Driven Lust

by Abby Adams Publishing

  Regaining her strength, she crawled up his body and straddled his head. "Suck my cum." and forced her pussy in his mouth. He tongued and licked for a minute, but she wanted to turn around. He started back in on her while she went after his cock. Sixty-nine, James thought as he felt her lick him off. His cock grew harder with her attention and he involuntarily humped her mouth. Grabbing her ass cheeks and forcing more of her on him, he used his chin on her clit while his tongue buried in and out of her.

  She humped another orgasm in his mouth and he swallowed what she offered. Teasing and nipping, James played while she recovered. She dismounted his head and laid on her back, James moved to give her room. "Fuck me" she demanded and he complied.

  Kneeling on his haunches, he grabbed a leg and tugged it over his shoulder, bringing her pussy closer. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed it over her slit. Feeling her hole, he dipped it in and then pulled it back out. It made a sucking sound. He rubbed the head of his cock on her clit and she reacted, twitching her pelvis at him. Taking the advantage, James separated her lips with his other hand and slapped his cock on her clit. She jerked when it hit and relaxed. He did it a few more times, smacking her pussy slowly and gently. With each hit she jerked, but another hit would prevent her from relaxing.

  James found a rhythm and increased the tempo, beating her clit with his drumstick. "What the fuck?" she asked in her sweet agony, unable to get her leg off his shoulder, her pussy spread by his fingers, and trapped while the cock continued its thumping. James said nothing, slapping and slapping, ever so gently, he beat her into orgasm. At the top of her heat he stopped and rubbed the clit back and forth rapidly, increasing the length of her pleasure. On her way down, he went back to the soft beating and finished with rubbing slowly as it ended.

  Raising her other leg and pulling them both up over her, James reached down with a tongue and cleaned her juice that spilled from the back of her ass to the clit. Setting her back down, he petted her mound, kneading and rubbing more blood into it. When he felt she was ready, he inserted his cock and made her take him little by little.

  She was his to control and he took the lead, throwing a leg underneath him, twisting her to the side, but leaving a leg on his shoulder. With force but slow, he rammed her, not wavering in his thrusts. Faster he went and she moaned more as his cock buried deep and then exited.

  Grabbing an ass cheek with one hand and the shoulder strapped leg with the other, he drew her to him then backed her off. Faster he went, building his excitement. She helped herself to her own sex and rubbed her clit in front of him. It filled him with adrenalin, his ass clinched as he fucked, and the sudden surge of force made Dawn open her eyes wide as she felt her pussy quiver.

  James saw enough, he was there, and wanted to make her equal. Grabbing a nipple with the hand he was holding her leg with, he tweaked and pulled, sending her over with him. As she tensed, James found her anus and tried to get a finger in. As soon as she relaxed for just a second, he plunged it in. She screamed and pounded with her other arm on the mattress, James held on for the ride. Spewing his cum up in her as deep as it could go, both lost their sense of control and shivered past the mind blowing orgasm.

  James pulled his finger out of her ass, eased her leg off his shoulder, and laid it on the bed. He rubbed her ass as it was bound to be sore and massaged the life back into her leg. A kiss on her shoulder and James got up, headed for the bathroom to clean off.

  He had been the lover of a cheating woman, he thought, as he took his shower. Perhaps the man would understand if he was able to explain it. He was just doing his job. Maybe the husband lacked what it took to please his sexually demanding spouse. James decided it was not left up to him to explain away infidelity and dismissed the guilty thoughts from his mind. He had given her four orgasms and he felt his obligations were fulfilled. Her husband should have fulfilled his.

  He finished up and stepped out, looking for his clothes scattered around the room. He got dressed, minus the underwear, while Dawn Gracie slept. Throwing the bed cover from the side up over her, he exited the sex scented room.

  Chapter Eight

  He remembered the earpiece and clicked the button, “Farlow here, back online.” and waited.

  “James ... it's good to hear from you. Head for the front desk, a guard is prepared to take you out the secured entrance to your car. Do not go out the front. The media is waiting to talk to you.”

  James did as he was instructed and met a guard named Jack. It wasn't long before he made it to his car and pulled out onto the street. Sure enough, he saw the media with microphones and camera ready and waiting at the front door.

  Having three hours to kill, James headed for the estate. Before he pulled in his earpiece sounded, “Pull it in the front garage. The media will be looking for that car.” and he followed their instructions.

  Once more his earpiece alerted him to meet in security. He got to the door and knocked. Niles opened it to show three men inside and he was introduced to Harry and Phil; the other two guards.

  He saw Virgil on the phone and overheard "He's here." and hung up.

  "I know you're mad at me, I want to apologize ahead of time. I didn't mean to draw attention to myself but I was left with no choice.” trying to buffer their anger.

  Niles frowned at him and asked, "Why do you keep saying that? Nobody's mad at you."

  James was a bit confused, "Because I will be sought after by the media."

  "So? You're a hero. You made the company look good and nobody died." Phil explained.

  "But I will have to lay low for a while until the news finds another story." James countered. "I try not to bring media attention to the company. The less attention the better, I would think."

  The door opened and Cathleen entered, "James, you alright?"

  "Oh, yes Miss. I'm sorry for the mess." James replied.

  She waved him off and said, "We have P.R. people for that, no problem there." standing in front of him, "So, Dawn Gracie is safe and sound?"

  "Yes, Miss. She was sleeping when I left her. I made sure her door was secure." James informed her.

  "Anything out of the ordinary other than a would-be assassin?" she asked.

  "No..." James started, but Virgil cut in.

  "James has a new ring tone." he said with a grin.

  "Really, let's hear it." she said, throwing James off.

  Virgil pressed a button and static was heard in the room. They all looked at James as the words of Mrs. Dawn Gracie filled the air, "Suck it James! Suck it good!" and a few seconds later, "Finger it James! Finger-fuck it!" and the room fell into laughter.

  James turned two shades of red and said, "You people are the worst! Showing my goods to everybody, recording a private moment, do you not have any sense of decency?"

  Niles spoke up first, "Nope, not really." and they all busted out laughing again.

  "James, you must get over yourself. We aren't laughing at you, we're laughing with you." Cathleen soothed between her snicker.

  "Just remember, payback is a bitch. Then I'll be laughing with you." James vowed.

  "Well, we can at least say your first assignment was a success." Niles assessed.

  "Yes we can. Now James needs to change clothes and get ready. He has an evening engagement later." Cathleen pointed out. "Let him take the SUV and leave his car inside."

  She rose to take her leave; James stood up in respect and watched her go. Turning his attention to the security team, "You guys need this equipment back?"

  "No, but you need the charger for it." Phil walked over to a drawer and retrieved it. Handing it to him, he said "Have a good time tonight. Where are you going to this evening?"

  "I haven't the foggiest idea yet." James replied, checking out the charger. "Say, do you guys monitor this frequency all the time or just when I'm using it."

  "All the time, everyone uses it." Virgil explained, showing him the list of users on a screen and the channels it offered.

  "Good to know. I'll try to rem
ember not to use it the next time my finger is in someone." James said, smiling.

  "Don't leave us out man, share the knowledge!" Virgil piped in.

  "Yeah, ok. I'm done here." and James took his leave. On his way out, he heard Phil ask, "How the hell do you get to be a professional driver and not know where you're going?"

  Heading for his room, he noticed Lisa's door was open. Sticking his head in while knocking, he said, "Hello?"

  "Come in!" she said, sitting on her bed watching TV. Wearing a black see-through fish net, sports bra, and white shorts. She certainly looked good to James.

  "Hold on, I picked up something for you." and went to his room to get it. Tapping on the door again, James entered and closed the door.

  "I thought of you when I saw this. Please don't take offense." handing her a black shopping bag.

  She opened it up and giggled, "How did you know?" reading the front, "My size that is."

  "It was just a guess." James answered, smiling. "The color got my attention."

  "You are so thoughtful!" she smiled. "I'd hate to embarrass you, but would you let me try it on?"

  "I wouldn't expect you to give me such a treat." James responded, getting up to go.

  "Give me a minute." and she headed for the bathroom.

  James felt awkward, waiting for her return. A minute later she was back, wearing her new toy.

  Handing James the remote, she said, "Here, try it out!"

  He shrugged and hit a button and he heard a low hum. Lisa giggled a little as she felt it hum. Trying the next setting, the buzzing got louder and Lisa's eyes got bigger. He let it stay on that for a minute while Lisa squirmed. When she started panting, he decided to kick it up one more setting. Lisa put her hands on her crotch and moaned.

  Lisa maneuvered the toy to her liking and clamped a hand over it. Sitting down on the bed, she spread her legs a little. James set it on the last setting and watched.

  Lisa's thighs began to tremble and soon they were shaking. When she seemed to be close, James turned it off.

  "What the hell!" Lisa screamed and James turned it back on in full force again. Her look of anger turned back to lust and James let her ride out her orgasm. "Ok, Ok! Enough!" she said and James turned it off.

  "Seems to do the trick." he said, laying the remote down on the bed.

  "I soiled them. Now how am I going to get those clean?" she pouted.

  "Well, there's no sense crying over spilled ... well, you know." James chuckled, "Might as well get as much use out of it before you have to get them washed." turning to go, "I've got that run tonight so I have to get ready."

  "Thanks James." Lisa said, getting up off the bed, "I really appreciate that." walking over to give him a hug.

  "Don't wear it out." James replied with a smile and left.

  Getting ready for the run, James checked his phone. He thought he saw a game on it and wanted to try it out. Noticing he had another email, he wanted to check that first. It was from his bank. He set it up to alert him if it got too low or a deposit greater than ten dollars hits it. He was surprised because he had just set it up earlier and it was already working.

  Looking at the email, he was shocked to see a deposit of five thousand made. It was pending but it would be in his account tomorrow. Changing to his calendar, he was going to add a note to check his account tomorrow and see if it wasn't a mistake. He noticed two more appointments for tomorrow that he would have to run. One was a Ying Chung and the other was a couple, Dave and Laura Hunt.

  He would look more closely later, but needed to get out of there and get to his pickup. Adding his destination in to his GPS app, he then changed clothes and added underwear to his attire. He looked pretty good with the fine threads furnished for him. A dark blue jacket, matching blue tie and white shirt made him look almost ... respectable. He laughed at himself over that one.

  Heading out, he was hoping to catch someone that could tell him about mail. He was expecting some bills due and wondered what the forwarding address would be for him.

  Riding the elevator up, it stopped at L1. Mary entered and gave him a smile. "I'm disappointed." was all she said and James just shrugged, "Sorry."

  Coming out of the elevator, he was met by Phil. "What are you doing coming up this way." sounding frantic.

  "I was going to ask where I got my mail." James answered, wondering what was bugging him.

  "Channel 27 is in the foyer asking for you. Move your ass out the back door. Your mail can wait."

  James was hustled out the parlor door and used the walkway to the garage. He headed to the mechanic shop, looking for the keys to the SUV. Ernest had them on a hook for him.

  Making sure, he hit the lock button and sure enough, it sounded. Hopping in, he started it up. James knew it wasn't as big as a full sized van, but the height it sat at above the ground made it seem big. The garage door automatically opened. James hoped it would shut once he was out of range.

  Arriving at 3127 Brittany Trail, he pulled up and stood at the door. Looking at his phone, he noted the time as 19:46. He was his usual early and waited patiently while the minutes ticked by. Looking for signs of life, he noted a light upstairs was on.

  At eight, the porch light went off. James thought that was odd. He was concerned the client was headed for bed instead of going out.

  The front door opened and an arm came out, waving him inside. James reached in and turned the vehicle off, grabbing the keys to lock it.

  He headed in the door and was met by Stacy wearing a cut away dress with a slit up the sides, baring her leg to her hip and her chest to her belly. Emerald green set her red hair off and she was decked out with makeup and jewelry.

  "Greetings Miss Davidson, my name is James. Perhaps you'll remember me from the wedding." James started.

  "Hey, yeah! I remember you well." directing him to her dining room. Two candles were lit on the mantle, but no other ambience was on.

  She offered him a seat and chose one herself. James, ever the gentleman, pulled her chair out and slid her in. Taking his seat, he asked, "Where would you like to go this evening?"

  With a wide smile, she said, "Cloud nine."

  This was James' cue, he supposed, and he didn't want to ruin it. Perhaps she didn't want to go anywhere and Cathleen's idea of 'As Directed' is totally different from his. Looking deep in her eyes he said, "I hope to take you there."

  She reached over and untied his tie. Pulling it off him and tossing it on the back of a chair, she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Looking back into James' eyes she leaned in for a kiss. He read her like a book and gave her a soft brush, then a deep kiss.

  This girl wanted passion and James was good with that. Nothing wrong with taking things slow, but they would pick up speed when things heated up. Stacy had her hooks in him, pulling off his jacket. Placing it on the back of a chair, she turned to get his shirt. He unbuttoned the cuffs and she did all the rest. Now he sat there shirtless as she eyed him over. She fondled his chest and twirled the thin hair in the center, "You're just as I imagined." and leaned back in her chair saying, "I want to see more of you."

  Her lust had affected him and he felt the heat rise in his groin. But he got up anyway and kicked off his shoes. Unbuckling his pants he lowered them as slow as he could go. When he felt his cock on the zipper, he slowly ran it over the hump. The underwear had him trapped; his cock was hard half-mast, snaking over his balls, leaving a bulge for her to see and a hint of things to come.

  Stacy sucked in her breath as James dropped his pants. He looked the part of a model with his blue bikini underwear leaving little to her imagination. "Turn around" she whispered, "and put your hands behind your head." He stepped around and did what was asked, the candle light reflected off the muscles of his back and ass. "Flex for me." she ordered and James tensed his shoulders and back, and then worked to his ass and legs. Holding it there a few seconds then, began rippling his muscles top to bottom.

  It must have had the desired effect because James
heard her moan. This brought his head around over a shoulder and he saw her masturbating through the slit of her dress to the sight before her. Giving her privacy while she lusted, he faced once more away from her, flexing his ass and back over and over.

  She brought herself to orgasm and finished with a sigh. James swore he heard her suck her fingers and his cock twitched with the imagination of it. A few seconds ticked by and James was ordered, "Back up to me." and he complied.

  Her hands reached for his gluteal muscles and she caressed him a little while. Bringing her hands to his sides, his underwear was lowered. She rubbed her cheek on his ass and groped his leg muscles up high. Squeezing and kneading, she moaned on his ass and kissed him on a cheek.

  James welcomed the relief he felt on his cock as the bikini was removed. The freedom allowed him to grow as nature demanded. The breath he felt between the cheeks of his ass and the molesting her hands were applying was enough to make him rock hard.

  "Turn around." she whispered and James did as instructed, slowly doing so to postpone the show. Her eyes grew wider and a gasp left her lips as an eight inch cock came into view. Upon James' completed turn she buried her face in his crotch. With a long intake of air she reveled in his musk. Leaning back to get a full look, her hands went to his six-pack. Caressing him there she worked her way down, and then tickled his pubic hair hidden behind his shaft. Again she pressed her cheek to him, catching his shaft beside her nose. Up and down she rubbed her cheek, still taking in his smell.

  James was in his stance, hands still behind his head. It was all he could do to keep from thrusting his cock as Stacy's breath caressed from his head to his balls. His cock wasn't bound and twitched on her nose and jaw. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of his hole and James saw it drip to her cheek.

  Stacy blinked when the drop struck her face. Raising a finger, she guided it into her mouth. It wasn't enough and she craved for more, so she went to the source and tongued on the exit hole. Her hand grabbed the base and squeezed it hard, then milked straight up, forced a string of it from his manhood. Not chancing the loss, she fed his head into her mouth, sucking as much of the pre-cream as she could get.