Naughty And Wicked And Sweet 1

by Sweet

  Grinning like a cat who'd just caught a mouse, she ran downstairs, leaping over the last four steps in her hurry and bolted for the garage. Scanning the workbench and pulling open drawers, she found the tools she needed and packed them into a well-worn metal toolbox so she could carry them back up to the hallway.

  She first traced the outline of the doorway with a razor blade, stripping back layers of wallpaper as she went. There were several layers to get through, and it was clear that no one had used this doorway for many years. When she finally felt something hard that the razor wouldn't penetrate, she started in with a thin chisel, chipping away at what was underneath. White dusty chips of gyp-rock fell to the floor around her, and she soon uncovered the edge of the original door-frame. Someone had stripped off the moulding and filled in the space with a gyp-rock panel to smooth out where the door had once been.

  From there, it was a simple matter of using a crowbar to punch a hole into the gypsum plaster board and tearing backwards to pull it off in dinner-plate-sized chunks. When she'd broken or yanked off every last piece, she was left with an ornate wooden door with a metal handle and lock plate. The door was locked, but the keyhole was old and large, and designed in a time when the average person didn't know much about how exactly keys worked.

  Bayley wasn't an average person. In her senior year of college, she'd written a piece comparing nineteenth century and contemporary lock construction and the people who tested supposedly un-pickable locks. She'd been fascinated by how easy it was for these people to bypass complicated sets of pins and tumblers, and had learned quite a bit about doing this herself.

  This lock was so old that the keyhole was almost large enough for her to get her pinky finger into. Rooting through the toolbox, she found a roll of heavy gauge wire and unrolled a length that she then doubled back on itself before folding the end into a short right angle. She poked this piece into the keyhole and began feeling for the lock mechanism. There was a definite protrusion inside the lock, but it seemed old and seized in place. She tried to flick it both up and down several times before finally hitting it just the right way and being rewarded with the light click! of success.

  The door swung open with a twist of the knob and she could just make out the edges of a stairwell disappearing up into the darkness. Retrieving a flashlight from the toolbox, she shone the light into the gloom and followed the stone steps upwards to a second door. This one was unlocked and gave way at her touch.

  She opened the door and her flashlight beam spilled into a large space completely shut away from the outside world. She'd seen windows in the room from the outside, but this room was sealed so tightly that not a sliver of sunlight made its way inside. Panning her light over the walls, she saw why. Each of the windows had been boarded up from the inside.

  Again, she retreated to the toolbox to retrieve the crowbar she'd left lying next to the discarded pile of plaster. The discovery of the room thrilled her, and she was tempted to find Shane right away, but she decided that it would be all the more impressive if she could open one or two of those windows before showing him her new writing room.

  The boards blocking the first window came off easily enough, and Bayley was able to unlatch the shutter and open it to let the morning sunlight flood into the room. The moment she did so, she felt a tingle between her legs and the warmth of the sun seemed to melt her body. The desire to feel her own hands on her body was so overwhelming that she tore her shirt and bra off and sat on the windowsill fondling her breasts.

  Tilting her head back and moaning softly, she cupped her flesh and rolled the nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Electric tingles surged through her, and she pinched her swollen nipples until pain mixed into the pleasure. The urge to be naked was irresistible, and soon she was sitting on the wide windowsill, pulling her pants and underwear down around her ankles, kicking them off into the middle of the room. Sitting there with the sunlight on her back and a breeze blowing in around her, she dipped her fingers into the opening between her legs and felt the honey dripping out of herself.

  Bayley slid two fingers deep into her sex, curling them upwards repeatedly to stimulate the pleasure center on her inner sanctum. Feeling a glowing warmth building in her stomach, she used the middle finger of her other hand to rub at the swollen nub of her clit, bringing herself to a body shaking orgasm in mere seconds.

  Leaning against the side of the window frame, she luxuriated in the echoes of pleasure that still pulsed through her body and slipped her fingers slowly out of her sex. They were dripping with her juices, and she put them in her mouth to lick them clean. She'd never tasted herself like this, and the musky earthiness of the sticky honey was turning her on again. Her finger drifted back towards her clit, and she brought herself to another climax. She sucked on the fingers that had come out of her pussy, pausing only to run them along the edge of her opening again to scoop up more of the delicious nectar.

  Shaking her head, trying to regain control of her senses, she hopped down off the windowsill and gathered up all of her clothes. She didn't know what had just happened to her, but one thing was for sure: she needed to show Shane this room.

  Chapter Seven

  SHANE WAS IN his office talking on his cell phone when Bayley found him. She'd dressed and recovered somewhat, although her skin still tingled with the aftereffects of having two intense orgasms in such a short span of time. Waiting for him to wrap up the call, she sat in one of the high-backed leather chairs and admired what Shane had found for his office.

  The walls on either side were lined with tall bookshelves, filled with old leather books and various curiosities that might belong to a nineteenth century traveler. Two paintings filled the space on either side of the door, and a low cabinet was home to several crystal liquor decanters. The room was the sort of den that many men might dream about having, and she could tell that apart from a few of his own books and the computer setup, Shane had left the room with all of this decor in place.

  That was the ultimate downside to her new writing room. She hadn't spent more than a few minutes in there after opening up the window, but it had been clear that the room contained absolutely nothing but a rough stone floor and a few windows. She'd have to look around the house to see if there was a desk and some bookshelves she could liberate. After all, if they weren't using some of the other rooms, then what was the point of leaving them fully furnished?

  "Who was that?" she asked when Shane put the phone back down on his desk.

  "Our internet provider. We're locked in for tomorrow afternoon. I was just trying to figure out the difference between Ultra High Speed Personal and Mega Business High Speed. Seems like one is just a more expensive name for the same download speeds."

  "Oh, that's interesting," said Bayley, grinning widely.

  "No, it's not interesting. What did you do?"

  "Me? Do? Nothing much." She got out of her chair and walked to the bookcase, playfully spinning a large globe in its copper frame. "I just discovered a hidden tower room on the top floor of the house."

  "Wait, you actually found a secret room?"

  "Yes, and it's so perfect for my writing room! I want you to see it right now. There's nothing in there, of course, because it was all sealed up. I figure I can just take some furniture from one of the other rooms we're not using and move the pieces up there. It's not like...".

  "Okay, okay, show me already." Shane hopped up and followed her out the door.

  They emerged onto the third floor hallway, and Shane took in the mess of gyp-rock, curled sheets of torn wallpaper, and tools scattered everywhere.

  "What on earth did you do here?"

  "Don't worry about that," she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. "Look at what I found underneath."

  Shane felt at the edges of the doorway as though he was afraid he was looking at a detailed painting or an illusion instead of what an actual secret passageway. "I can't believe you really found this."

  "It gets better," she said, op
ening the door. "Grab that crowbar. I want to get a few more windows open."

  Shane followed her into the darkness of the stairwell and up to the circular room. They each moved to a window and worked at prying off the boards that covered the shutters. Bayley was a little relieved to have regained some sense of control over her sexual desires, and she glanced over at the window, blushing at the memory of what she'd done to herself there less than an hour ago.

  Sunlight poured into the room as they pulled open the shutters to two more large windows. Natural light now filled every inch of the perfectly round room, and Bayley felt a familiar weakness in her knees as the warmth washed over her. She turned to look at Shane and saw immediately that he was experiencing something similar.

  They moved towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room and kissing furiously. Hands tore at clothing as they hurried to strip each other down to bare skin. Bayley was down to nothing but her panties when Shane reached down and pulled at the delicate fabric, tearing it from the waistband downwards, causing the fabric to rip open to the legs. With a quick jerk, he pulled it clean off and flung it over his shoulder, his hands flying back to her ass cheeks and pulling her towards him.

  She could feel his hot, hard manhood pressing into her stomach, and she wriggled down out of his grasp to kneel in front of him.

  "I want you to slap me in the face with your cock," she said, thrilled at the words coming out of her mouth. She'd never said anything so dirty and for a split second, she worried that Shane might be disgusted by her actions.

  She had little to fear though, because one of his hands grasped the base of his shaft while the other gripped the back of her head and held in her in place as he smacked his meat on her lips and cheeks. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick at him and gasped as he plunged himself into her mouth. Still holding the back of her head, he thrust his rod in and out of her mouth as she struggled to breathe.

  Moaning around her full mouth to let him know she was enjoying it, she braced herself against his thighs and pushed her mouth as far down on him as she could go. His pubic hairs tickled her nose, and she felt the tip of his manhood pressing into the back of her throat. With a slight gag, she pulled away from him, a trail of saliva dangling from her mouth to his pulsing cock.

  "Oh yeah, you like that, you little slut?"

  Shane had always been a generous and polite lover, and she was taken aback by his aggressive tone. At the same time, she felt a pulse in her stomach that craved more of this rough and dirty version of her fiancée.

  "Mmm, yeah. I love it. Now I want that cock in my pussy. You want to fuck my little pussy?" she purred.

  Shane grabbed her shoulders and twisted her away from him as he knelt behind her. Gripping a butt cheek in each hand, he spread her open and thrust his cock into her wet pink opening. Squeezing the soft flesh of her ass and using it as leverage, he began slamming himself in and out of her, and the sound of their flesh slapping echoed throughout the empty room.

  Bayley cried out loudly, knowing that there was no one in a few miles that could possibly hear their noises. "Yeah baby. Fuck me nice and hard."

  Shane grunted like an animal and shifted his hands to her waist to pull her against him with each thrust. Again and again, he pounded himself into her, groaning with the effort. After a few minutes, he slowed his movement and eased himself out of her until just the tip of his cock was parting her lips. He held himself there for a moment, and then pulled himself out completely.

  The sound of the smack hit Bayley's ears before she felt the luxurious sting on the flesh of her butt cheek. Again the hand came in and a spiderweb of pleasurable pain rippled through her. Shane spanked her hard again and then lowered himself until he was able to lick at her exposed sex. Running his tongue between her pussy lips, he probed inside of her and licked at her juices, rubbing at her swollen bud with his thumb.

  Bayley arched her back downwards and tilted her hips up towards his face as he licked and rubbed her in just the right way. His tongue took over for his thumb and every flick of her clit sent a shiver of excitement through her.

  "I'm so close, just keep licking. Oh yeah, just like that," she cried, shutting her eyes and giving herself over to the explosion building within.

  Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Shane pulled his face away and left her gasping deliriously. The break was short lived, however, and she felt a light slapping of his cock against her bum before it slipped back into her wetness and returned to thrusting deep inside of her. Shane leaned forward and reached around as he fucked her, using his finger to rub at her clit. She rose up against him and grabbed her breast, teasing her nipple and reveling in the stimulation of so many erotic zones at one time.

  Her other hand clutched at Shane's arm where he worked furiously against her clit. As his rotations synced up with the rhythmic movement of his manhood inside of her, she felt the convulsions of her stomach and sex that indicated a massive climax on its way. Unable to do anything but repeat a loud "Oh, oh, oh," she writhed in his grasp and pushed herself back against him as the orgasm reached full strength.

  Her clit became so sensitive that she had to rip Shane's hand away. Now that it was his turn to finish, he bent her back down beneath him and resumed the long strokes that brought him immense pleasure. Her climax had set her nerve endings afire and she felt as though each jabbing motion of his cock was penetrating right to the core of her being. When he grabbed her hair into a bunch and pulled her backwards into him, she grunted and pushed back, slapping her butt into his hips and squeezing her pussy tight as he slid in and out of her.

  Shane released the grip on her hair and pulled out of her quickly, spinning her around to face him.

  "Open your mouth," he said. "I'm going to cum all over your face."

  She did as he ordered, smiling up at him and licking her lips in anticipation. His hand grasped the base of his cock and jerked rapidly, his stomach clenching as the first hot jet of cum splashed out onto her face and lips. Several waves of the white sticky mess pumped out onto her, and she licked at them with her tongue. Grabbing his cock in her own hand, she put it back in her mouth and sucked the last thick drops out of him while he whimpered with delight.

  Bayley pulled away and wiped at the cum on her face. She licked more of the gooey mess off her fingers and sat back on her heels. "That was amazing."

  Shane stood above her, his rigid member standing at stiff attention. "What do you mean 'was'?" he asked with a grin. "I'm not done with you yet."

  "Are you ready to go again?" she asked, surprised at his unusually quick rebound.

  "Come here and I'll show you."

  She wiped the last bit of cum off her face and rose to meet him. He kissed her passionately, his tongue probing deep into her mouth as he lifted her up and settled her down onto himself. Slowly, he lifted her up and down, his shaft penetrating her with every downward stroke. Bayley closed her eyes and let herself go, focusing only on the feeling of her lover's lips against hers and the beautiful joining of their most intimate parts.

  Chapter Eight

  FOR SEVERAL HOURS, they'd joined in every combination they knew and some they'd later admit to never having thought possible. Bayley loved multiple orgasms as much as the next girl, but she usually found herself too sensitive to enjoy more than three or four before needing a break. Shane was no different and typically needed a good twenty to thirty minutes to recharge after his own climax. There was something about the mysterious, walled-off tower room that allowed them to ignore these limitations and to just keep at it as long as they both wanted. Their energy was limitless, and each new orgasm seemed more intense and longer-lasting than the one before it.

  Realizing that they might lose track of time in there, they'd hurried out of the room without even bothering to collect their clothes. After showering and fixing themselves something to eat, they sat at the kitchen table, wondering what had happened to their day. It had been mid-morning when Bayley had first taken Shane into t
he room, and now it was already well into the evening.

  "It feels like a dream," said Bayley, toying with a piece of crusty bread on her plate. "A really vivid dream."

  "I know," answered Shane. He reached for the wine bottle and poured the last of it into his glass. "Did you really ask me to slap you in the face with my...uh....”

  Bayley flushed bright red at the memory. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did. Sorry about that."

  "No, no! Don't apologize."

  "So ...you liked that?"

  "Yeah, I loved everything we did in there. From what I remember of the sounds you were making and the things you were saying, I got the impression you did, too."

  She popped the piece of bread in her mouth. "I think there's something weird about that room. I was in there when I first found it and after I opened the window, I started feeling really...horny." Bayley then told him about her self-pleasuring and how out of character some of her actions had felt.

  "So you think there's some sort of energy or spell in that room?"

  "I guess it sounds crazy to say it out loud, but don't tell me you didn't feel it in there. We both did things, great things, that I'd never have imagined either of us suggesting under normal circumstances."

  Shane stood up and collected the dishes. As he rinsed off their plates, he thought about the house and the room upstairs. The energy and lust they had felt was undeniable, but could it really be that the room itself was somehow sexually charged like some capacitor for sexual energy?

  "Maybe we should invite Erica and James down for the weekend. They said they wanted to come visit us, and we can figure out a way to get them to test the room."