GroundHog Day (closed for Rhev)

[intriguess]

She woke up to the sound of music. Maggie sat up, the song playing was "It's the end of the world as we know of it." She let it play, she lived alone, so it wasn't like she was going to annoy a room mate. She headed to the bathroom, stripped off her pajamas, and started the shower. Maggie stepped under the water and cursed, the hot water was out again and she was blasted by chilly droplets.

Her nipples responded to the frigid deluge, and she washed her short red hair as quickly as possible. She finished showering as quickly as possible. She got out and stubbed her toe.

"FUCK," she yelped, hopping on one foot briefly before snagging a towel. It was a cold rainy Monday and she quickly slipped into her typical work garb, gray slacks, t-shirt, and a sweater. Maggie pulled on her favorite pair of boots and headed out, her thick hair still damp.

The rain went from drizzle to downpour and by the time she got to work she was drenched. She looked like a drowned rat with red hair. Then she had the toughest morning of her life, she was about to head out to her favorite restaurant when her cell phone rang.

"Hello sweetheart," caller ID told her it was her long time boyfriend, he'd been away this weekend and she missed him something fierce.

By the time the call was over, the color had drained from her face as the cell phone fell from her hand, cracking into several pieces as it hit the concrete.

He'd just dropped the bomb, he had spent the weekend with someone else, and now that he was engaged he felt it wasn't right to be leading her on.

The other woman, ugh, technically she was the other woman. The sweet red head who was a fire cracker in bed, but wasn't good enough for his snobby family. Maggie felt like crap as she tromped in the rain to the restaurant. She thought about his family the whole way, she'd met his brother, and his father who had never remarried after divorcing Kevin's mother.

Kevin's mother, she had never met, she was one of those socially active snobby rich women, who gave money to charity but didn't want to know about the people who received it. She briefly thought of how funny it would be to show up at the wedding with his father. He was a older probably better version of Kevin.

Not that she was the slutty vengeance type, but she knew he'd been quite loud mouthed about their sex life to his co workers and more than one had let it be known they'd be happy to keep her happy when things fell apart.

The restaurant was crowded, but with her schedule she didn't have time to wait and so ended up at the bar. Unfortunately she couldn't get her favorite seafood dish at the bar, and ended up ordered jalapeno poppers and a non alcoholic drink. If she'd been looking, she would have noticed hot attentive and attractive the bartender was, but she felt horrible and didn't look much better.

Maggie went back to work against her better judgement and after the most emotional day in her life, was glad the day was over. It seemed like the whole world exploded over the weekend, Mondays were usually complicated, but this had been horrendous.

Walking home in the rain, well it didn't improve things. Maggie had finally shed the bedraggled feeling and was raging by the time she stormed into the cell phone store. It was luckily empty as she slammed the door hard and glared at the guy behind the counter.

His voice helped calm her down, and she explained how her phone had gotten destroyed, and no she didn't have the pieces. Luckily she was due for an upgrade, and after an hour of computer work, she finally had a new phone.

She was starving, and feeling bad about treating the service rep badly. Maggie's boots were not the kind you wore in a marathon and she'd been standing for over an hour, so dining out wasn't really an option. She headed home, stripped off her boots and her rain dampened clothing.

She lived on third floor and it would take an adventurous person to be peeping on her, as the high rise across the street was luxurious and her curtains were for most part adequate. The weather had warmed slightly, so she wasn't chilled while standing in front of the fridge in her panties and bra.

Finally she opted to get something delivered. She called her favorite Chinese place, her usual delivery guy was a cute college kid. Maggie figured she had enough time for a hot shower, then realized there was no hot water. She found her favorite robe, black silk, and slipped it on, while it covered her from her neck to her knees it also clung to the lush curves of her breasts and hips.

She flipped through the TV offerings and felt relief when the doorbell finally rang.

"I'm coming," she shouted as she picked up her check and headed to the door. She smiled, took the food and handed him the check.

She ate in front of the TV watching of all things, Groundhog day, and glancing at the calender she realized she hadn't noticed it was indeed Groundhog day.

"I'm so fucking glad this day is over."

She found it funny when he wasted a few days killing himself, but in the end it was of course a happy ending.

Maggie packed up the rest of her food, made sure her alarm was turned on and read a good book until it was time for bed.

 

[intriguess]

She woke up to the sound of music. Maggie sat up, the song playing was "It's the end of the world as we know of it." She let it play, she lived alone, so it wasn't like she was going to annoy a room mate. She headed to the bathroom, stripped off her pajamas, and started the shower. Maggie stepped under the water and cursed, the hot water was still out and she was blasted by chilly droplets.

Her nipples responded to the frigid deluge, and she washed her short red hair as quickly as possible. She finished showering as quickly as possible. She got out and stubbed her toe.

"What the Fuck?" she shouted, wondering how this day could possibly get worse. That's when she glanced at her pajamas. She hadn't worn pajamas to bed last night, then again yesterday had been so horrendous perhaps she forgot.

She got dressed for work, seeing that it was raining again, she dragged an umbrella out and ended up at work dry, humming the song from the radio.

It took 20 minutes for her to check a calender, and a newspaper, and then when she found her old cell phone in her purse, it all clicked into place. She walked into her supervisor's office and asked for rest of day off. After a brief shouting match, she was fired, and she walked out of office feeling relieved.

 

[rhev]

There was a tiny almost sub audible pop, nearly too soft for any human to hear as the electric clock radio clicked over to 6am and the radio kicked on.

"Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it..."

The pop hit blared from the tiny speaker for what Maggie could have sworn was the third morning in a row. But no, that wasn't possible was it? She couldn't be reliving the same day over and over again. Turning her head to the side she saw her old cell phone sitting on the night stand. No, not her old cellphone, she hadn't ever gotten a new one, that was just crazy.... wasn't it?

She sat in bed for a few minutes and tried to shake off the crazy dream. It had seemed so real, she had a miserable day, then the next day it was the same day, groundhog day, just like that comedy movie. She had spent the second day walking around half in a haze. In fact she couldn't even remember the second day, it had to have been a dream! She popped out of bed, letting the REM song play at a loud volume. She lived alone so it wasn't like she was going to annoy a roommate. She headed into the bathroom and stripped off her pajamas. She started the shower and stepped under the water and quickly let out a loud curse. The hot water was out and she was blasted by chilly droplets.

Her nipples responded to the frigid deluge, and a chill ran down her entire body that had nothing to do with the water. Stepping out of the shower, goose bumps running along her pale skin, she dashed back into the bedroom. The REM song had ended and 'House of the rising sun' by the Animals was now blaring from the speakers. Maggie slammed one dripping wet hand down onto the mute button and snatched up her phone. Flipping it open she stared at the date on her phone.

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011.

Groundhog day.

Again.

Numbly Maggie called into work, claiming she was sick. Her boss said that she couldn't afford many more days off like this, and ended the call with a threat, "you'd better be at work bright and early tomorrow morning, or you can start looking for another job!" The irony of that statement was lost on Maggie as she sat down on her bed, cold droplets of water running down her pale flesh. What could she do next?

 

[intriguess]

She vainly tried to recall the movie, it seemed like he stole money, learned how to play the piano, had sex....

That last thought drifted off, she stared at the clock, sometime around noon her ex would call, at least he would be her ex, she was trying to wrap her mind around it when she opted to call him first. She heard him answer still half asleep and when the soft feminine voice echoed in the background, Maggie wanted to crush her cell phone.

She told him she knew all about what's her name, and that she'd been cheating on him since he stopped having sex with her. She listened as he ranted and raved asking who it was. She laughed and hung up the phone.

It rang and she laughed as it was him, and with a vindictive laugh she opened the window and threw her cell phone out into the rain. If it was on her bedside table in the morning, then she would know.

She dressed in the smuttiest outfit she owned, a slinky black tank top that clung to every curve the v neckline dipping far enough to show the red lace of her bra. The black velvet skirt was on the decent side of indecent, the fuzzy material begging to be touched. She left her hair slightly damp and tousled. She knew Kevin wouldn't be going into work today, she'd called his office that first day.

First day, heck how was she going to keep track of time? did she even need to?

Oh well, she put on a fuck me red lipstick, and took the time to do a smokey eye.

Maggie glanced in the mirror, she looked hot, as if she was on the prowl, and wearing her red stiletto boots, she felt as wanton as she looked. After all she didn't have to live for tomorrow, so she could totally screw around today.

She grabbed her umbrella and took the bus downtown to Kevin's office building. She spent the time debating who would be the most amenable to seduction as well as enjoying the freedom of not having consequences, such that she glared at the perverts and smiled at the shy guys.

Stepping out in front of his office building she felt a surge of confidence, and she ran her fingers through her hair one last time, giving it a tousled sexy look.

 

[rhev]

The bus ride downtown wasn't completely unpleasant. Maggie couldn't help but notice most of the men on the buss were staring at her. In this cold rain most people were bundled up for the chilly, almost freezing rain. But her outfit showed off the curves and flesh that she usually hid. No conservative outfits today as she licked her lips and smiled at the men that stared at her. She even caught a woman looking at her.

The bus let her out only a few dozen feet from Stark, Stark, and Roth. The trading company owned by Kevin's father, Uncle, and a third business partner. She knew that Kevin wouldn't be in today, but his two brothers, father, uncle, and all of Kevin's co-workers would be. They'd be hard at work trying to grab the all mighty dollar, buying and selling entire companies worth of stocks, making million dollar business deals and carving up newly acquired companies. Big business trading companies like Stark, Stark, and Roth were still largely a 'boys club,' and Maggie knew it. The men who worked in this building would think nothing of cheating on their spouses, girlfriends, and mistresses, just like Kevin had been doing to her. But to have your woman cheat on you, well, that just didn't happen... at least not till today.

Hiking her breasts up in the red lace bra, she strode into the lobby of the business building and rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor, where the offices of Stark, Stark, and Roth were located. The elevator opened and Maggie strode out, followed by several nearly panting businessmen. She strode up to the front desk where the secretary, who's name she couldn't recall, sat behind a massive oak desk. The large silver letters mounted on the wall behind her SSR inc gleamed brightly, and the secretary raised one eyebrow at Maggie's outfit.

"Welcome to Stark, Stark, and Roth," the well manicured, formally dressed blonde said, "Can I... uh... help you?"

 

[intriguess]

Maggie smiled at the secretary, licked her lips slowly, looking at the secretary as if she was a delectable cream puff waiting to be slowly devoured. She watched as the blonde blushed slightly and she grinned. "I'm looking for Mr. Stark."

"Which one?"

"Which ever one is in this morning." Maggie replied, winking at the secretary. She watched as she asked.

"Who shall I say is calling?"

"Maggie Collins." She almost pulled out a card, but the secretary didn't need to know she was a lowly social worker and not some pampered mistress. She didn't look much like herself after all. It was entirely possible that Kevin's father wouldn't recognize her.

After a little back and forth on the phone, the secretary told her to go on in.

Maggie let her hips sway as her booted feet clicked on the expensive tile floor as she headed to Stark Senior's door. She flung it open carelessly and smiled at the man behind the desk. He looked a lot like Kevin, aged perhaps, but she hoped age had made him a better man. Kevin was unimaginative when it came to sex, she was the one suggesting things, and she laughed at the memory of his shocked face when she wanted to have sex doggy style.

"Mr. Stark I was hoping you would free up your afternoon to take me out to lunch." The door had swung closed and she strode in confidentally, noticing the look in his eye. It went from confused, to shock, to desire, pretty quickly. "That is if you are Up for it?" she placed slight emphasis on Up.

 

[rhev]

William K Stark senior wasn't expecting his door to be flung open early that morning. But he certainly wasn't expecting his middle boy's ex girlfriend to come striding in. He wracked his brain for a moment trying to think of the redheads name. They had met a few months ago, for the first time, but Kevin had told the family that they had broken up when he had started dating that nice rich girl from the suburbs. William K Stark sr. had no idea that Kevin had kept Maggie on the line this whole time. He wouldn't have minded of course, boys will be boys was the joke around the office. But he probably would have reacted differently to Maggie's entrance if he had known.

"Why of course.... Maggie," he said, the name springing to his lips a half a moment after he needed it.
"Sit down won't you my dear?" he gestured at a soft chair in front of his desk. Then he looked at the gold Rolex on his wrist, "But it's only just past nine. Far too early for lunch isn't it?"

Then it all clicked for him. He couldn't take his eyes from her body. He realized now why Kevin had dallied with this one, she looked delectable. Late twenties, maybe early thirties, soft in the right places, and toned where she needed to be. It was no wonder why men his age found mistresses her age. They had passed the age where they didn't understand the need for discretion. He tried to remember anything about the girl, but he was just drawing a blank other than the fact that she was poor, by Stark family standards at least. That's probably why she was here. She probably needed money. In fact, she hadn't asked him to lunch, she had asked him to free up his entire afternoon. She was hoping for a sugar daddy!

He straightened his tie and smiled at her, he was between mistresses at the moment, why not? "Unless lunch isn't what you're really after of course. Why not tell me what you came for then." His smile, half predatory showed that he thought he knew.

 

[intriguess]

She sat down, slowly crossing and recrossing her legs, hoping he was getting a flash of her red panties. Lust had firmly settled in his eyes and his voice. "Eventually I suppose I could work Up an appetite," she shrugged her shoulders knowing her breasts would shift with the movement. "Kevin is so vanilla, and we haven't Fucked in months," she paused watching his eyes and his crotch, "I think he's found himself some uptight little society pussy."

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs and then stood up and moved gracefully to sit in front of him on his desk. "Do you know how many hard cocks I turned down for that little prick?"

She smiled and licked her lips, "I was hoping you could offer me something, better than..." she let her voice trail off glancing at his crotch and not bothering to hide that she was looking.

 

[rhev]

The elder Stark grinned. Some days were good days. He eyed the fiery redhead up and down, gladly soaking in what she was offering. He opened up his desk drawer and pulled out a small mahogany box. The 'petty cash' box he kept in his desk for when he needed paper. He pulled out a stack of tightly bundled hundred dollar bills and counted out ten of them. Then on second thought counted out another thousand dollars and put the rest of the bills back in the box and tucked it back into his desk.

Folding the bills into his leather wallet, "Oh, I'm sure I could offer you whatever it is you need," he said referring to both the money and of course his dick. Though he knew someone who looked like her could get the latter of the two from people younger than he. "The restaurant at the Edgewater hotel has an excellent steak. Then again, if you don't eat meat, they can get you whatever you like. If that's acceptable?"

 

[intriguess]

"A nice thick juicy steak is far better than the cold shrimp I'm used to," she leaned forward pulling her shoulders together, forcing her breasts to push together. "I think a hotel restaurant is an excellent idea." She noticed the money and was slightly insulted, but it didn't matter. "I bet they have excellent room service," her hand moved between his legs, casually undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, with an expertise of a woman used to undressing a man.

"Can I convince you of a quick snack to whet my appetite before we venture out?" her fingers deftly drew his cock into the open, enjoying the feel of blood pulsing into his cock.

She knew his answer before he spoke and he was standing so all it took was a slight lean forward and she was kissing his dick. She teased him, stroking, sucking, kissing, licking, until she got a taste of him, not half bad she thought as she casually withdrew his cock from her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled, "Tasty," she whispered.

 

[rhev]

Stark grinned down saying nothing to the woman as she swallowed his hardening cock. He was in decent shape for a man in his fifties, his personal trainer made sure of it. But he hadn't received a blowjob like this in ages.

As the redhead looked up at him with dewey eyes, he pressed a button on his phone calling his personal assistant. "Kenneth, I'll be out of the office today entertaining a client. Call over to the Edgewater and reserve a suite. Then have my driver bring the car around to the elevator. Hold all my calls." He cut off the phone before his assistant could even respond. Kenneth knew better than to question him.

He gripped the edge of the desk as Maggie began to work in ernest, and due to his lack of action lately it was only a few minutes before he filled her mouth with his seed. Groaning as he held the desk for stability he allowed her to take the next move.

Grinning at the woman on her knees, he asked, "Shall we go see what an early lunch is like at the Edgewater?"

 

[intriguess]

She smiled, licking her lips, noticing the faint traces of lipstick on his cock as she gently tucked it back into his pants, zipped him up, and did his belt with finesse. "We shall," she said with a soft sultry tone, licking her lips again before planting a soft warm kiss upon his lips. "I hope you don't mind if I offer dessert?" she spoke suggestively as she took his arm, looking every inch the hot young thing he'd stolen from his inept son.

The looks they got as they walked out were priceless, and if Stark Senior was half the lover she thought he might be, then she might play with him over the course of several repeats.

 

[rhev]

The trip to the Edgewater was short, being the only five star luxury hotel downtown near SSR inc's offices. But during the car ride William Stark sr. pawed at Maggie lustfully. His hands found his way under her skirt and up her shirt. He groped at her like a horny teenager fourty years younger than his actual age. But the ride was over shortly and the two of them stumbled up to the desk laughing.

Stark pulled himself together long enough to get the key card to the suite and they rode the elevator up, Maggie playing with the older gentleman's erection through his two thousand dollar custom suit.

As they shut the door behind them in the suite, Stark was instantly loosining his tie, "You mentioned desert?"

 

[intriguess]

"You have a sweet tooth?" Kevin didn't care for pussy, said it was beneath him. It was one of a million things she had accepted in their relationship. She was feeling better about dumping him all the time.

She wasn't hungry, and knew they would be ordering room service when the time came, but for now, she was looking forward to exploiting Mr. Stark and convincing him he was exploiting her in return. Maggie moved in close, the car ride had gotten her hot and horny. She had expected to be putting in more effort to feign interest, but he was ardent. She liked that, she kissed him, deeply as her fingers worked to undo his belt, slip off the pesky suit jacket, and slipping off his tie.

She casually wrapped the tie around her wrists, it had been a long long time since she'd played with restraints, but for now he asked about dessert. "I hope you like it hot," she whispered wriggling her skirt down, feeling naughty in her damp red panties, boots, bra and tank top.

 

[rhev]

Stark grinned as she wrapped the italian silk tie around her wrists. That's how she wanted it eh? Well he could do that. Grabbing her by the hair, his knuckles pressed against her scalp so as not to actually yank the hair out, he led her. Pushing her forwards towards the couch in the living room of the suite he shoved her roughly, letting go of her as she fell forwards onto the couch.

He grunted and shoved at her again, pushing her knees up on the couch and roughly bending her over the back of the couch. Her forearms landed on the table pressed behind the couch and her ass stuck out, exposed for his pleasure. He roughly shoved her crushed velvet skirt up around her hips and slapped her ass, hard. "I find that I do enjoy a nice warm slice of pie on occasion." Then with that he sank slowly to his knees and pressed his face into her ass. Not bothering to move the red lace panties, he licked kissed and suckled at her moist sex through the cloth.

Pulling back after a few, he muttered, "You were kind enough to treat me in my office, would you like to be treated in kind now, or should we move to the bedroom for the main course?"

 

[intriguess]

"Depends on if you like your pie with cream," she loved how he was rough without being a jerk. Just enough spice so to speak, a good leadership quality she figured. The surprising thing was she was looking forward to taking him bare back. Kevin had been paranoid about pregnancy so even when she had been on pill he'd been in a condom, and at the moment she didn't worry about the consequences. He was nicely built and she knew from the small amount of effort and teasing it had taken to get him off that this time around would be much better.

She glanced over her shoulder and wonder if he would fuck her mostly clothed or if he would strip, both held a certain appeal, and she found herself considering how she might approach him tomorrow, maybe a husky black mail call to get him to her earlier....

 

[rhev]

Stark dove back in without another word. He yanked her panties to the side this time, and the sopping lace shifted to the side of her thigh as he dove face first back in. He sucked her clit between his lips and licked at it in a rapid but even set of strokes. Pushing forwards, he buried his nose in her wet slit as he worked her clit with his tongue.

His breathing was timed perfectly to the speed at which she moved her hips until the eventual end of such actions.

 

[intriguess]

He was good, and she growled in desire. Maggie knew she tasted sweet, every man who had gone down on her had been practically addicted there after. Sweet, mild, and wield, was how she had often been described. He'd gotten her very hot and wet in the car, so she was very wet now, she had practically soaked her scanty panties, and she eagerly awaited either the slap of his hand, or the stroke of his strong fingers inside her.

"So much better," she purred playing the sweet seducing innocent girl. She was easily young enough to be his daughter, if he had any that was, and she wondered if he would get off on her calling him Mr. Stark more or Daddy. She didn't care for incest, but since he wouldn't remember she was free to try out anything she wanted.

"I'm looking forward to a hot sticky protein filled deposit," she growled, wiggling with his motions, getting the most out of the position.

 

[rhev]

"Sorry my little one," he said pulling his face from her sweet and soaking honey pot, "But I get to taste my treat first before you get seconds on what you got at the office. I insist."

Then he pushed his mouth on her clit again. But this time he brought his hand over his forehead and slowly began pumping two fingers in and out of her slick box.

 

[intriguess]

"Fuck," she muttered her thoughts vanishing from her mind as heated pleasure coursed through her body. "Inside," her voice trailed off, squirming briefly before her body blissed out, the first trembling orgasm rushing quick and hard, his fingers pulling another from her before she could think of protesting. Not that she wanted to protest, but she wanted to feel him buried deep inside her heated body, filling her up.

"Yes," she growled letting go of her tension, feeling her body flowing juices over his mouth, droplets sliding down her thighs, the scent of her sex filling the air. "Fuck yes," she growled. She could get used to this.

 

[rhev]

Stark lapped at her pussy, drinking her juices as she came over his face. Then as she gasped for air afterwards, he stood. Dropping his suit pants he sat on the couch next to her. Pulling the rim of his silk boxers down he freed his erect cock. It wasn't that large especially, probably around five inches. But he did keep the grey hair of his bush trimmed short, and it was swollen and purple with desire.

He wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but he was proud of the fact that he didn't need those blue pills. He settled onto the couch and then grabbed the redhead by her jaw. Turning her face to his, still slick and shiny with her girl jizz, he commanded her. "Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap then little girl?"

 

[intriguess]

"Yes sir," she said in a voice that trod the line between childish and commanding. Demure would be the right word, she left her panties pushed aside as she took his cock in her hand and guided him inside her warm hot pussy. She wiggled her hips, casually swirling down onto him, enjoying the feel of him situated deep inside her.

Maggie licked a wet spot on his cheek, and with a demure smile continued to lick his juicy pussy soaked face, finding his tongue and kissing. The man knew how to kiss, and she rode him the way he kissed her, smooth, lingering, the tempo set by his warm mouth. She picked away at the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel his body against hers. The crisp fabric revealed a nicely toned body, not bad for his age, a smattering of gray hair the main indicator of age.

She broke the kiss long enough to peal her top off, her lacy red bra the only remaining barrier between her milky breasts and his chest.

 

[rhev]

Stark couldn't resist or hold back any longer. When she peeled her tight top off, he couldn't resist. He pawed at her tits forcefully. Pulling the lace cups down he exposed her nipples, standing out against the pale skin of her breasts. He pinched and tugged at them as she slid up and down his cock and rubbed his chest.

One disadvantage to his age, he knew he only had one good solid orgasm in him, and he had wasted it earlier in the office. But as long as his cock was still stiff, he was happy. He figured he'd have a nice mellow orgasm as this wild redhead rode his cock with abandon. He let her take the reins and sat back, enjoying both the show and the ride.

 

[intriguess]

She loved having her tits sucked, and when his fingers tugged her nipples they stood at attention the soft rosey pink flesh puckering into two sweet nubs. She gasped and moaned something that sounded celtic, as she picked up the pace, alternating fast and hard with slow and deep, her hips giving his cock a workout.

She sensed he was a long way from coming, and she didn't mind, letting her body find the right angle, gasping as his cock pounded against her g-spot, she knew another orgasm was impending and didn't bother controlling it, letting it wash over her, feeling her cunt clench his fat prick, milking him, "Thank you sir," her voice still demure as she plunged down upon him, wanting to feel him completely inside her as her orgasm crashed down upon her.

 

[rhev]

It was funny the things one thought about during sex, Stark thought to himself. As the wild redhead thrashed on him and came quite energetically he couldn't help but think that he'd have to have his suit sent out for cleaning before he left the hotel.

Though his original thought that he only had one good orgasm in him a day changed as she came, clenching him tightly. The tightness in his abdomen and testicles told him that he did in fact have another good one in him. He leaned forwards and bit lightly at the woman's neck, breasts, and collar as his hands moved to her hips, guiding her to continue, to not slow or stop.

"That's a good girl, keep going and you'll get your cream." He muttered into her soft flesh.