by Jennifer Key
Lizelle leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss, then another one that excited Sam enough to grab her face and slip his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues and lips clashed with open mouths before Sam took control and spread her legs with his hands. Next, he grabbed her legs and yanked her forward with one quick move that made her bare ass screech across the bar. Lizelle pulled out a tit for him, which he latched onto with aggressive passion by sucking and pulling on her nipple with his mouth. Lizelle gasped for air as if it was too rough, but she liked it that way. After spending equal time sucking on each tit, Sam took one of his thick strong fingers and stuck it up her cunt. Lizelle leaned back with pleasure, bracing herself up with her arms extended back and planted to keep from leaning back too far. Sam worked with the pussy with one finger first, then worked in a second finger at the same time he placed a thumb on her clit. Lizelle started fucking his fingers, moaning with every thrust.
Things changed all of a sudden, as Sam told her to "get on all fours with your tight ass backed up to my face." Lizelle did as she was told, then Sam put two fingers back into her cunt, then licked around her pussy. Lizelle rocked back and forth while Sam finger-fucked and ate her pussy until she came. Lizelle told Sam to "get up here, your turn." Sam took off his jeans and boxers, then hopped up on the bar so fast and hard that his ass made a loud smacking sound on the bar. Sam leaned back, then closed his eyes once he felt Lizelle's lips gently wrap around his stiff dick.
"Lean back some more," Lizelle ordered him, and he did. "Now, don't move, I'll be right back," she told him.
"Alright, but hurry up," he replied with throbbing anticipation as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Lizelle stood up and sucked his dick for a minute or so, then left the bar as if she were going to the ladies room. Sam was still on the bar, on his backside stroking his stiff dick. The more he jerked his cock, the less he realized how long Lizelle was gone. Faster and faster, he stroked his dick until cum shot up out of it, then he sat up.
"Lizelle!" he yelled out, but no answer. Sam hopped down off the bar and walked toward the lady's room. Little did he know, Lizelle was already turning out of the parking lot in a car, laughing on her way home. Jason was finally able to get her attention, placing Lizelle's second Chocolate Martini on the bar in front of her.
From behind her, a guy's voice said "that's what I'm talking about, chocolate." Lizelle didn't recognize the voice, but she knew the face once she looked back over her shoulder and saw Boyd. Boyd and Lizelle started conversating once he asked what all was in her Chocolate Martini. After hearing the ingredients, he ordered one for himself, obviously assuming he scored some points with Lizelle. Even though she felt brewing bitterness the more they talked, she kept her cool. Not only that, but she controlled the friendly chat by avoiding they typical questions like "what school did you go to?" Or, "you from around here?" Instead, she kept his mind on chocolate, and hers, too. Boyd took a straw and slowly stirred around in the bottom of his martini glass. When he pulled out his straw, he had chocolate syrup on the end of it which he extended to Lizelle so she could lick it or suck it off. Lizelle fed into his ego by leaning in and licking the chocolate off while her eyes slowly closed.
Then, she opened her eyes and discovered that her imagination had landed them in her hotel room. Lizelle was dressed in sexy black leather panty like bottoms and bra to match, along with black high heels and a leather whip in one hand. The bathroom light was on, which was plenty to see Boyd's mouth gagged with black leather strap around his head which held the bit in his closed mouth. Also, his hands and feet were bound together in chains, leaving his naked ass at her mercy. Lizelle walked up to the side of the bed, then just stared down at him. After a few minutes of silence, she decide to give him a quick blowjob without making him cum, then rode him while he was on his back, until she came; but didn't let him. Next, she got on all fours with her plump tight ass and crawled into a position where her wet pussy was parked directly over his face. Boyd moaned and made pleading noises, begging to taste the pussy but Lizelle simply smiled before turning him over onto his stomach.
Helpless, Boyd tried to look around and see Lizelle. She made it a point to stay in the out of sight, letting the suspense build before WHAP! The scream was muffled, but Lizelle could tell she whipped his ass good with one quick crack of her whip. After seeing a nice red mark appear on his ass, she tossed the whip onto the bed beside him, then walked out of the hotel room. Lizelle's eyes opened at the bar, straw still in her mouth.
Boyd seized the opportunity, asking her "you wanna' blow this joint?" "Sure," Lizelle replied with a fake seductive smile before saying-
"Let's head back to my hotel room."
Boyd didn't object, saying "fine with me." They locked eyes for a moment, yet Lizelle was really looking straight through him with a vision of the scene to come.
Riding The Boss
“It's Lee ah nah.” “Oh.” Randall grumbled foolishly. Lianna brushed her hand through her long dark brown bangs, Looking down she re-examined her outfit for the 100th time- a black v-neck top and matching black stretch pants, trying to already dress like she worked there. She had to get this job as it was the last place she knew that was listed as hiring. She had barely been able to make the deposit on her apartment and detested the thought of suffering the failure that she would feel moving back to her mom's place. Desperate and almost out of options she had by luck found an ad in the paper looking for a waitress. While she knew she should and could be doing something better she had conceded, broke down and applied. Knowing how everything rode on the line she summoned all of her best and looked back up. She creaked out a nervous smile hoping she didn't offend him by making her correction.
Leaning back in his red leather-bound chair he stared at a small handful of paperwork, including her résumé, application, drug test and what ever else her life had amounted to in the world. Reaching his hand towards his beard he lightly rubbed it, as he cocked an eyebrow.
“So what qualities can you bring to the Sapphire Saturday family?” Randall asked, seeming to regain his composure. Folding his hands he leaned forward over the dark wooden desk. The fluorescent light casting multiple shadows over his features, she looked closer at him. Randall had dark hair with a light spritz of gray scattered amongst his head and beard. Within his late 40's to early 50's, he seemed very well seated into his position as general manager of the major chain restaurant. The wrinkles of a constant frown showed evidence of his usual demeanor. The light blue button up shirt accented with a darker blue tie seemed to accent the glowing red of his weathered skin. His left hand unknotted itself and tapped his deeply nicked and scratched thick gold wedding band against the desktop, as he waited.
“I hate these stupid questions.” Lianna thought as she dug around in her mind looking for the largest pile of bull she could find.
“Oh sir,I can fill up a glass of tea like no one else, full pitcher with ice and everything.” She sarcastically thought. Finally an answer came to mind, she blurted out the words before they almost were formed into sentences. Leaning forward with a blank stare she replied,
“Well my Momma always taught me to treat people like you want to be treated, give them respect and they will respect you. And that's what I bring, Respect.” Lianna watched him as he made no expressions whether he liked or disliked her response. His hand stopped tapping to mumble
“Well ...” he trailed off sliding papers back and forth. Her heart paused for a moment, all time stood still as she waited for him to complete his thought. Looking back at her and pausing she could feel the world ending. Feeling her fingernails drive deeper down into the uncomfortable chair she clenched her teeth waiting.
“You have a clean record and seem like a nice girl. So come here about 4pm tomorrow and we'll get you into training.” Her heart suddenly resumed its beats and seemed to make up for all the time it had stopped. Trying to contain herself and speak through an excited grin
“Oh thank you Mr. Randall, you won't reg
ret this.” Lianna reached forward to shake his hand. Randall's eyes quickly darted to her cleavage,
“I better not”, he murmured with a slight smirk. Holding for a moment she realized where he was looking, and turned away she clasped her hands, with a smile that ached her cheeks.
Time to celebrate. Dipping her hips back and forth she tugged up her jeans. Checking her make up and face for anything, she finally gave her check off by whipping her hair to the side with her left hand. She made a final turn to the left and admired her gentle curves. Arching a bit further, she stuck her butt out more and smiled. The painted cement walls of the bar restroom seemed to glow about her, giving her a supernatural appearance of angelic beauty. With a slight right handed shove she pushed the door open just enough to walk out, letting the purplish white hue pouring around her slowly descend back into the darkness of the dimly lit room. Striding back to her seat she took inventory of the room. She noted two men, one cupping his hand over his friend's ear in a loud whisper. Sliding back to her bar stool she heard the soften faux leather crackle as she settled back down.
Lianna lazily raised her index finger towards the bartender, he acknowledged with a simple nod and began grabbing bottles from the pine shelves. Her eyes poured over the selection of colored bottles, gin, rum, wine, and tequila. Oh the mistakes she make with her friend tequila. Slightly smirking as she looked down she caught movement to her right. Clutching a tall glass of amber bubbling brew, he sat down beside her.
“I got this James” as he motioned a finger pointing towards her. He had a backwards turned red cap and a sandy brown sprig of hair poking out. His honey mustard colored shirt sported an acid washed logo detailing the name brand of his shirt.
“My name is Brad, so what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here?” He held out a hand waiting for an obligatory shake, with a left sided smile showing off his dimple. She couldn't help but smile at his adorable forwardness. Giving a light grasp to his outstretched hand, she tried to make herself heard over the music drowning out the conversations in the background
“I'm Lianna.”
“Cool well this is my friend Darren, his girlfriend just broke up with him so I decided to take him out for some fun.” Lianna waved towards the mussed hair, thin boy. He waved shyly back then buried his head back to staring at the table and sipping on his translucent drink. His light blue shirt featured a dark figure stalking through a white cityscape, with lettering she couldn't read.
“So you didn't tell me why you're all here alone pretty girl.” Brad said drawing back her attention.
“I just got a job!” she slightly shouted over the country song that deafened the room. Watching his clean-shaven light-skinned face, the replied
“Well congrats, where at?”
“Sapphire Saturdays. You should come visit me sometime.”
“Oh for a beautiful face like that I'd come anytime.”, Brad said smiling as he took another drink of his beer. Smiling she was handed a cool glass of strawberry daiquiri. The glass beaded down with drops of water, slowly she traced her finger over the surface. She drew tiny hearts as Brad talked about his job of cutting logs. His friend would occasionally look up and she would give him a sympathetic smile. Brad bought her another drink, as she went on to explain
“Yeah, I'm really hoping that this job will work out. It's my first time.” With a wink she dipped her head back down to sip on her 3rd drink Brad had bought. The bartender loudly announced that it was last call, with a sudden quietness as the music stopped. Brad pulled out his wallet and laid several twenties down on the counter. Feeling her head slowly buzzing and eyes finding it hard to adjust to the light, she shifted on her seat trying to down the last bits of her drink.
“You need a ride home gorgeous?” Brad asked with a large smile.
“I think so, handsome.” Lianna replied slowly sliding her hand over his cheek. Planting one hand on the wooden bar counter and one on her seat she lifted herself up from the stool taking two slow deliberate steps forward. Leaning forward and gently holding her hand to his ear she whispered,
“Darren? Wanna take me home?” A look of both confusion a fear overcame the boy, her tongue slowly crept out and drew a soft circle around the inside of his ear. With a mix of nervous confidence he stood up.
“Umm yeah” was all he could seem to get out. Darren grabbed his jacket with shaking hands, wrapping her arm around his waist she leaned back looking at Brad.
“Night Brad.” making a fake kiss she headed towards the door. The slamming his fist and a scream of “What the!” was suddenly muffled by the slam of the door closing behind her as Lianna walked to Darren's car.
Sliding her key into the lock she opened the door with the slightest squeak. Happily dragging Daren by the hand, she led him across the beige carpet to the bedroom. The light softly pouring through the window showed the outlines of a handsome man, with his sharply formed stance. His baggy jeans just barely concealing a well-defined large bulge. She knew he wanted her, he couldn't stop roaming his hands over her hips through the room. Pressing her lips against his, she pulled him close with her right arm. Reaching her hand under his shirt she felt the smooth soft skin, that immediately gave way to tiny ripple of goosebumps. Lianna smiled as she felt her fingertips tickling his sides lightly brushing them back and forth. Sliding her hand lower she felt the heat emanating from his pants emanating and the throbs as he made a happy “hmmm.”. His hand pulled back her hair as it strode down its length. His lips were soft and perfectly pressed together against hers. His hand wandered lower and began to caress her backside. Within a few more kisses his hand dipped beneath her jeans. Darren's hand clasped on her butt cheek. With a gentle squeeze he made slight hums of excitement. With a gentle bite goodbye his lips pressed across her cheek to her ear. He breathed out and let a rushing current of hot air across her ear. His hand slid upwards and with a simple pinch unsnapped her bra. She could feel her breasts suddenly let loose and just as quickly he scooped up one while holding the other up with his loose hand. Lightly massaging it along with squeezes he worked his way towards her nipple. Caressing it as he lightly pinched it making it harder. She took both of her hands and placed them on his chest working him towards the bed she gave a gentle push onto the bed. He landed back with a smile and ready to rip his zipper. Reaching both arms down she grabbed her shirt and lifted it up.
Stopping at her breasts she smiled, and continued drawing it further up. Pulling the top away from her hair she tossed it to the side and began immediately unsnapping her jeans. With a slight left to right wiggle she let them slide to her ankles. With one foot she stepped on the edge of her jeans and tugged them off from her right foot. With a simple flick she threw the jeans towards her night stand and crawled over to Darren. Climbing on top of him she slowly kissed his neck up to his ear . She took her left hand reached down and felt him pulsing in her hand. Sliding it back and forth, it was so hot and smooth in her palm. Wrapping the head in her thumb and index she squeezed it tightly and whispered seductively,
“ Go down.” Rolling over to her back, she opened up her legs and waited. Darren began by slowly reaching a hand up to her left knee planting his lips on the inside of her thigh she made light steps with his lips down the length of her thigh. Each one creeping closer and longer. She could feel his hot breath rolling over her, with deeper heavier breaths. His hands slid down the out side of her thighs and gripped down on her hips. His tongue reached out and gently slipped between her lips. The warm tingle made her suddenly tense up, seizing her lower half. Reaching both hands down she slid over her thighs and felt the silky softness of her self. Dragging each finger across the breadth of her legs until she reached the back of his neck. His tongue began to move up and down, searching for that perfect spot. It toyed over in circular motions looking back and forth. Lianna's eyes clasped harder together, feeling his light touch. Her breasts began to tingle, crawling up to her nipples almost burning. She could feel her insides tighten, squeezing out the wet juices of
her mixing with saliva slowly creeping down . Slowly being consumed to the sensation, she let her finger tips ride over the back of his head and began grasping handfuls of his hair as his slid his tongue up and down, harder and faster. He reached his fingers across her lips and spread them. They made a seductive “come here” motion as they edged deeper within. She could feel the swelling of her clit within his tightly latched lips.
His textured tongue shaped from broad lashes to refined thin strokes. Up and down, over and over hitting that perfect spot. Her body slowly lost feeling and her only concern was his lips locking over this sensitive spot. Flinging a pillow against the wall she whipped her up over her head and rested the nape of her neck over her forearm.
“Faster!” she seethed sinking her other hand into his hair and burying his face into her. Darren 's tongue moved even faster, as she ground her hips harder into his face. She could feel the wetness dripping over his face as the could feel it coming, She began digging her hips upwards into his lips even harder, and tugging his head downwards almost smothering him. His breaths were bubbling labored hums of joy as he knew she was almost ready. She could almost her him drowning as he trying to catch a his breath through his nose. Gritting her teeth she could barely control her body, as deep breaths tried to make it out of her body. Darren kept working his tongue up and down harder and faster sensing her pleasure. His fingers tightened on her hips as she began thrusting them harder. She could feel nothing else but the over whelming will to dig her fingers down into the sheets. Grinding her hips up and down she tried to let out moans, her finger nails seems to eat through the bed trying to grab anything possible as her body tightened. Arching her back up she slapped one hand over the back of his head.
