by Marina Blue
“Thanks for the meal, Ms. Breitling. I had a nice time.”
“So did I, surprisingly enough. Frankly, I thought you’d be more of an Austrian school of economics type.”
He laughed. “That means you think I’m an asshole.”
“What? No. I mean, sort of…”
Mark’s laugh melted into a smile. “It’s ok. I know I come across as an asshole. I can be a little dominant sometimes, and I definitely just charge in when I want something, but you know, mostly I’m just joking around.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure you are.”
“You know, I’m surprised you don’t get me more. I know you have an amazing sense of humor.”
“How could you know that?”
“Because,” Mark said, “I saw that speech you gave at the MENSA meeting two years ago, and it was hilarious.”
“How did you see that?”
Mark sipped his drink. “Because I’m a member.”
For a second I froze. Mark was in MENSA? The organization comprised of the smartest people in the world?
He waited for a moment. Then he said, “You don’t think I’m in MENSA, do you?”
“No, it’s not that, just that I-”
“Stop. It’s fine. I get it a lot. Nobody thinks a guy like me, with an ok body, has a brain in his head. Most people think I’m just a dumb, impetuous dick.”
“I don’t think that,” I said. “Your body’s much better than ok.”
Mark paused for a second. Then he laughed. “See, that’s what I’m saying. You’re funny. Like in that speech, even though you were talking about the future of technology as it relates to sustainable real estate development, it was really clever. And hilarious. I have it recorded. Must’ve watched it a thousand times.”
“Now I know you’re kidding.”
Mark looked shocked. He put his scotch down, and stood up. His body looked perfect from where I sat on the sofa. His arms were ripped, with just the right amount of muscle separated by deep cuts. He cleared his throat. “And in summation, when it comes to communication, the past doesn’t have to be tense, nor the future perfect. We also don’t need computers that create faster, and more accurate mistakes. What we need is a web that catches more than just bugs. And we can do it ourselves. After all, in a boundary-less world, why rely on Gates and Windows to get us out of the box? It’s our individual-”
“Ok, ok,” I said. That was a direct quote from my speech. “I get it. You’ve watched it a lot.”
“I’ve watched everything you did. That speech to the Chamber of Commerce. The one for NOW. Even your old college debate.”
I sat there, dumbstruck. “How?”
“I told you, I may be impetuous, but I’m no idiot.”
“Why?”
He sat back down. Closer to me. Our legs pressed against each other. “I sort of… I know you won’t believe this, but I fell in love with you on that stage. Or at least, I got a really deep crush.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said.
“Talia. I’m serious. I think you’re amazing. Most women I date are ditzes. Good for fun, but not much else. I’ve always wanted to be with someone who gets me, who I can get. Someone I can talk to about deeper things. Someone who’s brilliant, like you.”
I shook my head. “Mark, I-”
“You think I’m kidding. Listen, I was dating four different girls the night we met. Two of them were strippers. But the morning after we hooked up, I broke it off with all of them.”
“Now you’re definitely lying.”
“I get it. Not trusting me is probably a very smart move. But I’m a fan of yours. I know I make a lot of jokes with Liam and Jamie, but that’s all talk. I never wanted to really meet any girl as badly as I wanted to meet you. You care about things. You’re more than some rich girl. There’s passion in your heart. Idealism. And an incredible brain in your head. I saw it then, I see it now. But when I met you in real life, I just wasn’t prepared. You. Are. Mesmerizing.”
“So that night in my father’s study was-”
“Incredible. I didn’t want Liam to be there, but if I have to share you, then so be it. It’s why I’m here. I’m your biggest fan. Which reminds me, I have to tell you-”
I reached out, grabbed Mark’s head, and pulled him in. We kissed. Long and hard. I don’t know what it was about him, the dark, dreamy thing, his perfect body, or the badass look he had, but I was in the mood to let him have me all to himself.
First I wanted to suck him, though. I reached over, and undid his pants.
But he had other plans.
Mark grabbed my throat, firmly but delicately, and pushed me onto my back.
“What’re you doing?” I said.
“What I’ve imagined doing for years.” Mark lifted my dress up over my hips, and stared at my panties. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I saw you speak.” He slid down onto his knees, pulled my panties off, and extended his tongue.
He was so close I could feel his breath on my pussy. But that’s as close as he got.
I looked down at him. He was staring between my legs.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
“Nothing. Your pussy’s just so beautiful. I can’t wait to taste it.”
I grabbed his hair. “Then don’t.”
And with that, dark eyed Mark, all covered in tattoos and ripped muscles, slipped his tongue onto my clit. My soft pussy melted around his mouth like an ice cream cone he was eating in summer.
And it felt amazing. His lips were warm. His tongue, hot and rough, but in the good way. “Oh God, please don’t stop…”
Mark complied. He slipped his tongue back and forth in long, smooth strokes. First to the right. Then to the left. Back and forth. Warm wetness built between my legs, especially where his tongue touched me. And I started to swivel my hips.
“Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit!” I screamed.
Mark gently sucked my clit into his mouth as he continued his back and forth licking. It was perfect. The sucking. The warmth. His wet mouth. I looked down. And his dark, mysterious gaze was locked on my face. I felt like he was consuming me. Owning me with his mouth. Even though he was servicing me, I felt dominated.
And that’s when he slipped a finger inside me. In and out he fucked me. The back and forth motion… The friction was delicious. I screamed, “Don’t stop doing that. Please! Yes. Yes. Yes!”
My orgasm surged through my body without warning, like it was forced upon me. It cooled, and burned. And it lasted a long time. Like waves coming to the shore, it lapped my entire body, and felt unending.
Until finally it subsided, and I melted into the couch.
I looked up.
Mark was standing. There was a look of macho pride on his face. “That was so hot.”
I took a deep breath, and drank in his physique. “You’re amazing.”
He shook his head. “It’s you who’s amazing. I’m not the biggest fan of going down on chicks, but your pussy was so beautiful, I just had to. And it tasted amazing.”
“Really?”
“Really. Anytime you want me to do that, let me know.”
“You’ve got to be joking.”
His macho, cocky smile melted into a boyish grin. “No. I’m serious. You’re… inspirational. My fantasy.”
“You want to know my fantasy? Well, something I enjoy, but haven’t had in a very long while?”
He nodded.
I got up. And whispered in his ear.
His eyes got huge. “Are you serious? Of course!”
“I’ll be right back.” I ran upstairs to my bedroom, grabbed a small bottle of lube, and ran back to Mark. “Here.”
Mark took the bottle, and then disrobed. And I enjoyed the show. He peeled off his shirt to reveal his tanned, smooth skin. Each muscle had the perfect amount of definition, especially his round shoulders, which were covered in tattoos. Below them, all six of his abs were segmented to perfection. Then he dropped his jeans, and his cock sprung out, thick and hard.
He squeezed some of the lube on the tip of his dick, and smeared it down his shaft. “You’re sure about this?”
I slipped off my skirt, shirt, and bra, so I was completely naked. “Oh yeah. Just be gentle. Before you get rough.” I spun around, and then got down on all fours, with my knees on the floor and hands on the couch.
Mark knelt behind me. He pressed the lubed tip of his cock onto my asshole.
I took a deep breath. And relaxed. A lot of girls I know don’t like anal. That’s because they never got past the painful part. It’s no surprise, really. That first time, it wasn’t fun. Not at all. But I had a boyfriend in college who was very patient, and very supportive. We worked through it together, and eventually got the point where it felt great. There are a ton of nerve endings in the ass, and having them stimulated was a treat I enjoyed every once in a while.
And it was one I wanted to enjoy with Mark.
“You’re ready?” he asked.
I stared straight ahead, at the back of the couch. “Oh yeah.”
Mark reached around me with one hand, and slipped it under my body. He began to trace small circles around my clit.
And even though I’d just cum, my pussy started to purr. I arched my back, giving him a better angle.
As he rubbed me, he began to move forward, ever so slowly.
I moaned. And held my ground.
The tip of his cock spread my ass. Just a bit.
“Does that hurt?” he said.
I expected the familiar pain to be there, but with his rubbing, he just felt nice. A bit alien, but still good. “No. Keep going.”
Mark obeyed. With his free hand, he grabbed my ass. Squeezing me tightly, he moved closer. His cock inched in.
I sucked in some air. And closed my eyes. Focusing on the feelings of both his hands and cock. Both were warm and strong.
Again, Mark inched forward. His head cleared my opening, which meant it was all smooth sailing. The largest part was in. The rest would be easy.
“You’re sure you’re ok?” Mark said.
I closed my eyes. Focused on the sensations. And said, “Get to work.”
Mark said, “With pleasure.” Inch by delicious inch, he impaled me on his cock until he was all the way in. Then, once he was firmly planted, he paused. Before pulling back out.
The entire shaft slid out of me. And every bit of my ass lit up like Christmas as he continued to rub my pussy. The pleasurable feeling I remembered came back with a vengeance. Each spot his skin pressed against felt amazing. And when he had retracted most of himself, he moved ahead, and shoved back in.
I purred. “Don’t stop, baby.”
His grip on me tightened. “Holy shit, this is incredible.”
“Fuck yeah it is.”
Mark continued his slow, steady stroke for a while. Moving back and forth like a lumberjack sawing a log. Each thrust was perfect. Long and slow. Deep and relentless. From his base, to the tip, Mark worked in and out of me steadily. His entry was amazing. His backswing, even better. Every time he pulled his dick out of me, I’d take a sharp breath, anticipating its return. And he’d give me what I wished for, invading me from behind with gentle force.
After a few minutes of his perfect, deliberate motion, he said, “Can I go faster?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Please.”
“Ok. But first…” Mark reached forward, grabbed my right wrist, and pulled it behind my back. I left it there, while he grabbed my left. And I fell, face first, into the couch cushion, as he trapped my hands. The smell of leather was heavy in my nose. It felt cool on my face.
Then Mark stopped rubbing my clit. I looked over my shoulder. “Why’d you stop?”
He grabbed the belt from his jeans, and wrapped it around my wrists. Once. Twice. Three times. And then he tied it off.
I said, “What are you-”
“You may want to save your breath,” Mark said.
I turned back around, and rested my face on the couch. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Speed up. Let me know if I go too fast.” He reached around me, and began to play with my clit again. It was so full. And soft. And he was flicking his fingers side-to-side just right.
I said, “Ok, but you can’t- Fuck!”
Mark fired forward, and pounded his hard cock into my ass deeper than any dick had been. Seriously, he was in undiscovered country. And that sensation, mixed with his busy fingers, lit me up like the New York skyline.
“Fuck!” I yelled again.
“Holy shit, you feel amazing.” He pulled back again, fast. And thrust forward, hard.
“Shit!” I yelled.
He pulled out again. And then pushed in. Out. And then in. And I took it all, while he played with my pussy like an expert. I could feel every finger, just like I could feel every inch.
Back and forth.
In and out.
Around and around he moved his fingers and his body.
The technique was working. I was gasping for air. “Ho… Ly… Shit… You… Feel… A… Maze… Ing!”
“You fucking love this,” he grunted. “Don’t you?”
“I… Do… Keep… Fucking… Me…” It was hard to talk. I twisted my hands, but they were tied tight behind my back. I was completely trapped, unable to move.
Meanwhile, Mark’s long dick was working wonders in my sensitive ass. And his hands switched their rhythm. Instead of back and forth, they began to make little circles. It was better than before. So much better…
I yelled, “Holy fuck!”
“You like that?”
“I love it!”
Mark kept pounding my ass, and his fingers were strumming my clit like a guitar. It was like a bonfire. I could feel every inch of him inside me. And his hands were making my pussy feel better than it ever had. And both sensations together were hotter than fission.
“I’m going to cum!” I yelled.
“Me too.” Mark kept his stroke steady.
Fireworks exploded inside me. His dick made my ass feel great, which in turn fed off the feel of his fingers on my throbbing clit. I began to moan louder. I wanted more. I needed more. “Yes. Yes! That’s it, that’s it! Faster. Harder. Fuck!”
He was pounding me when he yelled, “You’re sure?”
My face was still flat on leather when I cried, “Stop making love, and fuck me!”
Mark paused. For just a second. Then, he grabbed my hair, and jerked me off the couch. I was practically upright, unable to move.
And Mark began to move faster. Harder. Deeper. His back and forth motion was just what I wanted. Needed. I was in heaven. The pleasure was almost too much. Nearing unbearable. “Holy shit! Don’t stop, you fucking animal!”
“Take every hard inch,” he said. “Take it all!”
Another thrust. And he pulled out some. Then pounded into me again.
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God. Oh God. I can’t take anymore. Please, fuck, please!”
“You’ll take it all!” Then he really stepped on the gas. And unbelievably, unbearably, he found another gear. Pounding hard. And fierce. Like a lion. He ravaged me from behind. His fingers were a blur. They strummed and strummed. I spread my legs. I wanted him in my pussy, too. And his fingers brought me higher, and higher, and higher. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
The climax ran through me like wildfire. An entire symphony of pleasure, from my ass to my clit to my pulled hair, set me aflame and I practically choked. I could feel Mark in every part of my body. His cock, his hands, all of him was on me, and in me, simultaneously. It was incredible. My muscles twitched. My hips shook. And-
“Fuck!” Mark cried as he came inside my tight, tiny ass. I could feel him shoot deep, filling my body completely from the inside out. And he kept moving, though slower. His stroke was softer. He was making sure to pump every last bit of himself into me.
I wanted it all. So I rolled my hips around and around. Feeling all of him in the most delicious way.
Then Mark, pantin
g heavily from his performance, released my hair.
I fell back onto the sofa, and lay there limp.
While behind me, he slipped out, and fell to the carpet.
After a minute he said, “That was amazing. Are you ok?”
I spun around and sat on the floor, and said, “Holy shit, you’re incredible.”
He undid the belt that bound my wrists. Then he picked me up in his tattooed arms, lay me on the sofa, and spooned me. “That was the all time greatest orgasm of my life.”
I smiled. “Yeah. It was epic.”
We kissed some. And lay there for a while. For ten minutes, at least. We were regaining our energy. And composure. Finally, I said, “We should probably get dressed.”
“Good call,” Mark said. He slipped on his jeans and T-shirt, and I got into my skirt and blouse.
“You can’t spend the night,” I said.
“Oh, I know.” He stared at his feet. “But I can’t leave just yet.”
“Why not?” I said.
“There’s something I have to tell you, and I don’t know how to. I wanted to blurt it out before dinner, but it seemed a little too early. Then I wanted to tell you in here, but… well… We started flirting and I didn’t want that to stop. But it’s really important.” He looked deep into my eyes. “And really bad.”
“Ok,” I said. “Maybe you should just spit it out.”
Mark nodded. “Ok. Well, as I was leaving work to come here, I overheard Randy. He said…”
“What is it?”
Mark looked in my eyes. He was very concerned. “Somehow, he’s got a copy of our sex tape.”
And just like that, my heavenly night went straight to hell.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yelled. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Don’t worry,” Mark said. “I’m sure we can do something.”
“What? What can we do?”
Mark sat there and thought about it. Then he stood up. And pulled me in close.