"Where are you going?" There was a bar directly across the street with a line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer was already checking us out and talking into a walkie-talkie."I need to make a quick stop," said Roy turning down a small Manhattan Beach street. We had just finished a lovely dinner at a restaurant on the wharf and were heading back towards home.
"OK," I said looking out my window at the lights. It always looked like Christmas in downtown Manhattan Beach at night with the white lights decorating the trees. It gave the city such a festive look. He pulled the Mercedes 350SL into a no parking zone and looked around for any signs of police.
"I'm just going to run into a store around the corner," he said. "I'll leave the keys in case you have to move the car."
"Where are you going?" There was a bar directly across the street with a line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer was already checking us out and talking into a walkie-talkie.
"I need to pick up a couple of cigars from the smoke shop." He winked at me and I cracked a smile.
"Hurry back," I whispered, returning his wink. Roy had mentioned a particular fantasy of his, which involved smoking a fine Cuban cigar while having me 'service' him as he put it.
He got out of the car and did his basketball-loping jog down the street, his suit coat flapping behind him. With his long legs, he cleared the corner quickly. I watched the crowd across the street while I waited and thought about what might be in store. We had talked about going out later and meeting some friends, and I was almost disappointed that Roy had something else in mind. But I chuckled at his playfulness as I readjusted my short skirt.
Taxis came and went, dropping off more patrons and frowning at me as they double parked to unload their passengers. Just as the bouncer started to walk across the street towards our car, Roy came jogging back around the corner and yelled something to him. He waved and returned to his spot at the bar door.
"I told him we were leaving," said Roy getting back into the car. He started the engine and pulled out of the spot.
"Did you get your cigars?" I asked. He wasn't carrying a sack of any kind and I wondered if perhaps the store was closed. He patted his suit coat above his breast pocket and winked at me.
Neither of us spoke the rest of the way home, which was fortunately a short distance. He was probably thinking about what he wanted to happen and I was definitely guessing what it was. When we walked into the house, he dropped his keys on the table and pulled me into his arms.
A slow kiss brought me up on my tiptoes as he grabbed my ass and squeezed me tight. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me... taunting me... warning me... promising more.
"I want you to go put on something naughty," he said releasing me.
"How naughty?" I asked turning to go upstairs to change.
"As naughty as you wanna be," he said spanking me once on the ass.
I climbed the stairs wondering what he had in store and decided to give him the naughty girl he wanted. I quickly changed out of my suit and into a black corset, black garter stockings, and black, spiked heels. By the time I came back downstairs, he was standing in front of the VCR and popping in a tape.
"Are we going to be watching a movie?" I asked seductively.
Roy looked at me and smiled. He came over and pulled me into his arms and kissed me, letting his hands explore the corset and stockings. His cock pressed with more eagerness to escape his trousers.
"Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he moaned.
"I am for you," I whispered into his kiss. He sighed deeply, just enough to let me know that he was pleased with his prize for the evening, and squeezed me tight.
"I want you to sit there," he said pointing to a straight back chair to the side of the couch. I moved in that direction as he took off his suit coat and walked into the kitchen. He snipped the tip off the cigar and returned with it and a lighter and sat down on the couch across from me. Picking up the remote, he turned on the VCR and the television screen was filled with the image of a woman sucking a man's cock.
"Spread your legs for me," said Roy putting the cigar to his mouth and lighting it. I wrapped one leg over the arm of the chair, giving him a complete view of my shaved pussy as I watched the screen.
The smell of the cigar was strong and yet sensuous. I had forgotten what a masculine smell it had. The smell of power. I liked the way he looked sitting there. Handsome. Confident. Strong. He made a few smoke rings as he switched between watching the movie and me.
"Play with yourself," he said blowing a smoke ring in my direction. "Show me that wet pussy of yours." I gave a mischievous smile and dipped my finger into the silky wetness. He watched as I rubbed my clit and then dipped my fingers again. I brought them up to my mouth and sucked on them seductively as we stared at each other.
The moans from the video echoed my desires. Only they were fucking now and we were still several feet apart. Roy reached down with one hand and unbuckled his belt. I watched his large hand disappear into his unzipped trousers and pull out his hard cock.
"I think I need you to come over here and suck this for me." He waved it slightly in my direction as if to tease me.
"And if I don't?" Perhaps the overwhelming strength of his pose inspired a rebellious urge on my part. I wanted to struggle against that strength and be overpowered by it.
"Do you really want to find out?" His gaze gave me no hint of his intention. No smile. No anger. But his cock remained stiff in his hand as he took a slow drag of the cigar and then tapped the ashes into the ashtray.
I rose from my chair and walked toward him, stopping in front of him waiting for an indication to kneel in front of him or sit at his side. He released his cock and reached out and stroked the wetness of my slit. Lifting my right leg, I half straddled him when I placed my heel on the couch next to him.
"You're such a naughty girl," he whispered pushing his fingers up inside my pussy. "A hot naughty girl." His finger fucking only lasted a minute before he withdrew his sopping fingers and stuck them in my mouth. I licked and sucked them diligently, noticing his cock bob against his shorts. In one swift movement, he grabbed my hair at the nape and pulled me down on the couch.
"I thought I asked you to suck my cock," he said pushing my head toward his trousers. Lost in the folds of his clothing, I smiled and took his throbbing cock into my mouth. It was rock hard, with precum wetting his trousers. He pushed up with hips to make me take it all.
"Oh yeah," he moaned as I began a steady rhythm. "Suck it." He dropped the cigar into the ashtray and grabbed my head with his free hand. I began to moan as the intensity rose, and he tightened his grip on my hair.
"I could just come in that pretty little mouth of yours," he grunted thrusting his hips up with the rhythm. "But then I wouldn't get to beat you up with this thing, which is what I intend to do."
He pulled my mouth away from his cock and told me to get up. I sat up and adjusted my clothing while he stood and slipped off his trousers and shorts. He reached out for my hand and pulled me up from the couch, leading me over the fireplace.
"Put your hands on the mantel," he said standing behind me. I did as he requested, bending over slightly to adjust to the position. He stroked my ass and then rubbed his cock over my wet pussy. I was so turned on that I could feel the puddle.
"Nice and wet, Baby," he moaned. "Just like I love it." He pushed his cock up inside and I stood on tiptoe to adjust to the angle.
"Oh, Roy!" I moaned pushing back against him. "That feels so good." I gripped the mantel tighter for support.
"Mmmm," he groaned pumping me. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes!"
"Then why were you being so defiant before? Hmmm?" He slapped my ass cheek with his last comment to make a point.
"Maybe for more of that," I teased.
"Oh?" He slapped my other cheek, just a tad bit harder. "Like that?"
"Ooooh," I panted as his thrusting got harder. "Easy..."
"Easy?" He reached up and grabbed my hair at the nape and pulled my head back. "No, I think naughty girls like it rough. Don't you?"
"No," I whimpered in mock distress. He knew that I liked to play rough and would use our code word if I wanted him to stop. I attempted to move away from him and he grabbed my hips tighter.
"Where are you going?" he laughed. "I'm not through with this pussy." He pulled me to a standing position, but kept himself buried inside. Pinching my nipples, his kissed and bit at the back of my neck.
"You know what you do to me, don't you?" My nipples were hard and sensitive as he rubbed them between his fingers.
"What?"
He pushed me toward the couch until I was laying face down across the cushions. With one hand still holding my hair at the nape and the other spreading my legs, he rammed his hard cock back inside of me.
"This is what you do to me," he growled.
I was screaming with delight as he fucked me hard, begging for more with each thrust. I was so close to coming that I hoped he could hold on.
"Bite me!" I whimpered. "Bite my neck."
He bit down hard and growled, and I started to come, screaming with desire. Gripping the cushions and raising my ass to his thrusts. Growling, biting, and pulling my hair he lost himself in my pussy and came with a force of strength and surrender.
"Look what you've done to me," he said panting into the back of my neck. His cock twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "You've turned me into an animal, growling and biting your neck as I fuck you."
"I know," I said still gasping for air. "And you had looked so civilized with that cigar." We both chuckled and then cooed as we moved to our sides on the couch and snuggled. The movie was still going, but I had lost track of the characters or any sense of a plot.
"I think we had more fun that they did," I said nodding at the television.
"I know I did," said Roy clicking it off with the remote.
"You should have video taped us," I joked.
"Hmm... not a bad idea," said Roy.
"What would the title be?" I laughed.
"Caged Rage," answered Roy, pulling me close to him.