Samantha and Me
Author's Note: This story is based on actual events. A reader asked for this to be written and offered a significant number of details. What he could not know I envisioned and "filled in the blanks".
PROLOGUE
I'm holding some pictures in my hand that I'm looking down at while drinking another beer. Damn, she looks amazing. The picture I'm currently admiring is the one I took of her standing dressed in a black bra and matching panties as she leaned back against the edge of a table where the computer sits. She was also wearing those black, high-heeled stiletto shoes. Her "come fuck me" shoes, I called them.
What an awesome body; those long, shapely legs, firm perky tits that were nicely sized but not too big, long flowing red hair that reached down to the top of her boobs, and those captivating blue eyes that I never wanted to stop gazing into. Okay, so maybe the picture isn't doing her eyes the justice they deserve, but I know I'll never forget how they look.
I'm still in a state of shock brought about by the messy breakup between Samantha and me. The betrayal is still eating at my gut like acid, an acid that no amount of beer can quell. All I knew at the time was that she cheated on me with some guy at her office named Maxx shortly before breaking things off with me. I didn't know much about how it had all gone down at the time, but along the way little pieces of the puzzle started falling into place. Here's what I've figured out. Maybe now I can put this all behind me and move on... maybe.
Samantha and I shared a modest flat in a small town outside of London. She worked in the city traveling by bus, which was a long commute. I noticed her habits had changed recently, mainly with her clothing, which had turned increasingly skimpy as summer had arrived and it had gotten warmer... the heat always did get her horny. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties with an incredible body and since seeing her dressing as she was turned me on, I registered no complaints at all. Perhaps, in hindsight, I should have been suspicious as to what had triggered this change in her. Instead I merely enjoyed it.
1
Samantha smiled to herself as she dressed in a short black skirt and a red top which was fairly tight and low-cut with a sort of frilled/ribbon cut at the front that showed off her arms, emphasized her pert breasts, and left a slim portion of her flat lower belly exposed. The one and only time she'd worn this top to work the other girls told her she looked like a tart. But today she was feeling like one and wanted to look nice for Maxx, her cheeks reddening slightly as she thought of him. After getting dressed and primping her long red hair, she applied a slight mist of perfume to complete her outfit.
He called her "Sam," something she hated, at least at first. In fact she never cared much for him. He was always busy flirting with the other girls at work and rarely did the job he was paid to do. Samantha had been raised with a good work ethic and she despised his lack of one. When he turned his attention on her she shunned him at first but he managed to work his way under her skin with his good humor, which always had her laughing. Before long she found herself physically attracted to him
Maxx had a slender build and was taller than average, with dark hair. He was very confident and smooth, cocky even, with a reputation for being a ladies' man. Samantha thought it unusual that she was finding herself being drawn to him as she was. What had started as innocent glimpses and smiles and occasional jokes had evolved into touching. It appeared accidental to anyone who might witness it but it always sent a chill up her spine that hardened her nipples and turned her on, and they both knew it.
When he could see that she tolerated or even welcomed his flirty overtures, these increased in frequency and boldness. His ability to encounter her in rare moments of privacy were uncanny, and Maxx began taking full advantage.
The last time it happened he'd stepped up to her from behind, catching her unaware, startling her as his hands were placed on the sides of her upper legs and caressed them. She recalled the sudden wave of tingling heat that embraced her loins and had her head reeling. When he whispered how gorgeous she was she reminded him she was living with her boyfriend, which he only laughed at, telling her she was wasting her time. An invitation to a private watch party was offered.
"It's just a football game," she reminded herself as her body began trembling at the memory of how he'd caressed her thighs and the instant sensations of arousal that had made her pussy twinge. "Others will be there too, nothing will happen."
Nothing will happen, only tarts act like that and I'm no one night stand, I'm better than that, she thought to herself before leaving the bedroom. Bidding her boyfriend farewell she walked down to the station for the hour-long commute into London.
She was aware of the stares of men as she sat on the bus. They would think in their minds that they weren't staring, Samantha was sure of this, but they were more than obvious to her. She was accustomed to the male attention she always gathered by her mere presence, even more so now dressed as scantily as she was, with her legs and arms and a thin slice of her flat tummy exposed.
Feeling scandalous Samantha turned her thoughts back to Maxx, reliving the sensations of tingling heat that had filled her as his hands ever so lightly rubbed up and down her thighs, raising to the bottom edge of her short skirt, even lifting it slightly so his palms could extend higher up her quivering legs. Chills were running up her spine at the memory, one she had to shake out of her head as she felt her nipples under the sexy top expanding with feminine excitement.
"Nothing will happen, Sam," she whispered under her breath as she gazed at the passing countryside before realizing that she'd called herself by the name that he called her, the name she had always before hated as she thought it one that a tart would be referred to as.
The harder she tried to think of other things the more aware she became of the throbbing of her swollen nipples. Added to this was a vague tingling deep within her pussy, a slight ache of need that thoughts of Maxx had inspired by his erotic touching only a few days earlier. These sensations of arousal stayed with her for the entire length of her journey as she waged a mental battle of how the remainder of that day might turn out. She knew he'd be chasing her, but would she have the will to resist?
2
As she walked down the street toward the address Maxx had given her and approached the bar, she hesitated mid-step before looking down at the slip of paper in her hand and verified the address. Was she the victim of one of Maxx's jokes? He played games with the girls at work sometimes, but never this cruel. All indications were that the bar was closed... until she spied some movement within.
This prompted her to check the door and several conversations greeted her as it opened. Maxx, who'd been sitting at a table with several others to her right, got up and waved.
"Sam, over here, saved you a spot," he called out.
After they approached one another he stood to her right, his left hand automatically reaching around her slender waist, his palm finding the rim of bare skin just above her skirt. Samantha pretended not to notice as he gently caressed her lower back while walking her to the table and helping her to get seated on a bench seat between him and the wall. Two of his mates were across the table, and another eight or so people occupied adjacent booths. All of them were staring at her over their bottles of beer.
"I thought Maxx had been pulling one over on us, but you are a real beauty after all," one of the guys across the table commented as his gaze lowered to her perky breasts, the top halves of which were exposed for all to admire.
She gestured her acknowledgement and Maxx quickly returned, handing her a bottle of beer while settling down beside her.
"This place looks closed," she said.
Maxx grinned. "It is. I know a guy who knows the owner, let us have it for the game. So there won't be anyone joining us unexpectedly," he added with an enticing wink.
There were several flat-screen monitors mounted to the wall in carefully selected areas to allow all of the patrons, regardless of their seat, to be able to see and enjoy sporting events. The game started up within a few minutes of her arrival and the casual conversations fell silent as the group's attention was drawn to the monitors.
It wasn't long before Maxx's hand was reaching under the table and settled on top of her left upper leg as his mates were distracted. Samantha briefly thought of her boyfriend whom she'd been living with for the past several years and knew that allowing Maxx to take liberties with her was wrong. But there was also a part of her that yearned for the excitement of a new relationship, even if it might not last. Besides, she reasoned, he'll never find out if she doesn't tell him.
Swallowing down her guilt with a chug of beer, she watched the game while the stirrings of arousal returned in response to the light, gentle touching of his hand that slowly traveled from her knee up to the bottom edge of the skirt, flirting with the skin underneath. The skirt was quite loose and Maxx's hand easily stole caresses of her leg underneath all the way up to the edge of her panties.
There were a lot of shouts of excitement followed by groans of frustration as the players attempted goals that were blocked. Samantha joined in with the enthusiasm of the group while also being aware of the growing heat in her loins and the aching of her stiff nipples. Several times one of the guys moved behind the bar and returned with fresh bottles of beer, and she soon had a nice, relaxing buzz that lubricated her feelings of budding excitement.
At one point in the game, on a penalty, their team finally scored. Everyone jumped up shouting and cheering, and at one point Maxx turned to Sam and gave her a long kiss on her sweet, cherry-painted lips. She was so stunned that she reacted out of instinct, kissing him back as fervently as he was kissing her. At the same time she felt a hand clutching a perky breast through her top and giving it a few intimate squeezes. The erotic touching suddenly jumpstarted her arousal and it spiked until the moment ended, leaving her weak and trembling in its wake.
Feeling the need to escape Maxx for a few moments of privacy she asked, "Where's the loo?"
After being pointed in the right direction she walked down a hallway and into the restroom. After regaining her composure she left, only to see Maxx sitting at another booth beside a blonde-haired woman Samantha hadn't noticed before.
Good, let him chase her and leave me be, she thought to herself while at the same time feeling a twinge of jealousy rearing up. Thrusting her chest forward she headed toward the bar, feeling a sudden need for something stronger than a bottle of beer. When Maxx looked up and saw her approaching he returned his full attention to the blonde as if wanting Sam to notice his attention being lavished upon another woman. One of his hands, she noticed, was under the table, leaving her to wonder what he might be doing with it. The heat in her loins that had since left returned once more.
He said something and everyone at the table broke out into raucous laughter. Maxx was being his usual self, she noticed, and suddenly felt left out while wondering what the joke had been. Growing angrier, Samantha refused to acknowledge him and walked straight past, asking for a shot from one of Maxx's mates briefly playing bartender and quickly downed it.
Many of the guys suddenly roared with a loud cheer when their team blocked the opposing team's attempt at a goal to even the score. At this point Maxx grabbed his beer and slapped hands with a mate at the table he'd originally been seated at, leaving the blonde alone. Instead of joining Maxx, Samantha decided to sit beside the other woman to find out how she knew him, and how well.
"You know Maxx?" Samantha asked while trying not to appear jealous or overly interested.
But the blonde knew otherwise, who gave a chuckle as she looked the competition over. "All the girls know Maxx. What's you connection?"
"We work at the same place, but in different sections," Samantha answered. "What about you?"
"He's my boyfriend's mate," the blonde explained. "Well, ex-boyfriend now."
"Because of Maxx."
The smile on the blonde's face widened into a naughty grin before she chuckled guiltily, drawing the bottle to her lips for a sip before placing it back down again. "Of course. Name's Gina, by the way."
"Sam," the other offered before correcting herself. "Samantha, I mean. Are you and Maxx still, you know..."
Her shoulders shrugged slightly. "It lasted, oh, a month or so. He doesn't stay with a girl for long, it's the chase he likes, and playing his mind games. Every now and then he starts to sniff again."
It was Samantha's turn to smile. "And you give him what he wants."
Gina folded her arms on the table and looked directly into Samantha's blue eyes as if searching for something. Finding it she said, "Yes, and you will too, I suspect. Maxx gets what he wants from who he wants it from. You'll be no different."
"I have a boyfriend," Samantha spoke up, more as a reminder to herself than anything else..
Gina laughed aloud. "Yes, so did I. Makes it even more of a challenge, no? You're his type, you can't change that. You can try to fight it, but before long you'll be in his flat and Maxx will get what he wants from you."
Samantha observed Gina's cavalier attitude about it all. "You don't sound sorry."
"Sorry? What, for my ex-boyfriend?" the blonde questioned in mild surprise before a distant, thoughtful expression formed on her face as she appeared to be thinking back. After returning her gaze to Samantha she confessed, "He couldn't have been much of a boyfriend if he let Maxx get to me. That's what I think. You probably will too."
"You're so sure of this," the ravishing redhead responded.
Gina took another swig of beer, saw the little bit that remained, and finished it off.
"I saw your face when you got back from the loo," the blonde said with a laugh. "When you saw his hand under the table this horrified expression came over you for a moment."
Samantha rolled her eyes as if to indicate she could have cared less, but they both knew the truth. This was replaced by an annoyed grimace but it wasn't Gina she was annoyed by, but rather her inexplicable attraction to the man that both angered and aroused her at the same time.
"Alright, so what was his hand doing?" the redhead finally asked.
"He was playing his mind game, that's what."
And so are you, Samantha thought but didn't say as the answer she was looking for had not been provided.
Gina continued to look at her competition in a measuring way, trying to figure the beautiful redhead out as to what she might be thinking or feeling.
"Does it get you wet between the legs thinking what his hand might have been doing?" Gina teased. "It does, doesn't it? You can tell yourself otherwise but it does. Right now your pussy is throbbing for him."
Samantha shifted uneasily as she turned her eyes to the flat screen monitor pretending to watch the remaining few minutes of the game, all the while unable to dismiss the building heat in her loins that had her pussy juicy with seeping wetness. At the same time her nipples were impossibly hard and aching for stimulation. Gina noticed the swollen nubs through the thin top and smiled to herself, knowing she'd been right about her all along.
"You're worse off than I thought," Gina announced. "Go ahead, go sit with him. Or I will, but it's you he wants right now."
When Samantha made no motion to move Gina started to, but the redhead quickly got up instead and returned to Maxx's table. When he stood she scooted in. Gina smiled to herself when she noticed his hand moving under the table. It was the blonde's turn to be jealous.
By the time the game was over everybody was in a jubilant mood as their team had won the match. Conversations began striking up again as the small crowd relived key moments of the game and drank down their beer. Samantha tried joining in but Maxx's sneaky hand had worked her into such a state of arousal that she was very distracted by the tingling heat engulfing her loins and the wetness that was starting to soak into the crotch of her panties, to say nothing of her throbbing nipples.
When music began playing he grabbed her hand. "Let's dance."
She didn't have much of a choice as he pulled her from the booth and was suddenly holding her in his arms. Samantha hadn't noticed before but he was hard, she could tell as he made a point of rubbing his growing erection against her lower tummy. It was all she could think about as the rigid bulge eagerly pulsated, reminding the redhead of her own arousal as he teased her.
As their bodies swayed she could feel his hands on the bare skin of her back just above the skirt. When her back was to the crowd his hand moved to her front, sliding up to cup a perky boob, squeezing on it. Samantha softly groaned as the intimate fondling caused sensations of intense delight to surge through her trembling, weakened body. This, combined with the insistently throbbing bulge that continued rubbing against her, worked Samantha into an impossible state.
"My flat's not far," he whispered, and no sooner had he mentioned this than her head was nodding in silent agreement despite her better judgment.
3
After Maxx unlocked the door Sam entered, leaning against the wall just inside. Beyond the short foyer was a modest carpeted living room, and across the way was a hallway that led down to a couple of other rooms. Just as she began to visually explore her new surroundings he locked the door and was suddenly all over her, their open mouths passionately locking as tongues hungrily entwined in desperately erotic kisses. As Sam groaned into his mouth both hands wrapped around the back of his head, anxiously pulling them more tightly together as her ultra-sensitized body desperately clung to his like a ship-wrecked sailor to a floating plank.
The kissing was as urgent as it was deep. Tongues extended fully into one another's mouth, searching, exploring, entwining, thrusting. She was Samting from the inside out as his fingers pushed up the fabric of her blouse, raising it to expose the bra beneath. Her chest was heaving from her feverish breathing, nipples swollen, aching more than ever. She felt his hands forcing the cups of fabric up and exposed the pert mounds, hands grabbing and squeezing on the supple swells while also tugging on the rigid peaks. For Samantha this was bliss, getting what she needed as Maxx also was having his way with her.
The hands on her bare, silky breasts unexpectedly moved to her shoulders and began exerting downward pressure. Breaking the kiss he gazed deeply into her sparkling, misty blue eyes.
"Suck my cock, my gorgeous tart," he demanded in a demeaning way that Sam found arousing in an unanticipated way.
As she sank to her knees he loosened his pants and withdrew his impressively handsome erection from within his clothing. After grabbing her long red hair he wrapped it several times around his right hand to control her with as her brilliant blue eyes looked up helplessly. The left cupped the back of her head, roughly pulling her forward as his cock stabbed between her lips and inside of her hot, wet mouth.
She didn't so much suck on him as much as he fucked her mouth. With a rhythmic banging sound the back of her head struck the wall with each forward motion of his crotch. She made muffled moaning sounds as she eagerly licked and sucked on his cock as it rapidly slid in and out between her pursed lips. Saliva coated the thick rod as he rammed it down her throat, feeling his balls tightening up with excitement as he approached climax.
He made sure she got a good long taste of him, leaving the flavor of his thick, leaking cum in her mouth before pulling out at the last moment just before his eruption was imminent. He released her hair and stepped back, breathing heavily, his knees weakened as perspiration coated his shiny skin.
"Come on," he stated impatiently, reaching a hand down, gripping under one arm as he disrespectfully tugged her back to her feet.
She got up, her eyes questioning as he turned the corner and bent her down over the arm of a couch. Flipping the back of her skirt up he gripped the dark panties beneath and roughly jerked them down her shapely legs, impressing him with their beauty. He left her high-heeled black stiletto shoes on, smiling to himself as he admired her gorgeous body as it leaned over the edge of the couch.
"Spread those fantastic legs of yours," he requested, which she did. "Great bum, by the way." Sam flinched when he swatted it sharply several times, turning first one and then the other cheek red, his fingers briefly tattooed across the creamy skin. "Now let's see how the rest of you feels."
She felt completely worthless at that moment, like a naughty girl that wasn't worth the effort of being punished and abused but he was doing it to her anyway. Hot tears of shame and humiliation formed in her eyes, yet these same emotions were strangely adding to her sexual excitement. It was as if Maxx knew what she wanted better than she knew herself. These feelings intensified as her quivering legs separated and she nervously exposed herself to him like a cheap street-corner tart.
Maxx slapped her ass several more times, eliciting surprised cries as he used more force this time. When he laughed aloud mockingly her face grew hot as her humiliation deepened.
"See what I've turned you into?" he asked as he continued playing his mind games. "Nothing but a tart, that's all you are. I knew it from the first moment I saw you. It was only a Maxxer of time."
Her loud moans sounded as his right hand reached down, fingers exploring the wet, velvety folds of her cunt. There was a distinct squishing sound as he freely probed the silky pink petals of her succulent flesh while his left hand stroked his saliva-soaked erection. When a fingertip found the enlarged clit her cries increased in intensity and she wildly writhed, obviously aroused by his explorations.
He gently captured the tiny nub between two fingers and manipulated the sensitized button, grinning when her shuddering visibly grew. She was shaking and writhing over the arm of the couch as he toyed with her magnificent pussy for the first time. He persisted in his teasing until her bright pink cunt was soaked before sliding the same two fingers up to the opening and working them inside, running them in and out as he felt how incredibly hot and juicy she was inside. Maxx kept it up until his cock was granite-hard and pounding with arousal.
"I've been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you," he remarked while guiding his cock to the small opening, placing the glistening, reddish-purple tip at the entrance to his ecstasy.
Sam laid there moaning aloud as she felt him entering her, his hardened cock forcing her juice-slick walls to widen and accommodate his size. He immediately began with rapid, powerful strokes that drove him fully into her humid center until her pussy was tightly wrapped around the shaft's width. She grunted as he roughly rammed in and out of her, driving the front of her legs into the padded couch arm, jarring her with body blows as he enjoyed the pleasure she could bring.
After all of the teasing that had left her in such dire need, the tremendous feel of his throbbing cock pounding furiously into her had Sam on the edge of climax in less than a minute. She felt the tingling pressure building deep within her loins, intensifying with every thrust of Maxx's splendidly rigid cock. Grabbing her boobs in her hands she squeezed on them, the delightful touching adding to her excitement, especially as she started twisting on the swollen nipples to the point of discomfort.
Moments later she crested. Her body clenched hard as he pounded his cock into her faster and harder, his grunts joining with her cries of delight. Sam bucked wildly as he firmly gripped her slender waist, pinning her into position as he gave her luscious body a good fucking. He enjoyed how her cunt was tightening around his plunging cock as she climaxed, trying to take him with her, but Maxx wasn't there yet.
After what seemed to him like several minutes she expelled a heavy breath and sucked more air into her lungs. Sam was breathless as her cries kept coming. Each thrust now made noticeable squishing sounds as he fucked her juice-soaked pussy and savored the intense wet heat and pressure that was wrapped so nicely around his erection.
Maxx was also breathing hard and so after thrusting his cock into her he rested for a few moments, giving both of them a break from the sexy action. He leaned over her and reached around, filling his hands with her silky tits and stiff, throbbing nipples. He played with her boobs until their breathing stabilized, giving her nipples a rough twist that caused her to cry out in response to the jolts of sharp stinging pain that surprised her.
Afterwards he chuckled at her response and straightened up, returning his hands to her waist and immediately resuming his rapid strokes that quickly had her breathless once again. Maxx grinned down at her as he watched her lovely body shifting beneath him while giving her what she really wanted. He was good at judging women and knew how to punch their buttons to get them into a position like this. It was how he'd earned the reputation he had as a ladies' man and kept drawing more and more women to his lair.
Maxx fucked her cunt good and hard for another five or more minutes before she climaxed again. This time, as she tightened around his cock to draw the seed from his balls, he allowed her the pleasure of pulling him with her. As she loudly cried out and wildly shook, he felt the tingling pressure in his balls intensifying. He gave in to the shudder of delight as he grunted aloud, enjoying the wonderfully intense sensations as his cum began its inevitable rise.
Just as her climax began to fade his started. Slamming roughly into her, straining to obtain maximum depth, he grunted with each spastic release. Powerful geysers of thick, hot semen shot deeply into her. Again and again his balls erupted as they were drained, the last few spasms weakening in intensity until he'd filled her pussy with all his body had to offer.
After a few moments he pulled his soaked cock out and reached down, grabbing her left arm near the armpit. "Come on, let's clean you up and we can do this again in my bed."
"Ow!" she cried out as her roughly jerked her up. Glaring at him she exclaimed, "You have no idea how to treat women. You're such an asshole!"
"If you wanted nice you'd be fucking your boyfriend," he said with a smile. "But deep down inside you don't want nice... you want me."
His kiss surprised her. Maxx suddenly placed his hands on her face and drew her mouth to his. Their lips parted and their tongues entwined in a deep, passionate kiss. Aren't you full of surprises, Sam thought to herself as she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue wrapping around hers, nipples once again flaring outward with excitement. She could feel the remnants of their intimate coupling slowly dripping down an inner thigh, tickling her skin as it did.
Her hands moved to the back of his head, soft fingers sifting through his strands of hair. She pulled her body closer to his as they both enjoyed the brief embrace.
When their mouths separated she smiled into his eyes. "That was nice. Why can't you treat me like that all of the time?"
Maxx returned the smile. "Because it's not what you really want, now is it?"
Her smile turned coy as she angled her head away while still maintaining direct contact with his alluring eyes. "How is it that you know me better than I know myself?"
"It's a natural talent," he explained. "Some people are artists, writers... my talent is reading."
Her cheeks reddened. "You read people," Sam surmised.
"I read women," he clarified. "Gorgeous women such as yourself. Come, my saucy tart, time to clean you up so I can get you messy all over again."
Her glowing face smiled. "Promises, promises."
After he started the water they finished undressing one another, copping quick feels as they did. After she peeled off her bra Maxx roughly pushed her back against one tiled wall and tightly squeezed on her perky tits as their eyes locked together in silent communication, searching one another. When she sensed he had a dark side that was yet to be explored a mixture of emotions -- nervous fear, curiosity, and a strange excitement -- surfaced within her. As if to reinforce this discovery he grasped her swollen nipples, twisting and pinching until her blue eyes half-closed and cries of pain escaped her luscious lips.
"I'm going to be enjoying these very much," he cautioned her in advance as a wide grin formed on his lips.
Her brow furled and forehead wrinkled as a questioning expression crossed her face. "What does that mean?"
Without answering he bent down to make final adjustments to the water temperature before leading her inside. Placing her facing the cascading water, he wet her body from head to toe before working soap into a lather.
"Bend over, place your hands against the wall and spread your legs," he demanded.
Sam's face reddened with the heat of embarrassed shame as he ordered her around, but she did as he told her. Facing the wall, now with the shower streaming down along her shoulders and middle back, he stood behind her and used his fingers to open her still-puffy pink labia, exposing her most private parts. He got to work smearing soap all over every part of her, even working two fingers inside to cleanse the inner walls of her pussy. It was more humiliating than arousing at first, but the longer the touching continued she couldn't help but to start enjoying it as her knees weakened and the heat of sexual awakening returned to her loins.
He reached up and pulled down the removable showerhead, taking a moment to change the stream from broad to a thin, strong, pulsating stream. Sam softly moaned as he rinsed her off using this focused water, her body shaking as he teased her clit before opening her pussy with two fingers and directing the stream inside to rinse the soap away. This was when he started slapping her ass again like she was some naughty schoolgirl, the mixture of sharp misery and pleasure mingling as one.
Starting at the bottom of her long, deep red mane he wrapped it around his right hand over and over until the hand was pressing tightly against the back of her head. It was so tightly wrapped that it steadily pulled, inflicting slight pain. Sam knew that the smallest tug would easily multiply her discomfort.
"Ow!" she loudly complained, reaching her hands up to try and release his firm grip on her hair.
Ignoring her feeble attempts he straightened her up before spinning her body around to face his. She saw he was grinning, enjoying his dominance over her. He pulled down on the back of her head until the top of it was resting against the tile, water hitting just below the neck and cascading down over her perky boobs and swollen nipples. His cupped left palm contained a small mountain of thick white suds.
"You'll be covered with my cum before we're done," he told her. "Hey, that even rhymes."
She silently sneered at him as he smeared the suds over her firm boobs, hard nipples, and flat tummy while the water simultaneously rinsed it away. Afterwards he used his hold to compel her to kneel before him. Sam stared at his cock, which was far from erect but neither was it completely soft. When he handed her a bar of soap she used it to wash him clean.
"Get up," he said, carelessly lifting Sam to her feet by her hair just after turning off the water.
After they stepped out he grabbed a towel off a rack attached to one wall and dried her off. It wasn't until this was done when he uncoiled her long, dark red mane and squeezed the excess water out over the nearby sink. Although they were both still slightly damp he led her to his bedroom for some more intimate enjoyment.
The bedroom was small and nondescript. By far the most commanding feature was the queen-sized bed which rested on an imposing polished brass frame. The headboard, which was in the shape of an "n", had vertical brass tubular supports spaced evenly across its width which worked nicely for immobilizing the women he brought here.
"Get on the bed face down," he told her with every expectation that she would do exactly as he wanted, and she did. They always do, he thought with a grin.
Walking to a nightstand on the right side of the bed he slid the only drawer open and retrieved his favorite toys. He didn't have many, but what he did have were always quite effective. He liked the red silk scarf more than the battery-operated vibrator or the wireless vibrating nipple clamps, perhaps because it left his lovers so helpless. But when used in unison the results could be very... arousing, and in an intimidating way.
After he climbed onto the bed beside her on his knees, he reached down and grasped her wrists, guiding them between the vertical supports of the headboard. Initially she was confused until she saw the red silk scarf which he used to bind her wrists together, left over right. Once Sam realized what he was doing she began to complain, but one harsh look from Maxx cut her words short and she reluctantly allowed him to continue. Once more the emotions of shame and humiliation resurfaced, which also sparked her growing arousal.
"What is that?" she asked, her fear also rising as her stomach knotted.
Maxx just smiled. "You'll see."
He roughly sucked on each nipple in turn, dragging his teeth up and down the straining pink shafts until they were as big and hard as they'd ever been. Sam was enjoying it as the sensations fueled the tingling heat warming her loins and sent shivers down her spine. These reignited her pussy and she once more began to sense her juice flowing, moistening her sex in preparation. Once he finished sucking on one nipple he attached the clamp until both were trapped within the devices.
She glanced down once he was finished to observe the attachments to her body. Watching Maxx she saw him activate a button on a small controller and felt the clamps beginning to vibrate.
"How awfully clever," she decided as he varied the speed, changing from light to the maximum vibration that could be delivered. Gazing into his dark eyes she admitted, "You certainly are full of surprises."
The clamps teasing her nipples sent more tingling down her spine and turned her on even more. Her eyes looked up and saw herself in a mirror mounted above the bed, something she hadn't noticed before. Looking up at her own reflection she half-closed her blue eyes and softly cried out as pleasure filled her shapely figure. She had no aversion to making noise and made sure Maxx knew exactly how effective the teasing was having on her.
When he briefly disappeared and returned she could see he was holding a couple of items but not precisely what they were. She knew he wouldn't tell her if she asked and so she continued issuing moans of delight as he dipped two fingers into a jar of petroleum jelly. When Sam felt him separating her ass cheeks she knew what was about to happen. Chills went through her body as the cold lubricant was applied to her anus.
After spreading it around, one finger worked into her tight ass, wiggling to begin loosening her up. Following several minutes of being manually worked over, a vibrator turned on and replaced the finger.
"Uh!" she groaned aloud as the rounded tip pushed inside, forcing her to wiggle her ass to minimize the pain of its penetration. "No, it's too big for me, you'll hurt me."
"You'll take it, all of it, my nasty little tart," he responded in a stern tone
As she pulled on her binding in a vain effort to achieve her freedom, his words stirred her emotions and intensified the sense of shame and humiliation just as much as he did her arousal. He didn't let up and it was all she could do to take the vibrating toy deeper into her ass. Sam shifted her hips from side to side while angling her pelvis to help the toy to reach deeper and deeper. The vibrating pressure was teasing her pussy and she was all wet between the legs.
"I told you you'd take it all," he announced a short time later.
Once he pushed much of the toy inside her ass he pulled it back out and began fucking her with it. At the same time he grasped her clit between the thumb and index finger of his left hand and started gently massaging it. This quickly sent Sam over the edge and she cried out as her body bucked and shuddered in response to the powerful sensations of delight flooding her system.
It took less than a minute for her to climax. The toy ramming into her ass, the vibrating nipple clamps, and his teasing of her clit quickly brought her sexual release. It was a strong and surprisingly long-lasting orgasm that gripped her helpless form and shook her like a rag doll. Sam felt squirting sensations in her pussy as it erupted in a flood of juice. The intensely delightful tingling heat deep in her loins was released like an exploding bomb, its shrapnel of pleasure rippling through all parts of her.
She was red-faced, sweaty, and exhausted when the orgasm eventually subsided. Her beautiful face had a lovely glow to it as her eyes found his with an appreciative look in them. Maxx could clearly see that her cunt was thoroughly soaked with feminine juice. The puffy pink folds were all shiny with wetness and appeared so inviting that he could not possibly delay any longer.
Maxx was fully erect and throbbing by this time. With the vibrator still embedded in her ass he rolled her over onto her left side and straddled her bottom leg, extending the other upright and resting it against his chest. With practiced precision his cock was quickly pumping into her steamy depths. He gave his tart a fast, hard fucking, feeling the pressure of the rapidly vibrating sex toy against his driving shaft as he moved within her.
There was nothing Sam could do but take whatever he gave her and as many times as he desired. This sense of being dominated mixed with the other still-present emotions and stirred her excitement as never before. She understood now how Maxx managed to be so seductive with women, how they were drawn to him just as she'd been, like a moth to a very dangerous flame.
Each powerful thrust of his hips inched her closer to the headboard. Sam grabbed the frame, wrapping her fingers around two supports to brace herself. As his cock pounded into her juicy cunt she met it with frantic thrusts of her own, meshing their flesh together.
Over and over he rammed deeply inside of her. All of this time she was acutely aware of the insistent vibrations of the nipples captured within the small clamps, and the buzzing pressure filling her bottom, all while Maxx gave her pussy all it was capable of handling. She felt the heat of arousal growing within her loins, moving her closer to what promised to be another powerful climax.
Sam never recalled being as wet as she was at that moment. Her warm juice had so thoroughly soaked her pussy that it was trickling down her lower inner thigh. Every penetration of his erection splattered it around. He was enjoying it as well, she felt sure of this, as her pussy hugged his thick, rigid shaft and steeped him in her leaking juice. Maxx seemed tireless as he grunted with each inward movement of his driving cock, maintaining the same brisk pace.
"Oh yes! Uh! Uh!" her breathless cries of delight sounded.
Somehow he managed to keep going. Sam never knew sex like this was possible except in fantasies. She couldn't be sure if it went on for another two minutes, five, or even ten. All concept of time was lost as she lay there working her hips and pelvis with everything she had, hands tightly gripping the bed frame as he rammed his cock fully into her. The sex was so frenzied that they were both sweating profusely from the intense activity, her eyes burning from the salt. Her mind and body were being completely blown away.
She crested again. This time the orgasm drained her of all remaining strength. Sam's body clenched hard and urgently bucked as she jammed her pussy against his cock, the walls of her sex clamping firmly around his throbbing shaft. He was grunting too as they climaxed together. Maxx released his strong squirts of thick seed as he satisfied his building need at the same time as her hot cream flooded her core once more.
Once he was drained Maxx collapsed facing her. Their sparkling eyes locked.
She weakly moaned, "Too tired."
Exhausted, Sam slept. When she awoke an hour or two later her drained body was devoid of sexual toys. She looked into Maxx's eyes, which were smiling suspiciously
She asked, "What?"
He grinned. "This changes things."
"But I have a boyfriend," Sam protested.
The grin widened. "You HAD a boyfriend."