The Miscyra House Page 3

  "Oh…it was just a sort of man-to-man story about an experience that I had a couple of years ago. I never talked to you about it because I know that the story isn't the kind of thing that you would ever be interested in."

  "How do you know that I wouldn't be interested? I think it's really exciting that something you wrote has been published! Was that the writing I saw you working so hard on several months ago?"

  "Yes, that was it.” I needed to find a way to guide the conversation away from my writing, or better yet, to end the conversation altogether.

  At first, I wasn't sure what I should do…but then I thought of a plan. She couldn't keep asking me about my writing if we were having sex.

  Without giving her warning, I pulled her face over close to mine and kissed her. She was surprised by the sudden kiss, and for the first few seconds, she wasn't really kissing me back. But we both really like kissing, and this kiss quickly became a very good one.

  In moments, her lips parted and I stuck my tongue into her mouth.

  For a little while, she gently sucked on my tongue as I thrust it back and forth from one side of her mouth to the other. Then she started to push hard against my tongue with her own.

  We dueled evenly for a few moments, and then she got the upper hand and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked happily on her tongue for a while. It felt good, it was fun, and I hoped it would put an end to her questions.

  As soon as we ended the kiss, she looked at me seriously and said, "You never even told me the title of your story. I really don't see why you have to be so secretive about it."

  Okay…so it was going to take more than just a good kiss to get her mind off my writing. She was lying on her back, and she had worn only panties to bed. I moved my left hand onto her left breast. I gave it a good squeeze, and then started to gently caress it. As I felt her soft, exciting tit flesh under my hand, I started to like my plan for getting her thoughts away from my book.

  I was starting to feel enthusiastic about the idea of making love to her.

  At first, though I hadn't exactly asked her what she thought of the idea, she seemed to like my plan too. She moaned and pressed her left tit against my hand.

  But then she pushed my hand away and said, "Wait a minute. We can do that after you tell me about your story."

  Damn! I know that Cindy can be stubborn when she wants to be. But so can I. I moved my body over hers and pressed my lips onto her right tit. I licked wetly all around the aureole and across the nipple, and then I sucked the nipple into my mouth.

  "Ohhh!" Cindy sighed as I sucked on her right nipple. She has very sensitive titties. Sometimes, I can make her cum just by licking and sucking her tits. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face against her tit.

  "Suck harder!" she moaned.

  I was encouraged by her sighs and moans to do more. I knew that I was really getting to her now, and I was really getting to myself, too. I was hot, and I wasn't thinking about the need to get her mind away from my book any more. The only thing I was thinking about was fucking her. She took her hands away from the back of my head and moved them down to her sides.

  Her voice sounded quite strained when she spoke again, but surprisingly, she still wanted to talk about my story. "I bet I would love your story. It hurts me to know that you're willing to share your story with the rest of the world, but not with me."

  SHIT! That was even worse than just asking questions. Now, she was going to make me feel guilty about not sharing The Spartacus Club with her. I had to try even harder to take her mind off my writing.

  I licked and slurped her right tit voraciously, and I sucked as much as possible into my mouth. Then I moved to the left tit. Cindy shuddered under my vigorous oral assault on her tits.

  "Ahhh!" she moaned. "Eat them both, baby! Eat them all up!"

  Finally! I might have enjoyed my victory, that on this occasion at least, my stubbornness had bested hers. But I didn't really care. All I was thinking about was eating her all up, and then fucking her brains out.

  I rolled her over onto her stomach and got between her legs. I pulled her panties down to the top of her legs. I left them there for a moment to caress her firm ass cheeks. Then I pulled her panties the rest of the way off and took off my boxers.

  I started to enjoy her ass with my mouth. I kissed and licked and sucked, and even bit gently a couple of times.

  "Cindy," I truthfully whispered "your ass is…is delicious!” I pushed her cheeks apart and stuck my tongue into her crack as far as it would go. I licked all along the crack, from just over her cunt mouth all the way up over her back entrance. I did it again.

  She trembled and groaned "Ohhh, fuck!" when I licked her the second time. She pulled her knees up under her body and raised her ass up for me, giving me more complete access. Keeping her face against the mattress, she whispered urgently "More!"

  I reached between her legs with my right hand and stroked my fingers along her outer pussy lips. The juice leaking from her crack was hot on my fingers. I rubbed back and forth, gently pressing the tip of my index finger between her lips, gradually going deeper and deeper, until I found her clit.

  She shuddered when I rubbed the tip of my finger over her hot, throbbing trigger. I stroked her clit a few times, then pulled my hand back a little and stuck two fingers into her pussy.

  She nearly came. I thought it was a little too soon, so I held my hand still, trying to let her calm down just a little. After a minute, she started gently rocking back and forth, fucking the fingers that I was just holding still. She was soaking my hand with her hot juices.

  We were both so into it now, I really believe that if I had started talking about my book, she would have made me stop so that we could fuck without distraction.

  I slipped my two fingers out of her pussy and traced her crack back up to her little pink rosette. I pressed the tip of my index finger against the hole. She had it squeezed tightly closed, so I simply rubbed around and over the hole for a few moments.

  Then I got a big ball of spit on my tongue and licked it onto her puckered little opening. I pushed hard with my tongue, trying to get as much moisture inside as possible. Again, I pressed the tip of my finger against the hole.

  "Ohhh!" Cindy panted. "Jim…I don't know. I've never taken anything up my ass before."

  "Don't worry, baby," I whispered. "Just relax for me. I know you'll like it.” A few moments later, my finger slid into her up to the first knuckle.

  "Auugh! Jim…that feels…kind of weird."

  "Just keep it relaxed, honey. Soon I'll make it feel great.” Slowly, I pressed forward, then pulled back only to press forward again. I tried to go really slow. I didn't want to cause her any discomfort.

  In a few minutes, I had my index finger all the way into her rectum. It did start to feel good to Cindy. Just like when I had my fingers in her cunt, I held my hand still. And, just like then, she started rocking back and forth, fucking the finger that was up her ass.

  I carefully worked a second finger into her rectum. With two fingers all the way into her ass, she was rocking back and forth with a steady rhythm. I started to pull my fingers back, then plunge them all the way in, with the same rhythm.

  She was moaning steadily, and her rocking kept getting faster and faster. She reached back with her right hand and started rubbing hard over the top of her slit. In moments, she had an earth-shattering orgasm.

  "Aagggh! Oh, F-U-C-K!" she cried as her body started to shake violently.

  I could feel her bowels clamping down rhythmically around my pumping fingers. She grabbed a pillow and pressed her face into it. She groaned loudly the whole time she was cumming.

  When the spasms in her ass finally subsided, I pulled my fingers out. She reached back between her legs. I moved forward, on my knees, and she guided my cock to her cunt mouth.

  "Fuck me…extra hard!" she panted.

  I was more than ready.

  I desperately wanted to do exactly what she had
told me to do. I don't remember pressing forward the first time. But I do remember feeling the hot walls of her pussy massaging all of my cock, and I do remember feeling my balls against her delicate outer cunt lips.

  In moments, my hips were a blur as I pumped my rigid cock into her sweet cunt.

  Our bedroom echoed with our moans and with loud, wet, slapping sounds as my hips pounded hard against her ass cheeks.

  It took only a few minutes of our vigorous fucking to make me feel the throbbing in my cock that meant I was going to cum.

  "Cindy…ohhh…CINDY!" I groaned as my cock exploded. I shuddered violently as my cock pumped out my load of cum, spurt after hot spurt, into her pussy. She moaned and fell down onto the bed.

  A moment later, as soon as my balls had been pumped completely dry, I fell on top of her. After a few minutes, my cock had softened enough to slip out of her cunt, and I rolled off to the side.

  She spoke first. "Jim that was the first time I ever had anything up my ass like that. I didn't know…I could cum back there…and how great it could feel.” She snuggled tight against me. "That was a great fuck, baby. I think it's been a while since we had one as good as that."

  "I know. Sorry. Maybe if I can win the prize money in LA, we can have great fucks like that more often."

  "Jim, you let your lack of money bother you far too much! But, since you brought the subject up again, let's talk about your story…"

  Uh, oh! I screwed up. I closed my eyes and made snoring noises.

  She looked at me and sighed. "Okay, my sexy, secretive stud! Okay. We do it your way for now. But when you come back from LA, we're going to have to talk!"

  Chapter 3

  My flight was scheduled to leave at 9:30 PM.

  Even though it was pretty late, the flight was almost fully booked. As I made my way down the aisle toward seat 27-B, I had to wait a couple of times while someone put something into the overhead luggage compartments. I didn't mind the short waits, though. I had my own little bag to throw up into the overhead.

  When I finally got to my seat, I was very pleasantly surprised. There was a very attractive lady in seat 27-A. She appeared to be in her late thirties. She was wearing a pants suit, and from the perfect way that it fit, it must have been tailor made for her. She wore what looked like diamond earrings and a matching necklace. Her coiffure and grooming were impeccable. Everything about her appearance suggested she had money.

  I wondered why she was back in coach with me instead of up in first class.

  When I saw her, I immediately started looking forward to the flight more than I had been. When I have to fly somewhere, I usually get to sit beside an older woman wearing a near-lethal dose of perfume, or an overweight, obnoxious man who just stinks. Sitting beside this attractive, apparently wealthy lady was a very nice surprise.

  At first, as I put my little bag into the overhead luggage compartment, she didn't pay any attention to me. She had the tray down in front of her. There was a laptop computer on the tray, and she was doing some highly focused reading on the computer screen.

  When I sat down, she finally looked over at me. I extended my hand and said "Hi. I'm James Miller. Please call me Jim."

  She shook my hand briefly and said "I'm Samantha Collins.” She paused briefly, and then asked, "What's so funny? Is there something stuck between my front teeth or something?"

  I was really surprised by her question. "No! No…I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean by your question."

  "You have such a funny grin on your face, I thought you were seeing something funny. Or were you just thinking of something funny?"

  "No," I said, still not sure how I should respond to her question. "I'm not looking at anything funny. I mean you certainly don't look funny.”

  Damn! She really didn't look funny, but I was starting to look pretty dorky! I decided I better just tell her the truth.

  "I guess my face was just showing my…surprise and pleasure that I would be sitting by someone like you instead of the type of person I usually get to sit beside on an airplane. Uh…I hope you aren't displeased by the thought of sitting beside someone like me."

  "How can you tell just by looking at me that you're going to enjoy sitting beside me? We hadn't even spoken to each other yet. As to whether I'll enjoy sitting by you or not, I really don't know yet. Maybe I'll be able to tell you in a couple of hours."

  "Okay. Maybe I can win you over with some witty, amusing conversation."

  "Maybe later.” She turned away from me and started reading again. She had to turn off her laptop while the plane was taking off, but as soon as she could turn it on again, she went back to her reading.

  In a futile attempt to look like I had something to do, I pulled a really boring magazine from the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me. The only thing I remember about that so-called magazine is that it was filled with ads.

  About thirty minutes into the flight, she closed her laptop and slipped it under the seat in front of her.

  She looked at me and smiled. "That was a good start, Jim. Sometimes not talking makes a good impression."

  I hadn't really been comfortable silently sitting beside her. I was glad that maybe she would start talking to me now.

  "I'm glad that I'm starting to impress you favorably," I answered. "That seemed to be some pretty serious reading you were doing."

  "No," she laughed "not serious at all. It's very enjoyable reading, actually. It's an electronic romance novel. I buy all of my books electronically now. This is the computer age, you know! You can carry a whole book, even a big one, on one little computer disk. And when you get to CD's, you can carry a whole library of books on one. I guess I sound like an e-book salesperson, but I really like them. They're one of my favorite things about the computer age."

  Romance novel! That was something that I usually didn't want to talk about. With most people, I feel uncomfortable about the possibility that my authorship might come up. I really don't like to talk about my writing.

  "Umm…are you traveling for business or pleasure?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

  "Both, I think. I've been invited to Los Angeles to provide a special service to a group of ladies. I feel a little guilty, though, because they'll be paying me pretty well to do something that I really love to do. Not guilty enough to make me refuse the money, of course. But so many people hate doing what they get paid to do. I'm just lucky, I guess. How about you…business or pleasure?"

  "Business. Definitely business.” I sighed and then started telling her about my financial troubles. I'm not sure why I felt like talking about myself. There was just something about Samantha that made me feel a lot less defensive than I do with most people.

  "I own a small business that's in danger of going belly up. I'm going to LA in the hope that I can raise some money to keep my business going."

  I continued, "I have a wonderful girl friend named Cindy. We aren't engaged yet, but I think we're both hoping to get married before too long. She has been very generous toward me with her money. She loaned me money to start my business, for advertising, for all kinds of things. I have to find a way to pay her back. I'm hoping that I can get my business going well enough to pay her back before too long."

  "Owning a small business is tough," Samantha said. "Each year, a lot of small businesses fail. What kind of business do you have?"

  "I sell health foods and nutritional supplements over the internet. There are a lot of businesses that do that, and I haven't been very successful at winning customers away from my competitors. I do have one special product that they don't have, though. If I can get that one product to sell in reasonable numbers, I think my business will survive. If people start buying that one product from me, maybe they'll start buying other things from me too."

  "What kind of product is it?"

  "It's a simple thing that I call a Bone Builder. The Bone Builder is used to help people make their weight bearing bones stronger without a need
for tiring physical exercise. A lot of the people with osteoporosis aren't able to do hard physical exercise, like climbing stairs. With the Bone Builder, all a person has to do is stand up. It can be used often without physical strain, and that maximizes the benefit to the weight bearing bones. If I can get the money that I'm hoping to get, I plan to use the money to promote my special bone builder product."

  She smiled encouragingly and said, "I don't know much about health foods, but it sounds like you do. And, considering how many people do suffer from osteoporosis, I think there should be a large market for your special bone builder thing. I hope you get the money you need to promote it."

  "Thank you."

  A little later, the flight attendants served a late snack. Samantha and I both declined the snack and asked for a drink instead. After Samantha finished her second drink, she asked one of the flight attendants to bring her a blanket.

  While the flight attendant was getting the blanket, she reached down under the seat in front of her and took out her laptop again. I thought that she was going to do some more reading. But after she was settled down under the blanket, she reached up and turned on the light over my seat.

  "Jim, I have been enjoying talking to you, but now I'm going to get a little rest," she told me. She turned on her computer, scrolled down to page 8, and put it on my tray. "I want you to read some of my novel. I know you'll enjoy it, and in a little while I'd like to ask for your opinion about some of the things in the book."

  I wasn't sure that I really felt like reading her book. Sometimes I get an erection when I read erotic fiction. If she was going to talk to me about it later, though, maybe I should read at least a little. And it might be a good way to pass some time.

  At least, with her sleeping, I wouldn't have to worry about being embarrassed if I started to get an erection and breathe a little bit funny.