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by J. S. Scott


  She moaned, her body on fire. She needed him to fuck her. She wanted his big cock slamming into her, filling her, making her climax. "Jason, please. Please," she begged as she squirmed on the pallet.

  "Something you want, sugar?" He asked casually as his finger stroked her clit.

  The man was a master at putting just enough pressure on the nub to make her insane with need.

  "Yes. Yes. Please.," she pleaded as her pussy burned.

  He had one hand teasing her clit, the other pinching her nipple as he asked patiently, "What is it you want, darlin'? Tell me."

  "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me with your hard, big cock. I need it," she panted, writhing as he continued to torture her. Had she been coherent, she probably would have flinched at her nasty words, but Jason seemed to bring out the wild woman in her and he seemed to want her to get down and dirty, begging him for release.

  Her body tightened as he continued to torture her with his light flicks to her bud. Not enough. Not enough.

  "You're so wet and hot. I have a notion to lick that sweet pussy," he replied as he continued toying with her.

  "No, Jason. Please. I need to come," she cried as her hips rotated in need.

  "Maddie...if I'm licking that sweet pussy...you will come," he answered smugly.

  He grabbed the pillow from the pallet and shoved it under her hips, leaving her open and vulnerable. He parted her legs as far as they could go and his head swooped down on her naked pussy, running his tongue over the slit, delving through the tender folds. She moaned as his velvet tongue touched her nub and started a steady, even rhythm, flicking over the sensitive bud.

  Maddie quivered, her hips thrashing, desperate for an orgasm. She felt lost in sensation and so very desperate to come. She had never climaxed during oral sex before, but unlike her few previous, short experiences…Jason seemed to relish it. His tongue lapped up her juices like it was nectar. His hands stroked the inside of her thighs as his mouth devoured her.

  "Oh God, Jason, yes," she screamed, lost to all control.

  She could feel his wet finger spreading her moisture to her anus. He kept wetting her asshole. His finger penetrate her slightly and she flinched, never having experienced the feeling of something invading her there. Her asshole was wet and his finger slid in easily to the first digit. It was a new sensation, and Jason didn’t go any further so it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just…different. It was a slow, shallow slide that felt incredible as he was fucking her ass with his finger and consuming her with his mouth. Sensation overload!...and she couldn’t contain her ecstasy.

  "Oh, my God!," she cried as she exploded. Her orgasm rocked her so hard she nearly came off of the pallet. He continued his relentless, aggressive attack, fucking her ass with his finger while his mouth ate her pussy like a starving man.

  She wasn't sure where one orgasm stopped and another began, but they seemed to last forever and she was aware of nothing else but her helpless surrender to the rolling waves that had her channel clenching and her body shaking.

  Jason slid up her body and took her mouth with his as the rocking of her body subsided. He tasted like sex, sin and her essence. His tongue licked down to her ear as he whispered, "You have the sweetest pussy I've ever licked and you come like a firecracker. Are you ready to ride with a cowboy, Maddie?"

  Maddie shivered. His voice was husky with passion. She could feel him trembling with desire, but he retained control. Eager to be filled, she reached down for his cock, but he grabbed her wrists, restraining them over her head. This cowboy definitely liked to be master and she was learning that she liked to be mastered by him. He easily restrained her wrists with one hand and reached for his cock with the other. He slid the head into her hot, sizzling entrance, slowly sliding that massive rod into her tight, slick channel.

  “Fuck me, Jason,” she pleaded as he buried himself to his balls. Her walls expanded, completely stretched by his size. It burned as she adjusted to his girth, but it felt so damned good to finally have him fill her.

  He groaned as he slid slowly in and out. He filled her completely, snugly and the feel of him buried deep inside of her nearly made her orgasm again as he stroked along her sweet spot. She was mindless...wanting only for his cock to slam inside of her.

  She nearly screamed in frustration as he suddenly pulled out, grunting as if it hurt to remove himself from her heat. He flipped her over, adjusting the pillow under her hips. He stroked her ass, rubbing each globe lovingly. "You have a beautiful ass."

  Her hips were grinding against the pillow, desperate to find her release. Just when she had obtained a good angle for friction, she felt his hand come down hard on her ass cheek.

  "Stop that squirming and don't get impatient, darlin'," he said as he stroked her ass. "You're going to get ridden hard and fast."

  She whimpered and kept grinding. The slap had only brought her urgency higher.

  "Maddie, we have to teach you to obey," he slapped her ass again sharply, heating her backside. He kept repeating it, over and over. Her pussy was burning as hotly as her rear and she was panting and writhing breathlessly, the ruthless punishment making her crazed. She was so close, but he had lifted her as he paddled her ass so that she couldn't orgasm from humping.

  She could hear his breathing, heavy and so very aroused. He positioned himself behind her and plunged into her in one smooth stroke.

  They moaned together at the feel of him entering her. He was so deep in this position, the pressure so erotically stimulating.

  "Oh God, darlin," he choked out. "You're so hot, wet and tight that I just want to fuck you hard and fast.”

  "Yes," she whimpered in complete agreement. She needed him to fuck her just like that. She need him; needed his cock possessing her, invading her.

  He starting pumping her, giving her no mercy as she gripped the pallet to keep from sliding as he pounded her. His cock speared her over and over, faster and faster. She felt his wet thumb slide into her asshole, fucking her to the same rhythm as his cock. She was completely undone. She was lost to his dark, sensual possession. Her orgasm came in waves, slamming her over and over again. She was screaming Jason's name, unable to utter anything coherent.

  Jason grunted as he pulled his thumb from her ass and grabbed her hips hard, slamming into her deeply, his balls and hips slapping onto her ass. He panted and hammered, completely out of control, finally releasing his stream deep into her womb with a deep groan of satisfaction. He rolled onto his back at her side, his chest heaving.

  They were both hot, sweaty and breathless. All that could be heard in the moments following their releases were ragged, panting breaths and relieved groans.

  Still breathing hard, Jason picked up Maddie and took her into the stream. The water was cold, but it felt good as she dunked her head and rinsed the sweat from her body. She started finger combing her hair as she reclined in the cold water.

  "Was that good enough for you to remain silent?" she questioned hesitantly, feeling suddenly awkward after the intense intimacy.

  "Well hell, Maddie. After that, you can come knock down any fence you want to." He was smiling, a sexy grin that she felt down to her toes. It was an expression that she had never seen on his face before…and it looked good on him.

  She suddenly needed to escape. It was impossible to stay near him and not want to touch that masculine, muscular body. "I need to go. Grandpa's got to be worried." She rose from the water, grabbing up a towel that he must have used previously that was sitting on a rock beside the stream. "You should do that more often," she told him impulsively as she grabbed for her clothes.

  "Do what?," he replied hopefully.

  She rolled her eyes. "Not THAT. I mean you should smile more often. It's very sexy.” Too sexy. Too dangerous. Jason was just playing with her.

  "If you would do me like that every day I'd walk around like an idiot that c
ould never stop smiling," he drawled, slow and sultry.

  Jason continued to play in the water until she was dressed and then he came striding out, grabbing the towel to rub the access water from his hair.

  Maddie had to contain a huge sigh. What a body! There was nothing like a muscular and mean cowboy…only she wasn't quite sure that Jason was completely mean. Maybe somewhat wicked, but not completely mean.

  "Jason, would you really have called the police and upset Grandpa?" Her voice was questioning and she watching him closely.

  "Nope!" He gave her a mischievous smile and a wink.

  She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. "So this was all just so that you would...that you could....--"

  "Fuck you senseless? Yep. I reckon it was." He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. "Hell, Maddie, I've had blue balls for you since you were sixteen. I avoided you mostly. You were way too young." He avoided her eyes as he answered.

  She looked at him suspiciously. "And the stolen cattle?"

  His grin was unrepentant as he drawled, “We had a few taken a while back, but it was a teenage prank. Got them back soon enough. I camped out here last night because I'm riding the fence. There's a few areas where it's rotting and needs to be replaced. I was trying to take note of them so the men could fix them." He had pulled his boots on and slipped his shirt over his head. He reached for their hats and placed hers on her head before donning his own.

  She was nearly speechless. She adjusted her hat and started walking towards her horse which had been left grazing over by the broken fence. "You are a real shit, Jason," she shot over her shoulder as she strode toward Sheba.

  Before she stepped out of the woods, she felt his arm around her waist, picking her up and pulling her onto the horse in front of him. When they reached her horse she slid quickly to the ground.

  "You plan to be mad for a while?" he questioned as he pushed the Stetson up out of his eyes to look at her.

  "Yes," she snipped back at him while she adjusted her saddle.

  "Then I guess if I were to ride over to your grandpa's ranch tomorrow morning that you wouldn't go out riding with me?" he sighed his question.

  Damn it! She slanted him a sideways glance. Why did he have to be so damned compelling. Her cowboy actually looked sad. How was she supposed to stay angry. Honestly, she wasn’t really that mad. It was a risky move on his part and it had her wondering what had really motivated him to do it. He could have almost any woman he wanted. She wouldn’t trade her experience with Jason for anything, but it wouldn’t hurt to make him stew about it for a while.

  He wanted her to ride with him? Was it possible that he wanted her for more than just a passing fling?

  She pulled herself into her saddle, her stinging ass an erotic reminder of their incredible, intimate encounter as she replied in what she hoped was a casual voice, "You could try, I suppose. I've learned that I rather like riding with a cowboy. It depends on what kind of mood I’m in tomorrow." She put her nose in the air like a snotty teenager as she urged Sheba forward.

  When she got far enough away from him, she lowered her head and smiled the rest of the way back to the ranch.

  *****

  Jason watched her ride away with her spine straight and proud and her pert nose in the air. His lips tiled up at the corners as he sighed. He'd go every day until she gave in, which he reckoned would be tomorrow-once she cooled down a bit.

  He’d had to wait for years for her to grow up. If he had his way – and he was determined that he would – she’d be riding with this cowboy for the rest of her days.

  ROUGH DAY FOR THE TEACHER (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)

  Heather Jordan sighed as she walked around the large university classroom, picking up trash from the floor and generally straightening up after the last class of the day had left the classroom. It had already been a long day, and she still needed to get home to do more work on her thesis. She had taken this job as a teaching assistant at the university, becoming the assistant to Professor Dr. Alex Hanson for the experience of being a teacher. Heather was quickly learning that it wasn't what she really wanted to do. She was fairly certain she wanted a research position after obtaining her PhD in Chemistry.

  Spying a magazine under one of the folded chairs, she swiped it up and dropped into one of the chairs. She kicked off her black high heeled shoes, which were killing her feet. She massaged her tortured feet and toes and then she reached back and released her hair from it's confining bun at the nape of her neck. Black hair spilled over her shoulders as she continued to rub the arches of her feet.

  Teaching at the university meant wearing conservative clothing. She had on the requisite heeled shoes, pencil knee length skirt and conservative short jacket, all in black, the only relief being the snow white conservative blouse.

  She told herself she would just take a short break before getting her backpack and heading for home.

  She put her stocking covered feet on the seat in front of her, wriggling them to increase the circulation. The heels weren't comfortable and she made a mental note to herself to get a new, more comfortable pair.

  She looked absently at the magazine in her hand and nearly choked. It was a pornographic magazine and from the looks of the cover... it was pretty hardcore. She thumbed through the pages curiously, never having really read a triple X hardcore magazine before. She held it up across her face as she eyed some of the photos. Oh my God...some of the images! She bit her lip as she eyed one image in particular. A full page image of a woman with her hands tied and her head pushed down onto a table of some sort. A buff, handsome man was fucking her from behind and the woman had a look of ecstasy on her face.

  Heather squirmed in her chair and flushed as she continued to stare at the image. She thumbed through more pages, engrossed in the erotic scenes playing out on the glossy pages.

  She knew she should toss the magazine away, but curiosity made her turn the pages, revealing image after image of erotic scenes. She was twenty-five years old, but she had spent a fairly sheltered existence, spending most of her adult years so far in school and working as a teaching assistant. She wasn't a virgin. She had been with a few boyfriends, but she had never really understood what the other women raved over when it came to sex. She had wondered if there was something wrong with her. She was a walking hormone, usually horny, but never really satisfied.

  As she flipped to the back cover of the magazine she literally jumped out of her chair. As she closed the page she could see someone standing right in front her, quietly waiting to be noticed. She winced as she stood. It was Dr. Hanson.

  She slipped the hand holding the magazine behind her back. "Dr. Hanson," she greeted him with a shaky voice. "I thought you had left for the day."

  Professor Hanson was a handsome, mature man. Heather thought he was probably somewhere in his late thirties. He worked out...and it showed. He was muscular and trim. His eyes were deep blue and his hair a gorgeous, tawny blond and was kept neatly trimmed. He was dressed immaculately in a dark blue suit, a lighter blue starched shirt and a tie with multiple shades of blue. It was a nice package.

  You have a thing for this stern, controlled college professor. Admit it.

  Oh, hell yeah..she did. There was something alluring about this handsome but stoic man that turned her on.

  "I was on my way home, Heather. I realized I had forgotten something and needed to come back." His voice was stern and serious, the same as usual. He wasn't a jovial man and he took his chemistry classes and learning in general very seriously. "Were you enjoying the magazine?"

  "Oh...the magazine!” She clenched her hand around it, hoping he wouldn’t notice exactly what it was. “I just found it on the floor as I was cleaning up, Dr Hanson."

  "It looked to me like you were reading it and studying it intensely. I've been watching you for the last five minut
es. I even video taped it with my phone," he informed her casually as he lifted his hand which contained his cell phone. He switch it off and dropped it into his pocket.

  "No," she cried. "It isn't mine. I found it on the floor."

  "Let me see it," he commanded softly.

  "I'd rather not, Dr. Hanson," she replied nervously. "It's not really a nice magazine."

  "Let me see it." He held out his hand and snapped his fingers.

  Having no choice, Heather relinquished the magazine into his hand. She cringed as he flipped through the pages. He dropped the magazine on the chair, opened to the page that had so intrigued her.

  "You know how bad this looks for you, Heather. Sitting with your feet up and hair down, intently reading a pornographic magazine while on the job," he told her quietly. "It's very naughty behavior for a graduate student who wants to impress the faculty here. If my video of you should leek out or if I told anyone about it, the news would travel fast. The world of chemists isn't that big in this area . You would have a very hard time finding a job."

 

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