TAKEN (Five Hardcore Rough and Reluctant Sex Shorts)

by Kemp, Jane

  Then, there was another huge rustling in the trees that made Tara jump and spin and made Louis yelp and run. Suddenly, there was another form on the trail, back in the shadows, but this one was person shaped. “Hello? Are you looking for a lost dog?”

  The form began moving rapidly forward and, as it hit one of the lights, resolved itself into a young guy in shorts and a muscle shirt, holding a water bottle and headed straight for her. When he was just a few feet away, he kneeled down and made a clucking sound that Galahad instantly responded to, running with a lolling tongue and a wagging tail toward the stranger.

  Tara frowned and held onto the leash. It was obvious that this was Galahad’s owner, but he had completely ignored her. Galahad stopped short as the leash snapped taut and the man frowned, finally looking up at Tara. “Hey, yeah, this is my dog. Can you let him go?”

  Tara stubbornly held onto the leash. “You know, you need to have better control of your dog. He scared me half to death, running out of the trees like that. And you weren’t any better. What kind of a dog owner are you?”

  The stranger smiled and nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I normally don’t have to worry about Galahad, but he saw something and then he was just running and I had dropped the leash for a moment to retie my shoe. He’s normally not so easily distracted.” The stranger stepped closer and held out his hand for the leash.

  Tara felt heat flush her face as she got a clear look at the man. He was average height, just slightly taller than her, but he was well-built, with the long distance runner’s physique. His legs looked especially toned and strong, the muscles of his thighs and calves sharply defined. And as he turned to pet his dog, she saw his tight toned ass as his cheeks shifted in his running shorts. When he turned around again, she felt almost light-headed as she looked into his soft hazel eyes. Light-headed? God, yes, she suddenly felt how tired she was and she swayed slightly on her feet.

  “Hey, are you okay?” He stepped forward, putting his hands out as if to catch her.

  She shook her head and smiled for the first time at the handsome stranger. “Oh yeah, I just haven’t had much sleep and I had to come out here and let Louis do his business and then your dog scared the crap out of me, and then you scared me again and, well, it’s been a long morning.”

  He smiled at her. “Yeah, and it’s still pretty early.” He reached out and suddenly brushed a strand of hair from her face. She suddenly became achingly aware of his presence and how long it had been since she had been with a man. When his arms wrapped around her and his lips found hers, she didn’t resist at all.

  Then, he was pulling her along as he walked back into the turn of trees and then he left the path and brought her deep into the foliage that lined the trail and made up most of the park. He turned and took her in his arms again, pressing her body tightly to his as his mouth pressed down on hers, his tongue slipping in to explore her mouth. His hands began to roam her body as she vaguely thought about their dogs and the fact that they had dropped both their leashes as they had left the trail. As his hands caressed her ass and cupped and then squeezed each perfect little heart-shaped cheek, all thought of the dogs fled and her breathing became rapid and harsh, sounding noisy in the quiet park.

  He slipped a hand under her shirt and began to play with one of her breasts. She hadn’t bothered to put on a bra just to take Louis for a potty break, and his fingers found her naked nipple and squeezed it lightly, making her gasp and shiver in his arms. Her own hands were on his chest and, as he continued to play with her nipples, making them harden into two sensitive little bullets, her hands gripped his shirt hard, bunching it and pulling it up over his defined abs.

  He broke away from their kiss and took her and laid her down on the grass beneath the towering trees, settling beside her and kissing her again. Their movements were rapidly becoming rougher, though, as they both sensed the heat that was building between them. His hands were now grabbing at her shirt and yanking it over her head, exposing her breasts to the cold early morning air and making her shudder as her nipples hardened even more in response. Suddenly, his mouth was on her right breast, pulling and sucking it into its warmth and making her moan as his tongue stroked over it.

  Almost instantly, though, he pulled away and began yanking on her pants, slipping a hand under her ass and lifting her up while he pulled her pants down. Soon, her pants were slipped off and her shoes were pulled away and she was lying naked on the grass, her skin tickled by the tiny blades. He straddled her and then he sat up to pull his muscle shirt off and she helped him work his pants off until he was naked and his large cock was free and ready, standing at attention in front of her face as she sat up, her legs out straight underneath him.

  He put a hand on her hair and pulled her forward, pushing his cock against her lips until she opened her mouth and he slipped inside, filling it completely. He pushed further and she tried to relax as he slid into her throat and her air was cut off. She had never deep throated before and the sensation was a strange mix of discomfort and pleasurable thrill. As her nose pressed into his pubic hairs and she felt him thrust deeper, a thrill traveled from her full throat to her pussy, an electric charge that made her instantly wet.

  Finally, he pulled out and moved so that he was now resting on his knees between her legs and then his weight was pressing her back onto the grass and he thrust into her, his thick shaft making her feel like she was splitting in two and causing her to cry out. Her hands reached up to wrap around his back but he grabbed both arms by the wrist and slammed them to the ground as he continued to thrust faster and more wildly.

  She writhed beneath him, her bare ass grinding against the grass and the dirt beneath. Her building orgasm kept her from caring and, as she planted her feet and lifted her hips up to meet him, she sighed and moved and felt him hit her special spot over and over again until she felt her body begin to shake with the powerful orgasm that stayed right on the edge. “Ooooohhh, oh God, I’m so close, oh God.” Her breathy words seemed to spur him on and he began to fuck her furiously, his body shifting and shaking as he held himself up on his elbows and thrust hard.

  She managed to shake her hands free when he shifted to get a better hold, and she breached down and grabbed at his ass, pulling his taut cheeks down against her and bringing him harder into her. She moved her ass and wound her legs around his, using them to bring him harder into her until, practically screaming, she came, her body tensing so hard with the power of it that her back arched up off the ground and every thrust plowed deeper into her clenching pussy.

  Her orgasm seemed to drive him even wilder and he fell on her to kiss at her face and her neck and her breasts as he fucked her. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over, her breasts pressing against the grass, each blade seemingly its own tiny finger touching her body, her nipples, her arms and her thighs. She lifted her ass in the air, trying to give him access to her pussy, but he pushed her down again and positioned his cock against the tiny, tight opening of her ass.

  She lifted her head and turned her face back to him. “Wait, I don’t want—” She was cut off as his hand turned her face back around and pushed it against the grass, muffling her protest. She started to struggle, but he thrust forward, and she felt the head of his cock push into her asshole, sending a spasm of pain through her body.

  Strangely, the pain seemed to accentuate the pleasure of her orgasm, and even as she struggled to get her ass away from his cock, she felt the orgasm build up harder and explode in sensation over her. He kept his hand firmly on the back of her head as he thrust forward hard, and her ass opened to accept the cock that opened her up impossibly. The pain was intense, and she tried to get away from it, but his full weight was on her now, and despite the discomfort, she was coming hard, her body reacting against her wishes, and her struggles changed to a gentle resignation and then to thrusts of her hips backwards, forcing him deeper and harder into her.

  He began
to fuck her ass furiously, his cock impaling her with each thrust. It was still painful, but the orgasm was still going, ripples of power that overtook her completely, making the pain welcome rather than bad. Each thrust seemed to fill her beyond the bursting point, and as the spasms emanated from her clit throughout her body, she desperately ached to feel her pussy filled as well. As though he could read her thoughts, his hand was suddenly beneath her, his fingers roughly forcing their way between her lips and into her slit. He pushed in hard and moved harder so that his fingers filled her pussy as his cock filled her ass. She felt as though she would never stop coming, and the pleasure itself was becoming painful.

  Then, as his cock swelled and began to throb inside her, he pulled out, flipped her over again, and moved up to straddle her, reaching down with shaking hands to take her head and pull it up to his cock. She pulled away, not wanting a cock direct from her asshole, but he held her tight until her mouth opened to protest, and when it did he shoved in. The moment her tongue stroked the large pulsing vein along the underside of his shaft, he shook and his hips pushed forward hard as he started to spurt his warm salty load into her throat.

  She felt her throat fill with his semen and began to choke, trying to contain it in her mouth to spit out when he had finished, but one last hard thrust down her throat gave her no choice but to swallow every drop of the warm cum.

  He groaned as he slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and fell down onto the grass beside her. She lay beside him, breathing hard and feeling the cool air suddenly touching her heated skin. She shivered and he absently reached for her to pull her close, as if they were at home in bed and not out in the open at a park. She smiled but she pushed his hand away and slowly got to her feet, wincing as she felt a spasm deep in her pussy. She moved around and grabbed her pants and her shirt and, as she pulled them on, he also got up and began dressing. It didn’t take either one of them very long, considering that the most elaborate part of their wardrobes were their socks and shoes.

  When they were dressed, they looked around absently as if they were trying to figure out why they were still there. And then, in unison, they shouted. “The dogs!”

  They both went running through the trees back to the trail where they had last seen their pets. Tara started yelling for Louis, thinking that the short-legged dog couldn’t have gotten very far. “Louis! Louis! Come to Mommy, Louis, I have a treat for you.” It wasn’t true, but if they got home she would let him eat a pudding cup like he loved to do when she had turned her back on the table.

  They both ran up and down the trail in the brightening morning, feeling more and more that their dogs must be lost when there was a sudden rustling noise behind them and they turned to see the two dogs trotting side by side, grinning and wagging their tails. Both dogs were coated in mud and their happy grins told their owners that they had had a great time getting dirty.

  Tara ran forward and snatched Louis up, not caring that he was dripping with slime. “Oh, you bad dog, running off like that. What do you think you were doing?”

  “I think he was probably enjoying having his mistress occupied for a while.”

  Tara turned to see Galahad’s owner smiling as he reconnected leash to collar and then he stood up, mud smears all over his shirt. She was ready to answer with a smart retort and then she began laughing so hard she bent over and Louis dropped to the ground, wagging his tail in happy rhythm to her laughter. “Oh God, this is so flipping unreal, oh Jesus.”

  Galahad’s owner shrugged and suddenly it occurred to her that she didn’t even know his name. And she didn’t care. She picked up Louis again and turned to head down the trail to home. Then, she heard a voice behind her yell. “See you tonight!”

  She stopped and turned around again. “What?” She thought maybe he figured on running into her in the park later. “I’ll be working tonight.”

  He smiled. “Yeah, I know. Bar Rum 54 on Jefferson. You’re the bartender.”

  She stared at him, mystified. “How did you . . . ?”

  “I’ve been in there at least eight times in the past week and a half. I’ve wanted to ask you out forever.” He tugged on Galahad’s leash and walked over to her. “So, see you tonight?”

  She looked blankly at him for a moment before she began putting the pieces together. “Were you waiting for me this morning?”

  “What? No, that was just a happy coincidence. But I did recognize you from the bar when I saw you. I just had to try something.”

  She nodded absently at him, as she hugged a struggling Louis to her chest. “That was some something.”

  He smiled. “Yeah, I guess so. Well, I better get going, Galahad’s owner is going to go ballistic over her dog being gone so long. And the mud, my God, she’s probably going to make me give the big dumb ox a bath.”

  Tara stared at him. “This isn’t your dog?”

  He shook his head. “Hell, no, I just offered to walk him because his owner had an accident and is stuck in bed for a few weeks.”

  Tara nodded her head, an odd suspicion growing in her mind. “Um hmm. And imagine running into me here in the park.”

  He shrugged again and she saw a boyish gleam in his eye that told her that her suspicions were most likely correct. She was angry for a second and then she felt another sharp spasm hit her between the legs and she felt her anger disappear. “Well, you better get Galahad home then.” She turned and started walking down the trail toward home again. But before she was out of earshot, she called over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight.” She stopped and set Louis on the ground and turned to look one more time at her sexy stranger. “And don’t bring the dog.”

  TAKEN AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE

  Reluctant Double Penetration in the Dressing Room

  by Jane Kemp

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  Cover image by Russell Marleau

  Millicent looked at her watch again and counted the minutes until she would be able to shut the dressing rooms down and clock out and head home. It had been a long shift, dealing with people who wanted to complain about everything about the store or who decided to use the dressing rooms as giant trash bins. Then, of course, there had been the group of teenage girls she had caught trying to walk out with new, unpaid for shirts under their old clothes. She had had to hold them as security made their slow way to the rooms and that had been a nightmare. So, complaints, filth and shoplifting had done their work and she felt ready to crash and burn.

  The store was fairly empty and she was sure there would be no one around in the next ten minutes, so she started her closing duties a little early. She sighed as she opened the first door and found an actual diaper tossed on the bench. There were also sunflower seeds all over the floor. God, what was wrong with people? She sighed and went back out to grab the dust buster she kept under the counter up front.

  She yawned as she headed back to the room with the vacuum. She was so tired. Working a nearly full time job while carrying a full school load was taking its toll. She had a test in two days in her art history class that she hadn’t even studied for yet and tomorrow she had an eight hour shift. She turned on the Dustbuster and began cleaning the mess, thinking how happy she would be when all of this menial shit would be over and she could get a job in her field of art restoration and conservation. She looked forward to being an intellectual snob working at some museum with a guaranteed salary that would support her in some metropolitan area. Anything would be better than vacuuming up left behind food remnants in suburbia.

  She shut off the vacuum and suddenly, she noticed the two men standing in the open doorway to the dressing room. She jumped and nearly fell face first onto the dirty diaper in the corner. Sighing, she stood up and stepped out of the dressing room, leaving the vacuum on the floor. God, there were always idiots who insisted on shopping last minute. “Can I help you?”

  The cute blond, she ha
d already evaluated both of them and determined that they were definitely attractive, answered in an accent she thought sounded East European. “Um, my friend wants to try on clothes?”

  Now she sighed. Didn’t anybody understand the meaning of the word closing? Still, she knew better than to make a customer angry and they weren’t bad looking. It wouldn’t be like having to keep the room open for some overweight mother of two snotty toddlers while she tried on jeans two sizes too small. “Yeah, no problem. Here, let me see how many items you have.”

  They looked at her, confused. She sighed and took the pile of clothing out of the arms of the dark-haired one. She smiled at him, loving his blue eyes and his rugged looks. “Okay, I’m just going to count this.” She held up the clothing and then walked to the back to find a decent room without food or diapers to spoil the experience. She did a quick count and then handed the pile back to the guy as he stepped up to her. She waved him into the room and was surprised when his friend followed him in. Oh, I get it. Of course, they had to be gay. All the good looking ones are gay, right? She groaned and moved off to finish cleaning the other room.

  But in a few moments, there was apparently a problem because the blond was back, waving at her to get her attention. “What is it you need?”

  He shook his head as if he just couldn’t find the right words to describe what the problem was. Millicent dropped her vacuum for a second time and followed the man to the dressing room. He stepped right in and seemed to expect her to follow, but she wasn’t about to do that and break company policy. “Sorry, I can’t go in, but tell me what you need and I can help you.”

  He frowned for a moment and turned to his friend, talking rapidly in another language before turning back to her and smiling, gesturing to her to step closer. “Please tell what think of clothing.”

  She stepped close enough to see his friend wearing horrendous purple sweats and no shirt. She thought he looked like a demented Smurf and guessed he must have picked up a pair of women’s pants by accident. She laughed a bit by accident but quickly covered it as a cough. “Um, I think I might have something that would be a better fit, if you want to change out of those pants and hand them to me, I can go get you something more suitable.” God only knew how much of that they actually understood, but they seemed to talk excitedly for a bit and then they were nodding and gesturing her even closer.