Candid Confessions Bundle #3 (8 page)

‘Oh, Angel…that is awesome. Olivia would never do
that for me.’

I took his dick out of my mouth in surprise.
‘Really? You mean you’ve never had a blow job before?’

‘Nope. Like I said. I was a one-woman man, until
now. Olivia was the only woman I ever slept with, and she didn’t
like anything except straight missionary. She came from a religious
family. They taught her everything else was sinful.’

Oh boy, that was criminal. ‘Better make up for lost
time, then.’

‘Yeah, like you said – you only live once.’

I slipped his dick into my mouth, and sucked until
it was rock hard. I could tell that Rhett was ready to fuck again,
and that was just fine by me. I hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and I
felt I was missing out a bit. I lay back on the bed and allowed
Rhett to slide on top of me. He entered me easily and I gasped as
his first stroke took me right up to the hilt.

‘It won’t be as quick this time, I promise,’ he
said.

Rhett was as good as his word. This time, he was
slower and more relaxed, enjoying pleasuring his woman rather than
just fulfilling his own sexual need. I liked having him in control,
deciding how long he would take to bring me to a climax. But the
moment inevitably came, and it was a toe curler, forcing me to dig
my fingernails into the bed as the tremors of ecstasy pulsed
through me. I could feel endorphins flooding through every inch of
my body. But Rhett hadn’t finished yet. He continued to buck within
me, kissing me on the lips and cheek, and grasping at my butt as he
continued to pile drive inside me.

That night, we enjoyed a night of passion more
intense than any I can remember. Rhett had a ball, trying out all
the sexual positions he had never indulged in before. We explored
cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning, various forms of doggy and a
whole lot of others. When Rhett finally came for the second time,
were both exhausted and the sheets were wet with sweat.

Rhett found one of Olivia’s old bobby pins, and
managed to remove the cuffs without much difficulty. So I was able
to snuggle up and put my arms around him, relaxing into the sleep
of the well and truly fucked.

***

When I awoke the next
morning, it was to the sound of hammering. I blinked my eyes open
and looked at the bedside clock. It said 11:48.

11.48 am? I had slept the whole morning away! But
then it had been one hell of a night, and we hadn’t gone to sleep
until nearly dawn. There was no sign of Rhett. I crawled out of bed
and stepped over to the window to see who was making all the noise.
There was a pickup truck at the top of the drive, and next to it I
saw some guy hammering a sign into the ground near the gate. The
sign said:

FOR SALE

Huh?

I went over to my room, showered and got dressed.
Then I went downstairs in search of Rhett. There was no sign of him
in the house, but there was something different about the place. It
took me a moment to realize what it was. And then it struck me.
Most of the photos of Olivia had gone. There were empty picture
hooks all over the house.

I eventually found Rhett in the garage. The hood of
the Rocket was up, and he was tinkering with the engine. He smiled
when he saw me.

‘Hey, sleeping beauty finally awakes! I thought you
were going to sleep for a hundred years…’

I strolled over and kissed him on the lips. ‘Yeah,
well if you remember, the reason Sleeping Beauty fell asleep was
something to do with getting a prick she hadn’t expected.’

Rhett grinned. ‘Well, I don’t remember her
complaining. Anyway, the Rocket is ready for interstellar travel
again. I’ve fixed everything up and put new tires on. You’re fully
legal now, and a whole lot safer. I filled the tank with gas, too.
I don’t want you running out of fuel on the freeway.’

‘Wow! Thanks. How much do I owe you for that?’

‘Let’s call it quits. Last night you showed me how
to live again, and that is worth far more than a few auto
parts.’

‘Thanks, I appreciate it. But what’s with the ‘For
Sale’ sign going up outside?’

Rhett dropped the hood of the Rocket and brushed his
hands. ‘Like I said, you showed me how to live again. You reminded
me that you only live once, and you have to make the most of it.
I’m selling up, and going back to Florida. There’s nothing for me
here now that Olivia is gone. I’m going to quit the police
department and open a business repairing boats down in the Keys.
I’ve got some insurance money to get me started.’

‘Great. Lots of boats down there to keep you busy
all day.’

‘Yeah. And lots of girls in bikinis to keep me
occupied all night, too. I’m going to let my hair down for the
first time in my life.’

‘Well, good on you, Rhett. I see you’ve taken down
lots of photos in the house.’

‘Yeah, I’m going to make the effort to move on. I
will never forget Olivia, of course. But I won’t let her memory
dominate my life anymore. I will still keep her photo on my
nightstand. But I might have to put her face down a few more times.
I’m glad you dropped into my life, Angel. You’ve made all the
difference.’

***

A couple of hours
later, I was on the road again. Rhett and I had said a tearful
goodbye, but we both knew that we were just ships passing in the
night. I hoped he would find a second try at happiness in
Florida.

I stopped at a diner to get some lunch with the last
of my money. As I was leaving the parking lot on my way back to the
freeway, I saw a young hitchhiker thumbing hopefully. It wasn’t
Lars, thank God, or I might have run him over. This guy was
military. He had close shaven hair, and he was wearing a camouflage
jacket. There was an army style backpack by his side, and his boots
were polished in the way only the army knows how. My guess was he
was a young soldier going home on leave.

As far as I know, they don’t generally use handcuffs
in the army. But they do use an interesting array of ropes,
harnesses and shackles. This could be interesting. I pulled over
and opened the door for my boy soldier. After all, you only live
once…and everybody has to sometimes break the rules…right?

Right.

Doctor’s Orders

Me? Trying a steady
relationship with one man? Ha ha! The very idea would have made me
laugh out loud a few months ago...even if the guy is like Mr.
Universe’s brainy brother. I mean, come on...there are over three
billion men out there, and some of them I haven’t slept with yet.
But somehow, I found myself considering exactly that momentous
monogamous scenario. And to explain how that bizarre situation
occurred, I need to go back to the evening it all began. Let’s
start in the middle of the action, as it were, which if I remember
correctly, is when I was...

***

...just about to get
totally screwed in my boss’s office.

‘Fuck!’ I gasped.

Wow! This gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘on
the job training’...but I liked it a lot. You see, I had just
landed the best job in the world...or the worst job in the world,
depending on which way you looked at things. The way I was looking
at things at that moment was on my back with my legs in the air,
and a hot guy with an even hotter erection advancing fast on my
rather moist and very enthusiastic vagina.

I leaned back on the office desk, and pulled my
panties to one side, revealing a hot slit of pink flesh that was
practically screaming for some hard male action. My black pencil
skirt was already up around my waist, and my high heels dug into
the top of my boss’s desk. I vaguely hoped she wouldn’t notice the
scratch marks later. But I wouldn’t have to worry about that until
tomorrow. It was gone seven in the evening, and the overtime I was
putting in was strictly voluntary...and I was very happy to
volunteer.

I had had the hots for Sven ever since I had met him
earlier that day, my first day in the office. He had that tall,
Viking look that never failed to make my heart melt. I had vaguely
hoped that we might hook up sometime....but I hadn’t imagined it
would happen so soon, or be so direct. But I wasn’t complaining.
I’m not the smartest chick on the block, but I know better than to
turn down some good Swedish meat loaf when it comes my way.

The temperature in the office seemed to have roared
up by twenty degrees in the last five minutes. Sven had spent those
five minutes licking my pussy like no man had ever licked it
before...and that’s saying something. Now I could feel so much
sexual energy building that I felt I might explode.

‘Fuck!’ I said again. I was just expressing the
pent-up lust that was growing fast inside me, but my blonde-haired
stud took the instruction literally.

‘OK,’ he said, and a moment later, I felt a good
seven inches of throbbing man meat plundering my eager pussy. I was
so wet that he plunged deep inside me with a single stroke, and it
felt as if his dick was going to reach up into my throat.

‘Fuck, fuck...fuck!’ I said. To be honest, my
vocabulary is a bit limited when I am having sex, despite all the
practice I’ve had. But Sven was anxious not to disappoint, and soon
the whole desk was rocking as be plunged into me, again and
again.

I was beginning to like my new job...a lot! When I
applied for the position of Assistant Editor on Hot and Hunky
magazine in Sydney, Australia, I never dreamed I would land the
job. But somehow, the Editor had taken a liking to me, and here I
was, trying to figure out how things work in the world of glossy
chick magazines Down Under. It was a big change from the American
provincial newspaper I had worked on before. But like I said, it
was the best job in the world...heck, one of my duties was picking
male models for photo shoots...what sane woman in the world would
turn that job down? Hanging out with hot guys all day, and getting
paid for it?

Awesome!

But yes, it was also the worst job in the world. I
mean, how are you supposed to concentrate on your work when you are
constantly surrounded by hot hunks of man muscle? It’s enough to
make a girl weak at the knees.

Well, that was a puzzle I would have to sort out
later. Right now, I was too busy focusing on getting well and truly
fucked. My blouse and my bra were already on the floor, and as Sven
leaned forward, I could feel the rough hairs on his chest rubbing
against my smooth, naked breasts. My nipples reacted by becoming
even more aroused and alert, and when Sven took one in his mouth
and sucked hard, I nearly came on the spot.

I just missed that time, but it didn’t take Sven
long to turn up the heat for the real thing, pumping into my pussy
like the god Thor dishing out lightning bolts. I arched my back and
spread my legs wider so that he could plunge even deeper inside me,
and soon I felt the first tinges of orgasm welling within me. Those
first feelings grew and spread, and then my whole body was racked
with an explosion of pleasure. Sven paused for a moment, with his
dick plunged deep inside me, while we both enjoyed the pulsing
sensation of my orgasm.

‘Oh, my God!’ I screamed. See, my vocabulary is not
so limited after all :)

Sven was no one-trick pony. ‘Doggie,’ he said
simply. A little more courtesy wouldn’t have gone amiss, but I felt
I was in no position to act the polite young lady....not while I
was in the middle of getting a good shafting. So I rolled over
obediently and got up onto my knees on the desk. Sven expertly
pulled my panties down my thighs, slipped them under my knees and
off over my ankles. I got the distinct impression that he had done
this a few times before. In fact, he seemed to know his way around
the female anatomy better than most gynecologists. But that’s just
fine with me...I like a man who really knows how to pleasure a
woman.

Sven spread my legs wide apart to lower my vital
organs, as it were, into shooting range. I knew he was tall, but I
was surprised to realize he was tall enough to enter me without
having to climb onto a chair. I had barely caught my breath when I
felt his very erect erection slipping deep into me once again. And
when I say deep, I mean deep.

Soon my Scandinavian suitor was humping away like it
was the last fuck of his life. My skirt was now pushed up high
around my waist, and I pushed my milky white bum cheeks backwards
to match the rhythm of his forward motion. His throbbing dick
pulsed inside me like a nuclear missile on red alert. Or maybe that
should be pink alert. Sheesh!. It felt so damned good.

Is it possible to have too many orgasms? When I’m
getting drilled from behind, I find they come thick and fast. Well,
what I mean is
, I
come thick and fast. Whatever....I was
coming now, with ripples of pleasure trembling through my body.
Gradually the pulsations subsided, and I waited eagerly for the
next implosion of pleasure....

...and then - and I kid you not...you couldn’t make
this up - his cellphone rang, somewhere in the pockets of his
pants, on the floor. And to my astonishment, he pulled out of me to
answer it. As I lay there, straddling the desk wantonly like a
spare slut at a gangbang, pussy gaping where his dick had just been
pounding me, he found his phone and started speaking in a strange
language that I assumed to be Swedish. Or Norwegian, or some other
Scandinavian tongue. Who cares. I was royally pissed off, and I
hadn’t even got the bad news yet.

The conversation was short, but made a profound
effect on him. I looked round to see him hang up with a look of
panic on his face.

‘It’s my fiancé...I have to go!’

Fiancé? Fuck me. Or in this case, don’t fuck
me...not properly, anyway. Sven shoved his legs into his pants,
pulled his shirt over his head and ran out of the door with his
shoes in his hands. The bastard. I don’t mind sharing, but surely
he could have finished the job with me before leaving. That is, he
could have come before he went...if you see what I mean...