Some Like it Rough
By Delilah Fawkes & The Erotica Collective
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Some Like it Rough
Copyright 2011 by Delilah Fawkes & The Erotica Collective
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Some Like it Rough
Erotic Shorts that Hit Below the Belt
Featuring Titles By:
Sir Jaerls
Stella Kingston
Victoria Foxxe
Sara Pierce
Delilah Fawkes
Cover art by Willsin Rowe
willsinrowe@ymail.com
Vacation Whore · Stella Kingston
Surrender The Wolf · Victoria Foxxe
Taking Him by Force· Delilah Fawkes
The Deal
By Sir Jaerls
Copyright Sir Jaerls 2011. All rights reserved.
Arrogant Fucking Bitch. I marshaled my expression to the business professional poker face that had sustained me for more than three decades. I stared at the woman in the straight black skirt and the white business shirt, pretending I didn’t notice the shapely legs and large breasts.
I was fighting for the life of my company and I was losing. She had a right to her arrogance. Her backing and proposal were appealing to my shareholders, and she’d positioned herself as the “voice of reason”, trying to save an impoverished and failing company. Mine.
She had the backing of some very influential people - movers and shakers who bought industries to tear them apart and sell off the pieces. She also had the backing of half my stockholders, a coup she made by publicly announcing the planned purchase before warning me an offer was being considered.
She stood, hands on her rounded hips, thighs pressing their outlines against the simple skirt, buttons straining to contain the cleavage she couldn’t hide if she wanted to. She didn’t want to. I had an extensive file on Ms. Chalmers: a very revealing glimpse of how a woman in her early thirties rose to such prominence so quickly. She didn’t sleep her way to the top, but certainly bypassed a lot of steps along the way.
And here she was in my office telling me about my own damn company. I could have strangled her.
“Twenty nine dollars per share is very generous, Bill. The company isn’t worth that much, not on paper, and you know it. Your shareholders are chomping at the bit for this deal.”
“Thoughtful of you to announce it to them, Linda.” I put as much emphasis on her first name as I could without breaking the pose. I probably overdid it, because she looked at me like I was having a tantrum. I suppose I was.
Twenty nine was a fair price, not a great one by any means, but fair. After twenty years of building something from nothing, I was frankly ready to walk away and spend my days squandering the money I’d made, but I wasn’t about to knuckle under this… bitch.
“You’re going to come out of this a wealthy man, Bill.” The voice of reason was back.
I stood from behind the oak desk and walked around to where she was standing. Even in heels, the top of her head came to my chin. I am tall and spend hours at the gym specifically to be intimidating to people on the other side of the negotiating table. I loomed over her, stretching my shoulders and raising my back just a little. It’s a cheap trick, but effective. On most people. She stood her ground.
“I already am a wealthy man, Linda. You want my company? Fine. Buy it. Thirty eight.”
“That’s unreasonable, Bill. Twenty nine is more than fair. I suggest you take it.”
I fought down a laugh. Of course it was unreasonable. That’s why I chose that number. It was insane, and if she’d gone for it, her investors would have mutinied and strung her up by her heels. I would have paid to see that.
It was time to use my information.
“Tony Williams,” I said as ominously as I could. “What did you ‘suggest’ to him? What promises did you offer William Frasier, or Gary Hollinsworth? I know all about your professional history, Linda. You’ve made more trips around the board room than a dessert cart. Every one of the men you FUCKED to get where you are have crumbled at your feet like so many slavering puppies.”
“I resent that!”
Her face grew red and a vein in her neck became more pronounced. I‘d made a dent in the black and white professional armor, and I went in for the kill.
“Tough. I don’t really give a rat’s ass what you resent. The history stands on its own.”
“This is business Bill,” she seethed at me, like a trapped miniature devil.
“No, Linda, this is war and you are out of your league. My company is down, yes, we’re vulnerable to hostile takeover. Obviously. But you are still in way over your head, and you will get your ASS beat down.”
The flush in her cheeks seemed to take on a different hue, as though under the rage there was something else pumping the blood to her cheeks. Embarrassment? No, it was something more primal, more visceral, when I told her I was going to “beat her ass down.” The flush covered her neck, and her eyes flashed and fumed, but didn’t ever seem to meet mine.
“Don’t threaten me in my own office. You may have dangled a carrot in front of some of the shareholders, but there are thousands of investors. Not even you can fuck that many people.”
I suppose I should have seen the slap coming. I didn’t. For a petite woman, she hit hard. My left cheek felt like it was on fire. On the other hand, she wasn’t exactly expecting me to hit her back, either. She spun my head, I spun her off balance.
It was an instinctive move on my part, bizarre, considering I am the one that put her off balance in the first place, but I reached out to steady her, taking that crisp white blouse in a fist. She spun and grabbed my shirt, and we stood there, a frozen tableau for the space of a heartbeat.
The world turns on such moments. History is won and lost in the fraction of a second when the mind can’t keep up. Both of our shirts exploded in a rain of buttons like broadsides from enemy ships. Little pieces of plastic flew through the air between us as both shirts shredded under the assault.
I heard the ripping of cloth, but I didn’t know if it was my shirt or hers, and I frankly didn’t care. She wore a white lace bra under that top, and my right hand reached into her cleavage and grasped the garment from the front. There was no way I was going to fumble with the clasps, I simply pulled it straight up around her neck and watched as her breasts bounced free. She cried out as the wire grated over her tender skin.
She was young enough and fit enough that she had no sag at all, and her breasts were large and magnificently formed. Wide areolas framed tight nipples that began to harden in the air. I wanted to grab them, squeeze them, suckle them, but in the moment, I reached out and slapped the right breast hard. Much harder than I’d struck her cheek.
She replied by reaching for my crotch. Her hand grabbed my hardening cock in a death grip, sharp manicured fingernails that I swore felt as if they were cutting through the cloth and gouging into my balls. I reached behind her and pulled her shirt down in back. She let go as the sleeves trapped her arms behind her, and I ripped the shirt off her body and threw it to the floor.
I have no idea if it was my shirt or her bra that landed next--it became a flurry of ripped clothing and grasping, clawing hands. I spun her around and slammed her hard onto my desk, pulling that thin skirt up over her hips and belatedly noticed that my pants had pooled around my ankles. I didn’t remember her eager assault on my belt, but a small and unimportant part of my brain noted that the zipper was split open and those pants would never be worn again.
I grabbed the little black panties with both hands and tore them from her body, raising her off the floor before the cloth gave way. She was wet. God was she wet.
She raised her hips to me and began cussing my name, calling me “bastard”, “asshole”, “fucker,” and begging me to take her “like the brute” I am.
Even in the passion of the moment, that magnificent, perfectly formed ass made me pause. They were beautiful twin globes with the most delightful little patch of swelling pink skin poking through like a voyeur hiding between her thighs. Her legs were sculpted and muscular, evidence of hours spent at the local gym--another health nut like me.
I may be pushing fifty, but my chest was still as hard as when I was a youth, and the muscles in my arms were corded and thick. I work very hard on my body and keep myself as fit as my personal trainer and I can make me.
I reached over, running my fingers through her hair, trapping her blond locks in my fist. I forced her head to the desk, sweeping the contents on to the floor with my free hand.
My hand came down on her like the blade of a shovel. The CRACK of my flesh meeting hers echoed in the office like a report from a rifle. She cried out and jumped and called me a son-of-a- bitch and held her ass out for more. The next strike made her scream. By now the whole office had to have heard us, but neither she nor I cared. We were in this too far, and nothing was going to stop it.
The two strikes to her ass made her wetter, and the sexual juice was dripping out of her in long tendrils that reached to her knees. Her swearing and cursing faltered into primal grunts and she writhed under my grasp, nipples grinding against the cold wood of the desk, ass raising and lowering, looking for me to take her.
My cock was ridged, painful. I pulled my underwear down as best I could without letting her free and positioned myself behind her. I pressed her head against the desk, leaning on it, trapping her by her hair and holding her forehead steady against the solid desk.
I slammed into her in a single motion, tearing into the wet hot pussy. I’m not long, but I damn sure am thick. The head split her open and I was balls deep into her before she could cry out. She was hot. Burning hot. I could feel it as her walls pulled my shaft into her. Whatever she may have done to get promoted, or how often, she was tight, and her sex sucked me in like a greedy vacuum.
I stayed in her, relishing the feel of it, the tightness and heat, the wetness sucking at my cock which started to throb in her. Leaning over to hold her in place I pulled out again, hearing the moist slurp as I slipped completely free of her. She moved down the desk to follow my motion. Her cunt was hungry, and she needed me in her.
I obliged.
Slamming her hard enough to friction burn her nipples on the unforgiving wood, I took her again, rough, fast, hard. Pulling back this time to the barbed head of the cock and thrusting back. I slapped her ass again as I pummeled her pussy and pulled her hair to slide her in counterpoint to my thrusts.
The sensation of her moist walls grasping my throbbing shaft was incredible, and I needed it. It had been too long since I had fucked, and I decided I was going to take her the way I wanted. She was going to learn not to provoke the bear.
I rose up a bit to drive down her sex. The bottom of my cock dragged across her front walls, slamming through the mottled skin of the g-spot and she tensed for a moment before giving herself over to the attack.
The solid oak desk began to protest under our combined efforts, and the desk lamp I hadn’t swept off toppled and exploded in a rain of glittering glass. The desk moved an inch, and then again, and still my cock tore into her wet velvet opening as I grunted and growled, and she gasped and groaned and raised her ass higher demanding more and more from me.
I pumped harder, throwing my hips against hers, driving through her folds, pulling them out as I retreated, slamming them inside her as I took her sex. She reached out, raking her fingernails over the veneer, leaving deep gouges in the wood and as I slammed home once again. I felt her convulse around my cock and she buried her head in her arms and screamed.
I hadn’t come yet. It was a minor victory, but I was still pleased that I had outlasted her. My shaft was so slick, so oiled, that a new thought occurred to me. While she was sprawled helpless on the desk, I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled out to a moist PLOP.
I then placed the head of my aching cock at her ass.
She gasped, whimpered and growled all at once. She reached out blindly over the desk, looking for something to brace upon but came up empty. I took that to mean she was ready for me.
I went a bit slower this time, not the assault I used on that wet pussy, but parted the round little hole with the tip of the shaft. Her sexual wetness let the tip slide in before I felt resistance, but her sphincter closed in over the end of the tip like a clamp. She began to buck under me, arms flapping against the desk, ass trying to dislodge me and take me in all at once.
I couldn’t pull back out of her, my cock was imprisoned, caught in a soft trap. I pressed in further, burning past her resistance, taking her ass with my cock whether she would or no.
The middle of my shaft is the widest, and when I got that far she began to jump on her feet ,and with a wordless cry, she planted her fists on my desk and shot herself over me, taking my width in a single motion.
She sat there for a long, long moment, perhaps surprised at what she’d done, perhaps hoping to adjust to my attack. Skewered on my throbbing, aching cock, her ass gripped me like she was hanging on for dear life. Bracing herself, she began to ride me, foreword and back, impaling herself on me.
Faster, gasping, groaning, I reached over her and took her throat, forcing her to arch up in front of me and took a breast in a fist. I held her neck, alternately choking her and letting her breathe. The breast mashed in my fist, and I slipped my arms under hers so she was little more than a rag doll in my arms.
The anger I held for her arrogance, for her being right about me, about my business, slammed up into her, fucking her like an act of revenge.
The tightness of her ass started to play on me, the initial moisture from her pussy was gone, and the dry friction of fucking her made my eyes blur and the light began to fade. The room grew dim, and everything I knew became the sensation of my cock in her ass.
My back arched, I brought her up with me and dropped her back to the desk as the shaft twitched and the rise of my release became inevitable. The tip buried in her bowels, the beautiful orbs of her ass clenched as if she instinctively knew what was coming.
The light exploded behind my eyes, and my cock fired into her deeply. The hot ropy cum coated the burning friction of our union and added a little salt to seep into the raw flesh. I stayed in her ass as the cock spasmed and twitched, releasing into her bowels and belly.
I dropped her. She lay, spent, draped over my desk, lewdly displayed. Her sex still dripped and as I watched, a stream of white began to slip from her ass. The rivulet of my cum trickled over her folds and dripped onto the carpet between her feet.
I fell heavily into a chair and spent untold millennia watching her ass twitch and shiver, and my cum find its way out of her. When my heart calmed down, I realized my advantage and walked over to the wet bar to clean my softening cock.
She hadn’t moved by the time I returned, and I checked on her, just to be sure. Her eyes were glazed and unresponsive, but her body responded very nicely indeed. I reached over for my destroyed slacks and fumbled the belt free from its loops. Folded over, I brought the leather down on her ass.
CRACK! The pain brought her around in short order, but before she could react, I brought it down again. An angry red line rose up where the belt had struck and then another in perfect symmetry beside it. “Nooooo,” she began to groan, but I already had the third swing in motion, and a new welt formed on the other cheek.
On the forth strike, she came again. The fifth kept the wave going hard enough that she slipped off the desk and landed on the floor in a puddle of her own juices and my orgasm.
There was something about her lying there, naked, soaked in sex, disheveled and raw that made my cock start to rise again. I am pushing fifty and going twice that soon together used to be common twenty years ago, but a rarity now. When she looked up me standing over her prone body and whispered “Master,”my cock shot straight up.
I knelt by her head and pulled her to my cock, placing tip on her lips. “Suck it clean, slave.” I don’t even know why I said it, but she reached for me and opened her lips. At the last moment, she looked at me with the most cat-eating-a-canary expression and whispered. “Master?”
“What?”
“Thirty two fifty per share. And a slave girl.”
The smile that broke across my face preceded a much needed laugh.
“Deal.”
She swallowed me whole.
-The End-
About the Author:
Sir Jaerls is a Daddy/Master, gentleman sadist and writer of erotic BDSM and D/s fiction.
Website: http://sirjaerls.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/sirjaerls
By Stella Kingston
Copyright Stella Kingston 2011. All rights reserved.
For a second Carla considered turning around and getting back on the plane. What if Max didn't like her in real life? Would her looks disappoint him? What about the things they'd talked about doing . . . ? She stepped into the welcoming area with her weekend bag over her shoulder, scanning the chaotic hall of white plastic and glass for him.
He stood leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, casually watching her. His beetle black hair looked windswept, like he'd come straight from the beach. The black flip-flops, faded crimson board shorts and a long-sleeved cream top showed off his athletic build.
Dizziness swept over her as she smiled and waved.
He gave a little nod and a sly smile as he pulled himself off the pillar.
Flutters of nervousness and excitement swarmed inside her. She quickened her pace and made her way through the crowd.
Max approached her and drew her into his chest. His warm masculine scent surrounded her. "Hi, beautiful. How did the flight go?"
She relaxed. The pleasure of being in his presence, in his arms, made her forget that she'd never 'met' him before. "Good thanks."
He kissed her cheek and broke away before taking her bag, then guided her to the exit, where a taxi waited.
He dropped her bag in the back and then opened the passenger door for her.
Impressed by his chivalry, she smiled and walked past him, before clumsily crawling into the back seat.
Max sat in beside her and pulled the door shut before resting his hand on her bare thigh.
The engine started, and the taxi moved off.
Tingles flowed through her from his hand. The short layered black skirt had definitely been a good choice.
His deep brown eyes flicked over her body and up to her face as if he couldn't believe she was here with him.
She felt safe under the comforting feel of his touch. Her eyes met his, but she quickly felt shy under his hungry gaze and turned to look out the window.
The driver skidded off onto the highway, where vineyards and dry shrubs bathed in the mid-afternoon sun.
He squeezed her thigh. "I was worried you might not come."
She turned back to him. "Seriously? No, I'd never do something like that."
"Well, I'm glad you're here. It's pretty brave of you coming out here to meet me."
"How could I not? A hot guy, an amazing location, all expenses paid . . . I'd never turn down an opportunity like that."
The driver pulled up in front of the hotel.
When she turned to the window, Carla's mouth opened but no words came out.
White walls sprawled over the hillside. A an entourage of doormen and bellboys guarded a double doorway large enough for a few elephants to walk through.
She hadn't expected such grandeur. She fumbled with the handle on the taxi door.
One of the bellboys rushed forward to assist. He took her weekend bag and followed them into the reception.
A chandelier hung from the centre of the three story ceiling like a waterfall. An open lounge bar displayed itself before a panoramic view of the glittering sea and a beach of powder white sand. The surrounding gardens of the hotel begged to be explored.
Max took her hand and walked her down the white marble entrance hall.
The reception staff smiled a welcome from the sweeping desk.
She flashed a grin at them before turning to look at the view again. Something about Max made her proud to be seen with him, even by people she didn't know.
The bellboy took her weekend bag into the room, and Max tipped him before closing the door. "How do you like the hotel?"
"I love it."
He nodded. "Good. This is one of mine."
Her eyes widened. "This is yours?"
"Yep."
"You told me you worked in hospitality, not that you owned hotels."
A faint smile painted itself on his lips. "It's practically the same thing."
Max had seemed pretty well off, but she had no idea he owned all of this . . . He could have almost any girl he wanted. Why her?
The bed looked big enough to sleep three people. Opposite it, a set of floor to celling sliding doors opened out onto a large balcony with deck-chairs and a coffee table. Elegant cream curtains framed the window to the side of the bed which displayed the picturesque beach beautifully.
She longed to run out and dip her toes in the sea, even swim in it.
Max read her thoughts. "Want to go for a swim?"
She buzzed with excitement. The idea of swimming with him seemed very appealing. "Sure."
He reached into his bag on the end of the bed and pulled out a tiny yellow thong-bikini. "I bought this for you."
Her heart raced. Max obviously couldn't wait to see her in the risqué bikini, but, what if it looked terrible on her? "Thank you." Giddily she took the bikini and slipped into the bathroom to change.
The bathroom seemed like an attraction in itself. A huge mirror sat behind the sink. A double shower and steam room sat discreetly at the far end of the room, and a Jacuzzi-style bathtub presented itself in the centre.
She stripped and pulled the bikini on before turning to the mirror.
Pleasantly surprised, she examined her body in the reflection. She hardly recognised herself – the yellow set off her tanned skin amazingly well. Max had good taste.
Eager to show him how well his choice worked on her, she opened the door.
He sat on the edge of the bed, peering into his iPhone. Looking up, he seemed to devour her with his eyes. "You look great."
She smiled coyly and went to rummage in her bag for her black sarong. Pulling it out and shaking it before tying it around her neck like a halter-dress.
Max discarded his phone on the bed and stood up, pulling his top over his head to reveal a toned, muscular torso.
Impressed, she suppressed a smile. How many hot multi-millionaires were there in existence? And she had this one all to herself, at least for a night. Her thoughts drifted to sex – he'd definitely be an animal in bed, as he'd promised; but, would she be able to keep up with him? She tugged at the cotton of her sarong.
"Let's go." He shoved the plastic keycard in his pocket and made his way to the door.
She followed and they walked through the hotel and down to the private beach.
Huge white parasols were scattered over the creamy sand, sheltering luxuriously padded deck-chairs. A few waiters walked to and from the bar, carrying a variety of coloured cocktails to tourists.
Max put his hand on the small of her back. "Would you like a drink?"
"Some water would be great thanks."
"Okay. Wait here will you?" He kissed her forehead and went over to the bar.
She dropped onto a deckchair in the shade, breathing deeply, appreciating the fresh sea air. It had been too long since she'd been on vacation, and she'd never been anywhere as beautiful as this. She lay back, letting the sound of the waves hypnotised her and watching the clear blue water beckon to her.
Max returned with their drinks and set them down on the table next to the pole of the parasol, then sat on the deckchair to the other side of it.
"So, did you tell anyone you were coming here to meet me?"
She laughed. It wouldn't have gone down well with her parents, and her friends wouldn't have let her go. "No, I told them I was taking a weekend break by myself. They thought it was a little odd, but it's not unlike me to do odd things."
"Really? What other odd things do you do?"
"Oh, I don't know . . . Is there anything worse than living a mundane life? I just like to mix things up a little."
He seemed content with her answer.
She played with the little curly strip of cucumber skin in her glass, before taking a sip of the cool water.
Max finished his spritzer. "So, you want to take a dip?"
Smiling she returned her drink to the table. "Sure." She stood up.
Max did too and he took her hand and walked her toward the sea.
A silly rush of excitement filled her. The sea did that to her, its power, its gentleness, its fluidity.
Her feet sunk into the soft sand with every step until she reached the waterline and a small wave of warm water embraced her toes.
They walked deeper into the sea.
The salty warm water rippled around her and before long, gentle waves splashed at her thighs.
Max's proximity added to her excitement. She screamed and gasped as each wave claimed a little bit more of her body.
He watched her, obviously taking pleasure in her enjoyment.
Her body slipped weightlessly through the water as she moved deeper into the sea. Waves lapped at her nipples.
She turned back to face the shore.
Max stood directly in front of her. He touched her hip, and stroked his fingers up her sides under the water. "You're more beautiful than your photos could've shown."
Little electrical currents fizzed through her. The water surrounding her body seemed to heighten her sensitivity to his touch. "Thank you."
He pulled her toward him by her waist and looked her in the eyes cheekily before pressing his firm lips against hers.
She moved her hands to his biceps and kissed him back.
He kissed her again harder, parting her lips with his and entering her mouth with his tongue.
She surrendered, kissing him back and stroking her tongue over his. How could she possibly get enough of him when kissing and skin contact only left her hungry for more?
Max broke away. "Mmm . . . that was great, but, we have a problem."
"What?"
He took her hand under the water and held it against his hard cock.
Excitement rushed through her. She opened her mouth seductively as she looked up at him. "Oh dear," She teased and glanced back to the beach. "I guess that could be a problem. What are you going to do about it?"
He took her waist and slowly turned her to face the horizon, pulling her hips to his. His hard cock nestled between her cheeks.
Little jolts of electricity shot through her. Her breathing quickened.
He kissed the hair over her ear. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?"
A shudder ran through her. He couldn't be serious.
Max's strong arms held her to him. "I can't wait to feel it in you."
Panic rushed through her. Max wanted to take her here, in front of a load of strangers. They'd guess, they'd look at her and think of her as a total slut. But, she couldn't escape him.
He pulled his hard cock from his shorts before sliding her bikini thong aside. He lifted her by her hips, positioning her pussy above his cock and pushed into the small opening between her legs.
She gasped. The stretching his hot cock caused inside her made her body tighten around him. She arched her back a little, at the same time, trying not to draw attention.
People frolicked in the water and on the beach all around them.
The thought of someone noticing them excited her, but she didn't want it to actually happen.
He pulled in and out of her slowly, keeping up the 'just cuddling' image.
Falling into his embrace, she moaned softly.
No one but Max could hear her over the sound of the waves.
He pulled out of her with a groan and lifted her as if she were weightless, turning her to face him before returning her to his body.
She swung her legs around him under the water.
He held her butt and pushed his cock back into her, his face a picture of restraint as he worked to make sure all the movement happened under the water, and that they still appeared to be innocently embracing.
He took advantage of her near weightlessness in the water and moved his right hand to the front of her bikini bottoms before pushing his thumb under the material and stroking it over her clit.
Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. "No, don't do that . . . I might come."
He laughed. "That's the idea."
Max fucked her gripping her butt with one hand and using moving the fingers of his other hand skilfully over her clit.
Every jolt of release from her body made her crave more friction on her clit and in her pussy.
He gave it to her over and over again.
She squeezed her thighs tightly, resisting the urge to come.
That appeared to make him pound into her harder.
She moved her hands up his bare chest and grabbed his shoulders, taking short sharp breaths before moaning as she came.
Her pussy clamped around his cock and he pulled her down on him, thrusting deeply and squiring into her. He held her still as he came, hugging her against his warm hard body before pulling out.
Carla floated away and dropped her feet to the sand below, working her bikini into place. The lack of his touch brought her to her senses. "Damn, I hope that wasn't too obvious . . ."
He laughed. "Er . . . well, even if they suspect something, I doubt they'd be able to say for certain."
He swept his wet hand though his hair, making him look even sexier. "Shall we get dinner?" Taking her hand, he led her out of the water.
They dried off and walked up the beach to a restaurant with a deck that protruded over the sea.
He ordered lobster for both of them.
Carla loved that he'd made the choice for her.
By the time they'd finished dinner, the sun sat low in the sky, over the sea, casting pink and orange onto the small wisps of cloud.
Max left money for the bill on the table and they stood together and made their way back to the hotel.
A small lizard scampered over the wall of a flowerbed.
Carla gasped and stopped in her tracks.
"Oh, that's only a baby one. They get much bigger than that." He pinched her waist lightly through her sarong.
She jumped, and stepped away from him, only to groan when she realised how easily he'd played her.
He laughed at her reaction. "Okay, no more lizard tricks. I promise."
When they reached the hotel room, he swiped the keycard and opened the door, watching her hungrily as she walked past him, and then closing the door behind him. "There's a reason we got the corner room."
"Why?"
"So no one will hear you scream."
Carla laughed shakily. She scrunched her dark hair up into a bun on top of her head before letting it fall past her shoulders in loose waves.
Max approached her. "Take off your sarong."
She hesitated for a second before pulling at the knot of material at the back of her neck.
The sarong fell away to display her bikini clad body in the soft light of the hotel room.
He stepped closer to her and swept her hair from her neck before untying the strings on her bikini top and letting it fall to the floor displaying her small perky breasts.
Embarrassed, she glanced away. Her last boyfriend had suggested she get implants, but she didn't like the idea of having plastic in her body. Max probably wouldn't like them either.
He brought his hands up to squeeze them. "Cute."
Her body begged for him to continue. She observed his face. Did he say that to every girl he stripped? Maybe the 'cute' would have been a 'wow' if she had bigger boobies.
He let his fingers brush over her sensitive nipples before dropping his hands to the bows at her hips.
She caught her breath.
He pulled the strings and the bikini came loose. He tossed it aside and ran his hands over her pussy, down between her legs and up through her folds. "You're beautiful – Kneel down."
"What?"
He looked at her expectantly.
Slowly she kneeled.
The lump in his board shorts stood out shamelessly in front of her face.
He stripped his shorts off and kicked them out of the way. With one hand holding his thick cock, he guided it to her lips.
She parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
He tasted salty from the sea.
He pushed in, deeper to the back of her throat, holding her head with both hands and letting out an approving moan.
Her throat stretched around the head of his cock in a satisfying way. She swallowed, fighting the urge to gag, then pulled her head back.
Laughing, he held her in place. "Stay still."
She surrendered, relaxing in his hands.
He pulled out a little. The head of his cock moved over the back of her tongue. Then he pushed it deep into her throat.
He moved his cock in short sharp thrusts — fucking her mouth.
Her jaw ached a little, but every thrust satisfied her and hearing his deep moans made it all worth it.
Finally, he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him as his cock slipped out of her mouth. He pulled her up by her hair. "Bend over the bed."
She followed his order, bending over and resting her forearms on the white linen of the bed. How far would he take this?
"You're so hot." He squeezed her buttocks, pulling them apart to get a better look at her.
A beautiful symphony of pleasure and pain trickled through her. She murmured in response.
He took his thick cock and pressed it against her pussy before driving it into her mercilessly with harsh thrusts.
Her tight pussy protested for the first few strokes and then gave in.
He pounded into her over and over again, hitting against her g-spot hard and fast.
Carla pulled the duvet into a pile beneath her and screamed into it. Moaning more every time he pushed into her.
His cock seemed to touch every part of her inside, and stretched her more with every intrusion.
The duvet barely muffled her screams.
Max pulled out without warning and walked into the bathroom. He appeared a few seconds later with a dry washcloth and the flannel tie of a bathrobe.
She stood. He'd told her all the kinky things he'd wanted to do to her, but she hadn't thought he'd be doing it on the first night.
He walked toward her. "Open your mouth."
She parted her lips and then slowly opened her mouth wider.
He fed her the washcloth, letting the excess spill out, and tied the belt of the bathrobe around her head, securing the washcloth in place. "That's better."
He pushed her down onto the bed, holding her hair with one hand and her ass with the other as he pounded her hard, slapping his hips against her butt over and over again.
She moaned through the washcloth in her mouth.
He pushed his cock into her deeply, and further again before sliding it out.
He carried her up the bed and pulled back the covers. He dropped her onto the bed and pushed her legs apart before driving his cock into her.
She wrapped her legs around his back, taking every thrust he served her.
He watched her face intently. "Come for me." He pulled off her gag. "I want to hear you scream."
She breathed quickly, gasping in air between moans and convulsions.
He kept up the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her.
Her muscles tensed and her back arched, pushing up against him. She twisted her face to the side yelling as she came. Relief swept over her and she went limp beneath him.
He came a second after her and collapsed on top of her.
For a split second she couldn't breathe.
He pulled himself off her, slapped the side of her thigh and went to take a shower.
In the morning, Carla woke up to find herself in the huge bed, drowning in a big white duvet. She turned to see Max, still asleep facing away from her on the other side of the bed.
She crept out of bed, still naked and went to take a shower before returning with her hair still wet, wrapped in a towel.
He lay on his back under the covers.
She walked over to him and picked up the corner of the duvet, slowly pulling it off his naked body.
His hand rested at the base of his morning hard on.
Carla let her towel drop to the floor and climbed over Max, straddling him. She gently took his cock and positioned it below her pussy before taking the head into her slowly.
He murmured a little in his sleep.
She resisted laughing and slowly edged her way down his cock, taking a little more of him in each time she moved up and down.
His cock twitched inside her.
She moved faster. How long would he last without being able to exercise self control?
His eyelids fluttered.
"Morning Max," she said softly.
He moaned huskily before focusing on her. "What do you think you're doing?"
She beamed. "I'm getting off on you."
He laughed and pulled his hands behind his head, clearly enjoying every second of her assault on him. "You've been getting off on me while I slept?"
She bobbed up and down on him. "Yep. And I'm not going to stop until I'm done."
"You can keep going all you want." He relaxed back onto the pillows.
Before long, his breathing hastened and he watched her more intently. "I need you to go faster."
She slowed down, teasing him with her little cunt sliding over the head of his cock so slowly you could barely see it move. "No, I like it like this."
He moaned in frustration, and grabbed her hips to pull her down on him.
She pulled off his cock.
He sat up and tossed her onto her front over the pile of duvet behind her.
She scrambled onto all fours.
He took advantage of her position and knelt behind her before pushing his hard cock into her pussy, moaning as he got what he wanted.
After breakfast they explored the seemingly endless grounds of the hotel. They passed the infinity pool, waterfalls, huge rolling lawns and the spa building before the paths grew narrower and twisted and turned through the exotic gardens.
A large hammock hung in the alcove of one of the gardens.
Carla looked at Max provocatively. "I think we should try out that hammock."
Max smiled. "Sure baby."
They walked across the lawn to it, and Max climbed in first, lying on his side.
Carla climbed in after him, nestling her bottom against him so they were spooning.
All that surrounded them were neatly kept exotic plants and blue sky.
"I think 'trying out' this hammock is a fantastic idea." His hand slid down her body to meet her thigh. He stroked back up and under her dress before reaching around to stroke her pussy. "It's so hot that you're already wet for me."
She smiled even though he couldn't see her.
His cock announced its presence against her butt.
She giggled. "Feels like I'm not the only one who's horny."
"Hell no." He moved his hand to her hip and positioned her so he could rub up against her.
"These need to go." He tore her lace panties off her and hid the evidence in his pocket.
Carla pouted. "Those were my favourite panties . . ."
He kissed her shoulder. "Sorry, I have a love/hate relationship with panties . . . I'll buy you more. Promise."
He undid his zipper and took out his hard cock, then pushed it between her legs before working the head through the folds of her pussy.
The warm intimate connection had her pushing back on him, aching to get closer.
He moved his cock to the mouth of her pussy and pushed into her.
She let out a little moan and clung onto the side of the hammock.
Grinding his hips back and forth, he slowly pushed deeper into her, stretching her.
She felt her pussy grip him in retaliation. The bittersweet sensation consumed her. She hugged his arm against her chest.
He moved in and out of her steadily until he came, holding her tight.
Disappointment edged its way into her mind. He hadn't made her come.
Max fell away from her and relaxed onto the hammock. "Mmm . . . that was a nice way to start the day."
She rolled over to face him. "But, I didn't come."
"Oh, you poor thing." A devilish grin spread across his face. "I guess you'd never visit me again if I sent you home on the plane grumpy like this?"
"No, I certainly wouldn't."
He held her waist with both hands and pushed her up the large hammock, he moved his face down to hover above her hips. He pulled her dress up to her waist and nibbled at her hip.
She relaxed into the hammock.
He moved his mouth over her cunt and twirled his tongue over her clit.
She moaned gently, arching her back and wrapped her legs around his sides.
He held her hips and took her clit in his mouth, sucking and licking it. His warm wet lips working over her pussy.
Short jolts of pleasure shot through her making her buck against him.
He held her down, keeping her still, keeping his mouth to her cunt.
She cried out, gripping the canvas of the hammock as she came hard.
He pulled her dress down, and held his hand still over her pussy.
She opened her eyes.
"Are you ready for lunch?"
She nodded.
They wandered back through the grounds of the resort to the main restaurant.
Sitting at the table without panties felt a little slutty. But no one except she and Max knew.
After they ate, he took her back to the hotel room where she changed and packed her bag.
"Okay, I'd better take you to the airport. Are you ready?"
Her heart sank. Their first 'date' had gone too fast. Would he contact her again after this? "Yes, I am."
Their taxi pulled out of the hotel's grounds and its white walls quickly disappeared into the distance.
Max walked her into the airport, and helped her get her boarding pass before kissing her goodbye.
She savored his kiss.
He handed her the weekend bag. "I'm going skiing in France in a few weeks. Are you up for it?"
She smiled. "I'd love to, but I've never skied before and I don't have any of the gear."
"That's not a problem. I'll see you then." He squeezed her butt, and gave it a little slap.
She gave him one last kiss on the lips before walking to the security gate.
-The End-
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By Victoria Foxxe
Copyright Victoria Foxxe 2011. All rights reserved.
Amber wondered what people would think if they knew what she did when the moon was full. Sure some folks have hobbies, but she’d much more intriguing desires. Once a month, she had a very peculiar and unchangeable appointment. None of her friends know about it, because she isn’t quite sure if they would get her situation. You see, this girl has some extremely unique needs; she craved submission and humiliation.
She’d first met him at a party, a tall, bear of a man who seemed both out of place and out of time. His broad masculine build, beard, and fury forearms, made her think nothing but distinctly sexual thoughts. “My name is Frederick…” his voice rumbled when he spoke. Amber knew what she wanted; he wasn't like most of the soft posers at the play party, this man was the real thing. Frederick hadn’t disappointed her and soon she found herself pulled into his dark, primal world.
When a guy confesses
he’s a werewolf, most girls run wisely run for the hills. Only a
psycho would actually believe that, or just some douche looking to
pick up chicks. Yet for Amber, there was no fear and she didn’t
run. This was the man she’d been waiting for her entire life.
Before she knew it, she’d been collared and claimed. Wholly his in
a way that civilized world thought ended centuries ago.
Now she
just calls him "Sir" and it is the only way she is allowed
to address him. She wouldn’t call what they have a
relationship, as it is unquestionably an arrangement. Sir filled
the void for something more in her life; he was the perfect
man for it. True, some women crave romance, adventure, and
the thoughtful attention of a gentle boyfriend. Those
things weren’t for the likes of her and she’d come to accept it.
Amber was just one of a multitude of pretty girls that traverse the city. She stands five-feet-four, with red hair, and green eyes. Her body is shapely and curved. Guys have told her how much they love her full and juicy red mouth, and she wears glossy blood-red lipstick to tempt them more. She stares in the mirror and puckers her mouth sometimes, admiring their full, wetness. Her tits are subtle and full like sweet cantaloupes, and bounce gently when she moves.
She loves nothing more than dressing the part of the seductress. A woman with her animal appeal could really do less, for her its second nature. Nothing pleases her more than tight blouses that are unbuttoned just a bit, so you can see her cleavage and firm nipples straining against the fabric. Then of course there are the skirts, worn just high enough to be dangerous. She’s caught more than one man trying to sneak a peek beneath the tempting hemline. Her legs are always shaven, the skin moisturized and silky smooth.
Whether going to work or out at night, she wears heels that cause her calves to lengthen and stretch while she walks. Her strut is cool, dangerous… predatory. Women pull their boyfriends and husbands close as she passes by, but they don’t need to worry because she belongs wholly to ‘Sir’. Admittedly, she is probably addicted to him like some people are to chocolate; because every weekend with him is heaven on earth.
There’s something about entering his dark and perverse world that made the rest of the week bearable. It’s truly a need that she can’t ignore, like food or water. There’s something about being transformed into a purely physical object, which drives her wild with lust and passion. Sometimes she lay in bed and masturbates, thinking about some of their hottest play sessions. She lives a decent life which includes a career, friends, and even hobbies! But her time with Sir is what truly rejuvenates her. None of her civilized friends have any idea of what happens to her during the weekends. On those days she goes from being an ultra-modern and independent woman into a submissive and hungry sex-slave. She wonders what they’d think if they witnessed her naked on all fours, wearing a collar, while her Sir spanks her pink ass.
You must understand, that just because she is an obedient sex-slave in the bedroom, doesn’t mean she is a pushover in real life. She’d always believed that her kinkier interests are only a tiny part of her. They help her to maintain control in other areas of her life including her career. Abandoning her ego to another role during the weekends and surrendering to her Sir’s naked lust is just a way to release the tensions of modern life. But Frederick had taken her further than she’d ever dreamed possible. In fact, he’d opened her eyes and soul to an entirely new world.
Every Saturday she shows up at his place, a modern condo located downtown, and rings the bell. He buzzes her in, and Amber heads directly to his door, which was always open. Once inside she takes off her coat and reveal what she is wearing. She thoroughly enjoys surprising Sir with different costumes; naughty nurse, horny librarian, and even the slutty teacher. But tonight she wore his favorite… Red Riding Hood. The red cape is draped over her shoulders with the hood pulled back. A tight unbuttoned white blouse reveals her luscious cleavage, with just a hint of her lacy pink bra peeking above the fabric. The short crotch length plaid-skirt barely conceals her pink satin panties. And baby doll socks and high-heeled Mary-Jane’s finish off the ensemble. Whenever she wears this outfit, she always has her red-hair braided into ponytails. With her large green eyes and a spattering of freckles she easily looks like a teenager. What hungry wolf could resist such a mouth-watering morsel?
Tonight, she sits on the couch and waits for him. Sometimes Sir keeps her waiting for several agonizing minutes as a test of her patience. When he’s ready he comes into the room dressed head to toe in black leather. He looks her over, and grunts his approval. Her master orders her into the bedroom. The sex games always start immediately, Sir doesn’t have much patience. At first he gently pulls the red cape from her shoulders, stopping to inhale her distinctly feminine scent. Then he orders her to get on her knees and to extend her plump, round ass in the air. Next he spreads her legs apart so he can better worship her. Soon, the spanking starts, he takes off his leather belt and starts to beat her with it. Gently at first, to get things going, but after a while he gradually increases the speed. With each stroke the leather strap with falls harder. Each blow sends waves of pleasure through her body, it seems wrong to enjoy such punishment and yet she does love every moment of it. Once the whipping reaches a feverish pace, her ass is on fire with pain. She enjoys it so much that she starts to twitch and squirm while he spanks her, which turns Sir on even more: Let me see you shake that ass… he says to her … that’s right wiggle that beautiful ass for me.
She closes her eyes tightly in order to hold back the tears and try to stay still as long as she can. She’d learned to tolerate much pain and how to keep her balance while on all fours. If her head turns just right, she is treated to the delicious view of master whipping her butt. Sir is something to see in action, the muscles in his body tensed as he brings his whole arm back. His shoulders rise into the air and his face takes on a deadly serious look. Then suddenly his arm comes down in a wide arc, quickly followed by the stinging sensation of the belt slapping her ass. He hits her just hard enough to cause angry welts, but no permanent scar. He usually takes a minute to admire his handiwork, before striking another blow.
When her ass is crisscrossed with red welts, he kneels down behind her and runs his hands over her meaty, round butt: Oh yeah sweetie, that’s real nice. Damn, your ass looks so delicious after a whipping! You like it when I punish your hot, little ass don’t you slut? I can tell you like it by the way you shake that thing, when I was beating it. Do you want some more? Point your bum in the air and jiggle it around so I know you want it.
At this point, she usually sticks her ass as high as she can manage. Then she shakes her fleshy, firm behind around, so that Sir can watch it and get even more turned on. He usually, massages her butt with the palm of his hand, taking care to trace the lines of the welts from the beating. This certainly gets him hot and before long he’s ready for action: Ready for some more attention bitch? Yeah I think you are. I think you want daddy to teach you a real sound lesson. Think you can handle it girl? Are you going to be able to take what I’ve got to give you?
By then she is warmed up and excited too! He next orders her to peel off her skirt so he can get a better look at her punished ass cheeks. She always does as he commands and slides them slowly down her long legs. Knowing that she is teasing him and doing her best to drive him wild. When she is undressed, he has easy access to her cunt and ass. His rough hands roam over her bottom as he moans, taking pleasure in in her degradation:
This ass looks real good baby, real nice! Seems like it’s made to take a fresh punishment! Are you ready for my dick now? I bet you are, get on your knees. Do you want to see my cock? I know you do, man I love looking at those big tits of yours.
Yeah, she knows that he loves to play with her tits. He usually starts by putting his mouth on them gently, letting his tongue swirl around until they are warm and slick with saliva. Her nipples get erect by this time, and her master starts bite down on them. Which makes her squirm and squeal in a high pitch, this usually pushes him further to the edge: What’s wrong baby, you don’t like that? She knows he can see the pained look in her eyes, as he grabs both her nipples with his fingers, and twists and tugs them until her eyes water.
She relishes every
minute of it; there’s no denying his rough antics turn her on. Her
master next brings out the collar and handcuffs. The collar is tooled
black leather, with a golden buckle and lock. It even has an
elegant gold chain attached to it, master is always careful to
avoid silver. He put the collar on her and clamps the lock into
place; it feels tight on her throat. At first she feared the collar,
but now she has learned to welcome it. It is symbolic of her complete
devotion to ‘Sir’ and signifies her place as his.
After a few
minutes or more, he’ll stand up and walk around, looking
her over. He delights in the vision of her welt reddened ass and
collared neck. Her tits hang full and pendulous swaying softly as
gravity tugs at them. Aroused he pulls out his cock, and she watches
as it gets harder, swells, and fattens. It’s a massive thing,
thick and meaty with a fat, swollen head. Like the rest of him, the
shaft is almost entirely covered with man-fur, which runs
down to its base and trails up his belly. Sir isn’t a
pretty boy at all; he’s a sturdy and masculine man
with a hairy body. There’s something wild and animal
about him, which undoubtedly gets her wet.
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