Driven Lust (12 page)

Stacy felt him tighten and knew he was
close. She didn't let up, expecting his seed and wanting it. James
warned her with, "Stacy..." and she answered with "Um hum, um hum"
and continued her service through to the end.

James was still in position when the wave
hit him. It was all he could do to keep his hands on his head. His
ass clinched in her hand, his cock jerked in her mouth, and his
knees weakened when the flood from his groin rose up to her
lips.

It had been forever since Stacy savored man
seed. She wouldn't be denied now. She drank it as he released it,
her efforts paying off in full. She had forgotten how much a man
could give, thinking to savor a little, but she gained much more.
It spilled from her lips and ran over her fingers, but she was
occupied with her feast. Taking note to get it later, she
concentrated on another gush and gulped it down.

James finally came down from his natural
high, trembling as his essence was milked out of him. Looking down
at her soft red hair, he cherished the sight of her cleaning
skills. Looking up at him she licked her fingers, giggled, and let
out a "Mhm!" and then leaned backed in her chair, rubbing her
sex.

Her dress had fallen from the support of a
shoulder and one of her breasts lay bare. James wanted so
desperately to suckle on the large areola pointing up at him.
Grabbing her head, he kissed her on the lips, leaned over more, and
worked his way to her neck. His hand caressed her clothed shoulder
and brushed the dress away. A kiss and a nip on her neck then James
went on his way. Both breasts where now beckoning him and he took
them in each hand. Kneeling and tugging, he arrived at his
goal.

Stacy was in awe of the man in her midst. A
fantasy stepped out of a romance book and materialized just for
her. He ravaged her neck and dropped down to her breast and she
gasped as he tongued then sucked a nipple in. The man knelt between
her legs and feasted on both her breasts. She played with her clit
while he did it, enjoying the tingling from two different
places.

Her dress was in the way so he grabbed and
raised it above her sex, giving both better accesses to view and
play. Placing both hands back on her breasts, he worked down her
stomach then to the patch of light red hair. He ogled her clit as
her fingers stroked it, while candlelight reflected her
wetness.

James stood back up and grabbed his cock,
stroking one more drop from his recent orgasm. Scooping it off with
a finger, he coated Stacy's lips and tongue. Satisfied with the
application of his natural lip gloss, he went back to stroking.
Stacy licked his gift off her lips, going sensually slow for him to
watch while she watched him with his manhood, stroking it back to
life.

He had enough of watching her as she played
with his delicacy. He bent down and picked her up in his arms,
letting her dress gather around her hips, and then laid her out on
the table. Lifting her dress he pulled it over her legs, leaving
her ruby high heels on. She went back to rubbing herself while
James pulled up a chair.

Stacy was amazed at his strength, being
swept up in his arms like a sack of potatoes. A gasp escaped her as
flesh met cold mahogany, giving her goose pimples on her back and
ass. She rubbed her sex, keeping his dinner warm, and waited for
him to settle.

James placed his hands upon her knees and
then stroked her inner thighs. His lips followed one and caressed
its way down to her hot, wet nether. Tonguing around her fingers,
she got the hint, and used them to splay her lips, offering her sex
to his mouth.

James saw the flower spread out before him
and wasted little time. Starting with the hole in the center, he
tongued around and then in, wiggling his way deep inside. Tasting
her juice made him hunger for more, so he sucked her cream from the
cave.

Cunnilingus was not her ex-husband's forte
and he had neglected her there. But James took up the flavored task
like ducks to water and expertly brought her passion to the table.
He cupped her ass in his hands and forced her onto him. No amount
of resistance could she give as her hips bucked up into him.

James felt her pussy quiver in his mouth and
sucked her clit in deep. His tongue dropped down to her entrance
and nodded 'yes' with his head on both. Stacy needed more length
covered and raised then lowered for both ends of her sex. Her clit,
her hole, her clit, her hole, and sped the scenario up.

She still was not used to the treatment, but
her body knew what to do. Her ass rose off the hands that held it
and ground her pussy on his chin, giving him access to all of her
secret treasure. Faster she humped and James stayed firm, her hands
clasped both her breasts. Prepared to take her pleasure, she
readied to feed her lover.

James felt her tense in his hands; her ass
was up high off the table. He wanted his meal and worked hard to
get it, planning to suck it out of her. She buckled as she
screamed, but he refused to let her down and got his meal served to
him; hot, wet, and tasty. He lapped and sucked all that he could; a
sloppy eater at best. The juices dripped from his chin and puddled
on the table.

'
My God the man could eat!
' and her
thoughts ran wild with pleasure. She lost control of her legs and
relied on James to take over. She shivered and quivered as his
mouth feasted, her ass in his hands, drawing her sex straight from
the source. Pinching her nipples to increase her passion, she gave
him his gift he worked so hard for.

James lapped at the mess remaining, leaving
little to remain. That included the trail that seeped in her
crevice and over her backside. With a final lick from her ass to
her clit, he sat her back on the table.

"That was a delicious appetizer." James said
and stood up between her legs. "I think it's time for the main
course now." and brought his meat to the table. His meal had
nourished his cock and it stood tall and ready. Parting her lips
with his fingers, he guided the utensil into her. After feeding in
a couple of inches, he removed his hand and placed it on the mound
of a fleshy breast.

Stacy was pleasantly surprised as he needed
no help in hardening. His meat was already warm as it entered into
her oven. She looked at her lover with lust in her eyes, the
chiseled chest and his gorgeous hair. He bit on his tongue as he
pulled in and out, concentrating his thoughts on the wetness and
grip.

James prepped her meal with short slow
strokes, getting her ready for the blast of heat he had for her.
Her rosy red clit matched her fiery red hair and added to his
boiling lust. Gripping both breasts and rubbing nipples with
thumbs, he forced himself in and out, getting into rhythm.

His hands felt incredible on her breasts,
his thumbs were driving her wild. The thrusting churned her passion
and she took it with great desire. The shadows of her lover had
added to her heat; surreal muscles dazzled her vision. Fire from
the candle flames reflected off his pupils and like some mythical
demon god, ferocious lusting eyes gazed back at her.

Removing his hands and grabbing her legs,
James trapped her sex in the middle. She was going to take him, no
ifs, ands or buts. Slapping enough for his balls to clash against
her ass, he rammed her viciously over and over. Stirring their pot
and bringing on heat, the passion began to sizzle.

Lonely nights brought wishful thoughts and
now Stacy's desires came true. A man with a mission was doing the
deed she only had hoped for in a dream. Forcing her sex to the
limit, a pounding she'd never had, rocked her into paradise, and
almost sent her careening into madness.

James was well aware of his servicing,
watching the sweat build on her body. Eking and squeaking, she was
close to climaxing and James was right there with her. Determining
her balance was close to tipping over, he thrust and stopped then
ground, leaving her hanging on the brink for just a second.

She was close, she felt it. The ramming was
so deep. But the demon of a man stopped and stirred his meat in
her, leaving her on the crevasse. "Fuck me!" she demanded and tried
to force him in her. He took her words and used them against her,
fucking harder and faster than he had before.

The call to fuck brought James to attention,
dragging her body over the edge. Her shoulders and head remained on
the table with her arms extended as he pounded his meat into her.
Neither God nor Man nor Mother Nature could stop the flood both
brought to the table. Splattering into bliss, their juices mixed
and they quivered into each other.

Crescendos emanated from both vocal cords as
they shared the moment of consummation. She defied gravity in the
arms of her lover and he stopped his knees from buckling. But the
weakness passed and strength returned as James bent over her and
cradled the exhausted redhead in his arms.

When she recovered, he sat her back down in
the same chair she started in. Kissing her on the forehead, he
smiled with adoration. Standing up and moving close beside her, he
let her eyes stare at the mess they made of his crotch for future
reference.

Stacy knew her time was up; she had her meat
served hot. But she'd be damned since the choice was hers, to leave
it just like that. Opting for everything, she had her cake and ate
it too, slipping his softness into her mouth. Sucking off their
fluids then licking the base, she dwelled in his nest and
snuggled.

Content with her work she eased off of him
and said, "That was a lover's feast!" hugging his legs in her
arms.

James smiled while looking down on her, "You
cooked one hell of a meal and made me crave it!"

She laughed at that as he started to dress,
"Leave those." she said, pointing to the article of clothing in his
hands.

James tossed her his underwear and she
caught them on her index finger. "Saving those for my fantasies."
she giggled.

He wasn’t shocked at all by her admittance.
"I certainly hope you enjoyed the evening, if only half as much as
I did." he dodged, finishing his dress.

Watching him as he covered his body, she
replied, "Oh even more so." sighing, "You're everything my cousin
promised."

James chuckled at that and had to ask, "Just
what was it she promised?"

Giving him a wicked smile, she said,
"Satisfaction." the only word she gave.

Leaving his phone number with her, he said
his farewells. Heading for his newest home, he wondered why he was
getting a married couple tomorrow. Perhaps they didn't need his new
services, but just a ride somewhere. Then he thought about
underwear and made a mental note to get some more.

Another thought crossed his mind before
sleep overcame him; 'I've never had an Asian before. I wonder if
they do things different.'

The lusty words bounced off of the bedroom
walls, ‘Suck it James! Suck it good!’

‘Finger it James! Finger-fuck it!’ it
continued.

James jumped out of bed from the shock of
it. Some ass hole and he was willing to bet it was Virgil, set his
alarm to Dawn Gracie's lustful demands from the day before on high
volume. Scrambling for the remote, he was unable to turn it off in
time and the screams sounded out again. "Son of a bitch!" he
cursed.

A knock on his door interrupted his frantic
efforts to get the damn voice setting off his alarm.

"Come in!" James yelled, hitting the door
buzzer on the remote.

Lisa came through the door, wearing a long
pink Care Bear shirt and pink panties. "What the hell are you doing
in here?" she asked.

"Some ass clown changed my alarm." James'
aggravated tone explained.

Lisa sat on the bed and demanded the remote,
"Give me that and turn your computer on."

She walked James through programming the
remote, explaining the application that controlled it. "This uses
blue tooth, so if you go more than thirty feet away from your room
with it, it won't work."

James was amazed. The remote had more
features than just being an alarm, thermostat and TV controller. He
could even record video, sound, and voice commands.

"Where is the webcam for this?" James was
wondering.

"It's built into the monitor." she pointed
out. "We use it for group meetings too. You'll get an email telling
you when to log in and a general subject line about the
meeting."

"Sounds like Big Brother to me." James
analyzed. "Where do we get regular mail?"

"I get mine at my parent's house." Lisa
said.

James was confused, "Is that the house I
dropped you off at Saturday night?" he asked.

"That's the one." Lisa explained, "Any mail
I get here, security gets it and I go there for it."

"Great, why does mail have to go through
them? That sounds like a pain." James asked.

Lisa grinned, "So they can check it for
bombs."

"If that was a concern, why the hell would
they put security on the top floor instead of underground?" James
asked.

Lisa shrugged, "I don't know, I just work
here." she said.

James couldn't believe the half ragged, half
upscale security. They can't focus a camera, they can't put the
secured area in a secured place, the leader of it all is on the top
floor ... sheesh, and maybe there was more.

He stopped worrying about it for the moment
and said, "Ok, let me get something on top of the strings I'm
wearing and we'll go work out." James had seemed to have lost his
modesty and why not? Everyone there has seen him naked before
anyway.

After his workout, he wanted to check his
computer again. His education was a concern since he hadn't had
time to assess what Spenco was doing with it. First, he checked his
times on the appointments he had. Looking at Chung, he couldn't
find a time. It just said midnight for the day. That was confusing.
He was forced to bother Cathleen again.