by Liz Gavin
“I never said I wanted your pussy. I said I loved your ass. You’ve gotta learn to trust me, babe.”
Sher’s shallow breathing echoed inside Rita’s ears as her lover grounded her soaking wet sex against Rita’s ass, banging her deep, pushing her forward with each stabbing movement. Rita felt the trembling flesh around Sher’s end of the dildo. It wouldn’t be long now.
Sherri shouted and crashed against Rita’s body pressing her onto the mattress as she erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm. Rita turned around to cradle her lover’s soft and trembling body as the waves hit her.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered inside Sher’s mouth.
Their kiss went on forever but Rita’s body was about to explode.
“Sher, hon, I need to come. Please.”
They locked eyes and Sher’s were still unfocused but she had a knowing expression on. She slowly covered Rita’s mouth with hers, nibbling at her full lower lip as she pinched her engorged clit. As her tongue penetrated Rita’s hot mouth, she twisted the hard nub between her fingers and drank the other woman’s shouts of ecstasy.
It took a long time for Rita to come down from the heavenly spot Sher led her to but she landed in the safety of Sher’s arms. “Thank you, hon.”
Their bodies fit together perfectly and just before she fell asleep Rita smiled when she realized she was still wearing the red dress and high heels.
On the luxury car, Rita was pumping her sex as she relived those glorious moments. Her left hand spread her folds apart so that her right fingers probed her scorching core. She jumped out of her skin when a handsome man appeared on a screen in front of her.
“That’s a ‘no-no’ Miss Collins.”
With her heart beating like crazy against her rib cage, Rita sat up straight and pulled her hand out of her dripping channel.
“Your pussy is mine now. Remember?”
Her body reacted funny at the famous Mr. Ferguson catching her red-handed: more liquid pooled inside her.
“You don’t use it without my permission. Is that understood?”
She didn’t trust her voice so she nodded.
“Good. Lick your fingers and tell me how you taste.”
Rita hesitated. She couldn’t tell if she resented the fact he was a man or his commanding tone. Being used to giving orders, Rita wasn’t very good at taking them.
“I’m not a patient man.”
The way he raised one perfect eyebrow emphasized the remark so effectively that Rita lifted her hand to her mouth and did as she was told. She held his gaze – a dark shade of amber with specks of green. Remarkable color. Mesmerizing eyes that bored into her as if reaching for her soul. She sighed.
“Your moans tell me you taste divine. Is that how you taste Miss Collins?”
“I taste fine.”
“Hmm I’ll be the judge of that later then. I’d hate to find out I’ve acquired something that’s below par. Par meaning perfect, that is.”
He actually winked at her betraying his youth. James Ferguson was only twenty-nine and the perfect result of an old-money upbringing except for his open homosexuality. Everyone knew he was gay and dated another billionaire named Ronald Westminster. Few people knew he was in fact bisexual. Fewer – not even his boyfriend - were aware of something Rita found out recently. James Ferguson had a thing for virgins. He enjoyed being the first man to have sex with a woman. His great looks would win them over while his deep pockets would safeguard his privacy in the form of generous confidentiality agreements. He picked and chose the most stunning women.
“No worries though. You’re gorgeous, Miss Rita Collins. The pictures and video you sent me didn’t do you justice.”
“I hope I can please you, sir,” Rita’s hesitant statement was very uncharacteristic. She didn’t understand why he made her feel like an insecure teenager. She used to be a strong-willed woman up until a few minutes ago. What’s wrong with me?
“Miss Collins you read our contract before signing it I suppose.”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Just so we are clear, I’d like you to confirm some things out loud. You’ll be recorded.”
“Absolutely.”
“You’re aware that we’re still in the assessment phase. You’ll have to go through a personal interview before we finalize the agreement. Correct?”
“Yes.”
“You know you would be in breach of contract if you lied about anything. Namely, if you lied about being a virgin.”
“I know that, sir.”
“You should also know that, in case you fail the assessment tasks, you won’t receive full payment since I won’t fuck you. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” this time her voice sounded less confident.
“Relax. I may be a demanding buyer but I’m also a fair one. If we come to that, you’ll still get a generous compensation for your time and efforts.”
“Thank you, sir,” her face burned and she knew it was red.
“Very well. One last thing. I won’t get to New York before the weekend. I had to attend a last-minute meeting in San Francisco. I told my assistant to interview you,”
Rita couldn’t hide her apprehension. She had recently started a new job and couldn’t afford to miss any workdays on account of Mr. Ferguson’s schedule.
“You look scared. Don’t be. Miss Harris knows what she must do. I’ll supervise the procedures from here. Plus, you’ll be in very good hands. See you soon.”
Before Rita had a chance to say anything the screen turned black again. She didn’t have time to process that last information because the driver pulled over in front of a gorgeous high-rise office building. She got out and stood on the sidewalk, gawking at it. The driver handed her suitcase and bid goodbye but she hardly noticed as she studied the glass and metal modern building. It was tall and impressive. Walking towards the revolving golden door, she read the words ‘Ferguson Building’ engraved in black marble and the enormity of her crazy adventure started to dawn on her.
What am I doing? The guy has a whole fucking building named after him!
Squaring her shoulders, Rita entered the building and stopped at a sleek wooden counter where the receptionists worked, “How can I help you?”
“I’m here for Mr. James Ferguson. My name’s Rita Collins.”
The woman typed something into her computer and a wide smile replaced her stern expression, “Miss Collins, please take the elevator to the top floor. His assistant will meet with you there.”
When the polished metal doors opened on the seventieth floor, Rita felt like a heavyweight fighter knocked her out. She had to mentally command her legs to take a few steps and carry her out of the elevator.
“Are you all right, Miss Collins?”
God Almighty, even her voice sounds gorgeous!
Rita tried to answer the stunning woman standing in front of her but it was impossible. She swallowed hard and mumbled, “I’m fine”.
“Pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Collins,” the woman offered her a perfectly manicured hand, which Rita held out of good manners. Her brain shut down. “Mr. Ferguson asked me to conduct your interview. I’ll do my best to put you at ease.”
I doubt this golden goddess will succeed in doing that.
“Thank you, miss…”
“Oh, silly me. Alexa Harris. Please call me Alexa.”
She led Rita down an endless corridor until they reached a wooden door. When she opened it, Rita stepped into a spacious meeting room big enough for thirty people. There wasn’t anyone there. Apparently, the whole floor was deserted.
“This is Mr. Ferguson’s private meeting room. Actually, this is his private floor. Nobody will disturb us here.”
Rita’s step faltered. She was unsure whether she felt relieved or worried knowing she was alone with that woman. She looked too perfect to be real. And definitely too attractive for Rita’s peace of mind. Alexa’s phone buzzed and she smiled broadly as she read the message.
“Mr. Ferguson will start the vid
eo conference in a sec. Meanwhile, I need to take care of something for him. Please make yourself comfortable. Be right back.”
CHAPTER 4
ALEXA
Alexa rushed out of the room before her emotions betrayed her. In all the years she worked for James Ferguson, never had she felt that way about a candidate. Granted, Rita Collins was stunning; but there was an extra something about her she couldn’t pinpoint. She entered James’s office without knocking, which she never did. Alexa caught her boss up in a compromising position. Literally. His other assistant, Harry, was on his knees giving James Ferguson the longest blowjob ever, while he gazed at the video wall behind Harry where a series of screens formed a larger-than-life image of Miss Collins. She was obediently waiting for Alexa next door. Rita had no clue James watched her every move since she boarded his jet in Boston or that he lied about San Francisco. It was part of the assessment, a way to throw the candidate off guard. When she started masturbating on the limo, he asked Alexa to summon Harry to take care of his hard-on. Now, James closed his eyes and Alexa knew that expression all too well. He was about to come. Years earlier, James became her first lover. Although she never regretted the act all her following lovers were women. She was gay before sleeping with James yet he ruined other men for her. He was that fascinating.
“Awesome, as always, my sweet Harry,” James patted the young assistant on the shoulders and got a wide smile in response. After Harry left, James turned to Alexa, “What’s your verdict?”
“Congrats, James. You’ve outdone yourself. She is priceless.”
“Everyone keeps telling me that. Even her partner. Sherri told me Rita’s one of a kind. She’s terrified I’ll snatch Rita away from her. Out of the question, by the way,” he chuckled.
“I know. Sherri sounded like they’ve been together forever.”
“Not true. They met a couple of years ago. Anyway, what’s so special about Rita Collins?”
“Impossible to explain. You’ve got to be around her to feel it.”
“Hmm, intriguing. I should call off your assessment and get down to business, huh?”
“Your call.”
“Oh, Alexa, you should see your face!” His amused laughter rang in the air. “Relax. I won’t cheat you out of some fun. Besides, you deserve it.”
Alexa didn’t hide her relief, “In that case, I’d better get back. We don’t want her to get cold feet, right?”
“Absolutely. Go for it.”
CHAPTER 5
RITA
While Ms. Harris was out, Rita tried to relax reminding herself she was a happy woman in a committed relationship who loved her partner deeply. Why the hell did she want to throw Ms. Alexa Harris on that polished table and bury her tongue inside her tight pussy until they were both screaming? Rita conjured up Sherri’s image to mind trying to get if off the curvaceous blonde with a sinful mouth but managed to envision a sizzling threesome instead.
Oh, what the hell? Mr. Ferguson bought my body not my mind.
She crossed her legs and squared her shoulders. Relaxing against the soft chair, she closed her eyes, contracting and relaxing her inner muscles. Rita imagined Alexa’s heart-shaped face and large breasts, her naked round thighs and perfect ass. She pictured Sherri over her and Alexa under her. Suddenly the scene changed and both of them were cuffed to her bed, spreading their legs for her, inviting her. As she imagined the two gorgeous women in every conceivable sexual situation, Rita felt hot liquid pooling inside her lower body. If only she could shove a finger inside her sex and get off, she would get the orgasm of a lifetime.
“Sorry I kept you waiting, Miss Collins. Can I call you Rita?”
Yanked out of the delicious daydream, Rita spun the chair around to face the door and almost came, “Oh my god!”
Alexa Harris stood there wearing her birthday suit and a bright smile. She couldn’t be more alluring. All of a sudden Rita felt like it was Valentine’s and Christmas at the same time. Santa how can you do this to me? Bring me a gift like this and expect me not to be naughty?
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she came to stand in front of Rita, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up.
The raw desire in Alexa’s stare did nothing to improve Rita’s self-control and practically obliterated any thoughts of Sherri, Mr. Ferguson or anything else that didn’t smell like that golden personification of sin. Alexa hypnotized Rita as she gently cupped her cheeks running her thumbs over the young woman’s lips. Unable to resist, Rita turned her face to capture a finger and suck at it.
“You’re more gorgeous up-close. How do you do that?”
“You’re stunning, too, Alexa.”
Their bodies almost touched and Rita felt the heat waves radiating then enveloping them in a sensual haze.
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Powerless
Meet Carol Anne Sullivan, a burnt-out stock broker from New York, who’s having a hard time managing her business and dealing with the frustrations in her love life. Mark, her P.A. and current lover, is not getting the job done. Her clients hysterically demand her attention 24/7 and expect her to solve the world’s economic crisis to save their investments. She’s frustrated, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, when a new employee catches her eye. She finds herself daydreaming about a naughty young girl. The thing is, though, she’s never felt like that about another woman. So what’s eating her now?
*** This short-story is intended for adults only! It contains graphic language plus kinky scenes involving a stressed out stockbroker, a gorgeous ex-jock P.A. and a naughty young receptionist. Plus first-time girl on girl action, fingering, naughty toys, and D/s.***
Powerless
Liz Gavin
Copyright 2013
Published by Elessar Books
Chapter 1
I can’t sleep. It’s too hot. Summer nights are the worst. I try to find a cool spot on the bed but it’s useless. I close my eyes for the nth time hoping to relax but I see the S&P 500 Index chart instead. The red arrow plunges fast. I open my eyes again. It’s 2:49AM. My room is pitch black and silent. The AC is on, full blast. Why can’t I sleep?
I have an important meeting early in the morning. My clients want reassurance in the middle of this global crisis. I need to rest or I won’t function tomorrow. They expect to meet with the heartless financial genius they’ve hired to take care of their investments not a bloodshot-eyed, cranky sleepyhead.
2: 59AM. Oh, that’s ridiculous! I can’t relax and I can’t take a sleeping pill. It’s too late. If I take one now I’ll sleep till noon. Well, there’s a more pleasant solution, though.
I open my drawer to get the vibrator and I find the rubber dildo easily because I keep it handy. Although I prefer to take my time with it, tonight things will have to go faster. I sit up against the headboard and arrange the pillows behind and around me to get comfortable. I turn it on - high speed. This is not about having a long session with my BFF. This is about having the job done quickly so I can get some fucking sleep. Come to think of it, it’s a lot like most of my ex-partners’ approach to sex.
I don’t have time for foreplay, either. Usually, I start by playing with my breasts. They aren’t very big but are extremely sensitive. I love to make my nipples hard using the vibrator. It’s kinky and when I stretch them with my fingers, the electric sparks connect straight to my hard nub and it is awesome. But not tonight. I rub the huge purple head of the fake male member around my sex, creating some friction and lubricating my channel for the main event. The rubber head is wide and I’m tight so I need it.
I lean my head back on the padded headboard and try to relax my muscles. It doesn’t work. Maybe some visuals will help out. I imagine my gorgeous P.A., Mark, under me. In my fantasy, I take his big, beautiful shaft and impale myself with it. I know Mark very well. He is bigger than my dildo and he makes my toes curl when he fills me up with his thick shaft. I kneel on the bed, closing my eye
s to make the illusion that the vibrator is Mark more convincing. I circle my hips, sway back and forth but can’t feel a damn thing. I need to concentrate more!
“Focus, Carol Anne!”
I lie on my back with my butt close to the headboard, raise my legs and put my feet flat against the wall. I guide the rubber head back inside me and close my eyes to visualize Mark’s young body between my thighs as I wrap my feet around his neck.
He’s just graduated from Harvard Business where he was a jock with the rowing team. He’s got a body to match the stereotype: big shoulders, narrow waist; wide, muscular chest; strong, long arms and legs. I remember the way he moans when I bite, lick and suck his nipples. I move the dildo against my front wall. The crooked tip feels great pressing my G-spot. I buck and imagine Mark thrusting his hips against mine and jabbing his rod deep inside my wet channel. My walls start to quiver, sweat breaks over my body and my breathing gets heavier. This vibrator never fails me. I can feel a big one coming. And the batteries die…
“No – no –no! This can’t be happening to me!”
I throw the rubber dildo across the room. It hits the wall, bounces back and lies lifeless on the floor. It’s mocking me, the damn thing! Now, I’m really pissed off. I’m all revved up and need release so I shove two fingers inside me to get off. I go as deep as I can yet nothing happens. I bite my lips and try to remember Mark’s hot body but the image eludes me. After a few more tries, I give up.
“I’ll take a shower to cool me down.”
Since I sleep naked, I go straight to the shower stall and turn the water on. I don’t test the temperature or anything, I march under the shower head and let the water pour down my head, nape and along my sweaty back. The water is hot but I don’t mind it. This should relax me. Still, the throbbing, pulsing muscles in my secret places won’t cooperate. All that energy and tension I managed to build inside my lower body have nowhere to go.