Buy Me Sir

by Jade West

“Anything I want?” His eyes are cold, and it hurts, but I’m excited. A flicker between my thighs that wants to throw myself on the floor at his feet and beg him to take me. Beg him to do it all, every dirty thing he’s ever dreamed of.

  “Anything,” I whisper.

  “Fine,” he says. “Then let’s do anything I want.”

  He takes the glass from my fingers and the clutch bag from my shoulder. He places them both on the dresser and takes me by the hand.

  My fingers clasp his as he pulls me through to the bathroom and flicks on the light.

  It’s a harsh contrast to the softness of the bedroom, my eyes blink as I adjust.

  His hand pulls from mine and lands on my shoulder, firm as he demands I drop to my knees.

  He points to a spot at the side of the toilet, and I shuffle along until he positions himself before me, his hand on my head.

  “Anything, Amy, are you sure?”

  “Positive,” I tell him.

  He unbuckles his belt and steps closer, and my heart jumps. He takes out his cock, and it’s bigger than I expected, much bigger than I pictured. He’s already hard, the head of him swollen dark.

  He takes a handful of hair and tips my head back, but my eyes are still on his cock, watching his hand move back and forth.

  Transfixed.

  I’m transfixed.

  I want to touch him so bad but I’m scared. Scared I’ll do it wrong.

  “Look at me,” he says, and I do. I do look at him, staring up into eyes that show no emotion whatsoever, even though my heart is spilling out through mine. “I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop, do you understand me?”

  My poor heart hammers. “Yes.”

  I clench my thighs, and even though this isn’t what I planned, isn’t for a second what I dreamed of, I still want this. I still want him. Still want everything.

  “I understand,” I say.

  “Open your mouth. Nice and wide.”

  I open my mouth nice and wide. Position myself right under his cock, my tongue out and waiting, my eyes on his, even though I’m so scared I could be sick, even though my nerves are jangling and my clit is going crazy between my legs.

  I whimper as he presses the head of his cock to my bottom lip, but I don’t pull away, not even for a heartbeat.

  I take a breath, and grip his thighs to keep me steady.

  “If you spill a single drop I’m going to make you lick it from the floor.”

  I stick my tongue out further ready to catch the flow.

  “Are you ready?”

  I nod, just a tiny tip of the head.

  “Drink it all down like a good girl.”

  I keep my eyes on his.

  I’m ready. I’m really ready. My fingers squeeze his thighs, my eyes wide open. Do it. Just do it.

  “Very good,” he says.

  He turns away from me and aims the stream for the toilet.

  I gawk in shock, watching that stream of piss as it lands innocently in the bowl.

  “Did I do something wrong?” My voice is so pathetic.

  “Not at all,” he says, and shakes himself off. He fastens his trousers and flushes the chain, then lathers his hands in the sink and dries them off. “It infuriates me when people bluff.”

  “But I wasn’t bluffing…” I tell him.

  “Yes,” he says. “I know.”

  “Then what?” I begin, but he cuts me off, taking hold of my elbow to lift me to my feet.

  “It was a test,” he tells me. “You passed.”

  “I passed?!”

  He smiles and it’s beautiful. “Yes, Amy. You passed.”

  I really don’t think I should say thanks, so I don’t. “Don’t you want to… do that?”

  He smirks. “Lord, no. What the hell do you take me for?” He steps back into the bedroom. “You haven’t even finished your champagne yet.” He gestures to the bottle still chilling. “Anyway, piss play isn’t really my thing.”

  “It’s not?” I think of all the porn I’ve seen at his house. All the times I’ve watched men pee all over women on screen.

  “No. It’s not.”

  I follow him out. “So, um… what now?” I ask, and I realise my breath is steadier. My nerves evening out.

  “We start over,” he tells me. “You can call me Ted.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Alexander

  It was a cunty move and I know it, but the girl was a wreck when she walked in through that door, barely able to string a sentence together.

  Nerves and fear. An unpleasant combination at the best of times, not least when you’re about to give your cherry to some random in a hotel room, I imagine.

  As it turns out, Amy has steel behind those big doe eyes.

  She’s more beautiful in the flesh than she was on Claude’s seedy video. She’s unsteady on her heels, which indicates she doesn’t walk on them often, and she keeps fidgeting with the fabric of her dress, as though she’s not sure it fits properly.

  It fits perfectly.

  The light pink of the fabric highlights every slope and curve of her body. The pale flesh of her cleavage showing nicely, without being slutty.

  I take a seat on the edge of the bed and pat the spot at my side for her to join me.

  She sits down close, much closer than I expected, and I’m pleased my asshole of an initiation hasn’t sent her running. She’s far from running.

  She looks strangely euphoric, shy but transfixed as she looks at me. Stares at me.

  The girl has been staring at me since she came in through the door.

  “This is quite a way to spend your first time,” I comment.

  “I want this…” she begins, but I wave my hand.

  “We’re past that,” I say. “I apologise if I scared you.” I make sure my eyes are on hers when I deliver the next statement. “But I’m likely to do it again, and next time won’t be a test. My interests are… extreme.”

  Her eyes are incredible, thick eyelashes that I want to feel flutter against my skin, even though I rarely go in for contact that personal.

  “Will they kill me… these interests?” she asks, and the question is serious, delivered so matter of factly that it takes my breath.

  “No,” I tell her. “Of course not.”

  She smiles. Her smile is beautiful.

  “Then I don’t care,” she says. “I don’t care what you do to me.”

  She can’t be serious, shouldn’t be serious, but she is. There’s a simple honesty in the way she angles her body towards mine. A calmness in her breath that I feel against my cheek.

  I’ve paid a lot of money for this girl, but honestly, I’d have paid double for the experience I’m having right now.

  I’ve needed this, craved this, someone like her. Someone real.

  She feels so real to me.

  I can barely believe this is happening.

  “Is there anything you want to tell me?” I ask. “Anything you want me to know? About you, about what you like?”

  She shakes her head. “No. Just please don’t… hold back… I want it to be good… for you…”

  Her words go straight to my cock. The soft tone of her voice brings out the demons, and it’s been too long. Too long to keep control.

  I should tell her to leave. Send this sweet girl away to a far more fulfilling experience with someone who isn’t a filthy cunt.

  “Please…” she whispers, as though she can read my mind. “I really want this…”

  And I believe her.

  I believe her when she leans in so slowly, her eyes open as she dares to guide her lips towards mine.

  “I’m going to be rough,” I warn her.

  “I don’t care…” she says.

  And neither do I.

  I kiss her, her soft lips so sweet as they press to mine. She opens her mouth without hesitation, her tongue yielding as she murmurs. I take a handful of hair and hold her tight, and her hand comes to my wrist, her fingers so light
against my skin.

  She kisses me back, her tongue circling mine as though she really wants me, her breath quickening as she edges closer.

  I break the contact long enough to tug her dress up around her waist. She picks up where I’ve left off, hitching it up and over her tits, then tossing it free over her head.

  She’s wearing the same bra and knickers from the video, the underwire digging into the flesh at the side of her tits. Much too small.

  I press a hand to her ribs and guide her backwards, and she falls so easily, reclining back onto the bed and bringing up her knees. I unfasten the buckles of her sparkly heels, and pull them free.

  She has perfect ankles.

  Perfect little toes.

  I shunt her further up until she reaches for a pillow and places it under her head. I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.

  I watch the damp patch on her knickers as she spreads her legs for me.

  She wants me.

  Fuck knows why, but she does.

  Melissa

  He drapes his jacket over the armchair and tugs the tie loose from his neck.

  I’ve pulled that same tie taut around my own neck and pretended it was him.

  My pussy flutters.

  I’m not scared. Not anymore.

  I love the way he kisses. I love the taste of him. I love his breath on my face.

  I love the way his fingers feel in my hair.

  I love the way he looks so dangerous right now.

  He does look dangerous. His eyes dark and wild and his jaw so tight.

  He unbuttons his shirt and takes out his cufflinks. I lift myself on my elbows for a clear sight of him, and he’s everything I dreamed. His chest is toned without being bulging muscle, a smattering of dark hair leading down to his bellybutton.

  He takes off his belt and his eyes don’t leave mine.

  “Let me see you,” he says.

  I slip my fingers around my back, unclasping my bra without hesitation and tossing it away to the side.

  He drops his trousers, and his cock looks even bigger than it did in the bathroom, jutting up towards his belly as he leans forward and takes hold of my knickers.

  I squirm to help him, and he yanks them down and off, then spreads my legs to stare at my pussy.

  I feel so exposed. Crazy exposed.

  I can’t believe this is happening as he climbs onto the bed alongside me. I reach out to touch him and his skin burns my fingers; I can’t stop grinning.

  His thumbs brush my nipples and it makes me moan.

  His lips land on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.

  I’m a wriggling mess underneath him, his chest pressed to mine as my legs hook around his. His tongue is fierce and deep, the ridge of his cock grinds against my belly.

  I want him inside me.

  I want him to do it.

  I try to position myself, spreading my legs nice and wide. But he won’t. He won’t do it.

  He breaks the kiss.

  “No,” he says. “Not like this. Not yet.”

  Not yet.

  My breathing is heavy, my senses reeling as he frees himself from my grip and lowers his mouth.

  His tongue flicks around my nipple, and then he sucks. He sucks me.

  Oh fuck, he sucks me so hard.

  His hand trails down my belly and slips between my thighs, and I’m wet. I can hear how wet I am as he strokes his fingers around my clit.

  He presses hard. It aches and tingles. His thumb rubs me as he sucks on my tit, and I’m delirious, my fingers in his hair, begging for more.

  Begging.

  Oh fuck, I’m begging.

  I look down at him sucking my nipple, and his eyes are staring right back at me.

  Oh fuck.

  Oh please.

  His tongue flicks, his thumb circles, and I can’t stand it.

  I can’t.

  I really can’t.

  It takes me by surprise when I come under his fingers. A rush of breath and a squeak, and I worry I’m going to pee myself as I shudder and jerk and thrash my feet around the bed.

  My nipple plops from his mouth and he sucks his fingers instead, and then he slips them into my mouth.

  “Taste,” he says, so I do. I suck and suck until he tells me to stop, and then he brushes a thumb across my puffy lips. “Hold your knees,” he orders, and I hitch them up to my chest. I bite my lip as his fingers spread my pussy, groaning as his tongue digs its way inside.

  “Virgin pussy,” he says. “You are a fucking delight.”

  “Take me,” I hiss. “Please. Please… Mr, Sir… Take me…”

  His eyes darken, and I know he likes it. I know he likes me to beg.

  I beckon him up with my arms outstretched, but he doesn’t come. Instead he yanks me sideways and flips me, pinning me on my front with my eyes fixed on his in the mirrored wardrobe.

  “I want you to see this,” he says, and I nod. “This is going to be rough.”

  I nod again.

  His knees part mine. His fist in my hair tugs my head back. He lowers himself behind me and I feel his cock pressing against my pussy.

  I didn’t think I’d lose my virginity this way, not on my front, with Mr Henley at my rear about to fuck me like a bitch in heat.

  It’s supposed to be deeper this way… much deeper…

  “Look at me,” he says, and I do. “This will hurt,” he says.

  And it does.

  It does hurt.

  I cry out as he pushes in. A burn and a tear, and it feels hot, and deep. It hurts so bad it takes my breath, and my eyes well up.

  He grunts as he pushes deeper.

  So deep. I feel so full. Full of him.

  I stare at him in the mirror. His big hands gripping my hips. His skin pressed tight against mine.

  His dark eyes staring back at me, the slightest hint of a smile on his beautiful lips. “That’s it,” he whispers. “That’s all the way.”

  Even though it hurts, I clench to feel him.

  He grunts.

  I clench again and it makes me moan.

  “Fuck,” he growls, and I want it. I want him to fuck me.

  I want it to hurt.

  I want to know I’m his.

  “Do it,” I hiss. “Please, sir, fuck me…”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Alexander

  The girl’s pussy is a fucking dream.

  I stay still as a fucking statue, catching my breath with my dick buried to the hilt inside that beautiful little slit.

  She clenches and my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow.

  “Do it,” she hisses. “Please, sir, fuck me…”

  Her eyes are hooded and hazy, fixed on mine in our reflection. Her pretty little tits move with her breath, her hair soft in my grip.

  If she thinks I’m going to fuck her hard and fast to get this over with, she’s mistaken. Very fucking mistaken. But I don’t think that’s what she’s angling for.

  The want in her eyes is all real.

  She whimpers as I slowly pull out, sucks in breath as I ease myself inside her a second time, and I tug her hair, arching her back until her pale throat is exposed in the mirror. Her eyelashes flutter, and she turns her head as far as I’ll allow, angling her face to mine as I lower myself to pin her. I feel her soft moans against my cheek, and her lips press to my skin, a gentle kiss that makes my stomach lurch. Like a rollercoaster. A fucking rollercoaster.

  I let go of her hair and wrap my fingers around her pretty throat. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shy away as I squeeze just enough that she’ll feel the pressure.

  “Please…”

  Her breath is a whisper, her open lips brushing my cheek.

  I kiss her. A crash of my mouth against hers, deep and hard as her tongue comes forward to meet mine.

  She shivers. Moans for me.

  And it’s strange.

  Insane how my heart aches in my chest.

  Insane how real this
feels.

  Insane how much affection I feel in this stranger’s kiss, in the way her body yields to mine, the way she grinds her hips to meet my thrusts, even though it must hurt like hell.

  I hitch up on my knees for more momentum, and she yelps but she’s smiling. I kiss her temple and breathe into her hair, and my fingers squeeze tighter around her throat, holding firm as I pick up speed, opening that tight little pussy to take me.

  And then I stop. Stop before it’s too late. I pull out, my dick throbbing as her pussy fights my exit.

  I flip her. She rolls so easily onto her back, her arms snaking around my neck as I lower myself on top. Her feet glide up my calves and hook around my thighs, her eyes staring right into mine, her smile so gentle.

  As though she loves me.

  And I’m lost, taken beyond my control, beyond any scrap of reason in my jaded fucking mind.

  I’ve barely composed myself before my cock demands back in. One push and I’m all the way inside her, propped on my elbows with this beautiful girl’s eyes sinking deep into mine, and I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop myself slowing down to savour every crazy fucking second of this madness.

  Her hands slide down my back, her fingertips gripping, teasing, feeling me. Her legs wrap around my waist and squeeze, urging me deeper, and there’s no whimpering, no murmur of pain as I take her harder. Take her faster. Take every fucking thing from that gorgeous little pussy.

  I’m getting close, my breath frantic as my heart pounds, and I can’t fight the urges. I don’t want to fight them.

  “Trust me.” My voice is a rasp. A desperate rasp.

  And she nods. She fucking nods.

  “Don’t fight,” I insist.

  “I won’t,” she whispers.

  And she doesn’t. Not when I pin my weight on one elbow, not when my hand slides around her throat and grips tight.

  Her eyes are just inches from mine, my breath on her face as hers stops.

  “Trust me,” I repeat.

  Her chest strains, her mouth open as she struggles to take a breath, but she doesn’t stop me, not even as she gasps for breath, over and over, she makes no move to stop me whatsoever.

  And fuck, how I fucking fuck her.

  I fuck her like a man fucking possessed, her body shunting under me as I keep my grip tight around her pretty neck.