Dance, desire and domination (warning - rough)

They met up with the American couple for dinner, as planned. This was to be a more formal evening and they were all dressed accordingly. She thought the American looked very dapper in his black linen suit with an open necked white linen shirt. Smiling as she greeted them, she was already thinking ahead, to running her fingers through the hair that peeped out.

The dinner itself passed off without incident, although she was aware of him stealing glances at her as she chatted with his wife. His eyes moved up and down her body as she shifted in her seat, her focus on the woman before her, but the wriggles for him.

There was a band, and Sophie loved to dance. However, when she took to the floor she could see she was in the minority. Her partner stayed seated and the American seemed joined to his wife. Luckily the resort catered for this and a ‘gentleman dancer’ soon joined her on the dance floor. She was pleased firstly because it was the pool boy, obviously with an evening job, and secondly because he was an excellent dancer. Not very tall, and quite stocky, he moved with surprising grace that got Sophie’s mind turning over again. Was he so graceful in bed,? Did his cock match his body? She vowed she would find out.

They moved well as a couple although he was careful not to touch her body. ‘No mingling with the guests’, Sophie suspected, Sophie was more daring but did not want to put his job at risk, gliding close before sliding away, liking the way his eyes followed her. Pausing temporarily when up close, for artistic effect but also long enough to whisper, “I haven’t forgotten your fingers. I owe you”, before twisting way and returning to breath through a masking smile, “I’m going to let you fuck me my dear”, and retreating again.

They danced, on and off, for much of the evening, her dance partner even more attentive than before, if that were possible. In between dances, she returned to the dining table to joke and chat with their American friends, but also to flirt when his wife wasn’t looking now that Sophie was alive with music and dance, as well as the champagne that flowed.

Finally, the American agreed to join her in the dance floor as his wife acquiesced with a rather steely look. Sophie behaved well given the wife’s watchful gaze, but it made the dancing somewhat more formal. The difference in height was quite apparent and, resting her hands in his shoulders during a slow dance, she had to crane her neck to look up at him. He grinned, looking down the front of her dress, “it’s like dancing with a little girl at the prom”.

She moved in closer, using some other couples to shield them slightly, so he could better view the tiny pink tipped mounds and moved his hand from her hip to her bum.

“Oh, and I bet you would like that Daddy”, she smiled, teasing.

His hand remained there for the rest of the dance which she thought brave, until she noticed his wife had moved from the table. He saw her look and answered her unspoken question, “she has gone back to our room. Headache”.

Given more license now, Sophie danced more engagingly with her prey, moving in close on slow numbers so he could maul her with his hands, and gliding around or against his body as the music demanded. One song allowed for slow gyrations of her little bottom against his loins as he held her hips. Much taller than her, his cock was way up her back, and hard.

The evening was drawing to a close and the wife hadn’t returned, so she allowed herself to be swept up close again to breathe, on tippy toes, into his ear, “I want you” .

Smiling and holding her bottom tight, a finger deliciously poised in the crack, he asked. “When?”

‘Now’, she replied, grinning devilishly.

“But your husband?”, he questioned.

‘He’s not my husband”, she countered before swirling around him, adding, “anyway, he will be at the poker table for hours yet”, as she slid away from the dance floor, trailing a hand and a seductive glance back.

Once out of sight of the rest of the guests, she slipped her sandals off so they could take the short cut across the warm sand under the moonlight. They raced back to the apartment, arriving breathless at the door; from running and from anticipation.

She stood barefoot with her back to the door looking up at him, her tiny chest heaving. She was provocative and teasing.

”I’m not sure I should”, she started to say but her words were cut short as his mouth clamped onto hers as he swept her small body up into his arms. He pressed against her and, for a second, she though he was going to bang her right there and then, against the door.

She liked that thought but her hand grappled with the door handle and it flew open as they burst into the room, tumbling in a heap in the floor. Giggling like kids they rolled around and snogged messily, his tongue pushing in and out so suggestively. Her cunt ached for him in that moment.

She stood and motioned him to the bed. As he sprawled looking at her she slowly started to slip the thin black straps from her shoulders. His eyes were glued to her, as were her partner’s from the adjacent room. He had a full view, aided by the large dress mirror on the wall. They had planned this, and practiced before they had left for dinner that evening.

It was quiet. Slowly she let her dress fall hissing to the floor, going for maximum effect knowing that while the American ogled her tiny pink tipped breasts and, in turn, the tiny g-string that tried, and failed, to hide her sex, her partner admired the little round peachy bottom and the tableau spread before him.

She stepped out of her dress and moved to be near him in the bed, kneeling so he could muzzle her small pointy breasts. He looked down at the g-string then back up at her before twisting a finger in the gossamer thread and snapping it away. A sharp intake of breath as he caught sight of the completely smooth pussy that was unveiled. So recently and so expertly shaven quite bare.

“You really are quite the little girl, tonight”, he whispered as he admired her partner’s handiwork.

“Your little girl?”, she questioned, with her head tilted to one side, as she straddled his thighs and unzipped him. Fishing inside, her small hand quickly found his penis, hard and huge in her small fist. It stood up proud between them. She giggled naughtily, her small hands stroking up and down the smooth hairless penis that stood so erect before her. Circumcised, the head glistened wetly and demanded that she kiss it. Instinctively, she leaned forward and did so, before slipping her lips over the end.

He pulled her to him, his huge hands grasping her naked bottom roughly as he lifted her tiny frame, eager to put his fat cock inside her.

“Protection”, she urged, and he hastily slipped silver foil from a small pocket at this waist. She might have known he’d be prepared, but was nonetheless pleased he’d remedied her oversight. Quickly unwrapped, she smoothed the glistening lubricated sheath down over his proud member, making sure there was a good view from the next room. Now it was her turn to be impatient as she lifted herself up and plonked herself unceremoniously down hard to squat on his upraised penis as she put her hands in his shoulders.. She was wet and he slid inside easily up to the hilt, but was big for a small girl like Sophie.

She kissed him, bouncing in his lap, eager to cum wrapped in these huge arms. She leaned forward against the rod inside her so she could rub it on her clitoris. He sensed this and used his hands to grind her against him as he laughed, “You’re eager for a little girl. You dirty little bitch!”.

With that his mood seemed to change, and her orgasm was denied her as he stood, lifting her in his arms and pushed her to the wall. He started to fuck her vigorously now, her legs spread wide. Grunting in effort, he scraped her back up and down the rough wall, as she gasped with each powerful stroke. Her head banged painfully and she didn’t want it like this, but she was small and powerless before him even as her little fists fought against him.

He pulled his cock out and she was hopeful it was over, or that he might calm down but it was just a pause as he threw her into the bed. Roughly. She started to turn onto her back thinking to make it easy, get it over with, but he was upon her again, pulling her up to her hands and knees as he thrust inside her again. No questions, ****.

She yelped, such was the ****, and tried to move away but he dragged her back, “Oh no you don’t, little girl”, as he rammed her backwards onto his cock. He was so strong, so forceful, she widened her legs, squatting to accommodate him. Tears welled in her eyes. “No, no, please don’t”, she entreated, this wasn’t how it was meant to be. She could see her partner watching from the other room as she was possessed in front of him. She didn’t want him to see her like this, she felt used and degraded. but she had ****. She looked at him through big, tear filled eyes as his pretty baby girl was defiled in front of him.

Her hair was yanked back hard now as she was fucked with violent, angry thrusts, moved along on the bed every time he pushed in. His words in time with his actions.

“Bitch”.

“Cunt”.

“Whore”

Grunting, he took her like an animal, his bitch, and with one final triumphant thrust she felt him tense and cum.

He held himself in deep for what seemed like an eternity and she just hung her head in fear and shame, crying. Eventually he withdrew and slapped her bum hard but dismissively before he stood to zip up and leave her alone. He threw the used wet condom to leak onto her back.

“You’re a cunt, but a nice, tight little schoolgirl cunt”, he threw over his shoulder harshly as he stepped to the door and opened it. Through her misty eyes Sophie saw a figure silhouetted in the doorway that she recognised as his wife

“Well, well, well. What have we here?”, she cooed as she approached Sophie who was still kneeling naked on the bed trying to catch her breath.

Without warning, she slapped Sophie’s arse, making her jump in surprise.

“Nice little bum, my dear”, she drawled, exaggerating her accent purposefully, “I’ve been wanting a piece of that”, and she slapped her even harder this time, for emphasis, “ass!“ she grinned even as she rustled apart her evening gown.

Through her tear filled eyes Sophie could see that the gown was slit all the way up the front and now revealed a black, shiny rubber penis that jutted upwards and outwards. Towards Sophie.

Her throat went dry; she was sore and upset and just wanted to be left alone now, or at least be with her partner. Embarrassingly she realised he was probably still watching this unfold from the next room.

“Come on, girl, saddle up!”, the American woman boomed, and her husband guffawed from the doorway behind her. Distracted by his laugh, Sophie was taken by surprise. Literally, as the woman pushed her rubber cock roughly inside her.

“You dirty little bitch! You’re sopping wet!”, she mocked her, as she slid in deep so easily, “you must have given her a good tupping!”, she giggled across at her husband, but then started fucking Sophie roughly with her hands on her hips for better purchase.

Sophie hung her head in shame and snivelled as the tears rolled down either side of her nose. The woman used her, and quickly picked up a rhythm. The catches in her breath and her commentary as she thrust in and out of Sophie implied that she was enjoying using her. Immensely.

“Oh yes.. oh yes... such a lovely tight little snatch.. that’s a good girl... yes, like that baby, like that..”

The latter as Sophie started to move with her to make it better for her oppressor, hopefully to bring this to a conclusion.

Now she moved her hands around to cup underneath Sophie’s bum as she leaned backwards and away from her, angling her penis in and upwards, deeply. Sophie gasped as, despite herself, this felt pleasurable.

“Ooo ... our little kitten likes that baby”, the American threw over her shoulder to her husband, and she jabbed up again, with a thrust of her hips as she laughed, “See?”, and she poked again. “See?”, another upward thrust that made Sophie gasp.

Sophie felt her excitement building and she moved in time with the woman, **** back her tears. The woman’s fingers gripped her buttocks hard, very hard, and she felt the nails digging in, which she liked. The little finger of each hand circled and probed her anus as the woman fucked her and Sophie’s loins burned, nearing her climax.

She didn’t want to cum, she tried to deny it, but she rocked with the thrusts and the fingers, her eyes tight shut. Hating herself, she put a hand back between her legs and urged the fingers inside her, feeling the pressure building now.

Round and around the little fingers swirled in her asshole and backwards and forward the woman rocked inside her. Sophie came in waves, little judders of her body as she lost control.

“Can you see his honey? Can you believe this little pixie cunt just came?”, the woman shouted, her mouth open wide in mock horror as she showed Sophie’s arse off to her husband, with her fingers inside her.

At this, she pulled her cock out of Sophie and stretched across her back to whisper in her ear, “Take a deep breath honey”, and pushed the tip of her strappy up against Sophie’s anus. Surprised, Sophie froze but then tried to resist and move away.

She felt hands hold her wrists tight to the bed. He’d moved to the front now, and smiled directly in her face as he restrained her.

“Here, try this”, he urged, as he threw a pot of face cream from the bedside table to his wife.

The coldness on her anus told her his wife had success in smearing it on her and seconds later Sophie grunted unladylike as she felt his wife push her rubber penis inside her poor little bottom. Her eyes went wide and all she could do was look into his stupidly grinning face. He wouldn’t let her move away, he just leered at her as his wife fucked her ass.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”, she heard his wife utter, in time to the thrusts, behind her, all the time Sophie stuck looking into the husband’s eyes.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”, triumphant yells now from the wife as she leaned over Sophie’s back and kissed him as she orgasmed energetically, forcing the black rubber painfully deep inside Sophie before they all collapsed in a heap on her bed.

They lay there for a few minutes, Sophie’s breath coming in shudders, the American couple laughing and joking and kissing across her, like she was an accessory. Then they untangled themselves and made themselves presentable before leaving the room, still laughing and joking about their ‘cheap bit of schoolgirl ass’.

The room now dark and silent. Sophie rolled over onto the bed into a ball, broken, and sobbed.