Six Times the Ecstasy

by Blythe Reid

  I tried to keep my volume low so that it wouldn’t be too obvious to Araya and anyone else outside what was happening, but my volume was the least of my concern. My goal was to take Matthew and to cum before he did. With each thrust he gave me getting harder and faster, I anticipated his fluid at any moment.

  And then, just by the thought of feeling his warm cum and the feeling of his warm hands squeezing and rubbing my breasts as they bounced, I was able to cum yet again. I could feel myself tightening around his magnificent shaft, not wanting him to escape or stop. Even as I moaned louder at the climax, I knew I was still far from done with him.

  He slowed down, spanking me again and running his hands up and down my body. I turned my head to face him.

  “How else do you want to fuck me, baby?”

  Without words, he pulled out fast and turned me around faster. He laid me down on the loveseat on my back, spreading my legs wide for his reentry.

  Before he could do it himself, I grabbed onto his dick myself, feeling it in my fingers, wanting to feel his sweet juice in me. I guided him in and he started to fuck me again.

  I looked up at him, staring into his beautiful eyes as he fucked me so good. I grabbed onto his shoulders, scratching his back and moaning with each powerful thrust that he gave me. He was biting his lip, on the edge for the entire time. I knew that he was close, and I didn’t blame him. He had given me so much already and he had been so hard the whole time.

  Finally, he burst, giving me the deepest thrusts that he’d given me thus far. This, along with feeling his hot seed shoot through my walls was enough to make me cum again, tightening around his drained cock, making us both tremble and shudder from the intense passion.

  It was the best sex that I’d ever had.

  We’d been snuggling together on the loveseat for several minutes, just talking about anything that came to mind. We were spent, and not ready to leave the confines of our glorious love nest.

  “I’m very close to my mom,” I told him as I rubbed his chest. “We’ve always been pretty tight-knit. I never knew my dad. I don’t even know who my dad is.”

  He sat in silence for a few moments before adding. “I’m close to my family, too. I’ve got a younger sister that’s getting married next June. It’s really crazy to see her so grown up. I only get to see my folks once or twice a year, but we talk every week.”

  “That’s good,” I said.

  “Does your mom live in Boulder?”

  “Nah, she’s about an hour west of here,” I answered.

  He ran his hand down my back over to my ass, keeping it firmly in his grasp.

  I looked up at him. “So, why just a volunteer fireman? Why don’t you enlist with the fire department? I’m not trying to steer you away from here, but…”

  “No, that’s a fair question,” he said. “I just like to do other things, too. I love helping put out fires and working that when I can, but I like doing volunteer work in other ways, too. I like having free days, and fires don’t take days off. I guess I’ve been just as scared about committing to a job as I’ve been to a woman.”

  I chuckled.

  “I just love helping people,” he said. “I like taking care of others.”

  “Well, you certainly know how to take care of others,” I said as I ran my hands across his muscled plains. “You really know how to make a girl cum.”

  “Are you saying I’ve got the job?”

  Smiling, I leaned up and kissed his lips again, savoring every second that this skilled man was gracious enough to give me.

  3

  The next day, I returned to my club site. The crew was busy setting up, Araya was busy overseeing the crew, and I was looking through the portfolios of my other five contenders trying to decide who was going to try out next for me.

  Araya eventually came over to me while I was looking over my applicants.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to be telling these guys what you want them to do?” asked Araya.

  I smirked. “Oh, I trust your judgment, babe. You’ve been helping me every day, you know what I want.”

  “Sometimes I get the sense that they only want to take orders from you,” she said. “I think they only see me as the interior designer.”

  “Well, crack the whip and make them listen to you,” I encouraged. “I told them you were in charge. If they don’t like it, they can go get another job.”

  She seemed pleased at that. She looked at my collection of portfolios, checking out some of the guys.

  “Wow,” she said. “They are all really hot. I don’t think we’ll have a problem bringing in big spenders at all.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said.

  “How was the guy yesterday?”

  I laughed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

  “I don’t think I could even put it into words,” I laughed.

  “Really?” she said intrigued. “Did you…?”

  “I’ll tell you about it over drinks tonight,” I said. “I’m buying.”

  “Hell yeah, that’s what I like to hear,” said Araya. “Do you want to talk about opening night tonight or should we discuss it now? I want to know what you’ve got in mind.”

  “Oh, there’ll be plenty of time to go over that, don’t you worry,” I said. “I’ve got it all figured out. I’ve had it thought out for years.”

  “You seem confident about it.”

  “That’s because I am. I know it’s going to be great, and I know we’re going to put Boulder on the map more than it already is. I’m excited.”

  “I’m excited too,” she said. “So, who’ll be coming by today?”

  I decided on Andrew Thompson. According to his portfolio, he was thirty and had done some modeling out in Los Angeles before moving to Colorado. He was ripped, with dark hair and round, dark eyes. He was also the tallest of the six I’d chosen at 6’6.

  I pulled out my phone and started dialing Andrew’s number.

  “I’m going to see if Andrew over here can perform as well as Matthew did,” I told Araya. “I’m telling him to come by in two hours. I’ll go and talk with the crew with you for a bit before he shows up.”

  “What do you have in mind for him?” she asked suggestively.

  “I’ll leave that up to him.”

  Andrew showed up exactly two hours later, happily agreeing to continue the audition process. He showed up wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his fine upper body, and a nice pair of pants that gave us a glimpse at a nice bulge right where I intended my lap and mouth to be.

  He looked taller than 6’6 as he came up to me to shake my hand. He gave me a nice smile, showing his nice white teeth and some cute dimples.

  “Hey there, Ms. Adams,” said Andrew.

  “Call me Sarah,” I insisted. “I’m glad you could make it down here.”

  “Yeah, thanks for having me.”

  I grinned. “Why don’t you go to the room back there with the loveseats and chair? We’ll continue the auditions from there.”

  He nodded, doing as I’d told him and heading back. He waved to Araya as he made his way to the room that most likely still smelled like sex.

  Araya came rushing over to me as I checked how I looked.

  “He’s really cute,” she said. “You think he’ll be down?”

  “I sure hope so,” I replied. “Do you have it all under control out here?”

  “Definitely.”

  “We’re supposed to be getting a delivery here sometime in the hour,” I told her. “If I’m not out by then, just make sure to sign for it.”

  “Got it,” she said. “Have fun!”

  I slapped her on the shoulder and went off to see what Andrew would have in store for me.

  Once I got in, I closed the door behind me, instantly arousing his curiosity.

  “So, what’s part two of the interview?” he wondered.

  “We’ll get to that in a moment,” I replied. “How old are you?”

  “Thirty,” he
answered.

  He didn’t look thirty. “Do you have a girlfriend, Andrew?”

  He practically rolled his eyes at even the idea. “I’m not really a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of guy, to tell you the truth.”

  “What kind of a guy are you?”

  “I’m an alpha male that knows what he wants,” he replied. It was tough to know whether his tone was confidence or cockiness. “I don’t like to tie myself down, especially when I don’t know what else is out there.”

  “Have you had many lovers?”

  He grinned. “You could say that.”

  “And you’re dominant with them all?”

  “That’s how I like it,” he said. “If you’ll pardon my forwardness.”

  “No, please. Don’t stop.”

  He chuckled. “I’m not a jerk, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “I wasn’t thinking that,” I assured him.

  “I don’t use women,” he said. “I’m always upfront with them about anything that’s going to happen. They always know what they’re in for when they get with me.”

  I was becoming wet the more that he spoke.

  “They know nothing is going to happen, you know, romantically,” he continued. “It’s not that I’m opposed to it, it’s just…”

  I was anxiously awaiting the end to that sentence. “What?”

  “Nah, it’s just I’m saying a lot, and I’m probably coming off real unprofessional.”

  “Hey, I asked about it, didn’t I?”

  “That’s true.”

  “It said in your résumé that you used to work at a place called Thompson Lawn Service,” I said. “Did you own your own business?”

  “It was my dad’s, actually,” said Andrew. “He used to have a lawn service before he decided to go work at the Boulder airport.”

  “What about your mom?” I wondered.

  “Oh, she died during childbirth.”

  My heart sank. Instantly, I feared that any mood that had been established would begin to waft away.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

  “Eh,” he shrugged. “I’m sorrier for my dad. I never knew her or anything, you know?”

  “Well, still…”

  “It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” he chuckled.

  I stood there, playing with my hair, wondering what the best way to progress would be. I looked at him, wondering what it would be like to be dominated by him.

  “So, do you have any dead relatives?” he asked.

  I laughed. “No, they’re all alive, I’m sorry.”

  “Ah, well good.”

  “Perhaps we should change the topic back to where we started,” I said. “You asked about what would come next in your audition.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he said.

  I kicked off my shoes, sliding them off to the side. Then, without any trouble, I slid my underwear down my skirt and let it hit the floor.

  “Why don’t you take off your shirt,” I suggested.

  4

  Andrew’s eyes widened, shocked at how forward I’d decided to be.

  “Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asked him.

  He began to smile. “No, not at all.”

  “Why’s your shirt still on?”

  Without another word or thought, he ripped his shirt off and flung it across the floor. He was flexing while I slowly began to strip off the rest of my clothes.

  “I don’t just need sexy men working for me,” I told him. “I need to know that appearances aren’t deceiving. This job may get unpredictable at times, and some of our customers may want to know there’s style as well as substance.”

  I could see the bulge in his pants expanding. “Should I take my pants off?”

  “You’re the alpha male, you figure it out,” I said.

  Just as the last of my clothes came off, he began to take off his pants and boxers. While my slowness was meant to turn him on, his slowness was out of distraction. He was fixated on my naked body.

  “You’re here today to fuck me, Andrew,” I told him as I turned around, showing him my entire body. “I need to know that you’re here for a reason and that if I hire you, you can really bring it.”

  “Oh, I know I could do you good, Ms. Adams,” he said. He began to lightly play with himself, showing off his full, thick boner. It was swelling up fast, and I was eager to feel him fill me up.

  “I know I can get you to cum,” I said. “Can you get me to cum, Andrew?”

  “I’m more than happy to oblige,” he said.

  We wrapped our arms around each other’s naked bodies, letting our hands wander and feel all of our curves and features. He started to kiss me, first on my neck lightly, running his soft lips by my shoulders and my ears, sending shivers across my skin that I’m sure he could feel.

  Finally, he kissed my lips. I was ecstatic when I found that he, like Matthew, was also a great kisser. He knew just the right amount of lips and tongue to give me, and I could feel him pressed against me growing longer the longer we kissed.

  As his arms remained fixed on my lower half, he began to slowly sink to his knees. He kissed his way down from my face, to my chest, to my bellybutton, and finally, he found my soaked sex.

  He didn’t immediately kiss it, but I could feel his hot breath tickling it, teasing me. I ran my hands through his thick hair as he continued to breathe up my pussy. He kissed along my thighs, inching his way closer and closer to where he needed to be.

  I fell backwards onto the loveseat, immediately spreading my legs, hoping that his mouth would return at once. He began to caress my legs, kissing up each one slowly, driving me crazy with each peck.

  And then, at once, I could feel his lips and his tongue against my drenched pussy. He ate me out, burying his tongue deep inside of me, licking every drip of me off my wet walls, replacing my wetness with his.

  I wanted to look at him while he worked on me, but I didn’t have the strength to keep my head up. I had to throw it back, along with my arms, while I sat there and let this man devour my pussy in a way that none had before.

  I wanted to savor and enjoy it for as long as possible, but then he found the proper spot and applied just enough pressure on it with the tip of his tongue. As he pressed my button, I succumbed to his skills and came on his tongue. I grabbed onto his head and thrust my body against his face, loving every second of the orgasm.

  I needed to return the favor. “Get up here,” I moaned.

  He climbed up on the loveseat, sitting next to me with his big, full cock. With the little strength I had left in me, I crawled over onto his lap, wetting my lips in anticipation.

  I stroked his shaft for a bit, wanting to see just how much cum might go down my throat if I got him too excited. I played with his balls, tugging on them lightly.

  “Suck my cock,” he commanded.

  My tits grew rock hard at his demanding. I put him in my mouth, sucking slowly and working my way down his long shaft. Sometimes if I needed to take a breath, I would run my tongue along his balls, kissing and licking them.

  When I put him all the way in the back of my throat, he began to pull my hair. He was a bit aggressive, but this only fueled me to suck and blow harder. Whenever it seemed I might stop, he would grab a handful of my hair with one hand and use the other to keep my head down where it belonged.

  He growled. “You’re going to swallow up every drop.”

  “Mhmm,” I concurred with a mouthful of his thick dick.

  He began to thrust up so deep down my throat that I began to gag loudly. His growls turned to grunts, and I was ready to drink all the nectar he was able to give me.

  He grabbed onto one of my tits, and that was the trick. He roared, erupting in my mouth. I tightened my suction around him so that I could consume every drop like he wanted. I grabbed onto the base of his dick, using my fingers to squeeze out the last of his load. I swallowed him happily.

  I sat up, watching his long, limp dick fall back against his stomach. I
climbed onto his lap, kissing his neck and tugging on his hair.

  “You better not be done,” I whispered to him. “You still have to fuck me.”

  “Oh, I will. You’re going to ride me, and then I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy from behind.”

  His words made me wet. I started to kiss his lips, gently and delicately stroking on his dick and balls until they filled back up. I was giddy to feel that he was growing hard again much faster than I’d expected.

  Once I knew he was hard enough to pierce me, I scooted up higher on his lap, using my hands to guide his cock into my pussy. I had gotten so wet while I waited for him that I didn’t expect the ride to last that long.

  This time, he leaned back while I did the work. I bounced up and down his cock, my tits gliding up and down with each movement. I had a tight grip on his sides, trying to hold myself steady while I gave him a ride that we both enjoyed immensely.

  My clit had slid just the right way against his shaft and at once, I gave myself to him again, tightening firmly onto him as I let myself go.

  I was sensitive and not ready for what came next. He stood up, keeping me fastened to him. He turned around and then dropped me back onto the loveseat where I lay alone.

  I slowly flipped myself over, remembering what it was that he intended to do to me next.

  I spread my legs and lifted my ass up. He grabbed a hold of me and shoved himself back in, ready to fuck me harder than he had during the entire audition.

  I looked forward and saw our shadows, our bodies connected and moving with such a flow that it rivaled the previous audition. He pulled my hair again, tugging it harder than he had when I was down on him.

  He grabbed onto my tits again, and I began to push against his force, ensuring that he was hitting my spot perfectly.

  I had expected him to cum before I had a chance to climax, but I was pleasantly surprised. Like Matthew, Andrew was able to get me to orgasm yet another time. Feeling my walls tighten around him again was the key to letting him shoot his load fully inside me. I felt warm all over.