“Release? You make them sound like prisoners.”
“In a way they are. They make themselves prisoners of their existence. Look at Claudia—she’s a vibrant, beautiful, fucking sexy woman. She used to be very subdued and hid behind an invisible wall. Now she’s free. Everything she wants is there for her to take. Her appetite is almost limitless. All those pent-up passions are now loose.”
“You mean you try to make them do things?” Alyson wanted to get deep into his intentions.
“My actions are dictated by them. Claudia longs for a man to overpower and take her. She’s had her share of weaker men who couldn’t satisfy the burning desires she desperately needs to release in order to be whole. She knew when we met that I was there for one reason. She accepted that but then became too attached. That’s why she didn’t want to let me go. I could just leave but having her let go of me shows she is free.”
“So you made her a slut.”
“Alyson, sometimes you are fucking stupid.” He shook his head in disgust. “Just because she is now in control of her sexuality doesn’t lessen her morals. She can fuck anyone she wants to. Just like you can. But that barrier of self-doubt is gone.”
“You make it sound like you mainly go after women with low self-esteem. Why is that?”
“That’s not true either. Most are women with secrets they long to experience. Living out a fantasy about a strange man seducing and taking them. Others just want to feel closeness. I derive a lot of pleasure from a woman who finally lets go.”
“I don’t understand.” She wrinkled her forehead.
He got up and stood close in front of Alyson. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on the arms of her chair. “We all have secrets, Alyson, all of us. Like your fantasy with those two young stock boys in receiving at the office. Troy and Jamal? How you picture yourself getting fucked by Jamal while sucking Troy’s cock dry during a lunch break?”
Alyson’s gaze lowered. Her pussy became wet again from the reminder of the dream she had the other night. He had detailed her fantasy exactly.
“You long for the forbidden sex you have never had. The thought of Jamal’s thick, black cock prying your pussy open makes you cream in your skirt. If that weren’t enough, you want to taste Troy’s sweet seed as you make his balls tighten and explode into your mouth.” He paused and Alyson closed her eyes, trying to conceal her panting breaths.
“You feel that it’s dirty to want this so you hide these feelings deep inside your mind. But every now and then, they creep out and show themselves. That’s where I come in.”
“So what? A lot of women have desires for younger men. Black men, white men, whatever.” She was getting uncomfortable and defensive as he took control. He stood before her, a wall of muscle and flesh. This was her interview and she should have had the upper hand.
She looked back at her pad even though her eyes kept wanting to drift to his groin and the large outline along his inseam. “This so-called power. Do you read minds or tarot cards or what? How does it work?”
He raised his hand to Alyson’s chin. As he tilted her head back, she felt herself sliding into submission under his ominous aura. She stared back into his eyes, wondering if they could peer into her soul. She knew she couldn’t hide from him anymore.
“I checked you out, Alyson. Does the name Sherri ring a bell?” He stood silent, waiting for her reaction.
“Umm, no. Should it?”
He couldn’t know about that. Nobody knew about Sherri. None of the girls knew. Her first sexual partner and she’d buried her memories along with the heartache when they parted.
He leaned down, his hot breath blowing against the soft skin of her neck. “You remember. That weekend during college break…the dorm room…the throw pillows. The way she ate your pussy until you screamed her name.
“Your last night together when she tied you to the chair. The sex chair you shared with the wood slats on the back. How she strapped on that black dildo and fucked you with it as she twisted your hard nipples, making them hurt. How you begged her to fuck you harder until your pussy was reddened and sore. I saw the whole thing, Alyson. You haven’t had sex like that since.”
He paused and Alyson knew she was blushing, the heat spreading across the skin on her chest.
“When Sherri used those beads in your ass and sucked on your clit as she pulled them out…bead by bead. Each one made you tremble and shudder as you ate her pussy in that sixty-nine position.”
Her hand shook and she dropped her pad and pencil. “Stop it. You’ve made your point.”
He put his lips beside her ear and seemed to breathe in her arousal. “My favorite part was when you had the double-ended dildo. She had half jammed it into her tight pussy and you had the other half in your ass. You were both so fucking horny, your butts smacked together as you plunged it in and out into each other like women on the edge, fucking to let an inner demon out. You had your fingers dripping wet from rubbing your clit in a fury of sexual lust. The need was tearing you apart. That final climax made you realize the peak of your sexuality. You came so hard you squirted juice. Do you remember how that felt, Alyson? That pinnacle of release? The engulfing crash of everything within you? That’s the freedom I push women to have.”
Alyson sat in her chair trembling. He backed away and her body still burned with heat. She remembered those feelings again so clearly. Her pussy ached for attention but she forced herself to stay calm.
“I need a break.” She stood, unsteady and unsure.
He shrugged as he backed away.
She walked toward the bathroom, glancing back to see he wasn’t looking, and grabbed a pair of underwear from her open suitcase setting on the stand in the closet. She was in dire need of a moment to herself. All this sexual talk and mentally being fucked in every way possible was getting to her.
Pulling her soaked thong from between her legs only added to her sexual frustration. The last time she was this wet was after riding the water ride at an amusement park. In the bathroom she took a few handfuls of water and splashed her face.