Crime & Punishment (Collection 2): Five Erotic Stories of Sexual Submission

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by V. R. Dunlap


  He slid his other hand up and over her round firm breasts and Bridget gasped as her nipples tightened into hard erect buds. He cupped her in his hand and his thumb ran over the tiny nub and sent tingles through her stomach. She moaned softly, nearly undone by the sensations he was creating. Suddenly, he pushed a third finger inside of her as he squeezed gently on her nipple, and Bridget realized she was no longer in control. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he continued his relentless assault stretching out her orgasm as she writhed in front of him.

  Instead of making her less aroused, the orgasm only made her worse. His cock continued to push at her throbbing clit, and her pussy pulsed as her muscles tightened and released around his fingers. Her breath was ragged as she realized how much she did want him to fuck her.

  He moved them both to the edge of the pool and turned her to face the wall. With one hand he cupped her breast and teased her erect nipple while his other hand slid down her stomach. He deftly parted her soft folds, opening her up and exposing her tight bud to the water. Suddenly, she felt the water push against her sensitive nub, and she realized he had placed her in front of one of the pool jets. He held her pussy lips open in front of it, making the water rush over her hardened clit and causing her body to tremble again with her excitement. The water pushed hard against her, tickling and torturing as he held in place. As she moaned against the sensation, she felt his cock pressing against her soft opening. The water played with her clit and her pussy muscles contracted again against the emptiness and she knew what she wanted.

  She felt him taking her higher and higher, her body betraying her. She took a deep breath to steady herself and it came out as a sultry groan.

  “What do you want?” he asked softly, whispering it into her ear.

  She shook her head, trying to control her response.

  “Do you want to be fucked?” he asked as his cock pressed against her a little harder. She knew she wanted it but tried to resist his words.

  “Do you want my long hard cock to fill your sweet little pussy?” he asked his words slow and soft, “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock pounding deep inside your tight cunt?”

  The sensations were getting to be too much. His words ran through her head as the water pounded against her clit and his hands teased her breasts. She felt shivers of pleasure through her body and realized she couldn’t take much more.

  “Yes,” she answered softly, her voice a faint whisper.

  “Yes, what?” he asked. She felt his body tense behind her and moaned with anticipation.

  She hesitated, not speaking, not wanting to admit it to herself that he had made her so desperate for him.

  “Yes, what?” he asked again his voice a sultry growl as his hand ran along her breasts and sent shivers of pleasure down to her throbbing clit.

  “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” she said again, her voice trembling from her desire. “Please fuck me” she said.

  She felt his cock moved ever so slightly into her pussy, slowly stretching just the edge of her as he entered. Bridget let out a desperate moan and unsuccessfully tried to push herself down on him.

  “Say it again,” he ordered, his cock unmoving inside her. “Beg for my cock.”

  Bridget groaned as she realized what she had become. She wanted him. She needed him more than she had ever needed any man before him.

  “Please,” she said softly, “I want your cock, I want to feel it inside me,” the last words part cry and part moan as she realized she was beyond control.

  He entered her slowly and she felt him fill her pussy to the breaking point. His thick cock was pushing her apart, and she felt like he would split her in two, but the sensation was intoxicating. She pushed against him, desperate to take in more of him, feeling her body stretch to accommodate his thick member and wanting to have him fully inside her. When his balls pressed up against her ass, she let out a low groan.

  “You feel so good,” he said, as he slowly pulled out and then back in, thrusting his cock deep inside her with every stroke. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of him fucking her, of the water rushing over her clit and his fingers playing with her nipples. With one hand she reached behind her and found his rock hard ass. She felt his rhythm as he continued to plow into her, pushing against her and getting deeper with each thrust.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned as she felt the fire start growing in her stomach, a small ember that threatened to consume her. Bridget leaned back against him as the orgasm began to rise up inside her. Her pussy tightened around him, intensifying the sensation of his cock sliding into her. His thrusting became more forceful and he pushed deeper and harder inside of her.

  He moaned into her neck and sent chills down to her pussy. Her arms and legs began to tremble as she felt the orgasm start to overtake her. Almost in time with her, his strokes get even more powerful and he pushed harder inside her, his breath ragged and desperate. She groaned with pleasure as the orgasm began to wash over her body and she felt his thrust even harder as he found his own release.

  Bridget just stood there unmoving for a moment, her body in exhaustion and her brain in confusion. How had he done this to her, she wondered as she turned to look at him.

  He smiled over at her and gently gave her a kiss on her lips. She sighed into his kiss and let herself relax in his arms, the water cooling their overheated bodies.

  After a few minutes, the silence was broken by the ring of a cell phone.

  “That’s mine,” he said as he left the pool and started inside.

  “I don’t even know your name” she said still in the pool as she watched him walk away.

  “True” he answered and walked into the house.

  * * * * *

  Bridget sat at her desk, not sure of what to do next. The sale was going through just fine, but all she could think about was the man she had met. Part of her wanted to find him, but he hadn’t even given her his name. Once they left the pool, everything had happened so fast, he got a call, the other agent called her back and eventually, they had both left without even exchanging names or numbers.

  She shook her head and rolled her eyes at her folly. He had been clear what he wanted and he got it. He had never said he would see her again, and she sighed realizing he probably didn’t want to. She had been running the entire thing over and over in her head all morning and it wasn’t getting any better.

  When she got the call to go to her boss’ office, she perked up immediately. With any luck, this sale would snap her out of her doldrums and be the beginning of more good transactions. She walked quickly to his office, knocked on the door, showed herself in, and nearly lost her breath.

  “Ah, there you are, Miss Sullivan,” her boss began in a serious tone.

  Sitting in front of him was the man she had met the day before. He had promised her he wouldn’t say a word, and now here he was in her boss’s office. She kicked herself for caring about him while he was obviously just using her. Her heart sank and she wasn’t sure if she were more upset about the deal or the betrayal.

  The both stood up and her boss came around his desk. “I would like to introduce you two,” he began but she cut him off.

  “I believe we met already,” she said, venom dripping from each word as she stared daggers at the man who had betrayed her. She wanted to yell at him, defend herself, something, but no words came to mind. He was looking at her with those same mischievous dark eyes and she hated that they still made her pulse quicken.

  Her boss looked from one to the other and then back to her, “When did you meet Mr. Fritz?”

  The words stuck in her head. Was this man she had met, the Dillon Fritz? “Mr. Dillon Fritz?” she asked with trepidation.

  “Yes” Dillon answered, offering her his hand. “I don’t think we were properly introduced the last time we met.”

  “Oh really?” her boss asked, dismissing the entire thing. “Well, just the same, we have to talk about the Fritz mansion.”

  “Appare
ntly Mr. Dillon here says he was very impressed with how quickly you were able to sell his property.”

  His property? The words stuck in her head. She looked over at him and he just smiled knowingly.

  “He insisted on meeting you to thank you in person” her boss continued.

  She looked up and his eyes were dancing, “I would like to take you to dinner,” he suggested casually. “The last time we met, we didn’t have a chance to talk about how we are going to move forward” he said with a wink.

  She smiled as she realized his meaning “I would love that,” she answered.

  As he smiled at her she realized her life would never be the same.

  Built Big

  Megan sighed with frustration as she sat in her oppressively hot kitchen and looked at her watch. She had been waiting nearly all day and the electrician still hadn’t arrived.

  She considered calling Chris again, but finally dismissed it as a bad idea. After all, he was the one who had gotten her into this mess! When he offered to rewire her AC for a six-pack of beer, she thought she was getting a bargain. But after she saw his work, she realized she had overpaid.

  The AC turned on, but it shut off at random intervals and half the time it blew warm air. Even worse, he actually ran the wires on the outside of the wall. She had never seen anything like it. Finally this morning, she had tried to fix it herself, but that only made matters worse. Now the AC wouldn’t turn on and there wasn’t any power in the bedrooms or the bathrooms.

  She sipped at her ice water sullenly as she realized just how bad things had gotten. When she bought the huge house, she moved in thinking it would be her dream home. As costs mounted, she realized it was turning into a nightmare. It seemed like every time she tried to do something herself to save a few dollars the problem would only get worse.

  Now, she had been waiting almost the entire day and was just hoping this repair would be affordable. When the bell finally rang, Megan jumped to her feet and nearly ran to the door.

  When she opened the door, she was surprised by the man on the other side. His biceps stretched the too-small T-shirt to its limit. His broad chest tapered to a flat stomach and powerful legs. Megan took a deep breath and for a moment forgot what she was doing.

  “I’m Brian. Did you call about an electrical problem?” he asked with a charming smile.

  “A what?” she said, her mind not working quite right after that smile. She stared into his light green eyes and idly wondered what it would be like to run her fingers over those large muscles.

  “Your electric,” he asked simply, with a confident grin, “is it broken?”

  Suddenly Megan felt incredibly foolish as she realized how she had been staring. She wondered what had come over her. She gathered herself together and opened the door wider.

  “Yes, of course, my electric,” she stumbled, “the problem is outside,” she said as she pointed to the back door.

  He smiled again, and Megan nearly melted. When he walked through the house Megan couldn’t help watching him. He body was all strength and sinew. She found herself wondering if all of him would be that big and hard and then caught herself.

  She led him outside to where the air conditioning system was sitting and he looked it over quickly.

  “Wow, who did this?” he asked with genuine surprise.

  “I had a guy hook up the AC yesterday.”

  “Well, if you have his license number, he could probably be thrown into jail for this.”

  Megan smiled weakly. “Well, no, he was just a friend.”

  He continued to stare at the mess “and why did he pull the wires out of the wall?”

  “Well,” she added her cheeks flushing, “I actually did that part this morning when I was trying to fix it.”

  He looked at her and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked with surprise.

  “The thing is, I’m not supposed to touch a problem this bad. Electrical work of this magnitude requires a permit from the city. But after that you can probably get it done for under a couple thousand dollars.”

  She was still thinking of how long it would take to get a permit when she realized what he’d just said. “Wait, a couple thousand dollars?”

  He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the exposed wires. “These wires aren’t even rated to carry this much current and will need to be completely redone. If your guy used that grade wire here, I’ll need to re-check the entire house and that isn’t cheap. When people cut corners like this, people can die. To be honest, I’ve done electrical work for years and I have never seen a mess this bad.”

  Megan was overwhelmed by the enormity of the problem. She leaned back against the wall of her house, slid down to the ground and put her head in her hands. She was out of money, she was out of credit and her house was about to spontaneously combust.

  “Isn’t there anything you can do?” she asked looking up at him, “I just don’t have that kind of money. Is a permit really necessary?”

  “Look, I would love to help out, but, I could lose my license,” he said seriously, looking down at her.

  Tears began forming in her eyes and she looked away. “What am I supposed to do?” she asked, more to herself than to him. The silence hung between them.

  “Sometimes you need to be creative,” he said pointedly.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, looking up with hope in her eyes.

  “Just how much do you want my help?” he asked suggestively, his thumb casually resting inside the waist of his jeans.

  She felt a surge of hope and looked up at him.

  “Well, I don’t suppose anyone could blame me if I helped out a close friend” he said.

  Megan looked at him in confusion but suddenly realized what he meant. Butterflies ran through her stomach and her mouth dropped open.

  “No, I can’t,” she started and corrected herself, “I mean, I won’t,” she said more firmly.

  “No problem. Just trying to find a way to help,” he said simply and he turned away and started to collect his things. “Remember to shut off the electric as soon as possible before this thing starts a fire. I will report this to the city tomorrow morning so they should be by later in the week.”

  Megan looked down, realizing the severity of her situation. She hated the idea of trading herself like this, but she didn’t see any other choice.

  “No please, don’t leave,” she said still sitting on the ground, “Please, I’ll do anything if you will help me.”

  He walked back over and stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. “Really?” he asked looking down at her.

  She gulped and wondered just what she had gotten herself into. “Yes.”

  “Then show me. Unzip my pants.”

  Megan eyes opened large with surprise but raised herself onto her knees obediently. Her head was now directly in front of the large bulge in his pants and she just stared, hesitating.

  “Well, should I go?” he said.

  “No,” she said quickly and swallowed hard. “Please don’t.”

  Her hands slowly moved up to the top of his stomach, touching hard muscle along the way. She undid the button slowly and took a deep breath as her fingers found his zipper. She could feel him beneath her hands, his cock, large and hard and wondered what he would look like. As she undid the zipper, she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and tingles ran down to her stomach.

  She pulled the zipper down all the way and his large member jutted free. She looked at his hard cock with surprise as she realized just how thick and long he was and felt her panties get damp. She had never seen a man that big before. She found herself wondering what a cock that large would feel like inside her and her pussy muscles contracted tightly.

  “Show me what a good job you can do,” he said as he pushed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He stood in front of her, his cock erect and his balls hanging heavily beneath a nest of dark sandy curls.

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sp; Megan took a deep breath and cupped his balls with one hand as the other ran along the base of his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him and she was surprised when she realized her thumb barely met her other fingers. She squeezed him gently and couldn’t believe how firm his cock had become. Gently, she ran her hand down and up his giant cock and she felt him get even harder. She stared at the dark purple tip and watched entranced as a small amount of his juice came out.

  Brian pushed her head down and she gasped as she understood his silent demand. She felt tingles of excitement travel to her stomach as she leaned her mouth toward his large throbbing cock. When she flicked her tongue out and tasted the salty precum on his tip, she wanted more. Slowly she ran her tongue along the large head, licking his cock and tasting his salty juice. She placed her lips at his tip and opened her mouth slightly to take him inside. When she had his entire head in her mouth, she pulled away again, letting her tongue dance over the tip of his cock.

 

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