“Tell me.”
“I saw Mason with his family at an art fair and they seemed very happy, and in love.”
“That must have been a shock. When did this happen?”
“Sunday.”
“I’m very sorry, sweetheart. What did you do?” His voice and concern calmed me.
“I ended it that night.”
“And how are you doing now? Hold on a second.” I heard a door close. “Are you having second thoughts?”
I made a left turn and joined the flow of traffic. “Second, third, and fourth. I was so angry that night and he looked so distraught, but I was so hurt...”
“I’m sure you were.”
“Then there is Stay. He came to my rescue again and we are sort of seeing each other.”
“Sort of?”
“Friends with benefits,” I said, speeding up to pass a car.
“Interesting term. How is that working out?”
“He says he understands I need time to get over Mason. I’m pretty sure he loves me already.”
I heard him cover the phone and say, “Just a minute.” To me he said, “Baby, I’m sure he does. How could he not?”
“You’re biased. Do you have to go?”
“No, I have a few more minutes. Your mother is just impatient. How do you feel about Steadman?”
“Stayman, and I don’t know. I like him a lot. He’s a great man. He kind of reminds me of you at times. He is patient, and surprises me all the time.” I pulled into the shop complex.
“But you don’t love him?”
I parked in my usual spot and said, “I do not.”
“Can you love him?”
“I don’t know. I find myself feeling guilty for being with him because of Mason, and because of him too.”
“Stayman knows how you feel?” he asked.
“Yes, Dad.”
“Let him worry about him. Hang on a second.” A door opened and he said something to my mother although I couldn’t tell what.
“That’s what Stay said. Should you go?”
“In a minute. Mason on the other hand, I’m not sure why you still feel loyal to him given what he’s put you through.”
I turned off the car, got out, and held the cell phone to my ear. “Because I still love him. I miss him. When I’m with Stay I forget about it all, but as soon as I’m alone, Mason’s front and center in my mind.”
“Baby, do you want some advice.”
“Yes, please!”
“Stop avoiding the pain of your breakup. Until you deal with that, you won’t be able to give your heart to another, whether it’s to Stay or another man.”
“I’m not sure I want to fall in love again,” I said as I unlocked the back door to the shop.
“But you will, sweetie. I promise you.”
I heard my mother’s voice again in the background.
“Right,” my father said. “Your mother wants me to remind you that her party is going to be a week from Saturday.”
Once inside, I said, “Okay. Are we still on for walking this Sunday?”
“Can we shoot for the following week? Your mother wants me to go with her to pick out new blinds and curtains for the house. It could be an all day ordeal. Let me know if you can get away during the week instead.”
“Okay. I love you lots.”
“I love you more. Call me anytime.”
“Bye-bye, daddio.”
Diving into my work at the shop provided a great distraction. Although Mason and Stay managed to weasel their way into my thoughts, the steady flow of customers helped me to shake away the images.
“That new sale really generated some business,” Sam said after the rush left.
“Yes, it’s turning out better than most. I think the hot weather is helping. Do you mind covering while I eat the rest of my lunch?”
Folding the discards, she asked, “No. Hot date with Stay?”
“He’ll be by later and said I should eat first.”
“Oh, I’m so jealous,” she said, placing a dress on a hanger. “He’ll probably ravish you the moment you get through the door. I don’t miss the men in my life, but I sure do miss the sex.”
“That’s what vibrators are for.”
“You know it’s not the same.”
“Yeah, I do. What do you think of this dress on me?” I asked, showing her the front and the back.
Holding out a sleeveless, navy and turquoise color block, lace sheath dress she had just hung up, she said, “Try this one on.”
“I’ll do that after I eat. Be right back.”
I decided to save the new dress for our date on Saturday. I added a bit of eye makeup and then closed up the shop. Stay drove up moments later in his Prius.
“Hi,” I said, feeling nervous.
He didn’t give me a second to wallow in it. “Damn, woman it’s good to see you. I’m already so hard I can barely stand it.”
My body immediately responded leaving my mind far behind. Pressing up against him, I held his head in my hands and kissed him, tasting him and breathing him in.
“I need to get you home.” His eyes had the same wild look I witnessed at the club after our first kiss. He opened the car door for me.
Still vibrating from the kiss and his proximity, I got in. Looking around, I said, “You cleaned her.”
“I did, for you.”
“That wasn’t necessary,” I said, staring at him as he drove.
Glancing over at me, he said, “I enjoy making the extra effort.” He took my hand in his and tucked it in his lap.
We rode in silence the rest of the way, my heart pounding uncontrollably. He parked the car and came around to let me out. Without a word, he led me to the elevator and unlocked the door to his condo.
“I put Rusty in the guest room so he wouldn’t interfere,” he said.
I stood waiting, my nerves and titillation in overdrive.
Once in his bedroom he spoke, the deeper register of his voice took me by surprise. “Get undressed and kneel by the door.”
The charged energy between us had me hanging off a luscious precipice. I quickly shed my dress, panties, and bra. I knelt down where he indicated, already high on the unexpected.
Still dressed, he climbed onto the bed and slung a strap over the center of the headboard. I then watched him retrieve a towel from the bathroom. Folding it in half, he laid it down in the center of the bed. From the nightstand he gathered oil, and a small, ribbed, glass dildo.
He stalked toward me and lifted me to my feet. Pulling me along with him, we entered his office. Seated in his chair, he pulled me down onto his lap, holding me tightly to him. After turning on the screen to his desk top computer, he whispered, “I want you to see what you’ve gotten yourself into. We’ll start slow.”
He hit play on a video and the screen filled with a full-figured woman tied down onto a table, with her legs over her head and her ass right to the edge.
Stay’s hands roamed my body, tweaking my nipples, kneading my breasts, caressing my belly and thighs. He pushed my legs out wide and felt my growing wetness. He groaned in my ear.
In the scene before us, the man knelt down before the woman, a bowl of oil directly under her. He drew his hand through the liquid and coated her pussy and ass with it. It slowly dripped off the edge of the table back into the bowl. Using a finger from each hand he penetrated her ass, stretching her hole. After dipping back into the oil, he shoved two fingers of each hand, pulling and tugging at her anal entrance.
Stay delved two fingers in my pussy and rubbed my juices all around, coating my clit and opening. In his other hand, he twisted and pulled my right nipple as his mouth bit and kissed his way up my neck.
I turned my head to kiss him.
“No, Lainie, watch.”
My body pulsed from all of his manipulations. Turning to watch the screen, my breath caught.
The man saturated his hand again with the oil and that time he forced four fingers of one hand into her tight
hole. The woman cried out in pleasure and the man told her she would have to take his whole fist.
“I don’t think—”
“Shh. Just watch.” He tugged on my labia and then gathered more wetness. “Tilt your hips forward,” he ordered.
I did what he demanded.
He used my juices to cover my anus and fingered around my hole.
In the video, the man swiveled his hand in circles, stretching her even more. When he pulled his hand out, her anus stayed open. He captured more oil and dripped it into her ass. After rubbing it around her opening, he plunged back in getting more of his hand inside her.
Stay lightly stuck his finger in my bum and said, “I’m going to have to stretch you so you can take my cock. Do you understand?”
“Oh god, I’m not sure. I mean ... I get it.”
“Trust your body. Feel your pussy.”
I dipped my fingers into my slick opening.
“You’re dripping like the naughty submissive you are. Let me know when you’re ready.” He continued to work his finger into my ass as his other hand pinched and pulled my hard buds.
The man on the screen continued to work his fist in her ass and with his other hand he rubbed and squeezed the woman’s clit. She thrashed as much as her bindings would allow, groaning and crying out the entire time. When he pushed all the way in she squirted several times and screamed out her climax. He wasn’t done with her, but I’d seen enough.
“I’m ready,” I said but had no idea if I really meant it. “I’m scared.”
“Good. I won’t take you like that. Not tonight anyway. Let’s go.” He flipped off the screen and led me back into his bedroom. “Lay down in the middle of the bed. There’s a strap hanging from the headboard. There are loops on either side for your wrists. Place your hands in them and hang on. Your butt should be centered on the towel. Your arms will be stretched up. Tilt your hips knees out wide.”
I stared at him and hesitated.
“Do you need some coaxing?” he asked as he undressed. His cock and as well as the tiny nipples on his defined chest both strained for attention.
“Oh, uh, no.” I climbed up on the bed and followed his instruction.
“Butt down farther.”
Once I did, my whole upper body was stretched upward and I could see my lower body. My rapid breathing had my chest and stomach rising and falling quickly.
“Such a sexy sub.” He hopped onto the bed and starting at my stretched arms, he caressed each, stopping to kiss my arm pit. Moving down, he straddled my stomach and kissed me deeply.
I had to work to keep my head up to meet his kiss.
His hands trailed down my neck, fondling my shoulders and breast. He intoxicated me with his touch, every nerve ending on fire. Wetness dripped down my ass as he continued to pet every inch of me. He settled at the end of the bed with his legs on either side of me.
Before he even began playing with my ass again, I was panting in extreme fervor. I felt certain I would never allow him to fist me, but felt crazed from the anticipation of having his cock fill me.
He poured a copious amount of oil over my pussy and ass, spreading it around the area, between my folds. “You are damn sexy, so exposed like that.” My knees up and out, left me nowhere to hide.
His fingers played across my anus as his other hand soothed across my swollen clit. “Relax, OC. I don’t want you to hyperventilate. I’ll go slowly.”
“Okaaay,” I breathed out.
He poured more oil over his fingers, and use one on each hand to stretch me like the man in the video had done.
“Ohhh,” I groaned. It still felt foreign and oh so naughty too. I pulled on my restraint, my hips bucking at the sensation.
Then he inserted three, working them in and around, pulling at the sides of my opening. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait to slide my hard cock into your virgin ass.” After my anus relaxed a bit he held up the small, five-inch, glass dildo and poured oil over it. “This will be cold,” he warned.
Oh and it was. It sent chills up my back when he forced the head past my sphincter. “Oh ... oh ... oh. That’s so ... so ... potent.”
“I’ll hold still until you acclimate.” He massaged my clit as my ass clutched around the violation.
My hips started to roll as my orgasm built and I tightened my grip on the strap.
“I’m starting again,” he said, pushing more into me.
“Uh, uh. Oh, I don’t know.”
“You’re gushing pussy does. It’s almost all the way in. Good, Lane, take it for me.”
“Yes, Stay, I want to.” The sensation made me dizzy with lust and the ferocity of stimulation had me flying high.
“Now I’m going to stroke it. This will help you loosen up for me.” In and out he slowly glided the glass invader as he continued to roll my clit. “I’m so hard I think I might spontaneously combust,” he groaned
“I’m so close,” I cried.
He stopped moving. “No, Lainie. Hold it back for me, and only let go when I say. I want to feel you come around my cock—clutching and pulling.” He continued to thrust into my ass, pulling it all the way out and popping the head back in.
My head rocked back and forth in an effort to stave off the orgasm that threatened to erupt. My ass and clit throbbed and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. “Stay, oh please.”
“Tell me. I need to hear you beg.”
“I want you to take me. Please, Stayman, please.”
“Please what, Lainie?”
“Please fuck my ass.”
“And stretch you out?”
“Yes, pleassse!”
“And make you come harder than you ever have before?”
“Oh ... Stay ... yes. Take me.”
“Oh, I’m going to, and fuck you hard too.” He got up on his knees and coated his large cock with oil. The head touched my clit first. He rolled it around my arousal and then ran it down my labia. He bucked into my wet pussy and stroked a few times.
Stayman’s trim, hard body knelt at my entrance, his knees out wide. He drew out of my pussy and lined his cock up to my anal opening. “Getting the head inside is the hardest part. When I thrust, bear down. His hand pushed on my lower abdomen and then he rocked forward.
My eyes opened wide and I started panting again. “Stay?” I cried.
“Push out. There you go. You can take it. I’m in. Jesus.” Not moving, he said, “Lainie, look at me. Make your breathing slower.”
“Oh god, I’m trying! That’s...” I shook my head. “What the hell means more than intense?”
Stay chuckled and smiled his wicked grin. “I promise you, your orgasm will be more than intense too. Are you ready?”
“Slowly.”
“I plan to go very slowly until I’m all the way in. At that point you will have to hold on.” He withdrew slightly and thrust forward. “So good. We’re half way there.”
My body started trembling and heat shot across the surface of my skin. I stared directly at him and said, “More.”
“Damn, Lainie,” he said as he pulled back. “I’m never letting you go.” He lunged deeper. “Once more inch.” Then he began a steady rhythm and I thought I might expire from the force of my depravity.
“Oh god. It’s ... it’s so good,” I moaned.
“I’m there, OC, can you take more?”
“Take me.”
And he did. He grabbed the straps above my wrist and pounded into me. The forced from his pelvis rubbed up and down on my clit with each incursion and retreat. He placed his hands on the bed under me and wildly kissed me, possessing me in a way I had never allowed another.
I grunted against his lips allowing him to take me fully.
Grasping the straps again, he watched my face as he rolled his hips against me. “You can come now as many times as you like.”
My eyes fluttered and my heart pounded as I lost myself in the rapture of our coupling. “Stay,” I mumbled. “Oh, Stay.”
“Yes, honey?”
“Now. Ohhh, holy ... mother ... of ... god! Ahhh.”
He rode out my climax and then paused. He unhooked my hands from the straps and lowered my head down onto the pillow.
Swimming in the sea of my orgasm, I floated on my back through each wave as I rose and fell over the crests. “Damn, damn, damn,” I mumbled. I opened my eyes to find Stayman staring down on me. “Wow.”
He smiled his crooked grin and I felt a slight crack in my sealed up heart.
“Now that’s a high worth getting addicted to,” I said.
“It’s not over. Turn over and place a pillow under your hips.”
“You need to pull out of me first.”
“Of course.” He laughed. “It just feels so good.” Once he slid out, I felt so empty.
I flipped over and shoved one of his fluffy pillows right above my pelvis.
“Damn, woman, you have a fine ass and I love to see your pussy peeking out.” He drew his finger through my copious juices and said, “A close second to fucking your throat.”
I chuckled.
“Reach your hand underneath so you can play with your clit. I want you to come again before I do.” He positioned himself between my legs and spread my butt wide. “Here we go.” With strength, he plunged into me.
With my left cheek against the mattress, I used my right hand to circle my swelled bud. “I grunted each time he pulled out and forcibly re-entered.
Propped up on his arms along my side, he continued his hard sensual salutation. “You feel ... so good. I never knew—never hoped,” he mumbled.
“My clit is so hard. So ... oh ... soon!”
“I’m going to take you hard.” He lowered his weight down and forced my legs farther apart. He circled his arms under and around my shoulders and using them as leverage, he smashed against me.
“Oh, make me ... yes ... don’t stop!” I cried as my release began.
A growl started deep in Stay’s throat as he grunted out his orgasm. I felt his warm release fill me. We flew together through the most decadent liberation, soaring higher than I ever had before. His weight rested against me and I loved the feel of him.
I pulled my arm out from under me and disappeared into bliss. I don’t know how much time past until he rolled off me.
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