A Fucking Investment Ch. 12

"You want our little moment together to be on the Internet? Surely you have friends who would laugh at you if you appear in this state in a popular little film."

I was half dressed. I sorted the shirt, looking for the front, turning it twice before I could puzzle that out simple thing. I stopped, suddenly cold. The spell was broken. "Oh, I see. Blackmail. How much land is at issue, Mrs. Hines?"

I pulled on my polo shirt and zipped my protesting cock back into its claustrophobic trauma. "Mrs. Moreau? How much land do you think is at issue? How much has the board put at risk? Do the women of Holdingsfield know what the penalty for fraud of this magnitude is?"

Dear Yvette stood up. "What is he talking about?" Her French affectation was gone.

I knew it. The bitch was faking it. Ah shit. A real French Maid would have been cool.

"Mr. Gale, you know nothing about it." Mrs. Hines spoke in a low voice, the lilting mocking tone was gone.

"But I will. You want to keep me out of Holdingsfield? Fine. Convince the women of Holdingsfield and I'll leave. Blackmail me and I will end you all. If you ever bring this up again, I will see you..." I stuttered. "Not in hell, but in prison. See how a little pair of tits like you fairs in a real cage!" I was furious and only now realizing it. I felt so stupid. The woman had well and truly beguiled me but I was escaping with my hide intact. Barely.

Aurora covered her tits. "Mr. Gale, I think we will have to agree to disagree. My tits are hardly small! If you insist, then yes, lets leave it up to the women of Holdingsfield. If you persuade fifteen, no sixteen, that is two thirds of the total householders of the community. Get that many under contract and I will will sign with you. You will never do it. Mrs. Lewis already hates you. Others will follow her. Do we have a deal? An agreement to do things my way?"

"If I get two thirds signed to a contract, then you will agree and council the few remaining to complete the transaction? That's fourteen, not sixteen." The bitch did not do numbers.

She nodded. "Fine. But sixteen. That is what I suggest. Do you agree?"

I shook my head. "Fourteen is fair, if you think you can play this game." My mind was returning from the depths of pussy were I had been lately planted. My cock groused. "Two thirds."

For a moment the half-nude woman on her little throne glared at me. She seemed irate that her little pussy ploy had not pulled me in. In the end, she nodded. "Fine. Fourteen. You sign fourteen women and I'll not hinder you." She grinned evilly. "If you have them under contract, you can have them give me a little taste, by that I mean they should taste me, make me come. If you do that, I'll sign your contract too." She chuckled. "Bring them over and have them eat me and I'll count them to your count."

I could not determine if she was trying to obstruct me or if she was just adding a tax on my game, a tax she was intent on collecting. I had the distinct feeling that she was holding her breath, her tits did not move a twitch. I looked up at her eyes and found her cooling regarding me. I nodded and left her on her throne, her maid sulking beside her.

The walk home was utterly unpleasant. I don't know what I thought. I was beginning to believe my own press. I was being lionized but I was no lion in this woman's house. For this moment, for this grounding realization, I thanked Mrs. Hines but I vowed I would have her pussy and ass before I was done.

One thing no Livingston accepted was a threat unanswered. I'd answer her and in spades. Her tits danced in my head, the great moons of her aureoles, and her small, compact body. I sensed that if I got her, Mrs. Moreau and Kiko Azura would not be far behind. Yvette's live-in lover was another matter. She was not a landowner too, and an avowed lesbian so she might prove complex, a variable in this equation. The key word was "avowed" and certainly she was not cock averse. Jeri Lewis meant 5. If Bethlynn...if there were others like Bethlynn, then I had no quorum. She made six and I was on the rivet.

Shit!

I sulked all the way home but opening the door, greeted with Jennifer Simpson, wearing lace-on high heels, laces up the shin, nearly to the knee, the defeat faded. Aurora, Kiko, Yvette, Simone, and Jeri Lewis made five. Five women I could not presently hope to sign to contracts. If there were two others like Bethlynn, I was hosed. That meant, if Aurora was a woman of her word, I had to sign everyone else. I had...I counted on my fingers, I had gotten my dick into four. I had one close, another refusing me—Eve had to be in the iffy column. I was ten short.

Jennifer made sandwiches and we ate together in a companionable silence. It was pleasant to feel like I could just be in my mood even with her there. That night, I sent her to her room and lay down alone.

I was still jangled by the encounter with Aurora Hines on her turf. I lay awake, unable to sleep for quit some time but not needing distraction either. Finally about two, I quit thinking strategically and began to think about tactics. I reviewed my approaches thus far and how I needed to change to get where I was going. I reviewed each of the women I had signed and got hard. When it finally occurred to me that I had a blond beauty sleeping upstairs, I stripped naked and walked up the stairs towards her room.

Curiously, I looked around, struck for the first time perhaps that I was sharing my house with a woman who was a complete stranger. What did I know about her? I looked off the staircase onto the living room, dark now but splashed with lights from outside the house. I thought about Aurora's assertion that she was filming us. I found it highly unlikely in the first place because I could not imagine that either she or Yvette, the fake French maid, or Kiko for that matter would care to have their images caterwauling through the Internet along with mine. Still. Cameras. I looked around my house and tried to imagine how I could wire it so they were not merely unobtrusive but invisible.

The thought was prescient. Tomorrow I would receive two emails that precipitated a change in my circumstances.

The feeling of vulnerability and angst passed before my cock deflated. I finished climbing the stairs, feeling the presence of the willing woman emanating from her room. I cracked the door. Jennifer lay on her side, the valley of her waist accented by the rise of her hip, a graceful curve under the light sheets. She did not have her window open and had thrown off the covers. When I stepped into the room, I felt naked...because I was. Jennifer sighed and flowed over onto her back, her blond hair, white in the darkness, tousled over her face like a partial veil. Her breasts rose and fell evenly under the vest trimmed with lace she wore as a night shirt, a stiff thing that tied in three places up the center barely containing her.

I moved to the bed. This was the first time I dared to enter her bedroom like this. I felt, I felt like I was trespassing somehow, like this was private and I had no business being there. Business, no. Pleasure, yes. I wanted to feel her under me again and shake the nagging sensation of being unable to penetrate Yvette as she eased up onto the higher step and straightened her legs, taking her pussy out of my befuddled reach. A clever trick, that...I shook my head. I needed to focus on something else and she lay right there. I refocused my eyes and found Jennifer's eyes open, glinting in the half light, staring up at me.

When she felt my eyes meet hers, difficult in the darkness but still enough light to allow the connection, when she caught my eyes, she shook a hand loose from the sheet, reached out and took gentle hold of my protruding cock.

"Joshua." She breathed. "You came."

"Not yet." I whispered back, going for the cheap and easy line. It seemed to please her though. Pretty hard to mistake my intent, since I was nude and erect enough to hold a flag. Her hand tugged on me gently and I moved, kneeling on the bed while peeling the sheet back from the remainder of her body. She kept hold of my cock.

She pulled first one, then two, then three of the ties on the bodice of her vest and it fell away from her breasts. They winked into view, white in the darkness, I swear they glowed. She moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs, awkwardly since she kept hold of my cock..

"I want you. I want you too. I want you to take me." She breathed the phrases, one after the other, as though tasting each one as it passed her lips. The room was not dark but gray. Light came from the high window in the offset ceiling and reflected off the opposite white wall. My eyes adjusted to the gloom and found I could see her outlines quite well. Her hand tightened minutely on my cock and I felt the slightest of pulls on it. A sex object's careful demand communicated clearly and so gently as to be a request, utterly without words.

I moved between her legs. The vest was all she wore, now the flaps of it flanked her ribs, framing her upright breasts that even gravity did not diminish. She released my cock and stretched below me, arching her back and flexing her legs. She groaned out an exaggerated yawn, her arms crooked over her face. When she moved them, she was staring at me. One eye glinted with errant light. For a moment we were both still, feeling the entree moment to the main intercourse we both anticipated and dearly desired.

I began to shake.

I had been standing on my knees between her legs. I tipped over onto all fours over her. I hesitated for a moment. Her hand found and again clutched my cock. A shadow covered her face. Me, I suppose but I could hear her breathing, quickening, catching in irregular hitches as it accelerated into panting. I moved my knees against the inside of her thighs, spreading her open. She moaned softly, opening like a hot, buttery roll, succulent and soft. Her hand tightened pleasantly. I lowered my lips to one breast.

She sighed, writhing beneath me, her legs brushing mine. The one hand slipped free of my cock and the other drifted to the back of my head and blessed me while I nuzzled her breast, licking and kissing across the low arc of it before closing my lips on her nipple. She grunted with satisfaction as I pulled the erect button into my mouth, pinching it with my lips and then lashing it with my tongue. She sighed and I felt a shiver run through her body. Her other hand slipped between us, wafting across my belly and she took hold of my cock once more.

Another slight tug, in the direction of her pussy. I let her lead me home. I felt the arch of her pubic mound with the head of my cock. It was prickly; she needed a shave. Down the rough texture of her pubic mound to the pursed lips of her pussy, my attention focused on the sensations of my cock scraping across the bristly plain of her body. At her silken entrance, she hesitated, holding me there while her lips contracted, winking at me, kissing the head of my cock with wet kisses. Her hand loosened and moved lower on my shaft toward my balls. Another slight tug. My cock head parted the drapes of her pussy.

"Oh Joshua, oh god Joshua. I, I was dreaming of this, of having you come to me, just like this. And this moment, when your cock touched me, I opened my eyes and there it was. You and your cock, your beautiful, hard cock." She hummed a moment like she was tasting a savory bisque, testing its spiciness. A slight tug. "Enter me. Mount me. Oh please, Mr. Gale, please come inside me now." Her body shivered. "I want to feel you sliding into me. Oh god, please Mr. Gale. Please!"

I reveled in the music of her urgency, savoring her need to be imbibed like a fine wine.

"Please." She said in a very small voice, her hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock, made more profound by her slightly firm hold on my instrument.

No tug, no demand, just the fervent request. She held my cock but I had to lean down, pressing my cock through the welcoming folds of her cunt.

She exhaled as my cock descended through the strata of her desire, parting her and entering her, pushing deeply into her while she mewled and her body responded, easing the way, turning slick and very, very hot. I felt the heat welling up in her, flooding around my cock. I reveled in this response, aware of the circumstances, that I owned her and was having her but I owed her this too. We had a contract and it was for our pleasure, not just mine. Sharing pleasure, experiencing it at the same time, welding our bodies together in an unique way.

The feeling of her pussy pulsing around my cock shot through me. I continued to lower my body onto hers but her pussy hitched and seized my cock. I hesitated and withdrew. One of her hands found my hip and with just her fingertips, pressed me back the other direction, directing me back into her. One leg lifted, the knee scraped along my thigh. She was completely open to me, completely willing and utterly eager to be penetrated.

So penetrate her, I did. I pressed my cock back down through the rippling folds of her pussy, now running with her pleasure. I halted the descent and when I resumed, her flesh slurped hungrily, sounding like she was sucking me into her body.

Jennifer giggled. "I am so wet. My god, what you do to me, Mr. Gale...er...Joshua." She tittered again. "I like calling you Mr. Gale. Do you mind? It is like, like I am young again and some strong, virile, experienced man is introducing me to sex. I feel like a virgin again, experiencing something new all over again." She laughed now, her voice full of delight. "Like a virgin, touched for the very first time! Sound familiar?" She tittered again.

Rhetorical question.

Her hand tapped my ass. I had stopped my descent to listen to her. My head was on the bed beside hers, my body arched over her, like the beginning of a dome finally put into place. Her legs spread around me. Her lips were right at my ear and she was whispering. The sound of her light voice, the puffs of the labials as she spoke in my ear, it all accented the sensation of the moment.

"Oh I am tingling, inside and out. I, feel this." She squeezed my cock with her pussy, sending electric pleasure zinging through me. "I, my, my pussy, it is like I can feel everything for the first time. I, it can't be so but I, I feel like I can feel the spongy softness of the head topping the rigid length, like I am examining your cock with a thousand, no a million little fingers." She sighed, blowing air into my ear. I groaned as the sensation grew and migrated around my body, skittering along my skin till it encountered the points where we were touching, where it halted, reverberating through me and, I imagined, into her.

She lifted her hips, enveloping my cock in one great gulp. When she relaxed her legs and let her ass drop back to the bed, I followed her down, keeping my cock snuggly fit inside of her pussy. Her ass hit the bed and I thumbed into her, grinding us together. She immediately lifted her legs but did not wrap them around me, instead, she hooked her heels behind my knees and rocked her hips up and forward. She began to fuck me with graceful thrusts from below, fucking herself on my cock.

I was on my elbows over her. Her breasts were mashed between us. My head still drooped beside hers. She kissed my ear. "Having you, having you inside me, having you inside me is glorious." She panted, her heels pulling on the backs of my knees as she levered herself up onto my cock. Her eagerness radiated around us, like a sensual aura. Her pussy contracted, squeezing down on my cock. "You can have the others but you take me. I, oh Joshua, fuck me!" She whispered, delight lighting her voice.

I shuddered, a shiver running through me in direct response to the feel of her clasping hold of me like that. She tittered in delight. "I feel you, Mr. Gale."

"I...I feel you, Miss, Mrs. Simpson."

Her legs contracted and she moved both hands to my ass, bowing up under me to get a firm hold. With her fingers splayed on both cheeks, she continued to pulse her hips up at me, jamming herself onto my cock. I held still while she did this, the stalwart cock suspended just high enough such that she could achieve the pleasurable motion with her hips. She did. For several minutes she kept a steady pace, up and down, up and down. I held perfectly still while the rippling lust wracked my body, radiating from my cock surrounded by her pulsing pussy.

She began to pant, gasping for air. Perhaps from the effort but I preferred to think from the mastery of the pleasure over her body, diverting its normal functions to feed the fire of passion her motion kindled between us, heating and searing us both with its rising heat.

Suddenly the pleasure wave broke over me, like a wave onto rocks. I lifted my ass and hammered my cock down into her, pinning her forcefully to the bed. Jennifer squeaked and writhed under me.

"Oh yes, fuck me hard. Hard, please, please Mr. Gale, I want you to fuck me hard." Her little voice urged me as though from a distance. I dropped onto her, balancing on my forehead and tensed knees while I moved my hands down to her ass. She lifted a little, letting me gain a firm grip, a cheek tucked tight in each hand. She wiggled her butt just a little, as though settling it into my clutches, pleased to be held in the midst of my considerable lust for her.

Her hands fluttered up my back. Hands on her ass, I rocked backwards, crushing our pubic bones together. She growled and her hips bucked up under me. I clenched hard down on her ass with my hands, squeezing each cheek hard, wrenching us together. Her arms looped around my neck.

"Oh Joshua, kiss me like you love me!" She cried but then choked as her body convulsed under me. "Oh, oh, oh my god, coming!" She cried again, her voice tormented with the seething pleasure. "Oh please, fuck me, Mr. Gale. Fuck me hard, so hard. Fuck me hard!"

I chose to do both things but one at a time, one after the other. I halted my ass, cock rooted in her. I carefully lifted my head and kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips were alive. Her arms tightened holding us together. I balanced on my forearms, my knees, and my cock. Her pussy convulsed around me and her hips surged, then jerked under me.

She shook her head loose from the kiss. "Oh, oh, oh again!" She cried out again. Her whole body convulsed then, tensing and arching under me. I got my hands loose from under her clinching ass and struggled to my elbows.

"Fuck me, Mr. Gale!" She cried again, her voice ragged and shrill at once.

I did. I hammered her with my strength, ramming my cock into her each time I rose up, hesitating intentionally at the top of each stroke for a different length of time each time, making her wait, letting anticipation echo till she relaxed just a little. Then I hammered down into her, filling her with my cock while she fought the rising tide of her orgasms.

I repeated this over and over again, filling her with cock and pleasure at the same time, over and over, till she thrashed through another orgasm. My cock, frustrated in the afternoon, regained some confidence and soon I felt the hovering thrill of my approaching climax. I dropped my head beside hers and grasped her ass again. She rocked her hips up on this down stoke, taking me deeper, if that was possible, aligning the chasm of her pussy with the downward probing of my cock. We fit together like a man and a woman fit best, cock in pussy.

For a moment we lingered there; her completely impaled, me completely buried. I swear I could feel the ripples of her pussy coiled about my cock. My hands held to her ass, sealing us together, pulling her up against me. We were still and then out of that stillness my orgasm erupted. I did not withdraw a millimeter; I just pumped her full of cum.