by Robin Gideon
When his tongue brushed over the lips of her pussy, then flicked against her clitoris, Annika whispered, “Oh fuck.”
Chapter Four
Joshua cupped Annika’s naked ass in his hands, holding her securely as he worked his tongue in a circular motion around her clitoris before sucking the small, erect nub between his lips. When she whispered a single obscene word that was so out of character for her, Joshua smiled without taking his mouth away from her. He took pride in the fact that he was causing her to lose control. He felt her shiver, her sweetly voluptuous body moving unconsciously in a carnal dance of sexual surrender. Joshua felt his own confidence surging, his cock pulsating with virility and a wanton, almost savage hunger for the woman he was pleasuring.
“Oh…Oh…”
Her sighs added fuel to his desire, making his cock throb furiously as it remained trapped and angry inside his jeans. Releasing her clitoris, he dragged his tongue between her labia, moving downward at a leisurely pace before once more trekking northward to lavish her nerve endings with slick stimulation.
She released the hold she had on his hair and straightened her spine until she leaned back against the corral fence. She stretched her arms out, resting them on the top of the fence in an almost casual posture, her head back, her face turned up to the starlit night. Joshua tilted his head back to look up at her. Seeing the lavish bounty of her naked bosom prompted a low growl of primitive lust from his throat. He eased his big right hand between her naked thighs and slipped his middle finger between pussy lips made moist and slick by his kisses and the nectar of her own escalating passion.
“Oh God, that feels so…”
Perhaps she would have said more, but Joshua leaned forward and once more captured her clitoris between his lips. While a single callused finger slipped in and out of her damp slit, her words faded away on a breathy sigh of erotic contentment. Joshua pleasured Annika in an unhurried manner, paying attention to all the subtle signs that indicated what specific actions were appreciated the most.
Though Joshua had always been a man who prided himself on his ability to give his lovers countless climaxes, he was particularly attentive to Annika. Her confession of three years of celibacy had caught him completely by surprise, not only because he realized she was telling the unvarnished truth, but also because he couldn’t imagine such lavish beauty being so unappreciated for three whole years. For Annika to lock away her lavish sensuality for so long seemed a crime to Joshua, one analogous to having a beautiful painting, or an exquisite sculpture, hidden away in a vault where no one could appreciate its splendor.
“Joshua, that’s so…”
Her voice was husky with passion, her breathing rapid and irregular. Joshua alternately squeezed the cheeks of her bottom as his right hand pumped slowly, his lips and tongue caressing leisurely but with consummate skill.
“Come for me,” he whispered without taking his mouth entirely away from Annika’s sex lips. “Set yourself free.” He eased the entire length of his middle finger into her slit then rubbed lightly against the smooth front wall of her vagina. When Annika flinched and uttered a short gasp, then whispered another obscenity, Joshua knew he’d found her special spot. He flicked his tongue against her clit and added, “Let yourself go. Come on my mouth. I want to swallow your desire.”
Joshua could tell that it wouldn’t be long before Annika climaxed, so he was caught by surprise when she pushed the fingers of both hands into his hair and pulled his head back on his shoulders, forcing his mouth from her pussy. Then, instantly, she bent low and pressed her mouth against his, kissing him with a ferocious intensity that hadn’t been there earlier.
As quickly as she had started kissing him, she ended the kiss and pulled again on his hair, this time forcing his mouth back to the apex of her thighs. Joshua would have made a joke about Annika being greedy, but he sensed her desperation to achieve her orgasm. Moving his finger from side to side inside her vagina as he again sucked her clit between his lips, he felt her bottom clench tautly. She flung her arms outward once again over the top railing of the corral fence.
And then she came, her voluptuous body shivering as the climactic contractions pulsated through her. She held her breath throughout the orgasm, her hips churning as Joshua continued sucking on her clit.
The instant her climax subsided, she again grabbed Joshua by the hair, forcing him to stop his oral caresses.
“No more,” she sobbed, breathing deeply.
From the direction of the bunkhouse, the sound of a man’s whiskey-slurred voice wafted through the night air. “Did I just hear a woman? What the hell’s…?”
In a frightened whisper, Annika said, “Oh, God. Oh, no.”
Joshua rose to his feet, moving quickly until he stood directly between Annika and the bunkhouse. In a low, authoritative voice, he said, “Go back inside, boys. There’s nothing out here for you to see.”
One of the ranch hands chuckled and said to another, “Sounds like the boss man’s got himself a woman.”
Another cowboy replied, “I’d keep your mouth shut if I were you. Joshua don’t take kindly to men showing disrespect to ladies.”
“G’night, boss,” another one said. “We just had to take a leak. Didn’t mean no disrespect. Didn’t mean to cause a ruckus.”
Joshua turned to face Annika. She still had her slacks and panties down to her knees, though now she held both hands over her sex in a flailing attempt at modesty.
“They’re good cowboys, but they’ve got terrible timing,” Joshua said, smiling. The expression on Annika’s face said she would not take kindly to any teasing whatsoever. “Now where were we?”
Annika shook her head, sending her blonde hair swirling around her shoulders. She suddenly bent at the waist, grabbed her slacks, and tried to jerk them up. But her panties were above her slacks, and by the time she raised the garment to mid-thigh level, her panties had rolled up tightly, twisting into an unintended tourniquet around her legs, preventing her slacks from going any higher.
* * * *
Restless in an unusual bed and with a myriad of different thoughts and concerns going through his head, Sven had been unable to get to sleep with his usual efficiency. After spending some time tossing and turning, he finally decided to get up and make himself another nightcap. He put his clothes back on. Finding the library empty, he felt comfortable enough with his relationship with Joshua to help himself to the well-stocked liquor cart.
On a hunch, after making his nightcap, he stepped outside. Before his eyes had the chance to adjust to the dim light, he heard Annika’s voice slithering through the darkness. Softly but clearly, he heard her drop the f-bomb, then “No more.”
Common sense told him he should go back inside, go up to his room, and finish his nightcap. Whatever he would find in the darkness wouldn’t make him a happy man. Of this he had no doubt. From the first moment that he’d set his gaze on Annika, he had wanted her, first on a purely physical level, and later, when he got to know her better, his desire for her was more holistic. Whether it was simple, raw, unrequited lust, or something more heart-based than that, Sven could not say. All he was certain of was that he needed to see for himself why Annika, a woman not known for using coarse language, would say both “fuck” and “no more” in the same breath.
He walked forward with long strides, part of him dreading the confrontation about to happen, but another part of his psyche ready to do battle. Sven was a man long accustomed to having whatever—and whoever—he wanted.
In English, to make sure his host and not just Annika understood every word he spoke, Sven said, “Is it too much of an understatement to say that I didn’t see this coming?”
Annika turned toward him, one hand flying up to cover her mouth, the other going down to hide her pussy. Through her fingers, she whispered, “This can’t be happening to me.”
“Hello, Joshua,” Sven continued, feigning nonchalance when every instinct in him was screaming to go on the attack. “Hello, Anni
ka. I see you’re getting to know our host better. My English is sometimes not so good, but the word ‘intimately’ seems appropriate for the occasion.”
Her slacks and panties were at the middle of her thighs. In a feeble effort at modesty, Annika reached down and tried to pull her slacks up again, but Sven could see the panties tighten around her thighs. Until she unknotted her panties, her slacks weren’t headed north. When she pulled at them again, he was given an unhindered view of her pussy, and he was aware of a quickening of his pulse and a sudden throbbing in his temples. His cock, always ready for conquest, twitched in the trousers of his Savile Row suit.
Joshua said, “If I’d known she was yours, I wouldn’t have touched her. I don’t fish in another man’s waters.”
“Very admirable,” Sven said, his tone taut, jealousy and envy doing battle for supremacy in his soul. “But I’m afraid that Miss Sandstrum is not mine to claim. I want her. I’ve wanted her from the first moment I saw her. But since she works for me, I figured her to be forbidden fruit. Very bad form, don’t you think, to be sleeping with your own employees?”
He watched as Annika put one hand over her eyes to shield them, while keeping the other down to hide her pussy. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and the trembling mounds of her breasts seemingly glowed in the moonlight, pale and erotic. Sven had imagined the beauty of her breasts countless times since she’d begun working for him, but to see them now, in all their naked glory, was a thousand times more erotic than what he had anticipated. Despite his fury, his cock was growing swiftly, stretching down the leg of his slacks, becoming longer and thicker by the second. He wasn’t at all certain which he wanted to do more—fuck or fight?
“I’m of the opinion that adults can make their own decisions,” Joshua replied after a considerable pause. “As long as everyone’s an adult and everyone’s willing, I figure it’s no harm, no foul, and if I’m not involved, it’s none of my damned business.”
Annika whispered, “Is it possible to die of embarrassment?”
Sven made a vague gesture toward the erection tenting Joshua’s jeans. “Not a day has gone by since I hired Annika when I haven’t gotten one of those because of her.” Annika took her hand from her eyes and looked at him. Sven gave her a smile, and she immediately covered her eyes once again. “There isn’t anything about her that I don’t find attractive. She doesn’t have to try to be sexy, it just comes”—he searched for a moment for the proper word in English—“naturally. No matter how lovely I have found our enchanting Miss Annika, I have kept my distance. But I’ve thought of kissing her a hundred times every day.”
In a soft voice, Annika asked, “You have? Really? You…you never said anything.”
“That’s because you work for me. If you weren’t in my employ, my dear, I would have pursued you to the ends of the earth.”
“The ends of the earth?” Her words were whispered so softly Sven could hardly hear them. “You’re not lying to me?”
“No.”
“You”—a sob caught in her throat, briefly cutting off her words—“should have said something. Oh, Sven, you can’t imagine how many times I’ve looked at you while you were reading a report or something, thinking how handsome you were, thinking of how much I wanted you but was afraid to do anything about it because you’re my boss.”
“Damn,” Joshua said with a groan. “It sure seems like I’ve opened one hell of a can of worms.”
Unfamiliar with the phrase, Sven looked at Annika and shrugged his shoulders.
“It means he started something that’s become a lot more complicated than he had anticipated,” Annika explained. She tried once again to pull her slacks up, but as before, the tourniquet that her panties had become made that impossible. Quietly, and to herself, she murmured, “I wish I could die, here and now, and not have to live through this.”
With a cock that was rock-solid and tenting his trousers, matching the condition that Joshua had been plagued with for quite some time, Sven said to his host, “Though it is at odds with my preferences, perhaps we could help Miss Annika with her clothes. Are you as adept in dressing a woman as you are undressing them?”
“To be honest, no.” Joshua hesitated a moment. “So you’ve had the hots for her since you first met her?”
“I’m a little unsure of the English slang, but I am sure that you can say that I have wanted her sexually from the very beginning, and within six months of her working for me, my emotions were more than commonplace lust.”
“Love?” Joshua asked.
Sven made a point of not looking toward Annika as he answered, “The word’s not too strong for the emotion.”
With her hand over her eyes and the other making a feeble attempt at modesty, Annika whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It seems you need some help.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and smiled self-deprecatingly. “Perhaps, if you won’t look to me to undress you, at least you’ll let me be a manservant and do the opposite.”
Only a few yards separated Sven from Annika, but as he stepped closer, he felt himself losing control of his emotions, felt the rising tide of his wanton desires for the woman he had denied himself washing over him like a tsunami. The urge to lash out at Joshua for having accomplished a libidinous quest, which Sven had denied himself even the effort, burned like lava in his psyche. Only his upbringing and his inbred civility prevented him from lashing out at the man who had, at least to some extent, seduced the woman of his dreams.
He stepped up to Annika then sank slowly to his knees before her. He glanced up at Joshua then at Annika, who held a hand over her mouth.
“I’m guessing,” Sven said, his tone laced with anger and irony, “that I’m not the first man to be on his knees before you.” With a touch of malice, he added, “Tonight.”
He took Annika’s wrist and moved her hand away from her pussy. The delicate labia, still puffy with passion and glistening with her own lusty juices, added length and circumference to his erection. He inhaled deeply in an effort to calm his raging emotions, but with the inhalation came the musky, erotic fragrance of Annika’s pussy. Her natural scent did disastrous things to what little self-control Sven still maintained.
“Every last part of you,” Sven said in a husky whisper, his gaze on her glistening, feminine slit, “is beautiful.”
* * * *
Annika watched as two large, long-fingered hands encircled her wrists then pulled her arms outward. It took several moments for Annika’s passion-addled brain to comprehend that it was Joshua, standing directly behind her, who had taken her by the wrists and spread her arms so that she was defenseless and the entire front of her body was available to the gorgeous Norwegian kneeling before her.
This can’t be happening to me.
It was a very sane, very rational thought for Annika to have. She thought it obvious that she was having a dream of some sort, or maybe a nightmare. After all, she hadn’t been sexually involved with a man in literally years, so that made it virtually impossible for her to suddenly be the central character in a ménage à trois with two men she’d never even gone out on a date with much less fucked.
The single, coarse word was jolting to Annika’s senses. Fucked? She hadn’t exactly been virginal her entire life, but she certainly wasn’t one to indulge willy-nilly in sport fucking.
She was thinking about how utterly absurd it was that she should be in semi-bondage to a powerfully-built cowboy from North Dakota when Sven’s warm, moist lips came in contact with the entrance to her slit. And a moment later, when his tongue slipped between her sex lips to tantalize nerve endings already over-sensitized to stimulation, a strangled gasp worked its way out of her passion-constricted throat. The sound was an odd mixture of rapturous ecstasy and shame-laced embarrassment.
The hands surrounding her wrists were so powerful they might just as well have been stainless steel handcuffs instead of human flesh and bone. She was shackled by Joshua’s strength, held in bondage in a way that caused her
clit to pulse wantonly with lust and submissive acceptance. And to feel Sven’s large hands cupping the naked cheeks of her ass, holding her hips nearly motionless as he feasted on her pussy, licking the lips of her cunt and sucking on her engorged clit, added immeasurably to her libidinous surrender.
He’s the one who is beautiful, not me.
It was a discordant thought for Annika to have, especially since the man she was thinking about currently had his mouth pressed snugly to her pussy as his head moved slowly, working his stiffened tongue up and down through the tight cleavage of her slit.
When Sven looked up, Annika saw in his eyes a feral hunger unlike anything she’d ever seen before from him. She realized, in that instant, that he had been keeping his desire for her, his base lust and romantic passion constantly in check because he didn’t want to take advantage of a power differential always inherent in employer-employee relationships.
At that moment, Sven could have asked anything of Annika, and she would have gladly complied. There was nothing he could have requested, sexually or otherwise, that she would not have willingly performed.
“More,” Sven said then, suddenly rising to his feet as he unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. “I need more than just a taste of you.”
He opened his slacks, and an instant later, his erection was released, long and thick and frighteningly rigid in the pale starlight. The crown of his cock seemed as large as a plum.
Sven cupped Annika’s chin in his palm, lifting her face so that she had no choice but to look up into his eyes.
“Kiss me,” he commanded, bending at the waist to accommodate Annika’s much shorter stature. “Taste your own pussy on my lips.”