Artful Attractions (11 page)

“Oh thank you for coming again,” he breathes hard. “I thought I was going to go crazy.” He hammers into me. My legs wrapped around his waist. My nails digging into his ass. “Grab my ass baby. Make it bleed,” he begs and slams into me, his balls slapping into my ass with stinging force. He loves the pain and I know it. It’s hot. I wonder if I pushed him harder if he’d like that too. 

He stops and flips me over and dives back into me doggy style; my knees on the bed, my hands holding me up. The bed is slamming against the wall and he’s grunting loud, his fingers digging hard into my hips. I buck back into him following a perfect rhythm. Fuck. I steady myself and he pants erratically in his own animalistic pussy fucking world. I reach my free hand underneath me and grab onto his balls that are slapping my pussy. I squeeze and he moans louder. “Oh fuck!” he grunts. I squeeze harder to see if he asks me to stop but he doesn’t. He keeps going pushing into me and the firmer I pull and squeeze, the more urgent he becomes.

“Oh yes Ty, grab them. Pull them harder!” he yells and I feel his cock harden even more, swelling inside me. I know he’s close. I squeeze to the point of pain and he cries out and comes, brutally jerking into me. I keep a hold of his balls and he shudders. Unable to stop. His come fills the condom and he pulls out, I release his balls and he throws the condom on the floor and rips another open and feeds it onto his still hard member. Plunging it back into my hole. “Grab them,” he barks. I obey excitedly and pull and grab at them. “Harder!” he yells at me, and hammers my pussy again. “Oh yes,” he moans and I press my thumb directly onto one nut and squeeze like I want to pop a grape and he grunts deep. “Fuck!” he cries out and plows into me coming again, I keep squeezing and he bucks over and over into me filling the condom again with his creamy perfection. We do this three more times except the last two he doesn’t pull out he just keeps orgasming. He’s blowing dust by now but the orgasms he’s having are not any less intense. My pussy is sore but I’m too engrossed on making him come that I don’t even care to think about my pleasure. This has to be the weirdest experience of ejaculating I’ve seen from a man. Not in a bad way, of course.

He falls onto the bed beside me and snaps the condom from around his cock, throwing it onto the floor next to the rest of them. Sweat is pouring off of him like a waterfall and he’s breathing is so heavy I don’t think he could catch his breath if he tried.

“Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing his side.

He coughs. “Ty baby, those were the best orgasms of my life!” he heaves out.

I giggle. “I’m glad, sweetie,” I smile, I can’t help it. He’s glistening so beautifully with sweat, his rock-hard abs are contracting from so much work.

“I can give you another,” I tease and reach over and grab his balls. His cock jumps to attention.

“I… can’t… fuck anymore… tonight… baby.” He throws his arms out to his sides, exhausted.

“Can you come more?” I ask seductively.

He nods. “Probably. It’s never enough when I’m with you.”

I sit up between his legs and spread them apart. If he’s kinky, I know what he’ll like. I’ve talked to Becka about this before. Most men I fuck are straight laced not super kinky, they enjoy blowjobs, come shots, some foot fetishes and occasionally a little rougher. But Joseph obviously likes the whole gambit. Time for some experimentation since he’s already beyond satisfied.

I grab his balls and he bucks off the bed in a pleasure cry. You’d think being tugged on and squeezed, you’d be tired of it. But people who enjoy pain and over stimulation, they actually prefer it better once they’ve been overused. It makes it more enticing. I don’t know why but that’s how it works.

I spit on my finger and I take my lubed finger and quickly lay it on his asshole. He jumps and his eyes widen, shaking his head rapidly. “No. Don’t you dare.” He’s freaking out.

“I’m not going inside unless you want me to. Just relax and enjoy it. If you want me to go inside just say the word. But I want to try this. If you like the ball tugging this might take you to another plateau. Just trust me babe,” I coax sweetly and he relaxes again, the tension melts from his body and he slumps down back into the bed, with a sigh.

I swirl my lubed finger on his tight pucker and I squeeze his balls. Stimulating him simultaneously. “Oh,” he moans and I push his hole harder, and he fists the sheets. “Fuck.”

His cock is hard and pre-come is oozing from the tip. I kneel my head down and lick the tip sucking the come off. He nearly comes undone and whimpers from the abundance of pleasure. “Oh god baby, what… oh fuck,” he grunts as I circle his ass more firmly. You can’t be gentle with pleasure seekers. I squish his ball between my thumb and he screams and little jets of white come start to spurt out of his thick cock. His body rocks and I press my finger to his ass more.

“Stick it in,” he moans, pressing himself downward, wanting me inside him. And I slip my finger into his ass and he cries out and a giant stream of come powerfully blows out of the head of his cock and he humps hard into the air grunting and screaming from a trembling all-encompassing orgasm. I hold it inside of him and he jerks his way back down to earth. His eyes are huge. I push his prostate from inside and his cock jerks and a little bit more of white spunk shoots out. He fists the sheets, his knuckles pure white and breathing hard. I grab his balls again and at the same time I press into his prostate firmly and he screams again, orgasming hard. His body sways on the bed as he pants, bucking off the bed as more come spurts out. His body is on overstimulation high. I complete this three more times and he finally begs me to stop even though I don’t want to.

I get off the bed and wash my hands and face in the attached luxury bathroom. Come back into bed with a damp wash cloth and wipe his tight abs off. He’s coated in lots of his creamy spunk. I slide into bed next to him and he kisses me.

“You’re the best woman on the planet,” he compliments, finally back to normal but his throat is hoarse from overuse.

“No, you’re just the most fun lover on the planet.” I kiss his nose and tuck myself back down into bed. Cuddling with him.

“Ty, please wake up,” Joseph nudges me. “Baby, I overslept. I got to get to work, my lover.” He kisses my cheek.

I turn onto my back with a sleepy smile, rubbing my eyes.

“What babe?” I ask, my voice has that tired huskiness to it.

“It’s nine thirty, I overslept. I’ve never done that in the past ten years. I’m an hour late to work.”

I tug his arm. “Play hooky and cuddle with me more, handsome.”

He smiles and kisses my lips. “Oh that sounds so great sweetie but I’m the boss and John’s probably already in. I’m going to get my ass reamed.”

I give him the pouty eyes and lip. “Fine, leave me horny and wanting your cock then.” I squeeze my breasts together playfully and bite my lip innocently, batting my eyelashes.

He groans. “Fuck baby. Give me a minute.” He slides out of bed and picks up his phone.

“Marcy its Pemberly. Is Winters in his office yet?” he asks.

“Ok, great patch me through,” he orders professionally.

“John, yeah. I’m running late this morning. I think I drank too much last night…. Yeah I think too many beers after a fight with the misses. I won’t be in until around ten thirty, eleven at the latest….. Okay… Yep, thanks. See ya then.” He hangs up.

“You’ve got me for another forty-five, Ms. Monroe,” he smiles and drops his clean boxers to the floor. Giving me a full view of his lovely cock.

I smile huge and give him the come-hither finger. We fuck two more times and I make sure I ride him for the first time as I yank on his balls and make him come hard into the condom filling it to capacity. I get sucked off once more and then he gets off the bed and dashes around the room, throwing a clean suit on and his dress shoes. Shoving a blue pocket square into his suit pocket. His phone goes off.

“Yes, what do you want dear?” he asks rudely, answering the call.

“No, I’m out of the office. I will be busy all day and yes Friday I am busy out of town on for a meeting…. No, you can’t come… Yes, I realize you want to spend time with me but I’ve told you, Lena, I don’t have time for this. Between the kids and running a company, I don’t have time for much else. Including making you happy twenty-four seven….Yes, I understand we’re married… Listen, I’ve got to go. I had to run some errands and Winters is expecting me back soon… Yep, bye.” He hangs up angrily and jams his phone back into his pocket.

I’m naked on the bed and I don’t know what to say. What is there to say really? It’s none of my business.

He comes over to the bed and opens his arms for a hug. I jump up and wrap my arms around him. His hands lovingly trace the curves of my back. Down to my butt and back up. This feels nice.

“I’ll miss you babe. I’m sorry about that. I will see you on Friday. Don’t forget to take your phone. I’ll text you as soon as I’m able,” he says and kisses my cheek and then pulls me into a tighter hug.

“I won’t forget, sweetie.” I peck his cheek.

He pulls from me and cradles my face in his hands, staring at me in the eyes. “I mean it, Ty, I need to be able to talk to you. You’re the only person who keeps me sane. I don’t want to leave, but I have to.” He plants a soft supple kiss on my lips and lets it linger between us for a few seconds. I breathe him in and my heart jumps. Damn it! He pulls my face from his prolonging his gaze for a second and turns and leaves with his clothes and brief case. I’m left to get dressed.

My new phone beeps.

J- Thanks so much for last night. Oh, you can order room service. You’re not getting kicked out of the room until one. Also, I forgot, in the bedside drawer is a present. XOXOXO

Me- See you had time to text me already, I feel special. Thanks babe. Have a wonderful day at work. I’ll be thinking of you all day. XOXOXO.

I spend the rest of the time in the hotel room, order room service. I eat poached eggs with dill and a creamy hollandaise sauce and a hardy serving of turkey bacon. The bedside drawer had another tip. Which is stupid to leave because he paid twice the amount he was supposed to in order have an overnight date. I will make sure I text him later to tell him he needs to stop doing that. The more tips he leaves, the more expensive of a gift I am going to buy him. Plain and simple. I just have to figure out what I should buy him. I’m leaning toward Rolex with an inscription or a really nice suit or something.

After I leave the hotel room, I don’t have anything to wear except my nighty and gray trench so I think I’ll take my fifteen hundred dollar tip and buy some new clothes and some lingerie for my Friday with Joseph. The doorman opens the door for me to exit and offers to hail me a cab. I accept and it takes but a moment and I’m in the back of a cab on my way to Bloomingdales on 59
th
. 

One hour later and I exit with a new Ralph Lauren dress, black Michael Korrs four inch knee high boots and a few other accessories to accompany my outfit. I managed to pick out an amazing designer tie for Joseph and crystal chandelier earrings for Becka, as a peace offering.

I hail another cab and spend the fortune to have it take me back to Queens instead of jumping the subway, train and bus. It drops me off right outside our apartment. I open the door to our apartment and my phone goes off.

‘Ring, Ring, hookah, ring, ring.’

I drop my bag and purse off on the table and fish my regular phone from my coat pocket.

“Hello, my dear Brian.”

“Well somebody sounds chipper. I was calling to give you an update on your weekly schedule just in case you forgot. I emailed it to you as well. You have John tonight. He will send a car to Astoria at the normal pick up place around seven. He’s already paid and booked for sex tonight. Thursday is your night off and then as you know Joseph again on Friday evening. I don’t have anyone for Saturday, Sunday or Monday so if you want some of that R and R like you’ve been complaining about needing, I’d take it then. I sent your last week’s pay with Becka last night, so she has it.”

“Ok sounds good. I’m a little busy. So I’ll talk with you later. Thanks Brian.”

I hang up and find my bestie in her bed watching TV with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. I know ice cream and her equal something bad. But she wasn’t busy last night so I have no idea what she’d be bummed about.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns deeply.

My brows turn in, confused. “What? Why?”

“I hate when we’re on the outs. I shouldn’t have come on so strong the other night.” She apologizes and looks like she’s on the verge of crying. She shoves another heaping spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

I leave, pluck her expensive gift out of my Bloomingdales bag and reenter her room sitting down next to her on the bed. I grab the ice cream out of her lap and the spoon out of her hand, sitting them down on the nightstand.

“Here.” I hand her the box that’s tied with a cute bow. “I wanted to smooth things over too.”

She takes it and unties the box. Opening it she gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh my god, Alexis. These are perfect.” She pulls them out and plays with the crystals.

“I know and they were a friendship gift. I also bought some black knee-high boots today for us to share. I got a big tip last night from Joseph again so I figured I might as well spend it. It’s not like I don’t have the cash.”

She leans over and pulls a stuffed manila envelope out of her drawer. “Here, this is your money from Brian. He included the seventeen thou for this week, the fifteen hundred from Andrews dinner, the twenty-two hundred from John, and the combined thirteen thou from Joseph from last week. The only payment missing is Johns from tonight. Or that’s what Brian said.” She can’t stop staring at the earrings.

I smile at her and push her shoulder. “I’m glad you like the earrings.”

She wraps her arms around me and presses her bare giant breasts against my clothed ones. 

“They are perfect and I’m supposed to be the one to give you a gift. I’m the one who went over the line. Not you.” She kisses my cheek and lets go.

“I’ve got John tonight. What are you up to?” I eye the ice cream. “Besides that,” I laugh, teasing.

“Andrew is my date tonight, along with Brad again. They have a business meeting tonight and I have another business meeting with him on Friday. He’s all I have this week. Then next week is the orgy.”

I nod and get up off the bed. I don’t want to talk about Brad but I need to finish his other artwork. The sooner I’m done the sooner I can move on with my life. I say farewell to Becka and make my way into my bedroom. I strip down and ready myself for a few hours of artist expression in the living room before the sun is no longer available. I’ve finished one canvas and started the second but I’ve got a long way to go.

***

“Hey you. It’s time to get ready if your date’s going to be here in an hour,” Becka states, bringing be out of my drawing world. It’s like I get sucked into the art and forget everything else around me. I’m glad she knows me well enough to pull me back into reality. I hear this happens when people read or write. Well it works the same for me.

“Thanks,” I call over my shoulder and step back. “What do you think?” I gesture toward my masterpiece.

She comes into the living room and stands beside me. Naked and wet from her shower. I peer over and see the beautiful curves of her body. Becka is gorgeous.

“I think she’s beautiful. She compliments the other drawing wonderfully.” She says reverently.

I don’t know what I think. My final drawing is of a woman sleeping and we are looking at her from the bottom of the bed she’s sleeping on. Her legs are open slightly and her knees bent, opening up her folds for us to see. Her breasts fall to the side slightly and her stomach isn’t perfect. She looks real with her hair splayed over the pillows surface. One arm resting on her stomach, the other above her head on a pillow. It’s sensual yet explicit at the same time. When I draw, I do charcoal first then come back in with a charcoal pencil and add the fine line details like each strand of hair and the soft lines of a woman’s lips both mouth and pussy ones. It makes the art pop more and she looks real to me. Almost like staring at a black and white photo with slightly fuzzed lines.

I leave the room and jump right into the shower. I know I don’t have long and to be honest I’m not a huge fan of going out with John tonight. I shave all the normal regions, paying special attention to my pussy lips. The trick to keeping it extra soft downstairs is to use conditioner, it softens you up that extra bit.

“Your phone keeps beeping,” Becka says coming into the bathroom to start her makeup regiment.

I sling back the floral shower curtain and step out naked and towel off. I wrap my towel around my head and take off to the bedroom. I snatch both phones from the nightstand and its Joseph’s one that is beeping. I’ve got three texts from him.

J- Hey sweetie been busy with meetings all day can’t stop thinking about you.

J- Please don’t tell me what I heard here at work today is true. Are you going out with John tonight?

J- Please get back to me sweetheart, I need to know if you are going out with my coworker. God, I hope not.

This isn’t good. This obsession is becoming overbearing. I don’t do overbearing.

Me- I told you I can’t speak business, Joseph. That was part of the deal with the phones. But I’m sure if John said he was going out with a Tylah tonight it would be me. He booked me again. Not sure how two coworkers ended up with the same girl.

J- Fuck! If I pay Brian off can we make sure John doesn’t get to see you again? I hate sharing, especially with him. And he found out about you because he knows I used Brian for a girl. He didn’t know it was you, of course, because I didn’t give him a name.

Me- So he got Brian’s number from you? You should have told Brian to book someone else for John if you were concerned. All gala events I go to. He books me to all of those. You’re sharing me because it’s my job Joseph and you’re the one who basically handed me over to John.

What the fuck? Seriously. I know he realizes I screw for a living but by giving John, Brian’s number he was walking me into John’s hands all on his own. I get most of the classier business men. That’s just how my job works. 

J- Shit baby, I’m so sorry. If I pay Brian off will you be okay with no more John? I keep screwing up. I came first last night and didn’t bring you flowers and worst of all, you’re right, I basically handed you over to John. Is he good in bed?

Me- John is none of your concern, Joseph. I told you I will not indulge your questions on this matter. It’s my job. I don’t ask you about how you work. You don’t ask me how I do mine. Simple as that. And John is a client, I’m not giving him up because you pay extra money. You can’t pay off from each of my clients.

J- The fuck I can’t. Money talks, sweetheart and I would pay off every man if that meant you were all mine. But I know it’s not fair to ask that. I know I’m just a lay to you.

Goddamn him! Playing the guilt card. Joseph is not just a lay. Shit! If anything I enjoy him the most and I like him a lot. But what does he expect? This cell phone is turning into a terrible idea.

Me- Stop that talk right now, my handsome man. You are not just a lay to me and you know that. You know I love spending time with you and doing the things we do. You’re my favorite man in my life time’s ten. Don’t you ever question that. Brian will tell you the same thing straight up if you ask him. You’re my number one. But you’re right, I don’t want you to buy me off. It makes me feel bad. It’s bad enough you don’t listen about me telling you not to send money over as much as you do. Can’t one evening of us together not be paid for? Just you and me, no exchange?