis. “Seriously though, thanks. It took me forever to pick it out. It’s the first time I’ve been out in a long time. The first time I’ve felt like it since I dumped the jackass two months ago. I wanted to look hot but not desperate, did I pull it off?” she asked as she gestured with her hands.
“Definitely hot…like fire and the total opposite of desperate” the words poured out before he could catch himself. His mind-to-mouth strainer was too full of alcohol to work properly. The last thing he wanted to do was to give his new friend the wrong idea, but he spoke the truth; she was smoking in her strapless red dress.
“Wow! Coming from the president of the hot club, I’ll take that as a stamp of approval” she said with a laugh. She looked at him with a hunger he hadn’t seen in a sexy woman’s eyes in a while, before some drunken idiot bumped her from behind and sent her sailing into Jason.
He wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her, and she hadn’t realized just how hard his body was until that moment.
“Oh my” was all she could muster with her left arm wrapped around his neck and her right placed on his chest.
“Are you alright?” he asked with genuine concern in his voice. The feel of her against him was stirring up carnal feelings that he was trying so hard to suppress.
“Thanks for the rescue honey” she said as she tilted her face toward his. When his ice blue eyes met her London blue ones, they both felt the spark and looked away. Neither of them was ready for something or someone new.
“Dance with me” he commanded more than asked.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. All this and you dance? Pinch me I must be dreaming…oww!”
He’d playfully pinched her arm. “Now that settles that…come on” he said taking her hand and leading her to the floor.
‘Oh shit, white boy has got skills’ she thought to herself as he began to move to the music. She didn’t realize that she’d been motionlessly watching him in awe until he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him.
Jason knew he was out of his controlled element. He’d lost count after the seventh Kamikaze, but something about the way she felt in his arms made him not care. He liked Gina; he knew that she was hot from the first moment he saw her, but his heart wouldn’t let him see her as anything more than a friend. Now his heart was just as liquefied as his brain, and the head below his waist was beginning to take over.
Gina was lost in the moment with her handsome neighbor as well. Although she’d only had three Cosmos, she was feeling pretty good as well. The looks he was giving her were making her feel better.
Jason looked over to the bar and saw John and Terry looking on in amazement at the stuffed suit tearing up the dance floor with the hottest woman in the room. Terry tipped his glass to Jason and continued his conversation with Tina. Naturally, John was chatting up their friend Nina.
“So she’s Gina” John said pointing in Jason’s direction. “She’s Tina, and you’re Nina? Are you kidding me?”
“I know! Weird isn’t it? Well I’ve got another one for you; my birthday is the day before theirs.”
“Nuh uh!” he said with a laugh. “So how do you know them?”
“We’ve been friends since grade school. Everyone jokingly refers to me as the Indian triplet. We really caught it when those Benetton ads were popular” she joked. “How do you know him?” she asked motioning her head toward Jason.
“He works with us and let me tell you; I’ve never seen him like this. He’s so uptight and quiet at work. I tell ya, I hate his guts. I mean look at him and then look at her, and her, and her” he said motioning to the women eyeing Jason. “It’s like this everywhere we go and he doesn’t even care; but enough about him and his dashing good looks. Let’s talk about you and this smokin’ dress you have on…”
Gina had turned her back to Jason, and he was grinding up against her sending her into a frenzy. She was attracted to him the first time she’d met him, but this was something different. This was something she wasn’t ready for; she wasn’t ready to want someone the way she wanted him. Little did she know that the feeling was mutual.
When he’d pulled her to him, he smelled her hair and the familiar scent intoxicated him; peaches. ‘Damn that shampoo’ he thought. ‘Damn her for making me love her so much. Damn her for going on with her life and leaving me stuck in this mire. Fuck me for creating this situation.’
Gina turned to face him and noticed the faraway look in his eyes and then it happened. He looked into her eyes and she recognized the same need that she felt. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his face within inches of her own as their bodies swayed with the rhythm of the music.
“Jason, I can’t help it…I want you” she whispered so that only he could hear. She touched her nose to his and lightly brushed his lips with her own.
He closed his eyes at the contact and made no move to pull away. Her lips were so soft and she smelled so good. She kissed him; no tongue at first, and then she tested the waters and was rewarded by his tongue intertwining with her own. Before too long, the kiss sailed past the “R” rating onto “NC-17″ as they got lost in the need to be close to someone. Gina had wrapped one of her legs around his hip as he kneaded her ass and ground his crotch against her.
“Let’s get out of here” she said as she came to her senses and the realization of where they were hit her like a ton of bricks. She looked around to find her sister, Nina, and Jason’s two friends looking on; dumbfounded. She gave a wink and a little head nod after she made eye contact with Tina, and led Jason out onto the street and hailed a cab in record time.
They were all over each other in the back of the cab and once they reached their building, Jason mistakenly gave the cabbie two hundred dollar bills instead of two tens. The cabbie tried to call out, but Jason just grumbled “keep it” and the cabbie just expressed his thanks and drove off.
The make out session continued on the elevator ride and when it reached their floor, they stumbled out in a hurry to make it to his place.
Jason could feel his heart pounding through his chest, but his brain was struggling to send him the messages that he hadn’t been getting for the past hour.
‘This is wrong man. She’s not the one you want and you like her too much to use her to fill some basic need. Look at her; she’s beautiful, funny, and easy to be with. If you do this, all that’s gonna change. Tonight won’t make her Nigha and tomorrow will just be full of regret along with the nasty hangover that’s coming your way…STOP.’
As they hit the couch, his brain finally got through long enough for Jason to think about the situation as she straddled him. He grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away.
“Gina, I can’t do this. My heart’s a mess and you’re too good to just be a one night stand. I like you too much to…”

Help Wanted

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 05:06:06 +0000

I was getting older, 49 to be exact. And though I could pass for younger, Hollywood for the most part was a young person’s game, and I was getting a little too old for the demand for the young, cute and cuddly. Let’s face it, I was a dinosaur, and in the age of “reality” television when episodic drama had all but disappeared, I was definitely expendable. I had worked in the business for a decade plus six, and while I wasn’t A-list, I had been a decent writer and able to provide a reasonable living. While it was nothing outstanding, I had been able to secure a fine home, nice cars, vacations and the other niceties of a successful career. Circumstances change…sometimes drastically. My second wife now lived in the house and drove the Mercedes I had purchased for her birthday while I made do in a dingy one-bedroom apartment with my son from my first marriage. I had survived in a tough business and had enjoyed the perks and freedoms of being a writer. Only now, that career choice wasn’t too rosy.
My divorce had put a major crimp in the financial situation and I had been out of work for almost two years. With my savings depleted by the divorce settlement, business was never a strong suit, that, and the brutal shark of a lawyer my wife had hired, I was now on the brink of homelessness. With bills piling on my desk, I needed employment in a hurry. Let’s face it, I was desperate which led to a desperate decision that put me where I am today.
My ex and I had been friends with a younger couple for 14 years since our kids met at school—my son, now 20—was a couple of years older than their fraternal twins, a boy and a girl–and when I was offered a job working for them, I said yes despite my hesitancy and embarrassment of accepting employment from what had been friends. It was a humbling experience when I was out playing golf with Jeff and he said that maybe something could be worked out. At the time I detected an attitude of slight smugness, but Jeff always had that air about him. He was intelligent, well-educated and while friendly and cordial, I always got the sense that he felt himself somewhat superior to me though it was so subtle that I always checked it off to my own insecurity. Yeah, I might be able to beat him on the golf course, but I’m sure he felt that in the game of life he was ahead.
He was a businessman with his own consulting business and few other side projects. I wasn’t sure of his income, but it was well into the six figures, the forty-one-year-old Jeff was doing quite well. Also, he and his wife, Ann, came from fairly well-to-do families. Married while in college and having kids early, they were exceedingly mature for their age when I first met them during the Kindergarten year of school when my son was in the second grade. They were comfortable, and while far from being ostentatious, they drove BMWs and owned a large home in a new subdivision, and pretty much did whatever they pleased, money never seeming to be an issue. I can’t say I was ever jealous or envious of their financial comfort; at least I wasn’t until the work dried up and I found myself struggling to make rent on the dreary apartment that was home. After the divorce, my wife and I had both remained friends with the couple, though my relationship was much cooler than the one my wife maintained with them, particularly Ann, who remained a close friend to my ex.
I wasn’t qualified for most employment, a self-made writer, I had only made it through a year and a half of college. I had come to Hollywood with a briefcase full of scripts and was one of the lucky ones to actually find work. Without any training or education and being on the old side, the work world wasn’t exactly clamoring for my services. I was close to taking a supermarket job or something similar, maybe an assistant at a food-fast food place when Jeff said I could come and work for he and his wife. When not involved with their children, his wife assisted with some of the businesses and supervised the maintenance of their household. I’m sure my ex gleefully filled them in on my financial straits, so I wasn’t entirely surprised that they said they could use my help. I WAS somewhat surprised I said yes, I guess the thought of looking for a menial job would be more humiliating than going to work for my smug friends.
His wife, Ann, was very attractive, definitely didn’t look her age of thirty-nine. Tall and almost too thin, her shoulder-length light brown hair framed a pretty face that might have been a tad long, but nonetheless she was looker. Of course, her smile was perfect, teeth white and straight and she had intense green eyes that flashed with impatience when things didn’t go exactly they way she sought. She was a perfectionist and subtly demanding. I knew that working for her wouldn’t be easy, that it would be unlikely anything would be complete satisfactory for her judging from the way she would nitpick and complain about every little thing in her life.
Jeff wasn’t much better. He was immaculate in appearance and manner. And he had the same perfectionist manner of his wife. More than once I could over hear him on his cell phone upbraiding an employee to do their job right. He wasn’t a screamer, but he knew what he wanted and how he wanted things done and accomplished. So there it was, I had say yes and found myself one morning ringing the bell to their house, standing at the door, questioning how I got myself into such a situation.
We hadn’t discussed the details of my employment, only that my salary would be five-hundred a week, a far cry from the thirty-grand I used to get for each television script for which I received credit. Jeff had said he was sure they would be able to find something for me to do, joking even if it was only cleaning their house, but that he and Ann always had a need for another hard working person in their life. He said that they could use a secretary…administrative assistant he quickly corrected himself, that they could trust and depend on. He did iterate that he and Ann could be demanding and I said I knew this well, and that I was eager and willing to work hard to please them.
The part-time maid answered the door and said that Mrs. Moore was expecting me in the office. I walked back to the office, which was located in the rear of the house, a house that was decorated with great style and taste even if it leaned a little to the “shabby chic” generic. It felt odd to be in the home when it wasn’t a party, play date or social visit. I was anxious and still feeling slightly embarrassed that I had reached the situation for a mercy hiring by my friends. The door to the office was partially opened and I walked in with butterflies roiling in my stomach. Ann was sitting at the desk, typing on the computer keyboard.
“Good morning.” I tried to sound cheery and eager to be there, though I had a certain dread running through me.
Ann didn’t look up from the computer screen. “You’re late.”
Thankfully Ann couldn’t see me flush red from her comment. Yes, I was late, but only by five minutes and I was struck by the coolness in her voice and that I was starting from a negative as it was evident that she was displeased by my slight tardiness. “Uh, I guess, I’m a couple of minutes late.”
“No, five minutes, Mike. I know with your Hollywood job things were a little more casual and that you know us socially and so forth. But this is now a workplace and I expect you to be professional and prompt.”
Anger started to swell up within me and I almost turned and walked out as I felt I didn’t deserve to be treated quite so abruptly, but I didn’t want to fail on the first day and give Ann and Jeff any satisfaction that their standards were higher than mine and I would be unable to meet them. Plus, I really could use the money. “Uh, okay, Ann, I’m sorry, I will be on time from now on.”
“Good. Your fine will be five dollars.”
“My what?” I couldn’t believe she had the audacity to suggest a fine, particularly with the measly five-hundred I was earning.
“Mr. Moore and I will assess fines as we see fit. Keep you motivated and from slacking off.”
“You’re kidding…right?”
Ann was not happy with my protest. “Look, Mike, these are our rules. If you can’t abide by them, then get out.”
Damn, I knew she could be tough, but this was a whole different side to Ann. Again, I thought about leaving, but figured the fine thing was simply a ploy to get my attention and wouldn’t be much of an issue. “No, no, I don’t want to leave. It just seems a little unfair. Particularly since I didn’t know about the rule.”
“Well you know what they say about law. Ignorance is no excuse.”
“Whatever you say, Ann.”
“Also, Mike, when you are in a work situation, you need to address me as Mrs. Moore and Jeff as Mr. Moore. Do you have a problem with that?”
Wow, this was going to be harder than I thought. Here was this woman, someone I had thought of as a good friend, someone ten years my junior, instructing me on how to address her. “No problem, Mrs. Moore, you’re the boss.”
I could see a hint of a smile on her face. “Yes, I am your boss now, Mike. Please don’t let our history cloud our understanding of the current situation.”
“No, Mrs. Moore, I won’t.”
“Good.” Ann looked up at me, her stern green eyes intensely scrutinizing me.
She looked great. Wearing a skirt and blouse, barefoot, her toes, as always, perfectly manicured, this time in pink with a flower painted on each big toe. I was glad, that if nothing else, I would get to be with her even if I was now in her employ. I stood there for a couple of minutes feeling awkward as I didn’t know what I was supposed to do and I didn’t want to interrupt her. Finally, I said, “What would you like me to do?”
I could see the familiar wrinkle of irritation cross Ann’s face as she raised her right hand as to stop me from talking. “I’ll let you know as soon as I’m finished.”
Again, I thought she was being unfairly abrupt. She certainly wasn’t making this easy for me. She worked for a few more minutes, before sitting back and looking at the computer screen as if she was scrutinizing her work. But I got the sense she was making me stand there simply because she knew she could.
Maria the maid popped into the room. “Ann, what would you like me to do with these papers on the coffee table?”
Ann looked up and warmly smiled at the maid. “Just leave them on the kitchen table, I’ll go through it later.”
“Don’t forget that I have to leave early today.”
“I haven’t. Mike will drive you home after lunch. You know Mike right?” Ann said, introducing me to Maria.
I said hello and nodded at Maria who glared back while saying, “Yes, I’ve seen him before.”
“He works for me and Mr. Moore now. And he will be helping you too.”
Maria brightened at this comment. “Very good. I always could use help. Much to do around here. I go back to work now.”
Maria left. Ann had been so much more friendly and warm with her maid, so much for the workplace formality she had just expressed to me. “Let’s see, where was I?” Ann was looking at the computer once again. She then swiveled her chair towards me, bare legs crossed, girlishly bouncing one foot as she looked at me. “What shall I have you do?” She had a smile on her face as if she was enjoying the fact that I was now her employee. “This is a little odd, isn’t it, you working for us?”
“Yes kind of…”
“I’ll have to admit though, I kind of like it. And I’m sure Joann is going to flip when I tell her you’re working for us.”
Joann was my ex. I hadn’t really given it much thought of her knowing about it since I had been more concerned about getting some cash. I wanted to ask Ann why she liked it, but decided not to press the subject. I had been there twenty minutes, just standing and watching her work as I felt like a fool. There was a chair on the other side of where Ann sat, but she hadn’t offered it to me and had made no effort to allow access to it. So I had stood while she worked. I thought it ironic that she had upbraided me for my five-minute tardiness, yet I hadn’t done a thing. Typical boss kind of thing. Finally, I couldn’t take the idleness anymore. “What can I do for you?”
“Mrs. Moore. Please don’t forget the proper manner of respect.”
“What would you like me to do, Mrs. Moore?” I repeated resenting having to address her that way.
“Right now, you may clean my car. Vacuum, dust, wash it. You know where I keep my keys. The supplies are in the laundry room. If you need any help finding things, ask Maria.”
“Yes, Mrs. Moore,” I said, knowing that the keys were on a hook in the kitchen, everything in the house having its proper place.
“Good. You’re dismissed.”
Dismissed? I felt like a servant and almost let out a sarcastic, yes oh great Mrs. Moore, but I said nothing. I gathered the supplies and went into the garage where the SUV was parked. I passed a large closet full of shoes, as the Moore’s had a rule of no shoe wearing inside the house except for guests who didn’t wish to remove their shoes or the exception of Maria who wore her thick sole nurse type shoes when she was working. Having a foot and shoe fetish I imagined what it must be like to have to clean and polish Ann’s shoes and wondered if that would ever become one of my duties, though it would be humiliating to actually have to clean the shoes of someone who had been my equal and that I had known so long as a friend, nothing in the least kinky or sexual.
But interrupting my brief shoe reverie was the need to clean Ann’s ride and I got to work for the next hour and a half cleaning her new X5 trying my best to get it as sparkling as possible knowing Ann’s fastidiousness. When I went back into the house around eleven, I found Ann sitting on the plush sectional sofa in the entertainment room and talking on the phone while Maria was sweeping the kitchen that connected to the area where Ann sat. She was laughing about something when I began to sit on the sofa across from her. Phone to ear, looking up at me she shook her head no indicating that I wasn’t to sit down on the sofa. What was this? Now I wasn’t good enough to sit on her precious furniture?
“Just a sec.” She put the phone to her shoulder and said while pointing towards the kitchen, “Go make Maria and me turkey sandwiches and cut up some fresh fruit.”
“Yes, Mrs. Moore,” I said, quietly seething to myself.
“Did you bring lunch with you?”
“No, Mrs. Moore.” I didn’t even think of bringing lunch. Ann had always been generous in offering food or snacks during previous visits. I had no reason to think otherwise.
She kind of shook her head and said, “That’s too bad. I don’t want you eating any of the turkey in case the kids want something later. Maybe after they have had their snacks, you can have a banana or something. From now on, you’ll be expected to provide your own food.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was dumbfounded with her attitude, so I simply said, “Yes, Mrs. Moore,” like a robotic idiot.
“Good. I’m glad you understand. Now go!”
I didn’t understand. Why was she treating me this way? Why did Maria get to eat her food but not me? And as I pulled the turkey out of the refrigerator to make lunch and seeing that there was enough meat to feed the neighborhood, I realized that there was something more going on than simply having enough food for after-school munchies. I could her hear continue the phone conversation and I realized she was talking with Jeff.
“He’s doing all right. It will be an adjustment for all of us. Of course, he started out on the wrong foot by being late…Yes, I fined him.” There was a second of silence followed by much laughter from Ann. “Yes, maybe we’ll have to do that. He’ll learn or else. All right, I’ll see you later, darling. Love you.” Ann put down the phone after hanging up. “Is that lunch ready?”
I was hurrying to put her turkey sandwich together. I had eaten enough at Ann’s house to know how she liked her sandwich prepared. “Getting there, should be a few more minutes.”
“You need to work fast, Mike, I don’t like to be kept waiting for anything.”
“Yes, Mrs. Moore, I’m aware of that. I’m working as quickly as I can.”
“That’s a good attitude, Mike. I know I can be demanding, impatient, even unfair. But that’s just me. You’ll have to deal with it.”
“Yes, Mrs. Moore, I understand.” I quickly finished the sandwiches and cut up the fresh fruit and put them on plates as Ann thumbed through a magazine. “Your lunch is ready, Mrs. Moore.”
“That’s so cute the way you say Mrs. Moore, Mike. Do you hate addressing me that way?” Ann said standing and walking the few short steps to the kitchen. “Maria that’s good,” she said to the maid who was puttering around the kitchen.
“No, if that’s what you wish, I have no problem.”
“Good, Mike, you are more agreeable than I thought you would be. You must have really needed this job.”
“Yes, I did…”
Ann was circling her hand for me to finish my sentence. “Don’t forget your manners.”
“Yes I did, Mrs. Moore.”
“And?”
Maria had taken a seat at the table and Ann was standing at an end chair waiting for me to realize that I was to pull out the chair for her to seat down. And? I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. “And what? Mrs. Moore?”
The question displeased Ann who snapped as she sat down. “A thank you.”
“Oh…thank you, Mrs. Moore for the job.” I could see Maria smirking and trying not to laugh as she enjoyed Ann’s difficult treatment of me.
“That’s better.” I placed the plates before Ann and Maria and began to clean up the kitchen. Fixing the food had made me hungry, but I wasn’t about to venture into that territory, Ann had made it clear that her food was not available for me.
“Mike. Do you think that Maria and I are some kind of philistines? Where are our napkins?”
Messed up again. “Sorry, Mrs. Moore,” I said, scurrying over to the table with two cloth napkins that I pulled out of a linen drawer.
“Apologize to Maria also.”
Ann smoothed the napkin into her lap as I handed the other napkin to Maria with my apology. This was a little weird, but I was going to go long with Ann’s little game. “Sorry, Maria.” I turned to go back to cleaning.
“No wait. I think you should address her as Mrs. Lopez. Show her a little respect. After all, you ARE the probationary employee around here. And since you will be helping her with the household duties, she is going to be your boss too.”
This was getting to be too much. The maid was my boss? I flashed back to when I was working in television, the eager assistants hoping to break into the business getting us lunch, doing our errands. I had sunk a long ways, but it could be worse, and I wasn’t eager to explore the job world any longer. Besides, there was a little bit of me that enjoyed the new attitude displayed by Ann. “Sorry, Mrs. Lopez.”
Maria giggled a little and said, “That’s okay.”
Maria and Ann discussed Maria’s trip back to Central America while I finished cleaning up the kitchen. Ann telling Maria that she would have to train me on the ways of the household. Even though the details of what I was going to be doing was rather vague when I agreed to work for the Moores, I didn’t really expect to be doing so much cleaning and such, but that’s what looked like would be needed, so that was what I was going to be doing.
After Ann quickly finished her lunch, she said she was going out to inspect the X5 and quickly disappeared. Maria wasted no time asserting her status. “Next time, no tomato on mine.”
“Yes, Mrs. Lopez,” I said, looking at her, trying to maintain my cool.
“Good. Clean up these plates.”
I couldn’t believe she was ordering me to do this like she owned the place. “What the…” Before I could go any further, Ann had already returned.
“Mike, are you sure you cleaned my car?” Her voice was full of disgust and she noticed the tomato slices that Maria had left on her plate, one of them with an obvious bite taken out of it. “You don’t like tomato, Maria?”

Helen’s Enjoyment

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 01:05:59 +0000

Author note: This story is set to come after Enjoying Adrian (which I haven’t finished yet!) but also stands alone. Enjoy!!
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Clothes were strewn all over the apartment floor in messy piles. A black thong and matching bra were the nearest to the bed, accompanied by a dark pair of cK boxers.
The bedsheets were rumpled, and laid in the middle, curled together like sleeping animals, were Helen and Adrian.
Helen was a curvy blonde, her hair short against her head, mussed from her sexual adventuring. There was a remarkable brown birthmark on her left knee, her only distinguishing feature apart from her startling eyes, a combination of green, gray and amber.
Adrian, curled protectively around Helen, was tall, stocky and well built, with clearly defined muscles in his arms and legs, which were wrapped against Helen’s curves. His hair was brown, flecked with ginger, cropped extremely short, almost military buzz cut.
Slowly, Adrian stirred, his eyes fluttering open to reveal their dark chocolate colouring. A sensual, satisfied smile spread across his face as he noticed his lover was still asleep. It was time to grant one of her fantasies.
Sliding a gentle hand up from its resting place on her waist to the well rounded curve of her breast, he began to lick and nibble her inviting neck, one of the most sensually connected areas of her body. The effect was almost immediate. Helen slid her ass sensuously against his stomach, down to his groin, causing Adrian to growl as he became intensely erect, obviously not as sated as he had felt.
Helen, meanwhile, was being awoken in a rather interesting way. At first she felt as though she was awaking from a particularly erotic dream, but as her consciousness came up through the levels of her mind she became aware of her lovers hand on her breast, rubbing the nipple between finger and thumb, his lips tormenting her neck, and his erection pressing against her tight asshole.
As she became more awake, her arousal increased, and she began to moan softly. This always had a devastating effect on Adrian’s self control. The audio feedback he received from Helen always increased his own pleasure, and now he was fighting the urge to plough straight into her, unprotected, and let go. But this was about Helen’s fantasy, slow and sensual, and that is how it would be.
Bodies rubbing eagerly against each other, Helen was rapidly losing her self control, pressing her ass against Adrian’s rock hard penis, wanting to feel it fill her. The tip rubbed against her asshole, which was rapidly becoming lubed by both the pre-cum and her own pussy juices. Helen deliberately pressed down against Adrian’s prick, allowing the head to slide a little inside her, causing Adrian to freeze.
“Helen, don’t… that’s not…” He tried to speak, tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him to plunge…
“I know,” She replied breathlessly. “I want to… it feels good…”
Adrian still had his doubts. Helen had once told him she didn’t hold with anal sex, and he had promised never to try it with her. But now she was pressing so invitingly against him, taking almost all the head inside her tight hole…
“Are you sure?” Adrian managed, one hand holding onto her hip, trying to steady himself.
As if to answer, Helen pushed her hips downward, engulfing him inside her tight ass. Adrian loosed a low groan as he felt her slowly relax and loosen against him, and began to thrust slowly, gently.
Helen was concentrating on keeping her muscles relaxed. It had hurt when he first entered her, but relaxing had helped, and she was soon pounding against him, vocally approving of his rapidly increasing thrusts, her self control abandoned as he began to play with her breasts, stroking the nipples, squeezing, flicking…
“Helen…” He suddenly warned her, “I need to stop, now!”
Helen kept moving, trying to keep him inside her. “I can’t get pregnant in this position babe,” She replied, tightening slightly, increasing the pressure on him.
“Uhhh… its… dangerous…” Adrian retorted, and rapidly pulled out, laying on his back, breathing deeply and trying to calm himself.
Helen slowly turned over and kissed Adrian deeply on the lips.
“Oh babe…” She whispered. “I never imagined it could feel like that!”
Adrian managed a smile. “It was really good.”
“Yeah. Thank you babe. I trust you. That was one of my fantasies you know.”
“I know. That’s why I did it.” Adrian smiled, and kissed her lips softly, trying to ignore the fact he was getting aroused again.
Helen glanced downward at him and grinned. “Want to go again?”

Sarah’s Visit to London Ch. 02

admin — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:06:42 +0000

Author’s note: Best to read ‘Sarah and John’ first. This story is written for my friend ‘Sarah’ and she has given me a lot of help with it. Thanks again lassie! Hope some of you enjoy it.
1.
Whilst Sarah dashed up to change, John chatted with Sue and Anne. Blonde Anne was a bit reserved, but Sue was more outgoing, close to flirting with him as she tossed her copper hair back from her smiling face. He asked them what they wanted to do with their afternoon. They’d read guidebooks, but confessed there seemed so much to see in London, they really didn’t know where to start.
He thought carefully. It was a lovely day and perhaps they should save museums and galleries, if they wanted to visit them, for another time. He suggested that after lunch they should ride the Underground for ten minutes to Green Park, walk through the park to view Buckingham Palace, then wander along Whitehall to see Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament at Westminster. After that they could catch a cruise boat on the Thames and sail downriver, past the financial hub of the City, to St Katherine’s Dock and Canary Wharf in the renovated docklands area.
The two women seemed happy with this itinerary. He asked them about their preferred eating habits. He’d thought to suggest one of his favourites for dinner, Poon’s on the edge of Chinatown, just off Leicester Square. Then he remembered they were Californian, and almost certainly had enjoyed a wider range of Chinese food than even London could offer. So he suggested they might eat Greek, and as he’d expected, they weren’t so familiar with that. He explained that lamb was the main meat in Greek cooking, and suspected they might not be much used to it. They seemed interested though. So they had a plan for the day. Subject of course to Sarah’s endorsement.
At that moment, Sarah stepped from the lift. He drew breath sharply. She wore a dress now, silky and slinky but very proper, just over her knees, concealing her, almost fully, but hugging her tight. Except he knew what she looked like under it, knew what the sheer fabric was hiding. What he didn’t know was that she wasn’t wearing panties. He rose to kiss her chastely on the cheek as she joined them, and Sue gushed to explain the plan for the rest of the day. Sarah nodded in agreement as Sue spoke, glanced up briefly into John’s eyes. He smiled back into her and she looked at her two friends: Hey folks, that sounds like a great plan. But can we have lunch first?
I thought we might just have a quick lunch here at the hotel, John said, so we can get on our way and not let your first afternoon in London go to waste? Or of course, a long leisurely lunch if you prefer? I’m completely in your hands, it’s your first time here. This hotel has a tea-garden out back, and at this time it should have the sun on it.
The women exchanged a few words and Sue turned to him. She seemed to be their self-appointed spokeswoman: A quick lunch here would be just great John; we want to see something of this city today. So long as you make sure we get a good dinner tonight? She smiled, bowed her head, and coyly glanced at him from under her lashes. Christ, he thought, she IS flirting with me! Or maybe that’s just how she is? He had learned that American women tended to flirt more than British, maybe it was just part of the culture.
They moved to the tea-garden, chatted pleasantly over their alfresco lunch. He was warming to Sarah’s friends as he got to know them better. The sun washed over them and they fed scraps to the chaffinches, sparrows and doves which boldly fussed nearby. Sarah was opposite him across the table and he couldn’t resist pressing his foot between hers so she had to open her legs a little.
He wanted to touch her more intimately but didn’t dare. His cock was engorging again. Christ, Sarah was getting to him. He wanted to find an excuse to drag her up to her room and fuck her hard. But there was no convincing excuse. His erection throbbed, unrequited.
After lunch he guided them the short distance from the Hotel to catch the Underground at Euston. As he bought tickets he explained: This is the only quick way to get around in central London, usually much faster than cabs. There’s a station within five minutes walk of everywhere. It’s supposed to be the most intensive system in the world. Though the Paris Metro and NY subway run it a close second. But — he guided them onto the correct escalator for their line — there is a downside. It gets unbearably crowded, especially at the peaks. I hope it’s a bit quieter on a midweek afternoon. When the escalator decanted them deep underground, he led them onto the crowded platform and up to the end where he knew the train would be quieter.
Within a couple of minutes a train surged into the station and they boarded. There were only two seats at the end of the car, and as it ended up, Sarah and he were strap-hanging. Anne and Sue were a bit hidden from view on their seats and as he closed on Sarah from behind, he pressed his throbbing erection into her silky asscrack through their clothes. He pushed hard against her, licked the back of her neck discreetly till she moaned softly. He glanced round and nobody seemed to be looking their way in the crowded train. His fingers dropped and raised her dress to trace the nylon on her thigh. She squirmed her ass back against his erection and his fingers moved further up under her dress so he could touch the soft naked flesh above her stockings. His hand slid hungrily upwards and he discovered she wore no panties. You naughty girl, he muttered: I’d love to fuck you now sweetie. His fingers stroked her wetness but the announcement came over the intercom: NEXT STOP GREEN PARK. His fingers dropped from her pussy and he lifted them to his mouth to taste her sex.
Minutes later they were leaving Green Park Station and walking through the park. Squirrels darted and blackbirds trilled, and he felt two arms slip through his; Sarah and Sue. He made a point though of including Anne in the conversation, and when they reached the Mall he pointed them west. Framed by the avenue of trees, there was the awesome façade of Buckingham Palace, home of the reigning UK monarch.
Cameras came out and pictures were taken, and then they walked closer to the Palace to watch the traditionally-uniformed Guards. More photos. The women were excited and he tried to be even-handed as they chatted together. But he found it hard to take his eyes from Sarah and his cock stirred only for her.
When they were done with the Palace he shepherded them down the pleasant tree-lined avenue of the Mall, under the imposing arch into Trafalgar Square. He pointed out the National Gallery and the other public buildings round the Square, and then they turned right onto Whitehall. As they walked he explained what went on in all the imposing Government offices, till he stopped them before a short unprepossessing cul-de-sac leading off the main street.
He pointed to the sign: Downing Street. Just up there in Number Ten is the official residence of the Prime Minister, he explained. But, nodding to the police-staffed barrier, I’m afraid we can’t get any closer than this now. You need to have an official appointment and I just couldn’t manage to convince Gordon Brown to meet you.
The women laughed and he explained: I really did try, you know. A long time ago, well before he became PM, I knew Gordon a bit. But apparently not well enough for us to intrude on his busy diary now. Sorry!
Cameras were out, and Sue insisted on a picture of John with his arm around Sarah. As Sue fussed to get it absolutely right, John whispered in Sarah’s ear: I think she might suspect something, my wee sexslut. You know I need to have my dirty way with you again tonight?
We might just manage, she whispered back. Sue and Pam are sharing a room and I have one to myself.
Sue appeared finally to be happy with her shot, and they continued down Whitehall. As they neared the end, John pointed to Big Ben soaring above the other buildings. They gazed at the most famous clock in the world and more pics were taken. When they emerged onto Parliament Square, the Houses of Parliament lay before them.
Patriotic English people call it ‘the Mother of Parliaments’, and believe this to be the most ancient democracy in the world, he explained. But I understand Iceland got there many centuries before we did. Followed much later by France and the USA. The UK’s not even in the running, in my opinion. But I’m not here to give you a lecture on my view of political history, he laughed. I just hope you agree it is a very imposing complex of buildings?
They wandered round finding good angles for photographs. He told them it might be possible to go into the building and watch a debate in the House of Commons from the Visitors’ Gallery. Depending on the queues.
But the three visitors didn’t seem too interested in that idea, so he didn’t pursue it.
So what would you like to do now lassies? My suggestion is — he glanced at his watch — that we have a look at Westminster Abbey, over there, since we’re here, and then we could catch a riverboat so you can have a rest. Maybe have a coffee or tea on the boat, and watch London unfold past you. I suspect you may have walked far enough for now?
The three friends discussed his suggestions for a moment. He knew that Sarah was beginning to flag, as she had had less rest than the others in the morning, and she seemed less enthusiastic about the Abbey than Anne and Sue. But she bowed gallantly to their enthusiasm and they walked the few yards to the big old church.
It was cool and sombre as they entered, a welcome relief from the heat outside. John briefly explained a bit of the history and architecture of the ancient building, but he knew the women were tired and he didn’t want to bore them with too much detail. Pam and Sue decided to join a half-hour guided tour, but poor wilting Sarah just wanted to rest, so he guided her into a secluded pew behind a huge pillar. She collapsed onto the seat and he slid in beside her.
My poor lassie, he whispered, as he drew her to him, stroking her face. You know I loved our hot sex this morning, but maybe I was too selfish. You’re worn out. And I don’t want you too tired later. I want you to be aware as I explore you, discover every nook and cranny of your hot body.
Feel how much I want you now. And his hand guided hers to the naked throbbing hardness under his kilt. She was reluctant: it just wasn’t appropriate to touch his cock in a church, but his hand insisted. She acquiesced and began stroking the hardness which had penetrated her that morning.
His head bent to nuzzle her breasts through the silky fabric. I need you to grasp my cock firmly Sarah. His voice was harsh with need now. As his mouth firmed wetly on her breasts over the dress, his hand slid to her knee and worked its way up her thigh under the thin fabric. Her knees parted without bidding and her fingers wrapped hard round his cock. She felt him probe up the insides of her open thighs more urgently now, and sensed her own wetness as he neared her pussy.
But she came to her senses, remembered where they were. This just wasn’t right. No John, she said quietly, we can’t do this here, in a church. She pushed him away and pressed her knees tightly together. He forced her back in the pew and moved his knee between hers so her legs moved wide again. Yes we can, he insisted. Now fucking put your hand on my cock, bitch, I need you. And his hand thrust carelessly between her legs, seeking her cunt.
She knew she was wet despite herself, felt her swollen labia part with her unbidden excitement. His fingers probed her forcefully now and he grabbed her hand and thrust it up under his kilt. He needed release and she was going to give it to him, whatever she felt. He gasped as her fingers finally tightened hard round his cock. Wank me sexslut, he demanded, and his fingers were playing with her engorged clit now. Her hand reluctantly moved on his cock, masturbating him tightly, and she felt a deep breath shudder through him.
You uhhhh, you have to make me cum now Sarah, he gasped. She felt his hand tease her sex towards orgasm and her fingers closed harder on him, moving faster now. They were like two teenagers making out, totally illicitly, she thought. It was so dirtily exciting and she was dripping now. She knew she was building to a huge orgasm as she felt his pre-ejaculate on her hot hand.
Then there were loud footsteps on the stone flags approaching them, and they flew apart, panting as they hastened to adjust their clothes. They just managed to appear normal when Anne and Sue appeared from behind the stone column.
Hey, we wondered where you two were hiding, Sue boomed. Have you had a good rest honey? She looked straight into Sarah’s somewhat dilated eyes.
2.
The riverboat was comfortable, with huge windows so they could watch the city glide past. He brought the friends much-needed tea and coffee, and as they relaxed he spoke to them of the sights they were passing. They were on two bench seats, one behind the other, and this time he was beside Anne. She had been quiet and reserved till now and, in between his tourguide commentary, he chatted mainly to her. He didn’t dare think about delicious Sarah in front of him. Christ, they had got so close to making each other cum in the Abbey!
So he ignored his throbbing need. He knew Sarah would satisfy that later. Instead he focussed on Anne, trying to get to know her a bit. He enquired about her family, her work, her other interests. He told her a bit about himself when she asked. She was smiling shyly at him as she allowed herself to open up, and told him she was really interested in fabrics and interior decoration.
His thoughts went to the William Morris Gallery, and to Liberty’s department store. Morris was a Victorian designer, he explained, a polymath who had revolutionised home design with his insistence on natural dyes and fabrics. He had more-or-less created the Arts and Crafts Movement, and Liberty’s store had helped continue that tradition. She was clearly interested, and so absorbed were they in their discussion that he neglected his tourguiding for the three. They were sailing under London Bridge before he realised it, and he returned to the other two.
Uh, so sorry ladies, he said. Anne and I just got carried away, I’ve been neglecting my duties to you. Sue and Sarah laughed. Hey, we’ve been enjoying the view whilst you two were getting so absorbed in each other, Sue beamed. He noticed Anne blush shyly at the inference.
Okay, well I’m back on duty now, he smiled. He pointed out the Tate Modern and HMS Belfast on the South Bank, and the classic majesty of St Paul’s Cathedral peeking between the towering modern City buildings to the north. Then the ancient Tower of London to their left before the boat passed under the neo-Gothic wonder of Tower Bridge, and drew into St Katherine’s Dock.
He caught Sarah turn to look at him over her shoulder, a strange mix of desire and — was that fear too? — in her eyes. Fuck, she entranced him. He was going to do things to and with her, that no man had ever done to her before.
Sue and Anne were deep in conversation so he leaned forward and whispered: Tonight I need to fuck your delicious ass Sarah. And if you don’t let me enter you willingly, I will tie you up and force myself on you.
He saw her body quiver as she absorbed his words and his cock hardened again. Then he turned to chat to the other two, all smiles and pleasantries.
It was nearly seven before they finally made it to Charlotte Street, home of the best Greek restaurants in the city. They finally chose one, and settled at the table. He helped guide the women through the unfamiliar menu and ordered a couple of bottles of retsina. It’s a Greek speciality, he explained, white wine with just a flavour of pine resin in it.
They sipped the wine, strange-tasting to the women, and he looked deep in Sarah’s eyes as she sat opposite him. He saw the mixture of fear and excitement there as he mentally undressed her. Fuck he wanted to taste her again. But what he really wanted was her tight arse around his cock. He watched her shiver as she read his eyes.
He was glad that the three seemed to enjoy their dinner, and they stretched it out with Greek speciality sweets, and strong coffee. He asked if they wanted liqueurs but Anne stilled him, hand on his arm. John, I think we’re all bushed. I thought you told us we had to get to bed early tonight, so we can be fresh in the morning?
He looked at his watch: just after nine. Yes, you’re right, sorry. I’ll get you back to the hotel. I just got carried away, I was enjoying your company so much.
He requested the bill and asked them: The hotel’s about a fifteen minute walk from here. Are you up for a walk, or shall I request the waiter to order a cab for us? The women looked at each other. Sarah stifled a yawn.
I take it that’s a cab then, he said smiling, and turned to catch the waiter.
Five minutes later they were at the hotel.
3.
As he ushered them into the lobby, his arm round Sarah’s waist, he enquired: Anyone for a nightcap before you go to bed? He turned to look hard into Sarah’s eyes.
Sue and Anne declined, but Sarah thought she might like a cup of tea to finish the night. He sighed inwardly in relief. They both kissed her friends goodnight before they moved to the lift, then he turned to Sarah.
You don’t have enough time for a nightcap, slut. My need is too urgent. We’re going to your room and I am going to use you for my pleasure. She hadn’t expected this harshness from him, but read the need in his eyes. She bowed her head.
When the lift returned he pushed her into it roughly and as the doors glided shut he turned and knelt before her. Pull your dress up Sarah, so I can smell your naked cunt, he demanded. She shivered into a corner, hands pressed on her knees. She was frightened and was sorry she’d gotten herself into this. John had been deliciously dominant earlier in the day, and that had turned her on, but he was a different man now. He thrust his arm between her legs, wedged them apart as the lift rose. Pushed her dress up and leaned his head into her pussy. She felt his tongue on her, probing into her, but she was bone-dry now. She felt no arousal, just fear.
John, please, I don’t want you now. She shuddered as she remembered his earlier promise to take her anally. I need to get some sleep. Please let me just go to my room alone. But his tongue was teasing her clit and to her shame she felt her pussy begin to moisten.
Your cunt is betraying you Sarah, he growled, standing now. You are going to let me into your room and you will give me the pleasure my cock needs from you. His fingers pulled her nipples through her slinky dress. Then the lift pinged and he thrust her through the door. Her head was bowed as she led him to her room and she turned when she reached the door. She tried again to reason with him: John, PLEASE? Just let me go to bed.
He grabbed the swipekey from her fingers and opened the door, pushing her in. He surveyed the room for a moment as she stood trembling. Then he lifted his kilt and pulled her hands to his erection. Hold me slut, hold my cock. Feel how much I need you. You can’t deny me now.
As her trembling fingers closed on him he unfastened her dress and pulled it off her. He gasped as she stood in her scented bra, clasping his erection. She was trembling and genuinely frightened, and his cock throbbed harder at the thought as her small fingers tightened around him.
He needed her aroused and his mouth moved to hers as she panted in alarm. Their mouths locked and he forced her lips apart with his insistent tongue. Her fingers tightened on his angry cock. His fingers were pulling at her tits as his tongue tried to probe between her firmly-clenched teeth, and as her nipples hardened under his ministrations her teeth finally parted. Her mouth slackened against his lips and his tongue finally had its way, probing her. As his fingers unclasped her bra, her fingers fell from his cock and he knelt before her, mouth and fingers on her delicious full breasts.