Yes Sir

by Cassandra Bloom

  Something soft touched her sensitive folds. Before she could fully understand what was happening, luscious warm wetness filled her soul to the brim. His hair touched her thighs, and his hands closed around her ass where her syrup stuck her to the chair. He pulled her against his mouth, and his tongue titillated her to overwhelming arousal all over again.

  She arched her back to reach him, but he held her in place with hands and mouth. He munched her bleeding gash with masterful strokes until she whimpered and whined. Her hands found their own way to his hair to guide his movements against her cunt, but he knew what he was doing.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Every undulation of her hips to catch his rhythm drove that purple cock deeper into her engorged box, and she took it for all she was worth. She loved it. She drank it to the dregs. It fulfilled her beyond anything she could imagine.

  He lapped her nub stronger and harder, but since she just experienced the most profound orgasm of her life, she didn’t rise to the same heights the second time. She kicked and thrashed against his treatment, but she didn’t come close to exploding in spurting cum again.

  He slid his hand up to her breast and pinched her nipple hard. He rolled the crinkled flesh between his thumb and finger, and bolts of lightning shot down her middle to the foaming nest between her legs, but nothing would take her beyond the tension to full release.

  After an eternity eating her out, he settled down and gave up. He kept eating, but he didn’t maul her up and down the way he did before. His rhythm slowed, and she prepared herself to settle down. She had a good time, but it was bound to end sooner or later.

  He brought his hands back down to cradle her ass. He lifted her hips to his mouth and swam in acres of her sauce. She followed his movements with her hands. She stroked him and caressed him in her post-coital glow.

  She opened her eyes and gazed down at him, there between her legs, and found him staring up at her. What did he see? Did he see her unchained heart broken loose from its cage? Something wild haunted his eyes.

  All of a sudden, he shifted one hand away from her buttocks. She couldn’t see what he was doing. Was he playing with himself down there? Before she could wonder, he swizzled his finger through her dripping curtains, from her clit, down her slit, and drove it into the back door lying tight and dark below. Her steaming concoction lubricated its passage into her depths.

  Sonya was so surprised she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t comprehend what happened. She froze in terrified astonishment, but he only devoured her clit with fresh gusto. In an instant, the combination of his lips on her clitoris, the purple tool buried in her cunt, and his finger exploring her brown hole took her over the edge into great blasts of rising tempests.

  It started as terrible gasps racking her body from top to bottom. She couldn’t get enough air. She clawed his head and clenched her fists in his hair. She forced herself on him, on his face, on his hand, on the toy he put inside her.

  She rocked against the chair and pushed his finger deeper into her ass. She crushed the toy into her pussy, and its fake purple balls put even more pressure on its rigid shaft and Cameron’s hand. She ground her clitoris against his face.

  The waves crashed over her. Her ass ached, but she couldn’t stop it responding to his penetrations. Her panting gasps escalated to howls and last to screams. She couldn’t stand this. She would fly into pieces and die.

  Nothing could prepare her for this. No man could take her to this place of cosmic completion. What had she been doing with her life all these years? What had she been doing with Liam and other tame characters she met on OKCupid and every other stupid internet dating site under the sun?

  All that lay behind her. The endless desert of her past life ran away into the past, never to bother her again. She hated what she had been and would never be again. She would blossom into something new, something whole and alive. She would be someone deserving of Cameron’s affection.

  No wonder he didn’t do anything with her when she first walked into his office. A man as astute as he was could see plain as day she was barren and repressed and dead. She blessed him in her heart for saving her from herself.

  Cameron rose between her legs, and his face smoldered in cruel carnal power. His mouth twisted in a vicious grimace, even as her nectar spattered his cheeks and dampened his eyebrows and chin. He pushed his way between her legs so her knees surrounded his hips on either side.

  That’s the first look she got at the giant between his legs. His pants bunched around his thighs, and his enormous, rock-hard manhood stuck straight out to assail her. She shuddered to her soul. How could she take that thing, even with the purple dagger preparing her for it? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

  He growled low. “You like that, don’t you? You like it in the ass? I’ll give you what you want.”

  She opened her mouth to say something, but he reacted faster than she could think. He snatched her bodily off the chair and flipped her over on her chest. He shoved her down on the seat and jammed his hips against her ass from behind.

  She glanced back over her shoulder at him and immediately regretted it. He snarled down at her with that raging black countenance. His lips curled back from his teeth, and he clenched his jaws. “I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you what cumming really feels like.”

  He gave her one quick touch between her legs. His fingers registered the toy in its place, but he didn’t withdraw it the way she expected him to. He just checked its position before he buried his spike in her crevice.

  She threw her hand out behind her to push him away. She couldn’t, not in the ass. He would kill her. He would rend her limb from limb. She pleaded with him with her eyes, but he locked his indomitable glare on her and plowed in hard.

  “That’s right, baby. You know you want it. You know you want to cum all over my cock. You know you want to scream for it. You said you wanted it. Here it is. Bend over. That’s my girl. Let me see your sweet ass. Oh, yeah, that’s what I like. Come on, baby. Take it hard.”

  She pushed him back, but he wouldn’t be stopped. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and craned her around to face him even as he pushed her forward to bend over the chair. She tensed, but it was too late. His prick poked its unerring head into her cleft and found the moist opening he softened with his finger.

  Her juices surrounded him, and her muscles swallowed him whole. He screwed it in slow but steady, twisting and working in and out, in and out a little deeper now, never too hard to hurt her.

  She braced herself for the most horrible and wretched experience of her life, but to her surprise, her pleasure came boiling back to the surface stronger than anything he did to her before. His cock found the toy in her pussy, and the two shafts spoke to each other and ignited her flesh to a blazing inferno.

  He took hold of her hips in his monstrous grip and dove into his hilt against her ass. His pelvis bumped into her voluptuous curves and made her quiver all over. She stared at her destiny in his eyes, but he never released her. He hammered her clitoris against the chair even as the two demons did their worst on her insides.

  What was happening to her? What was this? Nothing made sense. She always thought back-door play was sick and perverted, yet here she was blowing past every signpost she knew to a land beyond her comprehension.

  He stroked his cock into her with greater ferocity. His hand crushed her neck in a death grip, but she wouldn’t be released for all the tea in China. That hand held her steady against the storm threatening to smash her against the rocks.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Oh, Jesus, that ass is so tight and hot. Oh, God, give me that ass, you dirty little thing. Come on, baby. You know you make me so hard. Can you feel my cock inside you? Do you like that? Is that good for you?”

  She moaned, but before she could respond, he jerked her head around with a hard clamp of his hand.

  “Come on, baby. Let me hear you say you like it in the ass.”

/>   “I want it. Oh, God, it’s so tight. Oh, my God, I need it.”

  “That’s right, baby. You need it hard.”

  He thrust his cock in against her tight cheeks. Every pounding beat knocked her into the stratosphere of intoxicating bliss. She knit her brows against the torturous treatment, but she wouldn’t get away for anything.

  All at once, she couldn’t endure anymore. She couldn’t look at his smoldering eyes one second longer. She clamped her eyes shut against the bombs going off in her being. She let out a shriek and tumbled into the abyss of endless completion.

  He watched her collapse under him, but he couldn’t match her, either. He hurled himself into her with one final master stroke, and the molten lava of his seedy cocktail filled her to overflowing. The salty eruption gurgled out of her hole with ever last pumping thrust of his cock, and her spasming muscles milked the jiz to the last drop.

  Chapter 5

  Three weeks later, Sonya left the office of her latest temp posting and headed for the bus station to ride home to her apartment. She set her bag over her shoulder and lifted her nose to the breeze. She caught a hint of summer when she heard a roaring noise coming down the street behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see a huge gleaming Harley storming down the street.

  She rummaged in her bag for her bus pass. She never gave the Harley a second thought until it slowed and rolled up at the curb next to her. She only glanced up between snapping her wallet closed to catch sight of the black helmet concealing the rider’s head.

  The rider stared at her from behind his tinted visor. Sonya found her pass and kept walking. The engine noise followed her down the street. That’s just what she needed right now, some biker freak stalking her.

  The Harley’s engines exploded to life once more, and she was just starting to relax into the assurance that he was driving away when she saw him drive a few feet ahead and stop again. He shut off the motor and waited for her to catch up.

  She compressed her lips and squared her shoulders to deal with this creep when he whipped off his helmet. A tussle of brown hair fell over his eyes, and he combed it to one side with his gloved fingers. He looked back over his shoulder at Sonya as she came up to him, and she recognized Cameron O'Toole.

  She stopped dead in her tracks and stared. What was he doing here? His padded leather jacket made his shoulders look wider and bulkier than ever, right down to his steel-toed boots. He rested his helmet on his hip and crossed one arm over the dome. “Hello, Sonya. How are you?”

  She looked him up and down. “What's this, your Halloween costume? I didn't recognize you without a suit on.”

  “Actually, this is what I call my Harley. How would you like to go for a ride?”

  “I don't think so.”

  “Why not? You'd be perfectly safe with me.”

  “Safe with you? Yeah, right.”

  He bit back a smile. “That's what I like about you, Sonya. You never pull your punches. I only meant I would drive safely. I've got a spare helmet here.”

  “No, thanks. I'm going home. I'm glad to see you're doing well. I'll see you later.”

  “When will I see you later? I haven't seen you in three weeks.”

  She started walking again. He hopped off the bike, hung the helmet on the handlebars, and came up next to her. “Why won't you even talk to me? Did I do something to offend you?”

  “You didn't do anything to offend me. I just have to go.”

  “If I didn't do anything to offend you, why did you quit like that, without a word to anyone?”

  She rounded on him. “You know very well why I quit. I quit because we had wild sex in your office. I told you I don't do that sort of thing at work. I couldn't work for you after that.”

  “If I had known you were going to quit, I never would have touched you.”

  She set her hands on her hips. “Like you said, you didn't have to touch me. You could mess around with me sitting behind your desk, and I would have no assurance you wouldn't do it again if I kept working for you.”

  He leaned back. “All right. If that's how you feel about it...”

  “It is. I better go.”

  “Just tell me one thing before you go, Sonya, if you don't mind.”

  “What is it?”

  “Did you like it? Was it good for you?”

  “You know it was.”

  “If I knew, I wouldn't ask.”

  “Well, it was. You don't have to worry about that. I'm sure you have all the girls drooling over you. You can put your mind at rest. Your reputation as a lady killer remains untarnished.”

  “I don't have a reputation as a lady killer, and I don't want all the girls drooling over me. I just want to know if I pleased you, if you enjoyed your time with me.”

  “I did. I liked it a lot.”

  “But you never want to do it again?”

  “I want to do it again, but not with my boss.”

  “Then why don't you come for a ride with me? We could do it again, now that you're not working with me.”

  “I don't want to do it again with you at all. Thanks for the offer, and thanks for the good time .”

  “How are things going with Liam?”

  She started to walk away, but at the mention of Liam, she glanced back over her shoulder. “I dumped him.”

  Cameron stopped walking. He didn't say anything. He stayed where he was and let her walk away. She got halfway down the block before she paused. She looked around. He wasn't with her anymore. She looked back and saw him standing far away.

  She turned around and walked back to him. “What's the matter? What's so shocking about me dumping Liam?”

  “What made you do that?”

  “You did. Don't you know that?”

  “How could I know? What did I have to do with it?”

  “You changed everything. You made me see what I was missing. I couldn't go back to Liam after that.”

  “I didn't think what we did was that earth-shattering for you.”

  “Yeah. I never knew it could be like that. I never thought it could be about my own pleasure instead of keeping some shallow relationship going. You changed my whole way of looking at myself and my life.”

  “Do you have a new boyfriend, or do you have other guys you're seeing now, to please you?”

  “No, I don't have any other guys.”

  “If you're not with Liam anymore and you don't have any other guys, how have you been satisfying yourself?”

  “By myself.”

  His eyes popped open. “By yourself? What do you mean?”

  “You showed me I could do it to myself, that I could tap into my own desires and satisfy them with no help from anybody, so that's what I've been doing.”

  He smiled down at her. “I see.”

  “I suppose you think that's really funny. You probably think I'm turning into a hermit or something.”

  “I don't think it's funny. I just wish I could be a part of it.”

  “Well, you can't. You did your job. Now go find someone else to be a part of.”

  “You don't have to do it by yourself all the time.”

  “I know, but I'm not going to waste my time with any guy I don't know can really do it for me. I'm not going to sell myself short with any OKCupids or anything else. If someone can't get me off as well or better than I can get myself off, I won't bother.”

  “What about me? Do you think I can get you off as well or better than you can do it yourself?”

  “Oh, I know you can.”

  “Then what's the problem?”

  “The problem is we have a history together. That will get in the way of me really giving myself to you—I mean, to the situation.”

  “Isn't that history the same thing that tells you it would be good for you? You had a good time with me once. Maybe you would have a good time with me again.”

  “You never give up, do you? You never take no for an answer.”

  “I don't give up—not ever—but if you really are s
aying no, I'll let you walk away and never bother you again. I just want to know I'm doing the right thing by you.”

  “You are. You already have.”

  “I'm glad I could give you that. I'm glad you're happier now.”

  “I am.”

  “Okay. Goodbye . Have a nice life.”

  She didn't move, but regarded him. “You're just going to let me go like that? You're giving up?”

  “You said you were happy. That's all I want.”

  “What will you do if I do go with you?”

  “I haven't thought that far in advance? You haven't said yes. You probably never will.”

  “I don't want to settle. That's all.”

  “Would you be settling with me?”

  She put her head on one side. “I guess not. You're not like any guy I ever met before. I mean, I've met executives like you before at work, but I've never been involved with one before.”

  “How am I different?”

  “You care about making me happy. You would willingly walk away from me if it meant making me happy. That's exactly the opposite of what most guys do.”

  “I'm not most guys, and I do care about you, but I'm not here to tell you what will make you happy. If you say walking away from me will make you happy, I have no choice but to take your word for it. I'm not going to tell you any different.”

  “That's not what you did last time. I said I didn't want it, but you convinced me to go through with it so I would realize I did want it. Maybe the same thing is happening now. Maybe what will make me happy isn't the same thing as what I think will make me happy.”

  “Are you happy pleasuring yourself alone? There's nothing wrong with it if you are.”

  “I'm satisfying myself. That's certain.”

  “Would you rather have a guy to please you?”

  “Of course I would.”

  “Tell me what you're doing.”

  “Doing?”

  “With yourself. What are you doing when you please yourself?”

  “I got some toys like the one you showed me.”

  “The dildo?”