Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (12 page)

Mona handed the
foil packet to him and watched in admiration as he deftly opened it with his
teeth and then rolled the latex down his hard length. Then he raised his arms
over his head and resumed his submissive pose. The look in his eyes, however,
was all dominant male as he watched her and waited, every muscle coiled with
tension.

Leaning forward,
Mona kissed his mouth sweetly. “Thank you,” she whispered against his soft
lips. “I know letting me take control isn’t natural for you but I promise to
make it up to you later. Okay?” She cupped his sharp cheekbone with one hand
and then trailed her hand down his chest until it was resting just above his
bellybutton. The bulging head of his erect penis, just inches away from her
fingers, strained toward her touch like it had a mind of its own. Unable to
resist, she traced the tip with her fingertip, mesmerized by the pearl of liquid
that appeared under the condom.

He groaned
softly. “That isn’t helping. If you really want to make it up to me all you
have to do is climb on and ride me. Now. Before I go fucking insane.”

Mona reluctantly
removed her hand from his fascinatingly responsive penis and rolled to her
knees beside him. With some grace, she swung one knee over his thighs until she
was straddling his hips with her moist centre just inches below the base of his
massive erection.  Taking it in her hand, she gently angled it away from his
stomach until it was standing straight up from his groin. It looked incredibly
large and was much harder than she would have believed. Was this even
anatomically possible? Fear started to creep into her brain but she blocked it
out. This would work. It had to.

Raising herself
up on her knees, Mona grasped Sam’s shaft and dragged the head along her
slippery folds until it was poised at her entrance. She let go of his straining
cock and leaned forward to brace herself on his firm chest as she lowered
herself slowly down his hard length an inch or two.

“Jesus,” Sam
grunted. “You are so fucking tight. I can’t believe it. I’m not hurting you, am
I?” He asked watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

“No. It feels
good so far. I suppose there’s no way we could stop here, is there?”

He barked out a
laugh and shifted restlessly beneath her. “Only if you want to kill me.”

She grinned at
him. “Can’t have that. I still owe you a fantasy. And I always pay my debts.”

His laughter
turned to a curse of pleasure as she slid down his another few inches until she
met some resistance. Scrunching her eyes closed, she forced her body to
continue its downward momentum until she felt a small twinge of pain. It was
over in an instant and then she was able to concentrate on the remarkable
sensation of being filled and stretched by Sam’s rigid cock. She opened her
eyes and her gaze connected with Sam’s. His eyes burned as he stared back at
her.

“That’s it. Take
it all. Every fucking inch. You feel amazing.” Sam broke their eye contact and rolled
his head from side to side. The cords in his neck stood out and all his muscles
flexed as he fought his body’s natural instinct to thrust and plunge into her
hot cleft.

“You feel
incredible too. So much better than I ever imagined. I like it. I like it a
lot.” She felt a little silly saying it, but it was true. She loved the way he
felt inside of her, so big and powerful. She wiggled experimentally and found
that her slick flesh was stretching to accommodate his extraordinary size. She
lowered herself those last few inches until she was impaled completely. She
paused there, allowing herself to savour the sensations between her thighs.

“Baby. You have
to move. Please. Up and down. Side to side. Whatever you want. But I am going
to lose it if you don’t ride me soon.”

She leaned down
and nibbled on his full bottom lip. “Will I like it if you lose control?”

“Probably. But
I’m trying to be all noble and shit.” He gave her a disgruntled look. “So please.
I need to feel you come on my cock. And then all restraint is going to go out
the window and I am going to fuck you, good and proper.”

That sounded
very promising. Now that she was officially no longer a member of the World`s
Oldest Living Virgin Club, she was eager to try anything. So far she loved
everything about sex: from the way Sam felt deep inside her to the guttural tone
to his voice. It was all amazing and she couldn`t wait to experience more of
it.

“My turn first,”
she said and leaned back until she was able to brace her hands on his strong
thighs. Experimentally, she rocked her hips from side. Oh. That was good. She moved
again, this time making slow circles.

“Yes. Like
that.” Sam said as he gently thrust upward, just once. “You look beautiful on
top of me. I may have to re-think my favourite position.”

“Hmmm… I wonder
what my favourite position will be.” Mona experimentally raised herself on her
knees. The head of his cock dragged along her sensitive passage, sending sparks
of pleasure along the way. She bit her lip as she slowly slid herself back down
until he filled her completely again. “You keep talking about taking me from
behind. I think I’d like that. Can we try that next? With the blindfold maybe?”

She nearly
laughed at his expression. He looked surprised but also a little bit shocked.

“Anything you
want. Anything. Just say I can use my hands now and I’ll take you from behind
wearing a top hat and fucking lederhosen on top of a volcano if you want.”

“What would you
do with your hands if I let you?” She asked, feeling so powerful that she
understood how people became addicted to sex.

Sam started to
lower his hands but she reached up and held them against the top of the lounge.
“Just tell me.” Her breasts now hung directly over his lips.

Sam angled his
face forward until he was able to reach out with his tongue and flick one
distended nipple. Hot puffs of air blew against her sensitive skin as he spoke.
“I’d definitely be pinching these,” he said, and gave her breast another long
lick. “But mostly I’d be rubbing that hot little button between your legs.” He
sucked her nipple hard for a moment and then circled it with his tongue. His
words combined with the feel of his mouth on her breast made her feel
light-headed with pleasure. She began grinding her pussy against his public
bone, unexpectedly finding that she could stimulate her clit quite easily this
way. She imagined that she could climax quite easily if she just rocked against
him a little bit longer. But no, she wasn’t quite ready for this to be over
yet.

Mona leaned back
again. Her breast popped wetly from Sam’s mouth and he bent forward as if to
follow her breast with his mouth. But Mona gently pushed him back against the
lounge. Watching him, she took her other hand and slid it over her curves,
pinching one breast on her downward journey and then smoothing her fingertips
over the flat of her belly. “You’d touch me like this?” She said as she flicked
one finger over her clit. She closed her eyes again as her body seemed to
clench around his cock in reaction to that one little caress.

Without warning,
she was suddenly on her back with a very large man between her spread thighs.
Her eyes popped open and she was looking up into Sam’s startling blue eyes.

“There’s only so
much a man can take. Now, is playtime over? Or do you want to continue
torturing me?” He watched her carefully, waiting to see if she was angry or
scared.

She shook her
head. “Torture can be continued later. Right now I’d love it if you fucked me.”

And he did.

His thrusts
began slow and deep. Mona spread her legs as wide as they would go, loving the
feeling of him moving inside and around her. His body moved with powerful grace
as he alternated the tempo of his movements, sometimes grinding against her
clit and sometimes pausing on the upstroke to drive himself deep, deep, deep
into her body. Gradually his thrusts became faster and shallower. Mona found
herself bracing her feet against the lounge so she could move in counter-rhythm
to his strokes.

 Bracing himself
over her with one hand Sam slid the other one down her body until he was able
to reach her clit. He rubbed his thumb over it, once, twice and then whispered.
“Come, damn it. Let me feel you.”

She heard
herself whimper and then pleasure exploded between her legs. Mona came with a
scream as Sam began pounding into her, finally following her over the edge with
a roar that must have been heard all over the resort.

*****

Several minutes later, Mona was
curled up against Sam’s side. Her head was cushioned on one of his corded
biceps and she was idly tracing her hand over his flat stomach. A few towels
covered them but for the most part they were still completely naked. Sam was
dozing but his hand cupped one buttock possessively, even in sleep.

She could still
hear the faint strains of music coming from the wedding reception but no one
had entered the pool area. She wondered if Miss Bright had arranged for them to
have it to themselves. It wouldn’t really surprise her. Delta of Venus Inc.,
seemed capable of just about anything, including making her new and improved
fantasy come true. Once again, it hadn’t played out as she’d expected but it
was still so much better than she’d ever expected. Lying here, with Sam,
looking forward to the next few days together and maybe longer, was all she
could possibly want.

Her reality was
suddenly looking so much better than any fantasy she could ever imagine.

THE END

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Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy

(Book 1 ~ Delta of Venus
Inc.)

By Verena Vincent

Chapter
One

“So, what you’re
telling me is that I can order a man, just like a pizza?” Kayla Foreman asked
with a small frown, raising one slim auburn eyebrow doubtfully at the woman
across from her. Usually this particular look caused panic among her
subordinates, but it wasn’t having the desired effect today. The current
recipient of her Dragon Lady Stare seemed strangely oblivious to her intimidation
tactics.

Kayla couldn’t
actually remember the last time she’d been unable to fluster an opponent. She
was a firm believer in keeping the upper hand, no matter what. Today, however,
she was feeling more like the mouse than the cat for a change. A slither of
discomfort slid through her at the thought of giving up even an inch of power
to anyone else. Especially this woman who sold sex for a living. 

Trying to appear
casual and detached, Kayla crossed her long, silk-clad legs and picked
imaginary lint off her tweed skirt as she waited for a response.

“Not at all,”
said the elegant woman sitting behind the large, marble-topped desk. She smiled
indulgently at Kayla, and leaned back in her chair for a moment before resuming
her rigid upright position. “A pizza has a limited amount of options, and isn’t
guaranteed to satisfy you. Our product, however, is only limited by your
imagination. And if we somehow fail to live up to your expectations, we will
gladly refund your money.”

Kayla gestured
around her at the tastefully opulent office space owned by Delta of Venus Inc.
“Miss Bright. I’ve been running my own multi-national sales department for the
past six years. Surely you don’t expect me to believe that you can make this
kind of profit in this economy without some kind of stipulation to prevent you
clients from demanding a refund. Whether they’re satisfied with your product,
or not?” 

“I can honestly
say that in the eight years this branch has been in operation, we’ve only been
asked to issue one refund. And that was due to an ethical dilemma, rather than
client dissatisfaction.” Miss Bright frowned at the memory, as if still
offended by their imperfect record.

“Only one?
That’s very impressive. What was the dilemma exactly?” Kayla asked, expecting
her to decline to answer, or change the subject. She was quite shocked when
Miss Bright returned her enquiring gaze directly and answered her with
refreshing candor.

“The client and
the Scene Facilitator fell in love. And technically it was not the client who
asked for the refund, but the gentleman. He felt it was wrong to take her money
once he became personally involved with her, so we respected his wishes and
issued a refund.” She shrugged her shoulders and smoothed one hand over her
already flawless platinum chignon.

“You call your
hustlers ‘Scene Facilitators?’” Kayla asked with a smile, making air quotes
with her fingers at the expression. “Talk about grandiose language. Be honest.
Your stable of studs can’t be that much better than what you would find in an upscale
brothel. Only the gender of your clientele is different.”

Instead of
appearing offended, Miss Bright seemed amused. She gave a tinkling little laugh
and shook her head in disbelief. “Our hustlers? How delightful. Our SFs are a
far cry from the street prostitutes you envision. Most of our gentlemen have
prominent careers, absolutely none of them are on drugs. And they do this
because they want to, not because they have to.”

“They want to
have sex with strange women for money?” Kayla asked doubtfully.

Miss Bright
nodded. “Why wouldn’t they? How many people can say they fulfill fantasies for
a living? It’s a dream job for many men. In fact, if you asked any random
fellow on the street, I’m positive he would gladly join our ‘stable of studs’
as you so eloquently put it.”

Kayla crossed
her arms and frowned. “But they have no choice. If a flatulent grandma with a
goiter bigger than my head hires them, they still have to perform, don’t they?
Or do you have Viagra on hand at all times to help out when your boys can’t get
lead in their pencils?”

Miss Bright’s
smile widened at Kayla’s expression but she didn’t lose her professional
demeanor. “Erectile enhancements are not typically used by our SFs, unless
specifically requested by a client. Some women require a man with a great deal
of stamina to achieve their release. But artificial means are rarely
necessary.”

Kayla’s eyes
widened in disbelief. “They never go soft?” She nearly shouted. “Is this what
you’re telling me? No matter what the situation or how weird the request? How
is this possible when half the guys out there either can’t get it up, or can’t
keep it up?”

“Half? Really?
How interesting. And sad. No wonder our service is so popular. But as I said
earlier, erectile dysfunction would certainly be grounds for a refund
considering our objective is sexual fantasy fulfillment. And yet it’s never
been an issue. But this may be related to our screening process. Not only are
all our SFs given thorough physical exams by our licensed medical staff to
ensure they are free of disease and in prime physical health. They’re also
subjected to comprehensive psych evaluations to ensure that they have the
proper attitude towards our clients and their roles.”

“And what is the
proper attitude exactly?”

“Why, it’s very
simple. They must adore and respect women. And feel honored to be providing
this very specialized service.”

“So, they really
enjoy doing this?” Was it possible? Kayla’s career required her to be tough and
occasionally even ruthless, but she prided herself on being fair. Exploiting
another person to meet her needs didn’t fit in with the ethical standards she
required of herself and those around her. She had some real reservations
regarding the idea of paying for sex. However, if Miss Bright was correct, then
maybe some of the shame and guilt could be alleviated and she could actually go
ahead with this rather unconventional method of fulfilling her fantasy. She
hadn’t been having much luck with traditional methods, so maybe her only
alternative was to call in a professional.

“Of course. In
fact, one of our gentlemen once told me that doing this for a living made it
difficult to settle for regular sex.”

Kayla snorted in
disbelief. “Really?”

“Really. The
complexity and detail required to fulfill a client’s fantasy made him re-think
his entire approach to pleasuring a woman. It’s a stereotype, but it also
happens to be true that a man’s fantasy life often extends to the physical
attributes of his partner or partners, and maybe the sexual position they
assume. If he’s feeling particularly inspired, maybe wardrobe, such as lingerie
might play a part. But a woman needs a setting, a story, and some kind of
connection to feel safe and aroused. Our SFs provide those things.”

“Interesting. So
this gigolo, he felt he was serving a higher purpose by screwing these women
for money?”

Miss Bright
ignored her sarcastic tone. “In a way. Does this make you feel better about
proceeding with your registration?” She leaned forward and pulled a red folder
towards her. Opening it she scanned the documents within for a moment and then
looked expectantly up at Kayla over her stylish rimless glasses.

Kayla shrugged
her shoulders and waved a hand at the folder. “I don’t know. This all seems
very strange. Cold, somehow. Choosing a sex partner should be more passionate
and personal than making out a grocery list, shouldn’t it?”

“But you aren’t
choosing a sex partner, Miss Foreman. You’re selecting a living sex object. Chosen based on your preferences and 100% willing to participate in a scenario designed by
you for your ultimate sexual experience. And that is quite different from
selecting a cantaloupe at the market or a sex partner. That term implies that
you are on equal footing in deciding how your scene will be played out. In this
situation, however, you are all powerful and make all the choices. They are
merely enthusiastic props in your fantasy.”

“Wow, talk about
dehumanizing. If they’re just sex objects, then why don’t I save myself the ten
grand and just buy some batteries for my vibrator instead?” Kayla knew she was
being outrageous, but she really wanted to shake this woman’s icy calm.

To her credit,
Miss Bright didn’t flinch. “Only you can answer that question. Obviously, your
personal satisfaction device isn’t providing you with what you need. I’m fairly
certain we can come up with a situation that can.”

“I’m still not
sure. Doesn’t this seem fairly extreme? Maybe I should try internet or speed
dating first. Isn’t that what women do today when they want a man?”

“Those methods
are all excellent options for someone looking for a mate or even a tryst. You,
however, are looking to live out a fantasy. I suppose you could post some kind
of tawdry advertisement on the internet.” Miss Bright waved one elegant
manicured hand at the stream-lined computer monitor sitting to one side of her
desk. “But who knows how long that would take or what kind of individual you
might attract. And you still wouldn’t be completely in control. Whoever
answered your ad might not want to play by your rules. Besides, those methods
really don’t seem consistent with your nature. You’ve become a very successful
business woman by employing the most direct and efficient route possible to
attain your goals. I really don’t see why this should be any different. Do
you?” 

This annoyingly
calm woman made an excellent point. Kayla had come from nothing and achieved
everything she had ever wanted by the relatively young age of thirty-four.
Through determination and hard work she had escaped the mediocrity she had felt
was her destiny, and had never let indecisiveness enter her thought process.
She was a woman of action and logic, not emotion. Never emotion.

Unfortunately,
one can deny their humanity for only so long. And lately, it had become fairly
obvious to Kayla that she needed more than just work to satisfy her. She was
lonely, bored and unfulfilled. Not to mention, horny as hell. If she could just
live out this one fantasy, the one that had plagued her since she was a
teenager, she was convinced that she could move on with her life and maybe
pursue some more conventional dating methods. Find someone suitable to share
her life with rather than a few sweaty hours attempting, unsuccessfully, to
relive the past.

“Okay. I think
I’m ready. Just one more question and then we can get down to the details.”
Kayla reached across the desk and tapped the red folder with her own
nail-bitten fingertips. “Isn’t this illegal? I mean, you are sort of a pimp,
aren’t you? And your ‘Scene Facilitators’ are really just ridiculously
expensive hookers, right?”

This sparked an
actual laugh from Miss Bright, and it transformed her face into something
lovely, warm, and almost human. “I’ve never actually thought of myself or them
in those terms before, but I suppose that would be an accurate description of
our elemental roles. And yes, soliciting for sex is illegal. A victimless
crime, but a crime nonetheless in the eyes of our misguided legal system.
Definitely illegal in Vancouver. In Nevada, however, where all monetary
transactions will occur, prostitution is a very common service. So, you will be
paying D.O.V. Inc., a consulting fee, and we will simply be providing you with
an appointment time and a location where you will meet with one of our
representatives for a consultation.”

Kayla frowned.
“I’m going to end up in a cell with Big Bertha Bull-dyke, aren’t I?”

Miss Bright
grinned wickedly. “Only if that’s your fantasy. And believe me we can arrange
it. Otherwise, I can assure you that you are perfectly safe from prosecution.
Some of our past clients are very powerful and affluent women. And they're
diligent in ensuring that our little operation exists under the radar of the
legal system. You see, their images would become extremely tarnished if their
activities with us became public knowledge. So, really, you have nothing to
worry about. Shall we proceed?”

“I think so.
What do you need to know? Everything is there in my application, isn’t it? I’ve
checked all the relevant boxes, haven’t I?”

Miss Bright took
a pen and circled something on the page she was looking at. “Not quite. There
are still some minor details to determine. For instance, it doesn’t say
anything here about condoms. Do you have a preference? Ribbed? Lubricated? I
assume Magnum-sized is a requirement?”

Kayla stared at
her for a moment before answering. It was downright disconcerting shifting
their discussion from dodging the law straight into penis size. She hoped her
scene facilitator was a lot more proficient at foreplay than Miss Bright.
“Magnum-sized?”

“Yes, of course.
For the gentleman who is rather generously endowed?” 

“Ummm… let’s
check that box. Definitely. But generous for a normal adult human male. Not for
a rhinoceros or a sperm whale, right? In case I need to work the next day. I
don’t want to be walking funny.”

This time Miss
Bright actually giggled. “Our Scene Facilitators are usually limited to the
human race, so no worries regarding adding bestiality to you list of legal
transgressions.”

Kayla couldn’t
help it. She gaped in shock. “Seriously? Women actually come to you with
fantasies about animals? Wow. My cowboy fantasy must seem ridiculously tame by
comparison.”

“Not at all.
Every fantasy is unique and fascinating. And when I refer to limiting our SFs
to the human race, I didn’t mean that we would indulge a client who wishes to
engage in intercourse with an animal. That wouldn’t be an option since a
non-human could not give consent. We also do not cater to individuals with a
taste for children. Not even the pretence. All scenarios are between consenting
adults. Though not always completely human consenting adults.”