The Village Ram

 
Her slender body clad only in a tiny bikini bottom left little to his fevered imagination. What was she nineteen, twenty perhaps? Her cute retrousse nose was set above the baby pink pillows of her cock sucker's lips, her was face framed by her wild blonde thatch. Best of all he liked her pert breasts, so firm, entirely self supporting, the nipples were taught and deep pink.

Her bikini bottoms stretched taut across her boyish hips, touching lightly on her stomach just above her mons pubis leaving a shady gap at either side that seemed to invite probing fingers to explore further.  

God she’s beautiful he thought feeling a strong stirring in his loins.

He stared too long and she, sensing his attention, pulled down her sunglasses and peered over her book her cornflower blue eyes looking inquisitively into his. He hurriedly averted his gaze and she smiled impishly. She was still smiling when he glanced back. Surprised, he managed a furtive little grin as she replaced her shades returning to her book. It was the briefest of incidents but it fired him to seek more, a chat, a drink and then his particular brand of seduction. She was now marked for conquest.

The girls at his local massage parlour had nicknamed him ‘The Village Ram’ because his lovemaking was brutal and crude. He liked what he called his ‘specials’ which usually entailed the girls being hurt and humiliated. He didn’t seem to mind what they charged as long as they satisfied his lust. He called it ‘cooking his cock’ and laughed if he reduced one of the girls to tears. He was a bastard, yes, but he was a rich bastard who paid well so they indulged him.

Robert Bight was forty two and had started to grow jowly and thicker around his midriff, a result of his self indulgent lifestyle. He still believed himself handsome, God’s gift to women. He looked at her again she looked so sweet, this girl deep in her book tongue tip on lip, so young so naïve. He imagined what it would be like when he drove his cock deep into her young body. She’d smiled at him hadn't she? So she must fancy him. Anyway, he reasoned, lots of young girls fancied older men. The smile had convinced him. Yes, she’s up for it he told himself.  If not he’d get her too drunk to stop him. One way or another she'd be his cock candy.

She rose, stretched her lovely long limbs and dived into the pool. He watched as she swam swiftly, lithely to the far end then turned effortlessly swimming back the twenty five metres under the surface. He started to plan. First see what book she was reading always a good way to start a conversation. He sidled past her sun lounger “Fifty Shades of Grey” now that was interesting. Buying a beer from the poolside bar he wandered back to his lounger thinking stratagem.
 
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It was six months now since his wife Tania had thrown him out and Robert had had to make even greater use of massage parlours, sleazy dating sites, on-line porn and ‘madam palm.’ Tania had finally tired of his constant, overbearing demands for sex and his rough ‘rapists’ approach when she demurred. She knew about the prostitutes, too. Now, he believed, she wanted half of his assets. She was still a company director of course because she was brilliant with finance but he’d done the donkey work getting the company off the ground. Bugger her he thought his holiday agenda needs total focus.

*****

Robert saw the girl again at dinner chatting animatedly to two other girls at a nearby table. He watched surreptitiously as her pretty mouth smiled, pouted and laughed exposing even white teeth as the conversation flowed. God, how he’d enjoy screwing her.

Later, entering the bar, he saw her sitting alone on a barstool. Seizing his opportunity he sauntered across ‘large scotch and ice please.’ He glanced to his left pretending he’d just recognised her. ‘Oh hello’ he quipped ‘so this is where you hang out when you’re not modelling eh?’

She laughed at the cheesy compliment blushing slightly curtaining her eyes with her long lashes ‘I'm not a model silly’ she said looking flattered nonetheless ‘I'm a student.’

He moved closer but avoided invading her personal space, easy does it he thought. ‘Not out with your friends tonight? ‘

‘No I've a bit of a headache so I decided on a couple of drinks and an early night.’

An early night fucking you would suit me just fine darling he thought smiling to hide his lust.

They sipped their drinks chatting about Uni and how lovely the resort was. Her name was Chloe and no, she didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment. She thought younger men were crass bores, so obvious in their desires and sulky when rejected. Robert’s cock stirred at the news.

Eventually she said ‘if you’ll excuse me Robert I need a little air’ she arose without waiting for an answer and wandered though the patio doors to the deserted pool.

He slowly finished his drink then followed her. She was hard to spot sitting on a sun lounger at the far end of the pool in almost complete darkness. He circumnavigated the pool stealthily keeping to the shadows. ‘I thought you were going to bed’ he said feigning surprise.

Startled she gasped ‘Oh, oh it’s you Robert I was just admiring the new moon, so romantic don’t you think?

He sat down beside her ‘accidentally’ brushing her shoulder. She winced ‘ouch! Sorry Robert I got too much sun today and I can’t reach with the after sun cream.’

 ‘Would you like me to...er?’ his voice trailed off.

‘Oh that would be great thank you’ she enthused her innocent smile sending shivers though him. From her handbag she produced a small bottle of cream then bent forward pulling up her top from behind. She wasn't wearing a bra and the sight of her under breast made him start to harden. Oh yes! Another lamb to the slaughter he thought.

Practised finger tips gently eased cream into her back for some time then he moved slowly up to her neck and shoulders kneading expertly. She moaned softly ‘Oh that’s so nice Robert.’

He reached for her breast but she brushed his hand aside ‘Please Robert’ she protested pulling her top down ‘you’re a fast worker and no mistake but she was still smiling. She drew her bag onto her knees in a defensive gesture then. fumbling in it she took out some sweets popping one into her mouth. She smiled ‘Bon-Bons, want one?’ she proffered the bag then pouted when he refused. ‘They’re specially imported from India they kill horrid whiskey breath’ she said sulkily then, more brightly, she added ‘they’re also a mild stimulant’ she winked mischievously holding out the bag again. He took one sucking on it with a lewd smile. Things were going well.

The usual routine with this little strumpet he thought then dump her and play the field again.  In his mind he ran through his master plan. He’d done this before lots of times on holiday and it always worked. A soft seduction and a gentle fuck tonight then back to his room. In the early hours he’d give her a real rough screwing squeezing her tits hard. If she complained he’d humbly apologize reducing himself to tears if need be and spin her a tale of woe about what a hard time he was having with his ex-wife.

They always forgave him and this one would be no different. Later, still playing the sincere penitent, the gentle seduction once again this time he’d take her from the rear over a pile of pillows. At the last second he’d retrieve his hidden lube, slip off the condom, lubricate his cock and ram it hard up her arse. God he loved doing that. The shock, the surprise, the pain until his shaft breached the sphincter and pushed all the way up. They were usually calmer then it didn’t hurt as much, becoming easier to handle.

The last one he’d done (Was it Joanne?) screamed so loud he’d had to put her in a Half Nelson pushing her face into the mattress as she fought like a tigress. He had wrapped a brawny arm around her slender hips pinning her like a moth on a board whilst he screwed her hard and fast until he finally came then she’d fainted.

Later, the tears of shame streaming down her face, she had staggered from his room. She’d cut short her holiday and flown home the same day. They never told anyone these young inexperienced girls being far too ashamed to reveal that they’d got drunk and slept with a debauched old lecher. God how he loved the feeling of power, of control.

She was talking now, smiling happily. He slipped his arm around her and gently nibbled her ear. Chloe moaned softly and leaned into him. He found her breasts and stroked lightly, expertly causing slivers of delight to run through her. He was pleasantly surprised to find she was going commando. His fingers found her clitoris. Christ he thought it must be an inch long and as hard as my cock. He wet his fingers in her and ever so softly brushed the tip of her protuberance. She gave little  ‘Ah’s’ of pleasure as she gyrated to his fondling fingers.  Hell, he thought, these young girls were so damned easy and this one is great.

‘Robert’ she whispered ‘I want to show you something very special’ and pushed him gently back on the lounger. His eyebrows rose in query ‘it’s something very special indeed’ she said teasingly.

She was over him now bare breasted, nuzzling his neck lightly stroking his chest with her hard nipples. He responded stroking buttocks in light, slow circles. She unzipped his trousers fondling his hardness. Then the rest of their clothing fell away. She magically conjured  up a condom and slid it expertly over his manhood. ‘Now baby’ she cooed ‘this will be the best experience of your life I guarantee it.’

He relaxed, let her have her way first time he thought who knows it could be great. She took him into her mouth slowly until every inch had been accommodated. She produced the powerful meditative “aum” vibration deep in her throat as she ran her full lips up and down his rock hard shaft. The vibrations built until every fibre of his being was pulsating with pleasure sending him crazy with ecstasy. Then, as he approached his peak, she sat up. He groaned wanting her to finish him.

She smiled straddling him ‘Not yet baby’ she whispered ‘Chloe hasn't finished with naughty Robert just yet.’ then she was riding him, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up using her pelvic floor muscles expertly to tease and squeeze. She knew to the second when to ease off to stop him coming then leaving him pleading ‘Chloe for God’s sake please’ she worked him to a peak again and again. At last he could stand it no more ‘please,’ he pleaded ‘Jesus, finish me off.’ She said nothing just gave him a dazzling smile, tightening her muscles hard she rode him fiercely. His breathing shortened, rasping and gasping as he gulped air. They climaxed together him crying ‘Yes, yes, oh Jesus yes! she making little whimpering noises deep in her throat having spasm after rolling spasm . She subsided then lying on top of him for several long minutes pinning passionately allowing his now flaccid cock to slide out of her.

Usually Robert hated the woman to be in control but this little minx was exceptional. It would make it even more satisfying when he finally asserted his total dominance forcing her firm buttocks apart and ramming himself hard up her tight little arse. He felt very mellow now, satisfied, totally relaxed and a little floaty even.

‘There’ she whispered at last and lifted his arm. Letting it go she smiled as it flopped to his side ‘how did you enjoy your last ever fuck Robert?’

He stared at her uncomprehendingly his mouth moving weakly unable to speak. He tried to sit up but his limbs were uncooperative. He felt her slide the condom off his wilted cock watching as she slowly wrapped it in a tissue and placed it in her handbag. What the fuck was going on?

 'I’ll tell you a story Robert’ she said seriously ‘When I was fourteen my father died and mum took me on a spiritual retreat to India. One night a group of men attacked us. We were gang raped vaginally, orally and anally.’ She paused looking sad ‘mother ended her days in a mental hospital and I needed three years of therapy to recover. The men were from wealthy families, bribes were paid and no one was prosecuted’ she continued ‘the Guru at our ashram was outraged he was an expert practitioner of Ayurvedic medicine. He gave me a secret formula for a rare poison which kills efficiently producing all the symptoms of a heart attack and is virtually untraceable. In tiny doses, like the one in your Bon-Bon, it causes slow paralysis which wears off after an hour or two. Until it does you can feel, hear and see but cannot move or speak.’

Tipping the sun lounger she rolled him off. She dragged him to the poolside then continued ‘you see Robert you went skinny dipping, slipped on the water from the shower and banged your head on the poolside falling into the water unconscious. The post mortem will confirm drowning the toxicology report will show you've a few drinks. The poison requires very sophisticated tests so will not show up. No one will be looking for it anyway.

Lifting his head, she smashed it down onto the tiled edge f the pool smiling mirthlessly as his gaping mouth screamed soundlessly.  ‘Don’t worry Robert you won’t suffer long I'm good at this having practised on several Indian gentlemen.’

She watched the terror in his bulging eyes with deep satisfaction then kissed him and said sweetly ‘goodbye Robert’ before holding him under the water.

Afterwards Chloe took a shower enjoying the hot cleansing deluge on her skin. Detaching the shower head she played the water over her clitoris its tingling force making it throb with pleasure. She replayed Robert’s last moments in her mind seeing once again the horror in his eyes, his mouth making weak pleading shapes as she held him under. She rammed her fingers hard in and out as she came in great gushing gouts. ‘Thank you Robert,’ she sighed ‘thank you so much.’

Lying naked on her bed she made a phone call.

 ‘Hello Chloe’

 ‘Hi Tania it’s done. The company’s all yours. You can deposit the balance of my fee now.’