He collapsed on me and I told him I couldn't breathe, so he moved to his side taking me with him. I placed my leg over his thigh. I loved the sensation of him melting in me. Then I heard him say 'I love you, Mercy'. My hand clutched the back of his neck. I was smiling inside and out; I had me a wonderful lover! We lay quietly.
"Mercy, it's time for serious discussion, again."
"Really, Bill? I'm not sure you know what the word means."
"What did you mean when you said I made you a horny, fallen woman?"
"Oh, Lord." She sighed and then was silent. She just stared at me, seconds ticking away. Finally, "Bill, when we met I told you I wasn't a virgin. I even described to you my relationship with Larry, my boyfriend. Not being a virgin and being experienced are worlds apart. You woke me up; you made me a woman, but it was tumultuous. You took me to places in those two days that I never dreamed of. Oh sure, I've read books but they're just words. What happened with you would probably not have happened with anyone my age."
"Ah, the age difference!"
"No, Bill...no...no. It was your life experience, your maturity. When you left me I shook for two days with need...wanting you. Then I hit the bottom of depression. Sleeping was impossible; I just lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Thoughts raced through my head but nothing connected.
When my roommate came to my door on Sunday night I pretended I was sleeping. In the morning I pulled myself out of bed. After I showered, I knew it was time to restart my life. I didn't know if or when I would see you again. Sounds deranged, huh?"
I couldn't speak. I couldn't look at her face.
"Bill?"
"Oh God, Mercy. I am an absolute fool. What have I done to you?"
"Nothing, Bill. I'm fine. I'm content...I love being with you! You just have to slow things down a little." He just stared at me "Wow, I've made the man speechless. You look like you could use some comforting. Here, suck on a nipple!"
She laughed until she couldn't catch her breath. I just sucked like a new born colt!
"Bill, can I ask you a question."
"What's that?"
"Uhm, how big are you, you know...your thermometer?"
"Mercy, I don't know. What do you think, I walk around with a tape measuring myself? Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was just wondering how deep I am. We fit together perfectly."
"Oh...well fully erect I'm 7 5/16ths inches...fully aroused just shy of ten! Does that solve your problem?" She giggled, rolled over and mumbled something into the pillow.
"What did you say?"
"I just said I felt you to my womb, not poking out of my navel."
"Well, you must be ten inches deep!"
"Yeah, right...say goodnight, big boy. I'm exhausted."
"Goodnight, Mercy and I really am sorry."
I awoke at 5:15 and slipped quietly out of bed. I shaved, showered and dressed. Coffee was brewing on the table at the window. The drapes were open...a glorious day!
"Good morning, milord! I smelled the coffee aroma...better than an alarm clock."
"And a very good morning to you, milady."
She rose from the bed...naked...rushed to me and hugged me. Well, I guess another parking ticket for Henry! She wiggled her bottom.
"Why, milady, I do believe you to be a wanton!"
"Uh huh."
"I'm leaving for the office, now."
"Uh huh."
I laughed...primarily to break the mood but also to restore order in my trousers. "Mercy, Henry will be out front at 10:00. You'll be visiting a salon on 57th Street for the works...hair, facial, manicure, massage..."
"Bill?"
"Oh, don't be silly. I treat all my new arrivals to New York this way." She laughed. "And this evening we're attending the Architect's Annual Presentation Gala at the Plaza."
"Bill, I have nothing to wear and besides..."
"So I've noticed!...Its been taken care of."
"Wait" and very sarcastically I added, "Am I your niece tonight?"
"No...you're the daughter of a very important client. Bruce doesn't have children."
"Oh, God. Will he be there?"
"No, he's out of town. I've got to run, see you at 5:30."
And the carousel continued to turn! I dressed...bra, panties, sneakers, my very best long pants and t-shirt and my Red Sox cap...the epitome of fine taste. I met Henry at 10:00 and he drove down 5th to 57th Street, passing the Metropolitan on the way. I told him I'd walk back. I wanted to spend some time at the museum.
Surprise! When I entered the salon, all the ladies were doing their best to copy my dress style; they failed miserably. My "attendant" informed me that there was nothing she could do to improve me. Why I just met my first "brownie" in New York!
She took a picture of my face on digital and seconds later, I viewed myself with different hair colors, style and cut. Three consultants looked at the pictures with me and made their recommendation; I agreed.
My heart was pounding as my beautiful blonde, ponytail length hair dropped to the floor. Three hours later, this pampered princess floated to the front desk. A young woman asked me to sign the statement. It was addressed to Pitt & Company in the amount of $650.00! Of course all gratuities were included she told me. Of course! Back home, the same treatment would cost $85.00, of course, tip extra.
I tucked my cap in my back pocket; probably wouldn't wear it ever again. I began my trek to the museum, men and women occasionally staring at me, but not my ass. Aha!
I moved from room to room, still floating, but this time, my elation was all due to the paintings. I knew I'd experience a collection of the world's greatest art in New York, but this was beyond words. There were tears in my eyes as I looked at one of Monet's Lily Pond at Arles...and there was a hand patting my ass cheek!
I turned and glared, knee at the ready...it was a woman! Well, this was New York; back home it was much more subtle. We moved in opposite directions.
I arrived back at the apartment at 4:30 and went to the bedroom. I stripped off all my clothes and opened the closet door to look in the full-length mirror. Who was this woman with open mouth staring at me? Short blonde hair to the nape, highlighted, cut to different lengths...a windblown look, skin that looked like silk, breasts high on my chest, nipples becoming erect. I touched them, worried them with my fingers and they responded. I brought my hand to my vagina and pushed one finger in. I was wet and hot!
I heard the elevator, grabbed one of Bill's robes and stood facing the entrance to the bedroom. My face was flushed. Bill appeared at the door. I opened the robe and let it slip to the floor. He stood there, his mouth gaping. Then he moved to me.
"No, don't touch me...I'm beautiful!....What's the opposite of modesty?...if you've got it, flaunt it!" I giggled.
Then I saw Henry at the doorway. I gasped...he gasped and he dropped the packages he was carrying.
"My apologies, Miss Maitland" and he disappeared.
Bill just stood there looking from head to toe and back.
I lowered my eyes and said, "This is where we left off this morning, milord."
He struggled for words and finally said, "No, Mercy, this is not where we left off this morning"...and he continued staring at me.
"What's in the boxes?" I saw a pair of deep blue, silk evening slippers on the floor. The other boxes were unopened. He picked up the largest box and handed it to me. I lifted the lid, more tissue paper and then..."Oh, my God!" A midnight blue, silk cocktail dress, strapless with fitted bodice and flared from the waist.
"Milady, I would have purchased glass slippers, but we're going to leave the ball long before midnight."
"Bill, I have never seen anything so lovely. I thought the color in New York was black... morning, noon and night."
"Mercy, tonight you will set the new standard."
"Milord, flattery will get you everywhere." I don't know how I got that out...my throat was tight. I held the dress to my body and looked in the mirror.
"Milady, we are definitely going to have to do something about your nipples!"
"What do you propose, milord?"
While Bill showered, I went through the other box; a garter belt and stockings. Oh well, a first time for everything, right?
Bill yelled from the bathroom, "I didn't realize it was so late; we've got an hour before Henry picks us up. Use another bathroom."
An hour later, I entered the master's bedroom. Oops, slip of the thought! Henry was dressed in a black tuxedo looking very dashing. He turned and looked at me...his mouth wide open.
Then he said, "Mercy, this is the second most beautiful vision I have ever seen. The first was you slipping out of my robe!" I giggled and blushed; I thought I was at least out of the giggling stage. "Also, milady, no sharp intakes of air. They're all mine and the top curve of your breasts is sufficient for the bourgeoisie. Oh, I almost forgot." He opened a wall safe and extracted a large, flat velvet box. It held a sapphire and diamond necklace and earrings. "They were my Mother's." He placed it on my neck and fastened the clasp. "On her, it was dramatic looking. On you, the stones pale in shame!"
"Bill, it's beautiful....Do you think it's a little too old for me?"
"In case you haven't noticed, Mercy, you look much older then twenty-one."
"Much older?"
He laughed. "When we have time, we'll get your...ears pierced."
"With a delivery like that, you certainly belong on Broadway."
As we approached the limo, Henry greeted us and said, "Miss Maitland, if you don't mind my saying, you are a vision only for the eyes of the Gods." There was no sign on his face of our earlier encounter.
"Why, Henry, you take my breath away!" Bill looked to see how much breath I had lost.
"Henry, I didn't think you had a romantic bone in your body."
"Begging your pardon, Mr. William. It only happens when the blood rushes from my head."
Bill responded 'Good man' and I wondered where the blood rushed to...Oh, God, I was beginning to think like him.
We entered one of the Plaza's ballrooms; there were at least 400 people in the room. Bill escorted me around the room, exchanging introductions followed by brief conversation. People stared at us...no, me; the men at my face, my boobs and my ass. No civility here!
I noticed Bill staring at a young woman and said, "Your eye does rove, Bill."
"Merci, look at that dress, that décolletage!"
"Milord, décolletage is too genteel a word. It's cut almost to her pubis. I bet she shaves her pubes!"
He laughed and said, "Why, Mercy, it's the latest in fashion." I chuckled.
"My father always said, 'When a man stops looking, he's either dead or should be!' Then he added, 'When the day's over, son, look homeward'!"
"Bill, that's so flattering," I said sarcastically.
"Milady, do I detect jealousy?"
We moved to the bar and Bill ordered champagne cocktails. I sensed someone at my back and then I heard...
"Hey, Snake, how are ya?"
I gasped, my stomach was in knots. Bill turned to his brother.
"Bruce, I didn't expect you tonight."
"Well, negotiations ended early, favorably I might add and I hopped an afternoon flight...and tell me, who is this lovely creature you're with? Have you been hiding her?"
Bill chuckled and said, "Bruce, this is Mercy Maitland, the daughter of one of our clients."
"Ah...my dear, it is indeed a pleasure!"
"Thank you, Mr. Pitt." I almost said 'milord'...one in the family was more than enough.
He smiled and his gaze moved from my face to my...neck!
"Bill, that looks like Mother's necklace."
"There is a marked resemblance, isn't there?"
He stared at Bill and then looked at me. I smiled sweetly; my heart was pounding in my throat.
Finally, Bill steered me to our table. My knees felt rubbery. Pitt people were all seated at different tables, as Bill explained, 'working the room'. Waiters started serving dinner. I told Bill I couldn't swallow. He suggested some deep breaths, though not too deep!
He was enjoying his dinner; I was pushing food around my plate. An hour later, they served dessert and coffee. I sipped coffee but I didn't dare try dessert even though I was beginning to feel a little better.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for this evening's presentation, so sit back, relax, and I'm sure you'll enjoy this!"
The ballroom lights were lowered to a faint glimmer and a projection screen appeared, dropping from the ceiling. Slide after slide flashed on the screen. There were all types of structures from places across the globe; some grotesque, some so-so, others magnificent.
Bill moved his hand across my back and clasped my shoulder. He moved his mouth to my ear but didn't say anything; his tongue was in my ear. I shifted my gaze to him. Then I felt his hand on my knee, his fingers moving slowly up my silk-covered thigh.
I glared at him and whispered, with venom in my voice, "Don't you dare, Mr. Pitt!"
Oh, shit, she is really pissed; she's never called me Mr. Pitt before...well, there's a first time for everything!
His fingers slowly continued up my thigh. I attempted to rise but his hand on my shoulder held me firmly in place. His fingers passed the top of my stocking to bare skin and continued up. He knew I wasn't about to make a scene, besides, my nipples were very swollen and I felt light-headed. I couldn't risk standing.
And then I understood French knickers! They weren't for my comfort; they were for his 'travels'. Fingers touched my labia and moved around...up, down, sideways. He stared at me. I saw the picture in his eyes, 'Look Mom, no hair!'
He grinned at me; his eyes were shining in the dark. He cupped my mons and slid two fingers into me...I was sopping. I moved my napkin from my lap and navigated it up my thighs and under my bottom. He probably didn't care but I wasn't about to stain this dress. He worked his fingers in and out, at one point, so deeply that I gasped. I was biting my tongue; I tasted blood. He continued to run his fingers over my lips, pushing and pulsing outside the lips. Two fingers patted the soft, swollen tissue below my vagina.
His thumb moved to my button, fingers inside beating a drum tattoo on my G-spot! I moved my fist to my mouth as I climaxed and bit down hard.
I moaned, "Oh, Goddddd!"
The elderly gentleman to my left, heard me, leaned over, finger pointing to the screen and said, "A touch of genius, isn't it?"
I bit down harder on my fist. Bill started choking...to cover what, I'm sure, would have been roaring laughter.
We managed to escape the Plaza without running into Bruce.
Back in the apartment, he helped me with my dress and I tore off his tux. Minutes later, he was deeply buried in me and I was moaning and thrashing. The phone rang...Bill hit the intercom button and mine.
"Hello."
"Snake, where did you find that luscious peach? I haven't stopped salivating."
"Christ, Bruce, are you going through your "changes"? I told you, her father is a VP with a client. She's studying art in the City."
"Yeah, right! Bill, I think you're the one experiencing mid-life crisis and you know what?...I think you're schtupping her."
"Goodnight, Bruce."
"So, what do you think of that, milord?...and will you please continue schtupping me...whatever that means...harder...deeper...and please don't use the Lord's name in vain. Oh, Goddddd!"
Over the next several months, we somehow managed to remain undercover or, I should say, under covers. Late one evening, in bed, Bill was reading a report and I was writing a paper on the Impressionists.
He dropped his papers to the floor and said, "Milady, I think it's time to check your temperature. Now where did I put that thermometer?" I laughed. He flipped me on to my tummy and raised me to my knees. "I think anal...one gets a much better reading!"
"Billlll?"
"My dear, arch your back...proper presentation is so important!"
"The only presentation you're going to get is my fist....Ohhhh."
His tongue was actively at work covering a full four inches...from my "boat man" to my ass hole...his serpent was attacking...oh, shit, I can't get snakes out of my head! A minute later, I was perking nicely; actually, it was a lava flow! Oh, no, my period is due...today or tomorrow?
'One little piggy went to market, one little piggy stayed home'...where did that come from? Oh, I know. The big, bad wolf was banging at the back door and he already had two fingers in!
He reached across the bed and picked up a large tube of K-...something. I hoped it was lubricant...yes, absolutely. He was squeezing it on his fingers and working it in. He was also putting gobs on his pole. He's so thoughtful.
He spread my gorgeous cheeks and...the head was in. That was easy! He didn't move. A minute later, he still hadn't moved.
"Uh, Bill, are you asleep?"
"No, milady, just waiting for total relaxation."
"Hmmmm."
"I do understand you're a novice, pet, but when I was in the fifth form receiving my nightly dose..."
"Will you just shut up...and fuck me!"
"With pleasure, milady."
He moved an inch, then another and then we came to a screeching halt; I was doing the screeching! He was thicker below the head. He withdrew and moved the opening of the lube tube to my opening and then I felt it oozing up my ass.
"Bill, you're not packing a gear box!"
"I forgot, you're a farmer's daughter, right?"
"I'm not so sure about this, Bill"
"Mercy, just relax your ass muscles; you'll love it."
And I did! His fingers worked the sphincter until I could sense the opening was enlarged. He, then, penetrated me slowly and, finally, I felt him to the root, his ball sac lying on my naked slit. He touched every membrane in my ass. He moved his fingers over my cheeks. I was quivering, spinning...
"Your ass is so soft and round. You're making me harder."
I moved my hand to my button. He took my hips and moved slowly, in and out. He was rotating his ass. I was moaning, then screaming, then bang...I came. He continued to pump me and then I felt him come...shooting far up my ass. Every muscle in my ass was contracting and relaxing, over and over again. He didn't soften. He continued to fuck me. I felt a second coming building...
On a Sunday morning, early in November, I was licking his cheek, kissing his lips and moving my hand gently and slowly up and down his shaft. I noticed he was smiling. Then his eyes popped open. He started to rise, but he found himself spread-eagled...each limb tied to a bedpost.
"Huh?...Mercy, untie me!"
"It's payback time, milord."
"What?"
"Milord, I am deeply offended...you've forgotten!"
"Mercy, you don't know what you're doing."
"Why, milord, you surprise me! I've been studying the Internet...wonderful invention and I've been practicing with a banana...only mangled two of them!"
"Oh, God."
"Just relax, you'll love it! Sound familiar...but then you won't be able to relax everything, will you?"
"I'll get you for this."
"Say what, mistah? You got me already. I suppose Mistress will just have to add ten minutes for your lack of respect!"
A nervous laugh.
I went back to work...taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks and popped him out. Six more of these and he was expanding nicely. I ran my tongue from his root to the head and back down the other side. Oh, yeah, coming right along. He was taking deep breaths.
I took him in my mouth...three, four, five inches. Pay attention, girl! Now remember, breathe through the nose, relax your throat muscles...six. I gagged, backed off and down again.
"Mercy, you're killing me!"
Imitating Groucho Marx' voice, I said, "Say the magic 'woid' and collect One Hundred Dollars. Oops, money means nothing to you...Say the magic 'woid' and reach King-Dong Come!...Sorry, that ain't the magic 'woid'."
OK, back to work. I sucked his scrotum; I couldn't find two balls! Nah, couldn't be. Up his cock, back in my mouth and down...now deep breath...I got to hair...Son of a B...I got that sucka!
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