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BROKEN TOYS is the story of a woman's journey through discovering secrets of her wealthy husband's life, including ties to human traffickers, child pornographers, and a childhood victim of a horrific government program. It contains scenes of abuse, sex, violence, and copious amounts of cussing. There's some romance, too, for rounding out a tale too terrible to be true.
Best described, genre-wise, as a political thriller.
Kahan
The boss gave me the night off, but sometimes one can’t give in, retreating from a war zone because the war monger suggested it. And if I went home to my spartan apartment, I couldn’t kiss Maisie for hours on end. While she drudged her days away managing the maids and cooking for the boss, her nights were free and often mine. A sweet consolation for a well-paying job babysitting a man with little sense. A huge bonus being his penchant for fast cars and delegating fill-ups, although why he doesn’t have his own pump kinda confuses me.
After the boss returned with the missus and passed me, I made my way back to Maisie’s room at the back of the house. I removed my shirt before I even got to her door, the belt of my pants unfastening so I could drop my britches once safely inside her haven. She awaited me beneath the covers of her king size bed, naked as the day she was born or so she promised when I got the dinging signal from the estate’s gate, signaling an approaching vehicle.
After shutting and locking the door, I called out into the large room, “You still frisky, sweetheart?”
Maisie Ent, woman I adored, replied with a giggle, “For you? Always!” Immense dark brown eyes looked into mine while she tossed long, curly hair black as the most beautiful night behind her. Skin the color of polished cedar seemed to glow in the candle-lit room. Knowing her, the fat candle on the night stand was a massage candle. I wished to caress the stress from her muscles, kiss away the tension.
Quickly divested of my clothing, I strode to her bed and pulled on the bottom of the duvet and whisked it away from the alter of my adoration. Her lush figure of pert breasts and flaring hips tempted my touch. I smiled at her and stated, “I am yours. Do what you will.”
A mischievous grin lit her heart-shaped face and she replied, “Get over here, I want to suck on your cock.” She cupped her full breasts and caressed them before licking a finger and sliding it down her torso, to bury itself between her nether lips and tease her clit.
Not sure if it were the actions she did or the words she spoke, but blood flooded that organ she desired, and it saluted her with eagerness. “As you will, my lady.” I claimed into bed and lay in the center, next to Maisie. Sweet as honey, the most kind woman I ever met, funny and just an all around amazing woman. She made working for Mezler tolerable and I thanked her for it by letting her guide our lovemaking. I could deny this woman nothing.
When she mentioned cock sucking, I didn’t expect her to straddle my torso and put her pussy in my face. I darted my tongue out, seeking the nectar from her center. She raised her ass a bit into the air, depriving me of that privilege.
“No. Not yet. I want to focus on you for a moment.” Her words stopped me from returning the favor and I returned to a passive state. “You just sit back and enjoy the view. But no touching.”
“Yes, my lady.” I loved how she tasted and missed the fact I couldn’t suck on her clit and lick her slit as I felt her lips wrap around my cock and draw me deep into her hot mouth. As her tongue undulated against my shaft, she sucked with a regular rhythm, milking me with a talent that always left me breathless. I couldn’t last long if she kept up the sorcery she practiced. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that!” I could feel my balls tighten in excitement.
And then she stopped, my cock pulsating in her hand, denied the pleasure of her lips. I sucked a deep breath into my lungs, trying to clear my head, yet Maisie squatted over my face before plopping down on my nose, griding away with wiggling hips. “Make me cum on your face.” Husky, her words gave me permission to indulge myself. I tongue-fucked her, eagerly sucking up her love honey.
Then she stopped, half-raised off my face and I lay heaving and bewildered.
“You okay, Hun?” I questioned Maisie, unsure of what was going on in her mind.
She got off me and lay her length along side mine. The change in the air hung heavy, oppressive. I could hear it too, hear what triggered my goddess.
A steady beat of slapping sounds with a three second pause between each snaked its way from the chamber off the master bedroom to flood Maisie’s room. When the missus cried out in pain and babbling words, I held Maisie tighter. I knew how they were like a punch to the gut. The whole thing didn’t take more than two minutes, but it quashed the desire between Maisie and I.
“Hey, let’s put on music and just snuggle. How’s that sound?” Anything to change her focus from noises that were like the sound of nails on a chalkboard.
She turned over so she could look me in the eye. “You can put on music, but it won’t ever cover that. I’ve worked for him, what, two years now? And I will never get used to listening to him hurt her. I don’t care if she does like it, it just sounds wrong to me. Lovemaking should be sweet. Like you.” She offered me half a smile.
I provided another half-smile. “Different strokes for different folks. I’ve worked ten years for the boss and I know what you mean. Consent means everything, and the missus trusts him.” It’s the only way I can salve my conscience. I’ve known for a long time that the boss can’t get it up without smacking someone around, and chose women who shared his proclivity. I still had doubts about the missus and her enjoyment, but until I had something concrete, I couldn’t do anything. And if I did, my ass would get canned. It’s a no-win situation. Especially since sound carries in this house. “But I agree with you about lovemaking.” I trailed a finger down her cheek, to her chin. Lifted her face and kissed her lips gently. “It should be sweet. Like you.” I echoed her sentiment, and was rewarded with her pupils dilating in pleasure.
Maisie took a deep breath and brushed an errant tress from her face before offering me a smile. “Tobie, you aren’t half bad. How about snuggles and more kisses?”
I loved how she upped the ante. “More kisses? You sure? We both know we’ll be humping each other’s legs if we start kissing, that’s a time-proven fact.”
She sat up, cocked a smile and shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, if you’re saying you can’t go for a good round of leg humping, then I pity you because I could hump the fuck out of that leg of yours.”
I pretended to think about it. “If it is what you want, then by all means let’s hump each other’s legs.”
Maisie began to twirl my chest hair around her finger. “And what if I wanted to just hump you proper?”
“Ooh, well, I imagine I would enjoy that a hell of a lot.” I’d be lying if I didn’t. Sex with the person you love is always better than a random hook up or friends with benefits. I ran a finger up her arm, to the curve between her shoulder and neck, before tracing the outline of her ear. “You are the best thing about my life now that my daughter decided to stay with her mother. Life has been empty at home, and I thank you for opening your heart to me.”
Her eyes always twinkled, but now they misted over. “You’re thanking me for fucking you? Aren’t you a doll.” Then she smiled. “Yeah, I know it bummed you out, but I can’t blame her. Sometimes the boss creeps me out, can’t imagine what it’d be like to a six year old girl. Hell, I don’t know how my brother deals with it out at the farm, but at least he’s not mucking out the stalls. But back onto topic— don’t thank me. In case you couldn’t tell, I’ve got a soft spot for you. Well, a couple soft spots. This one is all wet for you.” Her fingers teased the clit I had worshiped not long before. I could hear the gushy sounds of her soaking wet pussy, and my cock got harder.
I brushed a finger across her lips. Was it the friction or her emotion that made them open just a bit, begging for a kiss? “I don’t have a soft spot for you,” I confessed. “I love you.” And with that proclamation, I brushed my lips over hers before kissing the way she loved. Sucking her lower lip into my mouth, I outlined it with my tongue. Something about this woman instantly made blood flood my cock until I was hard as a rock for her. She broke the kiss to fetch a condom from her nightstand, unwrapped it and slid it onto my cock.
She straddled my hips this time, my shaft in her hand as she slid down. Then Maisie used that naughty hand to tease her clit as she bounced on my cock. I reached up, fondling her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pulling them out and pinching lightly. She schooled me in what she loved and she displayed her approval with enthusiasm. Leaning forward, she dangled her orbs before me, tempting me. If it made her happy, I would suck on her finger. But before I could claim an erect nipple, she began kissing me. I could feel her thighs tighten as I kissed her back, And then I felt it, the fluttering before her pussy began squeezing mine in happy hugs of orgasm. Couldn’t take it as my balls tightened and I came, crying her name out in repletion.
And despite the pleasure I felt with Maisie’s arms wrapped around me as she caught her breath, I felt like a hypocrite. Telling her I loved her was the most truth I’ve given her, and for that I knew it’d never work out. I had damned myself with the woman I dared to love.
