I gagged again. This time he held my head firmly on his cock for an eternal second or two, then slowly slid out so I could breathe. “You’re doing great, beautiful girl, you’re trying so hard for me. One more time, hang in there.”
Then again, he slid his cock into my mouth. There was pubic hair all around my nose, but it wasn’t til he’d gone even further that my nose brushed the skin of his belly. God, his cock was so long! I choked, tried to relax, tried to take just a little more to show him I was a good girl. The hands that were so firmly holding my head relaxed a little. Tad petted my head and then pulled his cock out.
“That’s good, that’s plenty for now, Alex girl. It’s time for you to come for me. Stand up,” Tad said.
I scrambled to my feet. The chain between my nipples flopped as I moved and fresh pain shot up from my tits. My pussy throbbed and it felt like my arousal was a distant cousin of the pain in my tits. Tad’s hands had disappeared, leaving me dizzy, blind, afraid to move in the center of the room. Then his hands were back, wordlessly turning me around, urging me to take a step forward.
“Yes. Bend over – yes, that’s it.”
I bent at the waist, confused, totally lost in the darkness. His hands moved my arms forward and wrapped my fingers around cold metal – the foot of the bed, maybe?
“Spread your legs for me, Alex.” The hands slid down my curves, over the swelling line of my butt where I bent forward, down onto my fleshy thighs. I felt a blush rising as I shuffled my legs apart.
“Wider, Alex,” Tad chided. “I want to see every inch of you.”
I spread my legs wider. My hands were clamped far apart on the bed frame and my feet were spread almost as wide as my hands. I tried not to pant, not to freak out at the thought of Tad looking at my sex. I jumped when his fingers trailed down my butt to my gaping pussy, and I jumped again when another hand thumped my throbbing nipple.
“Tad,” I moaned.
“Soon, beautiful,” he soothed. Then his finger plunged into my pussy. “So wet,” he said. A second finger joined the first, widening my channel, making me hiss with delight. He fucked my sex, over and over, never once touching my clit. If he had, I would have come right then, but his sure fingers just kept pounding away at my g-spot. I moaned and shook and held onto the metal bedframe for dear life.
“Are you ready to come for me, Alex?” he finally asked.
I was panting rhythmically and I half-yelled, “Yes!”
Suddenly, with a blinding flash of pain, Tad yanked the chain between the nipple clamps, ripping them free of my abused flesh. I screamed once, short and loud, at the pain, then screamed again as my orgasm hit. The blood rushed back into my swollen breasts, sending shocks of lightning through me. My pussy clenched around his invading fingers as Tad kept on fucking me with his hand.
When I finally calmed down, Tad was stroking my back with one hand while he slowly worked his fingers inside me with the other. “Oh yes, Alex, you were so beautiful and so brave and so fucking sexy, girl.” His hand slid down and cupped my aching tit. I groaned. “You’ve got me so hard, baby. I need you to do it again. Suck my cock again before I put the condom on and fuck your brains out, Alexa.”
I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, feeling as helpless as a baby bird. Tad’s fingers opened my mouth again, and again, it was deeply erotic. My tits felt twice as big as usual, huge and swollen and hot, and when I took his hard cock in my mouth I felt like I could take anything. Tad’s hands clamped in my hair and he groaned and plunged into me as his cock throbbed in my throat. For a moment, I felt like a conquering sex goddess – I had made this incredibly hot guy moan desperately! Then I couldn’t breathe, and I was the one bucking against him, trying to escape. Tad held me against him for a moment and then pushed me off of him.
“Oh, God, good girl Alex. Well done.” I could hear the distinctive noise of a condom wrapper ripping, then the wet rubber sound of the condom going on. “Do you want to come? Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nodded, then whispered, “Yes.”
“Stand up!”
I stood and Tad spun me around, guiding me a few steps in one direction and then spinning me around again. He pushed and I fell back with a shriek. I fell backwards only an inch or so before my thighs hit the bed. My tits were throbbing as I crawled backwards on my elbows, feeling Tad’s warmth above me. “Do you want my cock, beautiful girl? Do you want to come, Alex?” he asked, voice rough with passion. A finger found my clit and then slipped inside my channel.
I groaned. “Yes, Tad, yes, fuck me, please!”
The fingertip disappeared and his cock was suddenly sliding inside my sheath. I whimpered, pleading wordlessly, and wrapped my arms around Tad’s muscular shoulders. His chest rasped on my aching nipples as he leaned down to kiss me. Tad’s cock plunged into me, pounding me further open with every stroke. I couldn’t think, couldn’t even consider how unusual it was for a man to make me come so fast, then push me into such arousal again. His wet skin slapped against my clit, bringing little sparks of arousal through my body, and I curved my pelvis to meet him.
Tad finally broke the kiss, sucking at my lip as he lifted his head from mine. He ran his hand through my hair, then grabbed a fistful of dark curls and pulled my head to the side. I lay exposed to him, bared in some deep primal sense, and I felt my arousal increase even more. I clawed at his back, whimpering and begging to come again, and I screamed as he bit my neck. My pussy clenched on his cock as I exploded into another orgasm, and I felt him swell then stiffen as he came with me.
We lay like dead things for an eternity. Eventually Tad propped himself up, pulled out, and pushed the blindfold off of me. The light was blinding, but more than that, the new sensory input was overwhelming. I started to cry, great convulsions under him.
“Ohh, it’s ok, beautiful. Shhh,” Tad said. He wrapped my arm around his neck and then flopped over on his side so I was pulled into his chest. The crying stopped as mysteriously as it had started, and moments later I was sniffling and feeling very foolish.
I snuffled, swallowed, tried my voice. “I don’t want to give you a big head or anything, but that was pretty outstanding, Tad.”
He laughed, booming against my chest. “Yes, it was. You sure that was your first time doing anything kinky? You are a born submissive in bed.”
I scowled and punched him in the ribs. “I’ll submissive you!”
“In bed! Just in bed. I can’t wait to do that again.” The redhead rolled me off of him. “Lemme get rid of this –” he waggled the limp, slimy condom at me “—and I’ll be right back. You need anything?”
“Nah,” I said, pulling a corner of the comforter onto my body. “Oh, wait, yes! Bring my phone, please; I have to let Lisa know you didn’t kill me.”
A few minutes later, and several miles away, Lisa’s phone buzzed. She laughed when she read the message: U r right. He is v dirty! ;)
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I’m Bellatrix Turner, and I live in Northern California with my indulgent husband, two very weird cats, and one boisterous Labrador. I love to write, and I hope you enjoy my work! You can follow my Twitter or my Tumblr to stay up to date on new releases or get a sneak peek of what I’m working on next. Or click here to check out my Amazon Author Page. As always, thanks for reading!
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If you liked this story, be sure to check out some of my other works! This is an excerpt from At the Prince’s Pleasure, the story of a young noblewoman married to a foreign prince.
My new husband had stepped back and was eyeing me up and down. “We will do this, then your dancing. Tonight will be better, but I must make you mine now.”
He reached for me and I took an instinctively fearful step backwards. My knees ran into the bed and I sat down quite suddenly. “Eeep!” I squeaked, suddenly afraid.
The big man stepped forward and knelt before me. He flipped my frothy white skirts up, exposing my legs, and I gasped in shock. His big hands landed on my knees and skimmed up the sides
of my tightly closed legs and I forgot to breathe. His hands were huge and rough with callouses, but his touch was soft and I felt a strange tingling start deep within my body.
He slid his hands back down the tops of my thighs then slipped his thumbs between my knees. “Easy, girl,” he rumbled, as he pressed my legs an inch apart. Then his hands stroked up the soft skin of my inner thighs. I realized I was clutching the bedsheets, growing more and more lightheaded in the confines of my corset. When his thumb stroked across the silk of my panties, I gasped in the biggest breath possible with a hissing moan.
“Yes, good,” he said, sliding his thumb up and down the silk. His rough skin caught on the silk, making crackling noises, and the pressure of it set off crackling sensations between my legs. To my great shame, I felt wetness forming between my inner lips as he continued to stroke me. He rumbled, a pleasant sound, when he felt the dampness. “Yes!” he said, pleased. “Take them off?”
I looked down at the big man kneeling before me. A hopeful gleam was in his eye, and I bit my lip and stood, holding my skirts around my waist. His fingers hooked in the seam of my panties and he eased them over the cheeks of my butt. The touch of his fingers sent more fire through me and I blushed as my sex got even wetter. The white silk fell to the floor and I stepped out of the undergarments.
The prince gently pushed me back onto the bed again. I fell back on my elbows, but I couldn’t even see him for the froth of skirts bunched up around my waist. He pinned my knees open with his elbows, then used his fingers to open my sex up. I fell back onto the bed, dying of shame yet feeling pulses of pleasure in my sex.
“Pretty pussy,” the man rumbled. I flushed even deeper at his words. “Wet, but you need more wet,” he continued. Before I could figure out what he meant, I felt something hot and moist latch on to my sex. I shrieked in mingled surprise and delight as I realized he’d fastened his mouth on me down there. His tongue explored between my lips, then crawled upwards above my hole, to lap against the little nub situated there. I moaned loudly and then clapped a hand over my mouth as I remembered the priest outside the door. And doubtless Yvette had snuck back into the solar and was listening outside that door!
The prince lapped at my sex — my pussy, he called it — like a cat in the cream. His tongue licked up through my hole and over my nub, over and over again, and I felt the strangest sensation of urgency building in me. I shoved my fist in my mouth and bit down, trying not to make noises like a cat in heat, as he licked me over and over. When my thighs started to shake, he changed tactics. Suddenly his lips latched on to the little nub that was emitting such wonderful sensations, and he sucked and nibbled at it until my world dissolved. I let out a muffled shriek as my head exploded in ecstasy and the world dissolved into darkness.
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And here’s an excerpt from Mounted by the Minotaur, the story of a reluctant virgin bred by the Minotaur of Crete!
“But I’m a sworn holy virgin,” I protested, even while my treacherous hand closed around the throbbing cock.
“I’ll be gentle,” Tauros said, but his right hand gave the lie to his words as he squeezed my small nipple between his big coarse fingers. I gasped and writhed as fiery passion awoke within me, and my ringed hand clenched instinctively around his shaft for a moment.
Tauros closed in to my neck again, and when I tried to get away he grabbed the side of my head to pin me against the wall. His rough, slimy tongue darted out again, licking slowly and sensuously up my neck. The tip of the muscle curled in, tickling my ear, and I shrieked and wiggled as the sensation drove wild feelings through my whole body. Tauros let me go for a moment, but a moment later he was back, licking my neck and nudging his leg between my knees.
“I — no, Tauros, I can’t —“ I objected, pushing weakly at his hard torso. His hands slid down my sides, bunching up my linen shift, and his thigh slowly worked its way higher between my legs. I was trapped, and I moaned when his leg jammed into my crotch. My shift was riding high around my waist as I wrapped my arms around the big creature’s neck. I ran my fingers through the short fur covering his bull’s head, luxuriating in how different it felt from a man’s smooth skin.
“Mmm, Aldara, chosen by Cybele,” the Minotaur purred, “let me breed you. You know your goddess would approve, Aldara.” His hands yanked the linen shift up so he could paw at my breasts. “Let me fill you with my bull’s seed, little one.”
“No!” I protested, suddenly panicking. “I’m a virgin! I’m sanctified to Cybele! You can’t do this!” I twisted frantically, ducked under his arm, and bolted down the hall. I could hear the Minotaur pounding behind me, and a few strides later, his arms caught my waist. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and pounded at his monstrous head, but he swept my legs out from under me and threw us both down to the stone floor. He knelt above me, his huge bull’s head blocking out the sun.
I scooted backwards, wailing, but his hands grabbed my legs and pulled me back toward him. My linen shift ran up above my waist again, and his fingers hooked around my underwear and yanked my panties down to my knees. “Hush, Aldara, I won’t hurt you, but you smell so good,” the monster crooned as he revealed my sex.
With one of his hands, the Minotaur grabbed a fistful of my dress, pinning me down. The light coating of fur around my lips was wet, and his hand sent jolt of electricity through my body as he ran the fingers of his other hand through it. I gasped as his big rough finger slid across my nub and plunged into my depths. His finger felt like it was the size of his fist as it violated my sacred depths.
“No, nooo!” I wailed.
He pulled his hand from between my legs and sniffed deeply at it. “But you are ready, little heifer! Your body is crying out to be bred!” Tauros’s enormous pink tongue darted out and wrapped completely around his shining finger. He moaned, a low and feral sound, then dropped his head between my thighs.
His broad cow’s nose was slick and wet as he forced my thighs apart. I fought to keep my legs together, but the Minotaur relentlessly shoved his head into my secret spot. That enormous tongue licked my pussy lips, then forced its way between them into my hole. His tongue snaked up into my channel while his wet nose ground into my clit, and my screams took on a new note. My treacherous body, betrayed by the stupid magic ring, responded to the monster’s caress.
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