Trophy Wife Craves His Twisted Domination

I loved giving head and long ago learned that I really got off the rougher it was. Deep throat was a favorite oral pleasure for me and I would often wind up with bruised lips for days.
The lingering feelings of being physically used and controlled for someone else’s pleasure always brought back intense flashes of previous sexual adventures.
Kneeling there on the beach before this arrogant man, I realized that I missed being a slut for other men. It was something I hadn’t enjoyed for many years and it stirred something dark in me. The desire to submit to his will, to do things that other people said were wrong.
Carl was pumping into my mouth at a furious pace now and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I tasted the cock cream of another man. A man that wasn’t my husband.
“Take it! Take it all!”
Was all the warning that Carl gave me.
Spurt after spurt of hot fluid invaded my mouth. Carl had pulled almost all the way out making me taste his seed as it erupted from his cock.
He pulled out aiming his cock still spewing out sperm until my face was covered with stings of sticky cum.
“You’re such a nasty slut,” Carl said, rubbing his cock cream all over my face.
“Clean it!”
I knew what he wanted and leaned forward taking has softening cock back in my mouth. I licked the remnants of cum savoring the taste of him moaning in desire while feeling it jerk around a few times until her was soft again.
I watched him put his cock away giggling with anticipation as he grabbed me around the waist and guided me back to the hotel.
“Strip!” Carl said without preamble as we entered the hotel room.
“Give me a show. I want to see those tits I’ve been playing with all night.” Carl said.
God, he was such an ass I thought, but it made me so hot when he bossed me around. Carl expected me to do whatever he said and I was thrilled to give him what he wanted.
There wasn’t much to strip, I was wearing a revealing cocktail style dress designed to show off my charms.
I was apprehensive at first, there was no music, but soon I found myself bouncing around lewdly before him as our mutual fever for sexual gratification grew.

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His Passion Overwhelmed Her

“Okay, I get it. You’re getting back at me for teasing you. You’re still a shit.”
I smiled. “You’re so cute when you pout.”
Vicky frowned. “I’m not supposed to be cute. I’m supposed to be scary and demanding.”
I laughed. “Well, I think it’s cute.”
Vicky stuck out her tongue at me.
“Damn, no man has ever teased me like that. No man should have that kind of control over a woman. You should be under my thumb another victim of pink power. But you’re not are you?” Vicky said.
“No. I’m not. I never will be Vicky,” I said. “Besides, I didn’t tease you. I prefer to say it was pleasure enhancement.”
Vicky laughed. “Ha! Pleasure enhancement. Jeez I can just see the conversations now. ‘Girlfriend you wouldn’t believe what he did, it was pleasure enhancement.’ What a load of crap!”
I wagged my eyebrows. “Here, Cherry brought us a snack. It looks like you could use some help for recuperation.”
Vicky smiled. “I think I could use some, I’m almost like an invalid, you brute.”
“Now what are you complaining about. I wasn’t violent with you,” I said.
“No, of course not. You just held me up against the wall, against my will, and teased my poor pussy until I lost my mind,” Vicky said.
“It looked like you enjoyed it,” I said.
“You made me beg, you bastard. I hate that,” Vicky said as she pouted again.
“Now you’re whining, that’s not attractive, but the pout is still cute,” I poked at her.
“You’re insufferable!” Vicky exclaimed shaking her head.
“I can’t believe that Cindy just threw you away like she has,” Vicky said.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU |

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Lust for powerful dominant men: The Vixen

Cindy woke up in her hotel room spooned against the hot body of Carl Covington. She was sore and bruised in places from him aggressively ravishing her for hours last night.
Cindy had always enjoyed flirting with men, especially bad boys that were like an octopus. She would always have to end up defending herself from their constant physical advances.
Instead of making her angry the attention of these aggressive men always excited her. She hadn’t been promiscuous in the past, she had been loyal to her husband Jeff up to a point. But she had also allowed bold men to touch her in inappropriate ways for a married woman.
She had known Carl for several months from social contacts at various charity functions and social business parties. As far as she knew Jeff had never met Carl before and wasn’t aware that they already knew each other before meeting at the bar last night.
She had been surprised to see him there, and flirting with other men while Jeff watched had always made her extremely horny. Last night she was having hot flashes while thinking of being naughty in front of Jeff.
At first it was just a fun game as usual, but Carl kept pushing and Jeff just watched without any real objection. As the evening wore on Carl was molesting her with an in your face attitude and she didn’t want to stop. The naughtiness of what they were doing while Jeff watched made her pussy so wet.
“Come on baby,” Carl said, “look at him. He wants you to get fucked by a real man. If he didn’t he would be raising hell like any normal man should.”
I giggled. “You’re so nasty!”
“Look at you, sitting here in front of your husband. On your anniversary vacation, acting like a slut, while he sits there watching. What a wimp!” Carl said.
“He’s not a wimp, Carl.” I said.
“Then why isn’t he stopping you? He wants to see me take you, ravish you, own you.” Carl said.
“Oh God!”
“We’re going to tell him that I’m going to dance with you. Then you’re going to tell him that I’m taking you to the beach. He can meet us back at the hotel room if he wants to watch you become my slut.”
What Carl said to me was outrageous and I should have been upset, but I realized that I wanted to be a slut for Carl. I wanted him to ravish me and make me do naughty things. I wanted to live out dark fantasies of submitting to this arrogant man.
The thought of him sexually dominating me overwhelmed my judgment with such uncontrolled lust, I found myself dripping with desire.
So that’s what led up to us walking off in the night down to the beach. Laughing at my husband’s reaction after I told him that I was going off to be with another man.
“Did you see the look on his face? It looked like you just kicked him in the balls,” Carl said.
I laughed with him then felt his fingers invading my pussy again while we walked.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat book 1) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LK0TTKG | Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22711110-the-vixen

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Lust for the sensual curves of a woman: The Vixen

“I thought you wanted to screw around?” I teased.
“You’re driving me insane damn it,” Vicky complained.
“What do you want? I thought you liked this,” I said.
“I do like it, but it’s not enough and you know it,” Vicky admitted.
At that moment I stabbed my tongue at her swollen clit.
“Ah!”
Vicky struggled futilely, trapped in my arms, while I continued to tease her.
“Please,” Vicky quietly whimpered.
“Please, what?” I said.
“Please, make me cum,” She begged.
That was all she had to do.
I rewarded Vicky by attacking the sensitive areas of her pussy that would drive her over the edge. That would make her experience the ‘little death’ that her body craved.
I began nibbling and sucking on the center area of her pussy. I did everything I could think off. I blew on it, bit down with my teeth, sucked her inner lips into my mouth and swabbed the delicate flesh with my tongue.
I attacked her clitoris in the same way. Going back and forth between the three sensitive spots of her pussy. Never using a pattern that she could get used to. More forceful, slower, painful, quick and fleeting.
I varied my oral attack on her pussy for several long minutes while Vicky cried out with orgasmic joy.
She went limp in my arms. Poor Vicky had passed out. Temporarily overwhelmed as her body shut down to recuperate from her lust that quenched it’s thirst from the passion of her pleasure.
Chuckling to myself I carried Vicky over to the couch and laid her down. I enjoyed the sight of her body as I sipped the magnificent Macallan scotch.
I was a little hungry so I punched the service button and asked for some light snacks for us.
I was surprised when Cherry showed up. She was the hostess that served us so well my first day on the Vixen.
She entered the room with an exquisite snack tray. It had several ounces of very thin pieces of smoked salmon, a 2oz tin of Golden Almas caviar, a dozen or so pieces of Blini and Creme Fraiche.
It was a tray of gourmet delight.
I smiled. “Thanks, Cherry.”
“Any time Mr Fields. It’s a pleasure to be of service,” She said.
“You are very gracious,” I said.
Cherry looked over at the couch that contained her sleeping beauty boss.
Cherry giggled. “It looks like you are also, Mr Fields.”
She disappeared before I could form a witty reply.
With a start Vicky snapped up off the couch, her eyes dilated. She groaned looking at me unfocused for a moment.
“You bastard!” Vicky grunted.
“What?”
“You know what! Damn, I feel, oh hell. I don’t know what I feel,” Vicky said.
“Satisfied? Sated? Heavenly Happy?” I pushed, grinning.
Vicky pouted. “None of the above. I don’t feel like any of those, you shit.”
I pouted. “I thought I was your boy scout. Your cute little boy toy.”

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The Vixen: Corporate War and Sex Scandals

This is great. I’ve already got enough material to make this a PR nightmare for Jeff Fields.
He and Jeff have known each other since they were young boys. Nick was a natural bully that enjoyed pushing people around and taking whatever he wanted from weak people.
He built his own empire by stepping on the backs of everyone he could. Breaking people was a thrill for him.
But Jeff Fields was a thorn in his side. He had never been able to break him. Jeff always stood up for himself and what he believed in. It didn’t matter to him if he lost a fight and got his ass beat. Jeff was tenacious and would always find a way to come out looking good.
Their rivalry was heated and long-standing. It had been going on for as long as each could remember.
Nick had stolen girlfriends from Jeff in the past and ruined relationships that he had at every opportunity.
But Cindy had been different. They had been married for 20 years and Nick had never succeeded in separating them or ruining their relationship.
Now though he had that opportunity and he was very happy to see that Carl Covington had uncovered a side of Cindy’s personality that Nick had never found.
She was submissive, even a masochist perhaps, hinted at from the reports from Carl and his investigators.
He can use this, given enough time and thought, to create a larger rift between Cindy and Jeff. Ultimately he wanted to hurt Jeff. He wanted to make him suffer. That’s just what floated his boat and breaking Jeff Fields was an objective that had always eluded Nick.
Nick reached over to his phone and buzzed his executive assistant.
“Simone, call Sherry and have her meet me at the country club for lunch.”
“Yes, Mr Gantry. Anything else I can do for you?” Simone asked.
“Yes, call the club, have them reserve a private table for two, and a private massage room,” I told Simone.
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s it, Simone.”
“I’ll handle it right away, Mr Gantry,” Simone said.
Chuckling to myself, Simone could handle anything I needed, anything at all. But today I wanted to use Sherry. She was the trophy wife of one of my business rivals, and my newest conquest.
We had very similar dominant personalities and she pursued me with a passion. I didn’t bother to pick up women, they pursued me. Married women, single women, young or old. It didn’t matter, I was rich and powerful, a bachelor by choice, and a target of many available beautiful women that would do anything to get my attention.
I first met Sherry at a charity fund raiser and she pursued me all night.
It was very amusing for me. She was with her husband and didn’t bother to hide her pursuit for my interests at all. In fact, she seemed to take pleasure in rubbing it in his face.
I was intrigued when she made her husband act like our servant. He fetched us drinks and snacks while his wife flirted with me.
We laughed at how pussy whipped he was and she told me that he worked as an executive in one of my competitor’s companies. She was a true trophy wife and only married him for his money. He was just another fool that fell in love with her and she got off dominating him and making his life miserable.
I was interested in her black widow personality and decided that a relationship with her would be entertaining.
That night when we met, I took her to a hotel and she made her husband follow us to give her a ride home.
We laughed and had a great time making fun of her husband while he waited for two hours until I finished using his wife for my sexual pleasure.

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business rivals battle with sex, deceit, and twisted passion: The Vixen

“There’s bad news, and bad news. There are pictures,” Ed started.
“I’m aware of that,” my anger over this situation was rising.
“Yes, well according to the techs on the crisis team, you’ve only actually seen one of them. Several have been sent to your phone, but you haven’t viewed the rest of them,” Ed continued.
“That’s right,” I said.
“Okay. The techs are forensically tracking everything. We know the details from Cindy’s phone, which was used as the originating hardware, how many, and what the images are. No video, that we know of.” Ed said.
“Okay.”
“The forensic tracking led to Carl Covington’s phone. He’s the, uh, perpetrator …”
“The guy that screwed my wife,” I interrupted Ed, “I only knew his name was Carl.”
“Yeah, uh, look there’s no easy way to say this Jeff. Carl Covington is a nobody, essentially he was just a honey trap, from the information we’ve collected,” Ed said.
“Okay. I really don’t need play by play details right now. Just sketch out the important stuff,” I said.
Ed looked like he was struggling to move forward. He was very apprehensive about telling me something. I glanced down at Tabs icon and she was staring down at her desk.
“Spit it out, Ed don’t sugar coat this shit for me,” I demanded, already tired of this conversation.
Ed looked ashen as he continued.
“We have indications that Nick is involved,” Ed stated warily.
“Nick who?” I boomed. “If the next word out of your mouth is Gantry, you’re all fired!”
The depth of my rage was palpable. Both in the spa and over the phone, my wrath was felt as it escaped the tight control over my emotions like an arrowhead piercing ancient armor.
My eyes dared anyone to say anything and my glare was met with meek expressions of resignation.
The silence was deafening.
It contained the answer that I didn’t want to hear.
Ed started to speak and I glared at him.
“Don’t even think about telling me to calm down!” I said.
“How the hell did this happen!” I demanded.
“How did my wife, my wife,” I screamed in frustration, “become a target of destruction!”
Zoey and Nomi both boldly approached me from either side and dropped down into the hot tub. They leaned against me in mutual support to calm my rage. I allowed them to try to work their magic because I realized that Vicky was right. They were, after all, her tools and have already proved to be invaluable to my emotional health since I met them.
Yes, I knew Vicky that well. Nothing had been said, no sly motions or looks had passed between anyone. But I knew, as sure as I was breathing, that Vicky had manipulated me since I boarded the Vixen.
We had not had an in depth talk of details or over emotionally sharing about the events that led me to the Vixen in the first place. Neither Vicky or I needed to do that. We have a strong bond of shared history between us; to a degree that much of our communication with each other occurred subconsciously. I can’t explain it, that’s just the way it is.

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Hot Wife Dominated by Alpha Lover

Terry’s eyes twinkled, “That’s unfortunate, Sir. Can I do anything to help?”
“Yes, you can. I want you to spank her for me,” I said.
Terry grinned. “Oh, yes Sir. It would be my pleasure.”
I laughed. “I thought it would.”
Terry asked. “How many, Sir?”
“I think twenty should be enough,” I said. “No light patty cakes either. I want you to blister her butt good.”
“Yes Sir!” Terry exclaimed getting into the spirit.
“You turd!” Sherry shouted. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t hand me over to this servant like that.”
“Go home then,” I dead panned. “Run off to your sweet little husband and whine about how the bad man treated you.”
We all knew that she wouldn’t do that. It was just an act of defiance. She would do whatever I told her to do, and we all knew it.
I laughed at Sherry’s expression of the defiant spoiled bitch.
I smiled. “You’re just giving Terry more motivation to really blister your butt.”
Sherry looked apprehensively at our waitress.
“I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished,” Sherry admitted to Terry.
“So what? What does that mean to me?” Terry said.
“Please, Miss,” Sherry begged. “Please spank me for not completing my task.”
“What task was that?” Terry teased.

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Naughty girl threatened with spanking

“So what do you want to do today? Vicky said that anything you want to do aboard the Vixen is available for you whenever you want. Just let Cherry know and she’ll take care of it.”
“Okay. You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?” Amy replied coyly.
“Where’s my phone?” I said tersely.
“We turned it off last night in the Blue Bar, I don’t even know if I can find it.”
Biting her lower lip Amy turned away from me and grabbed a danish.
“Here it’s blueberry!” She enthused.
I opened my mouth to say something else and Amy just stuffed half the danish pastry in.
“Yum! Yum!” She giggled at my consternation.
Why do I even bother? I can never remain upset or win an argument with any of my close staff because they were all head-strong independent women that didn’t take any crap.
They all manipulated my emotional stability like a mother does a young child and I found it reassuring and comforting that they were all doing it because they genuinely cared about me.
Sigh
“All right. All right,” finally clearing the mash of danish out of my mouth.
“I get it. I’m still officially on vacation, so I’ll give you exactly 5 minutes to get my phone back in my hand before I turn you over my knee.”
Pouting at me Amy used her speed dial.
“He said he’s going to beat me. Can you believe it?” Amy whined into the phone.
Amy frowned. “It’s not funny damn it!”
“Get your butt down here before he paddles me for real!” Amy said.
I could hear the familiar laughter rolling out of Amy’s phone before she ended the call.
“Vicky’s not to old to go over my knee either, you know,” I said.
Amy just gave me one of those brat cartoon type faces that she makes. She was convinced that I wouldn’t spank her, but she was apprehensive enough about it to move further away from me.

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Serve your drinks with style – use your booty

Gina giggled. “Husk of lust filled desire, huh? Maybe we should paint your body with liquid latex and peel your ‘husk of desire’ off so you can set it beside your mirror, or something.”
Gina laughed and wagged her eyebrows at me.
I pouted. “That’s not funny!”
Gina was barely able to breath, she was laughing so hard.
“I think it’s hilarious. Put your ‘husk of desire’ on display.”
“You are so freaking twisted sometimes.”
“Okay! Okay! Get back to stud man. I want to hear about you being his slut. You’ve never said anything about having a ‘husk of desire’ with Jeff,” Gina said.
I scowled at Gina, taking a sip of my favorite after dinner drink, a Slippery Nipple. It was a specialty drink that a bartender made for me once when I was in Philadelphia. The drink is Kahlua and Sambuca with a float of Bailey’s Irish Cream on top.
The bartender told me how to remember the ingredients for a Slippery Nipple so I could tell anyone anywhere else how to make it.
The bartender said, “You get a ‘Slippery Nipple’ because you kiss it (Kahlua), suck it (Sambuca) and bite it (Bailey’s Irish Cream).”
I’ve never forgotten the ingredients list since he told me that.
Gina was drinking her favorite after dinner cocktail, which was a Rusty Nail, most bartenders won’t need to look it up. It’s Scotch and Drambuie, and it’s a very popular drink.
“Okay, where was I?” I asked Gina.
“You were telling me about your daydreaming when you remembered how Carl dominated you the night before,” Gina said.
“Yeah, okay.”
“You were at the point where he pulled you up by your hair like a caveman while you ‘basked in the afterglow of your mutual pleasure’,” Gina air quoted with her fingers, “and you zonked out on the couch.”
Gina glowed as she recounted what I had told her about Carl’s ravishment of me so far.

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Sensual Teasing is Exciting

I picked her up and moved over to the wall. My hands dropped down to her waist and I suddenly pulled her up until my face was buried between her legs.
“Oh!” Vicky cried out in surprise.
She wasn’t wearing any panties so my tongue had free reign of her exposed treasure.
She was already wet with desire and I slowly teased her running my tongue along her inner thighs collecting her sweet essence.
I took my time and savored her feminine flavor while I held her trapped against the wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and her legs dangled helplessly in the air while I held her tight to my face with my hands cradling her butt.
“Oh! Mm, that feels wonderful,” Vicky groaned.
I continued playing with her, teasing her. My tongue would approach her pussy and dart away at the last moment.
I already knew her special erogenous zones from playing the Jiggle Factor game with the women in the pool area the other day. I knew that it really got her off to nibble and chew on the center of her inner pussy lips while sucking and licking them.
It drove her absolutely nuts and I wasn’t going to do it unless she begged for it.
Vicky knew that I had that secret knowledge. That I knew what made her pop, like a champagne cork. She kept trying to maneuver her sensitive target areas to my tongue, but I was in control. She just had to take what I gave her.
“Ah! You shit! Stop teasing me!” Vicky demanded.

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Her hips thrusting, trying to find my elusive tongue, as I played with her body. Amusing myself with her growing desire and frustration.
I was being a little shit, all the talk and teasing earlier about me being such a boy scout. Well, this was my payback. I wanted to see how long I could enjoy the delicious vintage of her desire and how crazy it would make her.
I could feel her level of sexual tension when her legs began to twitch with little spasms. Her body was craving the touch that didn’t come. It wanted the release that it couldn’t attain.
“Ah! Damn it! I’ve never had anyone tease me like this!” Vicky complained.
My head was concealed under her skirt, so Vicky couldn’t see the big grin on my face.
The more she struggled, the more I grinned at her frustration of denial. I was grinning so hard that my cheeks actually hurt.
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” I asked innocently.
“Yes! What? No!” Vicky panted.
I laughed. “Which is it?”
“You bastard! You know what’s wrong. Get me off! Stop screwing around,” Vicky demanded.

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