by Jamie Knight
I dared not look to see if his cock was getting hard. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to resist if it was. His cock was so beautiful that I just wanted it. It was a desire beyond all reason.
When no one was looking, I snuck off to the bathroom. Locking the door and turning on the tap to drown out my moans, I yanked down my panties and rubbed my poor, aching pussy, using many of the techniques I was learning in my training course.
Biting my lip to keep myself from screaming, I slipped a finger inside my tight pussy and worked my sensitive little clit, remembering when Logan had fucked me. Taking both my pussy and ass virginity on the same night.
Though that wasn't quite how it happened. He had fucked me, yes, but I had basically begged him to. He didn't take my virginity as much as I had given it to him.
I came hard, covering my hand with my mouth to keep from screaming. It honestly surprised me how vocal I could get when I came. I'd never really touched myself before I'd met Logan. He just made me so horny it was the only way for me to get release.
How I was going to get though the rest of the party with him so close by, I had no idea. I wondered if it was early enough for me to go home. I didn't want to hurt Kristen by leaving early, but it wasn’t really that early. I had been here for a long time by now, and others had already started to go.
I slipped back out of the bathroom into the hall, taking a deep, cleansing breath and tried to center myself, considering another drink. I didn't usually like to numb myself with alcohol but I was willing to make an exception. I wondered if the Hippie girl had any of those pastels with her.
"Really?"
I looked up and saw Logan leaning against the wall roguishly. My first instinct was to punch him in the face. On principle as much as anything. It simply wasn't fair that one guy should get to be so sexy. My strike would be a blow for justice.
My second impulse was to jump his bones and fuck him until I screamed. That might have caused a bit of a sensation, but I wasn't really thinking about that at the time.
"What?" I asked, playing the innocent.
"Do you think it might be karma?" he asked.
"What might be?"
"That I might be being punished for something awful I did it a former life. You think I might have been Jack the Ripper or something?"
"Why would you think that?" I asked, actually curious.
"Because wherever I go, there you are."
"It is really so bad?" I asked, not able to keep from being hurt.
"Depends on your perspective. In someways no. It really isn't so bad. In other ways, it’s like a sledgehammer to the balls every time I see you."
"A-are you hard?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of my common sense.
"Yes," he whispered, getting right up next to my ear, putting his hand on his bulge to prove he wasn't lying.
"How soon can the limo get here?" I asked, feeling a mixture of raw lust and embarrassment at how much I was showing it.
"He's here now," Logan said, taking my hand from his cock and putting it in his.
I let him lead me out of Kristen's apartment and then out into the night. I would text her and tell her happy birthday but that something came up.
I should wouldn’t tell her how literally I meant it.
Chapter Thirteen
Logan
Sarah piloted the huge car expertly down the dark narrow road. That was part of why I had hired her to be my night driver. That and her discretion when it came to particular issues of morality.
She didn't judge, just did as I asked and with great aplomb and efficiency. I was sitting in the back with Kora. We had managed to stay to our own sides of the long back seat for most of the ride but when we got to the last stretch, known locally as the tree cathedral, something snapped and we couldn't keep our hands off each other.
We stroked and squeezed and kissed, doing everything it was possible to do to each other with our clothes staying intact. Her tits were a particular target of mine, Kora's hand remaining firmly on my hard cock, giving me gentle squeezes through my suit pants.
"Looks like it's true," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"We just can't seem to help meeting up and fucking," she said.
"Nope," I agreed.
The limo pulled up to the bottom of the huge, marble steps. We kept right on kissing and groping as we made our way to them, Sarah driving on to the garage. We paused momentarily for Kora to take off her shoes, before launching herself back at me, jamming her tongue into my mouth.
I kept my hand firmly on her ass and my tongue in her mouth as I unlocked the door one handed. The door opened and we fumbled in, nearly going down. I took Kora firmly around her waist to keep her from falling over, scooping her up into my arms and carrying her the rest of the way down the corridor.
We only made it to the parlor. I was heading for the bedroom but it was just too much. Taking Kora over to the couch, I gently laid her out, still kissing her.
Kora hiked her dress up as far as her hips. I helped her get it up over her head and then off. She quickly unfastened her bra as I pulled down her panties, Kora spreading her legs why as I did.
She was already ready to go. I put a hand between her legs and gently stroked her pussy, bringing a deep moan out of her. She fumbled at my pants, finally getting them and my boxers down, my cock springing out at her like a cobra. Kora took it softly in her hand and started to stroke me as she gently licked and sucked my balls.
We came at the same time, Kora barely getting my cock into her mouth in time to take my load. She looked up at me as she swallowed it all down, clearly enjoying every drop. Cupping my balls, she licked the head clean, taking it back into her mouth nearly all the way in. After a moment to prepare herself, Kora deep throated my cock until I came again. Flooding her sweet little mouth with my hot, white cum. She took my cock out of her mouth and kept stroking it as she coughed gently. I stroked her face but she pulled away.
Taking her hips, I pulled her forcefully toward me. Pulling her forward a bit, I got on my knees in front of her and shoved her legs apart, burying my face in her sweet pussy. She threw her head back, her loud moans echoing through the room.
She bucked and screamed, grinding her pussy against my tongue as I made her cum like a banshee. She reached the peak of her orgasm and started to come down, trembling hard.
I wanted to hold her but dared not try. She might had slugged me if I did. I contented myself with massaging her pussy and watching her beautiful face as she came down.
When she was ready, I put her legs over my shoulders and stroked the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Kora moaned her consent, making it very clear what she wanted, so I slid my cock half way in.
"More," she moaned.
At her word, I pushed all the way into her tight little pussy, stroking her pussy as I did so.
"Fuck!" she screamed, as my balls pressed up against her ass.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Fuck yes! Fuck me hard, now!"
I got a hold of her hips and did just that, pounding my cock into her pussy, Kora moaning and writhing under me, letting her pleasure be well known. I held out long enough for us to cum at the same time, Kora shuddering against me as I filled her pussy with my cum.
I had honestly wanted to cum as soon as I slid into her but had enough control to wait. It was definitely worth it.
Kora pulled my cock out of her pussy and sucked me clean, continuing she had swallowed every little bit of my cum. When the last speck was gone, I pushed her back against the couch, her legs still wide from when I'd fucked her, and licked her pussy until she nearly passed out.
"I want it from behind," Kora said.
"Okay."
"Hard," she said.
"Understood."
"Hurt me," she whispered.
"No," I said firmly, "not on purpose."
"Fine," she said, "but fuck me like I'm a dirty whore."
"If that's what you want," I said.
/> "It is."
I pulled her to her feet and bent her over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air. I gave her a firm spank using the flat of my palm, a technique I had learned a while ago that could be felt but didn't really hurt. I followed this with a few more spanks, this time going upward towards her back, my hand slightly cupped.
Kora hummed contentedly. I suddenly gave her a hard, downward spank using only my fingers. She cried out in pain.
"Who's my dirty little slut?"
"I am," she whimpered.
"You want to get fucked?" I asked, getting into character. “Should I fuck my dirty little whore?”
"Yes," she whispered.
I spanked her again, making her cry out and got right up behind her, sliding my cock deep into her pussy, making her moan.
Grabbing her by the ponytail and pulling back hard, I gave her a big thrust. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in her so hard the couch moved about an inch.
I kept going like that, gaining in speed until I was pounding her from behind, Kora screaming in ecstasy as I hammered her little pussy with my huge cock.
Kora came so hard she collapsed against the couch. It was so sudden, I checked her pulse just to be sure. A bit morbid, I know, but you could never be too careful.
"Get the butt plug," she said, her words a bit muffled by the couch cushion.
I have never gotten up the stairs and down so fast. In my excitement I nearly forgot the lube. That just wouldn't do. I grabbed it quickly.
When I got back, Kora was still there, in the same position I had left her in.
“Good girl,” I said. “You know to wait right there until I’m done having my way with you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
I liked this little game we were playing.
Putting the butt plug and lube where I could get to them, I licked her pussy to get her relaxed, continuing up over her asshole, using my hands to spread her ass as I did so. She hummed and moaned as I prepared her, coming in record time.
I lubed up the butt plug and slid it slowly in, Kora holding her ass open for me as I did. I used my other hand to stimulate her pussy. I kept fingering her after we got the butt plug in place, bringing her to a huge orgasm.
"Fuck my pussy," Kora said.
I understood what she meant, butt plugs often increasing the intensity of vaginal orgasms, even if that was all they were used for with no anal sex to follow. I slid my cock back into her pussy and fucked her at a steady tempo, hands on her hips to hold her still.
Kora reached back as I fucked her, taking the base of the butt plug, moving it around in her asshole as I fucked her pussy. The orgasm was absolutely epic, making Kora collapse into a weak, panting heap.
Stroking the small of her back, I gently worked the butt plug from her well stretched asshole, setting it aside. Picking up the lube, I put a dollop around her asshole, spreading it around and in with my finger.
When she was ready, I lubed up my cock and pushed the head into her ass.
“Now I’m going to fuck your ass, you dirty little slut of mine.”
"Oh, fuck yes!" Kora enthused, raising her head from the couch.
Taking that as definite affirmative consent, I shoved my cock all the way into her tight little asshole, making her scream with delight.
"You like that?"
"Yes!"
"You want me to fuck your little asshole?"
"Yes, fuck my little asshole! Fuck it hard!"
I grabbed her by the hips and pounded her so hard she rose onto her tiptoes and then lowered back down with every thrust, letting out a cry of joy each and every time.
It made me feel really good to give her so much pleasure. I loved her so much and wanted to give her everything. I was past doubting her intentions to fuck. She had more than proven her honesty in that respect.
What still confused me was her tendency to leave as soon as it was over. It was possible that she just wanted my cock and had no interest in me at all. Though that didn't seem likely. Kora had never been that kind of girl. I was frankly surprised she had still been a virgin and twenty-one.
It wasn't as though she wasn't spoiled for choice. Yet it was me she let take both her pussy and ass virginity. With her mouth virginity to boot, if that counted. I thought it did, with her, given the size of my cock compared to her mouth and the fact that she was doing her best to deep throat, something I never would have thought she would be able to do.
I was really proud of her in a weird way. I didn't know if she loved me as much as I loved her but, despite what she might say, I didn't believe she didn't care. She had a lot of talents. Lying wasn't one of them.
Kora came all over the place, making noises that would have made my neighbors concerned for my safety if I'd had any. Grandpa had always been something of a misanthrope, except when it came to family, business and women, and made sure there was a good twenty miles of forest between the mansion and its closest neighboring house.
She peaked and crashed, as was her way. I moved to pull out and she stopped me, like she had done after I had first fucked her in the pussy.
"Please," she begged.
I pushed all the way back in her sweet little ass, bringing a moan and shudder out of Kora.
"Cum in me," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I want you to cum in my ass," she said.
"You sure you can take more?" I asked.
"Yes, please. I need it. Fuck my asshole until you cum!"
The urgency in her voice let me know she was deadly serious. We weren't playing around or playing roles anymore. She needed something from me, and I was damn well going to give it to her.
Giving her a moment to recover, I put some lube onto the shaft of my cock, the head still deep inside her, and pushed the rest of the way in, putting my hand on her back to feel the tremble go up her. It happened every time. She really did love it.
Reaching under her with my free hand, I played with her pussy as I began to move in her. The trembling got more intense and her moans louder as I moved in her, gaining speed with each thrust.
Her pussy got even tighter around my fingers and I knew she was about to cum. I slowed down a bit, wanting us to cum together, her trembling against me as I unloaded my cum into her asshole.
It wasn't long until I got close, increasing the speed of my thrusts, fingering her pussy deeper as I did so. Kora moaned her approval, and it was mere moments before her he both came, Kora, convulsing and cursing in a way that would have made my mother call an exorcist as I gave her my cum in her sweet ass.
I stroked her hair as she whimpered against the couch cushions, Kora too tired and spent to resist. Gently holding her ass cheeks with my hands, I slowly slid out of her asshole, massaging it with my thumb to maintain contact. I didn’t want to pull away too quickly and cause her a nasty shock.
When she was relaxed, I collected her dress and underwear, helping her put them on.
"I guess you want to go now," I said, handing over her shoes.
"Yes," she said, taking them.
And there it was. The sting. I respected her decision, knowing she must have her own reasons. I just wished I knew what they were.
Then it might be easier to take, this fuck and run routine already starting to wear a bit thin. I wanted to make her happy but couldn't be sure if that was actually what I was doing.
"Shall I call Sarah?" I asked.
"Please," Kora said, not looking at me.
I got out my phone and dialed the number.
"You don't have to go," I said, as the the phone rang.
"Yes, I do."
"Hey, Sarah? Yeah, another special assignment for you."
"Special assignment?" Kora asked.
"Our code for a job that doesn't involve me being in the car."
"Oh," Kora said, almost sounding disappointed.
"She'll be here in five minutes," I said.
"Great," Kora said, walking unsteadily towa
rds the door.
I followed her to the main doors, just so she didn't get lost on the way.
"Do you need -"
"No, thank you," Kora said quickly, heading out into the night, carrying her shoes, still somewhat unsteady.
I watched as Sarah helped Kora into the back of the limo, not leaving the doorway until the limo had gone.
Closing the door, I went back to the parlour.
I could still smell her.
I saw the butt plug and lube on the floor. I picked them up and returned them to their proper place.
Then I went back down to the parlor and started looking through my record collection. Lou Reed. Perfect. Setting the needle to "Perfect Day," I went to the mini-bar and poured myself a double shot of vodka.
Chapter Fourteen
Kora
The Art of the Bean had been our favorite hangout when we were younger. Kristen would get whatever fancy sounding coffee she had heard about recently. I usually just stuck to hot chocolate with whipped cream.
It was pretty easy to have simple tastes when that was all you could afford. Kristen always offered to pay, of course, and I had always politely refused.
Kristen was already at our favorite table when I arrived, sipping a frothy looking something out of a mug that more looked like a small bowl with a handle. Across from her was a mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream.
"You remembered," I said, sitting down on the hot chocolate side of the table.
"Of course I did; I always remember the important things," she said.
"So, not your bank balance," I said.
"Never," she said.
I took a sip of the hot chocolate, which was ridiculously good. Even better than I had remembered.
"You've got -"
"What?" I asked.
Kristen reached out an wiped a bit of whipped cream off of my nose with her thumb.
"Oh," I said, blushing.
"It's okay," Kristen said, "I don't think anyone saw."
"Unlike your tearful reunion with Mr. Cuddles," I said, it coming out meaner than I meant.