Double-Crossed (24 page)

“Then I'll switch to the other lounge chair,” said Peter. “I want to watch you. I'm not that interested in porn stars.”

Marianne shifted the chair to face the television, sat down in front of it, and started to get into the action on the screen. Both the women had moved out of the hot tub now and were in a sixty-nine position on the screen. The camera, the male gaze, moved closely into the vision of open, wet pussy, juiced up by the tongue performing its delicious ministrations, and then out a little farther to see the face of the woman lapping at the endless flow.

Marianne tried to forget that Peter looked at her from across the room. She concentrated on the two women who were licking each other and sliding long fingers in and out of the folds of their pussies. The camera focused on tongues roaming over each clitoris and their lips moving around the opening to their achy holes.

Suddenly their employer caught them kissing on the couch when they should have been cleaning his house. Furious that they were slacking off when they were supposed to be working, he decided to punish them.

The next scene had one girl, on her hands and knees, in a cage, naked. Hands only could go into the cage and caress her. Men watched her and surrounded the cage. Vulnerable and exposed, she looked like the wanton slut thriving inside the soul of Marianne.

Her master led the other woman about by a leash: naked, defeated. He took her to the cage. The man holding her leash announced that these two women were pleasuring each other, and the men were to mete out their punishment.

The master maneuvered the second woman's head through an opening in the cage, and the first woman pushed her pussy against her face. The woman on all fours in the cage started to moan as the woman whose head was stuck through the hole licked her. The open display of her passion, her wildness coming to the surface in front of so many men, exhibited pure lust. Marianne imagined herself in that position, Peter and many other men bearing witness to her humiliation and her deep sexual drive. She spread her legs and began to rub the inside of her thighs.

The men pushed their hands in and felt the body of the woman being licked, while they pulled on their rock-hard cocks. Then, one by one, they went around to the pussy of the woman who did the licking and fucked her while she groaned into the cunt of the other woman. They came and came.

Marianne's hands moved as if of their own accord. She started playing very hard with her clit. She had one leg bent up and the lips of her vagina spread as wide as she could get them to go. She felt herself beginning to thrill. Her orgasm approached. She masturbated exactly as she did alone in the sex shop.

Concentrating hard, she didn't realize Peter had removed his clothes. Just as she could hear a woman coming on the screen, she could feel her orgasm approaching from a long way off. But at that moment, she became aware of Peter in front of her, encouraging her to stand and bend over the back of the chair. Pulling on his lovely large cock, he grabbed the back of the chair, leaned over her, and fucked a long first stroke deep into her. She cried out in surprise as much as anything, but the impact of Peter entering her did not satiate her vagina, and she exploded in her hungry orgasm all over him just as he stroked into her for the second time.

The rest of the night blazed in a haze of love and lust for Marianne, as she freely abandoned herself to pleasure with Peter, the freedom and exploration driving them to deeper and darker places.

Chapter Twelve

Marianne woke to kisses on her neck. She stretched lazily in her bed, as the arms around her slid their way down her body and moved softly between her legs.

“Mmm…” she moaned, and turned on her back.

“Good morning, beautiful woman.” Peter leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips.

She felt warm and silky like a cat stretching out. His hands played lightly between her legs again, and involuntarily, she opened them. Peter's fingers stroked her delicately parting lips, and finding her clitoris, began to make small circles around it.

What a way to wake up. I've died and gone to heaven
, she thought.

“I hate to be a pain, my lovely, but I have to go to work.” His fingers were still playing between her legs. “So I might have to leave you in bed with one of your little toys to finish off this job while I go and take a shower.”

He kissed her a few more times, then reached over to the drawer by her bed, rolling back with her favorite vibrator. He kissed her on the lips again.

“Take this and make sure you come while I'm in the shower. I want to hear that noise going as I get ready.”

With that, he hopped out of bed, and she watched as his naked ass walked toward the bathroom. That sight alone brought her to the place she needed to be.

As soon as she heard the shower running, Marianne took her toy and placed it on her clitoris. Starting it up, she thrilled to the sensations of the vibrations running through her clit up inside her hungry sheath. Soon the entrance to the hole started to ache, and she could feel the wetness seeping out of her.

Listening to the shower, she thought of Peter in bed next to her and his fingers running through the folds of flesh on her pussy. She thought of the way that he first demanded her compliance in the doorway that night they had their date. She thought of his insisting that she expose herself to him, and she thought of the previous night. Peter let her come early, then continued to pleasure each of them for hours. They'd watched the BDSM porn together, they talked at great length about the POS, and they ate food, and fucked again. They stayed naked all night, exploring each other's bodies and minds. Every now and then, Peter would get insistent with her, and she'd be required to obey some command, but these moments were always pleasurable and exciting for Marianne. This night, two like creatures frolicked, played, and tested their newfound suitability.

With these thoughts running through her mind, she could feel her orgasm building. She thought again of the social yesterday and how much she wished Peter could have been there to watch what she had watched. Imagining him standing at the back of the room as the two submissives pleasured each other, the heat turning up in the room, gave the event more potency, if possible. She saw herself kneeling before Peter, taking out his cock, and sucking hard on it. She imagined him standing her up, and with her bent at the waist so that she could keep sucking him, he would slide her skirt up so that all those in the room could see deep into her hungry pussy.

Just at that moment, as she imagined her open pussy on view, she felt her orgasm coming down her spine and into the deep, wet depths of her womb. Her legs became stiff, and her toes spread as she arched her back slightly and allowed her pussy to explode in on itself, convulsing and sucking on the empty space as the vibrator kept up on her clitoris. She moaned aloud until she felt the river of warmth flood her nerve endings, and she dropped the vibrator while the adrenaline seeped through every part of her body.

“God, that was hot.”

Marianne flung open her eyes to see Peter standing there. She hadn't realized he'd come into the room. Naked and damp, he stood in front of her, with an enormous erection. Even in her postorgasmic stupor, Marianne thrilled to the sight. He walked toward the side of the bed.

“Baby, help me out. I'm almost there,” he said as he pointed his cock toward her mouth.

Marianne opened her mouth wide, and in the languid thrill of her orgasm, took his flesh into her mouth and lapped and sucked at it. He held it lower down and stroked it into her mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good. You got my dick so hard, baby.” His lewd words made Marianne feel wild, and she spread her legs and pointed her ass high in the air as she lowered herself to suck evenly on his cock. He leaned forward and sank a finger into her wetness.

“Damn, that's good,” he said.

She felt his pending orgasm rising in his thrusting member. With his finger in her wet hot pussy, he started to thrust his cock into her mouth, just as he did in her fantasy. With a groan as he looked at the ceiling, he pumped his cum into her mouth, and Marianne drank all of it down, relishing the opportunity to have his seed all over her tongue. It all felt so good in the afterglow of her orgasm, and his sexiness and the excitement consumed her so that she started to feel she might be able to go again!

His penis started to reduce in size as it relaxed down onto his body.

This guy will be the death of me
, she thought as she lay face down on the bed.

Peter caught his breath as his penis receded. She just drank down his sperm as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This seductress, wild beyond porn star, offered herself to him in every way. Her deep sexuality writhed in front of him, not a perverse, slutty sexuality, but a measurement of her freedom and total abandon. This attracted Peter completely, who'd been looking for her his entire life.

Her vulnerability came out, but not in a naive way. The wildness inside drove her, but at the same time, she innocently had no foolish whims. She wasn't a woman to make mistakes that had serious consequences because of her sexual nature. This combination of inner wisdom and sexual abandon reached into Peter and struck him at his core.

He leaned forward and touched her tits, loving the way they felt in his hands, so hot and heavy. She had a great body—one he would like to spend the rest of his life exploring. He could work with Marianne. He could win her complete trust sexually and drive her wild with his ideas, as well as love her and live with her as a partner. He couldn't believe Joe had her hidden for all these years!

Marianne had fallen into a kind of postorgasmic sexual stupor beneath him. She lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with her eyes half closed. Her vagina, being the source of her deepest drive, could be her betrayer. It owned a great deal of her. This force, most men feared generally. She needed sex desperately.

Thank God she's fussy
, he thought for the hundredth time. Peter feared it also, but in an exhilarating way. The same way he feared climbing a tall mountain. Relating to her commanded respect. There lay the key to her fidelity.

Leaning over her, his cock resting comfortably, he kissed the top of her head. He turned her slowly to her side so that he could sweep the hair away from her face and check on the bruise there. A feeling of intense fury welled up inside him, as it had on the few occasions when he'd noticed it earlier. He would make sure that prick would pay. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and in this case, ice flowed through Peter's veins when he thought about serving a kind of justice to that man. He didn't want Don just to suffer. He wanted him to feel the suffering, every step of the way.

However, he'd work this through properly to be sure of maximum impact. Somehow, someway, someday, that asshole would pay for doing this to her, and it would be very slow and very painful, with or without help from the law.

Marianne lay on the bed, her body naturally opening up as she rolled onto her back in her languid state. Peter had to go to work, but he wanted to just lie beside her and curl up and tell her how he knew he could spend his life with her, and that he really wanted it, that he'd never had feelings like this about any woman before, even though he'd only just met her. He'd never been surer in his life.

However, he couldn't. Beside the fact that he had to be at work, he felt too vulnerable to reveal himself so deeply to her. The kind of love that he wanted took time, even with a woman like this one. They'd have to sneak up to each other in the dark of the night before he could fully reveal the darkness and longing in his soul.

Looking down at her as she lay in her half sleep, he said, “I need to get ready for work, but I think you're beautiful, and I wish I could lie there next to you.”

He turned toward the lounge area where he'd left his clothes.
Funny how I never seem to be able to get to her room dressed
, he thought as he put on the suit he wore the day before. Looking down at it, he realized he would have to go home to change. That suddenly reminded him of something cheeky. Tonight was a special Thursday night. He saw how hot the social had made her, and he'd completely forgotten the special annual party that night. A great party, not to be missed. He always bought tickets, even if he didn't go. He wondered if taking her would be too much, too soon. Walking back into the bedroom, he saw her in exactly the same place that he'd left her, only now her hand lay between her legs fondling her wet pussy.

Yea
h
! Peter thought.
I think she's ready!

“What a naughty girl, still playing with your body.” Peter smiled down at her, but he didn't want to get involved at this stage. He had to go home and then make his way to work. He wanted to get the day over with so they could take part in the plan he had for her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him like a sleepy cat, pulling her hand away from between her legs.

“I guess I can't help it. Maybe you should get to work so I don't have to think about it so much.” She had a playful smile on her face. Peter sympathized. In her company, sex drove every impulse in him as well.

“I'll get to work in a minute. But I wondered if you'd do me two favors.”

She turned and got up on to her knees in earnest, her breasts swaying. She had a serious look on her face.

“Of course. Anything.”

“I would like to take you out somewhere special tonight. Along the lines of where you went with your friends, but a little more adventurous.” He loved the way that her eyes lit up when he told her.

“I'd love to. You were the only thing missing from the other morning. Something even wilder and more exciting than that! How can I say no?”

“Good. In addition, the other thing I want you to do is go to Gallery Serpentine down in Evans Road. Do you know the place?”

She smiled. “Of course. I've admired the clothes in that place for a long time.”

“Have you ever worn anything from there?”

“No. I only know about it because I've lived here for so long, and I've gone past it quite often.”