by Amy Brent
“Now,” whispered Sol, placing two sponges in their hands. “Bathe each other.”
Mars drew her up to her feet, and Calvin, reached up and ran the loofah over her breasts, around her belly. Something about the way the water trickled down her body made her want to move, but Sol’s hands around her hips kept her still. She ran her sponge over Calvin’s face—and Altaire ran his fingers up her legs, stopping just before he got to her pussy. She groaned and tried to move her body down—she just needed some satisfaction, some closure—
“It’s time,” Sol said. “Come.”
The bedroom was farther from the bathroom than she’d thought it would be, which gave her enough time to waver between desire and “What the fuck am I doing?” as they followed Mars’ massive figure past a half-dozen closed doors. “What’s in there?” asked Calvin.
“Things that don’t concern you,” said Sol.
Mars opened the door—the bedroom was not a nineteenth-century boudoir nor a love suite out of the seventies; she didn’t quite know what to make of the room. There was wood paneling on the bottom half of the wall and ornate, gilded wall paper in red and gold on the top half, but the rest of the space was simple. A dresser against the wall, white gauzy curtains, and the massive bed was in the middle—and there were silk scarves and blindfolds spread out on it. She balked, but Altaire and Mars were pulling her along and Calvin was too dazed by Sol’s patter about what was going to happen now to notice that she was getting dragged over to the bed, and her vision went black when the cool silk slid over her eyes.
“I’m not into kinky stuff,” she protested, but then she felt hands on her body, easing her down on the bed, and she could hear Sol’s voice saying, “Now, if you don’t mind, Calvin, take your hand—no, everybody always wants to start with the pussy, but you saw how eager she was back there, didn’t you? Yes, like that—”
She felt a mouth close around her nipple—and then another one. Calvin’s body was hot against hers—and much to her surprise she felt another naked body, firm and hard underneath her hand, writhing against her. She felt her legs coming together of their own accord, but someone forced them apart and Calvin slid himself down her body, pressing warm kisses to her belly. Then he was gone, and then someone—she didn’t know who—was kissing and licking her pussy, running his tongue against her clit and his lips and tongue against the folds, while hands—tugged at her nipples until her body drenched the sheets between her legs. She cried and begged for release—
And then a cock thrust inside her, and while Mars—she could tell it was him, he was the biggest of them all—sat her up on his lap she could feel his erection hard against the small of her back. Was he really—
Whoever was thrusting inside her suddenly withdrew and suddenly she felt the rubbery tip of the cock against her mouth and she took it obediently, not the least because at that point she had to gasp as Mars shoved himself up her ass and groaned—he was huge so it hurt, and not in an entirely pleasant way, but he did it slowly enough so that whatever pain there was could be coated in a layer of pleasure, and eventually, when he was all in, she found the sense of fullness marvelous. Someone else shoved himself inside her cunt and all of the anticipation that she’d been accruing for the past two hours came to a head and as the three of them thrust inside her the waves of pleasure and ecstasy took her to entirely new heights. She suddenly understood why masturbating wasn’t everything—her body drank in everything the men had to give, greedy for the sudden rush she knew was coming, eager for it to be as big as possible.
And when it happened—when he came inside her mouth and then Mars slid out of her, and the release was total, complete. The cries that came out of her seemed to come from another world—the visions that danced in front of her eyes certainly did—and the gush of ecstasy went on and on, until finally, spent, she curled up on the bed. Someone removed the blindfold; another covered her naked body. This was the last thing she was aware of before she fell asleep.
***
“Are you still together?”
Two weeks later she’d gone back to see Sol and her stepbrothers, at their request. It was a family visit—they’d told her as much—but she was a little concerned when Sol showed her to the library where they’d started that epic session. “Yes,” she said, now, watching as Altaire poured her a cup of tea. “He’s learned a lot,” she added. “He makes me so, so happy.”
“We’re glad,” said Mars. He’d taken Calvin’s seat next to her, and his massive hand settled on her knee.
“All right, boys, what do you want?” Alisha asked. “Do you want to fuck me or something?”
Sol turned red. Alisha felt her eyes get big. She’d been joking—the session had been a success, and Calvin was now a much, much better lover. That was the end of it, right? “Seriously?” she asked, standing up. “I don’t fucking believe—”
“Please, hear us out,” said Altaire, now, putting a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her back into the chair. She glared at him—it’d always been a mystery to her, how a man so slender and reedy could be so strong. “It’s not like that.”
“Then by all means, enlighten me—what’s it like?” she snapped.
Sol ran his fingers over the front of her dress, and she shivered when his touch brushed her nipple. “It’s like this,” Sol said. “We frequently find ourselves aiding single men who want to learn how to please a woman. They need, shall we say, practice. Some of them want to try out bondage, others want to try out being bound. Sometimes we have women, too, who want to command—”
“Wait, what?!”
“We need someone who’s relatively easy to bring to orgasm, a woman who’s open-minded to trying new things, and who isn’t ashamed to get naked in front of strangers—”
She flushed when she remembered that night at Blue Diamond. Hm, maybe they’ll teach me how to go down on the owner, she thought—and then at once she felt a deep and burning shame for having thought that. She was getting propositioned by her brothers—and all she wanted to was a VIP pass to the Blue Diamond? She’d always been a proponent of the idea that sex was fun and should be enjoyed, but the idea of going down on the owner of the Blue Diamond just to get a pass was too close to prostitution. “I never said I was into trying new things,” she protested. Sol looked at her: Really?
“We won’t let anybody else fuck you,” Altaire said, softly. “We’ll make sure that it’s one of us who’s going in-”
“Please, Alisha,” Sol said, brushing her other nipple with his hand. “Was it that bad the last time?”
“No,” she said. “But you’re talking about me having sex with someone else—I’m quite happy with Calvin, okay? You’ve seen to that already.”
“What if we told you that Calvin is okay with it?”
She felt her jaw drop open with surprise. “That doesn’t sound like Calvin at all,” she said. But then again, he had let three strangers touch her, and two of the cocks that had been inside her weren’t his. Sol was looking smugly, infuriatingly, amused again.
“As long as it’s one of us,” Mars said, sliding her dress up her leg. “You’ve got nothing on underneath,” he said, surprised.
“It’s laundry day,” Alisha muttered, turning red. Between that, and everything that Calvin had been doing to make her go wet and wild, she didn’t have anything clean that day. But it didn’t matter, so she’d told herself.
“Alisha,” Sol said, “just try this one thing, okay?”
“One thing,” she repeated.
Sol nodded. Altaire helped her to her feet, and said, “Feet shoulder-width apart, please.”
Sol pulled out a slender stick, with a little piece of stiff leather on the end. “What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s called a riding crop,” Sol said, slapping his own knee with the little patch of stiff leather. “In sex, it’s used to hit certain body parts, to elicit a certain reaction. Some of our clients find this pleasurable to watch—”
“—and some of the
m find it fun to do,” said Mars.
Sol dragged the crop over her breasts—and then he raised it suddenly and she flinched, bracing herself for the sting. She could imagine it falling on her nipple, the crisp smack as it hit her, the little shot of pain that would go through her. But the blow never fell—and much to her surprise the thought of getting hit made her wet.
So stepped up close to her and reached up her skirt, sliding two fingers into her cunt. “See, if you weren’t into this, you wouldn’t be wet,” he said, softly. “If the thought of you being taught how to take a fist didn’t excite you in the least you would have left at the beginning of this meeting, no matter what I’d asked. If the thought of getting your pussy hit with this stick really left you cold, you’d have closed your legs by now.”
Alisha didn’t know what to say. She didn’t quite know if what Sol was saying was really true, but it felt that way. “And yes,” Sol continued, “there’s the fact that you’re beautiful and we’d like to keep fucking you if we can.”
“We’re prepared to offer you forty percent,” said Mars.
“Forty percent?” she repeated. She was aware she sounded like an idiot.
“Of our profits, from the sessions that include you,” said Altaire. “You are, after all, the one who’s going to be putting up with men who couldn’t find a clit if you tattooed a little sign to it, saying, “I’m the clit!’”
“That doesn’t sound reassuring,” she said.
“But just think,” Altaire said. “You remember how unhappy you were with Calvin just two weeks ago? Just imagine being able to help other women like you—and help them feel what you do and love their men the way you love Calvin.”
Altaire always knew how to appeal to the best in her—but he did have a point: between the three of them they’d saved her relationship with Calvin. She could feel herself wavering. “Doesn’t every woman deserve a shot at happiness?” asked Sol.
“All right,” she agreed. “But first, do me a favor.”
“What’s that?
“Smack my pussy with that,” she said. “I want to know how it feels.”
THE END
Older Man Younger Woman Romance
OBSESSED
Chapter One
SABRINA
“Oh Julian,” I muttered to myself, gripping my pillow in one hand, careful to keep my voice low.
My parents weren't home – at least, not that I was aware of – but I knew that Rosa, our housekeeper was there and was busy making her rounds of the house. Despite the risk of Rosa walking in on me, I couldn't help myself. I needed release. I needed to get off.
Though honestly, I couldn't even begin to imagine how awkward it would be to explain to her what I was doing – although I had a feeling she'd have a very good idea of what I was doing. What would be difficult and awkward to explain was why I was calling out my father's friend's name while I was doing it.
With my vibrator clutched in a near death grip as I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, I massaged my clit as I imagined Julian's tongue upon me. I pictured his face, the feel of his stubble on the insides of my thighs. Imagined the feel of his hands as he spread my legs apart and buried his tongue deep inside of me. I imagined feeling him slide two fingers deep into my tight little pussy as he sucked on my clit – it was enough that I almost lost control and came right there. But I wanted to make it last a little longer – prolong the pleasure a bit.
It was true that I'd never experienced any of that with Julian before – but I had a very good imagination and could pretend I had. I could imagine what it would be like for him to taste me, to savor me, to feel me – to make me cum harder than I ever had before in my life.
I was laying in my bed, or rather, the bed I used to sleep in when I'd been a child. I was staying with my parents while I searched for a place to live – a situation I hoped to rectify very, very soon. Living in my childhood home gave me very little privacy, so I made sure to take advantage of them being gone every chance I could get. Thankfully, because they had a relatively busy social life, I was able to have enough private time to keep my desires sated. Most of the time, anyway.
I shifted the angle of my vibrator as I imagined Julian sliding his finger between the folds of my pussy. It made me gasp and my knees buckled slightly as I thrust my hips upward, groaning in pleasure.
“Take me, Julian.” I begged and pleaded with my imaginary paramour, yearning to feel his stiff, thick cock inside of me more than I yearned for anything else in my entire life.
This wasn't the first time I'd gotten myself off while thinking of him – not even close – and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last. Though one day, I hoped to give him the gift I'd been saving for him for a long, long time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured his face looking down at me as he slammed his fingers deep into my tight, wet little hole.
“Take my virginity, please,” I murmured. “It's yours, Julian. I saved it for you.”
Yes, I'd saved myself for him. I'd abstained from sex all of these years because I wanted the first cock I felt slamming inside of me to be his. And yes, I'd had plenty of options over the years. I could have given myself away to any number of college guys, I'd had plenty of chances. And there were times I'd been tempted. A couple of times I'd even come really close. But I'd always pulled away at the critical moment, never letting just some random guy whose name I probably wouldn't remember in a couple of days fuck me just because I needed to cum. I had my vibrator and a collection of wonderful toys for that.
It had been difficult. Really, really fucking difficult. But I'd gone through school, I'd kept myself pure, promising to give myself to the only man I could see myself with.
Julian Pierce.
I buried the vibrator into my pussy and gasped, biting my lip and gripping my sheets tight with my free hand. I knew it was just a toy, just a piece of vibrating plastic, but in my head, it was Julian's cock. His thick, hard, amazingly long cock. The one I'd coveted and had savored from a distance for so long.
I couldn't shove the toy in very deep, not without hurting myself. But I taunted my opening with it, imagining what it would be like when Julian would push past my hymen and finally make a woman out of me. The sheer pleasure of the fantasy sent my body into a fit of pleasure, spasming and twitching as I writhed against the bed. I moved my vibrator in and out of my dripping wet pussy, thrusting it in as deep as I could without feeling any pain.
Julian was bound to be bigger, I told myself. I should be ready for him. I should make sure I could accommodate him as well as I could. Little by little, I pressed the toy deeper inside of me, experiencing a mix of pleasure and pain as I slid it further and deeper inside of me than I had ever gone before.
While it hurt, I figured that it felt more like the real thing. And that was enough to make me call out his name, crying into my pillow, “Yes, yes, Julian... Oh God, yes. Fuck me, please.”
I came, hard. Harder than I ever had before. I jerked and twitched on my bed as bolts of intense pleasure rocketed through my body. My every nerve ending was on fire and I felt like I was being shot through with electricity. But even as my body experienced pleasure beyond my wildest imagination, I knew the real thing had to be better. Knew that when Julian made me cum, it was going to be a hundred times more intense than what I was feeling in that moment.
And now that I was back home, well within reach of the man I'd loved since I was a little girl, I was determined to finally make my dream – my fantasy since I'd been a young girl experiencing her own sexuality – a reality. I was going to have Julian. I was going to give myself to him. And since as of tonight, he'd be staying with us for a few days, I figured I was going to have plenty of opportunities to fuck the man I'd coveted for years upon years.
The one problem was that Julian didn't know about my plan yet. Had no idea that I coveted him the way I did. Had no clue that I was going to give him my virginity and make him fuck me like the dirtiest little whore in the world. I
couldn't wait for it.
He knew none of that. But soon. He would know everything soon enough.
Soon, he'd take my virginity and fuck me hard – just as I always imagined he would. It wasn't a matter of if, in my mind – it was a matter of when.
ooo000ooo
The doorbell disturbed my post-climax relaxation, but I didn't care. I knew who was going to be on the other side of that door. I smiled from ear-to-ear as I threw on the dress I'd specially picked out for his arrival and then checked my hair in the mirror – it wouldn't do to have sex hair when I greeted him. Not even if the only sex that was had was with myself.
Rushing down the stairs, I giggled as I hit the landing and beat the housekeeper to the door by mere seconds. Rosa looked at me curiously but then just shook her head and smiled as she turned and walked away.
I cleared my throat and tried to get my heartbeat under control. Only then, did I open the door. Framed by sunlight – and probably rainbows and glitter too – stood the most perfect man in the world. His sandy blonde hair made him look the stereotypical California type of guy. If it weren't for his meticulously kept, very stylish, well-tailored business suit and well-groomed appearance, you might actually mistake him for the typical California surfer-dude. He was naturally tan and had the blue eyes that really augmented that stereotype to boot. Oh, and yeah, he worked out. Even underneath his suit, you could see the muscles in his arms. I grew a little bit wet imagining the feel of those arms holding me tight to that big, strong body of his.
He was Hollywood gorgeous and probably could have been a model if he'd wanted to be.
His eyes widened and he looked surprised when I opened the door and was standing before him.
“Sabrina, I was expecting you here,” he said, flashing that fatherly smile he often had for me – a smile I fully intended to wipe off his face and replace with something else.
