Make Her Pay the Debt: Rough Taboo Erotica Short Stories for Adults with Explicit Sex (MMF, MMMF, Menage, Threesome, Group Encounters, Strangers) (Dirty Nasty Things Book 5)

by Violet Steele

“Do you like what you see?” he mobs. “What do you think? Should I give it to your wife a little harder? Push my cock a little deeper into her small pussy?”

  I then feel a hard thrust and scream with surprise.

  “You aren’t used to being filled like that, are you, honey?”

  My fingers claw into the armrest from David’s chair. It takes all my strength to handle Ivan’s strong thrusts. I know how he is when he gets going. I know that nothing and nobody can stop him then. This point has almost been reached. All reluctance has disappeared. He takes me so fast and wild now that I scream out loud again and again. Damn, I missed this man so much! I feel how the heat inside me turns into a glowing ball of fire. How everything inside me contracts, full of desire and full of longing. It feels so damn good, so damn amazing. And the harder he gives it to me, the more I lose control over myself.

  “I’m going to squirt your girl full now,” Ivan says. “Maybe I can do what you haven’t been able to do over the past few years.”

  I see David swallow again. And again, he is too afraid to stand up.

  And while Ivan makes his threat come true and finishes with hard thrusts, I feel something that I had missed for so many months. I feel how the ball of fire inside myself explodes and bursts into a hundred glowing sparks. How the heat disperses throughout my entire body and scorches me up to the tips of my hair. I roll my eyes, gasping for air. And then I look David deep in the eyes while the orgasm comes over me like a violent firestorm.

  “I hope you forgive me,” Ivan says as he pulls me behind him out of the apartment.

  I look at him with uncertainty. Does he mean the sex? The humiliation for David? The fact that he used me for his revenge and took me in front of them like a whore?

  “I mean that I let you waste your time with this loser!”

  He squeezes my hand harder before he pushes me onto the passenger seat. “It was a mistake to let you go back then. But believe me, Mia, I will never make this mistake again.”

  2

  With a Club and Handcuffs

  Dammit! I immediately drop the phone when I see the police officer on the side of the street. But that doesn’t help anymore; the hand motion is telling me to stop. Crap! And today of all days! After the party of my life!

  “Vehicle registration, please!”

  The cop blinds me with his flashlight.

  I reach for my purse and fish out my wallet in which I keep my papers. But I can’t find them. Dammit! I start to panic while I search through my bag again. Then I feel around the passenger seat, look on the ground. Nothing. I must have left my wallet at the party. In Karla’s room. I remember that I took it out, because I wanted to give her money back. Oh fuck! Of all times now, when I really would need it.

  “Can you show some identification?” the police officer asks impatiently.

  “I’m sorry,” I stutter, “I forgot my wallet. All of my IDs and my driver’s license are there as well.”

  His glance is cold and without emotion. But now he is no longer blinding me with his flashlight and I can see his face. What a damn attractive face! Dark eyes, striking facial features, sexy designer stubble.

  “Get out,” he demands quickly.

  “Please, no. I have to keep driving. My friend...”

  I can’t finish my sentence, because he interrupts me.

  “Did you drink?”

  “No”, I say with anger and wonder if he can smell the two cocktails in my breath.

  “Come on, get out,” he demands again and I have no choice but to open the door and climb out of the car.

  “Is that your car?” he asks and looks at the illuminated cell phone display then back to me.

  His look is uncomfortable; I wish I were at least wearing more serious clothing. Damn slutty costume! I’m so unsteady on my high heels and wobbling back and forth that he probably thinks I am wasted right now. The short skirt barely covers my ass and together with the belly top, it makes me about just as innocent as Sasha Grey in a nun costume.

  “Is the Mercedes yours?” he repeats.

  I shake my head. “My dad’s.”

  Now his colleague has joined us and stands in front of me with his legs apart. He is also big, strong and attractive, but in contrast to officer number one, he is more of a blond guy with light eyes. Wow, I think, if there is something like a police calendar then I just found the two candidates for the cover photo. But I quickly stop smiling when the first officer looks at me strictly.

  “Allow me to summarize,” he says, “You can’t identify yourself, you are driving with somebody else’s car that you have no papers for, you drove too fast, used your phone while driving and I can tell that you are drunk without even doing a test.”

  I look at him with remorse. “It’s my dad’s car, really!”

  He doesn’t show any emotion. “Let’s assume that I believe you; what would Daddy say if you were driving around at this time drunk, much too fast with a cell phone on your ear in his car?”

  “Please don’t call him!” I beg.

  “I’m not going to call him,” he says, “but I can tell you what I’m going to do now: I will take you to the department, then you can spend the night in the drunk tank and tomorrow your father or somebody else can come and bring the papers we need to prove your identity.”

  “No, please no! Can’t we take care of this differently?”

  I beg the two police officers, first the dark one then the blond one. Only when I see them frown and look at each other do I realize how suggestive my question must have sounded. Dammit, that could end badly. As if I weren’t already in so much trouble!

  “What do you think? Can we find a way for us to solve this problem with her?” Cop One asks his colleague now.

  I stare at the two dumbfounded. Is he really serious now? I just said that! On the other hand...

  The guy with the blond hair smiles. “It depends on what the little traffic offender has to offer.”

  I can feel their eyes scan me up and down. The naked legs, the stomach, the generous cleavage. I am not quite sure if I should be happy or upset that they are paying attention to my curves, but I decide to smile in a friendly way and hope that the two will look the other way this time.

  “I think we should do a strip search,” the blond cop suggests to his colleague. “Just to make sure that she doesn’t have any forbidden substances with her.”

  Drugs? Hello! Where would I be hiding them? Under my mini skirt or in my super small string top?

  Before I know it, the blond police officer grabs my wrists, turns me around with my face to the car and pushes my upper body against the cool metal. He slides my legs apart with his foot. I am surprised by the sudden use of force, but his closeness irritates me as well. The touch runs through me like a bolt of lightning, almost as if sparks were flying between us.

  I stand obediently as he told me to do while he brings me into position. It takes less than two seconds until I feel his hands on my legs. He pats my thighs upward with a confident grasp, almost as if he were really looking for something. I can’t help but twitch, because his touch tickles me. But I’d be lying if I said that the powerful hands on my skin didn’t feel good. The places that the man touches start getting warm and a pleasant tingling spreads out from there. His fingers move higher, make their way along my legs until they stop right under my butt. The tingling continues to grow. I ask myself, how far is he willing to go?

  His hands know no boundaries. After they have felt my thighs, they slide naughtily under my skirt and touch my naked ass. I hold my breath as he comes to the point where he must realize that I am not wearing any underwear.

  The police officer doesn’t say anything, but I can imagine him smiling now.

  “Turn around,” he demands quickly after he has surveyed my ass.

  Since I don’t react fast enough, he grabs my wrists and turns my arm onto my back.

  “Ouch!” I cry, more out of surprise than pain.

  He holds both of my wrists
together behind me with one hand and turns me around to his colleague until I am standing very close to the dark-haired officer. I look at him with uncertainty. He seems amused. Interested. Challenging. I don’t exactly know what reaction he is expecting from me; maybe he thinks that I would whimper for mercy or back down now, because I have to recognize that they are superior over me. But he has the wrong impression of me. I take on the challenge regardless of the consequences. The small battle for power is turning me on a lot in some strange way.

  We just look at each other for a while and I match his glance as if I would lose something if I looked away. My fighting spirit amuses him. Once he notices that I will not give up, he smiles and continues the search that his colleague had started before. Without any delay, he slides his hands under my top and places them directly on my naked breasts.

  “You need a firearms license for these,” he mumbles as he thoroughly kneads the full cups. “You should take a look at that, my good colleague.”

  The blond police officer behind me slides his free hand to the front to also feel my breasts. I stand there with uncertainty, held and enclosed between the two men in uniform who are taller than me despite my shoes and watch as they fondle my breasts as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

  “I think we need to take a closer look,” the second officer determines and tears my top up just enough so my breasts jump out in the open.

  He slides up my skirt a little bit with his second hand so that the two can finally see everything.

  “Spread your legs,” the dark-haired officer demands.

  I ignore his order again and promptly receive the punishment for my lack of obedience. The police officer grabs towards his belt and pulls out his club. His harsh glance and the hand on the long club are enough to really make me start begging.

  “That’s not necessary,” I say quickly, “I will do anything you want me to do!”

  “I know, honey. Of course, you will do everything we demand of you. And you will do even more, trust me!”

  He slowly moves the club from my knee upwards to my thigh, slides my legs apart with a healthy portion of pressure. That isn’t enough for him. Once he reaches the top, he presses the club between my thighs.

  “Ahh,” I moan with surprise.

  The blond guy who is still holding my arms laughs while the dark-haired officer begins to rub his club on my privates.

  “Please don’t!” I beg even though I am not quite sure if I am begging because I am afraid of everything he could do with that weapon or because I am disappointed that I only feel rubber on my pussy instead of the hands of the attractive officers.

  “Stop moving,” he reprimands abruptly. “Otherwise we have to hold you down so you don’t hurt yourself!”

  I try to keep still while he pulls his club through my pussy. I can’t help but moan and whimper as he touches my clitoris. I must be so wet now that his rubber club is full of my juice!

  “Go, bring her to the car!” the southerner instructs his sidekick.

  Before I can react, the police officer brings my hands in front of me and fastens them in handcuffs to the rail between the two open windows.

  “What are you doing? Let me go!” I demand. “I will do what you say, I promise!”

  But the two ignore me. Instead of an answer, I feel the club between my legs again but this time it drills me from behind between my butt cheeks and slides forward over my pussy.

  “Are you tight, girl?”

  The cop asks the question as seriously as if he were asking me for my personal data. Without waiting for an answer, he aims the club between my pussy lips again and places it directly on my hole.

  “Let’s take a look.”

  “No!” I protest.

  But it doesn’t help. He drives the front end of the rubber stick directly into my privates with a jerk. I screech with anger about the unexpected penetration. Not that it hurts me, but the feeling of being screwed by a police club takes some getting used to.

  “Do you like that, slut?”

  I feel how he pulls the club back a little and then slides it back in. He repeats the game two times, three times.

  My pussy tingles and itches. I long for satisfaction, but I know that I need more than this stupid rubber thing.

  “Fuck me, please fuck me!”

  “What did you say?”

  His voice sharply cuts through the darkness while he pushes the club a little bit further into me.

  “I want to feel you! Both of you! Not the stupid club!”

  The men laugh, but they seem to be convinced. I feel how he thrusts the club in me one last time and then throws it to the side. I can hear their pants open behind me. An exciting tingling spreads in my loins. Two police officers are going to fuck me soon! Right in the middle of the street, bound to the car with handcuffs!

  “Ah!”

  A small scream escapes me as the first cop thrusts into me. His attack is so surprising that I slam against the door and have to support myself with my elbows to find my balance again. His cock is hard. Damn hard. And big. It is so much thicker than the club that I have to first get used to the difference.

  The man is good. He thrusts inside me, each time a little faster, a little deeper. I whimper and moan beneath him, feel how he rubs and scrapes me so hard that I cannot handle it much longer.

  His thrusts are relentless. Regardless of the consequences, he rams his thick cock into my pussy again and again until we gasp toward our climax almost at the same time. He slides deeper into me with a last, hard thrust and remains there to unload his juice. That is too much for me; I feel how my orgasm starts to come and makes my pussy twitch rhythmically under him.

  We stay in this position for a minute – he firm inside me, me jittery and trembling under the tremors of my climax. Then he pulls away. But as the dark-haired police officer steps back, I know that it’s not quite over yet for me.

  Before I have the chance to completely regain my strength, I feel how the blond guy goes behind me to take his colleague’s place. I grit my teeth. I don’t know if I can handle a second round like that! I can only hope that he is somewhat less endowed than his colleague if I want to be able to sit again during the next few days without any problems!

  No such luck. Already as I feel his head against my wet pussy, I know that I have to handle a violent beating this time again that will really stretch me out.

  And right away, I also know that the man is no less prudish than his colleague. Without giving me a break to catch my breath, he grabs my hips, corrects my position and thrusts inside me with a violent jerk. I yelp again as the large penis makes its way inside me, even though I am already well lubricated from his colleague’s sperm.

  “Wonderfully tight,” the police officer whispers in my ear while he begins to move inside me.

  It takes a bit until the arousal beings to rise up again inside me, but the guy has persistence and some time later I feel how a tingling spreads again from my loins and slowly takes over my entire body.

  But even if my fleh appears to be insatiable regarding desire, I notice how my strength slowly begins to disappear. I gasp for breath and pant under his hard thrusts. I am standing there for nearly half an hour, tied to the car and am being screwed by the so-called law enforcement officers. I know that cars passing by can see us and I am just thankful that hardly anybody is driving around on this street so late in the night.

  The police officer places his hands on my breasts and nibbles my ear while his cock gets thicker and thicker inside me. He kneads my tits with a firm grasp and twists my nipples between his fingers. That is too much for me. I feel how my legs give way as I cum again and the climax rocks my entire body like a violent tsunami. I sigh towards my relief before I fall down under him. The man reacts promptly, grabs my hips and holds me tight so I don’t slide away. I feel how he picks up speed, thrusts a few more times hard until he unloads in me with a loud sigh.

  Officer number one smiles as he unlocks my handcuffs w
hen his colleague is done with me. I stagger back, try to find my balance on my high heels and slide my top and short skirt back into place.

  “Just out of interest,” the dark-haired guy says while he looks at me with amusement, “how much do you usually charge for that?”

  Charge? Money?

  “I’m not a whore!” I protest with anger before I remember what I am wearing. “That is just a stupid carnival costume!”

  “It’s okay,” the blond guy laughs. “I assume that you also know that we aren’t real police officers!”

  3

  Claimed by the Alpha

  “Lena? Lucas?”

  My voice shakes as I walk around the empty tent. Where the hell are they? The forest around me is dark and spooky and I cannot see any flashlights.

  I nervously call one of them on my phone, then the other; both without success. One of the cell phones is turned off, and the other vibrates away, lonely and abandoned in the tent. My friend didn’t take it with her.

  “Lena? Lucas? Where are you?”

  My calls turn increasingly louder and desperate, because I do not see my friends anywhere. The fact that the only response I get is the hooting of an owl is not very comforting. I inevitably remember the story about the escaped criminal that the old motorcyclist told us about this afternoon at the rest area. Supposedly he has been wreaking havoc here in these forests for months. It is hard to believe that the police have not found him yet. My heart begins to beat faster as I start to remember more and more of the terrifying details of his exploits. He is supposed to be responsible for the brutal death of a hiker and the disappearance of at least five or six young women. “But don’t worry,” the old guy assured us, “as long as you stay together and stick to the official camping spots nothing will happen to you. That guy won’t go anywhere if there is a risk of getting caught.”

  Great, I think to myself. Not only did the two other couples who shared the small camping space with us this afternoon leave, but now Lena and Lucas have left me alone as well! How could they do that to me?