by Anthology
Immediately, he resumes his relentless pace, fucking me harder, faster, and oh God. I shift my hips, trying to get free, but he’s too huge.
“Stop, stop,” I beg and when he does, I push him away, his cock exiting me with a sucking sound.
My hand drops between my legs and I rub my clit hard and fast, my head dropping as my body tightens and warm clear liquid starts bursting out of me. It lands on his lower stomach, and he watches with lips parted as I come all over him. The scream that comes from me this time, has nothing on the last one. My throat grows raw as I continue to come, my eyes opening to watch him stroking his horse dick with one hand, the other still holding my entire body up. My hand takes over, both my hands actually, because they both fit his length with plenty of room left, however my fingers don’t even come close to touching. I stroke him like I’m trying to wrangle an anaconda, my arm muscles flexing as I jerk him off.
“You’re killing me,” he groans as a long stream of semen comes out of the head and douses my tits.
I angle his dick upward and open my mouth, the next launch of cum landing on my tongue and dripping down my chin. But he’s not done, his body contracts, hips thrusting into my hand as he continues to come and groan. I control where he shoots on me, and it’s pretty much all over the place. It shocks me when he starts kissing me again, and I gasp, then allow myself to melt with him. We kiss for long minutes, our cum becoming sticky between us. I shift, and he lets my legs down, bracing me until I find my footing. His hand cups my jaw, and he looks down at me.
“Come to my place,” he says with no question.
I give him a smile, and there’s nothing more I’d love, but I have to get back to the house. For the first time, I curse having to go back.
“I can’t,” I smile.
He gives me a look. “You just fucked my brains out…I want it again, all night.”
His voice is husky, leaning in again to kiss me. My knees weaken, his tongue charging me up for another go. A strange sensation comes over me. I can’t do this. It’s the feeling of not wanting to fuck with him, I felt something then, shit I don’t feel any other time I have sex. He only wants me for sex, it has to be. But I don’t think I can just have sex with him.
“I should go clean up.” I pull away and hurry past him, grabbing my clothes off the floor.
He tries to reach for me, but I’m too quick, I think he’s dazed by my reaction. I head to the locker room and toss my clothes on, not bothering to clean up. Then head out the back entrance and down the street to my car.
Chapter Three
Calico
It’s been two weeks since sex with Stone. The first few days I knew why he was in my head. He fucked me really, really well. But then, after five days, I knew it was more than that. The way he looked at me when I was with him, how he called me into his rooms during surgery so we could talk. The doctor had me lovesick. I couldn’t recall a time I ever felt so silly about a guy, convincing myself that it was all in my head. Maybe he looks at all the chicks he fucks like that? On day six, I was certifiable.
In between clients and webcam sessions, I was searching for him on the internet. Memorizing his whole fucking resume, his schooling, where he worked before coming to Mississippi. When the photos would come up, well thank God my vibrator was close. I swear, I was wearing out the skin of my clit, and the batteries of my toy. He had me hard-up, craving his shit, willing to do anything, even risk my little heart, for another ride on that stallion of a dick.
The morning of my return to the hospital, I tried not to primp and preen. But I woke up hours early to scrub, shave, do my hair, apply my makeup perfectly, and pick out my clothes. By the time I left, I felt like a fucking show pony. Entering the hospital, it’s calmer than last time, and I head back into the restricted area to drop off my purse. Of course as soon as I walk through the doors, who do I see? Dr. Stallion Dick.
Instantly, my heart starts pounding, my adrenaline spiking. When he looks up and sees me, he does a double take, and like a normal person I practically run to the locker room to hide from him. It’s vacant and I let out a sigh, trying to give myself a pep talk, I’m either going to have to deal with seeing him or go to another hospital. The door opens behind me and I turn to see him enter. He’s in casual clothes again, and I nearly roll my eyes, because of fucking course, with that tank top on I can see like ninety percent of his torso, automatically thinking of those muscles flexing as he fucked me.
“Calico, hey,” he says and he’s back to using my nickname.
I can tell he’s unsure, not knowing what my reaction to him will be.
“Hello Dr. Stallion,” I tease, but did not mean to say that.
He gives me an odd look, but I see his eyes soften.
“I’m sorry about a few weeks ago, when you didn’t come back…I wanted you so fucking bad, I couldn’t control my shit, and I’m sorry we didn’t use a condom but I’m clean,” he says stepping closer.
“No, no, we’re cool,” I reply, lifting a shoulder.
Hearing he thought I wasn’t coming back because he thought he crossed the line, alerted me to how he’s been thinking about me.
“Good,” he exhales, “because I’d like to take you out sometime.”
I blink, take me out?
“Take me out or fuck me again?” I volley.
“I thought you said we were cool?” he asks with wide eyes.
“We are,” I shake my head a little. “I won’t tell on you or something if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The center of his brows pulls down.
“No, I fucking dig you. Now that I got my animal instinct out, I think I can take you out a few times before I have to do it again.”
I look at him blankly, before a little giggle pops out of my mouth. He smiles, oh shit, the smile.
I stop laughing and swallow. “You wanna take me out?”
I’m really asking out of disbelief. Like a date, me on a date. With him, the man with the unicorn of dicks.
“Where do you wanna go?”
I said we’d go out, but it still took a few weeks to actually get together. I waited until my time off from the house, since Marcus doesn’t like us to be out of the house when we’re working. Stone was true to his word; he took me out. Since he couldn’t know where I lived, I met him wherever we were going, much to his chagrin. Stone would take me to dinner, then we’d go walking around the city and talk while holding hands. He didn’t try to go any further with physical contact for a while, but the heat and insane attraction we had was still there, and still unbelievable. At the end of the night, he’d take me to my car, kissing me before leaving.
When I had time off from the house, I couldn’t chance running into him. I owned an apartment only a few streets away from his house, so I’d stay at The Magnolia even though I wasn’t taking clients. We had several dates out and about, until he finally asked me to come over to his house. That night was really the beginning of us. He asked me to be his girlfriend not long after, and we’ve been together for four months now.
Stone’s a reptile lover, with a collection of snakes and a few lizards at his house. I knew the man was serious about me when he bought a female python and let me name her. We went on road trips, where I found out Dr. Stone was an exhibitionist. We found ourselves doing ungodly things anywhere we could, and for once in my life felt like I was being corrupted and not the corrupter. We both love horror films, animals, and heavy metal music…oh, and sex, we both love sex.
Stone’s like the dude version of me. Not to say we saw eye to eye on everything, we still managed to turn arguments into the best make up sex known to man. He was passionate about the things he loved and I was finding I envied that in him, and that passion he had included me. I started staying with him during my time off, and it was a new experience for me to be with someone like this. Stone would make dinner, we’d watch movies, and always end up in his bedroom...or his kitchen, or his hallway, or his bathroom. I never envisioned myself as a partner, or other
-half, but that’s exactly what I was now.
There’s something about the way the man kisses, it’s like he can’t get enough. When he kisses me, it’s like he’s connecting to some untouched place I never knew existed before. I realize that with clients I felt what they were doing to me physically, but the doctor makes me feel it everywhere. My heart, my emotions, and I can't help but fall harder for him every time he touches me in those places. Everything he does is with revelry, unrushed, like he wants to savor every moment, every whisper, every caress.
Stone makes me feel like more than a sexual object. It didn’t escape my head that I was keeping a huge part of my life from him. The lies were piling up, and it was stressing me out. I was falling in love with the man, and I think he was with me too, but not the real me. The cock guzzling whore. He thought I worked at home, online, and didn’t understand when he’d ask me to stay the night why I couldn’t just bring my laptop and work there. I knew I was going to have to tell him soon, but I felt sick to my stomach knowing that I’d lose him. I know this is a once in a lifetime kind of thing, that if he chooses to never see me again, well, I don’t know what that’ll do to me.
“You’re so fucking stunning,” he whispers against my tits, the tip of his nose nuzzling one barbell.
I hum, and stretch my arms above my head, arching my back. Even the man just breathing on me gets me on the verge of coming. I press my thighs into his sides, and he lifts me as he sits up and adjusts me onto his lap. After we have sex, he’s so cuddly and affectionate, a complete one-eighty from how I’m normally treated at The Magnolia. Since we’ve been dating, I’ve been taking less clients. When morning clients come, I’m not the first for cattle call anymore, and M has to come wake me up. I don’t run to the parlor ready for anything, and I come down looking half asleep and not enthusiastic. But I find that I don’t often get picked because of it, so that’s what I stick to.
Marcus called me into his office the other night for a conversation. I didn’t tell him that I was seeing someone, just listened to him as he gave me words of encouragement since he thinks my self-esteem is wavering from lack of clients. But I hear the underlying meaning of his words, start getting clients or I’m out of the house. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, especially in these moments with Stone. How I would love nothing more than to quit the house, be a legit person, and be with him. We haven’t talked about the future, since it’s not been long since we’ve been together, but I daydream about it.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Stone says, looking up at me.
I wrap my arms around him, and look down, running my hands through his hair.
“So, I know we haven’t been together long. But, and I’m just throwing this out there. Would you be interested in moving in here with me?”
My eyes look at him with disbelief, but he’s serious, and even a little nervous.
“Really?” I ask, a small smile on my lips, but my eyebrows raised.
“Yeah.” His eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.
Taking my hand as he intertwines our fingers and looks at them.
“I don’t know how you pay at the house with the other girls, monthly or you have a contract or something…but, yeah, I want you to move in.”
A little giggle pops out of my mouth, as I too look at our hands. I’m seriously floored, and a hell of a lot flattered.
“It doesn’t have to be right now, if that’s a problem.”
I love how bashful he’s getting and I just look at him with a smile.
“I get all bummed when I get home from work, and the place is empty, and you’re at your house, it just makes more sense for you to move in…unless you want me to come live with you-”
“No!” I blurt out. “No, I like the idea of being here with you, alone. It’s too crazy there.”
“It would make me really happy if you did.”
His eyes scan my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he cups them now.
“Well,” I sigh and look down, making my voice sound serious, “will this include you still making dinner in this agreement?”
He growls as his eyes crinkle with a grin and he begins tickling me and rolling me onto the bed. His cock is hard again, and the way he lays over me, causes it to get trapped beneath me and prods at my asshole.
“I want you there,” I moan and he stills.
“No,” he says like he doesn’t believe me.
“I do,” I nod my head.
He looks down at me, his eyes searching mine.
“I’ve never done that before,” he confesses.
“What? How come?” I ask in disbelief.
He gives me a knowing look and I take it as ‘his dick’s so big, basic bitches can’t handle it.’
I bite my lower lip. “Can we at least try?”
Stone looks at me for a long moment, I know the idea excites him, I can feel it with his throbbing dick there. With a growl he pushes up, moving down and positioning my legs back and his mouth is there. He licks my pussy and eats my ass, my body instantly grinding against his face. I’ve been done in the butt so many times, but never have I been this ready, this wanting. Like with Stone, this is my first time. Because I know this will be different with him, more, and the best. He eats me until I’m a sloppy wet fucking mess, his fingers pushing inside my back entrance and pressing down on the spot I love the most. He doesn’t know that, but is reading my cues. He doesn’t say anything or seem to notice that my ring of flesh isn’t that of a virgin’s, but I’m sure with how unapprehensive I am for him there, that he knows this isn’t my first time. If that doesn’t alert him, the fact that I bleach the skin of my asshole, just might.
Quickly changing positions, sitting on his face as my mouth gets at that unicorn dick. No matter how hard I try, I can only fit half of him into my mouth and throat, so I always need to use both hands to help me not neglect his shaft. He’s so loud when I do this, like he loves it and can’t control himself when I’m sucked to him like a fucking algae eater.
“I’m gonna come,” he says over and over, but I wait until his balls are shrunken up, his thighs hard as granite to stop.
When I’ve come at least twice, I can’t take it anymore, my clit feels electrified and my ass throbs with readiness. I roll onto my belly, looking over my shoulder at him as he holds open my cheeks, spitting there and spreading it inside me. I’ve left his cock dripping wet, since he has no lube or condoms here, and he sits on his knees, positioning himself there. I whimper and wiggle before his eyes, my fingers clawing into the sheets as he presses against me. Then his upper body curls over me, his hands planting over my hands to interlace our fingers. Slowly, so slowly, he pivots his hips and his cock head spreads my hole.
We both hold our breaths, my heart is drumming in my ears, and I can feel his beating against my back. Him entering me as my hands grip his, my forehead burying into the pillows beneath me. He pushes in and pauses after every few inches, but I want him all the way. No words can come from my lips, because my brain can’t even manage to form any. With an unintelligible sound, I push my ass back and take him, his hot balls pressing against the backs of my thighs. My eyes burn with tears, not from pain, but from sharing this with him. Slowly I can make out his words after my orgasm blasts over me and my body shakes in reaction.
“Lisa, Lisa,” he pants, “you feel so fucking good, so good, you take my cock and I love it, you’re too much, too good to me,” he whispers in my ear like a chant as his body trembles over me. “Is this good for you? It’s fucking-insane for me-I hope you like this-” he grunts with ecstasy, “because-I want to live in this ass.”
I turn my head so I can meet his lips, pushing up onto my elbows, I need him to move so I start grinding my booty back against him. He kisses me, one hand sneaking under me to grasp my tit hard. Then he really starts moving as I beg him to do so. I can tell he won’t last long, which is good, because I’m already there. This experience is like nothing previous. It’s l
ike a religious experience, never mind what I’m comparing it to. Sex is my temple, for me to go through this revelation of how I feel about this man, it is spiritual. Being with Stone, is like seeing Jesus.
Tears do fall from my eyes, cleansing tears, like I’ve been elevated to an enlightened state of mind. Goosebumps cover my skin, which is drenched in sweat. It’s like my body doesn’t know what to do with all this pleasure, it’s jerking and squirming, pushing and retreating. It’s like I’ve been taken over by insanity and I can’t rein it in or control it. Like I’ve just busted a water balloon between my thighs, I burst everywhere. Warm liquid quickly saturates the sheets, dampening my torso and tits. Stone starts almost whimpering and I wonder if he’s feeling the same as I just had, uncontrollable desire and hunger. Both hands move to my tits, palming them hard against me. His hips move quickly as he presses his cheek between my shoulder blades and fucking me down into the mattress. I’m still coming while he cries out as he comes, his teeth sinking into the back of my neck.
“I love you,” he pants.
Chapter Four
Calico
I’m off the clock from the house, but staying here for my few days off. I’ve asked Trixie and Brooke to come to the tattoo parlor with me today, which should be fun since anything involving Trixie and the general public is usually interesting.
“Trixie’s coming?” Brooke asks in disbelief.
“Yeah, why?”
“Uh, she’s fucking nuts,” she states with raised brows.
Brooke and I started working at the house about the same time a few years ago, and we’ve been friends ever since.
“Yeah, but she’s awesome nuts,” I say, lifting a shoulder.
We walk down the basement steps to her room, yes, she lives under the house. Brooke’s heels clap on the wooden steps as she walks down behind me, and I bang at the steel door with my fist. We wait a few moments, there’s some hardcore music playing on the other side of the door.