by Grace Risata
“While I have been called a witch before,” I explained in amusement, “it wasn’t usually in the context of something positive.”
She laughed and said, “I hate to have to tell you this, but we’re about to lock up in a few minutes. Are you going to be able to wake him? Because everyone else here is afraid and no one wants to do it.”
I looked around to find that most of the other people had left already and it was down to a few men packing up, Debbie, Dixon, and myself.
“Hey,” I said loudly, gently nudging Dixon’s feet while trying to get his attention. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
He slowly opened his eyes and stared at me, as though surprised to see my face.
“What time is it?” he mumbled, removing the ear buds and tucking the MP3 player into his jacket pocket.
“It’s closing time,” I explained. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
“That’s the most sleep I got in the past two days. Why did you stay?”
“Because I said I would. I’m reliable like that.”
“Well, you didn’t have to stay. I’m not your fucking problem, Alyce. Leave me the hell alone.”
He narrowed his eyes, shook his head unhappily, and walked away.
“I won’t be here tomorrow because I have an eye doctor appointment,” I called out after him, not wanting him to think I didn’t show up because I was following his orders. Did I give one rat’s ass that he never said a word about our night of passion? Not really. I knew it was so incredible that he’d eventually come after me for more. Let’s see if he missed me tomorrow or not. One of these days he’ll crack. I have all the patience in the world.
Chapter Eleven
My vision got even worse? Every damn year I had my annual eye exam in order to get more contact lenses, and every single time my vision changed in the wrong direction. I’d be blind by the time I was forty if this kept up, not that I expected to live that long anyway. In that case, I guess it didn’t matter.
DING.
As I walked to my car after the eye appointment, I pulled out my phone to see a new text from an unknown number.
“My place. Right now. Wear your new lingerie.”
Hmm.
Only two people knew that I went sexy clothes shopping, and I’m highly doubtful that Nina wants to see my panties.
“It’s not polite to make demands,” I typed. “Ask nicely.”
“I’m not begging.”
“You will be later when you’re on your knees worshipping my pussy, asshole.”
I wonder if sex could cure my poor eye-sight. Only one way to find out.
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Pretending the hallway to Dixon’s apartment was a catwalk, I strutted my stuff like a supermodel. I should probably walk a little faster since I’ve kept him waiting at least half an hour. I’m not usually high maintenance, but it took a while to get everything I needed. It’s really not very exciting to show up for a booty call in a ‘come as you are’ wardrobe.
No, that wouldn’t work at all. With a man like Dixon, you had to keep him on his toes or he’d either get bored and lose interest or walk all over you. I was no pushover. So I took it up a notch.
What did that mean exactly? It meant that I wore black stiletto heels and a dark charcoal trench coat that hid a naughty little surprise underneath. The blood red ‘divalicious’ color lipstick and smoky eye shadow added to my sex-kitten look.
I had only knocked one time before the door swung open and Dixon stood there ready to pounce.
“Why did it take you so long---” he began to complain, eventually stopping when he took in my ensemble. “Oh.”
I casually held up the brown paper bag in my hand and asked, “Is this apartment 12A and are you Mr. Wade?”
“Yes,” he replied, mouth instantly turning up into a smirk, eyes searching mine as if to figure out what game we were playing.
“Good,” I purred. “Then I’m at the right place. I assume you’re the one who called for an escort?”
“I did, indeed,” he confirmed, going along with the charade.
Shoving the bag into his hands, I pushed past him and walked right in like I owned the place.
“I have three rules, Mr. Wade. Number one, your cock doesn’t touch my cunt without wearing one of those.”
Obviously I was referring to the brand new box of condoms I’d just purchased at the pharmacy down the street. Yes, the ones we used last time were still good, but I didn’t know how many remained in the box and I had no intention of running out.
He threw the bag on the couch and began to kiss my throat, wrapping a warm hand around my neck and stroking his thumb against my cheek.
“I like it when you say, ‘cunt.’ Keep talking dirty, sweet cheeks.”
“Rule number two, our identities stay secret. I don’t need to know your first name and you don’t need to know mine.”
“What should I call you when I’m buried in your tight pussy and grunting in pleasure?” he asked while reaching under my coat and palming my ass.
“You may refer to me as ‘Sapphire.’ It’s my street name. Moving on to the third and final rule, no kissing on the lips,” I demanded, pulling away as he tried to do just that.
“Come on, Sapphire,” he coaxed. “Surely you can break the rules for me.”
“Rules are rules, Mr. Wade. If they aren’t followed, I’ll leave and never come back. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Dixon ripped off his white tank top, treating me with the delicious view of his muscular chest and arms. Forcing myself to hold back and draw out the suspense, I simply shook my head.
“Not yet, Mr. Wade. A woman needs to get acquainted with her client first. How about something to drink?”
His face fell and it became apparent that I fucked up big time.
“I don’t have any alcohol, Alyce. I dumped it all down the drain after my arrest. It’s too tempting to have here. I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” I insisted, breaking character. “This is my fault. I forgot because I’m an idiot. Don’t let me ruin this, okay? Please? I’m trying to make this exciting for you.”
He nodded his head but I could tell that my thoughtless words ruined the moment. Desperate to get it back, I did the first thing that came to mind.
“Bad boys must be punished, Mr. Wade,” I growled in a seductive lady dominatrix voice. “Go sit on the couch while I decide what to do with you.”
Dixon collapsed on the couch as though he were tired and about to fall asleep instead of a man desperate to screw his hooker. This was no good. No good at all.
I whipped off my black trench coat and revealed the new lime green lace bra and panty set that waited underneath. The top conveniently had an underwire that pushed my tits up making them appear perkier and larger than they had ever been in my entire life. The bottoms closely resembled a g-string and lodged so far up my ass that I got a wedgie with every step I took. I planned to go back and order them in every color of the rainbow. I felt hot as hell and I liked it.
Instantly the man sat up straight, eyes widening. Game on.
Not waiting for any further directions, Dixon bridged the distance between us, hauled me over his shoulder, and took off for the bedroom.
“How much trouble will it cause if I rip these off?” he asked breathlessly, sticking one finger under my panties and teasing my clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned loudly, not giving a shit about what got ripped as long they came off in a hurry. “Just get rid of them and fuck me.”
After depositing me on the bed, Dixon ordered me not to move, rushed out of the room, and came back completely naked holding the box of condoms. They found their way to his nightstand for easy access when the time came.
“Heels stay on, clothes come off,” he demanded, not bothering to waste his effort on complete sentences. Within seconds, we were both nude and his face was tongue deep in my pussy.
“So sweet, Alyce. I could suck you dry and still be
hungry for more,” he mumbled, coming up for air before diving right back in. This time there was no build-up at all…I was panting and shaking and exploded all over his mouth, flooding Dixon’s tongue with my juices.
He slowly and deliberately moved up my body, kissing my flat stomach, sucking eager nipples that begged for his attention, and eventually descended on my neck like he owned it.
Finally, his mouth crashed down upon mine and he made sure I got to share the unique flavor that he had enjoyed just moments ago.
“Taste yourself, Alyce. That’s a delicacy. Possibly the finest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to experience. Why do you think I came back for more?”
Was I supposed to answer that? Assuming the question was rhetorical, I kept kissing the skillful man and tried to enjoy the way his tongue met mine and they danced together, going from one mouth to the next and back again.
Digging my hands into his shoulders, I arched my back up to meet him and pressed my naked body against his.
“You’re so savage and irresistible,” I moaned, desperate for more. “Roll over.”
Pushing him off me and ripping open the box of rubbers like they were a bag of potato chips and I was starving, I managed to get one out and hand it over.
“Lay back and suit up, mister. I’m on top this time.”
Without any protest, the man did as he was told. I guess he was a bit unnerved that I was calling all the shots tonight. I slid off my heels, flung them to the floor, and quickly explained myself.
“I’ve fantasized about riding that thick cock all fucking day long. No part of my daydream included spearing you with high heels. Now lay back and let me take what I need.”
“Keep talking like that, Alyce, and I’m going to fuck you so raw you can’t walk tomorrow,” he threatened, eyes smoldering, as his head hit the pillow. “Show me what you’ve got, sweet cheeks.”
Boldly climbing on top of him and positioning myself over his rock hard penis, I eased it inside me and closed my eyes savoring the feel. It was exactly as glorious as I remembered from the last time, and I again had the pleasure of being completely filled.
“You feel so fucking amazing, Mr. Wade,” I grunted, sitting up straight and slowly rocking back and forth as he grabbed my hips and pumped into me.
“Slower. Please,” I begged, wanting this sensation to last as long as possible, knowing full well it could end at any moment.
The desire began to build as he rapidly sped up and thrust deeper, faster, harder, bucking underneath me while firmly holding me down with every pump of his cock. I began to tremble, clawing at his hair, desperate for something to hold on to, frantic to keep going.
“Fuck me harder,” I gasped, hoarse with a need I could no longer express in human words. Instead I urged him on with guttural moans, aching for a release.
The release never came and the feeling began to ebb, leaving me extremely embarrassed and frustrated.
“Son of a bitch,” I whispered, slowing down and slumping my shoulders in defeat. Unfortunately this was not a new issue for me.
“What’s wrong?” Dixon asked, sensing my distress. He froze in place, clearly not understanding what was happening.
I gently laid a hand on his chest, stared deeply into his eyes, and apologized.
“It’s not you, it’s me. I have difficulty coming when I’m on top. It starts to feel good for awhile, and I think I might get off, but then it goes away. I struggle to get the feeling back and end up flailing around like a defective reject before giving up and wondering what the fuck is wrong with me.”
This is so fucking awkward. Why the hell am I confessing my sex failures to the man whose cock is currently in my vagina? He’s going to shrivel up and kick me out in about five seconds.
But that never happened.
“Hey it’s not a big deal,” he murmured encouragingly. “Quit beating yourself up. You have no trouble getting off when you’re on the bottom, so we’ll just figure out what works and what doesn’t.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, unconvinced.
“I was having a rough day one time,” he confessed, still holding my hips, slowly moving his cock in and out of me, beginning a new rhythm. “Then I met this girl and she helped me out. Do you want me to try her trick on you?”
Yeah, please show me the move that some other hot chick used. I’m sure that will work wonders, asshole.
I didn’t reply and he said, “I’ll take your silence as a ‘yes.’ Now don’t argue and do exactly as I say. I’m going to need you to take several deep and cleansing breaths. Relax your fucking body and close your eyes. You’re thinking too much. You don’t want that. So take five deep breaths, close your eyes, and picture yourself in the happy place in your mind. I can actually see it right now because I’m a mind reader.”
No fucking way! Was he doing what I think he was doing?
“Ah, yes. There it is. I can see your safe place. It’s my bedroom. No surprise there. I’m getting the image of a large bed with you in it, comfortable and relaxed. What’s that? You’re riding my hard cock like you’re a Miss Universe contestant and this is the only way to win the crown. I love dirty talk, so I’ll go into filthy, graphic detail. You’re going to owe me for this…”
He continued to narrate his actions as he performed them, and I was blown away by the fact that he paid so much attention to remember my calming speech from a few days ago. My heart melted and I lost my concentration entirely.
This earned me a playful slap on the ass.
“Pay attention, Alyce. I’m not doing this for my health. Now where was I? Ah yes, getting you off.”
His hands left my hips and reached up to massage, knead, and fully stimulate my breasts. Dixon’s cock continued a torturously slow rhythm, sliding in and out, and I began to mimic his movements. Matching him thrust for thrust, I rode him, squeezing his rigid shaft tighter, taking him deeper, focusing on nothing else but how it felt to have him penetrating me in all the right places.
“This is good,” I mumbled, arching my back and grabbing his hands that held tightly to my tits, causing him to pinch my nipples ever so gently.
“Yeah, definitely good,” I added, continuing to move faster, shaking the bed with my frantic humping of its owner.
“Feel it, Alyce,” he urged, “You’re not thinking about anything but wrapping that tight pussy around my cock and erupting all over it. Come for me, sweet cheeks.”
I began to whimper and convulse, clenching my legs around him as I finally let go and found my release. It was over almost as soon as it began, and I let out a sigh of relief.
While it wasn’t anything spectacular, at least it was something.
However, that wasn’t enough for Dixon. He swiftly flipped me over and began to fuck me the way that I needed it.
“Again,” he demanded, knowing what I was capable of. Grabbing both of my tiny hands in one muscular fist, Dixon held me down and greedily plundered my mouth with his tongue.
My uncooperative vagina woke up and decided to come alive again, seduced by the exquisite feel of his solid shaft finally hitting all the right places. Slick with desire, I moaned in pleasure as he fiercely pumped in and out, unrelenting.
“Better?” he grunted, sticking his free hand under my ass and expertly working a finger in between my cheeks.
“Fuck!” I screeched in desperation as I writhed and shuddered under him. “YES! Just like that!”
Even before his finger explored any deeper than it already was, I released a high pitched cry and lost all sense of myself in a forceful orgasm that shattered every single fiber of my soul.
Dixon’s body tightened and he hoarsely shouted, “Sweet holy hell,” before blowing his load in one last monumental thrust. The force of his orgasm caused me to have a series of pulsating aftershocks, and he murmured little noises into my hair while my wetness surrounded his cock in some sort of euphoric dance.
Collapsing next to me, fully spent, the man ripped off the condom and flung it into the g
arbage can next to his bed.
“Good shot,” I complimented, admiring his aim. “Nothing but net.”
“Question, Alyce,” he asked in between breathless pants.
“Hmm?”
“If you can get off that fucking powerfully while being on the bottom, why in the hell did you even start on top if it’s not your thing?”
“Can’t we just bask in the afterglow for ten seconds before you have to go and question me? You’re such a woman. Less talking, more relaxing.”
“Did you just call me a woman?” he asked, looking over at me with a raised eyebrow, yet too wiped out to move.
“Yes, I called you a woman. The reason I wanted to start on top was to spice things up. Now you owe me two answers to any questions I want to ask you. Fair is fair.”
“Fine,” he agreed reluctantly, most likely assuming I would go for some prying, whiny question. No, Dixon. That’s not how I roll.
“First question…what was the best place you ever went on vacation?”
My goal was to choose something happy that would elicit a long answer to give me some insight into his personality.
“Hawaii.”
What the fuck? Are you kidding me? I guess that shoots my theory right in the ass.
“Why?”
“It was warm. Michigan is cold in the winter. I hope you realize you’ve wasted your two questions and you don’t get any more.”
I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed with the intent to leave before he kicked me out.
That didn’t go according to plan either.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I fumbled around looking for my wayward panties.
“I’m going home,” I explained. “That just earned me another answer from you. What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
“Peanut butter cookies. Why are you going home?”
“Last time I went home right away after we finished.” Dare I ask the million dollar question? I have nothing to lose at this point. “Don’t you want me to leave?”