by Gia Blue
When he was sure she was well lubricated he pressed his cock against her asshole and grabbed her hips, pulling her sharply back even as he humped forward, ramming his hardness deep inside her with a single swift stroke. A muffled scream told him that a thick nine inches was not appreciated, at least not inside that particular hole, virgin tight by the feel of it. He fucked her hard for ten minutes until the screaming subsided to an occasional groan and the ache in his balls was unbearable. He came, pulling her back against him in one last, vicious thrust that buried his cock to the balls and wrung a cry of pain from her lips. Finished, he withdrew and loosened the straps, allowing his prey to collapse on her belly. The Predator let her rest for a few minutes while he busied himself with his next line of restraints. The woman flinched when he touched her again, anticipating more pain. Instead of hurting her, he unlocked the handcuffs and brought her arms to her sides, slid a belt with straps around her waist and cinched it tight. He buckled each wrist to the belt, thereby holding her arms flat to her sides. A 30 inch spreader bar forced her legs apart as he began to stroke and caress her pussy before he shoved a vibrator inside her. He lay forward and began to lick her, working on her clit while he fucked her with the vibrator.
At first she lay still but soon she began to shudder and whimper, her juices flowing. He lapped and sucked her clit, his cock hardening again at the sounds she made. He worked the vibrator faster and felt her quiver, knew she was coming. It was too much; he had to have her again. Missionary had never been his favorite position but he was too hot to care. He mounted her and shoved his cock in deep, his broad chest crushing her breasts, the vibrator forgotten and buzzing loudly where it had fallen to the concrete floor. Again he fucked her hard, loving the way she trembled and groaned. Just as he came he bit the side of her neck again. There was a high, sweet cry of pleasure and a gush of fluid as she squirted over his belly and balls, then sagged beneath him, exhausted. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and rested for a moment, then stood up, unhooked the spreader bars, turned off the noisy vibrator. He gathered the woman into his arms are carried her to his bed, lay her down and kissed her flushed face. "I have to go now, my love." he told her. "The sun will be up soon. But I'll be back tonight after sunset. You are mine forever now, My Princess. Mi Amora. Sweet dreams." He turned and left the room.
About the Author
Settling down comfortably next to the fireplace, Marie Shore loves to write erotic stories for her readers to enjoy alone or with their partner.
The Quickie – Kitty Fine
Sitting in third period English class, I fidgeted in my seat while looking at the slow moving hands of the wall clock. How was an oversexed hot girl like me supposed to just sit still and concentrate?
Not to be conceited, but over the last few years, I’ve grown used to men and boys practically get whiplash trying to check me out. I flaunted my hot body with sexy clothes and always had perfect hair and makeup. I walked, talked and oozed sexuality all the time.
I was well aware of my power over men and enjoyed it. And in my last year of high school, I was finally 18 and legal.
As my teacher droned on, I couldn’t help but stare at the hottest guy in class. He was the high school quarterback. Garrett was gorgeous, tall, and popular.
He was lean, muscular and so manly. We flirted often in class. Sneaking a look at his crotch, I fantasized about how it would feel to have him in bed.
Even though I was a good student, it became impossible to concentrate the last year, as I was always thinking about sex. Hot, mind blowing sex that I had recently, or a naughty fuckfest that might be around the corner…
I could feel myself getting warm and wet between my thighs. Garrett looked up and flashed me a sexy smile. His cool blue eyes, brown hair and rugged good looks just made me want to jump him right there.
God, when was this class ending?
This year, I realized I was a nympho slut and frankly, I didn’t care. Personally, I thought the other girls were just jealous that they weren’t getting any. Of course, sadly, I wasn’t either.
It had been a long couple of weeks since I last got laid at a party. For a nympho like me, it felt like an eternity.
I enjoyed boldly flirting, and feeling naughtier than usual that day, I decided to be a little more proactive. I leaned over to Garrett to whisper in his ear. “Y’know, I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered. Then I leaned back and gave him a flirty smile.
His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged in shock, as he stared at me. Obviously, he couldn’t believe I actually said that, as the other girls at school were pretty tame. I giggled at his reaction.
“Nikki, is everything okay there?” interrupted the teacher. “Oh yes, everything’s fine,” I replied as I smiled at Garrett. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Thank God!
As I got up to leave, Garrett walked out with me. “So, where ya headed?” he asked casually.
“I have a free period, study hall. I’ll probably skip it. What about you?”
“I’m skipping my next class, too. Wanna hang out for a while? Take a walk maybe?” He flashed another super sexy smile as I felt my knees weaken. Bingo.
As we walked down the hallway, it was pretty quiet since everyone was in class. We walked to a quieter section of the building. As we passed an empty classroom, he pulled the door open, looked around and pulled me in.
He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close. I could smell his manly scent of light aftershave. His cool blue eyes blazed as he smirked and said, “So…no underwear today, huh? I don’t think you’re wearing a bra either.”
My tight young body was pressed up against him. My full chest was pushed firmly on him and I could feel his bulging hard erection. Since I wasn’t wearing any panties, I could feel the wetness growing and slipping between my thighs.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed me hungrily. I explored his warm mouth with my tongue as I kissed him back.
God, I was so turned on. He felt and tasted like a real man.
He had me pressed up against the wall, which felt so hot. As he kissed me, his hands moved quickly from my hips to my full breasts. My heart was racing as he unbuttoned my shirt and released my ample boobs.
He stopped to look down as he fondled me – rubbing my large tits and squeezing my nipples. He put his head down and as he took one nipple in his mouth, I cried out. He hungrily sucked on one tit while playing with the other.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes to savor the feeling. As he straightened up, his big warm hands traveled up my legs, and he grabbed and rubbed my bare butt. Then his hand quickly moved around to the front, in between my warm wetness.
I panted and moaned as his hand slipped in and glided back and forth in my wetness. “Oh, yeah. You’re really wet,” he murmured. I looked him in the eye and panted helplessly as his finger trailed deliciously up and down my wet slit.
He slipped his finger inside me, and it glided in easily since I was so slippery. I let out a moan as he pumped his finger in and out of me.
I grabbed him by his pants to unbutton and unzip him. I seized his smooth, warm cock in my hand. It felt so large and firm as I stroked him.
He withdrew his finger and pulled out a condom from his back pocket. As he fumbled with it, I descended to take his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
With my face in front of his hard cock, I inhaled to smell his musky manliness. I trailed my tongue teasingly up and down his shaft while watching him stare down at me. I sucked lightly on his purple head and plunged my mouth down on him while stroking his long shaft.
“Oh, God,” he grunted as he grabbed my hair. I slowed down as I hear the unmistakable rip of the condom wrapper. Straightening up, I kept my firm grasp on his dick while he prepped.
I moved away from him and the wall so I could hop on the desk. He came over to me and kissed me as he mounted me. I reached down to massage his balls with one hand, and he shuddered and moaned.<
Reaching around him, I caressed his firm arm muscles as he positioned himself and guided his thick cock in my pussy. He pushed and inched it in. My body writhed on the desk as I felt him inching deeper inside me.
With another push, his thick cock fully plunged into my wet snatch. I moaned as I grabbed his muscular arms. I felt him straining deeper inside, then he held still for a moment as we savored the moment.
“Oh, your pussy is so tight,” he murmured. Then he pumped his fat cock in and out, as my wet cunt gripped him. I was breathing heavily and moaned with every thrust.
He bent down to kiss me, plunging his warm tongue in my mouth as he thrust his hard dick inside me. As he grabbed me firmly by the hips, he drilled himself deeper inside me with every pump. I cried out as I felt my pussy tingling and warming up.
“Mm, fuck me harder, baby,” I ordered. He increased the pace and fucked me harder on command. As he gripped my hips and slammed into me, my tits bobbed up and down as I squirmed under his weight.
I grinded my snatch into him as he pounded me with his cock relentlessly. I could hear his balls slapping up against my skin as he fully penetrated me deeply with every urgent thrust. That got me more excited and my moans grew louder.
He reached over and played with my bouncing tits as he fucked me. At that angle, I could feel him bumping against my sensitive throbbing clit with every move.
My panting reached a crescendo as I cried out while I came hard. I was overcome with an explosive orgasm as the warmth spread quickly through my pussy and my body. I froze as I let the delicious wave roll through me.
My body shook as I clenched his strong muscles. As I came, I felt him tense up.
He groaned, “I’m gonna come.” His cock pulsated from the base and spasmed, as I felt him release inside me. Still gasping, I reached down to caress his balls as he quivered through his orgasm.
We stopped and didn’t move for a minute. There was only the sound of our heavy panting.
Then the bell rang.
He pulled out and we started putting our clothes back on.
“Mm, that was fun,” I said breathlessly.
“That was fucking hot.” He gave me a sexy smile before he kissed me. “Wanna meet after school?”
Bingo. And my dry spell was over.
About the Author
Kitty Fine writes sex stories and erotica, getting inspiration from her own wild days and her naturally naughty mind. A former Catholic school girl, stripper and nympho, she aims to please with her explicit sex stories and vivid imagination. She writes hardcore erotic stories that make her readers as hot as she gets writing them.
Visit her website at AllEroticaStories.com for more sexy stories, erotica story samples and her latest releases.
Daddy Likes to Spank! – Lea Fox
Kim cast a critical eye over her reflection in the mirror. The lacy, black, boy-short panties accentuated all the right curves, and the high red heels made her look just slutty enough. She ran a finger under the band of fragile fabric and imagined her boyfriend, Gavin, tugging them down. Wetness coated her pussy at just the idea, and she seriously considered flopping down on the bed and giving into the horny rush of desire she felt at the thought. Her own fingers could get her nice and warmed up for the hot date she had with Gavin tonight. But then she glanced at the room and the pile of clothes tossed carelessly on the floor, and she yanked herself back to reality with a shake of her head. She had too much to do at the moment, including choosing the right outfit for seducing her date tonight. So far, she had settled on a casual but nice black blouse, the lacy, black panties, and the hot red heels. But the skirt was giving her fits. Nothing looked just right, and she was beginning to get exasperated.
Kim stared so intently at her closet that she missed the sound of the front door closing. What was impossible to miss was the ferocious roar of her very pissed of step-father swearing like the world was ending, followed by his stomping up the stairs toward her room.
“Goddamn it, Kim! You are the laziest little bitch I have ever met in my life! I told you yesterday that if this happened again, I was going to make you regret it. I am going to fucking beat the shit out of your ass for this!”
Kim felt a chill rush through her at the ranting of her step-father. Actually, she thought it was rather a stretch to call him step-father, but he insisted. He had only married her mother six months ago, and she figured that at nineteen, she was a bit old to have a new daddy. So she insisted on calling him by his given name, Nate, and reveled in needling him on every chance she got.
Nate had let her know that since her mom had moved in with him, this was his roof and they had to play by his rules. But Kim was only living here under duress at the moment anyway, enduring a summer break from college and counting the days until school started back and she could return to the independence of her own dorm room. She hated having a curfew again, having to explain her whereabouts, and above all, she hated the “you have to earn your keep” speeches. What that basically meant was that Nate thought they had a live-in maid for the summer. Right now, he was probably furious that she had left the kitchen a disaster this morning and hadn’t bothered to do the laundry that was still sitting in the dirty clothes basket.
It wasn’t fair, any way she looked at it. Her step-brother, Trey, who was only a year younger, got off scot-free just because he had mixed martial arts classes and worked part time. She was busy, too. She didn’t get to see her friends and boyfriend for months at a time during the school year, and they had a lot of catching up to do. Besides, she worked hard at college and this was supposed to be her vacation, damn it! She shouldn’t have to spend all day doing all the cleaning around here!
Kim glanced at the purple kitten clock hanging on the wall, a left over from her junior high school days. It was only 3:45. Usually, Nate got home no earlier than 5:15. He was home at least an hour and a half early, so what did he have to complain about? She would have had it done by the time he got home.
Even though she knew Nate was coming toward her room, Kim jumped when he shoved her door open so hard that it banged against the wall. He barged in without even the courtesy of knocking, and then stopped, apparently shocked to find her standing there in her panties. It could have been worse. At least he hadn’t caught her in her bed with her hand inside her panties!
“Hey! This is my room!” Kim’s exasperated tone jarred against her own ears, and she knew the moment that she said it that she had probably crossed a line. His face went from being shocked at finding her in her underwear to fury at her presumption in the space of a heartbeat.
“Bullshit! This is my house, and my room, and my rules, young lady!” Nate stood there panting, and Kim could not help but admire her mother’s taste in men. He usually removed his dirty work shirt and tossed it in the washer on his way inside, so he was already stripped down to just a t-shirt over his blue jeans. Nate was tall, too, with unusually broad shoulders that were toned and muscular, thanks largely to his profession of construction manager. Kim had seen him on the job. He was not the sit back and delegate type. If his men were working, so was he, and Kim had once spent a good half hour just watching her “step-father” off-load cargo, his muscles rippling in the sun.
Kim crossed her arms and put on her best pouty face. “But you said your home was mine, as long as I needed it.” She felt a thrill of mischievous delight at the look of utter frustration and fury on Nate’s face. “And you know I don’t have any other place to go, until school starts.”
“We agreed from the start that you would do housework instead of pay rent, and not only are you not cleaning up, you seem to spend all your time talking on the phone and trashing the place! I told you that this house had better be cleaned up by the time I got home, or I was going to beat your ass. ” Nate gritted his teeth, his fists balled into tight fists at his side.
“Yeah, right. I think I am a little too old for a daddy to spank.” Kim’s voice dripped sarcasm, although she was beginning to feel like she was prodding a bear. She little red flag was waving in her mind and adrenaline was beginning to seep into her veins. She shoved the nervousness down, but she didn’t want to take it too far.
“No one under this roof is too old for me to spank.” Kim could hear gritty determination in his voice.
“I tell you what. I will go downstairs right now and clean up the kitchen. There. Happy now?”
For a split second, Kim thought Nate was actually going to hit her. “No, that is not all right. You are going to bend over that bed, and I am going to blister your ass right now.” His face was dark with fury, and his hands were already moving to unbuckle his belt.
Kim watched his long fingers fumble with the leather and the metal buckle, feeling a rush of trepidation at his actions. The look in his eyes was unmistakable, and she did not doubt now that he was actually going to do it. “No way. No one has spanked my ass since I was ten, and it isn’t about to happen now!”
“Oh yes, it is. If you don’t bend over that bed this instant, you can damn well walk out that door and not come back. When you moved in, we all discussed it, and I was very clear that my rules were the rules we are going to play by. I told you last night to get your chores done first thing this morning or get your ass beat, and you are the one who chose to goof off all day. So bend over and let me get the job done!”
“Are you serious?” Kim looked at him in horror.
“Completely. Now, not one more word. Bend over.”
Trembling now, Kim turned uncertainly toward the bed. The last time she had been spanked, it had been over a bed, too, but with just a bare hand. What would a belt feel like? God, this was humiliating. Kim was blushing as she bent over, her round ass sticking up in the air as she leaned her arms across the mattress. She still wore the flashy red heels and only the lacy panties over her bottom, and she felt a rush of shame at the position. This was the most embarrassed she had ever been in her entire life.
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