Who I Did On My Vacation

Title: Who I Did On My Vacation
Author: Mnemosyne
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't I wish!
Summary: AU fic. In a Roswellverse in which Maria and Michael are VERY much together, a sexually frustrated Maria is in New York with her mother. And she needs a little lovin'.
Rating: NC-17! Contains elements of bondage and domination. Do not read if you are underage!
WARNING: This fic gets more intense and hard core in its portrayal of Maria and Rath's intercourse than my previous Rathual sex fics. So if those disturbed you in any way, then I HIGHLY suggest you avoid this one.
Spoilers: Up through "Max in the City."
Category: Rath/Maria, a LITTLE M&M (much implied)
Feedback: Nice words appreciated!
Distribution: Free to all, provided it's used nicely!
Notes: Um...I love Rath? Is that enough for a notes section? LOL!
Dedication: To Jen and Courts, my Muses, for always inspiring me. And for not killing me before I got to finish this story. Thanks, chicas! LOL! �

"These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll brand a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York."


-"New York, New York"
writers: Ebb-Kander


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Maria Deluca would have loved New York, if not for all the phallic symbols.

They were everywhere. Every single skyscraper, parking meter, and taxi radio antenna screamed at her. The Empire State Building towered nearby, and she shifted uncomfortably as she waited for the pod of people she was standing amongst to make their way across the street.


Three days. She'd been in this godforsaken city three days, browsing through seemingly ENDLESS racks of alien merchandise with her mother at the Novelty Buyers Convention in the Edison Hotel off Times Square. Three days of keychains that squeak, goggles that glow, and little pull-string alien dolls that croak, "Take me to your leader."


Three days without a really good lay.


Damn, she needed Michael right now.


Four months had passed since she and her formerly estranged lover had reunited. Four months since she'd lost her virginity to him. It had been one HELL of a reunion.


In all that time, barely a night had gone by that she hadn't made love to him. Well, made love was a relative term. Some nights they made love, some nights they had sex, and some nights they fucked like coyotes high on peyote. But the important thing was, he'd always brought her to orgasm. Always. EVERY SINGLE TIME, no matter how many times a night they went at it, and there were frequently several. She wasn't a knowledge virgin-- she knew how rare that was. How special. And not a day went by that she didn't thank her lucky stars for finding her perfect fit.


But there was one problem: conditioned response.


Her body was so used to nightly bouts of orgasmic frenzy, it didn't know what to do without them. Sure, she'd touched herself in the shower every morning since arriving in the city, and brought herself to climax that way, but there was no comparison to the hot, slick feeling of Michael sliding into her- sometimes with condom, sometimes sans. They'd gambled off the fact that she hadn't gotten pregnant yet on his alien chemistry, but she didn't really care. If she did conceive, she'd welcome the event, because it would be HIS baby.


Until that happened, though, they were still two horny teenagers catching a quickie in the break room at work, or behind the bleachers in the school gymnasium. Two weeks ago, they'd almost been found out by the entire junior varsity volleyball team, who thought her mewls of pleasure were from kittens trapped behind the wooden seats.


So she'd been stuck here for three days, amidst the gloss and glitter of New York City, free for a week on winter break...


...and horny as ALL get out.


The herd of people were finally moving, and Maria weaved amongst them to cross the street. Though she'd worn a winter skirt and crotchless panties, she was still uncomfortably aware of her rock hard clit, which seemed to centralize all of her thoughts at the moment. The way her thighs swished with her gait, the sachet of her hips, the curve of her spine, all worked to heighten her lust. She almost moaned when she had to raise her knee a little higher than average to step up onto the curb on the other side of the street, but managed to bite it back just in time.


She loved her mother, but DAMN! Why couldn't the woman have sprung for TWO rooms? Sharing had not done Maria's sexual frustration any good. It was hard to scream out your orgasm into your pillow with your mother three feet away in the next bed. It had a tendency to kill the feeling.


What she was doing here, in the shadow of the Empire State Building, she couldn't say. It was nowhere near the Edison, and she hadn't liked having to take the subway all by herself. But there was just something on the air-- something rich and dizzying. Something one hundred percent intoxicating, like tequila fumes.


Something like sex.


So she decided to follow her nose.


//I am NOT looking for a one-night stand,// she told herself firmly. //I am seventeen frigging years old. I have a steady boyfriend with one HELL of a set of hands waiting for me back home. I've just gotta keep busy for two more days. Just two more.//


A boyfriend, yes. But a boyfriend on the other side of the country. How the hell was she going to make it though the turbulence of the flight home without cumming like an avalanche from the jouncing? Her mother would frown on that, she was sure. Take-off was going to be a nightmare, though she was sure the landing would be even worse, because she KNEW he'd be waiting for her at the airport. Her Michael, standing there by the gate, probably as aroused as she was, if not more so. The thought ALONE would be enough to send her over the edge.


"Where the fuck is the PORN in this city!" she growled quietly, ignoring the startled look she got from a little old woman nearby who was feeding pigeons.


That was what she needed. Porn. Hot, rough, seedy porn. Something with no plot, no conclusion, and lots and lots of screaming.


Well, this was New York. Not quite Sin City, but not the angelic jem of the country either. There were XXX theaters and peep shows down almost every street, if you looked hard enough.


So why couldn't she find any?


Maria stopped, and looked from side to side down the sidewalk. Nearby was a little outdoor restaurant, and she decided New Yorkers really MUST be nuts, if they were still eating outside in winter. But she could smell cafe mocha brewing, and her mouth began to water.


Coffee. Almost as good as sex.


She began to head for the restaurant, and as she did so, she noticed something. The sexy smell-- that transient scent she'd been following around the city-- seemed to be growing stronger. It still wasn't real-- more of a feeling than a smell. But whatever it was, its musk was deepening.


Reaching one of the tables, Maria pulled out a chair and sat down. She motioned for a waiter, but whether or not one of them noticed her she didn't know.


"Great," she muttered. "Now I'm horny AND ignored. Fantastic. Feels like June all over again."


She decided to wait anyway, and crossed her legs uncomfortably. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath as her thigh rubbed against her moist cleft. Honestly, Maria was pretty shocked she hadn't been drawing lechers like flies. The smell of her lust permeated her clothes and the air around her, like perfume. Or maybe it was just her imagination.


"Order me a pastrami on rye, will you, horny girl?"


Maria's eyes flew open, and she was momentarily jounced out of her daze by the familiar voice. "Michael?!" she exclaimed, and swung around, her face alight.


Only it wasn't Michael.


She groaned. "Oh, for God's sake," she said. "What the hell do you want, 'Bob?'"


The tall young man standing behind her grinned, his lip ring glinting in the gray light of the winter's day, and unceremoniously pulled one of the chairs away from her table. Swinging it around, he straddled it with one leg and sat down, crossing his arms over the back.


"The name's Rath, bitch," he corrected her.


"Yeah, I know. I've been trying to repress the memory. What do you want?"


He raised an eyebrow, and grinned that cocky grin again. "Can't a fella chat with a chick?"


Maria raised her own eyebrow. "Not when the 'fella' tried to kill one of the 'chick's' best friends in a freak scaffolding accident."


Rath raised his hands in a sign of conciliation. "I'll give you that, I'll give you that," he said. "But I want to let you know, I's reformed my ways."


Maria snorted, and covered her mouth to hold in a harder laugh. "Oh, THAT'S a good one," she replied.


"I have!"


"Yeah, sure. I bet Lonnie must LOVE that."


"I ain't with Lonnie anymore."


She gave him a disbelieving stare for a moment. "You aren't?" she finally asked. "Why not?"


"Cause the bitch tried to kill me," he answered, as if he were telling her they'd just reached irreconcilable differences.


"Um, okay," she said, a little shocked and a little confused. "Uh...why?"


He shrugged. "Who the fuck knows? Probably had some fucking idea that if I got whacked, she'd have a spare plane ticket to the mothership, ya know? Some shit like that."


"Oh. I'm...sorry?"


"Ah, no biggie. I like it here anyway. Better pizza."


There was a stilted silence for a moment as Maria tried to wrap her head around that idea. //Michael used to push me away because he wanted to go home someday,// she thought, //and it took everything in my arsenal to get him to change his mind and let me in. But Rath is willing to give up his planet for pizza.//


She shook her head. "Typical," she muttered.


"Say what?"


She looked at him again. "What? Oh, nothing." Suddenly embarassed, she turned to the restaurant again and once more gestured for one of the waiters. There was still no response.


"You ain't never gonna get anybody that way."


Sighing loudly, Maria turned annoyed green eyes his way. "And just what do you suggest I do instead?" she asked testily.


Rath shrugged. "Flash your tits."


She blushed bright red. "Rath!" she exclaimed.


He grinned, and she slapped him on the arm. When her hand made contact, she couldn't help but feel how hard his muscles were through the leather of his jacket. Hard and sculptured. She wondered if they were identical to Michael's. She wondered, then, if his entire BODY was identical to Michael's.


"You gotta admit, it'd work," he said, ignoring her slap and grinning. He winked at her. "And I think it'd get you the attention you're looking for."


She flushed even redder, and pressed her legs tighter together. "I do NOT want to get arrested for indecent exposure, THANK you very much!" she hissed, wrapping her arms around her body and hugging herself tightly.


Rath shook his head, his eyes locked with hers. "I don't mean that kind of attention, ho," he told her. "I mean the fucking you're jonesing for."


Maria stilled, and stared into his eyes. "What...are you talking about?" she asked, and her voice was shaking.


His steamy eyes roved over her body, from eyes to breasts to hips to ankles and back again. Her stomach was smoldering when he met her gaze again.


"It's written all over you, baby," he murmured, leaning closer, and he sounded so much like Michael in that instant, a whimper escaped her lips before she could stop herself. "The way you're sitting in that chair; the way your sexy legs keep scrubbing together like they were an ad for body-fucking-lotion. You don't need any moisturizer, do you? I think you're nice and moist already."


"Rath, shut up!" she growled, but she wasn't sure exactly what her motivations for speaking were. Yeah, she was worried someone would hear. But she was also struggling to keep her libido in check-- he sounded so much like Michael; like Michael talking dirty. He must feel like Michael. He must TASTE like Michael.


Suddenly, a hand was on her knee sliding over the dark, thick material of her ankle length black and silver skirt. Her eyes met his, and widened when she saw him lick his lips.


"I smelled you across the city, bitch," he whispered hoarsely. "You smell me?"


//Oh my God...//


His hand was rubbing up and down along her thigh, hidden from prying eyes by the white tablecloth. Maria felt her hips begin to rock slowly in time with his strokes.


"Let's get outta here," he murmured, his voice oddly hypnotic.


She wanted to shake her head, but felt herself nod instead, her eyes never straying from his.


He didn't wait for her to change her mind-- or for her neck muscles to start acting like they were supposed to-- and stood quickly, pulling her up with him.


"This place sucks anyway," he said, as he began to lead her away from the tables. "They put fucking mayo on the pastrami. Rat bastards."


Maria would have asked where he was taking her, except she didn't really care as long as she could watch his ass while they walked.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Rath couldn't believe his luck.


When he'd woken up that morning, he'd known something good was going to happen. At the time, he'd assumed it would involve something simple. Like he'd finally find that pair of socks he'd lost a month ago-- the really warm ones that were too preppie for his persona, so he'd died them black so he could keep his toes warm. Or perhaps that roving itch he'd had for a month would finally go away.


He'd never imagined it would mean he'd find a hot, horny piece of ass begging to be touched. Christmas must have come early this year.


Maria-- he remembered her name, oddly enough-- stumbled behind him. "Where the hell we going?" she asked. "China?"


Rath looked around at the damp, shiny walls of the old sewer pipe. "Just shut up and follow me, bitch," he muttered. "Your tight thighs are gonna be nice and toasty before long, don't you worry."


She was quiet after that, and he grinned when he smelled her lust grow stronger. DAMN, she was a wet whore. He was looking forward to feeling her close around him.


A few minutes later, they came to a door built into the wall. He pulled her to a stop and fiddled in his pocket for a key.


"You lock your door?" she asked, a smile on her face. "Who do you think's going to haul themselves this far into the sewers to rob you?"


"Hey, there's lots and lots of homies out there who wanna get their hands on my shit, sweet thing," he told her, fishing the key from his pocket and pushing it into place. Twisting it, he heard the lock tumble out of place, and pushed the door open.


He stepped through the entrance, and pulled her behind him. "Welcome to the crib, pretty mama," he said, releasing her hand and closing the door. After a pause, he locked it. Wouldn't do to have some of the other sewer rats barging in to see what all the screaming was about. And maybe wanting some of the action themselves.


When he turned back to her, he saw that her eyes were wide with disbelief. "How...How the HELL do you afford all this!" she yelped, taking in his five speaker stereo system, big screen tv, and king-sized bed with the flickering neon Budweiser sign over the headboard.


He smirked at her and shrugged out of his leather jacket. "Who said anything about affording?" he asked, moving closer so he stood directly behind her. "I got this all on permanent borrow."


"You mean you stole it."


"Hell yeah. And the electricity that goes with it. We're under a big-ass hightower here. They don't notice shit about power drain."


Enough. Rath didn't want to stand here all day and discuss the weather and other stupid shit. He wanted pussy. She smelled sweet and lickable and fuckable as hell.


Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back against him, so she could feel his erection straining against the denim of his jeans. Maria gasped, and stiffened against his chest.


"You don't waste any time, do you?" she asked breathlessly, as his fingers snaked into the elasticated waistband of her skirt and pushed it down over her hips so that it pooled at her feet.


Rath growled in answer. "You want me to go slow, honey bitch?" he asked, rubbing her thighs with his broad hands.


She squeaked, and grabbed his forearm. "N-no!" she stammered, digging her trimmed nails into his skin.


"Mmmm, didn't think so." Rath tore open her black suede jacket and pulled it off her shoulders. She whimpered as his fingers efficiently unbuttoned her form-fitting white blouse, tugging it open and off, to reveal her pretty lace bra.


Circling around Maria like a hawk, Rath licked his lips. "Ah, fuck yeah," he said, surveying her from head to toe. Crotchless panties and knee-high black leather boots. Shit, this chick was a fucking wet dream come true. "No wonder my loser double took you. You're the prettiest pussy I've had in a long time."


The girl blushed, and the pinkness that suffused her skin made his erection leap.


"Are you...are you going to get undressed?" she asked nervously.


"You think I'm gonna fuck in my Easy Riders, bitch?"


She giggled, and normally that would have pissed him off. But on her...


"I meant, did you want ME to...you know, help?" she asked, and the eyes she fixed on him were burning.


He could have kissed his double.


"Yeah, you can help," he said, moving closer.


She ran the tip of her pink tongue over her upper lip, and Rath followed its course with his eyes.


"Shirt first?" she asked.


He nodded. "Yeah."


Moving closer, Maria's slim fingers reached out to hook under the hem of his long-sleeved black tee. He thought she was going to go slow, easy, but she had other ideas. With a swift motion, she pulled it up, forcing him to raise his arms so she could pull it off over his head and toss it to the side.


Before he'd even managed to lower his arms again, Maria's lips were attacking his chest, nipping and sucking at his nipples, ravaging his collarbone.


"Holy shit," he groaned, pulling her closer. "Yeah, aw shit, yeah!"


"Mmmm, oh my god," she moaned against him, her tongue laving his neck. "You taste like him, but different. You taste darker."


Her lips wet a path down his chest to his stomach, and Rath felt her tongue dart out to dip into his navel. He moaned, and gripped her golden hair.


Somehow, her mouth made it's way to the top of his jeans. He gazed down in near amazement as she grabbed the black denim in her teeth and worried it until the button came lose.


"That's it, pretty little bitch," he growled as she took the zipper in her teeth and slowly drew it down. He hissed as the pressure on his erection eased a little. "Ahhh, fuck, your boyfriend teach you that, lover?"


She looked up at him with twinkling eyes, even as her fingers worked at the knotted laces of his boots. "I taught myself," she said.


"I want to be your practice dummy next time."


Maria laughed at that, and tugged off his left boot, then right. He stepped out of his jeans and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back up to his lips.


Crushing his mouth down on hers, Rath indulged himself and cupped her ass. The cheeks were hot, eager. She moaned, and the sound echoed against his teeth.


Picking her up, Rath wrapped her legs around his waist, so that he could feel the hot pulse of her pussy against his stomach.


"Someone wants Rathy to spread her, doesn't she?" he growled against her purring lips. "She wants me to fill her up hot and tight."


"Yes," she moaned, nodding hurriedly. "Yes, oh SHIT, yes, Rath, please!"


Walking her to the bed, he dropped her on the foot, so that her legs dangled over the edge. She moaned when he released her and began to take off her boots. Sexy as the leather was, he wanted as much of her skin on him as possible.


"You'll get it, pretty baby," he told her, yanking off the right boot and moving to the left. "You'll get it eventually. But we're gonna play some games first."


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Maria felt the suction on her left leg as the boot was pulled away, leaving her legs bare.


"Games?" she asked shakily, watching as he stood up and towered over her. He wore nothing but a pair of small black boxers now, and she could see the enormous bulge of his erection. It made her stomach quiver. "What kind of games?"


Rath grinned like a shark, his white teeth a band of light across his face.


"Games like Suck the Pretty Girl's Clitty," he murmured, bending forward so that she had to lean back on her elbows underneath him. "And Know Thyself."


"Know Thyself?" she asked, entranced by his lips. So much like Michael's, except for the sexy hoop of his lip ring. "What's that?"


"Uh-uh-uh," he told her, resting a hand on her chest, just above her heart, and pushing her backwards slowly, so that she was flat on her back. "No questions, or your little slitty has to wait extra long to get some lovin.'"


Maria hushed up immediately then, because she could see that he wasn't lying. Shit, having him hover over her like this was driving her insane. All she wanted was to arch up and press her agonized nipples in their lace covering against his granite pecs.


"Wait here, bitch," he said, and as if to seal the deal, he kissed her again, hard and rough and animalistic, his tongue invading her mouth like a soldier in a foreign land. Her tongue soldier. The thought made her smile, and she thrust her own tongue forward, licking the roof of his mouth.


When he pulled away, he was grinning. "The whore's got teeth," he said. "Good."


He tweaked one of her nipples harshly before turning away, and Maria yelped and closed her eyes as a bolt of fierce pleasure rocketed through her, leaving her panting.


Her core was dripping. She could feel the moisture on her inner thighs, and running down the crack of her ass. She gulped, and drew her knees up, so that her feet perched on the edge of the mattress; inviting him. She wanted something inside her so damn badly. She wanted someone to touch her deep and firm. To stretch her wide-- painfully wide. Just so long as she felt every inch of it, she would have fucked a table leg, or a lamppost, or something else long and hard. Preferably hot. And distinctly male.


She gasped when she felt his hand grab her leg, and her eyes flew open. "Wha'?" she gasped, gazing down her body to where he was securing a piece of smooth, silky rope to her ankle. "What are you doing?"


Rath looked up at her, and his lip and nose rings glinted in the light from the Budweiser sign. "What, ain't you and your boy toy ever heard of rope, baby?" He tied the other end of the rope to the bedpost, pulling her leg to the side.


Maria blushed as he moved to the other ankle and repeated the action. "Well, yeah, but...Well, we waited a while before we tried it. You know, until we knew each other's names and birthdays and stuff."


He'd finished tying her ankles, so that her feet were spread far apart along the foot of the bed, and now he was tying a third rope to her right knee. It was incredibly embarassing to be in this position, in the sewer apartment of some guy-- check that, some alien clone-- she barely knew. Who, admittedly, looked a HELL of a lot like her sexy boyfriend back home, and had a killer ass, but was a virtual stranger nonetheless.


He secured the other end of the knee rope to the frame of his bed, pulling it tight, so her leg was stretched as far to the side as it could go, with very little leeway. Maria hissed.


"Does baby like that?" Rath asked, grinning like a dirty sailor, and tugging on the rope.


"Shit, Rath!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"


He'd circled the bed now, and was adding a fourth rope to her other knee. "Just admirin' the view, sexy thing. Don't want anything in the way," he said, knotting the rope around her leg, then tying it off on the bedframe. He walked away from the bed a bit, and turned around to stare back at her.


"And a damn fine view it is," he said, licking his lips. "Nothing's easier on the eyes than wet pussy."


Maria swallowed. Her throat was dry as sandpaper; it seemed all the moisture in her body had migrated south, to pour from her open lower lips. The air of the room was warm, but seemed ice cold on her soaking wet core.


She gazed down at him as he watched her. Legs spread, immobile, she could feel his eyes stroking her clit. It was almost palpable-- as if real fingers were touching her moist, pink cleft. It made her moan and flex her hips.


"That's right, baby," Rath said, his New York accent making the husky whisper into an erotic invitation. "Show Rathy where you want him."


Maria bit her lip. "Please, Rath," she begged. Her clit was throbbing. "Please, don't tease me."


The tall alien walked forward then, until he stood between her feet at the foot of the bed. She gazed up at him, pleading with her eyes.


"Damn, you're a sexy piece of ass," he said. "Sweetest treat I've ever strapped down." He reached out a hand and cupped her breast. Maria released a shuddering breath and pushed up into his palm.


She shrieked when his fingers suddenly closed on the lace of her bra and tore it away. The clasp at her back ripped apart, and she watched as he threw the now useless scrap of lace and wire to the side.


"It was getting in the way," he told her, as if that were explanation enough. Gazing hungrily at her freed breasts, he continued, "Damn, bitch. Hiding those tits under anything is a fucking crime. These next." He laid hold of the crotchless panties and ripped the seams, throwing the useless material aside. She shrieked, but didn't protest.


"There," Rath said, gazing down at her. "Nekkid and needy. Just like I like 'em." He knelt between her feet on the end of the bed, and she felt the mattress tilt; felt her body slide ever so slightly forward so that his bare knee pressed against her heat.


He leaned forward, and when her nipple was sucked into his mouth, Maria almost screamed. SHIT, that felt good. Her fingers in the middle of the night were nothing compared to a living, hungry mouth.


"Oh, God, yes, Rath, YES!" she moaned, burying her fingers in his thick hair. She scrubbed her pussy against his leg, and her breathing picked up speed. "Just a little more, baby, please! Oh, shit, PLEASE!"


His teeth closed around the nubbin, and this time, she shrieked as her hands pulled him tighter against her chest. "FUCK! Oh my god, RATH!" Her hips pushed harder against his strong thigh, and her clit rasped on his coarse hair. "Oh, SHIT!"


Rath pulled away quickly, and switched nipples. This time, there was no suction-- just the automatic bite as he rolled it between his teeth. Maria arched up against him, screaming.


"OH, FUCK! RATH!" she cried. Her legs wanted desperately to wrap around his waist, but the ropes restricted her movement so that she couldn't even draw her knees inward to hug his hips. She sobbed with frustration, because she could feel her climax hovering just out of reach. "FUCK, PLEASE!"


When he moved away again, she keened with furious need, and tried to drag him back. But one of his large hands grabbed her wrists and pushed them down onto the mattress over her head.


"You think we're almost done, honey lips?" he asked, as if he were surprised. "Naw, I don't think so. You're too tasty for a quick suck and fuck."


He stood up, and she groaned. "Where are you going?" she asked, frustration edging her voice with anxiety. "You can't just STOP."


Rath glanced back over his shoulder at her as he walked away, and grinned. "I just did."


She glared at him. "You bastard," she growled. "Is this all you brought me here for? Tie me up, have a little fun? Well fuck you, Rath. Let me go. I'm leaving."


"No."


"What the fuck do you mean, no?"


He was searching through a box near the television when he answered. "I mean, no. You're too damn impatient, bitch. Too used to gettin' it when you want it. Well this is MY crib, and I'M the one who says when you get fucked, and when you don't. You dig?"


"Fuck off, Rath."


He found whatever he was looking for, and stood up. Turning around, he answered, "Naw, I think that'll be you."


She could see what was in his hand now, and her heart sped up.


It was a camcorder.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


"I'll untie myself."


"I'll tie you up again. You ain't that fast, ho."


"Rath, you can't do this. It's...WRONG."


Rath finished setting the camera on its tripod and turned back to the squirming girl on his bed. She was fiddling with the knots on her knees, but he'd tied them tight enough that she was having difficulty undoing them.


He rolled his eyes, and sighed. "Look, baby, you want this, right?" he asked, coming forward and sitting next to her on the bed.


Maria paused in her attack on the ropes and looked him in the eye. "Depends what you mean," she answered.


"You wanna get laid." She blushed, and he went on. "You wanna be able to go back to Roswell and keep that lame ass double of mine in one piece so you can fuck his little brain out every night from now till you're ninety-five. Right?"


She paused, then nodded.


"But, if you point those pretty titties of yours westward, ho, then you're pretty damn sure you're gonna rip him to pieces to get at his dick. Scare the shit out of him. Ain't that right?"


She looked away.


Rath took the oppurtunity to move forward and breathe against her shoulder. She smelled like sex and cinnamon and grandma's apple pie. A good girl turned naughty. Or a bad girl set free. There was no way to know the truth of it without touching her inner places and watching her scream. The scream was what always told him.


"Well trust me when I say you're gonna love this, baby," he murmured against her skin, and felt her tremble in response. "You're gonna go home and wish it was me you were fucking in that little twin bed of yours. You're gonna wish it was me who was pushing you into the headboard and hitting your g-spot like a fucking pro. All you gotta do is let it ride, baby. Just go with the flow." He reached his hand between her legs then, and touched her wet cleft. Damn, she was hot-- his fingers were scorched and dripping when he pulled them away.


"And you got the flow goin' on already," he told her, bringing the wet fingers to her lips. "Ain't you?"


Maria looked at his hand warily, then into his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth.


"Good girl," he said, and slipped his fingers between her teeth.


Rath watched her eyes flutter shut, and felt the gentle pull as she sucked at her juices. A soft moan escaped her throat, and she tried to draw his fingers deeper, one hand coming up to cup his wrist as though to hold him there.


"Hey, Mikey, I think she likes it," he said, and cackled. "Little baby's found her favorite treat."


He pulled his hand away then, and she moaned with loss. He tapped her on the nose.


"So," he asked. "You wanna play?"


She licked her lips, as if to catch any of the liquid that might have escaped her tongue before. Then she grinned.


"Hell yes," she said. "Where do I touch you first?"


Rath laughed, and stood up. "You don't touch me, baby," he answered. "Not yet, sugar buns. Not for a while. The name of the game is Know Thyself, remember?"


He crossed back to the camcorder, then turned to look at her. "So I want you to fuck yourself," he said. "Fast and dirty, slow and sexy, however the fuck you wanna do it, so long as it gets me off."


He pressed the RECORD button, and watched to make sure the little red light was flashing before he returned his attention to her. "You dig, bitch?"


Maria was looking at him like he'd grown a second head. "You want me to...masturbate?" she asked. "On camera?"


He grinned. "Kinky, ain't it?"


"Why?"


"Cause ain't nothing better to keep you warm on a cold winter's night than homemade porn."


"There would be those who'd argue that a good cup of cocoa might remedy the situation just as well."


"Yeah, but they'd be pansy-ass losers."


She laughed then, and Rath decided he liked her laugh. It was spontaneous and bubbly. Like her.


"So, get to it, bitch," he said, stepping away from the camera so he wouldn't be picked up by the microphone. "And make it nice and loud so the mic can hear you."


Maria gazed at him for a minute, her eyes smoky with lust. Then, slowly, her hands snaked down between her legs.


"Fuck yeah," Rath muttered, flopping back into his plush Lay-Z-Boy recliner, legs spread. "That's it, ho. Gimme some eye candy."


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Maria couldn't believe this was happening.


She could see the little red light on the side of the camcorder flashing, recording her every movement for later viewing. It was like being in a fishbowl from which she was powerless to escape.


Her pussy was dripping uncontrollably. Fuck, but she wanted something deep inside her.


Moaning, she slid a finger between her swollen lower lips, stroking over her clit. She gasped as she made contact with the throbbing nubbin, and pressed a little harder. The spread position of her knees forced her pelvis up a bit, making her clit stand even more erect that usual. She ran quick circles around it with her forefinger, and sighed as her body shuddered blissfully. It felt wonderful to not have to hide this. To be completely exposed, pussy open to the air, as she made her juices flow like a waterfall.


And it felt even better to have an appreciative audience.


"You enjoying yourself, bitch?" she heard Rath ask, his voice husky. "I'm enjoying MYself. I'm liking to watch you play your little clitty. I'm liking to watch you fuck yourself."


Maria nodded. "Yeah," she said breathlessly. "Yeah, I'm...I'm liking it. Oh my God..." She clenched her eyes shut as she slid her other hand down the sensitive crease of her leg, between her mound and her thigh. Her clit seemed to leap of it's own accord, and she took it between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it. "Shit!"


Rath started humming "Big Rock Candy Mountain," and Maria forced her eyes to open so she could look at him. He'd snaked out of his boxers and was lazily stroking his massive dick, his eyes riveted to her dripping cleft.


"You're hotter than the Fourth of July," he murmured, licking his lips and squeezing his cock a little, making himself hiss. "You know that?"


She nodded breathlessly.


He gestured to her cleft with his nose. "Slip some fingers in your slit, cunny. Spread it wide for me. I wanna see you inside."


Maria was too wrapped up in her agony of desire to argue, so she did as he asked and pushed the tips of two fingers into her sheath. It made her gasp, and she wanted to press deeper, but she managed to control the urge and pushed her fingers apart, opening her body to the cool, dry air of the underground apartment. "Oh, shit..." she whimpered as a breeze seemed to waft into her gaping passage.


"Mmm, that's right, candy whore," Rath purred, and when she managed to look again, she saw that his strokes were faster on his dick. "You ever cum stretched wide and empty?"


She shook her head, not liking the sound of "empty."


"Aww, shit, you gotta try it, honey fuck," he growled, spreading his own legs wider and making his hand work harder on his cock. He bared his teeth for a second, letting his head loll back against the recliner. "Keep working that clit, baby. Keep rocking with it."


Maria moaned, her fingers pushing harder against her clit. "Fu-uh-uck!" she gasped brokenly as her stomach fluttered uncontrollably. "Rath, get IN me! PLEASE!" Her hips were thrusting wildly, her passage still spread apart by her fingers. She opened herself wider, hoping to tempt him in.


She heard Rath groan. "You look wet and tight," he growled.


Maria licked her lips. "I am...GAH!" Her back arched as her finger hit a particularly sensitive section of her clit, causing a fresh gush of fluid to pour from her pussy.


She heard Rath panting across the room. "Damn...this is gonna keep me warm all right," he gasped, and she could hear his hand working his hard flesh. It made her own slippery fingers pick up speed. "This is gonna keep me fucking SCORCHING."


She was running towards the precipice, her hair loose and breasts free and bouncing. She could see it, there in the near distance, rushing towards her at breakneck speed. A few more steps and she'd be there, and she could fall over. Just a few more steps...


There was a shuddering cry from across the room, shattering her daydream.


"Fuck!" she heard Rath groan, and forcing her eyes open again, she saw him massaging his softening cock. He'd climaxed obviously-- there was cum all over his hand and stomach. He didn't seem to care.


Maria groaned. How come he got to cum, but she didn't yet?


He turned dark eyes towards her, and grinned slowly. "Fuck me, bitch," he growled. "That was some sweet fun." Slowly, he stood, and walked towards her, making sure to keep out of the line of sight of the camera.


"Bet you want that too, don't you?" he said, eyes sparkling.


She nodded wildly, her pussy nerves sharp as a live wire.


"Say it."


Maria whimpered. "Yes! Yes, I want it!"


"Want what?"


"ORGASM!"


Rath's smile was almost predatory. "Well all you had to do was ask, ho," he chuckled.


She tried to glare at him, but it just didn't work. Not with her pussy lips spread and soaking wet.


"Time to play Mr. Sandman," Rath said. "Which means I get to tell you what to do, and you get to cum. You dig?"


All she really understood of that sentence was the "you get to cum" line. So she nodded her head vigorously, eager for completion.


"Okay," Rath said, crossing his arms. There was still cum dripping from his fingers. Maria saw it and licked her lips hungrily.


"I want you to do some vis-ual-i-zation," he said, pronouncing each syllable deliberately. "I want you to picture you's in a big room, and there's all kinds of folks around you. You dig? And you's naked, like you are now. Got it?"


Maria nodded, closing her eyes to see the scene.


"And they're all there to buy you. Cause you're a sexy piece of slave ass, you catch me? You're a horny little pleasure slave up for sale, and you're just jonesing for a hot dick up in your little hole. Aiight?"


Maria groaned as the picture grew clearer in her mind. She could almost hear the men-- and a few women-- milling around her, watching her touch herself. Appraising her reaction.


"Now, you don't get to cum unless these here buyers are pleased, aiight?" Rath continued. "So you gotta play to them. You gotta make them want to see you cum. So you gotta put on a show for them. You gotta beg them for it."


She could hear the grin on his face as he continued. "So go ahead. Beg for it. Tell them how good it'll be if they let you cum."


Maria sobbed a little, her chest heaving.


"Please," she whimpered, her body tensing and releasing with each brush of her finger across her pleasure center. "Please, let me cum. Please, put something in me and let me close on it. I close real good. Hot and tight. I'll squeeze you real good, Masters. Yes! PLEASE!" Her back arched and more fluid poured from her core.


"I'll slick you up nice and wet!" she begged, writhing on the bed. In her mind, she saw some of the buyers stopping their milling to listen to her speak, and it urged her on. "I'll ride you like you want me to! I clean up after myself, I do. You'll never need to wash my sheets-- I'll clean them myself! PLEASE! PLEASE!"


"Open yourself wider!" Rath barked, making her jump. "We wanna see your body begging for it, not just your mouth!"


He was one of her buyers now, standing down by her feet, watching her with a close eye. Maria groaned, but did like he asked, spreading her netherlips even further apart.


"See me drip?" she gasped as the cool air invaded deeper. "See how wet I am? That's all for YOU. I touch myself for YOU. I'll do anything for YOU!" //Please!!// she screamed internally. Why wasn't she orgasming? It was a nightmare!


"I think I want to see the little bitch cum," Rath growled, and Maria almost cried from the joy. "So go ahead and get yourself off, baby doll. Let's see how tight you close."


"I close real tight, Master!" she shrieked, as her hand ravaged her clit, trying to bring herself to that ultimate peak. "In me! I'll show you!"


"No, I wanna SEE it. I wanna see your slit pull in on itself. You cum empty, or you don't cum at all."


Maria would have started crying then if the word "cum" hadn't elicited such a powerful response from her groin. She felt her pussy lips pulse, and cried out.


"YES!" she screamed, digging her nail into the tender, sore flesh of her clit. "YES! NOW!"


"Do it, bitch," Rath growled.


And she did.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


"FUCK ME!" Maria screamed, and Rath watched, pleased, as her pelvis strained up away from the bed, exposing her slit even more clearly to his appraising eye. He watched hungrily as her gaping opening spasmed for him, and a stream of cum shot forth as she let loose a garbled cry of release.


"YES! Yes! Yes...!" she sobbed, her body collapsing back to the mattress, still twitching, hands falling away from her throbbing center. Her breathing was shaky and shallow, her chest rising and falling spastically with each new inhalation and exhalation.


Fuck, she was sexy.


"Well, I'll be damned," he said, walking forward to sit beside her on the bed. He didn't care if he was in the shot now. She trembled beside him with the aftereffects of her climax, her breath a shallow flutter across her cornsilk hair.


"You feel a little better now, slut?" he asked, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his mouth. He swirled it around his lips, coating them with her juices, making them tingle.


She nodded, too drained to speak yet.


"But you still want more, don't you? That wasn't enough."


Slowly, Maria's eyes opened.


And she nodded.


Rath grinned. Aww yeeeeaah. Most chicks would've been completely knocked out by that little escapade, but not this little minx. He'd known it from the get-go. She was a fuck bunny. A borderline nympho, likely as not. Probably one of the reasons why his loser double was so addicted to her.


Sure as hell worked for him!


"Well, I think I can oblige you with that," he said, smirking. "But first, you made a little bit of a mess. You gotta clean it up." He brought his hand to her mouth. His cum was beginning to dry, but it was still pretty wet. "Starting with this."


Maria gazed up at him with glazed eyes. But she opened her mouth eventually, and he slipped his fingers inside, moaning a little as she began to suck ardently on him.


"That's it, slut," he urged her on. "That's right. Drink me down, like a good little whore."


When she opened her mouth, he reluctantly drew away his fingers, and raised himself up on his knees over her. "You missed some," he said, indicating his spattered torso. "You ain't gonna get jack shit if you keep forgetting stuff like that, you hear?"


Maria nodded, and pushed herself up onto her elbows. Rath felt her tongue begin to wash his stomach, and he allowed himself the luxury of closing his eyes and savoring the experience. Sometimes being the domme was such hard work, he forgot to sit back and enjoy the ride.


He was going to enjoy THIS ride, though. The pony was fucking blue ribbon material.


"You like that, bitch?" Rath asked, furrowing his fingers into her thick, silky hair and holding her tight against him. "You like feeding off me like this? Maybe you want to go on a Rath-diet for a while. All Rath, all the time." He reached down and flicked her clit, making her moan. "And you get plenty of fucking exercise." He chuckled at his own pun.


Maria didn't say anything, but her soft hand looped up over his side, pulling herself closer as she continued to bathe his torso with her tongue. She was like a kitten with cream, or a kid with an ice cream cone. Lick, lick, swallow, lick, lick, lick, swallow. He could feel her breath brush across his chest, cooling him down.


Eventually, with a final soft kiss to his stomach that made him jump a little with surprise, she pulled back, and gazed up into his eyes, her own eyes burning with some inner flame he'd never seen in another girl.


"Did I do it right?" she asked, her voice indicating that she knew damn well she'd done it right. Rath decided to let her get away with it-- he liked her spunk.


He smirked down at her. "I ain't got no complaints," he told her. "Guess that means you pass."


"Oooh, do I get to collect two hundred dollars?"


"Naw, but if you play your cards right, you get to be fucked by a big, hard alien dick that's just aching to be buried inside you. How's that sound?"


"Perfect."


He laughed. "You're all right, Deluca, you know that?" he said, temporarily letting down his gruff exterior. "You got it going on."


Maria chuckled, and winked at him.


Okay, time to reestablish roles.


"But first," Rath said, standing again. "First, we gotta clean up the rest of the mess you made." He pointed to the foot of the bed, where her cum of a few minutes earlier had coated the footboard and stained the sheets. "I'm gonna have to untie you for that. You gonna be a good little whore and do like I say? Cause if you don't, I'll tie you up again and leave you like this for a while. I done that before. Bitches don't like that. Particularly when you tie their hands, too."


Maria swallowed, but eventually she nodded. "Yeah, all right."


"Master."


"Huh?"


Rath leered down at her. "Call me Master," he repeated, reaching down to twist her nipple fiercely. She gasped, and arched up towards his touch. "I like the way your mouth moves when you say stuff like that. So say it for me." To punctuate his point, he twisted her nipple once more.


"MASTER!" she yelped, squirming.


"Again." Another twist.


"MAAAASTER!" Maria wailed, reaching up to claw at his arm. "MASTER MASTER MASTER!"


Rath grinned. "Aiight," he said, releasing her. She fell back to the mattress, gasping for air.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


He set about untying her legs as Maria tried to regain some modicum of control. She felt her knees start to swing together, but his hand stopped her.


"Keep 'em open," he instructed her, and she did as she was told, forcing her knees to stay apart. What she really wanted to do right now was sleep. But there was still some part of her that felt empty and unfulfilled. She needed something IN her. She needed to orgasm around a hot, pulsing, throbbing...


Something. She didn't really care what, so long as it moved inside her and stretched her to capacity. If that meant she had to fuck an incandescent lightbulb, she'd do it.


Finally, the ropes were removed and her legs were free. She hadn't realized how tight they were until now, as the blood began to rush back to the constricted areas, making them throb and tingle. "Oh, shit, Rath," she moaned, and immediately felt him lay an open-handed slap against her pussy.


"GAH!" she screeched, trying to close her legs to protect her sensitive sex. But he kept them open with his free hand as he slapped her again. She let out another shriek, and tears sprang to her eyes as he made contact with her tender clit.


"I told you to call me Master," Rath said firmly. "So you call me Master and nothing but, you dig? And when I tell you to keep your legs open, you do it, no questions, no whining. Understand?"


She nodded.


"Answer me."


"Yes, Master."


Rath grinned. "There's a good girl," he said, and this time, he rubbed her aching pussy, almost gently. She found herself cooing as his palm massaged the sore flesh. "You do like I tell you, you get rewarded. Aiight?"


"Yes, Master."


"Good girl." Rath let go of her legs and took a step back. Her eyes were drawn to his dick, which was hard again, and seemed to pulse as it dangled between his legs.


"Get on all fours," he commanded.


Slowly, fighting with her protesting limbs all the way, Maria managed to drag herself onto all fours.


"Get that ass higher in the air. Push those pretty titties out."


She did as instructed, arching her back so her ass was thrust up and her breasts were in plain view.


Rath walked around the end of the bed-- behind the camera-- once, nodding approvingly. "You know what you make me think of like that?" he asked.


She didn't know if he expected a response or not, but she figured better safe than sorry. "What, Master?" she asked, careful not to forget the title.


He grinned. "One of them titty bar girls who do dances behind windows when you drop a quarter in the slot. You can get private dances from them sometimes, you know, and a lot of 'em will do all kinds of freaky shit for the right money. You know what I'm sayin'?"


She honestly didn't-- "titty bars" weren't the norm in Roswell. But she nodded anyway. "Yes, Master."


"But I don't need you to do that kinky shit right now. I need you to wash up my bed. Look how messy you made it, you bad little bitch! Go on. Lick up your cum. Make it sparkle."


Maria nodded. "Yes, Master." She eyed the spatters on the footboard and satin comforter. Then, leaning forward, she began to lap at the liquid, letting it linger in her mouth with each swipe of her tongue.


She tasted really good.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


He wanted to taste her.


It was as simple as that. The smell of her was too strong. If Rath didn't get his tongue in that tight pussy soon, he was going to lose it completely. He wanted to feel her spasm against his hot mouth. She closed tight, the bitch wasn't lying. Probably felt like a vise when she came. And the way she was waving that ass around as she licked up her own lust...


Moving swiftly, he clambered up on the bed behind her, kneeling between her feet.


She lifted her head and looked back at him, puzzled, placid. "Master?" she asked.


"Keep licking, pussy," he said, motioning for her to keep going. "I'm gonna clean up what you can't reach."


She grinned and went back to her steady cleansing of the bedding.


Rath stared down at her plump ass and swollen pussy. It was almost too good to be true, really. Like she'd been dropped from the sky, right into his lap.


Fuck, it had been a long time since he'd sexed up a chick with as fine a bod as this little tart. And with eyes to match.


Bending forward, he thrust his tongue into her tight passage, not even bothering to work her clit first. That came after, as his hand came up to tug and pinch the tight nub.


"HOLY SHIT!" Maria shrieked, arching her back and pushing against his face. "DEEPER!"


No shit.


He delved his tongue furiously in and out of her sheath, and she panted and moaned in time with his thrusts. He could feel her body trembling uncontrollably, her thighs quivering. Just to get a reaction out of her, he yanked extra hard on her clit.


"PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" she screamed, wrapping her hands around the footboard and pressing back against him. "PLEEEEEEASE, MASTER!"


Damn, he loved hearing her say that. It made him want to hear it again.


Maria's sheath was fluttering around his tongue. She was going to orgasm soon, and Rath was debating: to stay, or to leave? True, he was pretty desperate to get that tight cunt to close around him. But if he let her have him too early, would that ease up on how hard she'd grip him later, when he finally spread her dripping lips and slipped it in?


Yeah, probably.


Well, couldn't have that.


"Yesssss, YESSSSS!" Maria was screaming, her voice rising higher with each word. Her body began to clench.


With the perfect timing that comes with lots of practice, Rath slid his tongue from her passage a split second before her climax, quickly yanking her hips down so her cum wouldn't go to waste, instead letting it coat his dick.


Girly cum. Cheapest lube there was.


She let out a scream of frustrated fury, and dipped her upper body down to the bed, scrubbing her nipples angrily against the comforter. "Bastard!" she shrieked. "Rat BASTARD!"


"Uh-uh-uh," he scolded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up against his chest, one hand gripping her breast in a vise-like fist. "Don't you mean rat MASTER?" He clenched his hand around her breast, making her shriek and still.


"I...I'm sorry...Master..." she gasped as he continued to squeeze her.


"I forgive you," Rath said, releasing her breast. His free hand began smoothing her cum around his dick, making it nice and slick. "Just don't do it again." He took his hand from his cock and slipped it between her ass cheeks.


"What the-" she gasped, but he brought his other hand up to cover her mouth.


"Shhh, slut," he said, circling her puckered hole with his cum-coated finger. "I'm gonna have a little fun with you."


He pushed the finger into her tight hole, and felt Maria scream against his palm. She tried to wrench herself from his grasp, but he held her tightly, not at all worried about using his alien strength to keep her in line.


"Relax, pussy," he hissed in her ear, moving his finger around inside her, getting her well lubricated. Maria whimpered, her body twitching. "You don't loosen up, and I'm apt to tear something, which none of us would like, dig? So unclench those cheeks and open wide."


Drawing his finger out of her anus, he gave her a few seconds to loosen her muscles. He felt her start, but she was going too slow for his sake, so he decided to hurry her along.


He grabbed his slicked-up dick and poked it against her ass, pushing the swollen tip between the rounded globes of flesh. "You feel that, bitch?" he growled in her ear. "Feel how big and hot that is? You make me like this. I wanna share it with you. You're gonna like it, promise. I'm a good Master to my chosen sluts, and you're my A#1. So shake that ass and lemme in."


Maria whimpered, but he felt her slump back against him as she forced her muscles to loosen.


"Good girl," he purred, stroking her stomach with his other hand. "Good girl, there's my pretty girl." He nudged his cock a little deeper, testing her. She gasped, but only tensed for a second, then loosened again.


Reaching down with one hand-- still caressing her stomach with the other-- he opened her ass cheeks a little, allowing him better access. He twitched his dick around a bit until he got it even with her hole. She released a shuddering sigh, her body curling forward over his arm, her chin touching her chest.


"Good girl," he repeated, moving his hand up from her stomach to massage her breast. "Good girl. Stay."


And he pushed into her.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


"SHIIIIIT!" Maria screamed as he pressed forward into her. Tears streaked down her cheeks as he stretched her. "STOP!"


"Easy, bitch," he muttered in her ear, but he came to a halt. "Just let up on the ass, you dig? Make like your ass is a window and OPEN it. Kay?"


She moaned. He obviously wasn't going to stop. "W-why?" she asked, trying to do as he suggested and open herself to him.


"Because I like my whores to get to know me in every slit, hole, and orifice they got," he said, and she could hear him grinning. "Yeah, that's right. Spread it."


"Lemme...lemme down," she whimpered.


Rath's took his arm from around her waist and she slumped forward to the bed, resting her cheek against the comforter. Automatically, she felt her ass open a little wider, and she sighed as the pressure eased a bit.


"Smart bitch," Rath said approvingly. "Knows how to take the pony position so her Master can ride her."


Maria looked back at him over her shoulder, and saw him rear up on his knees, jarring his dick where it rested within her. She gasped as cords of fire mixed with pleasure ripped through her, and her hands clenched the bedding.


Rath didn't say anything, but began slowly rocking back and forth inside her. His cock was rock hard, and it felt enormous as it went places she'd never dreamed of exploring. Maria bit her lip and buried her face in the bed, praying for it to be over.


Suddenly, his hands were on her back, massaging her shoulders with surprising tenderness. "You hold me like velvet, slut," he murmured. "You wanna like this? Then take it in." He hissed and she gasped as he pushed a little deeper than usual. She nudged her knees farther apart.


"Take it in," he continued, a little breathless. "Make it your pleasure. Make the pain your pleasure. SHIT!" he groaned, his hands tightening on her shoulders as his thrusts began to pick up speed.


She decided not to fight it. He wasn't going to stop, and she couldn't do anything to stop him. And... What he'd said made a remarkable amount of sense.


Because even now, as the pain began to ebb and the fire turned to a low burn, she began to feel that shimmer of pleasure that she'd only ever gotten one way before.


But then, the human body was a lot like a house... there was always the back door.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


When Rath heard her moan, he grinned. Yeah, damn straight the bitch was liking it. It was HIM, wasn't it?


"You want a little more of this, bitch?" he growled, reaching around her torso to finger her clit. "You want me to make you scream and bounce and bob like a fucking pro? That it?"


"Yes!" she gasped, arching her back and beginning to rock back against him. Sweet! He played her swollen nub, making her mewl even more. "Yes, Master! PLEASE!"


"Tell me to violate you," he panted.


"Violate me!"


"Tell me to use you."


"Use me!"


"Tell me how much you love it."


"I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! FUCK ME, MASTER! NEVER STOP!"


And she honest-to-God meant it, too. He could tell. Something about the sound of her scream. //Bad girl set free,// he decided as he pumped into her darkest orifice. //Fuckin' A!//


Maria was moaning like a living orgasm-- climax made flesh. Rath felt a rumble low in his throat as a harsh, animalistic purr escaped him. Shit, he'd never fucked such a hot, horny, eager little mama before. How the hell was he supposed to give her up after JUST ONE NIGHT?


Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her up onto her knees in front of him again and bit the back of her neck. Not hard-- just enough to let her know his teeth were there, and a force to be reckoned with. Maria shrieked, and it rose in pitch when he used his other hand to push her pelvis back so she was impaled on him fully.


He felt her ass muscles reflexively contract around him, and stars exploded in front of his eyes. //Ho...ly shit...!//


He came. It seemed to happen without warning, and he roared his release against her neck, his body quaking as he flowed into her. Somewhere in the background, he heard Maria scream-- a scream of frustration again; once more, orgasm had been denied her-- but at least it wasn't one of hatred and hurt.


He...didn't want that. Not from her.


"Ma...Master!" she begged, rubbing her back against his chest. "Help me!"


He would have. He really would. In that instant, he would have given her whatever in the fucking world she wanted-- orgasm, orgy, silk or pearls. But he was still trying to recover from his own powerful explosion, and the sparks were still firing off in front of his eyes. So the best he could do was let her slump down to the bed, his hands stroking along her stomach and thighs as he let her go. He allowed himself a hiss as she slid off his softening dick.


"Fuck," was all he could manage to say, and that in only a breathless murmur.


Maria, for her part, lay on the bed in front of him, trembling and gasping. Her body, like his, was sheened in a fine layer of sweat. It made her seem to shine in the red neon from the Budweiser sign above his headboard.


She didn't speak, didn't move. And he didn't blame her. Because if the fact that HE was tired was any indication, then she must have been fucking WRECKED.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


It wasn't fair.


How many times had he gotten to orgasm tonight? Compared to her? She didn't really know, but she knew he had her beat.


And she'd been so CLOSE! SO close. A few more tweaks on her clit, one or two more twists of her nipple...if only he'd bitten the back of her neck a little harder! She would have been torn apart by the climax, and welcomed every agonizing second of it.


But this...


This was torture.


Maria felt the bed tilt but didn't bother to open her eyes. She was too tired to care where he was going. Probably to jerk himself off. AGAIN.


Bastard.


So it was with a little surprise that she felt the bed move again less than a minute later as he climbed back up beside her.


"That was fast," she murmured, too exhausted to move. "Were you picturing me while you fucked off?"


"Bitch, I'm ALWAYS gonna picture you when I fuck off from now on," Rath said, his gruff voice almost...amazed. "But that ain't what I was doin', so there."


"Oh really? What were you doing?"


"Getting some shit."


She sighed. "Okay. Fine. Whatever."


"Get on your stomach, hot tits."


Maria groaned. "Rath..." Her ass was sore and felt hot. She didn't really think she could handle anything like that again anytime soon, even if it HAD felt damn good close to the end.


"I'll let that one go this time," she heard him say, and that was when she realized she hadn't called him Master. "Now get on your fucking stomach, bitch. And calm the hell down. I ain't gonna do nothing to you you ain't gonna like. Roll it."


Maria was too tired to argue, so she obliged him and turned onto her stomach. She moaned as the movement made her ass burn hotter. //Fuck...// "What're you going to do, Master?" she asked.


There was silence for a few seconds. Then suddenly, making her jump with surprise, she felt something cool and soothing being massaged into her flaming cheeks.


"Ooh...oh God," she murmured, opening her legs a bit and sticking her rear higher into the air so she could accept his cooling touch to its fullest. "Master...Master, thank you..."


"I told you," he said softly. "You're good, you're rewarded. And you were the finest ass-fuck I've ever had, bitch. Damn fine." His lubed fingers slipped between her aching cheeks, smoothing some of the balm against her burning hole and up and down the crack of her ass. "Now ain't you glad you rolled over?"


Maria nodded, absorbed by the feel of his hands tending to her. Already the throbbing was beginning to ease.


"Gonna have to go inside, babe," Rath said after a short time. "So open up again."


It was easier the second time around, Maria decided. She loosened her muscles, and he slipped a long finger into her puckered hole, spreading the soothing concoction into her raw depths, easing the ache and causing a warm shimmer to spread through her body.


When he withdrew his finger, she whimpered, and wiggled her bottom in the air a bit, as if begging for more. Which, she supposed, she was.


She heard Rath laugh, and forced herself to look back over her shoulder at him. He was grinning at her, and his hands were slick with lubricant.


"You liked that, huh?" he asked, winking.


Maria couldn't help a grin, and she nodded.


"Well, I'll remember that. Who knows? Maybe you'll come back to the Big Apple someday." He chuckled. "Then you and I can have some REAL fun."


She couldn't even begin to count the possibilities.


"But you know what?"


She cocked an eyebrow. "What, Master?"


Rath grinned again. "We ain't finished THIS time yet. You dig?"


Shit, how many times could he go? Not that she was going to complain. Hell no! Already her body was pulsing again, begging to feel his throbbing heat added to her own.


"But first," he said, pushing lightly on her hip so that she tumbled gently onto her side. Maria giggled; there was no pain. Whatever he'd spread over her inflamed flesh had soaked up the heat and turned it into tingling pleasure.


"First, you're gonna have to help me here," he continued. He crawled up the bed until he kneeled in front of her face. "You see Mr. Rathmaster here?" he asked, gesturing to his dick. "Well, he's a little tired. He's had two good boot-knockin's tonight, and he's wantin' to go on-strike. And I been tellin' him, HELL NO! We got a hot, sexy, randy bitch here who wants some deep-fuck lovin', and I'll be damned if we ain't gonna give her as much as she wants! But Mr. Rathmaster, he's not so sure."


Maria laughed, curling into a comfortable ball and gazing up into his face.


Rath was grinning from ear to ear. "You wanna help me convince him?" he asked, winking at her.


Maria winked back. "I...think I can help you there," she said.


"Aww yeeeeah," he affirmed, nodding. "You bet you can. Come 'ere."


She raised herself up onto one elbow and wiggled towards him on the bed.


Rath took his cock in his hand and raised it up so it was even with her mouth. "Whaddaya say, horny girl?"


Maria grinned at him, and decided...not to say anything.


Actions speak louder than words.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


The first touch of her mouth around his dick made Rath almost black the fuck out. The second sent him spiralling even closer, and the third almost had him calling the fire department.


She was THAT hot.


"Oh yeah, fuck it, pretty mama," he moaned, one hand tangling in her hair as he gazed down at her bobbing profile. She moved smoothly along his length, riding back and forth on the hot, hard flesh. Her eyes were closed, her mouth a sensuous "O" as it wrapped around him. One of her hands came up to cover his gently as he held himself aloft for her.


"Make some noise, baby," he urged, massaging her scalp.


She purred for him, and the vibration steeplechased along his dick, making him grunt with pleasure. "Fuck yeah!" he crowed, his massaging motions growing faster, harder, as he began to thrust in time with her rocking motions. "Throat me, bitch."


Maria purred again, and he threw back his head as he felt his dick go deeper and deeper into her throat. How the hell did she do that? Even he wasn't that good at sucking cock, and he'd had plenty of practice. She must have had a good teacher.


That tore it. He wasn't just gonna kiss his double. He was gonna kiss, fuck, chain, and KEEP his double. Because, loser as he might be, he trained his bitch well.


Growling predatorily, he swung a leg over her body so that he was straddling her. Maria rolled smoothly onto her back, not once losing her rhythm, and Rath tilted his body so he could thrust down into her mouth.


"Yeeah, yeeah, THAT'S the way, bitch. Take me NIIIICE and deep... FUCK yeah!" He bared his teeth, but forced his gaze to stay directed downward. He wanted to watch her face.


Maria's brows were puckered with concentration as she swirled her tongue around his erection, making him hiss. Her teeth were grazing along him incessantly, making him hard as iron, as steel, as diamond. They could have built bridges with his dick; skyscrapers. Indestructible things that even an 8.0 on the Richter scale couldn't destroy.


He didn't want her to stop.


Which was why it sucked big-- and that phrase alone made his arousal cross the threshold from pain to agony-- when he gasped, "Lemme go, bitch."


Maria's eyes opened slowly, lazily, and she gazed up at him. But she didn't take her mouth away. Hell, she actually closed her teeth HARDER.


"SHIT!" he roared, bucking down fiercely into her mouth "WHORE! LEMME GO!"


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


This time, Maria listened. Slowly she opened her mouth and let him slip out. He fell, gasping, to lay on the bed beside her.


"What's the problem...Master?" Maria asked, licking her lips as she tilted her head to gaze at his panting profile. "Didn't you like it?" She grinned devilishly.


He turned to look at her too. "Fuck yeah, I liked it!" he gasped. She wondered if her eyes were as dilated as his. Twitching her legs, she felt the moisture dewed on her thighs, and decided yes, they must be. "I almost shot down your throat, honey whore."


"So then why'd you make me stop?" She affected a pout, and heard him groan. She almost giggled, but that would have ruined the effect. "I wanted to drink you."


Rath's eyes closed as he struggled visibly for control. "Listen, slut puppy," he said through gritted teeth. "You want me to fuck your slitty? Cause if not, then open sesame, and I'll LET you suck me down. Fuck, I'll let you eat me all night long! Better than pizza, I shit you not.


"BUT, if you want that nice little hole of yours filled in... Well, then I need some lead in the Cock Cannon, you get what I'm sayin'? Gotta keep the balls loaded." He opened his eyes, and his gaze was hot. "'Sup to you, bitch. What's it gonna be? Mouth or south?"


Maria gazed hungrily at him for a second. Then, without a sound, she opened her legs as wide as they'd go and took hold of her knees, pulling them up and to the side. The scent of her arousal poured over them, heating the air to an immeasurable degree.


"What're you waiting for?" she whispered.


Rath grinned. "Damn, I think I love you, ho," he told her as he rolled into a sitting position and crawled around to sit between her stretched legs. "And I wanna MARRY this juicy pussy of yours."


"You can swap vows after you fuck me," she growled, pushing her hips up towards him. She could feel her pussy lips spread further apart with the motion, and watched as his eyes grew darker with lust.


He looked up at her. "You're such a nice, wet fuck," he crooned, rubbing her inner thighs. "I'm gonna miss your tits when you head westward, ho."


Maria bit her lip and arched as he touched her sensitive flesh. "Mmm, GOD! Rath! Shit." She hitched her legs further back, straining them to an almost unbearable degree. "You can watch the instant replay later! Just get IN ME!"


Rath shrugged. "You see me arguin'?" Moving quicker than she'd ever seen him go before, he pulled himself up over her body and gazed lecherously down into her face.


"Baby, baby, you're so yummy," he murmured, "I want to drink down all your honey. But baby, baby, I'm so horny, I'll just prick you with my thorny."


Love poetry. How sweet.


Then he plowed into her, and Maria's senses exploded, rocketing through the ceiling of the sewer pipe until she was sure they must have knocked out one of the interns in the high rise above them.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


"YES! YES, MASTER, FUCK ME HARDER!"


//You got it!//


Rath slammed into Maria's pussy, not caring if he pounded into her clit. She welcomed the stimulation.


"Aww..yeeeah...bitch...lover...slut...ho!" he growled, accenting each word with a fresh thrust. Grabbing hold of her legs, he wrenched them up over his shoulders, and she hooked her ankles behind his neck as he continued to thrust deep and fast into her tight pussy.


And she WAS tight. Wet and tight, so that he slid in and out as if she were a lubed condom. Her very own prophylactic.


"You...like that...bitch?" he growled, grinding the heel of his hand into her clit.


Maria nodded vigorously. "Oh, SHIT! YES! MASTER RATH! MASTER RATH! RATH MASTER! YES!" She flailed beneath him, her legs tightening around his head, her fingers clawing at his chest, leaving long red welts.





Daaaaamn...


"This....this'd make me...a fucking FORTUNE...in Pornsville!" he gasped, grabbing her breast in one hand and bringing his head down so he could clasp her nipple between his teeth and roll it fiercely.


"FUUUUUUUCK!" Maria screamed, arching uncontrollably beneath him, over and over, her head thrashing. "FUUUUUUCK!"


Screw Pornsville. This fucker belonged to HIM. Making money was boring anyway. It was more fun to steal it.


"PLEASE!" she was begging, and he decided to listen to her. "PLEASE! MASTER! It's...SHIT! IT'S BEEN SO LONNNNNG!" He could feel her inner muscles twitching around him; hear her whimpering in time with each trembling clutch.


Well, fine. The bitch deserved a good cum. It was good for the pores.


Rath raised his head from her breast and crushed his mouth down on hers. He hadn't kissed her much all night, so he took full advantage this time, invading her mouth with his tongue, claiming her teeth, tongue, and throat for his own. And fuck his loser double.


Speaking of fucking his loser double...


He made a quick mental note to take a trip to Roswell soon, then rolled them over so she was on top of him.


Ripping his lips from hers, leaving them both gasping, he pushed her up so that she was bouncing on his dick. "Go on, honey bitch," he rumbled, holding her hips and helping guide her up and down, up and down. "Clutch me."


Her eyes were glowing now, pupils wide, black, and luminous. "Yes...Master..." she gasped, and threw her head back.


She froze for a second.


With a trembling hand, she reached down and pinched her clit. Just one pinch, with maybe a little rub as well.


Then she let loose the longest, most piercing scream he'd heard from her yet.


"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!" she howled, and her entire body convulsed as her sheath clenched around his dick, pulling him deep, deep, deeper. "YESSSSSSSS!"


"Holy FUCK!" Rath roared, as her inner muscles worked him like a skilled hand. "Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK!"


He felt his cock leap, and he came deep inside her. Deeper than he'd thought he could go. Deeper than he thought she could fit him.


The girl was a mass of wonders, wrapped into a tight, hot package. If he could, he'd have fucked her till the sun flickered out, and the only heat on earth was the burning around his shaft as she consumed him like a wildfire.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


"Oh...my...god..." Maria gasped, the words coming in quick jolts as her stomach spasmed uncontrollably.


"No...shit," Rath panted.


She fell shakily forward, collapsing onto his chest. His arms curled around her, holding her loosely. The hard lines of his abs brushed against her tender nipples, making her moan and causing her sensitive pussy to pulsate once more, gently.


"I...I didn't...I never thought..." Maria sputtered shakily, trying to thread together a coherent thought and failing miserably.


"Ain't you glad...you took a walk?" Rath asked breathlessly, and she laughed a little. Not too much-- she didn't have enough air in her lungs for a really good belly laugh.


"I'm glad...you sniffed me out," she said, giggling.


"Fuckin' A, ditto."


He sounded exhausted. Good. So was she. If he'd even suggested they try some new sexual escapade, Maria was pretty sure she would have keeled over from a heart attack.


But that horrible, empty feeling she'd been carrying around with her since she came to New York was gone. She felt full. And not just because his flacid dick was still resting inside her slippery pussy.


He snored softly, and she giggled as she realized he'd fallen asleep. But the laugh quickly deteriorated into a yawn, and she snuggled down against his chest, shifting her lower body a little so that he sank deeper into her. It was only as she drifted off into sleep that she remembered the camera being on.


She debated for a second if she should get up and shut it off. Quickly she abandoned that idea. Yeah, the sex was great. But sometimes, the afterglow was even sweeter.


It took another hour for the battery to run out, but neither of them noticed when the red light died. They were both fast asleep.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Epilogue:



"MICHAEL!"


He was standing there by the gate, looking sexy as a demigod in leather and denim. When he heard Maria's voice, he looked up from the tabloid he was perusing, and grinned.


"Hey baby!" he called, raising a hand and waving at her.


Maria dropped her bags and ran to him. Michael opened his arms and she threw herself into them. He spun her around a couple of times as she clung to him, and she laughed like a kid in F.A.O Schwartz.


"I missed you, baby," she whispered into his ear.


"Mmm, ditto," he murmured as he set her down, still holding her tightly against his chest.


Maria grinned as she felt the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Yeah, I can tell," she said, surreptitiously petting him through the denim.


Michael winced and shied away from her touch. "Damn, Maria, don't do that yet!" he hissed. "You want me to cum with your mother standing over there?"


Maria giggled, and pecked him on the cheek. "I'll lose her, then we can beat a hasty retreat to the nearest utility closet. What do you say?"


His grin was immediate. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" he asked.


Maria laughed and ruffled his hair. "No, but you'll be saying it a lot when I get you alone today. We have to make up for lost time."


"Damn straight."


She kissed him again, quickly, and pulled away from him. He released her reluctantly.


"I'll be right back," she said softly, then turned and jogged back to her mother.


"Mom," she said as she drew to a stop near her bags, "I'm going to go with Michael, 'kay? He's going to take me around so I can give everyone the souveneirs I bought them."


Amy Deluca raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh, all right. What souveneirs? I don't remember you buying anything in New York."


Maria resisted the urge to bite her lip. Damn, busted. Uh...


"Sure I did," she said, trying to think of what the hell she owned that her mother didn't know about; somethign she could palm off as a gift. And no, the peek-a-boo bra was NOT an option. "They're...right here." She crouched down and unzipped her overnight bag, prepared to start showing hairbrushes and nail polish if needs be.


But she didn't have to.


Because a very handy, very BULKY, paper bag was stuffed into the side of her bag.


"See!" she said, standing quickly and showing her mother the phantom bag. Where the hell had it come from? "Souveneirs!"


Amy's suspicious look faded. "Oh. Oh, that's nice, honey. What'd you get them?" She smiled genially.


Uh...


"Oh, the usual. Key chains, mugs, stuff like that. Yeah, actually, I suppose I should get going now. Michael told me Alex was heading to Albuquerque in a little while for some Battle of the Bands thing, and I don't want to miss him. Later?"


Amy grinned. "Okay, kiddo. Just don't stay out too late, okay?"


Maria nodded. "You got it."


Amy gave her a quick hug which Maria returned warmly, then the older woman turned away and walked off through the airport.


Maria waited until Amy was well out of sight before unrolling the top of the bag and peering curiously inside.


She immediately blushed bright red.


Tucked into the bottom of the paper sack was a coil of silky rope, a tube of something called Tasty Lube, and a recordable Polaroid video with a post-it note attached. The message was written in harsh, wiry print that was unmistakably Rath's. It suit his personality.


"Yo, bitch. Waaaasssuuup???


Dubbed you a copy. Show it to the loser. It'll give him a fucking rock of a cock. And it'll learn him what to do to get you nice and horny-wet. There'll be a quiz when I come see you's all someday. And that'll be SOON, fuck-muffin. You can count on THAT. My dick's aching just sittin' here on ya fuckin' bed and smelling ya damn shampoo on the sheets.


Keep the lube. I'll need it for the loser.


Damn post-it fuck note loser shit assholes. Too fucking small. Give my love to the titties, and pet the clitty for me.


Ya big mac daddy, Rath"


Maria couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she reread the note. Rath, the big idiot. Yet...in some sick, twisted, Rathian way, it was sweet.


"What you got there?"


She immediately rolled the top of the bag up again, scrunching it tightly closed. "Nothing!" she yelped, glancing over her shoulder at Michael, who had come up behind her.


He gave her a puzzled look. "You sure? You look a little...flushed."


Maria put a hand against her cheek and felt how hot it was. "Oh, that's just..." She batted her eyes at him and turned around, twitching the bag behind her back.


"That's just because I'm picturing you naked," she murmured.


He grinned. Good. She KNEW that would distract him.


"I've had that janitor's closet staked out for the last half hour," Michael said, gesturing past her to a door across the airport. "Empty."


Maria grinned up at him. "Then what are we waiting for?"


He grabbed her free hand. "I have no frigging clue."


He started to pull her away, but she managed to get him to wait long enough for her to tuck the sack away and hoist her overnight bag onto her shoulder. He grabbed her main suitcase, then virtually ran with her across the airport to the closet, with Maria laughing all the way.


God, she loved him.


She wondered briefly if he'd talk dirty to her if she asked him to. And if he'd agree to do it in a New York accent.



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