by Celia Styles
“Hi Lisa.” Christine replied, smiling warmly. “Thank you.” She said, extending her hand.
Lisa handed her a note. It was similar to the first and was written just the same as the first one had been.
Room 309,
15 minutes.
Ps. Don’t change what you’re wearing.
I like it.
D.S.
Chapter 5: Daniel Strauss
Room 309 was dimly lit. It had red curtains with a red velvet matching carpet. There was a large king size bed covered in white beddings in the center of the room with several matching couches on each side. And a lamp stood on the stool at the left corner and chest of drawers on its opposing end.
Christine first knocked, then walked in when a hoarse ‘come in’ could be heard. She gently opened the door, and squinted her eyes, in adjustment to the darkness.
“Come in beautiful.” Said a voice that was seated on the couch to the left. Her gaze followed the voice, and she could only manage to make out the frame of a tall man sitting cross legged at the edge of the sofa.
Christine closed the door behind her and walked towards him, seeing him better when a light from the window shone on his face.
The man that sat before her was gorgeous. His cheeks were shaped like a finely-carved statue. His nose was perfectly symmetrical with his lips slightly full: the kind that ended in a cute little simper at the corners. The rays of moon highlighted two dimples in his cheeks and one on his chin. He wore a cologne that was strong as midnight sex. His eyes seemed ebony black but she could have been mistaken. His frame was so firm and perfectly enclosed in his tailor made suit. She could tell that underneath it he had some perfectly defined abs. His hair was like the deep waves she wouldn't mind running her hands through.
Christine reached the couch, and sat down at its end. She watched him closely, and was immediately drawn in when he smiled.
“I’m Daniel Strauss.” He said, stretching his hand out to greet her.
“Christine Anderson.” She replied, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine Christine.” He said.
He had such a perfect accent that the way he said her name weakened her. His skin was slightly pale from years of poring over texts to excel in his legal profession. A love for the piano had made his hands a little rough, a passion he had inherited from his mother, he said. He just had to feel the keys beneath his fingertips.
Even with his callused hands, his touch was still soft and gentle, yet strong and seductive. His breath was like steaming hot bath water as it kissed her face when he moved closer.
“I was drawn to you from the moment I saw you in the garden.” Daniel said. “And I could tell you weren’t a regular. I would have seen you. I would have noticed you before.”
“Thank you.” Christine said blushing.
“I think your beauty is breathtaking.” He added. “I apologize for keeping you so long on the ramp. I just couldn’t get enough of you.”
“That was you controlling the light?”
“Yes. I am the owner of this mansion and the organizer of these pageants.”
Christine smiled, inwardly reveling that he was the one who had kept her on the ramp all the while. The chemistry between them was inexplicable. A drop of sweat poured down the side of his face while Christine could feel a droplet of liquid escaping her labia. They talked for hours, with each detail they shared bringing them much closer intellectually and physically. They stared into each other’s eyes, and it was evident that they both had the same thing on their mind.
Leaning forward, Daniel held both sides of her face with his palms and gently kissed her on the lips. He motioned for her to stand and she could feel a slight tremor with the thought of being with a man that was possibly one of the richest and most powerful men in town. He gently traced her lips with his tongue before kissing her again feverishly. His hands travelled down to her waist, and his strong arms drew her in as if she were a petite woman. His breathing became heavy and she could for certain confirm that he was indeed trembling as he ran his hands down her hips.
He then reached up and took a breast in each of his hands and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, still kissing her anxiously. He then went on to trace kisses down her neck, onto her nipples then descended upon her belly button. He pushed her inner thighs as if to instruct her to part her legs and before she could stop him, his tongue had parted the lips of her vagina and had begun to immerse itself in her. Her mind began to swirl and she felt as though she would fall. She placed both hands on his head to steady herself and Daniel, taking this as a cue to go deeper, sucked on her even harder causing her knees to weaken and gently fell back onto the bed that stood across from the couch on which Daniel was seated.
Daniel arose, unbuttoning his jacket and taking it off. He tugged at the buttons of his shirt, seemingly annoyed that they were taking so long to become undone. He then unzipped his trousers, watching how Christine’s gaze intently followed his every move. Naked and erect, he stood in front of her, awaiting her approval. She nodded, seemingly giving him the permission he needed then he pressed his leg against hers, his hand sliding down her thigh, then hovering near her knees. He pulled her legs apart and slid her panty to the side, just enough for him to be able to access her entrance. Looking into her eyes, he took her hand in his and pressed it to his cheek.
"Show me what to do." he said.
He leaned towards her and ran his tongue over her lips, stopping frequently to kiss her.
"I want your tongue where your hands are now." she said, and once again, Daniel buried his face between her legs.
Daniel sucked and licked her, ensuring every inch of skin beneath her soft hair was covered in the wetness from his lips. He accompanied his tongue with his finger, inserting one first then two. She moaned and groaned, wishing he would never stop, and she couldn’t imagine not being made love to by Daniel Strauss.
Daniel arose, matching the length of her body with his. He parted her legs wider with his hands and gently guided his hard dick inside her. She moaned loudly, gripping his arms tightly, awaiting her body to adjust to the large foreign sized shaft that had just welcomed itself into her. He paused, allowing her to get comfortable, before gently beginning to glide in and out.
He fucked her, slow at first, and then picked up a faster pace. His long dick hit the walls of her cervix, making her moan in fulfilment. She had only ever known Brandon’s less than well-endowed member, and had never imagined that she would ever get the chance to experience a man with such length.
His dick filled every inch of her, and she didn’t want him to stop. She gyrated her hips to match the rhythm of his thrust and all together they made perfect love. Daniel then gently turned Christine on her stomach, and enjoyed the full view of her large ass. He parted her butt cheeks, needing to make his way into her from behind.
She covered her face, embarrassed at what it was that he must be seeing.
“Don’t hide.”’ He said. “”You are beautiful.” He complimented, and with that, he inserted himself into her deeply.
As Daniel and Christine fucked, a light knock was heard on the door. Peaking in was Donovan Strauss, the man she had met earlier upon her arrival, holding a bottle of wine with three glasses.
“Hello brother. May I join you in pleasing this extraordinarily beautiful woman? Of course, only if allowed by Miss Anderson herself.” He asked, and with that he walked in a closed the door behind him.
They were related! Just as Christine had suspected.
Chapter 6: The best she’s ever had
Donovan, evidently aroused, walked towards the bed. He placed the wine and glasses on the side table on the right, then gently sat on the bed. Daniel and Christine looked at him, approving his entry with their eyes.
Donovan reached for Christine’s left breast and gently squeezed it, enjoying how soft and supple it was. He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it and flicking it with
his tongue. Daniel continued to fuck Christine, his dick nestled warmly inside her vagina. She contracted her wall muscles, heightening the sensations he felt around his dick.
Faster and faster Daniel continued to fuck her till Christine moaned and groaned so loudly; anyone passing by could most definitely hear. Gently pulling out, Daniel gave Donovan the chance to do what he had just done and Daniel went forward and sat in front of Christine.
He softly raised her head and angling his pelvis in front of her, he guided her lips onto his cock and supported her as she began to suck it. Christine licked the head and soft skin around Daniel’s cock then took all of him in, sucking him up and down. She flicked her tongue over the opening hole and Daniel held on tightly to the bed sheets, feeling a surge of cum ease into his dick. He thrust his dick into her mouth and came vigorously, his warm liquid filling her mouth.
Donovan, having slapped and spanked Christine’s ass till it had turned a soft shade of pink turned her over and laid her on her back. Her breasts fell to each side and the two brothers each took one and sucked on it with desire. Christine could hardly contain her sense of heightened pleasure. It was all too much to bear.
Donovan then raised her legs in the air, motioned for Daniel to draw towards him. Daniel, taking over Christine’s legs from his brother, watched as his sibling inserted his dick into the warm wet pussy that was now exposed for the both of them to admire. He pounded hard on her until Christine couldn’t take it any longer. The next few seconds seemed to last for an eternity. It was torture, but sweet torture, the kind of torture she wanted to last for a lifetime. Suddenly, her body began convulsing; surges of pleasure began shooting down her body until she almost lost consciousness and grasp of reality. Her vision faded, her toes went numb as she reeled her head back into the best orgasm in her life.
Daniel took over from his brother and he too enjoyed the same. Christine came a second time, just as forcefully as the first. They then tilted her on her side and Daniel fucked her in a spooning position. Donovan, with his body lying in front of her while his brother at the back, trailed kisses all over Christine’s body, and made her feel as if every inch of her body was the tastiest dish he had ever been served. She watched as the two brother took turns fucking her, and she was for once the most satisfied woman ever.
After they settled down, the three sat up and Donovan poured each of them a glass of wine.
“To Christine.” Daniel toasted. “The most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen.”
“To Christine.” Donovan echoed.
“To me.” Christine chuckled.
The three drank for hours, with several sex sessions in between. The brothers took turns to do any and everything that Christine asked for, including being fucked in both in her pussy and her mouth at the same time.
She was happy to have met partners with whom she could be adventurous with; men who appreciated her body, and her sexual appetite; men who would make her orgasm over and over again. They were unlike Brandon of course, who only cared about himself, back when he actually used to fuck her that is.
Christine ran her fingers over her clit as the memory of Daniel and Donovan crossed her mind. She recalled how they had made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She felt herself wet with desire and anticipation, wondering when their next encounter would be.
She entered her house, a smile on her face, and walked in to find Brandon lying on the couch, his arms crossed against his chest.
“And where the hell have you been?” he barked.
“Don’t worry sweetie. I was just out with some friends.”
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Just Take Me Already
By Celia Styles
He was hardly the first man I had been attracted to.
I could recall the quiet soccer player at my school, the one I always caught myself turning out to games for. Then there was John, the sandy-haired, blue-eyed cadet who had trained alongside me back at the academy.
There had also been countless men on the streets I’d caught myself looking twice at; there were even a couple I’d ended up at sweaty, passionate third base in the restrooms of pubs with. But I’d been brought up in a conservative, homophobic family, so I had dated women when I was too pressured to have a love life. Mostly, I had just kept quiet on the topic.
Once I started working, no one paid much attention to my love life or lack thereof, but that was fine by me. It’s probably why I spent so much time at the station; it was far easier to fill my time with the day-to-day work of a suburban cop than it was to spend some time actually thinking about myself and what I wanted. I had managed to keep those desires at bay for most of my 32 years, until I opened the door on a quiet September night, and saw him there. Little did I realize that the floodgates, so to speak, had been opened.
He was shorter than me, though only by a few inches, but slender: his broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist, his limbs long and languid. He was the opposite of brown-eyed, brown-haired, stocky old me, and I felt conspicuously big in front of him. Those eyes, flecked with green and glowing, bored into mine, and his sculpted lips slightly parted as he let out short, sharp gasps into the wintery air. His olive skin was clear and bright, and I wanted to reach out and feel it under my fingertips.
“Can I help you?” I barked.
“I-I’m sorry, I just came from the border, and the policia, the police, they’re following me.” he blurted, his tone urgent. It didn’t take the accent for me to figure out where he was from.
“If you’re looking for a place to hide, I’m afraid this isn’t it,” I replied, closing the door on him.
I had moved to the town fairly recently, but I’d been warned that part of the country was often the first port of call for illegal Mexican immigrants. I guess some of the hostility the town had towards them had rubbed off on me, for I only felt the smallest twinge of guilt over turning him away.
But his foot got in the way of my shutting the door properly, and he used his hands to open the door wider. I couldn’t help but notice how long and elegant his fingers were, and how strong he was for someone so slender otherwise. If not for the door, he would’ve been in my personal space, and I felt the tiniest shiver at the thought.
“Please, you’ve got to help me!”
The desperation in his voice made me pause, and I peeked from the crack.
“Why the hell should I let you in?”
“Because it wouldn’t make a difference to you, but it would mean life or death for me!”
I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, so you really think I won’t get into any trouble for harbouring an illegal immigrant?”
He grabbed my arm, and if I had shivered at the thought of being close to him, it had been nothing compared to the electricity I felt now.
“If you let me in now, you’d get rid of me in a day, two days, at the most. If the cops come, you could say ‘No, I haven’t seen anyone,’ and they’ll believe you because you’re a nice upstanding white man and no one would suspect you of doing something like this.”
He was right. I hated to admit it, but he was right. If I let him in and then denied it when my colleagues showed up, they would believe me. They knew that I was the last person who’d let an illegal immigrant into my house, judging by the vitriol I spat about them whenever we had to collect them from the side of the road somewhere. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even bother to ask me.
I looked at the man in front of me again, read
the desperation in his face, felt the pressure of his fingers digging into my arms. I could just open the door, and that would be that.
So I did.
I didn’t say a word as I pulled the door back, allowing him over the threshold. He released my arm and practically jumped into the house, a grin breaking over his face. He laughed with relief, and spun around to face me, his dark curls whipping against his face as he did so. I would’ve placed his age at about 25.
Whatever my misgivings about letting him in, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.. Stepping forward, I directed him to the living room.
“In here. You can sleep on the couch. Don’t make any noise, and don’t go outside until I say it’s okay. I want you out of here in two days, tops, okay?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course.”
“Do you have a name?” I asked, after a pause. I was reluctant to leave him just yet.
“Gabriel. And yours?”
“Officer David Felton.”
His eyes widened. “You’re a cop?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you letting me stay?”
“I think it’s best that you don’t make me think about that too hard,” I replied. “You want something to eat?”
