Alina learnt the hard way that Ben was very good at being bad
Alina never wanted the two of them to meet. Ryan and Ben were supposed to remain separate in her life, just as they fulfilled very different needs in the bedroom. Ryan was the bad boy, the one Alina called when she was in the mood to be handcuffed to the bed and teased until she begged for his cock, which would earn her a red-hot spanking for having such a dirty mouth. Ryan made her take off her knickers before they went out so he could finger her under the tablecloth at fancy restaurants. He fucked her in alleyways or doggy-style in the host’s bathroom at parties, and made her feel deliciously wicked, a naughty slut who could never get enough.
Ben was the gentleman, the one she took to meet her parents. He would warm her up slowly with his magic tongue, then lift her on top so he could suck her nipples and play with her arse while she rode him to a glorious climax. Ben let her come twice, sometimes three times, before he finally took his own pleasure. He cooked her Sunday breakfast – crepes with Calvados and apples – and cheerfully offered to help her put in her new garden. He made Alina feel cherished, and she had to admit he satisfied almost every desire. Except, of course, for those dark cravings that kept her calling Ryan every week for her fix. She knew it was risky to be juggling two lovers, but as long as she kept them well apart, what did she have to lose?
The answer came one Saturday morning when she was getting Ryan breakfast after an all-night sex game involving a sultan and his wayward concubine. Alina bent over to get a new jar of jam from the cupboard, providing an irresistible target for the ‘Sultan’, who promptly gave her a swat on the buttocks, just as he had so many times the night before. She squealed and jumped to attention with a giggle, just in time to see Ben standing at her back door with two rosemary shrubs in his hands. She’d been expecting him to come help with the garden, but he wasn’t due until after lunch.
Alina could tell from Ben’s expression that he’d seen everything. She saw something, too. She didn’t want to lose him. But before she could say anything – not that she had any excuse to make things right – Ben was gone. For two days he refused to take her calls. When he finally did answer, his voice was a stranger’s; cautious and chilly.
“Please give me another chance, Ben,” was all she could say.
“Another chance to fuck other men behind my back?” His tone was positively arctic.
“You’re the only one I want. I know that now. Please. I’ll do anything.”
He paused. “Anything?”
The lilt in his voice was the first sign of hope. “Anything,” she repeated.
“Then come to my place at nine tonight. Don’t be late.”
He hung up without even a goodbye, but Alina allowed herself a small smile of victory. Once she got him alone, she knew she could melt him.
Unfortunately, Ben still gave her the icy treatment when she arrived promptly at nine. He stepped out of her reach when she tried to hug him and gestured toward the living room.
“Stand over there and take off your clothes.”
Alina obeyed, her heart pounding. Under his impassive gaze, she stripped to her underwear then tried another winning smile. After all, she’d chosen the pink satin bra and panties specifically because he’d once told her they made her look like the first rose of spring. But apparently Ben was still in a wintry mood. “Hurry up, Alina. We can’t get started until you’re naked.”
“What are we going to do?” She meant to purr seductively, but her voice came out in a timid squeak.
His eyes twinkled with a strange light. “No questions, no explanations. You promised you’d do anything, right?” Her belly tightened, fear mixed with a definite twinge of lust. She had indeed made that promise, but to a different man from the one who stood before her. Ben reached for his fancy digital camera that he’d once used to take photos of her posed amidst the flowers on a romantic country outing.
“All right then, take your breasts in your hands and stick out your arse. A fitting pose for a trollop like you.”
Alina felt herself blush. Yet posing for a few suggestive photos in the nude wasn’t such a bad punishment, and it might easily work to her advantage. She’d already noted the promising bulge in his jeans. Dutifully cupping her breasts, she arched her back to accentuate the curve of her buttocks. She heard the faint tap of his finger snapping the first picture, a vaguely obscene sound, like the wet click of her secret flesh when she masturbated.
“Now spread your legs and tilt your hips forward. That’s good. Hold your lips open so I can get a good view of that insatiable pussy of yours.”
Alina hesitated. This was getting into hardcore territory. Besides, if she opened herself for him, he’d discover another truth: this X-rated photo session was making her incredibly wet. Ben clicked his tongue. “You won’t do it? I guess you lied to me again. Get dressed and go on home then.”
“No, I’ll do it.” Hands shaking, Alina timidly parted her labia. Ben knelt and snapped pictures from several angles. She squeezed her eyes closed – as if that would hide the fact her fingers were shamefully slippery with her own moisture.
“Bend over and let me get some close-ups of your arse.”
She turned and leaned forwards. Now it was impossible to keep from trembling with desire as well as embarrassment. She’d seen pictures of women in porn magazines like this, their arse cracks and swollen pink vulvas exposed, ready to be taken. Alina was very ready, and her c**t muscles instinctively pushed open to the probing of that cool eye. She could feel Ben draw closer. Was he finally going to touch her and reclaim her at last? Instead he stood abruptly and walked over to the armchair.
“Come sit down over here. I have a present for you.” He handed her a box done up in a pink ribbon.
The frilly wrapping concealed another surprise: a large pink dildo embossed with life-like veins. Alina stared, speechless. Somehow the usual ‘thank you’ didn’t seem appropriate.
Ben seemed to enjoy her confusion. “I know your schedule is already filled with lovers, but I thought you might have room to slip in a new friend. Why don’t we take a picture of you giving him a get-acquainted kiss?” Alina obediently brushed her lips over the glans of the sex toy.
“Now suck him, all the way down, just like you do with that other guy.” Wincing, she slid the rigid column into her mouth while Ben captured the action on camera. This cock was bigger than Ryan, more like Ben himself, but she sensed it wasn’t the right moment to pass on the compliment.
“OK, I think you two know each other well enough. Shall we get a few juicy ones of you making love?” Alina pulled the toy from her mouth with a soft slurp, aware of the film of saliva coating her lips like semen. She was beyond protest. She would fuck this obscene tool, if he wanted that. She would indeed do anything for Ben now. Moaning softly, she spread her legs and nudged the dildo into her opening. With her other hand, she began to strum her clit.
“That’s it, push him all the way in and work him to a lather,” Ben crooned. He was kneeling between her legs now, the camera lens like a second cock, waiting its turn. “Oh, yeah, this is going to get the best ratings on Pornhub.”
Alina froze.
Ben snickered. “What’s the matter? We both know I’ve been sharing you with at least one other man, why not thousands?” Her heart skipped a beat. Would he really post her image all over the internet so that any drooling stranger could whack off to it? The Ben she thought she knew would never do something so perverse. Yet tonight, she had to admit, anything seemed possible.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat. “OK, I said I’d do anything.”
His eyes flickered with a new softness, but then his lips lifted into a wolfish leer. “Good girl. Then let’s get on with the show.”
Alina worked the dildo in and out as he instructed, self-consciously at first, but soon she was so hot and tingly, she rammed it into her vagina with abandon. Ben continued to record it all for the viewing pleasure of countless horny men, but by then she was so turned on she didn’t care who else would see as long as Ben was there, urging her on to new heights of depravity. She was close to climax when she heard a voice, soft as velvet, in her ear. “Do you want to make love to a real man now?”
“Yes, please,” she panted. At last she would get what she really wanted. Then a chill shot through her. What if he had a buddy waiting in the back to do the honours instead?
Ben had a different test in mind. “I’ll fuck you, but first you have to tell me what he did for you that I couldn’t.”
“He… tied me up and he… spanked me. I never asked you because but you seemed so perfect, so nice…”
Ben made a funny sound in his throat. “Oh, yeah? I’ll be right back.”
A moment later he returned with one of his ties. “Stand up. Cross your hands behind your back.” With impressive skill, he quickly bound her wrists, pushed her to knees and bent her over the chair. The first slap was a smarting blow aimed right at her tender crack. She yelped.
Ben snorted. “No whining. You deserve this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Alina said, her voice hoarse and thick.
His hand slipped around to tease her clit just as the second slap landed. “You’re so horny, you have to fuck two men to get what you need.”
“I’ll change my ways,” she pleaded. The offer earned her another spanking. Alina whimpered as the fiery sting faded into pleasure. Her arse was glowing like a Christmas tree. Ben was very good at this, yet another of the evening’s surprises.
“From now on you promise to fuck only me?”
“Yes, I promise.”
His finger slipped from her labia, and she groaned in disappointment, but the rasp of his zipper gave her hope. She groaned again, as he pushed his thick cock inside her.
“You’ll do anything, right? In fact, you’re going to come while I spank you for being a bad girl.”
“Yes, I’ll do anything,” she managed to croak out, as Ben quickened his pace, each thrust punctuated with a slap on her buttocks. Every blow drove her closer to the edge and then, before she knew it, she was keeping her promise. She was coming hard and loud, and he was returning the favour in kind, grunting like an animal as he emptied himself into her. Afterwards he took her in his arms and pulled her down to the carpet.
“Did you… like that?” he asked softly.
“Very much,” she whispered. “Did you?”
“More than I expected. We’ll have to try it again some time now that we’re back together.” Ben hugged her closer, his warm flesh melting into hers.
Alina smiled. When her two lovers met, she thought she’d have to choose between them – good or bad? Tonight she’d learned that Ben was good enough to be both: a man who could do anything.
