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

by V. R. Dunlap

  “That’s a good girl,” he moaned and it sent shivers of excitement through her, making her bolder and more aggressive. She pushed her mouth down again, this time taking him in farther before she pulled away. He put his hands up and steadied himself on the wall of the house behind her and she felt heady with the excitement and control.

  Gently she squeezed his balls as her mouth took him in again. She started sucking up and down on his throbbing cock running her tongue along his length. One hand squeezed the base of him while the other lightly rubbed his balls. Each time she sucked him into her mouth, she took him a bit farther in and she felt him getting harder. When he groaned loudly, she felt herself become slick with her own excitement.

  He pulled her roughly to her feet and she saw the arousal in his face as he looked at her. She kept her hands on his cock, massaging his balls and sliding her fingers gently along his thick member.

  “Not yet,” he said simply as he released a ragged breath.

  He looked in her eyes and she felt herself take a quick breath. He put his hands to her waist and slowly slid them under the small tank top. She felt his hands travel along the front of her breasts and it sent warm shivers through her.

  “Take it off,” he ordered.

  “But, I thought,” she began and he cut her off.

  “You want it fixed right, don’t you?”

  She took a deep breath and pulled the tank over her head to reveal the soft lacy bra beneath. He ran his hands over the silky fabric and quickly undid the clasp, sliding the bra to the ground. He explored her breasts, rolling the nipples tenderly between his fingertips until they stiffened under his touch. Tendrils of fire made their way to her pussy and she knew her panties must be soaked.

  Brian cupped one full breast in his hand and leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. His teeth ran over her erect nub and she gasped from the sensation. As his mouth teased her, his hands moved lower and lower until they reached her short jean shorts and undid the button.

  Megan jumped with surprise and tried to move his hands away. Brian easily pushed her hands aside and continued to unzip the shorts “You don’t have much choice,” he said simply as he pushed her shorts down to her feet. His hand slid along her body until it found her pussy. He pushed his palm against her soft mound pressing her clit through her thin panties.

  “Well?” he asked as her pushed her panties down to the floor. His hands ran along the inside of her thighs and slowly traveled up to her sensitive slit. His hands rubbed against her, and his fingers slid along her wet fold. His fingers slowly opened her pussy, found her small bud and rubbed it gently. “Well, what do you want?”

  She gasped as his thumb made circles over the sensitive nub. She knew she should tell him to leave, she knew she should find another way, and she tried to muster some defense. But when his hand squeezed the tiny bud, all thoughts of what was appropriate fled her mind. He slid a finger inside her and she felt electricity shoot up through stomach and to her breasts.

  “You are so wet,” he said as his finger slid in and out of her slick pussy. “The truth is you want to be fucked. Don’t you?”

  She moaned as she realized he was right. This man, this stranger had her so aroused that all she could think about was how much she wanted his big hard cock inside of her. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily around his finger and she knew he had his answer.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked again as his other hand cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and he ran his nail across it suggestively.

  She gasped from the sensation and leaned back against the wall to steady herself. His calloused fingers played with her erect nipple, sending thrills through her breasts and down to her pussy.

  “You’re soaked,” he said as he slipped another finger into her slick channel. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

  She wasn’t used to a man having this much control over her body as she realized she was lost and ready to do whatever he asked. Megan’s body was on fire. All she could think about was fucking him, feeling his large cock inside her, her body wrapped around him.

  “You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked. Don’t you?” He squeezed her clit for emphasis, sending sensations rushing through her pussy. “Tell me,” he said pausing to suck on her nipple, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”

  “Yes,” she reluctantly admitted.

  “Then let’s see just how ready you are,” he said as he swept her up in his arms. He carried her into the house and put her down on her living room rug, spreading her legs apart and kneeling between them.

  “Now, hold your knees back and open your legs wide,” he ordered as he bent her knees toward her and pushed her inner thighs apart. “Perfect,” he said looking down at her pussy spread open in front of him.

  Brian’s hands slid along her warm wet slit and she felt warm chills run through her. He pulled her pussy lips apart and revealed her small nub. He made soft circles over her swollen clit and she threw her head back, closing her eyes, not believing how fast everything was happening. His fingers slid along her wet pussy and she moaned as they brushed her little nub again. When his thumb ran across it softly her hips arched in response.

  “Your little pussy is just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” he asked as he pushed her legs even further apart. She let out a deep sigh as her pulse began to race.

  Suddenly, she felt him stop and she moaned in frustration, raising her hips up to him. He pushed her back down and shifted. She felt a slight breeze on her face and her eyes flew open. He’d swung his leg over and his cock was dangling right over her face. She knew what he wanted and she wanted it too.

  She parted her lips to take him into her mouth and felt his tongue resume its assault on her clit. She took him deep and moaned on his cock. His chest pressed down on her legs, pushing them until they were as far apart as they could go. Her hands moved to the base of his cock, gently touching his balls and squeezing the base of his shaft. As she sucked him into her mouth, she felt his tongue trace circles around her clit while he slid a finger inside her throbbing pussy.

  The sensations were so intense that Megan was overwhelmed. She felt like her body was on fire, excitement shooting through her as he sucked on her and drove her crazy.

  She moaned softly, but Brian kept teasing her keeping her just on the edge of climax, stopping just before she found her release. Her breathing began to get ragged and she started sucking harder on his large cock, trying to take as much into her mouth as she could.

  Brian’s tongue ran the length of her pussy, sliding along the tiny bud and she knew she was nearly undone. When he slid a second finger inside her she groaned with pleasure as her orgasm began to build in her stomach. Every time he licked her clit, she sucked harder on his cock, as she felt her body becoming overwhelmed by the sensations.

  Megan was beyond control, writhing underneath him and pressing her pussy up into his skilled mouth. He sucked hard on her clit and when he slid a third finger inside her it sent her over the edge. He continued to tease her little bud, drawing out her orgasm and overwhelming her senses.

  Her pussy was pulsing with her need and her body still ached for him. Before she could calm down he turned, and in one swift motion, his mouth met hers and his cock pushed against her hot opening.

  “I am going to enjoy fucking your soaking wet pussy,” he said whispering softly into her ear as his cock pressed against her.

  He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he continued to inch his way further inside her. He pushed forward slowly, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.

  Megan moaned with pleasure as she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.

  “Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently
touch her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.

  Megan had never had a man fill her pussy so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast, his balls hitting against her ass. Megan pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.

  His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Megan arched her back as wave after wave of orgasm overwhelmed her body and she began to tremble uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with sensation. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls slapped against her ass. He groaned with his desire and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep inside her, pulsing as he came inside her.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body still in shock from the mind blowing orgasms she had just had.

  An immeasurable time later, Brian lifted himself up onto his elbows and hovered over her, his lips just out of reach. He brushed a wayward hair off her cheek and leaned down and kissed her.

  “I’ll be back tonight to redo all the electrical,” he said simply “You certainly met your end of our deal.”

  Megan’s was speechless. He seemed so casual that she couldn’t help wondering if this was still just a business deal to him. She knew they hadn’t had time to talk or even think, but she had been so overwhelmed by her response to him that she thought he felt it too.

  “Wow, this place really isn’t built well for a new house,” he said as looked around her house idly. Megan could not believe how distant he seemed as he analyzed every inch of the house. His cock was still inside her! How could even think about the house? She wanted to just close her eyes and disappear, but he was still lying on top of her, trapping her there next to him.

  “You know,” he said as he continued to scan the room “I am also a pretty decent handyman and frankly, from what I see here, I think you need one. It would have to be a fair trade again,” he said with a cocky grin, his eyes locked on hers. “So, what do you say? Do you need any help with this big house?”

  Megan looked up at him wondering if he meant what she hoped he meant, “Well, yes, I suppose I could use some help,” she answered hesitantly.

  “Of course, it won’t be easy. A job like this could take months to get in shape. Do you think you could get used to me hanging around here regularly?” he asked with a wicked smile that promised more.

  She smiled, as she understood what he had in mind. “Why yes. Yes I think I could.”

  Up In The Air

  Her legs were burning and she was out of breath by the time she saw her gate come into view. She kept running, even though the sign said “Departed” hoping that maybe it was wrong and there was a chance that she could still board the plane. She stopped in front of the gate assistant, gasping for air as she tried to speak. “Please, I have to get onto the 5:40 flight to the Grand Caymans”.

  The airline employee on the other side of the desk looked up, calm, collected and polite but completely indifferent. “I am so sorry Miss, but the flight has already taken off. If you would like, we can see if there’s space on the next flight out.”

  Lisa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in relief. “Oh, thank you. I was so worried I would miss the wedding,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

  The ticket machine clicked and clattered as her new ticket was printed. “Here you are Miss,” he said with a smile. “Your ticket is all set for 5:40 tomorrow, to the Grand Caymans.”

  “Tomorrow!” she nearly shouted. “I can’t leave tomorrow, I have to leave today! The wedding is tomorrow afternoon and I’m the maid of honor! Please, you have to get me on another flight.”

  “Well, I could try to move you to the 1:30 tomorrow on standby if you would like, but…”

  She cut him off, “No, that doesn’t work. I need to be on the beach by 1pm.” Lisa could feel herself getting more and more upset. “First your company kept us on the tarmac in New York for nearly four hours without an explanation and because of it I missed my flight. Now you’re saying there is nothing you can do?”

  “I am so sorry miss, but there are no other flights out tonight. We can however offer you a voucher for $100 to compensate you for your trouble.”

  Lisa shook her head, unwilling to accept what he was telling her but it was no use. She fought a little longer, but eventually gave up and threw herself into one of the nearby empty seats, upset and frustrated.

  She had been best friends with Bridget since they roomed in college and Bridget had always been there for her. Now, Bridget was getting married after a whirlwind romance to real estate tycoon Dillon Fritz and Lisa was going to miss the wedding. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her ticket, trying desperately to think of any way to get to the remote islands.

  “…yeah, to the Grand Caymans tonight,” an airline employee said on the phone as he walked past. “It’s a private charter flight for Mr. Adam Cole. I think it leaves at 7pm.”

  Lisa’s ears perked up as she overheard the conversation and had an idea. She picked up her phone and pretended to dial.

  “Bridget, hey, this is Lisa. I am so sorry to tell you I missed my flight, and it looks like I won’t be able to make your wedding after all,” she spoke loudly and looked over at the gate attendant as she did so. He looked back at her and gave her a weak little smile.

  She continued, “No, there aren’t any more flights out today,” and paused for effect. “No, I made it as far as Miami... Miami, Florida, duh. What’s so funny? What do you mean Adam’s here? Shut up! Seriously!?!?!? Do you know what time he’s supposed to leave? Oh, thank god. Ok, I’ll find him and see you tonight.” She looked up at the gate attendant excitedly, put her hand over the phone and whispered to him.

  “Where do the private flights leave from?”

  He looked over and cocked his head. “Well, they could leave from any gate; it depends on the type of plane, the pilot…”

  She cut him off, “It’s the bride's good friend, Adam Cole,”

  He interrupted her, “She is good friends with the Adam Cole, the billionaire? Really?” he said doubtfully.

  “Yes.” she answered hoping that she sounded more confident than she felt. “And he has a charter flight leaving tonight and she said he would take me. I just need the gate – she is arranging everything as we speak. Where should I go?” she asked urgently.

  Flustered the gate attendant looked at his computer and back up at her. “Well, Mr. Cole is leaving from gate B12, but you aren’t listed as a guest, and I don’t see how...”

  His voice trailed off behind her as she closed her phone and darted for Gate B12. She was going to find a way to make this flight no matter what.

  * * * * *

  She had been double talking, cajoling, demanding and doing whatever she could to find a way onto the charter flight and so far, it had worked. She couldn’t believe her luck as she crossed the distance to the plane. All she had to do was bluff her way on board and she would be in the Cayman Islands in no time.

  She didn’t know what she was expecting, but the plane was much smaller than she had thought it would be. She had this idea that the charter would have been for a few people, maybe a business meeting or a family trip, but this plane was downright tiny. She gathered herself and confidently started up the stairs onto the plane, sure that at any second she would be challenged by a stewardess, and her entire plan would be exposed. But when she got to the top, there was complete silence.

  She peeked inside and couldn’t believe the luxury. She had thought a charter plane was just a smaller airliner with few
er seats. Instead, the interior looked more like a very comfortable living room. The few seats were overstuffed leather lounge chairs, one on each side to make a couple of small rows. The plane had everything from a bucket of chilled champagne to a full table. For the first time, Lisa began to panic. The flight was so small that she wondered where she could hide and how she was going to keep from being noticed.

  “Welcome Aboard.”

  Lisa spun around suddenly startled. The man who was standing before her was even more of a surprise. He was tall, nearly a foot taller than she was, with short dark brown hair and even darker eyes. His was muscular, but not overly so, with the kind of body a swimmer would be proud of. His clothes were impeccable from the crisp white button down shirt to his perfectly polished black leather shoes.