Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (17 page)

He nuzzled her hair with his jaw. “If it were just your sweet little pussy, your tight ass, and the rest of your dainty body, you’d be sexy as any woman has a right to be. Plenty of men would fall sideways to want to bed you, sweetie. But, then, you’ve got such tits, haven’t you?” Dallas drew his two great hands up her body, deliberately caressing her on the journey up, and cupped each of the heavy globes in one hand and squeezed them gently. She moaned and leaned her back against his front side and watched in the mirror with horror and fascination as his hands fondled her breasts, making her pant even more heavily so that she sounded as if she were on the threat of having an asthma attack, her breasts heaving in and out of his greedy hands.

Anna Marie wanted to close her eyes, because the sight of such large male hands lewdly handling her breasts was so blatantly, pornographically wicked, sending slivers of shame down her spine, and yet making her feel so sexy, feminine, and somehow powerful. And hungry.

“Hmmmm,” Dallas murmured, his lips against her neck, watching the heat spread all over her body, and her eyes narrow with heavy need. “Now, your tits are something else, baby. And you hide them away, don’t you, in your prim little professional dress shirts and jackets. You don’t want anyone to know how gorgeous they are, how round and full and firm they are in a man’s hands.” He gave them a gentle squeeze, fondly. “It’s a shame that you have to hide one of your top assets, kitten. But, I don’t mind. That way, you save all your goodies for your Big Daddy, don’t you?”

Her gray eyes glued to the mirror, Anna Marie shook her head, trying to deny what was happening right in front of her very own eyes and that the nasty, diabolical words that Dallas was whispering in her ear had any lusty effect on her. “No, no. You shouldn’t say things like that.” He pressed his face against her hair and chuckled, and she could feel it vibrating down her spine, down her buttocks, and enter her loins, tightening them even more.

“What’s wrong, little lady? Did your mother teach you to never let a man talk to you with such disrespect? I bet she told you that nice little girls shouldn’t like dirty talk. Especially when the man tells you that your body shouldn’t belong to a nice, quiet librarian like you, but to a high-priced whore.”

Anna Marie’s eyes stretched in shock. “You’re calling me…a whore?”

“With a body like yours, you should be one. And the way you fuck a man, the way you

fuck me, and with your whore’s body, you’d have a clientele from the richest one percent of the population, honey.”

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Now she squirmed, outraged, the shame that she had refused to feel from the first time Dallas plunged his huge cock inside her starting to creep through the haze of passion.

“That…that’s not very nice,” she tried to say in an outraged tone but only ended up

sounding petulant and spoiled. She gasped again when he gave her breast a rough caress, his fingers rolling her nipples.

“Hmmm, there’s nothing nice about your body. You were made to be a whore, with your

luscious tits, sweet little ass, and a hot cunt.”

Dallas was getting turned on by his own words, and from watching his hands fondling her breasts, and seeing the contrast of her small pale body against his much larger, much stronger form. His hands became more urgent, his body pressing against hers. He lifted one leg to rub his heavy thigh against hers, betraying his growing need to penetrate her warm depths again.

“I want you to know how good your tits feel in my hand,” he murmured, trailing his lips down her neck. He took Anna Marie’s hands and put them over her breasts.

She instantly jerked her hands away. “I can’t do that!” she exclaimed, her face

scandalized.

“Shhhh, honey. It’s going to be all right. Everything’s going to be alright,” he crooned in her ear soothingly. He patiently brought her hands back up to her chest, curved them over her globes, and put his hands over hers to hold them in place. Slowly, with his eyes on her anxious, wary ones in the mirror, he slowly rotated his hands over hers.

Anna Marie stared at herself in the mirror with shocked eyes, disbelief clearly written on her face as she watched her hands fondling herself. Dallas gently squeezed his hands over hers so that she was squeezing her own breasts. She couldn’t believe it, but she was actually feeling herself up, as a man would feel up a girl in the backseat of his daddy’s car, as her big Navy SEAL had felt her up so many times before.

What she could not believe even more was discovering just how good it felt to be

touching her own body. All her life, since she realized in her teens that she was cursed with big breasts, she had never known what her breasts felt like with her own hands. It was as if she had, up until now, believed that her body, especially her breasts, was created solely for the pleasure of men, and never for her own enjoyment. It had never occurred to her that she could find any enjoyment of her body with her own hands.

But it was so sinful. Soooooo shameful.

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She couldn’t help but notice how firm and yet how ripe her breasts felt in her hands. And they were so round and full, too full for her own small hands. Their texture was smooth, silky, satiny. Was this why men were so obsessed with breasts? Now, Anna Marie could see why.

“Hmmmm, so you like that, do you?” Dallas growled softly against her hair. “That’s a good start.”

He backed up onto the bed, pulling her with him until he was sitting on the bed with his legs spread, with her in front of him, cradled in the nook of his open crotch. His hands gripped her thighs and slowly parted them so that her legs were aligned with his spread out ones.

“Oh,” Anna Marie exclaimed with shock as she saw in the mirror the open pink flesh

between her thighs. She tried to close them as spears of embarrassment and shame pierced her.

Dallas’s strong hands easily overcame her struggles and kept her legs apart. “No, kitten.

You shouldn’t hide where you are most beautiful.”

She had heard the parts between a woman’s thighs be called many things, but beautiful was not one of them.

“Dal…Dallas,” she rasped, her voice very shaky. “This isn’t right.”

“It’s very right,” he said firmly and pulled her thighs further apart. He tipped her backward in front of him, draping her legs over his, so that her buttocks were tilted towards the mirror.

Anna Marie saw the heavy lips of her labia part, exposing the moist pink folds of her flesh to her eyes. She wanted to look away but she was helplessly fascinated by the sight of her open pussy reveal itself, her small body cradled against the darker, much bigger male body.

“See how beautiful you are down here?” Dallas lowered his head next to hers, put both of his hands between her thighs and pulled her labia apart so that she was fully exposed.

She bit her lip and began to struggle. “Dallas, please. This isn’t right.”

She moaned long and sharply when he stroked one long finger the crevice between the

labia. Her hips jerked against his touch. She felt the heat tightening as he teased some nerve endings near her clitoris.

“Oh, god!” she moaned again, beginning to rotate her hips.

“You’re so pretty and pink, baby,” he murmured,

In the mirror, with both horror and feverish anticipation, Anna Marie watched his fingers move over her slick pussy, pressing against the minute folds. In front of her eyes, he pulled back Secret Affair 107

the protective hood of her clitoris to expose the nub, the pulling of the thick skin sending shivers of pleasure along her loins, making her tremble. She saw that the nub was swollen and red and glistening with her juices. To her own wide, gray eyes, her clitoris looked large. As far as her very limited knowledge of clitoris it might be. She had never witnessed other women’s clitoris to compare. But seeing her own for the first time since that one time when she was thirteen had sneaked a peak down there, her pleasure button looked obscenely large. Was this how other women reacted when faced with their most private parts?

Dallas had called her a whore earlier. No, he had said that her body was made for a

whore. Perhaps she was one, after all. What decent woman with any sense of self respect would allow a man to trap her in front of her bedroom mirror, open up her thighs, and then make her watch as he parted her pussy flesh to her own eyes, all the while whispering explicitly sexual words in her ear, taunting her with the words and his touch? Perhaps she wasn’t who she had believe she was all her life. Perhaps she was not a woman who had self-worth, a sense of pride, as she thought she was. Could it be that deep inside she really had the nature of a whore?

No, she was not a whore, Anna Marie swore to herself. She was a librarian. And a good one at that. She squirmed against his arms, turned her head away from the mirror. But, a few seconds later, helplessly, she turned her eyes back, because it was about the most arousing image she knew she would ever see, a woman’s pussy flesh being played and stroked by long male fingers, more so because it was her own pussy and it was Dallas who was playing with it.

Dallas pressed his lips to her ear and growled, “Do you play with yourself, honey?”

She turned bright red and vigorously shook her head. He gave a low laugh and knew that she was not lying.

He flicked his tongue in her ear, making her shudder. “I like to think that you do, and you will even when I’m not here. When I’m on a mission, I’ll be thinking of you, like this, playing with yourself while you’re thinking of me.”

But, then, that might be dangerous, he thought to himself, thinking of his shy, pixie librarian playing with her wet, pink pussy while he’s in a far-off country. He knew if he thought of her pussy, he’d remember how tight she was for him, and how her small body moved beneath him, especially the way she frantically shook her buttocks at him when the pleasure was clawing at her loins, and the way her breath would hitch, or the way she would wail and then collapse Secret Affair 108

into shuddering orgasm. And he would be thousands of miles from her unable to do anything about it. His dick would be so hard that he’d be ready to hump anything.

With his eyes on Anna Marie’s large gray ones in the mirror, he enclosed his thumb and forefinger over her clitoris and began to rub it gently. She closed her eyes tight, her teeth clenched, her breath hissing between her lips, rocking her body side to side against him, her hips rotating. She opened her eyes again, and it was difficult for her to relate in her mind the sharp heated pleasure in her loins to what she was witnessing in the mirror, that the male fingers manipulating the woman’s love button belonged to Dallas and the clitoris that he was playing with was hers, and the pulsating ruby inner flesh that was peaking from the tiny hole was her vagina. She could so easily imagine him inserting one of his long fingers inside the throbbing opening. She knew he would, soon.

Then, to her horrified shame, she saw thick, opaque juice oozing out of her vagina and drip down the crack of her buttocks.

Dallas was watching the liquid seep from her pussy, too, and his green eyes became

lambent, and then quickly became shuttered, as if he wanted to hide from her the feral savagery that he would soon unleash on her.

He rolled the large nub between his fingers while rotating it within its protective hood.

Anna Marie’s hips jerked as the pleasure inside her shot up several notches, the searing heat becoming unbearable. Her eyes were still glued on his hands on her pussy, even as her eyes were growing glassy, and there was a fine film of sweat all over her body and over her flushed face.

“That’s it, baby, show your sailor-man how good he’s making you feel.”

She didn’t want to continue betraying herself to her lover who was using her body so ruthlessly against her in order to increase his own pleasure by raising hers to heights that she could barely comprehend. But she couldn’t help herself. His legs and arms held her prisoner in front of the mirror, and he was using his hands and her own vulnerable sensuality against her, and making her watch as he made her a victim of her own pleasure.

The searing tension in her loins was growing hard, making her ache and crave for more from his fingers on her clitoris. And Anna Marie watched herself in the mirror go through the sensual torment, completely helpless, watched her face tightening as the pleasure heightened, her Secret Affair 109

lips part as she became breathless, her tongue flicker out to lick her dry lips, and more of her juices flowing out of her opening.

Her eyes widened again as she watched Dallas’s hand lower and insert a long finger

inside her, the instant before she felt it enter her. Her uterine walls desperately clamped down on the finger. She lifted her hips and gave a high, distressed wail at the sharp pleasure assailing her, her small hands clutching at his arms. Then, unable to prevent it, she watched him fuck her pussy with his finger while his other fingers continued to roll and play with her swollen nub. And she continued to watch herself, watched her face become heavier and more flushed as the ache climbed in her loins, watched her teeth clench and unclench as she tried to endure the growing tension, she watched her body go through one shudder after another, her fingers dig into the hard muscles of his arms, her hips writhing helplessly between his legs, her female juices flowing more and more, making her pink folds glisten moistly. Anna Marie watched the complete picture of herself getting ready for her orgasm.

And when her body peaked, she was unable to watch it. The second before her orgasm

broke, she wrenched her head to the side and sank her small white teeth into Dallas’s biceps in a wild effort to hold back what was inevitable.

The instinctively defensive movement that a small animal would make against a much

larger prey elicited a savage response from him. He, just as blindly as her act of defense had been, lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck. Anna Marie screamed at the stinging pain, and then the pain released her orgasm, and it was a violent release. She cried out, her vagina clenching and unclenching from the carnal relief around his finger that still impaled her, throwing her hips out and jerking it violently.