Kelly Exposed

by Viktor Redreich

  I smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He turned his head and caught my lips with his. His tongue did sweet things to mine until we both ran out of breath and pulled apart.

  “Is it fate or probability?” I asked him. “How many taxi drivers are on this island?”

  He grinned and winked. “More than you might think. It’s really good to see you, Kelly. Mind if I drive slow so we can chat?”

  “I’d love that,” I said, truthfully.

  Phoenix took me a street down from the hotel I used to stay at. He parked and I paid him for the ride with a blowjob. He fingered me to a quick orgasm afterward. The pleasure quickly faded because of what I would be doing so shortly, but I hid that from him and gave him a big hug. “Thanks for the ride.”

  “It’s always a pleasure.” He chuckled. “I hope fate lets our paths cross again.”

  “Me, too,” I said.

  I stepped out onto the curb and waved at him. He lifted his hand in a wave and then drove off, out of my life forever.

  My chest ached as I watched him go. We would never see each other again. No amount of fate could allow our paths to cross. Even if they did, by some miracle, I wouldn’t greet him with a kiss or thank him with sex. That wasn’t who I would be for much longer. I sniffed and rubbed my face. Such a fucking shame. We could have been good friends.

  My heart clenched. Friends. I’d made so few of those in my life and now I was leaving them all behind. Blanche, sporty Priscilla, sweet Caroline, Simone with her gentle soul and tight pussy, friendly Carly, delectable Jamie …

  I turned away and marched to the hotel. The security guard with the small dick and short stamina rounded the corner at my approach. He spotted me and that goofy grin came to his lips. “Hey!” he called.

  I ignored him and headed into the lobby. A few tourists stood at the reception desk, and another couple took pictures in front of the tiered fountain. I barged past all of them and went straight to my old room.

  Alora opened the door before I could knock. She must have been waiting for me.

  “You look flustered,” she said, her smile suggestive.

  I shifted on my feet, unsure of what to say.

  Alora shrugged and waved me inside. “I packed up the things you left behind, but have a look around to make sure I didn’t miss anything.” She indicated the two bags on the floor near the door.

  I followed the movement of her hand with my eyes. Her nails were short and blunt, her fingers long. I knew from experience exactly how deep fingers of that length could reach inside me. I squirmed a little. Her skin was so warm and golden. Her arms gently muscled.

  I gave up even the façade of paying attention and stared at her. She wore a strappy top and short, tight pants, the seam of which pressed between her pussy lips. They were so large, and her mouth also had full lips. Her breasts filled out her shirt so well they seemed likely to pop out at any moment. A wave of heat traveled up my body and I rubbed my thighs together.

  I suddenly regretted not taking Alora up on her advances before. Lesbian sex was so tender and intense. Alora was so free with her body that a girl-on-girl connection with her would be explosive.

  I stood rooted, my mind arousing my body with images of what the two of us could do together. I thought of making a move but felt suddenly shy which surprised me because I thought Zion’s school had taken that out of me.

  Alora knew what I was like before I went to the school though.

  I pressed my lips together and turned my face away. It was too late. I’d never get the chance to have sex with her now.

  Alora pressed her body close to mine.

  My eyes widened, my breath quickening. “What are you doing?”

  “I’ve been having a little fantasy about you, Kelly,” she said slowly.

  “Really? What about?” My nipples hardened, the sensitive buds rubbing on my shirt material.

  Alora slid her finger up over my throat, lifting my chin. “I saw the way you responded when you walked in on me dominating Harvey, my visitor, last time you were here. That man loves getting pegged by dominant women. His wife would never understand. He’s a proper businessman. They have missionary once per week. Pitiful.”

  Is that what my life will be like one day?

  Alora brought her lips close to mine. “It’s an obsession for him, though. He needs it. He needs to think about it just to get hard. But memories fade with time. He visits me every few months. I fuck his ass rough and long, to last him through those pitiful screws with his wife.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” I demanded.

  “You have that same submissive streak in you.”

  “I’ve dominated tons of girls since I left here!” I cried.

  Alora chuckled and pressed her breasts to mine. “But you like pain, don’t you? So you’re a switch. You like it both ways. Give and take. I’d guess your preference is to be dominated by men and to dominate other women. Isn’t that right?”

  I hadn’t thought of it in those terms, but she was right. I craved a pounding by strong men but I would gladly take control of other women.

  “I want to fuck you. You know that. And I’m thinking about taking you by force. I’ll dominate you. I’ll make you cum against your will.”

  My face felt so flushed it had to be glowing red.

  Alora grabbed me and shoved me back onto one of the beds. I shrieked in surprise and stumbled back. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell down onto it. Alora tore off her clothes. When she lifted her top over her head, her large breasts dropped and swung.

  Before I could do anything, Alora leaped on top of me.

  I caught my breath. Being taken against my will sounded so terrible. My pussy started to get wet, dripping wet. I loved pain. Being forced would hurt so incredibly well.

  I was leaving this island, so I would allow myself to experience this before I went back to reality.

  I started to struggle, wriggling around beneath the other woman. My heart pounded. Alora pinned my hands down with one of hers and ripped the rest of my clothes away.

  “Fuck.” I gasped, pushing against her.

  “Fuck, yes,” Alora purred. “Fight me. Make it good for both of us because this is going to happen whether you want it or not. Enjoy yourself, you horny little bitch.”

  She clamped her lips on mine and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I gasped, the sound swallowed by her mouth, and tried to turn my head. She clamped her hands around my face and kept me in place as her tongue fucked even deeper. Her legs forced mine apart. She started thrusting her pussy mound on mine, our bodies meeting with wet slaps.

  Alora pulled back from the rough, biting kiss, panting.

  “Please, stop,” I begged. Tears pooled in my eyes. The roleplaying was beyond simply playing pretend. I didn’t want this. My body shouldn’t want this. I was confused, so I kept begging, pleading that we shouldn’t do this.

  “Not a chance in hell.” Alora lightly slapped my cheek. She got on her knees and climbed up so her pussy was over my face. “Lick me, you slut!”

  She lowered her pussy to my face, sealing my mouth so I couldn’t breathe. I made a soft sound of denial. Alora ground on my face even harder, shoving her lips into my mouth. I whimpered and gave in, sliding my tongue deep into her swollen pussy. I swirled my tongue around, stretching as far as I could extend to hit every inch of her inner walls. She moaned and bucked her hips, riding my face ruthlessly. I choked, hardly able to breathe. Her juices flooded in my mouth and I had to swallow them or drown. She tasted sweeter than honey, like the juice of all the tropical fruits combined.

  My pussy throbbed hard, desiring the same rough treatment as I was giving out.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me, you bitch!” Her hips jerked faster and faster. Her body shuddered, thighs clamping on my body.

  I squealed inside her and dragged my nails down her legs, still fighting, always fighting. My legs kicked as she bore down and fucked even harder.

  Her
pussy gripped my tongue as she came, squeezing so hard it was painful.

  I let go of her with one hand and reached between my legs.

  With her pussy still dripping from her release, Alora slid down my body and shoved her tongue into me. I pushed back against her forceful grip. She held me down with ease, so much stronger than me, and devoured me. She pulled on my pussy lips and bit them, and used her fingers to tug hard on my clit. My hips bucked. I grabbed her hair and pulled hard.

  Alora lifted her face, wetness dripping from her lips and chin. “You can’t get away from me!” She grabbed me and turned me over, spanked my ass, then shoved her fingers inside.

  I lifted my ass and screamed out in pain and pleasure. Wetness ran down my inner thighs, forming a wet spot on the bed.

  Alora drilled my ass with her fingers, each hard thrust shoving my body. I buried my face in the mattress and rocked in time with her thrusts.

  “Cum already, you dumb cunt!” Alora screamed. She spanked my ass with all her force, the sound sharp and loud as a gunshot.

  I shoved my face in the bed but it hardly dulled the sound of my scream. A powerful orgasm slammed into me and as I spasmed, I wondered how I could give this up.

  Chapter 27

  Object of desire

  “Oh, shit! We’ve got to get going or you’ll miss your flight.”

  I murmured my protest, more at the loud sound than the content of the words. They didn’t matter. I was content, snuggled up with Alora, her pink nipple inches from my mouth. I reached to her with my lips. Alora pushed me away and sat up. I protested more and reached for her.

  “Already?”

  I wanted to bask in the afterglow of sex a little longer. I had no idea how long had passed while Alora forced orgasm after orgasm upon me. I didn’t care to know. All I cared about was the pleasure. We only stopped because we’d been overexerted to the point of collapse. My pussy was still tingly and sensitive.

  Maybe we don’t have to go anywhere.

  I rolled over and arched my back to lift my ass, displaying my pussy and my pulsating pucker, hoping Alora would take me on another rough ride.

  Alora spanked my ass and I moaned, wiggling it around to entice her some more.

  Then, common sense intervened, filtering slowly through the haze of lust. I sat up and made myself stand. My ass stung a bit from the several hard poundings I’d taken.

  Alora looked at me and what she saw on my face made her laugh, the sound secretive yet knowing. She pulled me close and kissed me with a sudden tenderness. “Are you sure you want to leave? Donovan doesn’t mind if you cancel. And I certainly don’t mind. We can stay in bed all day. I’ll give you a chance to dominate me for a turn …”

  There was no denying how tempted I was. But that little voice in my head, the sensible whisper, came through my lips. “I’m sure. I can’t stay. I have to leave today. Let’s go.”

  If I didn’t leave today, then I never would.

  Alora looked disappointed, and I sure as hell felt disappointed.

  Ten minutes later, we departed. I once again ignored the security guard who called out to me, but I did smile at the man behind the desk and another who walked out of the lobby as we were entering.

  The café across the street from the hotel, Rainforest Delights, was doing business, packed with customers at the outside tables. A gorgeous dark-skinned waiter caught my eye as I went by. It took me a minute to recognize him. He had been the one to serve Alora and me the first time we ate there. He’d flirted with her. Now his attention was glued to me.

  I deliberately sauntered closer to him. He picked up a tray and made his way over, pretending to work. He reached out and slapped my ass as I went by.

  I might as well indulge. This is going to be all I ever get.

  “Hey, sweet stuff,” the waiter called. He nearly threw the tray he carried to get it out of the way, clearly deciding sex was better than work. “Bring that ass over here. It’s about time I took my break anyway.”

  I went to him, Alora following behind. A man sitting at a nearby table put his menu down and came over. Clothes were cast aside like litter on the street. I didn’t bother paying attention to what was happening. All I knew was, less than five minutes later, I was bouncing up and down on the waiter’s cock. Alora was on her stomach on the table nearby like a served dessert, getting pounded from behind. She was also a switch, as she’d called me, able to go between being dominant and submissive; she had switched to being a submissive and was eagerly taking the cock inside her, screaming all the while.

  It made me wonder what might have happened had I taken her up on her offer to dominate her.

  The waiter beneath me was more than enough, for the moment. He was hung like a stallion and knew how to use it. I came in mere seconds. Seconds, as compared to the minutes I’d required during my exam at the school. Doing it with someone else was so much better than masturbation.

  That was the beginning of our slutty trek through the city in the direction of the airport. There were some familiar faces among the crowd, shop owners, some of the hooligans who cornered myself and Alora before, and even that nicely-dressed drunk man I’d fucked before. He was currently not drunk and every bit as charming in personality as he was dashing in appearance. And he fucked so much better sober.

  I would be lying if I didn’t admit I kept an eye out for Phoenix and his taxi.

  People had hit on me before but this was insane. They seemed enslaved by their desires as soon as they saw me. They had to have me. I was more attractive to them than before. It couldn’t just be my attire, though that surely accounted for some of the treatment. Before, I had been so closed-off and unwilling. Now I was far more open like they were. I had become one of them, welcomed into the fold.

  Or did they sense the urgency about me, smell it in the air like the musk of arousal? Did they come to me as a wild beast came to one of its kind in heat?

  I was in a panic, my thoughts pinging all over the place inside my skull. Never being able to experience this again, this freedom …

  I lost count of the number of people Alora and I fucked as the sun made its way across the sky, and we made our way across the city. I lost Alora to group sex in a grocery store when she went in for a bottle of water. She sent me onward with some hasty instructions before diving back into the orgy consisting of the cashier, manager, and three other customers.

  I stood in front of the airport, finally, my journey at its end. My suitcases felt so heavy, like weights tied to me as I tried to swim up from the bottom of a lake. I couldn’t move forward no matter how much I wanted to. I found myself not wanting to.

  I trembled all over.

  “Ma’am, is everything okay?”

  I turned toward the voice slowly, alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind. I recognized the sound, and there was no way I wouldn’t recognize the sight of the policemen standing there. There were five of them—the police who had driven me into the jungle with their sexual demands.

  I braced myself to hear those demands again but none came. Instead, I saw curiosity and concern and, just beneath, the same lust I had seen on the faces of all the others I had encountered across the city. I had changed so much they didn’t recognize me but wanted me more than ever.

  I’m a different person. I gave in to the desires inside me. Is this the freedom Zion talked about?

  I had become more than myself, an object of desire. Yet I was also more than an object, a sex idol. I had my own desires. I knew my body and my wants and needs better than ever. I could take what I wanted from any man or woman, and reject those I found wanting, even when it came to the people who used to frighten me.

  The cop who inquired about my wellbeing was not wanting. Broad-shouldered and tall, he was a prime specimen. He reached to me and cupped my cheek in his hand, and repeated his question with more force than before.

  I nuzzled into his touch, aching, and pressed my body closer to his. His erection jabbed into me and all thoughts except fucki
ng and being fucked once again.

  “I’m so much better now you and your colleagues are here,” I purred.

  The cop smiled and kissed me. “I can give you what you want.”

  I nodded and took his hand. If I did this, I would find closure. I would have come full-circle with the event that set me on this strange path of self-discovery. I was desperate for that.

  The cops led me away, surrounding me in a V-formation like fighter jets escorting the president’s private plane. Though the oncoming sunset brought cooler air in from the sea, their cop car still radiated with warmth. They helped me up onto it, all five of them, and I luxuriated at the feel of the heat on my skin. My clothes had suffered much throughout the day due to how much sex I’d been having, and the rest of it was swiftly shoved aside.

  The cop who talked to me crouched on the ground in front of me and spread my legs apart. Heat rose from the hood of the car, tingling my pussy like warm breath. The cop started kissing my lips and clit, taking his time like he wanted to remember this moment. I slid my fingers into his hair, wriggling a little, letting him have his fun for a bit. Eventually, I grew impatient and started to buck on his face.

  “You’re up,” one of the cops said to another.

  Another man crouched over me and shoved his cock into my mouth. I instinctively gagged on the huge pole in my mouth and backed my head away to grab a breath of air. I’d had some pretty big cocks in the last few hours but this policeman was extremely girthy. I wasn’t prepared.

  The cop held himself in his hand and smacked my cheek with his heavy cock. “I know you want this, you sexy bitch.”

  I gasped and my pussy clenched around the cock in my pussy, sending pleasure pulsing through my body.

  The cop with the massive cock tapped the one between my legs on his shoulder. “Let’s make her stand.”

  I was already moving to stand before the cops reaching in to help. One of them grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, bending me over the hood of the car. I pressed my face against the warm metal, gasping and writhing.

  Something made a metallic clanking sound. “You’re under arrest,” a deep voice boomed. Something hard pressed around my wrists. Handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent. If you don’t, we’ll shut you up ourselves.”