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A Midnight Woman Ch. 6 by atotk A Midnight Woman Part 6 - A continuing saga of
Deanna. Best if you read Parts 1 thru 5 first. Deanna unlocked the door to
Brian's flat and let herself inside, closing and re-locking the heavy door. She
leaned back against the door and stared across the darkened room to the city-lit
sky beyond the window: The amber glow of night-life in a big city. Deanna loved
it. She laid Brian's keys back on the hall table where she had found them and
made her way to the guest room. There, she removed her clothing and then, naked,
she padded quietly back to the living room. She opened a cabinet and pulled out
a bottle of Grand Marnier and a brandy snifter. She poured a full shot into the
glass and put the cork back into the bottle, replacing it into the cabinet.
Deanna lit a cigarette and moved to the pillowed window bench. She sat on the
bench, pulling her knees up to her chest, pressing her sensitive nipples into
her thighs. Her still swollen pussy lips sank into the softness of the bench
pillow. She dragged on her cigarette and then took a large swallow of Marnier
before exhaling the smoke from her lungs. Soon, she would crawl into bed next to
Brian to get some sleep, but first she wanted to think a bit. She thought about
Brian, and she thought of his sweetness and his obvious need for her. She
thought of Anthony and his enthusiasm for sex and the excellent equipment he
brought to the task. She thought of the client she would be meeting with on
Monday and what she would need to make that meeting a success. And then she
thought about herself. She was a bright young woman in her early twenties who
had managed to become a rising-star account executive at a major advertising
agency, thanks mostly to some special skills she possessed that no one at the
agency even knew about. Her boss was constantly amazed at her ability to somehow
'woo' even the most difficult of clients. But whatever she was doing, it was
working, and he began to assign her to some of the agency's top national
accounts. She traveled all over the country, wining and dining and winning over
corporate executives. As she rose in the agency, her salary increased to a very
nice level. But as nice as the salary was, it was small compared to the 'perks'
she earned: some from the company and some on her own. Deanna knew that her
methods were unconventional, to say the least, but she also knew that they
worked, and that was all that mattered to her. Deanna then let her mind wander
to the first time she became aware of the special 'people skills' she possessed.
She was 18 and a senior in high school. She was living alone at home with her
father, while Brian was away at college. It was a cold Midwest winter night, and
her father had brought one of his clients home with him. There had been a
blizzard and the airport had been shut down, and rather than putting the client
up at a hotel, her father had brought him home for a little personal attention,
setting the client up in Brian's empty room for the night. Her father had called
her from the airport to inform her he was bringing the client home, and asking
that she put together a nice meal for them. Deanna had been doing all the
cooking since she was 14, and she understood how important this client was to
her father, so she told him not to worry, that she would take care of
everything. When her father arrived home that night, with Mr. Morris, they were
both pleasantly greeted with the aroma of Chicken Marinara simmering on the
stove. The dining room table had been set with the family's finest silver, china
and crystal. A bottle of excellent Cabernet Sauvignon had been opened to
'breathe' and the martini shaker was ready to go. Deanna walked out of the
kitchen to greet her father and Mr. Morris. She hugged her father and held her
hand out to Mr. Morris, who stared at her a moment before taking her hand. "It's
a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morris. My dad has spoken of you often." "Well, it's
nice to meet you too, Deanna. And please, call me Ted." "Okay, Ted," said the
poised 18 year-old. "Daddy, if you want to shake the martinis, I have the
glasses frosting in the freezer and the chicken is just about ready. You two
just sit down and relax and I will bring everything out in a minute." "Okay,
baby, it smells great. Ted, a martini?" "Absolutely," said the client, watching
a perfect pair of 18 year-old legs in a short pleated cheerleader's skirt walk
away from him. A few minutes later, Deanna walked into the living room where the
men were in a discussion. "Sorry to interrupt, Dad, but the dinner is on the
table. If you gentlemen will get started, I will join you in just a moment. I
came straight home from cheerleading practice, and this heavy sweater is just
too warm, I'm just going to run upstairs and change quickly." "Fine, baby," said
her father, as Ted nodded. Five minutes later, the men were just finishing the
delicious Caesar salads Deanna had prepared when she walked into the dining
room. She had changed into a rather low cut party dress her father had
reluctantly bought her for that winter's prom. "Well, don't you look nice," said
her father with just a hint of surprise accompanying the pride in his voice.
"Thank you, Daddy. I just felt I should look nice for two such handsome and
distinguished gentlemen." Ted looked up from his salad to find Deanna staring
into his eyes. It was a look he did not expect, especially from an 18 year-old.
He squirmed in his seat a little, as he felt the faintest of stirrings in his
groin. "Can I pour you some wine, Mr. Morris, I mean Ted?" she asked. "Yes,
please, Deanna." Deanna picked up the Cabernet and with her back to her father,
she leaned over Ted to pour the wine, allowing him a slight glimpse of her
braless breasts inside the dress. The stirring in Ted's lap increased. Deanna
then poured her father a glass and asked, "May I have some, Dad?" "Of course you
can honey. Any young woman who can put together a meal like this can certainly
have a little wine." Deanna poured herself some wine and then took a seat
opposite Ted, with her father at the head of the table. She served them all a
portion of the chicken and for the next 15 minutes, the room was filled with the
sounds of satisfied diners. "This is delicious, Deanna, where did you learn to
cook like this?" "Well, ever since my Mom died, my brother and I have done most
of the cooking with my Dad working so hard and on the road so much. So, we just
learned by doing." "Well, I'm impressed," Ted said, taking a gulp of wine.
Deanna noticed the bottle was empty and went into the kitchen and opened
another. When she returned, she filled both her father's and Ted's glasses and
even poured herself a little more. The men had become involved in discussing the
business deal that her father was pitching to Ted. Deanna could sense some
resistance on Ted's part. She also knew how important this deal was to her
father, since he relied on commissions for most of their income. "Daddy, why
don't you and Mr. Morris move into the family room and I'll clean up the
dishes." "Good, idea. Ted, shall we?" They both left the table carrying their
wine. Fifteen minutes later, as she was finishing the dishes, her father came
into the kitchen. "Do we have any of that cognac left, Dee?" "Sure, Dad, I'll
get it for you. How's it going in there?" she whispered, conspiratorially. "Not
too good, honey, Ted's a hard nut to crack. I'm not too sure I'm going to close
this deal, but, we'll see." His voice didn't sound very confident to Deanna.
"Well, go get back to work, and I'll bring you some cognac," she said and pushed
her father out the door. Deanna got out two brandy snifters and poured each
about half full of the cognac that her father only brought out for special
occasions. She put each glass into the palms of her hands and swirled the
liquid, allowing her warmth to flow through the glass. She walked into the
family room and handed her father a snifter. Then she turned to Ted and held out
the other cognac. As he reached out to take the glass, the young woman placed it
into his palm while touching his fingertips with her other hand, as if to steady
him. His eyes, slightly bleary from all the martinis and wine, looked up into
Deanna's. "Well, if you will excuse me, Mr. Morris, I have homework to do. I
have made Brian's bed down for you and put towels and a washcloth on the bed for
you, in case you would like to shower. I'll be going to bed after my homework,
Dad." She leaned over and gave her father a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight,
sweetheart." "Goodnight, Deanna," said her father's client.
****
At 11:00, Deanna had just finished her homework and put her pajamas on to go to
bed. There was a knock on her door, and her father came in. "Just wanted to
thank you for tonight, Dee. It was great. You were terrific." He leaned down and
kissed her forehead, pushing her dark bangs aside. "How does it look with Mr.
Morris," she asked. "Well, not too good, but I'll spend some time with him again
in the morning. Maybe I can sway him a little more then. Anyway, don't you
worry, there are other clients out there we'll be all right. Good night,
sweetheart, I love you." "Good night, Daddy." Deanna lay in the darkness for a
long time, just thinking. She hated to see her father work so hard and then come
up empty. He had been working on this account for months, and now it looked like
he would lose it. She just couldn't let that happen. She looked at the clock. It
was now after midnight. She made a decision. Deanna opened her door a crack and
saw no light coming from her father's room. She moved to his door and opened it
slightly. She could hear his rhythmic snoring. The wine would put him into a
pretty deep sleep, she knew. She moved to Brian's room and opened the door. She
peaked in and saw no movement in the bed. Mr. Morris was asleep. She closed the
door and went into the bathroom that adjoined Brian's and her room. The very
bathroom where she had discovered her sexuality, posing nude in front of the
mirror while her older brother watched from the hallway, thinking she didn't
notice. But she had noticed. She had done it on purpose. It had turned her on
and had led to her first orgasm from masturbation. Yes, this bathroom had played
a big role in her sexual life. Now, she was about to take another step in
developing her special skills. She removed her pajamas. She put on a coat of
creamy lipstick. She applied perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and
lightly on the inside of her thighs. She pinched her nipples, causing them to
rise. And then, she opened the door that led into Brian's room. Inside, she
turned and locked the door to the bathroom. She moved silently to the hallway
door and locked that one as well. Then, she moved to the bed. The storm had
passed, and the moon was out and as she looked down at herself, she felt proud
of her body and how it looked. And now, she was about to use it to help her
family. Deanna looked down at Ted, sleeping. On the nightstand she saw a box of
Kleenex with several crumpled lying on the floor. She smiled to herself
wondering if it had been her he had fantasized about as he masturbated, like so
many boys of the senior class did! She quietly pulled the covers down and off of
Ted. He moaned and actually rolled toward her without waking. She gently reached
into the fly of his pajamas and found his flaccid penis. She was familiar with
the condition and with the remedy. She took it into her warm hand and began to
slowly stroke it, watching Ted's eyes for a sign of recognition. He seemed to
smile in his sleep, and then his eyes slowly opened. For a moment, he just lay
there. And then he pulled abruptly away from Deanna. "Deanna, my god, what are
you doing here," he whispered loudly. "I'm here to make a deal with you." "What
are you talking about," he rasped as his eyes took in the unbelievable beauty of
this raven-haired young vixen. "I want you to do this deal with my Dad. And as
an incentive, I am offering to let you make love to me." "Are you crazy? I can't
do that. You're just a child and I'm in your father's house and I'm married.
You've got to get out of here before your father finds you here." Deanna stood
up and spread her legs, allowing Ted a perfect view of her completely bare
pussy. "My god, you're not even mature yet," he said. Deanna laughed a very
mature laugh. "It's called a Brazilian wax, haven't you ever seen one before?"
She sat back down and reached for his fly again. He pulled away again, but not
so far this time. "Well, Ted, here's the deal: You put together this business
arrangement with my father and I will let you make love to me. I will do
anything you want, and as long as you keep renewing the deal with my Dad, I will
continue to take care of you. And no one but us will know. Not my dad, not your
wife, no one. Now, what do you say, Ted? Don't you want to see what it feels
like to fuck a cheerleader?" Her voice was sexy, sultry and very confident. Ted
said nothing, but this time when she moved closer, he didn't back away. Deanna
moved onto her hands and knees on the bed. She crawled up onto Ted's legs,
lowering her now slippery pussy to rub against the tops of his feet, while he
leaned against the headboard. "Is it a deal, Ted. Teddy Bear," she teased. Ted
stared into her eyes for a moment, saying nothing, but Deanna knew she had him
when she saw him slowly lick his lips. He nodded his head up and down. "Good,"
she said, "now lets get you out of these ugly old pajamas. I want to see you."
Deanna pulled his top over his head as Ted just sat there, apparently stunned.
"You can touch me Ted. I want you to touch me. Rub my nipples." Ted tentatively
reached his hands to her breasts and then put her nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers and began to gently twist them. It felt nice to Deanna. "Ummm,
that's nice Ted," she said as she pulled the band of his bottoms and tugged them
down over his legs, exposing a rapidly rising erection. "Oooo, that looks so big
Ted. I want to put that in me somewhere. But where, Ted, where should I put it?
I bet you would like to put it in my mouth, wouldn't you Ted?" Ted nodded.
Deanna lowered her mouth to his straining cock, sticking out her tongue to just
tease the tip. She slowly licked down his erection until she reached his balls.
She licked at them, and then sucked one into her mouth. The groan from Ted was
loud. "Now, Ted," she said lifting her head, "you can moan, but not too loud, or
my Daddy will hear. Now get back to rubbing my breasts, so I can go back to work
on this monster. With that, she put her mouth over the head of his cock and
sucked it into her mouth. She started sliding it into and out of her mouth in
slow sensuous strokes. Ted was flabbergasted at how sexy and talented she was.
He began to massage her breasts with more enthusiasm. Then, as his pole
continued to disappear and re-appear from between Deanna's lips, he moved his
hands further down her body until he was able to reach that crucial bend at the
top of her thighs. His fingers slid over the hairless skin until he felt the wet
warmth of her young pussy lips. "Oh my god," he said, "you feel unbelievable
without hair down there." "Yes, well," said Deanna momentarily removing her head
from his crotch, "just wait until you taste it." She had no idea where these
words were coming from, but she enjoyed hearing them come from her mouth. With
that, she maneuvered him until her legs were straddling his head and she was
looking his cock right in the eye. "Okay, Ted, now I want you to lick me, just
like I am licking you." She lowered her haunches until she felt his chin touch
her clit and his tongue buried into her slit. He began to lick and suck at her
and it felt wonderful as she lowered her head back onto his manhood. After a
couple of moments of mutual sucking, she felt Ted grab her arms and roll her
onto her back. She smiled, knowing what was coming. Ted moved between her legs
in anticipation of fucking this woman/child. But Deanna pushed him away. "Just a
minute," she said and rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom "Where are
you going," panted Ted. "To get some protection, silly, I don't want any babies
right now, and I don't think you do either." "Oh, right," said Ted. He was
feeling pretty much out of control at this point. Deanna went out through the
bathroom door and came back in just a moment. Ted heard her set something down
on the dresser and then he heard the familiar sound of the foil wrapper of a
rubber being torn. Deanna moved back onto the bed and pushed Ted down flat. She
then expertly rolled the condom down over his swollen cock. "Okay," she said,
rolling onto her back, "now I think we are ready. Are you ready, Ted." Ted
didn't answer, except to part her legs and press himself between them. And then,
he began to kiss her. His breath smelled of alcohol. She moved her head to the
side and began to bite his earlobe, avoiding his mouth. She then reached down
between them and guided his condom-covered cock into her juicy young pussy. Ted
began to pump in and out of her. His breathing became erratic and she could feel
his heart racing. And in just a matter of a few short minutes, she felt his middle-
aged back and legs tense and his cock began to fill the condom. It was over
quickly, with Ted collapsing onto her in a sweaty heap, repeating over and over,
"Oh my god, oh my god." Deanna smiled to herself. After a couple of moments, she
said, "That was so good, Ted, you are so good. Let me get up and go to the
bathroom and then I will come back and we can play some more if you like." She
got out of the bed as Ted rolled onto his back staring up at the ceiling, a
satisfied look on his face and a full rubber hanging heavily off the end of his
cock. And then he heard a click and saw a flash. It momentarily blinded him.
When he regained his vision moments later, Deanna was back, this time in her
pajamas. "Now, Ted, that was what is called business insurance. I will now have
a picture of you in a somewhat funny looking pose in my brother's bedroom. I'm
sure you won't want me to share it with anyone, and I won't, so long as you
continue to honor the deal with my Dad. And what's more, Ted, if you continue to
make the deal better for my dad, then I will continue to let you play with me
when you are here in town. I kind of enjoyed this, even though it was a little
short." Deanna chuckled. "Next time, I'll help you make it last longer. In the
meantime, if anything goes wrong with the deal with my dad, then I may just have
to have some copies of the picture made to send to a few people. Get the
picture, Ted?" Deanna had to laugh at the stupid look on his face, but she knew
he understood. She turned and left the room, pulling the bathroom door shut
behind her, and as she did, she thought she heard Ted say, "Fuck me!" She smiled
and went to bed happy. The next morning, much to his surprise, Deanna's father
found Mr. Morris to be very amenable to putting the deal together. As a matter
of fact, it turned out to be one of the best and most profitable deals he had
ever done.
*****
Deanna pressed her cigarette into the ashtray as she finished the last of her
Marnier, smiling at the memory of that first "business" encounter. "Yes," she
thought, "men are so easy to control." She smiled to think she had been
controlling all the men in her life since she was 14. Deanna quietly moved into
the bedroom and crawled into bed next to her softly snoring brother. She pulled
the covers over her naked shoulders. She turned to face Brian and looked at his
handsome face, sleeping so soundly. In many ways he was nave, and she loved that
part of him. She reached her hand down until she felt the velvety soft skin of
his cock. She reached lower and softly cupped his balls into her palm, squeezing
softly. He didn't stir. She smiled and soon fell asleep, holding her brother in
a most intimate way.
End
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