Your Favorite Girl (YFG Series) (5 page)

I stood, shutting the case and dragging it off the tabletop.  It was surprisingly light.

I was in the foyer before I heard the clomp of their shoes on the marble, Ted no doubt stunned by the events and Mr. Moses spooked from following me upstairs alone again.

At the top of the steps, I glanced back and found them just now coming through the kitchen door. 
In the hallway and out of sight, I jogged to the master bedroom, where I took the Libido Drug from the case.  Removing the eyedropper, I squeezed one drop of the liquid onto my right thumb.  Sexual arousal immediately engulfed me, just as intensely as it had back at Your Favorite Girl, Inc.

The men's footsteps were growing louder and louder in the hallway.  I had to force myself to return the lid to the vial and stuff it in
the pocket of my robe.

I set the case next to the door just as Ted and Mr. Moses entered, Ted still shirtless and sweaty, as if prepped for this occasion. 
I wanted him badly.  Truthfully, I wanted them both at the same time.

"Mr. Moses," I said awkwardly, holding out the key.  "Wait until I tell you."

He nodded, took the key, and stood by the big black box set against the wall near the bathroom door.

"Open it now," Ted said.

I stepped up to him, gripped the seam of his shorts, and slipped my other hand inside, palm sliding down his midriff to his pelvis.  I grabbed his dick, placing my thumb on the head and squeezing.  His dick inflated instantly, like an airbag, and jutted itself out of the top of his shorts, rock-hard and jetting loads of semen at the front of my robe.

Ted was shaking and growling like someone trying to push through some severe constipation.  The sight of him made me laugh, despite my own mounting orgasm coming on more slowly.

"I love you."

He really said it.  Right before he tore my robe off, tackled me to the bed, stabbed his painfully swollen penis effortlessly inside me, and commenced goring my insides like churning butter.
  It felt so good I couldn't breathe.  He was kissing me so hard my airways were blocked.  His wet body pounded against mine and I squeezed his neck in a panic, wanting to breathe and not wanting to at the same time for fear it would disrupt the ecstasy.

I bit his tongue as hard as I could and his grip on my wrists tightened to the point that my hands began to tingle with pain.  He pulled away from me, eyes squinting, full of rage, and when I let go his head jerked back for the briefest of moments.

"Open it!"
I cried, trying to scream but producing only a whimper.  Then Ted was shoving his bleeding tongue back in my mouth and I couldn't resist.  Orgasms exploded inside me like fireworks, each more overwhelming than the last.

Then it stopped.

The air filled with a strong fragrance I recognized immediately.  Wildflowers, creek water, honeysuckle, cedar trees, ginseng, and the sweet, dripping nectar beading up on Flora Girl's small pink labia and dripping down her honey-colored thighs.

Ted climbed off me slowly, carefully, his eyes the size of golf balls.

I sat up as he turned, panting.  We both watched as Mr. Moses freed Flora Girl's wrists from the leather straps to which they were bound.  How he managed to restrain himself from attacking her, I couldn't fathom.

Flora Girl wore a white silk dress, which I quickly learned was only there for presentation.  As soon as her wrists were free, Mr. Moses grabbed a handful of the dress and ripped it away, leaving her completely naked, confused, and unmistakably aroused.

She stepped out of the black box and exhaled with delight, peering down at her tiny feet and wriggling her toes.  Then she slid a hand down her waist and between her legs, probably for the first time.  Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and titled her head back.  Then, in a soft, breathy cry, she whispered, "Please fuck me."

It was as if a switch had been flipped.  Ted lunged for her, his dick so rock-hard he might well have stabbed her in the stomach when their bodies impacted.

Before they even hit the floor, Mr. Moses was ushering me out of the room.  At first I didn't move.  I couldn't resist watching him penetrate her, his body shaking like a nervous poodle, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto Flora Girl's breasts, his ass cheeks clenched tight as he came over and over inside her.

Then he began to scream, and I understood why Mr. Moses wanted to leave.

"He'll do that for a while!" Mr. Moses called out over Ted's deafening shriek.

My ears ached.  My heart ached.  Jealousy and homesickness welling inside me.  A small part of me was jealous of Flora Girl, but I didn't really think of her as a person
—more of a machine.  Ted, though, was experiencing something the rest of us could only imagine.  In his voice were the tonal qualities of passion and adoration.  He loved her.  Instantly.  And not the kind of love he used to express to me just before coming in my mouth or the love I thought he had for Ellen—just invigorated lust mixed with the excitement of the new and strange.

This was something else.  Despite his tense, rippling muscles and
incessant howling, he caressed her cheek softly with his thumb.  She turned her head and took it in her mouth, sucking on it and moaning with such strain that it would be safe to assume she was having one long, endless orgasm that continued to intensify with no apparent upper limit.

Two big hands hooked me by my armpits and pulled me out the door.  Mr. Moses shut it behind him and the spell cast over me by Flora Girl dissipated
—somewhat, at least.

"I'll give them about twenty minutes," he said.  "Then they'll have to be separated."

"Why?"

"Too risky to spend much time with her." I followed him down the hallway.  "I've seen heart attacks, strokes, aneurysms, even a broken back," he explained.  "This one dude got his Favorite Girl bunched up against the headboard and he was bangin' her so hard he gave himself a concussion and her a skull fracture."

I glanced back toward the bedroom.  It sounded like a murder was taking place.  Suddenly I wanted to take back every decision I'd made that day.  What if Ted died?  Could I live with that?  Would I face criminal charges?  Was Your Favorite Girl, Inc. even a legal entity?

Certainly not.  This was prostitution.  No, worse: sex slavery.

I stopped.  "I don't want to do this."

Mr. Moses turned at the top of the staircase, putting a hand on the rail.  "I can do that," he said, "but not until we give them some time.  If I try to pry your husband away right now, things will get violent."

"How long before you can?"

"Twenty minutes," he repeated.

I took in a deep breath, exhaled slowly.  "Okay," I said.  "Would you like something to drink?"

He asked for orange juice and my mind returned to earlier when Ted told me about Ellen leaving for
Berkley, the bitterness and melancholy in his voice.  I thought about Ellen living in a college dorm, fucking her way across campus to the fraternities, throwing her chances of an education out the window.  If only I'd gone to college instead of marrying Ted.  Maybe I would be happy.

I directed
Mr. Moses to the den and when I returned he was sitting on the huge sectional sofa, an arm thrown up over the back and one leg stretched out.

"Thank you, lady," he said, downing the entire glass in three large gulps and handing it back to me.  I set it on the coffee table and then climbed onto the couch next to him.

"I changed my mind."

"About your husband?"

"Yes."

"So you'd like to continue as planned."

"Yes."

"Great.  We've got sixteen m
—"  He paused and looked down at himself.  Then his eyes moved up my body, stopping at my chest, where my cleavage showed through the loose-fitted bathrobe.  "Mrs. Reed, did you?"

I didn't answer.  Instead, I grasped the bulge in his pants again.  It pulsated in my grip
—or maybe I felt my own heartbeat in an artery in my palm, fascinated as I was by the length and girth of what I held.  Ted would be so jealous.

"You drugged me." 
Mr. Moses looked scared.  "Ma'am, you gotta let go.  You really do.  You gotta let go, ma'am!"

I didn't, and he made no effort to stop me.  He jizzed so hard in his pants I could hear it, three consecut
ive jets of sperm, seeping through his pants almost instantly to form a warm, wet stain.  When I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out, more sperm drizzled from the head like froth boiling over in a pot.  Yet he remained erect with no loss in turgidity.

As
I climbed into his lap, he slipped his slacks down below his knees, putting a hand around my back while he leaned forward.  I massaged my clit with the slippery head, then worked it down to part the lips.  Mr. Moses put his hands on my hips as my weight pushed his dick deeper and deeper inside me.

"Mrs. Reed," he said between breaths.

I let the robe slip off my shoulders and I grinded my pelvis into him.  His big, smooth hand slid up my side and over my breast, squeezing.

That's when things got crazy.

Mr. Moses slid his left arm around my lower back and pulled me against him.  Then he placed his right hand over my throat and bent the top half of my body backwards.  My back popped in several places, painful and relieving at the same time, and panic began to well inside me as I struggled to breathe, not only because of this forced posture but because of the sharp currents of pleasure as he licked my nipples.

The orgasm I experienced made me cry with joy and an insatiable craving for more.
  I lay against his dark chest, shaking, panting, sweat forming where our bare skin touched.

"Fourteen minutes, Mrs. Reed.  We have to stop.  It's too m
—it's getting too . . ."  He groaned, then again, louder.

Suddenly I was being flipped in midair.  I landed with my back on the sofa and Mr. Moses towering over me, parting me with his thumb and
index and guiding his cock into my hole.

Pressing my knees into my chest, h
e delivered long, deep thrusts that tossed me around on the soft sofa cushion for the next five minutes, our sweat and constant coming wetting the fabric.  My boobs ached from his groping and clawing and when he tickled my clit with his fingertips I screamed.

His dick slipped out and suddenly I wanted to be away from him.  I needed to catch my breath and my pelvis and hips ached.  I rolled over and tried to stand but Mr. Moses slammed me back down and pulled me to him.

Resisting only made me want it more.

"Eight minutes
," he said, hitches in his voice from the thrusting.  I wondered how he knew the exact time without looking at his watch.

"We have to stop," I cried.

"I'm
coming
," he said.

His mouth was wide open, so much that his jaw looked unhinged.  He started pumping faster.  I reached under my ass and massaged his balls, and when he climaxed, I squeezed them hard and kicked away, tumbling off the couch and hitting the floor on my stomach.

He caught my ankle as I scrambled away, but I managed to wiggle free and get to my feet.

Mr. Moses had dropped to the floor.  He sat on his shins jacking off at a frantic pace, staring me down.

"Get away," he said.  "I can't handle it."  He started to inch his way towards me, holding his penis like a lever.  It took me a moment to realize he was pulling his shoes and pants off.  "I'm gonna fuck you, Mrs. Reed.  You better run."

He brought one knee up and planted his bare foot on the floor.

I ran out of the den and through the kitchen to the foyer and into the hallway where I dove into a bathroom and slammed the door shut.  Mr. Moses hit the other side of the door just as I turned the lock.  The sound made me jump back.  If he hit it again, he might break through.

But he didn't.  After a few moments of complete silence, I heard the slap of his bare feet on the marble floor.

He was headed upstairs.

Shaking like a leaf, I unlocked the door and pulled it open slowly.  Sure enough, I could hear him climbing the steps.  What would happen if he made it to the bedroom?  Would Mr. Moses and Ted kill each other?

This was all my fault.  I had to do something.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, Mr. Moses was scuttling into the bedroom.

I ran as fast as I could, but not fast enough.  I heard the struggle before I made it through the door.  In the bedroom, I found my husband flying off the bed and Mr. Moses flipping Flora Girl over on her stomach and gripping one ass cheek to expose her anus.  He wiped his hand on her dripping pussy and used it to lubricate her ass.  Then he slowly worked his dick inside.  As he fucked her, she slipped a hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit, moaning in rising notes.

Ted was
stumbling to his feet.  I tried to intercept him, but despite his weakened state, he managed to push me away and climb onto the bed, where he tried to grapple with Mr. Moses.

Mr. Moses overpowered him easily, wrapping his meaty hands around Ted's throat and squeezing so hard I thought Ted's eyes were going to pop out of his head.  He slung Ted down over Flora Girl's back and simultaneously humped her ass and choked Ted to death.