by Thomas Briar
She smiled seductively. “I’m counting on it, lover.”
With those words, Evan stood up and stepped to her. He towered above her in reaching down to tilt her chin up with soft fingertips. Looking deeply into her eyes, he asked, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Butterflies canvassed her stomach. It was her turn to swallow hard. “I’ve never wanted anything more than you.”
“Then stand up and show me that you are deserving of me.”
As she rose on shaky knees, a primordial heat seeped into her cunt to instigate a tingling in her clit. She turned and bent over the table so the short hem of her dress slipped up to only partially reveal the G-string splitting the delectable globes of her bubble butt in perfect halves.
“I said to show me.” Evan’s voice sounded as hard as iron. “That’s only teasing me.”
She glanced nervously over her shoulder before pulling the hem up to her waist. To further obey his instructions, she grasped her ass to spread the cheeks as far apart as she could. In doing this, the thought crossed her mind that she’d never met this version of Evan before, but liked it as much as she’d instinctively known she would.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he whispered. “There it is…staring at me so provocatively from between the cheeks of your ass.”
“You can fuck it as hard as you want to,” she responded in a husky voice.
He laughed harshly. “Who said I was going to fuck it? You haven’t shown me that you deserve it yet. In fact, what happened to all that bragging about how you can properly deepthroat now?”
Kara let loose of her cheeks to slide to the floor on her knees. She shuffled around to sit back on her haunches while staring at the outline of his semi-erect cock pressing against the front of his slacks.
She reached up to unbuckle his belt. The clasp came next, and then the zipper. As she pulled the slacks and underwear down as a single entity, his hardening cock sprang free. It bobbed up and down several times before pointing directly at her mouth.
Evan quickly took a step backward to shed all of his clothing before returning to stand before her naked as the day he’d been born.
Her gaze moved up and down the length of his body, taking in all of his potent masculinity. She especially loved the lean, contoured muscles in his chest and stomach. Dropping her gaze lower, she saw his cock appeared to strain toward her with a mind of its own.
Instinctively, she knew this was her moment to shine and that she needed to glow as brightly as the sun in showing him all of the wonders that made her irresistible.
Tentatively grasping his cock in her hands, she slipped the foreskin back to expose the bulbous, pinkish-red head while marveling at how its blood-filled membranes felt exactly like straining muscle. She angled his cock upward to go straight for his shaven balls, sucking first one, and then finally the other into her mouth. Each smelled and tasted deliciously Evan-y, as if she’d discovered a more potent version of the familiar masculine fragrance she’d come to know as him.
He murmured in obvious pleasure.
She sneaked a smile as she slid her tongue up the underside of his dick to suck the head into her mouth. Again, he tasted only Evan-y and she reveled in the glory of what she was getting to do. It was debauched, very unladylike, and by far the most arousing thing she had ever done sexually. A rivulet of wetness seeped out around her G-string.
Once his cock was properly lubed with saliva, she placed her hands behind her back to push past her gag reflex in forcing him all the way down her throat. As she started sucking in earnest, the sounds of her subtle gags reminded her of her night in the house of the slaves and made her remember to twist her head to increase his pleasure.
In time, the ripped abs of his stomach began looking even more ripped to her. Lifting her gaze, she courted the passion in his eyes at her abject submission.
His face, neck, and shoulders slowly took on a reddish hue, his tortured gaze centering completely on her as he stood statue-still except for the steady clenching and unclenching of his hands.
At seeing the effect she was having on him, if her mouth hadn’t been so full, well, she would have smiled up at him. But, as it was, she couldn’t, so instead she wanted to reward him at his greatest moment of pleasure by doing something for him that wasn’t in the script.
After mere seconds stretched into a full minute, he started thrusting his hips to reveal his having passed the point of no return. Thus, she surged forward to press her nose firmly into his stomach to begin swallowing repeatedly, wanting more than anything for her throat alone to coax his orgasm out of him.
And she didn’t stop swallowing until his hot, voluminous spurts of semen erupted deep inside of her to cheat her tongue out of its bitter, acrid taste.
The next thing she knew, Evan was pulling her upright. Without hesitation, he ripped the dress from her body with his powerful hands. The shelf bra and G-string proved to be just as vulnerable to his enormous strength.
Standing there with a string of arousal dripping from her pussy and heart fluttering wildly, she waited for him to make the next move.
He promptly leaned in and kissed her deeply, his lips and tongue dominating hers. Powerless to do anything than accept his dominance as righteous and good, she reveled in how his hands and fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they tweaked her nipples, explored the softness of her breasts, slipped down her body to seek out her clitoris, delved deep into her wetness, slid into the crack of her ass—any and everything they desired. Then, grasping her one-handed by the throat while the fingers of his opposite hand diddled her clit, he forced her backward to lie down on her back atop the small table.
Breathing heavily and turned on beyond belief, she drew her bent knees up and backward along either side of her body. She then used her fingers to spread her pinkness in offering herself up to him completely.
He smiled and released his grasp on her throat. Upon pumping his cock several times, he squeezed a drop of ivory cum from the head to let it fall to the floor.
Craning her neck and peering over her breasts, she couldn’t help admiring how his cock remained rock-hard and standing out so prominently from his body. She licked her lips, impatient to feel its hardness stretching her to the limit.
“Let’s get rid of this pretty little gem before we go any further.” Evan gently removed the plug from her ass.
She knew what was coming next would humiliate her in a very good way. She trembled in jittery anticipation, instinctively knowing it would have the opposite effect on him. In fact, she was certain he would revel in doing it for her as only he could.
As if in slow motion, he brought the chrome plug up to his nose, sniffing lightly. His lips curled into a most devious smile while his eyes danced with unfettered delight. “Smells fresh and clean, just like you to me. Now how did I know that would be the case? Did you enjoy an enema earlier just for my sake?”
The heat of a blush accompanied the wave of humiliation holding Kara in its thrall. She lowered her head to the table, murmuring to the ceiling. “You know I did. Now please fuck me like only you can.”
Evan’s rich baritone laughter echoed about the room. “All good things come to those who wait.”
The next thing Kara knew, his hot breath was teasing her engorged clitoris. She melted like warm jelly under the truth of what was coming, and a wanton pant flowed from her lips.
Kneeling down, he slowly licked along the sides of her cunt, the inner lips, and then ever so teasingly worked his way up to her clit.
As she succumbed to the enormous pleasure of all that he was doing, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d deign to lick her ass as well. The script was ambiguous on this point and the titillation of his hot tongue being so close, yet still so far away, made her draw her knees back even further than they already were so as to lift her ass into optimum position.
Thankfully, he wasn’t a selfish man. He licked her tenderly, lovingly, and with such talent that she welcomed his tongue f
urther into her than any tongue had ever been before. He finally spread her cheeks wide, seemingly trying to eat his way up inside of her.
Unfortunately, this set Kara on a path of no return. No matter how she tried not to, she simply couldn’t stop from grinding on his tongue in wild abandon. And once he started rubbing her clit in conjunction with his oral ministrations, it sealed the deal for her.
She craned her neck again in an attempt to see what all he was doing as her orgasm surged up in steady increments…getting closer…and closer with every delving motion of his tongue and flicking of her clit.
Then, all of a sudden, it hit, like rocket fuel on fire. An all-consuming ecstasy took control of her body as her pussy succumbed to delightful spasms. A loud shriek quickly flowed from her trembling lips and the physical sensation of release shocked her to the core.
In the aftermath of her squirting, she saw that she’d made a direct hit. And under her drugged-like gaze, Evan, with her essence dripping from his nose and chin, rose to his feet. He casually wiped his face with his hands as if it was no big deal. In all truthfulness, she’d never squirted before, not ever. Had never even suspected that she possessed the ability, in fact.
And so, Evan, seemingly unperturbed, carried on like a trooper in putting rock-hard cock to juicy wet pussy. He entered her slowly like he had all the time in the world to enjoy her treats.
Immediately, the lingering sensitivity inside her cunt made it clench up around the head of his cock to make him work for it. However, within the space of a minute, he was all the way in and fucking her like a man possessed.
Over the next ten minutes, she became enlightened to the wonderful sensation of hot, hard cock delving madly into wet, wanton pussy. Actual M/F sex was better than she’d ever thought it would be and much better than any M/F fantasy she’d ever imagined. And, the forthcoming orgasm she strived so boldly for dominated her thoughts to the exclusion of all else.
That she could see the patrons leaning over the railing of the second story loft to catch every nuance of her performance didn’t concern her, nor did the panting groans and moans that Evan brought out of her.
Inevitably, she squealed in delight as they came together in unison under sheens of perspiration.
Then, without giving her a second to recover, he withdrew his dick to flip her over onto her stomach atop the table. Spreading her cheeks wide, he pressed the hot and slippery head of his cock against her asshole.
Unsurprisingly, at least to Kara, it opened greedily to accept him and all the pleasure he wanted to instigate upon her. As he started fucking her slowly and deeply, the tender nerve endings surrounding her rectum silently begged him never to stop. Not for a second. Not for anything under the sun.
In less than three minutes, Kara learned the wonderful truth about multiple orgasms as they were coming in quick succession now. She clutched desperately at the table’s edge, writhing, panting and moaning like a wild woman as he fucked her ass as hard as he wanted to.
Somewhere around the fiftieth orgasm, she lost the ability to count inside the ecstasy coursing through her body and mind. She babbled wildly about the wonderfulness of his cock and all that it was doing to her. In time, her babbling turned into a non-stop joyous whimper.
The moment Evan snatched her from the table, she dropped to her knees, only barely possessing enough presence of mind to open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue. A stream of hot semen quickly streaked her forehead, nose, tongue, and lips.
Underneath the exhaustion wanting to seduce her into lying down on the floor, some sort of strange empowerment flowed into her at knowing she was an object of wonder and desire. The acceptance of this as veritable fact sent her spirits soaring to the heavens.
Without an inkling of shame, she used a crooked forefinger to run the semen down her face into her mouth, even licking her finger and lips clean afterward before swallowing it all with a glowing smile.
Evan, sweating profusely and breathing raggedly, stared in unabashed admiration at her triumph. And his eyes never left her face, not even after he collapsed to his knees in front of her.
Sticking to the script, she whispered, “I love you, Evan. And I always will.”
“I’ll always love you too.” He leaned in to envelop her inside his strong and protective embrace.
Amid thunderous applause and the raining down of hundred-dollar bills from the loft, Kara clung to Evan, secretly wanting to soak up all the love from him that she could before cruel fate made them part ways forever.
Chapter Twelve
As Kara sauntered through the young people in the club toward her awaiting destiny in the back corner, déjà vu descended, letting her know that she was exactly where she was supposed to be and doing exactly what she was supposed to be doing.
Upon returning to New York City three weeks ago, she’d quickly fallen back into her normal routine. She went to acting classes, yoga, and Pilates, even a few auditions for parts that interested her on a visceral level. Everything seemed to be going fine until on the third night of her return when she’d been awakened from a sound sleep by a particularly disturbing dream. It was an exact rendition of the moment her and Evan, following their performance, had stood in the front of the coffee shop telling each other goodbye for the last time.
Of course, the dream made all the heartbreak of their poignant goodbye surge up into the forefront of her mind. Her despair only got worse when she started having the dream every night.
Over the following two weeks it wreaked havoc on her emotional equilibrium. She couldn’t focus on anything except wondering about Evan. And whenever she tried to masturbate to fool her body and mind into believing she could live without him…well, tried to masturbate best described the experiences due to the fact that she never reached orgasm no matter how hard she strove for it. For some inexplicable reason she’d lost the ability to please herself.
Three days ago it’d dawned on her that the only logical conclusion declared that Evan, through introducing her body to what all it was capable of under his dominance and then breaking her heart into irretrievable pieces, had somehow also shattered the emotional connection she’d once shared with her body. Another logical conclusion declared that she would forever be lost and bereft of love and passion without his presence in her life.
So she had returned to Atlanta and his favorite bar. She’d even dressed her part to perfection. Her hair was freshly washed and styled elegantly atop her head. She smelled of cloying jasmine and the makeup on her pretty face looked flawless. She especially liked the way the light-blue mini-dress clung to her womanly curves like a glove and the five-inch stilettos lent her extra pizzazz.
Coming out of the crowd, she saw Evan sitting alone in the back corner of the club. He nursed a shot of whiskey and looked as lost and forlorn as she. Taking a deep breath, she went straight to him.
“Hi, Evan.”
He glanced up, the shock of seeing her again canvassing his face. “Kara? What are you doing here?”
She shrugged, sitting down opposite him. “I should really be asking you why you’re not surrounding by fashion models. Lost your charm in my absence?”
He gave up a weary sigh. “No, I’m just taking a break from models at the moment.”
“Why is that, if you don’t mind my asking?”
He shrugged. “I got emotionally attached to this actress I met a few weeks ago. Just can’t get her off my mind. And that’s another first for me.”
“That sounds awful.” She smiled, her heart fluttering. “Have you tried drinking her memory away?”
“Stayed drunk for the better part of a week after she left but it didn’t work. She’s still the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and last thing before I go to sleep at night.”
“What about trying to fuck her memory away? There seems to be an overabundance of slutty girls in here tonight. I’m sure one of them would be happy to help you out in your moment of need.”
He winced. “Had a
foursome that lasted three days but I still couldn’t get her off my mind. All I could think about when I was fucking the girls was how none of them were her. I mean, the girls were certainly beautiful and desirable, but still, they weren’t her.”
“Hmmm, it sounds like she’s more than just a simple crush.”
He nodded. “Yeah, but it can’t work out between us.”
“Why not?”
“She went back to her life as a mainstream actress. We only performed together the one time. Secretly, I was hoping the whole time that we pretended to date that I could change her mind about leaving Atlanta if I ended up fucking her better than anyone ever had before. I obviously failed at that task.”
“How can you really know that? Maybe she’ll come back to you once she realizes that any kind of life—no matter how glamorous and exciting—is completely worthless without having you regularly fuck her better than anyone ever had before.”
“Well, if that were the case, reason dictates that she would have never left. But if she turns up, please let me know. I’m dying to see her again.”
Kara suppressed a smile. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m in the same dilemma as you. I met this porn performer a few weeks ago that I fell really hard for. I can’t seem to get him off my mind either. “
“Do tell.” Evan gave up a semblance of a smile.
“Ah, he was everything a man is supposed to be. He’s handsome, caring, considerate, and an all-around wonderful guy. Oh yeah, he also works out regularly and has the most amazing cock. But I fucked it up by leaving him to strive after fame and fortune. You see, he already knew that fame is worthless and one’s fortune is contingent upon who one shares their life with. I mean, you can have all the finest things money can buy and still be the most miserable person on earth.”
“It sounds like he might be onto something.”
“Well, he’s really smart.”
“Why don’t you call him and tell him everything that you’ve just told me. I bet he’ll listen to what you have to say.”