"Charlotte Lambert, will you be quick and get your caramel ass back in here! The movie is about to begin girl!" I heard my best friend whine as I exited the bathroom.

"What are you now, the bathroom monitor? I didn't know that I was on a timer?" I uttered to her in annoyance as I strolled into the colorful and spacious living room. "You are so fucking impatient, bitch. I wasn't even gone for five minutes, and you're already whining."

Snatching the popcorn from her greasy hands, I said with a chuckle, "And I am also aware that you watched this movie already. So you better not narrate. I hate that shit."

Clutching her chest and gazing at me, she retorted in mocked innocence, "Me? I don't do that," then she cracked up into laughter. When she observed my thoughtful demeanor, she mumbled, "Well it's not as if you'll be watching the film anyways, Charlotte, you spend most of your time on that phone, either looking at old photos or waiting on a call from David that's never going to come."

"I do not!" I declared trying to justify myself.

"Oh, but you do Charlotte. The reality of your situation is this, for three years you and David were in a relationship. You did everything for him. And when I say everything, that's what I meant. Then he turned around and cheated on you," she remarked.

Staring at her, I remarked miserably, "I loved him, Gretch. I loved him so much. What did I do wrong? And why did I ignore those red flags?"

She glanced at me in what appeared to be bemusement then stated, "You ignored them because you were too caught up in the lies that he had weaved for your eyes."

"By your facial expression, I can see that you think that I'm gullible and stupid?"

Shaking her head, she acknowledged, "No, I wasn't thinking that. In my opinion, you were excessively dedicated to this guy, Charlotte. You positioned him on a pedestal. Hence, making you blind to everyone around you."

I remained silent for a moment attempting to gather my thoughts then admitted, "I convinced myself that I was imagining it all. The late nights at the office could have been his way of wanting to get ahead in the company. He claimed that the unexpected business trips were just his boss' way of coaching him for a promotion. In addition to that, he said the hushed phone calls at odd hours of the night were just him consoling his buddy who was going through a distressing relationship."

Holding my head in my hands, I continued to disclose my dilemma, "How could I have been so blind, Gretchen? I bent over backward for him. And this is the gratitude that I received."

We both sighed softly in reflection, "Look at me, Char," at that moment, she reached up and tucked a strand of my shoulder-length brunette hair behind my ear, then told me, "I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings or put blame on you, amiga, rest assured."

"I know you weren't."

"But you need to socialize again. You've become a recluse. It's been almost six months since your break-up, and all you ever do is sulk, go to work then go back home, subsequently repeating the process."

Cupping my face she advised me with concern, "You need to begin thinking about yourself, sis, get your life back in order as of now. Stop declining dates and such, no one says that you have to fuck anyone. Unless you want to," she said with a mischievous grin. "But go out and mingle, even if it's by yourself. Smile more and eat, please. I'm telling you this as a friend, try to move on with your life. Okay?"

Straightening my posture, I gazed at the woman who has always been there for me and responded with delight, "Okay Gretchen, I'd begin a new chapter and see where faith leads me."

Beaming with exhilaration, we both stood and did a little dance around each other, then hugged in excitement. "I knew you could do it, bitch. It took you a while to get here, but you've arrived. And I'm so proud of you! Now in light of this situation, I'd appreciate it if we could celebrate by sitting our asses on this comfortable sofa and watching the movie. Deal?"

"Deal."

"And I promise not to narrate the movie," she made a brief pause then added, "at least not today."

Embracing for a moment, I kissed her rosy cheeks just as a knock was heard at the door, "Have a seat, and I'll get it. It must be our food."

TWO WEEKS LATER

As I was awaiting the elevator with three other employees after work one Friday, I heard my name being called, but chose to dismiss it. No one was about to make me late for my pedicure. This entire week something or someone has delayed my appointment. But not today. My toes have been crying out for some TLC. Again I heard my name being called, but this time a lot nearer.

"Shit, come on, come on," I begged the elevator to open. Just then, it did and we all tried to step in. The root word "tried" because as I passed the threshold, I felt a hand encircle my upper arm and gently pulled me out of the elevator. Twirling around in annoyance, I was confronted by my boss' father, the owner of the company's security firm. Fuck, he was lip-biting, finger-me-in-public, spank-my-pussy, panty-wet gorgeous.

"Ms. Lambert, didn't you hear me calling you?" Mr. Shepherd questioned with mild curiosity.

"I did," I answered absentmindedly as I turned around just in time to observe the elevator doors closing. "Fuck me."

He gazed at me with a raised eyebrow then smirked, "I'm sorry to disturb your evening, Ms. Lambert, but it seems as if you dropped these," glancing at his large outstretched hand, it revealed a bunch of keys.

"Those aren't mine, Mr. Shepherd."

Bringing the keys closer to his face so that he can read the information, he further inquired, "then I presume there must be another Charlotte Lambert in this building who resides at 14 Avenue on Park Street. I'd just carry them to the lost and found at the front desk. When the owner realizes that it's misplaced, she may return to the department. Sorry that I made you miss the previous elevator, Ms. Lambert, but it looks like another one has just arrived," he then turned to leave.

"Wait!" I blurted out and again turned to watch as the elevator doors closed without me being inside.

He just turned around and stared at me without saying anything. I stepped nearer to him and mumbled softly, "Those are mine."

Silently staring at me with curious hazel eyes, he inquired tenderly, "Why did you deny your keys, Ms. Lambert?"

Inspecting beyond his shoulders, I bit my lower lip in embarrassment without responding.

"Is your reason plausible, Ms. Lambert?" Mr. Shepherd inquired.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhaled loudly in defeat. Why does he have to be so goddam gorgeous? He looked roughly 7'6, with graying hair and perfectly groomed mustache and beard. Mmm, why me, Lord? Why did you send this delightful morsel my way? With the body made for my fingers. Wide athletic shoulders, big hands, and veiny arms. This man has been tormenting my vagina for years. And here he stood, inches away from me and I couldn't do anything.

"No, Mr. Shepherd, it isn't. I was just frustrated that I was about to miss my appointment again at Caroline's Spa." Gaping at my wristwatch, and sighing, I then admitted, "And it looks as if I may have to forfeit my place again."

"So are you informing me that you denied your set of keys to go to a spa?" he inquired with genuine surprise.

"Well, when you put it like that it makes me sound shallow."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Shallow."

Standing motionless for a moment, I opened my hand and asks, "Can I please have my keys, Mr. Shepherd?"

"Certainly, Ms. Lambert. Sorry for the delay."

Smiling without humor, I replied, "It wasn't your fault. No need for the apologies." Reclaiming my belongings, I marched toward the elevator and waited for it to arrive. As I walked in and the door closed, I glanced up only to see Mr. Shepherd staring at me with avid intrigue. "What's his problem?" I asked myself.

Five minutes later, I was dashing towards my vehicle and racing out of the parking lot for my appointment. When I got there twenty minutes unpunctual, my space was already filled. As I was about to make another appointment for the fourth time, the receptionist stated, "seems as though someone called and changed your time twenty minutes ago, Ms. Lambert."

"Excuse me? Are you sure?" I inquired with surprise.

Pushing her glasses further up her nose, Ms. Hartly stared at the screen then responded, "Aren't you Charlotte Lambert?"

"The last time that I checked I was, yes," I responded with sass.

She looked at me with irritation, then mumbled in fake excitement, "Wonderful! Then your time was changed, and you have also been gifted an all-inclusive spa treatment."

With a hand over my mouth, I remarked enthusiastically, "What? Are you serious?"

"Like a heart attack, Ms. Lambert."

"I wonder who it could have been from?" I asked myself but she replied.

"I read through the entire booking, and a name wasn't given. Just an initial, J.S." Taking her eyes off the screen, she gazed at me grinning from ear to ear, thereafter uttering with disdain. "It appears as if someone's knees have finally gotten them a prize, congratulations."

"Excuse me?" I uttered in shock. As she opened her mouth to respond, I cut her off, "You know what, I don't even want to hear it. Shut the fuck up! And don't you ever disrespect me again, because I don't think you'd want to discover the bitchy side of me." I wasn't about to give attention to her bitter comments. She's just jealous. Although her statement had left me dumbstruck, I wouldn't give her the reply that she deserves.

So there I stood with my bad-minded self at the receptionist's desk, making this bitch feel uncomfortable at five in the evening over-thinking and analyzing. An all-inclusive spa treatment costs a lot. Who would do this kind gesture for me?

"Is there a time limit for it to be used?" I inquired plainly.

"No Ms. Lambert, there isn't," she responded with fear.

"Well, that's good news." Before long, my name was called and I walked into the cubicle to have my long-awaited nails attended to. "Finally!"

Within the hour, I was strutting out of Caroline's and approaching the parking lot with a newfound skip in my stride. As I got closer to my car, I realized that two vehicles were blocking me off on either side. A green jeep and a massive black, tint-out van, which appeared oddly familiar. Why do people park up like assholes? Squinting my eyes from the glare, I scanned my surroundings for anyone who could have been the owner of this monstrosity and its green partner. But came up empty.

"Fuck! Why do these things always happen to me?"

Out of nowhere, I heard a chuckle followed by a powerful and familiar voice, "Say please."

Shrieking in terror I exclaimed, "Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" I screamed at him, as I placed my hand on my chest.

"You use that phrase a lot, Ms. Lambert. Such a filthy tongue from such a bite-size woman. I wonder if your cunt tastes just as good as that naughty word suggests?"

What the hell! Why did my vagina suddenly get heavy and wet? There was a heartbeat thumping there as well? Biting my lower lip, I tried to regain my composure as he continued, "Don't do that."

Confused, shocked, and a bit turned on by his bold statement I nevertheless inquired breathlessly, "Don't do what, Mr. Shepherd?"

"Don't bite your lip, little lamb, or I would be left to wonder what your pussy tastes like. Tell me something, Ms. Lambert, why are you wandering about the parking lot? And for heaven's sake, where are your glasses?"

He shifted the discussion so instantly that I may have received whiplash. Exhaling deeply I explained, "I wasn't wandering the lot, I was searching for the owners of these two vehicles that are blocking me from entering my car. Seems as though you are the owner of this monstrosity. And I'm squinting because I forgot my glasses at work."

"Ahhh, I see," smirking, he started the engine and slowly parked alongside me. "Go to your car, little lamb, before I'm compelled to place you in the bed of my truck and ravage your sweet little cunt for all to see."

There he goes again switching moods. His voice and the way that he conversed with me made my body crave to be used violently by him. To be tied up and fucked until I collapse from sheer satisfaction. I need to ask something though. "Before I leave, Mr. Shepherd, I have a question for you."

"And what may that be, little lamb?"

Peering him in the eye, I said, "We've never spoken before today, Mr. Shepherd, and yet you seem familiar with me."

"I'm guessing there is a question somewhere there, Ms. Lambert?" He challenged me with his sideways smirk.

Stumbling over my words I admitted, "Well, well, well, what I meant was, why did you speak to me like that just now?"

Ogling me for what seemed like an eternity, he admitted, "I've always been aware of your presence, Ms. Lambert. Always. And I spoke to you in that manner just now because you need a firm hand. If you were mine you'd never be allowed to roam about by yourself. There are a lot of evil men around. Now get in your car and go about your destination," he announced dismissing me.

"So many mood changes you have, Mr. Shepherd." Tilting my head to the side, I inquired innocently, "I wonder which is the most sexually corruptive?"

"Care to find out, little lamb?"

"No, Mr. Shepherd. But, you have a good night." Strolling toward my car, I pressed the alarm and opened the door. As I got in, I looked up to see him gazing at me. A wicked thought came to my mind, so I voiced it, "Mr. Shepherd?"

"Yes, little lamb?" he responded with a question, "What is it?"

Grinning mischievously I expressed, "I won't ever need your tongue on my vagina since I have toys for that."

When I saw that his smile had fallen and he yelled out, "What?" I peeled out of the parking lot with a burst of evil laughter as my parting words. Serves him right for playing with my emotions!

GRETCHEN

"What do you mean you're not going? You must go, Charlotte!" Gretchen implored as she settled upon my bed and placed a pillow between her legs.

"What's so difficult to understand, Gretch?" I asked as I dropped my towel and changed into a vest and shorts.

"Give me a good fucking reason why you don't want to attend the masquerade party?"

Wrapping the towel around my head, I sat on the floor and demanded, "Dry my hair!"

Doing as she was told, she resumed querying. "Why, bitch?"

Exhaling in frustration, I twirled around and mumbled, "Because I hate people. And David might be there with his girlfriend."

Gretchen stared at me as if I had announced something extremely ridiculous, "So what? His life has nothing to do with you anymore. You and him are through. So dress up and go show that mother fucker what he lucked out on."

"I can't, Gretch."

Squinting her eyes, she demanded, "Can't or won't, Charlotte?"

Without answering, I stood and walked towards the kitchen with her at my heels. "Coffee or Wine?" I asked.

"Well, that's a dumb-ass question!"

"Wine it is," I giggled in delight.

As I reached for the wine glasses, I heard my name being called. "Sup?"

"I apologize for pressing the topic. You're a grown woman who can do whatever she wants. It's just that I want you to be happy again, Char."

Pouring us both a glass, and taking a sip from mine, I replied "I know you do, hun, and you're right, I must get on with my life. I won't let David's betrayal keep me from meeting new people."

"Yes! that's what I'm talking about, bitch. Let's make a toast."

"Alright, and what are we toasting to?"

"To new beginnings."

Raising our glasses, we cheered in unison, "To new beginnings." We laughed and chatted for hours until Gretchen stopped and declared, "Come on, let's get you ready, you're going to that damn party."

Rolling my eyes at her, I uttered in genuine delight, "Ugghh, fine, bitch, come on and help me transform," I raced to the bedroom with Gretchen on my heels laughing and dancing like a happy kid.

So here I am, sitting at this energetic party, bored as fuck, three hours later straddling a bar stool with my third cup of vodka and orange juice, ready to go home. I hated people! There were so many! But on the bright side, there wasn't any sight of David or his girlfriend. Our company and his, always have their annual masquerade party concurrently. This year everyone went all out on their costume design. They all looked gorgeous and breathtaking. But I've had enough of the leering and ass grabbing from some of these drunken men. I needed my bed and my vibrator. My pussy was still throbbing and pulsating from my earlier encounter with Mr. Shepherd, considering I didn't get an opportunity to handle my little problem.

As I turned to flee, I heard a voice behind me whispering, "Leaving so soon, little lamb?"

What the fuck? Did I just imagine that? Twisting slowly around to the voice, hoping that I was wrong, I was then confronted by the individual who had inflicted my discomfort. Dismissing the thumping and once again the drenched pussy, I played it cool and smiled in greeting, "Mr. Shepherd, it's a pleasure to see you again so soon."

"Is it, Ms. Lambert? Because from where I'm standing, your teeth are clenched. Indicating to me that you are presently annoyed."

Ugghh, he's so damn observant! "Do I look annoyed, Mr. Shepherd?"

His eyes darkened in desire as he assessed my attire. My selection this year was a sheepherder. But unlike the innocence of a normal herder, my costume was mouth-watering and seductive, thanks to Gretchen Mendenheitz. My busty breasts were on display and looked tempting, praises to my best bra. The dress was black, short, and feminine. The frontal laces accentuated my waistline, leaving the viewer no choice but to drop their eyes to my long legs. My option of footwear was poison ivy green strapped heels, that had my feet crying to be wrapped around this man's torso or shoulders, either way, I wanted his dick in me. When he had completed his ogling of me, his remark was made in pure arousal.

"Anything but, Ms. Lambert." He leaned onto me whispering sinfully, "You look as if those long brown legs ought to be on my shoulder, whilst my head should be buried deep between your thick thighs, licking that wet cunt that I know is soaked right now, as you thrust on my mouth and tongue seeking your release." Then he straightened his posture and surveyed my surroundings. "Tell me something? Where is your companion, little lamb?"

I was in shock, no, I was shocked and speechless. My breathing had elevated and it reflected to anyone who was peering in my direction. What was wrong with this man? What was wrong with me? Why do I allow him to get under my skin? Must everything be sexual for him? I sat down to regain some composure and suddenly became aware of his costume. He was dressed in a custom-tailored black suit and tie. Complete with pocket squares. The entire suit grabbed his body like a second skin. Covering his upper face was a black silk mask. This man was so damn gorgeous. Mmmm, I wanted him, if just for one night.

"I don't have a companion, Mr. Shepherd. I came to the party alone."

He glared at me with fire in his eyes, "You did what? Didn't I warn you earlier about being by yourself, Ms. Lambert?"

Crossing my legs at the knees, I watched as his eyes followed my movement then back up to my face. "As I recall Mr. Shepherd, I am a grown woman who can take care of herself." Licking my lips, I stroked the fire some more, "What are you going to do if I don't obey your warnings, Mr. Shepherd, spank me?"

Bending closer to me once more, he cautioned, "You are playing with fire, little lamb, however, I'll advise you to quit while you're ahead before you get burnt," then he straightened himself.

Gently reaching up, I grabbed onto this tie and pulled him toward my lips thereafter whispering, "Regardless, I don't follow orders very well, Mr. Shepherd," then I licked his ear and glided my well-manicured hand down his taut stomach grasping and squeezing the outline of what appeared to be a very thick cock. I particularly enjoyed the sound of his quick intake of breath. My unexpected action stunned him for a moment.

Seizing that opportunity, I glided off the seat, ambled past him, and up the stairs to the closet to retrieve my trenchcoat. Opening my purse, I retrieved the ticket and gave the guy who in turn went in search of my coat. He came back shortly thereafter and helped me to slip it on. I fled out of the party to the memory of Mr. Shepherd's blazing eyes. Let's see how long it would take before he locates me!

SHEPHERD

The moment Charlotte Lambert sauntered into my son's Architectural Firm three years ago, I knew that I wanted her to be mine. Back then she was a timid little thing. Always kept to herself and was the model employee. Before long she was promoted to senior designer. She never flirted with her colleagues or bosses, and from what I saw, she was faithful to that good-for-nothing asshole David Monaghan who worked over on Alexander Boulevard's Architectural Firm. I still don't see what she ever saw in that guy. He was a complete louse.

I've had multiple moments to converse with her, but I've also maintained my distance. But always provided her with cause to notice me. From the "accidental" brushed shoulder passes to the of and on salutes at company dinner parties. And I've never given her cause to question my respect for her. When I overheard David bragging about their breakup to the redhead he had left her for, I know that faith had thrown me a line.

Since my wife had died many years ago, no other woman had ever attracted me enough to get into a serious relationship with them. I've had intercourse with a few, but they always became too clingy and wanted more than the few weeks of casual hookups that we agreed upon. So before the dinner dates and usual gift-giving, I often made it apparent that I didn't wish for anything serious.

But the moment I saw the petite and busty woman, I knew that I'd change my private agreement just for her. That day when she'd dropped her keys in the office, I knew that God had thrown me another line. It was the reasons behind her denial of the set of keys that had me more intrigued by her. A woman who would relinquish claim to her car and house keys to get to a pedicure appointment needed a savage spanking. She had her heart set on the perfect toes. And I had no problem with that. But the thrill of spanking her round ass got me hard.

Then I saw her again at my daughter's spa, as I waited on her to get off work, conversing with herself no less. The look on her face as I startled her was priceless. Talking to her in that vulgar manner was just my way of testing her limitations. She got so easily aroused by my filthy dialogue. Her eyes had dilated and her breathing had shifted to overdrive. And it appears that Ms. Charlotte Lambert was a submissive! Learning that detail about her had brought on the hardest erection that I've ever gotten in my fifty-six years of life.

Now, the little lamb had gone and challenged me. From her costume to those fucking green strapped heels, to the way that she had licked my ear and grabbed my cock. Tonight was the night that her pussy was going to get the pounding that it deserved. Placing a call to my second in command, I instantly pursued her to the coat closet then outside. As I exited the building, I scanned the boisterous throng of people for her presence. Then I spotted my little lamb, standing with her legs slightly opened, and her back turned to that jackass David, as he attempted to provoke her into a conversation.

CHARLOTTE

Whilst waiting beside the street's clock tower anticipating Mr. Shepherd's arrival, I heard that one voice that prompted me to cringe in revulsion. Fuck!

"Charlie? Is that you?"

"No, it's the damn tooth fairy moron!" I responded in resentment, wishing that he'd get the clue and leave. Of course, he didn't, and I made no motion to acknowledge his presence as he went on.

"Wow! You look hot, babe. Why are you departing the party so quickly? The place would be heating up in a few hours. Stay a while longer. I'd love to introduce you to my wife."

I twisted about in shock, as he glared at me declaring in a cruel tone, "Yes, she's everything that I've always wanted. Don't look so shocked Charlie. You'd find someone someday. All you have to do is lose some weight, make an appointment for breast and ass reduction, a tummy tuck, and liposuction for those chunky thighs, and you'll find the man of your dreams because no one would want all of that unpleasantness," he declared with scorn.

"Or have you found an individual already who is blind?"

As usual, he alone chuckled at his cotton-mouthed joke. "Is that why you're leaving so soon? Don't tell me that your boyfriend gave you a fucking curfew Charlotte. Pathetic." Shaking his head in denial, he snickered and continued to monologue without emotion, "You lack spunk, that's why that man of yours will always cheat on you!"

I've had it with his lack of motivation toward me. "Listen to me, you little viagra taking piece of shit with your dead penis..." That's the furthest that I got before I heard Shephard's voice behind me, "As you did! I'd never cheat on her."

Stunned, David asked, "Excuse me? And who are you?"

"None of your concern, little boy."

Attempting to intimidate Shepherd, David walked up to him and clenched his upper arm, then yelled in his face, "I asked you a fucking question, old man!"

They both battled a speechless war until David released Shepherd's arm as if he had gotten burnt.

I gazed at him in confusion, then he inquired with tenderness. "Are you ready to go home little lamb?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "Yes," as he bestowed me with his sideways smirk.

As David observed our interaction, he grumbled, "Is this the best that you could find to replace me with, Charlotte? Where did you find him? A nursing home? I didn't know that you could stoop so low, bitch. You've disappointed me yet again."

All the while David was ranting, Shepherd never took his eyes off me. Striding nearer, until we were inches apart, he commanded, "Jump."

Without a second thought, I jumped into his powerful arms and encircled my legs around his athletic body. Lacing my fingers in his thick midnight hair, he dropped me lower onto his crotch, and I ground my hips on his semi-hard cock.

"Mmm," we both groaned in unison. As he licked my lips for entrance, our mouth and tongue collided in a long-awaited kiss that unleashed a valve of dormant sensations throughout our body. Placing his hands on my ass, he grabbed on firmly and thrusted erotically onto my heat. When we'd have our fill and broke apart, our breathing could be heard like galloping horses.

"I need that sweet cunt in my mouth now, little lamb," Shepherd demanded.

"Then take it, Shepherd."

"I intend to," he promised in a dangerously low tone. "Let's go."

As he proceeded to walk with my legs wrapped about his body, we heard, "Charlotte, I'm not finished with you. Can we discuss this? I miss you, baby. I can make arrangements for you to be my mistress."

Shepherd looked down at me and kissed my forehead. Thus walked over to David and punched him in the nose, then warned him, "Don't you ever lose your mind and call Charlotte out of her name again. Do you understand me, little boy?"

Clutching his bloody nose, David threatened to call the police. "Go ahead. Let them know that Josh Shepherd punched you."

David's facial expression went from being startled to one of pure terror. He glanced at me with teary eyes, then took off running across the street, barely getting run over by many speeding vehicles.

I gawked as David tripped over his feet then regained his composure. "If one name can cause so much fear, I wonder what your dick can do?" I asked challenging him as I bit my lower lip.

"Care to find out?"

"Fuck yes!"

Nuzzling my neck whilst he sauntered towards his car, Shepherd dipped into his pants pocket and withdrew his keys, as he opened the door he delicately placed me inside the warm interior, then leaned in and gently reclaimed my mouth. Gliding his thumb slowly along my lips, I deliberately opened my mouth and he dipped two fingers inside.

"Suck," Shepherd coaxed, as I latched on whilst looking at him with obedience.

"Mmmm, I'm going to have so much fun with you, little lamb," then reached over and fastened my seatbelt before closing the door firmly. Rounding the car, he opened his door, sat down, and drove with precision to fulfill his sensual promises on my aching body.

Dear Lord, this man's hands look so powerful gripping that steering wheel, mmm, like it was made to be wrapped around my throat. Shutting my eyes for a moment, he broke the silence with, "Don't let that asshole get inside your head little lamb. That's what he wants."

Opening my eyes suddenly to the rumble of his composed voice, I informed him, "It's sort of difficult not to, Shepherd."

"For what I'm about to do to your tempting body, little lamb, there should be no need for formalities between us. Call me Josh."

Disregarding David for a moment, I twisted my body to him and smiled deviously, "What if I want to keep on addressing you as Mr. Shepherd?"

Without taking his eyes off the road he threatened, "You can do whatever you like, little lamb, before long you won't be able to utter a single word because your mouth would be filled with my cock!"

"Is that a threat, Shepherd?"

"It's a promise, Charlotte."

Proceeding to respond, he requested with authority, "Remove your panties and give them to me."

Gliding as if in a trance, I unhurriedly peeled off the thong that I have been wearing for the past three hours and presented it to him. Receiving my gift, he instantly found the crotch and breathed in deeply, then made a sound that I would never forget. "Fuck, baby, your scent is so divine, you even left me a little present." I watched in amazement as he licked my juices off the fabric hence placed them around the rearview mirror.

"Open your legs, I crave the feeling of your warm cunt around my fingers."

I should be feeling disgusted by the way that he speaks to me, but the effects are outrageous. My pussy was soaked, I know it was! My breathing had escalated and my body was on fire. I needed this man's cock in me so urgently.

"Open that panel and you'd see some wet wipes, give them to me, little lamb." Performing the task, I peeled back the tab and gave it to him. I watched as he sanitized both hands then tossed the wipes in the backseat.

Tenderly laying his veiny hand on my thick thighs, he caressed and stroked them for a moment before gliding further to the warmth of my aching pussy. His hand held many calluses but despite this, it felt so good! I couldn't help but moan. Chuckling to himself he exclaimed, "You like that don't you, little lamb?"

"Yes," I breathlessly whimpered.

"You're so wet for me, little lamb," Shepherd remarked, before spreading my labia. He used slight pressure on my clit, making deliberate flickers before gently squeezing my bud.

"Mmmm, that feels so good. Please, don't stop."

With an intense concentration on the road and motivated fingers, I felt my hips quaking with pleasure as I screamed, instantly cumming on his fingers. "That's it, little lamb, scream for me," he leaned in and smoothly slipped a finger into my slippery pussy. He finger fucked me with stamina until I couldn't put up with this sweet torture any longer.

My breathing came out in gasps as I uttered, "Oh God, Shepherd, I'm cumming again," holding onto his wrist, I began thrusting and twirling my hips until the tingles were felt once more throughout my body and I came again.

When the sensation had lessened, I opened my eyes and realized that the car had come to a halt in front of a magnificent home, surrounded by a vast amount of what appeared to be pine trees. The garage door abruptly opened and he drove in. Removing his hand from between my legs, he brought it up to his mouth and licked it clean. Groaning in delight, he whispered, "You taste so damn good, little lamb, but I want more. Stay there."

Exiting the vehicle, he came around to my side and assisted me. With unsteady limbs, I took his hand and stood feebly. When Shepherd saw my plight, he came closer to me and jammed my body against the car, thus whispering in my ear, "What's the matter, little lamb, was my fingers too much for that tight, wet cunt?"

My knees unexpectedly unbuckled. Reaching up to grab onto his shoulders, my heart rate tripled and my stomach muscles twisted in desire to his vulgar words. Why does his vulgarity excite me so?

But he didn't stop there, "Judging by your response, I'd say you need more because you're still able to stand." Squatting before me, he hoisted my body, and once again I wrapped my legs around his waist and this time I felt the cool breeze caressing my ass as my dress rode up. As I attempted to pull the garment down, he swatted my hand away. Nuzzling my face onto his neck I groaned, and inhaled deeply.

"Lord, you smell so fucking good, Shepherd."

Laughing, he locked both the garage and car door then proceeded to walk towards the connecting door that lead into his house, "Thanks, little lamb, but I don't want you to be shy around me. However, rest assured, your ass will get my attention soon enough!"

Squealing in delight as he smacked my butt cheeks several times as he strolled across the foyer.

Shepherd walked us past a spectacular view of his lit backyard. He glided up a flight of carpeted stairs that lead to a huge white double door, all the while massaging my ass and leaving small hickey's along my breast. Groaning and bouncing my body with pleasure in his muscular arms, I latched onto his neck and left my mark for all to see.

"Fuck," he exclaimed, as his body trembled in excitement.

"Little lamb?"

"Yes, Shepherd?" I replied staring into his hazel eyes.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

Tilting my head to the side, I furrowed my brows and smiled in question, "I don't think so. Why?"

"Good," before opening the doors. The moment that we stepped into the bedroom I was blown away by it's grandeur.

"This place is gorgeous, Shepherd, I love it!"

I squealed in delight.

"Thank you, but you'll have no time to admire the decor just yet, because," he sauntered across the room then placed me on a mantle opposite his large bed that I hadn't noticed until now, "Your eyes would be focused on me the entire time. Grab into those straps above your head," just before he opened my legs and lifted it, exposing my pussy and ass for his feast. What I didn't expect was for him to latch onto my pucker. He licked and sucked on my asshole like a favorite candy. This man made love to my ass like a dream.

That sudden action made me throw my head back and screamed in pure ecstasy. "Shit, Shepherd!"

"Mmmm," was all he mumbled.

The vibration from his mouth took me into a violent frenzy. Clasping his head with my left hand, I pulled him closer as he changed course and wrapped his mouth onto my labia. I jerked my hips rapidly into his mouth, riding out my euphoria. What sent me further over the edge, was the way that he kept staring at me as he took long deliberate licks from my creamy pussy.

The moment that my mouth opened into an "O" and I struggle to form a sensible sentence, he positioned both of my legs onto his broad shoulders and strolled towards his bed, all the while never breaking eye contact with me. As he continued to torture my pussy, I felt myself being lowered onto the big bed, then he whispered with pussy juice coating his mouth, "Don't move."

How could I? I was in awe of the things that he was doing to me! My body was responding to his every command like an omega. I watched as he removed every item of clothing until he stood nude before me. Raising slowly, I got off the bed and did the same thing. There we stood naked in all our glory, ogling one another and breathing rapidly. Until we both reached up in sync and began touching and kissing with urgency.

Letting go of his lips, I sank to my knees and without breaking eyes contact, clasp his thick cock in my hands and licked the head.

"Fuck!" he growled. His cock bounced on my tongue before I took his entire nine inches down my throat. Fuck! he was huge! Gagging on his girth and wicked curve, I squeezed my throat muscles and pulled his dick in further.

"Charlotte! Aarrgghhh," he shouted just before he grabbed onto my hair and began pounding into my mouth with force. He was fierce and unstoppable. Half the time I couldn't breathe with the magnitude of what he was doing, but I felt on fire. Clutching his balls and twirling them in my hand, I felt when they began to get taut, just before he growled and stopped, hence shooting his hot cum down my throat.

With tears streaming down my cheeks and spit gliding down my mouth and breasts, he continued pounding my throat, pursuing his release. When finally, he removed his cock from my mouth and replaced it with his warm lips. It was pure rapture the way that we connected. Helping me to rise, I looked down at his cock and it seemed somehow bigger. My mouth watered from sheer desire.

"You want it," he inquired thickly as he saw me licking my lips in need.

"I need it," I responded hungrily.

Without a word, he smirked and gently nudged me onto the bed. Startled by this, but also turned on, he lowered himself to me, placed his hands under my knees, and opened my legs just before I looked down and saw him lubricate his cock with my pussy juices hence ordered, "Look at me, little lamb," before slamming into my throbbing pussy.

We both cried out from the sensation, I've never taken a cock this thick or huge before, he stretched my pussy to the point where it felt as if I was having sex for the second time.

"You're so tight, little lamb," he commented in wonder as he began to hammer into me. "You feel so fucking good, oh God!" He exclaimed with each hard thrust, as his face twisted in passion.

Positioning my legs on his shoulders, I met his thrust with my own. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in utter bliss before gaining focus with black pupils. He looked insatiable.

"Harder Shepherd, fuck this pussy up," I pleaded with him as he flipped me over and spread my cheeks, sinking back into my warmth without mercy.

"Yes, yes, just like that. Pull my hair," I ordered.

Grabbing a fist full of my hair into his hand, he jerked me up a little and whispered into my ear, "I hope you said your prayers today little lamb because you're about to get fucked up."

And as promised, this man fucked me without mercy for an hour. My pussy was getting her prayers answered because this is what I had prayed for. When at last he made one final hard thrust and proclaimed in a strained voice, "Knees! Now!" I scampered to the edge of the bed, as he pulled out his cock and coated my face, hair, and breasts with his hot seed.

Breathing heavily, we both landed on the floor in a tired heap. "Fuck, that was incredible Shepherd, you have the stamina of an animal."

"Do you want to go again?" He asked with confidence.

"Do you have it in you?" I asked challenging him.

"Care to find out?" He retorted in glee.

Grabbing his vest from the floor, I wiped his cum from my face. Straddling his toned body, I reached behind me and grasp his hard cock in my hand, as I aligned it with my vagina opening sinking down his length. Holding onto my hips he thrusted to meet my own. Laying my hands on his chest, I rode this man to the brink of insanity. He felt so good as my pussy gripped his cock.

I felt the fire burning in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, my hips began jerking wildly with tempo. Tears were streaming down my face from utter bliss.

"When you're ready to cum, sit on my face, little lamb," was his craving.

My face scrunched in ecstasy as the tears continued to fall, with rough jerks, I hoisted my body over his face as he began slurping up my juices. I came so hard, that my body wouldn't stop shaking and thrusting as his mouth devoured my pussy. When we both had our fill, he helped me to the bed and covered my aching body.

"Get some rest little lamb, because I'm not done with you," he whispered his threat into my ear before kissing my forehead and got under the covers with me. I fell asleep promising never to underestimate this man's thirst for my body. When I woke up several hours later, it was to this delicious sensation between my thighs.

"Mmm, oh God," without opening my eyes, I reached down and held his soft hair as I spread my legs and rolled my hips on his mouth. I don't know what he did with his tongue, but it sent shivers along my soul. I don't know how long he was down there for, but I knew that I was ready to burst. Crying out like a banshee, I came hard on his mouth as I listened to him enjoy his dessert.

The next day was spent fucking each other until neither of us could walk or speak a proper sentence. When it came time for me to leave, he didn't want me to go.

He made me lunch as we reasoned with an alternative. He agreed to take me home, promising to be back for me at sunset.

As I exited his car, he kissed me passionately then inquired, "How was your spa experience the other day, lamb?"

"It was something. When I got there, someone had called and renewed my appointment. I even got an all-inclusive spa treatment."

"Wow, this is something! Do you know who it was from?"

"That's the thing, it was from someone with the initials J.S. Things like that don't usually happen to me. But I am so grateful."

"You deserve nice things, lamb. Now, get your sexy ass inside your home and I'll see you at sunset."

"Oh alright, Shepherd, have it your way. See you at sunset." He watched me climb the stairs and got inside before driving off.

It's been two years since we've been together, with no chance at an uneventful day. He proposed to me three weeks after we hooked up, and I said yes. I wasn't about to walk away from the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's my Shepherd and I'm his little lamb.

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