by Amber Heart
“I want your gorgeous thick thighs around me while I hammer my cock into your pussy. You will scream, Brandy.”
He moved up to stand between her legs and pulled one of her legs then the other up over his hips. “That’s a good girl, Brandy. Nick’s not gonna go easy on your cunt because you need it hard and fast. You have to see what it’s like to be fucked properly. If you’re good, one day I’ll get my boys in here to play with you.”
Nick gripped each ass cheek in each of his hands and squeezed tight. “Yes, I love this ass. I can grab hold and hang on tight while I fuck you harder than ever. That’s why I love more flesh, Brandy. More to grab. More to fuck. More to own.”
Brandy cried out when Nick squeezed her ass hard and then his cock was at the entrance of her cunt. She hung there suspended by the leather straps and held up by Nick. He was at the perfect height now to slide his cock into her.
He did with no mercy. Brandy screamed, and Nick held himself inside her for while pulling her onto him with her ass cheeks. “Fuck. You’re as tight as a virgin. I wouldn’t be surprised if you bleed with my big cock hard up inside you.”
Brandy panted hard and gulped for air. Nick massaged his pelvis to her clit and soon she was high with desire and begging him to pull out and thrust back in again. “Oh god. I need to come. Please Nick. Let me come. Make me come.”
“How is my cock, Brandy?” he pulled out just slightly.
“So good. So, so good.” Brandy groaned when her rammed back into again. His balls bounced against her. She bit her lip and the climax built up closer than ever.
Nick angled himself so he pressed to her clit when he bottomed out inside her. “Get ready, Brandy. I’m going to fuck your tight little pink cunt until you cry and then you’ll come so hard you’ll squirt your dirty cunt juices all over my cock. Then you can suck them off again.”
Brandy felt delirious, she just wanted to come, she didn’t care how. “Make me come. Please, Nick. Hurry”
Nick drew out halfway and rammed back into her again. In deep and hard, and Brandy could do nothing but take it. He pulled out a little further each time and bottomed out each time her thrust back inside her aching cunt. Brandy loved how it hurt. She could never believe that she would. No way.
But the animal way he took her, was the most thrilling feeling she’d ever had. Over and over he fucked her hard and deep. Hunching up his back, punishing her ass cheeks as he pulled her harder onto his cock. It was so thick and hard, Brandy feared he’d split her in half, but right now she didn’t care. She just wanted to come.
“Now, Nick. Make me come now.” She bit into his tattooed shoulder and he yelled then gave her an evil grin.
“I’ll make you come, bitch. Get ready.”
Brandy did scream louder than before when Nick went at her like a motorised piston. He held up hard inside her, bit her neck and ground out on her clit as he violently took her.
Brandy screamed more, and tears streamed down her face as he hammered inside her over and over.
“Come Brandy. Come now for me. Give me your juices.”
One last, impossibly hard ram and Brandy’s eyes clouded over. Her brain went to mush and her body must’ve surely turned inside out. When she came she felt like she was bearing down to pee, again and again around his cock.
“Fuck, yes. Baby girl comes so hard. You’re flooding me babe. I’m coming. I’m gonna blow your head off.”
Brandy’s orgasm began to recede as Nick shot his load deep inside her sore and punished cunt. She had never felt so wonderful. He roared out her name as he came and Brandy loved the power kick. Her arms ached. Everything ached. She would not sit down for a week.
“Brandy, you are perfect.” Nick growled into her ear. He panted as hard as she did.
Once they’d both recovered a little, he got her back to standing and Brandy swore she’d never walk again. Nick undid her shackles and lifted her like a feather and carried her over to the bed. “Lay back here darlin’.”
He placed her on the bed so carefully. He kissed her gently on the lips. Then he spoke. “I’m getting a friend in here to clean you up. Don’t worry. It’s a fetish for her.”
“Her?”
He’d finished texting on his phone and he pulled on his leather pants.
In walked the tall, amazon-like muscular woman with creamy skin and she got on her knees beside the bed. She put her tongue out and Brandy gasped at how long, and wide it was.
Nick smiled. “See baby girl, made for licking out cream-pie cunts.”
Brandy shouldn’t have even been able to feel aroused after the orgasm she’d just had. But she was.
“Relax and enjoy. Brandy. I’ll hold your legs. You deserve this after your day.” Nick sat on the bed cross-legged behind her and pulled her comfortable into his lap. Her head rested back on his cock, and he held her legs back and up behind the knees. “She’ll keep going as long as you want. You say when you’ve had enough.”
Then the woman began to lick Brandy’s aching and sore cunt. She tongue-fucked her so deep and groaned in pleasure as she moved her long, hard tongue in and out of Brandy’s pussy. She’d never felt anything so sublime.
Brandy could hear the woman now lapping at her, her lips closed over her cunt opening and sucking Brandy dry. Nick whispered to Brandy and encouraged the woman to go deeper, suck harder, drink in more.
All of this had brandy on the edge of another orgasm. She began to tremble and nick pulled her legs back and out more. “Part her cunt lips with your hand and make her come.”
The woman placed a hand either side of Brandy’s pussy and pressed her open as wide as she could go. Then her wide, flat, delightful tongue licked from Brandy’s tightened ass up to her clit. She gave a few fast rasps of her flat tongue over the clit and repeated it all over again.
Brandy knew she was close and when the woman pointed her tongue and played it fast and hard over her clit, Brandy knew she was about to lose it.
“Now, Brandy. Come for us again. Make lots of lovely cunt juices to be licked up. We could go all night. Feel her tongue on your clit, Baby. Only a woman can lick you like this. Take it baby. Come for us.”
Brandy let go another flood gate. Her orgasm rocked again, and the woman pressed her thumb to Brandy’s clit and drove her tongue back inside Brandy’s throbbing cunt. This was going to be a long night.
Two Days Left
A Romance Short Story
By Amber Heart
I’ll never forget the Friday morning that I rode my bike down to the beach. I had just relocated from Sacramento, California in the United States of America to the beautiful European town of Saint Tropez, in France. The area was absolutely breathtaking and everyone was so friendly. There was an enormous beach at the end of the road where I lived and I was dying to take a look at the coastal views and meet with more of the locals.
Unfortunately, my work schedule was incredibly hectic and I constantly had to push my personal life aside to accommodate my new bosses. Things would get better though, my two colleagues would be back from their holidays soon and I would finally be able to get a normal work schedule. After a long patronizing first week of work, I promised myself I would make it to the beach. I didn’t know how long I would have to stay at work tonight, so I figure I would make my way down for an early morning swim.
At around 4:30 a.m., just as the sun was rising, I rode my bike down to the alluring beach down the road. I left my bike along the side of the boardwalk and opened my bag. I took out my sunglasses and sunscreen and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my torso. I was proud of my body. When I was younger, I struggled with my weight, but ever since I graduated from college I’ve worked out fives times a week without fail. I feel great and have a perfectly chiselled body and 6 pack to prove it.
I rummage through my bag some more and realise I don’t have my swimming bottoms. I look up the long hill up towards my apartment and then back down to my watch: it’s 4:55 a.m. and I have to be in the office by 6. I won
’t be able to make it back home and then down here for a swim in time. I look around to see if I have any other options. There’s no one around that could lend me anything to wear. Actually, there’s no one around to see me, period. I tiptoe to the edge of the water, roll up my khaki pants and immerse my feet in the water. I take off my watch and sunglasses and place them on the sand.
The ocean is crystal clear and consists of a gorgeous blue-green colour. The water is so warm and my feet tingle with the desire to continue walking into the serene and babbling waves. I look around once more and in one deciding swift movement, I take off my pants and briefs and throw them onto the sand. I quickly dip down into the water, concealing my lower body in case someone pops up on the beach. I swim out to a nearby island. I wish I could go snorkelling. I look under me and see beautiful pink and purple coral reefs and hundreds upon hundreds of small fish of all the colours of the rainbow. I pull myself up onto a rock, far, far away from the population of my little town, no one can see me.
By now, it must be about 5:20 so I make my way back to the shore. The cool morning winds had blown my clothes a little further up the beach. I look around and still don’t see anyone around, just a few people nearby inside their homes. They all seem to be busy with their own lives, though. I quickly get out of the water and run towards my clothes which blow away a little further just as I try to grab them. I look up, instinctively, feeling as though I’m being watched. “Good morning” says a beautiful blonde haired girl, she giggles and tosses me my sunglasses as I quickly grab the rest of my clothes and cover myself.
“I’m... I... I’m... so sorry” I don’t know what to say, I just cover my body with my pants and briefs and slowly walk around her in a semi circle. “I don’t understand, sir. What are you sorry about?” she giggles “and you have a funny little accent” she pauses and looks at me to make sure I take her joke well and hastily adds “it’s cute though” her face turn a light shade of pink. “Well, I mean, I’m not wearing any clothes and...” She giggles “It’s a nudist beach silly, why would you be” she shakes her head and says “I live just up the hill, I think I’ve seen you in my apartment building, come see me sometime if you are looking for some new friends”. She passes me, and walks towards the canteen that is just opening.
All day at work I couldn’t stop thinking of the charming blonde haired girl. The clock ticks by slowly and I have a hard time concentrating on all the calls I get from new clients and all the open cases my colleagues left for me to research. I work at a law firm and a very popular one at that, or at least, here in Europe it is. The work is gruelling but the pay is excellent.
My boss comes in at 5 p.m. to tell me that he is going home and that I can follow suit whenever I would like. I stay an extra hour and finish the last pile of open cases that were left for me to finish. I also make a call to a poor elderly lady that is having a hard time dealing with the passing of her husband and how to properly distribute his personal belongs and estate. I exit the building at quarter passed 6 and unlock my bike. I kind of look silly, all dressed up in a suit, working at the penthouse of this building and therefore being part of the highest paid employees of the company, but riding a bike to and from work. I will have to buy a car at some point. It’s not that I can’t afford it; I just don’t see the purpose for a car when the streets are narrow and I can get around the entire town within the space of 45 minutes tops by bike. I’m not polluting the environment either, so that’s another plus.
When I get back to my apartment building I make sure to go extra slowly when walking to my loft just in case the blonde girl decides to show up again. Sure enough, she pops her head out of a door three down from my apartment. “You always come home around this time of night, would you like to come in? I was just making coffee.” She smiles and opens the door wider before leaving back to her kitchen. I walk into her flat and take off my shoes at the door. She looks at me and her eyes brighten, I can tell that she likes my cleanliness. She keeps smiling at me but doesn’t quite know how to start a conversation. I decide to break the ice. We engage in an active conversation and talk all about travelling and our past.
She’s from Iceland and relocated here for a 6 month exchange program. She’s leaving in 1 month and 5 days from today. Her name is Annalisa. We talk for hours and hours until the big clock tower across the street signals midnight. It’s getting late and I don’t want to overstay my welcome so I show myself out and thank her for a nice night. Four weeks go by and my relationship with Annalisa flourishes. She’s such an energetic and exciting girl and I’ve learned so much about her and her culture. We have also learned a lot more about our sensuality and bodies, too, if I might add.
I have no idea how to handle the fact that she will be leaving in two days but I know I want to spend every second I can with her. I book a couple of days off work. I worked overtime all last week and ended all of my cases without accepting any news ones. I have a 94 percent winning rate so far with my defence cases and according to my boss that’s outstanding and I deserve a little time off to revitalize my mind. I knock on her door, excited to tell her the good news. No sooner than I can get the words out of my mouth she pulls me in close and kisses me forcefully.
I love the way she kisses me, so softly at first but ending in fast, firm movements. She slides her tongue onto mine and makes circles around it while holding the sides of my face with her delicate, yet strong hands. My hands make their way around her back and they slide down her bare skin. I push her legs up and around my waist and carry her to the bedroom. I peel off her short dress and reveal her perfectly toned body. She’s been waiting for me; she isn’t wearing any clothes under her dress. She brings her hands directly under the hem of my shirt and runs her hands up and along my chest. She quickly unbuttons it and wrenches it off my body. She pushes me onto the left side of the bed and kisses my neck.
Her kisses make their way down to my core and to the edge of my pants. I don’t know how she does it but she sends shivers down my spine and pulsations into my member before even starting to touch me. She unzips my pants with her teeth and rips them off with her hands. She delicately peels my boxers off my body and caresses my penis with the tip of her tongue. I flip her over so she is facing downwards and as she starts to glide her hands up and down my shaft and licks its tip in sync, I spread her legs outwards and let them rest on my pillow.
I slowly begin to kiss her between her legs and slide my fingers in and out of her, my tongue soon follows thereafter. Just as I am about to reach climax I stop her fluid and exciting actions and flip her back on top of me. I insert myself inside of her and she moans in approval. My actions are slow at first, thrusting towards her lightly and taking a lot of time between my ups and downs. As she starts to breathe faster and faster I quicken my motions sensing that she is ready to finish. I run my fingers through her soft wavy hair and pull her in to kiss her lips. She caresses my chest and arms before slowly losing strength and having to rest her body on mine.
In three hard actions, I penetrate even deeper inside of her and we finish in simultaneous unison. She takes a few minutes to quiet down before turning onto me and rocking back and forth. She wants to go again, but I’m not quite ready to fulfill her needs properly just yet. It’s Thursday, so she probably has a lot of weed stocked up in the medicine cabinet. Back in Iceland, she told me that everyone smokes all the time and she slipped into the habit herself. We found a supplier from around here and he gives us 6 grams every Thursday. It’s not much, but it gives us a nice high about three times a week. It calms her down at first and then, when I’m ready, it quickly heightens her libido.
I take her to the living room and pass her 2 grams and keep the rest for later. We fill a bong with water and pack the bowl. I tell her to inhale, put my finger on the carb and light the bowl. She removes the bowl and holds her breath before exhaling and passing it to me. I follow the same steps and we continue to pass it back and forth until the weed is gone. Her eyes are red but her smile stays the s
ame. She pushes me over onto my back and kisses me softly on the bed. I pushed her off me and she laughed, she knew what I was thinking, no way was I going to let her be on top twice in a row. It was our favourite position and I made a point of sharing it equally.
This time was a lot more intense than the first today; she grabbed my skin and pushed me around. I liked when she was rough but kept the sweetness of her voice and personality by pausing to take moments to tell me that she liked certain things and got excited when I moved her in certain ways. I let her move freely when she was on the bottom, not wanting to crush her. She rocked up and down but also slid forwards and backwards rubbing her chest against mine and almost twirling her body around my shaft. She put her hands on the tops of my shoulder and dug her fingers into my shoulder blades and pushed me forwards and back to the rhythm she wanted me to accelerate to.
The weed really did change her and quicken her movements and pace. She was ready before I was and I had to focus on all of the amazing moments we have had to finish at the same time as her. This time, I was somehow ready to go right away and remained inside her and rocked slowly back and forth while kissing her neck before she fell asleep. I turned her over to her side, picked her up and brought her to the bedroom. I didn’t bother to put any sheets over her but I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her cheek and forehead every few seconds before falling asleep, too.
I woke up to the sounds of the crashing shore line and morning doves singing in the distance. I turned over to look at Annalisa; she was still sleeping and was curled up into a compact ball, her hair draped over the sides off her pillow in every direction – sex hair. I got up and made my way to the kitchen, still not wearing any clothes. I made her eggs with cheese, bacon and her favourite type of toast made from fresh bread from La Tarte Tropézienne. I brought her breakfast to her room on a bamboo serving tray with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice that I had just made. I’d like to think that I was good for her, or at least, I tried my best to do everything perfectly for my Icelandic angel.