Carol (Carol Schmidt Series)

by Cook, Lori

  As they stood there, Carol smiled at the thought of the Cardinal, who she knew would now be waiting for her in a hotel several miles away. They were a great team, and there was a very good reason for that: the Cardinal knew that he should only ever ask her to seduce the kind of men that genuinely turned her on. It was an understanding they’d reached over the years, and it had served them both well.

  This policy had one advantage in particular. Every man she seduced immediately sensed that she wanted them. Her desire was impossible to hide, because it was real. Whatever she said or did, an encounter with Carol Schmidt (or Denvers, or Smith...) was as about as special and awe-inspiring as a man could wish for, because it was the real deal. Until, of course, it was over. Then it was a different matter.

  So now, with his body pushing into hers and her nipples hardening beneath his fingers, she gurgled with pleasure, tilted her head upward, and let the hot water crash into her grinning face.

  Before long his stiffened cock was sliding up between her butt cheeks, which were still slippery with soap. She could feel the top of his penis pressed firmly into the small of her back. She began to move her hips, gently at first, and he pushed his crotch harder against her, until her buttocks were massaging him. He was rock hard, moaning quietly to himself, letting her ass do the work, and knowing that his cock had never felt this good.

  She closed her eyes, loving the play of his fingers on her nipples, and the hot water on her as he jerked more and more urgently against her from behind. Spreading her legs slightly, she reached down between her legs and took his balls in her hand. It was enough to send him mad; she felt his mouth clamp tight against her shoulder, sucking the flesh, as if he was powerless, just waiting there for her to bring him off, all thoughts of fucking her having vanished from his mind; this was enough.

  She lurched forward, letting him ride her ass crack, his cock pointing upward, its hot end digging into her back harder and harder. The water now ran down her back and onto his penis, which went faster and faster, sliding up and down between her buttocks, his balls tight in her hand. His whole body was quivering, and they both knew he was on the verge. Yet they carried on, neither of them wanting it to end.

  His strokes got quicker, and his teeth bit her shoulder, not hard, more as if he was hanging on with his mouth, the rest of his body out of control. His hands were eagerly pawing at her tits, pulling hard on the nipples, then running against his palms. She could feel the taught, rubbery ends of each nipple rub and bobble against his skin, faster and faster as he brought himself to climax.

  When he came, he howled like a wolf. With short little jerks his cock jabbed up into her back, hot come running down the shaft and between her butt cheeks, then mixing with the water from the shower, which was all over them now. His scrotum tightened, but she held onto it, using the tips of her fingers to dig into the root of his cock as it exploded.

  They remained there, his penis still moving against her butt, but more slowly now, until she felt the rigidity fade away. He was hanging onto her, as if he might fall. With one last gentle squeeze of his balls she turned, gathered him in her arms, and kissed him hard on the lips, forcing her tongue way inside his mouth and keeping it there. He was gasping for air, but desperately kissing her back, their tongues like a couple of alligators wrestling, so eager that they were hurting each other.

  “That,” she said, having drawn her mouth away, so that they could both take a breath, “was for everything you’ve done for me.”

  She sent a hand down over his stomach and took his soft penis in her hand. She ran it between her fingers, drawing back the slippery foreskin and digging her nails carefully into the glans until he spasmed, eyes closed, biting his lip. “I want you to fuck me, Jerry,” she told him, very plainly, no theatricals. “And I want to do things to you. Tonight. I need you.”

  As she spoke, she pushed her hand down beneath his legs and gripped one of his buttocks hard. Then she moved her hand right into the cleft and ran her fingers up over his butt hole, pausing just a second and feeling the tight little ring retract, then up until his balls and cock were sitting beneath her hand. He was already getting hard again, not a hundred percent, but enough to play with.

  Suddenly he was kissing her, his hands up and down her back, grabbing her butt and fingering the soft flesh. Their faces were taking the full force of the shower’s jet, their hair plastered to their heads; but they hardly noticed, kissing like eager teenagers, teeth crashing into each other, and their hands all over.

  He was in heaven. And she, perhaps even more than usual, had forgotten that this was work.

  *

  “So,” she said, curled up next to him on a king-sized bed, both of them in large, white toweling robes, “I came to you because I needed some help with the money. And it turns out I don’t care about the money, all I care about this.”

  It was not clear what “this” meant, but as she kissed him she took his hand and guided it down to her sex, which was still moist from the shower, her neat little pad of dark pubes hot and soft to the touch.

  He tried to keep it slow, letting his fingers caress the outer ridges of her pussy, but he was having a hard time stopping himself from sliding them all the way inside her. She sensed his dilemma.

  Straddling him, she grabbed both his hands, pinning them with hers to the pillow on either side of his head.

  “Will you?” she said, shuffling up his torso, letting him feel the wetness of her sex on his belly, until she was sitting astride his chest, her legs wide apart. “Please.”

  She leant over him, letting her crotch hang in the air just in front of his mouth.

  He closed his eyes as she lowered herself down onto him. He let her move her sex against his lips, toying with him, letting him have only the briefest taste before she pulled it away. It was nice, but it didn’t last.

  A second later he struggled to free his hands and grabbed her ass cheeks so tight she thought his fingers were going to bruise the flesh. With all his strength he pulled her onto him, his mouth open wide, as if he was screaming.

  But it wasn’t a scream. Immediately he was devouring her as if he hadn’t eaten for a week, pulling her apart until her cheeks felt like they were going to split. He had her clit between his lips, flicking it fast with his tongue, making her buck with pleasure, but his hold on her ass so secure that she had no chance of writhing; she was held there about as firmly as anyone had ever held her, and he was slurping and lapping at her juices with a delight that she had rarely experienced before.

  Then he pushed his tongue deep inside, moving it up and down and stabbing the walls of her vagina with such power that she wondered if he had some magical dildo concealed inside his mouth. She was now spread wide, wet through and vulnerable, and he was running his tongue around the lips in big, slurping circles, hard and urgent, getting into every fold and hidden corner of her, and making a sort of drinking sound as if he was not going to stop until he’d swallowed every drop of her.

  Meanwhile, his hands were tearing her ass apart. But he knew exactly the limits, rubbing and gouging deep into the flesh without it ever becoming more than a fantastic butt-squeeze. From time to time he stabbed at her anus with a single finger. She loved it, wanted him to push on inside her right there. He didn’t, though; his hands were on autopilot, all his concentration was devoted to eating her sex, and her ass would have to wait. She was OK with that.

  Her hands were against the wall now, holding herself there as he took her quickly and inevitably toward ecstasy. She looked down, saw her tits hanging loose, just begging to be fondled, but no one there to do it.

  Then it came, a long, whole-body orgasm. A big, sudden flutter deep in her belly that escalated rapidly until it had ripped right through her, so debilitating that she felt as if she was going to piss herself. Now he eased his hold on her a little, letting her ride the waves of satisfaction, his mouth slackening off, panting as he lapped up the new flow of juices from her.

  There was a little m
oan from him as he tasted her once more, and his hands delved deeper into her butt crack. He held things steady a moment, taking time to breathe, just flicking her clit with his tongue as she rocked and quivered above him. Then it was back to it. This guy knew how to drive a girl on.

  “Oh, you’re good!” she whispered, then winced as he sucked so hard that for a second a sharp dagger of pain shot through her crotch and down into her ass. But it was only a second, after which he was licking her with manic speed, and she saw nothing but a red hot haze.

  The next thing she knew, she was curled up in a ball on the bed, her robe draped over her, and Jerry nowhere to be seen. The guy had actually made her pass out, such was the unbridled intensity of what he’d done to her. Yes, she could definitely live with this sort of treatment for a couple of days.

  A moment later he returned, a large tray in his hands.

  “Here,” he said. “I thought you might want a snack.”

  With a boyish glint in his eye, he settled down next to her on the bed. On the tray was a little half-bottle of champagne, a silver dish with a lid, a tub of cream cheese, and a pile of blinis.

  He lifted the lid. Glossy black caviar was sitting in its little tin, which was on a bed of ice. He popped the champagne and poured two glasses. Then, without a word, he got a blini, spread some cheese on it, loaded a little caviar on top, and fed it to her. He even wiped the smear of cream cheese from her lower lip.

  As she was indulging in the fresh, cold sensation of Beluga in her mouth, one of her very favorite things in the world, he leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips.

  He got himself a blini. She watched him, the careful attention to detail, the way he had of doing everything, measured and focused but so utterly natural. And she immediately knew why those old widows and spinsters had bought into him. He was completely at ease with himself, a picture of devout, serious masculinity. Not the most handsome guy she’d ever seen, but wholly convincing, and just a little bit mysterious. Class, you’d probably call it. If you didn’t know better.

  The best thing of all, though? He did it all without talking. He didn’t need to be constantly chatting, whether it was sex or eating blinis in bed. In such situations, men normally have to show how much they’re in charge, a constant stream of observations, opinions, judgments... Jesus, why do men do that? They have their red hot cock deep inside you, their face screwed up in agonizing and very evident pleasure, just seconds from an orgasm that’s gonna make their toes curl until they almost break, yet they have to tell you how good it is?

  Not Jerry Hobbs. He was the real deal, the strong silent type. Only, he was also a conman, and it was her job to make him pay.

  “OK,” she said, squirming with pleasure as she ate a second blini, “I guess we do need to mention that case of money from yesterday.” She giggled as he stuck his finger in the cream cheese then brought it to her mouth, letting her lick the finger clean.

  “It’s in the bank,” he said. “Took it first thing this morning. I have a receipt made out for you. Plus, I’ve written you a check for cash. You can draw on it anywhere in the world. It’ll take a while from a foreign bank, but, y’know...”

  “My cousin,” she interrupted. “I talked to him this morning. He had an idea. I mean, what do you think? He’s set me up an account at a bank in Panama City.”

  He nodded. “Sounds smart. You can wire the money there.”

  “That’s what I thought. An off-shore bank, that’s my best bet, right?”

  “Yep. You know what,” he said, taking a sip of champagne, and gazing down where her robe was falling apart, revealing the most perfect breasts he had ever seen, so beautiful that he felt a pang of guilt that so far he had paid them so little attention. “If your account’s all set up, we can send the money from here. Electronic transfer, right from my laptop. Your cash will be there instantly.”

  With an index finger he inched the robe further apart. “God, you’re fantastic.”

  “So are you,” she said. “I’m so grateful for your help. I want to repay you. In fact, I want to do something to you right now.”

  They kissed, slow and soft, creamy saliva mixing in their mouths. He was stiffening, his cock poking out from his robe, the foreskin halfway back, and the head a deep red, the tiny slit already glistening.

  She laid a hand on it and instantly several more drops of juice trickled down the shaft and onto her fingers. She brought the fingers to their mouths and together they licked them dry.

  Then, calmly and without any rush or shame, his erection already horizontal, he cleared the tray from the bed and let the robe fall to the floor.

  “What did you want to do to me?” he asked, as if he was genuinely curious. “I mean, I’m all yours.”

  She moved across the bed and sat on the end, with Jerry standing right in front of her.

  “I want to play a game,” she said, her face almost touching his penis. “Do you have neckties?”

  “You want to tie me up?” he said.

  “Both of us,” she said. “Get two.”

  He did as he was told.

  Returning with two silk ties, she ordered him to tie her wrists together in front of her. Then she told him to turn round, and she tied his wrists behind his back.

  “There,” she said. “We’re ready. Like the phones,” she said. “Hands-free.”

  He stood there, staring at his cock. It was quite thick, average length, and engorged to the full, every vein down its shaft bulging with blood, and the head swollen to an enticing shade of purple.

  She shuffled forward, her tied hands in her lap, and blew onto the tip of his penis. He gave a little involuntary shudder, and as he twisted on his feet, he realized that he wasn’t able to use his hands and arms to steady himself. Cautiously, then, he set his feet farther apart, and waited for her to take him in her mouth, eyes already closing, a smile on his face.

  But she didn’t. She remained there, breathing gently on him, and inhaling the faintly salty smell of cock. Again she blew on it, soft little gusts, some into his pubes, more down onto his balls. The cock jumped and fell fractionally with his pulse, but otherwise the only movement was at the very tip, where enough of his clear, fine juice had gathered to form a large drop.

  With the tip of her tongue she touched it, catching the drop. He opened an eye, amused at her playfulness, watching her as she studied his penis. She was waiting, it seemed, for more.

  And it wasn’t long before more came, because by now he was so stiff you could have hung a picture on his manhood. Another drop of clear liquid, and again she maneuvered it deftly onto her tongue, then swallowed it with an almost imperceptible murmur of pleasure.

  He sighed, closed his eyes, and let his head fall back on his neck: she was going to milk him, the dirty bitch was going to drink him dry. Hands-free. Without ever touching him, she was going to make him ejaculate. It was amazing. She was amazing.

  “I’m not going to touch you once,” she whispered, as if reading his thoughts. “I want to see you come.”

  Even as she said the words, his pelvis jerked forward. She bobbed to one side, instincts as sharp as a boxer, making sure there was no contact. When his cock settled again, there was another drop seeping from its opening, ready for her.

  “Move back a bit,” she said.

  He did as he was told, and she knelt in front of him on the floor, her tied hands now down between her legs. With a finger she applied a little pressure on her sex, letting the finger rest there, slipping inside just slightly, nothing more.

  Meanwhile, she gazed up at Jerry’s hard penis from below. There were a few thin, wispy hairs on his ball sack. She blew them, watching them moved. He spread his legs further still, bending his knees a touch then straightening them again. It was awkward, and he didn’t quite know how to position himself, but he was loving it, knowing that she was looking at him, at his pumped up tool standing there in all its glory. And it made him feel so horny that his cock ached deep down to its root, wher
e he’d never felt it ache before, at least not like this.

  By now there was more juice oozing from his little slit. It collected there, another transparent tear, and she only had to position her mouth underneath, then make the slightest contact with her tongue for it to fall.

  “Rules are,” she said, tasting his saltiness in her mouth, “you can’t touch each other. But you can touch yourself. Look, I’m fingering myself as I watch the blood running through your beautiful, stiff cock.”

  “Jesus,” he moaned, glancing down and seeing her hand pushed between her legs, down close to the carpet.

  “You know what I want, Jerry? I want your cock so hard that when I imagine you ramming it into me, it hurts.”

  By now she had two fingers in herself, rocking on her hand as she talked, and every now and then milking the droplets of juice from his penis with her tongue. And as he stood there, whimpering to himself, swimming in the weirdest kind of delight he had ever known, he was desperate for more, to feel himself inside her, just like she said, hard and fast. Only he didn’t want the hands-free to end either, didn’t want to break the rules. Because this just had to be the horniest thing he’d ever done.

  So, he started touching his own ass, straining to get his bound hands in a good position, then letting his fingers squeeze and caress his buttocks. His crotch was moving back and forth a little as he began pawing himself, finding the butt hole and using the tip of his index finger to tickle its tightness, surprising himself by how much he liked it.

  “Are you playing with yourself?” she asked, seeing how his face was beginning to contort with pleasure. “Naughty boy! See? You don’t need me at all. You can do it all on your own. Go on, I’m watching. You’re turning me on.”