We drove in silence for about half an hour, finally arriving at a dark parking lot. Simon threw open the car door, and gestured that I follow him. I did. He took out a big bag from the car with him.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Toys.” I felt a tingle pass through my body. What did he have in mind? I couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he would do to me tonight.
“Let’s get started.” Simon said, pressing me against the hood of the car.
“Eager, ha?” I teased, as he slipped his hand under my skirt.
“Oh…” he smiled. “Look at that…a surprise.”
Two of his fingers started rubbing against my pussy as he slowly slipped his tongue in my mouth. We made out for quite a bit, before he slid his fingers inside me. I pushed my head back, moaning, excited as his fingers were digging through my pussy. He suddenly pulled out.
“Time for the toys babe.” He said, opening his bag.
“What do you have in there?”
Simon pulled out a pair of handcuff.
“Come ‘ere.” He said, pulling me towards the car door.
He turned me around, so that I would face the car and pushed me against it. I let out a yelp, but before I could, Simon cuffed my hands to the door handles.
“Oh my. What are you gonna do now?” I teased.
“You’ll see sexy.” He said, slapping my ass.
He took something else out of the bag.
“Hey babe…” He said. “You have a problem with filming?”
“What?!” I screamed. “No way…We’re not filming.”
Simon smirked, placing the camera in front of me.
“Simon, I’m serious…No filming!” I kept screaming. Simon just kept smirking and tinkering with the camera.
“Smile babe.” He said, as the camera started filming.
“Simon turn that off!” I yelled, tugging on the handcuffs trying to break free.
Simon moved behind me, and put his hands on my hips.
“Easy babe.” He said, gently massaging me. “It’ll be fine. You’re gonna be a movie star.” He slowly pressed me against the car and kissed my neck.
I started struggling harder, attempting to push him off.
“Babe…” he said, somewhat aggressively. “You’re kinda pissing me off now. Just relax.” He said, quietly, pushing his hands beneath my shirt, and gently rubbing my breasts and nipples.
In my struggles, I pushed my head back, harshly smacking the back of it against Simon’s nose. He tripped over and fell down.
While he was down, I attempted to break free of the restraints. But I was too slow. Simon was on his feet and gripping my hair from behind.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “I give you the time of your life and this is how you repay me?!” he ripped the clothes off of me and left me cuffed and naked. “I was gonna be gentle with you, but you don’t deserve gentle, you filthy whore.”
He took his cock out and quickly shoved it in my pussy. I cried out, but he choked my screams with his hand, pushing his fingers down my throat. He fucked me, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Tears filled my eyes and poured down my face. He slapped my ass, as his cock was ravishing my pussy. It was no longer the playful, fun, teasing slaps. He was really hurting me…and yet…I still enjoyed every second of it. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. It was exciting, dangerous.
It took about 10 minutes, for Simon to break me. I started moaning, crying in pleasure, begging him for more. And he gave it to me. He unleashed his load, blowing it all off in my womb. I cried out as the, now familiar, orgasmic pleasure took over my body again. Simon stepped off and uncuffed me.
“Anything you wanna say slut?” he said, angry, as I fell to my knees.
I looked up at him. I was quiet for a few seconds, looking up at his, amazingly gorgeous, body.
“Y…yes.” I mumbled.
“What is it?” he shouted.
“I…Thank you for…”
Before I could finish what I had to say, he shoved his cock in my face.
“Don’t thank me with words slut. Thank me with actions.”
I put the cock in my mouth and got to work. I used my mouth, to clean every inch of Simon’s delicious cock. He grabbed my hair, as I was working.
“You’re my slut Thea. REMEMBER THAT!”
“Yes…I know.” I said, quietly, with his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock getting hard again, in my mouth. He pulled me up.
“Ready for round two?!” he asked.
I looked at him, lustfully. As if he really needed to ask.
We stayed at that parking lot all night, fucking in every position Simon could think of…filming the whole thing. And I loved every single minute of it.
The sun was already up, when Simon and I were driving back home. We both were quiet. We arrived at Simon’s parent’s driveway.
“Look.” He said. “Things got a little…out of hand.”
“It’s fine…” I cut him off. “Just go…and…” I fell silent for a second, and looked away from Simon. “…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I wasn’t looking, but I could feel Simon’s smirk. He was proud of himself. He was proud of making me his little whore.
Author: hajlender12
A Harlot’s Story, Part III [M/F, orgasm denial, oral]
The ride back to the apartment was quiet. Josh tried to start a conversation, but I couldn’t bear to speak to him. I had utterly betrayed him. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t my fault. That the sex was so good, that I couldn’t resist it. A pitiful excuse, I realize. It felt like I had become a slutty, high school cheerleader.
“Babe…you ok?” I heard Josh ask.
“Oh. Yeah. I’m…I’m fine.”
“Did Simon do something stupid while you two were alone?” he asked, half-joking. “He sometimes says stupid things…but he is pretty harmless.”
I guiltily gulped down. “No…” I said quietly “…he didn’t do anything…”
I tried to put it out of my mind and act natural. That didn’t work out. I think I came off worse, cause Josh kept quiet for the rest of the trip.
We arrived at his apartment and I quickly ran to the bathroom. I took a nice, cold shower, to put my mind at ease.
“Alright. This was a one-time thing. I love Josh…He’s my boyfriend, the best I ever had. This was just a minor set-back. A one-time mistake. It won’t happen again.”
I got out of the shower, in my thin, robe. Josh awaited on the bed, in his boxers, doing a sexy pose.
“Hey babe…ready for some a’loving?” he said, half-teasing.
I couldn’t help but giggle. I was gonna try to redeem myself, by having sex with my boyfriend…yes. I’ve sunk incredibly low.
“Alright sexy…” I said, slowly slipping my robe off. “…I’m ready.”
I got on top of him and kissed him, gently biting down his lower lip. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and put his hands on my hips. We made out for a few minutes. Josh caressed my body, slowly moving up towards my tits. He was so gentle…completely different from Simon, I thought. NO! Stop thinking about Simon. Josh is here. With me. He is my boyfriend. NOT Simon.
He took my nipples and gently rubbed them between his fingers. It was quite arousing, I must admit.
I slipped his boxers off, revealing his throbbing cock. I smiled at him, as I wrapped my mouth around it and went down. His cock was as amazing as always. I could feel my pussy getting wet, as his cock was grinding against my throat, getting bigger in my mouth. I felt my body burning up. I kept getting hornier and hornier. I wanted my boyfriend’s cock inside me. I couldn’t wait for it.
Suddenly, I felt a thick, warm liquid, slipping down my throat. It was semen. Josh had cum…in my mouth…after a few minutes of blowing him. I had no choice but to swallow his semen and pull myself up.
“Oh shit…” Josh said, pulling up as well. “…I’m so sorry babe. I thought I could hold it longer.”
I tried answering. But sexual frustration overwhelmed me. Silently, I stood off the bed and went to the bathroom.
“Babe…” Josh called after me.
“It…” I forced myself to speak. “It’s fine…” I looked back at him, forcing a smile. Quite a convincing one, apparently cause it convinced Josh. The fucker fell right back into bed.
“Sorry again babe.” He yelped, before resting his head on the pillow and falling asleep.
A Harlot’s Story, Part II [M/F, creampie]
The frustration kept building up…It was no longer due to nervousness or anxiety. Oh no…I had been interrupted while experiencing my very first orgasm. What I was feeling now, was full blown sexual frustration…
I guess the frustration must’ve showed on my face, because my boyfriend kept asking if I’m alright.
“I’m fine Josh.” I tried to sound up-beat, as I answered his question for, what seemed like, the 100th time. I looked over to Simon, who was sitting on my left. He grinned at me and gave me a wink. Smug bastard I thought to myself.
The conversation with Josh’s parents was, honestly going well. They were not nearly as bad as he made them out to be. His dad was funny, in an old guy kinda way. His mom, a little up-tight, but ultimately a kind lady. And as for his brother…well we all know how I feel about him.
“So Thea…” Simon asked all of a sudden. “…how do you like my cooking?”
He looked over me, smiling his smug, obnoxious smile. His eyes looked straight into mine, and for some reason I felt powerless.
“It…it’s some of the best food I’ve ever eaten…” I said, quickly turning away from his gaze.
“Oh…” Simon cackled. “I think you’re overblowing it.”
I felt his hand on my leg. He was gently caressing my knee and going up my thigh. I bit my lower lip, but made no attempt to stop him.
I had no idea what had gotten into me. Under any circumstance, I would push the man away…Simon had a strange sort of power over me…
“Simon has always been a great cook.” Josh’s mom spoke up. “Ever since he was a young boy.” There was a certain dose of pride in her voice.
“Josh never told me about his brother’s amazing cooking ability.” I joked, trying to concentrate on the conversation.
“Yeah…” Simon said. “Joshie has always been a little jealous of my talents.” There was a sort of devilish emphasis on the word “talents”. His hand moved up, slipping inside of my jeans. I bit down my lip, as two of his fingers penetrated and found themselves inside me.
“I’m not jealous…” Josh scoffed. “Just never came up, is all.”
I put my hand on my loving boyfriend’s shoulder, comforting him, while his brother was fingering me.
Again, I felt the sensation from the couch. I knew what I was doing was wrong, yet it was amazingly arousing. I had no idea what was happening, but suddenly this looming danger of being caught was driving me insane.
I was holding in my moans, as hard as I could. I tried to concentrate on the conversation with Josh’s parents. I tried biting my lip, to quench the pleasures. But eventually, Simon broke me and I let out a silent moan.
“Excuse me…” I said, buttoning up my jeans and jumping off of my chair. “…I really need to go to the bathroom.”
Before anyone could say anything I ran out of the room, and into the bathroom.
“Oh my God…” sitting alone on the toilet, I was attempting to understand what had happened to me. “…what’s going on…”
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and then it swung open. Simon slowly entered the bathroom, in his boxers and an undershirt.
“Hey sexy…” he said. “…you ready?”
A Harlot’s Story, part I [oral, cheating, m/f]
This is part I of an on-going story I'm planning. I'll try to do a story a day, or at least twice a week.
I'm sorry if it's not very good. It's my first story.
Also, sorry for the long set-up and the shortage of sex. This is more of prologue to the series.