The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... bastard alright, but Patricia loved a bastard who was prepared to take what he wanted. The next slap was harder, and caused her to groan, though she didn’t want to do anything to show Vasily that his treatment was having an effect. Shit. All it would take now was for him to pull her hair and she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Vasily gave a little chuckle. “Why Ms Perkins, anyone would think you were enjoying this. Maybe the old days are coming back to you.” He was making assumptions. Her head hated him, but her body couldn’t resist. Suddenly Vasily’s hand shot down between her thighs and his fingers began fiddling with her labia. “Nice and plump,” the man observed. Then his fingers were inside the folds, deftly finding the way into her, but not too far, just teasing her entrance really. “Why, Ms Perkins,” Vasily said. “I do believe you are enjoying this.” She wasn’t going to respond to that verbally, not with the state of her pussy speaking volumes. She felt Vasily’s fingers leave her, only for one to start teasing her anus. “I’m not going to ask if you like it up the arse, Ms Perkins,” Vasily said. “I’m sure you’re up for almost anything. Am I right, Ms Perkins?” Patricia wasn’t going to respond to that either. “Let’s get this over and done with, shall we?” Vasily gave another of his wicked chuckles. “Eager,” he said. “I like that.” He really was a fucking bastard of an arsehole, but try as she might, Patricia couldn’t help but find it a turn-on. “Don’t flatter ...

... yourself,” she said. Vasily didn’t respond to this, other than to take his hands from her. Shortly she heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. She trembled slightly, just waiting. Then Vasily grabbed her knickers, trying to wrench them further down. She heard a tear. “Those were expensive,” she told him. “Don’t worry,” Vasily replied. “Once this deal goes through, you’ll be able to afford as many pairs of fancy knickers as you like.” Then he ripped the garment clean off her. Yes, that was it, Patricia thought. That was why she was doing this. The deal must be done, by any means necessary. She may not like the thought of mixing business with sex, but she couldn’t deny the tingle that refused to go away. Vasily slapped her arse again, before pushing his cock up against her labia. This time he leaned forward a little and grabbed hold of Patricia’s pony tail. When he tugged on it, she let out a moan that could only be construed one way. Vasily gave another demonic chuckle. “Once a whore, always a whore, I suppose,” he said. Fucking evil bastard. “Just fuck me and get it over with,” Patricia said. The man tugged harder on her pony tail, and his cock pushed inwards. “Pretend you’re a reluctant victim all you like,” Vasily said. “But we both know you’re a willing whore.” There was a shove, a hard shove, the man’s cock suddenly pushing up inside her. He gave one hard thrust after another, and Patricia let out a groan with each of them. Under ordinary circumstances, Patricia would ...