“Um… this is the New Arcadia Academy Annual.” She peered at all the illustrious and creative people all around. “It is the event for writers and publishers to celebrate their craft.”
“Hm, I’m impressed. Not many of my escorts would have known that much.” Rood said with some surprise. “Do you by any chance like to read?”
“Oh, yes.” Doris suddenly felt very warm and comfortable. “I love to read.”
“Lovely.” He nodded absently as his gaze rested on the high stage at the end of the hall. “They will announce the ‘writer of the year’ award tonight. Would that be me?”
“Oh, yes… you should be… it would be marvelous.” Doris looked up at him in awe.
“Not so much. It’s Nesmir Christie they are presenting it to.” Rood shook his head in resignation. “It’s predetermined, and all of this is just hype.”
“Oh, they are so wrong.” Doris surprised herself with her confidence. “Your writing is far superior to Christie’s.”
“You know of my writing…?” Rood looked at her in astonishment.
“Oh yes, I do. I’ve read all of your books.” Doris felt the heat of excitement rising behind her ears. “Why at the library I work has…”
“Library?” Rood looked at her intently. “You… work in a library?”
“Oh… er, I mean…” Doris blushed red. “I mean… I do this part time…”
“Ha! But you said this is your first time at this earlier….” Rood laughed aloud. “So the Library job isn’t all that lucrative…”
“I might lose that job.” She looked away, fighting back tears. “The only job I had for the last twelve years.”
“Wow!” Rood looked amused. “You know, Doris… you’re the most interesting escort I have ever had. And the most beautiful...”
“What? Me! You can’t be…” Doris blushed furiously. “You’re a famous writer, and I’m just a nobody.”
“Oh, no. Miss Weston.” Rood put his hand on her shoulder. “You are not a Nobody. You are a fan of John Rood. You are my fan, perhaps my greatest fan.”
Doris felt so elated, never had she though she could feel so comfortable with a man in her life. There was so much she wanted to tell him but she understood that it was the wine making her so bold. She decided to calm down and let him do most of the talking.
“Come, I’m getting bored of this place.” Rood offered her his arm. “I’ve a permanent reservation in the penthouse here… and I’m hungry.”
Doris nodded, a little unsteadily, and composed herself. She took his arm and tried to walk beside him the way Jessica showed her; head held high, with balanced and self-assured strides. Instead she shuffled and stumbled, not so adept at wearing gowns and shoes like she was that night, as well as drinking all that rich and heady wine. She giggled into her palm, making Rood look at her in amusement.
A quick elevator ride up and she was sitting with the world renowned writer at a very private table in his own private terrace penthouse the hotel reserved for him. The meal was quite exotic and to die for, and the wine couldn’t get any better. Rood seemed fixated on her, as most of the conversation centered on her and the interest she had in books, namely his books.
“I really find this quite amusing to believe.” Rood was laughing, his face quite exuberant from all that wine. “That you, a librarian, moonlighting as an escort, an avid fan of my work, is on a professional date with me… I’ve never had this experience before, from any of the escorts I hired.”
“It’s rather strange for me too.” She laughed along with him, emboldened by the wine. “I would have never dreamt of even meeting you in a book signing convention, let alone being on a date with you… my first try at this, and… wow!”
“The situational set up sort of reminds me of some of my very early work,” Rood shook his head. “When I was struggling to make it in this competitive business of writing.”
“Oh, would I have read any of them?”
“Don’t think so, I wrote them under a pseudonym, and they weren’t what one would label works of literary accomplishment… a far, far cry from what I do today.”
“Could you tell me about those books.” She looked at him eagerly. “I’d like to read them, if I may.”
“Of course, you can read them anytime.” The tall writer nodded, and then added with a laugh. “But I fear you may not be a fan of my work any more after that.”
“Oh, that’s impossible.” She shook her head adamantly. “I can never stop being a fan of yours.”
“Alright then, those books I wrote, almost ten years ago now… go by the lead character’s name for salability. To name some of them… Beryl Beaver, Fanny Firth, Joana Moaner… that sort of thing.”
Doris stared at him with open mouthed silence for a while. A rush of thoughts clouded her head but none of them found a way down to her vocal chords. She felt a numbness creep all over her, like ice crystals forming over the surface of a lake.
“Oh no, that look on your face.” Rood stared back at her with a bemused smile. “That look tells me you have read those books… or some of them.”
“Uh, I… I…” Doris stammered; her mind at odds between being delighted and disturbed.
Never would she have ever believed that John Rood, her favorite writer for so many years would have also written those racy tales she had so recently discovered and become an addict of. But then this was perfect, in its bizarre outlandish way. It seemed everything was converging, coming to one central point, all at once right there and right then, in this life that she was getting so fed up of living.
“Well, which ones have you read?” The author pressed. “And what did you think of them?”
“Um, well, John…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve never… ever considered confessing to anyone, about my recent fascination for erotica… but it… I mean, this… this, whatever it is that is happening now… I’m beginning to see… or… oh, my god… I don’t know what the hell I’m saying… I don’t know what I am even thinking… my mind’s so fucked up now… Ohmigod, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have said that…”
“Hey, Doris… you need to relax, calm down.” Rood’s voice was a soothing salve. “It’s okay, I swear all the time too… I wrote smut a lot, I love reading them as well. You don’t have to feel embarrassed or ashamed of what you like to do. It’s your life, dear Doris, take charge and get what you want done.”
“Oh, this… this is so insane.” She blubbered. “I never imagined you’d be so… I mean, you’re a celebrity…”
“And I’m also just a normal person, the same as you are.” He leaned in and lifted her chin to make her look at him. “And I never stop at getting what I want, that’s why I could make my life what it is today.”
“Yes, you are… such an inspiring person.” Her eyes brimmed with tears, of relief and joy.
“Well, if you say so.” He had that devilish grin again. “And right now, I think I know what I want… and I want you. To hell with the policy of this non-intimacy bullshit. It’s my money, my rules.”
“What?” She felt a surge, like an electric shock, go all through her. “What are you saying, J-John?”
“I’m saying, you have had my blood on boil ever since I met you, Doris… and then seeing that you are everything I like in a companion and not some decoration to carry on my arm is getting me more worked up than anything ever has.”
“You mean… you like me?” She couldn’t believe her own ears.
“Hell, I’m practically in love with you right now.” He looked into her eyes directly.
“Oh!” Her heart was literally going to jump out of her mouth.
“If you desire, lovely Doris, we could make this into a real date… and I’m not saying this to get into your pants. I never do this… but you, you’ve done something to me… you’ve ignited a passion in me… and I don’t want that fire to ever go out.”
“Oh, those lines are just what Pierre Philippe tells Fanny Firth in the first boo...
” She blurted, and then choked on her unbridled enthusiasm.
“I know, I wrote them.” He laughed and tapped the tip of her nose. “So it’s the Forbidden Escapades of Fanny Firth that you’ve read.”
“Uh, yes…” She nodded, not feeling embarrassed any longer. “I did... and I am… reading the third book now.”
“How do you find them?”
“Oh, they are wonderful, John… I never felt so good reading anything else.”
“And do you wish everything Fanny Firth does, you could too?” His grin sent a chill down her back, but it felt good.
“Oh, all the time.” She blurted before she could stop herself.
“Then let’s make your wish come true, sweet Doris.” He stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet.
“Oh, but John…?” She swallowed hard as her body pressed against his.
“I want you, Doris… and I can see you want me too.” Rood sounded more serious than he had all evening. “But say the word and I will let you go…”
She looked away, her mind a jumbled mess of emotional and rational synapses waging war. Her body was more than willing, her mind somewhat reluctant. Those stories fuelled her imagination, threatening to tip the balance in favor of doing the unthinkable. She looked back at him and bit her full lower lip. “I want you, John…” She breathed apprehensively. “I… I do. But where can we go…”
“Here and now.” He said and lowered his mouth over hers. “No one will bother us; they can’t afford to lose my custom.”
He drew her in close, and music seemed to fill her senses. The power of his well-built chest and arms gave her a sense of safety and protection. His breath was rich and sweet from the wine, and the muskiness of his expensive cologne made her head spin. She had to hold on to him tightly to stay upright.
“Doris…” His voice was a lustful growl and his keen eyes were aflame with desire. His hungry mouth closed over hers and their tongues met. The sensation sent a jolt all through her, making a strange feeling tug at her lower belly. A pleasurable throb began to pulse between her thighs. The heat of his breath made her dizzy, and her heart paced with the beating of his. She could feel his unbridled arousal, rising, throbbing, and pushing out at her. Doris closed her eyes, imagining what Fanny Firth would do.
Doris did a Fanny and reached down, her searching hand found the hard bulge over his pants. She heard his grunt of pleasure at her delicate touch. His hands caressed over her back and roamed freely from her neck to her buttocks. She let her inhibitions die and welcomed his touch, even craved for his caress, she wanted him so much. This was it, the turning point of her life and there was no way back. Doris had wasted her life long enough. She was going to make this a day to remember forever, even if it was just the one time she ever go to do this.
Her innocent fingers fumbled around his belt buckle as her heightened breath came in frantic and ragged gasps. He laughed softly and gave her a hand in undoing his belt and buttons. Rood’s erection rose to meet her, throbbing with more intensity than anything she had read of. She closed her eyes imagining what Fanny Firth would do. Grabbing the thick pulsing shaft with both hands, Doris drank into its pulsing heat, reveling at the passion filling her heart.
“Yes, Doris!” Rood groaned. “That bad boy is all yours tonight.”
She felt a chill as he skillfully undid her blouse and bra in one quick motion. His seemingly experienced hands were all over her bare upper body, sending electrical impulses throughout her being. He pulled away her skirt and took her wet panties off next, then had her lying down on the plush sofa in the terrace penthouse. He yanked off his tuxedo jacket, crisp white shirt and underwear all at once, and as naked as she was, he knelt down over her. His hands caressed her super-sensitive skin, making her whimper. She moaned and jerked up at the sensation of his hungry kisses on her erect nipples. Her eyes darted passionately down at his surging erection as he pushed her legs up and spread them apart.
“Oh, John…” Her eyes were wide with fright. “I’ve never been… I mean, I’m a virgin… go easy on me… please.”
“Doris, my darling.” Rood’s voice was a throaty rasp. “I must taste you... to make your hot pussy ready and wanting for my meatpole.”
“Oh, John!” She squealed as he pushed her slender thighs apart. “That’s Ervin Everett, from book two.”
“Yeah, he really gives Fanny the ramming she deserves.” Rood laughed. “Are you ready to get what she did?”
“Yes, John. Oh, yes!” She whimpered and bit her lower lip.
Her virgin pussy was open wide before a man’s leering eyes for the first time in her life. Rood’s salivating mouth inched ever closer making her heart pound harder against her chest. The anticipation of his mouth on her quivering vagina had her nerves more alive and on edge than ever before. She wet stiff and arched her back. Her hips pushed up by instinct to make her pussy rise to meet his descending face. His lips touched the rosy petals of her aching pussy. He sucked on them and then his snaking tongue slid along swollen labia lips. A shivering thrill wracked her body. Nerve endings came alive instantly, making her gasp out loud. His sharp teeth nibbled on her clitoris, sending a jerking shockwave all over her body. Her hands grasped his head, nails digging into his rich scalp and Doris cried out, releasing herself to the pleasures that she had willfully denied until then. Quivering waves of ecstasy blossomed all over her, making her lose control of her senses and babble incoherently.
Rood stuck a thick finger into her inflamed pussy lips, pushing against the flexible tension of her virginity. She cried out his name as his tongue twirled over her tender clitoris in indolent rings making her tremble with pleasure. She thrashed her head from side to side, wrapped up in a haze of gratifying sensations that she had never known before. An intense orgasm began to rise up within her, the kind she knew would eclipse whatever she had ever felt before all by herself reading those naughty yarns, yarns spun by the very man pleasuring her now.
“Oh, John.” Doris whimpered. “I can’t hold myself back any more… I’m going to… oh… oh… Oh, God!”
Rood grunted and intensified his efforts, setting her throbbing clit and quivering pussy aflame. She moaned loudly as mind numbing pleasure surged all over her. She grasped at the dense hair on his head tightly, her knuckles going white. Rood slipped one wet finger to her trembling butt hole and slowly inserted it in. Doris couldn’t control herself any longer and gave in to the release. She shrieked as her orgasm exploded in a shower of blossoming juices over Rood’s grinning face. Each shuddering eruption wracking her body made her see stars and galaxies. She shivered violently, yanking Rood’s hair as he kept slurping and kissing her swollen pussy and all over her trembling inner thighs. Her moans echoed around the private penthouse, she was lost in the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. And she wanted more.
“Oh, John…” She whispered amidst gasps. “I want you, John… I want to have you inside me… I need you to take me… now.”
“Doris, there’s nothing in this world that can stop me from doing that.” He smiled and kissed her navel.
His near foot long erection swayed over her, enticing her, reeling her in. She reached out for him, gently caressing his muscular legs and getting thrilled at the rippling strength in them. Her hands traced along his thick thighs to the base of his rock hard cock. She grasped it firmly and stroked it lovingly. His moans of pleasure gave her the encouragement she needed. Fanny Firth would be so proud of her now.
“Doris, my love.” Rood whispered sultrily. “I feel so privileged, you are a revelation… you’re my Fanny Firth come to life for me.”
“Oh, John… I love you so much.” She felt overwhelmed by the moment. She stretched her legs wide for him as the smoothness of his thick cockhead brushed against the opening of her virgin pussy. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and pulled his cock toward her. He grabbed her pliant hips and braced his knees, locking into position above her. Her mind did a few flips as the enormous pen
is pushed its way into her tight virgin hole. The defensive casing over her virginal opening stretched. Doris went stiff as the first pangs of pain lanced all through her. She fought her fears, quelled her panic, and determined her mind to go through with this as more pain lanced into her. She cried out as he pushed his thickness into her, one hard inch by one hard inch. Then he was all the way in and she gasped at the sensation of fullness she experienced. The intense throbbing of his cock inside had her belly and pussy doing the shimmy. The pain lessened and she enjoyed a pleasant warmth inside as she squeezed his erection with her overwhelming desire.
Suddenly her body relaxed and she convulsed violently as her second orgasm ripped through her. Her hands shivered, grasping at his thick chest hair. Her aching pussy constricted over his cock, clutching the hardness deep inside her. His hands were all over her feverish body, setting her on fire even as his voice soothed her with how much pleasure they were having. He groaned with each thrust of his hips against hers. Doris suddenly felt like she wanted this to last forever, praying for the moment to never end. She was even prepared to do everything he desired. Every single thing.
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