by Dawn, Daphne
If she doesn’t fucking stop this, I will explode in a matter of seconds.
Leila seems to be enjoying herself. As her tongue is torturing my cock, her hands are massaging my balls.
I groan.
My insides feel as if they’ve melted. Heat’s invading all of me and I need to grab something. I lean forward a little to find her tits. Now I can at least massage them.
The tease continues. I can’t fucking stand it any longer and I let go of her tits and grab her head.
I time my movements, and when her tongue dashes out, I push my cock into her mouth. She nearly gags as I push all the way into her. I can feel myself go down her throat. That’s fucking better.
She gets the message. She bobs up and down on my cock, slowly, deliberately. Hands are still clasping my balls.
She changes tack now. When her lips reach the bottom of my shaft, her tongue comes out and licks and plays at the base of my cock. The sensation is akin to someone caressing my skin with a feather.
I’m unable to have any proper thoughts and all I want to do is spray my cum right down her throat and watch her drink every last drop of it.
The tingling sensation at the back of my belly increases. My muscles are starting to spasm. I can feel the build-up of my second orgasm and I thrust harder and deeper into her mouth. Leila responds by squeezing my balls firmer and faster.
She tilts her head back a little, getting ready for the inevitable.
“Fuck,” I scream at the top of my lungs.
My insides feel as though they are being squeezed so tightly, like I can’t breathe any more. When the pressure is released, my cum shoots into her.
It keeps on going and going. Muscles spasm after one another until I have nothing left in me.
Leila swallows every last drop.
When I pull out of her, she smiles.
“Did you enjoy desert?” I ask.
She nods.
“Anyone up for seconds?” she teases, and I see her own hand go down to her own pussy.
This is one fucking hot babe.
Chapter 16
Leila
I’m not sure what’s gotten into me.
It can’t be the wine. There’s been little alcohol consumed. Blake had also not served oysters, so there’s no aphrodisiac involved either.
Did he put some other potion into those gnocchi? Something to turn on my animal instinct, something to leave me wanting more and more of his fucking enormous cock?
The thought is so absurd, I smile.
Maybe Blake was simply able to unleash some dormant sex goddess in me. The thought almost makes me laugh. As I think of myself as a fucking sex goddess, I feel my cheeks burn.
It is true, though. I just can’t get enough of him.
The other day, I was unable to get enough of both Blake and Seth.
Just thinking about having two fucking enormous cocks inside of me leaves my pussy tingling.
Juices are flowing again.
I need his cock. Again.
My hands reach out to Blake. He turns and gives me a kind of satisfied smile. It starts at the corner of his lips and goes all the way to his eyes.
Just looking at his naked body in all its glory is a turn on. The six pack, his well-muscled thighs, the biceps, the chest, and those broad shoulders. But all of these pale into insignificance when I look at his cock.
And I can’t keep my eyes off it. He’s so fucking big; I can’t believe it fits in me. And of course, the other day, I had two of those in me at the same time.
My pussy moans, well it aches, for someone to touch it. Slowly, I let my own fingers trail down to its wet opening. I play with my clit for a bit, licking my lips and staring at his cock.
Blake rolls onto his side. Now my view of his cock is impeded. His finger draws circles on my body–my hot and sweaty body. Suddenly, I feel something cool spread in me.
“Be right back,” I purr and kiss him on the tip of his limp cock. I know it won’t stay like that for long. I’ve just got what the doctor ordered.
When I bounce back into the bedroom, Blake is exactly where I left him.
In my right hand, I’m carrying a bucket. I reach inside and take something out.
“Feeling hot?” I tease and drop my little surprise on his belly button.
“Fuck,” he screeches and sits bolt upright.
I laugh and push him back. Then I sit on the lower part of his legs and lean forward to lick the ice cube I’ve just dropped onto him.
I can feel my hard nipples glide over his cock. Instantly, it springs to life as if someone has given it an electric shock.
My own body is tingling. It feels as if a feather is caressing my skin in the most delicate of places. I shiver in anticipation.
My tongue moves around his belly button. I hear Blake groan. My tits glide over his cock, back and forth, up and down.
Fuck, this feels awesome. The tingling is growing in intensity, to the point where it feels like a heat wave spreading through me from my head to my toenails.
With the ice cube gone, I let my tongue follow an invisible trail down toward his pubic hair and waiting cock.
I take my time.
Blake has other ideas.
He pushes me off him and onto my back. Now it’s his turn to use an ice cube on me. He does not drop it onto me, oh no. Instead, Blake takes a cube and rubs it on my burning nipples.
They harden even more, which seems hardly possible. He pushes the cube on my tits and it slowly melts from my body heat. Then he lets his tongue follow the trail of the water.
My hips and ass buck up at him. He is in a position where the tip of his cock touches me in random places. As his tongue finds more and more water trails, his cock randomly pokes me. I want more.
He adds another ice cube and pushes it from the gap between my breasts down my belly toward my dripping pussy.
There, he massages the cube it into my wetness, pushing hard against my clit.
The sensation of ice on fire is overpowering and I fear I might just come now. But then, the cube has melted and in its stead is Blake’s tender hot tongue. It lashes in and out of my wet pussy.
I feel as if I’ve gone fucking mad. My mind is nothing more than a jumbling mess of raw and intense feelings of pleasure and I feel as if I’ll never have another normal thought in my life.
None of my limbs obey any command I give them and all I can think of is that I need Blake’s cock inside me.
Just when I think I can’t stand it anymore, Blake moves off me.
I feel like a little girl whose favorite toy has been taken. I can’t really register what’s going on at first, but then I begin to understand Blake’s move.
He’s turned himself around and is back on my pussy. The difference is I now have full access to his cock.
I waste no time using my hands and mouth to get to work.
My hands stroke his cock, while my mouth sucks on one of his balls, before I swap.
My fingers barely fit around the length of this magnificent cock. I work them up and down gently.
Then I swap and let my fingers play with his balls while my mouth takes all of his cock. At first I think I might gag, but with a little adjustment, I feel his length go down my throat.
Fucking amazing.
While I try and give Blake my attention, he’s working on my pussy. His fingers are at the entrance now. They tease and push and pull. I try to move my hips to meet them but this has him slapping me hard on my pussy instead. Hot burning pain seers through me.
I try again and earn another smack on my pussy.
This makes me suck harder and faster on his cock.
“Fucking slut,” he grunts before I feel his lips sucking on my clit.
His tongue circles around it and pushes deep into me. Again, I throw my hips up to meet him. I want more of him in me.
I feel his teeth nibble on my pussy and then his fingers push in and join his tongue. I can’t tell but I’m sure he’s got at least two
fingers fucking me. He pushes hard and deep. Then he curls them over and finds a spot I never knew I had. This must be what they call the sweet spot.
The ecstasy I feel is so intense I nearly bite into his cock.
“Bitch,” he shouts and pulls his fingers out.
No, I want to scream, but just then, he slams them back into me and pushes against my sweet spot again.
The world loses its focus and I feel like I’m swimming in a hot whirlpool. The ceiling seems to be circling and I lose any sense of direction.
Drowning in sheer pleasure and ecstasy, I increase my rhythm on his cock. I work hard.
Pleasure keeps rippling through me.
And then, just like that, Blake stops.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth and turns around.
“I want to fuck you properly this time.”
Dark clouds travel across his face. His broody mood sends little spasms of delight through my body.
I come closer and wrap my arms around him
I straddle him. As I do so, I glide my wet and waiting pussy onto his throbbing thick cock.
My arms are wrapped around his neck and I lean back, my breasts poking out at his chest.
I start riding him like a wild animal.
As I bounce up and down, his hands hold onto my hips.
Faster and faster I ride him. I can feel his cock go deep into me and find the sweet spot his finger awakened minutes before.
“Faster, fucking bitch,” he commands. “Faster.”
I oblige.
His cock feels so tight and the walls of my pussy are contracting, grabbing at his cock. The harder and faster I ride him, the more I feel the fire burn within me.
Blake lets go of my hips and grabs my tits. His fingers pull on my nipples. They’re so sensitive that the touch sends electric shock waves right through me.
If this goes on for much longer, the fire will turn into one giant explosion inside me.
I feel my orgasm building.
I can feel his cock pulsing in my pussy. He can’t be far off from coming. I bounce harder, slamming into him each time I come down. The sound of my hot, sweaty skin pummeling into him is music to my ears.
“Fucking slut,” he calls out and I can feel his cock unleash his cum inside me.
Blake’s fingers pinch my nipples and I, too, am overcome by an explosive orgasm. I twitch and spasm into his chest, overcome with sheer pleasure. My pussy tightens around his cock and squeezes every last bit of cum out of him.
We both collapse onto the bed in a heap, our heated bodies covered in sweat and juices.
He reaches over to brush a loose strand of hair out of my face.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he says with a smile.
I’ve fallen well and truly under the spell of Blake Jacobs.
Chapter 17
Seth
I park my Aston Martin on the other side of Beans & More. I stroll to the entrance of the café and ignore the people snaking out onto the footpath.
All business-like, I scan the front of the café. The sign is pretty ordinary and could do with a make over. It’s my nature to critically study a business.
“Hey,” someone grumbles from the queue of people, but I ignore them. Instead, I examine the window display. Tasteful, but lacking in something a little different.
Most cafes have the ‘wilted flower look,’ as I call it. Most of them are so yesteryear. True to form, this one needs a make-over.
With a deep breath, I push past several people to get in through the front door. It is only now that I pay real attention to the number of potential customers lining up for Leila’s product.
I scratch my chin. She’s obviously onto something.
“Hey, dude, the line’s back here,” calls someone. I ignore them. I also ignore the other insults yelled at me.
When you’re in my line of work, you develop a thick skin and learn to ignore insults.
As I lay eyes on the man behind the cash register, I stop, horrified. Fuck, what just happened? Had I just stepped through a portal of some sort?
This dude looks like he belongs in a nightclub or something―not in a café, and specially not a café owned by Leila.
He’s covered in tats and body piercings, crowned by unkempt, yeti-like hair. crowned by one of those knitted multi colored beanies.
I decide he’s the first thing Leila will need to change about the place. If we were in business together, she’ll need people who look the part to work for her. This…this person does not look the part.
“Yes?”
To my surprise, his smile is rather disarming.
“I’m here to see Leila.” I keep my voice a little icy.
My manner does not put him off. I squint a little to make out the name of his name badge.
Chase. Is that even a real name?
“Sure, bro.” He finishes what he’s been doing and gives me his undivided attention. “She’s in the kitchen, baking. I’ll get her for you.”
I shake my head.
“No. That’s okay, Chase, thanks. I’ll find her myself.”
Chase nods and points, then he turns to the next customer.
I weave my way through tables and pick up snippets of conversation.
“These are divine,” says a young woman to her friend, who nods.
“You need to taste these scones,” mutters an older man from behind a menu. “I’m told they’re out of this world.”
I smile. That’s my Leila. She’s a goddess baking heavenly scones.
With my input, we will conquer the culinary world. I can’t wait.
As I reach the double doors leading to the kitchen, I take a moment to peer through the round glass window. From here, I can see Leila work away on a tray of scones.
I push the door open and walk toward her. She has her back to me and clearly does not hear or see me coming.
Her expression is fixed on the dough in front of her. Just like one of her pictures, she’s got a bit of white on her cheek. It could be flour or icing sugar, I won’t know until my tongue gets to explore the area and have a taste test.
Fuck, she’s hot.
My cock is throbbing and demanding for me to take some action.
I stay watching her. Butterfly-like, her fingers put the finishing touches onto a tray of scones. No doubt she’ll put them into the oven for baking shortly.
She’s bent over the workspace at the hip. Her breasts are just above the tray, and if I take a little step to the right, I might catch a glimpse at the space between her tits if she’s left an extra button undone on her blouse.
Anticipation is building inside my pants. I can only hope no one will walk in right now. I see her lick her own lips, the delicate pink tip of her tongue slide across her bottom lip, from one side to the other, before repeating the procedure on the top lip.
Fuck, she’s so hot. She’s got not fucking idea what effect her actions have on a guy.
Briefly, I think back to the fuck with her and Blake the other night. I have to suppress a groan as images of Leila naked flash through my mind.
“Hey, sexy,” I finally mange to say, and realize my own voice sounds a little hoarse.
She turns toward me, and I see surprise register on her face. It’s obvious she has no idea I’ve been watching her. Her innocence is such a fucking turn on; I have to suppress my overwhelming desire to fuck her right here, right now.
I toy with the notion of sex in the kitchen for the briefest of seconds. She seems busy. Perhaps another time.
“Hey, Seth.” She smiles, and I’m sure she’s pleased to see me.
“For you,” I give her the bouquet of roses I’ve been hiding behind my back.
She sucks in her breath and then claps her hands. Flour darts in every direction.
“They’re gorgeous.” She takes them from me and buries her nose in them.
“Not as gorgeous as you,” I counter and see her cheeks color a little.
Now my cock is threatening to bur
st through my pants. Time to act before my brain shuts down completely.
“Just wondering if you’re free for the rest of the day?”
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s intoxicating every part of me. I need to possess her, ram my cock into her pussy, and hear her scream for more.
My thoughts are tumbling over themselves.
“Pardon?” I think she replied to my question but my mind was elsewhere.
“I’m free,” she repeats. “Got any plans?”
Her grin is knowing and wicked.
“You bet,” I whisper and watch her put this batch into the oven and retrieve a finished batch.
“Follow me,” she says, and I do.
Chapter 18
Leila
I feel a little out of sorts sitting in Seth’s Aston Martin in a pair of jeans and an old sweater. Yet, I also sense that some of my discomfort is waning.
This bouquet of flowers—I’ve never seen anything like it. Not your normal roses, carnations, or tulips; these are rare and clearly handpicked. Seth has exquisite taste in flowers. And now, maybe, I’m one of them.
The sun was just starting to set when we left Beans & More. Now the sky is suddenly pitch black. We’re out of the city going to—well, I have no clue where we’re going. I consider asking but that would ruin the surprise. I’m sure that’s what this is—a surprise.
I stare at Seth as he drives. I keep thinking about my scones. I’ve truly hit the jackpot with them . Their success so far has surpassed my wildest dreams. I’m smiling…smiling like a child on Christmas day. Seth notices and flashes me his own smile.
“We’re almost there. In fact, it’s this turn up ahead,” he says. “Just beyond the trees.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“I think you’re going to love this place, Leila.”
“I’m sure I will.”
In the darkness, it’s hard to tell how big of a place this is. All I can tell is that it’s huge. I search my brain for the right word.
Is it a chateau? No. Manor? Yes, that’s it.
While I stare at the place from inside the car, tracing its lines with my eyes, Seth gets out, walks around to my side and opens the door.
“What a gentleman,” I say, smiling.
He bows. “I do try.”
