Mafia Desire (Erotica)

When it came to dessert, George said he was full, but sitting on his lap, I shared a cup of pudding with him, making sure to smear whip cream not only on my lips, but his as I fed it to him.

His cock was rock hard against my ass and I made sure to wiggle in his lap. When the pudding was gone we shared a long deep whip cream and tongue filled kiss. To my delight George asked if we were heading upstairs.

I made a comment that it was only eight o clock and kind of early to go to sleep. George gave the perfect response of going to bed did not equal going to sleep. I took his hand and could feel my pussy gushing as I led him up the stairs and into my bedroom.

George quickly stripped down to his boxers and sitting on the bed I stared hungrily at him. George coached the college track team and had been a runner himself for years. His body was lean and still pretty tight for his age. The best part was the large bulge in his underwear that I knew was all for me.

As he sat on the bed, I stood and removed my robe. I made a show of folding it and turned around to put it on the chair and let him check out my ass. When I got on the bed, George reached for me, but I told him I had bought something fun to watch first.

He smiled and as we sat propped up against the pillows with his hand lightly caressing my thigh I turned the TV on. My heart was already pounding and my pussy dripping as the screen filled with the first image from the movie.

It started hot right out of the gate with a slender brunette on her knees on the bed with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound. She was staring wide eyed at the camera with her full lips trembling. That’s when things went bad.

“What the hell is this?” George asked.

“Just watch.” I whispered and grabbing his cock through his boxers started stroking it.

George released a soft moan and I felt his body relax. On the TV a man entered the room. He was dressed only in his underwear and as soon as he reached the bed, he pulled them down to expose his huge hard cock.

“You ready to be a good girl?” he asked.

“Please.” The girl shook her head, “Please, sir I… I don’t do those things!”

“You will.” He said and grabbing the back of her head, pushed her face towards his cock.

She whimpered convincingly, but wouldn’t open her mouth. The man began whacking his cock against her face and pushing the dripping head against her lips as she whimpered and struggled against her bonds.

“Anna.” George said, “This is sick! He’s going to rape this girl!”

“No, it’s all fun, watch.”

The words had come out in a breathy whisper and grabbing his hand I placed it over my right breast so he could feel my hard nipple. The girl opened her mouth and the guy began slowly pumping his cock into it.

Reaching behind her he shoved his fingers into her helpless pussy and started rubbing her clit. She started whimpering around his cock, but her hips were moving back into his hand.

“See? She’s loving it, the little slut.” I told him.

“Little slut?” George turned to look at me.

“Yes, she’s a little slut.” I told him as I squeezed his cock. “A bad little girl trying to pretend she doesn’t want to be dirty, but he knows she does and he’s going to make her admit it!”

George was staring at me with an unhappy look on his face, but I was too caught up, to notice.

“He’s going to keep her tied up and have his way with her, but he’s going to make her cum because he knows she’s a dirty little whore and she wants it!”

“You… you like this?”

“I love it!” I purred in his ear, “I want to be your dirty girl, George! I want to be your nasty little bad girl! But I want to play good girl and have you make me bad!”

“Make you?”

“Yes,” I moaned as on the screen the man had gotten behind the girl and was now teasing the head of his cock around her pussy as she begged him not to fuck her. “I want you to make me love everything you do to me!”

There was a loud squeal from the movie when the guy slammed his cock into her and was not only fucking her hard and fast, but had shoved a finger into her ass.

“Oh, its so big!” she cried out, “Please go easy, oh please not so hard!”

“Just take it you slut, you know you want it.” He slapped her ass and at the sound of her yelp I felt my pussy start to drip.

“Anna this is…”

George trailed off when sitting up; I reached under the pillow and pulled out the strap that was tied to the middle rung of the metal head board.

“I want you to tie me down and take me George!” I moaned, “I want you to make me helpless for you to have your way with me!”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Anna!”

“I want you to tease me and make me beg for you! Make me beg to cum, make me beg for your nice hard dick!”

Holding the strap out to him, I whispered, “Please sir? Please make your good girl bad.”

George pulled away, recoiling from me as if I’d tried to hand him a snake.

“Anna what the hell is the matter with you?”

“Nothing.” I looked at the strap. “I just want to have some fun.”

“Rape fantasies are fun?”

“It’s not rape! Look!” I pointed at the movie where the guy now had the girl on her back with her legs pushed up while he was licking her pussy.

She was squirming and moaning in delight and at that moment I would have given anything to be her.

“Anna this is sick!” he snapped and grabbing the remote shut the movie off.

“Hey!”

“I will not watch a woman be assaulted and I certainly won’t do it to you.”

“But I want you to!” I was practically whining “Come on George, don’t be a prude, let’s have some fun!”

“Prude?” his eyes widened. “I’m a prude because I don’t want to rape you?”

“Can’t rape the willing!” I forced a nervous laugh.

“Anna how old are you?”

“What does that matter?”

“This shit is for kids who’ll try anything, we’re an older couple! We don’t need to…”

“There’s an age limit on fun?” I was starting to get aggravated now.”There’s something wrong with me because I want more than two licks of my clit and five minutes of missionary?”

George’s eyes widened and his face started to turn red. “Well excuse me if I was taught to be respectful and loving, not a fucking animal.”

“Women like being fucked like animals sometimes!” I told him. “I love when you’re sweet George, but I want to have some real fun!”

“Real fun.” He got up off the bed. “I see. Well I’m sorry I’m not fun.”

“Okay, George.” I put my hands out, “That didn’t come out right, let’s talk.”

“Nothing to talk about.” He grabbed his pants and began putting them on. “You want to be treated like a slut and that’s not what I do.”

“Why not? George it can be fun!”

“You want to be treated like a porn star Anna, go pick up some punk at a bar and let him treat you like a whore.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Sorry, Anna. I think you’re a beautiful woman, but thought you were a woman, not a pig.”

“Pig?” My temper flared, “How fucking dare you call me a pig! There are plenty of men who would love a lady in the office and a freak in bed”

“Well a real man prefers a lady in both.” He declared pulling his shirt over his head.

“No, a real man can satisfy his woman, whatever it takes” I replied getting up and slipping my robe back on.

“The go find yourself a real man then.” Slipping his shoes on, he pointed at me. “And go get some help Anna, sick fantasies like that can get you in trouble.”

Turning he headed for the bedroom door.

“So you’re leaving? I’m not worth you trying anything different?”

“You’re not worth me acting like a teenager in heat who thinks getting laid is the be all end all. I’m looking for good woman, not a sex crazed whore.”

“Fuck you!” I yelled, “Good luck finding a woman happy with your boring ass!”

George waved his hand disgustedly at me and walked out of the bedroom. I walked out to see him walk down the stairs and a minute later heard the front door slam.

When I heard his car pull out of the drive way I’d sat down on the bed, hugged the pillow and cried like a teenager. With a ragged sigh, I tossed the pillow behind me and leaned over to take off the red fuck me pumps I was still wearing.

I jumped at a knock on the door. Had George come back?

“Hey, Mom?” Alan called through the door, “You still up?”

“Come in.” I called out.

As the door opened, I made sure I tied my robe tightly around me. I still had to deal with what happened earlier and did not want to feed any kind of fire. For him or me. Maybe George was right and I was getting out of control with my fantasies. Alan entered the room dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans and asked, “You okay, mom?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well when I came home I saw George had left and you said he was spending the night.” He came closer and frowned. “You’re make up is running, you’ve been crying.”

“We… we had a fight and he left.”

“He made you cry?” Alan clenched his fists, “What did that asshole say to you?”

“Its okay honey. It happens when people break up.”

“Break up?” he seemed to relax. “So… no more George.”

“I don’t think so honey.” I sighed.

“Hey, mom he wasn’t all that, you can do better.”

“I guess.” As Alan stood there probably unsure of what to say, I thought about the guy at Exotica, I thought I had kept the card. “Maybe the next guy will be more… understanding.”

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Alan said.

“Where are you…?” I stopped when turning, he quickly left the room.