by Noir, Stella
I just lie there and appreciate it for a while, my head on his thigh, while it twitches only inches from me. He is huge. Much bigger than I’ve had before, and fatter at the base too. He’s uncut, which I prefer, and his foreskin and bell-end look absolutely perfect. His piss-hole is big and a little bit open, and when I move closer to suck, I see it’s gummed up with pre-cum. Before I take it into my mouth, I make him move a little further down the bed, so I can spin round in a 69 and make him suck my cunt.
Bain
I watch her lower that perfect ass towards me, panties still on. I like it like this. I like there being a tiny amount of fabric between my tongue and her hole, and I love the idea of pushing that fabric to the side and penetrating her.
“I’m not too big for you am I?” I ask, and laugh, and then she deep-throats me anyway, just to prove a point, and I see through her legs and tits, her lips pressed onto my skin, and feel the tip of my cock pressing against her throat.
“Fuck”, I say. “You should be performing.”
“I am”, she says.
I pull her towards me, smell her pussy through her panties and then investigate her. I push her panties to the side, and little by little reveal the wonders of her pussy beyond. She’s shaved entirely, so what greets me beyond the fabric is a hairless slit edged by plump pussy lips, pink meat inside her hole, a clitoris sticking out like a puppy’s nose from a paper bag, and a wonderful tight little asshole, with folds of skin as detailed as a sketch drawing by a renaissance artist. I waste no time in sticking my tongue inside her and tasting the bounty she’s offering me.
Fuck this is good. Her mouth on my cock feels just as warm as her pussy, and each suck she gives me sends shivers of pleasure up and down my spine so much that my foot shakes each time she rubs that bit of connecting tissue between my shaft and my bell-end with her tongue.
I can’t help but go for her clit, and she moans when I find the perfect way to stimulate it. She seems to like me flicking it from side to side with the underside of my tongue as I work around in a kind of figure of eight pattern. I can’t resist her asshole, so I finger her pussy-hole first - my middle finger sliding in like a greased piston - before I cover my finger with her own goo and open up her back door.
I could fuck her and come like this easily, and I know she could too, by the way she’s screaming at me and trying desperately to pull herself away from my tongue. She seems to like rubbing her pussy off on my chin and then pulling away when it all becomes too much for her, but when she tries to escape, I hold her down by the thighs and pull her into me. This, all the while, with my finger in her asshole. She must fuck a lot in that hole, because she’s opened herself up to me easily. I could put my cock in there without lubing it up, and I know she’d love it as well.
Fuck, what a night. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone who really deserves it. There was a while when I was wondering whether she’d actually be game for it at all, but it turns out I was right all along. All it took was the promise of an audience. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist me forever.
Violet pulls up off my cock.
“You gonna fuck me in that hole or just play with it all night?” she moans.
I push her off me a little so I can respond. “I was just being a gentleman for a while”, I say.
“Why start now?” she says and pulls herself slowly up off my finger.
I watch it pop out of her ass, and then the muscles of her asshole close slowly around the empty space again.
Violet
The only thing I love more than anal sex, is coming hard when it’s happening. It happens less frequently than I’d like it too, but when it happens, fuck, it’s incredible. Bain’s cock looks big enough to make that happen. Thick enough and long enough and he’s man enough to give it to me. I face him again.
“Here’s what’s going to happen”, I say.
Bain sits up a little to listen like an obedient dog. It feels good having him in my control like this. Earlier, I didn’t think that would be possible.
“Go on”, he says, intrigued.
“You’re going to fuck me up the ass until I come, and then you can do whatever you like to me.”
“Alright”, Bain says without even needing to think twice about it. “You just assume the position and let me do the rest.”
“I like it hard and deep and fast”, I say. “You can come with me if you like, but you can’t come before. That’s your preference.”
“Get into position”, Bain says.
“You know, I like it when you’re rough with me”, I say, and get up onto all fours. “Fuck me like a dog, pull my hair and spank my ass. I won’t be satisfied unless I’m showing bruises.”
I stick my ass into the air and Bain pulls me around into a better position for him. I’m arched up like a cat, and so horny, I know it won’t take too long before I explode. I don’t tell Bain that. I want to make him work for it.
He’s standing up behind me ready to drill down into my dirty little brown hole, and I couldn’t have wanted any more. Whether this is his fantasy or mine, it works both ways, and I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t.
Bain pulls my panties down. I feel spit in my hole chased inside there by his thumb, and I feel him finger me teasingly with what must be his index finger and his middle finger together.
“Are you ready?” Bain asks, and closes in on me.
On the wall in front of me, I can see a close up of my asshole and the tip of his cock pressing against it. It’s an angle I can’t see naturally from where I am, and I crane my head for a moment trying to look for the camera responsible, but can’t, because as soon as I’ve moved, Bain grabs my hair and jerks my neck backwards.
“Open up”, he says, and pushes his thick, fat, cock head up against my blooming hole.
Bain
This is incredible. I have a beautiful woman on all fours in front of me begging me to fuck her in the ass, and not only that, she’s so turned on, and this angle is so perfect, I slide into her with consummate ease.
She’s tight, of course, it wouldn’t be fun if she wasn’t, and it wouldn’t be an asshole if it wasn’t, but she’s nowhere near tight enough to keep me out, and I know she doesn’t want me anywhere else but inside her anyway. I push my tip inside, feel the second set of her ass muscles relax and open up again to me, and a moment later I’m balls deep with my huge cock buried deep inside her colon.
Violet screams in pleasure or pain. It doesn’t matter which. Just for that, I spank her on the ass, draw out again so I can see myself better inside her, and catch a glimpse of what’s playing on the video around us. I pull her head up by her hair, like a wrangler might do to a horse with a set of reins, so she can see on the wall what I see from behind her. I pull out slowly so half of my cock is out and she can see what it’s doing to her body, and then I push back in again, hard this time, so my balls slam against her pussy lips and push her whole body into the bed. She nearly collapses completely, her legs struggling under my strength.
“Yes, like that”, she says. “Fuck me hard like that.”
“You wait”, I say. “I’ll fuck you how I like.”
“Make me come”, Violet pleads. “Please.”
I pull out slowly again. I like seeing myself stretching her skin, either her pussy or her asshole, it doesn’t matter which, and I want to enjoy it. Out slowly, in hard. I do that for a while, slapping Violet on the ass each time she moans, until her ass turns red and I get bored and want to push her to climax. I know she’s not far away from it, I could tell that when I was teasing her clit, but it’s closing in on me gradually too, and I don’t want to come like this. I want to come inside her cunt, even if it’s only after two pushes. I want to fuck her in that hole before I’m done, so I’m careful with the speed I fuck her at now, so as I don’t go over the top.
“You like that Violet?” I ask, now moving into her hard out pulling out fast.
Violet moans. She’s on the edge so she’s given up speaking for a while I g
uess, fighting against what’s coming for her. Her asshole feels like the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked, and each time I rocket into it and feel my balls exploding against her pussy lips, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Violet
This. Is. Incredible. I can feel it coming for me, crashing down around me like giant waves against the jagged rocks of a windswept peninsula. Fuck me. I try to reach behind myself to open out my asshole even more, but Bain bats my hands away. He wants to push me there on his own, and he’s doing a damn fine job of it as well. He’s hung this boy, and he knows how to use his cock. That can’t be said for everyone this big, and it certainly hasn’t been the truth in the past. Daniel could never do it for me, that’s why he went to look elsewhere. That’s it. Oh fuck. It’s coming.
“Harder”, I demand.
He fucks me harder as though under my command. I could take this boy home for real. Bain could be my man slave, my servant, but it doesn’t work like that.
“Harder”, I order again.
Oh fuck this is going to be incredible. I can feel the waves of it already, much stronger than a vaginal orgasm. Much longer lasting than a clitoral one. Fuck. They’re coming like contractions. Pull my hair tighter, spank my ass, and oh fuck, it’s here.
Jesus. Oh fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. Screaming, losing control. I don’t know where I am, but it doesn’t matter. Pull my fucking hair up, and he does. Oh my Christ, my body. I feel like I’m floating.
I’m bent, squashed into the bed. Flat against it. My pussy is exploding like he’s been working that, but he hasn’t. He reaches for my clit, or I do, but I can’t have it touched. I’m more sensitive than anything. I’m fizzing. Fuck, where am I? He’s still fucking me, drilling me hard. I try to curl up into a ball, and I do in my head, but the video projected onto the wall tells a different story. One of us is lying.
I have never come that hard before. I know coming like this is strong, but that was something else. I feel like I’m on a different planet. Maybe it’s the MDMA, maybe it’s the drink, maybe it’s just the man. Bain. Fuck me. What a fantasy.
Bain
She’s buckled. When it happened, her legs crumbled out from underneath her like the rotten foundations of an Italian villa. I could feel it on my cock, contracting hard like her whole body was having a seizure. I couldn’t tell from the noises, whether what was happening to her was enjoyable or not, and I still can’t tell by the mess it’s made of the girl that used to be Violet. She’s shaking and trembling and convulsing still like someone’s shot her in the back with a cattle prod. It’s fucking amusing, and if I wasn’t so close myself, I’d wait a while to enjoy it.
When I turn her onto her back, I figure she hasn’t got a clue what I’m doing. Fuck it, she made the contract already and I’m going to fill her full of my cum, whether she wants me to or not. She’s had her fill and I’m right at the edge. I lift her legs into the air, hold them in one hand so her pussy hole is apparent but closed together by the fat of her thighs, and then with the other hand I tilt my cock down towards her entrance. A moment later I’m inside her, and while I push on, I can still feel the muscles inside her contracting with the continuous effect of her orgasm.
“You still with me, Violet?” I ask, but she doesn’t respond in anything but moans.
I’m close. I’m so close I can’t fuck her in any other way but slowly. It doesn’t matter because I feel more this way. I can control the movement, I can hold it, and I can decide when I want to go. I’m on the edge of it looking in. Violet looks perfect. Pink pussy lips, shaved completely. Tits rising and falling with each breath. I wonder if this is the last time I’ll see her. I wonder if I’ll need her again.
It’s time. I push in deep, pull out almost completely, adjust my position slightly so I can rut, and push myself to orgasm. I bark loudly when I feel it coming, gushing out of me like water from a fireman’s hose. Fuck I love riding girls bareback, and I love coming inside them.
I watch my come-face filling the walls around my mock bedroom, and in that moment I feel like a king. I guess that’s why they’ve called it that. I buck and writhe and shoot six or seven squirts inside her, and it feels like a long time since I’ve come that strongly or for that long.
Violet is still out of it, and when I pull myself out of her, my cock is still erect. I sit on the bed a moment, holding open her legs when she tries to close them in favor of a much more foetal style position, and watch the cum dribble out of her cunt and melt into the fabric of my duvet.
“I’m done”, I tell her, and let her legs go. “The king is done.”
Chapter 4
Violet
Bain is racking up a line while I get dressed. I can feel his cum inside me, and when I put on my panties, I feel it dribble out into the gusset, and sit there like cold yoghurt. It sounds sick but I love it. He offers me a hit, which I take, gladly.
“We done in here?” he asks.
“We’re done”, I say.
Bain looks in his wardrobe, pulls out a new shirt and puts it on. “Fucking fantastic”, he says, still amazed by what he’s found. “I don’t know how.”
“Come on lover boy”, I say, still in those moments after something life-changing has happened you don’t want yet to try and understand. The aftershock of guilt hovers around my edges like the first signs of a cold and I’m desperate not to let it in. “We should let someone else have a go.”
Bain puts his tie back on, throws the key-card on the bed and takes his jacket. Together we walk back out to the throbbing red lights of the corridor, and then from there into the main hall again.
Part of me expects everyone to be clapping, or at least to look at us suspiciously, but no one seems interested in paying the least bit of attention.
The first interaction we have is with a waiter, who offers us champagne.
“Did you enjoy the room?” he asks, with a glint in his eye.
“Very much”, Bain says. “I hope you’ve got time to put it all back.”
The waiter smiles and disappears again.
“I’ve got to call Vicki”, I say, suddenly worried she’ll be concerned where I’ve got to.
“You want to go back there?”
I don’t know whether there means my real life.
“Maybe I should.”
I can feel the guilt of what I’ve just done, burning into me again. Pulsing at me like the waves of an orgasm. I don’t know how many people just watched me fuck a stranger. I’m suddenly worried I’ve let myself go too much.
“Maybe you want to come back to mine instead?” Bain asks.
“Haven’t we just been there?” I point out, really wanting to be somewhere else entirely.
“Yours?”
“Another time maybe”, I say, my hand on his chest to show him there is nothing wrong, when really I feel like there should be. “I don’t want to get bored of you so quickly.”
Bain smiles at me. White teeth, razor sharp eyes, I can still feel him inside me even though he no longer is. Maybe he’s been penetrating me all night and I just didn’t realize it. “That’s impossible.”
“Will your driver take me back?” I ask, suddenly a little overwhelmed.
I’ve got to process what’s happened and here, with Bain, isn’t the right place to do that.
“You ask him nicely he will”, he says. “Come on, I’ll come with you.”
Bain
We leave Kings quickly, pat the lions on the head on the way out while the card is scanned and the appropriate amount deducted, walk untroubled back through the Chinese restaurant, and get back into the car where the driver has been waiting for us.
Violet calls her friend and we tell the driver where to drop her off.
The journey back is categorized by a thoughtful silence, punctuated by soft caresses Violet gives me across my inner thigh. I don’t want her to leave, but I have no way of stopping her. The game I’ve played is over, and I’ve won as much as I set out to.
“You
got somewhere you can go?” she asks, when we get to where she needs to be.
“I’ve always got somewhere I can go”, I say.
“It’s just, this won’t be your style.”
I can still taste her. It’s just about stopping the darkness from creeping in.
“I know”, I say.
“It was fun”, she says. “More than that.”
“Merry Christmas”, I say.
“And a happy new year.”
Silence hits us again. It’s in her eyes, the way she holds her body, the gentle space between her lips. It’s written all over her. She wants more.
“I’m going to be sore tomorrow”, she says.
“You deserve that”, I say, playing with her while I can. “You worked hard for it.”
She leans over to kiss me, and I take the opportunity to slide my business card into her jacket pocket. She’s given me her number, and I know I can find her easily enough anyway, but I want to wait until she comes back to me. I don’t trust myself enough with her unless she insists and I need to know she wants it.
“Call me”, she says, and then after one last look, she’s gone.
I watch her walk across the snow towards a girl I presume must be Vicki, her hands stuffed into her pockets. When she stops momentarily but doesn’t look back, I know she’s found the business card I’ve left for her. More than that, I know in that moment that she’s the one.
I give her three days before she calls me.
“Take me to wherever anyone is”, I tell the driver, “and then take me the fuck back home. I want to see if my bedroom’s still there.”
Epilogue
One year later…
Violet
I hate to admit it, but Bain was right. After that whirlwind night we spent together, I found myself absolutely unable to resist him. After Christmas Eve and Boxing Day and forty eight hours to think about that insane night at Kings, and, more than anything, the way he showed me what he was capable of, I had to call him and see just what else was possible.
The business card in my jacket pocket was such a bullshit move, but it completely worked. There was no reason for him to call me, so I’m glad he did it as well.