Chapter Twenty-nine

 

 

 

I hung up with Jessica and turned back to Caitlyn, who was now holding some kind of black whip. I wasn’t even sure where she’d gotten it.

I stared at her in amusement as she began snapping it. “Okay, what’s that for?”

She smiled darkly. “I want you to use it on me.”

“Sorry, Caitlyn, but I really have to go,” I said, chuckling. This shit was getting weirder by the moment. Before Jessica had called, she’d tried sucking on my fingers.

“No. You owe me,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Caitlyn…”

“It’s time to pay up.” She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it away.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, staring at her enormous breasts. She had them stuffed into a blue satin bra that looked two-sizes too small. The affect gave me an instant boner.

“Exactly. Fuck. That’s all I want from you, too. Come on, Jordan. Do it. Fuck me,” she begged, sliding her hands around my neck. She began nibbling on my earlobe.

“As much as that turns me on, we don’t have time,” I said, grabbing her hands from around my neck. “I have to get back to Jessica. Her life might really be in danger.”

She licked her lips. “But, I need to feel you inside of me. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this. And now to learn your true identity. It makes it even more exciting.”

“My true identity? I told you, I’m not who you think I am.” I replied, surprised that she was this obsessed with me.

“You are. I know you are. Whether you admit to it or not, I’ve been imagining what it would be like to fuck you. Ever since the gas station.”

“I’m flattered. Really, but I have to go.”

“Can I just see it?” she whispered, her hands now inside of my jacket.

“See what?”

She slid a hand down to my lower stomach and then her fingertips slipped under the waistband of my jeans. “I promise, I’ll leave you alone if you just give me something to fantasize about.” She touched the tip of my cock and smiled triumphantly. “Yes, someone’s a little.” Then, before I could stop her, she had my zipper down and was pulling my penis out.

“Jesus, woman,” I gasped as she wrapped her hand around the base and began stroking my rod.

“Oh my God, it’s beautiful,” she moaned, getting on her knees. She grabbed me by the hips, opened her mouth, and began sucking.

Groaning, I grabbed the top of her head as she fucked me with her mouth, knowing that I needed to leave, but was frozen in ecstasy.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” she said, between sucks. “I want you to fuck me with your big, juicy cock, Judge. I want you to make me scream. You think you’re up to that task?”

I pictured myself bending her over and doing exactly that, but then my conscious kicked in as Jessica’s frightened face popped into my head.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, pushing her away, my dick already becoming softer at the guilt I was feeling. There was no time for this Not when Jessica’s life was on the line. “I have to get going.”

“Dammit,” she pouted, licking her lips. She stood up, staring at me in disbelief. “You’re really leaving right now?”

“Yes.”

“Let me just finish you off. I know you were about to come,” she said, trying to reach for me again.

I brushed away her hand and buttoned up my jeans. “Maybe another time.”

“Maybe? I don’t think so.” She put her hands on her hips. “Tomorrow night. Here. Seven o’clock. If you stand me up, I’m going to the Feds.”

“You really know how to work a guy up, don’t you?” I said, smiling at her coldly.

“I know a lot of things,” she said. “And a lot of people.”

“I’ll remember that. Thanks for the warning,” I said and walked to the door.

“Hey, Jordan.”

I turned around to find her standing there, her slacks down and her hand in her panties. Smiling wickedly, she began masturbating.

“All righty then,” I said, turning away. I had to admit, I was both flattered and repelled by the nymphomaniac. I knew one thing - I wouldn’t be returning. Some may have considered me dangerous, but this woman actually scared the fuck out of me.