A Fucking Investment Ch. 14

After a while she stopped stroking and merely pulled at my shoulders till I lay between her open legs again. We kissed then, like lovers and friends. Her glasses were long gone so she could not really focus on me but she pulled out of a kiss and craned her head back, presumably trying to focus.

"What are you going to do with me now?" She asked softly. "Now that you have me."

I struggled to my elbows and looked down on her. I kissed one round cheek then the other, thinking, searching for a response. Finally, I bent around her chin, nuzzled her head to the side and fastened my lips to the firm flesh of her neck. I sucked.

"Oh." She chirped.

I sucked harder, marking her.

"Oh, oh my, my goodness." Cassie whispered, her body seemed rippled under me. "Oh, oh! My god, my god I like that! Oh, coming again!"

I was about to decide that nearly everything made this woman come. I kissed her ears and she thrashed through two orgasms, one for each ear. I curled over her and marked each breast, bruising each with my mouth before sucking at her nipples, timid nubs in the fields of her broad aureoles.

Finally, I lifted one leg up and lay it against my chest, lifting her by that one leg while I rammed her full of cock. She came like that, too. I felt her struggling against my hold on her and the more she struggled the tighter I held her and the harder the orgasms wracked her. I put both of her legs over my shoulders and bent her double. She grunted while I thrust cock into her bent body, her ankles framing her face. Her pussy was pulled tight in that position; so tight that I came into her like that, slapping our bodies together over and over and over again while I poured cum into her again.

At last, the cataclysm past, I released her legs and rolled to the side. We lay panting and gasping for breath for several minutes. At last one of us could speak.

Cassie rolled against me. "I liked it all." She whispered. "My god, I never knew this was what sex could be like. I always thought it was like brushing your teeth!"

I laughed.

She rose up and looked around. "Hey. Where did what's her name go?"

I lifted up and looked around. We were alone in the dark room. I had no idea what that meant but shrugged. My lust for her was interesting but it was not like I was in terrible need. I had a thought about taking Cassie again, I felt the thrill tickling me but I wanted to reserve something for some reason. I sat up and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Joshua?" Cassie's voice touched me like a caress, soft and questing.

I twisted to look at her. She sat up behind me, looking at me from the corners of her eyes. "Cassie." I said.

"Will, will I have to do that? You know, Mrs. Hines? Will I have to taste her?" Her voice presented conflicting emotions.

I wanted to question her and make the point that way but I just nodded. "Of course. Don't worry, I'll work out someone for you to practice on."

She punched me in the back but it conveyed playful approval.

I got up and left her, dressing in the gloom while she watched. When I was dressed, she said, "You are a pretty man, Joshua Gale. I, I have had you, now you can have me." She smiled and her perfect teeth gleamed in the darkness.

"You'll have more than you can handle, I expect." I muttered.

The night was clear and brilliant. I had walked a couple blocks when a splash of light over one of the yard fences caught my eyes. It was a tall, rectangular window with a golden light in it. Into the golden frame moved a woman, nude. She shook her head and looked up. I realized she stood in a shower and her full waves of black hair absorbed the water and turned from the ripples of darkness to smooth flows of black oil that coated her head and robbed it of its former shape. She stood facing out the window, her breasts glistening in the golden light. Her face turned up into the falling water. Her elbows pointed out beside her like a huge collar as she put shampoo on her hair and began to massage it in.

I shook myself loose and walked around the block to see the address. I had to find out who that was. In my house, I looked up the address. Rachel McKinnon, Cassie's love. Wow and I mean wow!

My phone rang and I answered. "Joshua?"

"Jennifer?"

"I did it. I, he's in the bathroom. We are in his room. I just wanted to call you and say thank you. My god, I, I love this. He is a sweet boy and, and curious. He, he said he hasn't been with a woman and he wants me to let him kiss my..." She was gone.

I sat staring at my cell when it rang again. Crowley.

"Boss? You still up?"

"It's nine o'clock." I muttered.

"Oh. Right. Listen, I, I think I have a line on getting your girl unhitched from her performance. We, we have a conference call tomorrow at three. Can you make that okay?"

"Of course. What have you worked out?"

"I, listen, I have been thinking about the logistics of your situation and I am working on it. You know, how to make them work off the debt without turning your cock into a stubby. I don't have a long term solution but in the intermediate, I think I have a solution that would be equally beneficial. I think, you don't need to know about what I have in mind. Better you hear it the first time. Don't need you thinking too much about it. You just keep bedding the bimbos of Holdingsfield and let me worry about the nefarious interests you have brushed up against."

"Okay. Sure." Suddenly I was bone tired. Stress.

"Oh boss, you should have Mrs. Lewis listen in on the call. That makes some sense. What are you doing about the Sawyers?"

"Mrs. Lewis?" I felt drunk. "The Sawyers? Oh, well, I, I am still thinking about that. I think I see the problem, though."

"Be careful. They, they are playing for keeps I fear. Don't do anything stupid and let them get over on you."

"Good advice, Crowley. Always good advice."

"Sorry, Boss. Thought it needed saying. She, I saw her once and there is no shame in that piece of ass cutting off the oxygen to your brain. Wouldn't be normal if that wasn't a danger. Just saying."

"Just saying? Of course. Thanks. Three. I'll be sure to be here."

I went to bed and slept for twelve hours. I woke to the sunshine and cursed the light. After a shower and the odd feeling of finding the house empty for the first time in a long time while I was there, I called Jeri Lewis.

"Mrs. Lewis?" I spoke after the ringing clicked off in my ear. She did not respond but I could hear her breathing. "Jeri?"

"Yes. Mr. Gale, hello."

Something was wrong. "Can you come to my house at three this afternoon? I might have the situation we discussed resolved."

"Uh." She grunted. "I, yes, uh, uh, I think so."

Someone was fucking her. Clearly. I could her grunting in the background.

"Uh, uh, uh." She grunted, trying to cover the more masculine sound seeping through her phone.

I decided that whatever was occurring, was not yet any of my business.

"Uh, uh, oh god, uh, uh." She groaned into the phone.

"See you at three. Some a little early."

"Uh, uh, uh huh. Three." She grunted and the phone went dark in my hand.

I had a late breakfast, a brunch in truth, fixing it myself and doing passably well. One of the things I had learned was how to cook some things and I could fry an egg. I like a sunshine eggs on hot buttered toast with bacon from time to time. It is wonderful.

I did some work in the office and about one, the door bell rang. I thought first of Jeri Lewis but decided it could not be her, not this early. My cock hardened though.

I opened the door. "Oh. Oh! Hello." I felt terrible answering the door with an erection which I had taken no pains to disguise. It anticipated what I found at my door.

Mrs. Grayson stood at my door and I assure you my cock was not disappointed. She looked back at the taxi waiting. "Can, can I come in? I, my I don't know what I am doing here but I need to tell him to go or leave now, if, if you wish me gone."

"Why would I want you gone?" A rhetorical question in my mind but it seemed to resonate with something in her. Her face scrunched like I had told her her ass was too big. "Please, come in."

"I need to pay him." She left me and handed the man some bills and returned to the little porch, stopping on the three steps up from the drive. She stood there, one foot up on the step.

I gestured for her to come into the house. She did not move so I just turned my back on her and, leaving the door open, walked back into the kitchen where I started to clean up my dishes. I had left them for later while I worked in the office.

The door clunked close and in a moment she came around the corner.

"Good afternoon? Have you eaten? I can fry bacon and make an egg if you like? Something to drink?"

Her mouth moved but no sound came out.

Okay, my eyes had remained on her breasts, tucked into a sheer white blouse that put me in mind of Cassie Angorra's blouse from the previous day but Mrs. Grayson's breasts were not the same, not rotund but shaped to lure and attract my eyes. They were bare in the blouse, without bra and seemingly not missing the support.

When the woman did not respond, my eyes rose to her face. She looked positively distressed. Her eyes were crinkled, crows feet stalked the corners and both had scarlet strings in them. A strand of her black hair dropped down from her put up do, out of place and incongruous. Her lips glistened with fresh lipstick, nearly as scarlet as the blood lines in her eyes.

"Is something the matter, Mrs. Grayson? I, Clayton? I heard from Jennifer, Mrs. Simpson and she seemed delighted to be in his room. She hung up before I could get particulars. Is everything alright?"

"Oh, my yes, Clayton, he, he called me this morning and, and, he told me he was no virgin any longer and I could stop worrying. He has no idea that I have intervened on his behalf. It seems that Mrs. Simpson has preformed admirably in her role as lady in distress."

"You look distressed. Is something else the matter?"

Mrs. Grayson's eyes closed and she took a deep breath, and then let it out very slowly. "I did not sleep last night. You, you don't need to know that. I, for the first time in twenty-five years I found myself rehearsing what I was going to say to you in the cab on the way here and I, I have forgotten everything." Her voice twanged with tension.

"Come sit down. I'll pour you some orange juice." My hostess instincts needed work.

The woman nodded, though and held out her hand.

I noted then that she leaned against the wall, as though needing it to steady her. She wore a straight pencil skirt over her hips but her breasts may as well have been bare for all the cover the sheer blouse provided. My cock remained hard, like a dousing stick telling me there was wet pussy nearby. Duh.

I took her hand and led her to the bar, pulled out a stool and let her slide her fine ass onto it. When I looked up from her legs and ass, almost getting past her tits without staring but not quite, when I got to her face, she looked shattered. Rather than address that look of distress, I fumbled around in the fridge and found the orange juice, got a glass and poured it full, spilled some and had to wipe it up. When I finally got everything arranged, I carried the glass over to her and set it before her.

Mrs. Grayson stared at it for a moment but then finally, as though it were some profound decision, she picked it up and took a long drink. "Any gin?" She asked softly.

I found some and put in a splash but she lay a cool hand on mine and invited me to top the juice glass off with gin, which I did. She drank and closed her eyes again.

I waited.

"I have not slept." Mrs. Grayson whispered. "I left you and returned to my hotel last night. I showered and got a snack but when I lay down to sleep, I, I couldn't. I, I saw you with her. My heart, it swelled up and I couldn't breathe. I felt it pounding in my temples and I'd sit up breathless, finding I had stopped breathing." Her eyes opened and moved to fix on me without letting her head move. "You, do you know how disconcerting it is for me to, to be this disturbed by, by what I saw yesterday? I am not accustomed to being this sort of woman."

I dragged a bar stool around to my side of the cabinet and sat down. My back was twinging and I worried I had strained it unduly. "What exactly is uh, bothering you?" I asked reasonably.

Now she did look at me. "I, I, oh all of it. You, you took her like you promised and, and at that other woman's house, with the Japanese woman, my god, Mr. Gale...."

"Call me Joshua."

She nodded, a wan smile. Her rich lips teased me. My lust for this woman raged inside me. I let it rage, keeping a bland, placid demeanor and studiously meeting her gaze with my own rather than mapping the arch and curve of her breasts.

"Joshua. Yes. I," she shook her head.

I decided to help. "Was it Cassie or me?" I asked softly. "Are you disturbed by the vision of the nude woman or, or...?"

Her guilty eyes flicked to me, indecision and then prevarication blended with dissimulation. She blinked and spoke, like the lines were not her own, scripted but as yet unlearned. "Both. I, I have rarely seen such sexuality so close, so purposeful and so, uh, oh my god, Joshua. I am aroused as I have never been before. I feel it. No, when I was a young woman. I, I felt this and I thought this feeling would forever be gone." She smiled. Tears glittered in her eyes like drops of crystal. "I, if you want, you can have me. I am here because, because I want it. I want you to possess me as you did, did them."

"But you feel ashamed?" I prompted, unwilling to take advantage of a powerful woman. I might master her today but such people have long memories and tend not to leave such usage unanswered.

She shook her head. "I am frightened because, because I, I feel that if you, whatever you required of me, I would do. I, I do not often feel this. Never. I never feel this. I came here, escaping my entourage because I wanted no one to know what I was about. I did this on my own and here I am, in a strange man's house, a young, sexual, beautiful man's house virtually offering myself to him if he will do, do whatever he wishes with me." She gasped and looked away. "I am a powerful woman and here I am surrendering to you."

I reached across the counter and patted her hand by the orange juice glass. She gasped and shivered. My hand clasped hers and she reacted as though she were a virgin with a priest's hand between her legs.

"Mrs. Grayson, I'll only take what is offered." I whispered.

"That's just it. I, I have been thinking since I left you last night of what, what I wanted to offer you, what I wanted from you, what I wanted you to do to me."

I waited but she just sat, panting, eyes far away staring at the wall to her left.

"Why did you leave? Last night? We looked around and you were gone."

Mrs. Grayon's breathing altered and she looked around to meet my eyes, grimacing as though it demanded an effort of her. "I, I wanted to join you. I wanted, I wanted her to taste me, for you to taste me, to taste her, to feel her breasts in my hands, mine in hers, in yours. God, I wanted so much all at once, I felt like my skin was shrinking and I'd fall apart right there. I, I slipped out while you were between her legs and she was crying with orgasm as you, as you speared into her. God, I was so aroused, I felt possessed by a passion I have not often known. I am a poor little rich girl, utterly robbed of the excitement of desiring something so strongly that getting it was not anticlimactic." She chuckled then. "I mean that word exactly. I, I felt that if either of you touched me I'd, I'd orgasm and then I'd utterly lose control." She laughed again, making a harsh, ragged sound in her throat.

"I, oh Mr. Gale, you must forget me, I mean forgive me." Now she looked at me, dabbing at one cheek with a curled hand, wiping away a tear and its track from her skin. "I, I don't know what I am doing here."

I patted her hand and she jumped. I laughed a little, lightly and softly. "Feels good, doesn't it? Being utterly out of control, letting the feelings race around in you like a puppy newly released into the yard, tearing around so fast he keeps losing his footing and slipping on the leaves, just happy to be alive." I ran a finger along the top of her hand. Her eyes closed.

I could not decide what I wanted to do. Could I seduce her without damage to one or the other of us? I looked at her and suddenly got a chill up my spine. Her eyes were closed but I realized this woman had no reason to surrender to me. It was the height of hubris to suppose I had steered her into unfamiliar waters. Did I really think a woman who looked like she did had not tantalized her own passion and become the expert? Something about her apparent passion did not add up and in particular, her demonstration now, showing it to me so completely did not make sense.

There is was. The flaw in this attractive conundrum. I patted her hand. "Mrs. Grayson, I, uh, I have a SKYPE call in a little while. I think better when I am a little backed up. I, I don't mean to put you off but, can we attend to this later? Perhaps after supper. I'd love to take you out for a proper meal. I have no wish to put you at a disadvantage."

Her eyes opened. She smiled, a warm, happy smile.

I felt confusion, disoriented, and lightheaded.

She nodded and pulled her hand out from under mine. "Overdid it didn't I?"

I blinked fast, trying to get the water out of eyes. Something had splashed and hit me flush in the right eye. No, not crying, bitch, just, sometimes I get an allergic reaction to something in the air and it makes my eye water and twitch.

"What?" I asked, knowing the micro-expressions on my face would be telling lies no one would tell intentionally. Unintended messages tend to be interrupted as the truth, even when they aren't.

Mrs. Grayson sat straight. "You have something to attend to? Please, don't let me keep you."

All signs of the frantic woman evaporated like a pat of butter tossed on a blistering skillet, with less fuss.

"I am sorry. I had to try. Turning a man's head makes them blind in that direction and, and if I can make you blind in one direction, it is likely someone else can make you blind in another. Blindness is dangerous." She stood up, picked up the orange juice. "I need to use the WC but, if I may, I would like to sit in on your call. Call it due diligence, call it auditing, call it whatever you like but when you are finished, I'd really like it if you'd take me out to dinner as you suggested. Oh, I heard from my son. My god, for the first time in his adult life, he sounds like a human being and not a cock stuffed full of whine. You have no idea how relieved I am that your sex object attained her, er, our objective. Clayton, he wanted to give me details but it would have been out of character for me to listen, which is not to say I did not want them all. I'd have spilled the beans if I didn't know I had another option to get those details." Mrs. Grayson grinned wolfishly.

I shivered unconsciously. Something had shifted in this conversation and I felt compelled to discover if it was me or not. It wasn't, I was certain but such certainty can be easily altered.

"I know, we need to negotiate the terms of another engagement. Interrogating your sex object should not come free." She shifted her shapely ass like she had a wedgy, a hugely amusing motion in a woman of such dignity. "If you will excuse me." She mumbled and tottered off to the WC.

The door bell rang. I though sure that would be Mrs. Lewis. It wasn't.

"John, hi. Listen..."

He interrupted me. "I have to talk to you. God, we are out of time!"