She didn’t want her two most cherished treasures to leave, but she knew it was time for them to move away and begin their own independent lives. Part of her wanted to start again with a new pair of babies and a husband. But that was just a fantasy, a dream she wished for when she was lying all alone in her bed at night.
For now, she was a relatively young woman, soon to be free of the responsibilities of motherhood for the first time in her memory. For now, she was free to give herself over to satisfying her more carnal urges.
Janette dropped her ass down low on the hood of the hot rod and worked her dance moves hard for her screaming fans. She craved the adoration of the hundreds of drooling male spectators that attended the car show each week. And she felt most powerful and adored when her fans got an up close look at her assets while she worked her curves expertly like the boss she and everyone in the arena knew she was.
Without warning, her cell phone vibrated. “Hot Damn!” She screamed as the vibrations of her tiny emergency cell phone pulsed raw and quick against her already damp clit. “Damn!” She cried out again as the phone’s powerful vibrations sent electric bolts of pleasure shooting up into her slick sex, forcing it to quiver and contract in ecstasy.
“Hot Damn!” Trina mimicked Janette’s intensity as she danced her way over to her younger sister who by now had slid off the hot rod’s hood and was down on her hands and knees, on the cold cement arena floor, panting.
“Damnnn…” Janette groaned then winced as the strength of her climax dropped her down to her belly, and her arms and legs flailed while she humped the arena floor indecently in front of the crowd of hundreds of cheering and hollering men.
“You know your pussy has a hair trigger,” Trina bent down and growled into Janette’s ear. “Why do you always jam your phone right up against your clit?” She complained as she straddled her dance partner’s quivering, bucking body and changed their routine in an instant.
Trina improvised effortlessly, dropping her thick, creamy Italian ass down low and gyrating her hips while she twerked seductively above her downed sister.
“You know we’re practically naked in these dance bikinis,” Janette growled back at her sister with equal ferocity. “There’s nowhere else to put the damned cell. You know I have to keep my phone on me in case my babysitter calls with an emergency.” Janette answered as she slid out from underneath Trina and gave herself over to ass-bumping her way through the finale of their dance routine.
“Twerk it out mamas! Trina’s got the tits, and you’ve got the ass, Janette!” One of her most devoted and vocal fans was getting extra rowdy, and she knew it was time to put him in his place. “Just say the word and I’ll run up there and give you what you’re begging for J-J!” The pale, muscular, sandy-haired businessman screamed even louder in an obvious attempt to capture her attention.
“Tempting offer Antony! But it's a shame you got all the balls while your brother Bradley got all the cock. Do everyone here a favor and keep your dick in your pants!” Janette shouted, gifting him a dose of the humiliation she knew he craved.
She shook her tits, and her entire body ached. Dancing was back-breaking, muscle-straining work. And in a weak moment, she considered swooping down and snatching up poor Antony.
He wasn’t really her type, too preppy and stiff, but he would do in a pinch. She licked her lips, and her nipples hardened and peaked with anticipation as she thought of dragging him to the privacy of her tiny sex pad apartment on one of the residence floors of the Rockland Music Resort.
She’d steal him away to the secret oasis she kept for when she wanted to pretend she wasn’t a businesswoman and mother. She’d use his body to pleasure hers in every way imaginable. She needed him – or a man like him to help her escape from the brutal responsibilities of life and to help her luxuriate in a few carefree hours of sexy sin.
An alpha male in the streets and a submissive between the sheets. That’s the way she’d always liked her men. And for years, powerful, handsome, wealthy men like Antony had given her exactly what she’d craved. Her lovers were always submissive and always eager to please her in every way she desired.
They craved catering to her every sinful need. And she craved using their strong, masculine bodies to fulfill her secret desires.
She’d always used them roughly. She’d smothered their faces in her fragrant juices while she’d ground her pussy down on their tongues. When she’d had her fill of the pleasure of humiliating them by making them gasp for air beneath the slick, juicy folds of her sex, she’d sit down hard on their cocks.
And from her dominant vantage point above them, she’d steal more pleasure by milking their long, thick dicks with her tightly gripping pussy’s walls as she came hot and wet on their convulsing cocks.
Whenever she found herself craving the comfort of manly love, she’d bury the instinct down deep and instead use her men’s expert skills at massaging out the kinks in her tired, sore muscles. They’d rub her back and her tired feet in the exact ways she’d instruct them to. Then afterward, she’d make them service her pussy over and over again with their tongues and dicks and whatever other body parts she’d craved the use of.
She gave them no love, only sex. Raw, hot, sinful sex. She kept them cumming all night, and it kept them cumming back for more of her rough, loveless sin time and time again.
Her pussy was desperate to control them, to own their bodies with hers. And she could own them all – any and every man she desired. She was a smoking hot spectacle of sexual prowess, and she knew it.
Her desperate pussy. The thought of her well-used pussy being desperate made Janette laugh and took some of the edge off the throbbing in her clit and the soreness in her feet as she and Trina finished their dance routine and sauntered off the packed car show floor to the sound of applause, cheers, and lewd catcalls.
“Ooooohhh…” Janette whimpered and her knees buckled, causing her to trip and nearly fall over her sturdy cherry red stiletto dance heels. She groaned and panted through another climax as her cell phone vibrated violently against her wet pussy lips and clit again.
“Keep walking,” Trina commanded as the two women strode off the car show floor and towards the ladies locker room.
“Oh, please, please,” Janette widened her eyes in surprise, shocked to hear the pleading sound of her own exasperated voice as she cried out, begging her quivering pussy to stop climaxing.
“If you embarrass me by falling and humping the ground again, I’m finished working with you as a dance partner.” Trina hissed and poked her little sister in the ribs to keep her upright and walking until they made it out of public view.
Janette stumbled into the locker room and flung herself up against the first row of cold steel lockers. With haste fueled by desperation, she reached down and fished the still ringing, wet and sticky cell phone out of her bikini bottoms.
The powerful musky fragrance of her sex invaded her nostrils, but she ignored it as she lifted the phone to her face and swiped its slick screen with her thumb to answer the call.
“Janette! Janette! Thank god, you finally answered your phone!” It was Heather, her regular modeling partner, Trina’s best friend and her regular babysitter on evenings like this. “Have you and Trina finished with your last dance set, yet?”
Heather never called her at work unless it was an emergency. Panic gripped Janette’s heart, and an icy shiver shot through her body. “Are my daughters alright?” She cried into the phone.
“Dana and Mariella are both fine,” Heather said in a reassuring and motherly tone. “I’m calling because I want to know if it’s all right with you if my ex-husband and his mother babysit your girls again tonight while us ladies enjoy a night on the town.
He’s willing to watch all of the kids for the rest of the night and make sure the teenagers stay out of trouble. Then he and his mother will drive them to school in the morning. He’ll keep my boys, Trina’s kids, Nancy’s kids, and your girls too if you want him to.”
“Hmm…” Heather hesitated. “I don’t know if this is better than one of your boy toy’s talented tongues—but Hale convinced Ian to gift us luxury box tickets to the Tagan’s Beatbox concert tonight!” Heather shouted out the news and then allowed her voice to burst into its trademark explosion of giggles. “And after the concert, we’re all meeting up with Ian for Fro-yo!”
“You love Tagan’s Beatbox, right?” She teased through her laughter. “I know for a fact you have a massive poster of the band on the bedroom wall of your secret apartment!”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Janette played coy before abandoning herself to the thrill of knowing she was about to see her favorite rockstar again.
“Yeah, sure,” Heather panted into the phone, controlling her giggles as she spoke. “Oh, my god, you won’t believe it. Hale didn’t want me to tell me this, but I dragged it out of him. Ian is searching for a wife!”
“A wife—”
“Wait, there’s more. Young Ian has had a crush on you for years, and now that he’s searching for a wife, he wants to audition you for the part. He told Hale that he loves MILFs, and said he’s ready to meet a mature lady who’s perfect for him.”
Thank you, thank you. Janette said a silent prayer before flinging her mouth open, and slapping one perfectly manicured hand against her chest, “A Tagan’s Beatbox concert and an evening with the cutie who has a crush on me! Count me in!”
If she hadn’t already been leaned up against the row of lockers, she was sure the power of her joy would have dropped her to the ground, harder and stronger than any orgasm ever could. She was finally going to have her shot at seducing the man she’d secretly adored for years.
In recent months, she seemed to bump into Ian everywhere she went. She saw him at least weekly in the hallway near her apartment at the Rockland Music resort and saw him practically every morning while enjoying her java at Rockland’s in-resort coffee house or while at Fro-yo, her favorite frozen yogurt parlor and delicatessen.
On several recent occasions, she’d even enjoyed the pleasure of his cocky laughter, and sweet self-assured jokes while they both waited for their hoagies at Fro-yo.
Janette didn’t need preppy Antony’s talented tongue tonight. All she needed was Ian.
She’d felt an instant attraction to the young man from the first day she’d seen him again at Fro-yo two years ago. He had transformed from a cute scrawny kid into a handsome and well-built eighteen-year-old man.
But at the time, she knew it wouldn’t have been right to seduce someone so young and innocent, someone, she’d babysat for when he was young, so she’d held back her desire for him and treated him just like any other friendly acquaintance.
Now that he was no longer jailbait, but instead, a powerful and successful man in his twenties who was searching for a woman, she was free to seduce him and make him her permanent and exclusive lover.
Now that he was a fully matured man, and obviously looking for a mature wife there was nothing to hold her back from claiming him as hers. She was determined to capture his heart and show him how much she adored and admired him. She would make him hers. She was certain of it.
“Thank your resourceful husband for me!” Janette confessed her gratitude into the phone. “Tell Hale thank you so much for hustling up the concert tickets and the opportunity for me to share an evening with Ian.”
Chapter 4
“Oh, yes, Ian Tagan is a great man,” Janette bobbed her head up and down while she reached her hand across the limo to pass the bubbly topped champagne flute to her sister Trina. “He created a charity specifically to help foster kids learn how to play musical instruments. His institute makes sure every child in the area who wants an instrument is gifted one as well as an instructor to help them learn to play like a rockstar.
“He, as well as his three older bandmates were all foster kids like you and Trina. Isn’t that correct?” Heather asked as she poured another glass of champagne and passed it to Janette, being careful not to spill any of the sticky fluid on her friend’s skin-tight black leather dress.
“Yes, he and his bandmates were foster brothers. But, eventually, they were all adopted by their famous mother, record producer Horna Tagan.”
“Mama Tagan and our foster mother Mama Blancetti were close friends before our mama passed. That’s how we first met the Tagan family.” Trina offered. “Janette was such a responsible and dependable teenager that Mama Tagan often hired her to babysit for all eight of her boys.”
Janette nodded in confirmation as she took the final champagne flute from Heather and passed it to her best friend Nancy, keeping the one already cradled in her hand for herself.
“Here’s to Janette marrying Ian Tagan!” Nancy cheered, as she lifted her glass up, interrupting the retelling of ancient history for Heather’s benefit.
“I’ll second that!” Trina added and clinked her tall bubbling flute against Nancy’s before taking a swig of pink champagne. “It’s a good thing the kid’s no longer jail bait. You naughty cradle robber you—”
“Says the woman who married a nineteen-year-old college student,” Heather added while blocking Trina from jabbing both her and Janette in the ribs. “It doesn’t matter how old Ian is. All that matters is Ian and Janette love each other and are a good match.”
“You two have every chance in the world of hitting it off and becoming a couple,” Nancy grabbed her best friend around the shoulders and gave her a needed hug. “You deserve the devotion of a good man. I hope you know that you’re worthy of commitment, marriage—and love.”
Janette blushed and hoped her dark skin would hide her embarrassment, saving her more attempted elbow jabbing from her big sister for daring to show her emotional vulnerability.
Screw it. She thought, fed up and finished with being pushed into a corner by her big sister and the world’s conflicting expectations of her. I’ve denied myself the yearnings of my heart for too long. I refuse to hold back my feelings any longer. I give myself permission to feel what I want to feel and love who I want to love.
“I can’t believe Ian’s searching for a wife, and that he’s attracted to MILFs. I’m a MILF. I’m perfect for him.” Janette said, repeating the inner thoughts of her heart out loud.
“I hate to break it to you, but you’re no MILF, you’re a baby,” Trina interjected.
“I may only be twenty-nine years old, but I’m a mother, and I’m fuckable. That makes me a MILF,” Janette said defending herself and her status.
“Word, girlfriend. Ian is going to love you. You’re an incredibly loving friend and mother, plus you’re an insightful and successful businesswoman. You have so much to offer a man like him. And if I say so myself, you’re also one scorching hot MILF!” Nancy raised her glass, and all four women drank to the impromptu toast.
“Nancy’s right,” Trina said clearing her throat. “Ian’s going to fall in love with you all over again the moment you two sit down for frozen yogurt,” Trina took another sip of champagne in honor of her younger sister. “If he doesn’t, he’s a damned fool—”
“It’s remarkable—” Heather interrupted, but Trina held up her hand to shush her best friend.
“I’ve watched you for years now enjoying the devotion of many men,” Trina kept her hand raised to prevent any of the other ladies from interrupting her.
“You use men’s bodies and make them pleasure you because you crave being in control. You think being a badass and a boss keeps you safe. But, what it keeps you is separate, separate – from love. You won’t allow anyone to love you, baby. But have no doubt, you deserve to be loved.
You deserve to be loved and cherished more than anyone else I know in this world, only you won’t allow yourself to grab hold of the love you’re due. If Ian declar
es his desire for you today, accept it. Don’t refuse love by making him your boy toy, or your submissive pet to use and abuse until you make up some excuse for why you don’t deserve the man, and you must discard him.
It’s natural for a woman to want to dominate a man in bed. It’s part of our biology. But being a truly powerful woman means controlling a man and using his body to win and keep his love. Don’t build up his heart and soul just to throw it away. Allow the man to love you. Allow Ian Tagan to be your loving husband and your man—if that’s what he wants to be.”
All four women sat in silence sipping their bubbly champagne for several minutes before Nancy spoke up.
“I know a series of painful events happened to you when you were young. Pain you didn’t deserve. But that pain has made you afraid—afraid of embracing your heart’s power to love.
And I think—no, I know it’s okay to live in your womanly power. It’s okay to have both fun and mastery over your man in the bedroom. And it’s more than okay—it’s good and right to allow yourself to feel and express your love for him whenever you’re together.
Some men enjoy being submissive and some women enjoy dominating them. In fact, some women even enjoy dominating more than one man at a time. But—sorry, I digress, that doesn’t apply here. What I mean to say is—for once, Trina is right. You would do well to open your heart to love. We both would—”
“This is an exciting night!” Heather interjected in an apparent attempt to try to lighten the mood in the car as the limousine approached its destination. “The man you love, Ian Tagan has a crush on you. And you might be getting married to the Rockstar soon! I know you’ve been dreaming about your wedding day since you were a little girl. But, what sort of wedding ceremony have you finally decided you want?”
“I want a grand ceremony. A regal celebration fit for a queen,” Janette gushed, allowing herself to dream the fantasies of her hopeful youth again. “Unlike you and Trina, I’ve never been married before. And I want to experience the romance and majesty of a fairytale wedding at least once in my life.”
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