A Dominant Anthology

by Ethan Radcliff

  Her legs tightened around me, her hands brought my face down to hers, and we kissed again deeply. Our bodies were slick with perspiration and our hearts were beating hard. I needed relief. She grabbed onto me, her legs tightening around my waist, and I came hard.

  She shook her head back and forth. “Oh, dear God,” she said breathlessly.

  My breathing was as hard as hers was. I had been with women, but this one, this hotheaded redhead, had touched me in a way no woman before her had. I stared down into her flushed, beautiful face.

  “Still think a woman can’t have multiple orgasms?” I said, trying hard not to give her one of my self-assured smiles.

  She glared at me. “So you proved your point.”

  “What, no thank you?”

  “So, you want to hear me say it, don’t you? You’re a fucking magician. Fucking multiple orgasms, that’s never happened to me before.”

  “Thanks, but I’m not a magic at all. I just know what women need and how to make it happen.”

  She moved her face from me. “I don’t make a habit of fucking men I hardly know. I’m not some loose bimbo.”

  “Really?” I laughed. Miss Tory March wasn’t lying. I knew that from the moment we met. Make no mistake about it. I had an ice queen underneath me, one who never allowed her body to feel or let down its defenses. Yet with me, she surrendered. It was easy to say I had a way with women. Women called me many names, but lately, The Magician seemed to fit. I was a wonder, my ten-inch cock and me, yeah, a great fuck. Lately, it didn’t seem to matter as much as it used to.

  Chapter Two

  Miranda Williams was statuesque, gracious, and fifteen years my senior. Her demeanor was cold, unemotional, and stern. I had been with plenty of older women. In fact, they used male escorts more than most because they had the money to do so. However, this was different. I was here for one reason and that was to have sex.

  "You'll do. I hope you know how to eat pussy. So many men, even escorts, haven't a clue."

  I had to smile. Miranda had no idea who she was dealing with. "Your wish is my command. I can deliver an orgasm you won't forget."

  "You're so sure of yourself.” She was now standing in my face and unzipping my suit trousers. Her hand dipped into my boxers. "My, you're a big boy. Hope you know how to use that thing."

  She was looking to intimidate me. That was going to be hard. She did excite me, because every so often I got off on a strong and domineering woman. However, that was occasional. Tonight this cougar would find her match in me.

  I let her fondle my cock. Her hands knew their way around a man’s body. Her lips touched mine lightly. It was obvious that she wanted to seduce me. I would let her enjoy herself. I found that each woman I serviced had a fantasy, one I always tried to fulfill. In this instance, I could tell she wanted to be the pursuer.

  I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down to her knees. Was she surprised? By the look on her face, slightly, but she went down on them just the same.

  “Open your mouth,” I commanded.

  Her small smirk gave me chills. Oh, she was sexy, and I was anxious for her mouth to devour me. I ached and was hard with need. I entangled my hands in her hair and shoved my cock down her throat. I fucked her mouth and watched her gag several times. Her hands gripped my thighs and her fingernails dug into them, the pain aroused me. My hips moved boldly, my hands gripped her by the hair as I increased my thrusts, and my balls tightened. Then she pulled away.

  “You’re ready to come. However, I’m not ready to let you. Now it’s my turn,” she said and stood. She moved her body closer and then ran a finger across my lower lip. She began crushing her ample body against mine.

  My laugh was low and came from deep within my throat. I gripped the cheeks of her ass as my cock ached to be inside her. I wanted to thrust my cock deep, knowing she could take all of me.

  “Do you want to fuck here? Or should we move toward the bed?” I asked, as I wrapped my arms around her.

  She sat on the bed with her thighs outstretched. It took a little effort to push her back and spread her legs wide. As I knelt, I hiked her legs over my shoulders and began my assault on her pussy, my tongue flicking at her swollen clit. With each erotic motion from my mouth, her hands pulled at my hair and her hips began to move as she fucked my tongue. I sensed she was on the verge of an orgasm.

  “Yes, oh yes, I’m going to come.” She stopped pulling my hair and her body arched up as I sucked hard, experiencing her orgasm with her. The tiny ripples touched my tongue and I smiled. Again, I fulfilled another fantasy.

  Her body rocked for a few seconds then she expelled a large breath and a sigh. I sat back on my haunches as her body gave into the pleasure she had sought. However, I wasn’t finished. My cock ached and needed relief. Without further ceremony, I spread her thighs wide and rammed my weeping dick into her. We had established on the onset of our agreement I’d forgo a condom. I had recent blood work done, which was a requirement of the agency. Moreover, the agency made each client submit to a screening.

  I continued my carnal assault on my client and fucked her hard, bringing on another tumultuous orgasm. Her screams attested to the intensity. I let out one last “fuck” and collapsed on Miranda.

  “You’re as good as they say,” she said breathlessly.

  “Better,” I answered.

  She moved up on an elbow. “You’re a cocky one, aren’t you?”

  “I can afford to be. Did I get you off, Miranda?” I smiled seductively and watched her mouth move up in a small smile.

  Heavy eyelids scanned my face. “Yes, you did, Ricardo, and more than once,” she said quietly.

  I could see me going one more round with her. Miranda Williams was still a beautiful, desirable woman, which led to my next question.

  “Why are you alone and hiring the likes of me?” Once the statement left my mouth, I took my eyes from hers.

  “Because I’m fussy and rich,” Her matter-of-fact reply surprised me. “I married a rich older man when I was twenty-one. He was sixty. Don’t get me wrong, he had a few good years left in him and we did have fun. I mean, he was dripping in money, and attractive, but love him, no I didn’t. By the time he was sixty-eight, he began to wane. I guessed there was something wrong with him, that he was keeping something from me.”

  I watched her eyes fill slightly. She’d obviously cared for him in some way. “And…” I asked.

  “He lasted another nine months just long enough to witness his daughter’s birth. Pancreatic cancer took him three weeks later.” She’d managed to pull herself together and the cold, calculated woman was back.

  “So you were twenty-nine at the time?”

  “Yes, I was.”

  “And no one since then?”

  Her hand came to my face and she ran her fingers across my lips. “Oh, there were plenty. I was a rich young widow and you bet your ass there were others. Except I had a child to bring up and I was determined to make her life as normal as possible.” She smirked. “A lot of good that did. My child went off and became a famous movie star. So much for normalcy.”

  And she had. Audrey Williams, Miranda’s daughter, was a big Hollywood star. She was a stunning blonde, with a perfect 36-26-36 figure and a face that angels would rip their wings off to duplicate.

  At twenty-three, she was taking Hollywood by storm and dating some of the biggest male stars to grace the California scene. Yet looking at her mother, you’d think they were sisters instead of mother and daughter.

  I smiled and ran my hand down her breasts, which were perfect by the way. “How about another go at this?”

  She slid next to me. “Really, gorgeous, do you think you can deliver another onslaught of orgasms like the last two?”

  I took her lips with mine and kissed her deeply. “Yes, I can.”

  “With that perfect mouth?”

  “How about with my perfect cock?”

  “I didn’t believe Sherry when she told me about you. A ten-inch cock, pe
rfect abs, six- foot, and a fucking handsome face with dark foreboding eyes. I told her I’d pay top dollar for any man who looked like that. Bitch, took me up on it,” she laughed.

  “Sorry?” I asked, touching her lips with mine.

  “Ricardo, I’m not sorry. Now let me control this session.”

  “Of course, my lady, as you wish.”

  “Mmm, I guess they don’t call you The Magician without merit.”

  “As I’ve been told,” I answered then snickered, for two thousand dollars an evening, she could control the rest of the night. As I said, I make fantasies come true. I had a reputation to live up to, now, didn’t I. I had earned my ribbons and my trophies, and I had enjoyed every contest.

  Chapter Three

  My day job was boring. I worked for a local cable company and fixed cable lines day in and day out. It kept me fed and paid the bills. When I married and we had our first child, money became an issue, as it did in most marriages. My career as an escort was my wife’s idea, and it was on her part a completely innocent one. So much so, that I even used my real name. From the beginning, Ricardo seemed like a great name to use. My wife said it was sexy and had caught her attention. Then she added, having dark Latino features didn’t hurt either nor did my ten-inch cock. Now, we come to my cock. That didn’t become evident until I was fourteen when I went through puberty. That extra benefit of the job came completely by accident.

  ****

  I traveled for approximately a half an hour before I got to my destination. The house was large and the grounds well-manicured. Anticipation made my heart beat faster in my chest. The evening wasn’t going to be a complete bust, even though Sherry and I disagreed about me being the one to escort this woman.

  “Have you got someone younger? I’m getting tired of the walkers and canes.”

  “Ricardo, I didn’t know you were a comedian. Since when did you escort a woman that frail? This lady, and I stress lady, is quite different. I think you’ll be surprised.”

  Sherry hadn’t surprised me in a couple of months. No. These women weren’t frail, but they were damn needy. Before every date, I received a rundown of my date’s expectations. Some woman wanted to impress their so-called rivals into thinking there was more going on than just an escort for the evening. I played the part and the response was always the same: envious glares and small whispers.

  I accepted the job. When I stopped the car and walked up the palatial staircase to the front of this small mansion, I rang the bell. When the large door opened, a man dressed in a black suit met me. He had to be the butler. Behind him stood a younger man, dressed as a limousine driver.

  “Good evening, sir,” the butler said. “My name is Harry. Who may I say is calling?”

  “I’m Ricardo Hanley. I’m your mistress’s escort for the evening.”

  “Do you have identification?”

  I handed him my wallet and one of Sherry’s business cards.

  “Tommy, here, will park your car for you.”

  I handed my keys to the young limousine driver. “Thanks,” I added.

  He answered, “It’s my pleasure.”

  “Do come in, Mr. Hanley. Madame is waiting for you,” Harry said.

  I followed him through the massive foyer, past a grand staircase, and then he led me to a room used as a study.

  “I’ll announce you. Please wait here. And may I add that’s a great looking tux.”

  I grinned, accepting his compliment. “Armani,” I said.

  “Yes, I can tell.” He shut the double doors. I scanned the room, noting the high shelving, and the books that filled them. The dark woods and hunter greens were appealing and reflected a masculine presence. The room piqued my curiosity. Was there a man of the house? The large door opened and Harry announced.

  “Madame has asked me to bring you to the upstairs ballroom. Please follow me.”

  We walked up the massive staircase off the foyer. I noted that at least five people, walking abreast, would have no trouble walking up them together. When we reached, the top of the stairs there was a long hallway in front of me. I was more than impressed. The house was huge.

  “This way,” Harry said as I followed him.

  Finally, we reached two large double doors. He pushed them open and I gasped in awe. There were large crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the massive room. The walls were wood paneled and from the shine, you could tell the wood used was expensive and well taken care of. I got a glimpse of the white furniture that adorned the room, elegant and again expensive. Then I saw her. She stood at the end of the room, clad in white.

  She began to walk toward me slowly and quite seductively. Her voice was deep and soft. “Harry, you may leave me and Mr. Hanley alone now. I’d like to call you Ricardo,” she said as she continued to approach me.

  “Yes,” I croaked, her presence already affecting me.

  She was older, yet stunning. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and her lips painted a cherry color red. Her body was thin, willowy, and I could see her breasts filled out the top of her slinky white dress perfectly. As she reached me, we stood face to face, and I smiled. She was beautiful. I had to wonder, was this really all about the need to dance?

  “I hear you dance, Ricardo.”

  “Yes…” I stopped mid-sentence as I realized she never told me her name.

  “Aurora, Ricardo, my name is Aurora.”

  “Aurora. I dance well enough.”

  “Good.” She took my hands and led me to a beautiful table with two chairs. Upon the table sat a remote. She picked it up and then turned to me. “Do you waltz, tango, and salsa?”

  “Yes, I do, and all quite well.” Now I took in her face, staring at her full lips, and exhaled slowly, letting my breath wash over her. I saw her shiver.

  “Play something slow and romantic,” I said, never taking my eyes from her face.

  She smiled faintly and hit a few buttons on the remote. “We should be uninterrupted for an hour.”

  “Perfect,” I answered.

  The music began to play a soft instrumental version of ‘The Lady in Red.’ I swept her into my arms and gazed down into her eyes. I let my lips part slightly and began a slow two-step. I eased her body into mine, letting out an almost inaudible moan. She felt so good in my arms.

  We swept across the floor as if we had danced together like this countless times. She moved closer and our steps became as one. My lips settled on her cheek. I was surprised her skin was so soft and supple and felt far younger than she appeared.

  She let out a small sigh and moved her face, letting her lips come closer to mine. I hungered for her kiss. I wanted to taste her. We whirled around the floor, still slow and deliberate. Then we stopped. She wrapped her arms around my neck and let her lips touch mine. I eased my mouth closer, only letting my tongue graze her lips. I shuddered. My cock twinged and began to come to life.

  She moved closer and opened her mouth, taking me by surprise. I didn’t push away but went with the kiss. We swayed to the music and the kiss deepened. Now we stopped in the middle of the room and continued kissing. Up until this night, there was never any sexual contact. Tonight the events were about to change and so was my career as an escort.

  Her hands roamed my back and then down between us as she rubbed my cock through my trousers. She stopped. “Ricardo, I want you. I can’t believe it, but you’re exactly what I needed.”

  Thoughts of my wife whirled around in my head; I could only think of the two-thousand dollars that would be waiting for me. I couldn’t deny that I wanted the woman who was in my arms.

  “Aurora, I want you, but…I’m an escort and sleeping with the clients could get me fired.”

  “Ricardo, two-thousand dollars; do you make that kind of money as a regular escort?”

  I couldn’t answer her because all I wanted to do was fuck her and fuck her hard. I didn’t think any further. She took my hands, led me over to one of the chairs in the room, and pushed me down into it. She was quick as she un
zipped my trousers. She didn’t even bother to remove her white stiletto heeled shoes as she bent her knees and straddled me. The white satin dress rode up, revealing firm, trim thighs. I went to take off the tuxedo jacket. “No, leave it on. I want to fuck you with it on,” she said, hiking her dress up even further.

  I was hesitant about taking out my cock. She must have surmised that as her hand went to my open zipper, pulling out my hard dick. One hand encompassed me. “Holy shit,” she whispered and raised her head to look me in the eyes. “You’re huge.” She licked her lips and let her sexy little smile warm me.

  I grabbed her hips. “Come on, baby. Get on and let me take you to paradise.” Christ, I sounded so fucking corny, but that’s all I could think of to say as she let go of my dick and held onto my shoulders. I steadied my cock as she eased down, taking me into her. She closed her eyes and let her tongue run along her bottom lip. My hands held onto her hips as she took all of me deep inside her. She opened her eyes and let their deep green hue, hold mine prisoner as she began her hard ride.

  We fucked on that chair and I held back my orgasm. She sensed my obvious hesitance. “Ricardo,” she said, her voice harsh, deep, and breathless. “A condom?”

  “Fuck no,” was all I could say. Christ in my haste, I’d forgotten an important accessory to my job.

  “Can you hold on while I come, then I’ll finish you with my hands.”

  “Yes, sweetie. Oh yes!” I answered and aided her in her quest.

  In seconds, she put her head back and moaned her release. Each tiny pulsation teased my bursting cock. I was desperate. I gritted my teeth. She eased off me and got to her knees. Using both hands, she began pulling at me. She ran her tongue up and down my balls. Christ, I held back. I gripped the arms of the padded chair. Her pace quickened and my mind let go as my cock twinged and jerked, my hot seed erupting with each pump of her hand. The orgasm was hard and intense. Guilt washed over me. I’d just cheated on my wife for the first time. My sex life lately was infrequent and sorely unsatisfying, but that still was no excuse.