'Please… Please, fuck me. I can't stand it. Please. I'm a slut."

'You're a slut, baby. You're a filthy little bitch who needs to fuck to make you behave. Is that it? Huh? Is that what you want?"


'Yes!" I screamed. 'I'll be good. I promise. Please…"

He slid the rest of the way off the seat. I twitched in a frenzy. Was he going to fuck me now—at last?

He knelt between my legs, still driving his fingers in hard. His knuckles pounded my pussy raw, but that only made me wetter.


He leaned close to my face, hissing through gritted teeth. His arm and shoulders strained under his suit with the power of every cruel thrust. 'Beg for my cock, you little slut!" he snarled. 'Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to make you cum all over my cock the way you want to."

'Please!" I shrieked. 'Please. I need your cock so bad…"


'Would you suck my cock hard if I fuck you with it?"

'Yes! Anything! Please, Nico. I can't stand it…"

'You better learn to stand it, bitch. You don't cum unless I say so. Understand? This pussy is mine."

'Yes!" I screamed. 'Yes!"

'Say it. Say this is mine!"

'It's yours! You make me cum. Please! Please!"

He leaned back, and I almost burst into tears when he slid his fingers out of me. 'Don't stop. Keep touching yourself."

I moaned in agony. Touching myself was driving me insane. My eyes really did tear up when he unzipped and pulled out his straining cock. 'Is this what you want? Huh? Is this the cock you want to make you cum?"

I couldn't answer. I stared into his eyes in a kind of drunken lunacy. He drove me beyond sanity, beyond reason, beyond all rational thought. He mesmerized me with those eyes, so my whole being hung on his word.

He leaned in and kissed me, and in the middle of that magical kiss, his cock touched my inflamed tissues. He pushed my hand away, and then he was inside.

His thickness blasted my world apart, but I still couldn't cum—not until he told me to.

He ripped off my lips, straightened up, and started fucking me out of my mind. He pulled me down the seat and positioned my thighs around his hips.

He drove in hard and tight, but those eyes overpowered me more than anything. His nostrils flared, and he compressed his lips with the effort.

He raised his hand to my face one more time and slipped his thumb into my mouth. 'Suck it, baby. Suck me."

I started sucking, and delicious pleasure flooded me. I was sucking him and fucking him at the same time. I couldn't stop spiraling in the stratosphere, and I hadn't even cum yet. Maybe he wouldn't let me cum at all, but this was the most blissful experience of my life.

He slid his other hand up my shirt, tore my bra out of the way, and groped my breasts while he drilled me out of this world. He hummed and sighed the harder I sucked on his thumb.

My wetness squelched around his distended veins every time he drove in. He smacked my ass with deep, wet, delicious spanks that set my whole body jiggling.

He pulled his thumb out of my mouth. 'My slut," he breathed. 'My bitch."

'Nico…" I gasped.

He hooked one beefy hand behind my neck and heaved me off the seat without missing a stroke. He sat me up in front of him and held me in that position where he could kiss me.

He picked up the pace until he slammed into me with all his massive power. 'That's right, baby," he panted. 'That's right. You like to take that cock…"

I gasped with every stroke. I wanted to scream his name to the four winds, but I couldn't make a sound except to pant and gasp into his mouth every time he delivered one of those scorching kisses.

He escalated to a pounding beat so fucking hard I didn't know how I could survive it. He would blast me into a million pieces any second now.

He gave me one last kiss, tore away, and bellowed. 'Cum for me! Cum now! Show me how you cum all over that cock!"

I screamed as an epic climax exploded out of me. He kept roaring commands for me to cum for him, and my body complied beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn't stop screaming. My mouth wouldn't respond when he tried to kiss me.

My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I couldn't feel anything but him pumping me full of his meat. He bit my lips, but that colossal wave of pleasure kept tearing me to pieces every time he slammed in.

I started to go limp in his hands, even as the mind-blowing rapture obliterated my last shred of being.

He drove in once, and hot, bubbling jiz flooded me. His cock pulsated in time to my muscle spasms matching every stroke. He kept fucking me until our combined cum dribbled out onto the seat.

He let go of my neck, and I collapsed back on the seat, totally spent. I couldn't move or even open my eyes. Every particle of my being felt wrung out and drained of all energy.

I drifted in the clouds for what seemed like a long time. What the hell was happening to me? Would I ever be able to cum for anyone else ever again?

Even as I thought that, I knew I would. His commands only applied to when I was with him, but I didn't even have any guarantee that I ever would be again. It wasn't like he could come into my room and fuck me while he was supposed to be acting as my bodyguard.

The seat sank next to me, and the next thing I knew, he was picking me up. He lifted me off the seat and repositioned me. He pulled my skirt down and pulled off my shoes.

I swam back to consciousness to find him sitting next to me. He pulled me toward him and put his arm around my shoulders. He eased me against him and pushed my head down on his chest.

That simple act of gentleness and tender care drowned me in such a heart-wrenching flood of emotion that I put my arms around him and hugged him.

He squeezed me tighter, and I curled up under his arm. I huddled under his protection and let my eyes sink closed again. I was here, with him, and he had his arm around me in a way none of the other three ever did. None of them ever gave me this moment of safety and comfort afterward.

How could he turn out to be the one who knew, the one who cared, the one who turned such a powerful experience into such a life-changing moment of connection? He was nothing like what I thought. I never knew him—not ever—not until now.

Just in case I wasn't sure, he bent down and kissed the top of my head. He raised his other arm to hug me tighter, and before I knew what was happening, he guided me into his lap. He turned me the other way and enfolded me in an embrace of impossible tenderness and affection.

I curled even tighter against his chest and hugged him for all I was worth. I never wanted to let go. I never wanted to be anywhere but here, but I couldn't get here without all the other mind-blowing things that happened between us today. I couldn't get here without being down and dirty as his slut, being on my knees sucking him in the dressing room, and being everything he wanted me to be.

I dreaded the moment when we got back to the estate. Once I got out of this limo, I might never get this back again. I might never be with him again. What would become of me then?

All too soon, he kissed me on the head again and said, 'We're pulling into the driveway. Sit up, and grab your panties."

I couldn't deny those words. I sat up, and he eased me back onto the seat. I slipped my panties back on, straightened my clothes, and finger-combed my hair back into place as the limo stopped in front of the house.

I spotted him rubbing the cum off the seat with his handkerchief, and when he caught my eye, his cheeks colored. No one would ever know about that but the two of us.