Author's note: There's some meanness and non-consent in this story, though it's not really about that. I'm not really sure what it's about, so I listed it under the "Erotic Couplings" category.
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Liliana's heart raced as she heard the water turn off. She stood in the bedroom, shifting nervously from one foot to the other as the shower door squeaked open and the whoosh of a hair dryer began. She said a silent prayer, hoping this wasn't a mistake, then opened yet another button on her maid's uniform. It was now open almost to her sternum, showing her lacy bra underneath.
It took another five minutes for Ivan to come through the door. He was more or less stark naked, a towel around his neck but otherwise completely bare. He stopped cold in his tracks when he saw her, but made no effort to cover up.
He grinned. "What are you doing in here, darlin'?" His voice had the deep resonance of a large carnivore, a frequency that aroused a flight instinct in whoever heard it.
Liliana's dark eyes soaked in his body. The sportscasters routinely called him "the most amazing physique in America", and she concurred. His trading cards listed him as 6 feet 8 inches and 295 pounds, and he was a Roman god chiseled from stone, an awe-inspiring combination of incredible power and immaculate grace.
She felt as if she was going to faint, and her smile wavered until she could control it. "You've been telling me for weeks that you wanted to have sex with me," she said.
Ivan's eyebrows rose, and he stared pointedly at her body and her cleavage. "Now?"
She shrugged, and felt that it came off more nervous than indifferent. "Maybe we can work something out."
She swore that she saw his cock twitch. It looked somewhat small on his giant physique, but was nonetheless larger than the average man's. Everything looked small when it was near Ivan.
Fingers trembling, she upped the ante. She unbuttoned the final buttons of her uniform, and shimmied to let it slide off. She stepped out of it, now clad only in her sexiest bra and panties, their jade color perfectly complementing her bronze Hispanic skin.
His eyes flickered toward the bedroom door. "Is Julie gone?"
Liliana tried to hide her incredulousness. "She's gone for a week, remember? She left this morning to visit her mother."
His grin became more relaxed, and his cock twitched again. It looked like it was growing. "Strip it all off. Show me you're worth it."
Her nostrils flared for just an instant. But he had given her an opening.
"What's it worth to you?"
Ivan's brow rose, and then he laughed. "I can walk out that door right now and bring back three of you within the hour."
It was probably true, so Liliana swallowed her gut response. "Maybe, but they don't live in the house and have their own room."
The man's laughter gave way to thought. "So you're proposing something ongoing?"
Liliana stepped out of her heels, then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. With a deep breath, she pulled it forward, letting it fall to the floor. She looked down at her breasts, nice firm C cups with oversized chocolate areolae. Her lovers were always surprised at the size of her areolae given her petite stature. "Wouldn't it be nice to have more than just Julie available in the house?"
Ivan quickly closed the distance between them. He towered a full 18 inches over her, so tall that she barely came up to his famous pectorals, and he weighed nearly triple her 103 pounds. He was extraordinarily intimidating, particularly when you knew his reputation, but he was also a handsome man, a perfect specimen who could turn a woman's head beyond mere size. If a girl could set aside her fears, this had the potential to be enjoyable.
But she couldn't set aside her fears, not with this man. She looked up into his eyes. "I heard that you paid a waitress $10,000 for one night."
He paid no attention to her words, his eyes fixed on her breasts. Enormous hands suddenly enveloped them, kneading their flesh. She held her ground and let him play, but realized that it had been a mistake to give him so much so fast. She had been too anxious.
"I can show you more," she said, "but let's make a deal first. I've read that you have women on call in every city in the league. What are you paying them? Remember, I could be right down the hall."
He ignored her, but nodded appraisingly. "Your tits are nice. A little small, but nice."
Liliana's temper flared, but she bit her tongue. Julie was indeed bigger than her, but then again Julie was a one of a kind beauty. It's not as if Liliana's breasts were small by any measure, and in fact, they were large on her small frame. Her lovers generally agreed that they were her best feature.
Instead of challenging him, though, she smiled woodenly as he groped her and merely said, "I really like them. They stand up."
"Speaking of standing up, you're too short," he laughed. "I can't reach you down there." Suddenly an iron hand shot between her legs.
"Aaah!" Liliana's legs flailed, her hands desperately grabbing for his forearms. He was effortlessly lifting her by the front of her panties, pulling her up to his height. The thin material knifed into her vulva as her weight was lifted onto it.
"Oh! No! Stop it!" She frantically tried to ease the pressure on her crotch by grabbing his tree-trunk forearms, but to little effect. It was still torturous, and she panted in pain as his tongue invaded her open mouth.
She couldn't pull away, couldn't ease the pressure. He held her in the air effortlessly with one hand, the other gripping the back of her neck as if she were a kitten. Desperately, she tried to wrap her legs around his waist, seeking any support other than the thin strip of material burying itself between her legs. It wasn't enough. His tongue explored her mouth roughly while she struggled. When he eventually pulled back out, grinning like a rogue, she gasped, "Let me down. Please. It hurts."
"You want down?" He straightened his tree trunk arms, pushing her out to arm's length from his body and forcing her legs away from his waist. Stranded in mid-air, she kicked and flailed in vain, unable to ease the crippling pressure on her vulva and clitoris.
"Pleaseohgodthathurtsthathurtsthathurts...let me down!" She tried to kick at him in desperation, but his arms were so long that she couldn't reach. She had expected trouble knowing how he treated Julie, but expectations were easier to deal with than reality.
"What will you do for me?" His smile was cruel.
Pain was clouding Liliana's mind. "Down," she grunted through clenched teeth. "Please, down."
"What will you do for me?" He jiggled his powerful arms up and down, making her howl in pain. She could hear a rip in the fabric. "Will you give me a test drive tonight?"
"Yes!" What did he want? She was going to do that anyway. The man was insane.
He laughed, and the next thing she knew, she was flying through the air, her panties torn away from her body as she was launched. The bed was easily eight feet away, and she landed on her stomach in the deep sheets and comforter, the force of the throw sending her tumbling.
Rolling onto her back, she looked his way as she cradled her pussy in relief. He was strolling arrogantly toward her, his erection now at full mast. In the league, he was called Ivan the Terrible, and he was infamous for his temper and his dirty play. His cruelty extended to the bedroom, too. Maybe she'd bitten off more than she could chew.
She remembered the game plan. You did not want Ivan to pin your down. She tried to rise to her knees.
He offered an approving grunt as he approached. "You keep a little hair down there. I like that. Let me check it out." He was on the bed now and grabbed her shoulder, effortlessly pulling her back down. In an instant she was trapped beneath him as he sat on her waist facing her vulva. Trapped beneath his mass, her legs parted compliantly from a million years of instinct, and she felt fingers stroking through her trimmed mane of pubic hair, then sliding down across her vulva lips to play with them. She braced herself for penetration by his fingers, but it mercifully didn't come. He seemed to enjoy playing with her outer structure.
She let him play for a few moments, her body tense as she formulated her next step. "Lie down," she whispered after some quick thinking. "Let me show you what I've got."
He grinned and flipped over on his large marital bed, rolling her with him until she straddled his midsection. Her knees settled wide across his frame. She leaned in and kissed him, gently and romantically, and to her surprise she got the same kiss back.
He could be quite a catch. He was handsome and he was famous and he was rich. Very, very rich. He had one of the biggest contracts in the league. She could see why Julie had become enamored with him at first. He would be an amazing trophy if a woman could only control his mean streak. And his cheating. And his perversions. And his attitude. Julie couldn't do that, though, and if she couldn't do it, it was doubtful that anyone could.
Liliana rose up, arching her back and displaying herself to him. Cupping her breasts, she looked down at the body that she worked so hard to keep toned. She was petite, but she was strong; if Julie could handle three years of marriage to him, Liliana could certainly handle him for just one night.
But suddenly he was pawing her breasts again, reaching in to grab her nipples. He twisted them hard. "Ow!" she complained. "Gentle, please."
"I don't do gentle." Pulling her nipples hard, he drew her head down to his, and they kissed again on his terms, his tongue pushing deep within her mouth.
One giant arm wrapped around her slender upper back, pinning her to him. The other began exploring further down, an enormous hand stroking and kneading her buttocks. She had to admit that it felt nice as his power massaged her. Her lips were still pressed into his, or else she would have cooed in pleasure.
After a moment, the fingers edged toward her crack, then followed it down. Liliana's eyes popped open when a finger began stroking her anus. It felt quite nice, but ... but ...
She pulled her face from his as the finger pressed into her. She yelped in protest and tried to twist away. "Don't do that. Take it out."
Ivan the Terrible laughed. The finger went in further, causing Liliana to squeal at the sensation. She wriggled to escape, but was pinned against him. The finger kept invading, and her protests only seemed to fuel him further. She had no choice but to accept it.
Her teeth gritted as he explored. She couldn't let him take control. The key to the whole situation was to keep him on the receiving side. "Let me suck you," she said, trying to distract him. "I want to feel your dick in my mouth."
