She places her other hand down and pulls her labia apart to show me the pinkness inside her pussy. In the light, her wetness shimmers and she slides a finger inside. Her other hand reaches up to touch her breast. It pulls on her erect nipple and I hear her moan, soft and light.
"Aaah, yes, ooh."
I am so turned on by her pleasuring herself that my hand goes over my cock and I begin touch myself in a mirroring action.
"Fuck, you're driving me crazy."
She continues pushing her finger in and out of her pussy, then she licks her finger. I can't take it anymore.
I dive down on the bed and I push my head in between her legs.
"Oh Jonathan, fuck yes…"
My tongue licks her all around and her clitoris gains the most attention as I flick my tongue over it and taste her sweetness.
I avoid her opening on purpose until she can't bear it anymore and then her hands push my head down so then I am closer.
"Finger me..."
I place three fingers inside her and vigorously move my hand as fast as it will go. Her breath quickens and my cock is like a rock, pressing against the sheets.
" Fuck, yes, yes!"
She pulls my head up and the look on her face is complete contentedness as she lies in ecstasy on the bed.
"Sit on me Sienna. Cum on my cock now."
I lay down and she places her legs either side of me. Gorgeously astride my hips.
"Fuck, yeah. You're so hot baby.”
She pulls herself up and forwards and it feels extremely erotic.
"You're so big. Fuck, I love your cock."
I keep my thoughts centred as I let her pleasure herself on my shaft. I can feel her pussy hold me tightly.
I place my hands on her breasts and pull on her nipples. Her eyes widen and she quickens her pace. I need to use all of my energy to stop myself from cumming as she rubs herself up and down on my cock. Oh, fuck she's delicious.
Sienna squeals as she fucks me, peaking in an arching crescendo of moans.
I grab her ass and pull her up and down at a faster pace to heighten the orgasm. Her eyes glow as she opens them and her wetness oozes down my cock.
She catches her breath and leans forward to kiss me. I kiss her back and I place her on her back. My cock is still inside her and I lift one of her legs up high to change the intensity.
"Oooh, you feel so good."
I fuck her hard and fast and I place the other leg up as well.
I pull my cock out of her slowly now and I see how much pleasure she's in from her second orgasm, which had come close after the first to the point where even I hadn’t been able to tell where one ended and the other began.
"I want your ass now."
I pull her hips up and enter her slowly using my spit and my hand to help guide my cock in.
"Ah, oh…," she gasps, as she takes the full size of me.
I push in and out slowly and when she loosens a bit, I continue at a steady rhythm and she is breathless. I can sense that she is enjoying it so I keep the pace at this rhythm.
"It feels like I might cum from this..."
“Touch yourself and think of me going into you."
She moves her hand onto her clitoris and I can feel her getting close to an orgasm.
I speed my rhythm and she came in a series of gasps muffled by the covers. I pull myself out and pull on my cock. It only took a few strokes, then I let myself cum all over her ass.
"Fuck, you are so good to me."
Her bottom falls onto the bed in exhaustion and I get a towel for her and help wipe her clean.
"I came while you were in my ass…" She seemed a little dazed.
"Yes, baby you sure did. Fuck, it was hot."
Sienna lays next to me and continues to smile about her exhausting orgasms. She is drifting off to sleep and she is happy.
We both are actually, and I long to have her in my arms for as many nights as I can. My Sienna is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
I go down to make one last coffee and I cover her up first so she fits snugly under the covers. It is Saturday tomorrow and we can be a little bit lazy. Maybe a picnic lunch or something nice. We could go on a trail ride if there's a free spot. I don't know. I'll think about it in the morning. I like my coffee with cream now too. What a great idea. Two sugars and cream, just like Sienna's. What a match we are!
I sip my coffee and remember the text message that I had from The Voyeur earlier today.
"Please reply yes to confirm the Sunday appointment at four pm."
I typed back a “yes” to confirm the appointment earlier today. I can remember the large grin that was on my face when she asked me about that.
I wonder what Sienna had planned for us there? I've never taken a look at their menus and the not knowing intrigues me. I won't mention it to her because that would be unfair. It must have taken her a lot of courage to book in for a menu idea.
I wondered about her sex life before she met me. Had she been cheeky? Or dangerous? Maybe I was her first real adventurous experience with sex and pleasure. I hoped that I was. I intended to make Sienna my overall pastime for a long time to come yet.
How lovely my Sunday afternoon would be, unless I am going to be tortured in some way. Oh shit! Being in pain really isn't my thing.
Promises by Him Book 6
JONATHAN
After a relaxing day, Stephen has just dropped Sienna home and we'll be together again at four tomorrow. She told me we're going to the club to see a show. I played along and hoped she didn't notice my face because I got the text from the club. I had tried to act surprised about it when she told me.
I must admit, I'm still not sure what will happen and I am certain Sienna will not do anything I wouldn't like. She is so hot. This morning she walked around naked for an hour because she felt relaxed and I asked her to stay that way. Her dimples crinkled up around her nose as she had winked at me.
"Jonathan Ellis, you really are very naughty."
I sit in the kitchen and I place my thoughts on Sienna. To the fact that she loves me, and the fact that I also love her. I love everything about her and I feel like I need her, but there is something I need to tell her after the Sunday thing.
I'll let it play out and then I am going to have to be exceptionally honest about my needs, so she knows that I have to add it to our relationship. I hope she will understand because it will be a big ask.
The coffee I've brewed smells like Heaven and I think of Sienna again. Every pleasure, every ounce of anything good reminds me of her.
My phone is ringing blatantly on the kitchen’s counter.
"Hello, Jonathan speaking."
"Hello, Jonathan it is David. David Beecham, here. You left a message on my machine regarding the discreet advertisement."
"Yes Hi. Are you the agent or..."
"No, it's me. You'll deal with directly. Open your email because the pictures you requested are there."
I go to my computer just down the hall. David has sent lots of great pictures and I am happy with them.
"Thanks, David. So, Monday night we'll meet then. Seven pm at Al Fresco's in the city."
"Yes, I look forward to it. The payment is twelve fifty and then it goes down to a grand if you want the same service again."
"Thanks, see you on Monday at seven."
I like the pictures that he sent. It's exactly what I'm after. I can't wait to see him and finish the transaction on Monday night. It will be fantastic.
The shower calls my name and I hope I can use the day to work out and then watch some old westerns. It's been a while since I let John Wayne entertain me. I'm so excited about Monday now. I hope Sienna loves it, it will be a really awesome surprise for her.
Now, let's find the DVD I was up to.
"There you are."
The shower feels amazing as I let myself get warm under the jets. I think of Sienna and imagine that she is masturbating. Her legs are open and her finger teases the outside of her pus
sy. She is completely naked and her full breasts send me over the edge as she squeezes them and wets her nipples with her saliva.
I pick up the soap and use it to soap up my hand before pulling on the shaft of my cock as I see Sienna in my mind’s eye. I imagine it is her pussy as I play, and my hand movements quicken over my cock.
"Ah, ah!"
Fuck, it feels good. I tighten the grip and manoeuvre the strokes so they hold the top of my cock as if her pussy was sliding up and off, and then back on again. I can only bear it for a minute and then I concentrate on my shaft.
I like to jerk off and think of Sienna because it makes the orgasm so much more intense. I used to look at porn magazines and pull to them, but Sienna is so much more than pictures of women I've never met. Sienna has the sweetest pussy and the hungriest eyes. She is addicted to me. And I am definitely addicted to her.
Her pussy feels as if it is going up and down on my cock, with the soap masquerading as her juices.
"Oh fuck, yes…"
I continue pulling on my shaft and speed up the movement of my firm grip. I imagine that I can suck her nipples while she sits on me and faces me, fucking me wildly.
My cum goes up and all over the wall of the glass shower screen. I imagine how good it would look on Sienna's breasts. I can still feel the sensation of my orgasm wrench over me in intensity. I am just too addicted to her.
SIENNA
Jenna is out and I am glad for the time alone. However, there are plates and cups and clothes strewn all over the dorm. It looks like she has become a social butterfly and has been too exhausted to clean our place. Shit!
Actually, I need to go to the laundromat and do some washing because my normal routine has been completely out of whack. Before I go, I'd better get out the cleaning products because our dorm is starting to look like some kind of science experiment!
Jenna, I love you, but this has seriously gotten out of hand. I mean even just putting the plates in to soak would not have been that hard, surely.
Jenna blasts in, "Hey Siena. How are you? I've got to run, I'm meeting Juan."
"Hey. I'll be cleaning our dorm room. I hope he's handsome this Juan guy!" I say smiling.
"Oh yeah, he is the sexiest guy I've ever seen. Oh, he's like a supermodel. Sorry about the state of the place."
Jenna grabs her overnight bag and runs out the door with a wave.
"Have fun!" I belt out, as she closes the door.
"Love you, babe,” she calls out.
I continue scouting the room and find way too many clothes that Jenna has strewn around. I feel kind of bad for not being around so I place her clothes and mine in a bag to take them all to the laundromat.
As I wipe everything down, my mind closes in on Jonathan. Will he be okay with the lesbian thing? I hope so. I know watching turns him on so I'll go through with it. He will tell me immediately if he doesn't like it. I know he'll stop it straight away.
Mmm, I am looking forward to the whole thing with Brigitte. She will be beautiful and I have always been a little bi-curious, so it feels right.
The laundromat is only half full which means I will only be waiting for two hours instead of three. It totally sucks when there are no machines free.
I sit and look around. I still don't recognize many faces on campus. I've been here two years and everyone looks new. Maybe it's because all I've ever done is go to the lectures and then go to the dorm to study. It's weird, not knowing many people. I guess being away from home is not what it's cracked up to be. I dare say I would have been extremely lonely if it wasn't for Jonathan. I am so glad I've met him.
I look at the young couple sitting on the other side of the room. They look really cute kissing and fondling each other. She has a long ponytail and wears jeans and a striped t-shirt. He is whispering to her to stop because his cock is getting hard in his shorts.
It is funny watching couples now. A year ago, I would have been jealous that it wasn't me or all self-righteous that they shouldn't behave that way in public. Probably self-righteous would have been my take, I think.
But I understood it all now. I was in love and addicted to Jonathan. He was my everything and I wanted to please him. It was why I booked the club on Sunday and it was why I'd let him do everything he'd done to me. In ways and places that would never have been acceptable in a ‘normal’ relationship.
When you were addicted to sex and to someone, it was nearly impossible to stop the behavior. I mean, I had never been addicted to sex or had the need for promiscuity like Jonathan. However, now, I was sure that I was addicted to him... to pleasing him.
It's what kept him going. Having me, watching me, imagining me. It kept everything normal for him. Much research had been done on sex addiction and there was not much you could do to help someone like him. It was a part of their day to day existence. I loved it in Jonathan. It made me feel wanted knowing that he had to have me.
We had crossed the lines on so many levels really. We'd done it in public, at his work, on camera… and he was my boss, to top it all off. We had even been to the club and lived out his fantasies a few times.
Now that I think of it, being involved with Jonathan would be a very active lifestyle. He needed to watch me, to fuck me and to fondle me. He needed all of it, and it was a part of his world. It would be me that would have to be fucked and fondled and watched. Even when I was tired, or exhausted or studying. My whole world was different now that I'd met him. Jonathan was a man with needs, and a desire to fulfil them with me. It would be the best relationship I could have asked for. Being desired was my dream.
My mind imagined me living in a loveless marriage with a man that expected dinner on the table and his shirts ironed well for work the next day. I couldn't cope being in a marriage that was without desire or passion.
Many women could have tolerated such a thing, but not me. I look at the washing machine and it has finished its long cycle. I place all the clothes into the dryer and watch the young couple walk out holding hands.
I wondered if they would go and fuck each other madly behind a few bushes, just because they had to have each other. It was like that for Jonathan and me, and we couldn't do it. I loved the desire and the passion of it all.
I thought about how turned on he'd be tomorrow in the lesbian fantasy. I couldn't wait to let him watch Brigitte and me. She would know how to start it and I would be her willing participant, so Jonathan could see us and be the voyeur that he loved to be. I would put on a show and cock tease him so he would never forget it. When he was alone, he would be able to masturbate, and think about the lesbian scene with me in it, for his benefit.
Okay, I’ll just put the washing away when I get back to the dorm and watch some porn on my phone to get an idea of what lesbians did. It would need to look good and the research would be fun. I may have to use my unsuspecting dildo if it gets really good. Oh, Sienna. You're such a naughty girl!
JONATHAN
Stephen and I leave at quarter to three and Sienna is going to be ready for the "show" at the club. I mean, maybe it is a show and some dinner. It could be, but my imagination takes hold and I know that whatever it is will be very erotic and sensual.
I have placed a G-string on to get in the mood and I wear a shirt and some nice jeans. I am grateful that Sienna has planned this because I am ready for action, today, whatever it may be.
The rain pours down and the air is filled with possibility as we get to her dorm. She waits under the veranda and wears a long, leopard skin jacket with high heels and stockings. Her hair is up in a braid and her makeup is done perfectly to accentuate her gorgeous, green eyes.
Stephen takes an umbrella and runs her to the Mercedes-Benz. I am met with a smile as Sienna thanks Stephen and looks at me.
"You look beautiful, Sienna."
"Thank you. You look damn fine yourself!"
She kisses my neck and I try to hold myself back. My tongue ends up halfway down her throat as I pull her head into mine.
"Okay,
you'll have to be patient now. We're nearly there," she says, pulling away and winking at me.
Stephen pulls us in close to the entrance. It is weird to be here on a weekend, but I feel very curious now.
The rain is only spitting as we hold hands and go inside. We are greeted with a champagne and by Lucy, who normally hosts the shows.
"Hello, Sienna and Jonathan. Sienna, please go with your drink down the hall while Jonathan waits here."
I am definitely excited by all the attention and I sit and enjoy the Latino music and watch the stage where the dancers practice their choreography for the shows. There are about twelve of them, in leotards for the women and the males wear tight shorts.
The choreographer continues, "Five, six, seven and eight. And one and two and three and four. Great Charmaine, push those hips, Yolanda!"
I am taken by their unbelievable ability to dance and look sexy at the same time. They work exceptionally hard to get it right.
Lucy is behind the bar and smiles at the dancers while she polishes glassware. She picks up the phone when it rings, and then looks at me.
"Go down the hall, Jonathan. Go to room one."
I have managed to finish my drink so I place it down on the bar. I get up and walk past the red doors. I know there are thirty but I have never been up past my usual. Number eighteen. All of the doors are open and some are being set up for the night by staff that move the furniture around and clean the floors.
I continue up to the top of the hallway and there is a large, pink door that has a "1" on it. I can smell perfume and a hint of leather as I open the door.
The room is dimly lit with a bed to the left and a glass window that spans the room's width. It is double the size of our red room. There is a sofa chair sitting beside a sleek, black table. A glass of champagne is poured and bubbling, waiting for my arrival.
The window is lit up and has a large bed with a beautiful satin spread falling over it.
"Sit down. Welcome, Jonathan," says a woman's voice over the PA.
I do as I'm told and I feel very relaxed as Sienna walks out in a leather leotard. She can't see me because it's dark where I am. Her stockings are fishnet and her hair is down and falling beautifully over her breasts.
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