Free After Hours: Black Lace Classics by Crystalle Valentino

the naked, gasping woman.
    This is crazy, thought Venny, but she could feel the mad pleasure building and building as he lapped at her, eagerly cramming his fingers now into her wide-open and willing cunt, pumping wildly at her as if he was using his penis, his lovely stiff penis, and not just his hand.
    A couple passed by on the stairs, pausing to smile and point at the lovers in the lift. Venny saw them, was scandalised at her own reckless behaviour, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t, not when these glorious feelings were overtaking her, changing her into the houri , the man-eater, the wildcat she only ever was in her darkest dreams. Now, with Micky giving her cunnilingus, right now she enjoyed their startled, eager eyes upon her naked, heaving breasts, enjoyed the fact that she could see the watching man had come erect, that the woman’s eyes were avid with arousal. The couple passed on and were gone, and at that instant she came in hot, crashing waves of release, shrieking with pleasure. Micky’s hand squeezed her thinly concealed mound and she came again, instantly, and kept coming until the unreal feelings of sublime ecstasy were gone and she was left there panting in the lift, with this laughing-eyed stranger who was now standing up and kissing her lips so that she tasted herself on his tongue.
    ‘Oh God,’ said Venny weakly when they finally broke apart. Coming back down to earth, she realised that she felt a little cold; quickly she bent and tugged up thethong and the transparent purple harem pants, aware of him lustfully watching the heavy swing of her breasts as she moved.
    ‘Your nipples are still sticking out,’ Micky observed in a voice roughened by passion.
    ‘I’m cold,’ Venny excused herself.
    ‘I could warm you up.’ He kissed her hotly, stirring her again in a way that she could not quite believe possible. ‘And why did you pull your pants up? What makes you think I’ve finished with you? I haven’t come inside you yet.’
    Venny glanced down the front of his body and saw the hard jut of his cock under his trousers. She had a momentary vision of her hands unzipping him, letting his cock spring naked and hot into her hands. He wasn’t, she thought, wearing underpants. His penis would be bare. And what colour would it be? Brown or white or red or even purple in its passion? Venny groaned lightly, unable to stifle it, and looked up to see that he had read her thoughts.
    ‘You want it,’ he murmured, coming closer. ‘Come on, Venny,’ he whispered coaxingly. ‘Push your pants down. Let me in. Let me fuck you now.’ His lips were leaving a trail of kisses upon her shoulders and on her throat. She shivered with arousal. ‘I’ll fuck you hard, Venny. I’ll fuck you until you can hardly stand, and then I’ll lay you on the floor right here and bring you off so hard you’ll think World War Three’s started. What do you say?’

Chapter Five
    What Venetia Halliday said, to Micky Quinn’s absolute shock, was no. Even when he woke up the next morning in his little Whitstable base, yanking back the curtains to stare accusingly at the grey ocean as it churned up onto the pebbled beach not twenty yards away, he could still not quite believe it. He wasn’t the type of guy to think he was God’s gift to womankind, but even so his pride was hurt. He was, after all, an excellent cocksman, and she’d certainly enjoyed herself in the lift, and so, not surprisingly, he had thought that her answer would be yes. Or even yes, please.
    But she had said no.
    Damn.
    He glared at the gulls, dipping and spinning in the hot shrieking blue of the summer sky. He glared at the fishermen’s boats, which were hauled up along the beach. Some of the men were mending nets. Others sat and smoked and talked. He exhaled, releasing his pent-up irritability as he always could when he was here. Heloved this place; it had always felt like home to him. All right, it was little more than a shack that had been passed