by J A Fielding
“It's certainly more beautiful with you standing in it,” Mike said.
Taunya felt her skin flush this time and struggled to maintain her diminishing composure.
“I left my folder out in the kitchen. Let's go take a look,” she offered, attempting to save face.
The pair wandered back to the kitchen and Taunya picked her glass of water back up, hoping that a few sips might cool down the heat that was building within her. Mike paced the kitchen and watched her. He moved closer to her and picked up the folder that had been sitting on the granite countertop. He flipped through the pages and landed on the picture of the swatch of “Kinky Vintage” wallpaper.
“What a name!” he joked, while Taunya nearly choked on her water. She didn't realize she had included that particular wallpaper into the mix. She was mortified.
“Oh...that's for...another project.” she stammered.
“I see. So you're designing rooms for other single, attractive men?” he teased. She blushed even harder and he inched closer to her.
“No. It's for my...bed–” her protest was interrupted by a long and intense kiss from Mike. He caressed her cheek and pulled back to look her straight in the eyes.
“I know how badly you want this job. I could see the passion within you from the moment you walked into my home,” he said, eyes twinkling, “but I can also tell that you have an ulterior motive in coming here. You may be here for a design job, but you're dressed to kill. In fact, I think my heart skipped a beat when I got a glimpse of your backside in that skirt. I know you want me. And I want you. And I think we should do something about that.”
He brushed a stray braid from in front of her face and leaned in for another kiss. She pulled back and shook her head “no”. He put a finger to her lips, silencing her half-hearted attempt at protesting the matter. He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned in again, and kissed her hard. This time she kissed back, allowing his tongue to roam inside of her mouth and intertwine with hers. She put one hand around his waist and the other on the back of his neck, running her fingers through his thick black hair. He moved one hand up her shirt and began to unbutton it slowly. One button after another popped open with ease to reveal a hot pink lace push-up bra cradling a pair of beautiful ebony breasts. His hands roamed across her chest, and he discarded her blouse on the floor. She moaned as her reached into her brassiere and pinched one of her nipples. She had always loved having it a little rough and she hoped that this was an indication of more to come. He lifted her up onto the granite countertop, taking care not to upset the hanging kitchen items and wine glasses. With one hand, he unhooked her bra and eased the straps down around her shoulders. Taunya was reminded briefly of being caught in flagrante delicto with James some time ago with her lingerie barely covering her, but banished the thought from her mind for good as she felt Mike sucking on her nipples and biting one ever so gently. His fingernails cascaded down her back and she shivered at the sensation. It had been far too long since she'd been touched like this and she intended to savor every moment of the unprofessional scene that was unfolding around her.
She tugged his suspenders off of his shoulders until they hung around his waist and pulled him closer by the collar of his crisp white shirt. She unbuttoned it with fervor and let it fall to the ground, joining her shirt. Exploring underneath the dress shirt revealed a rippled chest covered by a tight white undershirt. They kissed fiercely and she let her fingers flick against his hard nipples through the shirt. It was all she could do not to grab a knife from the knife block next to her and slice it clean off of him. He reached into the nearby glass of ice water and pulled out a small cube of ice. Her bra was now down around her arms, freeing her breasts from their lace-laden prison. He rubbed one of her nipples with the ice cube and felt her shudder under his hands. He continued to the other nipple and she stifled another moan. He brought the rapidly melting ice cube to her lips and she sucked on it until it was gone. She continued sucking on his finger and gazed intently into his eyes. She may have been hesitant at first, but she was surely into it now. 'Fuck professionalism,' she thought. 'I need this.'
She let her bra hit the ground, joining the rest of the discarded clothing and started work on the pesky undershirt that stood between her and his delectable chest. She tugged at it, but it was far too tight to be removed with that kind of ease. She cursed inwardly and they continued to kiss feverishly. Her hands scrambled underneath the shirt and she tweaked one of his nipples. He moaned softly into her mouth as he kissed her and began rolling her skirt up over her legs. He reach underneath and grabbed hold of the waistband of her pantyhose. Rather than succumb to the same hesitation Taunya had faced, Mike grabbed a nearby knife and, pulling the tights away from her leg, cut a tiny hole at the top of the sheer fabric. He reached in with two fingers and pulled until it ripped from her thigh down to her knee. She didn't even care that her clothes were being ruined just as long as she was able to be separated from them to allow Mike all the access that he would want. He cut a hole in the stockings at the knee of her other leg and let the knife run up to her waistband. He pulled the shredded material down her legs and, with a few more slices, she was free. He pulled her off of the counter and turned her around, going for the zipper of her pencil skirt. He pulled it off of her and there she stood in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties and oxford heels. He, on the other hand, was far too dressed still for Taunya's liking. She turned around and went for the undershirt again, this time being forceful enough to pull it up over his head, messing his hair slightly and serving only to make him look that much more gorgeous in her eyes. She practically drooled at the sight of his smooth, pale chest. She leaned in and sucked on one of his nipples and he responded by reaching down and tweaking one of hers. She bent down, grabbed at his belt, and undid it furiously, desperate to reveal the cock that she could feel straining against his slacks. She undid his pants and they hit the floor, suspenders and belt clanking against the hard wood. Underneath those slacks her wore a pair of tight black boxer briefs with a waistband that read “Calvin Klein” all around it. She ran her hand over the growing bulge in his briefs and he grunted in appreciation. She got down on her knees and shimmied the underwear down his legs to find a large, hard cock standing at attention in front of her. It was just as handsome as she imagined it would be, thick and firm in her grasp as she stroked. She encased it in her warm mouth and he fisted a hand into her braided hair in response, guiding her head back and forth as pre-cum dripped from his head down her throat. She savored the taste and continued to slowly suck him off, letting her tongue swirl around his head and then down his shaft. She took him all the way in the back of her throat and he felt as if he could hardly contain himself. Her mouth was gentle but dutiful as she continued to suck.
He was teetering on the edge of orgasm and decided that enough was enough. He stood her up and turned her around once again, bending her over the counter and pulling her panties down around her ankles. With her movement inhibited, she struggled to keep balance in her heels, hating herself for having about as much grace as that of a baby giraffe just learning to stand. She regained her composure and arched her back, leaving her ass accessible and exposing her pussy, which was dripping wet. He ran a finger along the wetness pooling on her thighs and brought it to his lips. It was, to him, as if she tasted like honey and he wanted more. He plunged a finger inside her cunt and she ground her hips back against him. This time, he wanted her to taste herself. He reached in front of her and brought his finger to her lips. She had never much liked the way she smelled or tasted, but there was something overpoweringly erotic about the glistening finger that he held in front of her mouth. She drooled at the sight and lapped up her wetness with a hunger only matched by his desire to fuck her in a way that would exceed her wildest dreams – a goal to which he was already off to a very good start at achieving. He reached back dow between her legs and toyed with her increasingly sensitive clit. Her legs quivered at his touch. If this wasn't enough to catch
her off balance, Taunya was not sure what could be. She groaned as he continued to play with her pussy and her knees nearly buckled when he put two fingers inside of her to explore her wet depths. As his fingers were vigorously fucking her senseless, he leaned over and kissed her neck, biting the spot where her neck met her shoulder and causing her to scream. He pumped in and out of her and she got closer to the edge with each thrust. She bit her lip.
“I'm gonna come!” she cried out.
This was met with faster and harder motions from Mike and he growled into her ear, “Come for me.”
It was all she needed to hear as she exploded all over his hand, surprised at the strength of her orgasm. She had never squirted before but she had just come pretty damn close to doing so. She slumped over the counter feeling relatively spent, but Mike had other plans for her. He turned her around to face him so she could watch him lick her wetness off of his fingers. She shivered and licked her lips at the sight. Her panties were still down around her ankles and she had to rely on Mike's body to help steady herself after such an intense orgasm. He kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips. It was to her, for the first time, delicious and she kissed him even harder, biting his lower lip in the hopes of being able to taste even more of herself.
His cock was rock hard and twitching at this point as he looked up and down Taunya's perfect body. Her dark brown skin was glowing and the sweat that had beaded along her chest looked nearly delectable to Mike's unquenchable thirst. He ran his hands down the sides of her curved waistline and pulled her close to him. He licked and nibbled at her earlobe and she squealed at the ticklish sensation. It had always been a secret sensitive spot of hers, but Mike had managed to reveal it in no time. He trailed kisses down her neck and licked and sucked at her radiant skin until she thought she might just come again. She pushed a braid behind her ear and leaned her head back, experiencing the pleasure of his kisses. She contemplated pulling her panties up to at least help herself balance somewhat better but was paralyzed by his firm command of her body. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders and she melted into him. She looked at the file folder full of papers that were now scattered all over the floor next to their discarded clothing and felt momentarily embarrassed at her weakness. She reached down to clean up the pile of Pinterest print outs and struggled to pull her panties back up around her waist.
“I should...go,” she mumbled.
Mike feigned a hurt look before raising one eyebrow and whispering in her ear, “Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet.”
Chapter 5
Taunya was torn between fleeing the entire tawdry scene or continuing to give in to her stronger urges. There she stood, panties down around her ankles and stack of disarrayed papers threatening to fall out of her arms. She looked at Mike who stood naked before her. He was everything that she had been needing for longer than she knew. He held for her a sense of freedom that she had longed for. He was her opportunity to dig her way out of the rut she had painfully crafted for herself over the years past. Most of all, he was dead sexy and he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Despite this, she continued to contemplate leaving, but once again found herself captivated in his gaze. There was no use fighting it anymore. She felt as if she had no choice but to allow herself to become corrupted even further. She had fallen into the trap of lust and savored being held its prisoner.
She stepped out of her last cumbersome undergarment, reached down, and grabbed his cock that was still stone hard – it hadn't been otherwise since he kissed her. He grinned and leaned his head back as she stroked. She practically wanted to drag him by his dick into the master bedroom and take charge, but decided to play the situation a little more delicately. She dropped the stack of papers, took his hand, and led him back to the bedroom that she had earlier hoped to have been able to decorate. She decided that if she was not going to get that job, the least she could do was get off some more. She reached the bedroom and grabbed on to one of the bedposts, hanging from it a la Gene Kelly in Singing in The Rain. 'What a glorious feeling indeed,' she thought, staring at her partner. It was difficult to keep restrained around him although restraints seemed like a nice idea just then.
It was as if Mike read her mind and in one fell swoop, both her arms were behind her back and she was being bent over the edge of the plush bed, her face resting on black silk sheets.
He whispered to her a quick, “Is this okay?” when she felt him slip a pair of cuffs on her wrists and she nodded in appreciation.
This was the kind of thing that she'd always wanted to do, but had never had the courage to ask for. He could read her like a book and she wanted to open herself for him to see every last page. He trailed scratches down her back to her ass, grabbing it firmly and giving her a light smack. She tensed up at the strike, but immediately began to relax and get in to the right headspace. More smacks followed and before she knew it, Taunya was moaning in pure ecstasy and arching her back in response. He toyed with her pussy, which was still deliciously moist, and she all but purred at the feeling. As good as that felt, she wasn't quite getting entirely what she wanted. After playing with and sucking on his glorious cock, she couldn't help but ache for it to be inside of her. Unfortunately for her, however, she was in a bit of a compromising position and would not get a chance to have much of a say in the proceedings of their afternoon tryst. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Mike, who had dug his nails into her right ass cheek, getting ready to strike again.
“Is there something you'd like?” he asked, before striking her one final time.
She knew that this was no time to play coy. There she was, bent over his bed, allowing him to cuff her and spank her and all she wanted was to feel his thick dick filling her up.
“Fuck me please!” she begged him.
“Are you sure, love?” he teased, “Because I could just sit here and play with you until nightfall,” he said, pinching her clit.
She shrieked and hissed at the sensation.
“Fuck. PLEASE!” she screamed.
Not wanting to deny her any longer, he undid her cuffs from behind her back and flipped her over, scooting her up his bed so that her head would rest on a plush pillow. He held her arms above her head and thrust into her with vigor. It had been so long since she had good dick like his. James was nearly unreasonably large and she hated the soreness that accompanied her for days after fucking him. Mike was on the larger side of average for an Asian man and he knew just how to use his cock to please his lover. He pulled out and teased her opening with the tip of his head, rubbing up against her clit and causing her to shudder. He released her arms and grabbed her hips, flipping her back onto her belly and pulling her up onto all fours. He took her roughly from behind and each thrust made Taunya squeal with delight. She tensed up around him – thanking goodness for Gina having shown her an article about kegel exercises. Mike moaned and continued grinding into her, his strong hands leaving fingerprints on her upper thighs. He reached down and toyed with her clit some more, and her legs nearly buckled beneath her. She had become so hypersensitive over the course of their actions that even the slightest touch threatened her to the point of explosion. Mike was just as close to the edge as Taunya, pulling out slowly and then slamming back into her repeatedly. His back was covered in sweat and his shiny black hair hung down in front of his eyes and he grunted and groaned inside of her.
“Mmmmf. I'm so close,” Mike moaned into her ear.
“Me too,” she replied, breathlessly.
“Come with me,” he commanded, flicking against her clit with his fingers and using his other hand to grip her hips firmly as he fucked her senseless.
Their moans crescendoed as they both reached their point of breaking, the bed rocking wildly to and fro.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, breathing heavily and leaning on each other. Taunya gathered her composure and sat up, looking Mike in the eye. She had experienced a true multitude of pleasure that afternoon, but she knew wh
ere her responsibilities lay. And it was not in that bed with him. She looked at the plain silver alarm clock on Mike's bedside table to find that hours had passed since she had first arrived and it was now six in the evening. She still had to get home and prepare reports for Monday morning at work. She decided then and there that, while their afternoon had certainly been unforgettable, she would have to put it behind her in favor of tending to her priorities.
“Mike, I'm sorry.” she began, “That was...incredible, but I let this get out of hand when I know I shouldn't have.”
Mike looked into her eyes and could see the inner turmoil with which she was wrestling at that moment. He, of course, had hoped that the outcome of their union would have had a more positive impact on her, but he could see her slipping back into the emotionally exhausted woman he had met at the bar on Friday: overworked and under-confident. A woman in trouble, but one whom he could not help unless she were to admit to herself and to him that she needed it. She was proud but shaken. Mike nodded in understanding and left the room momentarily to go retrieve her clothing from the kitchen and to give her a moment to collect her thoughts.
Taunya sighed to herself. 'Well, girl, you done fucked up again.' She thought. 'Fuck.' The sex had been brilliant and she knew that she would forever be hard pressed to find anyone else who could measure up to someone of Mike's skill and sensuality. She wanted to cry, but she knew that she needed to be strong and compose herself before Mike returned. It had been an amazing afternoon, but she didn't need any more stress and complications in her life. It was enough that she had allowed herself to give in to her silly dreams and even come over to Mike's home under the guise of helping to decorate it, much less that she gave in further and allowed herself to be fucked like an animal. It was clear to her that she could never see him again, lest she fall head first into a messy and potentially life-altering situation. Yes, she was in a rut. But it was her rut in which to be and no one could pull her out of it but herself. Mike came back – now wearing his pants and undershirt – with her clothes folded neatly and placed them on the bed next to her. He motioned for her to reach her arms out in front of her and he removed the leather cuffs that he had put on her. He tried to stroke her hair, but she pulled away and shook her head “No”. There was no use in trying to convince her to hear him out at that moment. She would need time and space and, although this was a regrettable situation in Mike's eyes, he had a level of admiration for her dedication to the life that she had made for herself and did not want to disrespect her wishes. He felt compelled, at least, to share his feelings with her and Taunya began to put her clothes on, listening to him speak softly.
