by Mia Moore
“Rebecca. You look very nice.” I stepped toward her, placed my hand on the small of her back and kissed her lips.
The fleeting look of surprise on her face was well worth my brashness. Score one for Sean.
“You’re on time. Good. I like that Sean.” Her voice was curt but the laughing lines at the outer corners of her eyes betrayed her manner.
“I’m punctual Ma’am. Glad you approve.” I turned to pay the cover charge for us, glad to be able to assert my masculinity in this small traditional gesture, before she had a chance to say or do anything.
The woman behind the counter touched the back of my hand for a moment when she handed the pen for me to sign in, openly flirting with me. Now why would that make me happy that Rebecca would see that?
I finished and turned to step beside Rebecca, once more placing my hand just above that glorious ass, to escort her into the bar area. Instead of some smartass comment she just smiled and walked by my side. Maybe this would be easier than I’d expected.
She gravitated to a small table with high chairs next to the brightly lit bar and glanced up at me. “I’ll have a vodka tonic. Make it a double, please.” Placing her hand on the table, she eased into the chair with feline grace, revealing strong shapely muscle in her thigh.
I edged in next to two men who were chatting about baseball. Really? You’re at a couples club and you’re acting like it’s a sports bar? I held up and finger to catch the bouncy red haired bartender’s attention. In a flash she had my order on the counter in front of her.
When I returned to the table Rebecca was scanning the dance floor and low tables bordering it. Her back was ramrod straight and her legs were crossed tightly. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she looked nervous or something. Maybe it was a cop thing though, checking out the situation or as I used to call it, a recon.
“Here you go, a double vodka tonic.” I placed the drinks on the table and moved one of the chairs closer to hers before taking a seat. “So this is your first time here? Is it what you expected?”
She took a large swallow of her drink and smiled at me.
“You should do that more often.”
“Do what? I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Smile. You’re drop dead gorgeous when you smile.”
A soft laugh, almost musical, erupted from her face that had deepened in color. “I bet you say that to all the cops who stop you.” Her hand left the table and brushed my thigh.
“No, just the ones I plan on fucking.” This time it was my hand that drifted to her thigh and stayed there.
“When does that happen and where? Surely not on the dance floor or here near the bar.” Her face was once again turned scanning the room.
“When you finish your drink, I’ll take you on the fifty cent tour. Except for you, it’ll cost more.” My hand edged up her thigh and I watched her eyes when she turned to face me.
If I’d had any thought that she would push my hand away they soon disappeared. In two large gulps her drink disappeared and her hand went to mine, edging it higher up and to the inside of her thigh. Fuck, the glory spot was only an inch away; I could feel her heat.
“Let’s go Soldier.” She eased off the chair and not waiting for me started walking by the dance floor.
I noticed men and women looking up and smiling as she passed them. If she was smiling, wearing the sexy dress and swaying her hips invitingly, it was no wonder. A guy who’d been at the club the first time I’d visited, who I’d chatted with, caught my eye and gave me the nod. I smiled and gave a small salute, two fingers to my forehead in acknowledgment.
Her back faced me as she stood in the locker area looking at the rows of metal cabinets. In two steps, my body pressed against her and I pushed her up against the locker, holding one of her hands in mine while immobilizing her shoulder and arm with my chest. Her cheek was against the cool metal and I swear for a moment she’d smiled.
“Didn’t they teach you any manners in the army? This isn’t the way to treat a lady.” Her voice was husky and low.
I snaked my free hand between the locker and her waist, down to the hem of her skirt, bunching it and pulling it higher. She wasn’t wearing panties but that didn’t surprise me. My fingers slid between her moist lips and I felt her body stiffen when I touched the button-like clit. “Turn-about is fair play in my world. If you want me to stop and continue the tour, you’ll have to say, please.”
Teasing her pussy, feeling her breathing become fast and shallow was making my cock hard against the firm round cheeks of her ass. It was all I could do to stop myself from undoing my zipper and fucking her hard when she thrust backward and rolled her ass against me.
OH FUCK! White hot pain in my instep was followed by her body turning, her face smiling insolently up at me. Her arms went around my neck and she gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I don’t say please to a man.”
“Yet. But you will with me.” My lips brushed softly against hers before I stepped back. “Let’s finish the tour, shall we?” I’d never had a woman so strong, fast and as determined to have the upper hand. If I fucked her, I’d have to be like a male tomcat biting the neck of the female to get her to hold still.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She pushed herself away from the locker and pulled the hem of her skirt down but not before I’d caught a glimpse of her shaven cleft.
When we stepped into the dimly lit play area, I watched her stroll around the room. It was early and there weren’t many couples in there yet. She stopped at a bed off to the side that had a curtain hanging, which could be closed for privacy. When she turned, her head was tilted, a smirk on her lips, eyes challenging me. I wanted to make her wait, to tease and torment her, but my feet were already moving.
The scene in the locker room had me fired up, walking a tightrope of lust and male pride and lust for her gorgeous bare ass was winning out.
My lips crushed hard against hers as my hands tore at her top, pulling it up over breasts flowing up from her black demi bra. Her fingers were scrambling at my belt buckle and then the snap and zipper. Our lips parted for a nano second when her top passed over her head. When we kissed again, her tongue licked my lips before dancing with mine. Her bra was undone now and my hands flew to grasp and knead the fullness of her breasts.
I felt the moan in her throat when my thumbnail scraped the pebbly surface of her nipple. Her hands were shoving my pants down my hips and grasped my cock when it was free of the fabric.
Her lips left mine and her breath was hot in my ear. “Oh my God…Take off the rest of your clothes. Hurry.” Now she unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and was pushing it off, while I almost kicked my shoes across the room in my haste to remove them.
My pants were off; my shirt flew over my head and she was lying naked on the clean white bed in front of me, her gaze never leaving my groin. Oh God, she spread her legs and drew them up to her chest, making her pussy an open target.
“Fuck me with that huge cock. I can’t wait to have THAT inside me.”
Mastering every ounce of self control I could muster, I knelt on the bed and leaned down to work on her pussy with my mouth. She was going to have to say please before I’d fuck her even if my balls turned blue and fell off.
With just the tip of my tongue, I gently licked the dark protruding bud of her clit and saw her raise her arm and place the back of her hand on her forehead. The small thrust of her pelvis into my mouth and her sigh urged me to flick my tongue faster. My fingers explored her thick lips to find her slick opening and pushed into her, curling upward to her G spot.
Her hips were grinding into my mouth as I fucked her with my fingers. I felt her shift to almost a sitting position, digging her talons into the flesh of my shoulders and back.
“I need your cock inside me when I come. Fuck me, now.” Her voice was guttural with lust.
“What do you say first?” I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked her softly, knowing that she had liked it more when I’d licked
hard. She fell back onto the surface of the bed and a sigh escaped her lips. C’mon Rebecca, just say it. I removed my fingers from inside her to try another tactic.
With just the ball of my finger I pressed against her anus while inserting my thumb into her cunt.
“Okay, okay…please. Just fuck me now.”
I released her clit from my mouth and rose to kneel between her legs and look down at her. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” My cock was in my hand rubbing along her furrow, edging closer to her opening. “Say it again.”
Her lips pressed together for a moment and her eyes closed. “Please fuck me.”
I pressed into her wet opening, slowly filling her while doing my best not to come. She was so hot and slick and the dark nipples on her full breasts was putting me over the edge but I had to control it.
I scooped her wrists into mine and placed them high on the mattress over her head while pumping harder into her sweet depths. “Look at me.”
Her dark eyes flashed up at me as I held her pinioned by my hand and my cock. Her hips rose to meet my thrusts and she shifted her legs so that the heels of her feet pressed into my ass. Her muscles tightened around my cock as her body bucked up, our pelvises grinding and pounding each other.
“Oh yes, fuck me soldier. Make me your bitch. Fuck me hard. Punish me.” Her eyes looking into mine had lost some of the focus and her lips were parted.
“Don’t come until I say you can. Do you understand Rebecca?” My other hand slithered in between our pelvises to find her clit. I pushed into her and stopped moving in order to back off from my orgasm that was imminent. “Squeeze my cock inside you.” My finger stroked the hard nub of her clit and I watched her eyes pleading silently with me.
“Come for me. Show me.” With short hard thrusts of my cock in her, I played with her clit and watched the muscles of her face soften, felt her heels tremble against my ass as her orgasm started.
Oh God…I couldn’t control it any longer. I arched into her, pumping quickly the lust and cum I’d held back. On and on I came, deep inside her tight, quivering body, lost in pleasure. With a few final thrusts I was drained and collapsed onto her soft body, releasing her hands and tracing a line down her side to the round globe of her ass with my hand.
“Fuck that was good.” My words disappeared into the soft scent of her hair as I turned to kiss her lips. This time when we kissed, it was gentle and slow, her hands softly caressing my back. I felt like I had tamed the tiger, now a kitten in my arms.
“You’ve got one hell of a cock soldier and you know how to use it.” Her voice was a whisper against my neck. “No wonder I saw you coming out of this club. You must be a big hit with all of the women here.”
I pulled my head back to look at her once more. Was she jealous? We’d just met and she had no right to stake any claim on me at this point. At this point? What the hell was I thinking? Women like Janice were more my type—blonde, softer around the edges and sex wasn’t a game of one up-man-ship. But I didn’t want Rebecca to think I was some Lothario. Why the hell should I care what she thinks?
“I’ve only been here a couple of times and only once did I have sex before this.” I rolled over onto my side facing her profile. She stared at the canopy overhead while my hand slid up to cup her breast.
“So, no wife or girlfriends?” Her words were crisp, like when I’d first met her.
“No Officer Crowe—single and free.”
“So far.” She rolled onto her side facing me, a grin on her lips and in her eyes. “Is there a limit on how long you can be in here?”
“Not that I know. Why?” Her answer was a long lingering kiss and her warm hand on my dick.
Chapter 15
]anice
It was too bad there hadn’t been time to get three guys lined up for Saturday but even so, while I tidied up the house and specifically the bedroom for Sean’s visit, I had to take two showers to cool down. Damian hadn’t been much help. When I’d suggested sex, even a quickie, he’d just smiled and told me to wait till tonight. Now, finishing the final touches to my make-up and hair, my hands and body were almost quivering thinking of what lay ahead.
A French Maid’s outfit! Damian had handed it to me at the last minute and told me to wear it tonight. It WAS sexy though with the low neckline and full skirt that barely covered my naked ass—the dark stockings and high heels were my idea. Another little twist to Damian’s fantasy of seeing another guy fuck me that made my pussy warm and full.
When I left the bathroom, my eyes opened wide to see Damian wearing a suit and tie putting a tray of hors d’oeuvres in the oven.
“For our guest, but you’re going to be the one serving.” He stood up and turned to face me, his gaze roaming from the white lace, half circle fasted to the top of my head to the dark stiletto shoes. There was a small smile on his face but aloofness in his self assured manner. “My maid looks very sexy. If you’re good tonight, perhaps my guest and I will show our gratitude.”
My Maid! Show our gratitude! Damian was really getting into this Master/maid fantasy. I lowered my gaze and bent my knee in a small curtsy. “Thank you Sir.”
He’d never mentioned role playing in the threesome he’d suggested. Wearing this revealing costume, and assuming the role of a sexy maid to my husband who was acting like a stranger, stimulated more than my imagination. How far would he take this and was Sean in on this as well?
My heart seemed to bounce in my chest when the doorbell rang. At a nod from Damian, I walked slowly by him, almost losing my balance when his fingers pinched my bare bottom. When I opened the door, the smile on Sean’s face disappeared as his jaw dropped. “Please come in, Sir.” I stepped back and lowered my gaze.
“Holy cow--what a hot outfit.” I felt his eyes appraising me as he stepped into the foyer. He was dressed in a military uniform, formal like Damian. So…he WAS in on this.
“Welcome to my home, Sean. Come in. What would you like to drink?” Damian was beside me but focusing all his attention on Sean.
What was I supposed to do now? This was so totally new, to be treated like a servant, ignored yet expected to be at the beck and call of two, strong, handsome men. For all my assertiveness in the business world, it was a liberating and exciting experience to assume this submissive role. And…Damian HAD said I would be rewarded if I served them well.
“A beer would be fine. You’ve got a nice home.” He followed Damian down the short hallway to the living room.
“Janice, bring Sean a beer and a vodka tonic for me.” The tone of his voice was matter of fact, like he was used to ordering me around. I felt warmth in my face as I hurried to the kitchen to obey.
When I entered the living room that I had carefully decorated over the years to create a comfortable elegance, Damian was seated in the wingback chair in the corner of the room while Sean was smuggled into the overstuffed brown leather sofa. I set the beer on the coffee table in front of Sean but could not resist looking into his light blue eyes and smiling at him. His eyes and lips returned my smile, yet there was more, an excitement.
I handed Damian his drink and stood next to his chair, watching his face. What would he do now?
“You approve of my choice of outfits for my maid?”
I watched Sean take a swallow of his drink and then nod.
“Personally, I think she’s wearing too many clothes. Take off your dress, my dear.” His dark eyes were crinkled at the corner betraying the stern tone of his voice. His fingers trailed lightly over the top of the lacy dark stocking.
Oh my God. My chest sucked in air and my wide eyes flashed at him. But a jolt of pleasure shot to my pussy at the thought. I would be almost naked, exposed to their whims and waiting for my sexual release. My fingers untied the ribbon at the bodice of the dress and loosened the laces before lifting the hem and pulling the dark, satiny fabric over my head.
“Now the bra.” Damian’s voice was casual.
My fingers were trembling, unhooking the clasp between my
breasts. There was coolness on my moist pussy and my nipples were pebbled and erect when the bra straps slipped off my shoulders. I had sex with both of these men this week and being naked in front of them should have been no big deal, but in this situation it was—especially since they were both fully dressed. I was naked, vulnerable and longing to be used, to be fucked hard.
There was a smoldering look in Sean’s eyes, his gaze never leaving my body, when he stood and walked to the centre of the room. His hand went to his zipper and scooped that hard and huge cock which had given me so much pleasure this week, from his pants. It stood straight out, the tip glistening with pre-come. I could hardly wait to have that inside me again.
He crooked his index finger, beckoning me over, while his other hand cupped the underside of that massive shaft, offering it to me.
In two short steps I stood in front of him watching his eyes. Would he fuck me? His hand on my shoulder pushing gently down was the silent command I waited for. I dropped to my knees and closed my hands around the thick girth of his cock, holding it like it was some kind of precious jewel. I leaned forward to lick the salty pre-come from the slit at the tip, swirling my tongue and spreading his arousal. My hands massaged him up and down while I licked from the tip to the base, lifting his shaft to kiss his tight balls.
His hands were in my hair, guiding me up and down and his breathing became faster. Damian had moved closer. When I glanced up, I saw that he held the camera, aiming the lens at my face as I sucked Sean. It was like I was in a porn film, stirring me to pull back, my mouth open, tongue extended and licking him like my life depended on it. Well, maybe not my life, but I’d been warned to make this good if I wanted them to fuck me. And oh boy, my pussy was dripping with longing for what I had in front of me.
“My turn.” Damian handed the camera to Sean and I heard the snick of a zipper being lowered before his cock brushed my cheek.
