Shanna trembled dramatically. “Do you… have a weapon?” she asked. She heard Dean cross around to the front of the sofa where she sat. He grabbed her hand, placed the flat of it on his leg and directed it upward. Through his slacks she could feel the long, hard rod of his growing erection.
“What do you think?” he said, menacingly.
“I think you are well armed,” she said.
He pulled her up from the sofa and Shanna heard the jangling of keys. “Let’s go,” he said.
“Mr. Smith! Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll find out soon enough!” He led her to the door and helped her on with her coat. The door opened and she could feel the cool night air against her face. After he’d settled her in the car, he leaned toward her, his lips barely brushing hers.
“You must be very well behaved, Miss Evers,” he said, his breath mingling with hers. She could feel the points of her nipples rising and brushing against the lace of her bra. Her panties were twisted and damp, riding up against the lips of her pussy in a delicious way. She squirmed on the seat. “Don’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
“What don’t you want to do?” she said pertinently.
Dean’s hand slid up her leg under her skirt, his fingers slipping into her wet panties in an instant. He slipped a finger up into her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Shanna sucked in her breath, her pussy contracting around Dean’s finger. Just as quickly as he’d slid into her, his hand disappeared, and as Shanna moaned, he started the car.
“Where- where are we going?” she asked quietly.
“No questions,” he said, flipping the radio on and pulling out of the drive.
They drove for about twenty minutes, Dean silent in the seat next to her. Then the car stopped. “Stay here,” he said, leaving her in the car. She waited, obeying his command. She was pleasantly surprised — in addition to going along with Shanna’s game, he seemed to really be getting into it — she never dreamed they would leave the comfort of their house for this. Dean was going over and above.
Her car door opened, and Dean grasped her arm, pulling her out of the car. “Walk,” he ordered. He held her arm behind her and she could feel him against her buttocks. The air was chilly and made her nipples rise. They walked a short distance, and she heard the jangling of keys and she was ushered inside. She heard a door close, then Dean told her to take off her clothes.
“Slowly,” he said, and she heard him cross the room and sit. She began removing her clothing and imagined him watching her. She imagined his hard body, the one she knew so well, imagined him rubbing his hand over his hard cock through his slacks. She shivered, new moisture flooding her panties. She reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra, removing it, her ample breasts spilling out, then she stepped out of her panties.
“Lie back on the bed,” Dean said, and Shanna heard a noise — zzzzzzp — as he undid his own zipper. She thought about his cock — it was nice, not overly large, but thick and smooth. He had a deep ridge around the head of it that made a wonderful friction against her when they made love. Shanna lay back on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he said, “Let me see you.”
Shanna did as she was told, spreading her knees wide for her lover. She imagined her pussy, open, wet, pink and shining, laid bare for him. She sighed, trailing her hand over her breasts, her belly, teasing her soft, curly hair. She rubbed a finger over her clit.
Suddenly, his mouth was on her, hot and probing, his tongue pointy and hard licking up and down the length of her. He grasped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him, his tongue dipping into her like a small penis, licking and licking.
He wrapped his lips around her hard little button and sucked. Shanna cried out and grasped his hair, pulling him to her. He slid a thumb into her, fucking her as he sucked. He moaned against her clit, the vibration of sound making her buck under him and when he pushed another finger into her ass she shuddered, her honey spilling into his mouth.
“Mmmmm, very good, Ms. Evers,” he said. “Now on to the — second phase of our encounter.”
Dean rose, and Shanna lay quivering on the bed. Soon, she heard a low humming coming from the next room. What could he be up to? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Dean then led her to another room. It was hot and steamy inside. He took her hand.
“Careful,” he said. “Watch your step.” He took her arm and put his other hand on the small of her back and led her up a few stairs. Then he stepped around her and she heard water sloshing. “Step down,” he said. “Carefully.”
Shanna stepped down into steamy water. Dean put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her into the hot water, then flicked a switch and the hot tub bubbled to life. Shanna smiled, pleased at Dean’s participation and attention to detail in the fantasy.
She sat in the water, which bubbled up around her shoulders and soon felt Dean’s hands on her thighs, parting them, spreading her apart, the hot water reaching every crevasse. His fingers, cooler than the water, slid between the lips of her hot pussy, his thumb working over the nub of her clitoris, which had risen like a tiny penis in excitement.
Shanna sighed, sinking into the water, her mound rubbing into his hand as he stimulated her. Her desire grew deep in her belly, and she moaned, wanting him.
His body came closer, and she felt his legs wrap around her waist in the water, his hard cock thrusting up between her breasts. She reached up, cupping them in her hands and pushed them together around his cock, and he began to move his hips faster and faster, sliding up and down between her ample bosoms.
She felt him reach around behind her head, and he pulled off the blindfold. They were in a lush hot tub room, rife with plants and lit candles. She looked up to meet his eyes, but saw he could not take his own from the sight of his cock thrusting between her tits.
She followed his eyes down and could see the flushed pink, shiny head of his cock slide up between her breasts, cum beginning to leak from the tip. She bent her head, flicking her tongue and licked at it and Dean moaned with desire.
Shanna looked up at him wickedly. “Is this the flexible part?” she asked.
Dean’s smile was equally wicked. “No,” he said. “This is.” With that he pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest. He turned in the water then, and reached down, putting his hands under her thighs and pulling her legs up, her knees crushed to her chest, opening her like a butterfly, her entire pussy exposed in the water, her vagina open and pulsing, her clit poking out at the top.
Then he moved forward, positioning her open pussy in the path of the strongest hot tub jet. The water pounded against the sensitive tissue, vibrating and pulsing against her clit, her opening, like a ghost cock, fucking her.
Shanna’s hips bucked against the jet, she moaned, her pussy throbbing as if it was filled with Dean’s cock. He moved her closer, pulling her legs up over her shoulders, maneuvering her in the pulsing jet.
Then he turned slightly and a lower jet began to pound against her open asshole, causing deeper sensations in her, unknown sensations. At the same time, he moved his hand, pushing his fingers into her pussy as the water pounded her ass. His thumb snaked up, rubbing her clit roughly and Shanna cried out, her pussy contracting around his fingers as she began to come.
Dean disengaged her roughly, turning her in the water to him, impaling her with his stiff cock, his hips bucking up against her, the hot, steamy water gouting up between them, splashing it and their mutual cum against their chests and faces.
***
The next morning a tousle-haired Shanna came sleepily down to the kitchen. Dean was at the counter in a pair of pajama bottoms, looking sexier than Shanna ever remembered. She smiled at him, thinking about their wonderful night in the suite of the most expensive hotel in town. They’d left early in the morning, walking hand in hand down the street to a bakery that was just opening, like new lovers, sharing a roll before going home to their own bed for some rest.