by LK Collins
Getting back to my place, I sit out on my balcony to enjoy my breakfast and the moment that I take my first bite, my phone starts blowing up inside on the kitchen counter. Saturdays are normally busy for me, so I enjoy my breakfast, knowing that it’s the last bit of alone time I’ll have until late tonight. Plus, I don’t rush for anyone these days, so the calls can wait ‘til I’m done.
After I finish, I stare out at the view and find myself missing Abby. I wish I was seeing her today, but I’m not and she’s asked for space. Taking the last sip of coffee, I know the only thing that’ll keep my mind busy is to fill my days with work. Heading inside, I grab my phone looking through all of the calls and texts. Filtering through them, I pick my favorite one to call back first, and then schedule out the rest of my day.
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Jessy is about five-five, blonde hair with the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Her body is a bit thick, but she holds it so damn perfectly. She teaches yoga and it pays off well. Apart from Abby, I enjoy fucking her the most. Especially because I am able to use my strength when we play. Today, I hope she can help me get lost. Sitting on her couch as I wait for her to finish making our drinks, I look through my spare bag of toys and it reminds me of yesterday’s events, especially that fucking asshole chasing me down the alley.
But it could’ve ended worse – at least he didn’t actually catch us in the act, with her collared while I fucked her. I always knew being with Abby was a risk on so many levels. I opened myself up in a way that I never have and I broke my number one rule being with her. But when it came to Abby, the rules all seemed to blur. When they shouldn’t. They are made to ensure that this exact thing didn’t happen. I’m not a home-wrecker and I can’t forget first and foremost that what I do is illegal and an angry spouse would run to the cops at the drop of a hat.
Going forward, I need to keep my mind right. I can’t have any feelings that will cloud my judgment – ever – or it has to end. And that means that right now, I have to let Abby go.
Jessy bends over, handing me a drink with her huge tits popping out of her tiny ass bra. I take it from her and hope that fucking her can be the drug it’s always been. A way to shut off the noise in my head and forget about the rest of the world.
“What do you have planned for me today?” she asks.
Grabbing a handful of my dick I urge my hips upward and tell her, “A little of this.”
“A little?” she questions me.
“Or a lot,” I smirk and slam my glass. Standing to her as she sips her drink and then licks her lips, I nuzzle her neck. She smells like heaven, just what I need right now. Running my hand down her body, she is as soft as silk. I turn off everything inside and push every ounce of attention into my fingertips as they trail over her.
“On the couch,” I order her to sit facing out towards a wall of windows that overlook Central Park. Reaching for my bag, I set it on the table.
“Now, do you have any requests today?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “Good, ‘cause I’m going to ruin you in front of all of Central Park.” As I place the collar on her, I notice her breathing increase. Then I take off my shirt and toss it on the chair, reaching into the bag to grab the gag ball. She looks at me antsy, which makes me move quickly to her. She told me when we first met that she wanted to try any and everything there was in the sex toy world. Last time, we played with hand-cuffs and a dildo. Today, I’m just stepping it up a notch. This is what I’m good at. This is where I’ve always felt in control. This is where I belong. “Up you go, gorgeous,” I tell her, lifting on the chain that connects to her collar. Walking her to the windows, I push her body against them, my cock so stiff, but I know that none of this is about me. Maybe that’s why I cherish my time with Abby so much, because I let the pleasure be about both of us. Shaking the thought of Abby away, I hold Jessy’s body against the window, drop the leash, and unclasp her bra, slowly dragging it down her arms, allowing the tips of my fingers to follow it down, tickling her gently. She backs away and it hits the floor, then I push her hard against the window, rubbing my cock against her. It’s time to fuck Abby out of my head.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock.”
“I bet you do,” I whisper into her ear, grinding myself against her. “On your knees,” I command, turning her around. She’s panting, looking up at me as she slowly kneels down. “Unbutton my pants and work my cock with your mouth before I gag...” But before I can finish, she has my cock out and dives in, wrapping her mouth around it working me. I love the type of freak she is. This is why I do this. After I grow to my full length, she still pushes herself. Leaning back, I brace myself on the windows and enjoy what she is doing for a minute. But I find myself again wishing she was Abby. Fuck.
I focus on my cock. On Jessy, on why I came here. It is to please her, after all…that’s what she is paying me for. I push Abby from my mind and grab Jessy’s collar pulling her up to stand in front of me. Taking my thoughts firmly in my hand, I place the ball and strap over her mouth and then secure it behind her head. She watches my arms flex with every move while I adjust it. She is panting heavily against the ball, her chest moves up and down, and I know it’s because she is horny, not nervous. Getting lost in a sex haze is what we both need. Now.
Taking my pants all the way off, I toss them on the chair then drop to my knees, tenderly removing her panties. She looks down at me with the ball holding her sexy mouth wide open. Then I press her body back up against the windows and start to lick her soft pink slit. She moans in pleasure, and I spread her pussy, inserting two fingers into her cunt, licking and stroking at a good pace just getting her wet enough so she’ll fuck good.
I stop when her noises peak and turn her around, holding her hot body against the wall of windows. She tries to grip on to anything she can as I roll a condom down my length and then slam into her. I hold on to her hips and fuck her good and hard, losing my mind with each thrust, pressing her against the glass, as all of Central Park could look up and watch me ruin her, just like I promised.
After only a few seconds, she shakes fiercely, coming from my dick and I work her orgasm out of her, listening to her muffled noises as they bounce off the glass and echo through the room. Moving her to the chair, I chase my inner numbness as I toss her facedown over the arm. It’s closer to my layout of toys. Grabbing my whip and a wrap of rope, I order, “Spread your legs and stick your ass out.” She does so right away and I whip her firm ass gently on each cheek. She moans in a pleasurable pain taking the whip very well even though it’s her first time. Taking her right hand into the grip of mine, I move it behind her and place my whip handle in her hand laying the thong of the whip on her lower back. My cock is so hard as I do this. Toys turn me on like nothing else, adding that extra element, and right now give me just one more thing to focus on. Reaching down, I skim a finger over her wet pussy. She’s so ready.
“Do you want to come on my cock again?” I ask her harshly.
“Yes,” she’s quick to respond.
Without another word, I line her ass with my cock and slam her deep in the cunt, causing her body to tighten. I leave my cock buried in her without moving and grab her other arm, slowly moving my dick, teasing her. Taking the rope, I tie a simple knot and then tighten her two hands together, weaving a figure eight between the two.
With her tied up, I grab a handful of each of her ass cheeks and spread her wide as I keep fucking her. But she looks so much like Abby that a guilt I’ve never felt takes over and I immediately remove the gag ball, needing to hear her voice to dispel the vision. “Let me hear you,” I tell her, trying my best to stay in the zone. “Harder,” she begs and the tone of her voice keeps me in control. She leans up and I press my lips against her shoulder. “Make me come again, Latch,” she begs for more, and I reach around her, teasing her clit as my shaft rocks her to the core. She’s panting, moaning, and clenching me.
I push her back down and take the whip from her h
and giving her a sharp smack to her ass. She cries out in desire and I pick up my pace, moving my thick cock inside of her wet pussy. Sweat beads on my forehead. Her body is clammy and she moans with every pulse of our bodies meeting one another. Her ass is red, and again I begin to drift off thinking about Abby.
Fuck, I miss her. I wish I were fucking her.
Jessy does remind me in so many ways of Abby, and I have to admit that’s why I chose her first to fuck today. Stupid fucking move. Looking down at my cock as she takes every inch of me, the room spins in slow motion and I have to pull myself back to reality. I focus on coming, letting go in my release, that right now, I so desperately need to take me out of my head.
Keeping in the moment, I drill her deep and she starts to tighten her cunt firmly around my swollen dick. I sense she’s ready to let a good cum out, so I run my cock in her deeper and harsher. She bows and I urge her on, “Let go, baby.” She screams my name, letting go, and I search for my release.
After watching her come like that, you’d think I could come right away, but I can’t. Yes, she’s got me horny as fuck, but I just can’t find my release. My head is too tied up. Refusing to accept this, I move her sweaty body to the couch, laying her face up, where her tits are staring at me.
“You like being tied up and fucked like a slut, don’t you?” I ask her, spreading her pink pussy lips again.
“That was fucking intense,” she says as I slide the head of my shaft slowly into her and move at the pace I like. Reaching for her tit, I grab a handful and get lost in none other than the thoughts of Abby. I imagine that I am inside of her pussy. Quickly, a good cum brews as she moans just like Abby and I listen to her soft voice calling me, just like I need.
I get to a place where I’m so close to coming, but my mind won’t let go, wrapped up in the turmoil…Jessy, Abby…Abby, Jessy, so I pull my swollen cock out of her. Ripping the condom off as I jerk myself hard, Jessy gets to her knees and I look at her tied up as she has her mouth open, waiting for my cum. She’s such a dirty girl, letting me jerk my cock on her. Finally, the flow begins and it’s strong as fuck, making my entire body tingle. I close my eyes and tighten my ass cheeks, pumping myself all over her. After I finish, I help her stand up and untie her hands. Thank God that’s over.
“Thank you,” she says and cleans herself up.
“Of course, babe,” I respond, hoping she can’t hear how shaken up I feel inside. I kiss her cheek and put my toys away, eager to get the fuck out of her apartment. After the mindfuck that I just endured, I need a stiff drink. Leaning down, I kiss her on the lips, my mind is in such a funk. “Do you have to go?” she asks me with a pout to her face.
“You know the rules. We come and we’re done, babe.”
4
Abby
It has been two days since I told Latch that I needed some space. And I haven’t heard a word from him. This is the longest in a year that we have gone without talking and it hurts like hell.
Heading into the bathroom, I look at my bleak expression and splash some water on my face. Darrell is still here, angry and controlling, so I know I’m in for more hellish fighting. He has been so mean and hateful. To wake up each day to it is getting old. I’m not sure if he’s ever really loved me, but what’s it matter anymore? I’ve fucked everything up. Thankfully he flies out with his team today to Colorado, so I forge forward knowing the peace I need is just around the corner. I’ll be able to think about what I want. Part of me is screaming to run, to hide where he can never find me, to break the chains I’ve lived under for far too long. But the thought of leaving him and our life…scares the shit out of me. Then another part is urging me to make this marriage work – it’s all I have…it’s all I know.
Walking out of the bedroom, Darrell is sitting on the balcony overlooking lower Manhattan. He has a drink in his hand and it’s only nine in the goddamn morning.
How the fuck is he going to play a baseball game today?
I decide not to confront him. It’s not worth the energy, and quite frankly, I’m fucking exhausted. Heading back to the bedroom, he turns his head like he senses me and I see the sliding door open.
I stop and watch him set his drink down, he’s drunk; his eyes are filled with disgust. “You know,” he slurs and stumbles a little, catching himself on the back of a chair. “I was outside thinking about our life and everything we’ve been through, and then I imagined another man’s cock inside you and it filled me with hatred. I hate you for what you’ve done.” He chokes on his words.
“I can leave if I make you feel that way.” He’s acting like he’s never cheated on me. Again.
He stumbles towards me a few more steps, this time catching himself on the table. “Fuck you, you slut, you’re not going anywhere and neither am I,” he snarls.
“This wasn’t only me. You’ve slept with plenty of other women since we’ve been married, so what’s the difference? You might not admit it, Darrell, but I’ve seen pictures of you online. A different woman in every city going back to your hotel with you, and I forgave you, and not just because you can throw a stupid ball. I loved you and I thought we could make this work, but anymore I don’t know.”
He looks at me through the scowl that has plagued his face since he caught Latch and I, then walks away to his bar for yet another drink. It’s pathetic to drink this early, but after everything…maybe it would help me too.
I let out a breath of air and walk to the fridge grabbing a yogurt, knowing alcohol won’t solve anything, just as Darrell storms into the kitchen and says, “Tell me, Abby, should I really just be okay with you being a whore in my home because you keep accusing me?”
I ignore him. He’s drunk and I have nothing more to say to him.
“Tell me, bitch!” he yells and moves closer to me.
I look at him, slamming my yogurt in the sink. The goopy whiteness splatters all over. “You’re right, I am a whore. I gave into the same temptations you have, whether you admit it or not, so I guess that makes me just as weak as you!”
He slams his glass down next to me causing it to shatter in his grip. “I’m staying home ‘til we hash this shit out!” His words are the last that I want to hear. I need him gone. I can’t live like this. But Darrell always gets what he wants, so he’s not going anywhere until that happens and he isn’t going to let me go either. As he stands next to me and looks forward, there is a crazy look in his eyes. The way things have escalated is nothing that we have ever gone through, and it’s frightening, so I try to calm him down, to make him see that I am sorry. As much of a jerk as he is, I never meant to hurt him. And then, maybe he’ll leave and go on the road with his team.
Putting my hand on his arm, I tell him, “I’m sorry this is what our marriage turned into. I never would’ve imagined it could be like this.”
His body trembles, he’s about to burst into rage, and I know right then that there is no calming him down. I leave the kitchen walking away to the bedroom. It has been my quiet place these last few days.
I close the door behind me and just want Latch right now. Drifting across the room, I’m thankful that Darrell didn’t follow me in here. Looking down as I walk, my mind goes back to when Latch was fucking me on the floor, to when he made me come harder than I ever have before. If only I could go back to that place for just a moment. It may have been wrong for us to be together, but the time that we shared was amazing, and for that, I don’t regret any of it at all. He was always such a gentleman to me, so sweet and fun to be around, and so fucking sexy that I about died every time I laid eyes on him. But with Latch it wasn’t only about the sex. He made me feel wanted and sexy. I could finally be myself and not the fake celebrity wife that I have to be when I’m with Darrell. That is something that I’ve never had. It was like when we were together, nothing and no one else mattered, even though in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t the only one and I paid him to be here. Latch always made me feel different, so I hold on to what we had because for the first time in y
ears, I felt like I was someone’s priority, when Darrell has never made me that. Latch would text me first thing in the morning and before he went to bed. When I’d go weeks on end without a word from Darrell. Thinking back on the years of my failed marriage, Darrell always cared more about his career than me, and I pathetically accepted that, until there was too much time alone, whether he was on the road or here in New York just staying in a hotel drunk and pushing me away. It became too much and that’s what made me turn to Latch.
In my own defense, I didn’t know Latch was an escort when we first met. It’s not like that’s what I went out and looked for. We really did meet at the grocery store, but he was honest from the get go about who he was, and I fought the temptation for as long as I could. But goddamn Latch, he was persistent and I was lonely and needed the attention, even if I had to pay for it. Finally I gave in and made myself believe it was a way to justify being with Latch. Even though, from day one, there was a spark between the two of us and I wanted so much more than sex from him.
Sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, my eyes stay glued to the floor wondering what he is doing right now. But, my daydream is cut short as Darrell kicks the door open, scaring the shit out of me. Shards of wood go flying as he rushes in, getting in my face, kneeling in front of me. “Tell me why you fucked this all up,” he demands.
My heart slams against the walls of my chest. Looking him in the eye, this is not the man I married. Scanning the room, I look for my cell phone, but don’t see it. “You need to calm down. I never wanted things to end up this way.”
