About an hour of twirling, three champagne cocktails, two toilet runs and a bit of flirting with the girl dancing on the stage, we leave.
We somehow find ourselves walking along the pier. By now the heels are off. I decide it’s a great idea to get on the rollercoaster, so we do. We share a carriage with two young teenage girls who were telling a very nervous Mark that everything’s going to be just fine — this, the guy who’s told me he wants to go bungee jumping and parachuting out of a plane. I almost pee myself laughing, not only at how the ride spins us around but the expression on Mark’s face the entire time is brilliant.
We dismount the ride and play a few games until we stumble across another karaoke bar on the pier. Mark, by now, is quite tempted to have a sing but decides against it. Instead, we saunter along the pebbled beach to make our way back to the cab’s pick up point.
Chapter 15
We arrive back at the hotel but nobody’s around. No night porter, no security, no-one. Mark shoves me against the reception desk and kisses me hard. The high desk pokes into the middle of my spine. Oof, that’s gonna bruise. I push him away giggling and we stagger into the lift, kissing some more until we reach our floor and traipse right back out again. We struggle to unlock our room door as we continue to practically lick each other’s intestines. Oh god, hotels are so dirty and just so fucking sexy!
We rip one another’s clothes off, literally. My bra is now in two halves and his shirt buttons ping off and scatter across the room. He pushes me hard onto the bed and mounts my wanting body. He presses his hands up against the wall above the headboard as his Thor-like body silhouettes over me, lingering above me, looking intensely into my eyes as if he’s about to harm me. If this was anyone else other than the man I know and love, I’d think I was about to end up a dead woman tonight. I love when he looks at me that way—it’s such a turn on and holy hell do I know I’m in for a good seeing to.
He locks into my eyes with a smouldering look of intent and grips under my legs. He wraps them behind his neck as he thrusts his throbbing cock into my soaking wet pussy and fucks me deep and hard until it hurts. I pull back a little and whimper as he clenches his jaw hard until I hear his teeth grind. He knows of my sordid violation fantasy, so he takes back control and puts an arm under the arch of my back pulling me closer towards him again. It still hurts but it’s a favourable discomfort.
I watch him watching me. Fuck I must look hideous in this position. Oh god and my tummy folds! I can see the veins in his neck and forehead popping out as he fucks me hard. I mean so hard that my head keeps smacking up against the headboard. Thankfully it’s cushioned. I wonder if the buyers of hotels think through sexual scenarios before purchasing their furniture and decorating their rooms.
About ten minutes into our session, the light abruptly blinds me. What the fuck?! There is a girl now standing at the corner edge of our bed with her mouth wide open and all she can say is ‘shit this isn’t room 116 is it?’
Now picture the scene if you haven’t already. My legs at this very awkward moment are being held almost behind my head and Mark has his member buried so deep inside of me I think it’s going to pop out of my mouth.
He turns around to see what the hell is happening and my jaw has dropped from unmitigated shock.
“No, it isn’t room 116. How the hell did you get in here?” Mark orders. My legs still aeronautically above my head, cock still inserted! Yes, let’s have a nice conversation now shall we?!
“The guy at the desk gave me a key. I lost mine earlier,” she explains as she stumbles to the side. She’s pretty hammered by the looksh and shoundsh of it.
I finally manipulate my way out of the attractive position we’ve been caught in, pull the sheets over me and sit upright. She looks at me as she bites her lip and lifts her eyebrows. One of my nipples is still peeping out from under the covers. For fuck sake, how do I keep doing that? I must have an escapee nipple with a mind of its own! My head’s now spinning from the alcohol and being held upside down. I guess, also from the pure horny gluttony I have flowing through me. Why the hell are we stopping to have a discussion? She is really sexy.
Mark makes his way over to the chair, gathers his jeans and starts to lead the girl back out the door. I suggest to him that we leave having a go at the night porter until the morning so we can continue from where we were so brazenly and oddly, quite pleasantly interrupted. She’s still staring at me and I ask her if she’s okay. She smiles.
“Actually, this is a bit of an embarrassing situation for which I can only apologise, but I’m feeling pretty fine right now,” she says smiling at me.
Mark releases her arm and slows himself as he hears something in our voices. He looks at her and then at me as I wink at him. He knows what’s running through my filthy mind and no doubt, she’s along a similar thought track. Mark hasn’t got a hope in hell right now.
“Why don’t you close the door behind you and come and sit here. Have a glass of wine to relax you a little more. You must be shaken up from such a daunting experience. I know I am,” I encourage as I stroke my hand on the soft sheets. She doesn’t waste another second and walks over to sit beside me.
Mark pours a glass and hands it to her. His raging hard on is beginning to fight its way right out of his jeans again.
“So, stranger in the night, what’s your name?” I enquire sublimely.
“Cassie,” she whispers in a husky voice as she sips her ‘calm-me-down’ drink.
“Well Cassie, who are you staying at the hotel with?”
“Just me by the looks of it. My friend got lucky and went back to the guy’s hotel instead,”
“Nice friend, leaving you to make your own way back alone whilst intoxicated. Someone could take advantage of such an attractive young lady such as yourself.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s fine. I’m here safe and I was pretty tired anyway,”
“Are you still tired? Or are you up for continuing a bit longer with two naked strangers?” I tease playfully.
“Well this whole thing has kinda woken me up quite a bit, so yes, I’m up for it if you don’t mind a fully clothed stranger in your room?”
Mark, now sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, gets up and changes the music to something sexier.
“Linkin Park, Soil or Disturbed?” he checks with me.
Mmm, just a few of my many sexual favourites. Hard rock and metal turns me on.
“How about we start with some of Draiman’s tunes, you know which.”
“Oh yes, I most certainly do.” I hear him scrolling down the list and on goes one of my favourites – ‘Down with the Sickness’. It bears absolutely no relevance to anything and certainly not this moment. It’s just the power and anger and almost resentment I hear in David Draimin’s voice. Oh God and the guitar riff. I friggin love it! Dirty! Such a turn on!
Cassie moves in closer as I feel the heat of her body against mine. The touch of her skin against my body is almost electrical and bolts right through me. My hairs are on edge and I feel as if my whole self has a mild case of pins and needles almost.
Mark makes his way back to the safety of his corner seat and quietly sips his wine as he watches us. I place my glass down and turn to look at him.
“You all right babe?” I ask.
“Yeah I’m good sweetie, just fine. You carry on,”
I turn to Cassie and she grins timidly. I turn my body to face her and go right in. I press my lips against her cheek, as my hot wine-infused breath warms her face. She gasps. I instruct her to shut her eyes. She does so as she leans her head back against the headboard. I continue to kiss her eyelids, her neck, her collarbone and then her slightly quivering lips. She flinches then vigorously kisses me back. She’s like a ferocious little puppy. I climb over and straddle her as she clenches my ass. I grab the back of her shoulder length hair and yank at it as her head is forced to fall further back. I’m in control young lady!
“I’m going to punish you for walking into the wrong room and distu
rbing our fun. Do you understand you dirty little whore?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Yes what?” I insist as I pin her hands behind her head.
“Yes, err. Well I’m not sure. I don’t know your name.”
“That doesn’t matter now does it? Call me Mistress!”
“Yes madam,” she manages another soft cry-like response.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson you will not forget! Now open your eyes,” I demand.
Tactfully, without ruining the moment completely, I ask if she’s okay with all of this. She tells me she loves it. Mark has never seen me with a woman, never mind witnessed my newly discovered dominatrix ways, so I look over at him to make sure he’s happy too. Unsurprisingly, he’s wide eyed with a somewhat deviant smirk across his face. He’s subtly stroking his cock protruding through the zip of his pants.
“Before we begin with your incarceration Ms Cassie, I will ask you once, and only once. Is there anything in particular you would like to have done to you? Something you will enjoy - before I put you through your warranted ordeal of retribution?”
“Um,” she says excitedly shaky.
“Not that I can think of right now mistress. Do what you feel is necessary. I obviously deserve it. Shit, she’s surprisingly good at this. Pretending to be all scared! Gimme a break. She’s a brave girl.
“Good! That’s what I like to hear from bad, bad girls. And you will not repel the master’s advances should he so decide you should be worthy of his attention?” I point over to Mark.
“Not at all mistress. I’ll gladly do what he wants.”
Okay, okay little lass. Don’t go wanting him too much love!
“I am the one to decide of your honour and your worth miss. Not you, you dirty little bitch,”
She opens one eye to analyze just how serious I’m really being, but I wink at her to assert that it’s all just play. Assured, she shuts it again. I rip open her blouse. More buttons to pick up in the morning. Her breasts are luscious - double Ds perhaps. Firm. I look deeply into her dark chocolate brown eyes. I don’t take them off of her as I run my tongue down her chin, her neck, her chest. I lick one of her erect nipples. Her breathing becomes shallow and quicker as I feel her legs naturally fall apart; wanting and waiting for me to take her. She begs me for more.
“Stop begging girl!” I demand.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers shyly.
“Shitting hell, you could have fooled me. Do you want to stop?”
“Oh hell no, I just thought I’d tell you that because I may not be as good as you at this,”
“Oh hunny, this has come as a surprise to both of us. You’re doing even better than I expected so just go with it and I’ll guide you,” I reassure her and look over at Mark.
“You still all right over there baby?”
“Ahuh, very much so, keep going.”
“Hmm, where was I? RIGHT! I’m about to make this young lass suffer for her wrongdoing.”
I continue to kiss her other nipple and lick around it. She gasps and relaxes her head against the headboard. I make my way back up to her lips and kiss her passionately as she pushes harder against mine. She wants more but I pull away and slide my tongue along her shapely abs, then down to her pelvis. I nibble at her right hip bone, then move across to her wet, aching pussy which I torment as she wriggles and writhes around the bed trying to get it closer to my tongue. Her pussy is dripping with her juices. I tease some more and her hands grip harder onto the duvet. She tugs at the covers as I lick, flick and tickle her swollen clit. It’s throbbing with want and greed. I slide my hot tongue inside her as she contracts. She moans loudly.
“More. Get deeper inside me and fuck me with your tongue,” she begs.
I stop and she looks down at me, appalled at my audacity.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she pleads.
“What did you say to me you peasant?”
“Oh, sorry, I can’t take the torture.”
“Well that’s what a punishment is all about now isn’t it? You brought this on yourself you silly girl. Now lie back and deal with it,” and I propel her head back.
I love to tease. I want her to want me even more than she already does. I want to drive her crazy with desire. I smile cunningly at her then continue.
She grips my hair and pulls me closer to her. My tongue is buried so far inside, I wonder if it’ll ever find its way back out. I hope not! She tastes good.
I push her legs even further apart and I suck her practically dry. I can’t get enough myself. It seems that the lust I’m trying to get her to feel is backfiring on me. The scent and taste of her is driving me insane.
Mark arrives at the side of the bed for a closer view as I look up at him and take two fingers and drive them into her pussy. She arches her back and I place my other hand behind it digging my nails into her spine. I fuck her hard, deep and fast with my fingers.
“More! Deeper for fuck sake, I want to come all over your fingers,” she demands. Wow, where was all this coming from? She’s gone from innocent to possessed!
Mark climbs onto the bed behind me and lodges his cock inside me. Fucking hell, is it bigger than before? He must be really turned on by all of this.
It takes my breath away and I moan. His hands pull my hips back and forth as he penetrates me faster and harder than I’ve felt before.
My tits sway to and fro as Mark thrusts me back and forth. I reach across the bed taking possession of the empty wine bottle. I lick the fruity top of it clean and insert the long, slim bottle neck inside her and fuck her pussy until my arm aches and she comes. I place my fingers in her mouth and make her taste herself. She sucks them clean and kisses me.
Mark pulls out and Cassie leans forward with her hands on my chest now pushing me onto my back — my head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed. Her turn! She goes straight in for the kill and sucks on my clit. I twitch each time and she flicks it with her tongue and nibbles at it until I screech. Either she’s lied and done this before or I’m one hell of an effective teacher! God I love converting virgin girls.
Mark sees this as a new opportunity and walks over to me, kneels on the floor and rams his burgeoned length inside my overturned mouth. It’s quite an experience giving a blowjob upside down.
He fucks my mouth like he’s fucking my pussy. I choke a few times but I pull it back in each time. He massages and slaps my tits as he continues to fuck the inside of my throat. Cassie is now fucking my pussy with her fingers as she licks my pulsating clit.
“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you,” she demands.
I soon feel myself about to orgasm. I move Mark’s cock out of my mouth and I rub it vigorously as I discharge my juices into Cassie’s mouth. Simultaneously, Mark lets out a thunderous groan and explodes all over my face, tits and chest.
A few breath-catching moments later, Mark lifts me upward. I’m lightheaded and need the blood to flow back through the rest of my body. We take time to gather ourselves as I hear a titter from Cassie.
“I can’t believe I just did this. And with two complete strangers. Jesus!”
“Did you like it?” I ask her.
“I fucking loved it! I’ve never been with a woman before and now I want more!”
“Well, if ever you’re up our way, here’s my number.” I hand her a napkin with my details and she kisses us and disappears from the room.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Second round! Mark and I decide we want more. I’m feeling extra risky tonight, so I reopen our room door and get on all fours.
“I want you to fuck me right here.”
“Are you insane woman?”
“Yes, now do it!”
We fuck in the doorway. Right in the blatant view of anyone who might walk by – almost wanting it. Hardly going to happen considering it’s nearly four in the morning. The illicitly heated moment sends my heart racing and my clit pumping and I instantly orgasm. It doesn’t take Mark long before
he comes over my ass then swiftly shuts the door as we lucratively conquer our peril urge.
Chapter 16
Break-ups are shit. There’s no two ways about it. There’s nothing worse than breaking someone’s heart and then watching the space between you and them expand as you walk further away from one another for the very last time. It stings like fuck, but then we just need to slap on some antiseptic, let the healing process do its thing and start from the beginning again. After all, life is like photography—we develop from negatives. And what could be more negative than someone shredding your heart into teeny tiny unrecognisable pieces.
So thinking back, after my first beautiful love of seven years from sixteen, my really shitty relationships have gone from shit to even shittier.
Fuck up number 1: The angry, woman-bea...oh hold on and holy shit, how could I forget one of the biggest dipshits of them all? The Already-Married-Twat. I was with him for a year—a year people! He met my mother, stayed over most weekends and even introduced me to his mother and brothers. The only teeny snag was he was married. With a child! And I never knew a thing about it. Not until one day I received an anonymous call at work telling me to get in my car and head to an address they had provided to me before hanging up. Of course, I was rather horrified, along with mystified, terrified, and pretty friggin offended. I felt queasy and light-headed. I felt like I was going to faint but there wasn’t time for all that bullshit so I got into my car and did what I was told. My entire fifteen minute drive I thought to myself how untrusting and stupid I was being but I couldn’t help but keep going. If it’s true, how could I be so blind? When I pulled up at the house, the pits of my stomach were churning. My heart was in my throat and I could have puked up every intestine at that very split second. I got out my car, walked up to the gates and there they were, the happy family; laughing and joking and playing in the garden; mommy, baby and lying dirt-bag of a husband/boyfriend. That was the day I lost all confidence not only in myself but in everyone else. The trust I had in people was desecrated and been completely obliterated. Before that, I trusted everyone. Gullible, naive yes and perhaps he did me a favour but it was a favour I didn’t want and certainly did not permit. Following about a month of daily, sometimes hourly abuse over the phone to both me and my mom with whom I was still living at the time, I was ever so kindly visited at my workplace by his wife. She didn’t want to talk to me. And why would she? She simply came into the office, picked up every piece of stationery she could locate on my desk and flung it at me. She didn’t utter one word during the stapler-hurling, hole-punch-propelling, ruler-lobbing, folder-tossing, calculator-flinging, highlighter-firing, pen-after-pen-after-pen-chucking moment before walking out the door as if this was as normal as munching on a sweet chilli chicken wrap.
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