Grayson – Part 1

It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside in the terrace for brunch today. I have to address him as Master Damian. Esperanza warned me. He can be mean if I don’t. And I know what happens when he’s mean.

Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I enjoy the way she kisses me when I’m crying and she’s trying to soothe me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Master Damian watches. I know he feels bad most times.

Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.

I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.

I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting a guest? I haven’t talked to anyone besides Esperanza in….weeks, I think. Master doesn’t really talk to me. He just gives me orders.

He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.

“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.

Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.

He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he removes his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.

There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now. The drugs make me nice and I forget why I’m angry or sad.

He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness and I wish I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…

“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up.

“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.

He fills my pussy up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock my pussy gets. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.

He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.

I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…

Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…

Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness in a very long time.  I don’t know how long.  I’ve lost count of the days.  Or maybe it’s been weeks.  I don’t know.

Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”

“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”

Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.

“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”

I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Esperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.

I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….

I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things always get ugly.

I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood. There’s a shadow by the entrance and I look up to lock eyes with the most amazing green eyes I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare.

Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.

“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers. I don’t know what she means but I smile at her.

Damian and the new man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.

Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy and sun-kissed. His white polo is snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is light brown and falls slightly over his forehead. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.

I am immediately smitten.

And something tells me Master will be upset…

(This is where it all began.)

Dear Michael

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.

What’s Michael thinking?

Esperanza

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.”

Master?

“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.

*Read Savannah’s plea to Michael*

Torn

“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.

“Record what?”

“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? 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 him. 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 remembered the first time, on the carpet floor…..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 rode 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 did it just how he loved it.  And he needed it more often.

He continued his probing, dipping lower into her panties, anxious to watch further reactions.

She moved away and reached 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 heavy 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 pressed his fingers onto 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 drugs 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 and she had to fight the words in her head. “Jesus,” 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.   And this would have to happen again, he had to make sure of it.

She couldn’t handle it any longer.  She couldn’t stand there a minute longer while he loved her pussy with his mouth.  She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

He wasn’t done exploring her.  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 up towards his mouth.  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 and here she was, moaning out loud, enjoying his movement on her.  His mouth 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 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 again. 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.  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 on him 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 inside her. “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…

“Oh, Damian!”

The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 3 – Michael: There Goes My Baby

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 real 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.  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 pushed 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.  Man, I love that throat.  She always looks so demure and sweet when she does 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 is 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 surge 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 jeopardize 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 voyeuristic-ally 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 nonetheless.  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.

“Michael.”

The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 2 – Damian

We walked into the mansion and my eyes widened at the sight. The house looked like it belonged on an exotic island.

The bank president’s home was situated on a hill, just outside the city, overlooking a small, man-made lake that connected to the outdoor pool. Guests were already gathering around the bar outside on the patio.

I stood back and admired the decor.

Red velvet curtains. Dark brown walls. There were erotic paintings hanging from the walls, what looked like figures in different sexual positions. It was very Kama Sutra. I shot Michael a look. He was in awe just as much as I was.

Michael came to my side. “Wine?”, he asked. I smiled, admiring the smug look on his face, his satisfaction in knowing my drink preference.

I watched him make his way to the bar on the patio, loving the way the linen pants fell from his hips. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and imagined his hips on top…

“You like the artwork?” A man’s deep voice behind me. I started to turn around to look and then, “Don’t turn around. Let’s observe this together.”

His voice was deep, deeper than Michael’s. I didn’t think that was even possible. My heart skipped a beat in anticipation to hear what he’d say next…

“You notice the figures in this artwork? Can you see the position the female is in?”

I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on the female figure in the painting. This man’s voice felt like warm, melted chocolate on my body.

“You can tell the female is in lust with her lover. You see how her lips are parted? She needs to be pleased. She wants to take him in her mouth. See that?”

I shifted my stance, not feeling uneasy with this man’s words. The fact that he didn’t make me uneasy is what made me uneasy. Dammit. Where was Michael??

He took a step forward, making my heart beat even faster. I didn’t move.

I could feel the heat exuding from his body, the scent of him wafting through the air. I stared straight ahead at the painting in front of me, forgetting what I was looking at.

“You’re so sexy Savannah”, he whispered in my ear. I straightened my back. How did he know my name? I tried to turn around to see who this mystery man was when suddenly I felt his tight grip on my elbows, preventing me from moving any further.

I got the sudden urge to fall back into his arms, to press my back onto his chest. This was so inappropriate. Why was I even pondering this with this mystery man who smelled like heaven and sounded like ecstasy? I didn’t even know what he looked like!

“I’ve heard so much about you”, he continued. “He speaks very highly of you. And speaking of which, there he is now.” He dropped his hands and my body felt…bare almost. Fuck.

“Ahh, Michael, I was wondering why you left this sexy woman here all by herself. I wouldn’t trust her alone, you know,” and then he laughed, a sexy, rough, hearty laughter.

I stepped away from the mystery man, reaching out to Michael. I turned around, anticipation knotted in my stomach waiting to see what this man looked like.

My knees went instantly weak. My palms got sweaty. And my heart was thudding out of control. Dear God.

I held onto Michael’s hand for stability.

“I see you’ve met Mr. Williams,” Michael said to me.

I turned to Michael. Then to the mystery man.

“You’re Michael’s boss?”, I stammered.

Mr. Williams held out his hand and took mine into his. He lifted it up to his lips and kissed my hand ever so seductively, his lips lingering a second longer than they should have. I could have sworn something stirred inside me…

Mr. Williams had dark, shining, mesmerizing eyes. He seemed to know what I was thinking. This was NOT what I expected the bank manager to look like…

“I’m not Michael’s boss today. Please,” he said, “call me Damian,” and he smiled.

I turned to Michael again, secretly cursing Damian’s smile and his perfect set of white teeth. I took the glass of wine from Michael’s hand and tried not to gulp it.

Michael was tall but Damian was taller. Michael’s skin was hot chocolate. Damian’s was dark chocolate. Michael had eyes I could stare into all night. Damian’s eyes shone like a star in the night.

I blinked hard and cursed myself for comparing my lover to this mystery man. What a man he was…

“I was showing Savannah my collection of erotic art,” explained Damian with an air of smug confidence, as if he knew, yet again, what I was thinking, “And I was just about to show her the pieces around my home. Do you mind if I borrow her Michael?” My body jerked slightly when he said “borrow”.

I quickly prayed that Michael wouldn’t mind. Something about this man made me want to hear him talk. Damian could talk to me all night. Dammit. Michael.

Michael bent down and kissed my mouth. “Go ahead,” he said, taking a sip of his beer and glancing at his boss. “And you,” he directed this to me, “behave.” I saw the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

I stood there speechless, my heart feeling warm from Michael’s presence and my body tingling from standing in between these two creatures. A wicked thought snuck into my head and I quickly pushed it back into the corners of my mind.

Damian didn’t waste one minute. He took my hand and led me across the living area. I turned back to see Michael watching me, a smile on his lips.

I followed Damian slowly around his home, hearing but not listening to the facts on his erotic art paintings. I couldn’t help but watch him.

Damian had long. slender fingers, the kind of hand that would cup my breast perfectly. His lips were just right, enough to cover mine with sweet kisses. I looked at his legs. They were clad in flawlessly pressed dress slacks. A designer belt held his pants pleasantly in place. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying the perfect amount of soft hair on his forearms.

And his arms. His muscular arms were noticeable under his shirt, aching for my fingertips to caress them.

“You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?” he asked, obviously amused at my reaction. I almost melted when I realized how sexy his dimples were.

I looked up and stared intently into his eyes, making sure he could read the seriousness in my eyes. “What makes you think so Mister, um, Damian?” For some odd reason, I wanted to continue calling him Mr. Williams. There was an air of authority about him.

“For starters, your nipples are hard,” he said, reaching out to touch my breasts lightly with the back of his hand. I didn’t flinch. Damian looked down at me, no reaction on his pretty face.

“And secondly, I know for a fact you’re moist underneath this dress,” he almost whispered, dropping his hand from my breast. I almost groaned out loud thinking he would feel under my dress but he wouldn’t dare, would he?

I smiled and stood my ground. Damian didn’t touch me and I hated myself again for wanting him to.

What was wrong with me? My lover was more than enough for me. Why was I allowing these lustful feelings to overcome my awareness of what was really happening. This was my lover’s boss! Nothing about this situation was right!

“Are we done here?”, I tilted my head for emphasis, “because Michael might be getting lonely for me,” I said.

“Michael has told me about your freaky ways Savannah. The thoughts alone are enough to keep him company,” he replied.

“How do you know I’m not lonely for him?”, I challenged, wondering how much Michael told his boss about me.

Damian moved in closer, making me almost unable to look up at him any further.

“You?”, he laughed. “Oh, Savannah. You don’t get lonely.”

Damian reached down and picked a strand of hair from in front of my face. He held it in between his fingers, looking intently into my eyes.

“Can I share a secret with you?”, he asked.

I was intoxicated by this man. By his scent, his movements, his voice, his presence. This is wrong, I told myself. But my body didn’t seem to agree. My body was telling me this was so right.

Damian grabbed my hand and pulled me with him around the corner of the living room into another room, what looked like a walk-in closet. I consciously wanted to pull my hand away from him and run to Michael but physically, I wasn’t able to.

“I want you. From the moment I stepped into the room and saw you in this red dress, standing seductively looking at my artwork, I wanted you. I’ve known for a while about yours and Michael’s sexual adventures and I‘m jealous. I want what Michael has.” He paused, just enough to stroke my face lightly. “Give me a taste. Give me a taste of what you’re about Savannah.”

I was engulfed by emotions. My Michael. I couldn’t do this. I loved Michael. I had never ending love for him. Michael pleased me in every which way possible. Michael was the perfect lover.

Why then, why then, dammit, was I feeling this way about a man I had never met before in my life? Damian was the epitome of sexy. His demeanor. His voice. His overbearing attitude. His over-the-top self-confidence. His eyes. His hands. Something about him made me want to bring him to his knees! I wanted to shut him up, I wanted to make him groan, I wanted to hear him call my name in mercy. How dare he talk to me this way? He was Michael’s boss, not mine!

I put my hands on his arms, confirming my thoughts about his muscles from earlier and pushed him back against the wall with all my might. I ran my hands up to his shoulders and then to his face. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled his face down to mine. I made sure he saw the hunger in my eyes before I pulled his mouth down onto mine. I sucked on his lips, kissing and biting his tongue. I moved deep into his mouth and sucked on his tongue hungrily. Oh God. He was kissing me perfectly, his mouth in sync with mine. My mind was whirling with thoughts and emotions and I realized how badly I wanted to wrap my legs around him.

Damian seemed to know, yet again, what I was thinking and with one swift movement, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto him. I put my hands around his shoulders and threw my legs around him, feeling his hardness under the silky material of my dress. Damian slid one hand under my dress and groaned sexily out loud when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Holy shit,” he moaned into me, his face in my hair, inhaling my neck. I threw my head back, urging him to kiss me there and he did. His mouth sucked on my neck, his tongue flicking in and out lightly.

I wasn’t feeling any guilt at having another man’s hands on my ass, pushing my dress higher and further away, trying to get to my treasure. I was wet. I could feel the wetness in between my legs and I wanted Damian to feel it too.

“Damian,” I muttered. “Damian, please.”

“This feels so right Savannah. You feel so right. I want you. I want all of you. Let me have all of you,” he whispered into my ear.

Damian brought me down to the carpeted floor and quickly unzipped his pants. I moved my hands quickly, trying to free him from his pants as fast as I could. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to have him in my mouth. I wanted to make him scream my name. I got up on my knees and then…

“No,” said Damian suddenly. “I want you my way,” he said, and dropped down to his knees. He placed me gently on my back and lifted my legs. My dress was scrunched up around my waist, my pussy anticipating his every move, getting wetter by the second.

Damian looked at me again, this time expressing his hunger. He delved swiftly into my pussy with his mouth, his tongue lapping at every bit of wetness in between my legs. “Mmm,” he moaned, “you taste so good.”  I moaned with him, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him in deeper. Dear. God. I brought my hips up higher, wanting desperately and anxiously to feel the thrusting inside my core. I grabbed his head again and this time brought it up to my face, kissing and licking his mouth, moaning again at the taste of me on him.

I was out of breath. “I want you,” I panted. “I want you so bad Damian.” I wanted him everywhere. I greedily and selfishly wanted my pleasure. And I wanted it everywhere. I wanted his mouth on my pussy and I wanted his dick in my pussy. I wanted his dick in my mouth, I wanted to please him. I don’t know which urge was stronger.

Damian pulled his pants down lower, giving himself freedom to move. I smiled when I saw his cock, my pussy now throbbing uncontrollably to have him inside me. Damian was well endowed and I wanted every inch of him inside me.

Damian positioned himself above me, teasing me lightly with the tip.  I thrust my hips up to meet his pleasure and he moved away.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time. Please, just fuck me.”

Damian entered me and thrust himself up inside. “Oh my,” he whispered. “Savannah.”

I closed my eyes, tears uncontrollably welling up from the sudden pain. Oh God, he felt so good…

“Move with me,” I said, adjusting my legs to meet his thrusts, enjoying the slam of his body against mine. I felt the beginning of my orgasm deep inside, wanting so much to have his dick inside my mouth.

“Damian,” I stammered, almost ready to come, “Dame…” I stopped suddenly. A movement from the door caught my eye…

I froze.

Damian froze. Slowly he turned around.

And there, at the doorway, stood Michael.

*See Michael’s reaction here*