Authors: Violet Blue
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Anthologies (Multiple Authors), #Erotica, #Romance, #Contemporary
Sweet Danger (14 page)
I don’t even try to answer, since he already knows what I would say; all I can feel is Hal’s cock pushing its way down my throat, his hand in my hair guiding me up and down. His cock is huge, long and thick, almost too thick for me to swallow. But I’ve had a lot of practice, and I manage to take his cock down my throat, my gag reflex ruined by all the alcohol. The stairwell spins around me as I bob up and down on his cock, moaning softly, feeling my cunt wet.
He’s going to fuck me
, I think.
He’s going to fuck me in my cunt.
He’s going to fuck me
, I think.
He’s going to fuck me in my cunt.
And then he’s going to fuck me in the ass.
Hal pulls me off his cock, turns my head up toward him. I can feel the strings of drool running down my chin.
“You want my come down your throat, Erica?”
“Please…” I gasp, my mouth open wide, sticky spit glistening between my mouth and Hal’s cock.
“You want it? You want to eat my come?”
“Please fuck me,” I gasp. “Please…”
“You want me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?” he growls.
“Fuck me…in…the…”
“What?”
I finally manage to choke it out. “Fuck me in the ass,” I whimper, and tears fill my eyes. Hal chuckles and shoves me down onto my hands and knees. I stay there doggie-style while he reaches down and yanks my skirt up.
“You’re still wearing your clothes,” he tells me. “Underwear and all. Strip everything off.”
My hands shaking, I begin to wriggle out of my dress. It comes off over my head, and I push it into a ball in the corner of the stairwell. Hal unhitches my bra and it falls forward, revealing my breasts.
“Panties, too,” says Hal. “But not the stockings. Or the shoes.”
The panties are under the garter belt; as I obediently begin to pull them down, Hal realizes this and I hear the click of his pocket knife. He slits the thin strings of my thong and pulls the soaked, ruined garment out from between my legs.
Still standing over me, he gets his hands between my thighs and forces my legs wide apart. His hand on my pussy makes me gasp, and he knows in an instant just how wet I am for his cock.
That’s when I hear the fire door opening overhead, half a flight up. I look up and see the busboy—the one who couldn’t stop refilling my water. He looks at me, shocked—not knowing what to think.
“Just what you need, Erica,” says Hal. “Another cock to fill you. Get down here.” He says something in Spanish, and I see the busboy smile as he comes down the stairs toward me.
Oh, god. It’s happening.
He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock as Hal takes his place behind me. Hal’s cock nudges open my lips, making me shudder as he pushes his cock, still wet with my spittle, against my clit. I almost come right then, but I’m distracted by the feel of the busboy’s hand tangled in my hair. He lifts my face onto his cock and forces my lips around the head.
I start to suck it, obediently accepting every inch of the shaft until it forces its way into my throat. Fucked wide by Hal’s cock, my throat opens for the busboy, and he starts to fuck my face roughly as Hal positions his cock at my entrance.
Then Hal drives into me fiercely, quickly—not caring if he’s going too fast. He shoves his cock in until the head strikes my cervix, and I utter a grunt deep in my throat. But the busboy’s cock keeps me from screaming, or even moaning. Hal begins to fuck me.
As his cock slides into my aching pussy, I feel his thumb nuzzling between my cheeks. He pushes it in and I tense as he violates my asshole. But the busboy won’t let me up; he’s gripping my hair tight, forcing me up and down on his cock. Forcing me to suck him. Hal works his thumb deep into my ass and draws it around in big circles, opening me up for his cock.
He’s going to fuck me in the ass
, I keep thinking, trying to prepare myself for the invasion of his cock. It’s big, and I don’t know if I can take it.
He’s going to fuck me in the ass
, I keep thinking, trying to prepare myself for the invasion of his cock. It’s big, and I don’t know if I can take it.
The terror rushes through me as Hal slides his cock out of my sopping pussy and presses it between my cheeks. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t wait to see if I’m ready for him. He just shoves it into my ass, and a big strangled yelp bursts from my lungs, stopped dead by the thickness of the busboy’s cock filling my throat.
There’s a moment of pain as his cock violates my asshole; then the pleasure starts to flow through me. You’ve ruined me. You’ve planned all this to hurt me, to humiliate me. You know I come whenever you fuck my ass. You know I come easier from being fucked in the ass than from anything else.
You know I’m going to come on Hal’s cock.
The busboy fucks faster into my throat, using my face. I open wide for him, feeling my orgasm thundering toward me as Hal uses my ass. I come just an instant before he does, and he knows—I can tell he knows—even though I can’t make a peep, forced quiet by the busboy’s cock. Once I’ve let myself go, feeling the pleasure explode through me, there’s only a moment of soaring on my orgasm before Hal comes too, his hot come filling my ass, stinging it. And then the busboy pulls out, grabs my face, forces my mouth open wide with one hand and grabs my hand with the other. He wraps my fingers around his cock and I obediently start to stroke. “Stick out your tongue, bitch.” When the first stream hits the back of my throat I moan and open wide for it; more streams follow, hot jism filling my mouth, splashing across my cheeks, covering my chin.
I slump forward on my hands and knees, my breath coming in huge panting sobs. Hal pulls out of my ass and zips up. The busboy also tucks his cock away.
“I don’t think your boyfriend will want you back now,” Hal says contemptuously as he mounts the stairs. The busboy follows him. Hal pauses outside the fire door. I look over my shoulder at him, still spread on hands and knees, my ass leaking come and my face covered with it, my pussy still aching from my intense orgasm.
“You forgot this in the bar,” he says, and tosses the key card at me. It hits the landing with a snap. “Though I bet your boyfriend’s already changed the lock.”
Hal and the busboy disappear through the fire door, letting it slam behind them.
I pick myself up, limbs shaking, head still spinning from all the alcohol. I can’t find my bra, and my panties are nothing but ruined, stripped fabric. I wriggle into my tiny dress, well aware that without a bra it shows my tits to anyone who will look. I don’t even bother to wipe the come off my face, or try to dab it off my spread cheeks. I just let it run down the backs of my thighs as I sway down the stairs looking for the right floor. I can barely walk after all those drinks and the rough treatment Hal forced on me. I bend over and take off my high-heeled shoes and walk down flight after flight wearing nothing on my feet but my shredded, ruined stockings, great holes ripped in the knees where I genuflected before first Hal’s cock, then the busboy’s.
I look like a well-used whore.
I finally make it to the right floor, stumble through the fire door. No one is in the hallway, thank god. I find the right hotel room and put the key in the door. The light flashes red at first, then red again, and I feel a wave of panic. You’ve abandoned me.
The third time, the light goes green and I push the door open, fall into the hotel room.
You catch me in your arms, pulling me into darkness. You carry me over to the bed, but before you can lay me down I’m on my knees again, feeling the plush hotel carpet against my now bare knees. You’re wearing only an expensive complimentary bathrobe and I’ve got it open in an instant, your cock in my mouth, my lips gliding hungrily up and down the shaft as you caress the back of my head.
“It looks like Steve treated you right.”
It was filled with surprises, this night. Not the general facts, but the specifics. The details tipped me off before we even got to the restaurant. The three lubricating suppositories you told me to put in my ass before we went out. The fact that “Hal,” or Steve, as I knew him when we played together, had grayed his normally black hair and put on a suit. The fact that the restaurant you took me to was the one where Mark worked as a busboy, having earned the indulgence of his manager just enough to slip away for a quick scene in the stairwell.
It was risky, to be sure. Mark could have lost his job. Who knows; if someone had happened along at the wrong instant, they both might have been arrested for rape—though there would be little chance of my pressing charges, since it was all my idea. Since I begged for it, begged you to set this up, begged you to make sure everything went perfectly. And it did.
It was risky, but so worth it.
I tell you that with every stroke of my mouth on your cock, every little whimper I give as I suck you.
“Thank you, baby,” I sigh, my lips sliding off your cock. “Thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it,” you tell me, and seize my head roughly, twisting my hair in your hand.
House Rules
SARA DEMUCI
“Come on,” Michael said, loud into my ear so I could hear him over the music. “You
can’t
pass this up!”
can’t
pass this up!”
And I didn’t want to. Michael and I had come to the fetish ball knowing there would be a cordoned-off play area; we’d even joked about the possibility that we might play in it. But I hadn’t expected it to be so crowded—every piece of equipment packed tight with players¸ and the bar behind the cordons crammed even tighter with spectators.
But Michael and I had found a place to sequester ourselves so we could watch this one beautiful mistress play with a gorgeous, muscled young stud as we swayed to the pounding trance beat. She’d had him bent over the spanking bench and was flogging his ass. I’d gotten quite wet watching them, and Michael had been behind me, cradling me in his arms, so I had been able to feel quite clearly that Michael was as turned on as I was.
Now, the mistress had finished with the young stud and sent him away.
And she was looking right at me and crooking her finger.
She was breathtaking—with a gorgeous, aquiline face; long dark hair and a slim body packed into a tight corset; G-string and high-heeled boots. She had a flogger in one hand and a paddle in the other, and she was unquestionably summoning me, though I couldn’t have heard her say a word.
Michael knows how much I love to be spanked, but I’d never been flogged before. My knees went weak as I looked at the mistress and made a “Me!?” sort of gesture. She gave me the most intense bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen, and I melted.
Michael pushed me gently toward her. I walked forward as if in a dream.
Then the mistress snapped her fingers and pointed right at Michael.
“Him, too,” she mouthed, her words shrouded by the music.
We passed the safety monitor and went into the cordoned-off play area. It was crowded, but the mistress had cleared a tidy space no one dared violate. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that we couldn’t negotiate if we couldn’t hear each other—and that turned me on even more. What was I walking into?
She had to bend forward and talk right into my ear, loud, to be heard over the music. “I’m Xenia,” she shouted.
“Lisa,” I told her.
Michael didn’t say a word.
“I’m going to play with you, Lisa,” shouted Mistress Xenia. “Do you like to be spanked? Flogged?”
“J—just spanked,” I shouted nervously.
She nodded, put her lips close to my ear. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I nodded back at her, my pussy feeling hot as Mistress Xenia ran her hands down my side, playing with the way my lace-trimmed PVC G-string met my garter belt. She spread her palm and drew it over my shimmering bustier, feeling my nipples poke through it.
She put her hand on my shoulder and moved me out of the way so she could lean over and talk into Michael’s ear. When she pulled away, Michael took hold of my shoulders and Mistress Xenia took my hand. They guided me toward the spanking bench, and I saw Mistress Xenia nod to someone, who brought over a chair.
Mistress Xenia pushed me down over the spanking bench while Michael took the chair.
Then he pushed my face into his lap and started to stroke my hair.
Mistress Xenia circled my wrists with buckling restraints and clipped them to the side of the spanking bench. Now I was helpless; I couldn’t get free if I wanted to. I struggled against the bonds, getting more and more turned on. I shivered as I felt Mistress Xenia’s hands running over my ass. She slapped the insides of my thighs and I obediently spread my legs, leaning heavily on the bench. I felt her bending down behind me, putting leather restraints around my ankles, too. She fastened my ankles spread wide, forcing me to keep my legs open for her.
The first blow came with her open hand, right on my sweet spot. She was pressed up to my side, embracing me tightly as she started to spank me. The nearness of her body made me tingle. She spanked me again. And again, softly, softly, then harder, building up pressure as I raised my ass into the air for her. She could tell I liked it—it was making me so wet. I love nothing more than being spanked, and I could feel the blows of Mistress Xenia’s hand reverberating right into my pussy.
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