by B Jaye
That was all it took to bring Amina to the brink. Her orgasm was even louder than Shayna's had been. Part of me was afraid that my neighbors, once impressed with my sexual prowess, would now call the police. I didn't care, though. I was in bed with two hot women, and one was gushing all over my cock.
I flipped Amina over and pulled out. I knew what I wanted now. I knew how I wanted this to finish. I grabbed Shayna and positioned her on all fours, in front of me and facing Amina. I left it to her to figure out her part in this. For my part, I bent her down and pushed into her from behind.
Shayna new the script. After pushing back into me so that my cock went in fully to the hilt, she bent between Amina's legs and started licking at her clit. This was it. I'd seen this scene so often in porn films, and now I was actually doing it. I was fucking a girl who was going down on another girl.
I wanted it to last forever. I did what I could to slow my pace down. I fucked Shayna from behind and watched Amina's pretty face as the other girl's fingers and tongue brought her up to another peak of pleasure. From the muffled sounds I could hear coming from between Amina's legs, Shayna was getting close, too.
A fire began building in my balls. I picked up the pace and started pounding Shayna with everything I had. She let out a scream and reached out to grab Amina's heaving breasts. Amina threw her head back and started to groan. The pleasure grew measure by measure until my entire body felt filled with light.
I shouted as I came. I'm usually a pretty quiet guy in bed, but I shouted as I climaxed and my sperm exploded into Shayna's pussy. Then we collapsed into a sweaty pile.
Five minutes later I was asleep. When I woke the next morning, both girls were gone.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marissa gave me a special smile the next Monday morning. "Hey," she said. "I wasn't sure I'd see you today."
"Why not?" I asked.
"After Friday night, I thought you might want to take a few days off. Sleep in. Recuperate," she said with a grin.
I smiled guiltily. "It was pretty intense," I admitted.
"Amina had a good time."
"That's good. So did I."
"Amina almost never has a good time."
"Things went well."
"That's what she said."
"Do you think I should…"
"No!" she said, as if scolding a disobedient dog. "You should not call her. Amina doesn't do relationships. Besides, you'll be meeting someone new on Friday."
I took a deep breath. OK, I could do this. Marissa's friends were taking me way out of my comfort zone, but there was no denying that I was getting way more sex than usual. "Great," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could manage. "Who this time?"
"You'll see," Marissa said with the sort of smile that didn't encourage me in any way.
Four days later I found myself in front of a brownstone apartment, feeling encouraged. This wasn't a bad part of town. Anyone who lived in a building like this had to have a job, and she was probably respectable. Maybe tonight would turn out to be dinner and pleasant conversation: the sort of thing I was used to.
I walked up the steps and looked through the names on the directory. When I found the name I was looking for, my stomach dropped. She lived in the basement. Already things were going bad.
I rang the bell. After a pause, a woman's voice came over the intercom.
"Yeah?"
"Chloe? Is this Chloe? I'm Dave." There was a pause. "Marissa's friend?" I added.
"Oh, right. Dave. Come on in. Take the stairs down." The door started to buzz and I pushed my way in.
The lobby of the building was actually pretty nice, but when I started down the stairs things started getting dark and musty. I knocked on the door at the bottom of the steps, but it swung open on its own.
"Hello?" I called, taking a few tentative steps inside. The apartment was dark, lit only by a few candles, and from what I could see of the art on the walls, Chloe was a very strange girl indeed. Par for the course—I was starting to expect that sort of thing from Marissa's friends.
"I'll be there in a second," a woman's voice called from down the hallway. "Make yourself comfortable."
I looked around what I took to be the living room, looking for a piece of furniture that seemed safe to sit in. One contraption in the corner was puzzling me. It was a big wooden frame, with what looked like scraps of leather fastened to it. In the dark it was hard to make it out. Was it exercise equipment? A piece of art? I couldn't figure it out.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
The shout was so loud that my heart leaped into my mouth and I twirled around so quickly, I nearly fell down. I finally got my first look at Chloe. Her hair was orange, a silver ring hung from her nose, and her hourglass figure was squeezed into a tight, black leather outfit and high-heeled boots.
"Did I say you could look at my stuff? DID I?!" she shouted.
"Ummm … no?" I stammered. I had no idea what was going on. Was she insane? Had I come into the wrong apartment?
Her right hand came up, and I saw a bull whip in her hand. She brought the whip down with a resounding crack. "ON YOUR KNEES!" she shouted at me.
Fuck, I thought—Marissa set me up with a dominatrix! I looked around the apartment, wondering what to do. Should I run? Should I fight?
"ON YOUR KNEES, WORM!" she shrieked.
I almost did it. I almost sank down to my knees, and once I did it would have been over. I would have submitted to her, and she would have used that opening to dominate and punish me in ways that I could barely imagine. My nipples would have been clamped, and my balls would have been squeezed. That sort of thing is fine for some people, but pain is not one of my turn-ons. For me, it would simply have been torture. It would have been the worst day of my life.
Instead of submission, a spark of rebellion grew in my chest. "No," I said.
Chloe's eyes widened. "What did you say?" she said in a dangerous voice.
"I … said … NO!" I shouted, and took two quick steps forward to grab the whip and pull it out of her hand.
Chloe slapped me. She did it with nails extended to scratch my cheek. I knew without looking that she'd drawn blood. She pulled her hand back a second time, but before she could hit me again I grabbed her wrist in my hand, then took the other wrist in my other hand. She struggled against me, spitting furiously. It was like I was wrestling some kind of jungle cat. Twice she tried to bite me, and the second time her teeth clacked together mere centimeters from my shoulder.
This girl was dangerous, and possibly crazy, but I was stronger than her. I put my muscle into it and forced her backward, pinning her hands against the wall. I was looking around for something, rope or an electric cord, that I could use to tie her hands when I noticed the big wooden contraption that had puzzled me before. Now that I saw it closer up, I could see that it had leather loops at all four corners that could be tightened from behind.
Chloe was still fighting me as hard as she could, and her breath was getting ragged. I wrestled her over to the device and took a chance by letting go of one of her hands to use both of mine to slip her right hand into a restraint and pull it tight. Chloe fought to get at her hand and release it, which gave me the opportunity to grab her other hand and force it into the other restraint.
With both hands trapped, Chloe attacked me with her booted feet. One boot came whistling up and barely missed taking me full on the balls. It connected with my shin instead, which hurt quite a bit, but was a lot better than the alternative. I took a hint and grabbed that foot, forcing it into the third restraint. With that Chloe lost all of her leverage, and it was an easy thing to capture and secure her last leg.
I stepped back, my chest heaving, to survey my workmanship.
"Mother fucker!" she yelled. "Let me go!"
"Not yet," I said.
"I'll kill you! You fucking asshole, I'll tear your heart out!"
"I believe you," I said. "And that's why I'm not setting you loose." I considered my options. I could leave,
of course, but there was the matter of a girl who was now tied up in her apartment, and I couldn't leave her here to die of hunger or thirst. I'd need to tell someone—Marissa, maybe—to come over and set her free.
I had almost worked out that plan in my mind when something better occurred to me. Chloe was starting to run out of steam, and instead of heaving against the restraints she was hanging in her bonds and glaring at me. Her chest was heaving from her exertion, and with each breath her ample breasts threatened to burst out of her tight leather top.
I stepped up and calmly started unlacing her top. Chloe started struggling again, but it was no use. She was helpless.
The laces came loose, and then her breasts fell free. I stepped back to admire them. They were big and full, even bigger than I had thought, and to my eyes they looked natural. I reached out a hand and took one in my palm. It was warm and soft, with just a hint of sweat moistening the skin.
"Don't you touch me! Asshole rapist, don't you dare!" Chloe hissed.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" I asked.
Chloe was taken aback. "What?" she asked.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?" I shouted. The thought of what she'd intended to do to me, without me asking for it, without my consent, was enough to kindle a powerful anger in my chest. I channeled the power of that emotion into my words. "If you speak again without permission, you will be punished!"
Chloe's eyes widened as she began to realize the situation she was in. "Wait, I…"
"SILENCE!" I located her whip on the floor and bent to retrieve it. The frame that Chloe was now tied to was built on wheels. I pulled on one side to swing it out from the wall. I moved behind her and, doubling the whip over in my hand, brought it down hard on her backside.
"Ow! Fuck!" she yelled.
"Every time you speak without permission, I will punish you." I swatted her ass again.
"Shit! Stop!"
"Every time you will be punished until you learn your lesson." I swatted her a third time, hard.
This time Chloe grunted, but she didn't say anything. I smiled in satisfaction.
"Good girl. You're learning." I dropped the whip, got a grip with both hands on the waistband of her tight leather pants, and pulled them down.
"No!" Chloe yelled.
I retrieved the whip and brought it down on her now-naked ass. It left a bright pink mark on her white skin.
"Mmmfff!" Chloe grunted.
I smiled. "Much better," I said softly. I stroked her bare ass with the leather of the whip and admired her breasts. With her hands stretched above her head like this, her back arched involuntarily which put her breasts on beautiful display. My cock began to to stiffen in my pants.
I leaned down and pulled her pants further down, over her boots. Now Chloe was bare from her head down to her knees. I gave her ass a small flick with the whip. Chloe twitched but didn't make a sound.
"Do you do this sort of thing a lot? Ambush guys who have no idea what they're getting into?" I walked around to her front and flicked her bare belly with the whip. Chloe's eyes were wide and dark, but she bit her lower lip and didn't make a sound. "That's pretty shitty, Chloe. It's a lousy thing to do to a complete stranger. I'd call you a sadist, but of course you are. The problem for you is I'm not a masochist."
I stepped back and crossed my hands over my chest. "What should I do with you?" I asked. "Should I let you go?"
Chloe nodded vigorously. Her eyes were full of tears.
"I will, of course. I'm not going to leave you hanging here, and I'm not going to rape you. I'm not like you, Chloe. I don't do that sort of thing to another human being. But the thing is, I'm not sure you've learned your lesson. Not yet."
Chloe shook her head, clearly wanting to argue the point otherwise, but too afraid to say something when I hadn't given her permission.
I gave her a crooked smile. "You like to spank people, Chloe? Well, let's see how you like a spanking."
And spank her I did. It went on for quite a while, until the fingers of my hand were numb and the muscles of my arm were burning with fatigue. I started out lightly, just getting the measure of this sort of thing, and slowly increased the intensity. I wanted it to sting, but I didn't want the pain to be severe and I didn't want to leave any permanent marks. I worked on Chloe's ass until it was so red it looked like it was sunburn.
When I was close to stopping, Chloe spoke for the first time since we'd begun.
"Please," she said, barely above a whisper.
"What?" I asked, feeling no little concern. Had I pushed this too far? I was at the point of letting her down when she spoke again.
"Please," she said, looking up at me entreatingly. "Take me."
Only then did I notice how wet she was. Juices from her pussy were running down the inside of her leg. Wordlessly I stripped off my clothes as she hung in her restraints. Chloe's breath sped up with each article of clothing I discarded, her breasts heaving mightily. When I pulled down my pants and my cock sprang out at full mast, Chloe's eyes fastened on it as if it was the answer to her prayers.
I moved behind her. Chloe looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes pleading. I took position and slid into her from behind.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Chloe muttered, her eyes squeezing shut.
I started to pump her from behind. The position was a little awkward. I had to crouch down to make the angles work, but I still didn't trust this girl and I wasn't ready to give her access to my naked body just yet.
Chloe had already been close to orgasm just from the spanking, and it only took a handful of strokes from my cock to bring her off. She moaned and shook in the restraints, and I increased the pace and power of my hips. I reached around and took her large breasts in my hands. Her pussy felt glorious. I loved the way it sucked at my cock every time I pulled out, and I could feel the head of my cock bump lightly against her cervix with every thrust.
It didn't take long for a fire to build in my balls. I pounded Chloe hard, my balls slapping against her ass, and then with a roar I climaxed. I shot my seed deep inside her.
I held onto her for a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft and curvy body, while my cock twitched inside her. Then I pulled out and started loosening her restraints.
When she was down, Chloe's first act was to take off her boots and work her tight pants off of her legs. Her second act was to take me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom, down at the end of the hall. She pushed me onto the bed and began sucking on my cock. I thought I was done for the night, but she knew what she was doing and in time I was stiff again. Chloe rolled over on her back and opened her legs, waiting for me.
I didn't need a formal invitation. I got on top and slipped my cock inside her. We established a gentle rhythm that I knew would take our pleasure deep into the night.
Five
I didn't go to the coffee shop that Monday morning. I drank a bitter cup of office coffee that day, and it suited me fine, because I knew what I wanted now.
The coffee shop closes at eight o'clock. I waited until eight thirty. The lights were out when I came up to the door. I tapped on the glass until I saw Marissa come out from the back, a quizzical expression on her beautiful face. When she saw me, her expression shifted into a mixture of surprise and something that looked like excitement. I tapped again.
She came up and unlocked the door. "Dave, we're…" she began.
I didn't listen. I stepped in and took her in my arms, kissing her hard. For the first, glorious moment I experienced the sensation of holding her luscious body against mine. Marissa stiffened for an instant, then her arms came up around me and she started kissing me back. Her breath was fresh, and our tongues tangled.
I moved my mouth to her ear. "I'm on to you," I whispered. "Those girls. They were a test. You wanted to see how I'd do."
"Mmmm," Marissa replied. I slid my hands down from her back to her sweet, tight ass.
"You thought that maybe you wanted to fuck me, but you weren't sure, so you had your frie
nds try me out first," I said, nibbling at her ear lobe.
"Mmmm," Marissa replied.
"And how did I do?" I asked, kissing along the line of her jaw.
"You passed," she said breathlessly. "With flying colors."
My lips traveled down her neck to her cleavage. "I'm ready for the final exam," I said, and started unbuttoning her blouse.
In retrospect, it was a little foolish. We were visible to anyone who looked into the coffee shop that night, but we didn't care. We tore impatiently at each other's clothes. I'd fantasized about Marissa so many times that I was a little afraid how I'd feel when I finally saw her body, but it was glorious, a work of art. Her breasts were full and firm, with pierced nipples, and her belly showed signs of a six pack. I didn't know she was into exercise, but when I saw her thighs and her bare ass, I thanked God for aerobics. She was perfect. She was absolutely perfect, and I was going to fuck her.
Marissa worked her way up onto the counter, looking at me with bright eyes and breathing hard. I slowly massaged my cock as I took in the full glory of her naked form and considered the imminent prospect of a dream come true. I stepped up between her legs and pulled her head down for a sloppy kiss.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I said, knowing that the words weren't enough.
"So are you," she said with a smile.
"Liar," I said, kissing her hard.
"It's the truth."
I didn't feel like arguing. If she thought I was in her league, why would I argue? I took one of her perfect breasts in my hand, rolled the nipple between two fingers, and then replaced them with my mouth. I sucked on her nipple and worshiped her breast with my mouth. Marissa's hand was behind my head, her fingers twisted in my hair.