Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (24 page)

I screeched, “I’m a virgin still!”

He hesitated, “I figured you were a virgin, Kimberly.”

“No, I mean I’ve never had my vagina fucked.”

“And?”

“Don’t you want to make love to me before you put that huge rod inside my ass?”

“Eventually, I will. But tonight, I want this meaty behind
of yours
to jiggle and shake while I pound you with enough force to throw you off this table.
You better hold on a lot tighter.
”

My knuckles were already white from holding on.
He sounded sadistic. I took a deep breath as he immediately went back to his focus on my tiny, tight hole. I was lubed well, and he had already stretched my anus to fit three of his fingers. However, nothing prepared me for what was going to come next.

Archie thrust his penis inside of me with no warm up. I screamed out in utter pain
and shock
. He didn’t seem to hear me and instead he focused on riding me like a stallion would ride a mare. He had gripped hold of my hips and aimed at thrusting me so hard that my buttocks were bouncing forward and then back toward him.

“Oh
,
Kimmy, you’re so tight around me. I’m gonna take this ass every night.”

I grunted out as the pain turned to pleasure and my body embraced the goose bumps that traveled up and down my skin. I began to move with him in a rhythm that made him howl in ecstasy.

His hips circled with the motion of mine. The bellowing sound of desire wasn’t loud enough to muffle the sounds of suction that his dong made each time it slid out and then back inside of m
y ass
.

His balls slapped my drenched pussy, and at some point, he found my long hair and gripped onto it while he drove himself into me even harder. Everything was a blur. I was beginning to black out at the intens
e pounding
that he
was
putting my body through when I
suddenly
felt a sensation that began to have the inside of my butthole quiver and convulse.
The elusive ass orgasm.
Who knew?

Before I knew it, I had an anal orgasm that made me buck him like a mare.  I howled at the top of my lungs quite certain, but not caring
,
that my parents could hear me across the street.

Archie gripped hold of my fleshy ass and howled out while he released his semen into the condom that was wet with olive oil and my ass juices. After he had fully released himself, he stayed inside of me but fell onto my back. I lay down on my stomach and marveled at the pleasure my body had just experienced while the tempo of our breathing was in sync with one another.

After Archie had given me a few warm, wet kisses on the back of my neck and my shoulders, he slowly pulled his limp dick out of me and began to clean me up. He turned me over and picked me up, cradling me in his arms. “You are one sexy
high-school
senior
,
Miss Kimberly.”

I was shocked when he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine
. After the pounding he had given my ass, it seemed out of place
.
Nevertheless, I kissed him back until he pulled away.

“I’m going to shower you, let you rest and then I’m going to take you downstairs to my basement.”

“What’s in the basement?”

“A surprise.”

“What kind of surprise?” I asked.
“I’ve been surprised all night, Archie.”

He laughed heartily.
“
It’s the
kind
of surprise
that’s going to dominate your little butthole. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit in class for a week.”

“But you just…” My voice trailed off.
I trembled at that thought. He had already opened me wide enough to leave me extremely sore in the morning. “Maybe we should continue this tomorrow night.
With respect,
I do have school tomorrow.
Sir
.
”

“Let me think about that
.
”
H
e hesitated
.
“No, I’ve just begun to fulfill my darkest desires with you.”

“Will there be
more
pain?” I heard my voice tremble as I asked him that question.

“Pleasure and pain go hand
-
in
-
hand
,
sweetheart.
I’ll tell you what, you stay the entire night with me, and I’ll make sure you get enough rest and a good breakfast for school tomorrow.”

I liked the idea of staying with him. I wasn’t sure about his basement, but sleeping in his arms was an ideal situation for me.

He handed me my cell phone. “Call your parents and let them know where you are.”

The answering machine picked up
,
and
I
told my parents
in a voicemail
that I was staying at
a
friend
’
s house and would be home tomorrow after school. I knew they wouldn’t mind
. A
fter all, I
was
eighteen years old.
And they trusted me. I had been their good little girl for eighteen years. My dad had always been overprotective and now I knew why. I was about to cross the line into something he would not approve of. No way in hell would he.
My mom?
Who knew? She was so flakey lately that I was beginning to chalk it up to a mid-life crisis.

“Done,” I said.
“I’m staying the night.”

“Good, now you’re
mine.”

Archie
carried me and I put my arms around his neck. He kissed me the whole way down the hallway. Then, in his bathroom, he ran water for me,
placed
me
in the bathtub and let me soak for a while by myself.
Oh, my butt hurt! The water was soothing, though.

After fifteen minutes, he came into the bathroom and began to wash my hair
with this amazing shampoo. It smelled so good and his scalp massage made me tingle from head to toe and everywhere in between
. It was an erotic feeling in itself to have my thirty
-
five
-
year
-
old neighbor washing my
hair
and exclaiming over my beautiful body
.
I was even used to being naked in front of him. After all, he’d been in my butt. What could be a worse view than that?

After he rinsed me off, he stood me up and turned me around so that I wasn’t facing him. I felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I let this moment consume my body and mind
and froze, knowing that the next few seconds would show my trust for him, if I balked or accepted this
. I
decided that I
wanted him to take all of me. I wanted Archie to be the first man
who
penetrated my peach in order to take my virginity.

But then, I felt a ball slide into my mouth and he tightly tied it around my head
somehow
. I
stiffened in utter shock. I
wasn’t able to see or talk, and instantly
,
I could feel my heart pounding against my chest
and adrenaline rising
.
How well did I know him? Why did his wife leave him? How sadistic was he?
There were a million different thoughts that ran through my mind as Archie escorted me out of the bathtub and dried me off.  

He escorted me
,
nude
,
through the house
, my hand in his
. My hair was still wet and the “not knowing” contributed to the nervous feeling inside of me; between the two, I physically shivered.
I couldn’t talk. I could think of only one thing to do. In American
Sign Language
, which I had taken in high school last year, I signed, “I’m really scared.”

Amazingly, he understood sign language.
“
Don’t be scared. This is an exercise in trust and when it is over, we will be so very close. Do you want that?”

I nodded and signed, “Yes.”

“
I will make you one promise, Kimmy,” he whispered in my ear. “If you shake your head, I promise that I will stop. That’s our safety net. Okay?”

I nodded, grateful to have some way to get him to stop if I wanted it to. There was one thought that quickly cluttered my mind:
What was he planning to do that we would need a safety net?

I
jumped when I
heard a machine power up, and I felt Archie
suddenly
press my stomach and
breasts
against a cold wall while he cuffed my hands spread eagle
d
over my head, and he kicked my legs out spread eagle
d
and cuffed my ankles
, too
.

My back and ass w
ere
exposed for his pleasure, and I felt extremely confined. I closed my eyes and waited for his next move.
My knees banged against the wall and I trembled in fear, yet I was intrigued by the anticipation of the unknown. What the heck kind of machine was he running? I had no way of knowing what he had up his sleeve. But the bigger question was: What was going to go up my butt?

I waited and waited for what felt like an eternity
—trying to trust, trying to relax—
until I felt a paintbrush slide down my back. . .

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The Forbidden Fetish Series

Kimberly

I wasn’t quite sure what it was about my new male paralegal, Cameron Ward. Every day, I seemed to stare at my computer and daydream about his touch. Although I’d never experienced his touch, those nasty thoughts that swirled around in my mind were like nothing I’d ever had before. They weren’t just titillating, they were becoming an obsession.

Cameron’s jet-black wavy hair always appeared perpetually messy, and his seductive, dark-chocolate pupils each floated in the white of his eyes like Oreo cookie in a glass of milk.  I wasn’t even sure that it was his eyes and their compelling stare that made my panties damp.

In reality, it could have been his bulging biceps that seemed to move spasmodically on their own behind his button-down dress shirt. Or maybe it was that narrow waist that was supported by a firm ass and stallion-like legs that made him seem even taller than he really was. Or perhaps it was his forearms, corded with muscle from doing who-knows-what in a gym. His broad shoulders seemed to arrive in a room before he did. Or it could have been the way he
smelled—like spicy forbidden desire. If he was in the room with me, I felt his presence like static electricity zapping my nipples, my clit,
my
brain.

Who was I kidding? There were two things about Cameron that wouldn’t leave my thoughts, two things that put me in the weakened state in which I was right now.

The first thing was his larger-than-normal bulge at the V of his crotch. That bulge extended at least nine inches down his right leg. What an enormous wild beast must have lived in the right leg of those trousers. And then there was the way that he said, “yes, ma’am” in a deep voice each time I gave him an assignment to complete or a client to contact. He was a submissively perfect employee with a daring, yet innocent look in
those
hypnotic, mesmerizing eyes. I couldn’t ever let him know that he was the object of my fantasies, fantasies that were so compelling that not an hour went by when I didn’t think of him naked, at least once or twice.
Or a hundred times.

Today had been quite a grueling day at work. In addition to the usual legal work, I had done performance reviews for some of the staff, and not all of the reviews had been pleasant. I knew that I was a tough boss, but one of the partners had made an error
in an appeals
brief that I spotted and fixed it before it was too late. I always wanted to ensure that every brief was submitted in
letter-perfect
order and a minor mistake to me, a transposing of digits, was cause for action. If one mistake was made, were there others? I had to check and re-check everything that was done in the office.

A perfectionist, I could never let something like that slide. In fact, I was known in the office for making mistakes into lessons, but those lessons were not always well received.

Since Cameron was new in the office, it was not yet time for his performance review, but I know he had seen Diane, a partner—and a pretty young thing, too—leave my office in tears after her performance review. I hated doing that to her, but I knew that if I was vicious with my criticism that she would never repeat that mistake.