“Why don’t you give me your number, and you can call me later and find out just how far I’d go.” I winked at him as I turned to leave.
He was practically out of breath, and now he was stroking himself through his shorts, probably wishing we’d had just a little more time. I felt like some sort of sex goddess, leaving him there panting and desperate for more.
“Venice, hold on.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He then took out a pen and scribbled a number onto a bill. “I’ll expect your call tonight.” He handed me all the cash, not just the hundred dollar bill that he had written his number on.
I flipped through the stack quickly and felt the place between my thighs grow wet as I realized it was over a thousand dollars, nearly all in hundreds. Maybe being in a sorority wouldn’t be so bad, not if we got to meet the cream of Orange County’s crop! I swung my hips as I went back into the other room, feeling like a million bucks.
That night when we got home I sat my sister down and told her exactly what happened, pulling out the cash and smiling as if I’d won the lottery.
“So are you actually going to call him?” she asked eagerly.
“Well, it couldn’t hurt. You know, daddy isn't going to be around forever. Besides, I want to have some fun with this one.
My heels clicked loudly as I walked up the drive to Christian’s doorstep. The house was large, even larger than I had expected, and the yard was impeccably kept. Christian had money; that was undeniable. I stopped at the top step, checking myself in a tiny mirror to ensure that everything about me was perfect. I reached up, deciding to use the knocker rather than the doorbell.
“CLACK, CLACK, CLACK”
A light flicked on inside and I could hear footsteps approaching. The door opened wide, and there stood Christian, staring at me the way a fat kid does cake. I slowly opened my silk wrap, dropping it to the floor to reveal my perfectly bare body. With nothing but heels I stood there, proudly showing him what I was most proud of.
“I…wow. Marry me now,” he exclaimed, adjusting the fabric of his shorts as if they were suddenly constricting him.
“I would absolutely consider it, but not without a taste of what I’d be getting into,” I rocked my hips seductively.
Christian was still in shock and it was all he could do just to invite me inside. I had never been so forward with anyone, but it was fun playing the role. I liked the thought of giving him the illusion of his power. It made me feel naughty, and from the heat coming from between my legs, it also made me wet.
“So,” I said innocently, "What do you want me to do to win your approval?”
I thought Christian would be the same flustered boy that he had been at the door. I considered toning my act down until he caught up with my momentum, but I was wrong.
“Well, I guess you're just going to have to turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles so I can get a good look at you,” he said sternly, his voice a low growl.
“Oh yes sir!” I squeaked, turning away from him and slowly stroking my fingers down my thighs, my calves, and all the way to the floor where I laid my palms flat.
Christian let out a moan. I could see his feet as he stepped closer, his hand cupping my ass cheek as his finger slid along the slick pink flesh that was now on display.
Christian released his grip, one hand steadying my back as the other gave me a hard spanking.
I let out a little yelp as his forceful slap stung my butt cheeks. Once again his open hand came down, harder this time, and I yelped a little louder. Once more, and then again, and again, until each time he slapped my ass I was letting out a desperate cry of pleasure.
When he had enough he didn’t waste any time. Christian lifted me over his shoulder and began walking me towards a bedroom. All the while his hand was between my thighs, his fingers teasing me but never pleasing my need to be filled. He threw me down hard onto the bed, and a shiver ran down my spine. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide.
“I like it rough,” I told him, expecting him to fuck me right then.
“And rough is exactly the way you’ll get it,” he agreed.
His eyes were by now wild with lust, and my body was hot with desire. I had never done anything like this, and the thrill of novelty was practically enough to make me cum right there without ever having fucked him at all. Christian bent down out of view, and when he came back up I saw that he had a leather strap in his hand.
“Do you like it when I’m in control?”
“Yes sir, I like it,” I said as demurely as I could.
His hands were on a mission, and soon, I was spread four ways, each of my limbs tied tightly into place. I could squirm, but not enough to protect myself as he began to tease me. His fingertips ran up my sides, giving me sensual chills. Another touch traced the bottom of my foot, making me squirm. His body straddled mine, and from the smile on his face I could tell he enjoyed watching me buck and pant.
Christian unbuttoned his shorts and slid out of them, his body muscular and tanned, and all I could imagine was his cock thrusting deep into my belly. I let out a whimper to let him know just how badly I wanted him.
“Don’t worry, Venice. You’re going to get more of this than you can handle.” His lips turned up into a devilish grin, making me wonder what he had up his sleeve.
He didn’t make me wait to find out--he immediately pressed his stiff rod to my heat. “I want to hear you scream,” he growled.
His thick, bare cock plunged deep within me, sending heat radiating in all directions from my tummy. I gasped and let out a little scream. His hips bucked up and into me, harder each time. I felt the leather ties pulling against his thrusts, letting his thick cock plunge deeper.
Christian opened the drawer of a night stand next to us and pulled out a little box, removing a small device from inside. With his cock still inside of me he pinched the soft flesh above my clit. His touch made me squirm, and I let out a loud moan to let him know that I was enjoying myself. He then took a controller and turned the device on. I felt the vibration slow, steady and delicious. Christian thrust rhythmically as he slowly began cranking up the frequency of the little vibrating pearl until my pussy started practically convulsing. I let out a whimpered moan, my body threatening to cum.
My nipples tightened as he cranked the device higher.
“Too much!” I cried out, bucking my hips and trying to stop the vibrations from coming.
He was grinning down at me in delightful bliss as my body was wracked with pleasure and pain. The little pearl buzzed even faster, and I bucked and screamed for him to slow it down, it was too much to handle but I was helpless to stop him.
“Ooh, oh! Please, please stop!” I cried, my body was shuddering and shivering with pleasure despite the wild urge to buck the little device from my body. I could feel his dick hard between my thighs, my struggle only driving him deeper.
“Come on, Venice! Ride that cock, make me cum, baby!” A moment later he lowered the frequency back to where my body could handle the vibration.
I could feel my insides shuddering and convulsing, and the smooth rhythm drove me to my peak. With every muscle in my body I flexed and worked my hips hard against him, massaging his dick as I moaned out in wild ecstasy. He moaned loudly, and I knew he was about to lose himself. Just the sound of his pleasure was enough to send me over the edge, and I let out a loud scream of pleasure and my pussy tightened around his thickness. I could feel the waves of pleasure tugging his dick deeper into my belly, coaxing his cock to unload.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, I’m cumming,” he declared in a strained voice, droplets of sweat forming at his temples.