Trust

by Alice May Ball

  When they had removed their tunics, Bruton found a closet to hang them in. Then he said, “Don’t have to call me ’Captain’ now, Adrian.”

  “No,” said Adrian, “James.”

  “Much better,” said James. The two men looked at each other, and there was an electricity in the room. James came to open and pour the champagne. “Already had two glasses I see,” he said to me with a smile.

  “When you asked me ’how many glasses,’ I thought you’d like to know how many drinkers.”

  “Quite right,” and he raised his glass, looking back at Adrian to see that he followed suit. “Fine lady with fine sensibilities,” and I fluttered my eyelids in acceptance of the toast. Bruton sat on the couch and patted the seat by him, “Adrian. Sit. Making the place untidy, standing about. Hovering.” As Adrian settled awkwardly by him, James said to me, “Fine suite. Lady of taste.” And he raised his glass to me again.

  Adrian fingered his glass a little nervously. James said, “Buck up, lad. Make a good show and all that,” and he patted Adrian’s thigh. Then he said, “Wet behind the ears, still?” and he leaned over, put his nose behind Adrian’s ear, and he licked him.

  Adrian’s eyes popped wide, he giggled and curled his head and shoulder together. That made James do it more. “Wet behind the ears now, lad. No mistake.” And James looked devilishly over to me. I was fidgeting, too, wondering what it felt like, being licked behind the ears like that. I couldn’t remember anyone ever doing that to me.

  “Still a boy,” said James, talking to me, “What used to be called a ’girl.’ Did you know that? Until recently, ’girl’ meant any child, adolescent or immature. Not sex-specific – sorry, supposed to say, ’gender specific’ now – not gender specific at all until about the eighteen hundreds.”

  “Oh,” I said, “you call that ’recently?’”

  He laughed, “Fair enough,” he said, “Interesting though, hmm? ’Girl’ meaning either. Or both.”

  “Or all,” said Adrian.

  “All of the above,” said James, twinkling.

  Adrian said, “All of the below, more like.”

  “See?” James fanned his hand in Adrian’s hair. “Not such a shrinking violet.”

  Adrian’s hand twitched. He was obviously going to muss James’ hair in retaliation, but he bit his lip and thought better of it. James saw that and said, “Still wet behind the ears, though,” and he rubbed Adrian’s ear from behind, folding it over.

  Adrian’s mouth tightened and his eyes sparkled. Then he did muss James’ hair. James grinned fiercely, “Oh, come on, then,” and he reached to flatten both of Adrian’s ears. As he did, he said, “Girl.”

  Adrian reached for James’ head and the two soldiers fell to wrestling, laughing and snarling at the same time. I thought someone should act as referee, so I stood and said, “Now, boys, I want a nice clean fight,” as they rolled from the couch to the floor.

  I said, “And I think you should take off the rest of your uniforms.” They stopped and looked up at me. Then I remembered that, although I had fixed my hair and refreshed my makeup, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  James’ eyes gleamed and he said, “So that’s your game.” He looked at Adrian, “Lady wants to see the guardsmen wrestle naked.”

  Adrian pulled off his vest, exposing his glistening, downy abs as he said to James, “Make a good show and all that,” and he stood as he began to pull down his zipper.

  The two men crouched, panting, Adrian in his black, silky Calvins, James wearing only his tight white cotton briefs. Their fine bodies were hot, clenched, tense and ready to spring. They circled each other on the thick cream rug.

  I slipped into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. James’ face spread into a predatory grin. “Catch as catch can,” he said then, leering at me. “Tag team, eh? Only fair.” I handed him the bottle.

  As he moistened his skin, rubbing the oil all over, with a filthy leer he said, “Disrobe, madam,” before he handed the bottle to Adrian.

  Adrian massaged the oil onto his arms and his chest, turned to me, and looked me up and down breathing hard. With a grin, he said, “Only fair.”

  I unbuttoned the front of my dress, slowly. James and Adrian grappled with each other’s oily skin. I left the last three buttons done up, and opened the front of the dress to show my full, creamy breasts heaving at the top of my lovely red French silky bra.

  Adrian and James came to a clinch. They grabbed each other’s buttocks. Hard. Their cocks rubbed against each other, both big, full and straining at the fabric that encased them.

  James spun Adrian around. Now they both faced me. James’ hands ran hard down Adrian’s chest, his stomach, over his tight, hard, bulging thighs. Then up, over his Calvins. Gripping his hard, fat cock.

  Adrian’s eyes closed as James’ hand slipped inside. I opened the last three buttons, revealing the tops of my stockings and my hot, naked mound.

  James pulled Adrian’s cock out and rubbed it forcefully, while his other hand slipped into the back of Adrian’s underpants. Adrian’s head rolled and his eyes opened lazily. In their narrow slits, his eyes blazed and shone.

  I shrugged off my dress, slipped down the straps of my bra. Unclasped it and pushed my upper arms together, making my breasts swell forward as I let the bra slip off. James pulled out his big, hard, fat cock.

  With his cock pressed against Adrian’s ass, James nibbled Adrian’s ear. Naked now, except for my stockings and high-heeled shoes, I stepped in closer. The hot, urgent scent of my weeping sex mingled with the rising scents of the two big men.

  My breasts pressed against the oiled ridges of Adrian’s hard abs, and they heaved against me, squeezing my soft breasts. My nipples rubbed against his damp, hot flesh.

  My hand met James’ on the hard, curved length of Adrian’s oily, throbbing cock. James’ other hand worked into Adrian’s ass, and Adrian moaned. He bent his head to kiss me. Our tongues explored each other and danced a hot tango.

  James’ hand released Adrian’s cock, and slid around my waist then slipped to stroke and caress my ass. He squeezed where my thigh met my buttock. I reached around to feel Adrian’s great, strong buttocks.

  It thrilled me to feel Adrian’s ass under my palm while James’ groin pressed on my knuckles. Adrian’s huge muscle clenched as I gripped it. I found James’ long, hard cock burrowing in the cleft. James’ hand on my ass tightened.

  I sucked on Adrian’s tongue and squeezed my breasts hard against him, and I shuddered, excited by a huge, hot, eager cock in each hand. Two strong, hot young guardsmen, two hard, taut, lean male bodies. I pulled Adrian’s cock tight against my stomach. It almost reached my breasts.

  I looked into Adrian’s dreamy eyes as our mouths released each other, then I watched, thrilled and excited as the two men’s lips trembled toward each other, paused, poised in readiness as their eyes flicked between each other’s eyes and mouths and back and fell, then, on each other, with ravenous force.

  As their bodies reached and flowed around their muscular kiss, I ducked down to take Adrian’s cock onto my wet tongue and into my hot mouth. He stiffened between my lips and along my tongue. My cheeks clung to him and his pulse sang through his veins.

  James pushed Adrian roughly to bend forward. I crouched and craned to keep him in my mouth as James prepared to enter him. It was worth it. As James’ cock bored into Adrian’s ass, Adrian’s cock jerked in my mouth, swelling, pulsing and lengthening even more.

  Adrian groaned, moaned and whimpered. James’ sounds were like a jockey, or a boxer. They were rough, demanding and guttural.

  I reached up along Adrian’s thighs, up to James’ cock where it reamed into Adrian’s trembling buttocks. I held the shaft and stroked firmly down to James’ sack. I snaked a finger further, up along the crevice to James’ own tight star.

  I pressed there and heard James growl as I felt him shake in response. I lay back on the couch in front of the two men to watch. My thighs spread apart an
d my fingers pulled my wet petals wide. My fingers couldn’t keep away from the base of my clit, and the folds around its soaking hood.

  My thighs twitched and my pelvis bucked as I watched the sweat gleam and run on James’ hard, pumping body. I watched him impale Adrian, and I watched Adrian’s face drip in the sweet contortions of agonized ecstasy.

  James slapped Adrian’s ass hard, over and over as he pounded him. Then he pulled out. Roughly, he shoved the top of Adrian’s head. Adrian sank to his knees. James growled, “Let me clean my lance,” and he wiped his cock meticulously with a damp cloth before he thrust it deep and hard into Adrian’s mouth.

  James clutched Adrian’s head and face-fucked him, hard. My fingers flew with a frantic force on and around my thickening bud and my widening wet lips. My juices flowed like a waterfall.

  James looked hungrily at me. Breathily he asked, “May I assist at all?”

  My eyes pleaded at him, “Yes. Stop showing me your cock and stick it up me.”

  He jerked his cock out of Adrian’s mouth and stepped to the couch. His big hands scooped me up by my buttocks and he lowered my needy pussy to engage onto his hot, fat cock.

  I gasped as the head filled my opening then I clenched and shook as he burst inside me. He stretched and filled me, slamming harder and further into me.

  I beat my hands on his shoulders and chest. That only spurred him on. His balls slapped against the cheeks of my ass and his pubic hair slammed into mine. I wrapped my arms around his head, pressing his face into my swelling breasts as he pumped and poleaxed me.

  My legs wrapped around him, I took him as far into me as I could and rammed along his fat, throbbing length, faster and faster. I shouted, “Yes, yes, you fucker, FUCK ME!”

  I gushed onto his cock as it pumped a fountain of hot, sticky juice to drench me and fill me. He pumped and pumped and I ground onto him and clenched and squeezed on him.

  I fell back onto the couch and I was still coming as Adrian brought his lovely weapon to my face. I gripped his buttocks as I took him through my hot, wet lips, into my salivating mouth and deep into my throat.

  Adrian pressed my head in encouragement and I felt his cock swell and pulse before it splashed into my throat and filled my mouth. He pushed until my face was buried in the dark, hot, sweet sweat of his groin.

  His salty, tangy cum overflowed from my lips and dribbled on my cheeks, down my chin and dripped onto my hot breasts. As my breath heaved and I subsided, James and Adrian bent down to kiss and lick me, like kittens nuzzling their mama.

  When I called the next morning, the receptionist answered briskly, “Harden, Quinn, Quiggley, good morning.”

  When she heard who I was, her voice cooled but she put me straight through. “Mr. Quinn?”

  His dark, honeyed tone started a glow in my panties, “Marston, please, Mrs. Harper.”

  “Marston. I’m calling to tell you personally that I’m withdrawing my legal business from your firm.”

  “Really, Mrs. Harper?”

  “Yes, Marston, I no longer want to be your client.”

  “I see.”

  “Until Monday. Until after the weekend. I’ll be transferring the business back on Monday.”

  “I see…”

  Then I went shopping and had my hair done, ready to meet Marston for dinner.

  And that’s where it all began to come apart.

  Chapter 9

  ACK IN THE STATES, I tried everything I could to forget how that evening ended. How I ran like a mad teenager whose dress got ripped at the prom. I was out on the road, it was late at night. I wasn’t even completely sure where I was going.

  My husband would have dealt with the police any time we got stopped, and we almost never did. I’d had no experience with these situations since I’ve been on my own. Another thing I didn’t know how to handle by myself.

  The patrolman stood by the side of my car in his smart gray pants. I caught just a sideways glimpse of a tight, round ass as he stood with his hand on his cocked hip, by his gun. He wore short, tight black leather gloves.

  His cruiser was parked behind me on the side of the freeway, red and blue lights still spinning in the dark blue evening on the long, lonely road. Another officer still sat in the cruiser.

  He leaned down and looked at me over his sunshades as I rolled down the window. My heart banged when I saw his lovely green eyes. I said, “I do hope I’m not doing something wrong, officer.”

  He said, “Show me your driver’s license.” I fetched it from my purse and handed it to him. He looked at it a moment, then said, “Would you step out of the vehicle, please, Mrs. Harper?”

  As I got out, I smoothed down my blue silk dress. Not soon enough to prevent the patrolman from getting a good look at the dark top of my sheer stocking and the little lacy garter, tied with blue ribbon that held it up.

  Maybe the dress was cut a little low in the top, but I’m proud of my beauties. That’s not so wrong, surely. The officer moved his shades farther down his nose and he looked me over, from my head all the way down to the tips of my blue painted toenails, where they peeked out of my blue sandals.

  Then he brought his green eyes back up, taking the same route. Only slower this time. He spent a while on my stockinged calves, a longer while investigating my thighs, and then my stomach dropped as he took a tour over my hips, then slipped around to check my ass.

  His inspection made a rest stop on the top of my dress. I knew it was too low. He made me nervous, and my soft flesh fluttered as he looked. His strong jaw and wide cheekbones and the cleft in his chin made him look like a real hero, a knight of the road.

  He was very tall. His voice was a slow, firm baritone. When he spoke, little flurries flipped in my stomach. He said, “I noticed you had a taillight flickering.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry, officer.” Flustered, I had literally no idea what to do about this. “Is that very serious? I could take the car to a shop nearby, maybe, but guess I’d have to find somewhere to stay over.”

  “It’s not so serious, Mrs. Harper. I’d better just ask you a few routine questions, then you can be on your way.”

  “Oh,” I said, brightening, “Does that mean you’re going to take me into custody?”

  He looked at me over his shades. “That shouldn’t be necessary, ma’am.”

  “Oh,” I said, disappointed. “Am I in a lot of trouble, officer?”

  “Not too much, Mrs. Harper, no.”

  “Only, you seem so nice, and I’d hate to be in trouble. I don’t know what I would do,” I looked up at him, “I think I would do anything to get out of trouble, officer.” he looked back at me.

  “Really?” he said.

  “Mm-hm,” I told him, “Anything.”

  A little grin played around the corners of his mouth. I could see he was fighting it. His cheeks dimpled slightly when he did that. So cute.

  He said, “I can interview you in the back of the patrol car.”

  “Oh,” I said, perking right up again.

  “My partner there is new on the force and it could be instructive for him, if you wouldn’t mind.” he said. I told him that I wouldn’t mind at all.