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Lyla 08 All hands on deck
Lyla: All Hands on Deck
“To be honest Clarke, I thought you would be a lot more happy. Marlon has agreed to help out before the launch, you kept telling me that he is a genius and that you would kill to have his input on the team.”
Lyla sat in front of Clarkes desk, fanning herself with a folder. The heat was getting to everyone making them tired and cranky. This was her first face to face meeting with her boss since she overheard him and his wife arguing about her. She had spent the previous night ‘entertaining’ his former college friend and was pissed at his distracted response to the positive outcome. The fact that sitting down was a painful experience for her, she was still feeling Marlon’ 7 hours later.
“I am Lyla, I really am. You know how much this means to me and to the app. It’s just everything is starting to build up now, and it’s getting to me a bit.”
“How the fuck do you think I feel.” She thought to herself angrily.
“But obviously nothing compared to what you are doing for this campaign.
“OK, but are you sure we have to wait for Mr. Howe to arrive to begin this meeting, I am dying to get back to my office, I don’t know how you can stick it in here.”
One of the entire walls was made of glass and while the air conditioning was on full blast it was still hotter than in her small office. She had been summoned by email to an pre work meeting to discuss where they were all at with the app launch.
“Yes I need him to explain something’s to you and I’m afraid I would just fuck it up.”
This grabbed her attention, she looked more closely at Clarke, he was fidgeting with the collar of his T-shirt. She thought it was an actual progress report meeting and that Clarke had glossed over her previous questions about the investors.
“Is it about Gunner and Alexi?” She asked, watching for his reaction.
His eyes darted away.
“What is it Clarke just fucking spit it out, everyone seems to know except me, I even had Holt mention it last night.”
“You bumped into Holt, what did he say?” He asked sitting up straighter.
“Nothing really, it was just for a minute, he said that you hadn’t told me the full story about the two goons you were getting money off, I just walked away but we both know that I also heard what Cassie said.”
“I know, when Mr. Howe gets here I will explain it all.”
“Bullshit, just spit it out Clarke, I would prefer if it was just me and you.”
He paused and took a drink of his protein shake.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Now before I start I wasn’t keeping this from you I just didn’t want to you to worry. Years ago when I was in college I got a job at a bar to help pay my way. It was owned by Gunner. After a few months I noticed that things used to happen in the back room that weren’t….. well they weren’t very legal. I was paid extremely well so I turned a blind eye to it and said nothing to anyone.”
He stood up now and began to pace in front of the giant window.
“One night, Gunner found out that I was a bit of a wiz with computers and asked me to call to his house. I reluctantly went, he had me run background checks on all of his employees, put gps tracking in their cell phones. All stuff I wasn’t at all comfortable with, but I went along with it because I was young and stupid and I guess me being a big nerd I got caught up in the excitement of it all.”
“But then as time went on he had me doing more and more i*****l things. I was hacking CCTV footage from crimes him and his mob had done. I covered their tracks whenever they got large transactions from overseas. Then it all got too much for me, one of my friends on campus found out where I worked and told me that there was rumours’ circulating for years that Gunner was involved in murders. After I heard that I wanted out but Gunner isn’t used to hearing no. He said I could leave if I helped Alexi with one more task. He said it was going to be easy and then I was free.”
Lyla looked at Clarke, he was turning white and sweating profusely. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing but she stopped herself from interrupting.
“What was the job, Clarke.” She said cautiously.
“I was to drive Alexi to a house and wait for him. That was it. When he got in the car he threw a gun at me. I stupidly grabbed it, he took it back off me and said that he was joking around. I didn’t think anything of it until we pulled up outside a huge house. Alexi told me to keep the engine running that he was just going to deliver a quick message then we would be on our way. I was so fucking naive Lyla.”
He was shaking now, his hands kept running through his damp hair. He was dressed in his gym clothes.
“And..” She prompted.
“I nearly had a heart attack when I heard the gun shots, I put the car in reverse straightaway forgetting all about Alexi, but he ran up the driveway and jumped into the back seat before I could get away. He screamed at me to drive and that’s what I did, I was glad someone was taking control because I would quite happily curl up into a ball and lie there.”
“I couldn’t eat or sleep for days afterwards, I found out that he had shot a judge that was refusing to be bought. He hadn’t killed him or anything so I thought I was done with them. I went into my last shift at the bar and Gunner was sitting up drinking his champagne. Him and his cohorts were raising a glass to the cops not having any evidence in the shooting of the judge. When I left he summoned me to his office. I half thought about not going up and just leaving but I knew that would only do more harm than good.”
Lyla could only shake her head in disbelieve.”
“On Gunners table was the gun that Alexi had thrown to me outside the judges house. I was in a sealed bag. ”
You’re a smart guy Clarke, can you guess what this is. He said with a defiant, smug look on his face. I knew that I would never be able to leave his crew. I would always have to answer his calls. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid Lyla, my finger prints were all over the gun used in the shooting. I turned around and ran downstairs. Alexi shouted after me as I went past him. We’ll be in touch.”
Lyla fanned herself harder. She was fucking livid that Clarke left her alone in the room with those two men.
“They contacted me nearly a year later. I had just started this company, they must have been keeping tabs on me because I moved away the night after I left the bar for the last time. They bullied me into selling 40% of the company to them. It goes to show you how desperate I am when I willing call them for help.”
Lyla had heard enough, she stood up and pulled on her back pack.
“You really are something else.” She spat.
Mr. Howe was getting out of the elevator just as she pressed the down button.
“Morning Lyla, leaving already.” He said cheerily.
“Don’t fucking start with me.” She fumed as the doors pinged closed. She pressed her forehead against the cool metal exterior and exhaled. She felt a wide range of emotions all at once, scared, angry, betrayed, and shockingly she also felt a little turned on.
“Lyla, you need help girl.” She said to herself as she walked out of the building and into the blistering heat.
“Watch where you are going.” A teenage girl shouted at Lyla.
“Sorry.” She mumbled back absent-mindedly. Her thoughts were still reeling from Clarke’s revelation, she couldn’t believe that he had put her in such a position, she understood her role in getting the app back on track but she couldn’t forgive him letting her spend the night with two gangsters.
Her phone began to vibrate in her pocket.
“What now.” She thought to herself as she pulled it out. Sunni’s face flashed across her home screen.
“Hi Sunni. What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be at rehearsals.”
“Yes but my father just called me Lyla, he was in the airport, he landed thirty five minutes ago. What am I going to do.”
“Just breath, he is your father at the end of the day and you are a grown woman. Meet him some place crowded and be strong.”
“I am trying he just hasn’t seen me since… a few years ago. He is a very angry man.”
“If he starts an argument just walk away, do you want me to cancel Seth so I will be home with you, I don’t like the idea of you on your own tonight.”
“No, I will be fine. One of the girls in the play said I can stay with her so I will do that if I need too, but thank you for the offer and enjoy your date.”
“Let me know how it goes and please Sunni just walk way.”
“I will.” Sunni replied before hanging up, a bit more steel in her voice.
Lyla felt for her housemate, they both were going through some things at the moment but just always seemed to miss each other in the house or weren’t available when the other needed them. Lyla had vowed that once this fucking app was launched she was going to suggest a girls weekend away from the city for them to properly reconnect.
The walk home seemed to take longer in the sweltering heat, the cool air and shade of the trees around the lake were like a siren call to here. She slowly trudge on when her phone beeped again.
It was a voice message from her brother Curtis.
“Hey Sis, just checking in to see how you are doing and to thank you for sending Halle my way, she’s a fucking natural, just perfect for the female side of the site. I will take you out to dinner soon to catch up. Talk soon.”
“Least someone is happy in their work.” She thought to herself as she finally made it to the path that led on to the lake. She enjoyed being by water, even as a c***d it had always soothed her. One of the main reasons she took the apartment was its close proximity to the lake and its walkways. Her phone buzzed again, this time was a text message from Seth.
“Can’t wait to see you later, it’s the only thing getting me through all my meetings. Text me when you are on the way to the marina.”
He signed off with a kiss emoji, she smiled despite herself, with all the craziness going on in her life at the moment, being with him was a complete breath of fresh air. Actually meeting a guy without an agenda or angle and because she wanted to was paramount to her keeping her sanity. The fact that Seth had reappeared in her life by chance was a sign too big to ignore.
She mentally ran through what she was going to wear, she couldn’t be sure what the temperature was going to be out on the water but judging by the past few weeks it was only going to be a few degrees cooler. She would pack for all eventualities. A thought suddenly entered her head, she stumbled to the nearest tree and basked in its shade.
What if her fuck lust made her look like a freak, since the threesome with the investors it seemed to have ratcheted up a level or two. Nothing seemed to satisfy her. On days where she didn’t have to commit to “over time” she found herself masturbating 3 to 4 times a day and her urges still weren’t sated.
From her memory of Seth he seemed to be pretty popular with the ladies.
“Surely a guy that looks like him has tried it all.” She mused, pushing herself away from the shade of the tree, finishing the last leg of her walk.
Lyla pushed down her concerns and told herself to relax, it was her night off and she was fucking determined to enjoy it.
She soaked in a cool bathtub for most of the evening, her pussy was still sore from the pounding she had taken from Marlon’s big black cock the night before, she was also trying her best to sort out the niggling problems in her life so that for her date she could be one hundred per cent focused on Seth. She tried to think back to a time when she felt like this for a guy. Her recent extracurricular activities were weighing on her mind but she found no desire to confess to Seth what she was getting up to, if and when the time arose that they were starting to get serious, she would either stop working overtime for Clarke or just confess. Lyla was not the type of girl to feel ashamed.
She sent Sunni a quick check in text message, she replied that her father’s flight was delayed and he was going to meet her in the morning, she was going to stay over at her co-stars place and go from there.
Clarke once again messaged her apologising and hoping that she was still committed to the app launch. The note of desperation in his voice startled Lyla, she felt little sympathy for the man now. Earlier on she had felt like the worst person in the world after Holt had stolen the information from her phone, it leveled the playing field a little knowing that Clarke’s hand were far from clean.
She had brought a bottle of wine with her into the bathroom room and poured herself a large glass as she begun to prepare for the evening ahead. She started off with washing her hair with the expensive shampoo and conditioner that Curtis had given her as a Christmas gift a few years ago. Lyla had been saving it for a special occasion and now felt like the right time to use it. She then scrubbed all over with a lavender scented body scrub.
Her skin felt alive and fresh as she applied the shaving foam to her legs and vagina. The soft cushiony texture felt good between her thighs, it took all of her self restraint not to start touching herself. She hoped that tonight they would sleep together for the first time since their liaison on the beach all those years ago. She slowly dragged the razor up her leg, starting at her thin ankle and moving it all the way up her chunky thighs. She always found shaving to be a sexual activity, maybe it was the feeling of the foam on her legs of the smoothness of them afterwards.
After she trimmed her bush, she let the water drain from the bath and had a quick shower to rinse out her conditioner. Her fanny still felt sore, she tried her best to ignore it. Looking in the mirror she felt a million dollars as she slipped on a lacy black thong,a pair of navy shorts, coupled with a black and white stripped halter neck crop top. Lyla decided to go bra-less, the top more that supported her big breasts.
She walked to the kitchen and popped a bottle of wine into her brown leather beach bag, she also pocketed a shell. Lyla couldn’t wait to show it to Seth, she had taken it from the beach after they had sex. She had kept it next to her bed ever since. She gathered up a few more things for her over night stay. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she texted Seth.
“Just leaving now, see you soon .”
She went into the bathroom and finished off her glass of wine in one mouthful.
It would take her 15 minutes to walk to the marina, she just hoped it was a bit cooler by now.
The first thing that hit her when she walked through the arch way leading to the wooden walkway of the marina (besides the beauty), was the smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, it reminded her of summer holidays that her family had taken throughout her c***dhood. The light breeze was warm against her skin, she took a few minutes and rested against a railing, her eyes closed, she breathed deeply. Lyla found that it calmed her nerves. The jingle from her phone snapped her from her thoughts.
“Where are you babes, I am itching to take the boat out.”
She smiled and scanned the walkway ahead of her, she was near number 12, she picked up her pace, he said that he was docked at number 30.
The sun was just beginning to set, casting a pink/orange mixture across the sky. It really was beautiful. Lyla’s heart gave a leap when she seen him standing at the stern of a massive navy and white yacht. Even from a distance he looked extremely tall. The boat easily dwarfed the neighbouring boats.
“I thought you said it was a small boat.” She exclaimed as walked closer to him. Taking him in, he was wearing a black polo necked t-shirt with olive cargo shorts. She felt a familiar stirring in her loins. He was looking fucking fine, his curly sun bleached hair was being gently ruffled by the breeze.
“It is small by Dads standards.” He exclaimed with a smile on his face.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain.” She joked as she grabbed his muscular arm and climbed next to him.
“I hope we both come on board.” Seth replied as he dipped her low and planted a kiss on her lips
She followed his lead as he gave her a tour of the interior, her eyes firmly fixed on the way his ass filled out his shorts.
“It’s a Sabre 66 Dirigo, one of the newest on the market.” He remarked proudly. “It has an upstairs living room behind the steering area. Below deck has a full bathroom, two bedrooms and a kitchen.”
She let out a slow whistle. “It’s like an apartment on the water.”
“Basically,” He replied.
She could see that he was at ease with all this luxury and expense.
“I was thinking we could take it out for a little sail, I have some food all ready for us and then maybe we can catch up, pick up where we left off.” He laughed and grabbed her beach bag, setting it down on one of the white leather chairs.
“Oh really. You want to christen the boat on her maiden voyage as well I suppose.”
“Only if it’s what the lady wants.” He said faux kissing her hand.
“Oh Seth! It really has been years hasn’t it. You will see that I am no lady.”
She laughed at the shocked look on his face. Lyla found all of her nerves seemed to have disappeared the breeze. He was just as playful as she remembered. She walked past him and grabbed the bottle of champagne that he had in an ice bucket near the control panel.
Lyla laid back on the leather sofa watching Seth as he masterfully guided the boat out of the dock and into the open water. In the distance she could see all the brilliant twinkling lights of the city. It was breath taking, she had not seen the city from this position before. They sailed in peace for about twenty five minutes until he killed the engines and they began to bob along.
“Here is good.” He called over his shoulder.
“Perfect.” She replied, setting down her drink. She walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. His back felt warm and muscular.
“Good driving, or whatever you call it.” She muttered into the fabric of his t-shirt.
“Thanks, I feel at home on the water, I don’t get much of a chance to do it lately.”
“That’s a pity, you should make time.”
“Let’s eat. I got us a sea food platter and some salad.”
The narrow steep stairs made Lyla feel woozy. Seth turned around and grabbed her by the waist, throwing her over his shoulder and walking her to the diner style booth that took up one side of the room. The downstairs kitchen area was better than what she had in her apartment. A compact sink, oven and storage lined one of the walls. A dark brown wooden table sat in front of the booth. Upon the table top sat a medium sized chain that hung over branches of a dark brown structure that formed into the shape of an anchor, each link was entwined with a row of pearls. Lyla looked at it closer, each link was brightly polished silver.
“Didn’t know you were a fan of art?” She asked, running a finger gently along it, it felt ice cold under her touch.
“It’s my father’s he insists on it being displayed. It’s made up of the original chain used to anchor my great-great grandfathers rowing boat that he used to fish with. Not as heavy duty as the chains we use nowadays but I have grown to like it. My mother insisted that it be plated of course.
“It’s nice. I like it.”
Seth pulled open the fridge and began to remove the plastic from the platters. The room was brightly lit and had a row of narrow windows just above the storage areas. Lyla could see that night had truly fallen.
They both clinked their glasses in a toast after Seth handed her a plate and began to dish out the food.
The conversation began to drift back to their summers spent together. She asked more about his exploits and was shocked to learn that he was unaware of his most eligible bachelor status at the Cove.
“You are k**ding right, I was a lanky local, no one fancied me at all.”
“Maybe when you were younger, but you were definitely the one to be seen with when you hit your teens. Trust me, you had that tanned glow about you and a smile that would stop traffic,” She took another mouth of salad,” And don’t get me started on your body.”
“So you were one of my many admirers then.” He said with a brazen look upon his face.
He had two day old stubble that made Lyla go weak at the knees, his strong piercing eyes held her attention. He was just her type.
“Well compared to the other pasty boys who vacationed there, you were practically a God.”
“Hardly a God, but thank you, I wish someone told me this a few years ago, I might have gotten some action.”
“Oh shut up.” Lyla squealed hitting him with her napkin. “I bet you were waist deep in girls from May until August.”
“You would be surprised.” Seth replied, setting down his cutlery, leaning back into the booth.
“Surprise me then, what’s the wildest thing you did on the Cove?”
He sat forward and poured them both another drink. Lyla smiled when she seen that he was blushing.
He crossed his legs and placed a hand on his ankle, a thoughtful look on his face.
“Well there was this one girl.”
“Yes.” She exclaimed egging him on .
“I was crazy about her for a few months and finally I bumped into her, we got talking and I asked her if she wanted to go for a sail.”
“And…” Lyla whispered, taking a mouth full of her drink, a nice buzz had descended on her.
“We went to this secluded little beach that I knew off and we were playing around and the fucking ditz goes and sprains her ankle. ”
Lyla’s heart gave a jolt, she didn’t react and just pushed a leaf of lettuce around her plate with her fork.
“I then, being the gentleman that I am, carried her to the sand and checked her over. And do you know what the little minx did then?”
“What did she do?” Lyla replied with her best poker face.
“She seduced me.”
Lyla gave a loud cackle of laughter.
“I don’t remember it quiet happening like that.”
“Who said it was you that I was talking about?” He said sliding closer to her on the bench.
“How many girls do you bring to secluded beaches that sprain their ankles, Huh?” She pushed his shoulder playfully.
He reached forward and grabbed her chin gently.
“You’d be surprised.” He whispered, his warm breath caressing her face.
“That’s the second time you have said that tonight. I really hope you are full of surprises Seth. ”
He kissed her firmly, his stubble rubbing against her lips. It took all of her self control not to moan. The kiss had left her weak and breathless.
He pulled away and took her hand, standing up he grabbed the bottle.
“Let’s find out shall we.”
He led her down three steps then a short narrow corridor. Two doors stood a the end of the corridor one on either side of a small window. He pushed open the door on the left. Lyla couldn’t believe the luxury of the bedroom. It had thick brown carpet, a raised double bed (drawers underneath), a three seater couch, it was white leather. A small flat screen TV hung on an extendable wall bracket. Lyla looked out of the narrow window that ran the length of the room. The water was calm tonight.
“This is seriously impressive,” She exclaimed, “You treat all your dates to this much luxury.”
“All my dates,” He scoffed. “I am not sure I am the man you think Lyla.” He said as he left the room to retrieve their glasses and ice bucket from the kitchen area.
She smiled bashfully and sat on the edge of the bed. Her stomach felt all a flutter, she slowly realised that she was developing feelings for him. He was as playful in real life as he was in their text message exchanges. She didn’t want to get too ahead of herself but she was picking up the vibe that he was into her as well. It was all the nonsense with Clarke and the app that was frying her brain.
Lyla could hear him whistle as he approached the door. He knocked on it gently.
“Can I come in? Are you decent?”
“I am not but you can come in.”
He walked past the bed and placed the glasses on a small table beside the couch.
“It’s my turn to ask you a question now. I already know what you got up to during your summers on the Cove but I want to know what’s the wildest thing you have done after the Cove.”
“Fuck!” She cringed inwardly. She quickly scanned her back catalogue of hook ups for something tame but not frigid. She could hardly tell him that in the last few weeks alone; she had rimmed a seventy year old man, deflowered a nineteen year old squirting lesbian, watched her boss and his wife fuck while she wanked, been double penetrated by two investors and just last night rode a big black cock. At the thought of Marlon her pussy clenched.
“Umm,” She mumbled stalling for time. “I am practically a nun to be honest.” She said, trying to keep a straight face and failing.
Seth let out a roar of a laugh.
“I don’t believe that for a second but that’s OK, hopefully you will tell me later or better yet show me.”
He kicked off his grey plimsolls and sat beside her on the bed, handing her the glass.
“Was our encounter on the beach really one of your fondest memories of the Cove, or were you just being polite.”
“It really was Lyla,” His voice and face took on a serious note, “To be honest you crossed my mind a lot the last couple of years. I wondered what had happened to you. I think I read something about your brother Curtis opening a porn studio a year or two ago. I almost looked you up online then, I am not sure what stopped me.”
Now it was her turn to blush.
“I have thought about you too.” She replied shyly. “I even have a memento from that day.” She reached into her pocket and handed him the stone.
“Is this from the beach? No fucking way.” He placed it on his palm, rolling it around slowly.
He placed the stone on the bed between them and leaned over and kissed her. Again it was slow but powerful.
He pulled back and ran his thumb along her bottom lip.
“I have wanted to do that since I seen you outside the elevator. I didn’t know my will power was so strong when we went for dinner last week and I didn’t kiss you then, hell, I was about to mount you in the back of the cab.”
She smiled and sucked his thumb playfully.
“What’s stopping you now sailor?”
His thumb further explored her mouth, his gaze was intense, Lyla found herself mesmerised. She felt familiar stirrings between her legs, this time was different though, she had a strong attraction to Seth, if she was really honest with herself she carried feelings for him for years. The other reason the stirring was different this time was because her pussy was still tender from her encounter with Marlon.
She was suddenly pissed off with herself and Clarke, up until now the arrangement that they had to get the app back on track wasn’t interfering with her personal life too much, but now that she was dating Seth, it was holding her back. She wondered how she could bring up her pussy situation without deterring him or making him think she was a slut.
He pushed her hair behind her ear and together they laid down side by side on the bed, kissing slowly and passionately. His taste and scent intoxicated her, fanning the flames of desire that were burning in her loins. All her worries were put on hold, she was totally present and in the moment.
His hand teased the hem of her top, Seth ran his fingers along her midriff, giving her goose bumps. He slowly trailed his fingers down the front of her shorts. The pressure against her extra sensitive gash made her recoil.
He stopped kissing her.
“I’m sorry it’s just that time of the month, ” She lied quickly, feeling her cheeks flush.
“That’s ok we can still do other stuff.”
She smiled, both relieved and annoyed, she was looking forward to this date for over a week.
“You are so fucking sexy Lyla, I knew it then and I know it now.”
Her hands gently squeezed his bicep’s, her fuck lust erupted inside of her.
“What kind of other stuff had you in mind?” She teased, licking her lips seductively.
“I want to revisit your body, from top to toe, I can tell by that look in your eyes that you want to revisit mine as well.”
All she could do was nod, the heat of the night coupled with her desire was starting to make her sweat, her body was starting to get weak.
He quickly unbuttoned her halter neck, her voluptuous tits popping out.
“Even better than I remember.” He moaned as he cupped both of them and pushed them together, kneading them before he began to lick her pink nipple, which instantly became erect.
She tossed her head back and moaned, her hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his mouth deeper on to her. His tongue was like a tornado, swirling all around her areola. She kicked off her flip flops and laid one heel against his lower back. Her pussy was so wet. It was still throbbing, now that she was horny she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.
He removed his hands from her breasts and pulled his polo neck shirt off. His skin was almost red with tan, he placed his face between her jugs and began to leave a path or kisses all the way down to her belly button. Seth licked it slowly around the edge before he French kissed it. Lyla let out a moan, it egged him on. He licked down to the waistline of her shorts, her skin squirming under the sensation. He began to pull them down, they glided slowly over her curvaceous ass, she had to raise her hips off the bed to help him along.
“My God you are so sexy Lyla.” He said as he laid beside her legs, his hand snaked down towards her foot and he began to massage it. His other hand rested on the front of her thong.
“Ooh.” She moaned.
He lightly kissed the arch of her foot, his tongue drawing a line from her heel to the big toe. He slid it inside and sucked on it.
“Thank fuck I just had them manicured.” Lyla thought to herself, out of all the things that she had experienced sexually, her feet were rarely utilized.
Her hand squeezed his bicep, it was rock hard under her touch, she moved it up and ran her fingernails along the back of his shoulder, leaving a white trail on his tanned skin. She moved them down to his armpit, he immediately clammed up as she tickled his fine armpit hair.
“Stop that.” He laughed before he resumed licking her feet.
Seth’s abdomen was toned and defined without looking like he lived in the gym. Lyla presumed his lifestyle contributed to his physique as her fingers ran down the outside of his torso, light brown hair coated the his pecks and stomach. She lovingly stroked the darker line trailing from his navel to below his belt.
He moved closer to her body, they were now lying top to tail position, he moved his hips to make himself more available to her. Both of his hands were now massaging her feet.
Lyla had to admit as rubbed his semi through his shorts that she wasn’t hating her feet getting some attention. She usually shied away from it if any of her conquests in the past had wanted to go there, but like always with Seth it was different.
She moved the back of her hand against his junk, he moaned gently. She placed her hand against his thigh and slid it up under the leg of his shorts. Her hand instantly became sweaty from his body heat, the hair of his leg slick under her palm. The first part her hand glanced off was his ball sack, it felt soft and warm and sweaty. He moaned louder as she cupped his balls and began to knead them.
He had moved away from her feet and was working up her thighs.
“You have a full set for me Seth, when’s the last time they were emptied.”
“Not for a long time,” He replied distractedly, licking the back of her kneecap, his hand was rubbing her gash through the lacy material of her black thong. It was throbbing uncomfortably.
Her hand found the shaft of his meaty dick, wrapping her fingers around the base she began to jerk him off, her movements limited by his shorts.
“How about you lose these real quick,” She cooed, looking into his eyes.
“You first.” He said as he sat up and pulled the thin underwear down her body. “Fucking hell Lyla!”
She groaned inwardly afraid of what he was going to say next, her pussy was still painful but she put it down to Marlon hurting her cervix, she presumed it was internal.
“That’s the pussy I remember, looks a little bit more used though.”
“Fuck off.” She laughed, pushing him away.
“So no fun down there whatsoever?” He had a pleading look upon his face.
“No and it’s fucking annoying. I was looking forward to it so much.” She ran her hands through her hair, her sex lust practically inflating inside her.
“It’s OK its natural.” Seth placed a soft kiss on her neck.
“Well…” She whispered biting her lip, a sudden thought occurred to her. Her mind was a flame with desire, normal sober Lyla would never in a million years have the courage to suggest it. “I have another hole you can play with.”
“Oh yeah,” He grinned, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. “You always had the prettiest smile.”
“Thank you but that’s not the hole I meant.” Lyla had plastered a scandalised look upon her face.
The realisation of what she meant suddenly dawned on him.
“Really?” He asked warily.
“Really.” She replied nodding of her head.
He had her move onto her knees with her ass up and her face laying on the bed. He sat behind her naked, his legs spread around her, her holes were face height. He massaged her fleshy ass cheeks, occasionally rubbing her asshole. It seemed to Lyla that he was fascinated with it, like it was a new toy.
“Have you not done butt stuff before?” She asked turning her face the other side.
“I have rubbed one, that’s about it, I am enjoying this view though.”
She moved her hand between her legs, she found his meaty rod and began to tug it, the helmet was slick with pre cum. It only exasperbated her horniness that she could only feel his hard prick rather that see it, he was semi hard when he moved behind her, the thought of doing stuff to her shitter must have finally tipped him over the edge. She moved the hand back to her mouth and licked her palm, she could taste his saltiness, she cupped her hand and spat on it twice before reaching back and slobbering it all over his cock.
He rubbed her hoop continually now, in a wide circular motion, he applied a little more pressure each time his thumb found her center.
“Fucking spit on it Seth.” She moaned cupping her breast with her free hand.
He complied, the fluid made her both her holes contract, she felt him move away and grab the ice bucket off the bedside table. He dripped an ice cube inches above her crack, the freezing droplets running down her asshole before sliding on down to her throbbing pussy made her cry out.
“That’s it Lyla, fucking scream for me. No one is around to hear us.” He then spanked her, his open hand causing a red mark to rise on her ass cheek. The smack sounded like an gun shot in the still night.
He placed the ice cube between his lips and began to move it up and down her crack, starting just about her pooper and dragging it down over her puckered hoop, her taint and then along her pussy lips. He spat the cube onto the floor then let pursed his lips and blew on to her moist openings.
Her eyes rolled and toes clenched, the sensation was mind blowing, her skin felt on fire.
He rubbed his middle finger against her backdoor, careful of his fingernails he slowly pushed against her and slid inside of her. She was like a vice against his finger, her muscles clamped down around him.
“That feel OK?” He asked tentatively, anal had always been one of his fantasy’s and he didn’t want to squander the chance.
“Yes it feels good, just give me a few minutes to relax.” She focused on her breathing, sending calming messages to her tush, telling it to co-operate.
He withdrew his finger, spat on it, then re-entered her. They continued like this for a few minutes until she had loosened up enough for two of his fingers.
Lyla still had her hand working his shaft, he seemed to have a never ending supply of pre cum, his ball sack hung low from his body, her fuck lust was ramping up once again, it had never reached this level before.
“If only my cunt wasn’t aching,” She thought as he pulled out his fingers, she heard him pull open the drawer of the bedside table, a few seconds later she heard the snap of a bottle lid.
“I am going to surprise you now Lyla, tell me if you don’t like it and I will stop.”
Immediately her curiosity was peaked, she was never in this role in the bedroom, it was always her who decided what to do and how to do it, the fact that she was face down on the bed while he had full access to her ass was a turn on. She knew that she wouldn’t allow just anyone to take control in the sack but felt fine under Seth’s control.
The freezing cold texture came out of nowhere, she thought he had emptied the ice bucket over her ass, but she felt pressure against her hole before a cold narrow object entered. It was the champagne bottle, he was fucking her ass with the neck part.
“Is there enough lube on it?’ He asked as he pulled it out slowly and plunged it back in, going all the way up to the shoulder.
She was too caught up in the feeling, it felt perfect moving in and out of her, the coolness of the glass just added to the eroticism. His initiative and daring also stirred her, for once a man could keep up with her.
“Fuck me with it Seth, you dirty bastard.” She moaned.
“I told you earlier Lyla, I am not sure I am the man you think I am.” He twisted the bottle inside of her, the moans echoing off the cabin made his cock harden so much he feared it would burst.
He continued to fuck her ass with the champagne bottle for, what seemed to Lyla to be several pleasurable hours but in reality was about fifteen minutes. Her hole relaxed around the glass, the sensation she was feeling took fuck lust to the next level.
“I want your cock in me now.” She moaned, tentatively rubbing her pussy, even the slightest touch magnified the ache.
He leaned over and kissed her ass cheek.”
“Umm..” He stuttered, his lips still on her buttock.
“You do want to fuck me right?” She asked, thrown by his reluctance.
“I just had an idea and I am not sure if you are into it.”
Relief coursed through her body. She was petrified that he was turned off by her. Her fuck lust was setting her skeleton on fire, it felt like her skin was ablaze.
“What is it?” She asked, the fact that she had no idea what he was planning made her mouth go dry and her pussy moisten.
“Wait right there,” He pushed the bottle back inside of her. “Don’t move.”
“Hurry.” She replied pushing her head and shoulders off the bed, putting herself on all fours.
He ran off with glee, his 7′ erection slapping off his thighs as he walked. This was not how she thought her night was going to turn out, she was so relieved that Seth was sexually adventurous as well. If they met again and continued to explore fantasies in the bedroom she may even tell him about her fuck lust.
He came back into the room, something hidden behind his back
“If you could only see what I see,” He said breathlessly. “You’re fucking amazing Lyla.”
“Oh yeah?’ She moaned, moving her hips back and forth with the bottle still stuck up her ass.
“What’s behind your back Seth?”
“Feel free to say no.” He said looking down at the floor, she found his shyness overwhelmingly cute.
“We’re both adults baby, just spit it out.”
“Well I seen this video on the internet a few years ago and it was always a fantasy of mine but I never in a million years thought I would ever be in the position to try it.”
“OK” She was curious now. “What is it?”
He moved his hand from his back to his front, in it he held the anchor chain art piece from the table.
“You want to fuck me with an anchor.” Lyla said, slowly pushing out the bottle and placing it on the floor.
“No, don’t be silly.” With his other hand he removed the chain and pearls from the plastic stand and they fell loosely in his grip. “I want to fuck you with the chain.”
Lyla was momentarily taken aback but her fuck lust quickly surrendered any notion she had of saying no. Now she was on the floor her back resting against the bed, both legs up in the air, her hands supporting her hips. Seth lying on the bed, looked down at her, a giant grin across his face.
“This is so fucking hot Lyla,”
He had already inserted about a third of the chain, it felt surreal first, the cold sensation, coupled with the texture of the chain and the strand of pearls that intertwined each link felt like nothing she had experienced before, let alone had shoved up her shitter.
The weight of it in her rectum was another factor she had never thought about. Inserting it took a few tries but once it started to slide in it actually felt quite nice. Seth rubbed the chain he had yet to put insider her against her twat, the coolness helped numb some of the pain.
“This is fucking crazy.” She squealed as he pushed in link after link.
It was beginning to coil up inside of her, pressing against her colon. This was up high up there on the kinky scale, even by her standards, but she was enjoying it and even more so because it was with Seth.
She stared at him, his eyes never leaving her ass hole, it was like he was transfixed.
“Pull it out slowly then I want you in me.” She whispered, chancing a rub of her gash to alleviate some of the pleasure pressure building in her legs.
He tugged it out, her hoop sliding slowly over every fucking link and bead of pearl, it never had time to fully close around anything as the links just kept coming and coming. She squealed with delight, it felt so good. He toyed with the last few links, pulling them out then pushing them back in again. She thought she would burst there and then. He started to blow cold air on her pussy as he dragged out the end of the chain and tossed it on the floor.
“Fuck me Seth.”
He placed a leg on each side of her hips and squatted, Lyla was still leaning against the mattress, her head on the ground. He pointed down his throbbing cock and pushed against her puckered hoop. It opened to receive him easily.
The fact that the man that she had fantasized about for years was not only fucking her but he was now ball deep in her ass was too much for Lyla to bear. Her fuck lust exploded like never before, she began to see balls of lights flashing before her eyes as he began to pound her back door.
“Fucking hell.” He said, sweat dripping off his face.
Her shit cunt felt warm and wet, the chain and bottle doing a great job of making her loose. Her muscles hugged his prick as he slammed in and out.
He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her frenziedly, she reached over and placed on hand on his bare foot to stabilize her, the small hint of hair on each of his toes felt coarse under her sweaty palm.
“What a fucking man.” She thought as she couldn’t bear it any longer and began to mash her clit.
“Fuck it up, Seth.” She squeaked, the pressure in her loins was overflowing she was going to come and it was going to be cataclysmic.
He continued to go ball deep in her, the skin of her taint tightened with each down thrust, he let a string of spit fall from his lips and landed right on her piss flaps. While she was rubbing her clit he insterted both of his thumbs and prized apart her gash. It was like a gaping mouth.
“OH FUCKING HELL,” She roared as an orgasm ricocheted through her body.
He removed his thumbs and felt her poop chute constrict around his shaft. This sent him over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped as he pulled out and doused her gaping ass hole and bright pink pussy with his nut, spurt after spurt shot from his cock. His toes curled and his own asshole clenched at the force of it.
She moved slightly and the load began to dribble down her back. Lyla remained on all fours, both her pussy and ass hole pulsating, his jizz was sticky against her orifices’.
“Shower, then I am going to get us back to the marina.” He panted as he laid back on the bed,” That is if I can walk again.”
She fell asleep in his arms, below her waist felt destroyed but as a whole she felt weightless. All the recent shit that had gone in her life floated away. She felt safe lying beside him. He wasn’t like anyone she had met before and felt that it was fate that made them reconnect.
He stirred just after sunrise, none of the awkward morning after the night before conversations. They finished off the seafood platter for breakfast, watching the sun rise on the water together. For the first time in maybe years she felt content.
He informed her that he had to leave that night to go back for work but he would be in touch, he said it would be easier if she left it to him to message her first. He kissed her on the wooden walkway promising that he wouldn’t forget to be in contact.
“How can I forget about the woman who has given me two of the best days of my life.” He called as he waved her away.
She floated rather than walked home, Halle had messaged her and told her that her first cam show was a success, it was just for some competition winners but once Curtis had the flaws worked out she was hired as a full time exclusive cam girl. She asked Lyla if she should tell Clarke about her after work job, Lyla said she would take care of it and congratulated her.
She reluctantly called Clarke. He picked up on the third ring.
“Lyla I was starting to get worried you were not going to speak to me again.”
“I am just ringing to let you know that Halle’s cam room test went well and my brother is going to hire her to be exclusive. I just thought you should know in case it leaks in the press.”
“A few weeks ago I would have but now that we have the investors and Marlon on our team it seems redundant to drag Holts step sister into it.”
Her face burned. Her stomach dropped.
“About that, I thought I told you but I must have forgotten. She’s not his step sister, Halle’s his half sister. She told me when we went to the spa.”
“Lyla I thought we weren’t going to have anymore fucking secrets between us.” He snarled.
She held the phone away from her face, her blood boiling.
“Seriously after the shit you told me yesterday, you have some fucking nerve Clarke, I won’t be in tomorrow, I have a doctor’s appointment.” She hung up the phone and let out her frustrations with a loud groan. A passing jogger stared at her.
She took a few deep breaths and continued on her walk, she put her phone back in her pants, she felt something hard and small in the corner of her pocket, she pulled it out. It was the stone from the beach that she and Seth first had sex.
A huge grin spread across her face, her anger from her phone call evaporated.
Seth had drawn a little anchor on it.
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