by Wild, Nikki
I caught Richard grin as he watched the exchange take place, leaning back as the waiter continued to stutter and stammer out the menu. I had to give him credit as he listed off a few more items, but couldn’t help but relish in the way his eyes couldn’t turn away from my cunt.
“I don’t think I’m really hungry for any of that,” I sighed, biting my lip as I looked toward Richard. I could see the wicked glint in his eyes all the way across the table, and I couldn’t help but press the poor waiter just a little bit farther. I turned back toward him, noticing the rising bulge in his restaurant uniform. “Do you think you could make me something special? Something… satisfying?”
Without even thinking, I slid a hand between my legs, looking up into the waiter’s eyes as he watched me start to tease myself in front of him. He gulped, meeting my gaze, his eyes wide with panic, though he couldn’t hide that desire blooming between his legs.
“I think we’re done here,” Richard said in my ear, his hand laid gently on my shoulder. His touch felt like crackling electricity against my body that shot all the way through me. I shivered and nodded.
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ve changed our minds,” Richard told the waiter as he stood up from his seat while I fixed my skirt to the waiter’s disappointment. “We’ll just grab something to eat back at home.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to try something? I could find you a discount!” he said, as I stood up, giving him a faint smile. Richard put a twenty down on the table to pay for the drinks while the waiter watched us go, his mouth agape as we turned to leave.
“Feel a little better?” Richard asked as we made it past the front door, a chuckle laden in his voice. The truth was that I did feel better. Better than ever in fact! I wasn’t sure what it was, but the rush that I got from exposing myself to a complete stranger had me over the moon. I felt different, strong. In control. It felt amazing.
“So much better,” I said, a smile creeping across my face. “Thank you Dick.”
“Nice work in there,” he said with a smirk as the two of us headed toward his car parked just across the parking lot. My own little high followed me all the way into his passenger seat, practically bouncing as I imagined that poor waiter rushing to relieve himself after what he’d just seen.
“Where are we going now, Sir?” I asked, squirming against the seat, my pussy still completely drenched from our little game inside. A million thoughts raced through my head, imagining all the ways Richard could command me, the things he could make me do with just a word.
“Back to my place,” he said, turning the key in the ignition, the engine of his car roaring to life.
“Your place?” I asked. “What for?”
He didn’t answer, only gave me a crooked grin as he pulled out of the parking space and down the road back toward campus. I wasn’t sure why, but something had me nervous, though I knew I was safe so long as Richard was there.
All through the drive to Richard’s, I couldn’t stop thinking about how horny I was, my juices slickening my thighs to the point that I was almost uncomfortable. Richard drove so fast, barreling down the street like a racecar driver, weaving through traffic like we were being chased by armed thugs. I was scared and excited all at once, as he skidded through a turn before slowing down as we finally got to the campus. All the way through our drive, my stepbrother was totally silent, his eyes firmly on the road, though as we neared the college, I felt his hand sliding farther and farther up my thigh until the tips of his fingers were pushing up my skirt.
I let out a gasp just as we pulled into the space in front of an apartment structure that I could only assume belonged to Richard. I glanced at the setting sun, wondering if Becky would be worried if I didn’t meet her at the dorm.
“Out,” Richard said simply, opening up his own door as the lock for my own disengaged with a click. I obeyed, stepping out into the asphalt and following after him like a diligent little pet. Something about that idea only seemed to make this whole arrangement hotter. I bit my lip as we climbed the stairs to his dorm, anxious to see how my brother lived without the scrutinizing eyes of our parents watching over him.
“They let you have your own apartment?” I asked, watching as he undid the locks to the door.
“The perks of being the new star quarterback,” he said, turning around to smirk at me. God, how I wanted to kiss those lips, to hold his body against mine. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the restaurant, my stomach still a storm of flittering butterfly wings. I was so nervous, so excited, so turned on that I swore that I would have fainted if I didn’t find some way to calm myself down.
“Step inside,” he ordered, moving out of the way as the door swung open, revealing a living room and a kitchen just beyond.
I did as I was told, standing just at the edge of the entry was as I heard Richard begin locking the doors behind us. Everything looks new, freshly painted walls and updated appliances—this was the kind of place you’d expect a really well-off bachelor to be living in, not a college quarterback.
“This place is gorgeous,” I whispered, turning to look at him. “You got all of this just from being on the team?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “this is what I got for giving up Yale to come here.”
“What do you mean?”
“This was a bribe” he said, “something to sweeten the pot. When I called to tell them I was thinking about enrolling here instead of Yale, they threw some incentives my way. This apartment was one of them.”
“So you came here because they offered you more than Yale did?” I asked, somewhat crestfallen.
“No,” Richard said, turning toward me as he flipped the lights on. “I came here for you.”
I stared at him, glued to the spot and completely dumbstruck. For a moment it felt like my brain had completely shut off, error messages flashing all over my mind as it tried to figure out what exactly Richard had meant.
“What do you mean? You came here just to be closer to me?”
“More or less,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “I didn’t feel right leaving.”
“I don’t understand… I thought you’d chosen Yale just to get the hell away from me?”
“No,” I said, taking a step closer. I could feel my heart in my throat again. “I didn’t come here because of missing my family. I came here because I wanted you.”
“Richard,” I whimpered, staring into his eyes.
“Dick, or Sir,” he growled. “Now, take everything off.”
“Yes, Dick,” I said, slipping my arms out from the torn confines of my blouse, casting in onto the floor before. A shiver ran through me, and I couldn’t decide whether it was from the cold, or the pure excitement of undressing in front of my stepbrother. I swallowed nervously, looking into his eyes as I began to undo the zipper of my skirt and slide it off of my hips until it crumpled at my feet just like my panties had done back in the restaurant.
“How long have you wanted this?” he asked, his eyes eating my up like a full course meal as I obediently began to unhook the back of my bra. I held the cups in place, clinging to one last little shred of my virtue before it slipped away.
“For almost a year,” I whispered, my voice weak as I watched his eyes focus onto my barely hidden breasts. “It started out innocent… and then I couldn’t stop getting wet at the thought of you, Sir.”
“Drop the bra,” Richard ordered, his voice hard and demanding; I couldn’t help but shiver and squirm.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, loosening my last hold on my innocence, and crossing the realm from fantasy into an almost unbelievable reality.
Richard stepped toward me, quickening my pulse once more as I stared into his eyes, transfixed by the hunger and desire burning just behind them. I let out a soft, simpering moan, my trembling body eager to feel his skin against my own.
“Are you wet for Dick?” he asked, smiling at his double entendre. His hand softly stroked across my hip before sliding between my th
ighs. I could feel the tips of his fingers dipping ever so slightly into the places I’d let no other man touch before. I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my lips, my head gently lolling back as he slipped a finger deeper into me.
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned. “I’m always soaked for you. I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I soak myself through. You make me want you so badly…”
Richard slid the rough tip of his index finger against my clit, sending another moan escaping my lips. I could feel my knees trembling, my mind slipping into a state of pure animal desire. I was so horny, and the only man I’d ever truly wanted was mere inches from my naked body. It was almost too much.
“Get on the ground,” he snarled, my body quaking as I began to obey. “On your hands and knees.”
Yes! I thought, beaming as I eagerly knelt down, my ass in the air the way I’d always imagined. I’d never once pictured Michael doing this to me, no matter how he’d made me feel when he dominated me. Whenever he’d describe what he intended to do to me, the ways he’d fuck me if he could, I would always picture Richard.
“I’m ready, Sir,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him through my eyelashes, an expression of mock-innocence playing across my face. “Please, take me…”
Richard’s fingers worked his belt and zipper as I watched, my eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans in anticipation. I’d never seen my stepbrother’s cock while we were together, though not for lack of interest—or even lack of trying—but after all this time, I knew the wait would be more than worth it.
I’d seen more than enough porn to know what to expect, but none-the-less, Richard’s enormous cock was more than impressive, even by those lofty standards. I watched as his thick girth slid out from the confines of his boxers, a long, meaty shaft of rigid iron that was standing to full attention just for me. I was practically drooling as I watched him slowly slide out his full length, his jeans and underwear falling around his ankles as he stepped out of them, tossing his shirt off along the way.
“Oh, my God!” I whimpered, watching as he came even closer, stroking his cock as he knelt down behind me. “It’s so big, Richard!”
It wasn’t just big… Becky was right! At the tip a small silver ring was pierced through the head. I’d heard of prince albert piercings, but I’d never seen so much as a picture of one before.
I turned to look ahead of me as he got himself into position. I let out a soft whine, my eyes closing as I imagined just how much of him I’d even be able to take, and then there was the fact that I’d never done this before...
“Richard, I—I mean, Dick… I’m a—”
“A sweet little virgin,” he purred and I felt his tip grazing the entrance to my untouched opening. My body gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, the primal drive inside of me screaming to be filled up, to have a thick, hard dick spill itself inside of me. I felt like an animal, a bitch in heat that needed to be fucked.
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, feeling the soft press of his tip against my entrance.
“I’ll be gentle,” he growled.
I felt the slow press of his cock entering me, feeling his tip sliding past the tight opening. He was easing it in and out just a bit at a time, slowly opening up my warm, wet depths. I let out a cry, pain and pleasure fusing together as I did my best to relax into the feeling of the tip of his dick inside me. He was so big, and my pussy felt like I would split in half if he kept going.
“Fuck!” I moaned, breathing deeply as I felt him stretching the delicate barrier that separated me from my unbridled desires. I looked back into Richard’s eyes, begging silently for him to press hard, to push past my cherry. I wanted him to strip me of the last shred of innocence I had left. I tried so hard to relax, to breathe, but the feeling of his thick dick inside me was too much.
I felt a sharp, tearing pain, a whimper escaping from my lips as Richard’s strong hands held my hard by the hips, keeping them from moving. He held himself inside of me, his hips pressed against the firm roundness of my ass, his cock sheathed inside of my body all the way to his base.
The pain was slow to ebb, but my entire body was exploding with incredible sensation. I tried to relax, relishing in the feeling of Richard’s thickness deep inside of me. I could already feel my hips tightening as he slowly began to move himself back out, his body beginning to piston back and forward in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Now you’re mine,” he growled, bending over me to whisper into my ear. “And I’m not letting you go.”
“Good,” I whimpered, pressing my ass back against him with every thrust.
I cried out as his pace increased, burying my face in my arms as he began to slide himself harder and faster into my pussy. The feeling of him filling me, driving that enormous cock into my body was a sensation that I could hardly describe let alone get enough of. On every stroke I could feel the metal ring running along the inside wall as his girth stretched me to the limit. I felt like my body was on fire as my stepbrother began pounding me harder and harder.
After what had happened at the restaurant, I was already so close to climax, my body sitting on a razor’s edge between the safety of my own sanity and the madness and mania that my orgasm would undoubtedly inspire in me. I could feel it calling, a torrential whirlwind of desire and lustful thoughts. It begged me to call out, to play the part of the needy slut that wanted nothing more than a hard cock in her cunt.
I’m so close!” I cried, feeling my body tighten in every muscle the longer my stepbrother drove himself into me. “Give it to me… Give me your dick…”
Our bodies moved as one in that quick, forceful rhythm. I exalted in the sheer size of him as he filled me with his cock. I felt like I was melting, slowly losing myself in the rough, lustful physicality of my stepbrother’s needful thrusts. His pace was becoming erratic, his hips bucking again and again at almost random intervals. I could feel Richard’s grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me nice and hard. I knew what was coming soon, just as my own climax loomed just out of reach.
“That’s it, fuck me!” I cried, my toes curling as I felt the pressure inside of my finally reaching its breaking point. “I’m coming!”
I let out a whining, whimpering moan as I felt all of my muscles shudder all at the same time. My chest tightened for a moment, my breath abandoning me as I shut my eyes tight, trying to brace myself against the battering waves of my orgasm. My pussy squeezes tight around Richard’s cock, feeling him pulse and thrust deeper and deeper into me even as my body contorted and writhed beneath him. I’d had more than my share of orgasms in my life, but the sensation of my stepbrother sliding in and out of my while I came brought the pleasure to whole new levels I’d never imagined.
“Shit,” Richard whispered, and I could feel him swelling up inside of my clenched pussy as it tried to milk for the primal need for a man’s cum deep inside. Oh God… I couldn’t let that happen!
“Cum on me, Sir,” I moaned, looking up at him from over my shoulder. “Cum on me, please!”
I knew I’d never be able to let him cum inside of me, not without going to the doctor for birth control, but having his seed splashing over my skin would be the next best thing. It felt like he would own me, that I’d belong to him. It was an act of submission that would tell him that more than anything I wanted to be his.
My stepbrother slid himself out of me, smirking at he took that big, thick cock in his hand and started to stroke it nice and hard as I lay sprawled out in front of him, my ass still up in the air as I watched him. I couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself, still practically drooling for my earth shaking climax.
“That’s it,” I whimpered, biting on my lip in anticipation as I watched that red tip throb eagerly. “Give it to me!”
Richard’s body shuddered against mine and I could hear him gasp and moan as his cum began to well up at the base of his thick cock, waiting to burst forward and coat my back in thick ropes of his sticky seed. He stroked himself hard, looking down into my eyes as
I whimpered and pleaded to be covered in his spunk, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long with the kind of encouragement I was giving him.
“Fuck!” he cried out, a thick rope of his sperm gushing forward from his throbbing tip, closely followed by another, then another. With every geyser of his cum I felt each landing down my back and all over my plump little ass, rejoicing in the way his seed felt against my skin.
“Oh, fuck, Dick! That’s it, cum for me…”
I watched him, his hips bucking and his muscles twitching hard. The geysers turned to a slow drip, his thick shaft spent of all its delightful gifts as my stepbrother slumped forward ever so slightly, his grip still tight on my hips.
I closed my eyes, basking in the glory of our shared orgasm, stretching myself out like a cat that had just woken up from a nice long nap. I felt as though something in me had changed… I’d either been broken or fixed, or something different all together. As I lay beneath my stepbrother on his floor, I knew that nothing would ever be the same…
Chapter 10
Dick
After our first time together, Jessica began falling in line.
At first, things were rocky. Her trust in me was something that the two of us needed to develop as time when on, but the more she allowed herself to follow my commands, the happier she seemed to become.
Every morning before she was awake, I would send a text to her phone, instructing her on what I wanted her to wear down to the color of hair tie she would put in her hair, and even what style of panties she would have on under her clothes—if any. If she questioned my orders, she would be punished—not with pain, but by a lack of it. In a woman like Jessica, to use pain as a punishment was like reprimanding a child by giving them candy. No, if I wanted Jessica to obey, she needed to learn that she wouldn’t receive the release she craved.
“Are you in bed?” I texted her just before midnight. I had ordered her to wait for my order before she even thought of closing her eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied within moments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush whenever she called me ‘Sir.’ My cock would come straight to attention, pushing against the soft fabric of my boxers and I would be thankful for my private room.
