by Jamie Knight
I truly loved Tobias and was touched that he wanted so much to help. But there was only one person I could think to call who could honestly help with such a bizarre situation. Strange was literally her middle name.
“Hey there, gummy bear,” Mercy said, her Alabaman mother coming out in full force.
“What if I wasn’t me? That would be embarrassing.”
“And confusing. Have you been reading Foucault again?”
“Just a bit.”
“What can I do for you, dear heart?”
“Need some help with something.”
“Anything in particular?” Mercy prompted.
“D-dirty talk.”
“You and Tobias finally get in the sack?”
“No! I mean yes – what do you mean ‘finally?’”
“C’mon, sugar plum. I’ve seen a picture of the flavoursome buck! He is the personification of sex appeal.”
“Well, yeah,” I conceded.
“If he is as beautiful on the inside as he is on the outside, no sane person could blame you for falling for him.”
“I guess not.”
“Guess nothing!” Mercy insisted.
“All right, all right, I concede! The white flag is waving, Grant!”
“Wouldn’t that make you a Confederate?”
“I suppose,” I confessed, not really thinking the metaphor through.
“My point is you’re a lucky bitch and should enjoy it.”
“I do! I love it! I love him! The problem is with the show,” I said, getting to the marrow of the matter.
“What about it?”
“It’s boring, apparently. The ‘digital dates’ that had to be brought in after the lockdown aren’t quite as riveting as the producers had hoped.”
“They don’t want you to flash boob, do they?”
“Not exactly.”
“Good. Not that there’s anything wrong with your boobs. Just a case of a bridge too far, ya know?”
“Yes actually,” I said, mildly surprised.
“What do the sleaze bags want you to do?”
“Phone sex. On camera.”
“Kinky!”
“It will only be with people I say I like after we have digital dates. They won’t show any nudity. I basically just have to talk dirty and you know -”
“Wank yourself silly?”
“You have such a way with words, Mercy.”
“Poetry minor, remember?”
“Touché. Yeah, that’s pretty much what they want me to do.”
“You could pretend? They’re not going to show anything, right? Just keep your hand under the desk and, you know, go through the motions.”
“I-I hadn't thought about that,” I said, trying to imagine it.
“Think about it.”
“I will,” I promised.
“I’ll also send you some of my transcripts?”
“Transcripts?” I inquired.
“When I have a really good, sexy call, I bribe the tech to give me a transcript and audio copy. The man likes his vodka.”
“That would be great! Thanks.”
“Happy to help.”
I actually felt better. It might still be weird, but not nearly so bad. I felt kind of bad about having to flirt with someone else when I was with Tobias, but we both knew it was just for show. In the most literal sense of the phrase. Speak of the Devil.
“Hey,” he said, knocking gently on the bedroom door.
“Hey, babe,” I said, chock-full of warm and fuzzies.
“I was thinking, and you don’t have to do the shoot if you don’t want to. I mean I want to do what’s best for the show, but I also care about you a whole lot more.”
“That’s okay. It’s what I want,” I told him.
“It is?” he asked.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m still a bit nervous because I’m not sure how it will go, but I’m willing to try. Let it never be said that I lived life as a coward,” I said, new courage rising.
“That’s very brave. A-are you sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely. The only hitch is that I’m really not sure how good I am at talking dirty. I mean, it’s been a while, ya know?”
“I do, actually. You could practice with me if you’d like,” he offered.
“Sure, how do we do that?”
“Turn around.”
“O-okay. Are you going to fuck my asshole?” I asked, the thought just then occurring.
“No, not unless you want me to.”
“Not right now, okay?”
“Of course.”
I turned around and got into the lotus position, also known as informally as ‘criss-cross apple sauce.’ I could hear him pull up the chair behind me, our backs gently touching. My phone started to ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sexy,” Tobias said, both in the phone and within earshot.
“Hi,” I said trying to sound sexy.
“Ready for some fun?” Tobias inquired.
“Oh, yes.”
“Good girl.”
“Where would you like me?” I asked, actually starting to get into it.
“In front of me, spread out on the bed.”
“Oh, yes sir!” I moaned.
“I am on a chair next to the bed,” he said, the scenario sounding somewhat familiar.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Massaging your feet.”
A jolt shot through me like a bolt from a crossbow. I remembered how good it felt when he had massaged me for real and remembered what came later. I could feel my hand moving, almost by itself, from the bed by my side toward my pussy.
“Lovely,” I sighed.
“I am moving up over your ankles and over your calves.”
“Feels great! Where are you going, I wonder?”
“To your sweet cunt, of course.”
It was a dirty word, but I loved it. Especially from Tobias. He even managed to make it sound like a compliment.
“What are you doing now?” I asked, unable to hide my excitement.
“Fingering you nice and deep.”
“Oh!” I gasped, almost feeling his fingers working inside me.
“Like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I nearly wept, stroking myself furiously over my panties.
“That’s all you have to do,” Tobias said, breaking character.
“O-okay,” I stammered, in something of a state.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit, um, worked up,” I said, searching for the right words.
“Come here.”
Slowly, I turned toward him, my entire body shaking with abject horniness. Tobias had me naked and laying down before I knew what was happening. Sitting on the chair like he had in the dining room, he feasted on my aching pussy, bringing me from a wreck to euphoria in about ten seconds flat. Oxytocin flowed through my brain, bringing me to a higher level of consciousness.
When he was finished brining me to heaven and back, Tobias did his encore. Slipping his cock in me balls deep, he held me down and fucked me until I screamed. Not from pain. Not at all, but the sort of unutterable joy that could not be encompassed with words.
He didn’t cum in me, even though I dearly wanted him to. To feel his hot, thick beautiful cum warming me from the inside. Instead I had to console myself with him delivering it to my mouth. Swallowing down every bit on offered, savouring it for all it was worth.
Overcome by greed, I took in the last bit and grabbed hold of his cock unless he thought about taking it away. Holding fast, I sucked him hard until he had given me two more sweet loads.
“Fuck yes,” I sighed, wiping the last bit off my chin before sucking my fingers clean.
“Okay?” he asked, lightly stroking my face.
“Great.”
“Good.”
He kissed me then. The sort of kiss usually only read about in fairy tales. The sort of kiss upon which the majority of romance tropes were built. A kiss I never wanted to e
nd.
Chapter Eleven - Addie
The spread was amazing, I had heard tell of the thing called a Full English Breakfast, yet it remained, along with anal sex and caviar, something I had never experienced. I stood frozen, mouth-watering, gazing over the table full of fried glory.
“It will get cold, my dove,” Tobias whispered erotically in my ear, giving me a gentle squeeze on my ass to rouse me.
“Right,” I said, moving forward without even noticing at first. “
It was something I thought of as a food fugue. A semi-meditative state brought on by the presentation of certain terribly unhealthy foods and characterized by a lack of attention to surroundings and a shambling, zombie-like walk.
“Shit!” I called, thinking my shin on one of the chairs.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, nothing’s broken,” I said.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, not seeming like he was concerned this could be the case.
It was a struggle. There was something about the two of us in a room, no matter how ill-suited to the activity, that tended to lead to sex. Lots of sex. It was like a force of nature. A magnetic force pulling us together. Like we might die if we didn’t touch.
Surviving all the way through breakfast, having just had some wonderful sex in the shower, it was time to get ready for the big show. One of the advantages to the whole situation, was that I never had to decide what to wear.
“This should do,” Tobias said, taking the new dress from the garment bag Clementine had brought in.
It was less Daisy Buchanan, even a 21st Century version, and more like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
“I might need some help,” I said, noticing the zipper in the back.
“Not a problem,” Tobias said, with a slightly crooked smile.
Helping me out of his shirt I was using as a nightgown, Tobias caressed the length of my nude form before getting his mind back on track. He pulled the dress over my head and the hem down to my knees. Griping it firmly at the bottom, he ran the zipper to top, encasing me in the beautiful replica, sans underwear. It was one of the sexiest experiences of my life.
It must have been for him, too. As soon as the zipper was done, Tobias was on his knees with his hands on my hips, helping me stay up as he devoured my pussy. I reach out a hand to a nearby bedpost, using the other to lovingly stroke his hair. Encouraging my love in his endeavours. It got me nice and relaxed, and Tobias smoothed the hem of the dress back down to its former glory.
The doorbell tune echoed through the halls and corridors of the house, bouncing off the high, majestic walls. They came in like an army of grim surgeons, all wearing masks and gloves. I recognized a couple by their eyes. Especially Mitch, who had one brown eye and one blue eye like David Bowie.
They set up in the bedroom. I guess they were trying to give a sense of intimacy. The same logic was the behind the concept of boudoir photography. Most of it was shot on sets. There were very few things that were actually what they appeared. ‘Seeing is believing’ was yet another example of sad, social mythology.
With the stage set, it was time to take my place in front of the cameras and do what the executives commanded in order for the chance at more money than I had ever even seen. ‘Carrot before the horse’ rang truer all the time.
Tobias stayed. I didn’t know if he would, but I was really glad. I thought it might be awkward, but at the same time, I was grateful for the moral support. What was about to happen was really conflicting. Dean seemed like a great kid, but a kid he was, or so it seemed to me. A more than 10-year age gap can do that.
Mercy had, indeed, sent me transcripts, and audio, of some of her hotter integrations. They were really good and sexy, but I wasn’t really sure I could do the same. I had gotten the basic the idea of the banter, clarified by my practice session with Tobias. I would just have to relax and go with the flow. Going through the motions as Mercy had put it. At least that was the plan.
I had forgotten how handsome he was. His clean-shaven baby face was moisturized until it glowed. My prime suspect was baby lotion. Combined with his casual clothing style, a far cry from the Valentino suit he had worn on our date, reminded of Joe Orton.
It was a bit of a slow start. Dean was almost as nervous as I was. It was almost as if he was afraid of offending me, which was adorable in its own way. Eventually, we both found our footing and relaxed into it.
Dean’s cock came out where I could see it. They would have to crop the video in post if they ended up leaving it in at all. It wasn’t nearly as traumatizing as I thought it would be for either of us. Seeing how calm I was seemed to help him relax too, easing into stroking himself with me giving him verbal encouragement.
It really wasn’t his fault. He would have been told what we were doing as much as I was. He had none of the bravado or lack of self-awareness displayed by the first guy at the restaurant that Tobias had to knock out. While the whole thing was supposed to be sexy, I was mostly focused on trying to help him through it. Also hoping it would be the last one we would have to do.
Eventually, it got to my turn. Dean telling me everything he was doing to me trying to turn me on. To his credit he did start with a foot massage and pussy-licking. The effect was there but not nearly what it was with Tobias. I had just begun to do what Mercy had suggested, pretending to touch myself when sweet, lovely Tobias helped us both out.
He stayed well out of range of the camera, literally crawling on his hands and knees across the floor. He ended up between my legs, most of his lower body under the desk. I rolled back a bit, to give him a bit more room, making it look like I was giving Dean a better view of me. The area below my tits was still well out of camera range.
Which was handy, as Tobias was down there, caressing the inside of my thighs making me hum with contentment. The cameras and mics caught it all. When the situation called for it, Dean got more explicit and my pantomime following suit, actually rubbing my belly as opposed to my pussy, which Tobias had well in hand, Tobias used his tongue. I’m pretty sure people in Britain heard me moan.
Moving my hand, I stroked the back of Tobias’s head as he took loving care of my business, making it look to all the world as if I was furiously stroking myself, I could feel tension building. Dean’s second orgasm came just ahead of my first.
Dean and I were both spent. We found a graceful way to end things, and the cameras turned off and the screen went blank. Tobias was still giving me long, gentle laps, from bottom to top as I recovered.
Emerging from beneath the desk Tobias took my face in both hands kissing me long and deep. I was too shocked and tired to really responded but I still really appreciated the sweet sentiment.
Lifting me up out of the chair, Tobias braced me against him as he unzipped my dress, peeling it from me. Left in my bare essentials, he scooped me up into his arms, hanging the dress neatly over the back the chair, and carried me over to the massive bed.
Keeping a hand on me while caressing from my pussy to my neck and then back again, Tobias, apparently ambidextrous, took off his clothes with his free hand. Opening my legs so he could get his fingers into my pussy, I took his mostly hard cock in both hands, lovingly stroking him until he was to his full pride and glory.
Placing a hand on the back of my head, he held me still as he lovingly face-fucked me. I sucked him as hard as I could while he thrusted. His fingers still deep in my pussy, slowly working me to a g-spot orgasm. I held on as long as I could so we could cum together, Tobias filling my mouth with his sweet load as he helped me elevate to a whole new level of being with his bare hands.
Retuning back to Earth as Tobias was cleaning us both off with the handy wet wipes, Tobias turned me over onto my belly. Leaving me flat, he gently opened my legs, caressing me as he did so, making the whole process feel really sexy.
Kissing his way up my back, my sweet man slowly mounted me, the head of his magnificent cock pressed up against my pussy. I did my best to relax, welcoming him as he wo
rked his way in. Our bodies came together in the most beautiful way. His pelvis pressed up gently against my ass, he hovered. Hanging out deep in my pussy, he softly kissed the back of my neck.
When I was recovered from the magic he managed to weave inside my pussy, he started to move. His cock shifted between my tight pussy walls like tectonic plates. The moan came from deep inside my soul. I was doing my best to express the pleasure he was giving me. But I was falling sadly short.
Placing both hands on my bare shoulders for leverage, my man began to fuck me, and fuck me good. The headboard slammed into the wall, the acoustics making it sound a lot like a series of thunderclaps.
He eased out of me with seconds to spare. Tobias turned me onto my side and fed me his load as he worked me to a finish with his fingers, both of us nearly coming at the same time.
Helping me turnover onto my back, Tobias left, just for a moment. I was most of the way to sleep anyway after giving it my all for both Dean at Tobias. Tucking me under the lovely duvet, Tobias sat down on the edge of the bed and began to read.
“In the castle of Baron Thunder-ten-Tronckh in Westphalia, there once lived a youth endowed by nature with the gentlest of characters. His soul was revealed in his face. He combined rather sound judgement with great simplicity of mind; it was for this reason, I believe, that he was given the name of Candide.”
It was a beautiful dream. It had glens and dales, a cottage in the valley, the whole nine. Very Hobbit-esque. Tobias was there, of course. If he wasn’t, I could still only think of it as the worst of nightmares.
As soon as I woke up from the dream, the panic struck sharp. Throwing on some clothes, still not comfortable naked, outside the room, even in the house, I went to look for him. I heard the typing through the door. The soft, machine-gun like rattle of Tobias executing some important duty. I went down to get something to eat. Sleep always made me hungry.
“Morning, creampuff.”
The bowl hit the floor with explosive results. To be fair, it was something of a shock to see Dave sitting there at the table. There was an envelope in front of him.
