Kinky Sex Link

Crossposted from Lair of the Dragon Mage.

Val Fox clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her best friend, Sarah, goaded her.  “No, I’m not going to the reunion.  Everybody from high school was so stupid.  Don’t you remember?”  Flipping through the pages of the style magazine, she held it below her chin and asked Sarah, “Do you think this hair style would look good on me?”

Sarah shook her head, and Val shook her head back.  With a mocking tone, Sarah said, “They were all stupid back then.  You’re right, but I wonder if maybe some of those assholes have gotten more mature over the years.  We’ll never know unless we grace them with our presence, now will we?”  She fluffed her hair and pointed to the new page Val held against her chest.  “I think that one might look okay on you.”

Val shrugged.  “I dunno.  Don’t you think it’s a little too eighties?”  She flipped the magazine to the next page just as the waiting area of the salon began smelling of perm solution.  “You just want to see Johnny again.  Don’t lie to me and tell me that’s not the reason you’re trying to drag me along to the class reunion.  He’s probably married and has a couple of kids by now.  Why not just have a girls’ night out instead?”

Sarah twisted her face in a fake smirk.  “Just because I want to see Johnny doesn’t mean we won’t have fun.  Ever since starting that fairy business of yours, you haven’t taken enough time to spend with people.  You know, people.  Not the kind who are customers, but people.”  Sarah smacked her bubble gum.  “Besides, you didn’t earn the nickname Foxy for nothing.  Snag a guy at the reunion.  Have a little fun.  I bet some of the men there’ll think you’re a knockout with your red hair.”

Later in the week while at the reunion, Val and Sarah stayed together for awhile until Sarah saw Johnny.  Just as Val predicted, Sarah talked with Johnny Rosencratz all night.  For the first half hour or so Val was left alone.  She was utterly bored, and kept checking her watch.  Most of the other people at the reunion wore fake grins, and nobody spoke with her.  Those who did strike up a conversation were people Val didn’t like in the first place.  Everybody hung out in the same cliques as when they were younger.

She crossed the large auditorium and dipped a plastic ladle into the punch bowl.  Turning to snatch a piece of cake along with the punch, Val saw a man with black hair standing near the entrance to the auditorium.  She didn’t remember him.  Wondering who he was, she carried the punch and cake toward where he stood.  The man was alone, and he looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

When she was within earshot, Val introduced herself.  I’m Val Fox.  Although I’m sure you must have attended school here and were in my class, I don’t recognize you.  What’s your name?” she said while balancing the little plate and cake in the same hand as the punch so she could offer the man a handshake.  His palm was sweaty as he gripped hers.

He shook her hand firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Val Fox.  I’m Robert Murrel.  I attended school here, but I graduated from East.  My family moved midway through my junior year, so I went to East my senior year.”  Robert’s eyes darted to a group of former football players across the room.  “I suppose this really isn’t the right class reunion to attend since I didn’t graduate from West, but I’m an insurance agent and figured maybe I could network a little for potential clients.”  He pointed at the lopsided piece of cake Val held.  “That looks good.  I think I’ll have some.”

Val wasn’t sure if referencing the football players was Robert’s way of excusing himself from speaking with her any longer, but he gave her the vibes that her conversation was welcome.  He smiled as she tagged along with him back to the cake table.  She cleared her throat and said, “Whoever cut the cake sure mangled it.”

Robert laughed and grasped the ladle to the punchbowl, fixed himself a beverage, and took a piece of cake before pointing toward an empty table nearby.  “Let’s sit,” he said.  “I dunno about you, but standing in uncomfortable shoes has to be the worst thing in the world.  I finally broke down and bought a new pair, and they’re not completely broken in yet.”  Val ate her cake without saying much because her mouth was full.  She listened to Robert talk about the differences between attending East and West.  He wore an orange polo-style shirt and a pair of khaki Dockers.  Every now and again Val caught herself glimpsing at his black, leather belt.  A kidnapping fantasy formed in her mind.

This was why her relationships never worked out.  Val always fixated on men with nice belts.  She imagined them using a belt on her while she lay bound and submissive to them.  In reality, the men with the nice belts were either too shy in bed to try what she wanted, or they insisted on always slating her as a submissive.  Val was a true switch.  She liked using the wonderful leather on a man as much as she liked being on the receiving end of a good punishment.  Val could handle vanilla sex.  What she couldn’t handle was a man who stuck a label on her and then expected her to always take the same role.  She didn’t care if the role was in bed, on the job, or in the home.  That’s why she started The Fairy Store.  Val needed to create her own destiny.

“Are you okay?” Robert said.  “You’re kinda not paying attention to me.  I just asked you a question.”  His cup of punch was nearly drained, and the cake missing.

“Oh, sorry.  I just got lost in my thoughts for awhile.” Val wondered if her face was flushed.  Her slit was wet with the beginnings of a fantasy with this man.  His belt was still in the front of her mind when she said, “I’m not going to stay here for very long.  If you want to meet up with me later or leave with me and do something else, I’m cool with that.  The friend who accompanied me here ditched me.  There’s nobody else I intend to talk with.  If you want to razzle dazzle some potential clients since you just got here, I understand.  I’m a business owner myself.”

Robert swallowed the last few drops of punch in the paper cup before he said, “I think leaving with you sounds like more fun than talking to a bunch of people I don’t know.  Nobody really wants to be sold insurance at a reunion anyway.”

Your fingers dance across my skin, trailing want like burns along the pale expanse of need and creating in my mind a conflagration of possibilities that make my eyes gleam feral in the dusk of the room. I feel you hot and hard against the back of my thighs, the damp warmth of your demand trailing stickily along the sweep of pale flesh pressed against the length of your body.

 I feel your teeth sink into where my shoulder sweeps into neck, pressing with the promise of sharp, hot need and I arch into your want with a hitch of breath that leaves me panting. 

 My hair tumbles over my face as you tighten your mouth and force me down and beneath the muted ruby of its curls, I feel cocooned and caught, enmeshed in the trembling panting of your breath.

I move restlessly, flanks twitching like a restive mare. You tighten your hands around my wrists stretched high about my head, shoulders straining and I feel your hand between my thighs, clever fingers burrowing and finding the hidden tightness of my need.

 I buck and your body tightens around me and I feel the stiff hot demand of you slip between the slickness of my want and I growl. You jerk my arms tight and I involuntarily groan, caught between the promise of pain and fierceness of my rutting need, wanting both pain and pleasure with a craving that threatens to overwhelm me.

 Your body presses my flesh into the tumbled sheets and I feel your teeth tighten on that sweet, meaty part of my shoulder that you love so much and in my mind, I imagine the hot copper taste of my blood trickling into your mouth as you break the skin. The pain is sharp and immediate and makes things tighten deep inside and I feel the throbbing slick release between my legs drench the material below me in sympathy with the warm trickle down my neck. Your body demands acquiescence and the subjection of self but the fierce, wild spirit in me fights your mastery and I struggle beneath you. Our breathing is ragged and harsh in the hushed twilight room as we struggle, a two-backed beast of slick flesh and dampness, of hot hard need and swollen promise.

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Nadia arrived at Robert’s ranch style house four hours later.  It was a bachelor pad with little in the way of decorations.  Most of his furniture was comfy and brown or beige.  Until her phone call, he hadn’t known she’d even moved back to town.  When she walked through the hallway into the living room, Nadia was as stunning as ever.  Robert approached her as soon as he saw her lips curl up into a wickedly seductive smile.  Wearing a shirt that read the name of a local bar, The Whale’s Belly, her nipples protruded through the “a” of “Whale” and the “y” of “Belly.”  “Damn, I forgot how fine your tits are,” he said, tracing the outline of the two letters.  “You know I’m a breast man.”

She flipped her long, straight blonde hair behind her shoulder.  “And you know from the old days that I like a good fuck just about as much as anything else.  I’ll let you under the Whale’s Belly if you’ll let me be on top.”

“It’s a deal.”  Robert’s pulse quickened as he stared at the bump sticking through the “A.”

He stripped off all his clothes, glad he kept up the rigorous gym routine in the mornings before work.  His jeans, flannel shirt, tank top, socks, and boots all dropped to the floor in a messy pile to the side of the couch.  Nadia watched him, her eyes fixed on his crotch.  She crinkled her nose before smiling again when she saw the sculpted abs Robert had worked so hard to maintain.  He felt comfortable around her, and he knew it drove her crazy when he was slow about taking off his underwear.  Robert crossed the room and then tapped the button on his stereo, filling the room with the echo of soft music.

While sitting on the couch, Nadia lifted the T-shirt over her supple breasts and then pulled her pants down. They slipped off her legs with a tomboyish lack of grace.  She wasn’t tall exactly, but her legs always seemed longer than most women’s legs.  Robert watched Nadia lift her feet out of the pants.  His belly tingled as he anticipated a good fuck.  In the past, Nadia always kept him guessing.  Sometimes she liked sex rough and was feral about their play.  Other times she insisted he take his time and tease her.  He wondered how Nadia wanted it this time around as he sat on the couch next to her.

Her skin was tan except for her bikini line, which suited Robert just fine.  His heartbeat ratcheted up a notch when she neared him with those long legs and tanned skin.  He wanted to explore under the whale’s belly, and she knew it.  Robert missed calling her these past few years whenever he desired a convenient, guilt-free lay.  They used to be a regular fuck when both of them weren’t in committed relationships.  Nadia had been with Joe for a couple years and a hundred miles away, so they hadn’t really kept in touch for awhile.  She winked at him before lifting her leg over Robert’s lap and letting out a deep, slow sigh.  Just like before, they avoided kissing on the mouth as Nadia straddled his lap. Their mutual understanding was that this act they were about to perform was about pleasure, nothing more.  There were no strings attached whatsoever.  Her pussy rocked over his hairy thigh, dampening his leg.  She was wet even before he fondled her.  “Damn, Nadia.  You’re soaked.  Take that thong off.”

He traced the outline of her panties and tugged at the fabric with one hand.  He stroked her long, blonde hair with the other.  Nadia snapped the waistband of his briefs and said, “There’s no use taking mine off if you’re not gonna take yours off.”

Robert panicked.  His dick was limp under the underwear.  Surely Nadia could feel and see his lack of a hard-on, but he didn’t want to talk about it too.  “I can tell you’ve been eager for this,” he said.  “Probably even touching yourself before driving over here.”  Deflecting the topic usually was a good tactic.  If he could just change the subject he’d be okay.  Robert was sure obsessing about having an erection was the problem.  As soon as he could forget about trying, it’d happen.  If he could just focus on Nadia for awhile, he’d be ready to fuck in no time at all.  “Tell me about what you want to do.  You know I like talking dirty,” he said.

“Yeah.”  Nadia removed her panties by lifting her pelvis above his lap and threading one leg at a time out of them.  “I’m glad you like talking dirty,” she said.  “Because it’s been awhile since I’ve done that.”  She pressed her tits against Robert’s chest, and she whispered into his ear.  “I wanna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have the image of us in your head for days.”  She clenched her jaw, whistling through her teeth before biting roughly on Robert’s neck.  “Just like the time we were in the woods on that tree stump.”

“But I’m gonna need a little warming up first,” he said.  Robert cupped her full, round breasts in his hands.  They were just as wonderful as he remembered.  “Tell me more about how naughty you’ve been,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Nadia said as she licked his nipples.  She sucked roughly before dismounting from his lap.  He watched as she knelt between his legs and then grasped the elastic of his underwear.  She slid them off once Robert lifted his hips.  Her expression said it all.  She didn’t want to talk anymore.  Instead, Nadia used a gliding motion with her tongue as she licked his balls and his cock.  What she was doing felt good, but Robert’s penis didn’t respond.  Nadia then took it into her mouth and used her lips over the shaft.  Robert grunted, mostly out of frustration.  He didn’t even achieve a partial erection.

His face burned with embarrassment as Nadia said, “What’s wrong?  You whack off earlier today before I called you or something?”

“No,” he said.  “I don’t know what’s going on.”  He pushed her head away from his balls.  “I’ll pleasure you though.”

They traded places.  Nadia sat on the couch, and Robert knelt between her legs.  He eased his middle finger and then his index finger inside her pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue.  Nadia always had been a gusher.  Robert closed his eyes as he licked between her clit and opening while finding her G-spot with his fingers.

“Right there,” she said.  Nadia’s breathing deepened, and she began panting after he found the right places with his fingers and tongue.

Robert smiled at her directness.  Why was it that his fuck buddy was okay with telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, but all the women he’d even remotely wanted to date long term couldn’t be as straight forward?  He liked it when women knew what they wanted.  Call a spade and spade and move on, he thought.

Robert curled his finger in the motion he usually used while beckoning someone to “come here,” while he returned to her clit with his mouth.  Nadia rested her legs on his shoulders as her hips rocked back and forth.  Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, the juicy flesh pulsing as she moaned, begging him not to stop.  Robert was frustrated that he couldn’t put his cock inside where his fingers were, but he didn’t want to break her concentration, so he brought her to climax manually and orally instead.

“Your turn,” Nadia said after she was sated.

“No, that’s alright.  I’m kinda not so much in the mood anymore,” he said.  “You’re right; I jerked off earlier before you called me.”  The lie stuck to the roof of his mouth like cotton candy as he spoke.  He turned away from Nadia.  As Robert lost sight of her in his peripheral vision, and he picked the socks off the floor, his cock hardened as soon as the falsehood left his mouth.  “What the fuck?” he said aloud.

“Huh?” Nadia said.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”  The second lie caused his erection to grow harder, longer.  Damn, he wanted Nadia.  “I changed my mind,” he said.  Unsure if the fear of losing the opportunity was what changed his body’s response, Robert didn’t waste the opportunity.  Nadia was always a good lay, and she didn’t disappoint him when he asked to be pleasured.

The first time Robert tried physical intimacy with a woman after Lilly’s curse was when he hooked up with a friend who’d been a former fuck buddy.  “Do you wanna hook up tonight for old time’s sake,” Nadia said during a random phone call one day.

“What do you mean by hook up?  A round of beer?  A night of dancing?  Be more specific,” he said.  Robert loved goading Nadia.

“Hook up, hook up.  I need a good lay.  You know how we used to be fuck buddies before I met Joe.  He and I broke up over six months ago, and I need to release some tension,” she said.  Nadia sounded like she was chewing gum as she talked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.  You know where to find me.”  Robert wondered if Nadia was wearing anything.  It had been awhile since he last saw her, and she normally meant business when discussing sex.  He wondered why she and Joe broke up, but he didn’t ask.  Why ruin her desire to have a friendly fuck?

A few days later Robert munched on a bagel while sitting behind his office desk.  Between bites, he glanced at the clock and continued reading the daily newspaper.  The obit wasn’t anything the average Joe would find eye-catching, but Robert’s eyes were glued on Philip’s photograph as he read about the death.  The obituary didn’t say Philip committed suicide, but there were rumors swirling about town he strangled himself with a rope while away on business.  Within hours, Lilly would walk through the door to the agency’s office and begin the process of reporting Philip’s death, starting the insurance claim.  Robert’s battery powered clock ticked on the wall almost as loudly as his heartbeat felt as it drummed in his ears while anticipating her arrival.  He finished the bagel and wiped the cream cheese from the corners of his mouth before finishing an email to her.  Robert didn’t want a scene in front of the Joneses, so he purposefully scheduled Lilly’s appointment for the last slot of the day.  He had a few good sales leads lined up earlier in the afternoon and late morning.

The Joneses and the Ulbeks led to a few decent commission checks for the month.  Both clients were unusually easy sales, and Robert whistled during the down time between his lunch and the next appointment.  Four o’clock rolled by more quickly than he anticipated while he dealt with the other clients.

After Lilly was twenty minutes late for her appointment, Robert packed up his paperwork from earlier in the day, shoving the sheets into his briefcase.  Everyone else in the office already left for the day, so he was alone.  The thought crossed his mind that he should call Lilly before giving up on her, but judging from the description her next door neighbor, who happened to be Robert’s boss, had given him earlier in the afternoon of her appearance these last few days, he didn’t want to cross paths with Lilly any more than was necessary.  The way he had mentioned her, Charlie seemed to half expect her to foam at the mouth like a rabid dog.  Everyone connected to the insurance company was of the opinion she had killed Philip but staged it to appear like a suicide, including Robert.  She was more than just a fling gone bad.  He feared Philip’s death could ruin his career if she ever were convicted of murder and spewed venom against him in public regarding the circumstances under which the policy was sold.

He rose from the desk, briefcase in hand, when he heard a car-door slam outside.  About a minute later the oak door to the office opened with a violent swing followed by a crisp slam as Lilly stormed into the agency.  Robert was sure the doorknob dented the wall as she flung the door open.  His gut clenched, realizing there was no way to avoid talking to her that day.

“You told me the five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy would pay out if my husband died.”  Lilly’s mouth formed an elongated, rugged oval as she gritted her teeth at the end of the sentence.  Robert wasn’t accustomed to seeing her lips without her tell-tale burgundy lipstick.  Her entire face lacked make-up, and her skin looked pale even though the tone in her voice sounded as angry as a bull during a Spanish bullfight.  Speechless, Robert stood in the doorway of his part of the office while she shoved him aside to stand flush in the center of the room.

“You haven’t filed the claim yet,” Robert said.  “I can’t tell you whether or not the policy will pay.  You’ll have to complete the paperwork and submit it to the home office for review by our claims department.”

“You lied to me.  You didn’t explain the fine print,” she said.  Lilly’s words rang in Robert’s ears as she spat bile into his face.  What he told her when selling the life insurance policy was correct.  The point of purchasing life insurance was for the policy to pay out to the beneficiary upon a person’s passing.  This particular life insurance policy, however, had a suicide clause stating if a person committed suicide in the first two years of the policy, it wouldn’t pay more than three times the premium paid in.  Robert secretly doubted it would pay the five hundred thousand dollars to Lilly because Philip hadn’t even written out the first check for the premium as far as Robert knew.  It hadn’t even gone into force at the time Philip died.  Neither Lilly nor Philip told Robert he was suicidal when he gave the sales pitch and then later sold the policy.

Without sitting or filling out the claim paperwork, Lilly reached into her purse and said, “I curse you for your lies.  May you lose your ability to fuck women over, you lying sack of shit,” Lilly said.  She threw a handful of a powder-like substance into Robert’s face, momentarily blinding him.  “May you only be able to get aroused when you deceive the woman you’re seducing.”  She tossed another handful of the stuff at Robert.  Her aim was poor on the second throw, and it landed on Robert’s torso.  His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and the powder puffed out onto his stomach.  The room smelled a little like powdered sugar mixed with saffron.  The powder was light orange, and it was the consistency of cigarette ash.

With an animalistic half rubbing and half scratching motion, Robert’s hands touched his eyes in rapid movements.  If he could have flushed them out right away with water, he would have stumbled toward the sink in the break room, but the powder disoriented him.  His eyes watered as if she’d thrown acid in them.  Robert didn’t know what the substance was she’d thrown into the air and into his face, but his eyes hurt like hell.  His skin burned as the substance penetrated the fibers of his button-down dress shirt and suit pants.  He dropped the briefcase until the blurriness in his eyes subsided.  Robert’s vision returned slowly, in phases, as his eyes flushed the foreign material away.  What on earth was in his eyes and on the midsection of his body?

He wasn’t sure what had been in her hand until much later.  Through an educated guess after reading articles on the Internet, Robert concluded months later that Lilly’d thrown fairy dust at him.  After the stinging in his eyes subsided, Lilly was already gone.  Robert rubbed his eyes while contemplating what the ramifications of the curse would mean.  Perhaps it was all an idle threat.  After all, he hadn’t meant her any harm when selling the insurance policy, nor did he think their fling would amount to much of anything.  Lilly was the one who said over and over again she didn’t intend to divorce Philip.  Did curses only work if the person on the receiving end actually meant malice upon the person who uttered the curse?

Chapter One (A Cross Post from jenbluekissederotica.blogspot.com)

“I can’t divorce Philip,” Lilly said as she unbuttoned Robert’s pants.  “We have a prenuptial agreement that would screw me out of just about everything I own.”  She unzipped his fly while looking up at his face; her almond shaped eyes glinted when the light hit her green irises.  “But I can thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”  Lilly knelt at his feet, the insurance policy on the floor next to her.  She raised her hand onto the quad muscles of Robert’s leg while looking up at his slicked back, meticulously styled black hair.

“You’re my favorite kind of client.”  He had given up hope of selling her husband, Philip, a life insurance policy once he found out she wanted to use him to cheat on her husband.  Robert wasn’t sure how, but she enticed Philip to sign the application for life insurance anyway.  Lilly had a power over men Robert didn’t understand, and he wasn’t about to risk a sale to find out how she convinced Philip to buy the insurance policy.  He had never slept with a client before, but there was something about Lilly drawing him to her.  Her long, wild curls brushed against the leg of Robert’s dress pants as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.  He watched her in the antique mirror hanging above her bed.  The site of her mouth pressed against his pants was dizzying.

“Philip’s your client, not me.  Don’t fear mixing business and pleasure.”  She released the waist of Robert’s pants.  They puddled around his ankles over his newly polished shoes with graceless elegance, leaving Robert’s firm lower abs exposed.  “But I have to admit that you could sell a man his own right hand for a good price.”  She smiled at him from her subservient position on the floor.  Lilly pressed her nose against the cotton of his boxers, nudging his cock.  Robert’s own tanned body in the mirror pleased him.  Just for kicks, he flexed his bicep for her while watching his reflection.  “You’re so vain,” she said, taunting him into punishing her.

Robert imagined the last time he had been with her, and he knew what she wanted.  He finished undressing while she continued to kneel before him.  Using his necktie as a makeshift rope, he tied her wrists so her hands were behind her back as soon as he undressed her.  Then Robert pulled her long mass of brown curls into a ponytail before clipping the end of her hair to the necktie around her wrists.  The effect was that her head was cocked back so she was forced to look up at him while she knelt.  “You shouldn’t call me vain,” Robert said, pinching her nipple.  Lilly closed her eyes as he rolled the tender flesh between his fingers.
A soft murmur escaped her lips.  “I know what vain looks like.”

Bending down beside her, Robert picked her husband’s life insurance policy off of the floor.  Robert wondered how much time the ink had to dry between Philip’s signature on the page and Lilly’s affair with him.  The paper was white, crisp, and unfolded.  Her husband’s signature read yesterday’s date, but he wasn’t convinced Philip really signed it that long ago.  Robert held the papers in front of her face.  “You naughty woman, fucking around on your husband after convincing him to buy life insurance from me.  You’re wicked.  You know that?”  He licked his finger and then nudged it against her pink, moist slit.  She sighed when Robert avoided her clit.

Lilly’s eyes twinkled when she looked up.  He held the insurance contract under her chin with his other hand.  “You’re gonna suck my dick and then swallow every drop I give you so we don’t get any semen on this paperwork, do you understand?”  Robert couldn’t wait to watch her struggle when she took the entire thing in her mouth.

Lilly blinked twice in rapid succession, obeying the rules.  Once she was bound, Robert didn’t permit her to speak.  She opened her mouth in a large O.  He followed the line of her gaze to see what she would see if he denied her his cock.  The antique crystal chandelier above her must have cost a small fortune.  In additional to the gold trim and silver details, the chandelier held ten white candles.  It caught the light in what appeared to be a thousand tiny reflections of their naked bodies.  “Keep your eyes open and look at the chandelier,” he said.  “You know how much I enjoy watching your eyes water as you submit to me in your throat.”

He hesitated to give Lilly his cock.  Instead, he took the signature page of the insurance contract and dropped it onto the floor before scooting it between her knees.  “Your job is to get wet for me, but not so wet that you drip onto Philip’s signature.”  Then he began to finger her clit.  She let out a short sigh followed by a longer one as he teased her little, fleshy nub.  As he touched her, Robert noticed how Lilly had to arch her back as a result of how he bound her hair to her hands with the necktie.  The ponytail clipped to her wrists was the perfect pose to tickle her, but he refrained.  Instead, Robert knelt and then bent over, licking along her slit.  She was already wet from the danger of having to explain the mussed up insurance paperwork.  They were using Philip’s copy.  The company’s duplicate was neatly tucked away in Robert’s leather briefcase.  He liked a little fun, but he wasn’t stupid enough to use the one the home office required.

“Good.  I have to help you by lapping up your juices before we begin.”  Robert licked along her parted pussy lips but avoided contact between his tongue and her clit.  After Lilly’s breathing became heavier, he returned to standing above her.  Holding the first page of the insurance policy under her chin again, Robert worked his cock between her thin, O shaped lips.  Lilly talked incessantly when they weren’t role playing, so he groaned with satisfaction as he pushed his cock past her teeth, past her tongue, and then into her throat.  She didn’t disappoint.  Robert held his cock there until he felt the sensation of her humming on his skin.  The violent, little jerks around his cock as she gagged delighted him.

Robert eased back, allowing Lilly to breathe while he pinched her firm, brown nipple with his free hand.  Her breaths sounded in loud rasps through her nose before he slipped down her throat again.   She only gagged once this time, as her body became accustomed to the intrusion of his solid flesh.  The hair at the base of his cock brushed against Lilly’s nose as he held himself as deeply within her mouth as he could.  Robert wanted his balls inside her mouth too, but she wasn’t capable yet of mastering that skill.  He stopped pinching her nipple to touch her cheek.  The buzzing began around his cock as Robert listened to her muffled request for air.  He held his cock in her throat anyway.

Robert was close to coming.  Not wanting her to immediately inhale what he was about to give her, he said, “I need to stay here a little longer.”

Lilly lightly pressed her teeth against his penis.  She needed air.  Her teeth pressed against the base of his cock a little harder as he groaned.  She would bite him if he made her resort to it.

He retreated into the middle of her mouth.  While listening to the frantic inhaling through her nose, he said, “Be ready for it.”  His cock went down her throat again but not all the way.  He purposely thrust at the area he knew would trigger Lilly to gag.  As her eyes sent tears down her face from the successive gagging, Robert withdrew his cock so that it was barely inside her mouth.  He loved watching her taste his semen.  The sensation of release was priceless.  He wished he could draw the orgasm out so it lasted longer, but his body responded in its own time.

She swallowed every drop.

“Good woman,” Robert said before removing his dick.  He faced her and knelt, kissing down Lilly’s neck to her chest.  Repressing the urge to make a face, he tasted the perfume she must have applied right before the visit.  It tasted like orange peels and caster oil.  He sucked liberally on her nipple while caressing Lilly’s pussy with his fingertips.  She wasn’t on birth control, so he had to be careful what course of action he chose next.  Robert wanted his cock to feel the tightness of her pussy, but he doubted she wanted him to enter her with the pregnancy risk, so he didn’t consider recovering from the oral sex for some real sex.  He wasn’t against using a condom, and the moans escaping her lips while Robert caressed her deeply told him to just continue what he was doing.  “Remember not to drip,” he said, knowing she had no more control over her slickness than he did over his erections.  Robert reached for the insurance paperwork, scooting it away from the direct path of her pussy.  Since Lilly was forced to stare at the ceiling, he deceived her without really ruining her fantasy.

He couldn’t help but think Lilly must really hate her husband.  That thought kept creeping through Robert’s mind as he brought her to climax.  One thing Robert knew for sure was he didn’t ever want to make an enemy of her.  No way, no how.  Anybody who fantasized about dripping on her husband’s life insurance policy had to be wicked.  As her moan progressed into outright begging for him not to stop the caress, Robert wondered if she intended to murder Philip for the insurance money.  If that was her intent, he didn’t want to know about it until after it happened.
Oddly, Robert felt used, like a puppet in some sinister plan.  Plus, he didn’t want any accusations of collaborating with Lilly to commit insurance fraud.  The little voice in his head had been screaming to him ever since he met Lilly not to have anything to do with her, but he chose not to listen to his conscience.  A good insurance lead was a good insurance lead.  Robert knew he had no way of knowing if she’d forced Philip to buy the policy.  He didn’t really know what Lilly and Philip’s relationship was like except that Lilly was having an affair at the moment with him.

(Crossposted from my blog Lair of the Dragon Mage.  To read the first four parts, click 1, 2, 3, 4. )

Thursday morning Luvbunny slept in and I went out to check on midnight movies and pick up a couple of items from the store.  I got tickets to the 12:01 showing of Land of the Lost and returned to the cottage.

I woke Luvbunny and we went down to swim and play in the pool.  As the week progressed, Luvbunny was getting bolder – I had purchased some half towels with velcro that could be wrapped around and worn – we went down to the pool wearing just those around our waists.  After a while, we got out of the cool water and lay on the deck chairs in the sun.

We went back upstairs to eat lunch, and watch TV for a bit.  I told Luvbunny that I had a surprise for her that evening before we went to see the movie, and she, of course, wanted to know what it was. I refused to tell her. ^_^

We went out to a few stores in the afternoon and then came back to swim and play in the pool a bit more.  As the afternoon turned to evening, the air got a bit cooler – cool enough that we left the pool and headed up to the hot tub.  Even though there was still plenty of light, we stripped down and got into the hot tub naked.  We sat in the hot tub for a bit, talking and playing.  After a few minutes, I started counting how many people could potentially see her if she stood up in the hot tub (she would have been in view of some 20 cottages, several shops across the street, and anyone that looked our way as they drove by).  Luvbunny said that she didn’t really care, so I told her to stand up. She looked at me for a moment, then she stood up and held her arms out.  She stood up until I told her it was alright to sit down again.

We sat in the heated water for a few more minutes until I decided to tell her what her surprise was: I was giving her a chance to top me for the evening – with a bit of a challenge: if she could make me come 3 times before we went to sleep (after the movie), I would give her another chance at a later date as well.

She grinned at me and started stroking my cock under the water, telling me I wasn’t allowed to come yet. (I’ve given her too many ideas. lol)

After we left the hot tub, Luvbunny and I took the toy bag downstairs to the bedroom with the bunk beds.  I held on to the metal frame of the bunk and Luvbunny searched through the toys to find a flogger.  She used the flogger on my back and ass for a bit, then told me to turn around.  I turned and she used the flogger on my chest and thighs, even (gently) on my cock.

I apparently didn’t give quite the reaction she was looking for (I don’t think my saying “Is that all you’ve got” was what she wanted. ) so she dropped the flogger and fished around in the toy bag until she found the clothespins. She grinned at me and put one on each of my nipples.  I grinned at her.  She added a couple more, and I kept grinning.  She decided to up the ante and began clipping clothespins to my cock, and then my balls. She stopped to take a couple of pictures, and then pulled the clothespins off of me. o_O (I posted one of the pictures she took as my most recent HNT.)

Once I stopped shuddering, she blindfolded me and had me turn around.  I held on to the bed frame and waited in blackness, straining to hear what was coming.  I didn’t have to wait long before I felt her hand on my ass.  She spanked me several times, then stopped.

I waited again, wondering what was coming next, but she was quiet.  I didn’t hear anything that let me know what to expect.  My clue was the sting of the rattan cane on across my ass. I jumped as the flexible rattan traced lines of fire across my backside.  (damn, that thing hurts. lol)

After give me several strokes with the cane, she set it aside and pulled the blindfold off of me.  She told me to turn around and I turned to see her bucking on her strap-on.  (I gave luvbunny a post hypnotic suggestion some time ago that whenever she wore her strap-on, she would feel the sensations in her clit, just as if it was her cock.)  I grinned and helped her into the harness, then began rubbing her cock.  She hasn’t quite gotten accustomed to that sensation, and she shied away from my touch, but I kept after her, stroking her cock until she came.  She gave me her best glare, and tole me to kneel and lay across the Fetish Fantasy Inflatable Position Master which she had placed in the middle of the floor.

Once I was in position, she knelt behind me, lined up and pushed her cock into my ass. She went slowly, but once she was buried inside of me, she began to thrust faster.  She leaned forward, holding onto my shoulders and making shallow thrusts with her hips until she came.  Then she lifted herself upright, grabbed my hips, and began making long strokes, working the entire length of her cock in and out of my ass.  She came two more times before slowly pulling out and sitting down to rest.

We cleaned up a bit, and then went upstairs and outside onto the deck in the front of the cottage.  Luvbunny sat on the bench built into the side of the deck, and I stood in front of her.  She leaned in close and took my achingly hard cock into her mouth.  She used her tongue, lips, and even her teeth very lightly and gently, and then harder. She teased me, changing from light touches to hard suction on just the head of my cock.  She used every trick she knew to extend the blow job for several minutes, until she finally grabbed my ass and pushed her head forward, taking all of my cock into her mouth and holding me there until I came.

We both rested for a while, and then cleaned up the toys before heading to see the movie at midnight.  The theater was nearly full, so there wasn’t any opportunity for much to happen during the movie.  We enjoyed the movie, and once it was over, we returned to the cottage, climbed up the two flights of stairs and fell into bed to sleep.

Dragon Mage