“M-my turn?” Jezebel managed. Her heart jumped, then began to race, then launched into a samba, finishing off with an uptempo rendition of If I Had a Hammer.
“Yes. I require the hands on, sexual portion of your service,” Jack clarified.
“Oh,” Jezebel said. Here she was hoping he’d tie her up and enjoy her as much as he enjoyed Rapunzel. She’d wanted him to touch her, tease her, make love to her. Obviously she’d gotten carried away.
I’ll take whatever I can get in the short time I’m with him, even if it’s only in a professional capacity. He never needs to know how much I miss him.
Jezzy nodded, regaining her self-control. “I’m happy to help. Would you like me to test Rapunzel’s responsiveness while you watch?”
“Uh, sure,” Jack said. “I’d be okay with that.”
Jezebel dropped to her knees, her face between Rapunzel’s open thighs. The blond hair still covered her nudity like a curtain. The woman smelled as lovely as she looked, perfumed, yet with a musky scent that made Jezzy curious to taste.
“Wait,” Jack said. “This won’t do at all.”
Jezebel stopped, her fingers an inch from the tresses draped over Rapunzel’s folds. “What is it?”
“You can’t properly test her. Not this way.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” The thought that she’d made a mistake when this was supposed to be her specialty made Jezzy’s cheeks heat.
“It would be a much better test if you were naked, too.”
That didn’t make much sense, but Jez nodded anyway.
“But leave the boots,” Jack reminded. “Without them this story wouldn’t resemble the Puss in Boots fairytale at all.”
Jezebel took off the blouse, her bra, and her skirt, then stood in front of Jack, pussy in boots. “Is this better?”
“Oh, yes. But there’s one more thing.” Jack took hold of Jezebel’s hands and wrapped a silky shank of golden hair around her wrists, binding them in front of her.
Excitement shivered over Jezebel’s skin. As he tied, her arms pushed against the sides of her breasts, plumping them and tilting their tingling peaks upward.
“You like that, Jez?”
“I’m here to serve the client’s needs,” she said, ever the pro.
“Good.” Jack moved close to Rapunzel and smoothed her long hair back to reveal one naked breast then the other. Her mounds were full and heavy, her areolas a delicate pink. “Now I want you to lick Rapunzel’s nipples.”
Wrists bound, Jezzy stepped close to the blond beauty. She circled a stiff peak with her tongue, and a shiver shook Rapunzel. The shiver somehow spread to Jez.
“Now the other,” Jack said, his voice raspy. “Suck it into your mouth.”
Jezebel did, playing with the tight nub with her tongue while she sucked.
Rapunzel arched her back for more and moaned.
“Now rub your tits against hers, Jez. Nipple against nipple.”
Jezebel moved close. At the first touch of her sensitive peak to Rapunzel’s, a sensation zipped through her like that of a delicious shock. She moved against the blonde’s breasts, still slick from Jezzy’s mouth.
“Oh, yes.” Jack blew out a hard breath. “Now that’s responsive.”
Jezebel wanted to suggest that it would feel even better with his cock sliding between Rapunzel’s breasts, but she wasn’t sure it was her place.
Of course, that didn’t stop her imagination. Jez could almost feel his head gliding between the slick mounds, watching as it poked in an out, and she almost let out a moan.
“Now lick her pussy, Jez. I want to see if she’s as responsive to your tongue as I am.”
Jezebel lowered herself to her knees, and Jack opened the drape of Rapunzel’s hair to showcase…
“Whoa.” Jack said. “That’s one helluva bush.”
Indeed, the curly mounds springing up from Rapunzel’s loins were something out of a 1970s porno film. And the carpet did not match the curtains. Rather than golden silk, Rapunzel’s pubes were dark and kinky.
It almost looked like she had Jimi Hendrix sprouting between her legs.
“Can you find her pussy in there?” Jack asked, his voice tinged with concern. “Do you need a hairbrush? Scissors? A spotlight? A search party with bloodhounds?”
Jezebel used her tied hands to part the gigantic mound—seriously, it was like going down on a Chia Pet—and finally she saw a glimmer of pink hidden deep within. Jezzy brought her mouth to the center of Rapunzel’s thighs, the hair wisped against her in a caress.
She laid a fat lick along the seam of Rapunzel’s pussy lips, and the woman gave a shiver that seemed to shake the room. But Jezebel had only just gotten started.
She delved deeper, taking the excited nub into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, then sliding into her sensitive tunnel.
Rapunzel squirmed, raising her pelvis.
Jezebel eased up on the pressure.
The best oral sex was all about teasing, Jez knew. Teasing and coaxing and alternating firm pressure with a light touch.
Jezzy began a rhythm. Soft licks. Hard licks. Penetrating Rapunzel with her tongue. Avoiding her completely and licking her thighs and belly button.
“Make her beg for it, Jezzy,” Jack huffed.
She cast a sideways glance at her billionaire ex-boyfriend and saw he was stroking himself furiously.
“Beg me to lick you,” Jez said.
“Please!” Rapunzel gasped. “Please lick me harder.”
“Keep teasing her,” Jack said. “Don’t let her come yet.”
Jack’s orders were turning on Jezebel in a big way, but they seemed to incense Rapunzel, who was bucking and moaning and cursing in a way that would make George Carlin blush.
Seriously. Jez had never been called an “ass-banging monkey fuck whore bitch rhino slut” before. And while the foul language didn’t bother Jez, Jack seemed to really enjoy it. He was beating meat harder and faster than Rocky at the packing plant.
So Jez continued to tease, Rapunzel continued to gyrate and scream obscenities, and Jack continued to abuse himself so savagely Jez feared he might rub off his foreskin.
“All right!” Jack said, abruptly halting his self-gratification. “I’ve had enough!”
At first, Jezebel feared she’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry, Jack. Did I misunderstand what you—”
“Wanted? No. But now I want something else.”
“Anything. Just tell me—”
“What it is? Well, I’ll do that if you—”
“If I gave you the chance to finish?” Jezzy said.
“Yeah.” He grinned at her. “I need to try something for myself.”
Jack pulled Jezebel to her feet then fed the hair rope binding her hands through a hoop in the wall straight above her. As he stretched her hands above her head, the rough hairs of his chest ticked her breasts and nipples, making them tingle.
The feeling of the soft hair binding her wrists excited Jezebel, but having Jack stand so near to her, right in front of her, his face mere inches from hers, made her feel all melty and googly-eyed. Jez could sense her own heart beating in her wrists, in her neck, and thought she heard it above the blood now roaring through her ears.
Jack brought his hands down. He was so close, Jez could taste his breath in her open mouth. Her lips were parted, and her own breaths quickened, making her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poked forward, craving Jack’s mouth and tongue.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his cocoa eyes penetrating hers.
“Yes,” Jezebel breathed, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice, wanting him inside her again.
“Good.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers. “Very good.”
Jezzy caught herself leaning forward for a kiss.
But Jack leaned back, grinning. He brought the lock of hair between and around her, in a crisscross fashion, so that her breasts lifted and jutted forward. He then kneeled down, taking one of her nipples
between his lips. He moved his tongue over it, back and forth, back and forth, then nibbled ever so lightly.
Jezebel gasped in pleasure. She tried to arch her back, the hair restraining her movement. The heat of his mouth felt so amazing, Jez felt herself grow even more wet, hot honey slicking her folds.
Jack pulled back, watched her face with a smirk, then worked the lock of hair around one leg, winding it all the way down until he reached Jezzy’s ankle, pulling her leg far away from the other. He fed the hair through the hoop, wrapped it around the other ankle, and spread her legs wide.
Jezzy felt deliciously helpless. Similar to the pillory, but even more sexy because she was at Jack’s mercy, not Bo Peep’s. Her body hummed with excitement and anticipation of what Jack might do to her. What she hoped that he would do to her.
All in the name of therapy and matchmaking, of course, she reminded herself.
“Hey, you fucking elephant douchebag shit-lickers, did you fucking forget about me?” Rapunzel shook her whole body viciously, as if to remind them of her presence.
Jack stepped forward, standing in front of both Jezzy and Rapunzel. “Have you ever experienced edging, Rapunzel?”
“Like in sewing?” She asked. “I don’t wear clothes.”
“No, like in the Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland series. Alice experiences edging and orgasm denial. It’s a real turn-on.”
“What a coincidence! Those books are on my Kindle,” Rapunzel said. “I haven’t yet read them, but now I can’t wait!”
“Make sure you have a friend, real or battery-run, near you when you do.” Jack stepped forward. “Let me demonstrate.”
Jezebel gazed at Jack as he stepped in front of Rapunzel, brushed his lips lightly across hers, then trailed fevered kisses along her throat. He feathered his tongue over Rapunzel’s creamy breast, alternating between light kisses and little licks.
Rapunzel sighed, arching her back. “Oooooh.”
Jack sucked her nipple in between his lips, flicking his tongue over it, biting lightly down upon it and making Rapunzel cry out. She strained her hips forward, clearly wanting Jack to touch her most sensitive area.
Jack stepped back, smiling. His face was flushed, and his manhood stood straight out, twitching. His eyes roamed over Rapunzel’s lovely, curvaceous body, as if he were drinking her in. He moved forward once again and lightly stroked the basketball afro of Rapunzel’s mound.
He obviously finds her attractive. I always suspected he preferred blondes.
Jezebel felt her heart squeeze as she watched Jack enjoying Rapunzel’s body. But if she’s the one for him, then I’ve done it. I’ve succeeded. And Jack’s happiness is important to me.
Jezzy watched, becoming wetter, as Jack lightly slid two fingers over Rapunzel’s pussy. She moaned and pushed her pelvis forward stretching her restraints and sighing.
Jezebel could see how slick Rapunzel was becoming. Her juices were shining on Jack’s fingers as he gently stroked her, wispy movements, ever so lightly, up and down, then round and round.
“I think I like edging,” Rapunzel sighed.
Rapunzel tried to move her hips against Jack’s hand, but her hair cinched tightly limited her movements. She moaned. “Please, Jack. Devour me.”
“In good time,” Jack murmured. “You’re beautiful like this, Rapunzel. Helpless and pleading, and horny as hell. Not many visitors to this tower?”
“I have the occasional visitor, but they are very impatient. They just want to get in and out, for the most part.”
“That’s a shame. You deserve better.” Jack pressed his palm against Rapunzel’s sweet spot, making slow circles.
“Oh, my gosh!” Rapunzel cried, squeezing her eyes shut. “I think I’m going to… I’m going to…”
Jack withdrew his hand, now sliding it upward and cupping one of Rapunzel’s breasts while grazing his thumb back and forth over the pink little nipple.
“Uuuugh!” Rapunzel cried. “You dog-blowing ass-biting hippo scrotum! You’re teasing me worse than that fart-muncher Jezebel!”
“This is what edging is.”
“Then edging sucks the turds out of herpes pigeons!”
“You’ll thank me later.” Jack smiled, taking her nipple between his teeth and lightly pulling back.
As she watched Jack with Rapunzel, Jezzy felt her own folds swell, her clit protruding, as if Jack were stroking her, teasing her, bringing her to the edge yet not letting her go over. Jack flicked his tongue back and forth over Rapunzel’s nipple, then rolled his tongue over it as his fingers skimmed down her belly, gliding once again between her now shimmering folds. The slow up and down movements, and Rapunzel’s cries became louder as she squirmed against his fingers.
“I will fucking kill you and your whole fucking family with an axe if you don’t let me come, you dildo-breath son of a whore!”
Jack merely chuckled, moving to the other breast and sucking the nipple between his lips and his fingers pleasured Rapunzel’s secret pearl.
Jezebel felt so aroused, imagining it were her in Rapunzel’s place, that she was dangerously close to coming herself. Need stung her hard little nub, and she felt her hips moving forward, searching even for a stray strand of Rapunzel’s hair to caress her.
“Oh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!” Rapunzel’s voice became high with urgency.
Jack moved away from Rapunzel, grinning.
“Die you goat blowing thunder shit asshole!”
“Have you been treated for Tourette’s?” Jack asked Rapunzel. “I think we’ve gone past regular old dirty talk.”
“LET! ME! COME!”
“It’s edging. I’m denying you orgasm. Trust me. When you do come, it will be spectacular.”
“I’m going to take a chainsaw and stick it up your goddamn—”
Jack wrapped a lock of Rapunzel’s hair over her mouth and tied it there, effectively gagging her. Then he stared at Jezebel and moved in front of her.
“Your turn, Jez. Still have that self-control you showed me at the restaurant during your interview?”
Jezzy’s heartbeat quickened yet again as Jack stood so close to her. “Of course. I’m a professional.”
Jack leaned in and took her earlobe lightly between his teeth. His tongue moved over it as his breath warmed her ear, as if he were going to tell her a secret. The feeling of his breath was so intimate that Jezebel’s legs went weak.
He swept his tongue over her throat and the knelt before her, planting little licks and kisses over one breast, then the other, moving around the nipples.
Jezebel sighed, feeling his soft chest hair against her hot folds, tickling her sensitive, swollen clit. She gritted her teeth, trying not to show how aroused she already was.
“You can’t fool me, Jez. I know how much you like this. I’ve done it before. I know how you love to have your breasts licked and kissed, and how much you like this…” He moved lower, blowing a little puff of air over her.
The feeling of his breath on her folds aroused her madly. Of their own accord, her hips rolled forward, tightening the restraints on her wrists and around her breasts, squeezing them further.
Jack sat back on his heels, then stood, granting Jezebel a brief, much needed reprieve. “Rapunzel, you spend a lot of time alone in this tower. I imagine you have some interesting toys?”
Rapunzel screamed something unintelligible into her hair-gag, but her eyes turned toward a large wooden trunk next to the bed.
“May I?” Jack asked, walking over it.
“Mmphhmmmphhgrrrrr!”
“Thank you kindly.”
Jack opened the trunk and smiled widely. “Well, you certainly have a nice variety here. He pulled out a large penis-shaped dildo. “And it vibrates,” he said, switching it on.
Jack approached Rapunzel. “Let’s try the high setting.”
Rapunzel moaned, nodding profusely, trying to squirm forward against the hair that bound her.
Jezebel licked her lips as she watched Jack hold the
vibrator against one of Rapunzel’s nipples. As she arched her back and squirmed, Jack skipped the vibrator over her belly and pressed it, ever so lightly, against Rapunzel’s glistening pussy.
Rapunzel’s breaths became ragged gasps, and she began to buck.
“I don’t think so.”
He moved the dildo away. Rapunzel screamed in obvious frustration.
“I am thoroughly enjoying teasing you, lovely Rapunzel. I could do this for hours.”
Jezebel eyed Jack’s incredibly hard and erect cock as he teased Rapunzel with the vibrator. He moved his manhood between her legs and rubbed it back and forth several times as he held the vibrator against her sweet spot.
Rapunzel’s eyes rolled up and her lovely red lips parted as she cried out in pleasure.
Once again, Jack stepped back.
More high-decibel screaming. Jez wondered if there were any earplugs in the trunk.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jack asked her.
Rapunzel shook her head frantically.
Jack chuckled again. “That’s what I thought.”
Jezebel was now panting, imagining that Jack was holding the vibrating dildo against her and rubbing his manhood between her lips. Either pair. Desire sent tremors through her, and her legs began to quiver.
Jack leaned forward and kissed Rapunzel’s lips—the upper pair gagged with hair (though the lower pair were also gagged with hair)—so softly and with such obvious affection that watching it went straight through Jezebel.
Jezebel felt an odd mixture of envy, sadness, and scorching arousal as she watched them together. The chemistry between them was nothing short of combustible.
Then Jack removed Rapunzel’s hair gag and plowed his tongue into her mouth at the same moment he drove his manhood into her, the vibrator pressed firmly against her clit.
Rapunzel screamed into Jack’s cheeks, bellowing them out, becoming so loud, it was clear that she was about to erupt into orgasm.
Jezzy expected Jack to step back once again, but this time, he didn’t.
Rapunzel’s cries went on and on, and by the time she finished, Jezzy almost felt as if she’d had multiple orgasms right along with her.
Almost.
When Jack’s buttocks clenched with his climax and he emptied himself into Rapunzel, their hostess sagged against her restraints and finally STFU, obviously wrung out with exhaustion.
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