Trixie Provoked

by Viktor Redreich

  Since her touch wasn’t working, she decided to try something else.

  Lifting his hips, she pulled his underwear down his legs.

  “Trixie, I don’t think we should-” he started, but she interrupted his protest by taking his limp cock into her mouth.

  The minutes ticked by and Trixie had run out of tricks. She’d used her lips and tongue, even her teeth. She took off her lingerie to tempt him with the sight of her nude body.

  Nothing worked.

  Jake was just not getting hard.

  “I can’t get erect. Please stop, Trixie,” he said, and finally his despair made her aware of how selfish her desires had been.

  She looked up to find his eyes wet.

  “I’m so sorry, babe. I can’t be the man you need, and it’s fucking killing me,” he whispered as if the words had been forced from him.

  Trixie was disappointed, but not at him. She was disappointed at herself.

  She knew Jake was feeling insecure about his condition and her aggressive actions weren’t helping him in the least.

  “Oh, baby, I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re not ready, and I need to respect that.”

  Instead of making him feel better, her words had the opposite effect. Jake burst into tears.

  He was utterly broken, and she was to blame.

  Cuddling up against him, she kissed his cheeks and wiped his tears away.

  “It’s okay,” she crooned against his hair as her arousal dimmed.

  He curled into her and continued to sob.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d cried about his dysfunction over the last few weeks. The truth was, Jake was falling into a funk and Trixie wasn’t sure if she had it in herself to handle it. She had no idea how to help him.

  Before the accident, when he was stressed or sad, a good orgasm would have worked wonders to improve his mood.

  That was when Trixie got one of her brightest ideas yet.

  There was more than one way to make a man cum!

  She untangled her limbs from his and got off the bed.

  He didn’t move, but his cries quieted.

  From the bathroom she gathered oils and fought to keep the memory of massaging Rick in the hotel room in China out of her mind.

  This was not about her or Rick.

  This was about making Jake feel better.

  Trixie spread oil over her hands, making sure to coat her fingers liberally.

  She climbed back onto the bed and coaxed Jake to roll onto his front. He refused to make eye contact with her. In fact, he buried his face in the sheets.

  That was good because she knew that what she was about to do needed to be a surprise.

  He was surprised indeed when she pushed her finger into his ass.

  He went ramrod straight and lifted his head, his eyes popping wide open.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice trembling.

  She rubbed his back with her free hand and draped her body over his to soothe him.

  “Relax, baby. Just let me make you feel good,” she whispered in his ear and gently sawed her finger back and forth.

  “But this is wrong,” he returned, even though his ass cheeks unclenched to let her further inside.

  “Nothing we do together is wrong,” she told him.

  It was apparently the right thing to say because after that Jake gave complete control of his body to Trixie.

  “Oh fuck, that feels good,” he moaned a few minutes later as she fucked his ass with increasing vigor.

  Jake was moaning like a woman getting fucked, and Trixie was, oddly, getting off on dominating him that way.

  His cries grew louder and louder and then, “Oh shit, I think I’m cumming.”

  The sheets were wet with his ejaculation even though his cock never got fully hard.

  Jake looked at her in wonder then kissed her with more passion than he had expressed in the past few weeks.

  He told her how intense the orgasm had been for him, and from that point onwards, the two had begun experimenting with different ways to make Jake cum from getting assfucked.

  Soon, one finger was not enough for the horny young man, and Trixie filled his ass with more.

  Trixie upped the stakes and purchased a strap-on dildo a few days later.

  While Trixie was not cumming from the ass play, she was aroused by having Jake submit to her. She usually made herself cum after Jake fell asleep from all the orgasms she’d given him.

  He didn’t try to stop her when she entered their bedroom with the strap-on buckled in place.

  He bent over for her like a good boy and let her fuck him. He climaxed countless times and slept like a baby afterward.

  After, she laid next to him with an aching pussy, needing to be filled and slammed.

  It didn’t bother her though.

  In a few short hours, she would get what she needed. To an extent anyway.

  Trixie had secretly been seeing Rick at the office.

  She’d tried limiting their intimacies to handjobs, but that didn’t last long. Her conscience was no match for her libido and her need for erotic thrills.

  The handjobs had progressed to her stripping for Rick in his office, spreading her legs and sitting on his desk so he could watch her masturbate. She was soon giving him blowjobs.

  When that became too tame for them, he began fingering and eating her to climax.

  She told herself that their non-penetrative arrangement was enough. The lie didn’t sustain her for very long.

  Over the weeks that followed, Trixie continued to let Jake get his rocks off with the strap-on while she and Rick helped each other.

  Circumstances soon, however, became insufficiently satisfying for a woman of such high libido.

  She was frustrated because she hadn’t had a dick inside her for so long. Not since before the accident.

  She was going crazy and feared she wouldn’t be able to honor her commitment to remain loyal to Jake for much longer.

  Trixie went down for breakfast one morning to find Sandra waiting there.

  She hesitated at the threshold.

  She’d been avoiding the woman, which was an easy thing to do most mornings as Sandra almost always slept in late.

  Rick had left very early that morning for the office and Jake was still snoozing, absolutely worn out from all the times Trixie had fucked his ass the previous night.

  There was no buffer between Trixie and Sandra. Trixie had considered tip-toeing away before Sandra had a chance to spot her.

  It seemed, though, that Sandra had eyes in the back of her head because she said, “Help yourself to some breakfast and then come sit next to me, Trix.”

  With a soft greeting, Trixie went in to prepare herself some marmalade on toast and a cup of earl grey, then joined Sandra at the table in the kitchen.

  They sat in silence for a few moments, punctuated only by the teaspoon clinking inside the ceramic cup before Sandra suddenly said, “I know you and Rick have been fooling around.”

  Trixie gasped. Her toast fell to the floor.

  She looked up at Sandra slowly.

  The woman was quiet, hardly moving. Her Spanish omelet and grilled asparagus had remained untouched, and her eyes were trained, like a hawk, on Trixie.

  She looked like a killer.

  Trixie was shocked, embarrassed, ashamed and afraid. At that moment, she feared that Sandra might have had murderous intentions.

  Trixie began to shiver but couldn’t for the life of her find a lie or an excuse to provide.

  Sandra picked up her knife, sliced through the omelet with the side of the cold metal utensil and jabbed it with the fork, bringing it to her mouth, finally, to take her first bite. The evil aura around her disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived.

  “It’s okay,” she told a statue-still Trixie. “I actually predicted this would happen. You’re a healthy young woman with a love for sex and Rick is a horny bastard. The hornball certainly isn’t gettin
g his rocks off fucking me.” She chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “I haven’t had sex in years, and frankly, I’m just not interested anymore. I am happy Rick has a young girl to play with.” She looked up at a surprised Trixie and smiled. “Close your mouth before you catch flies, dear.”

  Trixie’s jaw audibly snapped shut, but she remained still and silent, eyes glued to the woman she no longer knew what to make of.

  Sandra continued as if they were engaged in perfectly normal breakfast-table conversation.

  “I’m also aware that my son is no longer fully functional in the sex department. No other woman will have him in his current condition, and I cannot have news of his issue getting around. It would ruin the family image. Therefore, as you’re partly to blame for his current predicament and if you want to remain part of this family and the company, you must marry him at the soonest.”

  Just like that, this woman had threatened Trixie without batting a lash.

  She understood what Sandra was saying, though.

  If Trixie married Jake, she could fuck Rick as much as she liked. On the other hand, if Trixie did not agree to marry Jake, then Sandra would kick her out of the house and leave her without a job.

  Trixie had no desire to mess up the future she’d planned for herself. Besides, this was a big, wealthy family. Being part of their circle would ensure her enduring success.

  Was there really even a choice in the matter?

  Her brain pondered Sandra’s proposal, but her pussy was already tingling in anticipation.

  And was how she found herself spread out on Rick’s desk less than an hour later.

  His pants were around his ankles, his bare cock pressing into her sopping vagina.

  She was completely naked, her work clothes all over the floor. Her breasts bounced when he shoved into her strong and hard.

  Finally.

  It felt like forever since he had been inside her and she felt, finally, complete.

  She surrendered herself to this man’s care as he fucked her silly with his employees bustling right outside the office door.

  It did not matter that Jake was his son or her fiancé.

  It did not matter if fucking him was wrong or right.

  It didn’t even matter that the people outside might have heard them going at it with the increasing volume of her cries.

  All that mattered was that he was finally rutting inside her, giving her the burning relief she had so long been denied.

  He was masterful in a way that Jake had never been. And never would be able to match, sadly. Trixie knew she’d fuck this man forever and a day and not get tired of having him deep inside.

  “You’re mine now,” he told her as he came deep into her welcoming hole.

  “Yes,” she cried out as she spasmed around his jabbing cock yet again.

  It was not the last time they’d fucked in Rick’s office that day. That day did, however, mark the start of a whole new life for Trixie.

  A few weeks later, Trixie and Jake got married in a grand wedding ceremony.

  No expense was spared, and Trixie felt like a princess that day despite her belly being large and round.

  She was very pregnant indeed, and the whispers that Jake was only marrying her to save face with his family and friends had been swirling.

  Trixie didn’t care what anyone had to say though. She was happy and wouldn’t have changed a thing.

  Not even finding Jake being assfucked with the strap-on by his nurse on their wedding night got her down. She was getting fucked by Rick regularly and vigorously anyway.

  She’d even moved into Rick’s bedroom and since stopped assfucking her now-husband ever since she’d consummated her relationship with Rick.

  Sandra had her own bedroom by then and was satisfied with the arrangement the foursome had.

  Jake soon moved to China. He was now able to take up the post his father had previously assigned to him and soon became involved with a fierce female Kung Fu blackbelt dominatrix.

  It wasn’t long after that Trixie gave birth to a bouncing baby boy

  The boy looked exactly like Jake.

  Author's Note

  Young girls with older men.

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  Young girls taking off their clothes and crawling on top of men two or three times their ages.

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  Young girls licking their lips, smiling, sticking their bubblegum behind their ears and sinking to their knees as they eagerly unbuckle the belts of men old enough to be their dads.

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  What is with the Instagram model who brags about finding herself a successful, older “Daddy”? Of declaring to the world that the man in the expensive suit with the ten-day stubble, sharp eyes, and cocky smile has just “collared” her?

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  The college girl who sits right in front of the lecture hall, eyes roaming up and down her hunky professor’s muscular torso, his sculpted arms threatening to rip through the material of his crisp-cotton shirt… only for the girl to spread her thighs and give the professor a cheeky peek up her tiny little skirt?

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  Why are so many fresh young female interns working late just to spend some alone time with their high-powered male bosses? Don’t they realize these men are probably married?

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  And don’t get me started on the girl who goes over to her best friend’s house just to meet her best friend’s dad. She knows her best friend isn’t home, but oopsie, she just totally forgot, and she was sooo looking forward to working on her tan… would her best friend’s dad mind if she just lay out by the pool for a bit?

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  He wouldn’t mind if she took her top off, would he? No, he’s a disciplined man with self-control. He wouldn’t do anything inappropriate with his daughter’s friend.

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  Rubbing suntan lotion all over the young girl’s soft, supple skin isn’t inappropriate, is it?

  My beautiful sexy reader,

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  It’s Viktor here. Thank you so goddamn much for reading Trixie Provoked.

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  Of all the books I’ve written, none have generated as much controversy as this one has. While the vast majority of readers love this book, there are some who say that it promotes infidelity. Some are unnerved by this book because they hated Trixie yet they related to her. Some just want more of Zion from Book 1.

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  Well, the good news is the beast named Zion will show up again, this time with an entire book all about him.

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  Meanwhile, I want you to check out the rest of the books in this series: Amber Stigmatized, Sophie Corrupted, Cindy Violated, Megan Disgraced, and Ella Exposed.

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  Each of these novels zoom-in on different relationship dynamics. A young maid having an affair with the man of the house, for example. Or, a girl who falls for her mother’s ex-boyfriend. A repressed virgin who finally finds the satisfaction she craves in the arms of older men.

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  Give them all a read and let me know what you think, ok?

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  Love,

  Viktor

  Excerpt from the book Megan Disgraced

  by Viktor Redreich

  When Megan opened the door, the last thing that she expected to find on the other side of it was the very woman whose panties she was wearing under her uniform.

  "Stacey!” She exclaimed, and she could feel herself flushing bright red already, even though there was no way that she could know what Megan had going on under her outfit. What was she doing here? Had she stopped by to see Dravid? Because he had left for work nearly an hour before, leaving Megan to take care of her normal tasks and potter around the house taking care of business. The last thing she had expected was an interruption – let alone one from the woman who she knew she had stolen from in such a filthy way.

  "May I come in?" Stacey asked. There was a sureness to her tone, a certainty, as though she knew
that Megan was already going to say yes. Megan nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in.

  "I’m sorry, Dravid’s not here at the moment-" she began to apologize, but before she could get anything else out, Stacey lifted her hand to stop her in her tracks.

  "I’m not here to see Dravid," she replied firmly. "I’m here to see you."

  "To see...me?" Megan replied, her voice shaking slightly. She had never had a visitor here. And she couldn’t help but wonder if this had something to do with her little display the day before, when she had exposed herself to Dravid to ask for a spanking. Surely he wouldn’t have shared that with anyone else, would he?

  "To see you," Stacey repeated, confirming the reason for her presence. She took off her coat, and looked at Megan expectantly; even though it had never been part of her job, Megan hurried towards her at once and took it from her, hanging it up carefully on the rack next to the door.

  "Thank you," Stacey told her, and she moved to the living room; Megan followed after her, not quite sure what she was supposed to be doing right now. Did she offer her a drink? To call Dravid and let him know that he had a visitor? She didn’t even know where to start...

  "So, I’m going to cut to the chase," Stacey explained, and Megan felt a wash of relief at once. So, she wouldn’t have to spend too long dancing back and forth and trying to work out what it was that this woman desired from her.