by Casey Grant
The door shut and LeAnn walked back to lock it.
“I don't do this type of thing,” said Lena.
“Do what type of thing?” said LeAnn walking back slowly towards her.
“Girls.”
“You've never kissed a girl before?” said LeAnn.
“Well yes... but—” said Lena, as LeAnn leaned forward and pressed her lips against hers, stopping Lena in mid-sentence. Lena was pleasantly shocked by the sensation of softness.
“Then what's the problem?” said LeAnn, still kissing Lena, her tongue pushing forcefully into Lena's mouth. LeAnn's hands reached around and clutched Lena's ass, with one errant index finger gently caressing the cleft between Lena's butt cheeks through the hosiery. Lena was breathing hard, her pent-up desire now unwinding here in the back room with another woman. There was no point in pretending that these urges could be argued with. Lena pushed LeAnn hard against the wall, reaching around and grabbing LeAnn's pert ass, shrink-wrapped in Lycra. “We don't have much time,” said Lena.
Without answering, LeAnn reached down and tore an opening in Lena's fishnets right at the crotch.
“LeAnn!” said Lena.
LeAnn reached in and grabbed the tiny front triangle of Lena's thong and pulled back hard, tearing the panties off cleanly. Lena squealed in shock as LeAnn let the panties drop limply to the floor, her long fingers moving into Lena's folds. LeAnn's other hand peeled off both of Lena's pasties, exposing the hard, pink nipples. LeAnn applied her mouth to each one, sucking and biting down gently. “Goddddd...” yelled Lena, intense joy radiating from both areas, her brain not having the vocabulary to process such previously unknown pleasures.
LeAnn pulled her fingers out of Lena's vulva, causing Lena to give out an abrupt start. LeAnn dropped down to her knees on the carpeted floor, grabbing both of Lena's calves, calves arched by skyscraper heels, heels that forced every defining muscle to make themselves known. LeAnn ran her hands up and down Lena's mile-high legs, caressing them with her nails, gently kissing her calves and thighs. Lena had never felt such a thing; relaxing and arousing in equal measure.
“LeAnn...” she whispered reverently.
LeAnn stopped, running a single finger across Lena's trimmed mound. Leaning forward, LeAnn planted a kiss. Then another kiss, followed by her tongue sliding around Lena's Mons, probing the folds of Lena's labia and then finally across the softly-enclosed clitoris along the top.
The long fuse reached its end as Lena let out a long moan. She was charging towards climax, the insistent, inarguable-burning thing, growing louder in her body.
There.
Lena squealed. It was as if a bracket had given way and section of her had collapsed. She orgasmed repeatedly, calling LeAnn's name while holding LeAnn's head in her hands, keeping it pressed between her legs as LeAnn's tongue continued its torment.
Ten minutes had passed before Lena's climax subsided. She crouched down to the floor with LeAnn, holding her, breathing hard, muttering “Thank you, thank you...”
LeAnn fell backwards onto the floor, laughing, “My tongue is sore.”
“Did you really just pay a thousand dollars for that?” said Lena.
“I did,” said LeAnn.
“But you backed off at the Blackjack table saying you didn't have any more money,” said Lena.
“I wanted to save it for this.”
“I should be paying you,” said Lena.
“No,” I want the little kiddees in here at Plush Run to get out in the world. If sixty of them can see a different culture that isn't centered around shopping, that's a good thing.”
“You went down on me for that?”
“No. I went down on you because you are beautiful,” said LeAnn, handing Lena ten one hundred dollar bills.
“I don't know where to put these,” said Lena. “I'm kind of naked right now.”
LeAnn stood up, “Then I'll give them to Meg,” she said, taking the wad of bills back from Lena and standing up.
“I want to see you again,” said Lena.
“Okay,” smiled LeAnn as she turned the lock and walked out the door.
Lena remained on the floor, her bare ass flat against the carpet, exhausted yet satiated. To feel like this.
Lena could hear cheers from outside, cheers no doubt relating to another piece of fabric torn from Danielle. Her feet were killing her. Lena slid off one of her heels. “You're not done yet,” said Meg, standing in the doorway.
“I'm not?” said Lena.
“There's another request. This one is for fifteen hundred dollars. If you can do this I think we're close to making our goal.”
“Who? Do what?” said Lena.
Meg disappeared from the doorway, replaced by Brett. Nina gave a shudder.
“Ooo boy, look at you,” he said letting his eyes sweep over Lena's body, naked except for her heels and the remains of her fishnets. Nina's legs were curled back under her as she rubbed her foot. “It sounds like you guys are having fun without me,” Brett continued.
“What kind of fun do you think we're having?” said Lena, feeling at peace and in no hurry to stand up. She pulled off her other heel, rubbing her foot, while tearing off the remains of her nylons. Lena felt menaced, yet aroused by this feral throwback.
“Keep those heels on, honey. I am going to get those kids to Iceland,” Brett said stacking the bills on the back of the sofa. Her eyes locked onto that powerful torso lurking under that shirt, the jeans that showed legs like a Sequoya and the distinctive upwelling in the fabric right at his crotch. Brett's hair was short but there was enough of it to look unkempt. Lena was breathing hard. The allure that appealed to his smart, corporate lawyer wife had always mystified Lena. How did Gwen stoop so low as to marry this thug? Brett was the apotheosis of Lena's dear, departed, sensitive husband, Roger, whose concerns were all about locally-grown food and sustainability. But Lena had to admit, as much as it killed her, that she wanted Brett more than she had ever wanted Roger. “What do you want for your fifteen hundred?” asked Lena.
“Twenty spankings,” said Brett.
“Earlier tonight it was ten spankings,” said Lena, incredulous.
“Your perfect derriere needs an even harder paddling.”
“Does your wife let you do this to her?”
Brett smiled, “Only on my birthday.”
“Ten spankings,” said Lena. “That's it. I'll let you do ten. You have to stop whenever I say so.”
“Then I would get a refund or something?” said Brett.
“Maybe,” said Lena. “But, I get to ask something of you,” said Lena.
“Well, what would that be?” he said with a grin that was making Lena horny.
“Take off that shirt.”
Brett looked at her, his grin disappearing. He unbuttoned his shirt, the top button, the second button, down, down further, the shirt opening up in a V, revealing two bulging pecs. “Its unfair that the tradition is for girls to show lots of skin, but not the boys,” said Lena.
“Well, isn't that because of ovulation or something?” said Brett, his shirt now pulled open all the way, revealing his cut abdominals now sharing the same view as his carved chest. He pulled his shirt completely off, tossing it to the floor. His biceps and forearms were thick but ripped. The muscles were honestly won, not at the gym, but sculpted by years of manual labor— labor that had cashed-out at just at the right time and had made Brett a rich man.
“How do you want me?” asked Lena.
“Bend over that sofa,” said Brett. “Bend over until you are resting on your forearms.”
Lena stood up, her heels now back on now, teetering across the floor to the sofa. She bent her torso forward, her legs straight. Her ass was optimally on display.
“Oh man...” moaned Brett.
“Is everything okay?” said Lena.
“Oh, fuckin' yeah.”
With that, he gave her his first swing. Crack!
Again. Crack!
It wasn't until the third smack
that Lean felt the sting. It was a miraculous pain. One that was now causing her juices flow.
Again. Smack!
Again.
Oh God...
She twisted her head around to gaze at the shirtless Brett. Gone was his cocky, arrogant look. It had been replaced by the countenance of a wide-eyed maniac, a man possessed.
“You beautiful bitch...” Brett said, exhaling between breaths. “I have to have you...”
Smack!
Again and again. Three more to go.
But there was something different.
Brett's broad, mostly hairless chest now had a sheen of sweat on it. Lena could see him glistening in the fluorescent lighting. Lena reached down underneath and pushed her fingers into her wet pussy, letting out a stifled wail, coming instantly— the second time in just ten minutes.
Three more cracks later, it was over.
“There, that's ten,” said Brett, his voice choked with lust. “Your taunting little ass got what it deserved.”
Standing up straight, Lena faced Brett. “I didn't think an ass could “taunt” you. I can taunt you— but my ass?”
Lena's two large breasts hung free, her hair was a tousled mess. Brett pulled her towards him, his strength shocking her, his hot breath pushing against her mouth, his tongue pushing through her lips taking possession of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “Do what you want Brett, do what you want.” I have no more will .
“All right, lady... suck my cock.”
Lena dropped to her knees. She tugged on Brett's jeans, popping the top button open and yanking the zipper downwards. She pulled at his jeans with both hands desperately. He wasn't wearing underwear.
A mammoth erection spilled out from the denim. She held it in both her hands, long and thick. His balls hung like a steer, large and loose. She had to have it in her mouth. All of it.
She clutched his balls, pulling them towards her mouth, licking them, caressing and nibbling them. Brett was moaning, his thick pipe laying across the top of Lena's head as she continued giving his balls private time.
Feeling Brett's cock lying against her hair reminded Lena of the matter at hand. She leaned back and contemplated how she was going to fit her mouth around that behemoth. She opened her mouth wide, stretching it until it could open no more. She slid her lips over Brett's cock until it had run out of room in the back of her mouth. She slid her head back and forth now, her jaw muscles already cramping, but not caring. She had to have him.
“Oh fucking God!” he yelled out as Lena slid back and forth like a machine, her hands clutching his powerful ass. “Yes...” Brett yelled, grabbing her head, holding it stationary, bucking his hips and driving into Lena's mouth. She panicked at the loss of control; she was no longer giving head but was being fucked in the mouth. His thrusts were powerful. Lena's eyes were inches away from his hard abdominal muscles.
In and out, in and out, Brett went. She could hear his quiet moan getting slowly louder. Thrusting, thrusting. She knew what was coming and she wanted all of it, even if she drowned. Lena had never felt a man's sperm in her mouth before; she had never permitted it— but now she demanded it.
Suddenly several rapid fire spurts of cum hit against the back of her mouth, the volume of the load taking her by surprise, his bull semen was spilling out the sides of her mouth, with more being added each second. Lena swallowed. It felt like warm gravy. Her now-emptied mouth made room for more cum. It wasn't spurting as rapidly now but each discharge was larger. She felt herself choking and she swallowed again, her mouth stretched to the breaking point. Brett's moans were quieter but his semen was unrelenting. Lena gagged. She abruptly pulled her mouth from his shaft, causing a mouthful to spill out onto her breasts. She put her mouth back over his shaft but not before two ropes of jism sprayed her across her face. Lena felt like she was trying to plug a leak while trying to find a place for it to go.
More spurts came into her mouth, each one progressively smaller until Lena felt it was safe to dismount.
Brett slid down the wall onto the floor, joining Lena, exhausted. She let her head rest against his chest, both of them breathing like they just finished a marathon.
“Was that worth fifteen hundred dollars?” asked Lena.
“It was worth ten thousand dollars,” said Brett, barely able to get the words out.
There was a pounding on the door. “Shit,” said Brett struggling to his feet and pulling on his clothes. Lena struggled for hers until she realized she had none. Instead she dove for her coat in the corner.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Its Danielle! Open up!”
The door opened and Danielle ran in, her costume once again in shreds. “Oh!” said Danielle coming to a halt while seeing Brett buttoning his shirt. “I didn't mean to interrupt.”
“We're just finishing up,” said Lena.
Danielle shut the door behind her. “I'm glad you two are getting along.”
“Sure are,” said Brett as he disappeared out the door.
“Blow and go,” said Danielle.
“Yes...” smiled Lena.
“I just raised $1800.00, said Danielle, and with whatever you just got from stud-muffin here, I'm sure we made our goal.”
“He just paid me $1500.00” said Lena.
“For what?” said Danielle in awe.
“I'm sure you could have gotten at least that much from Shane Evans,” said Lena, now wrapped in a London Fog coat, her voice carrying a noticeable edge.
“No, Shane does not have to pay me to have sex with him,” Danielle shot back.
“You could have told me you were seeing him—you knew I liked him!” said Lena “I spilled my guts to you and made fool of myself.”
“What are you complaining about?” said Danielle, “In the last hour you fucked two people—both sexes! I didn't know you were so open-minded.”
“I didn't fuck anyone.”
“Then you must have done everything else but,” said Danielle. “You could have at least given me some of the credit.”
“Credit?!” said Lena.
“Credit for feeling more fantastic than you have in months.”
“I'll give you credit for stealing my guy, that's what I'll do,” said Lena.
“He's not your guy!”
“You have all your boy-toys at the college, did you have to go and grab Shane too?” Lena said, sliding off her torture heels and putting them back in the Barney's bag. She put her sneakers on and walked out the door.
The Soft Hardness
Lena walked out in the parking lot searching for her car in her trench coat and sneakers. People were leaving, talking, saying goodbye. Most were loud and boisterous.
Lena walked quickly, but apparently not quickly enough. “Hey, its the Blackjack babe!” yelled some drunk guy.
“I know who that is!” said a female companion. “Its Ryan Harris's mom!”
“Oh yeah?” said another voice.
“Her name is Lena.”
“Hey Lena!” yelled the drunk man, now bounding towards her. “What do you have under that coat?!”
Lena started running.
“You put on quite a show tonight!” said the creepy guy, almost right on top of her. “I want an encore.”
“This girl is for paying customers only,” said a voice, calling out, sitting his car.
The drunk guy stopped, and looked over at the car. Soon the voice became a large figure stepping out of the car and was now walking towards the drunk. “Hey, dude, she's mine,” said the creep.
“She is no ones,” said Shane Evans.
The drunk took a swing, Shane blocked it. But instead of hitting back, Shane just hit him on the shoulders with the flat of both his palms, knocking him back several steps. “Whoa... dickhead,” the drunk said as he staggered away back to his friends.
“Thank you,” said Lena to Shane, the two them walking to her car, Lena trying not to look too giddy.
“So, 'Ryan's Mom', answer this quest
ion,” Shane smiled, “What are you wearing under that coat?”
Lena leaned back against her car. She looked both ways and then undid the coat's waist belt. She unbuttoned three large buttons and pulled the jacket open. She was naked. Shane's smile disappeared. “Man.”
Shane slid his hands under the coat, and then around her waist, pulling him towards him. Cupping one breast, he pulled her, pressing his mouth against hers, Lena's tongue intertwined with his. Lena grabbed him between his legs, feeling his generous bulge. She roughly pulled down his zipper and slid her hand down the inside. She unfurled his shaft it to its full and impressive length. She stroked it in her hand as his mouth remained locked with hers. Her hand roamed from the base of his shaft to the top of his head, then back again. Shane pulled away from her mouth, attacking her breasts, taking in all contours.
Pushing her against her Audi, Shane bit down hard on her nipples causing Lena to give out a loud yelp. It was pain she was feeling, but why was it causing her juices to flow?
Shane yelled out and Lena's hand became awash in thick, warm spurts of semen. She continued her strokes until only a tiny remainder was dribbling down his shaft. Lena slid two fingers into Shane's thick residue, sliding his cum-covered digits into her mouth, sucking on her fingers.
“YOU are bad,” said Shane admiringly.
“But I think I finally got your attention, said Lena sliding into the drivers seat, her coat pulled up around her. She reached into the glove compartment grabbing some napkins to wipe her hands.
“Remember, Bobby's birthday is tomorrow,” said Shane. “And Ryan's invited.”
“Oh...” Lena smiled coquettishly. “Moi too?”
“Yes, parents are invited. I'll have a party wrangler to handle all the games for the kids. Plenty of time for the adults to party by the pool.”
Lena shut the car door, starting the car, but before she put it in gear she rolled down her window. “Thanks for saving me tonight.”
Shane leaned down and kissed her. “Party starts at 3:00. Dress code is bikini.”
“I'll check my schedule,” and Lena drove off.