Dial a Stud: Dante's Story

by J. a Melville

  I saw him smile up at me briefly, before his expression darkened. “I hated to share you that night. I like Alex, he’s a good friend, but I didn’t like that I had to let him inside you. Why couldn’t your fantasy have been, to be tied up, or spanked? That would not have required two of us to be there for that.”

  I smirked at his words, suddenly wanting to knock him down a peg or two. “Who says it isn’t?” I asked him, and laughed at the passion that blazed in his expression.

  “Dammit Grace. I want you. Now, I need you now. I have condoms but I am clean. It is company policy to have regular medical checks, but as I said, I have not worked as a stud for over six months. I’ve also never been inside a woman bare. I would very much like to be bare inside you cara. Are you protected?”

  I nodded. “I’m on the pill, have been for years.” I lied. He didn’t have to worry. I wouldn’t get pregnant. Again I pushed those painful thoughts right back down. “So you’ve never had sex without a condom?” That piece of information was blowing me away.

  “Never and to be honest, I’ve never wanted to before. You are different. I want to feel you. I want to feel your tight little cunt gripping me. I want to feel you soak my cock when you come. So, will you fuck me? Will you go bareback riding on me?”

  His words made me laugh. “Bareback riding Dante? Very well, I’ll take my Italian Stallion for a ride.” I sat up, tossing the sheet aside so he was uncovered to me. He still wore his sweat pants, but between the pair of us, we got them down, and he kicked them free, where they fell to the floor.

  That beautiful cock of his with the piercing rose up between us and I curled a hand around it, sliding my fist from root to tip. God, he was so big.

  I threw a leg over him, until I was straddling his thighs, but I made no effort to move forward, and impale myself on that huge dick.

  His eyes moved from our bodies to my face. “You call me an Italian Stallion cara?” He took me by surprise when he pressed a couple of fingers against my pussy, sweeping them back and forth, until he’d wet his skin with my juices. “I’m your Italian Stallion, only yours.” He smeared his fingers down his cock, with the moisture from me, and I felt my pussy clench, at the sight of what he was doing.

  Oh hell, he was going to bring me undone doing things like that. I rose up, and moved forward, until his cock was under me. Carefully I took him in my hand to hold him steady, and with my eyes locked on his, I lowered myself.

  I felt the blunt head of his cock parting my folds, before he breached my pussy and started to enter me. Holy hell, there was such a lot of him still to come. When the metal balls of his piercing began the slow, torturous graze against my internal walls, as he speared his way into me; I gasped. This felt so different to when he’d been claiming my ass.

  Still I kept lowering myself, feeling him getting deeper and deeper; only stopping when it felt like he was as deep as he could go, when it bordered on being painful for me. I felt so full, so totally filled up by him, and as my body adjusted to having him inside me, I opened even more, and he pushed deeper.

  It was a fine line between pleasure and being painful. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. All I could do was sit there, straddling Dante’s beautiful body, impaled by him, filled with him, totally, and completely consumed by him.

  Before I could do anything, Dante began to murmur in Italian. I wished I could understand him, but at the same time, it was sexy and exciting to hear him, knowing it was all for me.

  He didn’t encourage me to move. He wasn’t like the men I’d normally fuck. They were all about getting their rocks off as quickly as possible, and the closest I got to an orgasm, was to be asked if I’d come.

  Being with Dante was very different. The man didn’t make love, he didn’t just fuck either. He owned, he consumed, he possessed, he overwhelmed, he worshipped, he cherished; he was fucking unbelievable.

  I moaned, closing my eyes, my head rolling back as I sat on him, savouring every delicious inch of him as he stretched me, filling me like I’d never been filled before. How the hell had I taken both him and Alex into my body that night? It’s amazing that I could still walk afterwards. Though to be fair, I had been a little John Wayne for a couple of days, walking like I’d spent long hours in the saddle.

  “Open your eyes cara. I want to see you. I want to see what it does to you when I do this.” He suddenly reached between us and pinched my clit, lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

  Pleasure speared through me, sharp, almost painful, and I moaned, forcing my eyes to his, as I clenched around him, as my body reacted to the little stab of sensation when he touched me.

  He was watching me through narrowed eyes, and all I could see of that beautiful chocolate colour, were little slivers of the brown, between those long lashes of his.

  To look at him, it might appear that he was largely unaffected by what we were doing. That being buried balls deep in me, wasn’t doing it for him, but the flushed look in his cheeks, proved he was not immune. Well, I hoped it was arousal, colouring his cheeks and not a return of his fever.

  Again he tweaked my clit, pinching it, until I gasped, before rubbing it with his thumb. Each touch of his fingers and thumbs sent pleasure stabbing through, me again and again. With every burst of sensation, within my body I tightened on him, my pussy like a vice around his cock.

  I might have been hurting him, I didn’t know. The only reaction he showed, to being in the grip of my internal muscles, was the flush on his cheeks, and an increase to his breathing. In fact, his lips had parted slightly, and he was taking short, shallow, quite rapid breaths of air, as he stared up at me.

  “Are you alright?” I finally asked, when he continued to be silent, his only movements being his thumb and fingers on my clit. I hadn’t made any effort to move yet, and neither had he. Hell, he hadn’t so much as tilted his hips, to even subtly thrust into me.

  He seemed in no rush for this to progress, almost acting like he would be happy to stay under me all day. Where the hell had this man been all my life? He was so different to what I was used to. There was none of the predictable pounding away, until he emptied himself inside me, as I was accustomed to. Dante had impeccable control, but then, the nature of his work, would have required him to. He wouldn’t have made much of a stud, if he was trigger happy.

  “Such busy thoughts again cara. I am fine, do not worry about me. It is only this, we need to worry about.” His fingers pressed firmly against my clit and I gasped. “Also this, we need to worry about this.” For the first time, he angled his hips, sliding out ever so slightly, before pushing back in; just enough for me to feel every delicious inch of him. “Your cunt is so tight. It holds onto me like it will never let me go. It is a demanding little cunt, a beautiful, sexy little cunt, but it also needs to learn some patience. It will get what it wants, but there will be no frantic fuck to get there. A cunt like yours is to savour, it should be nurtured, adored, it should be coaxed slowly to offer up its nectar. I want to feel it squeeze me, I want it to milk me, and I want to feel it flood me, when you come, but, as I said, gently, slowly, not hard and fast.”

  Holy fuck, the man didn’t only know what to do with that amazing body of his, he turned speech into a sexual act, well, it felt like it, because I very nearly came, just from what he said to me.

  “Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked, still having trouble getting my brain to compute, that this man, didn’t need to immediately turn the sexual act, into a lot of thrusting, grunting and a frantic rush to make a deposit in me, then roll over, fall asleep and start snoring.

  Again he angled his hips to remind me his cock was inside me, although with something the size of his filling me up about as full as I could handle, it wasn’t likely I’d forget he was there, any time soon.

  “Why do you ask such a foolish question? I am inside you. I am hard for you. Of course I want to fuck you, but I have no desire to go down in history as another shitty lay for you. I know why you women call Dial A Stud. It�
��s because you are being left unfulfilled by the men in your lives. Most women want to experience, at least once, what it is like to have, what they refer to, as great sex. Could I just mindlessly pound away at you until I come? Of course I could, but that is not my wish, and I know that it is not secretly yours, either. Your body is made to be worshipped, and I will settle for nothing less, than worshipping it and neither should you. It is a temple and I will respect it and treasure it. I told you that you have awoken me again, and I want this with you, rather than doing what I am paid to do. I will not sully it by going at you like some rutting animal. To have truly great sex, one must saviour it. To tease and tantalise is far more exciting and erotic, than a frantic coupling. I will teach you that Grace, if you let me. Now let me pleasure you, and give no more thought to whether I want you or not. Your old insecurities have no need to be here.” He reached up to cup my jaw. “Now come down here, I wish to kiss you.” He whispered, and I went willingly, still reeling from his words. Fuck, if he spoke to me like that again, I was going to come, and that would be one for my own personal history books, orgasm from speech alone.

  The act of bending down to him, very nearly made me come. The sensation of him shifting and moving, just enough to make me feel his piercing, pushed me so close to the edge, I knew, I was going to explode, with very little additional stimulation.

  Dante kissed me, the same way he’d just spoken to me. Slowly, reverently, his lips moving over mine sensually. He didn’t rush; he didn’t immediately demand access to my mouth. He simply explored my lips, with his lips and tongue. How the hell, he managed to make a kiss, so erotic, when his tongue didn’t touch mine, when he didn’t force my lips to open to him, I didn’t know. He managed it though, and when he suddenly gave my clit another light pinch, I detonated around him; my body feeling like it was splintering apart, as pleasure radiated through me.

  It was too much, too intense, and I reared back, tearing my lips from his, as I struggled to cope with pleasure that seemed to roll on and on. I squeezed my eyes shut, literally seeing flashes of white behind my eyelids. Holy fuck, it really was too much, and I didn’t know how to handle it.

  I writhed over him, my inner muscles pulsing around him, clenching at him. Fuck, it was too much, too much. It just kept washing over me, I could feel a scream working its way up my throat and my lips parted as I let it out, the sound of my cries, loud in the room.

  “Look at me cara.” Dante’s voice penetrated my orgasmic fog and somehow, I forced my head forward, even though it felt heavy, too heavy for me to hold it upright.

  “You are so beautiful, so responsive. Watching you come is an incredible thing to see. Feeling you come is exquisite. Your cunt is so tight around my cock; I don’t think I could move inside you, even if I wanted to right now. You are like a vice, and it is something else, to feel you trying to milk me. It gives me great pleasure, to see you in the grip, of your pleasure. The trouble is, it has made me greedy for more, and now I want to make you come again and again.”

  I’m sure that for just a brief moment when he spoke of more orgasms, my eyes rolled back in my head. Oh hell, if he did that to me again, I’m not sure I would survive. If he really did make me come a few more times, then I think there was a real possibility that I might die. Some called an orgasm the mini death, but that’s because they hadn’t been with Dante. This man was going to kill me, if each orgasm was as intense, as that one had been, or at the very least, he was going to destroy my mind, and turn my body to liquid.

  “You haven’t come.” I managed to string the few words together, which was quite an achievement, given I was little more than a boneless, mindless creature right now.

  Dante chuckled softly. “You have far too much of a fixation on a man coming cara. You women worry too much about it. It’s all about not wanting him to come too quickly, thus spoiling the experience for you, and yet if he doesn’t come, after what you deem to have been an acceptable time, you fear he isn’t enjoying himself. It is extremely pleasurable to be with you. Pleasure is not just about sexual gratification. Although reaching orgasm is the ultimate conclusion to fucking, it is also possible to feel great pleasure without the exchange of bodily fluids. Stop dwelling on how I am feeling, whether I’m feeling pleasure, whether I have come, and focus on how the joining of our bodies, is making you feel.”

  “God Dante, where have you been all my life?” I moaned, his words nearly tipping me over the edge again.

  He reached up to gently cup my cheek, his thumb doing a slow side to side sweep against my skin.

  “I’ve been in your life longer than you realise.” He said the words so softly, I frowned as my orgasmic clouded brain, tried to digest them. We really needed to have that talk. He confused me with cryptic comments, which left me feeling like he was privy to information, I was unaware of. It was like he had some kind of secret, he still needed to reveal to me.

  I needed to know, but not now. Fuck, I couldn’t focus on much besides his voice, his touch and his cock which still filled me, long, thick and hard within me. Everything about him scrambled my brain. A serious conversation would need to be conducted through a sheet of Perspex I suspected, or like the prisons where they had to use a phone to hear one another.

  “I don’t know what that means, and I know we need to talk, but not right now.” I gasped, when Dante shifted under me as if to get comfortable, but that movement triggered little aftershocks in me.

  “Agreed cara; not now. Why don’t you move on me? Have you ever been horse riding?”

  I blinked at him. Horse riding, he wanted to talk about horse riding, now? “Um, I haven’t, not in years; why?”

  “If you have ridden a horse bareback, you will know what the movement for the rider is like, to hang on and go with the flow of the animal’s gait. You don’t need to rise and fall on me, that is, my point. If you rock back and forth, you will understand what I mean. It can be very pleasurable for both the man and woman.”

  I started to move, and Dante shifted his hands to my hips, guiding me. With his eyes locked on mine, I settled into a rolling action, of forwards and backwards, gyrating and grinding, over him, on him.

  Fuck it was incredible. It created a delicious friction, that shifted his cock enough, that he touched all of me, his piercing rubbing inside, teasing my sensitive, inner flesh. Over and over, I moved on him, my eyes trapped by his. He wouldn’t let me look away; he wouldn’t allow me to close my eyes. He made sure I was snared by those beautiful chocolate depths, as I writhed and rolled over him.

  I knew my next orgasm was imminent. I could feel it building in me, and it was only a matter of time and one more, well aimed hit of Dante’s piercing to my g spot, and I was going to be in the grip of another intense release.

  “I can feel your cunt squeezing me again cara. You are close, I know this. You are so beautiful, and to watch you, riding me, is a truly magnificent thing, to see.” He ran his hands up my sides until he reached my breasts. He caressed them, cupping them in his palms as I continued to grind on him, feeling almost like an exotic dancer, as I used my body to tease and excite him. Well, that was the idea, anyway. Although, it was probably more his body, that was teasing mine, bringing me closer, to my release.

  As I moved, he tugged on my nipples, tweaking them into hard peaks. Over and over he caressed them, and kneaded them, in his strong hands.

  I started panting, as my orgasm drew even closer, and my movements on Dante were less co-ordinated, jerkier than they’d been.

  “Look at me Grace. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch you come apart again.” His voice was insistent, but I was sure I could detect a note of strain in his tone.

  “Oh fuck.” I moaned, and just at that moment, Dante pinched my nipples firmly, between his thumbs and forefingers. The mix, of both pleasure and pain, was enough, to push me over the edge, and I started to come again. As I cried out, grinding down hard on Dante’s cock, he thrust his fingers over my clit, rubbing it.

  His finge
rs on me, when I was so sensitive, so aroused, pushed me straight into another orgasm. It was intense, drawn out, the pleasure seeming to go on and on. Unexpected tears burned the back of my eyes, and began to spill over, rolling down my cheeks.

  Dante’s thumbs, swept across my cheeks, in an attempt, to stem the flow of my tears, and he started speaking to me in Italian again, his voice soft and gentle.

  “I…I’m sorry.” I choked out. “I don’t know why…why I’m crying.”

  “It’s your orgasm. Coming can be an intense, emotional release. Tears are not uncommon.” He said, as he began to run his hands soothingly over my back.

  I sagged forward, lowering my forehead to him, as he caressed me. Breathing heavily against his solid chest, I realised I could hear his heart thundering, and his skin was damp with perspiration.

  Straightening again, I searched his face and I saw it, the tension in his eyes. Slowly I clamped down around him once, then harder, watching him intently. He was so hard, painfully hard and if anything he felt even bigger.

  “I want you to come, Dante, please. I need to feel you come, inside me. You have given me some mind blowing orgasms, but now I want to watch you. I need to see you come, to feel you filling me.”

  “Is that so cara, but what about, if I wish to make you, come again?”

  “You were the one that said pleasure doesn’t just come from sexual gratification. Well, it will please me to watch you Dante. You are so controlled. I want to watch you lose it. Do you ever just lose control? Is sex ever an urgent, overwhelming need that you can’t fight?” I was curious. Had his job made it impossible for him to ever be wild, and out of control?

  “I had to be controlled for so long, but yes, it is possible for me to lose it, to be impulsive, for passion to simply overwhelm me. You want me to let go, and stop fighting this need, that right now, is burning in me? I feel like it is going to tear me apart, and leave me shattered and blown away. You do that to me. You make me feel again. You make it hard for me to maintain my normal rigid control.”