Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy

by Nikki Sex

  "You greedy little slut," he said with good natured humor. "Didn't you just have a mind-blowing orgasm?"

  Carmen smiled up at him with her dark, heavy lidded eyes. "Oh yeah, I really did," she said in a low voice that simply oozed sensual, sultry sex. "And it was truly spectacular. I want to note the date and time in my diary so that I can remember it forever, it was honestly that good. Thank you."

  Kurt laughed - the joy inside bubbling uninhibitedly out of him. It felt wonderful. With all the stress he had been under, he felt as if he hadn't laughed for months. Kurt needed this, he needed her. Who would have thought a call girl would have been so good for him?

  Kurt tempted her by prodding himself in and out of her empty cunt – just a fraction, without entering. She bowed up toward him, but her greedy desperation made him pull away. He loved to torment a woman, to bring them to the edge of orgasm and keep them there. In her present ultra-horny state, Carmen was easy to tease.

  "Nah uh," he taunted. "You have to wait for it."

  Carmen made a disappointed sound, and he chuckled. "Tell me what you're feeling," he said, caressing the outline of her cheek and jaw.

  She gave him a feminine snigger. "You already know."

  "Tell me anyway."

  "You've brought me right to the brink again already, and you're driving me crazy," she said. Her eyebrows drew down in a little frown and she bit a lower lip. "My whole body is tingling with need. I feel like I'm on fire, and will burn into ashes..." she gave him a bright smile, "…unless you decided to put the inferno out."

  "Such a sweet, sexy sub," he murmured, giving her just the whisper of a kiss. Carmen arched toward him, but he held her down with both hands.

  "Be still," he said reprovingly, "and let me touch you."

  Kurt gripped her sensitive nipples between forefinger and thumb, alternating between gently rolling them, and giving them sharp, biting twists and tugs. He knew the pain would be exquisite. It would arouse her even further, making her breasts throb and her pussy ache with wanton need. Carmen squirmed and whimpered every single time he tugged.

  She made such wonderful feminine noises. Her desperation was delicious. Kurt could do this one thing to her all day long, simply enjoying her frantic, agitated responses.

  "Do you want my cock?" he asked.

  "God, yes, please," she whimpered.

  "How much?"

  She frowned while she thought this over for a moment. Unexpectedly she began to giggle. "I instantly thought of all the stupid answers like, more than 'all the tea in China,' or 'all the stars in the sky," she said. "All hackneyed sayings. But honestly, if all the money I had was here right now, I would spend every penny and pay you to fuck me."

  Puzzled, it was Kurt's turn to frown, because that was a weird example to use. It didn't make any sense.

  After all, she had already had been paid to fuck him.

  "Do you want me to beg?" Carmen asked.

  He snorted, and tugged on her nipples again, but instead of a whimper, this time she moaned. "Well, it wouldn't hurt," he said. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to hear you ask for it."

  "You gave me an amazing orgasm just from using your fingers," she said immediately in that frank way she seemed to have. "So that just begs the question, what can this man do with his cock? I need you to push that big fat shaft of yours deep into my empty pussy. I want you to stretch me, fill me up, and hammer me hard until you make me scream to be allowed to climax. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. Right now, I really, really need you inside me."

  "That works," he said with a grin.

  Good God, everything about this woman enflamed him. And he was done with waiting – it was seriously past time to fuck her.

  8. Snug

  Carmen mewled happily when Kurt guided the crown of his cock to her entrance. One hand squeezing her breast, and one hand firmly gripping her thigh, he attempted to thrust himself inside her to the hilt.

  "Oh," Carmen gasped.

  Kurt exhaled in surprise when he barely got half way in. The woman was wet and ready, but man oh man, how snug was she?

  He had placed her legs together, both lying toward his right and bent up at the knees in order to make his ride a tight one. Well, that advantage was clearly unnecessary.

  Undaunted, Kurt gripped her right ankle and raised her leg, putting it up over his left shoulder. This spread her thighs apart, opening her and hopefully making it easier to enter. Also this way he could enjoy watching her sweet cunt as he moved in and out of it. The dark triangle of her trim pubic hair drew his eyes, and he was pleased to view evidence of her arousal glistening on it.

  To Kurt's astonishment, even with her legs wide open Carmen was still too tight. In and out he worked, going deeper each time, both of them making sensual sounds of carnal delight. Kurt grunted when, after one final stubborn thrust, he was all the way inside and his pubic bone struck her flesh.

  "Oh!" she cried out.

  "Fuck, your pretty little cunt is so damn tight."

  The orgasm she had should have loosened her up more. Kurt continued to shove himself in and out of her, with firm, even thrusts, while fondling and flicking her clit. The rhythmic suck and pull of their coupling made luscious liquid sounds and his cock throbbed inside her taut swollen channel.

  Jesus she was dripping. The heavy scent of her arousal spiked his desire. The woman smelled divine.

  Eventually he was able to easily drive himself all the way inside her in one fast lunge. When he did his balls struck her buttocks in a loud slap. Carmen squealed and Kurt laughed.

  "Now that's more like it," he said. "You did ask me to hammer you hard. Do you want it hard and fast?"

  "Oh my God, yes," she gasped.

  He happily slammed in and out of her all the way a number of times, obtaining sweet, sweet sounds of painful pleasure from her with each bruising thrust. The steadfast resistance of her swollen flesh felt amazing, but he suspected that she would be sore later.

  Carmen seemed to be a little woman all over. How did she manage, he wondered, considering her line of work?

  With a firm grasp on her large, right breast, and her head bent at an angle on the couch cushion, Kurt found that he could almost put her nipple into her own mouth. Shit it looked good, so close to her lips. Could she really put her own tit in her mouth? He manipulated her breast, getting it as close as possible.

  "Put your tongue out," he growled and she immediately obeyed. "That's right. I want to see you lick that sweet teat."

  Kurt paused in his thrusts. Hot damn. He was entranced by watching the woman touch her erect, stimulated nipple with her tongue, lapping at it. Kurt's pulse sped and his breath became even more ragged.

  Fuck! How erotic was that?

  "Oh yeah, perfect," he said. "You are so damn sexy." Bending down to suck and nip her nipple himself, Kurt then took her mouth, biting her lip and tongue, kissing and sucking her until she moaned with pleasure.

  Hot damn she tastes good, he thought, as her mouth, tongue and lips greedily met his. For a moment he remembered the movie, "Pretty Woman," and wondered why Carmen was so grateful and accepting of his kisses. Weren't prostitutes supposed to dislike kissing because it was too personal?

  He grabbed her full breasts with both hands then, his thumbs on her nipples, and pulled them forcefully as he continued to fuck her, using them as leverage to help drive his cock inside.

  Kurt's testicles thumped against her as he stretched and filled her. His cock jerked from the heat of her molten core. Carmen cried out from time to time, depending on how he thrust. Shit she was a tight wet ride

  "Do you like my big cock right up inside you?"

  "Yes," she said. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

  Kurt laughed, and really began to bang her. For a few long minutes of exquisite sensation, he hammered into her fast and hard. Carmen's needy expression at this savage pounding, combined with her constant helpless moans and whimpers were driving him mad.

  A
ll his blood was slamming into his swollen dick that was now as hard as a steel girder. It became more difficult to concentrate. His hands moved to her buttocks. Squeezing and lifting her pelvis higher, Kurt dug his finger tips into the flesh of her ass as he thrust deeper.

  Drawing in a sharp intake of breath, Carman's eyes widened and her kiss swollen lips parted. Then she shut her eyes with a low, guttural moan. Kurt could feel the vibration of that moan right through to his cock from where it was buried deep inside her cunt.

  Jesus it felt fantastic.

  It had been so long since he had enjoyed sex. It was just as well that he had jacked off before she arrived, so that he had better control. He wanted to screw her all day long.

  Kurt figured he could probably do it too. What was there to stop him?

  "I want to see you squeeze those nipples," he panted. Carmen instantly moved her hands to her nipples and she pulled on them. "That's right," he bit out with a growl. "Pinch them, yeah, twist and tug. Fuck that looks good. Keep doing that."

  She eagerly complied.

  Pulling back, Kurt placed his right hand on her left thigh, and put the thumb of his left hand into her mouth, his fingers resting against her jaw. Carmen mewled with pleasure and began to suck him greedily, as if it were his cock.

  This woman was comfortable, open and totally uninhibited in sex – just like he was. They were kindred spirits in the sack, and how much fun was that?

  Who would have thought a prostitute could be such a good fuck? he wondered. I should have known. One can generally rely on an experienced professional. That's a well known truth in business. I just never thought of applying that fact to sex. This woman is an expert and she knows exactly how to please me.

  9. Grateful

  Kurt chuckled over Carmen's insatiable appetite. "If you're a good girl I'll put you on your knees and let you suck my cock," he said, aware of how most subs enjoyed the privilege of sucking their Dom.

  "Oh, yes," she murmured with his thumb in her mouth, still tormenting her own nipples. "Thank you," she said with genuine gratitude.

  Kurt grinned at her and laughed loudly. Carmen cracked him up. She was so appreciative of cock. The woman loved a good fucking. Well. What a star. He intended to bang her senseless and give her a ton of orgasms as a reward.

  Without removing his thumb from her mouth, he bent closer, pressing deep inside with his gaze hard upon her. She was such dark, dark eyes and fully dilated pupils. With a soft, caress he touched her lips gently with his own. It caused a tingling whisper of sensation inside him, tightening his stomach, thighs, cock and balls.

  "Thank you, yourself," he said in a quiet voice. He was inches from her face, watching her cravenly suckle his thumb and respond so fully to him. "You have no idea, do you? How much that I want you?"

  She smiled at that, her eyes bright with delight. He had pleased her, and he found that he enjoyed her happiness.

  He wanted to please her again.

  "Let's just say that I'm really glad you're here, Carmen," he said.

  "I'm glad I'm here, too," she said in a husky voice.

  That smile! It dazzled him. Damn if the woman didn't make him feel extraordinary. Like some sort of Superman. More importantly she caused him to re-evaluate things, and recognize how foolish he had been for the last few months. His friends had been right.

  Kurt was thrilled to rediscover his confident, masterful personality in Carmen's presence. So what if his last girlfriend had taken him to court? Too bad. It was high time he got over it. This woman no doubt had bigger problems than he had.

  Kurt adored women - he always had, even though his mother was a real pain in the ass. But he figured he was mostly raised by his grandparents anyway. His grandmother, a strong, honest, straight-shooter, had been his ideal of the perfect woman.

  Working girl or not, Kurt felt honored by Carmen's submission, and her trust.

  I really needed this, he thought. Safe, consensual, uninhibited sex. No "intercourse remorse" for me this time. I'm in the hands of a professional.

  Sex with Carmen had put things in perspective and made Kurt come to his senses. He had been such a pussy to have remained hurt by Laura's betrayal. It wasn't her fault, really. Laura should be a 24/7 submissive. That was who she was – it was all so clear to him now.

  Laura and he would have never been happy together.

  Kurt wanted a partner, an equal - someone who could keep him focused, who would tell it like it is, and stand up to him when he was being an idiot. Laura simply was born without a backbone. A protective, caring, 24/7 Dom would be perfect for her. Laura needed to be defended from that mother of hers, he decided, the bossy, bullying, bitch.

  Carmen was keening in a low, sensual song of sexual desperation. Kurt smiled down at her while his hips continued to thrust, hammering away.

  Man this woman feels so good, he thought. Her sweet little cunt is still so damn snug. Jesus.

  His left hand left her mouth, caressing down her body. Kurt placed both of Carmen's legs, one over each shoulder, and pushed forward, raising her buttocks, and kissing and fucking her mouth with his tongue. All the while he continued to thrust into her.

  Kurt had stamina, and wasn't ready to finish his first round.

  Slamming in measured, even strokes, he worked her hard until her keening moan was in a higher pitch. She was close and frantic, he was too. Then he put her left leg down, leaving the right one up on his left shoulder. This spread her once more, so he could view her swollen, aching, sex. It glistened with her slick essence.

  "Okay, you can quit pulling those nipples, instead put your hands under your ass," he ordered, and she did. He wanted to clear the field to really work her over.

  Kurt continued to fuck her, deliciously enjoying the wonderful sensation of being inside a woman's body once more. He bit and suckled, licking and nibbling her mouth, her lips, her tits and neck. He wanted to eat every part of her smooth, soft brown skin.

  His right hand had moved to her feminine folds to torment her, and bring her close to orgasm. Occasionally he tapped her clit, or pressed his finger against it. She was so responsive! The woman moaned and thrashed violently every single time he did this, and damn, was that fun or what?

  "You like that?" he said.

  "Oh God, yes!" she gasped.

  "How many times did you orgasm before you came here to me today?" he asked.

  A shadow of confusion crossed her face. "None," she answered.

  "Really?" he said, deciding that he must have been her first customer. "You poor thing. Well, you are such a good girl. I think I'll let you climax again. Do you want to come?"

  "Please, please," she begged and moaned. Her large breasts were rising and falling tantalizingly with each short panting breath. The labored sounds of her breathing filled the air. "Oh, yes, please may I come for you?"

  Kurt snorted. When she asked so nicely, how could he refuse?

  10. Dyson

  The woman had been well trained, and she loved to be dominated – that much was obvious. Hell, she was perfect in every way. Kurt thrust even harder and flicked her clit, testing her limits.

  Carmen squealed.

  Her internal muscles clamped down on him, but they didn’t pulse. Barely able to contain himself Kurt almost shot his load. The woman had some serious orgasm control that was for sure. Some Dom somewhere had taught her to only climax when allowed, bless him.

  "Look at me," he said, "That's right. Good girl. Come now," he growled, tugging and pinching her nipple and her swollen clit hard at exactly the same time.

  Carmen screamed and her cunt pulsed, milking him with the force of a Dyson vacuum cleaner. He watched Carmen climax, awed by the fierce thrill of joy he felt by causing her such pleasure. On the verge of ejaculating, Kurt stopped all movement and sucked in air, filling his lungs.

  Panting and sweating, he swore and gritted his teeth, barely able to prevent his own climax. Holy fuck! Carmen's internal muscles were amazing. Was she worthy of a female ve
rsion of the Terminator, or what? Wow. If she could do that with her cunt, Kurt wondered, just what could she do with the stronger muscles in her ass?

  Later today he intended to find out.

  Carmen was such uncomplicated fun that something about being with her reminded him of André Chevalier. André was the very definition of insouciant. Kurt had looked the word up – it came from the French originally and meant blithe unconcern, laid-back, untroubled, carefree and lighthearted. André was the most insouciant person Kurt had ever known.

  I should have gone to see him when this shit first hit the fan, Kurt thought. André would have set me straight. Why didn't I?

  Sharing a woman with André had been the absolute highlight when Kurt had gone to him for Dom/ sub training. Why not visit André in Las Vegas and take Carmen with him?

  Kurt wondered if Carmen had regulars or something, and would be unwilling to go. A threesome with André was every woman's dream – once they knew the Frenchman at any rate. André was the "Woman Whisperer," and was also Kurt's friend and personal Dom role model. Kurt owed him a lot. No one knew sex and pleasure like André knew sex and pleasure.

  Later today he would arrange something. A ménage would be fun for him, for Carmen and for André. Watching André at work was always worthwhile.

  Kurt looked into Carmen's glazed, unfocused eyes as he continued to finger, and caress her while she trembled with aftershocks. If anything her climax this time was far more intense than the earlier one, and her first orgasm had been monumental. She was gone, man, mindlessly disconnected from time and space.

  Christ, Carmen was just so damn sexy.

  That connection was intense. Kurt recognized the rapturous high he was on. It was that satisfying hyperaware Dom-space, where every sense he had was sharpened and he felt completely attuned to his sub. How had that happened already with someone he had just met? They didn't know each other, and yet at a primal level, Kurt felt he knew her fully.