Brian knew that Carla Jennings was waiting for him at her apartment. He had told Ann that he had an overnight business trip to L.A. So tonight was the night. At long last he had agreed to give the girl what she apparently wanted so bad.
The thought of it both worried and excited him. He didn't know deep down if he really wanted to go through with it. He wasn't used to kinky sex. And he wasn't the brutal type. Still, he told himself, she's not asking me to whip her or cane her or really hurt her. She just likes a little slap on the fanny or two before she comes. It freaks her out.
Which is putting it mildly, he thought. Actually it was a little scary because he had seen her once caught in the grip of her obsession. She had been the closest thing to an animalistic sex maniac that he had ever seen. Well, I can handle it, he thought. He was already getting a gigantic hard-on as he drove to her piece, thinking about what was going to happen. Carla certainly didn't look like a sex maniac when she greeted him at the door. "Hi," she smiled brightly.
"Hi, Carla."
"Won't you come in?" She gave him a mocking grin.
"It'd be my pleasure."
She was being so demure, it boggled his mind. She was dressed in a full-length quilted bathrobe that was zipped all the way up to her neck, concealing every inch of her body. Brian was pleasantly surprised. So, he thought. It's going to be sonic sort of game. Well, I can handle that too.
Carla led him into her living room. On the coffee table in front of the sofa were two champagne glasses and an ice bucket with a bottle in it wrapped in a towel. Two candles were burning. How fucking romantic! Brian thought.
"I'll offer you a glass of champagne," Carla smiled. "That is, if you'll pop the cork."
Brian nodded. A game is a game, he thought. I'll be damned if I won't play along. For a while, anyway. Pop the cock, eh?
He took the bottle from the ice bucket and wrapped the towel around its base. Then he worked the wire free from the cork and began pressing out the cork with his thumbs.
"Ok no, no," Carla whispered. "There's a proper way to do everything, you know. You hold the bottle between your thighs like this and…"
She licked her full upper lip. Her eyes glimmered sexily at him as she demonstrated the way he should do it. Brian grinned and followed her directions.
He wedged the bottle between his thighs and began prying the cork free again. Carla's mouth hung open and her eyes grew almost glassy as she watched. The cork was tightly sealed and hard to get out. Brian grew red in the face struggling with it. He could hear her breath quicken in the silence as she watched him. Finally it flew out with a loud pop. Like a thick bullet it bounced off Carla's bathrobe in the vicinity of her stomach. She gasped sharply, her eyes wide with pleasure as she watched the foamy champagne spurt and froth out of the bottle.
Brian quickly handled it so that the mess wouldn't be too great. But it was hard not to watch the sexual excitement she got just from watching him open a champagne bottle. She was, he thought, the most wonderful kind of crazy he had ever encountered.
"God, that's great," she sighed as he poured the wine into the two glasses.
"It is, isn't it," he said calmly. Someone had to becalm.
He handed her one glass and lifted his. "How about a toast?"
She smiled demurely again. "What shall we toast?"
"To a night of incredible… pleasure," he said.
Carla looked at him from under her eyelashes. "I'll drink to that," she breathed.
They clinked their glasses and sipped.
"And to you taking off your robe so I can see more of your incredible… self," Brian said, raising his glass again.
"Oh now, we wouldn't want to rush things, would we?" Carla said coyly.
"Of course we would. Why the hell not?"
To tell the truth, Brian was a little worried. He knew he could probably manage three or four orgasms, but she didn't seem like the type to settle for that.
"Because we've got all night," Carla breathed. "I told you that you could do anything to me you wanted. Remember?"
"Anything?"
"Anything… except really hurt me. I mean hurt me bad. You don't want to hurt me bad, do you?"
Brian went over to her and took her hand and put it on his thick thumping groin. "Feel that?" he said.
She smiled. "God, yes!"
"Well if he doesn't get what he wants, he's liable to hurt you."
Carla's breath quickened again. "And what if I say no. What if I say I've changed my mind."
Brian's hand tightened on her wrist. He set his glass down on the table, then took hers and set it beside his. He crushed her body against him and kissed her roughly, digging his fingers into her flesh through the heavy fabric of the robe.
"I'm not finished with my champagne," Carla whispered against his teeth.
"To hell with your champagne."
"You're so rough. I didn't know you were so rough."
Brian reached up and began unzipping her robe. "Only when it's necessary," he murmured.
He had the zipper down to the valley between her swelling breasts when she suddenly spun away from him. She got between him and the coffee table, again smiling at him coyly.
"You only want me for my body," she said. Her eyes glowed with fire.
Brian smiled and started around one end of the table for her. But she circled it too, keeping her distance.
"I've changed my mind," she said. "You're too rough… I'm afraid of you. I think you really want to hurt me."
"Carla… Carla," he whispered soothingly. Brian suddenly understood, as he circled the coffee table, trying to get at her. She wanted it this way. She wanted to be afraid of him. The more fear she had, the more exciting he would be for her. She wanted to resist him and taunt him until he took her savagely.
"Carla, Carla," he whispered, going along with her game. "I don't want to hurt you if you give in to me. But if you keep trying to get away from me, when I finally do catch you I'm going to rape the living shit out of you."
"Oh God!" she whimpered.
But he could see that hit words had the desired effect. She raised her fist to her open mouth in fear, but her eyes swam with murky sex fires.
"You're being awfully naughty, Carla," he said, still circling toward her.
"Brian, I've changed my mind! I mean it, really!"
"You're so naughty you deserve a spanking."
Carla gasped and the whites of her eyes showed. She seemed paralyzed now, unable to move as he continued toward her. "Ohhhh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid," she moaned.
But she didn't think back this time when he got close to her. He reached out and unzipped her robe all the way to her feet. Then he scooped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw what she had on underneath it. Under her boobs there was a bra without cups, just a stiffened rib of black lacy cloth that held the firm upswept globes out from her body. And her hips and pelvis were encased in a tight black leather girdle that left her pussy and her ass naked. Brian's prick nearly burst out of his pants when he saw her like that.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself, fella! he told himself.
"I… I've changed my mind, Brian," Carla whimpered. "I really have. I'm not kidding." Her body trembled and her voice quavered. "Why don't we just drink some more champagne and then fuck and forget about all the rest. That's sick. You don't want to do that. I was only kidding."
"Kidding?" Brian let his eyes glint with menace. She nodded nervously. Her hands shook as she reached around behind her back. The movement made her naked breasts swell and her thick nipples flare. Brian's mouth watered for them.
"Here, look, I'll take this stuff off." Carla said hurriedly. "Then we can just fuck… you know, normally. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
She got the half-bra off and fling it on the sofa. But her breasts were so high and firm and round that they really hadn't needed it in the first place. They were so ripe and full that he couldn't take his eyes off them. He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I said you want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered again.
"I want to do more than fuck you," he said. His voice was thick with desire, pulsing with the kind of menace that only excited Carla further.
She backed slowly away from him toward the bedroom, and he followed her. When she reached the bed she lay down on it, gazing up at his tan muscular body as he stood over her, shedding his pants, kicking off his shoes. His eyes flashed with danger, with lurking threats that seemed to make her naked body melt.
He peeled his shorts down his thighs and his stiff red cock jumped out, swelling and twitching. She reached out to touch it, and he slapped her hand away sharply.
"Ouch!" she cried out, feeling the sting of his hard knuckles on her wrist.
She drew her hand up to her mouth, pressed lips to the aching spot. Now she really was afraid, and the fear aroused her more than ever.
"Brian…" she whimpered softly, shyly. "Brian, you're not… going to hurt me. Are you?"
When he didn't answer, but only glowered lustfully at her naked boobs and smooth belly and her puffy wet cunt where it was exposed by the fantastic black leather girdle, she half-begged him to speak.
"Are you?"
"Turn over," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me. Turn over on your stomach."
"Turn over?"
Brian nodded cockily, his mouth twisted in a grin of amused lust. "That's what I said."
Carla stretched her arms up to him. She writhed her body sensually, arching her back so that her breasts pushed up and her plump excited nipples danced.
"Oh Brian, Brian, just kiss me, please come here and kiss me. And fuck me, fuck me hard, as hard as you want."
"Either you turn over on your stomach, or I'll turn you over myself," Brian growled softly.
"What… are you going to do to me?"
"You'll see."
"You aren't going to hurt me? Please don't hurt me, Brian."
But still she stared up at him. Her fear and sexual arousal were both genuine. She refused to roll over as he had commanded. Suddenly Brian snarled, more with desire than anger. He bent down and grabbed her body, digging his fingers into her quivering flesh as he rolled her over roughly onto her stomach.
"Ooohhh! Oh, God no, noooooo!" she whimpered.
But at the same time she spread herself out obediently on the bed, her body melting and pliant as she prepared herself to receive what he was going to give her. The twin moons of her white asscheeks encased in the tight black leather made Brian pant with lust. It was the most exciting thing he had ever experienced. Suddenly he gave her bare ass a sharp smack with the flat of his palm.
"Ooowwww!" Carla cried out.
Tears sprang to her eyes. Reflexively her hands flew back to protect her naked ass, and she twisted her head to look up at Brian.
"Brian, please don't! Please!"
But Brian only grinned at her. With his left hand he reached down and pushed her hands away. Then with his right hand he thwacked her viciously again on the ass.
"Ouch! Ooowwww!" Carla yelped. "Stop it, please stop it!"
She tried to get up, to squirm out of his reach. But he grabbed her by the backs of the elbows and forced her down again roughly. Now he began to spank her in earnest, unmercifully, methodically. He whacked her naked asscheeks again and again so hard with the flat of his hand that the sting of it against her flesh made her squeal and gnash her teeth.
"Oww! Oh! Ouch! Aiiieeee! Oh Brian, Brian, stop it, pleeeease!" she screamed, trying to escape again wriggling away from him.
But this time he reached down with both hands and dug his fingers brutally into the burning flesh of her ass, shoving her squirming pelvis back, onto the bed. His strong fingers clawed the flesh of her ass. Gasping and panting, writhing under his grasping hands, Carla went nearly hysterical. She didn't stop writhing and twisting under each ferocious whack of his palm, but she was no longer trying to get away either.
"Ohhnnnnn, why are you doing this to me?" she moaned, yelping and clutching at the sheet with her fingers. "Owww! Oh! Ooooooohhh! Why are you doing this to me?"
Brian spanked the reddened globes of her ass again, again, again. Smack! Smack! Smack!
"To teach you… ungh… ungh!"
He speeded up the tempo, spanking her sharply, quickly, cruelly. Carla grew delirious with excitement, terror, pain, swelling spasms of come-hunger. Her bare ass flamed and her body shuddered out of control. Incoherent sounds spluttered out of her gasping mouth. Her body trembled and boiled with the pressures of an approaching climax.
"Ohhnnnn God, I love it!" she finally moaned.
She gyrated her ass up into his palm and groaned with hot pleasure. Then suddenly she rolled over on her back, gazing up at him, her eyes insane with sex.
"Stop for a minute and tie me up!" she hissed. "What?"
"Just for a minute! Tie up my titties and my legs."
"I… I don't know…" Brian hesitated. For a moment he forgot that he had been willing to do whatever kinky thing she wanted.
"I'll show you how," Carla panted.
She dipped one hand under the bed and came up with three red velvet ropes. She handed him one.
"Tic my titties up with this one," she gasped, shivering with fresh excitement.
She turned her back to him to make it easier. But Brian was dumfounded. He really didn't know how to proceed. He had never done anything as weird as this before.
"Here, baby, like this," Carla whispered.
She snatched the rope from his hand and wrapped it around her upper body, crisscrossing it over and under her full breasts until they were strangled and bulging.
"Now," she panted, "pull it tight and tie it behind me. I'll tell you when it's tight enough."
Still Brian didn't move. But the sight of her hurt swollen boobs and her bursting purplish nipples made his cock thunder madly.
"Brian, please!" she pleaded.
He grabbed the two ends of the rope and pulled it tight.
"Ohhnnn! Tighter!" she gasped. He pulled it tighter.
"There. Ohhh, it's good! Now tie it so it can't come loose."
Brian did as he was told.
"Now tie my legs," she whimpered in her quavering voice. "Like this."
With the other two pieces of rope she showed him what to do. In a matter of seconds Brian had both her arms tied securely to her legs. Her legs were bent double at the knees and spread eagled. She was now totally helpless, and she glowered at him with hot lust.
"Now suck my nipples, honey," she said. "Suck me, suck me hard. Then turn me over and do it to me again!"
Her nipples protruded from her strangled breasts like ripe plums. Brian's head reeled with lust. He bent his mouth to one and sucked it between his lips.
"Oh! Oh!" Carla gasped sharply.
She began to shiver and moan uncontrollably. Brian sucked both of her ballooning nipples fiercely, nearly swallowing them. Carla went out of her mind.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm going to come! Sssssuck… suck harder… unhhhh! Aaauunnggghhh! Oohhnnnn!" she cried out.
Her tightly-bound body shook violently as she came. Brian bunched her throttled breasts in his fists and sucked her throbbing nipples thirstily. Carla writhed in hot spasms.
"Turn me over!" she moaned. "Turn me over and spank me! Hit me! Hit me!"
Hypnotized by her amazing lust, Brian flipped her over on her stomach again and began thwacking her reddened asscheeks viciously.
"Unnnnhhh… do it harder! Harder Brian… ohnnnghhh! Oh Jesus! Oh God, I'm going to come again! Oh baby, do it harder harder harder! Faster!"
Her begging aroused Brian further. Fiercely his flat palm smacked into her naked us, pummeling and whacking her without mercy. She clenched her buttocks to receive each stinging smack of his hand. She wheezed, and gritted her teeth, writhing her strangled breasts into the bedsheet, tilting her swollen ass up into his blows.
"Oohhhnnggghhhh! Oh shit! Aauugghjinnuee!" she screamed again, coming immediately.
Her body rippled and struggled she climax wrenched her. She thrashed and screeched as a fierce new spasm of coming tore through her with each new smack of his hand. Insane with animalistic delight, she gagged and moaned, gyrating her ass again and again up into his palm.
"Owwwhhhnnn… oowwwnnnn!" she moaned. "Fuck me in the ass, honey! Fuck me in the ass… do it to me, please!"
Brian could hardly believe his ears. This girl didn't know when to quit. When she'd said she wanted him to do everything to her, she had really meant it. He had never fucked a girl in the ass before. He had always wanted to try it, but no girl had ever allowed him. And now Carla was beseeching him to do it.
"Please," she coughed. "There's… There's some K-Y jelly on the bedstand. Quick, baby! Do it to me! Quick! God, it's heaven!"
Quickly Brian snatched the tube of lubricating jelly from the bedstand. He squeezed out gobs of it onto his fingers and swabbed her pinched-shut asshole and his cock with it. Then he crouched over her uptilted ass from behind, digging his fingers in the greasy crack between her asscheeks.
"Ohhhnnnn yessss, ohhnnnn yessss!" she moaned, dissolving, her body pliant and submissive. "Ohhh yes, get it in me! Get it in meeee!"
He nudged the tight rubbery ring of her asshole with the swollen head of his prick, pushing, pushing. Carla gasped and choked on her own breath as the head of his cock slipped into her ass.
"Aauunnnggg!" she choked. "Oh God, it's going to kill meee! Oh! Ohnnnn! Jesus, it hurts! Brian, it hurts!"
But Brian didn't let her agonized cries stop him. He knew she wanted it to hurt. He groaned fiercely and jammed the rest of his long cock all the way into her asshole. He impaled and skewered her on it, flinging himself forward onto her back and grasping her flopping body with his strong hands.
He ripped his cock deep into her clenching bowel, hearing her whinny and sob with hot lust. He slipped his hands under her wriggling body and clutched her hugely swollen breasts, pinching and twisting her bursting nipples with his fingers. He pulled back and then lunged forward into her ass with crazy savagery, reaming and splitting her spuming rectum with his thrusting cock.
Carla mewled and gagged as he ripped it up into her. Crammed to the splitting point by Brian's huge ass-raping cock, she was suddenly racked by another gigantic orgasm.
"Unngghheeee! Aauhuuunnggg! Aaiieeee!" she shrieked.
He didn't know, how she could come so much, so powerfully. But for the moment he didn't care. His cock swelled and stiffened inside her pinching rectum. He wrenched violently into her, then coughed and roared and spewed hurtling wads of cum into her. He cried out and slumped forward onto her, crushing her body beneath him as the clenching muscles of her whole milked the juice from his jism-squirting prick.
Brian had never had an orgasm to compare with it in his whole life. Briefly Carla blacked out from the sheer intensity of it all. But she drifted back to consciousness when she felt him tugging his sore prick from the clawing ring of her whole. With difficulty because of being tied up, she rolled onto her back. Tears wore streaming down her cheeks.
"Kiss me, kiss me, honey," she murmured.
Brian bent over and kissed her mouth ardently. My God, he thought, I may never be able to go back to the normal ways after this!
"You wonderful, wonderful man," Carla sighed. "How could you do such a thing to me?" She smiled and licked his teeth and sucked his lips.
"You're so mean, so mean."
Brian grinned. He kissed her back and at the same time untied the rope that strangled her breast. He lowered his lips to them and this time kissed her nipples tenderly.
"I don't know what I'd have to do if I really wanted to hurt you," he said.
"But you did want to hurt me. It was heaven!"
"I don't know if I did or not."
"Wasn't it good for you?"
"I've never felt anything like it."
"It makes me just die!" Carla sighed.
"I could tell."
"Could you? Jesus, when you come like that, it feels like the world is coming to an end. And you don't even care."
Brian busied himself untying the rest of her cramped body.
"You'd better watch out," he joked. "Next time I'll use a cane."
"Promise?" she whispered in her huskiest voice. She wriggled her body into his, mashing her boobs into his hard chest.
Brian couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. But he coiled against her, wondering how they would be able to top what they had just done. After all, the night was young.
But Carla wasn't worried. They had only recuperated a half-hour when she began sucking his cock alive again. And Brian suddenly discovered a sexual appetite he had never known before. As Carla spread herself for him and he entered her cunt for the first time that night, size whispered in his ear.
"If we pace it right, we can fuck like this all night," she breathed. He could tell from the tone of her voice that she knew what she was talking about.
"All night?" he whispered back.
"All night," she replied. "And if you're good to me, in the morning I'll let you do that to me again."