FATEFUL ENCOUNTERS -chapters 7 and 8

7)

Lisa Marie decided to call it a night. The party was winding down and she had a pounding tension headache.  All night long, she had been the perfect hostess, perfect party girl, perfect daughter, and perfect mother.  She had even made sure to not let her alcohol consumption get out of hand until Riley and Ben had left with Priscilla.  They would spend the night with their grandmother before being picked up by Danny for a vacation tomorrow. 

Janet had left earlier than expected. She gave her a big hug  and asked her not to let her brother get to her.  Yeah….easier said than done.  Lisa could not believe he had sent her a sex toy!  What in the world went on in this man’s mind sometimes?  Of course, after staring at it a while debating if she should cave his head in with the thing, she had burst out laughing, started to see how funny this was.  She wondered how Michael had bought this gift.  Did he send one of his personal assistants out?  Did he order it on the Internet? 

The accompanying card read, “Something to tie you over till I see you again.  Oh, and …does it look familiar?”  Well, the girth and length looked VERY familiar.  As did the shape and form.  Michael, the egomaniac had a dildo made according to his measurements. Which, of course were amazing and astounding- even after all those years, and thus made for an impressive toy.  But still?  Who does that?  Oh, yeah, the King of her world- Michael Jackson.

She took the toy out and held it in her hands- the glass feeling cool and smooth- except for the built in ridges.  Lisa smiled and shook her head again.  He was nuts.  And she missed him so much.  She considered putting her present to good use. It would be rude to be ungrateful and disregard presents, after all- but she decided to take a shower first.  She poured herself a glass of red wine and turned on her CD player as she took off her dress, her stocking, and her lingerie. 

The music followed her into her roomy bathroom due to the speakers connected to the main unit.  She turned the water on as Michael’s voice started to fill the room.  She shook her head- she had not even paid attention what was loaded in her cd player.  Michael’s Dangerous might not have been her first selection this night. Part of her was still upset that he had not called, had not bothered to get in touch with her.  And sending a dildo did not qualify as an outreach attempt. 

As the water warmed and the bathroom started to steam up her mirrors, Lisa picked up her remote one more time to turn up the volume.  It felt so good to be home alone and to not have to worry about the children.  She stepped into her large shower.  The walls and floors were tiled in light colored Italian tile, rounded, built in granite seats occupied the walls on two sides.  The shower held multiple shower heads, and right now, she had two shower heads on opposing walls turned on, massaging her tired body, soothing her mind.  She reached for the shampoo and worked the lather into her hair, then rinsed it off.

Michael’s song, In The Closet, reverberated from the tiled walls, she could fell the bass physically, her heart rate amplifying with the beat.  Her breathing likewise increased as she started to lather her body with Jasmine scented shower gel.  She felt herself moving to the music, her pelvis swaying to the beat. Her hands felt wonderful on her increasingly sensitive skin.  The song, as always started to heat her blood, and she noticed a familiar, warm feeling spreading from her core to the center of her womanhood.  The wetness had nothing whatsoever to do with the surrounding water. Lisa used the lather around her breasts now, lingering on her suddenly large and pointed nipples, the palm of her hands flat against them, applying pressure. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, one hand gliding down her stomach toward the patch of tawny hair.

Suddenly, a cool breeze entered the heated space, making shiver bumps appear on her skin.

“Need some help?” The words were spoken in a deep voice, the words slurred lazily.

She smiled.  Smiled at her lack of surprise, smiled at his ability to always make a grand entrance.  She opened her eyes slowly and saw him standing braced between her now open shower doors.  One arm was extended, leaning on the frame of the glass door, his other hand was on his hip.  His head was cocked to the side in, his eyes already dark and heated.  His hair was tied back carelessly; soft curls having escaped, and lining his beautiful face. He looked so cocky and very proud  of himself. 

“Should I even ask how you got in?”

“Does it matter?” He raised an eyebrow as he reached out and touched some foam on her shoulder lightly and playfully.  The shiver bumps were not from the cool breeze anymore.

She reached out and grabbed hold of his belt, pulling him forcefully into the shower.  The quick movement made him lose balance, and he stumbled into the streams of water, still fully clothed except for his socks and shoes, which he obviously already had taken off.

He let out a squeal.

“Hey are you nuts?  You are getting me all wet!”

“Just returning the favor, dear.”

He laughed and threw his head back, sending water droplets flying.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

Water was plastering his red shirt to his body, his light blue pants leaving no question whether he was happy to see her. He reached out, his hand reaching for her neck, pulling her close to him.  She closed her eyes and anticipated his kiss.  She felt his mouth stopping right above her lips, felt his hot breath on her lips.

“Open your eyes.”

She dragged open her heavy lids, gazed into the dark fire.

“What do you want, Lisa? What can I do for you, now that you have me here, all wet, dripping,…?”

“I don’t know, Michael.  What do you have in mind?”

“He lowered his head and kissed her neck, his tongue flicking over her skin.  He moved to her ear, nipped her earlobe, sucked it into his mouth before biting it gently. All the time, one hand was still at the back of her neck.

The electric shock went right down to her clit as a gush of liquid heat shot into her vagina.  She reached out and started to pull his shirt out of his pants, reaching her hands under the sopping material, running up the hot smoothness of his muscular back. 

Michael, in the meantime, used his free hand to ever so softly rest it at her waist, before running one finger teasingly up her side to her armpit and then along her arm only to return down the underside of her arm after reaching her writs, and down her side.  When he made it to her waist, he slid his hand around to her firm ass, pulling her roughly into him.  His mouth was still torturing her ear, before sucking on her neck and placing small nips along its path back down to her lips.  Before touching her lips, however, he increased the space between them again.

“Feel what you do to me, baby? Did you miss me?

The hand on her ass was now kneading her glutes almost painfully, driving her crazy.

She pressed her lips to his- her tongue sliding out, tracing the outline of his sensual mouth.  He finally opened up, his tongue coming out to meet hers, entangling it in a playful wrestling match. More heat threatened to turn her legs into jelly.

Lisa had in the meantime succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt. His hands left her body for a short time so she could slip it off him without ripping it. She carelessly threw the wet shirt to the other end of the bathroom, not caring about the water splashing on the tiles.  Michael reached both hands around her body now, caressing her ass. Gliding over the solid yet soft globes as his fingers started to descend closer to her pussy.  He almost touched her there, but came back around and his fingers now ran up her back again, kneading her shoulders, her neck.  Her body was on fire, fueled by his teasing.

Lisa was busy with his belt now. The water had made it very difficult to unbuckle it, and her fingers were shaking in anticipation.  Finally!  She pulled the fly open, opened the button, reaching in to free his straining hard that had tantalized her through the thing material. He had gone commando- how typical!

“My, aren’t we in a hurry, today. “

“Shut up, Michael. Seems like you’re  the one forgetting his undies in his hurry to get over here.”

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and smiled.

“Oh yeah? Your mouth will get you into trouble, just wait.”

Her hands closed around his soft steel. She ran her hand up and down his large manhood, then stilled, holding him like a vice. She held his gaze and muttered hoarsely. “We’ll see about that, Michael.  I think my mouth will get you in trouble first.”

With that she sank to her knees in front of him as he stepped out of his pants. Lisa then sat down on one of the built in granite seats, the coolness of the stone sending shockwaves through her as her hot center made contact. She looked up at him, keeping eye contact as her mouth opened. Her tongue appeared and circled the top of his erect penis, stopping at the opening in the center, dipping her tongue in gently, before returning to the circular motion. 

His eyes closed, his head fell back.  She nipped at his penis gently but with determination.

“Mike, don’t look away.  I want you to watch me.”

Ok, he would let her be in control- for now.  And then pay her back later.  He smiled lazily and opened his eyes again.  He almost came right there- she was so beautiful, sitting there, her tan skin on the wet, sparkling stone seat, her hair wet and plastered all around her, her eyes full of haze and smoke, her tongue, wet and pink, at his member.  She now opened her mouth and took him into the molten heat.  His hips moved forward, his hands came to rest on her head.  He felt her tongue running over him, snaking around him, driving him crazy.  He did not think it was possible, but he became harder still.

Lisa must have felt it, too, as he felt her swallow in surprise. Then she moaned slightly, making his head spin in response to the sensation.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, you just take it all in. You can do it.”

She moved her head back slightly and applied gentle suction, pooping his penis out of her mouth for a second before greedily letting him enter her again.  He had a very hard time keeping his eyes open, and she struggled as well, especially as he now fucked her mouth seriously, moving his hips with more force. He felt his penis hitting the back of her throat and for a second worried about her ability to take him all. However, Lisa was up to the challenge and moved her heavenly mouth up and down his dick as he started to teeter dangerously close to his climax.  He felt precum escaping and knew he better stop her- for now.

He pulled out of her mouth almost forcefully, grabbing her by her shoulders, pulling her up.  Her eyes were like liquid silver, her mouth swollen and red; her tongue darted out to lick her lips. His hands ran up and down her back as his mouth found her again, and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, as she sucked on it like she had just seconds before sucked on his dick.

He broke away, and she stared at him in a daze. She took in his blazing eyes: dark molten chocolate, glowing with an inner fire. His pink lips were full and wet; she saw his tongue sliding over his top lip before he bit its full bottom twin.  His hair had become partly undone, the ringlets of his curls all around him now.  His long fingers came around and as he increased the distance between them, he ran his large, elegant fingers over her breasts.  Then he proceeded to trace her outline to her waist.  One hand rested on her waist, while the other one dipped down and spread over her mound.  One long finger stroked her dripping heat- sliding easily back and forth. He entered her with that one finger, moving it around her pussy in circles.

Lisa let out a loud moan. 

He stilled his movement.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Mike.”

“I like it when you beg, Lisa.  Don’t worry, I am just getting started.”

With that he spun her around and took her wrist, bracing them against the cool tiles.  He reached around her and turned the other jets on- which hit her stomach and her breasts with full force.  She let out a sigh.

Michael’s hands traced her arms, back to her back, down to her ass. 

“Keep your hands on the wall, Lisa.  Don’t you dare and let go.”

She heard his dark, deep, commanding voice and a sob of ecstasy escaped from her throat. 

8)

Lisa was starting to shake as anticipation cursed through her.  She felt him close to her. The heat radiating from his body warmed her back while her front was assaulted by the high pressure water jets.  She kept her hands on the tile above her head, her back arched slightly, her ass toward him.  Michael’s hands softly made their way toward her waist where he let them rest. Every nerve in her body told her to arch further back, to make contact with his body, to hit upon the powerful tool she needed to achieve the high she craved. He held her immobile, not letting her find what she needed.

She felt his breath on her neck, his mouth less than an inch from her neck.

“You really have been a very bad girl, you know.”

She moaned.  The game always changed, she could never be sure what he was playing at, and the tension to find out was almost too much.  Through a haze, she felt her nipples tightening and aching, her labia swelling, her pussy becoming even wetter. All this, and he had not even touched any of those places. Damn him and his power over her.

His tongue lapped up droplets of water,- or was it sweat- from her neck.

“Lisa, did you hear me?”

His voice was barely a whisper, the dark timbre stroking her nerves. 

She nodded.

One hand left her waist.  She held her breath.

A second later, she felt the sting on her behind and her head jerked back, her eyes flying open. 

“What?” – The words were a sob.

A sob of ecstasy more so than pain.

“I asked if you were aware that you have been really bad.  And on your birthday…”

“No,  Michael, how was I bad?”  The defiance in her voice edged him on.

The flat hand descended again against her, the sting driving her to distraction, the echo filling the tiled room. The sensation extended from her behind to her clit and her uterus, as her muscles fluttered.

“Michael” She sobbed again.

“You did not invite me.  You hurt my feelings.”

His hand left her ass once more and she held her breath, anticipating its impact. And it came- delivered with precision force, slightly sharper than the previous blow.

“Oh, my God. Michael I am sorry … I’m sorry.”  She was beginning to see stars behind her closed lids.  No way could she be this close to orgasm!

Michael watched the woman writhing in front of him.  Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.  Her back was arched, her perfect ass right there, ready for the taking.  He knew he had not really hurt her- knew how to measure his punishment to inflict pleasure and not pain.  The sensitive skin on her behind was turning read after the three light slaps- the spanking she so richly deserved.

Michael looked own down on himself, his penis painfully engorged and straining upward on his tight stomach.  He felt like he was about to explode, the pleasure of seeing her perfect body, of knowing she was his, headier than the most powerful drug. His hand returned to her waist, as he started to kneel down, caressing her ass softly now.  One hand reached up toward her breast, his long fingers finding her breast, massaging it, feeling her rock hard nipple in the palm of his hand.  He started placing butterfly kisses on the red marks of her butt, as his fingers found her nipple and rubbed it, tortured it.   He felt her shivering, calling his name again; her voice barely audible now.

He nudged her legs apart, and started to kiss, lick, and nip his way from the knee of her left leg up to the apex of her thighs, placing soft kisses on the outside of her dripping, swollen sex, and down the inside of her right thought to her knee.  Her moans and sighs came in rapid succession, her breathing had increased, her body was wracked by random shivers.

“Michael, please…”

“What are you begging for, baby?”

“You know what, put your damn tongue in my pussy, -now.”

He smiled between kissing and licking his way back up from her knee.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Lisa.”

He was so close to her heat now- could smell her intoxicating scent even through the water and the shower gel. His tongue darted out and lapped her slit in one swift motion.

“Oh my God.” She cried out.

He could not believe how wet and swollen she was. 

His mouth descended on her budding sex as he continued to kiss her. His tongue circled her opening, darting inside her, enjoying her sighs and moans.  Backing off  for one second , he  gently blew on her before his mouth fastened on her once more, gently sucking on her swollen flesh before finding her clit as he sucked it into his mouth.  He surrounded the swollen center of her pleasure with his tongue, sucking and lapping in quick succession, his rough tongue stimulating the slippery bud. 

Michael heard her scream and felt her body starting to convulse.  As soon as he felt her climax, he shoved three of his long, elegant fingers up her pussy. 

“Oh my God, Michael, shit….you are killing me…!”

Her legs were shaking and more liquid shot into his mouth.  At the same time he increased the pressure on her nipple and on her clit. She rewarded him with another hoarse scream.

Lisa had become totally disoriented.  As soon as his mouth had closed in on her, she started to feel the pressure waves of her orgasm spread from her uterus to her clit.  She felt like she had been incinerated, every muscle and nerve in her body was on alert.  Her vaginal walls cramped and held his fingers in a vice.  Shockwaves spread through her again and again.

She barely felt his mouth and fingers leaving her as he again rose to his feet from the kneeling position.  The kiss on her neck barely registered.  One hand travelled up her back, her shoulders, her arm, his fingers interlacing with hers.

Michael’s other hand reached for his penis.  He did not know how long he would last if he did not have her now.  He pumped his shaft one time, his thumb rubbing precum over the sensitive head.

“Keep your legs spread, girl. And no one told you to move.”

He guided his penis to her still quivering slit.  Her heat felt like heaven, and he let the head of his penis rest at her entrance.  She tried to move back slightly, trying to force him to enter, knowing full well, he would slide into her dripping center without added help. Her disobedience earned her another light slap on her ass. 

Chiding, he hiss out between clenched teeth, “I told you to be patient!”

Then, with one swift, forceful movement he entered her, filling her to the hilt, almost making her stumble against the wall.

“Is that what you wanted?” His voice was intense, almost angry.

“Michael!” She tried to scream, but her voice was slowly leaving her, rendering his name a moan floating in the steam.

He was also not unaffected, now encased in her velvet, red hot center, and the breath he exhaled was a deep moan.  His arm snaked around her and found her clit.  He circled the sensitive, slippery nub with increasing force, moving his hips against her several times.  On the last impact her kept his member inside her sheath, and moved his hips in circular motion, rewarded by her moans and being gripped by her more tightly still.  Then, he slowly withdrew, almost letting himself pull out of her heat.  She felt the loss, felt the tip of his penis barely at her entrance how, and held her breath.  He held the moment for a torturous couple of seconds, his hand on her also stilling. When she thought she could not take it anymore, he finally rammed into her once more, in one energetic thrust. He reveled in the sound of her moan.  His pace now sped up, not sure how long he could sustain this effort, this torture. The pleasure bordered on heavenly agony now, and he felt pressure building up to almost pain level inside. 

Lisa felt his penis hit her cervix, and once again marveled in the recess of her mind how her petite body could accommodate his immense size.  She was barley coherent as the sensations from his hand on her clit and his penis ramming inside her, targeting each and every one of her nerve centers with ever increasing speed assaulted her senses.

His hands left hers, but she barely noticed him reaching for the controls of the jets in front of her, turning one on cold and one on hot.  As soon as the cool blast hit her breasts and the heat her abdomen, the conflicting sensations sent her over the edge.  She felt the pressure waves that had built both from her clit and from deep in her vagina erupt in shockwaves and converge, forcing her to again hoarsely scream his name, while the intense, explosive pleasure send her body into violent spasms. 

He felt her starting to shake as soon as he changed the temperature on the jets.  She was bucking against him, meeting each forceful thrust with equal vigor.  He felt her walls tightening and started to lose control as he felt his cum shooting down the length of his penis, and releasing in hot jets into Lisa’s womb. His head fell back, sounds escaping as sobs though his clenched teeth.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, Lisa, oh my God!” 

His fingers released her clit and both now held her hands, as he as well, screamed out in ecstasy, their combined moans reverberating from the steamed tiles, intertwining like their hands.

Finally the shockwaves subsided.  Both their breathing was still ragged and fast.  Her head rested on his shoulder, her legs shaking, barely able to sustain her weight.

Michael staggered back toward the built in seat, pulling Lisa with him.  She landed in his lap, half turned around, her arms tightly around his body now.  His arms also closed in around her, as he felt the love he held for her echo in his heart.  She was weak, quiet now, her breathing calming, her heart rate still racing.  Her head was on his shoulder and his hand in her hair, as he tried to catch his breath.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” He whispered against her hair, placing soft kisses on it and her shoulder, as she managed an exhausted smile.  “I’m so glad I didn’t invite you. How else would I have earned all this punishment?”   

He laughed as he scooped her up and carried her out of the shower, gently wrapping a giant towel around them both.

(to be continued)

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