Derrick held the door open for dozens of Upper West Side housewives who looked through him. He hailed them cabs, got their bags, complemented their luxury items they used to piece themselves together. And they sometimes returned his greetings. Derrick was 35, a solidly-built former hockey player who blew his knee out in college. He was handsome and polite, but knew how to get what he wanted if necessary. Many of the housewives wore heavy eyeshadow, dark lipstick. His mind wandered to what some of them looked like naked. In his earlier days he had fucked a fair share of older women. One was as old as 53. She was a beautiful woman with large tits. She was Cassie, his teammate Henri's aunt, who came to a game. He was 20 at the time, and still gets hard thinking about her when she snuck up behind him in the locker room while the rest of his teammates and their families met at a restaurant.
Cassie took control immediately. They had flirted harmlessly in the past, but he never expected what would happen. The locker room was empty, and he was wearing a towel, just out of the shower. She pushed him against the wall and before he could protest, she took his cock in her hands and licked it up and down. He nearly came as she looked up at him and started furiously sucking his cock. He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth. She gagged as she took him deeper into her throat. She knew what she was doing. Pretty soon he came and she took it all.
"Excuse me," a woman holding a lot of bags said as she bumped passed him. He was jarred back to reality.
"Sorry Ms. Lyle," he said as he looked her up and down. She smiled. The two of them had been harmlessly flirting since he started. In a small way he reminded him of Cassie.
He was laid off last year from a small startup company that tracked online ads. Luckily a high school pal hooked him up with this doorman job so he commuted into Manhattan from his small house in Queens where his young wife, Kate, took care of their 2-year-old Maya. The job required tough hours, and as the new guy he worked the 5 pm overnight shift with one other guy.
He enjoyed the attention he got from women, but he loved his wife and daughter. He had lived that wild life and was settling down. It was time to grow up.
He couldn't help but notice that the rest of the older housewives, with their Botox-ed faces, and personal trainer-honed asses roundly ignored him. No one was interested in a doorman. Except for Ms. Lyle.
Ms. Lyle was stepping into her limo as she caught a glance at the new doorman. She eyed him stealthily behind her large Fendi framed sunglasses. Ms. Lyle was 50 years old, a real classic beauty with long brown hair and fair skin. She was aging gracefully, and her husband was the former head of a large hedge fund. He was stern, cold and unrelenting. All decisions came through him. He even dictated where she meet her best friends for brunch. What he did not know was that his wife, Ms. Cassandra Lyle lived a life of utter debauchery.
She has what she calls pet projects. She eyes a target, a young man, and gets her way. The rush of this seduction game makes her feel. Something.
Ms. Lyle had been eyeing how Derrick's broad shoulders and muscular frame filled out his doorman's navy uniform for months. They flirted and she saw in his eyes that he had been suppressing himself for some time. He also reminded her of her son's friend whom she seduced years ago. Ms Lyle turned to her assistant Angie, a lithe, 20-year-old, with red hair, and nodded. Angie was the daughter of one of her husband's colleagues who she seduced one afternoon at a company barbecue. She soon began to work for her, and receive college credit.
Angie brushed her hair back and let her hands drift down passed the long chain of pearls, her soft blouse, and up her short black skirt. She spread her legs and put one foot on the car seat in front, her black heels digging into the leather. She started touch herself over her black laced thong. Small circles, gently at first, and then with more pressure as she locked eyes with Ms. Lyle.
"I'm starting to get so wet," Angie purred. "I love how you watch me. I can feel your tongue licking me up and down."
Ms. Lyle took out the small curved vibrator and slowly started to lick the tip while watching Angie move her tiny fingers under the black lace, her face flushed, and eyes closed. Angie's low moans filled the car.
"Please Ms. Lyle. Use it. I want it now." Angie was breathing harder now.
Ms. Lyle turned on the vibrator and held it just above Angie's clit. Angie let out a tortured sigh, and then a louder moan, as Ms. Lyle applied the slightest pressure.
Derrick was sleeping while Kate was bathing Maya and her thoughts drifted to the night last summer where her car broke down and with Derrick at work, his friend Henri came to get him. Henri was from Montreal and was French Canadian. He was Derrick's former teammate and best friend. Henri still played on a professional team just below the NHL. His accent was buttery sweet, and he was taller than Derrick.
It was an inconvenience, but Maya was with her grandmother so she had time to wait, and when Henri arrived he gave her a warm hug and she pressed herself a little too hard against his muscular chest. She blushed.
Henri had had a few drinks and his breath smelled like Scotch. His smile was beautiful and it melted her a little. She was attracted to him because he was handsome of course, but there was a slight twinge of jealousy because he knew her husband so well. Possibly better than she did. He let his hands linger a bit longer on her lower back than he should have.
"Thanks for coming to get me. I can't believe it broke down."
"You mean this heap of junk," he said in his French accent. He grinned and opened the door for her.
They were both a little tipsy and they laughed a flirted a bit. And then it just happened. She leaned in to say goodnight before getting out and Henri kissed her softly. She felt his day-old stubble, and kissed him back but only gently before quickly pulling away.
"I'm sorry. I have to…it's late," she stammered.
Maya kicked up water and it hit her in the face. Kate started to laugh.
Inside Ms. Lyle's office she gathered things neatly in a row: candles, lube, silk scarves, and hand cuffs. On Thursday her husband would be in Japan and that would give her plenty of time to ready things for Derrick.
Angie walked in, her heels clicking on the marble floors.
"Mr. Laraque is here to see you," she said.
Before she leaves she gives the man a good look up and down. He towers over her.
"Ah Mr. Laraque," she said cheerily. "I hope you have the flash drive for me."
"You can just call me Henri," he said. He did not return Ms. Lyle's smile.
She was sitting on the leather chair behind her desk. Her long, tan legs crossed. Her tan stilettos poking out from under her desk. Her hair was pulled back and she was dressed to do business.
"Ah you should cheer up. I mean you're doing me such a favor. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you. Oh, that's right. I'm paying you a lot of fucking money so hand it over."
Henri handed over the flash drive and sat down. Ms. Lyle put it into her lap top and started the video. A slow smile crept across her face. On the screen you could see in the hazy green glow of night vision a beautiful woman get out of a car and head to her porch, but she's stopped at the door. The driver of the car had gotten out and was saying something to her. She pushed him away, but the large man grabbed her arms at the elbows and pulled her too him and their lips locked.
The man kissed down the woman's neck and pushed her against the front door. She tried to push him off but failed twice before she started to run her hands up his shirt over his abs and up his chest. Before long, the video showed her on her knees, as the large man arched his head back. He stood her up and turned her around so her hands were up against the front door. There was no sound, but you could see the large man fuck her with an intensity that caused Ms. Lyle to shift in her seat.
"Well done. Very well done," she exclaimed. "That didn't look like it was too difficult."
"You know I love her, right?" Henri said.
Derrick was handcuffed to Ms. Lyle's bed. His large, muscled frame strained against the cold metal of the cuffs and the metal framed bed. The bed was bolted to the wall. He had brought Ms. Lyle's bags to her suite, and things got complicated. He hated himself for letting things get this far. Ms. Lyle had brushed against him when he entered and she had asked to rub a knot out of her neck. Her scent was intoxicating. He remembered wanting to kiss her neck beneath her long locks. Then he stood frozen as a young woman came over while he was kneading Ms. Lyle's shoulders and began to hungrily kiss her as he rubbed her neck. The next 30 minutes spiraled out of his control.
Although, deep down he knew he could have left.
He can still remember how Ms. Lyle threw her head back, her hair cascading down behind her, as she screamed in ecstasy. Angie was licking her asshole and sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. Ms. Lyle's orgasm was loud and filled the empty room and echoed off of the marble floors. Her juices dripped down Angie's face, and down her leg, down to her Laboutin heels. When it was over they both deviously smiled at Derrick.
Angie, still dressed in a tight pencil skirt and sky-high heels, walked slowly over to him.
"You are lucky she chose you," she says with a hint of jealousy.
He looked her up and down. Angie's young skin was firm and tan. She was wearing glasses and had her hair pulled back. Some sweat dripped into his eyes, and he shook his head a few times. Angie leaned in close and began to run her hands over the sheets inching closer to Derrick's leg. He could smell her sweet skin, her perfume. Her bright red nails inched closer to his knee before stopping. He had just seen Angie's face buried in Ms. Lyle's ass, and he was dying to taste Angie's sweet lips.
"Settle down," she cooed as she watched his hard cock twitch under the sheet. "You will get your turn." At that moment you could hear the click of Ms. Lyle's Laboutins on the marble.
"Just play the video darling, and we'll start there."
Derrick felt alive. His mind raced. He thought of Kate and felt a twinge of guilt. And then he looked up to see Kate on the television. She had gotten out of a car, and was standing on the porch of their home, then it cut to her pressed against their front door by a large man. His pants were around his ankles and her sun dress was nearly up over her shoulders. He did not believe what he was seeing. Her head was arched back, his hands around her breasts, his mouth at her ear. Kate's hand crept back and grabbed the man's head. He couldn't hear what was being said, but by the ferocity of his thrusts and how her face was twisted in ecstasy, her screams silent, he could tell she was enjoying it. His 8.5 inch dick was straining under the sheet. His biceps strained at the metal handcuffs and now he was sweating a lot. He was glistening. An odd mixture of rage, jealously and lust was burning in his stomach.
"Your wife Kate has amazing calves, it's too bad those boots hide them," Ms. Lyle said. "I am getting wet just watching this. What about you Angie?"
Derrick's eyes rolled back in his head as Angie leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock. "I would fuck your wife in a second," she whispered as she began to stroke Derrick's cock.
Ms. Lyle turns from the TV and sits at the foot of the bed crossing her long, bronze legs. "You are going to do everything we say tonight and never say anything to anyone."
Angie was now working her soft lips up and down and Derrick tried to speak. "No, you will watch and do everything we say," Ms. Lyle said. "It will be worth it."
Ms. Lyle directed everything that happened next. Derrick was now thrusting his hips forward to meet Angie's mouth as she took him into her throat.
"Angie get on top of him."
Derrick watched as a Angie's tight ass hovered over his cock and watched as it slid into her tight little pussy. Derrick yelled out as she ground her hips in his lap. He wanted to pull her straight brown hair as it flew around her shoulders. Angie's legs were strong and she fucked him hard, and rubbed her clit.
"Angie I want you to cum for me," Ms. Lyle said, still seated next to the bed.
Angie rubbed her tiny clit, and threw her head back as Derrick's cock thrust deep inside her. "Oh fuck," she screamed as she looked into Ms. Lyle's eyes. "I'm cumming for you. I'm cumming!"
Her slim, tanned legs shook as her orgasm rushed through her. Her eyes locked on Ms.Lyle.
Derrick pulled hard on the chains. "Oh God, go faster, I'm going to cum." He was sweating and feeling conflicted, but the image of his wife Kate on the screen getting fucked by a stranger, and Angie's tight cunt felt so hot and he wanted to explode inside her.
Ms. Lyle was staring hard at Derrick and shifted in her seat as she watched his muscles flex with each thrust into Angie. "Angie slow down, and turn around," she commanded.
Angie faced Derrick and with her hands on his chest began to slowly grind herself on his cock. Derrick watched as her hair slid over her face, and then he closed his eyes. "I'm going to cum," he yelled.
"Angie swallow his cock." Angie got off and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and stroked it up and down furiously as Derrick's cum erupted into her mouth. Angie's eyes were on Ms. Lyle as she jerked the last bit of cum from Derrick.
"Now come over here," Ms. Lyle said. "I want to taste him."
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