by Amy DeMeritt
“Yes.”
“What was that?”
“Please make me cum on this counter, baby.”
I thrust deep, fast, and hard, causing her to release a loud scream of pleasure. I pull her into a kiss and add another finger inside her. I alternate between pumping inside, tugging on her clit, and delivering hard smacks to her soaking wet sensitive flesh. She moans, screams, and thrusts forward in a wild grinding uncontrolled movement to meet the thrusts of my hand. As she cums, her scream of pleasure causes me to cum. I inhale deeply and close my eyes while I focus on the electricity lighting me up inside.
“You came with me. You didn’t make any noise, as usual, but I could tell.”
I smile and kiss her lips. “I did. You’re so fucking hot. Do you want another drink before we go to the den?”
“No. I want to feel everything you’re about to do to me. If I have another drink, it might numb my nerves.”
“Good because I am nowhere near done with you yet.”
I gulp back the rest of my drink, then pick her up. As I’m turning the corner, just next to the living room, Carrie looks up at me from the couch with bright red cheeks and quickly looks away. Jasmine notices and releases a giggle against my neck.
After I close the door to the den, Jasmine steps down off of my waist and pushes me down to sit on my large black velvet clam shell chair.
“I want to show you what I brought. Then we can have more fun.”
“Ok, but I’d think better if you took that off, or let me cut it off.”
“I want you to rip it off with your bare hands.”
She straddles my lap, placing her hands on the back of the chair, and waits. Her hazel eyes look so damn happy and are staring straight in mine. She’s wearing her course auburn hair slightly curled back off of her face, framing her oval shape in a really nice way.
I glide my hands up her thighs and deliver a firm spank to her left cheek before gripping the back of her lingerie in both hands and tugging hard to the sides. The lace splits loudly, making Jasmine’s eyes close as she releases a long moan. It takes three more strategic tugs to get the garment to fall apart in my hands and get it off of her. Without the tight cups holding them, her breasts bounce and her dark nipples harden under my gaze. I grab both breasts and roughly scrape my teeth over them and pinch, tug, and suck her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, I missed you, Jack.”
I dig my nails in her shoulders and scrape down the entire length of her back. She releases a hissing scream and arches her back. I slap her ass really hard, and then release her to lean back.
“Ok, show me my new toys so I can fuck you.”
With a broad smile, she hops off of my lap and bends down to open the boxes with her beautiful thick round ass facing me. I reach out and glide my hand over her cheek, pulling it out to the side so I can see between them.
“Damn, you are so fucking wet. I really love your pussy.”
I slip two fingers inside of her and she pumps back against my hand as her breath catches in her throat.
“Jack, shit, oh, fuck, I need to cum again.”
“Do you have something in there you want me to fuck you with?”
“Yes, oh, fuck.”
I press my thumb inside her, getting it lubricated, and then push it into her anus, eliciting a screaming moan from her. I slowly pump in and out of her soaked vagina and her ass, and her thighs and knees begin to tremble. I spank her ass, then pull my hand out.
“Give me the cock you want me to use.”
She quickly kneels down panting for air, and while she looks through the boxes, I strip down to just my boy-shorts underwear. She crawls over to me, and while on her knees, she secures a black leather harness to me, then attaches a ten-inch-long and three-inch-thick clear shaft with a cobbled texture.
With an excited smile, she pushes me down to sit on my chair and runs her hands up my thighs, abs, and over my small B-cup size breasts. As she pinches my nipples, she envelops the head of my shaft with her mouth and dramatically sucks and licks my cock while looking in my eyes.
My clit is pounding under the long thick silicone dick, and my orgasm begins to build. She grabs the shaft in her right hand and rubs it up and down, pushing it against my clit while her mouth continues to work to give me a mental blowjob. After her lips pop off of the head with a smacking sound, she deep throats the length, and I cum with my body jerking backwards as the only indication.
Jasmine smiles really big and gets up to straddle my lap. She thrusts against the shaft’s length, just allowing it to rub up and down the length of her folds.
“Oh, shit, I need to cum. Please make me cum, baby.”
“Get up.”
I bend her over a soft velvet cushioned sex table and pull her arms up to stretch out in front of her. I secure her wrists in velvet lined leather cuffs that are secured to the head of the table, then I kneel down and lock her ankles in place, with her legs spread wide. I open a new clit clamp that looks like a bobby pin, then I slip it onto her engorged clit. She releases a whimpering moan and lifts her hips, opening herself to me.
I trace her arms and back with a soft suede tassel whip, and then deliver a firm lashing across her ass. She bucks forward, screaming with shocked pleasure, and I repeat the strike. I deliver a firm strike between her thighs, and she screams and moans loudly.
“Jack! Fuck, yes!”
I repeat the strike between her thighs, but harder this time, and she screams again. I step up behind her, allowing my thick long cock to glide over her folds.
“Jack! Please, Jack, fuck me!”
Her thighs and body are bending and twisting, trying to get into a position that she can push herself onto my shaft, but her efforts are futile. I whip the top of her ass and her back, causing her to fall still with a gasping moan. I toss the whip aside, then guide the head of my shaft to her dripping wet entrance. She accepts me easily and screams as I thrust deep inside of her.
“Yes! Fuck! Jack, oh, Jack, oh, yes!”
Watching her sexy body bucking forwards and backwards against the table with each of my grinding thrusts is one of my favorite things to see. I love watching a woman’s entire body feeling my thrusts.
Jasmine’s body begins to shutter, and she releases a scream so loud it actually hurts my ears. Panting and whimpering between moans, she says, “I came.” I stop thrusting, but I remain deep inside of her while I rub my hands over her ass and back. “Jack, oh, fuck, you are completely filling me. I think I’m going to cum again.” I thrust once. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I pull out of her and unlatch her ankles and wrists.
“Get on the table on your back.”
Weak and shaking, she obeys. I cuff her hands above her head, then lift her legs, securing them with cuffs hanging from the ceiling so her legs are open wide. I climb on top of her and press deep inside of her.
“Jack, you are so damn hot. I love fucking with you. Oh, fuck! Yes, oh, shit!”
After she cums again, I release her cuffs and she pushes me back into my chair. She takes the strap-on off of me, tugs my underwear off, and enters my center with a fast-hungry mouth. I grip her head, pulling her in harder, and she releases a moan against me. She brings me to climax twice before I lift her head and pull her up to sit on my lap.
“I wish you lived closer to me.”
“Am I not worth the two-hour drive?”
She laughs and kisses my lips. “Technically, it’s four because I have to drive home. If you were closer, we could do this more than a couple of times a month. Fuck, I’d probably be here every couple of days. So, who’s the girl?”
“What girl?”
“The tenant.”
“Oh, her.”
I roll my eyes and lean my head back. I quickly tell her about how we met, and how Jill blindsided me with forcing me to let her move in so I couldn’t fuck her.
“She’s very hot. How are you resisting her?”
“Because she acts like I’m a dirt bag who’s
going to rape her or something.”
“Gross.”
She shifts on my lap to straddle me and kisses my lips. “So, am I the first woman you’ve fucked since you’ve been home?”
“You’re the first woman I’ve fucked in three weeks.”
“Wow, is that a record for you?”
I laugh hard and smack her ass. “No. I once went four months without sex because I wore myself out. Which actually was a bad idea because once this animal was back out of the cage, I just exhausted myself again.”
She laughs and grinds down against my groin. “Are you worn out right now?”
“Hell no. I haven’t fucked your gorgeous ass yet.”
“I have something new for that.”
“You may get up now.”
Chapter Five
After I button my jeans and pull my sports bra on, I run a hand through my hair, fixing the mess Jasmine made of it. With her wearing my black tee shirt and a pair of my sweat pants, I take her hand and lead her back to the front of the house.
Carrie is still in the living room sitting on the couch with her laptop, but she doesn’t look up as we walk by. Seeing she cleaned up the broken vase and folded Jasmine’s jacket, which is sitting on the sidebar, makes me smile. I give Jasmine the jacket and when we reach her driver’s side door, she wraps her arms around the back of my neck.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?”
“I would, but I have to go to work tomorrow. We’ll plan for that next time.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to at least stay for dinner? It’s been hours since you ate.”
Jasmine smiles as she leans in to give me a slow soft full mouth kiss. She releases me with a sucking nip of my bottom lip, then sighs in a content way.
“I’m ok, baby. I want to beat rush hour. I have some snacks in the car to hold me over till I get home.”
“Ok, drive carefully. Let me know when you get home.”
She smiles and pulls me into another kiss for a moment. “Ok, I better go. Thanks for today. It was amazing, as always. Have fun with your toys.”
“You know I will.”
I give her another kiss, then step back so she can get in the car. I watch her leave and return her wave as she turns off of my driveway.
I go to the kitchen to get a beer, but I first have to clean up the mess from fucking Jasmine on the counter. After I wash my hands, I grab two bottles of beer, pop the tops, and walk to the living room. Carrie looks up with surprise as I hold a bottle out to her and she blushes as she accepts it with a small smile.
“Oh, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I sit down on the armchair and take a few sips while looking out the window and getting distracted by a squirrel running across the deck rail. The squirrel tries to leap from the deck to a glider, but the glider sways forward, so he falls off of the back. He jumps up and looks around frantically, as if trying to see if anyone noticed, which makes me laugh really hard.
“Uh, what is wrong with you? Why are you laughing like that?”
I laugh again and point outside. “The squirrel. He just… Anyway, it was funny. So, what are you working on?”
“I’m attempting to write a business plan so I can try to get a loan to open my yoga studio. But I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’ve mostly just been researching how to write one.”
“Did you get anything written yet?”
“Yes, but it’s terrible.”
I sit next to her and she leans away from me with a pinched confused look.
“What are you doing?”
“Let me see what you have so far.”
“No! It’s terrible.”
“Just give me the computer.”
She places the computer on my lap, then groans and covers her face with her arm as she leans her head back. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing because I know this has to be really hard for her – considering she’s still very awkward and guarded around me.
She has three pages typed up in an outline format that basically bullet points a sample day’s class schedule, rates, class sizes, and how many students she’d like to have on a monthly basis. She also has a payment options section, with estimated take home amounts after her expenses are paid
“This is a good start. Normal people would be able to understand this just fine, and they’d see that you have a good game plan. But those stiffs at the bank will want this expanded with a bunch of fluff, pompous language, and some good graphs and pie charts.”
“Yeah, see, I don’t know how to do any of that. I found some legal websites that help you build these things, but they’re so expensive. I’ll just have to save for it.”
“Or, you could just ask for help.”
“I’m not taking your money.”
“Good because I wasn’t offering any.”
She smiles and pulls her legs up to turn sideways to face me. “Then how are you going to help me?”
“I happen to know how to write these stupid things.”
“Really?”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I know how to do stuff?”
She blushes and looks down at her legs, watching her hand pick at the bunched fabric of her pajama pants in the crease of the bend of her knee.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t… Ok, I’m sorry for judging you. I’m from a small town and the only people who had a bunch of tattoos like you were loser drug addicts and criminals.”
“Well, you’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. Out here in the real world, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”
“I know. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I’ve been weird this week. I feel like I’ve gotten better though. Haven’t I?”
I laugh and nod before taking a sip of beer. “Yeah, you’re not as annoying as the first day you showed up.”
“Hey!”
She shoves my arm with a laugh, but then looks nervous as I quirk my eyebrow up with a grin, giving her a look like I’m about to get her back.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, my god, stop it. You’re freaking me out.”
I laugh as I settle against the back of the couch. “Get this thing off of my lap. I’m not doing this right now. I’m spent.”
“Well, I guess so. You just had crazy sex for like three hours.”
“What do you know about crazy sex?”
She blushes bright red and looks away from me as she sets her laptop on the coffee table. “I’m not talking to you about sex.”
“Hey, you brought it up.”
“Only because I had to listen to that woman scream and moan for hours! What the hell were you doing to her in there?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“You have got to stop volunteering my shit for you to take. First my money, then my sex. I’m not giving you either, so stop begging.”
She laughs and shoves my arm again. “Shut up. What are…?”
My phone starts buzzing in my pocket, so she breaks her question short and waits while I pull it out to answer the text.
Janae: Did Jasmine leave yet? I want to come over for dinner and a movie.
Me: Yeah, she’s gone. Get your delicious ass over here.
Janae: On my way.
“Janae is coming over for dinner and a movie. Are you hungry yet?”
“That’s what I was going to ask you. I’m starving.”
“Go cook for us.”
“Are you serious?”
“Sure, why not?”
“What if Janae doesn’t like my cooking?”
“Then I’m going to have to kick you out.”
“Why is it always so hard to tell if you’re being serious or just messing with me?”
“Because I’m fucking awesome. Now, drink your damn beer while it’s still cold. Do you work tomorrow?”
“Yes. I have to be there opening to closing, so I’ll be home some time after four. Can I ask you s
omething personal?”
“Sure.”
“Do you talk to your family at all? When I looked you up before, I read something about a falling out with them after you sold your first computer application.”
“Falling out – that’s a seriously watered down way of putting it. My parents kicked me out when I was sixteen after I came out to them. I moved in with a friend, and I was with them till I finished high school. I tried to talk to my family, but they would never return my calls or open the door if I just showed up at the house. They didn’t try coming around till after I sold that application and I was in the news for making so much money. They just wanted my money, but I wouldn’t give them a single penny. They tried to sue me and my friend’s family after I bought them a nice house and nice vehicles, but the court threw the case out because they didn’t have any grounds to stand on.”
“Wow, I’m sorry. Are you still close to the friend?”
Sadness fills my chest and I look down at my empty beer bottle I’m holding between my legs. I sit forward to set it on the coffee table, and I comb my hand through my hair.
“She’s dead. They’re all dead.”
Carrie places a hand on my upper back and moves in closer, tentatively wrapping her arms around my shoulders. My body tenses and I lean away from her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to comfort you. Is this not ok?”
She looks sad and confused. I relax my body and lean into her, allowing her to embrace me. She leans back with a hand on the side of my head as she guides me to lay on her shoulder.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Her name was Katherine, but she went by Wren, like the bird. She was like the sister I wish I always had – mine is a bitch. Her parents were awesome and treated me like their own kid. I really owe a lot of my success to them for making sure I didn’t end up on the streets and for buying me a computer to build my skills. They saw potential in me, when my own parents didn’t. Anyway, it was six years ago. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The three of them were leaving a restaurant one night and a drunk driver jumped the curb and plowed right through them. Tom and Joanne were killed instantly. Wren died a few days later.”