Authors: Marc J. Riley
A Grim Mistake (6 page)
Emilie’s legs moved across his hips, wrapping around his ass as, with agonizing slowness, Denny eased his shaft deeper and deeper. Emilie’s fiery heat scorched his cock with each inch, burning into the velvet rigid flesh.
Denny pulled almost all the way back. Again, he speared Emilie with torturous patience, bottoming out in the depths of her slick womb, his balls resting against the heat of her sopping wet ass.
Emilie’s cunt clasped his cock, squeezing and sucking him deeper into her tight hole.
Quickly he pulled out and thrust forward. His cock began plunging into her in long stabbing plunges. His balls could be heard slapping against her ass. Her high heels dug into the muscles of his butt as she held on.
His rhythm increased until he was stroking her long and deep, wet slapping sounds echoing in the office.
Emilie’s grunts joined his as he impaled her again and again. The tightness in his balls increased as her cunt milked him for all he was worth.
“Fuck me,” Emilie moaned, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she breathed with each thrust deep into her cunt, her voice descending into a commanding mantra.
Denny felt his orgasm building behind his balls, his scrotum pulling up tight and hard against his cock as the fluid built to excruciating pressure.
Emilie grunted and pulled him harshly against her cunt as her own orgasm struck sending flaming hot gushes rushing around his cock, drowning his prick.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. The head of his cock swelled as his jism shot forward, escaping in long sticky strands deep inside the twitching girl’s pussy. His balls groaned in released as he shoved as deeply inside the warm wetness as he could reach pushing against her cervix.
Another thick wad of cum shot from his cock and drenched Emilie with his seed. Again and again his cocked jerked inside her filling her and overflowing the edges of their joining as his orgasm stretched for endless minutes.
Sated and covered in musky sweat he collapsed onto Emilie burying his head in her bosom, licking the sweet sheen of moisture from her skin as she held him tightly.
They held each other in silence as their breathing returned to normal and their passion subsided. Her hands lightly stroked his hair as he gently touched her side, her breasts, her arms, astounded at the passion he’d found in this young woman.
“Wow,” Emilie aspirated in a long sigh, “that was amazing.”
“Thank you,” Brice said, his usual arrogance springing forth.
“You’re such a bastard,” Emilie prodded him playfully in the ribs as he lay across her. “You think it’s all about you.”
“Well, I did have a hand in it,” Brice teased.
“You can thank Grimm you got anything in “it” at all,” Emilie advised, brushing his hair back as he raised his head to look at her.
“Um…yeah…about that,” Denny looked at her carefully, “I wasn’t entirely honest about that.”
“What do you mean?” Emilie asked curious. “If he hadn’t put the whammy on me, you wouldn’t be here now.”
“Uh…well, you see,” Brice explained, “Grimm’s not really a magician. He’s more of a stage hypnotist.”
“Whatever he is, once he spelled me and made me unable to cum without you giving it to me, I was just a long dry spell from being yours.” Emilie peered at Brice. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Promise not to get mad?” Denny begged, his charming smile easing around her heart.
“Never,” Emilie asserted.
“Grimm didn’t put a spell on you. I talked to him Saturday and he said he kind of got mixed up and ending up twitching your two friends and missed you entirely.”
“Missed me?” Emilie queried, confused. “Then what the hell happened on the pier? What the hell happened in the copy room and the elevator?”
“You tell me.” Denny requested airily, “When I got there you were already looking pretty hot and heavy. I thought Grimm had worked his hypnotic suggestions on you and took advantage of it. He said he never got the chance.”
“You mean,” Emilie rose up looking at him closely, “I came when you touched me without any magic or anything?”
“I do have that affect on women,” Brice said arrogantly, covering it with a quick smile and tickling the naked girl’s thighs.
“I don’t get it. If it wasn’t Grimm’s “magic” what the hell happened?“ Emilie thought back to that evening, the magician, Kaori and Stephanie’s tryst in the bathroom. Quickly she told Denny about Kaori and Stephanie getting together in the lady’s room on the pier.
“Hmm. Was their anything else unusual going on in there?”
“No,” Emilie mused, “I remember getting very frustrated. I…I…I wanted to join them,” she shyly admitted.
“You lesbian slut,” Brice teased sucking on the skin across her stomach.
“I remember I got mad and left. Hell, I almost had to drag this teeny-bopper out of there; she was so into what was going on.”
“You’re lucky she didn’t punch you.”
“Well,” Emilie admitted, “she did tell me to go get fucked when I grabbed her arm.”
“Maybe she put a spell on you,” Brice suggested, licking across her right nipple, sucking the nubbin absently as Emilie mused.
“Maybe…” Emilie trailed off lost in thought, idly wondering if she could find the girl and figure this out. “Maybe…”
Two weeks later Emilie opened the door of her apartment as Kaori knocked for a second time. Looking past the little Asian, she saw Stephanie walking up the steps tucking her keys back into her purse. They’d obviously come together.
“Come in, you two.” Emilie urged, ushering the duo inside her apartment, a mischievous grin at the thought of what was about to happen marking her face as the girls walked inside, “Denny’s coming by later after dinner. Right now, I have someone I want you to meet.”