The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... respond volubly, but she didn’t want to give Vasily the satisfaction of seeing her lose her inhibitions. She tried desperately to restrain herself, though having his hard cock rammed into her made her want to cry out to him to do exactly what he was in any case doing. Vasily was exactly as forceful as she liked a man to be. He held her hard, fingers and fingernails digging into her flesh, using his hard cock to show her exactly who was boss. Exact that this was all wrong. They were supposed to be equals negotiating a deal. Vasily had called her a whore, and here she was, basically prostituting herself for the sake of that deal. “Make the deal happen. By any means necessary,” her boss had said. But surely this was above and beyond the call of duty? But there was that other part of her too; the part that enjoyed being taken and fucked vigorously. She heard Vasily breathe heavily as he slammed his cock into her, flesh slapping against flesh. Her own breathing was loud, knowing full well how the moisture flowing from her insides was alerting Vasily to her arousal. She heard Vasily grunt, and thought he was about to cum, but instead he slowed down, coming to a standstill, his cock pushed to the hilt inside her. She cried out as one hand tugged on her hair and the other came down on her arse. Then, to her own horror she heard herself gasp, “Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!” She heard that evil chuckle. “Why, Ms Perkins, I do believe you’re enjoying this.” She was enjoying it too ...

... much. Out loud she said, “Just fuck me and get it over with, you bastard.” Patricia was given a hard slap on her arse, much harder than before. “Any more of that kind of talk and I’ll stuff my cock straight up your arse, you little whore,” Vasily told her, tugging on her hair. “Now, are you going to play nice?” She could hear her heart beating, her own heavy breathing. “Please fuck me some more,” she breathed. “Good girl,” Vasily said, his cock beginning to move again. Patricia felt mortified, humiliated, but there was no way she could resist her own arousal as Vasily’s fingers once again dug into her flesh, and that hard cock fucked all sense out of her. “Fuck me!” she breathed. “Just fuck me!” Vasily chuckled as he thrust his cock even harder into her, then be began panting. Patricia wished she could reach back and touch herself, make herself cum so that the madness of her bodily urges might exhaust itself. But she felt it was best to do exactly as the man wanted. If he wanted her to be a little whore, strictly there for his own pleasure, then so be it. “By any means necessary.” Then came a huge grunt. She felt the man’s cock twitch. Hot, sticky seed flooded into her, burning her insides along with the shame that burned her soul. As soon as Vasily had given her arse a hard slap and pulled out, she turned around to face him. “You’ve had your fun,” she told him. “Do we have a deal?” But how could she be taken seriously, standing there dressed only in her white lace bra, with cum ...