Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 295

Unbuttoning my shirt as I stared down at her, the brief respite from contact made me ache to kiss her… to chew on her lips and claim her mouth with my tongue. Fuck… was she forbidding me from doing this on purpose, or was my sister’s concern legitimate? I wouldn’t put it past Natashya to pull something like this. If I wasn’t on such thin ice with Emily at the moment, I’d be more tempted to press my luck, but…

I tore my shirt the rest of the way off and dropped it to the floor. The pants came next, and as soon as those were cleared, the East European beauty jumped me, latching her teeth to my chest and groaning loudly while hanging from my neck. She trailed her lips lower and started sucking on one of my nipples as if it would produce anything for her to drink. I buried my face in her hair, reached over her back, and raked my short fingernails up her spine. God… she smelled earthy and slightly of sweat as if she’d just come back from a run. It made me want to lick every nook and cranny of her gorgeous body.

Shoving her back on the desk, I pressed her shoulders into the wooden surface, eliciting a squeal as I manhandled her. She started to say something again but yelped as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and hauled her toward me until her ass was hanging off the desk. I dropped to my knees and brought my face within inches of her pussy. The outer lips weren’t coated in juices like I’d witnessed most of the time, but as I reached up and peeled them back with my fingers, I saw the beginnings of arousal just inside her inner folds. Strands of fluid clung to her opening, and I could almost taste the scent wafting off her.

Inhaling deeply, I dove between her legs and face-planted in her slit, my tongue immediately seeking refuge deep within her. These were lips I could kiss.

Her fingers clapped on the top of my head, dragging across my scalp as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me harder into her. “Oooohh… fuck… Marcus!”

I feasted on those juicy folds and delved into the depths of Natashya’s cunt, drinking as much of her as I could, and then sought out the little sensitive bud, scrubbing my tongue across it before capturing it between my lips. Then I repeated the process, alternating between all those different moves until I had Natashya groaning, panting, and cursing my name back three generations. She bucked her hips against my face and ground her crotch into my nose so hard that I was briefly worried she might break it.

I ate her out to two screaming orgasms before she couldn’t take anymore, pushing my forehead away from her crotch so she could sit up and slide off the desk to her knees. Understanding what she wanted, I stood up just in time for her to wrap her fingers around my hard cock and swallow half of it in one go, sealing her beautiful lips around its girth. Her tongue glided under the sensitive side of my member as she pulled back, the suction causing her cheeks to cave in as she slowly worked her mouth up my length. Her eyes, closed so far, slowly opened, and she looked up at me with some of the most sensual fuck-me eyes that I’d ever seen. My heart stopped beating in my chest.

As she plunged back down on my cock, rocking her head side to side as she worked my length, I marveled at how lucky I was. She was stunningly beautiful, with exotic features, and every move was perfectly calculated to achieve maximum sexual effect. How many hundreds—if not thousands—of men would have given a testicle for a night with a woman like this? They were all shit out of luck because it was me who ended up with her.

No, I thought, groaning at the feel of the tip of her tongue on my balls as she took my cock in her throat, I’m not the lucky one. That’s Emily.

My sister was the one who would be able to go to bed next to this creature every night. She was the one who would wake up to these beautiful eyes peering up at her as she was eaten out.

And I hated that. I wanted her. At this moment, with her on her knees before me, I wanted Natashya.

Goddamn me for falling for every woman who put my dick in her mouth.

Grasping Natashya by the hair, I growled, “That’s enough,” and hauled her to her feet. My cock slipped from her throat as she stood up, and she sucked in ragged breaths as she leaned into me, her lovely pink nipples pressed into my chest. Her face hovered inches from mine; her lips were coated in her own saliva, and once more, I was tempted to kiss her again as she gulped down oxygen.

Avoiding temptation, I whipped her around and pressed her back to the desk, shoving her face into the wood surface as I stepped up behind her. Keeping my hand pressed into the middle of her back, I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy and shoved with my hips. Our oral ministrations had been so sloppy that my cock slid into her with ease, and I began pistoning in and out of her.

I tried to put thoughts of Danni out of my head… thoughts of what Emily and Bobbi might be talking about. If this was potentially the last time I fucked Natashya, I wanted it to be a good one.

Her ass bounced off my crotch as I jackhammered my dick in and out of her, and I dug my fingers into her prominent ass, enjoying the feel of taut muscle just under a feminine layer of softness. And then I slapped it. The room resounded with the crack of skin against skin as I brought my palm down on her meaty ass cheek.

“Fuck!” Natashya yelped.

Another smack. And then another.

“Fuck! Yes!” she shouted, and I glanced down at her. Her lips were pressed to the desk’s surface, and drool was leaking across it, giving me an idea. Still fucking her, I pulled on her hair, forcing her to arch her back as her body left the desktop. I heard her start to slurp away the excess saliva that had pulled in her mouth as she lay face down and interrupted her, slipping three fingers between her lips.

Her wet tongue slid between my fingers as she sucked on them when she wasn’t huffing and puffing around them. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and immediately began licking them as I continued to slam in and out of her. Natashya looked over her shoulder and broke out into a grin as she watched me lick and suck her saliva off my fingers. “Fuck… that’s hot.”

“I’ll taste as much of you as I can,” I panted as I reached down to palm one of her teardrop-shaped tits in my saliva-slick hand, squeezing and kneading it as I kept a tight rein on her hair. Her back was arched, her ass thrust into the air, and I used her tit almost as a handhold along with her hair to pull her back against me.

“You keep fucking me like this,” she breathed, “And I might just have to leave your sister. She’s not nearly this rough.”

The image of my sister being rough with Natashya entered my mind, and it felt like my upcoming orgasm was suddenly on a truncated timetable. The thought of them grinding against each other… tongues sliding around each other. Emily’s lips sealed around Natashya’s nipples.

“Fuck… you can’t keep…” I started to say through gritted teeth.

“What?” Natashya panted, “You still getting turned on by the thought of Emily?” Despite her desperate fight to keep air in her lungs, I could hear the teasing note in her voice.

“Fuck!” I grated. “No…”

“Liar,” Natashya started to chuckle, which turned into loud breathing as she began to shiver in my grasp. “Oh my god, Marcus… harder! So close!”

I picked up speed, fucking Natashya as hard as I could, crushing her breast in my hand as I drilled her. I was getting close myself, and it was all I could do to stave off the impending climax to make sure she came first. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her shoulder, bit down on her soft skin, and growled.

“Uhhhhhhgggghhh!” she groaned, her fist beating on the desktop as I started to spurt inside her. A split second later, she was carried away in her own climax, letting out another long, loud groan as the wet canal of her pussy constricted around my dick, trying to milk it for all she was worth.

I let go of her hair, and Natashya immediately crashed to the desktop, beating it a few more times with her fist as she shook through the rest of her climax. I collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her back while continuing to slowly work in and out of her as the remainder of my semen emptied inside her.

Eventually, I pulled away from Natashya, turned, and slipped to the floor with my back to the desk as I tried to catch my breath. A moment later, Natashya joined me, reaching between her legs to shovel a fingerful of cream from the fresh pie and making a show of licking it off her fingers and swallowing it.

“Mmmm…” she said. “Fuck, I am going to miss this.”

“You know where to find me if you want more,” I breathed.

“I don’t know how long this will go on,” Natashya said, “but I have a feeling this will not be the last time for us.”

I eyed the dancer skeptically, and she grinned back at me as she reached down to scoop out a little more of the concoction oozing out of her pussy. “Just give it some time,” she said before popping her index finger into her mouth.

I dropped my head back against the desk, already recovering from the high my orgasm gave me. “Damn. I’m sad it’s already over.” I looked back at Natashya. “I’ve missed this.”

Still sucking on her fingers, she studied me thoughtfully and then said, “You know… our time doesn’t technically end till I leave this room.”

We stared at each other silently, and then I said, “We leave in a little over an hour.”

“Is enough time,” she said, slipping to all fours and approaching me. Her breasts hung from her chest, swinging pendulously as she approached me. “I remember it doesn’t take much to get you going again, and I would like my pussy full for the ride out there.”

“What are you waiting for then?” I grinned back at her.

Natashya lowered her head to my lap, taking my softening cock back between those luscious lips of hers as she began sucking me back to full hardness. Me… I simply leaned back and enjoyed a leisurely blowjob before fucking the beautiful stripper one last time.

Friday, 2:03 pm

My hand was raised defensively over my head as I approached the helicopter as if an arm was going to stop the massive propeller from eating whatever the hell it wanted. Its spinning blades were whirling, whipping everything around it into a frenzy with its artificial wind while roaring so loud that I could barely hear myself think. No wonder chopper pilots and passengers wore headgear.

As I neared the cabin door, Jonathan—the bodyguard I’d sent with Erin and Natashya—opened it to let me inside and closed it as soon as I stepped in. It left me in relative silence compared to the chaos outside the door. I’d been in this helicopter a few times already, but how soundproof the aircraft was still startled me.

I wasn’t the first one on the chopper.  Besides three security agents buckled into place in the back of the helicopter, Erin was sitting at the small conference table in the middle of the main cabin, typing on her phone as she sat crisscrossed applesauce in her seat. She looked up from her phone and gave me a sad smile, and I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what she was doing.

“How is she?” I asked as I dropped into the seat next to her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said.

“No,” I pushed back. “Erin, you’re not a wall for me to dive for cover behind whenever things get hard. I did this to her, and I shouldn’t hide from it.”

Erin stared at me in silence for several beats, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Then she glanced back down at her phone and started typing again. “We did this,” she said. “This is just as much my mess as yours. Maybe more. I knew how she was before you met. I misjudged.”

“I’m glad you brought her into my life, Erin,” I said. “I just wish we were both in the same place emotionally. If I never see her again, I’ll be sad, but I don’t regret the time I spent with her, no matter how much it hurt to let her go.”

Erin nodded. “I know. I think this one will take some time to heal, though. Who knows… given enough time, maybe you guys will end up on the same page after all.”

I grunted, sunk further into my seat, and stared at my feet. “I feel like I just lost a close friend. It hurts.”

“Yeah,” Erin said. Then I felt her slender fingers slip into my hand and squeeze it. “Hey, Marcus?” I looked up at her. There was no mischievous grin, playful banter, or glint of lust in those eyes as she stared back at me. Just deep care and concern. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

It was a simple statement, but something about the look in her eyes and the fervor in how she said it… I just… knew. Those words were laced with more than a simple declarative statement. It was a promise, an oath. It was something deeper than a simple employee/employer relationship—although, if I were being honest, this was hardly a simple employee/employer relationship to begin with.

“You can’t know that for sure,” I said.

“Yeah, I can,” she said, a soft smile playing about her lips.

We stared at each other for a long moment, her soft grin daring me to challenge her words while I tried to divine what she meant by that. Finally, I simply asked, “Why?”

Erin opened her mouth to say something, and at that very moment, the helicopter door opened, and Helen entered the helicopter, followed by Bobbi. Erin slipped her hand free of mine before anyone had a chance to notice.

“Oh. Good. We’re not the last ones to arrive,” Helen said, taking a seat opposite Erin. “How are you doing?”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, giving Erin another glance to see she’d returned to her phone to give Danni the emotional support she needed. “I think getting away for the weekend will do me some good.”

Helen gave me a small, closed-lip smile, her blue eyes sparkling as she said, “I’m sure it will, though you might need some time to recover afterward. Erin’s packed all sorts of fun things for the trip.” She glanced over at Bobbi, who was still standing near the door, awkwardly looking around at the seats. She was wearing a simple blouse and a pair of denim pants and had her hair pulled out of her face with a simple hair clip. The collar around her neck stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the outfit. It still displayed ‘Helen’s Little Whore.’

Helen patted the one beside her, and the submissive complied with the unspoken command. “I intend to wring this one completely dry this weekend,” she said as Bobbi sat beside her. She reached up and placed a finger under the younger woman’s chin, directing the submissive to look up at her just in time for their lips to press together in a soft, sensual kiss that went on for several seconds.

When their lips finally parted, she continued, “Mmm… you’ll need all next week to recover, pet. How does that sound?”

Bobbi licked her lips, her eyes searching her mistress’ face intently for several moments before she whispered, “That sounds nice.”

Helen arched a single eyebrow, and the grip on Bobbi’s chin tightened slightly. A sound so soft I almost missed it escaped the submissive’s throat. “That sounds nice,” Bobbi repeated, “Mistress.”

The helicopter door opened, and Helen smiled and wrapped an arm around Bobbi, pulling the young woman’s head into her bosom and kissing the top of her head. “Good girl,” I barely heard the dominant blonde mutter into her pet’s hair.