I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…
….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.
I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…
…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….
….take me anywhere.
It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.
I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.
Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…
…you can unwrap me too.
Happy birthday Michael.
Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.
I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…
Logan flirted wildly as they dined together. She felt so comfortable around him. She discovered that Tyler was a country boy who had moved to the next town over a few years ago on a job promotion. He was also polite, charming and very attentive, intently watching her lips move when she spoke. She was having such a good time that she actually felt a tinge of disappointment when he asked to use the phone to call his family.
When he excused himself and went into the living room to use the phone she started clearing the table to make room for dessert, hoping he had time to have a slice of her pie. She was really enjoying his company. As she moved about the kitchen she found herself thinking about his mouth and imagining how soft those lips would feel on hers. She wondered how his hands, which she had closely examined each time he lifted his fork to his lips, would feel as they gripped her behind. “Oh Logan, you’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” She turned toward the sound of his voice and was slightly taken aback by how close he was to her.
“Oh, it was nothing,” she said quietly, admiring his gorgeous eyes once more.
“So? Did you get through to your family?”
“I sure did. It seems the roads are closed all the way around town. I’ll have to make my way over to the nearest motel and wait ‘til the plows clean up the snow in the morning so I can get my truck towed.”
He glanced out her window at the snowflakes swirling violently through the air. “It’s real cold outside.”
She fought the feeling to ask him to stay over. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Still, he could easily sleep on the couch; but the way he was looking at her…
“Well, there’s no rush then, right? How about we have another drink and you can taste some of my apple pie before you trek back out there to face the storm?” she said sweetly.
“I’d like that, Logan,” he smiled and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek.
“Good.” She leaned into his hand, letting him cup her face.
“You’ve been quite the hostess. Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home and feeding me.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip.
“You’re a beautiful woman and it’s taken every ounce of my control not to grab you and do some very dirty things to you”. Dear God. Logan felt her pulse quicken.
“What if I want you to lose control?”, she whispered. ”What if I were to tell you I’d like to know just what kind of things you’re talking about?” He stepped towards her and pinned her body against the kitchen counter.
“It starts with your mouth. I’ve been imagining what your mouth tastes like and how it would feel against my skin. I want to feel your tongue on my neck, down on my chest.”
He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, startling and exciting her at the same time, and with the other, he reached down below her waist and cupped her bottom.
“I’ve imagined my hands on your body, caressing your breasts, your back and this fine ass here.” His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them firmly. Then Logan was off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, and her lips only inches from his.
He carried her into the living room. “I envisioned carrying you to your living room floor and removing every last bit of clothing from your body. I want to see your skin glowing in the firelight. I want to see your beautiful brown eyes shine in the darkness of the room.”
Logan pressed her body into his and inhaled his scent, feeling heady at all the feelings being reawakened inside her. He lay her gently down on the rug in front of the fire and resting his chest against hers, Tyler studied her face, passion and lust evident in his eyes.
“Logan, are you sure you want me here? Are you certain you want this?” She swallowed hard.
“Yes Tyler. I’m positive”. He kissed her, his soft, full mouth pressing against hers. She wanted desperately to feel all of him. She parted her lips and he took the invitation, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth, as he kissed her deeply. Logan could feel the length of his growing shaft in between her legs. She hadn’t felt the hardness of a man in a long while. She wanted more.
Logan parted her legs, inviting him in.
“Tyler”, she spoke breathlessly. ”I want to feel you inside me.”
Tyler began to unbutton her blouse revealing the soft pink of her lace bra. She arched her back as he kissed the newly exposed skin. He turned her over onto her belly, unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it over her full hips. She heard him take in a sharp breath of air when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. His tongue followed his hands down her back to her buttocks, where he bit her gently. Logan groaned loudly and then she turned around to face him. She sat up, her hands working feverishly to remove his shirt. As she slid his dress shirt off his shoulders, he unbuckled his belt. She quickly unzipped his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. She watched him watching her as she eased his rigid cock out of his underpants with both hands. Tyler parted Logan’s legs and slid his length deep inside her. Logan closed her eyes and cried out, surges of pain and pleasure running through her body. She coiled her arms around his back, pressing him further into her. She opened her eyes to gaze into his, and saw the intense pleasure she was feeling reflected in his eyes. She rocked her body in time with his and wrapped her legs around his waist to driving his cock deeper inside her.
“Oh Logan baby, you feel so sweet, so good,” he moaned between ragged, shallow breaths. He bent his head to kiss her again as he began moving faster inside her. Logan bucked harder beneath him, thrusting her body up to meet his demands.
“Tyler, she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She was getting close and she sensed that Tyler was too.
“Oh baby girl,” he growled into her ear, his whole body tensing as he continued to pound himself into her.
“Oh God. Don’t stop, Tyler. Don’t stop,” she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her, tremors exploding through her body and down into her legs.
Minutes later they lay in each other’s arms in front of the fireplace, both their bodies glistening with sweat. Tyler looked up at the grandfather clock next to the fireplace as it struck midnight, and then turned to gaze into Logan’s eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Logan. Thank you for one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time.”
“And to think we wouldn’t have met if your truck hadn’t broken down on my street,” Logan kissed his lips softly. “Merry Christmas to you, Tyler.”
Logan curled her legs up under her butt and pulled the blanket over her body, glad she’d turned on the fireplace. It was nasty out; the wind was blowing the sleet and snow against her living room window. Oh, Santa’s going to have a tough time out there tonight!
She smiled when she realized that she was actually happy that her flight back home was canceled. She’d secretly wanted to spend Christmas alone this year, especially since her bitter breakup with that asshole. She pushed the thought away. “It’s about me tonight”, she said aloud. She was going to have a great Christmas without him. After all she had an absurdly over-sized roast in the oven and the apple pie she’d prepared from scratch was ready for baking. She reached for her snifter, took a sip of the generous amount of dark liquor she’d poured herself, and instantly felt the burn run through her. Logan closed her eyes and rested her head back on the couch, savouring the moment.
The high winds of the storm outside rattled the glass in the window, and Logan got up to look outside, just in time to see a pair of headlights slowly snaking down her street. She watched intently as the large vehicle slowed down and came to a halt. Oh dear. Someone’s stuck. She waited to see if there was any movement from the truck. A few seconds passed and its headlights went off as the driver’s side door opened. Her inquisitiveness took over and she continued to watch as a figure stepped out of the vehicle.
It was a man, a very tall man. He struggled to shut the door of the truck as the harsh winds of the blizzard blustered around him, while trying unsuccessfully to keep the scarf around his neck. She couldn’t make out his face, but her eyes stayed on him as he began walking up the street.
“I hope he gets to his destination safely,” she said to herself as she turned away from the window and headed into the kitchen.
The wind howled again, louder and this time the whole house seemed to shake. Her mind immediately went back to the man stranded outside in the cold. She removed her roast from the oven and just as she was replacing it with her apple pie, she heard a knock at her door.
When she answered the door, cracking it ever so slightly in an effort to keep the cold out, the force of the wind pushed it wide open, bringing a blast of cold air with it. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, her hands rubbing her arms, as she looked up into the face of the man she’d been watching through her window just moments before.
“Good evening ma’am. I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve but I’ve run into some trouble.”
He spoke with a slight drawl and she could have sworn she saw the corners of his full lips turn up slightly as he spoke. His complexion was dark, more than a few shades darker than her own caramel skin tones, and his eyes were light, almost hazel. In a word he was handsome, incredibly so. He was clad in a long black overcoat and a toque, with the scarf that she had seen him struggling with earlier still hanging loosely around his neck. She stood there dumbstruck and motionless for a few seconds before realizing that she was staring.
He looked down at his feet shyly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you or nothin’. I’m s’posed to meet some family about 30 miles from here but my truck didn’t make it and my cell is outta juice.”
“Well…uhhmm…come in,” she stammered, moving aside to make space for him in her tiny front hall. “It’s bitterly cold out there. I’ll let you use my phone.”
His arm brushed against hers as he tried to squeeze inside, and she felt her face flush. She closed the door and leaned her back against it, admiring the view of his back. Wow.
He turned to look at her and she felt a warmth exuding from him. His eyes trailed down her body to her ample hips and then back up to her face. He lingered at her mouth and again she noticed the beginnings of a smirk.
“I’m Logan,” she said, offering him her hand.
He removed his toque. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Name’s Tyler. Tyler Smith.” He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, his eyes meeting hers before he bowed his head to kiss it. Again, that warmth.
“It smells delicious in here,” he said, without releasing her hand.
“Well I just took my roast out of the oven, and put my apple pie in,” she replied, smiling.
He smiled back at her broadly, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.
As she took in his smile, Logan felt a sense of peace and…something else she couldn’t put her finger on. Here she was standing in front of a beautiful stranger, who spoke with a drawl and had all the charm of a southern gentleman. The fireplace was casting a warm glow in the room, the wonderful scent of herbs and spices were wafting throughout the house and it was Christmas Eve. Maybe this will be a merry Christmas after all. She caught herself staring at him again and quickly said, “I’ll get my phone so you can call your family. Would you like sit for a while and have a drink?” The words had escaped her lips before she’d even thought about asking them.
“That’s quite hospitable of you ma’am, but I don’t want to impose. So, I’ll just take that drink, make my call and then just wait for the tow truck in my car.”
Logan laughed. “Have you seen it out there? It’s freezing outside. I can’t let you wait in your car. You can wait as long as you have to in here, where it’s warm. In fact why don’t you stay and have dinner with me? My roast is more than big enough for two.” Damn. Did I really just ask this man to stay for dinner?
Tyler looked at her, as if trying to assess if she really meant what she had just said. “Well, Logan,” he spoke slowly, as he carefully removed his coat, “You’re in luck because where I come from they say you should never let a pretty lady have dinner alone…especially not on Christmas Eve.”
Logan grinned at him and took his coat. He followed her into the living room where she poured him some cognac. “There you go. Something to make you warm,” she said, handing him the glass. When he took the glass from her, his long fingers grazed hers, sending a shiver of yearning through her entire body.
“You know what, Logan? As delightful as I know this cognac is going to be, I don’t need it for warmth. The cold left my body the minute I saw your pretty face.”
Thank you, Santa! Logan smiled mischievously, as she picked up her glass and raised it to his. “Well then, here’s to an enjoyable evening with a new-found friend.”
To be continued…
I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the hotel room, anticipation in my veins. The pretty older lady sat next to me, her hand on my knee and a glint in her eyes. I could tell this wasn’t her first time.
Despite it being mine, I wasn’t nervous. I kept thinking back to the scene in the pool when my sexy lover took me from behind. Dammit. I still didn’t know his name.
The husband laid on the king-size bed beside me, his arms folded behind his head, his eyes fixed on me. The bulge in his swim shorts was still very apparent.
My lover sat in the chair in front of me, his eyes fixated on the older lady. I felt a tinge of…..something. I shrugged it off, knowing any feelings involved would ruin this moment.
I was still wet from the pool and my lover’s lovemaking and excused myself to the washroom.
“Let me come with you”, said the husband as he quickly arose to his feet. Excitement ran through my body yet again, a smile creeping on my lips. I looked over my shoulder at my lover who winked at me.
The husband didn’t wait until we reached the washroom. He slid his arms around me and cupped my breasts, pushing my swimsuit top away. I bent over to feel his bulge against my ass and he sighed out loud.
I turned the shower on and stepped in, removing my swimsuit bottom slowly over my hips. The husband did the same, revealing a wonderfully smooth hard shaft. My lips parted instinctively and I motioned for him to step into the bathtub with me.
The warm water ran over my body and the husband’s hands followed. He was rough and demanding and attentive. He didn’t leave one inch of my body untouched. I bent over again, this time holding onto the faucet for support and with no hesitation, he pushed his hard cock inside my warm, wet pussy. I cried out in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his length inside my walls.
I turned my head around my shoulder to find my lover standing naked at the doorway, watching the husband fuck me from behind. I smiled, an inexplicable feeling of naughty all over me. This was more pleasure than I could possibly handle.
My lover walked over to the tub, grabbed my head and rammed his heavy cock into my mouth. I moaned against him, making sure he felt the vibrations from my throat.
The wife appeared and walked over to my lover. She too was naked, her breasts perky and nipples hard. I almost wanted to lick them…
She tongue kissed my lover elaborately and slowly. She sucked on his tongue as I sucked on his cock and her husband fucked me from behind. My lover reached in between her legs and pushed two fingers into her. She moaned a soft moan and continued kissing him as her husband watched.
My lover pulled his cock away from my mouth and took me by the hands, guiding me back into the bedroom. I was dripping wet, but we ignored it. The husband and wife followed close behind. I looked at my lover and remembered his kisses from the pool and immediately wanted his mouth on mine. I turned around and threw my arms around his shoulders and looked him deep in his eyes before I welcomed his tongue in my mouth. He was passionate and sexy and the thought of sharing him with the wife…
…I pushed the thought away from my head and enjoyed his mouth.
I felt the wife behind me, her hands around my waist. She trailed kisses down my back and I arched at the sensation. Her husband stood behind her fondling her breasts. My lover stopped kissing me and took her nipple into his mouth. I turned around to face her. I wanted to watch my lover please her.
I stepped aside and watched as she grabbed the back of my lover’s head and pressed him into her chest. She threw her pretty head back and I got the sudden urge to kiss her.
I’d never kissed a woman before but these emotions and feelings were driving me over the brink of sexual madness. I wanted my selfish pleasure in every way.
I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and moist and I wanted more. My lover and her husband stood and watched as I put my hands on her breasts and massaged them gently. She moaned again and stepped closer to me. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me roughly towards her. I kissed her deep this time, enjoying her small tongue in my mouth.
We fell onto the bed, still kissing and touching and grabbing, our lovers watching nearby. She moved in between my legs and spread them, her eyes on me. I pushed up on my elbows, wanting to take in as much of her body as I could. I motioned for my lover to kiss me but he stood there, looking down at me, unmoving. Instead her husband got on the bed and straddled my face. He looked at me, wanting reassurance to continue. “Yes”, I pleaded. “Give me everything”.
Just then the wife delved deep into my pussy, her small tongue working magic on my clit. I grabbed the bed sheets and groaned out loud, wanting desperately to get fucked again by my lover. The husband pushed his dick into my mouth and it was his turn to moan.
My lover leaned over the bed and whispered in my ear, “Do you like this?” he asked. “Do you think you could take much more of this?” I couldn’t answer him but instead sucked the husband’s dick hungrily, not bothering to disguise the wonton look on my face and my desire to get fucked. I wanted the wife’s mouth and her husband’s dick in my pussy.
I wanted it all. I writhed against her mouth and grabbed the husband’s ass and pulled him further into my mouth all the while, watching my lover.
He was smiling that wicked sexy smile of his when he said, “Si mi amor. You’ll get it all”.
I stretched my legs out on the poolside chair, enjoying the blissfulness surrounding my body and mind. The sun was shining bright directly above me, warming every inch of me. Every inch. My mind wandered…
I imagined long, strong fingers oiling my back and my skin responded. Despite the heat, I had goose bumps. I ran my hands lightly over my chest, feeling the hardness of my nipples through my bikini top.
I opened my eyes and sat up and reached for my drink. I’d only end up feeling hotter if I continued with these thoughts. I shielded my eyes with my hand and looked around the pool area. It was quiet. A middle-aged couple lounged to my left, another couple was sitting at the swim-up bar, laughing and chatting amicably, an older man was talking to the bartender and his partner was sitting nearby at the patio table, reading her book. There was no one in the pool.
I walked over to the pool and stepped on the first step. The water was cool on my toes, sending a jolt of shivers up my body. I debated diving in but opted instead to sit at the edge and let the coolness overcome me gradually.
I sat back on my arms and closed my eyes again and lifted my face up to the sun. I heard the creak of the wooden steps leading into the pool area. Someone had walked in. I heard a male voice greeting the bartender in Spanish. His voice was low, barely audible.
There was movement in the water. Hmmm, I thought, no splashing came my way. This man had a clean dive. I listened as he swam one length of the pool and then another, pausing to take a breath at either side. I tried to imagine him in my head, tried to picture his face, but all I could see in my imagination was arms. I sighed out loud, almost embarrassed at making a sound in this serenity. I listened again and didn’t hear any water movement. I wanted so desperately to peek through one eye and sneak a look at this man but this mystery going in my head was just too delicious.
He was swimming again, reaching the sides faster this time. His breaths were shorter and more frequent. Dammit. Strong arms no doubt. I counted as he swam three, four, five pool lengths and then a deep intake of air and heavy breathing. And then stillness. Jesus. The silence was killing me.
I opened one eye and immediately had to open the other to focus my gaze on him.
How do I describe him without sounding melodramatic? The colour of his skin was a dark tan, like he’d spent many a day at the beach. It was smooth, almost tight and porcelain-like. And the arms? My imagination didn’t compare to these arms and shoulders standing several feet across from me. I looked at his face and almost got lost in his liquid-center dark eyes. He had a wide mouth, his lips were slightly parted and water was dripping from his thick head of hair onto his face.
He had bad written all over him. And I wanted to know his badness.
“Que miras?”, he spoke in Spanish. And he was speaking to me.
“I don’t speak Spanish”, I said.
“Lo entiendes”. It was a statement, not a question.
“Si”, I replied coolly. ”I understand”.
“Que miras?” he asked again.
“You. I’m looking at you”. My heart was already racing.
“Do you speak English?” I asked, realizing I just answered his question with a question.
“No importa. Me gusta lo que veo y estamos comunicandonos bien. Dime que te gusta de mi”.
“Your eyes. I can’t read them. And I’m good at reading eyes. There’s an aura about you. Something tells me I shouldn’t be talking to you”.
He threw his beautiful head back and laughed, causing the middle-aged couple to look over. I smiled a nervous smile.
“Ven aca mami”, he said quietly.
I swallowed hard. I got instant butterflies and there was a rollercoaster tingle in between my legs. I was still sitting at the edge of the pool, swinging my legs in the water. I jumped in, trying as hard as I could to be casual.
I saw a smile curve on his lips as he watched my body descend into the water. He was amused and the butterflies fluttered even quicker. He was making me nervous.
I walked over slowly, fully aware that his eyes were on me but I averted his gaze, wanting desperately to show him how strong I could be. I felt like he could see right through me. And at that moment, I was oozing with softness.
I approached him. He reached for my hands and quickly pulled me towards him, immersing my body in the cool water. I gasped and instinctively pulled away from his hands. I stood up defiantly in the water, trying to regain some composure but I knew I was failing horribly. He reached out again but this time he grazed the back of his hand on my hard nipple.
“Esto me encanta”, he whispered. I didn’t move. I wanted his hands on me, aware that my nipples were erect and fully attentive to his touch, wanting more.
“Como te llamas?”, he asked.
“Does it matter?”, I replied, immediately regretting my answer with a question, yet again.
“Quiero saber como llamarte cuando este gimiendo tu nombre, mami”.
“And what makes you think you’ll…..?” I trailed off, unable to complete my question.
He took a step towards me and bent his head into my ear. “Mmmmm, mami, si mami, damelo, asi mismo”, he moaned, mimicking fake lovemaking into my ear. I pulled away, trying to shake this desire building in my bones.
He tightened his grip on my arms, his eyes dark and brooding, warning me not to move. He pulled me closer to his body. He reached underwater and put his hands on my ass.
With one swift movement, he pushed my bikini bottom to the side and slid his middle finger inside me. I drew in a breath of air, feeling a mix of emotions at this man’s dauntless ways, excitement and fear both running through my veins, the appetite building in between my legs.
“Tu cuerpo esta frio”, he breathed into my hair and dug his finger deeper into me. “Tus entrañas estan ardiente senorita”.
I dug my nails into his shoulders. He didn’t flinch.
“Do you want it?”, I asked, scratching my nails down his back. The fervor in my body had overcome the fear I was feeling just seconds earlier. Something had to be done about it.
“Lo quiero. Y lo hare mio”, he replied in a hushed tone.
He pulled at my bottom with one hand and kept the other on my ass, as if securing my position. I had the feeling that if I tried to pull away, he would have been forceful. This excited me even further.
He pulled my swimsuit bottom completely off and I felt him move underwater. I knew what he was doing. I looked around anxiously, making sure no one was watching. Everyone was absorbed in their own activities. I needed this man inside me now and fast before anyone realized what was happening in the pool.
He looked me directly in my eyes, hunger written all over his face. I wanted so bad to have his mouth on mine but all he did was stare into my eyes. I moved in closer, pressing my breasts on his chest, making sure he felt the hardness of my nipples.
He positioned my legs on either side of him and guiding me on top, he pushed himself inside. I felt every beautiful inch of his length inside me. Fuck. He closed his eyes and whispered something I didn’t understand. I bit my lip to prevent crying out. I grabbed his shoulders and watched him. I wanted to move on him, to ride him out of control but I couldn’t draw any attention to us. If I got out of control, this would be over sooner than it started.
I felt his heart pounding against mine. His cock was deep inside me, but it was still and unmoving. This was torture.
He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“Sabes lo rico que se siente esto?” he whispered. “Esta tomando todas mis fuerzas para no dartelo duro en tu concha caliente”. Something about controlling himself from pounding me. I didn’t care what he said at this point. I needed him.
His eyes darted around the pool. He pushed up inside as far as he could go. I moaned slightly and he pressed his lips up against my face.
“Callate. Piensas que te puedo coger callado?” I turned my face so my mouth was against his.
“No”, I said. “I can’t. I can’t stay quiet if you keep torturing me like this. Fuck it please. Fuck me”, I said.
He kissed me then, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me as close to him until we were almost one. His mouth was fresh and cold and his tongue was hard and probing against mine. He was demanding, sucking on my tongue deep and biting on my lips. He thrust up into me once, twice, three times and my pussy responded well around his cock.
I swayed my hips against his, feeling him deep inside my walls. He was filling me perfectly and his mouth against mine was adding to the intensity.
Dear God, this man was blowing my mind.
He grabbed my waist forcefully and with his mouth still on mine, he moved me up and down on his cock, slamming into me as hard as the water would allow. I sucked on his tongue hard, unable to express myself any other way. My arms were tightly wound around his neck, my body wanting his hands all over me. Every inch of my being wanted him inside.
He pulled away and stopped moving. “Mami, si te sigues moviendo asi, me haces venir”, he whispered into my mouth.
My orgasm was building and I couldn’t stop now.
“No papi, please, I can’t stop now. I need you. I need you to fuck me”, I said.
I looked around quickly and noticed the middle-aged man lounging with his wife. He was sitting up in his chair and he was watching us. I licked my lips nervously and winked at him. He was spellbound, a dazed look on his face. His wife lay quietly on the chair next to him, unaware of her surroundings. “We have a voyeur”, I whispered into my sexy lover’s ear, not removing my eyes from the man on the chair.
I moved on my mystery man’s cock again, my mouth open in desire. I threw my head back purposely, suddenly enjoying the attention. I bit my lover’s ear gently and licked his earlobe ever so slowly. I heard my new lover gasp in my ear and the man in the chair shifted in his seat.
I couldn’t wait. I needed to bounce on this man. I had to have him hard and fast. “Come with me papi”, I said, my eyes still on the other man. I leaned into my lover and kissed him hard, making sure to keep my eyes open so the man could watch me. I ground my pussy on him as much as I possibly could, feeling the pressure build on my clit. I was seconds away.
“Papi, do you feel it? Do you feel this pussy throbbing? I’m going to come all over your dick papi, I’m going to scream”, I said, louder than I’d wanted to, maintaining eye contact with the man.
“Callate la boca mujer”, he moaned into my ear.
“I can’t”, I muttered. “I can’t take this anymore”. I returned my gaze back to my new lover and thrust my pussy on his cock over and over again.
“Kiss me papi”, I said. “Kiss me hard”. He sucked on my lips, my tongue, my chin. He licked my ear and right at that moment, the waves started rushing over me. “Look at me”, I said. “I want you to watch me come”. I pushed down hard on his cock, aware of the other man’s eyes on me. I dug my nails into my lover’s back again, this time in desperation and I bit my lip hard to silence my screams.
Oh. My. God. My pussy throbbed and ached around his hardness and I came hard. I dipped my head back into the refreshing water and looked up at the man on the chair. His expression and position hadn’t changed except for the bulge in between his legs now. The woman laying beside him was now peering over her sunglasses, her mouth slightly open, watching me and my lover in the pool. I smiled.
Then, with both hands on my ass again, my lover lifted me and turned us around to face the couple. He took my arms and pinned them behind my back as he settled his cock inside me from behind. I watched the look on the woman’s face as her eyes widened at the sight of my lover. My bikini top had slid off and my breast was slightly exposed but my lover had me motionless and I was enjoying the way the other man was eyeing it.
My lover proceeded to fuck me very slowly from behind, exaggerating every move for our audience. I licked my lips at the woman and bent over further to feel my lover deeper inside.
“Ay mami”, he said, loud enough for the couple to hear now. I smiled again, enjoying every second of his cock inside. “Tomalo mami, toma esta verga dura dentro de ti. Te gusta?” he repeated it over and over. “Tomalo mami. Tomalo todo.”
He put his hand around my throat and I could tell from his movements he was on the brink of his orgasm.
“Give it to me”, I said, directing my words to the man on the chair. “Give me what you got baby”.
My lover pounded into me, my breasts now fully exposed and bouncing in the water. I looked around to see who else was watching and realized now that the bartender had his eyes on us. I’d never felt so carefree and sexy, enjoying the mini audience nearby. I could tell the arousal in the woman’s eyes now and there was no mistaking how turned on the man was. I turned to look at my lover over my shoulder and we locked eyes, desire and lust evident between us. He pressed his face against mine and fucked my pussy with short and quick thrusts over and over again. He groaned quietly and bit my cheek hard in passion, his dick now throbbing inside me.
I felt the rush of liquid in my already wet pussy. He let go of my throat and put both his hands on my breasts, squeezing them together for the couple to see. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear and then, quite unexpectedly, he turned to the man on the chair and in perfect English said,
“Would you like to trade?”
You still want me in that pussy baby?
You know this. The thought of having your hands and mouth on me still gives me goosebumps. My body shakes in anticipation.
Is that right?
Yes. And I’m gonna moan and make noise and you’ll wanna punish me; pull my hair, smack my ass and dig deeper in these walls…..
Mmmm. And then you suck on this dick and bend that ass over for me.
I wanna taste me on you. I want that dick drenched in my juice. Then you can slide it all down my throat. I want you looking in my eyes when we fuck. I want you on top of me. Controlling. Watching. Loving. Can you do that?
I’m going to pin you on your back and look into your eyes and see how deep I can get. Can you take all of me?
I’m going to take you. I WILL take all of you.
Do you want me to be gentle?
Maybe in the beginning, as you stroke and kiss and love me…
I will be. My touch and my kisses are gentle. Sensual. And when you give me that pussy? I’m going to kiss it wet. Enter you slowly. And then when you want it pounded, I will grind and pound to your command and make you come over and over and over again.
I want you…
Come get me…
I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m not sure if you left me for him or if you don’t even know I’m here. I’m praying it’s the latter.
He pinned me down. I had no control. He had my arms pinned behind my back as he pounded away. And I think I liked it. I think I did. But the tears were streaming down my face.
She just watched. I don’t remember if the look on her face was enjoyment…..or if there was possibly a hint of pity? Perhaps sadness?
He made me come Michael. He made me scream his name. And I did. I had no control. His dick is huge and its thick and the way he moved inside me….I raised my hips up against him further, unwillingly but wantonly. I wanted him deeper.
And he pushed deeper. My breathing got heavier. Eventually I started to scream. And I had no control.
He made me scream his name. Did I tell you that already? I was crying and screaming his name. And I wish I had the words to explain the look on his face. He scares me Michael. And I have no control.
He turned me over and pressed my head down into the mattress until I couldn’t breathe. I was starting to panic but she spoke from where she was seated. She said something in Spanish, something I didn’t understand. He let go of my head then and I came up for air. He listens to her. I know he listens even though he makes the rules.
He came inside me Michael. He made no noise but I knew from his movements and from his breathing that he came. And I felt it run out of me. I felt him come out of me. And it ran out of my pussy and down my legs.
He watched it. He watched my face. He took his fingers and rammed them into me. He brought his fingers to my mouth and traced my lips. I didn’t want to taste it. It wasn’t yours.
Where are you? Why’d you leave me here? Why haven’t you been back? How long has it been? Do you not care? Don’t you want me anymore? I wouldn’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be with me after him either.
Within minutes, he was hard again. He had me on my knees facing him. I didn’t want to do it Michael. I didn’t want to. But I had no control.
I can’t tell you what happened. It would be too much for you to bear. It was too much for me.
She came over and took me to the bathroom and ran a bath for me. She was so pleasant and gentle. She wiped my face clean with a warm cloth, removing any trace of him from my skin. Tears still fell and she wiped them too. Then she kissed me, full on the mouth. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue on my lips, inside my mouth, tracing my teeth with her tongue. She sucked at my mouth, as if she wanted to suck his taste from me. She enjoyed it too much.
I’m weak. I’m confused. I’m weary and dazed. I wish I could recall my steps. I wish I knew how I got here.
You need to help me. How are you going to save me? How do I get out? The only sunlight I see is the morning rays that come through the window. And I think of you. I remember your smiling face and then I cry some more. As soon as she comes in, she draws the curtains closed and your smile fades. She tells me every morning that the Master likes it this way.
And I have no control Michael.
She opened her eyes. She squinted even though there was barely any light in the room. Her head was pounding. Her mouth was dry. She tried to lick her lips. They felt rough, dry, chapped. She moved to get up and realized she was tied up. She looked up and saw her right wrist bound against the bedpost by what looked like a rag. It was dirty.
“Michael?” She spoke out loud, realizing then how scratchy her throat was. She listened. No sound of Michael.
She thought hard, trying to remember how she had gotten into this position. What happened to Michael? This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t Michael’s place either. Jesus. Where was she?
“Michael?” she spoke louder this time, feeling her blood pressure rise slightly. Still no sound of a reply. Silence everywhere.
She tugged at her wrist and got on her knees, trying to untie the dirty rag. She was naked. There was not one piece of clothing on her body. She suddenly felt dirty. Something wasn’t right; this didn’t feel right. She never felt dirty after being with Michael.
She was in pain. Her body was aching. She didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know what was happening. She felt a lump in her throat as she fought back tears. This wasn’t Michael’s doing.
“Someone help me!” she cried out. “Help!”
She listened intently. She heard a slight rustling coming from outside the door. Keys perhaps? Was she locked in this room?
The door opened slowly, quietly. She felt for bed sheets, a comforter, something to cover her body with. Nothing.
She heard footsteps.
“Hello? Who’s there?” she whimpered.
“Shhh,” came a soft voice from the door.
A silhouette appeared from the corner of the bed. “Ms. Savannah, please, you need to keep it down,” the female voice said in a whisper.
“I’m going to turn the light from the bathroom. Cover your eyes. They’ll be sensitive and might hurt.” There was a slight accent in the woman’s voice, possibly South American or European. The woman spoke in broken English.
The light came on just as the stranger had warned her. Savannah tried to shield her eyes with her free hand. When her eyes adjusted, she looked around the room. She didn’t recognize her surroundings. She looked up to see who had come to her rescue.
Standing by her bedside, smiling ever so sweetly at her, was a petite, dark-skinned woman. She had dark almond shaped eyes and a full mouth, with hair as dark as her eyes, wrapped up on her head. She was dressed in a crisp, white collared shirt and black slacks.
“You look much better today,” the woman said.
“Today? What do you mean today? Who are you?”
The woman’s face went sad. “You don’t remember me Ms. Savannah?”
Savannah’s heart was at her throat. How was she supposed to know this woman? Why was she tied up? Where was Michael? She needed questions answered and she didn’t know where to start.
“Please,” Savannah started, “I need you to call Michael for me”.
The woman smiled.
“Oh Ms. Savannah. You no need Michael no more. Master will take good care of us.”
“Who is Master? I need Michael please. I need to go.”
The woman untied Savannah’s wrist and helped Savannah on her feet.
“It’s time for you bath. Come before he come. You have to be ready. We have special company today. Come. I make you pretty and desirable again.”
Savannah’s anxiety was slowly turning into rage. She wanted to run, escape; she needed to get out of this filthy disgusting room.
“Ms. Savannah, you try already, don’t you remember? That how you get this nasty bruise on your face. Don’t fight. You always enjoy,” said the woman in her soothing voice. “Let’s go, let Esperanza take care of you. You like me and I like you remember?”
She spoke as if Savannah were a child. Bruise? What bruise?
Esperanza took Savannah by the hand and guided her to the bathroom. It was exquisite. There were large paintings on the walls, a chaise lounge to which Esperanza motioned for Savannah to sit while she drew water into the extra large, classic looking claw-footed bathtub. The paintings though, the paintings looked similar to the ones she’d seen in…
Damian! She was at Damian’s house! She sighed out loud and Esperanza glanced over at her.
“Is coming back now Ms. Savannah?”
“It’s Damian. Thank God. This is Damian’s house right? But why am I tied up? Where is Damian? Can you get him for me?”
Esperanza said nothing and took Savannah’s hands and helped her to her feet. Savannah winced in pain. Her body was sore. Why was she sore? This wasn’t making any sense.
Savannah straightened her still naked body, surprised at herself for feeling no shame in front of this strange woman. She looked in the mirror and tears instantly came to her eyes. She had a dark bruise on her right cheek and a scratch above her eye. Her dark, curly hair was disheveled and she had red marks all over her shoulders. She looked down at her breasts and noticed what looked like bite marks. She looked back at Esperanza in a panic, tears now streaming down her face.
“Shhhhh,” said the woman. “Come in the bath. You feel better soon.”
Savannah stepped into the tub, slightly taken aback by the heat of the water. She slid in completely, letting the water cover her whole body and face. She closed her eyes and held her breath as long as she could, letting the hot water soothe her. She came up, gasping for air, feeling awake and alive. She needed to get herself together in order to figure out what was going on. She needed to clear her head, find Damian and get back to Michael.
She turned to ask Esperanza something and lost her train of thought.
There, standing by the side of the bathtub was Esperanza, hair let loose and long down her back, fully nude.
Savannah couldn’t help but stare. This woman’s body was flawless. Her skin was caramel-colored and smooth and firm, full breasts high and tight. Her stomach was flat, her ass was round and there was a perfect hairless mound in between her thighs. Savannah was mesmerized. This woman was beautiful. Esperanza smiled.
“Is like the first time every time,” she whispered.
She turned to the counter and returned to Savannah with a bottle of water and a little paper cup.
“Your medication,” she said.
Savannah looked inside the cup and saw two little white pills. She looked up at Esperanza. “I’m not on medication,” she spoke, her voice barely audible.
Esperanza laughed a soft, provocative laugh. “You say this every time. Take it. It make you feel nice for Master and me.”
Master and me, Savannah repeated to herself. Something wasn’t right but she was trusting this woman. She didn’t feel any ill ways with her. But she wasn’t giving her any answers. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to take the “medication”.
“I don’t want to take it. I feel nice already,” she said.
Esperanza put the water and pills down on the counter and got into the tub with Savannah. Savannah sat up immediately.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Ms. Savannah, you ask too many questions every time. Master will be here soon, let me wash your hair.”
Esperanza got on her knees and climbed over Savannah until their eyes met.
“I love your eyes. I like you. I like Master bring you here for us,” and she bent and kissed Savannah.
Her lips were soft, her breath was fresh and Savannah made no attempt to push her away. Unwillingly, Savannah’s lips parted when the woman probed with her tongue. She kissed her so lovingly, so gently; unlike any way any man had ever kissed her. Esperanza’s tongue flicked Savannah’s lightly, enticing her further. Esperanza moved away, looking down at Savannah with a hunger in her eyes. Esperanza trailed a finger around Savannah’s mouth and Savannah opened her mouth to take her finger inside. Instead, Esperanza slid her finger down Savannah’s chin, her neck and in between her breasts.
Savannah heard a noise and looked over at the door.
There, in all his allure and class, all his masculinity and beauty, stood Damian, dressed in a tailored suit and Italian leather shoes. Savannah’s heart jumped against her will. He looked so fine but yet so….evil?
“Don’t let me stop you. Continue,” he spoke in his deep, authoritative voice. He removed his suit jacket and threw it over his shoulders, quickly undoing his tie and belt. He left a trail of clothes on his way over to the tub.
Savannah tried to smile, but instinct warned her not to. She felt Esperanza’s hands on her body, caressing her breasts, gently nipping at her nipple. Savannah gasped uncontrollably.
“She’s good, isn’t she?” said Damian.
The woman moved then, sliding her hands over Savannah’s belly and under her ass. She looked at Damian, as if waiting for approval.
Savannah noticed Damian’s nod and suddenly, the woman’s head moved in between Savannah’s legs and all Savannah could feel was her tongue on her clit.
Savannah tried pushing Esperanza’s head away, hating the feeling that was starting to build inside. But the woman was stronger than Savannah expected and she tightened her grip on Savannah’s ass.
“And this is why you have to listen to Esperanza and take your meds Savannah. Are you going to behave or do we have to do this the hard way?”
Esperanza continued her work, moving her skillful tongue around the hood of Savannah’s clit, stopping slightly to flick her tongue continuously in non-stop movement. This time Savannah didn’t push her away. Instead, she yielded to her feeling and pulled her closer, wanting full satisfaction.
“Move your hands,” his words startled Savannah. Immediately she moved her hands away. Esperanza didn’t stop.
Damian stood by the tub, naked now, his full length shiny and hard by Savannah’s face. He reached into the water and slipped his finger deep into Esperanza. Savannah felt a sudden tinge of uncontrollable jealousy, wishing it was her pussy Damian could plunge into. Damian moved his fingers in and out of Esperanza and she moaned into Savannah’s pussy. Damian removed his fingers and brought them up to Savannah’s lips. She looked up at him, awaiting direction.
Damian did not speak a word. Instead he shoved three fingers into Savannah’s mouth, forcing them down her throat, making her gag.
“That’s the sound I love,” he smiled. “Do you want more?”
Savannah licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Damian’s. Esperanza remained in between Savannah’s thighs, lips and tongue working magic like she hadn’t felt in a long time.
He stood right above her face now. He grabbed her hair forcefully and demonstrating his power, he swiftly shoved every inch of his cock into Savannah’s parted mouth. Savannah tried to pull back, unable to take all of him in her mouth but Damian held her head in position and fucked her mouth. Hard.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded. She did as she was told, her eyes now filled with tears.
“Take it bitch, you know you can take it. Don’t make me choke you again,” he said in his deep voice.
Savannah was struggling now. She was struggling with her approaching orgasm, wanting desperately to pull Esperanza’s mouth deeper inside, wanting so badly to have Damian pound her pussy, yet struggling to keep Damian’s big cock in her mouth. She was afraid she was going to choke. And the feeling of panic arose inside her.
She had no control over this situation.
She put her hands up to Damian and tried to push him away.
Damian laughed, throwing his head back as he did.
“I knew you’d put up a fight. Finish her off mi corazon,” he said to Esperanza. Esperanza slipped two fingers into Savannah’s throbbing pussy and moved faster on her clit. Damian took Savannah’s neck in between both his hands and squeezed, fucking her mouth with his dick, just as easily as if it was her pussy.
Savannah didn’t fight him. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, trying to relax her throat. Damian’s big hands were around her throat, he was choking her as he continued his thrusting. Savannah kicked her legs helplessly up in the air. Esperanza’s mouth and fingers were hitting her spots just right and just as she felt the waves rush over her, tears streaming down her face, wanting so desperately but helplessly to scream out her orgasm…
…she blacked out.
“I really wanna be with you, but something’s telling me I should leave you alone and you got me just torn in between the two….”
She stood facing the window, her bare back exposed for his view. She wore black lace panties.
She exhaled, letting the euphoria of the drug fill her head, her mind, her thoughts. She giggled.
“What are you laughing at?”, he asked from the bed.
She turned her head to look at him, her hair falling in front of her face.
“Can I record this?”, she asked.
“You. Me. Us.”
He laughed his deep, hearty laugh.
“See what a little greenery will make you do?”, he said, a smug look on his face.
He watched her move. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d been waiting for her sex like this. Uninhibited and weak for his loving. She moved slowly over to the bed where he lay, her naked breasts in perfect sight. He felt a stirring underneath the bed sheets.
“Come on. Let me record us. Then I can replay it over and over. What do you think about that? Doesn’t it turn you on to think I want to watch us over and over again? I want to replay the sound of you fucking me repeatedly.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her, wanting desperately to throw her on the bed and beat her the way he wanted to. But he wanted to make this last. His time with her was cherished, especially under the circumstances. He needed to make sure she’d always be back for more.
She stood at the edge of the bed now, standing right above his head. He turned his head to look up at her, admiring her face. Her eyes. Her mouth. Oh God, that mouth.
He reached out to her and slowly placed one finger into the top of her undies, teasing her just above her mound. Immediately her lips parted, the tip of her tongue licking her lips provocatively.
She was so sensual with her moves. Sometimes he wondered whether she exaggerated her movements just to drive him crazy, or if she was genuinely sensual. He rememebered the first time…..the way she arched her back just right for his entry. The way she wrapped her legs around his waist to meet his every thrust. The way she’d ride his cock, slowing down at every appropriate moment and speeding up just when he wanted to come. Whether she was being real with her actions or not, he thought, she made him feel exceptional.
He continued his probing, dipping lower into her panties, anxious to see further reactions.
She moved away and stretched behind her, picking up her phone. She brought it up to her face, her smile giving away her excitement.
“Let me set this up”, she said, a twinkle in her eye.
There was no mistaking her anticipation. He tried to equally contain his elated feelings, knowing he‘d have coverage of her to watch over and over again. “Yes babe, set it up”.
She was feeling so heady, her arms heavy as she pressed buttons on her phone, anxious to get on him.
She was enjoying this feeling inside. Her mind was racing, thoughts of everything she wanted to do overflowing into one another. Her mouth was dry now, her eyelids bulky and her knees ready to buckle. She moved closer to the bed…
He reached up and cupped either of her breasts in his hands, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin under his touch. He traced her nipples with his thumb, taking pleasure in the expression on her face.
She felt different. She knew this was different. It wasn’t only the intoxication in her body and her head. It was this. It was this room. It was him. She couldn’t think about it for too long or else she might change her mind…
He noticed the change in her mood and sat up in bed, turning around to face her. Before she could even move, he put his arms around her and dug his fingers on her ass, allowing her no movement. He looked up at her face to quickly reassure her just before he kissed her…in between her legs.
Instantly, she grabbed the back of his head, urgency suddenly building inside her walls. This was good. Oh fuck, this was good, but this was just the beginning of what she knew so adamantly would blow her away.
He loved the way she tasted. Her pussy was always so wet and inviting. He knew she was extra freaky today. The joint they smoked moments ago guaranteed it.
She tried to adjust her footing, to give him more access to her wetness. But his hands were firmly gripping her ass. Her mind was reeling, her arms still heavy and limp. She needed to feel him deep inside. “Oh, my head”, she thought. “What am I doing?”
He moved his tongue lightly around her clit, feeling the slight pulse against his mouth. He smiled against her pussy, feelings of satisfaction from within. He liked the way he made her feel.
She couldn’t handle it any longer. She couldn’t stand there a minute longer while he loved her pussy with his mouth. A thought crossed her mind. “Why not? Why can’t I? He wants me doesn‘t he? I’ll let him have me”. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
He wasn’t done exploring her pussy. He wanted to lick every last bit of her. He was on his back now, while she got ready to straddle him. He grabbed her ass again and guided her body upwards, higher than where his cock would meet her pussy. He saw the look of surprise on her face when, with one single movement, he placed his head in between her legs.
She looked down at him, his eyes staring intently at her. He’d talked about this. He’d talked about having her straddle his face this way. She moaned out loud, enjoying his movement on her. His mouth tongue kissed her pussy, gentle, loving caresses she could have sworn she’d never felt before. She reached behind her, trying desperately to feel his cock in her hands, adjusting her pussy in his mouth, allowing herself total and uncontrollable bliss. It was his turn to moan and she thought she’d explode from the vibration coming from his mouth.
He could tell she was close to her orgasm, the throbbing of her pussy in his mouth told him so. He lapped at her pussy quickly and swiftly, anxious to have her ride his dick. He flicked at the tip of her clit over and over again, wanting so badly to fuck her.
“Oh God“, she said out loud. “Oh God, I’m going to come. Oh please don’t make me come like this. Please don’t let me come”, she said urgently. “I need to feel you inside, please. I need to have you deep inside”, she moaned out loud. Suddenly she stopped moving and quickly got off his mouth. She moved down across his chest, licking his nipples along the way. She turned around, her ass now facing him. She straddled him and very swiftly, placed his cock inside her throbbing wet pussy. She threw her head back in amazement at his size inside her. She’d almost forgotten how greatly he filled her, how his thickness consumed her pussy this way. She couldn’t control the screams now.
He smiled at her pleasure. She was feisty and wanted her way. Oh how he wanted to fuck her right. She was straddled reverse cowgirl style and her pussy was wet enough that his hard, long cock slid easily into her. He loved her bouncing ass in his face. Oh fuck, was he ever going to bust up in this pussy. “Oh yes”, he screamed aloud. “Oh, fuck yes babe”.
She moved up and down on his shaft, her pussy walls tightening their grip on his cock. She couldn’t control it. She couldn’t control her throbbing any longer. She pressed down against his hardness and with a fierceness she couldn’t relate to because of the fogginess inside her head, she came, waves of pleasure overcoming her body.
And she screamed his name out loud…
Damn that ass. I watched her walk away, secretly glad I’d suggested that red dress. It hugged her in all the right places.
I smiled to myself, my mind going back to just a couple of hours ago, when I had her bent over the bathroom sink, pounding away at that pussy. She took it like a woman. I almost screamed out that damn “L” word when I nut. The woman drove me crazy.
I don’t know what it is about her. This vibe she gives off makes me want to tongue that kitty all day long. That’s what she deserves. A full day of my tongue action on her pussy. Her words melt me. And I know she ain’t doing it on purpose either. Her actions, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, it‘s all natural to her. Why’d she have to look at me like that for?
She did it just now as she walked away from me with Damian. She looked over her shoulders, that erotic look in her eyes like she wanted to eat me alive. I’m sure Damian had something to do with it. I’m damn sure of it.
He was standing really close behind her when I walked back in to the living room with our drinks. I ain’t even gonna lie. Something jerked inside me, I don’t even want to think of what it could be…
I mean, I know she’s got other lovers, at least I think so. I don’t think I’m her only one. And we’ve discussed fantasies and role-playing and shit like that. She’s always so eager to please. Which is why I keep coming back to her. Savannah knows how to hit my spots. No woman’s ever blown my mind the way she has. Among other things. Damn. And the thought of letting her have Damian? For her own pleasure? It crossed my mind. Actually, come to think of it…it was Damian’s idea.
Men talk. We know this. And Damian had been bragging one day at the office about some lady he’d brought home after the club who gave him mouth action in the cab ride home. Of course, being a man, I retorted with, “My woman got freaky with me IN the club”. This got Damian’s attention and we started exchanging stories.
He’d asked me, during one of our sex talks, if Savannah ever brought another man into the scene.
“See if she’s up for it bro’”, he’d said, “I mean, the way you talk about her, she might enjoy getting dicked down AND sucking dick at the same time. Hey, it’s not like you’re exclusive to each other right? You’re not in a committed relationship. And you don’t love her so how hard would it be to share her for a night?”
I hadn’t liked the way he’d said “share her for a night”. I know Damian. What he wants, he gets. I’d forgotten all about that conversation until today, until I saw him standing behind her so intimately.
But I wasn’t about to compete with my boss for my woman. I make light of it, but I know the way Savannah feels about me. I can’t let her know I know; that’ll mess up our whole arrangement. I like what we’ve got. Naw, I more than like what we’ve got. I’ll please her any way she wants to be pleased…and I’m all the man she needs.
My mind wandered to that damn dress again. Her breasts were looking so proper too, looking like they were ready to be freed at a single touch. I know she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress. That’s my Savannah. Always ready and willing at the mere mention of the word from my lips.
Fuck. Thoughts of Damian’s hands on her arms kept pushing back into my mind. I’d seen the way she looked when she walked away from me. He couldn’t have possibly tried to seduce her in the short amount of time that I was away from them, could he?
I pictured her hands around his shoulders, her head thrown back provocatively, inviting kisses on her neck and throat. Oh how I loved that throat. She always looked so demure and sweet when she did that, completely opposite to the strong and sexy woman that I know her to be. My mind was reeling. I pictured Damian’s hands on her ass, pushing her dress away to get to that sweetness that was mine. I saw my woman undressing him, her hands anxious and desperate to get to his nakedness. I saw my woman straddled on top of my boss, enjoying the feel of him underneath. I saw her lips parted and his finger in her mouth, Savannah sucking away, rolling her tongue around his finger. I swear I felt my cock stir and instantly got mad at myself for thinking this way.
Dammit. I took a swig of beer and ignored the nonsense in my head. I couldn’t be jealous. “I’m not jealous”, I told myself. “If Savannah finds Damian attractive and wants to sex him, I’ll let her do her thing and step away”.
A sudden urge of anger shot through me. I chugged back the rest of my beer and walked across the room where I’d left them. I looked around, trying to think of which way he’d taken her. There were more guests since we’d arrived and there was a soft murmur of conversation within the house. I strained my hearing, listening for her voice.
What I heard from around the corner was no mistake. It was Savannah’s soft whisper. I turned the corner and stopped just before the entrance to the room.
Why was I acting this way? What did I expect to find? Damian had taken her away to show her his collection of art. How would I look barging in on them, interrupting her art lesson? What would she think? She’d think I was a jealous control freak and she’d get turned off from me. I didn’t want to risk losing her…
And this was my boss. I didn’t want to jeapordize my relationship with him, no matter what we’d discussed in the past.
“You know what she’s doing Michael”, a voice said inside my own head, “and sub-consciously, you knew when Damian took her away, you knew this would happen. Think about it. She‘s not really your woman, is she?” I shook my head at myself, trying to shake it all away.
What if…? Fuck this. What if…? Damn. What’ll I do?
I stepped ahead quietly, being very careful so no one could see me. I held onto the wall and peered inside.
There she was.
Savannah lay on her back, her dress pushed up to her waist, legs apart.
And there, face down in her pussy, eating her with a fierceness I’ve only seen in movies, was Damian.
I froze. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t. I held my breath, careful not to make any noise and be found out.
I didn’t know what to do. My heart was pounding at my throat and something inside made me want to knock this motherfucker out cold…..
…but at the same time, I voyeuristically wanted to stand there and watch my woman moan and groan at another man’s touch.
Savannah’s eyes were closed, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in deeper. She moaned. It wasn’t a loud moan but it was a moan nontheless. I could hear the licking noises he was making with her pussy. She lifted her hips up higher to him, trying to maximize her pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s my girl”, I thought.
There was no mistaking my cock this time. It was hard. Watching my woman in this wanton lust, getting pleased by another man was exciting me. I grabbed my dick, trying to adjust it in my pants, wanting so much to walk in the room and shove it in her mouth. This was some bullshit.
“I want you”, she panted. “I want you so bad Damian”, I heard her say. Fuck. These were words I’d heard. I did this to her. I made her moan and groan like this. I should be there. Not him.
I watched as Damian pushed his pants down, freeing his cock for her to see. And she smiled. I saw her smile.
There was a jab at my heart, some kind of feeling I wasn’t willing to explore right now. I was entranced at this show. This was definitely a guilty pleasure.
Damian teased her with his cock, making my woman crazy with desire for him. And then her voice again.
“Damian, please, we don’t have much time. Please just fuck me.”
She wanted to get fucked. She was filled with desire for this other man.
He pushed into her and she moaned again. I watched as she writhed against him, looking to get her 30 seconds of pulsating pleasure.
I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit. I wanted her so bad just then, I wanted to please her and make her come. I wanted to be that guy. My dick stood rock-hard against the fabric of my boxers, making me want to pound into her.
She was going to come. I knew this. I could tell by her movements that my woman was on the brink of her orgasm. I wanted so bad to give her my pleasure…I wanted to be Damian…
…fuck. Fucking hell. I swear my heart fell to the ground…..
Savannah opened her eyes and looked over at the door.