by Jamie Knight
I breathed deeply in and out, reacquainting myself with the glory that was him and his beautiful cock. When I was ready, I nodded my consent and he started to move, rhythmically pumping inside me. His cock was wonderfully snug inside my pussy, making me feel every inch of his power and every last centimeter of his movements. I could have cried with pure joy. No man in my life had pleasured me nearly so deeply.
Rallying my will and strength, I once again started to move. Rocking myself back to meet each of his silken thrusts, hoping it felt as good for him as it did for me. I kicked myself for not paying more attention when Mercy tried to tell me about Kegels.
We started to cum in the same moment. Every muscle and nerve in my body was reacting in unison to the electrical storm in my head as Tobias pulled out and came on my back. He cleaned me up with wet wipes from the box by the bed.
Getting me under the heavy duvet, Tobias joined me in the bed and kissed me on the cheek before we both snuggled in for a long winter’s nap.
Chapter Nine - Tobias
I should have been worried. There were definite social repercussions for that sort of thing. The show could end, and I could lose a lot of money if they found out. It could happen. All I could think about was the Spartans. The mighty bad asses with the all-time record for force. When threatened with the full might if the Persian empire, Emperor Xerxes listed in great detail what would happen to Sparta if the Persians won, sent back a one-word reply: “If.”
I looked at Addie sleeping beside me and I knew I had made the right choice. Hang the potential consequences. I had meant what I said the night before about the execs not needing to know. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them. If it should somehow happen to get out that Addie was staying with me, though I couldn’t see how, all I would really need to do was tell the truth. The hotel shut down for the lockdown and I was helping her out.
As it stood, there was no real reason for anyone to think that there was anything but a professional relationship between us. The show was meant to help her find love, after all. The contradiction was simply too much for most mortal minds to contemplate. I was pretty sure that Clementine suspected, but even if she knew for sure, Clem still wouldn’t say anything, even under torture.
The sound was soft and distant. Like the sound of a pick at the end of a mine. Getting the phone, I tapped to read the message. Hoping for the best but preparing for the worse. As was my nature.
Ratings low b/c of lockdown changes. Meeting @ 9:00 to address issue.
Suits coming.
Mari.
‘Suits’ was our private nickname for the board of directors. Mostly because they were pretty much interchangeable. They even wore the same brand of glasses, including the younger members with 20/20 vision, and went to the same barber. But Easton had a slightly better haircut. Something to do with the shape of his head and having a natural part in his hair.
“I have to go,” I said, moving out of the bed.
“Am I coming?”
“No need. It is just an online meeting thing. Studio stuff. Get up whenever you want. There’s lots in the kitchen,” I said, pulling on fresh boxers.
“Cereal?”
“31 flavours,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
Slipping into a fresh suit and shirt set from the free-standing, Lewis-esque wardrobe, I made the commute to my office, way down on the first floor.
I was met with a “pending” notice upon logging into my company account. Stealing a glance at my Rickenbacker leaning up against the wall, I thought better of it. The last thing I needed was for the suits to see me hammering out some Motörhead before a meeting. Not the most professional look possible. That was something they cared about a lot more than I did.
It was like magic. The notice screen disappearing to reveal an eight-way split screen, including myself in the bottom right corner. It was kind of odd being able to see myself, being of the generation in which for a very long time, it was a big deal to get on a screen. The novelty part of that pushed the boom in the home video market for the first few years. Of course, back then they were the size of a bazooka and cost as much as a good used car.
“I have been running the numbers,” Maria started, phone in hand, “and things aren’t looking good. We have been struggling to adapt to the new reality. The digital dates have been working in theory, but the results aren’t exactly riveting. It is all we have to go on. Live dates are no longer tenable. On the upside, the digital dates are a lot quicker and cheaper to shoot, so we are both ahead of schedule and under budget.”
“So, we need to find a way to make the current format more interesting. To up the stakes,” Easton said, being a genius among the idiots.
“Exactly,” Samantha said, stealing Maria’s thunder.
“I’m really just happy we can keep going during the quarantine,” said Wilson, the elder of the board of directors. Everyone agreed.
“How do we make things more interesting?” Adam asked, sucking up to Easton.
“Well, I haven’t really thought about that. I guess we could try and make things a bit sexier. Addie is an attractive woman. Our demographic was supposed to be older women, who we actually do have in spades, but the show has also proven to be popular among younger men. The 18-25 demo in particular.”
I was glad someone else noticed. I also felt a slight pang of jealously, which really wasn’t like me. Of course, Addie was attractive. That was apparent to anyone who could see and to be honest I was glad the show was attracting a diverse audience, if not a particularly large one.
“I’m just spit-balling here but could we sex it up in a literal sense?” Samantha asked.
“How so?” Easton inquired.
“Well, how about we pick one of the guys she liked best from the sort of marathon of digital dates we shot for the first episode and set up a situation where they have video-sex. Nothing too explicit so it doesn’t get age restricted. Everything above the waist but still very sexy in terms of context and banter.”
I kept my rage in check. It was something I had gotten exceedingly good at over the last decade or so. Besides, it would not be good form to Hulk out in a meeting, even if it was online. Instead, I just sat and seethed like an emo teen, trying to figure out how I was going to tell Addie what she was going to have to do. The consensus approving Samantha’s daft idea as swift as it was enthusiastic. The only absent voice was my own. I was out voted anyway, and I made it a point to know when I was beaten.
I knew Addie wasn’t ‘mine.’ Not in an ownership sense. This simple fact still did nothing to prevent me from feeling very protective of her. I knew she had been through a lot. It was pretty obvious. Perhaps not to others, but it was to me. It hung around her like a fog. One I wanted very much to try and clear if I could.
The computer was off, and I picked up the Rickenbacker since judgmental eyes were no longer on me. The almighty Lemmy used to say that he wasn’t a bassist. He was a guitarist who played bass, which was fair enough. His first instrument was the six-string electric guitar before moving to bass after moving on to Motörhead from Hawkwind, doing the opposite of most people.
Lemmy learned to play the bass on the fly as a member of Hawkwind where it was also his primary instrument. The general myth was that bass is easier than guitar, and most bassists never learned how to play properly. Rather than being a shitty guitarist playing the bass badly, he was a good guitarist who adapted what he already knew to a new instrument.
The rudiments of music were basically the same. This also explained why he sounded so different than equally good bassists who approached the instruments as basses. The secret to Lemmy’s sound was that he was actually still riffing, like he had on the guitar.
I wasn’t as good as all that. Though my many years of acoustic guitar practice did inarguably help in developing my bass technique. I tried to keep it hidden from most of my present colleagues, who tended to see anything remotely artistic as completely useless. I had actually put myself through college playing
bass in a touring band, using my numerous reading breaks and free months over the summer to tour. I wanted to stay at it, but it was bad enough I was going to school for media production.
My parents would have written me out of the will if I had become some kind of sleaze bag rocker. The fact that the band was a nine-piece symphonic metal outfit complete with sting-quartet, notwithstanding. I still had copies of our two indie albums. I would listen to them when I needed cheering up.
Addie was in the kitchen, having pulled on one of my shirts over her lovely nakedness. I couldn’t blame her really. The house could get pretty cold. When I came in, she was searching the cupboards. Stretching in a most enticing way, the shirt was riding up just enough to give a sense of potentiality.
I sucked her ear gently, arms around her, my hands unbuttoning the buttons. Getting the material out of the way, I gently stroked her pussy. Running my fingers along her tender lips as she moaned in pleasure. She bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the counter, literally bracing herself. Lifting the back of the shirt like a drape revealing a piece of art, I unzipped my pants, pressing the head of my cock against her wet pussy.
When she was ready, I pushed in to half my length and, putting my hands lightly on her hips, began to pump. Working the bulk of my monster cock deep inside her, I relished every squeak and moan that escaped her throat.
Getting close, I pulled out and eased her down on her knees in front of me. Instinctively knowing what to do, Addie took my cock into her mouth and accepted my massive load, swallowing down every last drop of thick, hot cum with demonstrable pleasure. Pulling her too me, we kissed passionately, my hand firmly squeezing her perfect ass.
“I need a bowl,” she said, when I finally relented.
The kitchen had apparently been easy enough to find. As had the milk being in the friend as was the tradition. The cereal, spoons and bowls, however, were quite another matter. The drawers and cupboards both numbering in the dozens. Each with its own shape and function.
We took our bowls to the dining room, where I noticed that Addie’s panties were still waiting patiently. Noticing them, she whisked them away as if it were all dreadfully embarrassing.
“I’ve seen you naked,” I pointed out.
“Oh, right.”
Relaxing a bit, Addie placed her erstwhile under things on the seat beside her and she dug into her Lucky Charms as if she were excavating gold.
“Childhood favourite?”
“Yeah, how’d ya know?” she asked.
“I’m eating Trix. Think about it.”
“I don’t usually go for nostalgia,” she said defensively.
“Me either,” I assured, “yet things still hold on anyway. Despite my best efforts. Most of my record collection is still on CD. Never really got into the MP3s. I mean, I understand it. It is a lot more convenient as well as cheaper. There are just some things I don’t trust computers with.”
“Like everyone else who really knows about them,” she said, with a wink.
I couldn’t quite tell if she was being serious or playing along with what she thought was a conspiracy theory. The fact was, I did know a lot about computers. The advantages as well as the weaknesses. My reluctance in some areas led many to believe I was a latter-day Luddite when nothing could really be further from the truth.
“There are going to be some changes to the show,” I lead in, knowing there would never be a good time.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. The ratings aren’t quite what was hoped, and they are looking for ways to ‘sex it up’,” I said, actually making the finger quotes.
“Uh oh.”
“What oh?”
“In my experience, finger quotes are never good.”
“That’s fair,” I concurred, having noticed much the same.
“What sort of changes are the wanting to make?”
“Well, it was suggested and agreed among the board of directors and other producers, I did not agree at all, that you should interact in a more, um, sensual way with the men on the digital dates. Only the ones you like. I insisted on it.”
“They want me to have phone-sex on camera?”
“Basically. The shot would be above your chest. You wouldn’t have to take off any clothes or anything.”
“I’m not sure I can do that. It kind of feels like cheating.”
“On who?” I asked dumbly.
“On you, silly.”
I hadn’t been expecting that. I knew we were getting a lot closer and shared a lot in common, but there was still the possibility that it was just a fling. I felt I might as well go for it.
“Addie, I love you. You don’t have to do anything, or not do anything because you think I won’t like it.”
Her spoon hit the bowl, making a terrible splash. Her hand was still in position halfway to her mouth.
“Y-you love me?”
“Yes. I know it sounds strange but -”
“I love you, too.”
It was like a lightning strike. All inhibitions melted away in a single instant. The bowls hit the floor without breaking, one of the advantages to buying quality. Milk and cereal went everywhere as Addie and I mauled each other on the tabletop, desperately tearing at each other’s clothes.
I helped Addie with my pants, my rock-hard cock springing out into her hand. Addie pounced on the opportunity, nearly impaling her mouth on my massive shaft, getting to her gag reflex and beyond as she passionately deep throated. I took hold of her head so she wouldn’t hurt herself in her wild abandon.
The load was even bigger than before. A firehose of cum, blasting down Addie’s lovely throat, not a single drop wasted. Easing my cock from her throat, Addie lay flat on her back, spreading her legs wide. She hooked her arms under her knees to keep them wide and back.
I dove in like a man possessed, devouring her sweet pussy like it was the most delicious thing on earth. In that moment, it was.
Addie moaned and squirmed under me. The rising tide of delight submerging her. I introduced a finger, working her pussy deep as I lapped at her outer lips and clit. Alternating between a light up and down and a hard, circular motion. Coaxing sounds out of her that let me know exactly how much she enjoyed what I was doing. Without the need for recognizable human language.
Bringing my love through the gates of ecstasy, I worked my way up her lithe body, planting kisses as I went. Blazing a trail from her pussy up to her neck, I finally came to a rest on her mouth.
As we traded our affections, tongues engaged in a beautiful dance, I gradually mounted Addie. Lifting her arms from around her legs to up over her head, my fingers laced tightly with hers. My cock well aligned with her well prepared pussy, it was really just a matter of a gentle push and I was inside her.
Moving with my thrusts like the gentle waves of the ocean, sweet Addie wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me even further into her embrace. With her encouragement, and at her silent insistence, I started going faster until the point that I was absolutely pounding her. My cock slammed balls deep into her pussy, and her head bounced occasionally off of the table. She didn’t seem to mind much, though.
She continually hollered at me to fuck her hard. Taking her at her word, I gladly obliged, pounding until the candelabra bounced itself from the center of the table to the very edge. Gravity was now taking over. The whole scene was ending in a fairly predictable way, as far as anyone was really able to predict anything, since the most accurate predictions tended to be unintentional.
I started to tense. Knowing what was about to happen, Addie put her head back, opening her mouth wide. Accepting the invitation, I slipped out of her pussy, her leg slacking to allow me to do so, and delivered my load into her waiting mouth. Addie gamely swallowed down each interval as it came.
I consoled her with my mouth, the kisses soft and loving. It was a counterpoint to the strong fucking I had just given her. It had been a long while since things had gotten that intense. The unofficial vow of chastity played
a large role in this fact. I refused to have sex unless it was love, which I had finally found with Addie.
“How’s your head?” I asked, gently stroking her cheek.
“Okay, I think. I haven’t had time to check.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“I love you,” she said, possibly just testing it out, seeing how the word felt in her mouth.
“Love you, too.”
We kissed again, the words apparently feeling very good indeed. Not that I could argue the point, especially after starting the whole thing.
“Not that it helps with the situation,” Addie pointed out.
“Not a lot, no. But still, it is nice to know where we stand. We can deal with whatever comes together.”
“Which is always easier,” she said, reaching down almost by way of demonstration and taking old of my still hard cock, stroking it gently.
“Agreed,” I said, laying down on the polished tabletop to make things easier.
Mixing strokes, with gentle licks, and then hard sucks, Addie helped me cum, taking the load into her mouth and swallowing it all down. Humming with delight as she did so.
“What are we going to do about the new show element?” Addie asked, lying down beside me and putting her head on my chest. She was no doubt able to hear the beating of my thudding heart.
“We’ll figure something out.”
Chapter Ten - Addie
It was a hell of a situation. I had gotten myself into some strange pickles before, to which Mercy could attest. She helped me get into most of them. But what was happening was like an acid dream fairy tale.
Living with the prince, whom I loved, in a house that wasn’t quite a mansion because a dreaded plague was sweeping the land. Loving in secret, because for anyone to find out could bring the whole dream coming down. Bringing up the whole question as to whether it was to keep it secret as if it wasn’t happening or risk it not happening. It was a real melon twister.