Chapter Ten
I felt sexy, beautiful, and so powerful, as I led him down the corridor. He might have been the master, the teacher, the more mature and experienced person, but he was mine to use for my own desires and I got to decide what, and how, he got his pleasure. The feeling was so intoxicating, the rush of lust was almost overpowering me as we finally reached his bedroom.
His room wasn’t dissimilar to mine. It was fitted with cherry wood instead of oak but, mainly, it was lined with hundreds of black and white photos, all clearly taken by Warren, and all of nude, or nearly nude, women. However, there was nothing explicit or ugly about any of the pictures. It was more like a celebration of beauty. Sexual beauty, I realized, but by that point I was beginning to wonder if there was any other kind.
I guided him to the bed and pushed him down onto it. “Am I going to end up on these walls,” I raised an eyebrow as he scooted back and I crawled up on top of him.
“That was my plan, definitely,” he told me.
I allowed myself a smile of pride as I looked around at the desirable, distinguished company I’d be keeping. There were many I didn’t recognize, but also many I did. Suddenly, though, there was one I hadn’t counted on seeing. I spotted Vanessa among the faces, her fingers seductively touching her pouting lips, her hair gently mussed, her beautiful eyes questioning the camera, and her amazing breasts looking as unbelievable naked as they did covered. The reality of the situation quickly came to rest heavily on my heart.
“Among everything else, aren’t you worried that Vanessa might get jealous?” I asked, trying to sound a flippant as possible.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you guys did sleep together, didn’t you? And maybe still do, on occasion?”
“Really?” he grinned. “Because there’s a naked picture on my wall you think I’m fucking her?” I nodded. “Baby, as much as I may have wanted to a long time ago, both then and now you’d have a better chance at fucking Vanessa than I would?”
“What do you mean?” I felt a chill run down my spine. Did he know about that little tryst Vanessa and I enjoyed? It didn’t really count as fucking her, as far as I was concerned, but still… I thought it best to play dumb. I seriously doubted Vanessa would have said anything.
“Vanessa isn’t into guys,” he smiled. “It’s one of the reasons I hired her. I don’t need that sort of complication in my life. I need a good, competent assistant that I can count on”
“Oh, my God!” I felt an unexpected wave of relief wash over me. I really liked Vanessa and I love the carefree spirit she seemed to inhabit. The tension I’d been feeling about her and Warren’s relationship had been eating me up and bringing me down. I wrapped my hand around the base of his staff, squeezing until he gasped. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have an idea,” he grinned.
Smiling back at him, I realized I was finally able to appreciate Warren’s amazing cock properly. I felt a twinge of need as I beheld it, standing proudly before me, arcing up from its nest of short, curly hairs magnificently, and twitching gently every time I touched it. I longed to know what it felt like in my mouth.
I’d never gone beyond nervously jerking off the one or two guys I fooled around with in college, no matter how much they’d begged for me to use my mouth. One occasion, though, I remembered that porno they’d shown me and remembered the look of lust and relish that skinny blonde girl had on her face as she really went to town on that big, hard dick. I’d fantasized about doing the same, once or twice, but I didn’t trust the guys my own age to be clean enough or to not come straight away, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. I had a hunch, though, that Warren would be able to control himself a little better.
A greedy look crossing my face, I slipped my mouth over the tip of him, thrilling as he throbbed against my tongue from just that touch. I dragged my lips up and down the length of him, feeling every ridge and vein1 as well as I could when he was inside me. Taking of as much of him in my mouth as I could, I felt myself squirming at the pleasure I got from Warren telling me how good I felt, how amazing my hot mouth was on his cock, how I made him want to shoot his load all over me. The feeling of power was amazing. I loved how I could make him gasp or cry out with just the slightest movement. How, if I desired, I could make him lose control and empty himself down my throat. If I desired.
“Baby, please,” he panted, “I’m gonna come. Let me fuck you!”
And he didn’t wait for an answer. He lifted me off him and turned me toward the foot of the bed. His hands on mine, he spread my arms so I gripped the bedposts to each side of me. I felt him come up behind me, his hands encircling my body and holding my back against his chest, and his long dick nudging against my ass cheeks, just as he’d done in the studio when I ground my butt against his cock until he came in his pants.
I wanted him. I wanted that hard, smooth, shaft inside me, deep as it could go, shooting its hot load right into the very depths of me. I knew, instinctively, that he’d reach deeper from this angle than any other. I felt the juice literally drip from my willing pussy as I waited for him. I leaned my head forward, raised my butt, and gave the subtlest, almost imperceptible wiggle to invite him in.
Warren needed no more encouragement. He lined up perfectly, the hot tip of his cock rubbing deliciously at my eager opening before, without warning, he drove himself hard inside me, right up to the hilt. A full-throated cry escaped my lips, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
My God that was hard! I screamed inside my head. It felt like he would split me in two! Please, please do it again. As if reading my mind, Warren slid out, until he was barely touching me, then urgently plunged back in again. I cried out once more, but this was definitely pleasure. He pulled out and thrust in a third time, pushing with all his might, as if trying to break right through me. I screamed in ecstasy. It felt like nothing had ever touched so deep inside me. I pushed back on him, edging him still further in. He dropped his arms to my waist, forcing me to stay impaled on him, and ground his hips against my butt cheeks, pushing hard as he could.
Kneeling there, my mouth open and panting, Warren fully embedded inside me, my throbbing sheath fully enclosing him. I had nothing to compare this feeling w1ith. I simply couldn’t believe there was an experience like this on earth. I willed him on, hoping that it would never end.
“Oh, baby,” I found myself saying, “that feels so good. Fuck me now, fuck me harder!” I didn’t know how I found a voice to speak, but it did the trick. Warren began slowly but rhythmically pounding me hard, filling me with even more amazing sensations. His pace increased with the pitch of my moans. I drove myself back onto him, each of our thrusts sending a shock of pleasure closer and closer to my very center. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, he hammered at me. His hands groped my butt and breasts, and every time he forced his way inside, I got closer and closer to that sweet release. Deep inside me, I could feel him throbbing urgently too, his hard cock ready to dump its hot seed in my pussy once more.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Harder! Harder!” I screamed. I was ready. Ready to feel him burst inside me as those huge waves of pleasure came crashing through me again. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My hands felt the bedposts slip from their grasp as my vibrating body was hammered relentlessly. Crying out with every jolt of his great cock driving into me, I felt my face laying on the sheets. My body was suddenly prone with just my smooth ass in the air, as Warren fucked me. Every nerve and synapse in my body lit up like the Fourth of July. I felt the great build-up of heat in my sex spill over, erupting through me like an atom bomb. I screamed and thrashed, my body reduced to a sweating, writhing, orgasming mass with Warren’s still hard dick slamming in and out of it. Without words in my head I begged for him to come but, at the same time, silently implored him to never stop, to never end this, to keep fucking me until I died. “Don’t ever stop!” I panted desperately. “I love you fucking me! I love you, Warren!”
And, with that, he let out an animal roar himself, ramming his cock deep enough to drive me even further into rapture, before I felt him burst deep inside me. Pulse after pulse, volley after volley he seemed to be firing into me, like he just couldn’t stop pumping his life-giving seed into my pussy. After a moment about the length of an eon, his unstoppable barrage finally subsided, and we both fell breathlessly to the side, my ass still shoved into his crotch and his dick, ever-so-slowly shrinking from my dripping pussy.
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The warmth of him against my skin, the feel of his strong body so close to me, the slow pulses of ecstasy that so recently threatened to tear me apart gently ebbing away, I was in heaven. “Do we ever have to move again?” I purred at him. “Can’t we just stay here forever? Who would mind?”
“I think they would understand,” I heard him smile. “Anyway, we might have to.”
“Yeah? Cool.”
“I mean since you professed your love to me.”
I sat bolt upright. I shiver ran down my spine. My mind was a little foggy, but I did suddenly have a dim recollection of telling Warren I loved him. Oh, fuck! I wailed. I can’t believe I let that slip out. He’s going to run a mile, now. It’s such a ridiculous thing to say on the same day we first have sex. He must think I’m such a girl.
“I said that?” I giggled nervously. “I remember saying I loved you fucking me,” I reached back to fondle his sleeping cock, hoping to arouse him again and maybe ride him until he forgot my big mouth. At least until the next time I’m orgasming with him inside me, then I’ll probably say it again!
He gently moved my hand from fondling his balls. “Mary-Jane, baby,” he said softly, “it’s okay. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. It was wonderful to hear those words.” He reached over to my face and affectionately turned me to face him, before leaning in and kissing me so lovingly, so tenderly, so beautifully, I almost melted inside. I couldn’t help the soft moan I breathed into his mouth. Finally, our lips broke apart, just enough to allow the tiniest amount of air between us. “And it’s okay because I feel the same way. I’m in love with you, Mary-Jane Parker.”
My heart leaped to hear him say that. I felt tears come to my eyes. I wanted to laugh, to cry, to shout, to scream, to grab him, excite him and plunge him back inside me. I twisted around as much as I could and threw my arms around him, covering his face with kisses.
“Easy, baby, easy,” he chuckled, lifting me until I was sat in his lap, facing him, our naked bodies pressed together and our bare sexes just inches apart again. I fancied I could feel the heat from his cock as it began to return to life for me. “Believe me, I’m as happy as you are that we’re on the same page. But I’m still concerned about how your family is going to react to us having a relationship.
“You know,” I began, linking my hands behind his neck and adjusting myself so I could actually feel him against my slowly waking pussy, “Clive isn’t as one dimensional as we’ve always thought him to be.”
“Oh really?” said Warren, clearly unsure why I was bringing up my uncle as he grew hot and hard once more, against me.
“It doesn’t matter. You, him, even Vanessa have given me some really good advice over the past few days that I think will help.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m an adult. I’m old enough to make my own choices and I don’t have to apologize for them. I told you at the beginning but I didn’t really believe it, until now,” I declared. Finding him erect once more, I was able to slide him between my eager lips easily, pushing a satisfied groan from both of us as he slipped inside me. “And, so, I choose to be with you, Warren Freemantle,” he moved gently, forcing my eyes to close and my head to roll back, “every day, as often as we can, for as long as we can.”
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THE END