by Alina Sawyer
"Well, then. You have my gratitude, Mr. Riviera."
"I can't spend gratitude," he said, scrawling something on a watermarked paper, folding it. "Hand this to Morillo at the front. You've got the "murder central" suite on four and 24 hours of me turning the blindest eye you never did see."
"Much obliged," she said, standing and rewarding Riviera with a full view. He dreamily appreciated it from the safety of his side of the table.
"Good luck, babe. See you Saturday."
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It didn't take long to get his attention. In that dress, she had everyone's attention. With expert cues and signals, she drew him to her across the bar.
Riviera leered darkly from his table on the other side of the large room. Tosca felt his eyes.
Her prey was very attractive in person. Beautiful even. Long hair, partly-unbuttoned white silk shirt, lithe and graceful. So youthful, and full of life.
She'd break him over her knee.
She got him talking, his big, bright eyes fixated on her, animatedly expounding on...something or other. Looking for an "in," she asked what he did for a living.
Her mind had been skipping over the conversation so far, waiting for the right moment, but she suddenly rewound what she heard when his answer came back.
She had heard right. He wrote erotica films.
This was her chance. She immediately zeroed in on this aspect of the conversation. Got him to discuss details, where he got his inspiration, how "involved" he was in the process...more and more intimate, more and more hushed. Until finally, with another expert blush and perfectly executed shyness, she coyly asked if he could perhaps...demonstrate?
His eyes lit up.
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She'd offered. But he'd insisted on his own lavish room. Could be a trap. She was ready. But when she knocked, it was unlocked, and there he was, in the middle of the room straightening the bed nervously.
Tosca glided inside, gently closing the door behind her. She was no more clothed than she was before.
He crossed the room in two steps and gently put his hands on her sides, softly promising things she'd heard many times before, before putting kisses on her shoulders and neck. He was hers. It was only a matter of time now.
Wait. That wasn't supposed to happen. She hadn't felt him handcuff her wrists...but there they were, shackled together in front of her, while her "victim" carried on trying to seduce her. The kisses had felt kind of nice, nothing to write home about, when had she lapsed?
He was either very skilled, or just that naiv. Either she was at a terrible disadvantage and in incredible danger, or was about to kill someone very interesting. Either way, she needed to go along with it for a little while. So she reluctantly allowed him to hang the chain off of some convenient protrusion from the ceiling.
Her arms held harmlessly above her head, things got out of hand as he slid behind her. She was going to kick him in the groin and fling him against the mantle with both legs, but what he did wasn't a lethal attack. It was, however, an assault.
The dress. It left nothing to the imagination. And it protected nothing. Tosca had been touched by men before. But something different happened this time. His hands were certainly skilled, but not the greatest in her memory. It was something else. She'd never allowed herself to be bound before, never felt helpless under the touch of another. But with just the addition of a pair of handcuffs, a garment that was designed to lure prey suddenly felt incredibly revealing and unproductive. The man behind her reached through her dress, through her layers of deceptions and cover identities, past her defenses, and found her.
His hand slid under her braless breasts, and he carefully dodged her head as it fell back, gasping and holding a quivering breath as his other hand crept up her thigh, pulling up the skirt the half-inch required to reveal everything.
She still squeezed her legs shut, but her body had already given in to feelings she'd never imagined before. One hand didn't crush or wad but gently caressed her breasts, and just the soft underside, supporting an lifting them. The other had begun to insinuate itself into her waist band. Her head was completely resting on his shoulder now, her body draped backwards over his as her legs stopped supporting her, and she could only breathe gasps of shock interspersed with surprised moans, both growing as his fingertips softly teased her shaved mound, and nothing more.
She was out of breath when he stopped, her whole body tingling, quivering and weak. She just watched as he excitedly slid her meager panties down her thighs, calves, and her stiletto heels, which he carefully lifted out for her. Then, her heart raced as he, kneeling in front of her, slowly slid and folded her skirt, inch by inch, up her pelvis, over her hips, and above her bellybutton. She watched herself exposed, vulnerable, obscenely open like that, as if seeing her own body for the first time. Her breath came more and more in rasps.
Her legs had parted slightly by now, and he was behind her again, this time his hand occasionally finding her nipples and giving them a soft tease, while his other fingertips stroked her thighs, hips, belly, and everything but what her body wished they'd find, and soon.
Her suspended body sang like an expertly played harp until her breathy, delirious moaning began to include semi-coherent whispers. She softly intoned as his ministrations continued upon her, manipulating her, but giving her frustratingly little pleasure, until her sighs articulated into breathed words, please, oh, please, quietly begging him in a voice hushed by her uncontrolled passion.
After allowing even this to continue torturously for a small eternity, he released her again, and her head lolled forward once more, her hair now hanging in strands, her skin shining with sweat, her mouth hanging open as she panted hotly, looking at him helplessly. She could feel her thighs coated with a dripping sheen trailing from a quivering need inside her.
Just the feeling of him touching her ankles to part her legs was enough to make her shudder and her eyes roll back. The begging became barely coherent affirmation, oh yes, ohh yes, yes, as he fastened the straps of the spreader bar holding her thighs far apart, then back to begging as he positioned himself between them, letting him feel his breath on her.
He let her reach, then frustratedly thrust and twitch her hips toward him for a while before he reached under her and took hold of her behind and plunged his face into her. Her hair whipped as she threw her head back, arching her whole body and screaming. Pleasure and ecstasy took her over completely and she rode helplessly as he enthusiastically devoured her subdued form. Her cries became more desperate as he brought her to the verge of climax, and held her there until her voice became stressed, and tears began to leak from her eyes.
She sobbed gratefully as he released her bonds and mercifully stripped her. She needed so badly to be naked now. She caught her breath in a paralytic heap as he cuffed her hands again, this time behind her back. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the collar go on. He let her regain herself, then helped her to her feet...the look on her face was savage. She needed that tongue back. Now.
She flipped her tangled, sweat-soaked hair from her face to see him lying on the bed, waiting for her, fully erect, one hand gently holding the long leash affixed to the collar on her neck.
He tugged.
The nude and thoroughly ravaged woman, without even her shoes now, stepped unsteadily but with purpose toward the bed. She stalked herself over to it, climbed aboard using only her legs, and collapsed before it like a last meal; she bathed it with her tongue, up and down and under, kissed it with her whole mouth, took it in, all the way, swallowed it, and rose only with another tug at her leash.
She was desperate to give herself to him now. Her body ached. Needed. Hurt. Again without the use of her helpless arms, she drew herself up, and dragged herself over him.
As men must, he guided it with one hand, but awaited her action. It tickled the gate to her opening, and with as much care as she could muster in her state, she rested enough weight upon it to savor the feeling of clenching herself over the head before giving in to the t
hrobbing in her womb and slid wetly over him.
Her breasts thrust forward by the position of her arms, they bounced with her as she gyrated and ground hungrily into him, moaning unabashedly now, squeezing and pressing it as far inside her as it would go, savoring the pain of its size. Now free to enjoy herself, she indulged in his flesh, hedonistically spreading the dew of her wetness all over her thighs and him, twisting, arching, twitching as her whole body tingled electrically. She now teased herself, taking her time, fully drinking him in and consuming his power as deep inside her as she could pull him, until he finally reached for her, embraced and pinned her to his chest, and took her properly, thrusting into her with his whole body until her final release, which she screamed out as his own filled her with thick warmth...
She lay beside him on top of the covers, exhausted, the handcuffs still dangling off one wrist, the leash scattered across the bed. They rested in silence, besides her panting, him smiling at the ceiling at a fine demonstration of his art, her still somewhat catatonic, until finally he looked over at her, beaming.
"Was it good for you?" he asked smoothly.
She dizzily reached for a wineglass beside the bed, broke the bowl off the stem, and stabbed the jagged shank of crystal through his heart up to the stand.
"Oh, very," she breathed, now alone again.
The End.
Saturday Night
It was a Saturday night and I'd taken my girlfriend Sue out for dinner. We'd been together for 3 years and decided it would be great to celebrate, get drunk and end a perfect evening making love like drunken teenagers. I was already aware of Sue's hopes for the evening as she wore a tight black dress with a bra that pushed her perfect little breasts out more than I've ever seen; my eyes barely left her cleavage over dinner.
After our meal, Sue demanded that I take her to her favourite nightclub called Annabel's; where we could get drunk and horny before heading home to spend the early hours screwing into complete exhaustion. On arrival, we had shots of tequila and ordered a bottle of white wine and took a booth on the edge of the main dance floor.
Sue was pretty tipsy by now and as a thank you for dinner and all the drinks, had decided to mount me and subsequently kissed me hard with her soft, moist tongue exploring my mouth. Soon Sue dragged me onto the dance floor and we mingled into the crowd; grinding against each other and letting our hands explore. I grasped at Sue's breasts and kissed her neck before sliding each hand onto her bum and rubbing hips in rhythm to hers. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
Suddenly I opened my eyes, Sue was leaning forward talking to another guy; they were both laughing and Sue looked to smile at me. The man then handed Sue a ?20 note and she disappeared towards the bar. The man then introduced himself as Derek; he shook my hand firmly and leant over to talk.
"Hope you don't mind me saying but she is so hot, your one lucky guy!"
I smiled and nodded in a confused manner.
"I hope I'm not intruding, but she was staring right at me while you were dancing then." He explained.
"What's with the ?20 note then?"
"She told me to give her money for drinks while I introduce myself to you..."
Sue suddenly came back with another bottle of white wine and three glasses; smiling and walking with a real bounce in her step.
We moved to a quieter area of the club and sat drinking the wine. Derek sat opposite me and Sue, quietly drinking his wine and seemingly eyeing us up as a couple. I felt Sue's moist lips reach up to my ear. She whispered about how she had seen Derek watching us and how she had beckoned him over. I looked at Sue and she gave me a devilish smile similar to the one she had given me moments before we'd made drunk love in an alley way. At that moment I knew what Sue wanted most, and I was going to make damn sure that she got it.
I suddenly kissed Sue on the lips, pushing my tongue against hers whilst slipping a hand between her legs. Her skirt slipped up and revealed her dark red lacy panties to Derek sat opposite.
"I think you two should get a room!" Derek heckled.
Sue pulled away from me and looked at Derek with a smile.
"Is that an invite?"
Derek stood up and smiled, "Let's get a taxi..."
I led Sue out of the club and turned back to ensure Derek was following. I guessed that if he wasn't then we could still go home and have amazing sex, but fortunately Derek jumped into the taxi and told the driver the address.
On the journey, I continued to make out with Sue, using my hands all over her body and occasionally looking into Derek's eyes to make sure he was enjoying the show as he sat opposite us. I realised at this point that Derek was an older guy (30ish compared to me and Sue who are 23) and noticed how toned his upper body was. Sue's right leg was now stretched over, her foot place on Derek's groin and he was softly running his hand up and down her soft skin. The show was soon halted when we arrived at his house. I pulled Sue out and kissed her hard as Derek paid. As the taxi pulled away I felt him push his body against Sue's back placing his hands on her hips. Sue looked up behind her and smiled.
"Are you going to take us in then?
Derek pulled his keys out and swung them just in front of Sue's eyes. She reached out, grabbed them and proceeded to let herself into the house, instantly exploring each room looking at the expensive gadgets Derek had. I made my way to the bathroom and started to imagine what the next few hours had in store.
I wandered into the front room and sat next to Derek. Suddenly the lights dimmed and Sue walked into the room, she stopped in front of us and began to unbutton her tight dress. The dress suddenly hit the floor and she was stood there wearing her matching red lacy bra, panties and black high heeled shoes. Sue turned around slowly and began to bend over, her ass barely covered by her tiny panties. I felt my cock growing in my pants and knew it was the time to act.
I grabbed Derek's left hand and slapped it onto Sue's ass, making him stroke the soft skin. I then stood up and walked around in front of her. Pushing gently on her shoulders, Sue fell back onto Derek's lap and he instantly wrapped his muscular arms around her, before pulling her face to his and finally kissing her. I stood watching as his tongue explored her willing mouth and his large hands stroked aimlessly at her near naked body.
Derek skilfully removed her tight bra and allowed her pert breasts to bounce free; I instantly grasped them and began to lick her puffy erect nipples in turn, using my teeth to bite them gently.
Derek now focussed his attention on getting my girlfriend completely naked so that the real fun could begin. He spread her legs slightly and swiftly pulled at her panties; Sue lifted her bum and placed each of her arms around his head as she suddenly felt the cool air hit her now bare pussy. I looked down just as Derek pushed a finger into her tight pussy before pulling it out, Sue let out a cute sigh before putting her lips to Derek's.
I lean into their embrace and pulled Sue's face to mine and kissed her hard, sliding my tongue over her lips. I felt a tug at my trousers as my belt, button and zip became undone before they fell to the floor, my boxers were then pulled off and suddenly my cock was in the cool air. I stood up slowly and looked down; Sue had my cock in her hand and she was now pushing it into her mouth whilst Derek licked and kissed at her neck and earlobe. Sue opened wide and swallowed the tip of my cock, twisting her tongue around it whilst running a hand over Derek's face and neck.
I looked down and saw Derek's right hand fingering Sue's pussy as his left hand held her breast. I was becoming extremely horny and longed to get Sue into positions she could never dream of, leading to climaxes she never knew existed. I grabbed Sue out of Derek's arms, turned her around and pushed my cock against her back and bum, grinding against her. Derek now undressed and stood in front of us with his big cock within reach; I prevented this by holding Sue's hands behind her back. I lifted Sue into Derek's arms and led them into the bedroom, where Derek laid her on the bed and we stood looking down at her sweet naked body.
Sue lay on the bed, looking u
p at us; she rubbed at her clit and clenched at her breasts, slipping a finger into her now wet pussy. I stood next to Derek as we watched Sue tease push two fingers inside her pussy. She moved her eyes between us before sitting up and grabbing a hard cock in each hand, looking up at us with innocent eyes as her hands began to move up and down both shafts. Gently, she then licked at Derek's swollen end, pulling a few inches into her mouth before stopping for breath before doing the same to me. Derek squeezed his cock and precum oozed from the end as Sue licked around the end; as she pulled away, a string of saliva and precum stretch from her tongue to his cock, before it broke and fell onto Sue's chin. Derek looked down a laughed before pushing her back onto the bed.
Derek followed and lay next to her, kissing and stroking all over, before pulling her on top and allowing her to mount him. His cock rubbed against Sue's bare pussy as they made out; she rocked up and down on his toned body, massaging his cock against her clit and pubic bone. I finally moved in, pulled Sue's hips into the air and moved my mouth towards her pussy; I needed to make Sue wetter for him. Licking at her clit, and then into her pussy I felt Sue tense as I lick her from behind, pushing my nose into her bum and using my hands to raise her hips more to allow me greater entry.
Suddenly, a hand pushed past my face and I watched as Sue pulled Derek's cock against her wet pussy lips. With one swift movement, Sue pushed her upper body up and the cock slipped into her bare pussy. The swollen end stretched her and I smiled as I knew this was only Sue's second cock. Sue pushed down and made the cock slide deeper and deeper, until it finally disappeared completely.
Derek's cock was very long but on comparison I realised that my cock was much thicker and would offer different sensations for Sue. I decided to tease her by pulling Derek's cock out of her pussy, which suddenly turned back to ecstasy when I pushed it back in. I pulled Sue's upper body into mine as I knelt behind her; grinding my cock into her back. She rode Derek as I kissed her lips and used a hand to rub at her swollen clit causing Sue to climax loudly as I held her in my arms.
