“You know how I’ve been working late?”
Of course she did. She even called Bistro on the Spit several times on nights he said he was working late, just to confirm. But he hadn’t been at the restaurant once.
“Well, I wasn’t really working, at least not at the Bistro.”
No shit, Sherlock.
“I started a small business,” he said, a smile taking over his face. “I’ve been making full menu plans, complete with the food, for the rich ladies who live over an Dalton Park. I’m charging $300 a week for breakfast lunch and dinner, which they are thrilled to pay. I never spend more than $100. Business has exploded. I’m only telling you now because I can’t keep up. I have to hire somebody, and I’m leaving the restaurant.”
Damon’s news had stolen her tongue and tangled her thoughts. He turned toward her, took her hands in his, and his face lit with an electric smile.
“I did it, baby. We have enough for a down payment on our dream house, the little one over in Ferrell Cove. That’s where I’ve been working nights. I just didn’t want to tell you until I had enough saved, or until I had to grow the business. As of yesterday, I have to do both.”
Damon must have mistaken the look in Kirsty’s eye for something other than guilt. He started apologizing. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, and I know you don’t want to get married yet, or at all. That’s okay. We don’t have to ever get married, if you don’t want. But I want to be with you, and I want you to have the house you want, and in the neighborhood you want it.”
She was a monster. While Damon had been out working late nights and weekends preparing for their future, she’d gone out and blown a co-worker, twice, collecting $200 for the pleasure once.
She was a monster. While Damon had done nothing but love her and gift her with dreams she’d whispered while drifting to sleep so many times, she made excuses to engage in the indefensible.
She was a monster. While Damon had done something she would never forget, she had done something that he might never forgive.
“I love you,” she said. And because there was no way to show Damon how much she really did love him, and how sorry she truly was without blowing her load of lies, she placed her hand on his already spent cock and started stroking it back to life.
She would swallow her secret, along with Damon’s second load of the morning.
“You’re going to be late,” he said.
“They’ll get by without me.” She took his cock into her mouth, the blood already rushing to fatten it.
“Mmmmm....that feels amazing,” he said, as Kirsty bobbed her head faster and faster, giving Damon’s dick every bit of her lips and tongue, holding nothing back, the slopping sounds of sucking sweetening their morning air.
Kirsty would have given the world to be thinking of Damon rather than Gerald, but her thoughts were insidious with a mind of their own. She imagined taking her co-worker in his Escalade, swallowing every bit of what he had to give. All the better for Damon. Her mouth moved up and down with a fevered purpose, covering his cock in a coat of saliva, flooding her pussy as she hummed a slew of mews and whimpers.
In the old days, Damon used to like to cum all over her, but that had changed. Now he almost always liked to cum inside her pussy, though she had no idea if that was out of respect or desire.
“Where do you want to cum?” Kirsty moaned.
The question pulled a deep groan from Damon. His hand moved to the back of her head. His fingers curled inside her hair and his body went rigid. The first warm shot landed in her mouth, but then he pulled himself free in time to see the second shot splash across her eyes. He held himself steady for the second stream, which hit her cheek and drizzled down her chin. Kirsty slapped his hand from the base and took his cock while it was still shooting so she could catch the final two shots in her mouth.
“That was truly, truly amazing. Amazing squared, actually, seeing as how it was two times in one morning, and one of them was half in your mouth and half on your face. We haven’t done it like that in a while.” Damon laughed. “Remember that time you blew me in the alley? That was so fucking hot. I think about it all the time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Damon said,” surprised. “Really. All the time.”
“Me, too,” Kirsty said, and meant it.
“You better get going. You’re going to be late.”
“No shit.”
Kirsty stood from bed, wiping cum from her face as she headed toward the shower. Half way there, Damon said, “So how are things with the new guy? Easy? Hard? Is he a dick? Nice guy?”
“A little of all of that,” Kirsty said. Already at the bathroom, she returned to the bed, kissed Damon on the mouth, then said, “You are a wonderful, wonderful, man. And I am so lucky to have you. We’ll talk more when I get home. In the meantime, think supremely nasty thoughts about me all day so you can cover me in your famous cream sauce after dinner. I think I’ve milked you dry for now.” She smiled.
“That you did,” Damon agreed.
Kirsty turned the shower to scalding, then sent herself into another orgasm. The morning had already given her several, but she was already primed and the hot water on her back and swollen lips between her legs put an orgasm just one short rub away.
Kirsty lathered her tits, then went to town to her twat, rubbing her nub until ripples of ecstasy were shooting through her and driving her toward a hard orgasm. Heat flooded her fur-box until she went rigid and trembling, as an all-consuming orgasm tore through her body. She tried not to make any sounds since she didn’t want Damon to feel as though he hadn’t done enough, when Lord knew he certainly had.
She stepped from the shower and started toweling herself dry, hydrated her body with a handful of lotion at twice her usual speed, then went to get dressed. Damon was in their walk-in, handing her a pink pair of panties with a white laced edge. “Will you wear these?”
“Sure,” Kirsty said, taking them from the hook of his fingers and putting them on.
“So what’s on your plate today? Any cool campaigns?”
“Not really,” Insight Toys has a new product called Punchy Bear. They think it’s going to be big. I’m not so sure.
“Punchy Bear?”
“Yeah, it’s a stuffed animal you can punch. Not sure who the market is, angry parents or angry kids, but the whole thing seems like a mess. I figure we’re a half-campaign away from angry parent protestors, PETA, or both.”
“Can’t you advise them against it?”
Kirsty shook her head. “No one at M&H is going to do that. Insight believes in their product and they’re throwing millions of dollars at the campaign. If they want a Punchy Bear commercial, they’re going to get a Punchy Bear commercial. Kirsty frowned in the mirror. “I look like shit,” she said. “But this is the best I can do without being late.”
“You look great,” Damon said, then added, “and I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“For what?”
She looked down. “I thought you might be cheating on me.” As soon as the word me left her lips, Kirsty’s voice cracked and she started to cry.
“Honey!” Damon said, pulling her close. “Don’t cry! I understand why you thought that. I probably would’ve thought the same thing. I’m sorry for being so distant and secretive. That probably wasn’t the best thing to do. But I really wanted to keep things secret until they were far enough along. I probably should have told you a while ago, but I was so close to having enough for the down payment, I just really wanted to get there first, you know?”
Kirsty nodded. “How long has this taken you?”
“Four months, one week and three days.” he smiled.
Kirsty wanted to die. She planted a long kiss on Damon’s cheek and said, “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes you do. You deserve even more.”
She shook her head. “I can’t wait to get
home. We’ll have a great dinner, okay. Whatever you want.”
He laughed. “I know, I’ll be cooking it.”
It was true. Kirsty wasn’t sure when she’d cooked last, but it had probably been a month. She gave Damon a final farewell kiss as he handed her a banana and a cup of coffee as she walked out the door.
Though she knew she couldn't do anything to make it fade entirely, Kirsty figured calling her best friend Celeste would make things a little better. She fastened her safety belt and said, “Call Celeste.”
“Whatup Sister Fister?” Celeste said on the second ring.
“I hate it when you call me that.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do,” Kirsty insisted. “Now shut up, I need to talk to you.”
“What the fuck?” Celeste said. “You only call me now when you have an emergency? What happened now? Some guy make a mistake and think you were the lead in White Collar Bukake VII and cum all over your face?” Celeste laughed. “And what makes you think I don’t have to talk to you first. Big things happening at the Sinclair house. I was gonna call you this morning anyway.”
“There are always big things happening in and all around you, Celeste. At all times.”
“Not like that,” she said. “I can tell you mine later. You go first. You sound frazzled to fuck all.”
“Damon’s not cheating.”
“Sure,” Celeste said. “Everyone is cheating. That’s how marriage is done these days.”
“We’re not married.”
“He’s still cheating.”
“No, Celeste, I’m serious. This is a really big deal. He’s started a diet plan company for the rich bitches up in Dalton Park. No shit, he’s made like 20K.”
“What? He’s made twenty grand? In how long?”
“Four months, and I’m not sure it was twenty grand, but that’s my guess. We have 30 saved, and the house we want needs a downpayment of 50. He said we had enough.”
Celeste laughed maniacally into the phone. “Wow,” she said. “Just. Wow. What are you going to do, you slut. Are you going to tell him?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. And I’m not a slut!”
“Are you over Señor SwallowME at the office yet?”
“Don’t call him that, and I’m not sure I was ever under him. But no. He’s pretty much all I was thinking about while getting smothered and covered this morning. Both times.”
Celeste whistled. “Wow, a couple of pickles no matter which way you look at it. But you do like pickles, right?”
“I’m going to hang up on you,” Kirsty threatened.
“No you won’t,” Celeste said. “Besides, you haven’t even heard my news yet.”
They spoke a few more minutes, first with Kirsty finishing her story and Celeste giving her the advice to, “Make sure to collect the cash if you can’t keep Señor SwallowME’s dick from the inside of your mouth!” The rest of the conversation was spent on Celeste spilling everything that had happened between she and Rick, or at least her side of the story. Apparently, Rick had a secret of his own, but Celeste wanted to tell Kirsty while they were “face to face and sitting down.” Kirsty could only imagine. Celeste finished her story by telling Kirsty about the Pink Triangle, along with a faux offer to join.
“No thinks, I think I’ll stay in marketing. It’s the sort of whoring I prefer.”
“But you have direct experience with this!” Celeste laughed.
Kirsty had already warned her, so she hung up without another word. She pulled into the parking garage of Miller and Hodge, then passed the gargoyles and headed to her office upstairs. She said hello to her secretary, Abby, then closed her office door.
She was alone for a total of five minutes before one of the firm’s partners, Mark, entered her office. “We’ve got a problem,” he said.
He looked serious enough to make Kirsty sweat. She prayed it had nothing to do with Gerald. Not that she thought he would spill anything more than his load, but he and Mark seemed like they were getting awfully chummy. She said, “What’s up?”
Mark ran his hand through his hair and said, “Some big-time parenting group has a problem with Punchy Bear. They’re going to protest whatever we put out. We can’t sit on the the two million, but we need to do something with Punchy Bear that doesn’t promote violence.”
“But the toy is called Punchy Bear,” Kirsty shook her head. “Have you talked to Creative?”
“Yeah,” Mark said. “Everyone is on alert. I don’t need you to do anything except be aware, for now.”
“Okay,” Kirsty said, “thanks.”
Mark left her office. She had wanted to be alone, but was grateful for the distraction. Without it, her mind immediately had space to conjure Gerald. She wondered where he was and how close he might be, then wondered if she could manage to make it through the day without having to see him.
Not a chance.
It was maybe 10 minutes before he sauntered into her office, strolled up to her desk, leaned to a crouch, then put his folded arms on her desk with his neck in the crevice and said his famous line: “I need you to suck me off NOW. How much will that cost?”
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LEXI MAXWELL’S
MY SLUTTY VALENTINE
***WARNING***
First published by Lexi Maxxwell, 2012
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Celeste and Rick Sinclair
Rick and Celeste had been wanting to share a romantic evening forever, but ever since Celeste started spreading her legs for an average of three guys per day, their time together had grown scarce.
Celeste was a nympho, but she wasn’t cheating on Rick. At least not anymore. She had done so for years, but once Rick discovered the truth, he encouraged her to hang a shingle on her shag hole and open for business.
So she did.
Of course Celeste was successful, few girls could fuck like she could and scream like they meant it. Celeste was booked every day of the week. Since Rick’s bar, Ale Mary’s had exploded in popularity, the couple had been counting their seconds while making every second count.
Celeste had been missing Rick something fierce, so despite Valentine’s Day being one of the busiest days of the year in the pussy profession, she had given a firm NO to all her callers, even when one of her best clients, Mark, offered to pay double her usual rate. She almost considered it. Her price was already high, but hell, if florists could jack the prices on a dozen red roses, she could double her price for jacking.
It wasn’t worth it. Not when all she really wanted was to be with Rick.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, clinking his wine glass against hers.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Celeste said.
They sipped from their goblets, then swallowed. Celeste said, “What’s on your mind, Sweetie? I can tell it’s something.”
Rick laughed, then shook his head. “No, it’s really not. Or maybe it is something, but something so small it’s actually silly.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to fall to sleep tonight, unsatisfied.”
“What?” Celeste said. “Don’t be crazy! I called everything off tonight, so I could be with you. I’m getting exactly what I wanted.�
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Rick said, “But I had a hard enough time keeping up with you before, and your engine is running so high these days, I’m not sure I can keep up. What if I fall asleep on you?”
Celeste laughed. “You probably will, but that’s okay, Lover. Just hold me like you do. I’m not that craven, you know. I can last a few hours without fresh cock. And if I’m really turned on and have to please myself, I will. There’s no shame in that!”
“Ooh,” Rick cooed, “can I film it if you do?”
“What’s with you and this new fetish?”
Rick shrugged. “I dunno, it’s fun, I suppose. There’s an art to the photography, but more than that, I love to watch you fucking, even if it isn’t me. Two and two makes five, I guess. I’m hoping someday I can film you without the fingers. I’d love to watch you with a dick instead. But not my dick, I already know what I look like.” He laughed.
“Well, that sounds like something wonderful for some Once Upon a Someday,” Celeste said. “But tonight, it’s just us.”
They kissed long on the lips, then Rick set his goblet on the counter and whispered, “Follow me.” He took Celeste by the hand, then put the other gently over her eyes, as he led her through the house, through their bedroom and into the bathroom
He removed his palm and Celeste gasped. “It’s beautiful!”
The music was so soft she hadn’t been able to hear it on the other side of the door. Rick had dimmed the lights, and draped a sheer red scarf over the top of a lamp in the corner, casting the room in a sexy crimson glow, which twinkled against the flickering candle light from the two dozen burning wicks he’d laid around the room.
There were petals, floating on the top of the wavering water of their whirlpool tub, and sprinkled along the tile floor. “Wow,” she smiled. “You’ve never done anything like this before.”
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