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"That's it, girl, take it all." He held her gurgling on his shaft, lips pressed tight to his ball-sac. "And you remember something else," he told her. "You can go hunt out a job somewhere else as you like. But every day you work for me, your pretty ass is on call twenty-four seven. I'll fuck you when I feel the urge and I'll fuck you hard. And if your work's not up to scratch, I'll wreck your asshole as well as your cunt. Are we clear on this?"
Throat still clogged with cock, she stared at him and nodded. He withdrew swiftly from her mouth and, before she'd finished spitting slobber, flung her onto hands and knees. "Good. You see how quickly you learn when you focus?" He inserted himself from behind, this time, dragging her up by her unravelling chignon and ramming all he had back inside. "There we are," he said in a fury of renewed shafting. "This, Josh, is how to fuck an entitled little daddy's princess. Get yourself over here and take the other end. Clementine, help out."
Blonde had been riding Kong in a tit-bouncing cowgirl, but the couple disengaged and came scrambling over, eager to join in the fun. "Suck him," Gavin ordered, as Josh's cock swayed into her blurry vision. She stretched her lips wide and soon was full of cock front and rear. Her boss held her fast, making great smacking connections of ass and groin as he pumped. Josh gripped a handful of hair as well, steadying himself as she sucked the head of his cock, while Clementine reached down to jack his shaft in full rapid strokes. Clarissa was the abused centre of mayhem and it scared her that she loved it.
"This is how to celebrate your coming-of-age," Gavin growled, hammering his way towards orgasm, his words escalating with his lust. "A little bonding over a hot conceited bitch."
"Best fucking birthday ever. Thanks Uncle Gav."
"It's what a fine lad like you deserves, so don't mention it. Especially to your dad. This way we celebrate and I discipline a slacking worker into the deal. To paraphrase a TV show of my youth, I fucking love it when a plan comes together. Here's wishing you many?happy?returns."
Gavin's balls clenched tight against Clarissa's ass cheeks as he fired a long hard load. She could feel the hot spew pumping out deep inside her. Josh followed his uncle swiftly, most likely due to a stealthy movement of Clementine's hand at the base of his ass. His cock jerked and off-loaded, delivering generous wads till Clarissa's mouth overflowed with his cream. The familial duo unhanded her once they had both spent themselves, and she slumped forward on the mattress, drooling spunk behind and before. It was some Nile employee's job, no doubt, to launder the silk cover.
She lay there touching herself sorrowfully, her cunt swollen and needy again. Clementine stroked her hair and kissed her cum-slimed lips. She was vaguely aware of the men getting dressed, chatting briskly.
"Birthday drink?"
"That'd be great. In the main bar?"
"No, let's get out of here. Go somewhere a bit quieter. You and I need to catch up."
"Yeah, I'd really like that."
Clarissa struggled out of her cum-drowned haze. "Wait. What ... You're leaving me here? How do I get home?"
"She'll get taken by the limo service, won't she?" Clementine inquired, stroking her cheek. "Same as me."
"Good idea," Gavin said. "You can explain tomorrow night to her."
Clarissa stared. "What's tomorrow night?"
"Oh, your employment at the Blue Nile isn't quite over," Gavin explained. "I've booked you for one more event. Giselle will be getting your pay?only fair since she's been imposed on professionally?but call it work experience." Josh laughed aloud, clearly delighted by his uncle's style. Clarissa continued to gape with incomprehension.
"It's okay, babe." Clementine's voice was soothing. "We're doing a private show, that's all. Bachelor party?no more than five or six. And since tonight went so well, we can do the burglar-in-the-bathtub again. They'll love it."
"Girls," Josh said before she could react, "it's been amazing. Clem, thanks for letting me be Kong for a night."
She ran to him naked and kissed him on the lips. "You can be my Kong anytime, gorgeous."
"Clarissa," he said, still gripping Clementine, "those bachelors are in for a treat. Give them some of that cut-crystal accent. They'll want to fuck you all the harder."
"Yes they will," Gavin confirmed. "Early twenties I believe. Lots of energy. Look, it'd be great to stay and chat, but we're off so I can buy the birthday boy a drink. Clem, I'll be in touch regarding our date. Clarissa, I'll see you nine o'clock sharp on Monday morning. Enjoy the rest of your weekend."
She stared after him as he left with his nephew, a bedraggled cum-smeared heap of humiliation. Which was more bruised, her cunt or her pride, she wasn't sure. Clementine took her in her arms where she sat and she gave herself up to the cuddle of a sexy treacherous hussy.
"God, what a total, total bastard," she said, gazing at the spot where Gavin had made his exit.
"I know." There was a dreamy quality in Clementine's voice. "But he's still magnificent. Don't you think?"
"I think," Clarissa replied darkly, "that I'll stick with 'bastard'." She considered the indecencies perpetrated upon her by Gavin since descending with him into the Blue Nile?the exhibitionism, the insults and the hard, ruthless fucking. Of what else she might endure from his hands and his cock as long as he had those photos.
It made her tremble with a powerless rage. And it made her soaking wet.
The End.
In His Possession
I stepped into our apartment and dropped the keys on the coffee table, and the brown bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
"I'm back!" I didn't have to raise my voice much, it was a small apartment. "Babe?"
"In here," he called from the bedroom. His voice was pitched low, kind of growly. I shivered. I knew what that voice meant. I set the bag on the kitchen counter and dug out the cheese and carton of milk and shoved them into the fridge. The rest could wait.
I peeked into the bedroom, trying to keep my excitement off my face. He stood within arm's reach, wearing jeans, no shirt, his feet bare and a wolfish grin forming on his lips, hunger lighting his eyes. His hair was damp from a shower.
Electricity zipped along my spine. A sense of danger and my own vulnerability shivered through me.
Lifting one arm, he slowly shut the door behind me. With a dominant push of his hand on my stomach, he backed me up against the door, his eyes intent. Without breaking my gaze, he gathered my wrists above my head in one of his hands, and buried his other tightly in my hair, angling my face upward for his kiss.
Keeping me still with the press of his body, he moved slowly, he was in no rush. His prey wasn't going to get away. He kissed me slow and forcefully, his eyes remaining open and hot. He licked the seam of my lips. When I didn't open for him, he tightened his hold on my hair, forcefully dragging my lips apart with his and thrust the tip of his tongue into my mouth. My breathing hitched. It was a good thing he had a tight grip on my wrists, because I swear to god I almost hit the floor.
I moaned, and he pushed his tongue deeper. I sucked on it, and he growled deep in his throat, pushing his hips against mine. I moaned again, hooking my knee up around his hip, to better feel the hardness in his pants. As hard and heavy as he was, he would have permanent zipper tracks tattooed to his pride if he wasn't careful. God, he felt so good.
He trailed his lips to my ear, and on down my neck, leaving his shoulder bare and vulnerable to me. I took the opportunity, my teeth gripping the muscle roughly. Enough to leave a faint mark but not breaking the skin.
He growled louder this time. He pulled me away gently by my hair, and spun me around to face the wall. He placed my hands firmly against the cool surface. Shivers ran through me and heat suffused my blood. God, I loved it when he got like this.
Beneath my shirt, his hands slid up my stomach, cupping my breasts. He moved my bra out of his way, and flicked his thumbs over my nipples.
I bucked in his grasp, taking my hands from the wall and tried to turn around. He released his hold on my nipples, placing his hands o
n my hips, not allowing me to turn around. Instead, he placed one of his hands between my shoulder blades, bending me forward until my cheek and forearms laid against the cool wall, my hips still several inches back.
He slowly undid the button on my jeans, then eased the zipper down. I gasped as his hand eased inside the lacy waistband of my panties. He pushed my legs further apart with his feet, maneuvering his hand more firmly against me.
"I knew you'd be wet," he moaned in my ear, circling my entrance with one finger. I whimpered, from both the feel of what he was doing and from the explicit nature of his words.
He latched his teeth onto the back of my neck, not enough to hurt but with far more dominance than I had done to him. At the same time, he sank one of his fingers inside me, and my eyes threatened to cross. As it was I couldn't stop the cry the broke from my lips as he flexed his finger inside me and added another.
He clamped his other hand over my mouth to prevent any further sound from escaping, and my excitement only increased. Three fingers. Always moving... In, out and in a come hither motion that sapped all the strength from my legs.
God, I was so overwhelmed by my own desperate need that tears had formed in my eyes, trickling down my cheeks and over his knuckles. Then he rubbed his thumb roughly over my clit, and the world exploded into a star studded dankness that ripped through my body and stole all my strength.
When my vision finally cleared, he picked me up, and laid me gently on the bed. He climbed over the top of me, his jeans shed, mine quickly joining his as well as my shirt. My flip flops had been lost long ago.
My body was still shivering from a aftershocks when he pushed himself deep inside me. My body clenched around him, trying to suck him in deeper. He groaned like a dying man, and tried to stay still a minute, panting and shaking from the effort.
I loved that I could drive him to this.
Without withdrawing from my body, he rocked against me, his cock bumping into something deep inside that brought back all my need for him. I lifted my hips, pushing against him and something in him seemed to snap. Bracing himself with an arm on either side of my head, he began to move, thrusting into me so hard and fast that the bed was banging against the wall.
I needed more, "please!" I begged. I was close, so close. I was going to die if he didn't DO something. I couldn't stop the small screams that ripped from my mouth. My nails were scraping his back, and he raked his teeth along my neck and shoulder, threatening to renew his mark of possession.
With a primal growl, he sat up, lifted my hips, and slammed home, over and—Lord Almighty, what was he hitting?
He didn't bother to cover my scream this time. I splintered into so many tiny pieces that my soul would forever look like shattered glass.
As I drifted back down, I was vaguely aware of his teeth latched onto my shoulder, holding me still while he spent everything he had inside me. He collapsed against me, tremors still shaking our world. After a minute, he pushed his weight off me, lying half on me, half on the mattress, our legs still tangled.
Ducking his head down a bit, he latched his lips over one of my sensitized nipples, drawing it into his mouth and sucking, hard.
I jerked and moaned, shoving my fingers into his hair. He released me when I tugged, laying back down and drawing me into his arms. "I love that you're a screamer," he sighed.
The End.
She Gets What She Wants
The bell rang, and Rodney Gellar watched as his students filtered from his classroom, most on cell phones, all of them placing their personal essays on his desk as they walked by.
"Mr. Gellar?" a soft voice asked and Rod, as he was known to his fiance and friends, and he looked up into Elizabeth Blaylock's baby blues.
"Yes, Bitsy?" Rod responded, hoping to keep this conversation to a minimum. As a 27 year old teacher, with a full head of dark brown hair, green eyes, and a body he worked hard for, who had been teaching for 3 years, Rod knew that he was kind of considered a hot teacher. He'd been dealing with school girl crushes for years now, but...
With Bitsy, it was different. It wasn't the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous, which she was; with long, wavy red hair and blue eyes, she looked like a life-sized cupie doll, but with huge breasts. They were Ds, at the very least. And it wasn't the fact that every time she looked at him, you could tell she was thinking about bending backwards for some extra credit - literally.
It was more the fact that when she breathed fire at him, and he saw the images that he knew she was thinking, he... well, he wanted to breath fire right back.
One time, during one of his lectures, he'll glance at her in the second row, and she'll just be staring at him, with her eyes glazed over, biting her lower lip, nipples poking through her shirt... and he knew she was mentally licking him like a lollipop.
He had to clear his throat twice, and step behind his podium to cover up a problem he hadn't had in a while, that being a spontaneous erection, and he couldn't look at her for the rest of the class period.
And with his fiance out of town on a writing job for a whole month, he had been without sex for a good week and a half. And he was not used to going without sex.
"Mr. Geller, if it's not too much trouble, I wanted to ask you to read my paper first..." Bitsy looked at him from beneath her lashes. "I'm not sure it's at all what you're asking for, and I want to have time to revise it before the final draft is due."
Rod nodded his head, without making any more eye contact than necessary. "Sure, Bitsy. I'll read it tonight and give you any notes I might have tomorrow."
Despite his best intentions, he saw the smile on Bitsy's face as she said thank you and his groin tightened a little. "Have a good night, Mr. Gellar," her final words were as she walked backwards out of his classroom before twirling around.
Later on that evening, after a glass of wine and a phone call to his fiance that did not end in phone sex as he was hoping it might, Rod grabbed his brief case and sat down on his couch, leaning back and crossing his leg over. He pulled out all the papers, leafed through until he found Bitsy's paper, and put the rest back in his brief case. He grabbed a pen, pulled his coffee table closer, and settled into a long read.
However, by the time he was done reading the first paragraph, he was not proud, but his hand was wrapped around his 7 inch cock, pumping slowly up and down.
Her thesis was "Every night, I go to sleep dreaming of sucking your cock, Mr. Gellar, and every morning, I wake up with my fingers in my pussy, wishing it was your cock."
Suffice to say, the rest of the paper was horribly inappropriate, and if anyone caught him with it, he'd be fired on the spot. It was a list of fantasies, ranging from being thrown and ravished on his desk, to her sucking his cock beneath his desk while he taught class, to serving detention on her knees, to being spanked for cheating on a test... She even had a fantasy about him taking her tight ass.
At the end of the "essay," if you could even call it that, she included her phone number, in case he had any questions or wanted to send her any dirty pictures. Legitimately, that's what she suggested.
And fuck, it was tempting. And just as he was about to dial the number, it hit him; she was a student of his. Sure, she was 18 already, and she wouldn't be his student for very much longer, but still. He could lose his job. No, strike that, he WOULD lose his job.
So he took a permanent marker, colored over the number, took a cold shower, and resolved to talk to Bitsy about what their relationship was NOT going to include - which was mainly unbridled, passionate fucking.
The next day, it took forever to get to his last class - Bitsy's class.
The minute she stepped through the door, Rod knew he was in trouble.
She had on dark skinny jeans that he could see practically molded to her ass as she walked past his desk, hooker red high heels, and a top that did wonderful things for Bitsy's cleavage.
It really wasn't anything different than what she normally wore, because she liked to dress to show off, but her wo
rds were visually imprinted in his brain, and if he wasn't mistaken, those high heels had played a very big role in a fantasy about her walking on top of his desk - in just the heels.
Thank God there was a test in class today, he thought to himself. There was no way he could actually give a lecture in the mental state he was in.
Before he knew it, the bell rang and students were bringing their tests to him.
"Bitsy," he called out to her as she was gathering up her stuff, "may I have a word?"
She walks up to his desk quickly, "Sure, Mr. Gellar, but I really have to go to the bathroom. Can I come back in a second?"
After he nodded his consent, she rushed out of the classroom.
Rod was thankful for the reprieve, because he still had no idea what he was going to say. How to break it to a hot, young, sexy woman that you couldn't sleep with her? Even though you really, REALLY wanted to?
His door opened as he was mulling over his options, and he looked up and stilled. She was no longer wearing the jeans, nor the top she had been wearing, but she still had the shoes. It was coupled this time, though, with a short, plaid skirt, a white button up shirt that wasn't actually buttoned, just tied in a knot between her breasts, and her hair was in pigtails.
She closed the door behind him, turned the lock, and started walking towards him, with something dangling between her fingers.
"I didn't get a call from you last night," she said, pouting a little. He finally noticed what was dangling between her fingers; it was what appeared to be a red, lacy thong.
That gave him the impetus to say something as he tried to get up out of his seat. "Bitsy, this is completely inappropriate-"
He was cut off as she was suddenly straddling him and waving her lingerie under her nose. He couldn't help it, but he took a big sniff, and nearly groaned aloud at the delicious smell of her pussy.