by Denise Avery
“That’s right,” Parker said, “I’m a son of a bitch, and you’re a cold, frigid, manipulative cunt. I’m so glad that you could make it here this afternoon. It’ll make the court proceedings a lot simpler, I’d imagine.”
“What are you talking about?” Cheryl cried, “What court pro—?”
“Oh... I forgot to mention. Well, this seems like a perfect time to bring it up,” Parker said gleefully, “I don’t love you Cheryl, and I haven’t for years. I’m divorcing your winkled, skinny sad sack of a person. Hope there isn’t any hard feelings.”
Cheryl stood silently in the doorway, her eyes darting back and forth between Parker and Claire. “This is your fault, isn’t it?” Cheryl demanded, staring hard at Claire, “You threw yourself at him, didn’t you? You filthy little—”
“Actually,” Claire interrupted the woman’s rant, “I didn’t have to. He was willing enough to throw me down instead. We love each other, you evil bitch, and I’m going to make him happier than you could have in a million years. Oh, and also Cheryl? I don’t want to work at your ridiculous shop anymore. I quit. Now... If you don’t mind, I was just about to have my pussy pummeled by your soon-to-be-ex-husband, and I’d like to get into it as soon as possible. You’re more than welcome to stick around and see how a real woman makes love, but it would probably just make you all weepy and pathetic, so if you can get a move on, I know that we’d both really appreciate it. Make sure not to let the door hit you on the way out! You probably bruise easily, don’t you, you skinny bitch?”
The color had drained from Cheryl’s face, and she backed away from the door, aghast. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” she said, glaring at Parker.
“You can afford a lawyer from the earnings of your ridiculous gift shop?” Parker teased. That was the last straw for Cheryl. She slammed the door and raced down the stairs. Claire and Parker could hear shattering glass and banging doors as she went. She was undoubtedly destroying everything in her path, but it didn’t matter. They were finally alone together, amazed at the unfolding of the last few minutes.
“You had that planned the whole time, didn’t you?” Claire asked, amazed.
“That depends,” Parker said, “Did you mean what you said?”
“Which part?”
“The part about loving me... About making me happy... Does that mean you want to stay with me?”
“Parker, of course I do! It’s all I want in the world!”
“You’ll have to leave your own life behind.”
“My old life was shit.”
“What about your boyfriend?”
“Who? He doesn’t matter. I have to deal with my apartment...”
“I’ll take care of everything. From here on out, Claire, you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m going to take care of your forever. You’ll never want for leisure, or money, or support with your art, or my love. You just have to promise me one thing.”
“What’s that, Parker?”
“You have to promise that you will be mine, one hundred percent. No more fooling around, no more playing the field or experimenting, unless of course we do it together. I want to share my life with you, and my bed... And kitchen table... And stairs... you get the idea. I want you to be all mine Claire. Promise that you will be and I promise you the world.”
“I promise, Parker. Now may I ask something?”
“Anything...”
“Is that your hard cock against my thigh? And if so, why isn’t it already inside of me?”
“My mistake...” Parker smiled. His dick was rock hard against Claire’s naked skin. “You just got me so excited, telling off that bitch the way that you did. You really are one of a kind, Claire.”
“Enough with the lovey-dovey talk,” Claire said, wrapping her hands around the pulsating enormity of Parker’s cock, “I want you to tear me apart like you meant it.”
He happily obliged, forcing her hard into the bed and hastily redoing her restraints. She struggled truly, wanting to give him a run for his money, and he pushed her face firmly into the silky sheets as he finished binding her up.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, loving the hard dig of his fingers into the skin of her face.
“No,” he responded fiercely, “You haven’t earned it yet.”
“How can I earn it?” she moaned.
Parker crawled around her prone, trembling body, spreading his thick thighs over her face. His dick hung down like forbidden fruit above her mouth, and she reached up to take a mouthful. He was holding himself just out of her reach, tantalizing them both. “You be a good girl,” he said, “And choke me down.”
He didn’t need to tell her twice. Claire hungrily accepted the tip of his gigantic cock into her full-lipped mouth. She ran her tongue along the tender glans, circling the head of his dick with tender care, knowing that she was easing toward the edge with every flick of her tongue. She wished that she could take his entire package into her mouth at once, but it was too big for her to get a grasp on. She had to take her time with it. Slowly, she let the tip of her tongue travel down the length of his shaft. Parker lowered his mouth to her thighs and gave her tender skin an earnest bite. She gasped, hoping that he had drawn blood. She loved to see the tiniest bit of blood from his love bites.
Her lips found their way to his balls and wrapped first one up and then the other. The wiry hair that coated his manhood tickled her lips, and she began to drown the enormous task that was doling attention onto the vast expanse of his package. She knew that the quickest way to Parker’s heart was through his dick, so she sucked it hungrily into her mouth, taking as much of him into her as she could. As she slurped at his shaft, his tongue found its way to the outermost lips of her pussy, working inward.
She let out of a cry of delight, and he dug his fingers into her thighs as if to demand that she keep moving. She did, indeed, sliding her eager tongue along the tender underside of his cock as his tongue roved into the recesses of her cunt, landing finally on her engorged clit. She moaned, nearly choking on his ever-expanding cock, and the distinct taste of pre-cum seared her tongue. She began to lick in earnest, sucking him down ever further into her mouth. His tongue worked against her clit in a fury. Together, they licked and sucked themselves toward the cliff that was orgasm. Parker gave her clit a savage tongue lashing and thrust his mighty fingers into her wet pussy, sending her toppling over the edge with an ecstatic scream.
Her open, crying mouth was instantly filled the warm, sticky seed of her lover. Parker came into her mouth, across her face, onto her chest. She was drenched in his cum, licking it off her lips, feeling it roll off her face in epic bursts. She was covered in him, and he was licking her cum-soaked pussy until it throbbed with the feel of his tongue.
Parker collapsed beside Claire, gasping for breath. She turned her cum-covered face toward him smiling. She tugged at her ropes.
“Let me out?” she asked.
“Oh, no,” Parker smiled, “I just divorced my wife for you. You definitely haven’t earned your freedom yet. I’ll tell you what you can do, though...”
Claire smiled back at him, ready to do whatever he pleased. She was his now, forever. It was just what she had always wanted.
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Chapter 5
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“But... I don’t understand,” Tommy whined, standing in the doorway of the bedroom that he and Claire had, until recently, shared. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m not doing anything to you,” Claire replied, shoving her wardrobe into a gigantic black suitcase, “What I’m doing has absolutely nothing to do with you, Tommy. For once in my life, I’m acting for myself, without any regard for ridiculous hangers-on like you.”
“Jesus. Way to be selfish, Claire.”
“Selfish? That’s pretty rich coming from a guy who has never once tended to female orgasm in his pathetic two and half years of fucking.”
“What are you talking about? I got you off plenty of times.�
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“For an actor, Tommy, you sure aren’t very good at picking up when someone’s putting on a show for you.”
“First of all,” Tommy said, wagging his finger at his soon-to-be-officially-ex-girlfriend, “I’m not an actor. I do improv. It’s much harder.”
“Right.”
“And second of all...”
“You don’t have a second point, do you Tommy?”
“No, not really.”
“Well,” Claire said, zipping up her luggage, “Why don’t you just improvise?!”
“Claire,” Tommy pleaded, dropping to his knees in front of her, “Please don’t leave me. I need you here. What the hell am I going to do without you? You’re like... my rock. You know? We got each other through college, watched each other become adults. I mean, you pay most of the rent—”
“Is that why you want me stay? Because of the rent?” Claire screamed. Tommy looked at her guilty, which was an answer in and of itself. Claire, slowly simmering to a boil at Tommy’s indecency, took a deep breath and smiled down at the little boy she had once considered worthy of her time. His stupid skater hairdo and ratty sweatshirt were laughable to her now that she knew what a real man was like.
Claire had been carrying on with an older man that she’d met a little over a month before on the subway. He had chased away some pervert who was trying to score a feel of her and, simultaneously, stole Claire’s heart. Things became more complicated when Claire realized that her savior was actually her boss’s husband, but even though she did her best to stay away, he’d had other ideas.
The man, Parker, had begun inviting Claire to his townhouse office on the upper east side. What she hadn’t known when she headed up there for the first time was that the office was no office at all but a sex den. Parker had told her, once their saga had begun to play out, that he had purchased the place simply so that he would have somewhere to bring her when he wanted to tie her up and fuck her silly. She’d felt appropriately honored at the gesture.
Tommy still didn’t know the details of Claire’s exodus. She didn’t have the energy to wade through the wreckage of his plummeting self-esteem. She just wanted to make her exit and forget that she had wasted so much time with this loser. The loser, for his part, was not making it easy for her to get out. She stared disdainfully down at Tommy, who had planted his body firmly in her path. Parker was waiting out in the town car, and was probably getting impatient.
“Just tell me why you’re leaving, Claire, and I promise to leave you alone?”
“I...” Claire started, not knowing what to tell the chap, “It’s just that I... Uh... Am a lesbian now?”
“Bullshit.”
“Yeah...” Claire admitted. True, she had enjoyed some love play with her best friend Savannah of late. The more experienced girl had let Claire enjoy the wonders of licking and sucking a pretty girl to orgasm, and that had been a fantastic experience for them both. Claire felt more confident in experimenting sexually and pursuing Parker while Savannah got the benefit of Claire’s natural talents. It was definitely what you’d call a win-win situation, but it was true that she didn’t feel any romantic sentiments for Savannah. They were still best friends, to be sure, but Claire didn’t want to be in a relationship with a girl that went beyond casual lovemaking.
This was not the case when it came to Parker, with whom she wanted a lasting, trusting relationship. It may have seemed a bit odd from the outside, the fact that she trusted him so implicitly even though their lovemaking was pretty intensely rooted in the realm of dominant and submissive play. But still, she didn’t care what their relationship looked like to the world, all she cared about was her man. Parker had changed the way that she saw the entire scope of her life, and she loved him for it. She wanted them to be together for the long run.
This was made easier by the fact that Parker had recently opted to divorce his wife, and Claire’s former boss, Cheryl. He’d taken some dramatic steps to make sure that Cheryl knew he was serious. In fact, he’d orchestrated Cheryl’s walking in on Parker and Claire locked into some extreme love-making just so there would be no ifs ands or buts about it later. The technique seemed to have worked, as neither Claire nor Parker had heard anything but radio silence from Cheryl. Her lawyer had been in touch, naturally, but even the outrageous alimony she was requesting didn’t put a dent in the billions Parker had accrued. Cheryl was decidedly out the picture, and Claire wished desperately that Tommy would join her there. But it didn’t look like she was going to get off that easy this time.
“Just give me one good reason that I should let you walk out this door,” Tommy said, scrambling to stand between Claire and her exit.
Just as Claire was parting her lips to reply, the front door slammed open, knocking Tommy away from his post. They both looked up, shocked, and Claire was amazed to see Parker standing in the doorway. He brushed off the sleeve of his Italian suit jacket and grimaced at the dim, filthy apartment.
“I thought I told you to get a dead bolt?” Parker chided Claire.
“Must have slipped my mind,” Claire said softly.
“Are you ready to go?” Parker asked, reaching for her suitcase. As his hand closed around the handle, Tommy peeked around the front door, confused.
“Who the hell are you?” Tommy cried, “Claire, is your Dad helping you move out or something? We’re not even done talking about all of this?”
“Is this your boyfriend?” Parker asked, disgustedly.
“Unfortunately,” Claire grumbled, glaring at the scrappy mess she had dated for far too long.
“I see,” Parker said, looking Tommy up and down.
“Claire and I were just working through some things,” Tommy said, doing his best to draw himself up opposite Parker. It was a futile endeavor. Parker’s built-up, firm physique towered over Tommy’s scrawny frame, the older man’s razor of a jaw line made the boy’s look like play-doh. Claire had to hold back her laughter at the sight. Poor Tommy didn’t stand a chance against so fine a specimen as Parker.
“Tell you what,” Parker said, “We’re going to get a move on before we hit rush hour. Places to go, people to see, and all that. You’re going to wallow here alone and think about how you could have been better to Claire. Not that you ever could have been good enough for her, but it’ll be a valuable exercise for the next little girl that you date. Or boy. Whatever you like.”
“Listen,” Tommy said, his soft jaw beginning to quiver, “I don’t care if you are her father, I don’t appreciate being talked to that way.”
“Father?” Parker said with a laugh, “Oh, no, son. I’m not her father. We’re fucking.”
The color ran out of Tommy’s face. The boy looked quickly back and forth between the lovers. Claire almost felt bad for the kid. Almost.
“You mean you were cheating on me?” Tommy cried, “With someone old enough to be your dad?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Claire shot back, “He’s hardly old enough to be my uncle.”
“Thanks, darling,” Parker smiled.
“Anytime, sweets,” Claire said, “And besides, Tommy. You’ve treated me like shit since we first got together. Why should I give a shit about your feelings now?”
“I treated you like royalty,” Tommy pouted, looking like he was going to cry.
“The kind of royalty that scrubs the floor and does the dishes, maybe,” Claire laughed, “but not the kind of royalty that anyone wants to be.”
“This is such bullshit!” Tommy yelled, hitting his fist weakly against the wall of the apartment. “You can’t leave me saddled with this! How am I supposed to pay for this place myself? There isn’t much money in freelancing!”
“You know,” Parker said, “I was going to offer to buy Claire out of the lease and let you squat here because I felt bad about stealing her away from you. But you’re such an obnoxious little punk that I’ve changed my mind. You can figure it out on your own, sport. Consider it a lesson in adulthood.”
Tommy stared dumb
ly at Parker as the older man grabbed Claire’s suitcase and began rolling it toward the elevator. Without a second glance back at the boy she had once fancied herself in love with or the apartment she had slowly lost hope in, Claire darted after her knight in shining Italian armor. Like a fairy tale princess fleeing the evil castle, Claire was getting out of this rat trap forever. She was off to a new kingdom filled with copious amounts of passionate sex, all the best fineries in the world, and maybe even a dungeon for... god only knows.
Claire threw herself into the passenger seat of Parker’s town car, smiling broadly. Parker started the engine and, just like that, they were headed out of Brooklyn for good. Claire leaned back in her seat, content, and let her hand wander over the Parker’s lap. She began to stroke his member through the expensive material of his trousers. He smiled over at her, shaking his head.
“Are you giving me a thank you hand job?” he asked incredulously.
“Do you want me to stop?” Claire asked innocently, moving her hand along his quickly swelling dick.
“Just don’t start anything you don’t intend to finish,” Parker warned. Claire read his message loud and clear. And Parker guided the car through the quiet side streets of her Brooklyn neighborhood, Claire undid his pants and slid her hand around his massive, hard cock. She loved and lived for the first moment of contact between their skin, and she groaned a little as her fingers wrapped themselves around his mighty manhood. She worked his dick, moving first one hand then two up and down the impressive length of him, working herself into a tizzy. Parker kept his eyes on the road with little difficulty, allowing his lashes to flutter only once when Claire applied some good solid pressure to his sensitive organ.
Smiling, Claire rolled over onto her knees in the passenger seat. She was not a small girl, and she had to jiggle herself around in order to get situated. Parker moaned at the sight of her gigantic breasts knocking around in the front of her sweater. She laughed and lowered her head out of the sight of passing cars. She took a moment to be amazed at this new creature that she had become. Old Claire would never have given a blow job in a moving car, but new Claire was salivating at the thought. Tucking her ash blonde hair behind her ears, Claire drew Parker’s cock out of its material prison. She stared at the thick, pulsing member in appreciation. She sure was a lucky girl.
