Summer Hire Ch. 04

He smiled in agreement, "Ah, I see you've been there too, and also gotten that t-shirt."

"A drawer full of them... um, not that I sleep around a lot," she added, a bit embarrassed. "But it sure is hard finding a guy where the sex is great and he's actually fun to be around. Seems like I have to pick one or the other."

"I've been there too. Fortunately, I got a much better sense of which way was up one summer during college."

She saw a wistful expression flit across his face, "Oh do tell..."

He laughed, "Another time, perhaps. For now, let's just say it was an older woman and a wonderful summer."

"Do you keep in touch?"

"Another time," he repeated more guardedly. Then, with a lighter tone, he added, "Meanwhile, I should get dressed and we should head back." He pushed off the rock, standing in the middle of the creek.

She sat up and let her gaze drift over his naked, lean, well-muscled body. "Sure there isn't something I could do for you?"

He smiled, "Well now that you mention it... I'm feeling positively abashed at the disparity in our clothing." As he spoke, his accent had drifted toward the cadences of Wuthering Heights and his smile slid into a wolfish grin. "And you, you tawdry vixen, you are shamelessly overdressed. Clearly, you must be scheming to gain cowardly advantage over me by retaining those, those..." He stabbed in the air, gesturing at her bathing suit, "...those ill-conceived coverings. You shall pay a penance, I tell you."

Melissa hid her growing smile by ducking her head demurely and protesting, "Oh my, whatever do you mean to do with me sir? I protest that I am purely innocent, nay even virginal." Her assumed accent owed more to Gone with the Wind than the Yorkshire moors of nineteenth century England, but even so, the moment proved powerfully effective for both of them. Melissa was surprised by the moist heat pulsing between her legs. She could see his growing erection as well. She dropped her gaze so she wouldn't be too obviously staring at his generously sized penis. Looking down at her lap, she was surprised to see a thin dark vertical line of wetness forming against the blue nylon of her bathing suit, where it was stretched tight across her shaved mound. She blushed, realizing how easily he could see her arousal.

His wolfish grin became even more masterful as he walked around behind her, tracing the tip of his finger up her arm and across the back of her neck. Leaning in close behind her, he whispered, "Whatever shall we do with you? She felt a shiver run up her spine as he swept her hair off her back and over her shoulder. He bent down, brushing small kisses along the back of her neck as he undid the fastening holding the top of her bathing suit closed.

He pulled the loose ends forward and down. The bathing suit peeled away from her skin, following his downward stroke. Her breath caught as the fabric hung, caught for a moment on her nipples, before springing away to expose their erect tautness. He continued to slide her suit down past her waist. As he reached her hips, she pushed her hands down against the warm stone, arching back and lifting her bottom so he could continue. "So much," she thought to herself, "for slowing things down by wearing a one-piece bathing suit." She knew she was much too excited to even consider saying no at this point.

He slipped her bathing suit past her feet and turned to face her, his gaze sweeping slowly up her naked form. Continuing in a somewhat subdued English accent, he said simply, "So there you are. Flaunting your outrageous beauty."

Stepping back, he considered her carefully. She looked up, meeting his eyes as he seemed to drink her in. She was afraid of being self-conscious under such intent inspection, but his expression was so clearly delighted that all she felt was a sense of powerful desirability, without the myriad of self-doubts she usually felt about her body when men looked at her. Being the object of his arousal was intoxicating.

She found that her entire body thrummed with her arousal. She had never felt so beautiful before.

He asked, "What indeed could you do for me? Something, I am sure... On your knees."

She looked at him, puzzled. He replied to her unspoken question, "Come on. On your knees." Sure now that he was serious, she complied, shifting to her knees. He reached out to reshape her form. As he moved her into position, he continued talking, "Sit back a little bit, keep your back straight. Not on your toes, tuck your feet underneath. That's right; now sit back on your heels. Don't let your feet splay out; keep a nice clean line. There you go.

He inspected her approvingly, then continued, "Now cross your arms behind you. Hold the opposite elbow in your hands. That's right. Remember, keep your back straight. That's a little too arched. There, that's it. And tuck your head down a bit.

"So, that's perfect. That is how a submissive waits for her master."

Her pulse quickened at his words. She still felt uncertain about being a submissive, but she could not deny the throbbing ache of her clitoris. She was sure that her juices must be running down her thigh at this point.

"Now, when you are on display, raise your head up. Yes, arch your back so. Don't look at me; look straight ahead. No one exists. There is only you, on display, for others to marvel at. They can walk around you, discuss your finer points with each other, but they do not exist. Only the fire of your own arousal, your certainty of your own perfectly unattainable desirability.

"And now you kneel to receive. Move your knees apart. A little further. Lift off from your heels a bit. Not too much, just enough to give access to any part of you I may desire — to touch, to tease, to play with." Reaching down, he slipped a forefinger deep inside her, curling forward to press against her G-spot.

She gasped. Groaning quietly, she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation that was quickly driving her over the top.

"No," he commanded. "Stare straight ahead. Remember, you are not allowed to come until I tell you that you can."

"Uhhh..." She protested urgently, shifting her hips against the insistent pressure that was driving her quickly over the top.

"Don't move!" Then he added pressure from his thumb, which captured her clitoris between his thumb pressing down over the hood of her clitoris and his forefinger pressing firmly against her G-spot.

"Oh God! Oh God! Please, I need to come!" She tried as hard as she could not to squirm.

In response, he slid his middle finger inside to join his forefinger, but he subtilely slowed the stroking of her G-spot to hold her just on the precipice, rather than forcing her over. Once his middle finger was slick with her juices, he eased it back out and used it to caress the tight puckered outside of her anus.

"Oh, oh, please! Oh, oh!" She was not sure whether she was begging him to penetrate her rear, or if she was asking him not to. Her body, however, had already decided. The stiff ring of muscle encircling her anus softened, opening against the pressure of his finger. He slid his finger all the way in, twisting it gently back and forth, while also increasing the firm stroking of her G-spot and clitoris. She responded with an inarticulate, "Aieee..."

He said quietly, "Now you may come," as she began bucking hard against his hand.

Her body arced in tension as the pulses of her orgasm swept through her. He reduced his pressure, but continued gentle stimulation, which extended her orgasm until she finally collapsed forward. He carefully extracted his hand and stepped back to admire her slowly twitching form as she sprawled face down across the flat top of the boulder. Slowly, he drew his hand along her naked form, tracing the curve of her back down across her buttocks. She moaned incoherently in response.

He shook his head, "Normally I'd let you recover a bit, but I so horny at this point that I'm just going to take you and use you. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm going to last very long." He shifted her legs until she was slumped over the boulder, with her legs in the cool water up to mid thigh. He could see her bare labia, glistening with her juices. Stepping in behind her, he pushed in his penis all the way into her in one smooth motion, completely filling her.

The sudden fullness roused her from her post-orgasmic confusion. Her eyes flew open as her muscles clamped down around him. "Uhhhh..." she quavered, as he began pumping in and out. He reached beneath her and slipped his fingers against her clitoris. She jerked in electrical shock, gasping as she suddenly and unexpectedly felt another onrushing orgasm. She didn't think it could be possible, so soon after her powerful orgasm just a few moments before. She wondered if she had ever had such a powerful orgasm before, but then coherent thought faded away, swept aside by the onrush of her growing orgasm.

Erik was slamming frenetically into her, his testicles slapping against her, as his urgent need to spend himself into her overtook everything else. He sensed her nearing orgasm, however, and managed to hold off just long enough for her orgasm to grip her in a thrashing seismic release. At that point, he drove as deeply into her as he could and let himself come, his hot semen pulsing into her.

They vibrated together until he was finally spent. Then he leaned forward, bracing his arm against the boulder to keep from collapsing on her. After a minute, he caught his breath and eased out of her. He stepped back and lowered himself into the deeper water to cool off. She continued to lay against the smooth stone, absorbing its warmth while slowly coming back to reality.

He smiled, turning to wade over to the bank of the creek where their clothes waited. Her bathing suit was still balled up in his hand. Stepping out of the water, he stuffed her bathing suit in his pack and began to get dressed.

While he was lacing up his hiking boots, Melissa finally levered herself up from the boulder. "Hey , you're already dressed. No fair!"

He laughed, "But I like you naked."

She smiled, happy to still not be feeling self-conscious at this point. She stood up and felt a rush of wetness running down the inside of her thigh. Without thinking, she reached down and wiped it off. Looking at her now wet hand, she realized that it was her own juices, mixed with his semen. She looked around for somewhere to wipe off her hand.

Erik laughed again, then told her "You're supposed to lick it off."

She made a face, "Eww. Yuck."

"You don't do it for the taste."

"Yeah," she agreed, "then why?"

"Because it makes me horny, and that's what a sex slave does."

"Say what?"

"What you've got in your hand, that's what men do making love. We're guys. We can't have orgasm after orgasm like you can. That little bit of semen, it's the only thing we've got to show for all our effort. And we're hopelessly proud of it. Our foolish male fantasy is that you crave it, that you want our semen and delight in it. That you want to consume it, savor it. And you don't want any of it to go to waste."

He shook his head, smiling ruefully, "I know it's insanely adolescent, but face it, we're guys; we aren't very deep. And the truth is that we're pitifully easy to manipulate. All you have to do is convince us that your only motivation is to be a receptacle for our cum. Whether it is in your vagina, your ass, or your mouth, you can drive us to outrageous heights of ego-inspired craziness when we think you can't get enough of us."

He laughed, continuing, "So that's why it's such a powerful fantasy for us to cum on a beautiful woman's face, and then have her lick it all up."

Melissa looked quizzical and slightly disgusted. She was not certain she entirely trusted what he was saying.

"Look," he said, "the facial cum shot is an absolute staple of porn movies, right?" She nodded slowly.

He continued, "It's like a dog peeing on a bush to mark it. It's saying, 'look, see, this is mine.'"

"So now you want to pee on me!"

"Well, not right this second..." He laughed, "No, the point is that a man's semen is what he uniquely brings to the party. Our cum is ours. And yeah, it's how we mark what is ours in a very primitive sense. It's our fantasy that women find it irresistible." She smirked and he nodded in agreement. "Right, so it's not the tastiest treat in the world, but when a woman spits it out, like she can't stand it, that's a real turn-off for a guy. We feel put-down. It's almost like a slap across the face, rejecting what we foolishly believe to be the pinnacle of our sexuality. On the other hand, when a woman treats our cum as though it was precious wine, well then, we are absolute putty in her hands. That's porn actress 101."

He laughed, continuing, "It's like I said, men are shallow. With us, you don't need to look for deeper explanations when the obvious is right there."

He gestured casual dismal, and said, "But okay, the magic has gone out of the moment, go ahead and just wash it off. But remember, to be a good sex slave, you have to crave cum, because you know that it drives your master up the wall, and that's what you live for."

"Ah, yeah, about that sex slave thing..." Melissa's tone made it clear that she wasn't entirely convinced about the merits of being a sex slave or submissive.

He laughed again, "We can talk about that later. Meanwhile, I'm getting hungry. Let's go back and I'll make something for lunch."

"Okay, I'm hungry too." Melissa started to wade naked across the stream, then she stopped and looked at her hand, realizing that it way still coated in his semen and her own juices. Then she looked him directly in the eyes, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked it clean, staring at him and grinning the whole time. By the time she finished, a clear outline of his erect penis was visible through the fabric of his jeans.

She nodded at his crotch, "I guess it really works, huh?"

He nodded, "Oh you are trouble — wonderful and delicious, but absolutely trouble."

She laughed, walking through the creek toward him. When she got to the edge of the stream, she looked up at him, "You got that right!"

They laughed together, as he reached down to help her step up onto the bank.

He gathered her in his arms, tilted her head up, and kissed her deeply. Their tongues searched out each other's mouths as she sighed and leaned into him. She felt her nipples tighten, along with a renewed heat and wetness below. As she enjoyed his lingering kiss, she wondered if she was always going to be wet around him.

Pressed up against him, she could feel his insistent erection against her. She slid her hip across it and was rewarded by him letting out a deep, "Hmmm". She could feel the rumbling vibration of his sigh through his chest.

They finally broke away from their kiss. She asked, a little embarrassed, "Do you like the taste of yourself?"

"I love tasting both you and me, mixed together in your mouth." He breathed deeply through his nose, "And I love smelling me on your breath. It's the perfect perfume."

"It's just that 'dog marking his territory' thing, isn't it?"

"Yep. And that work's for me. I aways want you smelling that way."

"Wow, sounds like I'm going to have to spend a lot of my time on my knees, sucking you off."

He chuckled agreement, and then reached down to unzip his fly. "Well then, you better get started." He eased out his swollen penis as she knelt in front of him. Before she could take him into her mouth, however, he stepped back to look at her critically. She looked up at him, puzzled. He said, "Where's your form? Point your feet. The tops of your feet should be on the ground, not your toes. Knees together, back straight, sit on your ankles." She complied and he nodded, "That's better. Now where do your arms go?" She quickly put her arms behind her back, each hand grasping the opposite elbow. "There you go. Now hold your mouth open and your head up. I should be able to walk up to you and just slip inside your mouth."

"Yeah, but that thing's pretty big. Be careful with it."

"You worried about gagging?"

"Well sure, with something that big."

"Thanks, I think. Meanwhile, when you're kneeling like that, you're supposed to ask permission to talk."

"Yeah, right." She looked at his steady expression for a moment. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, but we'll get to that later too. For now, back straight. Mouth open."

Without further comment, she assumed the posture that he had directed. He continued to stare at her, making her feel vulnerable and exposed. She wasn't sure she liked the feeling, although the insistent throbbing between her legs told her that at least some part of her liked it. Based on the clenching feeling in her buttocks, she suspected that she liked it a lot.

As promised, he stepped up to her and slid his penis into her waiting mouth. He did indeed fill her mouth, but he was careful not to hit the back of her throat. She was unsure what she was supposed to do. Her mouth was dry from being open and now full from his penis. She moved her tongue over his shaft, trying to moisten everything.

He encouraged her, "Yes, that"s right. You can take the initiative in things like that. I don't want you just passive. In fact, you're supposed to be as inventive as you want and take risks. Being a good sub is a dance." He started to move in and out of her mouth. "A lot depends on the dom too. Some want total control, but I think that's a fool's errand. Of course, I'm sure they think I'm just lazy."

She had gotten his whole penis wet, at least the part that fit in her mouth. Now she was concentrating on sliding her tongue across the head as he slid it in and out. She also tightened her lips against his shaft as it moved, trying to squeeze against him. It felt strange not to be able to use her hands.

He grinned down at her. "Very good." Then he stopped pushing in and out, commanding her, "Now suck on it. Suck as hard as you can. Try to suck the cum right out of my balls."

She complied, creating as much suction as she could, although her tongue was rapidly getting tired.

He said, "Okay, now relax. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

His command seemed odd to her, but she was glad to rest her mouth. Sucking so hard on him had brought her tongue to the edge of cramping. She would have felt ridiculous if she had to stop because of a cramped tongue muscle. That would have probably ruined the mood, and she decided the mood was very... interesting. She was learning more about herself in a quick period of time than she would have thought possible. Her head felt as though it was spinning from so many torn up assumptions and new ideas.

Erik took his penis in his hand and began slapping his penis down on her tongue. It made a wet "thwap" every time it hit. The impact was gentle enough that it wasn't uncomfortable for her, but it was clearly exciting to him. She was surprised to discover that his reaction made her excited too. There was something about being commanded and used by him that made her feel aroused. In the past, when a guy wasn't paying attention to her and was only focused on his pleasure, she had always hated it. But this was different. Erik was very focused on her. She was the instrument of his pleasure. Even his arousal seemed to key off her own arousal from submitting. He made her feel valued and sexy, instead of objectified or taken for granted.

Erik slowed down and groaned in pleasure. "Okay, now I'm going to go deeper, but I'll take it slow. Take a full breath." He waited for her, and then carefully slid in until the head of his penis rested at the back of her mouth, just short of her gag reflex. "Now just relax and hold it there. When it feels okay, take it in just a little bit more."