A Talent for Surrender (7 page)

He was a dangerous man and a courageous one too. In one programme about naturists he’d spent the entire hour naked. As his own producer and director, Jo knew he could have insisted that the cameras shot him only from the waist up to preserve his dignity. Yet he allowed his body to be seen freely, indicating to his subjects and the viewer alike that he was entering into the spirit of things.

In one of the excerpts he’d received a Brazilian wax, the camera lingering over every detail of the process in vivid close-up.

Not that he had anything to be ashamed of on that score. His chest was surprisingly muscular for such a slender man and he had the solid shapely legs of a rugby player. His belly was flat and hard with an obvious six-pack and a trail of dark hairs leading down to paradise. His cock was thick and long and had a pleasing soft curve to it as it lay over his balls.

She found herself wondering if it grew much when he was hard because you never could tell. Sometimes a cock that was only a chipolata when flaccid would surprise you by turning into a python when roused. Likewise a promising package might barely grow at all. She closed her eyes and imagined a naked Dan looking down at her with his erection standing out purple and proud in front of him. Her belly seemed to turn watery and her nipples stiffened and tingled.

After Madame Cyn’s party Dan went home with Sarah, his co-producer and ‘fuck-buddy’. The term was Sarah’s own. A middle-class public schoolboy like Dan would never have called a woman who was generous enough to sleep with him anything so derogatory. But Sarah was American; a loud down-to-earth New Yorker who was outspoken, direct and often foulmouthed. A tough Jewish broad was how she described herself.

Half the crew were scared of her and she used their fear to her full advantage. Dan was happy to let Sarah play the dragon because it got results and freed him up to concentrate on the creative side. They were a good team at work and away from it, and they spent so much of their time together that the sexual side of their relationship had just sort of evolved.

It was friendly and undemanding and without strings. If they were both at a loose end they’d end up in bed together, and in the morning neither of them had to feel guilty, or make any promises they didn’t want to keep. But that didn’t mean it lacked passion. Sarah knew Dan better than anyone and vice versa.

Between the sheets she was as demanding, earthy and loud as she was at work, except that she nurtured a deep attachment to receiving erotic pain and verbal abuse. Dan knew she’d have died rather than let their colleagues know about her private preferences. Likewise, he could imagine their looks of wide-eyed shock if they knew how hard and excited he got when Sarah was bossy with him and demanded orgasm after orgasm without even thinking of giving him his turn.

As he sat in the passenger seat beside Sarah the fly of his trousers was damp from pre-come and his cock was tingling. Unconsciously, he stroked his crotch with the heel of his thumb.

Sarah laughed. ‘There’s no need to ask you if the evening turned you on. It was something, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes. It was certainly interesting.’

‘Yeah . . . it was so “interesting” that my clit ached the whole time and I’m sitting here in a puddle.’ She smiled at Dan.

‘I think the project’s going to be much harder than I thought.’

‘You’re right about that. You looked hard to me most of the evening.’ She glanced at his crotch.

‘A lot of the time anyway. I don’t know what I’m going to do if it keeps happening.’ He looked at Sarah as she drove. She was frowning slightly, trying to focus though the dark. Her jet-black hair was cut into an elegant full bob that swung to her shoulders.

‘You seemed to cope pretty well, making a joke of it like you usually do. But maybe you should do what teenage boys do before they go on a date, to keep their minds out of their pants . . .’

‘What’s that?’

‘You know . . . don’t tell me English boys don’t do it. They masturbate. It’s supposed to make them more relaxed. You could have a quick one in the loo before each take.’

‘Good idea. I don’t suppose you’d like to volunteer to help me out, would you?’ Dan’s eyes travelled downwards. Sarah’s plain wrap dress clung to her curves and revealed several inches of deep golden cleavage. ‘Strictly for the sake of the film, of course.’

‘I don’t remember reading that in my job description. We’re here.’ Sarah parked outside her house. ‘Come on. I’m so horny it hurts.’

Sarah let them into the house and headed straight up the stairs. Dan followed, watching her plump buttocks twitch under the soft jersey fabric of her dress. Her figure was curvy and feminine, her legs long and shapely. Dan could see the soft arc of her calf bisected by the seam of her nylons and the taper of her ankle before it disappeared beneath the suede heel of her shoe.

Dan closed the bedroom door. Sarah was standing by the bed with her hands on her hips, smiling. Her brown eyes glistened in the light and her lips were slightly parted, revealing her perfect American teeth. Dan could see her chest heaving as she breathed.

‘Why don’t you take my clothes off for me?’ Her voice was throaty and deep.

‘I’ll tear them off with my teeth if you like.’

Dan walked over to Sarah. He ran the tip of one finger down her chest and between her breasts. She sighed softly.

‘Don’t you dare . . . this dress cost me a fortune.’

She caught Dan’s wrist and slid his hand under the top of her dress. Dan cupped her breast, massaging it through the sheer silk of her bra. His cock tingled. He bent to kiss her throat. He drank in the warm womanly scent of her skin. She moaned.

Dan could feel his cock thickening. A slow shiver slid down his spine. He gave Sarah’s neck a final kiss. He found the ties at the side of her dress and began to undo them with trembling fingers. He pulled the dress open and found another tie on the inside. He undid it and slid the dress off over her shoulders. Sarah executed a little shimmy, shaking her body and making her ample bosoms tremble, and the dress slipped off and pooled around her feet.

Underneath she was wearing a sheer lacy bra through which the swollen dark tips of her nipples were clearly visible. Dan was surprised to discover that she was wearing tights. When he’d seen the seams up the back of her legs he’d assumed that they were stockings. The tights were darker at the top, like a pair of knickers, and underneath she was naked. The neatly trimmed triangle of her pubes was clearly visible.

Dan stroked the curve of her belly with his fingertips then turned his hand and cupped her crotch. Sarah gasped. It was hot and damp and soft in his palm. He ran the tip of his fingers along the groove between her lips and he could feel the moisture welling there.

‘You’re already wet,’ Dan’s whispered.

‘I told you, I’ve been wet all evening. I need to come.’ Sarah laid her hand over Dan’s, pressing his fingers against her crotch.

‘You always need to come.’ He slid his hand away and she sighed in disappointment. He reached behind her and unclipped her bra. He pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms. Her breasts swung free. Her nipples were hard and dark. Dan’s cock twitched. He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs across the tips. He bent his head and put his mouth close to her ear. He whispered, ‘You’re such a . . .’

‘Don’t tease me. Say it. You know what I want.’ Sarah’s voice was urgent and excited.

‘You’re such a slut.’ Dan squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger. ‘You’re a dirty sexy slut who’s obsessed with cock and you want to come all the time.’ His balls ached. His erection was trapped painfully inside his underwear.

His mouth was millimetres away from her ear. He could feel her hair on his face. He could smell her skin. He pulled hard on her nipples, stretching and elongating her breasts.

Sarah let out a long moan of pleasure and pain. ‘I need to come now.’ The tone of her voice left Dan in no doubt that she expected to be obeyed.

He laughed softly. ‘You need to learn to be patient . . .’ He slid to his knees and pulled down her tights. He rolled them down slowly over her thighs. As he uncovered her crotch he could see the moisture on her lips gleaming in the light. Dan’s heart was thumping. His crotch ached.

She had an hourglass figure that had always reminded Dan of Hollywood actresses of the 1950s like Jane Russell or Ava Gardner. She looked strong and powerful and all woman. He leaned forwards and laid a hand on each of her hips. He brought his face to her crotch and inhaled deeply. He opened his mouth and tongued the top of her cleft, finding her clit. Her body juddered. He laid a tender kiss on her pussy then sat back on his heels, looking up into her face.

Dan took off his glasses. He folded them and put them into his shirt pocket then unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers. He pulled the tails out of his trousers and tossed it aside. He stood up and unzipped his fly. He pushed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, pausing to undo his shoes and kick them off. He straightened up, naked.

His cock was standing out in front of him, hard and purple. He could feel the blood pumping under the skin. Sarah took his hand and pulled him over to the bed.

She sat down then lay back and put her feet on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs. Dan gave his cock a long slow stroke. He sighed as the foreskin slid over his helmet and back. He dropped to his knees.

‘I’m not quite sure what it is you want me to do.’ He stroked her thighs with his fingertips and her body quivered.

She raised herself up on one elbow. ‘Stop teasing. I want an orgasm and I want it now.’

Sarah’s lips were swollen and dark. The cleft between them was purple and glistening. Her clit stood out, engorged and obvious.

‘That’s the trouble with you –’ he ran his tongue along the length of her pussy, making her gasp ‘– you want it all and you want it now. You’re a filthy, cock-hungry slut who’s obsessed with her own cunt.’ He covered her clit with his open mouth and circled it with the tip of his tongue.

He felt Sarah’s body stiffen. He could taste her salty moisture. His mouth slid against her slippery flesh. Dan’s cock was rigid.

Dan spread her lips with his fingers and lapped at her clit. Sarah was moaning and gasping. Blood throbbed in his ears. His balls ached.

Sarah’s clit was hard and tense in his mouth. He reached up and found a nipple. He pinched it, twisting and pulling. She let out a long animal roar and arched her back. Delicious tingles travelled up his nape and over his scalp like ghostly fingertips.

He squeezed her nipple. Sarah moaned and thrashed. He wrapped his free hand round her hip and held onto her. Dan sucked on her clit and flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip. Sarah began to rock her hips. He matched her rhythm. Her pussy felt hot and slippery. Her clit twitched in his mouth.

He gave Sarah’s nipple a final pinch and slid his hand back down between her legs. He slid two fingers inside her. He pressed his fingertips hard into her G-spot and she raised her bottom off the bed, gasping and panting. His cock was pumped with blood and heat.

He slid in a third finger and fucked her slowly as he sucked on her clit. Sarah’s hips pumped, rubbing her crotch against his eager face. He lapped at her hot cunt. He could feel her muscles gripping his fingers.

Hot breath gushed down his nose as he licked her. He was tingling all over. His cock was on fire.

Sarah’s body had begun to buck. The bed creaked and squealed. Dan held onto her hip. He pressed his face against her crotch, sucking on her clit. Her muscles gripped his fingers, hard as iron.

‘I’m going to come . . . I’m going to come . . .’ Her voice was high and urgent.

She began to wail. She ground her crotch against Dan’s mouth. Her clit danced in his mouth. Her muscles gripped his fingers. His cock was rigid and tingling. Prickles of excitement slid down his spine.

The bed squeaked and shook. He struggled to keep his grip on her as she came. He kept his mouth fastened over her clit, sucking the orgasm out of her. He pressed the tips of his fingers against her G-spot. She sobbed and mewled. Her body was rigid and trembling.

As soon as her muscles began to soften Dan released her. He slid out his fingers and gave her clit a final kiss. Sarah lifted her head off the bed and looked down at him.

‘What are you going to do now?’ She sounded weak and exhausted.

‘I’m going to fuck you.’ He climbed onto the bed and Sarah slid across and lay on her back with her legs spread wide. He wrapped his fist around his cock and slowly stroked it. The tip was shiny and slippery.

He shuffled forwards until he was between her parted thighs. He put a hand under each of her buttocks and lifted her up until her crotch was level with his erection. He used one hand to position himself and rolled up his hips, pushing into her. He sighed as he entered her. She felt fiery hot and soft and wet.

Smudged mascara stained her face. Her normally sleek hair was messy and matted. Her nipples were thick and dark. Dan lifted her legs up over his shoulders and wrapped his arms round her thighs.

His body was rigid with excitement. He was tingling all over. He moved his hips, sliding in and out of her hot cunt. The out-stroke was long and delicious and slow. He could feel her muscles squeezing him. On the in-stroke his foreskin slid back, revealing the tip of his cock so that it prickled with pleasure and sensitivity. Heat and pleasure coursed through his bloodstream.

Sara slid her right hand between her legs and began to stroke her clit. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open slightly and Dan could see that her lips were puffy and dark. Now and again, he would get a glimpse of her glistening pink tongue between her perfect teeth.

The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall. Sarah was rocking her hips, bringing up her crotch to meet his thrusts. Her breasts wobbled. Dan’s arms were wrapped around her thighs. He could feel the tension building in his gut. Where the back of her thighs slid against his body he was slick with sweat.