When we last left Wonderslut and the Piston, their clients John and Paula were dressed in each other's clothing -- Paula in one of John's suits and John in nothing but Paula's apron. Felicity had donned the crotchless costume of a French maid, and Jason was disguised as the pizza delivery guy. All in a day's work.
While Jason and Paula recovered from what sounded like really great orgasms, Felicity continued sliding her lips up and down John's erection. With him standing in the middle of the kitchen, Felicity had had to duck under John's apron, and it now fluttered around her head. He had a nice cock. Not overly long but thick and with a prominent head. She could swallow a great deal of it, which gave him a lot of pleasure, if the groans and moans coming from him were any indication. She used her free hand to stroke his balls. Very lightly. After all, with some things you had to make a slow acquaintance.
In the normal course of sex, John would come soon. In the normal ways of Wonderslut, she'd be riding him when he did. But she had a different plan for this couple. It would probably leave her unsatisfied, but c'est la guerre.
Felicity clutched John's cock in her hand and ducked out from under his apron long enough to figure out what the other two had been up to since they'd come loudly together. Paula now sat on the kitchen table with her legs hanging over the side. Jason had taken a seat in one of the nearby chairs and now had his fingers buried in her muff. The goofy expression on Paula's face said a world of how good what Jason was doing to her felt. His hand kept moving, moving in a way that made Felicity experience friction against her own clit.
Felicity kept pumping John as she watched Paula's eyes drift closed. "Wouldn't you like some of this, Mr. King of His Castle?"
"Hm?" John asked.
"Not you," Felicity said. "Paula, your wife. Actually, your husband. You remember the game, right?"
"Hm?" John repeated. He probably wasn't processing information any more clearly than his wife was right now. Both of them had approached the breaking point, but she was going to have to get their attention if she hoped to complete this mission any time soon. Honestly, the faster she could finish with John and Paula, the faster she could get back to the Slutgrotto. With Jason.
"So, Paula, wouldn't you like some of this?" Felicity said.
"Um...yes?" Paula answered.
Jason diddled her some more. "You're in charge here, husband. Don't just ask for what you want. Demand it."
"Yes, I want it. Oh man, I want it. Now."
"Whatever you say, dearest," John said. Felicity released him, and he went directly to his wife, spread her thighs, and placed his tool at the entrance to her toolbox. When she wrapped her legs around him, he began some vigorous thrusting. Most likely Paula had learned her lesson, but whether she had or not, Felicity needed to get out of here to someplace where she could get Jason alone for a few minutes.
She went to where John was plugging away inside Paula and stared down into the woman's face. "You've learned a lesson tonight, right?"
Paula's eyes were closed, and her face was twisted with passion.
"Right?" Felicity repeated.
"Right, right, sure...oooh, um...just go away," Paula answered.
Felicity grabbed Paula's face, squishing her mouth into a circle. "I'll go away when I'm convinced you won't go back to being a prude when we leave."
Damn, why did she have to be dealing with this woman? Paula was getting exactly what Felicity needed, but Felicity still had to take care of business.
"So tell me," Felicity said. "Have you learned your lesson, or do I have to stick around to keep asking you questions?"
"Learned!" Paula shouted. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh. Oh!"
John came right after his wife. He thrust like crazy a few more times and then stiffened as a shout burst out of him. After a minute, he collapsed on top of his wife, nearly toppling them off the table.
"Our work here is done," Felicity declared. "Let's go."
She and Jason gathered up all their things and made their way to the door, leaving John and Paula moaning and gasping for breath behind them. As they walked toward the Slutmobile, the cool outside air washed over Felicity. Though her usual Wonderslut costume didn't provide a lot of warmth, it did a better job than the French maid's outfit. The crotchless French maid's outfit. That ought to put a wet blanket on her libido, but in truth, nothing was going to give her any relief before she could get Jason someplace private. Walking, or better teetering, on the spiky heels across a gravel driveway, took way longer than she would have wanted. When she went to the passenger side of the Slutmobile, Jason's eyebrows went up.
"You're letting me drive?" he asked.
"I'm in no condition to do it."
He gave her an evil grin. "Now, why would that be?"
"Don't ask questions. Just get inside and drive." She climbed into the passenger seat.
Jason slid behind the wheel and started the engine. Somehow, she'd never noticed before that the motor vibrated. Well, it didn't, really. The engine was as smooth and as strong as cafe mocha. But in her state, anything moving against her bottom and between her legs could get her attention. The lack of a crotch on the costume didn't help matters. In fact, the leather seat was getting damp. She moved first one way and then the other, trying to find a comfortable position, but that only made matters worse.
Jason glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes and then bit down on his lower lip to stifle a grin.
"What?" she demanded.
He widened his eyes, doing his best to look innocent. His best wasn't nearly good enough to fool her, despite her mental state. Out of pure frustration, she pounded him on the upper arm.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
She didn't answer but stared out the windshield, seething. He knew damned well what was wrong with her, and he was enjoying himself over it. She'd take out her irritation on him, but good, when they got back to the Slutgrotto.
"You seem restless," Jason said. "Is that seat uncomfortable?"
"You ought to know. You've sat in it often enough."
"True, and usually, it feels great."
"Well it doesn't feel great right now." She crossed her arms over her chest. Of course, that pushed her boobs upward. Jason glanced at them quickly and then looked away.
"Want a little help with what's bugging you?" he asked.
"I don't want a little anything." She wanted a great, big something, and Jason had better manage that the moment they got home or she might have to use her ray on him. No, not that. Both of them had to trust that whatever he did was wholly of his own choice and ability. No magic. No manipulation.
"You sure?" He snaked his hand between her thighs and up toward her pussy. He encountered moisture, of course. "Poor thing. You really are horny."
"Work always makes me that way," she said. "I can take it."
"You're sure about that, are you?" His fingers burrowed between the lips of her sex and rubbed right up against the most sensitive part.
She bit down on her lip, but a yip escaped, anyway. This was so not fair. All she wanted was a good fucking, and he was going to make her come while they flew over suburbia somewhere. Oh, hell, no. She pushed his hand away. "Thanks but no thanks."
Jason chuckled. "You're being a baby, you know that?"
She gave him the stare of death. He'd laughed, had he? He was sure as hell smiling like a smug bastard. "The punk kid I took under my wing has no place calling me a baby."
"I might have been a kid when I came to work for you, but you've made a man out of me."
"That's the whole point, genius," she said. "I want a real lover, not a finger-fuck quickie."
"And you need a real man for that."
"Right," she said. "You know where I can find one?"
The brilliance of his smile didn't dim in the least. "I'm not taking the bait, Felicity."
"I'm not baiting you, punk. Just drive."
Sheesh. The way this conversation was going, she wouldn't want sex with him when they did get back to the Slutgrotto, whenever the hell that would happen. The gps hardly seemed to be moving, even though the Slutmobile's jet engines were roaring right along. Probably her imagination. One way or another, she was going to get home without giving his teasing the dignity of letting him watch her have an orgasm against the leather seat. Or rather, the lack of dignity, as the case might be. Oh, hell's bells.
"I tell you what," he said. "How about I find a good place to land for a few minutes?"
"Taking pity on me, punk?"
"You're never a pity fuck, Felicity. I hope you know that." He got that serious light in his eyes - the one she usually tried to discourage. Having sex with each other was one thing in their business. Emotional attachments were something else altogether. Neither of them could afford to start feeling as if the other one belonged to them. She cared for the guy in her own scratch-my-back-and-I'll-scratch-yours sort of way. She could manage that while keeping things light. He had to learn to do the same.
Before she could deliver that lecture…again…he banked the Slutmobile and began a descent toward a field in the middle of a bunch of other fields with not much else around. Who in hell knew where they were? She sure hadn’t been paying attention to their flight plan. The scenery might not resemble a great location for some hot and fast sex, but at least it offered privacy. As long as he could land the plane without tipping them over into a pile of cow patties.
He found a road between two fields - narrow but paved - and landed smoothly. When the jet engine died and the regular motor kicked in, he turned onto a gravel path that led to a clump of trees. With even the starlight blocked out by branches up above and no nearby streetlights, only the Slutmobile’s headlights provided any illumination. It’d be enough for them to find their way around, and this wasn’t going to take long enough to drain the battery.
Now that relief was on its way, Felicity could take her time to enjoy some anticipation. As Jason climbed out of the Slutmobile and went around to the trunk, she got out and stretched her legs. He’d draped a couple of blankets over one arm and slid his other arm around her shoulders to guide her to the base of a tree.
They snuggled down into the blankets like a pair of nesting birds. With Jason still in his pizza delivery costume, he only had to unzip his pants and push them and his shorts over his hips before he could settle himself between her legs and drive himself inside her. And man-oh-man did he make the wait worth it. Her muscles clenched around him, savoring the friction.
What was that song? Yeah, Nobody Does It Better. No one did it better than her sidekick, and as the blood rushed in her ears and the world retreated, Jason moved faster. And harder. And deeper. Her poor clit, which had so craved contact, now jostled with every thrust. When she could not take any more, when his grunts said that he was ready to lose control, she surrendered to her the orgasm that had started gathering somewhere in the sky over John and Paula‘s house.
She let out a howl as her pussy did the happy all around Jason’s member. He came right after her, master fucker that he was. After endless seconds of pure heaven, they lay in a heap, both of them breathing hard. She found enough strength to stroke his hair as a huge sigh escaped her chest. She was definitely going to have to give this man a raise.
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