by Selena Black
She was about to indulge in the wildest sex of her life and couldn’t believe just how much she wanted it. Reaching down, she caressed her fingers around his erection and there was no need to ask what he was going to do with it now. He leaned down to press his lips on her and she stroked her fingers up and down his cock before guiding the tip right to her wet entrance. The kiss ended as he entered her and her excitement surged.
He thrust his hips forward and Gloria opened her mouth wide as the full length of his stiff shaft buried inside her. She planted her hands down on the surface of the dressing table as Mark circled his hips and the touch of his erection stroking on her sensitive inner skin brought out her longing for more. Her hands then came up to clasp her fingers together at the nape of his neck and she dragged his head down to another kiss as his erection remained deep inside her.
She could feel the twitch and throb of his hot, erect flesh and it sent a rush of arousal through her body. He slapped his hands down on either side of her on the wooden surface when he pulled his head away from hers and she kept her grip around his neck to cling on as he began to fuck her. Their lust for each other came out as Mark thrust his hips at her in a growing frenzy of lovemaking. It made the dressing table crash against the wall and Gloria was rocked by the sheer forcefulness of the sex.
She eventually unclasped her fingers, but continued to hold on to his neck with one hand as she brought the other to her breasts. Mark’s stiff shaft plunged deep with each of his thrusts as she groped at her voluptuous curves then slid her hand down her body. She got it in place so she could let her fingertips brush along his length as it fucked in her and the hot tingle of pleasure blossomed to more between her thighs. It was driving her towards a climax and she looked deep in his blue eyes as she slid her fingertips to her clit.
“Harder,” she urged him and dug her nails in his neck to hold on.
His body crashed between her thighs as he gave her what she wanted and she rubbed her fingertips on her clit. The swell of pleasure grew stronger and she threw her head back to enjoy the climb towards the high she wanted. Mark grabbed her buttocks as he put all his effort into pushing her over the edge and Gloria rubbed her clit with punishing strokes to make sure she lost control. She knew that she was there when every muscle in her body seemed to go taut.
Mark gave her every inch of his erect length with a final powerful thrust that rocked her and she screamed out his name when the climax engulfed her. The tension in her body released to shuddering convulsions that made her pussy ripple and tighten around his thick shaft. The burst of heat erupted through her veins and her mind went blank as she gave herself up to the bliss of the orgasm. The build up of shudders reached a crescendo that left her trembling and gasping for breath as she tried to hold herself at the high. It eventually proved impossible to do and she let out a rush of breath as the surge of afterglow swept through her.
She opened her eyes to the sight of Mark watching her and could still feel the throb of his stiff shaft inside her. The sex wasn’t over yet and she waited for her now limp body to be pounded again. A fierce kiss ravaged her mouth and she was breathing heavily when it ended.
“Turn around,” Mark told her when he moved away to pull his cock out of her pussy.
She grabbed hold to stroke her fingers along his slippery length as she dropped down to the floor. There was a thrill to what she was being ordered to do and she squeezed her fingers tightly around his cock before releasing her grip to give him what he wanted. She leaned forward to rest her forearms on the dressing table when she was facing away from him and the touch of his erect cock stroked along the crease of her ass right away. Mark grabbed at her butt to sink his fingers in the soft flesh and it made her groan. She was completely at his mercy and could hear his gasping breaths as he got closer to taking her from behind.
He grabbed hold of his cock to bring it between her thighs and she couldn’t hold in the ragged groans as it touched on her swollen pussy lips. Almost straight away he fucked inside her and her legs cracked against the dressing table when he thrust forward. He held deep inside her as he groped her buttocks to spread them. His fingertips slid across her puckered skin and she let out a whimper.
Mark’s hands slid to the curve of her hips and she dropped her head then closed her eyes as he circled his hips to work his cock around inside her. His tightening grip made her hold her breath and she let it out in a rush as he pulled out almost to the tip of his erection before immediately slamming back inside her. His body crashed against hers to make him grunt and she knew that the sex was about to spiral out of control. She pressed her hands against the wooden surface as the thrusts began to hammer against her at a quicker pace.
Mark was soon throwing himself forward in a frantic rhythm that was building the pressure in his balls to breaking point. He tried to keep himself under control to revel in the delights of Gloria’s body for as long as he could, but the urge to drive his cock in her wet cunt harder and faster was too much for him to resist. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers in her hips to pull himself onto her until there was no way he could hold on any longer.
A seizure gripped his body to make him convulse as he clenched his buttocks tightly together and he only let go when he fucked his full length all the way in her pussy. The rippling spurt of thick white exploded from him as he let out a desperate groan and the convulsions continued as more streams of cum erupted from his twitching erection. He pulled out before his release ended and watched as the last two streaks of white glazed the light brown skin of Gloria’s butt.
She was all too aware of the hot cum splashing on her skin and wished that was the way things ended the very first time they were together. In the week after she went to her doctor to get a contraceptive injection. The sex they shared from then on couldn’t get her pregnant, but the danger that the first unprotected occasion did played on her mind and she’d sensed changes in her body over the last week that brought out her concerns. It wasn’t something she was about to admit to Mark when she didn’t know for sure if she was pregnant. Considering he was in the middle of an acrimonious divorce, she wasn’t even sure how he would react to the news if she was.
“We should shower,” he said when he pulled her up from the dressing table.
Gloria put the concerns from her mind and smiled when she turned around. Maybe it was just an overactive imagination that was making her think there were changes in her body. She put the concerns out of her mind when Mark held her hand and led her towards the bathroom door.
Chapter 8
“Are you ready?” the massage therapist asked when she popped her head around the door of the locker room and looked inside.
Karen sat staring into space and didn’t respond to the comment. The therapist narrowed her eyes as she stared and eventually spoke again in a louder voice.
“Miss Wilson, are you ready to get started?”
The words got Karen’s attention and she looked across towards the door.
“Sure,” she said and got to her feet.
She checked her appearance in the mirror on the front of the locker and liked the appearance of her slender, svelte frame in the pink bikini she just bought. The shopping expedition helped to calm the annoyance and anger of the divorce meeting she walked out of earlier that evening, but only so much and she decided a spa visit would help to release some more of the tension.
When she drove out of the mall parking lot, she headed in the direction of her favorite spa. The premier membership she paid for gave her preferential treatment and she knew that she could get anything she wanted as soon as she walked through the door. Her hope was that one or two of her friends might be there to let her sound off about Mark and the divorce. However, when she spoke to the receptionist on arrival she was told that the place was practically empty that evening. She went ahead and arranged for a massage then made her way along to the locker room.
It was where she was sitting in her new bikini when the therapist came to find her. Thoug
hts of the meeting were still going through her mind, which caused her distraction when the pretty girl first popped her head around the door and spoke.
“Fucking Mark,” she cursed when she eventually walked across the room.
“Excuse me?” the therapist said.
Karen answered the query with just a curt smile and the therapist said no more as she led the way along to the treatment room. The centerpiece of it was a huge, white leather massage table and the therapist immediately walked to it.
“If you could just lie down we can get started,” she said.
Karen moved across to the table to sit down on it then swung her legs up. She lay down then turned on to her belly and settled her face in the cushioned hole.
“Comfortable?” the therapist queried.
“Yes,” Karen answered.
A shiver trickled down her spine as strong hands began to knead the nape of her neck. Too much tension tended to knot her flesh and she could feel some of the stress slowly begin to drain away as an expert touch dug in the muscles of her shoulders to relax them then slowly worked down her spine.
“You seem tense,” the therapist said as she continued working to ease tight muscles.
“I just got out of a stressful meeting,” Karen replied.
“A difficult day at work, I take it?”
“If only,” Karen went on and let out a bitter laugh. “This was a divorce meeting with my bastard husband.”
“Oh …,” the therapist let out quietly.
“Yes …, oh,” Karen said. “After six years of marriage, he now wants to throw me out on the street without a dime.”
It wasn’t exactly true, but it was definitely how she felt about the divorce. The prenuptial agreement of one million plus her belongings might be seen as a great deal by many women, but it certainly wasn’t by her. Her life with Mark got her used to having money on tap to get whatever she wanted, whenever she needed it. It was a lifestyle that she’d got used to and lived to the full, so it wasn’t something she was about to give up without a battle.
When she took into consideration the shopping, vacations, spa treatments and other luxuries she enjoyed on almost a daily basis, she knew that one million dollars was nowhere near enough to keep it going. The likelihood was that within a year or two she would be where she was before meeting Mark. The idea of returning to the jazz circuit and working again was something she didn’t want to contemplate and she would fight tooth and nail to avoid it. That meant doing whatever was needed to get a divorce settlement to her satisfaction.
“Why are men always such shitheads?” the therapist commented.
“It’s in their nature,” Karen answered. “And that’s especially true when it comes to wealthy men. They see everything as their possession and that includes the woman they marry. I found that out to my cost and was tossed aside like a broken toy when he moved on.”
“He was cheating on you during the marriage?” the therapist asked.
In truth, Karen knew that was extremely unlikely, but she was warming to the theme of crucifying Mark and wasn’t about to say anything good about him.
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” she said. “Mind you, with the amount he drank he probably doesn’t even remember who he was fucking.”
“Was he an alcoholic?”
“Practically,” Karen answered. “He was getting through almost a bottle of whisky a day in the months leading up to the split and I suspect he still is. He’s turned up at a few morning meetings with a raging hangover and looking like he just dragged himself out of a bar.”
There was some truth that Mark drank to excess although Karen’s claim that he was downing a bottle of whisky a day was an exaggeration for effect. It felt good to be putting him down and the massage was also helping her to relax. The therapist was now working on her legs, but stopped for a second when she spoke.
“That’s terrible,” she said. “He was an idiot to risk losing someone like you.”
Karen let out a humorless laugh.
“You should tell him that,” she said.
There was silence as the therapist set her concentration on completing a good job. Karen closed her eyes as she enjoyed the massaging touch of firm hands and the quiet in the room continued until the treatment was finished.
“That’s you,” the therapist said when she moved away from the table.
Karen remained lying down for a few seconds more before finally sliding herself to the edge of the table and dropping her feet to the floor. The therapist opened the door to let them out and the conversation carried on from where it ended as they walked in the direction of the locker room.
“I hope things work out for you with the divorce,” the therapist said.
“Oh don’t you worry about that,” Karen replied. “I intend to make sure I come out of it on top.”
“You sound determined.”
“I am,” Karen said. “I have the best lawyer and plan to squeeze my husband dry. He’s not going to just throw me aside and walk away without there being any consequences.”
“I hope you take the bastard to the cleaners,” the therapist went on.
Karen said nothing in reply, but a smile spread across her face as the pair of them parted company and she went inside the locker room. The last comment remained on her mind as she went to have a shower then got dressed to go home.
Taking the bastard to the cleaners was exactly what she intended and she was prepared to do everything in her power to make sure it happened.
Chapter 9
Gloria didn’t want to make the trip, but knew that there was really no option as the appointment was already arranged. It was also the only way to be one hundred percent sure and she set her mind to just getting it over and done with when she locked the door of her bookstore. She didn’t really like closing up so early in the day, but the importance of what she was about to do wasn’t lost on her so she forced herself on to start walking along the sidewalk.
The wait at the bus stop was longer than she anticipated and it was almost fifteen minutes before the service she wanted made an appearance. The early afternoon journey meant that the bus was almost empty and she sat down on the first seat she got to. She tried to keep her mind from what she was about to do or more so from what the outcome of it might be. It wasn’t easy and the urge to turn around and just pretend that everything was fine came over her.
“Don’t be stupid,” she chastised herself quietly. “You need to do this.”
There was no one around her to hear her comment, but that didn’t stop her checking to make sure anyway. Only two other people got on during the trip and that meant she eventually got to her destination much quicker than she expected. Her three o’clock appointment was still thirty minutes away when she stepped down from the bus to the sidewalk and if her visit was anything like usual, she would more than likely end up waiting past that time.
The thought of sitting in the waiting area, with nothing more to do than read the information posters on the wall didn’t appeal and she crossed the street to a sandwich store. It was as empty as the bus and less than a minute after walking inside she was sitting at a table with the orange juice she bought. She was all too aware that her hand was shaking when she lifted the glass and let out a sigh.
“It’ll be fine,” she told herself in a quiet voice, but didn’t quite convince herself that what she was saying was true.
She made the orange juice last as long as she could and it was five minutes before her appointment when she stepped out to the sidewalk. The short walk to her destination got her there dead on time and she hoped she wouldn’t have to wait long. That idea was dashed the minute she spoke to the receptionist.
“The doctor is running late today,” the older woman said. “If you just take a seat, I’ll call you when she is ready to see you.”
Gloria waited until she was facing away from the receptionist before grimacing. It appeared that she was going to be reading the posters on the wall after all and she m
oved to the small seating area to drop down on an empty chair. She ended up waiting more than twenty minutes and her nerves spiked when she heard her name being called.
“You can go in now,” the receptionist told her.
Gloria got to her feet and went through to the examination room. She knocked on the door before entering and mustered a smile for the woman sitting at the desk as she walked across to sit down on the seat opposite her.
“A pregnancy test,” Dr. Alexander said after checking the notes in front of her.
“Yes,” Gloria replied.
“If I remember rightly, it wasn’t that long ago that I gave you a contraceptive injection,” Dr. Alexander went on. “What makes you think you’re pregnant?”
