by Olivia Myers
Chris was startled. But when he stepped back to hide, he lost his balance on the bottom stair and jolted forward. He tumbled into the room with his jeans around his thighs and his cock still in his hand.
Roger and Sally glanced over at Chris, but they simply smiled and went back to fucking; they were too wrapped up in each other to pay him much attention.
Simone seemed to get over her surprise quickly, too. She placed the camera on a nearby stool and strode over to Chris, who was sprawled out on the floor. He tugged his pants up and covered his cock as much as he could. It strained against his jeans, begging for release.
Simone’s face didn’t display any malice or embarrassment; in fact, a smile slowly grew across her face as she neared him. When she was standing over Chris, she crouched down so she was level with his face.
“Christopher,” she said coolly. Her voice was low but still sweet, and it sent a seductive shiver up Chris’s spine that kept his dick stiff and his hand frozen over it. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you upstairs. Welcome to my studio.”
“Th-that’s okay, Simone,” Chris stammered in response. It was then that he noticed the pleasure in her voice and the smolder in her glance. She’s not mad, he thought. She wanted me to see this.
He took a breath – and a chance – before answering in the most confident voice he could muster. “Thanks for having me. I’m sorry I snuck in. I normally don’t do stuff like this.”
Simone glanced at the outline of his throbbing cock, visible through his jeans.
He took her smile as his cue to continue stroking himself through his pants. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
Simone chuckled. “That’s okay,” she said. “That’s what sex does to us. It’s just like art – it brings our passion to the surface and gives us the power to connect with one another. That’s what my latest project is all about.”
“Project?” Chris motioned to Roger and Sally with his free hand. “You mean this is all going to be on display?” Even this scene couldn’t keep his inner cynic from coming out. “That’s just porn, isn’t it?”
Simone smiled knowingly, prepared to defend her idea. “No, Chris. It isn’t porn at all. See, pornography is a tool. Its whole purpose is to get you off, so you are bombarded with music, sounds, fake tits, everything you need to create an orgasm, or an orgasmic sensation, at least.” Simone talked with the excitement of a scientist making a new and exciting discovery. “What I’m going to capture goes beyond that. I want to tell real stories about sex between real people, and reveal what makes us not just ‘cum,’ but what makes up that intimate connection that gives us true sexual joy.”
She smiled and looked into his eyes, while placing her hand lightly on the inner part of his thigh, just a few inches away from his tightening ball sac. Chris nearly came, just from her proximity.
She then motioned behind her to Roger and Sally. “Take these two, for example. They are so involved in their love that they aren’t even concerned about you and me right now.”
After Sally’s orgasm, Roger pulled himself out of her mouth and flipped her on her back. He drove back into her, pounding her with a firm but gentle rhythm. He pressed his body close to hers and thrust himself in deep. Sally threw her head back, gasping. Moments later, Roger began to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, Sally, here it comes…umm…where do you want it, my love?”
“Cum in me or cum on me, baby,” Sally responded in between her gasps. “Just cum. I’m all yours.” That seemed to be all that Roger needed to hear. He pulled out of her, stood up on the platform, and with a long moan, sprayed his woman with a shower of thick, milky seed. He grunted in sheer bliss. Sally met his waterfall of semen with an upturned face, letting him drip all over her body and catching drops of him in her mouth. Roger bent down, kissed his mate, and the two of them reclined on the huge pillows, facing Simone and Chris.
Chris continued to stroke himself through his pants. He was enjoying the best jerkoff of his life.
“Well, it looks like it’s time to start the interview,” Simone said.
Before Chris could respond, Simone took Chris’s hand away from his dick and yanked his pants back down to his thighs. Then she replaced his wanking hand with her mouth.
Chris groaned, not believing what was happening. Simone seemed to almost drink him in; her tongue lapped him down her throat, inch by inch, until her nose tickled the soft dark hairs at the base of his shaft. His length was massaged by Simone’s expert throat, and when he looked down and saw her head of beautiful hair bobbing up and down on him, a soft moan escaped his lips. After a few more moments, Simone slowly pulled herself off of Chris’s dick and looked up at him. “Now, what did you feel?” she asked.
“That was incredible,” he replied. “I haven’t had a ton of blowjobs or anything, but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“And do you know why?” Simone asked, gently massaging his cock while she looked at him. “Because I meant it. I wanted to suck your cock, Chris. So when I got the opportunity, I took advantage of it. That’s my whole message. People sometimes just play roles when it comes to sex – especially when they’re in relationships. It’s time for people to pay attention to each other in the bedroom.” She leaned into Chris and planted a soft kiss on his mouth.
Roger and Sally still reclined at the other side of the room. Ignoring their audience, Chris kissed her back, pulling her even closer. With his free hand he unbuttoned her white blouse and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. Once the hook was undone, his hand traveled back to her chest, where he took a breast in his hand and massaged it. Simone’s lilting sigh gave him permission to take a delicate, dime-sized pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinch. Simone’s sigh turned to a shudder and her body quivered. She broke the kiss and stood quickly, with the pace of a lover in desperate need of attention. In seconds she had her khakis and panties off, followed by her blouse and bra.
Chris, still sitting against the wall, looked up at the goddess before him. Simone’s red curls hung down her shoulders and rested on top of her perky bosom. She stood straddling Chris’s legs, so that her clit, hidden by the faintest whisper of ginger-colored hair, was directly in front of his face.
“Now,” she purred, “show me what you think I want. I bet you won’t be wrong.”
Chris leaned forward and kissed her clit, bringing forth yet another purr from Simone. He opened his mouth and began to lick her, running his tongue from the base of her vagina back to the clit, using broad strokes to taste as much of her as he could. She opened her legs wider, and as Chris’s hand moved up her thighs, she grabbed it and guided his fingers inside of her. He fucked her with his hand as he sucked her button.
“See,” she panted, “I told you you’d know.”
Chris continued to eat her, all the while furiously stroking his member. Soon the pressure in his nuts was unbearable. “Simone,” he said when he came up for air. “I’m going to cum.”
Before he finished the sentence, he felt the warmth of a mouth back on his dick. He peered around Simone’s thigh to find Sally swallowing him. Roger was behind Sally, fucking her again with his massive tool.
Chris instantly exploded, the cum shot out of his cock in thick pulses. Sally didn’t spill a drop, even with rocking back and forth from Roger’s thrusts.
“Fuuuuuck,” Simone wailed from above him, and her thighs began to shake. Chris put his mouth back on her pussy just in time to be doused with her sweet nectar.
Roger and Sally continued to fuck as Simone kneeled back down in front of Chris. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “Well, I think I’d like to give you the job. Do you want it? You’d help me book appointments and, um, help with the clients, like you did with Sally here.”
“Hell yes,” Chris replied, pulling up his pants. “I think I can learn a lot here.”
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Chris woke up the next day in his bed, still reeling from the events of his very first job interview. Or was that “blow-job
” interview? As his cock begin to harden at the memory, his cell phone buzzed next to him. A familiar number popped up on the caller ID. He was already smiling before he said, “Hey Kara, what’s up?”
“Hey Chris,” his friend said excitedly. “I just got a call from that teacher of yours, Simone. I forgot to tell you that I put in an application with her for that assistant’s gig. She said she just hired you.”
“Uh, yeah,” Chris said. “I just interviewed last night.”
“Cool,” Kara said. “She told me that she realized she needed some more help with her new project, and that she thought I’d be a good fit. She thinks you and I would work well together.”
The flirtatious tone in Kara’s voice was unmistakable.
“Yeah, I think we would work well together,” Chris said.
“Do you think I could come over today? She said you might be able to fill me in on what the job would entail?”
Chris’s cock throbbed, and he smiled. “Oh yeah, definitely. Why don’t you stop by right now?”
THE END
Ghostly Whispers of Love
A newborn baby’s cry echoed down the dank hallways of the Blockstone estate. Little Ann was forgotten in her bassinet as the midwife attended to Ann’s mother and the maid fetched the doctor. Ann’s father paced outside of the bedroom door in sheer panic.
Outside, the world continued on, completely unaware of the tragedy occurring in the Blockstone household. The street was bustling with people headed to the market to sell and buy, buy and sell. A light breeze kept the temperature a little chilly, but when the sun peeked through the sparse clouds, it was a very pleasant afternoon at the market. The women still wore shawls and gloves to keep warm, and the men would put on and take off their jackets, not sure if it was too cold or just right.
The Blockstone’s maid, Neala, ran out down the hallway and out of the front door. She put her hand over her eyes to find the little errand boy who meandered through the streets looking for work. Upon finding him, she scrambled down the stone stairs and grabbed him by the arm. She whispered something in his ear and then shouted, “Go! Hurry!”
The errand boy ran through the crowd at an alarming pace, pushing past people without apology. He had to reach the doctor. Only, it was too late.
After giving birth, Jane was able to hold her baby for a brief moment, and she named her baby girl Ann. Only moments after the midwife had taken Ann to clean her off, Jane slipped away. Sobbing, the midwife stroked Jane’s hair and held her hand as they waited for the doctor who was no longer needed. Neala dashed back inside and picked up the still-crying child; she looked around the room to see what else needed to be done when she realized that there was nothing else to do except calm the screaming baby. Silent tears started to stream down Neala’s face as she realized that this little baby had already lost her mother. Neala quietly stepped out of the room and into the nursery that was prepared for this little darling. She sat down in a rocking chair near the window that faced the garden, and the two continued to weep together.
Back in the study, the father shut the blinds and sat with his back against the corner bookcase. He cried silently as he pulled at his hair and rocked back and forth, causing some of his books to shift and fall onto the floor. For all of his work in Parliament, this was a disaster Roderick Blockstone had never known. His lovely, sweet Jane was gone. What would he do without her?
***
Roderick and Jane had been married for ten years. They met when Jane had attended her first ball at her Aunt Lily’s house.
Jane’s aunt was always thrilled to host social gatherings of all kinds, but nothing excited her Aunt Lily quite as much as a ball did. When Jane was younger, she would have to stay home as her family attended these gatherings, which made Jane quite envious.
Finally it was Jane’s turn to attend her first dance. Her oldest sister Emeline had pinned Jane’s glossy brown hair back, leaving delicate tendrils to frame her luminous face. Jane’s second oldest sister, Martha, adorned her with their mother’s golden locket. It was tradition for every woman in the family to wear this locket at her first ball.
Jane looked into the mirror admiring her beautiful hair, her favorite feature aside from her deep emerald eyes. As she gazed at herself, she felt she had transformed into lovely young woman. Her slight youthful frame had been given shape by the corseted bodice of her gown, which was adorned with delicate lace at the neckline and embroidered with blue flowers and pearls.
Jane had been so excited to attend the ball that she insisted her sisters dance with her in every spare moment. Finally, the night had come! Beatrice, Jane’s mother, called her three daughters down the stairs announcing that their father had just pulled the carriage up. The four women talked incessantly and over each other while Rupert smiled to himself, amused at the chipmunk-like chatter of these women he held so dear to his heart.
Jane was filled with awe as the carriage pulled up to her Aunt Lily’s home. She had always imagined how Aunt Lily would decorate her household for the occasion, but she never imagined this. Lights were on in every room of the house creating an orb of light that could be seen upon entering the grand estate. The trees that lined the entrance to the estate were decorated with white, pink and gold ribbons that gently swayed in the wind as the smell of cherry blossoms wafted by. Extra servants were hired to valet the carriages, feed and water the horses, take the visitors’ coats, and serve delicious wine and hors-d'oeuvres. Jane and her sisters politely took glasses of champagne from one of the male waiters and giggled in delight to themselves after the waiter walked away. Jane had never had champagne before, but she copied her sisters, only taking small sips.
As her sisters grabbed another glass, Jane politely declined because she wanted to look available to dance if a gentleman happened to ask. She was almost so eager as to ask someone herself, but she knew she must be patient. She swayed to the string quintet and tapped her feet to the faster dances.
Then, as the quintet played the final chord to a minuet, she saw him. When Roderick Blockstone entered the room, all of the young women turned toward him and stared. Not only was he an eligible bachelor from a very wealthy and powerful family in London, he was also very handsome. His brown eyes had little gold flecks that would shine in the dimmest of light. His thick brown hair and his olive complexion made him the most attractive man at the ball. Roderick followed his mother and father over to Aunt Lily and Uncle Louis to thank them for the invitation.
Jane had heard of the Blockstone family, of course; they had formidable wealth and political influence. Everyone wanted to be invited to the Blockstone estate for it was the highest social honor one could hope for. But aside from a brief glance at Mrs. Blockstone in her carriage once, Jane had never met any of that family.
As Roderick’s parents were engaged in dull conversation with the Mitchells, his attention started to wander. His eyes spanned the crowd and stopped on a lovely girl he hadn’t seen before. Her dark hair with delicate curls showed off her lovely pale face. He couldn’t help but notice her rosy cheeks and full pink lips. She had a delicate frame and a smile that made his heart soar.
Jane locked eyes with Roderick, and for a brief moment, neither one of them could look away. Jane quickly looked down and bit her lip as she felt her face flushing. Emeline noticed right away that Jane had suddenly gone quiet and still. It didn’t take her long to figure out who had caught her little sister’s fancy.
She took Jane aside so their mother couldn’t hear her, and Emeline whispered, “That is Roderick Blockstone. He comes to these events all the time, and every girl fawns over him. Although, I suppose that will end soon.”
Jane looked up at Emeline, confused. “What do you mean?”
Emeline explained, “Roderick is going to university soon to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a member of Parliament. I doubt he will have much time for frivolous social activities.”
Jane frowned at this terrible news, but Emeline nudged her little sister
saying, “So, you better introduce yourself tonight.”
“But, I can’t just walk up to him and introduce myself!”
“No, I suppose you’re right. Ah! I have an idea.”
Emeline set down her glass of champagne and took her little sister’s hand, guiding Jane to Uncle Louis. Emeline politely kissed her uncle on both cheeks and started conversing with him about his horses. Uncle Louis told Emeline that he had been learning about horse breeding from Mr. Blockstone to which Emeline responded, “I don’t think that Jane has had the pleasure of meeting the Blockstones. Do you think that you could introduce her to them?”
Jane’s heart had gone up to her throat, and she wasn’t sure her legs would move. Emeline once again squeezed Jane’s hand in delight as their uncle turned around to interrupt Aunt Lily’s undoubtedly dull conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Blockstone.
“Excuse me, darling,” Uncle Louis politely said to his wife. “I don’t believe our lovely niece, Jane, has been properly introduced to the Blockstones. Jane, this is Mr. Charles Blockstone and his lovely wife, Gwendolyn.”
Jane curtsied as she was being introduced. Mr. Blockstone nearly bumped into his son as he was turning to introduce him. “Jane, this is our son, Roderick. Roderick, this is Jane Cromwell, the youngest daughter of Rupert and Beatrice Cromwell.” Jane thought she saw Roderick blush as they were being introduced, but it was hard to tell anything from his unreadable expression. As Jane’s uncle resumed conversation with the Blockstones, she kept glancing at Roderick, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he was glancing at her as well.
Then, Jane noticed Roderick looking downward as he smiled and even chuckled a little to himself. She looked inquisitively at him and immediately felt embarrassed because she was sure he was laughing at her. Just as Jane was about to turn away, Roderick offered his hand to her and asked her if she would dance with him.
In her astonishment, all Jane could do was nod. With her hand in his, she was surprised her legs still knew how to work as they approached the dance floor. She glanced back at Emeline who was grinning ear-to-ear. Jane turned to face Roderick and gently placed her left hand on his shoulder and her right hand in his. They started to waltz and his sturdy frame and gentle eyes guided her effortlessly across the dance floor.
