Passionate Pleasures (21 page)

They met for dinner and talked. They saw the movie and talked. As they were driving out of the mall Tim said, “Want to come home with me tonight?”

“I thought you said next week,” Kathryn answered. Oh God! Was she ready for this? But the other night had been . . . had been . . . what? Exciting? Yes, it had been. And now the added element of jeopardy in going home with him was even more thrilling. No one would know Egret Pointe’s staid and proper Miss Kathy was fucking Mr. Blair. People would stroll by in the morning or even late tonight walking their dogs, and they wouldn’t know. And the possibility of getting caught by someone just added the right
soupçon
of danger.

“I find I’m a greedy man,” he answered. “I don’t want to wait till next week.”

“Good,” she replied. “I’m a greedy woman. I don’t want to wait till next week either. Are you into games, Tim?”

“The kind where I tie you up, and have my way with you?” he asked. “I think we could arrange something amusing for our personal delectation, m’dear.”

She laughed. “How nice to know that under that tweed sports jacket there beats the heart of a proper villian. I like bad boys, Tim.”

“I like bad girls,” he countered, “and bringing the town’s proper librarian to a screaming climax is so enticing, love.”

“Then I guess we had better go to your place, sir,” she told him.

He chuckled. “Let’s set some ground rules first. Can I spank you?”

“Oh yes!”

“Tie your arms to my bedposts?”

“You have bedposts? Oh yes, tie me up, Principal Blair,” she said.

“Will you suck my cock tonight?”

“With pleasure, sir.”

“Ass-fuck?”

“Not into that, I’m afraid.”

“No ass fucking then,” he agreed. “But I might put a finger there.”

“Never had a finger there, but it doesn’t sound too awful,” Kathryn replied. “Can I do it to you too?”

“Never had a finger there but it doesn’t sound too awful,” he parroted her.

Kathryn laughed. “Okay, we have enough dos and don’ts. Let just take off our clothes and see what happens.”

“You are without a doubt one of the most reasonable women I’ve ever met,” he told her as he pulled into his drive. The garage door opened automatically before them, and then closed behind them. He turned off the car engine. “Ready for an adventure, Kathy?” he asked her.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she responded, smiling as she undid her seat belt and climbed out of the car.

They exited the garage, hurrying through the darkened breezeway. Rowdy greeted them at the door, delighted to have company. Tim let him out.

“He won’t be gone long,” he said, shoving her into the kitchen, pulling her leather jacket off, and pulling her slacks and panties down as he maneuvered her against the kitchen table. “First,” he said, “we’re going to do it here.”

My God! He
was
going to be adventurous. He wasn’t all just dirty talk. She wiggled her feet from her shoes, kicking off her slacks and briefs as she did. “Fuck me!” she husked in his ear, her hands going to his zipper, pulling it down, reaching in to draw out his cock.

“Until you beg for mercy, love,” he promised her, and as her legs wrapped around his torso he thrust into her, and began to move rhythmically against her. He drove deep and hard. What was it about this woman that made him so damned hot? He had loved and adored his late fianceé, but he had never wanted her with such a passion as he wanted Kathy St. John. Given the opportunity, he could fuck her forever.

Her eyes closed tightly, her arms and legs clutching at him, Kathryn concentrated on the pure pleasure he was giving her. His hard, thick cock was wonderful. It filled her, and her vaginal muscles tightened about him eagerly. Every time his penis propelled itself forward inside of her, she wanted to scream with delight. The table beneath her was uncomfortable, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more cock. “Do it to me! Do it to me! Yes! Yes!” she hissed at him. “Don’t you dare stop. I want every bit of you.”

He laughed softly. “What a greedy girl you are, love,” he said. Finding her G-spot, he forced her to her first climax.

“No!” she protested, but she couldn’t hold back. She shuddered hard several times. Then her legs fell away from him. “There’d better be more where that came from,” Kathryn said in dark tones. She moved to pull up her slacks and panties.

“No,” he said. “Let’s keep your pretty butt just like it is.”

It was then she noticed that his penis was still rigid. Reaching out she caressed it with delicate, teasing fingers. “That is so fine, Principal Blair.”

He grinned a slow grin, and turning her around, gently bent her over the table.

“And again,” he whispered against her ear as he pushed into her again. “You have the most deliciously tight cunt, love,” he told her. “I want to stay in it forever.” His big hands fastened about her hips to steady her. “Do you like it when I fuck you, love? Do you like my big dick inside your hot cunt?” His lips brushed against the nape of her neck.

Kathryn shivered. God! Who knew the respectable Principal Blair was such a delicious animal?

“Tell me!” he hissed at her. “Do you like being fucked?”

“Yes! Yes! I want you to do it all night, Tim.
All night!
” she half sobbed.

He pulled out of her just as she was getting close again.

“No, damn it!” she cried.

“You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, Kathy,” he said in a suddenly hard voice. “From this moment on I am the master, and you are the slave. You are going to go to the end of the hall outside of the kitchen. My bedroom is the last room on the left. You’re going to strip off the rest of your clothes, and then you will wait for me, submissively kneeling before the bedroom door. If you don’t want to play this game I’ll take you home now. Decide!”

“I’ll play,” she told him, and picking up her slacks and panties, left the kitchen and walked slowly down the hall to his bedroom. She quickly stripped off her sweater and bra, and lay her clothing carefully on a side chair. Then she knelt, head bowed, and waited for him to come to her. It had never occurred to her that a real man would or could play such a fantasy game. It was exciting. He was exciting. She was so wet with her own lust that the insides of her thighs were moist. Her heart was beating rapidly, but she waited patiently for him to join her.

When he walked into the bedroom he was naked. Without a word he stood before her and pushed his cock between her lips. “Suck!” he said, and she did until he came in her mouth, sucking the thick gobs of cum down as if it were the finest wine. He sighed with pleasure. “Nicely done, love,” he complimented her. “Now onto the bed with you.”

She arose, noting as she did that her knees ached a little, reminding her she was no longer the twenty-five-year-old girl in The Channel. “How shall I arrange myself for your delight, master?” she asked him.

He smiled at her form of address. “On your back, slave,” he commanded. Kathryn obeyed, and immediately he was fastening her arms to the tall bedposts, sliding thick silk ropes about her wrists. “Open your legs for me,” he said. Then he shoved a thick, hard pillow beneath her hips so her cunt was well displayed to him. He got up from the bed, and going to his closet, drew out a tray that he brought over to the bed, setting it on one of the two nightstands.

She was impressed as she quickly looked over the tray. There were all kinds of toys, jars, and small boxes on it. She recognized some of the items.

He opened one of the boxes and pulled out a little square of flannel, which he moistened with a clear liquid from a glass bottle. Then he wiped her vagina and labia free of her juices. The cloth was cool, but the dampness made her flesh tingle.

“What is it?” she asked softly.

“A little something special to make you more acutely aware,” he said. Then, reaching for a jar, he scooped up a handful of cream and began to massage her with it, beginning with her legs and her feet. As he worked with each foot he rubbed each of her toes between his thumb and his forefinger, drawing them out as he finished with each digit. His fingers were surprisingly skillful. They moved up each leg, and then to her belly. The cream smelled like apricots, and bending his head he used his tongue to smooth the cream across her torso. “It’s edible,” he murmured.

“It feels wonderful,” she said, low. Her cunt had begun to tingle, the effects of the flannel wipe, she was certain.

“You have such wonderful round breasts,” Tim told her, rubbing the cream between his hands, taking her breasts between his palms, and rolling each of them about in turn. Then he crowned first one nipple, and then another with a dollop of cream, sucking them one at a time while he pushed three fingers into her vagina, frigging her slowly until she was moaning, her lower body wiggling with her rising need to be fucked.

“You sure know how to torture a girl,” Kathryn told him, squirming.

“We’re just starting, love,” he told her, his fingers pushing as deep as they could go. “You have surprisingly sophisticated tastes in sex, Kathy. I would have thought you far more repressed.” He withdrew his fingers.

She whimpered a little protest, then said, “I’m a librarian. I read a lot, and frankly I’ve been curious. Not that I ever expected to experience any of this. You’re pretty sophisticated yourself, for a school principal. All that waspy front hides a deliciously dirty old man.”
And am I one lucky lady,
she thought.
Okay, Nicholas, maybe I did need a touch of reality, and Tim is certainly real.

His mouth covered hers in a hard and burning kiss that seemed to move between one kiss and another and another. His tongue thrust into her mouth to do battle with her tongue. They sucked on each other, stroked wetly, licked. She could feel his hard penis against her thigh as they played. She wanted to touch it, stroke it, but she was his prisoner, bound by her arms to the bedposts.

Suddenly Tim drew away from her and reached over to the tray, picking up a long feather that came to a point. He smiled down at her wickedly.

Then, spreading her open with one hand, he began to apply the feather to her helpless flesh. He stroked the walls of her cunt slowly, the tickling sensation strangely arousing.

The feather gently worked its way about her cunt, and then he brought the pointed tip of the feather to her clit. Their eyes met. Tim flicked the point across it. Her eyes widened.

He smiled again, and began to work the feather back and forth against the sensitive nub. Unable to help herself, Kathryn squirmed and made a little sound. The feather persisted. Her clit began to swell with its excitement. And then just when it was getting truly exciting, he stopped. “You’re too eager,” he cautioned her, then bending forward, he licked her cunt with long strokes of his tongue, which was oddly soothing. Her excitement level dropped.

“You’re mean,” she told him.

“I’m going to loose you,” he said. “There are things I want you to do.” He reached up, and drew the silk loops open so she could slide her hands free.

“What?” she wanted to know.

In response he reached for a small flask of thick oil and poured some between her breasts. “Hold them together now,” he told her, and when she did, he slipped his dick between the two breasts and slowly fucked.

By bending and leaning forward as the head of his cock pushed high, Kathryn was able to give the tip a little lick with her tongue. When he was ready to come again she took him into her mouth, sucking him dry a second time.

He groaned with pleasure.

“Next time let’s do it with that big beautiful cock of yours shoved as far up my cunt as you can,” she said. “Games are fun, but I want to be fucked by you.”

Lying with his head on her breasts now he nodded slightly. “We’re going to take a little break now, love slave,” he said.

He dozed. She felt him relax against her. Now here was the difference between reality and fantasy. In The Channel her lovers never grew tired. Kathryn sighed.
At least let me have a little access to that fun machine, Nicholas,
she thought.
Tim is a good lover, but he’s real, he’s human, and humans get tired in this world
. But there was no answer. She had been cut off, and it was obvious she was going to remain cut off. There was nothing for it but to doze too.

When she awakened it was to the touch of his tongue foraging around her clit.

“Nice,” she murmured, and the tongue continued until she experienced a little clitoral climax and sighed.

He swung himself over her and his big cock drove into her. Slowly, slowly he moved himself inside of her, rousing her lusts carefully.

“Faster!” she demanded.

“Not yet,” he responded. “You’re in too much of a hurry. You want to take your time, and enjoy every inch of me.”

In response she tightened her muscles around him feeling him swell and throb within her. One hand played with the back of his neck, feeling the tiny hairs rising at her touch. “Faster!” she repeated.

And this time he did begin to increase his tempo slightly, pushing her legs up and back so he could penetrate her deeper.

“Oh yes!” Kathryn hissed, working her vaginal muscles more to encourage him.

Tim chuckled. “Easy, love, I’m close enough to coming as it is. If you want to come with me, then stop teasing my poor cock.” And immediately she ceased. When she did he began to pump her faster and faster until she was whimpering with her need. “Baby, want to come?” he teased, slowing himself.

In response she sank her teeth into his shoulder and bit down hard.

“Okay, love,” he half groaned in her ear. “Let’s take a ride to heaven.”

And with several hard thrusts he brought them home.

Kathryn soared, eyes closed, heart racing, her juices flowing copiously. Okay, for now she could live with reality. Oh yes! This reality she liked. And maybe, just maybe, it was better than her fantasies. Tim Blair was a man who really knew how to fuck.