Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  Then he was done, and just as I thought he would leave he leaned in a little closer and in much harsher voice he suddenly said, ‘Have you been drinking?’ He sounded irritated.

  ‘Just a glass.’

  ‘I said no more drinking.’

  ‘I thought you meant no more getting drunk. It was just one glass of wine. Watered down with a ton of ice’

  ‘I was very clear. I said “No more drink” and you promised.’

  ‘Sorry. I misunderstood.’

  He sighed. ‘Look, your dad isn’t but someone has to keep you in line,’ his voice was clearly a little angry and I suddenly felt a little nervous. I still couldn’t turn to look at him without showing my tits so I just hugged myself to the lounger feeling nervous and a bit silly.

  He laid a hand squarely on my arse over the warm black cloth of my swimsuit and gripping it hard he said, ‘I am going to discipling you, young lady.’

  He sounded so in control, so parental and dominating all I could say was, ‘Yes, Sir.’

  Then he spanked me and as the pain and disbelief shot through me all I could think was: I haven’t been spanked since I was a child.

  The second slap hurt more, landing on the tender, stinging skin where the first one landed. There was a hefty weight behind it and the noise was sharp: SMACK. I let out a little whimper.

  ‘That really hurt,’ I said a tear forming in one of my eyes. But a voice inside me was begging for more, Sir. Please, give me some more.

  He was so in control, so confident and powerful, I knew then that no matter what happened I would have to fuck him or die of desire. I wanted him so much.

  The third blow hurt even more, but the shock and sting that run up my body was followed by a warm pleasurable heat that seemed to spread from where his hand landed through to my nipples which were once more erect, and to my clit which had begun to throb as blood began to fill it.

  He spanked me again, the pain drew a sob from me, but now it wasn’t just me eyes that were soaking wet. I wiped some of the mascara from below my eyes and saw that despite its claims of water proofing it was smeared dark grey and watery across the back of my hands.

  He spanked me for the fifth and final time then stood up. Anger flared in my stomach, he was just gonna warm me up like that and then leave me.

  ‘Wait,’ I demanded turning over and baring my face – a mess of smeared make up and tears – and breasts to him. ‘You haven’t finished with the lotion. ‘My front will burn.’

  The scowl on his face turned back to a smile. The palm of his right hand was bright red and he squeezed some cream into it. With a gentle slap he applied a smear of it to my cheeks. Then took my face in both hands and rubbed it in.

  Once my face was thoroughly covered in sun cream he pressed two fingers to my lips and he pushed his fingers in. They tasted of the salt from my skin, the bitter chemical in the oil, and a rich coconut smell from the moisturising part of the sun screen. I sucked on his fingers as he pressed them against my tongue.

  When he slid them out, they were wet with saliva and smeared with my lipstick. He leaned forward and kissed me and the world fell away. His kisses like everything about him were firm and confident. His tongue en-tered my mouth without apology. There was nothing over eager nor tenta-tive about him. It was as if he was in perfect control of both me and himself.

  He pulled away and squirted some more sun screen directly onto my neck and breasts. It formed a series of suggestive, stringy lines that made me laugh out loud. He smirked. ‘Laughing at me now are you?’ I might jsut have to teach you another lesson.

  He pressed me back into the lounger with his hands, managing to rub the cream into my skin and pin me down in one rough move. His hands gripped by breasts firmly and his fingers pressed into my soft flesh until it hurt and then he dragged his hands across me in a near bruising sweep that hurt and pleased in equal measure.

  This was a different kind of rough than I had ever expected, not animalistic but almost methodical. I felt completely at his mercy.

  He kissed me again, this time from above me. I looked up into his eyes and he looked down the length of me. The sense of control seemed to crack a little.

  He moved down kissing my neck, biting at it. I’m gonna be sore in the morning at this rate. There was a near bruising intensity to everything he did, for now it was exquisite, amplifying every pleasurable sensation.

  His lips reached my breasts and he gently sucked my skin into his mouth kissed it and moved down. Hew worked like this around my nipple driving me crazy but refusing to give me the pleasure I wanted. He shifted so his hips were between my legs, I could see the massive bulge in his trousers when I looked down, but he held himself back so I couldn’t press my pussy against him.

  Eventually he took my nipple in his mouth and scraped it gently with his teeth, so gently that I realised I was begging him to ‘Bite me, bite me, please bite me, Bruce.’

  Instead he pressed his tongue flat against the hard point of my nip-ple and swept it around in a circle. The feeling was almost orgasmic, like all his teasing had turned it into second clitoris. The pleasure radiated out from my breast warming my whole body and tightening the muscles in my groin. I was desperately humping the air trying to get some friction between my bikini and my clit so desperate was I for his pleasure.

  My hands were scraping into his shoulders and as he slowly moved down away from my breasts I could see I had gouged long scraches over his shoulder blades. I was able to think to myself, Serves him right. Then he grabbed the cloth of my bikini and pulled it tight.

  There was a the friction I wanted, the pleasure rushed through me and for a moment I lost all ability to think to speak. I just moaned at him and grabbed my own breasts.

  ‘Noisy, aren’t you?’ he muttered yanking my bikini bottoms off and then shoving them into my mouth. As the warm air hit the wetness of my cunt I realised just how soaking I was. This was reinforced by the smell and taste of pussy from the cloth in my mouth.

  He then grabbed my bikini top from the lounger next door and used the strings to deftly tie my hands together behind my back.

  There I was, naked, greased up, and turned on sat under the sun in his pool area. Anyone could walk by and look over the fence, see my cunt juices glittering in the sun.

  Then he pulled me into a seating position with my legs off the side of the lounger. Kneeling on the concrete he pressed his face into my crotch and began to kiss my thighs.

  Once again he was kissing and licking everything except the place that would satisfy me. I was wild, incoherent thoughts, sensations and words spilled out of my mouth and fired across my mind.

  Then he gave me what I wanted. He covered my whole cunt with his open mouth and sucked, drawing his lips over mine until all that was lift was his tongue and lips pressed hard over my clitoral hood. He licked and sucked harder and harder in long strokes. As I felt my juices running down my leg and forming a wet patch on my towel he began to focus more and more on just my clit, pushing the hood back with his tongue and circling the sensitive nubbin of flesh.

  I began to cum. My back arched and mind went blank, all I could feel was the pain of muscles tensing so hard I must have pulled something as my whole body was crushed under the pressure of an orgasm that seemed to wipe out all reality.

  I jerked about as he held my cunt tight to his mouth and as the spasms began to die away on the first wave of the orgasm he pushed his fingers inside me and a whole new wave began issuing from inside me.

  I could feel his fingers fighting against the grip of my cunt as it locked down on his fingers. Every rib and texture my vagina seemed to mould itself to the two fingers that were tearing my in two as they powered wave after wave of pleasure into me.

  As the second orgasm died away and I began to stop moaning with pleasure into my gag. I felt his hand cupping my face and he kissed my cheeks and eyes. His breath smelt of sex and I wanted to spit my gag out so I could kiss him and taste myself on his gorgeous lips.

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bsp; Instead he turned me over and pushed my face into the lounger. I was now lying flat and with my hands tied behind my back couldn’t move at all. Still naked, still on display, and every time I squeezed my thighs together an aftershock seemed imminent, rippling out in waves from my pussy. God, I wanted another of those orgasms. It was the most powerful pleasure I had every experienced.

  Lucky for me, he wasn’t done. He pushed me forward so my face hung off the end of the lounger and he came round in front of me. His cot-ton shirt was unbuttoned and his chinos were straining against the biggest erection I had every seen, even in porn.

  He undid his belt and looped it around my neck, pulling it tight so I was forced to look up, then he pulled his zip down and flipped his monster cock out. It looked to wide to fit in my mouth and to deep for me to take anywhere else.

  He seemed to disagree though as he pulled the bikini out of my mouth and kneeled in front of the lounger I gasped a few breaths of air be-fore he pushed the head into my mouth pulling the belt a little tighter. The grip on my throat was unbelievably hot. I licked and kissed the head of his cock getting it as slathered with saliva as possible because I knew what was coming.

  Sure enough he pushed it in, so deep I had to fight my gag reflex. My whole throat was blocked off, I couldn’t breath, it seemed to be stretching my throat I moaned and felt the vibrations of my voice box run up his flesh to the base of his cock which was almost halfway to my mouth. He pulled out and I snorted a thick like of saliva up breathed in and held it. Just as well I did, this time the stroke plunged deeper his pubes almost tickling my nose and my whole throat opening as wide as possible. It felt like there was just a layer of my skin between the grip of the belt on my neck and the cock pressing out from inside me.

  Again he pulled out, I was feeling a little light headed and panted a few more breaths. They croaked in my throat which was sore from being fucked and bound tight enough to nearly close it by the belt.

  Again he thrust into me, two three time, each time getting deeper. It felt almost like his cock was pressing on my collar bones. I gasped in, fought the urge to gag and took it again and again.

  Tears filled my eyes again, but somehow I was loving it. I wondered if you could have a throat orgasm, it almost seemed possible. Though that might have been the light headedness. He thrust into my mouth a few more times and then he rammed it into me in three long hard strokes. My nose was pressed almost flat by his hip bone, his balls were soaked and pressed against my chin. My cunt was blazing with referred pleasure and his whole body was racked by a powerful shudder. I felt his heart beat hammering in his cock and the quick contractions as he orgasmed down my throat. There was a rush of warmth, and although I could taste nothing he was so deep down my throat the smell of cum filled my nostrils.

  He stayed like that so long I nearly passed out from oxygen depriva-tion then he pulled out and we were both gasping like we’d run a marathon together.

  His cock squirted a few last drops and strands onto my face and I felt them drip with my sweat, and my watering eyes down my face.

  ‘Oh, god,’ was all he could say.

  The strings on my wrists had come loose in all the kerfuffle and I wriggled free. We lay like that for what seemed like forever, him on the concrete me on the lounger. Until eventually, I smiled at him and said, ‘How about that boat trip?’

  He chuckled, ‘Sure thing.’

  ‘One thing though.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘I’ve never been fucked on a boat.’ I winked at him.

  ‘I’ll go grab the keys,’ he said.

  Chapter Three

  He fucked over the side of the boat, the roll of the surf adding to the sense of unbalance and sexiness. He held my head under water at one point and I held my breath as he hammered his cock in to me over and over.

  At one point we had to duck down below the side of the boat to avoid giving some passing tourists an eyeful of my tits which were beginning to go bright red from the rough handling and a bit of sunburn.

  Then he laid me down in at the front of the boat and we fucked gently, the hard wooden boards of the boat warm at my back, his body hot above me. I pressed my hips up in slow grinding strokes as he filled me with the unbelievable length of his cock.

  I was so wet for him, so desperately hot for him, I couldn’t bear the brief moments he pulled out of me to change position.

  We were interrupted before we could finish, by two fishermen who came round the head of the cove. Luckily they were using their outboard, if they had sailed in, they would have seen him fucking me doggy style with a life preserver to keep from hurting my knees.

  They dropped anchor in the same cove as us and tossed some nets overboard.

  So we washed the sweat from our bodies by skinny dipping in the cool Mediterranean waters. The fisherman cheered as I slipped out of my bathing suit, and I gave them a wave before diving off the deck and into the water.

  We even swam over to their nets to see what they were catching, there were several huge schools of fish out by them. Then we swam back round to the other side of the boat and tried to finish what we started. But it was hard work trying to get each other off while treading water and soon we re-boarded and rested in the sun before calling it a day and heading in without either of us having cum.

  Frustrated by the boat trip we decided to drive back rather than have dinner in Sorrento. It started raining as we drove back and, I was still wet and sore but wanted him so much. So as we drove up the narrow cliffside road, I leaned over and gently undid the zip on his trousers. He was hard almost immediately in my hand. We went slowly along the road as I worked his extraordinary piece of meat. There was thick vein that pressed hard against my hand.

  I couldn’t resist leaning over and taking that perfectly smooth and swollen purple head in my mouth. As I looked up from the taste sea salt from our swimm I could make out the figures of pedestrians on the side of the road, blurred through the side windows. The rain was thick enough that I couldn’t make out their faces, or tell if they were looking in the windows and could make out my blurred form slowly teasing and sucking Bruce’s huge cock.

  Eventually, he pulled over on the side of the road at a viewing point just off the road. We were isolated from the outside world by the water on the windows and the drumming of the rain and lifted me over the gear shift and pulled me onto his lap. I lifted my summer dress up so he could see I hadn’t put any panties on after our swim. Then, without warming me up – not that he needed to, I was wetter that the weather as it rained down on us, he guided me onto his cock.

  Just the head at first he pushed it in until I gasped, then pulled out quickly lifting me so I my back was pressed against the roof. I was hunched over in the narrow confines of the sports car, I could see with each stroke how deep he went by the slick wet shine on his cock. Each time he lowered me onto his cock when he lifted me off the shine went further down.

  Eventually I couldn’t take his teasing any longer and pulled his hands away from me, humping up and down on his cock at a speed of my own choosing.

  I rode him hard, sinking him into me as deep as he would go. He was so huge I felt full up, stretched wide and open to him. He seemed to be stretching me out the other way to. Each time he pressed against my cervix, I seemed to be able to take a little more of him until at the bottom of each stroke with all nine inches deep inside of me I could grind my clit against his hips.

  The car rocked with our thrusting, I could only imagine what the passing cars could see. They occasionally cast their headlights over us as they rounded the corner.

  After a few minutes, and a couple of bumps against the soft top of the care, and I felt the orgasm building in my cunt. As I began to cry out withe pleasure of it the gripping spasms of my orgasm pushed him over the edge and I felt him exploded inside me squirting his cum into me in warm wet bursts that seemed almost to sting with pleasure I was so sensitive.

  We sat their together, satisfied and sore, with his c
ock slowly wilting but more than enough even at half erect.

  Eventually I moved back to the passengers seat and I could feel the huge amount of cum he’d poured into me beginning to drip out. I was too limp from my exertions to care, or day anything more than just sit there feeling the warm wetness of his seed ooze out of me.

  In fact I was nearly asleep by the time we pulled up at the house and Bruce lifted me up in his strong arms, and carried me through the rain to the house, across the threshold and to his own luxurious double bed where he tucked me in and held me until I drifted, exhausted and happy, into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  *

  A few days passed like this, we spent all day exploring each other’s bodies in new and exciting ways. I could tell you about my first anal expe-rience, opened wide by his massive penis in a way that left me terrified, ex-posed and thrilled. Or how we fucked in the pool, and in the lemon groves. We went into Sorrento for dinner once and couldn’t get through a single one of the five courses without slipping to the bathroom and fucking like animals.

  It was extraordinary, and intense. But in the end it was only a quirk of fate.

  You see, eventually the time came for me to head back to university. With great reluctance I packed my things – and a shirt of his which I stole as a memento and wore as pyjamas for the rest of my time at uni.

  He threw the sandwiches into the back of my battered old car and leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss. I kissed back harder, like I never wanted to leave – which at the time was true – and before I knew it a half hour and three more orgasms for each of us had come and gone.

  After that there was no more delaying.

  We said goodbye for the last time, exchanged details just in case one of us should the ourselves ‘in the area’.

  He whispered ‘Goodbye, Ruth’ into my ear and I drove off smiling to myself rather sadly.