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If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. 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 Contents: The Deal · Sir Jaerls Vacation Whore · Stella Kingston Surrender The Wolf · Victoria Foxxe Jungle Fever · Sara Pierce 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 Vacation Whore 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- About the Author: Stella Kingston writes stories featuring sugar daddies, badboys and other hot powerful men. Website: http://StellaKingston.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/StellaKingston Amazon: http://www.amzn.com/Stella-Kingston/e/B005P6OUMS/ Surrender the Wolf 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. When he tires of simply watching her shake her ass, he comes closer. She trembles because she knows that more pleasure-pain will be administered to her. At this point he usually begins by fingering her; first he slips in a single digit, followed by a second. Soon he’s rhythmically working his fingers in and out of her cunt.  When she is excited she gets unbelievably wet, and usually by this point her cunt is dripping. Her musky pussy-juice trails down his fingers, over his wrist, and pools on the floor. This is something that used to embarrass her, but Sir has taught her to love it! He’s so turned on by her unusually wet pussy! Sir is an expert when it came to playing with her pussy! He manipulates her clit with his thumb while using his fingers to massage the tight muscled walls of her cunt. The blood rushes to her clit causing it to swell and sometimes it feels like she is literally going to explode. And just when her body can’t take it anymore, he slaps her roughly across the face, while holding firmly her in place by the cunt. It is an act of 100% ownership, so that she knows she utterly belonged to him. She knows he considers this rough foreplay and he’s just warming her up for the main event. What they do next sometimes can vary, but usually he orders her to get on her knees, which she always does. By then his dick is fully hard, huge, and swollen. It juts out from his body, dripping with pre-cum, and ready to fuck. But fucking is saved for later. He likes to torture her first and forces her to walk on her knees while the weight clamped to her tits causes them to redden and swell. This can go on for some time because he wants to enjoy the moment. She doesn't mind, as it's part of her subjugation and torture which she so desperately craved. When he’s satisfied with her performance, her tits are usually tight and sore. But her cunt is dripping wet, and her clit hard, swollen, and purple with desire. In fact, it’s so sensitive by this point that she could probably come if Sir were to just stare at it long enough. That is when he’s finally ready to take the action to the next level. He’ll usually start by fucking her face first! Well after he first makes sure to cuff her hands behind her back. Her master just shoves that enormous piece of meat into her mouth and forces it roughly down her throat. At first it’s a little difficult for her to take all of him inside of her mouth. No matter how ready she thinks she is, her jaw always aches when attempting to service him. But she keeps going and pure enthusiasm allows her to relax her jaw.  Her throats strains as she closes her eyes. She swears she sometimes sees stars as she put forth her best effort to accommodate his massive meat. Sir usually pushes her head down until his cock touches the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She twitches and squirms while he bucks his hips, shoving himself further into her mouth. However she is wholly dedicated to getting him off, even if it hurts. His intense and musky man-scent floods her nostrils, she inhales deeply. The smell of him being the sweetest aphrodisiac she’s ever known. She sucks on his fat tool, slurping accordingly and trying her best to make them feel good. He roughly grabs both sides of her head and just continues to pump way, enjoying the hot, wet, sensation of her sucking mouth. Her lips form a tight seal as they wrap devotedly around his cock. When he’s done fucking her face, he gets down his knees behind her, ready for more action. After sliding a pre-lubed rubber onto his dick, he forces her onto all fours and shoves his meaty cock inside of her in one, long, hard thrust. By now she is in sheer ecstasy, having finally earned her reward for all of the hard-work and torture. There’s nothing like the sensation of taking his cock into her cunt and the feeling of having a man fill her insides with his hard dick. Her sweet Sir has only one desire, and that is to make his cock feel good. The best part is when he slams hard in and out, causing her heavy tits to swing back back-and-forth. Sir rides her without consideration, growling like an animal rutting in heat. There is something feral and primal here, and deep within her an ancient urge is satisfied by his abandon. Before long his thrusts become wild and frenzied, and Amber is forced to stay on fours while he pounds away. Like an animal he growls and bites her shoulder, just hard enough to draw a little blood. She doesn’t worry, as it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure she feels. Her whole body shudders and trembles as he penetrates her deeply. While something primal in her stirs and begins to awaken, slowly urged to consciousness by the degradation and pain. This could go on for hours so it seems; as he digs his hands into her fleshy hips, and grabs onto her shoulders, so that he can ram his cock even further in. He’s just using her that way for a while, fucking her like an animal in heat, and then with a groaned and ferocious deep thrust, slides in as deep as he can manage. Finally, he squirts into the slick rubber with a primal grunt. Her master pulls it out, and peels off the condom, and squeezing his cum all over her hair, and dripping it onto her abused tits. At this point he looks at her and laughs: Oh it looks like you want to come with a large sadistic grin on his face. Now, she lay there with her hands secured behind her back, her tits aching, and no way to relieve herself. Sometimes she is so desperate for relief she humps against his leg. She slides up and down the slick leather, in a vain attempt to get herself off. Other times, stay on her back and squeeze her thighs together tightly, in hopes that she can stimulate herself to orgasm. After a while, she just lays there in frustration, paralyzed and praying for some sweet release. When Sir is satisfied that she’d suffered enough, he says: You’ve already earned your reward. He removes her handcuffs and massages her sore wrists. Next, he kisses gently down her chest, and makes his way towards her aching, needy cunt. By this time she is panting and sobbing real tears, aching for release. Sir licks along her legs and thighs before finally finding his way her trembling pussy lips. He never dives right in, but instead will lick and tease around her hairy mound. Her pussy is feathered with soft, curly red-hair, which frames the vulva. Sir nestles his nose into her cunt and inhales her musky aroma: Hmmm… you smell delicious. She can feel his hot breath tickle her clit and her entire body trembles in response. Next she spreads her legs wide in order to give him better access to pleasure her. He strokes her clit while using his fingers to massage the inside of her cunt. Like a lion devouring his prey, Sir slurps and licks her pussy. The whole thing feels so unfathomably good it feels like she’s going to die from the pleasure. He darts his tongue in and out of her slick folds, and the pungent scent of her sex fills the room. His tongue forces itself deeper and deeper inside of her, until she couldn’t take much more. Sir always made greedy, sucking noises as he nibbles and licks; while she writhes in pleasure. By now a warm heat began to radiate between her legs; as he uses two fingers to spread her lips further apart. By then her clit is tingling near bursting as a result of Sir’s hungry attentions. Sir continues working his fingers back and forth, while nibbling the delicate nub. Each of his strokes cause her body to shake; as her throbbing cunt- muscles clench and unclench. In this moment there’s no one she trusted more than him. Before she knew it, electric jolts explode behind her eyes and her entire body quakes. Heat waves of satisfaction flow from her pussy and through the rest of her body.  It is then when it happens, as she rides the supernatural wave of ecstasy. Her body twists and gyrates at unnatural angles, while her flesh turns molten. In the silvery candlelight of Sir’s chamber she transforms, finally freed from her prison of human flesh. Her hands widen and stretch, as sharp black claws emerge from her fingertips. She falls forward on all fours, as her back arches and spasms. Silver-black fur emerges in tufts from the pores of her skin, while her nose elongates and blackens. There is no pain in this transformation; it’s an orgasmic wave of ecstasy and magic. Her senses sharpen, while sounds and smells she can’t clearly identify flood her mind. She wants nothing more than to be free, to hunt, and to run. It’s then that the howl escapes her throat, deep and rumbling. The power floods her now, a primal force that is now awake and free. When it’s finished, a beautiful collared she-wolf stands before ‘Sir”, hungry for the night and adventure. Her master opens the window, and she leaps out landing without injury below. Not far away is the wild of Golden Gate Park, where prey awaits. She will stalk the night there, moving silently amongst the thick forest of trees and dense brush. Spiraling trails and magical groves lie ahead of her, and when it is over she will return. Her master will hold her until she transforms back into her human cage of flesh. -The End- If you liked this story, you’ll like Sexy Step Daughter by the same author. About the Author: Victoria was born in the frozen north and made her way to Sunny California. She enjoys writing stories that are both erotica and unusual. When she’s not writing the author enjoys cooking, gardening, and spending time with her adorable Chihuahua. Follow Victoria on Twitter: @VictoriaFoxxe Victoria’s Blog: http://victoriafoxxe.livejournal.com/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/qgeNeL JUNGLE FEVER By Sara Pierce Copyright Sara Pierce 2011. All rights reserved. The rainforest barracks were run down, damp and permeated with the smell of wet dog, but for the worn out Navy SEALs it was the Ritz. Sporting beds with mattresses, kitchen facilities, and running water that was purportedly safe to drink, it was a welcome haven from the rough survival training the men had endured over the last ten days. They had one night of guaranteed rest in the jungle paradise before they were set to head out again for more maneuvers. The facility was surprisingly clean given their remote location, as if a crew had come through the day before and prepared it for them; the acrid smell of bleach hung faint in the air and the linens on the bed seemed crisp and mold-free, difficult to do in this humid environment. Among the group there were two distinct camps of thought on how the men wanted to spend their time. Most did little more than strip down to the bare essentials and fall into the bed, resigned to live a while longer with the mud and sweat that covered their bodies. The raucous calls of howler monkeys in the trees above and the screeching rainforest birds did little to distract them; they took the rest allowed to them, although most of the commandos kept their guns and knives close at hand. The minority group however, despite being just as tired as the rest of the men, hit the showers to wash as much of the grime away as possible in the tepid water before they got their hard-earned shut-eye. The shower facilities were primitive but functional, and afforded little privacy. Showerheads lined the far wall with only a small partition separating it from the two sinks. Everything was tiled, all the way up to the ceiling, but several tiles were missing at random spots along the wall. The ceiling, the only area not tiled, had paint peeling and dark spots of mold in places but looked sturdy enough not to come crashing down. The shower water streaming down Carson's back had grown cool when Jones entered the bathroom. He stepped up to a vacant shower head near Carson and turned it on, tilting his head up into the tepid water. Carson waited a moment then slanted his comrade a weighted look; Jones hitched a single brow, a slow smile spreading across his face but otherwise doing nothing. They were not alone; two other men were also in the communal shower room, intent on washing away the jungle grime. There was little talk between the men as everyone was tired and wanted nothing more than to be clean and go to bed. They were due for a pick up tomorrow via helicopter for more of the same - training in a jungle environment - and the entire team was told they would need all the rest they could get. Fuck rest, Carson thought, snorting. He didn't intend to fall asleep too soon, and hoped Jones would join him in blowing off steam. His gaze slid back over to Jones, who was busy scrubbing at the jungle funk and war paint embedded in his skin with a sliver of bar soap. Everything about Jones was large, from his hands, to his muscles, to his cock lying dormant for the moment between his legs. The tallest man in the squad, he more than pulled his weight literally and figuratively in almost all activities and wasn't afraid to get down and dirty if the situation called for it. He had proven necessary with their training the last several days as he had singlehandedly carried one of their guys who had broken a leg in a mountain fall to the extraction point, along with the man's gear and weapons. The incident was the reason they had been allowed to come to this jungle Ritz, forced to curtail their training exercises early. Depending on who you asked, Carson and Jones were either best friends or worst enemies. Both men were opposites, with Carson being as small, wiry and loud as Jones was big, muscular and quiet. They hadn’t always gotten along - Carson’s wiseass attitude made it easy to alienate people and he enjoyed goading Jones - but something changed when he'd walked in on the black man masturbating in his bunk. Jones had not been ashamed; he'd held Carson's eyes while continuing to stroke his member. If he had been expecting the blond Carson to walk away or get embarrassed he had been quickly corrected when Carson had joined in. That encounter had quickly led to much more passionate exchanges that resembled fights more than sex, each man seeking to dominate the other. Carson caught Jones's attention again when he brought the soap down to his partially hard cock, stroking the member under the guise of cleaning. Jones's eyes followed Carson's hands, watching their ministrations and Carson's growing erection. It was Carson's turn to be amused as he watched Jones's own cock begin to rise. Like what you see? Carson wondered silently, stifling a wicked smile. Neither man made any outward signs of their plans however as one by one the remaining men finished and left the bathroom, heading for bed. Carson and Jones stayed in the tepid showers listening to the noises fade, then turned off the shower heads. They looked at each other for a long moment, as if sizing up the competition, then collided in a furious clash of teeth, tongue and lips. The two men grappled, lips still locked, straining to get their bodies close while trying for the upper hand, as they moved away from the showers. Wet skin made it tough for each to get a decent hold of the other but it was Carson who still found himself forced against a cold sink. He ran his hands over Jones's bald head, fingers digging into the hard skin as he pulled the black man closer. Carson thrust a hand between them, pushing against the other man's sternum with enough force to keep them separated but not to drive Jones away. The sensation of their cocks, jumbled together between straining thighs, had both men arching into the contact. It was Jones who stepped back, giving the smaller man a piercing look. Carson glared back, a nasty gleam in his eyes that made Jones’ lips twitch into an almost-smile. He backed away from the smaller man, picking up his pack from a nearby bench and rummaging through it before pulling out a small wedge. Glancing at Carson, Jones moved to the entrance and shoved the wedge between the floor and the bottom of the door, effectively locking it from any unwanted visitors. They'd still hear if anyone tried to come inside but it would allow for some privacy. Not that what they each wanted would take long anyway. Jones stepped in close again but only ran his hands down Carson's torso, tracing the shadows and dips along the terrain. Carson grabbed one of the other man's hands, eyes never leaving Jones's as he lifted it to his mouth and sucked down a finger, flicking and rolling it with his tongue. All humor fled Jones's face, dark eyes suddenly intense, but as he reached for Carson the smaller man was ready; he grabbed Jones's arm and spun him around, swapping their positions so the larger man was wedged between the sink and the body behind him. Keeping one hand holding the dark man’s head near the faucet and the other locked around the dark arm pressed high up Jones's back, Carson began tracing the lines of the other man's back muscles and tribal tattoo with his tongue while gyrating his hips and cock along hard thighs. Jones quickly stilled but his body remained taut to take advantage of any opening, and Carson knew he didn't have much time. The black man tasted like sweat and wilderness, his body still wet from the shower. Maneuvering himself behind Jones, Carson pushed his straining cock between firm thighs, the leftover moisture allowing him access, until the tip nudged against the back of the other man's balls. Some of the stiffness went out of Jones's body as Carson repeated the action, sliding along inside the narrow gap. Not believing for a moment he had won, Carson kept a tight hold on the other man's arm as he began thrusting his hips, regular strokes at first then harder as time went on. The intensifying sensation of his cock rubbing inside the warm, moist channel between Jones's legs threatened Carson's concentration; his grip on the back of Jones's neck loosened somewhat so the bigger man could look up. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Carson should have seen what was coming next. Jones exploded from his bent position, driving Carson backwards a step; by the time he recovered, Jones already had him captured. Carson was pushed roughly against the wall next to the sink, held in position by an arm across his chest and a dark hand around his throat, secure but not constricting his breathing. They glared at one another for a couple seconds before Jones pushed the blond man down to his knees; Carson gave token resistance but complied. He had barely reached the floor when he took Jones's cock into his mouth, hands moving up to cup the balls. Above him Jones gasped and Carson's lips stretched into a smile as he bobbed his head, using his tongue to rub along the entire length. A grunt from above told Carson he was doing well: it was an unspoken rule that neither man allowed themselves to speak or make a sound during their times together. Carson pulled the larger man as deep in his throat as he could, digging his nails into the other man's butt and thighs. He allowed his teeth to run down the shaft very lightly, knowing this drove Jones nuts, before pulling him deep again and letting his throat work around the sensitive head. He thought he'd won this round when the hands on his shoulders went slack, but as he moved to bring down the larger man Jones crouched suddenly and grabbed Carson around the torso. Surprised by the move, he grappled with Jones but the larger man took him to the ground, easily pinning him against the cool tile floor. The two men were evenly matched in combat training so Jones, with his extra forty pounds of muscle, definitely had the upper hand. That didn't stop Carson from trying to free himself but it only served to amuse the man on top of him. After a few moments and several failed attempts to roll them over or break Jones's hold, Carson relented, glaring back up at his uncharacteristically smug comrade. What the fuck?! Carson stayed silent but seethed inside. Jones, for all his size and strength, rarely fought this hard against Carson; hell, the big man liked being fucked, up the ass got him off. Carson always made sure they both came and had no qualms about going down on the black man to get the job done. He had always taken a perverse pride in knowing he could best the larger man but now, laying flush against the tile in a far country, Jones studying him from above, Carson began to wonder if the other man had been holding himself back. Aw hell, he realized, watching the grin widen across the black man's face, he LET me think I was winning? Fucking bastard! Jones didn't seem in any hurry to take things further, content with studying Carson laid out beneath him. He leaned in low until they were face to face, his heavily muscled chest pressing against Carson's, then leaned in for a kiss. Carson began an assault but Jones merely backed away, then came in again to continue the kiss. It was gentler than anything they'd ever before done, and Carson lay immobile, not sure how to react. The hands on his arms never relented but Jones's kiss slid to Carson's jaw line and down his neck, teeth skimming the skin surface; he moved up to Carson's ear, nibbling and sucking, and Carson couldn't stop his body from arching at the sensation. What the fuck is he doing? 'Gentle' had never before been in their sexual vocabulary; their liaisons were quick and dirty, designed for getting off and nothing else. It had worked for months now, on and off, but never had either man allowed themselves the luxury of slow, or explored the other's body in any sensual fashion. Carson was confused - Why now? - but it was difficult to think with what the other man was doing with his lips and teeth. Jones mouth found Carson's again and this time Carson didn't fight, surrendering to the hottest kiss he'd yet experienced. Jones repositioned his body as he deepened his kiss with Carson, still pinning the smaller man to the cool tile but allowing for more body contact. If anyone were to get into the room now it would be difficult to explain their actions; gone was the wrestling for control that characterized their normal fucks. Jones wedged a knee between Carson's legs, prying them apart so he lay between them. Carson, for his part, didn't even realize when his arms were released; he ran his hands up the other man's arms, sliding them along the dark skin as he kissed and gyrated beneath the large man. Jones moved one of his free hands between their bodies around both their erections, and Carson gave a short gasp. Perhaps if he’d been less distracted he would have been annoyed at the triumph that flashed over Jones's face at the sound but Carson was too caught up in the sensations. It had been too long even since he'd last jerked off; there had been no relief once their squad had left the States, no time to themselves. Jones's hips were beginning to piston now against his hand, meeting Carson's jerky thrusts from the ground. Whatever gentle forces may have been at work for the brief moment were wearing off; they began grappling again, grabbing skin and arms and torso to press themselves closer, straining for the final goal. Jones, abandoning his dominating position atop Carson, moved down the blond man's body and enveloped the erection deep inside his mouth. Carson bucked upwards, scrabbling along the ground for purchase as he arched into Jones's mouth. The black man held onto Carson's hips, pinning them to the floor as he bobbed his head, sucking the other man's cock deep down his throat and using his tongue to drive the smaller man crazy. Only a few seconds of this had Carson so close to coming he could almost see it, but Jones had other ideas. He released Carson's cock and as the angry blond sat up Jones hugged the tanned body, turning Carson over onto his stomach. Quickly on his hands and knees, Carson knew he had more advantage at this angle but thoughts of fighting quickly left his mind as Jones's hand reached between their legs and again enveloped Carson's cock. Lips and teeth skimmed along Carson's back and the line of his buttocks as Jones buried his face between Carson's legs, sucking and pressing his tongue along the base of the other man's cock and balls. All the fight went out of Carson as he focused on the hand around his cock and the face between his legs. Jones ran his tongue back up the other man's buttocks, spending a moment around Carson's asshole, before he gave a gentle bite to one butt cheek and sat up on his knees. Carson's body tightened as one finger pushed up inside him in slow movements, then another. Jones meanwhile continued pumping Carson's cock, keeping the blond man straining into the other man's hand even as he was straining up against the fingers inside him. I'm about to be fucked by Jones. The thought pierced Carson's brains during one of his few lucid moments. He knew he had lost control; the need to come was more urgent than his brains warnings of what was about to happen. While he had been fucked by men before, this would be his first time with Jones, and the man was huge all over. But the hand around Carson's cock kept stealing away his sanity, leaving only the need behind, so even as he considered his options he could only think about how desperately he wanted to come, no matter the cost. Jones's deft fingers found something inside that made Carson jerk in surprise. Inserting a third finger and stretching the blond man to almost painful levels, Jones rubbed that same spot as Carson bucked and scratched at the tile, desperate for release. Get on with it you sadistic fuck, he thought, swallowing a low cry that desperately needed its freedom. As if Jones read his mind, one dark arm snaked around Carson's torso as at the same time something much larger than a finger pressed against the opening to his ass. Carson couldn't stop the faint whimper that escaped his lips as the large man pressed inside the tight opening, holding Carson steady as he rocked his hips, inching little by little between Carson's ass. The blond man took it, the stretching and the pain, with none of his normal fight: he needed to come too badly and if this was how he was to get there, so be it. He endured his body getting used to the large man, willing his muscles to relax until Jones, still moving slow, was all the way inside. He didn't do anything once he was to the hilt but allowed the blond man time to stretch and get used to the unfamiliar sensation. Jones reached around and began stroking Carson's dwindling erection, slowly getting the flagging member back to its former glory. The first time he moved Carson tensed up, but it was barely a rock of the hips and brought little pain. The second time Carson began to relax, but the third time the other man's cock hit that same something inside from earlier, causing Carson to gasp. Jones's hand continued stroke the blond man's cock as his hips began to piston, moving back and forth inside Carson in time with the movements of his hand around the man's cock. It didn't take long before Carson was alternately straining into both Jones’ hand and cock, the pressure building up once again to greater heights than before. A small pinch to the tip of his cock by Jones's fingers, the black man running his cock along the sensitive area inside at the same time, finally pushed Carson over the edge. He fell down onto his elbows, biting his knuckle to keep from crying out as he came onto the tile beneath him. He barely noticed at first as the lurch of Jones's hips and the heavy feeling inside him stopped as well until Jones gave a short groan and came himself, slamming himself one last time against Carson's ass. They stayed that way for several seconds, each quivering and shaking from the aftermath of the violent orgasms. Jones rested his forehead against the curved back of Carson, who had his head in his hands against the tile. Finally Jones pulled his spent member out of Carson, gave the blond man a kiss on the backbone, and sat down on the tile. Carson rolled from his bruised knees onto his backside, wincing briefly at the sudden discomfort before standing on his feet. He braced himself for a moment against the nearby sink, giving Jones a scrutinizing look for a moment before holding out a hand to help the other man to his feet. "Not to seem ungrateful for one of the best orgasms of my life," Carson said, eyes narrowing, "but what the fuck was with the lovey-dovey shit?" Jones grabbed his towel and began cleaning himself as he tossed the other to Carson, who snagged it out of the air but let it hang in his hand. He seemed to ignore the question as he gathered up his stuff, but finally Jones looked back at Carson. "I like you," he said, laying his towel on a nearby partition to dry as Carson looked askance at him. "I might like you too," Carson replied finally, then as the seemingly awkward moment stretched added sarcastically, "but you sure as hell won’t be meeting the parents anytime soon." The dark man just hitched a shoulder, a slow smile spreading at the belligerent expression on Carson's face. "I like you," he repeated, nodding and grinning broadly before turning to kick the makeshift door wedge away and head toward the bunk he'd been assigned. "What the hell's that even supposed to mean?" Carson called out, not caring who heard. Jones however merely disappeared around the corner, but Carson swore he heard a chuckle. Grumbling about assholes and funny men, Carson grabbed his clothes and gear and followed after the large man, desperate for answers to questions he didn't think he was ready to ask. -The End- About the Author: Sara Pierce always loved writing but adores sex and action scenes (preferably together). A long-time fanfiction writer, she especially loves bringing manly men together but is looking to branch out into a number of different erotic subgenres. Website: http://indierotica.blogspot.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/sarapiercewrite Amazon: http://www.amzn.com/Sara-Pierce/e/B005L9T4HU/ Taking Him by Force By Delilah Fawkes Copyright Delilah 2011. All rights reserved. “Let’s get this over with.” Brady ran his hands through his short dark hair. “I have a party to hit tonight.” Liz pushed her glasses up on her nose. “Brady, if you can’t pass chemistry, you won’t be eligible to play football. Just trust me, okay? You can do this.” Brady sighed, and settled back down on the edge of Liz’s bed. “Alright, fine, but make it quick. I could have a hot girl on my lap and a beer in my hand by now.” Liz hid her grin. Oh, you’ll have a great time tonight, Brady. Don’t you worry. Everything was in order for tonight; all the elements in place. It was just a matter of time before things went her way. “Open your text to page 139, and let’s talk about attraction.” “Huh?” “Electrons and protons, Brady. They attract one another due to their opposite charges. Simple enough to understand.” “I don’t follow, Liz. I’m not a geek like you.” Brady picked up her stuffed bear and fiddled with it. “Oh, Brady, I’d think someone like you knows all about attraction.” She grinned at him as he met her eyes. “Aren’t you a total ladies’ man?” He smirked at her, and her stomach did a flip. When his dimple showed like that, her mouth always went dry. He was so gorgeous, and soon he would be all hers. “You know it, girl.” “Then you can see how opposites would attract one another. Have you ever felt anything like that?” Brady leaned back on her pillows, still playing with her bear. “It’s weird that you asked that tonight.” “Why is that weird?” “I broke up with Jenni earlier this week. I’m just… I don’t know. Sick of it all. All these girls that are only into football players and cheerleading. They’re so…” “Boring?” Liz offered. “Yeah, exactly. They just do whatever I say, and fall all over me whenever I walk by. I want someone different. Someone who can take charge, you know? Be their own girl, and not just my girlfriend.” “I thought that about you.” Liz scooted closer to him. “You seem like a guy who likes a strong woman. Not just some dumb groupie.” Brady laughed at that. “Totally. Know where I can find someone like that?” He kept chuckling and shook his head. He doesn’t even see me. She tossed her choppy, blonde hair out of her face, then crossed to her chemistry set on the bureau. Soon, he’ll get his wish, though, and he’ll love every minute of it. “Want a drink while we study? My folks aren’t home, and I know how to jimmy open the liquor cabinet.” “Hell, yeah,” Brady said. “You’re alright, Liz. I’ll take whatever you’re having.” “Great.” She removed the vial she’d slipped into her pocket as she got the glasses out. One dose of her home made rohyphenol ought to dissolve nicely in her dad’s favorite scotch. Then, after a couple of hours, the fun could really begin. When she came back upstairs, Brady was sprawled out on her bed, staring at the textbook. “This is retarded. I have no fucking clue what I’m reading.” “You’ll get it. Here. The drink will help you relax, and your mind will be more open to learning new things.” He grunted in agreement, and downed the scotch in one swallow. Liz’s smile widened. He cocked his head to one side. “You’re actually kinda pretty when you smile. You’re usually so quiet, I never really noticed.” “Thanks, Brady. I get that a lot. The quiet part, that is.” She licked her lips, watching him carefully. “Seriously, though. Can you draw me a picture or something? No offense, but I don’t want to be here all night.” “No problem. Actually, let’s go over the diagrams on the next page.” After explaining the principles of attraction in two different ways, Brady was starting to catch on. He was also starting to slur his speech, and his lids were drooping. “I… whoa. Liz, what the fuck kind of scotch was zat? Damn…” “The kind with roofies in it, silly.” “Wha?” His eyes widened, and she pushed him back onto her pillows. “Don’t worry, Brady. I’m going to take really good care of you. Just you wait.” “But… no… I…” His eyes closed, and his muscles relaxed. Liz examined her handiwork. Now, the fun could begin. *** Brady’s head felt fuzzy. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling like he was waking up from a night of drinking. But had he gone to the party? The last thing he could remember was studying with Liz. Liz! There was a spark when he thought of her, like something wasn’t right. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. “Hi, Sleeping Beauty.” His head jerked up at the sound of Liz’s voice. “What… what’s happening?” “Shhh.” A finger pressed to his lips, and he jumped. He tried to sit up, but instantly fell back to the bed. His arms were tied to the bedposts on either side with what looked like climbing rope. His legs were also tied to the bottom posts. To his horror, he realized he was stark naked. “What the fuck?!” “Quiet, honey. You’re not going anywhere tonight, so you might as well relax.” Liz was leaning over him. Her glasses were off, and she was wearing only a tanktop and panties. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra—her nipples were hard, straining against the thin cotton. He felt a stir in his cock at the sight. This is too weird. Is she going to kill me or something? He’d heard about things like this. Femme fatales that killed men for their money. He only had a $20 in his pocket that he was saving for beer. He sincerely hoped that wasn’t enough cash to murder for. “What the hell are you doing, Liz? Is this some kind of joke? Cause if it is, I don’t get it.” “You were the one who said he liked a strong woman. I believe your words were ‘someone who could take charge.’ So, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” She grinned and sat beside him. “You’re in for a rough night, Brady. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. The ropes held fast. “What exactly are you going to do to me?” Please don’t say kill me. “Why, fuck you, dummy! Why do you think you’re naked? Tonight, you’re my bitch boy, and I’m going to make you come so hard your eyes will roll back up in your head. You’re gonna forget all about those other bimbos once you’ve had a taste of me.” He inhaled sharply. Was this crazy bitch serious? *** Liz stared down at her helpless quarterback and licked her lips. Mmm, the things she was going to do to him. The fear in his eyes just intensified her longing. She was wet already, but she wanted to take things slow. She’d waited so long to get him like this. “Now, just relax, and let me take control…” “No, wait! This is crazy, Liz!” “Is it?” She peeled her tank top off, and gasped as the cool air hit her nipples, making them harden even further. Brady’s pupils darkened as his eyes raked over her perky breasts and flat stomach. She ran her hands up her body, and cupped them. His cock was hardening beneath her gaze. It was thick and long, just as she’d always imagined it. So he likes what he sees, she thought. She grinned wickedly and pinched her pink nipples, making them pucker and harden even more. “Oh my God…” “Are you sure you want me to wait, Brady? Haven’t we waited long enough?” She reached out, running her hands up his muscled thighs, then back down, teasing him. “You’re mine tonight.” The light dusting of hair over his navel and pecs made her mouth water. “Liz…” He closed his mouth when she moved to join him on the bed, sitting in the space between his spread legs. His cock stood fully erect between them. She thought she saw the fear dissipating in his gaze. Can’t have that. “You’ll call me Mistress. I told you that you belong to me. You’re my little bitch. And if you want me to play with that dirty little cock of yours, you’d better mind what I say. Understand?” She reached up and scratched her nails down his chest. His cock bumped against her stomach, and Brady groaned. “What the hell… I’m not calling you Mistress, Liz. You’re my lab partner, for God’s sak—OW!” Her slap caught him square on the face. “I don’t think so, bitch boy. Say it, or you’ll never have any fun. Who knows? Your balls might get so blue that they’ll fall off. I can make your life hell, if you make me.” She leaned down and brushed her breasts over his thick erection, making sure he felt the points of her nipples dragging over his sensitive flesh. He moaned. “Oh God. Oh, Liz. I mean, M… Mistress.” “That’s a good boy,” she breathed. She leaned down and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. “You get rewarded for good behavior.” Brady’s body jerked, and he bit his lip. His eyes were locked on her breasts, roaming over her delicious, tight curves. “Uh. I still think you’re craz--” Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and he gasped. She lowered down, sucking his length in, all the way down to his balls. He was thick and hard to take, but this wasn’t her first rodeo. She released him with a pop. Brady was breathing heavily when she looked up. She could smell his sweat mingling with the musk of his deodorant. She ran her tongue over his balls, laving the skin greedily. He moved beneath her, his thighs clenching as she suckled on him. “Now, I’m going to use you like the little bitch you are. Are you ready to please your Mistress, or do I have to punish you?” “W-what did you have in mind?” Brady’s eyes were wide, and she could feel his hesitation. His cock glistened with her saliva. “You’re going to please me with your mouth, and if you’re lucky… I might come all over that pretty face of yours.” She pinched his cheek and made a kissy face. She hopped off the bed, and slowly wiggled out of her pink panties, moving her legs sensually. His gaze followed her every move, the movement of his eyes like a caress down her slender curves. She brought her panties up to Brady’s face and rubbed them over his nose. His head jerked back in surprise. “Get used to the smell of me, little boy. I’m going to use you as often as I like, and you’re going to love every minute of my tight little cunt pressed onto your face.” Brady inhaled involuntarily, then let out a shuddering breath. His eyes met hers. She lowered down and kissed him tenderly. Her tongue ran over his bottom lip, and he moaned. “That’s right, baby. That’s right.” She kissed him again and twisted his nipple hard. “Ahh! What the f—“ “Uh, uh uh. You don’t speak that way to your Mistress, do you?” Her fingers wrapped around his balls and squeezed firmly. “I might just be displeased and do something we’d both regret.” Her grip tightened just enough to make a bead of sweat roll down his temple. “No, Mistress… please…” “Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. Good boy.” Liz climbed up his body and positioned her pussy over Brady’s face. She gripped the headboard and lowered herself onto him. “Lick me, Brady. Taste me.” Instantly, his tongue reached out, tasting her folds. She was so wet, so horny just from having him there, like this; totally helpless to her every whim. She pressed into his touch, relishing the feel of his lips closing over her clit and sucking. God, he was good. “That’s right, bitch. Bring me off with your mouth.” He ran his tongue down her lower lips, making her shiver. She was already so close, so incredibly close. She pinched her nipple with one hand, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his attentions. She reached back and grabbed his hard cock, pumping gently up and down. Beneath her, she heard his muffled moan, the vibrations causing her pleasure to build faster in her core. “Yeah! Faster, bitch. Right there!” She squirmed on his face, pushing onto him. He was licking exactly the right spot, making her pussy heat like wildfire. She was so wet. She knew her juices were running down his cheeks and into his mouth. The thought pushed her right up to the edge. His tongue probed into her tight hole, and she toppled over it, her pussy clenching around him as she came. “Yes! Oh, God!” She rode his face, grinding into him as her muscles twitched and pleasure crashed over her in wave over wave. She sat back on his chest and stared down at him, panting. “Good job, little boy. Looks like you can do one thing right after all.” She reached down and gave his balls another squeeze. “Can you fuck as well as you give oral? I wonder.” His face was slick with her cum. He nodded and bit his lip again. “I can please you, Mistress.” His eyes roamed down her nipples, erect and angry from her pinches, and settled on the slick pink of her pussy peeking out between her thighs. “Ooh, you learn so fast, too.” She ran her hands through his hair, and down to his throat. She squeezed it and brought her face close to his. “You’re going to fuck my ass, bitch boy, and you’re going to make it good. Otherwise,” she bit his lip, “it’ll be your ass. Understand?” “Yes, Mistress!” His face was a perfect cross between lust and anxiety. She gave him a soft slap for good measure. “Good.” She removed the lube from her side table and massaged the cold jelly onto his cock. He yelped at the temperature, and she pinched his nipple until he shut his goddamn mouth. She lubed a finger and worked it slowly into her pucker, pushing it in, then moving it in small strokes, getting herself warmed and ready to take him. His eyes were glued to her, and he licked his lips eagerly. She turned around so he could get a better view, the round globes of her ass perfectly displayed. “You don’t come until I tell you, bitch. If you come in my tight ass before I’m done with you, I’ll beat you bloody. Don’t think I won’t, either! You can be replaced as easily as I take out the trash, you hear me?” She turned around, gripping him by the throat again. “Yes, Mistress. I understand. I’ll…” he eyed her body hungrily, “I’ll try not to come until you tell me.” She squeezed his balls until he cried out. “You’ll DO what I TELL you to do! No excuses!” Her palm came down on his cheek again with a snap. Tears sprung to his eyes, but he nodded. His cock twitched next to her. He’s into this as much as I am, she thought. She planted a kiss on the hollow of his throat, scraping her teeth across his jugular. He shivered beneath her. “Good boy.” She positioned herself over his cock and guided it carefully to her asshole. She slowly lowered herself, feeling the pressure as the fat head of his cock bumped up against her entrance. One sharp downward push, and she opened to him, sliding down onto his cock. There was a slight pain as she adjusted to his girth, and it was her turn to shiver. She loved the feeling of a big cock in her ass. There was nothing quite like it. The pleasure mingling with the knife’s edge of pain was something she cherished. Brady groaned beneath her and thrust his hips up, lifting her body with the motion. She moaned and scratched her nails down his chest again, loving the red lines that sprung up on his tan skin. She began to move up and down, gyrating her hips back and forth on his cock, wanting to feel him as deeply as possible. He shut his eyes and arched his back, pushing up into her. She put her hands on his chest and slid his cock in and out of her, first slowly, then harder, faster. His cock filling her made her pussy ignite again. She rode him hard, slamming her ass down until he was balls deep over and over, loving the feeling of him stretching her. Pleasure was spiraling up in her again, and by the way he was screwing up his eyes, she knew Brady was barely holding on. “Don’t come, you fucker! I swear to God, I will fist your ass if you don’t last for me.” Beneath her, the quarterback opened her eyes and grunted. “Let me… touch you…” he gasped, between thrusts. Her clit burned with anticipation, and she reached up and undid the knot on his right hand, freeing it. “Do it.” He reached down between them and thumbed her swollen clit. She called out his name, pumping her tight ring faster and faster, up and down his cock. Heat filled her belly, and her thighs trembled as she neared that plateau again. The feeling of his cock pounding into her with every thrust of his hips combined with his hand expertly fluttering over her bud brought her to the top again. She ground against him, holding herself still on his cock as she chased her orgasm. Brady thrust his hips up and at the same time pinched her nipple, hard. She threw her head back and screamed, coming in spasms on his cock, milking him with each wave. “Come, bitch!” she yelled. He thrust inside of her once, twice more, then grunted as he came deep inside her ass. She felt his cock twitching in her as her pussy clenched, riding her pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest, panting. After a minute, his free arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. The intimacy of the act surprised her, and she relaxed onto his chest. Soon, he was soft inside her, and she rolled off onto her side. She untied his other wrist and let him sit up. “Are… are you mad at me?” She looked at her hands in her lap, not wanting to meet his eyes now that the fantasy was over. He leaned down and untied his ankles before answering. “Truthfully, Liz?” “Yeah.” She looked up and met his piercing gaze. He reached out and touched her face. “It was exactly what I wanted. I just never… I never knew it could be like that.” He kissed her tenderly. “You scared me.” “I’m sorry about that.” “Don’t be. I liked it.” It was his turn to look down. “Could I, uh. Could I see you again sometime soon?” A slow grin slid over her face. “Well, of course. You’re my property aren’t you, bitch boy?” He smiled back. “I guess I am.” She pushed him back on the bed and kissed him hard. His cock stirred beneath her, and she giggled. It was going to be a long night. -The End- If you enjoyed this story, you’ll like Getting Off by the same author. About the Author: A fomer kindergarten teacher, turned raunchy smut slinger, Delilah Fawkes delights in bringing you only the naughtiest of stories for your reading pleasure. From schoolgirls getting spanked, to people literally getting tied up at the office, she loves bringing the hottest stories straight to your kindle. 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