by Sasha White
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Lara went to bed on Friday night happy with her night’s take at the pool tables. There hadn’t been any real challengers, just some college jocks eager to believe a woman could never beat them at pool. She hadn’t even had to hustle them and after the first two games she’d felt sorry for them.
“All right, guys,” she’d said when one of them started to rack for another game when she’d already taken over two hundred bucks from the group. She’d played each of the four of them, and none had even come close to winning. “I’m strictly in this for the money, so why don’t you go have a few beers and give someone else a chance to pay my rent?”
She’d been trying to save them from complete humiliation, but they’d taken that as an insult, and wanted to play double or nothing.
She wasn’t a complete idiot. If they wanted to throw their money at her, she was going to take it. Because they’d been so eager, she’d hit her goal of five hundred dollars in just over three hours, and was home and in bed hours before normal.
Which gave her time to think about Karl’s homework assignment.
Her ultimate fantasy had always been sex with a stranger. But she’d lived that out many times in her life already. It was easy to tell herself she enjoyed sex with strangers because she didn’t want to get close to anyone, being close to people only invited them to hurt you—or worse yet, to be indifferent to you.
In all honesty, she knew she enjoyed the sex with strangers because she didn’t care if they liked her or not, which made it easy for her to not care if they got off. And not caring whether they got off or not made it easy to get what she really wanted, what she really needed, to get off. She could tell them to focus on her clit, to pinch her nipples harder, to not stop.
It was one of the reasons she really didn’t expect letting Karl have control to be so good. Normally, if she didn’t tell a man what she wanted and how she wanted it, she didn’t get it. And here Karl was asking her to tell him what she wanted.
Not in person, but in an even more interesting way.
When she thought of it like that, the homework assignment took on a whole new meaning.
Lara got out of bed and went to get her laptop. She was going to do this now. She wasn’t going to tell him her wildest fantasies yet, but she would tell him what she really wanted.
She pulled the laptop closer and started typing.
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I want to touch you. I want to be able to run my hands all over your body. I want to play with those piercings, and lick, nibble, and maybe even bite at your nipples until you are groaning and begging for more. I want to scrape my nails down your back as you bury your cock deep inside me. I want to dig my fingers into your ass, and feel the muscles clench as you pump into me.
* * *
Lara looked at the email. It wasn’t going to get her published, but what she had there was raw, and real. It was what she wanted. She poised the mouse over the send, and clicked it.
Done.
She closed up the computer and turned out the light, ready to sleep.
13
It was Saturday night, the music was loud, the bar was crowded, and his friends were having a great time. Karl was having an okay time. His restlessness had eased with the five-hour highway ride, but his normal zest for partying was missing. Maybe he was getting old.
“Another beer?”
Karl smiled at the pretty waitress. The makeup she had piled on didn’t hide the fact that she was probably too young to be working there, or that she was in no way innocent.
“No thanks, sweetie. Maybe in a little while.”
“I see you drooling over her young ass, you old pervert,” Val said with a laugh.
“It’s a nice ass.”
“Too small for my tastes.”
“And pervert I may be, but she’s too young for my taste.” Karl took a swig of his beer and nodded at the bartender who flashed him a finger wave from behind the bar. “Now she might be able to get my blood pumping.”
“Might?” Val shook his head. “Used to be there was no might about it. You getting old?”
He didn’t like hearing his own thoughts thrown back at him. Thirty-six was not old. “Discriminating is the right word,” he retorted.
He hated to admit it, even to himself, but really, he was just distracted by thoughts of Lara. Her first email fantasy had been okay, but he knew she was holding back. He didn’t like that she was still hesitant to really let go with him. He understood it. The whole dynamic of power exchange and domination—submission was new to her, and if he was going to pursue the relationship, he needed to help her open up to it more. He’d need to show her the possibilities.
She’d walked into his life when he’d needed a change, and his instincts told him she could be the one he’d been waiting for. But his brain was telling him she was trouble.
She was independent and strong and way too sassy. He really needed to step up his game if he was going to make this work.
Anticipation swelled inside him. He had plans to make.
“Dawson, man, get with it!”
The raucous call snapped Karl back to the present and he gave his head a shake. He set his beer down and smirked at the guy on the other side of the pool table. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”
Mark, a big bear of man, stood with his arm around some woman he’d been buying drinks for. “Have you looked at the table? You’re done.”
There were five balls on the pool table; four high balls, and the eight. Karl was high ball.
“I’m not the one who choked on the eight,” Karl said as he ambled to the end of the table and lined up his shot.
Down went the eleven, then the nine, then the twelve in a beautiful bank shot that drew praise from everyone but Mark. Karl sent the fifteen to the side pocket, leaving only the shiny black eight ball on the table.
Marc nudged his friend forward. “Flash him your boobs, girl. Make him miss this shot.”
Karl glanced up and grinned as the girl lifted her T-shirt and flashed him some breast.
“Very nice,” he said, then put the eight ball in the corner pocket. He straightened up with a grin. “But, unlike Mark, it takes more than a little skin to distract me.”
Mark patted his new friend on her ass and laughed. “Next time get on your knees, baby. That’ll distract him!”
Karl gave up the table and let the others play, his mind wandering to the fact that the thought of that woman on her knees did nothing for him. The cell in his pocket vibrated just as he sat down next to Val.
He glanced at the phone’s screen before flipping it open to greet Marie warmly. “Hey sweetie, how are you doing today?”
“Hello, Sir. I’m doing very well, thank you.”
He ignored the knowing smirk on Val’s face and focused on Marie. “What can I do for you?”
“You weren’t at the Dungeon last night and I was hoping to see you. Will you be there tonight?”
Karl heard the pouty note in her voice and responded naturally. “Are you pouting, Marie? You know I don’t like it when my girls pout.”
A moment of silence, and he bit back a sigh. “Marie, I’m waiting.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I just miss you. You haven’t been around much lately.”
She was right, he hadn’t been around much. But their relationship was strictly play, and he’d always made a point of keeping it casual. He didn’t like her implication. “I’m out of town this weekend, sweetie. I’ll be at the club next week, we can talk then.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
A twinge of guilt went through him. She wasn’t pouting anymore, she actually sounded hurt. He knew what she needed, and he knew he couldn’t give it to her. They’d been playing together on and off for a couple of years in an open, casual arrangement, but lately she’d been getting a little clingy. A little too dependent on him. He needed to fix that.
“Marie, you know there are others to play with. I don’t want to hear that you’r
e sitting around waiting for me. We’ve talked about this before.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was quiet and dejected, and Karl’s shoulders dropped. He was going to have to fix this, but he couldn’t do it over the phone.
“How about you and I hookup on Monday night? We need to talk.”
That perked her up. “Oh, yes Sir!”
“Okay, sweetie. You go to the club tonight and have some fun and I’ll see you on Monday night.”
He disconnected with Marie, and started scrolling through his contacts for Simone, a Mistress who he knew would enjoy some time with Marie.
“So many women, so little time, huh buddy?” Val said with a laugh.
Karl ignored him and headed to the bar to get another beer from the sassy bartender. A little uncomplicated flirting was just what he needed.
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All Saturday morning Lara had tried not to stare at her computer. Checking her email was all she could think about, but rushing to do so felt a little…desperate. And she didn’t like that.
Instead, she went upstairs to get away from the computer and harass the boys for a while. Peter was locked in his office, writing, but Graham played a few games of crib with her. When he finally chased her away just after lunch, she gave in and opened up her iBook.
The mail program opened and she saw a response from Karl waiting. Her heart kicked in her chest and she bit her lip. What would he say about her fantasy? Would the Dominant be able to give up a bit of control to her for a while?
She clicked on the email and devoured his response.
* * *
Very nice, Lara. I like that you were honest in your needs and desires, but I expected a bit more of a story.
Karl
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A story? He wanted a story.
Disappointment at his response tickled at her mind for a brief moment before determination stomped it out. She grabbed her keys and made a quick run to the corner store.
Three hours later she tossed the Penthouse digest on the bedside table. It wasn’t her regular reading material, but she was determined not to make a complete ass of herself with this homework. Pulling her computer onto her lap, she opened a new email window. He wanted a story—she’d tell him a story.
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Karl,
I’m lying in bed, my hand under my thin nightgown and between my thighs as I think about seeing you again. It’s true. You made an impression and more than ever I want to try everything once. Including anal sex.
As much as I love cock and dream about it I’ve not found anyone I trust to introduce me to such naughty delights. But you obviously know your way around a woman’s body. And I’m ready for more.
In my fantasy, I’m laying in bed, thinking about you, anticipation making my juices flow steadily. One finger flicks back and forth over my clit and my eyes close as my other hand travels deeper between my legs until I’m tickling my puckered hole.
Tiny flutters of sensation run though me and I dip a finger into my pussy, swirl it around and get it covered in juice, then bring it back to my ass.
Unable to help myself I push my finger past the tightness and thrust it as deep as I can. A soft moan escapes my lips into the empty room as I wiggle my finger around inside. An idea flashes behind my closed eyelids and I pull my hand away.
Leaning over I open my bedside drawer and search until I find what I’m looking for—my small silver bullet vibrator. I lube it up and lay back with the remote in one hand and the bullet heading for my back door. Knees spread wide, I press the phallic bulb against my anus. Holding it there I turn it on to the lowest speed and the tingles of pleasure that ripple through me make me gasp your name. You like it when I call your name, don’t you?
I want more. I want to slide it inside me, let my ass hug it tight and feel those wondrous vibrations from deep inside. But stories of people having to go to the emergency room to have things removed from their ass make me think twice. Where are you? I want you to do this, to help me. I want to roll over, get on my knees and elbows for you, and have you breach my virgin hole, but you’re not here.
I lay there, playing the egg around my puckered hole and frigging my clit with my finger, but I can’t get off. I just sit on the edge of an orgasm ready to scream.
Finally, giving up, I turn it off and go to put it back in the drawer, and my fingers brush against a foil packet. A light bulb goes on inside my head and excitement floods me.
I rip open the condom packet and slide it over the bullet. Lying back in bed I reach between my legs and start playing again.
This would work. The vibrations are still strong and the trailing ends of the condom insure I’ll be able to get the bullet out, in case the electrical cord breaks.
Impatient for it all, I press it against my hole slowly and it slides into me easily.
The small egg is inside me completely and the vibrations radiate through me. Turning the speed up a notch I begin frigging my clit. Within seconds my belly tightens tellingly and my hips press harder against my finger. Every time I thrust my hips against my flickering finger my insides clutch around the tiny vibrator in my ass. Before I can catch my breath, my orgasm hits and I’m crying out loud, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me.
I’m so exhausted by the powerful orgasm that I just switch off the remote and doze for a bit, the egg still inside me.
The touch of soft lips against mine brings me slowly awake and I realize you’ve let yourself into my place. I don’t mind, in fact, I open my arms and welcome you back with a deep kiss.
“What’s this?” You pull away from me, holding up the remote for the egg in your hand.
You tug it lightly and notice the cord dipping below the covers. When I try to reach under the covers and retrieve the egg you grab my hands and stop me. With a wicked grin you flick the button and the muffled hum of the vibrator fills the air, and my juices immediately began to flow.
“Thinking of me, huh?” you say as you pull the cotton sheet lower and order me to bend my knees and spread my thighs. When the sheet is past my knees you see exactly where the egg is, and your grin widens.
“You’re such a dirty girl.”
I blush as you dip a finger between my thighs and feel how soaked my pussy is. I am a dirty girl. I want so much, I want to do it all, I want to do everything—to have you do anything to me.
“Oh, baby,” you whisper in that husky voice that makes my insides melt as you step back and strip off your clothes. “You don’t know how happy you’ve made me.”
Soon you’re naked, your cock waving in the air, pointing at me like a “dirty girl” radar and making me drool. Wasting no more time or words you pull me out of bed and bend me over so my hands are braced on the mattress. You tug on the extra condom hanging out of me like a tail and the egg pops out of my exposed anus. A tiny moan escapes my lips.
Your large hands grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart. My breath catches in my throat, I know what’s coming next.
Sure enough, the head of your cock nuzzles at my entrance. Gently, but firmly, you ease into my asshole. It’s almost painful, the stretching of my virgin territory, but it feels oh so good too as you slide in inch by luscious inch.
Once you’re in to the hilt, we both let out slow breaths. I giggle and you groan. Then you start to move and my breath disappears once again.
God! You feel huge! Pleasure swamps my entire being as you start to pick up speed.
“I can’t hold back,” you say as you pound into me.
I don’t want you to wait. I want you to lose control because I feel so wild with you. I’m whimpering in pleasure and urging you on like a porn star. “Oh, yes! Fuck me, Karl! That’s it!”
I push back against you and slip a hand between my spread thighs. A small tap on my swollen clit and my whole body spasms in orgasm.
My body clenches around you and you cry out, your hot come filling up my insides in a whole new way.
My trembling knees finally give o
ut and I fall forward onto the bed, you on top of me, and still inside me. Our hot breaths mingle as you kiss me gently before slipping off me and onto the bed.
* * *
Lara
14
Karl adjusted himself in his chair and stared at the screen of his cell phone. He’d told her he wanted a story, and she gave him a story all right. Pleasure and excitement raced through him, side by side. With only slight encouragement, she’d exceeded his expectations.
Lara was turning out to be quite the eager girl with real desires that grabbed him by the balls. He stared at the light layer of sweat that coated the palm of his hand. He really wanted her.
“So who is she?”
“Who’s who?” Karl opened the menu and skimmed it briefly before setting it aside.
Val turned in his seat and eyed him.
It was Sunday morning and they were sitting next to each other in the roadside diner at Grand Forks Junction, their last stop on the weekend road trip.
All six men were seated around the table laden with eggs, sausages, bacon, pancakes, and toast, loading up before getting on the road and heading home. But with six men, there were so many conversations going on no one was paying attention to them.
“It wasn’t a work message because it made you smile. Put that together with your surprise visit the other night, and the fact that you didn’t pick a woman up all weekend and I know you’ve got something going on. Spill.”
“It’s nothing I want to talk about.”
“Bring her by the club when you’re ready,” he said before placing his order with the waitress.
Bring Lara to Risqué? The idea had appeal. He’d love to see what Val thought of her.
But first up, he wanted to see what she thought of the Dungeon.
