by Opal Cole
She whispered: "Bite me gently, but bite my nipple." The other breast was occupied by my hand stroking and twisting gently her extended nipple. She moaned louder and pushed my hand into her pussy. When my finger entered her and I felt her clitoris firm and upright, I pushed down deep into her and my thumb stroked her clit. She yelled and came very noisily. I was right: she was easily excited and willing to come for me. When she relaxed, she smiled.
"Nice hors d'oeuvre, my love, but today I want more!"
I went for the next course and slid down, pushing her dress away. Her pussy was waiting for me and she opened her legs for me to have easier access. She was dripping and the smell of her arousal was very strong. I bent down and licked her between her thighs, but avoiding for this time her pussy. She did not like this and complained: "I want more, my love, much more."
Who was I to deny her this wish? I settled down between her legs and started to kiss her seriously. She moved around trying to push her outer lips into my mouth and asking my tongue to penetrate her. It was wonderful: to see and hear your woman in ecstasy asking you to take her; was there anything better in this world? I added another finger in her pussy and pushed deep inside with my tongue teasing her clitoris. She started to cry out again and pushed her legs around my head holding me in a desperate grip almost strangling me. Then she pushed my head into her pussy, yelled " Yes ... Yes ... YES...! "and came again, this time more strongly and as it occasionally happened with her in the throes of her thrill, she squirted straight into my mouth. Her fluids were light and very tasty, at least for me, and she filled my mouth. I swallowed everything and when she opened her eyes and saw me smiling at her, she threw herself forward and embraced me. Her tongue entered my mouth and she could taste herself.
"Not bad, but I prefer yours!"
I got her a glass of champagne and she drank deeply.
"My love, this was wonderful, but today I need more. I need you to take me as your woman and to take me hard and fast. I want to feel that I'm yours, and that I'm here to please you, not me. Please do this for me!"
She turned around and was on her arms and knees with her ass pointing upwards. She looked at me and said: " Don't make love to me today -- take me as yours. I need you inside of me. I need you to be in me, filling me and coming in me. I want to be taken hard and deep; will you please do this for me tonight?"
I have to admit that I lost it at that moment. I ripped off the dress and pushed into her, not really caring whether I took her in her pussy or in her ass and neither did she seem to care. She was ready, actively wet and tight. We were perfectly fitted to each other, and when I was deep down, she screamed, biting into the pillow I pushed into her face. She reached back and placed her hands on her ass and pulled her cheeks aside to get me really close. She pushed herself against me, rocking with every thrust and moaning in joy.
She seemed to have one continuous orgasm that had started as soon as I had entered her. I pounded her, lost in the feeling of taking my woman, and she asked for more and more. I pulled my shaft a bit back and pushed it forward with all force. She accompanied every move and when once we came apart, she took my shaft and placed it back into her. It was very tight and I realized that I was in her ass, not anymore in her pussy. It didn't matter, we wanted to take and to give, and where was of secondary importance. She moaned again and pushed back as I entered her deeply " yes ... yes ... deeper ... take my ass ... it is yours ... faster ... I am coming ... NOW!"
And as she exploded I did, too. I felt my semen filling her as I pumped into her, and she tightened her ass muscles to suck the last drop out of me. Then she fell forward on the stomach and I on her.
After a while, I remembered that I was a lot heavier than she and rolled over to one side. She protested "Don't go. Stay inside me, please. I want to feel you as long as possible."
When my penis finally shrunk to its normal size, it popped out and a lot of fluids followed. She protested weakly and when I got up and got some washcloth to clean us up, she was already asleep when I came back. Funny: did women not complain all the time that men had their pleasure and then fell asleep? Well, I was tired, too, as this had been emotionally very exhausting and I had to think later what had brought it on; Maureen was normally more the loving and gentle type, not the sexually aggressive and even a bit submissive woman. It seemed that tonight she wanted to be someone different, to be taken hard, and even perhaps submit her body to her master. This was not Maureen I knew, and I wanted to find out what had caused it, but not now; now I wanted to hold her in my arms, cuddle with her and fall asleep knowing that the next morning she was still there.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, she was already awake and looking at me. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. "Good morning, sleepyhead. I have been awake for some time and have been watching you. Do you know that you smile when you sleep? Did you dream of me?"
Actually I had dreamed of her and a trip to a lonely island with lots of white sand, small waves, sunshine, and ice-cold bottles of champagne. We were walking naked along the beach when I woke up.
"I always smile when I think of you, whether it is in a dream or in reality. Come here, my love, I need a good morning kiss."
She moved forward, but could not suppress a small moan.
"What did you do to me the last night? Almost all of my body hurts: pray tell where did these bite marks come from? And my pussy and even my ass hurts like it they have been invaded by a monster. Do you know anything about this?"
"Do you remember what happened? That you asked me to take you hard and fast? And that I took you as you requested: hard and fast and I finished you in your ass. You practically fainted at the end. I was surprised, but you begged for it, my love."
"James, I know. We make love so wonderfully tender and gentle, but yesterday I needed to feel that you're my lord and master, that I needed to be shown that you're my man and submit to this, and that you're not only firmness and love, but that you can also take what is yours, and by force if necessary. This was an exception, my love, but very occasionally I will need this again, but now I need tender loving care!"
I hugged her and kissed her tenderly. My hands went automatically to her proud breasts and she started to laugh.
"Did you see how you looked after kissing my breasts? I had used a lot of makeup on my breasts, and after a while it was all on your face. It was funny, you know, but nice. James, I love you so much and I'll always be at your side whatever happens. Mr. Cunningham seemed to like you and he might offer you a job somewhere else, and perhaps even better than the one you just received. Make your decision as you think best, as I'll go with you to wherever you want to be."
I did not know why this came up but filed it away for future use. Then my stomach growled, and Maureen laughed.
"My man needs food! Have a shower and come to the kitchen. I'll prepare and serve breakfast and I would serve even more, but I believe that today that would hurt too much. I'll owe you."
She presented her breasts for my good morning kisses (with a small moan included as she moved forward) and left for the kitchen. I had my shower, put on shorts and a t-shirt and followed the inviting smell to the kitchen. Maureen had already prepared the table, put a bottle of champagne in the cooler, and was preparing pancakes. She was naked and had only a small little apron to protect her against hot fat drops. When I came close and embraced her, she told me to go away.
"If you start something, you'll want to finish it, and I'm physically unable at this moment to satisfy you and me. Time and patience will resolve this, my love, and I promise that I'll make up for it, but sit down now and stay away from me!"
I obeyed and watched her finish the pancakes, I got the coffee and we started our breakfast. She had taken off the apron and since the table had a glass top, I could see every moment she made. Her breasts juggled a bit, her legs opened and closed, and her pussy winked at me.
"Maureen, stop this. If you really feel uncomfortable in your nether regions, you better
get a robe, and forget the transparent one. You know that I get excited when I see you this way, and after last night I feel that I've to compensate the roughness with tender love. I want you, but not if it hurts."
"My love, my body is yours. Do you want me now? I'll take you anywhere you want to have me, and a little bit of pain is not important. You remember what was said when we made love the first time? I'm yours to take anytime and anywhere, and if you need me now, I'm happy and willing and eager to satisfy every need."
"Maureen, I don't know whether I liked last night. It was rough and that I don't want to have with you. Also you don´t serve me: we make love! Perhaps you're right that you will need it once in a while and I'll even enjoy it at the moment, but afterwards I need you in my arms, loving you."
She got up and sat on my lap.
"James, I love you from deep in my heart and I'll never disappoint you. Tell me what you want, and I'll follow."
"I want what we both want. Maureen, so go and get a robe so that we can talk like normal people and I can actually follow a line of thought. Looking at your breasts and pussy deviate my attention pretty fast!"
She laughed happily, kissed me, got a robe and complained that the pancakes were now cold. "Men!... " was the only word I understood form her mumblings. She did them again, and with the other food on the table and the champagne in our glasses, we finished our breakfast in high spirits. We planned the following days and decided that she would have to return to Brisbane on Sunday to be at her house when Eileen returned. The rest of the day was very pleasant, and we took the Porsche for a run; that is Maureen did this! I still had to tell her that the happy smile had not worked on the traffic guy: the fine was high, and it was in my name! Later we had lunch at a restaurant at the quay and at night we finished a half bottle of a nice red Shiraz and after making delicious love, fell asleep early. She had to go back rather early and I drove her to the airport: a kiss, a wave, and she was gone.
When I entered the office, the reception was a bit different: somehow more formal, more distant. It seemed that everyone knew about the promotion and thought a director had to be treated differently from a mere manager. Fools! Mary Ann was the same helpful assistant as always; she had my mail on my desk, my emails sorted and prioritized, and a cup of tea on my desk.
"Mr. Winter, may I talk to you for a moment?"
I told her to come in and sit down.
"Mr. Winter, there will be changes with your promotion and selections have to be made. I would like to put my name in as your secretary and assistant in your new job. I know that Frank's secretary will probably leave and that you can select from a lot of competent people in this company. I just would like to jump the queue and let you know that I like to work with you, and I assume that during the time you've been here I've not disappointed you. So keep me in mind when you make your decision. Back to business: Frank wants to meet you immediately, and you have a meeting with Mr. Smythe-Jones at 11:00 and Sir Allan invites you for lunch. I have accepted the meeting with the prospect; can I accept the lunch also?"
I agreed and looked through my mail; there was nothing really important and easily resolved. Mary Ann was a treasure. The meeting with Frank was a bit strange; he knew that he was moved laterally, and I was promoted, and for both of us the reason was the same case, but he took it like a professional and started to hand over his files on customers and prospects. He had much more interesting and unused information than I suspected, and I was wondering whether the NT case was the only reason to move him. He also told me that his secretary had decided to retire and move to Perth, so I had a free hand to select my secretary.
I left to meet my prospect, but was advised that he had cancelled the meeting, so I had enough time to call our HR department and see whether there were any reasons that would prohibit me from selecting my secretary. There were none and the lady told me that Mary Ann had had excellent evaluations throughout her career in the company and in her opinion, she was probably the best candidate. She would get a promotion and a significant increase in her salary.
This convinced me to call her in and tell her that if she wanted the job it was hers. She smiled, closed the door and came around my desk and gave me a little kiss.
"Mr. Winter, you've been an outstanding boss and I'd love to continue to work with you. This was just my way of saying thank you. By the way, you look nice when you blush this way -- I'm also that kind of person that tries not to show her emotions. Irene has told you that you should be a bit more flexible and attainable in your new job, since the distant and efficient German won't be sufficient anymore. You've improved a lot since you got engaged and Maureen has asked me to look out for you, so don't be afraid: this was a onetime kiss for the gentleman you are."
She smiled again and left grinning widely. I called her back: "You have spoken to Maureen?"
"No, she called me, told me about your engagement and asked me to make certain that you would not be allowed to do anything foolish because you did not know our peculiar Australian habits. She also told me that she had spoken to Peter and that he had told her that she could trust me; after all, I am engaged, too."
"Under these circumstances, call me James when we are alone or just among friends. I would feel uncomfortable to be too intimate in front of customers, but the rest goes."
"Yes, James. You seem to have been taught well..."
The lunch with Sir Allan went well. We discussed business, people and eventual changes I wanted to do. He told me that I had a free hand as long as I advised him beforehand about any serious change, especially if I wanted to promote people.
Then he came back to heraldry. "I knew I had seen that coat of arms before. Are you related to the de Winters that lived for a long time in the eastern part of Germany? If yes, we might be even related somehow in a very remote way since one of my ancestors once married to a de Winter."
I told him the story and asked him not to comment on this with anybody since I wanted to keep a surprise for my Maureen. He smiled and promised to keep his mouth shut, but he could not promise that his wife would not find out: MI6 was an amateur compared to her.
The rest of the week was filled with meetings and more meetings, and the occasional contact with my previous customers. Frank had been over his bad mood and it was an excellent handover.
Maureen called me every night and said that her mother was a different person -- quiet, supporting, completely involved in our wedding, handling her job as CEO of NT very competently and even more important, her loving mother. Eileen called me also and said that she wanted to talk to me; was she allowed coming to Sydney one weekend so that we had enough time to resolve our problems? Her voice was quiet and firm, and it seemed that she had come back to be the woman I had loved. I told her that the coming two weekends I was very busy, but that the following weekend was fine and that I was looking forward seeing her.
The time flew by and with the handover and my forthcoming trip to HQ, I could not even see Maureen. We spoke often on the phone, but this was not a substitution for looking at her and holding her in my arms. I told her about Eileen's forthcoming visit, and she was enthusiastically in favor of it.
"James, please be nice to her. She's the mother I always wanted and she loves you -- I know this. When she talks about you, there is that shine and need in her eyes that I know well from my own experience. Please love her!"
I had started to make some changes in the marketing department, and everyone was up and running. Sir Allan had agreed to the promotions and there was a different mood in my area: aggressiveness, drive, competitiveness, and best of all, total cooperation. The NT project group was well ahead of our expectation and their counterparts seemed to have been contaminated by the same spirit. I was advised that the first NT computers were on a ship and estimated to arrive in Brisbane within ten days. This would cause more work for our system engineers; thank God, that was not my problem!
The only bad news was that Mary Ann came in one morning very upset. I asked wh
at happened and she grimaced -- she had fought with her boyfriend. Apparently, he wanted more from her than she wanted to give, and he became upset, yelled at her and left. I told her that if she wanted to talk to me or Maureen, we were always ready for her to listen and help if possible. She got better during the day and at the end, she almost smiled once.
I had not forgotten that Eileen would come in this weekend and even went shopping for food and more wines. I asked Peter for help and he suggested some reds and whites and they were rather expensive, but he knew they were for Maureen. She had to stay in Brisbane as the wedding ceremony seemed to get out of control!
I tried to go home early, but as always recently, work was never finished. At the end, I pulled myself away and went home.
I knew Eileen was there: my capacity to feel Maureen's presence and to a lesser degree, Eileen's nearness had not been diminished. When I opened the door, I was again surprised how beautiful she was.
She was sitting on the couch, but got up and gave me a little kiss -- very unassuming and hesitant. I took her in my arms and kissed her and not hesitant at all, but with love. She pulled her head back, looked at me and returned the kiss with passion, hugged me and put her head on my shoulder.
"You don't know how much I missed this!"
Then she said that she had prepared dinner for us and whether I wanted to have a shower first. I agreed and looking at her, still dressed in a formal white shirt and a black short skirt, I suggested that she also changed into something more comfortable; after all, she was at home. I was prepared to make matters as easy as possible for her to avoid future problems and I remembered more the good moments than the bad ones. She smiled, kissed me once more and I had to smile: she went to the guest room to change. She was really leaving all initiatives to me. I showered and changed into t-shirt and slacks to show respect for my future mother-in-law.
