Candid Confessions Bundle #3 (17 page)

Brad was very good with his mouth, and I felt that
it was only fair that I should see what I could do in return. I
slipped my body backwards, and reached down to unbuckle his belt
and unleash the beast within. And what a beast it was. A good solid
length of real, hard cock, with a bulging head that was clearly
ready for action. Well, I’m an action-oriented kind of girl, so I
pulled his pants and undies down, over his knees and off over his
feet. I didn’t want anything getting in my way – I had a job to do.
Brad might consider himself an expert on sex, but I was about to
blow his mind.

I was gentle with him to begin with. I started right
down under his balls, licking them gently and slowly. I was having
the right effect. He leaned right back on the bed and gave out a
sigh of satisfaction. I took his balls in my mouth, one at a time,
sucking slowly and gently. Now it was Brad’s turn to moan. I licked
my way carefully up the shaft, giving him gentle kisses and
caresses all the way up until I reached the tip.

I knew he was ready for me to slip the whole thing
in my mouth, but I made him wait, just licking gently around the
tip to build up the anticipation. After a minute of this, I could
sense he was desperate for the next step, so I gave him release by
sliding his whole cock into my mouth. Hmmm…better than chocolate,
and more satisfying, too. His dick grew harder than ever, the
foreskin stretched downwards, and the bulging tip exploring the
roof of my mouth, then all the way to the back of my throat. He was
big, but I could take it. I sucked and licked until I felt the
sensation was becoming too much. Heck, I didn’t want him to come
yet – I had plenty of other plans for that impressive erection.

Brad was obviously thinking along the same lines,
because as I sat back, he grabbed my body and turned me over onto
the bed, so that I was lying on my back, my head up on the pillows.
He stripped off his remaining clothes, and then did the same for
me. I lay there for a moment, admiring his finely-toned and
muscular body. He wasn’t a steroid-pumping freak with unnatural
muscles, but just naturally fit and in shape – a man who took good
care of himself, and clearly knew how to take good care of a woman,
too.

Brad leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips,
his body pressing down against mine. His firm erection pushed
against my vaginal lips, and I was ready to take him right then and
there. But Brad wasn’t ready yet. He worked his way down to my
breasts, and explored them again, this time without the
restrictions of my bra to get in the way. Now it was just bare
flesh on bare flesh, and it felt sensational. Soon Brad was on the
move again, sliding down and flicking his tongue around my belly
button, then on to my hips and thighs. I knew what was coming next,
and I couldn’t wait.

I lifted my legs and spread my knees apart, and a
moment later, Brad’s tongue was exploring my clit. My pussy was
soaking by now, and Brad buried his face in my sex juices, lapping
them up as he worked along my pussy slit with his tongue, then back
to stimulate my clitoris once more. That was it. There was no
holding back any longer. I felt the climax coming, and I let it
roll, ripping through my body. I heard myself scream as the spasms
of pleasure rocked through me. The sensations subsided, but there
was more to come. Brad was on top of me again now, his face next to
mine, kissing my cheek as he raised his body to enter me. I was so
wet that he slid in easily, his full length easing deep inside.

Fuck. This was better than sky diving. This was
better than Christmas. This was better than anything. I wanted to
feel Brad thrusting inside me, and he didn’t disappoint. I spread
my legs wider, and he plunged in deeper, thrusting slowly at first,
then accelerating as we both warmed up to the action. Brad knew how
to fuck, I can say that for sure. I’m not sure if it’s something he
learned in medical school in the reproduction classes, but I would
give him an honorary degree in the subject, that’s for sure.

It was like being fucked by a freight train, but one
that cared about you. Brad didn’t slow up the pace, he pulsed into
me deeper and harder. But all the while, he was kissing me,
touching my cheek or caressing my breasts. I knew it wouldn’t be
long before I orgasmed again.

‘Fuck, I’m coming,’ I said, and Brad pumped away
more energetically than ever to take me over the edge. A few
seconds later, I felt the volcanic eruption within me. God, he was
good, but I wanted to show him what I could do, too. I may not have
any fancy letters after my name, but I know what to do when I get a
good length of dick between my legs. Now it was my turn to roll him
over onto his back. I climbed up and straddled his cock, letting it
slide deep inside me. Then I took control, riding cowgirl and
loving every second of it. With my knees pressing into the bed, I
rode up and down, right to the top of his shaft, then riding all
the way down to the bottom again. Then I switched to rocking,
pushing my pussy deep over his dick and moving backwards and
forwards urgently.

Soon Brad could stand it no longer. I could see he
needed to fuck. I leaned forward so that my breasts were over his
chest, and he immediately started pumping. He held my hips in his
hands, riding his dick deep inside me. Then his hands slid around
to my buttocks, pulling me further forwards so that he could thrust
without restraint. My breasts were now bouncing in his face, and he
reached up to get a good mouthful. He took one breast in his mouth,
sucking and licking whilst still fucking me good and hard. Geez,
this felt so hot, I didn’t want it to stop.

No worries on that score though…we were a long way
from being done. Brad certainly wasn’t a two-minute wonder. I guess
he never needed to spend money on premature ejaculation cures. This
guy had staying power. And where he wanted to stay was plunged into
my pussy, an arrangement that was just fine by me. But first,
another change of position was required. Good news for me – Brad
wanted to switch to doggie, and I am always up for a good session
of canine-style action.

Doggie always feels the most satisfying of all
positions, but it’s even better when you have a guy that is big and
really hard. Then you get the full benefit of the deep penetration
that the position offers. I wasn’t disappointed with Brad. I got up
on all fours, and spread my legs to make sure he had easy access. A
moment later, I felt a rocket take off inside me as he penetrated
hard and deep. I arched my back, raising my butt a little more so
that I could accommodate the full length of what he had to offer.
And what he had to offer was a real good pounding from behind. The
bed was squeaking and shaking, and the headboard pounded against
the wall. Shit, this was good, damned good. This guy could fuck at
the Olympics. Soon he brought me to another climax. My whole body
shuddered as waves of pleasure passed through me again. I closed my
eyes and concentrated on enjoying the moment. I didn’t want this to
end, I would have been happy to keep going all night. I couldn’t
think of a better way to spend an evening.

My body was racked with pleasure, and my mind was
loving every moment. This felt so different, so new, so refreshing.
What was different? At first, I couldn’t’ tell. Then I realized
that it felt so good to be with someone who wasn’t just after my
body. A man who had politely refused to take things further on our
first encounter, yet who had really wanted me enough to woo me with
roses and dinner. Not love – not yet, anyway – but something more
meaningful than I was used to. I was surprised at how much I liked
it.

I wanted desperately to kiss him, but that is not
too easy in doggy position. So a moment later, I was on my back on
the bed, with Brad sliding on top of me once more. I think the
women who burned their bras got it all wrong. I’m all for equality,
but let’s be honest…there is nothing that feels as good as lying on
your back and taking a good pounding from a red-blooded alpha male.
I could feel the urgency as he penetrated me once again. This was a
man who was ready to come, and I was ready to take it all.

Brad pumped inside me, slowly at first, taking time
to kiss me and stroke my breasts. But then his thrusting became
more urgent, reaching deeper into me in long, hard strokes. I
looked at his face and saw his facial muscles tense as the pleasure
and the pressure welled up deep inside him. Then he started to slow
again, and I knew the final moment was nearly there. He groaned as
his body tensed and he ejaculated inside me. Then he was kissing me
again, giving one final, slow push to ensure that I got every
precious drop of his love juice deep inside.

After a moment, he collapsed to the side of me. I
could see that like me, he was exhausted but happy. And wonder of
wonders, he didn’t just fall asleep. He lay beside me, stroking my
back and whispering in my ear. I curled up against his chest and
slowly drifted off into a relaxed and peaceful sleep.

***

I was late getting
into the office the next morning, and got a tongue lashing from
Vanessa, but I didn’t really care. I was on cloud nine. Brad had
awoken me early the next morning, and we made love again. And yes,
it was just as good as the first time. We both got caught up in the
moment, and we spent rather longer than we should have enjoying the
touch of each other’s bodies. The result was that I had to rush for
work, wearing the same clothes as the day before, and despite my
best efforts to repair my make-up in the taxi, I knew I looked like
a woman who had just received a good shafting.

But none of that mattered. What was important was
that I had a man in my life, and it looked as though he might be
around for more than a day. What a revelation. I was desperate to
tell everyone – especially Vanessa. I wanted to see her face when
she learned I had spent the night with the man who ruffles even
her
professional feathers. But not yet. For the time being,
I wanted to enjoy the privacy and intimacy of a secret romance.

After a couple of meetings at the office, I rushed
over to Amanda’s studio for another photo shoot. We had three male
models lined up for this one, including my Viking pal, Sven. The
other two I didn’t know, and for once, I wasn’t that interested.
That was a very strange feeling indeed. Hot half-naked men, and me
not bothered? That didn’t seem right at all. I figured it would
probably change when I saw them in the flesh. But in the studio,
although I thought they were cute, they honestly didn’t do much for
me.

During a gap in the shooting, Sven came over to me,
bringing a coffee and looking rather apologetic.

‘I’m sorry about the other night. I had to rush.
Important business, you know.’ Important business my butt. I guess
he forgot he had told me his fiancé was calling. He gave me a cute
grin, the sort that would have melted my resistance (if I’d had
any) just a few days ago. But now I was pretty much immune.

‘Maybe we could meet up this evening,’ he said. ‘I’m
sure we could have fun.’

‘Great idea,’ I said. ‘Why not bring your fiancé as
well, and then we can have a threesome. Or is three a bit too much
of a crowd?’

I walked away feeling rather good about myself. Yes,
that was me, Angel deVries, turning down the offer of some hot
dick. My mother would have been proud of me.

I watched the other two guys going through their
paces in front of the cameras. From what I had seen of them so far,
they were both typical male models – all meat and no brains. Hmmm.,
I wondered. Why make do with half the package when you can get
both? But was Brad really serious about me, or was I just another
conquest to notch up on his bedpost. Sure, he had been very polite
and gentlemanly, but now that I had slept with him, would he still
be interested? Maybe I shouldn’t have had sex with him last night.
Perhaps I should have held out and impressed him with my reformed
and virtuous ways. Relationships are complicated, and it is not an
area that I have much experience of. My relationships usually end
when I wake up in the morning and find that the guy has already
gone.

What exactly had I gotten myself into? Was I now in
a relationship with one of the most eligible bachelors in town, or
was I just imagining the whole thing?

***

I certainly wasn’t
imagining it. When I got back to the office, there was a long slim
box lying on my desk, neatly gift-wrapped and tied with a bow. I
opened it up to find a single red rose inside, identical to the
ones I had received the other day. There was no note, no card…but
there was no need for one either. The rose said everything all on
its own.

I found it hard to concentrate for the rest of the
day. All I could think about was my relationship with Brad. What
did it mean? Where was it going? What was it all about? More than
that, I was trying to get in touch with my own feelings. What was
this topsy-turvy feeling that I sensed deep within me…this strange
yearning and longing that I had never felt before…like a strange
mix of happiness and wretchedness all at once. Was this love? The
idea seemed preposterous, but it was certainly a feeling I had
never sensed before. And yes, it was better than sex. Better, that
is, than the meaningless sex encounters I had mistaken for
happiness for so long.

When I got home, I confessed my feelings to Ellen as
we sat watching TV late in the evening, and she struggled to keep a
straight face.

‘In love? The great man-eater Angel? That’s the
funniest thing I’ve ever heard.’

The bitch. ‘I don’t know if it’s love, but it’s
something I have never felt before, and I like it.’

Ellen tried to look serious. ‘Good for you,
Angel…I’m glad you have found something – someone – special at
last. I guess by the law of averages it was bound to happen sooner
or later. I hope you can make it all work, because it won’t be
easy.’