Open, generous, fun, and giving, he thought. What a perfect submissive.
Kurt intended to screw Carmen all day long, and take her in every possible way. At this point he didn’t care what it cost him. As a rich man, he had always been wary and cautious in relationships. Some women had sought him out for his money – rather than for him. That was why this current interaction with Carmen was astonishingly refreshing.
Carmen was after his money – she had been paid for this.
In this case Kurt was more than happy to pay. Even fifty thousand dollars an hour would be worth it, just to be able to uninhibitedly enjoy sex and the company of a woman again. Particularly this woman because they were on the same wavelength. Damn she was fantastic.
Kurt waited until she was settled from her orgasm. Then he said, his need making his voice unintentionally stern, "I want you on your knees, Carmen."
Carmen smiled at him and jumped up off the couch and to the floor. She slid down between his legs, and into a kneeling position. Kurt noticed that despite her speed, she moved gracefully, as if she was aware that his eyes were on her.
As if she wanted to please him.
He smiled then because she did please him - more than he was able to say.
Once she was on her knees between his legs, she gazed up at him expectantly.
"Do you need a condom to suck me?" he asked, his shaft bobbing before him. "I can see you don’t have herpes, and I know that I don’t. It's highly unlikely to get anything else through oral. It's nuts, I suppose, but I want your mouth and lips on my cock – not on a condom."
He watched as Carmen studied his proudly jutting erection. Kurt saw admiration in her expression. As if hearing his thought she looked up at him. There was a glint of mischief in those eyes, as her lips curled up, and she displayed her even white teeth in a sexy smile.
Could anything possibly make him harder than a beautiful woman who lusted so openly after his cock? A woman who genuinely wanted to give him pleasure?
"I've been tested recently and I'm clean," she said. "Have you?"
"Yes."
"Well then, I would like to suck you off exactly as you are," she said. "May I?"
Kurt wanted to laugh with euphoric joy, but somehow his lust prevented him. This was suddenly no laughing matter.
He needed her mouth on him, right now.
"Yes, suck me off," he said, aware of the gravelly rough edge to his voice. "I want to come on that pretty face of yours, in your mouth, and on those big, luscious breasts. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," she breathed. "Thank you."
11. The Expert
Kneeling between his legs, Carmen licked her lips, uncertain of exactly how to proceed.
Thor seemed pretty exacting, that was for sure. Would he punish her if she did something he didn’t expect? But he was nothing like her last boyfriend. This man was dominant during sex, and God, she absolutely LOVED it. But he wasn't so damn inflexible and serious. He had told her that she could talk to him.
"Ummm, what do you want?" she asked tentatively.
He grinned playfully, his green eyes dancing. "I shall rely completely on your own initiative, skill and expertise. I'll give you free rein, because I want to see what you've got. Have at it, sweetheart. Surprise me."
Carmen grinned back at him. "Really?" she said, wondering if he was as easygoing as he seemed to be, and hoping that he wasn't hiding an unpredictable temper. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." He laughed and his mouth twitched into a crooked half smile. "You've made me curious now."
His trust and confidence in her made her ridiculously happy.
Not long ago Carmen had been on her third year of Law on a full scholarship at the University of California, Irvine. So much work had gone into getting there, and all for nada. Her ex, a jealous, woman-beating dickhead, had chained her up to prevent her taking her final exams.
It appeared that Carmen's lifetime of bad luck was still on track, but if she knew one thing, it was that shit sure as hell happens. So she was on the run and had lost her scholarship? Somehow she would find a safe refuge, earn the money necessary and complete her studies.
All I worked so hard for is gone, she thought. There's nothing much left to lose. Yet I'm alive and free. I'm also stubborn, smart and determined enough to stay that way.
Leaving everything was a life changing experience, she reflected. But it had also been liberating to a large degree. Now she had nothing to worry about except herself, although her current problems were more than enough to alarm anyone.
Things that had seemed so vital were no longer important.
Just waking up alive and unchained every day was an achievement.
She smiled. Today she was getting a lot more than that. This man affected her on an innermost feminine level. She couldn't question her primitive, bone-deep desire to please him and to see him smile. Right this minute it was all about pleasure for them both. The prospect thrilled her.
Thor's large, male hand stroked along her cheek, and she moved toward it, wanting to kiss and press herself into him. How was it that she felt so safe and comfortable with this big stranger? He seemed kind, and understanding, and he had a real sense of fun in him that simply set her free from all concern.
Carmen had never had a lover like him.
He made her laugh - at herself, at him, at the whole damn world.
She knew it wouldn’t last, but for now, she was going to enjoy every minute of this fantasy, this reprieve from her real life.
His eyes narrowed, and he took a lock of her hair and tugged on it. "Just what are you thinking little girl?"
Carmen tilted her head to look at him. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course," he said without hesitation, flashing her a bright, white smile. "You trusted me, didn’t you? I can return the courtesy. I'm going to let you go ahead and do whatever you fancy will please me best."
"Well in that case…." Carmen said, and took his legs and pulled Thor toward her, so his ass was half off the couch. He obliged and assisted in her efforts, chuckling good naturedly.
Carmen knew that few people had as much experience as she had with sucking or jacking off cock. That was one area she honestly was a real expert. To be really good at something – be it languages, arithmetic or blow jobs – a person learned best when they were taught from when they were a child.
This was an old secret of hers, and really, it no longer bothered her – especially as she had so many other more pressing issues in her life. Just now she was thankful for this personal knowledge and experience, because she would use it to make the 'God of Thunderous Orgasms' happy.
Damn his shaft was magnificent, standing up straight and proud. Was there anything better than the look, the smell, and the feel of a fresh clean cock like this one? Carmen pressed her face into his balls and his pubic hair, rubbing her cheeks up against him. She breathed him in like a dog rolling in scent.
Christ he smelled fantastic.
Carmen gently gripped the most male part of him, feeling it pulse in her grasp. But she only held it in order to keep it out of her way. She started by licking, nibbling and sucking between his legs.
Thor's balls were large and heavy. She took one gently into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue, feeling and tasting. Then she sucked the other one in the same way. Her questing tongue moved under his balls, pressing along his perineum, until she was rimming the puckered ring of his anus.
Thor's whole body stiffened and he took a sharp breath in, but said nothing.
The man liked that for sure - she could tell by the electric tension and trembling hunger that telegraphed itself to her body.
Yeah, he wants it alright, she thought.
Looking as sexy and mischievous as possible she then began licking her right hand, making it dripping wet. It was Carmen's turn to study him and to notice his reactions. She watched his spark of sexual interest in his expression as she licked. Thor raised his eyebrows, and Carmen could swear his enorm
ous cock became even bigger. There was pre-cum in his slit, she could see and smell his perfect male musk.
Carmen had found that it wasn't about what one did during a blow job - it was about how one did it. Words and looks were as much a part of the turn-on as anything else. Why not, when words and looks did it for her, too?
When her hand was utterly drenched, she gripped the base of his dick and began to work it. The trick was to make his cock think her hand was a dripping wet, tight little pussy. She gave it a firm pull, all the way up to the flared head, and then stroked back down again.
Thor's chest expanded on a deep breath and she felt his shaft stiffen further.
"Umm," he said in a low voice. "That's good."
Carmen smiled and her heart soared to have pleased him. Causing him this sort of arousal was as much of a turn on as experiencing it herself.
With a moderate grip she fondled and rubbed, pulling on the head of his erection, stroking up and down along his shaft again and again. She encircled the head with each caress, and his body quivered just slightly. Varying her movements, Carmen started sensually and slow, and then intensified her strokes to a rapid rhythmic pace.
He had tensed, and she could see his neck was corded with strain, but other than sounds of pleasure he issued no instructions. He had told her that this was her show. Carmen smiled and withheld her impulse to laugh, because the shoe was on the other foot now, wasn't it? She didn’t plan on letting him climax anytime soon.
Bending forwards, she put her tongue out to taste him. As she expected, she savored the unique salty musk, a flavor that was uniquely his. Yum. Carmen licked and nibbled the end of his cock as she worked him.
He swore fiercely in a lust roughened voice, and she hid her smile. Oh yeah, this really is fun, she thought.
Carmen took him deep a number of times, her lips meeting his pubic bone as she swallowed him right down her throat. Thor's jaw was clenched tight, his lips firm, and his nostrils flaring. It was too good! But that wasn't where she intended to go. From time to time he made lovely male sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans.
Honestly, if he let her, Carmen felt it would be no hardship if he allowed her to play with his lovely hard cock all day long.
12. Oops
Carmen continued sucking and stroking until Thor almost climaxed, and on each occasion she slowed to prevent orgasm.
Talking dirty was also part of her strategy. Carmen continually licked up his pre-cum, telling him how fucking amazing he tasted, and how she wanted to drink all his seed down, if not now – later. She said it was up to him if he let her swallow his cum, but if he saw his way clear at some point to spray his hot jizz inside her mouth, she would be eternally grateful.
Her pillow talk was intentionally mischievous, playful, and raunchy.
While Thor seemed to know her, with such sexual intimacy it seemed to work the other way, too. Carmen felt a physical and emotional link. She never spoke playfully during sex – but this man was fun. In part she was enjoying the game of entertaining and amusing him, while still making him hot for it.
Thor was panting and sweating over all her coarse, crude comments, as well as her measured hand movements. His own hands were clenched into tight fists. The poor man was worked up, that was for sure, but true to his word, he let her continue without interference.
Carmen wasn't at all averse to him grabbing her hair, taking control, and then giving her a deep-throated face fuck. But it seemed that Thor really did want her to surprise him.
While sucking and jacking him, Carmen's other hand remained on his testicles, massaging and kneading. From time to time she brought his balls to her mouth so she could lick and suckle, once more rubbing her face and cheeks against him. Every time her pussy reacted with a strong contraction.
Jesus, that potent male musk!
On her knees before him, and servicing his beautiful cock just did it for her. Right now she was his willing sex slave. If she wasn't careful she would be the one to climax first.
"Nice balls," she said, "but honestly this is one gorgeous dick." She stared longingly at his hard male member, continuing to remain acutely aware of his reaction to her words. "I have seen some cocks in my day," Carmen gazed up at him with raised eyebrows, "but I swear to God this is the best looking cock of all."
Thor started laughing, and he put a hand on her head, wrapping his fingers tight in her hair. The sharp biting sting as he pulled it made her moan. How was it that when a man pulled her hair she felt it so much lower? It was as if there was a direct line from her scalp to that needy spot, right there.
"Is that right?" he asked, his voice a throaty growl.
"True story," she said.
She gave the head of his prick a delicate lick, and then taking just the tip and head in her mouth, she sucked him, and continued to masturbate him. She had tons of thick saliva and she covered his shaft with it.
"Having a great cock is wonderful, but it is rare that a man has a great cock and knows how to use it," she said earnestly. "I have to tell you, Thor, that you really know how to use this cock of yours. I mean honestly, you are a fantastic fuck. You make my eyes cross and my heart stop and I swear to God the things you can do with this cock of yours?"
She met his gaze with an intent look and shook her head. "Well, you should write it up in a book somewhere to help other men learn how to use their own penises to properly please a woman."
Thor was laughing again, and stroking her face. He bent forward and kissed her softly, and gave her a big, broad smile.
Jesus! What a smile.
Thor's generous grin transformed his face and there was mischief and deviltry in those smoldering green eyes. It seemed so natural that Carmen felt he must smile a lot in life. And those dimples! One on each cheek on either side of his mouth. Carmen stopped everything for a moment, transfixed by that smile.
He tugged her hair again. "Thank you for the complement, Carmen," he said. "Now what is this about Thor? Who is Thor?"
Carmen licked her hand again, with seductive, erotic strokes, and then began to jack him off once more. Thor exhaled in a burst and his body tensed with pleasure. She grinned at him. Mercilessly she slowed down or sped up in order to frustrate him, still on her crusade of torture, bringing him to the brink and stopping.
He had played that game with her.
"If you will recall, you didn't introduce yourself," Carmen sucked the index finger of her left hand, making it thoroughly wet. "I thought you looked like 'Thor the God of Thunder,' so that is what I named you in my mind. Can you hand me that lube?" she asked.
Wordlessly, Thor handed her the plastic container.
The man was clearly entranced with her, with what she was saying, and with what she was doing. Carmen had tried stand-up for awhile, at the 'Laugh factory' comedy club in L.A. When stand-up comedy worked – it oddly felt something like this. She was performing to an audience of one right now. Carmen had ALL his avid attention and she reveled in that fact.
This man had a sense of humor, which was why she was intentionally making him laugh while turning him on with her steamy talk. Humor was easy for her. No one had a better sense of the ridiculous than Carmen did.
Growing up in a gang environment, Carmen endured a barely functional alcoholic mother, and a much older brother who had no conscience and got away with everything. Her father had been big and blond, just like Thor, from what Carmen could recall of him anyway. He had only stayed long enough to produce two children.
I wouldn't have survived without a good sense of humor, she thought.
Luckily Carmen's job had been to look after her sick grandmother until she passed, God rest her soul. Abuela Juanita had been the only sensible person in Carmen's family. Where would she have been without Juanita? A strong, hardworking, honest woman, Carmen had always strived to be just like her.
It seemed to Carmen that the funniest comedians in the world grew up in a dysfunctional environment. That was one of those odd truths. It was a 'laughing
on the outside and crying inside' type of thing. She certainly knew all about that.
Sitting closer, Carmen said, "You should try to relax," giving him what she knew to be her impish look.
Carmen squeezed a large portion of lube on to her finger, coating it. Then she carefully traced his perineum with her newly lubed digit. She placed her finger against the rosebud entry point to his anus, and began to slowly and gently work her way in.
He sucked in a breath. "Fuck!"
Carmen giggled, while still expertly working his cock. It amazed her that she felt comfortable enough to giggle in his presence during sex – but she did. Who made the rule that sex always had to be so damn serious anyway? Yes Sir, no Sir, three bags full Sir. But maybe she had only ever had stern Doms. Perhaps there were lots of playful Dom's out there and now she had finally met one.
After hanging out with Thor, Carmen felt she could be submissive and respectful in bed, but she could still have some laughs. All her inhibitions and "now I am supposed to's" had disappeared. This guy was hot, but he also had a sense of humor. Was there a more perfect lover for her anywhere else in the world? Carmen didn't think so.
"It feels good doesn’t it?" she said licking the tip of his cock. "Haven't you had a finger up your ass before?"
"Not for a long, long time," he growled, his face contorting with exquisite, agonizing pleasure.
Carmen felt his tight ring relax, and she worked her index finger further up his anal passage, positioning the tip where she knew his prostate gland was. All the while she didn't stop masturbating, sucking, licking and keeping her eyes on him – watching his every expression, his every response.
She let him know by sounds and looks, just how utterly transported she was to be allowed to suck his big, beautiful cock.
What a treat for her… and for him.
The prostate was usually about two to three inches in, and when she located it she curled her finger upward toward his stomach, gently massaging the walnut sized bump.
Thor's reaction was instantaneous.