by Alison Tyler
Once I took her in the back of the limousine right after she left another man’s apartment, breaking my own rules of discretion and constant vigilance. Her skirt up just enough, my slacks unzipped, my gun rocking gently in the holster with every thrust, I took her right there on those fine leather seats, and I covered her mouth with my palm to keep her moans from letting the driver in on our little secret.
Since that night, there has only been me.
I know it is probably a mistake. I know it is probably putting us both in jeopardy. A bodyguard has to find the balance between too much and too little. He has to walk that thin line that keeps him close but not too close. I’ve crossed that line, I know. But I really had no choice, you see. Lynn made sure of that.
She had become comfortable enough not to bother disappearing into another room to make herself presentable in the mornings. I learned that the barely awake, slightly grumpy, and tangled-hair Lynn was much sexier than the polished, brightly smiling woman on the screen. My discretion and sense of decency had made her more and more open, and gradually I began to see her wrapped in nightgowns, pajamas, even once in a towel. She caught me looking and blushed. The next time she didn’t blush and just smiled. I should have known then what was coming.
Lynn began to taunt me. At first I thought I was imagining things. But one day she stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but drops of water. The invitation was evident, and if I didn’t get it from the mere look on her face, the sultry “Come to bed” was as clear as it ever gets.
I was going to decline. Really. I was. But then she kissed me and that was it. The woman can kiss like nobody else on the face of this earth. Soft lips, just enough tongue, and those breathy moans that say she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. It’s the kind of kiss that makes strong men feel weak all over.
One kiss, and five minutes later she was sliding down on my cock. I was in awe until she came and then I was enamored for life. When she came, her whole body flushed pink, like someone turned on a light inside her. I make it a point of watching her do that as often as possible. It’s really something to see.
To top it all off, Lynn is into kink. Last night she was really into kink. It’s a good thing that today is my day off because I need the time to recuperate and think things over.
Just as I know many personal things about Lynn, she knows a few very personal things about me. She came upon a stash of my porn magazines not long ago. What she was doing in my private rooms, I didn’t even think to ask. She raised an eyebrow while she dangled one of the magazines in front of my face.
“You’re into this?” she purred.
I blushed furiously when I realized what she was holding. It was a magazine filled with men who were taking it up the ass. From other men, from women with strap-ons, from groups of women with all sizes of dildos.
All I could do was nod. What was the point in lying?
I should have known then what tricks Lynn had up her sleeve.
It was late at night when she came to me. I was naked in bed, almost asleep and thinking about her. I heard her moving in the darkness, and I instantly tracked where she was, the way a bodyguard always knows where everyone in the room is standing. Then I heard a noise I hadn’t heard before. A tinkling sound, almost like handcuffs.
My guard went up immediately. The one thing I do not let Lynn do is use handcuffs on me. Ever. There is still too much of the protector mentality, even during those most intimate times. I have to be able to move quickly and at a moment’s notice.
“You’re not using those on me,” I said into the darkness. Lynn stopped moving. I could almost hear her smiling. Her voice was low and coy.
“Oh, I think I can change your mind.”
I shifted in the bed and started to reach in the direction of the voice. She found me first. She slid her hand up my thigh and found my cock. I was already rock hard at the thought of having Lynn in my bed again. She took advantage of it by rubbing me with long, firm strokes. I heard the tinkle of metal again.
“No,” I said, and Lynn chuckled. She took my hand and led it down…down, between her legs. I jerked back at the surprise of what I found there. Lynn sighed a happy sigh and turned on the bedside lamp.
Lynn McCain, the sexy siren who has made millions of hearts flutter, was standing in front of me wearing a strap-on cock. The look was completed with a gorgeous leather bustier and leather boots. But it was the cock that held my rapt attention. I watched as she stroked her cock slowly while she looked me in the eye.
“I’m going to fuck you with this,” she said.
My own cock immediately went from hard to diamond-cutter stiff. I took a deep breath and my voice didn’t even sound like my own when I spoke. “Will you be gentle?”
She considered my request with a gleam in her eye. “I’ll use lube,” she conceded. “And you will wear this.”
She held up a cock ring. It had a larger ring that was supposed to fit around my balls. I shivered in anticipation. “If I can’t tie you to the bed,” she said, “at least I can tie your cock up.”
I lay back and watched as she slid the leather over my cock. It chafed a little but she didn’t seem to care. She pulled it tight around my balls and when I grimaced, she just pulled it tighter. It was quickly becoming apparent what I was going to go through. Whether it was the ring or Lynn’s roughness, I found myself harder than ever. I longed to stroke my cock and more than that, I wanted to feel what I had dreamed about for as long as I could remember. I wanted to feel that cock slide into my ass. I wanted to come that way.
I watched as Lynn opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the little bottle I kept there. It had only been used for those rare times she let me slide my cock into her tight little ass, or those nights when I had to take care of things myself. She held the bottle up in front of me and smiled a naughty smile. “Get on your knees, bitch.”
I hesitated. I wasn’t used to giving up control for anyone, even for Lynn. I knew she had a dominant streak in her, but I had never catered to it until now. I was nervous as hell. Lynn stepped forward and grabbed my hair, a quick motion that was completely out of character for her. I stared up at her in surprise.
“Get on your knees or I might change my mind about the lube,” she taunted.
I scrambled to obey, then I watched Lynn as she circled the bed, stroking her cock all the while. I heard the little click of the bottle opening. Then I heard the rude noises it made when she squeezed some of the lube out. When she touched my ass, I jumped. She ignored my moan of concern and spread my cheeks so she could spread the lube where she wanted.
I got even more excited when she rubbed my asshole gently with her finger. Then she pushed a little and one finger slid inside. I had played with myself like that before, sometimes using two fingers before I came, but it felt different to have someone else do it. I pushed back against her hand and Lynn purred in approval. “Good boy,” she said.
She pumped that finger in and out for a while, talking to me the whole time. “You really want this cock up your ass, don’t you? You want to feel it stretch you open and then slide all the way in. But do you want me to go nice and slow, or do you want me to fuck you hard and make you hurt? Which one do you want?”
I groaned as she fucked me harder with her finger. “I want it hard,” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you,” Lynn said menacingly.
“Hard,” I responded, and I felt myself blushing again, just like I did when she found my porn magazines.
“Tell me more,” she demanded.
“I want it hard…I want you to fuck me deep. I want you to slide it in slow so I can feel the way it burns. Then I want you to just let go and fuck the hell out of my ass.”
Lynn got up on the bed behind me. She played with my ass for a while longer. I jerked and moaned and tried to take more of her finger inside by leaning back on her hand. I could hear the sound of the lube as she stroked her cock.
Then Lynn got on her knees and poised herself rig
ht behind me, pointing her cock at my rear entrance. “Take a deep breath,” she said softly, and I did. I held on to the pillow for dear life. I knew she was going to be careful but I knew it would hurt anyway. The funny thing was, I wanted it to hurt. I felt like it should. Giving up your virginity shouldn’t be easy.
Lynn slipped the cock between my cheeks. She ran it up and down across my asshole. The tip of the cock slid against my balls every time she stroked downward. I wanted to come so badly, but the cock ring was tight, almost too tight. I knew I wouldn’t be able to come until Lynn let it happen. I felt completely controlled by her. Lynn lifted one leg to make the angle better. Now she was leaning over me, kneeling with one knee on the bed. She had more power that way, too. She could slide into me with one long stroke and put all her weight behind it. I was filled with a kind of delicious terror at the thought that she just might do that.
She just might make it very memorable.
Lynn pressed the tip of the cock to my tight asshole. She began to push. I felt my sphincter open up a little and it felt good at first, but then it began to burn. I clenched the pillow and buried my face in it so that I wouldn’t tell her to stop. Lynn stroked my back gently. “Push back against me,” she said. “It makes it easier.”
I was sure she knew what she was talking about. I had fucked her ass enough. I bore down as if I were trying to push her out. To my surprise, she slid in farther. The burning was more of a sting now, and I knew that was the feeling of her stretching me to take her cock.
“I’m going to take you,” she whispered, and then she thrust forward. I felt the head of her cock pop through the rosebud of my ass. I cried out and my cock jerked. I needed to come so badly but I couldn’t, not with that tight ring around my shaft. The burning sensation intensified as Lynn put her weight behind her cock and slid it halfway in. She got down on her knees and braced herself behind me.
“Does my big bad bodyguard like taking it up the ass?” she taunted.
“Yes…don’t stop, Lynn. Don’t stop!”
Then she started to fuck me. She slid all the way in and then pulled almost all the way out. It stung like fire, but it felt incredibly good. Her thrusts pushed me down on the pillow, and I lay my head against them while she plowed into me from behind. My balls swayed with every plunge. My cock throbbed. I felt her cock rubbing deep inside my ass. One thrust sent jolts of pleasure though my body.
“God, I need to come!” I moaned. Lynn chuckled at me.
“I’m going to ream you out until I come first,” she said. “You should see your pretty little ass, all open and begging for this cock. It looks so good disappearing in there. Does it hurt?”
Lynn went at me harder then, and I couldn’t have answered her if I wanted to.
After a few minutes she slowed slightly, then reached down and stroked my dick. The need to come was starting to get painful. Lynn leaned over and whispered in my ear that she was going to fuck me as hard as she wanted and she was going to come while she did it. Then she was going to release the cock ring and make me come all over the bed while she plundered my ass.
“But you have to beg me,” she said.
So I started to beg. “Please, Lynn. Please fuck me as hard as you want. Come while you do it. Come, baby, please come. I’ll do anything you want, just come and then let me come too. Please, please…”
Lynn slid in and out a few times, nice long strokes that got me ready for what was going to happen next. Then she thrust in hard. She grunted with the effort. I cried out loud and clenched the pillow. I was begging her to let me come. I was begging her to fuck me harder. Then Lynn plunged deep and let out that cry I knew so well, that cry that said she was coming, and coming hard.
I wished I could see her face while she did it, but more than that I wanted some relief of my own. I wanted to come while that cock sawed in and out of my ass. Lynn rode out her orgasm, pushing a little with her hips to get that cock as deep into me as it would go. Then she leaned over and caressed my balls.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes, please!” I was almost delirious with the need. She rubbed my cock. I felt her fingertips on the snaps of the ring and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
Lynn smacked my ass. I yelped. She pulled halfway out and then thrust in deep. Finally, she pulled on the snaps and that cock ring gave way. The long-denied orgasm seemed to start in the middle of my spine and drive itself out through the tip of my cock. I came so hard, it hurt. My whole body shook. I said things but I’m not sure what they were. I was incoherent, basking in pleasure. I heard Lynn laugh from above and behind me, and she was still plugging away at my ass, somehow making the orgasm last even longer. I shot jet after jet of sticky semen onto the sheets.
Lynn thrust into me one more time, then slowly pulled out. I collapsed onto the bed, smearing my belly with the come I had just left there. I hardly noticed. My ass burned and throbbed with every beat of my heart. I had the very distant thought that if anyone chose to attack Lynn right now, right here in this bedroom, they could just have at it. Some bodyguard I was. I was too drained to move.
Lynn curled up beside me and stroked my back. Her fingertips traced warm trails from my shoulder to my hip and back up again. I closed my eyes.
“You liked that,” she said. It was not a question. I grinned against her shoulder.
“I’m glad you found those magazines,” I admitted.
She snuggled up closer and pulled a blanket over us. She was almost asleep when she spoke again, and from her voice I could tell she was smiling.
“You’re just as good a lover as you are a bodyguard.”
I chuckled. “I’m just here to protect and serve.”
RADCLYFFE
SWEET NO MORE
HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS?”
“No,” I told Phil, my best friend from work, for the tenth time.
“Okay, then.” He said something I couldn’t hear to the bouncer on the door and then motioned me inside. We paid our cover at a window in a closet-sized vestibule, and Phil pushed aside the black vinyl curtain blocking the entrance to the club. “Have fun.”
The minute we walked into the Ramrod, Phil and his boyfriend melted into the crowd, and I was on my own. I couldn’t complain. They said they’d bring me; they never said they’d babysit. I hadn’t really thought places like this existed anymore—a warehouse-sized room illuminated by black lights, with rough brick walls, exposed pipes in the ceiling, pounding bass beat, and wall-to-wall bodies, mostly naked and, at first glance, mostly men. Bare chests, pierced nipples, chaps over naked skin, straining cocks beneath codpieces and jocks. I felt overdressed in my leather vest and pants, even though I had nothing on underneath either one. The place smelled like stale beer, acrid poppers, and the musky odor of sex.
Lots of sex.
It was exactly the kind of place I fantasized about while I jerked off, picturing what I thought might happen so many times it was getting tough to come that way anymore. I needed the real thing—or maybe I needed something I hadn’t yet imagined. Trying to look like I belonged, I wended my way toward the bar. I shoehorned into a place at the bar and worked not to stare at the guy standing next to me while another guy knelt in the cramped space and sucked on his cock with gusto.
“Beer,” I shouted when the bartender glanced in my direction.
The guy next to me grunted, and I automatically looked over just in time to see him yank his cock out of his buddy’s mouth and pump it frantically, his face a twisted mask of concentration. Then he smiled at me half-apologetically and came all over the guy’s chest.
“Nice shooting,” I observed and reached for my beer. I drank half of it off to steady my nerves.
“Thanks,” he gasped after he caught his breath and wiped his hand clean in the other guy’s hair. “You alone?”
I kept my gaze on his face, but I could hear the guy on the floor whining as he jacked off. From the sounds of things, he was about to unload a gallon so I inched away to keep the stuff
off my boots. “Came with friends, but I lost them already.”
“I brought a friend, too.” He looked me over. “You a novice?”
“No,” I lied. “Why?”
“Because she’s not.”
My clit shot out an inch and turned to marble. “Sounds just right.”
He didn’t look convinced. “What are you looking for?”
“I’m not here to look.” Praying he couldn’t see my hands tremble, I unbuttoned my vest and uncovered my tits. They were small and round with neat dark areolas, which made the silver rings through the center of each nipple all the more obvious. I gripped the rings and pulled, tenting my nipples until they turned white. “I’ve done sweet. Now I want something else.”
“Like what?”
I twisted both rings until my nipples wouldn’t stretch any more without tearing. The pleasure and the pain fused into a fierce ache in my clit and my knees nearly buckled. He watched my face, and I could tell that he knew I was struggling not to moan. “I guess that will be up to her.”
“I’m Jerry.” He stuffed his limp cock back into his pants and sidled away from the guy slumped on the floor. I hadn’t noticed him shooting, but the puddle between his legs and the come splattered on the bottom of Jerry’s pants lit up like neon under the lights. “Follow me.”
I didn’t bother to close my vest. I was just another body. Besides, my nipples were engorged after the twisting and so sensitive that if they rubbed against the leather vest now, I’d have to go somewhere and jerk off. I wanted to anyway. My clit was pounding as if I’d been working it for an hour.
We went through the bar and down a hallway and into another room. The only music now was the grunts and cries and moans of people fucking and coming. Jerry paused for a second, then said, “Over here.”
He led me toward the far side where a leather sling hung from the ceiling by chains. A young blond guy with smooth pale skin reclined in the sling with his head thrown back and his legs bent up while a dark-haired guy whose face I couldn’t see stood between his legs, a fist up the blond’s ass and the other hand jerking the blond’s jutting cock. The guy doing the fucking was slender with finely muscled shoulders and a hairless back that tapered into a narrow waist, and he wore nothing but chaps that left his high, round ass exposed. His sweaty skin glowed beneath the lights as he rotated his forearm in the blond’s ass and worked his cock like a piston.
