by J. S. Wilder
I don’t give a shit.
“Pump me harder, Greed. This isn’t a sailing trip, it’s a bumpy car ride.” I grab her ass and push her down deeper. She wails as the head of my cock slams against her cervix. I’m holding her straight, not giving her any room to adjust to the length. She’s in pain…
Begging me to stop.
Pleading to come again.
I push Greed off my cock and to the side, standing from the bed. I carry them both over to the bench, one on each arm, like they are a pair of rag dolls. I lay Greed on the top bench and push Lust in the bottom one. They’re so close, but not touching each other. All they’d hear are each other’s screams as I move my cock from one to the other.
Both are faced down and both yelling for more. The benches are cold on purpose, steel metal cold. I bend down and hold Greed’s ass as I thrust my cock in. She screams out in agony, already worn out. I pump her hard, so hard I can see the scratches on her butt as I reach out and stand up to do the same to Lust.
Every time one can feel my cock she screams louder, and the other cries out in anticipation. I move from one to the other, hard and fast, but steadily increasing. I continue grabbing their asses and pumping each only once before moving on to the other.
It is like Christmas coming fucking early when I jerked inside Greed. I didn’t have time to climax inside Lust. Greed got it all.
I stand shivering and in awe about my aggression when the alarm sounds. I have two minutes to get out of here before Tina enters. I make sure Tina never sees me naked. The cameras are turned off so no one sees what goes on in the dungeon. It’s only for my pleasure. Out of the blue Lust reaches out and touches my leg. I fucking hate it.
No woman touches me.
Two years, over a hundred women, and none have come close…
Until now.
Chapter Twelve
Tonight is the training session with the remainder of the girls. I don’t have the energy. I came home at two thirty in the morning and I slept till seven. That’s late. One thing for is for sure: I don’t sleep much. This time, I was tired, real tired.
Tina sent me a text this morning as I arrived at the gym, that she tried to wake Greed and Lust after I left, but they fell asleep on the bench and wouldn’t wake up.
How the fuck do you sleep on a cold metal bench?
She waited until six and then told them they had to leave before the gym opened. I told her to get some sleep, so she could take her time coming in today. Tonight we have the next session with two new ladies, so she’ll have another late night.
I don’t trust anyone aside from Tina to handle the ladies, brief them, or anything else for that matter; only her. If Tina’s sick one day and can’t do it, then I’m fucked.
I need to stop relying on her for everything. I’ve never slept with Tina. A man can only trust two women: one that he has never slept with and his mother. I don’t trust my mother, but I do trust Tina. I trust her with my life.
“Hey, Carl,” I shout as he enters Tina’s office.
It’s a secret that they’re together. Well, not to me. I’m not sure why they think no one knows. It’s kind of obvious the way they both look at each other like they’re an item.
“Yeah,” Carl asks and he pauses, surprised to see me at Tina’s chair. ”How come you’re in Tina’s chair? Where’s she at?”
Women consider him good looking. He has the typical beach boy look, the blue eyes, and blond hair. He’s a little smaller than me, but one thing for sure, he’s too perfect, flawless.
This is why women love me. I’m unusual. My nose is a bit bent from the fights I used to get into as a kid. Having a horny dad and a mom that ran off didn’t go down too well in the playground.
“At home, but then I thought you would know this.” He nervously scratches his head, fucking surprised that I knew they were together.
Idiot.
“Right. Later,” he says as he rushes out of the door. Friday can’t come soon enough, because I want more of Lust.
I can’t believe I’m on Tina’s computer doing the one thing I never do: snoop. I’m never curious to find out their real names or what they do. Normally, I don’t give a shit. This time I need to know, and as much as it scares me that I’m crossing this line, I can’t get Ms. Watson out of my mind. Even when I got back home and fell asleep, all my dreams were about her in the dungeon.
Shit, I’m really losing it….
Chapter Thirteen
Tonight’s the graduation celebration dinner. This week has been fucking exhausting. Monday my dick nearly fell off. Luckily, Tuesday I called in some help. I couldn’t do it alone. Shit, I didn’t feel like it. Wednesday, they were fucking horny bitches and as for Thursday, I almost had to call the fire brigade.
They were sucking it like there was no tomorrow. Glad I called Steve in, one of the trainers. He’s a horny prick. I made him take over. Normally, I’m selfish, but this week I was fucking exhausted. I think I even slept through Friday’s events. I can’t even remember what happened. I’m so fucking tired.
I am just glad it’s Saturday. I have no intention of going back to the gym this weekend. No fucking way. Tonight is a meal with all the ladies on the BNU program in a nearby Chinese restaurant. Everyone parties and enjoys themselves. The ladies hang lose and it’s a great way to end the sessions. I suppose in a way it’s a farewell party.
This fucking Sunday I don’t think I’ll even get out of bed at this rate. No more sessions for another six weeks. Only three a year and this was the first one of the year. Something tells me that it’ll probably be the last.
I get ready for eating, drinking, dancing, and eventually ending up at home passed out on my sofa. “You ready to rock and roll,” Tina screams out as she comes into my office. Someone is in a party mood. I sense it in the way her arms wave up and down and the sparkle in her clear blue eyes.
She grabs my hand and leads me out of the office. Fuck, I’m so not in the mood. My bed’s calling my name. Strange, normally the only thing that calls my name are bitches. I’m feeling casual tonight in my white shirt and tight jeans. Sometimes I dress up, I just don’t have the energy tonight.
My recruits graduated, all ten made it through. Tonight, I’ll set them free to go out and do all they have learned and more with other men, or women, whatever they fancy. It’s not my business.
As soon as we get to the restaurant I look out for Lust, real name Mia. I scan every face like I’m using x-ray vision, and as soon as I see her I sit across from her, avoiding the rest of the women screaming my name and giving me unwanted attention. I fucking wanted her attention.
This shit is so not right. Women crave my attention. Not the other way around. It started the night I fucked her and just won’t go away. She is turning me into something I’ve never been before and I didn’t even know existed in me: ATTACHED.
“You’re free,” she mouths across the table, placing her fists together and pulling them apart.
Funny. I wish. I’m far from it, because I can’t get her out of my mind. The noise in the restaurant is loud on top of the music. Some of the women are sharing their newly acquainted set of abs.
Tina and I were only a few minutes late, but I get the impression some of the ladies arrived a lot earlier. In a way I don’t blame them, because most of them are away from home. The whole point of being in a new place is to explore.
Mia looks stunning in a red backless dress that is way too short. I drop my phone on the floor to get a sneak preview under the table. As I do she opens her legs. I can smell her fucking pussy across the table. I think she’s bare and free from undies. I want to fucking eat it, drink it, and suck her wetness. She’s calling me with her fucking pussy in full glory. My cock rises to the occasion. It wants to go home in her folds. This woman has me under a spell, because I’m losing control.
She gets up and heads to the bathroom. I follow her like a fucking dog on a leash. Shit, the tables have turned. I don’t follow women they fucking follow
me. I practically run to the bathroom like I am on a scavenger hunt. She pushes me against the wall in the hall like her fucking puppet. Six foot, thirty eight-inch frame and ten inch manpower is acting like a fucking pussy.
Shit, can the real Alex please stand up?
She grabs my hand and puts it up her wet pussy.
No undies.
Shit, I am speechless.
I fucking created a porn star.
I hesitate as I touch her pussy. Half naked, my cock wants to slip into that socket. I lift her up and charge into the bathroom. Shit, I don’t even check if it is the men’s or the women’s. I pound into her against the door. If anyone tries to push open the door, they will hear her screaming or her back slamming against the wall like a tennis ball.
What has this Mia done that no woman has ever been able to do? What’s different about her?
She’s got me losing my control. I don’t do random fucks unless I want to, especially when I thought I was coming out to eat. I can’t fucking resist her. She encourages and I fucking fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. She’s making me fucking mad; mad for breaking the rules, and mad for making me fuck her.
Oh shit, I come so quickly. I shot up her like an injection and she shakes with relief as I let go of her. She pushes me out of the way and grabs some tissue to clean up before she heads back into the restaurant like nothing happened. I put my limp dick back in my pants.
I turn to see the urinals confirming I’m in the men’s restroom. I start searching the stalls, because I can hear some noise. I’m shocked to see some guy jerking off as if he is watching porn. I am speechless when he asks if I could bring her back so he could jerk off again. Sick fuck.
I shake my head and walk back into the restaurant without even washing my hands. I want to see Mia just one more time, maybe out in the car park, or even better, on top of my car.
I suppose it’s not so bad, because after tonight I won’t see her again, ever.
***
After the meal, the owners move some of the tables to create a dance floor. I’m so not in the mood, but the girls are calling out for me to do some dirty dancing. I feel her watching me. Every time I look in her direction her eyes are on me. I hate it. Normally, I stare.
What the fuck’s going on?
After the last lady gives me a chance to escape, I head to the sofa to sit down. I’m exhausted from all the dirty dancing, and the week’s events in the room. Mia comes over and sits on me, no shame, no holding back, with complete access to her pussy, in the corner of the restaurant. Here she is grinding me. I taught her well, because the music’s playing and I’m hard.
Fuck it, I’ll bend the rules one night.
She’s coming home with me.
I’m not going to apologize in the morning when I send her home, complete with an out of body experience. Luckily, the other instructors are here. They love flirting with the ladies.
Tina wants to do more events as an aspiring business model. She says we should get more instructors involved, but I don’t trust anyone; only Tina, and she doesn’t have a dick.
Even boot camp is a push. Shit, how do I know that the guys won’t get greedy and have secret sessions? Men get greedy just like women. I’m not starting an illegal porn ring or want anyone getting attached to these bitches. I don’t want the responsibility of someone getting knocked up. In this day and age there are so many diseases floating around, because one person gets careless.
I’m a control freak and I like it that way.
This way no one gets hurt.
No one gets sick.
Chapter Fourteen
This fucking ain’t me. Did I really bring Mia back with me? Nah, I’m dreaming. I drank too much at the club. See, that’s why I don’t like drinking. Makes you do stupid things. Things that you regret and you can’t take back.
So, why am I still stroking her back. We came back and I stripped her and she passed out. I was relieved. We kissed and couldn’t get our hands of each other in the cab. Shit, it’s almost as if we were lovers. I see lovers doing this type of shit all the time.
In the club, on the street. Shit even in the fucking gym.
There’s always one thing on my mind.
Suckers.
Relationships, are for suckers.
People that believe that giving their heart to another is the answer to their prayers.
They’re wrong.
Why do I have this warm feeling having her by my side?
In my bed.
I’ve never had a woman in my bed.
Never!
Shit, my mother did this to me. She turned me into a cold-hearted bastard. She left me when I was a kid and it still fucking hurts and I’m a grown man. I thought I haven’t got a heart. How could I? My mom ditched me as a kid and only comes back when she’s run out of money or to get away with whatever shit situation she’s in at that time.
I used to think I couldn’t be worth anything. Everyone’s mom I know, all the guys in the gym and outside all are in contact with their mom’s. The only ones that have no contact are the ones whose moms are dead.
Shit, that’s the only reason a mom ditches a child, because she isn’t alive. Or the child is just bad and wants nothing to do with her. I’m just bad in bed. Not in business. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be making a fortune.
Over a hundred gees a year in profit. No formal education. No degree. Just learning how to survive and more.
“So, we just going to fuck?”
“Sorry?” I’m lost in my thoughts. I didn’t even notice that she was facing me while stroking my hair.
Women are always after me, but they only want one thing. My fat cock in their pussy. They don’t want to lie down in my bed, they don’t want to have a conversation. All they want is my tongue in their pussy or down their throat.
“I’m going to teach you something Alex.”
Uneasy with her words. Unable to deal with her coming home with me and sleeping in my bed. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked the question, ”What?”
“I’m going to make love to you.”
I wasn’t down with this at all. This woman wants me, to stay with me, because I’m me. She knows nothing about me. Nothing about who I am or what I really am? How could she decide she wants to love me?
She climbs on top of me slowly. Never taking her eyes of me. Her hands slowly touch the side of my face. It’s covered with her long hair. I gently brush it to the side. Gently. I’m not used to being gentle. I command and they do as they say. I can’t say a word. Everything’s being dominated by this woman.
Mia.
Lust.
The one that I’ve had my eye on from the start, because of her mom. Her beauty’s pure and innocent. Gentle and caring not like her mom. She was never coarse or demanding like her mom. The complete opposite.
She gently presses her lips to mine and I’m lost. Lost in her touch. Lost in her scent. I embrace it. I want her to control me. Do what she pleases with me. Sunday was meant to be a day I caught up on my sleep. I’m getting the impression it’ll be spent catching up on sex with Mia.
***
It’s been one week since, Mia’s session ended. One week since we’ve been living like a fucking married couple. She stayed over on Sunday, and then Monday I couldn’t let her go. Tuesday I finally made my way into the gym and left half day. Every day since then, she’s here at my penthouse waiting for me. Surely, she’s got a home to go back to. She only rented a suite here for a week, not eternity. I think she’s only been there once to pick up some clothes. When she declared she couldn’t keep walking around all day naked or in my shirt. Personally, I love the idea of her walking round naked all day in the penthouse.
I’m too scared to ask her. I can’t believe I’m thinking this. I watch her taking the pots and pans like she’s in her own apartment or house. I just got home from the gym and she’s asking about my day as if it interests her. She asks me the same thing each and every night.
“How w
as your day?”
“What did you get up to?”
I answer, knowing I need to get this thing of my chest. When she finishes cooking whatever it is that smells so good then I’ll ask her. No fucking about. I’ll get straight to the point. Why is she still here?
I lay the small breakfast table and figure out that she’s cooking my favorite meal, spaghetti bolognese I love that smell. The hot tomato sauce and the spicy mince. Ever since I went to Italy, it has been my all-time favorite meal . She asked me what it was before I left for the gym this morning. Never thought she would go to the trouble of cooking it tonight.
This whole thing is like a fucking fairytale.
Yet, feels so real.
As we sit down to eat. I thank her for the meal and take a couple of mouthfuls. The boiling hot sauce and the spaghetti. Damn, the woman could cook.
“So”
“So?” she replies giving me her killer smile.
That smile can melt hearts. That smile’s melting mine. I avoid eye contact so we continue the conversation and I don’t stray away due to temptation. I want to put her on my lap and fuck her right now. I need to focus on the talk.
“It’s not that I don’t want you here. …I just don’t get it. How comes you’re not going back?”
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. We’re sitting across each other on the small round table. The one with two chairs. Why two? Cause the only other person I ever ate with at this apartment is the odd friend, Matt or Kevin. Tina comes over once in a while. Usually, I go to hers. She says my place’s a bachelor pad unlike hers.
“Nathan.”
What? Who?
She pauses and swallows what could be her last bite for the evening. Her face goes pale like all the blood has drained out of her. She’s far from the beauty in her little tank top and shorts that I saw cooking in the kitchen a few moments ago.
“My mom signed me up with you.”
She avoids looking at me and starts sipping water to avoid the troubled look on my face.
