Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  She giggled. “I’ve got it, boss. Charlie must be a pretty important, little pooch.”

  I laughed at her remark. “Let’s just say that, right now, he’s the most important customer I have.”

  There was a slight pause. “Well, … in that case, we had better take especially good care of him.”

  “Okay, as soon as I hang up, I’ll send you the address. You have Shannen’s full name, correct?”

  She giggled again. “Yes, boss. I have it.”

  “Great. Thanks, Catherine. Let me know that you received the text, okay?”

  “You got it. Have a great weekend, and be sure to give my regards to Charlie,” she teased with another slight giggle.

  “That’s funny, Catherine, but I’ll do it just the same. Bye, bye.”

  “Goodbye, boss.”

  I immediately sent her Shannen’s address, and within a few seconds, she replied that she had received it. I smiled, thinking about how surprised Shannen would be when the doggy treats arrived here tomorrow.

  I thought about Catherine for a moment and smiled. She was probably one of the prettiest women in Albany. I had always been attracted to her, but since she worked for me, I never went there. She was one of the few women that could almost look me in the eyes. She was damned near six foot tall at five feet, eleven inches. She had short red hair, large hazel eyes and was covered with freckles. She had nice, large breasts that looked perfect on her tall frame. I had always thought that one of her best features were her incredibly long legs and, from what I could tell, her nearly perfect bottom. I chuckled thinking about the numerous times I had been able to catch a glimpse down her blouse and see a little of her creamy-white skin with all those gorgeous freckles splattered about. There was no doubt that she was a natural redhead. It wasn’t just because of her freckles but because her eyebrows were light red, as well, and I had always wondered what she might look like a little lower.

  Just then, I heard her car turn into the driveway. My heart began to beat a little harder just thinking about pressing my lips to hers, and I got an immediate erection that couldn’t be hidden. I went outside to wait for her and was standing on the front porch when she stopped her car. I walked over and opened her door.

  She grinned and gave me a light kiss. “Wow, someone trained you well.”

  “I aim to please,” I grinned as she stepped out of the car. I took the groceries and used my hip to bump the door closed.

  She looked down at my crotch and grinned. “I have been thinking about that all day,” she said as she reached down and grabbed my erection through my jeans and squeezed it gently. “As pure as the freshly-driven snow, huh?” she said, giving me a sly grin.

  I chuckled as we walked up to the front door. “I may have overstated the pure part, but I am safe to handle.”

  She wrapped her arm around my waist. “It sounds like you are describing a wild animal: ‘Safe to Handle’.”

  We were both laughing as we walked in the front door. Naturally, Charlie went a little crazy when he saw her, and I wondered if he was feeling much the same as I was about her, a little crazy. Well, you know what I mean.

  “Let’s get this stuff in the refrigerator. How does Dungeness crab salad, corn-on-the-cob, and fresh and crunchy, Italian bread sound for dinner?”

  My mouth was watering for two reasons now. “That sounds delicious.”

  “But first,” she cooed, “I need something.” She dropped to her knees, undid my jeans, and pulled them down around my ankles along with my underwear. My cock flopped out to within an inch of her face. She took me in her hand and began stroking. Tightening her grip, she milked me firmly from the base to the end as she watched precum pool on the tip.

  She looked up at me briefly and let out a deep, primal growl as she licked the precum off the end. She moved back and slowly closed her eyes as she savored the taste. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth and shivered with a slight moan as she slowly stroked my shaft. “I have been dying to do that. I have wanted to taste you from the first moment I saw your magnificent cock,” she whispered. It was a gasping, labored whisper, full of lust and emotion.

  “I can’t wait to be in your mouth, but don’t you want to see the text first?”

  She shook her head. “Do you want to see mine?”

  I shook my head and watched most of my cock disappear in her mouth. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat as her lips gently collapsed snugly around my girth. She whimpered. It was more of a soft and constant, moaning sound that she made while she rolled her head from side to side, using her tongue to lavish the underside of my shaft.

  “It’s beautiful, baby,” she cooed I’ve been daydreaming since this morning about how it would feel in my mouth. I love it.” Then she returned to sliding her mouth up and down as far as she could.

  I groaned and had to lean up against the counter to steady myself. “You can’t know how good that feels,” I gasped as I watched her full, generous lips slide to within a couple inches of my root.

  Her lips were making those slurping sounds as she licked and sucked on the glans while stroking my cock with her right hand and cupping my balls with her left. The sensations coming from my sex were incredible, but I couldn’t suppress a chuckle as I watched her.

  She slid my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me with a long, slender string of our juices clinging to her lower lip. “What’s so funny?” she asked, licking her lips.

  I groaned as my body was filled with lust for this woman. “God, your lips look so inviting, so kissable.”

  She bit her lower lip, sucked it into her mouth, and slowly let it roll out from between her teeth. “Well, then you had better kiss them,” she panted, her eyes full of scorching, blazing desire. She slid herself up my body, scraping her breasts the length of my torso. Her lips were covered with both of our juices.

  “I’ve never seen anything quite so sexy,” I whispered while I captured her luscious mouth with mine. The taste of her tongue on mine was far more delicious than it had been before as our obsession to mate grew. Her kisses were intoxicating, and I could taste the need in her as she gently probed her tongue searching every recess.

  She pulled her mouth from mine, and I groaned wanting her tongue back. She kissed my lips softly. “I love your kisses,” she whispered. “It looks as though the sensitivity training we did last night with my nipple and your sperm did some good,” she groaned. “I love to kiss after I suck cock.”

  She turned and got two bottles of water out of the refrigerator and handed one of them to me. “Here, you’re going to need this.” She kneeled and removed my shoes and socks while I tugged my pants off my feet. She stood, gently wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and kissed me again. “Come. It’s time to go to bed,” she moaned into my lips just before she turned and led me to her bedroom.

  When we got there, she looked me in the eyes as she slowly removed her business suit, her blouse, and finally, her bra. Her lacy white panties were a stark contrast against her beautiful golden-brown skin, that was a rich, exotic blend of ancient history and time. It’s funny, because I had already spent two wonderful nights with her, but now I sensed a deeper urgency between us. There was a need to feel, to touch each other from the inside, and to fulfill desperate desires and exquisite pleasures postponed too long.

  She pulled the covers back and lay down on her side, facing me with her head propped up on her elbow. She watched as I removed my shirt. “Hey, Mr. Clean,” she smiled, “would you like to have sex with me?”

  I tried but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You have no idea. Are you ever serious?”

  She held out her arms for me and nodded with a sexy smile. “Yes, I’m about to get very serious. I want you to have sex with me, and then, I want you to make love to me,” she said with her voice breathy, full of lust, and dripping with need.

  I crawled in bed next to her, and we embraced as I pressed my body against hers. We kissed and cuddled for the longest time. Strangely, they were sm
all, soft, and gentle kisses. They were the kind in which you barely touch your lips together, just nibbling, licking, and gently sucking.

  “This is more like making love than having sex,” I whispered into her soft, moist lips.

  She rocked her pelvis forward rubbing her pussy against my erect phallus. She moaned and slid her tongue in my mouth. “I know, but it feels so good, so sweet, and so real.” She rocked her mound up and down my shaft and gasped with a quick intake of air. “Your cock feels so good rubbing against my clit.”

  I let out a long, deep moan. “Your panties are soaked. I can feel the slick wetness oozing through your panties.”

  She pulled me close, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Hm, my panties have been soaking wet like this all day, thinking about you slowly sliding inside me. Every time I thought about it, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I almost had an orgasm at the market. I was so wet that, when I was pushing my cart down the aisle, my lips felt squishy,” she moaned as she slid her wet sex along the underside of my cock.

  I shuddered with a gentle thrust into the swollen lips of her pussy which were cupped snugly behind her white panties. She spread her legs as she rolled onto her back. “I think it’s time for you to get between my thighs and consummate our … uh … relationship.”

  I climbed between her legs and looked down at her panty-covered mound. The area around her slit was dark and moist, yet slightly transparent. The thin white cloth covering her swollen lips glistened in the dim, indirect light. I watched with hungry eyes while I gently lowered my cock down to the center of her sex. Her warm, slippery juices, that had seeped from her, now coated the underside of my cock as I pressed it against her soft, supple flesh beneath her panties.

  She gasped and rocked her pelvis up into me, forcing my shaft further between the lips of her swollen vulva.

  “Oh, fuck, I want that inside me, and … I want it now!” Her voice was whiny, more like a prolonged whimper and sounding every bit as if she were in pain. She quivered and gasped wailing loudly as she convulsed against my cock. Her body was rigid for a few moments before she convulsed again, and again in rapid succession.

  She squealed and cried out, grasping with hands, a fistful of sheets, pulling them tight. Her stomach muscles contracted, and she curled her body up against mine with each strong convulsion. “Ahhh, baby,” she wailed as her body stiffened one last time before she quivered and fell back against the sheets.

  “That was beautiful,” I whispered as I pressed my lips gently to her neck.

  She was trying to catch her breath, gasping for air between small shudders. “W … what?” she asked, her words barely audible.

  “You just flooded me with more of your warm juices,” I groaned and continued to slide my cock gently against her swollen sex.

  She pulled me to her mouth and kissed me with an intense passion, her body still writhing gently, trying to catch her breath through her nose. She broke away a couple of seconds later, gasping and desperately needing air. “That, a … that … that,” she breathed deeply. “That was incredible,” she whimpered with a strong shiver.

  I got up, grabbed one of the water bottles, and opened it for her. She took several large swallows and giggled. “I’m going to love your cock. I know I’m going to like making love to you. I guess my body was ready for some real sex more than I thought.” She leaned over and gave me a quick, wet kiss. She took another sip and handed me the bottle. I took a couple swallows and placed it back on the table.

  She lay back down with a deep, relaxing sigh, and she widely spread her arms and legs. I walked slowly around the bed, wanting to look at her from every possible angle. When I got to the foot of the bed, I could see the gusset of her panties and how wet they were. The fabric clung to her brown lips that were swollen with desire and need. The sight of her arousal caused a surge of adrenaline to shoot into my bloodstream, quickening my heartbeat and my breath. “You are wet. Your panties are soaked,” I groaned.

  A slight smile showed on her beautiful face. “Mm-hm, I think they need to come off.”

  I grinned. “Uh-huh, no question,” I replied as I continued to walk around the bed.

  She giggled. Her eyes followed me. “I think they’re going to be in the way,” she said then slid one finger deftly through her swollen sex.

  I took a deep breath and sighed. “Uh-huh, no doubt about it, they’re definitely in the way,” I teased. “You are stunning, you know. I still can’t believe that I’m with you, and I keep asking myself, why me?”

  She turned her head to the side. “You are disarmingly handsome, and your gray hair makes you look so dignified and so trustworthy. Besides, you did offer to pay for me, you know … for sex that is, and I haven’t even been able to give it away for over a year,” she laughed, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce about playfully.

  She looked at me curiously for a moment. “You are trustworthy, aren’t you, baby?”

  I smiled, bent down, and kissed her on the cheek. “That’s my middle name, sweetheart. Alexander Trustworthy Thompson.”

  Turning toward me, she gently kissed my lips as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to stroke it very slowly. “Well, Mr. Trustworthy, I think you need take my panties off now,” she said while she pushed me toward the foot of the bed.

  I crawled up between her legs. Her knees were bent and her thighs slightly parted. Her luscious odor permeated the room, and the closer I got to her sex, the more erotic and stimulating her odor became. I had been naked with her on the two previous nights, but now, she was in heat and needed to mate.

  I inched my face closer to her wet gusset. I wanted to get a closer look at her panties and smell her sex before removing them. I lay down on my tummy and inched up as close as I could without touching her, wanting to savor the moment. I slowly breathed in and groaned at her exquisite musky odor. I ran my pursed lips back and forth across her soft, humid vulva and groaned with a slight quiver.

  She gasped with a quick intake of air and whined. “I need you,” she whimpered, and the one thing I was not prepared to do was disappoint her.

  I moved back, grabbed the top of her panties, and tugged them downward. She drew her knees together and lifted her buttocks off the mattress so I could slide them down over her bottom. I carefully lowered them and watched as the thickened pad covering her labia slowly peeled off her wet lips.

  Her lips were coated with her thick juices. There was more than I had ever seen. I slowly lowered her panties down her thighs and saw two thick, stringy bands of her slippery arousal stretching from her panties back to the lips of her pussy. I shuddered at the erotic sight. “I’ve never seen anything more erotic or quite as beautiful, as what I’m looking at right now,” I moaned through hungry lips and a thirsty tongue.

  She whimpered and wiggled her juicy bottom. “Are you looking at how wet my bottom is?”

  I nodded.

  “Baby, I’m usually wet, but I’m not usually this wet,” she whispered as I pulled her panties down her legs and over her ankles. The two strands of her arousal still clung to her pussy. The sight and the smell of her were making me lightheaded and euphoric with desire. Her pheromones had done their job as if I needed any more encouragement to have sex with her.

  Holding her panties, I licked at the strands still holding tenaciously to her pussy. When they broke loose, one clung to the wet gusset, and the other snapped back to her swollen lips. The brief taste I got was exquisite. I held her panties up to my face and lapped at the juices that had pooled there.

  “You’re incredible,” I moaned with a slight shiver as I held her wonderful juices in my mouth. “Mm, mm, mm,” I groaned before swallowing.

  “Does that mean you like it?” she smiled with a dreamy look in her eyes. I glanced down at her pussy. The inner portions of her cheeks were wet and shiny, and the cleft of her bottom glistened as a steady flow of her arousal oozed from her sex.

  I shook my head. “I think I’m falling in love,
” I groaned as I watched her pussy muscles clench, squeezing more of her sweet juices from her body.

  She chuckled. “Yeah, sure, I think you’re falling in love with my pussy, but that’s a good start,” she teased.

  I watched as the clear, sticky liquid flowed down toward the crack of her ass. I bent down and caught it with my tongue. Her skin was slick and slippery, her taste divine. “In all my years, I’ve never experienced anything even close to this,” I said as I looked in her eyes and slowly swallowed her gift.

  She cocked her head and rocked her pussy up toward my face. “Kiss it, baby. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. Just for a moment because I don’t want to come like this. I need you inside me,” she moaned, writhing beneath me.

  “A dream come true,” I whimpered. “I’m being begged to lick and suck on the prettiest pussy in the entire world. I lowered my mouth to her engorged lips. Her erotic odor and the warm, sweet taste of her soft, pliant flesh were what dreams were made of.

  She stiffened with the soft touch of my lips to her sex, and within seconds, my face was covered with her sticky arousal. “You taste wonderful,” I mumbled, as my lips pressed gently against the wet lips of her pussy. I slid my tongue slowly up to her engorged clitoris and rested it tentatively against that swollen nugget. I rubbed the tip of my tongue softly back and forth barely moving the tender sheath of skin covering it.

  She pulled back. “Oh, I can’t take that. I’m gonna, … I’m gonna come. Just put your lips on it and press, baby.”

  I puckered and pressed my lips to her clitoris and held them still. She whimpered and quivered continuously trying to hold her pelvis still. She whined and began to quiver.

  “No, I can’t take it. Oh, God, I can’t take it. Take them off,” she pleaded as she pushed me away. “Fuck, I almost came,” she chuckled, her pussy contracting and throbbing as her clitty calmed, and she breathed a little easier. “Uh, you do wonderful things to my body just by being in the same room with me. I think it’s partly anticipation, but I think it’s mostly because I know how badly you want me.”