He could not think of anything but her. Her tits, her ass, the way her tongue like an errant muscle curled around his cock and licked his balls in a fit of insane passion. The bird could fuck and suck better than any of his little Sunset Strip whores. And she was playing him for a fool and loving it.
But he loved it, too. Years and years of fawning women obeying his every perverted whim had taken its toll. Sex had started to bore him – maybe he had done everything, dozens – no hundreds - of times over, and nothing challenged him anymore.
Vanessa had changed his mind and gotten his cock perpetually hard again. One flash of her gleaming panther eyes made him feel like a 13-year-old schoolboy. She had only been gone for a few hours and already he was carefully, reverently rummaging through her closets, touching and smelling her lingerie and her leather bustiers, rubbing his cock with her cat o nine tails til he came.
His cell phone rang. He knew it was her. He barely disguised his eagerness when he heard her deliberately throaty voice.
“Are you being a good boy?”
“No, you’re not here to discipline me. You know I have no self-control.”
Vanessa laughed. “That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re so honest. You’re breathing heavy…did you just jerk off, baby?”
“When are you coming back. I miss you so much.” Michael swore he could smell her perfume over the phone.
“My sweet, horny slave, you have the busiest cock…umm, does that thing ever rest?” He could almost feel her rouge red lips pressed against the receiver. He imagined them on his cock. It got hard again.
“Listen to this,” she taunted. “Come here, Ariana. Do you have something for me?”
In the background, Michael heard Ariana’s high-pitched giggle and the creak of the mattress as she edged closer to Vanessa.
You look good baby dripping with oil just the way I like - what’s that in your hand…yes, slide it in.”
I wish you were here to see our new plaything. It’s a glass dildo, lilac and black glass – you must use it on me when I come home.” Vanessa’s voice exploded into moans of indecipherable pleasure. Then the phone disconnected.
For the next few days, Michael tried to get her out of his mind. He left the apartment and went to lunch with his manager as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and then he spent a few hours at his house rifling through bills, listening to tapes and calling a mate or two. Then he rang the housekeeper and told her to watch his place for a few days. When she arrived he left, feeling a tinge of regret at leaving Franco, his black Lab, and the only steady companion in his life, to the care of another person again.
He wanted to be there for Vanessa when she returned.
He heard her voice again on Friday morning, as soon as he woke up and picked up his messages. “I want you back in my bed by 5 o clock – if you’re not there already. Oh, and I’ll be alone. I sent Ariana home”
Michael’s entire demeanor changed once he heard her voice and carefully, reverently stepped into her apartment. After making sure her roommate hadn’t come home early, he took leave of reality. In a few hours, only he and his mistress would exist.
He wished he could stay in that world. He showered and rummaged through her closet. An open-breasted black leather teddy taunted him from its hiding place in the middle of her lace and satin nightgowns. Yeah, she’d look hot in that. Spanking him. Whipping him. Fucking him. The thought of it was too much to bear. He hung the leather outfit over the headboard of the bed and rubbed his cock over it.
“Is that your way of letting me know what you want me to wear?”
