Exotika 08 - Private Daydreams

by J. W. McKenna

“Hello? Yes, I’m inquiring about the property on Lancaster? The townhouse?”

  “Oh yes, isn’t it lovely?” the smooth voice of the Realtor said. “Just came on the market first of this week. I’m sure it’s going to go fast. Would you like to see it?”

  “I’m really more interested in the former tenant. A Peter O’Grady. He left rather suddenly and I need to get in touch with him.”

  “Oh I’m sorry. He said he was going back to Europe and that he’d be contacting me later, after the house has sold. He left me the name of his attorney in Dublin, if that would help.”

  “Oh yes!” She wrote it down, thanked him and hung up.

  She checked her watch. Let’s see, they were about five hours ahead so she might just catch him in his office. Suzanne dialed the international number.

  “Hello? Mr. Patrick O’Malley?”

  “Yes, this is he,” came the melodious Irish voice.

  “Thank god! I’m calling from America—New York City. I’m Suzanne Diggs. It’s imperative that I get in touch with Peter O’Grady…”

  “Peter O’Grady, you say?”

  “Yes! It’s very important!”

  “Well, he has no set address yet. He’ll be callin’ me when he’s settled in, wherever that it.”

  “You don’t know where he is?”

  “No, Peter roams around. He’s a regular gadfly, he is.”

  “Please, can you get a message to him as soon as he checks in? It’s urgent.”

  Suzanne gave him her name and number, and O’Malley promised he’d get it to Peter as soon as he called in. She hung up, feeling the terrible weight of dread pressing on her.

  * * * * *

  The women met again Tuesday night in Suzanne’s apartment. She told them about O’Grady’s sudden move and that all she could do was leave a message with his lawyer.

  “Oh no,” Carol said. “Why would he suddenly leave?”

  “I don’t know. But it seems very odd,” Diane said. “But let’s not panic now. We all feel better, right?”

  One look around the room and that hopeful notion was quickly put to rest. All four seemed drawn with worry.

  “We had the incantation, we’ll be fine!” Wendy said with false cheeriness.

  “Yeah, about that,” Suzanne said. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

  “Yeah?” Diane frowned.

  “Something O’Grady said bothered me. I didn’t think it through at the time but now, in light of the fact that he left so suddenly, it came back to me.”

  “What? What?”

  “He was talking about calling his relatives, who he said gave him the incantation. Then he said, ‘They say such a thing should have never happened. It has never happened before.’ My question is, if it has never happened before, how did they know what incantation would work?”

  A terrible silence filled the room.

  “You don’t think…” Diane began.

  “I’m not sure,” Suzanne responded. “We do feel better, right? I’m just wondering…did he make all that up? Was the incantation a hoax?”

  “It did seem very strange to have us all get naked like that,” Carol said.

  “Yeah, if I hadn’t been so anxious for it to work, I would’ve thought he was getting his jollies or something,” Wendy put in.

  Everyone nodded.

  “Shit. Does that mean…?”

  “What? That the curse isn’t lifted? No, that’s nonsense,” Suzanne quickly said. “It just seems strange, that’s all.”

  There was really nothing more to be said. Each realized she would have to face her demons on her own. After some dispirited goodbyes, they left, each deep in their own thoughts.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Suzanne spotted the man across the room and did her best to ignore him. She felt that familiar thrum in her loins as she stood at the bar, ordering a glass of wine.

  As she turned away and raised the glass to her lips, she caught sight of him staring at her with unabashed lust and she had to look away for fear she’d climax right on the spot. There was something about him. He was a handsome man, over six feet tall with dark shaggy hair and piercing brown eyes. She knew if he approached her, she would be helpless to stop herself. Already her pussy began to lubricate in anticipation.

  Stop it! she told herself. I can’t go on doing this!

  She turned away, fighting her emotions. She scanned the other side of the room, looking for a friend or coworker to distract herself from the man’s eyes.

  “Can I buy you a drink?”

  She turned, startled to see him standing at her elbow, and knew she was lost in that moment. Up close he was even more handsome, if that was possible, and she could see the muscles pressing against his shirt. And he smelled wonderful! A scent of aftershave mixed with a musky, manly odor, as if he had worked outdoors all day and had jumped into the shower just before coming to the bar.

  She had to get this man into a bed.

  “Sure,” she said, trying to keep her voice cool, although she felt anything but that.

  He ordered her another glass then turned back to face her. “I should introduce myself. I’m—”

  She held up a hand. “No names.”

  He looked puzzled. “No names?”

  “No. Humor me, okay?”

  He gave a half nod. “All right, Miss X. We’ll play it your way.”

  “Good. You’ll find it’s better that way.”

  “Am I to assume that you don’t want to know anything about me? Where I work or what my dreams are?”

  She thought about that and gave him a smile. “Work, okay—but be generic.” Suzanne was curious about what he did that kept him in such good shape.

  “I’m a steelworker.”

  Suzanne had a sudden image of him pounding rivets, sweat pouring off his dirt-stained body and had to grip the bar for support.

  “Are you all right?”

  “No. I mean, yes, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy there for a second.”

  “Well, okay then. Can I ask what you do—generically of course.”

  “Legal secretary.”

  He grinned. “So we have Beauty and the Beast, brains and the brawn.”

  “Something like that.”

  “Looks like we’ve just about run out of conversation though. That is, unless you want to know more about me.”

  Yeah, like what do you look like with your clothes off? “You’re right. We do seem to be at an impasse.”

  “Well, this goes against everything I’ve been taught about women—you know, about taking it slow and getting to know each other. But if we can’t talk, we might as well go to my place and fuck.”

  Another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She put her half-empty glass on the bar. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  She took his arm and they caught a cab outside. They rode the eight blocks in silence. Suzanne never let go of his arm, feeling the bicep press against her breast. Her pussy was wet with her need.

  They got out and her mystery man paid the driver. She looked up at the apartment building and nodded. It was typical of what a construction worker could afford—not too fancy but certainly safe and clean. They rode up in the elevator, the silence stretching out between them.

  Once he unlocked the door, Suzanne felt the dam burst within her. She didn’t protest when he turned and grabbed her, kicking the door shut with his foot and pressing her up against the wall. He kissed her and she kissed him back hard. She loved the feel of his arms around her, crushing her to his powerful chest. He made her feel small and weak and helpless.

  They kissed again and again. They were animals, unable to control themselves. She felt his hand on her breast and wanted those damn clothes out of the way. She needed to feel his fingers on her flesh.

  Her fingers went to her blouse and unbuttoned it as quickly as she could. He helped her and soon her blouse was open and his hand went into the cups of her bra. Her skin felt hot.

  She didn’t sto
p him as he yanked her blouse from her shoulders then unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled free and he immediately took a nipple into his mouth. Suzanne’s mouth came open and her knees grew weak. Only the wall was holding her up. The wall and the man’s powerful arms.

  As he alternated between her nipples, his fingers dropped to her skirt and he found the catch, releasing it. The garment puddled around her feet. Suzanne cursed her pantyhose for there was no sexy way to get them off. Her pussy cried out for release.

  “Wait, wait,” she said, pushing him away. “Let me get these off.”

  He stepped back and she peeled her pantyhose down off her legs and threw them across the room. She reached for her lace panties but the man caught her arm.

  “No, leave them for now. They look sexy on you.”

  Whatever you say, mister. Her pussy grew even hotter.

  He bent down and picked her up easily, as if she weighed hardly anything. Suzanne, who was the tallest of her three friends, loved the sensation that she was petite compared to him.

  He carried her to his bedroom. For the first time, she got a look at his apartment and found it clean and neat. Could this man be any more perfect? His bedroom was also organized, the bed made. He laid her down on the covers. She tried to act demure, fighting the urge to spread her legs wide and crook a finger at him.

  She watched as he stripped, like seeing the wrapping being pulled off a long-desired present. As his shirt came open, she marveled at his physique. Well-defined chest and six-pack abs made her swoon. Her legs came apart on their own accord.

  He pulled off his pants and she smiled when she saw the penguins on his boxer shorts. He looked down at himself and smiled back. “A gift from an old girlfriend,” he said.

  “I like them.” What idiot let you go?

  But she liked the bulge underneath more. God, he was well hung! His cock made a tent of the material. He had to pull the waistband out wide to ease it over his turgid member. Suzanne’s mouth came open when she saw it—she couldn’t help herself.

  She got to all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed. Grabbing his hips, she pulled him close and took his cock into her mouth.

  “Oh god,” he moaned.

  She had learned how to please a man well over the years—her ex-husband had been a particular fan—and her recent experience with strangers only improved her technique. She sucked and licked and played with his balls until she could tell he was about to come. Then she pulled away and shook her head at his dismayed expression.

  “Uh-huh. Don’t want to waste it.”

  “Hell no.” He pushed her back and crawled over her. Thankfully he didn’t thrust into her right away, although Suzanne was in no position to delay. He bent down and sucked on her nipples and she threw her head back, marveling at this wonderful man. He seemed to know just what to do.

  He kissed her again and again until Suzanne’s mouth ached. Their hands clutched at each other. She opened her legs for him and reached down to feel his tumescence. She didn’t think she could stand to be without it another minute.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Well, if you insist,” he said, and pressed the tip to her hot wetness.

  “Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh god.”

  Though his cock was large, it slid in smoothly. It was as if she had been made for him. Sparks went off in her head and she clung to him as he pressed it all the way in. The heat, the size, the power, of it made her not want to let him go.

  But when he began to thrust within her, Suzanne thought she could very well die right there and be perfectly happy. All the other men in her life—including sadly her ex—seemed inadequate in comparison. His cock touched all the right spots. And he knew how to use it.

  They rode together and she had one climax on top of another. He was indefatigable! Her pussy was the center of her universe and the rest of her body seemed to be sucked into it, like an exploding star.

  After her fifth or six climax, when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, she felt him stiffen and erupt within her, triggering her last orgasm. She cried out and her mind short-circuited for several seconds as the pleasure washed through her.

  Suzanne was barely aware when he pulled out. Just a sensation of sadness, mixed with her exhaustion. She felt him pulling the covers down from underneath her and she could barely help him move—her body felt light yet she couldn’t seem to find the controls. He crawled in next to her and pulled up the covers. She snuggled up against him. Her last conscious thought was how great he smelled.

  She woke the next morning and looked over at the man. He slept easily. She admired him for several minutes until he stirred and opened one eye.

  She put a hand on his cheek. “Thanks, Ben. That was wonderful.”

  “Oh you’re back to normal now?”

  “Yes. At least until next time.”

  “I still don’t quite understand it all, Suz. But I have to admit, the game’s a lot of fun.”

  She smiled. She could never expect Ben to really believe she’d been cursed. He was too down-to-earth.

  “Yes, it is fun, isn’t it?” She pulled back the covers, suddenly ravenous. “Come on, I’ll fix you breakfast.”

  * * * * *

  Carol knelt on the rug, naked, her knees apart, her head down, hands at her sides. She could hear the whisper of Barry’s clothes as he approached her.

  “How is my pet today?”

  “Good, Master.”

  “Tell me about your day.”

  “I got home from work an hour ago. I cleaned the kitchen as you asked, and I answered some of your emails.”

  “Any prospects?”

  “Yes, sir. A couple in Albany want you to train the wife. I called them and got them both on the phone. She’s been hiding her submissive desires for years and now that it’s out in the open, her husband is curious to explore them.”

  “Very good. Did they express curiosity about you?”

  “Oh yes. The wife asked me many questions.”

  “Were you honest with them?”

  “Yes, Master,” she blushed, remembering how intimate the questions had become once they realized she had been ordered to answer all their questions honestly.

  “Tell me some of their questions.”

  Carol knew that was coming and she felt the blush spread from her neck to her face. It pleased him to embarrass her by making her describe intimate details.

  “Um, she asked if you whipped me regularly, and I told her yes, you did. She asked if that hurt and I said it did, but then the sex afterward was so good you forgot about the pain. That seemed to really excite both of them.”

  “How could you tell?”

  “She kinda gasped and her husband chuckled.”

  “What else?”

  “Well, she asked if I was marked and I told her I was.”

  “Be specific.”

  “Sorry, sir. I told her I had a ring in my clit hood that bounces against my clit all day long, keeping me aroused. Oh—I told her I’m not allowed to wear panties too. And I told her about the tattoo on my ass that looks like a swirling design but that it has your initials inside.”

  “Good. What else did she want to know?”

  “She wanted to know if you ever made me fuck other men.”

  “And?”

  “I told her that was an individual choice. You prefer to keep me to yourself but that they might decide otherwise.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Well, he asked if you, uh, showed me off and I told him you did and how embarrassed I got.”

  “But you know you love it.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He came close and put his fingers under her chin to lift her eyes to his. “I’m very pleased with you. You’ve become a great help to me.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “I shall reward you. Come.”

  Carol rose at once, her body on fire, and followed him upstairs. He took her to her favorite machine, the Sybian, a saddle-like dev
ice with many amazing attachments. This was their newest model with an extended front. He let her pick out the dildo she preferred, the six-inch model with the ribbed edges. Already she found herself becoming wet and her fingers fumbled to attach the dildo. Once in place, she climbed on, centered herself over the rubber cock and eased down. It filled her nicely, not too big and not too small.

  He tapped her rump and she raised herself up, placing her hands well forward. This caused her clit to be pressed harder against the rise of the saddle and brought her ass into target range. Her hands rested on wooden dowels that stuck out from the sides. Barry tied them in place with rawhide laces—not too tight, but tight enough so she couldn’t release her grip. She waited while Barry buckled the straps around her thighs and ankles, trapping her. She looked as if she were riding a horse, bent forward, striving for the finish line.

  He picked up the remote. He would be in charge of her pleasure—and pain. She watched as he went to the wall and breathed a sigh of relief when he took down the suede cat o’nine tails, her favorite.

  He caught her expression and smiled. “See how wonderful life can be when you please me?”

  She nodded, impatient for him to begin. He thumbed a switch on the remote. Carol felt the cock inside her come alive, a low vibration sending waves of pleasure through her.

  He reared back and slashed the suede whip against her ass. She rocked forward, her pleasure evaporating as the pain crashed through her. The straps allowed her some movement but only forward, to press her clit harder against the leather and to expose more of her ass to the whip. While she was in that position, he struck her again, lower this time.

  Carol soon found her rhythm, rocking forward and back, getting a sharp jolt, followed by a wave of pleasure. He upped the vibrations and she soon found herself saying, “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” like a mantra. The cock seemed alive in her, sending out waves of pleasure that at first alternated with the pain then began to counteract it.

  She knew this was the beginning of a massive orgasm. It built upon itself, each time rising higher until she found she needed the whip to prolong it. She was riding now, her body coated with sweat, her mouth open, hair hanging in her eyes.

  Everything was concentrated on her pussy and ass. Whack! Ohhhh! Whack! Ohhhh! Each time she climbed higher.