Ladies Night

by Claudia Rose

  Helena’s arousal had reached the point of no return. Brandt’s tongue licking her hyper-sensitive clitoris was almost too good. Each new touch made her gasp and kept her teetering on the border between pleasure and pain. She didn’t think her vagina could get any wetter. Brandt’s cock felt so big, hot and delicious in her mouth. She’d wanted to swallow as much of it as possible and keep sucking until he came. But she came before he did. If she didn’t open her mouth to scream she’d die. Helena’s mouth released his penis just as the first powerful waves of orgasm broke and set her screaming and writhing.

  “Ah Brandt, that’s so good, so good. Suck me harder, stick your tongue in me, harder, harder.” As she came against his face, he inserted two fingers inside her spasming pussy, heightening the intensity of her climax.

  Her orgasm subsided, but not her desire for the man.

  “Fuck me, Brandt. Stick your cock in me and come hard while I’m tied up.”

  “Not yet, “ he replied, panting. He lifted his head from her pussy and looked back at her. His face was flushed and his eyes blazed with desire. “You said you’d let me come on you. I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “Do it. Do whatever you want.”

  He turned and straddled her once again, his cock pointed at her face. With his right hand he rubbed the shaft vigorously. Its tip nodded as the strokes of his hand increased their speed. Helena saw his eyes fix on her, and the muscles of his huge frame begin to clench. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a rictus of passion, and he cried out as his cock began to pump.

  Helena steeled herself to swallow his load, but it never reached her mouth. It flowed out in a thick stream and anointed her breasts in great creamy pools. The flow seemed to go on forever.

  Eventually Brandt sank back on his haunches again, his buttocks resting warmly on the flesh of her stomach. He looked in bewilderment at the sticky liquid that covered her breasts. How could he explain that it was his first orgasm since his entire family was…? He couldn’t. Not even to Helena. It was too painful. Better to try and sound flippant.

  “Sorry, Dr. Jewel. That’s about a year’s worth.” He reached out a hand and rubbed it across her breasts until they shone wetly. Then he looked at her and gave his familiar mischievous grin. “I’d better untie you. I think you’ll be wanting a shower.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Brandt?”

  “Mmmm?”

  “Why won’t you fuck me?”

  He opened one eye and looked at the top of her head as it lay on his chest. Her hair smelled sweetly from the shower.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean you and I both know you could have fucked me on a number of occasions and you never have. Why not? I think you’d like to.”

  “Of course I’d like to. But for complex reasons I’d rather not go into right now, it doesn’t seem the proper thing to do. We can still enjoy each other without intercourse, can’t we?”

  “Is it because of my job? Or because you’re scheduled for execution?” Helena suppressed an involuntary shudder at the thought of the cruel death awaiting this magnificent man. She didn’t want it to happen.

  “Both of those things are factors, but there’s more to it than that. However my reasons aren’t important. Let’s just enjoy each other here and now.”

  Helena didn’t press him. She’d returned refreshed from the shower and a bite to eat only to find him sprawled across her bed, fast asleep. She took the chance to climb back on the bed and press the length of her body against his bare skin. He’d half woken and murmured something, or someone’s name, and then he’d pulled her to him with one big arm. They’d both fallen asleep. It was now four hours later and she felt horny.

  She began kissing his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue until they were hard. Then she moved down across the ridged plain of his belly until she encountered his hardening cock. For the next fifteen minutes she gave him the best blowjob she was capable of. At first he lay languorously on his back, his hands behind his head, but as his arousal intensified he started to move his hips and thrust his groin upwards to meet her hot mouth. Eventually his breathing quickened into gasps, and he ejaculated half a dozen powerful spurts down her throat. While she didn’t enjoy swallowing come much, and had completely avoided doing it for Nigel, she relished the chance to give Brandt pleasure and bring him to a climax.

  “That was wonderful, Dr. Jewel.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, convict. Turn over, please.”

  He did as he was told without demur. She climbed over him and reached for a bottle of massage oil from a drawer beside her bed. This she upended, drizzling its entire contents all over him, from his immense shoulders right down to his ankles.

  “It’ll take more than hands to rub this in,” she commented. She knelt over him, lowered herself onto his back, and began to rub her breasts across the marvelous planes of muscle. He sighed with pleasure. More of her body joined in, until she was sliding her full front up and down his slippery back. Her breasts molded to him and she alternately slid one, and then the other, between his buttocks and up his spine. Her pussy pressed deliciously against one or other of his legs. His warm calves and thighs, hard with muscle, gave her oily clit wonderful stimulation.

  He seemed so large as she slid up and down him, as if he were twice her size. No matter how firmly she pressed upon him, it elicited no reaction of discomfort. He was like a huge, smooth rock.

  God, but he felt good. Helena kept on sliding her body up and down him until every nerve tingled from the stimulation. Then she stopped moving and sat up to straddle his back, her pussy pressing firmly against him. She began to rub her pussy up and down his length, crushing her labia against the oiled muscle of his legs, buttocks and back. It was so erotic. She couldn’t wait any longer. With her pussy pressing against his butt, she lay down again, heavily, her mouth at the nape of his neck, her teeth poised beside his earlobe.

  With her right hand she reached between their slippery bodies, found her clit, and began to rub. Her hips pressed rhythmically against his butt, increasing her arousal. As she felt herself beginning to come, she ambushed him. Her sharp white teeth nipped his earlobe, causing him to jerk in surprise.

  “Ow! Shit. That hurts.”

  She didn’t release his ear. In his struggles to escape the sharp pain, his buttocks clenched powerfully and Helena felt herself tossed about as if she were a rag doll. That was when she came, with him writhing powerfully under her. At the height of her climax she released her bite to cry out.

  “Oh…oh…oh. God. Brandt. Shit that’s so good. Oh I love your big firm body. Oh fuck!”

  When her passion had subsided, she rolled off him and grinned defiantly.

  “That hurt!” he complained.

  “Oh, poor diddums Bwandt, did the naughty doctor hurt your widdle ear? You should have remembered what I said.”

  “Refresh my memory.”

  “When you least expect it—expect it.”

  “Damn, but you’re vindictive over a little bit of gentle bondage.”

  “Gentle? That’s not what I’d have called it.” She paused for a moment. Brandt rubbed his ear pitifully. “Now, prize, what about some dinner?” she inquired.

  “Oh I see. We’re back to exploiting the convict are we.”

  “Indeed we are, so get to the kitchen.”

  “At your command, madam. Is there anything you’d particularly like to eat?”

  “Surprise me. But you’d better not cook anything that requires a skillet.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re going to prepare dinner naked. I’d hate for you to get hot oil splashed on anything delicate.”

  “Shee-it. Talk about exploitation. Would you like me just to put ketchup on myself and lie on the table?”

  Helena grinned evilly.

  “You’re a very silly man, giving me such ideas. Especially when you know how sharp my teeth are.”

  With a melodramatic groan, Bran
dt rose wearily from the bed.

  “Please may I have permission to use the bathroom before I begin my duties, mistress?”

  “If you must. But no showering! I want to see your naked oiled butt shining while you cook my dinner.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dinner was late and needed re-heating.

  Helena tried to escape responsibility for this by blaming Brandt’s floor-show.

  Despite her complaints that she wanted him naked, he insisted on wearing an apron to protect his sensitive front places from hot splashes. To compensate, he treated her to plenty of glimpses of his ass as he moved lightly between the fridge, countertop and stove. Instead of feeling compensated, Helena got frustrated. Was it normal for a woman to be this turned on by a man’s ass? Her fantasies about what she’d like to do to his wonderful prime rump were growing wilder. Even so, she didn’t mean to act on them. It just happened.

  “Turn, bend, and spread ‘em, convict.”

  Brandt froze. So did Helena. Oh my God. What’ve I done? He gave her an inscrutable look. With tremendous effort she remained silent and kept her face impassive.

  Slowly he turned back to the stove and cut off the heat beneath the meal he’d been about to serve. Then he crossed the kitchen, stopped in front of her, turned his back, and did as she’d ordered.

  Helena exhaled unsteadily. Brandt’s firm butt was twelve inches from her face. His big cock and balls were hanging there for the taking. She couldn’t stop shaking.

  “I’m pleased to see you following orders, convict.”

  She laid a hand on his left buttock. He didn’t move, but a tiny pattern of goose-bumps appeared on his bare skin. Helena stood up, opened her robe, and pressed her naked flesh against his. Brandt’s ass was cool on the hot skin of her stomach. She let the robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Leaning forward she brushed his lower back with her nipples. At the same time her hands caressed his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin and powerful muscles.

  Helena took one hand off Brandt’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe her own audacity at what she was about to do. How will he react?

  He gave a small grunt as the tip of one of her slim fingers probed between his buttocks and found his asshole. She heard him take a deep breath when she pushed. Her finger slid gently inside him.

  “Brandt honey, you’re so hot and tight. You’re not a virgin are you?” she asked, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. To her relief he chuckled.

  For all her bravura, Helena still couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she was so aroused, she couldn’t have quit if she’d wanted to. With her free hand, she reached under Brandt’s body and felt for his cock.

  “My goodness, you’re hard. I trust this doesn’t happen when they search you in prison.”

  Another chuckle.

  Helena began rubbing his cock. Simultaneously her finger moved in and out of his ass.

  He groaned softly.

  “Oh sorry, I forgot. You said that in prison the guards have much bigger fingers. I can fix that.” She slid a second finger in to join the one already penetrating him.

  He groaned more loudly.

  “Convict De Vos, I’m shocked. You seem to be deriving entirely too much pleasure from this. You deserve to be punished.” Helena let go of his hard cock but kept her fingers up his ass. She stepped back. Oh God, he looks good enough to eat. With her free hand she delivered a sequence of stinging slaps to each buttock. Brandt’s asshole clenched around her fingers.

  “I hope that’s cooled your ardor, Convict De Vos.” Just for a second, Helena took the opportunity of a free hand to rub her wet pussy. Then she reached again for Brandt’s cock. “Evidently not. It seems even harder, if that’s possible. I’ll have to move to plan B. Do you want to know what plan B is, convict?”

  “Surprise me,” Brandt muttered.

  Helena pressed herself against his big, beautiful body, and set about rubbing his cock and pleasuring his asshole. Brandt’s breathing deepened. Muscles clenched and unclenched. It took a few minutes of masturbation, but eventually his cock began to buck in her hand. He gave a harsh cry as he came. The strong muscles in his ass squeezed her fingers rhythmically. When he’d finished coming, Helena removed her fingers slowly and rubbed his butt possessively. For a few moments longer he remained bent over, breathing heavily, while she massaged him. Eventually he straightened up.

  “Look at the mess on my floor, convict,” Helena said in tones of mock disapproval

  Brandt regarded the evidence of his ejaculation unapologetically.

  “You’ll have to clean it up.” Helena threw him a roll of paper towels. He grinned at her before kneeling down to wipe the floor. His face was two feet away from her pussy, but he didn’t look at it. When he’d finished, he made to stand up.

  “Stop right there, convict.”

  Brandt looked up from the floor and quirked an eyebrow.

  “You haven’t finished yet.”

  “What have I missed, Dr. Jewel?”

  “For God’s sake, De Vos. Show some initiative.” As she said this, Helena leaned back against the counter and parted her legs a little so that her pussy was fully available to him. Smiling defiantly, Brandt ripped off another paper towel and reached towards her crotch.

  “Touch me with that, Convict, and the next time I order you to bend over you’d better be prepared to walk like a cowboy.”

  That was when she got the giggles.

  Laughing too, Brandt threw the towel down. Helena grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him firmly towards her wet pussy. He didn’t hesitate this time. His lips and tongue found her moist opening and went to work.

  * * * * *

  Even re-heated, the meal was wonderful. They lingered long over it, their talk turning to all sorts of things.

  Helena couldn’t contain her curiosity about the unsettling and enigmatic man across from her. In the midst of some light sexual banter she slipped in a much more loaded question.

  “What did you mean when you came on my breasts and said ‘that’s about a year’s worth’?”

  “Exactly that. Up till then I hadn’t come in at least a year. Not since before I killed Schtum.”

  “I don’t believe you. No male can go for that long without ejaculation.”

  “Well I did. I think my brain shut everything down to help me cope.”

  “Why did you kill Schtum?”

  Brandt looked at her, as if weighing up the type of reply he wished to make. Eventually he countered her question with a question.

  “Why do you think I killed Schtum?”

  “For the reason stated at your trial. Because he was forced to recommend the gassing of the J7 precinct, and you were an enraged survivor.”

  “That’s true, to an extent. He did have the precinct gassed, I did survive the gassing, and I was enraged. There was nothing forcing him to have the precinct gassed.”

  “There was a state of riot, if he hadn’t stopped it the violence would have spread across New Washington, putting hundreds of millions of lives at risk.”

  Brandt paused for a long minute, staring absently at the floor. When he next spoke, it was in a hoarse monotone.

  “There was never a riot, there was a peaceful protest.”

  He paused again, and then whispered haltingly, almost inaudibly.

  “It was…a peaceful protest…I should know…I organized it.”

  His expression made her shiver. He seemed to be gazing down a dark tunnel full of death. Helena was shocked by the dramatic change in him. He seemed a different man to the teasing, confident hunk she’d imagined she was getting to know.

  When Brandt resumed speaking it was in a low, precise voice. All animation had gone from his face and it had hardened into granite lines.

  “Schtum manipulated the facts to appear as if there was a riot because he needed to conceal his own corruption. If the city had ordered the inquiry our peaceful protest was demanding he would have been exposed as one o
f the city’s foremost racketeers.”

  “What on earth are you talking about?”

  “You really have been kept in the dark haven’t you?”

  Helena bridled a little, but there was no rancor in the way he said it, and she let it slide as he continued speaking.

  “Schtum ran half the city. He controlled water and waste. For the last year he’d had the J precinct on three gallons of water per person a day—forty percent below survival level—and he was selling off the surplus to upper-level conglomerates at a tremendous profit.”

  “How do you know this?”

  “I couldn’t help but know. I am…was…the J precinct’s Hydrological Engineer. The poor bastards living in the lower levels of my precinct couldn’t do anything to help themselves. But I should have been able to—I’m meant to have access to people in power.”

  Helena stifled a gasp—a good Hydro was treated like royalty in any precinct. If what Brandt claimed was true, he was no thug but a member of the elite. Her mind churned with this new knowledge. Unaware of how this news had affected her, he continued speaking.

  “I’d been battling with Schtum for months to get our proper allocation restored, but all to no avail. The protest was a last desperate measure to draw attention to what was happening after I’d exhausted all other options. Try as I might, I hadn’t been able to get past Schtum’s goons to talk to someone of real power in the administration. The protest was a gamble that backfired. The media were in Schtum’s pocket too. My great mistake was I never imagined even he would be capable of murder on such a massive scale.”