Rescued II

by M. K. Elliott

  “It’s going to have to come right off if you want me to work your biceps and triceps.”

  She wanted him to work all of her, every single last inch. So she propped herself up a little, pulling the straps from her arms and then whisking the bra out from beneath her, exposing her breasts for a moment before lying back down.

  He straddled her ass now. She wondered if this was turning him on as much as it was her. If he leaned forward, would she feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into the cleft of her buttocks?

  His hands reached up and ran down her shoulders. His thumbs worked in strong circular motions, pressing and massaging the muscles deep beneath her skin. Her hands were on either side of her head, and as he worked his way down, his fingertips barely skirted the side of her breasts, down her rib-cage.

  He dipped lower, his thumbs massaging the dimples at the base of her spine, his palms skimming the flesh of her buttocks.

  Lori heard a groan, and then suddenly realized it had come from her own mouth. Mortified, she froze, her whole body tensing up.

  Above her, Blake laughed. “Told you it would feel good.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “I can make it feel even better, if you’ll let me.”

  “You can do anything you want to me,” she said, breathless, hardly believing what she was saying.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  His expert fingers went lower, massaging just beneath the towel, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of her panties.

  “Can these come off,” he said, softly.

  “Oh, yes.”

  He worked them down, lifting his own legs to pull them down hers beneath him. Then the towel was whisked away and she was left gloriously exposed to this man with the amazing hands.

  Blake’s fingers massaged the swell of her ass and then parted her cheeks. He ran an oiled finger down across the tight pucker of her ass, making her gasp.

  “Is this okay,” he asked again.

  Lori couldn’t answer; she simply nodded into the bed.

  He used both thumbs to part her folds, running them down her smooth opening. Using more oil, squirting it directly onto her ass, he worked the lubrication, mixing it with her own.

  Lori pushed her ass up toward him and he plunged his thumb into her pussy, while using the rest of his hands to continue to massage her ass.

  His slick finger continued to rub the tight opening of her ass, loosening her up until he gently slipped a finger inside her tight ring. A sharp sting of pain, combined with intense pleasure raced through her.

  “Relax for me,” he told her. “It’s always better if you’re relaxed.”

  She forced herself to take a calming breath and as he sunk his finger deeper into her ass, the breath turned into a moan.

  He slicked his well-oiled finger in and out of her ass, slowly and tantalizingly. The added oil made his passage easy. The thumb that had previously been tickling her pussy, now slipped between her legs to rub her clit. When he felt she was ready, he pushed another finger deep in her tight asshole, loosening her up.

  She heard the metal rasp of a zipper as he undid his pants. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass now.”

  “Wait,” she grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her hips, raising her ass and pussy for him. “Now. I want you now.”

  Blake withdrew his fingers and she felt the smooth, hard head of his cock press against her tight pucker. Slowly, he slid a couple of inches into her ass, testing her. Lori moaned again as all of the millions of nerve endings fired ecstasy through her. His fingers sunk deep into the flesh of her peachy buttocks, gripping her, and he allowed her to push backwards, controlling how deep he went. Inch by inch he sank into her and the small amount of pain vanished as her walls stretched to take him.

  “Oh god,” she groaned. “That feels amazing.”

  He responded by pulling out of her just as slowly, before thrusting back in, his movement harder, more forceful.

  “Oh yes.”

  She pushed back onto him and he reached round to tickle her clit, making her moan again. She was almost on her knees now, with hardly any need for the pillow and with his other hand he reached beneath her and cupped her naked breast, fingers gripping her nipple hard, sending fresh stabs of pleasurable pain through her.

  Blake slammed his thick cock into her, his balls slapping against her wet pussy. Their momentum increased and he drove deeper and harder into her ass, while managing to keep rubbing her clit. Lori knew her orgasm was close, its waves building.

  Every muscle pulsed inside her and Blake shouted out as he came, sinking deep as he came in long, thick jets.

  They collapsed on the bed and he pulled her up against him. She snuggled into his still-clothed chest.

  “Do I get to see what the rest of you looks like?” she said, slipping her hand beneath his t-shirt, feeling his hot skin and the hard lines of his abs.

  He turned his face down to hers. “Are you asking for a repeat performance?”

  “Are you offering?”

  “Of course. I always like to make our visitors welcome.”

  She laughed. “After nearly getting me killed, you mean?”

  “Well alright, but I made it up to you, didn’t I?”

  She kissed him. “I guess I might just end up enjoying this vacation after all.”

  Burning Lust

  Normally, Natasha hated these assignments from her editor—all nighters where she did nothing but get in the way. But tonight’s job certainly had a bonus to it. Spending the next eight hours with her town’s fire department got at least one part of her interested.

  She walked toward the fire station, the large red front of the fire engine taking up most of the entrance. She stuck her head around the corner to see three men sitting around a table, drinking coffee.

  “So is this what you guys are up to all day?” she called out. “Aren’t you supposed to be out rescuing some old lady’s cat or something?”

  At the sound of her voice, they all turned to her. One of the firefighters, a tall guy with broad shoulders and dark eyes, stood up.

  “We’ve never heard that one before,” he said, his hands on his hips. “Only a journalist would come up with such a cliché.”

  She held her hands up. “Guilty, as charged.”

  “So you’re the lady who’s come to spend the night with us then?” one of the other firefighters asked. This guy had short light brown hair and blue eyes, he wasn’t as tall or broad as his friend, but was still cute.

  She felt a thrill at his words. “As long as that’s still okay with you boys.”

  Three sets of eyes slid down her body. She was pleased she’d chosen her sexiest suit; low cut shirt, pin-stripe jacket with matching skirt and high heels. She’d made a special effort, knowing who she was going to be in the company of. She tossed her blonde hair back.

  “Well, you’re not going to be much use to us wearing that,” said the slightly older guy, in his early forties, still sitting at the table.

  Her heart sank. They weren’t checking her out; they were taking in her inappropriate outfit.

  “I wasn’t planning on getting that involved,” she said. “I was thinking more of watching from the sidelines.”

  “We don’t plan on having you put out fires,” he said. “But you’ll still need some safety equipment.”

  He went to the back of the station and grabbed a helmet and a huge oversized jacket. He threw them at her and she caught the items, almost stumbling under their weight.

  “If the alarm goes off, you’ll need to wear these.”

  “Okay, is the alarm likely to go off…?”

  As if she’d conjured it up herself, the station was filled with the steady ‘blaaa’ of the alarm and a voice came over a tannoy, “Smoke seen at 211 Thermadore Street.”

  Immediately, the men jumped to work, pulling on their own heavy, fire-retardant pants, jackets and boots. They got into the cab and Natasha climbed into the seat beside th
e dark haired guy who’d first spoken to her.

  “It’s a good thing Harrison called in sick today,” he said. “Or you’d be riding on the back.”

  Her face blanched and he laughed. “I’m only kidding”

  “Do I get to know your names?” she asked, having to shout over the sound of the engine’s siren as it blared from the speaker on top of the cab.

  “I’m James, but people call me Jimmy,” he said. “This is Rob,” he jerked his head toward the sandy haired firefighter, “and the old man is Steve.”

  “Oi, watch it,” Steve said, clearly used to being riled.

  She smiled at each of them. “I’m Natasha.”

  “Good to meet you, Natasha.”

  The fire truck bullied its way through the streets, cars pulling out of the way to make room for the huge vehicle with its blaring siren and flashing lights.

  Within minutes, they reached the building—a three story apartment. A small group of people were huddled outside, looking up. Smoke rose from the second story window, but otherwise there was no sign of fire, no flames licking at the window or people screaming.

  Natasha couldn’t help feeling disappointed. She’d hoped for a good piece, one that might even get her a spot on the front page. She didn’t think a chip pan fire was going to do that.

  However, the firefighters weren’t hanging around. They leaped from the cab and Steve ran to the back, pulling the hose down, attaching it to the nozzle on the side of the truck.

  With their helmets on and wearing breathing apparatus, both Jimmy and Rob ran into the building, leaving Natasha standing on the street wearing her helmet and over-sized jacket, feeling like a spare part.

  Surely she was allowed to go in and see exactly what they were doing? How could she report otherwise? She knew she should ask Steve, but the older guy was clearly in charge and didn’t look like a push-over. She didn’t think fluttering her eyelashes and spinning a story was going to get him to give her permission to see what was really going on.

  Seeing Steve’s back was turned, she slipped in through the front door.

  The small lobby looked no different than any other and she headed to the stairwell. Mounting the stairs, she followed the line of the hose to the second floor, to where its girth held the fire door open.

  There was still no sign of the other two firefighters, but here the smoke was much worse. Natasha remembered being told that you should always stay low in smoke, so she crouched down as she hurried through the hallway.

  Suddenly, the smoke was thicker, black, and there was still no sign of either of the firefighters or the cause of the fire. An opened doorway appeared on her right and she ducked into it, hoping to escape the worst of the smoke.

  But now she could barely see and her eyes started to water, making her vision even worse. She needed to get out of here and she turned back to the doorway only to find she could no longer see it and wasn’t even sure which direction it was. Her lungs burned and she started to cough, wracking, painful coughs. Even if she found the doorway, she knew she’d never find the stairwell.

  “Help me!” she shouted, praying the two firefighters would hear her. “Someone help me!”

  Natasha got down on her knees and started to crawl, but only managed to hit her head on the wall. She had a momentary thought that she was grateful to be wearing the helmet.

  Heavy feet thundered towards her and she called out again.

  From out of the smoke, two sets of hands lifted her and she caught sight of the familiar yellow protective clothing as she was whisked from the room and back down the stairwell and out into the fresh air.

  The firefighter supporting her pulled off his breathing apparatus and she saw it was Jimmy.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded.

  Natasha coughed. “I thought I might be able to get a good story.”

  “Yeah, and get yourself and one of us killed at the same time.”

  She blinked back tears. “I’m sorry. The fire didn’t look that bad from the outside.”

  “You were lucky, it wasn’t a bad fire and we managed to get it under control quickly. But you can never underestimate fire. This could have gone either way.”

  With the fire put out, they all headed back to the station. The energy of the fire fighters was high and Natasha could understand why.

  Now the immediate fear was gone and she felt high from the adrenaline. This was a rush. It sure beat writing stories about the town’s local fair or someone baking the town’s biggest pie.

  “You might have smoke inhalation,” said Jimmy. “You should get checked out at the hospital.”

  “And risk missing more stories? No way. This is the most exciting thing I’ve done in ages.”

  He stepped in closer to her, broaching the gap. His broad chest was only inches from the swell of her breasts.

  “So you like to live life on the edge, reporter?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him and straightened her spine. “As much as this crappy town allows me to. But I have bigger plans than staying here. The world’s got to have more exciting things in store.”

  He moved even closer and for a moment she wondered if she should be scared. “More exciting than nearly dying?”

  “I was hardly close to dying…” The other two firefighters closed in behind her and excitement hitched her breath.

  “More exciting than spending all night, alone, with three strange men?”

  She felt faint and her nipples hardened beneath her shirt. Was this going the way she thought it was? It was Natasha’s turn to move forward, her breasts skimming his chest. She had to crane her neck to look up into his face.

  “I can’t think of anything more exciting.”

  Natasha stood on tiptoes and kissed him, his mouth firm, his stubble rasping against her soft skin. He kissed her, deep, his tongue lacing with hers. She could taste the faint hint of coffee on his breath, together with the subtle tang of smoke. The scent of smoke was all over him and she knew if she buried her face in his hair or against his neck, it would be all she smelled.

  She was aware of a hand on her hip, of another body close behind her.

  “We like to let off some steam after a job,” Jimmy whispered into her ear. “And this has got to be the best fucking way.”

  The hand on her hip ran across and down, cupping the swell of her round buttock and giving it a squeeze. Some part of her wondered if she should protest, if she was somehow being objectified, but then she realized she didn’t care. Had she ever been in a sexier situation?

  A mouth found the hollow of her throat, kissing.

  A hand reached between her legs, caressing.

  Fingers tweaked the hardened nubs of her breasts.

  She glanced over to see Steve massaging his crotch and knew from elimination that the man behind her, touching up her ass, was Dan.

  Jimmy pulled her shirt apart, slipping the small buttons from their slits. The other set of hands slipped her straps from her shoulders and Dan lowered his head to her shoulder, kissing her bare skin.

  Natasha shivered with desire. Her panties were damp with her juices and she longed for one of the men to touch her there. She didn’t have to wait long.

  From behind her, Dan pulled up her skirt, rucking it over her hips, exposing her simple white lace panties. He reached between her and Jimmy, rubbing her through her underwear, pressing on her clit, before pulling them to the side. Her pussy was swollen with want, her lips fat and juicy. He slicked his finger in her cream and then pushed his thick digit inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasped.

  Jimmy lowered his head to her nipple, pulling its hardened peak into his mouth, gently biting, his tongue lathing. Her hands were on his shoulders, holding her upright, not trusting her legs.

  Over his shoulder, she saw Steve had pulled out his cock, thick and huge in his hand. His fist wrapped around it, slowly pumping back and forth while watching his colleague finger-fuck her.

  Natasha groaned an
d sunk deep as Dan slicked in and out, before adding a second finger.

  In front of her, Jimmy got on his knees and started to lick her clit, his tongue moving in firm circles, while Dan built momentum from behind, his fingers pumping into her. Her legs trembled and her breath left her body in frantic little gasps. She didn’t know what was hotter, watching the guy licking her, or the one masturbating his huge cock while he watched.

  “Oh God, that feels incredible.”

  Dan spoke in her ear. “This is only the start. We’re going to take turns fucking you and you’re going to love it.”

  She heard the rasp of a zipper and then the fingers were pulled out and replaced with the hot, swollen, smooth head of his cock.

  Perhaps uncomfortable with his mouth being quite so close to his colleague’s dick, Jimmy pulled away from her clit and kissed his way back up her body.

  “I want my cock in that pretty little mouth,” he said.

  “Oh, yes.” she said, getting down on her hands and knees, pulling Dan down behind her. She pushed her ass out toward him. “I want you now.”

  Natasha took Jimmy’s hard dick in her mouth, tasting that same scent of smoke only now mixed with the distinctive taste of pre-cum. She swirled her tongue over its head and sucked gently.

  Behind her, Dan’s cock found her entrance, pushing between her folds and sinking deep. Natasha sucked harder on Jimmy’s dick, pulling him into the back of her throat. His fingers knotted in her hair, guiding her head.

  Dan’s movements increased, slamming his dick into her.

  “Oh god, I’m gonna come,” he said, before quickly pulling out of her and spraying cum over her ass.

  Natasha groaned in disappointment and pulled her mouth from Jimmy’s erection.

  “You guys wouldn’t leave a lady unsatisfied, would you?” she said, looking up at Jimmy.

  He shook his head. “No fucking way.”

  Dan stayed beside them, his thumb rubbed the tight star of her ass. “Does that feel good?” he asked.

  “Real good,” Natasha moaned.

  Jimmy moved behind her and suddenly his dick was replaced with the huge length of Steve’s cock. She stared at it, wondering if she would ever get something so huge in her mouth.