Praise Charlie—whoever the hell Charlie is.
“You wait right here and I’ll go let him know he has the day off.” Red released his grip and lifted my back to my toes before standing up. “You and I need to get know each other better.”
I tried to rub the sting out of my ass the second he closed the cabin door and walked outside. It was my opportunity to run. Whoever Charlie was, I doubted he would just ignore someone running across the resort and trying to escape. There was no way Red would be able to explain that one. Even as I considered that option, I found that my feet didn’t want to move. My mind flashed back to Red on his bed, his lust erupting from his cock, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. If I didn’t run, Red was going to spank me when he got back. If his big, calloused hands felt like fire on my jeans, I couldn’t imagine what they do when they punished my unprotected flesh.
This doesn’t have to be a Hannah story. You don’t even have to tell Hannah—you don’t have to tell anyone what happens on this trip.
My pussy was burning up with desire. Without my panties around my waist to stop my wetness from spreading, I could feel it on my labia, trying to drip down to my inner thighs. I walked to the window and watched Red talk with the guy he called Charlie. Charlie appeared to be a lot older than Red and had a big white beard covering his face. He kind of looked like Santa Claus—Santa Claus in dirty overalls and driving a pick-up truck shaped sleigh. The redneck mountain version of Saint Nicholas shook Red’s hand and then climbed back into his truck. With a dash away, dash away roar of his engine, he put the truck in reverse, turned it around, and disappeared down the mountain. My chance to run was gone, because Red was already walking back my way. My internal struggle might have been strong, but my ass was never going to forgive me.
Chapter 6: Red
Damn it, just when I was getting to the good part.
I had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen bared and over my lap for punishment. It was smooth, curved, and already pink from the spanking she gotten. It would look a lot better with a bright crimson hue. It wouldn’t match her hair, but it would have the same saturation. I could see her pussy peeking out, in all its undeniably wet glory, when I pulled her panties down. It was begging to be touched, licked, and then fucked. Of course, that would be the moment Charlie decided to pull up at the resort to start helping me. I had hoped he was on a bender when he didn’t show up on time.
I’m going to have to take a break from work today. I haven’t been with a woman since I moved back home and I’m not going to let this one slip through my fingers.
“Hey Red!” Charlie greeted me when I approached.
“Hey, man. I need to get your number. I actually decided to take a break from the resort today. I’ll pay you, but you don’t have to do anything. Come back tomorrow and we’ll get started early.” I walked up to his truck and leaned against it. “Are you good with that?”
“Yeah, but you probably shouldn’t go anywhere if that is your plan for today.” He leaned over and spat at the ground. “I’m late because Sheriff Thompson pulled me over before I made it out of town. I thought I was getting a ticket, but he said he just wanted to let you know he needed to come talk with you about permits this afternoon.”
“Permits?” I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head. “What kind of permits?”
“I don’t know. I guess he’ll be up this way at some point to explain. It didn’t sound like a major concern for him, he just knew I was working here and wanted to make sure you knew he was coming.” Charlie removed a flask from his overalls and took a swig. “But yeah, I guess if I got the day off, I can start drinking early!”
I’m pretty sure you do that every day.
“Be careful going down this mountain.” It was a meaningless warning because he was usually sloshed by the time he drove home every day.
“I’ll be good.” He chuckled and nodded his head. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
With Charlie gone, I could turn my attention back where I wanted it. I definitely wasn’t going to wait for Sheriff Thompson to make his way up the mountain before I started devouring the gorgeous redhead that was waiting in my cabin. I walked back up the path with her delicious body still fresh in my mind. Charlie’s arrival had given her one thing that I hadn’t offered yet—the chance to run. I never really asked for permission before I took a woman to bed. I could tell by the body language whether they were interested or not, and judging from what I saw, Mandy was very, very interested. I took the steps two at a time and pushed the cabin door open. Mandy was still standing close to where I had left her, with her jeans and panties still around her knees.
“Wait—before this goes any further.” She held up her hand and I paused in my step.
“Yeah?” I tilted my head inquisitively.
“There’s something you need to know.” She sighed and I saw conflict on her face. “I’ve never been with a guy before. I’m a virgin.”
A virgin? I haven’t been with a virgin since—Susan.
“Okay.” I nodded. “Is that supposed to slow me down or just make me hard?”
“I don’t know…” Her head dropped and she stared at the floor.
“Why don’t we start with your spanking and then we can go from there.” I walked over and took her by the arm.
She went across my knee the second time without fighting it, despite the fact that her ass was bare. I tilted her and got her in the perfect position for my hand to deliver the stinging smacks that would turn her ass a lovely shade of red. She didn’t struggle the way she did the first time. It seemed that whatever conflict was on her face, it had at least determined that she needed to be spanked. There was more hesitation than the enthusiasm I normally saw when my ex-girlfriend went across my knee. She couldn’t wait to get her ass blistered and sometimes she wanted a lot more than that. Mandy’s hesitation made sense if she was a virgin. She probably didn’t understand what she wanted quite yet.
Luckily, I’m a man that knows a million ways to make a woman squirm, whether they’re pure as the mountain snow in winter or as dirty as I am.
I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek. She flinched, but she didn’t try to move. I gave her one that was a little harder on the left side and immediately reconnected with the right. She jerked, but then she stayed still. I wrapped my hand around her waist, squeezing so that I could keep her in place, and started delivering a steady stream of punishing smacks on the beautiful curve of her ass. The pale skin disappeared quickly, replaced with splotches of red, surrounded by a pink halo that covered the entire circumference of her heart-shaped globes.
“Naughty little virgin.” I lifted my hand and felt it crack against her skin. “You don’t even know what you’re in for before the day is over.”
“Not so hard, please!” She whimpered and squealed when she felt my hand again.
“I’ll spank you as hard as I want to. I like it rough.” I reached over and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “I think you will too before I’m done with you.”
Delicious little virgin with a pussy that is just begging to be touched.
“It hurts!” She squealed as several fairly firm smacks were delivered in rapid succession in the center of her ass.
“I bet I can make it feel better.” I let my hand rest the beautiful curve that connected her thigh to her delicious globe. “I bet I can make you beg me to give you ten hard smacks that make you scream.”
“No!” She shook her head the best she could with my hand wrapped in her hair.
“Don’t say no, little virgin. What you really want to say is yes.” I let my finger move into the crack of her ass and trace it until her wetness was against my fingertip “You want to say yes, that feels good.”
“Oh god!” Her whole body tensed up when I got to her clitoris and started rolling my finger against the hard knot.
“Say it now. Say that feels good.” I moved my finger a little faster.
“That…” Her words got c
aught in her throat as she spoke. “That feels good.”
“See how easy it is to say yes?” I moved my finger to her wetness and pushed my finger in until I felt her hymen. “You’re going to say it when I take that cock you lusted after last night and put it where you know it is meant to go.”
“I can’t…” She started to quiver and I moved my finger back to her clitoris. “I don’t even know you.”
“Why does that matter?” I moved my finger in quick circles, feeling her clitoris get tight as I continued.
“I can’t have sex with someone I just met. That isn’t who I am!” Her body quivered a little more.
“How do you know who you are? You’ve never felt real pleasure.” I pulled my hand away when I felt her getting close to an orgasm.
“No, please. Don’t stop.” She pushed her hips up, trying to find my finger.
“Tell me you want ten hard smacks.” I let my hand rest on her ass. “Tell me you want to scream. Do that, and then I’ll make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before.”
“Oh god…” Her body tensed up for a moment but then she relaxed. “Please make me scream.”
“Good girl.” I raised my hand and listened to the sound of her wails start echoing throughout the cabin.
Mandy had fight. It was admirable. I was pretty sure a nineteen year old girl like her saw virginity as a strength. I turned it into her weakness. She melted in my hand with nothing more than a touch. Her body would belong to me. Every delicious curve would be mine to explore with my tongue. Her tight virgin pussy that I could barely force my finger into would be my prize for the taking.
There you go little virgin—scream as loud as you can.
It was important for her to understand that I didn’t care if she suffered. It was a method of control. I needed her to be feel absolute submission mixed with unbelievable pleasure so I could use her in any way that I wanted. I had broken women far feistier than her. Her sassy mouth would soon know silence, but it wasn’t going to be because she had earned it. She was going to swallow my cock and devour it—just because I told her to do it. When the ten smacks were delivered, she sobbed on my knee. It was time for her to get the reward she was promised.
“Now you’re going to understand why I made you beg.” I lifted her off my knee and she was practically putty in my hands. “You need to know how to beg for what you want.”
I sent the remainder of our uneaten breakfast flying with a single swipe of my arm. I placed Mandy face down where it had been and knelt behind her. She didn’t fight when I stripped her jeans and her panties completely off her legs and pushed them apart. My tongue immediately started to plunge into her wetness, stabbing her hymen with furious tongue-thrusts. I slid down to her clitoris and flicked my tongue against it before massaging it against my taste buds.
“Please…” She put a hand back and ran it through my hair. “Please don’t stop!”
Keep begging.
Chapter 7: Mandy
My mind started to spin out of control the instant I felt Red’s finger against my clitoris. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It didn’t compare to what I did when I masturbated. His fingertip was rough, calloused, and didn’t slow down when the sensitivity was too strong for me to stand. He pushed past that sensitivity and unlocked a new level of pleasure I didn’t know was possible. There was lingering pain, but it felt too good for me to want him to stop. When he finally pulled his finger away, I was gasping for air. I didn’t just want him to continue, I needed him to keep going or I was sure my body was going to simply explode with an overload of desire. Then I learned to beg for suffering.
He doesn’t care if he hurts me. I think he is getting off on my agony!
Ten smacks. Ten that left me blistered and screaming from the moment I felt the very first one land on my unprotected flesh. I sacrificed my body for him to give me the pleasure I craved. I would have settled for his calloused finger finishing the job, but when I felt his tongue, I no longer wanted anything else. He thrust his tongue inside me so hard that I thought he was going to break my hymen, but just when I felt it stretch to the point it was dangerously close to snapping, he started licking my clitoris instead. He had a magical tongue. It took me to a depth of bliss that made me squirm and beg for more.
“That feels so good!” I moaned and squeezed the back of his head, trying to keep him in the exact spot he was licking at that moment.
It was too overpowering for my body to really handle. I jerked against the table, pushing back against his tongue while my hand tried to pull him in further. I felt pressure building up inside me. It was much more than I felt that morning and even more than the strongest orgasm I’d ever had before while watching Red pleasure himself the previous night. The pressure got so intense that I thought I was going to explode into a million pieces. Just before I was convinced that was a real possibility, I felt my body erupt into blissful surrender. I started to cum and I shook so hard the table lifted off the floor. Endorphins surged through my veins as I felt the orgasm from my hair follicles to my toes, which curled as it continued.
It just won’t stop—oh no, another one!
It was a mixture of torment and desire. I loved the way it felt, but it was so intense that it made me hurt inside. My muscles tightened again before the second one began and when they released, it was like they were being torn. I began to shake again with my body bouncing on the table, squirming against his tongue, and feeling no end in sight. Two didn’t appear to be enough for Red. His tongue just kept moving against my clitoris. It was sensitive, exhausted, and yet it still responded like it belonged only to him. A third orgasm waged war inside me, fighting for survival. I felt my scalp going numb. My toes couldn’t even uncurl and the bones were locked there as my muscle seized.
“Red, please! I can’t take another one!” I tried to push his head away, but he didn’t budge.
I started to wonder if it was possible to actually die from an orgasm—or rather four of them. My veins even felt like they were on fire when it brought me to bliss again. I tried to stand, but I felt Red’s hand on my back. He pressed me to the table with very little effort. It wasn’t just my scalp that was numb. The entire front of my face felt drained of color. I tried to lift my legs and push away, but they too were locked at the knee. Four wasn’t my limit. Five wasn’t my limit. By the time he had pulled that one out of me, my arms were numb too. I lay against the table and my whole body jerked with pleasure. He stopped. Finally. Except that his tongue didn’t stop moving. The numbness went all the way down my waist, into my pelvis, and the only reason I stopped orgasming was because my body simply could not function anymore.
“Now you’re done.” I felt the table move and I was vaguely aware that he was ready for me again. “Sleep now, little virgin. I’ll be back for more soon.”
I felt my body being picked up off the table by Red’s powerful arms. I fell back, limp against his muscular frame. I moved for a while, and then I felt softness engulf me. I assumed I was on a mattress, but my eyelids were too heavy to even part. The numbness slowly passed and then I felt his lips against my forehead. It was the last thing I felt before sleep took me into an embrace that was so dark I didn’t even dream.
Chapter 8: Red
I had exhausted my virgin, but I kept my promise. She came harder than ever before and she got to experience it over and over until she had nothing left to give. It was clear from the way her body reacted that it was an entirely new experience and I knew there was no way she could have done so much to herself. She looked beautiful in my bed, like she belonged there. She started to lightly snore a few seconds after my lips left her forehead. I walked back to the kitchen and poured myself a second cup of coffee. My lust had taken control and I had left a mess in the kitchen, so I cleaned it between sips. When I heard the sound of gravel on tires, I was reminded that Sheriff Thompson was supposed to stop by.
That must be him.
I walked to my window and confirmed it was a patrol
car outside before opening my door and walking down the steps. The door opened and he stepped out of the car, but it wasn’t him—at least it wasn’t the Sheriff Thompson I remembered. Sheriff Thompson was an old man when I left town at the age of eighteen. The man that emerged from the patrol car was much younger. I squinted against the sun as I walked and when I finally got close enough to recognize his face, I realized it was Sheriff Thompson’s son—who had apparently managed to inherit his father’s title on top of the name.
“Billy Thompson Jr.” I laughed as I got close and extended my hand to the boy I went to school with who had the same age on his face as me.
“How’s it going, Red?” He slammed the door and shook my hand with a firm grip that rivaled my own.
“When Charlie said Sheriff Thompson was coming by, I guess I still pictured your father.” Our hands separated and I dropped mine by my side.
“Nah, he’s long since retired.” Billy put his hands on his hips. “I guess people thought I’d do a good job since I had his name.”
“What brings you up to the resort? Charlie said it had something to do with permits?” I tilted my head with an inquisitive stare.
“Yeah, you know I wouldn’t get involved in this kind of thing normally, but Charlie has been talking about all the stuff y’all are working on when he stops by the bar at night. Hell, I didn’t even realize you were still around until someone told me what they heard. You probably don’t know since you’ve been away for a while, but Blue Ridge incorporated the whole mountain about five years ago.” He motioned with his hand. “Anything that happens up here, whether it is a new building or a simple repair, has to go through Mayor Remington’s office first.”
“Mayor Remington.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I see. Would Mayor Remington be related to the same family that owns almost all of the luxury cabin rentals up here?”
“There aren’t many Remingtons in Blue Ridge, so I’m sure you already know the answer to that question, Red.” He shrugged. “They own a lot more of them than they did when you left, too. If you’ll stop by the Mayor’s office tomorrow, I’m sure they’ll help you get everything filed properly—for the necessary fees.”
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