“Yeah, keep doing that,” he whispered. She carried on with the mock fellatio, half-amused at how excited it made him. “Yeah take it, bitch,” he said. “Fucking dirty whore, you like that don’t you?” He started stroking himself again with one hand, while the other now crushed her left breast. The pressure was starting to become unbearable, but she refused to let him see that. Some deep, ingrained part of her had to show him she could take whatever he did to her. She had to prove she was as strong as him. He let out a low sigh. “That’s it, you filthy slut.”
Bitch, whore, slut, in any other circumstances the appellations would have outraged her. She was a powerful woman, worthy of respect. But at that moment the obscenities coming out of Tad’s mouth only helped to enflame her burning lust. Bizarrely, amidst all this, her mind conjured up an image of Gerry. Good old Gerry, strong, dependable and utterly boring. Well, he was boring in her eyes anyway. But now she imagined him very differently as they stood together in his office. Her body throbbed as she thought of him bending her over the desk and ripping open her skirt. Tad was there, in her fantasy as well, and, in another weird twist, Callahan. They sneered and laughed at her, tearing off her clothes as Gerry fucked her in the ass. Tad yanked up her head and forced his dick in to her eager mouth. Callahan was screaming obscenities as he placed small bites over her naked body.
Still holding the bottle in her mouth, Laura let out a muffled cry as waves of orgasm spread through her. Tad left off jacking himself and shoved his fingers into her cunt. He pressed deep in to her, making her jerk like a puppet, before pulling his fingers back out and licking them clean.
Laura took the champagne bottle out of her mouth and set it down. Her jaw, among other things, ached like hell. With lightning speed, Tad grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down onto the floor. She didn’t resist, and let him shove her on to her knees. He shoved his dick in her face.
“Suck me,” he said. His tone was urgent.
She took him in her mouth again, savouring the saltiness of his pre-cum. Still clutching her hair, he began thrusting again. “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” he repeated.
She gagged on his meat, and squeezed his balls. Above her, he snarled like a wild animal. She sucked him hard, suddenly wanting him to cum in her mouth. That would be another first, though he’d begged her enough times. She had held off, pleased at the power she had over him. Now the tables had turned, and she ached to swallow his seed. He held her head down, refusing to let her come up for air. She let go of his balls and clutched his ankles. For some reason the motion made her feel very subservient. He flexed his bare toes, and she felt a warm swell of pleasure as she listened to his moans.
She suddenly thought about how she must look to anyone watching them. Her friends and co-workers would have been shocked and appalled, not to mention her mother. Their perceived disapproval made her tingle all over.
“That’s it,” he said huskily. “Suck me bitch.”
A few moments later he pulled away from her, and sat. She got off her knees and carried on sucking him. “Go on,” he said, “down all the way.” He pulled her hair away from her face, and smacked her across the cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she had hit him, but the intent was clear. He was going to have his revenge. She looked up at him as she sucked, and he smiled smugly down at her. Bastard, she thought. You always have to win don’t you.
“Enough,” he suddenly said, speaking to her like he was some kind of sultan and she was his obedient slave girl. “I want to fuck you.”
She released his cock and wiped at her mouth. Sucking him for so long had left her throat raw, and her neck ached abominably. Tad grabbed her by the arms and brusquely pulled her over to the table in the center of the kitchen.
“Come on then,” she said harshly, regaining some of her usual composure. “Do it, if you want me so bad.”
He threw her on to the table with such force he knocked the wind out of her. A heartbeat later he was on top of her, the weight of his sweating body holding her fast. His dick speared her, and she cried out. With brutal, hard thrusts he fucked her, seemingly desperate to slake his own lust.
She clawed at his back and ass, her nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard.”
“Dirty fucking bitch,” he yelled, ramming his thick meat into her. His head came down and he bit hard in to her neck. She moaned loudly, clutching him tightly. “Yes, fuck me,” she heard herself saying. “Fuck me, fuck your dirty bitch!”
She let out a bark of annoyance when he suddenly pulled out of her. Clambering forward, he made her suck him again. She relished the bitter taste, finding this even more exciting than being fucked. Then, just as she had settled in to a steady rhythm, he got off her and dragged her off the table. Her back protested with pain, as he pushed her up against the refrigerator door. Without preamble, he shoved his dick back into her wet cunt.
“Yeah,” he gasped, gritting his teeth. “You like that, you tight little whore.”
She clawed at his tight buns again, her leg lifting up as he pumped her. Laura heard her moans in her ears, loud and feral. She had surrendered completely now, Tad could do anything to her and she wouldn’t care. Her body pulsed as it edged toward a second climax. It surprised her, because she usually only came through oral sex. Tad's mouth was his best weapon in more ways than one. The thought made her laugh. She felt giddy and light headed, and she wondered if she had drunk more at the party than she realized. Surely she wouldn’t have done all these things stone cold sober.
Seeing her laugh, Tad snarled like a rabid dog. He hauled her off the fridge, and flung her to the floor. He was inside her in a heartbeat, fucking her with relentless abandon. She wrapped her legs round his torso, her body beginning to rock with her oncoming orgasm as she shook and slammed against the linoleum.
“Bitch!” he spat again, his face red and sweating with exertion. “Fucking whore!” He slapped her again, not too hard, but with just enough strength behind it to smart. She gloried in the pain, half wanting him to go further, to hit her with more force. Instead, he clutched her throat, exerting pressure on her windpipe.
“I’m close,” he hissed, then let out a ragged cry as he came, his load exploding inside her. Laura bucked beneath him, her own orgasm blossoming a few seconds later. She clutched at his hair as she gasped for breath. He shuddered as the last of his seed emptied into her. Sated, he collapsed on top of her, his body seemingly turned to jelly.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay there. She was lost in her own thoughts, trying to make sense of the feelings that had been aroused in her. Their lovemaking had been a brutal, savage act, devoid of the usual tenderness and sensitivity. She could not quite believe that it had been her doing those things, or finding such rough stuff such a turn on. It was like she was in some surreal, erotic dream.
With a heavy sigh, Tad rolled off her. “Jesus, that was intense.” His hand started stroking her tangled hair.
She didn't answer at first, happily floating above her body on a cloud of pleasure and exhaustion. Tad ran his hand down her side, over her heaving chest. He tickled her lightly at the dip in her waist he knew she loved. Laura squirmed and twisted to avoid his gentle, teasing fingers.
“You okay, babe?”
She gazed up at the kitchen ceiling. “Yeah.”
“You sure? You look pretty spaced out.”
“I’m okay,” she said, “just a little…stunned.”
He laughed at this. It was a warm, gentle sound. “So am I. I don’t know where it came from.”
She leaned round and fondled his balls. “You enjoyed it though?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he said, a wide grin splitting his face. He gave her a mischievous look. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.”
“Shut up,” she said laughing. She gave his balls a hard tug. “You’re not so clean and wholesome yourself.”
He rolled over and pulled her to him. She felt him stiffening again between her legs. “I didn’t hear you making
any complaints.”
“I didn’t have time,” she retorted. “Damn, you were like a wild animal.”
He traced a path with his tongue alone the curve of her breasts. They still ached from the bites. She let out a little sigh, and pressed closer to him. He lifting his head, and gave her a serious look. “It’s your fault you know,” he said. “You don’t know what kind of forces you’re messing with.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
He laughed again, and nuzzled his face in her tangled hair. “You really are a dirty bitch.”
The word bitch sent a thrill of excitement through her. Her mind returned to her earlier fantasy of being used by different men. A shiver ran through her as she imagined being taken roughly by each of them in turn. She thought of Tad watching her being used, and felt herself getting horny again. Would he enjoy seeing her being fucked hard? Being used as a plaything? As much as she loved his tenderness, this new ferocity was exhilarating and intoxicating.
His hand slowly started to fondle her breasts. His attentions broke in on her train of thought. She stroked his back, digging her long nails in to the base of his spine. He let out a sharp breath, and squeezed her left breast again, making her wince in pain. “That’s it,” she said, “squeeze it harder.”
“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” he chuckled. “Am I forgiven yet?”
She paused, and then realized what he was talking about. She had completely forgotten the party and his behavior which had prompted the slap in the first place. She leaned forward and with unexpected suddenness and bit his nipple closest to her. He gave a satisfying yelp, and his body jerked. Then he burst out laughing, and pushed himself on top of her again.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he said. “It looks like you need punishing again.”
She pressed her mouth against his in a long lingering kiss. This helped get him more excited, and his dick pressed against her thigh. When their lips parted, she nipped at his nose. “Guess you need to try a little bit harder then, doesn’t it.”
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. She sighed softly as he started kissing her neck. “Yeah,” he said. “You need some serious breaking in.” His fingers snaked behind her and began playing with her butt. A wave of resistance went through her, but she forced herself to relax. She gasped as he pushed a finger into her tight anus.
“Why don’t you go get the champagne bottle again,” she said softly, “and see if you can make me really sorry? Do a good enough job and I might admit a filthy new fantasy I came up with. You'll really want to punish me for that."
Waking Dreams
The first flecks of snow began to flutter down from the pale sky. Sitting in the snug warmth of the coffee shop, Jodie gazed out of the window, watching the tiny flakes as they made their way to earth. Despite how small they looked, they heralded the coming of a heavy storm, that’s what the weather report had said. Jodie loved the snow. It was just a pity she wouldn’t be staying around to enjoy it.
Across the room, Ash weaved his way toward her. She turned away from the view outside to watch him. Looking hot in skinny jeans and polo neck sweater, he gave her a sexy grin of dazzling white teeth as he set her coffee down in front of her.
“You okay?” he asked. “You looked a little zoned out.”
She took a sip of her coffee, savoring its taste. “I’m fine babe, just thinking.”
He reached forward and stroked away a stray, chestnut brown hair from her face. “You’re always thinking. It’s not good for you, you know. Makes your tits drop off.”
She giggled, almost spilling her coffee. Since they had started dating, she had taught Ash a whole load of dirty words used prevalently in England. “Don’t be so rude,” she said in mock anger. “You’re so naughty.”
“And you’re so hot,” he replied, leaning forward and kissing her on the nose. “It’s a shame you have to fly out tomorrow. Are you sure you can’t stay with me and Grandma for the holidays instead?”
“I wish I could,” she said with genuine feeling. “But Mom and Dad haven’t seen me for so long, and you know how they worry. They still believe Canada’s in the back of beyond. They probably think I’m wrestling grizzly bears and fending off horny lumberjacks.”
“Don’t they know you’ve got an Eskimo warrior guarding over you?” Ash said, mischief dancing in his onyx black eyes. Jodie felt a tingling sensation run through her body. He looked unbelievably cute at the moment, and she felt temptation exerting its powerful grip on her again. She imagined Ash naked, his lean, moccasin dark body pressed against her, his lips kissing her pale flesh, holding her down and pushing himself roughly in to her tight pussy.
“Hey, earth to Jodie,” Ash said, interrupting her fantasies, “you were drifting off again there.”
She blinked, and mustered a smile. “Sorry about that.” She shifted uncomfortably, and focused her attention on the table.
“That’s okay, I’ll forgive you this one time,” Ash said. “Just as long as you promise to make it up to me later.”
His tone was light and jokey, but she sensed the hidden meaning behind it. It was only natural, she reflected, but it still made her feel awkward as hell. He wanted her. That much was more than obvious, and she was absolutely crazy about him. Ash was the first ‘proper’ boyfriend she had ever had, and he’d made her first few months at university more than wonderful.
She thought back to when she had first told her parents she was going off to study at the University of Alberta. They had, predictably, hit the roof. “You can’t go!” Dad had declared. “It’s too far away, and besides you can’t afford it!”
“I can go,” Jodie replied meekly. “I’ve been awarded a Scholarship, for English & Film Studies. It’s some kind of foreign student incentive the Uni’s running. I’ve also got the money Gran left me in her will. I’ve got enough to afford to live out there.”
Dad had listened to this, mouth agape, before going several shades of purple. “I’m not letting you go!” he fumed. “Anything could happen!”
“But Dad, it’s a lifetime opportunity. Miss Fielding said—”
“Oh why am I not surprised?” he had cut her off brusquely, rolling his eyes at the mention of her English teacher’s name. “I knew she’d be at the bottom of this nonsense. She’s been filling your head with stupid ideas hasn’t she, the interfering cow!”
“She’s not an interfering cow!” Jodie had retorted, shocked by the anger sparking inside her. She never showed her real feelings openly, and she had never raised her voice to her parents before. “She believes in me! She’s the only one that believes in me!”
Dad had looked completely taken aback by her unexpected vehemence. “She’s still an interfering cow,” he had said sullenly.
“But it’s such a long way away love,” Mom had fretted. “We won’t be able to look after you.”
Jodie had to stop herself from telling them that was the reason she wanted to go. She knew they meant well, but they didn’t think she could look after herself. After all that trouble with the gang of girls who’d bullied her, Mom and Dad and tried to wrap her up in cotton wool. Jodie had welcomed it at first, after the knife attack, but now their over-protectiveness was beginning to weigh her down. All through school she had been a wallflower, a little mouse who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, but Miss Fielding had opened her eyes to the world beyond Manchester, and Jodie wanted desperately to explore that world.
Mom and Dad had been stubborn at first, but she eventually managed to win them over. She was very bright, and they both believed she deserved to have the best education possible. Miss Fielding was brilliant. Despite being an “interfering cow”, as Dad put it, she arranged all the practical stuff, sorting out Jodie’s accommodation on the campus, and calming the girl’s nerves as the day for leaving got closer. Like Mom and Dad, the English teacher felt a need to help her after everything Jodie had been through.
Saying goodbyes at the airport had been emotional, and Jodie had more than onc
e nearly changed her mind. But she got on the plane, and left rainy old England behind. Excitement warred with trepidation, but her heart soared as the plane took off. Her arrival in Canada had been daunting, but the University looked after her and helped her settle in. She even made a best friend on her first day. And then of course, she had met Ash.
He was in the same classes as her, and she had been instantly smitten. It was no surprise, with his sharp angular features, and long black hair. To her surprise he showed interest in her too. At first she thought he was making fun of her, and had to keep reminding herself that she was no longer the ‘plain Jane’ from high school. She had definitely blossomed in her later teens. Her flat chest and acne were thankfully things of the past. In their place she had been graced with pert breasts, a sweet elfin face and shapely curves. Her new friend Chelsea helped her with a wardrobe makeover, throwing out all the dowdy sweaters and replacing them with flattering outfits that showed off her lithe body.
“Girl, you got him hooked,” she had told Jodie, when she had asked for her friend’s advice. “He’s so into you it’s painful to watch. It’s all thanks to me of course. I could make Snow White look like Beyonce.”
Sure enough, Ash had tentatively asked her out on a date. Jodie had shyly said yes, and the rest was history. He was her first boyfriend, and she was his first girlfriend, though she found that hard to believe considering how hot he was. She learnt though that Ash was chronically shy, which made her even more crazy for him.
“So,” Ash said, sipping at his coffee, “you going to stay over tonight?”
Another loaded question, she realized. He’d said it casually, but she knew instinctively there was more to it. She’d stayed at his before of course. Ash rented a pokey little apartment above the nearby electronics store. She loved curling up in the large brass bed he’d picked up at the flea market. He slept on the couch of course, perfect gentleman that he was. But this was their last night together, and the implications were clear.
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