Authors: Violet Blue
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Anthologies (Multiple Authors), #Erotica, #Romance, #Contemporary
Sweet Danger (17 page)
“You take it up the ass, boy?”
His mouth comes away from my ass and he says, “If I have to, Daddy.”
“You have to, boy,” I tell him.
He moves back and I get off the armchair, still stroking my cock. I watch as he shucks his white T-shirt, showing off his beautiful chest. I run my hand down it, working my cock faster. He unzips his jeans and peels them off, kicking his way out of his white athletic shoes. He’s not wearing socks. I look at his gorgeous cock, standing there hard, the tip glistening.
“You can suck it if you want,” he says weakly, not meeting my eyes.
I grab his hair and pull his face close to mine.
“No kissing,” he says, sounding petulant and whiny. “I don’t do that. I’m not a faggot.”
The sound of that helpless plea sends a new surge of arousal through my pussy and into my cock. I’ve got him right where I want him.
Ignoring his protest, I press my lips to his and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He lets me for a moment, then begins to respond with his own tongue against mine. I kiss him deeper, then spin him around and shove him against the armchair. He climbs onto it, knees pressed to the thick, padded arms, legs spread, ass in the air. He reaches back and parts his cheeks as I grab the bottle of lube on the end table.
I pour lube between his cheeks and work two fingers into his ass—not even bothering to start with one. He gasps as I penetrate him, and I reach between his legs to feel his cock pulsing with excitement.
“You like that, boy? You like taking it up the ass?”
“If I have to, Daddy,” he says nervously.
“You have to, boy,” I tell him. “You have to like it. And I know you’re going to.”
I add some lube to the head of my cock and push his back down till he’s crouched down low and his ass is in the right position. I nuzzle the head of my cock against his tight entrance. His ass opens right up as I thrust into it; he lets out a shuddering gasp as I drive it in to the hilt.
I start to fuck him; for some reason, this position pushes the base of the dildo against my clit at just the right angle. Or maybe fucking my boy in the ass just turns me on more than anything. I reach up and grab his hair, listening to him moan as I shove my cock roughly into his ass, each thrust harder, building up speed.
His hand is underneath him, pumping his cock. His hips start to work, pushing him onto my cock. It’s like he’s trying to get it over with at first—then, as his hand quickens on his cock, like he wants it. He shoves hard onto me, his ass opening wider as it engulfs my cock. I pull his hair, making him squeal. At one point I reach down and spank his ass, which makes him fuck back onto me with even more urgency.
I don’t even feel it coming, really. I’ve been working the dildo into him, pressing the base against my clit for so long that when I finally reach the breaking point I barely know it. It happens when he lets out a little whimper and I feel his body shaking—he’s coming, shooting his load all over Daddy’s armchair. I start to fuck him harder, faster, as his lips go slack and he leans hard against the back of the chair. I pound into him and that drives me over the top, my own orgasm sending my pussy and clit into tight spasms, my ass tightening as I feel the cooling moisture of my boy’s spittle where he tongued me. I collapse on top of him and the chair groans under our combined weight as my body surges with pleasure, my high-pitched moans as feminine as it gets—but my boy doesn’t seem to care.
He reaches back and strokes my hand where it still grips his hair. “Did my tight ass get you off real good, Daddy?”
“You have no idea,” I said, still panting hard.
“Oh, I think I have some idea,” he smiled, and squirmed around under me to hold me in his arms. He began to stroke my long hair gently and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy. Thanks for fucking me so good.”
I curled up in my boy’s embrace, sighing contentedly.
Medical Attention
SKYE BLACK
I woke up spread-eagled, stretched, helpless. I tried to move and nothing happened. As my vision cleared, I saw myself in the monitor facing the bed. I stared, disbelieving. My arms and legs were in full-length casts, toes to crotch, fingers to shoulders, all four limbs suspended with bolts through the sides of the casts, heavy traction weights holding me immobile. I had been forced into a giant
X
on the hospital bed, both my arms and legs cocked just slightly at a wide angle. My head was shaved and wrapped in thick white gauze and, under it, there was a white plastic brace that attached to shiny metal prongs inserted into the corners of my mouth. My belly was circled by a thick off-white plastic brace with shiny aluminum struts attaching to both my leg and arm casts. The brace went from my hips, just above my crotch, to my chest just beneath my breasts.
X
on the hospital bed, both my arms and legs cocked just slightly at a wide angle. My head was shaved and wrapped in thick white gauze and, under it, there was a white plastic brace that attached to shiny metal prongs inserted into the corners of my mouth. My belly was circled by a thick off-white plastic brace with shiny aluminum struts attaching to both my leg and arm casts. The brace went from my hips, just above my crotch, to my chest just beneath my breasts.
And there was nothing covering those parts of me. Not even a sheet. My breasts were bare, exposed on the big monitor facing me. My crotch, also bare, had been shaved smooth, even the tiny dusting of pubic hair I usually wear having been denied me.
The traction spread my legs very wide.
I saw the winking red eye of the surveillance camera, the camera providing me the perfect view of myself. The monitor alternated between a full-body view of me, spread-eagled and immobilized, a close-up of my bare pussy, a close-up of my tits, and a close-up of my distressed, gauze-shrouded face.
I had been painted with makeup. Far from the deathly pallor that should haunt an accident victim, I had been given rosy cheeks with blush, thick eyelashes with mascara, bright blue eyelids with eye shadow. And, most arresting of all, I had been given full, accentuated lips with an intensely red shade of lipstick.
The monitor showed me my whore’s painted face, then my breasts, then my pussy, up close. Then it showed all of me again, all of me, helpless and stock-still spread-eagled in the hospital bed.
The hospital door opened. A nurse in a starched white uniform came in. But the uniform dress was just a little too short, too tight on her rounded hips, the top cut just a little too close on her full breasts. Her white lace bra was visible under the low-cut top, which had a button or two undone. She was wearing makeup, too—lots of it.
“I see our patient’s awake,” she said. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Rubin?”
I murmured a wordless groan.
The nurse
tsked.
“Poor girl, doesn’t remember a thing. Well, I’ll let the doctor answer all your questions. He’ll be here in a moment; I’ve got to get you ready for him, or there’ll be hell to pay. He can be so demanding. I would hate to get in trouble with him. Now, be a good girl and take your medication, won’t you?”
tsked.
“Poor girl, doesn’t remember a thing. Well, I’ll let the doctor answer all your questions. He’ll be here in a moment; I’ve got to get you ready for him, or there’ll be hell to pay. He can be so demanding. I would hate to get in trouble with him. Now, be a good girl and take your medication, won’t you?”
The nurse produced a small paper cup of pills. “Do you have to use the restroom?” she asked.
I nodded, and she sighed. “All right, well, let’s do that first,” she said. She took a plastic urinal from a nearby table, positioned herself between my spread legs, and tucked it just under my crotch.
But before she pressed it there, she took a moment to slide her fingers up the inside of my shaved pussy. It felt exquisitely sensitive, almost painfully so. She teased my lips apart, perhaps under the pretext of making sure I wouldn’t dribble. Whatever it was, I didn’t ask her, because the touch sent shivers through my immobilized body.
“My, my,” she said, slipping her thumb into my pussy and making me gasp suddenly as a surge of pleasure erupted into me. “The patient is producing excessive lubrication. Clearly she likes looking at herself in the monitor. Don’t be ashamed; many of our patients get very turned on looking at themselves. And I do understand it, Mrs. Rubin; you certainly make a pretty picture. You like seeing your pussy all clean like that, Mrs. Rubin? We had to shave it. The doctor insisted on it. And those tits of yours look much better bare. It’s a shame you don’t show them more often.”
The nurse tipped the urinal cup to my crotch and said, “All right, go ahead.”
My face reddened until it was crimson at the horror of having to pee in front of the nurse. I held back, despite the fact that my bladder was stretched full to the point of agony.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” said the nurse. “I won’t have you going later, and making a mess for me or the other nurses to clean up. Now go, you filthy girl, and don’t hold back a drop.”
With a sigh, I let my bladder go, a steady stream filling the urinal. When I was finished, the nurse dabbed me with a paper towel and emptied the cup into the nearby sink.
“Good girl,” she said. “Now, to prep you.”
She pulled out a pair of bolts that held the bed; I realized that I was not on a normal hospital bed, but a breakaway bed that folded under, turning it into more of a gynecological exam table. It had to be custom-built. As she folded the bottom half of the bed away, I was left hanging with my ass just barely on the edge of the table and my legs spread wide and thrust up into the air. My cunt was now even more exposed than before. The nurse took a position next to me and bent down, looking into my face and smiling. She was so close that I could smell her perfume and the sweet scent of her breath.
Her hand traveled down my body and found my shaved pussy. She began to stroke me gently, rubbing my clit as my eyes went wider. My clit responded, growing harder as my pussy lubricated. Pleasure flowed into me and I resisted it as surely as I resisted the traction holding me still, but there was nothing I could do. Two fingers slid into me, telling the nurse just how wet she was making me. She drew firm circles around my clit with her wet fingers, and then drew back her hand and slapped my cunt.
I gasped; a strangled squeal came out of my mouth as she drew back and spanked my cunt again. She spanked harder, a third time, then a fourth, more rapidly, as I shuddered and moaned. Pleasure mingled with pain as she tortured my cunt.
“Clearly the patient likes it rough,” she smiled as she paused in spanking my cunt. She then launched into it with new eagerness, slapping harder, faster, making my clit explode in sensation and making me mount toward orgasm. I fought off my climax even as it thundered toward me.
The doctor entered the room out of my field of vision; I couldn’t even turn my head to see him. I lay there, displayed on the monitor, painted mouth spread wide open, body totally immobile, cunt being violently spanked as I was forced toward a climax, floating on cushions of sedated pleasure.
The nurse stopped. “The patient is prepped, Doctor.”
“Start the recording.”
“Yes, Doctor.” The nurse produced a small tape recorder and held it out for the doctor to speak into as he came around between my legs. I tottered on the edge of orgasm, whimpering uncontrollably. I was so close I could feel it starting, my orgasm. Just a little bit would get me there.
The doctor’s fingers slid into my pussy. I moaned, right on the edge. But he only gave me one smooth thrust, testing my wetness, and slid his hand up to test my clit. So close…but he didn’t let me come.
“Patient presented with extreme vaginal lubrication,” he said, businesslike, into the tape recorder. “And unusual swelling of the clitoris and nipples. Complete immobilization was recommended and performed.”
As he spoke, the doctor unbuttoned his lab coat. I looked up at him through horny eyes, so turned on I couldn’t even beg him for what I wanted.
“Vulvar assault by the attending nurse brought the patient very close to orgasm, further indicating extreme arousal.”
The nurse reached down and unzipped the doctor’s pants.
“During examination, patient showed noticeable flushing of the chest, further distension of the nipples, and a sexual response to the sight of her own lips painted like a whore’s.” The nurse’s hand disappeared inside the doctor’s pants and pulled out his cock, naked and half-hard. She began to stroke it and it swelled as he talked. “Doctor’s recommendation is for vaginal intercourse followed by anal penetration.”
The nurse guided the doctor’s cockhead to my exposed pussy, and I moaned as he entered me. The nurse held out the recorder, capturing his grunts as he began to thrust into me. His hands rested on my casts, as if keeping my legs spread—though there was no way I could have closed them, held as they were by the traction cables. He pounded into me roughly, fucking me so hard it made the hospital bed groan and creak. It was only a moment before I came, gasping.
“Primary orgasm was achieved three minutes after penetration,” the doctor said, glancing at his watch. “Buildup to secondary orgasm began immediately.”
The doctor plunged deep into my cunt and fucked me as I came. The sliding thrusts of his cock brought me down from orgasm, and I began to build toward a second one. As I did, I heard the snap of latex gloves and felt the nurse’s gloved fingers prying open my cheeks even as the doctor kept thrusting into my cunt. Her fingers slid into my ass, slick with lube, and opened me up, first one finger, then two. More lube was added, and she forced a third finger into me.
“The patient is ready,” said the nurse.
The doctor pulled his cock out of my pussy and let the nurse position it at the entrance to my ass. My moans came even louder as he entered me again, this time forcing open my tight ass. I shuddered in the traction ropes and came again within moments. “Anal penetration produced a second orgasm in just over one minute. Oral semen to be administered now.”
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