Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One

by White, L. E.

  “Oh yeah, take it Stacy. Take it all,” yelled Mike bucking his hips off the bed.

  Stacy sensed the arrival of a warm salty liquid on her tongue. Her efforts to extract as much as possible of Mike’s body fluid paid off as her suctioning mouth filled with warm semen. Stacy held the viscous warm liquid for a few seconds savoring the taste. She looked up at Mike locking him in a stare as she swallowed. At that instant, she would do any thing to please him.

  “My God that was fabulous,” said Mike once he recovered to the point of being able to speak. “Kiss me. I want to taste my dick on your lips.”

  “This was terrific, so much better than the others,” said Stacy nestling against Mike once they had kissed. “Can we fuck some more?”

  “Sure, let’s jerk each other off to get going again,” said Mike reaching over to open the top drawer of the nightstand and removing a tube of lubricant containing a warming gel.

  “What do we do?” asked Stacy.

  “For starters, we sit on the bed facing each other. Put your legs over the top of mine so we’re close. We apply this lube to each other’s sex. Hold out your hand,” said Mike opening the top of the plastic bottle.

  “And then we can have coitus,” asked Stacy?

  “Coitus, there’s a term I haven’t heard since last fall when I testified in the rape trial of a middle school teacher,” said Mike. “She was fucking three of her students after school.”

  “I want you inside me, Mike. I want you to fuck me,” said Stacy embracing Mike for a long kiss while his fingers coated in lubricant massaged her sex.

  “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

  “Oh God, that’s good. Finger me. Finger me,” said Stacy reacting to Mike’s expert manipulation of her opening.

  “Lube my cock up and stroke it. I want to be hard as a rock when I have coitus with you,” said Mike his hand working between Stacy’s legs.

  Using long smooth strokes, Stacy’s worked her oily hands from the base of Mike’s balls to the tip of his cock Mike fingers pulled and twisted her clitoris as his other hand probed the entrance to her vagina.

  “I’m going to come again,” said Stacy in a choking voice. Mike’s fingers were driving her over the precipice.

  “Great, do it for Mike. Show me what a cock hungry whore you are,” said Mike his fingers stimulating Stacy’s G-spot.

  A loud cry escaped from Stacy as she climaxed. Her body shuddered and twisted as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her well-lubricated hands continued to massage Mike’s cock as she experienced an intense orgasm.

  “Fuck me, Mike, please. I want you inside me,” said Stacy her eyes betraying her desperate desire for penetration.

  “Beg me. Talk dirty,” said Mike his fingers grasping and squeezing Stacy’s clit.

  “Please fuck me. I’m begging you. Put your dick in my slutty cunt,” said Stacy.

  Mike pushed Stacy on her back and slowly entered her. A deep cry of ecstasy escaped her lips as she felt his cock journey from her opening to the point his hairy mound pressed hard against her clitoris. Mike shifted his hips to intensify the contact between her sex and his. Small cries and moans escaped her lips as her body reacted to the incredible feelings of sexual pleasure she was experiencing.

  Mike began a slow even stroke. Stacy positioned her legs so her feet were flat on the bed. She pressed down forcing her pelvis to rise up to meet his downward thrusts. She felt the desire for the contact to be stronger, more brutal. Now I know what is meant by sexual ecstasy realized Stacy arching her back to contract her sex around Mike’s cock. The feeling of his manhood inside her was almost too much to bear.

  “Harder, fuck me harder,” pleaded Stacy lifting her hips off the bed to meet each downward thrust.

  Mike rose up on his knees, grabbed Stacy’s ankles, pulling her legs almost vertical as he continued to pound into her. After several punishing strokes, Mike pressed her legs back toward her head bending her double.

  Sweat from Mike’s face dripped down on her breasts as they furiously fucked one another.

  “I’m going to blow,” yelled Mike his body growing rigid for a second before it jerked several times hard against her. Stacy in the throes of her own orgasm clutched Mike to her as her abdominal muscles convulsed.

  “That was amazing,” said Mike after they had caught their breath. “Are you sure you’ve not telling a story about your number of lovers?”

  “Only twice and it was nothing like what we just did. That was fabulous,” said Stacy.

  “Whew, I need to recover,” said Mike taking Stacy in his arms resting her head on his shoulder.

  “Was I okay,” asked Stacy filling a need for reassurance?

  “You were much better than okay. You are one magnificent piece of ass, Stacy Todd,” said Mike before kissing her.

  “Thanks, the first time for me was awful and even kind of creepy. The second was so quick it was over before it started. He barely got inside me before he came. You’ve restored my faith in men,” said Stacy planting a kiss on Mike’s cheek.

  “Can we do it again,” asked Stacy after a few minutes.

  “Only if you do all the work.”

  “And that would be?”

  “Suck and play with me until I’m hard. This time, you get on top,” said Mike.

  An hour later, Stacy had ridden Mike to an incredible series of orgasms leaving her covered in sweat; her blonde hair matted to her skull.

  She had discovered the intense pleasure of being able to control the contact between Mike’s muscular groin and her clitoris. She savagely ground the sensitive flesh against his pubic hair reveling in the half painful and half pleasurable sensations it produced. Stacy had taken advantage of the position to give free reign to her lust. Cursing and moaning, she reminded Mike of one of the lionesses in the Stone Zoo. Mike congratulated himself on making a smart choice. Weeks of surveillance, background checks, and planning were paying off.

  “We need a break. I need a break. I’ll get us another glass of wine,” said an exhausted Mike swinging his legs off the bed.

  “Can I help,” asked Stacy?

  “No, you just stay here being beautiful and thinking dirty thoughts,” said Mike heading toward the kitchen.

  “I love your butt,” said Stacy watching Mike walk out of the room.

  “It’s all yours,” replied Mike slapping himself on the butt as he disappeared toward the kitchen.

  “Oh that was so fucking incredible,” purred Stacy as she stretched. “I hope we do it some more.”

  Chapter 6 Portia

  “Stacy, shit, I’m sorry. I thought you’d gone home for the weekend,” cried Portia when Stacy walked in the dorm room the two girls shared. Stacy frequently drove home to Weston Friday nights not returning until Sunday evening. In the dim light allowed by drawn shades, Stacy could see Portia had male company.

  In a residence hall where arguments between roommates were an everyday occurrence Stacy and Portia had gotten along in spite of or maybe because they had little in common. They’d remained on good terms since the semester began. In most ways, they were opposites.

  “Stacy’s a WASP princess and I’m a Goth peasant. She’s rich. I’m poor. She’s tall, gorgeous, tanned, and blonde with a big rack. I’m average height, okay looking, sickly white, and a mousy brunette with an average rack. She’s a good girl. I’m a total slut.” was how Portia summed it up.

  Their backgrounds were equally dissimilar. Portia’s parents were elementary school teachers in Trenton, New Jersey. Income from Harvard’s monumental endowment paid all her tuition. She’d scored a perfect fourteen hundred on her SATs. Her genius IQ and encyclopedic knowledge alone would not have gotten her into Harvard. However, Portia’s skill at the piano had won several competitions for young performers and the Boston Sympathy had recently played one of her compositions in their summer program.

  Portia made pocket money playing for rehearsals and occasionally sitting in on keyboard for a missing band member. The two g
irls did not hang out together. Stacy occasionally caught a glimpse of glimpse of Portia playing different instruments with her Goth friends at the Harvard Square subway entrance.

  Dorm life had evolved an unwritten rule no boys would stay overnight if the other roommate was present. Sex with the dorm mate nearby was considered rude and bad form.

  Both girls were sophomores whose rooming together was brought about by the random workings of the school’s housing computer. Stacy’s freshman roommate and best friend, Adele, a girl she had known from grade school, had dropped out after her freshman year. She currently lived in an ashram outside Mumbai where she serviced her yoga master daily when she wasn’t busy selling herself in the streets to earn money for him.

  When Stacy walked into the room, Portia was lying between the legs of one male student sucking his cock while another was energetically taking her from behind. The boy’s cock pummeling Portia’s rear reminded Stacy her own orifices were sore and raw. The sounds and smells of raw sex filled the small room.

  “Something happened, I stayed with a friend,” said Stacy unsure of what to say.

  “I’ll tell them to leave, Monk, Les, you have to go,” said Portia gasping for breath, her hand still clutching the fully erect cock that seconds ago was lodged in the entrance to her throat. Portia had a taste for being manhandled and throat fucked. If the light had been better, the hand prints on her flanks would have been visible.

  “Shit, Portia, you said we could shag all afternoon. We’re tired of fucking you behind the dumpster,” said the boy underneath Portia straining to look in Stacy’s direction. Stacy recognized him as one of Portia’s Goth musician friends, Les. They’d been briefly introduced. His head was shaved except for a narrow spiked stripe of green hair traversing the center of his scalp. He was pierced to the point of hideousness and heavily tattooed. The other student riding Port’s ass was called Monk. His bodily adornment was similar to Les’s, spiked hair, multiple piercing, and skin art it would take several minutes to properly view. Portia also had a Goth’s share of tattoos and body piercing including a dual row of rings in her labia major.

  But what really caught Stacy’s attention in spite of her mental and emotional exhaustion was the piercing of Les’s cock that at the moment was resting in Portia’s hand. A row of barbells was evenly spaced crosswise along the bottom of his scrotum piercing the ridge of skin. The effect was to both decorate and tighten his ball sack. Even more attention getting was the large curved barbell piercing his cock head from the top emerging through his piss hole.

  Ouch thought Stacy wondering what kind of anesthetic was used during the insertion of the barbell. Stacy watched as Portia tongued the metal balls on each end of the curved bar. A clicking sound emerged from her mouth, as her pair of tongue studs came in contact with the other student’s hardware.

  Her curiosity as to whether Monk was similarly pierced was answered when Monk’s cock by intent or mistake slid onto the top of Portia’s tattooed rear revealing a similar adornment. From somewhere, Stacy recalled having your cock pierced in that fashion was referred to as a Prince Albert. She had no idea why. She also wondered how it would feel to have a Prince Albert cock inside her vagina. Since Portia was neither screaming nor bleeding it was obviously doable. And from the look of extreme pleasure on Portia’s face as Monk slipped his cock back in her pussy, it must increase the sensation of intercourse.

  The two boys looked expectedly at Stacia, hoping she would decide to join them.

  “No, it’s all right. They can stay. Just keep it down. I need to sleep. I’m exhausted,” said Stacy wondering how anybody could find the courage to have their sexual organs pierced. Stacy had a strong aversion to pain of any kind. That prompted Stacy to recall Portia had several rings through her labia and a small half ring in the hood over her clitoris. Rings pierced her nipples and there was a labret in her lip in addition to the stud in her tongue. Stacy’s parents had strictly forbidden her tattoos or piercing other than her ear lobes.

  “Been fucking all night, huh, Stacy,” asked Monk holding his cock up for Stacy to see?

  “Yes, I think so,” said Stacy wearily bring a surprised look to Portia’s face. “I need to shower.”

  Stacy unconsciously set aside her normal modesty slipping out of her shirts and jeans. The fact Monk and Les were watching didn’t seem to matter. Portia was surprised Stacy wasn’t wearing underwear and hadn’t gone into the bathroom to undress.

  “Join us, Stacy. We got enough dick for the two of you,” said Monk his hands firmly gripping Portia’s hips pulling her onto his member.

  “You two leave Stacy alone or I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Portia. “My God, Stacy, what’s that written on your ass?”

  “Huh, what is it?” said Stacy twisting around to look. She could see there was writing on her behind but she could not make out the words. Stacy walked over to Portia’s bed and turned around.

  “Whore, Slut, and Anal Queen, printed in felt tip. Someone drew a bulls eye around your asshole,” read Portia. “Did you pass out at a party?”

  “Something like that,” said Stacy straining to twist around and see.

  “Too much Ecstasy,” said Monk putting his hand on Stacy’s bottom. “Whoever did it, sure printed neat. You got a nice ass, just made for fucking.”

  “I don’t remember anything about it,” said Stacy surprising herself by allowing Monk’s hand to stay. “I woke up in my car. Someone stole my underwear.”

  “Probably pulled a train, that’s what happens to a girl who does too much E at a party. Were you thirsty as hell when you woke up?” asked Les reaching out to feel Stacy’s sex. Les’s fingers gently touched her clit then moved down to her opening.

  “Ouch, my pussy’s sore. Yes, I was thirsty,” said Stacy feeling tenderness at the opening to her vagina. That was when Stacy realized someone had shaved off the small patch of hair that covered her sex.

  “They shaved my pussy,” said Stacy starting to cry as she sat down on the bed beside the three. Les and Monk took advantage of her proximity to feel Stacy’s large breasts.

  “Hands off her, assholes. Can’t you see she’s hurting,” said Portia slapping Les and Monk’s hands away.

  “I’ll be all right after a hot shower and some sleep,” said Stacy standing up then walking toward the bathroom.

  “Maybe you should go to the clinic and get checked for STDs,” said Portia as Stacy walked away.

  “I need rest first,” said Stacy disappearing into the bathroom. “I feel like a zombie.”

  “Weird, huh,” said Monk still maintaining his rhythmic pounding into Portia’s vagina after Stacy disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Beyond weird, I hope she’s all right,” said Portia. “That wasn’t the Stacy Todd I know.”

  “Surprised you care. I thought you said the two of you weren’t friends,” said Monk.

  “Yeah, you call her the rich bitch all the time. She’s a snob all right but a snob with a terrific set of tits,” said Les. “I wonder if they’re real.”

  “We don’t have anything in common. We’re not friends. We’re roommates. But we get along. She’s not a bad person. She can’t help being rich. Now are we here to fuck or discuss my roommate’s tits,” said Portia leaning down to deliver a passionate kiss to Les’s cockhead.

  “I’m here to screw your whore’s ass. Take this, slut,” said Monk taking a firmer grip on Portia’s flanks and pounding her hard for five quick deep strokes as he delivered an open palm that left a red handprint on Portia’s rear.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Slam my pussy hard, slam it,” said Portia pushing back to increase the force of the collision.

  “But it would have been nice if Stacy had been willing to make it a four way,” said Les in the more relaxed position of getting his cock sucked.

  “Honestly, I about shit when she undressed in front of you too. Miss Modesty usually undresses in the bathroom. I haven’t seen her naked but once or twice. When she walked over he
re and let you two feel her up, I almost lost it. WASPs normally only allow other WASPS to touch their pussy. The drugs must not have worn off,” said Portia before returning to sucking Les’s cock.

  “She’s lucky if all they did was screw her and write on her ass. Did you hear what happened to Marsha Hemmings?” said Monk.

  “No, who the fuck is Marsha Hemmings,” asked Portia circling Monk’s cock head with her tongue?

  “B school grad student, she passed out at a house party a week ago. Her former best friend, Chloe Milton, had a hardon for Marsha something about screwing her fiancé while Chloe was home for her father’s funeral,” said Monk.

  “Marsha had no idea Chloe had found out,’ said Les. “So it was one big fucking surprise.”

  “Chloe doped her with Ecstasy and Rohypnol. When Marsha passed out she stripped her naked for all assembled, and that was upwards of fifty, to see and touch. Talked most of the guys and several of the girls into doing her for the video camera,” said Monk.

  “Has Stacy been screwing around with anybody’s boy friend,” asked Les?

  “I don’t keep track of her but I don’t think she’s had a date since school started. I think she’s asexual. She’s real intent on her grades and going to the Olympics,” said Portia.

  “Oh yeah, the skeet thing,” said Les. “Tell Portia what else happened to Marsha.”

  “Chloe takes a barber shears, cuts all her hair off then shaves the dumb cunt’s head bald as a cue ball. Now this is where it gets totally bizarre. Chloe had this other girl friend whose boy friend owns a tattoo parlor. The boy friend brings his fellow skin artists to the party and they ink the word, Whore, around her bare scalp like a border, using large block letters so it was easy to read. Then they tat a pussy right down the center of her skull,” said Monk.

  “And it was way cool too, a big hairy nasty looking snatch. You could see the clit, the lips, and the hole was open and there was jism leaking out,” said Les. “It was fucking awesome.”