Her mind ping-ponged between the thrill of sex with this handsome stranger with her husband's blessing and the terror of subjecting the man she loved to the sight of another man using her body as a sex toy. But Charles wanted it. He asked for this. He wanted this. It seemed like an eternity before Charles called her, but in reality, it was probably 20 minutes or so.
She took him to the same stairwell she'd taken Paul to, and Charles was winded by the time they got to the third floor. She stopped to let him catch his breath, but also to give him a chance to back out of this whole thing.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" she asked.
"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do," he said.
"That's not what I asked," she said.
"If you're going to do it anyway," he said, "I at least want to watch."
"I don't have to do it at all," she said. "I want to be with you. I love you."
"I know you do," he said. "I love you too. If I'm being honest, this is a fantasy I've had all my life. It's not something I would ever bring up to a woman under normal circumstances, but you opened the door for it, so I told you about it."
"So you're okay with it?" she asked.
"I don't want to force you to do anything you're not comfortable with," he said. "But as long as I get to watch, I am more than okay with it. I want it."
"Are you sure?" she asked, then, "I really want to fuck him."
"Good girl," he said. And he slapped her ass. Just like Paul had. She was starting to enjoy this dynamic a lot.
When they entered the room, Paul stood up and shook Charles' hand. It was the same hand that had been inside her less than an hour ago.
"I'm Paul, and you must be Charles," he said, "I want you to sit in that chair over there and not say a word."
Charles obeyed. Vanessa felt a little sorry for him. But again, this is what he wanted. And he was grinning. She felt absolved of all accountability. Okay, she thought. Let's fucking do this.
Paul pulled her close and kissed her again. She instantly ached for his fingers to be back where they were earlier. She felt the emptiness where they should be. She wrapped a leg around him, just to feel him against it.
He threw her to the bed. She closed her eyes. She just wanted to let this happen. To feel it and not have to think about what it was. Not yet. Maybe next time she would be more active, but this time she just wanted to be used.
He kissed her. His lips and hands explored her body, working their way down to her waistband. He tugged down a little and kissed her hips, kissed just above her mound, and then moved back up her body. He unclasped her bra. He stripped her.
And then he kissed back down her naked body, making his way to her pussy. Her whole body was tingling. She was soaked with anticipation. She could feel the wetness dripping down. When his tongue finally reached her aching lips, she came almost instantly.
She thought about how her husband must feel watching this happen right in front of him. Instead of the anxiety and guilt she was imagining before, now she was considering how hot it must be to him. How arousing it must be to watch his wife ravished by another man. If this was really his kink, then this had to be hot as fuck for him.
Paul brought her to orgasm several times with his mouth, before working his fingers inside of her and rubbing several more out of her. When she couldn't take it anymore, she took his finger out of her and brought it to her mouth. She sucked her wetness off of it, and kept sucking until he got the hint and replaced it with his cock.
She took him in her mouth. Every inch. She gagged as he forced it further into her throat. Her eyes watered but she liked how he made her feel. He was owning her. She was disappointed when he pulled out of her mouth, but when he pushed inside her pussy, she instantly forgave him. And instantly started cumming all over his dick. It was hard to hold back her screams and moans, but she had to keep quiet.
It didn't take long before her body just couldn't take anymore. She gasped for him to cum on her tits. He painted her with his hot cum.
She started to rub it in.
"No, don't do that," Charles said. "I want to see it."
Charles came over and looked at another man's load covering her chest.
"Okay," he said. "Now rub it in."
She did. She reached for her husband's pants and felt his cock was hard. She was exhausted but she still wanted to give him something, so she took it out and sucked on it. Paul went to clean himself up in the patient bathroom, and by the time he came back, Charles had already exploded in her mouth. She swallowed her husband's load.
"You liked all of that?" she asked him.
"Can we do it again Tuesday night?" he asked.
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CHAPTER 17 – OCCUPATIONAL HEALTH
A fter work, Ruby sipped orange juice in the cafeteria and watched hospital Vice President Alan Greever walk down the hall and into his office. She gave him a couple minutes to get situated before she got up to pay him a visit. His office hours were seven to four. That's what he had told her. It was 7:15 a.m.
When she got to his doorway, she saw he was standing at his desk with his back to the door. His work laptop was open and he had already clicked on the new message notification. Ruby couldn't see the video playing, but when his shoulders fell and he quickly slammed the laptop closed, she knew he had seen it. He stood motionless for what felt like forever. And then he spoke.
"What do you want?" he asked. He didn't have to turn around to sense Ruby's presence in the doorway.
"Olivia keeps her job," Ruby said.
"Okay," he said. "Fine. She keeps her job, just..."
"Make the phone call," she said. "Call her and tell her she keeps her job."
He was shaking with what appeared to be both fear and anger when he picked up the phone.
"I don't know her number," he said.
Ruby had already looked it up and she told him the numbers to dial. He did it. No answer. Ruby realized she wouldn't answer the phone right now if she were Olivia either. It could only be more trouble.
"She's not answering," he said. "There's nothing I can do."
"Keep calling," she told him. "Contact her or the video gets posted."
After about five minutes of nonstop calling, Olivia picked up. He told her she keeps her job. Ruby said to apologize to her. He covered the phone and asked "for what?" and she told him to just do it. So he did it. And that was that.
"Is that it?" he asked Ruby after the call. "That's all you want?"
"No," she said.
"What do you want?" he asked. "Money?"
"No," she said, "I want a time clock by the ER. For everyone's convenience."
"Done," he said.
"Make the phone call," she said. And he did.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"For now."
"Come on," he said. "I can't just..."
"Listen," she said. "As long as you behave, no one else will ever know about any of this. If I hear about you misbehaving, night or day, then the consequences are on you. As far as I'm concerned, this is over. I don't want anyone to see that video any more than you do. It makes me look like I have no standards."
He agreed. She told him to.
Then she asked him how many hospital vice presidents there are, and if there's an annual hospital vice presidents convention where all the vice presidents get together in a hotel banquet room and learn about exciting new vice presidenting techniques.
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CHAPTER 18 – EPILOGUE
A nna decided to sleep on the couch again today. She'd crashed there after work yesterday because she couldn't stand the thought of sleeping in the bed she and her ex-boyfriend had shared for so many years. She was already doing cost-benefit analysis on replacing the mattress and was close to deciding to just get over it. But today after her strip and shower ritual, she threw on a big t-shirt and a pair of panties and just crashed on the couch. Her blanket and pillow were already there.
Xannie followed her onto th
e couch. The German shepherd took up almost as much room as she did, and it took some rooting around before he found a position he liked. They had both just gotten comfortable when Xannie jumped up and started barking at the front door.
Dammit, Jeebler, Anna thought. Gone means gone.
She pulled the blanket over her shoulders. Her hair was a mess. When she opened the door to tell her ex-boyfriend off for bothering her during sleep time, she looked like an insane homeless bird lady.
But it wasn't Jeebler.
It was Dr. Patrick McDaniel.
With a bouquet of sunflowers.
Anna wondered if she was just going to have this dream every day from now on. She wouldn't mind it.
The first thing she said was, "Are you really here?"
"I think I am," he said. "Otherwise I woke up a florist for no reason."
"They're beautiful," she took the flowers and beamed over the top of them. "You remembered my favorite."
"Mrs. Landry kept reminding me," he said.
"Did you just come here to bring me flowers?" she asked. She sat them on the table by the door. Just like in the dream.
"And to see how you're doing," he said. "Coming home to an empty house."
"Do you want to come in?" she asked.
Moments later, Anna's hair was more presentable and they were sitting together on the couch with glasses of wine. Because for night shift workers, alcohol at just after sunrise is normal.
"What happened with that surgery nurse?" Dr. McDaniel asked. "I didn't get any details but I heard someone got escorted from the building."
"Kind of a long story," she said. "I guess someone found a compromising video of her with a celebrity and thought it might negatively affect the hospital's reputation."
"Depends on the celebrity, doesn't it?" he asked. "Have you seen the video? I should probably see the video."
She punched him in the arm. Her hand just kind of lingered on his arm after that, just keeping contact.
"You don't need to see the video," she said. "It's been deleted anyway."
"For the best," he said. "She's not my type anyway."
"She's the one I caught Jeebler with."
"Oh," he said, sympathetically. His hand moved to her thigh. "I didn't know."
"Yeah," she said. He was touching her. It was electric.
"I can't get over than name. I'm sorry, but that's a ridiculous name."
"Can we talk about something else?" she asked.
And he kissed her.
He held her face and gently kissed her lips.
His other hand was still on her thigh, she hoped he would touch it higher. She wondered if he could already feel the heat he was generating with just that simple touch. She definitely could feel it.
She tried to focus on the kiss. To keep this slow. To keep it sweet and innocent. His mouth felt right on hers. His lips. His tongue against her tongue. But the need to feel him was growing too strong to resist. She sat on his lap and kissed him more, harder. She could feel the warm flush of lust reddening her neck and chest, and she turned her head so that he would kiss it. He did. And it was perfect.
While his mouth explored her neck, his hands roamed down her back and around her ass. He squeezed it, and it forced her to rub harder down on his lap. She felt his hardness through his pants. She reached between his legs and rubbed it. She wanted romance. She also wanted him in her mouth.
She pulled his pants off and gently kissed him through his boxer shorts before sliding those off too.
And his cock stood in all its glory, hard and thick and veiny. What she noticed the most was how swollen and large the head was. She thought about what it would feel like inside her. She thought about how he would feel in her mouth. She'd known him for less than 48 hours, but the connection was too much to resist. She needed him.
She took it in her hand and kissed up the bottom of the shaft, and back down. And then licked from his balls all the way up to that swollen head. She took it in her mouth.
She worked him into her mouth and bobbed her head on him, wet and loud. She loved the way a sloppy blowjob sounded. Jeebler always made fun of her for that. But Patrick's heavy breathing and low moans told her he was into it. She stroked with her hand and she sucked him. She was moaning too.
Her free hand slid between her own thighs, under her damp underwear. She rubbed herself as she sucked him off. He ran his hands through her hair and pushed her head down on his cock and made her bounce faster, and she did. And she loved it.
Soon, he stopped her and she pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop.
"It's my turn," he said.
"But you're not done," she said.
"I want you," he said.
Anna grabbed a pillow and Patrick's hand and led him to her bedroom. It was time to make new memories.
In the bedroom, he kissed her mouth again and didn't stop as he lowered her to the bed. His kisses didn't stop while their hands moved up and down each other's bodies. Anna's desire burned hotter with every touch. Her hand found his cock at the very moment his found the wetness between her legs. She let out a little moan as he slid his fingers inside of her.
His kisses moved down to her neck and after a moment of indulgence, she pulled her shirt off so he could continue down her body. He made a slow journey of kisses down her, past her belly button. He parted her legs with the hand that wasn't already moving deeply inside her.
His tongue moved wide and slow on her lips in the beginning, but they came faster and faster. Her back arched and she moaned for more. He licked and massaged, and within minutes her legs were trembling and the sheet was absolutely soaked. When he came up to kiss her mouth, his face was soaked. She tasted herself in his mouth.
She guided him inside her and moaned loudly when he penetrated her. She gripped him with her whole body, still trembling from his tongue on her. The deeper he went, the tighter she held him. She could feel him throbbing inside her and she did everything she could do to hold it tight inside her.
He pulled her legs up to go deeper, and then pulled out and flipped her over. He held her by her hips and pushed into her hard and deep. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams and moans while he buried his cock deeper and deeper inside of her.
When he shoved it deep and held it there, she felt his body trembling against hers. She knew he was close to blowing. She wasn't ready to stop. She dropped and he came out of her.
When she put him on his back and lowered down on him she was slow and careful. She wanted to feel him inside her, but she didn't want to finish him off just yet. She kept him deep inside out rubbed her clit hard against his pelvis. His hands gripped her ass, and her pussy gripped his hardness. When he slapped her ass, she lost her patience and rode him hard. She was already climaxing when she felt him cum inside her. She could feel every pulsation, every explosion as it pumped into her. She came harder from it, and then collapsed onto his chest. They were both breathless, hearts pounding.
He held her until the sun went down.
Keep reading for another full short story from Arilyn Abbott…
Nailed by Daddy’s Best Friend
NAILED BY DADDY’S BEST FRIEND
A Daddy’s Best Friend Short Story by Arilyn Abbott
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A virgin law school student reunites with her convict dad's long-lost best friend. She's not a little girl anymore, and she's going to make sure this time that hot, sexy piece of man candy claim what's his.
From an alleyway in broad daylight to the tree house he helped her build, he's not going to hesitate to take what he wants from the girl he has waited so long to own.
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“Y
ou're Bobby Fenlow's daughter?" the old man with the tiny shriveled up dick asks me.
He’s wearing a suit, but every man in this law office has a tiny shriveled up old dick. You can just tell. I'm a virgin but that doesn't mean that dicks are not on my mind twenty four hours a day, because they most certainly are.
"Celia. And you must be Howard Bosch," I say, offering my hand. He shakes it and doesn't let go. I was accustomed to that as well. No one wants to let go of me.
"You're a lot prettier than your father," he says. "You mother must be a knockout."
She is. All of this is in a script somewhere, issued to every schlub that passes the bar exam. It has to be. They all know it word for word. It used to be annoying, but the novelty of even being annoyed has long since worn off. I just play my role in the exchange and let it play out. It's like flossing or going to the gym now, a muscle-memory habit to get me through things I need to do but would rather not.
"If I'm as smart as my daddy, plus a little extra to keep from getting caught," I say, anticipating what he'll say next, even slathering on my own sly, underhanded wink, and then finishing it off with, "then I will go far."
He finally releases my hand, but not before he gives my shoulder a rub. I never know how to take that move. They do it in a way that feels paternal, but at the same time lascivious as fuck. I also never know how much of that uncertainty is real and how much of it is in my own screwed-up head. Howard Bosch is my biological father, but he has never been a father figure to me. He was at work most of the time up until the day I turned seventeen, and has spent all of his time in prison since that day.
His sexy, sexy, sexy best friend Grant was also a lawyer, but also somehow was able to find time to fill the hole my dad should have been filling in my life. The thing was, I don't think that was the only hole he wanted to fill. He never acted on it, but now I can't tell when a man wants to protect me and when a man wants to fuck me.
In all of my experiences since Grant, the two qualities have been mutually exclusive. Either men want to fuck me and don't give a shit about my emotional needs, or they nurture me so hard that my pussy dries up. I felt safe with Grant. And my pussy was never, ever dry.
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