We fucked for the first time right there in the kitchen, the storm venting its energy in flickering blue flashes and rushing swaths of sound. Between us, though, everything became still and pronounced, to the point where I felt that I could hear Natasha's slightest breaths, or even her quickening heart.
"Get naked for me, Natasha," I whispered.
I’m sure I had some mental picture of what would come next. She would step back and look into my eyes as she lowered her shorts and panties to the ground — that's what any of my early girlfriends would have done. A groping embrace would follow, leading to hisses and moans of pleasure. All very standard stuff, because standard stuff was all I had experienced up to that point in my life. The power of pausing was unknown to me. I didn’t understand how the trajectory of a sexual interlude could be diverted, molded, our potent desires intensified until fucking became more like a form of liquid art.
I got my first taste of these possibilities from a certain look in Natasha's eye. She did step back as I'd predicted, but her expression was altogether startling. Given the green light (inside of herself?) to become my lover, you could actually see the hesitations all fall away, and in their place emerged the demeanor of a woman who was daring and adventurous and completely confident in the abilities of her body. And a performer — my God was that woman a performer at heart!
She stood there facing me, her feet together with her back arched just slightly, enough that her divine breasts thrust out high and proud. A mischievous smile was all the movement that preceded her sudden leap onto the kitchen counter. I was so stunned by her action — I mean, she was up there with the quickness and ease of a Hollywood stunt performer on wires — that I had no idea what to do in response, and so could only stare. My eyes made the trek from her feet, planted to either side of the sink, up past the sculpted calves and toned thighs, then farther on to the tight shorts that covered the region that would be my ultimate destination this night.
When I opened my mouth to speak, just the slightest wave of her finger signaled that I should remain silent, and watch. By the light of that single candle flickering upon the countertop, Natasha began to sway, her hands teasing her smooth flesh. They started at the back of her head, curling around her shoulders to her collarbones. Every muscle on her toned abdomen seemed to come to life, the candle’s warm glow throwing the terrain of her taut flesh into orange highlight and deep blue shadow. Her hands tumbled down to heft her big, firm breasts, throwing odd shadows across their pliable curves. She used every part of her hands — the backs, the palms, the fingertips and even her knuckles, to caress and pinch and press and knead those magnificent mountains of flesh, her hips swaying and dipping, her entire body bending and twisting with exquisite grace.
There is no way to adequately describe the beauty of this dance, the degree of sensual language contained in this wholly unexpected countertop strip-tease performed by a woman whose every physical attribute heated my young hormones to the boiling point. With that candle throwing the distorted shadow of Natasha's perfect body onto the kitchen ceiling, I was being drawn into a new world of erotic atmosphere, a world where I was being offered more than I'd even known to wish for.
She never stopped swaying, never stopped playing with her breasts as one of her hands traced a line down to the clasp of her shorts. Somehow she used these gyrating movements to her advantage, gravity coupling with her gyrations to bring her wet shorts down her thighs, slowly, almost tortuously. Long before they reached her knees, I could see that she was not wearing any panties. I stared at that perfect trimmed thatch of delicate dark hairs and she flashed me a naughty smile, then kicked her discarded shorts to the kitchen floor.
The light from the candle was not bright, but I didn't need much light to dink in the flawless details of this woman's body. And I do mean flawless — if suddenly given some miraculous power to adjust or reshape her form to further suit my tastes, there wasn't one thing about her that I would change, she was that beautiful. She had this incredible balance in her body, a perfect mixing of hardness and softness all working together under her skin. Her muscles were pronounced and had this way of rippling when she moved, but her body retained a feeling of aerodynamic design, her physique honed and hardened through constant movement, her body retaining a quality of vitality and motion in its very structure.
Even her tits — voluminous, thrusting, proud — had this quality of vitality about them. They aimed outward, not downward, and it occurred to me that the incredible development evident in Natasha's upper body — her toned shoulders, her strong back, and probably her pectorals under all of that tit-flesh — were all partly responsible for the way her huge tits thrust out from her torso so dramatically. In every conceivable way, the woman's body was simultaneously breath- taking and cock-stiffening, the kind of body that could change a man's life. And did.
I was about to say something to her, but Natasha held a finger meaningfully to her lips, silencing me once again. This idea of withholding speech during lovemaking was completely new to me, and I wondered how much longer we would remain silent. Then, using that same finger to beckon me forward, Natasha directed me into approaching and standing right in front of the sink, directly underneath her. Standing close, my head was right at the level of her glistening pussy, and I swear I could feel its heat radiating out towards me. I looked up, surveying the smooth, taut flesh of her waist and the twin shapes of her breasts above me, and I think it was then that I surrendered to her. What I mean is that I came to terms with my relative inexperience in this situation, realizing that she had ideas of what to do that I might learn from. I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around her legs and bury my face in her pussy, bringing her down to the floor to fuck her — but I could tell that she had so much more planned for us, and I completely surrendered to her higher perspective upon the possibilities that lay ahead. I tried to let her know with my eyes that I awaited further instructions, never forgetting the likely presence of the red crystal in the house. If found, our roles would later be flipped in spades.
Down with your underwear, her hand gestured, and I stepped out of my briefs faster than you'd believe.
"Oh," her breath caught, when she saw my dick straining forward. I looked down at it too, proud of my tool. It looked larger than ever, the depth of my desire for this woman filling my cock to its absolute full capacity. When I looked back up, there was an animal hunger in Natasha's eyes that was almost frightening. The three girls I'd slept with before had all looked a little shy the first time we'd been naked together, plus they'd all looked kind of shocked and scared by the size of my penis. What Natasha displayed was something that was the opposite of fear. Her eyes were big but it was more like she was using them to take my cock inside of her already, and some slight expansion in her stance projected an attitude of strength and daring.
She beckoned me to step back a pace, and I'd barely set my feet when she suddenly leaped forward, her legs spread wide, her thighs landing on my shoulders. I was completely caught off guard and staggered back, and might have been propelled into crashing into her kitchen table if she hadn't wrapped her legs around my back and used her own weight as a counter-balance, helping me to find my equilibrium. Before I even knew it, I was standing there fairly solidly with the pussy of the woman of my dreams right in front of my chin.
Damn, even the woman's open pussy looked more graceful and elegant than any I'd ever seen, and it was very, very wet and very, very fragrant. She squirmed on my shoulders and I somehow knew to cup her ass with my forearms and support her lower back with my hands, and she immediately leaned back and raised her pelvis, which had the effect of offering her blazing hot pussy to my waiting mouth. I could barely believe that Natasha was attached to me in such a dramatic position — even with my hands beneath the small of her back, she must be using abdominal muscles that most women wouldn't even know they had — but her body actually felt relaxed and stable. Not missing a beat, I took my very first swipe at the folds of her labia with my tongue.
"Oh, God, Brian!" she yelled. "Oh, yes!"
Oh yes indeed, and the silence was broken. I had never been so skillfully presented with such an open target before — in fact, my knowledge of a woman's private anatomy was a bit sketchy at that time — but I knew enough to feel confident that I could make this woman cry out my name again and again, thanks to her unnatural hypnotic heat. I teased her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue, circling around and around and then dabbing at it. Natasha's thighs began to tremble on my shoulders, and I actually began to worry that she was going to come too quickly. I eased off for a few seconds, flicking at her clitoris more gently, developing a new rhythm.
Her trembling softened but she was still moaning, and I began to get off on the knowledge that I could do any damned thing that I wanted at that moment. I had surrendered to her just a few moments before, but with my tongue on her pussy she already might as well be my love- slave. I was certain that our lovemaking would not end even if I delivered her quickly, and so I went for it, flicking her clit more rapidly, feathering it as she’d described in her diary.
"Ohhhhh..." she gasped.
My tongue plunged inside of her, my upper lip flattening around her clit.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh, God..."
And then I brought my tongue out again, swiped at her clit, and began a steady rhythm of penetration/clit-licks, giving her more vigorous attention on each out-stroke. Her thighs started to shake and I just went faster, in-out-up-wiggle-down, in-out-up-wiggle-down. It was the best move I had with my tongue, the move that always seemed to settle the score when a girl was on the edge but couldn't quite get there for some reason. When Natasha's thighs clamped tight around my head and I heard a muffled scream through the pressure of her trembling flesh, I knew that she, too, had been delivered. I drank her in and kept my tongue active and again I heard her voice rise, her body quaking.
What happened next is difficult to describe, because I couldn't see much of anything at the beginning. After having at least two orgasms, she folded her body over me somehow, so that I had her belly in my face and her tits on the back of my neck. It was a hug, I guess, or maybe just a position where she could regain her composure after coming so forcefully. I could feel her heart beating at the back of my head, very rapidly at first but then gradually easing down.
After a bit of time, she whispered for me to bend my knees down and I complied, arriving in a squatting position of sorts. When her feet touched the floor she moved her weight against me, which forced me to roll onto my back, and once on the floor I relaxed, because she seemed to have a game plan in mind and I already knew that I loved her style.
And so, lying flat on my back, I watched, mesmerized, as she hovered above me spider-like, all spread out on her hands and feet with the middle of her body so low that her big firm tits brushed all over me. She swayed up and down and all around — what she was doing, with her legs spread so wide and her back arched the way it was, was amazingly athletic, but there didn't seem to be any strain or tension in her body. It occurred to me that she was replaying, in a way, the movements of my tongue on her clitoris from a few moments before, but she was stimulating me on a different scale, with my entire body being teased by her hanging boobs.
Every now and then her tits would make their way up to my face, and I'd lick at or suckle an offered nipple, only to have it withdrawn to rub a moist trail down my chest and abdomen to my pulsing cock and all the way down my legs to my feet. And when her breasts returned to my towering cock and I felt and saw all of my meat being surrounded, right in the middle of those two enormous udders, Natasha purposefully used one of her hands to bring moisture from her pussy to my cock, and once I was sufficiently covered with her slippery liquid, she began to wiggle her whole body, turning her hanging boobs into two wobbling fuck-tools. I sucked in breath, the sight and feeling of my dick being vibrated from all sides by her huge breasts almost more than I could take. I grunted as I felt my balls respond, and it was only a few more seconds before my ass tightened and I lost it, spurting into the deep valley between those two wobbling mountains of flesh.
She curled into me shortly afterwards, laying her head next to mine. Her breasts were compressed against my chest and I could feel our hearts beating rapidly together. Lying there in the near-darkness on the kitchen floor, I listened to the heavy rain outside and the rumble of the thunder coming from farther away. I became very aware of the scent of Natasha's cheek, and the way that her breathing was closely following the rhythm of my own. All of my senses felt oddly awakened, as though the storm outside and the sex inside had blown right through me, completely clarifying what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
"You can't tell anybody what we just did," she eventually whispered. Her voice conveyed a vulnerability that was at odds with the strength and confidence that had informed her lovemaking.
"I don't remember doing anything," I quipped.
She pushed her upper-body up with her arms, her magnificent breasts extending outward again. "I'm serious, Brian. You can't tell a soul — not your mother, not your best friend, not your girlfriend. I need to know that."
I was determined to be in a position soon where I could do any damn thing I wanted, but I had no problem with this request. Natasha undoubtedly had her reasons— divorce negotiations, the new neighbors, maybe even her acquaintanceship with my mother The thing was, I probably wanted to keep this underground even more than she did. "I won't tell anyone, Natasha. I swear."
"But... you might feel that you need to confess to Cindy... or you might want to... brag sometime. You know, that you made love to the big-tit yoga hottie that you used to baby-sit for."
"It won't happen," I repeated. "It will be our secret."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
She pushed herself up onto her knees then, and reached out to stroke my flaccid dick with both hands. "Good. Then we can do it again."
With her entire bedroom under plastic, Natasha led me to Josh's room and we fucked on his narrow bed. Our second go at each other that night was more straightforward, although “straightforward” doesn’t really apply to a woman whose actions and attraction were not entirely under her control. Natasha brought in several candles and placed them on Josh's little dresser, the light sufficient to bathe the room and her marvelous body in a soft, warm glow. Climbing onto the bed with me, she sucked the head of my cock until I was hard as a rock again, and then lay on her back with her legs spread wide up into the air. I shoved my way inside, missionary-style, and Oh Christ, did her pussy feel great! I had no idea what a woman’s pussy would be like after she’d had a child, and was surprised that it was just as tight and enveloping as Cindy's. But with Natasha's athleticism allowing her to spread and hold her legs so wide, I felt like I was buried deeper inside of her than I'd ever been in anyone.
I stroked myself in and out very slowly at first, savoring every bit of our contact, and soon realized that it was easy to suck on her nipples at the same time, because her tits were so big and malleable. At a certain point, in fact, I think I became more interested in playing with her tits in various ways than fucking her. For a while there it was as though the pumping of my cock went on autopilot while all of my attention was being taken by those two massive mounds of creamy flesh. Perhaps Natasha could feel this, because she took control of our fucking by raising herself up at the waist and then directing me to reposition my legs. With one firm push of her hand, she was the one on top, and then she went to work.
There can't be all that many women in the world able to fuck a man like she did then. With her legs spread so far out to her sides that everything was in one neat line, she used her powerful thighs and calves to bring her body up and down my pole at tremendous speed. I watched, probably with my eyes bugging out, as she massaged her tits with one hand and played with her clit with the other, all the while bouncing up and down my towering rod so fast and hard that I thought the bed might break.
"Oh yes, Brian, oh yes, Brian!" she panted, although I wasn't doing a damned thing. "Oh God yes, Brian!" She leaned away from me, her back arched so far that her hair brushed along my knees, and still she pistoned up and down with unbelievable speed. I wondered whether the rigidity of my cock inside of her was the only thing keeping her body from toppling backwards, or whether her legs and abdomen were so strong that she could resist the pull of gravity, even while moving so energetically, just by tensing certain muscles.
And then she came. She came before me and I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked in that moment of searing climax. With her head thrown back as though appealing to a higher power, her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened into something halfway between a broad smile and a blissful grimace. The cords of her neck were pronounced and all of the flesh from her glorious boobs up to her hairline was flushed red. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock and the hot wetness inside got a whole lot wetter.
Then her body ceased moving so completely that she seemed to be in a state of suspended animation for at least ten seconds. When her head fell forward and she peeked at me through the curtain of her disheveled hair, I knew I was in for it. There was a certain devilish look in her eye, a look of knowing and determination. Her body started to move again, slowly. Resting her hands to either side of my waist, she bent forward and began to use her legs to rock her body from side to side. Her pussy dipped down, engulfing me entirely, and then I was carried with her to the side, and just when I thought my cock might slip out of her, she used some kind of vaginal muscles to clamp onto the head of my penis, and then I was brought in the opposite direction, going deep inside of her again. It was like my dick was being taken on some kind of vaginal carnival ride, and the metaphor held true as she began to increase her speed, adding a forward and back direction to the journey. Around and around my cock went in a counter-clockwise oval, going inside and out faster and faster. It was mostly Natasha's lower body that was moving, but that was enough to cause her tits to swing in intoxicating circles, too. The expression on her face was one of deep concentration and pure joy. The expression on my face was probably one of awe, awe at what she could do to me with her body and awe at the forces that were gathering towards my explosion.
I groaned or screamed or made some other loud sound as she cranked her movements into another gear, circling her dick-embedded pelvis at a speed that I would never have thought possible. And then I came, and I mean I came hard, the orgasm almost being ripped out of me. I shot my load deep inside of her and I just kept on shooting. It was an orgasm unlike anything I'd known.
I had all kinds of questions swimming around in my head as we spooned into each other on the little bed. Were we done, or just recharging our batteries? Could I stay the night? Could I come back tomorrow and do this again? Had I witnessed only a fraction of her ability to perform acrobatisex, or was there more to come?
“Brian,” she whispered, perhaps sensing my hopes. “I don’t want you to… expect too much. About us, I mean.”
Fuck.
“This has been wonderful,” she continued. “But I’m… conflicted these days. I think I need some time to…”
Blah blah blah. Here it was, reality settling in after she had gotten her girl rocks off, her orgasms perhaps even breaking the spell I’d put her under. I knew the territory of the hesitations and fears coming out of her mouth from the pages of her diary. I needed that crystal. I’d gotten a taste of Natasha’s body and her superdrive sexual athleticism, and I was not about to surrender without a fight. Maybe Anton the Magician had lost her somehow, but that didn’t mean…
Wait. Whoa! The realization hit me so hard that my entire body jumped.
“What is it?” she asked.
Anton. Anton! The magician’s name was Anton! It all came together in a flash. I’d read the name under his picture in the photo album, and said it out loud. That was when her voice and posture changed, and she wanted to show me the crystal. And she couldn’t recall the name, or say it. Because it was her trigger word, implanted years ago and still active?
“Brian? What is it? Are you… crying?”
About to cry tears of joy. My heart was pounding and my body literally trembled from the feelings of hope and anticipation. Funny, how she thought it was from being crushed by her words. Well, fuck her words, or her ideas about where we were or weren’t supposed to go together.
“I’m okay, Natasha,” I answered her. “I was just thinking about the man who used to hypnotized you.”
“Oh.”
“Wasn’t his name… Anton?”
Pressed up against her as I was, I could feel the tremor go right through her body. She disengaged from me, sitting on the edge of the bed. In measured tones, she said the words I’d been dying to hear: “I’ll show you.”
Yes! Her movements were in no way zombie-like as she set about her task. I followed behind, trying to understand how she could focus as she did in her state of absent presence. She padded naked to the bedroom first, but that was only to get a flashlight, because the power was still out in the neighborhood. Next, she went into the living room, pulling the bottom drawer of the cabinet entirely from its slot, resting it on the floor. The key was duct-taped to the back of the drawer, possibly to keep her ex-husband from stumbling across it while the piece of furniture sat at his house. I never would have found it by myself.
My legs trembled with excitement as she went through her motions, and I was hard again, so wonderfully joyously hard. Moments later, Natasha stood in front of me, holding out the crystal for my inspection. I took it from her hand, elated, but also a little weirded out. The strange red thing sparkled far too much, given the lack of light in the room. Also, I’d thought about this moment so many times, and had devised a whole itinerary of commands that I wanted to give Natasha. But some things from this very night had given me different ideas, maybe even better ideas, and I needed to think.
I’d intended to turn her lust for me to full volume, and that still seemed like an excellent idea. But I hadn’t understood how inspired Natasha could be as a lover, and how adventurous. Several times she had alluded to a sense of danger as being like an aphrodisiac for her, and I liked the idea of Natasha’s libido running wild. I wanted her under my thumb, but not leashed, because she might know things to do that I couldn’t even dream up.
She stood there, somehow outside of time, while I tweaked things in my mind. When I spoke to her, I did so slowly and clearly, making sure that all was understood.
“You are madly in love with me, Natasha.”
“I… I…”
“You love me deeply.”
“I… love you…”
“You love my body and you love my cock. Thinking about me excites you. Seeing me makes you want to fuck me. You want to fuck me. You love to fuck me.”
“I… want… to fuck you.”
“You have to touch me, and touch my cock. Touching my cock makes you incredibly excited.”
“Yesss…”
“My cock excites you.”
“I… love your cock. It… excites me.”
“You want to have sex with me. You want to have sex with me as often as possible.”
“Yesss…”
“It drives you wild when I stare at you, my eyes hungry. It drives you wild when I touch your tits, or kiss your legs. You long for my touch. You dream about my touch.”
“I… long for you…”
“You will not achieve an orgasm, ever, unless you are with me, or are fantasizing about me.”
“I… no…”
“Yes. Only me, Natasha, You can only have an orgasm with me or about me.”
“Only… you…”
“When I am too busy to have sex with you, or when I am away, you can masturbate while thinking about me, and these fantasies will make you want to fuck me even more, and pleasure me more. Sex is meaningless unless it is with me or about me, and you must have sex with me often. You will fuck me, you will blow me, you will share all of your sexual talents with me. You can do incredible things with your body, Natasha, and you will want to show me, you will want me to experience what you can do. Giving me the best of your abilities excites you, and you will have sex with me in the ways that excite you the most.”
“All… of my talents… only for you…”
I paused then, double-checking what I’d said, and making sure of what I wanted to add. “You will never tell another soul about us. You will be truthful with me, always, unless we are with others and being truthful would harm me or harm us or this arrangement in some way.”
“Truthful…”
“You want me to stay the night tonight.”
“Stay…”
“You will want to give me this red crystal before I leave in the morning. You will feel that I can be trusted with it, and that I should safeguard it for you.”
“No…”
“Yes. You will give me the crystal in the morning for safekeeping. You want me to have the crystal. You trust me and you trust me with the crystal.”
“T…t…trust…”
“Now, say ‘yes’ if you have heard all of these instructions, and will comply.”
“Yesss.”
“You will put everything back in place now, and when you are finished, you will get back in your son’s bed with me, and only when I say your name will you come out of this state, complying with these commands but consciously remembering none of these actions or words.”
My sense of anticipation and power was experienced primarily in my dick. When she slipped back into bed with me and adjusted her body to mine under the covers, my cock was so hard that I thought it might drill a new hole in her body. I wanted to see how far this could go, and pulled the covers off of Natasha. For several minutes I ran my hands over every inch of her body, playing with her nipples and boobs, fingering her cunt, feeling the musculature of her legs all the way down to her toes. She was like a woman in a state of time- stop, with the exception of her rapid breathing and the fact that her pussy was lubricating like crazy. With the crystal in my possession, I could fuck her like this any time I wanted, with her all heated up yet unaware, her body present and her mind half a world away.
Some other time. Tonight, I wanted to see how my commands worked, and so I took my position under the covers, and simply whispered, “Natasha.”
As before, it took a few seconds for her to come back. She nestled her body even closer to mine and one of her hands sought out my cock, and found it completely hard.
“God, I love your cock, Brian,” she whispered.
Straight from the playbook, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.
“I don’t think I’m through with it.”
Damned straight she wasn’t.
“What time do you think it is?” she asked next.
"Almost midnight," I answered, having looked at my watch while awaiting her return.
"I'm starting to think that we won't have any power until sometime in the morning," she sighed.
"Looks that way."
"Your mom will be worried about you, won't she?"
The question made me feel so juvenile, despite my new power over her. I was eighteen, I could have a life of my own, but I did need to call my mom to let her know that I was okay.
"Let me take care of things," she said. She left for a moment, and I started to wonder how well things were working. Natasha seemed so practical, not turned-on.
She returned a few moments later with a hand-held phone. "At least the phone works,” she said. “What's your number?"
She sat next to me on the bed and I lay there with butterflies in my stomach, listening to her say hello to my mother. Natasha apologized for the lateness of the call, then told my mom that I was still quite safe at her house.
"Yes, the power is out here, too. I'm... a little embarrassed to admit it, but it makes me nervous to stay here alone in the dark. The new house still feels kind of unfamiliar and… I feel like such a child, but…. Well, it’s been good to have Brian here. He’s been quite generous by staying and keeping me calm."
Man, was she a smooth liar. Natasha winked at me and then leaned onto her elbows, with her head poised right above my crotch. Reaching out with her free hand, she lightly touched the head of my cock. Her mouth followed, her lips lightly kissing all along the length of me.
"I agree," she said, her tongue joining in the action between sentences. "And you know that all of the traffic lights will be out, too." I could faintly hear my mother's voice on the line, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Natasha tilted the phone away from her head and took one of my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it. I hissed and my heart began to beat faster. Slipping me out from her lips to speak again, she said, "Sure, it wouldn't be any problem at all. He could stay in Josh's room. Let me check and see what he thinks."
She half-covered the mouthpiece with her hand and yelled up at the ceiling.
"Brian? Come here, please." Waiting an appropriate number of seconds in silence, she eventually spoke to me in a normal conversational voice, telling me that my mother thought I should just stay put for the night. The words were all for my mother's benefit, but what my mom could not know was that Natasha was shifting her position, straddling me with her legs and smothering my dick with her pussy.
She pointed at my mouth and shook her head "no" then pointed at the bed. I didn't know what she meant at first. Catching on to the game, I said into the air, "Are you sure I should stay? It sounds like a lot of trouble."
A pause, then Natasha said, "She wants to speak to you," and she handed me the phone with a thumbs-up sign.
What a situation. This was clearly something that turned Natasha on big-time, and I loved it, too. She was grinding her pussy against me as I spoke and listened, and my mom pretty much ordered me to spend the night right where I was. I protested in what I hoped was a convincing manner, reminding her that I had to be at work at eight in the morning. I surrendered, though, when she explained that I could return home by daylight before heading off to my job.
If only my mom knew what I was staring at the whole time she talked. Even though I knew exactly how big they were, I couldn't believe how massive Natasha's boobs looked right then. My cock was getting smothered in tight wetness and my mother started going on about some incident with protesters at the Planned Parenthood.
"Ohh!" I exclaimed, as Natasha catapulted off of me, only to lick me again with her tongue.
"I know, can you believe it? People like that..."
"No," I said. "I can't even believe it!"
"Don't they understand the stress that a woman like that is under? What is a person thinking when they do something like that?" my mom asked.
I had to stifle a groan. "They... must not be thinking ... so deeply..." I croaked.
"You sound really tired," she said over the line.
"Yeah. Very worn out. I've... been doing a lot..."
"Be nice to Ms. Hart," my mother advised. "Be a good guest and do whatever she says. She's gone through a lot these last few months."
The woman who had gone through a lot had her tongue going up and down very slowly right at that moment, luxuriating in the feeling of my cock. She grabbed hold of my free hand and brought it to her left breast, and I kneaded her flesh and played with her big solid nipple.
I must have groaned, because my mother said, "No complaining, young man," her voice stern.
"I... I'll be good," I said, then said goodnight and rang off.
"What does she want you to do?" Natasha asked.
"Be nice to you and do whatever you say."
"Good. Then I order you to fuck me at least two more times before you leave in the morning. And you have to promise that we can do this again. A lot. And you have to promise to take care of something special for me in the morning. I need you to promise, Brian, or no more sex."
"I promise," I grinned, stunned by the ridiculous beauty of the situation. She thought she was in control, which must be one of the things that really turned her on. I was going to like this very much.
I could describe the rest of our sex that night in detail, but I’d rather point out one particular thing that really got to me. It was the look in her eyes the one time we fucked face to face.
Maybe you’ve had the privilege of seeing a similar look at some point in your life, a woman’s eyes exuding a worshipful kind of love. As my cock rammed deeply in and out of her pussy and her face was flushed with passion, she kept her eyes open and looked right into me, and it was so amazing, because the woman loved me, she fucking adored me, and there it was on her face, plain as day. The sight was stunning, piercing, it almost made me cry with happiness. And it didn’t matter one bit that I was the recipient of that look because I had cheated. The emotion was real, even if it was coerced.
Like those stupid commercials say: A whole night of soulless hot sex, three hundred dollars. A night with an elegant, top of the line escort, three thousand dollars. A night of unbelievable forced hypno- aerobisex with the best-looking woman I’d ever known… priceless.