Client No. 6: A Dial-A-Date Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The slammer? Maximum lock-down for that bitch? Sad to say, but the thought made joy course through my veins after all the woman had put us through.

  “That’s right,” murmured Nick into my ear. “I have half a mind to take the case to the DA. You know he’s an old friend of mine,” he smiled against the sensitive skin of my neck.

  And I sighed languorously then, the tension seeping out of my body, winding my arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to mine for a deep kiss.

  “I think, Mr. Martin, that I get it now,” I breathed against his skin, my tongue lazily playing against his mouth, tracing sensitive circles, making the big man catch his breath, his cock harden even further against me. “I get it. You’re a powerful man, you’ll always be the target of scheming tramps, and I need to at least give you a chance to explain because there might be an answer.”

  A big finger traced my cheek as he looked deeply into my eyes.

  “And I know now,” he replied, his voice a low growl in his throat, “that my little hellcat is a woman who needs attention, who needs to be petted and stroked daily, told that she’s beautiful and wanted. Because my little hellcat’s got a temper and at the least provocation she’s liable to fly off the handle and scream … although I loved every second of it,” he added, his eyes flashing, his big body ready to take, that cock jutting ever more insistently against my softness.

  “Because I was screaming for you,” I purred, writhing a little, teasing him with the friction. “This little hellcat was screaming to have you inside me, with me, always.”

  The big man chuckled.

  “I aim to please,” he growled before diving into my body, making me moan, tremble, and shiver on top of him, taking what was his all over again. Because against the most incredible backdrop of events, the wicked virgin had prevailed against the Wicked Witch, and I was never letting go of Nick. He was my everything, my sun, my moon, my stars … and I was his as well.

  EPILOGUE

  Nick

  The brunette moaned languorously, nude on her hands and knees, poised on the bed, ass in the air.

  “Slow,” I murmured against the sensitive skin of her thigh. “Slow.”

  And instinctively, Tammy gripped a butt cheek in her hand and pulled it up, baring her hole, giving me a better view. Because we were playing with anal beads today, five plastic orbs strung together in a line, the little globes delicious when inserted and even better when pulled out.

  And I was removing them at the moment, watching avidly as my beautiful girl moaned, writhed, twisted, as I gently increased the tug, watching as a ball popped out of her anus, then another, then another, the toy sticky from lube, her back chamber gripping each one tightly as if reluctant to let go. It was a disgusting sight and I loved every second of it, loved what Tammy let me do to her, what we did together.

  And after the last ball was out, Tammy collapsed on the bed with a moan, her ass still twitching, her anus winking and flirting at me, as if still begging to play. So I riffled through my pants pocket and pulled something out, ready to please as always.

  “What is it?” my best girl asked, so blown away from that she didn’t even lift her head from the sheets, the tension still tight in her little cunt, perspiration gleaming on her haunches. I wanted to devour the brunette then, run my length deep into that beautiful snatch, make her cream and cum like never before, but I had a special surprise today.

  Popping open the velvet box, I pulled it open to reveal a huge diamond ring. Because we’ve been together for a year now, the wicked little girl and I, and there’s no one more right for me than the curvy brunette. Tammy gets what I need in bed, how I need it, and joins me in the depraved acts, doing all sorts of nasty.

  And we fit in more ways than one. Her vivacious, temperamental nature is a good match for my arrogant, domineering one because Tammy’s not intimidated and never has been. Sure, she started as a lowly marketing associate who was banging the CEO, but the girl was never afraid of me, always understood that we were two people, two human beings. Or more specifically, two people loving, fighting, doing everything together … especially, and including, fucking in bed, on the couch, on the floor, wherever there was a surface.

  And the realization made me determined to keep her with me, forever, bind her to me with everything I could get my hands on.

  “Baby,” I growled, “I have something special for you.”

  And Tammy’s eyes flicked open languorously, that caramel warm enough to drown in.

  “What is it?” she asked. “Is it that new toy we were talking about, the Extender?”

  And I laughed. Trust the girl to think immediately of a sex toy, her dirty mind going in the right direction.

  “No honey, I bought something else to put in your butt, you’re gonna love it,” I rumbled deeply in my chest, holding the ring out.

  And the brunette turned to glance over her shoulder then, her eyes widening, mouth opening in shock when she saw what it was. Her chin began to tremble and eyes to tear.

  “Is that … is that what I think it is?” she breathed, her gaze riveted on the diamond sparkler, the gleaming facets throwing light all over the room, blinding in its dazzle.

  “It is,” I said roughly, leaning forward for a moment to kiss her, my heart in my throat. “Will you?” I asked simply.

  And the brunette kissed me back, drawing me close for a deep, meaningful liplock, one that spelled everything she felt for me, what I meant to her, what we could be together.

  “I will,” she breathed finally, and I chuckled once again, my heart beating quickly, my dick immediately rock solid. But first things first.

  “I’m glad,” I growled, “because I want to break this baby in, and it’s not going on your ring finger just yet.”

  And the girl read my mind, knew exactly what I wanted. Rising to her knees again, her face pressed into the pillow, Tammy reached both hands back to part herself, hold her ass cheeks open, baring her pussy and anus fully, both holes available, dripping and ready for penetration.

  “Like this?” she said coyly, smiling at me from over her shoulder. “Put it in me?”

  And I was only too happy to oblige. The diamond was christened that night in both Tammy’s pussy and ass, tasty, delicious and titillating, before finally finding its way into its rightful place on her finger.

  THE END

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  A Teacher Student Romance

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  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Evie needs some discipline and Mr. Phillips is just the man to teach her a lesson.

  When Mr. Phillips asked me to stay after class one day, it was no big deal. After all, he was my Biology teacher, smart, interesting and with a great body to boot. But after everyone left, things started getting interesting …

  Because Mr. Phillips drew all the shades.

  Locked the classroom door.

  And ordered me to kneel.

  And when he pulled out a cucumber, I gasped …

  Because the only thing I could say was, “Teacher, YES!”

  Note: Teaser got your panties in a scrunch? Then get ready to be blown away by this sexy, smutty tale about a virgin and her alpha male tearing it up when they shouldn’t be! Guaranteed HEA.

  DEDICATION

  To those who adore fruits and veggies …

  Here’s to experimentation!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Evie

  I clutched my books to my chest, walking down the hallway self-consciously. My girls are so huge,
big Double Ds, that sometimes I’m embarrassed if I don’t cover them somehow. So often I hug my books to me tightly, like a shield against … what, I’m not sure.

  Because I’m a curvy brunette with a couple extra pounds. Okay, you got me, it’s more than a couple extra pounds. I’m generously proportioned, with big boobs, wide, swaying hips, and an ass that you could serve a meal on. I can’t help it. Just last year, I’d been normal, even skinny, but overnight my new figure popped out and I’m still not used to the Jessica Rabbit proportions.

  Take last week for example. I’d wandered down the hall past some meathead jocks, guys from the football team and usually it’s no big deal. I’m used to being an invisible girl and probably half the kids at school wouldn’t be able to pick me out from a crowd. Except it was different this time. As I skulked by, chin down, anonymous in jeans and a sweater, the guys began nudging each other, whispering before one finally spoke.

  “Nice rack,” grunted Chip Wilsey. “Hubba hubba, baby girl.”

  And I’d colored, picking up the pace so that I was practically speedwalking before rounding the corner and coming to a stop, taking a deep breath. It felt so strange. I could still feel the male eyes on my ass, my back, my thighs, my boobs, and I thought it’d be bad, but instead it just felt … different. Like tingly, shivery, shaky different. Kind of exciting if I was honest about it, it was nice to have guys appreciate my assets, especially after years where I was nothing but a shadow. So I flushed, bit my lip, and moved on, savoring the experience, storing the memory for long nights alone in my bed.

  But even my new-found figure couldn’t get me a date for Homecoming. Oh no, I was going stag, there was no one waiting at the door with a corsage and a cheesy smile. So I’d resigned myself to getting ready with my friend Mindy as she waited for her boyfriend Homer to pick her up. Homer was okay. He and Mindy had been “dating” since fifth grade and he was a gamer type – his latest thing being Pokemon Go! which I thought was a little juvenile for high school, but I guess Mindy didn’t mind.

  “Oh my god I’m so excited, Homer said he was going to get me a corsage!” she babbled. “I told him purple since my dress is purple.”

  I laughed a little because Mindy was so ridiculous. It wasn’t just her dress that was purple. She had purple eyeshadow, purple shoes, and a purple necklace in addition to her purple dress, making her into the Incredible Purple Walking Girl if you asked me. But I bit down on my laugh and smiled encouragingly.

  “You look great,” I said, “Homer’s going to love it.”

  A little white lie never killed anyone, and Mindy just ate it up.

  “I know, look,” she said. And she pulled her dress up for just an instant, flashing her undies, which of course were an eye-searing shade of violet.

  “Oh my god,” I said, stifling giggles. “Those looked really fancy, where’d you get them?”

  “Coeur de L’Amour,” she replied smugly, referring to a fancy French boutique in our neighborhood which sold all sorts of racy and lacy underthings. “Went in there after school and picked up some stuff, hope I’ll be able to use it tonight,” she said wickedly.

  And internally I was grossed out because Homer had a raging case of teen acne, I wouldn’t be able to get up close and personal with the gangly boy even if you paid me. But more power to Mindy if that’s what she wanted, different strokes for different folks after all.

  “I’m sure he’ll love it,” I said reassuringly. “What guy wouldn’t? You look amazing.”

  “Really? Thanks Eves, you’re a doll,” she said, staring in the mirror at herself critically before deciding to go in for another coat of blush. “What about you?” she asked, never taking her eyes off her reflection. “What are your plans?” My best friend sucked in her cheeks so she looked like a fish before carefully applying the additional make-up.

  I colored.

  “Well, after you leave with Homer, I was going to drive myself to the dance,” I mumbled.

  “What?” murmured Mindy absentmindedly. Now she was reapplying lip gloss, in the color purple of course.

  “I said I was going to go by myself,” I said loudly this time. “It’s no big deal, I can handle it.”

  And that got her attention.

  “Of course,” said my friend with a pitying smile. “It’ll be fine. Tons of people are going stag, you just have to find the right crowd and it’ll be a ball. Look for me in the auditorium when you get there, you can always hang out with me and Homer.”

  And I smiled gratefully except I knew she was just being kind. Mindy wanted to get down and dirty with her boyfriend tonight and me as a third wheel wasn’t exactly part of the plan. I’d just be an unwanted distraction and ruin everything. So I hemmed and hawed until she left, before doing something wicked to make myself feel better.

  I know, I hardly give the impression that I’m naughty. Really, I’m a good girl who goes to class and does her homework, not the type of person you’d pick out for some dirty no-no. Except I was dreading the dance so much that I’d settled on a little something to help me through the night.

  So I rolled the kumquat around with my fingers after Mindy left, feeling the smooth, olive-sized orb, the skin an almost fluorescent shade of orange. Oh my god, said the voice in my head. Are you really going to be that dirty girl?

  But I nodded resolutely. I’d picked the kumquat from the tree outside the Biology classroom, and it was my little savior. This dance was going to be no fun and I needed a filthy secret, a little something to keep me going. So I pulled down my panties, edging the lace over my hips and squatted a bit, opening up my pussy. Taking the little fruit in hand, I slipped it over my pussy lips, warming it up, letting the smooth orb massage my private place, stirring it around my clit a bit. And fortunately I was already wet, my cunny’s generous with the cream.

  So I took a deep breath and squatted a little more, bending at the knees. Gripping the fruit between two fingers, I slowly pushed it into my hole. It felt so good. I’m a virgin so I’m really tight, but the kumquat was small and I was able to slide it in without much effort so that the orange globe was poised at the entrance of my pussy.

  Bending over, I looked down. Oh yeah, that was fucking unreal, the bit of orange peeping out between my naked pussy lips. To make sure it’d stay in through the dancing, I pushed it in a bit further so that my labia closed around the fruit comfortably, the perfect pink prison, pristine and precious. Nothing looked out of place.

  And straightening, I smiled a secret smile and wiggled my ass a little. The orb inside rolled sensuously, making me gasp involuntarily, shivers running from my cunt, spreading through my lower pelvic area. Oh fuck, was I really ready to get down with this little toy in my cunny? Feel the internal massage as I boogied at Homecoming?

  And smiling that wicked smile again, I shook my hips once more for effect. Oh god, that was good, and I could hardly keep from moaning aloud, my eyes falling closed as the toy rolled within my internal channel, massaging my wet cunt. Oh fuck, it was good. This was going to be the best school dance ever.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Stone

  I rounded the corner, coming to a deserted hallway. Looking around to make sure I was alone, I shook a cigarette out of the pack and furtively lit up, taking a deep, satisfying drag, making sure to exhale out an open window.

  Fuck, it fucking sucked being here on a Saturday night. All teachers at Spencer Prep are expected to put in some “service” in addition to our teaching duties and mine was chaperoning this fucking teenage dance. I could hear the thump of music from the auditorium, the beat muffled as a rap song came on, some dude chanting about “everywhere I go, I see the same old ho.” What a winner of a song.

  Come to think of it, it was kinda catchy and the tune was good even if the lyrics were ridiculous. The squeals of various girls rang out as they twisted against their teenage boyfriends, gyrating and humping on the dance floor. I shrugged. Hey, this was a high school function, a safe place to grind in front of the eyes of g
uidance counselors, teachers, and our vice principal. Besides, I just wanted some peace for my nicotine fix, the kids could get nasty all they wanted.

  Strolling quietly, I wandered further down the hall into a dimly lit area and gazed moodily out a window. Spencer Prep is a fancy high school in Manhattan, a place where parents pay forty thousand dollars to send their kids to take classes like Modern European Civilizations, AP Geometry and Conversational Mandarin. I was just a plain old Biology teacher. Nope, not even AP, just regular. How I got hired, I have no idea except that there are some kids here who definitely need a steady hand. These kids are left alone way too much, with far too many resources at their fingertips and not a single adult on the horizon.

  But I shrugged. My wandering foot was itching and I’d probably only be at Spencer another year or so before looking into something different. Maybe biotech. It’s a burgeoning field and I knew I had exactly what it took, what with DNA sequencing and GMO foods in the spotlight. It’d be a long shot since I’d have to transition from the classroom to a corporate gig, but this was as good a time as many to make the change. Besides, I had some personal projects on the side to manage anyhow.

  So lost in my thoughts, I took another drag and wandered deeper into the shadows. The lights were dim in the corridor, my footsteps the only sound in the deserted hallway. Except I heard it then. A small scuffle and then a squeak. What the hell? Was there a mouse somewhere in these hallowed halls? A family of mice?

  And then it came again. Another squeak, this time louder, accompanied by a wet popping sound. WTF was going on? Were there kids making out on the sly? Honestly, I wasn’t interested in catching them, they could sex it up for all I cared, but at the same time I was curious. Who could it be?