Calico & Stone: A Spin-Off from The Pussycat featured in Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries

by Amelia Oliver

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” my whimper becoming a moan, as my orgasm builds and Stone’s fingers move faster inside me.

  I notice he’s smiling as my body shakes and tremors as I come and feel the grips of pleasure take me over. Lying back onto the bed, my chest heaves and I languidly roll as Stone turns me onto my stomach. He moves me and positions me, up on my knees, my face turned toward the hallway window, my arms laid flat and down toward him. Smacks on my ass crackle in the air and through Nine Inch Nails still playing and I suck in my lower lip as I writhe and wiggle in reaction. A few good smacks and I know my cheeks are reddened, looking at the video screen to see for sure. There are more people standing out there than the last time, and those people too are enjoying watching us. My eyes zero in on a woman on her knees as she blows a man watching Stone spank me. The smacks stop as Stone palms both my ass cheeks roughly, spreading me and I know my assholes opening along with my pussy.

  “Yesss, God, babe…I wanna ruin your asshole,” Stone grunts, his thumb pressing over the entrance there.

  Just as I’m about to tell him that he already has and yes, that’s what I want too, he begins feeding his cock inside my cunt and all words die on my lips. With my ass in his hands, he uses this to pull me back and take all of him. A pleased smile spreads over my lips as I feel my eyes roll, and my hands ball into fists. His fingers dig into my flesh, his motions brutal and what I want.

  “Where’s Calico?” the grunt barely audible.

  I look over at him, seeing the sweat on his forehead, his muscles bulging as he fucks me. Our eyes connect and communicate in that silent way. My arms push me up until I’m on my hands, my hips circle and push back as I drop my head and bite my bicep. I then realize I still have on the tattered fishnet dress and my leather bikini top. Because my husband is the owner of a unicorn cock, I push off my hands and sit back on my haunches, his cock still keeping pace as I pull off the fishnet shreds before removing the bikini top. My tits feel needy, so I grab them, tilting my head back as I touch myself.

  “There she is,” Stone moans, sliding a hand around my throat and pulling my upper body back and kissing my lips. “Want me in your ass?” he rasps in my ear, his hand grabbing a fist full of my hair as he continues to fuck me to a tempo that has my thighs shaking

  I nod as best I can, and then, we’re moving, and as if I’m weightless, Stone positions me in front of him. One thick corded arm around my waist holds me against him as he pulls the lounger with one hand away from the wall, turning it so the long end is facing the viewers in the box. I’m again situated on my hands and knees, reaching back, I spread my wetness up from my pussy to circle my asshole. Stone stands behind me, his hand in my hair turns my head and the fat bulb of his dick is at my lips. I slobber on him, getting him wet and spitting on the head, real loud and messy like we both like. The vibrated hum in his chest resonates through me and I blink up at him.

  “You want in my ass?” I ask.

  He grunts in response, moving behind me as I glance at the T.V. screen to see him stepping up onto the lounger, his feet positioning just in front of my knees as he crouches over me, his hand on his base. His tongue licking the fingers of his other hand, rubbing my hole before the thick stalk of his cock is pressing and trying to gain entry into my asshole.

  “Oh my God,” I exhale, holding my breath as he pushes in.

  It feels like it’s been an eternity since we’ve done this and I feel thickness of emotion in my chest as he moves slowly and I know he’s reading my cues.

  “Good?” his voice a scrape of his normal tone, like he’s holding in letting himself go, or restraining himself.

  “That asshole tight?”

  “Not when I’m done it won’t be,” he replies and I push back into him, my hand lying flat over one cheek to spread myself. My head turns and I look over my shoulder at him, sure enough, his face is a mask of self-control. But I see just beneath the surface that it’s barely hanging on.

  “You think you can just get on top of me and fuck me in the ass?” my voice a whimper that ends in a moan as I reach back and his eyes snap to mine. My hand grips the base of his cock, stroking him there as I pull him in and out of me.

  I bite my lip before my mouth falls open, the center of my brow pulling down.

  “Where’s my Dr. Unicorn dick?”

  His hips jolt, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows thickly.

  “You trying to say I’m not fucking you good?” he accuses.

  “If you feel like you are…” I trail off, and I can see my words have affected him.

  I smile, trying to hide my excitement as he mumbles to himself. With his cock still inside me, he grabs me again, rolling us as he sits on the chase and places me on his lap, effectively impaling me with his entire cock.

  “Oh God!” I cry out, my head tilting back as I rock my hips back and forth, letting the mini-orgasm rock my body.

  Stone opens my legs, his hands running along the insides as he positions my feet on either side of his thighs. We’re both breathing hard, and I feel the excitement crackle between us as he kisses the back of my shoulder, his hands gripping my tits as he pulls me back against his chest. His arms come around me, banding across my torso as he begins to fuck me. The man’s cock feels like it’s puncturing my lungs, puncturing my every-fucking-thing. His balls smack against my thighs, making a sound that has my hand cupping my pussy before I start rubbing and wanting more. He creates such a kinetic energy inside me, it’s like I don’t even know what to do with myself. But I know when I come it will at least ground me or something, it’s just so mind scrambling, his cock and pace I mean, that I literally feel out of my head for long minutes as he fucks me.

  “Rub that pussy, get those fingers in there,” he tells me through gritted teeth.

  His command has me instantly moving, my fingers rubbing a fast pace before shoving three fingers into my pussy at a speed that has my wrist screaming with pain.

  “Let me help you,” he says devilishly and I look down as I see his hand join mine and the camera angle on the screen change. Watching as my pussy already crammed with my three fingers, is stuffed even more as he slides two fingers in.

  “Sweet, fucking-Jesus, Stone!”

  “Too much?”

  “No! Oh…fuck, look at my little pussy full like that- my pussy and my ass,” I moan as my body jolts and tightens.

  We move, hard and needy, no- fucking aching to come. The flutter begins in my belly, the sounds of him inside me, the sound of him breathing and grunting in my ear, his balls smacking, the smell of us, the uncontrollable sounds I’m making, the people watching us jerking off and fucking each other.

  “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

  “Give it to me,” Stone orders in my ear, just as our fingers pull out and I squirt all over the floor in front of us.

  “Jesus! Fuck!” Stone shouts as my ass tightens around his dick and I know he’s coming even through my orgasm that has my ears ringing and body shaking uncontrollably. “Fuck, I love you, I love you,” Stone moans with his face pressed against my neck.

  “I love you.”

  4

  I moan as I feel light touches along my bare arm. Realizing the goddamn rooster crowing hasn’t woke me, I come more to my senses. Soft lips trace the fingers now and I moan again, knowing exactly what’s going on.

  “Morning,” Stone says against my skin and I blink my eyes open as I roll onto my stomach.

  The sheet moves with me, but Stone pulls it down to reveal my naked chest.

  “What time is it?” I croak, clearing my throat, I don’t know what time we left the club. But I know we were there hours after he made me squirt the first time.

  “8. You okay?”

  “Mhmm,” I nod, fully opening my eyes, “just dry,” I tell him.

  He’s leaning over me, and looking down at me with an expression on his face I can’t read. It’s a mix of happiness, satisfaction and appreciation.

  “I got coffe
e,” he finally says, reaching over to the bedside table as I sit up and he hands the to-go cup to me.

  Both my hands wrap around it, bringing it toward me so I can smell the hot brew. My throat’s soar from sucking his dick along with the plethora of sounds I made. I bend my knees, between my legs is sore too, hell, I’m sore all over, even my hair hurts. I notice then that there’s slight red marks on my wrists from when he handcuffed me to the bed and went down on me I swear to God for two hours, marks from his mouth on my breasts. Now I understand why he’s looking at me like that.

  “Did you have fun?” I ask, reaching out with one hand and cupping the side of his face.

  He nods, “You?”

  Setting my coffee back on the table, I move over him, straddling his thighs and scooting as close to him as I can. “I had a fucking blast,” I tell him, snaking my arms around his neck. “Thank you,” I add.

  His hands brush my hair back as he presses a soft kiss on my swollen lips.

  “Wanna watch the video from last night?” he asks with a lift of his eyebrows.

  “Hell yes,” I smile.

  We stay in bed, not fucking, but watching our masterpiece. Finally emerging from the hotel to get some lunch and take in some more sights. I can’t help but feel our bond strengthened from last night and I think he feels it too. His hand holds mine a little longer, his soft kisses a little sweeter, the way he looks at me a little more tender. I think we said, “I love you” about a thousand times that day, and I snuggled in the feeling like a warm unicorn hair woven blanket.

  **

  “Is that your vet cell?” I ask as we drive back toward home.

  “Nah, I didn’t bring it with me. Will you look?” he says as he hands me his cellphone.

  Unlocking it, I go to his messages and see it’s a response to a group message he’s in with Brent, Mark and James, his climbing buddies.

  I begin to read out loud. “Dude, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your wife is hot AF and you’re hung like a- what is this?” I stop and look at Stone.

  “I might’ve, accidently, sent them the video of us- accidently of course,” he nods.

  “Great,” I groan, tossing his phone on the center console. “Just makes an even better case for all those cunts to hate me.”

  Stones hand takes mine.

  “You know what? I don’t fucking care,” I add.

  He looks at me. I can’t see his eyes under his sunglasses but I know he’s giving me an expression of shock.

  “Nothing I do will ever make them like me, so fuck it,” I sigh.

  Stone swerves, cutting across three lanes of traffic and has me gripping the seat and door handle as my heart takes a shit and I look around wildly for the accident about to happen. But nothing hits us as Stone floors it to the off ramp.

  “What are you doing? What’s wrong?” I ask, looking between him and the single lane road we’ve exited along a cornfield.

  He doesn’t answer me, but puts the truck into park, leaving the engine running as he exits the truck and I’m left confused as fuck. My door swings open and Stones pulling me out of the car by the arm, stalking into the cornfield with me behind him. For some reason, I think he needs to puke or something, but why bring me along?

  “Stone!” I finally yell, digging my feet into the ground and stopping us.

  I’m panicking and confused as he turns toward me, cupping my face and kissing me. What? His hands move down to pull the front of my shirt down and I still can’t wrap my head around this sudden need for this, then it clicks.

  “Because I’m giving up trying to fit in, makes you horny?” I pant between laps of his tongue.

  He grunts, pulling my shorts down and off as he then lifts me up to straddle his hips.

  “Welcome back, Calico,” he smiles up at me.

  EPILOGUE

  One Year Later

  “You ready?” Stone calls for me at the bottom of the steps.

  I give my ass one more look in the mirror and make sure my skirts not rolled up in my g-string or anything, then smooth the front of my now black hair behind an ear.

  “Yeah,” I call back, grabbing my black clutch shaped like a bat and my black oversized sunglasses off the dresser.

  My black platforms clap on the wood steps as I descend. When Stone comes into view, my tummy does a little flip, or maybe that was one of the babies. Either way, his eyes on me causes something to happen.

  With a prideful male grunt, Stone leans in to kiss me as his hands stretch over my leopard skin covered baby belly. His hands caress the fabric and once he’s done tasting my lips, he bends down and places kisses over the two protruding butt bumps on either side of my stomach.

  “How are my girls today?” he asks, moving back up once more to kiss me.

  I smile against his lips and sigh dreamily. “Even better now.”

  Our first trip to New Orleans did something to us. Reminded us who we were and what we wanted. I look back and I’m so pissed that I ever let anyone, even the love for my husband, change me into some sort of Stepford Wife wannabe. I knew Stone loved me, but that trip, I felt it enter every cell of my body and soul. I left there knowing that no matter how I dressed or how I acted, he loved me. That it didn’t matter to him if he lost a client because I told someone to fuck off in the street or something. He loved me. Lisa. Calico.

  I stopped giving any fucks if people in town liked me or hated me, I stopped letting it affect me, stopped letting it affect us. I let go of the worry for Stone, because like I said, he didn’t care if someone didn’t like me enough to have him as a vet, he didn’t want clients like that anyway.

  We went back to the club in New Orleans about a month later, again having sex for ourselves as everyone watched. We’d become a little famous there, as not only did the people watching us at the club request we come back after our first time, but also the video of us on the website was the most downloaded to date. The club called Stone and asked if we could come back, and we did. Those visits, just made us closer. Yes, we were fucking in front of people, but we loved every minute of it, and loved doing it together.

  The gallons of semen Stone ejected on and in me during those visits, clearly led to me getting pregnant. And here we are. In love, and about to become parents to twin girls. Beginning a new chapter to our story and I couldn’t be happier. Putting my sunglasses on, I reach for Stones hand.

  “Ready for church?” I ask.