0 comments/ 20716 views/ 6 favorites Luke and Leah Ch. 01 By: TessMackenzie Leah checked the address at the door, and made sure she had it right. It was a derelict bar, abandoned a year ago, which was now being remodelled and reopened. The windows were covered in paper, and the signs had been taken down, and not yet replaced. She had the right place, so she pushed on the front door, and it opened. She went inside, and locked the door behind her. She was in an entryway, an alcove of a sort. She could see lights further inside the bar, but couldn't see who was there. She walked around the corner, and called, "Hello," and someone in the back shouted, "Down here." Leah went towards the voice. A man was standing at the bar, looking at a laptop. He seemed to be alone. He looked up, and saw her, and closed the laptop's lid. "Leah?" he said. "Luke?" They shook hands. He looked around, then pointed to the bar. "Here's probably best," he said. "Sorry there's no seats, yet. We'll just have to stand." She nodded, and took her laptop out her bag, and put it next to his on the bar. She opened its lid, and waited while it came back to life, and then she started into her sales pitch. He listened, standing next to her. He needed a marketing firm, he'd said on the phone, to deal with the advertising for the new bar. She'd come highly recommended, he said. She'd done a campaign for a friend of his last year. Could they meet, he said, and she'd agreed to, so they'd arranged it, here and now. She talked for a few minutes, giving her pitch. She could say it almost by rote, without paying attention. She finished, and he seemed to have listened, but he didn't say anything for a moment after she was done. She wasn't sure if she should speak, or if he was thinking. She waited, just standing there. "Are you a good brand manager?" he said in the end. She looked at him, and said, "I am." "And you'll do whatever you need to get this account?" She nodded slowly. She looked at him, wondering what that meant. "Anything?" he said. She felt a little breathless. "I will," she said. "Of course." He moved. He walked behind her. She suddenly couldn't see where he was, and didn't want to turn and look, in case that seemed distrustful. He was quiet, but she had a feeling he was watching her. He was watching, and she hoped she was what he wanted. She knew she looked good. Her suit was tasteful, her hair perfect, her heels just slightly too high. She looked good, and was good at what she did, and she was here. Here, and so turned on she couldn't think. "Undo your trousers," he said. "Slide them down a little, and lie on the bar." She did, her hands shaking, and lowered them to her thighs. She hadn't worn underwear. She was naked underneath. She put her hands on the edge of the bar, and lifted herself up, then lay there, face down, as he'd told her to. He stood behind her, and put his cock into her ass. With no warning, no preparation, just inside her, as if he was entitled. Using her, taking her, as if she was a whore, or the kinkiest person alive. She gasped with pleasure, and with wanting. She liked anal, although she sometimes didn't like to admit it. He slid into her, deep inside her, hot and hard and filling, and she was lost, she couldn't think, and simply held onto the edge of the bar, and felt him. She gasped when he first went in, all the air leaving her chest, as if his hardness pushing into one end of her forced the air from the other. She gasped, and didn't breathe again until he was halfway inside her, and lay there feeling herself make room and fit around him. He slid inside, and then was still for a moment, while she breathed slowly, getting used to him. He stood behind her, and waited, and she felt herself relax. After a moment, she was ready, and he seemed to know when that was. He didn't ask, he just began to fuck her, but he let her have her moment first. He fucked her ass, and she felt him sliding deep inside her, sliding in the lube she'd put into herself before she left her office. He stood behind her and held her hips and fucked her, while she lay there. He was using her, doing this for himself, not thinking about her pleasure. Another time, another place, she might touch herself as she had sex, rubbing herself, pleasuring herself, wanting to an orgasm too. Not now, though. Not here, like this. That wasn't what this was. This was for him, not her. This was about her being used. He began to move faster, getting close, she thought. She lay on the bar, and was fucked in the ass, until she was gasping on the very edge of pleasure. She lay there, feeling him, feeling him fuck her faster, until, suddenly, he groaned and came, and filled her, all thick and hot and intense. He slid out of her. He pulled himself out, and stepped back, and did his clothes up. Slowly, breathlessly, she stood up too. While they'd had sex, her trousers had slid down to her feet. She bent, and pulled them back up, and looked around. "Is there a bathroom?" she said. He nodded and pointed. She went and cleaned up, and masturbated herself quickly, because she was turned on enough that she knew she could come in a minute or two. She did, and when she was ready, she went back out into the bar. He was looking at his laptop again, at what seemed to be financial spreadsheets. He looked up and saw her. "Well, you have the account," he said. "Obviously." "Thank you," she said, and walked over to the bar, slowly. She picked up her bag, and closed her laptop's lid. "Are we done?" she said. He nodded. "I'll sign what you need." "No," she said. "I mean, are we done?" "Oh yeah," he said. "Yep, we are." She grinned, and kissed him, then kissed him again. "That was wonderful," she said. "You pervert. I'll see you at home." He kissed her, and squeezed her ass as she left, and she went to find a taxi back to her office. Luke and Leah Ch. 02 Luke phoned Leah at work, in her office, and said, "Come downstairs, to the car park. I need you to suck someone's cock." Leah sat there for a moment, looking at her work, her office, at her whole professional life. She sat there feeling excited and ashamed, and then she said, "Okay." He phoned her again when she stepped out of the lift. He must have been able to see the lift doors from wherever he was. "The red SUV," he said. "The man in the back. Do it and then leave, and do it without saying a word." Leah nodded, nodding obviously, so Luke could see her, and then hung up her phone. She looked around, and found the car. It wasn't one she'd seen before. She hesitated, nervous, and then made herself walk over to it. As she approached, the back door opened. Inside, she saw a man in a suit. She got in, carefully not looking at his face. She didn't want to see it. She was imagining him as a stranger, as someone she didn't know. She wanted him to be a stranger, because this was sexier if he was, so she was careful not to look at him in case it spoiled her pretence. She slid into the car, without a word, and pulled the door closed behind herself. She bent over the man trousers, and unzipped him, and took out his cock. She kissed it once, and then again, then put him in her mouth, and started sucking. She sucked, and heard him make a little groan. He laid his hand on her back, and moved it a little, stroking her. Stroking the back of her white shirt, stroking downwards, towards her sensible skirt. Stroking clothes that were part of her professional life, she thought, wondering if that was actually what he was doing. She was wearing a suit without the jacket, because her jacket was still hanging in her office upstairs. She was wearing a suit, and her shoes were low and sensible, and her hair was up in a loose bun. She wasn't dressed like someone who would do what she was doing, and perhaps that was part of what made this exciting for him. It was for her, she thought. She was dressed for work, had been at work, and was doing this in her work's carpark. It was dangerous and sexy and far too close to her real life, and was exciting because of that. It was completely silly, too. Anyone could be around. Someone she knew might see her. Her own car was only a couple of rows over, but right now, she didn't really care. She sat there, bent over, sucking this man's cock. Licking him, and sucking him, and sliding him in and out of her mouth. As she did, his hand moved upwards. It shifted onto her neck, and in her hair. He held her there, trapping her against his body, pushing downwards a little, so she opened her mouth wider, and sucked as best she could. Her mind wandered, as she sucked. She daydreamed. She thought about other things she could be made to do, and how much more depraved this could get. She thought about being told to come downstairs to give a blowjob, as she just had been, but getting there and finding two men waiting for her. Two, or three, or even more. She thought about being made to suck all their cocks, a lot of cocks, all of them wanting her mouth. She thought blowing them, but them getting impatient, and making her fuck them too. About all of them fucking her, using her, while she still did her best to suck them off, while she knelt in a car, in her work clothes, in her work carpark, downstairs from her real life. She thought about all of them finishing, all coming inside her, then imagined herself being pushed out the car. Pushed out, when they were done, without a care for her. She wondered about herself, being turned on by that. She wondered, as she sucked. As she tasted the man's cock, and felt the shape of him in her mouth, and listened to his gasps and groans, she wondered about herself and whether, as a fantasy, that wasn't all a little odd. Some of the things that turned her on puzzled her, sometimes. Like what she was doing now, and like her daydreams as she did it. Some of that really was a bit strange, she thought, even though it was exciting her, too. She didn't quite know why it was exciting her, but it was, so she kept daydreaming, as she sucked. She thought about then all finishing inside her, and then her being pushed out of the car. She thought about them keeping her underwear, for some reason, and not letting her have anything to wipe herself with, either. So she had to just walk away, and go to the lift, and stand there waiting, self-consciously, awkwardly squeezing her legs together, hoping not to drip and make a mess so other people saw and knew what she'd just done. And of course, in her daydream, there was suddenly a crowd at the lift too. There were a dozen people watching, all her friends, her boss too, all watching her as she felt it ooze and drip and land between her legs, there on the concrete floor, giving her away. Or the lift had broken down, perhaps that instead, she thought, so they all had to climb the stairs together, and as they climbed, she knew, just knew she wasn't going to manage without oozing and, she was about to be caught, and that excited her too. Leah daydreamed, and sucked, and was a little surprised at herself, and how detailed and depraved her thoughts were. She liked the ideas, she was excited by those ideas. She just wasn't sure why she was thinking some of them. She knelt there, sucking, and trying to listen to what was going on nearby, as she did. Trying to keep her head down, to be discreet, since it was the parking garage of her office building, but tempted not to, as well. Tempted to sit up a little too much, and let her head come into view as she went up and down. She was excited enough to do that, almost. She was aroused enough that she almost wanted to masturbate while she sucked him, but that seemed like a bad idea. It seemed like it would be much more embarrassing, if she was actually caught doing both at once, so she didn't. She sucked, and suddenly a car went past. Leah jumped, even though she'd half expected it to happen. She stopped moving, and listened carefully, trying to decide where the car had stopped. A few spaces along from them, she thought. Close, but not right beside them. Far enough away that the driver shouldn't look into their car, walking past. Leah stayed motionless, listening, still bent over as she had been, assuming she'd be much more obvious if she suddenly sat up. She waited, and nothing else happened. The driver must still be in the car. After a moment, she decided to keep sucking. It didn't really make much difference now. She sucked, trying to keep the noises her mouth made soft and gentle, but the man groaned anyway. Groaned, as if this was much more exciting with someone else around. Leah supposed it must be, or they wouldn't be doing it at all. She sucked, trying to listen over the soft slurping sounds her mouth made, and over the man's rough breathing. She listened, and suddenly she heard a voice. A woman talking, nearby, and then a car door slamming shut and echoing around the garage. The person from the car, Leah assumed, and froze again. She heard heels tapping, and then the voice got quieter. It was probably someone talking on her phone as she walked towards the lifts, Leah thought. She began sucking again, and moving up and down too. She sucked, and slurped more loudly now, and sucked deeper and harder, thinking she should hurry this up. She used her tongue, and stroked his balls, and moaned, as she sucked him into her mouth. It worked, she was smugly pleased to realize. The man groaned quietly, and began to come. He spurted in her mouth, hot and thick. He came, and held her down on himself, and she swallowed as much as she could. She swallowed, and when he finished, he took his hand away so she could sit up. Leah sat up, and wiped her mouth, and looked around, quickly. "She's gone," Luke said. Leah nodded, relieved. She was into their kinky sex, but was still thankful not to actually be caught. She looked at Luke, and kissed him, and then said, "You're such a pervert." "I know," he said, and kissed her back. She straightened her hair, and smoothed down her shirt. She glanced around, and checked she hadn't dripped, or made a mess. "Whose car is it?" she said. "A loaner from the mechanic. While mine gets serviced." "Oh," she said, impressed he'd thought of that. "Clever." He grinned. "I should get back," she said. He held out a bottle of orange juice. She was puzzled for a moment, then realized. So her breath didn't smell of semen, she supposed. She took it, and swallowed a mouthful or two, then gave the bottle back. "I'll see you at home," she said, and kissed him again, and then got out and went back to her office. Luke and Leah Ch. 03 Leah was at a party at one of her manager's houses. It was being held to thank them all for their work that year. It was a nice party, and a nice house. The house was on several levels, going up a hillside, and the party had waiters, and expensive wine, and little nibbly foods. Leah wandered around, and talked to people, and felt sexy in her party dress. After a while, she decided she wanted some air. She wandered off upstairs, away from the noise, and found her way out onto a terrace. It was a nice terrace as well. A nice terrace on a nice house. There was cool air, and a slight breeze, and a view of lights out over the city. She stood there for a moment and sipped her wine. Behind her, someone cleared their throat. "Hi," she said, without looking around. "Hi," a man's voice said. He was standing back, against the wall, watching her from the darkness. She didn't turn. She didn't look back. She just stood there, looking at the lights, as he walked up behind her. He kissed her shoulder. She had a backless dress that fit loosely enough he could slide it up easily if he wished. He kissed her shoulder so she shivered, and then her neck so she sighed, and then he reached down and slid her dress up her legs, and held it there while he kissed her. He kissed her neck a little more, then suddenly knelt down behind her. He knelt, still holding her dress up around her waist, and kissed her down there instead. He kissed the back of her thigh, and her hip, and then licked across her ass. He licked, warm and wet across her skin, making her want him, making her want this. He licked, and she put her wineglass down on the railing in front of herself. She leaned on that railing, holding herself up, moving her foot sideway a little to balance. To balance, and so he could reach her easily, if he wished to. He did seem to wish. He held her hips, one hand on each side of her, lifting her slightly, his hands warm against skin that was suddenly bare to the cool night air. He was holding her hips, and her feet were apart, and she was bending forward slightly, as well. He was easily able to reach. He reached. He leaned forward, and licked her ass again, this time licking particularly, licking purposely, not just licking skin, not just licking any old place. This time he licked carefully down her, between her cheeks, sliding his tongue achingly slowly towards, and onto, her asshole. She jumped when his tongue first touched her there. She jumped, and wanted to blush, or protest, or shriek. It felt wrong, being licked there. It felt shamefully wrong, but wonderfully good, as well. It tickled slightly at first, because his first touch had been so breathy-light. It tickled, and she gasped and shivered and almost shifted away, and he might have understood why, because he licked more firmly after that. Then, with his firmer lapping, then it simply felt good. He lapped at her asshole, slowly and carefully, and she stood there, trying to pretend she was still ignoring him, and was just looking at the view. After a while her legs began to feel weak. One began to shake. She leaned forward a little more, onto her arms on the railing, taking her weight off her legs. Now, because she was leaning further, he could reach her pussy too. He licked her there, licked her all over, lapping from her ass to her clit, all the way along her. He licked slowly, kissing and sucking, and his mouth felt different on different parts of her. It was a sharper tinglier pleasure on her clit, and more gently comfortable on her pussy, and somehow oily and warm and thickly rich as it slid around on her ass. He was licking her all over, but was concentrating on her ass, and mostly licking her there. He was licking her slowly, taking his time, seeming not to care how public this was, kneeling behind her as she looked out at the view. He was being quite slow, but she began to think they ought to hurry, in case someone happened along and saw them. These was her work people, and this was one of her manager's houses. She couldn't afford to be caught. "Hurry," she whispered, and he made a noise, agreeing, and reached up between her legs. Reaching up, touching with his fingers in front of her, pressing against her clit, while licking her ass with his hot wet tongue. She pressed forward, onto his hand. She reached down with one of hers, and held his against herself. She felt the tugging of his fingers, and the oily slither of his tongue, felt her breath get soft and her legs weak and she held onto the railing in front of herself desperately, trying to keep herself upright. She managed to stay upright. She held on, gasping, and began to come, and as she came as he licked her ass, and slid his tongue inside her. She came, and when she was done, he stood up, and kissed her shoulder again, and then walked away without a word. Leah stood there for a moment, until her breathing had returned to normal, and her hands had stopped shaking from her orgasm. She stood there for a moment in the cool night air, waiting, until she was ready. Then, when she was calm, and no longer flushed, and her legs had stopped feeling unsteady, then she straightened her dress, and picked up her wine glass, and went back downstairs to the party. She drifted for a moment, looking around, until she found Luke in a corner. She went over and kissed him, kissed him deliberately, and his mouth still tasted a little of her. He tasted of her, in the middle of a crowded room, and in a strange way that was dark and sexy and exciting. She kissed him again, and then sipped her wine, her mouth dry from her gasping breathing.