by Mia Moore
She slipped off the bed and slid next to him. His dark eyes never left her face as silently she edged forward to kiss him. The dark stubble of his beard was rough on her cheek as his tongue entered her mouth and his cock brushed her thigh. The kiss seemed to go on forever, warming her up again with its intensity. Her hand grazed his thigh and roamed to touch his hard cock. She opened her legs and pushed her pussy closer to it, straining for it. He shifted and thrust his hips closer so that the tip of his cock was like a kiss on her clit.
Oh God. This small touch against her clit made her wet for more. Silently he broke their kiss while his dark eyes bored into her. She stroked his cock with her hand while rubbing it softly against her clit. When she tried to roll over so that she could straddle him, he stopped her with his arms. What was he doing? Didn’t he want to fuck her? His delaying was making her pussy throb with longing. She continued stroking him while masturbating herself with the thick, soft knob of his cock. All the while not a word had passed between them, just an intense stare.
Her hips rocked into him. She couldn’t control it any longer as the urgency of her orgasm gained steam. She was moaning, eyes closed when Byron rolled her onto her back and thrust into her, just as a mind blowing orgasm overcame her. She clutched his back and ass with her fingers as he drove deep into her, filling her cunt. The orgasm flooded her being; there was nothing but this handsome, enigmatic man fucking her harder and harder till with a groan he collapsed on top of her.
His lips sought hers and his muscular arms swung her on top as he rolled over onto his back. Then his hands were pushing her hips up to allow his cock to slip out. There was a pressure of flesh on the back of her thighs and a different cock entered her. The eroticism of kissing this silent stranger as he held her ass in position to be fucked by another man was wanton. Her cunt was dripping with Byron’s cum as well as her own, yet became even wetter as this other cock pushed deep inside. Now Byron’s semi hard cock pressed against her clit once more as her hips rocked back and forth from the thrusts of the unknown cock.
Holy fuck! She was going to come again. The cock inside her was big, pressing against her cervix, almost her navel. When fingers pried between her ass cheeks to play with her asshole, pressing in and entering her, another orgasm shot through her. The man fucking her thrust hard and fast before a final deep thrust and a moan. Her body, spent and exhausted, collapsed onto Byron’s.
The man behind her withdrew and she rolled off Byron onto her back. She had barely heard anyone around her when she was being fucked but now, the slapping of flesh against flesh and moans were audible. She turned her head to see Luke and Tony doing a double entry on Sylvia, while Dani watched. Sylvia’s large breasts were against Tony’s chest, while Luke knelt one legged behind her, his hand on her ass as he pumped his sheathed cock into her asshole. Wow! A double entry. What would that be like?
Chapter 16
A soft touch on her shoulder broke the mesmerizing scene in front of her. She turned her head to see Carrie’s pixie-like face, eyes half closed in the afterglow of awesome sex, edging closer, inserting her body between Byron and her. Carrie’s hand glided from her shoulder to circle Erica’s breast, her fingertips soft on her skin while a small smile played on her lips. Her brown eyes rose from admiring the full breasts to meet Erica’s, as if asking permission.
When Erica lifted her hand to brush a stray hair that had fallen forward, from her face, Carrie bent to kiss the hard nipple, her tongue circling the tip. Josh, sitting near the end of the bed watched Carrie fondle and alternate kisses between Erica’s breasts. Byron’s eyes met hers for just an instant as he rose and moved to the bed where Sylvia was groaning with pleasure. Immediately Josh moved into the spot that Byron vacated, kneeling to peer down at Carrie’s head.
Josh’s lips were parted as his eyes drifted from Carrie to look directly into hers. With all of the sex that had just taken place, it was obvious he wanted more. He held his cock in his hand, and started stroking it, his eyes locked with hers. Erica’s hand grazed along the hard muscle of his thigh, up to the tip of his cock, as she tried to move closer. Carrie must have sensed she was trying to get up because she lifted her head and ran her hands down Erica’s stomach to her slippery pussy.
Her abdomen tightened as she used her hand to rise up and move closer to his hard cock. It was before her face, partly enclosed by his fist that was still stroking it. When her tongue flicked across the satiny tip, his hand rested at the smooth shaven base, holding it out for her and thrusting his pelvis forward. Her lips opened and she took the head in, rolling her tongue over it, edging down for more.
Meanwhile Carrie’s fingers were gently exploring her pussy. Her legs were pushed farther apart and there was almost a tickling sensation as Carrie’s hair brushed against her inner thighs. Erica twitched when Carrie’s hot tongue licked her clit. It was sensitive at first but the circling softness of Carrie’s tongue and lips became pleasurable.
Josh was pumping his cock into her mouth to the back of her throat, in time with her own rhythm. To be sucking his cock while his wife was eating her out was hot—she loved this. He was close to coming from the quickness of his breathing and the tremble in his thighs.
When Carrie pumped all of the fingers of her hand into her cunt while her tongue flicked quickly over her clit, it was all Erica could do to continue sucking Josh. She was close to coming as well. Her mouth opened wider and she took the whole length of it into her, pressing her lips against his public bone. Faster and faster her head bobbed up and down on his cock, his fingers fisting her head and guiding her. With a cry, he pushed deep causing her eyes to water and tears to spill down her cheeks. His cock was pulsing in her throat shooting cum deep inside while his breath was a deep hiss and his leg muscles tensed.
Carrie’s mouth lifted from her pussy and from the corner of her eye she could see Keith pulling Carrie’s ass higher to fuck her from behind. Josh’s cock became limp and she eased back releasing it and now watched Carrie and Keith. Once more Carrie’s mouth was on her, pressing harder each time Keith thrust into her. Watching him fuck Carrie, the look of lust on his face as her own pussy was getting a royal licking was getting her hotter and hotter. Erica’s eyes closed and she lay back on the bed as the first shuddering orgasm flooded through her. Josh’s fingers squeezed her nipples and another orgasm cascaded deep within. Almost immediately Carrie’s mouth and tongue became too much to bear. Her hips jerked away while her hands pulled the sides of Carrie’s head upward.
Erica sat for a few moments, her heartbeat slowing while she watched Keith and Carrie. The people on the other bed were silent, probably all spent as well. Carrie was moaning with pleasure, her eyes closed as Keith pumped like a piston into her. Smiling, Erica moved closer to Carrie’s ass and placed her fingertip between the stretched pussy lips. There it was, the hard bud of Carrie’s clit to softly rub to an orgasm.
“Yes! Don’t stop.” Carrie’s voice was guttural and fierce in her need. She sucked in air through clenched teeth when she came, muscles taut. This was the final sight that Keith had needed to thrust hard into her, lost in his own lust and orgasm.
What an amazing night. To be with eight people, having sex with almost all of them. She wouldn’t need sex for a YEAR after a night like this. She grinned. Who was she kidding? She’d be back there the next week.
Chapter 17
Erica’s stomach was a tight fist as she got off the elevator the following Monday morning at work. She’d purposely kept herself busy the last couple of days trying to avoid thoughts of what Mike might say about Friday night to the people she worked with. But now, she had to face it.
When she greeted her assistant and asked how her weekend was, her eyes searched for any clue that would let her know if anything had been said. No, Cindy acted the same as usual on a Monday, quiet and serious with the work week ahead. She opened the door to her office and went inside. Maybe he hadn’t or wouldn’t breathe a word.
After she booted her computer,
she worked for the rest of the morning with not even a phone call interruption. She’d grab a soft drink in the staff kitchen to have with the brown bag lunch she’d packed that morning.
She scooped the icy ginger ale from the machine slot and was about to leave the room when her assistant came flying around the corner.
“Erica, Mr.Stone would like to see you in his office right away.” She was out of breath, gasping the words out.
Uh oh. Had Mike told Stone and now she was about to be fired? Her heart was in her mouth but she managed a casual ‘thanks’ to Cindy. “Would you put this on my desk?” She handed the soft drink to her.
Her palms were sweaty behind the curled fingers that picked at a broken cuticle as she rode the elevator to the tenth floor. How could she be fired? What she did on her own time was her business. All they should be interested in was the quality of her work and she KNEW there’d be no problem there. Still…
She tapped softly on the door and entered at the muffled reply to come in. Mr. Stone was sitting behind his desk and looked up when she approached. He was frowning as he silently gestured for her to take a seat.
“You wanted to see me?” Erica’s voice was soft but she managed to hide the tremor she felt.
“Yes, Erica. I’m afraid I have some bad news. You’ll be on your own with the project for a couple of weeks. Mike is gone. His company is looking for someone to replace him.” Stone’s eyes only glanced at her a few times, focusing more on his desk blotter.
She exhaled slowly, aware now that she’d been holding it from the time he started speaking. Her muscles floated into the soft cushioned chair.
“You fired him?” Her voice was several octaves higher than normal.
“Well, yes.” He looked at her and then back at the fascinating blotter. “This is a bit awkward, but he was telling some pretty outrageous stories about you. Word got back to me about an hour ago and you know how I feel about office gossip. But some of the things he was saying were really over the top.”
He placed both hands, palm down on the desk. “Who am I kidding? It was well beyond gossip.” He closed his eyes and gave his head a shake. “It was such filth that it crossed the line to sexual harassment, frankly.” Opening his eyes, he continued, “We’re professionals here, Erica—high school was a long, long time ago.” He peered at her from under his bushy eyebrows before looking away once more, waiting for a comment from her.
But what could she say? She wasn’t about to ask what rumors were feeding the mill since Mr. Stone was so obviously uncomfortable even referencing the gossip. This was definitely a time when silence was golden.
“What you do in your personal life is your affair as long as it’s legal. You have a senior position with this firm and a spotless work record. I couldn’t have an…associate, not even one of our employees, saying these things. Will you be alright on your own or would you like some help from one of the other engineers?” He sat back in his chair, now looking directly at her.
“I’ll be fine. It will just mean extra work and that’s never bothered me. I appreciate your stand on this issue.” She stood up and left the room.
Chapter 18
Erica got out of the subway car and climbed the stairs to street level. It had been quite a day and it wasn’t over yet. She shifted the strap of the heavy laptop bag to her other shoulder as her heels clicked along the sidewalk. Only a couple of blocks to her building but after working ten hours, it seemed interminable. There would be many long days ahead to finish the project on time, now that Mike was gone. But it was worth it not to have to see him again.
What a complete asshole he’d turned out to be. Thank God her boss hated office gossip. Sure, maybe there’d be people who would give her some odd looks but they didn’t dare say anything after what happened to Mike. She could live with that.
She was inserting her key into the entrance door of her apartment building when a hand grasped her shoulder roughly. She jumped and spun around to see glacier eyes glaring at her. Oh my God, it was Mike.
“You fucking cunt. You cost me my job.” A spray of spittle from his tight lips landed on her cheek.
He’d been drinking. The smell of whisky on his breath was almost enough to gag her.
“Get your hand off me or I’ll scream.” Her voice was loud and commanding despite the quaking in her knees. True, there weren’t that many people out walking on the street at eight p.m. but someone was bound to hear and call 911. Her hands were shaking as she turned to try the key once more.
Her breath exploded from her chest when she landed on the steps in front of the building. For a second she was stunned but quickly recovered at the sight of his fist raised above her, about to strike her face. In a flash she grabbed her laptop carrier and held it before her to block the blow. His hand smashed into the case and then ripped it from her fingers.
There was a thud when it landed and once more his fist was poised to strike. She rolled to the side, covering her head with her forearms and bracing herself for the blow.
But it didn’t come. There were sounds of footsteps beside her and a thud. She peeked out to see the biggest black man she’d ever seen pinning Mike against the door of her building. His dark eyes flashed quickly at her before returning their attention to Mike.
“Are you alright lady?” One hand was on Mike’s throat while the other pressed Mike’s hand against the wood.
“Yes.” She gasped. What would have happened if this guy hadn’t showed up? Mike may have beaten her or even killed her.
“I’m a cop. You’re under arrest for assault on this woman. You have the right to remain silent…”
The rest of his words, familiar from all of the police shows she’d ever watched passed in a blur. Mike was tall but the policeman was even bigger and waaay more muscular. Thank you, Jesus.
The cop spun Mike around and without missing a beat in the arrest preamble, slapped a cuff onto Mike’s wrist and the other cuff onto the iron, stair railing.
“She tripped trying to push me down the stairs. I didn’t do anything to her. This is just a misunderstanding. Let me go.” Mike’s tone was now pleading, almost sounding like he was sober.
“Can it. I saw everything. Miss, I’ll need a statement from you.” His strong arm reached toward her to help her to her feet before he flipped a cell phone from his pocket and pressed a button.
She watched him speak into the phone, requesting a black and white, giving the address. Now that his face wasn’t contorted restraining Mike, he was pretty good looking with a strong jawline and mahogany skin that glowed. But it was his eyes that riveted her attention—heavy lids and wide, almost kind looking when he glanced at her.
“What’s your name? Do you know this guy?” His voice was deep, yet soft.
“I’m Erica Armstrong and this is Mike Follett. We worked together up until today. He was fired and he blames me.” She stepped around Mike to pick up the laptop bag.
“She’s a pervert who came onto me. When I wouldn’t have anything to do with her, she got me canned. Tell him Erica, about making out like a lesbian at that swinger club. She isn’t innocent officer. She’s twisted.” Mike was almost shouting now.
“Quiet. Another word and I’ll add public intoxication to the charges. You’ll get your say at the precinct.” The words were clipped with an authority that silenced Mike, but his eyebrows bunched when he looked at Erica.
It shouldn’t matter to her what the cop thought of her but it did. Why was that? Was it because even without the uniform this was a man who stood for everything that was right in the world—the whole cop thing? Or maybe she was attracted to him? Unlike the men she worked with, he was strong and sure of himself, all man. If a guy like him asked her out on a date, she’d run through broken glass to be there.
And here was that asshole Mike slagging her, making her look like some kind of deviant. Any chance that this cop would be interested was blown out of the water. Besides, he was probably married. The good ones always were.
When the police car pulled up in front of her building, the cop unlocked the handcuff from the railing and put it on Mike’s free wrist. Two cops in uniform got out of the car and walked up the stairs.
“Hey Buckley. Thought you were off this week. What are ya doin’ making arrests and work for us?” The first officer grinned at the black cop standing next to Erica.
“Lady in distress and all that jive. Can’t count on you knuckleheads to serve the citizens, can I? Take him to headquarters. We’ll be right behind you.”
Erica watched Mike walk down the stairs sandwiched between the boys in blue. Maybe they’d lock him up and throw away the key. One could only hope. So Buckley was his name….hmm.
“Ready? That’s my car. You were lucky I was driving by. C’mon.” He flashed white teeth under eyes that were used to laughing.
“Yeah, thanks. You’re my white knight today.” Her face went hot as the words left her lips.
He chuckled and placed his large hand lightly on her back guiding her down the steps. “Yeah right. Something like that.”
He opened the passenger door of a black mustang and she eased down to the low seat, her dress riding up her thighs.
“Nice car.” She looked up noticing his eyes drift from her shapely legs.
Now it was her turn. She watched him cross in front of the car to get to the driver’s side. His shoulders were so wide they were like a ledge in the black leather jacket. And hips that were narrow in the tight jeans with just a glimpse at the bulge over his crotch. Was it true what they said about black guys? Once you go black, you never go back? This was one guy she wouldn’t mind testing that theory with.