Fuuuuuuuck!
I become consumed with lust for this woman. Swelling fast and brutally hard inside of her, my hips involuntarily slam upward. She gives a husky laugh of triumph and praises me, "Just like that, baby."
So I give it to her again... just like that.
Thrusting in and out of her with long, deep strokes.
Sweat pops out on my forehead, and I'm almost dizzy with how much I want to come again inside of her. Macy smells so fucking good too. It's that damn, addictive shampoo I'm smelling because her cheek is pressed to mine and my harsh pants are ruffling her soft, red hair.
"Fuck me with your tongue," Macy murmurs as her fingers drift up into my hair and give a hard jerk.
Groaning because I love a woman that talks dirty, I pull my head back and find her lips with my own. She immediately opens that sweet, wet mouth to me, and I do as she asks. I start to fuck her with my tongue.
We kiss deep and frantically, our teeth scraping against each other. Her tongue is confident... bold... it spars with my own in a fight that neither of us really wants to lose. My hips move faster and faster, creating hellishly sweet friction between my cock and her pussy. Macy moans. I groan.
Feels so fucking incredible.
With a sudden push backward, Macy lifts her lips from mine and says, "Let me down."
What? Fuck no.
I keep pounding into her with a feral snarl.
Her hands come to my shoulders, her legs unlatch from around my hips, and she pushes back at me again.
"Let me down," Macy repeats, this time sternly and with such conviction, I immediately pull my cock out of her and let her slide out of my grasp.
"What's wrong?" I ask hesitantly, almost fearing that she's going to cry rape or something.
Instead, she surprises the shit out of me by grabbing my waist and spinning us both around so the pantry door is now at my back. After giving me a hard push so my shoulder blades ram into the door, she drops to her knees and encircles my dick with her delicate fingers. She looks up at me, blinking through long eyelashes, and smiles. "I want to show you that I most certainly am not a frigid woman."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to suck your cock, Cal," she says simply. "Got a problem with it?"
"Fuck no," I blurt out, flexing my hips so my cock slides through her grasp. Chuckling, she squeezes me maybe a little too hard, but I'm finding that Macy likes to dish out a little pain with her fucking, and it's kind of a turn on.
Macy opens her mouth, her lips swollen from our kissing, and sucks the tip of my cock into her mouth, which is wet from her juices and my semen. She lets her tongue wiggle on the underside, right at the base of the mushroomed head, right at that sweet spot that fucking drives me wild. She sucks me quick like a lollipop, and then pulls her mouth back. I come free with a resounding, "Pop".
When she looks back up at me, for the first time, I see a bit of a serious hint in her eyes. "I know this will be the nicest thing you've ever heard me say about you," she says softly. "But you have one beautiful cock. It might be the nicest I've ever seen."
My lips curve upward as my hands come up to palm her cheeks. "So I'm not a needle dick, huh?"
She shakes her head with a smirk on her face. "Most definitely not."
"You're not frigid either," I feel compelled to say. Because at this moment, I think Macy Carrington may be the hottest, most sexually stimulating woman I've ever been with in my life.
She gives me a nod of acknowledgment, and it's clear that whatever is going on right now in this pantry, we've both agreed to let our snarky insults toward each other rest for a bit.
And suddenly, I'm back in her mouth, and she takes me really fucking deep. I can feel her throat tighten and constrict around the tip of my cock, the woman clearly having absolutely no gag reflex. I'm too long to fit all the way in, but she more than makes up for it with hard jerks and squeezes with her hand around the base of my shaft.
Christ, she's an amazing cocksucker. Perfect, actually. Nice, deep pulls, lovely scraping of teeth at times, and she alternates stroking my cock and balls. My hands grip her head tight, and then I decide to see what she can really do. I start thrusting counter to her moves, making myself go deeper than she's taken me so far, but Macy handles it like a champ. She moans as I fuck her mouth, her fingers starting to stroke that sensitive skin just behind my balls.
And yeah... that right there... not going to last long at all.
"Wait a minute," I pant out as I try to pull her head away from me. She sucks harder, causing my eyes to roll back into my head for a moment. I give in to the sensation briefly, but then give a sharp tug against her hair. "Stop, Macy."
Pulling my hips back, I slip out of her mouth, my cock immediately springing upward... reaching for the sky. "You need to slow down--"
She ignores me and starts licking all around the underside of my dick. My head falls back against the pantry door, and I stare up at the overhead light. That wicked tongue of hers laps at me. Then she takes me in her mouth again, giving a hard, suctioning pull against my flesh.
My eyes involuntarily squeeze shut, but I manage to croak out, "Macy... let me fuck you again. I want you to get off too."
I actually feel her smile against my dick, and then she pulls away. "I've got it covered, baby."
Eyes popping open, I look down at her. Really look down at her, past those beautiful lips that are red and puffy, and right down between her legs.
Where her one hand is buried... and moving.
"Are you fingering yourself?" I ask, astonished, and so goddamned turned on.
She nods and even though her dress is bunched up and covering most of her goods, I can slightly see her fingers rubbing circles over her clit.
"Fuck... fuck," I groan. "Fuck, that's sexy."
With a quick, knowing smile, she leans forward and takes my cock in her mouth again, sucking me in deep. My hands come back up to her head and I resume my thrusting pace, keeping my head tilted to the side so I can watch her masturbating.
Without a doubt... Macy is a freak sexually, and that is exactly the type of woman that gets my motor revving.
Macy rubs furiously against herself and I fuck her mouth, admiring her more and more as she lets me down into her throat. This is the Best. Head. Ever.
Vibrations start buzzing all around my cock, and I realize that Macy is moaning.
I realize... Macy is coming, and I can feel it while she sucks my cock.
Thrusting just a bit faster into her mouth, I feel my own muscles in my lower back start to contract. I'm so fucking close and yet... I don't want this to end. I wonder if she can get herself off again before I blow.
I try to slow the pace down, but Macy isn't having any of his. She starts bobbing her head faster, creating a furious friction against my dick, her hand still stroking and squeezing me hard around the base. I actually jerk hard against her, lodging a bit deeper into her mouth when I feel her other hand come up and start massaging my balls.
Nope. She's not going to keep playing with herself, preferring to give me her mouth, tongue, teeth, and both hands.
She moves against me faster.
Her fingers on my balls are slick with our combined juices and she skims them backward across that deliciously sensitive skin. She keeps going, right toward my ass, and I groan when I feel her tentatively push a tip to my tight hole.
"Don't," I groan, my ass cheeks clenching. I've never had that done before, and why I'm telling her "don't" is beyond me, because the idea of it's thrilling.
She insistently pushes against me, giving a little sob of frustration against my dick. That's all it takes for me to spread my legs as wide as they can go with my shorts around my thighs and relax my ass muscles.
I get a moan of approval, and she slips a wet finger into my ass.
Holy fuck.
That's--
That's--
I can't describe--
She crooks her finger and starts rubbing it against something
inside of me. My hips jerk hard and my ass cheeks squeeze reflexively, this time trying to draw her deeper into me.
My orgasm immediately starts firing up and I actually stop thrusting against her, so intent on focusing on this new feeling of whatever the hell she's doing to the inside of my ass. Macy doesn't let up on me though, merely taking over and starting to bob fast against me, sucking hard... sucking deep. Stroking, stroking, stroking her finger inside my ass.
And then I'm coming so hard, I actually cry out in an almost painful release. Macy answers by pressing hard inside my rectum, and fuck... I actually orgasm again... I think... I'm not sure, but another wave of release speeds through me while she continues to suck every drop I give her down.
My knees start to buckle, and I reach a blind hand out to grasp onto a shelf to my left for support.
I realize my chest is heaving, and tingles of pleasure are igniting all over my body. My cock jerks in Macy's mouth, and I actually groan in disappointment when she pulls her finger from me.
Then she pulls her head back and my cock... which is limp and lifeless right now... slips out of her mouth.
I'm utterly exhausted and spent. I want to sink to the floor right now and go to sleep for a thousand years. If I had the strength, I'd give Macy a pat on the head and tell her that's the best fucking sex I've ever had, but I don't think I can move my arms.
Macy, on the other hand, seems rejuvenated. She springs to her feet and gives me an amused smile.
"So we're in final agreement... I'm not frigid, right?" she asks sweetly.
I can only nod at her dumbly.
She leans in and grazes her lips over my cheek. Damn, her shampoo smells good, and I want to turn my face and bury it in her hair. But she pulls back swiftly and says, "That was fun, Cal. I don't do repeats, but I think I might just make an exception for you. If you want to hook up some time in the future, just give me a call."
I can't even really process what she's saying, because I think I still have mini-orgasms running through my body. I just nod at her, and she chuckles.
Placing her hands on my hips, she gently pushes me to the side. I lean over, pull my shorts up, and take an awkward step to the left.
This allows Macy to open the pantry door and walk out, never even giving me a backward glance.
Chapter 5
From the Diary of Macy Carrington:
Dear Diary,
My old cathartic friend.
I've ignored you for a few weeks but today was a good day, and although you've usually taken the brunt of my pain, I thought I'd share with you some happy tidings. But first, let me make a vow right now that I'll try to write in you more frequently. I know we were introduced by my former shrink, who was a good man and sadly, who I can't see any more since I crossed a boundary and fucked him, but I will always be grateful he suggested I start journaling in an effort to release all the poison inside of me. While my mental soundness is always in question, there is no doubt that I've been feeling more in control of myself since I started writing in you just shy of six months ago.
So, on to my glorious day!
Aaron's birthday party was amazing. Everything turned out perfectly today, except for some substandard caviar, but I've learned that I can't let little things like that stress me out. We know what happens when I get stressed. Some people drink and other people will cut to mask their pain, but I'm the type of person that will fuck a stranger in a heartbeat just to make myself feel good.
The weird thing is that I did get a little anxious about the caviar, but I didn't feel overwhelmed with the need to bounce some random dick. Instead, I ended up taking my frustration out on a friend. Well, he's not really a friend, more of a friendly acquaintance, who I enjoy some good verbal sparring with from time to time. And man, oh man, Diary... did we really let the insults fly today on one another.
But oddly, none of it really penetrated my thin skin.
I didn't feel threatened or belittled.
I didn't feel like I needed to prove myself.
Most importantly, I didn't feel invisible. He could really see me.
Rather than take it personally, I enjoyed myself, and here is where I'll die of embarrassment if anyone ever reads this diary.
It really turned me on.
I call him Saint Cal because he always projects a holier-than-thou attitude around me. I'll admit... he's fucking beautiful. Tall, well built, with dark blond hair that he wears short on the sides with longer spikes on top that point in about a million different directions. I sometimes feel like he looks down on me for being well... you know... the way I am. Had I not found out differently, I'd almost swear the man was a virgin by the stiff way in which he holds himself around me when I let some sexual innuendos fly.
However, I found that to be a complete falsehood.
After I goaded him by calling him a needle dick, which I only did because he said I was frigid, Saint Cal turned very naughty and pressed my hand to his cock.
And oh my God... his cock.
It's massive.
Let me memorialize it because I didn't have my phone on me so I could take a picture.
Beautifully long... eight, maybe nine inches. One of the bigger ones in my experience.
Not just long, but thick.
Thick enough to really sting.
He's well groomed... trimmed and shaved to fashionable perfection.
He's silky soft on the outside, hard as a rock on the inside. When he's erect, it turns a lovely shade of deep rose, with just a hint of angry purple that sort of proclaims he's the type that likes to fuck hard. It has a gently flared head that was a joy to suck on, and he tasted delicious when he came in my mouth. Like strawberries and cream.
I know that sounds like I'm romanticizing this a bit, but honestly, what happened today in the kitchen pantry with Saint Cal has left me equal parts smitten and bewildered.
Not smitten of the heart, but of the body. I offered him a repeat.
Me... Macy Carrington... offered myself up to him for a second time.
Shocking, right?
I wonder what's wrong with me? I mean... something is clearly wrong, because yes, the sex was amazing. I'll go ahead and admit, probably the best ever, and Diary, you know me... I've had a lot of sex in my life. But Cal and I don't like each other. We barely tolerate one another's presence. And yet... as I sit here and pour out my thoughts and try to make sense of it, I know that once I close your pages tonight, I'm going to think about what we did and probably rename my vibrator Saint Cal.
I just giggled over that, and how many times in the past six months have I ever giggled?
ZERO!
Okay, it's getting late and I have to get up early tomorrow for my shift at The Faith Mission. Lots to do!!!
Thanks for listening, Diary old pal.
Love,
Macy
PS... Mac loved the party. She knows exactly why I did it. She knows it was a ridiculous presentation of my wealth and a complete waste of money and time for a one-year-old baby, but she supported me doing it all the same. Before she and Matt left, she hugged me hard, looked me in the eye, and said, "I hope this helped you find some peace."
I told her it did.
It helped a lot.
Chapter 6
"I need your signature before you leave, Cal," my secretary, Janis, calls out to me as I make my way past her office.
Halting mid-step, I give a quick glance down at my watch and huff out a frustrated sigh. Running so fucking late.
Turning quickly, I step into Janis' office and my ever-efficient secretary hands me a document and pen. I don't bother reading it because I trust her work. She's been with me for almost nine years now, and she definitely makes my life easier.
"Don't forget you have an early breakfast meeting tomorrow with Judge Harkins," Janis says.
I nod, scrawl my signature, and thrust the document back at her. "Got it. And will you make sure to follow up on those bank records we subpoenaed last week in the Fremont
case? I know those fuckers are holding out on us."
Janis doesn't even blink an eye at my foul language. She's seen and heard it all. "Not a problem. And Mac asked me to remind you to stop by her office before you left."
"Damn," I mutter as I give her an apologetic smile and pull my phone out of my pocket. I shoot a quick text off to Camille.
I'm running late. About half an hour.
"See you tomorrow," I tell Janis as I leave her office and shove my phone back in my jacket breast pocket.
I half trot, half quick walk down the hall to Mac's office. I'm already late and I'm already going to be on the receiving end of Camille's ire, so I'm not sure why I'm hurrying now.
Just as I step into Mac's office, my phone gives a chime and I know it's a text from Camille. I can almost feel the weight of condemnation in it, so I just ignore it.
"What's up?" I ask as I move toward her desk.
Mac looks up from a legal periodical she's reading with a smile on her face. "Thanks for stopping by. I could use your help on something."
Doesn't matter that I'm late to meet Camille. Doesn't matter she'll chew me out for it, because now I'll probably be later than half an hour.
This is Mac asking for my help, and I don't say "no" to this woman. That's because when I've asked her for help, she's never said "no" to me. Our friendship and business partnership is tight. I mean, really fucking tight. We both took a major risk walking away from well-paying jobs to start our firm together, and we've stuck it out together through good times and bad. That makes a bond as close to familial as you can get.
"Sure," I say as I plop down in one of her chairs, setting my briefcase on the carpet. "What do you have?"
Mac leans to the side of her desk, opening up a drawer and pulling a folder out. She hands it across to me. "I've had to draft up a trust assignment for Macy to make a recurring charitable donation. I've never done one before, and you know I pretty much suck at contracts, so I was wondering if you could review it for me."
I snort as I take the folder from her. "Recurring donation? It's a media ploy, right? Something insanely generous that's guaranteed to land her on the front page of The New York Times."
"That's so not Macy," Mac says with censure.
I cock a serious eyebrow at her, and while I don't want to fight with Mac about anything, all of a sudden I feel the need to bash on Macy a bit. I think it might have something to do with the extreme sexual frustration I've been feeling the past several days since my fuck session with her in the kitchen pantry.