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This is part TWO, you may want to read part one first. Click on MJ Roberts and then the story chapter you want. Writer's Fantasy is a seven part novella.
Warning Explicit:
This is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences 18 + ONLY.
Contains explicit sexual language and graphic depictions of sexual acts. (Yeah, yeah, the more explicit the better.)
Disclaimer β This whore-or story is not about you.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
(In other words, if the horn dog or slut sounds like you, it's not. It just seems like it.)
Without any further ado, here's the story, enjoy...
WRITER'S FANTASY
# 2
It was Monday. Last Thursday had been the best day of my life.
You know why.
And now, any moment, David would be back. Marissa was upstairs changing. I was pacing between the front door and the couch where the most amazing fucking session in the whole world had taken place.
And in minutes, maybe seconds, David would be here. Amazingly gorgeous, amazingly hot David. David of the long, thick brown hair, and the incredible brown eyes, and the body of a God. David with the sense of humor and... well, you know.
I've been a copywriter for a long time, barely eeking out a living just barely above the poverty level. Last week I took a job writing a weekly column of erotica for a magazine. Problem was I had almost no sexual experience.
So my best friend Marissa, who is so beautiful she could be a model, insisted we hire someone to help me get experience.
Enter David stage left. He was better than I could have ever possibly hoped for. Even in my wildest dreams.
There was a knock on the front door.
Enter David stage front, I thought.
I opened the door and there he was in all his glory, looking like something out of playgirl magazine except for his expression which was both wolfish and like a sixteen-year-old who just got his first car and won the lottery at the same time.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hey," I said, sheepishly and stepped back out of the way so he could come in. He walked in with a great stride. "Marissa's upstairs changing," I said. "I don't know what's taking her so long."
"That's good," he said. Then he pulled me against him in one sharp move. "That gives us some time alone."
Then he leaned down and kissed me. It was a soft brush of lips at first. Then he touched the tip of his tongue against the center of my lips, asking permission. I opened for him right away, my mouth, and my heart, and down lower. My cunt began to get wet immediately, just from that gentle kiss. As I've said, getting wet has never been my problem.
David stroked the inside of my mouth with his tongue, a gentle, loving in and out rhythm, and I moaned softly into his mouth. Lovingly, exploring, amazing. He grabbed the back of my head, changing the angle slightly and put his other hand on my lower back pushing me further into his hips. I could feel his cock against me, already beginning to get hard.
And then in a flash he turned the kiss to fast and forceful and full of heat. Fucking my mouth, raising my blood pressure, taking, taking, taking, like he would suck me down everywhere. It was an onslaught, like a tsunami of sensations with him pushing me fast into a blood boiling arousal.
It occurred to me that I had fucked him but I never kissed him before. But I wasn't surprised it was the best kiss I'd ever had.
He broke it off. I whimpered.
"My God, I could kiss you for fourteen hours straight," I said.
"I have something else in mind," he said.
He turned me around so I was facing the couch and hugged me, fitting my ass into his hips. I smiled as I felt his erection. He had grown bigger, a lot bigger.
David kissed my neck.
"Did your magazine like the article you wrote for them?" He asked. Then he kissed up and down my neck on the other side.
"They loved it," I said. "They said, and I quote, 'this is exactly what we were looking for, something that rings of true experience and is ultra-realistic,' " I said.
"We should give them what they want," David said. His lips grazed my ears.
"They said they want more like that," I said.
"Then we should lose this, shouldn't we?" he said playing with a strap of my sundress. It was up and over my head in an instant. "Step out of these," he said pulling down my panties.
Even though I had really large breasts, I wasn't wearing a bra. What was the point if I would just have to take it off, or worse Marissa might cut it?
He fondled my breasts, just for a second. "I'll come back to these lovelies later," he said.
Oh no, I thought. Don't leave my breasts, you were just getting started.
"Open your legs a little for me Baby," David said. His voice was extremely sexy, raspy like it was hard for him to speak.
I widened my stance. I remembered I wasn't wearing panties now and I had a moment of feeling vulnerable. David slid his hands down my body, fast, and then he was at my ankles.
"Oh Jenny," he said. "Yeah... this is what I want."
Then he slid his hands up my legs, slowly, his big hands covering the back of my legs with a silky caress. He parted the lips of my cunt, exposing me totally.
My. God. What was he going to do next?
And then, BAM, his whole face was in my pussy and he was licking EVERYWHERE. His tongue found my clit and my eyelids fluttered and my eyeballs rolled back in my head. Of course he was good at this. He was good at everything. I got wetter and wetter and soon I was drowning in honey, so much so I was surprised David wasn't choking on it.
But David went faster and faster finding the spot on my clit that drives me wild, just a little bit on the right and slightly above. My legs trembled and I could feel him hold me up while he held me open. Then it came at me like a freight train whooshing in. A huge energy, tingles up my leg, zinging and hot. Then a huge white brick of WOW smashing over my head and BAM lightning everywhere, breaking me into a thousand pieces. I shuttered against him.
But still he didn't stop.
"NO!" I heard Marissa shout from above me. "BAD girl."
I twisted around to look at her standing at the top of the steps.
Now I saw what had taken her so long. She was wearing an amazing gorgeous pink corset with a row of hook and eyes in the front, a skin tight, wet-looking black mini skirt that barely covered her where it counted, and the sexiest thigh high boots I could possibly imagine. The boots were black with a six inch heel and a very complicated criss cross lattice of laces all down the front.
No wonder it had taken her so long to get dressed, that must outfit must have been a bitch to get on. Of course it was worth it. She looked drop-dead gorgeous. I think my mouth was hanging open.
She looked amazing and she was yelling at me.
I had started without her. I was a bad friend.
David hadn't stopped licking me, building me up for another mind-blowing orgasm.
Marissa started down the stairs. "Bad, bad, girl," she said. "You've been very naughty." Her voice was a weird combination of displeased and anticipatory. "You will have to be punished."
Oh fuck.
And that's when I noticed she was holding a crop-like whip.
My eyes opened wide. Double fuck.
"Now Marissa..." I said in a 'now let's be reasonable' tone. But David picked that moment to inflict a particular delicious flick on my cunt.
I groaned.
"Really, really punished," she said.
"Oh, God," I said.
She tapped the crop against her thigh as she finished walking down the stairs.
"And it's 'Now Marissa, Mistress' ", she said in a voice that was firm, angry, condescending, and sounded like she was trying to teach all at the same time.
God she was so hot.
Then she was beside me.
"You look amazing," I said. "Hotter than hot. Gorgeous."
"Shut the fuck up," another swat of the whip against her thigh.
I resisted the urge to push it and tell her one more time how good she looked.
"You should never, ever have started without me," she said. It was an angry voice but she didn't really seem angry. She seemed excited.
Before I knew it, there was a quick whistle through the air and SWACK. Sharp, fast hit with the whip low on my ass.
"Aaaah," I yelled, more from shock than anything. It didn't hurt; the whip must be covered in velvet or something.
"Bad girl." Swack.