June awoke with a smile on her face. The erotic dream she experienced had been very vivid and occurred after an evening that left her breathless and filled with beautiful thoughts.
June remained on her bed as she relived the pleasure of listening to the story he had attached an audio of him reading to her. Max's voice had added that extra touch, and June had stroked, fingered, writhed, and giggled her way to a very intense climax indeed.
Max had a voice that June felt perfectly conveyed his words, and his regional accent added to the overall charm. June even recorded her rising arousal and climax in an audio clip. She felt completely comfortable sharing it with the man who had helped her express those emotions so vividly.
Max was happy to share in June's enjoyment of his story, and hearing her excitement aroused him. It had been fun, and there was a real possibility of something similar being on the agenda soon. She'd have been more than happy to linger with the thoughts she was entertaining, but it wasn't to be. The sound of her doorbell ringing brought June's mind back to reality instantly.
"We need to speak to you about a matter," one of the two police officers standing in June's doorway told her.
June checked the identity cards of the two women who were outside her house and then ushered them inside.
June listened with amazement as she was told an allegation had been made by two women that she had stolen money from them the previous evening.
"I was at home all evening yesterday. There's either been a mistake, or someone is trying to hurt me by accusing me of something I haven't done. Either way, it's nonsense, and it's not very nice either," June said, feeling scared and vulnerable.
June explained that she had been talking to an online friend all evening.
"If you can prove that, this will be helpful. We can check more thoroughly if necessary," one of the officers said.
June took her phone and showed the officers the details of Max's calls to her the previous evening.
"I also wrote and sent an email to the same person from that computer," June said nervously.
The officers examined the computer that June had mentioned, along with the phone she was holding. June was confident that she understood the situation better than those speaking with her and felt there was no reason to keep her insights to herself.
"I speak my mind. It gets me into trouble sometimes, and because people think they know me, I suppose I'm an easy target. You're the experts, but I'm fairly sure having money and being someone they can knock off their perch is what this is really about," June said with a stern face.
June had never believed that her fame and fortune should protect her from the consequences of her actions. However, she was aware of sides to her personality that no one else knew about, which made her feel vulnerable. This complexity added to her online persona and made her involvement in erotic chat even more thrilling.
"I'm sure Max will be able to back up everything I've told you. He might even tell you how much he enjoyed the video I sent of me fingering myself to his story if you ask him," June said, having lost patience with the officers and their questions.
Max was sitting in front of his computer when he heard the sound of the buzzer. He pressed the intercom and heard a voice explaining his visitors were police officers and that they had come to speak to him, as per their call to his mobile earlier.
"So you didn't know who you were talking to and emailing?"
Max answered the question by saying the woman called herself June, and for the intended purpose, it didn't matter if it really was her name or not.
"Sex chat isn't a crime, and so I'm as confused as I ever was about why it's a police matter," Max said with irritation.
"An allegation of assault has been made, and we are trying to establish facts; that's all. There is proof of calls and emails being sent, but we need to gather as much information as possible." The explanation went.
In truth, the police presence was purely to tie up loose ends. It was a malicious accusation with envy and jealousy at its core.
"As far as we're concerned, the matter in relation to yourself and the woman you know as June is now closed. Thank you for your cooperation," one of the officers said as she and her colleague left.
*
June listened to the police officer, who told her their investigations had been concluded. She smiled at the news, although she felt a touch of sadness about Max being dragged into something that wasn't a part of his world. She knew that the easiest course would be to cut ties, but there was something about Max that made her feel he would just treat everything as normal. She felt curious enough about this to find out.
Within a few moments of calling Max, June felt her decision had been right. She apologised for what had happened, although Max responded in a way she hadn't expected.
"People are people to me. I don't care if they're millionaires or if their smug faces are on the idiot box every night. I'm interested in dramatic events, but something that wouldn't be noteworthy if it happened to me doesn't become so if it's a luvvy actor, politician, or prince who's involved. Dull is dull in my book, and whilst our escapism was memorable, that wasn't because of anything but the experience. It's not envy or jealousy, which is what the lazy would accuse me of; it's just how I judge what matters to me, that's all." Max explained.
What Max had said came as no surprise to June. She knew from first-hand experience his motives and character were grounded in the real world most lived in. June enjoyed having someone treat her as the sexy woman who wanted to be aroused with some mischief. It wasn't something she wanted to give up, and she didn't plan to.
"Do you do home visits, Max?" June said with a giggle.
"Only if you get on your knees and beg," Max replied with laughter.
"If I'm on my knees to you, it won't be to beg, I can promise you!" June announced confidently.
An hour after the call had ended, Max was climbing into the car that June had arranged to be sent to pick him up. The driver casually asked Max if the location he was going to was one he had visited previously. Max had never had cause to venture there, but he had lived close enough to the location to know it was notable for being where the grandest houses in a city of many were located.
Once he was advised he had reached his destination, Max got out of the car. He saw a woman standing in a short dressing gown at the entrance to the property. She waved to him.
"Max?" the woman asked. Max nodded.
"June?" Max enquired. The answer came in the form of a nod and a beaming smile.
"Tell me a story, Max," June asked as she and Max sat together on the sofa, and she ran her fingers up her leg.
Max had decided to tell a story about a horny woman enticing a man to her home by telling him she wanted him to read an erotic story to her.
June giggled as she heard the introduction to the story.
"She pictured the scene as he spoke about his plan to entertain her with a story, although her thoughts had already raced to scenes that had not yet been described," Max read out.
In keeping with the story, June was impatient, and while one hand held his story, she felt Max should massage her aroused wetness with the other. June took Max by the wrist of his spare hand and made it clear what she wanted without uttering a word.
Max read and fingered, accompanied by the sound of dreamy sighs and laughter that came readily from June's mouth. June felt relieved that Max was able to continue with his reading, as what she heard blended so well with the touch that came with it.
Listening to June's escalating state of arousal saw Max embellish his story with extra detail, and his audience responded by thrusting herself against his fingers and urging him on. Without warning, June eased away, dragged Max onto the carpet, and took hold of his cock.
"I need this," June cried, "it will make all the difference."
With a firm grip, June stuffed Max's cock into her body and began to force him as deeply inside as she could. June rode vigorously and noisily, and Max would have had no escape if he had been looking for it; the squeeze on his cock was one Max had never experienced previously. He had never been with anyone who seemed in so much of a hurry, either.
Max was taken aback by the intensity of the attention that was upon him, and he soon started fighting the urges to explode that sought to overcome him. The thrusts on his cock were unrelenting, and there was no hiding place.
Max let out a groan as his cock exploded to the barrage that was upon it. He felt a vice-like tension around him as he fired freely, and he enjoyed a deep orgasm of notable intensity and sensation. Although June had not been especially vocal, Max could see a smile in front of him that was full of pleasure and joy. Max looked at that smile for some time, and it was still there as he and June rose to their feet.
***
Max looked into June's eyes and her expression. To him, they did not seem to match the moment. She was smiling, but it looked out of place as if the smile had another cause. He put his doubt down to overthinking.
Max waited for June to speak, but she remained silent. The only noise Max could hear was a tapping sound.
"Would you mind finding out what that noise is for me? I get nervous sometimes, and I'm not thinking straight just now." June asked.
Max left to locate the source of the sound, as June had asked him to. It was a very large house with endless rooms, closets, and bathrooms, but after some time, he felt sure the knocking was coming from behind a door with a key in the lock.
Max turned the key and cautiously opened the door. He saw a woman inside and noticed her face was reddened with tears.
"It's Max, isn't it?" the woman said.
Max was alarmed to find someone who had been locked in a cupboard knew his name. It was all just a little too weird, and the woman decided she needed to try to explain as much as she could.
"You've just met one of my two ex-housekeepers. I expect she will have run for the hills as soon as you went to find the source of the noise. She and her partner in crime were the pair who tried to say I assaulted them. They did that after I discovered they had stolen from me. You don't have to tell me, but did she pretend she was me?"
"I can't lie, yes," Max said, hoping his honesty wouldn't cause the real June any extra pain.
June looked at Max and managed a smile, telling him that hearing someone speak the truth was far more important to her than knowing someone had stolen a fuck just to spite her.
"Others with my lifestyle have teams of security guards. I have a driver, you've met him, and one security guard. That's all I ever thought I would need. I guess I know differently now," June said, her voice trailing to a whisper.
"It's over now. Do you need a hug?" Max asked.
June was shocked by what had happened, but Max's question was the most welcome imaginable to her.
"I'd like that very much. Thank you," June said, managing a smile.
Max held June tightly in his arms, and June's lips went in search of his. Max just wanted June to make sense of everything in whatever way worked for her, and he was glad that she didn't have to be alone unless she wanted to be.
It wasn't easy for Max to ignore the arousal stirred in his body by his lips on June's, but he felt it his place to try to do so. June sensed this quickly and found herself scolding him playfully.
"If you're turned on, Max, don't be afraid to show it, I'm free from the bitches who tried to bring me down. I should celebrate in a way I'll remember," June said with a smile that had now returned to its rightful place.
Max smiled at June and felt he needed to be himself for her more than ever.
"I didn't have 'found a gorgeous woman in a cupboard' on my bingo card, to be fair," Max said, laughing.
"If you have 'sucked wildly by a woman I found in a cupboard' on it, you might be a winner, though," June said with a grin.
June was determined to wash every trace of that wretched woman from Max, as she took his cock and closed her mouth firmly around it. She was going to eat the woman who had plundered her need and swallow her so she'd be disappearing into the sewer where she belonged.
June knew Max would understand she could not offer him tenderness, slow arousal or any of the trimmings of what she would do. Max could have turned his back on the chaos at any time but hadn't. June was possessed by a force beyond love or lust,
As soon as she had eased Max's cock into her mouth, June felt liberated and on a mission to feel his flow that was the future, hope, and dreams. It was a prize few might have understood, but June didn't care and she moaned joyfully on each draw she made to excite Max further.
Max was no stud and never once pretended otherwise, but his determination was something that gave him the strength to suppress the need to release that he would have been experiencing under different circumstances. June knew how difficult Max was finding it to delay the inevitable, but his willingness to try was erotic and arousing in a way she found beautiful.
June began to tremble and moan as she sucked on Max's excited cock. Her arousal was driven by the way Max had been there when he was needed most, and she felt herself needing to let her demons disappear forever.
June's body ignited in climax as she felt a stream of passionate release wash into her mouth. She moaned and twisted to the taste of Max, and it felt extraordinary. June's climax was long and intense, and she sucked tirelessly to savour every drop Max had to offer. It was a sexual release combined with the euphoria of an even greater victory, and the pleasure rolled on and on to her delight.
No words were needed, just a continuation of the barely unbroken kiss that was so meaningful.
June and Max lay next to each other with smiles on their faces. They would have continued to do so, but an incoming call to June's phone intruded noisily.
June never ignored calls that came to this number. It was the one used for matters around finances and personal security.
"Just to let you know, we found a would-be intruder at the back of your property, and she's been taken away by the police." June's security man explained.
June asked for a description of the intruder and repeated the answer out loud to Max.
The description given was entirely different from any that would have been given for the woman Max had encountered. The police had made it clear there were two women who had made a joint malicious accusation about June, and the latest news suggested neither would tarnish June's life again. They did not.
June was delighted to hear Max tell her he would continue his unofficial work as her personal storyteller, and he did.
June continued to be of interest to lazy journalists, but it just made her more determined to keep what was hers private. As with many things, she succeeded in this mission totally.
