BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (6 page)

Becky sighed
and fell over onto him. Instead of his attention being on Becky, his eyes
quickly looked past her in search for his wife. He found her immediately.
Vanessa was back up on stage. She was lying over one man, as he fucked her
pussy, while another was taking her ass. She was moaning as she watched him and
Becky, with a look of ecstasy on her face, but there was also something else,
he detected a slight bit of jealousy in her blue eyes.

*
* * *

Vanessa’s
body was near exhaustion. Every part of her body was sore, especially her pussy
and her ass and her body was layered in a sheen of cum and sweat. She was certain
she wouldn’t be able to sit for days once they were finished with her. From
what she could tell, all of the men in the group had their turn with her and
most of them had come back for second and thirds.

“So.
Fucking. Good.” With the final word, the man fucking her ass grunted and
released his seed into her with one final, forceful thrust. Vanessa cried out
and climaxed with him, her body trembling as she hit yet another orgasm. Her
release triggered that of the man under her. He groaned, held tight to her hips
and rammed her down hard onto him shooting his cum up into her.

He had
barely finished unloading into her when she was lifted from him and found
herself straddling yet another man. A handsome Latino man, who positioned his
cock at her entrance and pulled her down onto him without hesitation. She
moaned softly, as her aching, sore and abused pussy took him in.

She looked
over at Adam and watched as he finished fucking Becky. A hint of jealousy crept
from the back of her mind. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. Who was she to be
jealous? She of all people certainly had no right. He had one woman, while she
on the other hand had been fucked over and over by ten.

Having
apparently gotten what she wanted from Adam, Becky was now pulling herself up
and off of Vanessa’s husband, while Vanessa was having yet another cock slam
into her abused ass.

Adam’s eyes
locked onto hers as she began to move with the men under and behind her, but
the connection was soon broken by yet another man, one of the twins, stepping
in front of her and offering his cock to her mouth.

“Suck it
sweetheart,” he ordered softly.

She nodded
her compliance and opened her mouth for him.

“Take us
both,” a second cock of identical size approached her mouth from the other
side. She chewed at her bottom lip and nodded. Taking the first one into her
mouth she sucked, licking off his cum, while attempting to ignore the taste of
latex. Her mouth moved up and down onto him, as she got fucked in the ass and
pussy. While it was an awkward movement at first, the group soon got into a
rhythm working with each other.

After a
minute she released his cock, and began to stroke it with her hand as she took
his brother’s dick into her exhausted mouth. She was thankful the Latino man
under her was kind enough to hold her up, because she doubted she’d have the
strength to support herself over him any longer.

A groan
sounded to her left and she felt a spurt of warm cum covering her back. “Fuck
yeah, baby!”

She moaned
around the cock in her mouth and was rewarded by the owner of said cock,
groaning.

“My turn,”
the other brother slapped her cheek with his rock solid prick.

She released
the cock in her mouth and took the second brother’s dick in her mouth. She
found a rhythm, moving back and forth sucking first brother and then the other
in roughly thirty second intervals.

“Time’s up
boys!” a female voice yelled. “Those with her, finish up as soon as possible.”

A series of
disappointed groans sounded from the men in attendance.

She was so
exhausted, it took her a moment to register who belonged to the voice. Becky.
To Vanessa’s relief, their hour session was coming to a close.

“Coming in
this sweet ass,” the man behind her yelled. A slap sounded, followed by a sharp
sting on her — already sore — right ass cheek as the man fucking her ass
roughly spanked her while he shot his load deep into her ass.

The slap and
the feel of his cum pulsing into her ass seemed to be the final straw for her
as she began to orgasm. Rush after rush flowed through her as she came onto the
cock inside her. Her pussy clenched, begging the Latino man to come with her.
He obliged. With a grunt, he pulled her tight onto him, his balls hardened and
his dick pulsed seconds before he released.

Once her
series of orgasms stopped and the man behind her pulled out from her ass, she
sat up on the Latino man, keeping his spent cock deep within her. Stroking the
twins, one grasped firmly in each hand, she urged them closer to each other so
she could lick them together. Her tongue and mouth teased one then the other.
She smiled wickedly as she heard them both groaning in unison for her.

“We’re
coming on your beautiful tits, honey,” one informed her as she felt both cocks
tighten in her hands. Seconds later, both men began to shoot powerful streams
of semen down her chin, neck and chest. The warm liquid slowly made its way
down her chest and stomach until her whole front was covered in their cum.

Exhausted,
both physically and emotionally, she slumped back down onto the Latino man who
wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to him. It was over and all she
wanted at the moment was to go home and snuggle up to her loving husband in
their large, warm bed.

*
* * *

“I know
you’re tired, baby, but you’re covered in semen.”

The sound of
Adam’s voice and the water gently splashing had Vanessa’s eyes fluttering open
as she snuggled back against him chest in the bathtub.

She didn’t
remember much from the time she left the billiards club until that moment. To
say she was exhausted would be an understatement. She didn’t even recall Adam
undressing her and getting into the bathtub.

“I love
you,” she muttered closing her eyes once more.

“Love you
too, baby.”

The warm
water and his soft hands gently washing and massaging her bruised and aching
body made her feel closer to Heaven than she’d ever felt. She felt loved and
cherished.

“You fucked
Becky,” she muttered then scolded herself for bringing it up, but in the state
she was currently in, the sensor in her brain that told her to keep quiet was
not working.

He stopped
washing, and kissed her temple, wrapped his arms around her waist and holding
her tight to him. “I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, soothing.

“It made me
jealous.”

“I noticed.”

“Mmmmm. It’s
okay. She’s beautiful and she wanted you. I understand. I could tell from the
first day she laid eyes on you she wanted you.” She managed a weak smile. “I’ve
been giving it some thought.”

“Giving what
some thought, baby?” His voice was soft and sexy against her ear. Oh how she
loved him.

“I think
that part of my life is over now. The only man I’ll ever want is you.”

Silence
overtook the room.

“Are you
sure about that?” he finally asked with hesitation in his tone. She could hear
the relief in his voice, as though he’d been hoping it would be a one-time
deal.

“Positive,”
she confirmed, lifting her eyes to captures his. “You are more than I’ll ever
need and I was crazy to think otherwise.”

A wide grin
touched his lips. “Good.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, then the tip
of her nose and finally her sore, swollen lips. “Because you’re everything I’ll
ever need.”

Adam lowered
his lips to hers and she melted into him. Everything she needed was right there
with her. While it had been an unforgettably wild and erotic experience, and
fun to relive the past, she realized that life was far behind her. Her future,
her heart and her body belonged to one man; and one man only.

Prince Miro’s
Capture

By Aphrodite Hunt

The late
afternoon sun is in my eyes as I regard the army sprawled before me on the
barren plains. My father’s bitter enemy, King Jai the Conqueror, digs his heels
into the flanks of his white warhorse. He canters toward me without fear or
caution.

“My prince,
it may be a trap,” Archeon, my father’s most trusted bannerman, cautions beside
me.

“It is a
truce we asked for, Archeon, and it is a truce we are getting,” I reply.
Between my legs, my sleek black warhorse trembles in agitation. The white flag
of parley flies behind us, held aloft by one of my soldiers.

Overhead,
the sky is cloudless. The sun beats fiercely down on our heads.

King Jai’s
people live by the horse and chariot. This is evident in the opposing army,
which numbers ten thousand strong. The golden chariots gleam red and gold. The
rims of their wheels are studded with sharp spikes. They are almost entirely
cavalry, and the fearsome tips of their metal lances score the sky. 

My own army
numbers eight thousand in contrast. Half of them are infantry. It is because of
this that I called for a parley, and King Jai has surprisingly granted my
request despite knowing my weaker position.

The terms
are well-known in the battlefield – our chosen warrior against their warrior. A
fight to the death determines the outcome of this battle, so thousands may be
spared.

I already
know who my warrior would be.

King Jai
approaches. As he comes closer, I can see what a brutal and well-made specimen
of a man he is. He is easily six foot six in height, with a gaze that would
slay dragons and coal-black hair tied in three parts behind his back. His thick
muscles bulge beneath his bronzed skin, gleaming with oil and sweat. He is
naked but for his black loincloth, his mighty sword, and the intertwining snake
bracelets circling his biceps. His short beard is like a dagger pointing
downward.

My throat is
dry as I grip the handle of my sword.

“Have you
chosen your warrior, fair prince?” King Jai roars.

“Yes.” I
grasp the bridle of my horse and nudge him forward. “I will champion my people.”

My own six
foot two inch tall frame is well-muscled and lean, a result of many war campaigns
for my father. My bare stomach is ripped, and my chest is covered by a heavy
breastplate with my family’s insignia. My loincloth is made from canvas, and my
thighs grip the flanks of my heaving horse. My own army stands behind me, the
sun in their eyes.

We ride
towards each other – King Jai and I, Miro, first son of King Vlad – and meet in
the midpoint of our opposing armies.

We appraise
each other. King Jai is far better built than I, but I possess the element of
agility. As a fighter, I have bested over a thousand men who dared take on my
sword. We both dismount.

“I too will
champion my people, Prince Miro.” King Jai’s voice is deep and strong. “My
people expect nothing less.”

I swallow.
King Jai is the most fearsome warrior in the Western kingdoms. He is said to
have slayed tens of thousands by his own sword. I can well believe it, looking
at him.

The smell of
iron is strong in my nostrils as we circle each other, sizing each other up.

“Let us
begin and give our men the spectacle they crave,” Jai says.

“A fight to
the death, as agreed,” I remark. “If I fall,” I told Archeon, “please lay my
body on my shield and bring me back on a litter to my father.”

“You shall
not fall,” Archeon assured me.

Assessing
Jai, I am not so sure. He has easily sixty pounds on me. I stare at the fine
lines of his face, the dark kohl of his eyeliner and the double ring piercing
his right nostril. I have no such embellishments on my face. I wonder if he
considers me inferior because of that.

“Not
necessarily to the death,” Jai says. He makes the first feint – a cut to my
left, which I parry with my sword.

I thrust to
his left, and it is his turn to deflect me. We exchange a series of blows.
Steel smites steel.

Our armies
are deathly silent. They understand that their fates rest in our hands.

“I assure
you, good king,” I say, “that I intend to uphold the laws of single combat,
whether or not I’m a prince. If I best you, I will slay you.”

“If you can
best me,” he sneers, and immediately lunges for my neck.

I parry his
sword in time.

We exchange
further blows, our strokes rapidly gaining speed and intensity.

“I have
heard tales of your beauty, fair prince,” King Jai says. “It is said that you
are fairer than the fairest of women, and that the gods themselves have blessed
you thus so you may tempt both men and women alike.”

“My looks
have nothing to do with my prowess in battle.” I clench my teeth as I aim for
his neck.

He sidesteps
my blade and grins. “But the tales are true.”

I’m
momentarily stunned as his sword darts toward me. It slices into the flesh of
my right bicep. It is merely a nick, but blood begins to well up immediately. 

I strike
back with a volley of slashes and thrusts, and am gratified to see my blade
tear into his chest. A flesh wound, but a ribbon of blood weeps from it
nonetheless.

“Very good,
fair prince.” King Jai flashes me an admiring glance.

The sun
sinks lower as we continue to duel, circling each other. The air rings with the
clashing of steel. Buzzards wheel in the sky, and the shadows of the mountains become
elongated. My muscles ache and glisten. We must have been fighting for almost
an hour, and my sword arm is tiring. But Jai does not seem to be the least bit
fatigued.

In fact, his
blows have become swifter, harder – as though he has meant to tire me out while
he conserves his strength for the denouement. I find myself being forced back,
my sandaled feet gripping the hard red ground. My heart sinks as my strength
slowly ebbs. If I lose this fight, my army will have to lay down their arms,
and I have to surrender the Thiaga Province as we agreed upon – an area
spanning the far reaches of the Arimean Sea.