My Kinky Valentine (2 page)

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Even though she called the shots in their
bedroom, Rita would occasionally let Sherri take the lead. After
all, making all the decisions was tiring and she welcomed the flip
sometimes. The previous night was one such case when Sherri arrived
home from work as she was trying on the interview outfit. Sherri’s
reaction was priceless and her plea for Rita to wear the tight red
dress in bed was so endearing that Rita couldn’t refuse her. There
was very little Rita refused Sherri, in fact. She was crazy about
her. Sherri had already been through so much heartache. Rita wanted
to make her happy. So she let Sherri run the show the night before.
She let Sher grab Rita and kiss her until they were both
breathless. She even faked resisting Sherri’s seduction.

“Come on babe. Let’s have dinner first,”
Rita whispered against Sherri’s ears as she softly bit on her
earlobe. One of her favorite sweet spots. “I cooked your
favorite.”

“Not happening tonight. I won’t fall for
that. You’re my favorite dish. Always.”

Sherri’s voice sounded hard but her eyes
searched Rita’s for approval. Rita acknowledged her lover’s silent
request with a brief nod before lowering her eyes to indicate to
Sherri she was relinquishing control. Rita couldn’t suppress a soft
sigh of relief when Sherri grabbed her and threw her on their
bed.

“Get on your hands and knees. Now!” Sherri
shouted, “You don’t like dildos but tonight I’m calling the
shots.”

Sherri disappeared into their bathroom to
come out a while later wearing a double dildo. A huge purple fake
penis jutting out of her pussy. Rita panicked at that sight.

“No Sher. Please. We can’t do it this way.
Not now! I can’t blow the deal and it won’t work if I don’t have a
hymen anymore.”

“Relax!” Kneeling on the bed, Sherri reached
for the younger woman’s sex, inserted two fingers and gauged Rita’s
reaction. “You’ll be a virgin still; technically speaking.”

“I’ve never cared for deep penetration. You
know my orgasms are clitoral.”

Rita stopped speaking and clenched her teeth
as her walls tightened around Sherri’s digits.

“Your naughty fingers and mouth are all I
need, babe!”

Rita captured Sherri’s finger, licked it and
bit its tip. Their eyes locked and their breathing got ragged.

“Good try, kitten. Not gonna happen, though.
Not changing my mind. Get back on your knees.”

Sherri swatted Rita’s round backside as her
low, sexy laugh rang in the bedroom and she grabbed the young
woman’s hips, pushing them upwards. She caressed Rita’s butt over
the tight dress, running a finger through her crack. Rita
moaned.

“I love your ass. Have I told you that
lately?”

Sherri slid the hem of the red dress up,
slowly revealing the perfect skin underneath. She stopped
mid-way.

“Almost every day since we’ve met but who’s
counting?”

“It
is
perfect. Mr. Ferguson was
right to tell you not to wear panties. I like easy access.”

She bit and licked the creamy exposed skin
until Rita couldn’t breathe.

“Sher, you’re killing me! Come on. Give it
to me!”

“Always the bossy lady, huh? Who’s in charge
today?”

She highlighted her words with vigorous
open-handed swats that sent shivers through her spine. Rita loved a
good spanking and would often warm Sherri’s porcelain skin with her
paddle or own hands. It was rare for her to be on the receiving end
but she wasn’t complaining.

“You are, hon.”

“Right I am. Don’t forget that.”

Rita lost her ability to speak when Sherri
spread her butt cheeks apart and licked her darkest hole. Her knees
turned to jelly and she almost collapsed on the mattress. But her
expert lover didn’t give her time to recover as she alternated hard
slaps on Rita’s ass, fast licks between her butt cheeks, naughty
pinches at her clit, and a devilish finger inside her scorching
sex. Ripples of delightful sensations spread through her body.

“I’m going to come!” she shouted as her
walls contracted around Sher’s finger and her juices gushed out of
her.

“Don’t you dare come before me!”

Sherri released Rita, who leaned forward
until her forehead touched the silk sheets. Their coolness helped
simmer down her body but her position pushed her ass up in the
air.

“That’s perfect. Don’t move.”

She looked upwards and the hunger in
Sherri’s eyes mesmerized her as she teased Rita’s entrance with the
tip of the dildo to coat it on the hot liquid pooling there.

“Please Sher. Don’t.”

“Trust me.”

That was the hardest part for Rita and Sher
knew it. Rita felt her body clenching in anticipation of the rubber
penis penetrating her tight sex from behind. She felt the tip
teasing her clit before Sher laughed in her ear and in one swift,
fluid movement, sheathed the huge dildo inside her backdoor hole.
Burying her fingers in Rita’s hair, Sher pulled her head back,
holding tight for balance and controlling the rhythm of her
thrusts. Her fingers reached around until they found Rita’s
hardened nub. Sherri pinched it and the sensations spread like
wildfire. Rita didn’t resist the assault of her senses yet moving
caused a little bit of pain in her tightest channel. She was
completely at Sher’s mercy but the feeling was liberating and she
rode the rising tide of pleasure. No regrets.

“I never said I wanted your pussy. I said I
loved your ass. You’ve gotta learn to trust me, babe.”

Sher’s shallow breathing echoed inside
Rita’s ears as her lover grounded her soaking wet sex against
Rita’s ass, banging her deep, pushing her forward with each
stabbing movement. Rita felt the trembling flesh around Sher’s end
of the dildo. It wouldn’t be long now.

Sherri shouted and crashed against Rita’s
body pressing her onto the mattress as she erupted in a
mind-blowing orgasm. Rita turned around to cradle her lover’s soft
and trembling body as the waves hit her.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered inside Sher’s
mouth.

Their kiss went on forever but Rita’s body
was about to explode.

“Sher, hon, I need to come. Please.”

They locked eyes and Sher’s were still
unfocused but she had a knowing expression on. She slowly covered
Rita’s mouth with hers, nibbling at her full lower lip as she
pinched her engorged clit. As her tongue penetrated Rita’s hot
mouth, she twisted the hard nub between her fingers and drank the
other woman’s shouts of ecstasy.

It took a long time for Rita to come down
from the heavenly spot Sher led her to but she landed in the safety
of Sher’s arms. “Thank you, hon.”

Their bodies fit together perfectly and just
before she fell asleep Rita smiled when she realized she was still
wearing the red dress and high heels.

* * * *

On the luxury car, Rita was pumping her sex
as she relived those glorious moments. Her left hand spread her
folds apart so that her right fingers probed her scorching core.
She jumped out of her skin when a handsome man appeared on a screen
in front of her.

“That’s a ‘no-no’ Miss Collins.”

With her heart beating like crazy against
her rib cage, Rita sat up straight and pulled her hand out of her
dripping channel.

“Your pussy is mine now. Remember?”

Her body reacted funny at the famous Mr.
Ferguson catching her red-handed: more liquid pooled inside
her.

“You don’t use it without my permission. Is
that understood?”

She didn’t trust her voice so she
nodded.

“Good. Lick your fingers and tell me how you
taste.”

Rita hesitated. She couldn’t tell if she
resented the fact he was a man or his commanding tone. Being used
to giving orders, Rita wasn’t very good at taking them.

“I’m not a patient man.”

The way he raised one perfect eyebrow
emphasized the remark so effectively that Rita lifted her hand to
her mouth and did as she was told. She held his gaze – a dark shade
of amber with specks of green. Remarkable color. Mesmerizing eyes
that bored into her as if reaching for her soul. She sighed.

“Your moans tell me you taste divine. Is
that how you taste Miss Collins?”

“I taste fine.”

“Hmm I’ll be the judge of that later then.
I’d hate to find out I’ve acquired something that’s below par. Par
meaning perfect, that is.”

He actually winked at her betraying his
youth. James Ferguson was only twenty-nine and the perfect result
of an old-money upbringing except for his open homosexuality.
Everyone knew he was gay and dated another billionaire named Ronald
Westminster. Few people knew he was in fact bisexual. Fewer – not
even his boyfriend - were aware of something Rita found out
recently. James Ferguson had a thing for virgins. He enjoyed being
the first man to have sex with a woman. His great looks would win
them over while his deep pockets would safeguard his privacy in the
form of generous confidentiality agreements. He picked and chose
the most stunning women.

“No worries though. You’re gorgeous, Miss
Rita Collins. The pictures and video you sent me didn’t do you
justice.”

“I hope I can please you, sir,” Rita’s
hesitant statement was very uncharacteristic. She didn’t understand
why he made her feel like an insecure teenager. She used to be a
strong-willed woman up until a few minutes ago.
What’s wrong
with me?

“Miss Collins you read our contract before
signing it I suppose.”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Just so we are clear, I’d like you to
confirm some things out loud. You’ll be recorded.”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re aware that we’re still in the
assessment phase. You’ll have to go through a personal interview
before we finalize the agreement. Correct?”

“Yes.”

“You know you would be in breach of contract
if you lied about anything. Namely, if you lied about being a
virgin.”

“I know that, sir.”

“You should also know that, in case you fail
the assessment tasks, you won’t receive full payment since I won’t
fuck you. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” this time her voice sounded less
confident.

“Relax. I may be a demanding buyer but I’m
also a fair one. If we come to that, you’ll still get a generous
compensation for your time and efforts.”

“Thank you, sir,” her face burned and she
knew it was red.

“Very well. One last thing. I won’t get to
New York before the weekend. I had to attend a last-minute meeting
in San Francisco. I told my assistant to interview you,”

Rita couldn’t hide her apprehension. She had
recently started a new job and couldn’t afford to miss any workdays
on account of Mr. Ferguson’s schedule.

“You look scared. Don’t be. Miss Harris
knows what she must do. I’ll supervise the procedures from here.
Plus, you’ll be in very good hands. See you soon.”

Before Rita had a chance to say anything the
screen turned black again. She didn’t have time to process that
last information because the driver pulled over in front of a
gorgeous high-rise office building. She got out and stood on the
sidewalk, gawking at it. The driver handed her suitcase and bid
goodbye but she hardly noticed as she studied the glass and metal
modern building. It was tall and impressive. Walking towards the
revolving golden door, she read the words ‘Ferguson Building’
engraved in black marble and the enormity of her crazy adventure
started to dawn on her.

What am I doing? The guy has a whole fucking
building named after him!

Squaring her shoulders, Rita entered the
building and stopped at a sleek wooden counter where the
receptionists worked, “How can I help you?”

“I’m here for Mr. James Ferguson. My name’s
Rita Collins.”

The woman typed something into her computer
and a wide smile replaced her stern expression, “Miss Collins,
please take the elevator to the top floor. His assistant will meet
with you there.”

When the polished metal doors opened on the
seventieth floor, Rita felt like a heavyweight fighter knocked her
out. She had to mentally command her legs to take a few steps and
carry her out of the elevator.

“Are you all right, Miss Collins?”

God Almighty, even her voice sounds
gorgeous
!

Rita tried to answer the stunning woman
standing in front of her but it was impossible. She swallowed hard
and mumbled, “I’m fine”.

“Pleasure to finally meet you, Miss
Collins,” the woman offered her a perfectly manicured hand, which
Rita held out of good manners. Her brain shut down. “Mr. Ferguson
asked me to conduct your interview. I’ll do my best to put you at
ease.”

I doubt this golden goddess will succeed in
doing that.

“Thank you, miss...”

“Oh, silly me. Alexa Harris. Please call me
Alexa.”

She led Rita down an endless corridor until
they reached a wooden door. When she opened it, Rita stepped into a
spacious meeting room big enough for thirty people. There wasn’t
anyone there. Apparently, the whole floor was deserted.

“This is Mr. Ferguson’s private meeting
room. Actually, this is his private floor. Nobody will disturb us
here.”

Rita’s step faltered. She was unsure whether
she felt relieved or worried knowing she was alone with that woman.
She looked too perfect to be real. And definitely too attractive
for Rita’s peace of mind. Alexa’s phone buzzed and she smiled
broadly as she read the message.

“Mr. Ferguson will start the video
conference in a sec. Meanwhile, I need to take care of something
for him. Please make yourself comfortable. Be right back.”

* * * *

ALEXA

Alexa rushed out of the room before her
emotions betrayed her. In all the years she worked for James
Ferguson, never had she felt that way about a candidate. Granted,
Rita Collins was stunning; but there was an extra something about
her she couldn’t pinpoint. She entered James’s office without
knocking, which she never did. Alexa caught her boss up in a
compromising position. Literally. His other assistant, Harry, was
on his knees giving James Ferguson the longest blowjob ever, while
he gazed at the video wall behind Harry where a series of screens
formed a larger-than-life image of Miss Collins. She was obediently
waiting for Alexa next door. Rita had no clue James watched her
every move since she boarded his jet in Boston or that he lied
about San Francisco. It was part of the assessment, a way to throw
the candidate off guard. When she started masturbating on the limo,
he asked Alexa to summon Harry to take care of his hard-on. Now,
James closed his eyes and Alexa knew that expression all too well.
He was about to come. Years earlier, James became her first lover.
Although she never regretted the act all her following lovers were
women. She was gay before sleeping with James yet he ruined other
men for her. He was that fascinating.