by J A Fielding
“How about tonight we just talk about you?” he said with a smile.
Meg raised an eyebrow. “Are you a drug dealer or some kind of gangster with a sex slavery cartel? Because the way you dodged that question…” Meg started before Ellis laughed, cutting her short. “Growing up with stereotypical parents in the projects can do a number on you,” she said. Ellis nodded.
“Don’t worry. I don’t do drugs, unless they are over the counter and the only sexual slavery I engage in is consensual,” he said with a smile. Meg’s cheeks flushed again as she felt an urge in her pussy.
“Damn,” she thought.
“I manage hedge funds…or rather that was the field I was born into and when I made enough money I ventured into the music industry and bought a number of recording studios. That’s what I really love doing,” he said. Meg looked at him and breathed a long low wow. She had no idea he was this interesting.
“Wow,” she said again, this time a little louder. “So Milan…” she started.
“Was that another photo? I thought I took them all down,” he said.
Meg smiled and shook her head.
“You cannot control people with smartphones and Wi-Fi,” she said.
He took a long deep breath.
“One of my new artists Alana Baylor got a gig to perform at this designer’s fashion show so I just went in support. My producers were there too…but I spent more time walking around the stores with my mother,” he added shaking his head. “You cannot come between a woman and her Jimmy Choos no matter what age she is,” he added.
“You might have cracked the code on understanding women,” she said. Ellis laughed and then looked into her eyes. He leaned forward and Meg followed suit but suddenly stopped. This was a mistake. It could very well be disastrous if the two were awkward. Their best friends were married. If anything happened that would mean awkward dinners…for life! “I’m sorry,” she said in a low voice. He looked at her and shook his head. He was so close to her she could feel his minty breath on her cheek. “I don’t want this to be awkward,” she said.
“Why would it be awkward?” he asked.
“This…casual sex…it’s not…” she was still talking when he pulled away.
“Is that what you think this is?” he asked.
Meg shrugged.
“What else is it? The hot English best man screws the drunk horny maid of honor and that’s that,” she said in a low voice trying not to sound like a cynical bitch.
“You think I’m hot?” he asked, smiling.
“That’s all you got from the whole sentence?” she laughed.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he said.
She laughed.
“Look, you are a great guy and I don’t want to mess up anything by sleeping with you and…” she was still talking when he suddenly leaned in and claimed her lips in one long, lingering kiss that left her breathless. She found herself raising her arms to wrap them around his neck, pulling him lower towards her. When he finally pulled away, she was flushed and wetter than she had ever been in her life.
“You talk too much,” he said in a low voice. “And this isn’t a random hook up.”
She looked into his eyes. She could not believe that she was even considering kissing him. She could almost hear her past calling out to her telling her that all this was a bad choice like most of the men in her past had been.
“No?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“No. I have been stalking you on Facebook for the better part of the year. I sent you a request and you never confirmed me,” he said. Meg smiled. “I even tried to get you on Twitter.” Meg shook her head. “Wow, you may be the one person who doesn’t have a digital footprint,” he said. She smiled again.
“I am not that much into social media…just my business handles maybe, but that’s that,” she said. “I think social media is a bit too overrated if you ask me.”
“Then I should have tried contacting you through your business page, huh?” he asked. Meg giggled. “I am the one who asked Steven and Julie to hook me up with you,” he added. Meg looked at him surprised at what she was hearing.
“Why?” she asked.
“What do you mean why? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” he asked as he pulled her to her feet and walked her to the full length mirror in the bedroom. He stood behind her and looked at their reflection. “Tell me why any man wouldn’t want to be hooked up with that,” he said softly.
She smiled and looked at their reflection. She didn’t think she had ever looked this good with anyone before. At that moment, some of the doubt was slowly fading away. She looked at him and smiled. There was a tingle down her spine as he slowly traced his index finger on her waist. She could not help but admit that they did make a handsome couple but there was still that big what if at the back of her mind. What if it didn’t work out? What if she was rushing into this or what if he was looking for some kind of rebound…
“But what if…” she started but he kissed her again, silencing her.
“I told you. You talk too much,” he said when he pulled away. “No one is perfect that is why people make it up as they go on.” He turned his attention back to their reflection and smiled. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to make love to the woman who I have been waiting to meet for the last seven months,” he said as he lowered his head to kiss her again.
She pulled away before his lips could claim hers.
“Wait, so you haven’t done…in seven months?” she asked surprised. He shook his head and smiled. “Guess it’s been long for both of us,” she said as she felt his erection pressing hard into her ass. She smiled as he kissed her. His one hand was already pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress. Her heart was beating hard as her dress dropped to the floor leaving her in a black strapless bra and matching lace panties. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to allow him access to her long neck. She then turned around and pushed his jacket off his shoulders with trembling fingers. She felt herself blushing as she undid his shirt buttons, one by one. Each one revealing a little more skin than the last until he was totally and completely exposed to her. She was breathing fast when she pushed his shirt off. Her heart was beating so fast and hard it was threatening to beat out of her chest. She raised her hand and pulled out the hair pin that held her loose bun up and dropped it to the floor. Ellis tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and then led her to the bed. He kicked off his shoes and then undid his belt buckle before he let the thousand dollar pants fall to the ground revealing his more than impressive bulge. She looked into his eyes as he reached round her back and undid the clasp of her bra letting her breasts free.
He was still looking into her eyes when he slowly forced her down on the bed before he began kissing her neck, working his way down to her chest. She gasped when she felt him cup a feel of her breast while he took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She was moaning loud and grinding herself against his loins hard. He knew what this meant. He pulled down her panties and she raised her head to look at him thanking her lucky stars that she had taken that bikini wax at the spa that weekend. Ellis spread her legs and without any warning took her clit into his mouth and sucked it hard. Meg fell back on the bed and clasped a hand over her mouth trying hard not to scream. This was too much. He was giving her more pleasure than all the men she had been with. It seemed like forever when he finally pulled away. She looked at him as he pushed his boxers off revealing a throbbing cock. For a moment, she panicked wondering if she would be able to take him.
“Do you…do you have…” she started before Ellis grabbed a rubbed from the nightstand. Meg smiled. If there was a guy who believed in preparation, it was this guy. She smiled and looked at him as he rolled it on. She found herself wondering if the rubber was enough to accommodate his large member. When he climbed on the bed and settled in between her legs. She looked at him in a panic. “Wait…I…” she started before he smiled down at her and nodded. He
knew what she was about to say and it was the same thing for him too. He had not been with a woman for a while and she had not been with a man for a while. For him this would be just fine but there was the risk of hurting her. He could see the fear in her eyes but he had a reassuring smile on his face.
“I know,” he said as he guided his cock to her opening. “I know,” he said again as he slowly moved himself forward. Instinctively, she pulled away and he looked at her, giving her time to get used to the idea before he finally decided to try again, slower this time. He looked into her eyes as he worked the head of his cock into her. He pulled out and then pushed back in, this time, further, deeper. Meg buried her face in his shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders as he worked more of his cock into her. She was not sure what came over her but suddenly, she wanted all of him. Every inch he had to offer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her.
“Give it to me,” she said. Ellis was not so sure about it. He knew that he was well endowed and one too many times, he’d known women to complain about his girth. “Please,” she begged as she felt her pussy getting wetter. Ellis pushed a bit more into her but it was not enough for her. “Fuck,” she suddenly said before flipping them over, getting herself on top of him. Everything happened almost too fast for Ellis because the next thing he knew, her eyes were rolled back in her head as a result of her swallowing his cock whole. He was buried to the hilt. That almost never happened. He looked up at her and reached for her breast as she began moving herself on and off before she finally looked down on him.
“Shit…” he said as he looked at her. “Are you…are you okay?” he asked worried that he might have caused some kind of irreparable damage.
“Never better,” she said in a low voice. “Just fuck me, baby,” she added as she brought her torso down to kiss him. He slipped an arm around her waist and flipped her over before he began rocking his hips into hers. He was deeper in her than she had ever had and even for him, this was new and it was the most beautiful feeling he had ever experienced. She wrapped her legs around him again as he fucked her long and hard. With each stroke, he was even more convinced that she had been worth every single day of the last seven months. She was more responsive and more delicious than any of the models and actresses he had ever been with. He never wanted this moment to end. This feeling, him inside her, her walls clamping around his mammoth cock, her hot breath on his shoulder and their bodies entwined into one…it was all so perfect. More perfect than the word perfect itself. It was not long before Meg felt an explosion in her body sending her to another dimension she had never known. She clawed at his back as she felt his cock spasming inside her and her body marrying into the familiarity that was his body. They suddenly gasped and shrieked in unison as their passion elevated them to a place only they knew to be true.
“Oh my God,” Ellis gasped in a loud whisper as he collapsed on her. “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled away from her to look down at her.
“Why are you sorry?” Meg was confused.
“I didn’t mean to finish that soon,” he said.
She smiled.
“Neither did I but that was…amazing,” she said as she felt his cock slipping out of her followed by a gush of hot fluid that spurted on his thigh and then on the thousand thread count sheets. Ellis looked down at her gushing pussy and then at her. “Like I said…amazing,” she said again. And she was not exaggerating. She had never had coital orgasm before. It was always self stimulated. This was the first guy to actually fuck her into another dimension - literally. Ellis laid next to her and cradled her, counting his lucky stars and she draped a leg over one of his thighs, slightly brushing against his cock. He kissed her and she ran her hand on his perfect torso. Meg pulled away and smiled at him when she felt him getting stiff against her leg. “Already?” she asked. Ellis shrugged. That had never happened before. Meg smiled and turned to grab another condom from the nightstand.
“You sure?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded.
“I am especially curious about the consensual sexual slavery,” she said with a smile. Ellis smiled and looked at her as he pulled off the used rubber to roll on a new one. It may have been Steven’s wedding but he was sure he was going to get more action that night than the couple of the day.
Chapter 3
For most people, the ideal wedding night attire would have been some sexy lingerie. Probably a black lacy number or a really sexy pair of bra and panties. And even then, it would have probably been lace. Julie sighed. Lace is a bit overrated, she thought as she looked at her reflection and smiled. She thought she looked spectacular. She was in a naughty policewoman costume that convinced her she was right to pick this outfit over the naughty nurse for her wedding night. The costume contained an extremely short dress that barely covered her ass showing off the black thong she had on. The strapless quality was just what she needed to add that extra oomph, exposing her beautiful cleavage. She had coupled this with a black sleeveless jacket that she chose not to zip up. After all, she didn’t want to cover up all the nice stuff underneath. She straightened her hair and put on an eight point billed capital before she applied a coat of midnight berry lipstick. She smiled at her reflection again. If ever there was a slutty… naughty (she corrected herself)…if ever there was a naughty cop, it would have been her. Julie Miller-Davenport, the slu-naughtiest cop on earth. She put on a pair of black peep toe heels and took a long deep breath.
“Baby, you are killing me. Come out here already,” she heard Steven through the door. A smile played on her lips as she opened the door. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Steve sprawled on the bed in nothing but his boxer shorts. The bulge in his pants almost tripled in size when he saw her. She smiled even more broadly. He was already nursing a raging hard on and she wasn’t even started. “Whoa Officer,” Steven said as she slowly walked towards him, her fur covered handcuffs in hand.
“I heard someone has been a very naughty boy lately,” she said. Steven opened his mouth but no words came out except for small gasps. This was definitely what he was expecting. When Julie got to the bed, she climbed in and straddled him. She could feel him pressing hard against her crotch and it was driving her crazy. She was almost too happy that he was in his boxers otherwise he would have felt her wetness on him and probably cut the fun short. He looked at her as she let the small sleeveless jacket slip off her flawless arms before he brought his hands up to grope her breasts. She smiled and playfully smacked his hand before she pinned them over his head. “We will need to get these out of the way if any discipline is going to take place,” she said in a seductive voice as she pulled the cuffs up and put them on Steven’s wrists. Steven couldn’t do anything but just lie there and look up at his tormentor. She smiled and slowly ground her hips on his crotch making him close his eyes and throw his head back. She slowly climbed off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed before she leaned in and pulled his boxers off making his cock spring to life when she did. She looked at him as she slowly ran her hands on either leg up to his thighs. Steven was breathing heavily, moaning, hoping she would take his cock in her mouth or just take it all in her pussy and end his torment. He opened his eyes and looked at her when he felt her hand dangerously close to his scrotal sac but even then, she didn’t touch him. Not where he wanted to be touched. He was in erotic hell and somehow, he kind of liked it there. It was a place he wouldn’t have minded to come back to, over and over and over….
“Oh my G…” he suddenly gasped when he felt sudden pressure on his balls. She had grabbed his sac with enough pressure to snap him out of his head but not too much that it would hurt him. She had a sick smile on her face as she looked at him. She loved being in control.
“Tell me what you want,” she said in a voice that surprised Steven. It was commanding, dominating, hot. She looked into his eyes and twisted her head to the side in a gesture that seemed to ask an impatient ‘well?’
“I want
to cum,” he said without thinking. She smiled.
“That’s all?” she asked. He suddenly realized that he would probably pay for asking to cum before she even got a chance to.
“And you too…I also want you to cum,” he said quickly in an attempt to redeem himself. She smiled and shook her head.
“Too little too late,” she said as she pulled out a bottle of strawberry flavored lubricant out of her cleavage. His heart was beating hard as she squeezed a generous amount on her palm. She licked her lips seductively as she spread the lube all over her hand before she took his cock in her hand. He let out a little gasp that made her smile. He didn’t understand how this was a punishment. It felt wonderful. Next to being inside her pussy, this was probably the best feeling he had ever had. She stroked him slowly at first, and then faster and harder as she went on. At some point, she was mimicking the way their sexes would slam against each other in a really rough sex mood. He was so close to cumming and she knew it by the way she could feel him getting harder in her hand. She looked at him lying there, with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He looked adorable but she was about to do the meanest thing she could have ever done to anyone, to him. She suddenly stopped and he opened his eyes moaning his disappointment. “That’s what you get for being selfish,” she said as she wiped her hand on the bedding. She then got on top of him and straddled him again. Steven suddenly got excited. She was going to do it. She was going to finish what she had started. He couldn’t help his excitement, and he was showing it by slightly elevating his hips, hoping to urge her pussy onto his waiting cock. “My, you sure are eager,” Julie said with a smile. “I know a little thing or two you could do with that,” she said before bringing herself up to his chest. She then held the headboard and pulled herself up, suspending her weight over his head. Steven could already smell her thanks to the soaked crotch on her thong. He wanted to get inside her so badly…
