Another Taste of Destiny Lea Barrymire Joe’s marriage is on the rocks. His wife has even seen a lawyer. So it’s the worst possible time for a brassy hooker to walk into his life and send him reeling with lust. After a quick-and-dirty encounter in a men’s bathroom, Joe is hard pressed to think about anything but her. Destiny. His Destiny. He has to see her again…and again. Will Destiny be the final nail in his marriage’s coffin? Or might giving in to his darkest, most depraved desires be the only way to save it?
ANOTHER TASTE OF DESTINY Lea Barrymire
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Chapter One “What the fuck?” The whisper escaped Joe’s lips before he could stop it. He watched the woman stroll through the doors into the Stone’s Throw Diner and was fascinated by what he saw. He’d seen hookers before when he’d driven through the city or on TV, but to see one up close and personal was disconcerting. She wasn’t truly beautiful, not in the Hollywood sense of the word, but she was pretty. At first glance he guessed her to be in her late twenties but she could easily have been closer to midthirties. Her outfit was telling—street corners and fast money were her game. A black lace bra peeked out from behind a torn bright-pink tank top, her ample breasts barely contained by the material. Brown curls hung to her waist, swinging with each roll of her hips. Her jean shorts were cut so short that he could almost see her pussy when she walked. Long tanned legs went on for miles before ending in fuck-me black heels. His cock stirred, hardening in his pants. He worked his eyes back up to take in the whole package and was captured by the most piercing set of crystal-blue eyes he had ever seen. Now those babies were gorgeous. Her makeup was not subtle but it did enhance her looks. Dark lipstick seemed to match her long fingernails. Her eyes were lined with something dark, drawing every glance to them. Realization hit when she started working her way to his table. He had been staring at her for minutes now and it seemed she’d noticed. He broke eye contact and looked back at his drink. Fuck. He was waiting for Patty and he was pretty sure she’d be pissed if she saw his reaction to the woman. He was painfully hard and wanted desperately to shift his dick so it wasn’t being pinched, but he didn’t want to draw attention to his pants or the uncomfortable bulge hidden in them. Don’t look up and maybe she’ll walk on by.
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In his peripheral vision he saw a bright-pink tank top sidle up to him. He glanced up and was caught by those knowing eyes. She bent toward him, spilling more creamy flesh from her lacy undergarment. One red-tipped hand settled on the table, the other ran lightly from her ear down the soft curve of her neck and nestled in her cleavage. “Hey baby. You waitin’ for somebody?” Her voice was sultry, a siren’s call to his blood. Holy fuck. He glanced toward the front of the diner. No one seemed to be watching them, which meant everyone was. He swallowed nervously. “Um…” His voice squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m waiting for my wife.” “Mmm, married. Nice. How much time you got before she’s supposed to be here?” Joe watched the fingers that were resting between her breasts and wanted to be them. She had bent forward a bit farther as she spoke and he could see dark pink areolas peeking from the lace. He could tell her nipples would be large and the same color. She chuckled and his cock jumped in reaction. God, her voice was sinful. “You have enough time to sample the wares?” His eyes widened in surprise and shot to hers. Their depths held amusement and a deep knowledge. No. He couldn’t do that to Patty. Their marriage was already on the rocks. He shouldn’t even be thinking about this woman, or talking to her, and definitely shouldn’t be staring at her tits. He shouldn’t be imagining how good they’d feel resting in his palms or wrapped around his aching cock. Deep inside, though, he wanted to take her up on the offer. He mentally tallied the cash in his wallet. Fuck. What are you doing, man? “I can see you’re thinking about it. I’m going to wander back that way.” She thumbed over her shoulder toward the restrooms. The movement pulled a breast far enough from the cup of lace that an erect nipple slid out, teasing him. “If you got the balls and a few minutes why don’t you let me take care of this for you?” He watched in horrified fascination as the hand resting on the table moved to his crotch. He should stop her—he should be pissed that she would dare touch him.
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Instead he watched with bated breath as she slowly stroked his throbbing shaft through his jeans with her fingernails. A shiver of want went down his spine. He swallowed a moan and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he caught just a quick back view of the woman and almost came in his pants. Her shorts were cut so high that he could see full cheeks and a hint of shaved pink pussy. Holy shit. The knowledge that the entire diner would have seen shaved lips when she bent to talk to him was the topper on his what-the-fuck cake. You can’t do this, Joe. You just can’t. What’s Patty going to think? You know she’s seen a lawyer. Do you really want to ruin your marriage for a tryst in the bathroom? His head surely said no, but his body was shouting “yes” so loudly that his brain was overwhelmed. He told himself he was just going to see what she was doing, make sure she was okay, but his cock knew it was going to get serviced one way or the other and twitched in anticipation against the zipper. He stood swiftly, not wanting to think about it any longer. If he thought about it he would talk himself out of it. With sure steps he walked down the hallway to the restrooms, then paused. Would she go into the women’s or the men’s? He didn’t think he could go into the women’s. He pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom and found her leaning against one of the sinks, watching another guy who was standing at a urinal. She was relaxed with a wicked, amused smile on her red lips. She turned that same smile on Joe when she heard the door shut. She ran her eyes up and down him, taking her time perusing him. Her smile slid into a knowing smirk when she reached his crotch. “Come here, baby.” She crooked a finger at him. She didn’t wait for him to react before turning to the other man. “Okay, bubba. You been yanking one off for the last two minutes while checking out my tits. Either pay me a couple of bucks to keep staring at me ’til you finish or get out.” Joe almost laughed. This woman took the cake. He watched the other man scramble to get his straining cock back in his pants. The man had blushed at her words, obviously
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thinking she hadn’t been paying attention to his self-ministrations. Once the other man had rushed out of the bathroom, she sauntered past Joe and flipped the lock on the door. She turned those eyes on him and walked back slowly. “So whatcha want? If your wife is coming here we only got a few minutes, right?” She was chewing gum and it snapped tiny pops with each chew. When she was standing directly in front of him she reached out and traced his cock with a finger. She chuckled. “It won’t take long by the looks of things.” “Shit. I can’t do this. I don’t know why I even came in here.” Joe turned to leave. He really couldn’t do this to his wife, his marriage. It wasn’t worth it. He stopped when those red-tipped fingers wrapped around his arm. “Come on, baby. We don’t have to have sex. I could give you a hand job. That ain’t cheating really. Or you could do what the other fella was doing. I can strip for you and you can yank one off.” She stroked her hand up and down his arm, enticingly close. He could smell her perfume and was mildly surprised that it wasn’t too strong. It was actually quite nice, musky and sexy. She leaned in to his body, pressing her breasts to his chest. “You know you want to. She’s never going to know about it.” He closed his eyes and sealed his passage to hell. “How much?” “Depends what you want,” she answered. She trailed a wandering hand down his back to cup his ass. “Five will get you a hand job, ten will get you a hand job with ball action. Fifteen if you want a little back-door peek. Twenty-five for a blow job. Fifty to take me from behind. Hundred if you want clothes off and me doing the work.” While she talked she had been running her hands over his chest, stroking his nipples through his shirt. She flicked them with a fingernail before circling them again. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. Her wandering hands smoothed down his chest and curled around the top of his pants. “So what’s it gonna be, hon? Want me to get on my knees and take care of you?” He closed his eyes and swallowed. Then swallowed again. It was either do it or leave. Without opening his eyes he reached down and undid his pants. The sound of his 7
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zipper echoing in the room cut through the last of his thoughts. He was already going to hell—he might as well enjoy it. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing there waiting for his instructions. He roughly pushed his jeans down to the middle of his thighs. “Suck me off.” She glanced down at his cock and grinned. “Money first, baby. Then I’ll suck you down my throat and make you come so hard you’ll want to come back for more.” He fumbled with his pants and finally had to almost pull them back up to get to his wallet. He grimaced when he spied the picture of him and Patty staring at him. He had gone too far, though. He needed this—needed to get off. Life had been stressful the last few days. His own attempt to lie to himself was disgusting. Guilt poured through him as he pulled out twenty-five bucks and handed the money to her. He watched as she folded the bills and stuffed them into her bra. With practiced moves she removed a ragged beach towel from her bag and laid it on the ground. She gracefully knelt in front of him, then reached out to wrap one hand around his shaft. She gave him a little squeeze then glanced up, grinning with mischief. “Come here, baby,” she crooned. She used his cock as a tether and tugged him gently toward her. Her warm breath fanned across the head of his dick and goose bumps ran down his legs. He wasn’t going to last long and somehow that made this whole experience worse. He closed his eyes and shuffled a step closer to her. He felt warm, moist lips wrap around his cock and he swallowed a moan. He opened his eyes and the sight was almost too much. Red lips encircled him, sliding wetly up and down his shaft in tiny pulses. She wasn’t playing around—already he could feel his balls tightening. She used one hand to pull his hips closer to her mouth. The other wrapped around the base of his cock and started working in tandem with her lips. She slid up and down, slickly moving on his shaft. The first time she applied suction as she pulled back was enough to force a moan from his lips. She hollowed her cheeks and pulled her lips up along his rod. Before the downstroke she swiped her tongue along the ridge and dipped it into
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the slit at the top. He was sure she was tasting his pre-cum. The thought almost threw him over the edge. She hummed in appreciation and the vibrations did something to him. His hips jerked, pushing his dick farther into her mouth. She chuckled and took him fast to the back of her throat. She paused then swallowed, allowing the head of his cock to slide past the muscles, into her throat for a moment. He gasped. “Fuck.” He could feel his release coming. His cock hardened further. Shivers were working up his spine. He watched her through hooded eyes as she moved up and down his cock. Red lips sliding, cheeks hollowing and the pause at the end with a swallow. It only took a few more moments before he was ready to blow. He grabbed her head and growled, “Take me deep and swallow it all.” She did as directed and swallowed his cock. She kept him deep in her mouth as he shot streams of cum down her throat. He tightened his hands in her hair and pumped his hips against her mouth. A groan vibrated in his chest as she swallowed repeatedly to keep up with him. The sensation prolonged his climax. His legs trembled with the strength of his release. He relaxed his hold on her, unwinding long curls from his fists. He watched as she licked the last of his release from his softening member. She turned to dig through her bag and handed him a baby wipe. She laughed that sexy chuckle at his questioning look. “You don’t want your wife finding lipstick on your cock.” She looked pointedly at the streaks of red coating his dick. While he wiped himself off she walked to the sink and washed her hands, dug through her tote again and came up with a cosmetics bag. She reapplied her lipstick and fluffed her hair. She turned and winked. “If you ever want more, hon, I’m usually around here someplace.” With that she turned the lock on the door and walked out as if she hadn’t just given him the best blow job of his life.
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Chapter Two What the hell are you thinking, Joe? It was the same question he’d asked himself all night. One week ago he had experienced the best orgasm of his life. Tonight he was back at the diner, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hooker, to pay her again for something his wife would gladly do for him. He just couldn’t get her out of his head. Those pouty lips, shockingly blue eyes, that chuckle. Shit—he just couldn’t help himself. He had two hundred dollars in his wallet and was ready to pay the devil himself for another run-in with her. He’d been sitting for half an hour already, watching the time tick by. He was supposed to be in a meeting for work but he had told his boss he wasn’t feeling well. He pushed the guilt back again as he glanced out the door for the millionth time. He had actually driven around the block a few times trying to find her, but none of the girls he’d seen had been her. He found it interesting that none of the other prostitutes even tempted him. He wanted her. If he didn’t see her in the next few minutes he would go and drive around the block again. The bell on the door jingled, pulling him from his thoughts. He caught a glimpse of long brown hair and his heart started racing. When she turned her head and he saw those lips, blood rushed to his groin so fast that he was almost lightheaded for a moment. Her eyes widened when she saw him but the look turned to amusement and she winked his way. Tonight she was dressed in a brilliant-blue lace bra that was completely visible through a sheer black shirt. The top three buttons were undone, allowing the bra to shine in all its iridescent glory. She had on a black skin-tight skirt that barely covered the apex of her thighs. Her heels were the same color as her bra and made him want to
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groan. He had a quick flash of her wrapping those long legs around his back, heels digging into the muscles of his ass as he pounded into her. He sat, riveted by her walk. She moved like a runway model or a predator, strolling toward him with purpose and control. His palms started to sweat as she neared the table. Was he really going to go through with this? The money sitting in his pocket gave him his answer, a resounding “yes”. “Hey, hon. Didn’t think I’d see you again. You waitin’ for your wife again?” She leaned toward him when she reached the table and dropped her voice. “Or did you come to see me again?” The view of her tits from his seat was mesmerizing. They threatened to spill from the blue cups with each breath she took. He hoped with each inhale that one would fall out of its little nest, giving him the glimpse he so wanted. He had dreamed of her all week, but it was her nipples that had so fascinated him. The dark-pink he had caught a peek of last time had tantalized him, taunted his imagination. Tonight he wanted to see them in their full glory, puckered and aroused. He looked up into those captivating eyes. “I came to see you.” “Well. Ain’t that interesting. We moving to the bathrooms again or you have something more in mind?” She raised an eyebrow in question. She smoothed a hand over his shoulder and down his back. The other was drawing tight circles in the water ring left from his drink on the table. He cleared his throat. It was now or never. “I have money for more. Where do you usually go?” “Well baby, that depends what you’re looking for. If you want quick we can go to your car—you did drive, right?” She waited for his nod. “Or I rented a room around the corner if you’re looking for something a little more intimate. But that’s gonna cost you more.” He stood and threw a few bucks on the table to cover his drink and a tip. He needed to get out of the diner and into this woman. Her voice had hardened him, the 11
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small glimpses of nipple had taunted him. If he was ruining his life over some sex he wanted to enjoy it. “Let’s go—the car will work fine for what I need.” When they exited the diner he led her to his car, opening the door for her. She grinned and chuckled at his chivalrous action. He watched her slide into the seat and caught a glimpse of shaved pussy. His cock ached to be in those folds. He rushed around the car and climbed in. He felt like an ass. Were they supposed to do it in the parking lot? If so, why hadn’t she said something about getting in the back? “There’s a vacant lot a block over, we can park there.” She waved her hand to indicate the direction of the lot. Her other hand slid up and down her thigh, pushing the edge of her skirt higher with each pass. He watched her hand move, wanted to reach over and slide his fingers under the skirt. He could see naked pink folds, glistening in the light from the street lamps. She chuckled. “The faster we get over there the faster you can be in this.” With shaking hands he started the car and drove to the lot. He parked as far from the street as he could, as far from light as he could get. He turned the car off and sat, stunned by his own behavior. He was sitting in his car, after lying to his boss, with a hooker, preparing to have sex with her while his marriage was already on the brink of disaster. He couldn’t make himself turn the car back on, or make her get out. He couldn’t make himself care enough to stop the actions they had set in motion. He turned to find her studying him. “You all right, baby? I can make it all better for you but we have to move to the back unless you want me to ride you.” She smiled that knowing grin and reached over to unbuckle his seat belt. She followed the belt across his lap, stroking his cock with her hand. “So, what’s it gonna be? Backseat or front?” Joe indulged in something he normally didn’t get to do. He reached under his seat and pushed it as far back as he could. He tilted the steering wheel up and undid his pants. His hands were still shaking but he was determined. He lifted his hips enough to
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push his jeans down to his knees, then turned to her. “You’re going to ride me and you’re going to do what I want.” “Big talk from you, big man. Don’t forget, no fun ’til you pay.” She had moved across the seat and was on her knees, her breasts pushed up and almost escaping the confines of her bra. She smiled and winked. “Shit.” He had forgotten about the money. Fuckin’ A. He pulled at his pants until he could reach into the pocket. He removed the wad of money and peeled off a hundred dollars. With shaking fingers he handed the money to her. This time she secreted the cash in a side pocket of her bag. When her hand came away from the bag he could see a foil package nestled in her palm. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about condoms, or anything else. Had she been tested lately? Had he? He hadn’t been with anyone other than Patty in a long time, so he knew he should be clean. “Lean back, darlin’, and let me do my thing.” She shimmied out of her skirt and started working on the buttons on her shirt. “Wait. I’m paying for a show, so I want a good one. Slow down and strip so I can see all of you.” Joe growled his instructions and watched her hands slow. Her movements morphed into a sensual dance. Even constrained in the front seat of the car, she was sexy. Her fingers slowly slid each button from its hole. She opened the shirt a little more to give him an unfettered glimpse of more skin. When the last button had been freed she slid the translucent shirt off her shoulders, catching it on her elbows. She leaned forward and slowly let the shirt fall from her arms. She squeezed her tits together, testing the capacity of her bra. Her breathing had increased, either by design or with actual arousal—he wasn’t sure and really didn’t care. Each heave of her chest pushed her breasts up, allowing a small piece of her nipples to show. The creamy skin looked smooth and silky in the soft light from the street. Her hands reached up and pressed her breasts together, her deft fingers opened the front clasp of her bra and slowly released her hold on the material. In slow motion the silk revealed wonderfully full breasts that he wanted to touch. She would easily fill his 13
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hands but they were beautifully formed. Rose-colored nipples were puckered and tipped up slightly, begging for his lips or fingers. He chuckled when he noticed that each nipple had been pierced with a small golden hoop. “You can touch if you want, baby. You can’t break me.” She leaned toward him, offering him her breasts with a smile. She pulled lightly on the rings, tightening her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned. “No, you continue stripping. You can touch yourself, though. I like watching a woman pleasure herself.” His voice was rough with lust. He had dropped a hand to his cock and was absently stroking up and down his shaft as he watched her reveal her body. “Whatever you want, baby,” she whispered. She snaked her hands down her belly and around her hips. The light sound of a zipper opening let him know she was going to take that skirt off. She moved her thumbs to the sides and slowly rolled the material off her hips. She wiggled seductively as she pushed the skirt down to her knees. Her shaved pussy gleamed softly in the light. She slid her knees off the seat, leaning toward him. Her breasts swung closer to his face as she wiggled the skirt off her legs. He was mesmerized by the sway of her flesh. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly, enjoying the weight in his palm. Her skin was warm and soft and filled his hand with a comfortable amount of flesh. She knelt on the seat again once she was free of her clothing. Naked, she was a vision. Soft, lightly tanned skin, unblemished and unmarked. He wanted to see it all. “Lie down and show me your pussy. I want to watch you touch yourself.” He growled his demand. He was lost to the moment. Nothing was going to stop him from getting every little wish, every little fantasy out of this endeavor. With sensual movements she swung her body around, flashing him a tantalizing view of her ass and plump cunt lips just before she lay on the bench seat. She hooked one leg over the back of the seat, opening her thighs. She moved the other leg as far as the dash would allow to fully open herself to him. One of her hands moved down her 14
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belly, trailing lightly over her skin to her pussy. She worked her middle finger between her folds and used her thumb to open herself even farther. Her other hand cupped her breast, twisting the nipple between her fingers. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked. Her voice was thick. She threw her head back and moaned deep in her chest. “Is this what you wanted me to do?” Joe watched through half-closed eyes as she moved slick fingers along her folds. He still palmed his cock, stroking himself with slow slides up and down his shaft. He could wait a few more moments before having her ride him. He wanted to watch her come, wanted to watch her pleasure herself until her back arched and she clamped those cunt muscles in spasms hard enough for him to see. “Swirl your finger around your clit. Make it hard enough that I can see it standing out from its hood.” He stopped working his shaft and took a breath. Watching her do as he told her without hesitation or embarrassment was heady. It ramped up his need enough that he feared he would come before getting her on his shaft. The sight of her finger disappearing into her opening and coming out wet with her juices brought answering moisture to the tip of his cock. He used his thumb to capture the bead of precum and spread it over the head. “Rub your clit ’til you come.” She chuckled but complied. She increased the speed of her fingers working around her clit, strumming the nub faster. He watched as it plumped and hardened under her fingers. Her other hand still worked her nipple, tugging on the ring and twisting it. He could see her thighs shivering and knew that she was either a great actress or going to come soon. His gaze narrowed on her pussy, watching her fingers stroke the slick skin, watching the mouth of her opening clench. When her body started to stiffen and her breathing changed to pants he leaned over and slid a finger into her canal. Thrusting slowly in and out as she continued to rub her clit. He felt her inner muscles spasm around his finger. He added another finger and watched them disappear into her body, sliding wetly through her arousal. She shook with her release and keened quietly.
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“God, that was fucking beautiful,” he commented. He stroked his hand up her thigh and squeezed her knee. “Now get over here and straddle me.” She sat up and picked the condom wrapper up from the seat. Waggling it between her fingers she raised an eyebrow. Her voice was husky and reminded him of mulled wine, warm and spicy. “You coating up, baby or you want me to do it?” “You do it. I want to watch.” She crawled onto his lap and expertly opened the wrapper. With nimble fingers she sheathed his cock in the condom and stroked him a few times from base to tip. “There you go, hon. All set for a ride.” “Get up here and straddle my dick. I want to feel you around me.” He grabbed her hips and helped position her over his lap. She grabbed his shaft and set him at her opening. With a slow slide she descended onto him fully, arching her back slightly to get him deeper. He wrapped his hands around her tits and squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Ride me. I want it hard and fast.” “You got it, baby,” she crooned. She raised her body off his cock and dropped back down, forcing the head to bump her cervix. He jerked at the feeling of her hot, tight core slamming down on him. The bump at the end sent her muscles into spasms, rippling over his cock. She smiled that knowing smirk and did it again and again, going faster and harder each time. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I love the feel of your hard cock inside my pussy, stroking me. But next time I want you in my ass.” The visual she evoked was his undoing. His wife never let him near her anus. He had fantasized so many times about doing just that, pounding into her ass. He grabbed her hips and helped to speed her thrusts until he slammed her down and held her steady, jerking his hips against hers. He closed his eyes and saw specks of light dancing behind his eyes as he ejaculated into her body. She clenched her vaginal muscles, milking him and extending his orgasm. With a shudder and a groan, he was done, spent, replete.
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She climbed off his lap, removed the condom and tied it before moving to her bag. She pulled out a few baby wipes and cleaned his cock off. Before putting her clothes back on she wiped herself down. She shimmied into her clothing quickly and was watching him with a grin before he was even ready to pull his pants back up. “Come on, baby. I have to get back. Drive me to the diner, please?” She buckled her seat belt and waited for him to drive off. He quickly pulled his pants up and started the car. Before she climbed out of the car she pulled out a business card from her bag and handed it to him. “My number is on there—if you want another ride give me a call first and I can meet you someplace.” With that she opened the door, blew him a kiss and walked off down the sidewalk. He looked at the card, white with only her name and number on it. Destiny. Fuck, he hadn’t even asked her for a name. So, she went by Destiny?
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Chapter Three Joe had waited for as long as he could. He pulled out the now worn and folded card with Destiny’s name on it. He had taken it out of his wallet so many times to just stare at it that it looked years old instead of days. He had pushed the buttons a hundred times before shaking his head and closing his phone. He couldn’t do it again—he had promised himself that he would throw the card out and forget the whole thing. He hadn’t, though. He had tucked the card safely in his wallet. Six days after their last meeting he couldn’t wait any longer. He knew that calling her was wrong, knew that he was going to pay for these visits, but he couldn’t stop himself. With a sigh he pulled out his phone and, even with dread coursing through his body, he dialed the number he had already memorized. As he waited for her to answer his palms started to sweat. He thought through all the things he would have to do to see her tonight. He would have to call the sitter and extend her time to be at his house for the kids. A call to his wife would have to be made. Another set of lies told to his boss. He was digging himself deeper with each passing breath. “Hello?” Destiny’s sultry bedroom voice answered and all thoughts of guilt and consequences fled his mind. “Hi, Destiny. It’s Joe…umm…the guy at the diner?” Shit, what if she met tons of guys from the diner? What if she didn’t recognize his voice? How to explain which one of her clients was calling? He felt sickened by the thought that he was nothing but a client to her, but that was their arrangement. “Hi, baby. I wondered if you’d call me.” Her voice held recognition and a hint of amusement. “Did you want to see me tonight, hon?” “Yes. Please.” He waited. Would she turn him down? He hoped not. He wanted to explore another fantasy with her. She had put the anal sex bug in his ear and now every 18
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time he closed his eyes he envisioned her bent over anything from a chair to a picnic table with him as deep as he could get in her tight ass. “Oh baby, I’d like that. What time were you thinking?” “How about seven? Do you want me to pick you up from the diner?” He was running scenarios of where to take her. He didn’t want to go to the seedy hotel around the corner from the diner, but he would have to pay cash for a room. There was no way he’d use a credit card for this. “That’ll do fine.” She dropped her voice to a husky whisper. “What do you want me to wear for you tonight? I want to look nice for you.” His cock throbbed. That voice could almost send him over the edge with just a few whispers. “Mmm, wear something blue to match your eyes. No underwear, though. I want access to you the minute you slide into my car.” “You are naughty, Joe.” She chuckled and his cock thumped in response. “See you tonight, baby.” She hung up before he could even respond. Well, it was done. Now he had work to get through, some phone calls to make and a few hours of suffering before he could see Destiny again.
***** The hours had dragged, piling guilt and anxiety on his shoulders. He drove to the diner with half a mind to call it off, but the minute he caught sight of her standing just outside the restaurant he knew he wasn’t backing out. Destiny was dressed in a lightblue T-shirt that at first glance looked normal. On a second look he noticed that there were strategic rips up and down the front of the shirt, showing hints of flesh from her neck to her belly. She turned slightly to watch him pull to the curb and he saw a sneak peek of a nipple slide through one of the rips. Holy hell, she was wearing that without a bra. Lust ran through his body so hard that he sucked in a few gasps to still his racing heart.
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He hit the locks and motioned her over to the car. When she opened the door and slid in he noticed the dark-blue lacy skirt she was wearing. It was almost translucent enough that he could see her skin through it. He shifted uncomfortably on the seat, trying to give his cock room to exist. He had been hard for most of the day but he was ready to pound nails after seeing her in that outfit. She leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before smiling. “Hey, baby. Where we going tonight? Back to the parking lot for a little window steaming?” He pulled away from the curb and headed into traffic. He had found a motel about three blocks away that would take cash and not ask questions but looked nicer than the one she frequented. “I got a room at the Sunrise Motel. Figured that was better than the rat motel around the corner.” “Oh, nice. So, what are we doing tonight? A little backdoor action?” He groaned at both the effect her voice had on him and the thought of having her bent over in front of him. He was going to hell for this but at least he was going to be happy. “I so want to plow your ass. When we get to the room I want you to strip and get on the bed on your hands and knees.” “Mmm, sounds like someone’s been thinking about it for a few days. I’ll make it all better. You can climb into me and pound to your heart’s content.” She rubbed her thighs together, humming quietly to herself. “I have a surprise for you when we get there. I figured you for a backdoor bandit.” He mulled over her words as he drove the last couple of minutes. He parked in front of their room and opened the door with shaking hands, thankful he’d gotten one on the first floor. His cock ached, his balls were tight and he was already breathing fast. If he didn’t get a handle on his lust he was going to shoot his wad on her back before he could even get inside her. She sauntered into the room, looking around as if she were sightseeing. Dropping her bag on the floor, she turned to face him before pulling the shirt off over her head. Her breasts bobbed gently as they popped free. Her nipples were already pebbled. She 20
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threw it on the chair and quickly pulled off her skirt. That went onto the chair as well with a quick flick of the wrist. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into the bed, moving so her ass was on display. With a flip of her hair she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. Joe ran his eyes down her body and let out a groan when he finally saw his surprise. She had a bright-blue butt plug snugged in her ass. He couldn’t take his eyes off the view. Smooth plastic nestled between her perfect cheeks. She had prepared herself for him as if she’d known what he would want. “Don’t forget my rules, baby. Put the money on my clothes.” She chuckled as he hissed a curse. She wiggled her ass at him as incentive as he dug into his pocket and pulled out the money. He fanned five twenty-dollar bills and waited for her nod before he folded them and placed them on her discarded clothes. As quickly as he could he shed his clothes, leaving a trail of fabric from the chair to the bed. He couldn’t take the time to pick them up—he needed to be inside her ass. As he climbed on the bed he groaned again. The sight of that plug in her anus was so erotic. He reached out with shaking fingers and wiggled it just to see how snug it was. She dropped her head and moaned. “Do you have a condom, baby?” Her voice was muffled from the bedding she was resting her head on. “Shit, no.” Again he had forgotten. He was more interested in getting his cock in her hot little body than in safety. “I got it.” She slid off the bed and picked up her bag. He was starting to think she had everything in that bag of hers. She fished out a couple of condoms and a tube that she tossed to him. He caught it and grimaced. Lube. Well, she was prepared. She watched him with a smile. She climbed back onto the bed and resumed the position she had taken before. After a moment’s hesitation she glanced over her shoulder at him. Understanding pinched around her eyes. “Baby, you need to pull the plug out, or I can,
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and then you can just slowly enter me. I’m as prepped as I’m going to be—you aren’t going to hurt me.” He nodded his understanding and with sweat-slicked fingers he slowly rotated the plug and pulled on it. She dropped her head again and moaned. He slowly pulled it out and marveled at the girth she had shoved in her ass for him. The plug was easily the size of his cock. He opened the condom and rolled it quickly onto his shaft. He couldn’t wait any longer. Pre-cum was seeping from his cock and his balls were tight to his body. With the lube in his hand, he hesitated again. Damn, he should have done some research so he didn’t feel like a pansy virgin. “Lube me up, baby. Use some on you as well and we’ll get the slipping and sliding going.” Joe took her advice, squeezing lube onto his fingers and rubbing them on her anus. He slipped a finger into it and she moaned again while pushing back against his hand. Mmm, she liked this too. He slicked his cock with more lube and positioned himself at her rosette. With a firm push he felt her muscles relax and he slid in. Her heat hit him first. She was so fucking hot. Then the tightness registered. Holy shit, her ass was so tight. Even with the help of the plug she gripped his cock in a choke hold. When he was balls-deep he took a deep breath and pulled out slowly. He grunted with the effort it took not to pound into her as hard as he could. With his hands firmly wrapped around her hips he pulled her back onto his cock. Fucking A, he wasn’t going to last long. She felt so good, squeezing so tight. The rhythm he started was slow but powerful. Hard and fast in, slow and steady out. He watched her body react, bracing for his strokes, shuddering when he bottomed out. “You like that too, don’t you? You like me in your ass? Oh, it feels so fucking good.” His voice was gravelly. He punctuated his thoughts with harder strokes in and out of her ass. “Something so naughty shouldn’t feel so good.” She cried out just as her muscles clamped harder around his cock. He groaned and thrust faster into her. Three strokes while being strangled by her anal muscles was all 22
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he could take. He emptied himself into the condom while bottomed out inside her body. A shiver racked his body when he pulled out. Joe stood and pulled off the condom, knotted it and pitched it at the garbage can. He watched Destiny as she gingerly climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She scooped up her bag on the way and threw a sensual look at him before closing the door. He dressed while listening to the water running in the sink. Between the motel room and her fee he had spent all the loose cash he had on him, so he would be dropping her off again in a few minutes. His cock stirred with the thought of finding an ATM and getting more money out, but it was too risky. He needed to go home. The door opened to a naked Destiny and his body reacted as if he hadn’t just had an intense orgasm ten minutes previously. His cock filled, pressing against the zipper of his pants. He was addicted, that’s what this was. “That was fun. We should do that again.” She walked calmly to her clothes and started dressing again. She slipped a bra and thong from her bag and added those to her ensemble. When she was dressed she turned to him with that knowing smirk she sported so often and waited for him. He shuffled to the door, embarrassed and unsure what to say. He opened the door and ushered her to his car. He drove her to the diner and watched her walk down the sidewalk without a backward glance. Before she had climbed out she had given him a wink and told him to call her again. He was already planning the next time he could get time to see her.
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Chapter Four “Hey, baby. How are you?” Destiny’s smile came through the phone. “Can I see you today?” Joe needed release. His day had been stressful and he just needed to feel her around him. To get what he wanted without having to pussyfoot around anyone’s feelings. He had a counseling session with his wife that night and he just couldn’t deal with it until he had a handle on his stress. “Sure. When do you want to meet?” “I’m about four blocks from the diner, can I pick you up now?” He knew he sounded desperate, and he was. “I’ll be there waiting.” She ended the call and he breathed a sigh of relief. Ten minutes later he had her in his car and was driving toward the same motel. He had even gotten the same room. She hadn’t talked other than to say hello when she climbed into the car. He was too worked up to start a conversation. “Okay, baby. What do you need Destiny to do for you? You seem awfully tense. Do you want me to rub you and make it all better?” she cooed in that sexy voice and dropped her bag onto a chair. “Get naked and on the bed.” He stalked toward her with animalistic intent. He didn’t have time to watch her be seductive. He needed to be inside her. Destiny undressed quickly, dug through her bag for a moment and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her back and spread her thighs, giving him full access to her bare pussy. She held a condom in her fingers and waited for him to take it. He stripped his clothes off where he stood, rolled the rubber onto his cock and covered her body. He grabbed his cock in one hand to steady his thrust and sheathed himself in her with one hard push. He didn’t want preliminaries or nice slow strokes today. He needed fast and hard. He pulled out until his cock almost popped out of her opening, then slammed 24
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back in, pulling her against him. His hands were wrapped around her hips as anchors, keeping him grounded. He pummeled into her with his head thrown back and eyes closed, almost whimpering at the intensity. This is what he had needed. With a final thrust he bent forward on shaking arms and came so hard his legs shook. Little tremors jolted through him when he pulled out. He backed away from Destiny and chucked the condom into the garbage. He almost felt bad that he had been so fast and probably rough. “Wow, that was intense, Joe. Bad day at work?” The laughter in her voice stripped away any guilt he was feeling. This was what she did for a living, this was what he was supposed to do with her. “Something like that,” he answered. He watched as she dressed quickly. Her movements were sensual even after the sex. “I don’t know if I will see you again after tonight. Not that you were looking for me to call again, but…” She interrupted him with a hand on his shoulder. “Baby, you’ll call when you need me, right? It’s been fun. Let’s get going, I have another client in about thirty minutes.” He grimaced at the reminder but nodded. They drove in silence to the diner. He was sorry to see her go. She kissed him lightly on the cheek before closing the car door behind her. His phone beeped with the calendar entry. One hour until his appointment with his wife. Fuck. He slammed the car into drive and headed toward the other side of the city.
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Chapter Five “Joe, Patty, how are you?” Dr. Michelle Thomas sat behind her desk, staring at them as they sat on a love seat. Joe was already sweating. He didn’t want to be there, hadn’t wanted anything to do with marriage counseling. He grunted at her in response and caught the irritation from Patty. He huffed. Fine, for her he could pretend. “We’re pretty good,” Joe answered for both of them. Patty snaked a hand over Joe’s thigh and he squeezed it with his. No matter what had happened over the last couple of weeks he still loved her more than life itself. “So, how did the roleplaying exercise go?” Michelle sat back and clicked a pen, ready to record any breakthroughs they’d had. “Fine, it went fine,” Joe mumbled. Why did they have to share this shit with her anyway? “Fine as in we did it and hated it, or fine as in we had a fun time with the activity?” She raised her eyebrows and waited. The memories of Destiny and her sexy outfits, the way she’d sucked him off in the men’s bathroom and worn an anal plug to prepare herself for him all cascaded through his mind. He held in a groan but still a sigh escaped his lips. “Fuck. I loved interacting with Destiny, all right? It was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Joe could feel the blush creeping across his face and he stood to pace the room. He hated sharing feelings. “No obligations, doing what I wanted with her—what wasn’t there to like? To be honest I don’t want to give her up.” A chuckle echoed through the room and Joe shivered. His cock stirred. He turned to watch his wife saunter over to him and wrap her arms around him. She pulled his head down to hers and whispered, “Destiny isn’t going anywhere, Joe. She likes her favorite client too much.” 26
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“You didn’t mind playing a role instead of being you? I was so afraid that you were going to hate me for being so different with you when you were Destiny, but I couldn’t help it. You were so fucking hot dressed like that and talking to me in that voice.” He groaned. “I don’t want my kinkiness to come between us.” “Look at me,” Patty demanded. She softened the command with a smile. “I loved being Destiny. It freed something for me as well, allowed me to be sexually open when I didn’t know how to be before.” He wrapped his arms around his loving, tolerant, sexy-as-hell wife and kissed her hard on the mouth. He rubbed his cock against her belly and moaned when she giggled in that sexy voice. He pinched her on the ass and turned the two of them toward Michelle. He noted the happy grin on her face. “Yeah, Destiny isn’t going anywhere. I have to say, this roleplaying activity was by far the best thing that has happened to us. What’s next on the agenda, doc?” “Well, seeing the whole prostitute thing went so well for you guys I was thinking perhaps you could try another form of roleplay. Either with Patty as herself or as Destiny. Maybe this time Patty could suggest the game. That way, Joe, you don’t have to feel like you are the only one with a kinky side. What do you both think?” He watched Dr. Thomas swivel in her expensive leather chair. “You can discuss your ideas once you leave. I’m sure you both have some fantasies you’d like to play out. Destiny seems to have whetted your appetites for roleplay. Now, let’s chat for a few minutes and then call it a night.” They spent a few minutes finishing up their appointment before walking to their cars, hand in hand. He couldn’t keep his thoughts off Patty and what she’d done for him. He wanted to take her against her car and listen to her moan raunchy things into the night. “Hmm, I think I know what I want to try next.” He turned to his wife and watched Patty lean forward. A shiver of anticipation shot down his spine. She blew her whisper across his ear. “How about you tie me to the bed before forcing me to want you. The
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idea of being restrained has me all hot and wet. What do you think? Think you can take me while I’m tied down, maybe gagged and blindfolded?” Joe’s cock twitched at the thought. He’d do anything she wanted as long as she kept talking to him in that husky, sexy-as-hell voice. Tying Patty or Destiny to a bed while he fucked her should definitely be on the list of things to try. He turned to his wife and pulled her flush against his chest. “I am so glad you talked me into coming to these sessions with you. Promise me the next time you feel me pulling away you’ll drag me in for more of these, okay?” “No worries, baby. Destiny and I will keep you on your toes.” Patty smiled, a combination of the smirk he was coming to know as her Destiny side and the smile he had seen grace her lips for the past eleven years of marriage. He couldn’t wait to try some of the other kinky things he had planned—maybe he would even call Destiny on his drive home.
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About Lea Barrymire Between the frenzied hours of morning and bedtime I work from home and keep my three feral children from setting the house on fire. My husband can usually be found pushing them back into the fray as I referee our day to day lives. My life is fueled by mocha lattes, chocolate, reading and snuggling with my husband. After the sun goes down I write hot and sexy romances set in other worlds or other times. Aliens, vampires and werewolves, oh my. My characters tend to write the books for me while I sit back and laugh or cry as their stories pour from my fingers. Sometimes the females conquer the day and sometimes they bend their will to a dominant male. In the end it doesn’t matter because the characters always find love.
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