by Jamie Knight
My parents would have written me out of the will if I had become some kind of sleaze bag rocker. The fact that the band was a nine-piece symphonic metal outfit complete with sting-quartet, notwithstanding. I still had copies of our two indie albums. I would listen to them when I needed cheering up.
Addie was in the kitchen, having pulled on one of my shirts over her lovely nakedness. I couldn’t blame her really. The house could get pretty cold. When I came in, she was searching the cupboards. Stretching in a most enticing way, the shirt was riding up just enough to give a sense of potentiality.
I sucked her ear gently, arms around her, my hands unbuttoning the buttons. Getting the material out of the way, I gently stroked her pussy. Running my fingers along her tender lips as she moaned in pleasure. She bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the counter, literally bracing herself. Lifting the back of the shirt like a drape revealing a piece of art, I unzipped my pants, pressing the head of my cock against her wet pussy.
When she was ready, I pushed in to half my length and, putting my hands lightly on her hips, began to pump. Working the bulk of my monster cock deep inside her, I relished every squeak and moan that escaped her throat.
Getting close, I pulled out and eased her down on her knees in front of me. Instinctively knowing what to do, Addie took my cock into her mouth and accepted my massive load, swallowing down every last drop of thick, hot cum with demonstrable pleasure. Pulling her too me, we kissed passionately, my hand firmly squeezing her perfect ass.
“I need a bowl,” she said, when I finally relented.
The kitchen had apparently been easy enough to find. As had the milk being in the friend as was the tradition. The cereal, spoons and bowls, however, were quite another matter. The drawers and cupboards both numbering in the dozens. Each with its own shape and function.
We took our bowls to the dining room, where I noticed that Addie’s panties were still waiting patiently. Noticing them, she whisked them away as if it were all dreadfully embarrassing.
“I’ve seen you naked,” I pointed out.
“Oh, right.”
Relaxing a bit, Addie placed her erstwhile under things on the seat beside her and she dug into her Lucky Charms as if she were excavating gold.
“Childhood favourite?”
“Yeah, how’d ya know?” she asked.
“I’m eating Trix. Think about it.”
“I don’t usually go for nostalgia,” she said defensively.
“Me either,” I assured, “yet things still hold on anyway. Despite my best efforts. Most of my record collection is still on CD. Never really got into the MP3s. I mean, I understand it. It is a lot more convenient as well as cheaper. There are just some things I don’t trust computers with.”
“Like everyone else who really knows about them,” she said, with a wink.
I couldn’t quite tell if she was being serious or playing along with what she thought was a conspiracy theory. The fact was, I did know a lot about computers. The advantages as well as the weaknesses. My reluctance in some areas led many to believe I was a latter-day Luddite when nothing could really be further from the truth.
“There are going to be some changes to the show,” I lead in, knowing there would never be a good time.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. The ratings aren’t quite what was hoped, and they are looking for ways to ‘sex it up’,” I said, actually making the finger quotes.
“Uh oh.”
“What oh?”
“In my experience, finger quotes are never good.”
“That’s fair,” I concurred, having noticed much the same.
“What sort of changes are the wanting to make?”
“Well, it was suggested and agreed among the board of directors and other producers, I did not agree at all, that you should interact in a more, um, sensual way with the men on the digital dates. Only the ones you like. I insisted on it.”
“They want me to have phone-sex on camera?”
“Basically. The shot would be above your chest. You wouldn’t have to take off any clothes or anything.”
“I’m not sure I can do that. It kind of feels like cheating.”
“On who?” I asked dumbly.
“On you, silly.”
I hadn’t been expecting that. I knew we were getting a lot closer and shared a lot in common, but there was still the possibility that it was just a fling. I felt I might as well go for it.
“Addie, I love you. You don’t have to do anything, or not do anything because you think I won’t like it.”
Her spoon hit the bowl, making a terrible splash. Her hand was still in position halfway to her mouth.
“Y-you love me?”
“Yes. I know it sounds strange but -”
“I love you, too.”
It was like a lightning strike. All inhibitions melted away in a single instant. The bowls hit the floor without breaking, one of the advantages to buying quality. Milk and cereal went everywhere as Addie and I mauled each other on the tabletop, desperately tearing at each other’s clothes.
I helped Addie with my pants, my rock-hard cock springing out into her hand. Addie pounced on the opportunity, nearly impaling her mouth on my massive shaft, getting to her gag reflex and beyond as she passionately deep throated. I took hold of her head so she wouldn’t hurt herself in her wild abandon.
The load was even bigger than before. A firehose of cum, blasting down Addie’s lovely throat, not a single drop wasted. Easing my cock from her throat, Addie lay flat on her back, spreading her legs wide. She hooked her arms under her knees to keep them wide and back.
I dove in like a man possessed, devouring her sweet pussy like it was the most delicious thing on earth. In that moment, it was.
Addie moaned and squirmed under me. The rising tide of delight submerging her. I introduced a finger, working her pussy deep as I lapped at her outer lips and clit. Alternating between a light up and down and a hard, circular motion. Coaxing sounds out of her that let me know exactly how much she enjoyed what I was doing. Without the need for recognizable human language.
Bringing my love through the gates of ecstasy, I worked my way up her lithe body, planting kisses as I went. Blazing a trail from her pussy up to her neck, I finally came to a rest on her mouth.
As we traded our affections, tongues engaged in a beautiful dance, I gradually mounted Addie. Lifting her arms from around her legs to up over her head, my fingers laced tightly with hers. My cock well aligned with her well prepared pussy, it was really just a matter of a gentle push and I was inside her.
Moving with my thrusts like the gentle waves of the ocean, sweet Addie wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me even further into her embrace. With her encouragement, and at her silent insistence, I started going faster until the point that I was absolutely pounding her. My cock slammed balls deep into her pussy, and her head bounced occasionally off of the table. She didn’t seem to mind much, though.
She continually hollered at me to fuck her hard. Taking her at her word, I gladly obliged, pounding until the candelabra bounced itself from the center of the table to the very edge. Gravity was now taking over. The whole scene was ending in a fairly predictable way, as far as anyone was really able to predict anything, since the most accurate predictions tended to be unintentional.
I started to tense. Knowing what was about to happen, Addie put her head back, opening her mouth wide. Accepting the invitation, I slipped out of her pussy, her leg slacking to allow me to do so, and delivered my load into her waiting mouth. Addie gamely swallowed down each interval as it came.
I consoled her with my mouth, the kisses soft and loving. It was a counterpoint to the strong fucking I had just given her. It had been a long while since things had gotten that intense. The unofficial vow of chastity played a large role in this fact. I refused to have sex unless it was love, which I had finally found with Addie.
“How’s your head?” I asked, gently stroking her cheek.
“Okay, I think. I haven’t had time to check.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“I love you,” she said, possibly just testing it out, seeing how the word felt in her mouth.
“Love you, too.”
We kissed again, the words apparently feeling very good indeed. Not that I could argue the point, especially after starting the whole thing.
“Not that it helps with the situation,” Addie pointed out.
“Not a lot, no. But still, it is nice to know where we stand. We can deal with whatever comes together.”
“Which is always easier,” she said, reaching down almost by way of demonstration and taking old of my still hard cock, stroking it gently.
“Agreed,” I said, laying down on the polished tabletop to make things easier.
Mixing strokes, with gentle licks, and then hard sucks, Addie helped me cum, taking the load into her mouth and swallowing it all down. Humming with delight as she did so.
“What are we going to do about the new show element?” Addie asked, lying down beside me and putting her head on my chest. She was no doubt able to hear the beating of my thudding heart.
“We’ll figure something out.”
Chapter Ten
Addie
It was a hell of a situation. I had gotten myself into some strange pickles before, to which Mercy could attest. She helped me get into most of them. But what was happening was like an acid dream fairy tale.
Living with the prince, whom I loved, in a house that wasn’t quite a mansion because a dreaded plague was sweeping the land. Loving in secret, because for anyone to find out could bring the whole dream coming down. Bringing up the whole question as to whether it was to keep it secret as if it wasn’t happening or risk it not happening. It was a real melon twister.
I truly loved Tobias and was touched that he wanted so much to help. But there was only one person I could think to call who could honestly help with such a bizarre situation. Strange was literally her middle name.
“Hey there, gummy bear,” Mercy said, her Alabaman mother coming out in full force.
“What if I wasn’t me? That would be embarrassing.”
“And confusing. Have you been reading Foucault again?”
“Just a bit.”
“What can I do for you, dear heart?”
“Need some help with something.”
“Anything in particular?” Mercy prompted.
“D-dirty talk.”
“You and Tobias finally get in the sack?”
“No! I mean yes – what do you mean ‘finally?’”
“C’mon, sugar plum. I’ve seen a picture of the flavoursome buck! He is the personification of sex appeal.”
“Well, yeah,” I conceded.
“If he is as beautiful on the inside as he is on the outside, no sane person could blame you for falling for him.”
“I guess not.”
“Guess nothing!” Mercy insisted.
“All right, all right, I concede! The white flag is waving, Grant!”
“Wouldn’t that make you a Confederate?”
“I suppose,” I confessed, not really thinking the metaphor through.
“My point is you’re a lucky bitch and should enjoy it.”
“I do! I love it! I love him! The problem is with the show,” I said, getting to the marrow of the matter.
“What about it?”
“It’s boring, apparently. The ‘digital dates’ that had to be brought in after the lockdown aren’t quite as riveting as the producers had hoped.”
“They don’t want you to flash boob, do they?”
“Not exactly.”
“Good. Not that there’s anything wrong with your boobs. Just a case of a bridge too far, ya know?”
“Yes actually,” I said, mildly surprised.
“What do the sleaze bags want you to do?”
“Phone sex. On camera.”
“Kinky!”
“It will only be with people I say I like after we have digital dates. They won’t show any nudity. I basically just have to talk dirty and you know -”
“Wank yourself silly?”
“You have such a way with words, Mercy.”
“Poetry minor, remember?”
“Touché. Yeah, that’s pretty much what they want me to do.”
“You could pretend? They’re not going to show anything, right? Just keep your hand under the desk and, you know, go through the motions.”
“I-I hadn't thought about that,” I said, trying to imagine it.
“Think about it.”
“I will,” I promised.
“I’ll also send you some of my transcripts?”
“Transcripts?” I inquired.
“When I have a really good, sexy call, I bribe the tech to give me a transcript and audio copy. The man likes his vodka.”
“That would be great! Thanks.”
“Happy to help.”
I actually felt better. It might still be weird, but not nearly so bad. I felt kind of bad about having to flirt with someone else when I was with Tobias, but we both knew it was just for show. In the most literal sense of the phrase. Speak of the Devil.
“Hey,” he said, knocking gently on the bedroom door.
“Hey, babe,” I said, chock-full of warm and fuzzies.
“I was thinking, and you don’t have to do the shoot if you don’t want to. I mean I want to do what’s best for the show, but I also care about you a whole lot more.”
“That’s okay. It’s what I want,” I told him.
“It is?” he asked.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m still a bit nervous because I’m not sure how it will go, but I’m willing to try. Let it never be said that I lived life as a coward,” I said, new courage rising.
“That’s very brave. A-are you sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely. The only hitch is that I’m really not sure how good I am at talking dirty. I mean, it’s been a while, ya know?”
“I do, actually. You could practice with me if you’d like,” he offered.
“Sure, how do we do that?”
“Turn around.”
“O-okay. Are you going to fuck my asshole?” I asked, the thought just then occurring.
“No, not unless you want me to.”
“Not right now, okay?”
“Of course.”
I turned around and got into the lotus position, also known as informally as ‘criss-cross apple sauce.’ I could hear him pull up the chair behind me, our backs gently touching. My phone started to ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sexy,” Tobias said, both in the phone and within earshot.
“Hi,” I said trying to sound sexy.
“Ready for some fun?” Tobias inquired.
“Oh, yes.”
“Good girl.”
“Where would you like me?” I asked, actually starting to get into it.
“In front of me, spread out on the bed.”
“Oh, yes sir!” I moaned.
“I am on a chair next to the bed,” he said, the scenario sounding somewhat familiar.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Massaging your feet.”
A jolt shot through me like a bolt from a crossbow. I remembered how good it felt when he had massaged me for real and remembered what came later. I could feel my hand moving, almost by itself, from the bed by my side toward my pussy.
“Lovely,” I sighed.
“I am moving up over your ankles and over your calves.”
“Feels great! Where are you going, I wonder?”
“To your sweet cunt, of course.”
It was a dirty word, but I loved it. Especially from Tobias. He even managed to make it sound like a compliment.
“What are you doing now?” I asked, unable to hide my excitement.
“Fingering you nice and deep.”
“Oh!” I gasped, almost feeling his fingers working inside me.
“Like
that, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I nearly wept, stroking myself furiously over my panties.
“That’s all you have to do,” Tobias said, breaking character.
“O-okay,” I stammered, in something of a state.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit, um, worked up,” I said, searching for the right words.
“Come here.”
Slowly, I turned toward him, my entire body shaking with abject horniness. Tobias had me naked and laying down before I knew what was happening. Sitting on the chair like he had in the dining room, he feasted on my aching pussy, bringing me from a wreck to euphoria in about ten seconds flat. Oxytocin flowed through my brain, bringing me to a higher level of consciousness.
When he was finished brining me to heaven and back, Tobias did his encore. Slipping his cock in me balls deep, he held me down and fucked me until I screamed. Not from pain. Not at all, but the sort of unutterable joy that could not be encompassed with words.
He didn’t cum in me, even though I dearly wanted him to. To feel his hot, thick beautiful cum warming me from the inside. Instead I had to console myself with him delivering it to my mouth. Swallowing down every bit on offered, savouring it for all it was worth.
Overcome by greed, I took in the last bit and grabbed hold of his cock unless he thought about taking it away. Holding fast, I sucked him hard until he had given me two more sweet loads.
“Fuck yes,” I sighed, wiping the last bit off my chin before sucking my fingers clean.
“Okay?” he asked, lightly stroking my face.
“Great.”
“Good.”
He kissed me then. The sort of kiss usually only read about in fairy tales. The sort of kiss upon which the majority of romance tropes were built. A kiss I never wanted to end.
Chapter Eleven
Addie
The spread was amazing, I had heard tell of the thing called a Full English Breakfast, yet it remained, along with anal sex and caviar, something I had never experienced. I stood frozen, mouth-watering, gazing over the table full of fried glory.
“It will get cold, my dove,” Tobias whispered erotically in my ear, giving me a gentle squeeze on my ass to rouse me.
