by Powerone
would live to endure. But here she was, bound and naked, James behind her, half of his cock embedded in her clenching rectum. And he was only beginning, she was sure that he would drive it deeper into her guts.
Carrie's finger stretched her anus, twisting and turning in her dry passage, watching
Candy who was inside and taking the real thing in her rectum. James' head was thrown
back in pleasure, the sheer joy on his face in sharp contrast to the pained look that was etched on Candy's face, her eyes shedding tears, her lips clenching tightly in pain. But it was only the beginning. James began to fuck her ass.
He pulled his cock out an inch, just for enough leverage, then shoved back in,
grunting as he fought her virgin anus, brutally shoving aside all resistance until her muscles stopped him. Out again, pausing for just a second, hearing Candy breathing
heavily as she waited for the next thrust in her rectum. He shoved, over half of his cock buried in her guts, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft, bringing such delight to his balls. e He He He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, seeing the pained look on her face. "Take it." He gave her a couple of rabbit fucks, driving his cock in and out of her rectum with sharp, shallow strokes. He then threw his hips forward in one powerful thrust that buried his cock deep into her bowels, her insides clenching on his cock with such pleasure, overshadowing Candy's scream of pain. His cock jerked and jumped in her tight rectum, Candy grunting with each movement. He wouldn't last long, the need to cum building in his balls.
It felt like a giant log shoved up her ass, making her back straight as it forced its way into her guts, her silky insides clinging to the thick shaft almost lovingly in spite of the pain.
Her stomach turned each time he shoved deeper inside her, pulling out almost as painful as shoving inside. He yanked her hair, it felt like he was ripping it from her scalp, but nothing could take away the pain of the cock that was gripped by her intestines. She hated herself for asking for this misery, James pumping her for all he was worth. When he
wanted more pleasure, he would slap her ass, her muscles tightening on his shaft in
response, almost as if she were a trained dog for his pleasure. She felt him clinging on her back, his hips still driving in and out of her rectum, his hands snaking around to find her pussy. Two fingers entered her pussy; feeling like the whole area between her legs was being impaled by one giant cock. His other hand slid up to her clit, pinching it to erection no matter how much Candy tried to fight it. She couldn't let him make her cum. Not while ass fucking her. She fought the urges that his experienced fingers tried to coax from her body, feeling his two fingers inside her rubbing his cock on the other side of the thin membrane that separate her rectum from her pussy. He was jerking his cock off inside her body. He would pinch her clit, driving her ass back, impaling her ruptured anus onto his waiting cock. Back and forth, he made her fuck him, her anus speared repeatedly by his rampaging cock. "No!" She fought the urges that raced through her body. She tugged on the bondage that kept her pinned, bucking back and forth on the fingers that pinched her sensitive clit until it was sore and swollen. The pain began to mix with the pleasure, Candy's body bounced around for James' pleasure. She fought all she could, but James
cumming in her set her off. She felt him shove deep inside her, his cock swelling larger, her insides cramping on the thick cock. Then she felt it, like a fire hose spurting her deep in her bowels, fiery, hot salty sperm blanketing her guts with his abundant creme. His fingers twisted and turned in her pussy, Candy clenching possessively on them while her clit exploded in pleasure as James squeezed the blood from the swollen head.
Carrie came with them, her anus clenching on her finger, her clit battered by her own
fingers. She watched the two of them cumming, both of their heads thrown back in joy, the indistinguishable shouts of joys heard outside the house. Carrie could only imagine what it must feel like to have your intestines flooded with hot sperm, her rectum thrilled by James'
cock. She moved quickly away from the window as James' body slumped over Candy.
James heard the crackling of the bushes near the window, pulling his cock from
Candy's anus with a loud pop, his milky sperm leaking from her swollen, red anus. It was no longer tiny. He raced to the window just in time to see the light come from Carrie's kitchen, showing her as she opened the door. So, she had a good view of all that
happened. Let's see if she still goes on our date. If she does, she will pay dearly for this transgression. If she wanted to watch, all she had to do was ask.
CHAPTER 8
A Date and a Test
Carrie lay in her bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin in spite of still being warm
outside. She was naked. Her mind kept racing through the scene she saw in James'
house. She had seen things like that on the Internet, but there it looked all staged and planned, Carrie never sure if anyone really did it in real life. James had bound Candy and taken her ruthlessly. Her mouth, her pussy, even her anus serviced his cock. All while bound. In spite of it all, it looked like Candy enjoyed it, even cumming while James fucked her in the ass. Should Carrie still go out to dinner with James tomorrow night? If their relationship turned sexual, would he want to do the same things to her? Would she let
him? Her fingers slid down over her bare stomach, teasing the silky, fine hairs of her pussy, her legs spreading in anticipation. Her pussy was already wet when she peeled
back her pussy lips, her fingers gliding up and down her slit with ease. She kicked off the blanket, her legs pulling back, bowing out as if offering up her sex to James. Two fingers entered her pussy, her insides clenching on them, feeling the fullness. She wished she had brought her vibrator with her. Her other fingers found her clit, not surprised that it was still swollen in spite of cumming. It took only a couple of minutes to cum again, though Carrie still was not satisfied. She needed something else, not sure what it was.
She changed her mind at least ten times, one time actually going to the phone,
though she didn't dial the number. James scared her. And excited her, not sure which one more. And she was more afraid of herself. Jesse had forced her to do many things, Carrie allowing him in spite of the bondage. Or maybe because of it. Was it her way to rationalize the performance of acts to which she would not normally consent?
The knock on the door scared her, Carrie jumping in spite of knowing that James
would be here soon. She put a touch of perfume between her breasts, pulling the wide
expanse of her open top closed as though she was changing her mind. Her heels clicked
on the hardwood floors as she went to the back door, seeing James smiling back at her
through the window of the door.
Obviously, she was still going out with him, in fact it looked like she went all out to entice him, though not much was needed. She opened the door with a sweet smile on her
face, though far from an innocent one. She was wearing a black skirt that went down to her knees, but was tight enough to make it sexier, James itching to see her from behind.
Her top was black silk, a button down, though the buttons didn't start until they were half way down the front, a sharp contrast to the white skin that was contrasted. A bra wasn't needed or required. James couldn't pull his eyes away from the gentle bounce of her tits as she let him in. He finally looked down at her long legs, taut muscles highlighted by the three-inch heels. He liked a girl in heels. Especially naked ones.
His eyes looked her over, Carrie making sure that he got an eyeful, turning sideways,
sure that her blouse pulled away, leaving him a hint of her naked breasts. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but if she was going to go out with a man, she was going to try to attract him. No matter what she was attracting. And James looked good. He was wearing
a dark blue pair of casual pants, though the creases looked almost perfect, as did
the fit.
These were not off the rack. A light blue pullover clung to his chest as well as his arms. He might be mid forties, but he had the body of a thirty something. Her eyes couldn't help but to stare down to the front of his slacks, Carrie licking her lips without thinking, the vision of his cock coming back to her.
"If I knew you were going to look this good, I would have cancelled my plans last night." His cock hardened at the sight of her, though he really didn't mind. And from her look, neither did she, her eyes falling to the front of his pants.
"I just hope it was worth it last night," Carrie unable to not to respond to his comment.
"With you, I'm sure it would have been better." James couldn't leave it alone, knowing that she knew exactly what he did.
She dropped the subject, not wanting to reveal her secret to him. She picked up her
purse, James holding the door for her as she closed and locked it behind her. "Don't look,"
Carrie putting the key in the planter near the door. "My mother's tradition. I can't seem to give it up." She didn't know why she tried to defend her actions to him. James still had the top down on the Mercedes.
"Do you mind?" James saw the way she looked at the car, but she did have a
convertible also. Most girls didn't like the top down, too fussy with their hair.
"Not at all, I do love nature and the outside. But you can't complain about my hair."
"A redhead can do no wrong as far as I am concerned." He loved her hair. "Natural?"
He became bolder.
Carrie gave him a sheepish look. She got into the car, making sure that her skirt rode up higher. "You'll have to find out." She sat down as James closed the door.
James got into the car, the engine booming to life as he turned the key. "It'll be a pleasure." He put the car into gear, the tires spinning on the gravel as they pulled into the street for the short ride into town.
Almost all the men in the restaurant looked at Carrie as they walked in, James liking
that he was the one she was with.
They were eating their salad, a bottle of wine already half gone. "What do you do for a living?" Carrie popped the question out of the clear blue. James looked up from his salad, though not surprised by her question.
"I'm a writer. I was in business for a lot of years, but gave it all up in order to pursue writing. I was very successful in business, so I don't have to worry much about money, so I get to write what and when I like. But my business instincts still kick in. I like my books to be successful."
"What's your genre?"
"Romance." He paused for a moment. "And erotica. They are both predominately a woman's world for authors. But I seem to have found a following. Something in my writing seems to resonate with my readers."
"And does the handsome James appear in his novels?" She was almost kidding when she said it.
"Almost always. My readers demand it." James grinned. "And what do you do when you are home?"
"Similar, an Assistant Editor. Though not as exciting, we publish self-help books."
James began to laugh. "Some might consider my books to be self-help."
"And what do you teach them? Pleasure?"
"By what my readers tell me, self-pleasure."
"I'm sure your novels make great masturbatory fantasies. What is your pen name?"
She was almost afraid to find one of his novels, afraid of what they would contain.
"I think that might be answered later in our relationship. I wouldn't want to be judged too harshly by my novels before you learn of the real me." They stopped talking for a second while the waiter took away the salad plates.
"Another bottle of wine Sir."
"Yes, thank you." James took a sip out of his wine glass, studying Carrie. So far, he didn't seem to scare her away.
"So, we are having a relationship?" She purred to him, a smile on her face.
"I am being a bit presumptuous. Are you planning to stay for a while?" He didn't see anything in her that said she wasn't, in fact she hadn't put the house up for sale.
"My Editor is allowing me to work electronically, so I am not rushing away. In fact, I gave up my apartment today; the rest of my things will be here next week."
"Then I guess we are." He saw her smirking at him. "If that's agreeable with you."
"I have a funny feeling that I'm not going to have much choice in this." Carrie continued to banter with him, trying to figure him out.
"I do have a tendency to be a take charge kind of person. But I think you already know that."
"And what do I get out of this relationship?"
"Pleasure."
Carrie leaned closer to the table, the front of her blouse falling away to reveal a wide expanse of her naked breasts. "Now you are sounding presumptuous. Maybe like your novels? Is that all I can expect? Self masturbation?" Her fingers went in the front of her blouse, making sure that James saw her fingers move beneath the blouse, her finger
running over her nipple until it stood out hard. "Like that?"
There was no mistake that her nipple was hard, Carrie arching her back until her
naked breast pressed against the thin material of the top, highlighting the large, hard nipple. "Exactly. Notice how much more exciting it is when you perform in front of others."
Carrie couldn't contain the redness that covered her face. He was right, her pussy wet as he watched her tease her nipple to hardness, Carrie not realizing it until he said it. Was that why Candy volunteered with James? Was it the excitement of sexually performing for someone?
"No need to be embarrassed Carrie. You have a very lovely body. Many men and
women would love to see you masturbate. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman
when she cums. Especially when she is brought off by her own finger"
The waiter brought their dinner just in the nick of time, Carrie unable to get the flush off her face. She took a sip of wine, anything not to look into James' eyes or answer him.
The table was silent for a couple of minutes, both of them starting their dinner. Carrie had chicken, never realizing how hungry she was until it came.
"Do you live here all year long?" Carrie finally breaking the deathly silence.
"No, I have a house in Asheville, though I tend to like the beach when I am writing."
"That must be lovely up in the mountains. Tranquil and quiet. A far cry from the
beach." Carrie was beginning to feel comfortable again.
"Yes, that is one of the things I don't like about the beach. Loss of privacy, though where we live is somewhat secluded. Asheville is the complete opposite. I live in a gated house, high up in the hills. A place where my friends and I can enjoy our privacy without fear of interruption."
"Yes, I imagine it must be nice. A place where your friends could watch me
masturbate for them?" Carrie got her sense of humor back, joking with James.
"Exactly," James' face was serious as he responded.
That was not the response she was expecting from him. Could he be serious? Would
he want her to masturbate in front of his friends? "I was joking."
"I know you were." His expression was blank. "How is your chicken?" James changed the subject.
"Delicious," she stammered.
The rest of the evening Carrie tried to be good, staying away from anything with
sexual innuendos. Carrie asked James about his house, more of a mansion, eight
bedrooms, nine bathrooms, perched high on a small knoll. He must have done well in
business or he was a hell of a writer. But her thoughts always went back to his friends.
Was that why he needed so many bedrooms? What type of things did they do there?
James enjoyed Carrie's conversation. She was intelligent and very articulate. She
was well read, though he doubted that she had read any of his novels. She didn't seem to shy away from him, in spite of his comments. She didn't know exac
tly what she was
getting into, but she got the hint that it was not a pure vanilla relationship that James would require of her. They strayed over desert, both of them drinking a cup of coffee.
Carrie was at ease with James, though she really didn't fathom why. All of her senses
told her she should run away. There was a deep, dark mystery about him and that excited her. That night with Jesse already opened her eyes and in spite of the failure with William, Carrie was still open to experiment. And from what Carrie saw with James and Candy last night, it might be exactly what she was looking for. She just wasn't sure how far she could go with it.
The waiter finally brought the check, Carrie looking at her watch without being too
obvious. It was already after 11, sure that the streets of Tybee Island would soon be rolled up and put away until tomorrow. After all, it was Sunday.
James put the top up on the car, the night chill coming off the ocean. Carrie felt a
warm glow, probably one glass of wine too much. She wondered how James would end
the evening, first dates always so difficult to judge. A kiss, coffee or was he just in a hurry to take her home and end the date forever. The car rumbled across the gravel of the
driveway, pulling up to Carrie's house. She sat in the seat until he came around and
opened the door for her, a wide expanse of naked leg revealed to him in the light of the car as she got out. He helped her out, his eyes never leaving her body.
As they walked to the door, James asked her. "Do you dare to have dinner with me
again on Tuesday? I want to do a little tourist shopping first if you'd like to join me."
"You don't scare me, if that's what you mean. You do intrigue me. And I did enjoy myself tonight. I would love to." She was glad that he invited her to go shopping with him, something more personal. Maybe she could learn more about the real James.
"How about four then? That should give us enough time." He watched as she got the key out of the planter.
The key was there, but it felt like it was in a different place. It must just be her
