“We’ve never been this close.”
Rick peeled Celeste’s clothes from her body, starting with her top, then moving to her bottom, lowering her pink panties to the floor. He stepped back and smiled at his wife’s perfect breasts, hardened rose-colored nipples, remarkably flat stomach, and freshly shaved pussy.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, then took her hand and led her to the tub.
Rick undressed himself, his cock already thick and pointing toward the recessed lighting. He dipped into the hot water, then pulled his Valentine close. Their lips met as his large hands explored her body, grazing her waist, caressing her breasts, and massaging the nub of her mound beneath the water.
Celeste kissed him deeply, her hands on his toned arms, kneading her fingers into his biceps. Rick pulled away from her kiss, then gently pushed her body, so her back was pressed against the side of the tub, then lowered his head and pulled her nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently before moving to the other.
“You can do it harder,” she said, her voice rising in pitch.
“I always do it harder,” he said, not looking up.
Celeste writhed against the tub as her toes curled beneath the bubbles. She must have been soaking if she could feel herself wet, even under water. She pulled Rick on top of her, then spread her legs. He positioned his dick at her entrance, then held her hips and slowly pushed his fat cock into the folds of her cunt.
“Ah!” Celeste squealed, happy to finally feel what she’d been waiting for since well before the wine was poured. She reached down and bit Rick’s ear, hard, then started gyrating her pelvis back and forth, fast enough to send bathwater sloshing over the side of the tub.
Rick started grunting, as Celeste bucked her hips to get him deeper inside her. A long moan flew from his lips. Celeste’s mouth smothered the sound with her tongue, as she lapped at his lips, and licked the insides of his mouth.
Rick pulled himself from her pussy, then stood. Celeste squealed again, staring at her husband’s beautifully toned, soaking wet body. He picked her up, then pushed her softly against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his back as he shoved his cock deep inside her, then started thrusting with abandon as the muscles of her cunt clenched themselves around the throb of his cock.
“MmMmm....” Rick moaned, “I need you, Celeste.”
“I need you, too,” she panted. “Now shut up and fuck me harder.”
Rick slowed his momentum. Celeste screamed, “What are you doing?!”
“I have to stop or I’m gonna cum.”
“I don’t care!” she screamed. “Just FUCK ME!”
Rick grunted, then started thrusting again, squeezing his fingers into her thighs, and making animal sounds. “I’m gonna shoot all of my cum into your cunt!”
“I can’t wait to feel it running down my leg!”
Rick was still grunting, and thrusting upward. Celeste was pushing her pelvis down on his dick and throwing herself into her first tsunami.
They screamed, “I’m cumming!” at the same time.
She moaned Rick’s name on repeat as waves of orgasm rolled through her body. Her lips were swollen and her thighs slick. She was still shuddering as Rick finished shooting his cum inside her.
Celeste closed her eyes as Rick’s final blast splattered the walls of her pussy, and she furiously rubbed her nub to a second, more powerful (and far louder) orgasm. They sank beneath the surface together, breathing heavy until they fell into a steady rhythm.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said.
“Happy Valentine’s,” she smiled, then leaned on his chest as he stroked her hair.
“I told you I wouldn’t last long.”
“I’m sure you have another round or two in you,” she said.
Rick did.
He stepped from the bath, then carried Celeste’s naked body to the bed. She wrapped her lips around his cock and had him rock hard again in less than a minute. He lasted longer the second time, and gave it to her closer to how she liked it.
He grabbed her ass hard enough to bruise, and shoved himself deep enough, and hard enough to confuse the line between pleasure and pain, driving himself to such an explosive orgasm, he filled her, and still had enough of a sputter to pull it out and paint her body with his splatter.
“Yummy,” she moaned. “Thank you.”
Rick smiled. “The night’s not over,” he said.
Celeste raised her eyebrows. “I imagine I’ll have to wait a little while until you’re ready to go again, but I’ll take everything you’ve got, Mr. Fister. You know I’m just getting started.”
Celeste was leaning back against the headboard, rubbing her palm hard against her mound and moaning, getting wetter by the second.
As much as he would love to, Rick knew he would never be able to satisfy Celeste’s drive, even if he knew exactly how to satisfy her heart. Which was why he’d planned to give her the best Valentine's Day she could ever imagine.
He looked at the clock and admired his timing: 8:52.
He shoved his fingers inside her and twisted her nipples, then lapped at her slit like there was ice cream dripping from the sides. At 8:59, he excused himself from the bed and opened the closet. The camera was set up on a tripod, pointed at the bed.
“Ooh,” Celeste said, raising her knees in the air and scooting back toward the headboard. Are you going to film me finger fucking myself into another screamer, or are you ready to join me already? Either way, turn it on and get in bed.”
“Neither,” Rick said, his smile enormous. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you with all my heart.” The clock changed to 9:00, and the doorbell rang.
Celeste looked slightly alarmed. “Who’s that?” She saw the twinkle in her husband’s eye and the smile on his face. “What did you do?”
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
Rick returned a moment later, with a pair of handsome men Celeste had noticed last time she was at Ale Mary’s visiting Rick. Rick said they were regulars, and Celeste had jokingly asked if Rick would see if wanted to come home and play.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, leading the men to the foot of the bed. “Will and Ed are here to play.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Honey. I love you more than words,” Celeste said. She closed her eyes and spread her legs.
The light on the camera went red.
XXX
Johnny’s Valentine’s Day Random Encounter
Valentine’s Day was so fucking stupid, it made Johnny want to laugh.
It wasn’t like women weren’t already full of enough hormones, expecting you to guess what they were thinking half the time. Then, just because it was the second week of February, the rules changed even more in their favor. Girls he’d barely been seeing expected a present at least, and undivided attention at most. And if you were seeing any girl exclusive, well watch the fuck out, because she would expect something that would put a mad dent in your wallet: flowers, jewelry or dinner.
Flowers were the worst. Like they weren’t expensive enough the other 364 days of the year. Anything in the color red was approximately 18.7 times more than Johnny could afford on a teacher assistant’s salary, and any other color said you didn’t give a shit. Dinner usually came with a set menu and a line out the door, unless you took her to a shit place. If you took her to a shit place on Valentine’s, you could count on not getting head. Jewelry – forget about it.
Which was why Johnny had been avoiding every bimbo and bangster he knew for the last several weeks.
No Celeste.
No Autumn.
No crazy bitch teacher at his school.
No Lacy.
No Jasmine.
No Zoe.
The no Zoe was the hardest, but he’d make it up after Valentine’s.
Johnny figured it was easy enough to get laid on Valentine’s Day, and without the commitment. If a girl didn’t have a guy, then V-Day was the one day each year when you could pretty much guarantee she�
�d want one. Johnny could hit any bar in the city and probably leave with a 7 at worst, and a 9 at best.
He wasn’t a predator, but a week without pussy had left him horny as fuck. He figured he knew where the getting was good, and wanted to get it while it was hot.
He parked his Element in front of Live Bait, then walked inside the bar.
He only stayed there for 15 minutes.
To Johnny’s surprise, there was nothing happening at Live Bait for the first time in forever, on the one day he was sure wet pussy would be spilling from the exits. Instead, the place reeked of desperation, which was a cool blanket over his boner.
FUCK. THAT.
The prospect of pussy hunting like a desperate pervert was only slightly more appealing than buying a blow up doll. He figured he’d go see a movie, then go home and jack off. Probably think of Autumn.
Johnny was glad it was Tuesday since that meant the theater would be empty, especially the theater where they played vintage classics no one seemed to care about except Johnny, and some of the old folks from the Leisure World who got bussed in on the weekends.
Johnny bought an underpriced ticket for The Godfather, then paid for his overpriced popcorn and entered the empty theater. He sat in a middle row, just as that dumbfuck Warner Brothers exec was waking up to a bloody horse’s head in his bed.
The Godfather was about to get gunned down in front a fruit cart when a cute blonde appeared from nowhere, gesturing for Johnny’s attention at the end of the empty row, using her hands and body and practically smoke signals to see if it was okay if she came and sat beside him.
Weirder shit had happened, so Johnny nodded.
“I love this movie!” she said, sitting beside him.
All Johnny could think was, “What in the fuck?!?” since it was Valentine’s Day and the girl was hot, alone, and at a classic showing of one of his favorite flicks. They shared cinema in silence, the girl dipping her hand in his popcorn, and giving him a smile for payment. They made it all the way to the end of the hospital scene when the girl said, “See, that right there is the only flaw in an otherwise perfect movie.”
Johnny felt like he was in a dream. “What the hell are you talking about, that scene is perfect!”
She shook her head. “Sorry, it’s not. Coppola took a shortcut. Michael tells the baker to put one hand in his pocket as if he had a gun, then the hitmen conveniently show up like a half-minute later? Then another 10 seconds after that and the police are ready to drag Michael in, but they can’t since Tom saves the day a minute later.” She shook her head. “It’s lazy filmmaking.”
“He was following the book,” Johnny said.
“I don’t care. Books are books and movies are movies. Fix that scene and the movie’s perfect.”
Johnny didn’t know her name, but it didn’t even matter. His mouth was on hers a second later. Since she was kissing him right back, tongue swimming in his mouth, on Valentine’s Day of all days, his hands were all over her tits.
Michael was plotting while Johnny and his mystery companion were making out. He lifted her tee to the braless tits beneath and started sucking them hard, pulling her nipples with his teeth as she squealed. Johnny stopped, nipple plopping from his mouth, and said, “They’ll kick us out if we’re not quiet.” She whimpered an okay, and answered by slipping his hand inside her panties, where Johnny sloshed in her stewing juices.
He kissed her harder, in out-of-body disbelief.
Who was this girl, where in the FUCK had she come from, and where could he apply for citizenship?
Their mouths were locked and their breathing heavy. Mystery girl’s hands were at Johnny’s belt, unfastening the buckle and freeing his cock from its cage.
She broke from their kiss, then looked Johnny in his eyes, just long enough to let him notice that hers were blue, then she lowered herself onto his cock, looking up as she slid to the bottom. “I need you to cum in my mouth,” she begged.
That had to be the hottest thing Johnny had ever heard.
Sure, Autumn’s filthy mouth was as raw as red meat, but she’d never told him to cum in her mouth in a movie theater, and certainly not a half hour after their first meeting. In case he didn’t hear the first time, his mystery girl plopped from his cock and said it again. “I need you to give me all of your cum, right now.”
Johnny didn’t want to. He wanted to take her home and fuck her hard, wanted to savor the encounter, but the way she was sucking, he needed her. He tried to hold it, but lost it anyway. He shot hard in her mouth with three thick blasts. She took it all; sucked every drop from his cock, swallowed, then milked him for more.
Johnny groaned so loud, he was sure someone was on their way in to kick the two of them out. “Wanna get out of here?” she said. All Johnny could do was nod.
They decided to take her car since it was faster, a zippy little Eclipse, and go to her place since it was closer to the theater, two and a half miles away. Johnny couldn't stop staring. Away from the dark of the theater, the mystery girl looked familiar, though he couldn't quite place her.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer. I’m sure your phone has a camera,” she laughed.
Johnny laughed, too. Mostly because he didn’t know what else to do, strapped in the passenger seat with an impossibly hot girl, after a random encounter he could barely believe.
“You can stop wondering,” she said. “I’m Lacy’s friend, Amy. I’ve known who you are for a while, through Lacy. Seen tons of pictures, including the one with you shitfaced at Daytona, but we’ve never met. I saw you just as you were leaving Live Bait. I was walking in, you were leaving. I’ve crushed on you for a while, so I followed you.”
Johnny was in shock. “What do you know about me?”
“Enough,” she said. “That you worship Walk Off the Earth like me, and love old movies and are killer in bed, at least according to Lacy.”
“What took you so long to come into the movie, then?”
Amy said, “I was gathering my courage. I almost didn’t go through with it.”
“You don’t strike me as the shy type.”
“See,” she said. “You don’t know me at all.”
They were at her place a minute later, barely in the doorway when she took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. Johnny stepped from his pants as Amy grabbed his hand and led him toward the bedroom. Though it had only been 15 minutes since he’d filled Amy’s mouth with cum, his cock was already hard again.
“I’ve wanted you for a while,” she said. “So this will probably get messy.”
That was enough to put the twitch in his dick. He climbed on the bed and Amy crawled on top of him. He could feel her wet pussy rubbing against his cock as she covered him with kisses. Johnny’s hands were everywhere, massaging her into long moans for several minutes, until she broke from his grip, moved to the top of the bed, and lowered her pussy onto his face.
He struggled to breathe as she writhed on top of him. He pushed his mouth against her mound, feeding on her delicious slit. His tongue lapped at her feverishly, flicking her clit on repeat. Johnny wanted to make her to cum like she had made him cum, and judging by her writhing and thrusting he wasn’t far off.
Amy yanked his hair and shoved her mound harder against his mouth, moaning and screaming in time with his gobbles. She was out of breath, and tried to climb off of Johnny so she could climb on his dick, but he was enjoying her rapture, so he held her body against him, making sure she felt every last wave roll through her body.
He finally freed her and she slid from his grip, gasping for air and moaning as her body tingled and rippled through bed quaking orgasms. Johnny crawled behind her and pulled her up so she was on all fours, then took the tip of his dick and rubbed it against her overheated hole.
She moaned as it touched the length of her slit.
Amy cried out. Johnny grabbed her ass in one hand, using the other to navigate his cock into her sopping hole. He groaned, then grunted, then turned her ass crimson wi
th a furious slap.
Johnny pounded her ass relentlessly, balls slapping slit.
“I can’t believe how hot this is!” Johnny screamed as she shook her ass and rubbed her cunt all over his cock. They moaned in tandem as Johnny’s final thrust blasted his buttermilk into the back of her box.
They collapsed to the bed, breathing together. After a minute, Amy said, “Wanna watch a movie?”
XXX
Sophia and Robert
Sophia rolled to her side and slipped her hand under Robert, then ran her fingers up his naked chest, grazing fine hairs before circling his nipples. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said. Robert answered with the steady rise and fall from his sleeping breath.
It had been the oddest few weeks of Sophia’s life, ever since she quit working as an escort at the Pink Triangle with Celeste and Brooke. Right when she thought she was getting too old for the business, Celeste appeared from nowhere with an offer she couldn't refuse.
Yet as much as Sophia liked the glamour, sex, and ridiculous money she made for tending to men, she couldn't ignore her heart any longer. She loved Robert, and after a while, it was clear that he loved her, too. So she quit. Now Sophia and Robert spent their days together. His job afforded them plenty of minutes, and they used nearly every one they got.
Today, he had a surprise, though she had no idea what it would be. Something big had been happening in his company, something that had to do with a change in shipping prices, or extra space in the cartons coming from China. Sophia didn’t really get it, and didn’t much care. It was definitely the most boring part of Robert. The few decimals difference were amounting to millions in Robert’s pocket over the next year alone.
Between Sophia never leaving his side and the profit explosion in his business, which happened after the divorce with his bitch ex-wife was final, Sophia had never seen him happier.
None of his friends knew their real history. They’d made up a story about how they met, and adding color to the fable was one of their favorite things to do. So far the tale had them meeting at a Mercedes lot. Sophia was trading in her Lexus on an SLK, and was waiting on the paperwork. Robert was trading in his old SL for a new one, and was also waiting. Their playful banter led to Sophia questioning her purchase. The SL was twice the car without having to spend twice the money, Robert insisted. Sophia was convinced. Two hours later they left the lot together, Sophia in red and Robert in black.
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