*
On my eighteenth birthday, I awoke like I often did. Restless and excited and horny. Max had fast become the most important person in my life, yet she never laid a hand on me. She sent me out on dates but said no sex until I was legal. For some reason, the clients agreed. In the technical sense I was still a virgin. My stepfather had been working on that, but I got out before he made it past groping my ass.
I was relieved that Max didn’t make me go out with men. Some of the women I escorted were incredibly hot and made me wet from just the little fooling around we did, but only Max really made my heart rate soar. The thing was that I wanted to do it, and I wanted to do it with her. My fantasies had me horny all the time. I’d think of Max and get myself off, but it wasn’t enough.
I left the robe Max picked out for me hanging in my closet and walked into the kitchen where she was fixing our breakfast.
“Morning, Max,” I said, taking the coffee she made for me, light and sweet, just the way I liked it.
“I bought you stuff to sleep in. Why aren’t you wearing it?”
“I’m in my birthday suit. Don’t you like it?”
“I’m not made of stone, you know. No coffee until you put something on.”
She took the mug right out of my hand and inadvertently brushed my breast, puckering my nipples on contact. She flushed and turned her attention back to the stove. I slyly ran my long nails under her T-shirt where a bra strap would be if she were wearing one. I wanted to touch her breasts but she grabbed my hands before they could make their way around her body.
“Cut it out.” She laughed, despite herself. “Behave, and I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, I love surprises.”
I headed for the bathroom to take a shower, then I dressed quickly in a short skirt and low, scoop-necked sweater. My hair was longer now and I had lightened the blond to a warm golden shade. I thought we were going out on the town but Max had other ideas.
In the kitchen, my breakfast awaited. I sat down and she handed me a fresh cup of coffee and a small box.
“Happy birthday.”
I tore the wrapping away and gasped at the heart-shaped emerald necklace.
I threw my arms around her. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Max helped me put the necklace on, and when her hands lingered on my shoulders, there was no mistaking the way she touched me. I could feel her desire.
“Max, I want you to love me. Please. How am I going to keep the clients happy if all you let me do is hold on to their arm and look pretty?”
“You’re too young for me, Dani. Besides, I don’t make a habit of getting high on my own supply. Discussion’s over.”
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang and she murmured, “Your surprise is here.” I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. Then she let in a woman who was right out of a magazine. China blue eyes, long dark hair, killer body.
“Dani, this is Jude. Jude, Dani.”
“Hi,” I whispered, suddenly shy.
“I hear it’s your big day,” Jude said. “No longer jail bait.”
Max moved in between us. “Jude is an old friend of mine. She’s here to teach you a few things.”
While I thought it was time I lost my virginity, I still couldn’t believe it was going to happen this way. If I didn’t care about Max so much, I would have said no. But she wanted this to happen, I could tell by the way her eyes moved between Jude and me.
“Let’s go into your room, Dani, shall we?” Jude took my hand.
I followed her, shaking like a leaf but strangely transfixed by the shape of Jude’s mouth and the way her thick pouty lips formed words.
Sweetly, Max hugged me for the briefest moment. “Relax, Dani, I’m not going anywhere.” She brought in a chair from the kitchen and sat down near the window.
Jude pulled me into her arms. I could smell her spicy cologne. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me. It was tender at first and then more fierce as I welcomed her tongue to enter and explore.
“You are so sweet,” she said between nibbles. She tasted her way along my neck down to my waiting cleavage, fondling my breasts while I loosened the buttons of her blouse.
When I removed her satiny shirt and released her bra, perfect breasts spilled out. I didn’t protest when she unzipped my skirt, helped me step out of it, and pushed me over to the bed. I glanced at Max. She winked at me and smiled.
“Allow me,” Jude said and slid her fingers under my thong.
When she brushed my erect clit, I felt Max. When she used her mouth to suck and lick and do things to me to make me come so hard, I felt Max. While I came, I watched Max as long as I could. She shifted in her seat, her hand in her sweats. I watched her shudder, and that made me come again.
When Max finally walked over to us, her eyes were smoldering. “Next time, not so quick, Dani. Try and hold out; it will prolong the pleasure for both of you.”
“Okay,” I said, still breathless.
“Now it’s Jude’s turn. Go slow. Make her beg, make her scream.”
“How?” I could figure it out, but I wanted to know what Max would do.
“Here, like this.” Max kissed Jude and guided her onto the bed. When Jude was naked, I watched Max part her silky wet folds and steal a taste. Jude writhed and moaned. It drove me wild.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
“Like that.” Max went back to her seat. “Your turn.”
It wasn’t hard for me to do to Jude all the things I longed to do with Max.
When I could, I peeked at Max. I loved how she watched me so intently, her legs spread wide and her lips slack. There was no doubt I had more than Max’s attention. With Jude’s wet pussy in my mouth, I used my tongue, lips, and even my teeth on her big clit to take her to the moon. Jude screamed and nearly pulled my hair out. But the best part of all was when Max grunted hoarsely and came again.
When we all got ourselves together, Max said, “You’re ready.”
*
Max got top dollar for my services, and over the five years that followed I made us a fortune. She offered me my own place but when I adamantly refused, she let me stay, as long as I stopped parading around naked and stayed out of her room.
I had been with countless women by then, but when I closed my eyes it was always Max I saw. She was my forbidden fruit and I was prepared to do anything to get her. But she never gave in to temptation, and I tempted her plenty. I threw myself at her, did a striptease, killed her with kindness, and even ignored her, but Max didn’t soften. The only time she touched me was during my physicals. I especially enjoyed lying on the sofa while she leaned over me to examine my breasts, but she would scold me for not lying still and tell me to stop giggling when it tickled.
“Stop it, Dani, keep your hands to yourself.”
“Like this?” I put my hands on my pussy, spread myself open, and rhythmically rubbed my clit with my fingers. I was wet from her touching me during the exam, and I knew it would kill her to watch me masturbate. It didn’t take much to make my clit stand up. It felt so good, I whimpered.
“Dani, put your damn clothes on!”
I stuck out my tongue and she glared at me. “You know you want me, Maxine,” I teased, feeling particularly brave and definitely feisty. I pulled her down and straddled her lap, practically assaulting her with my breasts. She held me off.
“How many times did I tell you never to call me that?”
I was no match for her. She stood up, lifted me with one arm, and threw me over her shoulder. She dumped me on my bed, but when I wrapped my arms around her neck, she didn’t pull away. She could have crushed me with her weight but instead she gingerly brushed my lips with hers. They were soft, full, and inviting. I parted my lips to give her tongue free rein but she bolted from the bed.
“Where are you going? Max? Please, Max?”
“I need a shower. A cold shower.”
She was gone before I could even put up a fuss. If Max didn’
t want me, I knew there were a dozen women who did. My clit was still humming and I needed a quick fix. Something to remind me that I was desirable, even if it was only for a fast fuck. I threw on my clothes but I never made it to the door.
“Where are you going, Dani?” Max demanded. She was still dressed, and her eyes were hard.
“None of your damn business!” I spat back.
“You are my business.”
“I’m not your property.” I didn’t know where my fury was coming from, but I had had enough. “I’m going out. If you don’t want me—”
She grabbed my arm. “The rule is you only see who I tell you to see, got it?”
“Fuck the rule. I’ll see anyone I damn well please.”
“And no falling in love, ever!”
“I’ll love anyone I want!” Then I whispered, “And I love you, Maxine Martins. Can’t you see that?”
She groaned and scooped me up like I might disappear if she let go. With my arms around her neck, I kissed her like crazy. This time she carried me to her platform bed, kicked off the bedspread with her foot, and laid me tenderly between the sheets.
I toed off my heels and Max took off the rest of my clothes. Her eyes grew dark and her mouth seemed to tense. My nipples hardened as she roughly cupped my breasts in her hands. She bit down on the painful points and I cried out. She squeezed and bit and licked until I was squirming in her arms.
“Oh, God.” I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to mine. I sucked on her tongue and her lips and then pushed her down. “More.”
Max kissed the length of my body, leaving a wet trail of goose bumps in her wake. My pussy throbbed and I was afraid I would burst.
“Max, oh Max, touch me, please.”
She was not a woman of many words, but her erratic breathing and the hungry look in her eyes said it all. She skimmed her fingers over my pussy. I was wet and ready. She spread my outer lips and delicately plucked the inner lips open, as if arranging the petals of a flower.
“Ah, you saved yourself.” She barely breathed the words.
“For you,” I murmured. “I never let anyone inside, until now.”
“Oh, baby.” She kissed my clit and sucked it into her mouth
“Please, please. I want to come for you,” I whimpered. “I need you inside.”
“Soon.” She teased my clit up and down with her tongue.
“Oh, fuck me inside.” I could not keep still, I wanted to come so bad.
“Tell me if it hurts,” she said.
“It won’t. I want you to do it.” I looked into her eyes. “Fuck me, Max.”
She slowly pushed one, then two fingers inside. The incredible feeling of knowing it was Max fucking me overpowered the first small bit of pain. I wanted more and my hips went crazy, but she hung on and quickened her pace. How did she know exactly what I needed? The orgasm started deep within my belly, radiating, pulsating from my G-spot to my clit.
“Oh, Max, I’m coming.”
“Let it go, baby, let it go.” She circled my clit with her tongue while she fucked me. I drew blood on her back as I dug my nails into her hot, damp flesh. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I held my breath so all I could feel was my clit and the spasms rippling through my body. She didn’t stop until my last shudder and I let out my breath. She kept her fingers in me and licked my clit until it was hard again. This time I came so hard I cried. Max pulled me into her arms and kissed away my tears.
I couldn’t help myself; I had to ask, “Why, Max? Why now?”
“I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t take it if I lost you.”
“You won’t lose me. I’m staying right here”—I put my hand over her heart—“forever. I love you, Max. I’ve always loved you.”
“Love you, too,” she said gruffly, but her eyes were tender. “And as of now, you’re officially retired.”
Too Late
Dillon Watson
Hoping against hope, I opened the garage door. I was too late. Damn it, I missed her again. I hit the steering wheel in frustration. I was so sure I’d be able to catch her this time. Lately our schedules were hell to coordinate, but this morning I had plotted and begged my way out of work an hour early. I was desperate to spend some “quality” time with her.
Disappointed, I got out of the car and wandered into the house. My mind was too wired to sleep, so I walked to the kitchen, searching for something to eat. I slammed the refrigerator door after five minutes of fruitless looking. There was nothing in there to assuage the hunger I had.
Thoroughly unsettled, I trudged up the stairs to the bedroom. At least there the scent of her would be the strongest. I stopped in the doorway and sniffed the lingering combination of smells that was her.
“What the hell?” There, on the bed, placed strategically on my pillow was a black thong. I leapt across the room, elated she had been thinking of me before she left. It was still warm, still moist with her juices. I raised it to my nose, loving the smell of her passion and wishing I were lost in the grip of her thighs.
I lay down on the bed, placed the thong on my face, and breathed deeply. I was as stuck on her now as I was the first time we met, ten years ago. I sighed and remembered the first time I fell under her power.
I had agreed to go with my best bud to the skating rink. We were both young and eager to get our first score. She claimed it was a great way to get girls. I went because she was my best friend, not because I believed her. She’d been there plenty of times before and had yet to hook up with anyone.
I should have known by the number of cars in the parking lot that the place was packed. After all, there aren’t that many places to go in my town when you’re under twenty-one. The noise and the lights hit us as soon as we opened the door. I thought I was too cool to fall on my ass, so I insisted we go straight to the game room.
Of course it was packed there too. All the good games were taken, so we settled for some bullshit game because my bud didn’t want to wait to play. I was ready to go home after five minutes, but she wouldn’t let me. She was so certain she was going to hook up with a honey. I finally convinced her she’d have a better shot if we moved to the rink. If I had to stay, I figured I could get some good laughs watching others busting their butts.
We pushed our way through the crowd so that we were right up against the short wall surrounding the rink. The music was loud, but the conversations were even louder. The rink was filled with teenagers out to impress. I noticed right away the way her short, full skirt flared up as she zoomed around the rink, exposing taut, dark brown thighs. I watched along with all the other dogs waiting for a glimpse of more than smooth-looking thighs. I don’t know about anybody else, but I was praying her panties were nonexistent.
When her chocolate eyes met mine, I felt it all the way down to my clit. I stopped breathing for a second, then turned around to see if she had been looking at someone behind me. I just knew there was no way a hot babe like that would spare me a glance. Of course I couldn’t tell, so I turned back around, hoping she would look my way again.
She continued to circle around the rink, seemingly for hours, meeting my searching eyes every time. I was mesmerized. My pal foolishly tried to get me back to the game room. I shook her off, determined to stay in my spot and enjoy the jolts I was getting just from the eye contact.
My clit swelled with each jolt until I was hard as a rock. I started wondering how my lips would feel against the strength of those thighs. My breath caught in my throat as I imagined spreading her legs and being engulfed in her scent before lowering my mouth to her sex. I closed my eyes because I didn’t need to see her anymore to intensify my fantasy. My breath became jagged and blood pulsed between my thighs while in my mind, I lapped up her juices. My hips twitched as my clit swelled even more and pressed against the roughness of my denim jeans.
“Hey, you,” a rich, smooth voice said.
I opened my eyes, and there she was, right in front of me. I tried to speak, but couldn’t. She was much more
delicious up close and personal. My eyes drifted to her tits, held lovingly by a tight, tight sweater. Why hadn’t I noticed those before? The wall kept me from looking at her thighs, so I returned to her face. Those big brown eyes were watching, seeming to steal my thoughts.
She smiled, showing white, even teeth. “You talk?”
I nodded, unable to get past the lump caught in my throat. “I...”
She leaned closer. I could feel her breath on my face like a kiss. My hips jerked forward, rubbing against the wall that separated us. I was ready to throw down my notions of being butch and cream my jeans right then and there. She kissed my throat and I moaned. It felt so fucking good and I wanted more.
When she leaned back, my eyes refocused. I wanted so badly to grab her hand and jam it into my jeans against my hot, throbbing need. I had no doubt I would come in seconds, shouting my release at the top of my lungs. My body actually shook with need.
“Come to the bathroom,” she whispered, and licked her lips. She turned and skated away slowly, exaggerating the swinging of her hips.
If she wanted me to focus on her high, round ass, she had succeeded. I almost wished her skirt was tight—but only almost. I didn’t want everybody else to see what I would soon be enjoying. I watched her take off her skates and groaned when I noticed the high heels she slipped on. She was my fantasy. She turned to find me staring, gave me a knowing smile, and crooked her finger.
Feeling like a marionette, I went blindly, knowing I would have walked through hell to be with her. In the bathroom, she grabbed a fistful of my shirt and yanked me into the stall farthest from the door. I realized I wasn’t the only one ready to blow.
“Do you have any idea how goddamn hot you make me?” she whispered, thrusting my back against the stall door. Her breath was hot and sweet. “How wet I am from that look in your eyes? How much I want your hands and mouth on me?” She leaned forward and kissed me without waiting for a reply.
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