by Riley Moreno
Robert smiled and reached across the table, taking her hands gently in his.
“You know what, Susan? I feel the same. Ever since all these terrible things have happened to me – the death of my fiancée, the drought that killed my horses and the theft of all that gold that's put me in debt and made me have to forfeit my family's lands... Well, ever since these things have happened, I’ve felt like a failure, a loser. Like everything I worked for, everything I earned turned out to be nothing, because I was foolish enough to let all that money get stolen from right under my nose. And I've been unable to talk deeply to anyone about it, because... Because... well, just because I feel like nobody can really relate to me. But with you... I felt something Susan, I felt a connection; a deep, intense connection that went beyond what mere words could say. I saw it in your eyes, and I hoped you had seen it in mine. Now, after talking to you like this... I know that you saw it in my eyes too.”
He gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
“And now, with what you've just proposed to do for me... Well, I can hardly think of anyone in my life who's ever done anything so kind for me. And to make the kind of sacrifice that you're prepared to make, that you've just described... With all the feelings and emotions involved... I really don't know how I could ever repay you for your kindness.”
Susan smiled at him, and her eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
“I haven't done anything yet, Robert. But I will... For you, I'd do... I'd do anything.”
Robert stood up from the table, but kept his fingers wrapped gently around Susan’s hands.
“Stand up,” he said softly.
“Alright.”
Susan stood up, looking down at the floor as she did, suddenly afraid to meet his eyes. However, he took his right hand off of hers and with his forefinger he gently tilted her chin up, so that she was face to face with him.
“You have some of the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen,” he said, “and since I first laid eyes on them – on all of you, in fact – I haven't been able to get you out of my head.”
“I feel the same, Robert. You took my breath away when you walked into my shop... and I'm still trying to get it back, to be honest.”
They stared deeply into each other's eyes for a few more moments, and then Robert, still holding Susan’s hands, leaned in close and kissed her. His lips parted hers with slow languor, and then he slipped his tongue, hot and hungry, into her mouth. She couldn't help but gasp at the intensity of emotion that his passionate kiss brought bubbling to the surface of her consciousness; suddenly she felt a powerful hunger that was almost painful in its intensity waken within her.
She hadn't been with a man since Seamas, and as a sensual, passionate person, she had greatly missed and longed for the intensity of physical contact. She ran her fingers through Robert's hair as they kissed, pulling his head in closer to hers. Their tongues and lips danced a dance of swirling, heightening emotion and arousal, like a winter fire spreading with voracious hunger through dry highland brush. She kissed him with an increasingly passionate fervor, biting and sucking at his lips and tongue as the emotions and intensity billowed within her.
She liked to be in control in these situations; she had a side to her that she hardly ever showed to anyone, but it was a side that she reveled in when she did bring it out into the open; a side that liked to take charge, to direct things, to be in control.
She wondered, as their kissing grew increasingly violent, almost, how Robert would respond to this.
There was only one way to find out.
She pulled her head away from him, breaking off the kiss abruptly. Then with both hands she gripped the front of his poet shirt, where the buttons were – and ripped, as hard as she could. Buttons flew everywhere and the shirt opened wide, revealing a thickly-muscled torso with not an ounce of fat on it.
Robert gasped with surprise, but he smiled devilishly too; he was enjoying this. Susan lunged forward and bit his powerful, broad left pectoral muscle – right over his heart. She pressed her teeth into his flesh – not too deeply, but enough to hurt and make him smart with pain. He shot a hand into her hair and grabbed a handful of it, using it to pull her head back, away from his chest – and like her, he used force; enough to cause a little pain, but not excessively so.
She reached down to his kilt, and grabbed the waist of it with both hands, even as he continued to pull her head back. Without even being able to see what she was doing, she yanked down as hard as she could, pulling his kilt down to his knees.
She reached straight for her target, and wrapped her hands around its length and girth. Robert kept her head pulled back, so she couldn't even see the beast she was dealing with, but she could certainly feel it. And it was starting to throb in her hands, growing longer, thicker and harder with every pulse of red-hot blood that gushed into it.
“Wait,” gasped Robert, breathing heavily with pleasure.
Susan, however, ignored him. She took one hand off the growing animal and used it to lever his arm off of her hair. Now, with her head freed, she locked a sensual, lustful gaze into his eyes, and in those orbs she saw her own immense desire mirrored.
She lowered herself down onto her knees, so that Robert's member was right in front of her face, but all the while she maintained eye contact with him; never once did she break the gaze.
She could smell his scent down here, with this beast – which was now as hard as any granite pillar – right in front of her, right under her nose, right in front of her lips. It was a strong scent; immensely manly and masculine, and this got her pulse racing like never before.
With one hand on the immense pillar of flesh, she opened her mouth and took as much of it as she could inside of her, which prompted a loud, protracted moan of pleasure from Robert, as her tongue caressed his cock inside her mouth. He was larger than Seamas, quite a lot larger in fact, and she wondered how he would feel entering another part of her body. A part that was, at this moment, getting very hot, very wet, and very ready to take him inside.
Still, that could wait – not for long, but for a little while. She had to savor in this enjoyment of being in charge, of directing things to go exactly as she wanted them to go.
With her right hand, she started rubbing back and forth, mimicking this motion with her lips, and with her left hand she started to caress the huge, bulbous pouch of flesh that hung below his cock.
He leaned back against the table, holding onto its edge with a white-knuckled grip, causing the wood to shudder and bump as spasms of pleasure rippled through his body.
“Oh God Susan,” he gasped through gritted teeth, “Oh God, oh God!”
She started working his member harder and faster, causing him to lean back even more and grip the table with such force that it seemed as if he would crack and splinter the wood itself.
She hoped that he wasn't getting too close to cumming, because she was only getting started. Judging by the way his body was shuddering, though, she figured that he may be; it was time to switch things up.
Abruptly, she pulled his cock out of her mouth. It came out with a pop from the suction, and Robert staggered back. Susan grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts, and instantly he took the cue. He started squeezing and massaging them, and quickly slipped his fingers inside her blouse so that he could caress and squeeze her nipples.
She carried on working his shaft and head with her hands, but now it was her turn to indulge in some pleasure of her own. She took her hands off of his beast, and put them on his shoulders. While he continued to cares and massage her breasts, she forced him down, pushing hard on his shoulders so that he fell to his knees.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said.
She gripped his head, taking a handful of his hair in each hand, and pulled his head into her crotch.
“I can feel the heat coming from between your legs,” he whispered. “It's like a blacksmith's forge...”
“Taste it,” she said as she pulled his head closer in. “Taste th
e heat that's waiting for you down there.”
He let go of her breasts and lifted up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear; her pussy was right in his face, unobscured. She grabbed his right wrist and directed his hand between her legs.
“God, it's wet,” he gasped as her fluids dripped from the opening between her thighs onto his waiting hand. His slipped two fingers inside of her, and she was so wet that they glided in right to his knuckles without any effort on his behalf. She gasped as she felt his digits inside of her. He immediately began moving them, pulling back as if making a 'come here' gesture. He placed gentle but firm rhythmic pressure against the inside of her cunt, rubbing in and out as he did so. Susan felt waves of pleasure starting to course through her veins, spreading their tingles of joy throughout every nerve ending.
Still, she did not want to relinquish control; she wanted to be the one in charge here, and she maintained her tight grip on his hair, which she kept in bundles in her fists, and pulled his face deep into her, spreading her legs wider as she did.
He carried on working his fingers inside of her, but now he began to kiss and nibble at the edges of her pussy. He started moaning with pleasure as he began to devour her; he was obviously enjoying this as much as she was.
Then his tongue found her clit, which at this stage was just begging for attention. He started licking and sucking on it, and each movement he made with his lips and tongue sent more and more intense waves of pleasure ripping through her body.
This was it; this was when she could no longer hold onto that control that she craved. Still, she did her best, trying to retain focus – but she could not. The ecstasy was all too immense, and she could feel an orgasm brewing, swirling within the depths of her core like a hurricane forming in the heat of a tropical summer.
It swirled and whirled its madness, erupting with a sudden violence through her system. Still, Robert kept on licking and sucking, and working his fingers inside of her, keeping his rhythm even and steady; he knew what he was doing. Susan had all but lost control now, and she felt the beginnings of yet another orgasm rippling through her.
After a few minutes of Robert's steady, relentless actions on her quivering cunt, the second orgasm fired through her like oil catching alight. Her knees buckled with the immensity of the joy, and she let out a long, protracted moan of sheer bliss.
Now she could not wait any longer. She had to have him – all of him – inside her, right now.
She reached own, still panting and gasping from the force of the double orgasms, and she pulled his head away from her crotch.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, breathing hard. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
Robert needed no further encouragement. He stood up, turned her around so that she was facing toward the table and away from him, and then spread her long, lithe legs apart. Then he gripped a handful of her hair and forced her forward, so that she was half-bent over the table, and had to support the weight of her upper body on the surface of the table with straight-locked arms. Then he pulled her skirt down, so that her lower body was bare. He left her blouse on, but slipped his hands under it so that he could grab onto her breasts, using them as grips to stabilize his body.
Then he maneuvered his huge cock between her wide-spread thighs, and started feeding it, inch by glorious inch, into her hot, soaking-wet hole. She gasped as he began entering her; half with pleasure, half with pain, for she had never before experienced girth like his. But now that she had started this, there was no stopping it.
“Deeper,” she gasped. “deeper Robert, deeper.”
He started thrusting, and with each thrust he began to move faster and go inside of her deeper. Eventually, he had fit the entirety of his cock into her, and he held it there, still, for a few moments, so that she could appreciate its immense size,
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “I've never felt this full. Never...”
He gripped her hair and pushed her down, so that now her upper body was almost flat against the tabletop. Now it was Robert who was in control.
He stared thrusting in long, measured strokes, pulling out until he almost came out of her, and then thrusting in long and deep until he was buried hilt-deep. Each and every thrust sent fresher and more intense waves of pleasure through her body; she could now feel a third orgasm coming on.
Robert began thrusting harder and harder, with a more and more beastly, animalistic fury, until he was jackhammering with the vehemence of a madman and shouting out like a wild beast.
Then the third orgasm hit, and Susan began cumming with a force she had never before experienced. She felt something squirting out of her as she came, and the force and volume of it caused it to run down her legs. At that very moment Robert pulled out of her, shouting and crying out as he too began to cum. She felt the heat of his sticky issue spraying all over her buttocks, again and again; it seemed that an impossible amount of cum was bursting out of the monster between his legs.
Eventually, he stopped, and he staggered back, gasping and panting like a chased-down wolf.
He fell onto the floor, and Susan staggered over and collapsed next to him, sweating and panting.
“I think,” he uttered between gasps, “That that might have been the best it's ever been in my whole life.”
“And I think.” she said, “that I may be falling in love”.
He smiled.
“I'm already ahead of you there, Susan. I'm already ahead of you there.”
CHAPTER 7
Susan checked her makeup in the mirror one last time. She made a few minor adjustments to her hair, and then breathed in deeply as she mentally prepared herself for what she needed to do.
Behind her Robert sat in a chair, biting nervously on his knuckles.
“You don't have to do this,” he said softly. “If we think hard, we can surely find another way.”
Even though a swirling tempest of emotions was surging through her veins, Susan remained calm and resolute.
“You've lost everything because of Seamas and Lord MacNally. I'm the key to exposing their guilt, and therefore getting it back. There's no evidence they've left behind of their crimes – they're far too smart for that. But I know Seamas well, and he doesn't know that I have any idea who you are. We have that advantage over them. And I know his weaknesses, and how to get him to talk. I know you don't like the idea, and trust me, as the one who has to actually do this, I like it even less than you do. But there is no other way, Robert, there really is no other way. If we want a future together, we need land, we need savings and financial security. And how can we have that when you've been cheated out of everything you own, with absolutely no way of getting it back?”
Robert shook his head and sighed. Susan was right; there was no other way.
“All I can say then, is that I owe you a greater debt than I can ever repay,” he said.
She turned to him and smiled.
“Love, my dear... For love, I'd do anything.”
“As would I,” he said with tears rimming his eyes.
They had been together for a week now, since that first time they had made love, and even though it had been only a short while in the greater scheme of things, each knew that they did not want to ever be apart from one another again. The connection each had felt for the other was like nothing else they had ever experienced in life. Each knew that this was love, pure, simple and unquestionably true.
And this made what Susan was about to do even harder – but as she had said, there was no other way.
“It's time,” she said.
Robert nodded sadly.
“Alright. I'll be thinking of you.”
“And I of you.”
Susan stood up, walked over to him and kissed him slowly and deeply. Then, without saying a word, she walked out of the store into the street.
Seamas McSwiggan woke up to sunlight streaming bright through his window, burning his shirtless torso.
“Bah!” he cursed. “I hate waking up when it's still lig
ht outside!”
He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his whiskey flask, taking a long draft of it, and then wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked next to him; the bed was empty, and had been for the last three days. The father of his little seventeen-year-old plaything, a hoary old police constable, had come and taken the girl away, threatening Seamas with the full force of the law if he tried to get her back. Seamas had complied; he knew that his own father's influence and money would keep him out of jail, but with all the hassle involved with going to court and appearing before a judge – even if he would get off without even a slap on the wrist – would be too much bother. He didn't care a jot for the girl anyway; he just liked her body, and in this city, there were plenty more young and willing bodies to be found for fun.
He rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed, and went immediately to his pile of clothes, strewn across the room from stumbling in and undressing the night before in a state of blind drunkenness. He rifled through the pockets of his expensive, extravagant
coat and pants, breathing out a sigh of relief as he found his gold purse, which was heavy with coins even after all the partying he had been doing; the last 'job' he'd done for his good friend Lord MacNally had resulted in a very profitable score. Some silly old widow had lost her house and farmland, and all her savings in the process, but... what did he care? The old hag could go and join a nunnery, they always took in the destitute and needy, as long as they recited some words and put on a habit. He felt no guilt for what he'd done.
Today's business would involve shopping – he'd had enough of this scarlet outfit. He would much prefer a navy blue or purple one for the coming week. And there'd be drinking and dancing, as always. And finding another female body to use and abuse; yes, this need was paramount. It might even be more important than shopping.