One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One (15 page)

John lost interest in the shirt the moment it cleared Robin's breasts, leaving her to pull it free of her head. His hands closed over Robin's breasts again, squeezing them together, rubbing her nipples through the hot pink bra. She had no lace on this one, but her nipples still poked visibly against it, begging to be noticed.

Robin closed her eyes and moaned. "Ohhhh..."

John began to dig beneath the bra, trying to lift it over Robin's breasts.

Her eyes snapped open. "Easy, honey, that hurts."

"Then take off the damn bra!" John barked at her. His dick pulsed painfully in his pants and he needed to know how far she would go. If Robin stayed true to form, she'd retreat any moment now, leaving John once again to satisfy himself alone.

He pulled at the bra again.

"Easy, honey," Robin pleaded.

John reached his breaking point. "Get it off!"

Robin grasped the underwire of both cups of her breasts and slowly lifted the bra out and up, letting John see what he had dreamed about for so long. Her nipples were even larger than he had imagined thick points of fully aroused flesh more than a quarter inch in diameter and three-quarters of an inch 130

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long. The aureoles spread out around them, forming at least three-inch circles at the peak of each wonderful mound.

John felt an unrestrained surge of excited triumph. "Yes!"

His hands smothered the soft flesh and his lips darted forward and sucked in a nipple so hard and so deep that it practically hit the back of his throat.

Robin sucked in a sharp breath.

John let most of the breast slip free of his mouth and began to attack the swollen nipple with his teeth and tongue.

Robin hissed. "That hurts, John. No biting!"

John ignored her protests, working the nipple over hard to make up for lost time.

Robin hissed again and shoved John's mouth off her breast.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a choice then." Robin looked angry, but John didn't care. Too many times she'd pulled back on him. This time, she owed him! If she came through, he'd more than make it up to her, but now he needed to worry about his needs.

John yanked his belt half out of the loops and dropped his pants around his ankles. He hadn't come since Friday morning with Lisa—not even at home last night after Robin kicked him out of her pussy. The head of his swollen cock was purple with need, his shaft corded with urgency. John reached behind Robin's neck and used his strength to urge her down toward his cock. "If you want me to stop sucking your nipples, get down on your knees and suck my dick!"

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know what to do with it, but then she gave into the pressure of his guiding hand and gingerly sank down to her knees. She looked up at him as she took him in her hand and stared into his eyes as she kissed the swollen head.

John's whole body quivered and he almost shot his load right there. Desperately, he thrust himself at her lips.

"Deeper! Suck me deeper!

Robin's soft breasts touched his thighs. She began to ride her mouth up and down on him, trailing her nipples against his flesh, her warm mouth first swallowing him, and then spitting him back out.

"Oh, yes, Robin, that's it!"

John's breath grew faster, harder, his hands on either side of her face. Her breasts stroked his thighs and his balls, driving him right to the edge of restraint. They weren't as firm as Lisa's. Lisa's nipples electrified him while Robin's were lost in her incredible size.

Lisa?

John remembered the phone on the table and Lisa's instructions to him. He was so close he didn't know if he had time to fulfill them. Desperately, he released Robin's head and grabbed up her breasts.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Squeezing himself in Robin's bountiful bosom, John erupted upward in a six-inch spray of semen. Robin pulled back at the first taste, so his sperm spurted on her face and then her neck. Her breasts slipped out of his hands and his cum spattered them as well. He couldn't believe it. For the second time in four days, he spurted like a twenty year old.

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Robin scooted farther away, but John grabbed her naked arm and pulled her back. He locked his lips hard onto hers, ignoring the salty taste of his own seed. His left arm held Robin tight against his body while his right filled itself with her breast. Sperm dripped down their stomachs, but he didn't care.

Robin squirmed in resistance for a couple of seconds, then her passion overwhelmed her revulsion and she kissed him back hard, pulling him just as tightly against her.

When they finally broke for air, John tenderly wiped a spot of cum off the side of Robin's nose. "I've finally figured you out," he told her. "Now it's your turn, and I'm going to rock your world."

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Lisa picked the phone up off the floor and set it on an end table. Tossing it had broken the connection to John, so she would have to wait until later to learn how things finished with Robin. She wondered if the blond had run out on him again.

She sat down in her chair and looked Doug up and down.

He didn't have to be so...unexciting. He could be a handsome guy if he ever learned to dress and present himself right, but she did not want to get involved with that. Her problem revolved around what to do with him now. She desperately needed a little satisfaction and Doug had the benefit of being at hand.

"Okay, Doug, there's one rule. You do what I say, when I say it, and nothing else! Got it? Deviate just once, and I'll throw you out on your skinny ass!"

Doug shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yes, Mistress Lisa."

Good God, is that how Doug saw her? Was that his fantasy? Well Lisa wasn't ready to break out the whips for Doug, but she ought to be able satisfy some of his craving.

"All right then, from now on my word is law! And my first law is that
you don't come
unless I tell you that you can.

Understand? Today is about me, not you."

Doug licked his lips in nervous excitement. "Yes, Mistress Lisa."

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"Two, I don't even want you to touch yourself unless I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress Lisa."

"Good, then get down on your knees in front of me! I've got something I want to show you."

Doug scrambled to comply, dropping to the floor directly in front of Lisa's legs. His eyes stared directly at her pussy."

"Eyes on me!" Lisa commanded.

Doug looked warily up at her.

"That's right. Look at my face!"

"Yes, Mistress Lisa."

"Good."

Lisa elevated her folded legs high into the air so that her ass lifted off of the seat cushion. She peeled her sopping shorts over her rear end and slipped them down past her feet.

Sweat beaded on Doug's forehead as he tried to keep his face directed up toward Lisa's while actually staring at her ass and legs.

Lisa lowered her feet back to the floor and then stretched her legs as far apart as they would go. The movement spread her lips apart, letting a deliciously cool rush of air touch inside of her. "All right, Doug, you can look."

"Oh, Lisa." Doug surged forward to put his mouth on her pussy.

Lisa stopped him with a hand to his forehead. "I said
look
!"

Doug stopped, but whined a plea at her. "Please, Lisa..."

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didn't seem to know that. He sat back on his heels and waited.

Lisa stroked her own pussy, enjoying watching Doug struggle to retain his self-control. She had shaved again this morning, leaving only a thin vertical line of hair directly above her clitoris. That line had fascinated John and when she let him back between her legs, she wanted to be sure to excite him again. Now, however, Doug would get a chance to eat her pussy while her two-timing boyfriend fucked his blond bimbo.

"Doug! Your mistress has a mess between her legs. Use your tongue and clean it."

Lisa thought for a moment that Doug would cream in his joy. He lunged forward, grabbing her and burying his face in her pussy.

Lisa kicked him away.

"No hands! No slurping! Use your
tongue
! And start with my legs!"

Doug looked confused so she guided his tongue to her moist inner thighs. He lapped greedily at her flesh, but had only a minimal impact on her excitement.

Lisa guided him to other places with little improvement.

She began to suspect that she had miscalculated, that Doug would never be able to satisfy her when he suddenly buried his face between her lips, and the combination of his nose and tongue sparked just the proper connection for her.

"Oh," she gasped. Then softer, "Oh. That's it, Doug. Right there! Do that again. Ohhhh, yes, do that again."

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Lisa sank deeper into her chair. Doug's tongue actually made her quiver. She slipped her fingers down to her clit to see if she could help him push her further.

"That's right, Doug. Keep doing that. Don't you dare stop!"

Her fingers danced on her wet clitoris, trailing her juices back and forth across the swollen nub of flesh. She could feel it now. Really feel it. If Doug could just get a little more friction.

"Harder! I'm getting close now! Don't stop!"

Lisa's t-shirt rode back up above her breasts, exposing her nipples to the fingers of her other hand. Doug licked and sucked while her fingers on her clit brought her
right over the
edge
! "Oh John! John! John! John! John!"

Lisa's body trembled as she continued to rub. John! She needed John! Why did she keep pushing him away from her?

How could she be sure to get him back?

Something warm and slimy spilled across Lisa's belly. Her eyes flashed open, but she knew what had happened without looking. Doug stood over her, oozing dick in hand, pants around his ankles.

She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn't attempted to come in her pussy.

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"Listen carefully to what I'm telling you, Robin. I promise you you'll orgasm very hard, but you have to do
exactly
as you are told."

Robin lay flat on her back on John's bed, bare bosom staring at the ceiling. She watched him with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

John walked over to his dresser. Unlike Robin, he was completely naked and he could feel her eyes trailing after his half-mast dick. He opened the top dresser drawer and began to sort through his neckties. He stopped when a better idea struck him and he went to the trashcan to fetch out his ruined Jerry Garcia tie.

Robin's apprehension visibly grew. "What do you want to do?"

John's answered with the simple truth. "Make you climax harder than you've ever imagined possible." He placed the tie on the bed just out of Robin's sight. As she craned her neck to look at it, John picked up her hand. Holding the back of her fingers against his stomach, he began to lightly stroke Robin's wrist.

"You see, Robin, I have had a revelation. I think I finally understand you. Do you remember all those times we'd get back from the bars and watch a movie together? Some were pretty hot and steamy. You'd even snuggle up against me during the romantic parts. I think you must have known that you were making me hard."

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Robin said nothing, so John took one end of the cum-stained tie and tied it firmly about her wrist. He kissed her fingers before releasing her hand and crawling onto the bed beside her. His penis dangled near her face as he got to work.

John threaded the necktie around a post in the headboard and tied it firmly to Robin's other wrist. Her erect nipples pointed toward the ceiling. She offered absolutely no resistance.

"You knew I was hard those nights. Didn't you, Robin?"

She hesitated again, so John took hold of one pink nipple and twisted hard. "Didn't you?"

He felt no anger, just a firm insistence that she answer him. A lot rode on his ability to manage this. If Robin went along with his plan, he believed they would both win. She would climax harder than she ever thought possible and he would get inside Lisa again.

"Yes, John, I knew."

"Good, I thought so."

John walked around to the foot of the bed and knelt between Robin's knees. With a quick motion he opened and unzipped her blue jeans. She wore green panties this time and she quivered as he looked down at her.

"And that night we played strip poker? You knew I had a hard on under the table."

Robin responded too quietly for John to hear, so he flicked one of her nipples hard enough to sting. "Didn't you?"

"Yes, John."

"Yes, John, what?"

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"Yes, John, I knew your hard dick was waiting for me under the table."

"And do you know why you left?"

"I was afraid," Robin whispered.

"No!" John grabbed hold of Robin's pant legs and pulled the jeans off in one smooth motion. "No!" he repeated, before tossing the jeans into the corner. Returning to his bureau, John pulled out two long, thin silk ties: one Kelly green and the other black with silver triangles.

He returned to Robin and tied the green tie to her right ankle. "You left me, Robin," he explained, "because I let you.

I never understood that before, but you like to be told what to do. I thought I was being nice and sensitive by letting you make the ultimate decisions, but you don't like that. You wanted me to take control."