Oh Please, Not Again.
If you have managed to read my previous stories you will be aware that my life has been disrupted by a 5’ 3’’ Rock Chick called Gemma, who has set me up, stitched me up, and beaten me up (with some help, of course), and is in the process of blackmailing me.
It doesn’t help that she is a very hot rock chick and I am a bit susceptible to the ladies….okay I’m a bastard with the ladies, and yes, I have been married a couple of times, and yes, I have had numerous affairs, mainly with ladies much younger than me and often with work colleagues.
Can I help it if I have rugged good looks and ooze charm?
Can I be blamed if they throw themselves at me?
So my last episode finished with the rock chick bitch soundly beating my latest conquest, Toni, in the wrestling ring.
The Bitch is my bosses daughter and managed to get herself into a situation where she could blackmail me and Toni to do as she says or we lose our jobs.
Toni’s part was to face the bitch in the ring, that’s done and finished.
I work for ‘The Firm’ and I spend most of my time training new field operatives. Toni was my last trainee. Now her training has finished and she has been posted abroad. Damn shame she was a good looker and wow did she perform in bed! Well she performed pretty damn good on the kitchen table, the lounge carpet, the stairs and a few other places too I seem to remember.
So I have been alone for a couple of weeks, and no sign of the bitch.
I don’t have a trainee assigned to me at the moment so I’m spending time in the office ‘catching up’. It’s Friday afternoon, the office is empty, I’m bored and lounging back in my chair. My thoughts turn to that bitch Gemma, I just can’t get her out of my mind. I wonder why she hasn’t been near to collect my part of her scheming blackmail plan? I think.
I seem to spend a long time mulling over the possible answers to this conundrum but find no conclusion.
I loud bang on the door snaps me back to my senses and I look up in time to see someone entering my office.
My heart misses a beat and my cock immediately springs to attention.
Smart black high heeled shoes give way to toned legs encased in black stockings that disappear into a tight black knee length skirt. As my gaze moves up I see a white shirt that fits snuggly over a flat stomach and an incredible pair of breasts. The vision is completed by short black hair and a very cute face.
Fucking hell, it’s the bitch Gemma.
I can feel my jaw drop, I’ve never seen her dressed like this and she looks hot, very, very hot.
Smiling she says “Hi Duke are you pleased to see me?”
“Hi” I stammer “Errm, how did you get in here” And as I said it, I thought what a lame fucking thing to say Duke, her dad’s the boss.
“Been doing some work for the old man, thought I’d drop by and get you to honour your half of our agreement” she continued.
“Oh” is my feeble attempt at a reply
Just in case you are wondering, my half of the ‘agreement’ is to spend the night with this manipulating fucker. (For agreement read blackmail).
She steps forward and drops a note on my desk, “My address” she informs me “See you there tonight at about seven” she states before leaving.
I just sat there like some scolded child, but shit she looked hot, and my cock was definitely in love.
Unable to concentrate on work anymore I decided to call it a day and left the office. How can this bitch just walk in and expect me to do as she says? How does she know I’m not busy tonight? Who the fuck does she think she is?
Well she’s cocky, I’ve got nothing to do tonight and she’s the bosses daughter, so it looks like I’ll be doing just what she wants. I do want to keep my job.
At ten minutes past seven (I am late on purpose), I pull into the driveway of a Victorian double fronted house. It’s big. I guess it’s pretty expensive, and it appears to be where this bitch actually lives.
Just as I am about to ring the bell the door opens and there she is in a full length silk Chinese style gown.
“You’re late” she hisses as she strides off down the hallway.
I close the door and follow her. At the end of the hall we go through a door into a fairly new extension. At first it looks like a small gym but as I get in the room I can see it is much bigger and has a wrestling ring at the far end. Not a big one, it’s just off the ground with a canvas base and the corner posts set into the floor.
I stop dead in my tracks and look from her to the ring.
“I thought we could have some fun first” she smiles.
As usual around her I am a bit lost for words but manage a slight recovery with “I didn’t bring my kit”
By now she is in the ring, “It’s ok Duke” she says as she slips off the silk gown “You don’t need anything”
Oh shit, she is totally naked.
Ok she’s wearing a smile.
At 5’3’’ this girl is not my usual type, I usually go for taller and perhaps a little less ‘loud’.
This is different. Her perfectly toned body is in fantastic proportion. Well rounded pert breasts, flat firm stomach and the shapeliest legs I’ve ever seen. The short dark hair and cute face help the illusion of innocence. Then you start to see all those tattoos. On the tits, arms, leg and foot.
The whole site leaves me confused, innocence and danger all in one.
Then the stretching routine starts and I am mesmerised. Her body is very supple, she is quick and measured in her movements, and now I am taking time to study her I can see how she can do so much damage with such a small frame. Every part of her is toned, in tune and alert, this girl is a little fighting machine.
Without much thought I strip down to my boxers and do a bit of a warm up then climb into the ring. Gemma ambles over , all smiles and sweetness, really quite disarming.
Reaching out she grabs my boxers and slides them down to my ankles. For some reason I feel shy.
Slowly standing, this temptress, for that is what she is, allows her hand to brush against my cock. Whether it was the touch or the realisation of my situation I’m not sure, but the reaction was immediate. I’m sure you know what I mean.
Looking up into my face with a big smile on hers she said “Pain or pleasure Duke?”
The confusion must have shown on my face. Stroking my cock with her left hand she repeated “Pain or pleasure?” But before the words finished her right hand balled into a fist and a sharp jab was sent to my abs.
Oh please, not again.
The punch took me completely by surprise and the brief pain bent me forwards. Before I could recover a double handed chop hit the back of my neck and I was dropping to my knees. Just a little winded and dazed, I was formulating a plan of defence quickly in my mind but before it took shape a knee connected with the side of my head. Stars burst around me for a split second as I keeled over sideways, and before I could move independently, I found myself being rolled onto my back, and one ankle being raised. The bitch then started to twist my leg with tremendous force sending a pain shooting along my calf and into my thigh.
At the same time her right foot started to caress my cock.
Looking down at me her words took a second to sink in “Pain or pleasure Duke?”
As I start to sit up my words are something like “You fucking bitch” followed quickly by “AAARRRGGGGHHH” as my leg receives another twist.
I try grabbing the caressing foot only to get another violent twist to my leg which sends me flat to the canvas again.
Trying to think between the shots of pain as this viscous little cxnt tries to break my leg, I formulate a plan and lunge forward grabbing her standing leg and flip her over backwards.
Releasing my leg and emitting a surprised yelp she tumbles over.
I’m up quickly ignoring the pain in my leg, but well aware of my huge cock. I grab her by the hair and pull her up whilst slamming a forearm to the side of her head. Keeping hold of her I whip her across the ring, back first, into the corner post following in with a splash. All of my 245lbs hitting her small frame against the corner post.
Feeling her slump I take her arms and loop them over the top rope, then taking one leg at a time I hook her feet over the middle rope, causing her to almost do the splits, and revealing her pussy to the world.
I’m breathing heavy and my legs hurts, I take a few seconds to regain my composure, well she’s not exactly going anywhere.
Putting my left arm across her throat her head is now also pinned, I lean forward and brush my lips over her nipple. The immediate response I expected makes me smile. I run the back of my fingers along her thighs and hear a soft groan coming from her. Then I slam a fist quite hard into her abs.
Her eyes fly wide open but before she can say anything I chip in “Pain or pleasure you bitch” to which I receive a smile in return. Fuck she’s actually enjoying this.
I let her gasp a few lungs full of air then lean into her and lightly kiss her neck. I feel her stiffen with expectation as my mouth moves closer to hers, I tease her with my lips before letting my tongue loose in her mouth for it’s own wrestling match. All the time my hands are caressing her thighs and now I move closer to her crotch, my fingers teasing, I can feel her wetness and I can sense her desire.
Moving my body in closer I allow the tip of my cock to rub around her pussy as my mouth works south to take in one of her big firm nipples, gently my cock penetrates her, and she is warm, inviting and very moist.
I start a rhythmic movement and can feel her responding, I hook her arms around my neck and then her legs around my waist. She clings tight, drawing me in and for a moment I am lost in the pleasure.
Pulling her tight into a sort of bear hug I hear her gasp. I spin her round in a belly to belly suplex slamming her onto the canvas, whilst still inside her. My weight crushing her a startled look with wide open eyes as the pleasure and pain fight for supremacy. Her body arching with the pain then relaxing with the pleasure.
I work her beautiful upper body with soft kisses and the occasional bite, at the same time pushing my huge throbbing cock deep into the tight warmth of her pussy, hard and rough. This little fucking whore is responding and enjoying every second.
We are in total harmony, as one, moving, breathing, fighting.
I am ready to explode, I can feel her body stiffen in anticipation of what is about to happen, we work faster, harder, deeper until the fireworks burst in a million stars, my head spins and I empty myself inside her, over and over I jerk, feeling her body respond in spasms of ecstasy. It seems to last for hours, I am a spent force and roll to the side.
Laying on my back gasping for air, lost in the thoughts of the best sex I’ve had for…..well probably ever. I am totally drained. WOW.
I sense her breathing fast and deep and see her start to move. Before I know what’s going on she is behind me, uses my hair to pull me into a sitting position before fastening her arms around my throat in a sleeper, then wraps those lovely legs around my chest and squeezes.
Fuck. Where does this bitch get her strength from. What little air I had is quickly gone and the power of the sleeper stops it getting replaced. Her lips are by my ear whispering “Pain or pleasure Duke?” followed by a wicked laugh that stays with me while I black out with my last thought ‘Oh please, not again‘.
