Trixie Provoked

by Viktor Redreich

  She had transformed herself into the kind of woman that Zion would fuck.

  Her eyes snapped open at the realization.

  She was the kind of woman Zion would happily fuck so what was keeping them from making that final leap?

  She considered herself in the mirror once more. With the sight of her flushed cheeks, hard nipples and the intensely heated look in her eyes staring back at her, she knew the answer to that question.

  Nothing was stopping her and Zion from being together in the most primal way possible.

  There was no hesitation in the new woman that Beatrice had become.

  It was time she took up Todd’s suggestion. “I’m telling you, honey, surprise fellatio,” he reminded her when they met up for drinks a few days ago.

  Naked, she left her bedroom and headed for Zion’s.

  His bedroom door was open just a crack, and she pushed it all the way in.

  He was still asleep in the center of the dark sheets. No cover obstructed her view of the perfection of his nude male body.

  The morning light shone off this golden-colored skin and revealed his cock as it rested against his thigh. For the millionth time, she wondered what it would feel like on her tongue.

  This time her thoughts would be different though. They were about to become a reality.

  She walked over to his bed.

  His eyes opened once her knee dipped the mattress. They sharpened once he saw her.

  His cock instantly sprung to life, and she watched in fascination as it rose and pointed toward his stomach.

  Getting on all fours, she crawled to him. She followed the carnal instinct humming in her veins, and her chest went low to the surface as her ass stuck up in the air. Her movements were feline in nature and utterly of that of a woman on the prowl.

  Zion followed her motions in much the way she had observed his cock and did not say anything until she was only a hair’s breadth from him.

  “What are you doing?” His voice was husky from sleep.

  “I’m going to suck your cock,” she answered and gripped him before he could respond.

  She knew that she had finally won when he groaned deep and loud in the back of his throat.

  Chapter 15

  Consequences be damned

  I need to stop this. Zion thought lazily as he watched Beatrice lower her open mouth upon his steely length. Her heated breath washed over him and his hips jerked involuntarily, pushing him closer to the paradise she offered.

  She was a sight to behold with her mussed hair haloed around her head, her eyes hooded and filled with sensual mystery.

  He had looked upon her naked body several times before but it was always a jolt to his system when his eyes fell on it.

  So early in the morning and after the closeness they had shared the night before, his defenses were down.

  He was growing attached to this girl and he was helpless to stop his descent.

  The time he had spent with her lately made his mind venture into territory it never had before. It was as if she was made for him. She fit into his lifestyle perfectly, and her naturally sensual nature was the kind he would have loved to nurture.

  He continued to watch her without saying a word and realized he wasn’t sure she would go through with it. No matter how adventurous she had become in the last few weeks, there was still an innocent quality around her. One that made her harder to resist yet said she would shy away when things became a little too dirty.

  Or so he thought.

  As soon as her mouth closed over the tip of his cock, his commitment to honoring Ron vanished.

  He was going to fuck his best friend’s daughter, damn the consequences.

  Chapter 16

  On the verge of mindless

  Having a man's - Zion's - cock in her mouth for the first time…

  It sent a powerful thrill through Beatrice’s body.

  The way Zion’s breath hitched at the first contact of her lips on him.

  The way he licked his lower lip in anticipation of more.

  The fine shudder that shook his body and the way he groaned when she engulfed to the tip of him.

  “Oh, Beatrice,” he whispered, reverently. “What the… are you doing to me? I should march your tight little ass back to your room oh holy… damnit… don’t stop!”

  Beatrice had no intention of stopping. She would have reassured him of that had her mouth not been otherwise occupied with thoroughly tasting him.

  He made it impossible for her to stop when his response to her seduction far exceeded anything she could have ever imagined.

  He was stronger and more sexually experienced yet it was she who orchestrated his responses at that moment.

  That thought combined with the taboo actions her tongue performed on him was heady and it sent a gush of cream spilling from her core to make her nether lips even slicker than before. Her hips squirmed. The involuntary motion a result of her pussy’s aching need to be filled.

  All in good time, she promised her pussy.

  First, she had to blow Zion's mind - both of them.

  Suctioning her cheeks, she descended lower on his length.

  She inhaled deeply and his musky male aroma clouded her brain as he pulsed against her tongue. He wept metallic drops from the slit lining the mushroom and she swallowed them quickly.

  Its taste was reminiscent of her favorite dark chocolate and her mouth watered for more. The harder she sucked on him, the more of these pearly drops he gifted her with.

  She jerked his cock with her wet hand when her mouth retreated. The sloppy sound of it had her picturing him slamming into her to the same rhythm.

  She traced the veins that kept him from being entirely smooth and licked the underside of the fat length. Just like her research had predicted, he cried out when she played with the bundle of nerves clustered there.

  She listened to the lusty language on his body and the dirty directions spilling from his lips and knew when to suck harder. When to lick faster. When to dip the tip of her tongue and when to suck on his balls…

  Finally, she took him back into the warm wetness of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and took more and more of him with every downward stroke even when her jaw began to ache from the abuse.

  Her discomfort was a minor inconvenience and one she would endure anytime, anywhere as long as it drew such dramatic reaction out of her new lover.

  The bolder her movements grew, the harsher his breathing became. His chest puffed up and down and his nostrils flared as his pupils dilated to make his eyes appear almost black.

  His reaction was in such contrast to the way she had seen him behave when other women had gone down on him. Where he was controlled and dictating when they pleasured him, he seemed on the verge of totally losing control at her touch.

  Beatrice’s thoughts were only confirmed when his hips bucked up into her mouth and he muttered the harsh praise, “baby you’re such a good cocksucker it is like you were born to suck.”

  His fingers tangled in her hair to guide her movements. His hips pushed up to counter her motions. The thrusts became rougher and rougher until he banged past the muscles standing guard at the entrance of her throat.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, Beatrice. You were sucking me so good, I forgot that you are a novice at this I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. Just take what’s comfortable for you to handle.”

  His grip on her hair instantly softened and his hips fell back to the bed abruptly.

  Beatrice could have howled in disappointment.

  She didn't want him to treat her with kid gloves. She wanted raw, untamed and unfiltered passion. She wanted him to fuck her like he had those other women – with beastly intent. She wanted to feel worthy of fulfilling his most basic needs in the most primal ways. Him treating her as if she was made of glass would certainly not accomplish that.

  “Don’t stop. I can take it I swear,” she beseeched him, desperate for the carnal brute within him to take over. “You d
on’t have to hold back with me. Here, let me show you.”

  The doubt was there in his eyes. He didn’t think she could handle him like this. He didn’t think she could handle all those steely inches any deeper or receive his reckless abandon.

  Her eyes narrowed on him and showed him her resolve.

  His eyes widened as her message was received.

  “Beatrice,” he started but she was having none of it.

  She would show him. She would handle everything he had to give and more.

  He gave off a reverberating groan when she engulfed him once more.

  She relaxed her throat and calmed her mind, going to the place where only pleasure mattered.

  Even smoother than the cucumber she had practiced on, Zion’s hard cock slide neatly into her gut. She paced herself going slow and taking him deeper and deeper until there was no more of him to take. She held his gaze to let him see that she was committed to this depraved path no matter what.

  She paused to let herself adjust as Zion made sounds of wonder above her.

  “You fucking did it,” he said softly as he held her hair away from her face to take in the magnificent sight.

  Quite proud of herself and extremely aroused, Beatrice was retreating only to go back and take every inch again. Bolder and faster her motions became. Her esophagus strained with the effort but her cunt dripped with the thrill of flaunting her wicked new skill.

  Zion's cock swelled on her tongue and she could feel that he was close. His thighs were tense and the muscles of his abdomen quivered. A fine sweat a broke out over his beautiful skin.

  He was making animalistic sounds of passion and best yet, his fingers once more gripped her strands and his hips thrust into her mouth roughly. They moved together to bring him the ultimate pleasure.

  She was so hot for him and their actions that she could feel a burning between her legs that signaled that she was just as close as he was.

  She would get them both to the euphoric heights, she vowed even though Zion was pleading with her to stop the sensual torture.

  “God, you little seductress, stop, please. I’m about to blow but the first time I cum I want it to be inside your hot teenage cunt,” he pleaded.

  Well, when he put it that way…

  Beatrice let him go with her pop.

  She straddled him, getting into the perfect position for taking him deep.

  Her pussy was clenching and dripping as her mind rejoiced that she was finally getting her way with this man – her father’s best friend and a man twice her age.

  “Condom,” he gasped.

  “Don’t worry, Zion. I’ve got everything covered.”

  She’d already stocked up on morning-after pills. Nothing was keeping her from taking Zion raw.

  Gripping him at the root, Beatrice lowered her eager body onto Zion's pillar.

  He looked like he was about to protest once more but as her lower lips grazed his cockhead, his eyes closed as he hissed.

  She knew she had him just where she wanted him.

  On the verge of mindlessly fucking her.

  Chapter 17

  Girl power

  Zion had to physically will himself not to move as Beatrice slowly lowered herself upon him.

  He was harder than could ever remember and his only instinct right then was to rut madly within her.

  Being inside her tight teenage cunt was heaven. The warm wet way it gripped him encouraged him to go deeper. His restraint was close to zero.

  There was a lot of him to take and Zion could see the way her body strained with the effort, but still, Beatrice -- this brave, sexy and surprising eighteen-year-old girl -- kept on taking even more of him. Just like when she had deepthroated him.

  He was still wowed by the feat she had accomplished.

  Not many women have been able to take all of him into their throats as Beatrice had, and those who had were decades beyond Beatrice in experience.

  This young woman was blowing apart every conceived notion of what he thought she was. Every surprise was more pleasant than the last.

  She stopped when her tight center had taken all of him and allowed her body to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion.

  “You’re so big, Zion,” she cooed, her eyes watching him with the mysterious sensuality of a siren.

  He gritted his teeth waiting for her to move, sweating from the effort, rejoicing when she finally did.

  She was not timid with her motions when began fucking down on him. She did it like she had done everything else in the last few weeks - with absolute dedication and confidence.

  She cupped her bouncing titties and threw her head back as she moaned and cried out his name. The vision of her enjoying herself blew the last of his control out of the water.

  He gripped her hips and pummeled her softness from below.

  She met him motion from motion.

  “Don't stop. Don't stop,” she chanted. “You feel so good inside me.”

  She reached down to stroke her button. Her inner thighs responded and clasped him harder.

  Zion grunted and his toes curled.

  “I am cumming,” she warned only seconds before the explosions rocked her body and flowed into his.

  He reversed their positions without missing a beat, continuing to sink into her, driven by the uncontrollable demons pushing him toward climax.

  Normally, he could have gone on for hours without stopping. Normally, he could have controlled every aspect of his body including when and how hard he came.

  Nothing was going as normal with Beatrice.

  Never had being inside a girl felt so good.

  He feared he was addicted to being inside this young woman's body, a thought not nearly as frightening as the odd and powerful feeling blossoming inside his chest.

  The thought which triggered his release deep inside her welcoming body.

  It was the most powerful feeling he’d ever experienced.

  Chapter 18

  Give me more

  Fucking Zion was everything Beatrice had imagined it would have been and so much more.

  She had no idea how much time had passed since the last climax had rocked her entire existence on its axis waned into mini aftershocks, but when she opened her eyes, it was to find Zion looking down at her. Her thighs cradling his hips and his pulsating stiffness still buried deep within her, their combined juices making a sticky mess where they were joined.

  He was watching her with an unreadable expression shimmering just beneath the lust darkening in his features.

  High on the euphoria of this first experience with her dream lover, Beatrice focused on his desire for her instead.

  She was not nearly sated or done with him yet. It would definitely take more than one session to purge the need to fuck this older man out of her system.

  She could not wait to feel the powerful thrust of him between her thighs again and so she asked, “How soon can we do that again?”

  His cock jumped inside her and his hips jerked as if her question had electrocuted him.

  Minutes later she was on her hands and knees with him thrusting strongly behind her and, much to her delight, her question was answered.

  Chapter 19

  You belong to me

  Zion and Beatrice were at a members-only sex dungeon downtown.

  Accessible only through a secret descending spiral staircase, the sex dungeon was housed below the popular nightclub Folly, yet most of the men and women dancing, drinking and flirting in the floors above had no idea the dungeon existed mere inches below them.

  The sex dungeon catered only to a few select customers all of whom had the prestige, money and peculiar sexual appetites.

  Depravity surrounded Zion and Beatrice as if they were everyday occurrences. Probably because they were here.

  Group sex, spankings, bondage, domination, exhibitionism, humiliation and degradation. Very little was off-limits.

  One particular couple, a man and woman, could not contain their animal
natures and were going at it at the table right next to Beatrice and Zion's. The woman had her dress bundled up around her waist while she straddled her male laying-down companion, balancing on the balls of her feet so that her only point of contact with him was with his cock. At the intersection of his cock and her pussy was a pretty young sub licking the woman’s nipples.

  That little sideshow was nothing, however, compared to the wanton display of lust going on center stage where a beautiful young Asian woman was tied up and getting flogged.

  The unclothed woman was bound by a fancy contraption that made her cunt, ass, mouth and breasts easily accessible.

  Her ass glowed under the spotlight, prominently displaying the red welts her Master had graced her with. She demonstrated her gratitude by reciting, counting every time her flesh was decorated with another stroke.

  She jerked, cried and screamed with every lashing but had yet to call out her word of safety, and the rough play had her thighs glistening with arousal.

  Her Master, a tall, muscular dark-skinned man named Benny was fully naked as well and his cock, a huge cock by anyone's standards, was fully erect and pointing proudly at the ceiling.

  He relented finally when she reached the count of one hundred. He then positioned himself behind her.

  The anticipation and arousal shimmering among the onlooking crowd thickened as they watched him penetrate her. Benny was a tough Master and it was clear he had no intention of going easy on his slave.

  Her hole strained to take his thickness and the woman rose to the tips of her toes as if trying to get away. But there was nowhere to run and no escape from the merciless pounding to come.

  She forced herself to take every inch of the giant man and her body responded to the task by shaking.