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Authors: Cassandra Zara
He gave her a
little striptease while taking off his clothes, first his shirt, then
his pants, and finally his underwear, releasing his massive cock. Oh
my god, she thought, and even said it in French. She had never had to
deal with one this big, and she was practically dripping now, looking
at it- wanting it. He started to get on top of her, and she thought
that there was no way that that would fit in her without her lubing
it up, so she stood up, pushing him back as she did so. When he
looked confused, she shoved him down, hoping that it would have the
same effect on him as it had on her. She gave him her little strip
tease too, only hers was shorter, with her just pulling down her top
to expose her nice tits before a kiss. He looked at them hungrily,
but he would have to wait.
She got on her
knees and began to play with his cock, and finally she put it in her
mouth, playing with it there. This was something that she was very
good at and enjoyed doing. She hummed her favorite song as she
sucked, and when she finally felt it was wet enough, she positioned
herself on top of him. She teased him for a minute, something that
she knew all her clients liked, but he surprised her by grabbing her
and pushing into her. She gasped, not so rough, she wanted to say,
but didn't know how to say it in French and didn’t want to
break her cover. Soon however, she was getting into it, and his
kisses and touches on her tits were driving her wild. She felt a
pressure building within her, but managed to stay in character,
saying "Oui,oui, oui." She felt her come building inside
her, faster than before, and suddenly she released it with a little
gush. She tensed up and relaxed, tensed up and relaxed, before
finally collapsing on him. He motioned for her to lay on her side,
and she was too horny to do any different. She took off all her
clothes so that she wouldn't get them all sweaty or stained. He got
behind her and fucked her. There was something animal about this man,
about how he seemed to want all of her. He touched her and grabbed
her all over. He ran his right hand all over her body. He touched her
ass, the back of her leg, the inside of her leg, her clit, her belly
button, her side. He ran his fingers across both tits, up to her
neck, a gentle tug on her hair, before finally moving his fingers
down her face to her chin. When he got to her chin, he grabbed it and
pulled her face in for a kiss, one which she melted into. They locked
tongues furiously, and grinded into each other that much harder. They
looked deep into each other's eyes, as Caleb moved his hand from her
chin to her mouth, and she began to suck on it like she sucked on his
cock. Caleb took his other hand and pushed her over onto her stomach,
and was inside of her again in a heartbeat. She was paralyzed with
sexual pleasure, as he pounded her again and again and again. She
tried to get up to do it doggy style, but again he took control and
pushed her down and held her there, like an animal putting her where
he wanted her. She was completely paralyzed, and as she moaned and
writhed, he pumped into her. She could feel him swelling, getting
ready to explode and was ready to let him do it inside of her she
wanted it so badly. All of a sudden he pulled out, shooting cum
across her back like a shotgun, soaking her already sweaty back in
more bodily fluids. She was speechless, breathing hard, and unable to
move, as he got up and went to the bathroom.
When he returned,
he helped clean her up, and she smiled. Still has manners, she
thought. Claire dressed and then watched him as he dressed, wondering
if she could make him a regular, or maybe even more. A guy like this
was hard to come by, Claire thought. She was torn. Half of her wanted
to make it through graduate school, and keeping this guy around for
freebies would kill the possibility of her continuing this line of
work. She decided to give him the option. “Telephone?”
she asked with her French accent, making the universal sign for
talking on the phone. He smiled and handed her his cell phone, and
she called her own number. When she heard her ring tone in her purse,
she hung up, and saved the number in his phone as “Sophie”.
He smiled as she got dressed, and when she was on her way out, she
gave him another, sweeter, kiss. He did give her ass one last
squeeze, and it was so nice that she was instantly wet again. She
managed to restrain herself, since she had other customers that day.
She turned and left. She knew it was possible she would never see him
again, so she gave him the best show possible, as she sashayed her
way out the door.
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“Where are
you going? Do you also not feel well?” his concerned face
filled her vision. She hoped he couldn’t see the tears forming
as she desperately looked at her feet to get away from his eyes.
“I know that
you don’t want to go out with just me. I don’t want to
waste your evening, so I’ll just go.” She was proud that
her voice didn’t crack.
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would you think that, ma chérie?” he asked her, moving
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you want me when you can have someone as beautiful as her?” she
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He came in, right
next to her, and moved in for a kiss. She let him take it, kissing
him back for a few moments, before pushing him away. “Let’s
get one thing straight, Mr. Hayes. I am not one of your bimbos that
you can use up and throw away. If you think you’ve got an easy
lay coming your way, you are mistaken.”
Again, he looked a
little crestfallen, but she could see the way it turned him on. She
decided to go with it. She unbuttoned a couple buttons from her
blouse, and he eagerly looked at her black bra.
“We are going
to have some fun tonight, but on my terms. If you start to get out of
line, I am going to reel you back in. If you get way out of control,
then this is over and you’ll never touch me again. If you keep
going from there…”
She gestured
around. “There are several cameras in this restaurant, and I
know where each of them are. In addition, I’ve installed one of
my own, and it’s been running all night, streaming to a friend
of mine’s computer. It’s shown you watching me all night,
touching me, and helping me clean up. It’ll also pick up
whatever you do here tonight.”
He went pale,
leaning back against the table. “It’s encrypted, so he
won’t be able to watch it or copy it. If you do things to me
that I don’t want, I’ll release the file and the password
to the media. However, if you manage to continue to please me
tonight, then the file and the hard drive it’s been printed on
will be yours.”
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stunned. “Why are you doing all this?” he asked.
She looked him dead
in the eye. “You’re a very dangerous man, Mr. Hayes. Not
only are you physically able to assault me, but you’re able to
buy your way out of most trouble. So far, you’ve been willing
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toward him, put her hand on his chest, and kissed him. It was the
first kiss that she had given him without prompting, and he seemed
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“This room
reminds me of my apartment when I first started out after college.
Please take off your shoes and jacket.” He spoke quietly and
deliberately. I slipped off my shoes and folded my business suit
jacket neatly on top of them. I stared at the chair, thinking of the
amazing things we had done with a similar chair years ago.
“Sit down”
he commanded. I instantly moved and sat on the plastic folding chair.
He walked around me slowly, appraising what he saw. He loosened his
tie, pulling it over his head instead of untying it. It dropped to
the floor as he walked, and he stepped on it as he undid his shirt
cuffs and collar. I perched on the edge of the chair, my knees pushed
together to keep from knocking and my feet pointed up on my toes. I
was concentrating on maintaining my posture, the tape pulling at the
small hairs on my back, the sweat loosening the edges of the tape. I
hoped he wouldn’t notice the sweat.
He pulled out two
clothespins from his pocket as he walked in front of me, then set
them on the box behind me. They were the cheap kind that my mother
used when she dried sheets outside when I was a kid; I wondered what
he was going to do with them. He rummaged in one of the boxes in the
corner, bringing out some twine, scissors, and what looked like an
egg, and he set them down behind me with the clothes pins. I kept
looking obediently straight ahead.
“Put your
hands behind you, Claire,” he asked, politely but with a tone
that made it clear that it was an order. My hands flew back, hooking
my elbows around the cheap plastic chair back. I felt a rough twine
wrap my wrists and tie them to the bars of the chair as he kneeled
behind me. I tested the knots, finding that he had left the twine
loose enough to rub against my skin but that I couldn’t break
free. He leaned in and kissed my neck where the collar to my shirt
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hairs that escaped my ponytail. A shiver ran through me, and he
chuckled before grabbing my ponytail and forcing my head back.
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pain and part with pleasure. “You like that? Good.” He
kissed my forehead gently and let my hair go. My heart was fluttering
in my chest with excitement and a little apprehension. I rubbed my
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About the Author
Cassandra Zara is a
young woman in her 30s who has wanted to write the kind of fiction
she’d like to read for a long time. It may sound cliché,
but she really does love long walks on the beach with her husband.
Her new baby keeps her plenty busy, but she's overjoyed to have
people who enjoy her work.
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you think and send me ideas. My email address is
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