“Please, officers,” I moaned. “Can’t I do something for you so you’ll let me off?”
My pussy dripped on the car hood. This was a fantasy, a dream, like something Tyler would have watched on one of his porn sites. I finally understood that boyfriend of mine. After all this, maybe we could reconnect …
Except, I’d seen too much to ever be satisfied with what he could offer. Best to cling to the fantasy, make it last.
“What do you think, boys? Should we let this pretty piece of work off lightly?”
“If she can get us off,” a cop joked, “we’ll let her off.”
“Yes!” I screamed.
They pounced upon me, treating me like nothing more than a fuck toy. They took turns plowing into my pussy, my ass, my mouth. They swapped indiscriminately, so I tasted the essence of my various holes on the cocks that shoved into my mouth. It was so wrong, so right. I was so overwhelmed I would have forgotten to breathe if their actions hadn’t had me gasping.
They squeezed my clit, and pinched my nipples, smacked my ass, and drilled their tongues into my mouth. They bit my neck, my shoulders, slid their nails down my sensitive inner thighs.
They were relentless.
Through it all, I came, and came again, shockwaves pounding through me. I was no longer human. I was merely a vessel for pleasure. That, at least, was what it felt like as they ravaged my helpless body. With my hands bound and their collective weight holding me down, I simply had to take it and that was the sweetest ecstasy of all.
Tears brimmed in my eyes and sobs mingled with gasps on my breath, but it was from joy this time. I was so happy I was overflowing with my delight. That, and their cum.
Chapter 28
Homeboud
True night fell by the time the cops finished with me. The one who originally spoke to me removed the handcuffs from my wrists and rubbed my aching ass. “You’re a damn fine fuck.”
I smiled at him and giggled. “Thank you.”
The others agreed, glancing at each other with sappy grins on their faces.
The cop gave my ass a light swat, then tilted his head and looked into my eyes. His were a sweet golden brown, filled with an unknown emotion. “You know,” he began, “I thought I was making a mistake when I first stopped you. But now I’m sure of it. I feel like I recognize you from somewhere. The thing is, I’d surely remember someone like you.”
My heart stuttered. “You’re mistaken, sir.”
“I’m not sure,” he said. “I think I may have dreamed of you before. The perfect woman.” He sighed and shook his head. “I want to consider that I dreamed you into reality but that’s dumb.”
“Someone had to,” I said, and I wasn’t sure what I meant, but the cop seemed satisfied. He rubbed my breast with his hand and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“You enjoy your flight, now. Be sure to come see us at the station if you ever come back.” He winked. “But of course you’ll come back You belong here.”
No.
This was wrong.
But what was I denying? What was wrong? Leaving the island? Wanting to stay? I didn’t know anymore. I set my sights on the one thing I did know and that was that Donovan was waiting for me.
I headed into the airport, pausing at the entrance to turn back and wave a farewell at the cops. They practically fell all over themselves to be the one to give the most enthusiastic farewell. I turned away and went in search of the nearest bathroom to clean up. Not that there was much I could do for the marks the handcuffs left on my wrists, or the various scratches and hickeys. Looking at myself in the mirror, at my wild appearance, my pussy gave a deep pang.
My hair was unkempt, uneven, longer than it had been when I arrived. My skin was darker from so much sun, my body leaner. Even the color of my eyes seemed to have changed, grown brighter and clearer. I looked like one of the islanders. Alora had told me so long ago that so many people came to the Caribbean and added their influence to the local culture. I could have been one of them quite easily. If a tourist coming to the island for the first time had seen me, they surely wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.
I leaned my hands on the sink and stared at myself in my reflection.
What would it be like to make a life here? I had had a sort of sexual awakening during my time here. I had come into my own, discovered my desires. Nothing was taboo here. Everything was accepted. I could be …
Myself?
Who was I? The girl I had been, or the girl I was now?
The present or the past?
I bit my lip hard enough to taste coppery blood. I wouldn’t say the little girl I’d been at six-years-old was who I was now, would I? The past was … not me. But I was who I was because of the past.
Which meant I was … me. Now. Here.
But my college courses … My mother … I couldn’t just abandon all that.
I couldn’t stay in this bathroom forever.
I left, shutting off the light behind me, and it felt like I was turning off the light in my memories. I headed toward the terminal. There was no telling if Donovan would still be around since I was several hours late thanks to all the fucking on the way here. I knew now that had been a subconscious effort to delay the inevitable. I had been trying to be late so the plane would leave without me and I could stay here without guilt for another day or two.
No one stopped me as I made my way through the gate and onto the little runway. The moonshine like a spotlight on Donovan’s little plane, erasing all its flaws with a wash of silver.
The steps were down. The inside of the plane was lit up. I mounted the steps and looked around. Donovan reclined in a seat in front of the cockpit, arms draped over the back. A cigarette hung in the corner of his mouth, unlit. His hair was messy, his eyes droopy, drowsy. His laidback attitude had irritated me before but now his sleepy, careless demeanor struck me as sensual. He hadn’t a care in the world.
I licked my lips and pressed my thighs together. I recalled how big his cock was. I imagined it driving into me, ever so slowly. He would pick up speed, holding me down, his grip so strong I’d have no choice except to take every inch he forced into me.
A soundless gasp escaped my lips.
Donovan looked up. His eyes opened just a bit wider and focused on me, turning sharp. He lifted a finger and crooked it in a come-here gesture, a smile uncoiling on his lips.
I pushed my bags aside and went over to him, drawn in by that smile and feeling a similar grin on my lips.
“Do you know what I want from you?” Donovan asked.
“Tell me.”
“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. Your stuck-up attitude left a bad taste in my mouth before but now … you’ve changed. The island’s in your blood now. Isn’t it?”
As casual as his tone was, I heard the demand for an answer. He was watching me, seeing if I’d revert back to who I had been before.
But I understood now. I could never go back.
I was repeating Alora’s journey but in reverse.
A sense of homecoming filled my chest. “The magic word wouldn’t hurt if you want to get what you want.”
Donovan laughed at me and sat up straighter. “I’m not a man who wastes time on niceties. I take what I want.”
He stood, towering over me. He tangled his fingers in my hair and kissed me, clamping his lips down on mine.
I moaned and leaned into him. He shoved me down onto the floor of the plane. I spread my arms and legs and let him do whatever he pleased. He was a rough, vigorous lover. Clearly, he’d saved his energy for fucking. The whole of the plane rocked with his thrusts and it felt like turbulence, like we were in the air, because I was flying on pleasure.
When it was over, we both lay sweating and breathless on the floor. Donovan started chuckling. “Damn, girl.”
I laughed softly, relaxed, at peace.
Donovan lifted his head. “So, now you’ve paid the airfare, where can I fly you to, little lady?”
I tho
ught about it. Hard.
He waited as if he could sense my internal turmoil.
I belonged here, but I couldn’t abandon my responsibilities. But that didn’t mean I could never return if I left.
I had wanted to study Sexual Psychology. I had wanted to write a paper. Well, fuck that. It was going to be a book, and it was going to be an autobiography, an exploration of my time on Anwak and the wonders it had done for my soul. But first, I had to go back to the States and tell Mom and drop out of college.
I’d enroll back in Zion’s school. I’d study hard. I’d request time with him, in his mansion, either as an observer or participant. Maybe he’d make me his apprentice. There was no telling. The future was wide open for me.
Others deserved to have the same chance and embrace the slut inside.
“Take me home,” I told Donovan. Then I corrected myself, “Take me to the States.”
He smiled with understanding.
Anwak was home.
My journey wasn’t over. It was just getting started.
* * *
END
Author's Note
“Women have a naturally submissive need for men,” claims Zion.
What a jerk, right?
What a freakin’ misogynist.
How dare he!
Lucky he’s on some island in the middle of the ocean or he’d have protests if not riots to deal with.
“In this age, society has progressed so far that people forget the natural order of things. They have forgotten the proper place for women. That place is submissive to men. It is an innate, instinctual part of them. A woman’s body is designed for sex, designed to receive a man’s hard cock in not just her pussy but her ass and mouth as well. Do not let the words of others deceive you into believing otherwise. Accepting this fact is vital. All women are intended by nature’s design to be sluts and to do whatever men desire.”
Can you believe this guy? Women are designed by nature to be sluts?
No. Women are designed by nature to be astrophysicists, archeoligists, and architects. Anything they damn well want to be.
Right?
“The clitoris has no purpose other than to allow a woman to feel pleasure.”
Well. He does have a point there. But still.
“A woman’s breasts are worshipped as a sign of fertility the world over. Her hips entice men to breed children with her. In fact, every part of a woman’s body is designed to entice men. For what? As I have stated before, the answer is sex.”
Breasts are beautiful things though. You have to admit. Worthy of worship.
And really, if women didn’t have such beautiful, attractive, delicious bodies, then men wouldn’t want to make babies with them.
And if we stopped making babies, humans would die out.
“Men, too, have roles that nature designed for them. By way of power above any of our comprehensions, man is made to be excited at the sight of women. This all means that women have a duty to be sexual and sensual creatures. By embracing a sexually liberated nature, a woman frees herself from the other restraints of society. Sluthood is freedom.” He balled his hand into a fist and thumped it on the podium. “Let me repeat. Sluthood is freedom. By the end of your time here, you will know this freedom and embrace it with your mind, body, and soul. Welcome to my school.”
What do you think?
Is women being sexually liberated the natural order of things?
Is sluthood freedom?
Let me know what you think. I’d love to know your thoughts.
Love,
Viktor
Email: [email protected]
From Sophie Corrupted
by Viktor Redreich
Vivian turned up to the address she’d been given. She wasn’t going to any ladies’ night; that was just a white lie she’d told Adrian to get him off her case. The condo building reached far up into the sky, all white, with huge windows and expansive balconies scattered across it. It was in a prime location in the middle of the city. The lobby was marble and mirrors, with elegant statues and sparkling chandeliers.
“I’m here to see Elijah Pine,” Vivian announced to the security guard.
“Name, please?”
“Vivian.”
He checked his records and got up to open the glass door to let her through. The elevator ride to the 21st floor was smooth and silent, like being wafted up to the heavens on a cloud. On the way, Vivian took a moment to check herself out in the mirrored doors, admiring her ass, waist and boobs. The doors whooshed open, Vivian walked along the plush carpet to Elijah’s door, and rang the doorbell. The door unlocked automatically, and she let herself in.
The open-plan condo that she walked into left her breathless. The floors were dark hardwood, and the living room was furnished with long, inviting leather sofas. High ceilings allowed for grand windows that presented an uninterrupted view of the city skyline. Sharing the view was a long glass table that could seat a party of 12, maybe more. Huge sliding glass doors were open, letting in a pleasant breeze that made the long, sheer curtains dance at their sides. Vivian walked towards the open doors, and saw that they led to a balcony that was nearly the size of the ground floor inside. To the far left sat an oversized jacuzzi in which Elijah sat with his arm around another woman. They were both naked. He turned around and smiled at Vivian, motioning with his head for her to come join them.
Vivian slipped off her high heels, followed by her dress and her fishnet stockings. Now naked as well, she stepped inside the bubbling jacuzzi.
“Welcome, Vivian! This is Krystal,” Elijah winked at her.
Krystal’s chocolate hair poured down her slender body. Her plump tits were not quite as big as Vivian’s, but her big, brown eyes and button nose made up for it. Vivian did her best to hide her jealousy of Krystal’s modelesque face, smiling at the pretty little thing. Elijah handed her a glass of bubbly, and the three cheersed before she took a big swig of the expensive champagne.
Vivian didn’t waste any time, and leaned over to Elijah and kissed his delicious lips, then moving down to his neck and chest. Krystal took her cue and did the same on his other side. Elijah, meanwhile, sipped his champagne while being attended to by two beautiful women. Pangs of jealousy continuing to rise in her belly, Vivian slipped her hand upwards on Elijah’s thigh until it found his balls, which she began fondling under the water. Feeling he was hard, she moved her hands farther up to his cock, and began stroking it. Elijah pulled himself up, out of the water and positioned himself at the edge of the jacuzzi with his hard, thick, throbbing pillar, and Vivian followed him, taking his dick in her mouth, and deepthroating him the way she’d learned to do with past boyfriends. As she did so, Krystal fondled and sucked on Vivian’s breasts. It felt amazing, so Vivian moved to allow her better access.
Enjoying the show, Elijah removed his cock from Vivian’s mouth and gently pushed the two women’s heads together, encouraging them to make out. They obeyed, switching between devouring one another’s mouths the way pornstars did, and suckling each other’s breasts. After a while, they turned their attention back to Elijah’s cock, licking his balls, slurping up and down the length of his shaft, their warm tongues fighting to service him.
Suddenly, Elijah’s phone buzzed. He reached over to the table that held the champagne and picked it up, answering it as the women continued to pleasure him. The conversation didn’t last long. “It’s work, ladies. I have to handle this,” and he stepped out of the jacuzzi, walking over to a deck chair where he sat down to talk on the phone.
Ignoring his hint for some privacy, Vivian followed him and knelt in front of him with her ass perched towards him, and guided his cock into her pussy. She pushed back against his rock-hard cock repeatedly, using her body to fuck him while he was on the phone. Krystal joined her, rubbing her tits against him as he conducted business. He didn’t seem to mind.
Finally, Elijah hung up. He turned Vivian around to face him, and grabbed her face and fucked her throat har
d, grabbing fistfulls of her hair until he exploded into her mouth. Vivian captured each and every spurt of his hot semen in her mouth and held it on her tongue with an accomplished look on her face. Krystal moved towards Vivian and kissed her, sucking Elijah’s cum out of Vivian’s mouth with a slutty smile. Elijah watched the women giggling and passing his semen back and forth between each others months, observing how it became thicker and more frothy as is mixed with the women's’ combined saliva, but when the foamy fluid began to drip down their chins and fall onto their naked breasts, he put on a bathrobe, apparently uninterested in watching the women lick the jizz off each others’ titties.
“Sorry to put an end to this, ladies, but I really need to deal with some work stuff. Let’s do this again sometime.” His eyes were alight with the sparkle of an indulged man.
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