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by Ruby Harrison


  “You could give me a massage now if you want,” Seth said with a chuckle.

  “Yeah but you are massaging my head, remember?” Jen said with a giggle.

  “That’s not the only thing I could be massaging,” Seth said with a devilish grin on his face.

  “Oh, really?” Jen said in a husky voice as she took one of Seth’s hands and dragged it down the front of her dress shirt to her crotch. “Why don’t you?”

  Seth’s smile blossomed over his face as his fingers gently explored her pussy lips, then stroked upward until the tips found her clit and started rubbing it in small circles. Jen’s back arched as he found just the spot and the right way to rub it. Jen started bucking her hips back and forth in the air and reached down to clamp her hand on Seth’s hand, trying to get him to put more pressure on her pussy. It was obvious that she came completely alive at Seth’s touch.

  “Oh, please don’t tease me, oh please baby,” Jen whispered. “Jesus fucking Christ you turn me on. Holy shit.”

  Seth’s smile widened even more when Jen told him not to tease her; in his experience this always meant that the girl wanted to be teased even more. He lightly played the tips of his fingers up and down her pussy, each time taking special time to play with her clit with the utmost care, like someone reading Braille on delicate paper. Jen ran her tongue out over her lips then bit down on the bottom one as she pulled Seth’s head down so she could kiss him. Their lips locked and Jen’s tongue pushed forward to dance with Seth’s, twisting and curling around each other between their lips.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” Jen moaned into his mouth just before they broke their lips embrace. “Baby you are too sweet to me.”

  “Am I?” Seth asked as he dipped two of his fingers deep into Jen’s pussy and felt along the wall for her G-spot. After a second of feeling he found it and started vigorously rubbing it back and forth in short little motions.

  “Oh fuck yes baby,” Jen said. “Fuck yes, I love it when you play with my pussy. You’re so good at it. Fucking right. Play with my fucking G-spot.”

  Jen reached down and played with her clit while pulling Seth’s head down to hers again.

  “Fucking rub it better,” Jen said as she dug her fingernails into the back of his head. “You’d better make me come.”

  Before Seth could say anything else Jen pushed her entire tongue into his mouth and felt back as far as she could while still digging her fingernails into the back of his head. Seth’s tongue would try to wrestle and get the upper hand but Jen’s was too quick for him, and Seth was distracted. It didn’t seem like Jen was fucking around about wanting him to make her come. He was trying to concentrate and building a rhythm in her pussy with his fingers, a rhythm that could reach a crescendo.

  The plan was that she would come sometime during the crescendo, and that he would be able to make her come again and again with his fingers. After that he was looking forward to bending Jen over some of the equipment. She seemed like the kind of girl that had always wanted to get bent over her own equipment but had just been too busy to find a guy that would do it for her; too busy or too shy or too high of standards—maybe a combination of all of them.

  Jen rolled her hips forward to give Seth’s fingers better access, bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them to hike them up even more. All of the nerves in her G-spot bunched together making Seth’s job much easier. By just rubbing the tips of his two fingers on the sensitive spot Seth sent Jen into orbit, it felt so good.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jen said. “You’re going to make me come. Oh yeah mother fucker. Right there. Keep doing it. Harder. Harder. Don’t stop.”

  Seth was rubbing her clit like he was taking a nickel to a scratch card and expected to win a million dollars. Jen’s hand was busy down by his, flicking, pulling and rubbing her clit.

  “You fucking stud,” Jen said. “Oh fuck yes, fuck yes. Fuck. Please make me come. Can I come please? Tell me I can. Tell me. I need you to tell me that I can.”

  “Come for me baby,” Seth said. “I need you to come for me, all right? Be a good girl and come for me. Are you going to be a good girl?”

  “I want to be,” Jen said. “Oh my God I want to be your good little girl so bad. Holy fucking shit you feel so fucking good. Please, please, call me your dirty little slut. Oh fuck, I need to hear it. Call me dirty things.”

  Seth’s mind raced. He had talked dirty plenty of times but it was always hard to know where to start at. If he came out swinging too hard he might freak her out and that wouldn’t do anyone any good, especially not him. Seth knew that unless she came right now, hard, again and again, sex was pretty much off the table. He knew that was kind of fucked up, maybe, since she had been the one to initiate but sometimes lovers decided to be selfish and that’s just the way the cookie crumbled.

  If he could get her off she’d be hot for anything he could give her and Seth really wanted to fuck her brains out, all over the dojang, in all the positions that he could think of. The pressure was on to talk dirty and do it well. Fucking up wasn’t an option at this point.

  “God I love making you my little slut,” Seth said. “You’re a little slut and you love it when I call you one. God, look at how wet you are with two of my fingers buried to the last knuckle in your cunt. You can’t stop bucking your hips you fucking love it so much because you are such a little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, yes, please, make me come,” Jen said in a voice that whined with anticipation.

  “You want me to fucking make you come slut? Is that what you want?” Seth asked. “If you do you’d better start fucking begging me right now or I’m going to stop. I’ll fucking walk the fuck right out of here unless you beg me.”

  “Please, Seth,” Jen said. “Please make me come with your fingers. Oh fuck, I am so wet with you playing with me like that. You’re right, I do need you to make me come, make me your little slut. I deserve it, Seth. I’m your little slut and I want you to make me come so you can fuck my brains out. Jesus I need you to fuck me so badly, but you have to make me come first.”

  “You don’t make the rules here, I do,” Seth said. “Now you need to fucking beg me or I’m fucking leaving. Beg me like you need it, like you want it more than anything.”

  Seth was rubbing Jen’s G-spot and she was bucking her hips like she was riding a bull. Her eyes were rolling back in her head so far that all that was visible was the whites, like she was some kind of zombie in a B movie flick.

  “Fucking please!” Jen said. “I need you to make me come you son of a bitch! Please! Keep rubbing my G-spot and I’ll come so hard. Please don’t stop. Harder. Harder. Rub harder you fucking pussy boy. Come on, can’t you make me come?”

  Seth was going to go off on a tirade that was meant to make him sound like some kind of dominant sexual being but right then Jen came. Hard.

  “Oh fuck,” Jen sputtered, rubbing her clit as fast as she could. “Holy fucking shit you are making me come so hard right now. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m seeing stars holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Harder, don’t stop!”

  Seth had no intention of stopping. He rubbed for all he was worth, like a bomb would go off if he didn’t. Jen’s legs started shaking like she was having some kind of seizure as she bucked her hips like she was riding a dick. Jen started to slap her clit lightly, then harder and more rapidly.

  “Fucking right, Seth,” Jen said forcefully, her face beet red, spittle flying from her lips. “Fucking right you better keep making me come. Fucking right. Oh God, you make me feel so… Fuck. I’m coming again.”

  Jen’s whole body started vibrating, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and strangled noises came out of her mouth. Seth wondered if she was having some kind of out of body experience. From the looks of it she had to be. Her pussy was so wet Seth almost didn’t believe it. The cunt juice was pooled underneath her ass, which made a slapping noise whenever it came down from bucking up toward the ceiling. The room filled with a smack, smack, smack, smack as Jen’s ass beat
against the mat.

  “Oh shit, oh shit,” Jen said over and over while orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body.

  To Jen the orgasms were very much an out of body experience. When she realized she was going to come harder than she ever had before she had ordered Seth to start talking dirty to her. She didn’t know why but nothing quite turned her on like a hot guy ordering her around, telling her what to do and telling her she was a slut.

  Seth was a really hot guy and she knew she would love how the words concerning her sluttieness would feel. And just like she had known her pussy started to heat up, feeling like there was some kind of slow burning fire building up in her loins. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a feeling so primal and deeply imbedded in her psyche that she knew that it was going to feel great, like she had somehow felt it before somehow, as if the satiation of some kind of deep urge or predatory instinct was physically manifested in the orgasm that approached. She could tell that it was going to be something that completely rocked her world.

  Jen didn’t really know though, she could only barely conceptualize what was about to happen. She thought she knew that she was so turned on and Seth’s fingers were so skilled that the climax would be a new height for her, something she would never want to come down from. What happened though was something closer to rapture while being on hard drugs. Jen’s entire body started to tingle like it had fallen asleep all over; at first the pin pricks were hard and cold, but then they turned into something so close to pure pleasure and bliss mixed together.

  When it started it felt like tendrils of tingly pleasure moved through her body from the pin pricks to her pussy, and there, in her throbbing, wet vagina something started to build. It wasn’t build in the sense of blocks and structure but like a rolling, sweeping storm front with billowing thunderheads that reach up to the sky growing in strength over the warm waters of a lake in summer.

  Oh God, she’d thought, oh my God what is happening. Oh, fuck. Oh Jesus it feels so good.

  Jen heard a voice in the room spouting off some of the most vulgar things she had ever heard. In some very far back corner of her mind she wondered if there could be anyone else in the dojang with them yelling. It had to be a woman getting fucked at the same time as her. Then she realized it was her, and the vulgar things were coming out of her mouth.

  Just then she rolled her hips forward enough to allow Seth just the right amount of access to her cunt. Seth was a great fingerer, and one of the things that made him so good was his ability to understand that a woman controlled how deep she was getting penetrated by allowing less or more access to her pussy to whoever was fucking her. He didn’t get too gung ho about jamming his stiffened fingers deep into a woman’s most private sanctum.

  Seth realized that sometimes subtlety was everything when it came to sticking things inside of vaginas. The moment she adjusted the angle of her hips the access that Seth’s fingers had to her cunt was just right so that their tips were pressed against the most sensitive cluster of nerves in her body, pushed up in a way that made all of them tingle at the same time. When the tips of Seth’s fingers touched down something amazing happened.

  The feeling was something Jen had never experienced before, like waking up and falling asleep in a sea of beautiful light. Waves of pleasure smashed through her body, making her convulse like someone whose body is making its last effort to restart itself. It felt like light was beaming down from the heaven and bathing her in ecstasy that reached through her entire body. Jen wondered for a second if the lights were flashing on and off but then realized that it was her eyes fluttering erratically and sometimes rolling back into her head so far she swore she thought she might have seen the inside of her eye sockets.

  “Oh yeah baby,” Jen could hear Seth as if from a distance. “Oh fucking yeah I need you to come for me harder. Oh fuck yeah. Just like that you little slut. See? You were a good girl and now you are getting what you need.”

  Jen tried to say something back but couldn’t tell if what she wanted to say was making it very far at all from her head to her mouth. Somewhere along the way the encouragement she wanted to give Seth to keep making her feel good was turning into the raunchiest sex talk she had ever heard from anyone, much less out of her own mouth.

  “Mother fucking yes,” Jen heard herself saying. “You better keep finger fucking my pussy like that. Feel how wet it is for you? Oh fuck, when I’m done coming I’m going to ride your face so you can swallow all of my cunt juice until you fill up and your dick gets hard. Oh fucking right baby, fucking shove your fingers in and out and feel my G-spot like a man would. Fuck yes. Fuck yes, harder. Oh fuck I want it harder.”

  Hearing herself talk so dirty to Seth made Jen hornier than ever, and her orgasm just kept going and going. For five whole minutes she came and came, hoping it would never end while knowing it would and also hoping that she was somehow avoiding making an enormous fool of herself.

  Gradually Jen’s hips slowed their bucking up and down and her eyes unrolled from out of the back of her head. Seth made slow, wide circles around the G-spot, then pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean.

  “You taste good, Jen,” he said with a smile on his face.

  “Do I?” Jen said. “I want to taste it.”

  Seth leaned down and kissed Jen on the lips, doing his best to smear the taste on his lips all over hers. When Seth leaned back up Jen had a smirk on her face.

  “I taste pretty fucking good,” Jen said. “If I do say so myself.”

  Seth couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh. Jen had a good sense of humor and that really turned him on. Not that he needed any help being turned on, though. During the whole sexual engagement so far he had kept all of his clothes on and his jeans were pinching his boner.

  “You need to get out of those clothes,” Jen said. “How are we supposed to fuck when you are wearing a suit of armor?”

  “That’s a good question,” Seth said, standing up and starting to strip his clothes off.

  Seth was conflicted about what was about to happen, and it was strange to him to feel so about sex but there were several things weighing heavily on his mind. First and foremost he had feelings for Jen, and not just the kind of feelings that told him that he should fuck her, the kind of feelings that told him that maybe he should lay off fucking her for a couple of weeks so they could get to know each other and maybe make some kind of effort to be a couple or something of the sort.

  He wasn’t sure if she felt the same way back, the comment she had made the other night about paying him like a male prostitute had really opened his eyes to the possibility that no matter how much he wanted things to work out there might be some stuff going on with Jen that he just couldn’t break through. Jen was a great girl, but sometimes women were so complicated it didn’t matter what anyone wanted, including them.

  It was possible that all Jen wanted from him was sex, and usually Seth would have been all right with that, but this time he was having feelings that he knew that he couldn’t ignore. If he tried to ignore them and fucked her anyway it wouldn’t be good sex and he knew it would fuck with his head later.

  Seth also knew that they really didn’t have time to go on some kind of sexual romp that would last maybe an hour or more. He had no idea what Mike and Nate were going to run into back at the shop. Seth could figure that the police would probably want to talk to a few people that worked there to ask why Earl was being a creepy weirdo with a camera attached to a pole and how in the world that camera had come to end a man’s life, but he didn’t know if the police would just slap cuffs on everyone and haul them down to jail.

  That was a very real possibility, sometimes the cops didn’t feel like fucking around and just arrested everyone to let the lawyers sort it out later. Sometimes that didn’t work because false arrest is illegal, but Seth didn’t think that false arrest would come up in anyone’s mind considering the blood bath that had happened in the shop with the goon wearing th
e Nixon mask cutting Earl in half with a machine gun and Wiz retorting by gunning the goon down—not to mention the way the whole thing had started with Earl killing some shady dude named Lars.

  Fearing just the police was a mistake, Seth realized, as he thought about it. They really had no idea who they were fucking with and if these people wanted to gun everyone down, they would. There really wasn’t any reason not just kill all of them.

  “What’s wrong baby?” Jen asked, her voice barely able to break through his thoughts. “Don’t you want to fool around?”

  Seth realized he had paused with his shirt half way over his head to think. That was very unlike him, and it showed how shook up the day’s events had him. He looked down at Jen who was now completely naked at his feet, pouting while she pressed her tits together in front of her. He knew that there was nothing more vehement in this world about getting laid than a woman who has already been turned on and had their proposition to fuck half accepted by their partner.

  “I’m just wondering if it is safe, Jen,” Seth said. “Just let me process everything for a second.”

  Jen looked up at him hopefully and looked like she was going to say something but must have decided not and closed her mouth slowly.

  Seth knew that a lot rested on him. The guys from the shop would need him to make the right decision right now if they were in some kind of trouble. But hadn’t they expected them to stay put? Maybe priority one was for him to stay with Jen and keep her safe. But would fucking her make her safer or more vulnerable? If he didn’t fuck her then she would be upset and frustrated the rest of the day and a complete bitch to deal with, but if they were doing the nasty while bad men came knocking they would both most assuredly end up dead.

  To die making love to a beautiful woman, Seth thought, there are most assuredly worse ways to go I guess.

  Jen was impatiently trying to read Seth’s face as he looked pensive, standing with his shirt around the crown of his head. She wanted to get fucked so badly. It just wasn’t enough that he’d gotten her off, she needed him inside of her pussy so badly she could hardly believe it. The juices from her pussy were like an ocean, she could feel the moisture making both sets of her slits slide back and forth against her body when she wriggled her legs.

 

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