She Wants It Rough

by Meegan Melons

  “Now—your job as a valet, do you like it?” He says finally, after the two waiters are coming to clear the table.

  “It pays the bills…” I say, pretending to be uninterested in our conversation.

  “Listen—Claire, is it?” I continue sipping my large glass of wine, fixating my attention on the cream colored wall in front me. “I have something of a proposition for you…”

  “A prop—“ I try to say, but he waves a hand in the air to silence me.

  “Interrupt me again and you’ll never get to hear it.”

  What an asshole. As much as I want to just get up and leave right now, Mr. Stone has me slightly intrigued. Growing up in the ghetto, my mom was never around. But I’m smart enough to know that if a billionaire is offering you something, you listen.

  “You have something I… desire…”

  “D—Desire?” Fuck, I’m stuttering again. The look on his face when I interrupt him again is one of total annoyance. What is it about this guy that makes me so anxious? I’m constantly around so many powerful men, but something about Mr. Stone is just so… different.

  “It’s a rare thing…” Mr. Stone pauses a moment to sip his wine with the air of a true high-class gentleman. It’s obvious that he has grown up rich. I wonder what that’s like, going your whole life never having to wonder about money. The sound of the polished glass against the dining table breaks the silence before he starts again.

  “A rare thing that I find myself in the presence of such elegant beauty,” he says.

  If he was anyone else, I wouldn’t have let it go to my head. But something about the sincerity in his eyes makes me want to believe every word. Keeping his eyes fixed and unblinking, he continues,

  “The truth of the matter is that I… desire you.” The words seem to echo across the suite. He wants me?

  Mr. Stone folds his hands in front of him, and the waiter standing by reacts immediately to refill his wine.

  “This is my proposition,” he says, tilting his head down slightly and taking a more serious posture. “You will accompany me to the bedroom and give me a child.”

  Why does his proposition sound a lot more like a demand?

  “Mr. Stone?” My voice is trembling.

  “I’m not finished,” he says, “Do this for me, Claire, and your days as a valet girl are over.”

  I am completely taken aback—yet, desire burns between my thighs at his words.

  “No more servicing people like me for mere scraps. Because you’ll be one of them. Money is no object for me. Any desire you have, consider it fulfilled.” He reaches for his glass, casually swirling the dark red liquid between two fingers at the top of the stem. He raises one eyebrow and says, “Are my terms agreeable?”

  What woman in her right mind could turn down such an offer? I’d have a dozen kids with Mr. Stone to live the freedom that comes with that kind of money.

  “Y—yes,” I squeak, lip trembling. My knees sway restlessly beneath the table; my panties are dripping at the thought of Mr. Stone entering me, filling me with his warm seed and granting me a life of luxury.

  “Yes, what?”

  “It is agreeable.”

  And with that, Mr. Stone nods to yet another man dressed in black standing in the doorway and gets up from his seat. He adjusts his necktie and straightens his jacket before turning away from to exit the dining room.

  The bodyguard marches over to me, extends a hand, saying, “Mr. Stone would like me to show you to his bedroom.”

  ******

  “Mr. Stone would like you to enter… undressed,” says the bodyguard when we arrive at the bedroom door. I’m not sure how to react, so I just continue staring, unblinking, until he turns away from me, saying, “Mr. Stone doesn’t like to be kept waiting…”

  Did he really want me to get naked right here in the middle of the hallway?

  “Just leave your garments on the floor and I will collect them after you,” he says, sounding impatient. Well, shit. I mustn’t keep Mr. Stone waiting.

  The black tube dress slips off easier than it had gone on. I step out of it and unclasp my bra, letting it fall and land across the toes of my heels. My black lace panties slip along my silky legs as I’m bent over, offering a perfect view of my bare ass to anyone behind me.

  “Leave the heels on,” the man barks. “And the necklace.”

  And with that, I step out of the mess of clothes on the floor, turn the handle, and enter the darkness in nothing but come-fuck-me pumps. If this were for anybody other than Mr. Stone, I would consider myself a genuine slut.

  The air smells subtly of musk and fire. Flickering candlelight illuminates my pale, bare skin and perky tits.

  My eyes work to make out the dark shapes of the room. The only thing I can recognize is the king size bed topped with satin sheets that seem to glow in the dim light.

  Where is Mr. Stone?

  “Get on your knees,” says a commanding voice from the corner, and I feel compelled to obey. I get down, slowly, letting my knees settle into the soft carpet as a figure approaches from the side.

  And then Mr. Stone is standing over me. The rippling muscles of his perfect body seem to flex and bulge in the dancing candlelight. His torso appears to be cut from marble, masterfully carved to showcase every masculine feature.

  Droplets of sweat pool between the crevices of his six-pack as my eyes lead themselves, down, down…

  His massive cock stands erect before me, teeming with all the virility I’d expect from a man of his stature. The girth and size of him stirs a kind of sudden excitement—I want to pounce Mr. Stone, wrap my legs tight around the bulk of his waist and ride him until he relinquishes his seed inside me.

  I stare up Mr. Stone, lips of crimson trembling at the enormity of him. I feel so small, so weak… I am powerless.

  “Suck.”

  The words echo in the dark. My body moves on its own. What choice do I have but to obey?

  One hand moves to cup his ball sac as the other wraps loose fingers around the shaft. His pulse beats in my hand as I gently guide his cock, bringing the tip to my mouth.

  My soft, wet lips part and wrap themselves around the head. I take special care to cover my teeth as my head lowers itself slowly, effortlessly.

  The flat of my tongue slips along Mr. Stone’s cock as I make my way down, drooling bits of saliva that roll down the shaft, all the way down to the hand massaging his balls.

  “Mm—mmmm…” I moan at the taste of him, stroking his cock and lowering my head down farther, deeper…

  My tongue curls around the neck, licking and teasing him while my hands work his whole dick. I tickle his scrotum, stuffing my mouth full, forcing him down, and down…

  Then the head collides with the back of my throat and I fight to suppress the gag reflex. Spurts of thick saliva trickle over his cock as I retch and choke at the sheer size of him.

  But I am determined to get him all the way down…

  Dark tears of mascara roll down my flushed cheeks when his giant dick pushes past my tongue and enters my esophagus. I gag some more, but hold him there, squeezing his girth in the tightness of my throat.

  “A—Agh!” Mr. Stone groans, throwing one hand on top of my head and gripping my hair tight.

  I suck and slurp and stroke the length of his cock with my whole throat, pushing deeper, trying desperately to ignore the pain and the urge to breathe.

  The tip of my nose grazes the bulge of his hard abdomen. I’m so close…

  Mr. Stone’s grip on my hair tightens and his head tilts back. I slobber and slurp along his whole dick, now lodged in the depths very depths of my throat. I tense every muscle in my neck, fighting every urge and impulse to eject him.

  I place a gentle hand on top of Mr. Stone’s clenched fist around a clump of hair, looking up at him through watering, blood shot eyes.

  “Push…” I say through gargled words, nodding slightly. I apply a bit of pressure to the back of his hand, encouraging Mr. Stone to shove m
e down onto his cock.

  And with that, Mr. Stone grips clamps tight around my skull, pushing me down the rest of the way.

  My nose squishes with his abdomen and my airways are completely cut off. My tongue laps at his ball sac, drooling and licking as I play with them in my palm.

  My head bobs up and down at the force of Mr. Stone’s whim, pulling me up along his shaft by the hair up to the head, then plunging me back down until my lips are wrapped around the base.

  I choke and gargle his entire length, sucking and squeezing every inch of him, pleasuring him to the very best of my ability. Then I feel the slightest twitch at the very back of my throat and I know he must be getting close.

  “Ungh!” He reels, lifting me by the chin with both hands to throw me off his stiff dick just to stop himself from cumming right then in my mouth.

  Thick strands of spit cling to his cock as my throat relinquishes him. Beads of precum dribble from the head as Mr. Stone winces, barely able to contain himself.

  Free to breathe at last, gasping for air, I can’t help but giggle at the though of him losing his control like that. Perhaps this is his first time getting a blowjob from a real woman.

  “You think that was funny, do you?” He asks, scowling down at me. The look on his face is enough to get snap up straight.

  “I—I’m sorry—I just—“

  “Stand up,” he says, and I do so immediately. As I rise, my breasts are wet, gleaming in a mess of saliva and dribbling precum. I wobble a bit upon standing, forgetting that I’m still wearing heels.

  “Turn around.” His voice is cold and callous. I study him a brief moment, wondering what he is planning. But I don’t dare spend more than a second before complying with his wish.

  With my back turned, I feel a warm hand sliding along my sides, rolling over my curves, from the top of my ribcage down the small of my back. He pauses a moment when his palm reaches the top of my ass.

  “Bend over.”

  I twist my neck to peek over my shoulder, timid and hesitant.

  “Did I say you could turn around? Bend over. Now.”

  And I do as commanded, once again. The heat of his palm caresses my round ass, slipping between my cheeks and brushing against my thighs. His hand lifts a moment, then—

  SMACK!

  I stagger at the force of his hand landing square against my ass and yelp. Did Mr. Stone just… spank me?

  SMACK!

  Another blow lands hard against the other cheek and I wince at the pain.

  SMACK!

  “Ungh!” My body writhes and I moan loud and long. My blond hair falls over my face, my legs shudder at the moist heat between my thighs.

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  I fill the room with ecstatic wails, writhing, accepting my punishment. My pussy quivers and melts with every blow. Wet juices gush between my legs. Despite the intense, stinging pain, I find myself only wanting more…

  But then Mr. Stone stops. He grips hard on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart with violent force.

  “I don’t fucking believe it,” he says, tracing an index finger between my slick folds, “you’re fucking wet! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  My head droops and my eyes are covered by wet hair that clings to the sweat of my face.

  “Answer me!” He yells, digging deeper into my ass cheeks with his fingertips and shaking.

  “I—“

  “You’re just a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you?”

  “Mr.—St—“

  “Admit it!” Another rough spank lands against my stinging red ass, the hardest one yet. “You’re just a dirty fucking slut! Say it!”

  “I’m…”

  SMACK!

  “I’m just a s—slu—“

  SMACK!

  “Now!”

  “Okay, okay!” I huff and wince, nearly collapsing from his blows against my battered ass. “I’m just a dirty, filthy slut, and I fucking like it, okay?”

  A stream of sweat rolls along my spine and pools above my ass as I lift myself up.

  Then Mr. Stone grabs hold of me by the waist, carries me over to the bed and tosses me face first. My naked body slips on the smooth satin as he pulls me back by the angles, splitting my legs wide apart.

  And then I feel it. The girth of him spreading apart my wet entrance, and my lips giving way to his enormous cock. His size parts my tight walls as he enters me and my hips jolt. My ass slams against his pelvis and he holds me there by the waist.

  My slick fluids coat the length of his cock, lubricating his way into the very depths of me. Mr. Stone grunts and squeezes my sides. I contract the muscles of my core and he huffs and groans, feeling my tightness around his stiff dick.

  My legs quake beneath me, barely able to hold me up. My lungs fill with moans of ecstasy between quick and shallow breaths. Mr. Stone impales me, slowly, nearly splitting me in half with the magnitude of his cock. I want to scream, but bite down hard on my lower lip instead.

  Then my eyes go wide and my back arches reflexively when his dick bottoms out at my cervix. I can’t contain myself any longer.

  “Unnngh!” I moan, wildly bucking my ass against him. “Yes! Fuck me!”

  Mr. Stone grunts and groans, using my waist as leverage to thrust himself inside me, again and again. The rock hard muscles of his abdomen pummel and beat against my perfect ebony ass. Wet juices flow between my thighs and wet his trimmed pubes as my pussy devours every last centimeter of cock.

  “Yes! I—I want it!” I scream, feeling the tingling ecstasy coursing through every nerve with each fucking motion. I work his cock like an expert whore, coaxing his cock to empty its load deep inside me. “Give it to me! Cum inside me, Mr. Stone!”

  And then every muscle in my back goes tense when I feel the subtle twitch of his dick against my cervix.

  “F—fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!” He groans, yanking me hard against his pelvis and holding me there in a vice grip.

  A deep and powerful energy begins to swell inside my core, rising up and expanding out to my extremities. My whole body shudders and my knees buckle. He continues his relentless pounding, fucking me senseless as my torso droops, gone limp from sensory overload.

  My tight pussy wrings itself around Mr. Stone’s hard cock, coaxing him to cum until he finally resigns himself to ejaculation.

  My deep moans echo as the flood of warm spunk fills my uterus. Our bodies spasm together as we climax, lost in euphoric tremors.

  Mr. Stone’s torso slips on the sweat of my ass while jets of sperm fill my insides. My pussy explodes in a fit of orgasmic quivering, tightening itself along his whole length. Again and again, his cock empties its massive load in spurts of warm, thick cum.

  And at last, when my pussy has milked every last drop of semen from him, we collapse together in a mess of sweat and fluids.

  And as the intensity of the orgasm subsides into a relaxing afterglow, only one thought occupies my mind: what kind of car do I want to buy first?

  ALL FILLED UP

  "I said... can you come pick me up?" I'm trying to yell over the techno music that's blasting downstairs. The deep bass is booming and causing the bathroom walls around me to vibrate and hum.

  I'm at a college house party, and my best friend Christa just ditched me and left with a couple spiky haired douchebags. Both of them had bleached hair tips and looked like they were straight out of the nineties, but Christa will fuck anyone when she gets drunk.

  "Look, I have to get out of here." I'm sitting on the toilet, taking a leak while plugging a finger in one ear and holding the phone up to the other. I really hate parties like this, but Christa always forces me to go.

  All the guys here are so immature and dumb. I always get hit on all night by a bunch of nasty guys who just see me as an object, just another slut like the rest of the girls here.

  "Pretty please? I'm... not feeling too well." I try to sound drunker than I actually am. The truth is, I just want Chri
sta's dad to come get me so I can fuck him.

  I guess she forgot that I was holding her phone for her, because she never asked for it before leaving. But that didn't bother me, because now I had her dad's number.

  The truth is, I have been saving myself for Mr. Pearce for a long time now. Sure, I've given out a few blowjobs since I started college last Fall, and I'm pretty good at it too, but nothing more than that.