Phryne and Jack are based on the characters from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.
In the first chapter of this story, they finally take the next step, aided by having to travel on top of each other. This is a continuation.
I would love to explore these two more and continue their sexual exploits, so if you like this, please feel free to comment.
Enjoy!
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The car had pulled up outside a gated house. They were on a quiet residential street on the outskirts of Melbourne and all that could be heard was the nightlife of small creatures and the occasional gust of wind through the trees. A lone streetlamp illuminated the pavement outside the gate, all the rest was darkness.
The driver had got out of the car and disappeared through the gate. Jack opened the door and Phryne climbed out of his lap. She steadied herself against the side of the car, her legs weak from both pleasure and confinement in a small space. Jack took a deep breath, fighting the voices of reason that were already starting to crowd his mind again.
She'll only break your heart. Are you willing to risk that for a few hours of pleasure? You've fought so hard over the last few years to withstand the temptation, are you really just going to cave in now?
"Jack?" Her voice was quiet, but it sent a twitch through his softened cock. "Aren't you coming out?"
He took one more deep breath, told the voices to shut up, and got out of the car. She was leaning against the car. He noticed her feet were bare. She must have left her shoes in the footwell.
She was smiling, but she frowned a little as she saw his face. "Don't tell me, you're having second thoughts."
He had always considered himself to be a sensible man. 'Honourable', Phryne had once called him.
He watched as worry clouded her eyes. Her large beautiful eyes. He could see she wanted to step towards him but stopped herself.
"Jack..." Her voice died in the night-time air. She bit her lip. Her beautiful lips.
And before he could second-guess himself, he reached for her waist and pulled her into his arms. His mouth found hers and he felt her melt in his embrace. He let his hunger for her take him over once more and their kiss was deep and passionate. The vibration from her moan tickled his lips and his cock stirred. His hand went to her round ass, his fingers curving into the crease, and he squeezed.
"Oh Jack," she sighed into his mouth.
"Phryne," he whispered in response, his throat tight with need.
He bit her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. His hands pulled her to him as tightly as he could, desperate to feel the length of her sleek body against his. His erection pressed into the space between her legs and he felt her grind her cunt into him.
"I want you more than anything, Jack," she said as his mouth left hers and travelled to her neck. Her flesh was so soft, he wanted to tear it apart and cherish it all at once. He was sucking at her tender skin, biting her, kissing her, licking her. She was moaning more loudly now.
"Shhh," he hushed and impulsively grabbed a fistful of her black hair in his hand.
He looked into her eyes and growled: "I want your mouth around my cock, Phryne."
Her eyes were full of desire and he could see she was also pleasantly surprised. She smiled.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the light of the streetlamp and pushed her against the wall in front of the house, a large tree shielding them from sight, its branches low and protective.
Her slender fingers began undoing his trousers as his hands roamed over her dress, cupping those pert little tits, finding the nipples through the silky material. They were rock hard. He bent his head forward and bit them through the cloth. She groaned, her hands shaking as they pulled his lengthening cock out. He pulled at her breasts with his teeth as her hand gripped his cock, sticky with their juices.
He stepped back and looked at her. The look in his eyes drew a moan from her. A darkness was in them, a recklessness and hunger which sent sparks into her pussy. She could feel her wetness running down her inner thighs.
Obediently, she went down on her knees in front of him. He took his cock in one hand while he steadied himself on the wall with the other. He pushed the bulbous head against her full, parted lips and she eagerly took it into her warm mouth. She sucked on the head and her delicious little tongue darted out and lapped at him. She groaned as their combined cum melted on her tongue and she began to suck at his cock hungrily.
The vibrations of her sounds on his cock only added to his need. He let go of his cock and cradled the back of her slowly bobbing head. He looked down at her. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see his cock disappearing into her mouth further and further. He tightened his grip in her hair and hissed: "Look at me, Phryne."
She looked up as she took more of his impressive cock in her hot, hungry mouth. He watched her plump lips as they rubbed up and down his shaft. He watched her large eyes, sparkling with pleasure and yearning. He could feel her tongue exploring every part of his pulsing cock.
He pulled out of her mouth, holding her head in place and asked: "How do we taste, Miss Fisher?"
"Delicious." Her voice itself was like molten sex.
He softened briefly. "Phryne, I want you. I'm going to take your mouth. And I don't think I'll be able to hold back."
She smiled up at him. "It's yours to take, Jack Robinson."
He groaned and pushed his cock back into her open mouth, his hand holding the back of her head gently, but firmly. He watched her as she began to suck the length of his cock once more, his length disappearing in between her plump red lips. He could feel her lips massaging his shaft as she took him in and then the soft slickness of them as he pulled out. All the while, he kept her head in place with his hand as he controlled the movement and she let him.
His breathing became shallow and all thoughts began to leave his head as the feel of her mouth milking his cock drove him over the edge of control. He fisted her short thick hair and began to thrust deeply into her mouth. He pushed his hips forward in long, slow strokes, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her lips rubbing up and down the entire length of him. She sucked him in, her busy tongue pressing down and tickling him as he slid in and out of her hot wet mouth. Every time he hit the back of her throat, it opened to take him in all the way and he began to sweat.
That's when he fully lost control. The feel of her contracting throat around the head of his thrusting cock drove him insane and he started pumping into her mouth hard and fast, his balls slapping her slender neck every time he went into her throat.
She was completely open for him, her mouth and throat receiving his brutal cock as it thundered in and out of her. She leaned into the steady, forceful hand on the back of her head, allowing him complete control and relishing it. Her hand had found itself in between her legs under her dress. She didn't remember when that had happened. Her trembling finger was pressing down on her slippery clit as Jack pounded his magnificent cock in and out of her throat. She groaned as she could feel a climax rising and, as if in response, Jack rammed deep into her over and over, the hand in her hair tightening. Tears sprang into her eyes as she started to gag around his cock. He didn't slow down. She didn't want him to.
Her finger flicked her clit faster, her wetness dripping down her hand. He thrust into her a few more times and grunted: "I'm going to come into your throat."
She could feel every sensation in that moment as if time had slowed down. She felt the rub of her silk fabric on her breasts, brushing over her sensitive nipples. She felt his hand tight in her hair, pulling at her follicles and sending sparks of pleasure through her scalp. She felt every bit of his cock rub over her open lips and the forceful entry into the back of her throat. She felt his balls tightening as they slapped her neck. The tickle of his pubic hair every time he bottomed out in her mouth. She could feel his grunting like a hum traveling through his body and into hers, combining with her own vibrations. She felt the nail on her finger scratch her as she fingered her clit urgently. She felt the little pebbles on the pavement dig into her knees, a delicious pain. She felt a gust of warm summer wind caress her cheek. And she felt the build up inside her, the roiling heat and quickening of everything...
