What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 8)

by Sabrina York

  “If he ever does.”

  “Of course he’s going to! This is a man who showed you how he had sex with a tree! If he’ll confide in you about that, you can be sure that he’s planning to marry you.”

  “I guess you have a point. I know I never told anybody about the hairbrushes before.”

  “Isn’t it amazing what we’ll do when we’re desperate?”

  “Indeed.”

  As I drove home from Leah’s place, I thought about desperation. I was desperate to know if Darren really loved me. Darren was desperate to prove that he did. And somewhere in the middle of all this desperation, it seemed we started to find each other in ways we’d never imagined. And that was a good thing. I smiled as I pulled up into my driveway, but that sense of contentment gave way to more desperation—the desperation to find something unusual to do in this tit-for-tat love game we were playing.

  It didn’t take long for me to figure it out, and it didn’t take much for me to lure Darren to our next episode. Granted, it didn’t involve a knothole, or a cantaloupe, or watermelon, but I thought it was something he could ultimately appreciate.

  I told him to meet me at a hotel. I got there an hour before he did to set the stage. I ordered champagne and strawberries to help set the mood. I was so excited, I couldn’t contain myself. Just looking at the ice bucket made me horny, so by the time Darren showed up I didn’t waste any time getting started. I grabbed him and kissed him passionately before we’d barely said hello.

  “Somebody had a really good day,” he said, grinning and wiping my lipstick off his face.

  I just smirked at him.

  “Uh oh, I know that look. You have something devious planned don’t you, Elle?”

  “Maybe,” I giggled.

  “Good! After the day I’ve had, I could use some mischief in my life.”

  “Why? What’s the matter?”

  “Just the usual political backstabbing that comes with the race to the middle.”

  “Well, you’re a shoo-in for that promotion; I can’t imagine any office politics can take that away from you.”

  “You never know with this bunch. At least one of them is jockeying pretty hard for the position.”

  I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I wouldn’t worry about it. You’re brilliant and you’re great at your job. And you’re sexy as hell.”

  “Yeah?”

  I sat in his lap and draped my arms around his neck. I handed him a glass of champagne and stuck a strawberry in his mouth. “Yeah! And I’m so lucky I get to have you all to myself.”

  Darren chomped on the strawberry, grabbed another, and took a sip of his champagne. “Yes you do.”

  “But I might be willing to share…under the right circumstances.”

  Darren took a huge gulp of his drink and started to perk up. I wiggled my ass in his lap and enjoyed the feeling of his cock as it started to make an appearance.

  “You would?”

  “Maybe,” I said coyly, writhing in his lap and playing with his hair. “Under the right conditions I might.”

  Darren finished off his glass of champagne and poured another. He was getting hot and bothered, and so was I. I started slowly kissing his neck as my hands explored his body. I really wanted to rev him up before I showed him what I had planned. And it was working. I could feel his hard on growing, pushing against my ass, begging for the opportunity to ravage one of my holes.

  “What are the right conditions?” Darren whispered in my ear.

  “Do you want to be shared?”

  “Maybe. It won’t turn into a fiasco like the last time we brought in another person, will it?”

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” I laughed.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered, continuing to grind my ass against his dick.

  “Why is that?”

  “Because my little friend is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before.”

  The second he heard those words, Darren unzipped his pants and freed his raging, ready hard on. I continued moving my hips up and down on his crotch, feeling him tickling me underneath my clothes.

  “Well, where is she?” he panted enthusiastically.

  I jumped to my feet and leaned over to give him a huge, passionate kiss.

  “I’ll go get her. Close your eyes and lie down. And you should probably take the rest of your clothes off while you’re at it.”

  I went into the bathroom where my little friend had been hiding the whole evening. I carried her out, forgetting how heavy she really was. I rushed her over to the bed, trying my best not to drop her. Darren was naked, lying on his back, and playing with his tight balls. His hard on shot straight in the air, and I got wet thinking about him doing her in front of me.

  I laid her on the bed next to him, careful not to have her touch Darren yet. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw that I bought him Lusty Lacey, the best sex doll on the market. I sat at the edge of the bed until I couldn’t contain my excitement a second longer.

  “Okay, Darren, she’s here. Open your eyes!”

  He grinned excitedly and opened his eyes, waiting to see what kind of hot pussy I’d brought in just for him. When he got a look at Lacey, he laughed.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yup,” I said with a smile. “You didn’t think I was going to throw a real woman into the mix, did you?”

  “What’s her name? You should at least introduce us if you’re going to have me do her.”

  “Darren, this is Lusty Lacey. Lacey, this is Darren.”

  He grabbed Lacey’s hand and shook it. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Lacey,” he said with a sweet grin on his face. It made me happy that Darren was being such a good sport about it. But then again, after you’ve had sex with a tree, a sex doll doesn’t really seem out of the question. “Elle, I think I’m going to need another drink before I get started.”

  I handed him some more champagne, excited that I was going to watch my man fuck a love doll. Until I bought Lacey, I had never even seen one in person, let alone watched someone fuck it. “Need a little liquid courage, huh?”

  “Something like that. I think you’re going to have to take your clothes off too. If I’m going to fuck something fake, I need to look at something real.”

  “I guess that’s fair,” I said, unzipping my pants and watching Darren watch them fall to the floor. I wiggled out of my panties, took off my top and bra, and sat at the edge of the bed. I had a front row seat for some kinky live sex and I couldn’t wait to see it.

  “So what am I supposed to do…romance her?”

  “One good thing about Lacey is that you don’t have to wine and dine her. She’s ready to go in every hole—no foreplay necessary. But you’ll probably need this,” I said, handing him a bottle of lube.

  “Okay. Well I guess it’s only proper that I take her in the ass then,” Darren said as he started greasing up for his performance.

  “Oh, I’d love to see that.”

  I opened up another bottle of champagne, sucked on some sweet strawberries, and watched as Darren flipped Lacey over and quickly shoved his cock inside her asshole. At first he had a confused look on his face as he adjusted to how she felt around his hardness.

  “Oh, wow. It feels kind of weird, but she’s so fucking tight.”

  I got horny as Darren pumped his cock in and out of Lacey’s ass. I spread my legs and started to rub my clit so he could watch me as he pounded his sex doll’s hole. I stuck my fingers deep inside my pussy and Darren shoved his satisfied cock in and out of Lacey.

  “Now isn’t this better than the tree?” I laughed.

  “Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “Too bad my buddies didn’t think of getting one of these.”

  I continued fucking my wet pussy with two fingers, enjoying the thrust of each digit digging in and out of me. Darren shoved his cock in and out of Lacey’s tight hole, moaning and panting with every hard thrust. Betwee
n the show I was giving him, and the tight, inanimate sensations gripping his cock, it wasn’t long before he pulled out of his doll and squirted come all over her back.

  “Holy shit, Elle, that was a great idea.”

  “I have another great idea,” I said, pointing toward my inflamed pussy lips. Darren immediately pushed Lacey aside and jumped in, sucking my pussy and fingering my clit. I held on tight to the bed, pushing my crotch up and down into his hungry mouth. I exploded on his face and he lapped up my juices till he was satisfied. He got up, wiped his mouth, and went for another glass of champagne and a handful of strawberries.

  “I’ll give you this much, Lacey does feel better than the knothole. But she’s not as unusual as the knothole,” he laughed.

  I had a long week doing portraits for clients—my bread and butter at the time, since my artwork at a local gallery hadn’t been selling the way I thought it would. I needed to unwind, so when Darren asked me to meet him at his favorite bar across town, I jumped at the chance. It had been a week since our love doll episode, and we were so busy that we hadn’t spent a lot of time together.

  For a Friday night the bar was unusually quiet, which made it even more enjoyable for me since we could actually hear each other without taxing our vocal cords. And I was so happy to see him, so happy to unwind after working my ass off all week. Darren needed to blow off some steam as well: Being in line for a promotion made him feel like his every move was scrutinized—if not by his boss, then by his coworkers vying for the same job.

  He drank beer. I had sugary sweet, bright-colored martinis. We talked about the frustrations of the day. We laughed. We took every opportunity to pet each other in some way or steal a smooch here and there. Although sex in public in the dead of night was clearly something neither of us had a problem with, we tended not to get into heavy public displays of affection when we knew other people were around. But I was getting drunk and feeling amorous, so after pounding back several drinks, I was dying to get laid.

  “Are you ready to go?” I asked him, resting my hand on his crotch to let him know what I was ready for.

  He looked at his watch and thought about it for a second. “Yeah…I think we can leave now.”

  “So back to your place then since we’re closer?”

  “Not yet. I thought we should make a little pit stop first.”

  “Okay. Where are we going?”

  “Questions, questions. Just wait and you’ll find out.”

  “So it’s going to be one of those nights, huh?”

  Darren just laughed.

  When we got into the car, I thought about that night in the woods. I was so drunk, I didn’t think I was up for another adventure like that. I was relieved, then confused, when we ended up at some medical offices affiliated with the university where Darren worked.

  “Remember my buddy Sean?” he asked me when we got out of the car.

  “The doctor? Yeah, I remember him.”

  “When was the last time you had a gynecological exam?”

  “Earlier this year. Why…are you saying that your friend Sean is going to give me a sexy Pap smear?”

  “You wish!”

  We walked up the steps to the front door, and Sean was there waiting to let us in. I hadn’t seen him in a long time, and I wondered if I was about to stumble into a drunken threesome on a medical table. He told me how nice it was to see me again, then led us down a long hallway to a suite of examination rooms.

  “It’s all yours, dude,” Sean said to Darren as he opened the door. “Don’t forget to lock up behind you.”

  He handed Darren a set of keys and walked away. My heart pounded with anticipation as I wondered what we were about to do.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, looking at the medical equipment around us.

  “You’re overdue for a pelvic exam, so I’m going to give you one.”

  I laughed. Darren really pulled out all the stops for this episode, and I couldn’t wait for what would happen once he got me in the stirrups. Darren grabbed my hand and we walked to an examination room with gynecological equipment.

  “So…what do we do?” I asked. I did feel like I was in a real doctor’s office, but I’ve never gotten so horny for my regular gynecologist before. Darren handed me a hospital gown and left the room. I stripped off my clothes, neatly put them on top of the desk in the corner, and put the gown on. I sat on the patient table patiently, but it took forever for Darren to get back. I guess he was going for the real medical experience—long waits and all.

  Darren came back wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope, armed with a clipboard. He looked so adorable, I couldn’t help but smile.

  “So, Elle, I understand it’s been a long time since you’ve had a gynecological workup.”

  “Not too long, Dr. Phillips. I went to my doctor earlier this year.”

  “Yes, but it seems your regular doctor doesn’t know the new techniques we use to check out our patients now.”

  “Oh?”

  “For example, the breast exam is a little bit different.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes and I’m very concerned that your doctor didn’t know about the latest research. You’d better lie down so I can check you out.”

  I lowered myself down until I was flat on my back. Darren moved closer to the side of the table and put his hand underneath the gown, rubbing each of my tits.

  “Ah, yes…we definitely need to make sure everything’s all right with these beauties.”

  He took one of my tits in each hand and squeezed them hard until I started to jump from the quick surge of pain. It hurt so good, so I was definitely enjoying the exam.

  “Okay, Elle, I’m going to need you to open up that gown now. I have to get a better look at what’s going on here.”

  I complied, looking into Darren’s determined face. He bent over and took one of my nipples in his mouth squeezing it hard and then biting it gently. As he worked on sucking and biting that nipple, he reached over and started pinching the other, giving it a hard squeeze until I squirmed with the pain and pleasure of his fingernails. Then he bit my nipple harder until I writhed from the rush of my conflicting sensations.

  “Yes, this one looks fine. I’d better check the other one.”

  Darren walked around the table and gave my other nipple the same treatment with his mouth. He bit this one harder than the first, and the feeling seemed to travel straight down to my aching, waiting pussy. When he was done, he wrote something down and moved toward the stirrups.

  I knew what that meant and I was so excited. After the workout Darren gave my nipples, my pussy and clit were begging for some attention.

  “Okay, everything looks good, but you can never be too careful,” he said authoritatively. “I want to make sure I do a thorough exam, so you’d better roll over on your stomach.”

  I rolled around and looked at Darren from over my shoulder. He took a thermometer out of his pocket and slowly opened my butt cheeks, massaging each one of them, kneading them slowly with his hands like dough. Then he stuck the thermometer in my ass and sat down at the desk. After scribbling something down for a long time, he got up and left the room.

  “Again with the waiting,” I thought, unfazed by the fact I was incredibly horny with a thermometer in my ass. We were drunk, but I had no idea we were this drunk. The alcohol was starting to catch up with me though, and I found myself drifting to sleep on the table. I smiled thinking about the novelty of the situation. “Yeah, this is definitely unusual,” I thought.

  I heard the door slam and turned around to find Darren standing in front of the stirrups. He was still in the lab coat—but this time he didn’t have on any pants underneath. My smile got wider because I knew we were finally going to get down to business.

  “You see, Elle, I just had a chat with your doctor, and she was very concerned because you had some irregular test results,” he said as he yanked the thermometer out of my ass.

  I jerked up and feigned concern
of my own. “Oh, no! That’s horrible news! Maybe I should call her right now to schedule a follow-up appointment.”

  “That won’t be necessary. We both agreed it would be best if I provided you with the new cutting-edge treatment for your condition. Right now it’s only available in Europe—the American medical establishment crawls at a snail’s pace after all—but I’m confident it will help you with your problem.”

  “Well, Dr. Phillips, I’d do anything to make sure I’m healthy. Please, tell me what I need to do.”

  “It looks like I’m going to have to probe you. Move down here please.”

  Those were definitely the words I’d been waiting to hear. I had gotten so wet when I was waiting for him, I couldn’t wait to feel his probe inside my tight walls.

  “Well, if that’s what you need to do, Dr. Phillips, who am I to second-guess your medical opinion?”

  “You’re a very good patient, Elle,” Darren said as he opened the lab coat and exposed his naked body. He was as excited as I was and his thick probe was ready to operate on me. “Not everyone is so happy about getting the probe.”

  “Well, Doctor, I really like to be poked and prodded.”

  “Good,” Darren said, quickly shoving his cock inside of me, happily taking me by surprise. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him probing in and out of my wet cunt. I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, which heightened the sensation of his long, hard strokes.

  “You’re such a good patient, Elle,” he said, slamming into me over and over again as I moved up and down against the table. I watched as his cock disappeared inside of me, reemerged, and sunk into me again, tickling my walls with every hard, medicinal thrust. Then all of a sudden he pulled out of me, closed his lab coat, and left the room.

  I instinctively jumped up, trying to figure out what was going on. Juices dripped out of my pussy and my walls ached to feel him inside of me again, slamming and pounding until I came. I was so ready for it; I wanted to explode and the anticipation mounted inside of me as I waited…and waited…and waited.

  When Darren came back, he let me know I still needed more treatments, and he ordered me to take off my hospital gown and turn over. I did as I was told—doctor’s orders and all that.