Kira Tales Ch. 05: Kira’s Capture

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Kira Tales V — Kira’s Capture

© William D’Ark

June, 2022

Whatever happens with us today

your body will haunt me.

Fervent, demanding, your lovemaking

blessed by the sun. Hot. Bright.

The insatiate prance of my tight nipples

my generous willing thighs

between which all your face has lain.

Make me cum and cum again.

The wisdom of the place I gave

your firm touch probing searching

your slick tongue and strong intent

reaching where I waited years

for you in this slick cave

rose-wet. Here. Come take it all. Again.

Whatever happens this day I crave.

———-

‘Kira, did you just make a mess,’ Sir asked. Part of him wasn’t teasing.

‘A big one,’ Kira admitted. ‘It’s like I peed my jeans, I came so hard. I guess it’s no secret now, how easily I cum. And how wet things can get. I’m soaked.’

She thought about what she had just said. ‘Did that embarrass you, William? If so, I’m really sorry. This is just the way I am. The way I’ve been pretty much all my life. And these rubber bands… hissss.’ I made a face.

‘Hmm, no. It’s fine. I like what you just did. Very sexy.’

Kira looked up at him sheepishly. He likes her like this! She took the next step. She could feel the nipples pounding with every heartbeat.

‘My mother thinks I have something called persistent genital arousal disorder. Translated as ‘she’s a sex addict, an orgasm junkie.’ She blames all my other issues on that. But it’s not a disorder, it’s something I’ve cultivated since I was a little girl left all to myself and learned what the body likes and doesn’t like. I’ve never had the heart to argue with mother about it. It might have been the thing that got me into trouble with drugs and alcohol but if this is an addiction… I’ll never give up.’

She paused to see how he would react. Sex addiction? Might challenge any relationship after a while.

Before he could reply a third voice spoke up.

‘How are you folks doing? What can I bring you?’ A waitress had appeared from out of the shadows. She had one of those clown-like, fakey smiles on her face. Her eyes were insincere. Vacant. Been in this job how long now? Kira and Sir were just a couple of customers.

‘Our girl here had a kind of accident,’ Sir said.

‘Oh my. Really? What happened?’ Her interest seemed to perk up.

Kira looked at Sir wide eyed. How could she explain?

‘Show her,’ Sir said.

Kira went stock still. Show her..? Show her what? Her cum-drenched jeans?

‘Show her everything,’ Sir answered.

Did he just read her mind?

Even more self-consciously, Kira looked at the waitress. ‘This caused it.’

The waitress watched in fascination as Kira’s fingers went to the shirt buttons. The front panels parted, the swollen banded nipples came into view. Waitress reached out instinctively to touch Kira’s breast.

‘That looks like it hurts.’

‘It does,’ Kira admitted. ‘So good, you know what I mean?’

‘That good?’ the waitress frowned and smiled at the same time. Maybe she did have a clue.

‘The bands made me cum…’ Kira blushed. ‘A LOT.’

‘So that’s not spilled liquor I’m smelling…’

Everyone laughed.

‘Well honey, just take those nasty rubber bands off. Give them to me and be done with them. We can take a trip to the ladies room, get you cleaned up a little. How does that sound?’

‘They’re so tight, I don’t think I can unwind them. Maybe we should cut them off?’

‘Oh hush, it’s not so hard to do. Here…’ The waitress took the nearest breast in one hand. A flashing movement later, two fingers of the other hand had rolled the band away from the deeply bitten, berry-sized nipple.

…It felt like hot iron had pierced Kira’s skin!

Kira shouted in surprise, in anguish, and pulled away. Her breasts swung free in the half light of the bar, the shirt wide open. Everyone in the room turned to see what was wrong. Kira sat there motionless, stunned. The second nipple began its own feverish pulse in sympathy with the first.

Sir leaned back and folded his arms, curious how this predicament would play out.

‘Let’s do the other one now,’ the waitress said. ‘Come on.’

‘I’ll do it!’ Kira replied. She lifted the second breast and oh-so-gently rolled the band with the fingers of her other hand. But no matter how softly Kira worked the nipple, once the biting pressure released and blood rushed into the capillaries… hot metal pins prickled and pierced the teat.

‘Sw-eet jesus !!’ Kira shouted again. Her eyes went wide as though someone had slapped her.

Nipples pulsing with every bor escort heartbeat, exposed to the room… feeling the sexual fire… Kira came a second time. ‘…UUhhh!!!….’ …And collapsed to the table. Her shoulders flexed, trying to shake off the exquisite pain. The scent of more cum wafted up from under the table.

People in the restaurant stirred. ‘Did you see that?’ one of the bar patrons said loudly.

The waitress looked at Sir. ‘It’s time to put this girl to bed, if you don’t mind my saying’. And I’m not sure rubber bands are her favorite toys anymore.’

‘Check please,’ Master said wryly.

‘I thought you might be ready for something more… private. Here you go.’ She handed over the bill.

Master plopped cash onto the table, including a healthy tip.

‘Why thank you Sir. I hope you’ll come again. Pardon the pun.’

Kira looked up and shook her head. Sir smiled.

‘I’ll hang on to these,’ waitress said, waving rubber bands in the air as she walked away.

———-

Master had Kira by the elbow as they made their way to his car. She was upright and steady but somehow each step was a challenge. She blamed it on the high heels she was wearing.

The car was parked in back, facing a low brick wall. The weather was warm, balmy, the parking lot empty. Sir gestured for Kira to have a seat on the bricks.

‘We need to have a short conversation,’ he said.

‘About what?’ Kira was still trying to process what had happened to her inside. Should she be embarrassed? Thrilled? She had taken off her clothes at the command of a man she barely knew, had engaged in a type of bondage she never imagined could be so deliciously painful… had exposed herself to a dozen other strangers including the restaurant’s owner-barkeep, not mention a women who had fondled her breast without so much as an invitation. And she had cum hard, twice, while everything was churning around her. While her date sat quietly, no doubt amused.

She could still feel the pulse pounding inside her sensitive nipples. She had only half-buttoned the shirt so the material wouldn’t rub the uber-sensitive skin. The jeans were double-soaked with her cum. Not the creamy kind that came from slow, gentle sex. This was the explosive, like-a-spigot kind. The denim was shiny wet between her thighs, all across her ass, almost all the way to her ankles. She had nothing to change into before sliding — literally — into the Lexus’ leather seat.

She was a more than a little exasperated with this second date.

‘Talk about what?’ she repeated.

Sir cleared his throat. He might have something formal to say, Kira thought. Formal worried her.

‘Kira I think we need to be clear about the rules of the road here. Between us. It’s been over six months since we met. Our going out together, in the middle of your recovery, is pushing the envelope more than a little. It’s a turning a provider-to-client thing into a social thing that a lot of people would frown on.’

Kira was listening. Doubts began to stir in her mind. And her heart, she realized. Was he going to dump her?

‘Am I your client, William?’

‘Technically yes, once you climbed down from that truck cab into my car. Although I haven’t been the one that’s helped with day-to-day recovery, I checked you in to the hospital. I arranged for your care. That means I’m one of your responsible parties.’

‘I’ve seen you in the background on and off since then,’ Kira replied. ‘Standing in the back of various rooms. Therapy sessions. Group meetings. You watching me. Are you like that with all your clients? Or just the ones that show you their pussies the first time you meet. And their tits on the second date.’

Sir tilted his head. ‘You have this edgy part of you, I’m noticing. I bet people have told you that before.’

‘What’s your point, William? What are we talking about here?’ If this was their last date she wanted him to get on with saying so.

Sir cleared his throat. ‘Breasts,’ he said.

Kira frowned. ‘Beg your pardon?’

‘Not tits, breasts. Tits is slang. Uncouth. Derogatory.’ He took her hand. ‘Tits is unflattering. You are the opposite of that.’

Kira blinked her eyes. ‘Really.’

She was confused. Tears came up and she looked away. ‘Why are we here William?’

‘Breasts, not tits. From here on. I want you to say it.’

Kira crossed her legs. The wet jeans were cold against her crotch. She folded her arms. Her date had taken on the firm, confident manner she had seen before. And liked.

Almost reluctantly, she said ‘Breasts. Alright.’

William cleared his throat again. ‘Pussy is more bornova escort acceptable. Once upon a time that was vulgar slang too, worse than tits. But it’s come into the vocabulary to the point where people use it as often as vulva, vagina, cunt.’

Kira smiled. ‘And what about cunt? I’ve been called that nearly my whole life. I’m so used to it I think you’d have to hypnotize me before I could quit using the word.’

‘That can be arranged,’ Sir said without a smile.

Kira’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Oh?’ She shifted her posture so the half-buttoned shirt became more of a come on, an enticement. ‘I might like being hypnotized,’ she said in a low voice.

William said, ‘Don’t distract me. Here’s the bottom line.’

‘Finally…’ She hardened her posture.

‘If we continue to see each other, I want you to know that I will be in some jeopardy. For a while, anyway. Maybe six months, another year, till you disconnect from the city’s recovery system and are on your own again. I could lose my license. I could lose my practice.’

‘Why are you telling me this?’

‘Because I’m willing to take the risk. Even not knowing you that well. …Unsure whether you want to try to make this work.’

She blinked again. ‘Wait, you’re not throwing me away?’

‘Dumping you?’ Sir said. ‘No, I want see more of you if you’re willing to consider another path together. One that could change both our lives. I’m willing to risk the job consequences if someone complains.’

‘Another path?’

‘In my language, I might like to own you, Kira. Someday. I might like to possess you. Literally speaking. Become your lifestyle partner. In what’s called a contract-based, power exchange relationship.’

Kira stood up and threw her arms around his neck. She sat on his knees. Grinning, she kissed him full on the lips. ‘Is this like a marriage proposal? So soon? I have to sign a contract?’ She was feeling playful.

‘Not at all. And yet yes, to some degree. It would be a full time relationship, and there would be a formal agreement. If we each have the stuff to make it work.’

‘What about my affliction? My addiction?’

‘That won’t get in the way. It might actually give you an advantage. Heavy sexuality is part of the deal.’

‘You sweet talker you.’ She kissed him again. She looked into his eyes. ‘Say more. And tell me what I need to do.’

———-

Sir gave her the outline. About PE. About dominance and submission. About submission versus consensual slavery. About bondage, discipline and sado-masochism. About lifestyle contracts vs. marriage vows.

At the end of it Kira felt like putty in his hands. ‘YES,’ she said, more than once. ‘That’s ME. How did you know? How did we find each other… after all the shit I had to go through?’

He was ready with an answer to that question too, but Kira cut him off. ‘Shh, too much talk,’ she said with another kiss. Opening the shirt, she pressed her breasts to his face — something he willingly allowed. He sucked and licked the still-sensitive nipples till she was ready to cum a third time.

But, no, not on the man’s lap, she thought, when he’s almost proposing to you on a low brick wall in downtown Rochester. After only two dates!

…Hmm, maybe that didn’t sound quite right, she thought. The two dates part when he was talking about owning her…

She pushed back the orgasm and gathered her wits. ‘Ok, I’m not sure about any of what you’ve told me. But I’ll make an earnest effort if you promise to be patient while I’m learning.’

‘Wonderful,’ said Sir. ‘I’m encouraged.’ He stood up and took Kira’s hand again. He walked her to the car, drawing keys from a pocket. He unlocked the passenger side door and turned towards her. She closed her eyes awaiting a kiss.

‘Now take off your clothes,’ he said. ‘Before you can get in the car. Take off your clothes.’

Kira’s eyes flew open. Her heart raced as she looked back at Sir. Was he kidding or was this for real? A test, maybe? Or another command from a man that had all but said he wanted to be her Dominant, her Sir, her Master. She had already been topless for him in the restaurant. Just a few minutes earlier.

‘If we can make it work,’ he had said. The words flashed into her mind. Kira was going to have to prove herself. She was going to have to figure out whether a power exchange lifestyle was something she really wanted. And he wanted her naked.

Not really understanding her role, Kira conceded again. Let’s see where this leads.

‘Yes Sir.’

The unbuttoned shirt slid away from her shoulders. The heels came off. She wrestled with the closure bostancı escort of her jeans then peeled them away. Like the skin of a banana, she thought. That was all there was. Three items, nothing more. That was Kira. And her future Sir seemed to appreciate what he was seeing.

She stood naked in the restaurant parking lot. Hand on one hip, knees slightly bent. Like she had seen models do in magazines. She hoped it all looked right.

Sir thought she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Lithe, lean, medium height. Full, heavy breasts. Dark areolas — maybe three inches wide — with large tight nipples, something he favored in a woman… Flawless, smooth skin. Bright blue eyes that contrasted with shoulder length black hair shining in the evening light. He marveled that she could look so good, be so attractive after weeks of hard use in that downtown ghetto.

Who knows what all they had done to her? She hasn’t recalled many of the details herself.

He came forward and opened the door, gesturing for her to sit. She slid into the leather seats and felt… comforted. Reassured. Naked, yes… always an edgy experience; she could never predict how people would react when she was in exhibitionist mode! But just that moment she felt at home. She breathed deeply and smiled to herself, taking in her surroundings trying to memorize the moment when she had said YES. Where it was. What it looked like. The sounds, the scents, all the Body stuff. She felt electric energy moving from head to toe. Pleasure. Emotional pleasure. Relaxed in her own skin. Trusting this man who was willing to risk part of himself to be with her.

He slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. They made their way onto the main highway leading south. Twilight. Sir in his white shirt, black suit jacket and slacks. Shiny black Johnston the thighs parted, an inviting V that might lead eyes to her core. The crosswalk lights changed and people moved. Closer. Closer. ‘Oh my goddd…’ Kira groaned. Sir was exposing her to hundreds of strangers, men and women who seemed to be heading towards some nearby sports event. They passed in front and back of the car. Talking, laughing, hauling coolers and padded seats. Looking ahead, they walked right past.

Oblivious of Kira.

‘Take a breath,’ said Sir. ‘People are wrapped up in their own small worlds. They rarely take the time to look around them.’

He ran the palm of his right hand across her chest. The breasts wagged and the nipples stiffened.

‘Look what they missed,’ he said.

Kira’s half shut eyes were a sign, if Sir had been able to see. She was alternately exhilarated and horrified that he had put her in this position. As sexual as she thought herself to be, this level of overt, brazen presentation was something she had never dared do on her own.

The car was in slow traffic…it became apparent that a baseball game was about to begin…with Kira completely nude as people strolled by or drifted past in cars within feet of her half open window.

Sir refused to let her cover up; fought her, in fact, if he thought she was shielding her breasts or pressing her knees too close together.

‘Sit up Kira. You are for them to enjoy just like I enjoy you,’ Sir said. ‘They might have you too. Any of them. The men, the women. I might give you to any of them. Or all of them. Being naked for them, letting them see, is just the beginning. Think about what I am saying. You are naked for them to see and enjoy, however the situation unfolds. This is what I want and expect from you.’

Kira’s breathing quickened more at the ideas Sir kept feeding her. She felt blood pulsing in her ears. She knew herself to be an exhibitionist, a slut, but how far did this man really want to take things? What was he really saying? That he might give her to any of these people? To be fawned over, fucked? Till..?

He made a quick left turn off of Wilson Street onto a feeder road named Library. Prince Athletic Complex, a sign said. A few feet later, another left, and he pulled the car to a stop between two pickup trucks.

‘Our space,’ he announced, shutting off the engine.

People behind them milled on zombielike, their destination in sight. Towers Field.

‘Tonight’s game is against Syracuse,’ Sir said. ‘Sorry but we won’t get to watch.’

Thank god, Kira thought. He won’t parade me through the stadium like this.

Sir stepped out of the car and walked around back to the passenger side. He opened Kira’s door.

What did he expect of her now, she wondered. That she would stand up naked in the side-cast stadium lights? With all of Rochester — or so it felt — within just a few feet of her?

‘Put the sweater on,’ he said. ‘Come with me.’

Kira paused… Thought about Sir’s command, then reached for the 5-button sweater. It barely reaches my hips, she thought.

My sex, my backside, my legs… all completely exposed.

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Alexis – a ‘moment’ in time, Part 2

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Previously……..

I thought about the last couple of days, how my life has been changed
How filthy I felt inside, ruined almost, eating away at me like a cancer.
I thought about, Mike, how I betrayed him, Lizzy and Josh, how this might changed their lives, because my feelings towards Alexis is growing by the minute.
I knew to prevent anyone from getting hurt, I would probably have to take some drastic action, like quit my job or get a transfer.
My gut feel, told me that Alexis has feelings for me too.
The last two days she acted differently towards me. I don’t know if I should just straight up ask her about it.
I remembered some of my discussions with Mike, the psychology of relationships.
Love has so many different faces. The love you feel for your child, your dog, your spouse, your family, your friends, they are all different, have different emotions attached to them. You act differently towards different people in your life and their reactions have different affects on you as a person.
You cannot love two people intimately at the same time, one is going to lose.
You can lust after many people, screw them, like I did with the two masseurs.

What myself and Alexis have, feels different, I have feelings for her, deeper than it should be, one that clouds my own judgement.

A feeling that I never even had with Mike. We met when I was young, grew into each other gradually, got married on 24, had Josh on 26.
Mike is almost six years older than me, during those first few years of dating it was all studies, getting 2 degrees, even after marriage, getting his Master degrees in both, Psychology and Psychiatry, myself getting a Paralegal degree.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she said.
“I was just thinking about the past couple of days,” I said.
“What I did, what we did, how is that going to change my life, my marriage,” I continued.
“I am going to be honest with you, I think I am in love with you,” I admitted.

She did not say anything at first, then asked me if what I feel was maybe because of what happened sexually between us.

Maybe it was, I lied to her.

“I don’t want to come between you and Mike,” she said.
“Let’s cool it down for a while and see what happens,” she suggested.

I felt sad hearing those words, but it is probably for the best. I looked at her and she looked sad as well.

We drove back to the hotel and just mellowed out on the sofa, watching TV and drinking wine. We ordered room service and had dinner in the hotel.
Went to our separate beds and I fell asleep with her on my mind, tears in my eyes.

Chapter 8.

I woke up around 4:00AM on Wednesday morning, had a few fitful hours of sleep, haunted by Alexis.

Today was crucial, as the Real Estate developer wanted to meet with us at 10:00AM this morning, they have made there decision.
This was a multi million dollar deal for our client, which meant a substantial lawyer fee for us, but even more it will boost our Law firm’s image.

I got up and went to the kitchen and made some coffee, Alexis was still asleep, her bedroom door slightly open. I pushed the door a little more open, peaked inside.

She was lying on her stomach, her left leg drawn upwards, completely exposed.
God, she was sexy, how am I ever going to just forget about her, I really am in love with her.
I thought about just getting in bed with her, hold her tight. I turned around and walked away.

Later that morning, our meeting with the Real Estate developer went more than just fine. They signed the agreement and the deal was closed.
Which meant our work was done, we were only due back in New York on Friday.

During the meeting I noticed Frank, looking at me, on a couple of occasions, smiling at me. I just ignored it at first, but later I smiled back and he winked at me.

The African American lawyer for the Real Estate company, Frank, invited us for dinner that night and Alexis accepted.

I still had visions of Mr.Big’s huge cock fucking me and wondered what Frank’s manhood looked like.
He is also tall, really handsome, had a much lighter skin complexion than Mr.Big.

He reminded me of Charles back home, our hired help on the estate, same complexion. He has been with us since he was a young boy, now probably in his early thirties, doing all the work around the house, but most important, looking after my horses.

On our drive back to the hotel, I asked her if I should change our flight back to New York for Thursday, since we closed the deal a day earlier than anticipated.

She said that she is going to phone Dave, our boss, to bring him up to speed with the great news, then we can decide.

We were both excited about what we accomplished, it was such a relief, knowing that the two of us, were successful with the first case we worked together.

She thanked me for my thoroughness, how well I prepared the files and notes, all the possible scenarios that might have arose, with possible answers and solutions, it was priceless.

I was driving, she put her left hand on my upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. I felt my pussy almost responding instantaneously, feeling the moistness already. She kept her hand there.

‘What is she up to, I thought to myself, that is really not cooling it down, thinking of what we decided last night’?

“So, I saw Frank eyeing you during the meeting” Alexis jokingly teased me.
“La la la la laa la …Frank likes Rachel …la la la la laa la,” singing it to me.

I just laughed, her hand still lingering on my right upper thigh, the throbbing intensified with every second.

“Well, you have to admit, he is quite good looking, don’t you think,” I said.

“I won’t mind him jumping my bones,” she surprised me with her answer, wow.

I was wearing a flowery, patterned, knee high, sun skirt, which rode up about 2 inches up my thigh, the way I was sitting behind the wheel.

Alexis’s hand still on my thigh, moving up, resting between my upper most thigh and the crease of my groin, my pussy making gaping convulsions like Lizzy’s little gold fish.

“Bet you’re all wet down there,” pointing with her eyes.
I decided to play along, knowing exactly where this was heading.

To hell with the cooling down, the guilt, I decided.

“Well, you will have to find that out for yourself,” I challenged her.

She moved her hand back down my upper thigh, stopping on the bare part, above my knee.

The coldness of her hand startled me. She came back up this time dragging my skirt along, revealing my leg in all its glory, my cum drenched panties clearly visible between my thighs.

It was hard concentrating on the road, keeping my right foot on the gas pedal and dealing with Alexis’s hands warming my whole body with her touch. It felt really good, I was horny as hell.

She slipped her hand between my legs, finding my juicy cum soaked panties.
I could feel it squirming round inside, as she fondled my pussy from the outside.
I tried spreading my unused left leg more open, with not a lot of room to maneuver, rize escort while driving.
She managed to find the top edge of my panties and slipped her right hand inside.

“My oh my, what have we here,” she said.

I felt her hand brushing my hood’s pubic hair, her middle finger finding my wet slit, with an almost, scratching motion running it up and down as far as she can reach.
Gosh, it felt awesomely good …I led out a soft moan.

My body stiffen as she rubbed me, she used her wedding and index fingers, butterflying my pussy petals, using her middle finger, grinding away at my pucker.
I felt my orgasm building, pushing back against the driver seat, raising my groin slightly, my left foot firmly pressed in the corner of the floor board.

I glanced at her, she had her right hand between her own legs, rubbing herself.

“We are going to have to stop or else I’m going to kill us,” I said.

Whimpering sounds escaped me as I gasped for air, my cunt weeping slimy juices into her hand.

She kept going, I tried hard to concentrate and kept driving, but also attempting to give her more room.
She switched hands, leaning down in my lap, using her right hand, fingering me using two fingers.

My moans turned into little screams, as I came, my tremulous right leg on the gas pedal made the car stutter momentarily.

She let go and when she removed her hand, strings of my slimy juices dragged like chewing gum from her left hand.
She sucked it off, cleaning her own hand.

At the hotel, I couldn’t park the car quicker than I did, when I got out, I could feel the juices seeping through my panties, weeping down my inner thighs.

Inside the suite, we almost fell into each others arms, we kissed, I could taste my own cum in her mouth from when she licked her own hand earlier. I darted my tongue inside her mouth, twirling my tongue around hers.

I pushed her back onto the sofa, spreading her legs, as I knelt between her legs. She wore a black lace panties, I could see the moistness glimmering, seeping through. Her sweet scent wafted through the air.

I started pressing my mouth against her pussy, sucking her juices through the cloth of her panties, the luscious taste filled my mouth as she arched upward pressuring her groin against my mouth, grabbing my ears pulling me closer.

She used one hand pulling her panties sideways, exposing her wet slit.

I grabbed her inner lips in my mouth, pulling it towards me, stretching it, letting go, grabbing it again.

I had her pussy cupped in my mouth, filling it with her soft flesh as I devoured it, she whimpered with each of my swallows, feeling her pushing slimy juices inside my mouth, which I gulped down like sweet nectar.

She came, guttural sounds that ripped through flesh and bone, squirting her juices in my face as I pulled away.

She grabbed me pulling me onto the sofa, stretching me out the full length of the sofa. She was on top of me, squeezed her self in between my legs, spreading my legs with her lower body.

Our mouths met again, kissing with much more passion than ever before, exploring, entangling our tongues together.

I felt her right hand under my shirt, finding my left breast, fondling it with a rolling motion.
God, it felt amazing, each roll stirring the butterflies inside my stomach.
She pushed my bra upwards, both my tits fell free, lifting my shirt, revealing my tits with taut nipples.

She gently twirled her tongue around my left nipple, sucking it slightly, biting it, then the right one, alternating between them.
The sucking got more intense, using a swallowing motion, taking my right breast as far inside her mouth as she could.
Jeez, she was excellent at sucking tit, I felt her bringing me to an orgasm.

She let go of my breast moving her kisses down my belly, twirling her tongue.
With her right hand she undid my skirt, lowered it with my panties to my feet, I used my right foot removing them completely.

My wet cunt, pulsating as she run her middle finger through my slit. She spread my pussy lips apart. I felt her open mouth taking in my soft flesh, gently sucking it, her tongue twirling around my vagina hole, occasionally darting into my hole, slurping my juices.

She found my clit, sucking it pressing hard on my groin while doing it. While sucking my sweet spot, she sunk two fingers in my cunt, fingering me, twirling her thumb around my anus. It felt awesome, the sucking, fingering and playing with my asshole.

She stopped turned me around, on all fours, sucked me from behind, sucked my pussy, rubbing my perineum with her chin, while licking my asshole.

She took her right hands four fingers, pushing it into my slimy cunt, her thumb disappearing in my asshole. Her fingers worked the ridge sponge inside of my hole, building an explosion.
Her thumb fingering my asshole, stirring feelings I have never felt before, an unbelievable sensation. She kept doing this, until the sensation became to much, I fell forward.

I turned on my back again.

She sunk her whole right hand into my hole, slowly pumping me with her hand wiggling it inside, found a steady rhythm, going faster with each stroke.

She was ramming me now, juices squeezing, escaping through the edges. My pussy sucked on her arm, with contracting convulsions, more than half of her forearm disappeared with the deepest stroke .
It felt incredible, having her inside me.

I propped myself on both elbows, watching her arm working my hole, her eyes full of admiration. I could probably take a horse’s dick right now.
My labia stretched around the thickness of her cum glistened arm, as she rammed deep inside with every stroke.

I led out a load growling scream as I came, my whole body trembling as I squirted, spraying my juices past her drilling arm. It just flowed like a burst pipe, cumming with every stroke, almost passing out.

“Fuckin’ unbelievable,” is all she said, shaking her head, cupping her mouth with her left hand.

She laid herself half on top of me.
We spent the next five minutes, slowly, gently, with soft little kisses, smooching each other.

While I showered, Alexis had a phone meeting with Dave, who was totally ecstatic about the deal.
She said he is planning a big celebration party when we get back to New York.
He also said it’s was really up to us, if we want to spent Thursday on the island, he only expect us to be back in the office on Monday.

So we decided to indulged ourselves in the island’s hospitality.

Chapter 9.

We were on the front porch of Frank’s beach front home. Magnificent peace of real estate.
He invited us inside where we met three of his friends, Vincent, another tall African American, Frank’s assistant Brianna, which I recognized from the meetings, she was young, mid twenties, slender body, with the same lighter brown skin complexion, as Frank.
Rhonda, also African American, much shorter and bustier of posture.

He led us into the living room area, the oval shaped back wall fitted with massive escort rize floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the ocean, wooden floors with 4 white leather sofas, forming a square in the middle of the room.

A huge granite bar in the one corner, next to an open fireplace, creates a cozy feeling.
A big double door, led out the a wooden deck surrounding the outside of the whole room.

I stepped outside, taking deep breaths of fresh air, filling my nostrils with the distinct smell of the ocean, it was already dark, the ocean, no less than 50 yards away, I could see small whites waves chopping on the surface, finding their way to shore.

Frank joined me outside. “Beautiful isn’t it,” he said.

“Oh yes, I just love the ocean,” I said.

“Back home, my favorite thing to do on weekends, taking my black stallion galloping on Sandy Hook beach, New Jersey,” I said.

Alexis joined us standing on my other side, listening to my conversation.

“Jahmal (Arabic for handsome), just love to stretch his legs, running through the swallow waves,” magnificent thoroughbred racing horse,” I continued.

“We have to go ride when we get back to New York,” Alexis reminded me.

I told them how Jahmal, would wait for me at the entrance to our estate most days, racing me up the driveway to the main house on his side of the fence. He has such a playful mannerism.

“Well, ladies what can I get you to drink?” Frank asked.

We both asked for red wine.
When her returned, Frank said we would be having a barbecue on the beach later. He excused himself, got Vincent and they went down to build the fire for the barbecue.

Brianna and Rhonda joined us on the deck while the two men built the fire. We chit chatted about everything and I noticed how Brianna looked at Alexis, scanning her from head to toe.

Twenty minutes later the two men were back and said we could go down to the beach.

The wooden steps were quite steep and Frank offered me his hand, Alexis using my shoulder as support, walking down the steps.

Down below was a gazebo type looking structure, completely with a built-in barbecue and big fire pit, already engulfed with flames from the bomb-fire they built. There was a small kitchen area, wooden bar and even a toilet and washing basin.
Man, he had it organized I thought to myself.

We had more wine, I’m already feeling tipsy, from the first glass. We were going to have ribs and steak, Brianna made a delicious Mediterranean salad, garlic bread sticks and two local side dishes.

We had dinner and were sitting next to the big bomb-fire, Frank kept feeding it big chunks of wood, drinking wine.
Later, Vincent and Rhonda excused themselves and Frank left to go see them off.

I got up, kicked off my sandals, walked onto the beach, feeling the gentle, cool breeze blowing through my hair. I hoped Alexis would follow but she stayed behind.

I walked a few hundred yards along the sandy beach, close enough to let the waves wash around my feet. The moon shone dimly tonight, had an eery mistiness around it.

I was almost startled by a sudden movement behind me.

“Alexis, is that you?” I asked.

“No, it’s me, Frank,” came the reply.

I could barely make out his face, but he was standing next to me, gazing at me.
I wore a light yellow sun-skirt, with a violet cotton stretch blouse, complimenting my full wellformed breasts.
I caught him on two or more occasions earlier, staring at my breasts during the evening.

“Judging by the ring on your finger, I know you are married, but I am going to say it anyway, I find you really attractive,” he said.

“Thank you, but there is someone more beautiful and available back there,” I said, meaning Alexis and even Brianna for that matter.

“Woman, just don’t get it, it’s more than just looks,” he tried explained.

“You project an enormous voluptuousness, almost dripping out of you'” he continued.

I started walking back in the direction of the house. He grabbed my arm as I walked past him, swung me around in his arms, I gazed up in his shadowed eyes.

“We better get back, they might come looking for us,” I said.

He had me tight in his grip, I could hardly see his face, he leaned down and kissed me.
I was completely caught of guard by this, but his warm mouth, wet lips, tongue found mine in a split second.
I thought about screaming for Alexis, but his kiss numbed my legs and whole body.
At first he did the kissing but soon enough, I was exploring his warm mouth, with great intensity.
We kept at it for a while, he swung me around again, his hands around my waist, the back of my body pressed against his.

I felt the bulge of his rock hard cock against my lower back.

He kissed my neck, his hands found my boobs fondling them, rolling, squeezing them, running his tongue up and down my neck.
He moved his left hand down my waist, finding his way up the inside of my blouse pulling it completely up, exposing my bra for a moment, then with both hands shifting my bra upwards.
Both my breasts sprung free, the cool sea breeze brushing them, my nipples hardened instantaneously.
His hands found my naked breasts again, squashing, rolling them, twitching my nipples with his fingers.
I grabbed the back of his neck pulling myself up against his body, his hand working my tits beyond ecstasy, I felt my juices flowing already, cooled down by the soft wind caressing my half naked body.

He bent me over slightly, lifting my skirt over my back, I felt his hand pulling my panties sideways, my tits dangling freely in the cool breeze.

Suddenly I felt his rock hard penis, between my butt cheeks, seeking the entrance to my glory hole.
I led out a soft moan as his huge cock sunk down the depths of my vagina.
He grabbed both my arms pulling back on them. With slow strokes he start ramming me, using my arms as leverage to rock me back and forth, slapping our bodies together.
His big veiny dick, filled my hole, it felt amazing, the slushing slippery sound as he fucked me, his balls slapping my pussy with each pump.
I felt the sensation building up as he rocked me up and down his stiff shaft.

I came the first time, squeezing my juices, spraying it backwards, he kept going, my legs trembling as I came a second time.

I felt his own body tensed and broke free from his grip. I turned around dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my hand, licking the underside of his penis, up and then down, taking his testis in my mouth, rolling them around.
With gentle strokes, wanking his shaft to and enormous explosion of creamy cum flying in all directions.
I took his dick down my throat sucking, swallowing the last of his load.

I cleaned his penis, by sucking it clean, twirling my tongue around his helm, licking the cum from his shaft, sucking his balls, tasting my own juices when I sprayed him like a skunk.

I adjusted my clothing, using sea water to wash my hands.

We walked back to the house in silence.
Alexis and Brianna were not at the gazebo, interesting, I thought.

What rize escort bayan if they were on the beach, in the dark shadows, did they see what just happened?
I cleaned myself in the little bathroom, getting rid of most of the evidence. Frank poured me another glass of wine and we just sat in silence.

I watched the crackling fire dancing, flickering, red, orange, blue and yellow colors mixing together as they turned the wood into ashes, engulfing everything, occasionally shooting sparks into the darkness.

The irony in it, left an incredible sadness inside me, thinking how my own life was on fire, been burned into ashes.

Frank talked about the deal being closed and how the island is going to benefit financially. He is an easy talker, typical lawyer, smooth and slick.
He was born American, raised in New Jersey of all places.
We talked about college, football and baseball and he was pleasantly surprised at my knowledge about sport.

Alexis appeared on the wooden steps leading from the house, the misty moonlight, kissing her face, a gust of wind, rushed through her silky hair, which made Frank stopped and stare.

She moved towards us, seated herself next to me on the wooden bench, half a foot separated us, she just stared into the dancing flames, which reflects crystal sparkles in her eyes.

God, the purity of her beauty amazes me, makes one wonder, God must have sculpted her after a lot of thought, a rose among flowers.

Frank excused himself and went up to house.

Silence, an unspoken conversation going on in our minds, what happened between Alexis and Brianna, I wondered, she probably the same about me and Frank.

“We should probably go, it’s getting late,” I said.

For the first time she looked me in the eyes, tears welled in hers.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I will tell you later, let’s go,” she said.

She did not ask anything about me and Frank, but she had me worried.
Back in the house, we found Frank and Brianna in an argument, but they immediately stopped when they saw us.

We thanked them for their hospitality and left, I did not even looked Frank in the eye when I said goodbye.
I didn’t want to acknowledge what happened on the beach.

On her way back to the hotel she told me that when I left for my walk on the beach, Frank came down from the house and realized I was gone.
Alexis told him I was somewhere on the beach. He followed me.

She and Brianna went up to the house to get some more wine from the cellar, where apparently, Brianna grabbed Alexis between the legs and said she knows Alexis wanted it.
Alexis stopped her and pushed her back. Brianna yelled at Alexis, saying that Frank is probably fucking me, Rachel, as we speak, so why couldn’t they also have some fun.

She told Alexis how Frank fucked anything wearing a skirt, which was true, because he just fucked me.
Brianna said, she saw me flirting with Frank earlier in the kitchen and called me a white whore.

That is when Alexis slapped her in the face.

With eyes wide, listening to her story, I didn’t know how to respond.

Before this conversation, I decided not to say anything, Frank promised me he would not mention what happened to anyone.

But after what I just heard and the argument Frank and Brianna had, just before we left, made me think to come clean.
I will have to tell Alexis what happened on the beach.

I thought about the tears in her eyes, they way she looked at me and decided not to for right now. I would tell her if asked.

Back in the hotel suite, I made us some hot chocolate.

We turned in for the night, I took a quick shower, washed and scrubbed myself clean, feeling filthy again.
I recalled the statement Brianna made to Alexis and I agreed, in less than one week, I became the biggest slut on two feet.

Thursday morning, we had breakfast at the hotel restaurant.
We drove along the coast, stopping at curio shops, buying gifts and mementos to take back home.
The morning past quickly and we were back in the hotel suite around mid afternoon.
Alexis seemed distant all day long, not her chirpy self. I guess it had to do with last night.
I sat on the porch reading a magazine, taking in the last few rays of sunshine. We had an early flight back to New York in the morning.

I decided to take a last walk on the beach, the sun had just set, painted the horizon with a beautiful crimson color, reflecting a shimmering display of sparkles on the ocean surface.

I was just about to head back when I saw Alexis in a distance, coming towards me. She looked sad.

She stepped, almost ran into my outstretched arms, rapped hers around my neck.
I held her tight, feeling her soft silky body pressing against mine, her chin resting on my shoulder, felt her warm breath in my neck.

I gently kissed her exposed color bone, moving up the side of her neck, she arched her head back, I switched to the front of her lower neck running my tongue up to her chin.
My mouth found hers, gently biting her lower lip, using the tip of my tongue, teasing hers, tasting her sweetness. Our tongues started twirling and twisting, gently exploring each other.
For the longest of time we kissed, rapped in each others arms.

We broke the kiss, I felt that burning feeling in my stomach, the lump in my throat, an incredible loving feeling.

“I love you,” I said.

I felt her body shaking, as she cried in my arms, her tears running down my shoulder and back. She said nothing, she just cried.

What was holding her back, I was certain she felt something for me, I thought to myself.

We walked back to the suite in the darkness, the dim moonlight playing on her pale face, the wind flapping her silky black hair in the night air.

It felt like hours before I finally fell asleep, my world turned upside down.
I pondered over the thought of her holding back, something must have happened in her past.
Was she scared of loving someone or scared to be loved by somebody.
I just couldn’t tell.

Friday, morning we were up at the crack of dawn, packing our bags, I was ready and told Alexis, I would go check us out.

I had a message, left by Frank, at the front desk …God I was glad Alexis wasn’t with me.
She still didn’t ask if anything happened between us on the beach that night, which I found to be kind off odd.

I decided now, that if she did, nothing did happen, Mike kept his promise and I don not want to loose her.

All the note said was,
‘Sorry, you had to see that, the other night, our secret is still safe, will be in touch.’

This is the last thing I needed right now, but decided to deal with it, when it comes.

Friday afternoon, around 2:30PM, the plane touched down at New Ark airport in New York.
We collected our bags and walked in silence towards the long term parking garage.
We reached our parting point, I gazed in her beautiful blue Spanish eyes, holding it, mine begging hers for an answer.

“Thank you, Rachel, for everything,” she said.

“Are you OK,” I asked.

“I will just have to be,” she replied and walked away.

The emptiest feeling filled my body. Tears running down my cheeks as I drove towards home.

To be continued….

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