by Sean Geist
Excerpt from The Things We Do For Lust, Book Three
The drive back from Sedona was long, but not as long as the drive up. Robin and I talked, we argued, we screamed and we cried. For most of the drive, we sat in silence. In the end, she asked for a few weeks to decide. I said yes.
The long drive through the desert, alone, refreshed me. My ultimatum to Robin was just one of the signs of my new found confidence. Right now I didn't really know or care about how she felt. I was sure that would come later. I knew I still loved her, but currently I had other desires to take care of.
I pulled into the Oasis parking lot around six in the evening. It was a Tuesday, and finding a spot among the dozen or so cars was easy, half those cars were parked away from the lounge in the employee zone.
I saw her as soon as I walked in, her red hair a beacon. Angie was behind the bar, pulling a pint of beer. She looked up and our eyes met. A smile appeared on her face. It felt good to know I could do that to a woman, I just hoped it wasn't just because I was a good customer, and a good tipper.
I looked around. The place was mostly quiet. There was a couple sitting in one of the booths along the side wall. They were oblivious to their surrounding, playing kissy face with each other, their drinks sat untouched. The only other customer in the place was a middle aged white dude in a worn blue business suit sitting at the end of the bar, it was his beer Angie was pouring.
I walked to the bar with measured steps. I had a purpose and I had to keep my composure to pull it off. The red-headed barkeep leaned across the bar and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Peter, it's great to see ya. You need a drink? Scotch right?”
I leaned closer “I can't stay long,” I said, my voice a whisper. “But there's something I've been wanting to do.”
Angie leaned closer still, joining my conspiracy. “What's that?” she asked under her breath.
“Do you trust me?”
She just stood up straight. The question caught her off-guard, part of the purpose. A puzzled expression formed on her face. “Uhm – I don't know how to answer that.”
“Yes or no,” I said.
The guy at the end of the bar looked our way. He looked like he wanted in on the secret, and I'm sure he would have loved knowing what was going on. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then thought better of it and took another sip of his beer.
“Like I said, there's something I've wanted to do, something I should have taken care of several weeks ago, but didn't.”
Angie squinted at me, raising one of her eyebrows. I had peaked her interest.
“What's that?” she asked.
“First, I need to know your answer. Do you trust me?”
She thought about it for a moment then said, “Okay, Peter. I guess I do trust you. You have seen me naked.”
“Can you step away from the bar for a few minutes?” I reached my hand out and uncurled my fingers, revealing the condom I had pulled from my pocket.
Angie's eyes grew wide and she smiled. “I'll get Rita to spell me.”
Rita turned out to be a waitress in the attached restaurant. She didn't have any tables so she agreed to babysit the bar while Angie took a break. She gave me a funny look as I followed Angie into the back. We walked down a dimly lit hall, doors to the restrooms on one side, boxes of beer bottles stacked on the other. At the end we came to a tee. Left was the kitchen, we went right, into the manager's office.
It was a small room, with a desk and filing cabinet on the far side of the door, a couch along the wall to the right, and more boxes of booze on the left.
Most of the other details of the room I missed since my attention was focused on the beautiful creature who stood before me. Her fiery locks were pulled back in a pony tail, her ample breasts looked constrained in the black button-down shirt she wore, despite the fact she had several buttons undone. The shirt and a pair of black jeans completed her uniform. She leaned back casually, her butt on the edge of the desk, the palms of her hands flat on top.
“So, what brought -”
“Shh.” I said, interrupting her. “No talking now. I'll explain later. Just do as I say.”
Spitting all that out was hard. I wasn't used to ordering women around, sexually. I did manage a few female assistants and secretaries at the clinic, but this was something different.
“Take off your pants,” I said, trying so hard not to snicker.
Angie looked pensive, as if she were trying to decide how far to let this go, how far she really trusted me. I guess my good nature and handsome face won her over, because she started to undo her belt without saying a word. I turned to lock the office door and when I turned around her jeans and undies were around her ankles and she was stepping out of them.
She was nude from the waist down. Her creamy white skin a lovely contrast to the black shirt that she started to unbutton.
I stopped her.
“No. No time,” I said.
I moved toward her, three or four steps and I was in front of her, nose to nose. I grabbed the back of her head with my right hand and pulled her face to mine, seizing her lips with my own. I kissed her hard and with a passion that caught me off guard. My tongue explored her willing mouth. The act of taking this beautiful woman thrilled me.
She tasted of bourbon and breath mints. An odd but intoxicating combination.
I glided my left hand down the front of Angie's shirt, my fingernails clicking along the buttons as I made my way down her torso to cup her bare mound. I could feel the soft downy texture of her pussy. With a finger I explored the folds of her labia, just starting to moisten with her arousal.
I continued my kiss as I massaged her opening, my thumb playing across her clit as I thrust my fingers in and out. I continued this until Angie began moaning into my mouth.
“Oh, Peter. That's -”
“Shush. No talking.”
When making love to Robin, I was always concerned about how she felt, what she wanted me to do, if I was doing it right or too hard or too soft. Tonight was about me. What I wanted. What I was willing to take.
I continued finger fucking Angie, sliding my index and middle finger into her pussy as deep as they would go, while rubbing her throbbing clit with my thumb. I could feel her orgasm approaching. First she started moaning, a soft sensual sigh that quickly built to an urgent cry for release. Her breathing quickened and soon I was feeling her muscles contract around my fingers. This was a powerful climax.
To avoid detection, I moved quickly. Just as she came I forced my mouth over hers again, to catch her shouts of pleasure, muffling their volume, but not their intensity.
I held Angie tight as she came. I ran my fingers across her check, leaving a trail of her juices to mingle with a few tears falling from her eyes. This was a first for me, bringing a woman to tears with my sexual skills.
“Peter, that was amazing,” Angie said. “Ouch!”
I had slapped her naked ass.
“I didn't tell you to speak.” I said. I wasn't finished with Angie. I just hoped she'd still respect me after tonight. I needed to know she was still cool with our game. There wasn't a lot of time and we never talked about any boundaries or safe words. I guess she was okay, as long as she kept obeying my commands.
I bent down and picked up her panties, blue and white cotton, very practical. I sniffed them, my nose filled with the heady aroma of musk.
“What a bouquet.” I said, again stifling a giggle. “We need to keep you quiet, while I take you. Put these in your mouth.”
Angie's eyes got big at my outrageous demand, and for a moment I thought she would call me out on it, but then she tentatively took her panties and bit down on them.
“Now, turn around and bend over.”
My lovely companion did as I asked, turning her back to me and bending over the desk. She pushed her hands against the cork-board on the wall, her fingers scrunching the vendor invoices and employee schedules tacked up there.
Her ass lo
oked so inviting. I smacked it again, eliciting another cry from Angie, this one muffled by her undies. He butt check reddened where my palm had hit it. I smacked the other side so it matched.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me. Her hands slipped off the wall and slammed on the desk, papers flying. While Angie stood there, bent over and vulnerable, I undid my shorts and dropped them around my ankles.
I spread Angie's ass open, just a bit and stepped into her, rubbing my throbbing cock through her folds, sliding through her wetness. I could hear her muffled moans.
“You have a wonderful butt, Angie,” I said. I rubbed the lubed up tip of my penis against her tight puckered ass. Her moans became louder and a bit frantic. I was afraid I had gone to far, teasing her. I really wasn't planning on taking her in the ass, so I pulled back.
“Don't worry dear, there'll be no ass-fucking tonight.” I heard a sigh. “Maybe next time,” I added, with an unseen smile.
I quickly pulled out the condom and rolled it on. My latex sheath fully in place, I shuffled forward a bit and thrust my cock into Angie's womb. I held still, enjoying the moment. She felt wonderfully tight, yet warm and inviting. Then, I slowly began pumping my hips back and forth, feeling her vaginal walls rub against my shaft. I felt powerful, in control, like an alpha male taking his woman. I ignored the tiny voice of guilt in the back of my head and continued pounding Angie. I knew she was enjoying herself because she pushed back with each of my thrusts, allowing for full penetration, my balls hitting her thighs.
I soon felt a tingle in the base of my cock, the first sign I was getting close. I took control, pulling and pushing Angie's ass at a frantic pace, feeling my climax grow, and then I felt my scrotum grow taut and I came, filling the rubber. The release was mind-numbing For just a second, I was back on the primal savannah, sewing my seed, before going off to die a cruel and brutish death. This was no petite-mort.
After I was throughly spent I pulled out. Part of me wanted to drop the role-play, but I didn't. I liked being in control, dominate and uncaring. It was so not-me.
I took off the condom and dropped it in the trash can next to the desk. I made sure there was a plastic liner so it wouldn't make too much of a mess.
Angie turned around and looked at me. She was fiercely working her fingers over her clit. She obviously hadn't come yet, and she wasn't waiting for me to give her permission. Any other time I would have stayed to help, probably with my tongue, but I was playing the dick tonight.
“Love to stay and watch you get off,” I said, “but I gotta go.”
I pulled my pants up and turned to go. I stopped at the door. I walked back over to Angie and watched her continue to masturbate, her moans increasing. Her eyes were closed so I surprised her when I said, “I'll take these,” and pulled her panties out of her mouth and put them in my pocket. I kissed her on the cheek and left the office.
I heard her final climatic scream as I walked down the hall and out the back exit.
On the drive home I felt dirty, like a real creep. I didn't know how some men did it. Thinking of women as just fuck toys, to use as needed and discard.
I love women. I love to pleasure women. But I guess every so often one needs to step out of their comfort zone.
I was going to have to write Angie a very long and very contrite thank you note in the morning.
And maybe send a bunch of flowers.
