Anything He Wishes 2
Alana Marlowe
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Anything He Wishes 2
1
[The lump in my throat didn't compare to the knots in my stomach. How could he do this to me? After deliberately dumping that glass of wine onto Mrs. Fitch's lap, now I was being forced to go to a dinner party at her house? Will she even let me past the front door?
I leaned back into the corner of the seat with a pout as I crossed my arms in amazement. Nathan's smug expression didn't dim the light in his eyes or the moistness between my legs.
"What? After what happened today?" I begged for some kind of justification.
"It isn't up for discussion. I needed an escort. You are my escort. I will take care of handling her. You just be on your best behavior tonight." His confidence left little hope that I would actually be allowed in her house.
"At the moment, there is something else you need to attend to."
He took my hand and led me around in front of him, pushing me down to my knees. I could see his tented pants as I looked up into his eyes seeking permission to explore further.
His approving nod was all it took for my hands to instinctively begin unbuckling his belt. Eyes closed, he laid his head back on the seat waiting for me to service him.
My breath quickened as I unzipped his trousers as if I was opening a present. He squirmed a bit as I pulled the waistband of his shorts down to reveal his swollen shaft. His gasp from my mouth surrounding his cock made my belly quiver as I worked to open my throat to accommodate his girth. The thick bulbous head already seeping, as I flicked my tongue under it, making him moan in delight.
I felt his fingers tangling my hair as he grabs my head to control my movements. With firm pressure he begins to push my face farther into his crotch, grunting each time he hits the back of my throat.
It has been a while since I gave head and I find myself gagging briefly as I try to relax. He stops pushing my head down to allow me to breath.
"Relax your throat. I won't hurt you. But I want you to learn how to take me all the way." He rumbled.
Still with a full mouth, I nodded and took a deep breath, relaxing my throat. Gently he pushed his head past my gag reflex and back out again. Slowly and steadily he continued to fuck my mouth deep with his cock as I worked to maintain the same rhythm.
My heart jumped when he tightened his grip on my hair, holding my head firmly in one hand. I could hear his breathing quicken and could feel his thighs tighten underneath my arms.
"That's it baby, don't stop."
The sense of urgency in the air kept me pistoning my head over his manhood, waiting to feel the eruption in my mouth. But just before he got there, he pulled my head back and his cock popped out of my mouth.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" His guttural command forced me to comply. With his free hand, he grabbed his cock and stroked it to its end as the white cream shot out and all over my face and mouth as he watched.
Not expecting to be on the receiving end of a cum shower, I didn't move. As he unlaced his fingers from my hair, he reached behind him and grabbed a towel that was sitting in the back window.
"Mmmmm..." I said, as I licked what I could reach with my tongue, swallowing what I could.
He chuckled as he took the towel and wiped the rest of his seed from my face.
"Thought you might enjoy a facial." He jested.
I smiled at his sense of humor.
"Now I need another shower."
"Not to worry, you can shower at Caroline's."
"Who's Caroline?"
There was a pause as he finished tucking in his shirt and buckling up his trousers. The contemplative look on his face made the answer to the question even more intriguing.
"Let's just say she is a personal friend of mine."
2
My curiosity was urging me to press for more answers, but I decided it best to wait and see who she was before pushing.
We took a turn off the main road down a long private drive. It was hard to see through the black tinted windows at night, but when we arrived at the house, I felt like I had been transported back in time.
As Pete opened the door and offered his hand to help me out of the back of the Limo, my mouth dropped at the sight of this Antebellum home. Huge white columns across the front of both stories made a larger than life impression. The moonlight on the alabaster white house made it look as if it was glowing.
Soft light crept through the sheers of most of the windows. The huge double mahogany doors were flanked by smaller windows of leaded clear glass that sparkled as the light reflected through it.
Nathan took me by the hand and led me to the front door. He didn't have a chance to knock before the door opened and out came a rather portly woman dressed in a tightly corseted bustier and flowing skirt.
"Nathan! Darling!" Her accent was thick and southern. She hugged Nathan and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I could see him blush a little as he hugged her back with a smile.
"Good to see you Caroline. I hope you can help me with something."
"Anything for you Darling." she gushed.
"This is Jessica. I need you to help her out by getting her cleaned up and into something appropriate for a dinner at Mrs. Fitch's tonight."
All of a sudden all eyes were on me. My anxiety heightened as she pulled out of Nathan's arms and took a circling walk around me, looking me over.
"How much time do I have?" she questioned.
"Can you have her done in an hour?
It was if I was an inanimate object. No one bothered to ask me what I wanted.
"I will do my best Darling." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house behind her. Looking back at Nathan, he was grinning from ear to ear as he followed us in the house.
As we made our way towards the huge staircase, I couldn't help but notice the huge crystal chandelier that hung over the foyer. It glittered as we moved past, throwing tiny rainbow bits all over the walls. The marble floor echoed Caroline's shoes as she clacked her way over to the plush carpeted stairway. The soft fabric of her skirt made her appear almost as if she was floating over the floor.
Caroline paused briefly and called out.
"Girls, please make sure Mr. Ross feels welcome."
As we topped the curve in the stairway, I looked down just in time to see Nathan being surrounded by three beautiful women, all dressed in sexy lingerie and heels. I dug my heels into the carpet when it dawned on me that we were in a brothel. I started to yell out in protest, but Caroline jerked my arm forward pulling me up the stairs.
I wasn't sure if the knots in my stomach were from seeing Nathan with other women or from being taken over by the busty Mae West look-a-like holding my arm.
We made it to the end of the hall where she opened the door into a huge room full of mirrors and beautiful dresses with lots of sequins and feathers.
"Girls, we have a project!" She called out, almost with joy.
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p; A door at the back of the room opened and in bounced another two women dressed sexy and smiling.
"Take her into the bathroom and show her where the things are to get cleaned up. Then let's get something picked out for her to wear."
The two women clapped their hands like kids that just were told they were heading to Disney World. I felt like I was in some kind of movie as each of the girls came and grabbed each hand, pulling through the room and into the bathroom.
One turned on the shower while the other pulled out a towel and washcloth.
"There is soap and hair stuff in the shower. Hurry up so we can make you beautiful!"
Then in a flash they were gone. The hot water made me highly aware of my previously warmed bottom as I quickly washed my body and thought about what these women were going to do with me. I wrapped myself up in the fluffy robe that was left and twisted my hair up in the towel as I made my way back out into the dressing room.
One of the girls came and grabbed my hand, pulling me over to a large barber style chair. I felt like I was on some makeover show as they doted over me, putting on makeup and combing the knots out of my long wet hair.
I sat and watched in amazement as these girls transformed me into something even I could not have imagined. My makeup was perfect, my hair was up and into a bunch of curls at the back of my head, with a few that dangled around the sides of my face.
Once the hair and face were finished, I was pulled out of the chair and my fluffy robe was pulled off of me. Even though I was around a bunch of women, I wasn't used to being naked in front of strangers and quickly tried to cover my nakedness and hoped that no one would notice the redness from my previous spanking.
The girls giggled at me as they went to the armoire to pull out some new lingerie for me to wear. A black satin bustier was being wrapped around my body and locked in the back. The dangling garters tickled my thighs as I squirmed inside of it to get it up under my breasts.
Sitting on the edge of the chaise, I began pulling up the black stockings and lace panties that matched. All this luxurious fabric made me feel special. I began more and more to understand the allure of dressing in sexy under things. The satin hugged my waistline and pulled me in, giving my breasts and ass emphasis where it needed it the most.
"Well now, that's an improvement!" Caroline boasted as she re-entered the room and looked me over head-to-toe. "I have just the dress for you."
She sauntered over to the large rack full of bright colors, pulling out a royal blue dress. Overjoyed, I bounced over and grabbed the dress, holding it up to me and turning to look in the mirror. It was strapless, pulled in at the waist and an A-line skirt. As she helped me step into the dress, I looked at myself in the mirror. I cleaned up pretty good after all.
The dress fit like a glove, even over the bustier. There was a black layer of crinoline underneath the skirt which made it flare out a little. There was a single line of stones right down the middle of the breasts that gave it a little glamour.
"Over in that other cabinet are the shoes. Find a pair of black that fit." Caroline instructed.
I opened the doors to a huge cabinet full of shoes of every color. Taking the safe route, I found a pair of black suede pumps that fit well and gave my calves that added oomph.
I stood in the middle of the room as Caroline and the other girls looked me over. I felt so elegant and beautiful as I looked at myself in the mirror.
"I think Nathan will find you in much better shape now."
Caroline motioned for me to follow her out of the room. As we headed back down the staircase, I heard the sound of laughter and giggles as I reached the foyer. Caroline pointed me towards the front parlor. Standing in the doorway waiting for him to notice, he was flanked by two women and one on his lap, and all the girls were making sure to make a fuss over him.
He turned his eyes towards me and smiled, pushing the girl on his lap off so he could stand. The other girls in the room seemed to disappear and it was now just him looking at me as he walked towards me.
His sexy smile spoke volumes. He seemed to like what he saw.
"You have outdone yourself, Caroline." He said to her as she showed up in the doorway. He took my hand and led me into the room as Caroline told the other girls to leave, closing the door behind her.
Bringing me close, he reached up and touched my face with the back of his hand, gently caressing my cheek and looking down into my eyes with a softness about him that was alluring.
"You...are breathtaking." He whispered.
As I smiled at him I could feel the heat from the pit of my belly flow up towards my face. I wanted him to desire me more than those other girls. It made me a little uneasy being in a brothel. I had never been exposed to these kinds of women before.
There was a small fire that was glowing and it warmed me as I got closer as I pulled away and walked over to the fireplace. Admiring all the pretty crystal and silver that littered the mantle, I could tell this lady was wealthy and I wondered if she was a hooker too or if she just managed the girls.
My eyes went into a stare as I watched the small flame flicker between the charred wood. Going to Mrs. Fitch's dinner was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I felt sexy but I also now felt more uncomfortable thinking about having to be on my best behavior around her. It irritated me that I even had to go.
I was pulled back into the present with the touch of his lips on the back of my shoulder. His lips were hot and I longed to feel them on mine. Turning around, I could see the soft glimmer of the firelight on his face that made him glow even more than he did already. It was then that I noticed we were in the room alone.
His strong arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into his chest, bringing his lips to mine. Heat shot through my body as his tongue probed my mouth. Damn, did this boy know how to kiss. Right now all I wanted was to get lost in his kisses and not think about anything else. My mind melded into mush as my body responded to his. Nipples went rock hard and electricity pulsed through me so much so that I could hold a light bulb in my hand and make it glow.
He pulled away and I took a deep breath, leaning towards him as if to seek out his lips again with mine. He had other intentions. He turned my body away from his and took both of my hands in his, putting them up on the mantle.
"Now, spread your legs." He whispered in my ear, nibbling my neck as I tried to spread my legs in high heels. His hands strolled downward, seeking my hot slit...his fingers gently pulling at my panties to try to get inside. With one hand in the front the pads of his fingers found my nub and began to rub in a circular motion while his other hand came from behind. Pulling my panties aside, he let out a little gasp in unison with mine when his fingers hit my hot, wet hole.
Pushing gently but firmly, his middle finger swam through the juices flooding his fingers, up and inside as his other hand continued the circles on my clit. My legs began to tremble as I felt the waves begin. My grip on the mantle was firm as I tried to keep my balance.
He pulled his middle finger out of my wetness and took the tip of it back to my puckered hole. I gasped as he pressed gently against it, wondering if he was going to force his finger past the tight sphincter. Teasing me, he circled my pucker then plunged back inside my slit.
Pushing inside me then pulling back, pushing and pulling until I was dizzy and trying to stay upright. As my body started to convulse with waves of pleasure, he pulled out of my slit and pushed his finger into my backside. Thank goodness the mantle was screwed in tight because I was using it to hold my weight, trying not to collapse from the waves of ecstasy that flowed through me.
I could feel my sphincter open for him with each wave as he pressed a little deeper until my orgasm screamed out of me with a shudder. He held his hands still for a moment allowing my body to calm for a moment, then slowly removed the penetrating fingers.
I gasped at their removal and pulled myself up and my legs together as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Pulling my panties back into pos
ition, I found myself needing to sit and found the closest chair. Falling into it, I closed my eyes and allowed my body to feel the release of endorphins flow through me.
Breathing deep, I opened my eyes to find Nathan standing in front of me with a sexy grin on his face, looking as if he had just won an election. He leaned in and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.
"That was amazing. I can't wait to feel my cock in your ass."
Blinking, a sudden rush of excitement and fear shot through me. I had never actually let a guy penetrate me back there with his manhood. Only fingers. And most guys never quite knew how to do it right and it always hurt.
"I don't think...."
"Stop worrying. I will never harm you." Nathan interrupted. "You'll love it. I know you will. Your body just told me so."
The vision of his hard cock trying to push its way into me gave me a shiver as I smiled up at him and decided not to try to push the issue at the moment.
"C'mon. We need to get to the dinner party."
3
Back in the Limo, I tried to make myself as presentable as possible. Anxiety was high as I imagined some kind of huge scene from Mrs. Fitch. There was no way she wanted to be near me. And here I was, the date of one of her guests? I had no idea how this was going to fly.
As we pulled up to the gate I couldn't see the house until we topped a small hill. Even in the moonlight, the enormity of the house could be seen from the landscape lighting. We pulled into the circle driveway where there were several other limousines parked around the edges, a group of drivers hanging out at the side of the house.
The door opened and I was offered a hand to assist me out of the vehicle. I was in awe of the grandeur of the estate as I waited for Nathan to follow.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, as I curled my arm into his.
"Relax. It will all be fine. You look gorgeous."
He led us up the stairs to the front door where a nice looking gentleman opened the door and led us inside. The opulence was something unfamiliar to me. I felt out of place in my new surroundings. I have to admit the thought of living this way had its appeal.
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