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A Midnight Woman Ch. 6
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
naïve, 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.
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