The sun reflects brilliantly off the deep crystalline snow. Ten inches of fresh powder overnight has thrilled the exclusive, private resort crowd. The slopes will be filled morning and afternoon, and the apre-ski will be wild tonight.
On an occasion like this, Daniel O’Day would most often be one of the first on the lift, but not this day. He is sleeping in. He’s not sick or injured. He is just thoroughly exhausted. However, his wife, Amanda, has no sympathy for him. In fact, she is rightfully infuriated with him, as well as heartbroken. Last night her caring, faithful spouse became the prey and eventually the willing conquest of LaDarra, the extraordinary new resort resident.
Amanda has seen several of Daniel’s friends succumb to this cunning and seemingly irresistible vixen. Of course, She is drop-dead gorgeous with the most colossal body to ever grace the resort. Of course, in the few weeks since Her arrival, She has become the most notorious temptress scoring dozens of the single ski-bum studs. Yet, in addition, She has attained the dubious fame of most successful man-eater that the resort has ever experienced. There seems to be no ability on behalf of the male population to deny Her. Is She invincible?
The night LaDarra arrived, She was first seen in the Viper Lounge, a meat market for the chic and rich. It quite quickly became the talk of the resort how She effortlessly picked up Shawn, the son of the Ski Club’s president. No one saw him again for five days. He finally surfaced at the weekly “Freak’n Friday” party. The strapping, twenty-something hunk was collared and on LaDarra’s chain leash. A sight only seen as fantasy at costume parties, yet here they were for real. Incredible!
His friends were shocked and speechless. Everyone else was stunned and embarrassed for the poor guy. He was jerked around and ordered around by Her. He fetched food and drinks for Her as the towering blonde bombshell circulated. Sheathed in metallic leopard skin, She commanded the attention of absolutely everyone. This spectacle lasted several hours as LaDarra inspected the village’s prime male specimens. Amazingly, She left the raucous gathering with not only the humiliated and broken Shawn, but a pretty-boy tourist on Her arm as well.
This public display of LaDarra’s unquestioned seductive powers and kinky dominance established Her as a threat to any guy at the resort. Any relationship, engagement or marriage was apparently in danger. Yet, it seemed daily that She had another man at Her beck and call. The entire community was buzzing about Her various, kinky escapades. It soon became apparent that She focused most intently on married men as preferred victims. Beware, Mr. O’Day. You will not escape.
In spite of himself, Daniel just couldn’t help but approach LaDarra at a coffee shop yesterday. Outside the little building, Her glistening, flame-red Ferrari was parked. He went weak in the knees reading Her vanity plate “I--R-U-L-E”. Stepping inside he instantly saw the alpha sexpot in all Her beguiling beauty. Sheathed in a gold latex catsuit and crotch-high white patent boots, She looked like his recent wet dreams suddenly fulfilled. Their eyes met and he was lost in their hypnotic allure. She smiled wickedly and shooed away the two young dudes seated with Her. Daniel’s erection surged uncontrollably as She beckoned him to Her.
“Sit down, handsome little thing.”
Daniel sunk into the chair and pathetically moaned at Her grandeur. He couldn’t find words to speak as the toe of a boot slithered between his thighs. His hands reverently touched the smooth, polished leather.
“I’ve noticed you around the village. I know who you are. I like what I see,” Her luscious, plump lips uttered slowly and tantalizingly. The sole of a boot pressed onto his ski pants and tapped his already throbbing shaft. Daniel squirmed in the seat as the tip of a stiletto heel found his aching scrotum. “Do I have you?” She whispered.
“Yes, oh gawd, yes.”
“Get My bill. Come to My car. Don’t make LaDarra wait.”
“Yes, yes,” Her totally enthralled male responded, and then added sheepishly, ”I’ll hurry, I will.” Obviously, he was captivated by Her supreme aura, and she smiled knowingly. This one was ripe for a night of ravenous submissive sex, and pain administered to a level of Her desire.
LaDarra gracefully arose. Her flowing mane framed enormous, mouthwatering breasts. Her legs ascended seemingly forever. Her divine slit was quite visibly etched into elastic, skin-fit rubber. She took a step. She caressed his cheek possessively before strutting arrogantly out of the shop. Everyone watched this breathtaking vision with lust-filled eyes.
Less than a minute later Daniel was by the open passenger side door, gazing down into the coupe’s snakeskin interior. A gloved hand patted the contoured seat, “Here, Dannie-boy.” With that velvety voice giving the order he slid in. Leather fingers gripped his member. Warm, intoxicating lips brushed his, and sealed his fate. Snow swirled as She spun away in the direction of Her fashionable chalet.
A night transpired that Mr. O’Day will never forget, never believe he survived. Moments after entering Her lavish dwelling, LaDarra became a force of inhuman sexual omnipotence. Daniel obeyed without question. He was stripped. He was ravaged. Daniel performed well beyond any other time in his life. He was anointed, coated with Her mystical nectar. He was debased, sprayed with Her golden juices. He was ridden until he yelped for mercy. He was emptied of every drop of sperm in his body. He was violated from behind. His prostate was milked as he’d never before known. He was consumed and conquered. And finally, by sunrise when he was completely emasculated, LaDarra dismissed him.
He staggered home through the cold morning air. His entire body ached from exertion beyond any of the most strenuous ski days he could ever remember. The house was quiet when he entered. The family was still sleeping. He tip-toed to the bedroom and slid into bed and its welcoming warmth. His wife grunted, “You son-of-a-bitch,” and pulled away. Amanda cried for quite some time next to her cheating husband.
Now this morning, she struggles out of bed and dresses in winter attire. Looking at the sunshine, she decides to go for a walk to calm her rage. At the end of the driveway, she looks across the street and stops abruptly. Her son, Will, is standing with, of all people, LaDarra. The insanely gorgeous bitch is in an entwining embrace with the boy. Her hands are groping his ass, pulling him up into her.
Amanda screams in desperation, “Will. No. Don’t.”
He does not respond, rather he is bent backwards as LaDarra moves him between Her splayed legs. She gives Amanda a sly sidewards glance before leaning into a ferocious kiss.
Mrs. O’Day is petrified with a primal fear of seeing his eighteen-year-old, athletic form begin to be outrageously humped in public. LaDarra twists Will around and presses him into the side of a shiny black Land Rover. His coat is open, and Amanda catches a startling glimpse of the immense bulge in his stretch pants. The bitch’s hand appears from nowhere and runs dramatically up and down Will’s lump.
