by Paul Preston
Like Cinderella, if she were a stripper, I slipped on my high heels and turned to face him, remembering too late that the opening of my vagina and both breasts were totally exposed. Jeremy walked across the floor, gazing at my body. He brushed his fingers through my hair and then wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed me tightly against his body and kissed me again, this time not caring that the full length of his erection pressed against my upper abdomen. I put my hands lightly around his waist and held them there. While kissing me with his tongue, he suddenly picked me up off the floor under my thighs and spread my legs apart. To keep from falling, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his back and linked my heels together.
He carried me out of the bathroom and laid me gently down on the bed. I didn’t resist, didn’t say a word, and couldn’t utter a sound. Kneeling on the bed directly in front of me, he kept both hands firmly on the back of my knees. He spread my thighs open and tilted my body back, while kissing down my neck. He made me moan when he took a mouthful of flesh from my throat and sucked it into his mouth. I shivered, feeling him suck the skin on my neck. It was a glorious, wonderful sensation. I felt moisture growing between my legs and a wet warm tingling sensation deep in the core of my womb. With his teeth he pulled the loose straps of my top over my shoulders and took the nipples of each my breasts in turn into his mouth and sucked passionately on them. He nibbled and sucked upon the rings of my breasts, until my tender aureoles became quite swollen and my nipples elongated and red from the attention. My breath shallow, my heart racing, and my head spinning, I felt Jeremy’s lips, tongue and teeth kiss, nip and lick their way over the mounds of my wet breasts, down my torso and below my naval. Then, Jeremy stole what breath I had left when he buried his warm wet mouth into the middle of the gap in my panties. He licked and kissed me in my most intimate spot like some kind of starving animal. He slid his hands down to my inner thighs and spread my legs apart as wide as they would go, licking on the unfurled lips of my sex. He found the most sensitive spot at the upper end of my vulva took the nub between his lips and sucked and sucked upon it. The muscles of my thighs quivered and trembled, beyond my control. As I let go, I moaned out loudly, repeating his name over and over, and experienced my first orgasm with Jeremy. I had never felt anything so exhilarating in my life.
I suppose our time was up because I heard the voice of Billingsley through the intercom asking Jeremy to meet a new guest back in the library. He ignored the summons, slipping out of his pants and placed his large erection directly over the outer lips of my sex. Without entering inside my vagina, he rapidly thrust his warm hard shaft over and over my slick outer folds, pressing his rounded tip down upon my moist clitoris. Once again I felt a release building from deep within me. It was a wonderful sensation. Every cell of my body was on fire and tingling.
With another uncontrolled tremor, I came a second time, moaning out his name several times, even louder than before. Could anyone hear me? You know what? I didn’t care. Jeremy had set me free. What an experience!
We heard the second summons. Jeremy leaned back and literally growled, pulling away from me and taking in deep breaths of air. He got up, unzipped this black bag on the vanity table and took out what looked like a diary and zipped it back up. I wondered what else was inside of it. He threw on his robe and held his hand out to me. I swung my legs off the bed, but I felt very light-headed and had to lean on Jeremy for support as we walked at a brisk pace back to the living room. When he caught his breath, he spoke.
“God, that was amazing, Eve, better than I ever imagined it could be. I told you sexual intercourse is overrated. I hope you had as good a time as I did. Are you OK?”
I nodded, biting my lower lip. More than OK, Jeremy.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go meet another guest. You’re welcome to spend the night here, in my bed or in a separate guest room, if you’d like. If you do decide to go, don’t forget to leave the address of the church on the table with the time we should meet on Sunday. I intend to keep my end of the bargain. I’m sorry if I got undressed in bed a moment ago and kissed you inappropriately, I just couldn’t help myself. I’m afraid I may have gotten a little carried away. I’m sorry, Eve, but I think I may have left a bit of a mark on your neck when I kissed you there a moment ago. Don’t worry. I’m sure it will go away in a few days. Eve, I can’t wait to see you again. You’re such a sexy woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if your lucky husband doesn’t eventually die in your arms one day. I nearly had a heart attack just now myself!”
As we entered the living room, Cynthia and another woman looked over at me with knowing smirks. I noticed them staring at my chest, and I realized in our rush to leave the bedroom, I had neglected to cover my breasts.
Embarrassed, I pulled the shoulder straps back up and lifted the gauzy material back over my swollen nipples. Jeremy seated me on a couch and handed me the diary he had taken out of the black bag and an expensive pen clipped to the cover.
“Here is a journal for you to write in and some other surprises. Bring the bag next Friday and we can try out some of the things I bought for you.”
“Can I leave the bag here, Jeremy? I live with my parents and I know my Mom will snoop around in my room and find it.”
“Certainly. I’ll leave it in your room here. By the way, if you ever need to get away from your house or and need some privacy, please feel free to crash here, if you need to Eve.”
“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
“And don’t forget to leave me the address of the church, so I can meet you on Sunday, like I promised.”
“I won’t.”
“Do you have time to meet me later in the week?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll have to check my work schedule.”
“Where do you work?”
“At TGIF, on Rockville Pike.”
“Really! I go in there all the time. Why haven’t I seen you there before?”
“I just started recently.”
Mr. Billingsley’s voice summoned Jeremy again.
“Master Jeremy, your new guest is waiting.”
“I’ve got to go, Eve.”
Jeremy kissed my cheek and I closed my eyes.
“I can’t wait to see you again…” he whispered in my ear.
When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
In conclusion, all I can think to say is this. Thank you, Jeremy. You’ve made my first sexual experience overwhelmingly beautiful. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. You’ve changed everything, like a meteorite soaring down from the Heavens, shooting through the sky in a streak of smoke and bursting my life into flames. Into brilliant, beautiful, all-consuming flames. I came to your Harem to save you, but you ended up saving me.
Jeremy.
My friend.
My lover.
My Lord and Master…
Chapter Six
Cynthia
Ok girls, I’m back and here’s the dish. I arrived at the Rockville Harem Friday night, a few minutes before 9 and rang the doorbell. This odd-looking butler guy, who introduced himself as Billingsley, ushered me through the foyer, down a paneled corridor and into a vast impressive library. I noticed all the classics of English literature that I loved, bound in expensive hardback covers. How lovely. An American man who likes to read! I thought they’d gone extinct a long time ago. There must be at least one left in the world. I love you already Jeremy, so much my heart is about to break.
I sat down on a leather sofa and the weird old servant handed me some kind of contract. I scanned it quickly, signed it and put it aside. The guy took it away and left the room briefly. Hey, Jeremy, you reeled in a live, if fat one! Billingsley came back in a minute later and handed me a copy of the contract. I left it on the side table. The butler dude left, telling me Jeremy will be with me shortly.
As I was waiting, the doorbell rang and this mousy, conservatively dressed woman entered the library with Billingsley. What in the world was she doing here? She
smiled at me, like she was the official greeter of all the new PTA members. If she’s my only competition vying for the affection of Jeremy, I’m not too worried. I may be overweight, but that slender stick of a girl looked like she’d be a cold fish in bed. Her blonde hair was all tied up in a bun on top of her head like a spinster.
The mousy girl smiled at me. I felt bad for being so catty so I smiled back at her. Oh crap. Actually she had a pretty face and a well-endowed attractive body. And she was skinny, the goddamn little bitch! She was pretty too, but with her lost look and trembling hands she looked like she just wandered out of the door of a mental asylum. Still, with this kind of competition, I better put out with Jeremy tonight. When was my last period?
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the weird mousy girl staring at her contract and reading it over and over, holding the pen, but not signing it. She seemed to be caught up in some moral dilemma, a great spiritual conflict.
Listen, sister, it all boils down to this. There are just two choices, option A or option B. Option A: I want the hunky guy to knock my lights out. Option B: I don’t want the hunky guy to knock my lights out. If you pick option A, sign on the dotted line. If you choose Option B, there’s the door, adios. At the Rockville Harem, it’s simple, yet direct, like the prose of Hemingway.
So as they say, the early bird catches the worm and Jeremy, my luscious worm, arrived in the library with a serious case of bed head, looking and smelling freshly fucked, the slut. He had slapped on some of his signature cologne to cover up the raw smell of sex, but it didn’t completely mask the odor of his last client’s cha-cha. Oh well. I suppose I’ll be getting sloppy seconds. I hope he has something left in the tank for me. Bye, mousy girl. First come, first served. I hope you figure out a way to catch your share of the cheese. Jeremy grabbed my hand and whisked me out of there. On the way to our “room”, he put his arm around the blubber on my waist.
“I’m so glad you came, Cynthia.”
My mouth always got me in trouble. Sometimes things just slip out of my pie hole, unbidden.
“You haven’t made me come yet, Jeremy.”
Jeremy gave me a deep-throated chuckle and squeezed me tighter around my spare tire. That’s right, Jeremy. I’m a sex kitten and not a chicken-shit. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushing, right? Despite my bravura, I started to get nervous. Suddenly I wanted to get the hell out of there. We kept walking.
He led me down a long corridor and into a lovely bedroom. There was a four poster bed in the center of the room with a wrapped present sitting on it and a massage table set up nearby. We sat down together in front of a vanity table mirror. Jeremy stared at me as I twisted my fingers together and pressed them into my lap.
“It’s good to see you, Cynthia. I’m so glad you showed up tonight. You’re welcome here anytime, day or night. I’d like your cell phone number so we can talk, maybe see each other privately during the week. Call me or text me your number. I slipped my personal cell number into the back pocket of those sexy jeans of yours a minute ago. Did you notice?”
“I didn’t feel it through all the layers of flab on my ass…”
I know it sounds terrible but I talk about myself like that sometimes, especially when I’m nervous. Why not just get it out in the open what everyone else is thinking? Making a joke about it defuses the tension, I figure.
Jeremy reacted in a nice way. He stood up, ignoring my self-deprecating remark, and stood behind my chair. Looking deeply into my eyes in the reflection of the mirror, he brushed strands of hair around my ears and placed his large warm hands around my throat.
“You have the prettiest eyes, Cynthia.”
“That’s kind of you to say, Jeremy. How long have you been a chubby chaser?”
Jeremy responded by unbuttoning my white shirt down to my naval. He opened the collar slightly, revealing my cleavage. With his fingertips, he stroked very lightly down my breasts and under the elastic of my bra.
“You have such nice creamy, white skin, Cynthia, and such full breasts…”
I couldn’t stop myself.
“You mean full like the teats of huge fucking cow?”
Jeremy’s hands drifted up to the back of my neck and he kneaded my tight shoulder muscles. It felt heavenly. Why couldn’t I stop my mouth? I was ruining it.
“Would you like that massage now, Cynthia?”
I quickly buttoned up my shirt and stood up to leave.
“Listen, Jeremy, you really are a very charming man and I know you’d like to find partners to play along with your sexy games and I’m very flattered you invited me here but seriously, why are you wasting your time on me? By now I’m sure you have more attractive and slender women, like Evelyn, waiting for you, with their contracts signed, all ready to go. Shall we call it a night?”
“Have I done something to make you nervous or uncomfortable, Cynthia?”
“No, not at all. You’ve been fine, Jeremy. It’s just me. I’m just a little cranky and hungry I guess. There’s a Burger King over on Shady Grove Road calling out my name.”
As I spoke, Jeremy ignored me. He dimmed the lights, lit a candle and put on some soothing music, sounds recorded in a rainforest. I heard exotic birds chirping, rainfall dropping through trees, leaves rustling. He took my hand and attempted to lead me over to the massage table. But when I want to be, I’m an immovable object, no matter how big or strong you are. I took my hand back from his grasp.
“Thank you, Jeremy. I’m not in the mood for a massage.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mean to boast, but I’m fairly good at it.”
“I have no doubt about that. But I’m… uncomfortable showing my body to another person.”
“Why?”
“It’s disgusting. To quote Flaccid Bastard, I’m a fat piece of shit…”
A fiery look came into Jeremy’s eyes. His hands closed into fists.
“I told you, fuck him. I wish I could have him alone in a room for five minutes. He’d apologize to you, Cynthia, through chipped teeth.”
“That would be very chivalrous of you, but let’s face it. He was right. I am a fat piece of—”
That was the moment he pounced, like a jaguar in the Serengeti, on his unsuspecting prey. Before I could say “shit”, his tongue was half way down my throat. He pressed his large frame against me and I was surprised to see he was already rock-hard down there. He kissed me roughly, almost violently, sucking and nibbling on my lips, neck and earlobes. He had my shirt unbuttoned and my bra falling off my shoulders before I could even react. I’ll have to say, I didn’t expect the attack at that moment. He’s good. When he brazenly grabbed the waist band of my jeans and snapped it open, I gave him a firm push away and managed to escape from his clutches briefly. I quickly kneeled down, my breasts swaying toward the floor like overripe melons, and picked up my shirt and bra, while watching my tiger out of the corner of my eye. He opened a drawer and pulled out a little black bag and zipped it open. While he was fooling with the bag, I figured I had my best chance to escape. I ran across the room, clutching my clothes to my bobbing breasts. But by the time I reached for the doorknob, I suddenly felt him grab my wrists and pull them behind my ass. My shirt and bra dropped to the floor and I heard the click of metal upon metal. While thinking to myself, “Did he just handcuff me?” he reached around in one swift motion and pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles.
“What are you doing?” I finally managed to say.
“I’m sorry, Cynthia, I want to give you a massage and you’ve given me no other choice.”
He picked me up with ease, carried me across the room and deposited me face down on the massage table. I tried to wiggle and squirm, but he instantly wrapped some kind of long silky rope tightly around my legs and under the table, immobilizing me. I felt him remove my panties, stockings and shoes. Once I realized I could not get any more naked and I could no longer move, the massage became inevitable. Though I calmed down, breathing deeply in and out, my heart was still pound
ing in my chest. Once I was breathing normally, I heard the sound of oil being squeezed out of a tube and smelled an almond scent. He started with my neck and shoulders, finding all the knots where I hold my tension, and pressed into the spots with his thumbs until the knots released. He went up and down my spine, worked on the tightness in the small of my back and massaged over the back of my arms, slowly squeezing down them until he got to my wrists. I heard the cuffs click open and he positioned my arms at my sides. He squeezed the tension completely out of the tips of each one of my fingers. I listened to the sounds of the rainforest and finally relaxed. It was magnificent.
“Feeling OK, Cynthia?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to form words.
“Tell me about yourself, Cynthia. Where do you work?”
I was so relaxed I could hardly speak.
“High school English teacher, at Richard Montgomery, reading “Old Man and the…”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“I love that book. Richard Montgomery, huh? I went to Rockville High, played linebacker, you guys always seemed to beat us every year.”
“Yeah, we have a good football…”
He moved down to my ass, sliding his slick fingers through the cleavage of my cheeks, spreading them apart and rubbing his palm over my most private spot. I breathed out and relaxed for him there. He rubbed down the tight muscles on the back of my thighs and calves, squeezing the tension out of my ankles, feet and toes. Jeremy untied the ropes binding my lower legs. I guess he no longer thought I was a flight risk. I wasn’t going anywhere now. This shrew was tamed.
“Could you roll on your back for me please, Cynthia?”
Jeremy seemed like a professional masseuse. He rubbed his fingertips in little circles on the sides of my temple and it was so relaxing. He kneaded the tight muscles on the back of my neck from behind, and then rubbed his almond oil over my breasts and down my abdomen. He massaged the tight muscles of my inner thighs and quads and back up to my inner thighs. I became aroused, as he came so close to but never quite touched my intimate spot. Suddenly, the jaguar attacked again, without warning. He spread my thighs apart and buried his lips and tongue in my sex. (Note to self. Keep yourself well-shaved for this guy.) I impulsively put my hands on the back of his head and pushed his mouth deeper in, his tongue lapping at me like a thirsty lion. He licked me along the folds of my labia, both the fleshy outer and inner folds. He licked up to the nub of my clitoris and sucked and sucked on it. My thighs trembled and I came hard, breathing deeply out and moaning in pleasure. My head was spinning.