by J G Jerome
Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.
I hear the patio door slide open. Trina joins me on the patio and closes the door. “May I sit on your lap, Jack.”
“Of course, my Pet.” I set my electronics on the little side table and reach for my beautiful lady.
“Is everything okay, Master?” She asks as she settles onto my lap and wraps her right arm around my shoulders.
“Yes, my Pet I was sitting here thinking about those poor, beautiful, discarded girls. I want to hunt their families down and punish them all. Despite feeling crappy for them, I’ve got a ton of positive stuff washing over me right now. I have you and Myra in my life. I just had a great gig at Burning Tree, and - Oh! By the way, one of the ladies there wants to hire me to play a birthday party.”
“Sure she does. She just wants you to sing to her in the shower after you fuck her senseless,” she laughs.
I join her laughter, “Yeah, I called her on that. I pointed to you and Myra and told her ‘my dance card is full.’ She said her husband liked the music and she wanted to hire me to play his birthday party. She also said ‘bring your dance card along.’ As a matter of fact, she put her card in my pocket. Shit, I left it in the other shirt.”
Trina squeezes my shoulder, “Don’t worry, Jack. We’ll get it out before we send it to Peg.” Then she kisses me, and I lose my mind for a minute as her lips remove any coherent thought. She starts kissing her way down my jaw to nibble behind my ear.
“Hmmmm.” I reach for the tie of her dress at her waist. I tug it loose. “I think you could use a little fresh air, my Pet.”
Trina whimpers, “Oh Jack. What have you done to me?”
“I don’t know, my Love. Corrina has a theory, but seems like an overly simple explanation for something so miraculous.” I slide my hand inside her dress and languorously stroke my hand from her ribs to her hip and back up. I keep a steady rhythm, and Trina sighs as she leans her forehead against mine.
“Jack, I don’t care how you’re doing it. Just don’t stop.” She sits up to allow her to look into my eyes as she cups my face in her left hand. “You’re driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I’m not going to want to leave you in Phoenix.”
“I’m not going to want you to leave.”
“Master, the last thing I want is to find myself in the condition Myra’s in right now. She’s sitting in there trying to be all attentive and royal, when all she can think about is getting stretched out on your bed with your cock buried in her cunt, and her face in mine.” My eyes bug, ‘Oo! There’s a picture!’ “Unfortunately, I suspect it’s unavoidable.”
“Huh?”
“Silly Master. Did you get all distracted by thoughts of a three-way? Hmmmm?”
“Who me? Mr. Iron Will? No way.”
“Perv!”
“Whose perv?”
“My perv. I love it out here, Jack. And you’re winding me up pretty tightly stroking me like that. I swear if they’re going to be much longer, I’m going to mount you right here, right now.”
“You don’t want to wait any longer?”
Shaking her head vigorously, “I don’t, Jack. I’ve had nearly two solid days of foreplay. It means the world that you want to give me a private, special experience for my first time with a man. However, I am horny as fuck! And I think right here on this balcony with the town walking around us would be pretty damned special!”
“Hmmm...okay.” I reach down and grab her hips and lift her to her feet. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Master! Please!”
“Okay Trina. You know I was planning something else for you, but the bottom line is it’s for you. I’m going to enjoy myself regardless. Last chance - no doubts?”
She looks at me shaking her head slowly. “No, Jack. All play aside. I have no doubts. I want you inside of me, right now and every day until I no longer draw breath.” Then a smile blooms upon her beautiful face, “Please make love to me, Jack.”
I nod, “Okay then,” as I open my belt and jeans. “Kneel astride my lap facing me.” I kip up and push my jeans and boxers down. I reach for her as my ass hits the chair to help her get in place. The arms on the chair are just wide enough I think we can pull this off.
She says, “I think maybe feet on the seat rather than knees.”
“Whatever you think, Darling.” I slide my hands inside her open dress and slide them over her hips and gently forward as she puts first her left then her right foot on either side of my ass. I keep pulling her closer as she sinks to sit on my knees and slide forward. My left hand slides up to cup her head and pull her to my devouring mouth. She wraps both arms around my neck, and I slide the right hand down her back, over my favorite tight ass, and under to slide my fingers on either side of her labia. She moans into my mouth as my fingers run back and forth.
I keep up with what we’ve got going until my fingers moisten, and then I slide forward and rub the moisture over her emerging clit. Trina grabs my face with both hands and stares in my eyes as she pants in time my strokes. “M-m-m-m-a-a-a-s-s-s-t-t-er-r-r I-I-I n-n-n-e-e-e-e-e-eed-d-d yuh-uh-uh-uh-ooooo!”
“I need you too, my darlin’. More than you realize.” I slide my fingers back along her opened petals to her opening and then back to her clit. I give a gentle pinch to her clitoris, hood and all - rolling it between my fingers like a marble. She explodes a gasp, and I slide my hand under her and grab my cock. I slide it along her pussy from clit to hole to clit to hole, and then I circle it around her entrance to lubricate my cockhead.
Trina figures out what I’m doing and whimpers as she repeatedly tries to push down on me. I tease her until she is frantic and then line myself up and let gravity do its job. That works to get me about an inch inside her. Damn, she is tight! At first I think she’s nervous and slowing me down, but I finally pick up on the spasms around me - she’s coming already! I just hold her for a bit and then push up into her with short thrusts, trying to move between spasms. She’s soaking wet but coming hard.
“Open the door, Pet. I’m coming in!”
“Yeah, yeah, yessssssss! Pleeeease!” Then she captures my mouth in hers and wraps her arms around me. I hook her right leg, raising and guiding her foot outside the arm of the chair. Then I cup her right ass cheek and repeat on her left side. Moving her feet wider helps open her up a little more. I scoot as far forward into the chair as I can without tipping it forward and then set a slow steady rhythm while maintaining the hot lip lock she threw on me. I’m not quite hilting in her, but she’s keening in my mouth as I feel her spasm and shudder again. I slide my right hand up her back, behind her neck and slide my fingers into her hair and fist it. That fist tilts her head and arches her back, which points her breasts right at my mouth. My left hand palms and squeezes her right breast while my mouth caresses her left all the way around, spiraling in until I suck her diamond-hard nipple into my mouth. I thumb the right nipple repeatedly while I suckle and nibble the left.
Trina’s whimpers grows in intensity as I suckle and fuck her. I warn her quickly, “Shhhh, my Pet. Let’s not call the police to us yet,” before I suck hard on her nipple.
Her response is an incoherent “MmmmmmMMmmmMMMmmmm,” as she tries to keep the volume down. I smile into her breast as I feel her spasm again. I pinch her right nipple hard and bite down with a little tooth on the left. She chokes down a scream and soaks my cock in her juices. I have mercy on her and wrap my arms around her back and hold her close. She holds onto me like a lifeline as she rides her bliss wave and a handful of aftershocks.
As she catches her breath she says, “You...you...you were...worried about…this not...bein’...sp-spe-special...enough?”
“For you Trina, this is barely adequate. You deserve heaven and roses, my love.”
“I...I got to...heaven, Jack. The...the roses….can wait.”
“I am madly in love with you, Trina. Now I’m gonna show you,” as I slide an arm under each of her legs and grab an ass cheek in each hand. “Hold onto my neck, my Pet,”
as I kick off my boots, jeans, and boxers off my feet.
“Yes, Master,” she says. Adding, “Oh!” when I stand. I back her up to the wall next to the door. “I seem to recall you liked this before. Now I need to mark the other side! Don’t make a sound, my Pet!” I grab her right wrist in my left hand, and then tell her, “give me your left too, Pet.” She locks her ankles behind me and gives me the left wrist, and then I lift them over her head and hold them there as I kiss her deeply and set a slow steady rhythm of deep strokes. I start to pick up the pace and move my kiss along the right side of her jaw until I get next to her ear.
“Are you a little slut, Trina,” I ask as I wet my right index finger in the juices leaking out around my cock.
“Yes, Master.”
“Who’s my little fairy slut, Trina?” She gasps. I think ‘fairy’ is considered demeaning to the Sidhe, but I don’t know where the thought comes from.
“Oh, Master. I am!” she gasps.
“Let me hear you say it, Trina!” I circle my moist finger around her little rosebud.
The door opens as she stage whispers, “Oh Master! Please don’t make me say it!”
Daphne’s head pokes out the door as I say, “Trina! Who’s your master?”
“Jack is my Master!” she gasps. “You are my Master-r-r-r-r-r!” She starts spasming again.
“Don’t make me tell you again, Trina. Say it!”
“Oh Master! I am. I am your little fairy slut!” She comes hard when she says it!
Daphne gasps and disappears back in side. She doesn’t get the door quite closed. I hear her tell the room, “He’s fucking her on the balcony!”
I keep the pace, but drive harder. “Keep telling me while I mark you, Pet.”
“I’m your fairy slut! I...I’m your fu-fairy slu-slut!” I start licking, sucking and nibbling the right side of her neck. “I...I’m your fu-fairy slu-slut! I...I’m your fu-fairy slu-slut!”
I’m about to give it up and pump out my happy ending, but there’s one more thing I want her to have before I give in. “Give it to me, Trina. Give me all your bliss.” She throws her head back, bites her lip as she loudly whimpers, desperate to obey my command to be quiet yet knowing she’s been set up to fail. I bring her hands down and guide them to my neck as she rides her wave down. My legs are soaked with her juices, I’m sweating, fighting for my breath, and there is nowhere else in creation that I would rather be. I pull out in time to prevent my own explosion, and slowly lower her to the ground as she continues to shake.
I hold onto her until she starts to get a little steadier. She looks up at me enraptured. Slowly she begins to pout, “Master, did I do something wrong? I don’t think I took care of your needs very well. What can your little fairy slut do to satisfy you, Master?” she ask me shyly.
“Oo...you’re good at this game, Pet!”
She grins at me, and then kisses me deeply. I give as good as I get. Little Jack feels like he’s going to split. I look around to see if we’re still undiscovered. Overall it’s looking good...except I see Charli in the front of an SUV waving at us. I laugh. “Charli is watching us.”
Trina says, “well I’m sure she would like us to entertain her a little longer.”
“I agree.” I reach to the balcony and shake it to confirm it’s secure. Satisfied, I guide her to the balcony. “Put your hands on the railing, Pet.” She does. I guide the fabric of her dress up over her waist to expose her. “Spread your feet apart, my Love.” She does. “That’s great, Pet. Lower your body down onto the rail, but keep holding onto it.” I circle a hand under her hip to steady her. “Let your breasts hang over the balcony.” I guide myself into her dripping pussy, and press myself in to the hilt.
I reach up and grab a fistful of silky blond and pull out and slam forward as I pull back against her hip. I set a fast pace, slamming into her hot, tight, wet hole over and over. “Who are you, my Pet?”
“Oh, Master! I’m your little fairy slut, Master! I’m your horny, wanton little fairy slut! My cunt needs you to pound it, Master! Fuck me harder, Master! Fuck my cunt, Master! Breed your little fairy slut, Master! Make me yours!”
I release her scalp, and slide my hand under her, pressing the heel of my hand just above her mons, and drop my fingers to press firmly against her clit. She turns to look at me over her shoulder.
“Oh! Oh! Oh, Master! Fuck me! Breed me, Master! Take me! Use me, Master! Fill me with your seed, Master!” She looks back over her shoulder. “I’m your little fairy slut! Oh please, Jack! Make me YOURS!”
I look into her glazed eyes and gasping mouth as she gasps my name, and I explode! She gushes - squirting! It takes her by surprise! I grab her desperately to ensure she doesn’t tumble over the balcony. She fights to arch back enough to keep me inside her, but the physics and biology don’t work out. So, I spin her around and back into a chair. I crash into the seat and pull her into my lap.
“Oh...oh, Jack. Why did I wait so long? You are too good to me, my precious Master.”
“Darling, Trina. You are worth waiting for!” The door opens again.
Daphne sticks her head out, “Pick up your clothes, and get inside. Policemen are walking this way.”
I lift Trina up, “Go, Pet. Daphne, help her.”
I get my boots, boxers, and jeans. Ah, my holster is laying under the chair. My phone and iPad managed to stay on the table. I snag them and survey the damage. It appears I have it all tucked under my arm. I wave to Charli and go inside. Daphne closes the door and the curtain. Corrina and Myra are seated on the chaise and desk chair respectively. I walk my naked ass to the nightstand, and put the electronics on the nightstand and the holster in the drawer. Daphne goes to lean on the wall next to the door.
I drop the jeans and get the boxers ready to pull on. Myra says, “Don’t do that on my account. I’ll just have to take them off you later.”
I chuckle, “I can live with that.”
Corrina adds, “I don’t mind watching your cock hanging loose covered in Trina’s juices. Do you, Daphne?”
I quip, “What? Corrina has a sense of humor? Oo!” She gives me a warm, genuine smile.
Daphne shrugs, “Honestly, I’d kinda like to go lick her juices off his cock.”
Myra, “Daphne, I’m disappointed in you. I thought for sure you would offer to coat his cock with your own juices.”
Daphne looks at me with a thoughtful smirk while the other ladies laughed. I shake my head as I pull my boxers and trousers on.
“You know, Myra,” catching her attention with the serious tone of my voice, “we all need to cohabitate in order for me to fulfill all my obligations.”
“You're not kidding, are you Jack?”
I shake my head as I finish tucking in my shirt tails. “Nope.” I look down my torso to confirm my gigline is straight. “You, Trina, and I will all go nuts if one of us is separated from the other for very long. Plus, my commitment to the Ravens is very real. This only works if we all live together.”
Myra shakes her head woefully, “There is nothing I want more, Beloved. I just can't see a path to get there.” Tears brim her eyes. I see Trina's eyes are moist too as she rushes to comfort Myra.
Corrina wraps her arms around Myra's shoulders from the rear to comfort her beloved Princess.
“I know it will be difficult, but it has to happen! I'm working on it, but it will take a little time. All I'm saying now is to keep the faith.” I cup her cheek and kiss her. “It will happen because no other option is survivable!”
There is a quiet knock at the door. Daphne cracks the door, and Trevor whispers a couple of words to her before closing the door.
Daphne announces, “The police just entered the front door.” I give Myra my handkerchief and go lounge on my side of the bed. Corrina squeezes and kisses Myra’s shoulder and sits back on the chaise. Trina quickly tucks her clutch under her armpit and dashes to the loo as she pulls her dress together.
Myra walks to my side of the bed, and crawls onto my lap
. Once she’s settled, she whispers, “You’re right, Jack. I won’t survive being away from you or Trina. She can get away, but I can’t.” Her eyes fill with tears, “I can’t bear being away from both of you! The last day has been torturous.” I kiss her desperately, hoping to comfort her. I pull her tight to me and cup her ass in my right hand as she wraps her arms around my neck. Our kisses are turning ravenous as there is a louder knock. Daphne opens the door standing in front it. Myra and I don’t stop. We cool it a little bit, and I crack an eye open to keep watch on the door.
Trevor announces, “The police are here, Ms. Nessus.”
Myra stops kissing, and winks at me. “Thank you, Trevor. Daphne please show them in.” She leans against me, twisting her head to watch two officers walk in. Both are male. One is young, about 5’9” with soft facial features and a shaved head. The other is maybe roughly five years older, roughly about my 6’2” height with short brown hair and square, angular facial features. Both appear fit, but their body armor makes their torsos look heavy.
The bigger guy walks up to Corrina, “Pardon me, Ms. Nessus…” Corrina holds up her palm shaking her head. As the officer gives her a flustered look, she points at Myra. She sits up and wiggles her fingers at him.
“That would be me, officer. How may I help you?”
The officer turns to her, but he turns red when he spies my fingers pressing the fabric of Myra’s dress into her butt crack. I give him credit for trying. “Uh ma’am…” I slide my hand up to her waist to the officer’s obvious relief. Still he’s not particularly comfortable with the message he has to deliver. “We’ve had reports of a blond woman in a red dress having sex with a man on your balcony.”