Around the World in 80 Men (7 page)

Morgan, who was still hovering behind her
and had her head at Julianne's shoulder, scanned the words as
quickly as she could.

Morgan, I can't wait to meet you, lass. Your
new friend, Finlay.

Chapter Seven

“
Oh my God, he called me
lass! Lass! Can you believe that? Like in the old days and
everything!” Morgan squealed with delight, and stood only to pace
with excitement.

Julianne turned to watch her, and smiled at
how young and carefree her new girl turned out to be. “You'll have
the time of your life, Morgan.” As she watched her skip and pace
back and forth in the main room, rambling about kilts and sword
fights, there was a soft knock at the door.

Still smiling, Julianne got up and opened
it. Morgan looked over as well, and there in the doorway stood
boy-next-door. “Dennis, what brings you this way?” Julianne
motioned for him to enter.

Dennis, once inside, told Julianne that he
needed to speak with her in private. Morgan, noticing the silence
that followed, announced that it was getting late and she bid them
both a good night. She went into the guest room of the suite, and
closed the door behind her.

She flopped on top of the bed, still
picturing Highland Warriors and the battles that they fought for a
damsel in distress. Damsels that were locked away in Scottish
castles by arrogant, and handsome, Scottish men. She giggled at her
own imagination, and turned over to her stomach to stretch before
getting ready for sleep.

She stretched her arms straight in front of
her, and pointed her toes as far as she could. In mid-plank, her
door opened slightly and Julianne peeked her head in. “Morgan,
could I speak to you for a moment?” As Morgan flipped back over,
she told her to come in.

“Dear, it would seem as if Dennis has been
disappointed all day that he wasn't chosen for the practice
session. He came to offer payment for your services for the night.
Normally, I let my girls pick the men, but since you've already met
him, I'm willing to make an exception. That is, if you're
interested.” Julianne's business like approach meant that she
needed an answer right away.

Do I want to? He's
cute..and he's obviously a sweet guy who probably wants to cuddle
more than anything.
“Sure, I'd love to.
Just give me a minute, and send him in.” She smiled wildly, loving
the fact that sweet Dennis couldn't resist her.

Morgan walked to the pile of new clothes on
top of the dresser, making a face at herself for not putting them
away yet, and found an adorable matching pair of bra and panties.
They were dark purple, with black lace, perfectly suitable for the
casually-laying-around in bed look.

She stripped down naked, and had just
started to pull her panties up from her knees when the door opened.
Morgan looked up to see Dennis walk in, and close the door behind
him.

“Dennis! Oh, sorry. If you'll give me just a
minute more, I'll be ready.” She continued to pull up her panties
when he walked to stand behind her.

“No, leave them off.” From behind, he bent
down and pushed her hands back down to remove the material
completely. “Get in bed, Sugar.” He put his hands at her waist, and
turned her around toward the bed.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, she
was supposed to arouse him, or excite him, or something. “Dennis,
how about you get on the bed, and I'll let you know what to do.”
She turned to him as she spoke, smiling sweetly, but with fake
confidence.

He turned her back around, and held her
still while he whispered in her ear, “this isn't playtime, Sugar.
There's no game tonight, just us enjoying each other. Now, get in
bed for me.” He stood back to his full height, and gently nudged
her in the back.

Confused, Morgan crawled onto the bed, and
turned to lay on her back. She stared up at the tall man as he
quickly removed his own clothes, and then moved over top of her to
straddle her waist. “Don't look so worried, I promise you'll enjoy
yourself.” He reached beside the bed, and took something from his
discarded pants on the floor, and sat back up.

“Put your hands together.” She just stared
at him as he gently took her wrists, and tied them together. Morgan
thought of screaming, Julianne was only outside the room. She tried
to remain calm, and hold out as long as she could.

Then Dennis raised her slender arms, and
tied them to the metal headboard. She felt exposed, helpless, and
strangely aroused. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He bent down, and
placed his lips against her neck. His lips were warm, and felt
wonderful against her sensitive skin. Then he lowered his kiss,
down to her chest, and ran his tongue all the way down to her
hardening nipple. He sucked one into his mouth, and rolled it
around with his tongue, making Morgan moan weakly and squirm under
his touch.

The feeling was intense, and Morgan wanted
more. It was frustrating to not touch him, but exciting as well.
She pushed her chest harder against his mouth, and he covered more
of her breast with his full lips. When she pushed again, not
wanting him to stop, he removed his mouth from her, and looked over
her squirming body. “I knew you would like that. Now spread your
legs, Morgan.” He lowered his head, and waited her her to
comply.

She didn't know if she spread them because
he told her to, or because his mouth was so close to her hardened
pink area, but she spread them wide, and watched his head lower
then take the swollen bud into his mouth. Again, he moved his
tongue back and forth and the sensation forced her to arch against
his mouth, nearly rendering her breathless. The tempo of his
movement increased, and the quick playful flicker of his tongue
against her brought excruciating pleasure that held her on the
brink of climax. Her breathing changed, and her thrusts against him
had a familiar rhythm that made him stop before it was too
late.

Morgan moaned at the loss of her building
pleasure, and nearly begged him to continue with the look that she
gave him. “Not yet, Sugar.” He came back up to her face, and asked,
“do you like to taste yourself on a man?” His eyes were intense,
and filled with lust for her that made it all that more
exciting.

“Yes.” She spoke, and nodded at the same
time. She knew that she wasn't like most women, because she really
did like the taste of herself on a mans mouth and tongue. It was
one thing that she had over most women in the sex department. She
looked forward to his kiss, and to run her tongue over his
lips.

But he didn't kiss her, he grabbed his own
throbbing manhood, and put it inside of her slowly, never stopping
until he was sheathed entirely. His large dick filled her, and she
again arched her back at the sweet unexpected intrusion, wanting to
continue.

Then he pulled out, all the way. She
whimpered again, and raised herself toward him. He smiled and shook
his head as he brought himself up to sit over her chest. His large
wet cock throbbed in front of her face. “Lick yourself off of
me.”

That was new to her, normally she only
tasted herself on a man's mouth. But his large member was only an
inch from her face, and she licked her lips as she leaned slightly
forward to take what he was offering.

She slid her tongue from the bottom to the
top, slowly tasting herself on every inch of the underside of him.
She liked it, the smooth feel of his skin was like satin against
her tongue. Morgan heard him groan in response when she covered the
head with her lips, and took half of him into her mouth. She
licked, and sucked her way back to the top, feeling his desire jerk
inside of her mouth. It was intoxicating to have that much power
over a man when her hands were tied above her head.

She picked up the pace, and his loud
breathing mixed with hoarse moans, made her suck him faster and
harder. “Stop!” He pulled from her mouth, and positioned himself
back on top of her.

With one quick move, he was back inside of
her, thrusting all the way in, and pulling almost all the way out.
He reached up, and untied her hands without ever slowing. Morgan
instantly buried her fingers in his blonde hair, and squeezed her
legs around his ass, pushing him harder inside of her. His
movements were steady, and he hit the exact spot that she needed to
escalate her passion to the point of white hot explosion.

Morgan turned her head, and moaned loudly,
“keep going, don't stop!” She was so close, and with two more deep
thrusts, she came loudly, and her juices flowed over his buried
shaft. Feeling her body spasm around him, he burrowed his head in
the pillow beside hers, and pushed deep inside of her as he
released. The heat from his eruption added to the lingering, yet
still powerful, climax, and she moaned again until he was
finished.

They stayed in that position for several
moments, not wanting to release each other. Finally, Dennis rolled
over and looked at Morgan.

“Sugar, you're amazing.” He kissed the tip
of her nose, and got up from the bed. She lazily watched him dress,
and asked if he were leaving so soon.

He laughed, “yeah, I have to go. But if
you're ever in town, look me up. Julianne has my information.”

Morgan finally sat up in bed, “Dennis, I was
wrong about you. You made me feel incredible, and I just wanted to
say, thank you.”

He stopped in his tracks, right before he
opened the door, and responded, “Sugar, don't judge a man so
quickly, he may just surprise you.” He winked at her, then walked
out of the room.

Chapter Eight

“
No, Morgan, don't you
touch that, young lady! You see that brawny man over there?”
Julianne threatened as she pointed to a man with an all-too-tight
tee shirt headed their way. “He'll get it for you,” she
finished.

Morgan withdrew her hand from the inside
handle of the door like it suddenly had the plague. She quickly
pulled her hand to her lap nervously and covered it with the other
to wait patiently for Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome to approach her
side of the car.

She looked down at her hands
and a big smirk spread across her lips. She couldn't remember a
time in her life where a man had opened a door for her. Some of the
guys she had gone out with had texted her as they arrived to her
apartment stating they were outside, another man had just honked
his horn. And what had Morgan done? She had ran outside and carried
on with the date, not knowing the severity of everything that was
just
wrong
with
the whole thing.

She had grown to just accept
them, and never expected anything different.
I was the one that never did anything different.
Sitting in the limo, waiting for someone to open
her door made her feel a little silly. Morgan looked at the
entrance of the white pillar building and rolled her eyes at the
thought she could have already been inside if she had done it
herself. She brushed it off and the smile returned.

No, she would act like a lady and start
demanding respect. Damn right, she deserved to have a man treat her
right, and if it started with simply waiting for a man to open the
car door for her, then she would wait.

Caught in her own thoughts, she was startled
when she heard the soft pop of the door becoming ajar. The door
opened wide and the muscular man stepped aside and extended his
hand down, offering it to Morgan for assistance. She took him up on
his offer, grabbing his hand gently as she swung her legs to the
side and slowly stood from the limo.

Julianne was already standing at the front
of the building, talking to another woman, who appeared to be much
older, but still very well kept. The woman was short, at least a
head shorter than Morgan, and a long gray skirt with a black,
button-up, blouse and sensible heels.

Morgan looked down at her own blouse,
cleavage falling out everywhere, Julianne's orders. She flattened
out her much shorter black skirt, then looked down to her four-inch
pumps and wondered if she was overdressed for the occasion. Then
again, Julianne hadn't even told her what they would be doing all
day.

“Get ready, my dear, we have a lot of work
to do” had been Morgan's only clue for the day. That, along with
three outfit changes until Julianne was pleased with the amount of
ass and titties that were showing.

The young girl thanked the
man for opening her door, releasing his hand at the same time. Even
the way he looked at her was far different than she was used
to.
Does he know? Does everyone
know?
Morgan told herself that it wasn't
possible. Julianne conducted herself professionally, she wouldn't
broadcast her business affairs like that.

The older woman reached her hand out for
Morgan's when the young girl was still a good fifteen feet away.
Morgan smiled up at her and awkwardly quickened her pace to not
keep the woman waiting.

“Hi, Morgan, so pleased to meet you!” the
woman spoke as Morgan finally reached the top of the stairs and
took the woman's hand in hers. “My name is Pauline Sanders, I will
be your trainer today.”

Trainer? Oh, no, please don't tell me this
old woman isn't going to give me sex tips. Please, God, no.

“Hi Pauline, pleasure
meeting you as well,” Morgan quickly blurted. She released the old
woman's hand and dropped her hands to her side, her mind still
reeling of what kind of training she was going to receive from
Ms...no, make that
Mrs.
Sanders.

First, you carefully remove your dentures,
like this my dear, and you can just go ahead and set those beside
you. There you go, good job. Now you will take a firm hold of
his...

“Morgan?” Julianne placed her hand on
Morgan's shoulder, and turned her toward the entrance of the
building. “Off we go now, there's much work to do before
tonight.”