Chapter 280

Laura tried not to let her disappointment and puzzlement over her experience with Joy trouble her too long. There would be time to mend it. Somehow she would think of a way to coax a shattering orgasm out of that lovely, lean, honey-gold body.

Meanwhile, her 'date' with Brad Dickinson was set for the next evening. Though she had blown hot and cold about it, as the hour approached she had been unable to come up with a convincing excuse and grew more resigned. I'm sure we'll have a nice, expensive meal in a great restaurant, she thought. He'll take me home and try to fuck me. I'll let him. What the hell, it might be fun for a change. He's handsome and rich. What have I got to lose?

This devil-may-care attitude was definitely not Laura's usual outlook, but she thought that trying to adopt it for the present might be good practice. Lots of people, apparently, were able to live their lives this way, and maybe it wouldn't hurt her to try it on for size.

He picked her up promptly at six in front of her office building, as he had promised. He was driving a dark blue Miata with the top down and acted very gentlemanly by getting out of the car and coming around to open the door for her. He was dressed in an expensive Armani suit and handed her a small bouquet of red carnations as she got into the car.

"My god, I feel like I'm in a movie or something," Laura said, as he drove off.

Brad grinned over at her. "You're sure beautiful enough to be in one." He swerved to avoid a drunk who was half-sprawled across the edge of an intersection. "Ever think of trying for it? I know some people down in Hollywood. Maybe I could introduce you."

Laura blushed. Fortunately, she knew he was paying attention to the traffic, winding through the narrow streets toward North Beach, and couldn't really see her face suffused with a hot rosy glow. Nevertheless, she held the red carnations to her nose and pretended to sniff them, feeling that would hide her blush, or at least make it less apparent since there was so much red in the same place.

Naturally he had been telling the truth about his standing table at Fleur de Lys, where they were greeted like royalty and fussed over in a way Laura had never experienced before.

"You're a regular here, I take it," Laura smiled, unfolding a thick white linen napkin.

Brad grinned. "Lunch three or four times a week. The perils of a political life."

Laura, who paid little attention to city politics, recalled that his name had been mentioned as a forthcoming mayoral candidate. She formed a little platform under her chin with her interlaced fingers and looked intently deep into his eyes.

"Tell me about it. The political life."

Working in corporate communications for her company made Laura an expert at drawing out other people in order to gauge their concerns, needs, possibilities, and she effortlessly allowed Brad Dickinson to talk about himself and his world for the next two hours. Being a rich young man and a promising politician to boot, he easily took the bait and launched into a narrative of his exploits and the knotty conundrums he faced trying to become mayor of a city where most people were not rich and frequently resented, sometimes violently, those who were.

Fortunately, he also had a sense of humor. When Laura's eyes began to glaze over a little during coffee, he appeared embarrassed.

"But enough about me," he grinned. "I think I would've put most people to sleep by now."

Laura shook her head, smiling. "It was fascinating."

In truth, though, she had only been paying half attention. He was very good-looking and intelligent, and since it had been a long time since she had even considered being with a man, she found herself having vague fantasies about how he behaved in bed. Would he be smooth and confident and suave, kissing her romantically, bringing her along slowly? Or would he be rough and urgent, harsh, strong, and demanding, wanting her to suck his cock, wanting her to take it up the ass?

And would she? Laura realized she was getting a little wet contemplating all this. How odd these stiff courtship rituals were. You spent all this time at an elegant, high-priced, ingeniously cooked meal. Being treated like royalty by restaurant staff. Drinking impossibly expensive wine. Then the guy tried adroitly, if he had a smooth manner, to get you to return to his place with him, or at least to let him come in with you. If he succeeded in either, it might be another hour before he really tried to take your clothes off. During all that time, both of you were playing cat and mouse, wondering who would make the next move.

"So... tell me about the bracelet," Brad said, pointing to the silver tennis bracelet that Amber had sent her, which made Laura's pulse flutter a little each time she put it on. "Gift from an admirer?"

"You could say that," Laura murmured, running a fingertip along it, touching a few of the sapphires.

"Would he be jealous to find you were here with me?"

Laura smiled and quit caressing the bracelet. She realized that she had seemed suddenly very touched by it, which was true. She was still touched by Amber's gesture in sending it. But if he wanted to assume it was a man who had given it to her, let him assume. It made the situation even more amusing. On the other hand, maybe he was only trying to make sure he wouldn't be assaulted by a raging, homicidal boyfriend as they left the restaurant.

Laura shook her head. "Not the jealous type."

Brad smiled back, as if satisfied by this answer. "How about coming back to my place with me and playing a little pool? You know how to play pool?"

"I had a boyfriend when I was in college who played it a lot. I mostly watched."

"How about it?"

So this is the way we're going to spend the next hour, until you try to fuck me, Laura thought. She smiled alluringly at him and agreed. The valet brought his Miata around, and in twenty minutes they arrived at his Pacific Heights mansion. Brad explained that he had inherited this magnificent old home, which was really too big for one man, but had never seemed to be able to get around to selling it. He had a very large mahogany-paneled pool room.

"I told the servants to take the night off, so I hope you aren't frightened to be alone with me. I can assure you that my position in the city and my political future both ensure that I would never do anything that wasn't totally on the up and up."

Laura gave him an amused grin. "I'm sure you won't. I'm not worried."

On the other hand, if I whimper too loudly when you slide it up my booty, there will be no one to hear me, will there, she thought. He taught her how to play several varieties of billiards, and within a half hour he was leaning across her back to adjusting her cue technique. It was only natural that during one of these episodes his lips should brush Laura's cheek, then her earlobe.

Finally! she thought, turning her face to his, offering her mouth. He took the offer and in seconds they were kissing hungrily, leaning against the pool table. Even now, though, Brad was the perfect gentleman. True, his fingers bit into the flesh of her arms, then her back, and his kiss was very searching, demanding. But he did not try to rip off her clothes, force his hand into her crotch, squeeze her breasts. He was calm and patient, kissing her neck, whispering in her ear how lovely she was.

"Why don't you take me some place more comfortable," she whispered to him. "Some place where we can stretch out."

Without a word, Brad took her by the hand and led her out of the pool room, up the spiral staircase, and down a long hallway to a huge bedroom full of ornate mirrors, an ormolu clock, and two fireplaces. They were both equipped with gas logs, and he fired one up, turning to down to mere flicker, then returned to Laura.

"Would you like some champagne... or are you all 'wined out, ' as they say?"

Laura had to laugh, softly. These rich people and their champagne. She recalled how Amber had immediately popped the cork on an outlandishly expensive bottle, and now he was doing the same.

"I could drink maybe one," she said, demurely.

After all, if I could afford champagne like this, I might drink it all the time too, she thought. They clinked glasses and drank about half of the champagne at one gulp. It'll probably be pretty flat by the time we get back to it, Laura thought, giving Brad a sultry look, as if to let him know she was ready. Rock me, baby, her eyes told him. I'm ready for it. You can do it hard.

The amused, flinty look in his eye told her he had got her message. Both of them immediately began to feel excitingly giddy from having gulped down the champagne so fast, which seemed to make things happen extra fast too, as well as smoothly, as if they were gliding through a paradoxically rapid and yet slow-motion approach to an inevitable sexual moment. As he walked toward her after depositing his champagne glass on a small table near the fireplace, Laura, feeling extraordinarily aggressive, dropped slowly to her knees.

As if she were well-practiced at this, even though she had not done it months, maybe even years, when he stopped right before her, she unzipped his fly and snaked her fingers inside, quickly freeing his cock, which was already stiff and surging, a twitching reddish stalk of lust.

"Mmmm, you must enjoy being with me," she murmured, looking up at his face while curling her tongue around the bulbous head of his prick. "You're very hard already."

It was a beautiful, hot, throbbing cock. Not really huge, like some she had known, like Rob's, or Danny's, or Eric's. Certainly not in a league with Marshall's monster. But Brad's cock was still of a respectable size, especially thick, thicker than most, and beautifully shaped, slightly curved or bowed as it ascended, flaring at the top, and standing as fierce and proud and as hard as a shaft of marble, though very hot under her fingertips. It was a thrilling experience to feel such power in your hands, she realized, something maybe she had missed.

"It's hard not to get excited by looking at you," he panted, looking down at Laura as she began to lick his magnificent cock from top to bottom, before sucking it into her mouth. "Ah... ah!" he gasped, clenching his teeth.

She let the bulging wet head of his prick out of her mouth almost as quickly as she had taken it inside. "Oh no... you're not going to come yet," she smiled up at him. "No so fast. I want you in me. I don't want to wait. You have to have self-control. I want to suck this beautiful thing, but I don't want him to spurt yet. How about it?"

Brad, though he was clearly overwrought, grinned down at her. "Let's take this off, okay?" he said, beginning to strip off his shirt, then unbuckle his belt, a task that Laura quickly took over for him.

"Good idea," she panted softly, trying not to hurry.

In only seconds working together they had his clothes off, and he was pulling off his shoes, shedding his trousers, which were collapsed around his ankles. He reached down and grabbed Laura's wrist, lifting her to her feet and pulling her over to the bed. Carefully, as if he had done this many times before, he unbuttoned her expensive silk blouse and peeled it away from her body, exposing one of her sexiest black lace bras, which dipped deeply between her small, upswept, perfectly-shaped breasts. The bra made her cleavage seem deeper than it really was, and she could see the fire leap up in Brad's eyes as he looked at it.

Laura, knowing how much it excited her to watch a delicious half-naked girl remove her own bra, pulled back from him a little, flirting, and put her hands behind her back for the clasp, a motion that made her breasts, though small, jut forward provocatively.

"You like?" she teased.

Brad was frozen, transfixed, staring at her breasts and bra. He nodded slowly, swallowing.

Slowly, Laura unclasped the black bra and let it go limp but still held it loosely in place. She let the cups slide down inch by inch, watching his eyes as her naked breasts came completely into view. It was a thrill for her as much as it was for him. Usually, though she knew she had delicious little breasts herself, she was the one doing the looking, the slavering, the lusting, the slow, hot burn of desire as she watched her lover's breasts being exposed: Sara's amazing breasts and large, soft, black nipples, Dawn's large globes, Joy's pretty doves, Shontay's tiny teacups, all of them luscious and wildly desirable to her. But this time she got to be the center of attention herself, letting the black lace conceal her nipples until the last moment, relishing the glint of fiery lust in Brad's eyes.

Finally, she let the cups fall away. She batted her eyelashes at him playfully. "I want you to put that big hot thing right here," she murmured, pointing at the small valley between her naked breasts.

"Why don't you take off the rest first?" he said in a hoarse, clotted voice. "We might get carried away."

"You know, you're right," Laura smiled.

Though she was tempted to just rip everything off in haste, knowing that both of them were reaching the breaking point, she purposely forced herself to disrobe slowly. Every smooth, delicious inch of her skin appeared gradually as she inched off her skirt, then turned on the bed to give him a good view of her ass as she slid her panties slowly down her thighs.

This was more than Brad could take, finally. He crossed the short distance between them in a flash, scooping Laura up against his hard, angular body and running his hands feverishly all over her naked flesh. He kissed and sucked her neck, her shoulder, squeezing her breasts so that she could feel the rough skin of his palms against her sensitive nipples, which excited her further.

"Oh... yes," she panted. "Here... let me get these off."

She freed herself from his grasp long enough to finally disengage her panties from her ankles, then flung them across the room just in time to flow together with his next lustful lunge. Brad kissed her mouth hard, driving his tongue deep into it, and Laura ran her hand down to find his cock, which was hot and jumping and very stiff, a fat, gristly stalk of hot flesh.

"I want it here," she panted. "Put it here... at least for a few seconds."

"It might go off," Brad grinned, panting too. "You're goddamned beautiful."

"Thanks for the compliment," Laura said,, looking up at him wryly, quickly shifting her body so that she could get his hot, very hard cock between her breasts. "Now... you just let Mama play with him... and don't let him go off. You have to have a little self-control," she teased him, stroking the sides of his hot, thick shaft with the warm balls of her naked breasts.

Brad, she knew, was only a little older than she, maybe thirty-five, thirty-six. He couldn't possibly be like those young kids Eric, and Danny, who would shoot if you even smiled at their erect cocks. He had to be able to control it better by now, didn't he?

But as she looked down at his thick, warm, twitching prick nestled between her naked breasts, she truly wondered. His body was tense, he was breathing hard, and his cock visibly throbbed, the head of it ballooning dangerously. Do I dare touch it with my tongue? she wondered. I mean, I don't want to be hanging around here for an hour waiting for him to get it back. I'm a little horny myself, here. I want to be rammed.

"If I kiss him, he won't shoot, will he?" she asked softly, looking up into his eyes in her most coquettish manner.

"I... don't know... unghh!" he gulped hoarsely, looking down at his swollen cock between Laura's small, luscious globes. "I might not be able to help it! Laura... you've got me so hot!"

"Careful... careful..." Laura soothed him, pushing the small balls of her firm breasts against the stiff shaft of his cock. "Let him get used to it..." she purred, "let him get used to being smothered in Laura's pretty boobs."

Gently, she massaged his hot cock with her naked breasts, rubbing her thick coral nipples all over the shaft, stabbing them with the bulbous head of it, looking up to see him wince as he exerted all his effort not to come prematurely. As she did this, she could feel a happy little clenching in her asshole and knew what she wanted, what it wanted, what she was going to have quickly, if she didn't carelessly trip his trigger too soon.

Already a thick, warm, transparent fluid was leaking from the eye of his stiff cock, and she rubbed it all over her nipples, feeling her own blood beginning to hammer through her hot flesh and seethe with fuck need. She looked up at him with a soft, winsome, half-demure expression on her face.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass first," she whispered, watching the disbelief and excitement spread through his features as he realized what he was hearing. "I'll bet you want to know why."

Brad nodded rapidly, and she could also feel his hard cock flex and stiffen even more in her fingers. Oh, Laura thought, looks like all three of us want him to go in there.

"I know you're going to come fast," she explained. "I can feel him about ready to pop right now."

"Understatement of the year," Brad grinned, panting, as she peppered the thick, iron-hard shaft of his cock with hot little kisses.

"When you fuck me in my pussy, I want it to be long... and slow... and passionate," Laura murmured. "First I want a hard pounding in my ass. Short, but hard and hot."

Brad gracefully pulled away from her, getting his hard, jumping cock out of her hands, unwilling to put up with any more of the sweet torture Laura was putting it through. He dragged her down on the sheet next to him, running his hands along her naked back to her smooth round buns.

"You better be careful what you're saying," he laughed. "You've almost got me coming already just listening to you."

Laura kissed him and stuck her tongue in his ear, feeling his hands rise to her breasts and squeeze them urgently. "I want you to fuck me in the ass," she repeated. "My little asshole is dying to be hammered."

"I don't have any oil or anything," Brad panted, now dropping his mouth to one of her nipples and tonguing it.

"Suck it hard!" Laura panted back, suddenly grabbing his head in both hands and holding his mouth there. "Suck it harder."

Laura had always wondered why men, who seemed to be so extravagantly enamored of tits, frequently went no farther than hastily licking and gently squeezing them, when actually a good, passionate, ravenous sucking was what one needed. Usually one had to rely on another woman for that, a woman who already knew how it felt and what it could ignite.

"If I do, I'll come before I can get it in," Brad panted.

Laura smiled. "I know. Sorry. Maybe after."

She knew what he was saying because she too could almost come from the joy of sucking another woman's delicious swollen nipples. In some circumstances it could be just what it took to send you over the edge. Not wanting that to happen this time, she quickly shifted the mood by rolling off the bed and finding her purse. Quickly she extracted from it the small bottle of baby oil she always kept with her, just for emergencies like this one.

She flipped the cap open and again approached his throbbing spike of flesh. "Do you want to put a towel down first? To protect the sheet?"

Brad clenched his teeth, half-grinning at her methodical style, half consumed by sexual need. He shook his head. "Who can wait?"

She handed him the small plastic bottle. "Here, take this and make me ready. When you can get two fingers in, I can handle it."

She stretched out on her stomach, with her ass slightly uptilted to him, and lay her cheek on her crossed wrists. She didn't mind coaching him on how to proceed since she had no idea if he had ever done this before and also knew how hungry he was for her naked body. We want a hard, short, fierce fuck here, she thought, not a clumsy, brutal rape.

But it turned out that she had nothing to worry about with Brad. He was still the consummate gentleman, even though nearly overcome by sharp sexual hunger. In fact, for a few seconds he could only stroke and admire Laura's naked ass, running his fingers over the beautiful smooth moons, slipping them gingerly into the crack between, enjoying the fine curve of Laura's flesh. This aroused Laura completely. She had already been hot, and this gesture made her hotter.

Oh yes! she thought. Yes. Do it. You love my ass, don't you.

"God, Laura you are beautiful," he whispered in awe.

"Don't adore me... just fuck me," she found herself saying, quoting one of Sara's favorite expressions, then giggling as she realized what she was doing.

It was an infectious giggle and caught Brad up in her amusement too. He laughed. "Okay, I understand my duty."

He oiled his fingers and began slowly to probe her ass, making Laura coo and squirm as she felt the welcome invasion. Oh shit, am I going to come hard. For a moment time seemed suspended. They had dined, they had chatted, they had played billiards, then had kissed... but now they were submerged momentarily in some slow-motion, underwater ritual where their naked bodies were synchronizing, joining in a sensual rhythm that was preparing their flesh for an imminent cataclysm.

Laura was now more in tune with Brad's naked, masculine body than anything else. It was not his mind, his wit, his gentleman's manners, his relaxed confidence that concerned her but his hard flesh. Brad had a compact, athletic body with the hardness that came from frequent workouts or vigorous games like racquet ball. His hands were strong, and firm, and within seconds he had her moaning and twisting. With his right hand he probed her anus, preparing it for the ultimate invasion, and with the other he rubbed Laura's wet pussy skillfully.

"Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, writhing a little, looking back over her shoulder. "Yes... I think... I think I'm ready for it."

She watched while he withdrew his hands from her crotch and quickly spread more baby oil over his cock, which was now raging and swelling beyond belief. Laura knew a few hard jabs would be enough to make it spurt. His cock, as she had noted earlier, was average in size, not a monster like some others she had known, though perhaps a little thicker in girth, but now that it was all shiny with oil and tumescent and thumping like a purplish erect salami, it looked much bigger.

Brad saw her looking at it. She had no idea what expression he must have perceived in her face, but he broke into a smile. "You want it?"

Laura nodded. "I want it. Take it easy at first, but then give it to me hard and fast."

"I don't want to hurt you, Laura," he panted as he positioned himself between her spread thighs, behind her slightly uptilted ass.

"You won't."

She held her breath as he began to slip his greased, phenomenally stiff prick into her ass. He had prepared her so well, using two fingers as she had suggested, and Laura was already so aroused that the penetration was not as difficult as she had expected.

"Oh god... that's tight!" Brad grunted softly, gasping as if in pain as he inched it into her.

"Oh!" Laura pinched off a cry with her teeth. Tears sprang to her eyes once again. "Oh! Just take it slow... that's it... yes! Unhhh!"

Finally, the whole shaft was sunk in her ass. Laura had had the ribbed strap-on dildo and the lower appendage of the Double Penetrator in her ass many times over the past few months, but it seemed years since she had had an actual, live, hot cock up her back passage. She couldn't even remember who it had belonged to. But this one, even though it was human flesh, felt harder than any rubber or plastic dildo she could remember. It felt like a hot piece of iron pipe in her ass, with a swollen knob on the end of it, and she began to quiver and moan excitedly as Brad started moving it in and out of her.

It was also thick and fat, as well as hard as a rock. Maybe because it was so thick, she felt more crammed and split by it than usual.

"Unggh! Ohnmmgg! Unghh!" she groaned as he slid his hard pole in and out slowly. "Oh shit." She winced as he sunk the fat shaft deep in her ass.

One of her hands darted, almost instinctively, down to her wet pussy, and she began to rub her clit rapidly, spastically, since she knew killing explosions were near. Brad now held her hips in his strong hands, pushing deeper, his body tense and driving for sexual release. And yet he saw or felt her groping in her own crotch and with one hand quickly brushed her hand aside, replacing it with his own, massaging her swollen clit vigorously as he began to fuck her harder.

"Oh yes! Unghh!" Laura panted, wincing, grimacing as the huge fat piston of his stiff prick impaled her again and again. "Ohnnggg yesssss!"

"Annggh!" Brad grunted softly, spearing her, now rising up over her back and fucking her from above more than from behind, drilling his stiff cock down into her body. "Angghh! Oh... Laura! Unghh!"

"Yes! Yes! Do it hard!" she half-yelped at him, nearly incapacitated by the fierce pumping he was now giving her plundered asshole.

Even though it seemed like an eternity, she knew they had only been doing it about thirty seconds. He had only thrust into her four or five times, but she knew he was going to pop any second, and she was too. That knowledge made almost any quick roughness bearable, since she knew it wouldn't last.

"Oh! Unghhh! Aiinngghh! Are you going to come!" she whimpered to him. "Are you going to come, baby?"

Brad was clenching and pumping and gasping maniacally, gripping Laura's body hard, his fingers biting into her flesh, fucking her sharply, so overcome by sexual need that he could barely speak.

"Ungghh! Oh yes!" he panted. "Right now! Unghh!"

"Awwoonngg!" Laura howled, feeling his hard, fat cock stab into her ass one last time. "Unnmmgghhppfff... oh god oh god!"

She could feel his cock spewing hot spurts of jism deep in her bowel, which clenched frantically as her own orgasm swelled up inside her womb and burst through her straining flesh.

"Auunnrrrghhhh!" she heard Brad cry out, a loud, strangled cry of anguish and fierce pleasure.

Then everything was obliterated in a fierce rush of punishing ecstasy that overwhelmed her. The hot jets of cum shooting deep into her clenching rectum triggered her own climax in a flash, and her body almost buckled under the force of it, jackknifing up off the bed, even though Brad's angular, tension-hard body had slumped forward onto her.

"Oouungghh!" she howled in a wild groan. "Anngghmmnniieeee!" The first spasm of her orgasm was so strong that she even had the power to fling him up too in her reflexive motion, and then they both fell back to the mattress, Laura keening and moaning, Brad gasping and trying to hold her steady as she continued coming. "Owwnnmmnnggiieeee!" Laura cried out, squirming and dying of pleasure under him.

After that she didn't know what happened for a few seconds, surrendering totally to the throbbing, feathery aftershocks of this tumultuous climax, hearing Brad's breath chuffing in her ear until it returned to a semblance of normal and he began to push himself up and extract his wilting cock from her tight anal orifice. Laura shook herself back to consciousness as she felt him climb off her back. Her asshole was still tingling and fluttering a little from the invasion. She could, it seemed to her, still feel the gobs of warm jism he had left in it.

"Mmmmm, that was a pretty good start," she smiled over at him, reaching out tenderly to stroke his now-limp cock. "He is a tiger."

Brad grinned and gave her an embarrassed, but also proud, little chortle. "It's a wonder he wasn't defanged by that hot little pincher of yours. God, Laura, I've never had a piece like that in my life."

She patted his damp, limp, still pleasingly thick cock with her fingers. "Don't you worry, sport, you're going to have one even better in a few minutes, when he gets his juice back. Now, point me to the bathroom where I can clean up a little, okay?"

"Down that way," he pointed. "There's even a bidet, if you want to use it. My mother was French."

"So that's why you're so hot in the sack," Laura winked at him as she left.

The bathroom was indeed a marvel of luxury that even the Romans would have envied. There was a stand-alone marble tub, as well as a profusion of other ingenious fixtures and devices, all of them impossibly elegant and expensive. Laura contented herself with a little sponging and washing, feeling sure that she would have a chance to try out all the other gadgets some day in the future. He probably never had any woman ask him to fuck her in the ass before, she thought, trying not to feel smug about it as she returned to the bedroom. And gosh, he really reamed it out pretty good.

Brad had disappeared from the bedroom himself while she was gone, but he soon returned, wearing an expensive maroon silk dressing gown and carrying a Lalique crystal snifter of brandy and two brandy glasses on a silver tray.

"You're making me feel... naked," Laura said, playfully trying to cover her body with her hands.