Authors: Meredith McClain
Tags: #Anthology, #Erotic Fiction, #Novellas, #Romance
Back in her regular clothes now, she put her dress back in the fine white box. She took a look at herself in the full mirror. She was looking for signs that she had changed. Had become something different. Someone….older. She still looked the same. Bright-eyed and eager to enjoy all that college had to offer. She slipped out the dressing room door and down the hallway to leave, carrying only one new thing; the white box with her new pink dress.
In the safety of the night now, she turned and looked back at the nondescript house.
What had happened in there? Did it matter? Had it been a dream?
Returning to the sorority house where she hoped to live, the girls proudly told her she had passed her final challenge. It was a bittersweet victory.
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Nope... no link here it seems... After the next one perhaps?
Sarah moaned as loud as she could as her boyfriend James slammed his cock into her pussy. He had her on her back, her legs spread wide around his torso. She winced as he pounded into her. The swirl of pain and pleasure was nauseating; it was like a drug that drove her mind to the edge of madness. As his meat slid past all her defenses and deep into her inner womanhood, she cried and moaned at the explosion of sensations that filled her entire body and mind. Yet she wanted more – she wanted so much more.
Fuck me James,
she thought to herself.
Fuck me like an animal.
She gazed into his eyes and intentionally moaned louder with his every move inside her. She moved her body in rhythm to his, hoping she could force his cock to go even deeper within her.
Her efforts did not go in vain – James got the message, and he began to fuck her faster and deeper. Sarah’s entire body arched and she let out a curdling scream as she reached orgasm. James pulled out just in time. Sarah released and a stream of fluids sprayed over the bed. Then she collapsed back on the bed, exhausted.
Again, this went nowhere.
Sarah put a smile on her face but deep inside there was no level of satisfaction. Instead, she felt hollow. There was a sense of defeat that she could not explain. Sex with James was great and he did do whatever she wanted but for some reason there was something missing. He gave her the best sex she had ever had yet some spark was not there, something she found with her previous relationships.
Going back to those guys was out of the question – sex with them was not all that great and they were jerks to her more often than not. James was at least nice to her when they weren’t in the bedroom. Other men tend to forget she even existed when they weren’t busy fucking each other. So what was she missing out on?
James, on the other hand, was not done. He wasn’t the type that would let the night end without him finishing off. With his hand to his cock he moved up the bed and straddled Sarah’s chest. With his cock directly over her face he jerked off. Dutifully, Sarah opened her mouth as wide open as she could and stuck her tongue out.
Is it the fucking? s
he asked herself.
Is it his cum? No, it can’t be that. I love the taste of his cum. I love the warmth and the way he messes me up.
She shook the thoughts off when she noticed that James was getting on the edge. Within a moment’s notice, he stopped playing with himself and jets of white semen spilled out and over her face. Most of it went straight down her mouth. Some stuck to her cheeks and chin.
Without any instructions, she wiped her face with a finger and sucked on the remaining cum. When all was down the drain, she swallowed again and opened her mouth wide for him to inspect. Satisfied, James gave her a soft pat on the cheeks like she was an obedient little pet.
That made Sarah smile. For that quick moment she forgot about her inhibitions about the way they fucked and whatever may be missing. For that moment she felt completely satisfied. That soft pat was enough to give her a good night.
I am an obedient girl,
she complimented herself. James got up, threw her a towel to clean herself with. Sarah rubbed herself down and then threw the towel back to James. He took his time in the bathroom so she snuggled back to her spot in the bed, now satisfied with their night. It was always like this for her – she would find it lackluster until the final few moments when James would take more aggression. Was she hoping for more of that? Sarah thought about it for a quick moment but her thoughts dissipated into thin air when James walked back in and crawled into their bed.
Should I tell him? What would I tell him?‘Baby can you fuck me rougher, like a cheap, dirty slut?’ Yeah, that’s not going to work. He’d think I’d gone nuts.
She cuddled up to him and he wrapped her with his large, muscular arms. For many years she felt safe and warm in his grasp but it was only now that she realized the threat those large, well-built arms also posed to her. He could easily yank and drag her around. He could slap her and force her if he wanted to.
Maybe that was what I wanted all along.
She wasn’t so sure so what could make her ask him to give it a try? Then there was the possibility that he would take it beyond the bedroom. They were a very picturesque couple when in public; very sweet, very fun to be with. She couldn’t imagine how it would be if he started pushing her around when they were dating.
She would have to hint at it instead. However, she had no idea how. James hugged her close and she snuggled her face into his neck. They rested in silence, her thoughts almost rising and falling in sync with his breathing and heartbeat. Sarah thought for a minute yet all she could fall back on was the way he gave her an obedient pat on the cheek after she swallowed his seed. Perhaps that was what she needed to take advantage on. It was something that he was already familiar with.
“Babe,” she whispered softly.
“Hm?” he answered. James looked down at the young girl he cradled in his arms. Sarah kept her face buried in his neck, shy and bewildered at what she was trying to ask of him.
Sarah bit her lip, thought of what to say, and then softly whispered, “I liked it when you patted my face.”
James caressed her hair with the back of his hand as he replied, “You like being my little obedient girl?”
“I want more,” she told him. “I just don’t know how much more.” That was very true. Having sex with James was already as good as she'd ever experienced so taking things over the edge was beyond her wildest dreams. It was beyond her limitations of what she thought she could do in the bedroom. There were just some things that she never thought she could do when she was alone with a man.
However, this time, there was that tingling feeling in her guts that told her there was something more. Perhaps it was a little too extreme, perhaps it would hurt, but then there was also the possibility that it was exactly what she wanted. The only way to find out was to give it a shot. Whether she’d love it or regret it would have to be decided when all had been said and done.
“Is this something you’ve always wanted to say?” James lifted a finger and gently brushed her cheeks. The question brought Sarah to a standstill. She thought about it several times before and she did have to admit that for a very long time she did feel like their nights, as great as the sex was, seemed to always lack something that she could not describe. It was something she only felt when James was rougher with her.
Sarah bit his neck, softly and with a hint of seduction, before she answered, “Yes. Fuck me like a slut.”
What the hell am I saying? I can’t believe I just blurted that out.
Sarah felt her cheeks blush rosy red as shame and excitement flooded her senses. What would he say now?
“I’ll work it out,” he said. “Go to sleep, babe. I got some ideas for you to think about.” And that was that. There was no hint of anger or anticipation in his tone or his choice of words. There was only the assurance that something was in store for her.
James didn’t say a thing afterwards. Sarah didn’t ask either. She would just trust in his answer. She wasn’t even sure if he got the message. She wasn’t sure if he truly understood or if he took it in some other way. Whatever was about to unfold wasn’t going to be stopped at this point. The wheels had turned and she already brought the issue up.
It was a bit surprising the way James handled it. All he did was ask if she liked it and that was it. There was no level of surprise; there was neither hint of disappointment nor excitement. She didn’t feel whether he wanted it or if he didn’t. Sarah shrugged the thoughts off. She wrapped her legs around his, with her soaked vagina pushed against his skin, and closed her eyes.
It did not take too long for her to drift off to sleep. The night was cold and she slept well. Her body was exhausted and her mind drifted on the verge of pleasure and excitement. Her imagination swirled in the depths of her head and she dreamt of James taking advantage of her, using her and making her feel like an obedient little slut the way she had desired. If in her waking thoughts she was unsure, there was no such doubt in her sleep. In her dreams she was a slut, a girl he could use and fuck as roughly as he pleased whenever and wherever he wanted.
When she awoke, she realized that she was soaked. Her pussy was moist and there were dry, sticky spots that flowed down her thighs. Without a doubt she had cum in the middle of the night, during her reverie and dreams. Luckily, James was still asleep. She slid out of bed, took a shower, and cleaned up. When she was done, she put on her favorite violet silk nightgown and got to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
As she cooked she began to wonder what James really had in mind and what he took of their quick discussion the night before. Was he being serious or was this all just a jest against her wills? James did have a habit of playing silly pranks every now and then. But this wasn’t about setting her up to get smash-face drunk or to dress in something only he could make her get into. It was about changing the very dynamics of their sexual activities.
Eggs, mashed potatoes, and bacon: the staples of his everyday meals.
Sarah laid out the table, prepared his coffee, and went back to the bedroom to wake him up. James worked as a graphic designer for a new company in the city so he had to make good use of the little time they had during their mornings and evenings. That meant she had to get breakfast done right or he’d storm out in a rush to make it to the nearest fast food chain. She had to avoid that. She wanted to know what he had in mind for her.
Luckily for her, James liked his breakfast. They sat at the kitchen table and for a while they talked about their plans for Christmas. Sarah’s parents were out of state and James’ family went to Europe for a holiday trip, leaving them entirely to themselves for the holidays. Sarah wanted to ask about his plans for the night but she didn’t want to look like a lust-hungry whore.
James did notice her eagerness. Right before he left he pulled her in and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a deep kiss, rough and commanding. She could feel his strength with the way he pressed his lips against hers.
“There’s a gift in the bedroom waiting for you,” he told her. “Look into it while I’m gone. Expect more when I’m back.”
He didn’t say anything else. She didn’t have to ask for more. The instructions were simple. She gave him a soft kiss to the cheeks and watched as he got into the car and drove away for work. Instead of immediately rushing to the bedroom she waited and watched at the doorway until she saw the car vanish far off into the horizon. When he was gone she locked the door and slowly made her way back to the bedroom, wary of what she would find waiting for her.
What she found was more than she could ever dream of.
On the bed was a complete set of lingerie but it was definitely not the typical sort of lingerie she normally found in stores at the mall. This set was far more revealing. It was a black corset with white laces and a lace spaghetti strap at its back. There was no covering for her loins – it would leave her pussy well exposed. The corset had a pair of suspenders that lead down to knee-high stockings, also completely black with white lacings.
There was no need for any instructions. Without a moment’s notice she stripped herself of the nightgown and put on the clothes her boyfriend had laid out for her. The corset was very tight and it slightly constricted her breathing. She did like how it pushed her breasts up, making them seem much larger than they really were. To get into the mood, she tied her butter-blonde hair in twin pigtails and then stood in front of the mirror.
Her breasts were pushed up, her pussy and ass were exposed, and the tight lacing allowed her figure and curves to truly stand out. She wasn’t the sexiest girl in the world but she did have good hips and a tight body that any man would want to fuck.
That was when she noticed the other gift waiting for her. James left more than just a sexy dress for her. Beside their television was a USB flash drive. She turned the TV on, inserted the flash drive into the USB port, and waited for the TV to read the contents of the drive. After a few seconds, she saw there was only one file. It was a video file. Sure that there was nothing else James wanted for her to see, she sat on the bed, took the remote, and played the video.
She heard the moan before she saw the clip.
Oh my God,
she thought as the video started to play.
Fuck me.
Sarah’s eyes were glued to the television as she watched a girl about her age, twenty-four or so, slam her face down on a large man’s cock. It was a monstrous cock, a size too large to be even remotely realistic outside the world of pornography.