Two thumps.
She could hear his breath catch. She smiled. Again, moving even more slightly this time. He moaned.
One hand found the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. She needed to be more flexible. It was good to have goals.
He tugged on her damp hair. She understood the message. Teasing time was over. Alice raised herself as high as she could, loving the sensation of his cock leaving her and then lowered herself, loving even more the sensation of him plunging into her. She didn’t believe how wet she was, how easily she accommodated his girth and length. There was only this, the rhythm of his cock fucking her and the sensation of his skin against her back.
With a sudden growl, he pitched her forward, onto the leather of the couch, her stomach and breasts pressed into the cushions. One knee grazed the carpeted floor. He leaned over her, pumping into her, his abdomen gliding along the surface of her skin, fluid and fierce. The weight of him pushed her forward. She braced herself against the arm of the couch. His pounding grew more hurried; less in control. Yes. She was wet and far from sore. The extra friction sent a thrill through her.
One webbed hand brushed back the hair from her neck. Sharp little teeth nibbled at her earlobe. He panted and moaned in her ear. Yes. She didn’t want it to stop.
Alice’s orgasm welled up in her, beginning in her toes and surging forward, literally shaking her knees. Her pussy clinched and convulsed around his cock. She didn’t want him to leave her but she just couldn’t keep it in her anymore. She cried in pleasure, first soft and then growing in urgency.
Mr. Aquetong quickened the pace, thrusting deeper. One hand rested next to her head. The other reached under her and cupped her mound. A skilled finger combed through her pubic hair and pressed her clitoris, ripe with desire like a berry ready to burst.
They cried out in unison.
He pulled out and she felt the warm deluge of his spunk on her back. It trickled down the crack of her ass. Alice reveled in the sensation. She reached back and dipped a finger in his offering. It was thin but not watery and smelled sweet. She smiled and licked her finger. It was sweet with just a hint of the lake.
He rolled her over.
“I’ll ruin your sofa,” Alice said.
“I can get a new one” he replied, kissing her deeply.
They stayed like that for some time, hands exploring each other and little kisses punctuated with longer, deeper ones. He stroked her pussy. She stroked his tail. He licked her nipples and kissed the underside of her breast with great enthusiasm. She held his hand to the light and gentle caressed the webbing. He closed in eyes in pleasure. Eventually the sun lowered and shadows crept across the floor. They needed to dress and return to the world.
Helping her back into her bra, Mr. Aquetong asked, “Would you be interested in the position?”
“Very.”
The Return of the Lady of the Lake Monster
Nancey Cummings
Chapter One
The phone rang. Alice answered on the headset, keeping her hands free. “Yes, sir,” she said, not stopping while she slid on shoes.
“Your three month probation is up today,” her boss, Mr. Aquetong, said.
“Good morning to you, too, sir.” She checked her reflection in the mirror before heading to the kitchen.
“I have a test for you. I need you to follow my directions exactly.”
“Don’t I always?” The fridge door swung open. Alice was use to Mr. Aquetong’s early morning call with a list of items to be completed before she went to his house. His inevitable call was part of her morning routine as much as peanut butter and bananas on toast.
“You follow the spirit of the order, not the letter. This is important, Alice. My family is… particular.”
“You have a family?” The thought never occurred to her. Of course he had a family. Lake monsters don’t spring out of the ether. Hatched, maybe. “I’ve never met your family.” Her boss, the reclusive billionaire Mr. Aquetong was also a lake monster.
“They’re sleeping in the deep. You really don’t want to meet them. Things can get bad.”
“Follow orders or family gets bad. Right. What do you need?” She poured herself a glass of orange juice.
“Are you taking this seriously?”
“Very, sir.”
“What are you wearing?” Mr. Aquetong was also her lover.
“Khaki shirt, that white blouse with orange stripes, matching jacket and nude flats.”
“Tasteful, but today you are wearing the white sun dress with the yellow ribbon.”
“May I ask why?”
“I need to know you follow instructions, Alice. Now, this is important: take off your panties.”
Alice smiled. She liked where the day was headed. “Of course, sir. Do I get to wear a bra today?”
“I’ll let you exercise your judgment, but that one with the lace on the top is nice. Are they off yet?”
Alice set down her juice and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor, followed by beige panties. “Yes. Is there anything else, Mr. Aquetong?”
“Alice, I’m asking you to do several things today and I need you to follow through. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
“First, I need you to know that the only thing separating your pussy from the rest of the world is some gauzy cotton.”
It was going to be one of those days, where he wound her up so tight she was begging for his cock, pleading for mercy. Just thinking about it made her wet. She needed to pace herself. This was a marathon, not a sprint.
Alice loved her job.
“Is there anything you need me to do right now,” she purred over the phone.
“Two, you are absolutely not allowed to orgasm today without my say-so. You only come for me.”
“Understood.”
“Three, you have permission to suck, fuck and do whatever you please today, within the bounds of rule two.”
Did she have that kind of self-control? Sucking and fucking but no gratification. Alice didn’t think she was a selfish lover but she wasn’t altruistic, either. She could wait for her reward, making it sweeter when it finally did arrive. Warm excitement flared in her stomach. “I will try, sir.”
“You will do, not try, Alice,” he said, playfulness disappearing from his voice. “I’ll send you a shopping list. Get the exact item. Use your persuasion and natural talents to get what you need.”
“How badly will I need it?”
“Alice, I’m not playing games today.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Call me when you get to the bank.”
Chapter Two
The cold air conditioning of the bank lobby hit Alice’s exposed skin. Her nipples hardened in reaction to the instant goose bumps.
Aquetong spoke in her ear via Bluetooth. “I need you to find Julian. Tell him it’s time for my withdrawal. He’s expecting you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alice,” Aquetong said, “feel free to play.”
Alice requested Julian at the front desk. Energetic and handsome in a quality suit, Julian escorted her to a back office. She admired the men who could work a well-tailored suit. This wouldn’t be so terrible.
“How can I help you today?”
Alice removed the straw sun hat and placed it on her lap, covering her purse. “Mr. Aquetong sent me to fetch his withdrawal. He said you could help.”
Alice slipped off her white flat and sought Julian’s leg under the desk. Her nimble toes found the cuff of his trouser and her foot slid up his leg, the soft arch of her foot caressing his muscular calf.
“Is that something you can do? Help me?” Alice tilted her head to one side and considered Julian. He looked like he would have a lovely cock. She wanted to find out.
His eyes darted nervously to the door and nodded. “Mr. Aquetong has made the same withdrawal every year. It’s very unusual but we were able to procure what he requested.” Keys opened a drawer. He placed a small white cotto
n sack on the desk. It clinked when it landed.
“I just need you to sign the receipt, Miss...”
“Lynn,” Alice said, coming to a decision. No more speculation.
She crossed the space around the desk.
“What are you doing?”
Alice maintained eyes contact with Julian as she knelt. “I want to thank you for your assistance today,” Alice said. Her fingers were quick to unzip his fly. Julian gulped, alarmed but not indicating for her to stop.
“Is that something you want me to do? Express my appreciation?”
He nodded, eyes bulging. Alice smiled in satisfaction. He was hard already. Men were so easy.
Her speculations were correct, his cock was lovely to behold, tall and mottled red and peach. Alice licked her lips in appreciation. His eyes moved from his hard erection to her face, not believing the events playing out in his office.
Alice smiled as she took his cock in her mouth. She hummed contently as her hand slide along the surface, from his balls to the swollen head and back again, spreading her saliva. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive underside, feeling the veins grow tense and throb.
Julian’s hand rested at the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair. Quickly, far quicker than planned, he moaned, shuddered and came. Alice pulled back, his cock squirting hot and salty on her lips and chin.
Julian deflated into the chair with a loud sigh, air escaping his lungs and all muscles slack.
Alice reached for her bag. Tissues cleaned her face and she reapplied her lipstick. Satisfied with her appearance, she took a pen off the desk and signed quickly. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Julian.”
“Same.”
Alice placed the small bag in her purse without checking the contents, despite her curiosity. As she walked through the bank, she sensed the weight of knowing eyes on her figure. Her hips swung provocatively.
So what if they knew.
In the car, she opened the bag.
Gold coins. Ten of them. She had a sack full of gold coins, like a girl in a fairytale.
Her shaky hand withdrew a piece and held it to the sun: an engraved fish on one side of the coin and stylized sun on the reverse. Runes circled at the edges. Alice wanted to study the design but her eyes slide over the runes, unable to focus. Alice frowned. The sunlight played tricks. Was it her imagination that the coins glowed?
Chapter Three
The phone vibrated with a new text message. “Pay two coins. He’s a breast man. Don’t be shy.”
The address brought her to a bakery. Mr. Aquetong was particular about his food but he had never sent her here.
Alice rolled her eyes but still unbuttoned the top two buttons on the bodice of her dress. The plunge of the bra created nice cleavage. On second thought, she undid the third button, too. Better slutty than safe.
The bakery tried so hard for rustic simplicity it hurt. Rough, worn wooden floors were painted black. The day’s fresh selections in stainless steel baskets hung behind the butcher block counter. Chalkboard paint covered the front of the counter instead of a glass case. Repurposed retro kitchenettes provided limited seating. Everything baked here would be organic and locally sourced.
Alice hated it.
“Can I help you?”
Alice removed her hat and sunglasses. She flashed her most winning smile to the man behind the counter. He was early twenties, with a fashionable mustache and unfashionable glasses. She must be getting old because “early twenties” looked too young.
Alice rested her elbows on the counter and leaned forward. Her squeezed breasts, straining again the fabric, instantly drew his gaze. “Tell me about your…specials.”
He prattled on about ancient grains but his eyes never left the soft, exposed flesh of her chest. “We just made this really funky loaf. Ancient, man, truly archaic. The customer provided the recipe.”
That sounded like her special order. Alice smiled. “Funny you say that. My boss, Mr. Aquetong, sent me here.”
“Then you are in for a treat.” He disappeared into the back and emerged with a greenish tinted loaf wrapped in cloth.
“Why is it green?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“Algae. Talk about primitive. This stuff is amazing.”
Alice set aside the loaf and went around the counter.
He looked confused. “Is there something else?”
“Yes.” Alice slid down the straps on her dress. She was really doing this, undressing before a stranger, seducing him. She pushed down her bra, freeing her heavy breasts.
Alice knelt before him, his erection already tenting the front of his pants. As she undid his belt, she looked up towards him. “I need you to fuck my tits right this minute.”
He glanced towards the shop front. People and traffic passed by. “Someone will come in.”
“No one will come.” Alice knew the words were true when she spoke them. She was a fairytale girl, Little Miss Fucksalot or The Girl with the Eldritch Gold.
His cock was long and thin, not as pleasing as the banker’s but well suited for her purpose. Alice took a breast in each hand and squeezed them together, creating deep cleavage. “Your dick would look amazing right here,” she said.
He didn’t need further invitation.
With a moan, he pushed between the soft flesh, hands on her shoulders. The head of his dick came near her chin at the apex of his stroke. Alice tried to reach it with her tongue, brushing the tip.
His pace grew erratic, pushing himself against her. Her face pressed against his abdomen, into his faded tee shirt. The cloth held the aroma of flour and yeast. It was good, bakery smell.
With a shudder, the warmth of his cum splashed on her chin and neck. At this pace, Alice would be covered head to toe in spunk and she was okay with that fate. The girl with eldritch gold traded in semen and wore it with pride.
Alice paid with two gold coins. He accepted the money with a fuzzy glaze over his eyes.
Back in the car, Alice exhaled slowly, knotted tension heavy in her stomach. It slept like something in the deep, rolling over and mumbling. The young baker couldn’t take his eyes off her as he plowed his long cock between her breasts. She felt…she didn’t quite know: giddy, horny and like she was feeding something starved for carnality.
Alice laughed, tension uncoiling. The phone vibrated with a new address.
The carpenter shop had a toy boat ready for her. Waiting in the workshop, Alice bent over the top of a small bookshelf to admire the quality and detail of the work. The hem of her dress skimmed up her leg, exposing her panty less bottom. Breath caught in the apprentice’s throat.
With the warmest smile possible, Alice asked questions about his trade and admired his tools. Mischievous. Definitely mischievous today, but mostly horny.
Finally, the boat emerged with the master carpenter. Large enough for a small child, the boat was a little too large for Alice to comfortably carry. The eager apprentice carried it to her car. She gave him two gold pieces and a kiss.
Her lips lingered over his, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Alice guided his hand under her dress and to her hot sex. All morning she serviced others and received no gratification. She held herself back, unsure if she could step back from the brink of orgasm as Aquetong required, but now she wanted to play. Just a little. She needed relief and the apprentice was tall and his hands strong. One leg wrapped around his hips. His hand at her back pressed her towards him and the other hand stroked her slick eagerness.
Alice leaned into the apprentice, head resting on his shoulder. His fingers were amazing. Pressure on her clit sent a jolt of electricity through her and an involuntary moan escaped her lips. She could really mold him into something remarkable with practice.
He had two fingers in her, one curled forward and motioned for her to come.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, voice near her ear. She wanted to let him. She really did.
Alice shook her head. “Not today.”
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br /> Reluctantly, she pulled away. Alice wished she had permission. She never came by fingering alone but the apprentice might be the man to change that.
The phone was vibrating with the next set of directions. Alice recognized the address as the candle shop in the center of town.
Beeswax and a violent bouquet of flowers hung heavy in the air inside the shop, locked in eternal struggle for dominance. Tidy rows of candles on shelves lived the shop. The candles radiated from white at the left of the door and moving across the spectrum to the dark grey on the right, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink and reds in between.
Alice went to her knees to inspect an item on a lower shelf.
“Can I help you?”
Alice turned her head. The man stood close, his crotch level with her face. Alice looked up, catching his gaze. She smiled. As she stood, her hands brushed the front of his tan trousers. “I think you can.” Under her hand, his manhood responded to her touch, swelling instantly. Her own pulse quickened; his excitement contagious. She ached. This needed to be over soon. She was screaming with frustration. Whatever beast was inside her demanding to be feed, it was not happy with these half-finished meals.
Alice smiled and held his gaze. “I need to pick up a special order.”
Alice tugged at his belt and pulled him towards her. He needed no other encouragement, pressing her against the table, pulling up her dress. Her legs wrapped around him and he entered her wet pussy. The force of his thrusts shook the candles on the table. Alice clung to him, bouncing violently. The apprentice was skillful in comparison to the way this man single mindedly plowed into her. She was in no danger of orgasm. Sex with no skill. This was a bag of potato chips and the hungry beast craved more than junk food.
He finally came with a grunt. The boredom and the table pressing uncomfortably into her bottom were more interesting to Alice than his labors. He thrust once, twice with force, like an exclamation point, and she felt the scalding trickle of his spunk down her inner thigh.
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