30 Minutes byPaulBeenisPatrol©

Alice took off her circular glasses and rubbed her temple. "Jesus fucking Christ." Calvin was destroying her in Mario Kart.

"C'mon," Calvin said with a grin, hand outstretched. Alice sighed, and reached down to her back left pocket to pull out her wallet. Her hand stopped. She asked "Double or nothing?"

She already owed him $40, but she knew the next map was Wario Mountain - and she NEVER loses on Wario Mountain.

"Deal." They started the next match. Calvin drove straight off the road, and hit three bananas in a row. He grumbled, "This game's broken." Alice grinned as she pulled ahead into first. Calvin sat up in his chair, he wasn't about to lose $80, especially not to Princess Peach. He drove through the next item box, grabbing a blue shell.

"How's it feel like to finally be in first place?" "Oh it just feels great." "Are you sure about that?"

Alice winced as she saw what was coming. The blue shell nuked Peach, and she watched as Toad zoomed past her to the finish line.

"You asshole!" she groaned. "Hell yeah baby! Fork it over!"

Alice rolled her eyes and reached for her wallet. But it wasn't in her left pocket. She checked her right pocket - it wasn't there either. She remembered that earlier when her wallet couldn't fit in her tight, high-wasted shorts, she put it on her bed, where it was probably now still sitting. She forgot to grab it before she left for Calvin's.

"Um... Calvin?" "Yeah?" "I don't have my wallet with me." He looked at her. "Really Alice? Last night, and now this?"

Alice remembered that she still owed Calvin money for the match the night before. "Yeah... Really..."

Calvin stood and paced the room. She stuttered, "I can get it to you tomorrow night?" "Nope, you said that the night before, and the night before." Alice winced as she remembered that she still hadn't paid Calvin two nights ago either. Some quick mental math revealed that she owed him around $200.

She really sucked at Mario Kart, but no way in hell was she going to admit it.

"If you're not gonna pay me with money, we're gonna need to work something else out," Calvin declared.

The room fell silent.

"15 minutes," she whispered.

"What?"

"For 15 minutes you can do whatever you want to me, and my body." She muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Calvin froze. This was his chance. He put his fingers to his chin, and pretended to be deep in thought. "You owe me $200 dollars. You think 15 minutes will make up for that?"

She blushed. She awkwardly played with her fingers, and rocked back and forth on her heels. "F-f-fine. 30 minutes."

Calvin thought some more. He walked up to her. She was a full head shorter than him. "Sure. I'll settle your debt, on one condition." "What?"

"No safety word."

Alice turned bright red. She played with her hair nervously. She trusted Calvin, they had been dating for about four months now and he'd always been nothing but courteous to her. He respected her bounds and she did his. But those boundaries were about to disappear, for 30 minutes.

She gulped. "Deal."

Calvin scooped her up and ran to the bedroom. She squealed in aroused fear. She glanced at a clock as he ran past: it read 9:47. *I just have to last until 10:17,* Alice thought to herself.

He kicked the door shut and dropped her on the bed. "All fours," he barked. Nervously, she got onto her hands and knees. Doggy style was pretty normal for them, what would be different this time?

He pulled down her shorts, and struggled to get the waistband down her wide hips. She was wearing a simple pair of beige panties. He scoffed. "Really? This is what you present me?"

Alice blushed, he'd never complained about her underwear before. "S-sorry Calvin?" A hand clapped her left butt cheek. "That's Master to you." "S-sorry Master..."

He walked away from her, and pulled out a box from the bottom of his closet. She turned her neck around to watch him rummage through the box, but then a pair of lingerie hit her in the face.

"Put it on. Now. We're going to re-do this." "Yes Master."

She stood up awkwardly, scooping up the underwear from the bed. She took off her oversize t-shirt, and her beige bra. She looked downward, but she felt his gaze on her bare skin.

She picked up a piece of black lace and identified it as a black thong. She gulped, and slid the butt floss up her thighs. She picked up the matching bra, and put it on. She was surprised to feel pressure underneath her breasts, and realized it was a push-up. It squeezed her chest, it was just a little too small for her D-cups. She realized there were one accessory left, a studded, leather collar. She clipped it around her neck.

Alice looked up, embarrassed and anxious to see if Calvin approved. She heard a camera shutter, and realized Calvin had just snapped a photo with his iPhone.

"Calvin, you asshole!" He stepped forward, looming over her. "What did you just call me?" She flinched at his words. "Back on the bed."

"Yes m-master." She shakily got back onto her hands and knees on the bed. Alice couldn't see what Calvin was doing, but she felt his presence move back and forth behind her. She heard him fidget with some container, the pop of a lid opening, and the sound of viscous liquid. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt his hips press against her cheeks. She shuddered at the touch.

His hands groped her cheeks, massaging and roughly playing with her peaches. She felt his toadstool trace the edges of her vagina, rubbing up and around her inner thighs.

Then suddenly, she felt something slip past her thong into her asshole. "Mnnghhghh~!" she muffled her gasp. Calvin calmly moved his thumb around the inside of her butt. Alice never let him do anal, and he totally understood why. But today, now, this was his chance to enter the forbidden lands.

"You okay?" Calvin whispered. Alice felt his breath on her neck. She nodded. She felt comforted to know that even in a no holds barred zone, he still worried about her.

"Alright. Here we go." He withdrew his thumb, and Alice braced for his dick. She felt him push his way inside. It hurt like hell, even with all the lube.

Calvin paused, watching her response. She seemed okay, so he inserted another inch. "MMMMnnnmnmMMNmmnnnn!" She grabbed the bed sheets and tried to tilt herself to an easier angle. There was none.

Calvin pushed in deeper, feeling her tight ass contract and quiver around his dick. Alice's vagina was already tight, but this was on a whole different level. Every centimeter of his girth was wrapped in her fleshy interior.

He looked down and saw that he was about halfway inside. Alice was struggling to stay still, and was squirming around, trying to lessen the pain. He grabbed her by the hips, and heaved her down the full way.

Alice grunted, and muttered, "Jesus fucking chrIST!" her voice pitching higher as she felt him fully enter her. She panted, taking deep breaths as her ass tried to comprehend the foreign object blocking passage. Her clit quivered uncontrollably.

He slowly withdrew from her sphincter, and then suddenly slammed his way back inside. Alice howled in pain.

Calvin slapped her ass again. "Did I say you could speak?"

Alice took deep breaths. "No sir."

"Then don't."

"Yes sir."

Calvin began to slide his cock in and out of her ass. Alice grimaced as she felt it piston up and down inside her. The pain was starting to lessen, the lubricant was really helping.

He grunted, and reached their normal fucking speed. Alice groaned as she felt her ass ravaged by his dick. Calvin, feeling emboldened from his power, began to thrust faster and faster.

Alice's whimpers became louder. At the higher speeds her ass wasn't sticking to the dick, and was instead gliding on the lube. After all, static friction is less than kinetic friction. (There's your physics lesson for the day)

Alice's hair bounced in a wave with each pump of his dick. She began to push back against him, hoping that it would be over. She definitely wasn't enjoying herself... Was she?

It was a totally different sensation than PIV sex, but all things considered it wasn't that bad. It was a little painful and rough, but that was kind of kinky. She bit her lip. She could see herself doing this again, she would just have to willpower through the initial pain again.

Calvin pulled out his dick from her quivering rectum. Alice held her breath, wondering what was next. He tightened his grip on her hips, and slammed back into her ass, and pumped ropes of semen into her ass. Alice moaned, as she felt his cock convulse inside of her, and felt the warm cum fill her up. He hadn't cum this much before, ever.

Panting, he slowly withdrew his cock. Both of them took a moment to get their breath back. He pulled her by her hips off the bed. She stood up, looking at him. He grabbed her chin and pushed his lips against hers. Alice, who was already on the edge, orgasmed as Calvin kissed her and bit her lip. She shivered with pleasure from the kiss. Her asshole ached at the empty space left by his dick.

Breaking the kiss, Calvin pushed down on her shoulders. Alice knew this universal signal for "suck my dick" and dropped to her knees. She stared at the cock that had been in her ass seconds prior. She looked uneasy at the thought of sucking a dick that had been inside her butt, and Calvin knew that.

"Is my cock not clean enough for you?" Alice looked uneasy. She started to shake her head no, but then turned it into a shrug. Calvin frowned and sat down on the bed. "You have one minute. Clean my cock."

Alice hesitated, then leaped to her feet and ran to the kitchen. Calvin tapped his foot impatiently awaiting her return. She returned 20 seconds later, dropping to her knees, out of breath, holding a bucket of water and a sponge. Alice dunked the sponge in the bucket and squeezed it over his cock. Warm, soapy water spilled over his cock into the bucket. She rubbed the sponge up and down the length of his dick, cleaning it as fast as she could. Calvin sighed and checked his timer. Alice rubbed it with her hands, using friction to clean it. She splashed some more water to wash off the soap, and the timer rang.

"Time." Calvin stood over Alice. He handed her a hair tie, which she immediately used to put her hair into a high ponytail. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his cock. She scooted on her knees closer to him.

"Do the balls first." Alice immediately began sucking on his balls, licking them like their sweat was a delicacy. She licked them one at a time, kissing and loving them with her mouth.

Calvin placed his hand on her head, grabbing her by the ponytail. Without warning he slammed his dick down her throat. Her hands shot up to his hips. Her throat didn't fully open, and she was sputtering and coughing as he pulled her mouth off his dick.

Alice had never deepthroated Calvin before, but she was about to learn.

Calvin lined her back up with his dick. "Put your hands behind your back. If I see them again you're getting cuffed." Alice's eyes widened. She nodded yes.

Calvin thrusted his dick down her mouth again. She got farther this time, but still didn't truly deepthroat him. Calvin held her in place for a few seconds. Her hands nervously moved up, wanting to push off his dick but worried about his response. Eventually, Alice ran out of breath and put her hands on his pelvis.

Calvin pulled her off his cock, leaving a thick line of slobber down her chest. He turned around and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Alice put her hands behind her back, and let herself get cuffed.

"This time, all the way. No matter what." Alice nodded.

Calvin let Alice take a deep breath, then plunged her down onto his cock. Her throat and eyes bulged as his cock made the turn down her throat. Calvin groaned in pleasure, it was a totally different experience. Not as tight as her asshole, but softer. He held her down for a couple more seconds, then pulled her off.

Alice deepthroated Calvin a couple more times and he approached climax. He pulled her off his dick and had her do some more licking, then some more deepthroating. Alice stopped resisting, and much like anal found the experience much more pleasurable. She climaxed a couple times while deepthroating, just from the submissive nature of it.

Eventually his stamina ran out. He tugged her by the hair off his dick, then pushed her down as far as possible. Alice caught on, and with full cock in mouth started to lick his balls. Calvin lost it, and began to cum. Spurt after spurt of thick cum shot down her mouth. Alice had never swallowed semen before, but this time she didn't even think twice. She gulped it down as he directly fired it into her throat. Each shot was immediately gulped down by her.

Gasping, Calvin pulled his cock out of her mouth. A trail of cum followed the tip of his dick from her mouth. Alice, without instruction, licked the cum off her lips and drank the globule dribbling down his dick. She gave it one last kiss on the head, then looked up and smiled.

"Holy fuck you're good at this," Calvin said, speechless. She shrugged and tilted her head. "Makes up for how awful I am at Mario Kart."

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Epilogue:

30 minutes of control became a frequent bet in future escapades. Sometimes Alice would purposefully lose so she could be conquered again.

Eventually, they stopped pretending and incorporated more domination into the bedroom. Anal and deepthroat became ritual in their usual sex. Alice realized that these sex acts weren't done by insane professionals, and that there is true pleasure in giving.

Alice never got any better at Mario Kart.

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Closing the Deal byhydrangealawrence©

The conference room is crammed with people laughing and drinking champagne from stiff plastic cups. Sade is playing on an ancient boom box, and there's a sad cheese tray in the middle of the table. It's the first relaxed moment we've had in eight months. Mr. Williams clears his throat and a hush falls.

"I promise I'll keep this brief," he says in his rich baritone. "I just wanted to thank the entire team for all your hard work and dedication. And I especially want to thank Brooks Larson for taking the initiative to draft the settlement that took us over the finish line. Saved us months, at least. But enough from me. Enjoy the party!"

The room bursts into a round of applause, and Brooks basks in their adulation. I nearly have an aneurysm. That settlement had my name on it when I turned it in. He didn't have a goddamn thing to do with it.

I walk toward the exit and seize Brooks by the arm. He tries to break my hold but I pull him with me into the first empty office we see.

"What the fuck, Aislinn?" He adjusts his jacket in an indignant huff. "Don't yank me around like a child. You're not that old."

I slam the door so hard the windows shake. Brooks looks rattled. I jab my finger in his face.

"Why did Mr. Williams say you wrote the final settlement?"

"I don't know, he must have made a mistake. That's not my fault."

"Why didn't you correct him?"

"I thought it would be rude."

"Are you ever going to correct that totally innocent error?"

"Yeah, sure."

"When?"

"I don't know. Eventually. When the timing's right."

"Not good enough, asshole."

"Hey. Relax. You shouldn't get so emotional. It clouds your judgment."

"Tell the truth. Did you put your name on my work?"

"How could you even ask me that?"

"You were in his office after me. By yourself."

"So what?"

"That's not a denial."

"I don't owe you an explanation. How's that?"

"I'm just asking."

"And I'm just saying, fuck you. Fuck you, you fucking control freak."

"Nice. Real nice. Here I was thinking we could have a civilized conversation. My mistake. I forgot that you're a horrible person with no redeeming qualities."

Brooks kisses me out of nowhere. I shove him off with all my strength.

"What the hell was that?"

"You're not feeling it? Those sparks flying between us? We were having a moment."

"I don't even know what to say. Am I trapped in some kind of horrible fever dream? Is this hell?"

"So you are feeling it."

"I definitely am not."

"Alright, whatever you say. For what it's worth, I think we have a spirited repartee that bodes well for future sexual relations."

"Enough. Did you put your name on my work? Yes or no?"

"God, you are such a bore."

I tackle Brooks onto the couch and climb on top of him. Despite all the boasting, he's surprised. I stick my tongue down his throat to shut him up. He's a shockingly good kisser.

Brooks wraps me in his arms and rubs my back with both hands. I unbutton his pants and wriggle my arm inside. His pubic hair tickles my wrist. I grab his balls and squeeze. He sits up with a start.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"Tell him. Mr. Williams. As soon as we leave this room. You are not taking credit for my work. Not this time. And not ever again."

"I'm sorry. Let's talk about it."

"No. There's nothing to talk about. All I want is for you to say, 'Yes, Aislinn.'"

"Yes, Aislinn."

I move my hand to his shaft and work him until he's hard. He closes his eyes. He parts his lips. I get rid of my underwear, mount his cock, and ride him hard. He tries to kiss me. I push his face down into the cushion and hold it there.

"Ugh, you are such a bitch," he says as he slaps my hands away.

I lean down but stay just out of reach. I cover his mouth with my hand.

"This isn't about you, pretty boy."

Brooks flips me onto my stomach, bends me over the arm of the couch, and pins my arms behind my back. We're both on our knees. He spits on his hand and rubs my pussy. I shiver.

"You know what? I think it is about me. I think you've wanted to fuck me ever since you got here and you're mad that you can't have me."

"Not everyone's in love with you, douchebag. I'm not one of your delusional fangirls."

He holds onto my hips. His fingertips press into my skin.

"This isn't what you want?"

He plunges his thick cock deep inside me. I clutch my chest and let out a deep moan. I hate myself for enjoying it.

"That's what I thought."

"Dipshit. Forget the monologue, I don't have all night."

Brooks fucks me hard and angry, and I pull him to me by his tie. He's breathing hard. Sweat drips from his hair. The room reeks of sex. I know the smell is seeping into our clothes.

I reach underneath me and masturbate until I climax. I yell at Brooks to pull out but of course he cums inside me.

Brooks' dick is still hanging out, tired and soft. I take a picture with my phone. He panics.

"What are you doing? Why did you do that? You seriously just took a photo? Right now?"

"Insurance, mon frère. Now you can't back out. Once you tell Mr. Williams the truth, I'll delete every copy. I swear."

"How do I know you won't just keep blackmailing me?"

"Unlike some people in this room, I'm not a lying scumbag. You have my word."

Brooks zips up his pants and does a very dramatic slow clap. He really is the worst.

"Well played, Ó Loingsigh. Alright. I'll do it. And I'll be generous to you when I'm retelling this story."

"I swear to God, I will throw your computer out the window. Don't test me." I notice a wet spot on the back of my skirt. "Oh, come on. How did you manage to both not pull out and stain my clothes? What's wrong with you?"

"As you now know, I am a very passionate and exuberant lover."

"No. Never say that again." I sigh. "Come on loverboy, time to confess."

"Lead the way. And before you ask, no, I will not be your boyfriend. But I will cherish this time that we have spent together."

"Goddamnit. Just walk."

"I knew you were into me."

*

Originally published in "Stories To Bang By, Vol. 47: Hate Sex"

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Take Off My High Heels byYuyu_Woods©

There's this new girl at work, they always get young people coming in, but in Ethan's line of work, they don't get women of her caliber at all. He always could find a woman outside of work, either in his private messages or after a night out in town. With deep, baby blue eyes like the darkest parts of the oceans, auburn hair clicked back and tapered at the sides, and a well kept beard, there was no shortage of women falling over themselves for him; but he had a type. A certain type he didn't like to deviate from.
Black girls.
There was something about them. Most of his personal art was black women; sensual, heroic, gorgeous...he was not shy about showing his appreciation.
Diamond was right up his alley taste wise, with her glossy brown eyes perfectly paired with her shimmering sepia skin, a soft but pert nose nestled in the middle of her perfectly proportioned face framed by almost black curls running down her back, she was art living. A modern Birth of Venus that greeted everyone on her way down the aisles at the office. He'd seen her while people watching in his office through the opened door, he'd started doing that when she joined their studio.
Her aura was so infectious, happy, confident, eager to learn and do whatever is asked of her. Raising her hand to ask questions about the right way to go about something or if she didn't understand. She was the right amount of maturity and "still in university" youthfulness that was nothing short of tempting. He was quite a few years older than her twenty-two, he'd looked at her files, being the executive producer had a lot of perks. He'd even checked out her Instagram, a mix of art and pictures of herself, work, and music all melded together to form a coherent outlook on her.
"Diamond..." He let her name roll off his tongue while observing her work at the desk across from his office. She glanced up at the sound of her name, seeing his eyes directly on her, absentmindedly, but still attentive. Her hesitancy to get out of her chair with her eyes looking everywhere but at him, so authority makes her anxious?
She stood at his desk, not knowing what to do with her hands before deciding to cross them under her large breasts that he wanted to motorboat like some freshman in college. She really is gorgeous, her pursed, full lips said something but he wasn't quite listening. That skirt was a little shorter than dress code, but what could he say, he was wearing sunglasses indoors, he wouldn't tell.
"Mr. Beckham?" Her voice was svelte, like velvet covering his ears.
"Yes?"
"You called me...sir?" Ugh, this timidness, he could get used to it.
"Uh, yes, I wanted to ask you about your progress today."
She perked up, "Yes! I have a list of what you've asked, and I hope I've done a good job at it. Your ideas for different episode plots with brief summaries for each. I even made a slideshow for them-"
He smiled, "You're really excited."
Diamond stopped herself, noticing how eager she was being in front of the boss. "I'm sorry, I was just so enthusiastic about showing you my ideas."
He raised a hand, "You keep that enthusiasm. It's one of the things I like about you."
Her eyes sparkled when she'd heard that, a praise kink, perhaps? She bounced in her stance but held it in. "Thank you, so much, sir!"
He chuckled a little, "You said you had a powerpoint? Will you show it to me?"
Her expression turned into shock, eyes widening twice their size, "I'm sorry, Mr. Beckham! I left it at home."
"I could come over your house to see them. It wouldn't be a problem." He smiled, fighting back the urge to wink at his young employee, watching her shuffle her weight from one foot to the other, thighs squeezing together, making his penis twitch at the subtle movement. He really did want to see her ideas, but passing up an opportunity to see her in her natural state as well was too tempting, he simply could not. She can't be surprised, it was basically an invitation to do so.
"Yes, you can stop by. I'll set up everything, you don't have to worry about anything, Mr. Beckham." Diamond clasped her well manicured hands together, french tips done on her nails, he'd noticed, he had a thing for dainty hands, they seemed to leave just the right scratches to remember them by.
"Can't wait to see you. Is your number your main one?"
"Mhm, I only have the one. I'll send you my address now?" Pulling out her phone she texted him for the first time other than to tell him that she could make it when a coworker called in sick. "Aaaaand, it's done. T-thank you, Mr. Beckham." She even bowed a little, shows how high she holds him on her list of important people.
"I'll see you...tomorrow? I know Young people have lots of places to be on a Saturday, but-"
"It's fine, Mr. Beckham." She returned the most genuine smile. The kind of smile that made him want a few little ones that shared the same kind. Right in the heart.
"See you then, Diamond." He watched her nearly skip away back to her desk, on a high just after their little talk.
***
There was a reason why she'd never let a man get close to her, she knew she didn't have much strength in saying no. Her need to please and keep others happy a lot of times made her happy, but people take advantage of that. The purity of being nice was easily manipulated and she would rather stay focused on her work, but she knew Beckham was something else.
He'd sneakily let her off of work early for some reason, she figured she was getting special treatment for being such a hard worker. Which she definitely was. When she was finished with classwork, she quickly started her actual work for the studio. Maybe she actually was in the right line of work and university wasn't needed...
Either way, she'd made a trip to the grocery store to buy various things she felt she didn't have and needed. She'd serve snacks, have her presentation, and then have a meal ready for him. Maybe then she'd be taken more seriously, even though he'd said nothing but good about her, she felt like some child to him and a lot of the other employees.
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." She said while cleaning her lavish apartment before correcting herself. "Well I'm not trying to get into his heart, I'm trying to get into a higher position at the studio."
After doing her nightly routine she was bombarded with texts and comments on her various social medias, but decided to just stay focused on work that day. It wasn't long before he was at her door, around noon, she had been ready for an hour, donning her most beautiful brown, velvet, mini dress, her hair tickling her open back as she sauntered to the door, opening it with a smile. "Hi, Mr. Beckham."
"I brought you flowers," He'd removed his glasses with one hand, tucking it into his grey t-shirt, looking casual, a welcome difference from his suit. "Your place is beautiful, Diamond, and please, call me Ethan. We're off work."
"OK, thank you...Ethan. Come inside." Their fingers brushed together as she took the substantial bouquet from him. Her heart beating even faster at how close he was to her, "These smell like chocolate." Her nose brushed against the delicate flowers and inhaled even longer.
"They're chocolate cosmos. The darkest and sweetest smelling daisies, from Mexico. You remind me of them." There go the butterflies. She didn't know he'd say things like that, and without shame. He chuckled once again at how she reacted to things, as if she'd never experienced them before. "Diamond you are so interesting."
She couldn't look him in the eyes while he spoke to her that way, she had to busy herself. Finding a vase to put them inside and running cold water into it, she also took one and placed it into a pot with other flowers near on the floor of her balcony. She hoped it grew.
"And so delicate with things too." His voice was heard from the comfort of her couch, he'd found his way there and settled. That's when she was reminded that she had a presentation to start. Grabbing a tray of fruit, cheese, anc crackers, she placed it on the coffee table in front of him, before taking a seat on the other side of the sectional and pressing "enter" on her remote.
She droned on and on about ideas and he could see many of them being made into episodes or added to future episodes. Her enthusiasm returned the more he spoke.
"With ideas like these, you might even take my job." He joked, earning a beautiful laugh from Diamond. "I think you'll do amazing when you give your ideas at the meeting on Monday."
Without even thinking she reached for his hand, holding it in hers and close to her heart. "Thank you, Ethan." Just when he was about to say something cheesy or romantic, she hoped up.
"I almost forgot, I made you something special." His eyes followed her go into the next room and disappear for a few minutes before calling him inside. He straightened his pants and went into the kitchen where she stood with his bottle of chilled red wine. "Follow me." Her backside swayed left and right as she rounded a corner, leading him to her dining room. Two plates of veal parm sat at the table. He was shocked that she was showing him such a kindness and raced over to push her chair in before taking his seat beside her. It smelled amazing, and he was no chef, but if it smelled like this, it tasted even better.
Diamond held the bottle out for him to pop it, her hands covering her ears awaiting the loud bang of the cork onto the ceiling and clapping once it was opened. "I promise you won't be disappointed. I'm a world class chef."
"I bet."
She watched him cut into his veal and twirl cheese coated pasta around his fork before skewering his beef with the same form and pushing it past his lips. It was better than delicious. She seasoned everything better than he'd ever tasted, now it was her time to giggle. "You look like you like it."
"I don't know, maybe you should have went to culinary art school and opened a restaurant?"
She playfully kicked his foot, "I can still do that."
How did she just happen to fall into his life like this? He'd just gotten out of a relationship that could have ended better, with a woman he was ready to get on bended knee for, and then she comes in and clogs his mind.
Diamond didn't normally drink, this was actually the second time she'd done so, not wanting to get addicted to anything, but she found that red wine tasted nice. Really nice. Though her alcohol tolerance was embarrassing. Two glasses had her lightheaded.
"Ethan, I don't feel normal. I think I'm drunk?"
"You can't be drunk off of one and a half glasses."
She stood up, grasping the back of her chair, "I think I am. I've never been drunk before, this is new."
He laughed, "I'm proud to be the first person to see you this way." His eyes once again landed on the curve of her legs, shimmering with some kind of golden body glitter that begged him to wrap them around his head. "Hey, where are you going?"
She started to walk down the hall, her walk still was seductive and unwavering despite her inebriation. He followed behind like a lost puppy, not wanting to leave her so soon, she was a real light in his life and he'd only realized it that night. She pushed open the room to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed. The way she laid there was so inviting, but he dared not push his limits, it wasn't gentlemanlike. He watched with a longing that was unbearable.
"Take off my shoes, Mr. Beckham?" Diamond, resting on her forearms was fully laying on her bed, dangling a foot in the air, waiting for him to stumble in himself.
She didn't have to ask him twice, he was a slave to whatever she asked, whenever she asked. His hands cupped her smooth calves before taking a seat and removing the heels from her feet. His lips kissed her ankles, earning a mewl from his princess.
"That feels...nice."
"I can make you feel even better, Diamond." His lips traced along her calves, kissing her knees and moving higher, onto her thighs that almost invited him to the prize they shielded from his eyes. Once again she'd pressed them together,
"Diamond..." He whispered before she grabbed the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him upward to meet her gaze. Their lips met as he guided her into an open mouthed kiss, her tongue mingling with his, and he could taste the wine and mint on her tongue. He tingled as she moaned, his hands moving along her sides, one cupping her soft breasts.
"Ethan," she said, like she was meant to say it all this time. "I've never done this before."
"Sex on a first date?" He returned to kissing her neck, earning a soft giggle.
She shook her head, "No, sex. At...at all." Diamond nervously shuffled as he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders.
"It doesn't matter to me. I just want you to do what feels natural." He captured a nipple into his mouth, twirling an experienced tongue around the bud. Her moan was so soft, he wanted to sink into her, in more ways than one. "There you go, Diamond." He lay her down, unzipping the back and pulling it down in a swift motion.
She knew not to cover herself, she decided to have sex with him, so why should she be bashful after taking this step? She squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting a reaction, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.
Ethan licked his lips, "I could never lie and say I'd seen a woman more perfect. Whether in movies, online, you are the one. How you ever decided to give yourself to me over everyone else was beyond me. Every part of you is like art, Diamond." A gentle kiss was placed right below her bellybutton. "When you joined I wasn't expecting to see you. You're so pretty, and everyday you look even better than the last, if that was possible. I want to prove how gorgeous you really are. I want to keep you to myself and not let anyone else ever have you. Can I do that?" He sloppy kissed her mound over her lacy underwear. "Can I, Diamond?"
"Yes, Ethan." She could have cried if she weren't having the horniest moment of her life.
He pulled away the thin fabric and saw she was waxed, her legs spreading as he pushed them apart. His large hand sinking into a thigh as he licked her clit like it led to milk and honey. Her groan was even sexier than before, he'd imagined everything was so new to her, she didn't know what to say. He sucked and kissed where he knew she liked, her moans telling everything he needed to know as she squeezed the blankets in satisfaction.
"You're so perfect, I don't even need a blowjob right now, baby." He palmed his aching erection through his jeans, unbuttoning and getting rid of the denim restraints as well as his boxers. She watched from below, he was thankful for not missing a day at the gym when he'd revealed his abs, her eyebrows raising at the sight leading to his fully erect penis. He was large with girth that she'd come to know soon enough.
Her eyes squeezed shut as he positioned himself at her loveliest place, the tip rubbing along the he slit, wet and slick with her own lubricant. He leaned over, holding himself up by one hand, "Diamond," he nearly went slack jawed at the feeling of her tight entrance almost forcing him out. Her nails naturally dug into his back and arm, he bit her neck at all of the stimulation. The best feeling he'd ever experience was being inside of her.
He pushed a little more, not feeling any thin resistance but the telltale sign of her walls tightening around him sent him over the edge. He wanted to ram into her so badly, but started at a slow pace. Thrusting inside even deeper before pulling out agonizingly. Her mousy squeals evident at her trying to find pleasure in his actions. Breasts already jiggling up and down at the slightest movement.
"Ethan!" She squeaked again when he'd accidentally thrust inside with more force.
He sucked in air through grit teeth when her walls contracted around him again. "You're amazing." A soft kiss was planted on her forehead as he picked up his pace, little by little, her moans grew more lengthy, louder, panting in the natural rhythm humans were meant to do when they procreated. She felt his hands gripped her hips while he sat on his legs, bringing her up in tandem. She looked even more beautiful taking all of him as best she could.
His name spilled from her mouth like drops of champagne, he wanted to hear it over and over again. Grabbing her wrists he pinned her arms to the top of the bed, leaning over until they were face to face, pistoning her more frantically as his climax eased closer. He'd captured her lips and even felt her say his name into her kiss, stammering out "I love you" like a lovesick first timer would and he responded back.
"I love you too." He knew it wasn't just because he was fucking her like it was their anniversary, he really loved her and she might have been blinded by good sex, but he wouldn't let her go easily at all.
He couldn't help it, his cock slammed into her as her back arched nicely; his cum splattering inside of her all over her walls like a Jason Pollock painting. His breathing heavy, hers even breathier, shallow pants causing her chest to rise and fall, while his seed continued to flow into her. "...Ethan..."
She was still as adorable as before with herself full of cum, even while they were still connected. "I didn't wear a condom." He nervously smiled.
"I'm not on the pill." She shyly returned.
"We'll just see how this goes." He'd gotten up and grabbed a towel out of her bathroom, coming back to clean his excess off her. "You'll be sore."
"I already am," Her voice drifted off as he climbed into the blanket with her.

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Desperate For You byScaredybutt©

As promised, I'm in the motel room bed at 8 p.m. sharp. Naked and blindfolded, on all fours facing across the bed with the largest butt plug I could fit in my ass. My wrists are cuffed with straps running under the mattress just waiting to be pulled tight and secured to my ankle cuffs.
I'll admit, I'm trembling with trepidation. Shouldn't I? I mean, here I am in a seedy motel room, nearly tied up, with my naked ass pointing towards the door propped slightly open by the simple expedient of leaving a shoe in the doorway. What if it isn't you who pushes the door open? I don't even have a clue who you are.
Never mind being worried. I'm terrified. What am I thinking obeying these bizarre instructions? I'm sure I can experience my first real anal fucking in a safer manner. Honestly, I don't even know that I'm comfortable enough with the idea of having anal - whether or not you're a guy or a girl.
Yeah, I was trembling. Paradoxically, I'm enjoying every second. Scared and horny! My fantasy is going to be fulfilled.
After an eternity, or it could have been just a minute as it's hard to tell in my position, I hear the door being pushed open, close, and latch. Hopefully, you're the person I've been in contact with!
As quickly as you enter, my hard-on dissipates. What timing, I cry to myself. My pride and joy shrinks to shrimp size.
Almost immediately, the straps are yanked. My arms are pulled over the side of the bed, resulting in my face lying against the mattress. I'm careful to keep my ass up as the email told me not to move and, of course, I want you to make sure you'll have proper access. I feel the straps being secured to my ankles and know I'm trussed up solidly.
I'm curious how I look to you. My once proud and stiff cock now dangling uselessly. No matter how much I want it, I can't maintain an erection with a butt plug. Knowing I've shrunk makes my cheeks turn red with chagrin. Why, I think to myself, can't my little guy show how big and glorious he is for just a little longer?
Do you find me pleasing being secured like this? You certainly take your time walking around the bed. I just know you're eyes are roving over me, criticizing every flaw, and enjoying my bound and naked flesh. I bet you feel superior and will want to remember this forever. God, I hope you aren't taking pictures!
Or, maybe, if I am being honest, I hope you are.
Finally, I hear you removing clothes.
The fear returns as you are standing in front of me and your hand grabs my hair, lifting my head ... are you boy or girl? Am I going to be forced to suck a cock or a strap-on? I say forced as if this wasn't included in our list of mutually agreeable options.
You rub it against my lips and I feel something plastic but loose. I'm pretty sure it's the condom you promised and I relax ever so slightly. I open my mouth to try and taste it, but you pull away.
Now, you move around the bed to my ass.
I catch my breath as you surprise me with a slap the my ass. It didn't hurt (much), but I was, for whatever reason, mentally unprepared. Now I'm ready and the forthcoming whipping isn't a shock. Again, it's not a brutal punishment, but rather playful. The stinging is embarrassingly stimulating.
Once my backside is red enough for your pleasure, you grasp my butt plug and pull it out quickly. Ahhhh!! The feeling of emptiness is an intense relief.
You swiftly mount the bed and push your cock into my gaping ass. Slowly enough not to split my insides, but fast enough that I'm so focused on the sensation that I'm not trying to guess your gender. Thank you for applying plenty of lube! I enjoy the sensation of being stretch and stuffed with just minor discomfort.
Once you've sunk in far enough, you slowly pull out. It takes forever! I'm sure you didn't lie about your 8 inches.
You pause, teasingly, when your cock head nearly escapes my butt and is stretching my hole. You begin pumping that huge beast in my ass. You are long and also gifted with a wide cock! I can feel every stroke rubbing my insides and I'm unable to keep my moans from escaping my mouth. I feel the edges of an intense orgasm coming; my body is craving it intensely!
You are a true master with your cock and establish a pleasing rhythm. My body is responding to you and any pain has completely disappeared. I'm about to break my promise not to speak until spoken to, when you brutally grab my ass checks. You gently release them only to let them lightly rove over my ass and back.
My cock is flapping as you pound into me; our flesh smacking together soundly. My orgasm feeling is receding and the embarrassment of my tiny, flaccid cock is returning. Still blindfolded, my sensations and thoughts are all on me. I feel the aching desire for orgasm, the helplessness of being bound and unable to reach my dick, and the body-jarring intensity of you pounding away relentlessly. I'm so confused by my feelings I'm becoming distracted.
Your hands sneak around to my chest and find my nipples. Pinching and pulling them mercilessly, I'm focused once more! You slide a hand lower and grab my cock. Stroking quickly, you bring it to attention and I feel an enormous urge to cum like never before.
Again, maddeningly, you surprise me. You've stopped. Not your cock pumping in and out but, rather, your hand. You lightly touch my cock-head and then your hand is against my mouth. Opening, I taste the smoothness of your finger and the undoubtable pre-cum you gathered; I suck it clean.
You focus my attention once more with a hard slap to my ass. Your slow but steady pace now becomes hurried. I again have the feeling of building to a huge orgasm.
Moments later, I feel the joy of cum oozing out of my dick...but, there's something wrong. The orgasm feeling is still there, but, also, disappointment and desperation as my dick goes limp faster than it ever has before. I've been cheated!
My desire hasn't been satiated; I'm feeling very frustrated as your monster cock pops out of me.
Cut off from the world with my blindfold and by being tied up, I'm just focused on me. So much emotions and desires are swirling inside me that I'm shocked when you begin rubbing something slimy on my face. When you poke your fingers into my mouth, I realize it's my cum.
Still extremely horny, I suck your fingers clean. I've always wanted to taste my white and gooey cum, but whenever I've orgasmed in the past, the desire left immediately. Now, drained but still frustrated, I'm willing to eat it all!
Finally, you speak and I know your gender. What a surprise to know the answer to cock or dildo!
"Tell me you're my bitch," you command.
Readily, I softly moan, "I'm your bitch."
"Louder. I want to hear you convince me," you command as you get off the bed.
"Thank you for making me your bitch!" Still engorged with lust, I've lost control. "I love how you fucked my ass and made me eat my cum. I'm yours to use whenever ...and however...you want! Please... fuck me like the little cum-eating whore that I am!"
I know you've put on your clothes. Somehow, though, I'm holding onto the hope you'll come back and give me a proper orgasm. With my ass propped in the air, my tiny, useless dick still dripping, with my own cum drying on my face...I've never felt so humiliated and ashamed. The horror of what I've said is reverberating in my head. That feeling of fear is growing and twisting my insides.
Again, confusion. God, do I want to experience this again! Fear, desperation, lust, helplessness are all swirling together and I feel it deeply within me. Difficult to process and all I know is I'm desperate for my cock to be touched and for that sweet relief of an orgasm!
"There's a pre-paid phone on the table. You're never to contact me. If I want to fuck you again, I'll contact you."
Please don't leave me! I scream silently in my head. Aloud, I plead, "I'm your bitch and I crave your massive cock! Please, I'll do everything you command!"
Despite my self-debasement, I hear you open the door and leave.
You walk out as mysteriously as you came.
The End.
Err...wait... Did you untie me? Um, why didn't I hear the door close?

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Night Moves byJavahead©

By the time she was awake, I had her immobilized.
It was dark in the bedroom, enough that I was working by feel as much as by sight. That was fine, for now - I'd seen her in the light before; that was why I was here in her bedroom tonight.
I'd taken the usual precautions, of course. I knew that nobody else was going to arrive, and that any sounds in the bedroom wouldn't even make it down the hall, much less next door; still, I had quietly locked the bedroom door before undressing.
She was a light sleeper - when I stripped the covers back, she started to stir. I moved fast; by the time she her eyes had opened I had both her arms stretched tightly above her head, and had forced her knees far apart with my own. She took the situation in almost immediately; after a single convulsive surge of her body left me unmoved, she tried to speak.
I wasn't in the mood to listen, though. I grabbed her throat and told her her to be still. She was intelligent enough to do what I said.
She started to fight again, though, when I moved my free hand from her throat to her body. Time to lay out the facts.
"Be still, woman. I'm bigger, stronger, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Do what I say, and you'll enjoy this a lot more. Tonight, your body is mine. Your cunt; your mouth; your ass if I feel like it. Fighting won't change that - it just turns me on more, and means that you get it harder. Nod if you understand."
After a few seconds, I saw her head bob.
Now that I had her forced cooperation, I moved my free hand down her body again. She was wearing an oversize t shirt as a nightgown, with nothing underneath. I wadded the shirt up in my fist, and pulled it up. She tried to keep her butt on the bed, but I was able to get it above her waist; once I had the back free of her hips, it was easy to slide it up over her head. A moment later, I had it twisted firmly around her wrists.
I paused a moment to look at my prize. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I could dimly see her. She was my idea of what a woman should be; slender, fit, with a small firm breasts. Her long hair lay spread out wildly. Her nude body looked almost like I had imagined the first time I saw her, except for a very nice surprise. She must wear industrial strength bras all the time; I never would have suspected such oversize nipples on those A-cup tits. Definitely have to think of something to do with those.
It was hard to be sure in the dark, but I thought I could see her blushing.
She jerked when I slid my free hand between her legs, and I was certain now; she was blushing.
I held my face impassive, and started to rub my fingers up and down her pussy. It might have been against her will, but her body started to warm. When I slid my middle finger into her cunt and hooked it, her body jerked. I flicked her clit lightly, and it jerked again. She was wet enough now, and I was tempted to take her without any more preliminaries.
When I forced her legs further apart, I could feel her clenching her body. Pointless, really. She was wet enough that I could push my cock in easily, no matter what she did. Instead, though, moved my head down and sucked in one of those tasty-looking nipples.
Despite her resistance, her body had been responding - the nipple was almost painfully erect, thumb-sized and nearly an inch long.
"Painfully" may have been the word, too, by the way she bucked. No, "ticklish" was it, I decided, as I started to pull and twist the other nipple. Light touches brought a more violent response than pinches or nips. I spent several minutes just exploring my toy's reactions.
When I switched my mouth from one spike to the other, I felt her pussy again. It was extremely wet; I was able to slide a finger in easily. I brought it up to taste - delicious. If I had thought to bring something to fasten her hands out of the way, I would have loved to eat her cunt, to force her to come despite herself. Oh, well.
Instead, I went back to her first nipple, biting it lightly and pulling my head back till her was stretched to its maximum length. While she was still convulsing, I buried my cock to the hilt in her pussy.
God! If she hadn't been so lubricated it would have been hard to get it in. Her bucking just made it tighter. I tightened my grip on her wrists to make sure she didn't escape, and matched my thrusting to her thrashing. Whenever she showed signs of slowing, I would tweak her nipple or her clit.
I smiled sardonically when I felt her bucks turn into matching thrusts. I'm sure that she hated herself for starting to respond - her body was a great deal sluttier than she would like to admit. I made sure that I rubbed her clit as hard as I could with each stroke.
Her strangled groan came as a surprise; she clenched her teeth and nearly threw me off as her orgasm started. Instead, I started pounding her as hard as I could - her coming was such a turn-on that I erupted myself before her orgasm was finished.
It was several minutes before either of us tried to move.
"Are you done now?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
Rather than answering, I grabbed a handful of hair and moved my cock up to her mouth. She just stared at it.
"Clean it!"
"No, I don't ..."
"Tonight, you do. You want me happy, and I don't want a lady - I want a slut. And you are one, aren't you?"
Her mouth may not have been expert, but once she started she did her best to please; her reluctance made her efforts all the more stimulating. Soon, I was hard again.
This time, I put a pillow on the bed and put her belly-down on top of it. Her butt stuck up in the air quite nicely. I kept one hand on the nape of her neck to hold her still and knelt behind her.
Her slit was still wet, and I slid the fingers of my free hand up and down, getting them nice and wet. Perhaps the forced cock sucking had turned her on a little, or maybe she was still excited from being fucked earlier, but I could feel her pressing back slightly every time I slid my fingers past her clit. To be sure, I slid my thumb into her cunt while I cupped her mound. Yes, a definite response - she was pushing as hard as I was. Certainly not a lady in bed, no matter what she liked to pretend.
I rubbed my cock up and down her slit to get it well lubricated, sliding up into the cleft between her cheeks as well. She tensed when it slid past her asshole. I was tempted, and lingered a moment longer to scare her, but I had other plans tonight. I moved forward, and pushed into her cunt from the rear, instead. As I'd expected, from this angle she was even tighter. It felt marvelous, and I grabbed her hips with both hands to allow me to push harder.
Once again, I could feel her response. I moved one hand around underneath her and started playing with her clit, rubbing and pinching it lightly as I thrust. Her motions grew even more frantic, and I felt her own hand push in to take over. She needed to finish, and at this moment who I was didn't matter - for the moment, I was just means to an end.
Whatever her reasons, her responses were lifting me up, too - she was a fantastic fuck. I did feel a little bit superfluous, though. I wanted her attention on me. To get her attention, I slid my well-lubricated thumb into her asshole. It got her attention, all right - she came, hard. It took all my strength to stay on when she started to buck, and I had to grab her hips with both hands again. The feeling of her bucking her hips back sent me over the edge - I thrust into as hard as I could, and came so hard I almost collapsed.
I was too tired to get up right away, but I forced myself to roll off her and pulled her into my arms. At first, she just lay there quietly shaking. Finally, though, she must have sensed that I was through with her, and she tried to speak. Her voice was so hoarse that she had to start over a couple of times before I could understand her.
"You bastard! Are you satisfied now?"
"Yes - and so are you. Don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy yourself."
"I didn't ... I don't ... All right, I did. But so did you. And that was more than I could handle every day."
"We'll save it for special occasions."
"Very special occasions. Have I told you how much I love you?"
"You showed me. Good night, darling."

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Pulp Fiction: A Prince Story

It was early spring, and there was not a season more pleasant than this one in the kingdom of Freesia. You can't get enough of the scent of white, yellow and violet freesia on a Friday morning. The kingdom was filled with these flowers, as to the pleasure of the first lady. Ever since her father died, she was left with the great responsibility of taking care of the kingdom.
She was not happy at first, and because of that, she punished herself by sleeping in the basement, next to the bottles of alcohol. She could not bear the thought of ever returning to her room or to walk on the hallway without ever seeing her father anymore. She had no plans to become a queen. Her insecurities made her more introverted than before, in such manner that would not get out of the basement during the day. There were so many people who wanted things from her. Her uncle understood her, so he took her position for a temporary period of time.
"This can't go on anymore Victoria! As much as I am capable of doing this in your name, I can't forgive myself if I don't keep the promise I made to your father."
"Uncle, I apologize, but I am not ready..." She cried hanging over the barrel of wine.
"It's been already one full moon since you've been here, how much more will you do this?"
"I don't know..."
"What would your father say? He would be so disappointed that you didn't have the courage to take his role and..."
"Okay Uncle, I will step out of the dark."
"I am so glad! This is the right decision! But Victoria, since you are a lady, such a beautiful lady, you are alone having the throne of an entire kingdom. You need a king, my dear!"
"What? Me? A king? I don't even know how to be a princess, not to mention how to become a queen!"
"I know this is terrible for you, so depressing it must be for you now. I knew your father well. He was like my brother. But you will see that all this awkwardness you will feel, with time, it will fade away."
"How would you know? You've never been in my position?" He attacked the only family member who cared about her, but he was not affected.
"You should use that energy on the throne! Now, let's make this unknown, and let us go and be worthy of our names, fine to you?"
"Hmm..." She sighed with regret, but he gave her his arm and led her to the straight path.
Things were so changed now, since she regained her self-confidence and created this plan in her head, for each insecurity she had, she would plant another freesia in her kingdom. Thus, became the name of kingdom this way, also it was a similarity to match her beauty.
People loved her as well, she was good-hearted and compassionate, quick-minded and with the help of her uncle, she could maintain her position at the kingdom for a whole year without the pressure of ever having or searching for a king to her throne.
One day she thought of a brilliant plan, what if she would make a challenge and whoever man would complete her test would become the king of her heart and her castle. In this way, the people would see that she is opened to a marriage and that she is not so emancipated as the other people were talking about in the taverns.
"She's never goin' to make it out alive this way! The kingdom needs a real King, a man with strength and courage! Not a woman! What is a woman good at? Making trouble for the man! Hahaha! She is good with dresses and colors, but the power lies in the hands of the man!" The drunken men were creating bad ideas in the minds of the people. But all that would change when Victoria made the big announcement.
The people of the kingdom were called for this big announcement that was held by the princess herself. It was her first public appearance and each and everyone was excited to see the beautiful princess that ran their kingdom. They wanted to know who is the one who maintained the peace and flourishing glory of the kingdom? Who is the woman who cares about her people and about the ten thousand freesia flowers that were planted all over the realm?
The wooden front doors of the castle were slowing opening, letting out two sets of soldiers with swords and spears coming out first. The people were holding their breath while waiting for Princess Victoria to come out, but the doors closed after the soldiers.
There was a stage placed not so far from the entrance of the castle, it was the stage used for decapitation rules and other similar matters. Ten teen girls were arranging it with flower pots, white freesia on the left and right, one line of yellow freesia in front of the stage and another line of violet freesia was covering them. The soldiers stepped on the stage in L positions, beating with their legs in the rhythm of a calling. Then they withdrew their swords and beat with them in the hardwood underneath them.
The wooden doors opened the second time, creating another exciting moment for the crowd that was getting impatient. As they were shouting her name in an echoing whisper: Vic-to-ria! Prin-ce-ssa! Vic-to-ria! Prin-ce-ssa! They were educated that way. Never has been seen such a kingdom full of people who were patient and happy with their ruler. The shadows created a bit of mystery that fell on the silhouette of the princess. Only the tip of her blue dress was seen as she stopped right before the entrance. She pulled parts of her dress up with one hand, breathing in, and made one step forward. The crowd became silent, looking at her with awe. Then she gracefully and fully came out holding an empty bottle in the other free hand.
Everyone was magnetized by her golden curly hair, hanging over her shoulders as if it was magical. They all wondered what she was doing with the empty bottle. Then she stepped over the stage, helped by the two soldiers that were closest to her.
"My people! Good day to you all! The kingdom is blooming and I could not be happier to see that! You helped create this beautiful realm and I want to thank you all for your patience you had this year. There is no kingdom better than ours! There is no kingdom more peaceful than ours! But what is a queen without her king?" She let the question to echo around and made people ponder over the answer. She kept on repeating in her mind the answer Still a queen! Still a queen! After a minute of absolute silence, she answered to her people. "A sad queen!" That was not completely untrue. "That is why I am bringing forth this challenge. I am in search of a king. Pay heed and give this message further into the world. I will make any man my king if he will be able to pass my test."
"What is the test?" A curious peasant asked.
"It is simple! The one who will be worth spending the rest of his days with me, the one who can share the throne with me, must have the ability to drink alcohol from my..." She looked at the bottle, refraining from chuckling. "My sacred bottle!"
No one saw that coming! No one knew what she meant by the sacred bottle. But they thought it was about the bottle she held into her arms. They started asking, but she waved her hand in the air and said goodbye to her people and went back inside.
Now there was no one that could complete her test because she knew it was something that it was quite hard to do.
Only one day passed and there was a line of men of different ages, from young lads to even more daddy lads or the fathers of the lads. It was a competition between them that only now, this was creating a mess because men started to argue and started beating each other. Princess Victoria sent soldiers to calm the men down and threatened them that if something like this ever happens again, she will ban them from the Kingdom forever.
The first contestant came to the castle. He was a strong fellow. His bulky body could not fit his peasant clothes, which were patched from place to place. The princess could see him from her tower and she was not pleased with his appearance, alas she said that anyone can have a try. So, they let him inside, at her wish. The peasant looked a bit frightened or surprised, you could not decipher from his look, as he began to sweat in excitement to see the princess herself.
She came and greeted him with respect, letting her naked arm meet his hand, waiting for a respectful kiss. His eyes opened up wide, as she was not wearing any gloves. He kneeled and his lips succulently kissed the gentle and soft skin, sending shivers down his spine.
They both went into her room where she explained in details what was the actual test. There were consequences if he would tell this further in case he would not succeed.
"And if you should fail, know that this has to remain here, or else I will find you and cut out your manhood and give you to the wolves from the forest!" A howl was echoing into his mind, already thinking of the possible future.
"I swear on what I hold dear, if I should fail, I will take this to my grave!" He made a cross and kissed the ground.
"Good! Now you are free to come and take me!"
"Let me drink from your sacred bottle!" He demanded and in return he received a mischievous smile. This was not her first time. Therefore, she showed no shame or regret in doing this. Moreover, she did not have the confidence that anyone will be up for the challenge.
And so, months passed, and she laughed. She laughed so hard, at each and every man who came to the castle and tried his best to pass her test, but with no luck. There was no one worthy of the title. She was so happy that her plan worked, that she would plant another 10 freesias for each failed man who entered her bedroom.
Soon, this happiness would turn into disappointment and hate. As she came to the conclusion that if no man was ever able to pass this test, he would not be worthy of her love either. This was her idea of true love, someone who can sweep her off her feet, make her feel like a real woman, but have the skill, the ability, the manhandling of drinking from her sacred bottle. What was so hard about that?
Many handsome lads, kings, and princes came to her, offered her bribes, lands, and castles just to say to the people that they passed the test and to be their queen. But she would not be fooled by anyone. Her uncle was very supportive in this proposal of hers and there was no other way that could a marriage be arranged. If she made a public announcement, then it must be fair that a true man should accept and respect her demands.
"Aren't you afraid, dear Victoria?"
"Of what?" She answered to her uncle while taking care of her violet freesias in her private garden.
"Of staying like this forever. Alone, and with no one up to meet your wishes. There was that king, he seemed such a gentleman, he treated you with respect for the last 10 years. He may be older than you, but I am certain that in time you will find the love you want if you give him a chance."
"Thank you, Uncle! But I can't lie to myself, I can't sell myself short. And besides, I think he was giving interest more into you than into me! His... desires were more ardent towards you."
"Me? You talk nonsense, nice!" They both laughed, and they both knew she was telling the truth.
"I just want to see you happy! And lately, all I can see you do is remain in the tower, and gardening your beautiful flowers. When I see you, your eyes don't glow anymore, not like before."
"I apologize Uncle! But my heart is already broken, I started this, and I will never be happy if I don't find the right man for my heart and for my wishes. It's my doing, then you shouldn't blame yourself for my unhappiness. Promise me!"
"Oh... dear Victoria!" he sighed, giving her a big encouraging hug.
One morning she went outside in her garden, and before she could even smell the scent which greeted her each morning, she saw something that was out of the picture. What is this? She thought as she approached the red crimson freesia. It was the rarest in the world, and it was there. It appeared in her personal garden as a miracle. Many years she thought of having one in her garden, but the books and the scholars told her it is not possible for one to survive the climate, nor there is any chance of ever finding one since not all the world was explored. Her hopes started again, as her eyes were filled with tears of joy. She was sure it was a sign that the things would change into something better.
At first, she told to her Uncle, sharing that happiness with someone was more than he ever hoped.
The next morning, she went outside to greet her favorite flower, ignoring completely the other flowers. To her surprise, another one appeared. This must be something more than a miracle. And so on, after two weeks, the number of the crimson red freesias grew, and with them, her happiness flourished making room in her heart for love.
"Uncle! I need your help! I want to know who is planning the flowers in my garden! He must be the one for my heart! Help me, I beg of you!" She cried clinging over his robe, kneeling and kissing his boots.
"Rise up, dear Victoria! Stop this! I will find him for you! Even if is the last thing I will do for you! I will search him in the whole wide world, and I will not stop until I see you happy, because he is the only one who changed your sentiments! I must meet the lad myself, be grateful for life!"
"Oh, Uncle! Thank you! Thank you!" She kissed his hands and cheeks and forehead, and she went back into her room, wondering and day-dreaming about her secret admirer. Her heart was beating so fast in excitement, that she could not believe her eyes, it made her laugh and tremble. She covered herself with the blankets hiding her blushing and arousal for this stranger. She did not care about his looks, she did not care about his status, she only wanted his heart. But then she remembered the oath she made to herself. She got depressed then she said to herself. I will never be happy... it's all a wasted life.
The night came and she was still crying and regretting sending her uncle to find the mysterious man who was giving her the happiness she needed. She did not trust him to be the true prince, the true king to her throne. She looked out the window of her tower, and her eyes saw a man that was wearing a black cape, who was wandering in her garden. She panicked, not knowing what to do. Should she yell at the guards to catch him? No, that would be desperate of her, he did not show any kind of violence, why should she? Should she go there and talk to him? What if is not him and it is just a thief trying to steal her flowers? Should she take that risk?
She ran down the stairs with rapid steps, she tripped over her dress a couple of times, but her will was strong and she needed to see her admirer. Barely breathing, she carefully stepped out in the garden, looking for him. But there were only the shadows of the castle's wall, the moonlight who was brightening the flowers and the crickets which accompanied the silence.
She sighed with disappointment and then she sat down on the rock bench, looking at the moon. Her heart was bleeding, and she yelled at the moon. Why didn't you let me see him? Why did you take my love away from me?
A shadow of a silhouette appeared in front of her, and seconds later, the moonlight was obstructed by the black-capped man which stood in front of her, silent. She stood up, scared of his intrusion.
"Who... are you?" She uttered.
"I'm here to protect you!"
"Why? Did you bring the flowers, the red crimson freesia?"
"Yes! I know you like them, and I want to please you! I want to see you happy, but today I saw you crying, I came again to see if there was something with the flowers. But I see that that was not the reason for your crying."
"That is not the reason... but I want to thank you for this, for all of this! I am so ashamed to think that..." She looked the other way, watering her eyes. He stepped into the moonlight letting half of his face to be revealed. Then he gently grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. She protested at first, pushing him away, but then she looked up at him. His unshaved stubble beard gave him an aura of not belonging to this world. All men had either a big beard or no beard at all. Who was he to disobeying the law of nature? Her hand instinctively moved up to touch him. The rough appearance frightened her, but she soothed his cheek exploring the unseen part of his ear. His breath-taking eyes were penetrating her soul, making her feel so exposed to his demanding embrace. Her thumb moved to his lower lip, which was soft at touch, and with her eyes now fixed at his lips, the tremor that followed only pushed her even more into wanting to meet his heavenly desire.
He placed his hand over his, accepting the warmth of her palm, and left her lingering with need.
"Is it me that has upset you?"
"No! It is me, actually... I am certain you heard about my test." She said with regret.
"Do you want me to try it?"
"I want you to, yes!" She said longing for more of his touch, now she rested her head over his warm chest. She could feel a muscular body, through the shirt he was wearing. That made her gasped begging for more. She insistently touched his upper body and arm investing need and scorching from inside. Her touches awaked his erect groin making him feel vulnerable to her.
"For you, I will try! I shall come tomorrow night, and then every night and day, because I know I will prove you right! Wait for me princess!" He stepped back, cooling himself down.
"But wait? I don't know your name!"
"Call me Crimson! Call me your King!" He kissed her hands and stepped in the shadows disappearing.
He was her fairy Godfather if such a thing ever existed. There were many who protected the blessed subjects worthy of continuing to rule a kingdom. Crimson was there to aid her in her difficult time, and though he violated many of his rules and fairy rules, he began to feel more for her.
The next night came and as promised, he appeared in the garden again.
"I can not stay for long..."
"Why? You promised you will finish the test for me." She cried.
"As a Fairy, my nature inclines me to settle more deeds than before. But once I will be yours, I will give myself to the full." He kissed her hands respectfully.
"I understand..." She said upset. He came closer to her with his alluring steps, invading her personal space, and pushing her to the wall. He looked at her for some while in the silent night. Then he continued, asking her gently.
"Who makes you feel the way I make you feel, and who touches you the way I touch you, my queen?"
"You dare already calling me your queen?"
"I dare because I know!" He leaned over her, closing for a kiss, but then he just brushed his lips over hers, letting her begging. She raised on her toes to meet his wet lips. But he stepped back again and left her flooded and aroused.
Another night came and he did not show up in the garden. She waited for him for a whole hour, but then she went back into her tower, disappointed and let down. As she closed the door behind into her bedroom, Crimson's hand met hers over the door handle, then he helped her fasten the door with the latch.
"You came!"
"You waited for me, my queen!"
"I am still waiting... my king! But how much more? This is torture, not knowing. But at the same time, I want you to be the one! I am confused, Crimson!" She cried talking nonsense.
"Listen!" He came closer to her, wrapping her into his embrace. "I understand you! I know it is a great responsibility to carry over your shoulders. I know you don't need any man to rule this kingdom. You are such a radiant and powerful woman that I wanted to have you within my kingdom even from the first day I laid my eyes on you!" She would listen to his compliments and the more she listened, the more she would get lost into his black small eyes. The light that came from them enchanted her mind and heart into giving up to him, a total stranger.
 "I hear you! But can you make the sacrifice and be my king, and show your face publicly? Being a fairy is not that easy, I presume..."
"I haven't even begun the test, haven't I? We shall see!" He stepped away from her and again he would end the night. "You will be loved, my queen!" He bowed and disappeared in the shadows.
How many more nights will be like this one? When will he be able to be mine? Why is he testing me like this? This is brought upon me by my own selfish desires. Therefore, I will show him that there is no need for his tests, I will still wait for him until the day I die, if necessary because I know there is no one who is capable of being the one for my heart!
The next night she did not come out in the garden, she would just observe from the window of her tower if he will come and meet her there. But to her surprise, he came into her room. She was not startled, and she tried to hide her smile.
"You are upset!" He came from behind, spooning her and kissing her shoulders, wrapping her into his loving and warm embrace.
"Let's have a drink!" she said frowning and acting, looking at the bottle of wine.
She withdrew from him and went to the dressed where the bottle of wine and two glasses were set. She poured the drink in both of them, more than half full, and gave one to him. He took out his cape and placed it on the chair that stood near the window and sipped from the wine. They looked at each other, afraid to say anything else. So, they just stood up, drinking and staring into each other's eyes. From time to time they moved their looks to their lips, which were moistened by the alcohol. After they finished the glasses, she would still ignore what she wanted her heart to say.
"Do you want a glass of rum too?" She asked, uncaring of whether he will want or not. She pretended to ignore his presence there, she felt strangely betrayed that he did not meet her demands yet.
"I'll have a shot!" He said smiling, then moved to her and he gently turned her around to push and rub his shaft over her night silk slip, that was not long enough to cover her knees. He firmly grabbed her arms and pushed her to the bed, over her belly, holding her down there. Then he started touching her thighs and he gently slipped his hands over her arms, grabbing them, moving them over her head. His heavy body was half over hers, and she felt how his magical wand would soon become a stiff staff.
"I like the way you push it onto me!" She moaned with pleasure, feeling her temperature rising up.
"Hold your arms there and don't move!"
"Yes, my king!" The words came out as she started moving her hips from side to side, giving him the perfect sight of where he would like to explore more. He took his pants off, revealing a thick and straight magical wand that she could not yet see. He grabbed the ends of the nightie and slowly moved it up while kissing each part of her body that was showing. His wet lips sent shivers down her spine, adding moist to her pool. He stepped over her with the other leg, placing his scrotum over her tight butt cheeks. The warmth surprised her, which made her want to turn around and see the scorching device which sent pulsations and vibrations all over her body. But he held her down, leaning over and kissing her cheek, shoulder and part of her lips, distracting her attention, then he moved back into position. He gently moved in the front and in the back, rubbing against her rounded bottom, to make her drenched in her own juice. He put his right hand between her thighs to feel the creamy entrance, then took her essence and moved it up to her sacred canal. His rod kept on pulsating at the wish of entering her second cave. He only inserted the tip, feasting himself with each second and with each sound she was groaning and moaning, satisfied with his teasing. Then he took out his manhood and started exploring with his finger, then with two fingers, letting saliva drop from his mouth, making it easier to slip in. And when he heard a change in her voice, he rapidly plunged his wand into her, making him trigger intense sounds of pleasure. He continued savoring the act, thrusting down and moving her but cheeks to the sides so he could see his tunneling. She could hardly breathe, letting her body be controlled by him, letting all her senses wander without control.
Ravaging and pressing down into her was bringing satisfaction to both of them, as they could not refrain from their passionate and powerful desire to merge together. He stopped, pulled it out and entered her drenched crease. She kept on begging for more, wanting him to continue, she enjoyed each movement he made as if he knew her from another life in which she was not innocent either. He knew what she wanted, he knew how she wanted it and that excited her more. She was ready to give in, she was ready to explode and let all his love come to her as well. He lowered his pace as he knew he was about release all the love inside her, but he waited for her first. She was yelling and begging for him to follow her, then she began to spasm in waves of pleasure, narrowing the entrance, announcing his next move. To her desire, he impaled her with force, bathing her insides with the juiciest of his heavenly fluids, continuing to push inside her a couple more times. Then he dropped down to kiss her passionately.
"I am never going to let any girl steal you away from me!" She commented.
"No one can!" He kneaded her with his strong hands then he continued. "Now it's time to make myself your king!" He firmly grabbed her and turned her back over her belly, getting into the same position, this time he took his leather belt and sustained her womb, and holding it with one hand, helping her move her arse higher than before. He stood up and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed, making a probe at her second entrance. Then he sank into it, helped by both of their juices. He did not give her any moment to recover, possessing her whole body. He prepared the orifice for the next step, looking at it with expert eyes, he pulled the staff out, told her not to move, then he came back with the bottle of wine. He took again the belt and started widening her butt with powerful thrusts. The angle was perfect, he thought, and then he pulled out and took the bottle of wine and slowly poured wine inside her bunghole.
"Aah..." She cried. "It's cold!"
"Don't move!" She moaned in response as he took a mouthful of the wine and warmed it into his mouth and then he put it inside her until she was full. She began to cry in pleasure. Then he squatted looking at the masterpiece.
"Slowly push yourself up, with your arms, my queen!" He said as he positioned his mouth at the edge of her anus, expecting the wine to come down into his mouth. With a thrilled look, he shoved his tongue inside as well, sucking the remaining fluids inside her darkened canal. Then began exploring the mouth of her arousal, going down on her until she began to spasm again.
"Ahh, I can't hold it much longer!" He kept on penetrating with his tongue, slipping down to her clit with circular movement and then sucking the juice out of her explosion. She dropped down on the bed exhausted and only then she saw his magical wand. She wanted to have a chug on his big man shaft. But she was depleted of any energy.
"I love you!" She said dragging him into bed with her, sitting embraced side by side, wrapping her leg around his waist. "You passed my test, you are my king!"
"I love you more, my queen!" He softly kissed her lips and remained there looking at each other until the morning came, until another month came and until the other big announcement was made.
And so, she found her king, and in her king, she found happiness. No matter how much she longed for a true man that could love her the way she wanted, in the end, she received what she needed.
Victoria and Crimson remained in history as the only rulers that have found true love in the past 500 hundred years. They lived a fulfilled and peaceful life inside the kingdom, along with their three boys and one girl.
In the end, love has no boundaries, and if one knows this, then happiness can prevail.
THE END.