Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair

by Lynn Young

  Dallas pressed his lips to her ear and growled, “Do you play with yourself, honey?”

  She turned bright red and vigorously shook her head. He gave a low laugh and knew that she was not lying.

  He flicked his tongue in her ear, making her shudder. “I like to think that you do, and you will even when I’m not here. When I’m on a mission, I’ll be thinking of you, like this, playing with yourself while you’re thinking of me.”

  But, then, that might be dangerous, he thought to himself, thinking of his shy, pixie librarian playing with her wet, pink pussy while he’s in a far-off country. He knew if he thought of her pussy, he’d remember how tight she was for him, and how her small body moved beneath him, especially the way she frantically shook her buttocks at him when the pleasure was clawing at her loins, and the way her breath would hitch, or the way she would wail and then collapse Secret Affair 108

  into shuddering orgasm. And he would be thousands of miles from her unable to do anything about it. His dick would be so hard that he’d be ready to hump anything.

  With his eyes on Anna Marie’s large gray ones in the mirror, he enclosed his thumb and forefinger over her clitoris and began to rub it gently. She closed her eyes tight, her teeth clenched, her breath hissing between her lips, rocking her body side to side against him, her hips rotating. She opened her eyes again, and it was difficult for her to relate in her mind the sharp heated pleasure in her loins to what she was witnessing in the mirror, that the male fingers manipulating the woman’s love button belonged to Dallas and the clitoris that he was playing with was hers, and the pulsating ruby inner flesh that was peaking from the tiny hole was her vagina. She could so easily imagine him inserting one of his long fingers inside the throbbing opening. She knew he would, soon.

  Then, to her horrified shame, she saw thick, opaque juice oozing out of her vagina and drip down the crack of her buttocks.

  Dallas was watching the liquid seep from her pussy, too, and his green eyes became

  lambent, and then quickly became shuttered, as if he wanted to hide from her the feral savagery that he would soon unleash on her.

  He rolled the large nub between his fingers while rotating it within its protective hood.

  Anna Marie’s hips jerked as the pleasure inside her shot up several notches, the searing heat becoming unbearable. Her eyes were still glued on his hands on her pussy, even as her eyes were growing glassy, and there was a fine film of sweat all over her body and over her flushed face.

  “That’s it, baby, show your sailor-man how good he’s making you feel.”

  She didn’t want to continue betraying herself to her lover who was using her body so ruthlessly against her in order to increase his own pleasure by raising hers to heights that she could barely comprehend. But she couldn’t help herself. His legs and arms held her prisoner in front of the mirror, and he was using his hands and her own vulnerable sensuality against her, and making her watch as he made her a victim of her own pleasure.

  The searing tension in her loins was growing hard, making her ache and crave for more from his fingers on her clitoris. And Anna Marie watched herself in the mirror go through the sensual torment, completely helpless, watched her face tightening as the pleasure heightened, her Secret Affair 109

  lips part as she became breathless, her tongue flicker out to lick her dry lips, and more of her juices flowing out of her opening.

  Her eyes widened again as she watched Dallas’s hand lower and insert a long finger

  inside her, the instant before she felt it enter her. Her uterine walls desperately clamped down on the finger. She lifted her hips and gave a high, distressed wail at the sharp pleasure assailing her, her small hands clutching at his arms. Then, unable to prevent it, she watched him fuck her pussy with his finger while his other fingers continued to roll and play with her swollen nub. And she continued to watch herself, watched her face become heavier and more flushed as the ache climbed in her loins, watched her teeth clench and unclench as she tried to endure the growing tension, she watched her body go through one shudder after another, her fingers dig into the hard muscles of his arms, her hips writhing helplessly between his legs, her female juices flowing more and more, making her pink folds glisten moistly. Anna Marie watched the complete picture of herself getting ready for her orgasm.

  And when her body peaked, she was unable to watch it. The second before her orgasm

  broke, she wrenched her head to the side and sank her small white teeth into Dallas’s biceps in a wild effort to hold back what was inevitable.

  The instinctively defensive movement that a small animal would make against a much

  larger prey elicited a savage response from him. He, just as blindly as her act of defense had been, lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck. Anna Marie screamed at the stinging pain, and then the pain released her orgasm, and it was a violent release. She cried out, her vagina clenching and unclenching from the carnal relief around his finger that still impaled her, throwing her hips out and jerking it violently.

  Dallas did not give his ravaged victim any time to come down from her orgasm. While

  she was still in its heavy throes, he picked up her shuddering body and set her on all fours so that her buttocks were thrust up at him. His thighs parted hers, and he moved the thick tip of his cock to her entrance and plunged deeply into her channel. Without gentleness, his hands holding her hips roughly so that they left bruises, he fucked her hard and wildly.

  Anna Marie’s loins immediately became tight again at the heavy thrust and drag of the huge penis inside her making her body stretch with tension again. She didn’t want to go through another erotic ravagement but she had no choice, she realized, closing her eyes as Dallas thrust his penis and filled her again.

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  When she opened her eyes again, she came face to face with her own image in the mirror, the shameful image of her on her hands and knees with her demanding lover behind her, a position that was almost as shameful as seeing her thighs opened wide in front of her face and exposing her glistening flesh. And it was even more shameful because she could clearly watch Dallas pound into her willing flesh. It was all written on her face, what his fucking was doing to her, the way her heavy eyes drooped into slits, the way one wave of erotic need after another twisted her features, her lips parted as they emitted helpless cries. And both could see her heavy breasts undulating back and forth with each of his powerful thrust, swaying in time with his plunges. In the mirror, Anna Marie saw Dallas reach a hand under her and start to fondle one breast, pulling at it and then his fingers worrying the rock-hard nipple. She moaned, and she heard it, and it was a low sound of an animal in exquisite agony.

  When she felt her loins beginning to tighten in preparation, she saw in the mirror herself eagerly hitching up her buttocks higher to Dallas and him gripping her hips harder as he quickened his plunges. Then her orgasm peaked and broke and she sobbed, collapsing on the bed, her pale body shuddering violently.

  He continued to fuck her over and over until his great body stilled and he gave a harsh male cry, threw his head back, and poured his liquid into his lover’s warm, dark womb.

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  Chapter 9

  Over four hours later, while Anna Marie was sleeping peacefully on the torn up bed,

  slumbering heavily from the carnal excess he had had put her through, Dallas was driving his rented car down Highway 101, heading for San Francisco International Airport, dressed in his Navy whites. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called his superior.

  “Where the hell are you?” came the gruff demand from the other end. “The driver I sent to meet you at the airport told me you never showed.”

  “I’m on my way to the airport, now, Admiral.”

  There was a pause. “Are you going to tell me something came up again?”

  Dallas smiled while he dug out his wallet to pay the tool booth. “Should I bother?”

  �
�This is becoming a habit with you, Trent, a habit that I’m not sure I like. It’s not like you. You’ve never let your dick hold you up in all the years I’ve known you when it came to your assignments. Not like the other men. I thought you were too much of a cold bastard to let a woman hold you up on anything, whether she’s a piece of ass or the marrying type. Which is she, by the way?”

  Dallas hesitated. “A piece of ass.”

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  The man on the other end did not miss his pause. “Who is she?”

  “No one you know, Admiral.”

  “Is she going to be a problem?”

  “No, I don’t plan her to be.”

  “Good. When you get to the airport, you can take a fucking taxi to get to the base since you seem to think this is all on your time.” The phone clicked dead.

  Back in Santa Rosa, Anna Marie slowly woke up, finding herself alone on the bed and

  her cat sitting patiently at the foot of the bed watching her with a bored expression.

  She gave a yawn. “Is he gone?” she asked the cat, and the cat simply gave a great yawn and continued to look bored.

  She tried to move but her sore muscles protested so she lay back down. Stuart padded on his great paws and sat his fat rump right next to her. Anna Marie with absent-minded affection scratched his head.

  “I know he fed you,” she told the cat. “And you’re supposed to be on a diet.”

  Seeing that his mistress was in no hurry to get up, the cat dropped on his hindquarters and began to clean himself. Since his belly was full, he could afford to wait and she would eventually have to make her way into the kitchen, where he could usually coerce her into giving him fresh food, maybe even cream, if he attacked her legs.

  Seeing that it was nearly one o’clock in the afternoon already, Anna Marie decided to take the rest of the day off from work and use it to recover.

  A few days later, Anna Marie was vacuuming her bedroom as part of her hated monthly

  cleaning ritual. She stopped the vacuum and turned the motor off when she heard it rattle. From the hose, she pulled out a metal necklace. She saw that it was Dallas’s military tags. At first, she wondered what she should do with them. She couldn’t give them to her brother-in-law, but she couldn’t keep them either. Surely a military man had to have his identity tags on him, didn’t he?

  She decided she would try sending them to him.

  For the next several days, she used her librarian acumen to research how a citizen could send something to one of their soldiers who might have lost an article. After looking through the Secret Affair 113

  Internet and making some phone calls, she was able to get the address of Dallas’s headquarter, which was at the Pentagon.

  At first, she was going to just send the tags in a package. But she felt that wasn’t really right. It seemed cold and unfeeling to just send the item without a note or something. After all, they weren’t anonymous strangers. And they weren’t polite strangers, either. Hadn’t they shared a couple of nights of unbridled sex? If she just sent the tags in the package without a personal note, he would think her rude and unfriendly. Or, maybe, he would think that she was mad at him. And she didn’t want him to think she had anything against him, even when he had done so many nasty things to her.

  So, she sat down and wrote a letter:

  Dear Mr. Trenton…

  No, she couldn’t be that formal. They had sex! Twice! More than twice! five, six, maybe seven times! On each visit.

  Hi, Dallas…

  Too informal.

  Hi, Dal…

  Definitely too familiar.

  To Whom It May Concern…

  That sounded too much like she was addressing the complaint department.

  Dear Dallas (I hope you don’t mind me calling you by your first name.):

  Please find enclosed the military tags, which I assume belongs to you.

  Well, of course they would belong to you, wouldn’t they? I did my best to return

  them to you as fast as I could, knowing that all military personnel must have

  these on their persons at all time for identification purpose in case…I hope you

  weren’t too inconvenienced by not having them on you. And I hope you did not

  get in too much trouble.

  Anna Marie was going to leave the note at that. But, then, she thought that might be inadequate for a woman writing a letter to a man with whom she had sex. He might think that the two nights that they had meant nothing to her, that she was in the habit of using men for sex and then forgetting about them.

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  She continued to write.

  How are you, Dallas? I hope you’re fine, and that things are going well

  for you. Hawaii must be beautiful and the beaches amazing. I hope that wherever

  your next assignment is, you will be able to take in some of Hawaii’s most

  popular tourist sites, such as taking a helicopter to see the volcanoes, snorkeling, horseback riding, windsurfing, and hiking.

  Everyone is fine here, in case you’re wondering. If your brother has not

  written to you yet about it, he just won a big case for the county against the

  federal government in the federal court. They ruled that the county did have the

  right to place more stringent anti-pollution laws than federal law requires against

  national companies who use the county’s water for commerce since the

  waterways are owned by the county. Of course, these companies are going to

  appeal and will probably take it as far as the Supreme Court. Just imagine, if they

  do, then your brother might be arguing in front of the nation’s highest court.

  As you learned on your last visit, the county supervisor passed the

  remodeling of the library, which will include a gift shop and a coffee bar. I

  fought the passing, as I am a die-hard civil servant, who believes that she went

  into public service for the good of the public, and that any privatization would

  corrupt the well being of the public. They broke ground on the addition yesterday

  with great ceremony including the proverbial smashing of champagne, except

  that the champagne was quite cheap, because, as Councilman Broders said, it was

  on the taxpayers’ dollar.

  So, I have resigned myself to include in my supervisory duties to oversee

  college students just out of braces (that is their brains versus their teeth)

  rampaging the coffee shop, sporting purple hair, nose ring, and have no idea how

  many continents there are, that the Arctic is not one of them, that John F.

  Kennedy was a “Cool Dude,” and that as ragingly popular as Harry Potter books

  are that they are still not examples of high-brow literature.

  Your niece, Tessa, has lost another tooth. Since their births, Pepper has

  determinedly dispelled all childhood illusions to her children, She felt letting

  them grow with beliefs of Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, Mother Goose, and

  other fairy tales causes them to grow up neurotic, delusional, and inculcated in

  the commercialization of personal happiness. As a three year-old, Tessa did not

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  know better than to accept the lack of earnings on her teeth loss. Now, though,

  having been exposed to her peers and their claims of the miracle of discovering

  one or two currencies beneath their pillows the following morning, all due to the

  midnight visit of some strange flying, sparkly being, Tessa has argued, and quite

  successfully, that as a child, she has the right to the privileges of all other

  children in the land, and that she has been the victim of serious deprivation of a

  normal childhood, and, as such, should be compensated for not only her

  monetary rights fro
m the loss of her teeth, but also for the emotional and mental

  injuries that she has incurred at the hands of her parents in their callous disregard for the childhood delight and wonder of make-believe. She demanded two dollars

  as well as all the dollars that should have been earned on past tooth loss with

  added interest and then double interest on top of that for emotional hardship.

  Tessa actually convened a family court in the living room with her as the

  plaintiff and the lawyer for the plaintiff, Pepper as the defense, and Cameron as

  the judge. The ruling was, after much deliberation by the judge, in favor of the

  plaintiff. Such a ruling, naturally, makes null and void the running practice of

  sanitizing all fairytale exposure of the household, and requires the defendant to

  compensate the victims for past monetary and materialistic deprivation. Toby,

  just as his sister, was to be provided past monies with equal interest.

  Not surprisingly, Tessa has declared that she wants to be a lawyer like

  her father. She has shown herself, as in the case of Denial of Rightful Childhood

  Delusions, quite talented for formal rhetoric. However, I cannot be a little

  apprehensive for future esquire field. She may have her father’s ability for

  disciplined rhetoric, but I’m afraid she has her mother’s instinct for super

  achieving and impregnable aggressiveness. Such a combination could be quite

  lethal and I can’t help but foresee a sea of pulverized victims of Tessa’s legal

  offensiveness. Privately, I cannot but equate Tessa, and her mother for that

  matter, as a human black hole.

  Besides the courtroom drama, there was also another small domestic

  mishap in the family. Remember the kitten Toby saved from the neighbor’s tree?

  Well, the neighbor let him keep the kitten, much to Pepper’s disgust (as cats have

  a way of assuming prima donna status in a household, which Pepper is loath to

  share with anyone, even if with a lower animal), and Tessa’s acute envy. Now,