by Liz Adams
“Goldilocks thought it best to show her appreciation for letting her use their bed.” All the bear masks were gone in this next picture. Two had sandy brown hair, the third had surfer blonde hair. The men’s faces were etched with the kinds of lines that aged a man out of boyhood, into virile manhood – Chiseled chins, strong dimples, and a touch of crows feet to give those smiling eyes a Clint Eastwood look. The men still wore the bear body costumes, and two of them – the chestnut-haired men – had their hard-ons sticking out. Goldilocks had a hand gripping each cock, and smiled up at the blond. Seeing this image was enough to get Goldie’s heart beating faster and her hand roaming her body, caressing her thighs, belly, breasts, back down to her parted thighs.
“The bears, in turn, showed Goldilocks their appreciation for her company.” Goldilocks had her mouth wrapped around one cock, while giving a hand job to the other. Her dress had been pushed up by the third “bear,” the blond one, who now had his face buried between her legs. The next picture showed all the men with their bear costumes completely off. All of them were well-built. Muscles flexed, solid abs, tan skin. Goldie sighed.
The top of Goldilocks’ dress had been yanked down, baring her breasts, and while the blond had his tongue inside that lucky gal, the two others had their mouths affixed to her nipples. She had a hand on each head at her breast, pulling them closer. Goldie wet her fingers with her tongue and painted circles around each nipple, imagining she had a man servicing her breasts. A man’s tongue at each nipple. How would that feel? His hot muscle swirling around, moistening the pink buds hotter and harder. Goldie’s nipples beaded up.
“Goldilocks felt close to them. It was like she got to know these bears more than anyone else she’d ever known.” Goldilocks was on all fours, now, her dress hiked over her bare bottom, her big breasts dangling free. The blond stood in front of her face admiring her, stroking her hair as she sucked on his cock with a fervent mouth. Goldie’s heart ached. That man had to be admiring her. Had to be. The man with a chiseled chin stuffed himself inside her pussy, holding on to her waist as though he were pounding into her, scratching every itch of hers that he could reach. The image got Goldie wet enough to thrust a few fingers into herself imagining it was that powerful bear, servicing her with his cock from behind. But neither of those men got Goldie as excited as by what the third “bear” was doing. The one with dimples. The third grabbed below Goldilocks, one hand clenched around her breast, his other frisking her clit. That was the clearest portrayal of a man wanting to please this gal. His hands were there for the sake of her, caring about how she feels and her pleasure. He had to be someone who cared about her, right?
Goldie rubbed her clit, and imagined it was that third bear, the one with the dimples, doing it all for her, just to please her, honoring her, cherishing her. The fairy tale fantasy brought her to the edge of a cliff. She felt herself peek over the pinnacle whose drop threatened a free fall of hot wind against every inch of her skin.
With a few quick thrusts of her slippery fingers, she toppled over the edge.
***
Rob peered out the limousine window. The dark night was riddled with stars overhead. Rob had as good a time as could be expected at the club. Spent most of the evening bumping and grinding against a petite brunette who sported a curtain of shoulder-length hair and doey eyes. At one point, he took her by the hand and they went into the alley, his hand down her jeans and her hand pumping him inside his pants. They kissed and rubbed at a frantic clip.
Rob loved having his two fingers inside her tight pussy. Made his heart race, feeling like he was claiming her, owning her by cupping her in his fist. All the while, she serviced his cock with her hand. No one could take this away from him. This moment was his. She was his.
He wrapped his other arm around her pressing her soft body against his chest. Their kiss deepened and lingered. Her lips were delicate. They were his. Her breasts were pert. They were his. Her pussy dripped wet for him as he thrust his fingers in and twirled around inside of her. She was his. All of her. She didn’t even make a comment about the small size of his dick. Good thing, too.
Her hand pumped him faster inside his unzipped pants. She broke the kiss, cried out, and hung on to his body as she shook in her climax. He planted his lips back on hers and bit her lower lip as he came all over her hand. Streams of cum shot out his cock. His body stiffened and sizzled. He became dizzy.
Rob held her, leaned on her. She removed her hand from his pants, looked up at him with those doey eyes of hers while licking his white, stringy spunk from her fingers. Holy cum-sucker, she looked as sexy as a mermaid discovering for the first time what it’s like to have legs and everything that comes in between. He took his fingers from her throbbing pussy, sucked on her juices. Mine.
She placed her hands flat on his chest. “Do you have a pen? I’ll give you my phone number.”
Dammit. The illusion of her belonging to him was over. “Look, I could take your number and say I’ll call you, but I have to be honest with you. You won’t be hearing from me. Nothing personal, but I can’t go on second dates.”
Rob moved in to kiss her cheek, but she turned away as anger flushed her cheeks. “Can’t or won’t?”
This was always the hardest part. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “Let me walk you back inside.”
“Don’t bother.” She stormed away. Rob was pretty sure he heard her mutter “asshole” under her breath.
Thanks to Bruce and his goddamned rules, that alleyway fling had been the best experience Rob could expect to have until the next alleyway fling.
In the limousine, Rob studied Bruce sitting across from him, staring out the window. “So when is your operation scheduled?”
Bruce scowled and didn’t look at him. “What operation?”
“The reverse lobotomy to get your brain back. Clearly you lost your mind at the club when you turned down those two women who asked you to dance. What were you thinking?”
Bruce sighed. “Listen. Maybe you’re able to have one-night-stands and not get attached, but honestly, I couldn’t do it.”
The burn in Rob’s gut spawned an angry fire at his temples. “You think this is easy for me? You think I like kissing beautiful strangers just to never see them again? Fuck you, Bruce! I only do this to follow your goddamned rules.”
Bruce said nothing.
“I wish I could be like you and just turn off my desires.” Rob clenched his fists. “You know who you are? You’re a fucking Spock. But instead of no emotions, you don’t need to love a woman.”
Bruce didn’t rise to the bait. Just shook his head as if to say, not true.
Rob didn’t care if Bruce was hurt by what he said. Bruce could go to hell. “Fucking Spock,” he said under his breath.
Back at the mansion, Rob shed his coat as Bruce deactivated the laser alarms. They hadn’t spoken to each other the rest of the ride home. Rob was eager to shower and get to bed.
Rob climbed the stairs and went to his bedroom. That’s when he found a naked woman in his bed.
***
It was the first time Goldie had seen Dusty in person and up close. He wasn’t calling out for help. That was a good start.
In a flash she scanned him from head to toe.
Frye boots: $300
Blue Versace casual suit: $700
Gold cuff-links: $200
Gold tie-clip: $700
Intoxicating cologne: $100
Cute Robert Pattinson haircut: $50
Dreamy blue contact lenses: $80
The look on his boyish face when he found her naked in his bed: priceless.
The cuff links and tie clip looked new. Either he just bought them or they were well taken care of. Probably the latter. Goldie wondered whether it was Dusty or his butler that cared for the jewelry. The suit was also in great shape, and definitely new. She could tell they were new because the pants were clearly supposed to be flat-front pants but folds still showed from being folded without any ironing.
Rob wasn’t sure whether to run out and warn Bruce or to thank the heavens for bringing him this delicious dish.
“Hi there, sexy.” The woman had his Penthouse magazine spread in front of her, and by the looks of her sleepy eyes, the magazine was probably not the only thing spread open a moment ago. “I’ll be honest with you. I came here to steal from you. Find the safe, break into it, and go on my merry way.” She rolled onto her elbows and knees facing him, then lay on her belly, her head resting in her hands. Her feet kicked the air and that exposed butt of hers got Rob’s cock twitching. She continued, “I never did find that safe. But I did find this.” She held up the Penthouse. “Now I won’t leave until I have a cock satisfy my wet pussy.”
Rob swept his gaze across her skin, her bare shoulders, her arched back, her plump ass, her long legs, her cute toes. “Who are you?”
“Call me Goldilocks.”
“You expect me to trust you? You break into our mansion with high-end security and can’t find the safe, so you want to fuck me instead? You think I’d actually fall for that?”
“Oh, come on. I promise not to try anything. At least, nothing you don’t consent to.” She looked like she was evaluating his reaction. “I’ve got an idea.” She rolled over to reach for her pants that lay on the floor.
“Don’t move, or I swear I’ll let the others know you’re here!”
“Relax.” She put her hands up in the air, then when Rob didn’t make a move to leave the room, she slowly took out a pair of handcuffs from her pants pocket. “See? Just handcuffs.” She latched one cuff to her wrist, laced the cuffs through a bar on the headboard, and attached her other wrist. Now she was locked to the bed, lying face up. “There’s nothing I can do. Now quit stalling, and take off your clothes.”
***
Goldie enjoyed the vigor and speed with which Dusty took off his clothes. The whole time he kept his eyes on her. Her nipples hardened with the anticipation of what was to come. And who.
He wore white y-front underwear. She could see his hard-on straining through. When Dusty took off his underwear, she tried not to laugh. That was his cock? It was much too small.
Suddenly, Dusty seemed angry. Shit. Could he tell what she was thinking? How many women laughed at the size of his cock? Did she just get on his bad side?
He pointed at her. “You have no idea what I can do. You got that? Zero!”
“Then show me. I ain’t going anywhere.”
He jumped on the bed pushing his head between her thighs, and Goldie felt his tongue whisk across her. The sensations were yummy. She closed her eyes but his licks still made her see colors. Just sit back and relax, she told herself, and enjoy the show. He flicked across her clit and inserted a finger inside her. Mmm. That was good. She breathed deep as two fingers pushed into her, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking her folds. Then those fingers wiggled. Her breathing got heavier. This must be what he meant. This must be the thing he can do in place of his small prick. He was right. His fingers were doing some magical things to her body.
The cuffs tugged at her wrists when she shifted. She wanted more. She wanted her breasts squeezed. She wanted her nipples sucked. Just hang on and show some restraint. She smiled. Her body relaxed and she let the tingling, aching sensations across her chest run their course.
He stopped licking and raised his head to look at his handiwork. She loved the way he seemed so intent on his task, his goal to make her orgasm.
She gasped. What were his fingers doing? He was pumping her but not exactly in and out. It was more of an up and down motion, rapidly lifting and dropping. Lifting her by her pussy and dropping her again. Fingers never felt so good! She clenched her fists and wondered if she could do the same trick on herself.
He moved close to her face as his fingers pumped her. The scent of his magnificent cologne mixed with the smell of her juices made her feel dizzy.
He kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips. The kiss couldn’t last because her jaw dropped from the emerging climax he was causing. Wires of electricity weaved through her arms and legs. Her fingertips became numb. Her stomach clenched as her gaping mouth struggled to bring in air. She quickly picked open the handcuffs and wrapped her arms around his torso riding the incredible waves of clenched muscles all across her body. She felt liquid shooting from her pussy and she throbbed around his fingers. What the hell is happening to me? He kept his fingers inside her as she jerked and shuddered down from the climax. It was over and still her body twitched and shivered uncontrollably. Dusty held her in his arms and she felt his solid body against hers.
Seconds went by. Twitch.
Minutes went by. Shudder.
A quarter of an hour passed. Shiver. Twitch.
Control over her body returned. She looked into his beautiful eyes, took in his musky scent.
“What did you do to me?” she asked.
“That was a squirting orgasm. How did you get out of the cuffs?”
She smirked. “There’s a trick to it. Here. I’ll show you.” She got the handcuffs. “Put your hands here.”
He brought his hands to the headboard. She latched his wrists to it. Grabbing her duffle bag from the underneath the bed, she pulled out a black bandana and gagged the poor boy with it. Panic set in his eyes and he made vain, muffled cries for help.
Whoa! Somehow he managed to flip his legs up and lock them around her neck. She felt him choking her. Not exactly the same as an arm triangle choke hold, but the way to escape it should be similar. She grabbed one of his legs and twisted her body out of the hold long enough to stand away from the bed.
She rubbed away the choking sensation at her neck, “You’re one…” she said through her gasps, “…acrobatic fella.”
Time to see which question will make him avert his eyes.
“Where’s the safe? In the living room?”
His eyes glared angry at her.
“In the kitchen?”
His eyes didn’t move.
“In the library?”
They didn’t move.
“In your bedroom?”
They didn’t move.
“In your friend’s bedroom?”
They didn’t move, but he smiled under the gag. What was that about? She was looking for a change in his response, a “tell.” Clearly that was the tell she was looking for, she just didn’t expect it to be a smile. The smile was unsettling. She should be worried. She should be afraid. But not knowing what could happen to her didn’t frighten her, it just got her adrenaline pumping and more excited about the job.
She went to Dusty’s bathroom and found a robe she could put on. After stuffing her clothes in the duffle bag, she picked up her bag of tools and left the room.
Leaving Dusty’s room and on her way to Ace’s bedroom, she stopped in the middle of the hallway.
***
Rob couldn’t believe it. Once again, a woman had dropped him. Cared nothing for him. That bitch! That damned bitch!
The pain of past laughter at his sexual inability returned. When was he going to learn? When was he going to listen to Bruce and stop trusting women?
But it wasn’t so much a matter of trust. It was a matter of never being loved. This damned curse of his small size would leave him lonely to his dying day.
Bruce would say it was all for the best. Doing what they did couldn’t allow room for a girlfriend or wife. That’s what Bruce would say.
Bruce can go to hell.
Rob tried the cuffs. Solid. No way he was going to escape them.
Then he saw the bitch peer inside his room from the hallway.
“Hiya, Cutie.” She came in carrying her black duffle bag. “Now what kind of girl would I be if I didn’t show you my gratitude for the way you made me feel?” She dropped the bag on the floor, pulled out some nylon rope from it. “I just gotta be sure you don’t do that leg trick of yours again.”
Rob kicked as she slipped a loop in the rope around his ankle and pulled.
/> “Don’t fight it. I’m here to make you come.”
Rob wasn’t sure whether she was telling the truth or not. Decided it best not to trust her and continued kicking. Didn’t matter. She was strong enough to get both his legs tied to the bed. Now that was something. Not many women could do that. As much as he wanted to ignore it, respect for her welled in his chest.
“There we go. Now just lie back and relax.”
Rob’s eyes popped when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and swirled her tongue around it. He dropped his head back into the pillow and took it in. There was a multiple heat sensation, the cool cavern of her mouth and breaths along with the heat of her tongue. But that sensation between hot and cold was just a partial contributor to the incredible feelings she created. His cock had more sensitivity to the touch than to the temperature. Just the touch of her lips and tongue sent him tingling and twitching and clenching and twisting and writhing. He felt trapped in an elevator taking him to the highest floor.
But the real thing that made his cock hard? The real master stroke of this woman? That she cared about him at all. She came back to return the favor.
What was that riddle? What’s the lightest thing in the world? A cock, because you can lift it with your mind.
The fact that she cared enough to want him to climax was what got him so damned excited. Wasn’t that just his luck? Finally meets the woman of his dreams and she’s a criminal.
She was sexy, she cared about him. Hopefully, everything else about her was repulsive. Anything to give him good reason not to go looking for her the next day. The last thing Bruce would allow was a criminal in his life.
She licked the tip, then held his length as she licked from base to tip. This woman wanted to please him. She brought him higher.