The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  Laura turned around on the bed and sat up to face Stephen, placing both her hands around his shaft and looking up into his eyes.

  “You’ve been so attentive to me, My Lord. Isn’t it time for me to repay you for the kindness you’ve shown me?”

  “I have a confession to make to you, Laura, but I’m ashamed to admit it.”

  “You can tell me anything, Stephen. Don’t be ashamed.”

  Stephen took a deep breath and looked down before he spoke.

  “Ever since the first moment I saw you in church… I wanted… I wanted you. Even though you were married to the minister of the church I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  Laura took Stephen’s hands.

  “I felt the same way about you, Stephen. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

  “But, its worse… I wanted…”

  “Tell me…”

  “I wanted… I can’t say it…”

  “Tell me. I won’t judge you this time. I promise.”

  Stephen shut his eyes and told her.

  “I wanted to make you my whore…”

  Laura lifted Stephen’s chin.

  “Stephen, don’t you know?”

  She took his face in his hands and kissed him tenderly.

  “I already am your whore.”

  Stephen opened his eyes and smiled.

  “Laura, would you do something for me, as my sub?”

  “Anything.”

  “Would you dress up in your sexy lingerie and go down to the bar and order a drink? I’ll follow close behind you to make sure no harm comes to you. I’ve always wanted to meet a sexy woman like you at a bar and take her up to my room. I’ve thought about it all my life, but I’ve never done it… Would you do that for me, Laura?”

  Laura smiled, gave him another kiss on the lips and walked over to a mirror. Stephen watched as Laura reapplied her lipstick. She licked her full red lips while staring at Stephen in the reflection. She touched up her eye shadow and brushed out her long hair. Stephen handed her the G-string and Laura slipped it on, pulling it up into the exposed open lips of her sex. Stephen took out a short white silk robe from his bag, placed it over her shoulders and loosely tied the sash around her waist. Stephen embraced her from behind so Laura could feel how aroused she had made him, then quickly put his clothes and shoes back on. When he was dressed, Laura walked out of their hotel room and down the corridor to the elevator. Stephen followed several paces behind. A man stopped and stared at her with an open mouth, nearly dropping his bucket of ice, as she passed by. Laura went into the elevator and held the door open for Stephen. He went in and she pressed the lobby button. As they rode down in silence, Laura turned to Stephen and gave him a seductive wink. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and licked her lips. Stephen noticed the sash around her waist had loosened as she walked. The robe was now just barely covering her nipples. Laura smiled as Stephen looked at her with lust.

  The doors opened and Laura sauntered across the lobby toward the restaurant, attracting the looks of several men. Laura was surprised how comfortable she felt, walking through the lobby, unashamed of exposing her body in public. She passed the front desk clerk who fixated on her breasts and hips, barely covered by her loose robe.

  Let them look…

  Laura sat down and ordered a gin and tonic from the attentive bartender. She remembered trying one and liking the tart taste, when a few of the cast members of “The Crucible” had taken her out after the final dress rehearsal.

  That was the last moment I felt free. Until now…

  After squeezing the lime in her drink and taking a sip, suddenly Laura craved a cigarette, a Benson and Hedges. The only time she smoked was during an acting class in college, when the scene required her character to light a cigarette. She had never thought about it again, until this moment. Then Laura realized the character she was playing for Stephen was a smoker. She looked across the bar and saw Stephen standing at the other end, staring down at his drink and casting shy looks in her direction. Laura shed her own skin and slipped into the skin of her character. She gave Stephen a coquettish sideways glance, picked up her drink and stood up from her stool. Laura walked over to him, sliding a fingertip along the edge of the bar. She stopped a few feet away, bent over to pull up her stockings and give Stephen and the bartender a full view of her exposed cheeks. After straightening her back, Laura faced Stephen, with both of her breasts having fallen out of her robe. When she noticed the two men staring at her, she tucked herself back into the robe and loosely tied the sash. She held up two fingers to her lips.

  “Excuse me, sir, do you happen to have a cigarette? A Benson and Hedges if you have one? A lighter too. I left mine at school.”

  After asking the bartender, Stephen ran out to purchase the cigarettes and lighter at a liquor store a block away from the hotel. When he returned, a large man had taken his place at the bar and was sitting very close to her, touching her shoulder and hair. Stephen handed Laura the cigarettes and lighter.

  “Ah, thank you, baby. You’re my Savior now.”

  Stephen continued to stand next to Laura, but didn’t sit down. The man turned aggressively to him.

  “Hey! What are you doing still standing there? Can’t you see the lady and I are having a conversation? Back off.”

  “Well, pardon me, sir, but this gentleman has every right to stand here. He’s already paid me $1000 for my services for the next two hours. If you’re still here and the bar is still open and you have the cash, I’ll be happy to meet you later…”

  “I didn’t know you were a… One thousand?” the man said.

  “Or $500 for an hour, if you’re on a budget. Please slide down the bar so my friend with the money here can sit down. Would you, sweetie?”

  The man got up, grabbed his drink and stumbled away. Stephen sat back down in his seat. He took a sip of his drink, looked at Laura once and stared at the bar.

  “You’re very cute.”

  Stephen smiled.

  “What’s your name?” Laura asked, brushing her fingers through her hair and biting her lower lip.

  “Stephen,” he said, barely above a whisper.

  “Why are you being so shy with me, Stephen? You don’t have to be shy with me.”

  Laura took her lipstick out of her purse and reapplied it, slowly, as Stephen watched.

  “Don’t you want to know my name, Stephen? Or are you too shy to ask?”

  Stephen nodded yes.

  “Well, I can’t tell you my real name, but my clients call me Bambi. Would you like to be one of my clients, Stephen?”

  As Stephen watched her, Laura took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it, inhaling and blowing it out.

  “God, that tastes good…”

  As soon as she put the cigarette to her lips the second time, the bartender told her she had to put it out.

  “They won’t let you smoke anywhere anymore…”

  Stephen seemed entranced by her, never taking his eyes from her. Laura put out the cigarette, leaned closely into him and whispered into his ear.

  “Do you know where a girl can make $20 at this time of night, Stephen?”

  Stephen continued to stare at her, without speaking.

  “Would you like to take me up to your room, Stephen?”

  Stephen nodded yes and blinked.

  “Can you tell me you want to? I want to hear the sound of your voice. Don’t be shy, Stephen.”

  Stephen leaned forward and whispered into Laura’s ear.

  “I want to Bambi. I want to take you up to my room.”

  “You can do anything you want with me for $20. Do you have $20, Stephen?”

  “I do, Bambi.”

  “Then take my hand.”

  Laura led Stephen out of the restaurant and across the lobby into the elevator. Stephen pressed the button for their floor and turned to her. Laura stood very close to him and raised her breasts prominently. Stephen noticed how her erect nipples poked up into silk fabric of the
robe. Laura opened her robe and pressed herself into Stephen, kissing him with a wet open mouth. Feeling his arousal, she petted his shaft through his trousers, staring up at him with wide watery eyes. The elevator stopped on the way up and a well-dressed man got in. She stared at the man while continuing to pet Stephen’s erection. He stared back enthralled by her bright red lips, her exposed breasts, her slender waist, her damp G-string disappearing in the folds of her sex and the pale skin of her hand as she rubbed the erection of Stephen. Stephen also watched the man as he fondled Laura’s breasts. As they got out at their floor and walked hand in hand toward their room, Laura glancing over her shoulder to notice the man still staring with an open mouth at her until the elevator doors shut him from her view.

  “You’re almost ready for the show tomorrow,” Stephen whispered to Laura.

  Laura squeezed his hand in response.

  Stephen opened the door for her and Laura walked across the hotel room, swaying her hips from side to side. She lit a cigarette, took three long drags of it and put it out in an empty drinking glass. She looked back over her shoulder at Stephen, winked at him, bit down on her lips and licked them, and with two fingertips, slid the G-string down her legs to the floor. Laura let her robe slip over her shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed. When she was completely naked except for her high heels and collar, she leaned back on her elbows, pursed her lips and blew Stephen a kiss. Laura raised her legs above her head, scissoring them, and ran her fingers through the slick wet folds of her sex. She removed a finger and brought it to her lips, sucking it in and out of her mouth, while gesturing with the index finger of her other hand to come closer to the bed. Stephen put a 20 dollar bill on the table, walked across the room and stood by the bed. Laura lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She removed his black shoes and socks, then unbuckled his belt, the button on his pants, unzipped him very slowly all while looking up into his eyes. She removed his pants and boxers and the long hard shaft of his penis uncoiled. She took it in her hands and gave the tip a little kiss, stood up and removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his blue dress shirt. Looking at his slender frame, she was immediately reminded of the Christ on the Cross sculpture she often stared at during her husband’s sermons. His tight abdominal muscles caused his erection to appear that much longer and larger coming forth from his lean body. His upper torso was toned, and she noticed blue veins popping out from the muscles on his forearms and biceps. His face was handsome, with high cheekbones, ocean blue eyes and the sandy sun-bleached hair of a surfer.

  He’s very pretty…

  Remembering the technique she learned from Belle, she kneeled gracefully in front of him and with one hand cupping his balls, took the bulbous bluish head into her mouth and sucked, never breaking eye contact with Stephen. Laura licked her tongue up and down on the shaft, then kissed her way down to his scrotum, putting each side in her mouth, licking and suckling upon it. Stephen tried to stay still, tightening his abdominal muscles, focusing all his efforts on not allowing himself to come so soon, despite how amazing Laura’s mouth and tongue felt caressing the underside of his most hidden sensitive spot.

  “Bambi… Bambi, you’re so good at this.”

  As she continued give him pleasure with her mouth, Stephen lifted Laura up and gently laid her on her side on the bed. He squeezed a lubricant into his hands and rubbed her opening with it. The tips of two fingers slipped in easily and with the other hand he slid his fingers deep into her slick sheath, his thumb rubbing her clitoris. As his penis slid in and out of the mouth and throat of Laura, his fingers glided in and out of her openings. He continued to feel the orgasm building within him. Still thrusting his fingers into her sex with one hand, Stephen pulled his shaft out of her mouth and repositioned his body to kiss her lips. He grabbed a handful of hair and gave her a strong deep kiss, letting his tongue loose inside her mouth, while she squeezed his shaft in her fists.

  “Please, Bambi. Do it. Mark me with your nails. I know you want to…”

  Laura let go of Stephen’s shaft and pressed her fingernails into the skin of his shoulders and dragged them across his flesh. She bucked her hips over and over on Stephen’s hand and reached orgasm as she scratched him. When the twitching of her hips and her breathing calmed, Stephen pulled Laura by the hair so her lips were directly over his scratched skin. She let go of his shaft, took a drop of Stephen’s blood on her fingertip and stared at it.

  “Go ahead, take it. It’s yours, Bambi.”

  Laura brought her finger to her mouth, licked the tiny trickle of blood caused by her scratch marks and swallowed. She kissed down his tight torso and put her lips on the head of his shaft. With both of his hands tangled into her hair, Stephen thrust himself rapidly in and out of her mouth, making her eyes water. He exploded in a final hard deep thrust, shooting his come directly down her throat. He pulled out and continued thrusting himself through the cleavage of her soft breasts, shooting jets of warm sperm on her breasts, neck and chin. Laura used her hands to milk out the remaining cream. As she pumped, more semen shot out over her breasts and stomach, dripping around the sides of her torso and onto the bed sheets. Laura sucked hard on the tip of his penis to extract another taste of his cream. He looked into her eyes and noticed Laura staring at the pools of thick semen coating her skin. Stephen used the tip of his finger to catch a rivulet of fluid sliding off the side of her torso and coated her red lips with it. She squeezed his shaft once more and noticed a single drop slip out of the slit at the tip of his penis. She laid back, resting her head on his inner thigh and took him into her mouth to suck out the final drops. She fell asleep with her lips and tongue still around the tip of his penis and her hands grasping his shaft. After watching Laura drift off, Stephen fell into a pleasant sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Friday

  Her head still resting on the pillow of Stephen’s thigh, Laura awoke to a stab of bright light coming through the window. She stood up, put on her robe and covered Stephen with a sheet. She staggered across the room and pulled the curtain shut, darkening the room slightly. She looked back at Stephen as he slept peacefully, his hands clasped together under his cheek as if in prayer, like a lost little boy. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, stretched and walked back over to the edge of the bed. She pulled back the sheet to inspect the skin of his shoulder where she had scratched him for the second time in two days, in the midst of her orgasms. The wound had closed overnight, but still looked tender. In the light of day, she couldn’t believe what she had done.

  I scratched him, then tasted his blood.

  To prevent her from marking him again, Laura nervously trimmed her sharp nails with her teeth. She noticed the swelling around his eye had gone down a little, but the bluish bruise still remained. During her training she had so far only suffered a firm and ultimately pleasurable spanking and the titillation of being nearly nude in public, but he looked like he had lost a fight. She closed her eyes, breathed in and out, trying to gain control of her thoughts and took her diary out of her suitcase. She found a hotel pen in the desk drawer and started scribbling away in her journal while Stephen slept. She smoked a Benson and Hedges.

  After filling several pages, she heard him turn over in bed and sigh. Her eyes drifted down from his pretty, almost feminine face with the long blond eyelashes a girl would kill for, past the marks on his back, down his lightly muscled arms and rippled abs. When Stephen had turned over in bed, the sheet had slipped over his slender waist to reveal his enormous pulsating erection. His penis stood up straight and strong. Laura watched the blue veins fill with blood, making his erection move and quiver with life while he slept. Her lips became dry and she took a long drink from a bottle of water. Licking her lips, her mouth salivated with a sensual and physical hunger. She took her robe off, approached him very quietly, trying not to wake him. Without touching his body, she took his throbbing penis into her mouth and sucked it deep into her throat, relishing the warmth and feel of him between her lips. She pressed the top of
her tongue over his length as hard as she could and closed her mouth and lips tightly over him. Laura began moving her head back and forth quickly, moaning softly, desiring to quell her burning hunger inside. After a moment, he released his come directly into her mouth once again. She could feel four or five jets of his creamy fluid pump out. When her mouth was filled, she pulled the head of his shaft out and slowly swallowed, feeling his essence flow down his throat. She immediately sucked on his penis again, careful to capture the excess cream with her tongue that had seeped out and dripped down his length. She squeezed up on his shaft and sucked out more fluid from the tip of his penis, licking her lips and swallowing. Still holding his erection tightly and feeling it throb between her fingers; she took a second drink of water, draining the bottle.

  “Mmmm. God, that felt awesome, Laura. What a nice way to wake up,” Stephen said, stretching.

  Laura looked down, unable to make eye contact.

  “What’s wrong, Laura?”

  “I’m sorry, Stephen.”

  “For what?”

  “For scratching you. I’m so ashamed.”

  “Ashamed? Of what? Of giving me the best night and now morning of sex that I ever had?”

  “But your shoulders...”

  “Forget about it. It doesn’t even hurt.

  “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “Laura, I told you, I liked it. I wanted you to. Don’t worry about it.”

  “It won’t happen again, I trimmed down my nails, see?”

  “You’re still a tigress, even without claws. Hey, what time is it?” Stephen asked.

  “Around 2:30 or 3.”

  “We slept for a long time. How long have you been awake?”

  “About an hour. I was trying to catch up with my diary, now that I finally have something interesting to write about.”

  “Are you hungry?”

  “A little.”

  “Let’s order up some food. We should probably eat a light lunch, to give you some energy for the performance. After the show, we’ll have a cast party back at the room, just you and I, and order a full dinner. Does that sound good?”