If you like that, you’re gonna love this.
I rolled his balls around in my hand, softly pushing against his sack and massaging them, as I wrapped my fist around the base of him and pulled upward, squishing the skin at the top against his head. A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip but I swiped it away with my tongue.
The siren continued to wail as I lowered my mouth around the head of his dick and swished my tongue back and forth at the bottom of his head, teasing the tender spot below the helmet.
“Sunshine,” he said. “Fu…”
He shut the hell up when I sank down onto him, taking him all the way into my throat, forcing the tip to smack my tonsils. Never did I let up on his balls. With each down stroke of my lips, I pulled back on his cock with my fist and squeezed his balls at the same time.
With my pinky finger I reached out and touched his taint, that sweet spot between his asshole and his balls, and ran my fingernail over it. He lifted up on his toes and moaned. Then he did what every man on earth does when he can’t figure out what else to do when there are no pockets around and no TV remote to fondle, he ran his fingers through my hair and tried to guide me in sucking his cock.
I pulled my mouth off him.
“Do you want to do this or should I?” I asked sarcastically.
“That’s fucked up,” he said with a laugh.
I returned to MY blowjob, lowering my mouth around him.
The siren suddenly stopped and all was silent. Too silent. So silent that my ears rang.
“It’s time,” he said as he pulled back, forcing his cock to slip out of my mouth and bump my nose.
“Unf,” I said as I winced and pulled away.
He reached down and took me by my arms, leading me to the sliding glass door.
“I want you like this,” he said.
He took my hands and slapped them against the glass. My palms hit the transparent surface and stuck slightly. He took my hips and pulled me into the right position, bent over. At first, I wasn’t sure about facing the window like that, thinking the whole fucking world could see me if they looked outside, but it was dark and I knew the rear of the house only faced the backs of a bunch of other houses.
No one could see me in the dark even if they tried. I was contemplating this when I felt his fingers spread me open, then his head was at my lips. No lube was needed. I was fucking soaked. His cock entered my pussy and I felt like a virgin again. He was big, thick, and eager.
One hand snaked around to the front and grabbed my right tit as he pressed his cock all the way into me, burying himself completely, and found his rhythm. This is what I’ve always loved about sex. That intimate feeling of taking your man for the first time, the way your pussy devours the cock, seeming to suck it into it.
“Yes,” I said, and it wasn’t a porn star gesture.
I meant it. I meant fucking yes.
“Fuck me!” I yelled.
His grip strengthened and his fingers dug into my skin as he shoved into me so hard my head smacked the glass. Then he did it again and I couldn’t complain. I couldn’t think straight. I’d been sexually aroused since the night before and I needed to fuck.
As he drilled into me, my necklace bounced up and down and I loved it. The feel of the cool metal hanging above my tits. It felt like a part of me. The pleasure of his cock inside me was so immense I knew it wasn’t me alone. It wasn’t him alone. The necklace had something to do with it too. I’d never felt like this.
Suddenly I wished we were in the bedroom so the camera could see us, so the whole fucking neighborhood could see how I fucked my man, or how he fucked me in this case. They all thought I was some naïve new girl with no experience. No fucking way.
“I said fuck me!” I yelled.
“Damn your pussy is on fire!” he said as he pumped harder.
His hand dropped from my tit down to my clit where he tapped it rapidly and I thought I might explode.
“Oh God!” I yelled. “Ohhhh God!”
I’ve come so many times and in so many ways and in so many places but this…this was different. It was building up inside me. It was…it was…oh shit it was…
“Fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed.
“Shit,” he said with a grunt that told me he was coming too.
With that, he slammed me against the glass, smooshing my tits against the surface, and that one final thrust opened the floodgates. Heat went from my eyebrows down over my ears and down my neck into each limb before gushing out of my pussy.
His cock pumped inside me, shaking, trembling, squirting…the sensation walked me through my orgasm, like his cock and my pussy were in this together.
Lightning flashed and the world lit up, the back yard illuminated. I saw the houses across from us. Then darkness. My body was mashed up against the window and I couldn’t move, but Bastian was still giving light thrusts into me and breathing heavily into my ear.
Lightning flashed again and that’s when I saw them. Every back door across from us had the same scene. A woman was pressed up against the glass like I was with her man behind her fucking her doggy style. They looked at me the same way I looked at them. Everyone was having a great time, all at the sliding glass door.
It should have freaked me out but it only turned me on even more.
“Keep fucking me!” I said. “Don’t you stop.”
I tried to turn around so I could wrap my legs around him and force him to hold me up and fuck me but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me back around, putting his cock back in me from behind.
“No,” he said. “It’s one of the rules. The siren goes off and we have to fuck like this…until I’m done.”
“Like this?” I asked as I lifted up a little and pressed my pussy harder against him, biting my lip as I cherished the sensation of being stuffed.
“Yes, just…like…that…” and with that he was done.”
Chapter 7
Tension rubbed at his cock as I talked about Bastian claiming my pussy. You have to admit, the story is pretty hot. If the detective played his cards right, I might be riding his cock when I reached the end.
“He loved you,” Tension said.
“Yes, I believe he did.”
“You believe?”
“Well, it’s hard to explain. You’ll understand when you hear the rest of my story, but yes, I do believe Dr. Bastian was in love with me. I was clearly in love with him. Sex was being thrown at me from all directions and I hadn’t accepted any of it. Given my past, it would be easy for me to climb into bed with someone and then walk away as if nothing had happened. That had been my job. You know I once, long before meeting Bastian, had sex for five hours on set. Then I drove to a restaurant where I was meeting my boyfriend for dinner and I gave him a blowjob under the table. This guy didn’t know yet what I did for a living. When I told him, it was the end of our relationship.”
“What’s the point of that story?” Tension asked.
I loved it. He was already getting jealous. I had Tension so caught up in me that he wasn’t even enjoying my stories anymore. He’d started to consider me his in some odd way and hearing about me blowing someone under a table pissed him off.
“Detective,” I said, “Don’t worry. It was a long time ago.”
“Why…why would I be worried?”
“Hush now. Come sit next to me,” I said.
Tension leaned down to reach the bottle of whiskey, poured himself a couple of fingers worth, and then moved beside me on the couch. I put my hand on his leg.
“Is this story all that you hoped it would be?” I asked.
“It depends,” he said.
“On what?” I replied.
“On how it ends,” he said.
“Oh it’ll end with a bang, I promise you that.”
“What does that mean?”
“Keep listening and I’ll get there.”
He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. His zipper loomed before me and I considered reaching for it and
taking him out to hold in my hand as I spoke but there was still time for that. Tension had plenty of time for all that.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” I warned.
“I won’t,” he said. “I just want to get comfortable.”
I walked my fingernails along his thigh and he tensed in his seat.
“I woke in the morning to yet another alarm, this one not nearly as jostling as the tornado siren. Bastian had a bedside alarm clock that played the sound of birds chirping and pan flutes. I woke feeling wonderful and like I’d been whisked away to Japan while I slept.
We’d gone back to bed after our backdoor romp and I don’t think I’d ever slept so well in my life. My legs were limp and my energy was drained but my body seemed to rejuvenate completely as I rested. Bastian’s alarm was to make sure I arrived at class on time.
He was off work so he showered with me, allowing me to soap him up and play with him a little, but not letting it go all the way.
“Make love to me before I leave,” I said. “It doesn’t have to be rough like last night. Take me here in the shower softly.”
He held me tightly to his body and I felt his cock harden in its lifted up position where I had it pinned to his stomach.
“Mmm,” he said. “You have no idea how much I want that. But you have to get going. You can’t be late to class.”
“Sure I can,” I said. “It’ll probably be boring ice breakers at the beginning anyway.”
I grabbed his cock and ran my soapy hand up and down it a few times.
“Careful,” he said. “You have any idea how bad it stings when soap gets in the tip?”
I laughed. I had no idea but it made sense.
“Just a quickie,” I begged.
I was actually begging for sex. I touched the necklace and smiled. I was beginning to love that fucking thing. It kept me ready for love every second of the day.
“Really, you have to be there on time, and you have to be clean and ready to participate,” he said. “All that’s in the rules and regulations.”
“All that’s in the rules and regulations,” I mimicked him in a high childish voice.
“Cut it out,” he said. “I’m serious.”
“The rules suck,” I said.
“Not all of them are so bad.”
“Name one.”
“Well, for instance when that siren blows, I get to fuck my girl up against the backdoor.”
I smiled and fell back against the tiled wall, dreamily remembering the night before.
“True,” I agreed. “Name another one.”
“If you’re caught spying on someone having sex, other than on TV or during specified times, you will be invited in and you have to participate,” he said.
“Get the fuck out,” I said.
“Scout’s honor,” he said holding up some fingers in a weird way that pretty much solidified my suspicion that he’d never been a scout.
“So if I, for example, were to look in the window at those guys next door, Emery and Nancy, and they caught me, they can invite me in and I have to participate?”
“Exactly.”
“No way.”
“It makes perfect sense when you think about it,” he said. “If you’re horny enough to watch, you must kind of like seeing what’s goin’ down. So why not join in?”
“Have you?” I asked.
“Babe, I’ve done lots of things. I’ve lived here a long time.”
“Am I your first pet?” I asked.
This, of course, was a test. I already knew I wasn’t his first pet so I figured I’d find out what he was all about. I knew before he opened his mouth he was going to lie to me. All men lie. Why would he be any different? It’s that ridiculous game we women can’t resist playing. Like when a man says he’s not flirting on social media so we create a fake account to tempt him, or we have a friend do it. Then when he falls for our fake, ridiculously sexy, naked pic slinging avatar, we get all broken hearted. I’m not saying I’ve done any of that but I’ve definitely seen it done.
“No,” he said.
Well I’ll be damned. Didn’t expect truth on that one. Where have you been all my life, Dr. Bastian?
I felt like shoving the bar of soap into my mouth for doubting him. It was my cynical nature I suppose. It always seemed like everyone was out to get me. Or at least like nobody was there to protect me.
Bastian soaped up his armpits and I couldn’t think of anything to say. I’d been ready with a comeback if he lied but he told the truth.
“So, uh…how many have you had?” I asked.
“Pets?”
I nodded.
“You’re the second,” he said.
The second. Not cool, but it could be worse.
I knew he’d had at least one other pet but hearing him say it was like a punch to the gut. I felt the air let out of my balloon and then I felt my balloon shoot into the sky where it deflated and got stuck in a tree. I chewed the inside of my cheek and fought back the urge to beat the shit out of his chest with two closed fists. In hindsight, it was a stupid thing to get upset about. It’s not like I’d entered Erotic Mayberry a virgin.
I turned my back to him and rinsed myself off. With my face hidden from view, I asked him, “What happened to the other one?”
“Would you mind if we don’t talk about it?” he asked.
Of course I fucking mind!
“I’d really like to know what happened,” I said.
There was no way he was getting off that easily.
“She’s an owner now,” he said as he stepped out of the shower, leaving me alone.
Apparently I’d hit a nerve.
“How does a pet become an owner?”
“What?” he said loudly over the sound of the shower. “You wanna leave me now too and go be an owner?”
It was the first time I’d ever heard him raise his voice. He left the bathroom and shut the door behind him. It wasn’t quite a slam but it was clear I’d upset him. I felt like a total ass. Here he was, nice enough to help me sort my shit out at the hospital and then invite me to a beautiful place where I could have everything I wanted. Yet, that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to rub his face in the fact that he’d been left once before by choice. I’d highlighted his failure and the one thing I knew about men is they don’t like to relive past letdowns.
When I got out of the shower, I found Bastian sitting on the couch, watching TV, regular TV. He wouldn’t look at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
He refused to look my way.
“I said I’m sorry,” I said.
He glanced up at me and his eyes looked moist like he was close to crying.
“I never want to talk to you like that again. That’s not why you’re here. This is supposed to be nothing but a positive experience…”
“Shh,” I said as I removed my towel and let it fall to the floor. “Shh.”
I sat on his lap, facing him, and he couldn’t resist taking my tit in his mouth again. He licked it twice and backed away. He looked into my eyes.
“I love you, Sunshine,” he said. “Do you understand that?”
“I do,” I said.
He reached between my legs and put his fingers against my pussy lips. His thumb made a crescent shape over my clit.
“You need to get going,” he said.
I tried to resist but he wouldn’t hear of it. I dressed, ate a bagel, put on makeup, and was out the door in twenty minutes flat. Impossible as it seems, I’m telling you, I got it done.
I made it to class right on time. Rushing through the community center door, Vivi stood waiting with one outstretched arm pointing me toward the classroom.
“Hi!” I sang as I slid past her. “And bye.”
I expected to see a room lined with desks and filled with students like a high school classroom or something. Instead, there were only three desks positioned in a half circle. I recognized Bree right away from the TV channel I’d seen
at Emery’s house. She cleaned up nicely. Up close, she had a bit of an elven looking face, a pointy nose with ears that stuck out, and her short auburn hair, barely able to keep the ponytail she’d tied it up in, completed the costume. She was adorable in a kid sister kind of way. It was hard to imagine she was the girl I’d seen getting it on with two other people.
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