by Amber Heart
“He’s an animal,” she thought, “and I love it.”
She couldn’t have been more right and she felt him growing heaver, and hairier, as he weighed down on her. The pungent odor of wet fur filled her nostrils and she tried to look back at him. But his strong hand held her head down as he plundered her pussy.
“Oh, god,” Helena thought frantically. “This is so good… please, don’t let me get killed.”
“Rarrhh… rwarrww… heellrrnna.” Holkan growled, barely making any sense. “Arrhh… mmahhrr gffttt… ffrr yooo…”
His thrusts grew more frantic and she felt his hard fingers dig in deeper, hurting her. His hard cock expanded even more and a sudden hot surge exploded inside her as he released his seed. She felt his weight lift off her as he threw his head back and howled agonizingly into the still night.
She gasped at the shadow that fell beside her. There wasn’t much man there, more of wolf. His cock continued to unleashed hot spurts of his semen inside her and she felt the burn. It was somehow more pleasing that painful. She was being fucked by a werewolf, Helena realized, and even though it filled her heart with dread, her body reveled at the thrill of it all.
With a sudden jerk, Holkan pulled out of her and collapsed beside her, whining and groaning. Helena dared a quick glance and her heart stopped. Even in the dimness she could discern his unearthly form. A horrifying hybrid of man and beast lay besides her, its massive chest heaving, it’s huge maw gasping.
Her own body shivering from the shock of intense pleasure, she slowly rose up and placed her head upon his heaving chest. She could feel his racing heart. He moaned softly. He was well and truly spent. She smiled at him and glanced down between his hairy legs. His cock, softening slowly, was still large enough to send shivers down her spine.
“Oh, Holkan, is this your curse?” She whispered. “…and if at all I could have helped you in any way… I am thankful. This was the best sex I had… or maybe will ever have.”
Slowly she laid her head over his fury shoulder and let the blissful comfort of sleep drift over her.
~
“Helena Preston.”
Her eyes shot wide open and she looked up blearily at the young man seated beside her.
“Holkan, I almost gave up hope.” She cried out. “Oh, my god… it’s so good to see you again.”
“You traveled so far, and would I miss it after all these years?” He smiled, his handsome face, as radiant and fresh as she remembered. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
“That was your gift to me, remember, the first time we met.” Helena gushed. “Immortality.”
“Indeed, and your gift was to free me from my curse.” He grinned boyishly. “Every ten years.”
“And that’s why we are here again tonight; to keep your curse from returning upon you.” She smiled knowingly.
“Yes, Helena…” Holkan’s eyes shone bright. “Come, tonight the moon is full and I sense a storm brewing. Come let us renew our union once more.”
Punish The Cheerleader
Billionaire Cheerleader Group DP Erotica
By Amber Heart
Hoisted high into the air on the shoulders of a billionaire’s son, well, there could be worse ways to spend a Saturday. Gemma strutted her stuff for the cheerleading team she’d been with for four years. They did all the cheerleading comps and they’d win a few prizes here and there. They weren’t the best and they weren’t the worst.
Gemma glanced down at Chris holding her ankles while she stood on his broad shoulders. She raised one leg slowly, careful not to lose her balance and stretched it out in front and then to the side. Chris stood staunch, just glancing up now and again. Gemma always wondered what it would be like if she didn’t have tights on, or any panties under her ra-ra skirt.
She’d definitely get Chris Stokes’ attention then. He was popular, rich, and arrogant but had a funny side she’d seen a few times. Gemma was tiny, flexible and she loved the thrill of dangerous new flips and jumps. That’s why she was in the team. Chris was tall and staunch. He had an eye for timing and his muscular frame gave a perfect base for throwing cheerleaders around when needed.
Gemma had crushed on him since forever, well, all the girls did. Some of the boys too. She smiled. Then she was falling through the air, and he caught her in his strong arms. He’d never missed her yet. She spent so much time in his arms and crushed up against his body it wasn’t funny. Yet her slim body and small tits never seemed to catch his eye.
He much preferred the flashier, high maintenance girls. If only he knew that Gemma would’ve done anything he wanted. If he asked her right now to suck his cock in front of everyone, she just might do it. She guessed performing was in her blood. She loved all the eyes on her as she twisted and twirled through the air when launched up by her fellow cheerleaders.
Oh well, Chris missed out. She’d soon find someone to have sex with. Not like it was tough around here. But Gemma didn’t feel that way about any other male she knew. They all seemed so juvenile. Cracking fart jokes and perving on the girls. Chris was way more mature and aloof. He never had to try hard and he knew it. Confidence was a very sexy thing. Then again so was someone that actually wanted you.
The practice was over and the comps were day after tomorrow. Gemma said goodbye to her group and grabbed her bag to go home. She lived around the corner, it was a small town, and everyone knew everyone. Why the likes of Chris Stokes went to school here, she didn’t know. Something about his dad wanting him to grow up normal, in a small town like he did.
That was the rumour anyway. Weird. It was dusk and the street lights hadn’t come on yet, but there was an autumn nip in the air and her nipples pebbled. Okay, they weren’t large but they were sensitive. Too sensitive at times. Now she had a moistness between her legs she had no way of satisfying until much later. Her younger brothers would be home and though she was eighteen, they still annoyed the crap out of her.
Her legs and back ached from the hard practice session, so perhaps a longer walk around the sports field would be the way to go. Just a further ten minutes up the road and she already had her gear on. Gemma approached the fence to her parent’s house and dropped her bag over it. She’d grab it later. A flash looking sports car drove past her with darkened windows. She glanced at it and paid no attention. Cars weren’t her thing.
She’d take half an hour to do some walking and stretching on the oval and it would still be light to walk back home. Gemma increased her pace and corrected her posture. After ten minutes of walking, she was stretching out on the green grass, and breathing deep. That felt so much better. But she was still horny and she imagined Chris was here with his hard body, taking her right here on the grass in the open.
Gemma was a bit surprised at how aroused that made her feel. She hadn’t had much experience at sex, but she certainly didn’t think she’d be into it out in the open like this. Sure she loved performing, and loved to think about the people watching her, but sex? That was a whole new ballgame.
She stood to begin her power-walk and stretch interval circuit around the ground, when the flash car she’d seen earlier drove onto the field and parked. Gemma felt the flutter of fear in her belly. Who the hell was this? Must’ve been someone she knew, otherwise why else would they be here? Gemma just kept walking until she had to pass the car. Maybe someone needed directions.
She eyed the car suspiciously as she neared and the driver’s window rolled down. She’d seen that face a few times but never officially met him. “Mr Stokes?”
“Yes. Gemma isn’t it? Gemma Clarke?”
“Yes. Can I help you with something?” He was an older, more handsome version of his son. Slightly taller and just as built. The great body clearly ran in the family.
“I hope so, Gemma. I think we can help each other.” He got out of his car and his blue jeans strained at the front. “I noticed when you train with Chris, your nipples go hard. Do you like him?”
“Mr Stokes, I don’t think you should b
e asking questions like that.”
“Why not? You’re a modern girl aren’t you? Modern girls love sex. You have a delightful little body.”
Gemma just stood there and stared at him but her pussy throbbed a little. God. How could she even think about it?
“I think Chris likes the bigger breasted girls. But not me. I know small breasts have the most sensitive nipples. Just like yours are right now.” He took off his sunglasses and placed them on his car seat and then walked around it towards her.
Maybe she should run. But his hypnotic blue eyes held her fast as he moved towards her. “Gemma. Your tight little body is simply perfect. You are the type of woman I love to make cum.”
“Mr Stokes! I think you should go now.”
“Call me Brad. If I did go who would make these feel better?” He was close enough now to reach out and caress her nipples in his fingertips.
She stepped back a little, surprised by his brashness but even more surprised at the surge of need that went through her. He moved in closer again and tweaked her nipples gently through her tight suit. Then he made it a little harder with his squeezing and his mouth came down to hers in a gentle, delicious kiss. She opened her mouth to him even though she knew she shouldn’t. His tongue teased hers and she wanted him so badly right now. It was totally wrong. And out here on the oval, it wasn’t even dark yet. Anyone might walk along and see them. Watch them. Watch him fucking her in the open. Gemma’s pussy throbbed so hard now and she knew she should just run home before she did anything stupid. But when he stopped she wished he would kiss her again.
“You want this. You’re up there performing thinking about being watched, thinking about a hard cock inside you. I can tell. I’m right aren’t I, Gemma?” One of his hands now rubbed between her legs and she almost lost her ability to stand up. She couldn’t look away from his eyes. So clear and blue and with a hunger she’d never seen before.
“That’s right. You want this. You need this, and so do I. Gemma. I can’t watch you another second without having your permission to make you cum around my hard cock right here, right now.”
Gemma swallowed but her mouth was dry. She finally found a scratchy voice. “Here?”
“Why not?” He pulled her against his hard body. He was so much bigger than her. But he was gentle.
“Someone might…” She whispered thinking about being caught having sex.
Brad leaned down to her ear and whispered while his hand cupped her pussy and squeezed. “Someone might see us? Might see you cumming so hard you want to scream? Might see me pumping my cum inside you with my thick cock?”
Gemma gasped at his brazen words. But God help her, she was almost to the point of orgasm just with him rubbing her.
“I can promise you, I’ll be quick. It won’t take long for your tight body to make me cum, and I’ll make you cum. You know that’s what you want most. To cum with a real man. Not a boy.”
He undid his jeans and placed her hand over his cock. “Feel how hard you make me? I’m going mad thinking about you and not having you. I’ll buy you anything you want Gemma. I can take you anywhere. I want you so bad. Please touch me?” His deep voice pleaded with her. “Just squeeze me. Come back and we’ll stand inside the car door. It won’t be so open.”
Gemma blindly let him lead her and when they were partially hidden by his open car door, he pushed her back against the car a little and he forced her stretchy suit down over her shoulders and encouraged her arms out. The cool air on her nipples was sublime. His mouth around her nipples felt amazing as he sucked on one and then the other.
He played his tongue over her nipple and grasped gently with his teeth. Gemma leaned back against the car and was powerless to stop anything. If anyone was watching then she hoped they enjoyed the show because she was so aroused all she could think about was him making her cum.
He went to his knees and kept on torturing her swollen nipples with his mouth and his hand pushed her suit down further and when his fingers slicked the length of her wet pussy lips, Gemma buckled at the knees. He bit and kissed her breasts until she shook with desire. He ripped down her suit baring all of her body to the early evening air.
He parted her legs a little, and sniffed her scent. “God your tight cunt smells good enough to eat.”
Brad Stoke, the billionaire, no less, lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder and clamped one firm hand under her butt cheek and the other hand parted and lifted her pussy lips at the front, exposing her aching clit. He looked at her clit closely. “Oh baby. You’re beautiful. So swollen and ready for me to taste it. I hope everyone can see what a gorgeous clit you have. They’d all want to taste it. Everyone would want a lick.”
Gemma groaned as he licked her once over the sensitive bud and if it wasn’t for his hand under her butt she would’ve been on the ground. But she was still upright and there was still enough daylight to see what was happening if anyone did. Suddenly her heart jumped to her throat. Football practice! Was that tonight? They’d increased their schedule, but was that tonight?
“Fuck.” She swore out loud for the first time.
Brad never stopped licking her and she was sure to cum any second now. He stopped and looked up to her. “What’s wrong, baby. You ready to cum for me?”
Gemma breathed hard and gasped the word out. “I think the football team will be here soon.”
Brad smiled back up at her. “Great. They can all watch me fuck you and then I’ll hold you while they take turns.” He licked her a few more times and then just before she was about to cum, he stood up and kissed her hard. His fingers pinching and twisting her nipples.
She tasted herself on his mouth and lapped at his lips to get more. Unfortunately mentioning her taking on the whole football team didn’t dampen the need for brad to fuck her right here, and she hoped someone was watching.
Brad lifted her up and rested her against his cock as he gave a few strokes just along the inside of her pussy lips. The pressure on her clit was incredible. “Hurry. Please, Brad. Hurry.”
“That’s it. You beg me darlin’, you beg me to make you cum.”
“Yes. Please make me cum. I need to. I can’t take it anymore.”
His thick cock stretched her entrance and Gemma drew in a huge breath. The head of him just breached her sodden opening and Brad gasped now. “So wet and hot. So tight.”
He went in slowly, bit by bit until he filled her cunt up and she squeezed around him. He stroked in and out once and she clung to him with her legs around him and her back against the car. “Oh fuck. I can’t take any more of this.”
Brad thrust right up inside her. And he pressed his fingers to her clit. He never pulled out of her again but just kept thrusting all of his cock up into her so she remained stuffed full of him at all times. With his fingers working her clit, Gemma bit down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming as the orgasm ripped through her.
Brad grunted and kept rutting at her hard. “Oh yes, Baby. Yes milk my cock hard. Yeah. Cum for me and keep milking that cock. So tight I can feel every ripple of you cumming. You nearly strangled my cock in half. Yes. Yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
Gemma felt his thick, hot cock pump its load inside her and she realized she’d better take care of contraception right away. He made her so hot, she never worried about him fucking her any way he wanted with no protection.
“Gemma. You’ve milked every drop.”
“Oh god. That was amazing.”
“Come with me tonight, Gemma. I have special place to take you.”
“I have no clothes or anything.”
“I’ll take you shopping, in the city for whatever you want. Then we’ll have some more fun.”
“I’m not sure.”
“I’ll give you five thousand dollars.”
“What?”
“Ten thousand then.”
“No. Isn’t like prostitution?”
“Don’t be silly. It’s incentive. Prostitutes get paid to do whatever they
are told to do. You only do what you want to do. I promise. If we have no more sex, I’m good with that.” Brad kissed her and let her stand up again and he leaned in a pulled thin, soft blanket from the car. “Pop this around you.” He redressed his lower half.
“What do you say? You up for being a princess for twenty-four hours?”
“I’ll have to let mum know I won’t be home and set up an alibi.” Gemma pulled her smart phone out of her sock.
“Go ahead. Sit in the car and do it.” Just as she did, and he closed the door, the floodlights came on and Brad jumped in the driver’s seat. Gemma looked at him in surprise.
“No one can see you in here. Maybe they saw something, if someone was early. They might have watched your beautiful face as you came like I did.”
Gemma gulped and wasn’t sure if she’d rather someone didn’t see her or they did.
****
Gemma felt like a real princess. She’d been pampered and dressed. Had her hair done and her makeup, and she looked and felt awesome. All that in a few hours. Clearly no one said no to a billionaire, even at this time of the evening.
“There, you look perfect.”
“I feel perfect.” Gemma twirled in her crystal encrusted, flowing white dress with the tight bodice and lace-up back. “A real princess. Except for the lack of underwear.” She laughed a little.
“A body as perfect as yours does not need underwear. Trust me, where we are going no one wears it.”
“Sounds scary.”
“It’s not. It’s a classy restaurant owned by some good friends of mine. Just ten tables and only a small group ever gets an open invite to book and eat there.”
“Must be good food.”
“What they serve up on their tables is the best food.”
