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by Jessie Dame

  You could see him getting harder and harder and Bridgett ready to explode. Kate waited for her turn, then he turned over to her and thrust himself inside of her. He pushed and pushed like he was trying to become a part of her. He kissed her passionately. They were both at the edge of ecstasy when he took his cock out and thrust it inside Bridgett.

  Cliff fingered Kate the whole time and she watched as he was ready to burst. He stuck it straight into her again and worked himself to a climax as Kate exploded with pleasure.

  Looks like Kate won after all.

  His Command

  Kate had spent hours at the hairdresser that Saturday evening, she had perfect black nails and even had her makeup professionally done. She wore her gorgeous lavender gown with a fake diamond necklace. She had diamond studded earrings and even a diamond bracelet. She decided that she was ready for something wonderful.

  TOP-NOTCH was an exclusive club downtown that she had been trying to get into for months. Her friend Marianna had called her and told her she finally had an in with one of the bartenders. She could even get to the head of the line if she wanted to by simply walking right up to the big black bouncer and telling him her name.

  She was ushered into a quiet, plush scene where dark faces sat in the corner sipping on water and tonic. The music was light and classical.

  The bartender, a young buff man asked her for her ID as though she would be kicked out in a moment if she didn’t hand it over. She smiled and took a second to look in her bag as he tapped his trim nails on the counter.

  She took her time deciding what she wanted to drink just to see his face get redder and redder. She finally decided on a bottle of light beer and made sure he brought her two limes.

  She sat quietly at the bar and decided to see if anything was actually going to happen this evening. The faces never changed. Obviously it was the same old crowd that always went here. The place was considered exclusive so that they could sit in quiet without having to go drink with their wives.

  She eyed her phone for a bit to see if anyone else was doing anything better. This place sucked. There was no point in even trying to hide it. It was probably where old men came to do business deals. Whatever it was, she was simply not going to wait around for anything to happen.

  She made for the door when, suddenly the bartender cried out, “Miss, you’re wanted in the VIP room.”

  He said it like she didn’t have a choice as to where she went. His eyebrows were lifted and she could tell she’d better just walk with him. At least things were beginning to get more interesting.

  He had his hand forcefully around her back as he ushered her behind a velvet curtain and they descended down a flight of dark stairs.

  He unlocked a thick black door and threw her in. Terror rushed through her. The room was lit by one dark red bulb. There were whips and chains and a big pole in the middle. She sat on a cushioned black leather chair near the pole and waited.

  A voice sounded over a hidden speaker system.

  “Take off your clothes.” It was deep and rough.

  Kate thought for a moment.

  “Now.” The voice echoed.

  Kate was suddenly turned on, and decided to oblige the request.

  She slid her panties off and dropped them on the ground. Quickly disposing of the rest of her clothes, she sat there totally exposed except for her black leather stilettos which she decided to keep on.

  She felt attractive.

  “Now close your eyes.” Her body shook with the force of adrenaline. She was totally vulnerable in this dungeon.

  A hand thrust itself onto her mouth to muffle her voice. She could feel a cuffed shirt and arms around the side of her head.

  He bent her over and ran his finger along her crack.

  “Now… I’m going to fuck you.” The deep voice growled.

  He turned her around to see a bearded lumberjack of a man in a white dress shirt and black pants with his boner stick straight out.

  Then he turned her around and bent her over again. She screamed, but the sound didn’t even pass the room. Her heart was racing. He spanked her hard.

  “Take it!” he growled.

  She screamed again. She could feel a rush of pleasure pulsing through her. He spanked her until she was red then turned her around and shoved a massive cock down her throat.

  She almost gagged with the force his constant thrusts. His hand was on her head, pushing her into it. His other hand was pinching her nipples so hard she would’ve screamed if it wasn’t for his pulsing cock.

  She reached up to touch it and he slapped her face with his cock and reached down to hold her arms behind her back. He rubbed the tip of his penis slowly on her lips. He reached down and shoved his finger into her pussy as hard as he could. She was going to explode all over the leather chair.

  “You want my hard cock? Yeah. Take it!” He held her head down for a moment and she gagged from the force. He bent her over again and rubbed the tip of his penis around her vaginal lips as she writhed in ecstasy.

  He pinched her clit and the rush of pleasure and pain made her cry out.

  “I know you want my throbbing cock.”

  She wanted it bad, but she was not going to give him the pleasure of saying so. He would have to wait until he really needed to put it in her.

  He pinched her clit again and inched his fingers just a bit further in. He was going to break her. She needed that hard cock inside of her.

  He smacked her ass and she yelped when he rubbed his finger just outside of her wet hole.

  “Say you want it. I won’t give it to you until you say you want it.” His voice was silky smooth.

  She couldn’t hold out any longer the tension was just too much. She writhed as waves pulsed through her body.

  “I want it! Oh god! Please fuck me! I…” She screamed.

  He shoved it in her before she could finish the sentence and slammed her over and over again as each and every little burst sent her further and further into mindless oblivion. This man had taken her so thoroughly. They both writhed until at last that final explosion sent them both screaming in pleasure.

  He simply slid himself out and sent her on her way, thoroughly fucked.

  Zeus

  Where the hell was her confidence for this interview? Was it lost in the desperate silence of the office? It was just her in a tight dress, slowly tapping her leg against the desk. Her only company was a small plant on the table, which seemed desperate for watering.

  Just like the plant, she felt an unstoppable thirst inside her. Single and unemployed for months, she slowly let go of all enthusiasm, standing so insecurely on the edge of despair. Trying to resist time, she coped pretty well with her age. Many said she looked as if she was in her early thirties, but she was almost 42. Yes, looking good was her talent. With almost no wrinkles to reveal her loneliness, she wondered why beauty is not a key for success. Unable to answer such question, she forgot the real purpose of staring at the screen, into the abyss.

  “Miss Basford.”

  A strong masculine voice interrupted her self-analysis.

  A voice like that… one should obey.

  “Please, come inside.”

  It is absolutely amazing how many thoughts emerge in the female mind while alone with a man of business, a man of power, in a cozy office.

  “Please, take a seat.”

  Heavy curtains prevented a sunny day from disturbing this man’s intentions. Cigarette smoke and scotch set the atmosphere ablaze.

  “Please, relax. My name is Zeus.”

  Zeus?

  Greek people do have a sense of humor, she thought.

  Still, she could not take her eyes off him, following every slow move of his hand, wishing it was on her neck or the cusp of her lower back.

  Strange names aside, this man was absolutely gorgeous.

  A stretched white shirt held his tanned chest with an attractive dose of elegance, as if a fire was burning beneath, reaching her entire body, piece by piece.
His smile shined through a perfectly shaped beard. Instead of eyes, he had two wells of blue coldness, where somehow, she discovered animal passion.

  He talked and talked. He might have as well have talked for ages. After a thousand years, she would still peacefully listen to every word he said with that crisp, dark, rough voice of his. Still, there was one thing on her mind that she couldn’t let go. She decided to ask.

  “Are you named after the Greek deity, Zeus?”

  A moment of silence passed.

  The entire back wall of his office was glass. She could see the rain pouring down outside.

  Zeus raised his right hand, palm open.

  “Not quite,” he responded.

  His hand closed into a fist, and in the same moment, ravenous thunder echoed through the room. The entire office was illuminated and several lightning bolts descended from the sky behind his silhouette.

  She was awestruck.

  He was Zeus.

  “Miss Basford. I can see you are not here for the interview.”

  His look drowned slowly into her richly endowed torso, eyeing her loosely unbuttoned shirt. She shamelessly wished he could see the erotic lingerie hiding what was soon going to be his.

  A sudden breeze of coldness wrapped her body. She could feel her nipples harden, ready and willing to get as close as possible to the hands of a deity.

  Zeus walked across the room.

  He was closing the door! Calm as if a fire was not burning between them, he approached her slowly from behind, making her guess the upcoming move.

  “It was destiny that brought you here.”

  “There must be a misunderstanding. I am here for the job you offered, to be evaluated.”

  “That is exactly what I was planning to do, miss. Evaluate you.”

  His strong hands pulled her shoulders towards that strong, broad chest, she stared at just a moment ago.

  She knew there were no boundaries… not before she completely belonged to him. His lips moved slowly down her neck, whispering words of magic.

  Soon, that wonderful, sunny day turned into a storm. A wind dash opened the windows and lightening stroke almost at the reach of their hands. For Zeus and his recent sparkle, that seemed to be irrelevant.

  For the sparkle, it was more than an ideal first task.

  Confident women turn me on, he said. A strong boner confirmed that, by poking her firm ass, trying to reach the place where soon all wish would materialize. She was incapable of speaking, while his tongue explored her mouth in a rush.

  Gentle for the first time, Zeus pushed her down on the knees. God, he must be spending months in the gym, she thought, while touching his slightly spread legs. Come on touch it. Let me see what those hands could do. Before he could say whatever else, she filled her palms with a penis of a completely unknown man. She could feel his heart beat stronger with every move of her perfect red nails. So willing to obey him, she soon swallowed the hard penis, enjoying every single drop. She craved to be possessed for so long! And now, this extremely sexy man will fuck her.

  Trembling, she lay down on the sofa, waiting for him to undress her. Slowly, every unnecessary piece was removed and a gorgeous body was revealed.

  “Say it,” Zeus commanded.

  She knew exactly what to say.

  “Take me, please take me!”

  His hand transferred from the messy hair down her torso towards the already wet pussy. Skilled as no man before him, he played with her tiny clitoris and soon pushed two of his long fingers inside.

  Now, there was no way back.

  She was screaming louder and louder.

  A tremendous rush of ecstasy merged the two bodies in one. In a moment of silence, she felt the weight of his body and the pervasive look of those blue eyes.

  Before a moment passed, he was upon her, and she felt his hard penis thrust inside, moving faster with each rhythm. He was turning into a beast, pulling the hair over her face, taking her as if that was the mere reason of their existence.

  Penetrating her deeply was not enough. He reached down with his right hand, allowing her to catch a glimpse of his toned forearm, placing two fingers against her clit. With each thrust of his hard throbbing cock, he rubbed her clit with his fingers deeper into the rhythm.

  “I love it. I LOVE it. Oh!”

  She was being fucked by rolling thunder and the wrath of god, about to have the climax of a lifetime.

  With all pretenses released, paradise was right here on earth. An orgasm, strong as never before, tore her soul apart. Wildest dreams do come true, she thought, while delving deeper into the moment.

  Zeus slid his throbbing deity-cock from her wet, dripping, and thoroughly-fucked pussy. She wanted to see his pleasure. He gripped his massive totem with his right hand and unleashed his pantheon of seed upon her mortal, quivering body. Her breasts, neck, stomach, thighs, pussy, and clit were covered in his cum.

  She had been fucked… by a deity.

  Aphrodite

  Senseless idiots, thought Michael, observing the drunken crowd on the dance floor. But his thoughts referred to a time when he was a youngster, enjoying life at its best. Not many years have passed, but the stressful experience of managing an insurance company and a problematic relationship had killed every wish for fun.

  Apart from those few years and a new Rolex watch, he was still the same person. Him and his timeless habit of drinking scotch in a club he no longer frequented.

  It had been a difficult night. His gorgeous fiancée, whom he loved more than anything else in the world, had broken off the engagement. She needed space. She needed time for herself. Translated into real life terms, she needed somebody else.

  But he was so handsome and well-situated, he thought!

  Desired by many, he could have replaced her with a single blink of an eye. Still, he didn’t. He respected their commitment until the very last second. He had always valued being faithful to one’s significant other.

  Two minutes later, he felt extremely idiotic. Five minutes later, he tried to reach her again on his phone only to find the empty sorrow of her voicemail.

  “Scotch does not kill sadness, you know,” said a nearby brunette, sipping a double dose in his glass. Even if in love, Michael could not help noticing how amazingly beautiful she was. This was no ordinary girl. There was something… different about this one. Her little black dress, hardly covering intimate parts, and the naked shoulders caressed by her warm, chestnut hair could certainly help him forget his unfortunate reality, at least for a while.

  Aware of the fact he was scanning her upside-down, she smiled in an even more provocative manner. Soon, his focused look switched from the sharpness of her heels to the pumped lips.

  “You’re certainly right, miss,” he told her, trying to outshout the retro music landscape in the background. It must be late, he thought, but the evening was just becoming interesting.

  He leaned in so he could hear her. Moving his lips so close to her ear caught a whiff of her jasmine scent. It was intoxicating.

  “Happy people don’t go to a club to sit alone and drink scotch. How about you play with me instead?” she said, provocatively.

  “You could say I’m not a happy person, then.” Michael replied.

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  “Michael.” He replied without enthusiasm. “Yours?”

  “Aphrodite.”

  “Heh. Funny.” He figured it was some kind of joke, or she just wanted to avoid telling him her real name. No matter.

  “Welcome then, love goddess. Let me pour you a drink,” Michael jested, going along with it.

  Drink after the other, Michael and Aphrodite advanced in casual talks.

  They looked silently into each other. The chemistry was so strong one could almost see sparkles.

  “What did I do to deserve your company tonight?” he asked.

  “You looked lonely, but more importantly, hot as hell.” she laughed and looked at the floor, for the first time that
night.

  “Ouch, seems like I am a little bit drunk,” she confessed.

  He reached out for her hand. Why not? He thought to himself

  He only hoped he wasn’t about to get robbed.

  The taxi carrying them home took ages. The sexual tension was palpable between them. They both kept quiet, but keenly aware that a storm of lust was about to be unleashed. In the calm before the storm, they found themselves eye-fucking each other up and down.

  Aphrodite took Michael in front of his own apartment. He trembled. Eva, his ex, was still there packing.

  But how could Aphrodite possibly know? Was she a neighbor?

  Or this was a set up? Was Eva involved?

  Michael was worried.

  “Tell me, why are we here? Who are you?” he inquired.

  She opened the door. Eva was calmly sitting on the sofa. Unlike all reactions he could possibly expect, she looked calm.

  Aphrodite said nothing, only reaching down to the bottom cusp of her dress, gripping it with both hands, and beginning to lift it up her thigh… and torso… and over her head.

  She wasn’t wearing panties or a bra.

  Aphrodite was completely nude.

  Michael was in shock.

  Those divine hips.

  Her full, ample breasts.

  That smooth, tempting pussy.

  A big bulge appeared on his pants.

  Michael suddenly remembered that Eva was present. He thought the situation was about to go nuclear. His heart raced.

  Eva stood up, and rather than unleash a torrent of rage upon Michael, she began undressing herself.

  Michael could only assume they knew each other.

  That was the only plausible explanation.

  Eva walked over and slid her hand down Michael’s pants, grabbing his hard cock with her right hand and stroking it lightly.

  On the other edge of the room, Aphrodite sat in an armchair, spreading her legs

  They moved towards the bedroom.

  The two beautiful women lay on his bed, provoking him.

  Isn’t he a lucky man? He thought to himself.

  Approaching them carefully, he unbuckled his belt and stripped off his pants. His bulging erection was visible for both women to see.

  He stuck his hard dick into Aphrodite’s welcoming mouth.