I rolled my eyes in the other direction and nudged Nik's leg gently under the table. If there's one thing she hated people saying, it was : “that's so exotic,” in response to her name. If they mentioned the movie La Femme Nikita, she really lost it.
Which is why I was surprised to hear Nik respond:
“It's Greek.”
Except she didn't just say this, she sort of slurred it. It was also a huge lie.
For some reason, I was more turned on than I was amused or confused or even jealous.
“You don't look Greek,” the man said. “I mean, I knew a lot of Greek girls in college. You ever hear of a Greek tragedy? You know, when their nose is too big for their face?”
Nik's nose was a tiny little upturned thing, probably imported to Canada long ago from France, and about as far away from a “Greek tragedy” as you could get.
And Nik responded: “Oh, I'm half Russian.”
Such lies.
I had, in all my life, never heard Nik lie much. Certainly not about anything trivial. Certainly not like this, at a bar, for kicks.
The game was making me uneasy, but it was also quite fun.
The man, I could see, was really digging this crap she was feeding him. “That must be it. It's a very hot combination.”
I felt my cock throb and I shifted in my seat. One thing I hadn't given any thought to in this whole idea was what I was supposed to do.
I took a sip of wine. I decided to look busy. I waved at the bartender, a girl with a tremendous set of breasts, which she allowed to spill out of her black top liberally. Her face was plain and unmemorable, which is probably why. “What kind of wine is this?” I asked. She shrugged.
Nik was saying something to her man-friend next to me, in her fluttery, flirtatious voice. I felt a little burn creep over the back of my neck as I tried to listen to what she was saying and pretend to be having a deep conversation with the now-impatient bartender about the wine.
Nik let out a chirrupy bird laugh. “Oh my gosh! I...no. No,. no...is that what that means?”
She smacked me on the arm. “Honey,” she said, in a cloying voice. “Did you know about this?”
The man was already losing interest and evidently becoming quite annoyed. “Know what?” I said, innocently.
“Apparently,” Nik purred in my ear, and the hum of her breath sent spikes of heat through my body, “If you wear an anklet, it's a sort of signal or something that your-”
The guy lifted his drink and smiled at us just then, and spun around to attend to something else.
“Oh my god,” Nik said. “I can't believe it worked just like that.” She wound her arm around my neck and pulled my face close to hers. “I sat down and then he just popped up, like a genie.”
So two things here: one, Nik's voice sounded like she should be doing recordings for a sex line - it had that wet, cunty quality to it like any second she'd say something terrifically dirty. Which, combined with the scene I had just witnessed and the way she was raking her fingers through my hair and breathing on my earlobe, had my cock turned into a painfully throbbing mass.
At the same time, it was a little obscene. This was not the Nik I knew. Nik, who never went by Nikita because she didn't like the way people said things like: “That's a very sexy name.” Nik, who was just not a “spontaneity” kind of girl. Nik who was a fairly uptight and moderately conservative woman.
I had that wild feeling in my stomach, of being out of control. It felt identical, and I noted this to myself at the time, as the sensation that had almost made me vomit into near-space the one and only time I went skydiving.
Something felt very, very, out of control in all of this.
I watched the disappointed man retreat to a table in the corner, where three other people were seated. Their eyes went briefly to us, a look of disdain flitted across a woman's face, and then they returned to whatever they had been doing all along.
Nik, meantime, spun around and surveyed the bar. “I wonder if this is something that just everybody knows,” she said, almost breathlessly. “And we had no idea all along, you know, like one of those things you just miss for some reason, and then you find out about it and everyone is like, “what the hell?” Like Captain Crunch. You know?”
(In a perplexing turn of events, even for Canada, Nik had gone her whole life to age thirty without ever having seen, heard of, and much less tasted, the popular breakfast cereal Captain Crunch. She was as shocked by everyone else's reaction to this information, as every person in the free world was by the statistical unlikelihood of a person getting all the way through life in North America without being part of a conversation about Captain Crunch ripping off the roof of your mouth.
But there it was.)
“You didn't know about it, did you?” Nik said. “The anklet?”
Her voice was, and perhaps I was just imagining it - suggestive.
Her eyes were consumed by her pupils and she looked like she'd thrown back a whole bottle of ecstasy or something.
I shook my head.
“I wonder if someone else will come over here?” she mused.
She said it like she was really hoping for it. She was stroking her knee and looking a round the room like she was fishing for something.
“Okay,” I said, taking her elbow and spinning her back to the bar on the stool. “I think it's time we skedaddle.”
Nik laughed. “Not yet,” she said, and now she was just teasing, which sent a flood of relief through me. “I'm just getting started.” She leaned in and whispered to me conspiratorially. “Aren't you even a little bit curious? Like, if we sat here, how many guys would come over? Don't you want a statistically valid sample size...”
She went on and on while I asked for the check and paid the bartender.
“Okay, sexy-Susan,” I said. “Let's get out of here.”
Nik just giggled, in a low, rumbling way that made my cock even harder. There was a small part of me that might not have minded seeing what did happen here, but she was making me pretty nervous.
8 PORN STARS
We were all over each other in the car, but I wouldn't say it was superheated. Just fun and a little sexier than Nik had been in a long time. She was stroking my arm, leaning against me. She kissed me.
It was a short drive, and we started up toward our own house from the driveway end where the cabbie let us off.
Nik grabbed my arm as I approached the house, fumbling with the keys. “Hey,” she whispered loudly. She tugged at me.
I turned to face her, and she was looking at the Smiths' cottage. A light was falling through the window onto the sand, and the movement of people inside sent ripples of shadows across the pale yellow on the ground.
“Aren't you curious?” she said.
I stared at Nik for a minute. This was pretty unlike her. At the same time...was I curious? Was I fucking curious about what Paige, the big-breasted Swedish supermodel was doing inside that house?
“Uh...” I gurgled. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say here.
“You want to?” Nik said, her eyes on fire with a very devious quality. She was looking out across the sand.
“We shouldn't,” I said, mostly to have said The Appropriate Thing, and be able to claim, later to have done so. But I was already moving with Nik, edging a little closer to the edge of the walk and into the sand.
We crept across the dark beach: the sun had just disappeared, and an ink-blue sky gave some light, though not much, to the sandy, windswept grasses that surrounded the area around their cottage.
“What if-”
“Shh!” Nik hissed at me. She had taken the lead, and now, even though we were quite a bit a way from the house, she was creeping along as if she were avoiding sniper shots.
“Nik,” I said, but the surf ate my voice up. I had just pictured peeping up into the house and meeting the stare of Mitch, his dark eyes burning through me.
And what if they were on the lam, or serial killers? Then what?
There were only two outcomes here, I realized: we were either going to get caught and feel like assholes, or we were going to get shot by American bank robbers.
“Nik,” I whispered hoarsely.
She was already crouching under the ledge of a window, and she was smiling. She must have been quite tipsy. She covered her mouth.
I joined her, not knowing what else to do. I opened my mouth to say something, urging her to come back with me to the house, when we heard a woman's sultry voice – Paige's, obviously – moan.
Only one kind of activity would lead to that kind of moan.
“Oh, it hurts,” she moaned, but the way she said it was not like “it” hurt, but rather a drawl that oozed almost as much as whatever she was claiming was “hurting” her. “It's so big. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Nik stared at me, her eyes as wide as they had ever been.
My cock had just sucked up all of the blood in my body, so I was looking back at her in a half-trance.
Again:
“Oh!” But this was like a dripping, melting “oh.”
Another one.
Then a sharp, squealing one.
“It's so big. Oh, it hurts,” Paige moaned again. Her voice ended in a pant.
From what I could determine by the sounds of the voices, Paige – and whoever it was whose big thing was hurting her – were in the room that the window above us let into. This window was closed, but another one, on the other side, was open.
I thought quickly. The light was on in this room, which meant that whoever was in there wouldn't be able to see out the window.
I whispered this to Nik. “Right?” I said.
She furrowed her brow. It sounded right, of course, and if I had been in any other situation I would not have hesitated to say that it was right and anyone who doubted it was an idiot. But we were about to poke our heads up and look in on a very illicit scene, and I wanted Nik's reassurance that I was 100% correct.
She shrugged, and nodded.
I looked at her helplessly.
And then she turned and propped herself up on her knees, to peek into the window with just enough of her head peeping over the ledge to look in.
I pulled her back, because I decided we were less likely to be seen further away from the window. And then we knelt there, like two kids watching TV, mouths open.
The room – which no one had taken any pains to cover or hide – was illuminated by the overhead light and also a professional-looking white light and umbrella as if from a photographer's studio. Mitch was in the room, and I actually saw him first: but there was no chance of him seeing us. His eyes were fixed on the screen of the camera he was operating. He was standing, quite close, to a large, naked man. The camera was pointed down, in order to capture the part of the scene that I took in next.
Paige was on a settee of sorts, her head down and her ass up. She was tied at the feet by coils of large and theatrical rope, reminiscent of rope from large freighters. Though what did I know? The knots were elaborate and excessive, so that her ankles were bound quite expertly together, although whether they were attached to anything, I don't know. Her feet moved in slow circles, marking her discomfort. Her hair was splayed across her face and the settee.
The camera, however, was most likely only capturing the huge cock of the man who was fucking her, moving in and out of her ass.
I blinked.
It was, indeed, in her ass. Like anyone, I've watched enough porn to see that right away. Her hole was stretched to accommodate the man's immense girth, and he was sawing away remorselessly at her tight ring, even as she moaned and complained about how much it hurt and was too big.
I heard the low rumble of the man's voice as he said something to Paige, but not the words: probably something like, “that's it, baby.” He squeezed her ass and began to hammer her as her moans crescendoed to a squealing, anguished chorus. “It's too big! I can't take it anymore!” she cried, though obviously she was enjoying herself a little. The man slapped her round ass and kept right on going, right over her moaning, willing, and crying.
Then, he slowly drew back, and Paige's voice let out a strangled cry as the many, many inches of his cock withdrew from inside of her. He was long, and his cock just kept coming out. When he finally withdrew the fat, meaty crown of his huge dick from her hole, we could see the gape he had left behind: a red rim with a dark black inside of it. Mitch reached out a hand, without dropping the camera, and pulled on one cheek of Paige's ass, while the man pulled on the other, and stroked himself until his white cum began to spurt from the tip of his cock. Most of the ropes of white cum splashed against Paige's throbbing gape; they gushed out with each pulse and coated her reddened eyelet with creamy goop. Strands of cum landed on her ass and her back, and the man just kept exploding like a fountain.
I stared as Mitch dipped a finger into her ass, and shook it around inside of the hole, jiggling the fresh cum of another man in his own wife's ass. His voice rumbled, but like the other man's we couldn't hear anything.
We should have probably left at that point, but we were both paralyzed in shock, and, at least in my case, the hot frenzy inside of me. The man moved away from Paige, and sort of collapsed in an armchair. Mitch handed him the camera.
It wasn't over yet. My balls were aching and my cock was so hard I could barely breathe. I could feel precum bubbling up on the tip of my dick. When I looked over at Nik, she was staring unabashedly at the scene before her, and the expression on her face seemed to kick right through the end of my cock. She was getting off – really getting off – on what she was seeing.
Mitch went around to where his wife was still lying, her hair covering her face, on the settee. He pushed her hair out of her face, and we saw her smile as she looked up at him. He combed her sweaty hair away from her face with his fingers. It was then that I noticed that her hands were bound between her legs, part of the same mound of ropes that held her feet, so she was immobile in the position she was in. All of her ripe, round flesh just propped there to be taken advantage of however they pleased.
Mitch unzipped his jeans and his cock popped out. He was a large guy as well – not nearly as big as the monster who had just taken her in the ass, but good-sized. Paige's eyes went to his cock, and it was like she gave him a long massage with her intense gaze. She licked her lips.
He guided his cock to her mouth, and the man now holding the camera extended his arm to better capture the shot as she took him inside of her. He grasped her by the hair and pushed her onto his cock. His meat disappeared into her mouth, and he kept going, pushing her until her neck twisted and she craned downward, all the way until her lips kissed the base of his cock and smashed against his balls.
And then he pulled her up and down his shaft, using her hair, which he wound around his hand, as a handle. Faster and faster, her lips stretching wide to take him in, until he gave a groan that we could hear and pulled out of her mouth to explode all over her face. Paige let the cum splatter her cheeks, and kept her mouth open to get as much of the waterfall of white froth as she could into her mouth.
The man who had been inside of her rose at this point, and walked over to film her face as she lay there panting and licking the cum that she could reach from her lips. Just before I fell back onto my heels, I saw her tongue extend out to lick up a glob of cum that had landed on the settee.
Nik and I exchanged glances, and then we crab-crawled backward until we felt safe standing up and running back to our own house.
We entered the house half-laughing, half-shocked. Nik was covering her mouth in her typical gesture of disbelief, and shaking her head. Her eyes were wet with submerged laughter, and when I closed the door she exploded. She was shaking her head, and wordlessly waving her hands at me.
This could have meant anything: if Nik was put in the position of having to be quiet, anywhere, she got the urge to laugh. She has almost laughed at funerals, church services, weddings, in court when she was testifying about a car accident, and on more than on
e job interview. She was the worst person you could ever try to rob a bank with.
The mood, though, changed suddenly, almost as though a match were struck. Nik looked at me, and her laughter stripped away from her expression and her body language.
We didn't say anything to each other, but the communication of our eyes was enough: that had been, however outrageous, hot.
My cock was almost painfully inflated. I went for an unusually animalistic tone, and pushed Nik up against the wall. She responded to me by pressing against my body and clawing at my clothes. It had been a long time since we had gone at it like this: usually we neatly removed our clothing and then slid under the covers before we even touched each other.
She tugged my shirt up and over my head, and then her hands dove into my jeans and into my underwear, until her fingers found what they were seeking and closed around my stiff cock, hard. I pushed her dress up, and fumbled my way into her panties. A pulse of excitement went through me, that I knew she could feel with her talon-like grip around my dick, when my knuckles scraped against the soaked fabric of her panties at the same time my fingers dipped into her wet pussy.
She was so wet. Wet like I had already made her come several times.
I grinned at her, and she grinned back. Then she pushed me away.
“Take your pants off, soldier,” she said. But she didn't give me even a second to do it. She reached for my fly herself, and yanked on my jeans. Only then did she grab the bottom of her dress and lift it up over her head. As she did so, I shimmied out of my jeans. She tossed her dress on the floor and our bodies came back together again.
Her skin was hot and her hands seemed to move everywhere, all over me, eagerly. Finally she found my cock with both of her hands and she stroked it hungrily. Her thumb swept over the crown and a pleased smile came onto her face as she found that precum was dripping from the tip of my cock.
She pushed me back onto the bed, and I was forced to sit down. She climbed onto my lap, using one hand to free her breasts from the lacy black bra that suspended them.
The juices from her cunt were oozing onto my cock, and I could feel her soft curls, damp with excitement, dancing over my inflamed organ. My cock jumped and flapped against her, but she was busy squirming over me to get herself out of her bra.
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