The Dara Nichols Series 1-8

by Marata Eros

  “Oh yeah, look at her cunt take that thing in. She's sucking it in,” Drake said.

  Brendan said, “Let me fuck her with it.”

  Then he was on her and shoving the cock inside her and she said, “It's too big. I can't.” Then they got it crammed all the way inside Dara and her pussy was stretched to capacity.

  She thought she'd felt pleasure before. Drake and Brendan took turns burying it inside her and with each thrust her pussy had no room to clench so it simply tore softly at her folds, stretching her to capacity then filling her up. Dara began to feel that familiar pressure building when they gave a mammoth shove and the entire length stabbed into her and she gave a tremendous pulse and shrieked her orgasm into the room.

  Drake took over then, ramming the fat dong into her pussy as she was pulsating, which caused a second wave of delicious pulses to rain down on her pleasure palace again.

  He grunted, “Yeah, knew she'd like that.”

  Drake slid the dildo out of her pussy and put two fingers inside her enlarged hole. “Still tight enough to fuck again.”

  “You can't be serious?” Brendan asked.

  “Yeah, I want to fuck that again now that she's nice and open.”

  Dara lay there completely spent and allowed Drake to begin to pound her drenched and wide open hole.

  “Oh God, she's so open now. I love that. Feels like I am getting places I'm not supposed to be!”

  He rammed Dara again and again and finally with a thrust so deep she cried out as the pleasure was mixed with pain he came collapsing on top of her.

  Brendan and Janitor were lined up behind him to experience her loosened hole and she began to close her legs, she didn't think she had the strength but Drake pulled her legs apart and Janitor began pumping away deep inside her.

  “So nice, so wet, so open. I'm coming!” he yelled, using her like a two-dollar hooker and her pussy gave a warm pulse.

  Janitor withdrew and then Brendan was pressing his cock in her hole and Dara came alive, her former tiredness replaced with the feeling of his slim and long cock stroking the area close to where the big dildo teased apart.

  “Keep going, right there,” Dara said, and Brendan stroked up high. Her pussy held nothing back, his entire length diving and caressing into her.

  “She's best like this,” Brendan grunted, giving a final stroke and landing deep inside her pussy. She shuddered in response, her pussy shattering from the g-spot attention.

  Dara gasped for breath and whimpered in pleasure as she lay there with her legs spread as Brendan exited her hole.

  “She's the best fuck ever,” Drake said.

  “Definitely,” Brendan agreed.

  “I'm going to work overtime every night,” Janitor said with a laugh.

  Dara was dazed with a post-orgasmic glow as the guys laid down next to her and Brendan put her head in his lap.

  “Sure didn't need to work out tonight,” Brendan mentioned as Janitor put away the dildo.

  Drake sank two fingers in her pussy and began to finger-fuck her again and she writhed under him, meeting his slow thrusting.

  “No,” Dara said, breathless. “I received the work out of my life tonight.”

  Drake smiled and got between her legs again. “Let's do more reps.”

  “Let's,” Brendan agreed.

  Janitor walked over. “I'm game.”

  Dara laid back and spread her legs again. “I'm all about extra conditioning.”

  #

  This is an erotic and fictitious story. Please practice safe sex in the real world.

  The Cock Tale

  Volume 8

  Copyright 2011 Marata Eros

  Smashwords Edition

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  Edited by Hazel Novak

  CHAPTER 1

  Dara dug around in the glass jar that sat sparkling in the dim light cast from the window behind her. The costume jewelry sparkled back with the movement of her white-tipped fingernail.

  There! In the center were just the earrings she was looking for to go with her sea-colored cocktail dress. They were long and delicately built, snake-like in their composition with teal jewels dangling at the ends.

  She inserted them in her lobes where they almost grazed her collarbone. Her hair was mostly swept up off her neck but a third lingered between her shoulder blades, a molten sweep of deep red against her pale skin.

  When she had returned from the ranch, Dara had carefully unfolded the dress she'd taken and never worn, hanging it carefully in her closet. She looked at it glowing like a blue pearl in her closet. She glanced back at the mirror, taking in her lingerie ensemble and finding it perfect. Sheer stockings from Italy graced legs that were still long and supple, their nude perfection exactly matched the strapless bra that hugged her breasts like a silken skin, tight but not unyielding.

  No panties.

  She smiled at her reflection and strolled to the closet, her stilettos piercing the carpet as she made her way to the dress.

  After slipping it over her head and using a mirror to make sure it was secured properly, she walked to her front door.

  Exhaust vapor from the pipe of the idling car rose lazily into the late fall night and she could just make out Zoe in profile. Slipping her keys into a purse that was little more than wallet-sized, she slid out the door and walked toward the car.

  Toward the cocktail party at President Taylor's house.

  *

  Zoe pulled up to the curb and Dara swept imaginary lint off her shimmering dress, the light from the street lamp illuminating the interior of the car. Dara peered out at the house. It was an impressive colonial with eight pillars reminding her of the Georgian houses so popular in the eighteenth century.

  It was probably that old, Dara thought.

  She knew full well that Craig Taylor liked the finer things.

  Right now, it was Dara he was fixated on. Which was what she and Zoe were currently debating in a heated discussion.

  “He's a prick, Dara. He can't just come by your classroom and get a fuck on demand just because he's the President. Screw that noise.”

  Dara sighed. She'd enjoyed the sex slave routine but it was getting old. All that back on the desk pounding because he needed a wet hole to shoot his cum into. She had to admit he wasn't about finesse.

  “It won't happen again. He'll look as bad as me. If he claims anything then I can just say he put me up to it. His arguments don't hold water. Really, even if I were the slut of the world.”

  Zoe cocked an eyebrow and Dara laughed. “Anyway...” Dara gave her a smirk, “he'd make himself look just as bad for fraternization with staff.” she shrugged.

  He'd let his dick get ahead of him this past few months. Dara had the pussy power and she would wield it like a weapon.

  Zoe said, “Nice, I'm keeping you in line tonight. If you don't do what I say, you may get a tongue-lashing.”

  Dara felt the moisture in her pussy flood against her interior thighs since there were no panties to sop it up.

  Zoe had a talented tongue, there was no argument there, Dara thought, remembering the masquerade party.

  Zoe's full lips curved into a smile just as both women were startled by a rap on the window.

  Zoe engaged the window button and the glass slid down to reveal a young man.

  “Yes?” Zoe asked, eying him from head to toe.

  “I'm the valet, Miss,” he responded.

  “You
are, are you...” Zoe trailed off seductively.

  Dara rolled her eyes. “Let him off the hook, Zo. Really? He's like thirteen.”

  The valet's eyes met Dara's boldly. “Try adding another ten, Miss.”

  Dara liked that. She liked it very much.

  He opened the door and Zoe got out, her tangerine dress so short it should have been illegal.

  Valet had trouble getting his gaze to her eyes and her throaty laugh echoed in the cool night air.

  Zoe had four-inch heels on and came to his shoulder. She invaded his personal space, getting to kissing distance and looked up at him. “Keep a good eye on my car, stud, and maybe we'll give you a big tip later,” she said as she plopped her keys in his palm. She used the tight space between their bodies to stroke his cock and his eyes widened, his breath coming in short bursts.

  She'd taken him by surprise and Dara moved in.

  Another valet saw their proximity and raising a brow made his way toward them.

  Dara intercepted him. He was older but twenty-something.

  “What's going on here? He's got to get that vehicle parked,” he said, his eyes latching on to Dara's cleavage that mounded like melons gathered for harvest, held by the slimmest band of teal-colored cloth.

  Dara got close and he held his ground while the moans of the youngster behind them became audible.

  Zoe was working her magic.

  Dara brought her attention back to the valet before her and saw his eyes were glued now to the duo behind them. Dara wrapped her tapered fingers around his tie and brought his mouth to hers. She swept her tongue along his lower lip, biting it between her teeth, just shy of bringing blood.

  He didn't flinch.

  Perfect.

  His arm snaked around Dara and jerked her into him. “You like it rough?”

  “I do,” Dara said, her breath already unsteady but her voice was strong. She knew what she liked and what she wanted.

  He looked around, more cars were turning into the circular drive, their shadows still too noticeable in the gloom.

  “Meet me later,” she breathed in his ear.

  His teeth bit along her neck and she briefly considered what that would feel like on her pussy lips.

  He stepped away and said, “I'll find you.” His fingers lingering on her neck, lightly brushing her collarbone. “My name's Jake, what's yours?”

  Dara shrugged, she loved anonymity. “Doesn't matter.”

  He grinned. They'd get along fine. Zoe had her boy almost coming right there in his pants and she said, “Come on Zo, we'll finish this up later.”

  “No,” the kid groaned, grabbing on to the palm and fingers that worked his prick through his pants. His hips were doing a mild pump against her hand and she was pressing into him like a second-skin, his other hand was caressing her breast through the sunset orange bodice, her nipple an erect and eager bud under his fingers.

  As guests exited their cars they looked around for the valets and Jake jogged over to the cars which had gathered saying over his shoulder to the kid, “Come on!”

  With a final hip gyration, the kid shuddered against Zoe, a dark stain spreading against his black pants, almost invisible in the gloom.

  Dara liked that development. He'd get another erection in no time. And she had just the place to put it.

  *

  Dara ushered herself and Zoe inside the grandest foyer she'd ever been in. Of course, it didn't compete with the hotel where the professors symposium had been held. Although, she admitted to herself, most of her time had been spent in an elevator.

  She smiled as Craig Taylor, owner of the elegant house and university president, caught sight of her and immediately broke his conversation off as he strode over.

  Dara could see his cock harden in a stiff outline his pants couldn't hide as he eyed her ensemble.

  Zoe caught Dara's eyes and smirked. Her look said clearly, Let me handle this.

  Zoe sidestepped in front of Dara and held out her hand. Taylor looked down at her in irritation but couldn't get out of the formality with so many eyes on them.

  “Miss Scott. I didn't know that you were on the guest list,” he said, raising quizzical brows.

  Zoe leaned in, the glow from her blond hair glinting underneath the crystal chandelier as she whispered, “Listen up, prick, leave Dara alone or you'll be the one receiving discipline. I'm master here, not you.”

  A look of contained surprised washed over Taylor's face and Dara had to stifle a laugh. It might cost her her job but it was worth so much to see him understand that the kitten before him had claws.

  Taylor was visibly shaken and gulped. “My room.”

  Zoe smirked, totally in her element and Dara let her have free reign.

  “Fine. You be there in twenty minutes.”

  Taylor started to splutter, “I have guests...I don't know...”

  “You'll do it,” Zoe said with malice dripping from every syllable.

  He nodded, barely able to contain his excitement. Looks like Zoe had found his submissive streak.

  Dara hadn't thought he had one.

  The women left Taylor with a dumbfounded expression and a world-class erection.

  They made their way to a grand room with eighteen foot ceilings and glossy wood floors where they danced and mingled.

  Finally, Zoe sidled up to Dara. “Our slave awaits in yonder bedroom.”

  Dara giggled at her wording. “It's been a helluva lot longer than just twenty minutes.”

  “I know,” Zoe said slowly. “He has to be a proper slave, he has to wait for our attentions.”

  Nice, Dara thought.

  They made their way upstairs and Taylor lay in his bed waiting, naked.

  His guests languished unattended below. Maybe it was not her job that was on the line, Dara thought.

  Zoe wasted no time. Rummaging through his dresser drawer she pulled out two long ties. They were obviously seldom-used discards.

  Zoe looked into his eyes and said, “You've been a very bad boy with my Dara and we're going to pay you back.” She emphasized by snapping both ends of the tie taut, the cloth snapping loudly in the quiet of the room.

  Taylor jumped with the sound like a cracked whip, his cock a stiff staff that ran almost to his belly button.

  The women advanced on him and Dara grabbed his left arm and Zoe the right.

  “Wait, I don't know if I want to play this game...” he began in protest.

  “Tough shit, Pres. How many times have you sunk your meat into Dara's sweet hole and not given her the proper attention?” Zoe asked, tie wrapping his wrist to the bedpost.

  He looked at Dara and said, “You didn't enjoy me fucking you?”

  “Anyone can pound, it takes a man with finesse to get a woman off properly,” Dara said while lifting a shoulder and simultaneously tying off his other wrist. Satisfied, she stepped back and looked at Taylor.

  “Dara, go sit on his face. I'm going to suck his dong.”

  Dara hiked up her dress and Taylor watched her with eyes gone wide.

  Zoe looked critically at Taylor. “I will whip you with a spare tie if you don't stab that dirty tongue of yours into her pussy. You do that until she comes and maybe I'll be good to you and suck you off, eh?”

  Taylor nodded, watching Dara's revealed pussy move toward him, the sway in her hips stopping as she climbed the bed and straddled his face. He couldn't grasp her hips because his arms were tied but Dara leveled her pussy above his face and slowly lowered her wet twat on his waiting mouth.

  As soon as she felt her sensitive lips brush his mouth she let her weight semi-bury his mouth and with a groan he thrust his tongue and lapped at her pussy.

  It felt divine. Dara rotated her hips on his face, moving them back and forth, his nose hitting her clit as his tongue stroked her opening, his tongue stabbing her hole.

  She noticed the noise of Zoe working his cock from behind, the sloppy sucking of his cock maintaining a tight rhythm and Dara felt him gasp underneath
her and Zoe groaned as his body became stiff under Dara, half his face buried inside her soft parts, now drenched with his saliva and her juices.

  “Dara, get off him and come work this cock with your hand so you can ride his prick.”

  Dara loved being ordered about and was hoping for the chance to be eaten out again by Zoe. Right now her pussy was still throbbing from the attentions of Taylor.

  Dara looked down and Taylor was flushed and sedate-looking, Zoe licking his cum off her mouth.

  “I can't, I can't breath that well with a snatch on my face...” he began.

  But Zoe didn't listen, spreading her legs over his face she buried her pussy on him and he sucked on her as she rode him, her dress a tangerine tube around her waist.

  Dara watched her tight ass pump against Taylor's face and began to get even more wet between her legs. Zoe didn't care if he passed out, he was going to suck, lap and slurp on her pussy until she was coming on him.

  Dara began to work her hand up on his still wet cock, gradually making headway until it was stiff enough to sink her pussy on top.

  She hovered above his prick, a finger holding it in position and plunged her hole over the top of him. Dara took the entire length of him in one stroke. As she did, Taylor howled inside Zoe's pussy and it came out like a gurgled yell.

  Zoe said, “Do that again, it feels great against my twat.”

  Dara rode Taylor, totally in charge and loving it. She could fuck him and he had to let her have whatever rhythm she wanted.

  Of course, she almost lost that rhythm when the door burst open behind them.

  The Valets entered, Jake and the Kid.

  It had to have been a sight. A grown man bound against the bed. One woman riding his face in a vicious rhythm for her own pleasure while Dara rode his cock. Taking it deep inside her, the hair she had carefully coiffed falling around her like silken red water.