Western Night Series Collection (Mail-Order Brides)

by Rosie Harper

  “What’s on your mind?” I ask “you didn’t realize I had this attitude?” He looks at me for a moment before replying,

  “No it’s not that. It’s like…when we have all this money…lines get blurred really easily. My brother isn’t exactly a faithful little angel and I know that. It’s just that I was hoping there would be one woman in my life that I didn’t fuck.” I look at him and can clearly see a rare moment of regret in his eyes. The sex we have had is surely amazing and I would be lying if I had said that I don’t want it to happen again. From the first moment I saw Ricardo, my lustful desire was sparked. His brother Peter was very handsome but didn’t seem to have the happy go lucky attitude, and surely doesn’t have the rock hard, chiseled body that Ricardo possesses.

  “I’m not married yet,” I said “once the ring is on my finger, you may wish you made the most of this opportunity.” He laughs and throws a twig into the fire.

  “You like being tied up?” He asks.

  “What? Bondage? Here?” I reply. He nods his head.

  “This is the offer. You submit to me this one time out here in the wild, and allow me to dominate your soul and allow yourself to completely surrender to me.” He walks over to where I’m sitting and sits down next to me. I look at his bulging muscles, his 18 odd inch carved biceps and sturdy frame. His hair is slicked back and smells of the sea. His Spanish green eyes seem to have changed to a bluish grey in the light of the fire. My blood is boiling; my heart is beating so hard it is going to burst out my chest; my stomach has butterflies flapping around inside.

  In this moment of lust I reply, “Yes… yes, please show me master”.

  Before I can finish this sentence he places his hand upon my bare naked hanging breast. The sound of the waves can be heard crashing against the rocks as we begin to make love for a third time. I can see the fire reflecting furiously in his eyes as he stares at me making me feel slightly intimidated. He pinches my nipple slightly and leans forward sucking on the other. I can now only look up at the star filled sky as he sucks long and hard. My vagina is beginning to leak as I relish in the moment. After a minute or so he raises his head back up and takes hold of his shirt lying on the ground beside us. He repeatedly twirls it round creating a makeshift rope and begins to tie both of my hands together.

  He uses my own tee-shirt as a mouth guard, pulling it over my head and tightening it firmly from behind. I am now marched to the nearest tree, and while I am still facing him, he places my hands over a trunk above us, wedging the binding shirt between a branch, effectively securing it in place without the possibility of them slipping free. I am now practically his prisoner and slowly becoming his submissive little sex slave. He can do whatever he wants to me; without a single soul around for miles and miles, and my completely naked body bound to a tree at his disposal. He raises my left leg exposing my vaginal lips to entry. I look down at his big juicy penis throbbing with anticipation, strong and erect. He places his proud helmet at the entrance of my inner warm domain and then grabs my waist with his two big strong hands. I stare into his eyes and let out a sharp moan as I feel the intense pressure of his strong throbbing wood relentlessly and mercilessly moving deeper and deeper into me. The sound of crickets and other nocturnal wildlife crackles all around us as nature spectates at this sexual scene. He moves his hands up my body and is cupping my perky breasts, squeezing them firmly. The sound coming out of my mouth is muffled by the tee shirt strewn across it as he continues to caress my two jutting boobs. The feeling of helplessness and dominance continues to fuel my desire for my new keeper. My back catches the tree trunk with every inward thrust of his and I look to the side to catch a glimpse of our silhouettes on a nearby tree trunk. We are moving in unison and look so sexy as my helpless shadow is getting ravaged by this large man. His perfectly sculptured physique continues to smack into me, working tirelessly through our sexual journey. My moans are muffled by the tee-shirt acting as a make shift mouth guard as my body is impaled by his long rod.

  He suddenly stops and breaks away before placing his hand over my gaping moistening hole.

  Master places his hand just over the slit of my vagina, barely touching it. My hairs brush the surface of his hand causing me to almost cum at the sensation of his fingers hovering a few millimeters from my entrance. Even though no connection is made, it begins to stir a climax from deep within as I begin to beg for his touch, “Please touch me…touch me again.” I can barely get the words out though the constraints of the garment placed in my mouth, but Master thankfully takes pity and firmly touches my clit to which I am now shaking violently, and the amazing feeling is now washing all over my body. I cry with joy as every muscle in my body shuts down at the joyous orgasm. It is like his touch has a divine power. The leaves of the branch are shaking due to my relentless tugging as I begin to shake and groan with joy pooling my vaginal fluid over his bare hand. “Good, good,” were my Masters remarks at my orgasm. He walks around behind me and begins to slap my buttocks. I feel them wobble in the warm night air much to master’s delight. He smacks me again and again. His hands land with a piercing impact that stings the surface of my smooth skin.

  “You need to be punished. You are cheating on your soon to be husband. You are a slut,” he says to me. He slaps me in my face to which I let out a cry of pain.

  “What? You want to argue with your new master?” He asks. I now shake my head, surprised to find him speaking to me like this such a turn on. He now releases me from the branch but still with the garment tying my hands together. He marches me out towards the sea where there is a crate lying in the sand near the yacht. I can only imagine it stored a few emergency provisions and I can barely make it out in the darkness.

  “You stay right here. Master will be back shortly,” he commands. I stand there in the sand, watching as Ricardo boards the yacht and turns on a switch that engulfs me and the surrounding area in artificial light. He jumps down and throws me across the top of the cargo crate where I remain bent over. There is a rope strewn across the width to which he places my hands underneath, causing them to be restrained tightly. He forcefully spreads my legs apart and says,

  “Don’t struggle. You mustn’t move.”

  I feel myself almost cum again upon hearing these words of complete dominance. He parts my butt cheeks to reveal my readied holes. Nothing is between his manhood and my completely exposed vagina as I feel my sparse pubic hairs flutter in the open. My feet sink further into the cool sand as the tide washes around us. I find myself giggling with glee as his smooth helmet slips into my moistening anal hole and all the way inside me. Every ribbed bump on his penis provides a filling sensation as I feel myself stretch tightly around his shaft. He pulls at my blonde hair, twisting it up in his tight grip as I feel the fire burning inside me. His pelvis smacks into my bouncing ass as he keeps thrusting his dick between my ribbed walls, going all the way in and electrifying all my senses. The sound of my pleasurable moaning is accompanied by the squeaks of the wooden box rocking side to side as my body weaves forward and backward. I have had anal sex on only a few occasions in the past. Usually it requires a few insertions before being able to slide in and out as easily as this. Ricardo, however, has managed to slip in his huge penis through the tight rim in one go. I can only imagine it is because I am so lubricated. The feeling of his thick helmet slurping and twisting around in my anus, sliding happily inside me begins to send vibrations throughout my body.

  “Are you sorry for doing this?” He cries out. The sound of the waves coming in is now quiet, but will not deter either of us from fulfilling our sinful act. I can feel my legs digging into the corner edge of the wooden container as I scream my announcement of joy to the world. Ricardo pounds and pounds; smacking his pelvis into my buttocks. My submission was now complete as I instinctively reply, “Yes Ricardo. I’m sorry.”

  “Call me sir, you dirty bitch!” He shouts back at me.

  “I’m sorry sir.” I shout back through a strenuous muffled cry.


  I feel my rim begin to stretch further and further with a sharp, tight feeling as Ricardo begins to push up into my anal cavity that is now seeping fluid. A deep muffled groan is the only response that comes from me.

  “Do you submit to me?” He asks.

  “I submit sir, I submit!” comes my strained reply as he takes a firm chunk of my straight blonde shiny hair in his hand. His body is pressed against mine as he drains every last drop of himself. I can feel the semen running up the inside of the underneath of his penis against the moist gaping entrance to my ass. The sound of my knees repeatedly hitting the wooden panels of the container can be heard as euphoria shoots from my feet through my chest and out of my mouth. Master removes himself and swiftly walks away. Leaving me there as I fall into the rising tide. The salt water begins to wash up my legs as I lay there panting like a woman who has just been ravaged. The water helps to loosen my wrists and I swiftly remove the tee shirt from my mouth and cast it aside. It is hard to describe the feeling of immense satisfaction I am now feeling. There have been many occasions that I have ventured into the unknown and have heard many stories about bondage and such. But to freely submit myself to another and allow him to take total control of my body and use it as a pure object of his desire has left me completely enlightened. Sure enough Ricardo now has come back and picks me up from the sandy beach. I wrap both arms around him as he carries me with ease back to our campfire.

  3. One For Good Measure

  It is day three and I am now getting worried. The food has now run out and I feel that we engage in sex one more time, then I may as well marry him! Just as the morning before, I see my soon to be brother in law by the yacht. Only this time he is on the deck. I quickly slip on my clothes and join him.

  “I’m worried Ricardo,” I say. He gives me a water bottle and I begin to drink.

  “Look, any moment now they are going to come for us! Don’t worry please!” He says. I can sense a level of anxiety in his voice, but cannot resist in asking him this one burning question,

  “But what if they don’t come?”

  Ricardo approaches me and whispers, “In that case, let me make you cum one last time.”

  Over the boat he takes me. I can only look at my reflection in the front visor screen, squealing and moaning with every insertion from Ricardo. My knees knock into the hard wood of the driver’s seat as the familiar sound of my butt cheeks smacking against another person’s skin fills the air. What will I tell my fiancé? That I let his brother ravage me in this paradise? I can’t think for long as I now feel a big almighty climax coming on and soon raise the pitch of my voice to reflect the immense pleasure now creeping over my body. I must sound stupid, but don’t care. The feeling of the relentless sun beating down upon the smooth surface of my back is only interrupted by the shadow of my domineer as he thrusts forward, sliding his manhood up my slippery slope. “That’s it, fuck me!” I cry “Fuck me good.” Ricardo grabs a handful of my long blonde hair and pulls it back with all his might causing my head to bend backwards at my neck. I am still moaning and squealing as I feel the heat of the sun now on my raised face. His penis is now sliding back and forth rather quickly now; his hips creating a popping sound against my ass as he crashes into it.

  The whirring sound of the helicopter should mean we stop and both look up, but this doesn’t happen as we are both so focused on completing this sinful act whereby I let him drain himself between my lubricated walls for probably the fourth time within 24 hours!

  “Shit, they found us!” He cries and stands up on the front of the yacht waving his arms furiously towards the sky. I quickly pick myself up and put on my clothes. Sure enough, the helicopter only takes a few seconds to reach us, touching down on the beach. Out runs a man in causal beach-wear,

  “Ricky?? What the fuck happened? We thought someone knocked you off!” He shouts. Ricardo jumps down onto the beach from the deck of the boat, “It’s about time! Somebody tampered with the engine. Must have been done back on the quay.” I follow him down onto the beach and we are subsequently huddled into the helicopter which promptly takes off.

  Looking back, I can see our little paradise becoming smaller and I think off the sinful and naughty acts we have partaken in. I turn to him, “Thank you for the journey Ricardo. This island should be more than suitable for my wedding. I’m going to call Peter and let him know,” I exclaim. My soon to be brother in law looks at me awkwardly,

  “Are you sure? There are the other islands which offer better…” I cut him off,

  “No I want this one.” I close my eyes and take a few moments rest. Any feelings of guilt are soon to disappear; the present is before my new marriage, and is the last time I would ever venture into the dark side of my lustful desires. Thinking about a glorious wedding ceremony on that beach makes me smile. It is perfect!

  THE END

  WHY HE Demands

  1. The Party

  Colombian alpha-male Ricardo Alvez, has his sights set on running his late father’s international textile corporation. A dominating billionaire playboy; he’s determined to prevent rival corporations and greedy governments from pulling the family business apart. Although not possessing the best business savvy in the world, he does possess an incredible natural aura of emitting his own Latino sexual heat. Ricardo is determined to use this blessed God-given ability to his advantage with the sole intention of eliminating any emerging threats through full-on domineering sex.

  The band plays an old-school tango which evokes memories of my past growing up in the countryside. My family was dirt poor and we worked hard in the coffee fields. Without any formal education, my only asset was my body and one day whilst travelling to Bogota, I came across my future husband Paco Gonzalez, or now commonly known as ‘The Wolf’. Apparently, anybody who falls out of favor with him gets fed to the animals, but he isn’t as bad as everybody says, and I have never seen him do anything bad. Yes, he is a well-known drug lord, but that side of his life is never brought into our home. My name is Maria Gonzalez, a now very rich lady who is attending the president’s yearly function at his villa. This party is full of people who kiss ass and try to further themselves. My husband naturally cannot be seen here, but is very much, close and personal friends with El Presidente.

  I finish off my glass of champagne and make my way to an open top balcony for some fresh air and to enjoy a cigarette. After a few years of attending the same event, it becomes very boring, always serving the same food, music and seeing the same, boring people. A nearby guard opens the glass door for me and I walk out into the fresh, cool night air. Colombia at night is very special. The smell of pine and humidity come together to make a succinct smell that will always remind me of my country. I am not alone on this balcony and can see the muscular silhouette of a gentleman leaning over the ledge smoking a cigar. He turns upon hearing me snapping shut my purse and walks forward, into the light. I know this man. This is none other than Ricardo Alvez – a billionaire playboy who inherited everything he owns from his father. I have seen him at a few charity functions, but we have never exchanged more than passing glances.

  “Good evening, I take it you are here for a little respite too?”

  He is dashingly handsome and has a nice strong body, which can be seen even through his well-tailored suit.

  “Yes, I needed a little air, “I reply. He must recognize me, for we see each other all the time at these things.

  “I don’t think we’ve met before. I am Ricardo Alvez, but you can call me Rick.” He holds out his hand and I shake it. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment, both sensing a spark of desire.

  “I am Maria Gonzalez. My husband is involved with government work.” He smiles at me and my heart begins to speed up slightly.

  “Well, Maria your husband is a very fortunate man. He has a beautiful wife,” he says in a soft voice. I accept his flirtatious advance,

  “His wife is also alone this evening.” I wonder if he even knows that I am a complete nymphomaniac. One
wouldn’t think to look at me with my graceful posture and elegant dress, but I do frequently indulge in a lot of BDSM sex, with strangers. It helps me maintain a perfectly good relationship with my husband, who I have no doubt frequently spends his free time with countless ladies. It is a nice summer evening and I am bored with the legendary Ricardo Alvez coming onto me. He nears closer to me. His dark hair is slicked back and his green eyes are shining like the most perfectly cut jade stones.

  “I’m bored, maybe we can salvage the evening for both of us?” I casually mention.

  He nears his mouth towards mine and I drop my cigarette as our tongues are now caressing each other and he places a hand on my waist. Ricardo tastes good with the sweet smell of his cologne hanging in the air around us. Just as the butterflies feel as though they are set to burst out of my stomach, he suddenly breaks away.

  “Sorry, is your husband Paco Gonzalez?” He asks.

  This does sometimes happen when people connect the dots. “Yes he is. Why? Are you afraid he is going to find out?” I tease him and grab his testicles and squeeze them gently. Ricardo backs away, obviously now petrified that he is going to be fed to a pack of wolves somewhere in the Colombian countryside.

  “I’m sorry Maria, I cannot do this.” And with that he swiftly makes his way back inside. How dare he leave me like this after making such sexual advances? Now, in addition to being a complete nymphomaniac, I am also a sadistic control freak. I am going to enjoy bringing Ricardo into my darkest desires and he will have no choice but to go along with it. I light up another cigarette and smile to myself, “Ricardo… your sweet ass is mine.”

  I make conversation with a few delegates and walk over to Ricardo who is saying good-bye to the President.

  “Hello, Mr. Alvez, why are you leaving so soon?” I take extreme pleasure in playing this game at watching Ricardo nervously come up with a feeble excuse.