Stoney's Erotica...

[jac]

I seem to be getting back into my writings... writings of poetry and writings of erotica. It's a release and a need to share. I have a good friend who's a lead singer in a band and recently he said that he needs his love to stay alive... that being his music. His words ring true for me, as well. I need to hang onto my love... my love of writing. I have one completed story and several in the works. Bits and pieces here and there... With school in my immediate life, writing is slow and methodical. I wish to share my completed story and eventually add to this thread with continued pieces. Feel free to post comments and opinions... I take constructive criticism well. Enjoy!

[jac]

It was a mildly warm afternoon as I walked along the riverfront. In the near distance The Riverboat Allure was docked in front of one of the town’s most popular pubs. The breeze off the river had a slight nip to it and the smell was of the fresh scent of summer. As I neared the riverboat I could hear a slight discussion between, what seemed to be an upset customer and the ticket master in the booth positioned at the entrance of the dock. “So, you’re telling me that I’ll be taking this cruise alone today?” I got the impression that she had been stood up by someone. The muffled voice from inside the booth replied with a sympathetic response, “Yes, Ms, I’m sorry but that’s correct.” With a hand gesture that showed a bit of frustration she replied, “Fine. I’ll return in time for boarding.”

Her hair was past her shoulders and wisped in the breeze as she walked away. It was blonde with streaks of highlights brushed through it to offer just the right kind of glimmer in the afternoon sun. She was wearing a soft, pastel colored, summer dress that fit her body perfectly. The length of her dress was at mid calf. With each step I was able to see the elegance and grace she clearly possessed. I envisioned her being the type of woman who carried a CEO position in some sort of firm, the type that dress to perfection in a business suit and stilettos. Today, however, she was sporting her summer wear and looked very refreshing to the eyes.

I was intrigued with her presence but in the same instance I wanted to avoid any contact with her. She was now propped on the railing, looking out into the distance of the river. As I passed I could smell the most inviting of fragrances coming from her as the breeze blew her scent in my direction. I took in a deep breath so as to capture as much of this scent as possible. A smile etched across my face with pleasure and satisfaction but was quickly replaced with a slight look of shock as she turned and stared at me. I was busted. She knew exactly what I was doing and she gave me a stern look that said I better think twice before invading her space again.

My heart began to race as our eyes locked. Her makeup had been applied with an expert hand that allowed her eyes, a crystal blue, to illuminate her inner beauty as well. Her lips were plush and colored in the most amazing shade of red. I could feel the excitement rising deep from within. I was mesmerized by this vision of beauty standing before me. I struggled to continue looking at her but my shyness and submissive side was taking over as I realized I had come to a complete stop. I respectfully gave her a nod. “Ma’am.” Lowering my gaze, I began walking toward the entrance of the pub.

As I walked through the backdoor, I asked the barkeep for a mug of draft and returned outside to sit at one of the tables on the deck. I immediately looked in the direction of where the beautiful woman had been standing but she was gone. I breathed in deeply almost as if I was relieved to no longer see her. It was a surprisingly intense feeling that had come over me when we stood so close to one another. Her energy sent chills that coursed through my body. A feeling I had never experienced before. I was sure to catch one last glimpse of her before she boarded the riverboat, unless of course, she had already done so while I was ordering my beer.

Instantly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up with excitement. Her fragrance filled the air. I could feel myself tensing up from head to toe as I sensed her presence close by. I was not able to see her in my immediate field of vision. Suddenly, a most attractive arm reached over my shoulder with mug in hand. It was she and I was frozen in my seat. Her hand was manicured beautifully and was adorned with rings and a fine gold bracelet.

As she leaned over me to place the beer on the table, I could feel the fullness of her breasts press against the back of my head and neck. Her hair lowered in a gentle flow. The breeze was blowing it back toward my face in a fan-like display. There was a slight tickling sensation on my cheek as it grazed my skin. “Drink up, little boi. You have somewhere to be very soon,” she said as she raised herself back up and placed her hand on my shoulder. Her voice had a soft raspy tone to it, very seductive. It was obvious to me she knew how to give orders and command respect from others but by no means did she come off as being bossy. Giving my shoulder a firm squeeze she continued by saying, “You have five minutes and I expect you to be on your way to the entrance of the riverboat dock. Do you understand?” I reached for the beer and brought it towards my mouth. “Yes Ma’am. I understand,” and began drinking. She was gone as quickly as she had appeared.

Upon finishing my beer I went to the bathroom to rinse my face and gather my composure. With a quick look-over in the mirror I exited and walked to the docks. She was nowhere in sight. While looking around, I heard the ticket master call for me to approach the booth. “I was told to let you know that you’re to board the riverboat and have a seat on the top deck. On behalf of The Riverboat Allure, we’ll be leaving in a few moments for a four-hour cruise down the river to the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean. You’ll be cabined with Ms. overnight and returning by noon tomorrow. Should you get cold from the northern Atlantic air, we have blankets located throughout the decks of the boat. We’ll be serving dinner in approximately three hours. At ten in the morning we’ll serve brunch. Thank you for attending our cruise and we hope that you have a most enjoyable experience.” I boarded.

The boat was now filled with patrons ready for their adventure down the river. I had been on a few of these cruises but never on The Allure. I had heard through close friends that the interior design was elegant but with a comfortable relaxing atmosphere and from what I was able to take in, so far, they were correct. It was nearing departure time and I still had not seen the mysterious woman. I reached in my pocket for my cell phone to see what time it was when it was smoothly removed from my grasp. “You won’t be needing this for awhile,” she said as she turned it off and placed it in her purse. “I was just looking at the time,” I replied. “It’s five o’clock and time for you to silence yourself except for ‘Ma’am’ responses to what I say. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied with a level of confusion but more so a feeling of intrigue.

For the first hour or so of the cruise, we listened to the guide describe the location, the environment and whatever else riverboat cruise guides talk about. I honestly had lost all audible interest except for the anticipation to hear her voice again. She said nothing. Then as if she was queued into my thoughts, she spoke. “Let’s go down below and get a quiet, out of the way table for dinner.” I stood and reached my hand out to her to offer myself as her escort. She took my hand as she rose to her feet and ever so gracefully slid it under my arm and around my bicep for bracing and balance.

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We were one of the first to arrive downstairs. “Deal with the servers. I want to observe you,” she said as I seated her in a far, out of the way table. There were candlelight centerpieces on each table and a few other candle pieces were mounted along the walls. Separating the tables were dividers draped with flower arrangements and foliage to offer a sense of privacy for the patron’s dining pleasure. The waitress came to our table, introduced herself and began to make suggestions. I placed our order and with a slight grin on my companion’s face, I could tell she approved of my selections. Upon the waitresses’ return with our drinks, this beautiful lady decided to distract my attention from the conversation by sliding one of her bare feet up my pant leg and strategically placing the other between my thighs. She touched curiously with her toes realizing that I was hard beneath the seam of my zipper. She gave me a wink of the eye as she began to press firmly with her foot against my cock. With each press I could feel my hardness against my body. I was clueless as to what the waitress had said and my reply was, “That’ll be fine. Thank you.” It was a good thing that what she had asked matched my answer because she immediately walked away and returned with the appetizers. “Do not be so distracted, little boi. Distraction does not impress me,” this beauty said. I felt ashamed that I had disappointed her so soon and lowered my gaze in acknowledgement. I noticed she was preparing herself to stand so I quickly stood and assisted her with the chair. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to freshen up some. When I return I want to be seated next to you. Make sure this is taken care of,” was her command as she walked away. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I watched her round the corner.

The waitress returned with plates in hand and both of us worked quickly to accomplish my companion’s order of arranging the seating in the manner that she had requested. As she walked back to the table, I seated her next to me and asked if I could be excused to use the facilities, as well. Her response was firm but soft, “No. Sit back down. You can wait.” We began to eat our main course and I could feel her hand begin to caress my thigh. Her touch was firm but gentle sending waves of lustful desire through my body. She pulled my leg closer to her, spreading them further apart. Gently she slid her thigh on top of mine, allowing her lower leg to relax between my calves. As she swallowed her bite of food I heard her next command, “Pleasure me.” Grabbing my hand with hers, she slipped it under her dress and between her thighs. She held her glass to show me that only one swallow remained and then it would be empty. “Pleasure me and order some more wine. Now,” she commanded just before taking in her last swallow.

Placing my fork down I motioned for the waitress to return. My other hand, the one between her thighs had now reached anxiously to discover that not only was she completely naked beneath her dress but also the discovery of the warmth and wetness of her sexual desires. I could feel the folds of her pussy beneath the caressing and massaging of my fingers. The fullness of her lips as they swelled with arousal. Her clit had hardened as I continued to touch with my curious fingers. She was dripping wet. Her soft pubic hairs were now saturated with the sweet juices of her pussy. I was no longer hungry for the meal in front of me but rather for the dessert within the grasp of my exploring hand. “May we please have another glass of wine for the beautiful lady,” I said with a catch in my throat. It reminded me of a young adolescent boy going through puberty while his voice cracks and squeaks. Her soft moans began to fill my ears as I continued to work diligently to bring her to climax. I caught a glance of her as the waitress returned with the bottle of wine and poured her glass full. “I’ll leave the remainder of the bottle with you,” she said as she noticed the heavy breathing coming from this beautiful women sitting beside me. Looking back at me the waitress smiled and walked away to share her findings with the others in the kitchen.

My eyes quickly returned to this sensually attractive woman that I was stroking and probing with my fingers. She allowed herself to enjoy all of her pleasures since we now had an audience of waitresses peering from the distance. Her head tilted back in a slight motion as she moistened her lips with the lush tip of her tongue. The breathing she was now experiencing had reclined her back in the seat and her breasts raised and lowered with each inhale and exhale. I could feel her hips beginning to rise to my touch and her hand had now reached for my shoulder in a desperate attempt to brace herself from falling off the chair. The wetness of her pussy released in a hot gush over my hand and I felt her body tense as she closed her mouth tightly to hold back her need to release sounds of satisfaction. “Oh yeah,” she whispered under her breath as she regained her composure. “You like my handiwork, eh?” I asked with just a touch of pride. “I said for you to be silent. Did I not?” was her response. Her voice had a slight tone to it that told me I might have messed up here. I shook my head in disbelief that I had possibly screwed things up for myself.

As she raised herself in a more upright position she said, “Hand me your napkin.” With the skill of a magician she had not only maneuvered the napkin between her legs to clean up excess wetness but had managed to take my cum-covered hand and raise it between the two of us saying, “Lick with me.” We both licked her cum from my fingers and then without hesitation I reached behind her head with my free hand to pull her into a kiss. Passionately we shared one another’s tongues in a dance of silent foreplay. She now took her napkin and wiped the remaining juices of her pleasure from my hand and then her lipstick from my mouth. “Get the waitress over here. Have her heat the remainder of our meal and request that she bring it to our room later,” was her command as she carefully continued to clean between her thighs. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I motioned for the waitress to return to our table. “We’d like the rest of this meal heated and delivered to our room later this evening,” I said, “and bring a fresh bottle of wine for the lady too.” The waitress smiled as she began to gather the plates. “If you like, there’ll be something in it for you, as well,” said my companion to the waitress. I turned to look at her with confusion and bit of disbelief. Actually, it was more like jealousy. What could she possibly be offering this waitress? “Oh yes, Ms., I’d like that very much,” the waitress answered with eagerness in her voice.

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We walked outside and returned to the upper deck of the riverboat. The night sky was remarkably lit with what seemed to be millions of stars. I was at a loss for time since I no longer had possession of my phone. However, by the position of the moon I felt like it could be around nine or so. As we neared the railing I could here the silent sounds of nature all around. The engines had stopped and besides she and I, there was no sign of life on the deck around us. Most of the passengers had retired to their cabins already. Others had remained in the dining area. Still others had ventured to the lounges. “Put your hands on the railing and don’t move,” came a soft whisper from my mysterious companion. I turned my eyes to her before she began walking behind me, “What’s your name, if I may ask?” She did not answer me but instead reached around my waist to unbuckle my belt. The jingling sound of the buckle seemed to echo on the river. I could feel her hands unfastening the button on my jeans. She slowly lowered the zipper and gave a sensual moan as she worked it downward. Her hands moved inside my pants but she was careful not to go inside my boxers. “My name is Ms. Maggie Allure but you’re to call me Ma’am as you’ve been doing all evening,” she whispered in my ear while she rubbed her hands over my thighs and cock. “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as I felt myself getting heated from her touch. Ms. Maggie Allure I said over and over in my mind. So, this is her riverboat? Interesting.

“Don’t answer me but only listen to my words,” Maggie continued as she began to work the buttons of my shirt open. “You were rather proud of your accomplishment in the dining room awhile ago. I’m not pleased with your distasteful display of ego. Do you honestly think you’re the reason for my satisfaction in there? No, little boi, anybody’s hand could’ve done what you did,” were the words that echoed in my head and ears as Maggie slid her hands around my body from front to back. The feel of her soft palms were warm and inviting as each fiber of my being tingled beneath her touch. I got shivers all over and goose bumps covered my arms and legs as Maggie caressed her polished nails gently up the spine of my back to the base of my neck. With a sudden and unexpected movement I felt her dig in and scratch them aggressively down my flesh to the waistband of my jeans. My body surged from the pain as I grit my teeth together and uncontrollably released a primal groan from deep within. My breath was caught and I gasped as I lowered my head in an all-encompassing jolt of adrenaline. I was suddenly weak at the knees and was only able to muster enough strength to rest motionlessly on the railing. “Now that, my sweet little boi, is something no other person could have possibly done. Do you now see the difference?” Maggie said as she moved her hands to my hips and motioned for me to turn around. My eyes were wet as I tried so desperately to hold back the tears. It was a remarkable feeling of pain and pleasure. I was captured in her, need I say it, allure. Again she placed her hands at the base of my neck but this time on my chest. I could feel her fingertips stroking my collarbone and her nails ever so gently skimming the skin on my neck. “I believe I asked you a question,” Maggie said as her hands began to move in a gentle massaging motion over my shoulder and chest muscles.

Sweat was now pouring down the sides of my face. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut for a second and took a labored gulp, Opening my eyes I replied, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a faintly hushed response. My heart was racing in an uncertain anticipation of her seductive, yet dangerously elegant hands that were still kneading my chest. My breathing was shallow but slowly returning to normal. “Good answer, sweet boi,” Maggie said just before clawing my chest in the same manner as she had clawed my back. Again, the sounds that came out of me were uncontrollable and guttural. My body tensed and my hands instinctively grabbed her by the waist in a need to hold on. My head fell back as I began to lose my energy. Maggie reached up to grab my head as I opened my mouth in a desperate attempt to catch some air. Pulling me in, she pierced my mouth with her tongue and began kissing me with a hungered need to taste my tongue, my lips and now my face. Maggie was on fire and filled with a power and strength that only she was able to control me with. Never before has another woman been able to get me to this level of desire, to this level of submission.

Her succulent lips and tongue trailed from my mouth and face to my neck and then ever so gently to my chest. I feared that something else was just around the corner. “Please, Ma’am. Please no more,” I whispered in her ear as she continued to kiss my bare chest. Fresh droplets of blood from the new scratches were appearing on the wounds. “You amaze me, sweet boi,” Maggie said in a warm soothing voice, “You obviously haven’t learned to remain silent other than to say, Ma’am responses. I also see that you feel a need to beg. So, I’ll be sure to give you a reason to beg before daylight approaches. This is nothing. Prepare yourself for what’s yet to come,” Maggie announced as both hands slapped my chest with a force that surprised me yet again. I was exhausted from the bursts of adrenaline but I was aroused more than anything. My desire to rip her clothes off and have my way with her was overwhelmingly painful. I wanted to thrust my cock inside her hot wet pussy. I wanted to feel her take me in and wrap herself around me. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth and bite them with the force that she was inflicting on me. I wanted her to feel this mix of pain and pleasure too. Most of all I wanted to get her just before the point of no return and then when she thought she could no longer take the suspense I wanted her to beg for me to eat her pussy with the hunger of someone who has not eaten in days. I wanted her to beg! I wanted her to know what I was experiencing. Maybe she has before. Then again, maybe she has no clue what it is to be submissive.

My hands were still holding on to her when I felt the sting of her slaps. My reflex reaction was to grip tightly. I shook my head in disbelief and then lowered it, knowing I had yet again made a fatal error on my behalf. I could feel her body react to my hands gripping her waist. I knew I would pay for it later. She shot me an expression that said loud and clear that I had goofed again. I watched as she buttoned several, but not all, of the buttons on my shirt. She did not fasten the button on my jeans either nor zip them closed but instead began to remove my belt from the loops. The first thought that ran through my head was that she planned to whip me with my own belt. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Instead she fashioned the belt around my neck, and pulled it snug. “Hold your pants up as we walk and should you say one word, I’ll gag you. Do I make myself clear?” Maggie said with a tug of the belt. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I grabbed the waistband of my jeans. “Not one word!” was her final command as she led me to her room.

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The night air blew nicely through the open corridors of the riverboat cooling the sweat that was still dripping down my face and body. The scratches were stinging and itching as sweat rolled over each of the wounds. I fidgeted as we walked, trying to rub the scratches with my shirt so the itching would subside. “Stop flounder back there,” Maggie said without faltering in stride. I was beginning to wonder what was next as we rounded a corner and I could see two housemaids walking in our direction. “Ma… Ma’am.” I began to say in a desperate attempt to let her know I did not feel comfortable being paraded around as a pet for others to see. Her abrupt stop caught me off guard and I walked right into her. She quickly spun around with the tips of her hair brushing across my face as she did. The housemaids were now a few doors away and I could see their delight in this public display of submission. The look I received from Maggie was one that I had not seen before. Maybe it was because I had never been with a Dominatrix before. I don’t know. I had to wonder if this was who Ms. Maggie Allure really was. Releasing the belt from her hand she reached in her purse and pulled out a pair of white-laced panties. Obviously the ones she had removed before returning to the dinner table earlier this evening. She pried my mouth open and forced the panties inside. Instantly I could taste the sweetness of her pussy juices in my mouth. She had been wet before removing them from her body and they were covered in her sweet wet taste. Grabbing the belt again she returned to walking me down the corridor as if nothing had happened. “Good evening, Ms,” both housemaids said as they walked past us. Maggie returned the greeting and continued to walk. I looked away from their stares but noticed that both of them were overtaken with a lustful look of arousal. Initially I was embarrassed but now as I continued to walk away with Maggie pulling me along and gag in mouth, I felt a sense of belonging. I belonged to her and not in some ownership sort of way but well, in a willingness to relinquish my identity as I’ve known it all along and be who she wanted me to be. It felt right. Deep down this was who I knew I was. Belonging to someone else. Yes, I truly belonged to her! If but only for this night, it felt incredible! I belonged to Ms. Maggie Allure!

As we approached her room another housemaid was standing at the entrance with fresh towels in hand. “Shall I draw a bath for you, Ms?” asked the maid. “No. That won’t be necessary tonight. Just leave the towels in the bathroom and close the door on your way out,” Maggie commanded as we entered her cabin. This must have been one of her private housemaids because she had absolutely no reaction to what was going on with this beautiful lady and myself. It was as if it was commonplace to see her pulling someone along by a makeshift leash. “Yes, Ms. and the wait staff will be here in just a few moments with your dinner from earlier, “ said the housemaid as she scurried around to supply the bathroom with the fresh towels. I was left to stand in the center of the room. Looking around I subconsciously let go of the grip on my jeans and began to reach for the panties still in my mouth. “Did I give you permission to do anything other than stand there?” came Maggie’s words in a warm sultry hush as she walked up and stood with her body pressed against mine. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke and the smell of her perfume was maddening to my senses. Unable to speak I lowered my hands and gathered the waistband of my jeans again. “Drop to your knees, little boi,” she went on to say ever so softly, “You’re not worthy of looking into my eyes right now.” She pressed her hands to my shoulders gesturing for me to lower myself to her dominance. This wasn’t any better I thought. Now I’m knelt before her at a level that could be nothing more than torturous. I could smell everything about her and I craved to taste her pussy in my mouth. “Look up, sweet boi,” Maggie whispered realizing the possible thoughts dancing around in my mind. Her hands were now holding the sides of my head still. “I know what your thinking and you’re not worthy of that right now either,” she said with a teasing grin. She walked away and lowering my gaze back down I exhaled a deep breath of frustration.

The maid was walking toward the bed to pull back the covers when the silence in the cabin was broken, “You’re done now, thank you. You may leave.” As the housemaid exited, the waitress from earlier entered the room shutting the door behind her. She was wearing a fresh outfit and her hair had been done up nicely. She looked refreshed and ready for her role in this mysterious yet seductive evening of events.

“Stand and come here to me, sweet boi. I want out of this dress,” Maggie said with the sweetest of invitations. Standing to my feet I walked over and let go of the grip on my jeans. Reaching up I began to assist in removing her dress. Her skin was soft to the touch and her color was a smooth milky white. Her breasts were soft but firm and as I remembered from earlier in the day, full. Nipples stood at attention as the air in the cabin hit their nakedness. I wanted desperately to touch her. My hands rebelliously cupped her breasts and my thumbs began to stroke her hard nipples. Her hands wrapped around my wrists bringing my actions to a stop. “That, sweet boi, is not permitted,” Maggie said as she removed my hands from her breasts and smiled flirtatiously. She sat down on a nearby loveseat covered in fine crushed velvet with all her naked glory as she motioned for the waitress woman to bring the food cart over. The waitress poured her a fresh glass of wine and busily hurried with the task at hand. “Step out of your pants and continue to remove the rest of your clothes, little boi,” Maggie said as she began to indulge in her late night feast. I kicked off my shoes and did as she commanded. I could feel myself becoming further aroused as I thought how hot this scene must look from a spectator’s point of view but it was even hotter knowing that I was actually a part of it all.

As my clothes fell to the floor and I was now in all my nakedness before her, I began to reach for the belt that was still wrapped around my neck. “No! Keep that on and before you think of doing anything with your gag again, don’t,” Maggie commanded of me. As she patted the floor with her beautifully delicate foot and finely pedicured toes she said, “Come and kneel beside me. You must be ravenous by now, my sweet little boi. Come. Let me feed you some food as our guest stretches out across the bed and plays with herself until we’re finished.” I lowered to my knees at her side and she slowly removed her makeshift gag from my mouth. She then extended a forkful of food and began to feed me as if I was helpless in feeding myself. I continued to look at her as we ate our late night meal. While she watched the waitress touching her bare pussy between spread legs she began to place bites of food on her thigh, belly, breasts and at the top of her pubic hairline. “Eat up, little boi, you’re going to need your energy,” Maggie said in a soft sensual whisper. I followed the trail of food she was leaving for me to eat. Licking her body everywhere I could to make sure that there was no trace of food remaining. The taste of the food was delicious but tasting her was a sweet sensation that I was willing to indulge in all night long. Her hand rested on my head as I ate my final bite of food that had been placed just above her pussy. Her nails began to soothingly scratch my scalp and neckline. Goose bumps covered my body as I licked the patch of hair between her legs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and raised my head so that she could look into my eyes with hers, “No no, my sweet boi, you’re not deserving of tasting me there. Remember you had a need to beg earlier this evening and I’ll see to it that you get that need met.” She playfully pushed me away and reached for her wine glass. “Go over and stand facing the foot of the bed,” was my next command as she stood with glass in hand and began to walk over to the nightstand at the other end. “You can stop what you’re doing,” Maggie said to the waitress who was obviously enjoying herself to an almost near climactic finish. “I want you to get on your hands and knees and back your ass up to my little boi.” My cock was standing erect and I was feeling an increase in arousal as I felt the hem of the woman’s uniform skirt touching my naked thighs. “Place your hands on our guest’s hips, sweet boi, and remain still while I prepare things,” Maggie commanded. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I could feel the head of my cock touching the wet juices of the waitress’ pussy. A slight moan came from both of us as we anticipated what was to come next.

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I could hear sounds coming from behind us when out of nowhere restraints were being fastened to my ankles and braced to the legs of the bed. What could possibly be going on now? Was I being held captive at her will? What were her intensions? My heart raced the more I allowed myself to satisfy her desires, my desires. I looked down to see Maggie gracefully moving about my legs while she clasped the final buckle in place. As she rose to her feet she dragged her nails up the backs of my legs and over my ass sending raging chills throughout my body. I flinched beneath her touch causing the head of my cock to penetrate the waitress’ hot wet pussy. The woman gasped surprisingly, drawing my attention back to her poised body on the bed in front of me. Reaching around my waist, Maggie pulled my cock out and from under the waitress’ skirt and held it firmly in her hands. “Mmm, a perfect size. I like the way you feel. I know you’re eager to fuck our guest but you must wait patiently, little boi,” Maggie said pressing it close to my body and rubbing her hands all over. Her breath was warm on my skin and she traced her tongue across my neck and down my back. I felt her mouth on my ass cheek and then she bit into it with a teasing pull letting me know that she had full control of my entire body.

In seconds more restraints were being fastened to my wrists and braced to the posts of her king size bed. The length was adjusted so that I could continue to hold the waitress’ hips but I could not get loose from where I was standing. With a satisfied nod of her head Maggie grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back and to an angle so she could forcibly kiss me. Her other hand began rubbing my chest, my stomach and then my cock. I was burning up inside. No matter what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, I was now in her control. That’s just it, though, there was nothing else I wanted to be doing and nowhere else I wanted to be than what I was doing at this time and where I was right now.

“It’s time to mix business with pleasure, my sweet little boi,” Maggie said… then delicately bit my lip between her teeth. “Do you trust me?” she asked me with the most sincere compassion in her voice. I nodded. I was at a loss for words as she continued to touch and caress my body to new heights. “You do realize that little bois need to be punished when they do things they’re asked not to do? Continue to trust me and know that I’ll only take you to the extremes that I know only you can handle,” she said as her hand once again grabbed my cock. “Are you ready?” Maggie asked as she rubbed the waitress’ ass with her other hand. “Yes, Ms. I’m ready to be fucked!” the waitress replied with enthusiasm. Slipping it back beneath the waitress’ skirt she commanded that I fill the woman with my hardness and commence fucking her. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I slid myself inside with ease from all the hot juices the waitress had already released. I began to move my hips back and forth with long deep strokes in a slow rhythmical fashion.

Maggie continued to watch me in action as she walked to the head of the bed and sipped some wine from her glass. I was feeling good at this time. I was being satisfied to a certain degree even though it wasn’t Maggie that I was pleasuring… or was it? Our eyes never left each other’s gaze and we could hear the waitress moaning from the thrusting of my cock inside her throbbing pussy. The deeper I stared into Maggie’s crystal blue eyes, the harder I began to pump the waitress. I held her body close to mine as my thighs were forced against her ass and legs with each pulsating stroke. The waitress’ body was rocking back and forth on the bed from this primal display of sexual play. I continued to brace her with my hands as she released uncontrollable sounds of ecstasy.

Maggie, now reaching under the pillows, pulled out a whip. The handle was short and it’s fine craftsmanship allowed for comfortable finger placement. It was covered in a black leather binding. There were ten or so tassel-like leather strips that dangled from the handle, each about a foot in length. I watched as Maggie finished off the glass of wine and crawled in a cat-like motion across the bed to the waitress. My movements had become fast and furious watching Maggie’s hot sultry seduction. I pulled the waitress back on my hard cock and continued to ram her. Harder. Faster. Running her fingers through the woman’s hair Maggie asked in a soft concerned voice, “Are you enjoying yourself?” and then gave a sweet caring kiss to our guest. A breathy reply of, “Yes, Ms,” was released as she continued to offer us her sounds of pleasure and satisfaction. “Good. And are you almost ready to cum?” was Maggie’s next question. Listening for a reply, she threw a sexy come-hither look my way. “This feels too good, Ms, to ask for it to stop,” was the response of our guest. Maggie now raised herself to her knees and positioned her pussy in front of the waitress’ face. Staring into my eyes she commanded that my thrusting stop. “Would you like to taste my wet pussy at this time?” she asked the waitress but still looking deep into my eyes. “Oh, yes, Ms, I’d like that a lot! May I?” replied the waitress. I mouthed my own words for Maggie to see, “Yes, Ma’am, I’d love to eat your pussy!” Maggie smiled at me as she spread her lips apart and willingly offered herself to the waitress with a stare that had now penetrated my soul. I licked my lips. I longed to be the one between her thighs, the one tasting her hot pussy juices in my mouth and sucking in her lips and clit. I could not contain myself from ramming my cock with one hard stroke deep into the waitress in a rebellious act of jealousy. That was to be my pussy this night and I was furious that Maggie deliberately chose to torment me this way!

A loud but muffled grunt emanated from our guest as she felt the force of my body inside her unexpectedly. The ramming was hard enough that it caused a chain reaction, pushing Maggie backward and off balance. My eyes never left hers and I could tell she was not pleased with me. She nodded her head, grabbed her whip and crawled off the bed as sexy as she had crawled onto it. As she walked over to me, I started to look away but instantly she stopped me, “Don’t you dare think about looking away from me, little boi! I expect an apology from you, not only to me but to our guest as well!” she had a very intense authoritative tone to her voice that instantly intimidated me. I desperately wanted to lower my head. I felt ashamed for what I had done but I felt a deeper shame for being reprimanded so harshly in front of the waitress. In a shy and vulnerable delivery I responded, “I’m sorry, Ma’am, and I’m sorry to you too Ms. Please forgive me.” Maggie’s hand reached out to the waitress’ ass and began rubbing her softly, “Are you ready to continue being fucked?” A moan came from the waitress as she nodded her head in agreement, “Oh, yes, Ms!”

Upon Maggie’s command I began to slowly thrust the waitress’ dripping wet pussy again. She took the handle of the whip and had me hold it between my teeth. The taste and smell of the leather was strong but increasingly erotic. Slowly she began unfastening the belt from around my neck. “I’m impressed with your boldness and willingness to not be broken. I like that in a boi. I also like having things done my way, especially when it comes to my needs and wants in the bedroom,” she said as she slid the belt from around my neck and down my back, tossing it behind us.

My heart was racing with all the stimulations around me. The waitress was almost reaching her climax. I could tell because her body was beginning to tense and she was raising her ass further in the air to fully take me in. The taunting Maggie had done with offering her pussy to our guest knowing how desperately I want it for myself. And now the belt and her seducing words, not to mention the whip that was being held in my mouth like the bit on a horse’s bridle. I began to thrust harder as all these thoughts soared through my mind and my breathing had become heavy and deep. Grabbing my hair again and pulling my head backward to reach my ear more easily she whispered as she removed the whip from between my teeth, “It’s time for your punishment, my sweet little boi.”

The first whipping was breathtaking as it swished across my naked ass. I gasped in sheer pain but was feeling the mixture of what Maggie meant by pain and pleasure. She took time in executing each whip. Wisp. Sting. Caress. Repeatedly I was whipped as I continued pumping my hard cock frantically into the waitress. It was amazing to feel the sting of the whip as I fucked this woman with all my might. I had never experienced such a whirlwind of erotic pleasure. I was getting off on this and Maggie knew it! After about the fifth crack of the whip I could feel the tears beginning to stream from my eyes. I wanted desperately to beg for Maggie to stop but I was determined to fight back the words. I had something to prove to her damnit! I will not beg anymore! She will not win! The waitress’ and my breathing had now become as one and we were gasping and heaving for air equally. The eroticism of it all had both of us performing with the greatest of convictions in that we were deserving of this night with this mysterious Ms. Maggie Allure.

What now seemed to be the tenth crack of the whip across my backside was beginning to make me lose my sense of composure. I was able to feel the sensation and height of the individual welts as Maggie’s hand lovingly caressed my ass between each whip with the leather straps. I was on the verge of begging for this punishment to end. Once again it was as if Maggie was inside my mind. I vaguely recall her saying, “You’ll beg, my sweet little boi. I’ll definitely fulfill your need to beg,” as she continued with another whip across my ass. This is a battle between her will and mine and I can’t allow myself to give in. I was struggling to talk myself through this bittersweet moment. I was about to explode! I had to hold on just a little bit longer… but I couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me anymore. I had reached my breaking point. The pain was excruciating. “Please, Ma’am,” I forced out of my mouth with every ounce of energy I could manage to release, “Please stop! I beg of you!” as I gripped the waitress with a final burst of strength in my hands. Upon hearing my pleas and cries for mercy, the waitress released her sounds of complete satisfaction and collapsed on the bed in front of me. I could feel her body weaken beneath my hands. I too was weak and fatigued from not only the fucking I had been doing but also from the whippings. With one final whip across my ass, a deep gut-wrenching grunt rose from within me and blazed through the room as I withered in a heap of exhaustion on the edge of the bed and on the waitress. The restraints still in place, I was motionless.

My eyes closed and my breathing was completely out of control. My heart was pumping faster than it had ever pumped before. Was I still alive? I must be or my heart would not be beating like this and I would not be breathing. The waitress had crawled from beneath my weight and I could hear her and Ms. Maggie Allure talking. I wasn’t able to clearly understand what was being said. It didn’t matter anyway. I was in too much pain to care what anyone was saying. My eyes opened to tiny slits long enough to see that the waitress was leaving the cabin and Maggie was now locking the door behind her.

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The restraints were being removed from my ankles and wrists. Emotions were running high for me and a sense of contentment flowed through my body knowing that the very woman that had brought me to my knees and to my breaking point had not left my side. The thought of truly belonging to her was warming to my heart, my mind and my soul. “Stand up, my sweet little boi,” she said as she stretched her beautiful body across the bed in front of me. I slowly lifted myself to a standing position at the foot of her bed. “You’ve impressed me beyond words, my sweet boi. You performed very nicely. Come here to me,” she requested in a way that made my eyes fill with, soon to be tears if I wasn’t careful. I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself above her on all fours. She reached for the control to dim the lights in the room. Somewhere in all my confusion two glasses of wine had been poured and placed on the nightstand beside the bed. That must have been what her and the waitress did before she was dismissed. Maggie shimmied herself up onto the pile of pillows and leaned back relaxing against their soft plush fabrics. “Let’s toast to a wonderful evening of lessons in obedience and trust,” as she reached for both of the glasses of wine. I rose up to my knees and took the glass of wine from her extended hand. We clinked them together and brought them to our mouths. She sipped hers in a beautiful display of grace and elegance but I was much too thirsty for that. I gulped mine down in three large swallows.

Taking the glass from her hand I placed them back on the nightstand and brought myself into her. “May I…,” I said in a respectful whisper as I looked into her eyes longing to passionately kiss her. Her hands reached around my neck and pulled me further to her and with a wink she said, “You’re mine. You belong to me now. Yes, my sweet boi, you have my permission to do whatever you want with me now.” I had to wonder if she really could read my thoughts. I didn’t hesitate to make my move in fear that she might change her mind. My tongue pried her luscious lips apart as I entered it into her warm wet mouth and proceeded to kiss her with deep adoration.

With one hand caressing her breast the other reached behind her neck to feel the silkiness of her hair between my fingers. I took my time as I masterfully lavished her with kisses along her neck, down her chest and over each breast respectively. Just as I had fantasized, I sucked her nipples into my mouth one at a time and bit them. Tugging and pulling each one between my teeth, she gasped from the painful pleasure of my actions. Her nails were digging into my shoulders as she released the words, “Oh, sweet boi, I know what you’re doing.” She was squirming beneath me as we felt the passion between us increasing. My kisses continued to entice her body and I could feel her hips rising in an attempt to show me what she wanted. I was in no rush to begin pleasuring her swollen hot pussy. I was enjoying the feeling of her body wiggling with her sexual desire to be pleased. After a lengthy time in foreplay she was close to begging and I was truly enjoying this minimal display of role reversal.

My kisses were covering her body and my hands continued to caress, massage and explore every tiny piece of her sexiness. Groans were coming from deep within me as she continued to moan in response to what I was doing with her body. She was getting eager and restless and resorted to commanding me again, but I was already in control of the situation and I was not going to relinquish this tiny bit of power that she had allowed me to have. I did not respond to her demands right away but they certainly did not go unheard either. The more she insisted the more aroused I became. She grabbed my hair with both hands and through clenched teeth demanded, “Eat my pussy, sweet boi. Eat me now!”

I lowered myself between her parted thighs as she reached down to spread her pussy lips wide for me to taste the sweetness of her juices. I grabbed her hands in mine and brought them together holding them still on her belly. My forearms braced on the insides of her thighs to hold her legs in place. Now resting on my stomach I was comfortably positioned to feast on her sweet dripping juices. With my mouth right there, I lay my tongue gently over her lips and clit. I could feel her passionate heat inside my mouth. She was yearning for me to make a movement but I remained still for what seemed to be a lifetime. Slowly I glided my tongue up her hot wet pussy in one long tantalizing licking motion, the way someone would lick the creamy soft ice cream from a cone on a hot summer day. She unleashed a steamy, erotic, breathy cry. I raised my head to look at this beautiful work of art longing for me to quench her lustful desires. Her body was arched. Tiny beads of sweat had collected in the cleavage of her breasts. Her head was buried deep in the center of the pillows. Barely able to look at her face I could see that she was flush. This was, by far, the most amazing vision I could possibly imagine.

I released her hands and watched as she raised them back above her head. Holding tightly to the pillows around her she shifted her body and slightly raised her head to look down at me. The look in her eyes was more than I could handle as she whispered irresistibly, “Please, sweet boi. Please. I beg of you.” That was all I needed to hear and see. I was lost in the need to satisfy her pleas. Moving my hands to hold the backs of her thighs my thumbs rested in the crease of her legs. I lowered my face to her pussy once again and began to indulge in the most pleasing taste imaginable. She was extraordinarily delicious in my mouth. I sucked her in as much as I possibly could. I nibbled and tugged at her lips. I rubbed my face in her wetness, bathing myself in her juices. Finally as I was anxiously working her clit to arousal she released herself to me. Her cries of contentment echoed in the silence of our room as cum flowed from deep within her. My tongue gathered her sweet nectar like a bee taking in the nectar of a flower. I was filled with satisfaction knowing that I had pleased her aching needs, wants and desires. I rested my face patiently still in the fullness of her pussy as I caressed her body to a calming state of relaxation. Crawling my way back to her side she pulled me in for another warm inviting kiss. Daylight was breaking. “Sleep well, my sweet little boi. You’ll need your rest,” she said as I nestled my body next to hers and we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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This was a day unlike any other I’ve had in quite some time. I had managed to show up late for work to find that I was unanimously selected for the job of guarding Ms. Sophia Swoon. “Since you decided to extend your vacation by an extra two hours, we took it upon ourselves to give you the sugar case of the week,” the chief said to me sarcastically as he slapped the file in my hands. The sugar case, as we like to call it, is really not as sweet as it sounds. It’s the case that we all fight to not get stuck with. Literally, we take it to the ring and battle it out. However, because I wasn’t around for the briefing this morning I get the shit end of the stick. I get the sugar case.

I sauntered to my desk as I listened to the snickers and sneers of my cohorts. It was basically the walk of shame but I wasn’t going to allow them to get the better of me. I had just returned from a two-week vacation in Hawaii and nothing, not even the sugar case or these goons, were going to break my spirits. “So, lover boi, care to share your gigolo excursions with us unfortunate souls?” asked Max, my lifelong friend and the best person to cover your ass in a barroom brawl. “I’ll have to get back to you on that, buddy. Here comes the chief and we all know I’m on his shit list right now. So get out of here while I still have an ass for him to chew out,” I said as I opened the sugar case file.

“Vice, you have less than fifteen minutes to absorb that information before the file goes to the lock down vault. I suggest you make yourself very familiar with Ms. Swoon’s case,” remarked the chief as he walked past my desk continuing to bark out orders to the others. Obviously, Vice isn’t my real name. Max gave it to me when we first started this bodyguard position. I tend to go for the throat when push comes to shove. Hy claims I have a vice grip hold when it comes to choking my opponent out. “Will do,” I said in response to the chief’s order.

First things first, where’s her picture? I flipped through the paperwork to discover that there was no picture available. “Great. This is why I hate getting the sugar case. The information is sparse and carries an element of mystery.” Did I mention that I hate mysteries, well I do. Most of us that work here hate the mystery cases. I’m one of those people that need all the facts. I don’t have the time or the patients for games. Continuing to look over the file I discovered that Sophia is the owner of our local lesbian lounge and nightclub. She’s lived in the area for the past seven years and has recently separated from her long-term relationship of twelve years. This must be why she needs a bodyguard?

“Okay, hand it over,” said the chief with an extended hand. “Come on, chief, give me some more information. This file was pointless. There’s no picture, nothing that describes her and there’s hardly any description of what she needs protection from. I’m guessing here, but… Is it her ex?” I said as I gave him the file. “To be honest, Vice, I haven’t a clue. She called the office asking for a guard to come to her nightclub tonight. Her request included that the guard order an exotic drink and stand against the far wall near the rainbow flag. She wants you there by ten o’clock,” the chief said as he walked off whistling.

“You know why we selected you for the job, right? It’s because you just got back from Hawaii and you’re the infamous connoisseur of exotic drinks,” laughed Heather, the world’s biggest closet case this side of the Mississippi River. She’s actually one hot number but her personality kills any desire I have to get in her pants. Max on the other hand has the hots for her. Good luck with that one, buddy. “So, Vice, are you wanting some backup tonight?” Max asked from over the partition between our desks. “Nah, that won’t be necessary. I’m not sure what this case will entail but I don’t foresee it getting overly intense,” was my reply.

I left the office early to run a few errands since I had been out of town for two weeks. My last stop was the bank before heading to the apartment to get ready for this evening’s excursions. The lines were crazy long. I took a wild pick and got in line behind a skirt. This woman was pretty attractive from my point of view… the rear. Now mind you, I’m not some chauvinistic goon by any stretch of the word but in my mind, and my mind only, I tend to call the lusty, business types… skirts. I don’t know, I guess it has a lot to do with the fact that I stay aroused most of the waking part of my day.

Anyway, this woman stood about five foot three but with her heels she was a bit taller. She had a really nice figure. You know, the type of woman that’s not thin but is proportioned nicely in just the right places. Her hair went past her shoulders and was a medium color brown with blonde highlights. Her dress went to her knees and had one of those slits right up the backside. The contour of her ass was amazing, not too small but not too big either. Her calf muscles were perfectly cut, as well. She was flawless.

As I managed to get lost in the view, I heard faintly from behind me, ”You can move up now,” in a not so pleasant voice. Without an acknowledgement to the words I took a few steps closer to said skirt, smelling her perfume, as I neared her body. Instantly I was brought back to the moment when files and papers fell from her hands to the floor. Being the gent that I am, I rushed ahead of her to assist with the retrieval of her paperwork. “Thank you so much,” she said as we both gathered the papers. “Oh, not a problem, it kind of breaks the monotony of standing in line, if you know what I mean,” I replied with a smile and a wink.

She was already standing looking down at me with a smile that could stop a thousand ships. Hell, it pretty much stopped my heart right there. Slowly I began to raise myself to a standing position with the last of her papers in my hands. With a giggle she reached for them, “I’ll take those, thank you and you might want to close your mouth before you start drooling.” Oh shit, wasn’t I embarrassed! I resumed my position behind her with what, I’m sure, was an obvious flush to my face.

Although, I would love to ask her out, I’m kind of hoping I never see her again. I wouldn’t know what I could possibly say that would justify my actions of some wet behind the ears adolescent horn-dog. No, I am who I am and that’s Syr Casanova Vice. “See you around, handsome,” she said to me with a wink as she walked in the direction of the next available clerk. With a smile and nod of the head, I acknowledged her comment. “Good afternoon, Ms. Swoon,” the clerk said as she approached his booth.

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Won’t this make for an interesting evening? I completely made an ass of myself and now I have to walk through these doors to face Ms. Swoon for the second time in one day. “Here goes nothing,” I said to myself as I walked inside, weaving my way through the crowd to the bar. The place was hopping with the beat of the music raging through my body, the lights over the dance floor flashing like lightning throughout the place and a sea of women surrounding me. With my arm propped on the bar, I took it all in. This was a rather sweet setup Ms. Swoon had created. Definitely somewhere I could see myself coming back to in my off time.

The warm touch of a woman’s hand gripped my forearm, “What can I get you,” the bartender asked. It was nearing ten o’clock as directed by request and I needed to get positioned but first I needed the drink in hand. “I’ll have a mai tai, thank you.” While I waited for the drink, women passed with winks and stares and one actually tried to pull me onto the dance floor. “Sorry, hun, but not right now. Maybe later,” I said as she winked and continued to move down the bar to the next available butch.

The bartender and I exchanged drink for money and I took an immediate sip. Whoa, that’s pretty potent stuff they fix here! Guess I better sip this thing slowly seeing as I’m supposed to be working. Still, though, it pays to have such a free-spirited job. Finding the flag on the wall, I strolled across the room guarding my drink from being bumped or spilled. There was a little wall space available near the flag so I leaned my back against it and patiently waited for the next move.

Several minutes passed as I scanned the club, wondering when this Ms. Swoon would get in touch with me. “Well my little banking friend, it certainly is interesting that at ten o’clock you would be standing in this spot with that drink in hand,” came her voice that caught me by surprise. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Ms. Swoon,” I said as I shifted my gaze to her. Lifting my glass to toast her presence, she said, “Follow me,” and began to walk off.

As she approached her office door, I reached ahead of her to open it. Leaning forward, I brushed against her backside, feeling the curves of her body against mine. Immediately I could feel energy between us. She stopped in the threshold, turned on her heels and grabbing the lapels of my jacket and pulled me into her office. I took her lead and pushed the door shut behind us. Taking the drink from my hand she began sipping. “Oh, I see… so this is how you get drinks bought for you,” I said with a smirkish grin. “Actually, it is,” she responded with a swish of her hips and a tilt of her head.

“I know I told you I would be seeing you around but I never imagined it would be this soon,” she said in a soft whisper. I was now leaning against the door as she brought herself closer reaching to the side of me to set the glass down on a small antique table. My heart was racing feeling her presence so near. Her breasts pressed against my body as her breath lightly cloaked my collarbone and chest. She didn’t back away after setting the glass down; instead she leaned in for a kiss. The soft plush sensation of her warm lips and the penetration of her tongue temporarily took over my senses, rendering me lost in the moment. My willing response was welcomed and for the next several moments I forgot the purpose for this meeting.

As I forced myself to break away, hands gripping her upper arms and moving her away she whispered, “Take me.” With such a want in her eyes I found myself eager to accommodate her pleas. Pulling her back into me, I lowered my arms to clutch around the lower part of her ass, raising her off the floor. The feeling of being lifted up caught her off guard and with a gasp she wrapped her arms around my neck as I walked her to the couch on the other side of her office. Her lips eagerly pressed against mine and her fingers tangled within my hair causing goose bumps all over. Our breathing became wild and furious I felt her nails scrape across the backside of my neck sending me into an instant urge to fuck her.

I threw her down and began to run my hands frantically across her blouse in search of the buttons. The smell of her perfume filled my senses adding to the lustful need to have what was now mine. As I began unfastening each button her skin was revealed along with the fine-laced bra that covered the fullness of her breasts. She arched her back in an effort to be felt even more.

Suddenly there was a single knock at the door and it was immediately opened. Instantly we both froze and turned our heads to see who had entered the room. I hurriedly raced to cover Ms. Swoon from the unexpected stares of Max. “What the hell are you doing here,” I asked as I continued to cover her body with mine, “and turn your fucking ass around!”

Max turned around so that we could both get up and straighten our clothes. “I was concerned for your well being tonight. I bugged your watch this morning after you had tossed it on your desk and walked away. When the signal went out, I thought you might be in trouble so I rushed in.” Furious with the intrusion, Ms. Swoon decided to call the remainder of the night off. “Both of you just get out of here,” she said as she began pushing me into Max and towards the door. “I should have known this was going to be a botched –up amateur job,” she continued. With little to no chance of explaining myself or making clear of what had just happened she slammed the door behind us as she finished escorting us out of her office.

“Damnit, Max, when the hell have I ever needed backup without prior notice?” was all I could say. I was so enraged at this point that I stormed out of the bar, got in my car and sped off to my apartment. Max knew hy was in the wrong and knew there was going to be some explaining in the morning, not only to me but to the chief, as well, when he heard that nothing had been accomplished on this case.

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“You’re idiots,” were the words barked out from the chief as he walked through the office. I could feel his presence nearing as I sat back in my seat to take the ass chewing. “What, no smart-assed comment from you two?” he continued as his glare switched back and forth from me to Max. I looked over at Max waiting for hym to say something, anything, but hy didn’t. “Well, just so you know, Ms. Swoon is considering another agency and will get back to me tomorrow if she decides to try her luck with us again. You better hope she comes back or both of you could be looking at the possibility of a permanent vacation,” he snorted as he walked away.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. “Max, I’m pissed as fuck at you right now! I’m telling you this but I better not see you anywhere near the place. I’m going over to the bar to try and resolve the matter on my own. You want to help me? Cover my ass if the chief asks where I am,” I said as I gathered my things and walked out.

There were no cars in the parking lot when I pulled up but that was probably because it was close to ten in the morning. I decided to sit around for a bit in hopes that Ms. Swoon would arrive soon to tend to business matters before the bar opened. It would give us a chance to talk without interruption and a chance for me to clear my name. To hell with Max and the agency, I had to take care of self. This kind of stuff could ruin me as a bodyguard if word got out that I couldn’t handle a case.

I got out to have a cigarette and stretch my legs when Ms. Swoon pulled her car in beside me. Hesitantly she got out, “What are you doing here? I dismissed you yesterday,” she said. So as not to intimidate her, I walked slowly around the vehicle and reached for the things in her hands, “Allow me to help you. I came to apologize for the incident yesterday. I’m not expecting anything in return. I just want to let you know I had nothing to do with Max’s actions.” Her hand brushed against mine as she handed over the things from her arms. Closing the door behind her, her hair fanned across my face. I could smell not only the sweet smell of her shampoo but also her perfume. I began to feel aroused as we walked quietly to the back entrance of the bar.

Just as we rounded the corner two people jumped out at us. I dropped her things and stepped in front of her for protection. “You fucking dykes need to get out of our town! We don’t need you here and we certainly don’t want your fucking bar here,” came the hate from one of the guys. Both of the men where holding objects in their hands, obviously to use as weapons. I didn’t give it a second thought and pushed the closest one back into the other, throwing both of them off balance. “Get inside now! Call 911 and the agency,” I shouted to Ms. Swoon as I continued to advance the two bashers with the heated vengeance of one pissed off lesbian butch.

After the situation was under control and the bashers were being put in the patrol cars, the chief walked over to me, “Good thing you never listen to me. What prompted you to come over here anyway? Never mind, I’ll cover the paperwork, you might want to go inside and check on Ms. Swoon.” I walked away without saying a word and into the open back door as a female officer was walking out, “She’s pretty shook up from the whole experience.” I acknowledged her with a nod of the head and continued toward Ms. Swoon’s office.

I could hear sobbing from the other side of the door. Slowly I opened the door a crack and slipped my head in to see she was sitting on the couch crying. Clearing my throat to let her know she wasn’t alone, she looked up at me and began to cry even harder. I went inside, this time making a point to lock the door behind me. As I walked in her direction I could see she was shaking. The shock from the confrontation was overwhelming to her and she could no longer contain her emotions. I lowered myself to one knee in front of her. “I was so afraid for us, for you,” she said as I leaned in. “We’re okay. I’m okay,” were my whispered words as I began to kiss her.

The taste of her kiss was salty from the tears but the sensuality of the moment, her concern for me, and the passion between us was all I could think of as my tongue penetrated her parted lips. I moved my hands around her lower waist touching her skin beneath her blouse. The warmth of her body under my touch helped to escalate my desire to take her. Her hands slid up my chest to my neck as I felt her nails digging into the flesh under the hairline on my neck.

As I raised myself to my feet, still kissing her I started to undress her. Déjà vu… exactly where we left off yesterday but with much more heated passion and desire. She lowered her hands down my chest and stomach attempting to unbuckle my belt. Her fingers fumbled and I could tell she still wasn’t quite up to par. I grabbed her hands with mine and guided them back and to the sides of her head while the force of my body through the kiss laid her back on the couch. Her blouse fell open revealing her laced bra and full breasts before me.

I rose to a standing position and reached for my belt to finish undoing my buckle, “Open your bra so I can see your breasts,” I whispered. Her clasp was in the front. She began to reach for her bra with painted nails of red. Her eyes focused on mine as we continued to undress. My pants lowered to the floor and I stepped out of my shoes and pants in one motion. Lowering myself to her, I could feel her hand reach for my groin. The hardness of my cock beneath my shorts let her know I was very eager to be with her. My hands unfastened the clasp of her skirt and together we shimmied her out of it.

As I completely lowered myself to her, moans from both of us echoed in my ears, our ears. She graciously spread her legs apart for me to have full access to her hot eager cunt. She reached for my cock and guided it to her as I lowered myself and into the warmth of her now wet hotness. I could feel her clenching tightly around me as I forced myself deep inside. Together we moved to a rhythm of lust and pleasure. Sweat dripping from my brow, the action became fast and furious. Our bodies danced as one as she climaxed with a rage of passion. Nails gripping my back.

She wasn’t done. I could feel her trying to force me to roll over and without a word, I wrapped my arms around her and together we rolled off of the couch and onto the floor. With her on top and my cock still firm inside her cunt, she raised up and began to move back and forth and up and down on my cock. Her head thrown back and hands on her thighs she continued to move faster. She was lost in the moment and I was fascinated with her desires.

I reached for her breasts, holding her, caressing her, watching her enjoy the pleasures of my cock inside her. Together we moved. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Her hands moved up her body and to her hair as she began to make sounds that aroused me to fill her deeper. She was cumming and I was graced with the beauty of this woman enjoying her orgasm to its fullest. Screams of pleasure emerged from her like a wild feline and her body began to quiver as she fell weak in a heap of hot mess on top of me. Her breathing was erratic and I could feel the beating of her heart in mine. Slowly she came to a calm as she whispered, “Thank you for being there today.” Kisses trailed my neck as I held her close and whispered back, “I’m glad I was…” My words were muffled as she passionately entered my mouth with her tongue.

To be cont'd

[JJWinks]

Stoney~ i really enjoyed this thanks for sharing it. You're a talented writer

[jac]

Bumpin' it. Sugar Case #4 on the way soon... Enjoy if you haven't already!