Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy

  With one hand, he fisted her hair so tight that her scalp stung while the other hand captured her jaw. Kurt's lips pressed against hers passionately then, his tongue diving inside her with a long, open mouthed kiss. It was a compelling, soulful melding of their mouths, joining them together.

  Carmen had never known such intimacy.

  Kurt knew her. He understood her. And somehow, she knew him, too.

  He pulled back, his face bright with awe. "I have never seen anything more beautiful, Carmen, than your gift of submission," he said. Kurt's eyes glowed and Carmen could see she had moved him. "Thank you, sweetheart."

  He took her hands, and pulled them away from her legs because she had still been holding them at the back of the knees as instructed. Her little feminine hands were dwarfed by his big male one. Kurt gave a kiss to each small palm.

  "Does your clit still hurt?" he asked.

  "I think 'hurt' is an understatement," she said sardonically. "Its throbbing and burning like the very fires of hell."

  Kurt laughed at her discomfort and it was so carefree that Carmen found herself laughing, too. "It won’t hurt for long," he assured her. "In fact you're going to really get off this time."

  "I didn’t get off before?"

  He gave her a sly smile. "Not like this," he said. "I'm going to screw you hard and fast now, just like a completely out of control crazy man. Remember what I told you before? That I planned to watch you play with yourself while I fuck you up the ass?"

  Carmen grinned. "I remember."

  "Good," he said. "Use one hand to masturbate and one to play with your tits. Pull and tug on your nipples, all right?"

  "As you command, my liege," she replied.

  Kurt smiled his charming boyish grin, and his damn dimples flashed at her. "My liege, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "I like that."

  My beautiful Thor, she thought, filled with overwhelming pleasure. I made him happy.

  Kurt quickly used the lube on his straining erection, and then inserted the nozzle and squirted a generous amount of lube inside her. He cupped her sex and a flood of her honey gushed and bathed his hand.

  "Damn, girl," he said. "Your cunt is dripping for me. It's wet if I hurt you and wet if I caress you. Soft or savage, you love my attention, don't you?"

  "I do," she admitted. "I remember what you said the first time we met."

  "Oh yeah?"

  "You said and I quote: "Carmen, we are completely sexually compatible. This is the real deal." I've never forgotten." She raised one eyebrow. "I think you were on to something then, Kurt."

  His lust-filled eyes softened. "I know I was on to something," he said, moving back between her legs and softly caressing her reddened cunt and buttocks.

  "Wow," he said. "You should see what I'm seeing. You're bright red everywhere, swollen and throbbing. Your soft skin is burning hot, just the way I like it. If we were at my place I'd have a vibrator up your cunt, while I took your ass and watched you play with yourself. I wonder how that astonishing orgasm control of yours would work for you then?"

  Carmen laughed. "The mind boggles."

  He grinned. "Oh more than your mind would boggle, sweetheart. Maybe next time. Now pay attention, my sweet little sub. I'm going to explode if I have to wait much longer. You get to work on that clit and make yourself ready to come when I say. When you climax, you're going to squeeze that tight ass of yours hard on my cock, right?

  "Right," she said. Tentatively she touched herself with a soft stroke. Her clit quivered, it was well beyond any normal sensitivity. After those harsh slaps, it didn’t take much to cause sensation to shoot like a sharp arrow right to her womb.

  Kurt notched his cock in the entrance of her anal passage. The two pillows under her butt made her back arch while her thighs were spread wide.

  "Now open up for me, sweetheart," he ordered. "And prepare yourself. I'm going to give it to you hard and fast and deep."

  Carmen was breathless and dizzy with desire.

  Kurt had already guided his cock, notching it just inside. Carmen knew he was going to be careful. It was just the kind of man he was. Standing on the floor between her legs, Kurt held her legs behind the knees, keeping her spread wide to allow full access. Gently pushing, he worked himself into her. Then he thrust deeper, letting his weight fall forward so the head of his cock breached her muscular ring.

  Carmen moaned.

  "Oh yeah, sweetheart," he said. "Christ you're going to make me come so hard."

  "Yes," she said. Carmen's fingers played with her slick nub, flicking it faster.

  "That's right," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Let me see you work that sweet cunt and clit. Fuck that is so damn hot."

  Kurt moved in further, more and more until he was all the way in, his heavy balls resting flush against her skin. He was thicker than anyone who had had her there before. The size of him made her back passage sting, yet her buttocks and pussy stung already.

  Once he was all the way in, he moved back out, in then out in a steady, erotic rhythm. It felt divine.

  What had he said earlier? Once I have that ass of yours burning on the outside from my hand, then I'm going to make it burn on the inside with my cock. Would you like to take it up the ass, Carmen?"

  She whimpered from the memory, and the sensations.

  As he worked her, Carmen began to make unceasing noises, keening sobs of pleasure. "Ah, ah, ah, oh!" she wailed and shrieked, bucking and squirming beneath his demanding body. She was crying now, her tears coursing down her cheeks, yet she only felt sensual pleasure and euphoric joy.

  There were too many sensations, frying the synapses in her brain with astonishing input: The feel of his cock deep inside of her, making her anal passage burn. The heat from her bruised backside and cunt, swollen and beaten, tingling and stimulated past the point of pain and into erotic pleasure. The intense lustful look on Kurt's face, harsh and forceful with hunger and need – desire for her. The knowledge that she was giving him pleasure. Her fingers working her clit, and nipples.

  Too much! She thought. Too much!

  Kurt had trained her to meet his eyes, and it came naturally now. Carmen couldn’t believe the intensity in his expression as he panted and sweated, ferociously thrusting hard and fast. Each time he shoved himself in to the hilt, his breath gusted in a primal grunt of male satisfaction.

  Jesus, the man was going to kill her with pleasure. A pre-orgasmic pulse rolled through her pussy and her buttocks clenched and unclenched. Her anal passage tightened around his shaft.

  Kurt's eyes widened. "Yes," he said. "Fuck yes, that's what I want. Clench that sweet ass on me now. Let me feel that again."

  Carmen thought she might lose her mind from the sensations she had to endure without climaxing, but this was a distraction she could work with. Concentrating, she began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release.

  "Fuck!" Kurt shouted. "You beautiful, perfect little slut. Damn, Carmen, you are the best fuck I have ever had, I swear to God."

  Carmen could only continue to moan and keen in mindless ecstasy. "Please, Kurt," she sobbed. "Oh please, please, I need to come, please let me come."

  Breathing raggedly with effort, Kurt continued vigorously pounding her ass, his hands gripping her thighs like bands of steel. Kurt had warned her that he didn’t plan to hold back, and holy shit, the man wasn't joking.

  "I'm not going to last, Carmen," he growled. "You are too damn hot. You feel so warm and snug, so fucking good. I want to empty my balls inside you. Do you want it, sweetheart? Do you want me to shoot my hot thick cum deep inside your sweet, tight ass?"

  "Oh, God, yes!" she shrieked.

  "You are so good. Come for me, Carmen," he choked out in a low tone of command. "I want to feel it. Squeeze my dick with that sweet, sweet ass."

  A raw moan tore from her throat and with a shriek, Carmen came violently.

  Her blood drummed in her ears and a rush of sensation boiled up from inside. It was more than a clitoral orgasm, more th
an a vaginal orgasm. The anal play had compounded her pleasure, but so had the pain.

  It was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that Kurt was climaxing, too. He shouted "Yes" as he vigorously slammed into her, making her entire body jerk. The feel of his throbbing cock spurting hot semen inside made her orgasm flare to life again.

  Utterly transported, Carmen was blown away into a world of euphoric bliss.

  Kurt had been right.

  That orgasm had been the most intense of all.

  At one point Carmen honestly thought she might die, killed by pleasure. If she had perished from such exquisite ecstasy, she felt it would have been worth it.

  24. Secrets

  Standing at the bedside phone, his cock still semi-erect, Kurt called room service.

  Kurt had cooled her sore ass and cunt with wet wash cloths, and given her a massage on her thighs, forearms, wrists and hands. It was 'after care' he told her, and if he had been smart he would have brought some anti-bruising ointment. Carmen had read about after care of course, she had simply not experienced it.

  With the time, attention and consideration Kurt took with her, Carmen had never felt so special.

  Kurt ordered a ridiculous meal, a variety of pretty-well everything on the menu as far as she could tell. When he saw her expression he said, "What? C'mon, I'm really hungry."

  "I think you ordered enough for three people," she said.

  "I feel like I can eat enough for ten," he said, and climbed back on the bed with her. "And you are going to eat, too, sweetheart. You have to keep up your strength because you have a really long night ahead of you."

  Carmen giggled. Kurt pulled her into his arms in a cuddle, with her back to his front. He began softly stroking and tracing her skin, not with sexual intent, but just because he could, perhaps. Or because he enjoyed touching her. The man's devil-blessed fingers felt divine.

  "So why law?" he asked. "You could have done anything with those grades."

  "Oh, well," she said. "You know prestige was a large part of my choice. It reminds me of that card someone might send to new parent. On the front it says, "Congratulations!" and then inside it says, "Is it a doctor or a lawyer?"

  Kurt laughed.

  "The doctor thing was out because I just can’t stand the sight of blood," she confided. "It seriously makes me want to puke. Also my mother wanted me to do law. That way I could help my criminal brother out of all his millions of clashes with the cops. I was totally over my brother by the time I was choosing my degree, let me tell you. But I decided on law mainly because I thought that maybe I could help other children in similar circumstances like mine. I would still like to do that."

  "It is a good idea," Kurt said. "I was really pleased by the way, when you told me you didn't believe all the bullshit about me being a woman beater and having driven my ex to suicide." Kurt kissed the top of her head. "It made my day."

  "That reminds me," she said. "It doesn't explain why you are into paying for sex."

  Kurt explained how irritable he had been at work, and how his friends had bought him a call girl. It was a long story, and pretty funny, and they both laughed over the comedy of errors.

  "I thought you were such a typical rich idiot," Carmen confessed. "I mean really, when you said, "Oh, I had no idea that there was so much work at this one hotel." She giggled. "I was like, 'hello!' There is sooo much work in a big place like this. But of course I see now that you were referring to my customers when you thought I was a working girl."

  "What I couldn’t figure out was how you managed to have so much sex as a call girl, and still have such a tight cunt."

  Carmen snorted. "Really?"

  "Oh c'mon," he said. "You have to admit that you’re a little girl all around."

  Carmen giggled, and then turned toward him, pressing against him, chest to chest. "Are you fishing for complements? Am I supposed to say that you are a big boy all over?"

  He laughed. "Oh, absolutely."

  She kissed him on the lips. "And you like it tight, don’t you?"

  "You bet," he said. "For me you are the ideal woman in every way, sweetheart." He paused and a hand went to her breast, caressing and weighing it in his palm. "I sure love your beautiful tits. But don't think you can distract me. You said you would explain, so what is the deal with your criminal record?"

  "Do you want the long or the short version?"

  "Whatever you want to tell me. Talk to me sweetheart. I'm interested in everything about you."

  Carmen smiled at that because she was interested in everything about him. "Ok then, here is the short version: None of it is true."

  "What?"

  A long discussion ensued then, about how much was too much, and how much was enough. The question of what information Carmen really had to tell him was becoming so complex that Kurt finally put an end to it.

  "Carmen," he said. "I really like you. It isn’t just the sex although you have to admit we sure as hell have it going on there. But this is the thing. I want to know who you are. I want us to be honest with each other. I swear I will tell you everything about me, even the difficult things – hell, maybe especially the difficult things."

  Kurt propped himself up on one elbow. "My good friend, André Chevalier, who you will meet, used to say that, 'When it comes to a relationship, it is best to begin in the manner in which you intend to go on.' I believe this is true. You are important to me, and I want to keep you." He smiled at her over the way he phrased it and she smiled back.

  Relationship, Carmen thought. Jesus, he said the word relationship. Now doesn't that idea just blow me away?

  Kurt stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "I want to see how far we can go together. I don’t care about what went on before, but we have to discuss it and get over any hurdles. Your past seems to be affecting us both."

  Carmen lay back, her hands under her head and sighed. "I often wonder how I got here, and how I managed to do all this to myself. Even my BFF Amber doesn't know these things, Kurt. It's not something I share. Everyone would think it is my fault – hell I even think it's my fault. I'm a screw up and am still kicking myself for half the stupid stuff I've done."

  Kurt stroked her hair back and put it behind her ear. "Good," he said. "If you haven't told anyone then you can make me your first."

  Carmen frowned, propped herself on one elbow, mirroring his position and looked at him. "What if I tell you things and you think less of me? Did you think of that? Maybe you will look at me with disgust or revulsion."

  "Never," Kurt said.

  Carmen gave a hollow laugh. "Famous last words."

  Kurt put his hand to his chest. "I swear I can't imagine anything that could make me think less of you."

  She snorted. "That just shows how little imagination you have! My world is not your world, Kurt. I grew up in a gang environment. Shit happened."

  Kurt frowned. "Did you kill someone?"

  "I wish I had," she muttered. Carmen sighed, then got up and pulled her pink track pants and white T shirt on.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Putting on armor," she said. "I just need to be dressed to tell you some of this shit." Carmen took in a big breath, and then sighed on a long exhale. She sat down on a wingback chair beside the bed. "I'm going to go ahead and give you the lot Kurt. But don't tell me I didn’t warn you."

  Carmen detailed her early childhood, how her mother considered her the lesser child because she lacked a penis, and how she was in awe of her brother who was six years older than she was. Carmen explained that her brother was generally good fun, and he made her laugh, but ultimately he was a self-centered sociopath.

  It was difficult to explain, but she told Kurt how she began giving blow-jobs at age six, starting with her brother, and then how he sold her services to all his friends. Carmen had no idea that what she was doing was wrong. The entire activity had been fun. Carmen had always associated blow-jobs with cand
y and fond attention from her older brother, the only male of the family and someone she was in awe of.

  Her brother had made her keep the secret but one day she had told her grandmother, who quickly put a stop to it all.

  "I felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden," Carmen said. "Having just eaten of the apple, I suddenly discovered that I was naked. Something that had been done in innocence…I was so ashamed. It was such a shock."

  Kurt didn’t react, in fact he didn't say anything, and Carmen appreciated that. He was still looking at her, calm and interested, yet letting her tell him things at her own pace. How did he get that skill? That ability to just be there and listen? He was like she thought a counselor might be.

  "What I was doing was wrong," she said in a contemplative voice. "Yet it was so much fun and so attractive to the child that I was. Carlos made me not just a victim but an active accomplice - that was the real mind-fuck right there. I often initiated the blow-job and co-masturbation "games" we played.

  Carmen then explained how her grandmother was her real role model. How she was hard working and honest, but had been sick all of Carmen's life. Carmen told Kurt how much she loved and missed her.

  "We have that in common, too," Kurt said. "I love my grandma. I can’t imagine life without her."

  "Is she still alive?"

  "Yes."

  "You are so lucky."

  "I feel lucky," he said.

  Carmen looked at him and thought, I feel lucky, too. Lucky to be here with you, Kurt. She didn't say it however, because the worry was still there: How long will this perfect time together last?

  25. Friends and Lovers

  "Anyway, to continue my story," Carmen said, clearing her throat. "Carlos began to get in trouble with the law, and like a good girl I did as I was told and took the heat for any of his crimes. I was young and female and the police didn't believe me when they caught me with his stuff – but they always went ahead and arrested me. I can see how hard I made things for the LA Police, and I can sympathize. The L.A Police hate me for good reason, but I admit that the feeling is rather mutual. I was a child and they never helped. Of course how could they have?"