Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3: Dark Erotic Series

by Lucy Lixx

  An urge in me arouse, wanting to do the same thing again. I asked Daddy to lay down flat on the floor and I rode him like a cowgirl and I begged Ethan to come fuck my asshole. He listened and finally, I had both of my favorite men back when they belonged. We came together just as we watched Ann struggle. It was beautiful.

  Chapter 9

  The next following days, everything was quiet. Mom was home, she took a week of work to spend more time with us. I noticed Ethan grew more territorial towards Ann and he was fighting more with his dad than usual.

  I didn’t want to interfere, but it seemed as Ethan was bothered by his dad’s ability to please his son’s girlfriend better than he was able to. I tried talking to him, but he only got angry.

  We went out a couple of times to dinner as a family and we did have a good time. At least, daddy, mom and I did. Ethan had started fighting with Ann as well, and we all noticed it.

  “I’m not good enough for you.” – I heard him say one night.

  The next week, Ann left leaving Ethan behind. It seemed they had broken off. He didn’t seem too concerned about the relationship and instead of going back to college, he had decided to stay at home before continuing his studies abroad. The next following days proved to be strange: daddy left for a business trip and it was just mom, Ethan and me in the house. I was under the impression that me and Ethan were finally going to get some alone time and I seriously turned my flirtation on. I didn’t even think I will need it, but I simply wanted to make it more enticing for him. The strange part of the whole story was Ethan. He was completely disinterested, and if anything, he was acting as if he was he was actually ignoring me. For a couple of days, I was sure he had a grudge against me. But, then again I thought about what all happened with Ann real hard, and I figured I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was nice to her, more than nice, the whole time she was here. The way he was acting was just so damn confusing.

  I tried talking to him a few times, I even sneaked into his bedroom one night, but he actually brushed me away. He basically told me he didn’t want to fuck with me. Straight to my face. So, I decided to let it go, at least for a while.

  After that, I started noticing Ethan spending a lot more time with my mom. It was almost as if he was making excuses to spend as much time with her as possible, instead of me. Like he was trying to deliberately avoid me at all costs, especially when daddy was away. At first, I was sure I was imagining it, but then this very weird thing happened: after running errands with my mom for the whole day, both of them walk back into the house, all laughing and joking, as if all of a sudden they were best friends. I was upstairs but I could still see and hear them as they went to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes in disgust. It was complete bull that ‘My sweet, sweet stepbrother wanted to help my mom make dinner’. He was taking this way too far.

  “Ethan…cooking dinner?” That would be a first, I scoffed to myself in annoyance.

  I knew there was something weird about it, but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Half an hour later, I walk in the kitchen to see Ethan stirring a pot of stew, taking a spoonful of it and seductively holding it while asking my mom to taste it. As much as that ordinarily might seem a mundane thing to do, it was about the way he said “taste it”. I did not imagine what I had just heard. The pronunciation was too erotic and it even made my toes curl. And, that wasn’t even the worst part: I saw mom, her eyes shining as if she had a different glow to them, as if she was almost flirting with Ethan. I shook my head, as if I was trying to erase the thought from my mind. Wanting to assure myself I was making myself see things. She accepted the spoonful in her mouth without removing her eyes from his and I swear she licked her tongue a bit extra, as if making an effort of tracing her lips with it, wanting him to notice it. As much as I wanted to convince myself I was only imagining it, there was no way to ignore the bulging thickness imprinted in Ethan’s pants. It was more than clear that he had a hard on. I wanted to convince myself it was only him, that my sweet, beautiful mom had nothing to do with it. Naturally, I used that moment to interrupt, pretending I was walking into the kitchen that same instant as if I wasn’t observing by the door the last 15 minutes.

  I casually walked in humming. To my not-so-shocked surprise, they both jump apart very quickly as if they were caught doing something wrong. This single act confirmed that it wasn’t only Ethan seducing, but mom wanted to be seduced. Of course, I played it cool. At least as much as I could, considering that my heart was beating out of my chest, as I writhed with anger and suspicion. Yet I acted as I hadn’t even caught of hint, nor noticed them jumping when I walked in. I simply asked what’s for dinner and once I got my answer, I walked up to mom, kissed her on the cheek and I left the kitchen.

  At dinner, Ethan was pouring extra wine to mom, and she was drinking it. All of it. I had never seen her drink that way and I wasn’t sure if he was thinking he was getting her drunk or she had simply decided to let him get her drunk. Anyway, dinner was awkward, to say the least, although mom played it as cool as possible. She simply acted as if nothing was happing and the good daughter that I was, I acted like I believed her. I kept looking at each of them across the table. One, then back at the other. I kept saying to myself that there was no way this was even happening. Ethan did not have enough balls to try what I thought he was up to, not to mention mom. Mom was head over heels for daddy, and there was no way in hell she’d even contemplate anything with Ethan. I mean, how could she? Or…would she?

  After a while, mom excused herself as she was already tipsy and her face was blushed. She had to lay down and I understood that, being a bit relieved that mom didn’t actually do anything except for flirt. As she stood up, she turned to Ethan speaking as softly as possible: “Ethan dear, thank you so much for this beautiful day. I really enjoyed spending time with you. You are the spitting image of your father, inside and out. And I’m glad to have you in our little family.”

  As she was leaving the dining room, I saw the glow in Ethan’s eyes and I knew instinctively he had other plans.

  “That little bastard”- I said under my breath.

  As we finished our meal and went to our rooms, I took a shower and didn’t even try to seduce Ethan, considering how annoyed I was. I was thinking about his actions concerning mom and I wasn’t sure just where exactly was he going with this. As I went to sleep, I had a restless dream, constantly tossing and turning, until around about 2am when I opened my eyes, and heard a strange sound. In a sleepy haze, I heard panting and moaning coming from what seemed to be outside. Passionate cries of desire and despair filled the hallway and my eardrums. Was someone crying? I laid in bed for a while thinking it was my imagination or maybe the television downstairs was left on, that was making those intense sounds. Only after I was fully awake, I realized the sounds were coming from down the hall. I stood up, a bit giddy because that meant that daddy had returned from his business trip a day early. I thought about it for a little while, but my inside nymphomaniac got the best of me: I decided I’d walk up to their bedroom to watch them fuck one more time. After all, I’ve had really good orgasms listening and watching them, so what’s another one?

  I walked down the hall and towards their bedroom. The door was opened, slightly ajar, as if someone opened it intentionally. I hid in the corner and decided to kneel and take a peak, trying not to be seen, of course. As I poked my head in, I was surprised: daddy wasn’t back from his business trip it all! It was Ethan, my stepbrother, fucking my mom! Mom was blindfolded and she was grabbing her ankles, moaning uncontrollably. I’ve never heard her moan that way. Ethan was behind her, fucking her doggy-style, spanking her with each thrust, going harder and harder… Just by looking at his face, I was already wet. I wanted him, I wanted Ethan to come back and fuck me harder and better as he used to. I sat down at the floor, fully aware that he saw me. Thankfully, mom was blindfolded. I sat in front of him, spreading my legs full wide, staring into his eyes while touching myself. Anger and sheer lust swirled inside
me simultaneously. I was overcome with pleasure, seething anger, yet dripping…. soaking wet in arousal. I had never felt such extremes before. Not even when I walked in on Daddy, Ethan and Ann. I needed this. It was the most savage, the most wild, the most prohibited sort of sex I’ve ever seen. Ethan saw me, he smiled and simply continued to fuck my mom even harder, saying: “Does he fuck you like this huh? Answer me!”

  I was rubbing my pussy as hard as I could, hearing his voice and then hearing my mom beg him not to stop. Ethan repeated his question a few more times before he finally heard what he wanted: “No! You are better! Please fuck me, don’t stop!” – My mom said, as I finally was able to cum. I stood up and left the room, leaving Ethan to his own finale.

  As I clasped the door knob to my room, my heart still racing, and my legs still quivering from my erotic release, I whispered to myself -“Pandora’s Box…Wide Open.”

  The End

  Say Yes To Daddy

  Chapter One

  His skin was the color of wheat-bronze, which wasn’t a way I’d ever described anything before. Actually, most people didn’t strike me as anything worthy of looking at so intently, especially not at the gym. But I watched him. I was transfixed by the sheer flawlessness of the man before me. I could see beads of perspiration dotting his flesh. Sweat moisture studding across the small specs of hair that lay sparse across his chiseled upper body. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t seem to turn my gaze away. I was mercilessly enraptured by the way his body almost seemed to shimmer. It was uncanny the way the light bounced off his flesh. My mouth watered, as I imagined tracing the tip of my tongue along the outline of his solid, firm pecs, savoring the salty dew in my mouth, warmed by the smoldering heat coiled within him. Like wisps of mist vaporizing on scorched pavement, his body glinted, fueling the fire starting between my thighs. I took stock of the man; he looked like a god through my eyes. He was tall, dark, perfect skin, muscular, lean bodied. He was regal and svelte with every movement he made, no matter how slight it was, yet the air of dominance he exuded screamed to be not only heard, but obeyed.

  Onlookers and passerby’s melted into my periphery as I continued gawking at him. Though not taking anything away from myself, with regard to physical comparison; my curvy hips and breasts, which tapering perfectly into a tiny waist, made me no stranger to male attention, yet all of that put together paled in comparison to the perfect specimen of the man before me. No one else could compete.

  *

  He was pumping iron in the gym that I visited every day, and yet here I was sure that I had never seen the man before. Surely, if I had seen him, I never would have forgotten him.

  He wasn’t even the type of man that I usually went for, I thought to myself, as I continued to watch him pump iron. I visited this gym almost every day over the past year, yet had either never seen or noticed him. He must me new I assured myself, because there was no way in hell I’d have not noticed him.

  “Hey, are you don with the stepper?” I heard someone say, from what seemed a far off place.

  “Hey, Cinderella! Are you gonna move or what?” The voice said again, a bit more harshly.

  Mortified at just how long I apparently had been standing there, like a plum idiot staring across the room, not realizing someone was waiting their turn on the elliptical, I replied “Oh, yeah…oh, sorry. It’s all yours”.

  Several people having overheard the quirky exchange, looked over in our direction. Flushed with slight embarrassment, I only hoped that Mr. Greek-God hadn’t heard or notice how intensely he’d been the cause of my temporary impairment. Yet another part of me simply wished a guy like him would actually see me.

  As if he had read my thoughts, his head turned in my direction and I found myself staring right into his deep, dark eyes. Even his eyes were more intense than I thought any man’s could be. “God he’s fucking gorgeous” I thought, practically swooning.

  “Did he just friggen’ wink at me?” – I spurt of panic peaked within me.

  I squinted my eyes as I looked at him, as if that somehow would clarify what I was sure to have been my imagination. Pausing mid bicep-curled, he flashed the pearliest set of whites I’d seen; like he belonged in a Colgate commercial or something. His smile was genuine, yet coy.

  There was no doubt I looked like a love-struck schoolgirl staring back at him, barely forcing a returned smile, my face beat read with bewilderment. Despite my awkward reaction to his acknowledgment of my existence on the planet, “I needed to know him”, I vowed to myself, breaking his gaze and assessment of me. Though it sounds silly, I felt like suddenly my fate was altered in one simple smile. It was as if he had cast a net, and I’d not even attempted to move to get out from underneath it. I had stood there, dumbstruck in the same fashion that a men would have if they’d crossed the path of a siren or angel. I could feel myself grabbing my bag, toweling the machine down as if on auto piolet and moving over to go see him. Look, don’t get me wrong, I don’t make it a habit of approaching men first, nor do I normally even have the courage to do so when given the opportunity, without it looking like a blatant come-on. But if you’ve ever been to a gym like mine before, it was basically first-come-first-serve, if not an outright free-for-all meat market. And I am sure I hadn’t been the only estrogen in the building intoxicated by the testosterone he wafted. It was now or never, I whispered to myself, my continuing to float in his direction.

  His eyes never left mine, as he continued doing reps, drinking in my every curve.

  “Hey.” I said, and I had never sounded more demure than I had in that very moment. I felt completely vulnerable, but who on earth wouldn’t feel a bit inadequate and shy in comparison to such perfection, regardless of how outwardly confident they looked? That was me at the moment; a walking, talking ball of contradictions.

  “Hello…” He said, and I felt compelled to say my name.

  “Carlie.” I said, and he smiled.

  “Hello, Carlie.” He said in a deep, husky voice with an accent that I couldn’t quite place, but I was sure that it’d make anything the man say something that would always seem exotic to me. Even my own name.

  “Ivan.” He said, and I smiled as he extended one large, rough hand to me. I went to shake it, but instead he clutched my delicate hand in his massive one, bringing it up to his lips as he kissed my knuckles. That’s when I knew that he must be a God. No one acted like that anymore, and yet it had that pulsing, desire and need double inside of me. I was truly caught.

  Chapter Two

  Everything seemed to pass in a blur. I couldn’t help it. He had romanced me off my feet in a way that I didn’t think men could. There was that small voice inside of me that didn’t think that I was worthy of this man, but wherever we went people stared. No matter where we went they smiled at us. Both men and women checked us out in turn. Some seemed to gawk, and I thought at first that it was because of him, but I realized soon that they were also looking at me. I was used to attention here and there, but it was nothing like the attention I received when I with Ivan.

  “They know what we are.” I remember him whispering in my ear as I got in the car that night, going from the restaurant to his loft.

  “What?” I asked, as he opened the door for me. I slid into that black, elegant Porsche like it had always belong to me, but it was his. He didn’t answer until he was sitting behind the steering wheel as well. There was a devilish, almost childlike grin on his face as he looked at me with those dark, piercing eyes. He filled the car more than any man should. His presence seemed to crackle in the air around us.

  “That we’re top in this world. Lean, fit, beautiful.” He said, each word like a gentle caress.

  “That we belong at the top. You belong at the top too, my darling.” He told me.

  *

  Nothing around me was the same. Even my own apartment flat didn’t seem perfect enough. I wanted more. Being with Ivan made me feel like I truly deserved more. Being the envy of every woman in any room that we entered ha
nd-in-hand, I knew simply standing next to him, I looked like a woman whom deserved a man like him. Breaking myself out my daydream, I sighed, because the truth of the matter was that he wasn’t here at this moment, and all I had of his to hold right now were my thoughts.

  Cutting vegetables to have my mother over had never seen such a daunting task to concentrate on before. My mind once again wandered.

  That night was like no other. It was beautiful and it was primal. The way that he had me bouncing up and down on the largest, hardest cock I had ever seen. It was thick, long, and muscular like everything else about him. I wanted to marvel at it, and I quickly took it in my mouth as I watched those perfect, dark eyes narrow in amusement at me as his fingers wrapped in my wild hair.

  I mewled around it with need, and he hadn’t let me stay like that for long. Unlike most men who would have just climbed on top of me, it seemed that Ivan had no intention of rutting on top of my lean body until he was finished. Instead, he had picked me up, placing me on my hands and knees with my ass prominently in the air before his large, calloused hands had grabbed my hips, pushing himself deep inside of me with one long thrust.

  It seemed like my entire world exploded into the pleasure that he was bringing me, entering me and pulling out again in a rhythmic perfect pattern that I still couldn’t seem to predict. He was gentle at first, but determined with no words seeming to be needed between us. I hadn’t been drunk. I hadn’t even drunk that night, but I was drunk on anticipation and lust that I had been feeling since I saw him that day in the gym. I had found out that he was sixty-one, and I was about to turn twenty-one. I knew that should be a turn off, but as I thought when I heard it, it just meant that he was more skilled of a lover than I had imagined. My own personal sex God, which he proved again and again as I came, writhing on his cock as he filled every inch of me.