Models: Alexis Tae & Mickey Mod
Ace couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a truly lazy day.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t enjoy them. In fact, given his disposition the opportunity to push aside his worries and forget the rest of the world was better than a week of therapy. Yet Ace had never been able to let go as easily as his friends.
His mind was a constant whir of activity, his thoughts an endless freight train rattling by at high speed. A potent cocktail of social anxiety and general nervousness ensured that if he wasn’t concerned about whether or not he was being perceived negatively by others in the present, he was fixated on how to make sure not to be perceived negatively by others in the future. And of course, on the rare days neither of those issues were on his mind then he was busy dwelling on all the things he had said and done in the past instead.
But today was not one of those days. Ever since they had arrived at Fantasy Manor Ace had felt the weight of worry slowly easing from his shoulders, and by the time he had woken up this morning it had felt as though all his anxieties had been left in the forest, barred from following him onto the grounds by some unseen hand.
Ace had no doubt that sharing a room with Mike was helping in its own way. Nobody in the group understood him like Mike did, and Ace was sure that without their friendship he would have left the group long ago. Ace had been nervous that Mike would want to bunk with somebody else, leaving Ace to go it alone – or worse, to share with a different member of the group. But that worry had been unfounded: after picking a room Mike had thrown his bags next to Ace’s without question, and since their room was on the smaller side they had no need to worry about anybody crashing with them.
Still, whether it was Mike or the manor, whatever power was keeping his nerves at bay Ace was quite happy to take advantage of it.
With half the group off on their hike and the rest no doubt sleeping off last night’s drink, Ace and Mike had spent the day taking a well-earned break. Chatting, playing card games, watching random online videos on Mike’s laptop – just two friends enjoying one another’s company. They’d cracked open their first beer around noon, though Mike had only packed a handful in his luggage and as the afternoon drew late he’d headed to the kitchen to see if he could find some more, leaving Ace alone in their room. Having worked through their own snacks throughout the day it was the first time either of them had left the room and the space felt strangely empty without Mike in it.
Ace flopped down onto the bed with a contented sigh. He knew he couldn’t expect the rest of the week to go so smoothly. Sooner or later they’d be expected to socialise, at which point he had no doubt his nerves would return.
When he closed his eyes a familiar thought surfaced: I wish I could just let go.
As if in response, Ace’s fingers brushed against something soft.
His hand had slipped down the back of the pillow and it took him a second to realise he wasn’t touching the mattress beneath. Instead there was something beneath the pillow itself. Clasping it, he withdrew his hand and was surprised to find elegant golden lingerie dangling from his fingers.
The sheer lace panties bore a floral pattern, whisper-thin mesh connecting the denser petals. The bra, meanwhile, was of a less intricate design, composed of simple gold panels and straps that bore a matt sheen. Nevertheless, the combined set bore an aura of refined seduction – a suggestion that the owner understood how to toe the line between sluttiness and sensuality.
This time the thought that sprang into Ace’s mind was much less expected: I could try them on.
A small part of Ace knew how weird the thought was. It wasn’t as though he had ever taken any interest in feminine clothes before, and the closest he had ever come to crossdressing was doing a gender-bent cosplay of his favourite female superhero a few years back. Yet for reasons he couldn’t explain he found himself entranced by the lingerie, as though their touch alone was seeping some seductive influence into his psyche.
Though at first he tried to ignore the urge, the longer Ace held them the more it grew.
Just for a moment, he thought. Mike hasn’t been gone that long – I could easily try them on and be changed again before he gets back. He’d never know. It couldn’t hurt. Just for a minute or two…
It took Ace several seconds to realise he was naked. He couldn’t quite recall stripping at first, but then the memory wreathed into shape as if formed specifically to soothe his confusion: yes, I stripped so I could try these on without stretching them over my clothes. I put my clothes down next to me and…
Glancing down, he found the bed empty. But once again a fresh memory surfaced to explain the absence of his old clothes: no, I remember now, I put them in the bathroom – that way if I hear Mike coming back, I can run in there and pretend I’ve been showering. Content with this explanation, Ace didn’t feel the need to look into the adjacent ensuite. If he had, he would have found his clothes weren’t there either – then again, the manor would have simply provided a new memory to reason that away too.
By now Ace’s thoughts were as distant and indistinct as mountain silhouettes at dawn. As such, he made no attempt at all to resist the call of the lingerie and instead wore a blissful smile as he slipped them on.
While the fit was far from perfect, perfect was nonetheless the only way to describe the way the underwear made him feel. The lace panties felt like the gentlest of kisses over the skin of his hips, ass and crotch. As for the bra, its touch infused the muscles of his torso with the same tingling sensitivity as the caress of a lover.
Basking in their pleasant embrace, Ace felt an erotic warmth begin to swell in his core. Slowly but surely, tendrils of heat reached out to his hips and chest as if drawn by the lingerie, coalescing and intensifying as they did so. Then they began to spread. Creeping down his limbs, swirling through his abdomen, blossoming up his neck and across his face they soon had him fully engulfed, like ivy over a crumbling ruin.
Even as he sank to the bed, Ace could feel their roots probing through the masonry of his psyche. Could feel the mortar failing, the walls buckling.
Peering down, he noticed his feet were no longer bare but instead held in the embrace of a pair of tan stilettos.
I don’t remember putting those on, he thought even as the memory of doing just that took shape.
But this time the memory didn’t belong to Ace, and when it played through his mind it was accompanied by a soft, feminine voice: I remember now. I put them on as a surprise for my man – I know how much he loves seeing me in heels.
That thought was the final blow that bought Ace’s consciousness crashing down. When the dust cleared, there was only Alexis.
Sprawled out on her front amongst the cushions and bedsheets, Alexis felt nothing as her body started to transform. Unfurling outwards from the lingerie, the manor’s magic meticulously reformed her physique to truly reflect the sultry seductress that had taken Ace’s place – yet even as her former body was washed away on a tide of inexorable femininity, Alexis was focused on one thing alone.
‘I hope you’re ready to play when you get back, baby,’ she purred, eyes fixed on the bedroom door. ‘Because I want to be your toy all night long.’ Hooking a heel into her panties she pulled them playfully, anticipation building as she waited for her lover to return…
The manor was quiet as Mike made his way back to the room.
Admittedly he found that a bit odd. After all, though plenty of the group were still out hiking many others had stayed behind, yet if he hadn’t known better he would have assumed the place was deserted. Sure, he’d heard a few rather intimate sounds drifting through the halls, but he knew the jocks of the group well enough to guess where they were coming from.
Lucky bastards, he thought as he marched along the dim corridor, beers in hand.
Still, Mike wasn’t about to complain. Though far more at ease amongst the group than Ace, prolonged periods surrounded by the web of relationships they all shared – a tangle of crushes and couples and exes and everything in between – could be undeniably draining at times. He far preferred chilling with Ace to navigating that minefield, especially when his status as one of the more handsome members of the group often resulted in him trying to ignore the lustful stares of some of the girls.
Unlike some of the other guys, Mike wasn’t the type to engage in passing flings. At the same time, his calm exterior masked an inner anxiety. Ever since separating from his ex he’d struggled to push aside the worry that perhaps he wasn’t built for a relationship; perhaps he couldn’t provide the things a partner would ask of him. He knew that half the girls in the group would leap at the chance to date him, but if it could all come crumbling down like before then did he dare risk exposing his heart again?
Mike took a long gulp of his beer. As it turned out, Fantasy Manor stocked its own brand of booze. While raiding the kitchen he had found beer cans packed five deep in the fridge, wine racks stuffed with expensive-looking bottles, and an entire cabinet of spirits each engraved with the manor’s logo.
Relieving the fridge of half a dozen beers, he had cracked one open before heading back.
The corridor was a patchwork of sunshine and shadow. Though dusk was still a few hours away, the sun was in that late-afternoon-not-quite-evening phase and the golden rays that had bathed the hall earlier were slowly dwindling. As a result, while the tall windows still allowed light to flood in, the stretches in between were populated only by silhouettes.
And if anybody had been watching from the end of the corridor, they would have realised that something strange was happening to Mike’s.
It wasn’t surprising given his height and proportions that Mike had been the star player of his university basketball team, but now those proportions were starting to change. Inch by inch he was growing shorter, his loftiness reducing as if he was walking through quicksand and slowly being pulled down. At the same time his shadowy limbs contracted to match his new proportions, beers still clanking in hands noticeably smaller than they had been moments earlier.
When Mike emerged into a patch of light, he was only a partially different man. Beyond the sudden absence of half a foot in height there was nothing else to suggest anything amiss. What was more, Mike didn’t seem to have noticed any problem either, instead taking another drink as he passed into the next stretch of darkness.
This time the shifting of his silhouette was much more subtle. Even so, there was no doubt that his outline continued to reshape: a slight widening of the shoulders, a minor pinching around the waist, a faint expansion around the face and jaw. The sharp edges of his flat-top softened down to lie evenly across his scalp, while his previously loping stride transitioned to incorporate an edge of sophisticated swagger.
The next window illuminated a very different man indeed. This new figure was older by over a decade, the handsome edge to his features hewn as much by time as genetics and the initial flecks of grey in his trimmed beard suggesting he straddled the line between his thirties and forties. Broader and more compact than before he was nonetheless well-built, his vest-top and shorts allowing the sun to play over distinctive muscles sliding beneath dark skin. His eyes brimmed with sensual experience, though there was also a hardened glint to his gaze too. Together they evoked the shine of obsidian: beautiful yet dangerous in equal measure.
Though oblivious to his transformation Mike’s psyche still remained intact. But the manor saw to that as he downed the last of his beer and plunged into shadow once more.
Yet again the lines of his silhouette were shifting, however this time the movement was nothing to do with his actual physique. Instead they were the result of his reforming outfit. Sleeves sprouted from the straps of his vest top; the hems of his shorts descended to his ankles; a collar rose to encircle his neck; even the sound of his footsteps changed as the thud of trainers gave way to the soft squeak of polished patent shoes. Even in shadow the new man cut a sophisticated figure, an impression only deepened by the bottle of wine and two fluted glasses that had replaced the beers in his grasp.
By the time he arrived outside the bedroom door, it was clear that Mike was long gone. The man who had taken his place was suave, slick, and carried himself with the kind of beguiling confidence usually only displayed by film stars, vampires in erotica novels, or demons with a taste for the finer sins in life.
In his pressed trousers, crisp white shirt and expensive shoes, Mickey was undeniably overdressed for the corridors of Fantasy Manor. But it wasn’t the manor he had dressed for. His inspiration had a much more discerning eye – and he’d learned from experience that she couldn’t resist a sharp-dressed man.
That being said, as Mickey slipped quietly into the bedroom, he was faced with a stark reminder that he wasn’t the only one who knew how to push his lover’s buttons.
Alexis had rarely looked sexier than she did then. With the lace of her panties hugging the curve of her sumptuous behind, the dark waves of her hair contrasting with her light-brown skin, and the dimming sun highlighting her nubile figure in equal tones shade and light, she was somehow even more flawless than usual. He drank in every detail of her beauty right down to the gentle depression descending her spine as she twisted to face him.
‘Oh, hey baby,’ she said, peering over her shoulder. ‘I didn’t realise you’d be back so soon. I was just getting dressed.’
A cursory glance around the room was enough to disprove Alexis’s lie. When he had left she’d been naked in bed, and Mickey knew her lingerie was in the walk-in wardrobe yet there were no other garments spread on the bed ready to be worn. As if that wasn’t evidence enough, she was already gently rubbing her slit through her underwear with one hand, while the other was softly spreading her ass for him to admire.
Still, Mickey decided to play along with her little act.
‘Is that so? If you ask me you look perfect already. But please, don’t let me stop you. Here, let me pour you a drink while you figure out what to wear.’
Decanting a healthy measure of twinkling rosé into one glass, he set the bottle and the other glass on the nearby vanity before joining her at the foot of the bed.
‘Thank you, baby,’ she said, rising to her tiptoes for a kiss. In doing so, she upended the glass and spilled the contents all down the front of his shirt. A pale pink patch rapidly blossomed through the material. Parting lips, she met his gaze. ‘Oops,’ she said, without the faintest hint of remorse in either her tone or face.
Forcing an exasperated sigh, Mickey raised an eyebrow. ‘You know I’m going to have to get a new shirt now.’
The ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of Alexis’s lips. ‘I’m sorry, baby. Let me help you out of this one, then I’ll go get you another.’
Before Mickey could respond, her agile fingers were deftly undoing his buttons. In a matter of seconds his shirt was open down to the navel exposing his damp chest, droplets of wine shimmering like gems in the dark crops of his chest hair and speckling his bare skin. Her body was close enough that her breath warmed his chest and he could hear the shifting of her hair as she titled her head slightly to the side.
When she spoke her voice was softer than a summer cloud. ‘Now I think about it, maybe we don’t need to replace your shirt. I think I might prefer you without it.’ A single finger traced the curve of his pec, sending shivers through his flesh.
Every fibre in Mickey’s body itched to act on the lustful hunger burning in his blood. He wanted nothing more than to throw Alexis onto the bed and ravage her perfect body until she screamed – as far as he was concerned, her erotic shrieks were sweeter than the finest symphony.
Nevertheless, he ignored his urges. Age and experience had taught him that there was a time for restraint and a time for release, and understanding the difference was what separated the boys from the men. The bond they shared was an endless dance backed by tunes of lust, and for now the music was gentle. Yet each charged glance was a new string added to the chorus, each brushing touch a subtle increase to the tempo. He had spent enough time in Alexis’s arms to know that when the climax came it would be incredible. Until then they would dance as they always did, following wherever the melody led them.
‘In that case I suppose I should defer to your superior fashion knowledge,’ Mickey said, once again fighting the instinct to kiss her as she leaned in closer. Her hands slid into his shirt, simultaneously untucking it and blossoming warmth across his skin as they snaked around his back.
‘I wonder,’ he said after Alexis had cast his shirt to the floor, ‘if you might look better a little more exposed too. I certainly recall thinking how beautiful you looked last night, and you didn’t have this on at the time,’ he added, running a thumb over the cup of her bra. ‘I believe it was around the point where you were riding me like your life depended on it – do you remember, gorgeous?’
As he’d anticipated, the mention of last night’s passion stirred a change in Alexis. Biting her lip to stifle a moan she took the unsteadily deep breath of a woman suddenly flooded with arousal, pressing herself closer as though even the few centimetres between them were too much to bear.
Mickey allowed himself a satisfied smile: though Alexis was a truly sensual dancer she was still new to the routine. The steps were less familiar to her, and for an experienced partner like him it was easy to prompt a trip.
Then again, Alexis didn’t much care. In fact, rather than gloss over her stumble, she opted instead to double-down and allow lust to guide her steps.
‘Oh just shut up and fuck me,’ she hissed. Then she had driven herself against him so hard they both collapsed onto the bed in a bundle of limbs.
Alexis’s lapse of control immediately cost her.
Before they even landed Mickey pivoted around to ensure she hit the bedsheets first. In the same motion he raised one hand to her bust, drawing a soft groan from her lips. In truth his intention was purely to pin her to the bed, though as she strained against his hold Alexis inadvertently caused the cups of her bra to ride up just high enough to expose her nipples. Knowing how sensitive her supple tits were, he allowed himself a devious smirk as he ran a thumb over her nearest nipple and was rewarded with another shallow moan.
But groping her wasn’t Mickey’s goal. Knowing that the moment he released her she would immediately drag him down into her passionate embrace, he prepared to transition quickly from one erogenous zone to another. Only when he was sure she was distracted did he spring into action: removing his hand from her bosom, he dropped it to her crotch, deftly flicked aside her panties and sank two fingers knuckle-deep into her glistening wet sex.
Even in the heartbeat between being released and invaded Alexis had closed most of the distance between them. Like a jack from a box she sprang up, her slender fingers clasping Mickey’s cheek and her lips coming within a whisper of his.
Yet before she could reach her prize, the pleasure of penetration froze her dead. Her mouth half-open, her muscles twitching and her eyes flooded with arousal, she looked almost as if she were stuck in the shuddering image of a paused VHS tape: not quite still yet nonetheless unable to move.
‘What’s the matter, princess?’ Mickey smiled, his lips close enough that they brushed against hers as he spoke. ‘I’m just doing what you asked. After all, you never specified how you wanted me to fuck you. Besides, I thought you would’ve learned by now that I have to make sure you’re nice and wet before I fuck you for real, don’t I?’
Refusing to kiss her, he chuckled with sordid satisfaction as he began to pump his fingers between her folds.
Though they had only arrived yesterday, it was clear that their time at Fantasy Manor was going to be a blur of erotic indulgence from start to finish. Last night had seen them collapse into bed almost as soon as they dropped their bags, and if she was honest Alexis couldn’t actually remember most of it – just flashes of sex and sin and sensuality as elusive as they were arousing. Nevertheless, the pleasure of the night still lingered, whispering temptations which she was more than happy to follow deeper into a state of shameless lust.
Then again, it was hardly surprising that they were eager to let loose. Fantasy Manor was a bubble – a little pocket universe where their passion for one another was the only thing that mattered.
Beyond the manor grounds things were more complicated. Not only had Alexis’s devoutly religious family disowned her for dating an unreligious man, but with more than fifteen years between them they were often the subject of disapproving glances when displaying their affection out in public. And that wasn’t even considering the troubles they had endured at work: until recently Mickey had been a manager at a prolific PR firm, while Alexis had been an intern at the company. Needless to say, once their relationship came to light they had both found themselves abruptly unemployed.
Yet despite the difficulties their bond had endured. The very idea of separating was utterly unthinkable for either of them. For his part, Mickey had more than enough experience to know when he had found his perfect woman, while Alexis had never felt more wanted, more loved, more adored than she did in his embrace. Besides, they both knew their attraction was far more than just surface deep. They understood one another on a spiritual level, their souls woven together more closely with every passing day. For Alexis, losing Mickey would be like losing half of herself and she simply could not fathom going back to a life without him in it.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that the sex was phenomenal. Alexis had never met any man capable of playing her body with such effortless ease and by now she was hopelessly addicted to his touch, his body, his everything.
Still, that wasn’t to say she was subservient to her man. Quite the opposite, in fact. Having spent so much time making love together, Alexis had inevitably honed a few skills of her own – including the ability to exploit Mickey’s desires for her own erotic gain.
‘Why are you holding back, baby?’ she breathed. ‘Last night you were eating me out before we even made it to the bed.’ She gave a teasing giggle. ‘What’s wrong, did I tire you out, old man?’
A shadow washed over Mickey’s expression, his lips curling into a dangerous grin. ‘So that’s how you want to play it, is it? Suit yourself, slut.’
Slut. The word sent a quiver of anticipation up Alexis’s spine: usually calm and controlled, once Mickey started branding her with degrading titles that was a bridge from the slow melody of foreplay to the swift strain of more sordid things.
Alexis did not resist when Mickey’s broad palm pressed her down amongst the cushions, opting instead to peer up at him with big, innocent eyes as if she didn’t already know what was coming. She feigned faux surprise as he sank lower until he lay prone with his head between her thighs. Then, as his hands slipped beneath her thighs to cup her flanks and his head bowed to feast on her sex, Alexis closed her eyes and welcomed the rushing pleasure of his lips on hers.
Without really thinking Alexis rested one hand on Mickey’s head, guiding him gently while softly rolling her hips in time with the strokes of his tongue.
Unlike younger men, Mickey had never tried to either minimise or inflate his body count. Alexis knew that she was only the latest in a long line of lovers, yet Mickey’s honesty had never inspired jealousy within her. On the contrary, the thought that his face had once nestled between other thighs, licking other pussies actually infused her with a thrill of delight; because despite all those lovers, deep down Mickey had always been looking for somebody else. For the soulmate those women could never be. For her.
In the end, each past suitor had taught Mickey a new step in the dance – but it was only with her that he could finally perform the full routine.
However, despite his experience, Mickey was sometimes hopelessly easy to manipulate. And never was that easier than when he was eating her out.
‘Mmmh, yes, that’s it,’ she purred encouragingly, caressing his head gently. ‘Don’t stop, baby. You never have to stop. My pretty pussy is all yours, always, you just have to take it. Just let go and be mine. That’s my good boy.’
Alexis’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she watched the muscles of Mickey’s shoulders tense. There was no doubt that he was the more dominant half of their relationship, but every top has weaknesses, and for Mickey being addressed by submissive pet names simultaneously supercharged his arousal and drove him to earn those titles with ever more sensual service.
As a result, with those two words Alexis successfully softened him into obedience. While he had planned to teach her a lesson for teasing him, instead he found himself hungrily suckling on her cunt with the sole goal of satisfying his beau.
As rational thought steadily deserted him, he remained lucid just long enough to realise this was the reason he loved her so much: she was the only woman he had ever met who could play with his mind just as easily as he could play with hers. Their equality in the bedroom was a turn-on all of its own.
But then even that thought went dancing away and the need to earn her praise eclipsed all else.
With his cunnilingus skills on full display, it was not long before Mickey had Alexis writhing. Her limbs twitching, her back arching and her head pitching left and right as she struggled to catch her breath between gasps, the only body part not in motion was her crotch, which Mickey kept pinned firmly in position so he could feast.
‘More,’ Alexis whined eventually. ‘I need more. I need your cock, baby. Please, fuck me, I can’t wait any longer.’
Too horny to devise a sordid quip in response, Mickey simply pulled away and moved to fulfil her desires. With Alexis’s pussy nectar painting his lower face, he nimbly relieved her of her underwear with one hand while using the other to slip off the remainder of his own outfit. Once stripped, he then shifted into position behind her.
Their united moan flitted around the room like a lilting songbird.
‘Fuck, you’re so perfect,’ Mickey breathed, closing one hand around her nape and the other over her shoulder to keep her still as he drove in deeper. ‘I shouldn’t have called you a slut, not when you’re really a goddess.’
Alexis’s eyes were still closed. She liked it better that way – it meant the only thing she had to focus on was the erotic euphoria of her stud’s thick rod stretching her sex. But that didn’t stop the small smile twitching at her parted lips.
‘Oh no, baby. You were right. I am a slut – but only for you. And I need you to fuck me like one.’
Mickey’s reply was soft and seductive in her ear. ‘All you had to do was ask,’ he breathed.
From then on, Alexis tumbled into bliss.
With the masterful skill of a truly seasoned amour, Mickey toed the line between rough and romantic as if it were the easiest thing in the world. The blend of the two kept Alexis in a headspace of permanent ecstasy, her body wracked by sordid sensations from the pleasant ache of her bobbing tips, to the stomach-flipping thrill of each driving thrust, to the slap of his crotch against her ass, each blow leaving a lingering sting that lasted only long enough for him to pull out and plunge back in once more to deliver another.
Already Alexis could feel the climax approaching. The symphony was building, the tempo of the tune rising, and their dance was accelerating to match, lust wreathing around them with every step closer to culmination.
Alexis’s body burned with pleasure. She knew she should be used to this by now – to the way her soul unfurled like petals in sunlight whenever she was in Mickey’s arms – but she never would be. They had made love after waking up this morning; they had spent last night losing themselves to lust; they had even pulled off the road on the trip here to fuck in the back seat. Yet every time still felt like their first. Each time his cock sank inside her Alexis was back in his office, lying back on his desk as he held her legs against his chest and slid in gently for the first time, that single roll of his hips diverting her life down a path she had never seen coming.
She didn’t care that people judged their relationship; she didn’t care that society saw it as taboo or thought she was just a sugar baby leeching off her wealthy man. Because their bond was so much less material than that. Life had drawn them together at exactly the right time for love to consume them, and she wouldn’t have wanted things to turn out any other way. She had found the man who completed her and nobody could take that away.
While the rustle of leaves spilled through the open windows, Mickey and Alexis shifted from one position to the next with the fluid ease only possible when two became one.
The crescendo of their dance finally came while Alexis was on top. Straddling her man’s hips with her knees digging into the bedsheets and her feet resting on his thighs, she was bouncing needily on his cock when she felt it began to twitch inside her. His shaft already slick with her nectar, it was easy for to increase the pace of her rocking and she was rewarded by Mickey’s swelling groan.
Mickey’s head fell back, his lips parting from the tit he had been sucking and leaving a wet patch behind. ‘Oh fuck, I’m close,’ he gasped, his hands finding her rippling ass and assisting her in bouncing harder still.
‘Me too.’ Usually Alexis came fairly quickly and was left whimpering as Mickey continued to ravage her holes, yet today her orgasm seemed tied to his.
Their next words came in unison. ‘Cum for me, baby,’ they said. And so they did.
The lovers climaxed in tandem, shocks of orgasmia shuddering through them as one. Rearing back as Mickey unloaded inside her Alexis squirted across his chest, a few droplets falling into his open mouth. Blissful relief and burning lust swirled through her and she gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles popped. She was in flight, thrown high in the final spectacle of their routine as the symphony reached a crescendo.
Then the music softened and she was down in his arms again. They ended their dance with brows pressed together, arms wrapped around one another, and hearts pounding in time. Sliding to the side, Alexis felt a yawning emptiness as Mickey’s cock left her, though the warmth of his seed was at least a comforting reminder that he had been there.
For the first time in what felt like hours Alexis opened her eyes. Mickey was staring back at her.
‘I wish we could stay here forever,’ he said, his voice hushed as his chest heaved, lifting her light frame as it did so. ‘Just you and me and forever to make love.’
Alexis agreed in a whisper. ‘Me too. You’re my happy place. But even if we’re not here forever, as long as I’m spending my time here with you that’s all I care about. There’s just one thing on my mind though, baby.’
‘What might that be?’
‘You lied to me.’
Mickey had been stroking his cock while they spoke. Now he stopped, his hand as frozen as the frown on his face. ‘What do you mean, baby? I never lied.’
‘Yes you did,’ Alexis assured him, though the ghost of a smile broke through her act. ‘You said you’d fuck me like a slut, but then we made love instead. I want it dirty. I want you to use me. Fuck me like the nympho I am… Sir.’
In the same way that submissive pet names could mould Mickey’s desires to her needs, so too did this dominant one. The grin that warped his handsome face in response was wicked enough to make her pussy start to drip all over again, and she savoured the knot of erotic anticipation in her stomach as he rose from the sheets jerking his cock once more, their dance beginning all over again.
‘Guilty as charged. I’m very sorry, little one, I promise it won’t happen again. Luckily I know just how to make it up to you.’
Kneeling between her spread legs, Mickey made a point of pressing his cock against her wet folds… before easing it down to an alternative point of entry.
Leaning over her Mickey cupped her neck and cheek with one powerful hand. ‘Is this the kind of thing you had in mind? Did you want me to make you my needy little anal whore?’
Horny beyond words, Alexis’s single-word response was barely above a whisper. ‘Yes.’
Coming in closer still, Mickey’s words and dick sank into her as one. ‘Well, it’s like I said before: all you had to do was ask…’
Thanks for reading!
Good god do I love this chapter. I think for me this is the perfect example of everything coming together to make a really good story. The gallery is smoking hot, the main model is incredible, the characters were really fun to write, the dancing metaphor is a solid theme running throughout the sex scene, and I even got chance to add a little variation to Mike’s transformation by doing it in stages and seeing most of it happen in silhouette. Though I’m often very self-critical about my work, this is one of those times where I pat myself on the back for a job well done, and I am so glad it turned out the way it did.
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