PRETTY ON PINK

INDIA MASTERS
© 2008 India Masters, All Rights Reserved

Carli Shepard greeted her attorney with a watery smile. Obligatory pleasant greeting completed, he ushered her into the conference room where she took a seat across the table from her soon to be ex-husband, David. With a perfunctory nod, she settled into her chair for the final negotiations that would end their brief five-year marriage.

They’d met in college, both of them struggling to make ends meet while completing their senior year. Carli was clerking for Superior Court Judge, Allen Binder when David contracted with the county to set up a new computer network and design their web page. They’d hit if off immediately and before long were sharing his tiny one bedroom apartment in the east village.

She’d passed the bar her first time out and accepted a position with Collin, Wilkins, and Strand, specializing in entertainment law. She’d moved up quickly in the firm and expected to make partner any time. Of course, working toward partnership had meant sacrifices - long hours in negotiations, travel to the west coast, and parties with shallow, famous people who rarely remembered her name from one phone call to the next.

In the meantime, David’s career had taken off, too, and he soon opened his own networking and web design business. As his business expanded, he’d had to hire several new employees, including Amanda Price, a young, sexy graphic designer who specialized in animation and played around with designing video games. She was pretty, and blond; with a body that could stop traffic on any busy New York street.

She should have seen it coming, Carli told herself over and over again. The long hours she put in at the firm, the business trips, and David’s commitments to his career. Their sex life became predictable and hurried and eventually dwindled to an obligatory once a week just so they could say they did it. Was it any wonder he’d turned to Amanda Price with her blond hair and cheerleader’s body?

“Is Sunday all right with you?” David’s attorney asked her.

Carli looked up, embarrassed at being caught woolgathering. “I’m sorry. My mind was elsewhere, what was that?”

David looked at his attorney and rolled his eyes, as if to say her behavior was typical. Which, if she were to be honest, it was.

“He asked if it was all right if I come over to the loft and get the rest of my things this Sunday.”

Carli nodded. “Sure. Just call before you come, and don’t forget to leave your keys. The spare set you keep in your desk at work, too.”

David snorted and shot her an exasperated look. “Like I’m going to take something that doesn’t belong to me.”

Carli pressed her lips together. “Well, you did take the weight bench.”

“For Christ’s sake, Cal, it’s mine!”

“I know it’s yours, David, that’s not the point.” She folded her arms across her chest. “The point is, you came to the loft when I was away on business and I asked you not to do that.”

“So, sue me,” he huffed.

Carli raised an eyebrow to point out the fact that she was, indeed, suing him - for divorce.

“All right,” her attorney said, clearing his throat. “We appear to be in agreement about the disbursement of assets.” He nodded to opposing counsel. “I’ll have my office draw up the papers and have them messengered to your office no later than next week.”

With a sigh, Carli pushed back her chair and stood. “I’ll see you Sunday, then, David.”

* * * * *

Carli slumped against the back wall of the elevator as it ground its way to her fifth floor loft. God, what a miserable day. She was over worked, tired, and hadn’t had sex in — well, she couldn’t even remember. The elevator dinged and the door opened onto the foyer outside her apartment. She cocked her head as she stepped out. There was a package on the console table next to her door. Funny, she didn’t remember ordering anything.

She unlocked her door and scooped up the package. It had a little weight to it and she studied the return address, trying to figure out what was inside. There was a street address from here in the city, but the name of the business was missing. She held it to her ear. Well, at least it wasn’t ticking so it couldn’t be from David. She dropped her briefcase and keys on the credenza, kicked off her heels, and padded to the couch, package under her arm. Peeling the tape back, she opened the package and pulled out the box inside.

The picture on the cardboard box made her gasp. It was an inflatable, hot pink chair with an equally pink cock jutting from the center. She rummaged in the shipping carton for the invoice to see who’d sent her such a naughty gift. Heather Thomas, she should have guessed. With a laugh, she picked up the cordless phone and dialed her friend in Boston.

“I got your package,” she said without preamble.

Heather’s laughter pealed across the phone line. “I got tired of hearing about how horny you are, so I figured I’d introduce you to my little friend.”

“No way! You’ve got one of these?”

“Yes ma’am, I certainly do. You can scratch your itch and exercise your thighs at the same time.”

“This isn’t a gag gift? You actually expect me to use this thing?”

“Hell yes! Carli, I promise you will not be disappointed.”

Carli laughed. “So, it’s come to this. I’ve dumped my husband and gotten a hot pink sex chair in his place.”

Heather chuckled. “Hey, at least it won’t talk back. Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it, girl.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll try it Saturday night. I have a feeling I’m going to need a couple of glasses of wine to bolster my courage.”

So, the box sat on her coffee table for three days and Carli was fairly sure it was mocking her every time she walked past. “Chicken shit,” it seemed to say, and “come on, you know you want it.” So, she rolled out of bed Saturday morning, snatched the damn thing off the table and carried it into her bedroom. “Right after I’ve done my errands and cleaned the apartment,” she told the thing. “We’ll get better acquainted.”

Carli walked around the city, doing her errands, ordering her groceries, and picking up her dry cleaning. She dawdled in Central Park, ate a hot dog for lunch, and watch the street performers. She put off going home until the boredom finally got to her. There was still the house to clean and she had to take a shower and wash her hair. Finally, everything was done. She poured a large glass of wine and headed to the bedroom.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she muttered, pulling the thing out and setting it on the bed. She read the directions, which were pretty straightforward. Basically, blow up chair, attach big pink cock, sit down on same, and bounce. “Good Lord.” She blew up the chair.

If she were actually going to use the thing, she would definitely need some help getting in the mood. Thank goodness for women’s erotica. She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out her favorite book, opened to a dog-eared page, and began to read.

Why couldn’t real men be like the hunky alpha males in her favorite books? Men who ate pussy like it was an Olympic sport and really knew how to use their cocks. Not that her ex had been a slouch in either category, it was just that he was no longer around and, well…

She stretched out on the bed, book opened, and allowed her hands to wander at will. The heroine in her story straddled her lover’s thighs, her back against his chest. One hand teased her breasts while the other burrowed between her legs, fingers buried deep in her weeping pussy. Oh, yeah, this man definitely knew what he was doing. He pushed the woman off his lap, drew her up onto her knees, and thrust into her from behind. With a groan, Carli tossed the book aside and grabbed the back of the pink chair.

Taking a deep breath, she straddled the chair, easing herself onto the substantial pink cock. Oh, jeeze, the thing felt good, parting her wet folds, filling her where she needed it most. She covered her breasts with her hands, pinching the nipples as she began to rock, grinding against the big pink cock. She moaned, so caught up in the moment she didn’t hear the front door open or see David’s shocked face as he watched.

“Carli.” His voice, thick with arousal, broke through the erotic fog surrounding her.

Her eyes flew open and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Can I help you with that?” his hoarse voice asked.

She couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at her with lust in his eyes. Her pussy clenched in a tight, hot fist of need. “Please do,” she answered, offering him a plump breast.

* * * * *

“Damn, baby, you sure look pretty on that big pink cock.” His voice was hoarse, and his erection pressed against the fly of his jeans, eager to be released. He accommodated his stiff cock and peeled out of clothes, anxious to drive his sexy wife crazy. He kneeled in front of her, taking her breasts in his hands. “God, Car, this is so hot. Where’d you get this thing?”

She gasped as he took a long pull at one nipple. “Heather…ah, God…sent it to me!”

David chuckled, and raised his mouth to hers. How long had it been since he’d kissed his wife? Really kissed her. God, he’d missed her. As her lips parted beneath his, he thrust his tongue inside. Her response was automatic. She moaned, her tongue dueling with his, kissing him like she used to - deeply, hungrily. Like she wanted to be fucked. Well, he’d damn sure give her everything she wanted and more.

He released her breasts and slid his hands along her silky inner thighs. She’d always been so sensitive there, and her fervent sighs told him that much hadn’t changed. He sat back on his heels and watched her reactions as his fingers teased her labia - a gentle, tantalizing touch just as she liked it. God, she was wet!

David watched in fascination as Carli pumped up and down, her thighs straining as she drove herself closer to the edge. The big pink cock was slick with her arousal and he swirled his thumb at her opening, then pressed it against her clit. She cried out, arching against his firm touch.

“Come, Carli,” he demanded. His thumb swirled against her swollen clit, pressing harder, moving faster. “Come, baby. I want to see your face when you come. You’re so beautiful when you come. I want to fuck you, sweetheart. Just like I used to. So hard and fast.”

Jesus, she was so close. Her beautiful face was flushed, her breasts bobbing with each thrust. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her like this, so desperate to come she was practically sobbing. Her hands grasped his shoulders for support as she bounced on the chubby pink cock.

“Oh, God, David! I’m gonna come!”

“Hell, yeah,” he growled. He trapped her clit between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking the ripe bud over and over, until Carli screamed his name. With one final thrust, she sank onto the pink cock, her body bucking as she came.

David yanked Carli off the pink chair, barely giving her time to recover from her explosive orgasm. No way some sex toy was going to outdo him. “Hands and knees, now!”

Panting, she answered his demand, positioning herself in front of him. “Hurry,” she gasped, as he moved up behind her. “Oh, David, I need you.”

He smoothed his hands over her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight. You on your knees, ass in the air, that pretty pink pussy just begging to be filled.”

“David!”

He chuckled. She’d always loved being taken from behind. “What baby? Tell me what you want?”

“Your cock. Inside me. Now!”

He positioned his cock at her opening and thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Jesus, she was as tight and sweet as he remembered. He’d be hard put to last long enough for her to come again. He gritted his teeth, wrapped his arms around her thighs and pumped into her with long hard thrusts.

* * * * *

Carli cried out as the broad head of David’s cock slid between her swollen lips. He hesitated half a beat, then thrust deep. This was what she needed, David inside her, filling her, his meaty cock pounding into her. How had she become so complacent in her marriage? When had he stopped being enough for her? Suddenly, the realization hit her. He’d always been enough. Would always be enough.

She moaned as his arms wrapped around her thighs, lifting her off her knees, spreading her wider as he hammered into her. So hard. So deep. God, she was going to come again!

“Yes, yes! Oh, baby, it’s so good!”

She felt his arms tighten around her thighs as he slowed his pace, plunging hard as her pussy began to contract around him.

“Come for me, Carli,” he commanded, punctuating each word with a deep, grinding thrust.

The heat began to build deep in her womb, spreading outward to her trembling limbs. Her entire body clenched, poised on the edge. One more deep thrust and she tumbled, her body bucking against David, her voice joining his as he followed her, bellowing his release.

Her arms gave out and she fell to the plush carpet. David collapsed behind her; his head nestled in the small of her back.

She began to cry, softly at first, then in great gasping sobs. She felt David’s arm curve around her, and rolled over, burying her face in his chest.

“Shh…,” David soothed. “It’s okay, Carli. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“How?” she wailed. “Oh, David, I still love you! I never stopped.”

He hugged her tightly. “Aw, Car, I never stopped loving you either.”

His hand gripped her chin and she looked into his eyes. “I never cheated, Carli. What you saw - it was Amanda kissing me. I was so shocked; I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there like an idiot, and then you walked in and saw us.”

“But–.”

“I know what it looked like. My hands on her shoulders, but I swear, I was trying to get her off me, gently. She’s so young. I wanted to let her down easy.”

She searched his face, saw the truth of it in his eyes. “Is she still working for you?”

He shook his head. “God, no! I let her go that day. Made a call to Owen Grimes at Intuitive Games. He snapped her up.”

Carli sobbed with joy. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You weren’t in a listening mood, baby.” He leaned in for a kiss, which she was more than happy to return. He broke the kiss and caressed her cheek. “Carli, I don’t want this divorce. I never did, but you were so determined. Can’t we try again?”

This time, the tears that spilled from her eyes were tears of joy. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

She sat up, pulling David with her. “Hey, what made you decide to come over today instead of tomorrow?”

David chuckled. “Heather called me. Said you might need some help with a package she sent. His smile widened. I guess she was right.”

Carli laughed. “I guess we have her to thank for getting us back together.”

“Yeah, I guess we do. Her and the pink chair.”