Summer in Sexual Hell

A Summer in Sexual Hell

       Tim Prescott was on a plane from Atlanta to Los Angeles to spend six weeks of his summer vacation with his father.  Tim was seventeen and had lived in Atlanta for nearly four years since his mother had moved there to be near her parents after she and Tim’s father, Peter Prescott, divorced.  Tim spent summers and winter vacations with his father.  Peter, 44, was a multimillion dollar real estate tycoon in LA with a palatial mansion in Bel Air, beach homes in San Diego and Hawaii and an apartment in New York City.   Since his divorce, he had had a series of spectacularly beautiful girl friends, using his vast fortune to woo them.

Tim had to admit to himself that spending time in LA was a turn-on since his father’s girl friends were always around displaying themselves by the pool in micro bikinis.  He wondered idly what his father’s latest trophy chick looked like.  Peter had told him that this time he had a live-in girl friend named Lucia Sanchez and had added lasciviously that she was just like her name.

       Tim had had a few girl friends himself since he was now developing quite a physique.  Football and weight lifting had given him the build of a hunk, although he was psychologically still pretty immature.  He had not acquired that much sexual experience so far, just some heavy petting, which had led to a few premature ejaculations.  His last girl friend had actually given him a hand-job, but he hadn’t managed to hold out for more than 30 seconds.

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       While Tim was in the air fantasizing about the mysterious Lucia Sanchez, the real Lucia Sanchez, who was much more delicious than anything Tim could have imagined, was lying completely naked next to the pool at Peter Prescott’s estate.  She had just finished her strenuous morning workout, which consisted of an hour of aerobic exercise (either swimming, aerobics or spinning) followed by either an hour of martial arts or an hour of weight training.  The workout and the nude tanning were both essential parts of Lucia’s professional life.  As an internet and fitness model, she had to keep her superb body in superb shape, and, since her photo shoots often involved naked shots, she kept every part of her body covered by a dark, golden tan. 

And superb every part of her body was.  At 5’7” tall, Lucia’s build was fine-boned and slender with 35-22-34 measurements.  At 110 lbs, she did not have a ounce of fat on her.  Even her size DD breasts were firm, round, and tipped with hard nipples like bullets.  They jutted out aggressively, looking like they were made more for violence than maternal nurturing.  Her workout regimen had given her hard legs, washboard abs and tautly muscled arms, but her muscles were lean rather than bulky.  She had only added about five pounds to her normal 105 lb weight from her weight training. 

Lucia’s face was haughty and hard, with Latin features that gave her an exotic look.  She was a classic Hispanic beauty, with silky, olive skin, high cheek bones and long black hair that she wore either down the middle of her back or up in a French twist.  Her almond-shaped brown eyes were cold as icicles, her lips full and more frequently curved in an arrogant smirk than a smile.  Lucia was Colombian where her family had been part of the wealthy elite.  She grew up accustomed to privilege, which meant having servants whom she expected to fulfill her every demand.    She was used to commanding people from the lower classes and to feeling no compunctions about indulging her tendencies towards cruelty.  As she reached sexual maturity, she had also exploited these servants to satisfy her erotic needs.  

       Lucia slathered sun tan lotion over her body, erotically caressing her breasts, belly and labia.  Then, her long-nailed fingers centered on her clitoris and she began to expertly stimulate herself to orgasm.  It was not long in coming.  Her workout usually left her aroused.  In fact, Lucia was so highly sexed that it was not unusual for her to have three orgasms a day – and sometimes as many as five or six (one in the morning either after she woke up or after her work out, sometimes one in the afternoon and two or three at night).  Once, in college, she had had fourteen orgasms while riding three different guys who had been tied spread eagled to bedposts.

       As Peter Prescott had discovered after he began dating her, Lucia was a sadist, an amateur dominatrix who got her sexual kicks from cruelly abusing her lovers: the more she abused them, the more orgasms she had.  They had met at a party and Peter had fallen for her immediately.  They left together and made wild love for hours that night.  In the morning, after Lucia had left, Peter awoke to discover his body covered with bruises, scratches and dried blood.  His cock had teeth marks and welts from Lucia’s sharpened nails.  His balls ached, first from the teasing that she had subjected them to in the first part of the night and then from the repeated orgasms she had coaxed out of them later on.  He felt thoroughly drained, but totally hooked. 

       For Lucia, this was no surprise since she was very familiar with the effect that she had on men.  She had been playing these games since high school, when she discovered how much she got off on dominating and hurting boys.  A born cock teaser, she had left a trail of bruised egos and even more bruised bodies behind her by the time she graduated.  Some guys she merely teased mercilessly until they walked away with blue balls.  If they tried to grope her, they got slapped hard across the face or, if she was feeling particularly mean, she raked their faces with her sharp nails.  Some guys she allowed to fuck her, but it was always on her terms, which meant that either she was on top and ripped their chests with her nails or she was on the bottom and ripped the hell out of their backs and buttocks.  She also discovered the joys of oral sex, which meant making guys eat her out while she sat on their faces or biting their hard erections under the rims after bringing them right to the verge of cumming.  No wonder that she had a reputation in high school for being the ultimate bitch, which didn’t stop the guys from coming back for more.

       In college, she had continued her nasty ways but added new tricks.  She learned how to practice bondage and became an expert in the use of paddles and whips.  She turned her sorority into a dominatrix dungeon that came to be feared by every frat boy on campus.  Never very serious about her education, she pulled high grades by seducing and dominating her professors (three of them fell victim to her wiles, one going through a divorce after she punished him by revealing their affair to his wife).

       It was in college that Lucia began her modeling career, at first by entering a contest on a whim.  She posed for various magazines and then had her big break when Penthouse discovered her.  Her spread as the “Pet of the month” led to many more modeling opportunities and to her own website.  She even starred in some erotic movies.  As a result of these activities, it was not unusual for her to receive invitations to parties with wealthy men who wanted to be in the company of beautiful women.  These were not precisely “escort” opportunities, but there was a definite expectation of sex if the girls went home with any of the men.  Lucia didn’t mind because she knew that she would always be control.

       At 21, she dropped out of college to pursue her career.  Five years later, it was just such a party that brought her together with Peter.  After their night together, she had done some research on who he was and was impressed.  This was a man who was worth her while.  In the weeks that followed, she both seduced and enslaved him.  The two were really the same for her.  And, Peter, like many powerful men, had a submissive side.  He fell for her hard.

       They dated for three weeks.  After the first night, Lucia began to play her cock teasing games.  She denied Peter sex, all the while making him want her more intensely than he had ever wanted any woman.  After a week of teasing, during which time she had him eat her to orgasm countless times, she cleverly began to insinuate conditions for having sex.  Soon enough, he agreed to being tied up on his bed.  Next, she slapped him hard for a small infraction, which was always an important turning point in her domination scenarios.  It wasn’t long before she was flagellating him with her collection of whips, crops, and paddles.  She handled him so brilliantly that he barely realized how much of his autonomy – and anatomy -- he had surrendered.

       At the end of three weeks, Lucia announced that she was moving in.  It was not a question, but an announcement.  Peter had no choice – not that he wanted any.  With Lucia now installed in his house, he never knew when he would be summoned summarily in the middle of work to clean her ass with his tongue or scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush.  If he did a good job, he might be rewarded with a suck or a fuck; if not, with a severe lashing on his ass or genitals.  He never knew what to expect, but he did know that he had never experienced such sexual excitement.

       Lucia had taken over the running of the house and promptly fired most of the staff, replacing them with men of her own choosing.  Peter noticed that she only hired men and wondered nervously if she was screwing any of them.  But he knew better than to ask.  She also undertook some renovations, creating a full scale gym to support her workout addiction.

       As she lay on her tanning chaise lounge, she reflected on how well things had worked out with Peter.  She had him totally under her manicured thumb and was able to enjoy to the hilt the private jet, yacht and vacation homes of this fabulously wealthy man, who, at 44 was still in great shape and good looking.  But Lucia was also getting restless.  Monogamy was not for her, no matter how good the conditions.  She rarely kept a boy friend for more than a month and she had perfected breaking up to an art.  Usually the poor guy ended up with a serious case of busted balls, if not worse. As Peter had rightly suspected, Lucia was getting off with some of the staff, incredibly good looking hunks whom she had hired with that purpose in mind.

       When Peter had announced to her a week ago that his son Tim was coming for summer vacation, Lucia’s interest had perked up immediately.  She had seen the pictures of Tim on Peter’s desk and had noted what a good looking kid he was.  It had been a long time since she had had a chance to work her wiles on a much younger man.  In high school and college, she had enjoyed dominating inexperienced boys who would do anything to be near such a perfect goddess.  But the last one of these exploitative relationships had been five years earlier.  Tim looked like a perfect mark.  And even though she didn’t think she had any attraction to incest, the thought of fucking a boy and his father at the same time did turn her on.

       Peter had stammeringly asked her if they could put the brakes on some of their activities while Tim was in the house.  Lucia just flounced her hair, laughed and told him that it would all depend on how well he, Peter, behaved, but adding, ominously, “if your son is anything like you, then he’s probably going to get in a lot of trouble on his own.”

       Lucia knew that adolescent boys had great difficulty keeping their hands off their cocks, so she decided that she would need to spy on what Tim was doing in his room.  She took aside Tom, the daytime security guard (and 6 foot, 210 lb former marine) and told him that she wanted webcams hidden in Tim’s bedroom and bathroom, with the feed going to her computer.  She also wanted to rig the house intercom so that she could have the mike in her bedroom relay to Tim’s room.  Tom protested: “I can’t do that, it’s against company policy.”  Lucia replied coolly: “Maybe you should have thought of that before you fucked me.  Isn’t that against company policy also?  I wonder how hard it’s going to be to get another job if your letter of reference says you were let go for assaulting your boss’s girl friend?”  Tom was flabbergasted: “What do you mean!?”  “I think you know exactly what I mean.  Now, let’s stop wasting time and get those cameras up.”

       Tom did as he was told, wondering now whether he should have let himself be seduced by Lucia.  What a bitch!  But what a fuck she was!  He had had a lot of women, but never anything like her – it was a combination of how she looked, how she moved and how she felt inside.  Her shaved pussy was the tightest he could remember and it gripped his cock like a powerful muscle.  Even now that he was pissed off at her for blackmailing him, he felt himself getting hard at the memory of her body.

       When he finished, he went to test the cams on her computer.  They worked perfectly and so did the microphones that he had installed.  Lucia watched him silently, her arms folded over her erect breasts which were half visible through her diaphanous silk shirt.  All she wore in addition was a tiny black thong and her usual five inch stiletto heels.  After he showed her how the system worked, she suddenly said in a sharp tone: “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you challenged me earlier.  I won’t stand for such insubordination.  Now get down on your knees!”  Tom was dumbfounded: “What??”  “I said get down on your knees.  If you make me repeat myself, I’ll just go call your agency and file a complaint about your behavior.  Now, what’s it going to be?” 

Lucia’s hands were on her hips and her eyes shot daggers at Tom.  Something in her fierce look made his knees turn to jelly and, without thinking further, Tom dropped to his knees.  What happened next happened so fast that Tom barely registered it.  Lucia took two quick steps towards him, seized a bunch of his hair with her left hand and delivered two savage, stinging slaps to his left cheek with her right palm and then two backhand slaps to his right cheek.  If she hadn’t been holding him upright with her left hand, the slaps would have knocked him over.  As it was, besides the burning sensation on his cheeks, he saw stars and heard bells ringing.  His eyes filled with tears from the intense pain and humiliation. 

Lucia had perfected her slapping technique in high school and college.  She had noticed from the first few times she had slapped guys how much it humiliated them.  She also discovered that by placing the slap just right on their cheeks she could get them to tear up and, if she was lucky, even start crying.  Now slapping had become second nature to her and she carefully planned when to administer the first slap as the declaration that her victim du jour was to be under her thumb.  On occasion, a man resisted her and tried to strike back.  If that happened, she was prepared to use her formidable martial arts skills.  But most were so stunned that they couldn’t respond.  The literal “loss of face” that came from her palm was enough to cow even rugged ex-marines like Tom who weighed a full 100 lbs more than her.

“You cross me again, there will be a lot more where that came from and I’ll do it where it hurts even more,”  Lucia spat ferociously in his face and then gave him a violent shove on the chest with the sole and heel of her shoe.  Tom fell on his back.  Lucia leaned down and swiftly undid his belt, yanked down the zipper of his pants, pulled them around his thighs and extracted his cock from his underwear.  Staring up at her erect nipples and flaring nostrils, Tom realized that she was about to fuck him.  His cock, always faster than his brain, was already stiff.  She took a condom which she had stuck in the waist string of her thong and expertly pulled it over his hard-on.   Then, without missing a beat, she swung her lean, lithe body over his, pushed the pubic patch of her thong aside and impaled herself on his 10 inch rod.  He reached up and grabbed her glistening size DD globes as she jack-hammered his organ with her cunt.  With her right hand she furiously strummed her clit while her left hand clawed at his shoulder and neck. 

Her pussy muscles contracted powerfully on her down strokes and released on the up strokes.  He felt like she was going to swallow his cock inside her and spit it out mangled to death.  The sensations in his genitals were overwhelming and, just when he didn’t think he could take it any more without fainting, she gave a sharp cry and her sex canal clamped down like a vise on his organ in a wrenching orgasm.  Tom’s cock and balls answered the call and he exploded, shooting wads of thick white jism into the condom.  Lucia collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily.  After a long moment, she pulled herself off of him.  “Go clean yourself off,” she said coldly, “and then get back to your station.”