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by Dark Angel


  Then, not wanting to waste a single second, I turn around, his cock still inside of me. I’m facing him now, so I lean forward and press my mouth against his as I start to rock my body again. He starts to thrust as well, and it doesn’t take long for his movements to make the sway of my body almost meaningless. I stop then, sitting on top of him as he bucks his hips at me; he can’t stop ravaging me even when I’m on top. That’s obvious, of course… Arsen is not the type of man who just lays back and lets his woman do the job. Oh, no, he relishes every opportunity to show me who’s truly in charge.

  “Oh, God,” I sigh, my tits bouncing up and down as he rams his cock into me. His thighs are slapping my ass once more, his member working furiously as the first thunder of ecstasy roars inside my mind. A few heartbeats and thunder turns into a raging storm, every fiber in my body tensing up before I finally blow up, my lips flailing as I come. I breathe hard through my gritted teeth, my head resting against his chest as I cum my brains out.

  I remain like that for what seems like an eternity, my lungs struggling to get the air I need in. My body wants to quit, but my mind still wants to go on, and whenever Arsen is concerned, I already know who’s going to be the winner in that struggle. Rolling to the side, I lay on the couch by his side, thankful that his couch is wide enough for the two of us. I turn my back to him, his hand resting on my waist, and he takes the hint fast enough.

  He moves to the side, his chest pressed against mine as he angles his cock with one hand, pushing it between my thighs and lodging his glans over my pussy. I thrust back gently, his cock slowly sliding inside of me. I moan gently almost immediately, a shiver going up my spine as his shaft pushes back against my inner walls; my pussy is as sensitive as it could be, so every little movement from him sends shards of delight through my nerve endings. As if he knew that, he starts to rock his body gently, his motion no longer one of wildness and lustful desire - there’s just tenderness and love. Yes, love... He doesn’t even need to say the words, my heart is already whispering the truth: Arsen Hawke loves me.

  While one hand of his remains on my waist, the other one rests over my right breast, the tip of his fingers brushing against my nipple as our bodies sway. I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment and wishing for it to never end—right now, there’s no outside world, nothing I need to worry about. And, just for a small window in time, even King Henry is forgotten…

  Damn, why did I have to think of him? Just thinking of his name makes me breath hard and, these wicked instincts of mine taking over, I start to move my hips back even harder, urging Arsen to drop all tenderness. I don’t even need to do it more than once, as if he could read my mind, his fingers turn into hooks and he buries them in my waist, the rhythm of his thrusts growing with an unstoppable fury. Christ, I’m moaning again, harder than before.

  “Are you ready, Ash?” Arsen asks, the hand he had on my breast going up my neck as his fingers bury themselves in my hair.

  “For… what?” I manage to ask between moans as I lift one leg up in the air, angling myself so that his cock goes deeper inside of me.

  “You’re going to come hard, Ash… And you’re going to do it only when I say so,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. I can feel his grin on my skin, my pussy already tightening as his words reach me.

  “I… I don’t know if I can do that now,” I tell him. I’m too far gone to be able to control myself, and he must see that. I can’t hold off on an orgasm!

  “You will do it. You will do what I say,” he yanks harder on my hair, thrusting violently as I scream.

  “Yes… Yes, I will,” I submit, disregarding everything that my own body is telling me. How could I do otherwise when Arsen tells me to do it like that? I couldn’t!

  “Oh, yes, you will… Because you’re mine, Ashley, and you want to obey me as much as you want me to fuck you,” he whispers into my ear, his words like spears through my heart. I start bucking my hips at him, my ass cheeks pressing against his rock hard abs as his cock comes and goes at an unrelenting pace. I’m gritting my teeth and pursing my lips, trying to focus hard so that I don’t succumb to a sudden orgasm. It’s almost impossible, especially now that I’m consciously trying to control it. Even so, I’m managing to do it so far. But it’s getting harder… Oh, it’s getting way harder. I can feel my pussy already clenching around his shaft, and my hands have balled into fists, my fingernails buried in the palm of my hands.

  “Wait,” he whispers, slowing down his rhythm. I breathe out deeply, my body on the verge of exploding. “I…” he says, the sound of it caressing my eardrums as he suddenly thrusts as hard as he can, his cock flying all the way in and hitting my G-spot. I let out one loud scream, but magically I don’t come. “Want you…” One more hard thrust, and one more scream. “To…” Oh my God, it’s going to happen, it’s really going to happen! “Come.”

  I lose it. I really do; my body starts to convulse, my mind dissolving as I become one with the universe. I’m sorry if I’m being a bit too mystical right now, but that’s exactly what happens. I come so hard that it goes beyond the physical realm. It’s transcendent, an almost religious experience. I think of nothing: my mind is a white canvas, the brushes of pleasure writing all over it lines of pure unadulterated ecstasy.

  “Oh… my… God…” I hear myself saying, the words sounding foreign to my own ears. That was… That was more than perfect.

  My body limp, I feel my mind trying to reboot. As I rise from the deep waters of my unconscious, I bring one memory back with me to the surface. My words to King Henry: “I want to make you cum, and I want you to do it all over me, sir. I want you to cover me with it while I’m on my knees, my mouth open wide as you fill me up.” As I open my eyes, there’s one certainty in my mind—what I told Henry, I’m going to do with Arsen. The thought somehow wakes my muscles up, and I roll down to the floor, going down to my knees at once.

  My eyes lock on Arsen’s and he grins at me, sitting up on the couch as he runs one hand through his disheveled hair. Wordlessly, he goes up to his feet, my arm raising as I reach for his cock. My fingers curl around his shaft and I start to stroke him, my heart beating fast as, once again, fantasy blends with reality. This might be insane, not to mention flat out wrong, but it almost feels as if I’m with King Henry and Arsen at the same time.

  “Come for me…” I whisper, looking up at him as my hand goes back and forth over his cock. “Come for me, Arsen…” His cock starts spasming against my fingers, thick white ropes of semen gushing out. Just like I pictured when talking with Henry, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, strands of semen immediately covering it as I tilt my head back. I don’t stop stroking; I keep jerking him as he comes, his cock still spasming each time it shoots at me.

  He has his eyes closed, his hands on top of my head as he opens his mouth to exhale sharply. Seeing his pleasure, I start stroking him even harder than before, wanting to empty him completely. As if he has a never-ending supply of cum inside of him, he keeps shooting; my mouth is brimming with cum, his warm juices already covering my face. He only stops cumming when I’m drowning in it, the skin on my chest glistening from the warm gooey layer that covers it.

  Slowly, I peel my fingers off his cock as he finishes, his fast breathing finally slowing down. A grin on my lips, I go up to my feet and press my body against his, my cum-covered breasts rubbing against his hard pectorals. I lean in to kiss him, opening my mouth wide and allowing all of the cum I hold inside to drip down to his lips. We kiss as if we were possessed, swapping cum and rubbing it all over our naked bodies. Time becomes meaningless as we surrender to wickedness, his salty flavor blanketing both our minds.

  By the time we’re done, we collapse onto the couch, sitting side by side. We look at each other, grinning as we realize the state we’re in. There’s cum coating his lips, and it’s already dripping down his chin and onto his neck; the skin on his torso is also glistening, strands of the cum that covers me imprinted there. I’m not in a better
state, in fact, I’m even dirtier that he is, thick drops of cum still dripping down my face and chest.

  I throw my head back against the headrest and stare at the ceiling in silence, my chest slowly rising and falling. My hand reaches for Arsen’s and I grab it, squeezing it gently under my fingers.

  I can’t even begin to describe what just happened… In my mind, it’s as if King Henry and Arsen fused into one person and gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I've ever had.

  God, I must be going crazy.

  79

  ARSEN

  T he lawyer leans in close. The smell of his cologne is an assault on my senses. I watch as he dips his sashimi in a puddle of soy sauce and wasabi, casually stirring the dark mixture with the tips of his chopsticks. "I need you to understand something about Mr. Morozov," he says. "Simulated Pleasures LLC is the only profitable phone sex operation in the entire tri-state area and he insists that he wants to buy it. He's not a patient man."

  "I've told you before. I'm not interested in selling," I reply, refusing to entertain the thought. In fact, I almost can't believe we're still talking about this.

  "I'm afraid he won't take no for an answer."

  I wait for a moment before responding. My impulse is to tell this guy to go fuck himself, but I'm trying to stay calm and rational. I'll admit that my patience is wearing thin, and what I'd really like to do is put my fist through his teeth. As I'm thinking about the best way to respond, a waitress approaches us, bringing a sake sampler and breaking the silence. Nobu 57 has always been known for their world-renowned sake collection. I grab one of the small cups and gulp it down. It's smooth, and the sweet rice flavor lingers long past the drink itself.

  "I don't envy your position. I understand that you're here representing your client and his best interests, but like I said, I'm adamant on retaining full ownership of this company."

  "Tell me," he asks, "Why does a man like you—a man with a Harvard MBA and a polished business acumen under his belt, want to own a phone sex company?"

  "You said so yourself, it's profitable."

  "Spare me the bullshit. You could invest in Silicon Valley. You could have your hand in a number of more profitable niches. So why this?"

  His question catches me off guard—and mostly because he's right. I could invest in tech, or even real estate, and easily triple my earnings. I know that phone sex is being replaced with live web cams and porn streamed for free on cell phones. Why am I insisting that I keep this part of the business? And then it hits me. I know it makes sense to sell, but if I'm honest with myself, there's an obvious and irreplaceable piece to this whole operation—Ashley. Who the fuck am I kidding? My mind is blown every time I'm with her. Damn it, I can't let her go; I love her, and I'm finally ready to admit that.

  "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my answer is still no. Regardless of my background, or what you think I should or shouldn't be investing in, I'm invested in Simulated Pleasures LLC and I plan to keep it that way. And that's final."

  I hear him exhale in one irritated breath. "You say that now, but I urge you to reconsider what you're saying."

  "I've considered it a great deal already."

  "Well, I'm not one to give up so easily," he says, taking another bite of sushi. I watch as a bit of the bright orange Tobiko fish roe is caught in his mustache. I get up to leave the restaurant to show that this conversation is over, and formally thank him for lunch. He continues, "You'll be hearing from me again; I can assure you of that."

  I walk out of Nobu 57 and onto the street. This meeting with the mob's lawyer has made me realize a lot of things and I immediately take my phone from my pocket and dial Ashley's direct phone sex line.

  The same soft, sultry voice I've grown to love answers and comes on the line. "Hi, this is Misty. Who am I speaking with?"

  "It's your king."

  "King Henry, I'm so glad you called. I was just trying on a new set of lingerie that I bought yesterday, and now I'm lying in bed, dreaming of you, lightly fingering myself under all this lace. I wore it extra special, just for you."

  "You belong to me, don't you?" I ask, masking my voice again, and asserting my will. It's as if I need to hear it from her mouth, one more time.

  "Yes."

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, I belong to you King Henry, and only to you."

  "Good. I needed to hear that. Today especially."

  "Oh god, you have no idea," she says, just above a whisper.

  "Stop touching your pussy—you know I can always tell when you're touching yourself. It belongs to me. Place your hands by your side, right now."

  "Yes, King Henry."

  "It pleases me when you obey," I continue. "Every king needs a queen. Are you ready to be my queen? Are you ready to always belong to me and do as I say?"

  "I need you," she says, and I hear her breathing quicken. "My pussy throbs for you."

  While she says this, I text Ashley's personal cell phone. "What's your address? I'm coming over. –Arsen" I watch as speech bubbles appear, and I can tell she's typing. Within a moment, her address appears on the screen and I smile, continuing to talk, and jumping back into my character as King Henry.

  I deepen my voice again. "What would you do if I had you locked in my castle for a day? Are you thinking about it, and picturing yourself here, with me at my throne?"

  "Yes, I'm picturing it… can you feel my breath on your body as I move slowly in between your thighs?"

  "Good, Kitten. It pleases me when you follow my directions. Continue."

  "I'd move my hands over your legs and then deep into the secret retreat of your thighs. I'd take a moment to marvel at your big, strong muscles and your impressive manhood that stands taller than any javelin I've ever seen. The knights in your court must all be jealous."

  "I like where this is going," I say with a smile.

  "I'd place my mouth on the tip of your huge cock, basting it with my tongue in a circular motion. Doing this makes me so hungry for you, and I want your manly taste to fill my mouth. I'd lick the entire length of your shaft, and cup your balls in my hand, gently pinching and rolling them in between my fingers."

  "And then what would you do?"

  "I'd ask you to sit down on your throne while I climb into your lap, naked, wet, and eager. I'd straddle your lap, while you took my breasts into your mouth. With your strong hands grasping my hips, I'd slowly lower myself onto your shaft, feeling the length of your cock fill my pussy. I'd pace myself at first, riding your cock and rocking my hips until my entire body quivered."

  "Good, now I want you stand up and bend yourself over my throne because I want to fuck you from behind. I want to grab your ass and feel it in my hands. Are you bent over?"

  "Yes. Oh god, I—I can hardly stand it. I can feel your cock, it's so big."

  "I feel the weight of your breasts in my hands as I grab onto them, pinching your nipples between my fingers and thrusting into you quicker and quicker," and as I say this, I feel my cock harden, and I walk at a faster pace. I hear my shoes clicking against the city sidewalk—fellow pedestrians are a blur to me, and all I can think about is Ashley. I need to get to her apartment. I look at the street signs and I know I'm getting close. I hear her moaning and breathing heavy on the other end of the phone, her voice now just above a whisper.

  "King Henry, I—I—I—oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm—"

  "Good, I want you to come for me. Come now. I command it."

  Her voice is ragged and labored, and with that, I hear the convulsions in her voice and the gasps and I can picture her body in the throws of climax. I'm now at her apartment and I know that I quickly need to end the call.

  "Until next time, my queen," I say, and I hang up before she can respond.

  I walked faster than I thought and now I'm finding myself standing in front of her door. I knock. I don't hear her in her apartment. But I know she's home.

  I knock again. She's here; that much I know. I mean, I just had her on the phone. A
nd then I hear it, the lock on her door is released and it slowly opens. She is standing in the doorway, her face flushed and in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen in my life. We are both looking at each other, and for the first time, we are both at a loss for words.

  80

  ASHLEY

  I run to the door as fast as I can, hearing Arsen already knocking for the second time. Crap! I didn’t expect him to get here so fast! I mean, my heart's still racing, and I didn’t even have the time to change. I’m still wearing the lingerie I had on when I was on the phone, a matching set of a deep purple lace bra and thong.

  I have just come, talking with Henry on the phone, and I’m still wet from that conversation… And now here he is, Arsen Hawke in the flesh. This time I didn’t even need to text him, telling him I’d be coming over—no, this time he was the one doing the texting, almost as if he could guess I was having one of my private moments with King Henry.

  I have no idea how he’d react if he found out I’m into one of my clients, a man I have never even met. Would Arsen be mad? Or would he just shrug it off? Oh, yeah, who am I kidding? What man would shrug off the fact that his rival is a disembodied voice? That would be like a punch in the gut. But none of that matters now… What matters is that my heart's still racing, and that my body is craving something wild and furious.

  “Just in time,” I tell him, after an awkward, silent pause. I'm grinning as I reach for him and curl my fingers over his belt; I pull him inside the apartment, shutting the door with the ball of my foot as I go. He follows me with a smile, and that hunger I’ve come to know so well flickering in his eyes. Before I even have the time to gasp, he grabs both my wrists and turns my body around, making me lift my arms over my head as he pins me against the wall.

 

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