Lechomancer by Eric Stoffer Read Free Book Online Page B

giggled.  The force of his motion pulled the panties between her ass checks, but Lisa knew the Master well enough to know he would only do something like that if it looked good, if it made her round butt look better.  Lisa reached for her own breasts, cupping them and making sure the straps were centred.  The Master rewarded her with his half grin, and clipped the straps into the front of her panties.
    He stared at her for a moment, examining his work.  Thigh high stockings, black panties, and suspenders.  He grinned, and then leaned forward, inhaling the musky scent of her excited vagina.  Lisa found herself holding her breath as he licked his lips.  Please , she thought, Please let me stand her, and lick me until I cum.
    “Perhaps later,” he finally said, answering her unspoken question.  “You’ll find a manila rain jacket in your closet.  Put it on.  Your cab will be here shortly.”  Lisa found herself nodding.  She headed to the hallway, and found a coat she had never seen before.  It was supposed to look like an old fashion trench coat, like from a detective movie, but the highest button on it would close halfway down her chest, and the coat was tight, enhancing her cleavage.  It was also short, and she felt like she needed to pull down on the back to ensure her ass wasn’t hanging out the bottom.  She checked herself in the hall mirror.  The Master had messed up her hair, but it looked wild and sexy, not unkempt.  The coat made her look like a flasher, but one who couldn’t keep a secret.
    A horn honked in the street, and Lisa peered through the peep hole in her front door.  A yellow taxi waiting in front of her town house.  She slipped back into the same high heels, which definitely meant she would flash some cheek to anyone walking behind her, and headed out.  The sun had set and it was raining slightly, and she half ran to the car.
    She climbed into the back, and found it was the same cab driver who had nearly killed her on the way home from Velvet the week before.  He adjusted his rear view mirror, but not to look her in the eyes this time.  He pointed it downward, to see the bare flesh between her thigh high stockings and her trench coat.  She pretended not to notice, and stared out the window as they drove, but found herself teasing him by running her fingers across her thighs, or shifting like she was about to uncross and recross her legs.
    They drove for twenty minutes through the night.  The driver seemed to know where they were going, and when he pulled into a cull-de-sac with a series of starter homes, he pointed wordlessly at the one with a number 4.  Lisa glanced at the meter, but was not surprised to see that it was set to “Not for hire”.  She shrugged, and climbed out into the streetlamp light, and walked down the rainy sidewalk, swaying her hips for the cab driver.
    Lisa walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.  Then it hit her – what the hell was she doing?  She was half-naked at some stranger’s house, not quite sure where she was, with only some perverted second rate cab driver.  What was her life coming to?
    Then the door flew open, and she pushed that all from her mind.  Mike stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of trainers and baggy basketball shorts.  He had a towel draped over his neck, and he glistened with sweat.  He had a metal water bottle in his left hand, and dance music pumped.  He looked at her for a moment and then asked “Lisa?”
    “Do you mind if I come in?” she found herself purring.
    “Um… not at all,” he stepped aside and motioned her in.  “I was just on the treadmill, and …” Lisa walked past him and glanced over her shoulder.  His eyes had fallen to the base of her trench coat, and he suddenly seemed to realize how odd the whole situation was.
    “I don’t want to do my forms,” Lisa pouted as she cleared one shoulder out of the coat.  It slipped down, covering her ass, and Mike’s eyes snapped up to her