Dark Magick---- Week 3

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Dark magick

Hell breaks Loose… again

“You invite a stranger into your house and let him spend the night.” I held the phone away from my ear and Josh’s voice was still felt as if it would shatter my eardrum.

Actually two. My stomach tightens at the thought of telling him the next part.

“I didn’t actually invite him. I brought in a cat, the cat turned into a man.”(I left out the naked and well hung part)

“You should have made him leave.” Finally h stopped shouting so loud.

“He refuses, says the demon can’t touch him here.”

“Demon?”

“Yeah. Yesterday evening another man showed up to claim him. I thought they were lovers but they aren’t. He’s a Demon that has a claim to him.”

“You believed this garbage? Fallon, what’s come over you?”

How do I explain the proof over the phone? I tell him the entire story of course leaving off my thoughts and attraction to them both. Do I blurt out your girlfriend is lusting after, not only a mage, but a real honest to goodness Demon? I think not.

“You should’ve called the cops, or at least me. Fallon, shit! I can’t believe how dumb you can be at times!”

“Gee thanks Josh for the vote of confidence.”

“What the hell do you expect me to say? You tell me you have a strange man in your house and he spends the night. You rarely let me spend the night and we been together for three years.”

“We didn’t sleep together! Gosh after three years you could trust me!” Why should he when don’t trust myself?

“I never said I didn’t trust you! Dammit! I’m worried about you! He could kill you, rape you or worse!”

“I’m alive and he didn’t touch me.” I wanted him to though, really badly. The Demon even more.

“So is he gone now?”

Telling him the truth is gonna really be bad, but if I lie and he comes over and finds out I lied it will be worse so I decide to tell the truth. Honesty is supposedly the best policy.

“No. He is still here.”

“Both of them?” Josh sounds incredulous.

“No, just Sebastian. The Demon can’t come back until dusk.”

I can envision him sitting there shaking his head then dropping it, cradling it between his hands. I know him that well.

“He has to leave, Fallon.”

“I don’t know how to make him. I told him, but he says he is going nowhere until he figures out how to get the demon off his back.”

“CALL THE FRIGGIN COPS!” I have to pull the phone away again.

“He says he will spell them or kill them if I do.”

“Fine! I’ll take care of it myself!”

Bzzz bzzz bzzz. Dialtone! Crap he hung up and is probably on his way. Now what do I do. Will Sebastian kill him?

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I go into the living room where I find Sebastian already up, sprawled out on the sofa in nothing but the boxer briefs I bought him, reading the witchcraft book I clonked him with the other night.

I need my camera; I could get rich with a photo like this on the Internet.

Looking up at me, he lays the book on the coffee table. He smiles coyly, his golden eyes gleaming. His bad-boy good-looks heating me throughout. My panties dampen. This is not going to be any better a day than the last two.

“You look troubled Ma’lady”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Fallon! Oh never mind! It doesn’t matter what you call me. You have to leave. Now!”

“I can’t do that. Not until we find a way to free me from Matanbuchas. I am safe here. At least until all Hallows Eve.”

“How can we free you, like in the next two minutes? Why before Halloween?”

“Since I have no idea how to free myself as of yet, I’ll answer the other part. On All Hallows Eve the demons roam free to make deals, bargains, and call in markers. That is, they can claim souls they have deeds too. Why do I only have two minutes?”

BANG! BANG! BANG! The door practically vibrated for the furious knocking.

“You don’t. He’s here and he is madder than Hell! Get to your room! Don’t come out until I say so, no matter what you hear!”

He stands up quickly. My eyes trail his nearly naked body.

“And put on some clothes!”

“Fallon! Open the Damn door right this instant or I’ll kick it in!”

“Someone is angry. I should stay here. He sounds like he means to do harm.”

“Yeah but it’s not me he wants to harm, so get the heck to your room and get dressed fast!”

I can’t help but admire his tight backside and be taken aback by the protective tone in his voice as he strides down the hall.

Josh pushes past me as I open the door, nearly knocking me over. I grab him by the arm and pull him in pressing my lips to his. I kiss him hungrily, hoping make him forget why he came. Or at least distract him long enough for Sebastian to get dressed. He gives in as my tongue presses for invitation.

“Eh he hum.” Sebastian clears his throat.

Perfect! I told him to not come out until I called for him.

Josh makes a move towards Sebastian and all of a sudden stops abruptly, as if frozen in his tracks.

I glare at Sebastian. His face remains calm, self-assured, confident. Even though Josh is taller by several inches, and quite a bit broader. He doesn’t seem intimidated at all by Josh’s size or the burning anger in his steel blue eyes.

Josh stands there fuming. He pulls me closer, positioning me slightly behind him, taking a protective stance, even though it seemed he was unable to move forward.

“You need to get the Hell out of this house before I pitch you out on your bony ass!”

Josh’s deep voice seemed to echo through the room causing me to flinch. I guess the pissing contest begins.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do that, and you cannot remove me.”

“We will see about that!” Josh lunges forward, striking out at Sebastian. He stops cold.

“What the hell! Why can’t I move?”

“Sebastian! Release him! There will be no spells in this house!”

“Behemoth, you can’t move because I have put restraints on you. Ma’lady I won’t harm him, though I don’t believe he means no harm. It’s best he remains restrained until we can all three come to terms. I take it this giant means something to you.”

“Quit calling him names. Yes. Josh is my friend.”

“When did I become just a friend? You told me he invited himself here against your wishes, and you had no desire for him to stay!” Josh turns to me and glares.

“She actually brought me here. Though she didn’t know I was actually a man. As to her desires, that’s entirely her business.” He glances at me seductively and winks.

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Josh gives me a very angry look.

“Let’s just sit down and discuss this like adults ok?

Sebastian sits in the nearest chair still close to the hallway leading to his room. Smart man.

I take Josh’s hand and lead him towards the couch. Surprised that he could walk, though he still seems to be somewhat restrained in movements. If he moves in Sebastian’s direction he just freezes. We sit on the couch and he pulls me close wrapping his arm tightly, possessively over my shoulder. It seems like it took all afternoon to come to the agreement that Sebastian would stay, in the guest room. It still was unsettled if I would stay, (which I was insisting) with Josh also staying (which I was trying to figure a way to prohibit) or go to Josh’s to stay until Sebastian found his escape or Halloween whichever came first. I finally persuaded Josh to take me out to dinner and a much needed drink, though Sebastian refused to leave the sanctuary of my house. I really don’t want Josh to be here when the Demon shows up after dark. I doubt that meeting will go anywhere near as well as this one had.

I shower and dress quickly. I know Josh is under some sort of a spell where he can’t physically harm Sebastian, but I don’t feel comfortable leaving the two alone.

It was really cool when I came out and both men looked me over appreciatively and whistled simultaneously. It really felt good, since I know I am no beauty. Right at that moment I felt like a goddess, seeing the desire in both men’s eyes. Josh pulls me in for a hungry kiss. As Josh’s lips trail down my cheek to my throat as if claiming me in front of Sebastian, I turn my head slightly looking at Sebastian. His tongue flicks over his upper lip, his golden eyes gleam with burning need. His erection pressing tightly in the black jeans I bought him.

I clear my throat and gently push Josh off me. He smiles possessively as his eyes land on the huge bulge showing in Sebastian’s jeans, he quickly grabs me and leads me to the door.

“Don’t wait up. I hope you have earplugs just in case she insists we come back here. She’s quite the screamer.”

I guess he made his intentions clear. Talk about cavemen!

 

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Things seem to go better at dinner. I try to keep Josh’s mind occupied with any topic as far from Mages, magic, demons, black cats, and strange men in my apartment, as much as possible. By the time we had a second drink and finished our appetizer, the evening seemed to fall into its normal pattern. We moved into the bar after finishing our meal, Josh opting for a large community table near the TV’s as usual. I sat watching people dance and have a great time, wondering why tonight I felt so bored and disinterested in Josh. This is our normal Saturday night date. I have never seemed to mind before. We would have a nice dinner, maybe a movie or something, and then stop in here for drinks. Or Josh would come and watch the game and I would be a good girlfriend watching Josh and occasionally dancing with one of his friends, the gay regulars, or the wives of his friends.   Tonight my mind seemed to be at home with a very sexy mysterious man, and worse than that, an even more intriguing Demon.

Josh seems even more glued to the tv than usual. Practiaclly spellbound. I excuse myself to go the  ladies room and see if I recognize anyone Josh would allow me to dance with when I spot him at a table off to the side but close to the dance floor.

He raises his glass as if in a toast, smiling widely his teeth almost too white to be real. My shoulder hits the wall bringing me back to my senses. Even as dark as his eyes are the lights seem to reflect the mischievous glint in them. I seem to melt all over as he winks and gestures to me to join him. I look over and see josh still glued to the TV. It doesn’t seem he has even noticed that I am gone.  I shake my head an hurriedly dodge into the bathroom door as two giggly college aged girls come out. Good maybe he will turn his attention to them now and leave me be.

 Shutting the door behind me I slump against the wall. What on earth is he doing here? Why isn’t he at my house tormenting Sebastian? Has he already killed him and here to finish off me, the only witness? My heart pounds faster.

 I finish my business, check myself in the mirror, reapply a bit of lip gloss and step out the door, my mind set I won’t even glance near the dance floor, just go straight to Josh and convince him to go home.

“We need to talk.”

Large strong hands cover my outh as I let out a muffled shriek.

“Shh. I mean you no harm, but we have business to discuss. Then after that perhaps we can shake up this rather bring dancehall.” He flashes another of those sexy suggestive looks, his large body hiding me as he presses me against the wall.

“Don’t yell out, I’ve cast a spell. No one will hear you.” He seems to follow the movement of my eyes as I look towards where Josh still sits watching a ballgame.

“No need to worry about him. He won’t miss you. He thinks you are still there beside him. Everything will be just as it was when you return to his side.” He removes his hand from my mouth, but doesn’t move away from me yet.

“Good, so come join me at my table. I’ll buy you a drink or two, then after we decide what to do with the mage we can dance and enjoy ourselves.”  He moves his handsome face so close I can smell his breath. The hint of whiskey and cinnamon making me long for a taste. Is this a spell he is weaving over me? Surely I can’t be lusting this much over a Demon. Though he does look like a man. A very handsome, sexy man.

I follow him back to the table and accept the  Jack and coke he ordered me. Can he read my mind?     

“If you can read my mind, why the game?” I blurt out.

“Read your mind? Dear, I have no desire to be able to read the thoughts of humans. Though I guess it does seem that way. I am just very observant. In less than an hour, I surmised that you are very unhappy with your current boyfriend, and you like Jack and coke, since you have ordered two in the past hour.”

“I am very happy with  Josh.”

“You can’t lie to a demon, so save your breath. Your sex life or lack of it is no concern of mine. I have more important issues to deal with. I must return the thief back to where he belongs before he hurts someone. That someone being you.”

“Funny, he seems to think he needs to protect me from you. So one of you are lying to me.”

“Obviously you think since I am a Demon you think its me. Trust me; the mage you harbor is much more dangerous and devious than any Demon you will ever encounter. ”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“So a mere mortal is more dangerous than a demon? I must seem awfully gullible if you think id even half believe that.” I take a quick drink.

“What makes you think he is mortal? He escaped from a place a close to hell as you can get without being there, he is centuries old, and has more magic in him than any mage and most demons, yet you think he is mortal?”

“I guess you have a good point there. So what is it you want of me?” I blush at the way his eyes trail over me.

He quickly stands pulling me with him.

“A dance.” He leans in close, his voice thick and sexy as he whispers it into my ear.

“I thought you said we have business to discuss?”

“We do, but I have a good ten days, Why waste such a lovely evening. Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight. We can discuss business tomorrow.” He led me to the dance floor like a lamb to slaughter.

“About that, You can’t come to my house. Josh is mad enough about Sebastian being there. I could never explain you.”

“Let me handle that. He won’t be there. I’ll take care of it and don’t worry your pretty head about your human boyfriend. He won’t come to harm by my hand.” He pulls me close his body guiding mine to the music. I find myself sinking into his warmth and wanting the moment to never end. Well actually I’d like the moment to become hours with more contact and less clothes.   What on earth is wrong with me wanting a Demon?

 

 

It's gettign exciting isnt it? WOuld you be enthralled by a Demon? I'd love to know who you are routing for Mat, or Sebastian or even Josh?

In case you missed  the first episode youcan find it here and the second episode can be found here!

See ya Next week!!

 

 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Faere Warrior: Passion's Price Pt 3

Hmm, well we already know there's more to Keegan than meets the eyes. Apparently Salena has an unusual secret as well.  I swear she doesn't look a day over 25!  Poor Kyle, he has no idea what kind of mess he's walked into. As if the contract with the Fae weren't enough he's walked into the proverbial fire.

Passion's Price Pt 3

The Night Shift

by

Ellie Mack

Keegan stretched and smiled. Salena was an amazing lover. She matched him move for move, and even bettered him a few times he’d have to admit. She might make this assignment tolerable after all. Dealing with Lee was worth it if he could counter it with Salena.

She was like no other women he’d known. Her dark features striking, her deep brown eyes were sultry yet demure, and her body was divine. He reached for her without opening his eyes only to find there was nothing there. He sat up abruptly, disappointed that she had gone. Keegan raked his fingers through his disheveled hair while searching the room hoping that just maybe she was still here.

He spotted the folded note on the nightstand, and knew. He swung his legs down, reaching for the note at the same time.

“Thanks for the best time I’ve had in ages. Hope to run into you again.”

                                                                  Salena M.

“Bloody hell!” He made his way to the bathroom grumbling. He’d lay odds Lee had something to do with it.

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It had been a week; no sign of Salena at the club, at any local restaurant, not even at the gas station. Keegan was a brooding mess by the time he settled into his apartment.

“She’s just a female, get over her arsehole.” Lee threw the insult at him like a ball of fire.

“Shut it.” Keegan was in no mood to hear Lee’s insults.

“Was it that you haven’t had any for so long that you were so grateful to the whore for giving you a mercy fuck? Or that you’re actually the brood mare.” Lee walked in a slow arrogance, sauntering across the floor without any cares.

Keegan jumped up from his plush chair, and slammed Lee to the ground. “I said shut the fuck up you arsehole.” He threw a punch that if Lee had been human would have broken his nose. “I doon expect ya to understand ya heartless fairy.” Keegan was bent over him, his face close to Lee’s.

With a blast of force, Lee threw Keegan off, into the far wall as bones cracked, Keegan sliding down the wall into a heap. He lay there for a few seconds his chest rising and falling before endeavoring to rise. Slowly, Keegan pushed himself up, twisting his neck popping, then rotating his shoulders popping then adjusting his back as a series of loud grating, popping noises could be heard.

“Pathetic human. You’re no match for me.” Lee sent another force in thought that slammed him back into the wall.

Keegan squirmed against the force trying to break free to no avail.

“Good, now that we understand each other. You’ve got work to do. Quit sulking over the female, there are hundreds more for Danaa’s sake.” He sent a piercing pain through Keegan's right shoulder.

Keegan clenched, but didn’t utter a sound.

“Save your fight for my dark brethren. The elders report there is an open portal that hundreds are streaming through. If you’re done with your little sulk, you have a contract to uphold.”

“I dinna sign your fuckin’ contract. I do it to honor my fatha.”

Lee chuckled. “Yes well, . . . one way or the other you have a job to do.” He picked up the Sword of Light and placed it in Keegan’s hand and winked. “Get on with it.” At that he sifted Keegan to the location of the portal.

Keegan found himself at steel doors at the base of the Golden Gate Bridge. To the right of the door was a cleft in the rock, where the stone was crumbling away. As he stood, three Dark Fae wriggled their slimy bodies through the opening, making their hideous screeching sounds.

“Oh bloody hell! He set to work, just before a horde of them began to emerge from the small cavern hidden by the crumbling wall. Keegan knew his job well. He performed the skilled ballet of a seasoned warrior with the grace and ease that would have been expected from a smaller man instead of one of his massive size. The slightest touch from the Sword of Light sent them back through the portal, squealing that ear splitting screech they had.

He had to pursue some up the hill, towards the bridge then noticed about a dozen climbing along the chains on the underside of the bridge. “Damn!” He took off after them. Climbing was his least favorite, and the under structure of a bridge had been his demise thrice already. Thank the Fae for their healing powers, he’d been revived and had some of their Fae magic coursing through his veins giving him a form of immortality. As he climbed the super structure he spotted a figure clad in black climbing steadily about 500 feet ahead of him. It was a slayer.

It had been some time since he'd run across a slayer, since his first Fae round up in France ten years ago. As he climbed faster he noticed the sleek grace this slayer had, a confidence in their movements, a reserved power of ease in their style. He almost admired the slayer’s form, except they aided the enemy. Slayers actually aided the dark Fae. A deception spoken to an elite sect of warriors, in a time when battles had lessened on earth was easily grasped with manifestations of the dark Fae creatures that emerged before them. By destroying the Fae however, it upset the delicate balance that had to be maintained to keep the wards between the realms.

He seemed to move slow and sluggish as he watched the first two creatures drop, changing to a human form in midair before they fell into the waters below. He was too far away, Keegan couldn’t get to this slayer in time without a boost of Fae magic. He spoke the words and touched his gold torque, and was suddenly thrust in front of the slayer. His sword tip brushed three of the Fae, causing them to nearly dissolve into a black hissing mist, that trailed back inside the cavern. He rushed ahead, in order to reach the remaining Fae before the slayer.

When He had sent the last one screeching towards the cavern he turned to deal with the slayer. The slayer froze before him, crouched with a catlike grace, then bolted back to the shore swinging with ridiculous ease to he shore.

By the time Keegan had both feet planted firmly on Terra firma; the slayer had long since bolted, speeding off on a black bike. He had one answer at least. He walked to the wall where the stones crumbled and began the chant to close the portal. He knew it would be temporary until he could find the source that opened the portal in the first place.

Fatal Indiscretions Episode 6

FATAL INDISCRETIONS EPISODE 6

By Anjie Harrte

Episode 5 – Recap

Sherry and her husband meet for dinner at Rumours Café where things get hot between them. At the dinner table Ryan is swept up in the hotness of the moment and slips his fingers into his wife rocking her body to an orgasm. As the moment continues to heat up, he takes her to the men’s washroom and drives her home to another crashing orgasm. On their way out of the hotel which houses the café, they bump into the art instructor, Paul, and Sherry becomes nervous. Introductions are short as Paul heads into the hotel with his arms around a tall beauty. At home Ryan notices the missing side view mirrors and questions Sherry about them, it is here the story resumes.

Episode 6

I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. My throat was tight and I feared if I said anything I would give myself away. His eyes were questioning and his body was stiff.

“What happened to your car Sherry?” he asked once more. Nonchalantly, I turned to the car and sighed. “That? That happened at the old Dutch Market earlier today.”

“What were you doing in that neighbourhood?” he asked, his forehead crinkling up as he raised his eyebrows. I sometimes forget how much older than me he was and how much more experience he had; maybe that is why he has been able to read me all these years.

“I heard there was a store there that sold sexy lingerie straight out of Brazil, the kind those Brazilian girls wear at the strip club down town,” I lied, relying on something I heard in the mall about a store on the top floor.

“But you shouldn’t be in areas like that; you know how dangerous they are and the sort of people who live in those…” I cut him short; with his tongue taken up he couldn’t continue to rant. I kissed him ravenously, with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and pulled me in close. He was just about to pick me up when his phone went off. He tried to pull away to answer it but I pulled him back in, tightening my grasp and kissing him more intensely. However, the phone didn’t stop but continued to ping. He pulled away again. “Leave it,” I said.

“I can’t,” he retorted as he took it out and answered it.

I was furious; steam was probably emanating from my ears as I stood there in our garage and watched him walk past me into the house. I sighed deeply and decided not to be the usual me, instead of sulking or being angry over it, I headed upstairs. I passed him at the kitchen counter and rubbed my body against him; he was listening to someone on the other end intently and watched me from the side of his eye. I stopped at the door to the stairs that led from the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom and licked my lips as I curled my fingers in front of me beckoning him. He looked at me and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. I turned and headed upstairs.

I eased my body out of the red dress and watched my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in lingerie that I bought from the Brazilian store; a low cut lacey panty with no crutch and a bikini lacey bra. I went to the box still sitting on the vanity top and took out the lace neck band and clipped it around my neck. I slipped on the knee high stockings and clipped on the straps attaching it to the panties. Then I slipped my red shoes back on  and quickly lit a few candles around the room.

When I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs I stood at the foot of the bed, my feet spread apart and my hands on my hips. He came through the door and stopped, running his hands through his curly hair and biting his bottom lip. I smiled at him and took a step towards him when he said, “I am so sorry honey.”

I stopped and tilted my head at him, confused.

“I have to go in to the office, Barry said that the accounts aren’t balancing and the audit starts tomorrow,” his eyes were pleading as he spoke.

“Audit?” I asked.

“I told you we were being audited by Inland Revenue, so we hired a private firm to do the audits for us first over the weekend so we could be prepared for Inland Revenue next week.”

I dropped on the edge of the bed and sighed; he hadn’t mentioned this before.

“Why would Inland Revenue want to audit us, did we not pay our taxes, declare the right amounts, what? Why?” I asked, as my head seemed to be swirling around in circles.

“I promise to tell you everything when I return, for now Barry needs me to go over some figures with him,” he didn’t move to me to comfort me, he stood by the door and when I looked up with tears in my eyes, it seemed to send him through the door faster.

I fell on the bed fighting that feeling that wanted to overtake me. I blinked back the tears and listened as his car left. I had a lot of high hopes for tonight and now they were all down the drain. I picked up my phone and went through the directory, I needed to talk to someone, I needed to feel better, I wasn’t going to be this emotional wreck all the time. I dialed Alaine’s number, she was the closest thing I had to a friend, maybe talking things through with someone else would make me feel better. Her phone rang and went to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message, it was almost 11pm, she was probably fast asleep. I continued to skimmed through the contacts and realized I had no one else to rely on. If Cathy was around I would call her and chat, just listening to her voice sometime made me feel better, but that wasn’t an option. I went on to the blackberry messenger and looked for her at least there I could send her a message. Her status said asleep. I couldn’t disturb her either.

I fidgeted with the blackberry for awhile, going through my contacts and their updates. Then I changed my status. Before it had read, “new beginnings,” I sighed and changed it to a sad face. Then I plopped the phone on the bed and headed for my bag with art supplies. I was going to draw something, anything; I needed to let the frustration out. As I plopped the pad on my lap and reached for the bedside lamp to turn it on, my phone pinged.

I checked the message, “Why the sad face?” from Paul

I didn’t know what to say; I looked at the phone as though the devil had left it there for me and rested it back on the bed. I began to draw a woman’s body, round and plump with lots of curves when the phone pinged again, “Come on Sher, talk to me, I am your friend,” from Paul

“Thanks for your concern, but I am fine, just one of those nights,” I typed and pressed the send button.

“Where is hubby?’ he asked. I didn’t want to answer, I felt as though he was mocking me, but for some reason I didn’t control what I did around this man.

“Left for office,” I replied

“Really, after the way you looked tonight? Hard to believe. Must be something really important then.”

“It is.” I defended, not sure myself whether it was or not.

“You home alone then?” he asked

I didn’t reply, I set the phone down again and continued to draw. Nothing was coming out right though. The woman’s head was larger than her body, her breasts were lopsided; one bigger than the other, her waist was wider than her hips, her thighs were skinny, impossible that those legs could hold up the body I drew on top. She appeared as one of those cartoons from the funny columns in the newspaper.

Just then the phone pinged again, “I am at the front door, open for me.”

I stared at the walls and felt frozen in place. I looked around the room wildly. Then, forgetting how I was dressed, I moved to the window and looked downstairs. He was standing below looking up at the window, our eyes were locked on each other and I felt that trance he seemed to always work on me, take over. I moved to the door and down the steps, I stopped at the mirror by the door and checked my face and hair and then I pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was Paul and his tall Indian beauty. She smiled and looked me up and down, and Paul did the same and then I remembered that I was still dressed in my lingerie. I gasped and almost closed the door back, but Paul put his hand forward stopping the door as they walked in.

 “You look very hot,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek and walked past. The girl smiled and said, “indeed,” and she too followed Paul into the living room. She was very tall about 5’ 9” with long slender legs that was topped with a round ass and small hips and waist. Her breasts too were tiny, something you didn’t see often in Guyana. Guyanese women were busty but this tall Indian spice had small lemon sized breasts and a long slender neck. Her face was slim with high cheek bones and a small nose, her eyes were round and noticeable on her face, black as coal with long thick lashes that seemed to look into your soul. She wore a black leather mini skirt and a silver tube top with high silver pumps. Paul was a tall man but this beauty in heels towered over him. her lips were thick and red and when she smiled her cheek bones raised, her eyes lit up and my heart jumped in my chest; she was a splendid beauty with her long black straight hair opened and running down her back stopping right above her ass. She caught me staring at her, my eyes fixated on the rise and fall of her luscious derrière and she looked to Paul and smiled.

I suddenly felt self conscious as they exchanged this wicked look between them and I said, “Just give me a minute to pull on something.”

The Indian beauty grabbed my hand and pulled me into her. Suddenly I was arrested by the smells of expensive perfume, minty breath and fruity hair. My body was against hers as she held my wrist behind her back keeping me there.

“This is Sophina, Sophina this is Sherry,” Paul introduced us as Sophina smiled and reached forward and kissed me on the lip. It was a strange feeling; being kissed by another woman. Her lips were so soft and her manner of kissing me so tender.

Paul came over and stood behind me, running his hand up and down my body.

“My husband might be back in a bit,” I said.

“Then we don’t have much time, do we?” Paul added as I felt his lips on the back of my neck. His hands wrapped around my body and the palms of his hand rubbed down my belly and stopped inside my panties. Sophina’s lips met mine again, soft and inviting as she parted them and I tasted her minty breath. His hands found my breasts as she massaged them, all the while kissing me deeply and slowly, her tongue caressing mine. I leaned in toward her wanting to taste more of her. I felt her kick out her shoes as she came down lower.

Paul was now massaging my clit with his fingers as he continued to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders. I could feel the hardness of his shaft against my ass cheeks as he pressed his body against mine. Sophina broke our kiss, and placed a smack on my neck. Then she and Paul were kissing softly and slowly, moaning and groaning as they did. Paul’s fingers were assaulting my clit and Sophina’s were rubbing away at my nipples. I opened my eyes long enough to see her long slender neck glistening in the dimly lit living room and I kissed it. Her flesh was so soft that I placed kisses all over.

 I was starting to buck my hips under Paul’s assault of my clit, when I felt Sophina push him away and giggle mischievously.

Paul chuckled as Sophina took me by the hand and lead me to the couch. Paul moved back to the door, clicking the locks, bolting the door and letting down the blinds to the two big windows on the side of the big mahogany front door. If I was thinking straight I probably would’ve told him that Ryan will come through the garage and not the front door. But I wasn’t in my right senses, after all it is impossible to think straight with a sexy woman lying against you body, kissing you and running her hands about your body.

Sophina trailed kisses down my neck, softly pressing her lips and letting just the tip of her tongue touch my flesh, but it was enough to send sweet sensations throughout my body. She trailed down to my breasts and pulled away the lace that covered my mounds of flesh. She kissed them lightly before sucking in my left nipple into her mouth. Her left hand massaged my other breast while she sucked on my nipples causing me to arch my body against her. She trailed small circles around my breasts as I saw Paul undressing behind her. She moved her attention to my other breast as the warmness of her mouth caused me to moan in pleasure. Then she kissed down my belly and unclipped my panties from the stockings. She was smiling with me as she eased down my panties. I reached forward to kiss her, I enjoyed the way it felt; her lips against mine, her tongue dancing with mine, but she took her hand and pushed me down back on the couch. She opened my thighs and kissed the inside of them, I jerked my hips as the sensation of her kisses seemed to send shock waves through me.

Then I felt the warmness of her tongue on my sex. She was sucking at my clit slowly, trailing the length of it with her tongue and then sucking it in her mouth. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as the sweet sensations began to wash over me. I raised my hips and bucked them under her sweet assault of my sex.

I felt something slap me and I opened my eyes; startled. Paul was standing on the couch, one foot jacked up on the back of it, his long thick shaft waving in my face. The sweetness was increasing between my thighs and I needed him in my mouth. I reached for the long caramel coloured shaft and sucked it into my mouth. I let it slide in and out and then I sucked on the smooth head, letting my tongue tease the slit on it, prying it apart. I heard Paul moan out loud and I know he liked it. I reached down below his dick and licked one and then the other of his twin boys, feeling him arch against my mouth.

 Sophina was now lashing her tongue on my pussy; plunging it in and out of me. I was bucking my hips on her tongue as Paul started ramming his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt Sophina run her finger around the rim of my butt hole as she plunged her tongue in and out of me. The sensations were rising slowly from the pit of my core, and Paul kept ramming in and out of my mouth and I felt him hit the back of my throat. When the orgasm started to flood my body and I started to stiffen under it, I felt Sophina enter my ass with one of her fingers and I cried out under the overwhelming sensation of emotions that washed over me. As I screamed in pleasure, Paul took the opportunity to fuck my mouth harder and faster and soon I felt him jerking and the hot liquid hit the back of my throat.

Sophina kneeled between my thighs smiling as Paul fell on the couch beside me. I licked my lips and reached forward to kiss her. I tasted my pussy on her and the taste got me hot again. I grabbed the little skirt she was wearing and practically ripped it off of her throwing it to the side. She reached over and started massaging Paul's dick. He looked at us, me ravenously removing her clothing tearing away at them and throwing them to the side, she watching him and smiling; and I saw him rise to attention once more. When she was naked I pulled her in towards me, her breasts in my mouth as I hugged her close kissing away on her small lemon size mounds. She cooed and moaned as I lashed my tongue out at her nipple, massaging her clit with my fingers. I wanted to taste her, make her feel the way she made me feel. So I threw her against the small coffee table and tried to mount her. She grabbed my shoulders and playfully pushed me on the ground, we both fell, rolling and laughing. I heard things fall and crash but didn’t think twice on them.

We rolled on the ground, my arms around her waist as we kissed, her giggling against my mouth. Then she stopped wrestling with me when one of my hands found its way between her thighs. I rubbed her clit and dipped one of my fingers into her sweet pot as she moaned.  I wriggled under her and moved down until my face was buried between her thighs, smelling the sweet scent of her love and tasting the tangy taste of her pussy.

Paul moved to the ground on his knees and opened her thighs wider. I attacked her clit with my tongue, nibbling and sucking on it. Paul came down and traced the entry to her butt licking it in circles before dipping his tongue inside, she moaned out loud and arched her body as he did. Then he positioned his cock and slowly entered her ass. I was in awe, I had never been fucked in the ass, and the fact that she was going to get such a nice huge dick in there excited me. I continued to suck on her clit and raise my head to dip my tonuge into her pussy hearing her moan loudly on the other end. My own pussy was dripping from the thought of Paul's dick in her ass and I guess she saw it, because soon she was lapping it all up, sending more sensations through my body. Paul started moving in and out of her; fucking her ass faster and harder as I continued to move my tongue up and down her clit and in and out of her pussy. She bucked hard and screamed loud, her orgasms crashing one after the other as I felt her body stiffen and tasted her sweet cum over and over again. The thought of her coming and the feel of her tongue on my pussy caused me to cum too; crying out in pleasure against her pussy. I saw Paul quicken his thrusts and grimace from the pleasure.

All three of us collapsed on the floor as Sophina rolled to a side and Paul lay in the middle of us two.

Paul's dick sat limp on his body right there in front of my face. I wanted to taste her on him, so I reached and licked it. I felt it jerk and I giggled like a teenager. I sucked the head and watched it come to life. I was so happy with it, that I continued to suck, watching it get harder and harder.

Sophina smiled and sat up, "I like this one Paul," she said as she mounted his face, throwing one long slender leg over his face. He reached and grabbed her hips bringing her down. Just the sight of her on his face got me wet, and I got up and mounted Paul's massive dick, feeling it fill me. Sitting on it was quite different from any other position. I felt totally full of Paul and soon I couldn’t stop myself from rocking back and forth. Paul's dick seem to touch that spot inside almost immediately as I grabbed on to Sophina's shoulder and rode it hard and fast, moving my hips back and forth and around. Sophina reached and kissed me, our lips pressing against each other, she extended her tongue and so did I and they played together licking and tasting. I could feel the sweetness from the massive cock in my pussy as I heard the car pull up outside. The sound of the garage door opening is what froze us in place.

All through the orgasms I had forgotten about him returning; about us in his house; about the possibility of my husband coming through the garage and walking in on the scene of me riding Paul's dick while Sophina rode his face. As I heard the garage door open, I looked from Sophina to Paul to my living room and wondered; now what?

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