Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One

by White, L. E.

  “You don’t like Italians. They’re beneath you. No way a beautiful, wealthy WASP, is going to soil her hands with a Wop from Revere,”

  “No, of course not. I’m not prejudiced against anyone. It’s not that. I’m not very experienced when it comes to sex. But I’m not a virgin,” said Stacy.

  “Look, here’s the deal. Take it or leave it. I have a place we can go. It’s nothing fancy but it’s nice and clean. We’ll have a drink, relax, get comfortable and lets things develop. You might even enjoy it. If doing thirty to ninety days at Bridgewater is preferable to a single evening with me, it’s your choice. So what’s it going to be? But decide quickly. I need to make a call to have the department store lose your arrest records.”

  “Just this once?” asked Stacy?

  “Think about it. I can’t take you to the station tomorrow and say I had a flat tire. It’s tonight only then we go our separate ways.”

  “All right, but you’ll have to show me what to do,” said Stacy.

  “Don’t worry. You are in the good hands of Mike Cabreeze,” said the Lieutenant taking his cell phone out.

  Stacy had to fight to contain her relief as she listened to the Lieutenant cajole the department store security guard into deleting her arrest record from the computer. Thank God I’m not going to jail thought Stacy. My life would be ruined. Everything I worked for would disappear. Now I need to do my best to live up to my side of our bargain. That shouldn’t be a problem. He’s very good looking and he seems like a nice guy.

  “All done, I’m trusting you to do keep our agreement,” said Mike reaching his hand out to unlock her cuffs.

  “Thank you so much, I’ll do my best to please you. Just don’t expect too much of me,” said Stacy rubbing her wrists.

  Chapter 4 Seduction

  “I want this to be pleasant for both of us. Shower. Fix your face and hair. There’s lingerie in the top drawer. Pick out something sexy. I’ll open a bottle of wine and catch the last innings of the Sox and Anaheim,” said Mike before leaving Stacy alone in the large bedroom.

  “Thank you, Lieutenant Cabreeze,” said Stacy looking around at the furnishings. She was in an apartment complex near campus. It was clean and well furnished. Stacy noticed it didn’t look lived in.

  “Mike, let’s drop the Lieutenant. We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Come here,” said Mike gesturing for Stacy to step closer.

  I can do this said Stacy stepping into the Lieutenant’s embrace. He’s actually damn good looking. I’ve always had a thing for Italian men. They’re so masculine and handsome. And for that matter I have no choice. I owe him and I’ll do everything I can to please him. Tomorrow I can go on my way free as a bird. I’ll never shop in a department store as lone as I live.

  Stacy wrapped her arms around Mike’s broad shoulders and they embraced for a long lingering kiss.

  “That was a very good kiss,” said Mike when it ended. “Now, make yourself beautiful for me. But don’t take too long. I’m a little anxious. Can’t you tell?”

  “Yes,” said Stacy conscious of the hard object pressing against her belly

  ***

  “Wow, molta bella,” said Mike appreciatively as Stacy entered the room. She was wearing a white nightgown and peignoir.

  “It’s beautiful,’ said Stacy referring to the gown. Stacy had noted it was an upscale designer brand. It had never been worn. She’d had to remove the tags. She was slightly embarrassed the top was sheer and her breasts were on display. A matching panty barely covered her sex. There was even a pair of white scuffs. Stacy was glad she’d treated herself to a manicure and pedicure while visiting the mall.

  “It’s beautiful on you. The wine’s Australian but they make an awesome chardonnay,” said Mike pouring Stacy a glass.

  “Thank you, it’s good,” said Stacy taking a sip. “Is this your place?”

  “Not hardly, it belongs to a fellow officer who’s between wives,” said Mike. “He’s in Vegas for a week, lucky guy. His girl friend models lingerie. You’re wearing one of her samples. But you look better in it than her.”

  “Thank you,” said Stacy.

  Stacy had noticed Mike was wearing a wedding band. He had removed his jacket and tie while she was changing. Stacy chased out of her mind she would be having sex with a married man. Something she had sworn she would never do.

  “Sit here by me. It’s almost over. The Angels are winning. You a Sox fan?” said Mike putting his arm around Stacy’s shoulder and drawing her closer.

  “From birth, my grandfather had season tickets. Now daddy has them. They’ll be mine next,” said Stacy leaning against Mike hoping the wine would help her relax.

  “Where are they?”

  “Third row, behind and to the right of the batter,” said Stacy nuzzling into Mike.

  “Season tickets to the Sox, I should divorce my wife and marry you,” said Mike.

  “Have you been married long,” asked Stacy curious about Mike’s family? Being with a married man or any man for that matter was a new experience for her.

  “Twelve years, month after next, two kids, Mike Junior is almost twelve. Condom broke one night in the back of my patrol car and next thing I knew, Connie and I were engaged. Callie, Calistra, is ten. Want to see?” asked Mike reaching for his wallet.

  “Handsome boy, he looks like you,” said Stacy admiring the photo. A smiling Mike Junior was dressed in a soccer uniform.

  “And here’s daddy’s girl. She’s got me wrapped around her little finger,” said Mike flipping over the wallet photos. It was a picture of a very serious looking girl dressed for her first Holy Communion.

  “Beautiful child, gorgeous hair,” said Stacy. Opposite Callie’s photo there was a picture of Mike and a blonde woman Stacy assumed was Connie. They looked like they were on a cruise.

  “You have a beautiful family,” said Stacy as Mike put his wallet away.

  “Thanks, family is very important to me. Every day in my line of work, I see what happens when family members don’t take care of one another. Sometimes it can get to you.”

  “Thank for helping me, Mike,” said Stacy raising her lips to his.

  They progressed slowly from kisses to caresses. Stacy put her hand on the back of Mike’s head when he attacked her breasts through the sheer fabric. His wet warm mouth teased her nipples while his hand strayed down between her legs. She relaxed and spread her thighs when his hand reached her sex.

  Stacy had thought it would be difficult if not impossible to make love to a man she barely knew. As a young girl, she’d romanticized that only when she really cared about someone would she be able to put her whole being into making love. But real life was not working out like she had imagined.

  When Mike had made his proposition, Stacy had pictured a few minutes of mechanical sex in the back of the car. He’ll come in me and it will be over. He’d blackmailed her into having sex? Cops did that sort of thing. Stacy vaguely recalled a recent story in the Boston Globe about a state policeman who pulled girls over driving home after an evening of clubbing in Boston. He gave them a choice, DUI arrest or oral sex. Hundreds had come forth after his arrest to admit they’d performed orally with the officer.

  This should be much tougher than it is thought Stacy as she opened her legs to allow Mike’s hand to travel up her leg to press against her sex. His fingers pressed gently between her labia, causing her breath to quicken and a feeling of warmth to fill her groin. Involuntarily, she pressed her sex against his fingers signaling her eagerness for his touch.

  “You are so beautiful,” said Mike raising his head and looking into her eyes. He slipped the strap of the gown off her shoulder pushing it down to uncover her breast.

  “Thank you,” said Stacy.

  “And these are very special,” said Mike gently licking Stacy’s nipple with the tip of his tongue.

  Stacy relaxed back into the couch as Mike’s mouth sucked her nipple and his hand stroked her panty-covered sex. Stacy slipped the other strap off her sh
oulder to expose her other breast.

  “Close your eyes. Take long slow breaths. Let me get you off, gorgeous,” whispered Mike his passion building as he knelt between her legs and reached for the waistband of her panty.

  “Oh yes,” moaned Stacy raising her hips to help Mike slipped her panty down her legs.

  “Scoot down, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come,” said Mike pushing Stacy’s legs further apart as she willingly complied with his request. Her sex was positioned on the edge of the couch. Mike was between her legs.

  “Oh that’s wonderful,” gasped Stacy as Mike’s tongue passed over her clitoris.

  “You are an exceptionally beautiful girl with a killer body. I want you to relax and let me do all the work,” said Mike pressing his fingers into her vaginal opening.

  Stacy sensed how wet her sex had become by the ease Mike’s finger slipped inside her opening. Mike’s tongue was tracing circles around her clitoris as his fingers slowly moved in and out her vaginal opening. Instinctively, Stacy captured her nipples in her fingers and pulled them out as she pressed them flat. The slight pain heightened her sensitivity to Mike’s efforts.

  “I’m going to climax. I can’t stop myself,” said Stacy her breath coming quicker as she felt the muscles in her vagina begin a series of involuntary contractions.

  “Just let it happen,” said Mike as he pressed the pad of his saliva covered finger against her anus and pressed inward.

  The anal stimulation overwhelmed Stacy’s efforts to delay her orgasm. She sounded a sharp cry as Mike’s finger slipped past her sphincter. Her abdominal muscles contracted as she placed her hand on the back of Mike’s head pushing it hard against her vagina. He sucked hard on her clitoris as his fingers probed inside her convulsing vagina. Stacy’s legs came together squeezing Mike’s head as she lost control turning and twisting her body in response to the waves of pleasure sweeping over her.

  It was several seconds before Stacy was able to speak. “That was awesome. Thank you, Mike. I never knew sex could be that incredible.” She leaned down and kissed his lips tasting her own sex.

  “You are one very sensual and exciting woman,” said Mike. “Let’s go in the bedroom. This time you get to do all the work.”

  Chapter 5 Great Sex

  “Undress me,” said Mike standing by the bed. “Slowly, don’t rush, let’s make it last.”

  In spite of Mike’s admonition Stacy’s nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. This is not turning out at all like I expected realized Stacy as she removed Mike’s dress shirt and pulled his under shirt over his head. She didn’t want “slow”. She wanted Mike on top of her, feeding his cock into the hungry mouth between her legs.

  Without prompting, Stacy buried her face in Mike’s hairy chest and kissed his nipples. She pressed the side of her face against the fury surface, her tongue playing across the firm nodules of flesh.

  “Sweet, very sweet,” whispered Mike before lifting Stacy’s head for several kisses leaving her even more eager for what she assumed came next.

  “Unite my shoes,” said Mike sensing and heightening Stacy’s anticipation as he sat down on the edge of the king size bed. Mike was experienced enough at love making to know making Stacy wait would only whet her appetite. Stacy knelt down on the carpet placing Mike’s feet between her knees. She quickly removed his shoes and socks. Mike stretched one leg forward to make contact with Stacy’s wet sex. His toes stimulated her vagina. The top of his foot glided between the folds of her labia. Stacy gasped with the pleasure of his touch, closed her eyes and instinctively rose up rubbing her sex against his foot.

  “Oh yes,” breathed Stacy as she moved her sex back and forth.

  Stacy leaned forward ridding the foot. She grasped his calve in both hands pulling his foot hard against her sex. Vaginal fluids covered the top of his ankle as she pleasured herself against the hard bones. Crouching, eyes tightly shut; she rocked back and forth gliding her sex down to his toes then up to his ankle. A low deep moan sounded from the back of her throat each time she brought her clitoris in contact with his ankle.

  “You like that,” asked Mike surprised by Stacy’s reaction? He’d expected more reluctance on her part.

  “Yes,” breathed Stacy unused to the cravings she was experiencing. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “That’s the idea. Lose control. Throw away your inhibitions. Now take my cock out,” said Mike standing back up.

  Stacy moved quickly to unfasten Mike’s trousers and help him step out of them.

  “Put them over the chair,” said Mike. “Mind the crease.”

  Stacy carefully folded the trousers along the crease and placed them neatly over the back of the chair. She was fighting a loosing battle, resisting her urge to loose control and beg Mike to fuck her.

  “Kneel down, cock worship time,” said Mike standing by the bed clothed only in a pair of boxer shorts.

  “It’s beautiful,” said Stacy on her knees pulling the boxers down to free the large cock. It sprung upward when it passed the elastic band.

  “And it’s all yours. Lick the head with the tip of your tongue. See the little drop on the tip.”

  “Yes,” said Stacy mesmerized by the glistening clear drop appearing at the small hole in the center of Mike’s cockhead.

  “Precum, go ahead, take it,” said Mike. “Like a bee sucking nectar.”

  Stacy held the rigid shaft in one hand as she carefully lifted the solitary drop of clear fluid off using the very tip of her tongue. Her nostrils breathed in an aroma she could only identify as the essence of male sex. The strong odor of a fully aroused male sex organ filled her nostrils

  “It smells so masculine. Every time I inhale, it’s like my brain is on fire. I want to please you. Tell me what to do,” said Stacy feeling an urgent desire to respond as a woman.

  “To begin with you’re going to suck my off. I want you to have my semen inside your belly when we fuck. Let’s get on the bed where we’ll be more comfortable.”

  Moments later, Stacy was on her knees between his outstretched legs of Mike. A pillow under his buttocks elevated his rear and two pillows against the headboard propped him up.

  “You’re so beautiful and sexy I have to watch you,” said Mike placing the pillows against the headboard.

  “Your smell, it’s driving me insane,” said Stacy her nose pressed against the underside of Mike’s balls.

  “They say women who are susceptible to male pheromones are the best in bed,” said Mike raising his legs. “Some women are turned off by the smell of a man.”

  “They’re stupid fools. I love it. And I love the taste,” said Stacy swiping her tongue down the ridge of skin on the underside of Mike’s cock bisecting his scrotum and only ending at his anus. Stacy surprised herself when she flicked the tip of her tongue against the wrinkled brown skin surrounding Mike’s sphincter.

  “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock,” said Mike.

  “I really truly want to suck your cock. I need it more than anything. Please let me put it in my mouth,” said Stacy. The surprising thing to Stacy was how much she meant it. In spite of her arrest and blackmail, there was nothing Stacy Todd wanted more at the moment than to feel Mike’s penis in her mouth.

  “Start by licking my balls.”

  Stacy did not hesitate to lean over and pass her tongue over the hairy sack containing Mike’s swollen testicles.

  “Ever watched a cat lick a pat of butter,” asked Mike?

  “Yes,” said Stacy taking short licks recalling and imitating Peaches, her Persian feline who was particularly fond of climbing up on the kitchen counters to sample the butter.

  “Take one of my balls in your mouth and suck it gently.”

  Stacy applied suction to the scrotum’s loose skin. She felt the soft oval ganglia of nerves slip past her lips. Once inside her mouth, she applied her tongue to pleasuring Mike.

  “Good, you’re doing great. Now do the other one.”

>   My senses are in overdrive, smell, taste, feel, and even listening to him breathe are all working at once and toward a single goal realized Stacy as she held Mike’s testicle in her mouth.

  “Now, work on the head. Show me what a great cocksucker you are.”

  Stacy followed Mike’s instructions for the next several minutes. As his breath became quicker, his cock got both warmer and harder.

  “I’m going to ejaculate in a minute. I want you to swallow it. Are you okay with that?” said Mike.

  “Yes, oh yes, I want you to come in my mouth,” said Stacy surprising herself by the intensity of her response.

  “Wet your finger and gently stick it up my ass,” said Mike.

  Stacy didn’t hesitate to coat her index finger with saliva. She felt along Mike’s crease until she sensed she was dead center in the wrinkled tissue of his anus. Feeling exhilarated by the experience, she forced the opening. Later, when she recalled that moment, she was surprised by her action. I always told myself I didn’t want anything to do with anal sex but when he asked me I didn’t hesitate a second acknowledged Stacy. What happened to my thinking anal sex was nasty and disgusting?

  “Good girl, you’re a natural lover, a real courtesan,” breathed Mike responding to the welcome pressure on his anus. “Now, finger fuck my ass while you suck me off.”

  Stacy’s lips passed back and forth the length of Mike’s shaft. Her hand cupped his testicles. Her knuckles pressed against the ridge of skin under his scrotum. The index finger of her other hand was inside his rectum alongside his prostate.

  Mike’s gasping rapid breath signaled Stacy ejaculation was imminent. She decided to concentrate on the pee hole teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Her stroking hand became a blur on the saliva-coated shaft. A slight taste of salt encouraged her to redouble her efforts.