A swimming pool was not a place you'd usually find me, let alone one sixty stories up on the huge deck of a penthouse. But that was where I was, in a too-small bikini with my own boyfriend's father, feeling the heat of his desire, my will crumbling under his, as he picked up the suntan oil and moved behind me.

“Here,” he said, “Let me.”

And he said in that voice, you know the one I've mentioned, that one of absolute total confidence even as his hand turned me away, and then his other hand was on my back, spreading this soft oil across my skin. He put the bottle down and then both hands were on my back, and I was trying not to breath too hard as they coasted ever so gently up and down my back, including up under the string of my bikini!

I stared at the city as his hands slid up and down my sides, up and down along my arms, then in around my waist! I shuddered as they caressed my stomach and I felt him pressing against my from behind, and my fingers reached out unsteadily, gripping the wooden side of the pergola for support as my legs suddenly turned to rubber!

His hands slid back around behind me, caressing my back and shoulders again, and my heartbeat eased up a little, then they slid around in front of me again and I felt the pounding growing worse! His arms were oiled as well, and he reached well around me so that his arms caressed my sides and body as his hands eased me back against his chest.

I wanted to object (well, I didn't really) but I was having a hard time finding the words, and wasn't sure my voice wouldn't come out in a squeak! His left hand slid right across my chest, just below my breasts, fingers caressing the side of my ribs, and his right.... his right slid back and forth along my abdomen, his finger slipping in beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms!

I started to squirm, just a bit, for his fingers were … just a bit below the waistband, stroking softly against my slippery skin, and then his other hand slid up across my breast, up to the side of my neck, to the side of my head, turning my face halfway around to meet his lips as he leaned in against me!

And then his other hand slid smoothly and firmly right down into my bikini bottoms! My body jerked violently as his warm, slippery fingers moved over my clitoris, and I let out a sudden cry of shock at the explosion of sensation!

“You're soft all over,” he whispered.

I couldn't answer because he kissed me again, and anyway, my brain was overloaded as his fingers stroked firmly against my clit, and down between the rapidly heating lips of my sex! I gurgled helplessly, trembling against him as fire began to rush up my body.

I felt another sense of urgency, that I had to say no, that I had to show him... that I wasn't a slut! I had to turn away, to resist... but I didn't want to and didn't want him to stop! And I felt him pressing into my ass now... or was his hand pressing me back against him... ?

His lips slid down along my cheek, his hand relaxing against the side of my face and head. I shuddered as his fingers pushed down along the furrow of my sex, sliding up and down between them as his other hand bowed my body backward.

Then his upper hand slid down across my chest and slid right into the right cup of my bra! I let out a helpless gasp of shock and pleasure as his fingers moved against my rigid nipple, as they kneaded my swollen breast, and I moaned, my fingers clenching the post before me tightly to keep from falling!

“Y-You... I... I can't... !” I gasped.

He bit into the nape of my neck, and I squeaked as his lips sucked hotly against me. I felt a wildness, and a sense of being helpless before him, like I was in the arms of a lion who was feasting on me! My hips were grinding against his fingers, against his... the hardness I could feel growing behind me!

I rolled my head away from where his jaws were clamped, panting wildly, pulse racing, and I finally had a sudden burst of sanity and twisted away, almost falling, turning around to press my hands against his chest.

His firmly muscled, warm, slick chest, with him about six inches away, if that. I stared up at him, gulping in air, and he looked at me with an amazing calmness, then took my wrists in his big hands and … and began to slide them up and down, sliding my hands up and down against his chest, then down along his firm belly and abdomen!

Then he drew my left hand further down, down across the dark material of his swimsuit, down further, despite my effort to resist, down across the hardness growing there. I felt a shock, a jolt at feeling him, at feeling how thick he was, how long he was! My legs began to tremble again!

And then he raised my hands back up, back up, and up and back above me, pinning them against the tall wooden frame as he leaned in and kissed me again. I moaned and tried to pull my lips away but he shifted with me, and then eased back with a small grin to look above me.

Gasping, I looked up to see him gripping a potted plant which hung from above, and taking it down. That seemed totally bizarre, and caught my eyes for that reason. He simply set it on the bench of the pergola, then he wrapped the soft rope which had been holding it around my wrists!

I gaped in disbelief! I mean... what!?

But then his hands were free and mine – weren't! He slid his arms around me, his lips on mine crushing away any words I might have said. A kind of sexual electricity was growing more powerful with every passing moment, like it was shimmering along the surface of my skin and crackling up and down inside my body!

His hands slid up my back and untied the string of the bikini top! An instant later the second string, behind my neck, came loose, and my bra fell away! He eased back, and I gaped at him, wide eyed, hardly able to breath, much less think.

“Beautiful!” he said with a kind of soft reverence, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts.

He leaned in to kiss me again as his thumbs began to caress my nipples. His lips became more demanding, moving faster, his hands now sliding down my back and into my bikini panties. They kept sliding, and I felt them slide over my hips and then drop down to leave me naked.

“I-I... you can't...!”

I was stuttering, my mind a churning fog of heat, excitement overwhelmed with sensation!

He drew back and abruptly, even roughly, spun me around. I staggered, and would have fallen except for the rope gripping my wrists.

He gripped my hips, jerking them back and out, and then he pressed himself against me again, and there was no swimsuit between his body and mine! I felt his cock, felt how impossibly thick and long it felt, pressing against my buttocks! It pushed in between my legs, and, my head hanging down, I stared at it as it emerged between my thighs!

I could feel the shaft pressing up against my now slippery sex, as he reached around my hip and grabbed the head, then angled his cock upwards so the back of the head stroked against my clitoris. His left hand gripped one of my breasts as I bent forward, kneading it more roughly now as he began to slide his thick shaft in and out, using the shaft to massage my pussy, the head rubbing against my clit with an exquisite, incredible feel of sensory pleasure!

And not just sensory. Looking at it, I was a bit stunned. It was so thick! It looked.... gorgeous!
He bit into the side of my throat again, and I shuddered, shifting my legs apart, groaning, as his cock slid back and forth against me. He mashed the head against my clit, rubbing it from side to side, the shaft mashing against my tender sex at the same time.

“I want to fuck you, you hot, beautiful girl,” he whispered into my ear.

But he couldn't do that, a part of me thought frantically. I was... he was... he was Jeremy's father!

“N-No!” I moaned, barely able to breath.

He chuckled softly, his cock still rubbing me so that my hips began to grind helplessly. But then he drew back again and abruptly spun me around a second time, this time so I was facing him. Again I staggered, held up only by the rope around my wrists, and gaped at him, wide eyed as his big hands framed my entire head and he crushed his lips against mine!

The weird thing which popped into my head as he kissed me was that he clearly had never shown his son how to kiss!

But then he broke free, his hands coming free of my head, and I staggered again, this time back against the wooden side of the pergola behind me. He slid his hands down my body, then around behind me. He pulled my chest forward and his mouth descended on my left breast.

OhmyGod!

I let out an inarticulate cry of pleasure as his lips closed on the center of my breast. His lips first, then the suction, the slowly building suction, then his tongue circling and caressing my rigid nipple! And then his teeth bit into me with just enough pressure to make me cry out again.

Instantly, he shifted to my other breast, doing it again, sucking, licking, and then biting until I again cried out. Then he shifted back to the first breast, and this time after sucking and licking he let his teeth just dig into my soft flesh, then slowly, slide across the surface, scraping across the soft, oiled flesh until they caught my nipple between them.

He moved his jaw in opposite directions, grinding his teeth against my nipple, now soft, now hard, now soft, now hard enough to make me cry out. Then his teeth disappeared, replaced by his lips, sliding in to engulf the center of my breast, his tongue gently massaging my throbbing nipple!

Now it wasn't like guys hadn't enjoyed my breasts any number of times. I mean, I'm not a small girl there, and I'm kind of proud of how firm and full my breasts are. But the majority of guys just... groped me there, you know, squeezing hard and repeatedly. Sure, they would lick at me, and suck me a little, but … I'd never felt his sort of attention to my breasts!

And it wasn't like his hands were absent while his mouth was on my nipples either. His fingers were constantly moving, stroking, squeezing lightly, moving up across one nipple as his lips chewed and sucked on the other.

It all left me breathless and dazed, my breasts flaming and aching and then.. .and then he began to kiss his way down my body! He sank smoothly to his knees in front of me, his big hands spreading my thighs apart, and his mouth moved in to envelope my sex in the same way it had the center of my breasts!

His tongue forced its way between the lips of my pussy and moved softly, slickly, up and down before pushing into the mouth of my sex, then his hands slid up my thighs, forcing them apart further, and then still further, so my feet actually were forced off the deck!

The rope around my wrists began to burn as it dug into the soft flesh, but he shifted his grip, bringing my thighs up and across his shoulders, and then his mouth found my clit, and any thought currently in my mind was just blown out like a candle before a hurricane of sensation.

I was already burning up. I was already so filled with sexual tension, the pressure so powerful that I was shaking. When his lips closed around my clit and his tongue began to stroke with a wild, sudden stroking movement all I could do was cry out in a long, gurgling, animal sound of shock and heat and wonder.

I began to tremble and shake, my hips grinding frantically against him as my body shook and then began to undulate, the orgasm blossoming within me and taking control, shattering my mind as my head was flung wildly around by my body's convulsions. I had never felt an orgasm so incredibly powerful! I felt my hips jerking against his mouth again and again and again, as if my hips were caught up in a never ending serious of muscle spasms!

The orgasm seemed to be endless! My abdomen began to ache from the wild spasm, and my chest burned because I hadn't wanted to do anything, anything to detract or affect or possibly diminish the roaring sensory storm engulfing my body!

Finally, it eased and I gulped in deep, desperate lungfuls of air, moaning helplessly as he slowly drew back and lowered my legs to the deck.

He reached up and worked at the rope as my head hung low, my eyes slitted, my body half floating in a kind of languor. I groaned as the pressure holding my wrists up gave way, and they dropped, but... not completely. He was holding them, and I stared as they fell low, noting the rope still tied around my wrists.

He pushed me down and I moaned weakly, sinking gratefully to my knees, but he held onto the rope, raising my arms up above my head again, and when I was fully down on my knees, he did something with the rope, tying it around the pergola again!

“But... but...”

Ohmygod!

I was face to face with his thick erection! I stared at it, entranced. It was big and it was hard and it was thick and it was pointing right at me! My heart was pounding, but it wasn't like I could say no at this point! Even if I wanted to, and a part of me certainly did!

But I leaned in and slid my lips over the head, amazed and feeling another thrill at how wide I had to open my mouth!

He drew back, though. His hand slid behind my head, into my tangled, still very damp hair, and I gasped as he tightened his grip and pulled my face forward. At the same time, his other hand gripped his cock and raised it up and back against his belly. He drew me in against the bottom.

“Start at the bottom,” he said in that calm, certain, absolute voice. “Start with my balls.”

I moaned at another rush of heat, but obeyed, kissing and then licking at his balls, sucking them into my mouth, gripped by a sense of unreality and shock. How was this happening!? I was crazy to let this happen! Him, well, he was a man and they're all sluts anyway! I should have said no!

But instead I sucking his balls, and my arms were high above me and tied in place as he guided me upward, still holding his cock.

“Lick, trace your tongue from side to side, gently, then go back down and lick straight up.”

My mind was so blitzed I didn't even mind him telling me what to do! And hey, he was my boss, right? I know that sounds bizarre but... I wasn't going to contradict Collins!

I did as he told, licking and kissing my way up his cock. He let it fall forward, and guided me to sucking it from the sides, to playing it like a flute, or a harmonica, sliding my lips up and down, then sliding down to suck his balls again.

And then, finally, he guided me back onto his head, and I spread my lips wide and sucked it into my mouth, taking it along my tongue, moaning as I rolled my eyes up to meet his. He began to pump slowly in and out, at the same time, pulling on my head, on my hair, fucking my mouth! I felt very... vulnerable, very helpless, but at the same time that sense of wild, thrilling dark heat was growing even more powerful within me.

I gasped and winced as he twisted his fingers in my hair, then let out a little gasp of pain as he jerked my head up and back. He gripped his cock in one hand, my hair in the other, and rubbed the long, slick shaft and head along the nape of my neck, and up along my cheek, across my lips, and then into my mouth once again.

I shuddered, heat rolling through me as his thick cock slid along my tongue... and kept going.

It wasn't like I hadn't deep throated a guy before. I mean, when I was really turned on, I could do it, and, yes, I was really turned on. But I hadn't even thought about it yet! It wasn't my decision! I had no time to consider, to prepare, to get ready. He just pushed forward, his hands behind my head pulling me forward and his slick, spongy cockhead pushed into my throat and continued right on down it!

I started to gag only when he was halfway down my neck! He ignored my helpless spasming and jerking limbs, pulling me smoothly forward, pushing his hips forward until he was buried in my throat! I stared at his skin, his flesh, pressed right against my mouth and face! My throat ached! I'd never felt so full!

“Good girl,” I heard him groan.

He kept himself buried in my throat for long seconds as I squirmed and whined and my head began to pound and my chest began to burn! Then, slowly, he eased back out, the feel of his thick shaft caressing the inside of my throat an amazing sensation as it moved back! He pulled free, and I coughed helplessly, saliva pouring over my lower lip and onto my still-damp chest as he rubbed himself against my face again.

I gulped in air, eyes blinking and chest heaving, my wrists aching above me.

“I don't want the first time to be in your mouth,” he said, untying the rope from the pergola. Some of you younger people seem to feel that's not real sex.”

What? What did he... what was he saying, I thought dazedly.

He pulled on the rope and I half fell, half stumbled forward on my knees as he pulled me away from the pergola. Then he gave a final jerk on the rope and I fell forward onto my belly, catching myself on my hands with a gasp.

He moved quickly, kneeling, grasping my legs, jerking them apart. Then his hands were on my hips, yanking them up into the air.

Crack!

“Ow!” I yelped at the sudden, sharp slap to my bottom.

“Hips up, Chloe, and legs apart,” he ordered.

Crack!

“Oh! Don't!” I gasped, even as I scrambled to obey.

I started to push myself up on my arms but his big hand pressed down between my shoulders, jamming my breasts down against the deck again even as I felt him rubbing himself up and down against he slick, swollen opening of my sex.

I felt another of those little rushes of panic, that I had to say no, had to resist, had to show him I wasn't a slut, but already I could feel the pressure against the mouth of my sex as he pushed forward, and I had no time to think, not time to formulate any words, not time to even decide if I should resist or just pretend to resist or – .

“Oh! Ungh! Oh!” I gasped at the incredible pressure!

He stretched the mouth of my sex wide, then slid into me, thick, warm and slick with oil and saliva. I shuddered, my fingers clawing at the deck as I felt him pushing forward into my belly. It ached, but... it ached so wonderfully!

Crack!

“Ow!”

He had slapped my ass again!

“Hips high,” he ordered.

I moaned helplessly, pushing my hips higher, then gasped as his hand slid forward along my spine and buried itself in my hair. He yanked back on my hair harshly, making me cry out again, forcing my chin off the deck and head back. But at the same time his hand was pushing down against to stop me from rising!

His cock began to pump in and out, and I moaned and dazedly wondered again how things had come to this so quickly. But a hot, churning storm of heat was in my belly and growing in strength and pressure, spreading upward into my chest, into my breasts, which ached as they were ground against the deck.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped.

Crack!

“Watch your language,” he said mildly.

It wasn't much deterrence, and my mind wasn't necessarily into that cause and effect stuff just then anyway.

“Fuck!” I gasped as he pushed deeper still.

Crack! His hand slapped against my bottom again with a sharp, stinging blow.

It felt amazing, incredible! I had never felt so full inside! It ached as he pushed himself into parts of me I didn't think had ever felt anything before, and all I could do was moan and shudder as he held me tightly before him.

He started to pump. I had to stay kind of sharply bent over, my ass high, my thighs straight, my belly almost pressed back against them as he thrust, and any time I eased or relaxed that position his hand would slap down on my ass and he'd tell me, in that determined voice, to keep my hips up.

But really, ninety percent of my mind was focused on the feel of him inside me, on the slow, deep stroke of his shaft inside my aching, burning belly.

And there was something wild and hot and outrageous about this position, about being ordered to be in this position, about him holding me, tying my wrists, slapping me... it was all dark and kinky and thrilling like nothing else I'd ever experienced in my life!

It was like I was utterly helpless, like I was his total bitch!

His cock moved faster as my body began to adjust (somehow!), and if anything, moved even deeper! I gasped and grunted with every deep thrust, shuddering and moaning as the heat enveloped me. A storm of sensations and emotions had my mind spinning and roiling in helpless flustered confusion as he rode me, as he fucked me, as he used me.

And it only got worse.

He became rougher, pulling more sharply on my hair, yanking on my hips, slapping my ass, all while his hips pounded against me! I began to feel this sharp little ache deep, deep inside at the bottom of every deep thrust, as the head of his cock jammed harder against the very end of my pussy!

That ache began to grow worse, and yet to shift and twist into something which caught breathless hold on my mind. It was the imagery, the wild thrill of being so deeply penetrated, of being ridden like a... like an animal, that was driving me into an almost intoxicated state of sexual arousal!

Sex had never been like this! Oh, I'd had some fumbling wrestling matches with boys, had sex with guys so eager they'd been kind of unrestrained. But this didn't seem anything like that. This wasn't unrestrained so much as... just a hard, determined, even ruthless – pounding!

I didn't feel like Collins was the least bit out of control. I got the sense he was riding me the way he thought a man ought to ride a girl, and that a part of what he was doing was, in a way, showing me just how powerful he was, and how weak I was. And it was hard to disagree with that no matter what comparison you wanted to use.

He yanked hard on my hair suddenly and I cried out in pain. But this time he yanked me up and back against him, his other arm going around me, hand thrusting down between my legs, fingers roughly stroking across my clitoris as he bit into the nape of my neck.

It was all so... I guess overwhelming is the best way to put it. The emotions, the sensations, the whole thing was just so far beyond my experience it was stunning in how wild and wicked and animalistic it was! I felt my buttocks grinding against him, felt his cock jammed up inside me as his hand abandoned my hair and slid up under my jaw instead.

I turned my head and his lips locked to mine again as he ground himself against me, still stroking my clit, then his lips pulled away, though his breaths were hot and quick against my cheek.

“Have you ever given yourself to a man before, Chloe?” he asked hotly.

I was dazed by it all, and the question confused me. Could he possibly think I was a virgin? No, of course not, so what did he mean?

He threw me forward onto my hands, and I cried out again as he yanked back on my hair, forcing my face down flat against the deck. He thrust harder, his hips slapping against my buttocks with bruising force as his big cock churned my insides into a frothing pit of heat.

Crack! His hand slapped against my ass again, then yanked on my hair. His right hand then shot down to fill itself with my breasts, squeezing hard.

The orgasm spiraled up quickly, then hit with explosive, sensations screaming up my body to make my head explode! I felt myself beginning to thrash and twist and buck in helpless convulsions as I gurgled in dazed wonder. The orgasm was even more powerful than the first one, and was like a howling storm of music centered around the hard, steady, pounding beat of his cock spearing into my body again and again!

It was incredible! I writhed in paroxysms of dazed pleasure, a mindless bitch in heat as I clung frantically to the wild pleasure, wanting it to never leave me! Just as I was sure it had peaked, it peaked again, and I cried out helplessly, still pounded by his hips, by his cock, crying out again as he yanked on my hair and roughly groped my breast.

By the time it finally seeped away I was … shell-shocked, and utterly drained! I felt myself going limp, boneless, groaning, gasping for breath, eyes slitted. He was still fucking me, but I didn't care. He was still pounding against my ass, still jamming himself inside me, but I was feeling a glorious sense of languor where nothing much mattered to me but laying there and maybe falling asleep.

He quickened his pace, and his strokes got more shallow, and then, just as the languor started to seep out of me he cursed low under his breath, and his strokes changed entirely. They became short, sharp, determined, with a short pause between each one. They lengthened, and then stopped.

He released my hips and I groaned, staying more or less in place for long, then sagging to to the deck. I groaned, rolling onto my side, and curled up into a fetal position, still gripped by a sense of bliss and relaxation.