"What do you think I’m going to do to you?" he asked.
"I don’t know," I whispered.
"Yes, you do. Say it," he commanded.
"You’re going to fuck me," I said.
"I might," he said. "If I think you deserve it." He put his hands on my knees and parted my legs. He took one finger and ran it up my slit. I moaned in response. Then he said, "Open your mouth."
I did as he said and he put the same finger in my mouth. I could taste myself.
"Good girl," he said. "Now put your hands on the bed and lean back."
I did as he said. I put my hands on top of the bed. I placed my palms down behind me and leaned back just a little.
"Good," he said. Then he grabbed one leg and bent it at the knee and placed my foot on the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed the other leg and did the same thing. I felt vulnerable in this position. I was completely naked and he was still clothed. I felt like a sex doll that he was putting into a position of his liking. The worse thing about this was that I loved it. I truly loved every second of it. The anticipation was like fuel to a fire burning in me. He took a few steps back and looked at me like he was admiring a painting he was working on. It was unsettling and exciting. I grew wetter and wetter by the second. Being on display like this made me feel sexy and desirable. I looked at Jason. He was gorgeous, and I was aroused, and I wanted more.
"What do you want me to do now?" he asked.
"I don’t know," I whispered.
"Yes, you do. Find the courage to say it Lizzie. I know what you’re thinking but I want to hear you say it. What do you want me to do?"
"I don’t know," I said again. I did know but I couldn’t say it out loud. I felt silly. I had never engaged in dirty talk before.
"Yes, you do!" he said louder and in a more stern tone.
It shook me. "Say it. Say what you want me to do," he said again.
"Lick me. I want you to lick me."
He smiled and said, "Where?"
My breathing was heavy and I felt very wet. I opened my legs wider. I looked down at my slick cleft and then touched it with my hand.
"Here."
He stared at me with a blank stare. I didn’t know what he would do next. He walked straight over to me. He bent down on his knees. He put one hand on each side of my inner thigh and pushed against them. He looked up at me. I opened my mouth and sighed. Then he moved his head down and stuck his tongue inside of me. I moaned in response.
He moved his tongue up and licked me. I could hear the wind and the ocean just outside and remembered where I was. This was the strangest and most erotic experience of my life. Jason moved his tongue onto of my clitoris. I yelled out in ecstasy. His tongue went from left to right in small movements faster and faster. It was too much. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and then yelled, "I’m cumming! I’m cumming!" I released and my whole body shuddered. I fell back on the bed in complete bliss.
Jason stood up and towered over me. I assumed that he was taking off his clothes and would be inside me at any second. I breathed in and out heavily.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"Say it. I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to fuck me," I said.
Then he did something that completely shocked me. He went to the door, turned the knob, and said, "Maybe next time." And then he left.
CHAPTER THREE
Desire
I laid on the bed in complete shock. What had happened? I felt rejected and made to be a fool. The shock was wearing off and I began to get angry. Who did this cocky guy think he was? How dare he! I grabbed a robe and angrily tied it around me. I stomped around my room and debated finding him on the ship and slapping him. That would be too embarrassing though. I grabbed a tiny bottle of whiskey from the mini bar and slammed it back. I needed to calm my nerves. In ten minutes I was done with all the tiny liquor bottles.
I needed another drink. I wanted to go to the ship bar and drink myself into sleep, but I didn’t want to be seen. I felt like everyone would know what happened to me. I picked up the phone and ordered room service. I ordered a hamburger and fries and a bottle of wine. I flipped through channels looking for something to distract myself. I needed to stop thinking about Jason. Every time I closed my eyes I would see his grin flash across. It was torture. I wanted him. I needed him. I wanted him to come back to my room and talk to me the way he did. Just when I had that thought, there was knock at my door. My breath caught. Had he come back? What would I say to him? Would I let him in? I yelled through the door, "Yes?"
"Room service!"
I relaxed and opened the door. I had almost forgot that I had ordered. I rolled the cart in and tipped the guy. I snuggled in bed with my food and wine bottle. I didn’t even bother to pour it in a glass. About two hours later I passed out in a drunken slumber.
In the early morning hours I awoke to strong arms around me. It was dark and hazy and it felt like a dream. He was back, Jason was back and he was touching me.
I wanted him to want to touch me. I had imagined this moment the entire night before I fell asleep. I had imagined that he would come back to me. I opened my mouth to speak but he silenced me with a "shhh..’’ and put his finger up to my lips. He was right I didn’t want to spoil this moment. He brushed his lips softly on top of mine. Then brushed his lips on my cheek and down my chin to my neck. My whole body felt alive with his touch. My skin was searing hot under his touch and I had chills running through me. His tongue swept across my neck and down to the tops of my breast. He lightly trailed his tongue on them and slowly made his way to my nipple. He pursed his lips together and grabbed the tip of my nipple in his mouth. He lightly tugged on it and then pressed his tongue flat against it. I closed my eyes and moaned and enjoyed his sensual and slow movements. He kissed and massaged my breasts over and over and then kissed me on the mouth once more.
He trailed kisses all along my inner thighs and then tasted my wetness. He moaned with delight again at how wet he could make me. I raised my leg and propped it on his shoulder. His tongue lightly pressed against my clitoris with burst of pressure. Then he sucked on it gently.
This was now my reality. All this hit me like a truck as Jason continued to lick me. He ate me out for what seemed like half an hour. Every time I was on the brink of climax he would stop and pull away, he enjoyed keeping me on that fine line. Making me beg with my eyes.
He put the tip of his tongue inside me and used his thumb to massage my rose bud. He gently did this, and then it escalated faster and with more pressure. I bit my lip and put my hands in his hair. I couldn’t hold on any longer and I came into his mouth.
Jason’s muscular body radiated heat, to the point where it seemed like steam was coming off his skin. He climbed on top of me and put the tip of his cock inside me, teased me a little. Our eyes locked as he hovered on top of me. My eyes watered over. The magic of it all was creating a vortex of emotions stronger than anything my body could hold in. His eyes softened as he noticed this in me, he was compassionate and caressed my face. He grabbed my hand and held it as he pushed himself further into me. We were connected. I spread my legs open wider wanting to receive as much of him as I could. I arched my back up letting him go deeper inside me. This is where he paused, and looked directly at me.
Jason concentrated all of his efforts and energy and moved his shaft in and out of me. We moved in perfect rhythm with each other. He softly put his mouth around my breast and squeezed my hand. His tongue circled around the outside of my nipple. All my senses were being stimulated. The magnetic energy or our bodies made me even more sensitive to touch. I begin to shake as I neared the heights leading to climax. I moaned louder and writhed under his weight. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded in ecstasy and yelled out. It was suddenly silent and still, but the energy was buzzing past us. It was swirling. I could almost see it. What? How can I see energy? I thought to myself. Then a loud buzz went off. I opened my ey
es and sat straight up in bed. I was dreaming. It had all been a dream. I leaned over and turned the alarm off. I snapped out of my haze and jumped out of bed. My heart was still racing from my steamy dream.
I remembered what had happened the night before. I felt ashamed to leave my room because I knew that I would run into Jason. However, I wouldn’t let him ruin this vacation for me. I had to get over the embarrassment or risk not experiencing my exotic vacation. I slid the door open on my deck and looked out. The boat was stopped. What was happening? Then I remembered we had probably stopped at our first destination, which was a half-day at a small island. Of course, I thought to myself. In all the flurry of my erotic excitement I had forgot about that day trip. I looked at the clock and realized I had missed out on the adventure. We would be required to board the ship in an hour. I was thoroughly irate over this. Well, at least I sort of had the ship to myself. I decided to go lay by the pool and go for another swim. With everyone gone I would be left alone, and I’m sure the resident photographer Jason was required to go ashore. That thought put a skip in my step and I rushed to put on my swimsuit and make the most of my time.
I left my cabin and was relaxing poolside in no time. The ship was fairly empty except for a few staff members, and I felt like I was on a private yacht. I swam a few laps and worked up an appetite. I ordered a hearty lunch and drinks and sat alone at the pool. This was the perfect day.
I kept watch of the time and a half hour before people were due back I decided to make a trip to the ship’s store to shop for a bit. I browsed around looking at the books and magazines. I was about to head back to my room when I heard, "Try this on."
I looked over and saw Jason holding up a tiny yellow bikini in his hand. "I’m sure it will look good on you."
I huffed in anger and stormed out of the store. I heard him laughing behind me. How dare he talk to me like that! I walked fast scared that he would catch up to me. I entered the long empty corridor. It was a maze and in my haste I didn’t even look to see if I was on the deck that belonged to my room. I walked and walked and got lost in hallway after hallway. I was so annoyed. I needed a map to get through this. I stopped and stood in the hall to catch my breath. I heard commotion behind me and of course it was Jason.
"Are you following me?" I yelled at him.
"Yes. Isn’t that obvious." He smiled.
I stormed over to him and slapped him. His heard turned with the slap and then turned back. "I suppose I deserve that, but I was just trying to teach you a lesson in anticipation. Isn’t worth waiting? Building desire. That’s why I left you last night."
I picked up my hand to slap him again, but he caught it. He turned my hand over and kissed the palm. Then he moved it down his chest and onto his cock. It was hard and it was big. I gasped.
"Feels good doesn’t it?" he asked.
I nodded my head yes. He kissed me deeply and passionately. Then he turned me around and pushed me against the wall in the hallway. I moaned in response and dropped my towel and room key. He got behind me and softly kissed my neck. He reached down with his hand and pushed my bikini bottom to one side and playfully massaged my center.
"I’m going to fuck you. Right here. I’m going to put my cock inside you."
I moaned with every word he said. I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted. I was so wet and lost in the lust of the moment. He pulled his large cock out and put the tip inside me and slowly pushed it in. I tried to keep quiet. We could get caught at any moment. Jason reached around and put his hands on my breasts and held onto them. He pumped harder and harder. I couldn’t hold on anymore, I bit my lower lip and released into climax. "Oh Jason, Oh Jason," I whimpered against the wall.
"Yes, yes," he said as he climaxed and spilled himself inside of me.
Later that night and every night of my entire trip Jason came to my room. He was my cruise lover and it was the most erotic trip I had ever had. It was a true vacation from my ordinary life. It was a trip I had desperately needed, and I never regretted giving myself to the most cocky lover I had ever had.
THE END
Alice in Badboyland
When it happened to me it was like a dream. Was I dreaming? Or was this real life? I ended up on a journey that would awaken my most erotic senses as I met up with a bad boy in a place that could only be described as a fantasy. He then put me to the test, unlike any other test that I had ever taken. I was in shock over my adventure, and I would never forget what happened that one fateful day. It all started when I was eighteen years old and I went for a hike, as I always did. I was an adventurous and independent woman with curves. I had blonde hair, blue eyes, and cherry lips with a smaller thinner upper lip that showed off my pearly white teeth. It was almost as if I was in constant oral fixation because my mouth was always open. I had been wondering through the woods in the somewhere between Scotland and England looking for wild berries, when I took a tumble. I had reached far out over a small ledge of a steep hill to pull blue berries off a vine, when I lost my footing. I yelled, and then tumbled rolling down the soft slope of the hill. My blue and white dress was wrapping around my voluptuous body and becoming tattered. My blonde hair was falling out of the bun I had tied it in and I lost my basket of berries somewhere along the way. The fall seemed to take forever as I rolled like a log until, everything went dark as I fell into a hole in the ground under a fallen log. I took a deep breath and then realized that I was trapped under ground in a large cavern. I stood up and dusted the dirt and mud off of my dress. My full bosom and full ass jiggled as I moved. It was a curse of being a woman my size. I thought I was fat and I hardly met men that liked my body type. I was eighteen and guys my age liked skinny girls, that looked like models. It made me feel inferior and I longed to find a man that thought I was desirable. I wanted a man to be filthy with me and enjoy watching me jiggle as he fucked me, but so far that was only a dream. I looked up at the cavern. It was dimly lit from the sunlight peaking in from the hole on the ceiling. “Hello!” I shouted. Hoping that some farmer would hear me. My voice echoed in the chamber and I could see that there was a large corridor in front of me, an underground corridor. Maybe I had wondered into an old mine. Perhaps there was another way out of here. I was scared to wonder in the dark though. I tried to yell for help again instead, “Hello?” My voice echoed again, but then there was silence. I was startled when after a second I heard, “Hello!” echo through the chamber. It was a male voice! I was frightened but also relieved. I waited and then I heard it again, “Hello!” this time I responded. “Hello! I am stuck! I fell down this hole!” my voice echoed, then there was no response. I waited and then I heard the male voice again, “Hello!”
I sighed. I guess they could not hear me clearly. I had one choice. I could stay here or I could follow the voice. So I began sliding my hands along the Earthen wall down the dark corridor following the voice. Soon I saw a dim light at the end of the passage. It was a soft yellow hazy light and I was relieved. I had found my way out of the mine! I reached the end and stepped out. I was briefly blinded as my eyes adjusted to the light. Then my mouth fell open at what I saw. This could not be real. Before me was a jungle of trees and vines. This was not a place in England or Scotland. The tree trunks were in a variety of colors I had never seen before. Some were pink, some were blue, and some were purple. The flowers seemed to be alive with movement and small rainbow colored bugs were flying around. “Hello!”
The male voice echoed again. “Hello!” I yelled out. “Who are you?”
Then the voice repeated me like a broken record, “Who are you? Who are you?”
I turned every which way as the voice seemed to be coming from all around me. Then I saw where the voice was coming from. A large bird perched on a tree with soft white glittering feathers and a silver beak was saying, “Who are you? Who are you?” I was astonished. It was almost like a parrot repeating words. I thought it was a human’s voice all along. I guess I had to be grateful because it did show me the way out of the mine, but now I
was so confused. Where the hell was I? Then, whoosh! The bird flew off down a trail. “Wait!” I yelled as I ran after it realizing how ridiculous it was that I was running after a talking bird, but I was more frightened of being alone. I ran through the thick colorful jungle passing weird plants and glittering brooks. I must have hit my head in the fall and this was a dream. It had to be. There was no way that this could be a real place, this just did not exist. I continued stumbling my way through until I came to a clearing. There were massive mushrooms of all sizes. Some were the size of a table, and others were the size of redwood trees. “Holy shit! What is this?” I whispered.
“Do you like it?” a voice said.
I turned around surprised. There was a man standing before me, with an arrogant smile on his face. He had dark hair and dark eyes and a hot body. His clothes were strange as though they were made out of black spider silk threads.
“Who are you?” I said nervously.
“I am Jaken, who are you?”
“I am Alice. I’m lost. Can you help me get home?” I said backing away as he came toward me. He looked at me up and down and bit his lower lip. Then he said, “Alice, I have never seen a curvy woman like you. Your tits are so firm and big. I want to touch them.”
I gasped. “Jaken! You can’t talk to me like that!”
“Why not? I say what I like. You say what you like, we all say what we like here,” he said.
“And where is here?” I asked.
“Here, is nowhere. Now tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said as he moved closer putting only inches between us. I could smell his scent. He smelled like earth, and rain. It was a hot scent that was making me feel wet and bothered. “I just want you to tell me how to get home,” I said. He stopped and looked at me and then placed his hand on my shoulder and ran it down the length of my arm. Then he said, I don’t know how to get you home. I don’t know where your home is. Everyone’s home is different. But if you can pass a test of my choosing, I will point you in the direction of a someone that can help you.”
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