Victoria Manley - Her Next Victim and Other Stories

"You are in need of my company?” he asked.

"Yes, very much so."

"You make a monk of me, my sweet,” he said, “It has been so long since you had need of me."

"It's only been two nights,” I replied. “I've just been too tired. I'm sorry."

"No need for apologizes, my love,” he whispered. “I am here for you now. Let me please you."

"I'm not sure what fantasy I want tonight."

"Take off your nightgown and let me see your naked breasts,” he told me, “perhaps then you will be able to decide."

I laid him on the bed momentarily and pulled my nightie over my head. Lifting him in my hands again, I kissed his head.

"Mmm … very beautiful, che'rie,” he hummed, “now turn my vibrator on low and rub me over your titties."

"They're called breasts,” I corrected him.

"No,” he refused, correcting me, “tonight, they are titties."

I moved him as he willed me to, easing him quietly over my breasts, listening as he hummed around my nipples, making them harder. He massaged my large nubs and watched as they tightened into pink pencil erasers. He smiled, looking pleased with himself.

"Now, my sweet,” he continued, “take off your pretty panties."

I blushed.

"But then you'll be able to see everything."

"Yes I will, my love,” he reminded me, “and I will be able to feel and touch everything as well as see it."

I bit my lower lip.

"Everything?"

"Yes,” he said, “everything … your clit, your cunt, your ass."

"No!” I said quickly.

"Yes,” he responded calmly, “tonight you need for me to make love to you everywhere. Tonight, I will massage your clit and I will fuck your cunt and you will orgasm on me and you will love it. Tonight, you need to be my slut."

"You talk so dirty to me, Ramone,” I whispered shyly.

"It is because you need me to be this way, my sweet. My words are your thoughts,” he whispered back. “With me, you are neither the wife, nor the mother, nor the caretaker, nor the cook. With me, you are only a lover and I respond only as you need for me to. Now, take off your panties and show me that sweet cunt that I have fucked so many times before."

I again laid him on the bed so I could remove my panties, and again I kissed his head when I lifted him. I could feel him smile.

"You have such a pretty little slit,” he breathed as he looked at it. “Put me close to your sweet clit and let me smell it."

I eased him between my swelling pussy lips until he was almost in reach of my puffy little nub. He sniffed at it as if I were a bitch in heat and hummed his approval.

"Mmm … I love the delicate fragrance of a woman when she is aroused,” he whispered. “Turn on my vibrator and let me taste it."

I flipped the switch and heard the motor purring.

"You know I come so quickly when you lick me there,” I told him.

"When I lick you where?” he provoked.

"Between my legs."

"You have to say the words,” he teased, still not yet touching me. “I want you to be my naughty slut tonight and say the words."

"My vagina,” I murmured.

"That's not good enough, che'rie."

His closeness was killing me. I could actually feel the vibration from an inch away.

"My pussy,” I said a little louder.

"That is still not good enough."

My body was starting to twitch. I needed to come so badly.

"My cunt!” I screamed at him as I took his head in my hands and buried it in between my thighs, “Lick my cunt, you little bastard!"

My body began to convulse with the orgasm the moment his vibrating head touched my clit and I had to turn my face to the side, biting into the pillow in the attempt to not scream out. It felt like a thousand little tongues on my swollen button and my juices flowed over his talented little head.

I lay quiet for a minute afterwards, waiting for the ceiling fan to cool the perspiration that had formed between my breasts. He began to want more and nudged me.

"Are you all right, my love?” he whispered.

"Yes, Ramone, I'm fine."

He nudged me again, touching one of my puffy lips.

"I am hard for you, my sweet."

"Give me just a moment to cool down."

"Very well, che'rie,” he responded, “I will just nestle here between your thighs to keep warm."

I felt him moving in between my pussy lips.

"That's not my thighs, Ramone."

"My head is damp from your juices,” he replied. “I'm just going to put my head inside you to keep warm until you are ready for more."

He pressed in a little more and I began to moan.

"See, my love,” he continued. “It feels so good. Your sweet cunt wants me there."

"N … No,” I stammered, “I want to cool off."

"It is you that is pushing me inside, my sweet,” he informed me, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is take your hand away."

My fingers pressed him deeper and a groan escaped my throat.

"Tell me what you want,” he provoked again.

This time, I could not take the teasing and shoved him in as deeply into my pussy as I could get him. His plastic balls hit my ass.

"Fuck my cunt,” I hissed, “Make me come."

"Oh yes, my love,” he said as he began to jack-hammer the pink wet folds, “I will fuck your sweet cunt with pleasure."

He moved in and out in a continuous thrusting motion, now shoving his rigid hard-on fully inside my wet flesh. He was relentless, never stopping or slowing, and groan after groan began to leave my throat. I could feel him smile. He began pounding my pussy and the reaction was immediate. I could hardly get my breath and my head was spiraling. I loved being his dirty little slut.

"Stroke your clit while I fuck your cunt,” he whispered, “I want to feel you come all around me."

The fingers of my left hand went to my swollen little button as Ramone shoved himself all the way up inside me, and the orgasm that followed was the hardest I had ever experienced in my life. I threw my head back and moaned, praying that I had not been heard outside the room.

The eruption left me exhausted and breathless and I let my hands fall to my sides. Ramone stayed inside me for a moment then began to slip out with each contraction of my pubic muscles. At long last, his cock head emerged from my body and he lay quietly between my thighs.

"Che'rie?” he whispered.

"Yes, Ramone?"

"I'm cold."

I smiled and reached between my legs to pick him up.

"Lick your juices off of me, please,” he begged.

I began to suck, tasting my cum on his shiny little body. He purred softly as I cleaned him with my tongue.

"Che'rie?” he whispered again.

"Yes, Ramone?"

"May I sleep with you tonight instead of going back into the nightstand drawer?

I smiled.

"If you promise to behave and let me get some sleep."

He wiggled happily in my hands and came to rest between my shoulder and the pillow.

"Since you are the one that controls what I do, my love,” he said quietly as he snuggled against my neck, “it will be totally up to you."

A dreamy smile crossed my face. I had a feeling I was in for an all-nighter.

I loved working outdoors. I loved everything about it … the sun, the fresh air, watching the things I plant grow, flourish, and make their surroundings more beautiful. Being outdoors kept me in good physical shape too and the lonely, neglected wives in the ritzy neighborhoods I sometimes worked in seemed to appreciate it.

It was like that as I worked in the backyard of Mrs. Simmons's house. I had worked for Mrs. Simmons before and had caught her checking out my biceps and my ass. She had tried to be inconspicuous, but hey, the ladies know a nice hunk of man when they see one.

Mrs. Simmons was a blonde bombshell; built like a brick icehouse, with the most incredible set of C-cups you had ever seen, not to mention that fine, round ass. She looked good whether she was coming towards you or walking away.