Violet Miles swept the counter of her Irish pub and restaurant with a dry cloth. For a late afternoon and with the upcoming of the convention at The Banshees’ Club, the pub was relatively quiet, only for the locals.
“Hey, sweet flower! Why don’t you leave the counter and serve old Jack his vital brew?”
With a gentle smile, Violet casted him a glance. Jack Roy was an old local. The story said that he lost the love of his life in a car accident some forty years ago and that he never gotten over the loss of his lover. She never gathered the courage to ask him why he didn’t ever meet another man, for her heart broke for this gentle old man.
Deep down, she also wished to meet a man like him, who would love her and cherish her. Violet had a dark secret. From the outside, she seemed like a young woman next door and she was, but within the secrecy of her bedroom, she was another woman, who frightened the small amount of men who dared to go out with her.
“Don’t you know that too much of coffee isn’t good for your old heart, Jack,” she chastised him with a grin, but still poured him his java.
He dramatically palmed his chest over his heart and let out a theatrical groan, “Be still, my spirit! My Violet actually cares about me. I still might have a chance.”
She snorted. “Ha… Ha… Ha… Very funny, aren’t you? And you’re barking at the wrong tree, old man. I’m not your type,” she laughed, gently whacking him with her cloth.
“You and your friends make such a beautiful bouquet of sweet flowers. How is Rose, Daphne, Lily, and Kalina? I haven’t seen them around for some time, now.”
With her best and childhood friends, the town folks called them the high-five. Rose Asena, Daphne Berker, Lily Kartal, Kalina Taner and she were inseparable. The five friends had one common point. Each of them had the same sexual orientation.
“Well! Rose and Kalina are busy at the club with the preparation of the event. Lily is overbooked with her B&B, and Daphne is overworked by our lovely sheriff Enes Beste,” she added with a smile.
The bell of the front door chimed. She looked up just in time to see her aunt entering the pub with a scowl on her pretty face. Old Jack had his back turned to the new arrivals, but jerked when he heard Penny’s hard voice.
“Jack Roy! Are you pestering my niece again?” She chastised him.
Her uncles followed behind with a chuckle and shook their heads in resignation. When it came to Violet, Penny was like a mother hen ready to fight her battle. God! She loved her. She was like a mother since her widowed sister, Lidya, Violet’s mother, left her with Penny, never to come back. She had grown up alongside Penny’s two sons Nat and Hunter.
“Hello, Aunty Penny and the uncles. How was your flight over? I thought that Nat and Hunter would be with you.”
She loved her cousins to bits, but those two were a pain in her backside. They always loomed over her and her friends, overprotecting them and scaring any men who dared to approach her. It was like they had some kind of paranormal radar that detonated each time she talked to a man.
As her aunt turned to her, her face completely changed to a bright and tender smile. “How are you, sweetheart? The flight proceeded smoothly, only long. Four hours of sitting down isn’t good for my old bones.”
“You got that right, and no! I’m not annoying her, you demented old woman. I only asked for a cup of coffee,” Jack mumbled.
He stood up from the high chair and grabbed his mug. He went to sit at one of the many empty tables with his hot drink. Violet laughed gently, and she watched him settle himself down.
As she looked back at her aunt, she caught a movement behind her uncles. That was when she noticed a fourth person in the group. She leaned on her side to get a better perspective, and what a sight.
The man had stepped out from behind her uncle’s imposing body frame. He was a drop-dead gorgeous hulk of a man with military cut jet black hair and beautiful hazel eyes. From head to toe, she reckoned he was at least six feet four with massive, wide shoulders, and huge biceps. He had a body that could make any woman squirm and drool over him, like she did. She discreetly wiped the corner of her lips with the tip of her fingers to make sure that she wasn’t drooling.
“You old sod,” she heard her Aunt Penny retort under her breath.
“Now, Penny, play nice or your sweet ass will be mine for the remainder of the evening,” her Uncle Michael threatened.
Her Uncle Mick chuckled as her aunt’s cheeks flushed bright crimson. Her uncles, at the age of seventy years old, still held an imposing posture. Their physical appearances would have put a young man to shame. They were larger than life with a beautiful complexion. It was the shade of a warm milk chocolate. However, their eye colours were amazing. They were violet like a beautiful iris flower in full bloom.
Most of all, they were still madly in love with their wife of thirty-five years. Her uncles were the owners of The Banshees’ Club, which catered to every variety of couples, from the gays, the polyamorous, or people within the BDSM community. Not so long ago, they had moved to the master flat located above the club, since the boys moved out of their previous home.
“Hush, now, you two! Don’t forget we have a special guest with us,” her embarrassed aunt whispered.
Turning to her, she said, “Violet, dear, I would like you to meet Glenn Bright. We were seated beside each other on the plane. When I learned that he was heading to Dilek, I offered him a lift.”
Violet held her hand over the bar to shake his.
“Glenn, this is my niece, Violet Miles. She is the owner of the Irish Pub,” her aunt finished.
Glenn quickly approached the counter, but paused to shake her hand. She quickly glanced at her open palm to see if it was dirty. No! Then, he gently took hold of her outstretched hand. This simple touch made her shiver as her nipples hardened and her dormant pussy came to life.
Who was she kidding anyway? There she was, standing in front of her Adonis under the shower, who also happened to have his hands tied behind his back with the help of one of her many scarves. Which reminded her to invest in a good pair of handcuffs and many other things. She had to talk to Kalina about it.
The thought of wearing a strap-on had her grinning like a Cheshire cat. Running her hand over his crispy haired chest, she marvelled at the ripple of his sinews as she soaped him, while stroking his cock with her other hand.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked him, applying more pressure on her grip and grinned, when his cock jumped in her hand.
Glenn’s head came up and raised a questioning eyebrow, before he leaned forward, gently nipping the side of her mouth.
“You can ask anything you want, love,” he replied as his hazel eyes blazed with heat.
Violet smiled seductively. Without answering him, she carried on her sensual caresses. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him.
“Have you ever been fucked, Glenn?” she demanded, releasing his pulsing cock, then wrapped her hands over his ass cheeks and dug her nails in.
“Damn, woman!” Glenn murmured hoarsely. “And the answer to your question is no. Sorry, honey, but no fella is going near my arse, or yours as a matter of fact. I bloody hope you’re not thinking about bringing a third party. Because…” he started to rant.
“Calm down, Glenn. I wasn’t thinking about bringing another man or a woman. I wanted to know if you were familiar with anal play.” She chuckled as she massaged his cheeks and let her fingers graze his hole.
He slightly jerked and she could hear his breath going faster while his cock jumped in front of her eyes.Yes! He isn’t averse to it. She mentally cheered up. She gently inserted her baby finger in his ever-so-tight bottom.
“Fuck, woman!” he roared.
“You haven’t answered my question,” she stated, eyeing greedily his bobbing cock.
Without any hesitation, she dived and took him in her mouth as the warm water flowed over their naked bodies. With a curse, Glenn staggered back against the bathroom tiles.
“Love. How the hell am I meant to concentrate on anything you say right now? I’m not made of iron. Damn, love. Your mouth is heaven, but I’m not sure about your finger, though. It feels somehow weird,” he panted and hissed.
Violet stroked her tongue over his rock hard cock and without altering her rhythm, thrust her finger in and out of his hole. His mouth said one thing, while his body made a liar out of him. She decided to prove him wrong, as she sucked him as deeply as she could, opening her throat to swallow his plum-sized head. It almost made her gag. She pulled out her baby finger to replace it with her index finger. She wanted to drive him crazy with want and need for her.
His groans and the movement of his hips had her pussy weeping with desire. It made her feel powerful to bring such a beautiful and strong man to this state of mind. She inserted a second finger and hooked them, searching for the walnut-sized gland. Bingo! He almost leaped out as she started to gently stroke it.
“Oh, Violet. Fuck. What the hell? Quickly, untie my hands. Shit, I’m coming, love!” he roared with astonishment.
Her clit swelled and throbbed as she pleasured him. To help him go over, Violet doubled her suction on his cock, slamming her fingers in his ass. When his big thighs trembled and his breathing became erratic, she made sure to graze on his sweet spot with each thrust. With a guttural cry, he erupted. Violet made sure to drink every drop of his so-loved creamy and tangy nectar. She loved the way he pulsed in her greedy mouth.
With a curse, he shuddered and went down on his knees in front of her. With his forehead against her shoulder, she lovingly cradled his trembling body. Slowly, he lifted his head. The look of amazement and love she read within his beautiful eyes made her feel wanton, desired, and loved.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it. Whatever you have done or touched…” he started, when she placed her index finger against his lips.
“Hush, my love. You don’t have to worry about it. I wanted to show you how fantastic and orgasmic anal play could be,” she murmured, flicking her thumb over his little nipple.
He shuddered and groaned, “Untie my hands, please. I can’t wait anymore, love. I need to touch you.”
She stifled back a groan of pleasure. She watched his cock coming to life, once again. The large, plum-sized head oozed and her pussy wept. She couldn’t wait anymore. She had to feel him deep inside her cunt or she was going to go crazy with desire.