by King Key
She sneaked up behind him and asked, “Aren’t you too young to wander around without your mommy?”
“Gretel!” He couldn’t suppress a surge of joy. Presenting a stiff upper lip, he added, “I thought about not coming.”
“I can always make you cum,” she said blithely. “On a good night, several times.”
His eyes zigzagged. No one within earshot. He frowned and stroked his moustache. “I wish you wouldn’t embarrass me!”
“Can’t help it. You’re a total embarrassment.” Taking him by the arm, she steered him toward the elevator. “Come along, Richie.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“It makes you feel young and vulnerable. Go with it. Don’t fight it.” When they stepped inside, they were the only passengers in the elevator. “I’ll protect you.” Gretel punched the number for her floor and the button to close the door.
“After the way you treated me at the office, why should I even be here?”
When the elevator door closed, Gretel quickly flashed open her overcoat, baiting Rich with her shiny black catsuit.
“You think that makes up for everything?” he protested. But his wild eyes, eagerly lapping Gretel’s physique, betrayed his obsession. “You think you can dress up like a tart, and I’ll be like putty in your hands?”
“Not until I toss you off. Then your cock will be like putty in my hand.” She pulled her coat closed.
“Gretel, you’re so wicked!”
Gretel pressed close to Rich. “Today I have a special surprise for you.”
He leaned against the wall, his body language tilting from ambivalence to surrender. “If I’m a total embarrassment, you’re a complete surprise. You always get inside my head and turn me into your puppet. How do you do it?”
“Part of my mystique.” She touched his crotch to give him a clue. “A bright young lad like you can figure it out.”
“Very funny. Sex is simple. But anticipating my kinky desires is uncanny. You play me like an accordion. And you’re too young to be so sex savvy! What’s your secret?”
“If you ever understand my mystique, I’ll fuck your brains out, and you’ll forget how I enchant you.” She goosed him lightly.
The elevator doors opened. Gretel waltzed out before Rich realized they were on her floor. The doors started to close. He struggled through the cloud of lust created by Gretel’s steamy presence and overtook the ten-foot gap between them with a brisk pace.
“See? You’re manipulating me again,” he said. “You think you’ve got me in the palm of your hand.”
“Not in the hall!” she admonished him. She unlocked the door to her suite and entered. “You crave my maternal control, Richie. You love my mothering you.”
He followed her inside. “That’s too close to ‘smothering.’ Even when it feels good, it’s annoying. Like I’m trapped.”
“You are trapped. Take your clothes off.”
“Just like that? Just like nothing happened?” Despite his protest, Rich removed his coat, tossed it aside, and unknotted his tie. “Don’t you owe me an apology?”
Gretel nestled close to Rich. “I apologize.” She lulled him into relaxing by sliding his tie back and forth under his collar. Abruptly jerking his tie loose, she tossed it aside. “I apologize for ruining my leather gloves. If I’d used latex, I could’ve washed them.”
“You call that an apology?!”
“Don’t act like a prude. Get naked. You love to strut around in the nude, you exhibitionist.”
“How’d you know that?”
“Don’t fight your feelings.” She unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. “You have a nice body. Don’t be afraid of showing it off.”
“You sound just like …” Rich couldn’t finish the comparison.
Gretel smiled. “And I can be strict like her, too.” She glared at him. “You’d better be undressed when I come back in here, or I’ll give you the worst spanking of your life.” She marched off.
Rich stripped as fast as he could, piling his clothes neatly under the table at the center of the living room of the suite. Impulsively, he walked to the large window and drew the curtains open.
“Excellent,” Gretel entered the room. “More light.”
Rich turned to face her. The light glistened off her patent catsuit, highlighting her breasts and flaring hips, her luscious thighs and shapely calves, packed into elegantly imperious high-heeled boots. His eyes darted to her head, where a black beret covered her upswept hair and large sunglasses masked her emotions. Finally, he saw the dildo sticking out at her crotch.
His face drooped. “You promised I could get you back.”
“A lady can always change her mind,” she smiled sweetly. Her patent-gloved hand looked sensual and aggressive on his arm. She led him to the end of the table opposite the window. “I’ll be the fucker, and you’ll be the fuckee.”
“That defines out relationship, doesn’t it?”
“Get on all fours at this end,” she said. “Face the window. Let the light shine on your naked body. Not a spotlight, but it’ll have to do.”
He followed her instructions. “Why on the table?”
“So I can punk you standing up. I’m too tired to crouch. Busy day.”
He rested his head on the table and spread his legs. “Be gentle,” he half-smiled.
She eased the dildo into him. “This will hurt me more that it does you,” she said.
“Please don’t say that.”
“Does it remind you of your stepmother?”
Rich’s silence answered Gretel’s question. With his hang-up in the open, he was defenseless.
“I told you not to hire Jessica,” she reminded him. “Sure, you fired her. But I made Casper get rid of her.”
“I’m sorry, Gretel.”
“You’re worse than sorry. You’re worthless. But I’ll make a man out of you. Just obey me.” She slid the dildo forward and back, smoothly and rhythmically. He was tighter than Sidney. She’d have to break him down before she could ram him hard. But she enjoyed her gentle ride. After building the momentum, she said, “Close your eyes.”
Sidney entered from the bedroom, positioned himself to one side of the window to avoid blocking the fading daylight, and aimed his digital camera.
“When you open your eyes,” Gretel cautioned, “remain calm. If you try anything, I’ll scream, ‘Intruder!’ You can’t win, so spread your legs wider and enjoy yourself.”
To Rich’s dismay, arousal spread through his loins. Gretel’s sensual expertise guided her dildo to prod and stimulate his prostate gland, pumping blood into his cock and making him hunger for Gretel more than any other woman—not to share eternal love, but to grab her and squeeze tight, to crash together wildly until they unleashed their libidos in a climax consumed with lust and void of love. They’d collapse from near-death exhaustion, glad to have spent their energy in unmatched exhilaration.
When Rich opened his eyes, the sight of Sidney photographing him disgusted him. But Gretel’s virtuoso screwing continued to excite him.
“Don’t try to get away,” Gretel said. “Sidney’s got plenty of pictures. Do what I say, or there’s no telling where those pictures might turn up.” Assuming a sterner voice, she said, “And don’t play with yourself. Wait for my magic touch.”
Rich always felt what could only be described as bittersweet bliss when Gretel cheated him, dangling her luscious booty before him in exchange for whatever she demanded from him. She always got what she wanted, leaving him teased, tormented, and tantalized—but unfulfilled. Her demand not to touch himself made Rich crave Gretel even more, and the elixir of his unbridled desire for her intoxicated him.
“Smile for the camera,” Sidney said.
Rich noticed that lechery, not victory, spread Sidney’s smile. The realization sickened him. “Fun’s over,” Rich said.
Sidney’s oily voice intoned, “You should reconsider. You tell him, Gretel.”
Gretel thrust harder, verball
y and physically. “Fun’s over when I’m through having fun. Not before then. We installed you at BizMart—” Thrust.
“I worked hard to get that job—”
“—And we can take you out of BizMart.” Hard thrust.
Sensing what was coming next, Sidney put the cap back on the camera lens. “My work here is done.” He bustled out of Gretel’s suite.
“Where’s he going?”
“To look at the pictures,” Gretel said. “He adores you.”
“I never knew that before. But the look on his face removed all doubt.” Rich frowned. “Did you embarrass me for fun? So Sidney could whack off?”
“Just pleasing the boss.” Gretel pulled out with a vicious back thrust. “Go shower.”
Rich backed off the edge of the table. “Sidney could’ve hired a hooker to bang me. But you got a kick out it, didn’t you?” He gathered his clothes and stood up.
“Maybe I was jealous,” Gretel countered. “You promised you were through with Jessica. Then you hired her.”
“Casper’s idea.” Rich started toward the bathroom. “Honest. I told him to pick someone else.”
“OK. I believe you.” She waved him away. As he retreated to the shower and turned on the water, she went to her bedroom. Opening a second cubical container of disinfectant, Gretel removed her dildo and put it in the 10-inch box. She pulled her catsuit open to take off the dildo harness. Lathering a washcloth with soap and water, she gave herself a birdbath at her face, neck, and then crotch. Her catsuit was hot, but she zipped it back up. More work to do.
She returned to the living room and sat on the couch. Rich ambled out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his waist, leaving small pools of water as he treaded through the room. Gretel patted the cushion beside her. “Come sit with me.”
“Are we going to…?”
She put her gloved finger to her lips. “Shh! Daddy will be home any minute. Let’s cop a few feel-ups.” She unzipped the top of her catsuit.
Just then Bruiser burst into the room. “What are you doing?’ he demanded. “You little bastard! I leave you alone with my wife, your stepmother, and you can’t keep your hands off her.”
“Now, Mr. Leckie,” Gretel said in that formal tone wives use to take their husbands to task. “Richie wasn’t doing anything. He had a rough day at school. Two of his classmates were expelled.” She winked at Rich when she referred to Kurt and Jessica being kicked out of BizMart “school.” She zipped her top closed again. “I was just trying to comfort him.”
“With cookies and milk?” Bruiser arched an eyebrow. “Don’t you think Richie is too old for breastfeeding?” He advanced menacingly.
Gretel rose. She wanted to compliment Bruiser’s ad-lib but knew she had to stay in character. “Don’t hurt him.”
Bruiser pushed her aside. “Get up, punk. Take this like a man.”
Rich started to his feet, but cowered as he rose. “I didn’t mean anything.” After a pause, he added, “Dad.”
Something snapped in Bruiser’s mind. His right jab smacked Rich’s left eye, and his left uppercut clipped Rich’s chin in a glancing blow.
Rich staggered and fell backward on the couch.
Gretel stared wild-eyed at Bruiser. “What in the hell are you doing, Bru—” She stopped herself. “Mr. Leckie,” she began again, taking words from her script and real life echoes from Rich’s childhood, “leave this instant, or I’ll call the police.” She stepped between Bruiser and Rich.
Bruiser looked confused—at what he’d done, and at Gretel’s words.
Rich, overwhelmed by the memories flooding over him, sobbed softly.
Gretel considered shoving Bruiser but knew he was too unstable for her to take that risk. “Get out. I mean it.”
Bruiser looked distraught. He whispered, “Call me!”
Gretel waved her hands to shoo him away, and he lumbered out like a whipped dog. After the door closed, Gretel walked over to the couch and sat beside Rich. “He’s gone.”
“I’ll get even with him,” Rich vowed.
“Forget that loser. Carve out your own life. I’ll make you a winner.”
“How?” His eyes grew big and childlike.
“Come here, big guy.” She unzipped her top again and poked her right breast at him.
His lips circled her nipple. He sucked eagerly. Leaning his head back, he gazed into her eyes with tender gratitude. “Thank you.” His mouth returned to her breast, caressing her wetly.
Titillating, Gretel thought. The perfect word for this moment. The wonderful, tingly sensation radiated from her breast, through her body, and to her clitoris. If I weren’t saving myself for my lover tonight, Gretel thought, I’d make this lamb go down on me.
She rubbed his cheek with her left hand. Her right hand undid the towel around his waist. She pushed the towel open and played tenderly with his cock. “Tonight, you’ll grow up, Richie,” she said. Her grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly.
“Yes!”
“I’ll make you famous.” She stroked him gently, but clearly to stimulate him, not soothe him. “You want to win Pacesetter of the Year?” She jerked faster. “Tonight?”
“Kurt’s already won it.”
“No, you’ll be the Pacesetter. Leave it to me. Only …”
“Only what?”
“Look at your cock, Richie. So proud and manly. That’s how you’re going to be.”
“Thank you.” He bowed his head. “But your gloved hand is the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. Strong, flashy, wicked, luring me into pleasure with you. It’s completely in control, like you. Kind of rough, though.”
“So perceptive!” She spat in the palm of her left glove, took his cock left-handed without missing a beat, and spat in her right palm. Her lubricated hands alternated frenetically, threatening to make him ejaculate at any moment. “You can be as masculine as your cock, Richie, but only I can shape you into that manhood. Watch it happen.”
He watched. The stark contrast between Gretel’s shiny, black gloves and Rich’s pale, purple-hooded cock ignited his mounting urge. Leaning back as far as he could, he tried to thrust into Gretel’s hands instead of submitting to her manipulation.
She raised her hands completely clear of his cock. “You can’t become a man on your own,” she shook her head. “It takes my touch.”
“I’m sorry, Nicole. I mean, Gretel. You do that better than any other woman. Let me be putty in your hands.”
“Good boy.” She throttled his cock. “I’ll make you powerful. Without me, you’re nothing.”
“That feels so good!” he exclaimed. “Let me do something for you!”
She teased him to the edge of a climax again before easing off. “If I give you something, like Pacesetter of the Year, you have to give me something.” She squeezed him to the peak again.
“Name it! Just don’t stop!”
“Your share of BizMart.” She slowed down her handiwork.
“You got it! Just give it to me! Jerk me off!”
For a prize of that magnitude, Gretel condescended to gratify Rich completely. She brought her right hand, with its thumb-middle finger circle, down Rich’s shaft, then her left, right, and a steady rhythm that gave Rich the illusion of penetrating layer after layer of sensual vagina. He leaned back and humped her hands again. This time Gretel let him.
She kept chanting, “Good boy! Good boy! That’s it, Richie! Good boy!”
Lapsing into his youth, he crooned, “Nicole! Nicole! Nicole!”
When the cum erupted, Rich felt the exhilaration of spurt after spurt, and Gretel drained every last drop she could out of his cock. He kept humping after he had no more to give, finally slumping back on the couch.
“Thank you, Gretel.”
“You may call me Nicole. Tonight, you’re a man, Rich.”
“If I’m a man, you’re Gretel, not Nicole. You made me your man. I’ll sign over my equity in BizMart to you. Tomorrow.”
“Good, darling. Now, get dressed a
nd go to the Constellation.” The Vanguard Society had rented that historic ship, permanently anchored in the harbor, for its ceremonies that evening.
He stood up. “Should I wait for you?”
“No. Leave. If people see us together, they’ll get suspicious. Especially after you win. Sit at a table near the stage, but not with Sidney and me.”
“You think of everything.” He took her gloved hand and kissed it.
To test him, she raised her leg.
He held her booted foot, kissed it, and his cock trembled. When she gazed into the palm of her hand, he nodded in agreement. Her husky laugh stirred him up.
He scrambled for his clothes and she sashayed into her bedroom. Once inside, she moved faster, stripping and starting the shower water. She savored the warm stream briefly before Rich poked his head in the door to her room and called his goodbye. Scrubbing fast and hard, Gretel hurried through her shower. She didn’t feel completely dry when she hooked on her strapless bra and shimmied into her pantyhose, without panties. But time was running short.
She informed the mirror, “I want to look good for Kurt.” She applied her makeup. “Build up his ego. And then humiliate him when I give the award to Rich.” Because her hair remained damp in spots, she swept it up in a chignon, the way she had worn it for Casper. Then the crowning touch: She squirmed into her wicked gold dress and turned to admire herself in the mirror from several angles. “If I look good for Kurt,” she told herself, “I yearn to look fantastic for my precious lover.” When she stepped into her gold pumps with four-inch heels and slid on her gold gloves, Gretel knew she looked fabulous.
She went to the phone and dialed Bruiser’s cell phone. “Bruiser, you botched our plans tonight. I told you not to hit Rich, and you disobeyed. Apologize.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t know what came over me.”
“I’ll give you one more chance. Screw up, and it’s back to prison.”
“Oh, thank you! You’re so nice to me.”