Predator Tales Ch 05

Nikki was a real eye-catcher. High-breasted, small and slim, she was bursting with vivacity. Curly auburn hair framed big, sky-blue eyes and saucy Cupid's bow lips.

I'd hired her a couple of years before almost solely on the basis of her looks. I was willing to play the long game with women like her, investing my time and my money.

Then again, money had never been a problem. I had my own a successful business plus I'd inherited a bundle from dear old Dad.

So, I kept promoting her more than she deserved, tempting her to get used to spending more. Judging by the clothes she wore and the big new house she bought, that's exactly what she did.

Extended, now she really needed the money to keep on coming.

She was still only in her mid-twenties and married to a social worker called Mick, an insipid hand-wringing sort who felt all the troubles of the world were caused by wealthy men like me.

If that wasn't reason enough to bed his sexy little wife, then I don't know what was.

Mick ran a charity to support used and abused women. Soft-hearted Nikki helped him out with some events, using her sales skills to raise money.

A year back she'd fallen pregnant. I got the impression this wasn't planned but nonetheless she'd seen it through and now loved the kid to bits.

Trouble was, the baby boy was sickly and over the last three months she'd taken a lot of time off work to look after him.

Now was my opportunity.

She came to my office at the appointed time, unsuspecting and with a bright smile. As usual, she looked so sparky you expected her to burst into song at any minute.

Despite the lively, wholesome vibe, there was just a hint of the minx about her. She dressed to emphasise her trim figure, with tight jumpers to show off her perky breasts, and skirts just slightly shorter than might be considered seemly. Short enough that when she sat down and crossed her shapely legs, I caught a glimpse of her white panties.

"Look, Nikki," I said, "you're doing a great job when you're here, but you're not here often enough."

She sat forward earnestly. "I would if I could but my baby's been so unwell."

"Why can't Mick look after him?"

She shook her head. "There's always a crisis at the women's refuge. Life or death stuff sometimes. It's just..."

"...just that you think sales of security systems are less important. Well, they're important to me, they're important to all the people I employ. As it is, I seem to be subsidising your husband's charity. For example, why did you take yesterday off? Couldn't Mick have looked after your little boy?"

Uncrossing her legs she shuffled in her little handbag for a tissue. Once again, I had been afforded a peak at her panties. I swear I glimpsed the crease of her sex against the fabric.

She dabbed at a tear. "He's away at a conference this week. But, don't worry, my mother's here to babysit so I'll be in every day from now on."

"We've been here before, Nikki. When the week is up, your mother will go back home and it'll start happening again. I think I'm going to have to let you go." I tried to sound as regretful as I could.

She hesitated, and for an instant those wide, clear blue eyes narrowed as she made some sort of calculation. Again, I glimpsed the minx. "Have pity Mr. Marlow! Surely there's something we can do?"

"I don't see what, short of you coming to work every day."

"Isn't there anything else I can do?" and she gave me a lazy smile.

And that's when I smelled a great big rat. It had been way too easy to get here. Just one threat, little in the way of tears and absolutely no persuasion or arm twisting. It might still have flown if she'd ever shown the slightest attraction to me, but she hadn't.

This just wasn't like her.

I'm an avid chess player and I'm hard-wired to think several moves ahead. This served me well now for I instantly realised I was in danger of finding myself in check.

I also saw how I could avoid it.

And then how I could move on to mate.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" I asked.

She shrugged.

I nodded. "Very well, come to my home this evening at 8pm!" Then, as though it was an afterthought, "Oh yeah, make sure you wear something slutty!"

I was watching her on the CCTV as she strode down my path on her high heels, a long, heavy coat covering her body. I was disappointed until she got to the door and took the coat off, revealing a tiny tartan skirt which showed off her lean, tanned legs and a white shirt with the top buttons undone. Her bra was pushing her breasts up so I could see the bare tops of two perfect hemispheres.

She rang. Though I was very angry with her, I fixed a smile on my face and opened the door. Without exchanging greetings, we went through to the lounge. She placed her little handbag on the coffee table, her coat on the sofa and then took a seat there, her legs primly together.

I noticed the handbag was slightly open.

I offered her something to eat or a drink but she refused. Her big blue eyes regarded me with uncharacteristic intensity.

She was all business. "If I'm going to go through with this, I need to get it all perfectly straight," she said.

"Sounds reasonable."

"If I let you fuck me, I get to keep my job."

"I absolutely guarantee it," I said,

"And if I don't, I'm fired?"

"Regrettably."

She was so wound up she was forgetting to give me the usual accidental glimpse of her panties.

"It doesn't matter to you that I'm married, you don't care that I have a little baby. You just want to fuck me and you won't hesitate to use blackmail or coercion to get your way."

I nodded, "You've got it."

She blinked in surprise at my candour but then smiled, thinking she'd won. "And you've done this before, lots of times. That's why you hire mainly young women and girls so you can take your pick. Trouble is, we girls talk and we compare notes."

That was unwelcome news but I kept my face impassive.

She pointed a long fingernail at me. "You're a user, a predator, just like the men we sometimes have to deal with at the women's refuge. Brutes, used to getting just what they want when they want it."

I shrugged. "That's perhaps a little harsh, Nikki, but not far off the mark."

That I wasn't denying anything meant I wasn't keeping to the script she thought I should be following. Doubt briefly wrinkled her forehead, but she continued. "Well, now the tables are turned, now I have you where I want you." Triumphantly, she reached across to her bag and unclipped something that had been attached to the open hinge.

She lifted it out and showed it to me in the palm of her hand.

We sell security and surveillance systems and I immediately recognised one of our own. A tiny camera with in-built mike, no doubt Bluetoothed to her phone which would pump the video and audio to a server God-knows-where. "I have your admission taped, sight and sound," she said. "Now you're going to do what I want."

"Such as?"

The minx had come to the surface and those wonderful little Cupid's Bow lips were giving me a taunting smile. "Perhaps you give a shitload of cash to the refuge. Wouldn't that be fitting? Supporting women ruined by men like you. Or maybe I call the police. You could get years for this. And as for all your precious security contacts, they'll disappear like morning mist."

I nodded. "And, let me guess, there might be some money in it for you as well."

If only she hadn't smirked at me then, I might have gone much easier on her.

Smiling back at her, I reached a finger over to a box of tissues on the coffee table. It was hollow so, when I lifted it, she could see the Bluetooth jammer underneath. Our latest, it worked wonders, a digital bloodhound following and blanking out the Bluetooth whatever frequencies it shifted to.

Nikki was always sharp and, credit where credit is due, she immediately realised the danger she was in. Without my confession, anything that happened here tonight would be her word against mine. That she'd turned up alone at my house at night dressed like a whore would not help her case.

She sprang to her feet but I grabbed her arm, spun her round and threw her face-down on the sofa. She yelped in pain, though at the time I didn't understand why. She tried to struggle up but I straddled her legs, putting my hand on the small of her back and restraining her.

She was kicking and struggling but she was small and I'm a muscular six-footer so it got her nowhere fast. With my free hand I reached under a cushion to get the handcuffs I'd hidden there. Pulling her hands up behind her back, I slipped them on.

They were my own design but I'd used them only a few times. A couple of my more willing bed-fellows had shown a predilection for domination.

I'd never used them before in anger, but I was plenty angry now.

They were padded to avoid chaffing but with a long lead between the cuffs. That meant Nikki's hands and arms would be trapped by her side but she wouldn't have the discomfort of lying on them when she was on her back. She'd be helpless but not in pain and I could take my time doing what I liked to her.

But first I checked her handbag and coat to make sure there were no other unpleasant surprises. Nothing.

Now that I had her where I wanted her, the first thing I did was lift her short skirt. She had a nice little bottom and I started to fondle her gym-firm buttocks through the cotton of her panties.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she shouted.

From this viewpoint I could definitely see where her white panties were stretched tight across the groove of her sex.

I ran my finger along the length of this slit until I felt the nubbin of her clit.

"I'll scream!"

"Go ahead, this place is well soundproofed and fifty metres from the nearest neighbour. Nobody'll hear you."

I turned her over. Her big blue eyes were full of panic. Her shirt was taut over her breasts.

I opened the first button.

"Don't do this, for God's sake!"

I popped the next one.

"No, no, please!"

I popped the last button, grasped the lapels and wrenched them apart. Rather than a bra I was amazed to see only her naked breasts, each the sort of perfect hemisphere that I thought needed a skillfully made bra to produce.

In the dead centre of her breasts were thick, stubby nipples. Though she was fair-skinned, these and her large areolae were a dark shade of brown. I'm no expert, but perhaps it had something to do with her recently given birth.

Wonderingly, I ran my fingers across her beautiful breasts. The skin was tight as a drum.

"Ow, ow, don't! They're sore... my baby wouldn't feed tonight... they're full of milk. Please don't touch them.".

I leaned down and ran my tongue from one thick nipple to the other. Then, kissing and licking, I covered every inch of her proud breasts. Her arms trapped, she could do nothing to stop me except squirm. Though I was as gentle as I could be, all the time she was grimacing and crying out in discomfort

It began to get on my nerves.

This was supposed to be a punishment fuck but even I couldn't bring myself to hurt the tender breasts of a nursing mother.

Really, there was only one possible solution.

Gently, I squeezed her right breast until a tiny drop of white liquid formed at the nipple. Fastening my lips around it, I began to suck. It tasted sweeter than cow's milk. Not bad at all!

Her squirming increased. "God, no!"

I kept sucking, moving from one breast to the other. By now she was crying, begging me to stop, though the pressure in her breasts must have been easing. It didn't take long until she stopped wincing every time I touched them.

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Slowly, I ran a finger down her naked belly. She'd got back into shape pretty quickly after giving birth. Only a single dark line from belly button to her groin showed where the stretching had marked her.

Leaning in, I kissed this line, running my tongue down it until I came to her panties. I pulled the front down to expose her pubic hair. I love women's intimate hair and hers was brown and thick. I ran my tongue through it, caught it between my lips, tugged at it with my teeth.

Then, taking a firmer grip on her panties, I tore them clean off.

"NO!" she yelled.

Hard to believe her pretty little cunt had produced a baby just a few months before.

Getting on my knees between her legs, I put my hands under her bottom and lifted her so she was bent almost double and her cunt was inches from my mouth. As I pushed my head down between her thighs, separating them, the inner and outer lips of her sex opened.

I tongued them all enthusiastically, tasting her properly for the first time.

My work on her breasts had already got her nicely wet. There was a tanginess to the usual womanly taste and a sharpness to the fragrance of her cunt. Again, perhaps it was something to do with her pregnancy, but it was all very far from unpleasant. I licked away and heard her begin to weep in earnest.

Hardening the tip of my tongue, I pushed it into her as far as it would go.

"Oh God, this is disgusting, you evil old bastard."

I may be in my fifties but I was far from old. I was still fit and strong and intended to give her the hardest fuck of her life.

Now I really did turn my attention to her clit, which was larger than most women's and usually a sign of extra sensitivity. A sensitive clit can be a hostage to fortune for a woman. A source of great pleasure, it also meant she could more easily be driven to orgasm, no matter how unwilling she was.

Sure enough, as I licked and poked away, I could feel Nikki's body jerking. She didn't want to go there but I kept at it until her thighs spasmed against the side of my head.

I let her bottom back down onto the sofa. My tongue wet with her juices, I went to kiss her but she kept her mouth shut.

I cupped a breast and squeezed. She squealed and a thin jet of milk arced above us.

This time when I kissed her, she opened her mouth and my tongue pushed its way in.

I took my time kissing her and gently caressing her breasts.

But, eventually, foreplay had to end.

I pulled her up off the sofa and dragged her into the master bedroom.

When she saw the big Queen-sized bed, she tried to pull back. "Don't put me on that!" she cried.

"Only too happy to oblige," I said.

I quickly pulled off my clothes. Her eyes bugged out in shock when she saw my seven-inch, thick-headed and very angry-looking cock. She started to back away but I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I felt her taut breasts crush against my hairy chest. Grasping her bottom in one hand, I lifted her up and used my other to try and steer my cock inside her.

She stiffened in my arms as the head brushed against her sex and she jerked her hips away. With my hand still cupping her bottom, I pulled her back in again and this time managed to penetrate her but only by an inch or so.

I let go off her bottom and she fell up to the hilt on my cock.

It must have been like having a pole shoved up her. She screamed and fell back as though stunned but I caught her by the waist and lifted her up again so my cock was again barely in her.

This time I pulled her down as hard as I could.

I heard the breath being driven clean out of her.

She wasn't tight and she was pretty wet, so it wasn't as painful as it might have been, but still she yelled with the shock. Overcome, she lay back on my supporting arms. Her open shirt was hanging back over her shoulders, making her breasts look even more exposed than if she had been naked.

I kept lifting and pulling. With each thrust her lips curled back and I could see her clenched teeth.

"You're... killing... me...," she whispered, hardly finding breath between each brutal impalement.

But, even after another twenty hard thrusts, she was still very much alive. However, my arms were tiring and even my tough old cock was getting sore.

Time for more a leisurely attack on her helpless body.

With Nikki still skewered on me, I walked over to the dressing table. I'm a man so there wasn't much on it and I easily swept it all off. I plonked her bottom down on the cold wood, her legs lifted and parted, her sex exposed. As I'd found with women before, this put their cunts at just the right height.

Her hands still trapped at her sides, she could do nothing to stop me as I stood there between her thighs. Before I started to fuck her in earnest, there was something I needed to do.

Grasping her bottom, I pulled her as hard as I could onto me. Her sex-lips, already split open by my cock, were crushed against my groin. At the same time, I shoved my tongue as far into her mouth as possible, invading Nikki's body as deeply as I could on both fronts.

Despair was written on her face and she started whimpering as I began to fuck her again.

Entranced by the sight of my cock ravaging her unprotected sex and with both my hands free now, I began to massage her breasts. Despite all my sucking they were still delectably high and firm. With this mauling, milk started to drip freely from her nipples.

I took my time enjoying her body. I have a lot of control and can come pretty much when I want.

After a while Nikki started groaning and I realised that, despite herself, she was coming again. I plunged in harder, our thighs slapping together.

"No! No! NO!" she screamed.

She came, writhing, making even her tight breasts judder.

I looked down at these milk-wetted beauties, at her open, exploited cunt. I let myself come, slamming hard into her crotch and pulling at her engorged nipples before spurting a heavy load into her womb.

After I'd recovered, and for three hours after that, I took her in all sorts of positions. Somewhere in there, something in her seemed to break and she stopped crying. Fucked into compliance, she even took to opening her legs unbidden every time we changed position so my genitals had more ready access to hers.

Mate indeed!

I don't know how many times I came. After a while there so much cum dripping out of her, it blurred the outlines of her cunt.

My favourite position? I dragged her into my opulent, marble clad bathroom. One whole wall is mirrored and I bent her over so she was facing our reflections.

She turned her head away in disgust. I grabbed her curly hair and pulled it back so she was facing forward. She tried closing her eyes but I slapped her little bottom hard until she opened them.

Then I took her roughly from behind, all the time reaching under her to manhandle her breasts. She had to watch in the mirror as a rich, older man abused her beautiful, helpless young body.

All the time, I was relishing the exquisite sexual cruelty.

By the end of the night, we were both slick with milk and sweat and our other juices. I undid the handcuffs which were carefully padded to stop abrasion (and leave no evidence of restraint).

I took her into the shower and washed us both down. She stood there, hunched over, silent, one hand clutching her exploited sex, the other arm across her tender breasts.

She was so zombified I had to help her get dressed. After I'd done up the buttons of her shirt, I knelt down to help her on with her high heels. By the time I stood up the material touching her nipples was already wet.

At least there'd be some milk left over for her little baby when she got home.

Then, without ceremony, I shoved her out the door and watched on the CCTV as she tottered away.

You might be surprised to hear that I never saw her again. She went off sick immediately. I signed her off on full pay (I'm all heart) until she left of her own accord. I hear she works full time at the women's refuge now.

She must never have told her husband what happened. If even a milksop like Mick had known I'd violated his wife in whatever position took my fancy, he'd have come after me.