“Let me get this straight, you want me to... suck your dick?”

"Not in so many words, but yes” God leans back, casually stretching his arms above his head. His white robe billows about him gently in the breeze.  We’re sitting together on a white park bench. In the distance I can see children running around a brightly colored playground. Birds chip in the trees overhead as glittering rays of sunlight stream through the foliage.  "Consider it... a test of faith."

“What does the Messiah's manhood look like anyhow?”

“What do you think it looks like?” God muses, prophetically.

“Like a big shiny golden dildo?” I shrug “Maybe some halos around it for good measure? And miracles shoot out the tip-- to give sight to the blind or cure polio. Or maybe God’s immaculate-ejaculate cripples you?”

God laughs. It’s a hearty sound like Santa Claus and every TV sitcom father rolled into one. “Really? I’m the same guy who dreamed up platypuses, aardvarks, and elephants… I made you in my image, and you think my divine-ding-dong is some gaudy sex toy?”

“Haha, gaudy. God-y.”

God chuckles “You always did like puns.”

“That’s the thing, you’re all knowing and all seeing. You already know if I’m going to do it or not."

“I suppose” God shrugs nonchalantly.  

“So why even bother with this conversation?”

“You watched Titanic seven times in theaters.” He scratches his beard absently.

I sit there in silence. Sometimes it’s easy to forget He knows all things.

“Yeah so?”

“You already knew the ending. That doesn’t keep it from being a good movie.” He elbows me playfully. “And how does it end?”

“Jack drowns.”

“No before that. “

“Jack draws some boobies.”

“After that.”

I sigh. “The ship goes down.”

“Bazzzing son!” God makes some finger guns and points them in my direction playfully, a wide grin plastered across his face.   

“That’s another thing. If we’re all your children, y’know lambs and such isn’t it incest to suck-off my savior?”

“Sure, you’re one of my creations. But you’re not my son” Got makes mock stigmata on his wrists, and then extends his arms out from him at his sides like a man on a cross. “You guys nailed my one-and-only to the wall, remember?”

I look down, dejected for a moment.  God puts his cross-bearing-arm around me. It’s warm and comforting. God continues: “You’re more like, if I made a crude drawing and then jerked off to it.” He gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I still remember that by the way. You were one horny thirteen year old. Beating off to boxy boobs and triangle shaped vagainas. You’re definitely no Jack Dawson.” He’s rubbing both my shoulders now. His grip is so strong. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. It’s intoxicating, smelling like peanut butter and cinnamon.

“But isn’t it wrong?”

God smiles. “I impregnate virgin girls without their knowledge or consent.  I make fathers set their kids on fire.  I kill a bunch of innocent little babies because some people didn’t decorate their doorways the way I wanted. I drown half the planet, and give you guys a little rainbow at the end to say ‘oops sorry, my bad’... "

The will of God is strong. His hands are at my neck. Pushing and prodding my head at a slow sinking angle, like the Titanic going down, down. down.

“Heck the first guy I made… he wanted a girlfriend. And I could’ve easily made him a brand new person; I literally just made him out of nothingness five seconds earlier.  But instead, I made him give up his rib, just so he can fuck his rib. His own rib! Isn’t that twisted?  And you think a little fellatio bothers me?”

“Mhmmn mmm mhhmmm...”

“Shh… don’t talk with your mouth full my son.”

In the distance I can hear the children laughing and running on the playground.  The birds chirp overhead as the leaves rustle in the trees.  

And then, sirens.  

- - - - 

On the news that night, two men are shown led away in handcuffs: "...a local man and an escaped mental patient claiming to be God were caught engaging in sexual acts in a public park... "

Sometimes, it’s Autism.

The girl behind the counter slides me my tray, the delicious scent of my burger and fries invading my senses. “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Oh, God. I screw my eyes shut. I’ll think back on this moment for years to come, and the embarrassment will come flooding back.

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..

I get the dreaded call, which I never understood. Why call those who don’t get the job? Just let me slink away into the darkness; no need to shout, “You’re slinking into the darkness” as I go. I’m fully aware already.

“I’m sorry to say you didn’t get the job. They felt you were a little distant. They couldn’t sense your excitement.”

So I curse my inability to make eye contact like a normal person, I curse my apathy that covers my empathy, and I curse some more for good measure because I like threes. And fives and any number that creates a natural middle point. If I text someone three emoji hearts, the middle one can be another color and voilá, you have a nice pattern.

Sometimes, it’s Him.

“Kneel, girl.”

I fall to my knees and bow my head.

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..

He plucks thoughts straight from my mind, molds them after his desires, and shoves them back in. A look, a smirk, a kiss, a tasty little slice of logic, a word that triggers, a touch, and then I’m spinning and spiraling with his sadistic mindplay.

“It’s okay, I’ll catch you afterward.”

I fall, tremble, and trip, out of control.

Sometimes, it’s Characters.

I could bang my head against a wall. I want them to go there, and they insist on going in the opposite direction. I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready; just obey me, you imaginary people, and they refuse. They go their own way. I write them as they wish, as they set the pace for them, never me. Never me.

“How’s the book coming along?” he asks, and I tell him to go away. Go away, go away, go away. I’m arguing, you see. I’m the one fighting with fictional characters because their minds are stronger than my own.

“I can’t argue logic, okay?” I snap. So I obey characters.

..

…

..

Clutching my head, fingers digging into my hair, I rock back and forth and try to summon the right voice. I need him to speak, but the noise from another heroine is louder. Write me, she demands, and I don’t have time. I’m sorry, but I need that guy behind you; please un-gag him. I need to write him.

“Will you make the deadline?” my editor wonders.

I scream.

         Vanessa was beginning to irritate me, anything anyone else had done, she'd gone one better. To Clara's gingerly offered poem, Vanessa had poetry published. To Rose's excitement about a catwalk opportunity, she had walked for "names" Apparently Vanessa had modelled, had books published, sang with a band, and started her own company. Not that I thought she was lying,  just gilding the lilly a bit. 

Finally she turned on me 

 "and what interesting things have you done" she asked with a sneer

"Well, one wet Wednesday I walked out of Sirens Strip club with  $23,000 in my pocket"

Vanessa gulped and suddenly needed to go to the ladies

As she left Rosie burst out laughing

"Are you going to tell her that you are an interior designer and had just finished project managing the new bar" 

"No" I replied, smiling 

PART ONE

She sat in the back row of Mr Luca Serra’s Spanish class, as she always did. Her name was April and she was sexy as hell. Today she wore the school skirt, a little shorter than it probably should have been, and a black, loose fitting Metallica tank. Her auburn curls were pulled up into a messy pony tail and dark eye shadow accentuated her green eyes. Black, faux leather cuffs circled each wrist and a choker featuring a silver cross fit snugly around her neck. Underneath her desk, Luca could see her long, fishnet clad legs – legs he quite often fantasized about; running his hands up them, having them wrapped around him as he fucked her, or wrapped around his head as he tasted her sweetness. He had never met a girl like her. She intrigued and fascinated him and he couldn’t help but wonder whether she was into all that kinky stuff he had read about; things he had always wanted to try but had never met the right woman. April certainly fit the profile. He held no doubts that she could make him her bitch and torture him in the most delicious ways possible. His cock gave a pleasant throb as he watched her biting on the end of her pen, puzzling over the work he had set the class. Suddenly, as though she could feel his eyes on her, she glanced up and caught him staring. She traced the pen across her lower lip and he could have sworn she smirked at him. Naughty, lustful thoughts poured through his head of what he could do to that smart mouth of hers and his cock strained painfully against the confines of his jeans. Her gaze traveled down his body to his crotch beneath the desk. Little minx, he thought to himself. If he didn’t know better, he would have guessed she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. But what if he was wrong? What if all the subtle flirting that had gone on between them over the past year was all his own imagination? Perhaps it was time to put it to the test. It would be risky. Teacher student relationships were forbidden after all, but that just turned him on even more. He smothered a groan as his cock pulsed with desperate lust. Usually he tried to keep his thoughts in check during class however, she was making it increasingly difficult. He couldn’t stay here like this. Sooner or later he was going to have to stand up and there was no hiding his raging hard on. He had to get rid of it. What to do? Thinking quickly, he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and held it in front of him as he stood.

“I’ll be back. I just have to go and make a phone call,” he announced to the class in a barely controlled voice. “Keep working through the questions and we will go over them when I get back.”

April watched him leave, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She loved messing with him. He was young for a teacher, not even thirty yet, and she wanted him. Bad. The things she wanted to do to him would have made most people blush. Though he was her Spanish teacher, he came from an Italian background and he absolutely oozed with sex appeal. He was gorgeous with dark, luscious hair and those dark, sultry eyes that looked at her with a desire he tried so hard to hide. She knew very well he wanted her and that he was incredibly curious about her. It wasn’t difficult to tell that he had no idea when it came to the world of kink and the knowledge thrilled her. How fun it would be to teach him, to make him the student for a change. She shifted in her seat as she felt a growing wetness seeping through her panties. Sooner rather than later, she had to have him. Maybe now? A laugh started to rise in her throat but she swallowed before it could escape.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she told her friend Brie who sat beside her. “If Luca gets back before I do, mark my work for me.” It wasn’t a question, but her friend didn’t pick up on that. April was good at getting what she wanted; in all areas of life.

“No worries,” Brie answered.

Without further delay, April darted out of the classroom. She had a guess as to where he might have gone. There was a toilet block across the other side of the school that wasn’t used much as it was quite out of the way. She hoped she hadn’t left it too long to follow him. Picking up her pace, she hurried across the school and caught sight of him just entering the toilet block. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. And it wasn’t the first time she had followed him. Just last week he had slipped out of class and made his way here, completely unaware that she was not far behind. She’d sneaked around the back of the toilet block, where the cubicle windows were open, and strained her ears, smiling in satisfaction as she heard what she had hoped to hear; the sound of her hot teacher jerking off. Knowing he was jerking off over her made her body quiver with lust and her pussy scream for release. Her hand dove into her panties to discover that she was absolutely soaking wet, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure when her fingers found her clit. She worked it hard and fast. The sound of Luca cumming sent her over the edge and she came with him. Then she had waited, listening to the toilet flush and the tap run as he washed his hands. When she was sure he would be out of sight, she crept out and made her way back to class. This time, she wasn’t going to hide. This time, she would take matters into her own hands. Hot on his heels, she walked into the toilet block right as he was about to close the cubicle door and managed to stop it with her foot. His eyes went wide when he saw her and wider again when she crowded into the cubicle with him before closing the door.

“Thought you could use some help,” she quipped with a cheeky grin. 

His shock rapidly turned to salacity. He said nothing, simply waited in anticipation of what she was going to do next as she closed the lid of the toilet, sat down and crossed those gorgeous legs.

“Take off your belt,” she demanded in a tone that left no room for disobedience. He was quick to comply.

“Give it to me,” she ordered.

He did.

“Now drop them.”

His hands shook a little as he undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Did she want him to drop his briefs as well? Fuck it. Now was not the time to hold back. He pulled down his briefs along with his jeans, letting his erection spring free. He knew he was a good size but, would she approve? His heart pounded nervously until he saw her raise her eyebrows in obvious delight and lick her lips. The sight made his muscles clench and his cock jumped. She looked up at him with that impish little smirk. Slowly, she stood and forced him to turn around. Confused, he did as directed and felt something being wrapped around his wrists. His belt? Holy fuck! She really is into that kinky shit! Still, he kept quiet, letting her do as she pleased, wanting her to do as she pleased – anything she pleased. The belt cinched tight. There was no escape now.

“Face me.”

It wasn’t easy to turn with his pants around his ankles but he did as he was told. Her hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, which she soon had undone. He swallowed as she pushed it off his shoulders, revealing his muscular torso. She stepped close, pressing her body against his.

“Very nice,” she murmured into his ear.

Her provocative voice threaded its way through him and her breath tickled, sending a shiver up his spine. He wished she would hurry up and touch him. She wished she could draw it out a little longer, but she knew they didn’t have a lot of time.

“This is going to be quick,” she told him.

Before he could respond, she promptly sat herself back down, grabbed him around the arse, pulled him roughly towards her and buried his cock in her mouth. There was no holding back his groan. How often had he dreamed of those sumptuous lips sliding up and down his dick? Now, here she was, doing just that. He could scarcely believe it. She moaned low in her throat, sending delicious vibrations along the length of his shaft. He gave a small thrust, testing the waters and gasped as her nails scraped across his arse cheeks. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it certainly wasn’t gentle.

“Don’t move,” she growled and took him deeper into her mouth.

Her hands moved to his stomach and again, her nails dug into his flesh. It felt amazing. He chanced a peek at her and she returned his fiery gaze. Neither of them looked away. April had never been so aroused in her life. She could feel her pussy juices saturating her panties and, keeping her eyes locked on his, she snaked a hand up her skirt and pulled them aside.

Luca’s jaw dropped. “Oh yeh,” he sighed then jumped as nails scratched into his thighs, much harder this time.

“Shhh,” she warned.

It was all he could do to nod.

“Good boy.” She went back to sucking.

Both were breathing hard and fast as they neared their climax. April could feel it building. She slipped a finger inside her dripping pussy, spreading her juices over her swollen clit. A sudden thought hit her and she swapped hands, forcing her pussy-juice coated fingers into Luca’s mouth. That was the last straw. His cock erupted, shooting his cum into her mouth. She tasted as sweet as he had expected and he sucked and licked greedily on her fingers. April moaned deeply as her own orgasm hit with brute force but she never stopped sucking his cock, swallowing every drop of semen that poured into her mouth. When he was finished, she dragged her lips up his softening shaft one last time then let it fall from her lips. Luca was panting, struggling to stand on shaky legs. April carefully rearranged her panties and skirt, made sure he saw her lick her lips and rose with all the grace of a queen. She traced her fingers along the scratch marks she had left on his stomach. Reaching her arms around him, she undid the belt. He breathed in her intoxicating scent, wondering what perfume she wore. She smelled so good. Then, to his disappointment, she was pulling away and handing him his belt.

“See you in class.” She laughed as she opened the door and left him with his pants still around his ankles, staring after her as her hips swayed, moving that short skirt almost enough for him to catch a glimpse of her arse but not quite. Oh, he would see that arse, he vowed to himself, and the rest. April had no idea what she had just started.

PART TWO

Luca’s dreams that night were full of her. In them, she was at his mercy as he drove his cock into her slick pussy. Twice he woke in the middle of an orgasm, unable to stop the surge of cum emptying into his boxers. Yet even still, he woke in the morning with his dick as hard as it had ever been. With images of the day before filling his mind, he stepped into the shower. He took his time washing, imagining it was her hands touching him. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he took his aching cock in his hands. It was all wet and soapy and he imagined it was her pussy he was fucking. It wasn’t long before he was cumming again. What was this girl doing to him? Now that he had had a little taste of her he wanted, no, needed more. He didn’t think he would ever get enough. At first, he had thought he would be happy for her to completely dominate him, and he had certainly enjoyed the first experience of that very much except, now he found himself wanting more. That first taste of her had woken something up in him. Today, it would be him making the move. Luckily, April’s Spanish class was the last of the day, when most of the other students and teachers would be gone. It was going to be difficult waiting all day; especially when he saw her during recess. His breath caught in his chest as she turned and her eyes met his, regarding him with an expression that clearly stated, “I own you.” That may be the case, he thought with a sly grin. But he would show her that he knew how to make her his.

The day passed far too slowly for his liking. Finally, April came sauntering into his classroom, clad in all black today. Another skirt, indecently short for school revealed a wonderful amount of bare legs. A tight shirt, emblazoned with the symbol of some band he didn’t know, hugged her slim waist and the deep neckline provided a sneaky peak of her cleavage, nestled into a black, lace bra. He would bet money on the fact that her panties were black as well. With great difficulty, he forced himself to look away and give his attention to teaching the class. She didn’t make matters easy and it seemed his efforts to ignore her were making her angry. He stole a glance at her from the corner of his eye. That was the moment she had been waiting for. Without hesitation, she spread her legs, giving him an uninterrupted view straight up her skirt. He had been right about her panties. He gritted his teeth to keep his jaw from dropping. His cock however, jumped to attention. She didn’t stop there. In utter disbelief, he watched as she casually dropped a hand into her lap and began to slowly massage her pussy. Every sense of logic told him to look away but he couldn’t. Knowing she had him in her thrall, she brought her other hand into her lap and pulled her panties aside showing him a perfectly shaved, gorgeous pink pussy; a sight he had yearned to see ever since he first laid eyes on her. Struggling to control his breathing, he checked to see if any of the other students had caught on to this dirty little game. Thankfully, they were all intent on their work. At that moment the bell sounded, signaling the end of class. Thank fuck, he thought, clearing his throat. Saved by the bell.

“I have your work books here so as I call your name, come and get it before you leave,” Luca called over the immediate ruckus.

One by one he called each student’s name. He didn’t stand. He couldn’t. He was already certain his erection was blindingly obvious though he knew no one could see it. When he came to April’s workbook, he quickly slipped it to the bottom of the pile. In hindsight, he probably should have done that earlier but it didn’t matter. The classroom slowly emptied until it was just the two of them left.

“April.” It came out huskier than he had intended.

She walked lazily towards him. “I saw what you did.”

“Did you?”

She nodded, eyeing him defiantly.

He walked purposefully to the door, checked the coast was clear then closed and locked it with a satisfying click. “Do you see what I’m doing now?”

“I see what you’re trying to do,” she returned with heavy sarcasm though honestly, she was a little shocked and, if she was completely honest, quite turned on that he was trying to take control. Should she let him play things out as he wanted or should she take matters into her own hands? She wasn’t used to being in this situation and was torn between curiosity and the need to be in control. He appeared rather confidant, a vast difference from the wide-eyed, seemingly innocent man of yesterday. Perhaps she had woken a slumbering beast. Trying to act unfazed, she sat herself on the edge of his desk and crossed her legs, hiding what she had only moments earlier been giving him a show of. Before she could decide what she wanted, he was moving stealthily towards her, like a cat moving towards its prey. This wasn’t right. Usually she was the cat. Nervously, she squirmed as she tried to clear her head and make up her mind but the next instant, he was standing in front of her, prying her legs open and pressing himself against her. 

Keeping a firm grip on her thighs he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You have no idea what you have started, little miss.”

In spite of herself, she shivered. “Careful,” she threatened in a soft, silky voice.

“Or what,” he challenged, bringing his face close to hers until their lips were centimeters apart.

Coyly, she closed the gap further, down to mere millimeters. “Or I might bite.”

She was so close he could feel her breath brush across his lips. “Not if I bite first,” he growled, then he crushed his lips to hers, pulling her roughly by the legs until she was sitting right on the edge of his desk, her body crushed against his.

All thoughts shattered and she gave in to him, wrapping her legs around his hips, trying to draw him even closer. He caught a fistful of her hair and jerked her head to the side so his lips could assault her neck, but it wasn’t enough. Softly at first, he grazed his teeth over her skin then gave a tentative nip.

“Ahh,” she moaned.

Encouraged, he bit harder. She gasped and pushed his head into her neck, pressing her chest against him so he could feel her pert little breasts against his pectorals. From her performance yesterday, he knew she would like it rough. Confidant now that she wasn’t going to knock him out, he ran his hands down the sides of her petite body, grasped the bottom of her shirt and yanked it up. As much as he wanted to take her, there was still a part of him that was afraid she would retaliate. Then again, maybe he would like that. Maybe, if he was lucky, she would punish him for it later. But for now, this was his show and he was determined to keep his part for as long as possible. His fingers brushed up her soft, bare skin as he pulled her shirt over her head. April lifted her arms so he could remove it completely. Deftly, he brought her arms in front and wrapped the shirt around her wrists, holding them in place. She was surprised at first, if only for a moment, then she was glaring at him.

“Just what do you think you're doing?” she demanded.

Luca simply smirked at her, as she had done to him so many times, and plunged his face into her cleavage, kissing, licking and nibbling. She arched her back, wanting to feel more yet still conflicted. Luca’s lips moved back up to her neck, one hand still binding her wrists and the other reaching to unclasp her bra. He took a step back to watch as her breasts came free then dragged the bra down to join the shirt holding her wrists. Gently but forcefully, he put a hand to her throat and pushed her down so she was lying flat across his desk, then simply admired her. She was still glaring at him, but he could see the lust building behind those jade-coloured eyes. He took her hands and placed them above her head, letting his own hand move down her neck to her chest. She inhaled sharply as he cupped her left breast, tweaking her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Without warning, he squeezed, giving her nipple a sharp pinch and caused her to squeal, making her angrier, furious at herself. She never squealed. What was he doing to her? She moved under him, twisting as she tried to escape.

“Don’t move,” he said thickly, repeating her words from yesterday.

“Fuck you,” she growled.

“Soon,” he promised.

His dick was screaming at him to fuck her now but he wanted to draw this out. Unlike yesterday, they had plenty of time. Replacing his hand with his mouth, he swirled his tongue around her sweet little nub then moved across to repeat the process on the other. She lifted her head to watch him but he pushed her back down, grazing her nipple with his teeth and biting down on it. She cried out, her body jerking beneath him. That alone was nearly enough to make her cum. 

Luca marveled at her sensitivity. “Shhhh,” he whispered. 

He loved that he could throw her own words back at her. Leaving her breasts for the moment, he kissed and nipped his way down her belly to the top of her skirt. 

“Let’s see if you’re wet for me.” His hand delved under her skirt and straight into her panties. “Holy shit,” he murmured when his fingers brushed across her mound.

The heat coming off it was amazing and she was indeed wet, extremely so. He ran his middle finger up the length of her slit, from her opening all the way to her clit. She moaned and tried to push herself harder into his hand. He hadn’t planned on making her cum yet but now that he could feel how wet he was making her, he changed his mind and began kneading and circling a finger over her swollen clit. Agonizingly, he continued to tease her, watching her squirm.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked.

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Ask me. Nicely. Beg me to make you cum.”

“Please,” she begged. “Please make me cum.”

He slid his finger down to her waiting hole and ever so slowly, pushed it inside her. Shit she was tight.

“Ohhhh fuck,” she moaned as he began to move his finger in and out.

He slipped his index finger inside as well, stretching her open, and pressed his thumb to her clit. She was breathing faster now. Knowing she was close, he let her have it, thrusting his fingers in and out and assaulting her clit with his thumb. He could feel the walls of her vagina clamping against his fingers as her back arched off the desk. He flicked and pressed her clit harder, sending her into a powerful, sweet release.

“Holy fucking shit,” she cried as her orgasm peaked.

He brought his teeth to her nipple and bit down. She screamed in pure ecstasy and her juices flowed freely, coating his hand. He wanted to lick up every drop. Needing to see her, he removed his dripping hand, pulled her up, unbound her wrists and set her on her feet.

“Take off your skirt.”

“Make me,” she challenged, taking a step towards him. She didn’t know whether to be angry that he just made her cum like that or thankful. The challenge however, caught him off guard. How was he meant to make her? His momentary hesitation was all she needed. She pounced, grabbing him by his tie and dragging him to his chair. How convenient he chose today to wear a tie, she thought. Leaping into his lap, she smiled in approval as she felt his hard cock press against her pussy. Keeping him in place, she removed his tie and used it to bind his hands behind the chair then climbed off.

“So, you want to see my pussy?” she purred.

Advantage lost, all he could do was nod. She turned her back to him and slowly undid the zip on her skirt. She twisted her head around to look at him as she let it fall to the floor and for the first time, he got a clear view of her scrumptious arse. Her panties barely covered her supple cheeks. She reached back and spread those cheeks, giving them a squeeze - something he wanted to do himself - then she turned to face him again, her hands tracing across her body to squeeze and massage her breasts, then falling down to tuck her thumbs into the top of her panties.

“Tell me you want to see it.”

“I… I want to see you. All of you.” His voice trembled, hoarse with lust.

Grinning in satisfaction, she inched her panties down, bending forward to slide them all the way to her ankles. As she came back up, she covered her pussy with her hand before kicking her panties aside. She was now naked except for her chunky, heeled boots. Her wetness gushed into her cupped hand and she fought the temptation to masturbate. One orgasm wasn’t enough. She needed more and if she was going to cum again, it was going to be in his mouth. She walked to the desk and sat on the edge, using her foot to turn Luca’s chair to face her. Propping a foot on either side of him, she spread her legs and removed her hand, revealing her glistening lips.

“Come closer,” she ordered him and he used his feet to wheel the chair closer.

She drew her legs up, putting both feet onto the desk and laid back. “Eat me.”

Eagerly, he buried his head between her legs and with the tip of his tongue, licked all the way along her slick slit, lapping up her wetness. She tasted like heaven. Slowly, he circled his tongue around, up and down then back to her opening and up again, using his lips to suck on her hypersensitive clit.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed.

“You like that?”

“Just shut up and eat me,” she growled.

He picked up the pace, flicking faster and faster over her clit and down to fuck her tight hole with his tongue. How he wished he had a hand free so he could work her clit as he tongue-fucked her. Her juices were filling his mouth and he sped up even more, focusing wholly on her clit, sucking and licking in a rhythmic pattern. Suddenly, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck.

“Mmmmm,” he mumbled into her, sending wonderful waves across her clit.

“Ahhh,” she cried and her hands flew to his head, pushing him harder against her as she ground her hips against his face.

Luca was so aroused. Pre-cum was dribbling from the tip of his penis, leaving a wet patch on his boxers. Her legs clamped around him and her body thrashed wildly about as she reached her second climax.

“Holy shit! I’m going to cum!”

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and flicked his unrelenting tongue even faster. Yes, he silently begged. Cum, baby. Fill my mouth. And she did. In one giant convulsion, she let go, squirting her juices into the warmth of his mouth, completely coating his tongue. He moaned as he felt it slide down his throat. Gradually, he slowed his assault, riding out the aftershocks with her, making sure he lapped up every drop she was giving him.

April’s body was on fire. But she still wasn’t done. She needed his cock inside her; the grand finale. When she lifted her head to look at him, her expression was pure, animalistic lust.

“Untie me,” Luca growled, “because I am going to fuck you into next year.”

“Only if I let you,” she snapped.

“Who said you had a choice?” he retorted.

Smirking, she climbed off the table but instead of untying him straight away, she knelt down in front of him and began to remove his pants. He kicked off his shoes so she could slip them off all the way and his dick stood proudly before her, fully erect. Once again, she admired his perfect size; at least a healthy 8 inches long and a decent girth as well, he was big without being too big. She leapt onto his lap, sliding her pussy against the full length of his shaft, feeling it pulsing with need. Leaning over him, she reached around and untied his hands. Immediately, his hands went to her waist, holding her in place as he ground his rock-hard cock against her, watching as it became nicely lubricated with her juices. She was so fucking wet. Lifting herself slightly, April used her hand to spread her juices all over his dick then guided it to her opening, softly pressing the tip against it to tease him, but he had been teased enough. He grabbed her hips firmly and pushed her down, lifting his own hips to meet hers and impaling her fully on his throbbing member. It shocked her, but she threw her head back in ecstasy, relishing the feeling of fullness he gave her. She was so tight. Her pussy walls squeezed and pressed around him as he filled her, so warm, cozy and wet.

“I’m going to fuck you,” she announced.

He leaned back, keeping his hands on her hips and looked at her. “You better fuck me while you can then,” he threatened.

He would enjoy watching her riding his cock, for the moment anyway. He had every intention of bending her over his desk so he could fuck her until he came. He just needed to hold out until then. Gripping the back of the chair for support, April began to move, grinding her hips back and forth as she used her legs to slide herself up and down his shaft. It was a sight to behold. Her tits were on full display, begging for his mouth so he latched his lips onto one of her nipples, grazing it with his teeth, licking and sucking at it. He left one hand on her hips and with the other, ran it up her body to the back of her neck and brought her head down so their lips could meet. His tongue pushed between her teeth, clashing with hers in a hot, passionate kiss. The taste of her was still on his tongue and lips, mixing with their saliva. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back once more so he could kiss and bite her neck, her shoulders then work his way back up to her lips again for her to catch his bottom lip between her teeth. He let go of her hair in surprise and she pushed him back into the chair so her teeth could go to work on him, biting his neck, ears, shoulders; whatever she could get her mouth on. Shit she bit hard. It was painful but at the same time, so damn pleasurable it sent rippling sensations to his dick buried deep inside her. As she went back to kissing him, she scraped her nails across his chest and without warning, firmly pinched his nipple. 

"Fuck!" He grunted. How could that feel so good?

Their tempo increased as he thrust up, meeting her pace. The room was filled with the sound of their panting.

“My turn.” 

With that, Luca placed his hands under April's bottom and lifted her off him as he stood. He grabbed her arm and forced her to the desk, took hold once more to the back of her neck and pushed her down so her torso was lying flat against the desk top. Quickly, he found his pants and the condom he had stashed in his pocket for this very occasion. He rolled it on then, using his foot, he spread her legs and brought his hand down to slap smartly across her arse.

“I’m going to fuck you now, hard and fast.”

“Do it,” she growled. “Fuck me.”

He slapped her arse again and she groaned, then, he locked his hands onto her hips and in one motion buried his cock deep back inside her. Where it belongs. That thought came unbidden to his mind and he shook his head. No time for that. It's time to show her what I can really do, and he began to thrust. Wanting to draw it out as long as possible, he started slow, pushing all the way in then pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her again. He leaned forward, kissing up her spine, running his hands over her body, scratching gently then a little harder, taking his time to explore. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he gripped her hips hard and began to thrust in earnest, pounding in and out of her pussy. She met him thrust for thrust, pushing her arse up and back, presenting it to him. Taking up the invitation, he spread her cheeks and saw her cute, puckered arsehole. He wet his finger with saliva and ran it up her crack. Knowing what he was planning, she pushed her arse up, giving him permission. He tickled her arsehole then gently began to slide a finger inside. She gasped and spread her legs wider. Her arse was so tight. One day I’ll fuck that arse. But for today, his finger would have to do. He wanted her to cum with him so, when he felt he was close, he ordered her to play with her clit. Her hand rushed to obey and she groaned as every sensitive spot was being given attention. Her nipples were rubbing on the desk top, her pussy was being fucked, her arse was being fingered and her clit was getting all the rubbing she could muster up. Sweat slicked their skin, both grunting and moaning their pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” he told her. “Cum with me, baby. Cum for me.”

His words were the final push she needed and she cried out as her orgasm exploded in the most powerful climax she had ever had. Her pussy walls tightened deliciously around his dick and with a final thrust, he too spilled his load. Pleasant aftershocks ran through them and he stayed buried in her sopping pussy for several minutes until they both returned from their high. When he finally pulled out, he helped her to stand and took her in his arms, surprised to find that he was feeling quite fond of her. Maybe it was more than just lust he felt. Only time would tell, but they both knew this would not be their last adventure. There was much, much more to come.

She was too honest for her own good. “When you were out of town last night, I had a fling with another man. I am so sorry!”

He paused, trying to get control of himself but couldn’t contain his rage. Striding across the room, he grabbed her by the throat, choking her until she drew her last breath. The perpetrator was arrested the next day.

Carl was the foreman of the jury who heard the case. “The jury finds the defendant guilty” he said as he read the verdict.

Unfortunately, the police had mistakenly arrested the man with whom the honest young lady had the one night stand. His DNA was all over her apartment and he had left traces in her panties which they found in her laundry hamper.

Carl, the jury foreman, smiled, knowing his girlfriend and her lover got exactly what they deserved!