by Deorre, Iris
He wet his fingers and placed them back against her wet flaps, then retracted and with all his might slapped them against her pussy multiple times. It stung and it burned but it excited her all the same.
‘Ah yeeeeyessyssyss!’ she wiggled as he slapped down fast and hard against the skins until the white slime began to drizzle out of her well.
‘That’s how I like you, wet and horny.’ He licked the lust off his hands and nodded for her to proceed.
He sat back on the desk taking in the view. Celine took the dildo and slowly began to dip it into her drenched middle. At first she dipped in just the tip, playing with the top part of her flaps as she did so and then dipped it in half way. He was beside himself as he watched the rubber enter between the dark flaps.
‘More!’ He demanded.
Celine dipped into her well further, this time pushing the thick cock deep into it. The rubber rubbed against the walls of her pussy, heating her up a lot more, making her ready for him. He slid off the desk and knelt besides her, took her leg and began to kiss along it not taking his eyes off the action between her legs. He came to her foot and one at a time took her toes into his mouth. He bit down hard as she fucked herself. He took in the big toe and wet it with his mouth, taking it in at the same time as the dildo entered her well.
‘Ah yes, yes, oooh yes! Yes!’ She screamed. She loved how he took her toes into his mouth; how he teased her, how he made her feel all fuzzy all over. ‘Oh my god! I’m coming!’ Her body began to build up.
‘Say it again.’
‘I’m coming!’
He took all four toes into his mouth and bit down as she slammed the dildo into the wetness. She did it with speed, her body no longer belonged to her, it had been taken over by a great big orgasm.
‘Ooooooooh ahahahahahahahaha!’ She let out finally releasing everything that had been pent up within her.
Rhyland withdrew from her toes and stood up. He began to undress. She was ready for him.
‘It’s time for me to take what I want,’ he said.
‘Yes, yes take what you want,’ she said.
He stepped out of his clothes and stood confidently with his wand in his hand. He watched her, breathing weakly in the chair. He played with his cock, pumping it vigorously. An idea sprung to mind, he stepped back for just a moment and picked up his tie. He swung it around her neck and used it to navigate her to do what he wanted. He kept pumping his cock, this time close to her face. He pulled on the tie, bringing her forward so that the tip of his dick was right next to her face.
‘You see this, this thing wants to rip you apart.’ He breathed heavily.
‘I want it to.’ She really did. Over the past few weeks she’d wanted nothing more. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to do naughty things with him. It was like a drug, something she knew she should never take and yet just couldn’t get enough of it.
He moved her head closer and automatically she opened her mouth and took in the thickness. He was already wet with slime and he slid in perfectly.
‘Shit!’ The warmth engulfed his length. ‘Yes damit, yes!’ He pushed into her, wasting no time hitting the back of her throat. He pulled on the tie and pulled her further into him.
He pulled back and allowed her to gain her breath but quickly pushed back in. It was awesome, the feeling of her underneath him. He pulled out and let her have some air and then he was back again. He stepped onto the sides of the chair and positioned his cock above her. He pulled the tie to the back and pulled her head back so that her throat opened a lot more. He dipped deep, really deep. She placed her fingers between her pussy and began to flick it as vigorously as he did her mouth.
‘Oh yes, yes!’ he was panting harder as his balls swelled and within seconds he splashed out into her mouth. He held her head back until she swallowed all of him.
She licked her lips and looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back down at her as he climbed off the chair. He took the tie off her neck and leaned down to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth and backed off, walking around to his side off the desk.
He opened the Viao that was on his desk and made a few tapping and clicking sounds, shut it and gazed up at her.
‘Three thousand wired to your account.’ He smiled.
‘Thank you.’ She wiped the sides of her mouth.
‘No thank you beautiful.’
‘Same time next week?’ she asked. She wanted to see him again.
‘I’ll call you; I might be out next week, perhaps sooner?’
‘Yeah sure.’ Her heart skipped. Sooner would be nice.
They gazed at each other for a moment and for one last time smiled.
‘I guess I’ll be off.’ She didn’t know what else to say.
‘Bye.’ He offered nothing more.
****
‘What are you doing here?’ she asked Harvey sat on the doorstep to their flat.
‘Waiting for you.’
‘Where’s Ava?’
‘Out.’
She put the key to the hole and opened the door.
‘I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve said.’ She invited him in.
‘I needed to talk to you, I…’
She eyed the tall blond. He was wiry and cute but he was never her type. He was really sweet always looking out for her but she saw him as a friend and nothing more, regardless of what Ava had said.
‘About what Harvey?’ she walked to the kitchen. ‘Would you like a drink?’
‘A coffee would be nice thanks.’
She put on the kettle, the scent of Rhyland still on her; the memory of their time together still fresh. They made small talk, about their assignments, the weather and Ava. She was always an interesting topic to talk about. The latest man she was dating was ten years her senior.
‘I’m not surprised.’ Celine said.
‘Why’s that?’ he eyed her.
‘Just because, it’s nothing.’ She didn’t want to go into conversation about her other life.
The kettle clicked off and she made the drinks in silence. Harvey watched her unable to bring himself to the real reason he’d come.
‘Do you want to hang out in the living room?’
‘Sure.’ He followed behind.
‘Sit; tell me what’s going through your mind. Clearly something’s bothering you.’
He took a sip of his drink; and just looked at her.
‘Come on, spit it out.’
‘It’s you, you’re on my mind.’
She was about to take a sip of her drink but brought it down instead.
‘What on earth are you talking about?’
‘It’s you and that man.’
‘What man?’
‘The one we met at the pub, I know about you and him!’
‘Oh my god, I’m going to kill Ava! I’m going to kill her!’
‘How long did you think you could hide it from me?’
‘Harvey last time I checked I didn’t owe you an explanation.’
‘This isn’t you, why are you doing this?’
‘I need the money.’
‘You had the bar job.’
‘Well it hardly paid well did it.’
‘You’re better than this.’
‘Why do you care anyway? I’m not the only one doing it.’
‘That maybe so but this isn’t you.’
‘You’ve known me a year and you think you know me.’ She laughed.
‘I just don’t want you to get hurt.’
‘Don’t worry I won’t.’ She drank her coffee.
Rhyland was on her mind night and day. She knew what their agreement was and she was alright with that. It was just that each time she was with him she longed to be with him more and more.
‘Do you want to watch something or do you still want to judge me?’
‘I wasn’t judging you I was just looking out for you.’
‘I’ll be fine. I love it anyway, it’s not like he’s an old ugly fossil. I’m luc
ky in that way.’
He shook his head and stood up.
‘I think I better go.’
‘You don’t want to hang out with me anymore?’
‘It’s not that, I’ve got an early start tomorrow.’
‘Don’t we all.’
Chapter Two
University was it usual busy self. She hardly saw Harvey the next couple weeks. She wondered whether he was avoiding her or whether he was just busy. They were all busy but they always made time for each other. She spent most days with Ava; it was unavoidable since they shared the same flat. For at least a week she hadn’t heard from Rhyland. He had mentioned that he was out of town. They never did get together earlier like he’d said, Celine was disappointed but it gave her time to concentrate on her studies instead.
On Friday night the usual group decided to go out for drinks and dancing. It was there that she met up with Harvey.
‘Where have you been hiding?’ she asked over the loud crowd.
‘I’ve been busy.’
‘Are you sure that’s all it is?’
‘Yes I’m sure. Do you want a beer?’
‘Yeah sure, I’ll get the next round.’
‘What’s up with him?’ Ava nodded towards Harvey as he disappeared into the crowd to get a round of drinks.
‘I have no idea.’
‘I think I do.’ she smiled mischievously.
‘Not that again.’
‘It’s the truth Ce, when are you going to notice him.’
‘Please. If that was the case he should’ve been man enough to say something. And besides we’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.’
‘I bet.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Oh you can talk; I never got the chance to ask you about this older guy you’re seeing.’
‘Well I actually like him and it isn’t for the money, unlike someone I know.’
‘Really, then why is it you’re carrying a Gucci bag, did you think I wouldn’t notice it.’
‘It was a gift from him.’
‘Whatever you say Ava.’
‘Well at least I like him but you, do you even like the guy. I mean with me it’s easy to see why I would go for someone like that but you.’
‘Yeah, what’s wrong with me? Am I not suited for a man like that?’
‘I don’t mean it like that.’
‘What do you mean it like?’
‘You’re like a nun. You never –’
‘Have sex? Really! Just because I rarely went out with guys doesn’t mean I haven’t have sex.’
‘You have now.’ She laughed.
Celine pursed her lips but finally just laughed it off. They were never really going to drop it. For now they would just leave it alone. Harvey walked back with some drinks in his hand. He handed the beer over to Celine and she downed the drink desperately.
Even though there was quite a number of them she felt lonely, the only person she thought about was Rhyland. She could kick herself for doing so but she couldn’t help herself. They sat for a while just talking about things, at times Celine would check her mobile, this only annoyed Harvey. It was an hour later, when she’d forgotten about checking her messages did a text come through.
Where are you?
Her heart skipped she smiled lightly.
At the Pub
Where I met you?
Yes
She looked around and caught Harvey staring at her.
‘What?’
‘Is it him?’
‘Harvey.’
‘Well is it?’
‘Who else could it be?’ Ava piped. ‘Everyone she knows is here.’
‘It could’ve been my mum.’
‘At eleven at night, hardly.’
Her phone buzzed again.
I’m coming to get you, stay right there.
K
She didn’t look up at her friends; instead she took a few big gulps of the beer. Half an hour later the handsome Rhyland showed up at the pub. Her heart did a double skip as she watched him walk towards her. He was in his business suit without a tie, his hair looked a little dishevelled but it made him look super cute.
‘Shall we?’ he whispered into her ear without acknowledging the rest of her friends.
‘Guys I’m going to have to go.’
Ava gave her an evil look, a look that said yeah right! But Celine ignored it, wanted to be with him. Harvey on the other hand simply looked away and refused to acknowledge her goodbye. The rest of the group wasn’t bothered by it at all, they just waved goodbye and got back to their drinking session.
They walked to his car in silence. She felt excited and no shame came up with the whole deal. She was his whore, in plain and simple terms that was what she was but somehow she loved playing the role. The term didn’t sit right with her but that was what she was and she was going to keep with it for as long as he wanted her.
He opened the door to the Austin Martin and Celine hopped in. She’d never been in any of his cars before; it felt great and a little personal. She smiled over at him as he hopped into the driver’s side.
‘You alright babe?’ he asked as he started the engine.
‘Yes I’m fine thanks.’ She smiled.
‘Your friends don’t seem too chuffed.’
‘Well it’s a long story.’
‘Hmmm, let me guess. The blond one wanted to be the centre of attention. She’s upset that just this once she wasn’t the one chosen.’
Celine looked at him impressed.
‘The guy, the one who didn’t acknowledge your departure, I’d say he has a crush on you or worse, he’s in love with you.’ He gazed at her briefly then back on the road.
‘I don’t know about that. He’s just my friend looking out for me. He’s worried.’
‘Worried, hmmm, maybe but he definitely has the hots for you. I don’t blame him, you’re beautiful.’ He put his hand on her leg and rubbed it gently.
Celine felt her body loosen and take in the soft sensation.
‘Open up a little wider for me.’ He encouraged.
Celine opened her legs wider; Rhyland worked his way up her inner thighs until he reached the middle. She was warm and already moist when he got there.
‘Very nice!’ he said. ‘Just as happy as I am to see you.’
He slipped his hand into the panties and began to massage the little bush that had been shaped into a heart. He quickly withdrew for a moment just to change a gear down and then up again. When they began to cruise again his hand wiggled its way back to the moist centre.
‘Where are we going?’ she had to ask.
‘To one of my hotels.’
‘You have a hotel?’
‘Hotels! All over the world.’
She didn’t realise how much money this man had but three thousand pounds was like pocket change to him. But to her it had begun to make a huge difference.
‘I tend to stay in them quite often. I love the buzz of the crowd. Being in one of my houses is quiet and can get a little lonely.’
She nodded and whimpered at the same time. Ryhland had begun to work his way into her wet hole. His finger dipped in and took her thick wet sleek onto it. He withdrew and fed it to her. She took in his finger deep into her mouth and licked it clean. Again his hand found her secret place and he dipped in and out allowing him to enjoy the wet sensation around his fingers. She panted and wiggled as he dug deep, twisting his fingers around the hole.
‘Let me hear you, you know I love to hear you.’ His voice was low and deep.
‘Yes, oh god yes!’
‘Say my name and say it like you want it really bad!’
‘Oh Rhyland, I want you, I want you so much!’
He smiled and gave it to her a lot more, he added another finger bringing it to three. He twirled within the warm moist, pulling out and then pushing back in. She’d begun to drip with lust; the wetness began to slide down the side of her thigh
s.
‘You are so hot right now,’ he said. ‘So hot.’
The car turned into a hotel, his hands withdrew and quickly he fed it to her. Again she licked them clean.
‘You ready?’ he asked.
‘Yes, I’m ready.’ She smiled her heart did a little skip.
They got out of the car, he handed the key to a man at the entrance and he wheeled off the sports car.
‘Evening Logan,’ he said to the doorman.
‘Evening sir.’
He held out his arm and Celine threaded her arm through. He waved at the receptionists as they breezed past for the elevator. The elevator took them to the sixth floor that opened onto a penthouse suite. The room was luxurious with couches, a grand piano, a wide screen television. It had a king size bed with numerous pillows, a separate bathroom and shower. It was a home all in one. As the doors to the elevator shut, Rhyland drifted across the room and over to the tray of champagne. He eyed it, popped it opened and poured a glass for himself and Celine.
‘Welcome to my world.’ He handed her the bubbly.
‘I love it, I just love it.’ She buzzed as she looked around the huge suite.
He smiled and took her by the hand and led her towards the bed. There lay another short Santa suit. She giggled knowing very well what she had to do.
‘You must think I’m obsessed with Christmas.’
‘A little.’ She laughed.
‘I love Christmas, I think it’s the time people should forget about everything and just be jolly. My parents used to wake me up very early on Christmas mornings and then watch me as I opened my presents. It was the best time in the world but...’ He drifted of as if stuck in a memory.
‘But one day things changed. I mean for me at least. I always knew my father wasn’t right but one Christmas when I was sixteen I invited my then girlfriend.’
She watched his face as it changed, it wasn’t anger but it was just lost, trapped in that memory.
‘I’ll never forget the look and the words he said.’ He took a sip of his drink. ‘They’d been so happy that I was bringing someone home until I brought her.’
‘Why what was wrong?’
‘My father wouldn’t even let her in the door.’
‘Why not?’
‘He said…’ He seemed a little upset by it all over again. ‘I will not have that black girl set foot in my house!’ He breathed heavily as if he was in that moment all over again. ‘He shut her out and I went with her but later that day when I returned my mother was black and blue all over her face again. He said it was her fault that I liked that girl, that she’d made me soft. Like I said he was different.’ He drank the rest of the contents of the drink. ‘When I asked her what happened she said she’d clumsily bumped into the door. I mean that story had become old.’ He heaved.
