by Sasha Medly
With the party winding down he decided to slip out. His father and boss was really getting deep into the festivities and wouldn’t miss him. Perhaps he could hang out at a bar and enjoy the rest of the holiday. Mother had gone visiting with her parents in England. Which she did for Christmas once every three years like clockwork. He wanted to go but she told him they had to get used to him being out of prison. Translation neither wanted an ex-con grandson.
“Seriously? I can’t believe this!” he heard a female curse kicking at a steaming car. A few rows ahead his motorcycle waited. The lady could get a tow and be perfectly fine.
“Max?” the female turned around looking teary eyed. It was the same blonde from the party. She looked completely devastated over the broken down vehicle, “my car won’t start.”
Max smiled and walked up. If there was anyone to help it was the lady he shared an electric kiss with. “I think you’re just going to have to call a tow truck. But they’ll be plenty busy during the holiday season. Do you want me to wait with you for a taxi?” As if fate liked being troublesome, dark clouds and thunder started up above them. “Well that’s just great.”
“I just wanted to hang out with my friends,” Carol sighed, “I swear this party is cursed.”
“Hopefully that doesn’t include my kiss,” Max said leaning on the car.
“Of course not, sorry,” Carol blushed heavily, “the kiss was great, mistletoe and such.”
Carol looked so helpless and sexy he wanted to take her right in the parking lot. She seemed independent but not overly so. He never wanted a girl who couldn’t rely on herself. Yet there was the fact he wanted to go off on his own in the future. Would she open to that. Crazy since there was no guarantee she even wanted him like that even now.
“I know someone at a nearby tow company, let me call and see if I can’t get someone to hurry by,” Max led her to his motorcycle, “try a taxi company, if the tow truck arrives first I might consider driving you home.”
Carol giggled. “I haven’t been on a motorcycle in years. Thanks for helping.”
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Carol law in bed thinking about her drive with Max. The tow truck took over an hour but no taxi was available for three to four. There was no way with the looming bad weather she could hang out there for that long. Plus co-workers leaving this late would ask why she wasn’t inside. That awkwardness was the last thing she needed. The next Christmas Party she was going to be out of town until after New Years. The perfect excuse to skip out.
Thankfully Max had kept his word and drove her home. The ride was exhilarating with him expertly avoiding puddles and ice patches. He seemed one with his bike and she was along for the experience. One she didn’t mind despite screaming a few times after he first started driving. Talk about looking like a child but he took it all in stride. She needed more excitement in her life and Max was not afraid to travel off the beaten path. Even taking a detour to show her a few of his favorite haunts before reaching the blonde’s destination.
Her mind swam with fantasies of them doing naughty things together. He was just do driven and hot. She felt like a jerk for treating him like a piece of meat. After hating how Abraham openly lusted after her, she was repaying that by wanting his hard bodied son. Max would be any woman’s fantasy for a one night stand much less long term lover. He was handsome, considerate and a man of few words. She wondered if he was taken or the type to be so. After only knowing him for a limited period, there was no doubt she was hot for the bad boy.
But he was the son of her boss. There was no doubt that Abraham would not approve. Aside from the workplace policy forbidding co-workers from fraternizing. Max was the man’s son and an ex-con. After Mr. Short warned her against potentially falling for this guy, it was obvious such a move would spell disaster. The world was full of all kinds of beefcakes. This one was off limits which was both sad yet intriguing. There had to be a way to forget about the kind guy who drove her home. Anyone with a conscience could have done that.
Her mind drifted back to the kiss. When their lips met she knew what that feeling was. A primal need to have him possess her and she taking him into her arms to be together. Was it such a crime to want a man who could take care of her physical needs? Men usually got away with workplace affairs way more often than women. But was Max Short worth getting fired over? She loved this job and wanted to move upward. Being with Max would put that all at risk. She just had to grow a pair and forget that this swoon worthy bad boy ever existed.
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Max laughed along with some old friends. It was New Year’s Eve and he decided to spend it with people who knew the real him. They had traveled miles to a rowdy local bar just to meet up with him. He was not truly apart of this new scene. Locals can often smell an outcast from a mile away. Most of them were just nice because Abraham was his father. A fact that helped him maintain parole with his parent’s assistance but didn’t make them close. Being an ex-con changed everything and while he pretended not to care, deep down it hurt.
Now he was laughing it up with those who knew the real him and even have some random sex with hot broads. The bar was on the outskirts of town and people from all over stopped by. It was a great place to get away from the boring townsfolk and let loose. As long as he stayed out of bar fights and the illegal stuff, it was fine. Parole was not dumb enough to ban him from enjoying himself at all. The place where his father worked was stuffy enough.
“I saw on the business social media page that you lip locked with a looker,” one of his friends teased, “if I got a turn that girl would be going at it with me in the back of my car.” The blue haired big mouth laughed and kissed his latest squeeze. A purple haired latina with huge tits.
“She’s one of those classy girls Rage, won’t give it up so easy,” Max downed more vodka. Rage’s words bothered him and he was not completely sure why. It was all a joke. Going wild was the name of the game. Talking smack about a hot stranger was just a regular thing.
“So you think that blonde church girl is hotter than me,” the redhead in his lap purred, “that girl is probably tighter than a safe. With me you can have some real fun cowboy. In fact why don’t you skip this bland place and come over the state line with me, sugar.” She barely fit in that hight green halter top and checkered skirt. It would be easy to lay her out for sex.
“Can’t I’m on parole,” Max sighed, “you want to get some beers and drive around a bit?”
“Maybe later, but if you can’t travel with me I’ll be taking another daddy home,” she said.
Max let her go meat hunting and ordered more drinks. Damn them for bringing up Carol. She was the woman he likely couldn’t have. Forbidden fruit was one thing but his freedom was on the line. Then he realized that hiding like this wasn’t being free. He was the alpha male and took what he wanted. If Carol had his balls all riled up, why not pay her a visit. If she said no there were plenty of other girls to fuck. But if she said yes, it was on.
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Carol hung up annoyed. Her friends had a last minute change of plans. They were heading over to Mexico to celebrate New Year’s and ‘forgot’ to call her. The group they were going with were not people she knew. Clearly on that venture she was not welcomed. But they could have at least not call after crossing the border. The house had been prepared for their arrival and they had been in Mexico for nearly a day already. Talk about horrid manners.
Her mind went back to Max wondering how he was celebrating New Year’s Eve. Either with his family or a group of friends. She was certain he was having a better time. Why did people have to be such assholes. Here she was with all this food prepared, decorations and games to play. No one to do it with because she avoided seeing her family whenever possible. Was karma punishing her for not being into the holiday spirit. She was not exactly the Grinch.
A car stopped in her driveway and she peeked out. The rent on this house was cheap because there had been a triple child murder in the neighborhood d
riving down buyers. The killer was caught so she was fine renting this single bedroom studio at a steal. Her parents thought it was creepy she lived there but it was not one of the houses where a kid was murdered. Most of her friends still lived with their parents or shared tiny apartments. But she was not expecting anyone so maybe this person had the wrong address or was lost.
“Excuse me who are you?” Carol stepped outside, “Max?” she saw him pop out the car.
“I will take an uber back, thanks Carver,” Max slurred his words slightly, “hey Carol, he said after the car drove off, “been thinking about you a lot, are you up for a visit from a Short?”
Carol was blindsided but he looked so hot and sort of cute drunk. What could it hurt? “Sure, my friends skipped out on me so you can help me eat all this food.”
“Shitty friends,” Max went straight for the snacks, “I need to ask you something Carol?”
“What is it?” Carol pulled at her favorite ugly sweater with a screaming santa cactus.
“You want me? I mean in a sexual way?” Max asked without hesitation downing soda.
Carol’s eyes flew wide. Of course she wanted him to do her but could she say that? After all this was the boss’s son and neither could afford being unemployed. “Why do you ask?”
“Why do you think gorgeous?” Max winked, “I’m not too drunk to consent. That kiss was really something. Tell me I’m not the only one who felt a charge out of that.”
Carol walked closer despite herself. “So you felt it too? I thought I was alone.”
“No babe, so do you wanna do it?” Max asked, “I won’t tell my dad shit, I swear.”
“Then help me celebrate in my bedroom,” Carol flung her sweater aside revealing a studded bra. She sashayed her jeans clad hipped as a growling Max followed her.
In the bedroom they started kissing each other hungrily. Max bit at her nipples causing Carol to moan out loud. She couldn’t believe that a Short was making her feel so good. Already her love juices were flowing. Those pink panties were soaked and begging to be torn off.
“I need you to suck my dick first, I’m hard as fuck,” Max tore off his clothes in seconds.
Carol saw his huge cock erect and waiting. She took his length in her mouth and started giving a blow job. It tasted strong and perfect. Her smooth throat taking in more than expected. When he started to thrust she sucked harder until he came. The blonde swallowed all his seed with relish.
“You are a real naughty girl, squeeze them titties for me now,” Max ordered.
Carol obeyed and squealed when Max forced his dick between the warm melons. He thrust back and forth moaning as she worked them boobs back and forth. She was open to anything he said and that was exactly how things should be. His bitch was riding high. His orgasm splashed all over her face and breasts. Carol licked his tip and most of the sperm.
Max dragged her hair back and fucked her face. This time thrusting hard and fast ignoring her choking. He wanted to empty every bit of himself into her. This good girl was going to enjoy everything he had to offer and take it with a smile. When he came it was deep down her throat with even his balls being sucked on. This freight train was going at maximum.
Carol gasped as Max moved between her legs. Not many men were willing to go down on her. Which meant she rarely gave them blowjobs. Fair was fair. But Max was clearly ready to eat her alive and that was a turn on that made her flow go crazy. Real men were willing to give and receive. Max was the ultimate alpha male and she couldn’t wait until time came for his cock to dig out her aching pussy. But first she would get his delightful long tongue.
Max placed his face between her legs and started to snack. Love juices were among his favorite things. A woman was willing to do anything short of murder for a man eating them out. It was crazy that guys still tried to resist this when the rewards were endless. Carol’s cries as he sucked deep and licked her were like an aphrodisiac. He was giving her that pleasure and in return she was going to let him fuck her raw. Rarely did a woman ever back out and if she did that tramp was blacklisted for life. He didn’t want trifling women.
Max dug deeper with his tongue holding down Carol who was thrashing about making noises outside of the english language. It was clear she rarely got munched on he was going to eat her alive. When she orgasmed he kept going determined to pull out a second stream of endless cum. Biting this time and enjoying the new level of squeals she made begging for more. He was proud to oblige the lady tugging and gnawing on that delicious pussy. Upon her second orgasm she nearly threw him right off the bed. He chuckled loving them lively.
Max shoved his hard cock straight into her delicate pink pussy. She came again right then and there but he was just getting started. Grabbing her breasts, he squeezed them as he fucked her long and hard. Enjoying all the moans and screams of pleasure she made. This high and mighty bitch was his to command and screw. After being abandoned by her friends there was nothing better for her to do but satisfy his pleasures. He was giving her a service. He dug deep into her smooth pussy until he came deep inside her with gusto. Squeezing her breasts so hard that he left huge handprints on the human pillows that were nice and plump.
He pulled out but then shoved his fist inside. Holding Carol in place as he fisted her with his right hand. The noises she made were glorious and out of this world. Flopping about in his grip like a fish on a hook. When she orgasmed from that hand. He moved unto his left telling her that this was what it took for someone as innocent as her to be his girl. Even if it was just for New Year’s Eve. She had to be willing to do everything to satisfy him without question.
He stopped to make a quick phone call then returned.
He pulled her ass up and slapped it several times. She groaned unable to form words anymore and squealed when he pinched the reddened flesh. He inserted one finger and loved how tight that butthole once. With a second finger he knew she had a virgin orifice.
Max pulled up himself and pushed his cock in all the way. Carol’s ass tightened on his member like crazy and he started riding hard. She moaned all the way through as he fucked her calling the blonde babe a bad girl and his new favorite. He continued drilling her like mad until his orgasm came. When he dropped her she just flopped and lay on the bed. With a sloppy kiss he got dressed and went to watch television in the living room.
A few hours later the doorbell rang. He opened it to his friends. “Come inside guys. Carol’s friends might have ditched her but we are the real deal.” They cheered and piled on inside.
“Hey bitch you like biker cock?” Rage asked Carol who was sitting in a chair wearing only her ugly sweater, “because I’ll give it you, raw.”
The End.
Story
Roland sat with his legs crossed staring at the woman sitting in front of him. She had a black eye, half her face was swollen and her nose showed signs of bleeding. Her head was hung in that way that tells the world a story of a broken woman. He has seen these signs before, they were the typical signs of an abusive relationship. The train rolled along the track zooming past the beautiful hillside, he has always enjoyed a good train ride but today he just couldn’t the sight before him was a painful one. He tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind, what can he say to a woman in such a state? She must despise people at the moment anything said to her could be met with reproach or worse yet an insult. Just then the bell rang signaling the collection of tickets, suddenly the woman jerked her head upward looking in the direction of the on coming coachman. Who was coming through the passage yelling“tickets please,tickets please!!” Roland could see the fear and confusion in her face she looked at the window for a brief moment as if trying to decide if jumping through it would be her only bet soon the agent was upon them “tickets please!!” She stood stock still her eyes wild as a deer caught in headlights. “Ticket!!” The agent shouted again she turned her head and looked at him her mouth opened to speak but no words came out the agent pinned her with a cold stare “if you do not
have a ticket you will have to leave the train, ticket!!” He shouted once more she still didn’t reply. The agent turned as if to call security“she’s with me” Roland said speaking up “she’s with me, she seemed to have misplaced her ticket and I have decided to take responsibility. Whatever it is I will pay it” the agent scoffed at Roland “you can explain that to the captain, I’m sure he will be more than willing to toss both of you off” he turned on his heel and marched back the way he came. Roland turned to look at the young woman who now had tears streaming down her face “ don’t cry” he said trying to sooth her “everything will be fine” she began to sob “I am so so sorry” she said “I am sorry for getting you in trouble” Roland rest his hand on her knee and she jumped quickly he moved his hand. He wondered what kind of abuse she could have suffered to cause her to shy away from the gentlest touch. “It’s ok really don’t worry” soon heavy footsteps were heard coming down the hallway in a moment the agent returned with the captain a tall lean straight faced man. He looked stern as if he was all about business, Roland stood as soon as they reached his seat. When the man saw him a smile broke out on his face “Roland you bastard!!” He said laughing heartily “ why didn’t you let me know you were on board?” Roland smiled and returned the man’s smile “Dylan you celebrate too much I just needed a nice, quiet ride” after they exchanged pleasantries Dylan turned to the agent whose face was now like ash and he muttered nervously. “What was the problem here?” He asked with far less air than he had previously the agent explained “I would pay for the ticket” Roland said “don’t be too hard on him he’s just doing his job”’Dylan held up his hand “that is not how we do things here” he said “by the looks of it this young lady seriously needs help. He had no right to behave how he did.” Turning to the agent he asked “do you know who this?” The agent shook his head embarrassed “this is Roland Deaten, I am sure you are familiar with that surname?” The agent’s eyes grew round with surprise Roland wasn’t deterred by his reaction he was well aware of the weight that his name carried coupled with the fact that he was so young to be so rich “I am sorry Mr. Deaten” he apologized shame faced “I didn’t know” Roland shook his head “you didn’t need to know a thing” he said kindly “I was assisting someone in need that should be good enough” he looked at the young woman who was just as shocked as the agent. The surname and what it meant wasn’t lost on her “is there a doctor on board?” Roland asked “I need a favor” Dylan eyed the agent and he hurried off “I will get back to the helm” he said to Roland “send word if you need anything, don’t be a stranger man it’s always good to see you” they shook hands again and Dylan left. Roland sat back into his seat opposite the young miss “I know you don’t know me” he said to her quietly “but please let me help you, let a doctor look you over and you get cleaned up and maybe get some rest. There is somewhere on the train that you can sleep” the lady shook her head “I think you have helped me enough” she said “I will be fine, soon as I get off there will be people there to look after me” Roland shook his head “I figured you must be going through a lot or have gone through a lot but right now you are in pretty bad shape if looks is anything to go by. Let me help you just a little more” she stared at him he could see that there was no trust in her eyes. Whoever hurt her did a really good job, after staring at him long and hard she finally responded “only if you will be with me all the way” Roland was taken aback by this request but at least she agreed to let him help her “ok” he agreed. They sat there for another few minutes before the agent showed up with a man looking to be in his thirties “I am doctor Chambers” he said introducing himself “I heard you have need of my services” Roland nodded towards the young miss immediately the doctor swoop down to his knees in front of her “are you in pain?” He asked as he began examining her “yes” she answered “is there a private room here for these things?” He asked looking up at the agent “yes” he answered immediately “right this way” the doctor stood to his feet so did Roland but the young lady didn’t move they all turned to look at her “I cannot feel my legs” she said “and I am afraid that if I move I might pee on myself” Roland’s heart broke into a million pieces slowly and carefully he bent his tall, lean frame and took her into his arms with as much care as possible he lifted her and cradled her to his chest turning sideways he slowly move through the aisle of the train careful not to jar his delicate cargo the agent showed them to a cabin that had a single medical bed he laid her there “I’ll b right outside” he said turning to leave “no” she said struggling to sit up “please stay” Roland smiled “ok” he replied. First the doctor examined her face and eyes shining a light in one then the other, after which he examined the other exposed areas of her body nervously the doctor said to her “I will have to remove your clothes” she nodded her consent “would you like Mr. Deaten to leave” “No” she answered “it’s fine” she began removing her clothes the doctor looked at Roland he too must not be able to understand why she seems to not have a problem with Roland seeing her naked. She removed the heavy coat revealing a bathrobe and a night dress that was one step away from being a lingerie it was very thin and Lacey barely covered her body. Roland was appalled he couldn’t tell the difference between the color of her clothes and the blood that soaked it. She shifted her shoulders and the bathrobe fell away from her body revealing cuts and bruises everywhere. Slowly she raised her arms and with pain written all over her face she slowly lifted the tail of night dress over her head Roland’s face froze there were huge circles along her stomach and ribs they were significantly darker than the few areas that barely escaped whatever she went through “how long have you been like this?” The doctor asked her when she finally got the dress over her hand and her hands rested at her side again “four days” she responded. Tears welled into her eyes and streamed down her face Roland felt like reaching out to her, he wanted to hold her close and kiss her forehead but that would probably do more harm than good. She seemed so fragile and helpless he pitied her he now wondered if that was her motive for keeping him there, was this what she wanted or hoped for. That he would feel for her so much that he would be thinking the way he was thinking now, the doctor gestured for her to lay back “you are a brave little thing” he said to her. “I am going to examine the bruises I am going to have to touch and press them and that will be painful” Roland watched as she gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut. The doctor proceeded she winced and groaned, Roland followed the doctors hand as it travelled down her body beneath all the blotches and scars she was really a beauty her skin looked flawless despite the bruises and her body curved and dipped in all the right places. Her breasts were huge and round and he could see her nipples peaked beneath the thin fabric of her bra the pain must be affecting them. After a few minutes the doctor looked up at Roland “surprisingly nothing is broken except three fingers on her right hand” he said to him “but her ribs are bruised badly and without an X-ray there is no way to tell if she has any internal damage” Roland dragged his gaze away from her to look at the doctor “what do you suggest we do at this point?” He asked “well she could take a bath” he answered “get cleaned up I will get her some pain killers and she should also get something to eat and try to sleep” the doctor turned to leave but stopped “and oh you might want to try to push back those three fingers or they will heal badly” as soon as the words left his lips he was out the door before Roland could say anything else. Turning to look at her he could see her mentally preparing herself this was going to be painful. She sat up and he moved in front of her, he pulled the thin fabric over her naked body trying to hide her charms taking her hand he examined it “this is going to hurt” he said to her looking deep in to her crystalline eyes she nodded and took deep breath. Gently as he could he pushed them back she clung to him screaming into his jacket when it was finally over she was shaking. “I will be right back” Roland said to her “I will go ask if there is somewhere you could take a shower this is a luxury train there should b
e” Roland left her his mind and emotions were in turmoil. He found the agent and asked apparently there is a standing shower in the same cabin she was laying at the moment. Roland returned to find her sitting up sipping slowly from a cup there were pills in her hand “the doctor gave me pills” she said to him “he says I will be sleepy in a few minutes, I have no clothes to change in.” Roland smiled at her kindly “that’s alright” he said to her “there is a shower right there, can you get to it? I will go find you some clothes.” She nodded her head again and he left her, walking to his cabin he went through his suitcase pulling out a pair of baggy sweatpants, t shirt and socks he lamented about not having a bed slippers for her to wear but these will have to do. Quickly he hurried back toward the little room he was met halfway by the agent who handed him rags and towels “this train is like a little hotel on wheels” he said with a nervous chuckle Roland returned his smile he believed he had suffered enough today. He thanked him and continued on his way when he got to the room it was filled with steam from the shower. He knocked and the young woman answered “my name is Lenora Newton” she said stretching her hand from the small shower “I am Roland Deaten” Roland said taking her hand and shaking it. He removed his hand from her warm grasp and replaced it with a towel he could hear her wince and groan as she dried herself. So she stepped out naked as the day she was born Roland thought his eyes must be fooling him because the bruises seemed to have subsided somehow. Shielding his eyes he handed her a bottle of body oil followed by the article of clothing he handed them to her one at a time she giggled when she looked at herself in the mirror Roland was captivated by the sound “that’s a beautiful sound” he said to her. She turned and looked at him “I haven’t heard it in a while” she answered “I almost forgot how it sounded” he stared at her for a moment hurt feelings showed on her face. “Come on” he said holding out his hand “we should be arriving soon “you can sleep until then” she looked at him puzzled “what?” He asked “arriving where?” She asked “I do not know where I’m going I just had to get away” Roland had already figured this out “I know” he answered “so I’m taking you with me, now come” she placed her hand in his and he pulled her to him scooping her up into his arms he made his way back to his seat carefully she cuddled up against him. It felt so good that he sat with her in his lap not bothering to put her in her own seat and she slept. As Roland watched her his heart broke she would arch her eyebrows in the most painful way and thrash her head from side to side as if having a bad dream finally he kissed her on her forehead and whispered in her ear “calm down you’re safe now, no one can harm you here” she opened her eyes “he tortured me” she said quietly “and made me say things that I didn’t know and confess to things I never did” Roland rocked her gently “sleep you are safe” she closed her eyes.