by Barbra Novac
“Oh, yes, dirty talk is part of the way we will have sex, but it's also the way that I reach the nasty whore inside you. I want that slut to come out here, and I want her to play with me. In these moments, I'm not interested in your good woman. I'm calling forth the hot slut who is standing in front of me, pulling on her own nipples, and dreaming of having her pussy filled. Is that you? Who are you at the moment?”
Marianne could hardly speak. Her voice came out in a whisper.
“Oh, yes! That is who I am. That's me.”
Peter kneeled in front of her and slid down her black lace panties. As they dragged away from her pussy, strings of thick, clear arousal fluid stuck to the underwear and snail-trailed down her inner thighs.
“I can see what a slut you are from the whore juice leaking out between your thighs.” He pulled her panties off, lifting one leg at a time, and tossed them to the side. “I can smell what a slut you are, and I can hear it in your breathing.” Peter stood again as Marianne moved one hand down toward her pussy. “No, Marianne, no fingers in your whore's cunt just yet. I'll deal with that soon.”
“Ohhhh,” Marianne groaned. “But I need to come. I'm so turned on.”
“I said no. Do you want me to leave now and take this away from you?”
Marianne looked distressed for a moment. “God, no! I'm sorry. I'm new to this. I didn't know.”
Peter looked at her, thinking hard.
“You didn't know, but I knew what you needed as soon as we talked, didn't I? You will have to trust me and let me take what I need from you.” Peter waited for her response. She lowered her eyes. “Now keep tugging at your nipples,” he said, “and spread your legs. I want you to stand so your feet are about shoulder-width apart.”
Without hesitation, Marianne's hands flew back to her breasts, and she set her legs apart. Suddenly the room filled with the scent of feminine arousal, and Peter's cock lurched forward, trapped by its clothing. Marianne still looked straight ahead.
“How did you know?” she asked. “How did you know this would excite me so much? How did you know that I need this as much as I do?”
“It's my job to know. Besides, only a cheap little whore goes to nasty Kings Cross sex shops to pump her cunt out in the back of the store.”
Marianne groaned loudly and threw her head back again, pulling hard on her still fully-extended nipples.
Peter reached forward and stroked his fingers across the swollen labia. Then with two fingers, he gently spread the outer lips open wider and rubbed his thick middle finger against the opening of her hungry pussy. Her pussy burned hot; the intensity of her response excited Peter again. He'd never seen anything like it in all his years of initiating women to the joys of submission. She stood there, so beautiful, so achingly full of lust. It took all his strength to focus on the moment and not fall into a fantasy about what he could teach this woman and where they could go together in the future.
“Open your mouth,” he told her.
Marianne parted her red lips, dark with arousal. Her eyes vacantly focused on an abstract point in front of her. Her vagina poured fluid. It gathered at the tops of her thighs in huge droplets that threatened to run down the inside of her leg. Peter wanted to see that. He wanted to see if he could get her so hot that the wetness would pool enough to drip down her leg.
He pulled his fingers from between her legs and dipped them into her mouth.
“Taste yourself. Taste the juice of a slut's pussy.”
Marianne let her tongue extend from her mouth and rolled it around his fingers. She sucked like a woman dying of thirst, pulling on her nipples as hard as she could, moaning into his hand.
“You love pussy juice, don't you?”
“Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes,” said Marianne when Peter had taken his hand out of her mouth. “I've never had it before, but I want more. Please, put your fingers back in there and feed me more of my wetness.”
Peter smiled. She learned fast. Lust coursed through his veins, making his cock throb in its desperate desire to get out. He took his middle finger and plunged it deep into her aching hole in one move. She moaned and began to hump on it immediately. Peter inserted another finger and rubbed his two fingers together inside her, getting as much of her wetness on his hand as possible. He could feel the thick, gooey lubricant running down his fingers and into the palm of his hand.
He pulled his fingers out of her and placed them immediately back into her mouth, this time thrusting them in deeper to see how much she could take. She relaxed her throat straightaway and sucked, her tongue sticking out and sliding sensuously all over the palm of his hand.
“You love cunt juice, don't you, little whore?”
“Yes!” Marianne struggled to get the word out, her lips still wrapped around the hand pumping into her mouth.
“What else would you eat if I put it in your mouth? I want you to tell me.”
He felt Marianne hesitate. She could hear dirty talk, but engaging in the activity herself obviously confounded her.
“Don't hesitate, Marianne. Just tell me.”
Peter moved his fingers back to her pussy and thrust them in again.
“I'd eat your…your cock. I'd love to suck your cock until you spilled your cum into me.”
Peter added another finger this time, so that three fingers were pulsing in and out of her slick, wet pussy. Marianne moaned and gyrated on his fingers, still pulling on her nipples. She worked with Peter as his fingers moved in and out of her. Her passion built up so much that Peter started to get worried. If they kept that up too much longer, she'd come all over his hand, and that wasn't the place he wanted to feel her pussy throb. His cock pressed into the front of his trousers violently now. He couldn't think of another time he'd been so excited by a woman. An incredibly attractive, intelligent woman reduced to his sex slave in a matter of a few moments.
Peter glanced down at his fingers moving in and out of her vagina and saw two thick globs of lubrication rolling down her thighs.
“You love cocks, don't you?” he murmured, grazing her skin with the fingertips of his other hand. “You love pussy as well. Everything turns you on, doesn't it? That's why you live here, because you don't want to take yourself away from the steam and the sleaze. You're a Kings Cross slut crying out to be used and to have cum dumped into her.”
Peter could feel Marianne building up now. Her vagina clenched around his pumping fingers; she spread her legs much farther and pulled her nipples harder than he'd seen her do all night.
“Oh, God, yes. Yes, it's true. That's who I am,” she moaned out as her head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed.
Still pumping his fingers in and out, Peter stepped forward.
“Will you do anything I say, my little slut? Will you do things that you think are wild and naughty for me?”
“Oh, God, yes. God, yes…just let me come now. I need to come,” Marianne panted through clenched teeth.
Peter reached forward and took her hand off her breast. He pulled it toward her pussy. He withdrew his own hand just as her fingers traveled into the same hole and started to pump in the same fashion. She immediately began fucking herself with one hand and pulling on her nipple with the other. Peter removed his suit and the rest of his clothes, watching this amazing woman perform as she tried to make herself come.
Once he'd stripped, he backed her over toward the couch, removing remnants of clothes from the couch and anything else that might be in the way. Peter laid Marianne on her back. He paused to take full advantage of the eroticism of the moment. The connoisseur in Peter loved the deliciously sexual woman as much as he loved a fine wine. On her back, Marianne pushed her legs apart, straining to spread them wider. Saliva collected at the corner of her mouth, and her head rocked gently from side to side. She looked up at the ceiling, completely lost in her body's response.
Peter stroked his steely erection, precum leaking over the top of it in its eagerness to get into her. His eyes trailed over her body to her hands, working
her right breast and her pussy hard. The two fingers she used to pump in and out looked coated in the sexy fluid she produced, and he could see her clit standing to full attention.
He needed her here exactly as she appeared now. Nothing more, nothing less.
Taking his cock with his right hand, he positioned himself to enter her. He pulled her hardworking fingers out of her hole, directing her hand toward her face. He wanted her to smell and taste the passion flowing out of her. As he leaned forward to push her fingers into her mouth, he pressed his rock-hard dick gently past her opening, into the cavernous depths of her pulsing hole.
She sucked hard on her own fingers, her tongue peeking out between them, sliding up and down the small shafts. Relishing the sight, Peter sat back a little, hooking her legs over his elbows to give his cock free access to her as he stared down at her writhing form below him.
Peter could feel her engage with his thrusts as soon as his cock sank into her. Straining forward, she met his movements with as much penetration as she could absorb. Peter groaned as his meat pumped into her, knowing she did everything she could to fuck him back. She impaled herself on his cock, using her vagina to suck on it and drag it deeper and deeper into her.
Peter felt that he'd come into this glorious body, and soon. He reached forward and pulled on her nipples again, firmer this time, as hard as he'd seen her doing only minutes before.
“Ohhh, unnggghhh…unngggghhhh…” she groaned.
Fighting his own orgasm for all he was worth, Peter could see her orgasm coming. She flailed like a wild thing, thrashing about on his cock now, thrusting as hard as she could to get him farther into her. Then suddenly she stopped moving, her neck and legs very stiff. Peter could see the veins in her neck straining. He gripped onto her hips, ramming her cunt onto his cock as hard and fast as he could.
When her whole body tensed up, Peter could feel it all over his dick. Her vaginal walls clenched and throbbed on his penis as if her womb were a vortex sucking him in. He couldn't hold back any longer. With no thought for the consequences, Peter allowed his cock to explode into her as her own orgasm reached its peak. He felt his shaft jerk hard as spurt after spurt of his hot cum lurched up into her hungry body. Eventually, when his dick had stopped unloading its charge into her, he could see that she'd fallen back, exhausted. She'd gone limp all over, her arms falling by her sides and her head rolling to one shoulder.
Marianne felt swept away. She floated in another world, a postorgasmic delirium. She felt his kisses as he leaned forward over her body, through the fog of her subsiding pleasure. It took the cake as the most incredible sexual experience she'd ever had.
She lay back, spent and happy, letting him kiss her, enjoying the stillness of the warmth between them. He kissed her gently, and soon she felt his penis, now reduced to its normal size, slip out of her stretched hole.
Peter turned his head to whisper into her ear.
“Darling,” he said to her very softly. “Go and lie on your bed. Take a rest. I'll be along in a minute.”
He pulled back, assisting the movement in her legs, still stretched as wide as possible to accommodate him. Easing them gently from their place, he guided them to the floor.
She stood up, slightly off balance. Her legs ached somewhat from having been in a strange position. She looked at Peter, who sat watching her, and her eyes trailed down to his thick penis. Tiny electrical bolts tickled at her vagina as she observed his most private body part enclosed warmly in its sheath.
Ignoring the feelings in her pussy, she smiled at Peter, turned, and walked down the small corridor to her bedroom. The clock next to her bed said 2:30 a.m., and Marianne suddenly realized she felt terribly tired.
Peeling back the cool linen on her pretty bed, Marianne floated into it, thinking, Thank God I put fresh sheets on the bed earlier today. These thoughts played with her as dreams took over, and she fell asleep.
* * *
Peter watched her walk away from him and sat back in the chair. He'd go and check on her in a minute, and then he'd have to make his plans. Thinking for a moment about the body of that incredible woman, he rested in the afterglow of his orgasm.
After checking the locks on the house, he picked up the breathtaking dress she'd worn. Peter held it admiringly in his hands for a moment, relishing the scent of her perfume that rose from the lace. He thought of how beautiful she looked in it, and how subtly it held her lust. No one could know, looking at her in that dress, what she would be like later on, thrusting her fingers inside herself. He put it carefully over the back of the couch.
Picking up the items of lacy underwear, he smiled when he held her panties, wet as if they'd been under a tap. His cock started to stir again in response to the wetness; he put those carefully on the couch as well.
Peter tiptoed down the hall to her bedroom to find that she'd already fallen fast asleep. He looked at the faint flush of her cheek and smiled. He'd enjoy sleeping in bed next to her tonight. Not wanting to wake her, he went back to the lounge and carefully laid out his suit on the couch next to her clothes. Peter looked about him. Her modest tastes probably indicated low income, but she had a sense of style that her lack of money could not hinder.
For the tenth time that evening, Peter thought to himself how remarkable this woman had turned out to be.
Seeing her in the dress had made him forget his professional behavior and his obligations to his boss. However, that was nothing compared to seeing her so compliant in allowing him to come into her home, so given over to the activity going on between her legs. He'd recognized the woman in her that he'd been hoping to find for a long time.
His priorities changed in that moment. Gone was the concern for the protocols of his profession and office. Now, concern for Marianne, her safety and her freedom, so they could explore one another properly after the case, became paramount.
Naked, Peter stood there in Marianne's small apartment, thinking again of how she looked with one hand on her breast and the other pumping in and out between her legs. God, she was beautiful. He'd never seen anything like it. Exaggeration of her vulnerability only added to her charm. The freshness of her round, voluptuous body stood in contrasting softness to the harshness of toned muscle in his usual women. This lovely female carried herself with so much dignity that her presence obscured any possible flaws. Her naked body took his breath away.
Reflecting on her spreading for him made his cock thicken again, and he remembered her asleep in the bed. He picked up his watch and set the alarm for eight a.m. He didn't want to leave her the next day, but he needed to prepare for the case later in the week, and he wanted time to himself anyway. This turn of events required attention; the seriousness of it needed to be thought through.
Carrying his watch with him, he walked into the bedroom and heard the sound of her gentle, heavy breathing. He put the watch next to the vacant side of the bed and pulled back the covers, glad to slide into the crisp sheets next to this lovely creature.
Peter knew he had a reputation as a ladies' man, but ultimately, he always knew there would be one woman so special, who seemed so particularly made for him, that he would have to change his life to have her as his own. Looking at Marianne's head on the pillow with her long, blonde hair falling about her shoulders, Peter wondered if this might be the woman.
He sank down between the sheets. Feeling his presence, she let out a contented sigh, and rolled with her back to him. In her sleep, she reached around for his arm and pulled it over her body, wrapping his hand over her breast. He curled in, her bare ass pressed into his crotch; his hand snaked over the top of her rib cage to her left breast. Peter squeezed gently, and Marianne moaned again in her sleep, rubbing her ass into him and snuggling farther into his hand. He could feel her incredible nipple extending itself into his palm, the soft globe of flesh fat against his fingers.
The swell of Peter's cock told him this sleepy seduction had worked, and he'd have to make love to her again, even if she was ready in her sle
ep. He started to think of her when she stood in the street, those eyes staring up at him, scared and still filled with lust.
He leaned in, pressing his body against hers. In her sleep, Marianne pulled his arm farther over her to cover her breast.
Now this incredibly responsive woman reached out for him from the innocence of her sleep. Pulling his hand away from her swollen breast, he moved it down and over the curve of her hip, until he reached between her legs from behind. Marianne groaned and moved her legs farther apart. She rolled to her belly a little, so Peter had better access between her legs.
He softly called her name, but she didn't respond. Unconscious with the depth of her sleep, she lay next to him breathing deeply.
Peter felt like his cock was going to burst. He had to get it inside her; he had to feel her heat on him again. With his hand between her legs, he moved his fingers around, reaching for her clitoris. Softly—her sex already wet from their lovemaking before—he rubbed her clit. Lifting her buttocks slightly to give him better access, she made small moaning noises into the pillow. Her sensuality owned her; Peter thought he would easily be able to bring her off like this.
Pulling his hand away, rolling her back to her former position with her back to him made her body curled in the perfect pose for entry. He felt for her opening with his left hand as he gently stroked his penis with his right. Her vagina naturally parted on its own when he placed his fingers against the dripping hole, and holding his penis firmly, he guided it into her again in one smooth stroke.
Once inside her, he moved his body close to her back, and wrapping his arm over her shoulder, he again took her breast in his hand.
Her pussy felt good. So hot, it pulsed around his dick. Peter started to fuck her with long, sensuous strokes, all the time fondling her breasts. From her sleeping stillness, she coiled herself so that she pressed her breast into his hand and curled her spine back to take more if his cock into her body.
Even though asleep, she seemed to take his shaft as he gave it. Her nipples lengthened, taking on the customary length Peter had seen and felt in the lounge room earlier.