by Dawn, Daphne
Pulling up to my feet, Blake yanks on my hair; keeping my head thrown back, he dives head first into my neck. Kissing my naked skin, he then starts biting softly, pulling it with his teeth as I allow short but clear moans to echo throughout the room.
As he kiss me, he lets his hands wander down to my waist and he hooks his fingers on my thong, pulling it against my thigh until I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart.
“Much better now,” he grins.
Pushing me back until my knees meet the couch, Blake yanks down on my hair again, pinning me down to the mattress with one hand.
He swallows in his desire and takes both his free hand to my breasts, feeling the soft tan mounds there straining against his hungry fingers. He lets his hands take a life of their own, their downward movement guiding him over my firm belly and down to the untanned line right where my thong used to be.
He makes a claw out of his fingers and pushes it down as I raise my hips. Not wasting time with any teasing, he takes his hand and places it on top of my pussy, the shape of its inner lips making his heart and cock pulse in unison.
He cups it, my fluids wettening his hand; he lets his fingers wander up and down and, finding my clit, he gently presses his thumb against it, tracing its outline very slowly with care.
With my whole body pulsing with desire, my hips immediately start swaying, pushing my body upwards and into his hand, my pussy tightly pressed against his long fingers.
Feeling my eagerness, he places the open palm of his hand over my stomach and, gently pressing down, pins me once more against the couch as, with his other hand, he parts my pussy lips wide and allows one inch of his finger to wander inside me. A moan tumbles out of my lips as he does it.
As his finger leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. Curling his finger upward like a hook, he runs it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against that inner spot inside of me, the one that has me moaning right now.
I throw my head back and I let the moan that’s climbing up my throat explode in the air. He takes that as a good omen and slides his finger out and then in again, fingering me until insanity takes over.
He runs his thumb in slow circles around my clit as he moves one more finger inside of my pussy. I throw my head back and start to sway my hips, moving them at a matching pace, and it doesn’t take long for him to drive me to the edge of pleasure. He doens´t stop and drives two fingers as deep as possible inside of me, pressing hard, rubing my clit with quick vicious movements.
Just like that, I come into pure ecstasy.
Looking straight into his eyes, I take both my hands to his chest. Instead of unbuttoning it, I just grab at the fabric hard and pull it from opposite sides; the buttons pop out in a fraction of a second, scattering around the floor. I just keep on yanking, untucking his shirt.
I trace the contour of his pectorals and abs with my eyes, as my brain overheats. Leaning into him, I start kissing his neck, laying my lips softly against his skin and then pulling it with my teeth. He groans as I do it, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and then he starts to thrust.
As I feel his shaft pressing hard against my pussy, I resume my coming-and-going motion from before, swaying my hips lewdly and grinding against his huge member.
He then grabs me by the hips and pushes me down, forcing me to stop moving. He’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Not that I want to… Now I just want to submit to him – nothing more, nothing less.
As he pushes me down, he thrusts with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. I grin as he runs his hands to my ass and squeezes my cheeks, thrusting me even harder than before.
He continues demolishing my insides, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly.
With his hands no longer on my hips, I resume the sway of my hips, riding him as hard as I can. Beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, but that only makes me go even harder.
“Harder…” I command him as he keeps on thrusting, while slapping my ass hard, his thickness completely demolishing my insides. I grin, rocking my hips so hard that the sweat have already started to trickle down my back. He matches the sway of my hips with a fast sequence of hard thrusts.
I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Blake’s violent thrusts numbing my mind and delivering me into the hands of ecstasy.
“OH MY GOD!” I scream out, my mind burning as the violent flames of an orgasm take over me.
I’m still coming, all of my muscles twitching, when he places one arm around my waist and pushes me to the side. I roll to the side, his cock popping out of me, but he doesn’t allow me a moment’s rest; pulling on my waist, he forces me to go on all fours and then kneels himself behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard…” he starts, slapping me so hard across my ass cheeks I can’t control myself and let out another high pitched scream. The sound of the palm of his hand hitting me square in the ass caresses my eardrums and, instinct taking the steering wheel, I thrust back at him, eager to feel his cock inside of me once more.
He presses against my drenched folds and, with one quick thrust, he slides his thickness all the way inside my pussy. I moan as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive shaft, but that doesn’t stop me from swaying my body, rocking it back and forth and thrusting against Blake’s cock.
“Harder…Harder! HARDER!” I pant, rocking my body against his.
He keeps going and going until my pussy tightens so hard around his cock it’s almost a miracle he still manages to keep on thrusting.
He savors my tightness with each stroke, burying himself deep inside me and then retreating until only his tip remains in me. One final and deep stroke and a wild scream scratches the back of my throat, rising up to my lips as a desperate cry of pleasure.
Blake tightens his grip in my hips, keeping me in place as he fucks me into obliviousness with a savage fury, my whole body spasming in a seizure of ecstasy. I twitch and spasm until all strength leaves my limbs, my body collapsing onto the bed completely spent.
Following after me, he rests his body on top of mine, his cock still firmly planted inside my pussy, his chest and stomach laying against my back. He rocks his body against mine like that, his cock moving back and forth inside me.
I can almost feel the adrenaline raging through his veins, crawling under his skin and making him feel as if he’s about to burst. His muscles tense hard and, for a moment, he even stops breathing, his mind directing all vital functions to the only thing that matters right now – pleasure.
He chokes a groan on his throat, and I feel a current going from deep inside of him to his cock. He exhales between gritted teeth as his cock spasms violently inside me, his cum darting out and filling me up.
He buries himself as deep as he can go, and he holds there, feeling the spasms of his cock spread through his whole body. Propping himself up, he summons all his strengths and manages to pull back, his cock slowing sliding out and springing free over my naked ass.
Guided by instinct, he takes his hand to the base of his member and starts stroking himself, his cum still gushing out as if it hadn't already done so.
I scream. I moan. I cry tears of utter pleasure as he comes over me, my body still burning under the fire of the last orgasm.
Someone pinch me, because to feel this much pleasure must mean that I’m dreaming.
Katherine
There are mornings when the words flow down to the fingers and make them dance over the keyboard. I’m locked in another world. Nothing is sweeter than a white page turning into a field of text. What is that noise? It does not matter, period, space and new sentence. The sentences need to be short for this part.
OK so it’s a knock at the door. Darn, just when I nailed that scene.
I ma
ke a note, sigh and pick up my coffee cup. I’ll answer the door and depending on who it is, I will be cheerful and short or grumpy and short. Either way, it’s short because once the coffee cup is refilled, I will have my fingers flying all over the keyboard again.
I open the door, look up and down, and use every muscle in my arm to throw the door back to its frame so hard it should send both the door and frame flying out into the corridor.
Of all the people on earth, the very last person I ever want to see is standing there like he owns the space and still owns me. It’s Dale. I so want the door to smash him to the opposite wall.
But the door stops dead. I look at it in disbelief for a second and then look down. The jerk has been too quick and has his foot in the door. I put my whole weight against it and shove it with all my might.
The door moves, but against me. Dale is pushing his way in.
“What part of ‘I never want to see you again’ can’t you understand?” I near yell at him.
“Hey Babe...”’ Smug smile.
Prick.
The guy just doesn’t get it. It’s over. At a pinch, he could call me Katherine in a text message maybe from the other side of the world, but I never ever want to hear another word come out of his mouth, let alone the word ‘Babe.’
“You want the good news?” he asks.
I notice he is breathing hard. He is such a slob. The little workout at the door has been enough to get him breathing harder than a steam train. Or is he expecting something that’s not there for him anymore?
“Good news?” I say in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “You joined the Peace Corps and you’re off to deepest part of Africa until further notice, or you’ve landed a job as a sea captain doing the London to Hong Kong run or, wait, you have the best news I am ever going to hear: you just drew the winning ticket for a one way mission to Mars, leaving tomorrow. Hit me with it. Now that you’re here I could do with some cheering up.”
“Oh no, way better than that. You see the good news is for me, but I’m that sort of guy who just loves to share with my very close friends.”
“Good for you,” I say, “If any of them show up I’ll give you a call. Now leave.”
“You don’t want to know about Mr. Hot Brush, you know the guy with the eeny weeny charcoal stick. Don’t want to hear about the latest?”
“Talent really gets to you doesn’t it? Rest easy Dale. You’ve got talent. You do the best lines in gossip about other people. Guess that’s because not much is happening in your part of the world. No, wait, I’m wrong. There’s lots happening in your life but no one cares.”
The truth is, the guy has got me on a string now. Away from the writing, I think of no one or nothing else other than Blake. If the company was even half decent, I could spend all morning talking about him.
“He’s got an exhibition coming up.”
“Oh, wow. Next thing you’ll be telling me he’s an artist or something.”
I hope I sound convincing and there’s not slightest hint of quiver in my voice. I have not heard of any exhibition.
“Not just any exhibit. The word is, the guy is on fire. This is going to be his best so far, and that’s not coming from me. This is coming from his very own agent who says the collection will blow your mind. And I hope that agent is right because I know what this guy does. I can’t wait to go because I know what’s going to be on show. Hey, I don’t get to see it anymore but when this comes on –I can just spend all day, runnig my eyes over all that territory I know so well.
“Man, I know what’s coming and you are going to really light up a lot of sick puppies’ best dreams. And it gets better because you won’t be there. If this guy is any good, you better get used to spending time indoors because every guy who sees you on the street will be able to undress you with his eyes.”
How could Blake do this to me? He promised. He knows how I feel about that picture. When I look at that picture I feel completely exposed, right down to my soul. And more than that Blake has captured my eyes so well. Even when I look at it I can see passion, hot desire and just a flat out yearning for him to take me. Any guy who has even one drop of testosterone in him will know what the picture is about and what was on my mind.
And now Dale, the worst guy ever is talking like he knows exactly what the painting looks like.
“Hey look at that Babe. You’re blushing. Does the blush still go all the way to, you know, that little spot…”
“Get out.”
“Sure. I’m as good as gone but I’ll be seeing ya.”
Once the door is firmly shut, I slide onto the floor and burst into tears.
Blake betrayed me.
Blake
I turn the music up to full blast and dance around the studio. Can life get better than this?
According to Mateo, some of the most important gallery owners and critiques are going to be coming to the exhibition. This is fantastic news.
I’m all too aware of some of the critiques having written me off over the last few months. Some had said ‘It appears as if the talented young Blake has peaked and is now on the down hill slide. Such a pity, but an all too common occurrence for successful artists.’
I can’t wait to show them. And of course, I can’t wait to show Katherine what she has helped me achieve.
The mere thought of the woman fills me with desire. My cock seems to instantly take on a life of its own the minute any of my thoughts stray into her direction. It will be so beautiful to see her face when I surprise her.
Occasionally I’m filled with guilt at the thought of deceiving Katherine, but since its for a good cause I push those thoughts aside.
The sudden stillness has me stop mid spin. Why had the music stopped?
I find Katherine standing in the middle of the studio.
Now my dick is practically performing acrobatics at the sight of this goddess. It takes me less than three steps to be near her.
To my surprise she reels back when I reach out to touch her. What’s going on?
“How dare you!” Her face is a scowl, like a thunderstorm has taken up residence there.
“What do you mean?” I’m completely at a loss on how to explain her behavior.
“You promised.” I notice the clenched fists by her side. “You promised,” she repeats, this time her voice is a little higher than before. She’s not quite hysterical but does not seem far from it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
It’s true, I’m not exactly sure what she’s getting at, although I’m beginning to have an idea what has happened.
I try again to pull her into my arms. If I can just kiss her, reassure her, explain to her she will understand.
Her fists pummel against my chest. I don’t try to stop her.
“You bastard. You prick. You no good, lying scoundrel. I trusted you and this is how you betray me.”
I let her take it out on me. I don’t think there’s anything I can say to make her stop.
When her fists do drop to her side again I take a step back.
“Dale came to my place and told me how you’ve been going around town bragging about putting on the biggest art show yet. How you’ve painted this amazing piece and how it will be on display for the world to see.”
I don’t interrupt her. I let her talk. She’s in such a state by now I think it’s best I keep quiet. Inwardly, I’m seething.
Who could have thought Dale would be the bearer of the news? If I had stopped and thought about it, I should have guessed. The guy owns a gallery, after all.
Mental note to Mateo, never ever invite that prick to another one of my shows, and don’t send the usual Christmas card and hamper either.
Katherine is sobbing.
Before I realize what is happening, she’s throwing something at me. It lands with a metallic clang on the floor near my feet.
“Here’s your fucking key and key ring. Give it to the next model you pick up and fuck.”
And without a
nother word, she turns on her heels and walks out.
I’m too numb to follow her. When the door slams shut, I slowly bend down to pick up the key ring.
That’s that then, I think and put the painful memory into the bottom kitchen drawer. It is the drawer with all kinds of useless things in it, the sort one finds in kitchens or laundries. It is the drawer least used in my apartment.
I don’t know how long I stand there. It could have been seconds, a few minutes or an hour.
In my mind, I replay what has just taken place. A hysterical Katherine barged in and accused me of something I’m not guilty of. The reason behind all of it: Dale. Dickhead Dale.
Eventually, I walk back into my studio. I don’t turn the music back on. My day has been ruined.
I walk over to my paintings, my babies. I stare at the one of Katherine. Then I find a cover and throw it over the artwork.
I will decide the fate of the nude tomorrow, tomorrow is another day after all.
I make myself a cup of coffee and convince myself what has just happened is for the better. Who needs an unstable emotional woman in their life? Not me, no thank you. I have been managing just fine by myself, and I will do so again. It was fun while it lasted and now it’s time to move on.
My coffee goes cold. I don’t feel like drinking it. I don’t feel like painting. I don’t feel liked doing much of anything.
I slump onto my couch and sigh. Why had she not even wanted to hear my side of the story? Surely, she of all people must understand there are two sides to every story. I never expected Katherine to be the person to jump to conclusions and act before asking some pertinent questions.
I put my head back against the couch. Such a pity, she is a real gem.
But who needs women? With sudden bout of energy I get off my butt and make my way into the studio. Time to brush into the canvass, time to show her I don’t need her in my life. I painted just fine before I met her and I will be just fine now that she has left my life so abruptly.