Melissa And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 1) (10 page)

He suddenly stops and breaks away before placing his hand over my gaping moistening hole.

Master places his hand just over the slit of my vagina, barely touching it. My hairs brush the surface of his hand causing me to almost cum at the sensation of his fingers hovering a few millimeters from my entrance.
Even though no connection is made, it begins to stir a climax from deep within as I begin to beg for his touch, “Please touch me…touch me again.” I can barely get the words out though the constraints of the garment placed in my mouth, but Master thankfully takes pity and firmly touches my clit to which I am now shaking violently, and the amazing feeling is now washing all over my body. I cry with joy as every muscle in my body shuts down at the joyous orgasm. It is like his touch has a divine power. The leaves of the branch are shaking due to my relentless tugging as I begin to shake and groan with joy pooling my vaginal fluid over his bare hand. “Good, good,” were my Masters remarks at my orgasm. He walks around behind me and begins to slap my buttocks. I feel them wobble in the warm night air much to master’s delight. He smacks me again and again. His hands land with a piercing impact that stings the surface of my smooth skin.

“You need to be punished. You are cheating on your soon to be husband. You are a slut,” he says to me. He slaps me in my face to which I let out a cry of pain.

“What? You want to argue with your new master?” He asks. I now shake my head, surprised to find him speaking to me like this such a turn on. He now releases me from the branch but still with the garment tying my hands together. He marches me out towards the sea where there is a crate lying in the sand near the yacht. I can only imagine it stored a few emergency provisions and I can barely make it out in the darkness.

“You stay right here. Master will be back shortly,” he commands. I stand there in the sand, watching as Ricardo boards the yacht and turns on a switch that engulfs me and the surrounding area in artificial light. He jumps down and throws me across the top of the cargo crate where I remain bent over. There is a rope strewn across the width to which he places my hands underneath, causing them to be restrained tightly. He forcefully spreads my legs apart and says,

“Don’t struggle. You mustn’t move.”

I feel myself almost cum again upon hearing these words of complete dominance. H
e parts my butt cheeks to reveal my readied holes.
Nothing is between his manhood and my completely exposed vagina as I feel my sparse pubic hairs flutter in the open. My feet sink further into the cool sand as the tide washes around us. I find myself giggling with glee as his smooth helmet slips into my moistening anal hole and all the way inside me. Every ribbed bump on his penis provides a filling sensation as I feel myself stretch tightly around his shaft.
He pulls at my blonde hair, twisting it up in his tight grip as I feel the fire burning inside me. His pelvis smacks into my bouncing ass as he keeps thrusting his dick between my ribbed walls, going all the way in and electrifying all my senses. The sound of my pleasurable moaning is accompanied by the squeaks of the wooden box rocking side to side as my body weaves forward and backward. I have had anal sex on only a few occasions in the past. Usually it requires a few insertions before being able to slide in and out as easily as this. Ricardo, however, has managed to slip in his huge penis through the tight rim in one go. I can only imagine it is because I am so lubricated. The feeling of his thick helmet slurping and twisting around in my anus, sliding happily inside me begins to send vibrations throughout my body.

“Are you sorry for doing this?” He cries out. The sound of the waves coming in is now quiet, but will not deter either of us from fulfilling our sinful act. I can feel my legs digging into the corner edge of the wooden container as I scream my announcement of joy to the world. Ricardo pounds and pounds; smacking his pelvis into my buttocks. My submission was now complete as I instinctively reply, “Yes Ricardo. I’m sorry.”

“Call me sir, you dirty bitch!” He shouts back at me.

“I’m sorry sir.” I shout back through a strenuous muffled cry.

I feel my rim begin to stretch further and further with a sharp, tight feeling as Ricardo begins to push up into my anal cavity that is now seeping fluid. A deep muffled groan is the only response that comes from me.

“Do you submit to me?” He asks.

“I submit sir, I submit!” comes my strained reply as he takes a firm chunk of my straight blonde shiny hair in his hand. His body is pressed against mine as he drains every last drop of himself. I can
feel the semen running up the inside of the underneath of his penis against the moist gaping entrance to my ass.
The sound of my knees repeatedly hitting the wooden panels of the container can be heard as euphoria shoots from my feet through my chest and out of my mouth. Master removes himself and swiftly walks away. Leaving me there as I fall into the rising tide. The salt water begins to wash up my legs as I lay there panting like a woman who has just been ravaged. The water helps to loosen my wrists and I swiftly remove the tee shirt from my mouth and cast it aside. It is hard to describe the feeling of immense satisfaction I am now feeling. There have been many occasions that I have ventured into the unknown and have heard many stories about bondage and such. But to freely submit myself to another and allow him to take total control of my body and use it as a pure object of his desire has left me completely enlightened. Sure enough Ricardo now has come back and picks me up from the sandy beach. I wrap both arms around him as he carries me with ease back to our campfire.

3. One For Good Measure

It is day three and I am now getting worried. The food has now run out and I feel that we engage in sex one more time, then I may as well marry him! Just as the morning before, I see my soon to be brother in law by the yacht. Only this time he is on the deck. I quickly slip on my clothes and join him.

“I’m worried Ricardo,” I say. He gives me a water bottle and I begin to drink.

“Look, any moment now they are going to come for us! Don’t worry please!” He says. I can sense a level of anxiety in his voice, but cannot resist in asking him this one burning question,

“But what if they don’t come?”

Ricardo approaches me and whispers, “In that case, let me make you cum one last time.”

Over the boat he takes me. I can only look at my reflection in the front visor screen, squealing and moaning with every insertion from Ricardo. My knees knock into the hard wood of the driver’s seat as the familiar sound of my butt cheeks smacking against another person’s skin fills the air. What will I tell my fiancé? That I let his brother ravage me in this paradise? I can’t think for long as I now feel a big almighty climax coming on and soon raise the pitch of my voice to reflect the immense pleasure now creeping over my body. I must sound stupid, but don’t care. The feeling of the relentless sun beating down upon the smooth surface of my back is only interrupted by the shadow of my domineer as he thrusts forward, sliding his manhood up my slippery slope. “That’s it, fuck me!” I cry “Fuck me good.” Ricardo grabs a handful of my long blonde hair and pulls it back with all his might causing my head to bend backwards at my neck. I am still moaning and squealing as I feel the heat of the sun now on my raised face. His penis is now sliding back and forth rather quickly now; his hips creating a popping sound against my ass as he crashes into it.

The whirring sound of the helicopter should mean we stop and both look up, but this doesn’t happen as we are both so focused on completing this sinful act whereby I let him drain himself between my lubricated walls for probably the fourth time within 24 hours!

“Shit, they found us!” He cries and stands up on the front of the yacht waving his arms furiously towards the sky. I quickly pick myself up and put on my clothes. Sure enough, the helicopter only takes a few seconds to reach us, touching down on the beach. Out runs a man in causal beach-wear,

“Ricky?? What the fuck happened? We thought someone knocked you off!” He shouts. Ricardo jumps down onto the beach from the deck of the boat, “It’s about time! Somebody tampered with the engine. Must have been done back on the quay.”  I follow him down onto the beach and we are subsequently huddled into the helicopter which promptly takes off.

Looking back, I can see our little paradise becoming smaller and I think off the sinful and naughty acts we have partaken in. I turn to him, “Thank you for the journey Ricardo. This island should be more than suitable for my wedding. I’m going to call Peter and let him know,” I exclaim. My soon to be brother in law looks at me awkwardly,

“Are you sure? There are the other islands which offer better…” I cut him off,

“No I want this one.” I close my eyes and take a few moments rest. Any feelings of guilt are soon to disappear; the present is before my new marriage, and is the last time I would ever venture into the dark side of my lustful desires. Thinking about a glorious wedding ceremony on that beach makes me smile. It is perfect!

THE END

WHY HE Demands

1. The Party

Colombian alpha-male Ricardo Alvez, has his sights set on running his late father’s international textile corporation. A dominating billionaire playboy; he’s determined to prevent rival corporations and greedy governments from pulling the family business apart. Although not possessing the best business savvy in the world, he does possess an incredible natural aura of emitting his own Latino sexual heat. Ricardo is determined to use this blessed God-given ability to his advantage with the sole intention of eliminating any emerging threats through full-on domineering sex.

The band plays an old-school tango which evokes memories of my past growing up in the countryside. My family was dirt poor and we worked hard in the coffee fields. Without any formal education, my only asset was my body and one day whilst travelling to Bogota, I came across my future husband Paco Gonzalez, or now commonly known as ‘The Wolf’. Apparently, anybody who falls out of favor with him gets fed to the animals, but he isn’t as bad as everybody says, and I have never seen him do anything bad. Yes, he is a well-known drug lord, but that side of his life is never brought into our home. My name is Maria Gonzalez, a now very rich lady who is attending the president’s yearly function at his villa. This party is full of people who kiss ass and try to further themselves. My husband naturally cannot be seen here, but is very much, close and personal friends with
El Presidente
.

I finish off my glass of champagne and make my way to an open top balcony for some fresh air and to enjoy a cigarette. After a few years of attending the same event, it becomes very boring, always serving the same food, music and seeing the same, boring people. A nearby guard opens the glass door for me and I walk out into the fresh, cool night air. Colombia at night is very special. The smell of pine and humidity come together to make a succinct smell that will always remind me of my country. I am not alone on this balcony and can see the muscular silhouette of a gentleman leaning over the ledge smoking a cigar. He turns upon hearing me snapping shut my purse and walks forward, into the light. I know this man. This is none other than Ricardo Alvez – a billionaire playboy who inherited everything he owns from his father. I have seen him at a few charity functions, but we have never exchanged more than passing glances.

“Good evening, I take it you are here for a little respite too?”

He is dashingly handsome and has a nice strong body, which can be seen even through his well-tailored suit.

“Yes, I needed a little air, “I reply. He must recognize me, for we see each other all the time at these things.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I am Ricardo Alvez, but you can call me Rick.” He holds out his hand and I shake it. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment, both sensing a spark of desire.

“I am Maria Gonzalez. My husband is involved with government work.”  He smiles at me and my heart begins to speed up slightly. 

“Well, Maria your husband is a very fortunate man. He has a beautiful wife,” he says in a soft voice. I accept his flirtatious advance,

“His wife is also alone this evening.” I wonder if he even knows that I am a complete nymphomaniac. One wouldn’t think to look at me with my graceful posture and elegant dress, but I do frequently indulge in a lot of BDSM sex, with strangers. It helps me maintain a perfectly good relationship with my husband, who I have no doubt frequently spends his free time with countless ladies. It is a nice summer evening and I am bored with the legendary Ricardo Alvez coming onto me. He nears closer to me. His dark hair is slicked back and his green eyes are shining like the most perfectly cut jade stones. 

“I’m bored, maybe we can salvage the evening for both of us?” I casually mention.

He nears his mouth towards mine and I drop my cigarette as our tongues are now caressing each other and he places a hand on my waist. Ricardo tastes good with the sweet smell of his cologne hanging in the air around us. Just as the butterflies feel as though they are set to burst out of my stomach, he suddenly breaks away.

“Sorry, is your husband Paco Gonzalez?” He asks.

This does sometimes happen when people connect the dots. “Yes he is. Why? Are you afraid he is going to find out?” I tease him and grab his testicles and squeeze them gently. Ricardo backs away, obviously now petrified that he is going to be fed to a pack of wolves somewhere in the Colombian countryside.

“I’m sorry Maria, I cannot do this.” And with that he swiftly makes his way back inside. How dare he leave me like this after making such sexual advances? Now, in addition to being a complete nymphomaniac, I am also a sadistic control freak. I am going to enjoy bringing Ricardo into my darkest desires and he will have no choice but to go along with it. I light up another cigarette and smile to myself, “Ricardo… your sweet ass is mine.”

I make conversation with a few delegates and walk over to Ricardo who is saying good-bye to the President.

“Hello, Mr. Alvez, why are you leaving so soon?” I take extreme pleasure in playing this game at watching Ricardo nervously come up with a feeble excuse.

“We can leave together. My driver is outside and it would be nice to discuss a few issues regarding our earlier conversation.” I turn to the president and say my goodbyes before myself and Ricardo walk out into the grounds of the villa. Ricardo turns to me and says, “Maria, I’m going home. My driver is here…” I cut him off.

“Send him home. You are here with me now and I wouldn’t want to tell my husband what you did to me earlier this evening.” The car pulls up and I get in the back, followed by Ricardo who is now very anxious. Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I don’t really care.

“You will come and spend the night with me tonight. I have heard about your parties and how you like to feel as though you are in charge. Well tonight, things are going to play out a little differently. Ricardo turns to me,

“Maria, I’m not going to play your stupid games. Pick an easier target. You cannot handle me.”

I laugh, “You’re so cute when you get angry. This is going to be fun.”

After the twenty minute drive, we reach my villa. After his initial resistance of me stretching out my long, smooth legs and flicking my dark hair back showing off my bosom, he relented, and we were soon kissing and groping each other. Now that we are at my home, I can show him to my special ‘Cooler chamber’. This is the place of which I become the all domineering master, and I get to unleash the dark side of myself before my prey.

2. The After Party

A vaulted cellar, the brickwork exposed. The atmospheric music consists of various deep electronic synthesizer chords, overlaid with intermittent painful screaming. The music reminds me of the euro techno trash that one hears from occasional passing cars in the street, but I like it all the same. The lighting was by way of flaming torches, making it look very medieval. Masks and torture implements hang down from iron racks, all looking particularly evil and promising great pain.

I allow him to worship my beautiful feet and gladly watch him lick the dirty leather heel using the tip of his tongue and sliding it around. Ricardo now suddenly touches my inner thigh, rubbing his hand over my fish net tights. For this I give him a few lashes on his back using quite a bit of strength that causes him to wail in pain and lower his hand. “How dare you touch your mistress in that way? You want to fuck me? I tell you when to touch me… understand?” I bellow down towards him. He doesn’t reply so I give him one further lash across his back, leaving a dark pink horizontal mark across its length. “Do you understand?” I shout.

“Yes senora,” he replies, keeping his head down towards the floor and continuing to lick around my heel and moving his tongue up to the bulge of my ankle. Good… he is learning. I tug on the collar and prompt him to crawl forward on all fours to my suspension straps. I chain him by all four of his limbs, his feet trapped in an iron contraption which firmly holds him in place at least a meter above the ground. His arms are raised by a pair of leather straps running from the ceiling that have steel handcuffs attached to the ends. I myself am dressed in black latex. There is a readied and willing opening at both my asshole and my vagina for quick and brutal penetration, should I so choose.  I like this part; circling him slowly, armed with a brown leather whip before lashing out with lightening precision at his bare buttocks. Ricardo cries out in pain. Okay, so I may have lashed out a bit hard… but this is my show. People speak about levels, such as level one; being when you stop upon the first sign of blood. I have to confess that I have never been one to follow rules. Now the great Ricardo Alvez is mine. He hasn’t submitted to me yet, but when he does, I will have him drain his load inside of me as his reward for being a loyal sex slave. But first, he has to submit his mind, body and soul.

“Ricardo, Ricardo, Ricardo… what am I going to do with you? First, you make sexual advances to me knowing that I am a married woman… and then you treat me like a puta, by leaving the party so soon. Does my husband scare you? It is I who you should be scared of, my little chicito!” The whip lashes out with furious anger causing a piercing impact against his exposed ass. His painful scream is making my vaginal walls seep their glorious fluid. It feels so good! I lash out with the whip again, again and again, without easing the strength of my lashes. Ricardo’s screams are echoing around the glorious chamber; every one closely followed by the impact of leather on his bare flesh. The reddening mark of the whip increasingly leaves marks a darker shade of red as horizontal stripes run across his buttocks. I now have to stop momentarily, both arms are hurting due to my repeated strokes. I walk around him again, only this time even more slowly, allowing the clacking of my high heels on the cold floor to echo throughout the room. His cock and balls are hanging down; stretched and almost contorted.  I cup them with a firm grip and gently squeeze. Ricardo’s beautiful face winces as I gently apply more pressure.

“Do you accept me Ricardo? Like many others have done for you?” He looks up into my eyes with a painful expression,

“Not yet senora,” he answers in a strained reply.

This is certainly going to be interesting! I release his testicles along with his feet from the iron foot lock before releasing the handcuffs. He now stands there like a naughty school boy with his ball gag. I begin to stroke him, slowly.

“Get hard now!” I command whilst playing with the hardening penis. It surely is big, I watch happily as the full length of his shaft expands forever forward and stands erect like a missile ready for firing. I smack it hard causing Ricardo to instinctively hold his hands out. This will not do! I use my handcuffs and secure both his arms behind his back. I smack his penis again this time only harder. He groans in pain closing his eyes tightly. My hand now continuously smacks the shaft and I watch it redden a little more after each impact.

“Kneel!” I command and spread both my legs. “Smell me, smell me long and good,” I command. He presses his nose between my moist lips and begins to take long hard sniffs causing gurgling sounds from around my ribbed hole. The sensation is electfying as the point of his nose rubs against my sensitive tissues, causing ripples of pleasure to run throughout my body.

“Push harder!” I order, to which he presses with all his might, burying his head down deep between my open legs. The feeling of his head against my soft inner thigh only adds to the enjoyment as he furiously moves his nose around the entrance to my inner domain. “Good, that’s it, sniff your mistress good now.” I reach around the back of Ricardo’s head and release the ball cock from his mouth, “Now lick me and finish the job!” My moans of pleasure now add to the slurping and licking sounds of him lapping his tongue across my playground.

“Ahhh… that’s it,” I mutter, as his tongue now twists through my pooling hole. The erupting sensation begins to shoot through me in waves with every move of Ricardo’s tongue rubbing against the surface of my vaginal walls. My legs feel as though they are about to buckle, which I absolutely cannot allow as it will undermine the dominant authority that I have worked so desperately to establish.

“Stop. Stop right this instant!” I boom down towards him during which my voice falters under the euphoric sensation I am now feeling. He continues to lick and slurp away. How dare he? My breathing is becoming heavier now as his tongue does its work.

“Stop… Now. I command you to stop!” I cry out. My voice is hardly threatening due to the wave of euphoria now sweeping my body as I home in on an almighty climax. This is testing all of my mental reserves as every part of me wants to surrender to an orgasm, but doing so will only ruin any further domination. With every bit of determination I have left, I somehow manage to break away from his skillful tongue,

“You disgust me! How dare you continue, when you are told to stop!” My muscles are slightly trembling as the orgasm now safely distances itself. I yank hard at Ricardo’s chain,

“You dirty little cunt! Now I’m going to show you!” I forcefully make him crawl on all fours to the other side of the chamber before giving him a firm kick in the stomach causing him to roll over coughing,

“That will teach you,” I tell him.

“Sorry senora, I want to pleasure you,” he replies. His hands are still cuffed behind his back, so I help him get up by pulling on the collar.