Sexy Saturday

by Annalise Wells

  Brent’s hugeness gets mouth-wateringly hard. He twitches and throbs in my grip. I pull our lips apart as I get to my knees. I take my hand and slowly stroke his shaft back and forth. His aching bulge easily growing to a full erection. I pull my hand back toward his balls and the head of his hard, male heat is a real turn on. I feel myself getting wet just touching him. I tighten my grip, the hard pulse of his arousal pushing against my fingers. His erection is as hard as iron as I flick my tongue around the tip of his shaft.

  Brent sighs and rests his head back against the door. I hear him groan as the tip of my tongue dances around the edge of his arousal. His hand pushes wantingly against the back of my head. Brent grabs hold of my long dark hair and wraps it around his fingers.

  He forces my head closer to his powerful loins as I open my mouth to take him in. It’s erotic as I tighten my lips around his hot bulging erection. I suck hard on the head of his cock, my tongue seductively swirling over the smooth and hot skin. I bob my head as my lips tighten under his glans. His hands tighten in my hair as his hips push forward and his firm flesh inches its way deeper inside the wet depths of my mouth.

  His bulging cock fills my mouth. I swallow the full length of his shaft and I feel his pulse throbbing against my full lips. Brent rocks his hips in a pagan rhythm. I love having his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I feel the head reaching deeper toward the back of my throat as I gasp for breaths. I am definitely ready, my panties are wet from the act we do, now.

  I tighten my grasp around his sack as the skin of his cock pulls tight. His bulging veins are throbbing wildly inside my tight lips as I increase the tempo of my weaving head.

  Brent’s hands push my head in rhythm. The heat of his burning flesh hot inside my mouth. I drive my head faster as I suck hard on the fullness of his loins. I hear Brent groan as his flesh fucks my mouth, his hips are now beginning to undulate on their own. His ass and head bang against the change room door.

  I feel his grip tighten as his hips begin to quiver. Brent lets out a quiet moan. “Bell, fuck. You are going to make me cum,” he says.

  I pull my head from his hard shaft and thrust my hand frantically against his shaft, his ass bangs wildly against the door. I feel his hips thrusting randomly as I pull on him. I loosen the grip around his sack as he thrusts his hips forward. The seed from his loins floods from the end of his shaft and spills over and flies across the change room. I smile as I watch it go. Brent’s body thrusts a final time, then his hard body relaxes and he beautifully slumps against the wooden door.

  “My goodness, I wasn’t expecting that,” he murmurs.

  “Now we are even,” I say as I caress his spent cock for the final time.

  Brent pulls his pants back up his legs and fastens his belt. He rests his body against the door. His eyes close and he breathes deeply.

  “I hope no one heard us,” he says.

  “It would’ve been you they heard, moaning and groaning, and banging the door,” I say laughing.

  “What if they think someone is in trouble and they have called security?” Brent asks. “Shit!”

  “At this time of the morning, there are hardly any staff around, especially in the men’s clothing department,” I reply. “Apparently men don’t like wearing much!”

  “Have a look out the door,” Brent says, looking slightly worried.

  “You look outside, I’m staying here,” I say giggling.

  Brent opens the door and peeks his head into the change room hallway. “All clear,” he whispers.

  I push my hands against his ass and he stumbles into the hallway and glares back at me.

  “Bell, stop messing around, that’s one way to gain attention,” he snaps playfully.

  I quickly follow Brent back into the store. I see it’s as empty as it was when we entered. “Look, there was no need to panic,” I say. Brent begins walking to the entrance of the store. “Where are you going?” I ask.

  “I thought we were having a break?” he replies.

  “Wasn’t that enough for you?”

  Brent’s shoulders slump as he sighs. “Okay, come on, let’s get on with it.” He starts walking back to the bedding section.

  “Where are you going?” I ask.

  “Back to the shopping,” he replies.

  “You’re kidding. I was joking,” I say. “You can treat me to ice cream.”

  “Ice cream?” he asks.

  “Yeah, a little quirk, I always like to eat ice cream after a good blowjob.”

  “I suppose that’s a small price to repay after that,” he says.

  “Don’t worry, there will be lots more to repay along the way,” I say giggling.

  “How come women always want that little bit extra?”

  “That’s a woman’s prerogative, she can have what she wants and change her mind half way through,” I reply. I beam my widest smile. He rolls his perfect eyes.

  “I suppose, if you couldn’t do that, the world would be in a real fucking mess,” Brent replies.

  “Don’t you ever forget it!”

  “A woman’s work is never done, no matter how much she enjoys it.”

  Brent

  “Home is where the heart is, or wherever I lay my hat.”

  Bell jumps out from the car and pushes open the steel gate. I smile to myself for two reasons. Firstly, it feels like a real relationship that we are enjoying together. Secondly, we have a car full of new things for the apartment. And thirdly, Bell has one of the nicest asses I have ever seen and her pushing the gate open just shows it off so nicely.

  She waves me into the courtyard as the workmen are walking around. John takes a look while smiling as he looks in the back of the vehicle.

  “It looks like some little lady has been keeping you busy,” he says.

  “I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, your guys have got to carry it upstairs,” I say.

  “You think we are carrying all that upstairs? Christ, you must be joking,” he says.

  “I can’t do it myself, we have a delivery truck coming with furniture,” I reply.

  “I didn’t say we weren’t going to do it, I said we were not going to carry it upstairs,” John replies. He grins.

  He raises his hand and makes a gesture to a guy above him. I see the crane lowering the platform into the courtyard.

  “Very funny,” I say.

  “Well, how do you think we get all the lumber upstairs,” he says.

  I laugh. “So, how much is left to do?”

  “By the end of today, although it might stink of paint for a while,” John explains.

  “Already? I was expecting the weekend?” I say, more than shocked by their amazing progress.

  Bell walks back over to us from closing the gate. “What have I missed?” she asks.

  “We can move in, apart from the paint smell,” I say.

  Bell looks at John, “Are you serious?”

  “I told you it was a priority order from Alex,” he replies.

  “John, you are an absolute angel,” Bell says. “Has Brent mentioned the furniture?”

  “He has, we have the crane ready, just lift it to the roof and through the door, simple as,” he explains.

  “We will leave it in your capable hands,” Bell says smiling.

  “We have also finished the other building, Alex called me and said Bob was coming,” John adds.

  “Yes, he is coming to do some work for us.” I smile at the way things are working out.

  “We’ve set him up a basic office downstairs, Alex just said to keep it simple,” John explains.

  Bell leans against the vehicle. Her jacket falls open and my eyes are drawn to her heaving breasts. I cough to catch her attention. Bell smiles and stands up straight.

  “I think all Bob needs is a good internet connection,” Bell says.

  “I’ve sent my guy down to the local office, both buildings will be connected as well as the club. It all depends on when their engineers find time to come and install,” he says.
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br />   “How long do you estimate for the club?” I ask.

  “Well, that’s like asking, ‘how long is a piece of string?’” he says. “But half of this one is quite easy; the casino side is really basic. Just a bar, cameras, and all that jazz. Um, and the tables.”

  “You think that’ll be able to open first?” I ask.

  “It can, but I heard about the situation with the city officials, and I wish I could help with that. But that’s way out of my league, I’m afraid,” John says.

  “We have someone working on that very shortly, so I hope there is something we can do from our side,” I reply.

  “Best of luck with that, these officials get away with murder.”

  “We will leave you now so you can get on with everything, the delivery truck should be here anytime soon,” I say.

  “It won’t take us long to get all this ship-shape,” John says. He watches the crane lifting up to the roof of the building.

  Bell and I walk into the warehouse, it is entirely different to what it was just a couple of days ago. It’s amazing; what was dark and dismal is now white and bright with all the soundproofing already installed.

  “I can picture it now,” Bell says.

  “Explain to me what you visualize,” I say.

  “Well, in the first part we’ll have all the gambling tables, then we come to a second reception. And this gets slightly darker with the lighting. There we’ll have giant Alice in Wonderland characters, but dressed in sexy underwear,” Bell explains.

  “It sounds really sexy,” I reply with a grin.

  “Yeah, and then we go through a large oversized door, and we enter the club. Mmm, all the waitresses will have bunny girl outfits or a sexy Alice costume with their breasts hanging out. You know, huge cleavages being thrust in the customers’ faces,” she explains in detail.

  “It sounds like you’ve given it a lot of thought,” I say.

  “It was Brooke and me, we took the ‘Wonderland’ name and just went with it,” Bell replies. “We chatted for two whole hours on the phone.”

  “What about the shows on the stage?” I ask.

  “Well, the guy introducing will be dressed as the Mad Hatter, but the shows will be regular strips and lesbians… that sort of thing.”

  “And the hookers?” I ask, very curiously.

  “There will be rooms over there, we should be able to fit about twenty if the measurements are correct,” Bell says. I laugh wildly.

  “What are you laughing at?” Bell asks.

  “I’m not sure what job I will be doing!”

  “Well, Brooke and I talked about your skills with the cards, forget the dealing, you can push more into magic,” she says.

  I frown and look at Bell seriously. “I’m not sure if I’m that good,” I reply.

  “Fuck off Brent, we’ve seen you. You are better than most of the ones on the TV,” Bell says. “Yes, you definitely are!”

  “I can only do card tricks though, other magic does nothing for me.”

  “There are plenty of guys who just do card tricks.”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  She looks at me. “You are supposed to be the manager!”

  “I forgot about that side of it,” I reply. “Shit!”

  “Well you better not forget, there is tons of work that has to go into a club like this,” she says plainly. I love it when she gets pushy.

  “I can just focus on the gambling side, and this side can be your domain,” I say.

  “What about all the sexy women performing that you can watch? Hmm, just think, all those naked bodies,” Bell says. She raises an eyebrow.

  “I have one sexy body, that’s more than enough for me,” I say plainly.

  “A one-woman guy, that’s a new one for me,” Bell says.

  “Really?” I look into her eyes.

  “Don’t forget the bike club. Those guys screw anyone they want to. There is no such thing as one special girl,” Bell explains.

  “I can’t do that, there has to be some attraction with that spark. You know, those shivers down your spine, or the bodies entwined like star-crossed lovers,” I say. I hope she gets my drift.

  Bell laughs wildly. “Geez, you make yourself sound like Romeo.”

  “And you are my Juliette,” I say.

  “There’s only one problem with that,” she says.

  “And what’s that?” I ask.

  “They died tragically.”

  “Well, we don’t want that, we’re only just about to start living from the looks of everything around here.”

  I hear a whistle from the rear of the warehouse. John is waving at us. We head back to the rear of the building. “Can you move your car? Brent, your delivery truck is here.” He sounds enthusiastic.

  I head to the car and I drive it out of the way from the center of the courtyard. Bell begins to run up the stairs, she is very excited to see the furniture being unloaded and delivered into the living space.

  “I’ve just had a thought, there are a few things that have to go downstairs to the living room,” I say.

  John chuckles. “It’s easier to go down than up,” he says.

  “I suppose.”

  I see Bell standing at the window, she waves for me to join her upstairs. “Can I get a ride up with the furniture?” I ask.

  “Sure thing,” he replies.

  I get out of the car and walk over to the crane. I climb onto the platform and hang onto some of the furniture. The crane lifts slightly, and I watch the building below us. Shit, this is a bit high…

  It swings across onto the roof, and the crane lowers into position. I walk through the doors and can see Bell leaning over the railing and looking down the stairs.

  “Where the hell is he?” I hear her mutter.

  I quietly step up behind her and rub my body against hers. She looks behind her. I rest my head on her shoulder and blow into her ear.

  “I bet you didn’t expect me to come up from behind,” I whisper.

  “You can have me from behind any time you like,” Bell replies seductively.

  “I will hold you to that,” I reply.

  “Do me a favor when you do, alright?”

  “Yes?”

  Bell giggles. “Just wait for all these workmen to finish.”

  “Doggy is my favorite!”

  “You better not howl like a dog. That’s not sexy.”

  “Nah, I’ll just give you my bone!” I smile as she raises an eyebrow at my ingenuity.

  “Home is where the heart is, or wherever I lay my hat.”

  Bell

  “The best time for ice cream is always, especially if you are a woman.”

  All the furniture is in; and John was right about the smell of paint. We’d gone around to all the windows and opened them as wide as we could, hoping the smell would go before we decided to hit the hay. That would probably be a while away. I’d decided to unpack all of the kitchen things and get them put away.

  Brent was not amused, but he went along with it. “Better out of the way,” he’d said, right before he vanished. I’d been left to my own devices until he reappeared. I see him walk into the living room from behind the kitchen counter.

  “Why is your hand behind your back?” I ask.

  Brent shrugs his broad shoulders then smiles and curls his bottom lip. “I’ve been out,” he replies.

  I sense he’s been up to something, what it was, I couldn’t be sure.

  “Come on, what are you holding?” I say frustrated.

  I hate surprises, even if I say I like them…

  Brent pulls his hand out from behind his back and pulls out a tub of ice cream. “Ice cream, you’ve been gone for over an hour just for freakin’ ice cream?” I snap.

  “You like ice cream,” he says.

  “I told you when I like ice cream. And that’s right after a blowjob, so don’t get thinking you are having another one just because you have a tub.”

  “Keep it in the freezer for emergencies,” Br
ent replies. He grins.

  Brent walks weirdly up to the freezer and puts the tub inside. He then ridiculously walks crab-like, back to the kitchen counter.

  “What else are you hiding?” I ask.

  “Nothing, both my hands are empty,” he says holding his hands in front of him.”

  I look at him puzzled. I step close and reach behind Brent’s back, he turns away from me. “Come on, tell me what you’re hiding, you are pissing me off,” I say plainly.

  “There’s nothing there, trust me,” he says. He smiles a cheeky smile and I am getting annoyed by his cuteness.

  Brent puts his arm behind his back and quickly turns. I can see there is nothing there.

  “It’s in your hand,” I say as he turns back facing me.

  “My hands are empty… look,” he says holding his hands out.

  I look behind his back. “What are you hiding?” I ask. I look at him seriously.

  “I told you, there’s nothing there,” he says.

  “You’re a damn liar,” I say playfully.

  I turn to face back to the kitchen. I need to deal with the things I was putting away. On the counter is a bunch of roses in a container.

  “How did you do that?” I ask.

  “That’s magic,” he says grinning.

  “I’m almost finished here and then we have the bedroom to do,” I say. I wink.

  “I’ve done the bedroom. You didn’t think I would be gone that long just for flowers and ice cream, did you?”

  “How did you manage to get past me and down the stairs as well?” I ask.

  “You had your head stuck in the cupboards, I walked straight past you.”

  “You could have scared me to death leaving me alone like that,” I say.

  “You have a ten-foot steel gate and on the other side you have about forty workmen inside the warehouse, what’s going to happen?” Brent asks.

  “You never know, maybe this place is haunted. Woooo,” I say.

  “As if this place is haunted, it’s as peaceful as anything,” Brent says.