Consequences (closed)

[VixenEV]

I could not recall ever meeting a single man who didn't know the length of his cock. Trevor seemed so reluctant to talk about it, so much so that he left a sentence hanging in the air. I didn't prod. Perhaps one day he would open up to me, but I didn't think today was that day.

I finished my glass and refilled, using the excuse to sit down again, this time right next to him on the couch. His face told me that I'd hit on a sensitive subject, so I switched focus. There were things about the room we were in that he could never guess.

"It's unfortunate that you've been made to feel shame about a gift. I promise I'll never make you feel that way."

Casually, I picked up the remote. When I clicked on the tv, it was tuned automatically to a news channel, like it always was.

"Enough about that. Did I tell you the private rooms here have a few special features? Here's one."

I punched in my code and the channel changed. We were looking at a room with a bed, what appeared to be a live feed, and a couple. The woman lifted the man's shirt over his head. It was fairly clear where this little scene was going.

I crossed my legs again, this time bumping knees with him.

"Don't worry. They know someone may be watching. And they like it."

 

[saedo]

"It's unfortunate that you've been made to feel shame about a gift. I promise I'll never make you feel that way."

I looked up and met her gaze. Despite the way she'd levered me into this position, she seemed sincere. "That's kind of you to say," I murmured. "But that isn't the first time I've heard that." I sighed. "They always think I'm exaggerating."

Ms. Levitt's expression didn't vary. She held my gaze for a few beats then turned towards the far wall. " Enough about that. Did I tell you the private rooms here have a few special features? Here's one."

Picking up a remote from the coffee table, she aimed it at the TV. The screen flickered to life. The picture changed as she switched channels.

She settled on an image of a man and woman. The room they occupied was lit by a single overhead light. The walls and floor were black; beyond the white sheets of the bed at the center of the screen, the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.

The man and woman were both wearing lacy masks that obscured their faces. The pair stood close, their hands entwined. They embraced for a moment, then the woman stepped back. Her hands reached for her companion's shirt and removed it.

I watched as the woman turned her attention to the man's pants. That's when I realized what was niggling at my mind. "The camera angle isn't changing," I murmured. "This isn't a film, is it?"

"Don't worry," Ms. Levitt advised. "They know someone may be watching. And they like it."

I turned back to the screen. The man was down to his underwear and the woman was on her knees. Judging from the modest cylindrical bulge along the front of his boxers, he was already quite aroused. The woman seemed quite pleased; she began to tug down the waistband.

I turned my head, uncomfortable at the tingling in my own groin. "This seems . . . wrong. It's like we're peeping Toms."

 

[VixenEV]

"Well, we are peeping toms. But that's what's great about these private rooms. Consent, no recording. We have masks of our own and a bed, if we ever want to put on a show."

I gestured behind us, the black door that he had overlooked, the masks hanging on the knob.

"Probably not tonight, I'd imagine."

I watched him, his eyes hungry, but ashamed of the hunger. I kept forgetting how young he was, he was so self-possessed. Not many men at the office would dare show anger to me, but even under blackmail, he kept a defiant air. He was snotty, too smart, and more damaged than I had known. I would have to tread very carefully.

Because I liked him. I pushed the thought down. Toy, toy.

His accent made everything sound so polite. I couldn't wait to hear him say dirty words, to hear his strained moans.

On the screen, the couple was progressing. The woman was naked now, the man too. His cock was average, but eager, rock hard. While we watched, the woman gave a flirty little wave, aware of the camera. She was turned toward us. His hands came up, cupping her breasts. He pinched her nipples to attention and she let out a throaty groan.

"She's beautiful. Him, hmm. All right. A six in my estimation. I like a man with...a little more going on downstairs."

I circled my fingernail on his knee while I talked and we looked at the screen, not each other.

 

[saedo]

"We have masks of our own and a bed, if we ever want to put on a show."

I recoiled as she pulled back one of the wall curtains to reveal a door to some inner room. Alongside it were several knobs, each supporting a similar lace mask similar to the ones worn by the couple on screen. Either the club wanted to offer variety, or the beds sometimes hosted more than just two lovers.

"Probably not tonight, I'd imagine," Ms. Levitt observed as she watched my reaction.

"I should think not!" I replied, my British upbringing coming through strongly in my indignation. "I did not agree to become some. . . some . . . sideshow! To be paraded around some circus freak for the amusement of complete strangers!"

Ms. Levitt regarded me her blue eyes. Her lips retained that same mysterious half smile. My own living Mona Lisa.

Her eyes returned to the screen. "She's beautiful. Him, hmm. All right. A six in my estimation. I like a man with...a little more going on downstairs." Without looking at me, she circled a finger on my knee. Her nail was immaculately manicured, like the rest of her.

I choked off a fierce retort. My words seemed to have little impact on her. Rather, she seemed amused whenever she provoked a reaction. It was like she'd gone sports fishing and hooked a big marlin - she liked watching me leap around on the hook as she reeled me in.

I closed my eyes and tried to shut it out. The quiet of the room was suddenly disrupted by the sounds of moans. I opened them to see the volume level on the TV rising as Ms. Levitt thumbed the remote. Apparently the sound had been muted.

The woman on screen had mounted the man as he lay back on the bed. Her back was towards him - all the better for her to face the camera. Her hands clutched at her breasts as she tweaked her own nipples. She smiled lasciviously at the camera before tossing her head back and moaning.

"Is that what you want? To be like her?" I queried. "Is that why you like to watch?"

 

[VixenEV]

I stopped the circling on his knee and moved my hand up his thigh, slowly. Not intrusively. The poor boy was like a skittish bird. For all his protesting, I could see the interest in the depth of his eyes.

"I have been that woman, dear. And you'll find that most people like to watch. Some like to perform, too."

The champagne bottle was dry. I drained the rest of my glass. I hadn't drunk much, so his nervousness must have quaffed the rest.

I leaned in, my lips near his ear.

"Since it's your first day on the job, just this once, I'll give you a choice. You can go home now. Or, I can order another bottle. You can call little Lucy, tell her the party is still going...and stay to play with me a little while longer..."

Ever so lightly, my tongue darted out to his ear, one short lick.

 

[saedo]

Since it's your first day on the job, just this once, I'll give you a choice. You can go home now. Or, I can order another bottle. You can call little Lucy, tell her the party is still going...and stay to play with me a little while longer..."

I shivered as her tongue teased my earlobe. She might be playing, but I was not. I was just a ball for her to bounce around for her amusement. I had to get out of there.

I rose. "You're right, Ms. Levitt. I should go home now lest Lucy start to wonder. Mustn't arouse suspicion." I stepped to the door. "Thank you for the drink."

~~~~~~
When I got home, Lucy peppered me with questions about my new job. "Assistant director? You've only been there a short time. They must really be impressed by you!"

I did my best to explain it without revealing the real details. I was also a bit vague on my new "boss", though that at least came honestly. "I don't really know Ms. Levitt all that well. I have had little contact with her till today. Apparently she's been keeping an eye on me for some time without my realizing."

That night in bed, Lucy's hand slipped around my waist and into my boxers. "Such good news warrants a reward, I think," she purred. Her hands were slippery from the facial lotion she applied before bed, so her fingers glided over my cock. "Wow, you usually don't get hard so this fast. You must really like my new pajamas."

" Good Lord, Trevor, you're so thick! God, I hope you aren't growing again. You get any bigger and I think you might really split me in two on my wedding night."

I lay back to enjoy the massage, but after about 30 seconds, Lucy moaned softly. I found myself immediately reminded of the strange woman in the lace mask.

Lucy immediately noticed. "Good Lord, Trevor, you're so thick! God, I hope you aren't growing again. You get any bigger and I think you might really split me in two on my wedding night!"

The fact that I was thinking of some stranger while in bed with my fiancée turned my stomach. My erection flagged considerably. "I'm not feeling well," I explained. "I had a bit more champagne than I should have. I think I should just try and get some sleep."

Lucy went into caretaker mode and put a cold compress on my head. I feigned sleep until she nodded off. My own slumber took much longer to arrive.

~~~~~~~~~

I arose early. A bit of morning wood wasn't unusual, but the swollen knob resting on my belly ached with desire. It took a very frigid shower to tame it.

I walked into the office with some trepidation. Word had spread about the relative newbie being vaulted into an assistant director spot. I received some congratulations, but the newfound attention made me feel like I was being watched. I retreated into my office as soon as I could.

 

[VixenEV]

It burned. I would never, ever admit it, but it hurt when Trevor left. All of the arousal I had built up fizzled and I left the club alone.

Danica offered to cheer me up on the way out, inclining her head to one of the rooms. Normally, I would have jumped at the chance. I shook my head.

She touched my arm. "Hey, Anne. Listen. He can't be worth it. You could point at anyone in here and have them at your feet."

I shrugged. "Yeah. Sure. Have a good night, D. I'm sure I'll see you soon."

That night, I stripped before bed, sullenly. I always slept naked, hating the constricting feel of pajamas. I stared at the ceiling, profoundly shaken. I felt rejected. Not a feeling I was used to.
---------------
By the next morning, the hurt had turned to anger.

I stalked into the office, heels clicking, towering over the cubicles. I slammed my office door. Donna peeked in, then returned to her desk without a word.

She knew well enough to leave me alone in a mood like this.

 

[saedo]

I had plenty on my desk to keep me occupied. The efficient Donna had already rerouted several of Ms. Levitt's lesser duties to me. It was a lot to take in all at once, but I was appreciated the sign of respect. At least the rest of the office assumed that I had been promoted because Ms. Levitt thought I could do the job.

I half expected to be summoned into Ms. Levitt's office as soon as she arrived. I had no idea how to read her yet. Was she irritated that I'd fled last night? Or did it just amuse her to see me thrash at the end of her hook as she reeled me in?

No summons came, though. I didn't even see her all morning. Eventually I asked Donna about it after lunch.

Donna glanced towards the closed office door and shrugged. "Ms. Levitt was in a mood this morning," she said simply. "She's usually cool as a cucumber around here, but once in awhile she isn't. Main thing is not to ask her if anything is wrong. If she wants you to know why she's out of sorts, she'll let you know. Otherwise, leave it alone. She'll sort herself out on her own."

I regarded that as sound advice. I returned to my office and hunkered down for the remainder of the day.

 

[VixenEV]

I sat in my office all day, alternately angry, offended, and oddly sad. I didn't even go out for lunch. Once, I opened the safe and looked at the file I was using against Trevor. Part of me thought I should reconsider.

Perhaps I had been wrong. There wasn't lust anywhere in his heart. Just another boring man, over endowed, uselessly chickenshit.

Finally, I sent a text to him.

Please leave a report of your day in my outbox. Go home. -AL

 

[saedo]

The new phone buzzed in late afternoon. I took a deep breath. What fate lay in store for me this time?

Please leave a report of your day in my outbox. Go home. -AL

It wasn't what I expected. I'd assumed she'd be demanding something. . . well, I wasn't sure exactly what. Compared to her description of possible tasks I might have to perform as part of my terms of service, this request seemed rather simple.

Ultimately, though, it was her instruction. I had promised obedience in exchange for my lifen I would obey. I drafted the report. I put it in her outbox. I went home.

 

[VixenEV]

I read his report when I was back in my large, expensive apartment. It was boring. I knew he was capable of much more than administrative work. Avoiding him wasn't going to push him any further into discovering himself.

I took off my business clothes, lounging in bra and panties. Matching, silk, made for me. They fit like a second skin.

Flopping onto my bed, I took out my phone.

Come over tonight after 9. Wear a suit.

I typed in my address and sent it to Trevor. I wasn't getting dressed, certainly. But I like the idea of him coming over completely clothed.

At first.

 

[saedo]

"Why does your boss want you at this hour?" Lucy inquired. "What can he want that can't wait till morning?"

I shrugged honestly. "I've no idea. But I was warned when I accepted this position, I'd be working longer hours. I'm also the new guy, so I have to prove myself."

I deliberately avoided correcting Lucy's assumption about my boss' gender. For now, I figured ignorance was bliss. If she knew my female boss was calling me out at night, Lucy might ask some uncomfortable questions.

I kissed Lucy goodbye and headed out. I wondered what destination Ms. Levitt had in mind tonight. Since I was dressed up, probably another trip to her viewing club. Or maybe some other exhibition - she seemed the type to patronize multiple venues.

Regardless, I arrived on time. The height of her building and the presence of a uniformed doorman suggested her apartment was very nice. Certainly better than than the one Lucy and I had. Perhaps if the new job worked out, we could afford to move.

The security guard informed me that I was expected and buzzed me in. Her apartment was on an upper floor, but the elevator whizzed me up in under a minute. Stepping out into the hall, I noted how few apartment doors there were; her place must be quite spacious.

I stood before her apartment and knocked. I found myself pondering if she'd be wearing yet another clingy black dress. I confess that the possibility seemed pleasing to me.

 

[VixenEV]

I answered the door in my lingerie. I had kept my heels on; men seemed to always appreciate that. Wordlessly, I stepped aside so that Trevor could come in, watching his eyes.

The black silk of the matching set molded to my curves, pushing my already large breasts even higher. The panties, tiny, looked as if they could be ripped off fairly easily.

Again, I could not read his expression. He was very frustrating in that way. But he looked impeccable and before the night was over, I hoped that his resolve would crack a little.

"Good evening. On time, I see. A drink?"

 

[saedo]

I stood dumbstruck for a moment at Ms. Levitt's door. Technically she was clothed, but only in bra and panties. My eyes flicked lower. And heels. Very high heels.

She smiled and stepped aside for me to enter. She opened the door only partially, so I had to squeeze past her slightly. The faint brush of my suit against her right breast was likely no accident on her part.

Her breasts were simply phenomenal. Every time I saw them, they seemed bigger than I'd expected. Lucy had always said that anything more than a handful was a waste. Looking at Ms. Levitt, I now had strong doubts about that claim.

Ms. Levitt closed and locked the door behind me. She then strode past me, leading me past the entry way into a large room - a den or living room judging by the furnishings.

I paid them little mind. Two of the most glorious ass cheeks bunched and bounced before me as she led the way. A lacy triangle of cloth covered the center of the two globes, but left their outer halves wholly exposed. Her lingerie was revealing, but not trashy. The net effect was mesmerizing.

At some point I became aware that Ms. Levitt was standing beside a wet bar in the corner of the room. She'd evidently turned only her upper body, allowing her to observe me staring at her ass. I'd been caught, no doubt about it. Her expression suggested that I'd amused her once again.

"A drink?" she inquired. I suddenly suspected that she'd asked me that question at least once before only for me to be too distracted to answer.

"Gwes," I swiftly replied. Apparently I'd also been too distracted to swallow. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes please. Vodka on the rocks."

As she turned to the drink, my manners finally kicked in. "You look very nice this evening, Ms. Levitt. And you have a lovely home," I praised, finally turning my attention to the immediate surroundings.

"I apologize if I caught you while you were still getting dressed," I continued. "I don't mind waiting here if you would like to go finish."

 

[VixenEV]

Trevor seemed affected, finally. He wasn't made of stone. I was gratified to see his reaction to my level of clothing, or rather, the lack of it. I smiled as I saw him staring, throwing him a look over my shoulder.

Inwardly, I congratulated myself. It had been good to ignore him during the day and call for him at night.

I poured his drink, slowly, first plunking in the ice cubes. I wanted to give him a better view of my tits, swaying gently in their expensive bra. I hoped it provided a stark contrast to what he had at home. I splashed in the vodka and handed it over. I poured a glass of wine for myself.

"Oh, I'm as dressed as I intend to get."

I crooked a finger for him to follow me and led the way to my bedroom. It was dominated by the huge four poster bed, covered in a rich maroon duvet and satin sheets.

I sat on the edge, taking a sip of wine, looking him over. It was likely apparent to him why he had been summoned, but part of my pleasure was drawing the whole thing out. I wanted him mad with desire.

"I like your suits. You must have a fantastic tailor."

 

[saedo]

Ms. Levitt made my drink before me. Despite the relative ease of pouring vodka over ice, her technique seemed to require her to lean forward quite a bit. Her cleavage seemed almost endless.

By the time she handed it to me, I was sufficiently warm under the collar that I downed the vodka in three large swallows. Ms. Levitt smiled and refreshed my drink before pouring herself a glass of wine.

Once again, she beckoned me to follow. She led me deeper into the apartment after a couple of turns, we arrived in a bedroom. The furniture and coloring had a distinctly feminine touch. I noted that the color of the duvet went rather well with the tint of her eyeshadow. Yet another non-coincidence, I was sure.

Ms. Levitt sat down at the edge of the bed and angled her legs in parallel. With her thighs together and aimed slightly away from me, I had only a limited view of her lightly covered crotch. The effect gave her a slightly demure air, despite the amount of warm flesh hues on display.

She sipped at her wine, managing to sit in a position that somehow thrust her breasts subtly forward. Her breathing was readily discernible in their rise and fall.

Since I had not been invited to sit down, I was left standing awkwardly in front of her. The situation was most unsettling. I could hardly retreat. For one, I'd been ordered to be here, so an early departure boded unpleasant consequences. For another, as much as I found beautiful women intimidating, I was still reluctant to be scared off by a perfect pair of breasts.

Yet I could neither advance. My dating life was spotty by any measure, but I'd been invited into a few bedrooms in my life. I knew that the standard approach was not to stand idly a few feet away from the beautiful woman in her underwear who'd invited me into said bedroom. But Ms. Levitt was clearly running the show, so I dared not take action beyond her instructions. Moreover, just giving in to the libidinous urges in my head would on some level mean that I didn't have to be ordered to be here. How could I take wedding vows with Lucy if I was so easily tempted.

Consequently, I was almost thankful when Ms. Levitt spoke. Anything to keep me from drowning in my own thoughts.

"I like your suits. You must have a fantastic tailor."

"Thank you; so do you," I replied reflexively. "That is, if you do have your lingerie custom made. I mean, it fits so well."

I was out of my depth and foolishly staring at her bra strap wondering if bespoke lingerie was a real thing. Time to shift the conversation to more familiar waters.

"A lot of my stuff is off the rack actually, but there's this lovely Asian lady who has a tailoring shop not far from my dry cleaners. She's really top notch and not that expensive. Lately I've been having her redo all my pants. Mostly letting out the seams to - "

I realized in my nervous state I'd let my mouth ramble ahead of my brain, but I just couldn't stop myself from completing the thought. " -make more room in the crotch."

 

[VixenEV]

"That is, if you do have your lingerie custom made. I mean, it fits so well."

I was pleased that he'd been looking that closely. The mere fact that he couldn't keep his eyes off of me was heartening. I do have a thing for ordering men around, I admit, but it's no fun if they don't want me.

"I do have it made. Mostly overseas. London and Paris. I travel a lot."

He ran on about his tailor, seemingly trying to full the silence, or use a barrage of words to cover his nervousness.

" -make more room in the crotch."

The adorable way he blundered into it made me giggle. My staff can tell you, my friends can tell you, I am not a woman given to giggling. At the same time, I was seized with the thought that I wished we'd met before his engagement. Why? It was disturbing to me. It's not as if we would have dated. I'm not a dater, as much as I'm not a giggler.

I patted the bed beside me. His shifting was starting to disconcert me.

Once he sat down, still a careful distance away, I could smell his cologne. Not something I could place, but I didn't ask. Further small talk would only make him think more and I wanted to shut off his brain. I wanted to see what his instincts were like.

I took a sip of wine and fixed his gaze, smiling.

"Well, I'm sure the lovely little tailor is quite impressed."

I put my hand on his thigh, where it had been the night before, but moved it a bit higher. After some fumbling, I found the side, where a seam had been laid, not a factory seam. I made a low noise.

"All the way down there? God. I can't wait to feel you."

I brushed the hair away from my neck, drawing his attention back up. My lips were glossed with a pink shine, full and wet. I spoke slowly.

"But not quite yet."

I took a sip of my wine and scooted up the bed. His eyes followed my body as the right places jiggled and I settled myself back against the pillows.

"So, did I get you in trouble tonight? Or did you lie?"

I made an exaggerated thinking face, tapping my finger against my chin.

"I bet you told her your boss is a man. You dog."

I grinned.

 

[saedo]

Ms. Levitt giggled at my blunder, but in a fashion that seemed to be friendly rather than mean-spirited. That she patted the bed next to her to indicate I should sit down furthered that perception. I cautiously took a seat on the duvet, though I made sure to keep a respectable distance.

Ms. Levitt sipped her wine and regarded me for a moment. "Well, I'm sure the lovely little tailor is quite impressed."

I felt my neck heat up at the suggestion. My tailor was somewhat cute, so I couldn't actually deny that I'd never once fantasized about the notion. To be so explicity called upon it, though . . . .

While I was distracted by the implication, Ms. Levitt leaned forward and put her hand on my knee, much as she had done at the club. This time, however, her fingers didn't stay in place. Instead, they crept around to the inside and began to feel up my pants leg.

I wasn't quite sure what she intended till she grasped at one of the redone seams between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened slightly and she made a sound at the back of her throat that sounded much like a purr. "All the way down there? God. I can't wait to feel you."

This time I actually blushed. That she could mix the demure and the bold so effortlessly always surprised me.

She smiled her amused little smile. "But not quite yet."

She scooted away from me and draped herself across the pillows. Watch her curves gyrate and jiggle proved hard not to notice.

"So, did I get you in trouble tonight? Or did you lie? I bet you told her your boss is a man. You dog."

I jabbed a finger at her. "I did not!" I declared indignantly. I lowered my my voice. "She just assumed you were a man." I paused and added in a mumble. "And I just didn't correct her."

 

[VixenEV]

I laughed, grabbing his finger out of the air when he jabbed it at me.

"You...are adorable. So full of perceived high moral ground. You're only here because I've forced you into it, sure. Who made all these rules for your conduct, who made you think you should deny yourself anything?"

I kept my voice light and dropped his hand with a soft smile. None of what I was saying was meant to be cruel, just to point some things out to him. I let my legs fall open, my thighs creamy against the dark red of the sheets. I caught his eyes, with some difficulty.

"I want you to take my panties off slowly, Trevor, while you tell me how you felt at the club last night and why you left me there."

 

[saedo]

You...are adorable. So full of perceived high moral ground. You're only here because I've forced you into it, sure. Who made all these rules for your conduct, who made you think you should deny yourself anything?"

I bristled at her upbraiding. "Rules. . . are important. And there is value in not giving into temptation."

Ms.Levitt appeared unfazed by my response. She just slowly spread her thighs, showing her slender thighs all the way to the lacy triangle covering her vagina.

"I want you to take my panties off slowly, Trevor, while you tell me how you felt at the club last night and why you left me there."

Ms. Levitt was moving things along. I'd been hoping she might just be playing. Thanks seemed less likely now.

I leaned towards her and put my hands on her hips. She arched her pelvis towards me as I slipped my forefingers under the thin waistband. I tugged gently down.

As the triangle-shaped crotch slipped away, I caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. It showed more red than that on her head. It was closely trimmed and seemed to be cut in some sort of pattern. I turned away, feeling a slight rush of blood to my face. And elsewhere.

"I-I didn't like the club. Not what we saw on the TV, at least. It felt wrong, watching those two. Like I was staring through their bedroom window. It made me feel. . . dirty."

I swallowed uncomfortably before continuing. "I left for the reason I told you. I told Lucy I'd be home an hour and you said I could go, so I went home."

 

[VixenEV]

I kept thinking I would see him get hard, see the strain in his trousers. But no. In the time we'd been spending together, I hadn't even seen a hint. Considering all the sexual imagery I'd exposed him to, it was worrisome. Either his tailor was a miracle worker (unlikely, as I was an expert in spotting an erection in suit pants), or he sincerely didn't want to fuck me, or he was a massive prude. The last was the most likely and I was beginning to think that might be unfixable.

I arched up to his long fingers as he slid off the scrap of lace.

"I-I didn't like the club. Not what we saw on the TV, at least. It felt wrong, watching those two. Like I was staring through their bedroom window. It made me feel. . . dirty."

A slight hitch in his voice. He barely glanced at my pussy. I drew my legs back together, hiding any view of the lips. My pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a Christmas tree shape, spoke of the gift under it.

"As I told you, they knew we were watching. I am many things, but I don't have interest in forcing anyone against their will. I know, I know. You would say I'm forcing you. But I haven't. Not quite yet."

I reached up, feathering my fingers over his smooth jaw as he spoke.

"I left for the reason I told you. I told Lucy I'd be home an hour and you said I could go, so I went home."

"I see. She really must be fulfilling all of your needs."

 

[saedo]

Ms. Levitt put her fingertips on my jaw, tugging my chin gently towards her. When I met her steely blue gaze, she tilted her head slightly and observed, "I see. She really must be fulfilling all of your needs."

My eyes widened as the verbal stiletto pierced me. Fear, anger, and humiliation all welled up in me. How could she know? How could she know?!

She probably didn't. She was no mind reader. And didn't every movie seductress appeal to the man's desire for more? That's all it was. A random swing at a likely target.

Lucky hit or not, it hurt. Needs . . . maybe I could claim they were being looked after. Lucy certainly felt so. My wants, my desires, no, certainly not. But in her words, she made sure "the essential" was satisfied.

But could I call myself fulfilled? Could I say that I found sexual fulfillment with my fiancée? I hesitated to answer that question. What would it mean if the answer was not "yes"?

I released the breath I'd been holding for the last few seconds of stunned silence. "You can't have everything," I blurted. "I'm not a a child, life isn't a fairy tale, and you can't have everything."

Ms. Levitt's eyes held me as she patiently observed me. She tugged on my chin with her fingertips and I tilted my head down, too wearied too resist.

At some point, she'd slipped her other arm between her thighs. Two fingers now exerted soft pressure, pulling her delicate folds apart. The tender flesh was a soft pink and glistening with moisture.

I felt the last of my restraint wither away. Only years of practice had let me stave off an erection this long. Even in my mid-teens, my arousal had been obvious through the denim of my jeans, so I'd developed mental tricks to delay the process. If I couldn't stop it before I started, I could often slow the expansion enough to seek privacy before the bulge became obvious to observers. But since I could not flee from Ms. Levitt, I could only wait while my erection ran it's gradual course.

Her eyes locked onto it almost immediately - as if she had a sixth sense for detecting it. The smile tugging at the corners of her mouth suggested that usual mix of pride and triumph. I've yet to meet a woman who doesn't feel somewhat validated knowing that a man finds her sexually attractive.

I'd seen the reaction play out in women enough times to have a good idea of how this would probably play out. Next would likely be a slight widening of the eyes and perhaps a licking of the lips as the bulge crossed the threshold for "above average". The eye widening would continue as the bulge extended further down my inner thigh, eventually culminating in her mouth opening wide when it met her threshold for "jaw-droppingly huge".

If it hadn't already, now was when trepidation usually set in. As my cock reached extension along my thigh, the bulge began to expand mostly laterally. She'd soon realize that I was not just long, but also thick. I'd see the whites of their eyes as the girth crossed the threshold between "I'll really be stuffed" to "Oh God, that's going to hurt". Generally they turned away rather than see anything more. Too disconcerting, I suppose.

 

[VixenEV]

I hadn't meant to hit another nerve. Not exactly. I knew his fiancée seemed perfectly normal and that was how I knew she couldn't possibly be all that he wanted. The poor girl was probably scared of him. Maybe they hadn't even had sex yet.

What a horrid waste.

"You can't have everything. I'm not a child, life isn't a fairy tale, and you can't have everything."

"Perhaps that's true."

In my case it was. Everything but love. But, being that wasn't something I needed, it didn't bother me. It mostly didn't bother me.

The train of thought was unsavory, so I disengaged it. Dropped my hands between my thighs, feeling the moisture that had started when he nimbly removed my panties. Good lord, I was wetter than I knew. I chalked it up to the accent, the suit, and Trevor's ability to keep me at a distance.

"Will you call me Anne?" I murmured, pulling his face down. Since he was so nervous, I would direct his attention to where it should be.

As he watched, I slowly opened the petals of my pussy for him. Slick and soft, just begging to be licked and entered. Both of which I hoped he would be moved to do.

To my delight, I could see a bulge in his pants, finally. I made sure that I kept a neutral mask as I watched him grow. It was a sensitive subject for him, and I honestly realized now that it seemed like a burden to him. That no woman had ever made him feel like it wasn't daunting.

So I kept silent. I reached out and touched it through the fabric, wide and long. A sword, but he kept it tightly sheathed. I knew he didn't believe me, but I had the hilt. I was in no way scared of him, just tight and flexible. Skilled.

I ran my palm along it.

"Take off my bra. Clasp is in the front."

My palm moved up, tracing his length and my pussy throbbed with approval.

"Then kiss me."

 

[saedo]

Ms. Levitt gave me her usual poker face as she watched my cock lengthen and thicken. But this time I could sense she was holding back. I'd seen this reaction, too.

But usually that was an attempt to be polite just before they declined to have anything to do with the monstrosity rising from my groin. Ms. Levitt seemed to be holding back something else: excitement.

Lucy had been that way. She'd been delighted rather than dissuaded by my size. Could Ms. Levitt be the same?

But then why show me such a neutral mask? Was it just her nature? Was it because she was extorting me?

She placed her hand on it. Even still trapped in my pants, her fingers covered only part of its circumference. She pressed her palm against the huge knob near my knee, then stroked upward as far as she could reach.

I felt a pang of desire. Oh, how I wanted to be touched.

I followed that with regret. Lucy had been so kind to me. Was my loyalty so easily cast aside for lust?

"Take off my bra. Clasp is in the front," she directed. "Then kiss me."

More intimacy. I felt a shiver of anxiety at the prospect. But obviously this had to happen. I reached for her bra with great caution. One might have thought I was trying to disarm a bomb so gingerly did I manipulate the clasp.

To my credit, I did get an explosion. Unfettered, her breasts surged forth unexpectedly and I found myself cupping them in my hands. I felt my own eyes widen. I knew she was busty, but nothing like this.

"They're . . . incredible," I whispered despite myself.

In many respects, they were almost the polar opposites of Lucy's. Everything about hers were dainty. I could completely cover them with my hand. The nipples were little red nubs surrounded by slender areolae. Ms. Levitt's overflowed my grasp with ease. The nipples topping each orb were perhaps the thickest I'd ever seen. Each was also surprisingly pink. I found myself wondering how they'd taste.

However, this latest revelation was not without consequences. I grimaced as the discomfort from my groin intensified. No, there was no ignoring this.

"Ms. Levitt . . . ,"

"Will you call me Anne?" she interrupted, her fingertip still gently squeezing my trapped member.

"Anne then. Would you mind if I removed my pants? It's becoming rather tight down there." I winced as another painful throb emanated from the region.

 

[VixenEV]

His mask was cracking. I knew it when his erection started, and the further proof came when my breasts tumbled into his hands, freed from their prison. I let out a sigh, his big hands still not quite enough to fully grip them.

My nipples, bigger than most women's, stood at full attention. I wanted his mouth on them. Instead of telling him that, I just continued to let him look, knowing that his mind would fill in the rest. He murmured a compliment, seemingly in a daze. Perfect. I arched my back, pushing my tits farther into his hands.

"Anne then. Would you mind if I removed my pants? It's becoming rather tight down there."

I smiled. "Yes, please. A very good idea. Perhaps it's best if you just take off all of your clothes, darling."

I moved away from him so that he could disrobe. Arranging myself to get a good view, I lounged against the pillows, my breasts swaying now that they were exposed. I let my legs fall open again, giving him a tableau of a woman ready to be taken.

Though, when we got down to it, I wanted to ride him. I was starting to think he wouldn't mind it, no matter how much he protested about his honor.

Making sure he was looking at me, I slowly and deliberately began to rub my clit while I watched him.