My Kinky Valentine Page 4

  “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

  The following weeks go by much as any other in the office. I work from early morning to late night. Mark is always two steps ahead of everybody else, tending to every little thing I need, before I know I need anything. He’s the best Personal Assistant I’ve ever had. We met many times over this period, both at the hotel and at my place, and he made me come over and over again.

  But visions of a certain young blonde keep invading my thoughts at the most inappropriate moments. I wake up sweating at night, disoriented, just to remember vivid dreams filled with Cindy’s thighs, breasts and round buttocks. During the day, I catch myself squirming in my chair thinking about a hot mouth latched on my sex and it’s not Mark’s.

  In the flesh, things aren’t much better. Every time I pass by the reception I have the feeling she’s flirting with me. Maybe it’s the wide smile with which she greets me. Or the way she cocks her head to one side when she looks at me. Or the way she pushes her breasts up over her crossed arms when she leans on the counter to talk to me.

  This morning she went too far, though. I get worried when I don’t see her behind the counter as I leave my private elevator. I had an early meeting at a client’s office so I arrive at my office around 10AM and Cindy’s never late. I stop by the counter to check if her purse is there and choke on my coffee. I am greeted by her round back wrapped in the black pin skirt of her uniform. She is bent down and looking for something under the counter.

  “What happened, Ms O’Rourke?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you coming. I’m looking for my cell phone.”

  The little tramp doesn’t stand up to talk to me. On the contrary, she looks over her shoulder and wiggles her butt in the air. I keep my face straight and serious and raise my eyebrow at her before pointing at a small table on the corner.

  “Isn’t that your cell phone?”

  “Oh, my, silly me. That is my phone. Thank you, Ms. Sullivan.”

  She finally stands up and I swear she winks at me but it is so fast I can’t be sure.

  “You know, today is my day off from the bar and I’d love to look for a gym nearby. Can you recommend me any one?”

  “There’s an excellent fitness center on the 20th floor. Most people from the office go there.”

  “Do you go there, Ms. Sullivan?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Say, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what’s the name of the bar you work at?”

  “Living Room at the W Hotel,” she winks and I see it clearly this time. A freezing cold shiver runs down my spine.

  “Do you work only at the bar or do you ever deliver drinks to the rooms?”

  “When we’re understaffed I need to deliver stuff, yes. Team spirit, you know.”

  She’s openly mocking me now. I want to grasp her by her shoulders and shake some sense into the slut. Luckily, Mark appears and I don’t need to make a bigger fool of myself.

  “Good morning, Ms. Sullivan. Ms. O’Rourke. Can I have a word, Ms. Sullivan? I need to straight some things up with you before your 11 o’clock meeting.”

  “Yeah, sure. Talk to you later, Ms. O’Rourke.”

  Without waiting for a reply, I march into my office and Mark locks the door behind us.

  The day progresses without any other incidents. I work like crazy and manage to keep Cindy out of my mind. When she does pop up inside my head I think ‘blackmail’. Could the little slut be planning to blackmail me? Would she have the nerve to do such a thing?

  “I don’t really know the woman. She may be a psychopath for all I know.”

  Then, I get angry at myself for mistrusting my instincts. I would never be fooled like that. Besides, if Cindy tries to get money from me in exchange for not selling the story to the tabloids, she won’t see a dime. Neither me nor Mark were doing anything wrong in that hotel room. We’re both single, consenting adults, and we wouldn’t be harmed by a story like that. This thought calms me down enough for me to concentrate on my work.

  By 4 PM, I’ve finished most of the more urgent stuff and I’m able to head down to the gym for a training session with my Krav Maga instructor. When I get there, I find out he’s sick so I decide to take a Zumba class to let off some steam. It’s been a while since I had time for these classes and they are fun; full of lively music, interesting people, and sexy choreographies.

  Cindy O’Rourke is the first person I see when I enter the room. I nod as a reply to her waving hand. Then, I grit my teeth and walk to the spot the instructor signals me to take since it is the only one left in the room: right behind Cindy. She smiles at me before turning back to the instructor to follow the leads.

  “This is going to be bad for me.”

  The next 60 minutes are the worst in my life. The fast and slow rhythmic movements of the exercises combined with the Latin dance steps the instructor throws in the mix make my knees weak and get me breathless. But not from the effort. No! I feel dizzy because my eyes are glued to Cindy’s body. The way she shimmies, sways and shakes her backside, thighs and breasts around. I must look so stupid ogling her like that. I glance around the room, nobody seems to care and everybody is having a great time. I feel better but I’m still angry at myself for being so horny. I don’t have the courage to look at her face to see if Cindy’s noticed my ridiculous behavior. I have a sinking feeling she has but I don’t want to know.

  I leave the room right after the class finishes and go up to my office to take a shower in my private bathroom, like I always do. I’m uncomfortable at the gym’s locker room. I tell myself my employees would be self-conscious having the boss around at shower time but the truth is I’ve never liked being naked in public.

  I turn on the shower and check the temperature. I need a colder shower today. I take off my sweaty clothes and toss them on the floor before stepping under the powerful jets of water to cool down after that indecently sensual Zumba class.

  I’ve got to pull myself together.

  The cold water running down my body, making it tingle ends up reminding me of very soft, very female hands caressing my skin. A hot, wicked mouth licking my flesh. A naughty, slick tongue invading my most secret parts. I slam my open hand on the cold tile, splashing water and muttering.

  “Caroline Anne Sullivan, get a grip on yourself!”

  “When people call me by my full name I know I’m in trouble.”

  I jump out of my skin at the sound of a throaty voice close to my ear. And only then I notice my hand is on my crotch and that I’ve been fingering myself. I couldn’t be more embarrassed. Right? Wrong! I turn around to meet my receptionist’s sarcastic grin.

  “Having fun, are you? Mind if I join you?”

  Before I can articulate an answer Cindy’s hands grab my butt cheeks and pull me against her naked body. She molds herself against me, soft flesh connects to soft skin. The water makes our bodies slick and she slides her dangerous curves all over my now fevered body. She captures my mouth, steals my ability to think straight and muffles my groans with her thick tongue.

  I thought a woman’s touch would be mild, sweet even but Cindy plays it rough. She pushes me against the tiled wall, invades my thighs with her luscious one, squeezes my breasts with her own and shoves her tongue inside my mouth in only one movement. I’m breathless and I pant like I’ve run the marathon.

  “Grab my shoulders.”

  I almost don’t have time to follow the order before she lifts me up and settles my butt on her raised thigh. We are both the same height but I’m surprised at her strength because she manages to keep her balance on one foot while her other one rests on the wall with me perched on her elevated leg.

  Cindy clenches my waist and slides my body up and down her leg. It’s the strangest sex position I’ve ever been in although the friction causes amazing sensations in my sex and backside. I need to hold on tight to her slick shoulders for support because her pace is frantic. She’s making me hump her leg like I’m a dog in heat while my knee grinds
her sex every time she pulls me down.

  For the first time in my sex life, I’m powerless under a partner’s attack. Funny thing though, I’m thrilled instead of annoyed. It’s intoxicating to let another person run the show while you enjoy the ride. Cindy treats me like an object and I’m completely turned-on. I’m not the only one, though. She’s out of breath and her voice is thick when she speaks in my ear.

  “You’ve been driving me crazy since we first met.”

  “I’ve been day dreaming about your body ever since. I’ve never thought about having sex with a woman before I met you.”

  By now, my clitoris is throbbing and my legs are weak. When she puts me down I keep holding on to her shoulders for dear life. She captures my mouth in another smoldering kiss. I stop thinking all together. I dive in the sea of lust surrounding us. I’ve never felt more alive or more aware of my body’s reactions to another person. Every part of my body connected to hers seems on fire, my skin is flushed under her touch, my muscles quiver and my chest heaves.

  “I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterwards.”

  “What makes you think you can, missy,” I laugh at her bluster.

  “Watch me!”

  It’s her turn to laugh and the butterflies in my stomach go wild. Maybe I’ve met my match in this young woman and now I’m in way over my head. Cindy turns me around, pins me to the wall with her body, spreads my legs apart and shoves two fingers inside me from behind.

  “What have we here, Ms. Sullivan? You seem awfully excited already to be bragging about self-control, don’t you think?”

  She keeps my face crushed on the cold tile so I can’t speak. I fight her, though. I buck my hips and try to close my legs but she’s faster and stronger than me. A wave of panic washes over me and I claw at the hand she’s fingering me with. She immobilizes me with her whole body. Both her hands reach around me, grab my breasts, and her fingers pull my nipples as she sucks a soft spot on my neck.

  “God, you’re feisty. I like that. But calm down, my little filly. I don’t want to hurt you. Not today, anyway.”

  Cindy is humping my back now with her drenched curls, her moisture coats my butt cheeks and I chuckle.

  “Well, it seems I’m not the only horny bitch around here, am I?”

  “Of course I’m horny. I love a good chase and you’re giving me exactly what I like. But I knew it would be like this, Carol. Today, though, I want to show you how good being with a woman can be.”

  She feels my body relax against hers and she turns me around again to face her. She enters me with three fingers without warning but I’m so wet they go in all the way. I lean my head on the wall behind me, close my eyes and grab her tempting buttocks to grind her against me. She pulls my nipple inside her mouth, twirls her tongue around it then bites it at the same time as she taps my G-spot and I writhe under her hands as ecstasy builds inside me. She pulls her hand out of me way too soon. I groan in protest.

  “Don’t stop,” I’m not ashamed to beg at this point.

  She chuckles and kneels in front of me, splays her hand on my navel to press me against the wall and keep me in place. The other one caresses my butt as she licks my folds and smiles up at me.

  “Hmm, you’re delicious. I’ve wanted to taste you since I saw Mark going down on you at the hotel.”

  “I knew it was you. Why did you leave?”

  “I had fun watching you two for a while but I got envious. I wanted to be Mark, I wanted to kiss you, hold you, fuck you. Watching was not enough anymore and I knew you weren’t ready.”

  I frame her face with my hands, pull her closer to my sex but stop an inch from it and ask.

  “Do you think I’m ready now?”

  Instead of answering, she leans forward and kisses my outer lips, licks my inner lips, back to forth. She flattens her tongue and presses my hard nub, tapping it as she looks me in the eyes. That’s so hot and naughty I almost come just looking at her expression.

  “Oh – my – god.”

  Cindy chuckles at my reaction and doubles her pace. She finds my backdoor hole with a finger and penetrates me with her tongue setting a maddening rhythm between the two. My knees buckle at the surge of energy her mouth and hands are creating in my body but Cindy holds me upright.

  “Oh, my! I’m going to come, Cindy. And it’s going to be a huge one.”

  She gives me the wickedest smile and pulls away. When I raise my eyebrow and open my mouth to complain, she turns off the shower and orders me.

  “Face the wall. Spread your legs wide apart. Bend over and grab that counter for support.”

  She pulls my behind upwards and spreads the cheeks. The cold air invades my hot flesh and her tongue follows suit. She licks and bites my butt as a finger taps my clitoris and I shiver. She laughs at the involuntary reaction and caresses my hips and thighs.

  “Calm down, Carol. You do look like a wild filly. You just need to learn to control yourself and to understand who’s in charge now.”

  I grit my teeth and swallow the bitter reply that comes to mind. She has a point, though. I’m enjoying this so why not go along with Cindy’s plan.

  “It’s just too hard for me to let go.”

  “I know it is. That’s why I’m taking it slowly with you.”

  “Gosh, you call this ‘slow’?”

  “You have no idea, gorgeous. But if you are a good girl and please me today, I might show you what’s like to be taken fast and hard, next time.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  While we talk, Cindy pumps her fingers inside me, from behind, kisses and kneads my buttocks; presses her thighs against mine, sometimes her own soaking wet sex. I’m so turned-on that the moisture is running down her hand and coating the top of my thighs.

  “Oh, god, Cindy. I need to come. Please, go deeper.”

  “I’ve planned something better than my fingers for our first time. Stay like this. I’ll be just a sec.”

  I don’t have time to catch my breath before Cindy returns and I hear the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator. I look over my shoulder to see a huge rubber penis in her hands. Only it has two mushroom heads instead of one. She smiles at my expression.

  “Have you ever seen one of these?”

  “Not in the flesh, so to speak. It’s much wider than I’d imagined it would be.”

  “Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”

  She leans over my back and circles my folds with one end of the dildo. When the fake member is glistening with my moisture she turns it towards her own body and impales herself with it in one fluid movement. I groan out loud.

  “It’s so hot to see it disappear inside you, covered in my fluids.”

  “That’s the idea, sweetie. Now, it’s your turn,” she presses a hand between my shoulder blades and slides it down my spine like a blind person does when reading Braille. It seems she wants to imprint my shape into her sensory memory. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll take my time with you. I want us to enjoy every second of it. The first-time must be treasured.”

  At last, it dawns on me I’ll be fucked by another woman for the very first time. The idea of doing something this naughty, of having taboo sex, only intensifies my excitement. A gush of hot liquid squirts out of me - evidence of my lust. Cindy doesn’t miss it.

  “It seems you agree with me. Excellent.”

  She grabs my chin and leans down to kiss me deeply. Our tongues play and when I try to bite her lip, she pulls away. She ignores my protesting sigh and moves back behind me. She teases my entrance with the huge thing, then, she slides it along my sex, front to back. When she is happy with the lubrication, she enters me slowly and stops to give my body time to adjust to the wide dildo.

  “Cindy, it’s too big.”

  “You’re too tight but you’ll manage. Take a deep breath and relax.”

  She goes in another inch or two but my body is still stiff and tense. It hurts like hell, too. I feel violated.

  “Cindy, I’ve never had a
penis as wide as this. I don’t know that I can.”

  She leans over my body, reaches down to pinch my hard nub and whispers in my ear.

  “Relax, beautiful. Open your body for me and let me in. Let me show you how much I want you.”

  That does the trick. I relax my muscles and she goes all the way. She enters me so deeply the vibrating dildo hits my womb. In this position, it slides against the front wall of my channel, grinding my G-spot and I see stars. She rams me from behind, pulling out and going all the way in, again and again, in a slow pace that drives me insane. My tight walls grip the rubber member but my moisture helps lubricate it and the friction makes my knees weak, my climax builds up and I moan and sigh and pant.

  “You’re killing me here, Cindy. Fuck me, faster, deeper. I need it like that to come.”

  She laughs softly and pulls me by my shoulders, bringing me up, holding my back against her front. She kisses my nape and fondles my breasts almost tenderly. I grab her hands and squeeze them over my breasts.

  “I like it rough, damn it. I need it rough.”

  Cindy’s body shudders against my back and I feel her sex start to quiver when it grinds my buttocks. I’m sure she’ll come any time now. Then, she pulls the dildo all the way out of me and I think she’s done. I see red but before I can say anything. She turns me around to face her, frames my face in her hands and kisses me. This time it’s a sweet kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth, runs over my lips, then, nibbles the corner of my mouth. I may be able to get off on this kiss alone. Her mouth is that hot and delicious.

  My still sore sex actually starts to vibrate at the idea but Cindy has other plans for us. She grabs the inside of my knee and pulls one of my legs up to her waist.

  “Wrap it around me and lean against the wall for balance.”

  When I do as I’m told, she impales me with the buzzing dildo again. The other end is still inside her.

  “Look at me. I want to see how much you like it rough.”

  Cindy grips my hips to keep me in place. She moves her whole body up and down mine as she pulls out of me almost completely before pushing back inside until her crotch crashes mine. She pounds me, again and again; every time she does it the movement pushes me up against the wall, hard. I’ll get ugly bruises tomorrow, I’m sure, but for now I love the feeling, the urgency of it all.