by Jessie Dame
She was good and it showed. Less than a minute had passed before he let out the first moan and it seemed to wake him up. With one strong movement he tore down his own shirt – the damn shirt that cost that of a small car – grabbed with a quiet grunt and re-positioned her on the bed. Her panties were gone before she’d even managed to lift her legs. Cole leaned over her, his head between her legs, a few inches from her womanhood. His warm breath caressed her along with his devoted gaze. How was it that she moaned before he even touched her? There was no caution on his part and neither was there any need for it. Two of his fingers slid inside her with ease. She let her hips dance to the rhythm of his pushes, the first few slow, but quickly turning into powerful, almost desperate plunges. No one had ever fucked Anna like that. Every trick of his made her louder; third finger fitting inside her with no difficulty, his teeth biting on her inner thighs, his hand grasping at her breast and kneading it like dough. It hurt so much it was pleasant, it hurt so much it made her scream. It hurt so much she felt a surge of pleasure overcome her, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t want more…
But there would be little more, it seemed. Sensing that Anna had entered a joyride, Cole buried his face between her legs, tasting her juices and jostling with her hips bouncing like crazy. He grabbed her buttocks, his short nails sinking deep into her flesh, and sucked on her clit, and there she was, there it was, it was so painfully and delightfully over for her. Powerless, Anna fell down on the bed sheets, all her tense muscles relaxing. She felt like a bitch, a doormat, no one, no one had ever… But it felt good, too good. Deep inside, she knew it wasn’t over, but her mind was too dim to ponder it.
The mystery was solved when she felt Cole grabbing her waist and making her sit. Wimp and helpless, she didn’t feel like she could keep herself straight up on her own, but quickly she found her mouth supported by Cole’s cock struggling to get inside. He had knelt in front of her on the bed and was waiting to be served. She would do as he pleased, the only possible thought rang through her foggy mind. Her dry lips parted and it slid in… and out, and in, for what seemed an eternity. She was too inert to make it more fun for Cole, but he seemed to make do; he grabbed her head, she felt his fingernails digging into her skin, yet again, and he simply fucked her mouth, rough, quick, with every push plunging deeper than she had thought possible. It gagged her, it suffocated her, and through the blandness shielding her from the outside world, she loved every second. The taste of his cum woke her up. Her hands grasped at the base of his phallus and she sucked it hard, swallowing every shot of it like ambrosia. She had never swallowed. No one had ever… Like that.
Cole moaned quietly and removed his cock from Anna’s mouth. She gasped for air, smelling him in her breath. He looked down at his manhood as it slowly began to soften.
‘Lick it off,’ he ordered, having noticed traces of sperm on the tip.
Without any second thoughts, she obeyed as if she had been doing exactly that all her life. The flesh filled her mouth yet again, this time softer, and her lips scraped the whiteness away. Cole got off the bed and collected his clothes strewn all over.
‘I’ll be seeing you,’ he said. Anna fell on the bed and closed her eyes, his taste still palpable on her tongue.
Anna decided there was no point in pondering last night’s events. If she did, she knew she would have to alter her view of herself in an unimaginable way. She had called in sick. It wasn’t that far from the truth, actually, she was exhausted even though she had slept as soundly as ever. It was after noon when she finally managed to scramble out of bed, and that only because she heard her phone ringing somewhere on the other side of the room. As she picked up the phone, she realized she was still naked. It made her feel weird during the whole conversation with her mother, all the ‘I’m alright’s and ‘everything’s okay’s.
The call done with, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her back slouched, her hair a tangled mess. She didn’t feel at all like the sex goddess she would have liked to think herself when with Cole. She wasn’t too tall, 5’4” at most, and in her current state, there was little that she could do except to notice all her imperfections and insecurities. What had that been last night? Had she deserved that? Had she… enjoyed that? She opted for a hot bath to nurture her skin, her aching muscles, all fatigue accumulated. As she lowered herself into the tub, the water inside scalding, she knew it was him of whom she would be cleansed. She scrubbed herself hard until her skin was dark pink and hurt. The pain reminded her of Cole and suddenly, she didn’t feel corrupted anymore. She couldn’t wait to see him.
It wasn’t once a week and neither was it twice that they would spend time together. It seemed not a day could pass for them not to see each other at least briefly. She found out so much more about him, and everything that she got to know seemed to be positive, every fact just another advantage. They were piling up at an unbelievable pace. She wasn’t one to jump to conclusions and, even though few knew more than her about medieval romances, love, and destiny, neither was she going to commit all her thoughts and dreams to one person after a month.
Cole was head of a large investment bank. His days were spent in a rush that seemed implausible to Anna; an insane frenzy of calls, meetings, emails to be sent and read and replied to. When they were together, he would pledge to be hers and no one else’s – his iPhone would end up deep inside his briefcase turned off or on silent. However, sometimes she asked him to carry on working in her presence. This way they could spend more time together and actually, she learned to find a certain pleasure in watching him handle contractors, his brow always slightly furrowed. She never found out why he had approached her in the bookstore in the first place. It all seemed too magical to be explained. She didn’t want to destroy the workings of destiny when her life had been transformed into a fairy tale.
It amazed Anna when the plane’s door opened and a strong breeze hit her face. Europe; she had never been there and even the smell seemed entirely different to what she was used to. Cole hugged her from behind and then pushed her gently so that she’d actually step down on the tarmac. They had agreed to visit his ski cabin in Switzerland and there they were, ready for an adventure. Anna didn’t use to accept her dates paying for everything she used, but with Cole it was different – a flight to Europe was to him what a cup of coffee had been to her ex-boyfriends from college. Cole was spoiling her and she quickly stopped looking at prices when everything was just a touch of his platinum credit card away.
The walk to the cabin was breathtaking. No matter in which direction she looked there were picturesque mountains, tall, jagged spikes reaching high into the sky and getting lost in the dark, dense clouds. They had landed in the evening and the night was already falling. Brilliant flecks of light were strewn across the bases of the mountains, traces of human presence in an area that seemed more and more wild the farther they got away from the tiny private airport. Anna was freezing by the time they got to the door. Cole unlocked it and let her in. The lights switched on automatically as she set the first step in the spacious main room. If she hadn’t spent the last month surrounded by luxurious extravagances, she would be dazzled; but she had, so she just smiled at the interior, ample but noticeably cozy, decorated with a lot of grace and an appreciable attention to details.
When Anna turned her head and looked at Cole, she knew something was up. There was something in his hungry eyes.
‘I’d like to show you something,’ he murmured.
Their boots and jackets taken off, Cole led Anna to a passageway ending with a nondescript door. Behind, there were stairs; a staircase leading down through the dark. Cole smiled as he sensed Anna shudder at the mere sight. He put his hands on her waist and gently steered her down the stairwell. When they reached the basement, the lights turned on as they had upstairs, but these were dimmed, a warm shade of orange. The room seemed empty except for a huge bed in the middle, ebony, with sculpted legs.
‘Take your clothes off,’ Cole ordered as if it was
an entirely normal thing to say to your girlfriend.
And Anna obeyed. She didn’t feel bad about it; she wanted to do as he demanded and she knew there was a reward for her in it. Cole approached one of the walls and placed his palm on it. He pushed at it and some kind of drawer jumped out. So the room was opposite of empty… Cole didn’t rush it, so by the time he turned in Anna’s direction with a set of ropes in his hands, she was already naked, trembling – not of cold but of excitement.
‘Come here,’ he muttered and took her into his arms. He settled her on the bed and kissed her passionately.
It took him over a minute to take his mouth away from hers. When he did, he started smooching her neck, then aiming lower and lower. He traced the shape of her nipple with his lips and gently bit on the areola around it. Anna sighed. Later, his mouth embarked on a journey down her arm. Anna felt goosebumps rising on her body as he kissed her, but the apex was when she felt him tie her wrist to the bed. Her back arched at the mere thought of what would happen next. She shuddered under every kiss as he repeated the process with all her limbs. When he was done, she placed a single wet kiss at Anna’s womanhood. She moaned asking for more, but he stood up. She could see him sizing her up like he used to do. It was so contradictory to her: on one hand, it made her feel like an object, on the other, if it was an object that she was, it was the most precious treasure Cole had ever had. On the other hand, it almost made her beg him to fuck her.
Ropes weren’t the only thing he had brought with him, though, and there was no way for her to fight or protest when he put a gag in her mouth and then tied a silk ribbon around her eyes. There she was blind, mute, immobile, his mercy the only thing her future depended on. She should have been afraid, but she was far too aroused to think about the unhappy alternative endings. She could hear some movements, the sounds of Cole undressing. She couldn’t wait.
When he lunged at her, she knew it had been worth it. He kissed every inch of her body with ardent passion, licking, biting, sucking, every moan Anna let out seeming to make him go faster and more ferocious. The only movement Anna was capable of as he pinned her to the bed was to arch her back slightly. She could feel the hard stone of his cock between them as he maneuvered over her body. He would have grabbed it with pleasure, but there was no way, no way for her to do anything except to accept the rough treatment that made her pour down on the sheets. As if he had read her thoughts, he seized her breast into one hand, playing with her nipple with coarse, firm movements of his fingers.
After a few minutes of foreplay, Cole shifted his position, Anna felt it, and he positioned himself between her legs, ready to enter. She moaned as she felt him leading the tip of his phallus over her lower lips, sliding it up and down between them, caressing her clitoris. She wished to be able to let her own fingers do the job as all he did was mercilessly torture her, granting her some pleasure and then backing off… But suddenly he entered and the world fell apart about her, he ripped her open with one abrupt movement, shoving all his luscious inches inside her at once. The shock of it hurt even though she had an ocean flowing through down there. She screamed as he slid out and then entered her yet again, as his moves got faster and faster. She both heard and felt his balls slapping against her buttocks at a pace too fast to believe it. He was like a machine, like a robot, fucking her in a steady, hot rhythm. Where she had yelled once or twice before, there was now a constant, uniform wail leaving her mouth, changing in tone with every push Cole directed inside her. She felt a harsh slap across her butt cheek, then another one on her breast, hitting her right across her hardened nipple. No moans, there were no more moans, just the rhythmical shoves, her howls, his grunts recurring more and more frequently, their bodies moving in a sickly fast unison… She came just as he began discharging his load inside her, a strong, sudden climax, the wave of rough pleasure seizing both of them as their moves slowed down and the last sounds of pleasure left their mouths.
In the end, that English Lit degree did bring her some good.
My Two Men
Beep! Beep! My alarm clock sounded as I rolled over in bed to press the button to turn it off. I climbed sleepily out of bed and walked to my closet to pick out my clothes for work. I decided on a nice cream sweater, a black skirt, and black boots. Putting those on, I walked into my bathroom to put on makeup. It was a task I hated, but did diligently. Looking in the mirror all I could see was a pale girl, not as skinny as I would like with messy blonde hair, but sparkling green eyes, my one feature I truly loved. I put on some black eyeliner and some mascara to highlight my eyes and some light pink blush to give myself some color. Brushing my long blonde hair was always a chore, so I decided to just throw it up into a pony tail, something I frequently did.
I walked out the door of my small townhouse; the morning air was nice and crisp, pretty typical for this time of the year. I decided I would walk to work today, it was a nice morning and I could stop at the coffee shop on the corner for a quick cup of coffee before work. I walked into the small shop and waited in line, as I did so I pulled out my latest romance novel from my purse and began to read while I waited for the line to move. I had always fantasized that I would be able to have an experience like those in my novels. I dreamed of the day that some handsome man would walk into my life and show me pleasure like I had never experienced before, but I knew that wasn’t likely to happen.
After finally getting my coffee I proceeded to work. The library was quiet, as usual. I walked through the stacks of books, putting them back where they belonged. This was how I spent most of my day, putting books away and daydreaming about the romance that I so desperately craved. I went and sat back at my desk and pulled out my book once again. This one told the story of a girl who was very shy, like me, and was one day swept off her feet by a billionaire who showed her pleasure like she had never felt before. That was what I wanted, someone to make my body quake with ecstasy in a way that no one else had ever done before.
I let my mind wander, as I often did, to what it would be like to be with two men at the same time. Something that had always intrigued me, but I would never admit to out loud, was being double penetrated. I longed to feel two men inside of me, one taking me from the front and the other taking me from the back, filling me as I had never been filled before. I let my mind drift for longer than I should and could feel myself growing wetter as I daydreamed. By the end of the day I was so excited I could barely wait until I got home to relieve the ache in my pleasure spot.
I walked into my bedroom and pulled my pink dildo out of my dresser drawer. It was large and vibrated. As I turned it on and slid it inside my already wet lower region, I began to fantasize about my ideal sexual encounter. I could picture the two men, tall and handsome with large cocks. One taking me from the front while the other punished me from behind. The idea excited me so much that it wasn’t long before I was shivering and quaking with pleasure. Ah, relief.
The next day went by as usual. I spent the morning organizing the books in the library and the afternoon reading and fantasizing. My life had become so monotonous. Taking a break from my romance novels, I decided to look in the newspaper. I picked up the newest edition and flipped through it, stopping when I saw an article about the “billionaire best friends, Ben Wallace and Ethan Stone.” The two were gorgeous and so rich. According to the article they spent all of their time together, most of it traveling. It said that the two of them owned a lot of property in the city and that they were supposed to be in town that weekend for some kind of charity auction. Rumor had it, they often went on the “prowl” together, if you know what I mean.
It would be incredible to meet two men like that, handsome, rich, sexual, the ideal men for someone like me. I thought about how it would feel to get to meet them, to be with them. Having the two of them, caresses me, worshipping my body, catering to my every pleasure would be a dream come true, like something out of one of the romance stories I loved so much. I let myself think about it longer than I should as I closed up th
e library and headed home.
The next day started like any other except for the fact that I woke up in a good mood. I woke up and found something to wear. I was feeling particularly sexy today, so I decided to wear a low cut blue button up shirt with a shorter black pencil skirt and black kitten heels. Instead of my usual pony tail, I decided to let my hair be natural. My makeup didn’t change much, I just didn’t dread putting it on today. As I walked out the door to work I knew that this was going to be a better day than I had had in a long time. I bounced to work with enthusiasm, something inside told me that this was going to be a day that I would remember.
I walked into the library and took a deep breath; I loved the smell of all of the old books. I looked around and saw that for once the library wasn’t completely empty, in fact, there were quite a few people inside. I put my purse down on my desk and walked over to start putting the books that were strewn all across the tables away. I spent the entire day on my feet, putting books away, helping people find what they were looking for. Since it was a Saturday, we had story time and I read to the kids. Overall, it was one of the best days I had had in a long time. By the time the crowd started to leave, I was exhausted. I finally got a moment to sit down and take a few minutes for myself. I picked up my book out of my purse and flipped it open. The library would be closing in about fifteen minutes, so I had time to just relax a little bit before I closed up and went home.
