Things had been his and hers ever since.
The story established that Sophia wasn’t with Robert for his money since she had plenty of her own. She had already met Robert’s bitch ex-wife Kim at an Alzheimer’s banquet a month or so earlier, then his two children a couple of weeks after that. Sophia hated Kim, of course, but she had shared laughs, and an entire carton of ice cream with his kids.
Celeste and Brooke thought she was crazy for leaving, though in a good way. Celeste was genuinely happy, even though she was looking far and wide for a girl to replace her, and had told Sophia she’d never find a sweeter slit that she could ever love half as much. Brooke was so young and fuck hungry, and loved the variety of throbbing cock you could catch in your 20’s, that she couldn't imagine settling down for a while, but said all the right things to let Sophia know she was happy for, and supported her decision.
Sophia’s life with Robert was mostly quiet, rediscovering what love is, or what it could be, for the first time in a long while, or possibly forever. It was their first Valentine’s together, and Sophia had fallen asleep to Robert’s promise: “It’s not just our first Valentine’s Day together, my love, it’s a day we’ll never forget.”
Sophia gave Robert a kiss on his cheek, rough from three days without a razor, then slipped from bed, still naked, and crept to the kitchen to make the coffee.
She returned to Robert’s open eyes staring, first in hers, then to her pert and perfect tits, then down to her flat tummy and along her inner thighs, still cum crusted from the night before. “Happy Valentine’s,” he said.
“Happy Valentine’s!” Sophia set a tray with two cups of coffee, a bowl of cut strawberries and two chocolate-filled croissants next to him, then crawled into bed beside it. She didn’t know why she bothered. The tray was on the floor a moment later, and the coffee was cold when they got to it a half hour after that, after Robert’s cock was milked dry and Sophia’s swollen lips were leaking cum; her nipples rock hard and bright red, and both she and Robert were out of breath.
Robert excused himself, as he had three things he absolutely had to take care of this morning, tweaking a few more decimals so he had extra digits at the end of the year. Sophia showered, wondering if it was possible to be any happier, then took her time making herself pretty for a Valentine’s Day she knew she’d never forget.
Robert’s calls took longer than expected. He stepped from his office in the early afternoon with tired, yet still vibrant eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “I had to take that.”
Sophia smiled. “You’re always worth the wait.”
Robert took a quick shower, shaved, then slipped into a pair of wool slacks and a new shirt Sophia bought him for Valentine’s – mostly white with a hint of pink and red, that managed to look incredibly masculine, despite its flirt with feminine color.
They were out the door and in the black SL 24 minutes later.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Robert said.
Twenty minutes later, Robert was handing his key to the valet at the circular drive of The Broadway, Sophia’s favorite hotel in the city. The Broadway was beyond plush, it was the sort of hotel God would stay at if he ever decided to wander the Earth.
“Wow,” Sophia said. “The Broadway. Why here?” She hadn’t been to The Broadway since she quit, and hadn’t been there too much even when she had been working. The Broadway was ridiculously expensive, and not really the sort of place you booked for a one hour tryst, though one of Sophia’s old regulars regularly did.
“Because it’s your favorite and because you deserve it. Sure, we have privacy at my place. But here we have amazing food, and they’ll bring anything you want to the room. Besides,” he smiled, “I’m sure you’ve never done The Broadway like this before.”
Robert was right, Sophia had never done The Broadway anywhere close.
She gasped as the elevator opened to the top floor. The bellman nodded and smiled as they stepped into a small hallway, and walked toward a large beveled mirror, a set of gorgeous overstuffed chairs, a small table raining orchids, and a wall of glass which opened to an impossibly beautiful view of the city.
They opened the door and the view continued inside the most beautiful suite Sophia had ever seen, and she’d been in beautiful rooms all over the world. The view may not have matched the Aston Waikiki Sunset or the St. Regis Princeville, but the room itself was paradise.
It had the usual: an opulent living room with a window the size of a wall, so clear it looked like skyline was spilling in the room. To the right was the bedroom. There was a gorgeous cherry-colored bed with a cloud for a mattress and pillows piled with tiny chocolates. Off the bedroom was a marble bathroom with a heart shaped Jacuzzi, filled to the top and bubbling, the subtle scent of rosemary and mint mingling in the air.
Beyond the usual, the suite had the perfect mix of new and modern remodeling, amidst the antiquity of an old, established building Sophia adored. The room swam with flowers and there were rose petals everywhere. On the floor, in winding trails leading to the tub, and in thick blankets on top of the bed. The entire suite glowed from the flickering flames of the countless candles.
Sophia wondered if there’d been someone making sure the room was perfect right up to the very moment that Robert and Sophia opened the door to the luxurious suite.
Robert scooped her in his arms and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” as tears softened Sophia’s eyes. She’d never felt happier, safer, or more complete. He wiped her tears, then lay her on the bed and began to kiss her, starting at her eyelids, then moving to her forehead, nose and cheeks, before finally settling on her open, waiting mouth.
Sophia could feel his hard cock against her leg and felt the pulsing in her pussy starting to pound. She rubbed her body against him, wishing she was as naked as she had been when she’d opened her eyes that morning.
Robert knew what she was thinking.
He pulled from Sophia and slowly started to undress her, touching her lightly as he did. Every item removed was met with a caress or a light lapping from his tongue. Once Sophia was naked, he peeled off his own clothes and pressed his body against hers.
Robert suckled on her nipples as her head lulled back toward the headboard and she moaned in desire. Her pussy was hot and wet and hungry. Sophia wanted him, but she wanted to make the moment last even more.
She took his throbbing cock in her hand and held it. He moved his body, silently begging her to stroke him or suck him or pump him, but Sophia drew the moment like an elasticized note in the sexiest song.
Sophia pulled from Robert. “I want you to watch me,” she said.
He smiled, then crawled backward on the bed. Sophia pushed herself against the headboard and started fondling her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples, as she held Robert’s eyes and mouthed the words, “I love you.”
Her nipples were rock hard and at full attention. Sophia kept her left hand twisting as her right slithered between her legs, then up along the lines of her soaking wet slit.
Robert started stroking his cock.
Sophia was moaning, but managed to say, “Go slower.”
He slowed his stroking to the minimum speed needed to maintain sanity, as Sophia parted her lips, ran her middle finger up along her inner line, then plunged three fingers deep in her pussy, all the way to the hilt, then pulled them out and put them into Robert’s waiting mouth.
He groaned and said, “I need you NOW.”
Sophia said, “Almost.”
She was rubbing her slit with her shimmering fingers, faster and faster, her thighs glossy with juice. The only sounds in the opulent suite was the sloshing as Sophia’s swollen lips as she worked them with her right hand.
Robert was starting to stroke himself faster. Sophia moaned for him to stop.
“Please, Sophia! I need you now,” he pleaded.
Sophia answered by screaming. “I’m cumming!! I’m cumming!! I’m CUMMING!!!”
She shud
dered and shook and quickened her pace, curling her toes as the first of several orgasms erupted through her body.
“NOW,” she screamed.
Robert grabbed her, mid-orgasm, slapped her hands from her slit, then slid his dick inside her, and started thrusting, slow but deep. He was kissing her harder than he was fucking her. He pulled his mouth away and whispered, “I’ve never loved anyone more than you, and have never loved you more than I do right now.”
All Sophia could do was moan, and cry.
Robert made love to Sophia until he finally erupted inside her, then he slid from her soaking wet hole, put his mouth where his cock had been, and licked her slit to several more orgasms.
When they were again breathing as one, they exchanged more Happy Valentine’s Days and I love you’s, sipped champagne, and imagined the rest of their lives together, gathering the energy for round two, and every round after that.
XXX
Autumn and Sam
Autumn dashed from the shower to grab her cell, as it violently drummed on her nightstand. It was her boyfriend, Sam. It figured. For some reason, no one else seemed to ever call Autumn while she was naked, which was hysterical considering she made her money selling sex on the phone.
Sam’s text said: Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love YOU!
She felt a tingle at her twat, right where she knew Sam’s mouth would be licking at later, then sat on the bed and texted back.
Morning, Sammy! Same 2U. Can’t wait to FK you. 3 times for V-Day?
She waited a second for his text.
It’s 9:21. Did I catch you in shower?
Autumn laughed. He knew she’d be in the shower.
She texted: Yes...
He answered: Are you still naked?
Of course!
Are you wet?
Of course. I just came from shower.
He texted: Are you wet inside?
She answered: Every time you text me.
Go to bed. Rub your pussy and think of us tonight.
Already planning to!
Autumn texted her goodbye, dropped her towel on the floor, then sprawled on the bed so she could follow his orders. She lay on her stomach with her ass slightly in the air, her right hand snaking between her legs to rub her quickly swelling lips.
Her nipples were hard and her cunt already aching as she massaged her mound, slowly at first, but quickly gathered speed as she coated her fingers with homemade juices. Autumn came hard, then swung from the bed and grabbed her phone, and took a picture of her sopping inner thighs and glistening slit.
She sent the picture to Sam, then hopped back in the shower.
Autumn was planning to quickly rinse herself, but was still burning hot and horny. Apparently one orgasm wasn’t enough. “Well, happy fucking Valentine's Day to me!” she thought, slipping her fingers back inside her.
Autumn angled under the spray so that a steady jet splattered against her swollen slit. The hot water on her throbbing lips sent Autumn into an immediate orgasm. She added a third finger, then curled all three so she could stoke her G-Spot. Her knees buckled as her clit clenched around her knuckles, then she cried sharply, shuddering under the water.
When she stopped shaking, Autumn turned off the water, dried herself with a towel, then returned to her nightstand and picked up her phone.
Just FKd myself 3x in shower. Came all over place. Wish was on your face.
She smiled and waited.
But not for long.
How many x have you cum 2day?
Six.
Shit. You’re up by 5. One 4 me: cumming on your tits in my head.
Fuck, Autumn thought, if Sam didn’t stop, she’d be back in the shower, maybe with something from the crisper. She texted: Promise to cover me in cum 2nite?
Can’t wait. XXX
Sam was delivering flowers for Petal Faster, his cousin’s flower shop, known for carrying flowers with high petal counts, delivered quickly. Valentine’s was their busiest day of the year, of course. If Sam had really bludgeoned the beefsteak, he either did it at the flower shop, or tossed one off at 4:30 in the morning.
This was going to be a long fucking day.
This is going 2B a long fucking day.
I know.
I’ll leave you alone. Talk later. xxx
Autumn was a good girl for most of the day. She was busy, like all her friends. Her sister, Celeste, was an escort, as was her best friend Brooke. Two fine pieces of ass, who both liked to have their asses filled, like jelly in a donut.
Autumn could never do what they did, sell herself like that. No way. She loved dick; pussy, too, though not as much. But just because she loved something, didn’t mean she’d lower herself to suck it from the floor. Whoring was dirty. For her anyway. It worked well for Celeste and Brooke, and that was awesome. She was happy for them, and she sure as hell loved their stories, which were great for her writing.
Phone sex was good for her writing, too, but it was different: long distance with no contact. Just like writing. It went a long way to pay the bills, but it was boring as fuck, and nowhere near as exciting as it sounded. Calls only came through on a landline, like it was still fucking 2007. If Autumn wanted to block hours, she had to stay home and wait for the calls.
The lonely were always lonelier on Valentine’s. Autumn had voice acted six blow, one rim, and two hand jobs, two ass fuckings, two face sittings, and nine straight fuckings – all before she started to make her tomato and mozzarella sandwich for lunch.
She pulled the small jar of pesto mayonnaise from the fridge, set it on the counter, then thought of Sam. He had bought the mayo at Angelo’s when she said it was her favorite.
The memory was enough to make her break down and pick up the phone.
Hey.
Hey back.
Busy?
Duh.
You?
I’ve had gallons of cum already. None real. :)
LOL!! Then, I want 2 cover U in gallons of cum.
Yummy...
Have to go. At stop. Sorry!!! XXX
Autumn was horny and pouting when she texted Sam five minutes later:
If you jack off into a cup, I’ll dip my strawberries in your cream and eat them when you get here.
Five minutes passed before Sam answered back:
Pulled over. Jacking off right now.
Autumn’s pussy was pounding. She wanted to fuck Sam and fuck him hard. But it was barely afternoon and their reunion had hours to go.
She texted: Do you have a cup?
Using a shirt from trunk. Text me something dirty.
Autumn walked to the bed, thinking of something to text. Honesty was best, that was the key to good dirty talk. She could be nasty, but she should start with what she was actually feeling.
What she was actually feeling was that she missed him and wanted him NOW.
Autumn sat on the bed and pulled her panties down to her ankles, then texted Sam with her right thumb as she pet her pussy with her left.
I want U SO bad. I want 2 suk U and FK you and swllw U whole. I miss U. Not fair we can’t spend VDay 2gether.
What would you do if I was there?
Goddammit she wanted him.
What I’m doing now, but in front of U.
What are you doing?
Finger fucking myself. RU still jacking?
No.
Why not?
I’m driving.
Autumn’s head fell behind her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was nearing orgasm, unable to text. She dropped the phone and twisted her nipples as she plunged her fingers in her pussy for the umpteenth time that morning.
She wished the phone was on speaker. She wanted Sam to hear her scream, which she was doing loudly, in between her moans.
The phone started ringing in the other room, but Autumn ignored it.
There was a BLOOP! from her phone. Another text from Sam. She looked at the screen, mid-moan.
Still there?
A
utumn ignored both phones, flapping her lips with the flat of her palm, while furiously rubbing the nub up above. She screamed, shuddered to a stop, then picked up the phone.
Sorry. Had to orgasm.
Serious?
As a cumshot.
LOL!
The phone in the other room had died on its seventh ring, but was now ringing again. Autumn would have given anything to have Sam in the bed, but that was impossible and she had work to do. She pulled her panties back up, then texted Sam.
Gotta work.
I’m horny.
Me 2. Wish U were here.
What would you do to me?
Anything you want...
Promise?
Of course.
As soon as she pressed send, there was a loud knock. “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.” Sam’s voice cooed from the other side of the door.
She was going to send Sam a picture of her sopping wet pussy, now she didn’t have to. He could see it for himself. “Not by the hair on my freshly shaved twat,” she said, opening the door.
“I have a delivery for a Ms. Autumn Cole,” Sam said, staring at his clipboard, pretending to see if he got it right.
Autumn took the roses, set them on the counter, than swallowed Sam’s face.
He swept Autumn into his arms, kicked the door closed behind him, then carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. He flicked off his shoes and undid his pants, just as the phone started to ring.
“I don’t have long,” he said.
Autumn’s panties were already on the floor.
Sam looked at her swollen pussy, still sopping, both thighs glazed. She could tell he wanted to shove his face inside her, like he loved to do. But they only had time for quick and dirty.
“Later,” she said. Then added, “You did that to me. You can do it again. Right now I need you to fuck me, HARD AND FAST.”
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