William Davis - Blackmailed

… And then, he collapsed, lying back on the bed, his grip on her head relaxing, then releasing, and his hands fell to her shoulders to fondle and caress them. Gradually, his cock became soft and deflated in her mouth, but she continued to suckle and nibble on it until she had consumed the final drop of his semen; then, with a sigh, she allowed the flaccid shaft to pull from her mouth, moistly glistening from her saliva.

Lifting her head, she gazed at him through heavy-lidded grey-green eyes… eyes that conveyed earthy sexiness, and a worldliness, beyond her years. She rose from her kneeling position and crawled up over him to snuggle down beside him, offering him her lips to kiss.

Arnie crushed her lithe body to him and kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth to taste the lingering male essence of his own cum there. Long and deeply they kissed, their mouths welded together, savoring the sensual communication. Finally, after several moments, Carla pulled away. She looked at him with a glowing anticipation on her face. "That was a pretty good opener… and after you've rested a while… and had a drink we can get to the main course… Okay?"

"Damned right!" he agreed.

"What do you want…?"

"You!" he grinned reaching out for her.

Writhing away from him, she smiled, "So soon? I meant what are you drinking?"

"Bourbon's fine…"

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he watched the provocative sway of her hot-pants clad hips, as she left the bedroom. Damn! She's a sexy little bitch! Exactly what I needed, too! Then, he wondered about her… wondered why she had brought him there. She's been around… but she doesn't fit the picture… of being a whore! He knew, of course, that there were women, who made a point of taking celebrities to bed… And, I suppose I'm that… more or less… now that I've got a shot at the Heavyweight Boxing Title!

He didn't question beyond that. She was his to enjoy… for the evening, at least… and maybe more… if he played his cards right. Hell! Why should I look a gift horse in the mouth?

Bending down, he took off his shoes and slipped off his trousers. His jacket, shirt, tie and undershirt followed, then he lay down, again, on the bed, having retained just his shorts.

Carla came back, carrying tall, cool drinks. She saw him lying there on the bed, relaxed, and looked him over, critically, as she handed him his bourbon and water.

"You know… I was a little bit afraid of you, at first!"

"Why…?" he queried, leaning back against the headboard and taking a healthy swallow of his drink. "I'm just an ordinary guy…"

"When I saw you fight, tonight… it was almost… like you were a trained animal… a trained fighting animal!"

"Boxing's just a skill…" he tried to explain.

"… But, aren't you trying to hurt the other man?"

"Yes… that's part of it. He's trying to do the same to me… too."

"And, you're not angry… at each other?"

"No… of course not!"

"Then… why do you fight?"

"Money… mostly," he answered, truthfully, "but there's the fame… if you make it to the top! I guess that's part of it…"

"Does your wife like for you to fight… Arnie…?"

"No… she doesn't! The only part she likes… is the money!" he grunted. "But I don't want to talk about my wife… right now!"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You!"

"Why…?"

"… Because, you're here… damn it!"

"… And, available…?" she cooed, seductively, kicking off her boots and stretching out beside him.

"… And, available!" he seconded, lifting his glass for another stiff swallow of whiskey. He felt it warming his belly. That's what he wanted… whiskey and a woman… and it had been too long, since he'd had either. Again, he lifted his glass and drained it. Now… for the woman… to fuck!

Setting the empty glass down on the bedside table, he reached out for Carla, his hand going to the full mounds of her breasts. He felt them, warm smooth and vibrant under her blouse and realized that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and elongated, and he felt them spiking into the palms of his hands.

"Christ… let's get you stripped naked!" he grunted, as he began to feel the beginning of a new erection, throbbing warmly into being down between his legs.

She helped him, as he unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging her shoulders, when he removed the flimsy garment to expose her luscious breasts to his lustful eyes.

Her breasts, alabaster white, firmly melon-like, were wide-spaced on her chest, and they pouted, proudly, with the coral nipples standing at alert attention over the darker, crinkled aureoles.

"Beautiful!" he said, with fervent appreciation, as he leaned over her to take a berry-like tip between his lips to suck and nibble, while his hand cupped her other breast, caressingly, his fingers digging into the smoothly pliant flesh. Then, while his lips paid moist homage, hungrily, to the one pinkly erect nipple, his fingers rolled the other, teasingly, causing them both to spear out to even greater hardness. Her little moan of arousal was warm, as her breath washed over the side of his face, and her hands caressed and massaged the heavy muscles of his back.

After a few moments, he slid his hand, exploringly, down over her smooth, flat belly… and found that she still had on her hot-pants. Raising himself up and temporarily abandoning her sensate breasts, Arnie growled, "Come on… Carla, Baby… I want you bare-assed naked!"

"Okay, honey…" she breathed.

Together, they stripped the remainder of her clothing from her. Her panty hose followed her hot-pants to the floor, as Arnie tossed them aside. Now, her perfect body was revealed to him… and his eyes locked on her enticingly rounded hips, mature, marble-white and devoid of suntan lines, their masterfully sculpted curves leading to the downward, sweeping taper of her delectable thighs, to small, dimpled knees. The calves of her perfect legs reversed the long, tapering curve of her thighs and led, easily, to tiny, delicate ankles and narrow, well-formed feet… And, there between the whiteness of her slightly spread thighs, he saw, clearly, the glisteningly moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit, surrounded by softly curling auburn-tinted hair. Her sexual arousal was obviously visible in the tiny droplets of viscid moisture exuded from her cuntal lining that clung to the two budding petals of her inner pussy-lips peeking shyly out at him from the sensitively throbbing little furrow.

Below, he felt the throbbing lurch of his fully erect cock, straining to be freed from his shorts. Damn! I'm hot… again, already…! And, she's ready to fuck… too!

"God! You're lovely…" he choked.

Tiny, mewling sounds came from her lips, as she ground her hips, undulantly, allowing her thighs to splay open a little wider, obscenely revealing the whole of her soft, gently pulsating pussy to his lust-filled gaze.

Fascinatedly, he watched as her slender fingers, the nails red-polished, cupped her own breasts, caressingly, kneading the sensually erect nipples, then her palms lifted the firm, full mounds of them, pointing them at him, almost as though she were offering her breasts to him, as a sacrifice.

Her actions were doing things to him. New, erotic sensations arced in his loins, and his warmly throbbing cock expanded, jerkingly. Christ! I've got to get it in her… now… before it's too late!

… Then, her eloquent hands smoothed down across her flat, whitely smooth belly to her groin, her hands framing the moist furrow of her cunt, where she teasingly spread the cora-line slit to expose the pink, inner flesh of her vaginal opening. Her voice was throatily sultry, as she asked, "Do you want to… fuck me… Arnie, darling…?"

"Hell yes!" he croaked, raspily. "You know I do!"