Smothered (3 page)

Closing the doors to the room behind him, he stopped.

"Get on the cushion," she ordered. Warned by Jules that clients became increasingly submissive with each visit, Lila wondered whether and how long before Warren would obey almost any command she gave him.

Seeing him stalk the few feet to the cushion and gracefully lower his body into some kind of meditative position, she knew his surrender wouldn't come quickly, if ever.

"On your back," she continued.

He obeyed. She smiled, slowly walking the cushion's perimeter as she studied his body from every angle. Pure perfection and she knew how to make him come, how to bring him, if only for a few minutes, to an undone state, twitching and jerking.

Approaching his head, she stepped onto the cushion. Her legs spread wide, she stood above his head.

"Open your mouth."

He did, his trusting obedience engendering an unfamiliar heat in her chest. Pushing the maudlin tenderness aside, she widened her stance. She rolled the muscles of her pussy up and down as she stared at his cock, imagining it inside her.

She'd had only a few lovers, the droughts between them lengthening with each pound gained. She shoved the memories to the back of her head and concentrated on Warren's dick. It was thicker and longer than she'd ever had, bigger even than the one toy she'd bought online after her last lover walked out of her bedroom and her life.

A cock like that would stretch her, bringing a brief, sweet pain as her body adjusted to its width. Battering in and out of her, the fat circumference would quickly swell her inner flesh, making her cunt as warm and smothering around the shaft as her breasts were against his face.

The thought of riding Warren's big cock flooded Lila's insides until droplets of her arousal splashed sticky and warm against his face. Dragging her gaze from the thick shaft and heavy balls, she saw his tongue straining to catch her thick drops. When he had licked them clean, she swiveled her hips, her fingers splaying her labia open and flicking more fluid on him as a reward.

His tongue ravenously worked the edges of his mouth and down his chin as he grasped his cock.

"Don't," she warned. "That's mine. You keep those hands against the mat."

Complying, he groaned.

"Good boy." She moved toward his center and lowered her mass onto him, her face pointing in the direction of his feet. Making contact, she scooted backward until the heavy globes of her ass pressed down on his shoulders.

Lila leaned forward, sinuously bobbing to spread her thick cream on his chest. Her breasts pressed against the hard muscles of his stomach, the nipples pinched between their bodies as her neck and face strained forward to hover over his cock.

She studied its length and thickness. Almost as freakishly large in that one aspect of his anatomy as she was in all facets, she would still bet she could swallow him whole. She had no gag reflex to speak of, had experimentally fellated larger objects. Yes, she could take all of him, the first half filling her mouth and the rest pushing into her throat. Tighter than any pussy he would ever experience, she would fuck his cock with the muscles of her throat.

She scooted back another six inches, the twin globes of her ass pressing against his face, his sharp, straight nose lined up at the crack that separated them. Pre-cum oozed from his thick cock as she started to smother him with her buttocks.

Her fingers circled his shaft, squeezing and pumping as she wiggled her bottom. His tongue squirmed against the cleft and she took her own tentative lick, tonguing the cum hole and tasting him for the first time.

His approval vibrated in a groan across her flesh. In a demonstration of his powerful body, he lifted his hips, forcing more of her weight onto his face. Lila flexed her thighs and pushed her weight forward until his ass sank to the floor.

Taking another lick, she jiggled her ass, forcefully bouncing her flesh against his face. His toes curled, the soles of his feet arching as his calf muscles tightened.

Allowing him a few quick gasps, she slid her knees further above his head, bringing her pussy to bear on his nose and mouth as she sank into place once more. Almost all of her torso's weight on his, she licked and nibbled lightly at the head of his cock.

"I'm going to eat this," she threatened, unsure if he could even hear her until he groaned against her pussy and lifted his hips in offering. She repeated the warning. "I'm going to eat it and swallow it down then shit it out."

Shocked at her own boldness, she froze. Warren's hips strained higher and Lila smiled.

Oh, yes. He liked that, craved more.

She started to suck, her body taking up a rocking motion that gave him a flash of fresh air as she pushed forward and her mouth covered half his cock, before smothering him as she rocked back, her lips retreating to circle the plump, sloping head.

His chin rubbed hard against the shaft of her clit, turning her wild. Contractions ran through her pussy, their insistent, grasping rhythm forecasting a shower of her cum when she climaxed.

His tongue strained to penetrate her slick hole, the rapid bobbing of his face pleasuring clit and cunt. She bobbed with him, slurping the length of his cock until the ache in her pussy forced her to bear down on the sharp point of his chin, her interior squeezing and grinding to wet his face with her clear, syrupy juices.

A small, pre-orgasmic scream left her. She surged up, his cock lodging in her throat. She swallowed, taking more of him, her lips mashing where his cock met his balls.

Groaning, Warren bowed his body, his hips and face pushing up and up, voluntarily smothering himself deeper within her flesh, his licks and chin thrusts along her pussy devouring the last of her self-control.

Lila lifted, body trembling at her approaching climax. Down she crashed, more of his cock in her throat, her top lip half covering his testicles. Breathing through her nose, she swallowed, squirmed, swallowed some more, her moans vibrating around his shaft as his tongue lapped at her pussy, the hard jut of his chin driving her relentlessly toward oblivion.

She started to quake, nipples, cunt and clit aching with pleasure. Her stomach tightened, the tension low in her gut making her entire body shake. Warren's strong arms strained to circle her hips and keep her pinned in place. His muscles running on half the oxygen they needed, she knew she could break his hold if she wanted to.

She didn't want to. It felt good. She felt good -- sexier than she had ever experienced. One of the most powerful men in the country filled her mouth, would soon be releasing his seed into her stomach. Her thick labia smothered his face, her cream filling his nostrils to further suffocate him, yet he continued to eat her in return.

So good, so fucking good...

She quaked harder, feeling the upward pull of his cock against the roof of her mouth. He was on the verge of coming. She pushed her hips down, grinding against his face, her clit jerking just as he released his first jet of cum down her throat.

Lila roared around the invasion of cock and cum, her flesh burning with exertion and a tingling pleasure. She slammed forward again, her thighs a vise that trapped his head, squeezing tighter as she swallowed another jet of cum.

Her hips bucked, her own fluid squirting from her. Warren gargled it down before the next gush filled his mouth.

Gentling, she shifted half her weight onto her arms as her throat and mouth retreated from his cock. Her hips lifted, letting Warren breathe. She counted the rises in his chest, lowering her hips after the third one.

He nuzzled her pussy as she licked his cock clean.

Damn. The nuzzling was good, too.

Sweeter than she expected.

More tender than she could afford.

Trembling, she rolled from him. Grabbing the panties, she rubbed them between her labia, drenching the porous lace. Standing, she scooped up her clothes and shoes. Letting the panties fall wet against his chest, she stepped over him and walked toward the door.

"Keep them, Gates. They're the last you'll have of me," she called over her shoulder, wishing she had a cardboard box to put the underwear in. "You're fired!"

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Warren Gates stared through the woman sitting in his visitor's chair. He stared past the lumpy gray matter of her brain and the fog of her words in search of something more substantial .

Someone more substantial.

"This will significantly reduce labor costs at the end of the quarter." The woman paused, her hand self-consciously pushing at the careful architecture of her updo before she continued. "It also will eliminate the state mandated sixty-day notice."

His brain clicked back into gear, his gaze sweeping down the part of her body visible from where he sat. Every magazine and movie since he hit puberty told him that the woman in front of him should make his dick hard. Manicured eyebrows, the arch expertly placed, blue contacts, platinum blonde hair, lip fat injections, narrow hips and waist, a body so thin she could be on a cat walk -- she met every contemporary criteria for beauty.

He glanced down at his lap, confirming what he already knew. He was flaccid. He returned his gaze to hers, wondering, if he stared at the blue-tinted lenses long enough, whether he would be able to channel Lila. Could he grow hard enough, long enough, to unzip his pants and have the blonde go down on him, her facsimile of fellatio taking a third or half his length.

She had offered as much before. More than once.

"So, with your permission," she continued. "We will proceed with the first stage of the terminations."

He shook his head. Her lips parted, the white of her evenly capped teeth sparkling at him. He shook his head again and leaned forward. "Your company's consulting engagement is over."

He pressed the intercom button for his secretary. "Amy, make sure SourceTech's server access is terminated immediately and have security escort Miss Henton off the premises."

The blonde glared at him, but kept quiet. She knew the drill. She would return to her company's home office, call in a senior partner, and offer the man a post-mortem on what might have gone wrong. Warren and several other executives in his company would receive all-expenses paid invitations to some resort in the Caymans to reconsider the terminated contract.

Well, fuck SourceTech and fuck Miss Henton. The offshore work came back at a quality that was losing his company customers, and the data collection programs had crashed more than a dozen times in the last six months. Orders had been lost but charged and payments had been deducted from the buyer's bank account as many as half a dozen times on a single transaction.

He could no longer afford the savings SourceTech had promised.

Standing, he escorted the blonde to his outer office where a member of the security team waited. Returning to his desk, he called down to the garage, giving his driver orders to prepare the Audi R8 for his use and the night off.

His loins stirring at the thought of the car and the woman he intended to visit and reclaim, Warren Gates smiled for the first time in thirteen days.

Clicking a control on the underside of his desk, he locked the office door then unzipped his pants. Just the idea of visiting Lila had brought him to his full length. It also did strange things to his chest, the muscles tightening until breathing hurt.

He shook his head, trying to get the image of Lila descending onto his face out of his mind. He hadn't planned that part of either session with her, had never had a woman do anything like it. Cock throbbing in his hand, he knew he would have her do it again.

Still, it had been a surprise, a spur of the moment need that threatened to stop his heart if she didn't comply. Before she had thrown open the door, the motion exposing all the soft, generous curves beneath her robe, he had wanted to satisfy two years of fantasies by burying his cock in her pussy while her anxious blue eyes shied beneath his power.

Squeezing the base of his cock, Warren closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Had it been an overwhelming need for penance? Not just for firing Lila and all the dirty thoughts he'd entertained on his monthly visits to her department, but for all the Lila-like women in his past, the lush bodied girls his inner circle of family and fake friends had crushed for daring to be on his arm.

Strangling the urge to ejaculate, he exhaled and opened his eyes. He wouldn't let anyone hurt Lila. He would keep her safely on the side, away from business and the social circus business required. He would also give her a firm lesson in where his tastes really ran. That sassy, if well-deserved, firing she had given him would be rewarded with a few hard slaps across her sweet bottom. And his dick would definitely claim ass and cunt. He wanted her as helpless and gasping as she had rendered him.

But first, he thought as he pushed up from his chair, he had to convince her to let him back in.

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Parking in front of the dilapidated trailer home, Warren scowled. He had checked the personnel archive on Lila before leaving his office. Her prior address, the one she had the day he fired her, had been a condo in a tidy, solidly middle class community. A second check, this time through the county property records, told him she had managed to scratch out a profit from the sale of that condo and purchase this...