Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (10 page)

He turned and walked to the phone and dialed the number for an airline, and booked a flight to Washington, D.C., for twelve o’clock that day. When he put down the phone and faced the bed, he saw Anna Marie sitting up in bed, her eyes blinking drowsily as she ran a hand through her short cap of fine, brown hair.

She yawned. “You missed your flight.”

“Yes, I did.” He watched a small frown slightly marring her sleep-flushed face, as if she were trying to figure out if it was her fault that his missed his flight and if she should make amends for that.

“Will you be leaving soon, then?”

“Soon,” Dallas said noncommittally.

Anna Marie stifled another yawn. Her eyelids drooped over her eyes. “Do you want some breakfast?”

It was obvious that there was no way she would have the energy to pull herself out of bed, much less put together a meal.

“No, I’ll get breakfast on the way to the airport.”

Then she realized that he was stark naked and her eyes widened at the sight of his

monstrous cock with its ruby blunt tip. And the cock was hard and upright, having every appearance that it was ready for another round. Her mouth formed an ‘O.’ “How…how did you get that inside me?” she couldn’t help asking.

With a small smile that was ominously deviant, Dallas stroked his penis in front of her.

“You aided some, honey. You were accommodating. Very accommodating. If I’d known that librarians were some of the hottest cunts, I’d have fucked one long ago.”

Anna Marie blushed, averting her eyes from his hand that was stroking his rampant rod.

She took a little issue with him that he would throw in her face just how very unladylike and uncontrolled she had been in her sexual response to him. “You’re not a very nice man, are you?” Secret Affair 60

she shot at him, reminding him not unlike his fluffy white and gray kitten when she tried to show her bravado.

“No, mam. Not in bed, I’m not.”

He took a step towards the bed. Then the clock on the bed stand caught Dallas’s eyes. He didn’t really have time for another round. At least not the round that he had in mind. He knew he had long overstayed at the librarian’s small home, especially when the librarian was his brother’s sister-in-law. But she had been so delectable, so soft, so kittenish, and so pleasurable. For once, Dallas was finding it hard to say no to a woman the morning after. Even when she hadn’t asked.

He came nearer to the bed. Her eyes widened and became fixated on his penis that rose stiffly from the heavy nest of black hair. Her mouth went dry and parted unconsciously with hunger and need. She had never been so turned on by the sight of a man’s cock before. Perhaps there was something to be said for size after all, she thought. She lifted her hand but quickly drew it back when she realized what she was about to do.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock, positioning her palm around the base and her thumb at the back where he was most sensitive. He was so big in length and circumference that her fingers and thumb could not encircle him.

At first Anna Marie just held him, her eyes glued to it. Then, gingerly, she lightly stroked him. Dallas hissed out a small breath, his head falling back, his eyes closing. She looked up at him, fascinated and yet a little apprehensive that she could have this affect on a man with just her hand. She continued to stroke him, hesitantly, slowly, acquainting herself with the feel of him, the velvety skin, the bulbous blunt tip, wanting to get to know the cock that she had taken inside her body.

She knew what it felt like to have the giant cock inside her pussy. A shiver went down her spine when she realized she had just referred the private part between her thighs as her pussy.

She suppressed a giggle. She must be on her way to becoming a harlot to be using such frank language, even if only to herself. But she couldn’t help it. She just had the most pleasurable experience she ever had in her life. And it was because of this man whose penis she was currently holding in her hand.

She wondered where else in her body she could take it. She knew women sometimes took a penis in their mouths. Would it feel just as wildly erotic and agonizingly pleasurable as when she took him in her pussy? She had heard that men liked it when women took their penis in their Secret Affair 61

mouths. While some women abhorred the idea, many others found it enjoyable. Those who despised the idea of taking a man’s cock in their mouths said it was degrading to women, the act subjugated them, and only the man could find it pleasurable because it gave all the power to him over the woman.

It occurred to Anna Marie that when a woman held a man’s most vulnerable part in her mouth, that gave her some measure of power, as well. Even more, she further imagined. She could do things to him with her mouth, her tongue, and, if he needed a little punishment, with her teeth. Perhaps while she held him in her mouth, she could even control him, go as far as making him beg. Such power, she realized, could be a heady thing. A woman could get drunk on such power, knowing she was exacting tortuous pleasure to the man, just as he had wrung the same from her body, driving him to plead with her, perhaps drive him to promise her things that he normally would not promise, willing to make a pact with a she-devil.

As she dreamed of drawing Dallas into her mouth, she continued to stroke the huge cock that was inches from her face, her touch still shy and unsure.

“No, baby,” he said gently when he saw her licking her lips, reading the fever in her eyes as they stared fixatedly on his cock. He cupped her jaw with his hand and raised her eyes to his.

“As sweet as your mouth looks, we’re not doing that, now. At least not this time.” He traced his thumb over the shape of her lips. He shuddered at the thought of that small perfect lover’s bow stretched over his cock. It would almost be like a white-gray kitten, as he thought of Anna Marie, giving him head. “I’m not sure it would fit in there, anyway. Don’t pout, baby,” he said more sternly when an injured look came into her gray eyes. “Don’t be like that. This would be your first time…don’t deny it,” he added quickly when she was about to. “I’m not quite sure it’s a good idea to start with me for your first time. If I were to let you try to take me in your delectable little mouth, we would need a lot more time than we have for me to teach you and to prepare your mouth to take me. So, for now, we’ll have to be satisfied with doing it the way we have been doing it, don’t we, kitten?”

Dallas lifted Anna Marie so that she was kneeling before him on the bed. He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his and kissed her long and hard. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her passion fully aroused from holding his cock in her hand and fantasizing about having it in her mouth. He pushed her back on the bed, following her as he continued to kiss her. She reached for his cock with her small hand, and he shuddered when she Secret Affair 62

squeezed him gently and groaned in her mouth. Anna Marie thought it was the sexiest thing a woman could ever experience, a man groaning in her mouth while she pleasured him with her hand. In a way she felt as if he was her prisoner.

The sense of feminine power went to her head, and she wanted more. And she was

willing to risk his displeasure. She waited for her opening, continued to gently caress him, shyly testing her touch, running her thumb over the spot where she now knew he was sensitive. Dallas lifted his head and bent it back, his eyes closed, and the veins on his neck burgeoning as he strained to maintain his control, reflexively thrusting his hips at her. Then he bent his head and started to nibble on her neck, working his way across her shoulder and down her arm and across to her breast.

Anna Marie pressed her lips to his neck and nibbled her way down his body as he was

nibbling down hers, her hand still holding him a sensual captive. When her journey brought her within inches of his cock and his attention was still on tasting her breast, she seized her opportunity. She bent her head, opened her mouth wide and slipped it over his bulbous tip. He was right, he was much too big for her mouth and she could barely take his tip in her moist cavern. But she was game, and started to suck on it, not really knowing what she was doing, willing to go purely on instinct.

Dallas stilled, stunned, then he shuddered when he felt her dainty mouth closing hotly over him, although it was just the tip of him. He couldn’t believe his little kitten had disobeyed him. He immediately pushed her away.

She lay back on the bed, looking up at him, confused and wary as he loomed over her, his green eyes hot with desire and hard with condemnation, like an aroused, naked archangel about to swoop down on her in his quest for holy vengeance and mete out penance.

“That was very naughty, honey,” he admonished sternly. “You disobeyed me when I

specifically told you no. You should have trusted me, because I was only doing what was best for you. There was a good reason why I felt that you shouldn’t try taking me in your mouth this time when it is your first time.”

He reached a hand out to her and she flinched as if she were expecting him to strike her.

Dallas traced a finger down her cheek and along her jaw line. There was a look of pity in his eyes. To Anna Marie, it was almost worse than being struck. She didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until she felt her chest constrict from lack of air, and she slowly exhaled.

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He said softly, menacingly, sending shivers down her spine, “I was only thinking of you, kitten, but you decided to ignore my best judgment, because you can only think of what you wanted and what you wanted now, didn’t you? Like a bad little kitten, who doesn’t care that the master knows what’s best for her. Do you know what happens to such a little kitten like that?” Anna Marie’s gray eyes widened. She swallowed but she stared at him in fascination.

“What?”

“They get punished for disobeying.”

“Punished?” she squeaked out.

“Yes, punished.”

Dallas pushed her onto her all fours on the bed, stood beside her facing away from her, put one arm around her waist so that her buttocks were in front of him. Shocked, not believing what was about to happen but afraid that it might, Anna Marie wriggled her buttocks at him. He tightened his hold on her.

“I’m sorry, baby, to do this to you, but you left me no choice. Believe me, this will hurt me more than it hurts you.”

He raised his hand and smacked her naked bottom, hard, leaving a red streak across her creamy buttocks.

“Oh,” she shrieked with shock and pain, wriggled her buttocks again, earning her another swat.

Dallas smacked her three more times, and she howled each time. But the spanking wasn’t all pain and humiliation. Anna Marie didn’t want to admit it but she could feel pleasure blooming in her loins every time his hand came down on her bottom.

He was breathing hard when he straightened, his face darkly red, his eyes glittering a dangerous green. But Anna Marie did not see his eyes because she was lying face down on the bed, softly weeping at the pain throbbing on her buttocks.

“You’re a very greedy little girl, wanting your lollipop now instead of waiting for it, like you were told to,” he said to her, still sounding like the stern father. “So, you shall be treated the way all selfish, grasping little girls should be treated.”

He parted her legs and thrust a finger into her snatch finding it dripping copiously with her thick juice. She moaned in protest, as well as with reluctant pleasure, turned her head and continued to sob quietly. He bent his head closer to the flesh between her parted thighs, inhaled Secret Affair 64

deeply, and closed his eyes as he drew in the heady pungency of her particular musk. Sex always made a female’s scent sharper. He twisted his finger and pressed the pad of it against the very sensitive flesh of her uterine wall on the opposite side of her clitoris and caressed with a firm, male touch. Anna Marie cried out and shuddered, throwing her head back, her eyes closed.

He gave a low, growling chuckle as he felt her snatch flood with more juices. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, her reddened buttocks sticking up. She jumped when his hand covered one of her cheeks that were burning from her punishment.

“You liked being spanked by your daddy, didn’t you, little girl?”

The words were so nasty that she yelped with outrage, jerking her hips to try to dislodge his probing finger. Then she yelped again with hurt when he gave her cheek a sharp slap of reprimand. “Be still!”

He went back to soothing the raw skin of her buttocks. She shivered because his caress was anything but soothing or comforting. As a connoisseur would, he was savoring her, her body, her incredibly silky flesh, her aroma, before he consumed her. He pressed his finger down inside her again, eliciting another cry and a shudder of her body, more juice flowing from inside her. He twisted his finger inside Anna Marie’s snatch, causing her nerve endings to tighten again so that she shook again, releasing more of her juice. He spread the juice over the crinkled, closed opening of her anus, inserting his finger in to fill it with her liquid.

“Oh!” she yelped again. “Wha…What are you doing?”

Dallas did not answer but put his finger back into sopping vagina, scooped up more of the juice and then pushed it into her anus again. He did this two more time. The third time, he kept his long finger lodged into her anus.

“What are you doing?” she asked again, trying to make her voice sound more assertive and demanding. She felt ashamed that a man was brazenly invading THAT part of her body. She had heard and read of women who let men do this to them, but it always seemed so shameful, nasty, even repugnant. She had thought that this kind of sex was morally reprehensible.

He pulled her off his lap, stood behind her, re-inserted his finger in her rectum. He nudged her legs further apart, took his long, thick cock in his fist and guided himself to her pulsing, wet snatch.

Anna Marie stilled when she felt the fat round tip of him nudging at her entrance. Surely he wasn’t going try to put that back inside her, not when her behind was stuffed with his long Secret Affair 65