Hers h-1

by Dawn Robertson

While I battle with myself, I start to eye his growing erection. It was impressive flaccid, but now that it is coming to life, it is unlike anything I have seen before. I am willing to bet, fully erect he has to be at least a full ten inches, if not more. And the girth. Holy shit. Will that even fit?

  “Stroke yourself. Jerk yourself off until you are ready to come.” I demand. I am not polite, or seductive. I want to see how long his impressive length will grow. I turn to the door, stealing my attention away from the man on my bed. I should walk away. It has already become too personal. Reaching down between my legs, I roll my fingers across my soaked panties, it has been so long, way too long. I need a release. I need a man. I need Levi. I slide my panties down until they fall onto the floor. I step out of them, bending over without bending my knees to pick them up. Giving Levi a full view of my smooth cunt. Without turning around, I know he is watching when I hear him gasp in delight.

  I pick them up, and toss them on the bed. I turn to watch his reaction, under my heavy lidded eyes. Without a beat he picks them up, lifts them right to his face and inhales deeply. So sexy.

  “You like that?” his attention is drawn back to my face. He is trying not to smile, so am I.

  “I want to taste you.” He speaks so seductively, he isn’t going to have to ask me a second time. Something about him breaks down my need for control, and I give in to his want, instead of taking my charge. “I think I can arrange that. Don’t stop jerking off.” I am stern as I watch his hand running up and down his gorgeous cock. Each vein, noticeable. His other hand cups his balls, tugging on them. He likes pain with his pleasure. Then I remember his request from earlier. Exactly what he likes.

  I open the bedroom closet, which houses all the kink toys I could ever imagine, or would personally want to use in my bedroom scenes. Hiding behind the door, I reach for the lone strap-on in the closet. The black leather strap forms to my ass perfectly. This isn’t the maiden voyage with my rubber cock, in fact I can’t count the number of times I have used it on Star, or hell, the number of times she has used it on me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and causes my clit to throb. I think I just may die if I don’t get off soon. Pulling a bottle of lube off the shelf, I make my way back to my waiting plaything.

  “You can stop stroking your cock now. It is time for me to play. His gaze rakes across my body and stops when he notices my seven inch rubber dick. “Holy fuck.” His eyes flash with hungry lust. “You, are a fucking Goddess.” He licks his lips, and raises up on his elbows. His words cause my stomach to churn.

  “Don’t get any thoughts just yet. First, you are going to lick my cunt until I come all over your face. Then I will think about fucking you. Depending on your performance. The better you do, the harder I will fuck you. Deal?” I unstrap the fake dick and crawl up his body. His arm snakes around my back to unclasp the bra I have left on. Such a brazen boy for someone who should be submitting to me, but it sparks something deep inside of me, is it desire? I push the warning bells into the back of my mind, where they will stay until I am done fucking for the night.

  His lips crash against mine in a urgent dance of need. I part my mouth, snaking my tongue into his so I can explore that perfect mouth before it explores my drenched cunt. His dick is rock hard between our meshing bodies. We continue to feast on each others mouths, he moves suddenly, and I am on my back pressed against the bed with his lean body hanging above me. His mouth breaks away from mine, but only to trail his tongue south. Every inch his mouth covers, my body flames with need.

  Stopping at my breasts, he pays extra special attention to each barbel clad nipple, teasing and tugging on them. I let a moan escape from my mouth, which further encourages him. Fuck his mouth is good. In one final movement, his tongue trails over my tattooed stomach and dives right between my aching folds.

  “What I wouldn’t do to trace every single line of these tattoos with my tongue.” His words take me off guard, but without missing a beat, he is lapping up my sweet cream and nibbling on my pearl. He is a master with his mouth, sucking and lapping like he is enjoying an ice cream cone. In no time flat I can feel myself teetering on the brink of explosion. Parting my pussy lips, he runs his skilled tongue in and out, fucking me with his mouth. Gentle flicks of his hot tongue tease my hard nub. He is barely making contact, but driving me wild. I claw at the duvet on the bed and dig the heels of my stilettos into the mattress. With one last suck on my clit, I explode. “Oh FUCK! Fuck. Fuck. Holy. Oh. My. God. FUCK!” I am loud enough to wake the dead, but it has been an eternity since I have someone go down on me with that kind of skill. My body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and my chest heaves like I ran a marathon.

  Looking down between my legs, I can see the look of satisfaction on his face which is covered in my juices, and now it is my turn to give him exactly what he wants. “Good boy,” I praise him. “You ready to get fucked?” My legs feel like jello, but I manage to get off the bed, and strap my fake cock back on. “More than you fucking know,” he says while licking my orgasm off his lips.

  “Bend over, feet on the floor and lean on the bed.” Without hesitation, he follows my orders. I grab the bottle of lube off the bed, and squirt it all over the plastic dick, coating it completely. With Levi in place, I lick up his spine, sending a shiver through his waiting body. Parting his ass cheeks, I squirt more lube onto his waiting hole, and position the tip at his back door. Instead of tensing up, his body is relaxed with ease, unlike any man I have ever seen get into this kind of kink. He is a pro, he expects every delicious little movement I will give him. “You ready, Levi?”

  He grunts, and I push in slowly. His strong arms fist the bed sheets, as I make my initial entrance. With little effort my dildo slips right in. This is not the first time he has done this. “You like that?” I croon to him. He takes a deep breath as the cock bottoms out in his ass before finally replying to me. “I never thought it could be this good. Doing it by myself will never be the same again.” He grunts again, followed by a sultry moan.

  I apply a bit more lube, pulling out and massaging it in before I slam back into him. The sensations of the strap-on rubbing on my clit is fantastic. Priming my body up for another orgasm. I pump into his ass quickly, trying to stay steady on my feet in these six inch heels. The only way I could fuck him was leaving them on. But damn if this isn’t hot I don’t know what is. I reach around, taking his cock in my hand, stroking it to meet my thrusts from behind. His deep moans turn into growls while I continue pumping his cock, and ass in an urgent rhythm.

  “FUCK!” He screams, and I can feel the cum shooting out of his dick, right onto my heels. “Oh SHIT! Fuck! Seven! Holy! You. Are. A. Fucking. God. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Pump my ass baby. Harder!” His screams of ecstasy ring through the room, and I give him exactly what he wants. Grabbing both of his hips, I slam into him from behind as he continues to empty his orgasm onto my feet.

  “You were a good boy, Levi. But now, you need to lick all that come off my shoes, then you are going to fuck me. I want to take that big cock for a ride.” I pull my dick out of his ass, and unstrap it, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. I stay in place, waiting for my directions to be followed. He falls to his knees on the floor and starts to lick his release off my stilettos.

  Nothing is more erotic than watching a man lick his own come off my feet. Maybe it is a kink of mine, but holy hell. I am ready to mount that gorgeous beast of a cock and ride it like Sea Biscuit.

  He licks the last teardrop of seed off my foot and I step out of the stilettos. “Climb up on the bed and stroke yourself hard for me. It is my turn.” Without hesitation he has his fist around his dick, jerking as if his life depended.

  It doesn’t take him long at all before his cock is standing at attention for me. Picking up a foil packet out of the nightstand drawer, I wonder if the condom is even going to roll down his long length. But, it will have to do.

  I rip the packet open with my teeth, crawling back onto the bed. I take his
beautiful dick in my mouth for one nice long deep throat, I open wide to accommodate the thickness, only making it half way down his shaft before it bumps the back of my throat. I slowly roll the latex down his throbbing erection. Perfection, absolute perfection, in the form of a dick. “You ready?” I ask. Moving up his body and resting my dripping pussy right onto his toned abs. “Oh, I am more than ready. I’ve been waiting to get that little cunt around my dick all night.” God I love it when guys talk dirty. His words vibrate all the way into my womb. I moved back just a bit, and he guides his thick cock into my primed cunt.

  “Oh. Fuck. You are big.” Big isn’t the word for it. I can feel him everywhere, as I slowly slide down his dick. I can feel every wall in my tiny cunt stretching to take his monster of a dick. The biggest cock I have ever had the pleasure of breaking me in two.

  But damn it feels good. I slowly start to rock my hips, while I continue adjusting to his size. My warm, tight folds ache as they stretch with pleasure of his cock.

  “You have the tightest pussy I have ever had the pleasure to fuck.” His words bring out the wild woman in me. I lift my ass, and slam it back down as my juices flow, coating his beautiful, throbbing erection with each thrust. I pace myself, slowly rocking, rubbing my swollen nub against him over and over again. I can’t help but pant like a dog in heat, my body lets go and the moans flow like water. His grunts and growls match each noise I make. The head of his dick finds my g-spot and I throw my head back in pleasure. “Oh, yes! Right there big boy,” I gasp out in between gasps for air. With each thrust I can feel my aching pussy stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. Deeper, and harder his balls slap on my ass as his length bottoms out, slamming into my womb. I am in heaven.

  He grunts into my ear as he runs his tongue along my neck, sucking and biting along the way. “Fuck, Seven. You have the tightest cunt I have ever fucked. Mmmmmmm God I fucking love it.” He raises his ass to meet each of thrusts. His dick pushes deeper, when I didn’t think it could go any further. “Oh ya, ride that dick baby.”

  “Oh god!” I cry out, while I grind down onto him. His dick pressing on my sweet spot, as he runs his thumb over my swollen clit. “Oh ya, fuck. That’s it. Right there.” I call out as I slam down onto his cock again. “Fuck that dick baby, fuck it hard,” he whispers into my ear, before taking my budded nipple into his mouth. I explode in a a blinding orgasm. I scream, and shout all kinds of curses, mixed with pure animalistic sounds. My pussy contracts in pleasure as the world crashes down around me. I claw my nails down his chest as I continue my frantic pace drawing out the pleasure. I am incoherent, but he continued the rhythm without missing a beat. One, two, three pumps and I can feel his dick twitching, as my cunt continued to milk him dry with the aftershocks of probably the best orgasm of my life.

  Exhausted, I fall onto his chest. Dick still deep inside me. I literally could fall asleep, just like this. But I know I have to send him on his way into the night. Fuck. I don’t want to, he would make such a fun play thing too. Damn me for having rules when it comes to fucking.

  “Okay big boy. Time for you to get dressed.” I pull his dick out of my satisfied cunt, and head for the closet once more. I grab the pink robe hanging from a hook on the door, and throw it on.

  “You were serious? This really is a one time thing?” The surprise in his voice actually takes me off guard. I explained it before we even got to my penthouse. One. Time. Thing.

  “Of course, I was serious. As much as I enjoyed our evening. There won’t be a repeat performance. But Levi. Thank you.” I wink at him and throw the ball of his clothes onto the bed. He gets the message and begins to dress.

  “You know your way out.” As I walk out the door, I give him a wave and disappear to the other side of the penthouse.

  CHAPTER 2

  Friday Morning

  Instead of driving to my office this morning, Clyde makes his way across town to the Alexander Mobile headquarters on Park Ave. The streets are bustling with businessmen making their way to their offices, which are scattered all over the city that never sleeps. Taxis swerve in and out of traffic like kamikazes on a mission.

  The car comes to a stop, I grab my laptop case, and exit. Setting my black Jimmy Choo pumps onto the sidewalk, I run my hands down the white skirt that falls just above my knee, over the black thigh high stockings, that match the long sleeve black and white polka dot top under my peacoat, and I walk into Alexander Mobile like I own the place. Well, I kind of do now; at least my company does.

  I pause briefly at the security desk to grab my badge, and become more acquainted with the security staff. I’ll be setting up an office in the building, so everyone is going to become quickly familiar with me. As I take strong, sure strides to the elevator, I observe strangers staring, while exchanging whispers. The rumor mill has been rich in the wake of Mr. Stern’s shares being sold, but I don’t think anyone expected my powerhouse ass to be taking his spot.

  It’s nine-fifteen, and I’m banking on the board of directors being in the meeting room as planned. Being on time is not negotiable for me, ever. It is one of my biggest pet peeves. I don’t need directions, and I hop in the elevator for the thirty-fourth floor. I’ve been in this office a number of times over the past month, securing the deal of a lifetime. I could navigate this space with my eyes closed.

  The doors open and close. People come and go. Finally, after the what seems like the longest elevator ride of my life, the doors open to the sprawling executive offices of Alexander Mobile. With determined step, I walk toward the glass-sided conference room. Mr. Stern catches my glance, and meets me at the door with open arms. I place a chaste kiss on his cheek and enter the room.

  The men at the table fall silent. All stares turn toward me, just as Mr. Stern sits down in the luxurious office chair next to me.

  “Board members, I would like you to meet your new boss. This is Ms. James.”

  Without looking at the men, I place my laptop case down on the table. “Good morning, gentlemen. It is nice to meet you all. Why don’t you all take a moment and introduce yourselves? Starting with you.” I point to the large, balding man to my left, pulling my laptop out, and setting up my makeshift work station at the head of the table. I take off my coat as the men start to sound off like a prison roll call.

  “Edward Williams.”

  “Jonathan Stein.”

  “Matthew Sullivan.”

  “Daniel Alexander.”

  “How nice to see you again, Daniel. We’ll have to catch up.” I wave on the next guy, not giving Daniel any more attention. He’s completely stunned.

  “Aaron O’Donnell.”

  “Levi Parker.”

  His voice, his name. I look up, across the sprawling dark wood table, and make eye contact with the last voice. Levi Parker. Holy. Fucking. Shit. My heart skips a beat, and I see my career falling apart before my eyes. The guy I fucked two nights ago, up the goddamn ass with a strap-on, is one of my new fucking board members. I. Am. So. Fucked. So fucked. So beyond fucked.

  My nerves are on fire, and I do everything I can not to flip the fuck out in front of these men who should be fearing me. Daniel’s attention is piqued as Levi and I exchange glances across the table.

  Calm the fuck down, Seven. Calm down.

  I hit Daniel with a smile, and start my business as if I didn’t just have an internal mental breakdown.

  “Good morning, gentlemen. It is nice to meet you all. Please give me a couple days to become acquainted with everyone. Your names will be my first priority. I am sure Mr. Stern has filled you in on all the details of the purchase of Alexander Mobile.” The men nod, and continue to watch me like a hawk. “There will be a series of changes over the next few weeks. I will be bringing in a five person team to audit the way business is handled. As you know, this is typical protocol with any corporate takeover. I will also be setting up an office here, where Mr. Stern currently houses his, since today is the last day he will be with us. I will be here two full days a week, W
ednesday and Friday, and two half days a week. Monday morning, and Thursday morning.” I pull out a stack of business cards, and start walking the room, stopping at each man to pass one along. “All of my contact information is available on these cards. E-mail is the easiest way to contact me, but my cell phone, and office line at White-Woods Global are listed. Do not hesitate to use them if needed.” I pause in front of Levi as I hand the card over.

  He doesn’t make eye contact. He barely acknowledges the card. Maybe he’s as nervous as I am about this entire thing. Maybe, just maybe, he will forget the night ever happened. Wishful thinking? Yes. Reality? Probably not. If he enjoyed it half as much as I did, he has been dreaming about it every night since. I’ve fucked a lot of guys in my day, but there was just something about the encounter as a whole; I just can’t shake it.

  “If there isn’t anything pressing, I am going to show myself to Mr. Stern’s office. I will be available until noon today. Please, don’t hesitate to stop in.” I close my laptop, slip it into my bag, grab my jacket off the back of the chair, and hightail it the fuck out of there. Never looking back to see the kind of looks floating around the conference room. Men like them don’t like a woman in charge. They don’t want to answer to a woman at work. Which is why I am a rarity in the boardroom.

  I find my way into Mr. Stern’s office, and it has already been cleaned out. He sits on the sofa in the corner, sipping on a glass of single malt Scotch. Jesus, old man, it’s not even noon.

  “Make yourself at home, Seven.”

  I place my bag down on the desk, and he rises to his feet. “I was just on my out anyway. I have to make my rounds through the departments. Say my goodbyes.” Like that, the old man walks out without a second thought. Whatever.

  Pulling out my laptop, I take on my biggest task of the day: my email inbox. What a fucking nightmare, as always. Typing away, distracted by the internet, I hear the door open. Automatically assuming Mr. Stern forgot something, I ignore whoever enters the room. It isn’t until I can feel a set of eyes burning a hole into me that I look up from my busy work.