by V. R. Dunlap
Crime & Punishment (Collection 1): Five Erotic Stories of Sexual Submission
Crime
Midpoint
Copyright
Copyright 2011, V.R. Dunlap
Taboo Lust & Forbidden Pleasure Publishing
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.
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Contents
Getting Wet
Built Big
Up in the Air
Rough Ride
Payback
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Getting Wet
Bridget closed the door as the last person left and locked it soundly. It was finally over.
It had been a ridiculously long day, even for an open house. As a real estate agent, she completed more than her share of open houses, but none of them had been liked this. Most of them were for average homes in nice suburban neighborhoods not a gigantic mansion. Just a week earlier, her boss had handed Bridget her first high end property to sell – but there was a catch. She was only managing it for a week while he was on vacation. The asking price was $3.9 million dollars. That meant that if she could sell this house quickly, her part of the commission would be more than her entire income for the last two years!
She had been working tirelessly this week to get that sale. She had done showings, called every agent she knew that could be interested, scheduled a two day open house – everything she could think of. But today was the last day she had and her boss was returning tomorrow. She checked her phone for the fifth time in as many minutes. There was one couple that had come to the open house and seemed very interested. If they made an offer on the home today, she would be set!
But for now, she just had to wait. She started cleaning up and shutting down the house. It really was a beautiful place she thought as she looked around it again. It was hard to believe that her client, Dillon Fritz, had enough money to just buy and sell properties like this as investments. The house was more luxurious than the best hotel she had ever stayed at. The kitchen was granite and stainless steel, the living room was bigger than her entire apartment and the backyard was amazing. She went outside and looked around again. The backyard was an entire living area on its own. It was more luxurious than anything she had ever seen. Instead of a barbeque, it had an area that was decked out like a kitchen – everything from a running sink, under counter refrigerators and the most wonderful grill she had ever seen. While most people had a chair or two outside, this yard had three separate lounging areas, complete with tables, chairs and lounges. She threw herself into one of the soft cushioned chairs and just melted into it.
She just laid there for a little while, enjoying the warm sun and looked longingly at the in-ground pool. It was large and inviting, with a running waterfall, and a loose, flowing shape. She wished she could just jump in and relax for a bit in a pool like that.
When the phone rang, she was so surprised she nearly dropped it. She caught it mid-bounce and answered it trying to sound calm and collected.
“Hey Bridget?” the voice on the other side said.
“Melissa?”
“Yeah, it’s me. My clients decided that they did want to bid on the house. I’ll be sending you an offer letter for 3.5. I think it’s a fair price.”
Bridget was ecstatic. Even though the offer was $400,000 less than the asking price, she knew enough about her client, to know that he would make a deal. He had gotten the property in a foreclosure and her boss said he would be willing to go as low as $3.3 to make the sale happen, just to make sure it wasn’t sitting vacant too much longer. Not to say that he wasn’t going to make money – rumor was he had invested less than two in this property. Just the same, she might be able to get more.
“Well, send it over. But that is $400,000 less than our asking price – I don’t know that our client will accept the offer.”
Melissa just laughed casually, “And so it begins. We can negotiate later this week. Anyway, have a good night. I’m sending the offer to your email as we speak. You should have it” and she paused “now.”
Bridget’s phone dinged as she received the email. She was so excited she couldn’t believe it.
“Got it! Good night, Melissa.”
“Night Bridget!”
She hung up the phone and twirled around with happiness. She had done it. She had sold the place! She threw herself into back into the lounge chair and relaxed for the first time in a week. She laid in the warm sun, enjoying the feeling of it on her arms and legs. The house would be sold in the next few weeks and her commission check would pay off all her bills and leave her money for the next few months. Plus, if all went well, this sale could lead to other high end properties.
Bridget was more excited that she had ever remembered being. The last few years had been rough on her. It seemed like everything in her life had been slowing down. First the real estate market tanked and then even her love life had slowed down. But now, now, she had the deal in her hand and was ecstatic. She kicked off her shoes and decided to take a bit of a break in this beautiful yard. She leaned back in the chair and looked longingly at the pool. What she really needed was a swim. Her eyes darted around the yard it was so large that the nearest house couldn’t see in to the pool. She walked to the water and dunked her toe in. It was beautiful, warm enough to be enjoyable and cool enough to be relaxing. She hiked up her skirt and sat gingerly on the edge letting her feet dangle into the warm water.
She wondered what it would be like to take a swim in the opulent pool, and just relax for a change. She considered, it but hesitated. It wasn’t her house after all, and a real estate agent wasn’t supposed to be hopping in other people’s pools. On the other hand, the open house was over, there was no one else coming by and the house had been vacant for months. The odds of anyone catching here was so low as to be irrelevant.
Finally, she made up her mind. She stripped off her clothes and carefully placed them on a nearby chair. For a moment she considered leaving on her underwear as a makeshift bathing suit, but then decided against it… having dry clothes would be better.
Feeling a bit naughty, she walked toward the pool and down the steps. Soon the water was up to her waist and it was as wonderful as she thought. She dove the rest of the way and rolled onto her back to float lightly on the water. She listened to the waterfall in the distance and closed her eyes enjoying the sound. It was really the perfect day.
* * * * *
It had been a terrible day. Dillon had been working all day on a rehab and was running into nothing but problems. First, his general manager called in sick, then one of his properties had an unexpected roof issue, then he lost a deal on a foreclosure he wanted to pick up. To make the day complete, there had been an open house at another one of his houses and with his general manager out, it meant he was stuck swinging by to make sure the house was properly closed down after the event.
When he walked into the house, it didn’t look trashed the way he’d seen some after an open house. As he looked around, he realized some things looked even better than they had before! Someone had made the effort to rearrange and the effect was dramatic. There were even fresh flowers in the kitchen.
He checked his watch and realized that even on a Sunday night, the drive home in the early evening traffic would be horrib
le. He looked over at the pool behind the house and considered his options. It didn’t take him long to decide that a swim was a better idea than a long hot drive.
He stripped down in the kitchen, tossing his clothes casually on the table. Then he ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and headed out to the pool. The first thing he noticed was the pile of clothes on the chaise. He walked over, picked up a lacy bra and looked around for its owner. Sure enough, he found a woman floating in the middle of the pool, completely naked.
Her hair had fanned out in the pool, the edges curling in little ringlets all around her. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed in a small, indulgent smile. And aside from some very red lipstick she was wearing nothing else. He watched her full breasts dip and rise in the water, the dark pink nipples just cresting the water for a moment before going back under. His eyes traveled down her length, across her flat stomach and the tiny patch of hair between her legs. Her feet and hands were moving from time to time to balance herself and he thought she looked like an angel floating in the sky.
He watched her expecting that at any moment she would notice his presence, but she seemed completely oblivious to him. He considered his options. He knew he should probably just go back in side, get dressed and then confront her, but he wasn’t that type of guy. She was swimming in his pool after all. He took a few quiet steps backwards and then cannonballed into the middle of the pool with a large splash.
* * * * *
Bridget gasped as the water whooshed over her face, and submerged her. When she came up she was sputtering mad. She looked around and could see that someone was underwater. When a head starting rising out of the water, she started yelling.
“What are you doing!” she shouted, absolutely furious. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
She heard his deep rich laugh before she saw him. He stood up out of the water, and even from behind, she could see broad shoulders, tanned skin and thick, rich brown hair. When he turned around his dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief and he raised one eyebrow questioningly. Her breath caught in her throat, he was gorgeous. His eyes were a deep, dark brown and his body looked like it was chiseled from marble.
“Me?” he asked, taking advantage of her sudden silence. “I’m here to check on this property. I think the real question is who are you and what are you doing here?”
Bridget froze. If he was checking on the property it meant he worked for the property’s owner, Dillon Fritz. If news of her swimming in a client’s pool got back to her boss, she would lose her job and her commission. She opened her mouth to make up an excuse when he cut her off.
“And why are you naked?” he added with a wicked grin.
Bridget looked down and suddenly remembered that she hadn’t worn anything into the pool. Instantly, she felt the heat flush her face and tried desperately to hide herself with the hands. One hand darted down to cover the small tuft of hair between her legs while the other she placed across her breasts. When he smiled and looked appreciatively at her, she realized that her efforts had done nothing but make her look more wanton.
“Oh!” was all she managed to blurt before she turned and tried to make her way out of the pool. She didn’t get far before a hand snaked out and grabbed one of her wrists, pulling her toward him.
“You can’t leave yet,” he began, as she got closer. He put his arms around her waist and held her fast. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
He pulled her up against his hard frame. As he pressed her body against his she was startled to feel his large, hard cock pushing against her. She looked up frozen. She watched his eyes travel down her body hungrily and her heart started beating heavily in her chest. She felt her pulse quicken. She knew she should be fighting him, trying to get away, trying to get out of the pool, but instead she was caught up in the sensation of his body against hers.
“Now, who are you?” he asked simply as he held her tight.
“You’re naked,” she answered breathlessly, unable to think of anything other than the large strong man in front of her. Her hands were pressed up against his chest and she could feel the strength beneath them.
“That I know,” he answered simply. “What I don’t know is who you are and why you are here.”
She took a deep breath and tried to come to her senses, but it only served to slide his cock along her body suggestively. He felt so hard and long, pressing against her and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him inside her.
“Well, if you won’t tell me who you are, I may just have to call the police and let them sort it out,” he said with a smile.
“Please, just let me go,” she said simply, gathering herself and trying to use her arms and legs to push away. She made little progress other than moving his cock slightly lower so that it now pressed against her sensitive mound. She took a deep breath as the sensation ran along her body.
“I don’t think I want to,” he said as she looked up and realized that she wasn’t the only one getting aroused. His hands traveled down her back and she felt his fingers slide along her tight ass. It was like fire on her skin and she could barely think.
“Please, I’m the real estate agent,” she blurted under the heat of his touch. Her body was on fire and she just wanted to leave before she was completely lost. “Now let me go.”
“Since when are real estate agents supposed to swim in their client’s pool?” he asked, pulling her ass toward him and grinding his cock against her suggestively. “I imagine you could get in quite a bit of trouble for taking liberties like that at a client’s house. Maybe I should just check with your boss to be sure this was approved,” he said with a smile.
“My boss?” She swallowed hard as she realized what he was saying. If this got back to his boss, it would be grounds for her termination and she would lose the commission on this sale.
She looked up into his eyes, and took a deep breath to steady herself. “Please,” she begged, “don’t say anything to him.”
“Well then, what’s in it for me?” he said his hands sliding along her waist suggestively. He cupped her breast gently and her nipples instantly became erect. She gasped as he ran a finger along the sensitive tip.
“You know, if you want me to keep quiet,” he said as his hand tilted her head up toward him. “I can be bribed.”
One moment she was staring into his eyes, and the next his mouth claimed hers. His tongue ran across her lips and her lips parted. When his tongue swept inside, she felt her heartbeat quicken as his tongue danced in her mouth. His hands slid along her hips and her body tingled wherever he touched her. Instinctively she put her arms around his neck and felt him pull her even closer. She felt his cock pressed against her hard and demanding and she felt her pussy betray her and tighten with her desire.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her. “Well, what have you decided?” he asked.
Her stomach was doing flip flops as she tried to think. His hands ran along her breast and she felt herself gasp when he played with her erect nipples.
She knew she should leave, but she could barely think straight as he continued to press his demanding cock against her. “You can’t tell my boss,” she begged softly.
“Then I’ll take my bribe,” he said and his mouth came down on hers demanding and forceful. Her body became alive with sensation but she pulled away and tried to resist.
“No,” she said, swallowing hard to regain control.
His hands ran down her body, exploring, and cupped her ass, pulling her off her feet and up toward him. Unconsciously, she wrapped her legs around him and felt his hard cock, pushing against her pussy. Her nerves got the better of her for a moment and she tried to move away, but he held her in place, his cock pressed against her tight opening.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he slid his cock in front of her, letting it slide between her fold and run over her clit. “I don’t plan to fuck your sweet little pussy until you are begging for me to.” Bridget gasped
and she wasn’t sure it if it was from surprise at his words or the sensation that sent a thrill through her sex.
“No,” she said, her voice less sure that she hoped it would be “I won’t ever beg.”
“Yes,” he said as his hands moved down to her ass and found her pussy. “You will” he promised as he slid a finger in and out of her slick canal.
“And then it’s going to feel so good to fill your tight little pussy,” he said with an evil grin. Bridget felt him slide a second finger inside and she involuntarily contracted around his fingers, sending shivers of pleasure through her. He began sliding them in and out as he pushed against her little nub with his cock. Suddenly Bridget felt her excitement begin to grow and tried to control the desire that was overtaking her.
“No,” she whispered as she realized he was going to make her cum. “Oh, no… You can’t,” she groaned as his fingers became more insistent, his cock, more demanding.