This is a story of a long weekend. It twists and turns and starts with a slow burn. If you have triggers or fears, consider turning back here.
–Friday afternoon–
I sat on the beach in my childhood hometown, reading a horror novel, waiting. I made it to the third chapter when a voice I hadn’t heard in nearly a decade chimed above the noise if the waves and the parties gearing up on all sides of me.
“Cee? Oh my God. It’s really you. I saw on Instagram you were back in town. I figured you’d be partying with your boys. It’s Soo good to see you. You look good!” Samantha was, for lack of a better phrase, my high school sweetheart. We were many first for one another from junior year onward. We parted ways when I went away to college and started to taste the variety that is the spice of life.
As she spoke I stood and gave her a hug, she locked her arms around me and squeezed, the garish wedding ring on her finger digging into my ribs.
“Yeah I’m house and plant sitting for a friend who’s in Europe. Funny thing, I haven’t talked to the boys for almost as long as I last spoke to you.” There was silence after I finished. A look crossed her face that I couldn’t peg between contemplative and forlorn. Sam snapped back into focus and realized she had her arms still wrapped around me and was gazing up at my face.
“Oh gosh, I get so spacy” she stepped back and tried to hide her blush by looking out to the ocean. I used the opportunity to survey her body.
She looked out of place for a local here on a holiday weekend. For one, aside from me and some old folks she was the only person at the beach alone. And at just shy of 30 she was the only woman her age and level of fitness in a one piece that was so completely covering, though some tattoos peeked out, too large to conceal. Her family had been conservative and only some of the taboos had survived her transition to adulthood.
No matter how covered she was, her swimmer’s physique was hard to miss. Her back was toned and her limbs were lean and muscular. She’d taken the sport back up in the last year after having dropped it after highschool
Amazing the things you can find on social media.
“Is Marcel around?” I asked, doing my best not to look around too comically.
“Ah, no he… isn’t really one for the beach.”
Two months after we broke up Sam started seeing Marcel. Within that year they were married. That was 8 years ago and the last I had heard from her.
“How about you?” She asked “ever end up settling down.”
“Oh no, I travel too much for anything serious. Being home actually feels sort of eerie after so long away, but if all the beaches I’ve been to, this is still my favorite. Have any special holiday plans?”
“Oh no, I was just planning to lock myself away from the crazy and write all weekend. I don’t know why I thought today would be calmer,” she said, taking in the crowd.
We sat together on the beach and caught up, both of us omitting crucial details about what brought us there that Friday. I produced a flask and to my surprise she wasn’t shy about taking long pulls from it. Eventually I asked enough probing questions to break her fragile resolve.
“Honestly, Cee. Marcel and I have been apart for a while. We’re going to get a divorce and I’ve spent the last year doing some real soul searching. ”
“I get it. I’ve had to say some hard goodbyes over the years”. The silence from before reasserted itself. This time Sam didn’t stop herself from looking.
“Listen” I touched her hand just below the ring. “My friend’s place is just up the road, come by and I’ll make us dinner.”
Sam looked at me skeptically. It was haunting to see all those familiar expressions on her matured face. “Cee, I don’t think- I can’t- I mean I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”‘she wasn’t looking at me now and was playing with the cap on the now empty flask.
“No expectations, just dinner. For old times’ sake. Besides, try and tell me you don’t miss my cooking just a little.”
Sam looked around the partiers and then into the sky then at the crashing waves as though any of those held the answer she knew she was going to give from the outset.
“Oh alright. But if you’re cooking I’m buying whatever you need.” Sam’s eyes were alight.
“Deal.”
–Friday night–
We came to the house laden with groceries. Rack of lamb, potatoes, endive and of course two bottles of wine. I figured if I was going to do this, I should at least treat her a little. While I cooked I let her talk. She talked about work, the books she’d been reading, swimming and what had changed in our home city. Everything but her failing marriage and the circumstances of today.
“This house is something else,” she said over dinner. The second bottle of wine was almost gone and despite my pacing and tolerance I was buzzed. “your friends must be crazy loaded.”
“They can afford impromptu euro trips if that’s any indication.”
“You know. I don’t really know what you do. I asked some if your friends but, they know as little as me. When you popped up again I saw all the pictures and thought wow. He really figured it out.”
“I am a scout for an exotic imports company.”
“Fancy lot of words those are.” Sam stuck her tongue out at me. It stirred me in a way I wasn’t totally ready for.
“I go and look for interesting and unique things. Sometimes it’s herbs or a certain type of food or clothes. Sometimes it’s unique drugs or experiences. I have an eye so I do well for myself. Not as well as all this, unfortunately” I said featuring to the house “but I can feed my vices. And I get to see the world.”
Sam poured the last bit of wine into her glass and swirled away through the house. After the beach, she’d changed into a blue and white striped dress with a halter top that showed off her tan nearly as well as the swimsuit had.
I cleaned the table and went in search of her. She had collapsed on a massive sectional sofa and was staring up at the mosaic art set into the high arched ceilings. She closed one eye then the other.
“I never really had a chance of holding you down did I?” She asked without looking at me. “I know you never made any promises but I had hoped.”
“Don’t take it personal, Sammy. Once I started seeing new things, stopping wasn’t an option.” I sat on the sectional at her feet and started rubbing them. She squirmed like a satisfied cat. Her dress pulled up by her twisting, affording me a view of her thong that was mismatched with her swimsuit tan.
“How do you always know where to touch?” She asked.
“Like I said. I have a good eye always have.”
Sam sat up suddenly “Is that why you came back? You had an ‘eye’ for something. Then you vanish again to your next something.” Sam slapped me on the chest to punctuate each point.
“I just came to housesit. And see my favorite beach. The rest of this is a beautiful coincidence.” It didn’t feel good to lie so brazenly.
“Fuck you, for leaving, and fuck you for coming back and for still being you and somehow looking better than we were kids. And Fuck you for calling me Sammy.” Sam was on top of me now, straddling one of my legs, pulling at the collar of my shirt with one hand and pressing into my chest with the other.
I wrapped one hand around her hair. It was always so thick as to be unwieldy and a light brown that looked silver in the right light. Controlling it with one hand was a practiced skill. I pulled her face into mine and her whole body relaxed with our mouths being the only point of tension. She kissed just like she did in high school. Aggressively, shamelessly, using her whole body, but with a novel urgency, like if our tongues came apart I’d disappear again. She tasted of wine and the dinner I’d made.
She bit my lip hard. I pulled her by her hair hard and around so she was beneath me on the couch. No doubt she could feel my cock pushing to get out of my pants and into her. She was breathing hard, the freckles on her face bunching as she snarled.
“Get off me.”
I held her hair tight. When I went to kiss her again she snapped her teeth at me.
“Fine.” I wrenched her head back and worked my way down her neck with my mouth sucking on her salty skin and enjoyed her thrashing under me.
She grabbed my hair taking me by surprise and spun to her feet. We stood at arms length for a moment. Sam’s face fell. Her anger melted to despair. “I don’t know why I came here with you this was a stupid mistake. My divorce isn’t even final, I haven’t even been with another man and you’re the very last person I should give any of myself to.” Tears streamed down her face. I stepped closer and she stepped back. I put out my hands in a peace motion. I moved in closer and wiped her hair from her face.
“It’s okay. I think we’re both a little drunk,”
“Don’t do that with me. We shouldn’t be doing this for both of our sake.” She tried to pull out of my grip and as the struggle got fierce I planted my feet and hit her with an uppercut in the solar plexus.
Unfortunately for Sam, it hadn’t been up to her since she came back here with me.
A little less than a year ago I came back on the grid. Started social media profiles using my full name. Sharing a bit of what I’d been doing in the years since technology had been so commonplace. Sam had been one of the first to friend me. We never traded a message, or even a like as far as I can remember, but I could see through the window into the life of someone I knew all too well. The history of her photos told the story as well as anything. Early in her marriage there were pictures of her and Marcel doing all sorts of things, in couples costumes at parties, picking fruit, the sort of inane shit that could drive anyone mad. But as time went on Marcel faded into a nonentity. Her posts became about living for herself, affirmations, and girls’ days. Her stories were about leaving behind toxicity and negative influences. And when I appeared she started going to the beach. My beach. She never liked the neighborhood I was from much less the ocean. I knew I just had to go back, leave a breadcrumb trail and see if she followed.
Sam was doubled over trying to get her breath. I took a pair of ropes that held the curtains together off the wall. I pulled Sam’s arms behind her back and looped the rope around. She twisted in my grip and kicked, I threw another harder punch into her liver and guided her to be face down bent over a heavy writing desk against the wall. I cinched the knot tight enough to hold her hands behind her back but with enough play to let her twist and keep her circulation unimpeded. She groaned in pain and I stroked her head.
“Sammy baby, I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have, but I will if you keep this up.”
“What’s wrong with you, you fucking monster.” Sam spat through clenched teeth.
“I was like an alcoholic who’d never tasted liquor. Once I did I knew how to scratch my itch. But I’m not a monster, just another animal. And do you know what, Sammy? So are you I wish I’d have known to show you when we were kids, but such is life. I have three days to show you now. I want to make you my animal.”
“Please, don’t do this.”
I’d heard every version of that plea. But never from the lips of a woman who I knew so completely whose body and preferences had been my introduction to sexuality.
I pulled her dress up and bunched it around her ribcage, I pulled her thong down and let it fall around her ankles. Her beautiful slit of a pussy was shaved. Every inch of her was toned and her tan perfectly outlined the swimmers one piece, highlighting the core of her person.
“Did you do this for me?” I stroked her with my fingertips which made her whole body jolt. “Was it dinner that got you this wet? Or maybe the episode on the couch? Or maybe you like being handled rough. Or maybe you missed me. Or did you spend as much of today imagining this as I did?”
I dropped my own clothes to the floor. Sam started to get her bearings to stand but I pressed her into the desk, my hips against her ass and one hand on her back. With my free hand, I took my cock and ran it up and down her cunt coating myself in her juices and producing moans.
“No”
It was all I needed to hear. I pressed into her agonizingly slowly. It took everything not to slam my hips into her. I savored every millimeter foreign and familiar all at once.
“Fuck I missed this.”
In all I took about 45 seconds from insertion to get balls deep, eliciting a slow howl from Sammy. When at depth I throbbed, growing more, pressing against her cervix with the tip of my cock. I withdrew as slowly pressing against her at the angle I knew she loved. Sammy’s howl morphed to a gasp. Her pussy clenched and I watched the muscles in her back tell the story of pleasure and pain mingling in her athletic frame.
When we’d been together I would torment her like this for as long as I could bear to, what Sammy really loved was to be fucked, hard and raw until she was an incoherent mess. I didn’t have the patience nor time to spend drawing this out tonight. My speed increased like a freight train, once I got going there was no stopping me from jackhammering into her pussy so hard that jars of pens rolled off the desk and shattered. The legs of the desk scraped on the floor with my thrusts. I forced Sammy’s hips into the edge of the table so hard that she would have deep bruises on the insides of her hips for a week. The harder I fucked her the tighter she clamped down on me, to the point I thought it would hurt her if I pulled out. I sank my teeth into the muscles of her back, kissed her neck and used my hands to grasp her firm ass, reclaiming everything that had been mine.
Sammy’s body was like a rag doll. Her arms twisted in her restraints. She tried to gain purchase on the floor to brace against my strokes but her bare feet slipped on the tile floor each time I pushed into her. Tears were pooling on the desk and the sounds that escaped her were between screams and ragged pants.
She must have remembered my patterns as well, because once my stroke was out of control she spoke. Each word made staccato by my fervor.
“Please,”
Thrust.
“Not,”
Thrust.
“Inside,”
Thrust.
“Off,”
Thrust.
“Birth,”
Thrust
“Control,”
I considered risking it but pregnancy wasn’t part of the plan. I felt ready to burst and slid out as smoothly as I could, placed the tip of my cock against her asshole pressed enough for my tip to open her, and came. Most of it ended up between her ass cheeks as she twisted away. I stepped back and she sank to the floor and lay in the fetal position.
I went to the couch, fetched a pillow and a blanket, put the pillow beneath her head, and covered her ravished body.
“You were perfect, Sammy” I kissed her cheek and she flinched. I returned to the kitchen and fixed myself a drink. I relished the post sex haze. This had all gone so well this far. Back in the living room, Sam had moved it looked like she was trying to get something off the floor with her bound hands. I sat on the couch and chastised her.
“Even if you free your hands I’ll just tie you up again.”
She looked up at me like a wild animal, perfect. “You got what you wanted, let me go.”
“Oh no baby we are just getting started, we have a whole long weekend to get reaquainted.” The blood started filling my cock again as I thought about it. “why don’t you come over here and blow me like you used to.”
“Fuck you, if you think my mouth is going near you I’ll bite off anything you put near me.” Sammy snarled, from the look in her eyes I believed her. Also unfortunate.
This was part of why I was here. My job is to procure the unique and exotic, and in all my travels, all the women I’d seduced, forced, paid for, and been with, none came close to Sammy’s skill at a blow job.
“I love the fire and fight in you baby. Remember how much fun we used to have wrestling on your parent’s floor? I loved it when I’d let you get an advantage then flip you all at once and our little matches would turn into so many days exploring each other on that floor. But I’m not gonna let you get any advantages this weekend, at least not until I’m sure you’re mine again. I’ll ask again, why don’t you come over here and suck my cock or I’m going to punish you.” I was nearly fully hard again.
“Never.” She looked from my eyes to my cock with her animal gaze that just served to make me hungry for her.
I sighed and stood, went back to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of olive oil with a pour spout. I marched back into the living room. She was screaming for help and trying to jostle a living room door open with her hands behind her back. I grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her to the couch, kicking and screaming. I threw her down, face down again, and straddled her prone torso so I was facing her legs.
“From now on. When you say no to me this is what will happen.”
I pushed the spout into her ass and let two glugs of oil into her hole. Her little muscular cheeks squeezed together as hard as they could and her body bucked beneath me. I set the bottle aside and probed into her asshole with first one then two fingers. “Can you believe we never thought to do anal back then?” I said, worming my fingers around coating her insides with the olive oil. Sammy froze, every one of her muscles stood out on her perfect limbs, the lighter skin of her ass tensed and relaxed in time with my fingers and her breathing turned to hyperventilation. “Something tells me you won’t like it this time but trust me, it’ll grow on you.”
By now I was in a frenzy. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and spun so I was on top of her. One of my legs reached the ground, the other knelt next to her on the couch. She wormed around trying to slide forward, I grabbed the rope between her wrists and tugged her back so her ass was right below my crotch. When she felt my cocktip against her oily ass she clenched with all she had. I dig one of my thumbs into a pressure point on her inner thigh. She relaxed involuntarily and I surged forward. There was no slow torture like with her pussy. I slid all the way through her tightly coiled anus up to my balls, her firm little asscheeks providing no barrier, making it easy for me to bury my whole cock in her asshole.
I swirled on top of her, stirring her guts. A sound came from low in her throat that I’d never heard her make.
“As bad as this hurts. Whatever happens. Just remember. All you had to do was suck my cock, and we both know how good you are at that.”
I started fucking her with my whole weight. Lifting up and dropping myself into her ass, piledriving her virgin hole with my cock backed by the rest of my body. She screamed and I pushed her face into the couch cushion, the muffled sound making me all the more aroused. Her hole was slick with the oil making it easy for me to abuse her at any speed I wanted. “It hurts less if you just relax and take it.” She tried clawing at my stomach with her bound hands but I pinned them to the side with ease. I would have pumped her harder as punishment but I was giving her everything I had. In her back my teeth marks were setting into bruises and where I’d struck her was discolored as well. I felt as bad as I could about it while raping her ass, which wasn’t very.
Eventually, I slowed down and luxuriated in her pain. “I’m so glad you’re mine again Sammy” I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to cum inside you this time” her whimpered protest was hardly audible. I pressed my head into the base of her skull as I came, feeling her whole body with mine as best I could. I pulsated in her ass feeling my hot cum stewing inside her. I lay on her till I softened. Her breathing was uneven and broken by sobs. I withdrew gently and stood. I turned Sammy over. Her face was a snotty mascara streaked mess. In her belly was an angry bruise from where I first hit her. Her frizzy hair was a tangle. My god did she look beautiful. Perfect.
I looked up at the clock. 12:03am.
“Come on sweetheart. Let’s take some care of you.” I said. I slid my arms underneath her, and carried her to the bathroom…
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I’m back to writing. Sammy’s story will be posted over the next few days as a post for fri-mon of memorial day with the story growing each time. This will likely be the longest as I got a little carried away with the intro. check out my other stuff if you haven’t already and updates will come for those throughout June. Happy reading ;)
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