Half way down the hallway, he stopped and motioned for me to stop. From where we stood, I could see into the edge of the living room, but not to the sofa where I expected Austin and Nikki were sitting. The music was playing fairly loudly, but as we stopped, over the music, I heard grunting.
“What the fuck are they doing?” I whispered.
“Shhhh,” he held his index finger to his lip.
As he motioned for me to walk ahead of him with his hand, I slowly walked past him and down the hall another six feet or so. As soon as my view to the living room opened up, I saw them.
Nikki, still wearing her top, was bent over the arm of the sofa, with her face buried in the cushions. She was naked from the waist down, and Austin was behind her, totally naked. One of Austin’s legs was raised over her back and he appeared to be smashing her head into the cushions of the couch with his foot as he fucked her very aggressively from behind.
Holy kinky shit.
Nikki’s a freak.
Slowly, I backed up to where I could no longer see them. I stood for a moment in disbelief of what I had witnessed, and walked down the hallway again quietly. As the room came into view again, Austin was still pounding away as Nikki grunted into the cushions of the couch.
I backed up until I bumped into Michael.
“Holy fuck. Are they really doing that in there?” I whispered as I pointed toward the living room.
Michael grinned, raised his eyebrows, and nodded his head slowly.
As Michael tiptoed toward the kitchen, I paused and attempted to recreate a visual of what I had witnessed. Incapable of much accuracy, I held my finger in the air, motioning for Michael to wait for me. Slowly and quietly, I walked to the opening in the hallway. As I peered around the corner, Austin was still in the same position. This time, Nikki’s face was so far into the cushions it appeared she was headless. The muscles on Austin’s thigh flared as he stomped her head into the couch and buried his cock into what I assumed was her pussy. I watched in awe for five seconds or so, and turned toward Michael who remained standing at the opening into the kitchen.
Squish.
Like a young school girl that had witnessed her best friend making out for the first time, I ran down the hallway toward Michael, giggling.
Squish.
Squish.
Squish.
“Okay, that’s just fucking hot as hell,” I whispered as I walked around Michael.
Michael ran into the kitchen before he spoke, “He’s flat giving it to her, that’s for sure.”
“What is the…did you see his foot?” I asked as I twisted my hips uncomfortably, pressing my right knee behind my left.
Squish.
“Head steppin’,” he whispered.
“Head what?”
“Steppin’. It’s a long story. Kace read about it in some dumb book. She brought up reading about it at dinner a while back and we all talked about it. Then, Dekk said he tried it and Kace loved it. Looks like Austin’s tryin’ it now,” he said quietly as he pulled a bar stool out from the bar.
As he reached for the barstool, I slid my hand into my pants, beneath my panties, and checked my pussy.
Soaked.
“You think you can do it?” I asked as I pulled my hand from my pants, excited at the thought of trying it.
“Oh, I don’t know, probably. I’m pretty limber,” he shrugged as he looked over his left shoulder.
“Well I’m ready to find out,” I sighed as I held my finger up for him to see.
“Well, I ain’t really lookin’ to have Nikki find us fucking in here. Or Austin for that matter,” Michael shrugged.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I tilted my head toward the hallway as I spoke.
“We got to walk by them,” he complained as he rocked back and forth on the stool.
“Do you not want to fuck me?” I asked.
“No, babe. I always want to fuck you,” he responded as he dropped the stool down on all four legs.
I’m so fucking horny I feel sick.
“Well, I’m not going to let them keep us from it. If they’re still fucking, we’ll walk past them. If they’re done, we’ll walk past them. I really don’t care. We’ll just walk past them and smile. All I know is that watching them fuck made me horny as hell, and I’m soaked,” I turned my palms up and stared, waiting for a response.
“You leading the way or am I?” he chuckled as he lowered himself from the stool.
I looked at Michael for a split second, and turned toward the hallway that led past the living room and into the bedroom. I turned back to face Michael and smiled a grin from ear to ear.
He scrunched his brow, stared, and whispered “Well, how we gonna do this?”
I kicked off my flats and smiled. As I took off down the hallway screaming, I realized that being exposed to Michael had brought out the inner child in me.
As I heard him screaming and thundering down the hallway behind me, I further realized that we were meant for each other.
And I loved the fact that in his presence I could be me.
Vivian Simon, Attorney at law.
Child at heart.
CHAPTER XXII - A LIFETIME OF LIFETIMES
VEE. Climbing deep into the bowels of the human mind, determining what causes us to be happy, what causes us to be sad, and understanding why is a task that is not able to be confirmed with any degree of accuracy. It is and has always been a matter of opinion. I don’t particularly care for obtaining an opinion of what makes me happy or why.
I’m always certain when I’m happy, though.
I smile.
Michael’s hand was on the back of my head, his foot was on the base of my skull, and his cock was balls deep in my dripping wet pussy. The groan that escaped my lips sounded like I was being murdered, but inside I was smiling.
A smile that one person had control of.
The person that had had found an extra inch of cock somewhere and shoved it, along with the other ten inches, deep inside of me.
“I love fucking you, Vee. You know why?” he asked as he pressed my face into the comforter with even more force.
“Why?” I groaned into the comforter.
“It sounded like you said why. I’ll assume that’s what you said,” he grunted as he continued to fuck me as if he was on some form of a time limit - racing against the clock to get as many strokes in as he could before the bell rang - ending the fuck-a-thon.
His cock felt like it was in my throat. I don’t know who invented this entire head steppin’ thing, but whoever did was a fucking genius. Maybe it wasn’t for everyone, but for me it was damned sure everything I needed at this moment. I was helpless, and I was so full of cock I felt like I was going to explode. My calves felt as if they were on fire from standing on my tip-toes for the last fifteen minutes while Michael pounded in and out of my pussy.
“Because you know who’s in fucking charge. Now, remind me, who’s in charge, Vee?” he screamed.
“You, Boss,” the sound of my screaming was muffled by the three inch thick comforter that my face was being forced into.
“I like that. Who’s fuckin’ cock is in ya, Vee? Who’s?” he screamed as he pressed his foot against my skull.
“Yours is Boss,” I screamed.
I felt his fingers dig into my scalp as he pounded his massive cock in and out of my swollen pussy. Each stroke filled my body with a tingling sensation that was orgasmic, but not an orgasm. Whatever absolute idiot ever made the statement that size doesn’t matter has obviously never had Mike Ripton’s cock inside of them.
Size does matter.
And right now, as I reached climax for the third time, it was all that mattered.
“Oh my fucking…fuck me god…damn. Michael…I…fucking…ahhhhhh…fuck…I…ahhhh…love you,” I screamed as I felt my pussy clench into what was another mind-blowing orgasm that made my ears ring.
He didn’t slow down. In fact, as I came, his foot pressed harder against my skull. I felt as if
I were being stretched in a wooden rack as his cock stretched its way in and out.
I was in heaven.
A heaven full of thick, hard, throbbing, pierced cocks.
My heaven.
My pussy was so full of cock Michael couldn’t have slipped one of his toothpicks between his cock and my pussy. It throbbed with every stroke. It felt as if it were going to tear open each time he smashed his balls against my throbbing clit. It was actually painful. A tremendous pain I now could not imagine living without. I bit into the fabric of the comforter as he forcefully pounded himself in and out of me and prayed.
God –
Please help me find the common sense to make choices to allow this man to become happy and remain happy, because I never want him to stop fucking me.
Never.
Amen.
I felt his hand release my head. As the pressure from his foot lifted from my head, instead of immediate relief, I felt disappointment. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted him to abuse me, own me, and make sure I knew who was in charge. This sexual position was a prime example of what it was about sex with Michael that I loved.
I felt him slowly pull his cock from inside of me.
No, don’t stop. Step on me some more.
His hands moved to my ribs as he twisted my torso, turning me over onto my back. I blinked my eyes as they adjusted from the darkness of being buried in the comforter for the last thirty minutes. As he crawled on top of me, I felt his weight against my body and immediately became pleased that this wasn’t over.
His right hand grasped my neck as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my swollen pussy. As he began to penetrate me I raised my ass from the bed, allowing him a better angle of entry. He pressed his hips against mine, forcing me onto the bed as he squeezed my neck firmly.
I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of him fucking and choking me at the same time.
“Who’s in charge of this, Vee?” I heard him ask.
Oh God this feels…
So…
Good…
His cock worked in and out of my wet pussy as I began to focus on the feeling of his cock inside of me.
Slap!
I opened my eyes and looked up, shocked. The pain on my cheek wasn’t severe, but the shock of being hit startled me. I blinked my eyes and looked at him in shock. His left hand hovered over my face.
“Who’s in charge?” the intensity of his voice sent chills down my spine.
Slap!
The sting of his hand on my cheek felt hot. I blinked my eyes and rotated my jaw.
Fuck yes. I like that a lot.
Slap me again. Choke me and slap me.
“God damn it Vee,” he raised his hand.
I remained silent and widened my eyes. I wanted to watch.
Do it.
Fucking do it.
His right hand squeezed my neck firmly as his hips worked back and forth. Aggressively, he forced himself inside of me as his left hand raised to the height of his shoulder. I raised my ass from the bed, hoping for a little more depth. Oh God, that’s it. Right….there. I’d found the perfect spot. I gazed down at his stomach muscles as they rippled from the motion of his hips.
And.
I saw the flash.
Slap!
And, like he’d pressed the magic button, I began to feel myself contract. This was going to be it. The orgasm that was going to end it all. I ran my tongue between my cheek and my teeth and closed my eyes.
“You are Boss. You’re…in,” I paused as I felt myself reaching climax.
“Charge,” I breathed as felt a tingle start inside of me.
A life ending orgasm started within me and escaped out every erogenous zone in my body. As he continued to work his way in and out of me, I felt myself explode. My eyes tingled as my eyelids fluttered. Deep inside of my pussy, I felt myself throbbing and tingling. I reached up and pinched my nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Electric shocks zipped through my body from my pussy to my nipples as I pinched them.
“God…”
“Daaaaaamn…”
I opened my eyes and mouth, both of which were currently useless. I was incapable of speech and of seeing anything other than basic shapes and shadows. I blinked my eyes and attempted to focus.
“Please….don’t…”
“Move…” I said as I let go of my nipples and raised my hands.
As I covered my face with my hands, he slowly stopped fucking me. I felt his weight shift on the bed as I lay still and attempted to enjoy every emotion that filled me throughout the absorption of the orgasm that was certainly what I would compare every orgasm in the future to.
I felt him nudging his head between my legs. I opened my eyes to his smiling face as he burrowed between my legs. As the palms of his hands pressed up my thighs, I licked my lips and prepared to do my best to speak.
“Please…just…”
“Who’s in fucking charge?” he growled.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side-to-side.
“You are, Boss.”
“Don’t fucking forget it,” he said sternly.
“Yes, Boss.”
His tongue darted on and off of my clit as his mouth made a humming and vibrating sensation. I buried my hands on his head and held firmly as he licked, sucked, and tortured my pussy with his tongue. I lasted all of about fifteen seconds before I reached climax.
“Holy fuck, Michael, I can’t take it…” I complained as I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly, hoping for some sort of relief.
He looked up, his face covered in my wetness.
“Don’t take it. Cum,Vee. Cum on my face. Fuck my mouth. Wrap your God damned legs around my head and skull fuck me,” he laughed as he buried his face into my crotch.
Immediately, the vibrating, flicking, tongue lashing Lickle started again. His lips, tongue and vocal cords worked me into a frenzy. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his shoulders and lifted my ass from the bed. As he continued to suck and lick my clit, I bucked my hips against his face.
As I began to reach a climax of an entirely new level, I began to scream as I worked my hips against his face.
“Suck that pussy, Boss. Make me…..oh my fucking God…”
“Make…me…”
“Suck it, Boss…”
“Oh hell yes,” I screamed as I opened my eyes and attempted to stare at the ceiling.
Exhausted from my previous two most recent orgasms, I relaxed, collapsed onto the bed in a pile, and shook as I reached climactic bliss. Slowly, I worked my hips upward twice as he continued to force his tongue deep into my pussy. A tingling sensation shot through my entire lower region – from my hips to my pussy and back. I blinked my eyes and looked in his direction - uncertain of what might have happened.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I huffed.
He held up both thumbs and wiggled them in a circle.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned my palms up in wonder.
I watched as he pressed his thumbs into the recessed area beside my hip bones and worked them into a slow soft circle. Immediately, I felt as if I were going to explode.
“Holy…stop…Jesus. What the fuck?” I yelled.
“The hip trick,” he chuckled.
“The hip trick?” I repeated.
“Yep. The hip trick,” he laughed as he pressed his thumbs into my hips and rotated them.
Instantly, I had a mini orgasm.
“Jesus fuck, Michael! Okay, off limits for a few minutes. I can’t fucking think. I can’t anything. Holy fuck. I feel like I’ve been in a car wreck. I need a few minutes. Maybe an hour or so,” I shook my head and did my best to laugh.
As he rolled past my legs and relaxed beside me, he turned to his side and smiled as he wiped his face. Slowly, I slid my hands to my hips and pressed my thumbs into my hips.
Nothing.
I shook my head and turned on my side to face him.
“What are you doing to me?”
I breathed.
“Doing my best to love you, Vee. I don’t want you to ditch me,” he smiled.
“Ditch you? You mean leave you?” I asked.
“Yep,” he responded.
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” I pressed my elbow into the bed, my head in my hand, and kissed him on the lips.
“Not,” I kissed his upper lip.
“Going,” I kissed his upper lip.
“To happen,” I kissed him long and passionately, holding his chin in my free hand as we kissed.
As our lips parted, I looked into his eyes, “I’m here for a lifetime, Ripp.”
“Me too. And I like it when you call me Michael. Kind of,” he smiled.
“Kind of?” I asked.
“Yeah. I guess I like both. But it’s cute when you call me Michael,” he smiled.
“I’m here for a lifetime too, Vivian,” he said as he slapped my ass with his hand.
“Good, it’s settled. And I like it when you call me Vivian. Kind of,” I smiled.
“Kind of?” he asked.
“Yeah, I like both. And I’m here for a lifetime of lifetimes,” I said as I slapped him on the ass with my free hand.
“Speaking of here for a lifetime, you suppose they’re still here?” he asked.
“Who?” I narrowed my gaze and stared, confused.
“Nikki and Austin,” he smiled.
“Holy shit. I forgot about them,” I sat up and grinned.
“Me too,” he chuckled as he sat up and grabbed his shorts from the floor.
“I’m starving and my legs are rubbery,” I said as I attempted to stand.
“Who’s leading the way?” he asked as he zipped his shorts.
I pulled my shorts up, buttoned them, and zipped them. I pulled the dresser drawer open and grabbed a sports bra and tee shirt. After I worked myself into my bra and pulled my shirt over my head, I walked to where Michael stood and held out my hand.
“How about let’s go together, as an us,” I laughed as I held my hand out, waiting for him to hold it in his.
“An us,” he grinned
“Together,” I said.
He reached down, slid his arm behind my legs and picked me up from the floor. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, I sighed. There was more to Michael Ripton than most people would ever know.