Beyond Temptation

When her buttocks touched his hips she realised most of his length was filling her. Her fingers squeezed at the base of his shaft, holding the rubber tightly in place. She deliberately stopped the last half-inch from penetrating her, certain her overstretched pussy couldn’t accept any more. If his cock had been any bigger it would have caused pain.

But Dominic’s size seemed perfectly suited for her needs.

Again she was struck by the image of having him penetrate her anus. The idea inspired a shiver of animal excitement. His thick shaft spread the lips of her pussy a little too wide and she tried not to think how it would feel to have her sphincter treated in the same way. But at the same time, she dwelt on the image and savoured the sensations it awoke in her loins.

His fingers returned to the pulsing ball of her clitoris.

He stroked the nub of flesh with a gentle caress. The featherlight pressure brought with it another wave of euphoria. As the climax struck she tensed every muscle in her body and relished the electric charge he set off. Using his other hand to tease the tips of her nipples, Dominic continued to stroke her clitoris and caress the lips of her sex.

Robyn controlled the pace as she slid herself up and down his shaft.

The sounds of her sex, slurping greedily on his length, filled the room. Robyn was almost deafened by the echo of her sopping pussy drinking noisily from his sheathed shaft. She glanced down and saw, even though they had started this bout of passion little more than a few moments earlier, he was already struggling to contain his eruption.

With a reassuring smile she stroked his cheek.

He grinned back at her and rubbed more swiftly at her pussy lips. His fingers brushed over her clitoris and then slipped inside her. Ignoring the fact that his thick length filled her sex, he eased a finger alongside its girth.

Robyn shook her head, trying to find the words to stop him.

Before she could form the sentence, he had eased his cock back slightly. She snatched a breath as he urged two fingers into the warm velvety depths of her sex. As soon as the fingers were inside, he pushed his length back between the pouting, overstretched lips.

This time, Robyn couldn’t stop herself screaming.

The sensation of being so full was intolerable. Her lips were stretched by his fingers and cock as he continued to plough into her. He probed ever deeper into her velvety darkness and the first prickle of pure joy washed over her. When he forced his erection deeper, Robyn relished the multiple pangs of elation.

Beneath the silken layer of rubber his cock twitched and throbbed. Dominic’s harsh groan was almost as heartfelt as the one she released when his climax pumped inside her.

A satisfied smile twisted his lips into a grimace. He raised himself from the bed and bucked his hips forward.

Savouring the last pleasurable tremor of his orgasm, Robyn guided his spent shaft from between her legs. She kept her hand on the base of his length, holding the rubber in place so as not to allow any of his semen to escape.

Sliding the sheath from his shaft, she beamed down at him.

‘You should come to our dinner parties more often.’

‘Try keeping me away,’ he said, laughing. As he spoke, he stroked the thrust of her long nipples.

Robyn shivered. She was touched by a tickle of irresistible joy as his fingers caressed the nubs of stiff flesh. She cast a glance towards the bedside cabinet, a wicked thought striking her as she contemplated the black packet.

‘How much time do you think we have left before someone notices we’re not in the room?’

* * *

Gayle glanced unhappily past the young man talking to her, wishing she knew what was happening.

Robyn was still missing from the dinner party, as was Dominic.

Although she couldn’t hear everything Harold and Sheridan were saying, she was close enough to catch disquieting snippets of their conversation. Words such as ‘divorce’ and ‘repercussions’ repeatedly floated between the pair. Gayle wanted to hear more but she was prevented from listening to them properly by Wayne from sales, the monumental bore who had trapped her against a wall.

She had never previously spoken to Wayne but she recognised him vaguely from the offices of Art. His loud, uninteresting voice kept intruding on the words she could glean from Harold and Sheridan’s conversation. And he seemed oblivious to her lack of interest in him.

She smiled up at him, wishing he would choke on the olive in his martini. The man held a BlackBerry in one hand, as though the gadget was an additional cock. Gayle found herself wishing that someone would call him on it, allowing her the chance to escape.

‘Just who the hell is this Dominic, anyway?’ she heard Harold demanding. ‘Who invited him? Where did he come from?’

Gayle strained to hear Sheridan’s response.

‘It’s one of the original Ghias,’ Wayne was explaining. ‘I’ve had the paintwork restored and I’ve fitted an overhead cam on the V-8 engine that Lance and I slipped into her.’

Gayle inwardly cursed. Outwardly she smiled.

She heard Sheridan say, ‘… sending you a lot of letters about his protégé Yale Walters,’ but it was the tail end of a reply and she couldn’t make much sense of it without proper context.

‘Never heard of him,’ Harold growled.

From the corner of her eye, Gayle saw Sheridan’s shoulders rise in a gentle shrug. The gesture made her gaily coloured locks bounce provocatively. It was, she thought, an exciting and appealing look.

‘Dominic seems to think highly of him, he wanted you to …’

‘It meant we had to reshape the bonnet a little,’ Wayne went on. ‘And I guess it’s a bit noisier than your average motor. But if I turn the stereo up, I don’t notice.’

Go away, Gayle thought. Aloud she said, ‘How interesting.’

Her grin was a rictus. She wondered if she had ever been guilty of holding someone in such a conversation against their will. From her own perspective, she felt sure she was giving off all the signs of a person who didn’t want to be spoken to. Her arms were folded across her chest and she kept glancing at her wristwatch but Wayne seemed oblivious to these far from subtle gestures. He continued to wave his BlackBerry as he spoke, gesturing with it as he emphasised various points in his monologue.

‘Critique the bastard?’ Harold exploded.

His outraged words carried easily over Wayne’s drone.

‘Review the fucker? He’ll be lucky if I don’t cancel his subscription to the fucking magazine.’

Gayle cursed again, wishing she knew what was happening. She had the feeling Harold’s words were important but she had no way of knowing why.

She was suddenly aware that Wayne had stopped talking to her and that she was expected to say something in response. Quickly she searched her thoughts for an appropriate, glib comment that would pacify him. If the man thought she had been eavesdropping on the magazine’s owner and his secretary, she feared her reputation at the office would be ruined. Smiling into Wayne’s face, Gayle said, ‘It sounds very nice.’

His grin faltered. Her response wasn’t enough. He clearly expected to hear something more. He had been talking about his car and he wanted to know she was suitably impressed.

‘I doubt it could look worse than that misshapen monstrosity parked outside the front of the house,’ she with a laugh. ‘Have you seen it? It’s all black and lumpy and looks like a Transformer took a crap in the car park. It’s the one with those bright-green furry dice dangling from the rear-view mirror.’

Wayne frowned at her. The expression he wore seemed hurt and deflated. ‘That is my car,’ he said quietly.

A nervous giggle threatened to erupt from the back of her throat. This was one of those moments she knew she would be laughing about when she parted from Wayne’s company. But, for now, it was the epitome of excruciating embarrassment.

She tried to think of suitable words for an apology or retraction but the sound of Harold’s mounting anger distracted her. Gayle heard Sheridan trying to appease him but the PA’s words had no effect.

‘No,’ Harold bellowed. ‘I’ve had enough of this. This is my house and I’m not happy with this. I’m going to sort the pair of them out. I’m going to sort them out once and for all.’

As Gayle watched, Harold stormed into the hall and up the stairs.