The Suicide Princess (8 page)

Stephanie navigated away from checking email, and she instead Googled “free hot porn.”

A plethora of results came back, and Stephanie selected one that brought her to a free, tube-style video site. Stephanie had never watched porn on her own, and she was pleasantly surprised by the variety of videos the site offered. She noticed there were several categories, and she clicked on the link “hardcore.”

Stephanie scrolled through the videos until she saw one titled, “Innocent Amateur Gets Fucked,” and the thumbnail of the video showed an attractive female sitting on a couch.
Stephanie thought,
this is perfect.

Stephanie began watching the video, which was filmed from the man's point of view. The video was very amateurish, as it was simply a man holding a camera and the woman. It started with the man asking the woman several sex related questions and him asking her to strip. Stephanie skipped forward on the video until it reached a point where the woman was on her knees performing oral sex on the man. The camera was pointing downward, and Stephanie watched as she stroked and sucked his large cock.

Watching the video instantly turned Stephanie on, and she watched further until she decided she didn't want to just watch. She set the laptop down next to her, and her eyes remained glued to the screen as she slid her hand down the front of her tight boy shorts. Her fingers met her pussy, and she was already wet and fully aroused. She used the pad of her index and middle fingers to gently massage her clit in a circular motion. Her legs widened as she pressed firmly with her fingers. Stephanie started gently as she watched the blowjob being performed on her screen, but as the scene intensified, so did her own play.

Stephanie's fingers worked feverishly as she watched the cameraman and woman having sex in a number of positions. The man in the video asked the woman where she wanted him to cum, and she excitedly announced, “Cum
on my face. Cum all over my face.”

The woman pulled away and dropped to her knees
, and Stephanie watched as the man started cumming on the woman's face. The woman not only seemed to be enjoying her facial, but she seemed to be craving each drop of the man’s load, and the scene had Stephanie vigorously masturbating herself into a juicy orgasm. Stephanie took a long deep breath and exhaled as her body felt limp and numb. She reflected on the video she just watched and thought,
oh yeah, I can totally do this.

***

Stephanie woke up in the morning to find Jacob had already left. This made it easier for Stephanie to pack herself a bag with her new lingerie since she wouldn't be comfortable wearing it all day in work. The heels she selected also wouldn't be the most comfortable for the office, so Jacob being gone made it much easier for Stephanie to pack a bag without the need to explain why she was bringing those things to work. Stephanie looked at the heels she selected for a moment before putting them in the bag, and she knew Derrick was going to absolutely love them.

Stephanie went to work, and her workload nearly took her mind off of Derrick. She was thankful for the volume of work her new case was giving her because if she wasn't so busy, her thought
s would be focused on Derrick all day. While her workload nearly kept her mind off Derrick, it didn't completely. Stephanie tried to text message Derrick throughout the day, but he never responded. The lack of response was unusual, and it left her worried.

When lunch finally came, she decided to work straight through. Karen called in sick for the day, and Stephanie couldn't stand to be alone with her thoughts for an hour. She was already a nervous wreck, and if she had to think quietly on her own, the anticipation would be unbearable. Working through lunch was the only way Stephanie was going to make it through her day.

Stephanie looked at her watch and saw it was ten minutes to five. She checked her phone, and she found she had still not received a response from Derrick. She began to worry if something had happened to him, and she thought of canceling her plans with him. She thought her night was ruined until she heard the rigid sound of her phone vibrating on her desk. It was a short single vibration, and she knew it was a text message.

“See you soon,”
Derrick said in the simple text.

“Where have you been all day? I've been worried sick!”
Stephanie replied.

“Do you remember where I told you to be?”

“I do,”
answered Stephanie.

“Follow directions, bad girl. See you soon.”

Stephanie closed the door to her office, and she activated the lock in the doorknob. Stephanie undressed, carefully laying her clothes on her desk so as to keep them from wrinkling. She retrieved her bag from beneath her desk, and she began to dress in the attire she bought for Derrick.

Once she was back in her work clothes and freshened with perfume, Stephanie put her makeup on.
She applied just enough to be almost bordering on too much; she not only wanted to be bad, she also wanted to look the part in every way. She left her work heels on as she left the office, only putting her playtime heels on once she was safely in the privacy of her car. The wheels on Stephanie's car chirped loudly as she excitedly pulled out of the parking garage and made her way to Derrick.

Stephanie parked her car a few blocks from the coffee shop where she was to meet with Derrick. She was frustrated by having to walk so far in the heels, but she also felt lucky to have even found a parking
spot at this time of day. Stephanie did everything she could to stay focused and not crumble from anxiety. As Stephanie walked to the coffee shop, she felt the stare of every man she walked past. Their gazes made her feel like they knew of the secret lingerie beneath her clothes, but in fact, it was just the sexuality she was exuding which they were picking up on. Her makeup, her strut, her heels, she was a woman any man would be happy to even fantasize about, but tonight she was all Derrick's.

Stephanie was quite early for her meeting, so she stopped into a nearby pub to grab a bite befor
e meeting with Derrick. The bar-tender, while still wiping a pint glass dry, turned and welcomed her to the bar.

“Hi, can I get you a menu, or are you just here for a drink?” he asked.

“Do you have a Caesar salad?”

“No, I'm sorry,” he apologetically replied. “We do have a house salad, though.”

“Can I get chicken on that?”

“Yeah, we have chicken tenders. I can just cut a couple up and throw them in.”

“That would be perfect,” Stephanie said with a smile.

“And to drink?” he asked.

“Water with a lemon, please.”

“Water with a lemon, and a house salad with some chicken thrown in,” the bartender repeated.

“You know what,” Stephanie paused before continuing, “Make it a Jack and Coke.”

Stephanie knew she was going to be tested once she was with Derrick, and she knew there may be things that she might not be one hundred percent comfortable with, but she did not want to disappoint him. Stephanie recognized this as the opportunity to actually live out her fantasies, and she didn't want to look back with disappointment. She promised to remove the word “no” from her vocabulary for one night.

After she barely touched her salad, but easily washed down three cocktails, Stephanie realized it was time to go meet her fate. The bartender handed her the bill, and she passed him her debit card to pay. The bartender was back at the point of sale register, and he was just about to swipe her card, when Stephanie yelled, “Stop! Stop! Don't swipe it.”

Stephanie was intent on only having a short affair with Derrick, and she absolutely never wanted Jacob to ever find out about her indiscretions. As an attorney, she was also something of an investigator, and she knew even the smallest slip up could lead to her being caught. Having her bar visit
appear on her and Jacob's bank statement could be the first step to her secret unraveling, and Stephanie knew better than to leave such a clue.

“What's wrong?” asked the bartender.

“Don't use that card, please. I just realized that's the wrong one. Here, let me pay in cash.”

“Cash works just fine for me,” the bartender said as he returned her debit card.

Stephanie left the bar and walked to the coffee shop. She looked at her watch and she knew she was going to be right on time. The buzz of her cocktails had alleviated nearly all of her earlier anxiety, and the anxiety had shifted into complete anticipation. The heels of her shoes made a distinct clicking sound with each step.

Stephanie walked into the small coffee shop where she saw Derrick sitting on a plush loveseat in the back corner. Derrick had one ankle resting on the opposite knee, and both arms stretched along the top of the loveseat. He had a way about him that made it seem as though he felt like he owned the place, as if he were saying, “This is mine.”

Stephanie walked slowly towards Derrick, staring at him as she seductively placed one foot in front of the other, wagging her hips with each step. She reached the loveseat and stood before him, standing with her legs slightly spread.

“I'm here,” she said. “And I am dressed exactly as you instructed.....sir.”

Derrick sat in the plush couch, surrounded by the pleasant odor of brewing coffee. The shop was filled with patrons, but he couldn’t focus on anyone but the woman standing before him. Derrick saw Stephanie wearing a white, three-button blouse, a form fitting red skirt, and black stockings. As his gaze moved down past her legs, he saw her wearing a pair of black heels with a small platform and a five-inch heel. The heels had a buckled ankle strap, and in the back of his mind, even though he had no intention of telling her so, he knew Stephanie completely nailed it. Derrick could see the faint outline of Stephanie’s black bra beneath her white shirt, and he didn’t want to waste another minute.

“Sir?”
Derrick asked without standing from his seat. “I like that. And just what will I call you?”

“You can call me anything your heart desires,” Stephanie replied.

“For tonight, I just want to call you mine,” Derrick said with a seductive tone.

“Then come take
what’s yours.”

Derrick stood and reached his hand toward Stephanie
’s. Their fingers intertwined as they held hands, and Derrick led Stephanie to the door.

“Do you live close by?” Stephanie asked.

“I live in the building right next door. The doorman is kind of a pain in the ass, so if you ever visit, it’s just easier to have me come down and meet you.”

Derrick walked Stephanie to a large, red brick apartment building adjacent to the coffee shop. They approached the d
oor, and a smartly dressed doorman welcomed Derrick back as he opened the door for the pair. Once inside, Stephanie was impressed by the building’s lobby which was the complete opposite of the building’s plain, nondescript fascia. The lobby was adorned with marble floors, beautiful brass fixtures, and exquisite art deco lighting.

“You live here?” Stephanie asked with disbelief.

“That’s what my driver’s license says,” replied Derrick in his typical smart ass demeanor.

“I
’m impressed. Being a private investigator must be paying well these days,” Stephanie said as Derrick pressed the elevator call button.

The elevator doors retracted open as Derrick was responding, “I
’m not a private investigator, you brat.”

The two entered the vacant elevator, and Derrick pressed the button for the eleventh floor. As the elevator began i
ts ascent, Derrick grabbed Stephanie and pushed her into the corner. The two fell into a passionate kiss as Derrick grabbed Stephanie’s waist with both hands, pulling her in closer to him.

His left hand maintained its grip on Stephanie
’s waist as his right hand firmly grabbed her ass. “Like being a little brat?” he asked.

“Depends,” said Stephanie. “Will it get me into trouble?”

“A lot of trouble,” Derrick whispered between kissing her.

Stephanie gasped and answered, “Then I love being a brat.”

As the elevator reached its destination, Derrick gripped Stephanie’s hand and again led her as they went to his apartment. As they entered, Stephanie walked into a large, open floor plan apartment. The floors were gloss black marble, the walls were red brick, and the ceilings were black, industrial-style with exposed air vents and girders. The ultra-modern apartment was finished off with beautiful black leather furniture, and unique pieces of art and decor adorning the walls. Along the rear wall of the large apartment was a complete, fully chromed motorcycle.

“Oh my God, is that motorcycle real?” Stephanie asked.

“It is.”

“Why do you have a motorcycle in your apartment?” she wanted to know. “I mean, don
’t get me wrong, it looks so cool, but that’s just very different.”

“I designed that bike myself, and then I had a custom builder make it exactly to my design. I meant to ride it, but it came out so perfect, I just couldn
’t bring myself to put it on the street. So, I keep it right there, where it will always stay beautiful.”

Stephanie looked to D
errick and began unbuttoning the three buttons on her shirt while saying, “I’d love for you to take me for a ride some time.”

“I plan on taking you for a ride right now,” said Derrick. “I have to take a quick shower, but my bedroom is right there. Go make yourself comfortable, and I
’ll be in in a few minutes.”

Derrick walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and Stephanie went to Derrick
’s room. He had a large king sized bed, with a soft, thick, goose down comforter, and luxuriously soft maroon sheets. The room held the same ultra-modern style as the rest of the apartment, but had little decor. The room was simple, yet elegant, and it held true to what Stephanie was expecting.

Stephanie quickly removed her clothes so she would be ready when Derrick returned. She removed her shirt and skirt, and she laid on the bed waiting for Derrick. She awkwardly positioned herself in various poses, trying to find just the perfect position to welcome Derrick. She thought to herself,
stop over-thinking this, Stephanie. Think like a bad girl.

A few minutes later, Derrick walked in to the room to discover the sexiest sight. Stephanie was
laying in his bed wearing black, lace-top thigh highs, a black garter belt, a black thong, and a black bra. Her legs were spread wide, and she was looking directly at Derrick while gently playing with herself through her panties. Derrick looked to the floor, and he saw the heels removed from her feet and next to his bed.

“What are those doing down there?” Derrick asked.

“I didn’t want to wear them on your bed and mess up your comforter.”

Derrick walked towards Stephanie and said, “Let me explain something to you.”

He placed his hand behind her head and guided her to a seated position. He then gently pulled on the back of her shoulder, guiding her forward while pulling upward on her hip with his other hand. Derrick guided Stephanie so that she was positioned on her hands and knees. He reached forward and pressed on the back of her head, pushing it towards the bed so Stephanie now had her shoulders and face on the bed with her ass high in the air.

Derrick continued speaking, “I told you tonight
was going to be about following directions. Who told you to take your shoes off?”

“No one,” said Stephanie feeling as if she
’d let Derrick down.

“Tonight, when you do
good, you’ll be rewarded,” Derrick said as he massaged her pussy through her panties, indicating pleasure as her reward.

“And if I don
’t follow directions?”

Derrick responded with a hard slap to Stephanie
’s ass.

“Ouch!” she yelped.

Derrick stared at Stephanie in the face-down-ass-up position. He could see her anus peeking around the string of her t-back thong, and he forcefully pressed his thumb against it as he said, “You’ll be punished.”

“No, no, no,” pleaded Stephanie. “I
’ll be good, I’ll be so good.”

“Call me sir,” Derrick instructed while giving Stephanie another spank.

“I’ll be good, sir,” Stephanie quickly replied.

“That
’s what I want to hear,” said Derrick. He continued, “The position you’re in right now, we’re going to call that ‘your position.’ Any time I tell you to get into your position, this is where I want you.”

“Good, because this is my favorite,
sir,” declared Stephanie.

“Now, get
down and put your shoes back on.”

Stephanie crawled
off the bed and onto the floor. She sat, sliding her foot into her shoe and buckling the strap around her ankle, as she looked up at Derrick. He was standing in front of her, wearing only a towel which was hanging low on his waist. Derrick was in excellent physical condition, with muscular arms, a strong chest, and very defined abdominal muscles. As she finished buckling her heels, Derrick helped Stephanie to her feet. He kissed her lips and pulled her near as he asked, “Are you ready to push boundaries?”

“So fucking ready,
sir,” she replied, and they began kissing passionately.

Derrick and Stephanie kissed, and Derrick
’s passion was setting Stephanie on fire. The strength of his hands on her body encouraged her to pull the towel from his waist and wrap her petite hand around his growing cock. Stephanie began to stroke him as Derrick kissed her neck and chest. Derrick forcefully pulled both of her bra straps down, revealing her beautiful breasts. His hands cupped and massaged her breasts as Derrick began licking, sucking and gently biting her nipples. Derrick’s actions only made Stephanie stroke him even harder until she felt he was rock-hard in her hand.

Stephanie slowly lowered herself to her knees, looking up at Derrick. “I don
’t want to do anything without being told, sir. What would you like?”

Derrick didn
’t say a word, but answered by placing his hand on the back of Stephanie’s head and pulling her in. With her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her hungry mouth took the tip of his cock, and she began sliding her hand back and forth as her tongue swirled around his tip. Stephanie began taking more and more of Derrick into her mouth, and she increased the pace at which she was moving her head in and out. Stephanie thought of the porno she had recently watched, and she wanted to perform just as the woman in the video. Within minutes, what started as Stephanie teasing with her hand and mouth, erupted into an intense blowjob. Her head was bobbing in and out, and she was pumping his cock with her fist.

Derrick told Stephanie to stand, and once on her feet, he said, “Get into your position.”

Without skipping a beat, Stephanie crawled onto the bed, lowered her head and shoulders, and made her ass wiggle to tease Derrick. She felt Derrick pull her thong to the side, and she felt his breath exhale against her as he began to kiss and nibble the back of her thighs. His lips moved closer and closer to her pussy until she finally felt his warm tongue press against her wet lips. Derrick wasted no time, and he began to lick Stephanie’s pussy exactly as she loved it to be done. His tongue alternated between flat pressed strokes against her clit and a swirling motion that drove her insane.

Stephanie moaned and squealed as she panted, “Is this a reward
, sir?”

“It is,” mumbled Derrick without stopping his devouring of Stephanie
’s pussy.

Derrick pulled away and said, “Roll over and come here.”

Stephanie rolled into a seated position, and Derrick moved his face towards her own. Their lips met, and Derrick delivered a deep kiss to Stephanie. “Mmmmm, so yummy,” said Stephanie.

“Want to taste more?” Derrick asked.

“Yes, please.”

Derrick pushed on Stephanie
’s chest, laying her on her back. He placed his hands on the backs of her knees and he spread her legs open. The instant his mouth met with her pussy again, she let out a moan of sheer pleasure. Derrick used his fingers to pull her lips open, and his tongue pressed into her clit once again.

Derrick continued licking and sucking on Stephanie until her breathing became deep and rapid, and her chest started to become flush red, both signs of her impending orgasm. She whimpered, “Derrick, I want to cum. May I please cum
, sir?”

Derrick
’s response was to press harder and move his tongue faster, an indication that he wanted her to orgasm. Stephanie’s body began to shake, and her foot began to convulse as the feeling built up in her lower abdomen. A feeling of wave after wave of intense orgasm rippled through Stephanie’s body, and her back arched as she screamed out, “Holy fuck, I’m cumming!”

Stephanie
’s body settled, and she struggled for breath as Derrick stood upright. Stephanie was laying on her back, with her ass right at the edge of the bed. Derrick stood before her and asked, “What do I get now?”

Stephanie, between breaths, said, “Any damn thing you want.”

Stephanie closed her eyes and relaxed into the mattress as she felt Derrick’s cock sliding into her. He entered her as deep as she could take him, and he immediately began increasing the intensity, until he was fucking her so hard that Stephanie had to hold her breasts to keep them from bouncing.

“Move your hands, and
let your tits bounce,” Derrick instructed.

Stephanie did as she was told, and Derrick began to fuck her even harder. Stephanie, wanting to try talking dirty, said, “Fuck me, Derrick. Fuck me.”

Derrick slapped the inside of Stephanie’s thigh and said, “You can do better than that, bad girl.”

“Fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck my hot little pussy.”

Derrick delivered another, and much harder, slap to Stephanie’s thigh, “Do better or it’s punishment time.”

Wanting desperately to please Derrick, and also very intimidated by the thought of what Derrick might do for a punishment, Stephanie belted out, “Fuck my dirty little cunt
, sir. Fuck it like I’m your slut.”

A smile brewed across Derrick
’s face as he said, “Good fucking girl. Now get back in your position.”