by Amber Heart
Paul smiled, "Well, hopefully you'll get everything you want then".
Allie and Paul remained silent until pulling into the driveway of Paul’s thirteen bedroom home.
"Holy Hell!" exclaimed Allie, "How big is this house?"
"HA!" Paul laughed loudly, "It's about 13000 square feet. It's one of my smaller homes".
"Paul, why do you need such a big home? Do you have kids?" Allie asked.
"No, I don't have any kids. I don't need the rooms, in fact, some of the rooms are empty. I just have it because I can. I know that sounds awful, but, I didn't grow up in a well to do family. So, I guess I spoil myself with big houses".
"I guess that's understandable" Allie said, trying to understand why anyone would need such a large home.
"Let's go in Allie, I've got a couple of rooms I want to show you", Paul said with a sly grin.
As Allie walked up the stairs to what she assumed was Paul's bedroom, she couldn't help but notice the lack of style in his house. He had this beautiful home, but he decorated it like a giant man cave. There were comic books everywhere. Most of the comic books were framed, but they had no order. He had hardwood floors with rugs that looked like they had been purchased at Wal-Mart, and the walls were white. His house was beautiful, but he needed a designer, badly!
"Here it is", Paul said, pointing to the first door.
Allie began to enter when Paul stopped her, "I need your coat, shoes, and purse first".
"Okay", Allie said.
She removed her coat and then opened the door. It was the biggest bedroom she had ever seen. However, on the bed, there were shackles at the foot and the head. Next to the bed on the left was a bookshelf full of porn. To the right of the bed was a night stand with two drawers. She opened them curiously. In the top drawer was an array of dildos and what looked like whips and paddles. In the second drawer was rope, cords, and a few other things that she didn't recognize.
Allie sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of her actions tonight, when the door opened. Paul walked in, naked, gorgeous, and rock hard. Any feeling of doubt that Allie had was gone, she wanted Paul, and she was going to have him!
Chapter Four
Slavery
Allie stood up and began to remove her clothes when Paul stopped her.
"Allie", he said, "We need to go over a few things first. I am experienced, actually, I am more than experienced at being domineering. But, you don't strike me as experienced as a "sub" or slave. Am I right?"
Allie looked at him, embarrassed, but said, "You are correct that I am not personally experienced. However I have wanted to try this for a long time. I understand needing to use a safe word, which will just be a firm no, if that's okay. I also know that I have a very high tolerance for pain. I want to try anything that you're willing to throw at me. Please?"
Paul smiled and said, "Okay! Let's get started then. But, that means you do nothing without my permission. So, stop undressing yourself right now. Also, I will call you names, and you will like it. Do you understand Bitch?"
"Yes sir" Allie said.
Paul continued, "I also only want to hear moaning out of you. Don't speak to me unless I tell you to slut. Now, take your fucking dress off!”
Allie took her dress off, and stood there with nothing but pink panties on.
"Come over here whore, I want to feel your pussy. I need to see how wet you are" Paul said.
Allie couldn't help but think about the aggressive side of him. It turned her on in a way that nothing else ever had. She was wet, in fact, she felt like she was even ready to cum. Allie walked slowly toward Paul, staring at his cock as she came closer to him.
Paul tugged Allie's panties down and helped her step out of them. He then walked over to the night stand, grabbed a very short whip, no longer than a ruler, and walked back over to his chair where Allie stood.
Paul used the whip to tell Allie to spread her legs. He would slap each inner thigh until she was standing exactly the way he wanted, and Allie loved it. Her pussy became more and more wet with each slap. Suddenly, Allie flinched when she felt Paul's fingers on her pussy. She gasped with pleasure.
"Oh, I found something the naughty slut likes" Paul said. He continued, "I will have to keep playing with this tight little pussy. It's so wet. Listen up slut. When you want to cum, you MUST ask for permission. Do you understand?" Paul spoke with authority.
Instead of answering, "May I please cum Master", was all Allie could get out. Before Paul could respond, Allie came. She had needed to feel that pleasure, it had been so long.
"Oh, you Bitch. I didn't tell you that you could cum. You're gonna get it now. No more happy master, and no more talking at all. You are nothing but a sexy fucking whore, and I am going to fuck you raw!"
Paul picked Allie up, walked her to the bed and threw her down. He grabbed her by the face, squeezing hard, and kissed her. Then, with no hesitation, Paul spit in Allie's face. He grabbed her hands and shackled them, then he did the same with her feet. Paul walked over to the night stand, opened the second drawer and pulled out a rope. He wrapped each of Allie's tits individually until they were nearly blue and standing up firm. He pulled clips out of the night stand drawer and clipped her nipples.
Allie's breathing became deeper and deeper. She was so turned on by what was happening, she wanted to cum. But, he said no talking, was she allowed to cum. She stopped caring, she came so hard she squirted.
Paul just stared at her when he saw her squirt. He was immediately more turned on than he had ever been. He climbed on top of Allie and began kissing her.
Whispering in Allie's ear, Paul said, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen, but don't ever cum without my permission again, unless you want to be slapped. If you like being slapped, then never ask for permission. I am going to fuck you now!"
Allie's face, racked with pleasure turned red as Paul slammed his cock into her. His dick was at least nine inches long and three or more inches around. He easily had the largest cock Allie had ever seen.
Without asking, Allie again came, shaking hard. Paul stopped, smiled and said, "I'm going to slap you now. Next time there will be no warning". With that, Paul slapped Allie in the face. She had never felt so high, she wanted him to slap her again.
"Do it again" Allie said.
Paul stopped, looked at her and said, "I have a feeling you are going to be fun, but you aren't going to listen. Now, shut the fuck up". Paul slapped Allie again, and again, and again. Slapping harder and harder as he fucked her deep, hard, and fast.
Paul began to slow down. He leaned over to the night stand and grabbed a riding crop. He slowly began to fuck Allie again, beating her body with the crop at the same time. Stopping every few minutes to lean in and kiss her. Allie continued to cum, over and over and over again.
Paul stopped suddenly, stood up, and unshackled Allie. "Flip over", he snapped, "put your ass in the air.
Paul picked up a spray bottle of water that Allie didn't realize was there. Paul sprayed Allie's nice round ass with the water. Then, without hesitation, Paul began to whip Allie's ass with his own belt. Allie flinched, but continued to cum. She liked the pain, no, she loved it!
Paul threw the whip to the ground, grabbed Allie's beautiful long hair, and said, "I want to hear you scream while I fuck your cunt bitch".
Paul slammed his cock into Allie, fucking her pussy like she was the only woman he would ever know, pulling her hair harder and harder. Allie came hard on Paul's cock, and it sent him over the edge. He quickly pulled out and pulled her face to his cock as he shoved his dick into her mouth. Paul exploded in Allie's mouth, sending her over the edge again.
Chapter Five
How Was It
Allie and Paul were both breathing hard, laying in the shackle laced bed, when Allie asked Paul, "well, how did I do? I know I didn't listen really well, but, was I a good enough slave?"
Paul laughed and then said, "Truthfully, you were a horrible slave. You didn't do anything I said. However, you
were the best fuck I've ever had, and even though you don't like to listen, you like the punishment, which makes fucking you even more fun. But, I want to know what you thought. How was it Allie?"
Allie continued to stare at the ceiling as she spoke, "What can I say, it felt amazing! I absolutely loved the smacking, both with your hands and the whips and belts. I want to be choked next time. That is, if you want to fuck me again."
Paul smiled at Allie and said, "You have about five minutes before you are getting choked. Go shower slut".
Allie smiled, jumped up and ran to the shower.
As Allie showered, she began to realize how much she had missed out on all those years with her ex. "Never again will I let myself be tied down to a man that does not know how to please me. Never again will I make myself feel like I should be concerned with what others might think. Never again will I be the same. I want to be fucked by this man, in the most degrading of ways, every day for the rest of my life."
Taken By The Black Guy
Alpha Male Interracial Erotica
By Amber Heart
Amy sat in the middle of the lecture room studying anything but the course material. The little red notebook drew her attention again. It was a small notebook and probably filled with anthropological statistics and factoids; the movement of nomadic tribes across the continent, pregnancy rates of indigenous people. It wasn’t the sort of thing anyone would want to steal, and yet, Amy had her eye on it. Maybe it was the challenge of it. It belonged to the tall black guy in the front row and he was almost always writing in it, or else it was shoved deep into the tight back pocket of his baggy jeans.
At first she had just been bored. She thought she could chat him up a bit and kill a few minutes before class started. “Hey…” She said coyly, striking a cute pose at the edge of his row. But he didn’t even look up! He was curled over the pages, his pencil skittering across the page lightning fast. “Um… hello?” Amy was not used to getting ignored. She was tall and fit, and knew exactly how good she looked in her skin tight tank top and miniskirt. Leaning forward so that a nice swath of her cleavage was on display, Amy tried again, “Excuse me?” Finally, he looked up. “I think my pen rolled under your seat.” She lied smoothly then smiled to herself as he took a good long look down her shirt.
“No worries.” He said shutting the book and sliding it under his hip before relaxing casually back into his seat. “Go ahead.” Smart guy, she thought. He gets to chill and look me over to his heart’s content while I work around him. She shimmied down the narrow row and made a show of looking under the seats. He crossed his arms, casually perusing her body as she bent and twisted searching for the imaginary pen. Amy slid a hand across her butt, holding her short skirt down and emphasizing the curves of her ass. “Sorry to interrupt your writing. What were you working on?” She said, batting her eyelashes. He shrugged. Oo how annoying, Amy thought to herself. But she wasn’t ready to quit yet.
“I’m Amy by the way.”
“Tyrone.” He responded distractedly as he checked his cell briefly.
If he was going to be like that then she was going to have to up her game. Delicately she rolled her shoulder and let her heavy purse fall forward. It tipped open, spilling its contents across his arm rest and the floor. He leapt up as her water bottle came crashing down almost in his lap. “Damn, what you trying to do? Castrate me?” Amy licked her lips as she watched the notebook slip off his chair and hit the floor. Dropping to her knees she made a grab for it. But he was faster. Just as her fingers touched the spine, he caught her by the wrist.
“Nah, I’m on to you, girl.”
“Come on,” she said throwing him another flirty smile, “Let me see it. You were working on it so intensely and you wouldn’t answer when I asked nicely… I’m just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat.” He said with a wry smile.
“Satisfaction brought it back.” She quipped easily.
“Ha! Nice. But no. You can’t see it. Take your own notes.”
Amy opened her mouth to continue the argument but the professor broke in. “Miss Rove? If you could please take a seat. I’d like to get started.”
Pouting unhappily, Amy quickly stuffed the remainder of her things into her purse and looked for a nearby seat. The only one was several rows back. She’d never be able to see what he was writing from all the way back there! How frustrating. And distracting… she could barely concentrate on the seminar at all.
She chewed on her pencil, and narrowed her pretty green eyes. He was so protective of that notebook. It had to be more than just class notes. Now that her interest was piqued there was no way she could let go. She was going to read that thing no matter what! But if she wanted to see that notebook she was going to have to get serious. Could it be done? Could she tug it free of his pants without him noticing?
Twirling a long ribbon of her blonde hair around her finger, Amy came up with a plan. The best time to swipe it would be just a few minutes after the professor let them go. Everyone would swarm the door. Talking loudly and bumping into each other. Amy would simply press up against the tall guys back and… Hmm, no. He would still notice if pulling on the notebook yanked his pants too sharply. Would he get angry if he caught her? If he did catch her, she could always pretend she was grabbing his butt. Everyone loves to be flirted with… and he did have a very nice butt. Nonetheless it would be better not to get caught at all. She was going to need a little distraction.
Watching the clock over the door, she waited as the minutes ticked by and the professor droned on endlessly. Finally, he wrapped up and she hurriedly shoved her own notes into her purse. Sliding out of her seat, Amy smoothed down her miniskirt and scanned the room for the owner of the notebook. There he was; ambling towards the door at an easy pace. She dodged in front of a pair of chatty friends and eased in to the press of bodies at the door. Now what would make a good distraction… ah ha! Angling between two people, Amy pinched the butt of an angry looking Asian chick. Hard. The woman squealed in shock and shoved the guy behind her, accusing him loudly “What the hell?! Asshole!” The hipster guy threw his hands up in defense but it was too late. Her push nailed him full in the chest and he fell backwards into a short dude with thick glasses. The glasses hit the floor and slid. In seconds the doorway was completely jammed with gawkers. And the owner of the notebook was in the thick of it. His back was turned and book was right there waiting for her.
Now! Amy commanded herself and grabbed the notebook with both hands. A tiny wiggle and it was free. Amy palmed the book and hid it against her opposite hip. She tried to hide her grin too, as she calmly skirted the still squabbling students. What a rush! Who needs caffeine when you can steal shit instead? She giggled to herself as she strolled out of the building and rounded the corner heading towards the library. The library wasn’t her usual hang out of choice, but Amy was way too impatient. That notebook was practically burning a hole in her pocket so to speak. She stroked her purse and broke into a light jog; tan legs stretching out into an easy pace.
Once in the library, she went straight for the archive stacks. Nobody went down here, right? And even if they did, they would think the red notebook was something she pulled from the shelves. Genius! A quick ride in the elevator and she was in a private sanctuary. There, she cracked open the book and began to read.
“Wow” she exclaimed in hushed tones. “Definitely not class notes…” The words on the page were rich, descriptive and very, very, sexual. Bent low over the page, Amy felt her face heating up as her head filled with wicked images. Tyrone was one seriously... what? Over sexed? Or underserved? Was this stuff all in his imagination or did he act out these fantasies? Did he do this to his girlfriend? As she licked her fingertips and turned another page, Amy started to picture herself involved in these scenes.
Hot and panting. Wet and wanting. Legs in the air… The library seemed to be getting hotter by the second. Amy switched the notebook over to one hand and fanned herself with the other. Then sh
e let her hand stray to the front of her shirt, unconsciously stroking her nipple as she read on further. Then he…and she… Amy was getting seriously wound up as she read on, quickly devouring page after page. Idly she pressed against her skirt, touching herself through the taught fabric. Too bad she wore such a tight skirt today. There was no way to slip a hand into her panties without rolling her whole skirt up to waist height.
“Thief.”
Amy almost dropped the book. Tyrone was standing at the end of the row completely filling any escape route and there was no place to hide. She was caught red-handed. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing… Suddenly, Amy saw Tyrone in a new light; not a just studious guy working away during class, but total freak in the bedroom. Thinking back to every class where she’d seen him writing and writing, she scanned his long limbs and wide hands. Could he do what he wrote with those hands? She imagined his wide soft lips mouthing those dirty words and felt a wave of heat wash over her. Amy very much wanted to hear that… and maybe even do some of that. Her pale body pressed against his coffee colored skin… but he was staring at her. Waiting for her to respond.
“I..” There was no point in denying that she had stolen it. “I’m sorry. I thought it was just class notes.”
“And I fail the next exam. Yeah. That’s cool.” He said sarcastically, the edge of his smile twisted wryly.
“You could have borrowed someone’s notes. But it doesn’t matter. I only read a tiny bit, but this is… this is different. I would have given your poetry back.”
He laughed “I ain’t a poet. Those are song lyrics. I got a band.”
“You say this stuff in front of an audience?!”
“What, little thief, you don’t mind stealing shit in broad daylight but you ain’t got the balls for a few nasty lyrics? You a virgin or something?’