Author's note:
The following story is part of my 'The Collector' series. While I'm sure you could figure it out, reading at least the first story in the series would help. This story features elements of non-consensual/reluctant sex. All characters are over age eighteen. Thank you for reading!
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"That's it, that's good," said Carter. "You're almost there, aren't you?"
The cabana, though compact, was welcoming. The lounger cradled Carter's lanky frame, its velvety texture rewarding him where skin made contact with the lush fabric. The air of a sweet California evening caressed his skin as around him notes of slightly discordant jazz lingered then fled. West Coast jazz, he would have told anyone who asked. The girls never did.
"Oooh," the girl moaned. "Oh..."
Haley reclined on the room's only bed, naked and vulnerable. Strawberry blonde hair spilled onto the pillows behind her, and across the pale skin of her shoulders. Full hips ground against the sheets as she pressed a vibrator against her slit. "Unhhh."
"I think that was a 'yes'," Carter observed. Haley wasn't the most expressive girl, even in the grip of ecstasy.
He took a sip of whisky, then let his hand slip over the edge of the lounger, loosely holding the glass with long fingers. The spirit lingered on his tongue, then his throat. The warmth spread through him, carried by his blood. He exhaled. The liquor, the inviting cabana, the moment of relaxation, all were indulgences long denied him. The young woman twisting in pleasure before him was his carefully-arranged reward.
"Ohhhh," Haley groaned. Her hips wriggled against the softly whirring vibrator.
"Eyes open," Carter reminded her. She shouldn't forget whom she was performing for.
Wordlessly, Haley parted her lids, allowing Carter a glimpse of her bright green eyes. There was still a hint of the same sullen resentment she had worn so plainly during their first few encounters. But resentment and pleasure could co-exist. The girl's gyrating hips and ragged breath were testaments to this simple truth. She groaned aloud.
"Yeah, that's hot." Carter's organ was awake, moving against his trousers. He lazily stroked it, his own arousal at an idle, while Haley's reached its peak.
"Nnnnna," she gasped. The blonde pushed her slit against the vibrator, her body trembling. "Oh, oooooooh." She was so close, her body poised on the brink of ecstasy. Finally she went rigid, her head snapping to the side, mouth open. "Yes," she said with surprising softness. "Yes, oh!"
Carter watched as the orgasm swept through Haley, owning her soft body. Full breasts bounced, while the veins on her neck stood out in high relief. She shook, arching her body up and to the side, and held the tortured pose for several heartbeats before collapsing back onto the bed. The still buzzing vibrator slipped from her fingers.
"Fuck," she said.
The show had made Carter achingly hard. As Haley lay panting on the bed he stood and tugged off his sport shirt in one swift motion. His pants followed, and soon his cock swung free, eager for its turn. Carter flopped backwards onto the bed. The girl knew what to do.
He easily could have invited her to his bedroom for their scene. His king bed would have given them even more room to play. Premium linens would have caressed their skin, and Carter could have opened the blinds to give them a view of the city lights twinkling like stars. When they were through he could dismiss her instead of tugging his pants back on and retracing his path up the terraces.
Such conveniences missed the point. Carter liked to take the girls in their own rooms. Her sheets would be damp from their passion; they'd bear his scent. His guests shouldn't get too comfortable, coming to think of their little cabana as personal space. He could visit them any time, taking them as he wished. Out of fundamental human decency and a wish they be as clean and fresh as possible he generally gave them notice, but in no way should they begin to feel their time, their room, or their body was their own.
Haley found the vibrator, fumbled for the switch and flicked it off. She was still catching her breath, her back to him. Even in the dim light of the little cabana her skin was milky and inviting. Carter rolled onto his side to face her. Gently he traced his fingers from her neck to her ass, then repeated the maneuver, this time flicking her hair out of the way first. Strong fingers pressed into the muscle either side of her spine, a massage stroke which continued patiently to her backside once more. In almost any other partner such attention was sure to draw groans of pleasure, but Carter already knew that Haley had no interest in the trappings of intimacy.
"Okay," she said in response to nothing in particular. She sighed.
Carter flipped back onto his back and waited. Haley took in one deep breath then another. For a moment he thought she might rebel, but finally she rolled onto her back then sat up. She faced him.
"Like before?" She moved to straddle him, but he waved her off.
"I want that tongue first."
Again, Haley reluctantly complied. Scooting back, the blonde knelt forward to take his shaft in her hands, and even before he needed to remind her, looked toward him. Resentment and distaste furrowed her brow, but she did what was required. Her tongue flicked out.
The feel of her soft, wet tongue sent a shudder of pleasure through him. Haley had a beautiful, long tongue. She had been shy with it when he first took her to bed, but at his insistence had become more willing to use it. As Carter watched, she pressed it flat and glistening against the base of his cock and licked upward. As she passed over them, bulging veins disappeared, only to reappear thick and wet. Once at the tip, she curled her tongue around the head, half encircling it, then turned and licked down.
"Yeah, like that," Carter moaned. "Put that sweet tongue on my dick."
He let his eyes slide shut, giving himself to the blissful sensation. His cock twitched eagerly as the strawberry blonde teased and licked it, taking her time. By the time she pushed her lips over the head he was achingly hard. "Unh, yeah. Suck it."
She did. While few women could hope to match Angel's ability to deep-throat him, Haley worked well within her limits. Mouth stretched, she took him halfway down, lingered, then popped free. Again she took him, and then again, establishing a steady rhythm neither frantic nor tentative. Carter allowed the sensation to capture him. He slid into a near trance, aware of little more than the wetness, warmth, and pressure on his member. Where Haley's saliva dripped down his shaft the girl's hands used it to firmly stroke him. Finally she gagged, and pulled back panting. Thick strings of saliva dripped from her chin to his balls.
"Okay, you like that?" she said, struggling to catch her breath. She lay to the side, her pale, voluptuous body on full display. Haley's heavy breasts brushed his thighs. "You do."
"Fuck yeah I do. Your wet mouth gagging on me." His eyes were open again, taking in the messy scene. "Show me how much you can take. Slowly."
Haley made eye contact, and as Carter watched, slowly pushed her lips over the head. Teasingly, she took in another inch, then another. Finally, she dropped her hand from the shaft and using mouth only took in another inch or so. Her mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the thickest part of his cock. Her eyes watered. She held the position for a moment, pushed again until she gagged, held it for a long second then pulled back swiftly. Panting, she looked up to him with a bewildered look, her face slick.
"That's it," she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Your dick's too fucking fat. Shit!"
"Hot as hell though," Carter groaned. His cock bulged in her hand.
"Do you ever cum that way?" She was eyeing him carefully, gauging his reaction.
It was more of an offer than a question. Haley wasn't expressing idle curiosity. She didn't care about the diversity of Carter's experience. No, she was offering a quick end to their encounter. A not entirely unwelcome one.
Of course he had cum 'that way.' Angel had taken him balls deep and emptied him into her throat more often than he could remember. And certainly less talented women had done the same over the years. Carter was sure Haley could get him off with her mouth with the proper motivation. Was giving her pussy a break worth it to her?
"Yeah, sure," he offered, casually. "I mean, she has to know what she's doing..."
