Sweet Danger

by Violet Blue

  “I shouldn’t,” I say. “I shouldn’t drink after a shock like that.”

  “Sure you should,” Hal tells me, waving the bartender over. “Beautiful girl like you, first thing you need to do is have some fun. Get him back for being a careless bastard. I can’t believe he’d let a girl like you go.” He gestures at the bartender. “Mike, let’s get this girl a whiskey sour. Whiskey sour, Erica?”

  “That’d be fine,” I say, my eyes glistening with tears of fright. That’s one drink. I’m going to give him a hand job.

  “And make it extra-strong,” says Hal under his breath, leaning close to Mike the bartender, perhaps thinking he’s speaking quietly enough that I can’t hear. “She’s having a rough night.” His eyes lock in on my exposed nipple, and he licks his lips.

  “One whiskey sour,” says the bartender, leering at me contemptuously.

  One drink. I’m going to stroke his cock. I’m going to jerk him off. I’m going to pump him until he comes on my tits. My clit throbs painfully against the bar stool.

  The drink comes and I gulp it desperately while Hal tries to make small talk. He wants to know more details about the break up.

  “He…he wants to see other people,” I say. “He…he says I can’t…can’t satisfy him.”

  “Oh, now, that’s a shame. He must be crazy. Pretty girl like you, I’m sure you have a healthy libido. Want a refill on that?”

  I want to say no. I want to refuse the drink, run to you, hide in your arms. But you’ve ordered me to accept, to take Hal’s liquor and let him do what he wants to me. To let him get me drunk and fuck me with increasing intimacy depending on how drunk he gets me. I know I have to say yes. I know I have to let Hal buy me as many drinks as he wants, and for each drink, his cock will invade a new part of my body. This is the second drink. It means I’m going to suck his cock and let him fuck me. And when he’s ready to come, I’m going to jerk him off on my face.

  My voice quavers as I try to speak. I clear my throat. “Yes,” I manage to croak, already feeling the heady effects of the whiskey mingling with the wine from dinner. “I’ll have another.”

  Mike mixes another whiskey sour while Hal tells me he’s single. I know he’s lying, but I don’t care. I know I can’t refuse him. The least he’s going to get, now, is my mouth, clamped around his cock. My face, presented to him for defilement. His come, shooting all over me. I can already feel hot streams hitting me. The humiliation makes me turn deep red, my body flushing hot. I can feel my cunt pulsing between my tightly closed thighs.

  “Drink up, darling.”

  I try to make it last, but I can’t. I’m so nervous every time I take a sip it turns into a gulp. By the time the ice rattles in the glass, I can feel I’m getting drunk. The whiskey is enveloping my head, taking me over. When I’m finished, Hal doesn’t even ask. He just waves Mike over and orders another for me.

  Three drinks. He can do whatever he wants to me—fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass.

  “Thank you,” I say. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, letting you buy me all these drinks.”

  Hal chuckles. “Oh, I can afford it,” he says. “And from the looks of it, you can too.” His eyes rivet to my exposed nipple as he says it.

  The whiskey sour goes quickly while Hal describes what a romantic he is. The right way to treat a woman. Make her feel special. I can smell the scent of Hal’s body, the aroma of his sweat. I glance down at his crotch and see that his cock is halfway hard. He’s leaning closer to me as he talks. His hand is on my thigh, up above the top of my stockings, past where the garters clip to the gossamer fabric. His fingers creep up under the hem of my dress. My flesh tingles as he touches me. I let my legs slip slightly open, and his fingers creep up still further—a planned invasion disguised as a casual, friendly gesture.

  I’m going to spread my legs and feel his cock, naked, raw, latex-free, sliding into my pussy. I’m going to feel him hump into me, fuck me until he comes inside me. I’m going to go back down to your hotel room with Hal’s come leaking out of my cunt. I find myself leaning against Hal, my hand grazing his thigh. When I shift slightly, I feel the press of his cock, half-hard against my palm. One hand creeps further up my dress, stroking my thighs. His other hand is on my arm, gripping me, steadying me from my drunken sway on the bar stool—or making sure I can’t get away.

  He thinks I don’t see. He thinks I don’t see him as he takes his hand from my thigh, reaches into his jacket pocket, turns away with a pill bottle in his hand. He tries to play it casual as he pops off the top, shakes two pills onto the bar, picks them up and washes them down with his straight bourbon, then tucks the bottle back into his jacket.

  “Vitamins,” he tells me. “Have to take them every day.”

  But I’ve seen it—seen the shape of the pills in his hand, just before he popped them. That telltale blue pill, diamondshaped. He knows I’m going to let him fuck me.

  He smiles, lifting his glass. “Here’s a toast to you, Erica. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

  The fantasy requires that I be reluctant, but now I’m so turned on I couldn’t stop myself even if I really did want to. I’ve let my hand drift up to Hal’s crotch, let my fingers curve around the shaft of his cock through his pants. The pills have made him hard all the way—hard, and large. He’s got quite a big cock, and I know where I’m going to take it.

  The final marker has been passed. As I finish my drink, he puts his fingers gently on my face and turns me toward him. I part my lips. Hal kisses me, his tongue forcing its way whiskey-sweet into my mouth, his hand moving down to mine and pressing it hard against the shaft of his cock. His other hand, around my back, pulls me close and slides up to grip my hair. He holds me tight as he forces my hand against his cock. His lips come off of mine and I pant, feeling as if I’m on a merry-go-round. My cunt aches as I lean forward to press it against the bar stool. Hal is going to fuck me. He’s going to fuck me in all three of my holes.

  “See what you’ve done to me?” he whispers. “Let’s go somewhere, Erica. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  I’m breathing hard, gasping for air.

  All I can do is nod.

  Hal tosses a twenty on the bar, stands me up. He steadies me with his arm around my shoulders, his hand gripping my wrist tightly. His suit jacket brushes my nipples through the thin dress. Everyone in the restaurant looks at us as he walks me toward the door.

  Moving down the long hotel corridor, I lean against him, unable to stand on my own. I can feel the wetness of my pussy dripping down my thighs. I try to keep them pressed together, but I’m already tottering on my high heels.

  “Do—do you have a room?” I ask.

  “No,” he says, “but I know a nice romantic stairwell. A whore like you doesn’t rate an expensive hotel room, anyway. No wonder your boyfriend dumped you.”

  Hal opens a heavy fire door and shoves me through. I stumble down half a flight. Hal grabs my arm and shoves me to my knees. I feel my stockings ripping as Hal grips my hair and tangles his fingers in it. He’s got his pants open in an instant and before I know it he’s leaning back against the wall, dragging me forward and forcing my mouth down onto his cock.

  A surge goes through me as I taste it. The second I feel his hard cock in my mouth, all I feel is the hunger for cock that led me here tonight in the first place.

  “Oh, yeah,” says Hal. “Your boyfriend dumped you because you were a little cocksucker. You’re good at it, too. How many cocks did you suck while you were going out with him, anyway? Just a drink or two and you’re down on your knees, Erica. You’re cheaper than the cheapest whore. You would have sucked me if I hadn’t bought you any drinks, wouldn’t you?”

  I don’t even try to answer, since he already knows what I would say; all I can feel is Hal’s cock pushing its way down my throat, his hand in my hair guiding me up and down. His cock is huge, long and thick, almost too thick for me to swallow. But I’ve had a lot of practice, and I manage to
take his cock down my throat, my gag reflex ruined by all the alcohol. The stairwell spins around me as I bob up and down on his cock, moaning softly, feeling my cunt wet. He’s going to fuck me, I think. He’s going to fuck me in my cunt.

  And then he’s going to fuck me in the ass.

  Hal pulls me off his cock, turns my head up toward him. I can feel the strings of drool running down my chin.

  “You want my come down your throat, Erica?”

  “Please…” I gasp, my mouth open wide, sticky spit glistening between my mouth and Hal’s cock.

  “You want it? You want to eat my come?”

  “Please fuck me,” I gasp. “Please…”

  “You want me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?” he growls.

  “Fuck me…in…the…”

  “What?”

  I finally manage to choke it out. “Fuck me in the ass,” I whimper, and tears fill my eyes. Hal chuckles and shoves me down onto my hands and knees. I stay there doggie-style while he reaches down and yanks my skirt up.

  “You’re still wearing your clothes,” he tells me. “Underwear and all. Strip everything off.”

  My hands shaking, I begin to wriggle out of my dress. It comes off over my head, and I push it into a ball in the corner of the stairwell. Hal unhitches my bra and it falls forward, revealing my breasts.

  “Panties, too,” says Hal. “But not the stockings. Or the shoes.”

  The panties are under the garter belt; as I obediently begin to pull them down, Hal realizes this and I hear the click of his pocket knife. He slits the thin strings of my thong and pulls the soaked, ruined garment out from between my legs.

  Still standing over me, he gets his hands between my thighs and forces my legs wide apart. His hand on my pussy makes me gasp, and he knows in an instant just how wet I am for his cock.

  That’s when I hear the fire door opening overhead, half a flight up. I look up and see the busboy—the one who couldn’t stop refilling my water. He looks at me, shocked—not knowing what to think.

  “Just what you need, Erica,” says Hal. “Another cock to fill you. Get down here.” He says something in Spanish, and I see the busboy smile as he comes down the stairs toward me.

  Oh, god. It’s happening.

  He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock as Hal takes his place behind me. Hal’s cock nudges open my lips, making me shudder as he pushes his cock, still wet with my spittle, against my clit. I almost come right then, but I’m distracted by the feel of the busboy’s hand tangled in my hair. He lifts my face onto his cock and forces my lips around the head.

  I start to suck it, obediently accepting every inch of the shaft until it forces its way into my throat. Fucked wide by Hal’s cock, my throat opens for the busboy, and he starts to fuck my face roughly as Hal positions his cock at my entrance.

  Then Hal drives into me fiercely, quickly—not caring if he’s going too fast. He shoves his cock in until the head strikes my cervix, and I utter a grunt deep in my throat. But the busboy’s cock keeps me from screaming, or even moaning. Hal begins to fuck me.

  As his cock slides into my aching pussy, I feel his thumb nuzzling between my cheeks. He pushes it in and I tense as he violates my asshole. But the busboy won’t let me up; he’s gripping my hair tight, forcing me up and down on his cock. Forcing me to suck him. Hal works his thumb deep into my ass and draws it around in big circles, opening me up for his cock. He’s going to fuck me in the ass, I keep thinking, trying to prepare myself for the invasion of his cock. It’s big, and I don’t know if I can take it.

  The terror rushes through me as Hal slides his cock out of my sopping pussy and presses it between my cheeks. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t wait to see if I’m ready for him. He just shoves it into my ass, and a big strangled yelp bursts from my lungs, stopped dead by the thickness of the busboy’s cock filling my throat.

  There’s a moment of pain as his cock violates my asshole; then the pleasure starts to flow through me. You’ve ruined me. You’ve planned all this to hurt me, to humiliate me. You know I come whenever you fuck my ass. You know I come easier from being fucked in the ass than from anything else.

  You know I’m going to come on Hal’s cock.

  The busboy fucks faster into my throat, using my face. I open wide for him, feeling my orgasm thundering toward me as Hal uses my ass. I come just an instant before he does, and he knows—I can tell he knows—even though I can’t make a peep, forced quiet by the busboy’s cock. Once I’ve let myself go, feeling the pleasure explode through me, there’s only a moment of soaring on my orgasm before Hal comes too, his hot come filling my ass, stinging it. And then the busboy pulls out, grabs my face, forces my mouth open wide with one hand and grabs my hand with the other. He wraps my fingers around his cock and I obediently start to stroke. “Stick out your tongue, bitch.” When the first stream hits the back of my throat I moan and open wide for it; more streams follow, hot jism filling my mouth, splashing across my cheeks, covering my chin.

  I slump forward on my hands and knees, my breath coming in huge panting sobs. Hal pulls out of my ass and zips up. The busboy also tucks his cock away.

  “I don’t think your boyfriend will want you back now,” Hal says contemptuously as he mounts the stairs. The busboy follows him. Hal pauses outside the fire door. I look over my shoulder at him, still spread on hands and knees, my ass leaking come and my face covered with it, my pussy still aching from my intense orgasm.

  “You forgot this in the bar,” he says, and tosses the key card at me. It hits the landing with a snap. “Though I bet your boyfriend’s already changed the lock.”

  Hal and the busboy disappear through the fire door, letting it slam behind them.

  I pick myself up, limbs shaking, head still spinning from all the alcohol. I can’t find my bra, and my panties are nothing but ruined, stripped fabric. I wriggle into my tiny dress, well aware that without a bra it shows my tits to anyone who will look. I don’t even bother to wipe the come off my face, or try to dab it off my spread cheeks. I just let it run down the backs of my thighs as I sway down the stairs looking for the right floor. I can barely walk after all those drinks and the rough treatment Hal forced on me. I bend over and take off my high-heeled shoes and walk down flight after flight wearing nothing on my feet but my shredded, ruined stockings, great holes ripped in the knees where I genuflected before first Hal’s cock, then the busboy’s.

  I look like a well-used whore.

  I finally make it to the right floor, stumble through the fire door. No one is in the hallway, thank god. I find the right hotel room and put the key in the door. The light flashes red at first, then red again, and I feel a wave of panic. You’ve abandoned me.

  The third time, the light goes green and I push the door open, fall into the hotel room.

  You catch me in your arms, pulling me into darkness. You carry me over to the bed, but before you can lay me down I’m on my knees again, feeling the plush hotel carpet against my now bare knees. You’re wearing only an expensive complimentary bathrobe and I’ve got it open in an instant, your cock in my mouth, my lips gliding hungrily up and down the shaft as you caress the back of my head.

  “It looks like Steve treated you right.”

  It was filled with surprises, this night. Not the general facts, but the specifics. The details tipped me off before we even got to the restaurant. The three lubricating suppositories you told me to put in my ass before we went out. The fact that “Hal,” or Steve, as I knew him when we played together, had grayed his normally black hair and put on a suit. The fact that the restaurant you took me to was the one where Mark worked as a busboy, having earned the indulgence of his manager just enough to slip away for a quick scene in the stairwell.

  It was risky, to be sure. Mark could have lost his job. Who knows; if someone had happened along at the wrong instant, they both might have been arrested for rape—though there would be little chance of my pressing charges, since it was all my idea. Since I begged for it,
begged you to set this up, begged you to make sure everything went perfectly. And it did.

  It was risky, but so worth it.

  I tell you that with every stroke of my mouth on your cock, every little whimper I give as I suck you.

  “Thank you, baby,” I sigh, my lips sliding off your cock. “Thank you so much.”

  “Don’t mention it,” you tell me, and seize my head roughly, twisting my hair in your hand.

  House Rules

  SARA DEMUCI

  “Come on,” Michael said, loud into my ear so I could hear him over the music. “You can’t pass this up!”

  And I didn’t want to. Michael and I had come to the fetish ball knowing there would be a cordoned-off play area; we’d even joked about the possibility that we might play in it. But I hadn’t expected it to be so crowded—every piece of equipment packed tight with players¸ and the bar behind the cordons crammed even tighter with spectators.

  But Michael and I had found a place to sequester ourselves so we could watch this one beautiful mistress play with a gorgeous, muscled young stud as we swayed to the pounding trance beat. She’d had him bent over the spanking bench and was flogging his ass. I’d gotten quite wet watching them, and Michael had been behind me, cradling me in his arms, so I had been able to feel quite clearly that Michael was as turned on as I was.

  Now, the mistress had finished with the young stud and sent him away.

  And she was looking right at me and crooking her finger.

  She was breathtaking—with a gorgeous, aquiline face; long dark hair and a slim body packed into a tight corset; G-string and high-heeled boots. She had a flogger in one hand and a paddle in the other, and she was unquestionably summoning me, though I couldn’t have heard her say a word.

  Michael knows how much I love to be spanked, but I’d never been flogged before. My knees went weak as I looked at the mistress and made a “Me!?” sort of gesture. She gave me the most intense bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen, and I melted.