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Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 4 Seduction

Chapter 1 Rude Awakening

Chapter 4 Seduction

    

     “I want this to be pleasant for both of us.  Shower. Fix your face and hair.  There’s lingerie in the top drawer. Pick out something sexy.  I’ll open a bottle of wine and catch the last innings of the Sox and Anaheim,” said Mike before leaving Stacy alone in the large bedroom.

     “Thank you, Lieutenant Cabreeze,” said Stacy looking around at the furnishings.  She was in an apartment complex near campus.  It was clean and well furnished.  Stacy noticed it didn’t look lived in.

     “Mike, let’s drop the Lieutenant.  We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Come here,” said Mike gesturing for Stacy to step closer.

     I can do this said Stacy stepping into the Lieutenant’s embrace.  He’s actually damn good looking.  I’ve always had a thing for Italian men.  They’re so masculine and handsome.  And for that matter I have no choice.  I owe him and I’ll do everything I can to please him.  Tomorrow I can go on my way free as a bird.  I’ll never shop in a department store as lone as I live.

     Stacy wrapped her arms around Mike’s broad shoulders and they embraced for a long lingering kiss.

     “That was a very good kiss,” said Mike when it ended.  “Now, make yourself beautiful for me.  But don’t take too long.  I’m a little anxious.  Can’t you tell?”

     “Yes,” said Stacy conscious of the hard object pressing against her belly

 

***

    

     “Wow, molta bella,” said Mike appreciatively as Stacy entered the room.  She was wearing a white nightgown and peignoir. 

     “It’s beautiful,’ said Stacy referring to the gown.  Stacy had noted it was an upscale designer brand. It had never been worn.  She’d had to remove the tags. She was slightly embarrassed the top was sheer and her breasts were on display.  A matching panty barely covered her sex.  There was even a pair of white scuffs.  Stacy was glad she’d treated herself to a manicure and pedicure while visiting the mall. 

      “It’s beautiful on you.  The wine’s Australian but they make an awesome chardonnay,” said Mike pouring Stacy a glass.

      “Thank you, it’s good,” said Stacy taking a sip.  “Is this your place?”

      “Not hardly, it belongs to a fellow officer who’s between wives,” said Mike.  “He’s in Vegas for a week, lucky guy.  His girl friend models lingerie.  You’re wearing one of her samples.  But you look better in it than her.”

     “Thank you,” said Stacy.

      Stacy had noticed Mike was wearing a wedding band.  He had removed his jacket and tie while she was changing.  Stacy chased out of her mind she would be having sex with a married man.  Something she had sworn she would never do.

      “Sit here by me.  It’s almost over.  The Angels are winning.  You a Sox fan?” said Mike putting his arm around Stacy’s shoulder and drawing her closer.

      “From birth, my grandfather had season tickets.  Now daddy has them.  They’ll be mine next,” said Stacy leaning against Mike hoping the wine would help her relax.

      “Where are they?”

      “Third row, behind and to the right of the batter,” said Stacy nuzzling into Mike.

      “Season tickets to the Sox, I should divorce my wife and marry you,” said Mike.

      “Have you been married long,” asked Stacy curious about Mike’s family?  Being with a married man or any man for that matter was a new experience for her.

      “Twelve years, month after next, two kids, Mike Junior is almost twelve.  Condom broke one night in the back of my patrol car and next thing I knew, Connie and I were engaged.  Callie, Calistra, is ten.  Want to see?” asked Mike reaching for his wallet.

      “Handsome boy, he looks like you,” said Stacy admiring the photo.  A smiling Mike Junior was dressed in a soccer uniform.

      “And here’s daddy’s girl.  She’s got me wrapped around her little finger,” said Mike flipping over the wallet photos.   It was a picture of a very serious looking girl dressed for her first Holy Communion.

      “Beautiful child, gorgeous hair,” said Stacy.  Opposite Callie’s photo there was a picture of Mike and a blonde woman Stacy assumed was Connie.  They looked like they were on a cruise.

      “You have a beautiful family,” said Stacy as Mike put his wallet away.

      “Thanks, family is very important to me.  Every day in my line of work, I see what happens when family members don’t take care of one another.  Sometimes it can get to you.”

      “Thank for helping me, Mike,” said Stacy raising her lips to his.

      They progressed slowly from kisses to caresses. Stacy put her hand on the back of Mike’s head when he attacked her breasts through the sheer fabric.  His wet warm mouth teased her nipples while his hand strayed down between her legs.  She relaxed and spread her thighs when his hand reached her sex.

    Stacy had thought it would be difficult if not impossible to make love to a man she barely knew.  As a young girl, she’d romanticized that only when she really cared about someone would she be able to put her whole being into making love.  But real life was not working out like she had imagined. 

     When Mike had made his proposition, Stacy had pictured a few minutes of mechanical sex in the back of the car.  He’ll come in me and it will be over.  He’d blackmailed her into having sex?  Cops did that sort of thing.  Stacy vaguely recalled a recent story in the Boston Globe about a state policeman who pulled girls over driving home after an evening of clubbing in Boston.  He gave them a choice, DUI arrest or oral sex.  Hundreds had come forth after his arrest to admit they’d performed orally with the officer. 

     This should be much tougher than it is thought Stacy as she opened her legs to allow Mike’s hand to travel up her leg to press against her sex.  His fingers pressed gently between her labia, causing her breath to quicken and a feeling of warmth to fill her groin.  Involuntarily, she pressed her sex against his fingers signaling her eagerness for his touch.

    “You are so beautiful,” said Mike raising his head and looking into her eyes.  He slipped the strap of the gown off her shoulder pushing it down to uncover her breast.

    “Thank you,” said Stacy.

    “And these are very special,” said Mike gently licking Stacy’s nipple with the tip of his tongue.

    Stacy relaxed back into the couch as Mike’s mouth sucked her nipple and his hand stroked her panty-covered sex.  Stacy slipped the other strap off her shoulder to expose her other breast.

     “Close your eyes.  Take long slow breaths.  Let me get you off, gorgeous,” whispered Mike his passion building as he knelt between her legs and reached for the waistband of her panty.

     “Oh yes,” moaned Stacy raising her hips to help Mike slipped her panty down her legs. 

     “Scoot down, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come,” said Mike pushing Stacy’s legs further apart as she willingly complied with his request.  Her sex was positioned on the edge of the couch. Mike was between her legs.

     “Oh that’s wonderful,” gasped Stacy as Mike’s tongue passed over her clitoris.

     “You are an exceptionally beautiful girl with a killer body.  I want you to relax and let me do all the work,” said Mike pressing his fingers into her vaginal opening. 

     Stacy sensed how wet her sex had become by the ease Mike’s finger slipped inside her opening. Mike’s tongue was tracing circles around her clitoris as his fingers slowly moved in and out her vaginal opening.  Instinctively, Stacy captured her nipples in her fingers and pulled them out as she pressed them flat.  The slight pain heightened her sensitivity to Mike’s efforts. 

     “I’m going to climax.  I can’t stop myself,” said Stacy her breath coming quicker as she felt the muscles in her vagina begin a series of involuntary contractions.

     “Just let it happen,” said Mike as he pressed the pad of his saliva covered finger against her anus and pressed inward.

     The anal stimulation overwhelmed Stacy’s efforts to delay her orgasm.  She sounded a sharp cry as Mike’s finger slipped past her sphincter.  Her abdominal muscles contracted as she placed her hand on the back of Mike’s head pushing it hard against her vagina.  He sucked hard on her clitoris as his fingers probed inside her convulsing vagina.  Stacy’s legs came together squeezing Mike’s head as she lost control turning and twisting her body in response to the waves of pleasure sweeping over her.

     It was several seconds before Stacy was able to speak.  “That was awesome.  Thank you, Mike.  I never knew sex could be that incredible.”  She leaned down and kissed his lips tasting her own sex.

     “You are one very sensual and exciting woman,” said Mike. “Let’s go in the bedroom.  This time you get to do all the work.”


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