Too hot to handle (9 page)

“Be a good
girl, make Jenny come but don’t come yourself. Your reward is mine!”

He moves
behind me and I can’t see him anymore.

“I want you
to look at me while I fuck you. Look me in the eyes. Don’t take your eyes from
mine. You can still make sounds and move but Sam’s forbidden you to come so I
can’t help you with that this time.”

Jenny moves
close and cover my knees with her hands. She opens then wide and stands between
my legs. My flesh is still sensitive and moist from my orgasm. The oiled tip of
the dildo nudges at my slick entrance. It goes in slowly, inch by inch. The crooked
tip has the right angle to press my G-spot. She pushes the fake cock all the
way inside me, hitting my womb. I wince but keep my eyes locked with Jenny’s
dazzling blue gaze.

She starts
rocking back and forth and I feel my channel stretching and clenching around
the rubber cock. I feel full. I’m surprised at the rhythm Jenny has chosen to
fuck me. I expected the other woman to impale me roughly, to shove the dildo to
its hilt. Instead, she’s taking her time, pushing softly in and out of me,
swaying her hips, circling the rubber penis inside me. She caresses my breasts,
pulls at the nipples and brings one peak to her mouth. Always rocking back and
forth, in and out of me.

She
increases her speed, going faster, slapping her hips against mine, crushing my
chest with her tits. My legs are shaky. It’s hard to keep my position and my
body’s pleasure in check. I grit my teeth and concentrate. Jenny slams me so
hard I move up the table. Her body goes rigid as she throws back her head and
cries out, never releasing my gaze.

As I watch
Jenny’s delectable body shuddering and smell her pleasure in the air around us,
I can’t escape the thrill that runs through me at the sight of my Domme’s
breathtaking climax. I’m happy with myself for having managed to keep my own
body under control but give her so much pleasure.

My sex is
swollen and I feel empty now that Jenny’s slipped out of me. My inner walls are
quivering and my jaws hurt from the effort to keep from releasing all the
delicious tension that’s been coiling inside.

Sam sits me
up on the table and pulls me into a tight embrace, taking my breath away in a
deep, passionate kiss. He frames my face with his big hands, sucks my tongue,
and bites my lip. I sob as Sam grinds his erection against my wet sex. His
naked slick body glides up and down mine. He pulls away, his own body trembles
slightly.

“Very well
done, my little, wicked pet. You’ve made Jenny come so hard. I loved watching
you two together. Now, I’ll give you the reward I promised. I’ll fuck you as
you return Jenny’s favor by fucking her. Only, you won’t use a dildo. Use your
mouth and hands.”

Sam helps me
lie down on the table again. He adjusts the inclination. Now, my head is a
little lower than my body because Jenny is shorter than Sam. His dick aligns
with my pussy. The short, hard polished surface holds only my neck and torso
and my legs dangle from one side of the table. Sam spreads my knees apart and
stands between my legs.

“Wrap your
legs around my waist.”

When I do,
he guides his dick inside me. No foreplay, no distractions. He grips my hips
and trusts deep inside my cunt. He twists his hips and pulls all the way out of
me before moving back in, until he nudges my womb with his cock. His movements
make my body slide on the table and I lock my feet behind him for support.

Jenny stands
opposite Sam, hovering over my head. She has pushed her dress up to her waist.
I have a full view of her dump curls. Her pussy is still trembling. She shoves
it in my face. I have no choice but to grab her ass to keep my balance and dig
my tongue in her sweetness.

Sam massages
my thighs, kneads my breasts, then reaches down my body and finds my butt. He
spreads the cheeks wide apart. He leans down and sucks my nipple as he slides a
finger down my crack. I shout but Jenny’s folds muffle the sound. She feels the
vibrations, though, and arches her head back and cries out.

“Oh, god,
you’re killing me.”

Her reaction
sets me on fire. I invade her ass hole with a finger as I suck her hard nub
then flick it with my tongue. Sam shoves his dick inside me till the hilt. I
wail and trust against him. Our hips collide. I inhale to try and calm down but
the musky scent of Jenny’s sex sneaks up on me, creating a haze of pleasure and
stealing my power of rational thought.

I cover
Jenny’s folds with my mouth. I use my teeth, my tongue and my fingers to take
Jenny to new heights of pleasure. At the same time, Sam plunders my wet cunt
harder, stabbing in and out of me, smacking my tits every once in a while. He
pulls at my nipples. He stretches them out and pinches them until the searing
pain makes me see stars.

I grip
Jenny’s buns harder digging my nails in her soft skin. Sam’s movements become
more forceful and he slaps his crotch against me harder, shoving my face deeper
into Jenny’s pussy. The young woman’s sex clamps at my fingers and tongue and I
drink in the juices that gush from her as she writhes and grinds her hips
against my open, wet mouth. I choke on her honey and bit Jenny’s nub, then,
sooth it with my tongue and soft blows of cool air. Jenny’s pussy contracts
harder and faster around my tongue and fingers as waves of pleasure hit her. I
plant one last kiss on Jenny’s wet sex as she shrieks and her whole body
convulses. I hold her by the hips trying to help her stand but her body goes
limp and she slowly slides to the floor and she sits by the table.

Sam balls
tighten and he pours his semen inside my womb. My flesh tremble, my legs are
shaky but I keep my reactions under control. When his body covers mine I close
my eyes and tense up. She takes pity on my misery. He still moves in and out of
me, his hands knead my tits and he nibbles and sucks my earlobe. When I
whimper, he speaks into my ear just for me to hear.

“Come for
me, gorgeous. It’s time for your reward. You deserve it.”

He pulls his
still half-hard cock out of me one more time and shoves it inside my soaking
wet pussy, hammering me. He goes so deep my torso moves up the table and my
head hang down the other side. I open my mouth wide, shriek and go under the
waves of pleasure he brought over me.

“Pet, you’re
so hot, so tight, so delicious. I love to see you come in my arms.”

Sam slips
out of me when my muscles have milked him dry. He hugs my trembling body, and
helps me sit up. He gently scoops me up. I nuzzle his neck and my mind drifts.

I can’t
think straight but I sense Sam takes me back to the suite, puts me down on the
bed and climbs beside me under the sheet. He gently snuggles behind me and
holds my spent body close to his hard one. I’m so tired I don’t s move. Jenny
has followed us and now her body is pressed against my front. She caresses my
hair and kisses my cheek, softly.

“Thank you,
sweet Clara, for tonight. Don’t take so long to come back, gorgeous,” she
whispers in my ear, before drifting into sleep. Her breathing blows inside my
mouth. I kiss her before turning my head over my shoulder and kissing Sam.

“I agree
with Jenny, you know. Come back soon,” he’s so tired he doesn’t even open his
eyes to say that.

* * * *

Powerless

I can’t sleep. It’s too hot. Summer
nights are the worst. I try to find a cool spot on the bed but it’s useless. I
close my eyes for the nth time hoping to relax but I see the S&P 500 Index
chart instead. The red arrow plunges fast. I open my eyes again. It’s 2:49AM.
My room is pitch black and silent. The AC is on, full blast. Why can’t I sleep?

I have an important meeting early in
the morning. My clients want reassurance in the middle of this global crisis. I
need to rest or I won’t function tomorrow. They expect to meet with the
heartless financial genius they’ve hired to take care of their investments not
a bloodshot-eyed, cranky sleepyhead.

2: 59AM. Oh, that’s ridiculous! I
can’t relax and I can’t take a sleeping pill. It’s too late. If I take one now I’ll
sleep till noon. Well, there’s a more pleasant solution, though. I open my
drawer to get my vibrator. I find the rubber dildo easily because I keep it
handy. Although I prefer to take my time with it, tonight things will have to
go faster. I sit up against the headboard and arrange the pillows behind and
around me to get comfortable. I turn it on - high speed. This is not about
having a long session with my BFF. This is about having the job done quickly so
I can get some fucking sleep. Come to think of it, it’s a lot like most of my
ex-boyfriends’ approach to sex.

I don’t have time for foreplay,
either. Usually, I start by playing with my breasts. They aren’t very big but
are extremely sensitive. I love to make my nipples hard using the vibrator.
It’s kinky and when I stretch them with my fingers, the electric sparks connect
straight to my hard nub and it is awesome. But not tonight. I rub the huge
purple head of the fake male member around my sex, creating some friction and
lubricating my channel for the main event. The rubber head is wide and I’m
tight so I need it.

I lean my head back on the padded
headboard and try to relax my muscles. It doesn’t work. Maybe some visuals will
help out. I imagine my gorgeous P.A., Mark, under me. I take his big, beautiful
shaft and impale myself with it. I know Mark very well. He is bigger than my
dildo and he makes my toes curl when he fills me up with his thick shaft. I
kneel on the bed, closing my eyes to make the fantasy more believable and ride
the vibrator pretending it’s Mark’s member. I circle my hips, sway back and
forth but can’t feel a thing. I need to concentrate more.

“Focus, Carol Anne!”

I lie on my back with my butt close
to the headboard, raise my legs and put my feet flat against the wall. I guide
the rubber head back inside me and close my eyes to visualize Mark’s young body
between my thighs as I wrap my feet around his neck. He’s just graduated from
Harvard Business where he was a jock with the rowing team. He’s got a body to
match the stereotype: big shoulders, narrow waist; wide, muscular chest;
strong, long arms and legs. I remember the way he moans when I bite, lick and
suck his nipples. I move the dildo against my front wall. The crooked tip feels
great pressing my G-spot. I buck and imagine Mark thrusting his hips against
mine and jabbing his rod deep inside my wet channel. My walls start to quiver,
sweat breaks over my body and my breathing gets heavier. This vibrator never
fails me. I can feel a big one coming. Then the batteries die.

“No – no –no! This can’t be
happening to me!”

I throw the rubber dildo across the
room. It hits the wall, bounces back and lies lifeless on the floor. It’s
mocking me, the damn thing. Now, I’m really pissed off. I’m all revved up and
need release so I shove two fingers inside me to get off. I go as deep as I can
yet nothing happens. I bite my lips and try to remember Mark’s hot body but the
image eludes me. After a few more tries, I give up.

“I’ll take a shower to cool me
down.”

Since I sleep naked, I go straight to
the shower stall and turn the water on. I don’t test the temperature or
anything, I march under the shower head and let the water pour down my head, my
nape and along my back. It’s hot but I don’t mind. It should relax me. Still,
the throbbing, pulsing muscles in my secret places won’t cooperate. All that
energy and tension I managed to build inside my lower body have nowhere to go.

I notice the hand-held shower head
and remember it has a special massage feature. Well, it might work. I’ve
already played with myself during shower but never tried it with a shower head.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I grab the hand-held, switch the
water on to pulsating and direct the jet to my clitoris. I spread my folds with
one hand and twist the wrist holding the shower from side to side making the
jets caress my engorged flesh. The water flows inside me and tap against my
clitoris. The sensation is amazing. I would never have imagined it could be
like this.

“Hm, that’s hot.”

I moan and increase the flow of
water letting it spray faster and harder over my sex and sometimes directing a
wicked jet into my backside hole. The muscles there pucker at the sudden
invasion and the feeling reflects in my hardened nub. My legs buckle under me
and I lean against the cold tile for support when the climax hit me without
warning and with a strength I hadn’t expected. I close my eyes and see bright
spots behind my eyelids. I gasp and cry out. I swallow hard because my mouth
and throat get dry. The spasms start deep inside me and ripple through all the
muscles in my body. Shower time will never be the same for me.

At last, I am relaxed. I towel
myself quickly leaving the refreshing feel of water on my skin. The cold air in
the room triggers delicious goose-bumps all over me. I lie on my stomach in the
middle of the huge bed. My intimate muscles are still throbbing but all my
nerve endings relaxed and I drift into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

* * * *

The alarm clock goes off just a
couple of hours later but I’m clear headed and ready for action. The few hours
of sleep were enough for me. I go through my morning routine: jog in Central
Park, shower, and breakfast with some time to spare. I get to the office
earlier than usual and Mark is already on his desk. Although I greet him just
as I do all my other employees, I see his pants bulging and I bet he checks out
my backside when I enter my office. I’m wearing a tight pin skirt that I know
shows off my round butt.

The morning meeting is a success. I
don’t solve the economic crisis, obviously, but I am able to calm down my
hard-to-please clients. Nevertheless, last night’s events sneak up on me every
time I look at Mark during the meeting. I’m not a blushing kind of girl so my
face is hot from excitement, not embarrassment. I’ll have to find some time in
my schedule today to fuck Mark senseless. After everything I went through last
night, I crave for a warm body rubbing against mine and he’s my current boy
toy. He doesn’t complain at all about being treated as one, and why should he?
He gets to fuck his smoking hot boss, to have tons of fun, no strings attached.
This is every young guy’s wet dream.

I check my planner and find out I
can squeeze in some me-time in the afternoon right after an appointment I have
with a candidate for the receptionist position. I let the Personnel Department
handle all the hiring and firing but I make a point of interviewing each future
employee to get to know my team members personally. Also, my word is final in
the process.

“Get us a suite at the W Hotel
nearby around 3 PM,” I text Mark.

“Done,” he answers me less than 5
minutes later with the confirmation number.

I relax in my chair and get to work
on my computer. Later, I have lunch at my desk to save some precious time. Mark
takes care of these little details for me. I forget them when I’m concentrated
so I’m surprised to hear my door open and see him entering with some deli bags.
My favorite sandwich and juice are inside them and he smiles at me as he hands
me two bags, keeping two for himself.

“I bet you haven’t order anything to
eat, have you?”

“Of course I haven’t. Thank you. I
see you ordered for yourself, too. Great. Grab a sit and let’s eat.”

He cleans a spot on my desk, beside
my left arm and sits down. He has an absolutely irresistible smile. His dark
green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Who’s a naughty boy, today? What if
somebody comes in?”

“Not to worry. I locked the door
when I got in,” he answers me between bites.

I run my hand up his thigh.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

My hand stops a few inches shy of
this bulged zipper and I lift my eyes to him. I smile the fakest innocent grin
I can manage and we both laugh.

“Now, be a good boy and behave.
We’ll have plenty of time for this later.”

I squeeze him lightly over his pants
and lick my lips. Mark sighs and squirms on the table.

“You’d better be prepared, then,
Carol. I had a very hot dream last night involving you, some handcuffs and a
whip.”

“Hm, sounds perfect. My pair is in
my bag. You know my motto: never leave home without it.”

We banter during lunch. I like to
keep these encounters as friendly and free from work as possible. This is our
bonding time and I treasure it more than I’d ever confess to Mark. He’s one of
the brightest people I know and that is saying a lot because intelligence is
the most important trait I look for in the people I invite into my intimate
circle of friends and lovers. I could go on talking to him for hours but we
have work to do and I want to get rid of the receptionist candidate as fast as
possible.

“Oh, Ms. O’Rourke must be arriving
soon. You’d better go back to your desk.”

Mark moves my chair until we’re
facing each other, lifts me up and settles me between his legs. He grabs my
behind and grinds his erection against my mound. I sigh and wrap my arms around
his neck, pushing his head down for a hot, hungry kiss. Our upper bodies are
glued together and I thrust my aching sex over his hard erection. It’s his turn
to moan. My fingers entwine in his black hair and I bite his full lower lip,
then, run the tip of my tongue over it, pretending to soothe him. He pulls me
closer and squeezes my butt cheeks.

“God, I want to take you right here,
right now.”

“I’m all yours, Madam,” Mark replies
as he nuzzles my neck and chuckles against my sensitive spot.

I take a deep breath to calm my
nerves and withdraw slowly from his heat. He’s panting as much as I am. He
leans his forehead against mine as he catches his breath.

“I promise it’ll be worth the wait,
Mark. Let’s get back to work, now.”

He obediently slides down the table,
sets his clothes straight and walks out of my office. I run my hands down my
own outfit and go to my in-suite bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I
reapply some make-up and fix my hair. In the office, I put my hair in a
professional-looking bun to tame my wild curls. Some of them had gone astray
during my little tryst with Mark. My cheeks are flushed but it makes me look
healthy and I like the effect.

I go back to my desk a few seconds
before my intercom buzzs.

“Ms. O’Rourke is here to see you,
Ms. Sullivan.”

“Send her in.”

I had read Ms. Cindy O’Rourke’s
résumé before lunch. She is a little genius who has just graduated from
Columbia. I expect a nerdy, shy young girl to enter my room. I’m taken aback by
this siren that’s walking towards me now. Cindy O’Rourke is a tall, gorgeous
blonde. She’s got a slender body with curves in all the right places that sway
as she enters my office. She’s wrapped in a tight black mini- dress that’s more
appropriate for a cocktail party than a job interview.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Sullivan,” she
stretches her hand to greet me. She’s got a strong grip and I’m surprised at
the jolt of energy that travels from my hand to my stomach when our hands
touch. “It’s such an honor to meet you. I’m sorry for this outfit but I’ve got
a part-time job as a waitress nearby. I’m covering for a colleague today so
I’ll go there straight from here.”

“Well, you’ve got team spirit. I
like that. Please, sit down.”

I notice the hem of the absurdly
short dress moves up her thighs as she occupies the chair opposite my desk. I’m
a little uncomfortable when I glimpse her lacy black panties as she crosses her
long legs. I force my eyes to look at hers and she’s smiling at me but I can’t
quite read her expression because her smile seems smug. That can’t be right. I
shake my head and start the interview.

“Ms. O’Rourke, I know jobs are hard
to find these days but this job is a low level entry position; especially for
somebody with a résumé as good as yours. Why did you apply?”

“Ms. Sullivan, I’ve read everything
that’s ever been published about you: how you’ve started your company, how
you’ve turned it into a billionaire business and how you’ve changed the way
stock brokers work today. In fact, your company was the subject of a paper I
wrote in college. The chance to work for you, in any capacity, is the only
reason I’ve applied.”

I don’t respect people who suck up
to me with empty flattery. Ms. O’Rourke looks and sounds absolutely sincere.