“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he said as he began to work his lips across my shoulder.
Bound to Serve
BY
LACEY ST. CLAIRE
If you like to read about a woman taking it hard and rough then this is the story for you. Candy knows what it’s like to be with a man, as a pro she’s busy satisfying men for money all night long. This time she’s caught red handed by the police, but this young hottie has been caught one too many times and if she goes back to jail she’s going to be there for far too long. Lucky for her this undercover has other plans as he takes her to a seedy hotel. There’s only one catch: To stay out of jail it’s gotta be all his way and he’s into a little more than a straight fuck. This big black cop likes a bit more binding and a lot more flogging before he’ll ride this ride front and back. Candy certainly knows what it’s like to take a man but this will be her first time taking someone that will stretch her to her limit.
Bound to Serve
I knew I needed to stay away as soon as I saw the car pull up to the curb. There was just something about it that screamed undercover police car, but like a moth to the flame I went up to it anyway. What’s a girl to do when she has bills to pay and the only thing she has to sell is her own body?
I left my regular spot on the corner and approached the car. The only light in the area was the yellow-hued streetlight that I stood under. It did nothing to illuminate the johns that pulled up for my services. To try and see better I walked with a half hunch and squinted my eyes to try and see into the dark interior. Like most visitors the only thing I could tell for certain was that it was a man.
The man rolled down his window as I approached. I half expected to see his arm pumping at a window lever given the age of the vehicle but there must have been a button because his arm remained motionless as the window made its smooth glide down into the door. I watched the cherry on a cigarette light up as he took a drag.
“Hey baby, what can I help you with?” I said as I leaned over into the window.
“I dunno, what you got?” he said with a sly grin as he ashed his cigarette in the pullout ashtray in the center console. As he looked away I took a moment to try and glance into the vehicle. Cops were usually good about not leaving any telling evidence but you never know so I looked anyway.
Feeling satisfied that he wasn’t an officer after all I pushed my tits together and leaned in further. “Are you looking for a good time?”
“It is Friday. I do think I deserve a treat. How much?” he asked.
“You know it depends sweetie. What sort of thing are you looking for?” I said licking my lips.
I watched him squirm in his seat as his eyes fell from my lips down to my exposed cleavage, “How ‘bout just a blow job?”
“Fifteen for a blow job.”
“What about…What if I want more?”
“To fuck my pussy is forty-five. To fuck my ass if sixty-five. If you want any more than that then we need to have a further discussion because it’s gonna cost you more.” I said twirling my long hair around my finger.
“Mmm…yeah, fucking you in the ass sounds nice. Good and tight,” he said biting his bottom lip as he nodded slowly to himself already thinking about plunging his hard cock into my ass.
“You want some of this?” I asked turning around so that he could see my ass outlined in my tight short skirt. I rubbed my hand over my ass as I bent forward to give him a better view.
“Oh yeah. That’s what I want,” he said with an almost sadistic grin. There was just something about it. I could feel my intuition kicking in, telling me that I shouldn’t go with him, but I chose to ignore it.
“So…you up for it?” I asked double checking before hopping into the vehicle.
“Yep, I’m all ready,’ he said reaching down to grope his crotch. I could see the outline of his already hard dick bunched within the pants in his gripping hand.
“You gotta show me some money first honey,” I said waiting for him to pull out a wad of cash.
Just as expected he reached into his pants pocket and withdrew his wallet. He didn’t pull the cash out but instead held the interior open so that I could see the bills inside. “I’m not giving it to you until you get in. For all I know you might just take it and run off. I feel a bit better if you’re in the car first,” he said pushing the car locks so that I could hear the sound of them unlocking.
Straightening myself I walked around to the other side of the car and pulled open the door. As I slid into the passenger seat I asked him, “You wanna do this here in the car or you got someplace to go?”
“I got a room at the cheap hotel down the way,” he said pulling the cash from his wallet and handing it to me. I quickly flipped through it double checking that the full $65 was there.
“Alright, that works for me,” I said as I crammed the money into front of my hot pink bra. I turned in my seat slightly and watched him put the car into gear and slowly drive away from the curb. He was fairly tall, but not unusually tall for a black man. Muscled but not overly so, not body builder, just someone that clearly cared about his body. His face was defined by a strong jaw and he had a slight shadow of stubble, the kind I usually liked. He was overall, on a scale of 1 to 10, about an 8 and much better looking than the majority of my clientele.
“You done this before?” I asked feeling a little nosey.
“Me? Nah. But you looked too good to pass up and I’m feeling a little lonely,” he paused for a moment as he turned into the driveway of the seedy hotel. “Here we are,” he continued as he pulled the car into a parking spot near the front.
When the car came to a halt I reached for the door handle to let myself out.
“No, wait! I’ll come around and get that for you,” he said quickly opening his own door and jumping out. I watched as he ran around the front of the car and came to my door. He pulled it open with a nervous flair that almost felt like he was trying way too hard.
I slid my legs out the door and stood to place my hand on his broad chest. “You know you don’t have to be so nice. You are paying for this,” I said secretly thankful that he was being such a gentleman. It took me by complete surprise when I felt the shockingly cold metal around my wrist and the familiar click I’d heard before.
“Fuck man!” I realized I’d been had. “You’re a god damned cop! I knew it. Dammit.”
“Hey. Chill,” he said that same sadistic smile crossing his face.
“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that, you fucking creep. I can’t go back to jail,” I yelled being pissed at both him and myself for having fallen for his bullshit. “It would be serious this time, I’ve been arrested too many times already,” I said feeling the weight of the situation sinking in.
“I know that Candy,” he said startling me out of my growing nausea.
“Excuse me! How do you know my name?” I said pressing my finger into his chest with my one free hand.
“I’ve been watching you for a while and I know you can’t go to jail again. Instead, I have an offer,” he paused momentarily for added effect. “Really it’s kind of one you can’t refuse unless you want to go behind bars for a long time. So, wanna hear me out?”
“Do I have a choice?” I said sarcastically.
“Not really,” he said as he jerked the cuffs on my wrist pulling my arm forward. A not so gentle reminder about my current situation. “This is what is going to happen. You’re going to spend the evening with me, and I’m going to get to do whatever I want to you and it’s going to be free.”
“You some sort of freak or something?” I asked curling up my lip. Jesus, what if he’s some sort of psycho I thought as I looked him up and down.
“Look, I’m not going to hurt you too much. Some stuff might get a little painful but I’ll allow you to tell me if it’s too much,” he said, “but some will hurt a little but I think you’ll be able to handle it,” he finished with a wink.
“I dunno…” I said taking a moment to conside
r my options. One night with this douche or a long time in jail. “Fuck…yeah ok, whatever.”
“Good. Let’s go then,” he said beginning to drag me by the handcuff in the direction of the building.
“I think you’re forgetting something. You gonna take this thing off,” I said attempting to indicate the handcuff.
“Nope,” he said mostly ignoring me as he continued his quest towards the far end of the hotel.
We arrived at the door within a minute, #53. He slid his key into the lock, turned it and pushed the door open. He stepped inside pulling me after him and then slammed the door shut, careful to turn the lock on the knob and to set the upper door lock in place. He clearly didn’t want to be disturbed.
He walked to the side of the bed and yanked all of the blankets off leaving only the bottom sheet.
“Get on. Lay on your back,” he said pushing me towards the bed.
“Don’t you want me to…I dunno, take my clothes off first?” I asked hesitantly.
“No. I’ll take care of that. Get on the bed. Lay on your back. All you have to do tonight is do as you’re told,” he said giving me a stern look. He wasn’t playing any games.
I climbed onto the bed as he commanded and rolled onto my back as he fastened the other end of the handcuffs to the side of the headboard. Now that he was free of his connection to me he walked to the other side and produced a second pair of cuffs.
“Give me your wrist,” he said without the slightest hint of a smile. I did as I was told and he cuffed the other arm the same way he had the first.
Walking towards the end of the bed he yanked his shirt up over his head and pulled it off to expose his dark chocolate chest. Like I had spied earlier, he was fairly fit and the muscles along his abdomen stood out defined.
“So…you just get off on fucking white girls or what?” I said as I watched him reach down to his pants.
“Oh yeah. I love to sink my big dick into a tight white pussy, but there’s more to it than that,” he said as he unzipped and dropped his pants to the floor. I could already see his “big dick” pushing forward through his black boxer briefs. “You like what you see? You ever taken one this big before?” he said sliding his briefs down until his erect cock was exposed.
I had to admit I hadn’t ever taken one quite so large. “No…” I stuttered as I took it in. I knew I could do it so long as he gave me time to prepare but if he was just going to ram it into me it was going to hurt. All in all, as far as the cocks I’d seen, and I’ve seen many, it was nice. It was long and thick with a well-defined head. It didn’t curve or hook but stood straight. It looked like a good cock to suck.
Moving forward now he crawled across the bed. There was something in his hand but I couldn’t tell what.
“I think it’s time we take care of these clothes,” he said as he brought the object in his hand before my eyes. I saw a flash of silver metal just before he moved the scissors down to the bottom of my top and began to cut.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” I screamed and tried to knee him.
“We had a deal. I get to do whatever I want and you get to stay out of jail. This is what I want. Now put your knees down or I’ll take you in,” he said as he began to cut again.
I did as he said and let my knees down. I winced at the sound of my shirt being cut apart.
Reaching the top he seized his cutting and gripped the sides. He pulled quickly ripping the last bit apart to expose my bra.
“Ah yeah, nice big titties. Just what I like,” he said as he cut the center and pushed the fabric cups away from my breasts. The money I’d had tucked inside fell loose on the bed completely ignored. Reaching forward he brought his large hands up to cup my tits. He hefted and bounced them in his hands as he rubbed his thumbs across my nipples. “Look at those beauties just begging to be sucked,” he commented as he licked his lips and leaned forward.
His tongue met my right nipple and sent a shiver up my spine. I wasn’t really used to men paying much attention to my body, it was usually the other way around and while I was pissed that he’d ruined my shirt…I couldn’t help but like the feel of his tongue as his lips wrapped around my hardening nub.
Pushing my tits together he began to really get into it. He began to suck harder and to nip and then bite at both of my nipples. He noticed I was beginning to enjoy it and bit down hard.
“Ow!” I cried out both from surprise and from the slight pain.
Instead of letting up he held my nipple between his teeth and continued to bear down as he fixed me with a look. I bit my lip and knew I shouldn’t cry out again. I tried my best not to jerk or shudder beneath him but I couldn’t stop myself and I watched as my squirming made him pant. His breathing grew heavy and labored and before I knew it he was pushing my skirt up around my hips. He was almost frenzied as he pushed my legs apart and pushed his hips down between my thighs.
Within moments I felt the head of his cock pushing past my lips as he guided himself to my pussy. I wiggled my hips and tried to move away but there was nothing I could do as he bore down on me with his weight and began to push himself into me.
He grunted loudly as his head began to slide into me. I wasn’t even really wet yet but he forced himself forward, his hips pressing him deeper. He felt larger than I even expected since I hadn’t been given time to be ready. It felt like he was stretching me wider than was possible as he drove himself into me, widening and stretching me as he entered me inch by inch.
I winced and cried out slightly but was only greeted with a large hand over my mouth.
“You be a good girl now,” he said as he began to thrust in and out of my tight pussy. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Nice and tight, just like I knew you would be. White girls always feel best,” he said as he began to get into it.
He pulled his hand away from my mouth and moved it to my hip. His other hand was already pressed to my left hip and he bore down and clenched me tightly as he lifted his chest so that only our middles were touching. He held himself up and looked down to watch as he forced his cock into me over and over. After a few moments he had managed to sink his entire length into me and I could feel his entire cock deep inside of me.
Satisfied he lowered himself again but didn’t pull back. Instead he sat quiet and unmoving for a moment seeming to enjoy the feel of my cunt around his cock.
A couple minutes later he looked me in the eye and said, “I’m going to fuck you hard now, and you better not make a sound.” He reached to the side table and grabbed what appeared to be a gag. He gripped my jaw and pushed the object into my mouth quickly before tying it around the back of my head.
When he was finished he began to thrust his big black cock into me harshly. He drove deep and hard pounding into me as fast as he could. It hurt and I tried to cry out but the gag kept me silent except for a few muffled sounds that only seemed to spur him on.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he grunted as he fucked me harder and harder forcing my head to bang against the headboard. Suddenly he lifted my hips and went up onto his knees. From this angle he could get more force and could delve deeper. I tried to move my arms but couldn’t because of the cuffs. There was nothing I could do but take the pounding.
His breathing became heavier and his grunts louder as his cock grew slightly inside of me. I knew he was about to cum.
“’Oh fuck, oh yeah, here it comes,” he said thrusting himself into me a few more times before he lost his load. I felt the forceful stream of his cum as it shot deep inside of me. I felt it hit my walls and begin to fill me as he thrust a couple more times. Each smaller thrust sending forth another hot stream. I hated that my cunt was throbbing around him drawing out more, wanting more. I had tried not to become aroused but it was difficult when he was stretching me and filling me in ways I’d never had before.
“Don’t get too excited,” he said. “We’re not done here. In fact, we’ve got all night,” he said as he pulled out of me.
He walke
d around to each side of the bed and unlocked the handcuffs leaving my arms free momentarily.
“Now get on your stomach,” he demanded.
I did as I was told and rolled over onto my stomach. As I moved I could feel his warm cum already beginning to seep out of my stretched cunt. He grabbed some rope he had stored in the side table and began to bind my hands together at the wrist and then told me to get on all fours. I did the best I could without full use of my arms.
He gripped my waist and helped to hoist me so that I was in a doggy-style position, my skirt still bunched up around my waist, my bare ass in the air. He grabbed the zipper of my skirt, unzipped, and then pulled the fabric down my legs. He then left the room momentarily and returned with a bag. I glanced to the side as he pulled back the zipper. Inside I could see a collection of leather whips and flogs. Now I understood how he planned to spend most of the evening.
He spent the next few hours bringing me to new levels of both pain and pleasure. He started easy. I could tell he got off on my squirming and on the pain he was inflicting but he was skilled enough to know he couldn’t go full bore. It would be too much for someone new to his games.
He started with light flogging with something that reminded me of the gimmicky cat-o-nine tails I had seen in stores meant for bored housewives. He trailed the leather tails over my body and slapped me occasionally, surprising me with each sting. From there he moved into whips and paddles.
As the pain grew I found myself wincing against my gag as I held my eyes shut. Each time he slapped across my exposed ass I could feel the vibrations against my clit, it was beginning to drive me wild. Each time he’d hit I’d clench my stomach and wait for the mixed feelings to subside but the moment they did he would tease me in some new fashion.
When I dared open my eyes I could see him walking around the bed, his cock back at nearly full-mast. After hours of this I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer and it was no surprise when he mounted the bed behind me.
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