Rough Sex In The Millionaire's Mansion
by Kitty Meaker
Copyright Kitty Meaker 2012
Published at Smashwords
Susannah Reed was feeling down. Valentine's Day was coming up, and it seemed like she couldn't go anywhere without being reminded of it. Her co-workers kept asking her what her plans were. Her mother kept asking her what her plans were. Every store she went into seemed to be selling greeting cards and flowers.
The fact was, Susannah didn't have any plans for Valentine's Day. She didn't have any plans and she didn't have a guy. Susannah wanted a guy, wanted it more than anything. But every guy she met just couldn't meet her expectations.
Susannah laid in bed, thinking about the few dates she had been on in the past year. Some of them men too cheap to pay for dinner, some of them men who hadn't gotten over their ex-wives, some of them just creeps. Why couldn't she just meet a good guy? Susannah kicked the covers off the bed. She stretched her long legs. She had a good body. She had a good job. What was missing?
Her thoughts went to Raymond, the last guy she had been seeing. It had been just before Valentine's Day last year when she found out he was cheating on her. She had truly loved him, but he had broken her heart. She still thought about him all the time – wanted to forgive him and take him back. But their mutual friends told her he was still with the girl he had been seeing, so she never had any chance.
Susannah sighed. It wasn't just Raymond she missed. It was the sex, too. Raymond had been an incredibly passionate lover. Susannah had slept with a few of the guys she had dated since then, but none of them were half as good as Raymond. Susannah's only recourse was a large vibrator that she kept right by her bed. She had been embarrassed as hell to walk into the sex shop, but as soon as she spied the toy, she knew she had to have it. It was almost a perfect replica of Raymond's cock. It wasn't as good as the real deal, but it got her off.
Susannah's mind began to head down the familiar roads of fantasy. In the morning light, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out the vibrator. Slipping her panties off and tossing them carelessly to the floor, she turned on the buzzing cock and lowered it to her heat.
She thought of meeting a man in some chance encounter. He would sense her loneliness, her need. That unexpressed desire to be with someone who truly appreciated her. He would seduce her, but it would hardly be seduction, for she fell for this fantasy man at first sight.
Susannah held the vibrator close and began to massage her breast with her free hand, imagining the fantasy man doing this to her. She closed her eyes. The man would slip one strap of her dress off, exposing a breast. Susannah slipped one strap of her nightgown off her shoulder, and moved her hand to her bare breast. The man would bring his lips to the nipple and tease it gently. Susannah pinched her nipple, rolling that pink nub between her fingers.
“Oh!” she gasped, and turned the vibe up a little. The powerful buzzing was sending little jolts through her body. The fantasy man had his hand between her legs now, he was kissing her all over, making her wet with desire.
Susannah was panting now. She held the vibrator tight to her clit as hot sensation spread through her body. Her hand worked its way down her body, and she snaked a finger inside herself. Fucking herself with her hand, the vibrator on her clit, she shattered hard. The climax washed over her in dizzying waves.
“Fuck!” she cried, cumming hard. She bucked against her hand and the vibe, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Then, she couldn't hold back. She cried out, again and again, as the orgasm swept through her.
Finally, incredibly, she came down from her peak. Panting, she switched off her vibrator and tossed it to the side. She laid in bed for a few moments, cooling down. Then she sighed, and got up to take a shower. She had to be at work in an hour.
* * *
After Susannah got off work, she went grocery shopping. A few things for dinner, food for the cat. She stood in the checkout line impatiently as the elderly woman in front of her struggled with swiping her card. Finally, the clerk began to ring her up.
“So, got any plans for tomorrow? It's Valentine's Day, you know!” the clerk asked.
Susannah frowned. Something about this perky little girl reminding her yet again about Valentine's Day really ticked her off.
Susannah swiped her card and said, “As a matter of fact, I DON'T have any plans for Valentine's Day! Do you? Or are you just going to sit behind your little register tomorrow and ask people if they're having a good one?”
In a huff, Susannah grabbed her groceries and walked out the door to her car. She was instantly embarrassed at her outburst. What a stupid thing to do! She shopped there all the time too. Now she'd be too ashamed to set foot inside there again.
She put her groceries inside her car and was about to leave when she heard a man calling out.
“Miss! Miss! Excuse me!”
She turned to see a well-dressed handsome man jogging towards her, holding a piece of paper in his hand. As he came closer, she saw it was a receipt. Of course. She had left her receipt inside. This must be the manager.
“Oh, thank you.” she said, blushing. “Listen, I'm sorry about what happened in there.”
The man shook his head. “Don't worry about it, miss.” he said. “I happen to agree with your sentiment. Those perky cashiers can be a little annoying sometimes.”
Susannah frowned. Wasn't the manager supposed to take the side of the employees in a situation like this?
The man pulled out a card and handed it to her. “If you'd like, call me. I'm free tomorrow night. It would be my pleasure to be your Valentine's date.” The man gave a charming grin and turned, jogging back into the store.