Call Girl

by Landon Dixon

  Janet laughed. ‘Thank you, both.’ Her face sobered and she looked him in the eye. ‘Harry, yesterday, remember, when I asked you what you’d like for your birthday?’

  He had a sudden, horrible feeling that he knew what was coming and he could feel the heat in his face. ‘I remember.’

  ‘Do you remember what you said? Of course you do. When I asked you what you wanted, you said ‘you’. I don’t think you realised you’d said it aloud, or maybe you sub-vocalised it, but I have acute hearing, Harry, and I heard you.’

  He gestured helplessly. ‘It sort of slipped out. You’re right, I didn’t know I’d said it aloud.’

  ‘Did you mean it?’ There was a tone to her voice that suggested the answer was important to her.

  Harry nodded. ‘Absolutely.’

  ‘And now you’ve seen the reality you could only imagine before? What now? Still feel the same?’

  ‘More than ever.’

  She smiled, stepping forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. ‘Good,’ she said. She paused, then, ‘Harry, when you said ‘you’ when I asked you what you wanted, what was in your mind?’ Harry flushed, and gestured helplessly. Janet smiled. ‘Making love, perhaps?’ He nodded, unable to speak, a huge lump in his throat. Her smile faded. ‘Harry, love, after you left yesterday, I couldn’t get what you said out of my head. I know I’m older, nearly twice your age, but I like to think I still look good.’

  ‘Better than just good!’

  ‘Thank you. Last night, Harry, after I went to bed, I lay there, just thinking about you, and what you’d said. And do you know what I did?’ He shook his head, wondering. ‘I masturbated, Harry. I got myself off. I got my dildo out for the first time in three years and I fucked myself to orgasm, pretending it was you.’ He shook his head, helpless, and she reached out to touch his cheek. ‘Do you want me, Harry? Do you want to make love to me?’

  ‘Yes,’ he managed to say, his voice hoarse.

  ‘Well, I want it, too, especially now I’ve seen what you’re offering me. And soon. I read somewhere that anticipation is the best aphrodisiac, so I want you to anticipate, Harry, I want you to anticipate sliding that lovely erection you showed me into my pussy and fucking me.’ She smiled, and stretched across to give him a quick kiss. ‘Have you fucked before, Harry?’

  He shrugged, and nodded. ‘Yes, but only twice.’

  ‘Girls? Or women?’

  ‘Girls.’

  ‘Virgin?’

  He shook his head. ‘Not yet.’ She frowned, and he laughed. ‘Sally, my girlfriend at university, she promised me her cherry when the new semester starts. We’re moving out of the halls and into a flat, with another couple.

  Janet laughed, a fruity gurgle that made his prick twitch. ‘Anticipation, Harry!’

  He grinned. ‘Yeah!’

  ‘Kiss me, Harry.’

  The kiss was tentative at first, as they learned each other’s flavour, but deepened quickly, until their mouths were working on each other, lips parting, tongues probing, duelling, twining, breathing deepening, until she broke the kiss, panting. She took a deep breath, then gave a shaky laugh.

  ‘Harry, we’ll swim later. Now, we need a bed. Come on.’ She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Beside the bed she twined her arms around his neck and looked up at him. ‘Touch me,’ she whispered.

  Hardly daring to breathe, he brought his hands up and cupped her breasts. She hissed in a breath as she felt his thumbs pass over her nipples, and he felt her pressing against him, trapping his hardness between them, her hips moving, grinding against him. Her mouth came up and captured his, opening to him, sharing his breathing. He moved his hands from her breasts and pulled her against him, feeling her breasts flatten against his chest.

  She broke away and moved to the bed, laying herself on her back and spreading her legs. She held her hand out to him. ‘Fuck me, Harry,’ she whispered.

  He moved onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, his cock held lightly in one hand and bent to enter her, feeling her cool fingers guide him to her opening, her wet, hot, opening. He pressed in, feeling her yield to his thrust, wishing he could see it.

  ‘Push in a little, then pull back, lover, spread my juices, then push in again,’ she murmured. Once, again, a third time, and he was deep inside her, his balls against her bottom. He pulled back, ready to push in again, but she stopped him, her hands on his hips.

  ‘Just hold it there for a moment, lover. I’m enjoying this. Yours is one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had in me, and I’m feeling good.

  ‘Is it really?’ he said, uncertain.

  ‘It is,’ she said, squeezing down on him with her internal muscles. She stretched up and kissed him. ‘Fuck me, Harry,’ she said, her voice a caress. He began to move. Gently, almost gingerly, at first. ‘Feel good?’ she said.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ he breathed. ‘It’s wonderful, better than I ever dreamed. Every time I –’ he broke off, and she smiled.

  ‘Every time what, Harry? Every time you jack off?’ He nodded, a little embarrassed. ‘Every time, then, Harry? What?’

  ‘Every time I jack off, I imagine doing this, with you.’

  ‘I’m flattered,’ she said, smiling up at him. ‘Come on, let’s make that dream true.’

  He laughed, and began moving a little faster. She squeezed him again, and pulled her knees up, opening herself to him. He was moving easily now, audibly, in her juices and she hugged him, urging him on with wordless little cries, but the moment got to him and he stiffened, and cried out, shaking as he came, too soon. Far, far too soon.

  ‘I’m sorry, M–’ he began, and she giggled, putting her finger across his lips.

  ‘I think it’s probably time you called me Janet,’ she said, smiling up at him. ‘You came?’ He nodded, and she stretched up to kiss him again. ‘Don’t worry, lover. I’ll get you hard again and the second time will be better.’

  ‘You make me too excited,’ he said, with a wry grimace.

  ‘Pull out and lie back,’ she said. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’ He eased himself from her, feeling the cooler air on his half-hard prick, and she came up onto her knees beside, his gasp echoing her soft moan as she took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue moving on him, cleaning him, stimulating him, so that it seemed but moments before he was hard and pulsing again. She sat back on her heels, holding his erection lightly between her fingers. He reached for her other hand, squeezing the fingers, and made to get up. She stopped him with a flat hand on his chest.

  ‘Lie back and enjoy, lover. It’s time for Janet Blythe to ride!’ Slightly startled, he lay back, feeling the grin spreading across his face as she shuffled astride his thighs, moving so that her pussy was poised above his hardness, lowering herself until he just entered her. She took her hand away, reaching for Harry’s hands and placing them on her breasts. He cupped the soft mounds, enjoying touching her, the weight of her in his hands, and she held his eyes as she lowered yourself onto him. She was wet, still full of him from before and it took no more than a wriggle before her bottom was resting on his thighs.

  ‘Feel good?’ she said, brow arched, and he nodded, grinning up at her.

  ‘Feels fucking fantastic, pardon my French,’ he said. She bent forward to suck his nipple, and he shuddered. She laughed.

  ‘Never had your nipple sucked before, Harry?’

  He shook his head. ‘It felt incredible.’

  ‘Not today, but sometime soon, Harry, I want you to suck my nipples, and I want you to eat me, because I don’t need a prick inside me to make me come, just a caring man treating me right.’

  ‘Are you saying you want to do this again?’ he said, scarcely daring to hope.

  ‘Fuck yes, Harry, I most certainly am. For now, though, let’s you and me concentrate on both of us getting to come.’

  ‘Just tell me what to do.’

  ‘Lie back and enjoy, lover,’ she murmured, and began to move, easily, because she was so wet, and Harry played gently with her breasts
as she moved, audible now, a liquid slither of sound. She giggled as trapped air escaped with a blurt of sound. Harry could feel the sweat on his face, feel it between them, and she changed her angle slightly, her breathing quickening, bringing them both up the slope of sensation. Harry could feel himself getting closer and gritted his teeth, willing himself not to come until she was ready, but pushing back up at her as she rode him.

  ‘Close, lover?’ she gasped.

  He nodded. ‘Very, Janet, very close.’

  ‘Good,’ she said, and he saw her fingers move across her clit. She gave a tight scream, her pussy clutching at him, milking him, and he pushed up hard at her, letting her take him over the precipice of climax and into the miniature death that is orgasm.

  Slowly, slowly, awareness returned. He was gasping for breath, as if he’d just finished a marathon, and Janet too was dragging oxygen from the air. Gradually, normality returned and she bent forward to kiss him, a long kiss, filled with warmth, with pleasure. She broke the kiss and sat back, Harry still inside her.

  He smiled up at her. ‘I think without any doubt at all, that will be my best late birthday present, ever,’ he said.

  Janet grinned. ‘Don’t bet on it.’

  In The Liquor Store

  by Gwen Masters

  The old wooden floor creaked and shifted under our feet as we made our way down the narrow aisles. Bottles of every size and fashion stood at attention, their colourful labels touting the brand of the liquor within. A low and sultry guitar rang out through the ancient radio on the counter.

  Daniel hummed quietly along with the melody as he lifted a bottle from a rack and examined it. He gently replaced it with the tiny clink of glass on glass. I looked up at the ceiling of the old liquor store, taking in the rough exposed beams from which hung all sorts of artefacts: guitars, fiddles, ancient bottles, even a voodoo doll here and there.

  The place smelled of old wood and even older wine. This was a liquor store that had been in business for decades, and it showed in the vintage bottles on the highest shelves. There was a wine cellar in the basement, or so the sign said – it promised to hold only the best wines. Daniel turned a corner at the back of the store and I followed slowly, exploring everything around me but the liquor. The store was a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of history and I was duly fascinated.

  ‘Honey, come look at this,’ Daniel said. His voice came from the far corner of the store. I made my way around a freezer full of tall bottles of dark, rich lager.

  Daniel stood in the back of a darkened aisle. Here the bottles were dusty and old. There was a stepladder to one side. This must be where they kept the overstock merchandise. Even the freezer was dark, but I could hear the motor quietly humming away.

  ‘Did you notice that no one is here?’ Daniel asked quietly.

  I looked up at the counter. There had been an older man there when we came in, but he had tipped his hat toward me and excused himself to take care of a shipment. There was a little truck outside, and he headed for it with an air of purpose. It appeared that he hadn’t returned.

  I smiled up into Daniel’s face. His dark hair looked almost black in the dim light. His eyes were no longer their placid shade of brown – they looked just as black as his hair. I shivered, remembering the voodoo doll hanging from the rafters.

  Daniel’s eyes searched mine for a moment before he bent his head to kiss me. His hips came up against mine. Something hard stirred against my belly and I giggled into his mouth as his tongue traced my lips.

  ‘Daniel,’ I lightly scolded.

  ‘No one is around,’ he whispered back, his lips trailing up my jaw. ‘You know, I’ve been in this liquor store a million times, but I’ve never once fucked in it.’

  ‘Daniel, for shame!’ I laughed, and he looked around, his eyes on the front door of the old liquor store.

  ‘No one is here. Just a quickie, honey, come on. Let’s do it,’ he whispered urgently.

  I was already getting caught up in the spirit and thrill of possibly being caught. I was always the kind who fantasized about a public kind of encounter, but never had the guts to go through with it. This, though – it wasn’t entirely public, was it? And even if we got caught, what would the punishment be? A scolding, a fury in the eyes, or a barring from the store, perhaps – but what more than that? What did I have to lose, really?

  My hand slid down Daniel’s shirt to the brown slacks he wore. I pressed my fingers against his erection. He grew even harder under my hand. I was already wet. My pussy practically hummed with the anticipation.

  ‘It has to be fast,’ I whispered into his mouth. I found his belt buckle and quickly opened it. Daniel moved back just enough to give me room. I unbuttoned his slacks, then pulled the zipper down.

  ‘Here on the stepladder,’ he ordered.

  ‘But it’s old – and rickety…’

  ‘Where is your sense of adventure?’ Daniel hissed.

  I laughed quietly as he picked me up and set me on the old wooden stepladder. He nibbled on my neck. His hands found my long skirt and clenched into the fabric, pulling it up inch by inch as I pushed his slacks open and pulled him free of his boxers. He was long and hard and ready to go. Daniel moaned softly as he throbbed in my hand.

  ‘Fuck me,’ I whispered.

  Daniel yanked my dress up to my waist. Underneath it he found the tiny pair of red satin underwear that covered what he wanted. Daniel curled his fingers around the fabric and with no hesitation he ripped it from me. The seams held for a valiant moment, then gave way. The tatters fell to the dusty concrete floor.

  I twined my legs around his hips and thrust upward as he pushed against me. His cock sank into my tight passage with one almost vicious thrust. I tightened my legs and pressed my heels into his ass, pushing him harder into me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, little stabs of pain that I knew would urge him on – he loved it when I did that. I whispered into his ear as he began to fuck me.

  ‘You naughty bastard,’ I growled.

  I rose up to meet every thrust of his body into mine. Daniel was hard and solid inside me, every vein and ridge of his cock throbbing in time with his racing heart. Daniel pulled my legs tighter around his hips as he drove deeper.

  We heard a noise from the front of the store. I froze but Daniel kept going. He whispered into my ear. ‘What would you do if he came back here and saw you, huh? Would you like it if he saw my dick sliding into you? You look just like a fucking slut, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes,’ I whispered back. I was suddenly wetter at the thought, and Daniel definitely noticed. He grinned wickedly at me in the dim light. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

  His teeth settled on my earlobe and he bit down, his breath short and fast. His hips sped up, pumping into me with the sole purpose of making us both orgasm, quickly and hard. He moved closer to me and angled his body so that his shaft brushed over my hard clit with every motion of his hips. He knew my body well – he knew what would work. His lips made their way down my throat, and he nipped at the rise of my cleavage above the low neckline of my blouse.

  The orgasm was building quickly inside me, driven higher by the danger of being caught. My hands went to his hair. I pulled his head back so that I could look into his eyes while he fucked me. Daniel rammed me harder. The pleasure threatened to turn to pain, but I wasn’t about to tell him to stop – I was too close to even think about stopping.

  ‘Come on me,’ he hissed, then his hand found my hair and he yanked once, hard. ‘Come like a fucking slut,’ he taunted, loud enough that someone might hear.

  Even though I didn’t make a sound, Daniel covered my mouth with his hand as I came. My body squeezed tight around him. The throbbing was hard and deep, and seemed to go on forever. My nails dug into his shoulders and Daniel sucked in a quick breath at the pain. I bucked hard against him until the tremors in my body faded. I was suddenly light-headed.

  ‘Breathe,’ Daniel ordered, and I took a great gasp of air. The world swam back into focus. I h
ad been holding my breath as the orgasm ripped through me.

  Daniel watched me with eyes that had gone dark with passion. He kept up a steady rhythm, moving in that certain way that always makes him come. I moved in counterpoint to his thrusts. I squeezed down hard on him, and the remnants of my orgasm made me moan. The throbbing was still there, amazingly enough, just quieter now. Daniel felt it and shuddered. He was close, ready to topple over the edge with just the right touch, the right word. I raked my hands through his hair, then kissed the hollow of his neck and licked back to his ear.

  ‘Your turn, Daniel,’ I cooed. ‘Come now, baby. Come for your woman. Come inside me.’

  Daniel gasped and groaned as he exploded within me. I was flooded with heat. It seemed to catch fire between my legs and spread all through me. My skin tingled with it. Wetness slid out of me and down one trembling thigh. Daniel’s whole body jerked, then he held very still while the last of his orgasm faded.

  He finally collapsed against me, sending us both rocking a little on the rickety old stepladder.

  ‘Wow, that was fast,’ he gasped, trying to catch his breath. I buried my nose in his thick dark hair, breathing deeply of the shampoo and sweat. His heart beat hard and fast. He tightened his arms around me and buried his face into my cleavage. I squeezed him one more time with my secret inner muscles and he groaned. Then he began to laugh. The sound moved his belly up and down against me.

  ‘God, that was great,’ he sighed. He glanced around, then quickly dropped to his knees. His tongue found the centre of me. He spread my legs wide and licked up and down, tasting both of us. I twined my fingers through his hair and the fire started again, down low where it really counted. If anyone had come around the corner then, they would have seen quite the show.

  When I started to buck up against him, Daniel stopped. He stood up with a sly grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted me hot and ready when we got home.

  ‘Go get cleaned up,’ he whispered in my ear. He pulled me down from the stepladder and handed me the tattered remnants of my panties. He bestowed a little slap on my rump as I walked away on shaky legs. I found the bathroom and cleaned up, wiping away the wetness that made its way down my thighs. I looked in the mirror at a woman whose face was attractively flushed, hair in disarray, eyes filled with passion. We wouldn’t be hiding anything – anyone who took a good look at me would be able to tell I had been thoroughly fucked.