Sweet Convictions

by Elizabeth, C.

  Once he had successfully accomplished his personal goal of making me reach an orgasm, Jade and I both took a hold of his semi of a semi and licked it simultaneously as we stared ravenously into each other’s eyes. We took it in turns to fully wrap our mouths around his floppy flesh to suck it hard and fast in the hope it would harden and she could be fucked.

  We had agreed some rules beforehand. He was not permitted to enter me but could do anything else he’d like. Well that was good enough for me.

  Sadly, our cock-sucking attempts were to no avail. It remained droopy and lifeless so instead we turned our attention to one another whilst he lay back, relaxed and watched as he inhaled another line.

  I remember how she clawed at my thighs, ran her nails along the insides and down to my stubbly shins as I tensed. She wrapped her hands around both my ankles, lifted them into the air as she knelt on the mattress, shoved all of my toes on one foot into her mouth and sucked on them. What is it about people and sucking on toes? Whilst she did this, my eyes were closed for all of a few seconds, so it felt, and when I reopened them, Jax was standing at the edge of the bed behind her. He was fitting her waist with a strap-on with which, of course, she fucked me giddy as he attempted to fuck her from behind. Oh god, that was one seriously incredible random night.

  The thoughts begin to drive me a little stir-crazy again and I open and blink my eyes into focus. I lift myself from the sofa and walk around the corner to find where the lovely breeze that’s been tickling my toes is coming from. Er...hello...only to discover huge French doors opening up onto...wait for it...a private beach! How the bollocking ball bag did I miss this?!

  I head straight for the doors and as I step outside, my sandals fill up with soft pristine white sand. I delight in the sensually hot white granules slipping between my toes. It’s insane that they have an actual beach outside this place. Okay so it’s man-made and more like a small lagoon or lake rather than an authentic beach but it has sand and tall palm trees so it’s not that far off from a salty coastline paradise.

  I remove my shoes, stroll across to the outside bar and take a seat on one of the high wooden stools. The sun is scorching and the humid summery breeze dances across the back of my neck, sending tousles of hair over my face which instantly cling to my lip gloss like a fly caught in a web. I carefully, without smudging it, move the strands away from my lips as I order a cocktail. Shit, I shoulda brought my sunglasses.

  I’m handed my concoction. It’s over-the-top-humungous and vessel-like. It’s served in a hollowed out pineapple decorated with mini umbrellas, swivel stick and a curly straw—of course. I have to hold it with both hands, it’s so big. Just the way I like it. Yeehaaa!

  I take a deep breath in, hold it and slowly exhale as I capture the obscenely remarkable setting of the blue skies that almost merge with the distant blue sea and white sands. I become slightly annoyed that I hadn’t known about this or I’d have been out here every day.

  I shlurp up the remainder of my drink and order another. When in Rome...or shall I say, when in sexual heaven.

  I make my way over to one of the sun beds. However, this is no ordinary sun bed for one; no, this is a super king size sun bed adorned with chunky midnight blue coloured cushions and extra puffy pillows. Forget sun bed, it’s a bed-bed! I fall forward onto it and hug it. I love it and I want to marry it. I lay there squeezing it as I ponder about my time here and how it’s exceeded, by many a mile, my initial expectations.

  Two hours later, I awake. I’m stinging. Shit. I fell asleep in the sun. What a dick! I take a sip of my now hot cocktail and spit it out as I lift myself up and painstakingly head back to my room.

  I turn the power shower taps to cold, adjust it to a gentle massage setting and climb in to cool my sunburn. Fuck, I’m burnt to fuck! I’m annoyed. I guess, not only at the stupidity of falling asleep under the central body of the entire solar system, or even the utter stinging sensation but more at the fact that it’s almost time to leave.

  I lather shampoo into my hair, which by the way also hurts. I look down as I watch the bubbles slid down my slight jelly belly. My clit convulses and I become hot all over again. The pain seems to be numbed. For now.

  I begin to massage my hard, high peaked nipples and close my eyes as I run my hand down my front and slip my fingers inside my aching pussy.

  “Mmm,” I groan contentedly, sliding my fingers in and out trying to make myself come, but I’m interrupted by a knock at the door. So much for this morning’s knock being the last.

  “For fuck sake,” I complain turning off the shower and grabbing my robe.

  “Yes who is it?” I enquire from the bathroom.

  “It’s Mike.”

  “Yes, hi Mike, I’ll be with you in a moment. Hold on a sec,” I say as I scurry about trying to get covered up brushing my hair at the same time.

  I stand for a second to gather my breath and open the door. What a sight he truly is.

  I’m embarrassed. I look anything but pretty. In fact, I look like a cat that’s accidentally fallen into a bath. Stunned, dishevelled and traumatised. Fuck!

  “Hi,” he says in a way I’ve not seen from him before; almost wanting. But they’re not allowed to participate. It’s one of the many rules.

  “Hey, come in. Are you my host for my last day then?”

  “I am indeed. Were you hoping for someone else?” he asks concerned.

  “Not at all. Every time I open the door, it’s like opening up a lucky-packet. It’s a surprise every time, and always a pleasant one at that.”

  “Good.”

  “Well, my luggage has been taken downstairs already so not much you need to do really.”

  “Oh, there’s one thing I need to do,” he says in a rather chilling tone as he slams the door shut.

  “Oh?”

  He places his hands on my shoulders and rips off my robe. He rams me hard onto the bed; my neck almost jolting out of place.

  “Shit Mike, what the fuck?” I’m feeling uneasy and unsure but at the same time, I’m inanely aroused. Well that’s a little fucked up isn’t it? Although, is it, considering I know him. It’s not like a complete stranger’s broken into my room. Although, would that be such a bad thing in such a place as this?

  “Shut the fuck up bitch! Do you want me to gag you?” he says with a razor sharp bite.

  What the hell’s going on? Yesterday he was so sweet and gentlemanly and now he’s being a rough bullying prick.

  “Stop it. Get off of me. I thought it was against the rules? And besides, you’re fucking hurting me.”

  “I said shut the fuck up you dirty teasing whore. You want it. You know you want it.”

  “No, I don’t. Not so fucking brutal. Who the hell are you?” It’s as if he has multi-phobic personalities. I surreptitiously begin to take pleasure from his sordid aggression.

  “I’m your worst nightmare you sleazy cock-teasing slut,”

  “Mike, is this part of the...” But before I could finish the question, he gags me with a scarf, bites my bottom lip, kisses my forehead and dismounts the bed. He walks around the bedside, places one of my wrists into a pair of handcuffs and fastens it to the poster. He doesn’t utter a word and neither do I – well I can’t anyway.

  I wriggle about some more pretending to fight my way to freedom. Of course, it becomes quite obvious that it’s no longer what I want. I observe him closely as he moves slowly and slyly to my other hand to repeat his entrapping techniques before moving towards the end of the bed and pulls out from his pocket a long thin rope. He ties it around my left ankle and secures it to the end poster replicating his enslaving deeds on the other side.

  I continue to breathe heavily locking sight on him as he salvages a little box from his jacket. He shakes it about like a box of breath mints. Oh god, now what? My heart starts to speed up as he takes out...tweezers?! What the shitting hell is that about? What’s he gonna do, pluck me til I come?

  He directs his hands and the tweezer thingy to my lef
t nipple. Oh shit, shit, shit, this is gonna hurt like fucking fuck! I hold my breath as he applies the first clasp. I look down at the second one which is dangling from a thin chain. It’s linked to another tweezer-like thingymajig. He succinctly takes a hold of the second contraption and clips it to my right erect attention-seeking nipple. Okay, so it’s not too bad actually. I relax into it.

  It feels odd at first—a little uncomfortable and yet the slight pressure sends a prickling sensation through my boobs.

  I’m bound, gagged and clamped—completely restrained and I want him to take me this instant. I begin to shut my eyes but they quickly widen as I hear him unzip his trousers. I lift my head slightly and watch down at the end of the bed as he whips out the biggest cock I’ve ever in my life laid eyes on. I guess what they say could potentially be quite true!

  My eyes are now like saucers. This has got to be the most undignified look: naked, legs widely splayed, tits fallen to the sides, pussy in plain view and eyes like a deer in headlights. I can’t stand how I must look, so I clench my eyes tightly. Because of course, if I can’t see, surely neither can he! I bloody wish!

  I move my thoughts from the disconcerting state of my defenceless body to promptly overcoming the foolish feeling of panic and humiliation. My brief moment of salaciousness becomes a reality when I feel his hot breath arrive between my thighs, as he places the tip of his tongue onto my throbbing pussy before teasing it in an offensively slow motion. The lingering intervals between licking and swallowing begin to feel significantly extended and I yelp for more. Faster for fuck sake! To hell with this fucking gag – I want it off!

  I shake my head and whine in irritation. A frustrated need for freedom and an annoyed urgency for his cock to be entombed deep inside my pussy overcomes me. I watch him as he stands to his feet, walks around the bed whilst he mildly massages his generous stiffness before bringing it in parallel with my face. He removes the scarf from my mouth.

  “Ah finally!”

  “Are you going to keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told?”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “Good, now suck,” he demands as he embeds his swollen girth into my chops. I choke as it hits the back of my throat. Eyes closed, he plunges my mouth, gripping at my hair and forcing my head back and forth until my jaw begins to ache and my neck twinges. Without warning, I feel sharp prickles converge on my midriff, quickly advancing into salient stings. Somehow I hadn’t before detected that Mike had lit a candle which is now flittering suspended above my stomach as he drips hot melting wax over my convulsing body. I want to cry from the unmitigated discomfort, but by the same token, I have an overwhelming gluttony for more.

  He sets down the waxy flambeau and extracts his fullness from my mouth, straddles himself over my breasts and parks his abundant extension in the centre of my defunct cleavage. Oh fucking hell, really? Must you?...Oh wait a minute, there we go. He obligingly lifts my breasts from the sides, tucks his cock in between them, like a sausage in a roll and unyieldingly permeates the malleable crevice. I watch the end of his cock appear and disappear like a hesitant tortoise retreating back and forth into its shell. Peekaboo! I protract my tongue to lick it as it shoots out, just managing a quick dab before it yet again withdraws. His wetness appends itself to my tongue as he pulls back and it stretches like hot stringy cheese on a pizza. I go in for another and I hear him moan whilst he observes me from above. His weight quickly becomes too much on my rib cage.

  “I’m struggling a bit to breathe,” I supplicate and he considerately dismounts me.

  Mike goes on to untying and releasing one of my legs which he continues to extend into the air like a dog at a fire hydrant. Lovely! He edges himself forward and teases the top of my clit with his cock. Then he guides a foil wrapper to my lips.

  “Tear it open,” he demands.

  I clench my teeth over the corner, whip my neck to the side and rip it open. He quickly rolls it over his cock and eases himself into my moist insides. He’s amply endowed and so powerful that it hurts—so much so, I feel like I’m going to tear.

  I squirm about in a failed attempt to drive him back a smidge; not due to displeasure but merely to allow me to catch at least some of my stolen breath back. Nevertheless, I want more. I toughen my clasp, circumscribing his cock like a strangulating boa constrictor. He continues to fuck me hard whilst my leg remains in the air. He lightly tugs at the chains connecting my nipple clamps pulling them downwards before mildly rotating them.

  “Fucking fuck!”

  “What? You want me to fuck you harder? Want me to fuck you into tomorrow?”

  “No. Yes, I’m...I’m...oh shit,” I try as I’m unceasingly defiled by his bulky manhood. Then, as if his supremacy isn’t enough, like magic, he randomly manifests a large black dildo. Ooh matching!...Ooh, shit.

  He exits my pussy and instead fills it with the rubber cock and fucks me so insanely fast and boundlessly I literally cannot get a breath in. My sensual moans now resonate a high pitched heaving sound. I yank at my hands still trying to deviate my way into sovereignty, although quite unsure as to whether I want to push him off or pull him closer. Everything is spinning.

  Then as if that’s not enough to take in without passing out, he re-enters, but he’s now in my ass—both cocks simultaneously drilling me senseless from both ends. I can no longer hold it in and I scream. I mean I literally scream as if I am being attacked by a rabid dog.

  Finally, I feel my right hand become free and I instantly press hard onto his chest. He sets free my other and instead of pushing him away, it does the complete opposite as I dig my nails into his ass and pull him deeper inside of me.

  I bring down my hand from his hairless chest and rub and flick at my clit. I want to come. I need to come. I feel like I could orgasm a thousand times right now.

  It doesn’t take me long.

  “Fucking hell Mike I’m going to come,”

  “No you’re not!” he commands as he releases my leg and pins my hands back down over my head whilst he continues to fuck me. Abruptly, the thrusting stops and he climbs off of me.

  Finally, he lets my other leg loose before spinning me onto my front. He pushes my face down into the pillow as I try again to catch a breath. Then he wraps his left hand around my neck and detains my right hand behind my back before closing my legs together and seating himself astride my ass. He quickly buries his cock between my thighs and slides with ease into my throbbing pussy. I’m in a torturously agonising revelry again. My twisted arm hurts like hell, yet my pussy wants more; my neck aches like fuck but my pussy is begging for more and the asphyxiation is about to send me into a state of unconsciousness and yet my pussy still WANTS MORE! I want more!

  About a minute later, he stops again. I’m going to fucking kill him if he taunts me anymore! He climbs off, stands up and commands my limp body to the edge of the bed before picking me up. I surrender my worn-out body as he lays me down on my back onto the chez lounges. He divides open my legs and places my feet onto the floor on each side. He inches his face into my crotch and massages his tongue over my clit, deeply tongue-fucking the inside of my pussy. Again he stops within seconds.

  Fuck this shit!

  I haul his head back in demanding that he finishes. But he imperiously governs my hands away and stands me up as he lowers himself across the long curvy seat.

  “Sit on me.”

  I mount him like a horse, although I discover through the pulling in my groin that this seat’s quite a bit wider than I thought. I descend onto his cock allowing him to enter me once again. My tippy-toes take a bit of a beating as they barely touch the floor to hold me up as I start to bounce. I feel the tip of his cock almost reach the back of my throat. He places his hands on my hips and winches me up and down. Thank God, my thighs were starting to burn. I lean into him, gripping onto his tensing biceps as I go in to kiss him and rub my pussy against his pelvis.

  “I’m going to come this time,” I beseech.

  “Now you m
ay go for it. I’ll shortly be following you,” he says rubbing harder and faster against him as he fucks me from beneath.

  Finally, I climax...multiple times, before collapsing onto his chest. We take a few unspoken moments to gather our breaths before I go in for the attack.

  “So what happened to not being permitted to take part in all of this?” I ask.

  “That was all part of it sweetheart. You couldn’t be allowed to know, or it wouldn’t have played out as well.”

  “Sneaky. I like it. I guess it wouldn’t have been as near to intense as it was had I expected it. Fuck me tenderly that was good!”

  “I thought I just did,” he jokes.

  “Indeed,” I profess.

  Another shower, two bottles of still water later, I’m collected from my upside down tip for a bedroom and escorted down to reception where I’m met by Diana.

  “So Ms Bentley, how did you enjoy your stay?”

  “Oh my god, it’s been insane. Good insane, not bad. Not bad at all. There’s just nothing remotely on the same or even similar level I could possibly compare it to. It’s been amazing and I cannot thank you all enough,” I say as I shake her hand. Oof, that’s a firm grip.

  “Well, I’m happy to hear that. But remember, it’s a prestigious venue and it’s by invite or recommendation only so I would appreciate your utmost discretion and confidentiality.”

  “Oh yes, by all means. Not a word to anyone. I don’t think I’d want to share this heavenly place with anyone I know anyway!” I giggle—her face still rather stern, almost confused by my attempt at being humorous. I clear my throat and look over at Drake whose busy picking up my bags. As I turn to follow him out the door, for some idiotic reason for which I want to die and will never be able to explain, I curtsey. I fucking curtsey to Diana. What the fucking fuck Gemma?! Why do I find her so intimidating? Jesus!