by Rylee Swann
That elicits a brief smile. “I have high hopes for you, Kim. Now, one more thing.” I try to concentrate, really I do. “The voyeur doesn’t want to be part of the action, as I mentioned, but this is still a show we’re putting on. It’s a delicate balance, and not everyone can pull it off well.”
He pauses and stares at my breasts again, distracted. I slowly bring my hands to the underside of each breast, watching him, teasing him as I lift them up, gently squeezing before flicking my thumb over each ripe nipple.
“Kim…” His voice catches. “Stop…” I don’t stop, just continue to rub my nipples in slow circles. Michael clears his throat, adjusts his hardened cock in his pants and runs a hand through his hair, then rubs his jaw. I smile, loving his discomfort. “Kim…” His tone is a low warning growl this time, and I sigh, abruptly dropping my hands. They bob and jiggle back into place. Michael watches for a moment more, transfixed before getting back to business. “There will be times when you might exaggerate your movement or enunciate more clearly than you would otherwise. Things like that. Understand?”
I nod. “I understand. But couldn’t we just have a little foreplay now? Please, just a little?” I beg, desperate for his touch.
“Jack’s not here yet,” Michael replies with a devilish grin that sends a bolt of electricity to my core. It throbs painfully. Just as I don’t think I’ll be able to stand much more, a door slams.
“Oh, thank god,” I utter, and Michael laughs.
“My little exhibitionist needs a good fucking, doesn’t she?” he asks, and I nod, feeling my pussy explode with an onslaught of fresh wetness. “In just a minute.” He stands, and I tremble, then moan with pent need as he leaves the room to meet with Jack.
Nerves mingle with need, and I shiver.
I’m about to have sex with Michael while Jack watches.
CHAPTER 8
“Yo, Mikey! Is she here yet?” I hear Jack call out as his footfalls stomp down the hallway.
“Yes, hold on. Give us a minute.”
“Okay, my man. I’m just gonna go grab a couple of beers from the fridge. You just say the word.”
Jack’s footfalls recede as Michael opens the door. I’m standing in exactly the same position, wringing my hands together. With a frown, Michael strides forward and grabs my hands, stilling them. “Remember, it’s just you and me. That chair will be empty the entire time. Okay?”
At his touch, my knees almost give way. Being naked in front of Michael all this time has primed me all too well. I think I might orgasm if he so much as looks at my clit. I moan with unabashed need as I curl my fingers around his hands. “I’m okay, really. Just a little stage fright is all. I’ll be fine.” I dare a glance up into his eyes. “Can’t wait to start, to be honest.”
He smiles down at me, and the sweet shock waves sear into me in painful pulsing surges made even worse when he lets go of my hands. God, he makes me so hot. Bending to my ear and tickling me with his hot breath, he whispers, “Showtime.”
He takes a single step away and shrugs out of his shirt. His perfectly toned chest and abs elicit another strangled moan from me. How can one man be so gloriously… perfect? If I don’t get my hands on him soon, I’ll melt into a sticky, gooey puddle right here on the floor. He just chuckles and unbuttons his pants. As he starts to undo the zipper, he calls out, “Okay, Jack!”
Holy fuck! It really is show time.
I think it must be a herd of elephants crashing down the hallway, but it’s just my watcher. He slams into the bedroom and flies into the desk chair, sending it careening into the wall, upsetting a lamp on one of the night tables. Instinctively, I rush to catch it before it falls.
Umm, yeah, I’m running naked in front of a stranger. Go me!
I glance as unobtrusively at Jack as possible and arch my back, so my huge tits stick out even further. For my efforts, I get a loud catcall from him. I suppress a smile and turn to Michael. “Must have been the wind, baby,” I say.
“Ass,” I catch Michael say half under his breath as he looks at Jack, then he laughs. “Must have been.” He stares intently at me for a minute, then inclines his head. “C’mere,” he says in a rasping whisper, and I’m made breathless by how sexy he is.
Michael’s shorts are already off, and he’s pulling down his underpants to release his long, thick cock as I scramble up to him, quick like a bunny. He nods and puts his hands on my shoulders, holding me still for a long, endless beat. Fuck, I want him so bad! Then, finally, he draws me into his embrace, his hands sweeping down my back as he pulls me hard against him. The only thing between us is his cock, crushing hard into my stomach. I can feel it thrumming and throbbing with need. I gasp as I wrap my arms around his solid, lean body.
“I’ve been waiting for you all night, Kim,” he breathes into the room and then one hand is twisting into my hair, and the other is pinching my ass with brutal need. Both bring me even closer, tighter against him.
I look up at him and open my mouth to speak, but whatever I might have said is swallowed by his lips, as he roughly presses his mouth against mine.
He lifts me up as we kiss, his hands on my ass, and takes a few steps. Suddenly, I’m airborne, and the sensation of free falling is terrifying. I’m disoriented, turned around in this strange room, not knowing where I’ll land. In mere seconds, the mattress catches me, and I sink into it, relieved, the fear-induced adrenaline rush only serving to heighten my arousal. I’m nothing more than a quivering mass of sensitive, aching nerve endings.
Thankfully, Michael is there in an instant to cover my body with his own. His lips find mine again, burning into me as my mouth opens for him and his tongue rushes in to tease me. I moan, and he responds with an answering growl from deep in his throat. I feel the vibration of it up and down my body, and I grasp at him frantically with my hands, forcing his weight down onto me even more. I can’t breathe, and I don’t care and then…
Then…
What the fuck was that?
I start to turn my head to the sound, but Michael catches my lower lip between his teeth and bites down hard enough to bring a yelp from me. “There’s nothing there, baby,” he croons, and I can’t help it. Laughter bubbles out of me. I’d momentarily forgotten all about Jack. And now the sound I’d heard is recognizable. Jack had popped open a can of beer and is slurping happily.
“Nothing but the wind,” I say, learning how to deal with distractions, and Michael nods with a smile. It is a good, heat-filled, tender, love-making moment. Jack is definitely getting his money’s worth. I look into Michael’s eyes. “I need you inside me, baby. Please… fuck me now.”
“Ohhh, shit…” I hear distantly from an “empty” chair, but I ignore it.
“So impatient as always… you know better. Not yet.” He moves his head and bites down on my left nipple, hard enough to wring a gasp of pleasure filled pain from me.
He doesn’t relent, his teeth mercilessly tugging, biting, sucking at my nipple. I spread my legs, seeking the friction from his hardened cock, but he ruthlessly tilts his hips to the side so that I can find no release. “Please…” I moan, and his reply is to bite down even harder. I gasp and writhe under him. I realize that I’m completely at his mercy and that someone is watching my helplessness. My pussy drips with arousal. This is the most earth shattering fuck I’ve ever had, and it’s far from over.
Michael is still ruthlessly punishing my nipple when he grabs my hands and pulls them over my head. “Don’t move,” he commands, and as much as I want to wrap my arms around him again, I obey. He looks up at me, his teeth pulling my breast up by the nipple. It hurts, and I cry out, but I leave my hands where Michael placed them. “Good girl,” he says through a mouthful of my tender flesh, and I gasp and cry with need.
My folds are throbbing now, pulsating, and I wonder if Michael can feel it. It feels so alive between my legs. As if reading my mind, he roughly pushes my legs further apart with his knee and starts to snake a hand down my body to my core, where I so desperat
ely need his attention the most. With the lightest touch of his fingertips, he traces a path down my chest, to my stomach, to my inner thigh, going so agonizingly slowly that I think I’ll burst. At the same time, he abuses my nipple with his teeth, and the combination of light tickling and pain almost sends me over the edge. All I need is for him to touch my clit and I’ll come.
That’s when he pulls away and sits up. The bastard.
“No, oh god, no. Please… just please… touch me,” I whimper.
He smirks knowingly and moves to sit beside me with his back resting against the bed’s headboard. He watches me, his hand on the base of his cock, pointing it at me. “C’mon, you know what I want,” he half growls.
I nod and lick my lips. Sucking him off is the last thing I want to do, but I remind myself that he’ll soon be fucking the life out of me, so I jump to the task enthusiastically. Settling in between his legs, I arch my back and bend my head to his cock. The position pushes my ass up high for display, and I hear harsh, heavy breathing coming from the “empty” chair.
I remember that Jack said he was an ass man at the restaurant, so I swivel my hips, moving my ass seductively for him. I’m rewarded when he sucks in his breath. “Holy, fuck, Kimmy! That’s it. Lemme see that ass.”
I start to turn my head to Jack, but Michael quickly places a hand on the back of my neck and guides my head down to his cock. I comply and eagerly deep throat him in one swift motion. He groans and bucks his hips, gagging me, and I pull away enough to breathe but keep him in my mouth. He slowly relaxes, and I start sucking, teasing him with my tongue, and gently squeezing his balls.
“Oh, god, oh fucking god.”
I smile around Michael’s cock, not even sure whether it was him or Jack who spoke.
I pause to collect myself, just holding him in my mouth and breathing deeply of his masculine ocean scent. That’s when I feel the hard, stinging slap on my ass. And then again, and a third time.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, yeah! Slap that ass, Mikey!”
Michael ignores Jack, speaking to me. “Don’t stop.” He bucks his hips, sending his cock deep into my throat for emphasis.
I do as he bids, working hard and fast, slowing the pace before speeding up to his roaring groans. I look up at him over his flat belly and tease the most sensitive flesh with my teeth. His eyes fly open, and his hips thrash. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Fair warning,” he gasps.
I suck harder, waiting for the rush of cum to fill my mouth, and I’m not disappointed. I swallow hard and fast, my throat working overtime to take it all in. At last, he’s empty, and I suck hard once more on the very tip, and Michael cries out in surprised pleasure. I smile, but don’t have much time to revel in my accomplishment. He reaches forward and manhandles me until I’m lying on my back, my feet on either side of his hips while he sits propped up against the headboard.
“Mmm, just look at that pussy, all wet and ready to play.” I feel his soft cock against my ass, and I writhe to his words, offering myself to him. “What do you want? Tell me.”
I don’t hesitate, knowing what he wants to hear. “Touch my pussy. Please.”
“What else?”
This is unbearable torment. I think of Jack watching with bated breath as Michael demands that I beg for what I want, what I need, and it spurs me on. I cry with anguished, unquenched desire. “Rub your fingers all over my pussy, please, oh god, please. Tickle my clit, tease it, play with it, pinch it, rub it. Please.”
“Good girl, Kim.” I feel him leaning forward, and then his fingers are pressing down on my entrance. I cry out again in unabashed need, and he stops. I whimper. “Put your hands over your head and don’t move.” He waits for me to comply and then presses down on my sensitive clit again. I gasp, and he chuckles. “Remember, don’t move or I’ll stop.”
And then the sweet agony of his touch begins. I feel the need to move, to writhe, to tease my nipples, but each time he even sees my muscles tense, he cruelly removes his fingers from my pussy. And each time, I force myself back to stillness.
This seems to go on for an eternity. I feel his cock grow hard against my ass, but still, he toys with my pussy, bringing me to the edge of insanity over and over but not allowing my release. I think I’m whimpering uncontrollably now, but I’m not sure. I’m so far inside of myself that nothing exists but pure sensation.
Finally, oh god, finally, he leans forward and pulls me up until I’m sitting on him. Lifting me up, he pushes me back down hard onto his waiting cock. It fills me, stretches me, and hits my g-spot, and I come. Still crying and shaking from the release, I collapse onto him, but he holds me upright. With his hands on my hips, he pumps me up and down. I’m so sensitive now I think I might pass out, but he doesn’t stop.
“That’s it, baby. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes!” I cry breathlessly. I barely know where I am any longer. The only thing I know is sensation.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Now, come here and fill my mouth with your tit. He pulls me down and starts to suck and bite at my nipple, and I arch my back in primal lust. I’m in pain. I’m in ecstasy. I’m exhausted. I’m adrenaline fueled.
My ass is on display again, and a hand comes down on it hard, then again and again. I scream, there are too many sensations all at once, and I don’t even know what my name is anymore.
Each time I feel the stinging slap to my raw ass, I hear, “Oh fuck, right on!”
It’s Jack, the ass man, happily watching me being used to my limits, and it elicits from me the last of my strength. I find the will to help Michael fuck me by bearing down on his cock each time he bucks his hips up and into me. He takes this as his cue and simultaneously bites down hard on my nipple and slaps my ass harder than ever before. I scream until I’m hoarse, my orgasm engulfing me.
I think I’m floating, every nerve ending screaming, then Michael goes rigid and bucks his cock hard into me once more. I feel his hot seed filling me, burning me from the inside out.
An eternity later, he releases me, and I collapse in a heap beside him. Spent and sated, sore and exhausted, used and delighted. I think I can sleep for a week.
“Holy fuck. Kimmy, I think you got the job. Now, both of you get the fuck outta here, I gotta jerk off.”
“Jack,” Michael says calmly. I can’t move, can’t speak. “Shut up and go in the living room. Give us a few minutes… ass.” Jack clomps off, and Michael gently brushes the hair off my face. “He’s right, you know.”
I grunt. It’s all I can manage.
Michael laughs, places a chaste kiss on the top of my head and jumps out of bed. I manage to peel one eye open to watch him.
He’s carefully removing a condom and tying it off. I missed him putting it on. Again. How does he do that? I know I felt the fire of his cum inside me, even through the latex. Damn, he’s potent. He finds his shorts, digs in the pocket for his wallet and takes out an unknown number of bills, turns and stuffs them into my handbag. “You earned every single penny, Kim. You were amazing. A true exhibitionist slut.” He pads across the room, patting my leg as he passes. “I’m going to use the bathroom. Rest up, then we need to leave.”
I can’t move, don’t want to move, but I tell myself the sooner I get up, the sooner I can be home and sound asleep in my own bed. Groaning like an old lady, I manage to sit up and then to stand. I’m up and dressed by the time Michael returns.
He raises an eyebrow, then nods and sees me to the door. “I’ll call you soon.” He doesn’t leave with me — I’d hoped he would — and I’m left to do the walk of shame by myself again.
CHAPTER 9
I wake to the sound of a klaxon from Hell.
Yeah.
It is that loud and that obnoxious.
When I finally peel myself off the ceiling — okay, not really, I’m not a cat, but I feel as jumpy as one — I realize it’s Michael’s cell phone. The one he gave me. I’d taken it off vibrate but never thought to check the volume of the ringer.<
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Big mistake.
Jeesh, this thing is loud and still ringing. I better answer it. I don’t want to keep my new boss waiting.
Early morning sunlight streams in through my bedroom window, and I squint in pained submission to the new day as I grope on my nightstand for the damned thing. I need to make it shut up, like now.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Kim,” Michael’s voice purrs out and through me like honey. “Did I catch you in the middle of something?”
The way he asks makes me think he’s referring to some sort of self pleasure, and heat rises in my cheeks. “No! Oh, no… I just…” Hell, there’s no point in explaining, so I try cutting to the chase instead. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve lined up a job for us.” His tone has changed. No more teasing, he’s all business. “A regular of mine. Eight p.m. and I’ll text you the address. No special instructions, but don’t be late. Gas is on me, don’t forget to get a receipt. Any questions?”
“No, no, everything is clear. I’ll wait for the text from you. Thank you.” I feel awkward. The real job is about to start. A complete stranger will watch me have sex with someone I hardly know at all. This isn’t a trial run like with Jack. This is the job. Life is weird.
“Good, then I’ll see you at eight.”
I don’t bother saying anything more; he’s already hung up.
I’m nervous and start getting ready much earlier than I need to. In the end, this works out for me because after showering and trying on a few outfits, I start sweating and need another shower. There’s a knot of worms growing in my stomach. I’m not hungry for dinner but worried that my stomach will start growling in the middle of our session, I manage to force down some yogurt and an apple. I put a granola bar in my bag for just in case.
Finally, it’s time to leave. “Sooner there, sooner done,” I say to myself, then realize it’s the wrong attitude. Instead, I think about how damn sexy Michael is, and how he can get me to orgasm practically by just looking at me. This makes me smile, and for the moment at least, calms me down.