Onwards he went, caressing and stroking her body and her clit, and gradually she became aware that she was making noises. They were nothing overt, but still a little embarrassing: a soft, high-pitched, short and quivering “ohh…” with every other exhale. She couldn’t stop; to try to hold the noises in would have been wrong, anyways. She was alive, aroused and well on the way, and there was absolutely no point in trying to hide it from him or from herself. She didn’t want to hide it. She wanted him to know.
Suddenly, things started building up quicker, as though her pleasure was bottling up, under pressure, and threatening to explode. Every rub felt better and better, every caress tingled more and more, and that growing force inside of her felt like it was expanding and doubling over upon itself, multiplying exponentially with every passing second. She lost all control over the noises she was making, the “ohh” quickly growing into a louder and more urgent “oh!”, and then “uh!”, and then “ah!!”: a surprisingly high-pitched, feminine, almost helpless noise that she had never dreamed herself capable of making, but she was making it and she was making it over and over, and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to.
Her breath was catching in her throat now, her voice echoed off the walls, and her body arched backwards into him, every muscle seizing up to pull her into a rigid pose of unbelievable, pent-up sexual excitement; she wanted to come, she wanted to let go, but it kept building up and up and up until she thought she would surely explode. And then the gates opened, the metaphorical dam broke, and she was coming, finally, mercifully, well beyond time; her knees went weak, and she had to throw her weight against him to keep from clattering to the floor; she was gasping and screaming and shrieking as he kept rubbing her clit and she was thrown about by violent waves of almost unbearable orgasmic ecstasy.
And it didn’t stop or slow down or abate in the slightest, it just kept coming, he kept stroking and she kept coming, until her throat burned and his ears rang and finally he slowed down, and let her settle down slowly, until finally the screaming turned back into moaning, the moaning back into gasping, and she was done, chest heaving, energy spent.
“Oh…my…God…” she finally gasped. “Oh,” she said. “Oh,” she said again. “Oh God I needed that.”
“I could tell,” he said. “Do you normally get so worked up?”
She shook her head, hanging limply in his arms. “This… this has been building up for weeks,” she tried to explain. “I don’t know how, or why; but I’ve been needing this for so long…” She turned in his arms, and kissed him, long and gratefully and thankfully. As they kissed, he leaned into her, and she realised that he was still in the mood.
“Oh boy,” she said, and looked up to see he had a somewhat naughty little smile. “I’m not sure I have the energy for anything more.”
“Don’t you?” he asked, with a bit of feigned indignation. “Nah, you’ll be right; all you need is to catch your breath and recuperate a little. Come here.” And he kissed her again, lightly and sweetly as always, but with even more restraint; he backed off from pressing himself into her so much, and kept his hands upon the back of her neck and in her hair. He bent down, and picked her up off the floor, carrying her back over to the desk where he sat her down and let her rest her legs, kissing her all the while. As he kissed her, her sheer exhaustion began to lift, and she started kissing him back stronger, reaching around to get a couple of handfuls of his delightfully tight and perky buttocks, letting the passion and the lust come back into their embrace.
‘He’s been doing all the work,’ she realised. ‘I think it’s time I started pulling my weight here.’ Releasing his bum, she came back to his front, and laid hands for the first time upon the intriguing and flattering bulge in the front of his pants. There was no mistaking it for anything else; it was a hell of an erection, the shaft wide, long and round and the head large and swollen, straining hard against the confines of his pants. She almost felt sorry for the thing; it so clearly wanted its freedom, so she set to work on freeing it, undoing his belt and his pants, unzipping him as he had unzipped her, and pulling both pants and jocks down and away. Breaking the kiss to lay eyes on the prize, she almost fell off the table; the damn thing must have been ten inches long, pointing proudly and urgently at the ceiling, almost throbbing; it was underscored by a very tightly-packed scrotum, and fringed by a large, almost afro-like untamed growth of pubic hair.
“Whoa,” she said.
“You like?” he said, somewhat surprised.
She was lost for words. “This…” she started; “…this is amazing. I haven’t even touched you, and look at you! You could dent a car door with that thing!”
He laughed at that one. “Listen, my dear,” he said. “If any guy had seen the things I’ve seen here, done the things I’ve done, and heard what I’ve heard, they’d have a big fat one wrapped around their ears too.”
“You’re a natural poet, did you know that?” she chided. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He did as instructed, and she left her hands down there to caress and explore. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, ever so lightly; it was covered in ridges formed by bulging veins, the foreskin pulled back tight by the state of his arousal. She moved down to caress the tightly-drawn skin of his firm young scrotum, and was surprised as he broke off the kiss and quivered with sudden and surprised pleasure; she grinned, and gently tickled his balls again, provoked a stunned, strangled gasp of ecstasy. “You like that?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt that before.”
“Well, first time for everything,” she grinned, and kissed him again, as they both got back to touching and caressing each other’s naughty bits. She grabbed his cock by the base of the shaft, and stroked him up and down, very gently; he placed both hands upon her inner thighs, and traced his fingertips up and down, in and out, gradually building closer and closer to the treasures between her legs. Upon reaching her panties, she lifted herself off the table, allowing him to peel them off her, and he found himself staring at one hell of a sight.
“You know something?” he said. “You look incredibly good with your clothes off.”
“I know,” she shrugged. “Now please tell me you have a condom.”
Quick as a flash, he reached into his nearby backpack, and came back with an unmistakable slim blue plastic packet; she rejoiced, and he gave it to her, standing proudly as she placed the condom atop his formidable member and slowly unrolled the length of the prophylactic, down over the bulging head and along the shaft. She came to the end of the condom several centimetres before coming to the base of his cock, and they stared at each other in surprise. “Cripees,” he said. “First time for that, too.”
“You must really like me,” she grinned, and gave it a tug. “It’ll stay on.”
“We’ll keep an eye on it,” he agreed. They paused to share a rather naughty grin, and then she was on her feet and in his arms, and they were kissing each other yet again. He picked her up, and pinned her against a nearby wall; she yelped with surprise at the feel of the cold plaster against her bare back and arse, but she gave him a reassuring smile, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Think you got your energy back?” he checked.
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She looked him square in the eye. “Fuck me,” she simply said.
“You’re the boss,” he winked, and he lowered her slowly, until she was almost balancing upon the tip of his cock. Eyes locked into his, she positioned herself until she felt the flange of his bulbous, rounded nob up against her opened, waiting lips; then she lowered her hips, and he slid into her slick, moistened depths, ever so slowly, penetrating inch by inch. Her eyes widened as she felt herself parting to accept his bulk; he was so wide, so long, so very very hard, like a warm, gently curving rod of steel or concrete. It seemed to be going in forever, and she realised that as he was going in, he was growing even bigger.
“How big can this thing get?” she whispered, with just a little awe.
“This is a personal best, babe,” he replied, as stunned as her. “Forgive me if I don’t stop and grab a ruler, eh?”
She chuckled at the thought of that, and pressed her body firm against him again, as he pressed against her to rest more of her weight against the wall. Still further his length disappeared into her, until finally she came to rest against his hips, his scrotum resting gently against her parted lips. “We’re in,” she whispered.
“Let’s go,” he replied, and slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pump in and out. His first movement was very slow and drawn-out, only withdrawing a very little way before going back in again; she shut her eyes and rested her chin upon his shoulder, revelling in the incomparable feeling of making sweet sweet love. They held each other even closer, her breasts pushing hard against his chest, her nipples warm and hard and very near to his own. He kissed her on the neck again, which she was thankful for; he was very good at that, not to mention how good he was at what he was doing below: stroking in and out more firmly now, with longer and slightly quicker strokes. His shape and length was hitting her in all the right places, the walls of her vagina clinging close about the slight banana-like curve he had that made his dick point a little towards his stomach. And after a while, his hand came back, somehow craning into the fray and finding her clitoris, first time, yet again. She felt her excitement returning rapidly, as he continued working with her and for her, pumping smoothly and slowly into and out of and back into her.
Again, he seemed to be placing her enjoyment above his own; anybody else might have gone hammer-and-tongs from the very get-go, but he was taking his time, putting all of his effort into building her back up again. Before long she felt that warm, growing sensation again, welling up deep inside of her; there was something about this that felt so good, so instinctively satisfying. “You…” she whispered, “…are so good at this.” He answered her with a kiss, so soft and with so much feeling that she felt like she could have turned to a boneless, wobbling jelly in his arms.
He could see her excitement returning, and he could feel his own excitement building. There was the urge to just get a good hold of her and pump away madly until he popped, but he beat it down and ignored it. Any quicker, any faster than this, and he would lose it. It was all against him; she was so close, so warm, so soft, and so achingly sexy that if he thought too hard on how long he had dreamed of it and waited for it without any reasonable hope of ever getting it, and how exquisite it was to actually be doing it with her, he’d blow it all for sure. So he cleared his mind, kissed her as well as he could, and kept tickling and pumping slowly and surely, forever monitoring the immensely pleasurable sensations being transmitted by his almost painfully rock-hard cock and going no faster than he had to.
Again, she found herself softly moaning. She had never imagined that being breached and separated in this way could feel so good; it had always felt like a clamped steel vice down there, never before had she felt so soft, so pliable, so… lubricated. And of course, his hands were working their magic again; how could he know how to tickle her clit so well, so expertly, so perfectly? His other hand didn’t miss a step or a beat; even when it went to places on her body one would consider mundane, it felt amazing, at the nape of her neck, through her hair and over her scalp, tracing down along her side and skirting over her breast; everything responded to his touch, everything tingled and made her gasp and tremble, as though any and every part of her body became an erogenous zone as soon as he touched it.
Onwards they shagged, the time passing by long and unnoticed. They were in it together; they could feel each other’s building excitement, they could feel the final moment approaching from afar. He was still growing, ever so slowly, and she could feel it, as the far end of his cock gradually penetrated further and further inside her. His excitement grew bigger and bigger, as though he was becoming acclimatised to the sensation, the upper limit of what he could contain within himself increasing with time, which allowed him to gradually go faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her excitement grew too, just as before, and she gradually lost control of her breathing, her voice, and her inhibitions. Before long, he knew it was becoming too much, more than he could hope to hold on to or contain, and he found himself stepping up the pace, going harder and deeper and more frenetic. It worked wonders for her; each plunge of his cock, progressively diving deeper and harder, built her up higher and higher. They held on tight to each other, building each other up and willing each other on, until neither could last any longer. She screamed. He yelled. They came together with an almighty cry, and they rode high on the peak of their pleasure, every driving thrust of his hips making her holler with ecstasy, every hot white shot he let go welling up from deep within him and exploding forth under exquisite, incredible pressure; his cock spurted and convulsed, time and again, which she could feel even through the condom, until finally they settled down and went limp in each other’s arms. They had done it. They had done it together, as one. And it felt damn good.
They just stayed that way for ages, wrapped in each other’s arms, cooling down, bathed in the incomparable bliss of a post-coital afterglow. Finally, unwillingly, he had to withdraw; they prised themselves apart, and started cleaning up. “Well,” he said. “Did that fix your frustration?”
“It certainly did,” she beamed, breathing hard, as though she had just completed the three minute mile. She was absolutely cured of the delectable woes she had been suffering prior to his ministrations; her heartbeat was settling down, her senses were dulling, her nostrils flared no more. He had helped her release whatever had been pent up inside her, building for so long; she had released it and plenty more. He had worked a sexual miracle upon her, and it was something she wouldn’t ever forget. “And you?”
“Oh yeah, I’m plenty fixed,” he affirmed. “That really hit the spot.”
“I’ll say.” She found her watch, and boggled at the time. “Holy shit; we’ve been doing this for two hours. Lunch is almost over.”
“Bloody hell,” he frowned. “How did we not get busted?”
“If we had been busted,” she grinned, “do you think we would have noticed?”
“Hmm, good point,” he allowed. They were both fully clothed again, and aside from some messy hair and a good, healthy, dozy-eyed glow, they didn’t look too worse for wear. “Well…” he said. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed. They paused, a little awkwardly, until they met each other’s eye, and shared the same thought: what they had done was a hell of a thing, and it was something they’d have to do more often. “Same time next week?” she suggested.
He grinned. “Depends on how frustrated you’ll be.”
“Oh,” she said, stepping towards him, “I have a feeling I’ll be nice and frustrated by then.” She favoured him with one last lingering kiss, and left him to marvel at his unexpected turn of fortune, and to try to do something about his homework. She found her friends a few minutes later; they looked her over, and instantly knew.
“He was good for it?” her best friend asked.
“You have no idea,” she smiled.
The End
The Payment
Jamie was all shook up as she entered her and Steve’s empty home. How could it have gone so wrong? She kept asking herself. How could Nick have been ahead of the game all this time? He had coerced her into masturbating for him and when it was time for her and Steve’s revenge, he had framed him for fraud and money laundering. Now Steve was in a prison cell waiting for the bail money and she was afraid Nick would be back and take from her what he hadn’t before.
She hadn’t had the courage to tell her adoring husband that all the money in their accounts was frozen until the situation was resolved. They had never bothered to put anything under Jamie’s name alone, never imagining that any situation would end up like this. They had plenty of money, but now she couldn’t even touch a dime of it – not even to get him out on bail. She knew she needed to act quickly but had no resources of her own. Then it dawned on her; the man in the bar, the one who offered her a job.
She frantically searched through her purse for his card. Vincent Ronson…She quickly picked up the phone and dialed. Vincent remembered her immediately… who wouldn’t… and happily agreed to meet the young beauty.
Jamie slipped into a pair of tight black leather pants, skipping the panties for added effect, and added a semi-sheer white halter-top. She knew that if she was going to charm a man into helping her, she needed her sex appeal to work full force… and for Jamie that meant a sexy outfit. If she were thinking clearly, or if this were a different situation, she would know that her sex appeal had nothing to do with the clothes she wore. She was taking no chances of the magic failing her, not that it ever had. Steve had often said she had a lot to learn about her impact on men; this was one of those times.
She touched up her makeup making sure everything was perfect, she dabbed a light shade of blush on the apples of her cheeks, as she stood back from the mirror, she looked at the doll like reflection staring back at her. “One last touch” she said as she debated between Gucci “Rush” and Bvlgari’s “Omnia”. She picked up the Gucci red box and sprayed her neck and her wrists. “Let’s hope your favorite perfume works on other men as well, Steven”, She whispered almost under her breath, before heading out to the Swan club.
The Swan club’s bright lights made it look like it was daytime. From the outside, you couldn’t tell it was a strip club; it looked more like a high-class bar. Jamie knew exactly what it was though. As she entered the doorway, her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness and she walked into what at first seemed like a wall directly in front of her. She stared upward at the doorman, a 6 foot 4, 260 lbs huge black man wearing shades, his massive arms folded across his chest, his face an expressionless mask.
“Sorry miss, ladies aren’t allowed to walk in alone” he grumbled as if saying it for the umpteenth time.
“I’m sorry”
Jamie paused and smiled, but drew no response.
“I’m here to see Mr. Ronson.”
Upon the mention of his employer’s name, the massive bouncer lowered his shades, grinned and spoke in a low deep voice that reminded Jamie of James Earl Jones.
“Step right in.”
She walked past him but he stopped her again after only a few steps.
“I’m sorry miss, but no one sees Mr. Ronson without first being frisked.”
His eyebrows gave Jamie a good idea of what his game was, but she needed to get inside.
“Then let’s get this over with”
He walked and stopped a mere inches from her. He towered over her and was nearly twice as wide as her slender body. As he removed his sunglasses and looked into her shiny grey eyes, there was only lust in his dark eyes. He was as imposing a man as she had ever encountered, and yet she refused to be intimidated by him.
“Any time you’re ready” she was already annoyed that he was enjoying himself so thoroughly.
He grabbed her purse from her and looked inside quickly. He handed it back to her as he bent down on one knee. He faced her, his head directly at her crotch level as she looked straight ahead. His huge hands touched her ankles as he looked up at her, smiling slightly. His hands slid up the inside of her legs, slowing as they reached her thighs. He watched her eyes as he slowly rubbed his hand over her pussy, but Jamie didn’t even blink. The huge paws on the man slowly caressed her ass through the thin leather before they made their way back down her thighs, behind her knees, then returning to her ankles.
Only when he stopped did Jamie allow herself to look at the enormous man kneeling at her feet. She swallowed any sense of fear and put on her most defiant attitude. “Done?” she asked casually. The behemoth stood up, clearly disappointed at his inability to elicit either fear or excitement in the woman. He put his shades back on and glowered at her.
“Yeah you’re clean, go ahead”
“Bet that made your day,” she muttered under her breath as she walked away from the man, and into the club.
The club was swarming with businessmen in suits and it reeked of power; there was nothing raunchy about this place. She could practically smell the money dripping from them as she walked through and up to the bar. She approached the barmaid, a slender blond with enormous breasts who couldn’t be much older than 18.
“I’m here to see Mr. Ronson,” she said to the girl.
She smiled as if she were amused, “Oh, you mean Vincent? He just called down to say he’d be with you in a minute. Can I get you a drink while you wait… what would you like?”
“A Blue Lagoon would be nice, thanks.”
Jamie sat at the empty stool at the bar. She quickly rethought her choice and added, “Hold the vodka.” The girl smiled at her as if to show understanding of what Jamie was thinking, and moments later she handed her the blue colored drink.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Oh that gentlemen on the other side got it for you.”
She pointed to a short stocky balding man in an obviously expensive and yet ill-fitting suit, who raised his drink as if toasting to her… she smiled and returned the gesture, but then quickly looked away lest he think she was looking for company.
Steve’s words repeated in her head; if he wasn’t there, he couldn’t help protect her from the wolves. And that was how she sometimes felt without him, a little lamb in a place crawling with big bad wolves. Now was one of those times. She always told him that it wasn’t about her as much as it was about her clothes. Steve always smiled at her naivety and tried to explain that it was her beauty, her sexuality alone that made that happen. Again his words came to her like a song playing in her head, “You still have a lot to learn about men, Babydoll.” She quickly gave herself a pep talk in her head “Steve is not here to protect you now. This time you not only have to protect yourself, you also have to come through for him”.
Vincent looked down through the glass window in his office, he had a view of the whole club, he liked to know everything that was going on in his money making pit. But this time, the only thing he was focused on was Jamie sitting at the bar. Jenny, one of the dancers walked in wearing close to nothing. She was about 25, younger than Jamie, a brunette with an athletic body. She poured herself a drink and made herself comfortable.
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“Sugar, I have some business to attend to.”
Jenny had come for one thing only. She and Vincent had a thing going; she fucked him and he paid for her schooling. Although not part of the plan, Jenny had fallen in love with the older man, the money was excuse to stick around and they both knew it. Vincent didn’t need to pay for sex, many of the girls only wished they could get into his bed. He was a handsome successful man and money was never an object. Aside from the Swan, he owned several night clubs which brought in a significant amount of money each week and he was not ready to settle down. He liked his life the way it was. He loved women and making love to them and it ended there. “Ok” Jenny pouted.
“I hope you decide to come by my place tonight” She said almost asking a question.
“Only if I can wrap this up early” he lied.
Jenny took a hint and walked out of the office in dissapointement. Vincent didn’t notice.
He sipped his drink as he stared at Jamie. He compared her to the dancers in the club; she could surely double his earnings. All the men around the bar had stopped paying any attention to the show. Even almost naked, the young red head in the nurse’s uniform on stage was no match for Jamie’s beauty.
There was a beep behind the bar.
“I believe that Mrs. Alexander is here to see me… would you have Theo bring her up please.”
The barmaid giggled at the sudden formalness by her boss, and nodded at the enormous bouncer. He strode across the room and approached Jamie, “follow me.” Vincent waited at his desk, comfortably entrenched in the overstuffed leather chair as he lit his cigar. Moments later the black doorman walked in followed by Jamie.
“Thank you Theo” he turned to Jamie
“Mrs. Alexander, how nice to see you”.
As Theo turned to walk away Jamie took her shot “What’s a matter Theo, not going to frisk me again? That’s a shame I kind of enjoyed it.”
Theo stopped in his tracks for a moment, proceeded and closed the door behind him.
Vincent grinned,
“I have to apologize; sometimes Theo likes his job a little too much”.
“He’s a pussycat compared to the men in the neighborhood I grew up in.”
Jamie smiled as Vincent shook his cigar at her,
“You’re a brave one coming here by yourself.”
“It’s only a strip club, Mr. Ronson, not the Baghdad Hilton… besides I’m a big girl.”
She really wasn’t much in the mood for small talk and her sarcasm was surfacing.
“That you are, and a lovely one at that…Cigar?”
She thought back to the night she met him, she hadn’t remembered him this way. As she looked him over, he was physically fit and more handsome than she recalled. His hair was almost all grey with a receiting hairline, it some touch touches of gold, “he must have been blonde” she thought to herself. He looked so elegant dressed in a suit, so business like.
Vincent opened up his humidor and she could see his variety of Cuban cigars, which only reminded her of Steve.
“No thanks, I only smoke cigarettes.”
She opened her purse to take out her sterling silver cigarette case. She took the cigarette out and quickly replaced the case “Is it ok?” She was already lighting it even as she asked. He hated cigarette smoke and never allowed it in his office but made an exception for her,
“Of course”.
Jamie looked around the office, it hardly looked like an office that would be in a strip club. There was a brown leather couch at the far end of the room with a glass table positioned next to it. Vincent’s enormous desk was made of glass as well with two photo frames resting on each side. From where she was standing it was impossible to see who’s picture was in those frames, she made a mental note to look at a later time.
“Mr. Ronson, you said if I ever needed work, you would hire me… do you have anything ummm…like office work?”
She looked down at the club from the glass window and heard Vincent laugh behind her.
“Call me Vincent and no, I don’t have any office positions. You may have noticed that I don’t exactly run a brokerage firm here Jamie”
He knew she already knew the answer but was hoping for a loophole.
“Look Jamie, I can put you behind the bar, and you’d make pretty good money. With your looks and personality, you’d probably clear almost 2 G’s a week. But that is not even one tenth of what you could make as a dancer.” She looked at him, staring deep into his eyes, trying to determine if he had brought her there with the idea of trying to con her into dancing at his club. She spoke firmly, and more than a little indignantly,
“Mr. Ronson, I am not interested in parading naked for anyone other than my husband.”
Although he did allow himself a split second to fantasize what it must be like to be married to the minx in his office, He smiled lightly, and not unkindly as he spoke a little softer to her.
“I wasn’t assuming you would, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity. I know you need the money to bail your husband out.”
Jamie’s eyes snapped up to meet his, and she felt as though she had been punched in the stomach. He continued,
“I’m sorry to bring it up, it was in the paper.”
It made her sad that she and Steve had come to this but she wasn’t about to start parading around naked for other men. With tears welling in her eyes, Jamie spoke firmly again.
“I will take the barmaid job, if you want to hire me for it, but let me make it clear to you that this is the only job I will consider.”
“Mrs. Alexander… Jamie, the job is yours of course. But with your body, a few shows and you could come up with all the money you need for bail, and for all the lawyer’s fees after that.”
He could tell from her expression that she hadn’t really thought about all the money they would need for lawyer’s fees. She was embarrassed, both by his words and her lack of planning for contingencies. He sensed an opening and laid the groundwork,
“Just think about it.”
There was a knock at the door, and it opened before Vincent could object. Jamie and he both turned and saw a tall handsome man with broad shoulders, seemingly in his late 30’s, enter the room. His hair was dark, and he wore it slicked back in a ponytail… but rather than sloppy or unkempt, it seemed somehow almost elegant on him. His complexion was tanned, but not from a booth or spray; it was obvious he stayed outdoors a great deal. What stood out the most were his emerald green eyes, and those were immediately locked with Jamie’s. His mouth was strong, his full lips exposing his gleaming white teeth as they curled into a broad smile directed at Jamie.
“I’m sorry Vincent, I didn’t know you had company”
Jamie was suddenly ashamed to be there, embarrassed that this stunning man had seen her there,
“I was just leaving,”
she mumbled softly as she put out her cigarette and brushed quickly past him.
“Mr. Ronson, I’ll be in touch to let you know,”
she called over her shoulder without turning around, and hurried out of the club.
Andrew Price was one of the most powerful and successful attorneys in the country. He was as much at home in front of the television cameras as he was in front of a jury, and he knew that very often the biggest cases were either won or lost on the nightly news long before anyone ever stepped one foot in a courtroom. he was much sought after by the rich and powerful who found themselves on the wrong side of the law. They in turn had made him both very rich and very powerful. But right now, a stunning blonde had made him weak like no other woman he had ever encountered. He whistled out loud and asked, almost to himself,
“Who in the hell was that?”
“That, Andrew, is Mrs. Jamie Alexander.”
“THE Mrs. Jamie Alexander? As in Steve Alexander… the guy who allegedly laundered all that money for the mob through his office?”
“Yep, that’s the one”
“Poor baby… it’s all over the news.”
Andrew said so softly it was almost a whisper, as he walked over to the glass window to catch a last glimpse of Jamie as we walked through the club.
“On the other hand, I would love to find out if she is a real blonde. She’s not actually going to dance here is she?”
“Maybe she will Andrew, but it will take some convincing.”
Vincent turned over to Andrew and handed him an envelope. Andrew knew Vincent well enough to know that was the end of their conversation.
“Thanks for handling my legal affairs Andrew” He shook his hand.
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“Thanks for paying cash Vincent… but I’d gladly pay double this for a shot at that sweet thing.”
“I’ll let you know what I can do, Andrew.”
The following day Jamie went to visit Steve. He looked pitiful. His once beautiful flawless face looked tired and worn out, he had lost weight and his pale complexion had aged him.
“Jamie, listen to me, you have got to get me out of here. Do whatever it takes, get the best lawyer in the country if you have to, empty out all the accounts, just get me out of here.”
It hadn’t dawned on him that she was unable to touch any of the money, after all he was in for fraud and money laundering and all their joint accounts were frozen. Any money he had acquired before he started to work for Nick was securely invested in his name only.
“Honey, is everything ok?”
She could tell he was terrified of being there.
She knew what he meant, sooner or later someone would beat him badly, or worse, make him his bitch… and she couldn’t let that happen.
She thought for a second.
“Honey, don’t give up and stay focused, I will get you out of here.”
Several nights went by but they seemed like weeks. She was alone in their big empty bed with only Steve’s memories. She thought of how much she wanted Steve lying next to her, kissing her, touching her, making her feel safe. She turned on her side, the way she did when she and Steve slept. She closed her eyes and pictured him next to her…Whispering to her “Babydoll, I am so hot for you…”
She pictured his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him, feeling his hardness against her. She slipped her hand down her belly and into her panties. She slid her other hand underneath her tank top to caress her firm supple breasts. Placing her index finger and middle finger in her mouth to wet them, she placed them on one of her nipples and rubbed the gentle spot feeling it get hard at her touch. She did the same thing with her other index and middle finger and brought them to her other nipple. She massaged and pinched her now erect nipples.
Her still wet fingers trailed down her chest and belly to her completely shaved pussy. She thought of how much Steve liked staring at her pussy. She was already wet; it never took much for her to be wet. It was almost instantaneous. She outlined her pussy lips with her finger; she dipped between them where she picked up a little wetness and spread it all around.
She thought of how Steve touched her, how he knew how to make her feel like a woman.
She thought of the first time they ever made love, how no other man would ever be enoug
h for her. She had to get him out of there and get him back in their bed.
She gently massaged her clit, feeling it get hard at her touch. Her knees bent, she spread her legs further apart to give her access to her sweet wet cunt, the way she always did for Steve when he asked. “Spread your legs for me Babydoll” She rubbed her clit harder and faster and inserted her index finger inside her pussy, it was on fire, she loved the way Steve fingered her; inserting one finger at first and then another. Pumping in and out of her pussy and gently touching her clit as his fingers came back out again.
She moaned as she whispered, “Steven I need you.” She fucked her pussy with her fingers and her other hand played with her clit, rubbing the button faster. Jamie moaned as loud as she could as if Steve could hear her from where he was. She rode the wave of orgasm as she imagined Steve fucking her with his fingers.
“You like when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you baby?”
“Yesssss… Oh God Steven…Fuck me!”
She exploded again and again in an eruption of pleasure, her back arching and her muscles convulsing as she came in a series of orgasmic spasms. Her pussy juices poured all over her hand, dripping onto the bed much like when Steve fucked her. She finally collapsed back on the bed, and immediately started to cry.
She was startled out of her funk by the ring of the phone. Although she was in no mood to talk to anyone, she didn’t dare ignore any calls that came in, as they could be either from or, God forbid, about Steve
“Jamie, it’s Vincent.”
She immediately got up and covered her body out of reflex. She tried not to make her misery obvious.
“I have something to discuss with you; can you come down to the club?”
He sounded almost giddy. But Jamie was not in any mood for games.
“Can’t you just tell me over the phone Vincent?”
she asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
“You know I can’t discuss business on the phone… especially YOUR phone, sugar.”
She understood immediately what he meant, and thought of the FBI agent who was probably listening in.
“Yea, ok… I’m just fucking the federal prosecutor now…meet you in a bit?”
They both laughed as she hung up.
Half an hour later, she was at the Swan club. After a bit of small talk, Vincent got straight to the point.
“Jamie, I know you’re having a hard time raising the money for the lawyer’s fees and I can help.”
When he first laid eyes on her, he lusted after her but unlike most of his girls, he found that he already had a weak spot for her. Although fucking her had been on his mind every second since he last saw her, he wanted more.
He was allowing her to see a side of him he didn’t show others, his gentle caring side. She was the kind of woman he wanted to take care of. He resisted the urge to take her in his arms and tell her everything would be all right.
“I spoke to my lawyer Andrew Prince about representing your husband.; perhaps you have heard of him? When I explained the situation, he said that as a favor to me, he would waive his fees…He’s the one you ran into last time you were here.”
She had heard of him but pretended she hadn’t so she didn’t appear overly eager. Of course she heard of him, it was next to impossible to turn on the TV and not see him.
“Why would someone like that be interested in helping me?” she wondered.
She was skeptical and she should be.
“And you? What do you want?”
He was hurt at her direct hit but let it go.
“It’s nothing compared to what you will receive in return”
He opened his humidor box to pick out a cigar.
“One show Jamie” He smelled the Montecristo cigar he pulled out of the box,
“you perform for me…and a few select guests… just once and he will personally meet with you after the show to discuss your husband’s case. I took the liberty to make the arrangements pending your approval of course, for this Friday night.”
“This is what you wanted from me all along isn’t it Mr. Ronson?”
He was sad that she went back to calling him Mr. Ronson.
He stepped closer to her but she didn’t move, she was not about to be intimated.
“Your husband is in prison Mrs. Alexander, doesn’t that mean anything to you?
He hated himself for having to manipulate her but it was good for business and he needed a reason to get close to her.
“Don’t play games with me Mr. Ronson, I wasn’t born yesterday!”
“Jamie. Don’t be a fool. It’s only one show, this Friday, down to your g-string, that is all he wants and he will meet with you immediately afterward. It’s a great opportuinity; don’t let your pride get in the way of this.”
He lit the cigar as his eyes focused on her.
“And you? What do you want?”
He walked over to her, inches from her face. She turned around not ready to face him, she stared out the glass window to the people inside the club. He pressed up against her, moved her hair aside, his erection growing against her buttocks
“What I want is something surely you won’t give”
he whispered. He backed away
“therefore, I will settle for a show”.
Jamie’s eyes filled up with tears but she was not about to let him see her cry.
Jamie didn’t have to give her approval, Vincent understood it was a yes. He went behind his desk and handed her a box.
“This is a gift, from me to you. Open it”
She opened the silver box and found a pair of sheer white panties and matching lace bra.
There was also a pair of 4 inch white stilettos, just her size.
“Model for me”
She knew this was the deal breaker. If she didn’t model for him, he would not confirm the meeting. She thought for a second as she placed the box on the table next to her.
She unbuttoned her pants and paused.
“Do you mind?”
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He smiled lightly and said “of course”. Vincent went over to sit on his desk, his back to her.He heard the zipper of her leather pants and was hard instantly. The muffled noises of her getting undressed were driving his imagination wild. He had never imagined what he saw moment later as he turned around. Jamie looked like a Goddess, something out of a high class porn film. He almost gasped at the sight of her and his dick was ready to jump out of his pants. She was bent down to tie her shoes and he could see her perfectly round ass staring straight at him. The sight was mesmerizing. Her long legs were toned and tanned and as she came back up, she was startled that he had been watching her. She placed her hands on her breasts and pussy to hide. He walked over to her and grabbed one of her hands and lifted it up to his mouth.
“Don’t be shy or modest sugar. You look absolutely breathtaking.”
He kissed her hand as he admired every inch of her lovely body. She felt like a prey ready to be eaten by the predator. He circled around her until he came to a stop right behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close. Jamie stopped breathing.
“Precious and fragile things need special handling”
he gently undid the clasp of the bra. Jamie crossed her arms over her breasts to keep it from falling off and exposing her.
His fingers pulled her hair away from her neck and he lowered his mouth and kissed her shoulder
“You are a very attractive woman Jamie.”
His hands wrapped around her and slipped under her bra to grab her breasts, his hands and fingers massaged them gently.
“Mr. Ronson, I will say this once. Get your hands off me.” She broke his trance and bruised his ego.
“Get out.” He opened the door and left the room.
Jamie took a deep breath, tied her bra and picked up her clothes. She slipped her pants back on but not before Andrew walked in. He startled her. She put her top on as Andrew stared unable to look away.
“This Friday, you will get your show” She stormed out.
“Hey kid” Jamie said as her baby brother picked up the receiver. Fabian was her twin, born two minutes after her but she always called him kid.
“Hey gorgeous, how are you doing?”
“Not good kid, not good at all. I need money”
“Of course, how much do you need?”
In total, I need $70,000. I have what mom and dad gave us but I need to borrow your share.
“Of course, I need a couple of days but the 20 K is yours.” There was a short pause.
“Why don’t you just let me take care of everything?”
“I need to do this on my own. Besides, I am not the fool everyone expects to play me for.”
“You never were sis”.
“Thanks Kid, I will pay you back with interest”
“Forget about it. I will have the money wired to your account as soon as I can. By the way, you should call dad, he wants to make sure you’re ok”
“Just tell him I’m fine and I’ll talk to him soon”
With his share and the money she had saved up, she was still short 10K just for the bail money.
Friday night came and Jamie sat in front of the mirror in the dressing room. The girls came and went and her turn was coming up as Vincent walked in.
She touched up her lipstick and saw his reflection in the mirror.
“Is he here?”
“Hi Jamie, yes he’s here and he’s looking forward to your performance. I don’t know if you have seen the house yet, but we’re packed, thanks to you. Here is a little bonus from me to you, just to help you out with some of those bills.”
He handed her an envelope and walked away. She opened the envelope and saw they were all hundred-dollar bills, about twenty of them. Jamie so was moved by his generosity, that she started to cry. Maybe she had been wrong about Vincent. She bit her tongue to prevent her from crying; she couldn’t mess up her makeup minutes before hitting the stage.
Brandy, One of the girls Jamie had befriended, walked in and whistled “Girl…you’re stunning!” Her use of the word startled her, as it was the way Steve always described her…but she pushed him from her mind as Brandy started to help her with her makeup. “Oh what the hell you don’t need more!” she added and she put down the makeup brush.
“I have never seen this placed so full, it’s like everyone knew you’d be performing or something…honey, you will make a lot of money tonight. Just look at you!”
She thought again of Steve and how he’d be disappointed to find her here but then she thought of his tired looking face and how he begged her to get him out of that place. She kissed his picture again and whispered
“This is all for you my love, we will be together again soon.”
“You’re on Jamie.”
Said one girl who walked in from the stage, naked and sweating.
Jamie wore a short skirt and high heels that tied around her ankle, her top was tight and low cut and showed off her beautiful cleavage. The alcohol seemed to have calmed her nerves. She took a deep breath and hit the stage the second the first note of the song came on.
The Swan was full, with not a single empty seat…but she spotted Andrew immediately. He sat right up in the front row, at the table just off the center stage…and Jamie was surprised to see he was alone. She has assumed men like him traveled with “associates”. He wore a dark grey suit and looked like a million bucks. He was several years older than she was but it was obvious he took good care of himself.
She was determined to give the performance of a lifetime. She had danced for Steve plenty of times and had been following the strip tease workout videos for years, now she was putting it to use. She was eager to make this as memorable for him as she had no doubt it would be for her; to really give him -and Vincent- their money’s worth. She would show him through her dancing how truly grateful she was to both of them.
She walked towards him, elegantly looking straight at him. She reached the pole and swung around it. Her skirt lifted and he could see her beautiful round ass. He actually gasped out loud.
She walked back to her initial spot, one leg in front of the other and turned around again. She moved her hips from side to side to the sound of the music; she turned to her side, dragged her hand up her thigh. Then without warning, she smacked her ass hard, she then slowly lifter her hand to her mouth and stuck a finger between her sexy lips. She could see the lust in Andrew’s and everyone else’s eyes, and it spurred her on.
She unbuttoned her top, took it off and tossed it aside. Her skimpy lace bra did little to cover her beautiful round breasts. As she danced, she pulled down her skirt to her hips then she bent completely over at the waist, giving Andrew a perfect view of her gorgeous sexy ass. She then dropped the skirt to the floor at her feet, stepping out of it and then pushing it aside with her foot.
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She turned back to the audience and lowered herself onto the floor, first upright on her knees. She flexed her shapely legs, causing her body to rise and lower, as she did in the bedroom with Steve many times. The thought made her shiver with excitement. She then lowered herself down, almost flat, her firm breasts and barely covered pussy pressed into the cool flooring. Jamie then rose up on all fours with her back arched. In that position she looked like an erotic big cat on the prowl, like a sexy jaguar or panther. Without getting up, she swaggered over the entire stage, looking at Andrew like a hungry animal stalking its prey.
She got back up again and turned her back to the audience again. With one snap, she took off her top and threw it aside as well. She covered her magnificent breasts with her hands, and was surprised to feel how hard her nipples were. Again she shivered, and gave them a little tug before turning to face the audience again. She took a deep breath, it was now or never she thought, and exposed her tits for the world to see. She was surprised, and more than a little proud to hear gasps and appreciative noises from the men out there in the dark; and more than a few women as well. Jamie had never felt sexier in her whole life.
She was down to her skimpy g-string that barely covered her completely shaved cunt, but she never took her eyes off Andrew. She continued to dance as the men in the bar cheered her on; they didn’t even bother to wait for her to go to them, they just threw bills on the stage. She swung again on the pole wrapping her legs around it at the waist level, and then letting go with her hands, dropping backward slowly until she actually hung upside down. Andrew gave her a look of intense satisfaction, and she saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and form a whistle. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, or she off of him.
Vincent saw the show from his office and smiled to himself “My God Jamie…” He whispered to himself.
The song came to an end as she hung there. The crowd leapt to their feet with a thunderous applause, a complete standing ovation. She lowered herself from the pole and then turned to face the audience, bowing to them and basking in the applause.
“God, I could learn to love this” she thought.
She picked up her bra and turned to walk off stage. She was almost out of sight when she turned back around to blow Andrew a kiss. He blushed like a schoolboy; and stopped clapping only long enough to catch the imaginary kiss and apply it to his lips. Now it was Jamie’s turn to blush.
She returned back in the dressing room and Vincent greeted her with applause as well.
“Well sugar, looks like you’re a hit.”
He beamed. She was so excited that she threw her arms around him without even thinking how exposed she was. It was only when he pulled her closer and began rubbing her back that she remember the incident in his office, she pulled away immediately.
Vincent blushed when he realized how she had affected him, before with her personality and now with her body, and that his rapidly hardening cock was stirring in his pants.
He quickly recovered his business persona and changed the subject
“Mr. Prince will be here to see you in a few minutes. Why don’t you change in my office sugar?”
His eyes danced all over her body as if he was molesting her with them as she quickly put her bra back on. He handed her a short tissue thin silk robe and, although it left little to the imagination and didn’t do much to cover her, it was better than just her bra and g-string.
She went to wait for him in Vincent’s private office; she didn’t want anyone else knowing her affairs. Before she had time to even put on her jeans, there was a knock at the door.
Jamie scrambled to make sure her robe was well tied as the door opened and Andrew Prince let himself into the room and closed the door behind him. He quickly closed the distance between them and kissed her cheek even as she struggled to cover herself. Her partial nudity didn’t seem to faze him in the least.
“Mrs. Alexander, please allow me to be the first to say, your performance tonight was unforgettable!”
Jamie felt her face burn with a heavy blush but she also felt a strange sense of pride at the reaction she was able to elicit from this powerful man. She was sure he could have any woman he wanted, but tonight he was completely entranced with her. She smiled politely
“Are you really here to discuss my performance Mr. Prince?”
He was obviously at home in Vincent’s office, and he poured them both a drink and settled on the expensive overstuffed leather couch.
“Please call me Andrew…and we can discuss anything you want my dear…anything at all. Please come sit with me, Mrs. Alexander”
“Ok Andrew… and please call me Jamie”
she answered him reflexively, and immediately regretted encouraging the familiarity, as she felt his gaze up and down her nearly naked body as she crossed the room. He handed her the lead crystal tumbler as she sat next to him on the couch. She tossed down the drink he handed her without so much as a thought, the strong alcohol burning her throat as it went.
He slid closer to her on the couch, letting his arm rest on the cushion behind her.
“I have been waiting to see you dance since I first saw you. Oh my God…I have never seen anything like it before, Jamie. You are an exceptionally sexy woman.”
Jamie gulped at his words but didn’t utter a single word. His words hit her like a ton of bricks.
“What do you really want Mr. Prince?”
“I want to help you, Jamie…you and your husband. But maybe we can help each other.”
She laughed out of nervousness and irritation.
“Let me guess… you want me to blow you and then you’ll help me out?”
He could see the fire burning in her eyes, she was getting angry. She knew he wasn’t a man who got turned down often, if ever at all.
While he looked at her, all he could picture was her husband fucking her and how much she must enjoy it. Did she like it hard? Soft? Fast? Was she an angel in the bedroom or a total wanton slut?
“You have me all wrong Mrs. Alexander, all wrong. I can help your husband and bring him back to you, where he belongs, untouched, unharmed.”
She studied his eyes as he paused for a second.
“I will handle your husband’s legal affairs and…at least as importantly for him…I have the connections to keep the vermin away from him in prison, all for a small fee.”
“How much?” she asked naively, and then she noticed his Rolex watch and instantly knew he didn’t want money from her. His arm dropped from the back of the couch and he caressed her hair and his fingers trailed the back of her neck. His voice was unnervingly calm, and very soft.
“Doesn’t it get lonely for you Jamie? You are a beautiful woman, probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
His strong hands felt good on Jamie’s skin, and the alcohol and sensuality of the dancing had lowered her inhibitions. She felt her nipples harden and poke out above the half cups of her bra, and the feel of the silk against them was maddening her.
“So what do you want from me Andrew?”
she asked again, but she was stalling for time to think…she already knew the answer to his question.
He took her face in his hands, and stared deep into her eyes.
“I want to make you feel like a woman again…and in return, I can guarantee your husband’s freedom in less than a week.”
“How can you ask that of me Mr. Prince? How can you think that I would be able to do that?”
She spoke indignantly as she slapped him as hard as she had ever slapped any man, then she got up and stormed toward the door. He followed her and grabbed her arm. As she spun around to slap him again, his face was only inches away from hers as he whispered.
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“Jamie…you stole my heart tonight…I must have you.”
She could smell scotch on his breath just like she could always smell it on Steve’s when he went out.
“Your eyes are mesmerizing.”
He added softly. Standing this close to him she noticed how truly handsome he was, even with his right cheek now marked with a perfect pink print of her hand. She could see her reflection in his piercing green eyes and his perfect white teeth almost shined in the darkness of the room. He reached for the belt of her robe and untied it.
“I can make the pain go away Jamie. All of it.”
He whispered into her ear as he nuzzled against her. Her robe slid open and revealed her skimpy little lace bra and g-string panties. He gently pushed her against the door and his lips crashed down on hers. As her tiny hands struggled to push him away, he opened her mouth with his and slid his tongue inside in search for hers. She surprised both of them as she stopped resisting him and actually kissed him back. He reached for her shoulders and removed the robe letting it drop to the floor. This was the moment he had dreamed about since he first met this ravishing creature, the moment he had paid Vincent so handsomely to arrange.
He trailed his soft hands down her back, his every sense filled with sensations of Jamie. Her small pointy tongue danced with his, her smaller body pressed to him, her smooth ivory skin so soft on his fingertips. Both of his strong hands slid down to her gorgeous ass that she had so proudly displayed on stage, taking time to cup each cheek and squeeze them softly. His rapidly hardening erection although still encased in his pant, was now pressed firmly against her the warm skin of her stomach. He knew she could feel it and she made no effort to pull away from him. Still, he knew better than to break the kiss, it was sure to disconnect her from her trance like state. He knew this could go either way and he was not about to let her walk out.
His hands shifted; one to the front of her in between them and the other unsnapped her bra with a single motion, exposing her beautiful breasts. He cupped first one firm full tit as he continued to kiss her mouth and suck on her tongue, and then the other hand took hold of the other. He gently circled each of her hard nipples with his fingertips, pulling gently on the now fully erect and puckered flesh. She moaned softly into his mouth, her body betraying the desire she was desperately trying to hide.
He knew there was no way she would help him undress; he was on his own. He also knew it was the moment of truth; he moved reluctantly from her sexy mouth as he trailed kisses down her chin, to her neck, his mouth seeking out the hardened nipples that were begging to be sucked. His hands slid down her waist and his fingers slid under the flimsy waist of her poor excuse for panties at the side, slid them down her hips and onto the floor. Almost instantly, she heard the belt buckle of his pants and it reminded her of Steve. She knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. His pants dropped to the floor and she felt the head of his thick hard cock pressing at the opening of her wet pussy, just begging to be let in.
“Come with me gorgeous”
he scooped her up without even thinking about it and carried her over to the couch. He placed her down softly and dropped to his knees, although still towering over her
“Show me how wet you are”. Jamie hesitated.
“No one will know about this Jamie, no one. Let’s just enjoy each other, now show me.”
Jamie thought of Steve and how she needed to do this for him, but she was feeling guilty because she wanted Andrew.
“For Steve… do it for Steve.”
The words repeated over and over in her head. Suddenly all of her inhibitions were gone.
Jamie slowly spread her legs open and rubbed her pussy for Andrew to see. She wanted him to see how wet she was, wanted him to watch her touching herself. He could clearly see she was already wet, and it exited him that playing with her own pussy for him was also turning her on. She slit her index finger inside her pussy as she closed her eyes and moaned “mmmmm”. As she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her finger, reality kicked in. She was masturbating for someone other than her husband and was enjoying it. Her eyes opened and locked with his. She froze for a moment, just staring at the handsome stranger - and he knew exactly what was going through her mind. He had hoped she would block out the doubts, and the thoughts of Steve. When Jamie made no move to get up, he was ready to go ahead with his plan.
Vincent had walked back to his office thinking everyone was gone, but as he approached the door he heard voices and paused at the door. It wasn’t completely closed and he stood close and listened. He couldn’t exactly make out what was being said. He pushed gently on the door just enough to look into his office and then he saw them. Jealousy overcame him immediately. He had wanted her for himself and had instead handed her over to Andrew. He watched as Andrew stood over her.
Andrew positioned himself between Jamie’s legs and lowered his head to her pussy. Jamie raised her head and locked her eyes on his.
“Mr. Prince…” He paused as she continued,
“There was no talk about oral sex. That was not part of the deal.”
“I’m changing the rules.” He said tersely and dropped his head to her cunt.
After giving her slit one long lick, Andrew thought he would go mad. Her smell was intoxicating and her taste was just as sweet and fresh as he had expected. Jamie’s body also responded immediately to the sensation of his tongue in her pussy. It had been so long since her pussy had received such personal attention; she was instantly soaking wet.
“Mmmmm…You want it, I can smell the lust on you.”
He was an arrogant bastard, she thought, but he was also quite correct… she wanted it very badly.
He stared at her pussy, the beauty of it. Her lips covered her clit completely; it was perfect. Her legs were barely open as his head slid between them and lowered to her pussy once again. She moaned gently. He paused to tease her a little more,
“Now Mrs. Alexander, I can see that your pussy is just begging for my tongue to fuck it and that’s exactly what is going to happen.”
Andrew positioned himself back between her thighs and spread her legs as far apart as he could with his strong hands. His fingers opened the lips of her pussy like the blossoming of a flower. He inhaled deeply before burying his face in between her legs. He gently licked her open lips, discovering her hiding clit; he nuzzled at it and it became hard at the touch of his tongue.
Jamie had tried as much as she could not to get aroused by Andrew, and to remain in full control of the situation. But her clit was so sensitive, and hadn’t been touched in weeks; she was rapidly losing the battle with her body. She thought of Steve and how had he pleasured her countless times. A tear streamed down her face; she didn’t want this burning inside of her loin. She had promised Steve that no other man would ever touch her again, and yet here she was - lying there, wanting this man to eat her out, wanting another man to make her feel all the things Steve had done for her. She thought that if she surrendered to the pleasure and got aroused, she would be betraying Steve… even if it was for him, to get him out of prison and back home where he belonged.
Andrew knew she was fighting it, fighting him. He would have made it easier for her, but she wasn’t the type of woman who gave in easily. He knew he would fall for her regardless and then he’d have an even bigger problem. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind, he would give her what she wanted and “she will fall for you too” he thought. Every single woman he had been with had fallen for him, why would Jamie be any different?
“Once this is done, you won’t even remember his name” he thought to himself.
His tongue went in and out of her vigorously, the tip of it circling her quickly swelling clit. She was so incredibly turned on, and yet she didn’t make a single sound. With his thumb and index fingers, he parted her pink lips further, licking her slit up and down and also positioning a finger at her opening as he did.
“Andrew… please” Jamie tried to speak, but couldn’t. He knew she wanted to protest but wasn’t able to bring herself to say the words; after all he was in control and they both knew it.
Vincent watched as Andrew ate Jamie’s wet pussy like a man possessed. He was in a trance; she looked absolutely hot and it took all of his willpower not to interrupt them. He felt sure that if Jamie had even a clue that he was watching, neither of them would ever see her again.
“Trust me Jamie… just listen to your body and relax.”
Andrew whispered and slipped his finger fully inside her, as she gasped as her tears ran freely down her cheeks. His finger pumped in and out of her now sopping pussy; he was determined to make her explode for him, all over his hand and face. He ate her delicious pussy and his finger increased its pace; slipping it with ease in and out of her cunt, he added a second one. They both knew she couldn’t resist much longer.
“I want you to cum for me, Jamie”.
Vincent had a raging hard on as he watched Andrew devour and finger Jamie’s delicious pussy. He couldn’t see if her eyes were closed but her body language told that she was enjoying every second of it. He thought of Steve and how upset he would be. In his fantasy, he was Steve and was watching his wife acting like a little slut.
“That’s it Jamie… let go… cum for me,”
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Andrew whispered to her between licks of her pussy and nibbles on her clit. Jamie’s body stiffened at the dual sensations of his mouth and fingers in her pussy and his voice in her head. Her head sunk into the couch’s pillow as she arched her back, and Andrew felt her pussy tightening on his fingers. His lips gently sucked on her clit while the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over it.
Jamie exploded with the force of an atomic bomb, as she rode the wave of orgasm.
His mouth devoured her pussy as she came and all the juices flowed from her cunt to his mouth. As her body collapsed, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. She tasted so sweet; he didn’t think he could get enough of her.
Jamie quickly wiped away the tears from her face but was too late, he had already noticed. He came up to her face and nuzzled at her neck.
“Don’t worry Jamie, everything is going to be ok.”
He hated that she didn’t want this; that she didn’t want him as much as he wanted her; but he was also determined to change her mind. He was determined that when this was done, she wouldn’t care if Steve stayed in prison as long as Andrew agreed to fuck her everyday.
“Let me make this all better Jamie. I know how hard it is.”
He looked into her watery eyes; they looked almost like glass. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen and he envied Steve for having her love him as much as she did. He cupped her face in his hands but she looked away in shame.
“I know that you feel like you’re falling into emptiness and the loneliness has kicked in, it doesn’t have to be that way…let me make you feel good Jamie”
She turned away from him once again “no!” she whispered.
“Do you hate me Jamie?”
he asked in such a soft voice, as if to contradict his words. She didn’t answer, how could she tell him she did? He was the only one who could get Steve out. But he persisted,
“You hate that I’ve put you in a position where you want to give in to me, give yourself to me; and you want to claw my eyes out because of it”.
Once again she remained silent. He grabbed her face in his hands again and forced her to look him in the eyes
“Let it out Jamie, let me have it, tell me what you feel!”
She couldn’t hold back any longer, and her rage exploded
“Yes… I hate you! I hate everybody! I hate everything! Steve is in prison because people like you can’t keep their dicks in their pants and I’m left to pay the price! Yes, I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
She cried, the tears flowing freely now.
Vincent was startled by her loud outburst and almost gave himself away.
But Andrew responded by kissing her harder than before, and roughly parted her lips with his. His tongue snaked its way inside her small mouth and searched for her tongue. As much as she hated him and hated being there with him, she allowed him to kiss her, and even returned the kiss. She needed someone to console her, to make her feel like everything would be all right; even if in a few minutes she’d realize she was sleeping with the enemy.
Still locked in a kiss he straddled her, and with his strong thighs he parted her legs. She resisted his advances and with her hands on his chest, she tried to push him away. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her body close to his. The touch of her skin against his was incredible to him. Her bare breasts rested against his hard chest, her hard nipples pressing into his flesh; and he wished he would never have to let her go. He loosened his grip on her wrists, and broke the kiss to look at her gorgeous face. She slapped his face as hard as she could, given her vulnerable position. He was taken aback and he was hurt, but he was not angry. She looked genuinely surprised by her own gesture.
Vincent smirked, as much as he wanted to see Jamie get fucked, he also didn’t want to see Andrew win out. He was happy that Andrew got what he deserved.
Andrew was calm as he spoke “do you feel better?” He asked, his voice indicating more than a little annoyance. Still towering over her, he raised his voice and added,
“I’m trying to help you and this is what I want in return… now you can either handle it or you can leave”.
Jamie suddenly felt like she was a child pulling a tantrum, and was embarrassed by his harsh tone.
Vincent knew Andrew well enough to know he was bluffing. He was too far in love with Jamie not to help her, and he had gone too far to turn back now. The lawyer was tying to get the bonus plan now, and he hoped that Jamie wouldn’t take his bait.
Jamie was confused; yes, she wanted Steve out of prison at any cost, but how could she give herself to Andrew? Andrew was nervous she would call his bluff, and would call it off at any minute. He knew that if this moment would pass, it would never come again. He waited nervously for a reply that never came.
His fingers trailed between her breasts to her navel, and she raised her head to face him as he looked into her shiny eyes.
“God you are a beautiful woman Jamie”
he whispered nervously
“I can’t stop myself from touching you.”
As Jamie’s expression softened, even though he had only known her a short time, he could tell from her eyes that she was finally relenting. He laid atop her, his hard cock resting against the outside of her pussy and kissed her deeply. She finally wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth; his hunger for her grew in the matter of seconds. She finally parted her legs to welcome him. He broke the kiss and stared at her face.
He shifted his weight and began to press himself forward into her moist flesh, but Jamie stopped him.
“Please wear a condom,” she pleaded.
But Andrew continued to press into her,
“No condom Jamie, I want to feel YOU, completely”.
Both of her hand shot up to his chest and she held him away from her,
“Andrew please”
her eyes pleaded with him and he couldn’t refuse her. Besides not wanting to lose his opportunity, he also didn’t want to hurt her any more than he already had. Vincent’s cock stirred in his pants in anticipation of what was to happen next.
As Andrew got up to look for a condom, Vincent backed away from the door. Andrew found what he was looking for in the top desk drawer of Vincent’s desk; the last of a supply of condoms that both men had used often. As he headed back to where Jamie lay naked and waiting, he stood there looking at her, his eyes once again taking in her beauty. She was simply perfect. Her blonde hair was tousled, but beautiful; she had no lipstick left, and still her lips were a light shade of red. Her firm, round breasts eager to be touched, the nipples hard and puckered, and her bare pussy glistened with desire. He had never been so turned on in his life.
Andrew could hardly control himself as he ripped open the condom packet, and in his haste he damaged the rubber. Jamie quickly realized what had happened, and their eyes met in a simultaneous look of horror. Andrew said in a voice just above a whisper,
“That was the only one.”
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And without speaking another word, they both understood what would happen; there would be no condom, and she would have to trust him not to cum inside her.
He threw the rubber aside, strode across to the couch, and lay atop her once again. Her arms opened for him this time, and he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts. He opened his mouth and captured one of her nipple with his tongue, and his hand gave attention to the other, gently tugging at it. Jamie pulled his head tighter to her breast as she moaned,
“Mmmmmm,” and she parted her legs for him at last.
Vincent knew Andrew would finally fuck her and he could contain himself no longer. He unzipped his pants and reached for his raging hard on. He took a chance and opened the door a little more. If Jamie turned her head, she was sure to see him - but at this point, he needed a full view of the fucking session. There was no way he would miss watching Andrew give Jamie what promised to be the fucking of her life.
Andrew positioned his hard cock against Jamie’s pussy and waited for her approval. He could now see the lust in her eyes and she finally wanted him as much as he did her. His strong hands held her legs apart and his huge cock slipped into her slowly, an inch at a time. Jamie shivered under him. His cock was not as long as Steve’s but unusually thick, and she was being stretched open as never before. She was so tight he thought she might scream but instead she bit her lip to keep from crying out, and even pressed back against him, driving him deeper inside. He finally slid his full seven inches inside, then back out of her, and then forced it back into her tight hole again. His motions were slow; waiting for her pussy to adjust to his thick cock.
After a few slow thrusts, he needed to fuck her the way he liked it, the way he knew she wanted it too; hard and fast. He pulled back out of her once again and then, with one hard thrust, he rammed his entire length deep into her cunt. Jamie screamed out in a combination of immense pleasure and incredible pain,
“Fuckkkkkk!”
Andrew smiled in satisfaction at her scream,
“you liked that don’t you?”
Jamie didn’t answer him; she didn’t need to. Her fingers reached up and pulled at her nipples as Andrew’s thick hard cock continued to slowly pump her tight pussy.
He watched as his thick monster began to pound more furiously in and out of her cunt, stretching her obscenely as he did. Jamie’s fingers trailed down her navel to play with her clit. She rubbed her clit in circular motions as Andrew’s dick disappeared and reappeared from her pussy,
“Oh yeah baby… rub that pretty pussy for me”,
Andrew moaned as he shifted his weight so he could drive even deeper and his balls slapped against her ass. Jamie moaned as she started to meet his thrusts, and she forced her legs as far apart as she could to allow him even greater penetration.
Vincent was in a trance; from where he was standing he could see everything. He had a perfect view of Andrew’s cock slamming into Jamie’s juicy pussy while she played with herself. He also had noticed how turned on she was. Her head was now thrashing from side to side but before he could back away behind the door, her eyes had flung open and she stared straight at him. Jamie closed her eyes again, thinking that maybe it was just her imagination providing an audience to increase her pleasure. Slowly, she opened them again and yes he really was there. His dick stood straight out of his pants and he stroked it furiously; his gaze fixed her pussy, watching it get fucked by Andrew’s big cock. But instead of feeling troubled at the thought of being watched, she became even more excited.
Her pussy was getting the royal fucking it deserved and to top it all off she now had an audience. Andrew was too entranced to notice anyone watching them, by now he was holding on to Jamie’s hips and pumping her smooth tight cunt as hard as he could.
“You little whore, you like that? How long has this pussy been waiting for a fuck?”
Jamie looked straight at Vincent as she answered Andrew
“Too long!”
“You have such a tight cunt Jamie, God how I love to fuck it. How many fuckings has this nasty little cunt gotten, you little tease?”
Jamie couldn’t believe how turned on she was, it was as if Andrew had read her diary and plotted to have every dirty secret desire fulfilled. He was fucking her the way she loved it – hard and fast – saying all the perfect filthy things she loved, while Vincent watched and stroked his cock for her to see; she thought she would come any second without warning.
Andrew knew she was close, and he reached for her breasts and pinched both her nipples hard.
" Answer me Jamie…How many fuckings has your cunt had?"
Jamie responded as he knew she would,
“Hundreds… thousands…Yes… Please… fuck!! Don’t stop!”
Andrew suddenly stopped as he slipped completely out of her now drenched pussy.
“Tell me you need it. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want the fucking of your life, you little tease.”
“Please… don’t …don’t…”
she wanted to tell him “don’t stop” but the words refused to come out of her mouth, but he knew by the way she rubbed her clit, trying to get off any way she could.
Andrew slapped her hand away
“I’m the only one who touches this cunt, got that?”
With that, he thrust his entire length back into her, hard and deep and she screamed again in both pain and pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhh” Andrew moaned at how hot Jamie was,
“Oh yeah that’s it… you little cock teaser… take it all”.
Vincent stroked his own cock with the same rhythm as Andrew fucked Jamie. As she watched him, she felt almost as though she had both men fucking her at the same time. It was both an incredible turn on and yet she was also nauseated by her own lust. Just then Jamie saw Vincent throw his head back, mouth open, and his cum sprayed in a rope, spurt after spurt, all over his hand and splashing to the floor.
“Andrew, pleeeeease…”
Even though Jamie would not say it, her eyes begged him to fuck her harder, faster. They both knew she was about to have one of the most incredibly explosive orgasms of her life, but he wanted more… he wanted it to be the best fuck she ever had. He varied his thrusts now, first slow and shallow, then hard and fast; he wasn’t just fucking Jamie, he was showing off his cockmanship. He was a very experienced lover, and he was determined to drive her wild with desire… and he was succeeding.
The leather from the couch was soaked with her cunt juices, and she needed to come so badly.
“Open your eyes and look at me Jamie,”
he demanded and she immediately obeyed him.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jamie, I can’t believe I got to fuck this cunt.”
Andrew now gave it his all and pounded relentlessly into the depths of her pussy. He knew she was close, and he was trying to time his own rapidly approaching orgasm with hers. He was so close, and wanted to time it so she didn’t think about the condom, and would not stop him from spewing his seed deep in her cunt.
He felt the tight walls of her pussy contract and her cunt muscles grab hold of his cock like a fist, “That’s it Jamie… Oh yeah baby… that’s it! Cum all over my cock!” Andrew looked at Jamie’s face as her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream.
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