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He smiled happily, while there remained a touch of mystery in his eyes. “A place to dance, but you have to get there early to find a seat. You do like dancing?”
He was whisking her down the street so fast that Jocelyn didn’t have a chance to answer, but the assumptions he made about her were accurate. Dancing would just be another delirium to dwell in for a while.
When they entered the disco, the music was already playing and the dance floor was full of moving bodies. Hips jerked in time to the rock beat, breasts grazed against chests, and hands were making pilgrimages to the altars of gratification between thighs. Though it wasn’t yet dark outside, the only light inside came from strings of tiny Christmas lights that flashed erratically, and one large strobe light that blinded the eyes every few seconds. Pushed against Andre’s body, Jocelyn found herself squashed from behind by one woman and two men alternately. With the woman, she was ass to ass, their hips moving to the same languid beat. The feel of the woman’s warm body was too enjoyable to beg off in embarrassment. And embarrassment would have been inappropriate considering the erotic tango of the room. Inhibitions seemed unnecessary. She had not one partner, but many, the mood so ripe with sexuality she half expected the disco to strip down to an orgy. Whatever drink Andre had hustled down her throat at the café came on strong in that charged environment. She was glad for wearing low-heeled sandals when she almost toppled into a woman beside her.
When Andre’s arms pulled her back to him they danced much closer. Jocelyn felt the heat of him, his pulsing groin perhaps most of all. Remembering the sizable organ inside his pants and how sweetly it had dealt with her sex hungry body that afternoon, she felt for it with her hands as much as her thighs. For what might have been an hour they moved together in the frenzy of the room. A few more drinks did nothing to dull her senses; rather with them heightened by the liquor, propriety fell away. She allowed Andre’s hands to meander freely about her body, and then at last, when they danced to a slower beat, his hand moved up inside her dress deeply enough to finger her clitoris. Pushed into a dark corner beyond the flashing lights, Jocelyn climaxed on his hand and collapsed to his chest ready to pass out.
Andre led her from the disco back to her hotel room, where the dark foreigner used her cunt and ass to massage his cock. She remembered him mostly when he breached her back door, arriving there with a smooth transition from her cunt. Well juiced, he was swift to plumb her depths. And while on hands and knees he probed hard, he held her by the hair with one hand, while he reached about so she could suck his fingers with her mouth. As he was about to come, he let go her hair and her shoulders dropped to the mattress. A fingernail etched a tiny line down her back to make her shiver. When he got to her wide open anus, he inserted that finger along with his cock. A second finger, and she thought she’d rip apart. But oh, what flames burned in her ass! As if lightning had struck the earth, she was the earth taking man inside to breed in her dark fertile soil. A split second of happiness exploded all her thoughts away as she felt Andre’s orgasm spew inside. Then a ripe spasm of pain followed as she realized how seriously he’d rent her backside.
Not immediately withdrawing, the cock and fingers remained inside massaging her. Then the easy in and out motion was joined by his punishing attentions to her swollen clit.
“Ohmygod!” she screamed. Her body jerked hard but didn’t jerk him out. He rode with her all the way to the final convulsion with her ass pressed against his invading hand.
“You’re a good fuck,” Andre whispered in her ear while he held her shivering body afterwards.
With the sex over, she trembled hard, tears streaming down her cheeks, her mind struggling to remember his face, not Andre’s face or Ian’s, but Reggie’s face, that aristocratic visage of haughtiness that meant love to her. She regretted that it was not her husband that had just defiled her ass. Then she would have kissed him. But with this stranger, she could only smile when she stopped crying and utter a silent thank-you.
“You whore!”
Jocelyn woke hearing Ian’s voice prick her consciousness with his violent temper.
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bsp; “Get your ass out of my bed!” he roared more, catching the waking attention of Andre, who was quick to dress and exit the den of terror.
Conveniently naked, Jocelyn went over Ian’s lap. For the second time in hours her ass felt the biting pain of a man determined to make a point with her rear flesh. Ian just struck the skin however, his wrath delivering a righteous spanking. He began with his hand until her rear cheeks were piping hot and she was screaming for him to stop. But deciding that basic measure was not enough to assuage his fury, he pulled her with him, she kicking madly, to the closet where he found a leather belt to deliver the rest of his message.
“You fucking whore!” he charged again, once he had her flung over the back of a chair so he could abuse her ass properly.
“I’m not a whore!” she roared back at him.
“You belong to me!” he bellowed, letting the double leather belt rip through the air defiantly. The end result, the punishment stung like wasps attacking her behind with venom. Strike after strike, a dozen, two dozen landed with such an angry abandon, she was too stunned to protest. Still feeling the inebriation of the evening cloud her mind, she took the punishment feeling all the guilt that Ian wanted her to associate with the act. But in her mind, it was not Ian she’d cheated on having anal sex with the foreigner, it was Reggie. In Reggie’s stead she was punished. Maybe in some time zone, in some altered dimension he’d know.
“I want you to stay put when I say so,” Ian continued his belligerent tirade. “That man might have murdered you!”
He was being irrational. That Jocelyn decided as she heard the repeated accusations and false concerns that spewed from his lips.
“You’re just jealous,” she cried when she got her wits about her.
“You’re damned right I am!” he confirmed, the belt adding a proper exclamation point hitting her squarely in the middle of her flaming ass. He didn’t stop there but peppered that raw spot with several more biting blows. “You want in my bed, you want my protection, you want this little romp of yours across the continent, you will not defy me again!”
He continued with the furious spanking making certain that his anger was finally spent—and because he liked admiring his handiwork. Standing back for some moments, he tortured her more by making her maintain the pose while he decided when he’d let her up. When he saw that the blush on her blistered bottom was finally beginning to fade, he began playing with her behind.
“He took your ass?” he asked.
“He did.”
“Then I’ll take it too!”
“No, Ian, it’s so sore.”
“Gee, that’s really too bad,” he said. His fingers were already at the opening, stretching the sphincter to make her ready—which she wouldn’t be. Not this morning.
It wasn’t even dawn, though Jocelyn could hear the birds singing outside, their battle for food already begun for the day as they flit from vine to bush to vine about the verdant greenery on the patio. Such was the backdrop for the pain of this second forceful ass rape of this strange night. He didn’t demand as much as Andre—only because he had no idea what that man had taken from her. But with no drug or liquor in her system to soothe the entry, the sensation was as sharp and more piercing. It took every ounce of courage, every conscious thought focused on letting go to make the penetration something other than brutal. She had no desire to feel pleasure from Ian at that moment, she simply wanted to avoid more pain. And yet, the man managed to ease her body into the joy of it and let it take her on another orgasmic ride.
However, Jocelyn didn’t get the chance to have her climax. When Ian was done with her, just seconds after he withdrew from her ass, he pulled her from bed, shoved her into the shower, then scrubbed her down as if she was infected with some disease after her night of loose living.
“I didn’t bring you along to have you cuckold me with any man admiring your physical attributes.” With his wrath diminished, his voice was much softer as he spoke, even though the message was no less pointed.
