by Sasha Kale
Fuuuuuuck.
Deborah felt her insides squirm. Her vagina salivating. She was hungry like the wolf on Devon’s chest.
Take a breather, Deb. Remember he ditched you after prom. Remember how bad that made you feel. But people can change, she argued with herself. No they can't! Everybody stays the same, it's only our environment that changes. Oh yeah? What do you know? You're just a stupid voice in my head. Maybe you’re a voice in my head, ever think of that, baby Einstein?
"Did you say something?" said Devon. He’d stopped behind her and was looking at a poster board covered with welcome-back cards addressed to Deborah. Other things on the board as well. Library info. Public notices. Deborah's photo. Great smile, which he liked in woman. She looks almost exactly like she did when we were teenagers.
Their favourite hang-out was the tree fort.
It wasn’t really a tree fort. It’s just what all the potheads called it. The tree fort was a small children’s park outside of a school that went from grades 1 to 5. There were monkey bars, a seesaw, and a slide with a cabin attached to it. Inside the cabin was a little table that was perfect for rolling joints because it was insulated from the wind.
They used to sneak out at night and smoke weed and lay in the grass. The school had a wide-open field that was perfect for stargazing. They would stare at the Milky Way and ask each other stupid questions you only ask when you’re high, like, “You think our entire universe lives inside an alien’s butthole?”
“Maybe. I hope not. That’d be freaky.”
They’d smoke more pot and panic when they heard a car go by. Terrified it was the cops who were always on the prowl looking for teenagers who weren’t supposed to be in these parks at night.
Eventually they’d calm down and then Devon would slip his hand under her shirt and fondle her breasts. She never wore a bra when they went to the tree fort. It was too much of a pain and Devon had ruined two already trying to unclip them with one hand. Devon always had a condom in his pocket in case she wanted to do it, but she said she was waiting for marriage.
Laying in the grass was like laying in a bed. They felt like adults. They cuddled and he was in love with her freckles.
“Devon?”
“What?”
“Stephen King book, remember?”
“Ya.”
They browsed through the aisle until they came to KING. He said he was looking for Under the Dome because he heard the book was a lot better than the TV show. They both bent down ran their fingers alone the spines of the books, each determined to find it before the other. As fate would have it they found Under the Dome at the same instant, and when their fingers touched the phonebook-sized book it was Deborah’s turn to daydream, only hers was a lot naughtier.
Deborah’s day dream
Deep in Deborah's brain, memories of her dead husband fell to the carpet like books yanked by a ghost. This made room for new feelings, thoughts, and experiences. Memories that some unseen scribe was already frantically crafting in order to fill the void left on the bookshelf.
A black paper towel wipes away condensation on a bathroom mirror.
It was all so clear to her now.
She saw a thousand ways her future would play out, all of them ended up with Devon’s cock inside her. Devon would keep asking her out until she finally relented and agreed to be wined and dined someplace fancy. A private table on the roof of a secret restaurant with a perfect view of Lake Ontario. A Ferris wheel. Fireworks. A menu without prices. A $2,000 bottle of red wine from pre-war France. The waiter, Francois, knew Devon from Fantasy Club and made sure everything was perfect. Francois tells her Devon has never brought anyone up here before. She feels special. After dinner they hold hands and kiss goodnight.
The next day a courier package arrives. It's spa tickets and a helicopter ride to an erotic spa. A world famous rest-and-relaxation centre nestled in the foothills of a mountain. She travels there instantly. The resort is surrounded by tall trees, boulders, and flowing streams. A valet takes her brand new Louis Vuitton luggage. She hears the wind blowing and the birds chirping. A muscular masseuse leads her to the private baths.
Marble floors. Silver lights. Two young women help her strip her clothes off, and then direct her to a copper tub filled with soapy water. They tell her how beautiful she is. How pretty her freckles are. What a nice pattern she's made with her pubic hair. A perfect four-leaf clover.
The girls scrape the dirt and sweat from her with special rocks from inside a volcano. A sign on the wall tells her to treat the bath attendants like slaves. Slaves belonging to Deborah for the duration of her bath. Knows she could order them to do anything. Get naked. Play with themselves. Lick her asshole clean. Deborah sinks deep into the copper tub and the hot bath feels like heaven.
Soap suds cover her tits and her legs, and so she isn't upset when a male masseuse enters unannounced to check on her. "Don't let her get too wet," he winks. The young girls shaving Deborah's legs with pink razors laugh merrily.
When she's clean and dry they give her a soft robe and escort her to the massage room. It's small and personal. Bamboo stalks in clay pots. Walls of white pine inlaid with erotic images. Silhouettes of people sucking and fucking each other. Men lining up to fuck a goddess. The whole place smells like chocolate strawberries.
Her masseuse is shirtless, and his pink shorts grip tight on his solid body. If he grows at all his bulge will easily pop out. She decides she’d like to see that. Before he says a word, he hands he a folded note with the Albright family seal. She breaks it open. Red wax falls between her toes. It's from Devon.
Deborah, I want you to enjoy yourself today. Think of the people who run this place as toys or machines. Whatever you do inside these walls is fine with me. I just want you to leave here feeling good about everything. So don't worry about a thing, my love. If you play with the toys I won't be upset. I'd be angrier if you held yourself back. Nothing you do at Erotic Mountain Spa is off limits. Understood?
Jesus, Deborah thinks. He's giving me permission to fuck these people. Play with them like toys. My own personal sex slaves.
She crumples the note and tosses it in a waste-paper basket. Her masseuse points to some towels. Says he can leave the room while she lies down on the padded table and covers up. “But it's much easier,” he says, “if Madame is naked. Most women take the naked option. And if it would make Madame more comfortable, I can get naked as well." Deborah Ann drops the robe, opting for a naked massage.
The masseuse eats her out with his eyes. "Very nice. Madame has a fantastic body."
Deborah lays face-down on the table and her masseuse says his name is Alexander. He's Italian. Built like a young Rocky. He grabs a bottle of oil and squirts some on her legs. She realizes her table is slightly higher near her pelvis and it prop her butt up. Realizes Alexander can already see inside her. She can feel his eyes on her vagina. Spreads her legs a little to give him a better view. Feels him blow softly on her pussy lips. Her massage hasn't even started and already she creams a little. He’ll think it’s sweat. But really it’s cum. Alexander has already made her cum.
Alexander starts the massage with her toes. Rubs each one from foot to nail. Then he folds her leg up and works on her calves. "Madame has beautiful legs," he says. "She could be a runway model." He moves to her thighs. Plump and hard from all her work on the treadmill. He appreciates how hard she’s worked on them. Tells her thighs are a work of art. Then he grabs them. Soft and oily hands of a Roman gladiator. He gets closer to the hard curves of her ass. It's a dream come true. She knows she could command this man to fuck her and he would do it. She has all the power here. "Just a second," she says. She flips onto her stomach.
"I have not done your back yet."
"Do my chest."
"As you wish."
Alexander squirts more oil into his hands and admires her breasts. Round and firm, his favourite kind to work with. "You must go to the gym a lot, you have such a lovely body."
"I tr
y," says Deborah. "Scoot a little closer, why don't you?"
"My groin will be next to Madame’s face. If I get hard while massaging her breasts I'm afraid it will poke her."
"That's the plan," she says wickedly.
Her sex slave-slash complies. Moves so very close to her chin and her lips. His massive package is inches from her mouth. If she stretched out her tongue out she could lick his cock like a lollypop. His crotch is neat and trimmed. He looks like a male pornstar.
Alexander rubs oil onto Deborah’s abdominal muscles and pushes lightly on her belly. Runs his fingers up along her ribs.
She sees his cock is getting larger.
I excite this man, she thinks. This strong bull who is gorgeous beyond belief. He's probably rubbed down much hotter women than me, but I alone have the power to grow his cock.
Thick Italian fingers move closer to the curves of her breast. Fanning herself she tells him to do it. "Give it to me." His cock grows even bigger. Blue veins pump desire into from heart to bulging tip. She wants so badly to touch it. Alexander spreads his hands across her boobs and squeezes her nipples between two fingers. His cock is fully erect now and only inches from her mouth. He grabs her hair and leans her forward. She opens her mouth to blow Alexander and —daydream over
In the library, Devon stared as his former prom date as she leaned against on a bookcase, her thoughts lost in a better place. Then she found her way back to reality and said, "Come with me."
"What about my book?"
"You want to read Under the Dome or do you want fuck me?"
He paused, unsure if she was messing with him like he'd done so many times to the staff at Fantasy Club. Maybe this was payback somehow. Unsure how to proceed, he did what most men do when confronted with a beautiful woman who just said something naughty. He stood there with his mouth open and did nothing.
"Please," she begged. "I need you inside me, right the fuck now." To prove she wasn’t messing around, she lifted up her yellow sundress and showed him her rainbow panties. She pushed pulled them tight and showed him a wet spot. She wasn’t messing around. Deborah wanted to fuck.
Dropping her dress she took his hand, and they left the fiction section. They ran past the comic and romance books and she shoved him toward a chestnut door.
It was cozy in there
Like bathroom on a yacht. They crammed inside, flicked on the lights, and locked the door. It was a small room, no bigger than twice the width of a bathtub. But it was sparkling clean. It was one of those secret bathrooms that only a few people know about. Private. Off the beaten path. Sound-proofed by some kinky librarian years ago.
It was perfect for fucking.
“Are you sure nobody will hear us?”
“Shut up,” said Deborah. She pulled his shirt off and ran her hands up his hard body. Shivered as her hand ran across his wolf tattoo. Wondered where he got that scar. Does it really matter? Somebody cut him up and he survived. He’s strong. Powerful. An alpha male. I want that strength inside me.
Their faces mashed together and they kissed like they were drunk. Memories unspooled and they remembered how it felt to be young again. Devon growled in her ears. He knew that drove her nuts. His hands grabbed her hair he planted a wet one on her collar bone. Ran his tongue up her neck then dove inside her mouth. Found her tongue and licked the back of her teeth.
Deborah was burning up inside. Kissing was nice but she wanted something more. She grabbed his wrists and moved his strong hands to her neck.
“Choke me,” she said. “Fucking strangle me.”
He squeezed her neck as she unbuckled his belt and then pulled down his zipper. His cock burst out of boxers. Holy shit it was so big. Bigger than she remembered it. Even bigger than Tom’s cock. I’ve never had a cock that big. Is it going to hurt? Fuck it. If it hurts I don’t give a shit. I need that cock.
She pushed him back then wiggled out of her sun-dress. It fell easily to the floor and she picked it up and put it on the sink. Her bra matched her rainbow panties. She kicked her sandals off. “You like what I’ve done with the place?”
“You’re so fucking hot,” said Devon. “You could be a slave-girl at Fantasy Club. You’d like that wouldn’t you. Having a slave-collar around your neck?”
“I’d make a good slave,” she said. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Take off your bra, you fucking slave.”
Deborah Ann took her bra off and put it on the sink with her sundress. While she was turned, Devon lunged forward and grabbed her neck again and threw her up against the wall. Thud! The mirror shook and the drywall flexed. It was the sexiest thing anybody had ever done to her. Holy shit, she thought. He’s so strong. I should have went to his place when he texted me three weeks ago. We could have fucked a hundred times since then. Devon flipped her around and she felt his cock on her ass. Rubbing up and down her crack.
“Spank me.”
Slap.
“Harder.”
SLAP
Deborah still had her panties on but it didn’t matter. She assumed her favourite position: Face to the mirror. “Give it to me, chief.”
It was easy for him to slip inside her. “You’re so wet.” All he had to do was pull her panties to the side. His cock went in Deborah Ann and she came almost instantly. Whatever had been damming up her insides all these months came apart like a bird’s nest in a hurricane.
“Did you just cum?”
“Yes, but please don’t stop fucking me.”
“I can’t believe you just came.”
She wiggled her butt on his dick. Grinded on him like it was a lap dance. That got him going again. He started thrusting harder, his dick getting bigger as he watched her tits bounce in the mirror.
Between grunts of pleasure, Deborah said, “I love your cock. Can you feel my cum on your dick?” Then her squeals got louder and turned into screams. Devon didn’t trust the walls so he put his arm around her face and she screamed into his forearm. Screamed like she was being fucked by Zeus. Hercules. She was being fucked by a god. She came again. Her juices dripping down her legs and into the grate on the floor.
The intercom went off. Deborah Ann Walcott come to the front desk please. Devon thought that was great. “You feel amazing. I can’t believe I’m fucking the librarian in the library. You’re such a little fucking whore.”
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah,” she said as her future billionaire rammed her again and again. “I’m your whore. I’m just a dirty billionaire’s little cum dumpster. Fuck yes. Oh yes, like that. Grab my tits. I’ll be your whore,” she panted, “but you have to buy me things.”
“I’ll buy you anything you want.” He spanked her again. Decided the panties were getting annoying so he pulled cock out of her. “Don’t move.”
“Hurry.”
He pulled down her rainbow panties which were now totally soaked, and threw them in the sick. Then lifted up one of her legs and put in on the toilet seat. It gave him a much better view, but Deborah wasn’t interested. “Wait,” she said. “Shit. I forgot my purse downstairs.”
“Who cares?” He tried to take her again but she pushed him off.
“Do you have your cell phone on you?”
“Yeah...”
“Shove your cellphone up my pussy.”
“You dirty slut.”
“Fuck me with your cellphone while I suck your dick.”
Devon liked that idea, so he took out his cellphone and turned it off. If it got too wet he’d just get a new one. It was nice to be rich. “How you want to do this?”
“Hold me upside down.” She made like she was doing a handstand. Her palms on the cool bathroom floor tiles. Then she turned around, and said, “Grab me.”
He grabbed her but needed both hands to hold her upright. “This isn’t going to work. I need both hands to hold you.” Deborah’s lips were already around his cock so he decided to just eat her out. They 69’d and the cellphone idea was quickly forgotten. Which was fine because a cellphone is no ha
irbrush.
And Devon was not Tom.
But he did eat pussy better than Tom ever did. It was like he’d spent years training for this. Done it a million times. He ground his face into the space between Deborah’s legs. His peach fuzz rubbing against her thigh.It felt amazing. Like getting your pussy eaten by a sweaty lumberjack.
“I’m gonna blow,” said Devon.
She put her hands out to steady herself. “Put me down.” Precum and saliva ran down her face. Devon helped her get back on her legs. Loved seeing all those bodily fluids onto her freckles. Her make-up was wrecked. Hair a total mess. There would be no explanation she could give the women downstairs. They would all know she’d just finished having sex. They’d know she was a slut who fucked people at work.
Deborah knelt down on the tiles and flashed Devon her best pornstar eyes. Wide and starving. Eyelashes batting at him like he owned the world. "Please," she said. "Please cum all over my face. I want it so bad. I’m such a dirty little whore."
He wasn’t ready. It had been so long since he’d been satisfied. He wanted to enjoy this moment forever. If it were alive he would trap it in amber.
Deborah played with his balls while he stroked his cock. Devon watched himself in the mirror. Loved the look of his own body. “Fuck yes,” he said. “I’m the king of the library.”
“Cum for me, baby.”
More stroking. His arms even larger than usual. Like a workout, water flowed through his muscles and made them bigger. She looked into the mirror and saw herself. Saw what she had become. And fucking loved it. She spat on his dick. Rubbed her hands up and down it. It made a squishing sound that sounded like fucking. She moaned like a good slave.
Devon’s cock blew up in her face like Mount Vesuvius. It had been so long since he’d came so there was tonnes of it. A firehose spewing white glue. Ropes of it went on her forehead. She leaned back and it drizzled into her hair. “There’s more,” he said. “Oh my God.” He shuddered and she decided she wanted to swallow some. Her lips went around his cock and she stroked him. Finished him off. Felt his warm cum shoot into her mouth. Plaster on her teeth. Sucked on his dick until ever last drop was in her mouth. She swallowed his cum. Opened her mouth to show him it was gone. He patted her head. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”
