“Jesus, this isn’t happening. Fuck, I’m going to come again Mack please get your cock inside me. Fuck me hard,” she demanded with her eyes still closed. Breath after breath of hers was heavy and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her nipples were hard little pebbles that aroused him even further as his chest rested on hers. The tip of his cock was weeping with his seed and once he put it inside of her he’d have a hell of a time holding back. It would take all of his self-control to make sure she experienced another mind-boggling orgasm.
Slowly, he eased his hard dick into her. It took only a few strokes for his need to take over and he plunged into her as deep as he could go. As he caught his breath, he pulled himself out and looked down at her face. “Baby, I’m coming home, gonna fuck you fast and hard. Baby, hold on.”
A smile crossed her aroused beautiful face. Her opened eyes revealed her need for him. This time she said nothing and he understood. Her eyes were the mirror to her soul. He’d spend a lifetime making up to her the hurt he’d caused with his insecurity and stupidity.
Mack began a slow torturous dance inside her. In seconds, his pace quickened and became a hard slamming fuck. She met his every thrust, her hips pushing up to meet him. Sparks began to fly almost immediately, embracing them both, pulling them into nirvana.
Mack wore no condom and had no time to stop and slip one on. For the first time in his life, he didn’t care. If she wound up pregnant, he’d have to marry her, take her for his own, and raise his child with her. Ripples of excitement flowed through his body along with the need to explode inside her. He rose once above her and smiled his heart bursting from his chest. It was time to let go, so he did with one massive plunge.
“Oh fuck,” he yelled as his cock pulsated and spewed his seed into her. Not once, twice but three times his cock pulsed and ejaculated his hot thick seed into her. Her hands dug into his scalp mixing a little pain with his ecstasy. Then her hands moved down to the top of his shoulders and her nails dug into them. Her body tightened around him and there was no doubt she’d come again, his cock now enjoying her bodies tight contractions.
He let his body collapse on hers. As always he was careful not to let her endure his full body weight, yet he didn’t want to remove himself from her. Their lips touched painfully slow and the tenderness of their kiss was obvious. Nothing mattered to Mack anymore. He’d love her forever. There would never be another woman.
“It seems you missed me,” she said lightly.
“Yes, Britt more than you know.”
“You know I should kick you out on your ass for that stunt you pulled when I was away.”
“Yes baby you should. But I’m begging you not to.”
“It seems Mack Hargrove the tables have turned.”
He didn’t like her tone of voice. “It seems they have Britt, but baby are you going to hold this over my head forever?” He eased his body off her and to the side taking her with him keeping his cock inside her.
“I’m thinking I might.” She smiled at him and it was a devious little smile. Damn if she didn’t turn him on. “Forever, I just might.” Her lips touched him gently and her hands ran through his sandy blonde hair. “But I knew you were a bad boy and from the moment I saw you I wanted you, bad boy stigma, and all.”
“God, I love you Britt.”
She sighed and kissed him gently again. “It took you fucking another women for you to realized that Mack?”
He winced. “No Baby, it took the thought of losing you forever that made me realize how much I loved you, needed you and wanted you. She truly meant nothing to me. Sounds’ pretty fucking awful, but it’s true. I’m not a nice guy. However, with you, I can be more. Please baby let’s give this a try.”
“I don’t know I happen to like that bad boy persona.” Again, that devilish smiled crossed her moist beautiful lips.
His eyes took her in, damn she was beautiful, and those friggin eyes they astounded him. How she managed to stay a virgin as long as she did was beyond his comprehension. None of that mattered anymore. She belonged to him and he’d do whatever it took to keep her.
“But bad boys need punishment.” Then he saw her eyes fill up. Fuck, his chest tightened, what was wrong?
“Baby, please…” His voice was pleading and low.
“I should throw you out on your sorry ass. Make you pay for hurting me. I love you and I love you with all my heart. I knew going into this, the kind of man you were. Once I laid eyes on you, I didn’t care. I never realized until I saw the message written on that mirror how much I did love you. I’d never know heartbreak before, never.”
Mack heard her and all he could do was groan. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He’d wait for her. “Baby the last thing I wanted you to experience was heartbreak. I never meant for you to hurt, I never meant for you to find out. Again, sounds shitty, but it’s the truth. Now…” He paused caught a tear that rolled down her cheek with his finger. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make amends. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Please, Britt, don’t leave me. I’ll wait baby until you are ready. I’ll wait until you can trust me again. I’ll wait and for as long as it takes.”
Her lips came up to his. Her kiss was soft. She muttered against his lips, “I want more, more of this, more of you more. I almost became completely undone; I couldn’t eat, think, or sleep. I need you like the air I breathe. Let’s hope you don’t wait too long.” She smiled and touched his face. “Maybe we’ll take that trip to Las Vegas like we planned.”
He grinned broadly. “There’s a slew of wedding chapels there Britt.”
“Oh, I see. Do you mean to sweep me off my feet Mack Hargrove? I believe you said you’d wait?” Her smile was dazzling and her blue eyes bright with emotion.
Finally, he saw the love in her eyes. He never waited for anything in his life. However, he did know that good things come to those who wait. And Britt England was worth the wait of a lifetime.
The End.
The Magician (Male Escort)
Written by Ethan Radcliff
The Magician
Ethan Radcliff 2014
He never knew how he did it.
Even the cold and most frigid
Melted in his large arms
Because of his boyish charms
He had a way of touching
So intimate with a woman
He’d never be caught rushing
So gentle of hand this man
Each time he courted a lady
He wooed her as the only one
His manners right on so handy
He wined and dined for fun
He bedded his partner for the night
Then morning he'd take flight.
His escorted prey so sated,
As he smiled then waited
For her to say, "That was magic all the way"
Ethan Radcliff
This story is a work of fiction. The names and situations are fictitious.
2nd edition
Acknowledging
“The Lady in Red” 1986 Chris De Burgh.
Georgio Armani 7.11.1934
Italian Designer
Aerosmith circa 1970 Boston, MA
Prologue
I held onto my goblet of sherry as she whispered her comment in my ear. I had never met a woman I didn’t like, but this one was pushing every button I had. She was a woman who needed a good fucking.
How we wound up in an upstairs bedroom was all my doing, or maybe even the white wine’s doing. I had her down on the bed, her legs spread, and my tongue buried deep in her slick, clean-shaved pussy.
Her beautifully manicured nails were scraping my scalp as she held on to me. Her squeals of passion sure as hell didn’t belong to someone else. Oh yeah, she was coming, and damn if that wasn’t a small squirt dripping off my face. This stuck-up bitch thought I was just bragging, no, she thought I was exaggerating.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed.
I kept at her, licking, sucking
, and nibbling on her clit.
“I’m coming!” she yelled.
And she said I couldn’t bring her to an orgasm.
Her words earlier, “This bullshit about a woman having multiple orgasms is a crock.”
“Again,” she yelled, “You bastard, oh God, you win!”
I knew her body would be aching by now as she lifted her hips off the bed. I kept a good grip on her as she climaxed. I wasn’t taking my mouth away until I felt those tiny little contractions on my tongue. No fucking way she’d be able to dispute my claim about bringing her to more than one orgasm. I had just begun.
Next, I’d sink my cock deep within her and bring her to a second screaming orgasm. Miss Know-It-All and Miss Condescending Bitch. Some women needed to learn that some men don’t lie.
I’m a doer, and after tonight, she’d eat her words. After tonight, she’d call me the Magician. Tory March had met her match.
Chapter One
Tory March had a reputation as a certified bitch. I was almost convinced I’d lost my touch. She worked for Channel 18 and was one of their top reporters. She was a hard-nosed pushy broad, but the finest piece of ass I’d ever seen. We met at a charity affair. I was the escort of one of the most influential women on Broadway, Sara McMillan. She financed some of the top running Broadway plays. She used Sherry and her escorts often. We were becoming a regular name in the higher ranks of society. Hiring escorts for the evening had become a common practice by women who had money and power.
However, there was another side to Sherry’s business, an elite escort service. The clients who used this service got the royal treatment. The royal treatment consisted of the escort of your choice, and a night of sex. Only the most privileged and influential women could afford to pay for Sherry’s unique service.
Tonight should have never happened, especially since I was on a job, but I’d had enough of Tory March’s goading and skepticism. I wanted to tell her to fuck off but held my tongue. I was but a few feet from her when she continued her conversation and, again, loud enough for me to hear. She bragged about how she rose above the men in her field and how fierce the competition was. Then she locked eyes with me. Somehow, the conversation had turned to sex; obviously, Tory was aware of who and what I was.
“I’ve never met a man who could get me off. I do far better myself. Men only care about themselves,” she said to an older woman who almost spit out her wine. “Oh dear, I’m sorry about that,” she apologized, then continued to whine. “I’m sick of all this crap. Really? Multiple orgasms? And women believe this shit?”
I was escorting Eleanor Klein this evening, a lovely older client, and she could attest to that multiple orgasm theory Tory was disputing. I smiled at Eleanor, as she looked my way. Her smile was small and rather interesting, almost apologetic. Then she surprised me by grabbing my hand and easing me over to the infamous Tory March. “Tory, have you met Ricardo Hanley?”
The look from Tory March was priceless and surprised, to say the least. The redhead liked what she saw; it was written all over her face, and if she didn’t close her mouth soon, she’d be catching flies. I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss March, it is Miss, correct?” That was the first slam.
“Why yes, it is.”
“I didn’t mean to imply…”
“No problem, Mr. Hanley. I assume you’re single, too.” That was the second hit. We were even now.
“Yes, I’m single,” I lied. “Awful word, isn’t it? Yet, I never seem to be alone or single; I always have a lovely woman on my arm.” As I said the last words, my eyes went to Eleanor and she smiled back appreciatively. It was obvious that Tory was alone and unescorted. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Now I was pleased and had to hold myself back from bursting out in laughter. I was beginning to like Tory March.
I took in her amazing peaches and cream skin, fine-boned features, and hazel eyes, which bordered on a dark misty green. She was stunning, but she had quite a few rough edges. I wondered how those edges would feel on my tongue. I gave her my best smile. Again she was speechless, and I thought on the tip of her tongue was surely a condescending barb, but I was wrong. Was she on the verge of tears?
She turned from me. “Nice to have met you Mr. Hanley. I need a damn drink.” There it was, her defense mechanism. I could hear it in the tone of her voice.
“I need one too,” I said, causing her to spin around and sneer at me. I looked at Eleanor. “Eleanor?”
“No thank you Ricardo, I’m fine. I think Tory needs one, though,” she said with a smug, small grin on her lovely face.
Tory took off through the elegant bodies and I followed her. The bar was at the far end of the room. We both got there at the same time and she turned to me. “I know what you are.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, one of those bought and paid for dates for the evening. Actually, I’m surprised at Eleanor. With her money, she could have done a lot better.”
“Ouch, was that meant as an insult?”
She turned to the bartender. “I’d like a gin and tonic please. I don’t think you can be insulted, Mr. Hanley,” she said then sipped her drink.
“Coors light please,” I told the bartender. “I think you may be right, Tory; it takes a lot to insult me.” Then I stopped. It was time to rub her, the wrong way again. “So you don’t think any woman is capable of having multiple orgasms?” I watched the bartender’s handshake as he handed me the bottle of beer. He’d obviously caught my last statement.
Again, I was treated to her searing stare. “No, it’s a fallacy, one that men have made up. I think it’s hard enough for women to have one orgasm. Yet most women won’t admit to that.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said you’re wrong; women can and do have multiple orgasms.” I sipped my beer. “I know that first-hand.”
“You do? Oh, and I suppose you want to pin medals on your chest. Sorry, I don’t believe you. How would you know anyway?” She took another hard sip of her gin and tonic.
I took another fast swig of my beer and made eye contact with her. “Because, I’ve felt those tiny, orgasmic contractions on my tongue all too often.”
Her eyes widened and she took another long mouthful of her gin and tonic. Suddenly there was a slight flush across her amazing high cheekbones. She had finished her drink in seconds flat.
“Are you interested in a little wager?” I asked her.
“If it’s what I think it is.”
I took another sip of my beer. “You broached the subject; I’m looking to prove you wrong. You’re a reporter; you deal with the facts.”
“Bartender, another gin and tonic please,” she ordered, her eyes now flashing dark green.
She drank her second drink in a few hearty gulps then swayed ever so slightly. Miss Tory March couldn’t hold her liquor. She was going to take me up on my wager. Damn, this was exciting, and now my cock was coming alive. It had been a while since I did something adventurous.
“Follow me,” she said.
I finished the last of my beer and followed her to the elevator. “As luck would have it, Ricardo, I have a room here for the evening.”
The ride was short and she kept her distance. When the doors opened, I followed her to the end of the hall and into her hotel room. She stood before me and I couldn’t help but smile at her. I removed my suit jacket and hung it on the suit caddy. Then I began to unbutton my shirt. She continued to stand there, watching me.
“Isn’t it me who should be taking off my clothes?”
“I’d rather do that,” I told her.
She inhaled and it was short and raspy. I took my shirt off and watched her. Her eyes never left my chest. She ran her tongue over her lower lip. I’m sure it was a reflex.
“Now, Tory, if I may.” I spun my fingers in a circle. “Please turn around.”
She gave me a sour look but turned around. I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor then r
an my hands down from her neck to her ass, grabbing the soft mounds. I rubbed both cheeks and moved close to her, letting the soft hairs of my chest touch her back. My hands then went to her neck and I ran them down the front of her, cupping each breast. I let my thumbs rub each nipple into taut little pebbles. She fell back into me. She was almost ready. I undid my trousers quickly and stepped out of them.
I turned her around and took her lips with mine. I wasted no time as I sought her tongue and kissed her deeply. Her arms came around my neck and she fell into my body. My cock had already hardened and was now throbbing, but I knew that tonight I’d get my relief later in Eleanor’s bed. Dam it; I was here to prove a point.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. My face was down between her legs and my tongue worked its magic, causing her to scream out. Her first orgasm came quickly. She was now ready for another. I kept sucking, then stopped and took two fingers and rubbed her already- swollen clit.
“Oh, shit. Oh…” She was coming again. She grabbed both my arms as her body arched again off the bed. At this point, my cock was hard and aching. I got off the bed, grabbed my pants from the floor, then took a condom from my wallet. She needed to be fucked as much I needed to fuck her. I went back on the bed and rolled the condom over my cock.
She got up on her elbows. “Damn, Ricardo, I’ve never taken a cock that big.”
“Then hold on, baby. I hear it’s quite a treat.” I positioned myself at her pussy then rubbed my cock on her clit. “Tell me, so there’s no such thing as multiple orgasms?”
She held her breath and gave me a snarky smile. “Just fuck me, Ricardo.”
I rammed into her. She was wet and so ready. I went as deep as I could, and it was euphoric. I thrust in and out of her repeatedly. When I was deep inside her, I stopped and ground my pelvis to hers, knowing her already swollen clit would need this further stimulation. I kissed her again deeply, kissed her eyes, her cheeks, and nibbled on her lips. Her hands entwined in my hair as she kissed me back with unabashed passion. She moved with me, taking every deep thrust. Then I began to peak. My cock was ready to explode.
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