With his Trident

by Angela Blake

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  I awoke to the sensation of something warm rubbing against my cheeks. I opened my eyes but I saw nothing but pitch darkness. A blindfold had been tied around my eyes. When I tried to move, I discovered I could not. I was lying naked on a bed, the softest I had ever been on, spread with my arms and legs tied each of the four posts. However, my head was in a slightly awkward position - it didn’t rest on a pillow and was instead slightly leaning over the edge. It left my head slightly hanging off the bed.

  “Hello? Daddy?” I called out, hoping Dylan would answer.

  Oomph! As soon as I opened my mouth something drove inside, plowing in and rubbing against my lips, tongue and the back to my throat. It was someone’s cock.

  Oh God… am I getting fucked like this? I tried to figure out what the hell was happening but even that thought popped as soon as I felt heavy hands grasping both of my breasts. I felt my nipples begin to harden as the man’s fingertips danced across my skin and encircle my nipples.

  Fuck! The cock rammed deeper into my mouth and I was beginning to drool. I heard the sound of his flesh pummeling into my mouth and I could only slobber like an animal as he continued to face-fuck me.

  Then he went in deeper. God he’s going to make me deepthroat. I had never tried it before and I panicked. I felt my legs try to kick up but the rope held me down. I wanted to squirm but as I tried, one of the hands squeezing my tits let go and suddenly wrapped all fingers around my little neck.

  Oh God, he’s going to choke me.

  He did. He squeezed and I opened my mouth wider to gasp for air. All I got was more cock thrusting deep into my throat. I was starting to feel my chest heave as I was beginning to struggle for air. As I did, my throat contracted, tightening around his cock even more. While it was difficult for me, it was probably pleasurable for him.

  The grip on my neck tightened even more and I was beginning to feel really scared.

  “N-no,” I tried to say but the cock in my mouth only muffled it. I don’t even think I heard anything beyond a simple “nnn” groan.

  Pop! The cock suddenly withdrew and I heaved and fought for air. I drooled as I tried desperately to breathe. I barely even noticed the sudden splash of hot cum as it rained down on my face and into my mouth.

  Slap!

  “Fuck!” I screamed as a hand suddenly slapped my face.

  “Good,” a voice complimented my performance and I recognized it to be Dylan. It was him. Whew. For a moment I felt a sudden mixture of swelling pride and anger. He really did kidnap me and use me.

  “Daddy?” I called out, cum dripping from the side of my mouth. “Thank you. I waited so long for you to take me.”

  “You’re an excited little whore,” he said. Oddly, I didn’t feel offended. He was making me want to wear the title like a badge of honor. “I love the shape of your body, slut.”

  I smiled. I wiggled my body a little. “Thank you, daddy.”

  “Very juicy,” he continued as I felt his hand again touch me. He toyed around with my breasts for a few moments and from time to time he would suddenly squeeze, making me gasp a little and coo as I felt a rush of lust.

  “Your voice, baby,” he said as he suddenly pinched my nipple. “You sound like you were born to get fucked. It’s such a… seductive little cry. It makes daddy want to fuck you.”

  Oh God, his voice is so seductive. I would let him fuck me right here. I wanted to give my whole body to him, I was surrendering it all to him.

  “Take me, daddy,” I consented. Maybe he was just waiting for me to willingly give up my virginity?

  “I will,” he answered. His voice was a little farther and I figured he was walking around the bed. “But first I want to play.”

  What the hell did that mean? Was he going to--

  “Oh my-- f-fuck!” I moaned out suddenly as I felt him press his mouth against my soaking pussy. His tongue lashed out and I felt the sudden warmth of it sliding against the folds of my womanhood.

  “D-daddy,” I began. “P-please eat my pussy. Please f-fuck me. I p-promise to b-be a good… oh, God… a g-good slut for daddy.”

  Whatever it is I said I must have turned him on even more because I felt Dylan’s hands press down against my legs as he pushed his face in even more. I moaned wildly as I felt his tongue dig in through my pussy and I was worried he would use his tongue to break my virginity. I didn’t want that - I wanted his damn cock in me.

  I was beginning to feel so much heat inside. It was burning inside my gut and in my chest. Worst of all, the heat was exploding like a bomb between my legs.

  “D-daddy!” I screamed as he began to suckle on my clit. Each time his mouth pressed down against it I’d feel a sudden jolt surge through my body, making me jerk and squirm. He seemed to like it though and he continued to lick and suck on my clit, making me moan even louder than before. As he did I would feel his hands roam across my body and it was like being a goddess, worshipped and touched in every way. It was like he hungered for my flesh and I wanted to give it all to him.

  Suddenly, Dylan stopped.

  “D-daddy why? Please, don’t stop now.”

  “Are you ready to cum?” he asked.

  I nodded. Even though I couldn’t see him I was sure he could see me. “Very much so, daddy.”

  “You haven’t worked yet,” he said. “You haven’t earned the right to cum, baby. You need to satisfy daddy some more.”

  I moved my head around, hoping I’d be facing wherever he was standing. “Please, daddy, I’m begging you. I want to cum. Please let me cum, daddy. I’ll work for it. I’ll do anything!”

  He didn’t say a word but he did respond by undoing the knots keeping me tied down.

  As soon as my hands and feet were free I rolled into a ball and stretched. I rubbed my wrists and tried to sit up but the strength had been drained out of me.

  Dylan grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up to a sitting position.

  “Baby, daddy needs you to get on all fours,” he commanded.

  The moment of truth. I knelt and then got on all four. I wiggled my ass a little, hoping a little seduction would get my mind off the pain and shock that was coming shortly.

  “Just relax, baby, daddy’s got you,” he said.

  Slap!

  I yelped as he suddenly slapped my ass. I bit down on my lip and reveled in the moment.

  Slap! He slapped again and this time I felt my ass beginning to redden. My face flushed red as well in slight embarrassment but at this point it wasn’t like I could just get up and leave. I just kept my face downwards, hoping he wouldn’t notice my shame.

  Fuck. I then felt the head of his cock press against the folds of my pussy. He slid it playfully through the folds, toying with my pussy lips as he grabbed a hold of my waist with both his hands.

  When he thrust I felt my whole body tense and I tried to scream but I ended up moaning out in pleasure instead. A chill went down my spine as I felt the girth of his cock part the walls of my vagina and penetrate through inside of me.

  I lost my breath and I struggled to keep conscious as I felt my whole body begin to rock back and forth as Dylan took me. My mouth gaped open as I moaned and I could feel him squeezing tight on my waist as his rhythm increased and his cock pushed in deeper and faster.

  All sense of time vanished as I rocked and moaned. The only sensation was that of lust building inside me as Dylan took me.

  He then pumped in faster, jerking into my flesh, and it was only then that I realized he was getting to blow his load and for a fleeting second I was worried he was going to spill his seed inside me. Fortunately, he pulled out just at the last second and yanked me by the hair. He pulled my face so it would be under him and I instinctively opened my mouth and caught his cum. It spilled like a warm bath all over my face and I swallowed as much as I could.

  Finally he removed the blindfold. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, I found Dylan stroking his cock and smiling do
wn at me.

  “Good girl,” he praised me as he caressed my face. “Not once did you use the safe word. I think you were enjoying being my little fuck slut tonight.”

  “Oh daddy,” I said as I moved forward and licked the length of his cock. “I loved it.”

  He then bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Did I hurt you? I was pretty rough while kidnapping you and I slapped you a few times.”

  I shook my head. “No, daddy, I promise. It was even more exhilarating as I thought it would be.”

  Dylan laughed and he brushed his fingers through my hair. “Baby girl, this is still a very light session. I haven’t done anything with you yet. I just wanted to fuck you and let you bask in the moment of losing your virginity.”

  He then sat down beside me and for the first time I got a look at the room we were in. The bed was a beautiful king-sized thing of beauty and it even had silk curtains hanging from the bed posts. The room itself had several drawers which he had kept open, allowing me to see what he had stored in them. Each drawer had a set of different kinds of sex toys and accessories. I saw furry handcuffs, mouth gags, blindfolds, vibrators, all kinds of dildos, straps and more. The walls had sections where a chain could be locked in and I even saw a table and a collection of whips and flogging toys.

  “Why didn’t you use any of these on me?” I just had to ask.

  He wrapped a blanket around me and hugged me as he answered, “I wanted to focus solely on your surrender. Losing your virginity happens only once and I wanted it to be an event you’ll never forget. All of these toys can come later, during a much more intense session.”

  “So am I a true submissive now, daddy?” I pondered what that meant in such a unique relationship such as this.

  Dylan shook his head, “Not yet. I haven’t broken you yet, baby. I will though, very soon. There is one thing you do need to remember when it comes to a BDSM relationship.”

  “What’s that, daddy?”

  “That even though I am the dom and you are the sub, it is still a give-and-take relationship. It is about you satisfying my desires to own you and me satisfying your desires to be dominated. We are both pleasing each other, with or without the sex. There’s respect and a line that we mustn’t cross.”

  That was honestly a lot deeper than what I expected.

  “Thank you, daddy,” was all I could say.

  He gave me a hug and we sat there in silence, just reveling in the moment. I shut my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I had finally jumped the fence and was no longer a virgin. Dylan was right too - this was a night I would never forget. It wasn’t just two people sneaking home while the parents were out or two strangers banging after getting drunk in a bar. This was a much more intimate instance. I gave everything to him and he took me.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to explore the rest of his home. He said it would be better to just bring me back for a real tour some other time. On our way to his car I did get a glimpse and noticed he lived in a giant manor, one that bore a modern design with a lot of glass instead of old wood furniture.

  When he drove me home all I could think of was that feeling Dylan gave me. Even in the car and in my room all I could think of was how I felt while getting fucked. All I could think of was the taste of his cock and how his cum felt so warm and so good on my face. I remembered how he pleased me and teased me with his tongue and how he played with my pussy.

  I completely forgot about the door and luckily it was left unlocked. When Ysa and Matt got back they didn’t realize I had left. Dylan had been long gone by then, back to his home. They probably thought I was asleep. I was just in my room, with my fingers between my legs playing with my pussy, and I fell asleep listening to them fucking in the other room.

  END OF SAMPLE

  SEDUCTIVE BILLIONAIRE

  Chapter One

  Sasha stared at her laptop screen. Beside her on the couch was her best friend Jane, busy clicking away on her mouse. The two had spent the last three hours browsing through several dating sites. It was a habit and they’ve made good use of it in the past. There were times where they needed a little extra cash and all it would take is a good, fun night out with a guy. Most guys would give them an allowance even for just a blowjob.

  Jane, being a redhead, easily stood out and Sasha had a lithe, slim and petite body that made nearly every man she chatted with tell her she looked like a little fuck doll. Sasha loved the attention though. Sometimes she would even pose for a photo in a way that her back would arch and her ass would stick up higher. Her hair was also quite long, reaching down to her hips, and it drove men wild.

  This night, however, nothing seemed to go right. She’d been chatting with four guys already, hoping she could date one that would treat her out for food and drinks, but all of them just wanted a quick fuck. Sasha had no qualms of sleeping around but she wasn’t a total slut either. She wouldn’t just meet someone for sex. She was good in bed and as a famous movie character once said, “if you’re good at something, never do it for free.”

  “Hey,” Jane suddenly called out. Her gaze was still fixed on her laptop screen.

  “Yeah?” Sasha answered as she briefly looked up towards her friend.

  Jane paused before answering, taking a moment to type a message to someone chatting with her online. She then looked back at Sasha, “I’m talking to this one guy. He says he’s into girls with long black hair. You might be his type.”

  Sasha giggled, “Send me a link to his profile. Let me do my magic.”

  “Sure, but I have to say he’s a little different,” Jane told her. “You might want to play your cards close to your chest with this one.”

  Sasha frowned and waited. A second later, a message box popped open on her laptop. It was from Jane, with the link to the guy’s profile. Sasha quickly clicked on it and waited for the page to load.

  “What do you mean?” Sasha asked. “Is he like some woman beater or something?”

  “No, not like that,” Jane said. “You’ll see when you get a good look at his profile and -”

  “Woah!” Sasha exclaimed with a giggle. Her attention was glued to the screen as she read the details about the guy. “He calls himself a ‘self-taught BDSM artist’ and also owns the Nareid Food Corporation. He is hot though, I’ll give him that.”

  Jane closed her laptop and then scooted over beside Sasha, “See? That’s a whole lot of naughty in a whole lot of handsome, not to mention he’s rich. That corporation of his owns most of the fast food chains here in the city and the Olana Pizzeria.”

  “Even Olana?” Sasha asked. She whistled in awe. “Wow, this guy’s freaking loaded.”

  “More importantly, you’re his type,” Jane reminded. “Maybe you can date him and get a permanent upgrade. Quit your job, be his wife and live forever in a nice mansion? You can hire me to be your secretary just so I can live there too.”

  Sasha and Jane both laughed at the thought but there was some truth in it. They both wanted to find men that could provide for them. Jane worked at a strip club and Sasha was working two jobs; she was a barista in a cafe and a waitress in a fast food corner. They were already twenty-seven years old and working full-time, underpaying jobs was not going to work out for them in the long run.

  A long time ago, Sasha dreamed of being an actress. She even wanted to get into pornography. She’d get all the sex she wanted and get paid for it too. It might have even helped her become a model. Back in those days, however, she also had to worry about the rent and all her bills so waiting tables became a priority. It just stayed that way for a decade.

  But this was a fantasy.

  “As if someone this bad would ever find me interesting,” Sasha said.

  Jane waved a finger in front of Sasha’s face, “Never say never, girl. You’re his type and you’re not afraid to get down and dirty on a guy. I’ve seen you play with boys before. You damn fucked Charlie in his living room, grinding on his lap, even when there
were others dancing and getting drunk all over the place.”

  “One, that was a party,” Sasha replied as a grin broke across her face. “Two, it was Charlie. Everybody knew his parties involved alcohol and sex. I could be a little slutty there. With this guy, I ain’t that sure.”

  “He’s into BDSM,” Jane pointed out. “That’s like the most obvious sign right there.”

  “He’s into it but that doesn’t mean that’s him all day and all night. He might be expecting some prim and proper girl wearing a $2,000 dress or something. I can’t afford to even dress up to impress him.”

  Jane wrapped an arm around her friend, “What do you mean dress up? All you got to do is make him look while you take your shirt off. If his cock gets hard then you’ve already won the battle.”

  Sasha looked at the profile again. His name was Damian Rivers.

  “What’s there to lose?” Jane asked.

  “What’s there to lose,” Sasha echoed as she clicked on his page and began typing a message.

  Chapter Two

  “I don’t know about this,” Sasha told Jane as they sat in the latter’s car. Sasha was wearing a black, shoulderless mini-dress and four-inch high heels. Her hair was straightened and let loose behind her and she wore large, circular dangling earrings.

  “What do you mean you don’t know?” Jane asked. “Bitch, you’re fucking gorgeous. All you got to do is stand in front of him and his dick will fly off. I promise.”

  Sasha still didn’t feel that comfortable. She wasn’t so scared about him being a well-to-do rich boy- most of the boys they dated from these sites were rich men anyway - but she was uneasy about him being into BDSM.

  “I just have this fear that I’m too vanilla for him,” Sasha tried to explain.

  Jane scoffed at the idea and replied, “You? Vanilla? Girl, you’re the most daring little bundle of ass I’ve ever seen. He’ll have his hands full with you.”

  Sasha laughed and then opened her door. She took one step out, looked back at Jane, then said “Wish me luck.”