New! A Part Two

Okay, so I lied. This one isn’t new. I wrote this story …a bit ago. I was thinking it needed to be read by those who are interested. And in all fairness, I did post part one. So here we are. Janice Part 2: Meeting with the Mirror People. I haven’t completely decided the path that this story is going to take, which is really fucking sad if you think about it. I wrote the first Janice story when I was 17, well started on it then, and finished it when I was 18. Ugh. I should really figure out what I’m doing with it. Anywho. This is part two and I don’t have a fancy picture for it, but enjoy. 🙂
-Morby

Oh yeah! Hi, by the way. I realize it’s been a while since I’ve done anything with this, but I promise, well crossed fingers promise to start writing a bit more. Not sure who all reads this… But anywho. Enjoy. 🙂

Oh! Disclaimer! I know the grammar and spell check stuff in this one sucks balls. I apologize for that in advance. Part of leaving it alone until figuring things out, is to do just that, leave it alone. XD

Janice Part 2: Meeting with the Mirror People

Janice awoke with a start. The dream she had was fading but all she could remember was a very sexy man and herself? Janice shook her head and smiled to no one in particular. The dream was fading and she was sexually frustrated. She sat up in bed and glanced at the alarm clock. “Shit!” She jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. She could not believe that she fell asleep after her shower. It was so irresponsible of her. She pulled out her usual make-up for work and was about to put it on when she noticed a cut or something on her upper inner thigh. Did she knick herself while shaving? She hadn’t shaved today. A bug bite? Eh, fuck it, she thought. It could be anything. She hurried through the process of putting her make-up on. Janice prided herself on her looks. She never wore any foundation or face powder. Her skin was nicely complected. She had dark blue gray eyes that she lined carefully with jet-black liner. She applied a dark red eye shadow and then mascara. The question however was what should she wear? Janice stood naked looking at her reflection, playing with her dark red hair. She pulled it up in a pile on her head and couldn’t decide. She did have a meeting to go to today, so maybe something professional.
Janice headed out of the bathroom, putting her hair on hold. She threw open her closet door and stared at the many outfits hanging. She wasn’t sure what kind of meeting it was going to be, but it was probably important regardless. Janice settled on wearing her dark blue power suit. Normally she would wear a white blouse under it but today she wanted to skip it. She carefully picked out a bright red bra with the matching thong. She left her jacket buttoned just to the point where you could see her cleavage for her 34 C breasts perfectly. The skirt fit snugly on her ass and hips. It was a short secretary skirt, but it was one of her favorites. She left her legs bare and slipped some black 4-inch heels on. Janice decided on putting her long hair up in a professional bun and headed out the door. It was about a 20-minute drive to work and since it was early, it might take 15 instead depending on traffic.
The meeting was supposed to be about company budget cuts and new suggestions for policy and if there were any complaints. Janice arrived about 5 minutes earlier than she planned. It was okay of course because that meant Damien was all alone in his office. Feeling a little brave, Janice walked down the hall. Her boss, Damien made her hot and bothered almost every day. She knew that she wasn’t imagining things when he stood just that little bit closer to her or sat next to her in meetings. She had lost count how many times they had eye fucked each other, Janice being the instigator of course. She knew what she wanted and she planned to get it. Just as she reached the door, Damian opened it suddenly, making her jump. “Fuck, Damien. You scared me.” She gasped with her hand on her chest.
Damien grinned and held the door for her. “You wanted to see me, I’m assuming.” Normally when a man was condescending, it pissed her off. It didn’t with him though. The things she wanted him to do to her were very condescending. She returned a smile and said, “Yes I did.” She walked by him brushing her hand on his thigh in passing. She felt him stiffen beside her and smiled inwardly. Maybe nailing him was going to be easier than what she first imagined. Janice waited until he closed the door and then sat on the table. Damien walked past her and sat at the head of the table, looking amused as he watched her. “So, what is it you’d like to talk about? I’m guessing that it’s probably not appropriate for the meeting.” Taking a deep breath, Janice leaned forward. It was now or never. “You’re right about that. What I want to talk about has nothing to do with work and would probably offend some people.” Damien smiled and it held the heat that Janice was feeling. “Well please, enlighten me Miss Hudson.”
Janice licked her lips and leaned forward a bit more, showing off her cleavage. She caught him peeking down her shirt and reached out to put her finger under his chin, bringing his eyes to match hers. “Let’s stop playing games Damien,” she began. Her voice was sultry and her eyes darkened with lust. “I want to fuck you. If I had my way I would fuck you where you sit before everyone arrived.” She maneuvered herself to drape her legs off the edge of the table, Damien between them. She waited for an answer, patiently as she could and was rewarded. Damien slipped his hands from her calves up her legs to rest on her thighs. He pulled her forward with a jerk and stood between them. He leaned over her, pinning her to the table. She reached up to grab his collar but he stopped her. He grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head, holding her captive under his body. Janice couldn’t believe this was happening! Damien was inches away from her face before he said anything. “You’re such a slut. You want me to fuck you right here, right now. You don’t care that someone could walk in any minute.” He leaned forward and kissed her hard, sucking on her bottom lip and nipping at it. Janice squirmed under him, kissing back and trying to break her wrists free, struggling. Damien broke the kiss and dragged her up with him. He leaned down and sucked on her earlobe, nipping it. Janice let out a low moan. This was what she wanted, what she craved. He whispered in her ear. “Pull yourself together; there are co-workers outside of the door. We’ll continue this later.” With a bite, he let go of her and straightened up, straightening his jacket. Janice did the same, smoothing down her skirt. She took a seat at the table and was silently satisfied.
When the meeting was over, Janice hurried to her desk, wishing the day would move faster. She sat and did her reports but couldn’t get her mind off Damien. All day it plagued her mind. Every time her phone would beep, she’d hope it would be him asking her, no telling her to come to his office. She stayed wet all day and had a mental high. At lunchtime, she went out, bought herself some lunch, and popped over to the music store to visit a friend. Janice nearly skipped into the store, giddy with the possibility of the end of the day.
Lari was standing at the counter, looking bored as usual, as she flipped through a magazine. It seemed like it was matter of time before they shut down the store, but by some miracle, it stayed open. Janice observed her before she approached. Lari was such a gorgeous girl. Plain by society standards, but she really was such a rare gem. She had long dark brown wavy hair, nice smooth darker skin, and startling green eyes. Her family was Mexican save for her German grandmother. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged her ass nicely. She had one of those asses that just begged to be grabbed, groped, and spanked. She had smaller boobs than she would have liked, but they were perfect for her petite frame. Even though she was petite, she had curvy hips that led up to a trim tummy. She was wearing a yellow polo shirt and had her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was reading a magazine when Janice walked up to her.
“Excuse me miss,” Janice began. “Could you help me locate the Christian Rock section? Lari stood there for a few seconds before she answered her. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Oh I see how it is. I come down to see you on my lunch break and this is the response I get?” Janice couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Lari looked up, returning the smile. “How ya doing, Janice?”
“Oh you know, same ole, same ole.” She grinned wickedly at Lari. “Okay, you can’t grin at me like that and not tell me what’s going on.” She closed the magazine and stepped away from behind the counter. She met her friend in a hug and pulled away. “Well it looks like I finally get nailed by Damien.”
Lari wrinkled her nose. “Could you say it any more crude?”
Janice smiled. “Sure. I’m going to get fucked at the end of work today.” She watched Lari cringe and giggled. She loved teasing her friend. Lari wasn’t a prude, or a virgin, but she was generally more of a good girl than Janice was. She never had casual sex, and had to be in a relationship for more than a month before she did fuck the person. Lari was Janice’s opposite in almost every way.
“So it’s really going to happen?” Lari smiled at her friend. She was happy for her, but at the same time, she had a bad feeling. It almost felt like this wasn’t right.
Janice grinned bigger. “It really is. After what happened this morning, I will be more than surprised if it doesn’t.” Janice glanced up at the clock. “Shit. I’m gonna be late if I don’t hurry.”
“Maybe he’ll punish you if you’re late.” Janice gaped at Lari. “I’m having a bad influence on you.”
The two girls laughed and gave each other a departing hug. “Call me and let me know how everything goes,” Lari called after Janice, grinning. Janice gave her thumbs up and headed back to her car. On her way back to work, she was so happy. She was going to get, what she felt was well deserved.
At about three o’ clock, her computer dinged, alerting her to an email. Janice opened it and had to conceal her excitement. It was from Damien. He was asking her up to his office. Oh happy day! Janice gathered her reports and damn near skipped to the elevator. Once she got inside, she set the reports down and slipped her thong off. She put it in her jacket pocket, took her hair down, and “fluffed” her breasts. She gave herself a once over in the mirrored walls, wondering if she should have reapplied her lipstick. Janice shrugged her shoulders and then picked the reports back up. She was so excited that she could hardly contain herself as she passed by Damien’s secretary. Miss Jenson had sat quietly with something that looked like scorn on her face. Janice wondered what the problem was.
“You can’t see Mr. Lansing right now.” Miss Jenson didn’t look up at Janice as she spoke to her. Her tone was neutral but it held something Janice couldn’t name. “I have permission to see him, Miss Jenson. I just received an email from him about 2 minutes ago.” Miss Jenson looked up at Janice then. “Well I guess if the boss said it was okay then I have no choice but to let you in.” She sighed and hit the buzzer. Janice didn’t say anything as she passed by the desk. Nervously, she opened the door slowly, rehearsing in her head all the things she needed to say. She wondered if Miss Jenson would be able to hear them, or if Damien would have her take a 15-minute break or something. Janice smiled a wicked little smile. It would take them more than 15 minutes to do what needed to be done. Her pussy was wet with more than anticipation.
Janice knocked on the door and waited for a response. She heard Damien say on the other side, “Come in.” and gave a welcoming smile to Damien, who looked startled to see her. This was odd. He did send her an email requesting her presence. It had specifically said that he wanted to talk to her a couple of things. He looked anxious as he leaned back in his chair. Damien laced his fingers behind his head and watched her. Janice felt nervous, wondering if she might have looked too much, into what happened this morning. Did he have a girlfriend, a wife maybe? As she stood there, Janice realized that she hardly knew anything about this man. She had been so focused on fucking him that she didn’t think of anything else. She walked to stand just a few feet in front of his desk. Carefully, keeping her tone neutral, “You wanted to see me?”
Damien leaned forward. “Yes I did. I just wasn’t expecting you to come so soon.” He placed his hands on his desk. Janice stood there for a minute looking at him. There was something off in the room but she couldn’t figure it out. Taking a mental breath, Janice decided then and there the games would stop. Nothing would stop her from at least trying to fuck him. She took those last steps to his desk, and leaned forward, letting her cleavage peek out at him. Damien smiled and licked his lips.
“Do you want it?” She let the innuendo speak for itself.
His eyes flashed in a moment of something she couldn’t recognize. She started to lean further towards him, feeling braver. He started to protest, but stopped. She heard a thump come from underneath the desk followed by a muffled, “Ouch”.
Janice jumped up from the desk like she’d been electrocuted. She glared at Damien. She knew full well what he was up to. She threw the report down on his desk, cutting him off when he began to speak. Her tone had venom in it as she said tight lipped, “Here’s that report you requested sir.” She kept trying not to let the hurt show in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let him see that this was affecting her. “I’m taking off early today,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’m assuming you finished all that you needed to?” His voice was tight, as if he was straining. He probably was. Who ever was under the desk obviously hadn’t stopped.
“Well, I had a couple things that I needed to do, but nothing of importance.” The last was said angrily and her dark gray blue eyes darkened with the poisonous hate that she was feeling towards him. He clenched his jaw as she turned to walk away from his desk, not bothering to wait for an answer.
“I didn’t give you an answer yet.” He called after her. He sounded pissed, but distracted. How dare he sound pissed.
Janice answered without turning back around. “I wasn’t asking. There’s obviously no reason for me to stay after and work late.” She turned back as she was closing the door in time to see him stand up. She didn’t dare glance down because she would have seen his cock hanging out of his pants, fully erect. She closed the door ignoring what ever he was saying to her. Janice hurried down the hallway, and stepped back into the elevator. When the doors closed she punched the mirrored wall, almost sure that it would shatter under her fist. She looked at her reflection, her eyes still dark and stormy.
“Just who the fuck does he think he is?” She asked her reflection, her arms crossed over her chest. “I stand there and practically throw myself at him and this is what happens? Am I not good enough to be used like that whore in his office?” She swore for a split second that she saw understanding in her reflection, but didn’t think twice about it. If she had looked closer, she would have noticed that her reflection’s eyes were violet with gold flecks. When the doors opened, she didn’t waste anytime at her desk. She signed off her computer and grabbed her things for the day. By the time Janice made it out to her car, it had started raining.
“Fuck!” She yelled across the parking lot, gathering the attention of some employees. Of all the times that she forgot her jacket. She hurried up and got into the car, slamming her door. She sat there for a minute, not trusting herself to drive just yet. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the seat. She would just try not to think about what happened and go on to enjoy her weekend. A few more deep breaths and she was ready to go.
By the time Janice made it to her apartment, she was still livid. She was hurt and embarrassed about what happened. Was this how it was going to be? How could she face him at work Monday morning? Every time she tried to brush it from her mind, it pushed harder. She still couldn’t believe it happened and couldn’t believe further that she was still so pissed off about it. Janice decided that a nice hot soak would do her some good and then maybe she would get dressed and go out. She deserved it and it had been such a long time since she had been out “hunting”. It had been even longer since she had been laid. She sighed when she thought about the fuck buddy she had. He had left her as quick as he came to her.
Janice made it up the stairs to her apartment, thinking about nothing but the soak that awaited her. She started stripping as she got into the apartment, unbuttoning her jacket and undoing her skirt. She remembered the panties she stuffed in her pocket and the hate flared again. She threw her clothes off her, staying clad in just her high heels. Without wanting to do anything else, she flung herself on her bed. She stared up at her ceiling, talking to herself.
“Why wasn’t I good enough for him? Why couldn’t I be the office whore? Don’t I deserve to be used too?” She began pinching roughly at her nipples. She pinched and pulled on them until they began to hurt, but it made her all the wetter. She scraped her nails down her sides and tummy, leaving a trail behind. Each stroke, she dug her nails in more, craving the pain that came with it. Janice moaned as she began torturing herself. She didn’t know why she had begun, but now she just wanted to feel the pain.
“Son-of-a-bitch, he doesn’t deserve me. He doesn’t deserve what I could do for him.” She raked her nails across her breasts, leaving more red scratch marks. Her body writhed on the bed. Janice was unaware of it, but she was being observed. “He couldn’t handle it anyway.” Her voice strained with the pleasure she was feeling. “I bet he has to be gentle with that slut under his desk. She couldn’t take a real throat fucking or getting pounded from behind.” She drove her nails deeper into her skin, little beads of red forming at the surface. “She couldn’t get choked or slapped around. She couldn’t handle the real world of rough fucking.”
“Then why did he choose her?” The voice was gruff, almost callused. “Why didn’t he choose you?”
Janice answered without thinking about it. “I don’t fucking know. Maybe he…” She stopped suddenly, looking around the room. “Who said that?”
“I did.” Janice looked from where the voice was coming from. It was coming from her mirror. She had to look twice. She saw her own reflection but then she saw something else. She sat up on her knees, watching her mirror. It seemed to be walking from a long way off, out of the darkness. As he walked closer, Janice could tell more about him. He was just over 6 feet tall with short black hair. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with no shirt. His muscled chest seemed just as chiseled as his face. His skin was a lighter color, not quite pale. The eyes were violet with gold flecks in them. Janice felt the need to cover herself up and reached for her blanket.
“Leave it.” He stepped closer to her, seeming to be right on the other side of the mirror. Janice stared in disbelief in what she was seeing. “What are you?” Her eyes were full of wonder.
He gave her a lusty grin. “I’m everything that you need right now.”
Janice sat watching as a black cloud seemed to appear around him and the mirror opened up. He entered her room, needing to duck as he left the mirror. The hole closed as he stepped all the way in. He walked over to Janice, staring down at her. His gaze raked over her body, lust heating his eyes. Janice felt herself blush a little.
“I see you’ve been busy.” He ran his finger across one of the scratch marks high up on her breast, causing her to have a quick intake of breath. She could only stare at this creature that had entered her room. “What do you plan on doing?”
The look he gave her told her more than his words could ever say, but his voice took on a deep tone, one used in the bedroom. “I’m going to use you Janice. I’m going to make you feel like the filthy whore that you want to be.” He started to unzip his jeans. “That is what you wanted, right?”
Janice was too turned on to just turn him away. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want right now. I want to feel the pain that can only be reached on certain levels.” Her eyes darkened with a hunger, reminding him of a feline that needs to feed. He grinned wickedly at her and slid his jeans down. His cock sprang to life right before her eyes. He grabbed the back of her head, making her look up at him. “Is that what you want? Do you want to be my little slut?” Janice nodded at him. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl, now show me how well you can suck my cock.” He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head towards his cock. Janice started to open her mouth flicking her tongue out to taste the head. He groaned a little, watching her lick him. She grabbed the shaft with her hand, starting to suck on the head, moving her way down lower, stroking him. She moaned as she took his member into her mouth. It had been so long since she had this feeling.
“Now suck it real nice and I’ll give you a good hard fucking.” He said that last by shoving her head down on his cock, burying it to the hilt, choking her. Janice didn’t gag at all and began to throat fuck him, causing her drool to slip out of her mouth, down her chin and to rest on his balls. The creature groaned louder, holding onto her head, fucking her throat.
“Oh what a good slut!” He pumped faster and harder, and then pulled out. He looked down at her, while she looked up at him. He seemed to snarl at her. “Now, what do you want?” Janice grinned at him. “I want to be fucked.” He grinned back, heat and malice in his eyes. He slapped her across the face, holding her face by her chin. “Excuse me? You want to be fucked, what?” He glowered at her. “I want to be fucked sir.” The creature sneered at her as he pushed her hard against the bed, her eyes staring up at him. He came down on top of her, resting his weight on his arms. His eyes were a mix between lust and something she couldn’t identify. His knee pushed her legs apart. She lay there wet and ready to take him, anxious about being fucked. It had been so long. He bent down and licked her neck, causing her to quiver. He positioned his cock at her opening and pushed. He bit down on her neck hard as he slammed his length into her. Janice screamed out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. He continued to bite her neck as he began to move in and out of her. He moved fast and hard. Janice clung to him, meeting his thrusts with her own.
He grunted as he fucked her. He lifted from biting on her neck and stopped moving. The creature grabbed both of her arms, pulling her to a sitting position, roughly putting them behind her back. He held them with one hand. His grip was bruising. Janice looked up into his eyes. There was a level of heat that she had never seen on anyone’s face before. He used his other hand and put it against her throat, choking her a little. She moaned at how good it felt. She could feel his cock pulse inside her. He looked into her eyes, a cruel smile on his face.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was gruff.
“Use and abuse my cunt. I want to be degraded.” She stared into his face. “Make me scream.”
The creature pulled his cock out, sat on his knees, and positioned his cock to where just the head was in her pussy. Janice protested. He moved his hand from her throat and raked his nails down the side of her body, bringing her legs up around his waist. He continued his assault with his nails on her upper thigh and trailed back up to her stomach. Small beads of blood formed in a trail. He started to push his cock in slow. A little bit at a time, just to tease. He kept this up for a few more strokes then pulled out to the head again. Janice’s cunt ached for the fucking she was about to get. The creature pulled out all the way then put the tip in. He let go of her arms and pushed her down on the bed. He grabbed her thighs and without any warning, he slammed forward, his balls making a resounding slap. Janice screamed out. He began power fucking her, using her thighs to leverage himself, pulling on them harder, fucking her faster and harder. Janice writhed on the bed, moaning louder, at the point of screaming. She had never been fucked this hard or fast before. It was one of the best fuckings she ever had. Janice was lost on a wave of pleasure. She was at the point of drooling from losing control. The creature grunted as he fucked himself in and out. Each stroke coming out a little bit farther. The look on his face was that of a sadistic torturer, which scared her a little. She was too distracted to give it any heed. He let go of her thighs to place her ankles on his shoulders and his hands on her hips. He pulled her to him, slamming them together, making her shriek louder. She was past the point of pleasure and was drifting in and out of being in euphoria. The creature pulled out again, looking at Janice’s writhing body.
“On your knees slut.” His voice was a little breathless but it didn’t lose the gruffness.
Janice did as she was told and got on her knees. The creature pushed her over on her elbows and grinned. She looked so good from this angle that he had to control himself just a little from ramming into her. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of hair, his mouth close to her ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, slut?” His voice was husky with a hint to cruelness to it.
Janice moaned, “Yes please. Please fuck my ass. Please.”
The creature turned her to face him and slapped her face. “Please what?”
“Please sir.” She looked at him, panting with desire.
The creature slapped her ass and pushed her head back down. Janice waited in anticipation. She felt another slap on the ass. She turned back to look at the creature, watching him lube up his cock. She screamed when she glanced up and saw another creature standing behind the one that had been fucking her. Before she could say anything, the creature standing yelled, “Get down!”
Janice shifted and watched in horror as the two creatures yelled at each other. The one that had been fucking her yelled, “Kered! How dare you spy on me! You know it’s illegal for two to go through!” He snarled at the older looking creature. Janice took in this sight and gaped. The older looking one looked very similar to the one who had been there first. The only difference she could note was that he was clean-shaven and his hair was long. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight red muscle t-shirt. He held a broad sword that didn’t look like anything out of this world. There were symbols on the blade that glowed gold on the silver blade, as the yelling got louder.
Kered held his stance, holding his sword out in front of him. “And you Nodnarb, how do you explain yourself so easily? You, using the sexual energy for wrongdoing. You know what you could have done to this harmless girl!” Nodnarb charged at Kered, a long sword appearing out of nowhere. The sounds of battle filled the room as Janice sat frightened about what was transpiring in her room. Kered and Nodnarb fought fiercely, with metal hitting metal. It went on until Nodnarb stepped back and tripped on Janice’s bra. It sent him stumbling backwards making him lose grip of his sword. It dropped to the carpet with a thud. Janice stared at the sword noticing that it was black, with red symbols on it. This definitely wasn’t from her world. Kered saw this as his opportunity. He was on top of Nodnarb in a heartbeat, seething hatred. “Brother, you have wronged your people and your crime can not go unpunished. He pressed his blade to his throat. “You wouldn’t kill me. You don’t have it in you.” Nodnarb spat at Kered.
Kered looked up at Janice. “You may want to hide your eyes.” Janice didn’t argue with the creature. She simply pulled the blankets over her head. Kered waited until he was certain she couldn’t see anything. “On your knees brother.” Nodnarb shook his head. “Never for you. You’re the one who’s wrong here.” Kered grabbed his hair and tossed him forward, making Nodnarb stay on his hands and knees. Kered raised his sword and brought it down swiftly. Janice heard the sickening thunk of a head hitting the floor. Nausea over took her briefly.
She jumped when she felt the blanket being removed from her head. Janice kept her eyes shut and almost cried out when she felt a smooth hand touch her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Kered peering down at her. He was tall, maybe a little taller than the first man was, if that’s what you can call him. He had long black hair that shined in the light and sparkling gray eyes. He had a deep husky voice that sent shivers down her spine. “It’s over and not at the same time.” Janice looked up at him confused. “Just what is that supposed to mean?” Kered sat down on the bed next to her. She was surprised to see that the sword he was carrying was gone and it was just the two of them in the room. “What happened? Where’s the body?”
Kered smiled at Janice and spoke calmly. “There is so much that you need to know but I don’t know if I’m the one who should tell you all of it.” He went from smiling to looking sad. Janice scooted a little closer and put her hand to cover his on his lap. “That was your brother, wasn’t it?” He looked up at her and Janice noticed a crystal blue tear sliding down his face. He looked down at the floor. His voice was shaky as he answered her. “Yes it was. But I did what I needed to do. And unfortunately, I have some very bad news for you.”
Janice swallowed hard and nodded at him, not sure what to say. Kered took a deep breath and looked up at her. “You’re not safe here Janice Hudson. There is a war going on from where I’m from and I’m afraid that it’s going to get a lot worse for you.” Janice was stunned. “What do you mean worse for me? I haven’t done anything.” She felt like crying. First, she is turned down from the man that she was so close to having and then she is told that she’s in danger. Life just wasn’t fair right now. Kered brought his hands up to cradle her face, turning so he was facing her. He was speaking low and Janice had to strain to hear him. “Let me enlighten your darkness and bring your doubts to a close.” He closed his eyes and started speaking in a language she couldn’t understand. “Tel lla taht saw nettogrof eb derebmemer. Tel eht ssenkrad eb decarbme ni thgil.” Janice saw images float back to her and she felt enlightened. Suddenly she saw herself with Kered. She saw herself going down on herself? As she listened to Kered’s light chanting she saw more. She felt her body tingle as she saw herself being fucked by him. When he stopped chanting. Janice opened her eyes and gazed at Kered. “It was you.”
Kered smiled and dropped his hands from her face. “Yes Janice, it was me.” He studied her for a minute, gauging her reaction. He watched as the rest of her memories from that day came flooding into her eyes. He ached to touch her, but was going to wait for her to make the first move. She must have sensed his thoughts because she met his gaze fully. “Alright so now what? Do I give you a quick fuck and you leave me again?” She stood up and walked to her mirror. She ran her hands over the sides of it. How did they get through? She walked around to the back of it and felt it, almost expecting to find a door or a hollow spot. Kered watched, knowing what she was going through. He wondered if it was too much and if he should blank her mind again. No, that wouldn’t do. It was his job now to protect her. But could he risk staying here with her? Or should he take her back with him. It wouldn’t be such a horrible thing. If he claimed to be her protector, she would be safe. If he left her here, he was afraid that another of his brothers would seek her out.
Janice turned and stared at him, hands on her hips, forgetting that she was just clad in high heels. Kered stared heatedly at her, noting the curve of her breasts and the slope of her hips. She was one of the hottest females he came into contact with. He really couldn’t help feeling that way either. “So what do you want me to do now?”
“I want you to take your heels off.” The answer threw Janice off, but she complied. She slipped out of them and stood on the floor. “Next I want you to stand in front of me.” Once again, Janice obeyed and went to stand in front of Kered. Her body had already been over heated, but was cooled off by the fighting. With that out of her mind, her cunt came back into play. Janice realized that she hadn’t cum at all and she was suffering from it. Kered reached out with both hands and placed them on her thighs. He carefully slid his hands down Janice’s leg while looking into her eyes. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her mound. Janice was touched with how tender he was being. Kered ran his hands up over her hips and her stomach. Janice gasped as he passed over the scratches on her body. He reached up and caressed her breasts. Kered began speaking to her, his voice low and husky. “You know, the first time I was here with you, I was doing what you wanted me to.” He pushed Janice back a few steps and stood up. She was shocked to see how tall he really was. Janice was about 5 foot 4 but this creature, this man was at least 6 foot 5. He grabbed Janice by the shoulders and pulled her to him. He caressed her arms and his palms brushed the sides of her breasts. He spoke again, “But this time, I’m going to do what I want.” With the last said, he pushed her down on the bed and scooted her up on it. Janice leaned on her elbows watching him. Kered took his shirt off and joined her on the bed. He lay next to her, looking down at her. “Oh the things I could do to you sweet Janice.”
Janice leaned up so she could be eye to eye with him. “Then do them, Kered.” She took his hand and put it on her hip. “You’ve had me before, why is this time different?” He chuckled a little. “Because this time you’ll remember it and I want it to be good for you.” Janice smiled at him. That was so sweet! But sweet wasn’t exactly what she wanted. She still wanted to be fucked. It should have made her feel a little shameful, but she figured there was no going back now. He had already seen her naked and had been extremely intimate with her. “I want you to do whatever you want to me, Kered. Take me now and make me feel good.”
Kered pushed Janice on her back and crawled on top of her. He used his knee to part her legs and rubbed it against her cunt. The rough material felt good as Janice ground herself against his leg. Kered set about kissing her neck, licking a long trail from her neck to her ear lobe. He sucked and nibbled on it while using a free hand to massage her breast. He played with the nipple, pulling on it and pinching just a little. Janice groaned at the sweet torture. Kered moved his hand from her breast to roam down her stomach. He stopped playing with her ear lobe and started kissing her. Janice made small whimpering sounds as Kered’s fingers played along her slit. He slipped them down and found her clit. Janice bucked her hips as he applied pressure to it, rubbing in a small circle.
“Ahem.” The sound of a throat-clearing coming from across the room startled them both. Kered and Janice looked up to see a rather mature looking man standing in her room. His face wasn’t weathered or wrinkled, but she could tell he was much older. He had long silver white hair that flowed down his muscled chest that was decorated in tattoos. Janice couldn’t identify the symbols but was intrigued by them. She looked at Kered and noticed how displeased he looked. “Rotciv. What brings you to the other side of the mirror?”
Rotciv stepped forward and Janice noticed that not only was he taller than Kered, he was the biggest man she had ever seen. He was wearing black pants and boots. It struck her a little odd that these… people wore clothes like she did. “I come to fetch you young one and bring you and the human home with me.” He spoke the last looking at Janice. He had swirling blue and silver eyes that mesmerized her. She had completely forgotten her appearance. Kered had reached around and handed Janice her bathrobe. “You have the worst timing, Rotciv.” He glanced at Janice. “The absolute worst timing.” Rotciv grinned at Kered. “It’s actually the best timing I’ve had all day. Now hurry. Get the girl dressed as I prepare the mirror.” He turned his back and Janice had to keep from gasping. From the back of his head, to the tips of his hair had the same symbols that were on his chest in black over the silver. It was the coolest thing she had ever seen. Curious, she turned Kered’s head away from her and searched his hair. Sure enough in his raven black hair, there were symbols in reds, purples, and blues that went from the back of his head to the tips of his hair.
Kered turned to smile at her. “Neat, huh?”
“I’ll say.” Janice got up off the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. She reached down to put her bathrobe on. “Shouldn’t I have something else on?” She looked at Kered.
“That’s up to you, Janice. I think Rotciv here just wants a free show.”
Rotciv, who had been doing something to the mirror, reached behind him and gave Kered the bird. Janice stifled a giggle and put her robe on. She sighed and took it off, knowing just what she wanted to wear most. Janice stepped by the two men and walked into her closet. She pulled out a pair of light blue pajama bottoms and slipped a pair of black panties on. Next, she put on a black sport’s bra and slid the pajama bottoms up. Rotciv had stopped what he was doing and stood to watch her. Kered had a curious look on his face and decided to say something. “You have to hurry Janice. We need to go as quickly as possible.”
Janice turned as she slipped on a larger black t-shirt. “Why do I need to hurry for you to leave?”
Rotciv and Kered glanced at each other. It was Rotciv who walked over to Janice and took both of her hands. He looked down at her and said in a tone, one might use with a child, “Sweet sweet girl, it is not safe for you here. And it is not safe for our people to be on the other side of the mirror. This day, three have gone through, three must go back.” His eyes swirled slowly as he looked down at her. “I don’t understand,” Janice started to say. Rotciv smiled at her. “It will all make sense soon. But you must make haste young one. Time is ticking slowly where we’re from, because I said it to be. It won’t last long and I fear the consequences.”
Janice stepped away from Rotciv and looked around. “I have to leave all of this?” She felt the anger flare and turned to face Kered. She glared at him. “This is all you’re fault. If you wouldn’t have come to me, I could still be here. This is where I belong, damn it.” She felt like she was going to cry and that was something she loathed. Kered sat on the bed and tried to look regretful. He started to say something, but was cut off by Rotciv. “If it wasn’t him who came to you, it would have been someone else. You are not alone in this realm, Janice. You’ve been watched for a long time and it was only a matter of time before someone came to you.” His tone changed. “And you’re damn lucky it was Kered here who showed up. Had it been Nodnarb who came first, I fear that you would not be standing here.”
Janice cut him off. “I’m still pissed.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Rotciv. “Who says I have to go anyway? What if I want to stay here? I don‘t necessarily have to live in this apartment.” Rotciv sighed. He was getting tired of her ignorance and time was really running out. “And be miserable? You would be watching your boss fuck his new toy and be absolutely miserable because you weren’t good enough for him.” His voice held a hint of anger. How dare he be angry! Janice was more than pissed now and Kered shook his head, but didn’t say anything. Janice opened her mouth to pop off to Rotciv but he cut her off. “Say whatever you want, you little bitch. But you are going. You are not jeopardizing what we built and that’s that!” He turned and stomped into the mirror. Janice stood there amazed, pissed, and confused all at once. Rotciv was going to hear what she had to say one way or another.
Kered got up off the bed and walked over to her. He bent down, picked her slippers up, and handed them to her. “Are you ready?” He knew that they needed to leave and really didn’t want to get her started on a rant. Janice just nodded. Fear and anger swirled in her eyes, making them turn to a light blue gray. Kered bit back the smile that he felt forming. These two were going to be very entertaining to be around. He took her by the hand as she slipped her slippers on and walked over to the mirror. Janice gave another glance back at her room. “Goodbye roommates, goodbye reality… Goodbye, Damien.” Kered held her close and started chanting, slowly they made it through the mirror and Janice knew that things were going to be a lot different. She also knew that once she saw that bastard Rotciv again, she had a few things to say to him.

Ode to Janice

I feel so bad right now. I feel like I’ve neglected a close friend or family member. I’m calling this blog “Ode to Janice” because last night I read something on line that one of my (currently) favorite authors said. She said that to her, creating her characters is basically this. You create the character, but then that character gets a mind of its own, becomes his or her own person. And it just really resonated with me. It also put in the fact that writers really are a certain kind of insane. My husband worded it best though when he said that writers were like children who never grew out of playing with our toys, bringing them to life, and I tend to agree with him. I can’t recall how many times I did something for a character because they liked it. So, against maybe my better judgement, or whatever you wish to call it, I’m going to reveal Janice. I feel that if she goes the way I want her to, or well not her, but her story, I’ll be doing this again. C’est la vie.

I was 17 when she came to me. And that’s exactly what it was. She came to me. I was sitting at my desk, listening to some music when this vision appeared. I could see her so clearly in my mind, and the thing was I wasn’t thinking about any particular person, or story, but as soon as she popped into my head, I knew her story. I could see her hair was a red, but nothing that natural redheads had, yet it was her natural color. Her eyes a shade of gray, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that weren’t contacts. And it built from there. Soon I was plunking away at my keyboard, seeing her sit in this room I had created. I had this doll to do what I wanted, but it wasn’t like that. Soon I was listening to what she wanted to listen to and creating things for her. It felt completely natural and when I start on a story, it still feels that way. I just feel so damned guilty that I neglected her for so long. The reason? I got scared. I won’t go into a ton of details because that would give so many plot points away, but this was huge. The was perhaps the biggest thing I had started writing. TONS of ideas. Hours of brainstorming and really I didn’t know how to get it all out there. So many things. Too many things. And it just started with a story. Smut. But she wanted me to build more for her. And now last night after reading that post, I realize what I need to do. I need to just write down all of the ideas, even the ones that are total shite and just set them aside. I need to be that friend again, that attentive lover, doting on my character, giving her what she needs. I plan on doing just that. I just hope that it isn’t too late and she still wants to be my friend.

Day Late and …Well a few dollars short

So I totally did it again! (Not sure why that sounds so flippant, but I do type how I talk. It’s not ditzy sounding out loud. Promise.)

Ahem. Anywho.
So yeah. I had to blow dust off of this and then I spaced writing a Halloween blog. I wasn’t sure what to write about because I don’t feel like this needs to be an update blog. I have decided however that I’m going to be starting or rather trying to start a video blog. It’s not going to be anything like this blog. So I’m not going to ramble on about life happenings and read smut to my viewers. Although I guess that could be kind of erotic. (Wheels are turning now!)
Nope. This blog, the one you’re reading that is, I’m going to post a few stories I wrote for extra credit in my medical terminology class. They’re still very fitting since it’s Samhain. Enjoy. <|=) (That’s a witch, just so you know.)

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I’ve come comio for the corono that beats in his thoraco.
The encephalo in his cranio keeps him witty and fun.
The hemo pumping through his varico.
But mostly I’ve come to crave the glyco his cyano-opthalmos pour into my psychosis.

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Part of his cephalo is missing. He looks ill. Suddenly those dead eyes turn to me. I’m a being of interest. My heart hurts as I watch him walk in his cell. He doesn’t know I’m alive but I know he’s dead. He can smell my sarco. His hunger grows. His eyes are melano. His lips are erythro. Blood drips from his oro. His latero is visible and I can see his entero. The last of the chezieno drips to the ground from the tears in his abdomen. I raise the pistol and pull the trigger. The bullet tears through his rhino and makes his head snap back. His body falls to the floor and I wonder for just a moment what kind of bio he lived before the change.

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“I can’t go in there!” Dave Lucas stepped out of the way, holding his sleeve to his naso. He kept turning several shades of green. I could see the conio flying from where the door stood open. I moved closer and it hit me. Mortem, the osmo was undeniable. Suddenly I didn’t want to look postero the door. But I had an image to keep up.

“Lucas, get in there! I can’t keep covering your back. Sooner or later you’re going to have to discover the dead before I do.”

He just shook his head at me.

“God, you’re such a bleeding colpo.” I shoved him towards the door. “Now get in there!”
Lucas reluctantly moved forward. I could tell from his body language he was going to emeso.

“You lose your gastro here and I’ll never take you out again.”

He turned to glare at me, to say something, but he never had the chance. Something flew at him, fast and hard. I heard it hit his trachea and then he was down, gasping for ox. I watched in fascination as him and this thing tumbled around on the ground. The sounds resembled dogs fighting over a piece of meat. And that’s when I realized it. Not one, but two zombies were attacking Dave. I reached for my gun, knowing I didn’t have a clear shot, but I had to take the chance.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, opened them and fired. The things stopped twitching. Chole rose in my pharyngo, and I felt it my turn to lose my stomach. There was only one zombie, but it had two heads; Siamese twins.

“Jesus.” I knelt down in front of the mass of bodies. One head was still alive, the mouth snapping at me. Its teeth are rotting, the color a shade of xantho. I could just shoot it, but this is something that needs to be studied. My attention is drawn to Dave. He’s been bit, but he’s still alive. I pull out my phone and make a call to headquarters. I inform them that my agent is bit and I have a 4231, an anomalo that needs to be picked up. A voice in my auro informs me that they are already out and can’t be reached. Fantastic. That’s just the news that I wanted.

Dave starts to moan and I hang up the phone, after snapping orders to the receptionist.

“Am I dying?” He puts his hand to his face and starts whimpering. “I’ve been bit! Oh god, I’m going to change! Kill me! Please! I don’t want to be one of them!”

I roll my eyes and try not to lose my temper. “You’ve seen too many movies. You’re not going to change.” I sit down next to him and kick the zombie away, amazed that it can’t get up since its twin is dead.

He calms down some. “What do you mean I’m not going to change?  Isn’t that how it works?”

I take a deep breath and begin to explain. “The truth is we still don’t know what causes this patho. We originally thought it was a septico, but then it evolved into something worse.” I pause and look at him. “Wait. Why am I explaining this to you? Weren’t you a part of training?”

The lack of gnoso flashes in his eyes. “There was training?”

I bite the inside of my bucco, preventing the nasty things I could say. Instead I ask, “How’s your brachio?”

“It hurts, but I’m okay. Can I sit up?”

“Sure.”

Janice – Meeting With Herself

Janice awoke with a start. She sat up in bed, still groggy. She laid back down and groaned, sinking into her pillow. She was soaked and once again had no one to take care of it for her. She felt like crying out, but she knew that would just bring her roommates running. She had that dream about him again. They seemed to be happening more frequent recently. She shifted in bed and rolled over, her eyes meeting her reflection. She began talking to it. “You waste all that time at your job teasing him and you never take that one chance. What kind of woman are you supposed to be anyway?” Janice could have sworn she saw understanding in her reflection’s eyes, but blew it off. She had a meeting to attend in a few hours anyway.
She rolled out of bed, getting to her feet and stretching. Her long shapely body stretched up as she yawned. Her short nighty raised up some, showing off her flat stomach. Her nipples poked through the thin material. They were so hard they hurt. Janice would give anything to have someone here to help her. She’d give anything to have.. “Damien.” The name slipped off her lips in a sigh. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. She turned on the shower and unclothed herself. She slipped into the hot water. She washed her hair, making sure to get all the soap out it, then tended to washing her body. Rubbing the wash cloth over her nipples just made it worse. She had to have some relief if she was going to be sane for the rest of the day. She rubbed the cloth over her pussy, which just made it more wet. She groaned at how good it felt. She rinsed the soap off and set the cloth on the rack. Janice began to rub and pinch her nipples. It hurt and felt good at the same time. She kept one hand working on her nipples and slid the other one down her body. She felt her clit and began to rub it slowly. She moaned softly and kept rubbing it, pinching it gently. Her hand began to pick up speed within a few minutes. She was making herself so hot. Janice looked around the shower for something to play with. She remembered her vibrator was in her room. “Shit.” She turned off the shower and semi-toweled off.
Janice entered her room and went straight to her bed, reaching into the drawer on the nightstand, grabbing her vibrator. She laid down and starting rubbing her clit more furiously. She placed the vibrator at the entrance of her pussy and pushed. She was so wet that she didn’t need the lube she normally needed. Janice moaned as she began to move the vibrator in and out slowly. “Ohh…” Janice closed her eyes and imagined that it was a cock moving in and out of her. “Yeah a vibrating one.” She giggled to herself. Janice started to move the vibrator faster. She breathed harder and faster as she worked her hand. “Oh yes.” She breathed. “That’s the spot..” Janice closed her eyes again and fucked herself harder. Now if only she could be able to put her mini vibrator in her ass…
Janice pinched at her clit, clawed at her nipples and moaned louder. She was getting close to cumming but knew it wouldn’t be as satisfying. She fucked her cunt harder and faster, wanting to cum so bad. She moved her hips wanting it so bad. She finally came with a cry that said that it was fun but not satisfying enough. Janice lay there with her eyes closed, covered by her arm. She heard a small noise but thought nothing of it. “Why is it never satisfying enough?” She whispered. “Maybe you need help.” “Yeah maybe.” Janice sat up with a start. “Who said that?” “Why I did.” She looked around her room. She looked at the mirror. Her reflection, or so she thought, was sitting a different way. Janice rubbed her eyes like she was seeing something. It sounded like her, but she wasn’t sure. “Did you say something?” Her reflection looked up at her. “Mmhmm. I did.” Janice sighed. “Ok, now I know I’m losing it.” Her reflection smiled at her. “No Janice, you’re not.” She got up off the bed and started to walk towards her. Janice sat stunned watching.
The image of herself came out of the mirror and walked up to her. Janice looked up at her reflection. Somehow, she seemed different. She smiled at her. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” Janice looked up into her own face, but yet it wasn’t hers. She had the same hair, the same smile, and her eyes… There was something about her eyes that made her seem completely unreal. She reached down and brushed a lock away from Janice’s face. “I know what you need Janice. I can help you.. If you’ll let me?” Janice sat stunned. “What… What are you?” Her reflection smiled again. “I’m you Janice. I’m your every wish, you’re every need, anything and everything you are is what I am.” “What do I call you.” She leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You don’t have to call me anything.” Janice looked into her eyes. Her reflection leaned close, her lips a breath away from Janice‘s. “Anything…” She pushed forward and kissed her gently. Janice’s eyes closed as she kissed this woman back. Her lips felt the same as they moved against hers. The woman laced her finger’s through Janice’s and she laid her back. She kissed her lips, her neck, moving just the way Janice did.
She traveled lower, nipping at her breasts. She swirled her tongue around Janice’s nipple, biting it gently. Janice moaned as this… her reflection began to pleasure her. She moved from one nipple to the other, repeating the motions. She slid her hands down Janice’s body, raking her nails across her skin. Janice shuddered, then moaned when her fingers found her clit. It was already throbbing. The woman traveled lower still. Janice watched as she left her nipples to trail kisses and bites down her body. She groaned out loud when her lips found Janice’s pussy. She sucked and licked at her clit, tugging it gently with her teeth, causing Janice to gasp and squirm on the bed. She couldn’t help but watch this woman who was her reflection. She looked at Janice, and what she saw was frightening. She had fangs and her eyes were a deep amethyst. She bit Janice’s inner thigh, and started to suck on it. She could feel a little bit of pain but mostly pleasure. Janice threw her head back and moaned. The woman started to eat Janice out hard. She sucked on her clit and bit it. She flicked her tongue over it repeatedly. Janice started to shake. No one had ever eaten her pussy this good. “Oh God.” The creature lifted her head and smiled. She had blood dripping from her lips. Janice moaned at the sight of it. The creature crawled up her body and kissed Janice hard. Her head spun from the kiss. She leaned over and asked her. “Do you want more? I can be so much more than this.” Janice gulped hard. “What are you?” The creature smiled wickedly. “I’m anything and everything you want. I can be whatever you need me to be. And right now I think I know what you need.”
The creature stood up, standing at the foot of the bed. She began to change. Her breasts shrunk until they were the size of a man’s, and her pussy transformed into a thick and beautiful cock. It was about eight inches long and two and half inches wide. Janice felt like she could drool over a cock that beautiful. The creature’s facial features changed as well. The hair grew longer and blacker. The eyes became the color of a sparkling gray. Janice gasped as she realized that she had seen this face before. The more she thought about it, the more it came to her. The body transformed as she thought. It became muscular and taller. It was like she was watching a science fiction film. She grinned as she heard the creature speak. He had a deep husky voice that sent chills down her spine.
“What do you want to do to me?” Janice stared at him with a hunger that she wasn’t sure of where it came from. The creature smiled at her. Janice got up and stood before him. She was only inches away from him. “I want to suck your cock.” The creature smiled at her. “Then please, do as you will to me.” Janice reached out and grabbed his hands. They felt warm, not cold like she expected. As if he could read her thoughts, he smiled. She pulled him to her then pushed him back on the bed. She knelt down in front of him and thought about this “thing” that had come to her. She nipped at his legs, starting with his muscular thighs. She reached his sac and gently flicked her tongue over it. He groaned some. She swirled her tongue around on it, massaging it as she did so. He lay there as she pleasured him. It had been so long since she had the touch of another person.
Janice began to stroke his cock as she sucked on his balls. She squeezed at the base and worked her way up. He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair, tugging her head up. He knew that he was supposed to let her have what she wanted but he had to feel her mouth on his cock. Janice lifted her head and licked his cock slowly, running her tongue up and down the length of him. She swirled her tongue around the head and placed her lips on the tip. Slowly she opened her mouth and took him inside. She sucked gently while stroking the length of him. He moaned low, pushing gently on the back of her head. Janice slipped her head down slowly, sucking harder as she went. She took all of him in her mouth and began to move slowly. He moved his hips up and down in time with her mouth fucking. She slid her tongue back and forth across his shaft, sucking harder on it. “Yeah that’s it, suck my cock.” He breathed while pulling on her hair.
Janice moaned again, feeling her pussy juice drip down her thigh. He smiled as he heard the slithering of her wetness. He moaned again as she sucked harder. “Janice, come to me. I must taste you.” Janice stood up and positioned herself so they were in a sixty-nine position. He pulled her over him, licking her inner thigh and then pulled down roughly. She went back to sucking his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head. He seemed to like that with the way he breathed in. He sucked on her clit as she worked her tongue on his cock. She moved her tongue in a “come hither” movement, all up and down his cock. He pulled her hair roughly, taking her mouth away from him. Janice looked back at him. His eyes had darkened to a silver that shone deeply. “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” He smiled at her. “No Janice, you did nothing wrong.” He sat up, moving her with him. He caressed her breasts from behind and bit at her earlobe. She shuddered and tilted her head for him. He licked her ear and whispered. “I want you to ride me Janice. I want you to ride me hard and fast.” He bit her earlobe. Janice nearly cried out from the pleasure.
He laid back and she turned around, straddling him, sitting just inches above his throbbing fuck tool. She lowered herself down on it, holding onto the base, squeezing gently. They both gasped as the head popped in and moaned in unison as she slid down on it. She settled into place and began to ride him slow, getting used to the feel of his huge cock in her. Janice rode him in a slow steady rhythm. He had his head back on the pillow, eyes closed. He looked like he was in a deep concentration. Janice leaned down over him and whispered in his ear. “Tell me what you want.” His eyes opened and locked with hers. He grinned wickedly and pulled her down to him. Just inches away from her lips he said, “I want you to fuck me.. Hard.” She grinded down on him, her cunt juices slipping out and dripping down his sac. He groaned and placed his hands on her hips, holding her as she fucked him harder and harder. She tossed her head back, moaning. It felt so good, and it had been such a long time since she had an actual cock in her.
Janice bucked her hips harder and faster as she felt herself getting closer. She knew she was going to cum and didn’t want to stop it. The creature reached up and clasped his hands around her neck, choking her slightly. She gasped and fucked him harder. Her hands on both sides of his head. Her fingers gripped the pillows and her thighs clamped to the sides of his chest. He bucked his cock in her, so they were fucking harder and harder together. This was about all she was going to be able to take. She clenched her teeth and rocked harder on him. Her body moving faster, her neck still in his grasp. Through clenched teeth, he growled, “Cum on my cock.” Janice moaned again, “Ohhhh.. I’m gonna cum on your hard cock!” And that she did too. She came hard, with one final jerk. She pulled on his hair and bit his neck. He released her neck. “That.. Was.. So.. Good..” She said with a smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed that, but I’m not done with you yet.”
Before she knew what he was going to do, he flipped her over on her back and crawled on top of her. He positioned his cock and with one thrust rammed himself in, balls deep. Janice’s eyes widened and she nearly screamed out. Not from the pain, but from how good it felt. He began to fuck her harder than what they had been doing. He threw her long legs over his shoulders and pressed all of his weight down on her. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, making her go crazy. He held onto her wrists with both hands as he fucked her. He let go with one hand to assault her nipples. They were so hard. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. She arched her back, and moved her hips up to meet his pounding thrusts. She whimpered as he bit her nipples. He fucked her harder and faster, growling in her ear. “I want you to cum for me! I want to feel it gush around my cock.” Janice whimpered and raked her nails across his back. She could feel some flesh beneath her fingernails. He didn’t seem to mind. He just fucked her harder. She cried out and bit his neck, as she came. Her body tensed up as she released a flood of cum all over his still rigid cock.
He slipped his hand down her body and pinched her clit, making her to squirm on the bed. He released her wrists and sat up, sliding out of her sopping pussy. He grinned down at her. “Get on your knees.” She looked confused for a second. He got up and kneeled down on the floor. He pulled out a box black box and opened it. Inside were various toys and lubes. He pulled one out and set it where she couldn’t see it. He got back up on the bed and sat behind her. He leaned forward and started nibbling on her ass. She sighed and relaxed, some, letting her head hang. He massaged it with both hands, then gave it a good hard “SMACK”. Janice moaned and looked back at him. He had a devilish look in his eye. She saw him lean forward his teeth nipping at her ass. She shuddered as she felt his finger massaging the hole. She nearly leaped off the bed when he spread her cheeks and let his tongue go to work. No one had ever licked her ass before. It was heaven. He stopped and pulled out a small vibrator, he put some lube on it and slowly slid it into her ass, her whimpering making him want to take it out and just take it right there, but he refrained.
He took out the vibrator and replaced it with a finger, lubing up her hole nice and good. She moaned when he slipped two fingers in, fucking her ass with them slowly. “Ohh that feels sooo goooood.” Janice moaned, while looking back at him. He lubed up another finger and stuck it in her ass. His cock on fire and the anticipation growing. He fucked his fingers in and out, her muscles relaxing and her hole being stretched to accommodate his girth. “Let me know when you want it.” He leaned forward, nipping her shoulder and scraping his teeth down her side. She sucked in her breath, feeling his finger working in her ass and his breath on her back. She was about to tell him to let her have it when his hand snaked up under her and began to rub her clit. He pinched at it, making her squirm a little. “Now. Fuck it now.”
He obliged by sliding his fingers out and then lubed up his cock. He spread her ass cheeks with one hand and guided his cock in with the other. He slid the head of his cock in, feeling her muscles squeezing as he pushed in. She moaned with each inch he pushed in. “More.” She turned back and looked at him lust in both of their eyes. He thrust in one last time, slamming  the last four inches in. “Oh fuck!” She cried. Janice shook a minute, almost cumming at the sheer intensity of it. She had never had a cock that big in her ass before. She loved it though. She pushed back against him and wriggled a little bit.
He groaned and grabbed her hips, relishing in the feel of his cock buried deep in her ass. He started to pump, feeling her ass suck on his cock as he plunged into her time and time again. She pushed back on his cock, moaning and whimpering for him to fuck her faster and harder. He obliged of course and Janice cried out, feeling her ass being stretched was the greatest feeling but to have it fucked by this beautiful creature was even better. She bit her bottom lip as he pummeled her ass. “Harder.” The creature smiled to himself. He had really gotten lucky with this one. He pulled out to the tip and then slammed back in, causing Janice to scream. It wasn’t out of pain though. She knew that if he kept that up she would cum again. He moaned loudly as he felt his cock twitch. “Ohhhh fuck!” Janice bit back a moan and looked back at him. She couldn’t help but moan when she saw him. His eyes were closed and his body was coated in a film of sweat. His muscles glistened from it and she could see his thigh muscles working as he fucked her.
He opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back at him. “Talk dirty to me.” He looked at her for a moment then grinned. He was definitely lucky to get this one. “Alright..” He fucked her and then stopped. She cried out in disappointment and looked back at him. “What are you doing?” He returned the stare. “Tell me what you want.” Janice realized what he was doing and played along. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.” He sneered, pulling his cock out some. “Oh you do, do you?” He pulled it out another couple inches. “Yes I do. I want you to fuck me hard.” He pulled out another inch, staring at her, almost wanting to protest himself. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.” She watched as another inch slipped out. She looked at him with pleading eyes as more of his cock started to appear. “Give it to me. Fuck my ass like the slut I am.” He grabbed her hips and leaned over her. “Bite the pillow you filthy slut.” She did as she was told, sliding a pillow towards her and putting her mouth around it. He stroked her head.
“Now bite it!” He yelled as he grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard as he could, pulling her back just as hard. She bit into the pillow, it barely concealed the scream that she let out. He leaned over her again and said into her ear, “Now rub your clit.” She did as she was told, groaning when her fingers found the little nub. She rubbed at it and as she did she felt something pushing into her fuck hole. She looked down and realized that he had grabbed one of her vibrators and was going to stick it into her. “I want you to fuck yourself with this while I fuck your tight little ass.” Janice obeyed reaching down and stuffing the plastic fuck toy into her cunt. She began to fuck herself with it, slowly at first, the vibrations making her shudder. He fucked her ass hard and fast, sometimes altering speeds, sometimes pulling out some of the way and fucking her with just the tip. She moaned and writhed on the bed. He had to slow down sometimes to keep himself from cumming too soon. Just because he was a creature, he was still just as sensitive as a human was unless she willed him to be more long lasting. But this fucking was all about her.
She felt him lean up over her, “Do you feel full my little slut?” Janice moaned and looked back at him, gazing deep into his amethyst eyes. “Ohh yess, soo full.” He slid his hand down around her tummy, raking his nails across the sensitive flesh causing her to gasp. He could feel her hand pumping the toy in and out of her pussy. He covered her hand with his own and removed it taking over pumping the toy in and out. He rammed it into her cunt a few times causing her to squeal. He whispered into her ear, “When I tell you, I want you to cum for me. I want to see the juices dripping off of your cunt.” Janice bit her bottom lip and looked back at him. The creature powered his cock and the toy in unison, sending Janice spiraling down into a world of pleasure. She pushed back against his thrusts, feeling herself getting closer and closer, trying to hold it back for him.
The creature’s breath was on her neck and she was lifted against his powerful body. “Now Janice! Cum now!” Janice screamed out as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out and writhed against the creature’s body. Her pussy began to spasm and her ass twitched. This was the most pleasure she had ever had and it was taking hold of her so fast. The creature cried out harshly, “Where do you want my cum?” Janice knew what would happen if he came in her ass. She would lose this feeling and she could probably benefit from another mind blowing orgasm but had another idea. “My mouth, I want to taste it. ” She told at him.
He pulled his cock out of her turned her around, stroking it hard and fast. He groaned when she flicked her tongue out over the tip, gathering the precum. She opened her mouth just as the creature let out a harsh cry and spilled his cum into her awaiting mouth. Janice lapped it up gladly and swallowed all of it. The creature looked down at her and grinned, his body shaking from his own orgasm. “Do you feel better now?” He stroked her cheek and she smiled at him. “Yes much better, thank you.” She laid down and stretched looking up at him. “So is this a one time thing?” She asked him, “Or do I get to feel this kind of pleasure when I get lonely again?” The creature leaned down and lay next to her. “You won’t remember any of this after I’m gone. It’s forbidden that we let people remember the pleasure.” Janice looked at him a little bit of hurt shone in her eyes. “I don’t understand.” The creature touched her shoulder gently. “If you were to remember what kind of pleasure you received then you would want it all the time, and not being able to get it would drive you crazy. None of your lovers would compare and you’d be frustrated all the time.” Janice nodded looking into his eyes. She noted that he was beginning to change again. She started to see her own face staring back at her. Janice leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips, running her hand back over her body, and closed her eyes, drifting into a nice and peaceful slumber. Her reflection smiled and got up off the bed, He put the toys away, and with a few thoughts, put Janice back as she was before. Her pussy and ass became the same size, as if a large cock hadn’t entered her at all. She would just have the little mark on her thigh and this would all seem like a dream to her. The creature stepped back into the mirror, casting one last glance back at Janice, smiling at her.

A Most Unusual Punishment: Introduction

Eagle Valley had the most misbehaved students in her school. It had been said in her teacher reviews that there was no controlling them. They had been threatened to the point of expulsion and nothing had worked. Measures had to be taken. The teachers were losing patience and yet, gaining a learning experience. They had gotten together recently and decided that something must be done. Never once in their teaching careers had they come across students as unruly. Something was going to be done. They had pitched their money together and invited the meanest Headmaster in England to their school, more than sure that he could tame the students.

David Byron sat at his desk reading over the reviews of Eagle Valley. He smiled cruely and set the papers aside. He was never one to turn down a challenge and this was definitely a task he wouldn’t pass up. He would be taking over the school as a principal, in the American term. He rolled the word around on his tongue, principal. It suited him well. He would use the word as a title, but he would still be Headmaster Byron.

Picking up the phone to his office assistant, he began giving out instructions, “Daphne, I’m going to need you to run a few errands for me. It appears that I’m going to America.”

Daphne laughed, “Very good sir! I’m glad you decided to take this job. We will miss you here though.”

David sat quietly. “Were you going through my mail again, Daphne?” His tone was calm yet unpleasant. He could see Daphne sitting in her chair, now stiff with fear of getting caught. “Answer me, Daphne. Did you or did you not go through my mail again?”

Daphne swallowed loud enough for David to hear it over the phone before meekly saying, “Yes, sir.”

David said quietly into the phone, “Come here, Daphne. And bring the stapler.” He hung up the phone and sat calmly at his desk.

Daphne, a girl of twenty-two skulked into the room. She had mousey brown hair that fell to her shoulders which she kept held back from her face with a headband. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. David watched as her pink tongue nervously darted out to wet her plump lips. Today she was wearing a gray skirt that hit below her knees, a dark blue blouse with long sleeves and one inch heels with a round toe. Daphne never wore excessive make-up and while she was mousey, she was quite pretty. With a rather large bust and curvy hips, it was a wonder why she was Miss Modest. But David knew better. When she had begun working for him a year ago she was Miss Modest. Now it was only a facade. Underneath the frumpy clothing and mask of a meak woman, lurked a cock hungry sex slave who begged for punishment. It wasn’t always like that though. She used to just misbehave because of being distracted, unobservant, and lazy. David changed that. She had gone through the punishments extremely well and it changed her. Now she only misbehaved if she was horny. Though, he supposed that her being nosey was something that wouldn’t change. He hid the smile he felt trying to form on his face.

She set the stapler on his desk and stood with her hands folded behind her back.

David stood up commanding the power in the room. He stood at six foot three and towered over Daphne’s five foot frame. His words were clipped and his tone firm. “Assume the position.”

Daphne swallowed and moved to stand behind his desk. Carefully, she bent at the waist, keeping her hands behind her back. David stood behind her and pulled one arm up and lay it on the desk. He picked up the stapler and with precision stapled first the left shirt sleeve to the desk. “You know why I’m doing this, don’t you?” He pressed his body tight to hers, feeling her breath quicken. The poor thing was shaking. His smile would have made a predator jealous.
She nodded and refused to look at him, her cheeks a little red.He picked up her other arm and did the same. David set the stapler down and leaned over her. He moved the hair away from her face and whispered in her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl again, Daphne. I’m going to have to punish you.”

Daphne nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

David sat back down and opened up the bottom right drawer in his desk. Laying flat, neat and organized were his tools he used on the girl. He picked up a wooden ruler and lay it to the side of her. Daphne swallowed. Next he took out a soft blue rope that he used for special occasion, and finally pulled out a black box, long and not that wide, but a little plump. David took off his jacket and set it on the chair behind him. Next he took his tie off and unbuttoned the collar, loosening it some. The whole time he kept his eyes on Daphne. She would look back at him for a second, meeting his gaze, and then look away.

“Now, Daphne. Tell me what I should use on you and why.” He stood with his hands behind his back and looked down at her. Daphne looked at the items on the desk, gulped, and then said quietly, “The rope, sir, because I need my legs restrained.”

David smiled. “I agree, Daphne.” He stood up and gripped her hips making her gasp as he pulled her ass out roughly. He smiled coyly and ran his hands around the front of the girl. He squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples before sliding his hands down to her skirt. He felt for the zipper on the side and released it with a sigh. Slowly he slipped the skirt down her creamy thighs, smiling at the fact that she was pantyless. He chuckled and shivers raced up and down Daphne’s spine.

His voice was deep, thick with a British accent. It was distinguished, but velvety smooth. “Were you planning on being bad today, Daphne?”

Daphne giggled and let out a soft moan as David’s hand found her pussy lips. He ran his finger up and down her wet slit before slipping a digit into her tight cunt. “My, my,” he breathed, “what do we have here?” He let his finger slip deeper and started to move it within her. Daphne moaned and lifted her head to look back at him.

“Please, sir.” She pushed her ass back at him, want showing in her eyes.

David reached his arm out and grabbed the rope. He knelt down behind her and ran his hands over her ass, giving it a solid swat. He loved the way she shuddered and knew she was biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He made her spread her legs as far as they would go and then expertly started tying her ankles to the desk. When he was done, he tested how far, she could move. Her arms weren’t stretched too far, but it made what he wanted accomplishable. David played with the skin of her inner thighs, making her shiver. Daphne watched hungrily as he walked around the desk to stand in her view. He pulled his cock out and with slow movements, started pumping his hand. “Do you want something, Daphne?” He was teasing her. He knew exactly what she wanted and he planned on giving it to her. But she still had a lesson to learn.

He stopped pumping his fist and walked back around Daphne. Without any warning, he slapped her ass. Daphne gasped and her breathing picked up. David spoke low, “You were bad, Daphne.” He slapped her again. “You must not go through the mail of others.” His hand snaked out, wrapping his fingers around her throat. Daphne moaned as he slapped her ass again. “Tell me, Daphne.” He paused and squeezed her throat a little, knowing how much she liked to be choked. “Tell me why I shouldn’t punish you. Tell me why I should just give you what you want.” He leaned down over her, sliding two fingers into her wet cunt. Daphne’s tunnel clamped down on his fingers, squeezing while her hips pushed back.

“I-I was bad,” she panted. “Please punish me, Mr. Byron.”

David chuckled and moved his fingers in and out slowly. She whispered, “Please.”

His cock ached and it wouldn’t hurt giving her what she wanted. He knew she wouldn’t learn, at least that was the pattern. “Tell me what you are, Daphne.” He let go of her throat and grasped her hair.

Daphne swallowed. “I’m a little cock hungry slut who doesn’t know any better.”

David smiled. That wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but it would work. He removed his fingers and used her cunt juice to lube his cock before sliding into Daphne’s tight waiting hole. He groaned and pushed deeper.  Daphne moaned and angled her hips up so he could get deeper. As he fucked himself in and out slowly, he got a deliciously evil idea. Ever so slowly, he pulled out of Daphne completely. She whimpered in protest and turned to look back at him.

David pulled his chair up and sat down. With how Daphne was tied, he could pull her down some so just the head of his cock teased her hole. He pulled on the rope which in turn pulled her closer to him. He was right, the head of his cock just barely popped into the hole. Daphne whimpered and tried to push down onto his dick, but refrained so she wouldn’t tear her blouse.

She cried out in frustration and yelled at David. “Just what do you want me to do?”

David chuckled and lifted his hips up, feeling a little more of his cock slip into her hole. “If you want it then take it.”

Daphne whimpered, “But if I do that, I’ll rip my blouse.”

“Precisely why it’s your decision.”

Daphne stopped straining for a second and looked over her shoulder, “You’re an evil bastard.”

David’s smile would have made the devil jealous with how wicked it was. “Now hurry and make your decision before I make it for you.”

Daphne tried once more to lower herself carefully without tearing her blouse, but it was no use. With a strong pull from her arms, the blouse ripped at the sleeves and Daphne fell down onto David’s cock, sheathing his entire length. The both of them cried out from the sheer force. David didn’t give her a minute to get used to the sweet protrusion. Instead he grabbed her hips and made her start rocking back and forth. It didn’t take long for Daphne to pick up her own pace. David stopped grabbing her hips to grab her arms. He leaned up and whispered in her ear, “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

Daphne’s response was to moan and lean back against him, wanting him to take control and plow her cunt until she couldn’t walk.

David reached forward and slapped her thigh. “That’s not an answer, Daphne.” He thrust up harder while holding her still. Daphne panted and tried to move her hips, tried to grind down on his cock. “Yes, sir!”

“Good girl.” He rewarded her by letting his hips fall back and continued fucking her. “Now tell me, Daphne. Are you going to be a good girl while I’m gone?” He whispered in her ear. “Because I’ll know if you haven’t been. And each time you are a bad girl,” he slipped his hand down and found her bare cunt, “I want you to spank yourself.” Quickly he slapped the bare skin, causing Daphne to cry out and quiver. “Yes, sir!”

David pulled her back further, the rope digging into her skin slightly. “I’m going to cum into this little cunt, Daphne. But first you have to beg me for it.”

Daphne moaned. “Ohh please, Mr. Byron! Please cum in this cunt. Please give it to this naughty girl!” She started bouncing up and down slightly. “I’ve been so naughty and I need your cum! I need to feel it! Give it to me, please!”

David moaned, “Yes, good girl! You want this cum? Then take it! Cum for me, Daphne!”

Daphne’s pussy clenched tight, almost sputtering as she orgasmed. David’s cock twitched once more then exploded deep in her slippery cunt. “Good girl,” he said through clenched teeth. He reached beneath them and untied the rope. Daphne panted above him, but raised up slowly. David cupped his hand under her pussy catching the combination of his and her cum. Without having to be told, she turned around and knelt, licking up the cum in David’s hand before licking his cock clean. David sighed happily and caught his fingers in Daphne’s hair. “Will you be a good girl while I’m gone?”

Daphne smiled. “A very good girl. And when I am bad, I shall write down the things I did so you can punish me accordingly when you return.”

David smiled. “That’s a very good girl indeed. Now go get cleaned up.” He paused. “You’ll find a clean shirt in your cubby.”

Daphne looked at him, a bit stunned.

“How did I know you were going to be bad?” He chuckled and his eyes rested on her torn shirt while she nodded. “Because I know you all too well. And I knew you would be tempted to read my mail.”

Daphne blushed and smiled sheepishly. “You’re very smart, Mr. Byron. And thank you for the punishment.” She got up and walked out of the room.

David smiled to himself. All he had to do now was prepare for his trip. America. This was going to be interesting.

Captured

So before I post this story, I would like to warn the few who will probably not enjoy this. This is one of my darker stories I have written. I would just like to say before anyone complains, the woman in the story is participating consensually. Will I add my darker stories? Probably. I’ll also warn people beforehand. And one more thought. I wrote this a long time ago. I tried to post it on a certain site, but was told it was non-consensual. I never thought to post it here until now. lol
Enjoy.
-Morby

 

You walk into the small bedroom. Your eyes a mysterious shade of gray, hiding all the emotions you never had. You hand me a sandwich and a glass of juice. The sandwich tastes and smells good. I wonder for the umpteenth time if you care. You must care because you’ve kept me for 2 years. You get my birth control on time, kotex for me, and allow me to have the run of the house. I’m allowed to leave, but I never know where to go when I do. I always end up wandering the mall or something. I quit my job because you told me I wouldn’t need it and so far you’ve been right. Since you take care of me in that quirky way of yours, I’ve been fine.

I heard someone last night. It was a woman. She sounded nice and then there was silence. I’d question you but am too afraid to hear your answer. I wonder though if you’ll be nearly as obsessed with her as you were with me. Would that mean that I’d be replaced? Would I be able to go back to my life and pick up where I left off at? Could I even do that? I look at you as I eat my sandwich. Would I be able to go back to how things used to be? How pathetic does that question make me?

With me, it started out as a few visits, but then you became obsessed. You stalked me after work and I found myself enjoying it. You’d follow me from work and I’d make sure to give you something worth stalking. I’d leave the blinds closed but the window open a little. I would fuck myself, knowing you were right outside. It drove me nuts and I always came hard from it. But then you got me. You fucked me in the parking lot. Not that I’m complaining, but you did do it every night for a month. But that wasn’t enough. You had to have more of me. You tried asking me out to dinner and I said no. Had I said yes, would I be in this position now? You showed up at my house that night and took me against the wall. You held me up in your strong arms and fucked me until I felt you tense, then you pulled out of me, and came all over my stomach. Of course I didn’t mind too much, I just wished I could have swallowed it instead. We sat down on the couch and you asked me to move in with you. I didn’t think we were at that stage and when I told you that you needed to leave, you got upset with me. You dragged me down to the floor and began to tie me up. You power fucked me again, and this time I came. When we were done you untied me. I didn’t want to anger you so we left. And off to your place we went.

It was awkward, but we managed. The first night I was there, we spent the whole night talking and fucking. I don’t think my cunt had ever been that pleasantly sore. But then it stopped. You would leave to go to work, leaving me behind and then come home. Some nights you would have dinner with you and other nights we would order take-out. And I looked forward to it, I really did. I knew after dinner we would have a great romp, because it changed from you coming home and taking me where ever I was sitting to making me wait until we ate. And then it stopped. It went from every night to every other night to once a week. Now we were on not fucking for who knows how long.

You sit on the bed next to me and I look at you. I want to run away but I know I won’t get far. I never do. No matter how many times I’ve ran away, I always came back. I sigh a little and you look at me with questioning eyes. It seems like it’s been forever since you’ve spoken to me. We used to talk all the time, and now I think that if it wasn’t for the sex, you’d be bored of me. But now, we don’t really have sex. Some nights you’ll come home but won’t touch me and other nights you act like you’d die without my pussy around your cock. Do you love me? Probably not. I’m just your plaything to obsess over. I don’t mind it though. I’m just wondering if the obsession is still there.

I lean back on the pillows and watch you. You’re quiet and while I’m starting to I hate you I think I’m falling for you. I start to sit up wanting to touch you, reaching and placing a hand on your shoulder. You tense and move fast, pushing me flat on the bed. You hold my wrists above my head and lean down, only inches from my face. My pussy spasms. Your strong body on top of mine drives me crazy. I whimper as I squirm under you. Your gaze penetrating like I wish you would. “Please,” I hear myself whisper. I tilt my hips up and plead with my eyes, willing you to fuck me.

“I have to go somewhere.” is all you say. You get up and leave me, not even bothering to tell me not to go anywhere. I’m frustrated that you’re leaving. I’m almost convinced now that you have another obsession. You haven’t wanted to fuck me in weeks now and I think that you might as well get rid of me. I watch you walk down the hallway and then disappear around the corner. I wait for the cold sound of the door slam, and flinch just a little when it does. I want to get up and follow you but I have no clue what to do if I find you.

I remember the first night we officially met. You were holding the door open for me as I left the store. It was well after closing hours and everyone had gone home. The parking lot was completely empty. You came up to me after that and wanted to talk to me. We ended up talking for an hour and before I knew it, I was trapped in your spell. You pressed your hard body against mine and kissed me as only a lover would. I kissed back a little shy of course as this kissing strangers thing being new to me. You kneaded my breasts through my shirt while you nibbled on my ear lobe. Before I knew what was happening, you were fingering my pussy, using at first one finger then slipping in a second. I wanted to cum all over your fingers, and I wanted to feel your cock inside me. I knew that being in the place we were foreplay would be rough to accomplish. You instructed me to rub your prick and I did. You told me to open the car door and lay down in the back seat, and of course I did. You had me under a spell and I wanted so very much to please you. You unzipped your jeans and let them fall to your ankles. I was in awe by the site of your cock and I was so hungry for the fucking you were about to give me.

You pressed  your knee between my legs spreading them, then came down on top of me. You guided yourself into my wet, pulsing fuck hole. I moaned when you began to slide into me. You held me down and fucked me. I never felt so good and I wanted more. And when it was time to cum, you pulled out of me and jammed two fingers to replace your cock and squirted all over the cement. My pussy contracted against your fingers and I came hard. I still say that if your cock would have been in me I would have had a mind blowing orgasm, and I never had one with you at all.

I get out of bed and search for my clothes. When I left, I only brought a few changes of clothes. You’ve also brought me things to wear for you when you were in the mood. I grab your backpack sitting on the floor and empty it out. It’s obvious that you have a new obsession. I’ve had enough of this and I sadly decide I want my life back.

After I’ve packed, I sit down and write a letter. In it I write that I had fun in the beginning but then I grew bored of you. (Which is a lie, I tell myself. You got bored with me.) As I write, I feel tears starting to sting and I brush at my eyes angrily. I don’t need you. You are not what I wanted in the first place. I begin writing again. I hope you are happy with your new obsession. I only hope that for your sake, she’s not as smart and won’t catch on and try to leave you. I never left because I didn’t want to, but if you’re just going to ignore me, then fuck you. Don’t try and find me because I won’t come back. I’ll be fine without you. I’d say thank you but I’m not sure I’m thankful anymore.

I pick up the backpack that I’ve packed with my stuff and put the letter on your pillow. I head back down the hallway and exit the apartment. I climb down the stairs and feel the cool breeze of the evening. I head down the street and find a pay phone. A taxi will be here in 15 minutes to take me back to my house. I have a flood of mixed emotions while I wait. A part of me wants to go back to your place and fuck you when you get in the door, then tell you all the things that I have been holding back. There’s another part of me that wants to go home and get back to my life. But as I sit there, I realize that you were my life, whether I wanted you to be or not, you were.

The taxi pulls up and I get inside. He starts to pull away and I see you get out of your car. You are alone and have a bag under your arm. Tonight’s dinner perhaps? Well, it wouldn’t matter anyway. It wouldn’t be something I’d be interested in. I’d only be interested in you. I ask the driver to stop at a fast food joint real fast for me. I explain that I won’t be more than 15 minutes and go in. I order my food and notice just how paranoid I really am. I keep telling myself that I’m doing the right thing. I want you so bad. I want you to find me. And yet, every shadow I see move makes me jump. I get my food and head back to the taxi. He looks at me a little strangely and then continues driving. I almost want to talk to him. It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to another person. It feels strange.

We reach my house and I pay him. I get out of the taxi and head up the steps. There is a pile of mail in front of my door. Newspapers that have been rained on and snowed on create a little barrier around my porch. I open the screen door and make a note to replace the locks tomorrow. I get inside of my house and it’s just like I left it that night. I walk across the floor and stand in the middle of the room. There is no electricity and I dare not open the fridge. I make my way up the stairs, my body knowing which way to turn and which door is mine. I see a glint off of my dresser mirror and walk over to it. On it there’s a flash light and I’m so grateful for it. I sit on the floor of my bedroom and eat my food. It feels strange to me and every little noise I hear makes me strain to listen. A part of me hopes you are outside my house waiting for the dull light to go out and another part of me hopes you haven’t discovered I’m gone yet. I suppose if I didn’t want to be found though, I would have gone to a hotel or something. I know I still have money on my card. You wouldn’t let me use my money.

I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and crawl into bed, wearing my night gown that was left on the bed that night. I make another note to throw out all of the nighties and other lingerie that you bought me. Petty, maybe, but I don’t want to have reminders. I lay in the darkness, listening to the sounds around me. I sigh, brushing off tears that fight their way through. I keep telling myself I’ve done the right thing and snuggle down into my covers, they have an old familiar smell to them. It’s the comfort I missed so much. Before I drift to sleep, I wonder if you’re in your bedroom. I wonder again if you’ve even read the letter and if you have, are you going to come get me, or are you going to leave me be?

2 Years Later

I’m 21 now. I step out of the shop that I started working at after I left. I sold my house and got an apartment on the other side of the state. I have an alarm system on my doors and windows. I had a roommate for awhile but she moved out some time ago and I’m not going to put any ads in the paper. I watch my steps and I make sure that if I have to go somewhere my neighbors know so if I don’t return then they can call the police. I’ve gotten smarter. I had decided that I didn’t want you to find me. I’ve taken my name out of the phone book and all of the places I call, my number is blocked. I know that I’ve put a lot of work into it, but if it keeps you away from me then that’s what I’ll do. I keep telling myself I’m over you and I want the protection to convince me. I haven’t had any boyfriends, but it’s not because I’m afraid. I’m just not interested.

I keep having a dream about you night after night. I dreamt that you came up to me and killed me. You pulled me into a passionate kiss then held a gun against my heart. You slipped your fingers into my wet pussy and began finger fucking me. I had an orgasm just as you pulled the trigger. I come slamming up in bed, my body shakes and my head spins. I fall back onto the bed and try to relax. I wake up hours later, swearing to myself that I’ve heard your voice below my apartment. But I’m too scared to look. Finally though, I look out the window and see no one there. I should have known it was just my imagination. I drift back into sleep.

I work late every night for 2 weeks. I hate it because I get so paranoid. Not because of you, but because of the area I live in. I’ve began taking pepper spray with me everywhere I go, and I’ve even signed up for self defense classes. I bought a car and put an alarm on it. In a couple weeks I’ll go and pick up my dog who’s been in training for about a month now.

I get out of work and head to my car. I hit the alarm when I’m close by it. I get into my car and drive home. When I reach my apartment, I get out quickly. I don’t take my time getting in the door. All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed. I had a pretty easy day but got stressed out by my boss. I lock the door, and toss my keys on the table, stripping off my jacket and heading down the hallway. I get into the bathroom and start the water. My body aches and the hot water will feel good. I undress and step into the hot spray, standing for a minute and let the hot water coat my body.

I finish up with my shower and step out. I put my long hair in a towel so it will dry. I step out just covered in a soft towel and go to my bedroom. I drop my towel and pull on one of my night gowns. I take my hair down and dry it some more. I go over to my dresser and start brushing it out. It shimmers in the light. Another change I made was dying it. I dyed it to a pretty purplish red.

I admire it for a second, my eyes drawing downward. My breasts are small but that never seemed to bother you. You would find some excuse to give them attention. At only being a 34 A, I always thought that they were too small, but you proved me wrong. My tummy being tight and my hips curvy with an ass that made most men turn their heads. I was never proud of my body until you made it fuckable. You made me feel good for a long time and then just tossed me aside like a worn out toy.

I walk over to my bed and turn down the covers, slipping into them, and get comfortable. I roll over onto my side and start to drift to sleep. I see your face as I dream. You’re actually smiling at me. I feel comfortable. We’re in a restaurant and it seems that we’ve enjoyed a nice dinner and are having a conversation. You lean over across the table and take my hand. I feel it’s warmth and smile up at you. You’re dressed so nice right now that it’s almost hard to believe. You have a black button up shirt on and a pair of black jeans. Your hair is brushed back and looks extremely sexy. Your eyes are the most breath taking part of you though. They are that shade of gray that I’ve never seen before, and they have such a strong emotion in them. You stand up and offer your hand to me. I take it and you lead me out of the restaurant. We get into your car and you put your hand on my knee, in a loving action. My heart swells as I look at you. We end up back at your apartment and you lead me up the stairs, whispering in my ear the things that you are going to do to me. I shiver a little as we reach the door and you let me in. Immediately you push me up against the wall, kissing me with such passion. Your hands run up and down my back and sides. I kiss you back with equal passion wanting to feel you closer. I start unbuttoning your shirt and slip it off of your shoulders. It’s unclear to me what I’m wearing, but suddenly I’m naked and you’re leading me to the bedroom. We make it to the bed and tumble down on it, you on top of me. You kiss me deeper and slide a hand up my thigh.

Unconsiously, I slide my hand down my body, slipping it onto my panties, feeling how wet I am. I begin to rub my clit as my dream takes me farther. I rub it gently, my hips rocking slightly with the movement. I moan a little at how good it feels. I haven’t been this turned on in a while. Truth be told I haven’t masturbated or given into any pleasure as much as I used to. I slip a finger inside and move it around gently. It feels so good. I add another finger. I finger fuck myself as I see you in my dream using your tongue on my pussy. I feel it slide down my slit and prod into my wetness.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about me.” Your voice is rough in the darkness. I open my eyes and look straight at you. I’m trembling when you cross the bedroom in long strides. You yank the covers off of me, catching me in the act of fucking myself.

“Well well well…”
I stay silent as I stare at you. I don’t know what you plan on doing to me. You pull my hand out and inspect it.
“Just as I thought. Soaking wet.” You grin that sexy grin of yours. I now know what you’re going to do me. I’m not sure if I’m going to be so disappointed though.
“How did you find me?” I have to know.
You laugh at me and then lean down, your faces inches from mine. “Did you miss me, darlin’?” Your voice is husky and I catch a whiff of your cologne. It smells the same that first time we fucked.
“Did I miss you?” I echo your question. “You made me live with you, fucking me when you saw fit, then you neglected me. I quit my job because of you. I decided to leave and had to force myself to live in fear of being found. And just when I think I’m over you…” I want to reach up and smack you. I want to kick you off and make a run for it.
“Princess, you’ll never escape from me. You should know that by now.” You pin both arms above my head with one arm. I try to struggle and you laugh. “She’s got fight now.. I like that.” I struggle more, trying to escape you. I bring my knee up as hard as I can. “I’ll show you fight, you son-of-a-bitch,” I say through clenched teeth.

You cringe and then fall over on your side, swearing into my pillow. I get up off the bed, but you catch me by my nightgown. I pull and it starts to rip. I try harder to get away. I finally manage and look back at you. You have a piece of my night gown in your grasp.
“If you run, you’ll regret it.” You say through clenched teeth. I turn away from you ignoring your threat and turn the handle on my door. “You don’t scare me. You never have.”
You come up behind me so fast that I don’t hear you. You grab me and toss me onto the bed, using very little effort. You strip your shirt off quickly, as I lean my elbows on the bed, crawling backwards, my back hitting the wall hard. You reach out and grasp my ankle and yank me down. You come down on me hard and for a second I think you’re going to smack me. I cringe, trying to cover my face but you hold my arms captive and crush my body under yours. You breath into my ear, “The lady’s got fight, but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t do that one again.” Your voice is rough like your stubble. I can feel a bulge in your pants and feel myself start getting wetter. This is a rough type of foreplay, but I’m enjoying it.

I move my arms quick, catching you off guard and punch you in the face. I catch your lip, but know I didn’t do any damage. You grab both of my wrists with one hand, using the other hand to pull out something from your back pocket. I want to scream when I see it’s a knife but bite it back. You never threatened to hurt me and I doubt you’d start now. You press it to the collar of my night gown and rip down. It falls away from my body. You rip the sleeves and pull out first one then the other from underneath me. Your eyes darken as your gaze rakes over me. I feel the tip of the blade at the top of my panties, but you hold it there daring me with your eyes. I swallow hard and you put the knife away. You reach down with one hand and slide your fingers over them, my hips lifting against their will. You slip them completely off and toss them away with the shredded pieces of my night gown. Your hand rests on my neck briefly before skimming down my body. Your fingers tease my nipples and I try not to let it show that it feels good. I know as soon as your hand travels lower though, you will know the truth.
“Oh, don’t fight it, darlin’. Give into it. You know you want it.”
You lean down and take a nipple into your mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with your teeth. I bite back what ever noises I would normally make and stare down at you. “You, bastard,” I breath.
Your eyes shimmer up at me, dark with that knowing hunger.

I turn my head not wanting to stare into your eyes. A small shred of me hoped to see something there.
“Look at me.” I ignore you and continue to stare away wishing I was somewhere else. You reach up and grasp my face, making me look at you. I glare at you as you run your tongue over my nipple, then blow on it. I suck in a breath as it becomes a little pebble.
“Look at how your body responds, darlin. I know you want it. You know you want it. Give into it.” Your voice is husky and I shiver. You come up to me and lean down. “Give it to me.” You press your lips against mine, lighting a fire. Your lips move on mine, urging them open with your tongue. I open my mouth to your tongue and feel it sweep in. I brush mine against yours and feel your body shiver. You release the grip on my wrists and my arms come down around you. I tug your head closer to mine, not wanting to fight it anymore. You place your hands on my waist, grazing your nails up and down my side. I groan into your mouth, wanting more. I break the kiss looking up at you, your eyes glow in the dim light.
“I want to do things to you that I should have before.” You nip at my neck, teasing the tender flesh below my earlobe.
You get up off of me and stand at the foot of the bed. I crawl on my knees to the foot of the bed and take ahold of your zipper. “Not yet, sweetheart,” you say and push me back on the bed.
I laugh a little. You were never this playful. I spread my legs expecting to feel your cock pushing against my hole, but I feel you grab my thighs, and watch you kneel down before me. You slip my legs over your shoulders and press kisses to my inner thighs, nipping as you go along. I moan as you spread my lips, your gaze hot as it travels over my shaven pussy. You’d never gone down on me before and I didn’t really think about it. You slip your fingers in the slit, opening me further to your eyes. I cry out when you press your tongue to my clit unexpectedly. My hips buck and I writhe on the bed. You start eating my pussy with no holding back. You suck on my little pleasure bud. You tease it, nipping at it and holding it between your teeth, running your tongue over it. You flick it softly then hard. I start moving my hips as I feel my release build. You slip two fingers into me suddenly, looking up at me.
“Cum for me. I want it.” You bite at my clit, sucking on it harder, swirling your tongue around it. You’re driving me crazy. I grab the back of your head and hold it, pressing it tighter to my cunt. I groan and whimper as I get closer. I grind my pussy into your face and I feel it. I feel that white hot sensation. My breathing is ragged, my back arches, and I scream out as I cum all over your fingers and chin. You hold your tongue still against my clit as it pulses. My body shakes and I look down at you. You grin up at me and offer your fingers to me. I lick them clean for you.
I push against your shoulder, nipping at your fingers. I look down at you with my heated gaze. “I want to taste you, I want to feel your hands and mouth on me, I want to feel you deep inside of me.” I stop and look into your eyes. ” I just want you.” Your eyes brighten into a piercing silver as you stare at me. I sit up, reaching my hand down and rub your cock through your jeans. “Can I have you?”

You stand back up and I take the invitation, removing your jeans, your cock standing hard and throbbing. A little bit of precum at the head. You grit your teeth when you feel my tongue sweep out and lick up the precum. Your hands go to my hair tugging me, but I resist you. I slide my tongue down your shaft and back up, circling the head slowly. I look up at you as I take the head of your prick into my mouth, you shudder a little as I slip down further. I reach up and cup your sac, kneading it gently. I began to bob my head on your cock, slowly, feeling it get harder in my mouth.
“Oh fuck…” You breath out, while looking down at me. I never break the gaze as I continue fucking your cock with my mouth. I alter speeds and press my tongue to the bottom of your shaft. I release your sac and apply pressure at the base of your cock. More precum drips onto my tongue. You run your fingers through my hair, not tugging on it, but just touching it. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, as I continue to suck you off. You gasp and get rigid when I deep throat it, loving the way it feels while pulsing in my throat.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.” I look up at you and your chest is coated in a film of sweat. Your breathing gets ragged as I gain speed, sucking harder and using my hand, massaging your sac more. I squeeze it a little as I loosen my mouth. Your hips thrust forward as we move in unison. You get really hard and I know you are about to cum. I start moaning as I slip my hand between my legs. I rub my clit hard as I suck your cock. You grab my head and hold it still fucking my mouth with your throbbing fuck tool. You groan louder and start pumping faster. I’m ready for the cum when it sprays inside of my mouth. I swallow all of it making sure none slips out. You release my head and start petting my hair. You’re breathing hard and I smile up at you, receiving one back.
“My god, darlin. That was.. Well.. That was amazing.”

I scoot back on the bed and you follow me, crawling up my body like a predator. You press your knee between my legs and lean down and kiss me. There is such a hunger in your kiss and I return it with wild abandon. You reach for your cock but I stop you. I wrap my fingers around and pump up and down. I don’t give it a chance to get completely soft. Not that you ever had that problem. Your eyes close and you let out a groan. I guide your cock to the opening, rubbing it up and down my slit, letting the head of your cock get wet.

I pull it forward, guiding it in, feeling you slip into my slick heat. We groan in unison as my pussy stretches. My cunt hugs your cock tight as you begin pumping, slow at first. I place my thighs around yours and you put your hands on either side of me. I look down and see your dick sliding in and out of me. I lean up and nip at your chest, biting a little harder in some places. I scrape my nails down your chest and stomach, watching the muscles shudder. You keep a steady rhythm as you fuck me. Occasionally, you lean down and kiss me. I catch your bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling and sucking on it. You moan a little, pushing a little harder into me each time.

I lean up and I whisper into your ear, “Give it to me. Fuck me. Hard.” I bite your earlobe and you let loose a growl. You lean down, and start to fuck me harder. I scratch up and down your back roughly. I bite your neck. “Let it out.”
You get off of me and pull me with you, laying down on the bed, me straddling you, and position my pussy above your cock. You let the head get in then slam it down hard. I scream out in pleasure. You begin ramming me onto your cock. Harder each time I come down. I look down at you. You hold onto my hips roughly and keep pulling me harder and harder.
I look at you and ask, “Is that all you got?”
You toss me off of you and make me get on my hands and knees. You lean over me and whisper,
“You want it hard. You got it, but if it hurts, remember, you asked for it.”
I toss my head back, looking at you, daring you with my eyes.
You don’t even let the head get into my pussy before you ram it forward, holding my hips and thrusting with yours. My cunt contracts around you as you violently fuck me. You growl and go harder though I see it not being possible. I scream in pleasure and grip the covers, sweat covering my body. You tug on my hair, making me sit up, you power fuck me on your knees and I cry out with each thrust. You growl into my ear and push me over. I land on my stomach a little stunned. You flip me over and slam your cock into my fuck hole. You throw my legs up and lean into me, fucking me deeper and deeper. I start fucking back, feeling you hit my g-spot. I feel your body start to tense and know you are about to cum. I lock my legs on you and hold your ass pulling you closer to me. You look at me in a moment of confusion. The whole time I was with you, you never came in my cunt.

I look you in the eyes. “Cum in me.”
You stare back, not losing pace. “What?”
“I want you to cum in me.” I start breathing harder my orgasm starting to hit me fast. I start bucking against you, moaning and whimpering, wanting it so bad.
“Take it!” I scream at you. “Cum in my tight fucking pussy. I want it. I need it! Cum with me!”
You let out a harsh cry and start fucking me faster, your jaw clenched and your eyes locked on mine. I start to orgasm, my cunt squeezing your cock, making you groan louder. I scream out as my world starts to shatter. My heart pounds and you reach under me, cupping my ass, pulling me tighter to you, pounding away in my cunt. I feel your cock get harder and then I feel it. You dig your nails into me as you cum. It sparks another orgasm and I’m done. I no longer know thought or reason. I just know your cock inside of me. Your cry is more loud and harsh as any I had heard before. I start to tremble as my body slows. You continue pumping into me, slowing, your body slick with sweat. I set my legs down around your waist and feel you slide out of me. You don’t move though. I wrap my arms around you not wanting to let go. You try and resist but I squeeze harder, whispering, “No not yet.. Please just stay here.”
I feel you relax in my arms as our hearts pound and our breathing slowing down. I lay there and I hold you, my pussy sore and swollen, but happy.

A Few Hours Later

I wake up feeling happy. You’re still lying next to me. I run my fingers over your chest and you catch my hand with yours. I see a smile sneak out from your face.
I lean down and whisper, “Can I keep you?”
Your eyes open and look at me. You smile a little more. “Now why would you want to do a silly thing like that?”
I grin at you. I figure it’s now or never.
“Because I realized something. When I was there the two years, I found that I didn’t want to leave. When I did I wanted to come back. I tried to live with out you but it dawned on me that you had become an obsession for me. But it’s more than that. I love you. It’s not just the lust that I felt those years ago in the parking lot. It’s pure raw love that I feel for you.” I pull back a little from you and wait for your answer.

You sit up in bed and look at me. The sheets covering you from the waist down. I’m afraid that you’re going to tell me that you don’t feel the same way. You pull me close to you, settling me under you and look down at me.
“When you left that night I never thought I’d see you again, and it scared me that I wanted you like that.” Your eyes turn a different shade of gray and you smile at me, leaning closer to me. “I spent months trying to find you. I talked to your old employer, the person you sold your house to and no one knew. It killed me. At first it was because I couldn’t have you when I wanted you but then I realized something too. I couldn’t find another obsession, but I did find somebody else to fill in the gap so to say. And I felt nothing when I was with her. I couldn’t even bring myself to fuck her. I wanted you and the moment I realized it, I had to find you. I had to see if it was real.”

I lean up the rest of the way and kiss you. I feel the tenderness and passion in your kiss for the first time and almost want to cry. You look back down at me and smile some more. “I was almost going to give up my search but then when I was shopping today I saw you, and all of those feelings I felt before weren’t there. I wanted to run up to you and drag you to my car and take you back to my place. But I knew that would be the wrong thing to do so I refrained. I hung around a little bit and then I waited until you took your lunch break. I went into your work and asked them where you lived. They gave me the information after I told them that I was a court summoner. I waited until I knew you would be leaving and headed over. Then when I saw you sleeping, and saw how beautiful you looked, I knew that if I messed this one up, I would lose you.”

“Well now you have me, and I’m not going anywhere.” You lean in and kiss me again, this time I can feel the love that you have for me. I wrap my arms around you and kiss you back, pressing my body tighter to yours. I pull the sheet up so that it’s no longer a barricade and feel your warm skin. I break the kiss to kiss your jaw line and move down your neck. I nip at your earlobe and you completely roll me onto you. I give you a daring gaze as your hand slips between my thighs. You completely surprise me and roll me back over, and start tickling me. I laugh and you look the happiest I’ve ever seen. Your laugh melts my heart as you tickle me, bringing your head closer to mine. We kiss again, only this time, I feel the promises of the night and forever after that.

Timing is Everything

Tony Reed crept up quietly on the house by the water. With the expensive looking exterior, he was guessing these people were loaded. Hell, he was more than sure of it. Slowly he walked around the edge, looking for a way in. He sneered as he saw an open window. Perfect, he thought, just perfect. These rich people never thought about the consequences that could happen. They were all too arogant thinking that no one would invade their perfect little world. Without making a sound, he crawled through the window. When he jumped down, he paused. Lying in bed was a small sleeping form. An evil thought popped into his head. Instead of just robbing them, he’d make them take him somewhere. Maybe he’d use his evil ways to get a few grand out of it too. Tony sneaked across the room and put his hand over a mouth.

Eighteen-year-old Kelsey lay sleeping soundly. Her and her parents had moved out to Florida about a month ago. She stirred as she felt a hand cover her mouth, turned and saw a shadow looming over her. Kelsey’s scream was cut off as the stranger said in a harsh voice, “Scream and I’ll kill you.” He said it very matter of fact and it worried her. “Now, show me where your parents are.”

Kelsey stiffened. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. What did this stranger want?
“I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth now. I want you to get up slowly and don’t try anything funny.” He waited for her nod and moved his hand.

Kelsey felt him move his hand away. She sat up, her long brown hair tumbling down her back. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, wearing just panties underneath. She swung her long legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly.

Tony gawked. He hadn’t found a little kid after all. He guessed her to be barely five feet tall. The way she looked, he guessed or hoped at least eighteen. His mouth watered as he looked at her perfect tits. They were small but perky and her nipples poked through the tank top she was wearing.

Once she was standing next to him, he grabbed her upper arm. “Now take me to your parents.” He paused and pulled her roughly to him, and said calmly. “And remember, no funny business.”
His calmness worried Kelsey as she stared up at him. She could barely see him, but had no problem smelling him. He smelled musky and very manly. Kelsey chided herself for thinking about how he smelled. There were more important things to think of.

Tony pushed her back letting go of her arm. “Now take me to your parents.”

Kelsey looked at him and spoke quietly, afraid of what he might do, “You’re not going to kill us, are you?”

Tony sneered. “I’ll do what has to be done. Don’t forget that. Now walk.” Tony had to admit he liked the view as she walked in front of him. She had a nice ass that her shorts hugged nicely.

Kelsey stumbled across the carpet once or twice as they walked down the hall to get to her parent’s room. She stopped in front of the door. “They’re in here.”

Tony pushed her. “Open it.”

Kelsey opened the door and waited for further instruction. Tony pushed her again and grabbed her arm as he flicked the light switch. Light flooded the room and her parents came flying out of bed.
The Meyers yelled and tried to shield their eyes, until they saw Tony and Kelsey. Their eyes flicked back and forth nervously, as Tony spoke.

“That’s a nice looking yacht you folks have out there.”

Mr. Meyers glowered at Tony. “Get out of my house or I’ll call the police!”
Tony chuckled and said calmly, “Such brave words for someone who has their daughter in his grasp.” He emphasized what he meant and pulled Kelsey closer to him. He put his free hand around her waist and held her tightly. She put her hands on his chest to push him away.
Mrs. Meyers held onto her husband and shrieked, “Please don’t hurt her!”

Kelsey froze. What was he going to do to her? She timidly looked up at her captor and really got a good look at him. He had long-ish messy brown hair and startling brown eyes. He had a straight nose that flared only a little and unfortunately a nice mouth. He was wearing black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. She felt herself rest her hands on his chest instead of push at him for a dazed second, noticing how muscled his grip felt. She shivered involuntarily and looked down at the floor.

Tony looked down at the girl he was holding. She was quite pretty and unfortunately, against his six-foot stature, felt really good. She had long dark brown hair that tumbled down her back and sea green eyes that could easily be fallen into. Her mouth and lips looked extremely soft. He almost hoped he’d have to make a point by planting a big wet one on those lips.

He looked back up at Mr. Meyers and started rubbing his hand up and down Kelsey’s back. “It’s your choice,” he paused for a moment, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t get your name.”
Mr. Meyers’ mouth tightened. “The name’s Ed. And I don’t suppose I get the pleasure of knowing your name,” he said with dripping sarcasm.

Tony smiled. “Ed. I don’t think it’s right if you know my name right now. But if you don’t cooperate soon, something’s going to happen.” He made his point by gripping Kelsey’s hair. He looked down at her. “And what’s your name, darlin’?”

Kelsey glared up at him. She wouldn’t talk anymore if she didn’t have to. Tony sneered and slapped her causing Mrs. Meyers to cry out instead. He glanced at the woman in bed. “Maybe I grabbed the wrong one. What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Dorothy.”
Tony chuckled. “Well, Dorothy, you have a lovely daughter here. I just wish she would cooperate and tell me her name.”
Kelsey spat at him, “Go to hell, scumbag.”

Ms. Meyer’s took this oportunity to scold her daughter, “Kelsey!”
Tony looked from Dorothy to Kelsey. “Nice to meet you, honey.”
He looked back at Ed.
“Alright. Now that we’re acquainted. How about we go out to that yacht of yours and you take me somewhere.”

Mr. Meyers grumbled something, got out of bed, and grabbed his pants.

“What do you think you’re doing,” Tony asked calmly.

“You expect me to run a damn boat with no pants on?” He glared.

Tony laughed. “I don’t care how you do it as long as you do.”

“Don’t I get to dressed some too,” Kelsey asked. Tony let go of her hair and rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “No, I think it’s better if you’re not dressed.” He waited patiently as Kelsey’s parents got semi dressed and followed them out to the yacht. He kept a tight hold on Kelsey as they walked. He had her walk beside him. When they got to the yacht, Tony stopped them. “Now before we go any farther, I want to make something clear.” He sat down on the bench. “If you try to do anything funny I will make you sorry. I don’t say things I don’t mean, so you best take heed to my words.”

Kelsey stood next to him and watched her mother sit down across from her. Her dad was busy getting the boat started. It started to move forward and she jumped. The last time she was on a yacht or any kind of boat was when she was a little girl.

Tony looked up at Kelsey and got an idea. He pulled on her. “Come sit on my lap, beautiful.” He laughed when she gave him a dirty look. “It wasn’t a question, princess.” His voice got a little gruff and Kelsey obeyed, sitting down on their captor’s lap.

They rode like that the whole trip. It unnerved her a little when he’d sniff her hair, making her mom sputter. “Ed, he’s doing it again!”

Tony would laugh and Kelsey could feel his chest rumble. Her bare legs rubbed against his jean clad ones. She was filled with many senses and it annoyed her. She could smell him and feel him. What made her crazy was when he would put his hands on her bare skin. Her mother watched the whole time.

When they finally got to where they needed to be he gathered them in the main room. Tony carefully tied them up and took great pleasure tying Kelsey up, making lewd comments as he did so. She found herself blushing and hated it. When he finished tying her parents up, he blindfolded them. Kelsey watched as he strutted towards her. Her hands were tied together, but not behind her. Her pulse sped up. Would he go back on his word about hurting them? About hurting her?

He put a blindfold on her as well. He put her in the bedroom of the yacht, making Kelsey’s pulse speed up. He gently set her on the edge of the bed, sitting next to her. “Now what to do with you.”
She swallowed. There were several things running through her head, but she dare not voice them. There had to be some rule against being attracted to a kidnapper. Tony ran his hands from her shoulders and down. “There are several things I can think of.”

Tony untied her hands. Kelsey jumped as he knelt behind her. He spoke low in her ear, his breath sending a shiver through her, but it wasn’t from fear. “I’ve untied you so you can untie them. But you’ll only do it after counting to five hundred. By then I’ll be gone and you are free to go home.” He rubbed the back of his hand over the cheek he slapped. “And remember that if you tell anyone, I’ll find out. And when I found out,” he hovered for a second and then placed a kiss at the nape of her neck, “I’ll be back, princess, and you won’t like me when I do.

Kelsey waited until she heard him leave before started to count, having a hard time concentrating. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” She wouldn’t dwell on what had happened. She wouldn’t dwell on what had happened.

A week later, Kelsey sat on the beach and looked out at the ocean. She had been having a hard time sleeping, because when she slept, she dreamt about him. She tried to put it out of her mind. First, she was afraid of what had happened, but then the feelings changed. Instead of fear, she felt a very strong desire for him. She thought about sitting on his lap while they traveled and then about how he had treated her. She leaned back on her elbows and tried to clear her mind. But it didn’t work. What would she do if she saw him again? What would she do if she saw him in public? Kelsey thought about how scared she was and decided that she would probably run from him, no matter how much she really wanted him.

Tony strolled down the sidewalk a happy man. He had gotten that job he wanted and was going to make some big bucks now. He thought about the family he had scared last week, specifically their hot daughter. Kelsey. She had started to haunt him in his sleep. He couldn’t get his mind off her and the dreams he was having made him wake up with his cock so hard it ached. No matter how many times he pumped his fist over it, it just wasn’t good enough. He glanced over and had to stop. It couldn’t be.
He walked a little closer. Sure enough. Kelsey lay on the beach, the sun shining on her body. Tony’s mouth watered. She was wearing a barely there pink bikini. Her long hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Tony wandered closer, getting a better look at her. She had a pierced belly button and he noticed the full swell of her hips.

Kelsey sat up and looked around. She had the weirdest feeling she was being watched. Not wanting to seem too conspicuous, she pulled her sandals on, got her things together and threw on her denim mini skirt. She tried to make it seem like she wasn’t paranoid and put her sunglasses on. With those on, she could look around a little freely. Then she saw him. He was walking right towards her, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. Tattoos decorated his strong looking arms. He was wearing sunglasses and Kelsey wondered if he had seen her. She tried to look like another person at the beach. She didn’t completely panic until he started to head towards her. Kelsey started to wade through the people, making it look like she wasn’t running. She turned back and noticed that he was following her. She picked up her pace and headed towards the sidewalk.

Tony noticed she had started to pick her pace up. This appealed to the predator in him and that was dangerous if he let it take control. But he followed Kelsey. He wondered how far she would go and thought about how exciting it would be to chase her. He followed her with no difficulty. It wasn’t hard to find her in a crowd. She had pale skin in her bikini unlike all the tan people around them.

Kelsey glanced back and saw that he was still following her. She decided that it would be better to just get away and wondered how far he would follow her. She started to jog and then took off running. She turned back and saw him chasing her. She stretched her long legs and let them carry her through the crowd. People parted as she ran by them. She didn’t care if she was drawing attention.

Tony chased her for a few blocks, and called out, “I know you can’t run forever.” He decided that he would chase her for a few more blocks then disappear. He only wanted to scare her and he was having fun.

Kelsey ignored him and kept running. Unfortunately, he was half-right. She couldn’t keep running. Eventually she would have to stop, but where she would stop was the question. She thought of many possibilities and then decided on just running home. At least there if he followed, she could call the cops. Making up her mind, she cut a hard right and headed to her house.

Tony stopped running and watched her for a minute. He knew where she was going as he watched her take a hard right. She was going home! He stood there and laughed at her decision. The last place he thought she would go was home. He would let her, but wondered if he should make another appearance.

Another week passed and Kelsey’s dreaming was getting worse. Instead of dreaming about him showing up and holding the family hostage, she dreamt that he had snuck in to see her. She would be asleep and he’d come through her window and then have his way with her. Her cheeks burned hotly as she thought about her most recent dream.

Kelsey had been lying in bed, when he came through the window. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her under his strong body. He used his hands and mouth to elicit moans and gasps from her. Kelsey woke up soaked and frustrated. Her dreams had turned against her. She had even gone as far as leaving her window unlocked before she went to bed. If he was going to come to her then there wasn’t going to be much of a challenge of him getting to her.

Kelsey sat on her beach blanket and looked out at the ocean. It had been a few weeks since she had her little encounter, and decided that maybe she should stop being so paranoid. The chances of her seeing him again were rare unless he was stalking her. That thought brought a little shiver of desire to dance along her body.
She leaned back on her elbows and put her sunglasses on. The jewel of her belly button ring sparkled in the sunshine. She must have dozed off because suddenly he was there again. This time they were on the beach and he was rubbing sun tan lotion on her shoulders. He whispered something that she couldn’t quite make out, but she nodded anyway. Slowly, he made his way down and started to rub more lotion on her legs. She sighed and lay back on her blanket. He began at her feet and calves and worked his way up. Kelsey’s breath hitched as he rose higher up on her thighs. As his fingers worked over her skin, she felt herself start to melt. If the gooey center was any indication than she was going to have to wake up soon so she could get home before someone thought she wet herself. Kelsey woke up, just as a shadow was disappearing from her line of sight. She had been dreaming, right?

For a whole week she would have the house to herself, she realized as she sat in her room. Her parents had been invited to an out of town business gathering. They instructed Kelsey to keep the doors and windows locked at all times. She watched as they struggled with leaving her at home, but Kelsey assured them that she would be okay. It was her only hope that he would show up and take care of the burning ache between her perfect thighs.

Thursday evening Mr. and Mrs. Meyers were scheduled to leave. Kelsey helped them get their bags into the car and hugged them goodbye. Her mom had a hard time letting go of her. She kept hugging her and said over and over again, “I wish you could come with us.”
Kelsey gently pushed away from her distraught mother. “I’ll be okay, Mom. I’ll keep the doors and windows locked and I’ll have the phone by me at all times.” She kissed her mother on the cheek and then turned to walk back into the house, feeling elated. She only hoped she wouldn’t be let down.

Tony watched from a distance all week. He noticed how Kelsey would go to her window at night and when he tried it, found it unlocked. He’d smile to himself. He knew now that she wanted him, otherwise she would lock her window, right? Today was the day he’d strike. Her parents had been gone for a day now and Kelsey hadn’t left the house. He would bet a fortune that the doors and windows in the house were unlocked. Tony waited until the sun went down before he made his move. He crept around to the side of the house where Kelsey’s window was. He pushed on it and it slid open with ease. As he crawled in, he listened and heard the shower running. Oh this was just too perfect. He shut the window and went about the house, locking the rest of the doors and windows. When he was done, he snuck back up to her room and waited in her closet.

Kelsey let the water beat down on her. It felt so good to have a hot shower. She only wished she had someone to share it with. Slowly, she washed her body, taking care of her 36 A breasts. As she scrubbed, she imagined it was him. She slipped her hands down her body and felt her pussy. Frowning, she grabbed the razor. She had battled with the idea of shaving it instead of trimming it. He probably preferred shaved, she thought as she started the slow strokes. She brought her leg up and took extra care shaving around her hole. When she was finished, she rinsed, feeling the new sensation of water trickling down her slit. She was completely shaved and happy about it. It felt so much better and it looked great. She slid her finger down her slit, feeling it’s smoothness and smiled.

Kelsey turned the water off and grabbed for her towel. She towel dried her hair first and then her body. When she was dry, she put some lotion on her fresh shaved legs. She pulled out her blow dryer and started to dry her hair, brushing it slowly, until it was soft as silk and hung down to her waist. Kelsey looked at her reflection and started to talk to it. “If only I knew where to find him.” She paused and wrapped a big fluffy white towel around her body. “If only I hadn’t run from him.” She sighed and looked at the clock. It was still early enough to go out. Maybe she’d get gussied up and hit some clubs. Maybe she’d have a chance of finding him or the other way around.

Tony listened as the bathroom door finally opened and stifled a yawn. He had almost fallen asleep but forced himself not to. He stood up and stretched his legs, being careful not to make too much noise. Kelsey came into the room wearing just a towel. He opened the door just a little, watching her. She was bent over her dresser and rummaging through a drawer. Her ass looked fantastic in just that towel. He opened the door the rest of way, grateful that it didn’t squeak. He stood wearing, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and had taken his black Converses off. Kelsey was oblivious to him as he knelt by her bed. He left the closet door open and heard her in take of breath as she turned around.

He waited until she had tried to run for the door before he sprung up. Kelsey screamed and tried to get to the door. Tony was on her before she could turn the handle. He chuckled as he held her pinned against the door. “Silly little girl,” he began as he held her wrists with one hand “didn’t you know the predator always gets his prey?”

Kelsey’s breathing picked up as she watched him. Her pussy spasmed as he pinned her to the door. This was exactly what she wanted, but why was she so nervous?

“You intrigue me, Kelsey. And I intend to find out why.” He held her wrists and then tossed her onto her bed. He followed her down, his scent intoxicating her. “You leave your window not just unlocked but opened and when mommy and daddy leave, you leave all the doors and windows unlocked.” He leaned down and inhaled. “You smell of desire my dear. Did you really think you could hide that?”

Kelsey swallowed, not sure what to say. She watched as he got up on his knees and slipped his shirt over his head. Her heart hammered as she got her first eyeful of him. His chest was muscled and smooth. He had more tattoos than she thought and all she could think of was tracing them with her tongue.

Tony reached down and grabbed the front of Kelsey’s towel. He tore it open and let his gaze rake over her. “Oh my.” Tony’s cock started to ache through his pants as he straddled her. He leaned over her and let his tongue sweep the hollow in her throat. Kelsey gasped and tilted her head for him. “Say you want it.” He nipped at her neck. “Tell me you want it, little girl.” He brought a hand up and gently squeezed first one tit then the other, massaging them.

Kelsey groaned, she had never been so heated for anyone. Her ex hadn’t made her feel the way he was right now and he wasn’t even doing that much. Kelsey looked up at him, his brown eyes shining brightly. She swallowed and opened her mouth trying not to stammer, “I want it. Please give it to me.”

Tony growled low in his throat before stealing a kiss from Kelsey’s lips. He wanted to bury himself within her and just lose himself. He deepened the kiss, being driven crazy by the noises she was making in her throat. Tony pulled himself away and moved off her. He stood at the foot of the bed and removed his jeans and boxers in one motion. Kelsey stopped breathing for a minute. Her eyes turned dark and lusty as she watched him. His cock lay hard against his belly.

He lay down next to her and ran his fingers up her thigh and barely touched her pubic mound as he traveled higher. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up over him. Kelsey obeyed without saying anything and placed a heated kiss of her own on his lips. He didn’t have to push down on her. She left his lips and then moved her way down. She licked his smooth chest and nipped his stomach.

Tony groaned and ran his hands through Kelsey’s hands. His breath stopped for a second as he felt her warm, wet tongue caress his cock. She worked it up his shaft and then back down. Slowly, she tongued his balls and then sucked first one then the next into her mouth. Kelsey brought her mouth down and sucked his length into her mouth. Tony tightened his grip on her hair and used it to bob her head up and down. She moved at a quick pace, slurping as she pulled up.

Kelsey reached one hand down and rubbed her clit while she sucked his cock. Tony looked down and watched her rub her clit. He pulled up on her head until his cock slipped out along with some drool from her mouth. “You suck cock so good, sweetheart, but I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I have other plans for you.” He sat up and pushed her where he was laying.

Once she was on her back, Kelsey panted in anticipation. She watched as he climbed up her body. He stopped and leaned down to play with her nipples. He sucked, nipped and licked all over, passing his tongue over her nipples and then blew on them, causing her back to arch. She had never felt so good so early on in the game. It was normally until she was about to cum that she felt this good.

Tony worked his way down, tugging gently on her belly button jewel and then swirled his tongue around it. Kelsey squirmed as he traveled lower. He used his fingers to spread her lips slightly and looked up at her. “Tell me what you want.” He flicked his tongue out and gently brushed her clit. Kelsey’s hips bucked slightly.

“I want you to.” She paused and caught her breath. “I want you to eat my pussy, please.” She thought for a second. “What’s your name?”

Tony looked down and grinned. “Why do you want to know that?” He placed his mouth on her cunt and started to work his tongue expertly. He flicked her clit, swirled his tongue, and sucked on it.

Kelsey whimpered. “So I know what to scream.”

Tony smiled against her skin and looked up at her. He released his torturing mouth for a moment. “I’ll tell you that when the time’s right.” He went back to pleasuring her. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped his shoulders. Tony picked her legs up and tossed them over his shoulders. He dipped his tongue into her pussy, tasting how sweet her wetness was. He wouldn’t stop until she either came on his tongue or begged for mercy.

Kelsey moaned and moved her hips. She wanted so badly to cum, but it wasn’t working. “I-I don’t think it’s going to work,” she finally said.

“Well what do you propose we do?” He was teasing her.

“I propose you come up here,” Kelsey answered, her voice husky.

Tony crawled up her body and grabbed her thighs, spreading them. He rested the head of his cock against her opening and looked at her. “And what am I going to do up here?” He grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head up and down her slit.

Kelsey tried to push down on his cock. “Please?” she pleaded with him and then tried to pull him closer.

Tony looked down at her. “Please, what?” His voice had gotten deeper and more husky. He pushed the head of his cock in.

“That!” Kelsey nearly screamed it and tried again to push down.

“What?” Tony toyed with her, pulling the head out and then pushing it back in.

Kelsey groaned in frustration. “That. What you’re doing!”

Tony continued teasing her. “And what am I doing?”

“You’re teasing me!”

“So you want me to continue?”

“No!”

“Well then what do you want?”

Kelsey panted and tried to pull him closer. Her nails digging into his thighs. He let go of his cock and shifted so he could trap her hands above her head. He was staring her down, waiting for the right words. “Fuck me!” She yelled. “Just fuck me! Please!”

Tony obliged and rammed his cock forward, sheathing himself. He shuddered at how good she felt. She was so tight and wet. Kelsey cried out with pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist. He paused and looked down at her. “My name’s Tony. Get ready to start screaming it.”
He thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm, hitting the right spot with his cock. Kelsey moaned and moved her hips in time with his. She was lost in a world of feeling. He had begun to kiss her neck, nipping at it and whispered in her ear, “I don’t hear any screaming.”

Kelsey, feeling empowered, replied, “Then you need to do a better job.”

Tony growled and fucked her harder, her whimpers driving him on. “I still don’t hear any screaming.” He stopped and looked down at her. “Maybe a different position would be better?”
He held onto her waist and rolled them over. Kelsey sat up on him, feeling his cock go deeper. They groaned together. “Ohh, Tony. God yes.”
Tony smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve been called God, but I’ll take it.”
Before she could retort, he began bouncing her on his dick. Kelsey forgot what she was going to say and concentrated on the fucking she was getting.
Tony reached up and pulled her down to lay on his chest. “You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” He began fucking her faster.
Kelsey moaned. “Yesss.”
“Say it.”
“I’m a little slut.”
Tony groaned and sat her back up. “Are you going to cum for me, slut?”
“Yesss!”
Tony changed up his rhythm to make her grind down on his cock in a rocking motion while he pumped his hips. Kelsey leaned back slightly causing her to cry out. “Oh!”
She reached down and ran her fingernails over his chest and stomach before grabbing onto his arms. He gripped her hips and they fucked eachother. One meeting the other in a frenzy of timed thrusts. Kelsey felt her body tighten and knew she was close. She fucked Tony harder and faster, eager for her release, not caring if he was ready or not. She wanted this, needed this. And then it hit. Her orgasm shattered her, leaving her feel like she was in pieces as she screamed his name. It didn’t take long before he was joining her, yelling as he came in her pussy, feeling their cum leak out over his sack.
“God damn. That was better than I thought it was going to be.”

Kelsey rolled off of him, laying on her side. She ran her fingers up and down his chest. “So what took you so long?”
Tony smiled. “Timing is everything.” He looked at her. “You didn’t get too scared, did you?”
Kelsey smiled back at him. “Well honestly the first thought I had was that I was going to be stalked and who knows what.”
Tony laughed. “I think I would like to make you my little sex slave.”
Kelsey pulled him to her. “Well we do have the house to ourselves for the rest of the week and there’s some rope in the garage.”
“Mmm, I like the way you think, Miss.” He pulled her under him and began kissing her again.

A.G.O.G 2

Well this was awkward. Hannah smiled at David. What should she say to him? Better yet, what do you say to someone who you just met and gave a blow job to? She cleared her throat, trying to think of anything clever or non-idiotic to say to him. I had fun? No that would be weird. Let’s do that again? How would that make her look? Hannah looked away and out the window at the passing scenery.

They rode the rest of the way passing comments. Hannah found out he was a contract developer and he worked Monday through Friday from 8 to 4. If she was right, that would be the schedule she would be working at the library. He found out that she was taking Journalism at UVU and wanted to be a writer for the news paper. Hannah felt like such a nerd, but David eased her mind about that.

“There’s nothing wrong with being smart,” he started. “In fact, I find it really sexy for a woman to have more brains that bronze.” He looked over at her and smiled. “Finding one with both though makes for a dynamite package.”
Hannah blushed, but managed to choke out, “Flatterer.”
David flashed her one of his sexy grins.

David stopped the car in his driveway, wishing he could just take Hannah inside with him. They had interesting conversations on the way back and he found out a lot about her, intriguing him more. Hannah rechecked her lipstick and appearance before sliding out of the car. They stood and stared at each other for a moment, the unspoken question hanging in the air. David smiled at her. “So what do you want to do to celebrate?”

Hannah shrugged. “I don’t really know. How about something simple?” She thought about her lack of funds, knowing she wouldn’t be able to afford much.

David seemed to think about it for a moment then broke into a grin, “I have the perfect thing in mind. Go change into something casual and I’ll meet you back here in a half hour. I need to make a couple phone calls and change.”

Hannah smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” She took her time crossing the street, knowing his eyes were on her the whole time. She made it inside her house and started to giggle. She was bursting with giddiness. She couldn’t believe she had just done that! As she made it up to her room, a million thoughts swam in her head. Most of them revolved around, what next? What happens now? She started undressing, looking outside her bedroom window, wondering what he had planned for them.

David sat down on his bed and took his shoes off. He could not believe that had just happened. He glanced towards his bedroom window, being able to see Hannah’s house. All those years he knew her parents from when he first moved in. He never would have guessed that they had such a firecracker daughter. Just thinking about her in his Cadillac made his cock grow and ache. He rubbed it through his jeans and smiled. It had been such a long time since he reacted this way to a female.

David got up and stripped out of his clothes, his body shuddering as the material swept past the swollen member. He left it alone though. Hannah would take care of his ache and that’s all he needed right now. It was very tempting to call her over and just have way with her until they were both too sore to do anything else, but explaining to his neighbors why their daughter was coming out of his house late at night with a disheveled appearance was something he’d rather avoid, no matter how much fun it sounded. Leaving his room to the bathroom, he stole one last glance from his window, wondering if the window that faced the street was her room or her parents’.

Hannah paced back and forth in her room. She had already changed her clothes, picking a short denim skirt and a plain black spaghetti strap. She was feeling a little adventurous and left her bra and panties off. The panties were something she had debated on, but finally decided on leaving them off. She just hoped that she didn’t leave a puddle or drip down her legs when they were together. She felt silly, but she couldn’t help but stare out of her bedroom window. She knew the window that faced the street was his and it excited her to no end thinking about him being able to watch her from his window. She had made sure to take extra time stripping out of her interview clothes and into her simple comfy clothes for their… Was it a date?
Hannah stopped pacing and sat on the bed. Her mind had been racing, but that was the first time the D word was mentioned. So, was it a date? She thought about it for a minute, hating the way her mind worked.

If it was a date, did she expect flowers? David rinsed his hair and reached for his razor. He set about shaving his nuts smooth. He had shaved yesterday, but he wanted to make sure they were more presentable. His mind fell back to Hannah. At the beginning of his shower, he had it on straight cold. After a few minutes his cock surrendered and softened, but it didn’t stop his mind from racing. He didn’t exactly have time to run out and get her flowers or candy or any of that. He chuckled as he imagined the look on her face. Wait. What if she really did expect all of that? What if she is seeing this as a date? Did that mean that he would have to start courting her? He thought about what happened in the car, only this time he was worried. What if she held out? Well that would be okay, wouldn’t it? It’s not like he should expect her to put out. After all, he didn’t even know if she was a virgin. That thought scared him as he finished his shower.
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It wasn’t like she was a virgin, Hannah just wasn’t that kind of girl. But at that moment, she decided she wanted to be. To hell with the consequences. If he didn’t want a girlfriend out of this then she wouldn’t be hurt by it. It was just sex, right? But what if he was one of those weirdos that when you have sex with them, they automatically think it means you’re in a relationship. She sighed. Even if they ended up being fuck buddies, she would be just fine with that. But what if he wanted more?
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And if she was a virgin, was he going to be willing to pop her cherry in the backseat of his Caddy? He slipped his shirt on and grabbed his towel, roughly drying his hair. If that was going to happen, would she be offended if he brought a towel? He stood up straight and grabbed his deodorant from the cabinet, putting some on before buttoning up his black shirt. David ran the comb through his hair and stared at his reflection. He was nervous. A part of him wanted to call and say that something had come up, but how would that look? He left the bathroom and padded into his bedroom, taking a glance out his window, deciding that it was her bedroom window that faced his.
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He had never been so drawn to a female before, and he didn’t count his obsession with his eighth grade teacher when he was fourteen. David smiled. If she was the kind of girl that wanted a relationship, he could be into that. He barely knew her and hoped that the topic wouldn’t get brought up. It’s not like he didn’t want to be with someone, he just wasn’t ready to settle down. And he knew, from conversations with Hannah’s parents that she was raised to be a good Mormon girl. Lights, bells, and whistles went off in his head, but he ignored them. He put his socks and shoes on and sprayed himself with a little cologne.
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Hannah slipped her high heeled sandals on and walked down the stairs.
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David grabbed a towel from the cupboard and strode downstairs.
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Come Hell or high water, they were going to have fun tonight.
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David started to knock on the door just as Hannah opened it, causing them to laugh. It was noticeable to them both that the awkward factor had come into play. David spoke first, “Shall we?” He offered her a smile and his arm, which she took, smiling back at him. Something had definitely changed, but neither was willing to address it. Hannah let David lead her across the street and waited as he opened the door for her.

David got in on his own side and started the car. “You look really good, Hannah, and it’s just perfect for what I have planned.”
Hannah turned to look at him, smiling. “Thank you, David. You look good too.” She paused for a second, “What are the plans for tonight?”

David winked at her before slipping his sunglasses into place. “It’s a surprise.”

Hannah giggled. “Is it going to be another drug run?”

David laughed and didn’t answer. Was he having regrets about that already?

The conversation lulled between the two of them as David drove up State Street, turning onto University Parkway. He had found out that Hannah enjoyed sports and going to bars.

“So how old are you?” Hannah asked before she took a bite of her bacon cheeseburger, sitting at the little table at In and Out Burger. David smiled. “Promise you won’t run away screaming?”
Hannah laughed, “No guarantee.”
Since they had arrived at In and Out Burger, the conversation had started to flow more.
“I’m 34.”

“That’s not bad. I thought you were younger.” She smiled. “And my mom calls you, “that nice young boy who lives across the street.””
They laughed together. “Well she’s allowed to think I’m the nice young boy. To her I am.”
Hannah thought about it for a minute. She was 21 and he was 34. Her thoughts from earlier had dissipated, but now she wondered if there would be too much of a time gap between them.
“You’re 21, right?”
Hannah nodded and took a drink.
“Do you ever get out to Salt Lake?”
“My friends live up there, so I try to make it on the weekends. There aren’t many things to do down here in Provo.”

David nodded. The questions from earlier were hazy in his head and he had to think of something else to ask before they had another awkward silence. “Do you like the club scene?”

Hannah shook her head. “Not really. I go up there on the weekends,, but it’s the one place I can go where I’m not restricted by the “Mormon code,” she added in quotations. “I don’t really participate on the dance floor. If I’m going to dance, it’s in my room where no one else can see.” Which was a truth and a lie. It depended on how much alcohol she had consumed, but she didn’t think it was appropriate to mention that.”

David chuckled low. “Now that’s something I’d want to see.” His tone was suggestive and he gave her a look that melted her. Suddenly it was like the gates opened. Hannah became aware that she wasn’t wearing panties and gazed at David, saying in a low sexy voice, “I’d let you watch if you wanted to.”

And then the awkwardness was broken. They finished their meal with passing comments and Hannah watched as David threw their trash away. The man had such a nice ass. She couldn’t wait to pull on it as he drove into her. The thought made her shiver and she had to clamp her thighs tight, hoping there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the back of her skirt.

They hopped back into David’s Caddy and drove back up State Street. Hannah wasn’t sure what to say and was afraid that if she did say something it would be along the lines of, “let’s pull off somewhere and fuck.” Instead she asked, “Read any good books lately?”

David glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and answered, sounding amused, “Actually yeah. I’ve been reading some thrillers. How about you?”

“I’ve been reading Science Fiction mainly.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah.”

Well that went well.

Hannah smiled. “So you’re not going to tell me where we’re going?”
David shook his head, smiling. “Nope. It’s a surprise.”
They started to say something, which caused them to laugh, followed by an unison comment, “Go ahead.”
They laughed again and were silent for a second, before David asked, “Are we on a date?” He had finally decided to ask since it was bothering him.
Hannah laughed again. “I was just going to ask that.”
David laughed with her. “Well that’s cool.” He paused. “So are we?”
“Only if you want it to be. I’m fine with this being a hang out or a date.” She paused. “What say you?”
“Well I say that we should see how things go and decide from there. I’m just having a great time right now and was wondering how you felt about it.”
Hannah nodded and continued to look out the window. “My thoughts exactly.” She looked at him and smiled. “I just want you to know first off that I’m not that kind of girl, David.”
David swallowed and braced himself for the lecture that was sure to follow. “What do you mean, Hannah?” He stole a glance at her before turning his gaze back to the road.
“Well I was thinking about what happened earlier and it was a lot of fun.” She took a deep breath, thinking that it was now or never.

Here it came.

“But I don’t want you to think that just because that happened you have to take me out. I know you said we would be celebrating after I told you I got the job, but I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel obligated. I don’t need to be taken on a date, and we don’t have to progress further, if you don’t want. I’m just happy being here.”

David felt like he could lean over and kiss her. Those words made him feel so much better. Imagine how awkward it would have been if he had shown up with flowers. There was still something bothering him, but he didn’t know how to address it. He was about to say so, when they reached their destination. “We’re here,” he said instead,

Basin Drive In, in Mt. Pleasant, was about an hour’s drive from Provo, but when Hannah saw where they were, she was pleasantly surprised. It had been years since she went to a Drive In movie. The last time she was here, she was on a date with a nice boy from her church. It was during her unsure years. Hannah came downstairs wearing a skirt that a little too short and a long silver chain necklace that disappeared down her low cut tank top. Nicolas Bradley. That was his name. Hannah was 18 and ready to move on, but he was a return missionary who had stole her heart before he left. He even wrote letters to her while he was on his mission in Nepal. But as he was gone, things had happened. Hannah had started to see that what she had put so much faith and belief in wasn’t comforting to her. She started to have questions that couldn’t be answered, and originally she wanted to be a scientist. That didn’t bode well with what she was trying to accomplish. Blind faith just wasn’t for her. And when Nicolas showed up to take her out, he almost walked back out the door. At first she had suggested they go dancing in Salt Lake, but he wasn’t too keen on that. So they ended up going to Mt. Pleasant. Almost the whole time they sat there, Hannah’s hormones were raging. It would be the ultimate way of giving the middle finger to the church, which she so desperately wanted to do. So her and Nicolas started to make out. It was getting pretty hot and heavy, but when she took her top off and reached between his legs, he put the brakes on. She sheepishly put her tank top back on and they sat through the rest of the movie in silence. When he dropped her off, he not so subtly told her that they couldn’t date. He didn’t want to break his temple vows, and she was definitely a temptation to him.

Hannah was brought back to reality when David asked what movie she wanted to see. They picked a movie together, deciding on a double feature comedy. Hannah had felt a change in the evening, but wasn’t quite sure if it was sexual tension or more awkwardness. As he drove to the spot for them to watch the movie, she noticed that the lot was pretty full. And then she noticed all the teenagers.

“Are you ready?”

Hannah was snapped out of staring, feeling foolish. “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about how many teenagers are here. ”
David smiled. “Quite a few, huh?” He looked around. “Do you want to go exchange our tickets for a Rated R flick?”
“No, that’s alright. I don’t mind it, I just wasn’t expecting it. Of course it is possible that they’re BYU students.”
David nodded his agreement. He set up the speakers and leaned his seat back. “Do you want to get anything from the snack bar?”
“I think a drink would be good.” She started to get out of the car, but David stopped her. “I’ll get it. What would you like?”
“A Coke please.”
“You got it.”
“I could get it, David. It’s not a big deal.” But he had ignored her and walked off.
It was sweet, but a little unnerving. David hadn’t let her pay for a single thing yet. He insisted that he pay for dinner because it was his idea, and said the same about the movie. She had the feeling he would insist on paying for everything tonight. It didn’t take too long for her to pick him out as he made his way back to the Caddy, carrying a drink holder a pack of gummy bears and a package of honey roasted peanuts. So he was a snack guy. Why she made the mental note, she couldn’t say why, but that was a bit of information that would probably never go away.

The movie started and David couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. Hannah had stopped being happy and he was afraid he had upset her. By the middle of the movie, he finally asked. Hannah turned her baby blues on him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, have I done anything to upset you?”

Hannah smiled at David, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not at all. I was just thinking about the last time I was here.”

“Would I be prying if I asked what happened?”

Hannah shook her head and told him about her last experience. “I just felt so weird after our date. I mean here was this boy who I had had a crush on forever and I blew it because I was horny. I had been raised with the concept of waiting, but with him, I didn’t want to. And now I feel ridiculous about discussing a date I was on while being,” she paused. Were they on a date?

David turned to her fully. It was now or never. “Are you a virgin?”

Hannah blinked a couple times. Well that was out of left field.

Oh great, now she hates me.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Hannah answered. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“Did I push it too far earlier?”

Hannah smiled this time. Ah. So he was worried. That was sweet. “No, not at all. I mean I will admit that I probably wouldn’t have done that with anyone else, but you,” she paused and put her hand on his leg. “You’re different. I felt the attraction, and wouldn’t have thought it possible to act on it.”

David smiled, clearly relieved. “So it’s not a bad thing that I want you right now?”

Hannah scooted closer. “How bad?”

“Very bad.”

Hannah smiled, her voice low and husky. “Prove it.”

David groaned and pulled her on his lap, his hands roaming up her legs until he reached under her skirt. When he found she wasn’t wearing any panties, he groaned again. “We don’t have to do this here, just so you know. I have no problems with driving back to my place and having you proper.”

Hannah giggled. “But then I’d miss out on another first.”

David kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. “And what would that be?”

“Being fucked in the back of a Caddy.”

“Mmm, good point.” He adjusted them so they could crawl to the backseat. “It’s a good thing these things are roomy.”

Hannah spread her legs for him, as he adjusted himself between them. He kissed her deeply, as she ran her fingers through his hair. She moaned as he gently slipped a finger between her folds and stroked. His touch was creating a fire while it teased her. “More,” she panted.

David chuckled and reached down between them to undo his jeans. “I feel like a teenager right now. Having sex in the back of my Caddy.”

Hannah grinned. “Have you ever done this before?” She reached between them to pull and tug at his shirt. “Off.” She said.

David obliged her by taking his shirt off. He wasn’t planning on getting completely naked, but they were parked far enough back that they wouldn’t be seen. He took this opportunity to take his jeans off. Once he had his jeans all the way off, he lifted her skirt around her hips. He watched as Hannah lifted her top. His breath caught as her breasts were freed.

Hannah blushed as David hungrily fondled and paid attention to her breasts. She lifted up for him, but he left her top on. “I like it this way. It makes it look more naughty.”

Hannah moaned as he teased her nipples with his mouth, expertly lavishing them with his tongue. “Oh, David.” She pressed his head closer. “That feels so good.”

Hannah noticed that he was taking his time with her, and while she appreciated it, she wanted more. She wanted him now in the worst way. His patience was sweet, but he body was a ticking time bomb and she was pretty sure she would explode if he didn’t take her now. She was slightly awarded as he slipped a finger into her, curling it before sliding it back out. Hannah’s hips bucked. “Oh!”

She moaned as he added another finger which he appreciated. God, she was so beautiful. He wanted to take his time with her, not wanting to rush in case it scared her. He wanted her to feel wanted, to feel lusted after. After adding the second finger, he felt her pussy squeeze them. God, she would feel amazing. She already did, but his aching cock hungered for more.

Hannah’s pussy convulsed around his fingers. God, that felt good. She never knew fingers could feel that great. But as great as it was, her pussy hungered for more. She was salivating over the thought of his cock plunging into her. Her body burned and she knew she had to have him.

“David, I’m not a virgin. Fuck me!” Hannah panted and stared at him, her body over heating. Something inside David snapped. It was like a gate opened and he rushed forward. His cock aching from being harder than it had ever been, he gripped the base and positioned it at Hannah’s tight, wet opening. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want to ignore her either. He pushed the head in, groaning at how good just that simple act felt. He watched as those perfect lips formed an ‘o’ as he slid a little further in. Hannah moaned and reached down, pulling on David’s hips, whispering, “Please, please just give it to me.”

David shuddered and pushed his length all the way in, reveling in how good she felt. Hugged by a warm, wet and tight pussy, his cock twitched. She kept pulling at his hips whispering, but he couldn’t just give what she wanted without cumming too soon and he wanted this to last a little. She was making it damn hard by lifting and wiggling her hips. That and the noises she was making. And he hadn’t even started yet. Well he’d have to change that.

Hannah moaned as he slowly pulled his cock out and pushed it back in. Slowly he picked up the pace to a steady rhythm that the both of them were happy with. David moaned as he looked down. The screen provided just enough light to see his cock plunge in and out. He couldn’t remember a pussy ever feeling so good. And he let himself indulge. He would speed up and listen to her moan, then slow down and listen to her whimper.

He found her lips again, but then cursed as the lights in the parkinglot raised.

Shit.

He stopped and sat up some. Yep, the movie was over. Luckily it was only the first one. He looked down at her. She had her leg wrapped around his thigh and was panting. Her eyes sparkled with desire and her lips were slightly puffy, swollen from the kissing. She grinned slyly at him and bit her lower lip. She didn’t need to voice her thoughts. David bucked his hips forward and leaned down again.

Hannah gasped and licked her lips, her eyes slightly out of focus. David grinned down at her. “More?” she asked. David bucked his hips again, toying with her. “What was that?”
“More.”
He bucked and pulled back.
Hannah grabbed at his hips, digging her nails in. “You’re driving me crazy right now.”
David chuckled and moved forward slowly. He surprised himself with how much control he was able to have. “I hate to break the mood, but I don’t have any condoms.”
Hannah blinked at him, processing his words. “Neither do I, but you don’t need them.” She grinned. “I’ve been on the pill since I was 15.”

David groaned in relief. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
Hannah giggled and pulled him down to her. She kissed him deeply then pulled away. “Show me.”
David grabbed her hands and put them above her head, holding them with one hand. Slowly he began to move his hips, using his other hand to grab her thigh. He watched her as she closed her eyes. Her breasts moving in time with his thrusts. Hannah moaned and furrowed her brows. “God, David, that feels so good.”
He moaned and leaned down again, nibbling on her neck and earlobe. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as she was told and wrapped her long legs around his waist. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arm under her back, his pace speeding. He wanted to devour her. Wanted to surround himself and get lost in her. His cock pulsed and twitched in her velvetly tunnel. He groaned and sped up. They panted and stared into one anothers eyes. His bright like a light had turned on behind them, and hers darkened like a deep pool.

She was so lost in him, her body on a fire that she felt would never be dampened. They fit perfectly together matching rhythm. She held onto his back as he began to fuck her harder. His head dropped down and he buried it in her neck, breathing her in. His pheromones and cologne making her slightly dizzy. She whimpered as she felt her orgasm beginning to break the horizon. Her pussy tightened and she clawed at his back. With every pant she demanded. “More! Harder! Faster!”

David was only happy to oblige. He had to hold back as she squeezed him tighter. He cried out and pounded harder. Both of them on the brink. He dug his fingers into her back as he fucked her, her whimpers carrying him over the edge. With one final thrust, their world shattered. He cried out, biting into her neck to stifle the cry as she clung on, screaming his name. The feeling seemed to last forever. But slowly as they panted and sweat together, they came back down to earth. Heads swimming but feeling completely contented.

David raised his head and looked at her. Her eyes were shiny and she smiled. “Well then.”
He returned the smile and kissed her softly. She looked so beautiful right now. Her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat that made her glow. Her skin looking soft and unreal. He pulled back and reached for the towel he had shoved in the back pocket. Once Hannah saw it and realized what it was, she laughed.

“A towel? Really?”

David looked at her sheepishly. “It was just in case.”

She looked puzzled. “In case what?”

He actually blushed. “In case you were a virgin.”

This made Hannah burst. She was laughing so hard she was crying. “So I didn’t ruin the apholstery?”

David started laughing and threw the towel at her as he pulled out. “So?”

They sat and laughed while she cleaned up after herlself, handing him the towel so he could do the same. When she could catch her breath she said, “I’ve never known anyone so prepared.”

They proceeded to get dressed. “Yeah, well,” he began, “it is a Caddy.”

David crawled back to the front seat and leaned his head against the headrest as Hannah joined him. The movie was close to being over. David turned the car on and drove to the booth to return the speakers. He looked over at Hannah. “So.”
She smiled at him. “So.”

A year later

Hannah pulled into the driveway and honked her horn. David came out of his house and locked it. He smiled at her as he got into the car. “Where did you say you needed to go,” she asked.
“I just have an errand I need to run.”
“That’s just fine. I don’t mind returning the favor.” She winked at him and put on her sunglasses.

David chuckled.

Hannah pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street. David looked at her. She was wearing a pair of unbelievably short shorts and a halter top. He was pretty certain she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thought excited him and his cock began to stir. They drove for a while, David stealing glances at her as they talked. It had been awhile since he had seen her since she started school. She was all he could think about.
The car finally stopped and David looked around. Hannah turned off the car. There was something vaguely familiar about this place. He stopped looking around and looked at her. She looked cool and relaxed sitting in her seat. Her seatbelt off.
“What’s going on?” He was confused why they were stopped.
Hannah smiled at him. “Ass, gas or grass. Nobody rides for free.”
David grinned and took his seatbelt off, pulling her towards him, “I think I can manage that.”

Ass, Gas, or Grass

 

The sun blazed down as Hannah sat on the porch swing, sipping lemonade. It was a glorious day in Provo, Utah and she was happy to be back at her parents’ place while she waited for school to start. She needed to shower before her interview, but was enjoying the warmth too much. She ran her fingers through her blonde curls and leaned back in the swing. A small breeze picked its way through the leaves of the trees surrounding her parents’ Victorian style house. It was mid summer and the sound of children playing could be heard all up and down the street. Hannah was deep in her daydream when the phone rang. It took a couple more rings to shake her. She got up quickly, spilling her lemonade. “Shit,” she said as she made it into the house.

“Reed residence, how may I help you?”

Hannah had to listen closely as her mother rapidly reported what had happened.

“Mom, slow down a little. I can barely hear you. Where are you anyway?”

Her mother slowed her panic and spoke, “We’re on the highway. The front tire blew on the car and we’re waiting for a tow truck.”
As Hannah listened, she could hear the sound of traffic whipping by. “I know you need to get to your interview, but I don’t know when we’ll be able to get back. Your dad wants the tow truck driver to take us to mechanic and get this fixed before coming home.”
“How am I going to be able to make my interview? Do I need to call and cancel?”
Her mother seemed to think about it before answering. “Go across the street and ask David if he could take you and bring you back. He seems like a nice enough young man.”
Hannah blushed as she thought about her neighbor. While her mother called him a nice young man, the truth of it was that he was close to 30. Her tummy tightened as she thought about asking him for a ride. They had barely spoken to each other, but she knew he had been over to her parents’ house before.
Hesitantly she answered, “Okay, mom. I’ll ask him, but if he says no, I’ll just re-schedule.”
Her mom chuckled, “He won’t say no. Talk to you soon and good luck!”
The line went dead and Hannah looked at the phone before returning it to the cradle. Hannah sighed and looked down at herself. Her white tank top had a big yellow white spot wear she spilled her lemonade. She grumbled and started heading up the stairs. With the amount of time that she had, she needed to hurry. She could worry about hosing the porch off later.

Hannah stripped her tank top off as she hit the door to her bedroom, taking care to lay it on her bed. Next, she took off the tiny black shorts that she had slept in and headed into her joining bathroom. She started up her shower and went back to her bedroom to rummage through her closet. She looked at several outfits, not sure what would be better to wear for an interview, but finally decided on a royal blue short sleeve button up and a plain black skirt that sat right at her knees. The royal blue of her shirt really made her ice blue eyes pop.

She laid the outfit on her desk chair and stripped out of her bra and panties. Hannah looked out her window right at that moment to see David come outside and open his garage. Hannah’s heart hammered. She wasn’t going to make her interview.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” She hurried and got into the shower, putting herself on speed mode. She shampooed her hair and while that was sitting, lathered her body with her Cherry Blossom body wash. She quickly and carefully shaved her legs and pussy, deciding to shave it bald. In a matter of a few minutes, she had accomplished what she normally did in a half hour. She rinsed and shut the water off. Hannah said a silent prayer that David hadn’t left yet. She dried her body and hair, and then applied her leave in conditioner, bringing her curls back to life.

She slipped into her room and decided on matching lingerie. Feeling a little sexy, she slipped on the black push up bra, matching thong and garter belt. Next, she put on a pair of sheer thigh highs, connecting them to her garter belt. She couldn’t help but take a twirl in her full body mirror. Hannah ran her hands down her 36 B cup-breasts, sexy flat tummy, stopping to play with the jewel that lay like a whisper upon her skin. She let her fingers run down the front of her thong, and then appreciated the smoothness of her thighs and shape of her firm ass. She put her shirt on, leaving the top three buttons undone and then slid the skirt up to rest on her shapely hips. Her ass, being the piece of perfection it was, made the skirt raise just a bit in the back.

Hannah looked out her window and was happily rewarded to see that David’s car was still parked out front. She decided on a bit of make-up and set about making herself look better. On her eyes, she used a charcoal color that made her eyes look stunning, black liner on the water lines, and then a light pink lipstick that made her pouty lips pop with perfection. Hannah looked at her reflection with approval. The only thing that was missing was something to be done with the hair and some jewelry. She needed to look professional and she accomplished that, but if she pulled her hair back, it would look better. She opened her box of hair ties and settled on a hair clip. She pulled her hair back, smoothing out the top and then clipped it up. It was a simple style, but easily fixed. Next, she slipped a small pair of silver hoops on her ears and then a petite silver chain with a music note charm on it.

She grabbed her shoes, sprayed on a bit of her cherry blossom body spray and hurried downstairs. Hannah sat down on the couch to put her black 3-inch covered toe stilettos on when she noticed the time. Stifling a curse, she made sure she had her purse and cell phone and hurried out the door, locking it behind her. She carefully made it across the street and onto David’s porch. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

David opened it and smiled. “Hi, Hannah! What pleasure do I owe this visit?”

Hannah returned the smile and spoke trying not to sound like a dweeb, “Hi, David. I know this is really short notice, but my parents blew a tire on the highway and I need to get to an interview.”

David’s brow furrowed shortly, making Hannah think she’d upset him. Instead, he asked, “Are they alright?”
“Oh yeah, they’re just fine. They just can’t be back in time. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
He smiled. “No, actually. I was just heading out myself. I don’t mind taking you. Where do you need to go?”
Hannah felt beyond relieved. “I need to be at the Provo library.”
“Okay.” David stepped out and locked his door. “Let’s get going.”
“I don’t have to be there until 3.”
“That’s okay. Let’s go now since the traffic’ll pick up.”

David unlocked the door and opened it for Hannah. She sidled herself into the seat of his lush Cadillac. It was cherry red with beige interior. A really sexy car with a really roomy backseat, she noticed. David shut her door and made his way to the driver side. Hannah couldn’t help but oggle him as he got in. His brown hair was a little long and brushed back. He was taller than she originally thought, but she wasn’t so small herself standing at 5′ 4″. With her heels on, she was 5′ 7″. He had to be over 6 feet, she thought. But he wasn’t twiggy and she liked that. He had muscle to him and she could see that through his clothes. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, and tennies.

“Ever ridden in a Cadillac before?” His question caught her off guard.

“No, actually this is a first.”

“Oh really?” He said it slow, sexy and smiled. Hannah felt her pussy spasm. It was not a good idea going to an interview wet and distracted, she inwardly chastised herself.
Hannah nodded. “Yeah.” Now she felt like a dweeb. One sexy smile and she melts. How was she going to handle the car ride?
David pulled out of the driveway and directed them down the street. He drove really well, she noted, driving with a bit of aggression and a bit on the defense. She also noticed the muscles in his arms and leg moved as he drove. He reached up and pulled his sunglasses out of the visor. “Safety first,” he told her in a joking tone. She giggled and tried not to think about how he had a dimple next to his kissable mouth.
Hannah tried really hard not to get pulled in. She did her best to keep her mind on the questions she was asked to answer on her application, which she had neatly folded and in her purse. She wanted to talk to David, but didn’t have a clue about what to talk about.
“So what are you trying for at the library?”

Rescued once again, Hannah answered, “I’m trying to become a librarian.”

“That’s awesome. I wish I would have had a sexy librarian back in my library days.”

“You could still if you wanted to,” Hannah said in a sultry voice. She wanted to clap her hand over her mouth but refrained. Did that just come out of her though?? What had come over her?

David chuckled, and it sent goose bumps up and down Hannah’s spine. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

They rode the rest of the way to the library in tense silence. Hannah nearly leaped out the car when it came to a stop.
“Thank you for the ride!” She opened her door and went to step out when she felt David grab her wrist. She gulped and looked back into the car. His mirrored sunglasses didn’t give way to his thoughts, but he asked, as he rubbed his thumb across her hand, “Do you need a ride back?”

Hannah’s brain was turning to goo and she didn’t really hear him, so she just nodded. He smiled at her and let go of her wrist. “I’ll be here then.”
She nodded again and closed the door.

David watched with a predatory gaze as Hannah turned and walked up the library steps. The bottom of her ass barely peaked out with each step he took. His cock ached in his jeans. When he had opened the door, he hadn’t expected to see his neighbor’s daughter standing there. Those pink lips though. God, the way she had those natural perfect pouty lips. All he wanted was to see those wrapped around his cock or in that perfect ‘o’ shape when he buried his shaft in her pussy. David groaned and leaned his head back. He was being punished, he just knew it. He didn’t know what he had done, but he knew he was being punished.
~
Hannah refrained from skipping as she left the interview room. She got the job! It was amazing how she was able to concentrate on answering the questions after her brain had a mini meltdown. She stopped. David. What was it he had said to her? She slowed her steps and headed out into the sunshine, surprised to see his Cadillac still sitting there. Oh. That must have been what he was talking about. Hannah felt herself blush a little. She really got that befuddled.

She put the spring back into her step and made her way down the stairs. David started the Cadillac as she reached it. She opened the door to find he had taken off his sunglasses. His golden brown eyes sparkled up at her. “So how’d it go?”
Her excitement resumed. “Great! I got the job!”

He laughed. “Well alright! We need to celebrate!”

His response took her off guard. “We do?”

He continued grinning at her. “We do! That is unless you have plans with your parents or something.”

Hannah shook her head, still smiling, “No, no plans tonight. They didn’t mention anything, but I should call them.”

David nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. “Hey would you mind running an errand with me before we head back?”

“No, that’s fine.” She pulled out her cell phone and dialed, completely elated. Her parents were going to be thrilled.

David’s mind was racing. She said yes! Now he just needed to figure out what to do. He took a glance over in her direction. He didn’t notice it before, but her skirt raised higher when she was sitting, revealing sexy, thick, and firm thighs. His cock stirred back to life and he had to refrain from rubbing it through the jeans. Then it hit him! He knew exactly what to do. He turned onto the nearest highway entrance and headed north.

Hannah watched as the surroundings started to change. Where exactly did he need to go? She shrugged it off and just enjoyed the ride. The conversation wasn’t that great, but she really didn’t know what to talk about. She wanted to ask so many questions, but didn’t want to seem nosey.

David pulled into an abandoned parking lot and stretched. Hannah looked out her window, not having a clue where they were. She trusted David, but didn’t know what he could be doing out this far from Provo. She finally asked after a few minutes of silence. “So what do you need to do out here?”
David smiled. “A drug pick up of course.”
Hannah didn’t know what to say to that, but she didn’t have to. David started laughing. “I was kidding!”
Hannah laughed, feeling relieved. “Okay. So what’s the plan then?”
David smiled again. “Ass, gas or grass. No one rides for free.”
Hannah peered at him. “I-I don’t understand.”
He smiled and took his seat belt off. “Well it’s quite simple really. You either give ass, which is something sexual of the driver’s choosing, gas, which is money, or grass which is some good ol’ fashioned weed.” He put his arms behind his head and looked at her. “So which is it to be?”

Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. Was he being serious? She stared at him. He couldn’t be, could he? She tried laughing, “Good one, David. You almost got me. Ass, gas or grass. Did you just make that up?” She laughed again.

David looked at her, and she stopped laughing. “Oh you couldn’t possibly be serious!” But the look on his face told her otherwise. She swallowed and took a deep breath. Nice girls weren’t asked to do things like this; she could hear her mother’s voice in her head. Hannah had been raised a good Mormon girl, but when she turned 16, she started to have her doubts. By the time she turned 18, she had stopped going to church completely and even ended up losing a few of her friends. She didn’t attend BYU and she didn’t dress quite as modestly as the girls around her. She got her belly button pierced as an act of rebellion. Now that she was 21, she even went clubbing on the weekends in Salt Lake City. But this. This was a whole new game. It’s not like she was a virgin. She had had sex once and was an avid masturbator, but sitting here, she wasn’t sure what to do. Sure she had wanted him, but she didn’t actually think of following through with it. Her fantasies of him would end up in her “spank bank” but that was all.

David watched Hannah out of the corner of his eye. He figured she might react like this, but it was only a matter of time. He had used the line once in college and he almost got laid, but the girl’s dad was a cop. He would never forget how embarassed he was when they got caught. After that, the line hadn’t worked. Even if she said no, he wasn’t planning on forcing himself on her. “So what do you want?” Her question interrupted his thoughts. He turned to look at her.
“I don’t have any money and I don’t have any weed. So what do I have to do?”
Wow. He wasn’t expecting that. He grinned. Oh the things he could have her do to him. He reached down and scooted his seat back, lowered it, then leaned it back. “You could start out by pulling out my cock and sucking it.”

Hannah swallowed and looked down. She could see the growing bulge beneath his jeans. She moved her seat back and adjusted it a bit. Biting her lip, she put her hand on his thigh. She could feel his gaze on her, but didn’t want to look up. Slowly she ran her hand up until it rested just below the bulge.
David’s voice was husky. “Go ahead and touch it. It won’t bite.” Hannah brushed her fingertips over it quickly. David moaned appreciatively. “Take it out.”
She stilled but reached over and grabbed the button on his jeans. “I can’t believe this is happening to me”, was the only thing running through her mind. She unzipped his jeans, still repeating those words. Slowly she reached inside and felt he wasn’t wearing any boxers. I can’t believe this-. The thought was stopped as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it out. It felt so meaty in her hand. The first guy she was with wasn’t nearly this big. She ran her fingers up his length and then back down. It was no longer fear that settled in her body, but hunger. She licked her lips and leaned forward.

David settled back in his seat and watched. She was very careful with his cock as she stroked it. Her hand was warm and soft and a very nice contrast to his. His cock pulsed and throbbed as she stroked it a little faster. He wondered if she had ever given head before, but decided to wait and see what she did.

Hannah opened her mouth some and flicked her tongue out over the head. Pre-cum had gathered and it glistened in the sunlight. She listened to David groan as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently. She had never sucked cock before, but she had seen enough porn to know that it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She drew her tongue in circles around the head and licked up the somewhat salty pre-cum. She then slid her mouth down, wondering how deep she could take him. It didn’t take long before his hands were in her hair and tugging slightly. Hannah moaned around his cock and started to work her mouth on him, using her tongue to flick and swirl and tease the underside of his cock.
David groaned and lifted his hips. “Play with my sac.”

Hannah obliged and daintily ran her fingers over the silken skin. She cupped them and squeezed, tugged and pulled, listening to the approving sounds coming from above. Finally feeling brave enough, she looked up. David looked down at her, and she noticed his eyes had gone molten. They almost shined down at her. She wondered what she must look like bent over herself sucking cock. And then it hit her. She was sucking his cock! And staring up at him. Hannah’s lids lowered slightly and she moaned. Her thong threatened to spill over with how wet she was. She looked down and wondered if she could take the rest of his length. She stopped bobbing and concentrated on filling her mouth and possibly her throat. The idea excited her. If she could deep throat, she wondered what he would say. He was rather on the big side and couldn’t have possibly been with a girl who could take all of it before.

David felt Hannah stop and lifted his hips, until he felt what she was doing and then he relaxed. No girl had ever deep throated him before. His chest rose and fell and he wished he had a camera. His thoughts swirled with that possibility. But then they stopped. He felt more of his cock get wet by her sexy mouth and he closed his eyes. A small part of him hoped that she would gag and another part of him hoped she didn’t. He opened his eyes and looked up at the interior. She had stopped playing with his sac and now rested a hand on either thigh. He felt her take a deep breath and then suddenly, he was there! His breathing hitched and his cock twitched. Hannah swallowed around his cock and then looked up at him. Her eyes were a little watery, but she wasn’t gagging. He reached down and put his hands on either side of her head. “I want to throat fuck you, but if you think it’s too much let me know.”
She answered him by flicking her tongue out and rested it on his sac. David moaned and began pumping his hips. He could feel her throat convulse around his length and knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew. But he didn’t want to blow directly down her throat. He pulled her head up until he felt the head slide out of her throat. Hannah moaned around him and then grabbed the base of his throbbing cock. He let go of her head and grabbed the seat instead. He was so close. His breathing picked up and he matched the rhythm of her mouth. She used the hand she was grabbing with to start stroking, twisting her wrist as she went. Did she know he was about to cum? Had she done this before? David’s mind raced for a few seconds before going blank. He felt his balls tighten and his cock get stiffer. “I’m gonna cum!” He had given her warning, but that only made her pick up her pace and tighten her mouth to the perfect pressure. With her other hand she cupped his balls and moaned.

Hannah looked up at him, gazing deep into his eyes. He was going to cum and she was going to enjoy it. She watched as he tossed his head back and a guttural groan escaped him as hot wet ooze coated her tongue. Without a second thought she swallowed it, suctioning her mouth around the head to catch it all. There was a lot, but she managed. When she felt his cock stop twitching and spasming, she swirled her tongue around the head and licked off the remainder, slowly. Carefully she pulled off and sat back up. Her jaw and throat were a little sore, but she was extremely turned on.

“Wow.”
David opened his eyes after his head stopped spinning. He looked over at Hannah and smiled. He had to swallow a few times before he could say, “You are amazing.”
Hannah smiled back at him. “Thank you. I suppose I should tell you that I’ve never done that before.”
David threw his head back and laughed. It was loud and joyous. “Damn that was good!” He looked back at her. “And I’d say that I would demand more but I’m spent.” Hannah giggled. He put himself away and readjusted his seat. Hannah beamed with pride and he couldn’t blame her. He started the car and waited for her to put her belt on before he pulled out of the parking lot. “Now to go back home so I can change.” He gave her a mischievous grin. “We still need to celebrate you getting that job.” Hannah smiled. “Alright. I think I might want to change too.” David nodded and got back on the highway. He would have to find out what else of her was that talented. At that thought, his cock stirred in his jeans. It was a miracle.

Loose Ends

 

Cassie walked into her room, seeing the stranger sitting at the desk. Just the lamp on the desk and the one by her bed was on. She was only a little startled to see him sitting there, but the feeling of dread washed over her. She swallowed before saying anything. It was more a statement than a question. “You’re here for me, aren’t you.”
Denny sat hunched over the desk, reading a letter. “Yes I am.”
Cassie felt her stomach drop and her knees go weak. She cautiously made it to the bed and sat down. “I guess it would be pointless to ask how you found me.”

“Yep.”

Cassie cleared her throat. “He never meant to-”

“Yes he did.”

“Are you-”

“I’m never wrong.”

She leaned over carefully, trying not to make any noise, thinking about her mama’s revolver in her nightstand.

“It’s not there.”

“Oh.” She sat there with her hands on her lap, fiddling with her ring.

“I don’t know why you still wear that. He’s never coming back.”

She felt tears burn her eyes, but did not let them fall.

“You can cry around me. It won’t matter anyway.”

Cassie took a few calming breaths, feeling her heart beat erratically. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Have you always been this heartless?”

Denny chuckled. “Lady, if you’ve seen or done half the things I have, then you wouldn’t have to ask that.” He turned his head to face her for the first time, letting her get a good look at him. He had shaggy brown hair, his skin darker, almost olive complected. His sterling silver eyes danced with dark amusement. His full lips tilted up in a cock eyed smile. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and had an even level of stubble on his face.

Cassie didn’t find his sense of humor one to her liking. “That doesn’t answer my question. What are you?”

This time he laughed. “What are any of us?” He turned to face her fully. The first thing she noticed was how big he was. The second was the Glock on his lap. She swallowed a little harder than she meant to. He followed her gaze and his face sobered. “Aren’t you going to tell me that I don’t have to?”

Cassie shook her head.

“You’re not going to beg me? Plead for your life?”

Again she shook her head.

Denny stood up and stretched.

Cassie gaped at his size. She wouldn’t have guessed from him sitting in the chair that he was a monster. He stood at least 6 and a half feet, and he was thick. Not a chubby thick, but a well rounded solidness. Without permission, her body responded in a way she thought was dead. It was cruel. Here she was moments away from death and her libido kicked in.

He grinned down at her. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Eat?”

“Yes.”

“Not if I’m going to die soon.” Saying the words out loud made her feel sick to her stomach.

“You act like it’s a bad thing. Accept it and it won’t be such a big deal.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

Denny shrugged. “I can say it because I’ve been faced with death before. I face it everytime I go out my door.”

Cassie didn’t know what to say to that. She looked down at her hands. “Can I at least take a bath? I mean, I know I’m about to die soon, but it’s what I was planning on.”

“Sure. I’ll just sit in here and read or something.”

“How can you be so calm about this?”

“About what?”

“About what you’re about to do. Are you even getting paid for this?”

“Nope. Just loose ends need to be tied. If you want to be mad, blame him. I offered to leave you alone, and he told me to go to Hell.”

Cassie looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I don’t believe you. Ben would have never done that.”

“Why would I lie to you? What would I gain?” His voice was calm and his eyes betrayed nothing.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re sick. Maybe you’re going to do things to my body and you’re really just a sick wacko.”

Denny smiled. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Then why do it?”

“Everything that begins must end at some point. Your husband stealing from me and then telling me that I was a liar needs to be righted.”

“He’s dead, so it shouldn’t count.”

“Ah, but it does. Death does not change words a person said while they were living.”

“So you have no compassion to the situation?”

“My compassion is to finish what was started. This really is nothing personal.”

“But it is.”

“How?”

“You’re going to kill me because of something my husband said in the heat of the moment!”

“Ah, and there’s the fight. See you can stop yourself now, because I know what’s coming. I’ve seen it time and time again. You’re going to start telling me that I don’t have to do this, and then beg to be left alone. You’ll say that you’ll never tell anyone and even go to the farthest corner from me.” He sat down on the bed in front of her. “You’ll even cry and you might even scream. But it’s okay. It’s out of your control and you should just accept that.”

“What gives you the right to decide whether I live or die?”

Denny smiled at her. “Just go take your bath.”

Cassie frowned at him, but got up and walked over to her dresser, starting to pull out night clothes, but stopped herself. What would be the point of that? Instead she grabbed a notepad and pen.

She opened her bathroom door and turned to face him. “I could just escape out the window.”

“You won’t do that,” he said very matter of factly.

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’ve never been good at climbing, and by the time you made it out of the house, I would be out there waiting for you.”

“I could escape and leave the country.”

“Boundaries don’t mean a damn to me.”

Cassie sighed and walked into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. Once she was alone, she pressed her ear up against the door, seeing if she could hear him. Even knowing it was pointless, she locked the door. She glanced at her bathroom window, wondering if she really could escape out of her house. Tears finally fell down her face as she realized the end was near. There was no hope for her. She left her cell phone downstairs and no doubt she couldn’t go get it.

She started the water and began stripping. Cassie caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her blonde hair was mussed and her blue eyes were red, with dark bags underneath, evidence of a lack of sleep. Her body was affected as well. She had lost weight, and if she wasn’t so sad she could appreciate it. She left her thoughts with the mirror and looked at her bathtub. The water steaming as she turned it off. Slowly, she slipped into it, feeling her muscles relax. After a while, she grabbed her notepad and began writing.

~

An hour later, Cassie emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her bathrobe. If she was going to die, she was going to be comfortable. And that included one thing she wasn’t sure he would go for. She found him sitting on her bed, reading the book she checked out from the library.

“Did you have a nice bath?”

“It was pretty nice, yeah.” She set her notepad down on the night stand and grabbed her hair brush.

“So I see you didn’t try to escape.”

Cassie blinked at him. “Obviously.”

She sat down on the bed next to him.

“I’m just surprised that you didn’t try.”

“I didn’t think you could be surprised.”

He glanced up at her, his eyes dancing again. “Surprise.”

Cassie smiled in spite of herself. She could not begin to understand what was happening. The effect he had on her was insane. You couldn’t like the person who was going to kill you. There had to be some law against that. But here she was, enjoying her killer’s company. In the bathtub, she debated fiercely with herself, but now she decided.

“Can I ask you something?”

“If you’d like.”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend or a wife before?”

“My life style doesn’t allow me to.”

“And before then?”

“Before then?” He put the book down. “I had a girlfriend in high school and then I joined the military. After that, I never looked back.”

“But don’t you get lonely?”

“I feel that loneliness is a weakness I can’t afford.”

“But what about sex? Being with another person, even if it’s a hooker?”

“I don’t like to talk about that in the presence of a lady.” He picked up the book again.

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

Denny set the book down and stared at her for a second. “Just what are you getting at?”

Cassie licked her lips. “I want something from you, a trade.”

“Go on.”

“Since it’s my last night alive and my husband has been dead for more than a few months, I want to be with a man one last time.”

“I can’t allow you to leave the house.”

Cassie’s brow furrowed. “You know, for being so smart, I think I just found out where you’re not too bright.”

“Oh.” Denny chuckled, then went back to reading. “I’d break a tiny thing like you.”

“Wouldn’t matter if I was dead in the morning. I wouldn’t have to worry about any pain.”

“Well at least you’re accepting things.”

“Is that the only thing you have to say?”

“No.” Denny sat up and took his shoes off, placing them alongside the bed on the floor.

“So is that a yes?”

He stood up and pulled her up with him. She really was tiny compared to him. He was more than a head taller than her five foot four. He looked down at her. “What exactly do you want?”

“I want that feeling one last time. Just to feel good, feel wanted.” She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, noticing how big they were. She kept her head down but let her eyes look up at him. “I want you to make love to me and treat me like your lover.”

Cassie quivered as she stood in front of him. Mostly she was afraid he would tell her no. The other part was desire. Being this close to him, she could feel his energy humming. He radiated a power, and more than ever she wanted to feel that in bed.

Denny let go of her hips and studied her for a moment before saying anything. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

Cassie shook her head. Her hands went to the belt of the robe and she untied it. A smooth line of soft skin peeked out from beneath the robe. “If you say no, I’ll understand.” She shook the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “But you’ll have to excuse me for a little bit to do it myself.”

Denny chuckled and stepped towards her. “I’d have to be blind or a fool to turn you down.”

Cassie grinned and stood up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, delighted when he picked her up. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was a lot bigger than Ben was, and a lot more solid feeling. She breathed in his spicy scent as he sat on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. She settled her knees on either side of him, raised slightly until he pushed her down. His hands were a mix of smooth and rough, while his touch was firm and gentle. He caressed her back and reached into her hair, sliding it out of the way of her neck. Without any warning, he bit down into her skin, causing her to cry out.

Before she could say anything, he let go with his teeth, but sucked on the skin gently, using the tip of his tongue to trace small circles. He continued to make the small circles over where his teeth had been, then lifted slightly and blew on the spot, causing Cassie to get goose bumps.

He whispered into her ear, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Cassie nodded her head, her eyes closed.

He bit her again. “That’s not very reassuring.” He sucked where he bit, harder than the first time.

“Yes!”

Denny turned his attention to her other side, continuing to bite, suck, lick and then blow gently. Cassie shuddered above him as his hands found her backside. Kneading and squeezing her firm and full ass, she could feel a prodding coming from beneath his jeans. He grabbed her thighs and stood up, turning them so he could place her on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of her, taking this opportunity to pay attention to her breasts. Gently he squeezed them, appreciating them and laying kisses on her collarbone and working his way down. His tongue would dart out and brush the skin around her nipples, but never touching them. It drove Cassie crazy to be teased like this. She would try to grab his head and place it where she wanted it the most, but he would avoid her with his strength.

“Be patient, honey.” His voice was husky and it vibrated along her skin. He rested his hands on her waist and trailed kisses down further.

“Lay back for me.”

Cassie lay back on the bed, feeling his hands slide from her waist down to her thighs. She knew what was coming, but wasn’t sure she wanted it. She kept her legs closed as Denny got up and walked behind her.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but before she could ask, he appeared again and kneeled in front of her. Cassie kept her legs closed, almost fighting him as he put his hands on her knees.

“If you want to play that game, you’ll lose.”

He leveled her with his intense gaze. She swallowed, but couldn’t bring herself to just let her legs relax. It was almost like she was having second thoughts. He had a predator’s smile on his face as he ripped her legs open. Cassie gasped and felt a flood of moisture gather and spill through her silken lips. Denny broke eye contact to look down and she watched him swallow. Without any warning, he reached his hand forward and slipped his finger up her shaved slit, gathering the cream on it. He brought it to his lips, making sure she was watching him and sucked it clean.

“Oh my.” He chuckled.

Cassie yelped in surprise as he shifted his grip and pulled her to the very edge of the bed very quickly. Her breathing had quickened and she couldn’t help but feeling the need to pant and he hadn’t even really touched her.

Denny picked up her legs and put them over his shoulders. Instead of diving for his prize, he took his time, kissing her inner thighs, first one then the other. After each kiss, he would lick a small swirl and then bite down. Cassie tried to sit up, gasping at the mix of pain and pleasure. At one point she wasn’t sure she could handle it, but as much as she wanted to protest, her body screamed and burned from the desire. She wasn’t sure she had ever been this turned on. The thought depressed her, but when he finally pressed his lips to hers, all thoughts were chased away. He kissed her a few more times, each kiss a little deeper, his tongue exploring her folds, discovering her secrets. He used his tongue to slip into her wet and tight hole.

Cassie whimpered and moaned as he continued to expertly eat her out. It was like he knew her body, like they weren’t strangers. She reached her hands down and ran them through his hair, surprised at how soft it was. She began to lift her hips and urging him verbally. He swirled his tongue around her clit without touching it, driving her even more crazy. She maneuvered her hips, trying to get him to at least brush it with his tongue.

Instead of obeying her, he began to nibble and suck on her lips.

“Please?” She was breathless and a light film of sweat covered her body.

He lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes dark but bright, like there was a light behind them. “Tell me what you want.”

Cassie swallowed. “I want to cum.”

Denny smiled. “I’ll think about it.”

Before she could protest, he put his mouth on her again and began to suck while flicking his tongue over her clit. Her hips bucked and she cried out.

He chuckled, causing sweet vibrations. Cassie concentrated on cumming. Ben had been good, but he hadn’t been able to get her to cum while he was going down on her. She panted and whimpered, feeling the pressure building. Cassie let her hands fall to Denny’s shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Just…like…that.”

Denny kept up his motions, his cock aching in his jeans, knowing he was about to make her cum. She squeezed his shoulders.

The pressure was at it’s fullest, and she felt the tilt. Colors exploded behind her eyelids as her clit began to pulse with sweet release. She cried out, whimpering as her body shook, her legs twitching and her toes curling. Denny pressed his tongue to her clit, feeling it pulse while her juices covered his chin. He looked up at her. She had raised up some, her hair hanging down and her eyes closed. Her chest rising and falling as she panted. When her body stopped quaking, she opened her eyes to look at him.

He sat on his haunches, holding onto her legs.

“Was that okay?”

He laughed. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

Cassie blushed. “I’m sorry. I just never.” She let the sentence go unfinished.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Do you want me to…” She let her gaze wander down his body, letting her actions speak for her.

Denny’s lips twitched. “I wouldn’t tell you no.” He unbuttoned his jeans.

Cassie sat up and ran her fingers over the bulge, hearing his intake of breath. She unzipped his pants and carefully reached her hand inside, swallowing as she came in contact with the smooth hard flesh. Denny slid his jeans down some, her hand around his cock as it sprang free.

“Oh my…”

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” His voice was teasing as he looked down at her.

It’s wasn’t so much that he was big, than he was bigger than Ben. He wasn’t circumsized either. She leaned forward, gingerly placing her mouth on the head. He was salty and sweet at the same time. She flicked her tongue out on the underside and slowly took more of him into her mouth.

Denny gritted his teeth and resisted pulling her hair as he slid his hands through it. Cassie worked her mouth on him slowly, tasting him and teasing him. He looked down, watching her. She would pull her mouth off him to run her tongue along his length. She used one hand to stroke and squeeze while the other fondled his sac. It was almost too much. Gently he pulled back from her.

She looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

The look in her eyes made his gut tighten. “Not at all. I just don’t want to go in your mouth.”

“Oh.” She looked down a second, seeming to be embarrassed. “Are you going to finish undressing?”

Denny’s lips twitched into a half smile. “I was planning on it.” With those words, he reached down and picked her up.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Cassie obeyed as he settled them down on the mattress, her under his bulk. She breathed him in as he maneuvered them until her head was on the pillows. He kissed her neck, licking and nibbling gently, causing her to shudder. “Oh…” She stopped. “I don’t mean to break the mood, but can I know your name?”

He chuckled and whispered, “Denny.” Goosebumps raced down her body as his breath tickled her ear. His stubble was rough and smooth at the same time, causing an odd effect of desire as it rubbed her cheek.

“Do you know my name?”

He switched to the other side and whispered, “Cassandra.”

“Mmm. Say it again.”

“Cassandra.”

Cassie reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers. His chest was dusted with golden hair, but his skin was smooth. His touch was firm, yet gentle as he ran his hands over her legs, up her thighs, to grab her hips. He pulled away from her and sat on his knees. She had gotten his shirt halfway unbuttoned, and he took over the process, taking his shirt off, leaving her flabbergasted. The gold hair that dusted his arms sat in an upside down  triangle on his chest, with a thin line trailing from below his belly button to a nice soft patch above his cock. He was thick, but now she could tell it was all muscle, except for maybe a thin layer of chub, but it made him more pleasant to touch.

He moved to her side and slid his jeans the rest of the way off, giving her a nice view of his legs which like the rest of him were muscled and strong. He lay on his back and pulled her on top of him, startling her a little. He reached his hand into her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. Cassie sighed into his mouth as she kissed him, straddling his lap. She let her hands explore his body, touching all she could.

Denny’s lips were soft, but his kiss, like him, was firm. Cassie’s kiss turned from shy to hungry. He tasted so good, slightly sweet and spicy. She felt him reach behind her and took her cue by pushing her ass out some, feeling the head of his cock push gently at her lips. She let herself lower slowly, but was stopped by Denny.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was low and husky and his eyes shined darkly.

“Make love to me, Denny.”

Denny smiled and let go of Cassie’s hip, letting her slide down his length. He kissed her then, hot and fierce. Their tongues entwined, teasing and touching. He let his hand wander up her side, his fingertips grazing and holding her breast. Cassie’s pussy squeezed involuntarily.

Denny groaned. He broke the kiss to watch as his cock disappeared. She was so tight and wet and it felt so good. Amazing in fact. When he had buried himself fully, she sat there for a second, both of them panting between kisses.

“Are you okay?”

Cassie didn’t let the irony escape that he was asking her if she was okay.

“I’m better than fine. How are you?”

“I’m great.” He sat her up a little straighter and leaned up. She watched as he took first one then the other nipple in his mouth. Her hips bucked and he chuckled. “I told you to be patient.”

They started out at a slow rhythm, testing the waters as it were. Denny lay back and watched as Cassandra rode him, leaning forward and keeping her hands on his chest. She whimpered and made other noises as he met her with thrusts of his own. He grabbed her and had her lay on his chest. Slowly he worked his cock in and out of her. “Angle your hips forward.”
Cassie did as she was told and let out a long low moan. The spot he was hitting. It was just right. She didn’t know how long it would take her, but she felt her orgasm building.

Denny groaned and fucked her faster, urging her. “Cum for me, honey.”

Cassie joined him, thrusting her hips down faster and harder. It didn’t take long before she obliged him, her orgasm racking her body as she cried out and lay down fully on his chest, panting.

“Oh my…”

Denny laughed low. “Are you gonna survive?”

Cassie laughed with him. “I think so. That was just so-” She swallowed. “That was so good.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Was it okay for you?”

Denny laughed again. “It still is, yes. As you can probably tell, I haven’t cum yet.”

Cassie blushed and sat up. “I don’t think I have any more energy for now.”

Denny sat up with her, shifting angles and causing her to moan. “That’s okay. We can change positions.”

His words caused a stirring. Could she handle more? When her and Ben made love, she would get one good orgasm out some of the time. She never imagined it possible to have more than one.

Denny shifted them and lay Cassie on her back. He looked so good right now. He wasn’t even sweating, where as she had made a couple of small spots on the bed. He re-entered her causing her to cry out. They locked eyes as he began a slow torturous rhythm that had them both breathing hard.

Cassie even lifted her hips so he could have more access. He leaned over her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Cassie leaned up resting her head against his chest, breathing him in. She turned her head and let instinct take over and bit him on the chest. Denny stilled, harshly crying out, breaking her spell.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Do it again.”

Cassie obeyed, biting his flesh again, sucking and licking how he had done her. He continued thrusting, slow and steady, but she could tell he was having a hard time restraining himself. And she wanted it harder. A lot harder.

“You’re not gonna break me, you know.”

“I might.”

“You won’t.” She licked her lips and fought to look at him. “Fuck me. Hard and fast. Take what you and I both know you want.” She finished her sentence by biting him again, harder than before.

Denny growled and pushed her back on the bed. His hand enclosed around her throat. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

“Fuck me, Denny.”

Denny let go of her throat to grab her legs, mashing them together. He leaned down and huskily said in her ear. “I’m going to take what I want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He bit her earlobe, making her cry out.

He pulled away from her, letting all but a couple inches slip out, then started to saw his hips in and out, working faster as he teased her with just the couple of inches. She was lost. There wasn’t a coherent thought in her head. All that there was, was Denny. She breathed him in and could only see him when she was capable of opening her eyes. She clutched at his hips, at his well formed ass. Pulling him closer. She heard him grunt above her, feeling his sweaty chest as he fucked her harder and faster.

Another orgasm slammed into her, taking her off guard. Cassie screamed her release and felt it spray around his cock, surprising the both of them. He only fucked her more, not giving her pause as he hammered her eager cunt.

Cassie licked her lips. “I want to hear you.”

Denny looked down at her, groaning at how good she looked beneath him. He stopped his thrusting and pulled out of her, causing her to protest.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Cassie shakily obeyed, turning away from him, facing the headboard. He didn’t abandon her cunt for long. As he pushed in to the hilt, Cassie gasped. If she thought he was big before, from this angle he was huge! But she didn’t mind. She pushed her hips back, rocking them up and down and side to side. Denny groaned. “You could keep that up and I wouldn’t mind.”

Cassie continued to rock her hips, shifting to going around in circles. She was close to cumming again, concentrating on backing her ass up to his pelvis and rocking harder. He surprised her by reaching down in front of them and rubbing her clit. She moaned and stopped at how good it felt. His other hand came down across her ass cheeks. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“Yes, sir.”

Denny moaned. “Oooh, say it again.” He slapped her ass again.

“Yes, sir.”

She felt his cock twitch and briefly wondered how close he was. The thought faded away as he began rubbing a little faster, keeping time with her hips. She twitched and sputtered, close to drooling as the motions were kept. Things like, “Oh and yes, and right there,” were uttered as she fell into Euphoria, until finally the breaking point was reached. She felt her pussy tighten and heard his intake of breath as she came again, her hips bucking against his, as his hand fell still, clutching her lips and applying pressure to her clit as she came.

“My turn.”

Denny roughly grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. His balls slapped against her pussy lips and she lost her strength, falling into her pillows with her ass up. He continued to pummel her with his cock as he panted. Cassie didn’t think it was possible, but she felt another orgasm pushing closer. She pushed her hips back and screamed, “Harder!”

Denny obliged and rammed his cock into her.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum with me, Cassie!”

She screamed one word as the pleasure took hold.

“Denny!”

Her world collapsed into a multitude of colors and sounds. Denny was yelling with her as she felt his cock explode. The thought of protection didn’t even cross her mind. As far as she was concerned, there was no mind to be had. She was just one with him as they both collapsed, panting. She was still seeing sparks before her eyes as her heart raced. She could feel his thudding against her back as they lay there.

“Wow.”

Cassie smiled. “You can say that again.” She rolled over and looked at him. “I don’t know what to say.”

Denny smiled at her. “Wow seemed to cover it.”

Cassie smiled again, only this time it was sad. “That’s not fair.”

Denny’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I finally meet a sex god and he wants to kill me.”

He stiffened next to her. “Right.”

“What?”

Denny got off the bed and started to get dressed, sliding his jeans on.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t. You just reminded me of something.” He zipped and buttoned his jeans, leaving his shirt off.

“What did I remind you of?”

“There is one thing I could do.”

“What’s that?”

Denny reached into his pocket. From it, he produced a coin.

“Heads or tails.”

“Let me see it first.”

“You don’t trust me.”

Cassie smiled. “You think I should?”

Denny shrugged and handed her the coin. Cassie turned it over in her hands a few times making sure it was a regular coin. Of course it wasn’t something she had seen before and wondered just where this man had traveled. Earlier he said boundaries didn’t mean anything to him, and this was probably proof. She handed it back to him,

“So. Heads or tails.”

“Tails.”

Denny flipped the coin into the air and the both of them watched as he caught it against the flat of his hand. He lifted his hand away and smiled at her.