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Midnight DP

By: kyletx



I was woken up with a bright glow and from movement in our bed. I opened up my eyes to catch a glimpse of my wife holding her cell phones in front of her face. It took me a couple of seconds to get my eyes adjusted to the light but when I was able to see clearly what I saw was a pleasant surprise. My wife was watching an adult movie and the scene was a woman getting double penetrated by two cocks. The movement was from my wife masturbating next to me.

At this time she was unaware that I was awake as she moved onto her side away from me. And this put her bare ass right against my left hand.

So I started to gently rub her ass cheeks and I could her softly moan as I did so. Then I would let my fingers to slide up and down the crack of her ass and to make sure that my fingers will brush her tight rose bud. I could feel her shiver every time I would pass over the entrance of her ass. With every pass I could feel that my fingers were getting wet from her pussy juicy that flowed out of her pussy and down her ass. So I would start to rub the natural lube around her hole and started to probe it a little then take my finger out to get some more juice then I would return back to her waiting hole. I would stick my finger a little deeper each time until she was completely relaxed so I could start to finger fuck her deeper and faster. By this time she was moaning loudly with pleasure as she was getting finger fucked in both holes at the same.

I pulled my finger out of her ass and got out of the bed. She looked up at me and her face had a weird expression.

She asked me "where do you think you are going."

I didn't say anything but just simply walked into our closet and retrieved her favorite toy. It is a dildo that has a cock ring built-in so that I can give her a double penetration. I also went into our bathroom to get the bottle of lube.

She saw what I was bringing back and she rolled over to give me full access to her wet pussy. She moaned and shook as I put my mouth on her pussy mound. I could feel her clit was enlarged as I took it into my mouth. I bit down of it without hurting her so I could suck it and lick it. I felt her claws scratch my ass as the sensation was sending waves of pleasure over her body. I grabbed the toy and slide it into her pussy. As I was fucking her she said "fuck my pussy harder. Fuck my tight pussy." And then she said to finger fuck her ass. When I started to slide my finger in I felt she was very open and well lubed up so I slide in two fingers. She bucked as I did so and she loved they was she was being stuffed.

She moved underneath me so she could suck my cock. As the head of my cock touched her lips she felt my pre-cum on her lips. She frantically started to lick it all up as she loves the taste of it. Then in one quick motion she grabbed my ass and pulled my cock all the way deep into her mouth and made herself gag on it. She did this a few more times which caused me to really fuck her pussy with the dildo.

She told me that she didn't want to cum in my mouth that she was ready to be fucked by two cocks.

I pulled her out of the bed and positioned against my dresser. I lubed up the cock ring portion of the toy to help it slide over my very hard and swollen cock. She first pushed the tip of the dildo into her pussy and then lined my cock up to her waiting open ass hole. As I pushed my cock in her ass the dildo pushed in deeper into her pussy. She let out a very big moan as both her holes now had a cock in them. I let her relax a minute and then pushed both beeper and then slide it back out. She told me "stop fucking around and fuck my ass." I did as she said and with both the dildo and my cock were in perfect rhythm, it wasn't going to be much longer until she was going to cum. I could feel her ass was starting to grip my cock as I was fucking her. Then her whole body tensed up and she screamed out loud "oh fuck I am Cumming, don't stop, fuck me harder. Make me cum with your fucking cock in my ass." She must have had a orgasm that lasted for over a minute. As soon as she relaxed I started to pump harder as I was feeling my balls were starting to swell up. She knew I was close also and she told me that she wanted my hot cum in her ass. I grabbed her hips real hard and pumped two more times and shot my load deep in her ass.

What a way to wake up.

Midnight Dream



You arrive at the door to my home, the sound of your heels on the walkway echoing through the neighborhood. I am filled with a sense of adventure and excitement. You are sure that we will soon become lovers and your excitement is the result of the expectations and fantasies which have become the prelude to this meeting. As you approach the door you to stop to straighten your skirt and notice that your nipples are hard and poking through the silk of your blouse. You know that you look beautiful, sexy and oh so very desirable, but are at the same time nervous at meeting the man that until now you have only known through the medium of electronic transfer of thought and desire.

The wind gusts as you reach for the doorbell and you feel it’s coolness against your naked pussy. I open the door and welcome you with a hug and a brief kiss which you realize is only a hint of more passionate kisses yet to come. 

I offer you a drink and we move to the living room and begin a rambling conversation about our likes, dislikes, turn-ons, things we have in common (which turn out to be many) and other topics of interest. Our conversation is characterized by a certain amount of nervous intensity which can only be the sexual tension that is building between us. The fact that I am sitting a discreet but comfortable distance away only increases the tension in the room. It is clear to both us that we are extremely compatible, sexually and otherwise, and that our relationship will develop into a passionately sexual friendship. 

Finally, when the sexual tension has reached a crescendo, I rise, walk over to you and take your hand. I help you to your feet and kiss you deeply and passionately. 

"Do you trust me", I ask? You simply nod your response. 

I reply by saying, "Good, I want you enjoy being here with me. Just relax, and have a good time, and please feel free to give me any suggestions you might have. After all, part of the excitement of being with a new lover is learning what excites them, right?" 

"I sure hope so", you reply. 

I kiss you deeply, exploring your mouth, tongue, and lips with my own. We break the kiss and your small gasp tells me that you are the sensual person that I knew you would be, ready and willing to enjoy the sexual adventures and pleasures we will soon share. As I hold you in my arms I feel the hardness of your nipples and the fullness of your breasts pressing into my chest. Likewise you enjoy the strength of my arms around you and feel the stirring of my cock against your belly.

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to, OK?"

"OK," you reply in a breathless excited whisper.

I lead you through the house to my bedroom. I kiss you again, the heat and passion is increasing in your kisses, and remind you to keep your eyes closed. I begin to undress you, removing your skirt and blouse. Soon you are standing before me, naked except for a garter belt and hose. I walk around you, standing naked in the middle of the room admiring your beauty...the fullness of your breasts, the hardness of your nipples standing erect from the excitement I know you are feeling, your round lush ass, the soft roundness of your belly, and your trimmed bush hinting at the pleasures that lie beyond its gates. You feel slightly embarrassed but primarily excited by being viewed in this way. It brings out a long hidden exhibitionist streak within your personality that has long lay dormant. 

I take your hand and help you lie down on the bed while telling you how beautiful you are and how much you excite me.

You hear the rustling of clothes as you relax on the bed. Your anticipation continues to grow as you wait for me to join you. Your hands slowly and gradually glide over your body, sensually stroking your body. Your nipples press into palm of your hand as it glides over your breast and sense the growing dampness between your legs as your fingers gently slide between them. 

You feel the bed shift slightly as I sit beside you and hear me say, "open your mouth, I have a treat for you." The next thing you feel is something sliding between your lips. "Bite into it", you hear me say. As you do, you recognize the taste of a chocolate covered strawberry. This followed by assorted other fruits including sliced apple, peach, orange, melon, and grapes. The tartness and sweetness of the foods meld and contrast against each other, raising your senses to their extreme limit. Your sense of smell is particularly active and you can sense my presence through the subtle, masculine smell of my cologne. You are aware of my presence not through touch or sight or hearing but from your nose. The primal nature of this thought excites you as helps to bring all your senses to a fever pitch of acuity. The cool sensation of the sheets beneath you, my warm breath on your skin, and the soft sensation of air conditioned breeze is also filling the sensory images within your mind. 

Your mind is jolted back to reality as I kiss you and lick the fruit juices from your lips and chin. I help you sit, the feel of my callused hands electric on your sensitive skin, and remind you to keep your eyes closed. "Taste this", I whisper into your ear as I raise a glass to your lips. The tart taste of champagne fills your mouth as you drink from the glass. The taste mingles with the residual sweetness of the fruit and the bouquet floods through your nose. You drink deeply and fulfill the thirst that the acid from the fruit has produced. 

Your thirst quenched, I lower you back to the bed. Your curiosity is running wild as you wonder what sensation I might invoke from your sensitized body and mind. You are overwhelmed by the sensuality of the experience. "Enjoying yourself so far", I ask. Your reply is in the form of a moaning growl which can only mean yes. 

As you mind again begins to dwell on the sensual memories of the experience, it is suddenly shocked into reality as I slide an ice cube across your breasts, concentrating on their nipples. The tranquil silence of the room is suddenly banished by the passionate moan of surprise which escapes your lips. The coldness of the ice produces an exquisite contrast to the heat within your quivering breasts. My efforts are rewarded by the obvious pleasure you derive from this. I lean over and lick the melted water from your breasts and drink from the pool which has collected in their cleavage. The feeling of my warm lips and tongue against your chilled skin makes a wonderful counterpoint and serves only to increase the pleasure of the sensation. 

I slide the ice cube into my mouth and suck deeply upon your nipples, alternating between them so that you are not able to anticipate my intentions. Your breasts seemed to be super sensitive as my mouth produces alternating patterns of heat and warmth. Your nipples are standing proudly erect, almost challenging my mouth to attack them. Your mind and body are again jolted as you feel an almost electric rush through your body as I begin to gently nibble on your nipples. I slowly increase the pressure until I find out how much you can take. Your sighs and moans seem to increase in intensity and volume as I continue. The melted water coats your body and gives it a beautiful sheen as I lavish my full attention on your tits.

Suddenly my mouth is gone and you are left with a sense of emptiness as pleasure that my mouth has produced is removed. The emptiness is soon replaced by a heightened sense of anticipation as you await the next sensation that I will subject you to. You do not have long to wait as you feel the warmth and roughnesses of a steamed towel as I dry you with it. The texture of the towel only further excites your sensitized breasts and I hear you moan "Ohhh god, that feels sooo good."

However, the ice cube quickly returns as I begin to slowly rub it all over your body. I watch as it leaves goose bumps in its trail as I move it over your body. I skip around your body, from your arms and shoulders to the roundness of your belly to feet and legs. I roll you over and apply its coolness to your back and ass. Your skin seems fully alive and electrified as the ice continues its journey. You suddenly realize, as the ice slides over the round globes of your ass that your pussy is leaking juices profusely. You are overwhelmed by the sensation of cold water dripping down the crevice of your ass, across your asshole and mixing with the juices coating your cunt and thighs. 

The ice is again replaced by the hot towel. Its heat again throws your senses off balance. I roll you over and continue to slide it over your aroused body. You feel the warmth of my mouth on your body as I drink from the water trapped within your navel. I can't help but sit back and admire my handiwork, perhaps getting lost in my own ego for a second, reveling in the pleasure that I have been able to provide. I find myself amazed at your patience with my slow approach to lovemaking while I watch you sliding your hands over your breasts and belly stopping to pull and pinch your erect nipples. I stir from my momentary stupor and decide on my next course of action. 

Grabbing a fresh, hot towel, I drape it across your pussy. Its warmth and texture feels good against it and promises further pleasures to come. The warmth of the towel is removed and is quickly replaced by icy cold as I return to the ice cube. I slowly rub it across your delta of hair, allowing it to melt and the fluids to drip down across the exposed and sensitive flesh of your pussy. Your senses are again shocked into a high state of awareness by the water flowing across your clit and labia. You again feel the ice water blending with an increased flow of juices from the recesses within. 

My attention is diverted from your lower regions by the moans that awards my efforts. I remove the ice and replace it again with a hot towel. Its heat, at first, seems scalding against your chilled skin, but is soon replaced with a comforting sensation of familiarity. The sensation does not last long however, as the towel is removed and replaced with the coolness of the air. 

I watch with amusement as you again fill the void between sensation by sensually stoking your body. Your mind is jolted back to reality by the familiar sound of a vibrator. An electric jolt shoots through your body as you feel it against your pussy. The sensation is enhanced by the fact that I have kept it chilled next to the bed. The combination of the vibration and cold against your hot, wet pussy results in pleasurable tremors shooting through your body. I hold it against your clit and pussy lips raising your level to a higher and higher level. Your moans and cries of pleasure also continue to increase as indication of your arousal. I move the vibrator, teasing your cunt with its sensation. Your impassioned mind follows it path as it circles your clit, teasingly slides between your labia, and across your thighs.

Finally, I slide it home into the depths of your pussy, its temperature a marked contrast to the heat which has grown within your honey pot. The sensation overwhelms you and I become aware that you are rushing toward an orgasm. But not yet, I have other plans for you, other pleasures to experience. I remove the toy from your depths and tease you with by trailing it across your erect clit, just long enough to elicit the passionate moan that I knew it would.

Your groan of frustration is music to my ears. I now realize that the teasing manner which I have treated you is starting to have its rewards. You have reached the high state of simmering sensuality that I had wanted. But now what should I do about it? I sit back, relax, and reflect on the question for a moment as I consider it. I watch as your hand finds its way slyly to your pussy and begins to stroke the heart of your "honey pot".

You sense my movement and realize that I am ready to continue. Your hand guiltily retreats from your cunt. "Are you still enjoying yourself", I ask with a laugh in my voice.

"OHHH yes, put I'm so hot. I didn't know I could get this turned on and not come," you say with a passionate, aroused growl in your voice. "Please, don't stop. I want more, please give me more."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't consider leaving you hanging. There is much to come, much more. Just relax and let me take care of you. I promise I won't disappoint you. Have I so far?"

"God no, this is great, but please hurry my body is on fire, I can't take much more", you reply.

"You'd be surprised how much more you can take, now just relax and enjoy the pleasures of your body."

I ran my hands across your thighs, stroking them, enjoying the contrasting feel of your naked flesh and the nylon of the hose that you still have on. I look up your body, appreciating the way the garter belt perfectly frames your pussy. I also notice the heaving of your marvelous breasts and the anxious pout of your lips.

Your reverie and the feeling of my hands on your thighs is interrupted by a new sensation, the sensation of my mouth on your pussy. The warmth of my lips along the length of your shaved cuntlips brings forth an entirely new set of impassioned thoughts flying through your mind and erotic electricity flows from your cunt to your brain. You groan loudly and just as your mind and body begin to adjust to this new set of pleasures, you feel my tongue wrap itself around your clit. However, what takes your mind a few seconds to recognize is that I have an ice cube in my mouth. The icy smoothness of my tongue on your most sensitive of erogenous zones produces feeling from there that you could not previously imagine. 

I feel the pleasure shuddering through your body. Your thighs tense and grip my head more strongly to your core. I allow some ice water to leak from my mouth and drip across your hot cunt. My mouth leaves your clit momentarily and I drink from the juices flowing profusely from your cunt. My mouth and nose are filled with the tastes and smells that are your womanhood. 

Returning to your clit, I strum it with butterfly licks of my tongue. I begin a cycle of licking the length of your pussy from your asshole to your clit alternating with direct attention to your clit. I look up and see the passion in your expression and watch as you energetically pull and pinch your nipples. Your loud moans of ecstasy fill my ears even though your thighs encompass and insulate them. The hardness of your clitoris fills my mouth as I suck deeply upon it. I begin to alternate sucking on it with gently running my teeth along its length, teasing you with the alternating sensations. 

I quickly realize from your cries of passion and the tension of your body that you are rapidly approaching your climax. Wanting to continue, I slow my efforts until I am merely licking and sucking the tender flesh of your thighs. The agony of the anticipation fills your mind, occasional licks and sucks on your cunt and clit maintain your high level of arousal without allowing you the release you so desperately seek. You begin to plead with me to continue, to allow you to cum, but to no avail.

The feeling of my hard fingers thrusting between your pussy lips stops your wails of frustration. My fingers continue their journey into the depths of your sopping cunt. As the fingers begin to stroke in and out of you, strumming against your G- spot, and they are joined by my mouth on your clit. My mouth, the ice long since melted, begins to warm as it nuzzles at the core of your pleasure. Your cunt has adjusted to the presence of my fingers and their thrusting begins to increase in pace. Your moans and cries of joy fill the room once again as if I had never stopped. I feel the animalistic arousal building within your body, realizing that your long anticipated explosion is imminent.

Wanting to extend your pleasure for as long as possible, I begin to alter the pace of my efforts, keeping you at a high state of arousal just short of cumming for as long as possible. Soon, however, I realize your orgasm is inevitable. Your hands fly to my head, pulling my mouth harder into your core. Pre- orgasmic shudders race through your body and your screams of ecstasy fill the room.

My tongue flutters wildly across your clit and my fingers are flying in and out of your cunt at a feverish pace. Your juices coat my face and I struggle to breath as you clutch my head with your hands and thighs. Just as I realize you are seconds away from falling into the abyss that is now inevitable, I slide another finger into your asshole and you scream your release.

You grind your pussy into my face your eyes now wide open as your orgasm flows from one end of your body to another. Your sensitized nerve ending screaming release. You thrust your hips back onto my fingers burying them to their full depth in both your ass and cunt. The fingers of one hand are pulling hard on your nipples and I worry that you might hurt yourself.

Just as I think that you are sliding into a state of post-orgasmic euphoria, your body erupts again into another mind boggling explosion of shear lust. I watch your face, enjoying the expression on it, and realizing that this is what makes sex so wonderful. The beauty that I see in your face at that exact moment truly makes life worth living.

As you eventually come down from your orgasmic high, I extract myself from between your thighs. I excuse myself for a brief moment and retrieve a wet towel with which to wipe off the perspiration that now covers a majority of your body. After a couple of minutes, you head rolls toward me as I lie next to your exhausted body and you smile. That tells me everything I needed to know. I watch the sexy rise and fall of your breasts as you struggle to catch your breath. I prop your head up with some pillows and raise a glass of water to your mouth and watch as you thirstily drink. Finally able to talk, you say, "That was un-fucking believable, thank you, god that was wonderful, just what I needed."

"Then I take it that you enjoyed yourself", I say with a laugh.

"You know I did, but I hope we're not through. Give me a second to rest and I want some of that," you reply while staring at my hard cock pointing proudly from between my thighs. I realize that this is the first time you have seen me without my clothes and the look you are giving my cock gives little indication that you are through for the evening. "Yea know, the only thing that could make this evening better would be to top it off with some good ole fashioned, and maybe some not ole fashioned, fucking," you say with a grin and a glint in your eye. "That had to be the orgasm of the decade, and the fuck of the decade would surely make some good dessert."

With that you push me back onto the bed and dove onto my cock, hungrily taking it into your mouth. The sensation of your lips and tongue quickly brings my cock to its full length and girth. The feeling of your lips and tongue on my balls send tremors through my body. The warmth and softness of your mouth as well as the pleasure resulting from it causes me to drift off for a moment into my own little world. 

You wrench me back to reality by straddling my hips and engulfing my cock into the hidden but oh so wet recesses of your cunt. My cock is surrounded by the velvety walls of your pussy and I could not help but reflect on the fact that it seemed we had been lovers forever but that this was the first time I have had the distinct pleasure of this moment. The sensation of entering a pussy for the first time had always seemed magical to me, but even more so this time. 

I lie back and enjoyed the feel of your velvety pussy while you thrust away upon its length. "OHH, this is good," you moan, "you fill me up so good." I couldn't help but reach up and feel the weight of your tits in my hands, occasionally tweaking the nipples and listening to the moans that it caused.

You continue to slowly slide your pussy up and down the full length of my cock, feeling it stretch your pussy with each stroke. I feel your pussy lips gliding along the length of my cock. Your hands move to my shoulders and mine move to your beautiful round ass as you began to pick up the pace. I lift my hips off the bed, allowing you full access to the length of my cock. Your long slow thrusts soon develop into a grinding rapid motion as you bury it deep within you, rubbing your clit against the base of my cock. I feel the muscles of your pussy grabbing my cock as you contract around it. Your soft murmurs and moans soon became more urgent and passionate as they keep pace with the movement of your hips. I can't help but think about how sexy your moans of pleasure sound to me. 




Midnight Dream



Your orgasmic cries of release are again filling the room and my ears. I am again rewarded with the sight of you coming. However, with you physically joined to me at my cock, its length buried deep within you, it seems all the more wonderful. Your cunt muscles convulse around my cock and your pussy juice seems to gush forth.

I decide to become more active in the action and roll you over, and with your enthusiastic cooperation I enter you from behind, doggy style. "I love being fucked from behind like this," you growl, "it brings out the animal in me." 

"Well let it come out baby, and hang on for a wild fuck," I reply. With that I buried my cock to the root in the hot depths of your cunt resulting in a throaty groan from deep within you. Your passionate moans encourage me to fuck you harder and faster.

"YEA THAT'S IT, give it to me, that's what I want, FUCK ME," you cry. My hands are clutching your hips as my cock bangs deep into your cunt.

"Spank me, yea spank my ass," you plead, "I really like to have my ass spanked while I'm doing it from behind."

The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the home as I begin to alternately spank the cheeks of your ass. The spanking results in a series of erotic groans as I continue. Soon, you begin to thrust your hips back into my cock, burying it even deeper. The wet sound of your ass slapping against my hips only accentuates the sounds of my hand striking flesh and the increasing volume of your cries. 

The room is suddenly filled with your voice as you cry out, "YEA I'M CUUUUMMMING". The echoing cries of your release continue to reach a crescendo as your orgasm continues. Finally spent, you fall forward and my cock is suddenly exposed to the cool air after having been buried in your scorching depths.

After taking a quick but needed break, I climb between your outstretched thighs, my cock sliding smoothly into your cunt as if it had always been there. We take up where we left off, as if we had never stopped. My cock searching for the depth of your cunt, your hips thrusting up at me, seemingly trying to entirely engulf me, your cunt muscles milking my cock. I feel the softness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples against my chest. Our smell is in my nose, the smell of sex, hot steamy, just for the hell of it sex, raw passion. My lips seek out yours and we share the taste of each other as our tongues spar against each other. The sound of your moans are close to my ear as I continue to pound my cock into you. 

The cries, the tension in your body, the movement of your hips, and the frantic clutching of your cunt all indicate that you are close to cumming again. "That's it baby, cum for me, cum with me," I moan into your ear. I increase the pace of my thrusts in order to meet you in your orgasm. Your pre-orgasmic cries are soon joined by my own throaty moans.

Your pussy grabs at my cock and I feel your orgasm rush through your body. My balls tighten and I feel the cum rising from my balls. Seconds later I blast my load deep within your cunt and I explode into an orgasm of historic proportions that leaves me feeling as if my very soul had been drained.

Minutes later, after we had both recovered and as we snuggled in a post orgasmic glow, you roll toward me and say, "Just imagine what we can do after we get to know each other."

A wonderful and somewhat scary thought indeed. Sex will never be the same. 

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. 



Midnight Dreary



A spirit of unease filled the night, capturing it, and defining everything and everyone in its own ideal. Lilly bit her lip, she'd never rode the train alone after dark. It was ill advised.

Lilly stared down at the ad clipping. "Secretary needed for converting paper hard copy into Word files. Will be reimbursed generously. Housing will be provided. Seek information at the Les Carton on Willingsworth Avenue.." The train rumbled through stations, as she clutched the newspaper. She needed to work over the break. the dorms would soon close, and she'd be forced to leave. 

Her aunt had offered her a room, and a job babysitting, but Lilly didn't want to spend her vacation once again with her elderly relative. She could already smell the cat hair, prune juice, and moth balls. Staring down at her small packed suitcase, she wondered if she'd made the right choice; her roommate had left for home over a week ago. 

The trains weren't heated, and shivering, she pulled her coat tighter around her. Few people were riding that evening, only a middle age man shared the cart with her, he sat a few rows ahead, and craned his neck, stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

Lilly breathed a sigh of relief, when he got off at the next station. She propped her feet up, and looked through the dusty windows. "End of the line," the conductor called. Quickly, she gathered her bag, and exited. Unsure of where she was going, but able to read signs, she strode from the station into the ever darkening streets. She was happy to see the streetlights, and that others were still fighting through he crowds to get home. 

On, and on she walked, in circles until a voice interrupted her search, "Miss, may I help you?" Lilly looked up at an elderly doorman. "Yes sir," she smiled as he beamed at her politesse. "I need to know where the Les Carton is," The old man gave a chuckle, "this is it, your at the back of the building". He motioned for her to follow him, and guided her toward the lobby. Before she could give a whisper of thanks, he was gone.

She noticed the emptiness of the building. Sculptures adorned the corners, and at the walls and ceilings were made of solid marble. Plush chairs littered the front entry, yet no one filled them. "Yess, may I help you?" an attendant questioned. Lilly grabbed her suitcase, and walked toward the counter. "Yes, I'm here for a position available," she began. "Miss, did you not call?" he snickered. "We don't have any positives available...this is a fine establishment..we don't hire...off.." 

Lilly's eyes filled with tears of confusion, she turned to leave. "Wait, Mr.Deimos did tell us, he wanted anyone who asked about a position to be sent up to his suite. Just a moment," he replied, and began searching behind the counter. 

He pressed a keycard into her hand, and pointed, go up to the ninth floor, someone will give you further instructions there," he whispered. "Thank you," Lilly smiled, and walked into the open elevator. Pressing the button, she watched the numbers above her rise... She rolled her eyes, she wasn't going to be working in this hotel, but for this Mr. Deimos....

The doors parted, and she stared into the torso of two large bodyguards. "IDENTIFICATION!" They asked in unison. Startled, Lilly held up her I.D. "Yes, I'm here for the job appointment," she began. Quickly, they patted her down, and guided her toward the room at the end of the hall. "Do not knock more than twice," they warned, leaving her. 

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Ti's some visitor,"I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more." -The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe

Artemis sat in the darkness of his hotel room, writing and pouring over the words of Poe. The light from his candle sputtered and occasionally died. Poe's work inspired his soul, and stirred his heart. He agreed with Edgar, arts purpose was the effect it had on the audience. For only a moment, the creator had the ability to capture and tame the human imagination. 

A draft came through, penetrating the air with its chill. Shivering, Artemis pulled his heavy cloak tighter around his shoulders, and pressed his pen harder against the notebook. He delighted in turning off the heat, and pretending to be a starved artist working in the 19th century... Poe had written some of his greatest works while entrenched in utter poverty....

Lack of sleep made him weary, and on edge, but his ideas sometimes left him, and he dared not capture them. He spent weeks on end, working on the lyrics for song. They had to fit, they themselves were masterful creations. Carefully timed, their rhyme and meter perfected beyond sanity. Artemis reached for his drink, brandy and port. It kept him awake, through the torment of pouring his essence onto paper.

He sipped deep, and wrote a final stanza, immediately crossing it out. The words began to jumble, and overlap each other. Nothing making sense, but little mattered than that final sentence. Time was fleeting him, and he knew not the day, he'd spent hours alone in his hidden cell, pushing himself beyond reason...

Sleep took him unabashedly, and he awoke to his face pressed against the dusty archaic pages of his book. The wax from the candle had cooled around the wick. Artemis felt the wax, still soft, he'd been gone for a very short period of time. Sighing, he stood, pushing his chair gently into the desk crevice. 

He was tired, he couldn't force himself to work. Leaving his notebook on the mahogany desk, he closed the door to the room he used for writing, and climbed into bed. The sun had long ago set, and darkness filled the sky. He enjoyed his makeshift home. The hotel had been gracious, and he'd eagerly purchased the entire floor. It was understood that he was to be left alone. Artemis laid back into his pillow and listened to the sound of silence...Piercing silence, its beauty needing no description, lacking pretense, simply masterful.....

"Knock...knock..." his ears curdled at the interruption. The perversity of human arrogance....



Midnight Elevator Ride



The employees who worked in the International Bank Tower were familiar with elevator number three. It wasn't something that happened often, but it did happen, over the course of a year, perhaps two, or maybe three times. The computer, which controlled the elevators, hiccupped. There was no other word for it that they could think of. Hiccup seemed to work. 

Every time it happened, the bank had an elevator company come investigate the elevator and the computer that controlled it. Once, when the bank president and a young file clerk were caught in the stalled elevator, two different maintenance companies tried to find the problem and both declared the problem was resolved. Three months later the computer hiccupped again.

That particular elevator stuck, stopped, paused, or some other more appropriate word, but everyone knew whatever word they used, it still meant trapped. On rare occasions, when going up, there was a small bump, which caused people to jerk in apprehension, squeal in surprise, or turn white with fear, but the carpeted people mover never seemed to hiccup on the way up, it was always on the way down and seldom with warning. It never seemed to stop at the same place and the bump did not occur on the same floor, either. It was such a seemingly confusing thing and no one seemed able to find the problem.

Last Thursday I was late getting to work. I'd had to stay in my new apartment for a short time to let the plumber replace the trap under my kitchen sink, which I had discovered, during my initial inspection, was leaking. I agreed to accept the apartment as it was, with the rental management company's promise they would repair the leak as quickly as possible. I didn't realize that would take a week, but the leak was really minor and it didn't take very long to replace the trap in the drainpipe. Nevertheless, it still made me late for work.

When I got to the bank tower, I was standing waiting for an elevator when a stranger walked up beside me and stood waiting also. I had noticed him the day before, carrying three large boxes and a briefcase strapped to a luggage carrier. This morning he had two file boxes strapped to the same luggage carrier.

"Moving in?" I asked as I looked at his boxes and then up at his face. For just a moment his beautiful dark blue eyes mesmerized me as he looked at me while a slow smile crossed his face. I almost felt he could see beneath my clothes. I disregarded that notion thinking that because I was attracted to him did not mean he was attracted to me.

"Yeah, I just started working for Harris and Associates," he replied, holding out his hand. "I'm Dave Thomas."

I also offered my hand, "Nice to meet you Dave Thomas, I'm Jo Preston. I work for Preston & Preston. I'm across the hall from your new office."

"Which one of the Preston's are you?" he grinned.

"Neither," I laughed. "The first is my grandfather and the second is my dad. I guess I'm number three." 

"So, when do the sign painters get here to change the company name to Preston, Preston & Preston?" He joked as we got on the elevator.

"Oh, I guess I need to pass the CPA exams first." Although I'd promised my father I would do it, I hadn't finished that last year of school and taken the multi-part test that would actually allow me to add those magic letters after my name.

"Don't wait too long," he cautioned as he pushed the button with a twelve on it, for the top floor of the building.

"Oh, you know about it, huh?" I grimaced at how hard I'd heard the tests were.

He said, "Yeah, my brother's a CPA, he put it off and it took him a while to get all of the sections finished. He said it was worse than watching childbirth, and if he could do that three times, he figured he could finally pass the test."

"He waited until he had three children to take the test?" I wasn't sure I was really interested or just trying to keep the conversation going with this good-looking man.

Dave laughed this time. His previous laughter had been a light chuckle, but this one was a really deep belly laugh that made his dark blue eyes sparkle and his whole face change from a solemn look to one of pure delight.

"No, not three different times," he explained, "Triplets."

"Oh lord." I'm not sure my expression showed I could imagine having three babies all at the same time, but I did blush as he grinned at me and then laughed even harder. I felt a light seepage of moisture between my legs and tried to clamp by thighs tighter. Good grief, I'd just met the man, I can't be this aroused from one look into his eyes, but it seemed I was, because I felt my nipples drawing into tight points. I did not dare look down at the front of my blouse. He would know what I was looking at and laugh even harder.

When we walked out of the elevator and down the hall, he stopped at the door to my office, opened it for me, and said, "I'd like to take you to lunch one day next week."

"I would like that." I answered as he turned to go into the office across the hall.

I closed the office door and looked at the older woman sitting at the front desk, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Some dish, isn't he?" I'd known Sarah, almost since I was born, or at least from my first memory of coming to my dad's office. She had worked for my grandfather for more than twenty years. It wasn't unusual for her to make a remark about a handsome man. She had quietly commented on more than one client. However, Dave Thomas was more than simply good looking, he was gorgeous, a hunk, and everything I liked about a man, tall, dark, serious but fun, nicely dressed, and polite.

"I'll say," I agreed using my hand to fan my face as a full blush swept up my face and grew even redder because I knew Sarah had seen me flirting with the newest man in the building. 

I also knew if I stood there long enough, Sarah would give me all the statistical information I wanted to know. As she began to tell what she knew, I grew even more interested. He was a newly hired engineer, single, as in never married, twenty-eight, lived alone, or as least as far as the secretary across the hall knew, he didn't have a long-term relationship, and no women had yet called to leave a message for him. He was local, meaning he had shown his father, with a local address, as the person to notify in case of an emergency.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I knew he was going to learn the same things about me, if he hadn't already been told. The secretary across the hall was about the same age as Sarah and they ate lunch together in our office almost every day. We had a very spacious break room, including a full size refrigerator with an icemaker, a microwave, two-burner hot plate, table and chairs, and a sink with running water. During certain parts of the year, these added benefits of working for a family owned business, meant those late hours were a little easier to put up with if you weren't starving as the hours grew later and later.

Although the building officially closed at the end of the business day, anyone who worked late knew the front doors were not locked until much later. A guard desk was located in the lobby, with a guard sitting at the desk until ten at night, when he would lock the outside doors set the alarm. Anyone who might be working later than that would need to have keys to the outside doors and know their personal security code to get in or out of the building. I'd worked summers for the company for several years and had found myself in that position a number of times.

Our office was on the east coast and we had a very valuable client with extensive business on the west coast. If someone in one of their west coast offices was going to get information to us by the time they closed their office at six o'clock their time, we would be receiving it as late as ten o'clock. If I stayed late, I usually didn't get to the office until around noon the next day. 

Neither my grandfather, nor my dad, liked to see me stay that late, but the client company was often working against a deadline collecting what they sent to us. The information might need to be ready for a report Dad or Granddad would complete the next day and send it out, or the client company would have to pay a penalty. That meant staying late was necessary. It was also one of the reasons we were able to retain the company as a client. 

Dad had an unwritten rule that I call him when the west coast report arrived and call again when I got home. My father was a widower the last two years I was in high school and he remarried during my second year in college. I had chosen to live in my own apartment to relieve my father and his new wife of having a grown child living with them. I was faithful about calling to let him know the report arrived, but I was not as careful to call him in the middle of the night to let him know I had received the report. I felt one of us loosing half a night's sleep was enough. He didn't really seem to mind that I didn't make the second phone call. He just reminded me to be a safe, including moving my car as near the doors as I could, after the parking lot emptied. 

My grandfather was slowly shifting some of his workload to my desk, at least the work I was able to do. He would check anything that needed his signature, but it allowed him to leave the office a little earlier than he had done when he was younger. He had recently been pushing me to finish that last year of school, and then he would add more to my workload. Dad truly wanted him to retire, but Granddad was resisting. He feared Dad would want to hire another accountant so I could finish school. Granddad's idea that the business would always remain in the hands of a close family member was beginning to wear thin, causing both Dad and I to do some work we could have assigned to an assistant, or a clerk.

Granddad demonstrated his predilection for putting things on my desk that Thursday afternoon when he handed me a thick file.

"Here's the information to go with those reports that will be sent in late tonight. See if you can do the final report so all I need to do tomorrow is sign it." Granddad didn't wait for my response; he walked by Sarah and told her to have a pleasant evening, and then he left the office.

Luckily, the file my grandfather gave me was one I had organized, which meant it wouldn't take me too long to update everything, begin completing the forms I would find online, and wait for the remainder of the information to arrive. That still meant I would be at the office later than usual. By the time Sarah and Dad left, I had boiled a couple of eggs, collected a variety of crackers and sliced some cheese for my supper as I continued to work on the records I had, waiting for the remainder so I could finish the report and have it on Granddad's desk when he arrived the next morning.

The west coast papers arrived a little after nine, and by the time I finished my work, and left the office, it was twenty minutes before midnight. I was locking the office door while I was vowing to send a nice message to the person who compiled the report I received. It was very accurate, or it would have been later than midnight before I got away from the office. 

As I started down the hall toward the elevator, I heard a door close behind me and turned to see Dave Thomas locking the front door to his office.

"I thought I was the only one who worked this late."

He was startled to hear another voice. When he looked up and saw me waiting for him to catch up, he smiled. "Hi Jo, I decided I'd spend a few quiet hours getting my desk organized and everything put away because I'm taking the day off tomorrow to get my apartment squared away."

"Ah, so you can have a running start on Monday morning?" I asked and watched Dave nod.

"Sort of," he agreed and punched the elevator button for us. "We have a big project I'd like to help with, but Jerry Harris said I needed to get myself organized first. What are you doing here so late?"

As we stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, I was explaining the reason for my late night when I felt the elevator jerk to a stop. Dave dropped his briefcase and grabbed me as I lost my balance at about the same time I put my arms around him. He didn't immediately let me go. Instead, when I looked up at him, his head was descending toward mine and I simply closed my eyes to enjoy the kiss.

When the kiss ended, I barely opened my eyes and saw the look on his face before his head descended again for another kiss. This second kiss was not like the first. This one was hungry, probing, and hot, as his hands slid down my back, cupped my bottom and pulled me into himself. As he ground his growing erection against me, I was doing almost the same to him while the crotch of my panties got wetter and wetter. I was meeting each of his movements with a counter move. We were going around in circles against each other. It was wild and hungry lust with neither of us saying a word except for a moan as searching hands looked for something to touch or hold onto. 

His hands were roughly unbuttoning my blouse and I was opening the front clasp on my bra, and his mouth was almost chewing on my neck. I was unbuttoning his shirt while his mouth moved to clamp onto one of my nipples, driving me wild. I barely got my hands inside his shirt to rub across his chest as he was dropping to his knees, sliding his hands under my skirt, and dragging my panties down my legs, holding them for me to step out of as I took off my shoes.

I almost lost my balance when he lifted one of my legs, put it over his shoulder, and buried his face in my pussy as he growled. I was holding on to his shoulders, trying to get my hands down his back, or to his belt buckle when he lifted my hips and drove his tongue deep into me. I screamed, and said something about wanting him inside me.

A moment later, he was helping me unbuckle his pants and pushing them down, picking me up as my legs went around his waist. He slammed me against the wall and lowered me onto his cock. I bucked against him as he drove into me, over and over for a few short minutes before both of us were groaning or screaming from our exploding orgasms.

"Oh God, oh god, oh please, oh god."

"Fuck, not yet," he moaned and growled as his hot cum throbbed into me while my inner muscles contracted around his cock.

When I could open my eyes I looked up to see that none of the floor numbers were lit up on the panel above the elevator doors and informed the man pressing me against the wall, "We're stuck."

Dave groaned and between breaths asked, "Is there a guard down there?"

"No."

"Then take those clothes off, because I'm going to do that again." I didn't doubt his word. I could tell he was still hard as a rock inside me.

"In the elevator?" I asked facetiously.

"You're damn right, in the elevator and I don't care if someone watches."

"Dave," I complained, but it was only half-hearted. He was putting me on my feet and I was unzipping my skirt, shedding clothes as fast as he was.

"I've been hard since I saw you this morning and nothing's going to stop me until I've had my fill," Dave announced and pulled me down onto the floor. He buried his face against one breast while one of his hands found the hard nipple on my other breast. His other hand pushed between my legs and two fingers shoved as far into me as he could get them while his thumb searched for and pressed against my clit. I quickly had my hand on his hot cock, holding it securely, wanting it back inside me.

He lifted his head long enough to command, "Inside, I need to be inside you, Jo."

I pointed the head of his still throbbing cock to me and as the head entered Dave gave a hard thrust slamming deep inside, against my cervix and slapping his balls against me. I stopped breathing for a moment and just remained as still as he was. It was glorious.

"Is there a panic button?" Dave finally asked.

"No."

"Emergency telephone?"

"No."

"Good, then we're stuck until morning."

I didn't answer him, I lifted my hips and felt him pull back and slam into me again, and then again. The short question and answer period lasted only long enough for us to catch our breath for the next onslaught. Because it seemed like a battle, he was hitting his pubic bone against mine hard enough to move me across the floor in a hot furious fuck, until my head hit the opposite wall. I raised my arms and braced them against the wall, letting him slam into me, meeting him as often as I could until my orgasm hit me and I screamed while he pushed against me a few more times and then fell on top of me, both of us panting and barely able to think.

A minute later, we were naked, leaning against the back wall, panting and holding hands. I heard the whirr of the elevator motor and we scrambled for our clothes, barely managing to cover ourselves when the elevator doors opened. Dave pushed his briefcase into the opening so the doors wouldn't close as we stumbled out of the elevator, dragging the rest of our clothes with us.

"I need to fuck you all night. Am I going home with you, or do you want to go to my place?" Dave asked. "My mattress is still on the floor."

"My place then," I said. "I might even have clean sheets on my bed," I answered as I punched my security code into the keypad, while Dave unlocked the main doors, both of us walking as fast as we could to get to our cars.

"Who, the fuck cares if the sheets are clean. I'll follow you." He stopped as he opened his car door, "By the way, why did the elevators suddenly start?"

"It's a crazy elevator," is the only answer I wanted to give.

Now, honestly, why would I want to tell him the elevator computers restarted at midnight?

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Midnight Embrace



I woke with a start and suddenly hands were on my mouth stifling my screams. My girlfriend lay beside me and she too was being stifled by unknown hands.

Slowly I gained orientation of my senses and saw that there were two intruders in our room. One was African in appearance, the other dark skinned but distinctly Oriental. They had guns and the Asian pushed it now into my mouth and as its coldness touched my lips he told me to open up and suck on it like a good boy.

I did what he said out of fear. They were crawling over our bed and the Black guy was busily tearing at my girlfriends clothes. She only wore a flimsy nightdress to bed and this he tore to shreds quickly.

They wore just t-shirts and shorts in the hot summer night and they kicked off their shoes as they held us down, casting off their clothes. The Black guy was hard and ready and I heard him tell my girlfriend to do a good job on his dick. With the gun in my mouth I sneaked a sideways look to watch her swallowing his black dick as deep as she could. She struggled, gagged, as it was long.

The Asian guy asked me mockingly if I had ever sucked dick before. I replied that I hadn't, to which he told me now was a good time to learn and anyway wouldn't I prefer his cock in my mouth to a pistol? I have to admit it seemed a better option than the risk of it going off accidentally or otherwise. I nodded meekly and I saw him smile.

He pulled the gun away and pointed his cock squarely at my face. I could smell his masculine odor with its dark shaft and thick head. The head brushed suddenly against my lips and then deep into my mouth. Suddenly it hit me that I was being forced to suck strange dick in my own bed at gunpoint while my girlfriend was performing head on some Black guy.It was the stuff of nightmares but now as it was happening it seemed strangely less terrifying than I had imagined it to be. I heard her gag as he rammed himself in and out of her throat, her small mouth and his big cock were not an ideal match, whereas I managed more easily with this smaller cock and took it down to its base, both men moaning loudly and passing appreciative but disgusting comments. "Does it taste nice, bitch?", the Black guy mocked. "You suck like a whore" came the Asian to me, as I worked his pulsing cock hard with my lips and tongue. One could imagine I had done this before, but I knew what I liked so knew how to please a man myself.

It was no flattery to hear the Black guy tell me that it looked like I was a better cocksucker than my girlfriend and that he wanted to switch. They switched quickly and without being asked my girlfriend resumed sucking cock and this time she managed more easily as the Asian forced himself in and out of her waiting mouth. Now it was my turn and I didn't really get on with many Black guys in our neighbourhood, but now I did my best to pleasure him as best I could. It wasn't easy as he really was long but I had a better technique and was able to control my breathing well and avoid a gag reflex.

They passed comments between each other about how this was working better as they fucked our faces as we lay on our backs side by side with both men straddling us.

After a little while the Black guy said it was time for pussy. He moved away from me and the Asian guy moved off my girlfriend and went to the side of the bed,and standing and made me resume sucking his dick. The Black guy lifted up my girlfriend and fucked her standing on the bed in a show of his strength and prowess. She made the sort of noises you only want to hear when you are fucking your own girlfriend as her ravished her cunt hard and fast to the point of being brutal.. Next he fucked her alongside of me on her back as he sucked her breasts and complimented her tight pussy.

Now the Asian told me to lie on my stomach and I felt him shortly licking my butt cheeks. He remarked I was smooth for a white guy. Next I felt his tongue dart into my hole and the feeling was unexpectedly pleasurable. I involuntarily gasped as he stabbed and licked with his tongue, pulling my ass cheeks apart as he did so. The pleasure was mitigated by the realization that it would be unlikely that he would stop there, but would in all probability proceed further. I would confess I enjoyed the rimming by him with his tongue doing those little motions which I had never before experienced as a straight guy, and the cock sucking was not pleasurable but it didn't hurt any except my pride and sense of manhood. But now as he spoke with excited lustful passion of how he was going to fuck me good I knew it was time for me to really experience this rape for what it was.

I sensed his body hover over mine as he kicked my legs apart. "Ready bitch?" he said to which I didn't answer. "I guess that's a yes?" he mocked, as I felt his hard cock brush my buttocks as he aimed his tool with a hand at my hole. It was wet from his saliva and he slowly eased his large head into me at which I gasped much louder than before. I breathed deeply to make it less painful and suddenly he was in. He had sodomized me. He would always be the guy who sodomized me in front of my girlfriend. I felt him move on top of me his soft skin against mine. His hands at times on my ass pulling my cheeks open for him, as he thrust again and again into my virgin ass.

I had heard of Asian guy having small dicks and true his wasn't as big as the Black guy had, but he fucked so furiously while the Black guy seemed more leisurely in his strokes, though the sheer size was an issue in itself, that could make the assault brutal.

But now I was no longer a virgin, more of a conquest, a whore. He used me like he owned me, kissing my neck and pulling my head round to kiss my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I did not resist but accepted all of this for I was powerless and defeated. I could heard the bed creaking as we both lay there being fucked hard. My girlfriend moaned softly as the Black guy fucked her into oblivion. He raised her to doggy style which I knew she enjoyed with me and I was able to watch as he slammed into her from behind and I heard the sound of his body slapping against her ass and the night air resounding with flesh on flesh. I saw her face, I knew despite herself and with a look of shame she had come as a result of all this.

The Asian made me assume the position of doggy too as he emulated his friend, his hands on my shoulders he rode me and angrily fucked into me hurling abuse. I was a "white bitch and whore" and he asked me if I would ever be able to fuck a girl again. Now he reached a hand around and stroked me hard. Soon I had a full erection as he entered in and out of me and I cried begging him to stop. He ignored me and pounded more furiously as he let out a howl and spurted hot jets of come deep inside my stretched hole as he continued to work my dick until I too could no longer hold back and shot waves of my spunk onto the bedsheets in front of me.

I collapsed onto the bed feeling my spunk wet against my skin, as he dropped down on top of me, both of us panting like dogs in heat. My rapist sated at last. His come swimming around my man-cunt. I too felt relief to have come and to no longer have a dick rampaging inside of me, being replaced by the gentler feeling of relaxation and the exploited hole closing up, sealing in his seed as the Black guy unloaded now deep inside my girlfriend.

"Get her pregnant" the Asian bawled.

An hour passed and we were all still naked on the bed, the time had flown who knows where as it tends to do in the abyss of the night. The assault carried on for most of the night until the early hours. They switched and I found myself being fucked by the Black guy this time. His cock was harder to manage in my ass than it had been in my mouth. He kissed me with my legs wrapped around his back as he humped into my white ass. Strange thing now that I felt like a bitch.I figured this is what must happen to weaker guys in prison. They just submit and lose that spark that makes a man want to dominate a woman, fuck her, knock her up. When you are beside your girl, with cocks probing your ass and mouth it is hard to feel unaffected, unchange or much of a real man anymore. THey knew this and played on it to the full with words, and by making me take it side by side with her. What was she thinking I wondered. I must seem weak now compared to these guys. I really didn't know how my sexuality would come out of this, to what extent unscathed. As I 

opened my mouth to their tongues and my own "cunt" (as they began to call it) to their dicks and semen I was being remoulded in my mind by their actions, in my definition of myself. Somewhere in my mind a pervasive thought had crept in and taken root. You are weak you cannot defend your girl or even your own ass and mouth. Give in to it. That way I felt safe that maybe no harm would come to us both. I knew that my manhood had been shot to pieces by them.

The Asian had fucked my girl too. He had also taken her ass after rimming her with loud animal noises of pleasure. He had been the first to do it as I had never done anal with her since she didn't enjoy it and had always spurned my attempts.But no way here could she escape from losing her anal cherry as the Asian buried his cock deep in her juicy white ass just as he had done to me.

I watched on my back, being pounded by the Black guy as he took her ass and cunt in turn.

He had raped me first, kissed me first, rimmed me first, but the Black was the first to have me taste his semen. I drank obediently from his long tool and swallowed every drop and tasted its egg-like flavor and felt its sticky texture slipping down my throat. Later the Asian made me swallow his sperm too and it was his that impregnated my girlfriend. 

The child was dark haired pale skinned with almond eyes, a reminder of this night to stay with us forever it seemed.The child looked like his father and there were many strange looks at us and we always said to people we had adopted him. The real explanation was one I couldn't bring myself to adumbrate or reveal in its terrible truth.

Truth was I never fucked a woman again. Secretly I let guys fuck me in woods I would meet on the internet. There were lots of Hispanics, Blacks and sometimes Asians who I sucked off in parks cars or restrooms or even in their houses. I would meekly drop to my knees suck them until they wanted more then rise up and bend over in front of them and let them ram my ass and empty their cocks into me. Some White guys I let fuck me also though I preferred to be used and abused by non Whites.My mind had been twisted a bit but I sort of enjoyed the thrill of the degradation. The two rapists had turned me into a white bitch and whore and I sometimes even persuaded my girl who I stayed with in a mostly non sexual way, to be fucked by guys I brought home. I loved it most when some Asian guy fucked us both in turn and maybe spent the whole night screwing us both in every hole as he taunted me about knocking up my girlfriend. I openly advertised for an Asian guy to inseminate a child for a Caucasian couple as I watched. I got many responses and guys from fast food restaurants, students would come by and fuck her in front of me. Some paid me scant regard and just mechanically proceeded to play with her tits in front of me, get blown and then fuck her hard in whatever position he wanted until he unleashed his spunk into her womb. Occasionally a guy would even fuck me as I lay there cuffed on the bed and it felt good now to be such a dump for other men's come.



Midnight Encounter



I lay in bed and watched you dress. Our afternoon together in my hotel room was unbelievable! Each time we made love was better the time before and every time you took me inside you -- in your pussy and in your mouth -- I thought that I would die of ecstasy. I loved everything about the experience -- your taste, your smell, the feel of your naked skin against mine, the feel of you on top of me, and underneath me.

I felt shivers when you came over to me and kissed me sweetly before you left to go back to your life. I didn't want you to go. I didn't want it to end.

Driving back to your new house, you could only thing of our afternoon together. You hadn't known what to expect, but on our first embrace you knew that it would be good. My smell lingered over you (you'll have to do something about that when you get home -- can't have hubby getting the scent of another man).

You arrive home, take a shower, letting your hands wander over your body just as mine had been doing such a short time earlier, and then you waited for the family to come home. Somehow you managed to feed the family, but you mind was miles away, as you wish your body was, snuggled naked in my arms, feeling my kisses on your neck and shoulders, feeling my caresses on your breasts and between your legs, and giving in to your desires as I entered you.

Thankfully the evening passed by and it was time for bed. You put on your nightgown and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of our afternoon of lust and love.

Startled you wake up. What time is it? Two o'clock in the morning. What was that noise? You look over at hubby and he is peacefully sawing logs. But you seemed to hear a noise from the kitchen. Or was it just a dream?

Pulling back the covers, you ease out of bed and walk in your bare feet to the kitchen. You hear a rustling! Was that a creak on the floor? Entering the kitchen you instinctively reach for a pot to use as a weapon.

You hear me whisper, "Jenn, you won't be needing that." I'm right behind you. Moving forward, my hands cup your breasts. I can feel them heaving beneath the fabric of your nightgown. I kiss you neck. "I couldn't leave tomorrow without seeing you again," I whisper in your ear. You feel a hardness pushing against your back. Reaching back with your hand you feel that I am naked.

"Oh, my," you gasp hoarsely. "What if my husband hears us?" 

"He won't. I'll be quiet, don't worry. Will you be quiet, too?" I chuckled.

You turned in my arms and looked into my eyes. There was just enough light from the nightlight that you use in the kitchen that you could see my eyes. My eyes told you that I wanted you. I wanted you terribly. We kissed passionately. My hands, moving at lightning speed, quickly pulled your night gown up over your head, and my body pressed against your. Your nipples stabbed at my chest. Moving my hand between your legs, I could see that you were already wet. I couldn't control myself. Pushing you back against the counter top, I entered you swiftly and fiercely. You let out a loud gasp and I quickly place my hand over you mouth. "You need to be quiet, tonight, Jenn."

My hips thrust forward and you wrapped one of your legs around my ass, trying desperately to get me more deeply inside you. I began a steady pumping, back and forth, in and out of you. You found it very difficult not to moan. You surprised yourself on how quickly you came. I had given you about five or six strokes and you grabbed me tightly as the first wave of orgasm washed over you. By the time I erupted inside you, you had cum two more times.

Pushing you up onto the counter top, I spread your legs and began licking your pussy, damp with your cum and with my own. You grabbed my head and pulled my into you further as I nibbled your clit and bit your pussy lips. The thought of making love to another man inside you own house with your husband only yards away was driving you wild. You soon erupted again, your love juices pouring out onto my chin.

As you sat to slid off the counter our cum oozed out of you, out of your hot swollen pussy and down the inside of your thigh. I could see it glistening in the dim light, and the sight of it again aroused my passion. I stood back from you and you could see how hard my cock had again become. It, too, was seeping cum from its tip. You leapt down from the counter and soon had my cock engulfed by your mouth. I pulled away. "I want to eat you while you eat me," I whispered.

Laying on the kitchen floor, you climbed on top of my, your pussy right in my face and my cock within easy access of your mouth. Right there in your kitchen, between the counter and the sink, we gave ourselves to each other, your pussy to my tongue; my cock to yours.

We had made love about six times since our meeting this afternoon, but nothing was sweeter than our "69" on the kitchen floor. It was more than just oral gratification. It was a deep emotional and spiritual experience. And when we both erupted into each other's mouths at the same instant, I thought it was the most beautiful and sensuous experience of my life. I loved the feeling of your wetness in my mouth and how you eagerly sucked every drop from me.

We lay there on the floor in each others arms for a long moment before I got up and started to get dressed. Soon I was out the door and down the street to my car. You put on your nightgown and made it back into bed, your hubby none the wiser.

Sleep tight, sweet Jenn



Midnight Encounter



Author's Note: This story is written from a female's point of view. 

I don't know why, but I have to warn readers because of the numerous flames that other authors with the same theme have been getting, it's about CHEATING. Otherwise, enjoy the story. Oh by the way, if someone would like to put this on audio, it will be my pleasure. ;)

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The chilly wind tickles me as I walked around the bed watching your sleeping form. Smiling, I calmly observed my beautiful man sound asleep -- next to his wife. I sat down on your side of the bed. Feathery light, I didn't even cause ripples on the bed sheet.

"How do I want to wake you? A kiss?" Placing a hand on your chest, I folded my body towards you, wetting my lips as I parted my mouth. My eyes fluttered as I felt the warmth of your breath. "No. I want to play first." I snarled and then grinned. "Ummm... why are you sweating in this chilly night? Is my heat getting to you? * giggles * ". I ran my hand down your shirt, feeling the warm wet fabric that covers your chest. Bending down, I licked your nipples through fabric and smiled looking up making sure that you're still sound asleep. "Ummm... your nipples are hard and ready for me. Huh, baby. Let use see if something else is." Reaching down, my hand enclosed on your semi-rigid cock. "Ummm... yes.." I gently fondle it, feeling the blood rushing in.. filling it... making it throb in my fingers. 

"Mmmmppphh.." I felt my pussy tingles as your cock grew bigger, fatter.. hotter in my hand -- stretching your trousers; threatening to tear it apart. I climbed unto the bed. Legs apart, I settle my knees just below your chest. So that when I sit upon your body, my pussy will be inflamed by the heat of your crotch. "Ohhhh..." My clit shot electric jolts throughout my body as I slide it up and down along the length of your cock. 

My lips stretch to a sly grin as I hear you moan. "Mmmm.. I want to feel your bare hardness on my skin." I looked down and reached under your leg opening, I carefully maneuver your hard throbbing dick through it -- freeing it from its confines; allowing me to see the veins, along its length, pulsate as I inject more of my lust into it.

With a slender finger, I slowly trace down the small of your head, down along the middle spine unto its base. "It's so hot and wanting." I grinned as I watch the bead on sticky pre-cum form. When I finally reached your sac, I twisted my hand around and cup your balls; letting them sit on my fingers; weighing them. "Ooohhh.. so much cum.. and all for me..." * giggle *. I can't help it. I roll them around my fingers; squeezing them tighter while my other hand slowly goes up and down your shaft. My grin grew wider as you moaned. "Hmmmppphh.. " I squeeze even tighter until you rouse from your slumber. 

With fluttering eyes, you looked up at me -- not a surprised look but a worried look. You're about to speak but.. "Shhh... don't worry she won't wake up." You tried turning your head to look at your wife sleeping next to you, but I stopped you with my soft hands and followed that with a smile and a burning stare to destroy any resistance you're trying to summon. 

"I hope you're ready for me tonight because I wanna be fucked. My pussy is already dripping. * moans * Mmmm.. My clit is so hard and.." * short yelp (as if touching your clit) * "- and sensitive. " I resume caressing your balls. "I know you have been a very good boy. Oh, all these pent up cum. You want to fill me up, don't you. Hmmmm? Yeah? Is that what you want?" 

I placed both hands on your pillow. (short gasp) Your chest hairs tickled my already sensitive nipples as I leaned over you. I looked into your eyes as I push my hips unto you so that my pussy lips nestled on your cock. "You've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you? Mmmhhh?. Can't you feel how hot and wet my pussy is? Ohhh.. Mmmpphhh, yes.. I want you in me so bad. My clit feels so good rubbing along your cock. Ohhh.. you're going to make me cum... ahhh.." 

You closed your eyes and your lips reached up and tried to kiss me. "Uh.. uh.. you know very well that I don't kiss my sex toys... Awww.. don't be disappointed. What? You want to be more?" I sat back up but I continue to rub my pussy against your cock. "What about wifey over here?" A look of shock formed on your face. "What will she do if she happens to suddenly wake up and see me in her bed -- dry humping her husband -- (grunts) like this? (moans) Do you think she knows? Huh? I'm sure she can hear us fucking even if she's asleep? Ohhhh.." (gasping as you continue to speak) "Do you think she is dreaming of us fucking? Yeah?.. fucking in her own bed.. Huh..?"

"Or what do you think she is dreaming about when she hears you moan... Oh? You won't? What if I jack you off -- like this? Yeah? Faster? No? What if I piston you cock head between my fingers? Yeahh.. yeah.. come on.. don't hold back.. there you go... yeah.. I'm sure she can hear you.. yeah.. faster... yeah.. how many times did you say my name when I'm about to get you off? Do you think she suspects? Yeah.. say my name.. yell my name.. Oh.. you so close to cumming.... you can't resist.. Only I can make you feel this way... how can she blame you.... your cock head so sensitive... so hot... between.. my fingers.. and going so fast.... go on.. close your eyes.. and feel everything.. yeah.. call out to me... fuckk... yes.. louder... (grunt)... louder... oh yeah... call me Mistress.... yess... yesss.. that's a good boy... tell me that you are mine... mine alone... you wanna cum so bad, don't you.... (grunt)... yes... you wanna spray that load don't you.... say it..." 

"(Speak while out of breath)... Oh... look at the time.... I guess we have to.. continue.. this.. some other time... Oh by the way...I know your little escapades in the men's room at work. I already warned you, as soon as you discharge your balls.. this is all over...." I reached down and inserted a finger in my cunt. "(gasps).. damned it.. I guess I have to fill up my cunt with something else... until next evening then.... perhaps... Oh.. * giggles * I think you better start getting more sleep, those eye bags are not attractive.. * giggles *"



Midnight Encounter



It was around 1:00 am, and it was very dark outside. There were no stars peeking through the thick layer of clouds in the sky. A black corvette was parked in a parking lot next door to a house. A man was waiting in that car for someone in the house to leave. 

The man in the car was waiting to see his lover, the wife of the man who lived in that house. His lover's husband was to leave for work at 1:30 am. He would go into the house and into her bed after he left. He'd done it several times before, with extremely pleasant results.

Suddenly, the front door opened and the husband came out and got into his car. He started the car and let it run for a few moments before closing the door and driving off. The man in the corvette waited for about ten minutes, then got out of his own car, and walked to the house. 

He quietly opened the front door, went inside, and just as quietly, closed the door behind him. He snuck into the living room, then turned left and went down the hall to her bedroom. He carefully opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.

On the dresser by the door was a touch lamp. He touched it one time so it would come on in the lowest setting, giving just enough light for him to see her. She was sleeping on her side, facing away from him, her favorite blanket hugged close to her chest, with her cheek resting on it. 

The man quietly walked to stand by the bed so he could see her face. She was smiling in her sleep. He couldn't help but smile himself, as he had the feeling she was dreaming about him again. This was confirmed when she whispered his name in her sleep. 

He went around to the other side of the bed and quickly undressed, careful not to make any noise to wake her. He pulled back the blankets and slipped into the bed beside her, then pulled her close to him. She sighed and whispered his name again, asking him to make love to her. 

He leaned over, kissed her cheek and said her name. He said, "Baby, wake up. Your lover has arrived to make sweet love to you." She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. 

She looked into his gorgeous blue eyes and smiled, then said, "Hi babe. I was just dreaming about you. Am I still dreaming or are you really here?" 

"You are not dreaming, love. I really am here with you." he said before he kissed her deeply to prove it. As he kissed her, he slid her nightgown up her legs, tummy, and chest before slipping it over her head and tossing it to the floor. He started caressing her breasts. 

Her hands began kneading on his chest and shoulders. She slid her foot along his lower leg. His hand slid under the leg band of her panties, feeling the dampness gathering there as he slid a pair of fingers between the moist fleshy lips of her pussy. 

He broke the kiss and started to kiss her neck, moving slowly down to her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking her nipples. He sucked hard on her nipples, causing her to moan loudly. She moves her hand down to his lap and began to stroke his cock slowly.

He sits up and moves between her legs, sliding her panties off and tossing them on the floor with the nightgown. He began to lick and finger her hot wet pussy. His tongue flicked over her hard clit and her hips raised with each stroke. He continues to lick and suck and finger her for a few more minutes, until he feels the walls of her pussy start to clench tight around his fingers. 

She climaxed and her cum oozed out and coats his fingers and tongue. He greedily licks it all up like he just cant get enough of her tangy sweetness. He sits up and moves to kneel by her head. She starts to stroke his hard cock faster as she licks and sucks on the head. Her tongue flicks out and she tastes the pre-cum gathering at the tiny opening.

She takes all eight inches of him into her mouth and sucks him as she strokes him to orgasm. She teases him with her tongue and teeth against the full length of his rock hard cock. He doesn't want to shoot his cum into her mouth yet so he pulls from her mouth, then moves back between her legs, positioning his throbbing cock at her pussy hole. 

He slowly pushes into her until he is completely engulfed within her hot wet sheath. He starts moving in and out with long slow strokes as she lifts her legs up and wraps them around him. He starts moving quicker and deeper within her. His hand searches for and finds her clit and begins to rub it quickly, which rapidly brings her to another mind-blowing orgasm. Her juices coat his cock and drip down onto the bed. 

Within seconds of her orgasm, she feels him tense as he reaches his climax, shooting his hot cum deep inside her pussy. She has no fear of pregnancy because she knows that he had a vasectomy years ago. He collapses on her, his weight supported by his elbows as he kisses her deeply and passionately. 

He slips his softening cock from her and lays beside her, pulling her close. They lay spoon-style, her bottom right against his cock, his arms around her with his left hand resting possessively on her breast. They fall asleep until her alarm clock goes off at 7:00 am. 

She gets out of bed and gets dressed. She tells him to stay in the bed until she gets back home from taking her kids to school, in about an hour. She tells him to take a nap and rest up because she's going to wear him out when she returns. She takes the kids to school, then returns to the house by 8:15 am, locking the door and turning off the phones when she gets home. 

She grabs some drinks from the refrigerator, and goes to the bedroom. He is sitting up on the bed watching one of the porn DVD's from her "Fun Time" drawer of her dresser. She looked on the bed beside him and saw that he had her large pink dildo and matching vibrator out, waiting to use them on her.

She smiled and closed the bedroom door. She undressed and got back in bed, snuggling against him as they watched the couple on the TV, a muscular black man and a large breasted white woman, making love doggy style in front of a fire place. He picked up the vibrator and started rubbing it against her lower belly, moving closer to her pussy with each movement. 

When it brushed against her clit, she moaned softly. She slid down on the bed so she could lay flat and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. He moved down as well and rubbed the vibrator around her pussy, just barely touching her clit with it. He surprised her when he put the tip of the vibe right on her clit and held it there as he turned it from low speed to high speed.

Within seconds, she was climaxing again, just from the clitoral stimulation of the vibe. He slid his fingers into her sheath and scooped out some of her cream, licking it from his fingers. She looked down at him and saw that he was already hard and ready. She nodded at him and he knew she was ready to have his hard cock in her again. 

He quickly moved between her legs and thrust into her with one movement to bury himself completely within her slick heat. His head dipped down to flick his tongue over her hard nipples before sucking them into his mouth hungrily, like a babe being put to the breast to nurse. He moved steadily within her sheath, bringing her closer to orgasm with each thrust and withdrawal. 

He pulled out of her and grabbed the dildo. He lubed it up good and slid it into her pussy, holding it in there with one hand while he put lube on her anus and on his cock. He slowly pushed his cock into her ass while the dildo was in her pussy, and slowly began moving in her ass, feeling the muscles clench and release him repeatedly. 

Once she got used to him being in there, he began moving the dildo in and out of her pussy at the same time. Within seconds, she was climaxing real hard, her juices flowing out and coating not only the dildo but his cock as well. Then he pulled out the dildo and replaced it with his cock again, thrusting within her real hard, deep and fast. 

Moments later, his cock throbbed and released his hot cum deep inside her as his own orgasm hit. He laid down beside her, his cock still pulsing in her pussy, and they rested. They made love for another three hours before he told her that he had to leave so they didn't get caught when her husband got home from work. She pouted a little, then said that they should take a shower together before he left. 

They showered and made love again in the shower, then dried each other off and got dressed. She walked him to his car and they kissed before he got in the car and drove away. She waved to him until she couldn't see his car anymore, then ran inside and threw herself on the bed and cried because she didn't want him to leave, but she knew he had to.



Midnight Encounter



Laine climbed back into bed for the third time. She nervously sat up, brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She wanted to go to him. The knowledge that he was in the room next door was too much for her. All she could think about was the kiss they had shared earlier that evening. What would've happened if they hadn't have been interrupted, she wondered. She smiled because she knew exactly what would've happened. And she knew that she wouldn't be alone at 2 A.M. in the room next to his. 

She imagined how delicious it would feel to have his arms wrapped around her. The memory of his mouth on hers was enough to turn her on more than any man had before. She shivered. She'd never felt that rush of pure adrenaline and passion from a single kiss. The way his mouth had slanted over hers and the feeling of his tongue delving deep made her delirious and, like an addict, she needed more. Taking a page from her best friend Sheila's handbook she made up her mind, she was going to his room. 

As she reached his door she felt a wave of panic. Her body was alight with a tingling excitement and a sudden fear that he would reject her advances. She looked down at her tank top and shorts. Why did she think he would think this is sexy? Ruefully, she stopped before turning the knob. " Just do it!" she said to herself. "If you want it, go get it," she whispered quietly. She straightened her shoulders and shook her head to erase her anxiety. As she reached again for the doorknob, it opened from within. There he was, all 6'3" of him, half naked, sleepy and oh so sexy. She had to fight back the urge to scratch her finger nails down his chest and abs and pulled her hand back to her side. 

Noticing her small retreat Kyle hesitated. He could hear the footsteps each time she had come to his door. Each time he waited patiently for her to knock, for her to open the door and jump into his bed. Each time he had been increasingly disappointed when he heard her eventual retreat. He was determined not to let her go again. This time when he heard her footsteps in the hallway he quietly got out of bed and stood behind the door. He could hear her rapid breathing, and heard her whispered admonishments to herself. "If you want it, go get it." Now that was a motto he could get behind! He knew this was the time to open the door. He wanted it, so he was going to go get it.

At the sight of her in skimpy tank top and short shorts, his cock strained against his boxers. The angle of the door allowed him to maintain this mystery as he peered out at her, enjoying her embarrassment for having been caught outside his door. 

"Can I help you, Laine?" He cajoled. "Is there something you WANT?" 

Her cheeks and chest turned a shade darker, with the realization that he had heard her whispering to herself. She stared into the center of his chest and didn't make a sound. Then suddenly, she looked up at him with a gleam in her eyes and said simply, "I want you."

Immediately, Kyle stepped forward into Laine's personal space. Instinctively, she stepped back until her back was pressed up against the wall. The cool surface of the wall was worlds different from the heat radiating from Kyle's body. He placed his forearm above her head on the wall and leaned over her. She was tall but he still towered over her, forcing her to look up into his face. He continued to move into her space until their bodies pressed together. She put her hands on his arm in a weak attempt to gain control but his stance and the desire in his eyes overpowered any hesitation she may have had. In an attempt to gain some power in the situation she swayed her hips slowly from side to side, making sure that her thighs rubbed his and her hips rubbed suggestively against his erection. 

Kyle reached around her, placing his hands onto her ass as he ground his hips into hers. She moaned and opened her legs to give him room. Her back arched and her head fell back, inviting his mouth to explore her neck. He licked and sucked and swirled his tongue over her neck, up to her ears and back down between her breasts. He reached his hands further down onto the backs of her open thighs and lifted her body so that her face was level with his. He immediately and hungrily took possession of her mouth, kissing her with the same hunger he had earlier. His fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her thighs so she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned her shoulders into the wall, arching her back to press herself closer to his body. She kissed him back with reckless abandon. She raked her nails up his muscled back and shoulders and grabbed his hair to kiss him harder. Their tongues moved together sensually. She bit his lower lip as she pulled his hair and he growled his appreciation. He rested one knee onto the wall so his free hand could explore her body. First, he placed his hand on her face, stroking her cheek softly and sweetly before he moved his hand back into her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck to him fully once more. His mouth explored the exposed skin with fervor. He couldn't get enough of the way she tasted. She made his cock throb and she wiggled her crotch against his body. 

Kyle groaned as he picked her up, turned and walked into his bedroom. Finally he had her exactly where he wanted her. And he wanted her. She giggled as he glided over to the bed and dropped her playfully onto his massive bed. She quickly righted herself, up onto her knees, facing him on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed as she moved toward the edge. She let her hands roam over his broad, muscled shoulders, down onto his chest and further down over his rippling abs. He breathed in quickly as her hands didn't stop their descent. Laine looked up into his eyes with a confidence he hadn't expected but relished. 

As she maintained sultry eye contact and smiled at him she bit her lower lip as she reached into his boxers to stroke him. She licked her lips, working Kyle into frenzy. Her hands found his impressive cock. She stayed on her knees before him, stroking him with both hands, kissing him passionately. She stopped suddenly to strip off her tank top, giving him a perfect view of her ample breasts. He reached his hand out to touch but she slapped his hand away. She moved her knees back on the bed and placed both hands on the bed in front of her. She lowered her body down onto the bed, so she was lying face down on the bed and resumed stroking his cock. Her mouth was inches from the head as he stood in front of her and his brain burned with desire. 

She looked up at him with that playful gleam in her eyes and asked him what he wanted her to do, stroking him faster and harder until his vision went blurry and he closed his eyes to stay standing. She smiled and slowly licked the tip of his cock. His hands buried themselves into her hair as she nuzzled his package and repeatedly licked his dick from the base to the tip. He was going to quickly lose control if she kept torturing him this way. 

He finally answered her question, begging her to suck his cock deep into her mouth. She did as she was told. She kept one hand firmly at the base of his dick and swirled the other around his shaft in tandem with her mouth. Her pace switched constantly, keeping him on his toes, never knowing what she would do next. He reached over her back and squeezed her ass. He hooked both thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down so he could torment her as much as she was tormenting him. 

She spread her legs, giving him space to feel how wet her pussy was for him. He groaned when he felt how turned on she was and his cock twitched, itching to cum in her mouth. But he was determined that he would fuck her. He turned his mind to mundane things to keep from losing his cool: taking out the garbage, puppies, dusting, hats. 

His mind ran out of topics when she swirled her tongue and flicked the underside of his cock and he pushed two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She moaned onto his dick and he rammed his fingers in deeply, swirling his fingers around the walls of her tight cunt and sliding in and out as she pushed back onto his hand and pumped her hips in time. He knew he had to have her. Breathing hard he told her,"I need to fuck you."

He withdrew his hand from between her thighs and grabbed her hair with one. He rolled her over onto her back, grabbed her ankles and twirled her to face him. Her knees were bent, her hair was splayed over the bed and her eyes were dark with passion. He leaned over her, placed his shoulders just underneath her knees, grabbed the top of her thigh and pulled her body closer to the edge. He knelt on the floor so he could taste her pussy before he fucked it. 

Her legs opened automatically as he kissed her inner thighs. His stubble grazed her sensitive skin as his lips and tongue made their way to her clit. His mouth found her centre and his tongue lapped her sensitive nub. She gasped, arching her back and reaching her hands down to hold his head where she wanted it. Brazenly, she gripped his hair firmly to hold his head so she could rub herself into his mouth. He loved her enthusiasm and moaned into her skin. He licked and sucked, loving how sweet she tasted and how sincere the noises she made in her throat sounded. His cock ached to be inside her and he stroked his cock as he delved his tongue inside her. He loved eating her out. He could do this for hours. He loved how she moaned his name, how her hips moved up and down and how much she enjoyed his work. He placed his two fingers back inside her and she groaned and begged for more. His tongue again found her clit. As he noticed her breath catch in the back of her throat, he smiled. He wanted to make her cum. He worked his fingers in and out faster as her breath quickened and her body began to tense. She came hard. Her orgasm rippled through her body, tightening her pussy on his fingers and making him very nearly lose control. To regain composure, he moved his mouth slowly up her body, stopping at her breasts and the valley between them before his mouth found hers. She tasted herself on his lips, mixed with the sweat of his arousal and the mix was incredible. She begged him to fuck her.

Again he placed his shoulders underneath her legs and bent his body over hers. She placed one leg to the side slightly and allowed him to press the other forward until her ankle rested on his shoulder above her. In one motion he grabbed his member and guided it to her center. He rammed his cock inside her tight pussy and began to pound into her. 

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned as she felt his cock deep inside her, hitting her in just that spot to make her come over and over. He pressed himself as deep as he could inside her, making her scream and causing her eyes to roll back. Her nails scorched his back and he loved how her pussy gripped him tightly. 

She came for the second time. This time she looked into his eyes and squeezed her muscles tightly to reward him for his hard work. He grinned and captured her mouth in a hard, violent kiss that made her immediately ready for more. 

"You're going to make me cum," he whispered into her ear. His breath on her neck felt incredible. She felt empowered. She wanted to make him lose control. This incredibly sexy man was inside her, fucking her and making her cum. She wanted nothing more than to give him the same pleasure. She lustily reached down to grab his ass and pull him in deeper and harder and told him to cum. Each time she spoke during this encounter he was more and more amazed by how dirty she was speaking to him. He knew she wasn't a prude, but knowing how properly she behaved in public he was delighted to find how naughty she could be in private. He groaned with satisfaction as he came inside her, collapsing onto her, their bodies slick with sweat. 

He rolled onto his side, shoved an arm underneath her body and pulled her back up against him. She enjoyed the full body contact this snuggling provided. It kept her warm and made her feel unbelievably safe. She relaxed her body and allowed herself to lean backwards into his. He wrapped his arm up around her shoulder and rested his other arm along the side of her body, his fingers wrapping around her hip. They fell asleep together.



Midnight: Exposed



"Midnight ..." A Chain Story.

Introduction:

On March 1, 2007, fireyjen posted a thread with her idea for a chain story, soliciting interested authors. Shortly afterwards, fieryjens' ISP started giving her problems and she cannot get online, so on her behalf we thought we could give her a hand. The premise is that in each story the main character awakes at the stroke of midnight, or around that time. It can be a creaking floorboard, a rattling doorknob, a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning or just a feeling of unease and dread.

From this common beginning, each author is free to weave his or her own storylines culminating at midnight after 24 hours. Each story will be in a different Literotica category, with virtually all represented. All stories are titled "Midnight: (and the author's story identifier). After the initial New Story posting, all submissions will be in the Chain Story category.

We hope you enjoy this varied selection of stories by Literotica authors and your votes and comments are welcome. Below is an updated schedule of the stories. 

TE999 & geekychick_76 on behalf of fieryjen.

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"Dan Tanner," he said after stepping up to the counter at the La Quinta Inn. The flight had been a long one, with two connections and more than six hours in the air, three on the ground. He had left home eleven hours earlier; it was now almost nine at night. Dan's face was weary and haggard, with a shadow of stubble and the greasy sheen of Illinois humidity making his skin shine. 

The middle-aged Asian woman was prompt and professional, calling up Dan's information on the computer before her. She cheerily handed him his room key.

"Dan Tanner," she repeated in her accented voice, dark eyes glittering above a playful smile. "Like that 70s TV show."

Dan tried his best not to look annoyed. "That was Dan Tanna," he corrected.

"Oh . . . ." she trailed off, still smiling. "Well, I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. Tanner. Room 207."

He grumbled something along the order of a 'thank you' and headed through the doorway toward the stairwell. Room 207 was, thankfully, not too far from the second-floor door, opposite of which was a little nook with vending machines. Dan slipped the plastic card into the slot and pushed open the door.

Thank God, he thought as he felt the cool air within the room. They left the AC on. The curtains covering the window on the opposite side of the room billowed out, filled with the chilly air being blasted up from the undermounted unit. Dan felt the oily drops on his forehead cool immediately; he anticipated a long shower before lounging back upon one of the two beds in the room, comfortably naked, eating microwave popcorn and watching 'Adult Swim.'

The shower did wonders, washing away the sweat and the dank air of the airplane that seemed to have soaked into his pores. He brushed his teeth, but did not bother with shaving. That could wait for the morning.

Still, the stiffness was leaving his muscles and the cool air felt delicious on his skin. Dan took up the remote, standing naked in his room as he flipped through the channels. He watched a few moments of Discovery Health before settling on Comedy Central. The weariness in his body overcame him quickly enough, and he was soon asleep even before Tripping The Rift was over . . . .

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He jerked awake with a start, finding that he had tangled himself in the sheets and floral-print blanket atop the bed. The AC was still blasting, and now the room felt cold. Gritting his teeth in discomfort, Dan rolled from the bed and roughly twisted the dial to turn the air off.

The spiderwebs of whatever dream that had jolted him awake drifted away, leaving only a few ethereal images that danced in the back of his mind. The television was flickering with images of talking french fries and stoned-looking cartoon characters. Dan took a moment to let himself return fully to reality, rubbing his eyes and temples. A glance to the clock between the two beds in the room told him it was exactly midnight. The Witching Hour.

Hunger inexplicably gnawed at him, as well as thirst. He smacked sticky, dry lips and thought of the vending machines just down the hall from his room. The lure of sugar and sodium called to him like a siren song. Irresistible, like seeing a rack of personalized lighters at the counter of a convenience store.

He considered slipping his slacks back on and donning a shirt, but the vending machines were just a few steps down the hall. It was after midnight, after all, one minute past, to be exact; the chance of anyone being out in the corridors was slim.

Fuck it, Dan thought, snatching up the towel he'd tossed on the bed. It just encircled his waist, with enough slack to tie the ends together. He looked at himself in the mirror and chuckled. Have to make sure not to make any sudden moves, he thought.

Key card and a few crumpled dollar bills in hand, Dan stepped from his door and padded on bare feet down the carpeted hallway. A mild thrill coursed through him as he felt a gentle breeze flowing over his body. The thought of being nearly naked, with the faint possibility of someone opening their door and catching him, sparked a tinge of arousal.

The reason for the breeze became apparent once he reached the nook with the vending machines. A door on the other side of the enclosure had been propped open by a trash can; Dan was not sure if it had been that way when he had first come up from the lobby. The fresh air was cool but not cold, carrying a scent of ozone with it. He remembered something about the Chicago weather report saying that rain was a possibility.

The faint breeze tugged at his towel like the hands of mischievous imps as he fed the vending machines the dollar bills. He glanced to the open door as he retrieved his Diet Coke and M&Ms. The sign on the wall beside the doorway read 'Stairs and Roof Access.'

His arousal spiked again as a memory came back, pulled up from one and a half decades of dormancy. Sophomore year in college, drinking with his buddies, being dared to streak through Hollings Hall in nothing but his tennis shoes . . . .

Dan laughed at the memory. He remembered the shocked, giggling, and sometimes interested looks the young coeds had given him as they watched him running through the dorm. Word had spread quickly, and girls were soon peeking out of every door. Some had even smacked his butt as he darted past. That single night, never repeated, had earned him the nickname 'Flash.'

His parents had always assumed it was because of his track records.

The lingering exhilaration of exhibitionism returned with the memory, enticing him. Dan eyed the stairwell speculatively. He knew that the reasonable course of action would be to return to his room, watch a little TV, maybe jack off if that was what it took to satisfy his libido.

But he had spent most of his twenties and all of his thirties being 'reasonable.' A reasonable job, a reasonable salary, a reasonable marriage that had not worked out . . . .

Fuck it, thought Dan once more as he stepped toward the stairwell. I'm a thousand miles from home. If I can't break out of my mold here, then where can I?

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Nicole Teske – called Nikki, or, by her room mate, Nik-Nik – had just come up the stairs to the second floor when she saw the well-built man heading to the opposite stairwell, past the vending machines. It took her a moment to register what she was seeing: a nearly-naked man, wearing only a towel, walking as comfortably and calmly as if he were alone in his house. A moment later, he was gone, turning past the other side of the doorway toward the stairs beyond.

Nikki blinked, feeling a slight rush rumble its way through her body. There was no accounting for it, none that she could rationalize. She had seen men in towels before; at twenty-six, she was hardly a virgin, and had enjoyed her share of wild times . . . and men. But there was something about this man in just a towel. His body, his casual confidence, the movement of muscles beneath his skin. He was sexy.

The plastic bag in Nikki's hand felt heavy, laden with munchies and cigarettes from the corner store down the street. She knew she should have gone back to her room to work on the details of the presentation she was due to give the following morning at the Insurance Adjusters convention. She was in Chicago on business, after all. This was not a vacation.

But all work and no play makes Nikki a dull girl, she thought with a mischievous tug at the corners of her mouth. Oh, hell, he's probably just going to his room . . . upstairs . . . .

But wouldn't they have their own vending machines on the third floor?

* * *

Dan paused at the third-floor landing, looking up toward the roof access door thirteen steps above him. Excitement mingled with anxiety made him feel his heart thumping in his chest. The door stood wide-open, and for a moment, Dan wondered if there was some maintenance worker on the roof. The breeze blowing down through the door swept across him more firmly, almost threatening to divest him of the towel. Reflexively, he clutched at the knot that held it in place, and ascended the stairs.

The roof was dark, bathed in shadow, with streetlight streaming up from below, creating a pale whitish haze just beyond the edge of the roof. Moonlight fell upon the gravel that covered the roof, providing just enough light that Dan could see where his feet took him. His relatively pale skin glowed slightly.

His eyes darted about, looking for the phantom maintenance man. But the shadows did not stir; there was no one about. Dan wondered as to why the roof door would be allowed to remain open, then decided it was not worth wondering why.

This is serendipity, he thought. One of those moments in life when you're handed a golden apple. So, are you going to take a bite of forbidden fruit, Dan? Or are you going to throw the apple away and go back to safer pastures?

A wicked grin split Dan's face. Stepping carefully, he avoided the larger pieces of gravel and made his way to the middle of the roof, leaving the door glowing and open behind him. The crisp air, stronger now with the scent of ozone, caressed him. It was a sensual feeling, one he wanted to feel everywhere. He stooped for a moment, setting his soda and candy on the roof, then straightened and removed the towel.

"Ahh . . . ."

The moment the damp night air touched his genitals, Dan felt his arousal grow exponentially. The thrill of being naked, outdoors at night, with hundreds of people below him in the hotel none the wiser, was indescribable. He could hear unintelligible voices drifting up from the parking lot below, which was shared by the hotel with a diner. There were no buildings near enough to threaten Dan with the chance of being casually spotted.

He was safely hidden from casual eyes, yet still exposed. The exhilaration was palpable to him; he could touch it, and it touched back, running over his body, stroking, caressing, urging him.

He closed his eyes, extended his arms, tilted his head back. He felt the radiance of the moon, glowing with reflected light from the sun on the other side of the world. Cotton-like wisps of cloudstuff drifted across the moon's surface, blurring the face upon it that smiled down upon him.

Oh, to be the Moon, Dan thought. Watching the world below, seeing everything in its entirety. What secrets you must know . . . .

A car pulled into the parking lot below, speakers blaring music. Nine Inch Nails. Dan chuckled. He remembered when Trent Reznor's 'industrial' sound was new; now, almost twenty years later, his music was timeless, raw. It seemed the perfect compliment for what Dan was doing.

He began with small movements at first, just taking in the music as it was filtered up to him through the chaos of traffic on the highway. Somewhere distant, thunder rumbled, but it only added to the powerful beat and grinding message of the music.

"The only thing that works for me/

Help me get away from myself . . . ."

Dan had never considered himself much of a dancer; he had decidedly 'white boy' moves, and knew it. Dancing was part of the urban nightlife mating ritual, to which Dan never felt he belonged. But there were times, like now, alone and naked in the world, in which he could feel the music directing him. Without the self-conscious anxiety of knowing others were watching him, Dan let his body, his hands, move in ways that might have otherwise embarrassed him.

The idea of letting go was an even more powerful aphrodisiac than his nudity, and he went with it, allowing himself to be free and expressive.

All without the knowledge that he was being watched the entire time.

* * *

Nikki's hunch had paid off, and she allowed herself a congratulatory grin as she peered around the corner of the doorway, watching the man on the roof. He was less than twenty feet away, bathed in moonlight, silhouetted against the world by the ghostly glow that shimmered at the edge of the rooftop. Naked, he looked even more delicious than when he'd had the towel on.

She could just hear the pounding, erotic beat of Nine Inch Nails emanating from somewhere below, and could not blame the man for being inspired by the music. She had a special place in her erotic memories for the carnal music; she'd once made love to an ex-boyfriend throughout the entire course of a NIN album. They had been the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.

He moves like a male stripper, Nikki thought, watching the man with all the naughty excitement of a child peering upon Santa Claus as presents were laid by the tree. Damn, he's got nice arms, strong, muscular . . . and a butt I could nibble on all day . . . .

Nikki held back a gasp as he turned in profile to her. His penis was semi-hard, hanging down thickly at an angle from his body. His pubic hair was like a wispy dark cloud around the base. Nikki felt her own excitement growing, wetness seeping into her panties as she watched the man's cock grow and stiffen. His hands wandered up and down his body as he danced, occasionally brushing his swelling shaft.

Oh, God, please, she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. Please do it . . . .

The sight of a man masturbating had always turned Nikki on. As a teenager, she had caught her older brother pleasuring himself one day in his bedroom, and watched through the crack of his slightly-open door as his strong hand stroked up and down his cock. The sight of his semen spurting from the tip of his dick onto his stomach had made Nikki weak in the knees.

Her boyfriends had often been reluctant to indulge her fantasy of watching a man jack off, and Nikki pined for the day in which she could catch another man masturbating. Now, finally, she had her chance.

"Do it," she whispered, then caught her breath, afraid the man might have heard her. But he did not; he was still caught up in his own fantasy world.

Subconsciously, Nikki slipped her hand beneath her skirt, rubbing herself through the thong that barely covered her pussy, in anticipation of watching this handsome stranger do what she so ardently hoped he would . . . .

* * *

Dan couldn't believe how aroused he was. The combination of being naked outdoors, with the night air lusciously flowing around him, the fresh, charged air, the music . . . his libido was in high gear, sending messages to his groin. As he danced, Dan looked down to his crotch to see his cock engorged to its full impressive length. It swayed back and forth, gloriously enjoying the feel of the wind and ozone-charged air.

He smoothed his hands down his torso, still muscular and flat even in his mid-thirties, and gathered his cock and balls in his hands. He breathed in, biting his lip, calling up a fantasy. His cock twitched as his hand wrapped around the shaft. Slowly, he began pumping it. Pre-cum seeped from the tip; he could actually see it glistening in the moonlight. The fingers of his other hand pressed into his balls, massaging them, sending erotic chills through his body.

He rolled his hips in time with the music that wafted up to him; no longer Nine Inch Nails, now it was Stabbing Westward. Maybe the sensuality of the music wasn't as direct, but it remained basically raw and inspiring.

His left hand joined his right around his shaft, gripping it tightly, and he kept them still as he moved his hips. His fantasy conjured up some willing and uninhibited slut, on her knees, accepting his thrusts into her mouth. His cock slid back and forth in his tight, two-handed grip, lubricated by the precum seeping out. He groaned in pleasure. Every nerve in his body tingled with excitement.

* * *

Nikki whimpered as she watched the man masturbating. The entire scene was just too much for her; her pussy was literally dripping, sweet fluid soaking into the material of her thong. Hurriedly, no longer caring if her movements caught the man's attention, she reached beneath her skirt and slid the undergarment down, feeling the silk fabric cling to her swollen lips for a moment before they were falling to her ankles. Her hand returned instantly to her overheated pussy, stroking the lips. The aroma of her arousal surrounded her.

God, just look at him, she thought. Oh, fuck, he's so sexy . . . and what a beautiful thick cock . . . damn, I could suck and fuck that thing all day and be happy . . . oh!

Her mental gasp became a real one, and once more, Nikki bit her lip to hold back any further utterances. She could not remember a time when she had been more turned on. Her juices literally dribbled down the insides of her thighs as she stroked her pussy. Her clit buzzed each time her fingers passed over it; the lubrication she exuded allowed the tips of her French-nailed fingers to slip inside her with ease.

Leaning with one shoulder against the doorway, Nikki arched her back, pushing up on the tips of her toes as she spread her legs and plunged two fingers inside her needy pussy. Her palm smacked wetly against her stiff clit. Her eyes were heavy with lust, yet she was determined not to miss a moment as the man – this gorgeous fucking man – masturbated before her. Images of being in front of him, on her knees, or bent over, letting him take her, ravish her, fuck her, filled her mind.

Her orgasm was already building, rolling fast and sure and undeniable through her body. Nikki only hoped its arrival would not distract her, would not rob her of a single moment.

* * *

The rest of the world became tuned out; Dan wasn't hearing the music anymore, wasn't thinking of anything but the pleasure of the moment. And what pleasure it was. Masturbating upon the roof of a hotel, bathed in moonglow, crisp night air caressing his body like the hands of sexy, invisible muses . . . .

He felt his balls tighten, his orgasm beginning its slow, inexorable march up through his cock, just as the first drops of rain fell upon him. The added sensation only heightened the eroticism of the moment. The rain began to fall in earnest, deluging him. It soaked into his hair and ran in rivulets down his body. Some of the stinging drops pelted the tip of his cock, making him twitch in pleasure.

There came a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning directly overhead. Just at the moment of release, Dan pressed the middle finger of his left hand into the base of his cock, stemming the eruption for a moment. He felt his PC muscle contract and flex, pushing up the fluid. For a moment, he held his orgasm in check, grunting with the effort.

Then he brought his hands away, and let the flood gates erupt.

* * *

The glistening water flowing down over the stranger's body only accentuated his sexiness. Here was a modern god, Nikki thought, primal and earthy, uninhibited and arousing. At home with his sexuality, enjoying his own body the way Nikki wished she could. She loved the way the rain washed over him, accentuating his corded muscles, making that fucking gorgeous cock glisten.




Midnight: Exposed



Nikki could tell the man was close to cumming, just as she was. Her eyes blazed as she locked her gaze upon his cock, watching it throb and pulse, jutting out with such incredible stiffness. She could just imagine the feel of that rock-hard cock filling her pussy, or her mouth, could just imagine the anticipation of the rush of fluid that was about to come.

And then it did.

Nikki gasped aloud, whimpering and moaning as her own orgasm took hold of her, commanding her, dominating her, as she watched the thick pulses of fluid jet from the head of the man's cock. First came a mighty arc of glowing milky fluid that shot a good four or so feet into the air. Then another, less powerful, burst, then another, and another. The man's face was contorted in sweet orgasmic rapture; Nikki whimpered vicariously.

"Oh, Jesus!" moaned Nikki, madly fucking herself with her fingers. Her inner muscles contracted, sucking hard on her fingers, her clit pulsed and spasmed. Fluid gushed into her palm, flowed down the insides of her thighs. Nikki gasped again, not caring about the noise she was making. Her entire body rolled and bucked, as if she was being fucked. She clutched her pussy in her hand, squeezing it savagely. She could feel the slippery puddle of cum in the palm of her hand, loved the way it dripped over her fingers.

She finally opened her eyes, not realizing she had squeezed them shut as she came. Her vision was blurry, but she made the effort to focus.

And when she did, she found that the man was looking directly at her.

* * *

Dan did not know what to say or do. His orgasm had been intense, one of the strongest and most consuming he had ever experienced. It left him light-headed and breathless, but not completely without his faculties.

At some point, he had heard feminine gasps and moans above the sounds of the storm, but had not truly registered them. But once he was spent, with his cock softening and dripping to the gravel below, reality began to return. He shook rainwater from his face, blinking away heavy droplets.

He looked to the doorway, and saw her. A slender young woman, leaning against the frame, clad in a loose blouse and frilly little skirt, the latter bunched up around her waist, revealing naked thighs and hips. The position of her right hand between her legs left no doubt as to what she was doing, and the expression on her face registered naught but bliss.

Then her eyes opened, and met his. Bliss switched to shock in an instant.

Dan's mouth worked for a moment as he tried to speak, tried to come up with something to say. His emotions were jumbled; should he feel embarrassed, or proud? Ashamed or flattered? This woman in the doorway, with her short brown hair and wide dark eyes, her hand gripping her crotch beneath her skirt, had obviously enjoyed what she had seen. Yet social mores told Dan he should feel chastised.

"Look—" he began, intending to explain, not that he would know how.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed the woman, and without another word, she turned and bolted down the stairs, snatching up a plastic bag along the way. Her movements allowed Dan to catch sight of her naked ass beneath the skirt, but only for a brief, delicious moment.

Dan started for the door, then winced and cursed as a large piece of gravel bit into his foot. Hobbling, he made it to the doorway, taking up his drenched soda, candy and towel along the way. He leaned against the frame, brought up his foot, and plucked a sharp dark stone from the pad between his first two toes. There was no blood; Dan had earned his calluses through nearly two decades working on his feet. Still, the superficial wound stung.

Dan took in a breath, let it out. The cacophony of the rain just outside the door drowned out the hammering in his chest. The air chilled his rain-slicked body. He wrapped the soggy towel around his waist, his mind working to make sense of what had happened. He was not sure how to react to the knowledge that he had been watched by a pretty young woman as he masturbated. Shame, excitement, intrigue, and arousal all fought for prominence in his mind.

Then he noticed the silver-grey thong on the floor, just inside the doorway. Dropped, no doubt, by the woman.

With a sly smile, Dan bent and retrieved it. Even before he brought it to his nose, he could smell the ripe, tangy fragrance upon it. The fabric was saturated; the woman's scent was ripe and pure. Impulsively, Dan licked the tiny gusset, getting a taste of the woman who had watched him.

With a cocky smile, Dan headed back down the stairs, sniffing the skimpy garment as he went.

* * *

"Dan Tanner? Hi. Greg Raleigh. You're a little early for your presentation."

Dan smiled, shook the short, pudgy man's hand. "Early is on time, on time is late, and late is not acceptable," he said, remembering his old military training. That, too, seemed like a lifetime ago.

Raleigh gave a confused smile and shrugged. "Uh, right," he said. He lead Dan through a short hallway in the hotel toward a closed door. "There's another presentation going on right now, and then there'll be fifteen minutes for you to get set up. Um . . . anything you need?"

Dan shook his head with a confident grin. He patted the leather satchel he carried. "Nope. Got everything I need right here."

Raleigh nodded, then stepped away, eyeing a group of suit-clad men nearby. Dan let the man excuse himself, then mentally went over what he was to say to a group of weary, conservative businessmen who had already seen the 'be all and end all' of the insurance biz.

But Dan really did not care about how well his presentation would be received. His mind was on the night before. He could still smell the rich fragrance of his voyeur's arousal in his senses. The banalities of his professional life paled in comparison to the excitement he had experienced the evening before.

Finally, Dan was allowed into the conference room that had been rented for the convention. Men and women in business suits, their expressions hard and professional, lingered in the room as Dan went about the mechanical operations of setting up his presentation. It took him only a few minutes, since the projector was already on and primed. He set out his transparencies, went over his notes, and waited for the attendees to file in.

Raleigh spoke with him for a moment, diverting Dan's attention from those who filled the seats. The forty-something organizer of the convention went over basic protocols and clued Dan in on some of the dignitaries in attendance, then stepped back.  

Dan cleared his throat, took a drink of water before addressing the room. His eyes scanned over the stolid, blank faces that watched him. Most were men.

"Gentlemen," he began, then added, as he noted at least one woman in the first couple of rows: "And ladies. Thank you for coming. I'll try not to make this presentation on claim adjustment procedures as boring as some of those you've heard already."

There were a couple of chuckles in response to his opening. Dan forced an amiable smile as he looked out upon his audience. Most of the faces looked bored, yet professionally expectant. "All right, then, let's get on with . . . it . . . ."

Dan's words trailed off as he spied one face amongst the crowd, a face he had seen the night before, face flushed and glowing with orgasmic rouge, round dark eyes drinking him in with lust and longing. Now, those eyes were softer, more sly, the smile beneath them impish and knowing. She wore a tasteful business suit, like the others around her, but her mere presence was arousing.

Dan swallowed nervously, capturing the woman's eyes. Then he smiled, upon seeing her encouraging look. He cleared his voice. "Yes," he said. "Let's get on with it."

* * *

Dan felt the presentation had gone well. He'd had some good ideas that had sparked some discussion, and for that, he was glad. But as much as he enjoyed sharing his insights and insurance business savvy with dyed-in-the-wool old-timers, what was really on his mind was the attentions, and intentions, of the pretty brunette who watched him with knowing eyes all through the presentation.

". . . very informative, Mr. Tanner," said a heavy-jowled man as he took Dan's hand. "I like your approach to handling personal claims. Very original, and efficient. I've left my card for you."

Dan nodded, even as he glanced past the rotund old businessman to the brunette behind him, waiting patiently for her turn. He shook the man's hand, thanked him. The bulldog of a man sauntered away, allowing the woman behind him to approach.

"Hi," she said simply, cocking her head to the side. She had cut her hair short, while leaving long wispy bangs that just barely graced her eyelashes. It was a look that combined sensuality with intelligence in Dan's mind.

"Hi," he said back. "Did you enjoy the presentation?"

She pursed her lips, suppressing a smile. "Not as much as the one I saw last night."

Dan drew in a deep breath, feeling his arousal being triggered. He could feel his cheeks burning slightly. "Oh. Really."

She nodded slowly, never taking her glittering dark eyes from Dan's. "Really."

Dan cleared his throat, not sure of how to respond. "I'm Daniel Tanner," he said professionally, extending his hand. "West coast branch of—"

"Nicole Teske," she said quickly, taking his hand. Her eyes bore into his, conveying volumes of interest and desire. Her cheeks darkened slightly. "Call me Nikki."

Dan caressed her fingers with his own, staring into those sexy round orbs. "Nice to meet you . . . Nikki."

She blushed, just a little, her eyes dipping a moment. "I think you have something of mine," she said cagily.

Dan couldn't help but smile. He knew what she meant, of course. In fact, the tiny thong was, at present, balled up in the pocket of his professional dress slacks. "I think I do," he said.

Nikki bit her lip. "So . . . ."

Dan arched an eyebrow. "'So?'" he countered.

Nikki gave him a catlike grin. "So . . . meet me on the roof tonight," she said in a breathless voice, barely audible. "And you can give them back."

Dan slowly smiled with knowing. "I will," he said.

-finis-



Midnight Express to Savior



 Public Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: A Stripper finds herself repenting to a Nun in a lowly subway car!

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Why is she looking at me?

Can she tell? Can she see through my coat and know what I wear beneath it?

No, it's impossible.

But is it?

Gosh I sure hope it's my imagination.

But there she did it again. Yes I am sure of it now. She's judging me, I just know it.

What makes her so much better? That she can sit smugly in an empty subway car looking down at me.

I'm just as good as she is!

No, not really.

She's a Nun, a woman of the faith.

Still how can she tell I just got off work?

Is the smell of smoke and alcohol that strong?

It must be, she couldn't possibly see my outfit beneath these cloths.

But she knows, I just know it. The way she keeps looking at me from time to time, with that look of lowly pity.....and disgust.

Well what the hell does she want from me? Not everyone can be as good as she is! Not every one can be righteous and sinless. I have to pay the bills somehow.

Besides, what's it too her that I do what I do? She doesn't know the hours I put in the gym, toning my body to perfection. She doesn't know how it's like performing before a bunch of salivating men. Its hard work. Why should she care what its all for?

But she does care. She surely pity's me for using my body and not my mind. How loving of her. But that's where her love ends, I'm sure of it.

In her eyes I'm nothing but a snake, a heathen snake. She's seen right through my thick coat, into my soul and seen the stripper inside.

But what does she want me to do about it? Take off my coat? Reveal who I am with out shame? I have no shame. So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.

Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already knows who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must be thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am. 

I do suppose there's no use wearing it any more. She assuredly knows what I wear beneath it. No reason to hide what she must already know, that I'm a stripper.

Fine, I'll remove it. Then maybe she can shut up and stop staring at me.

Did her eyes just grow wide? Yes they did! But I thought she knew. I thought she could tell what I was already wearing. Well now she knows for sure. What other reasons could I have for wearing 5 inch heels, a micro skirt, and skin tight top? No doubt I just confirmed her suspicions of me.

Should I put the coat back on? No, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm a stripper, a shameful, shameful stripper.

Look at her, she thinks even lower of me now. I can see it in her disapproving eyes. She's no longer looking at my face, but at the spectacle I call cloths.

She detests them I can tell. No self-respecting woman would ever be caught wearing these. Only a woman who was a tramp, a slut. A woman whose only worth is as a sexual object for men to slobber over.

That's what I am and she knows it.

But what can I do about it? I am what I am.

Can't she just stop looking and leave me alone. I'll never be as good as her. I'm just a stripper, and that's all I ever will be. I'll even prove it to her. I'll strip right here and show her how I shake my tits and flaunty my hairless pussy!

No no no. This is a woman of faith. Of respect. She would never want to see my sinful displays.

But there is another look in her eyes. It's a look of compassion, of understanding.

Maybe she does want me to take off these cloths. Remove the symbols of my profession. Cast them away in hopes for something better.

Oh I so want her to accept me. To look at me in a higher light. Perhaps if I just....

The expression on her face hasn't changed yet. She has to know I just undid the clasp of my top. Does she want me to let it fall free? Why wont she let me know? Why is she only sitting there, staring at me.

I let it fall.

Nothing, just staring.

The cold night air hardening my nipples. Gosh she must think I enjoy this, that I'm a slut even here before her. But surely she knows how cold the air is? But she's looking at my left breast. I know what she see, my nipple ring. Yes, she does think I'm a slut.

I hook the tops of my skirt. Still not a change in her face.

There they go, off as well.

Gosh are those plastic seats cold.

Now will she accept me? Will this be enough? 

But where is she looking now? At my thong? Take that off too? Why? I must wear something. What if someone else comes in? I can hear people in the other sub car.

But I must. I have to shed the remaining part of my filth. This woman commands it.

The black garment pools around my heels. I kick them off as well, completely exposed to this pious woman. 

I resist the urge to cover my sex and breasts with my hands. She has seen through to my soul, surely she cares nothing for my sinful curves.

I can see her looking between my legs, at my shaved cunt. How disappointed she must be. Here she thought she was helping a woman, but I'm nothing but a girl. A girl with a hairless pussy. I did it for the job, where men like girls shaved. But to her I am still a little girl with a bald pussy. 

But will she still help me? Will she still forgive me? I look at her face but still I see nothing. No change. Does she accept me yet? I do not know. What else must I do? I have stripped my cloths, the symbol of my degradation! What else is there to do? Can't she see the tears forming in my eyes?

Now her eyes are down cast, looking at the floor. Yes, that's what she must want. She wants me to kneel before her, to announce my repentance and beg for her acceptance.

My knees touch the cold metal of the sub car, where thousands of feet have undoubtedly stepped before. I am completely naked, presenting myself humbly to my nun, my savior.

At first I can only look down, unworthy to look at someone so superior. But finally I look up into her eyes. Nothing, no change in her face. We just continue to stare into each other's eyes.

Maybe she wants me to ask her something. Beg for her acceptance. Yes, I should beg. I open my mouth to speak.

But I can't. What if she says no? What if she rejects me and cast me away like the useless rubbish that I know I am.

I can't help it. I break down and sob.

Quickly in a desperate last attempt to save myself I lower my head to her shoes and kiss them.

Over and over I cover them in pleading kisses as tears roll down my eyes and loud sobs echo off the subway car walls.

Suddenly I feel a hand grab hold of my chin.

It is her.

She ever so gently lifts my head until we are again looking into each other's eyes.

Tears are still rolling down my face as I whisper 'Please!'

My heart leaps as she smiles and gently shakes her head. Then moves forward to kiss my forehead.

It has happened. She's finally accepted me. She no longer sees me as the slut stripper I was but as a little girl begging for forgiveness and love.

The train begins to slow as she gently lifts me to my feet and covers my naked body again with my coat.

We exit the car together, hand in hand. My purse and clothes still on the seat left behind.

I don't know where she's taking me, but it's probably to her convent. There they know how to deal with girls like me.

The End!

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Midnight Fantasy



FOR M.H. (with hope)

A room without light, heavy damask drapes over towering windows, refusing entry to the moon.

You. 

Me. Summoned by He who controls; by He who is loved above all, just inside the doorway, knowing that it is locked behind me. Blind in the dark, blindness compounded by the black silk tied over my eyes, a condition of the invitation. I wear what You sent: long, heavy burgundy gown of velvet, slit up the side to reveal half my right thigh. Heels. Stockings. No panties, no bra. Silk white opera gloves covering each delicate finger and sheathing me to my elbows, dulling my tactile ability. 

The room smells faintly of lilac and ginger. My body is prepared for You. Soft, freshly bathed and without scent, my hair down in wandering currents of curls, my lips adorned with nothing more than a wet glossing from my nervous tongue. The neckline of the gown plunges into my cleavage, leaving the silver brand You put about my throat to stand out against my skin. It feels heavy. Precious.

“Forward” You say.

Shivering at the sound of the voice I love, I take tiny steps into a room I do not know, into a blackness I cannot penetrate, seeking He who is more than Master to me. Silent, steps hesitant, wondering behind the blindfold if there is some wild cliff halfway to You, where I will be left in utter ruin and alone.

Step. Step. Step. Like a desperate child, hands outstretching now, seeking the air for some point of reference, but none exist here. Only the knowledge of You. I know the floor is wood. I know the window is open behind the curtains; I feel a stifled breeze and hear the play of the hem of the drapes dancing on the floor. I close my eyes behind the double darkness, feeling somehow more sure then.

“Stop.”

I obey. Always. Joyfully. 

“Relax.”

Am I able? A moment of panic, wondering if I can obey, then letting my hands rest full against my sides, breathing a long breath in through my nose, and out. 

You wait an intolerably long time to move, but when You do it is quick. I hear a sound; I know it is You, walking without shoes upon the wood floor. Then the drapes on smooth gliding metal mechanisms sliding hard, and the breeze is free. It comes to me, rushing cool and delighted with the arms of night to encircle me, dancing with me upon the floor while I do nothing but stand waiting, smiling at its greeting. Grateful for its cool breath down the cleavage and up the slitted skirt of the gown giving relief, I shift almost unconsciously to allow its fingers to play between my thighs.

I can almost feel You smile.

You move again. This time I can find you in the dark, pinning your place in my mind. You are to my left and in front. Now you are walking, further to the left, and I stand motionless while you circle. Taking an eternity to make one revolution, remaking my universe while I stand, considering what it means to be here.

To be Yours.

You start another revolution, moving counter clockwise, something unexpected for someone as generally predictable as You are. I like the surprises I have found in You. Gifts for me to open, hope when I least expect it. When I need it.

I wonder why you chose someone as dull as me.

Your revolution stops halfway round; You are behind me, somewhere, for I realize that in that split second of self-derision You have disappeared from my mind’s blank slate and now I do not know where to draw You in. I breath harder, feel the silver brand move serpentine and cool above my breasts. I want to speak; to scream for You.

You are behind me. RIGHT behind me, walking on silent cat feet like the fog. Making me shudder as your fingertips lift my hair, exposing my shoulders. You hold it up without tension so that I do not know if You are breathing into it, or caressing it, or simply testing the weight, then a shift and You have one hand free, the other holding my hair away from my shoulders.

You kiss my nape, and I moan. Do You know how I long for Your mouth? Your love? I think You know, and I think such knowledge gives You power a woman cannot otherwise bestow on a man, except to let Him chain her heart. I think in knowing You have joy, and if I give joy by giving You something as simple and coarse as my heart, I would give it over and over again.

As I have done. Am doing. Will do.

Sometimes I wonder and it is all a mystery. Sometimes I am sure. Always, I am a child. A lover. A slave, willingly captivated in chains I forged myself in love and gave to You in trust.

You open Your mouth against my throat and the sound You make is like a moan and an animal growl--soft, and dominant. It makes me fear and it makes me relax in the darkness, giving...always giving. Your fist wraps in my hair, tugging back my head only enough to expose my throat so that You can taste as You wish. Your mouth on my skin makes me shiver and long to touch. I fist my hands into the skirt of the dress, wishing for Your body.

Do You have wishes? I wish that You could be in my mind for a moment, when I am most vulnerable; when I am at Your feet.

Do You know the cost of loving You? Do You hear the scream of my pride bending to its knees, all in love for You, or feel the tension of self control snapping thread by thread one day after another, while I walk this path You put before me? I wish, oh god, how I wish You knew! 

Your mouth slides out to the top of my shoulder, washing me in warm pleasure. The fierce possession of Your hand in my hair leashes me; reminds me that my thoughts are only selfish pride and must not interfere. That You control, and I must obey. Simple.

So simple.

Your hand cups my hip, caressing. Your body presses into me from behind; I can feel the heat through the dress. You wear trousers but no shirt, and the need for you is like night needing its black cloak, or the sun needing its gold light. I have never been more afraid, nor more sure, nor closer to pain and pleasure than I am now. 

I think again. While Your hands move. Thoughts, and hands. 

How can You esteem me? Your hand, fingers wide, on my waist.

How can You break my heart every day? Your hand, sliding up to hold my breast.

How can I live without You? Your hand, in full possession of my heart.

I close my eyes in the dark and pleasure burns, and worry torments and delight mystifies, and I am desperately gathering up in meager hands any bit of anything that will please You. Words. Smiles. Sighs. Whispers. Love. Anything.

You whisper to me. Words of pride, not love, and to me they are the same. Your breath is hot on my throat; in my ear. Your hand slides into the slit, onto my thigh, while you murmur pride and I cannot imagine any finer pleasure than this. Your avid mouth is on my exposed throat, and I give myself to be taken, meager treasure for a King worthy of greater wealth.

Your mouth presses kisses and vibrates moans into my skin. Your hand slides up the outer curve of my thigh, leaving trails of scalding pleasure. I try to be still; to be patient, compliant, but I need too much; want to badly, and my lips part, and a little cry escapes me. You only murmur approval on my flesh, and suck at my shoulder, making me tremble. Your hips move against me, or is it me, pushing back into your hardness? I feel the imprint of you, hampered by damned cloth, and see stars beyond the black You wrap me in.

In this, I forget. All the moments and hours and days and weeks and months of waiting. All the doubt, and fear. All the insecurities. They run for their darker corners when You speak; when You love. When You approve. How can I regret any pain, when there is this? How can I feel any doubt, when there is a single whisper of a kiss, or a shadow of Your smile upon me?

I live for an hour among hundreds when You call me to You. For that one moment, when all is right and I am Yours. The hours burn between. 

But now I burn, the flesh meant to protect me now living fire beneath your hand, making me moan softly. Your lips brush my cheek; my heart melts and all that is within me softens and liquefies. The soft place between my thighs burns for You, as does my mind. We have not become One, yet we have always been One. The first night I knew, You murmured me to sleep. There was something in the shadows on the ceiling and the timbre of Your voice. Your sweet patience with me; Your desire. I did not think that it was truly for me, but for some fantasy all men seek. 

I am only flesh. Heart. Mind. Faults. And yet I feel blessed more than all, for I belong to You. 

Releasing the world and all its confinements, I lean back into Your body, You murmuring approval and allowing my head to rest back on Your shoulder. Supporting me; letting me bend away from my thoughts and into You. Seducing me away from my thoughts, tangled as they are, and into a place where all is simple, for all is under Your hand.

Without releasing Your hold on my hair you stalk around me, keeping me balanced by the mere assurance of Your presence, coming to stand before me and then Your mouth is on my skin again, on the other shoulder; the opposite side of my throat and along the descending path of my cleavage. Warm. So warm, and utterly possessive, and in that I struggle still to forget those things in me that are lacking. I have Your kiss upon my skin, what else in life could I need? I curl my fingers into fists, the need to touch You is so great, and as if You know my need You whisper, ‘Put your arms around Me, sweetheart’. 

I obey You with a little sound of need and pleasure and in the dark the silver brand of Your possession snaps and slips from my throat, slithering to the ground and into the pitch. Desperate and afraid in the dark, I make a sound of pain. Holding me You murmur, ‘Trust Me,’ and I wonder...do You not know that this is what I have done since the first moment? 

The dream snaps in that moment of pain, and with the breaking of the chain sleep breaks and I wake in darkness, aching, cheeks wet with tears for You.

Hope is a perilous thing. 



Midnight Fantasy



She was no ordinary woman. She was a Legend who fed on the souls of those men who knew of her...who loved her...who desired her...and also feared her. She had superhuman strength and used it to her sexual advantage. No man was safe when she was near because all were lured by her extreme sexuality...a power like no other...an irresistible force that reached out and seized the helpless victim. She was breathtakingly beautiful and only came out at night. She was The Woman in Black.

Tonight she was hungry and looking for fresh meat. She was searching through the little black book in her mind. Faces, many faces swam before her eyes...some were men she had already found and feasted on...some were new, more challenging men who would be harder to catch and tame. She was in the mood for something different...she was up for a challenge and at last her target became visible. Excitement cursed through her body making her so hot she was ready to explode. He would be alone tonight and she knew he needed her...he just didn't know it yet...

Danny was tired. It had been a long day and his wife was away again. Before she left he had tried to reach out to her but she was too busy as usual. How could a woman who had experienced such mind-blowing orgasms by his touch, not want more and more and more? He just couldn't understand it...it just seemed so wrong. He wondered if there was any woman on earth who could ever share his need of passionate sex...white, hot passion and the need to learn as much as there is to know about sex and all things sexual. For Dan was a man who craved sexual intimacy and needed to have, not just his body stimulated, but also his mind. His mind was an amazing place with an imagination that had no end. Yet once again, here he was in bed late at night with just his mind and his hands...alone with nobody to share in the beauty that was him.

The night was cool for this time in summer but the chill that ran up Dan's spine had nothing whatsoever to do with the weather. He could feel that his mind had made some sort of connection with another when he had wondered if there was any woman on earth who could match him. His hand stilled on his cock and he listened to the clock strike twelve. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the cool breeze that wafted through the open window of his bedroom. He even imagined that it felt like the caress of a woman's soft hand on his face. Suddenly his room seemed to fill up with a powerful electric current. His eyes automatically flew open.

There, before his window stood the shadowed figure of a woman. She had long dark hair and appeared to be wearing a long black dress. He had heard of her before...had wondered if she existed...and now he knew...here before him in his bedroom in the middle of the night, stood The Woman in Black. His cock jumped in his hand as he remembered stories he had heard of her super-natural powers and physical strength. This woman took whatever she wanted from a man and made him powerless to resist her. She automatically knew what her victims secretly desired and she turned their fantasies into a reality. 

Dan's whole body was tense with a mixture of fear and sexual excitement. His hand was still holding his now raging hard-on but he could not make a move to let go as he was stiff all over. She came closer and he saw the creamy flesh of her tits swelling over the top of her low cut dress. The material seemed to be velvet and it was exposing so much of her breasts that he could see the tops of her nipples as she moved. He was mesmerized and gripped with the impulse to reach out and touch her. But he dared not...for he had heard the stories of those who had tried and been 'tamed' by her.

Dan watched as her eyes turned into soft glowing lights which seemed to illuminate areas she was looking at. She focused on his naked body and then her eyes came to rest on his cock. She arched one perfect eyebrow and smiled knowingly. He thought about moving his hand then but found that she read his mind. His hand was as if glued into place and he could not move it. Now he had to be careful what he thought about or she would know...and he was not sure how much he could trust her.

She reached out her hand and touched the top of his head. She closed her eyes and Dan could feel the electric current run through her hand to create a hot sensation on his head. He felt as if every sexual thought he had ever had in his life, was being shared with her...every fetish he had...every desire....every fantasy. When she took her hand away he knew that she now had all the information she needed and wanted. In a strange way he now felt more connected to her as if they had been lovers for a long time but he still did not know anything about her. He had a feeling he would know much more by the time she was finished with him.

She now had all the knowledge of what turned him on and what he wanted to see and experience for she found that conversation wasted too much time when a man did not know or trust her. Thought transportation was a quicker means to get the basics needed during a first time experience. She now knew he wanted to see the rest of her tits so she pulled down the top of her dress to expose them for his viewing. His reaction was one of appreciation and was not lost on her. She loved having her tits looked at and now she showed him what else she loved.

She reached up to touch her nipples, softly at first but then more roughly, squeezing them between her strong fingers and pulling them while twisting them hard. He wondered what her hands would feel like on his aching cock which was still screaming out for some attention. She read his mind and he realized that his hand was now moving up and down on his cock. But it didn't feel like his own hand, it felt somewhat softer but moved in exactly the way he liked it. He realized that she was masturbating him with her mind. This seemed more powerful and incredible than if she had reached out physically to him.

She removed the lower part of her dress to expose a velvet corset which was laced up with leather cord and held up a pair of fishnet stockings. He knew even before he looked down that her shoes would be made with matching velvet and he was not disappointed. They were black velvet with the highest heel he had ever seen on a shoe. His eyes travelled up her legs to where the stockings ended and the creamy white skin of her upper thighs appeared, then he stopped short. The breath he had been holding came out in a quick loud rush as he noticed she was not wearing any underwear. 

There was not a hair in sight, only the two swollen lips of her pussy were visible. He longed for a taste of the juice he knew was forming inside her. She reached down and ran her finger between her soft lips, bringing it out wet and glistening with her juices. She held her finger out to him and he smelt her scent, his body reacting with a hunger like that of a wild animal. His tongue came out and he licked the tip of her finger. She slid her finger deep inside his mouth and he hungrily sucked on it. His cock was dry and needed some moisture so she took back her finger and opened her beautiful mouth. She allowed a long rope of drool to fall from her mouth onto her hand and then she replaced his hand on his cock with her own slippery wet one.

Dan was now in heaven looking at the beauty in black with her large tits exposed and her drool being worked all over his cock by her strong capable hand. He looked at her mouth and sighed as he imagined what it would feel like around his cock. She smiled as she read his mind and the next thing he knew, he was out of his bed and pinned against the wall. It was as if there were invisible ropes holding him tight, like he was actually part of the wall itself with his arms outstretched like a T. All that stuck out was his rock hard cock, still wet from her saliva. She got down on her knees and looked up at him, her sensual mouth forming a smile that matched her eyes in an expression of wonder.

Her mouth was now perfectly in line with his erect, throbbing cock and he could feel her warm breath against him, making him shiver with desire. She licked her lips thoroughly and then slid him slowly into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. This was like heaven for Dan, like waking up from a dream to find that the reality was even better. That look, that expression of deep sexual hunger on her face...this was better than he could ever have imagined. She closed her eyes and sucked him in and out of her mouth, running the tip of her tongue around the rim of his engorged head. 

He wanted to touch her but his hands would not move. She read his mind and stopped sucking for a few seconds to stare intently into his eyes. Her eyes held promises of more to cum...and he felt her wanting him to be patient and just enjoy what she was doing. Then she closed her eyes and began to suck him again. Slowly, with maddening precision, she took him all the way into her mouth and then surprised him by allowing him to slide down her throat. She held him there for a few seconds, squeezing her throat muscles around the head of his cock. Then she eased him out again to tease the rim of his mushroom, only to take him all the way back down her throat. Again she squeezed him and repeated the sequence over and over in the same slow rhythm till he thought he would lose all control.

She seemed to know the exact moment when he was ready to cum and then she stopped all movement. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes and locking onto them till she felt him relax again. Then she took his hands and placed them at the back of her head. She took his cock all the way to the back of her throat as deep as he could go and then began moving her head back and forth rapidly so that he was fucking her mouth. Her look was pleading as she stared into his eyes, urging him to use her mouth like a pussy. He grabbed at her hair, trapping it in his fists as he fucked her mouth, slamming his cock home like never before and meeting with no resistance from her at all. Of course, she was a fantasy woman with super powers...naturally she would have no gagging reflex.

He wanted to pull out of her mouth to see his entire cock coated in her saliva, so he did. He pulled all the way out of her mouth and gazed with wonder at his slippery wet cock. One long rope of her saliva was hanging off the end of his cock and still attached to her mouth. He pulled back further and she used the tip of her tongue to wind the saliva around her tongue, like someone winding a long strand of pasta around a fork. He was amazed at her skillful tongue and could only stare at her in silence.

Then he slowly pulled her head towards his cock again and fucked her face with all the force he could muster. He just couldn't get enough! When he again neared bursting point she halted him mid thrust, waiting till he calmed down. He couldn't believe how she knew when to stop, almost a second before he knew it himself. It was truly mind-blowing. He didn't have to think at all with this woman. She needed no prior warning and all he had to do was enjoy the incredible ride. He started to feel like she really would be able to make every one of his fantasies cum true. She had already done that by having him forcefully fuck her face....

His mind flew to one of his other much thought about fantasies, which made his mouth water and his cock jerk back to bursting point. She read his thought at the same time, as already she was up and bending over the edge of his bed. The bed seemed to lift automatically so that her ass was at the correct height for him to fuck from behind. She was bent over the corner of the bed so that she could twist around to the side and hang her tits over the edge as well. His whole body tensed with anticipation of what she was allowing him to do to her. He had been awake on many nights, thinking about doing this and knowing that the woman sleeping beside him would flat-out refuse to participate. Yet here he was with this thrilling woman inviting him to fuck her ass and mouth at his leisure. It really didn't get much better than this!

His cock was still soaked in her saliva so he spat on his hand and rubbed gently over her puckered up back hole. It was tight and looked impossibly hard to penetrate. He gently eased into her pussy instead, enjoying the way his head was spinning with sensations. She was wet and tight and hot around his sensitive cock. He could let go and cum now and it would all be over, but there was no way that he would let that happen. He gently fucked her pussy, delighting in the sexy squishing sounds they made together. He watched her tits bounce as he fucked her and wanted at once to touch them. He bent forward and reached around to pull her nipples. They were so large and hard that he didn't want to let them go. But he knew that he needed to let them go now. 

He pulled out of her slowly and walked around to her head. Once again her face was at the perfect height so that her mouth was in line with his cock. He held his cock with one hand and offered it to her mouth. She licked at it and then swallowed it all the way to his balls. She sucked at him, coating him again in her saliva. He closed his eyes and enjoyed being in her mouth. Then he gave a few thrusts inside her mouth and pulled out again. He walked back around behind her and fucked her pussy again for a few seconds. 

Then he couldn't wait anymore. He pulled out of her pussy and began to nudge at her asshole. She pushed back against him till the head of his cock eased through her tight rim of muscle. As his head popped through, he felt the rim contract around him. He had to stop for a second as he felt like a surge of cum was threatening to end his dream too suddenly. Once he regained composure he began to push slowly into her. She pushed back against him, urging him on. Once he was in all the way, he pulled slowly out again and repeated that a few times. He loved the way it felt when his whole cock came all the way out and his head popped in again. He loved the way it looked when he saw her hole slowly beginning to widen as she relaxed to accommodate him.

Holding back was getting too hard and he decided to just begin some hard ass-pounding! He fucked her long and hard till he was breathing quite heavily. Then he pulled out of her and walked around to her head. Her beautiful sexy mouth opened immediately to accept his thick cock, straight from having just fucked her ass. He let her suck him clean for a bit and then grabbed her hair to pull her hard against him. He plowed into her mouth over and over again, consumed with a feeling of total disbelief at what was happening. After he fucked her mouth, he went back around to her ass and pounded it some more. He knew he was not going to last much longer at this rate. She was just too fucking hot!

Finally he pulled out of her ass and she knew it was time...he needed release. She was on her knees in front of him in a flash, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to beg... He couldn't resist reaching for her to take his cock in her mouth one more time. He drove his cock into her willing mouth, all the way down her throat once more. The feeling that this was his last chance to experience something so fucking awesome spurred him on. Finally they both knew he was about to cum. He pulled out of her mouth and used his hand to guide the direction of cum. Long white ribbons of cum spurted from his cock and landed on her face and tits with some landing on her hair as well. Her mouth was open to receive as much of his offering as possible, so he aimed the last ribbon into her hot cum cave and emptied the last drops of his load straight onto her tongue. The look of pure lust in her eyes as she licked his cum from around the edges of her lips, inspired him to lean forward and kiss her.

This was the first time she had allowed such a thing to happen and to go unpunished...but she could break her own rules just this once... 



Midnight Fantasy



I always wondered if she knew that I was watching her. I saw her the first time in the LRC. She was minding her own business and doing some school stuff. I think she felt my eyes on her because she glanced over at me. A slight smile came my way and then I turned away. I didn't want her to know that right then, I had a crush on her. Love at first sight definitely had new meaning for me, right at that moment.

I began to think about what I would do if she ever started to like me the same way that I liked her. I thought about some things that I did with my ex and the thoughts soon took form in a fantasy. Should current situations change, the one thing that I would want to do is this:

I wanna come up behind her in a parking lot and hug her from behind. As she realizes who it is and turns her head, I wanna meet her mouth in a warm, wet kiss. As she attempts to turn around, I use my hug from behind to keep her from moving. Using the surroundings of the school for an example, I would lead her around back where there is a small picnic table.

"I wanna put my cock in your ass," I tell her. "But before I can put it in there, I need some sort of lubrication. And your tongue is just about right." I lead her to the table and lay her down so that her head is more or less dangling off of one end. I use my hands to help hold her head as I unzip my pants and put my already hot and ready cock into her mouth. So, with her head upside down, her throat is a straight-in shot from the way her head is. I decide not to shove in and simply let her lick and slurp on my cock till it is good and wet. When I back out, she is quick to turn around so that her bare ass is pointed at me. I waste no time and slowly slide my slippery cock into her tight ass. Only, I think it's her ass. Because I haven't had sex in a while, I've actually slipped it into her pussy. And as soon as I'm halfway in, the ridge of my cock connects with the ridges in her pussy and immediately I know, I never really needed any lubrication. Her pussy is hotter than her mouth and wetter. Against my better judgment, I don't remove my cock and start to thrust in and then pull out.

I do this several times. She isn't protesting and I know this is what she wants. At one point, I push into her all the way and then tell her to stand up as best as possible. She does (just barely) and then I help her turn around. "I guess it's tonight," I barely whisper and her head nods. Giving my cock and her pussy a bit of a break (a quiet before the storm), reach out and pull her head towards mine. She knows what I seek and her mouth opens as her tongue stretches out. Our tongues meet and dance around before our mouths come together. For a long period of seconds, I explore her mouth as though for the first time.

Ripping away from her mouth, I drop my head and suck one of her very beautiful breasts into my mouth while I roll and pinch the other in between my thumb and index finger. Meanwhile, she's getting a bit impatient and grinding her groin against me. I get the message and lay down on the table. With her on top, she starts to ride like she knows how to. I do my very best to keep from exploding right away, but since I was ready to explode when I had it first "lubricated", it wasn't more than two minutes before I came to the end of my fuse. With a grunt and several hard breaths, I came inside of her and the sheer amount that I expelled seemed almost too much for her as she waved and writhed on top of me like an out of control snake. As soon as I could, I rolled off the table and set her on it. With my cock well coated with my own cum and well coated with her love juices, I began to thrust in her much harder. I wanted to pound her. I wanted to hear the sound of my cock sliding into her.

Soon, that was all I heard. Except for one thing. She knew how horny I would get each time she squealed and now, she was squealing away. She also knew that as soon as I was done drilling her, I would pull her head to my lips, turn her head either to the right or left and suck one of her ears into my mouth where I would suck and lick on them while she squealed all the more. And right then, she was squealing pretty good. I made a quick decision and stopped pounding her.

With a quickness that probably surprised her too, I leapt up on top of her and buried my head between her thighs while I dropped my cock into her face. She had a quick choice to make: either let my my wet and tasty looking cock just hang above her face, or reach up with her tongue and tickle it to the edge. Which is exactly what she did. While it silenced her squeals, it didn't silence her moans. I hoped that it wouldn't because what I was doing to her pussy would make a dead cat moan.

First thing I did was spell out her name using my tongue. Then, I parted her labias and slowly licked from top to bottom. Finally, I settled my face right on top of her and slid my tongue into her as far as could reach. Moving around in circles and side to side, I got a series of moans out of her. At some point, she rolled me under her and then began giving me the best blowjob ever. I knew I was getting close to exploding again, but wanted to delay it somehow.

So, I reached in with fingers, found her g spot and began to rub in circular motions while applying steady pressure to it. Her body began to radiate heat and she had trouble concentrating on her task. When she was almost at her peak and about to orgasm, I abruptly stopped with my finger and sunk my tongue back into her. At the same time, I exploded into her mouth. Our timing was perfect. I was swallowing as fast as I could while she was drinking up my cum. When I was finally empty, she lifted her head off of me, looked in my direction and asked, "What do you have planned for next week?"



Midnight Fantasy



I've just met this guy online and we have been talking. Lately our talks have become more sexual. He has really been turning me on with some of the things he fantasizes about and I am very attracted to him. One of his recent fantasies as been on my mind and I'm thinking how hot it would be to full fill that fantasy. One night we start to chat and he brings up the fantasy again. In his fantasy he slips in to her house late at night, while she is sleeping. He then begins to wake her using his mouth and hands until she cums all over his face. This sounds like a wonderful way to be awaken to me. I get up my nerve and ask him if he would like to play it out. After a few moments he replies back and says he would love to if I would be interested. I think about it for a minute and tell him yes. I give him my address and tell him I will be waiting.

I go take a shower, lathering up my body. I'm turned on so it's hard not to take matters on myself but I want to wait for my midnight lover to arrive. I get out dry off and go lay down in my bed. The first part of his fantasy is that I'm lying in my bed naked and asleep as he slips into my room. I lay there trying to fall asleep but it's not easy when to sleep as the anticipation of what's to come play's around in your mind.

I finally fall asleep right before midnight. I'm starting to think maybe he won't show. I left a key for him to come in with as part of his fantasy is to slip into my house after I am in bed. I wouldn't leave the door unlocked but did leave a key for him to come in. 

I'm lying in bed totally naked and suddenly I feel a tongue slid across my right nipple. I lay still waiting to see what comes next. His tongue continues to swirl around my now very hard nipple as his hand slides down my stomach. He slides a finger through my pussy lips to gently rub my clit as he pulls my nipple into his hot mouth. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as he continues to stroke my clit and suck on my nipple. He scraps his teeth across the hard bud of my nipple as he slides one finger inside. By this time I'm wet and his finger slides easily in and out and back up over my now swollen clit. He moves to the other nipple and begins to pay it some attention as he slides another finger inside. He continues to stroke my pussy and suck my nipples as I let out another moan of pleasure. 

He slowly starts to leave my nipples, kissing his way down my stomach. He moves to settle his body between my thighs as he continues kissing his way around to my hip. He moves down lower, kissing my inner thigh as he spreads my legs out wider to have better access. I'm so hot now I know it won't take much to make me cum. He lowers his head and runs his tongue over my clit. I moan as he starts to slowly lick my pussy paying special attention to my clit. He continues to lick and suck on my clit as he slides two fingers inside my pussy. Slowly sliding his fingers in out as he continues licking my swollen little nub. He takes it into his hot mouth sucking gently as he picks up rhythm with his fingers. I start to moan louder now and grab a hand full of his hair. I know it want be long until my orgasm takes me. He starts to suck harder as his finger fuck my throbbing pussy. I start to buck my hips as I get closer and closer. I'm on the edge now and he knows it. He moves his fingers faster and sucks harder until I explode all over his face. My juices are running down between my legs as he continues to lick every drop. 

He slowly moves up my body to rest his hips between my thighs. He lowers his head to cover my mouth with his. I can still taste myself on his lips as he slides his tongue into my mouth for a very hard and demanding kiss. I can feel his erection slid over my wet pussy. He reaches down as slowly slide his cock into me. He pulls back and slides back in again going deeper with each thrust. He breaks our kiss and reaches down to grab both my legs and pull them up onto his shoulders as he drives back into me again. He continues this slow rhythm, in and almost all the way out before pushing back in as deep as he can. He starts to move faster, burying his cock deep in my hot wet pussy. I start to moan as I tell him faster and harder. I feel my orgasm building again as continues to pound his cock into me over and over. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I cum again, he continues fucking me fast and hard as his own orgasm claims him. 

He collapses on top of me trying to catch his breath. We lay there for several minutes before he raises his head and smiles at me. I smile back and he says, "Hi, I'm Michael, it's nice to finally meet you." I tell him my pleasure and ask what other fantasies does he have. This is one I will remember for a long time.



Midnight Feeding



This story is something new for me. I've been writing erotic fiction for several years and reading different types of supernatural stories even longer but this is my first attempt at joining two of my favorite forms of entertainment. I always welcome comments but please be kind as I said this is new for me. I hope you enjoy it. Also, please note that all copyrights are retained by the author (me) and if you wish to reproduce this story in whole or in part please contact me for permission. Thanks.

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That night she woke up ravenous the hunger burning low in her belly. Opening her eyes she saw that the sun had set leaving a trail of gold to mark its passing. She breathed deeply and knew he was near. Sitting up she moved onto her hands and knees and started for the bed where he was waiting. 

Jamal was naked except for the white sheet twisted around his legs. Oh, how she loved looking at that dark skin so unlike her own unnaturally pale complexion. They made the perfect picture in contrast. Where he was dark she was light; his body was large built of nothing but muscle while her own frame was small and petite. The only thing they shared was the color of their hair. Both of them had long locks darker then midnight that could be used to entwine them tighter together. How many times had she bound him with his own hair? 

Crawling up onto the foot of the bed she slowly dragged her body up the length of him. His heat was such that she was warmed by it and his heart beat for the both of them. The growl that started low in her throat alerted him to her presence.

Jamal heard Lillian before he either felt or saw her; her movements were unmarked until she was ready to make herself known. He had learned to love the fear and anticipation she brought with the sunset. No other could give or take what she could. Her body sliding over his was like a cold winter's wind. It wasn't until she settled on top of him that she took form. Her beautiful cat like grace and erotic features solidified above him causing him to draw a quick breath of appreciation.

"Good evening." She practically purred at the feel of his body beneath her.

"Greetings Mistress. I trust all is well." Jamal could still remember the moment he had come to realize that he was to being given to Lillian as her human servant. The rush of fear at the prospect of being at the mercy of such a powerful being had fed his excitement. Years later he was wise to fear her still. Most of the time she took him with her entire being, pulling him down into a sea of desire and physical pleasure that could never be duplicated by anyone human. But often times she let him suffer. There were times when her hunger was for more than just the blood that sustained her and it was then that she fed off his fear…and his pain.

Lillian nuzzled his neck inhaling his scent deeply. "I can smell your fear…and your desire."

Jamal raised his eyes and willingly opened himself up to her. He showed her his every thought, fear and feeling and watched as her need rose up to take what he offered. Tonight was to be one of those nights. The feeding would be long and drawn out taking him nearly to the point of death before bringing him back. 

Human instinct kicked in and Jamal tried to roll out from under her but there would be no escape. She was too quick and despite her small stature she overpowered him with ease. Moving quickly she had his arms secured to the head of the bed and was sliding down the length of his body intent on securing his legs as well.

Jamal couldn't keep from begging, his voice barely a whisper. "Mistress, please."

Lillian finished securing her human servant to the bed. The bindings were tight leaving no room for escape but she was careful not to cut off his circulation. No matter what she did to him Jamal was hers to protect. She adored him and never wanted any harm to come to him, other than that she caused herself.

"My beautiful man." Lillian slid her hands up the smooth exposed skin of his legs pressing lightly with her fingertips almost massaging the muscles. "Do you really fear me so?"

"Yes." As he watched Lillian bent her head her tongue darting out to lick along the femoral artery of his inner thigh. It was one of her favorite places to feed. Even her mouth was cool, the contrast to his heated skin sent shivers of excitement through his lower body. His cock already hard with anticipation pulsed strongly against his groin.

Lillian laughed. "It is good, you have reason to fear me for I can do to you what no other can. You are tied to me, your pleasure is mine to give as is your pain, for all eternity." Lillian moved her head and buried her nose in his groin. Jamal had a scent that was entirely his, one that she would know anywhere. It was a dark musky scent that promised heat. Whenever she was near him Lillian caught images of sun scorched sands and was able to feel the beat of the sun against her skin. It was one of the reasons she had chosen him. Just as she gave him what no other could he gave her the sun she had lost so long ago. 

With her face still pressed against his groin her lips parted and she punctured the smooth skin. Jamal cried out and arched his back off the bed. The bite was sharp and piercing; white-hot heat roared up his thigh bleeding into his groin and setting his cock on fire. It felt as if she was holding his cock over an open flame. The pain was intense; his hands gripped at the bindings holding his wrists as he strained to pull away from her.

Lillian felt him struggling beneath her as she continued to feed. Her eyes closed as the hot thick liquid filled her mouth before sliding down her throat. His taste was like wine, addictive and oh so sweet. After a minute she released him licking the last of the blood from his wound. 

The puncture marks were already beginning to heal. One of the benefits of being her human servant was that Jamal had an improved ability to heal. He was also immune to almost every illness currently known to man and he was aging at a much slower rate than other humans. The cost of course was measured in flesh and blood.

Jamal fell back against the bed releasing the tension on his bindings. His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his breathing had turned quick and shallow. Rolling his head to the side he looked down at her and smiled. "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome." Lillian crawled up the length of his body and sat straddling his chest. Naked together they were an impressive sight and she took the time to admire the image they created. He was as beautiful as she was with his dark skin and darker eyes. Lovingly she reached out and caressed his face. Jamal gratefully accepted her touch leaning his cheek into her palm hoping to extend the tender contact. It was a sign of trust, a sign that no matter what he trusted her to protect and care for him. 

Lillian caressed his face, running her hands down his neck lightening the touch until it was just the tips of her fingers moving across his collarbone and down along his chest. She could hear his heart beat and new the moment it increased in speed; she could sense the warming of his blood and felt it rushing through his veins. 

She knew he was hard, throbbing and she reached back with one hand and started stroking him. The pleasure, after the pain, was intense and he fought against coming. He had learned long ago, the hard way, that to do so without permission was unacceptable.

With her other hand Lillian began pinching and twisting one of his small dark nipples between her fingers. Jamal let out a long sigh that ended with a moan. He felt himself swept away on a tide of pleasure and somewhere in the back of his mind his subconscious sought to warn him. The pleasure never lasted for long and it always came at a price.

Lillian continued to increase the pressure between her fingertips and her hand until Jamal was withering on the bed. Each sensation served only to heighten the other but at the same time he was able to withstand an ever-increasing amount of pain due to the constant pleasure. 

They were tied to each other and Jamal's pain was her own. Closing her eyes Lillian opened up her senses and concentrated on the man beneath her. She could feel the fiery pain radiating from his nipples and she continued to pinch and pull on them. 

Lillian was as much as masochist as she was a sadist and she pulled violently on both of his nipples feeling the pain piercing her own breasts. She wanted more. Without breaking concentration she moved back until she was hovering above his cock. Jamal was still hard and throbbing and she longed to feel the length of him inside of her.

Positioning herself Lillian slowly eased her pussy down the length of his cock sighing deeply at the pleasure, his and hers. With their connection they were each able to feel what the other experienced and Lillian willingly shared all the pleasures and pain along with her human servant.

Once completely impaled on his cock Lillian began to rock back and forth riding him closer to orgasm. Her body no longer experienced orgasms the way it use to but sex was still fun. She watched and she waited, drawing his pleasure out until that one perfect moment.

Jamal opened his eyes and found her watching him. He knew what she was waiting for and he fought to give it to her. Thrusting his hips up he touched her womb and shuddered. He longed to be free of his restraints and pictured himself towering over his tiny frame pounding her with his cock. Despite her small size he knew that no matter what he did he could never hurt her. The times she allowed him to take control were few and far between and he treasured them all.

He wanted to touch her, to take her breasts in his hands and caress them watching the nipples harden with pleasure.

Lillian smiled and lowered her left breast to his mouth. "Suck."

Jamal eagerly agreed drawing the nipple deep into his mouth and caressing the tip with his tongue. He continued to thrust inside of her while nipping the sensitive nub lightly with his teeth.

Lillian let her head fall back and enjoyed the attention before gently pulling free. Her eyes bright with desire she lowered her head to his chest and circled his small male nipple with her tongue. Jamal withered and arched his chest up off the bed offering her more. Greedily Lillian took what he offered and viciously bit down nearly taking the nipple completely off.

Jamal screamed as he felt his life's blood flow from his nipple and into her mouth. The pain turned intense as she sucked hard, keeping the wound open and filling her mouth. She continued to ride his cock the entire time she drank increase her speed so as to draw him closer. He had stopped moving, his body tense with pain until the moment when she freed him.

Falling back onto the bed Jamal felt weak both from the loss of blood and from the intense pain still burning in his chest. But the night was far from over and he knew that she had yet to drink her fill.

Lillian licked the last of the blood from his chest before licking her lips. Her eyes were bright with a different kind of desire and Jamal prepared himself. Her next strike was less controlled. The scent of blood was in the air while its taste was in her mouth. Lillian grabbed him by the hair pulling his head back and baring his neck. His pulse beat strong just beneath the surface and it was there she found her mark. 

Her teeth sunk in easily and immediately her mouth filled with blood. Jamal convulsed beneath her his fear and struggles adding to her excitement. It had been a long time since she had hunted, either him or an innocent and she had missed the excitement of feeling a victim struggling beneath her. Next time she would have to set him loss on the grounds and hunt him through the night.

For now she relished in the feel of his body, the taste of his blood, and the pleasure of sex. She continued fucking him, moving faster, harder, and impaling herself deeper onto his cock. Jamal responded just as she knew he would. His cock grew even harder and his body strained for release. He had long since learned that if he didn't reach climax before she finished feeding he would be denied until the next time. 

Jamal concentrated on the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest, their skin sliding over each other with his sweat acting as a lubricant. One hand was in his hair while the other caressed his chest. It was the tender touch of intimacy combined with the fierce fucking and the exquisite torture of her feeding that sent him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten up against his body and begged. "Please, Mistress, may I come?"

Lillian answered without releasing her hold on his neck. "Yes, my love, come for me."

With a final yell of pleasure Jamal let go, his cock spasming deep within her, filling her with his come.

Lillian shuddered as the heat filled her, biting deeper into his neck and almost severing the artery. Feeling his heart beat wildly she drew back licking at his neck. "Hmmm…so good."

Her words of praise were the last thing he heard as he slipped into unconsciousness. Lillian laid down beside him, watching to make sure that his breathing was easing back to normal. He would sleep through most of the night recovering until the next time she needed him.



Midnight from the Inside Out



The Mayfair Theater stood halfway down Broad Street, right in the middle of the city's theater district. It was an old brick building -- so old, in fact, that when Jessica had researched the place, she couldn't find any record of when it was built. It had been a casino and high-class nightclub as far back as the late 1800s, served as a speakeasy during Prohibition and was a popular music club during World War II. After standing vacant for 20 years, it had been renovated by a local university's theater department. Now the Mayfair was home to a Shakespearean production company -- Jessica stared up at the marquee, currently advertising upcoming performances of Cymbeline.

As her breath curled in the chilly autumn air, Jessica gave a sidelong glance at her partner, Molly. "Doesn't look too haunted from here." Molly shrugged. "Pretty old building. You never know what they might have buried in a basement in there." She shot Jessica a grin. "Ready?"

Both women walked resolutely up to the glass doors, hands plunged deep in pockets. Jessica had a notebook tucked under one arm, while Molly had a camera bag on her shoulder and a messenger bag filled with her own notebook, plus an audio tape recorder and a video camera. Jessica tapped on the glass, and a moment later a tall blonde woman appeared and let them in.

"Hello, I'm Tabitha. You must be from the Courier?" the woman said.

"Yes," Jessica replied. "I'm Jessica Sanders and this is my associate, Molly Larkin." 

In truth, Molly was Jessica's intern at the Courier Union, the newspaper where Jessica was an editor. But in eight months of working together, Jessica had come to view (and treat) Molly as an equal. 

"Seems like every few years someone comes in and does this," Tabitha said as she lead them across the richly carpeted lobby and into an office area. "Yes, well...managing editors aren't always the most creative people in the newspaper business," Jessica said as she laughed. "I'll bet the first newspaper ever printed had a 'reporter spends the night in a supposedly haunted house' article on the front page."

Tabitha had reached her desk, grabbed a hefty ring of ancient keys, and turned to lead them back out of the offices. "I'll give you a quick tour, then I'll be leaving for the night." She checked her watch. "Ok, it's almost 10 now. I'll set the alarm when I leave and lock you in, though you'll have this set of keys. The set crew arrives at around 6 a.m., and no one can get in without setting off the alarm before then, so you'll have the run of the place."

As Tabitha lead them around, Jessica asked her, "So, have you personally experienced anything, um...ghostly?"

The blonde turned and regarded Jessica with a raised eyebrow. "I've never seen anything directly. I mean, sometimes if I'm in the office working at night and no one else is here, I'll hear noises coming from elsewhere in the building, or feel like I'm being watched." She shrugged. "But it's an old place. I guess it just does that to you. The stories kind of get in your head, too."

"What stories?" asked Molly, flipping open a notebook and clicking her pen into readiness.

"Well, back here," Tabitha gestured toward the back stage area they were entering. "People report seeing an old woman in the halls between the dressing rooms. One of my directors a few years ago fell asleep back here after a rehearsal. He woke up and said this woman was peering around the corner, watching him. When he saw her, she turned away, and he couldn't find any sign of her in the building."

Jessica shivered involuntarily. All the rational thought in the world wilts in the face of a creepy old building late at night, she thought to herself.

Tabitha was directing them onto the stage. Floor lights gave the stage, orchestra pit and seating area a dim illumination. She pointed up at rows of large lights on the ceiling, currently extinguished. "I almost forgot about those," she said. "The bulb incident."

Molly was scribbling furiously in her notebook. "What happened?" she asked without looking up.

"Well, those lights up there are 50 feet above the floor. You need a special ladder and a special tool to get at them, both of which are kept in a locked storage room. About three months ago, a crew was in here replacing all the bulbs for the coming season. I was supervising the work, and I watched them put in every last new bulb and lock away the ladder and tools. I took a cart full of old bulbs out to the dumpster myself."

She sighed heavily, looking up at the lights, then folded her arms in front of herself. "When we came in the next morning, all the new bulbs were lined up in the aisles. Every single one. The ladder was still locked in the storage room. When we went up to look, all the lights were empty, with the lenses still in place. I thought it was a prank, but listen -- it took a crew of six men nine hours to change those bulbs. We left here at 2:30 a.m., and we returned at 6 a.m., when we found the bulbs on the floor. So...I don't know. I don't know about that."

Tabitha shook her head briefly and rapidly, then walked briskly off the stage. Jessica and Molly looked at other, thinking the same thing -- maybe this wasn't going to be such a ho-hum assignment after all.

In the basement, filled with random junk like old kitchen appliances, stacks of rotary phones in cardboard boxes, and several rows of manikins, Tabitha pointed out another supposedly haunted location. "Down here, people have claimed to see a shadowy figure. They can't identify it. Sometimes they see it walking through a room, or find it standing and watching them. And down here..." she pointed her flashlight at a narrow, steep stairway heading down into darkness, "That's the sub-basement. I don't like to go down there, but you can explore it yourselves later if you want. There's no lights down there, flashlights only."

A short time later, Jessica and Molly found themselves alone in the lobby. Tabitha had set the alarm, then locked the doors behind her. The lobby was screened from the glass front doors by the sweep of the grand staircase that lead to the balcony. The two women stood there for a moment, looking around. The golden glow of the lobby seemed so inviting and warm, especially compared to the dreary, creepy basement rooms. Neither of them seemed in any hurry to start exploring. They busied themselves readying their gear, getting the camera out of the bag and setting up the video camera on a tripod. Then they sat down on the floor and formulated their plan: first the stage, then backstage, then the basement. No mention was made of the sub-basement. Still they lingered, chatting casually. That's when Molly reached into her messenger bag and withdrew a bottle of wine.

"Molly!" Jessica gasped. "We're working!"

Molly winked, her lightly freckled face scrunching into a grin. She had the fair skin and red hair of her Irish ancestry, and a wild streak to boot. "Sure we are. I brought two." She pulled out the second bottle and clinked them together.

Jessica knew Molly could be a bit of trouble-maker. She acted very professional and demure in the office, but when they were in private, Molly would regale her with ribald tales of lusty encounters and outrageous adventures. So Jessica wasn't really shocked. "Did you at least bring glasses? I guess it'll warm me up some and add a little liquid courage."

"Nope, no glasses. Straight from the bottle tonight. Nothing but class for me and my boss."

They both laughed, uncapped the cheap wine bottles, and took a few swigs of the fruity alcohol. Suitably fortified, they made their rounds of the stage and backstage area. Exploring the dressing rooms, Molly flopped down onto a bed reserved for tired crew members. "Kind of exciting, having this whole place to ourselves, isn't it?"

Jessica shrugged. "I guess. Kind of creepy too, though."

Molly scowled. "Come on. This place is as haunted as my shoe." That cracked them both up again, with Jessica asking what the hell Molly's shoe had to with anything. Molly kicked both of her shoes off. "We could totally run around naked in here."

"Oh yeah, that'd be great for the article. Arrested for indecent exposure," Jessica said.

"Who's going to arrest us? Tabitha said no one can even get in here until 6 a.m. You're just a wuss."

Jessica gave Molly a hard look. Molly was about five years younger than Jessica, and sometimes gave her a bit of ribbing regarding her age -- as if 29 was ancient. It was a running joke, but the truth was, sometimes it stung a bit. Jessica looked fantastic for any age, a luxurious mane of rich, dark hair falling down her back, with perfect skin and deep, soulful eyes. Her body was lithe and trim, particularly her ass, which had a delicious curve to it. Yet she sometimes felt as though she'd lost some of the adventurous attitude she'd had in her college days.

"I'm no wuss. Are you daring me?"

Molly sat up, looking suddenly interested. "Ok, I dare ya!"

"Fine," Jessica replied. "But you have to go first. Take off your clothes here, then go up to the lobby and get my purse."

Molly's eyebrows shot up in delight. "You think you're getting out of this because I won't do it, don't you?" she said as she peeled off her top and unclasped her bra. "I'm going to so out-dare you." Off came her jeans and panties. She left her wool socks on and added her sneakers. It was quite a fashion statement. Her body was exquisite -- long-legs, sultry curve of hips, smooth stomach and large, soft breasts. Despite their size, her breasts still had the firmness of youth, each capped by a tender coral nipple. Jessica watched them shake gently as Molly moved. She also noted Molly's neatly trimmed pubic hair, which proved beyond a doubt that she was a natural redhead.

"I'll be right back." Molly turned and strutted saucily down the hall, turned and walked onto into the seating area, and headed for the lobby. Jessica went to the end of the hall and stood there to watch. Molly disappeared into the lobby, then returned a few moments later. When she saw Jessica, she paused and looked puzzled for a moment, then walked back to the dressing rooms. At one point she cupped her swaying breasts and taunted Jessica, sticking out her tongue.

When Jessica asked if she had the purse, Molly said no. "Well, then there's no proof you actually did the dare," Jessica said.

"What do you mean? You followed me into the lobby, you saw me there," Molly replied.

"Uh...what? I stood here the entire time."

"I could hear you walking behind me. Whatever, you're just trying to get out of your dare, and there's no way."

A slight chill ran down Jessica's spine, and it wasn't because she was about to get naked. "Ok, Molly. What's my dare?"

"You're going to have to get naked and go to the lobby too."

"Ok."

"You know the glass doors? They're covered in condensation because it's so chilly outside. I want to see two boob-prints on those glass doors."

Jessica laughed out loud. "No way! Main Street is right on the other side of those glass doors!" "Main Street is dead as a graveyard at this time on a weeknight. There's no one there."

Jessica gave a half-hearted chuckle at Molly's choice of metaphor, then sighed. "Fine, but you're coming up there with me." She went through the same undressing routine as Molly had, leaving her in the same state of nudity -- naked with socks and sneakers. Molly had remained naked -- as soon as Jessica started off toward she lobby, she followed, giving Jessica a playful smack on the ass. "Hey!"

At the lobby, Jessica peered around the stairway at the glass doors. They were indeed fogged over with condensation. Molly stood close behind her, almost touching her. Then Jessica made a break for it, dashing to the doors. Her breasts, not as full as Molly's but just as firm, bounced enticingly. She got to the doors and immediately pressed herself against them.

"Ooooaaaaaaaaaaaaa that's cold!" she squealed. Molly was beside herself with laughter as they stumbled back into the secluded part of the lobby. They sprawled out on the soft velvety carpet and caught their breath. Both sets of clothes were still backstage.

"I can't believe we're lying here naked in the theater," Jessica groaned. "This is crazy. Pass me some wine."

They sat there for some time, passing a bottle of wine back and forth. As was their custom (particularly when wine was involved), the conversation grow more and more intimate. Molly noted Jessica's completely clean-shaven pussy. "Every morning in the shower," Jessica explained. "Keeps it smooth and soft."

"I just trim mine about once a week," Molly said.

"Well, it looks very nice," Jessica replied without thinking. Molly smiled shyly and Jessica blushed.

It's difficult to explain how sexual tension can exist between two people without anything overt ever happening. Jessica and Molly had worked together for months. They'd been alone together in offices, gone out for dinner and drinks with fellow co-workers, even shared a hotel room for a work-related trip. Never had Molly said, "You know, I like girls, too, and I think you're pretty sexy." Jessica had never uttered the words, "I'm attracted to your zesty, vivacious attitude and gorgeous body." Yet the undercurrent had been growing for some time. They both knew it was there. It existed in lingering glances, seemingly innocent touches, and furtive shared smiles. So when it happened that during a quiet moment in their conversation Jessica turned and pressed her lips to Molly's in a soft yet insistent kiss, it was not simply a matter of the wine or being naked and excited in a strange place. It had been coming for some time. And though Molly's heart started pounding at this turn of events, she did not hesitate in the least to return the kiss.

The kiss grew in passion. Lips parted and eager tongues slid together. Jessica brought her hand up to touch Molly's breasts. She had wanted to for so long, so now she explored them fully, running her hands over the smooth skin, feeling the nipples tighten beneath her palm, cupping them and enjoying the fullness. She even caught Molly's nipple gently between two fingers, lightly pulling and tweaking it. At first, Molly sighed with pleasure into their kiss, but she suddenly disrupted things by laughing.

Jessica sat back. "What?" she asked sheepishly.

Molly looked down at her boobs and chuckled. "You were making me jiggle." She pushed her arms together, pressing her breasts into the space between them, and offered her nipples to Jessica once again. Jessica tweaked, and Molly's flesh jiggled in response. They laughed uproariously until Jessica dipped her head down to lap and suckle at Molly's breasts, at which point only sighs could be heard in the theater lobby.

Minutes passed as their beautiful naked bodies pressed and writhed together. Jessica observed that they could have charged premium admission for the show they were putting on at the theater on this night. Molly silenced her by rolling half onto her body and pressing her hand to Jessica's smooth pussy. She cupped it and rubbed Jessica before making a more targeted attack, dipping a finger into the slippery wet opening. Jessica reached beneath Molly to return the favor, running a hand down along her softly furred mound. Her fingers (first one, then two) slid easily inside Molly, who was sopping wet as well. With slick fingers, they both began to rub each other's clits. 

Jessica splayed her legs wide and lifted her hips at the intimate contact. Molly was on hands and knees now, kneeling over Jessica's body, looking into her eyes as she fingered her. Molly's heavy breasts were hanging close to Jessica's face, swaying with the more vigorous motion of their hands. With her free hand, Jessica grasped one and brought it to her lips, sucking hungrily, eyes closed in ecstacy. They mirrored each other's motions now, fingers sliding back inside, but more urgent now, and rougher. They pumped two fingers into each other hard and fast. Jessica fucked Molly's pussy; Molly fucked Jessica right back. With each thrust, their palms slapped against each other's clits, the sound joining the growing moans and grunts of pleasure.

More minutes passed, then the lobby was filled with cries of ecstacy.

Finally, they sat back in their original positions, once again sharing the wine. Now, though, their long, toned legs were sprawled apart, their pussies pink and throbbing from the attention. "I can't believe we just made each other come in the lobby of the theater," Jessica mused.

"I can't believe how good my boss is at finger-banging my twat," Molly replied. They dissolved into laughter once again, which dissolved into another sloppy, eager kiss and, eventually, another round of finger-banging and another matched pair of orgasms.

When they had recovered, they stood to return to the dressing rooms to retrieve their clothes. "Wait, I want to see your boob marks on the door," Molly said. "I never got a good look."

Still nude, they crept to the front of the lobby. Jessica's breasts had left two eliptical smears in the condensation. But they hardly noticed, for beside those marks, someone had scrawled a message with a finger on the wet glass. 

It was a simple message: Get Out.

And it was written on the inside.

Jessica turned to Molly. "That's not funny! It's creepy enough in here!"

But Molly's eyes were wide. "Jess, I've been with you the whole time since you made your marks. That wasn't there before. I couldn't have done it."

They stared at each other for a moment, then turned and ran top speed to the dressing room, where they frantically dressed. Being naked suddenly felt terribly vulnerable.

When morning arrived, Tabitha the theater manager found the girls waiting in the lobby, sharp-eyed if a bit sleepy. They'd spent the rest of the night in full-on journalist mode, taking photographs and video, exploring the entire theater, taking notes and, it must be said, occasionally pressing their mouths together for soft, sweet kisses promising so much more to come. The adrenaline rush caused by their moment of terror had really only amplified their sense of sexual excitement, so the serious business of investigative reporting was liberally mixed with a cupped breast and even, now and then, a hand slipped down the front of one or the other girl's jeans to stroke and tease a moist and eager pussy. And if Tabitha noticed that Molly and Jessica had been standing very close together when she unlocked the glass front doors, she didn't say anything about it.

A brisk retelling of the night's events followed, minus a few of the more ribald details. The morning sun had burned off the condensation on the front doors, but Molly had photographed the mysterious message from several angles (keeping Jessica's boob prints out of the frame). When she saw the digital photo on Molly's camera, Tabitha tilted her head and said excitedly, "I wonder if the security cameras picked anything up!"

Jessica felt her mouth go dry. "The, uh...the security cameras?"

"Yes, there are closed circuit cameras covering the front doors, both inside and outside, plus the entire lobby area and the stage." Tabitha hurried toward her office, keys jangling, and Jessica turned to Molly. She imagined Molly's bug-eyed expression was much like her own. After a moment of staring, they both suddenly burst into a fit of semi-hysterical laughter.

Tabitha poked her head out her office door, giving them a quizzical look. "I've got the tape right here, just let me rewind it."

As they both hurried toward Tabitha's office, Molly whispered to Jessica, "Maybe she'll like it."



Midnight Fun



Tom's breathing was heavy with lust as he watched the dark haired hunk in front of him strip. He's paid a small fortune for this night of fun, and he planned to enjoy every second of it.

The hunk had wavy, longish dark hair and a sexy stubble. Mmmmm. As he undid his buttons, he revealed more and more golden muscle. Finally, he pulled his shirt off, displaying a huge muscled torso. He grinned wide. He licked a finger from each hand and slowly, delectably, anointed his dark, flat nipples, groaning deep in his throat. Tom squirmed. 

The hunk stepped closer toward the bed. He undid his belt teasingly and unzipped his black dress pants, letting them slide to the hotel room floor. He was wearing sexy black briefs which bulged deliciously big. His strong, muscular legs were covered in thick black hair, as were his large forearms. So sexy. 

Slowly, he squeezed his bulge through his skimpy briefs. 

"You wanna see my cock?" he asked softly. Tom gulped. "Yeah, you do.." he continued in a soft whisper. "You wanna see my nice, thick cock, don't you?", he chuckled. Tom loved his teasing. The hunk snapped the waistband of his briefs and grabbed his bulge. "Oh you're gonna do more than just see my cock, babe" he whispered. "You're gonna suck it till your eyes water...and then I'm gonna fuck you all night with it." 

Tom moaned. 

The big hunk reached over for a pillow. "So, babe," he said. "How'd you like me to fuck you, huh?" He folded the pillow in two and placed it over his bulge. "Hard, like this?" he said, and began to fuck the pillow slit so hard Tom gasped. He grunted and pounded the pillow, his hips blurring with the speed and the veins on his neck and arms swelling with the exertion. He stopped and grinned at him. Tom felt incredibly excited by his display of virility. 

"Or maybe you like it nice and slow...". He threw the pillow on the floor and placed it under him as he assumed a push-up position. Then he slowly, languidly began to fuck it, grinding his hips close to the ground as he sighed in satisfaction. He continued this for a minute before standing up again, and Tom saw the hunk's erection stretching the fabric of his briefs to the limit. 

"You ready for this cock?" the hunk asked, smiling as he cupped his bulge.

"Fuck yeah.." Tom whispered.

"You want cock...I'll give you cock". He pushed down his skimpy briefs and his hard cock flounced out, swaying pendulously with thick weight. Tom's throat constricted with lust as he stared at the long, thick cock. It jutted out delightfully big from a dense thicket of curly black pubes and a pair of big round balls. The hunk stroked it roughly and grinned at Tom's appreciation. 

"Guess you like my big dick huh" he teased. He flopped down on the couch and played with himself slowly. "Are you waiting for a fuckin' invite? Get down here and suck me off!" he barked. 

Man, he liked to suck cock. The hunk sighed and fisted his hair as Tom gobbled the turgid staff into his mouth, sucking hard. His cheeks hollowed with the squelching effort and he groaned in filthy pleasure. His mouth was a wet vacuum over the hot thick shaft as he sucked on his hands and knees. 

The hunk hissed and groaned with pleasure as he forced more and more of his dick into Tom's hungry mouth. Tom stroked the hunk's strong, hairy thighs, sucking deep, lovingly enveloping the thick shaft in his warm, moist mouth. Occasionally stopped sucking with a pop and ducked under the weighty shaft to treat the hunk's balls with wet, languid licks. 

After an hour of jaw-aching head, and 30 minutes of gag-inducing throat-fucking, the hunk pulled his thick cock out from Tom's face pussy. His muscles shone with sweat. "Whew! Fuck! I love a long wet blowjob babe. Man, I want you to suck me all night but right now I want to screw this cock up your asshole".

The hunk grinned as he stroked his thick, glistening cock. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll need crutches and counseling". 

Tom whimpered.

"Get on the bed babe. Doggy" the hunk said as he snapped on a condom which barely fit over his hard thick dick. Tom got on is hands and knees on the bed, pushing his tight ass in the air. He screamed into the sheets as the hunk began to ease his cock inside him. The hunk held Tom's ass firmly in place with one hand on each hip, allowing him to pry open the asscheeks further. The tight walls of Tom;s asshole yielded with difficulty, resisting the exciting intrusion of the hunk's cock. The hunk groaned with delight as Tom's sphincter squeezed his cock deliciously. 

"YEAH!!!!!" the hunk said, fucking hard. "Squeeze it babe, squeeze that PUSSY for me babe! Ohhhhh yeah! Make it clench around my DICK, yeah just like that, FUCK!!!"

Tom gave in to the rough friction of the hunk's cock against his anal wall, losing himself in the aching pleasure of being fucked from behind. His euphoria was punctuated by the hunk's fierce, exciting dirty-talk and the sharp yanks of his hair as the hunk fisted it from behind. 

"Tell me to fuck you, bitch" the hunk ordered. "Say 'fuck me, Sir'"! 

"Fuck me, Sir" Tom said, his asshole gaping with cock.

"Louder!"

"FUCK ME, SIR!!" Tom gasped. "Yeah, fuck me!!" 

The hunk grinned in satisfaction as he continued to plow his whimpering bottom, using the tight vacuum of Tom's asshole to fellate his hard dick. He exhaled as the exquisite sensation tingled along the length of his cock. The hunk rammed Tom's asshole for a few more blissful minutes before pulling out his gleaming hard fuckstick. He gripped his cock hard.

"Stick out your tongue" the hunk said. Tom obeyed and the hunk placed the tip of his thick cock head against the warm wet tongue. He stroked his shaft and Tom instinctively knew to tickle the blunt tip with his tongue. The hunk's balls thickened for release. The hunk stroked faster. "I'm gonna dump my load down your THROAT!" he said, and he roared as big, strong jets of cum spurted deep inside Tom's gaping mouth, hitting his tonsils and making him gag. Tom tried his best to swallow it all but the huge load spilled down his chin and wrist as well.

Gasping, Tom gave the hunk a messy, satisfied grin. Idly, the hunk twisted Tom's nipple.

"Ready for more?" he asked. 

"Bang me all night, babe" said Tom.



Midnight Fun



I sat up straight, screaming my dream. I groaned as I hurled my legs over the side of my bed. Putting my head in my hands I tried calming myself down and focused on breathing deeply.

I jumped at the banging at the door. I was afraid that my bunk mate might wake up, so I ran to the door and opened it angrily

"What the f.." I started to whisper agitatedly. And I saw it was Aden and relaxed a bit.

"Are you alright?!" He yelled.

"God! Shut up!! You'll wake my bunk mate!!" I whispered hastily, covering his mouth.

"Sorry!" He whispered, "I heard someone scream and I was afraid it was you.." He looked away and flushed.

"Yeah, it was me, I just had a nightmare. I'm okay now though."

"You sure? I could stay for a bit and at least hold you." He began picking at the wood on the door frame.

I thought for a quick moment and squirmed mentally, "Uh, sure. I could probably use comforting right now."

I walked over to my bed, inviting him to lay on it with me. I snuggled up to him and sighed deeply. "Thanks." I murmured into his side.

"It's not a problem.." he trailed off and began rubbing my back.

"Aden?" I asked sheepishly.

"Sorry, do you want me to stop?" He asked quickly.

"Uh, no.. I was wondering if you could do it a little harder, actually."

"S-sure" he stammered.

I sighed happily and found myself grinning like an idiot. I looked up at him with a sort of fog in my head, and I began acting on instinct. I reached up and pulled his head toward mine and my breath became shallow. I fluttered my eyes closed and kissed him deeply.

He did not argue at all. He actually returned it with such heat. He cupped my breast and we began dry humping, both of us breathing heavily. I paused for a moment, biting my lip and sat up so I could mount him. He looked at me with complete lust.

After mounting him, I took my shirt off and continued dry humping him as he reached for my breasts and massaged them slowly. I tugged on his shirt, prompting him to take it off. I threw it off my bunk and leaned forward and pressed my chest into his.

I brushed my lips against his and passed them to kiss his neck. I began a random pattern of kissing and sucking, slowly finding my way around his neck and back up to his lips. Meanwhile, my hands found the zipper to his pants and took his dick out. He gasped and his eyes widened. I teased it with my pussy for only a moment and began riding him slowly.

After a while, his whole body tightened up, and he groaned. Simultaneously, I curled into myself and let out a quiet moan.

I collapsed next to him, and pulled a sheet to cover my body as he wrapped his arms around my waist.



Midnight Girl Scout



It was midnight and I was on the Internet as usual. I was talking to a woman in a nice dirty little chat room and it was all sex. Damn she is a horny little slut I kept thinking. Everything she typed made my cock throb. She probably didn’t believe that I had a 12” monster cock like I claimed and did. It didn’t matter on the Internet. She probably didn’t have DD breasts, long legs, wet deep pussy and a “lick me” flat belly. But that was irrelevant, I had already pictured her in my mind and was moving in on her.

Just then there was a knock on the door. It was not very loud and I was wondering who it could be at this time of night. I quickly put on some shorts, damn, they didn’t hide my erect cock. The door knock came again. I took them off and threw on a bathrobe walked to the door, put my cock flat against my stomach and tied the robe over it. As I opened the door I couldn’t believe what I saw.

“Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies” the little voice said. My cock throbbed reminding me of the lust the chick on the internet had built. GOD!!! I thought as I gazed at this petite girl. She seemed so tiny to be pushing a sweater out so far. That was all I saw when I looked, these enormous breasts.

“What are you doing out so late” I said stuttering slightly

She moved her shoulders from side to side in a coy little move and said

“I’m helping my sister sell cookies” She teased me looking up and down with her eyes.

I could not believe it. This little honey wanted it. So I decided to play her a little.

“Aren’t you were a little old to be a girl scout” I said

“I just turned 18 today. My old outfit still fits from when I was a scout, except (she squirmed) the top is way too small now”

“I can imagine” I responded. It’s probably a good idea you wore that pink sweater to…… contain yourself”

She smiled

“And what do I get tonight for ordering” I said “Oh I think I can make you glad you did” she said

“Where is your Mom”

“Home asleep” she replied

“Seems to me you should be in bed too” I said

“Maybe I will in a little while” she said

GOD! I thought, I’ve got to get this girl inside.

“Why don’t you come in and show me what you’ve got”

She squeezed by me making sure to brush her ass against me. She turned and took her sweater off.

My eyes popped out as I saw a tight white buttoned top stretched hard over 2 huge mounds of flesh, nipples clearly outlined. The buttons looked like they were going to explode and the top two had to be undone showing massive cleavage. She was HUGE!! Her breasts screamed FUCK ME!!! She was dressed for hunting that’s for sure and I decided right then and there that she had caught a BULL by the horns err cock. Should I really nail her? Of course my COCK was screaming and throbbing “LET ME HAVE HER”!!!

Well it is her Birthday, time for her initiation I thought.

Well this is what I’ve got she said, hesitating with her shoulders back (pretending not to notice that posture pushes her breasts way out). She then got out a card and showed me pictures of the cookies.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted her badly. I wanted to see the look on her face as I pushed my meat in her mouth, I wanted to hear her gasps and moans as I pushed into her pussy but most of all I wanted her in the ass. Her huge breasts gave her body an awesome tapered look down to her tiny ass which was driving me crazy.

She pointed to a cookie and said 

“I like to take these, split them in ½ and lick the center out”

OH MY GOD!! I thought 

This was too much. I said  “I like to split things apart and lick the cream out too”.

I quickly put my hand on her lower back and guided her to the couch. 

“Have a seat”

As she sat down, I sat close to her with my right arm around her, left hand on her hip. I felt her breathing quicken. 

“I like your blouse” I said as I ran a finger over the upper part of her chest. 

“You have a very pretty body”

Making a bold move, my right hand slid under her arm over her ribs and gently cupped a breast and squeezed her nipple.

I could tell she liked it but got scared and started to move away. I was anticipating the need to “get her” quickly and my other hand slide between her soft legs. I moved quickly up her small warm thigh, gotta get her before she moves too much I thought. I worked my hand quickly, sliding up to her panties. She squirmed a lot beginning to change her mind but I pushed my hand up between her thighs fast, a brief fumble then………………..

BULLSEYE!!! 

I slide under the elastic side of her panties and eased a finger into her pussy. Her back straightened immediately arching her breasts out, and she moaned loudly knowing the invasion of her body had begun. My finger was quickly coated with her juices and I firmly pushed all the way up in her just to make sure she knew “I had her!!” Her wetness allowed me to easily work her deeply, with soft little pushes, as I held her thigh as well to control her from moving away. But her wetness also told me she was a hot little bitch in heat. 

Let me make you feel really good I said. She moaned as my free hand worked to get her top off. The remaining buttons just needed a flick and they popped out. I kept fondling and working my fingers in her, after all I didn’t have the prize yet, I had only “captured” the prey.. Her breasts sprang out since she did not have a bra on. Now with her chest exposed she was vulnerable to my hungry mouth which quickly descended on her nipple and sucked it in. She moaned and squirmed. My hand slid her top off her shoulders. After gently sucking, and nipping at her tits and nipples I said,

“Get up”

and gently pulled on her pussy. She responded like a trained dog. My robe slipped off to reveal my massive meaty erection. My hand quickly slid her skirt and lacy little panties off as I knelt to complete her undressing. I couldn’t resist pushing my mouth up into her from behind. She spread a little forced to ride my eager mouth like a bike. I ate her deeply for a minute still firmly holding her around her waist. I resumed her finger fuck but now with 2 fingers inside her. I wanted to loosen her up fast. I stood up behind her and forced my cock between her legs. She was on her tippy toes as my hand caressed her belly and squeezed her breasts. I sawed my cock back and forth underneath her pussy. 

GOD SHE IS SOOOOO SMALL!!!!! THIS GIRL SCOUT IS GETTING HER “BUSTED CHERRY” BADGE TONIGHT!! I concluded with a smile.

Her wetness soaked my cock and in turn her thighs as I slide in and out of them from behind making sure there was shaft pressure on her pussy. She moaned erotically.

God this was perfect I thought. I’m going to fuck this hot little bitch!! I eased her into my bedroom, she practically rode my cock as her toes reached to the floor to walk. I spent plenty of time fondling her baby soft body. It just made me ache with hardness at how fresh a fuck she was. My fingers also began to trade places as I nudged her clit. I could feel she had a large clit, it was easily exposed and at least ½” large. FUCK!!! She was swollen. No wonder she was hot for a fuck. Her body was so ripe. I eased her onto the bed, and bent her over. I was going right for the kill. No lengthy pussy eating, that could come later in round 2 or 3 as well as more attention to her fabulous breasts. 

Right now I just wanted to get inside her and take her down, HARD!!! I pushed her shoulders down on the bed as her breasts cushioned her, then pulled her ass high. I positioned myself over her with the head of my cock inches from her now sopping pussy. This chick was WET!!!  I stretched her wide open making sure she felt completely exposed and vulnerable, unable to close her legs even a tiny bit.

“Relax” I said, “you know you want this. I see you looking at me from across the street. Now you have me, ALL OF ME!!!.” 

My hands stroked her baby soft skin, and outlined the contours of her body over and over. Her hips so tiny, fit in my hands.

I knew she was scared but I wanted to REAM her badly. I jabbed at her harder and harder. Her pussy seeped juice as I wetted the head of my cock with her. She was loosening nicely and I said

“You’ve been stretching your little hole haven’t you”?

“She nodded with a moan”

I felt her pussy weakening with each firm bump. I wanted her so bad but I also wanted to deflower her in a very raw nasty animalistic way.

“Take a deep breath” I said

Her breasts heaved as she did. At the moment her lungs filled to the max I gently pushed her face down into a pillow, jabbed with my hips into her and popped her hole open. 

She SCREEEEEAMED hard muffled by the pillow and struggled wildly.

I slipped out, lifted her head to breath then gently pushed down and jabbed at her hole popping her open again and again, each time she screamed. Each time her tightness squeezed me viscously as her nails dug into my pillow. It filled me with lust to feel her resist, her little hole try to close. I toyed with her popping her open over and over till her pussy began to succumb a bit. I began to work in and out of her just a little at first. She gasped for air and screamed into the pillow more.

Her ass quivered as my thighs forced her legs open wider. I was so horny at how exposed her pussy was to me that I shoved my cock deeper, suddenly! I started pumping her harder and harder, leaning over her back cradling her with my arms, hands squeezing her tits, fingers on her nipples, elbows against her hips holding her body, forcing my cock into her hoping not to damage her but wanting so bad to be deep in her. Her body shook violently as I eased my thrusts deeper and deeper. I was getting a little concerned until I heard:

“Give it all to me” she said as she cried indicating for the first time how badly she wanted to be FUCKED! Her face was buried in the pillow and she was crying uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe her.

This hot little bitch had taken 6” so far and was so tight around my cock it almost hurt. But I decided I was going to fuck this little bitch till she was loose enough to take all of me.

(I also couldn’t believe how many times I was referring to her as a Bitch in my mind, but I was crazed with lust)

I pushed more in gently and she shook as orgasms ripped through her tiny frame. I had to hold her body tighter.

“I want to rip your hole apart” I panted in her ear. She whimpered which drove me crazy.

Her body was so petite and tight, her pussy so smooth and hot every inch of my cock was on fire begging for more and more of her. I kept stroking in and out easing more in whenever she could take it. She was shaking and sweating, her body completely wet and sensual which drove me wild as I groped her. She continued to whimper and cry at the stretch her pussy was getting. Every single sound from her baby lips made me hornier and hornier. 

I stopped thrusting for a while and held 8” deep in her to let her relax a little.

“What would Mommy think if she walked in and saw a man leaning over her baby’s body with a massive cock buried in her” I whispered

The thought made me excited. 

“She would probably think baby’s a SLUT” the girl panted

“She would probably think her poor little girl was being preyed on by a monster cock and that you had been captured and raped against your will” I said

“But then you wanted that tonight didn’t you?” I said as my hips circled a little sending shivers into her pussy and a ripple of spasms through her body.

“Have you had enough” I said

She nodded yes. 

I said “I want more of you”

“Does this mean that you are now being forced” I whispered

“You secretly want me to FORCE my self in you don’t you” I said

“Uh?huh” she said

“Then say it” I said

“I want to hear you beg for it”

I swiveled my hips a little grinding my cock inside her and she screamed into the pillow

RAPE ME!!.

That took me off guard just because the word is so….. so…. illegal.

I had to say something so I said:

This is not rape, it is SEX FORCED ON YOU!!! And that’s what you want isn’t it?

She whimpered a yes which was all I needed.

I pushed into her very tight young cunt and was now 10” deep. She screamed over and over frantically clawing the bed and pounding the pillow. I just held my cock in her tight and deep pushing her pelvis into the bed.

“Come on baby” I said as she calmed just a little.

“Two more inches, you want to take all of my cock don’t you? You want to be a really good SLUT don’t you?” She whimpered and moaned as I forced 2 more inches into her then began a slow fuck of her pulling out a few inches and pushing back in. It took a long time but she eventually calmed down to heavy, heavy moans as I was able to make long deep gentle strokes. My balls were boiling and I wanted to bang her hard before cumming. I told her to take a deep breath and get ready for my seed.

“You want my cum inside you don’t you” I said

“uh huh” she nodded weakly

You want to be my little girl don’t you? You want to come back and visit me all the time don’t you?”

“Yes please I do” She said

“Would you like that?” I replied

 “Uh?huh” She nodded yes 

“You have always dreamed of being a SLUT who could take a monster cock to the balls didn’t you?” I said

“Uh?huh” She nodded

“Well I am going to make you my personal SLUT. Such a little girl able to take such a big cock in her tiny body” 

“Tell me how much you want to be my SLUT?” 

“I really want it baaaaad” she said

“Then you have one thing left to do. I am going to fill your pussy with my cum. It will be my way of marking you, making you mine, a way for you to remember how deep I FUCKED YOU and that you are owned by me.”

“I am going to pump my seed really deep in you so I am going to FUCK YOU really hard now. Take a deep breath” I said

As she did I rammed viscously into her tiny body, humping her deep and hard like an animal in heat. My thrusts were long and rocked her body violently, It took all my strength to hold her the first 30 seconds but then she began to succumb to the beating her pussy was receiving. My balls swelled and I slammed deep and held her thighs tight up against my balls and exploded so hard my legs spasmed wildly. One pump after another the cum exploded into her. I moaned and grunted loudly as my vision blurred. My seed seeped from her pussy down both thighs but I pumped and then rammed her, pumped and then rammed her as if loading gunpowder into an old fashioned cannon. After several minutes I emptied my balls and fell to one side taking her down with me, spooning her, impaled in her to the hilt. She continued to spasm violently but over the next 5 minutes slowly calmed. I eased her very tight against me and held her, still impaled in her. Her body vibrating, spasming gently, pussy still cumming as we drifted in and out of our semi orgasmic filled sleep.

As the morning came, we both awoke at once. I rolled her on her belly and straddled her. I put my hand on her ass and slowly pulled my long erect cock out of her body. It was an agonizing ecstasy for her as orgasms and moaning filled the room. Her pussy was a gaping hole which I wanted to ream again right on the spot. I pulled her hips up and slide all the way back in her then dropped her on the bed and she slid off me. My balls immediately filled with cum and I grabbed her again slamming her hard and fast, bouncing her like a rag doll. Then with one hard upward thrust slammed her to the hilt and exploded into her again filling her with cum. When my balls were empty I let her screaming, moaning, spasming body slowly slide off me onto the bed. I collapsed beside her on my back. A short time later I told her to shower alone even though she wanted to shower with me. I told her if we did that, I’d fuck her again. She was a little apprehensive at that and we agreed that her pussy has had enough cock for now.

I ordered some cookies and sent her on her way. But before she left I told her when I wanted her back and we set up her FUCK routine for the week. She was clear she was now a SLUT and belonged to me, to service my cock.

Just before she left I whispered

TOMORROW I SHOVE MY COCK ALL THE WAY UP YOUR ASS AND TAKE YOUR ASS CHERRY!

Send comments or requests for next installments I would love to here your version or what you would like to see my little girl scout go through next. Or send requests for other stories. Please be descriptive, erotic, raw and intense. Or if you have comments how horny this made you and what you did about it, tell me.






Midnight Girlfriend Grope



This is my first submission.



My girlfriend Melissa and I had been out drinking. A lot. We were in college, both 22, and decided to just go to town since we were walking distance from my apartment. Also, I loved getting my girlfriend drunk because she got frisky. She was a petite half Asian girl with curly black hair, an innocent smile, great face, big lips, bubble butt, flat tummy and b-cups. 

I had a roommate at the time, Pablo, a nice South American guy. He was really cool and really sweet, smoked a lot of pot and was starting to become a close friend. But because he was smoking with some buddies, he didn't go out with us.

Every so often I'd catch Pablo looking at my girlfriend. He'd eye her legs when she was wearing a dress. Or her cleavage. Her lips. But it was all innocent and besides, I kinda liked it.

While drinking, Melissa got some beer spilled on her. Drenched. Every inch of fabric was soaked. So we ran back home where Mel jumped into the bathroom and took her soaking clothes off. Realizing drunkenly that she needed clothes to wear to sleep, I looked around and saw Pablo's robe. He was passed out on the couch so I didn't think he'd mind. I tossed it to Melissa. She emerged, wearing his robe, and fell asleep in the bed. I fell asleep as well, me sleeping closer to the wall. We passed out and only the light of a laptop lit the room.

A minutes or a few hours later, it's hard to tell when you're drunk, Pablo rustled on the couch and got up. He walked up to the bedroom, stoned out of his head, and sat on his bed and pulled up his laptop. He started looking at porn and, as Pablo did when he looked at porn, undressed until he was wearing just a sock. Suddenly he heard stirring. He looked up to realize that I was in bed. And more interestingly, Mel was. She was sleeping, facing him. Pablo was too stoned to think twice. He put the laptop down and walked over.

This is when I kinda started to stir awake myself. I looked up and saw my girlfriend. Then I heard some ruffling and that's when I saw Pablo. He was doing something in front of Mel. And then a strap of his robe flew over her hip. I realized he had untied his own robe. Pablo stood up. That's when I noticed he was wearing just the sock. And then he started to rub it. He reached down and opened the robe.

Underneath, Mel was naked. He lifted the top half of the robe to see her brown b cup, and her tiny dark brown nipple. Then he moved it around to see that she was shaven. He pulled the bottom half down to complete her pair of breasts. Pablo got hard. He kept rubbing his sock. Laying there, pretending to be asleep, I let Pablo reach back and lift the back of his robe, his hands gliding against Melissa's ass. He then leaned down and started to pull off the robe completely, his hard on poking my girlfriend in the chest.

Pablo dropped the robe on the floor. He had gotten my girlfriend completely naked. He leaned over and, holding her hips, turned her delicately onto her tummy. He stood there, stroking, staring at her ass. Her perfect brown ass. Right in front of me. Suddenly Melissa coughed in her sleep and sort of woke up. In a flash Pablo closed the laptop so the room was pitch black. Melissa turned onto her side again, her eyes fluttering away. "Mmmm, are we in bed?" she asked. And then I heard her giggle. "I'm naked, I see." My eyes had adjusted. Pablo's hand was on Mel's ass, squeezing it in the dark. The other was stroking himself.

My girlfriend started to moan from being touched. She was thinking it was me and was so worked up already from the alcohol. His hand wandered over to her breast, squeezing and touching there. Stroking. Mel started moaning more. Then it crept down between her legs. To my horror, he touched her in her most private area. Mel let out a long sigh, a big sigh that indicated that she was getting close to orgasm. She moaned more and more, louder and louder and I watched as Pablo stopped rubbing himself and put the other hand on Mel's naked ass, closely and tightly, his thumb between her cheeks. And he knelt in and starting kissing her naked chest.

Mel climaxed just as Pablo came into his sock. To my horror, I was so turned on that I came as well. Mel, breathing hard, fell back onto her tummy. Instantly she fell asleep. I watched my roommate stroke my sleeping girlfriend's ass and then go and sit back on the bed. So shocked from the experience and for making myself pretend to be asleep, I passed out. I woke up once more to hear Pablo from his bed, staring at ours, jerking off a second time.

The experience turned me on so much I found ways to make my girlfriend a secret exhibitionist. Especially around Pablo.



Midnight Greens for Luxey



"Deluxx! Deluxx!" Horace called after her. She hated to be called that.

"What is it now?" Luxey asked him. Horace had the biggest crush on her and she kinda liked it but would never let him know that.

Horace certainly had good reason to lust after Luxey. Many men did. She was a stunning goddess. Luxey had luxurious golden blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and the face of an angel. She had big inquisitive eyes and luscious lips that were made for cock sucking. Luxey's best feature by far was her chest. She had huge, mouth watering, full breasts that drove many men insane.

Deluxx was her stage name at the local metal bar. She was the lead singer in a group called the Satin Gloves. They played angry, men hating, violent lyrics. Her best friend Lady Funkenstien was the bass player. Tonight they had played, what Luxey thought was their best set ever. Maybe they would get their big break soon.

Back to reality; "Deluxx, Uh ...I just wanted to tell you how much you rocked tonight. You were so good on stage, I swear." Horace stuttered at her.

"Thank you doll." Luxey told him and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Horace could die and go to heaven now that a real angel had kissed him! Horace smiled from cheek to cheek, said his good byes and walked back to the club.

It was almost midnight and Luxey wanted to walk home and get some air. She loved to be alone in the middle of the night. No one to talk to her, no crowd expecting her to snarl and scream at the top of her lungs on the newest Satin Gloves song. It was relaxing.

Luxey was turning the corner and taking her favorite shortcut behind the local pizzeria. The alley was dark but Luxey wasn't afraid. She had been walking in the city alone for years now without incident. She was vaguely aware of a vehicle approaching behind her.

Luxey turned and saw that it was an old Chevy Van and it sped up a little until it was right beside her. Luxey edged closer to the wall on the side of the alley to give him room to pass her. The Van suddenly cut over in front of her and skidded to a stop. Her pulse started to quicken.

Luxey was looked on in fear as the driver side door opened. A big man that she recognized from the show came around and stood in front of her. "Miss Deluxx?" He said.

"Yes?" Luxey answered sheepishly.

"I just wanted to tell you how good you were tonight and to offer you a ride." The big man told her.

"Oh that's ok. I'd rather walk, but thank you for the compliment. It's always nice to get a new fan." Luxey told him.

With that the man seemed to snap into a psychotic rage! "You fuckin ungrateful bitch!" He yelled. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and dragged her towards the van. Luxey tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. With one hand he opened the side door on the big van and with the other he tossed Luxey inside like a rag doll.

The man jumped in right after her and grabbed a roll of duct tape from behind the front seat and bound her hands and ankles. Luxey was not slouch and had held her own in quite a few fights but this man was way to strong and easily had her taken care of in minutes.

The jumped out and slid the door shut and then got in the driver seat and headed down the alley into the night. "It's no use screaming or trying to break free. You're stuck there." He told her as he drove on. "You should have been nice to me and we could have had a nice date. Maybe you still will be nice. I don't know." He muttered to her.

Luxey was in a panic and didn't know what to think. What was he going to do with her? Was he going to rape her? Did he have friends? Maybe I should just play along she thought. 

Luxey could see through the windows that they were leaving the city and heading out past the suburbs. After about a twenty-minute drive, the van came to a stop. The side door was pulled open and there he stood. "Do you like golf?" He asked with a smile.

Luxey wanted to play along at this point and agree to anything. "Yes. I love golf." She said enthusiastically.

"I can't fucking stand golf myself." He snarled. "But I do like this golf course. It's secluded and no one will bother us."

He picked Luxey up and placed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her out onto the golf course. He took her somewhere around the ninth hole. He gently placed her onto he ground so that she was in a sitting position. He left her ankles tied together and her hands were still bound behind her back.

He suddenly ripped off her shirt. Tearing it off from the front so that only her sleeves kept it from falling to the ground. Her massive bra encased boobs were exposed to him for the first tine. He smiled in approval. She had the most wonderfully full and natural tits he had ever seen. 

He took out a knife from his back pocket and cut her bra open from the front. Luxey was scared out of her mind at first thinking that he was going to stab her! Finally the her incredible chest was exposed for him in all it's glory. She could tell by the movement in his crotch that her naked boobs were having an effect on him. He must really be packing some meat!

"You like em?" She asked. She was starting to get some of her stage swagger back; as it seemed that he wasn't going to kill her. In fact she was getting a tiny bit turned on knowing that he was probably going to use her with that large object in his pants.

He stood up and walked behind her and brought out a bottle of wine. He pulled off the cork with his teeth and took a big swig. He held it up before Luxey's full lips and she took a huge swig. She thought that she was going to need it. It wasn't long before they had finished the whole bottle with Luxey downing most of it.

"I told you it was going to be a nice romantic date!" He told her. Luxey just nodded her head. Yeah, if you're a cave man maybe.

With that, he stood up and kicked off his boots and pulled down his trousers. He was wearing black briefs that barely contained his massive cock. The head was poking up from the top of them. He pulled them off with one hand and presented his amazing cock to her with the other. "Here you go baby." He said as he walked close to her his cock touching Luxey on the lips.

This man was basically raping her and she was helpless to do anything. He just stood there looking down at her not moving or saying anything. Luxey was getting extremely turned on by her situation. She sat there for a minute and then decided that she was going to make the best of a bad situation. 

Luxey parted her lips and engulfed his cock in her warm mouth. That was all the invitation the man needed and started to fuck into her mouth with hard thrusts. Luxey almost gagged on his cock with the first thrust, but she learned to relax a little bit and he would always pull his cock out enough for her to breath. 

The man grabbed her head as he fucked her forcing his cock a little bit further into her mouth with each thrust. Luxey had a strong gag reflex and was unable to deep throat. The man kept fucking her mouth and forcing the tip of his cock into her throat. She was starting to not enjoy this and get a little bit scared. What if he shoved it all the way in and kept it there? What would she do?

"Oh fuck Deluxx!" The man yelled and pulled his cock head out of her throat. He held her head tight and kept just the head of his cock in her mouth. Luxey gave his cock a big, long suck and was rewarded with a mouthful of his cum. She started to swallow it as her mouth filled up. She swallowed first one load and then a second until he was done shooting.

What had she just done? She had swallowed the sperm of a complete stranger with out regard to anything. She loved it!

The man then turned her over violently onto her knees. Luxey's face hit the ground hard causing her nose to bleed. Her wrists were still bound behind her back and she couldn't catch herself with her hands. She felt her leather skirt ripped off much the same way as her shirt and bra had been. She wasn't wearing any underwear and lush, round ass was fully exposed to the man.

Tear's started to stream down her face from the pain in her nose. She heard him opening a bottle of something behind her. Maybe it was another bottle of wine. She could use it.

"Can I have some of that?" Luxey asked with a sniffle.

"Oh sure." He answered with a chuckle. "Here you go."

He had been coating his cock with baby oil and aimed it right for Luxey's ass hole. With one quick thrust his cock head penetrated the ring of her anus. "Oh fuck!" She screamed.

He slowly slid more of his massive cock into her ass. Luxey whimpered as his huge cock invaded her ass. Luxey usually enjoyed anal sex and her ass was used to it. He had really lubricated his cock more than her usual anal sex partners did, so he it wasn't really that painful.

It wasn't long before he was all the way in to her anus to the hilt of his cock. He started to fuck her hard. Pulling his cock nearly all the way out and all the way in with each thrust. Luxey started to grunt in pleasure as he fucked her in the ass. He was really in her deep and she was loving it.

After fifteen minutes of ass fucking her, the man pulled out his cock and Luxey could feel the ropes of his cum landing on her back. "Oh fuck you were twice as good as I thought you would be." He exclaimed.

Luxey passed out.

Luxey was awakened by the sound of birds chirping and the bright morning sun shining in her eyes. She was lying on her side still naked with her hands and feet still bound by the duct tape. She tried to work her hands free but he had taped her up too tightly.

There was a piece of paper on the ground by her face. With a little effort she was able to rise up on her knees and peer down at it. It read:

Deluxx, Thank you for last night. You were the best date ever! I can't wait until we go out again. I have great ideas of our next night together. I hope you are as excited as me. 

P.S. 

When the grounds keepers make there rounds this morning they will free you. They don't speak any English just ask them "Yo Querer Para Chupar Ustedes Pene?" That means please untie me in Spanish.

Love Jack

Luxey started to shake in fear. He was going to do this to her again? Then she thought about last night again. Well maybe I didn't really have that bad of a time? She actually kind of enjoyed it. "Ok bring on the groundskeepers I'm ready to go home." She said out loud.

She heard a commotion behind her and turned to see who it was. There standing next to the Tee were two Hispanic men with rakes and shovels. She looked back down at the note and said to them "Yo Querer Para Chupar Ustedes Pene?" She wasn't entirely convinced that her captor really knew Spanish and she was right. It was a very, very rough translation of I want to suck your cock!

As bad a translation as it was the two men caught the jist of it, especially from the incredibly gorgeous naked woman on the putting green. They both pulled down their pants and underwear and made their way over to Luxey.

"What the fuck are you d..." Luxey's words were cut off by the first man's cock sliding into her mouth. She resigned herself to her new situation and started to suck the man off wondering what the rest of the day would bring.



Midnight Hike



"So do you want to go out tonight? I want to."

"What should we do? Dinner?" 

"Hmmm I'm not really hungry. Why don't we just go for a drive? Maybe through the canyon, it's beautiful at night. We can pull over and go for a little hike, sound good? Hike through the trees at night, no flashlights. Yeah, let's do that."

When we're walking out to the car, I mention that it looks dirty. Needs to be washed. Why don't we stop at the car wash on the way? Just drive through it real quick, get all the bird crap off of it. You know how much I love car washes, that illusion that the car is moving, how it gets all dark and claustrophobic. Loved it since I was just a little girl. Better grab a coat, it's a bit chilly. 

I fiddle with the radio while we're driving, scanning quickly through all the stations, not finding anything I like. You hate it when I do that, so I settle on something quiet, turn it down low, curl up in my seat and just watch the night fly by. We pull into the gas station and I start to get excited. You get out and walk inside to pay for the car wash and I watch you go, my head tilted to the side, smiling a little. Thinking. Conniving, really. When you return we pull up to the car wash, punch in the code, and roll inside. I pull my seat belt off when we get inside, turn towards you and unlock your seatbelt. The water starts to spray over the car, making the view through the windshield a dark, wavy mass of color. You smile at me and how much I love car washes. Before you can tease me, I lean over, kiss you softly on the lips. Just once, real slow and soft, warm, my hand against your cheek. Then I lean over into your lap, unbuttoning your pants and you laugh. You know what's coming next. You scoot down a bit in your seat. I pull your zipper down, carefully free you from your jeans. You look at me, my hair falling down over your knees, the length of my back between the seats, the waist of my jeans opened up in the back, so you can see the top of the crack of my ass. No panties. You slip a hand down there, brushing my lower back, running your palm over my ass. 

Meanwhile, I've gotten to work. Laughing a little in my throat with you in my mouth. I am not taking my time, knowing the car wash will not last long and you will soon have to drive again. I arch my back, pushing my ass up towards your hand. Press the flat of my tongue against the underside of your cock, rub it there hard. Suck. Slip it out of my mouth then back in again, pushing it to the back of my throat and holding it there, tight. You curl your fingers around my ass, reaching for my smooth little peachfish, and find it there, all warm and wet, waiting for you. You slip two fingers into my slit, glide them up and down for a second, then push them both inside of me, surprising me, catching me off guard. My breath catches, then I moan against your cock in my mouth. Slide it in further. Your other hand is curled in my hair, guiding me. 

You hold your fingers deep inside of me for a second, not moving, just being there. Feeling me. Hot, wet, silky soft. I tighten up around them, push back against them. You slide them out, then back in again, moaning with me as I copy your moves with my mouth. You open your eyes for a second and realize the car wash is finished. Someone is parked behind us, waiting, their headlights shining in your rearview mirror. They honk and I pull my head up, grinning at you. Grab your hand that was down my pants and slip your fingers into my mouth, cleaning them off. 

"Maybe we should go," I say. You grin back at me, and we drive off. I rebuckle my seat belt and remind you to do the same. 

You drive a little too fast, which is out of character for you, but I think you're just anxious to get to our destination so that we can continue what I've started. We reach the windy canyon road, follow it further into the trees and I peer down at the creek, all silvery in the bright moonlight. I try to find the moon, but it's somewhere above the roof of the car and I can't see it. I can, however, see the big dipper and I point it out to you. 

"That is MY constellation," I say, and you laugh at me. 

"Is that so?" You ask.

I say, "YES, it is branded on my body." 

You say, "How do you know it is not the other way around? Maybe YOU belong to the big dipper." 

I sit and think about this, watching the trees fly by. I love to look out the window while you drive. I remember how when I was young I would peer out the window and imagine myself riding a bike on the side of the road alongside the car, flying over cracks in the sidewalk, weaving between parked cars. I tell you this, and just when I'm finishing, you pull off to the side of the road and park. Turn the car off. Pull me to you. Kiss me and tell me you love it when I tell you stories about when I was a little girl. I kiss you back, closing my eyes and just feeling you there. We sit there and kiss for a long time, me half in your lap, curled up against you. Every once in awhile a car drives by, washing us in the light from its highbeams. 

I pull away from you, smile and bite my lip. I glance out the window into the dark trees. Look back at you. That mischievous glint in my eyes. 

"Chase me," I say, pushing the car door open and slamming it back shut, running out into the trees. You follow me, I can hear the leaves crunching under your feet. You're peering around trees, squinting in the dark. I hide behind a wide tree, peek back around it to see how close you're getting. My heart is pounding. This is fun for me. I let you look just until you start to worry, maybe feel the beginning pangs of panic, calling my name out into the darkness. You walk near my tree and I jump out, yell "BOO!" and make you jump. I laugh at you uncontrollably, feeling kind of bad but not being able to control my giddiness, my excitement and nervousness, being out here alone with you in the wilderness. I double over, clutching my tummy. I love to play jokes on you. I think you like it too. 

You grab my forearms, push me back up against the tree, a little forcefully. I stop laughing, sigh a little, trying to catch my breath, looking up that half inch into your face. You're not mad, you're just ready to finish what we started in the car. I smile at you, not like a little girl this time, more like the woman I really am, starting to burn between the legs, knowing, in that moment, that I am about to be fucked.

"Undress me," I murmur quietly. The moon, I can see it now, just over your head. It's full, shining down on us. You reach for me and I back away, around the tree. I pull my sweater over my head, letting it hang on my arms, in front of my breasts. You can see the pale skin on my tummy, my bare back as I turn in a circle for you, still backing away. You follow. I back into a tree and you reach out, take the sweater and pull it away from me. Stare at me for a minute, half naked and pale, bathed in moonlight. You reach out and fumble with the button on my jeans, a little rushed now, yanking them down over my hips and I step out of them, kick them aside. I stand there up against the tree, naked, feeling the bark biting into my bare skin. I reach out and slip my hands up under your shirt. Your hands are on me now, feeling my skin, leaving this warm trail all over me. It's cold and I pull you to me, yank your shirt over your head and you press your warmth against me. I'm breathing hard now, kissing you, nibbling on that lower lip of yours that I love. We're all mouths, tongues, lips and teeth. Hands. My fingers shake as I unbutton your jeans, pull down your zipper and push down your pants, grabbing you in my hand, hot, hard, ready. And I'm pinned up against that tree. 

'Now,' I plead, 'Please... now...'

'What?' You ask, teasing me. I can feel the head of your cock as it pushes at my pussy lips, slips between them, getting wet, resting at the outside of my cunt. I curve my hips towards you but you back up a bit, keeping yourself just out of reach. 

'Fuck me, please...' I beg into your lips.

You press me into the tree, pull my legs up around your waist, and slide straight up into me. You fill me up, bottom out, and I stop breathing. Sink my teeth into your neck. Squeeze my eyes shut and just feel you there. 

***********************

"Fuck me," you say, and I lift you up, your legs wrap around my hips. Your hair is all over your face. I am so hungry for you and pull your pussy close and settle right into you, fuck into you. I lean you a little against the tree and press you back. It hurts a little, the bark is scratching you with each thrust. I hear these little whimpers, you wrap your arms around my neck and pull yourself toward me, bury your face into my neck, whimpering oh yes, oh god yes.

And I am riding on you, letting your clit slide along the length of my cock, oh my god it feels so good. cradling my little girl in my arms, my naked little girl. You are so wet that I slide easily into you, each thrust has you literally impaled and pressed against the tree. I begin to kiss you, I can feel myself ready to cum and we are in such a heat. We don't even notice the cool weather. And I spray up into you, oh god. I'm cumming.

I set you back down and pull up my jeans. I pull on my t shirt, but I take your clothes and hang on. You, little girl, were very bad seducing me like this. Stripping naked in the middle of the woods so we are going to walk back to the car with you naked. And we start back. You say you are a little cold so I wrap you to myself and hold you close, keep you warm with rubs and touches. Mmmmmmm

The grass is brushing your legs, the small branches snapping across your tits. Ow ow ow. And we get to the car, there are occaisional lights going by, and just as you are getting in the back seat - yes, the back seat! I am not through with you little girl - a light comes around the corner and lights up your ass as it sidles into the car. Oh my god they saw me. You hit me, and I laugh. Lay you back on the car seat. 

You still have no clothes. If my little girl is good I will give them back to you. You PROMISE to be good. I watch you lean back, open your legs, this wonderful ravaged little pussy - that beautiful pink line, the little hood of your clit. I can see my cum still dripping out of you. The pucker of your ass. And you run your finger along the line of your puss, making sure I am watching you. Just the light of the cars illuminating us randomly, and bring your fingers up. Your beautiful, slick, sticky shiny fingers and feed yourself to me. Feeding me your cunt. Mmmmmmm. I lick your fingers, and then I reach down and dip into you. Feel your open little puss, and greedily stroke and rub your pussy. You are still so hungry and you begin to rub yourself against my hand. I lift my fingers and you begin to lick them clean.

Such a good little girl.

And we repeat, feeding each other, your pussy is getting so hungry and wild. I lean down and kiss you there, can feel its wetness on my face, rubbing my chin into you. God I am so hungry. And I lick you hard, up through your middle. You lay back on your car seat and push my face into you as I lick and lick. I tell you how wonderful, salty, sweet, spicy, hot, wet, you are soaking the car seat as I lick. I reach my fingers up into you and rub you steady over this little rough spot inside you and you really begin to squirm. Cum for me little girl. I keep licking you and stroking you until you are moaning and begging. Want to cum? Oh god, yeah and then this stiffening of your body, hitting the seat and pressing me into you, thrashing and mashing your puss into my mouth, I can barely breath but I hang on for dear life and keep moving on your body, reach up and begin to squeeze those beautiful tits of yours, and you are cumming. Over and over, this wave of pleasure. The windows are all steamed up, we are lost in the dark. 

You lay there, and I feel a twinge in my pants. I'm still not through with you little girl. You see me take my cock out again, and say I don't know. I might be too sensitive. And I lay on you, your knees are up. You get your answer from me. And I lay and set my cock at your pussy and plunge into you. You are like ow ow, oh god. And press me to yourself. Sooooo sensitive. And I lay inside you, hold myself into you and coo in your ears. Hold yourself open, open those legs. My good little girl, and slowly slowly I begin to fuck you again. Long strokes you can feel my whole length slide into you. Over and over and over and over. I just want to keep fucking. Being in you, being you.

We lay in that back seat until you are thrashing against me again, we are lost in one another, kissing, devouring one another. And in a blind heat are sharing a little orgasm, you are still naked and covered with cum. Cum on our breath, we are torn to pieces, clothing everywhere. We don't even know where we are. I give you your clothes and you are putting them on in the front seat as I am driving us back.

I am looking at you. It was only two things. I watch you pull up your jeans and your bare cunny - no panties - disappears. It looks pink, red, your lips swollen. You swat at me - you little shit - making me walk back to the car naked. I'm FREEZING.

I'll make it up to you little girl. I'll warm you right up when we get home.



Midnight Hour



The clock struck loud a bong bong to signal the midnight hour. Jason awoke suddenly with the sound and decided to get up from his slumber. He made his way down the long hallway in silence with only a hurricane lamp to light his way. Shadows bounced on the wall from the light. All was quiet now; a deathly silence had befallen the night. Entering the study, he placed the lamp down and looked at his desk. The pile of work he had before him was enormous and he thought he would get some of the paperwork done for his accounting firm. He settled down behind his desk to begin his work, when the wind began to howl. It blew the curtains to and from from the open window. Papers scattered across the room. He bolted up from his chair to close the window and looked out into the night.

There was a mist starting in the darkness and he could barely see the graveyard out his open window. He was not sure if his eyes deceived him but he could barely make out a figure walking the cemetery grounds. He tried to peer harder to make out the form. He could barely see the form of a female, which seemed to have stopped at a grave. He watched for awhile and she dropped to her knees and he could hear a crying sound between the sound of the wind. He wondered what she was doing and why she was there at this time of night so lost and so alone in the night. 

He decided his work could wait and he would go see what she was about. He went quickly down the hallway, out of the study to put on his cloak. And went out into the night. He walked past the tall trees whose leaves rustled in the winds and he could still hear the cry from her as she lamented something or which he was not sure. Was she real of imagined he wondered as he made his way to the graveyard gate? As he went past the headstones he could still see her. As he managed to get closer he could see that she was just a shadow of a figure and not quite solid. For he seemed to be able to see through her. 

As he approached she turned, tears streaming down her face. He looked at the grave and then the ghostly phantom before him. She came towards him floating on the wind. Embraced him in her arms, which were of the air and held him tight. He knew then. She was lonesome. Her lover of a long time past had not come to her. He tried to hold her back, this ghostly woman and give her the love she so craved. Passion on the wind. Her desires were strong as he stood back and looked at her. She was lovely dressed in a long beige gown. She led him off into the woods by the hand and he followed, there beneath an oak tree she kissed him. His hands could barely feel her, she was there, but yet she was not. She touched him with her simple fingers moving aside his cloak and shirt. His skin tingled at her touch. She touched him so lightly; it was almost like being kissed by a breeze. Her lips met his chest and he seemed to meld into her. Her eyes at that point seemed to laugh looking up at him, and her lips broke into a slight smile. 

He was under her spell of seduction and he could not resist as she started to fondle him further below. He could feel her love. She touched him so tenderly between the legs, his cock gave a leap as if touched by fire. She fumbled slowly and released him from the restraints of his pants and stroked his maleness. He was hard and firm and he could not understand the spell he was under. This phantom, this ghost had him in her grips. And he knew nothing but to succumb. He gave way and tore at her ghostly dress and kissed her mounds of breasts. He suckled at the mist’s breasts and savored her flavor. Her nipples responding hard and standing up proud and erect. He could tell he was overcoming her sorrow at her lover’s passing and coming no more. She was not at rest still, and desired the things of the earth. She desired to feel and would not let go. He felt under her dress and felt a heat and wetness come as she moaned into the wind. 

She dropped to the ground and he could see her taking on flesh and becoming more solid. Her hands felt warm upon him. She kissed the tip of his penis and opened her mouth wider. She fondled him with her lips taking him deeper inside her and she started slowly to suckle with passion. He fell back against the tree, his legs weakened. She persisted and devoured his essence. He grew hard inside her and she touched his balls and caressed them with tenderness. She wanted more from him. He could hear her moaning. She suddenly tore her mouth away from him and said, “You shall be my lover for tonight”. He calmly responded that he would and what ever it was that she desired he would do. She gave a rather fiendish smile and said she wanted to please him.

She pulled him down to the ground and pushed him into the leaves. Her body over him, she climbed on to him letting her dress fall about his face. She pushed herself into his lips. He could taste her dripping heat and drove himself right into her. She gave out pleas of more and he could feel her whole body trembled as he had her in his grips. She moved herself down and kissed over his chest and then came up. She drove her tongue between his lips and they danced for a little while. She lowered hand to between his legs. She gripped him in her hands and gently pushed the tip of his manhood against her clit. Teasing her self with him. He felt her harden against him as she lowered herself on to him. Her body shaking as she impaled herself on his staff. She held him tight inside her; he could feel how wet she was for him.

He felt her throb as she moved slowly up and down on him. She held tight to his neck and kissed him again. He never felt like this before as this vision slowly took him. She moved up and he looked into her eyes. Eyes on fire. Driving her face into his neck she slowly nibbled him and kissed his neck, as she started to move faster. Thrusting herself into her. He met her thrusts and wanted to drive himself deep into her. His body lurched as he pushed and she pushed as the beat grew in temp. She whined and whimpered as he could tell she was going to unleash her passion. He felt the wetness creeping down his shaft and dripping over his balls. Suddenly she gave a cry of urgency, her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip. He let his torrent go as he jerked inside her spilling his sweet cream. They came as one so intense with desires.

She fell on to him holding him so very close. He squeezed her and wanted to love her so this ghostly delight. There was a sudden tenderness for a moment until she looked up to him. He could see a slight tear from her eyes. He tried to gaze into her this spirit to find out her story. But she was hidden from him. He would never know. She was a mystery to him this night. He wondered if he would ever see her again. She lifted up her hand and whipped the tear from her eye and smiled at him.

He felt her disappear into his hands. Her flesh seemed to vanish. He could feel her no more. The mist started to surround them and she was getting harder to feel and see. She was vanishing in the mist. Then she was not there. He got up and put himself together and looked around. She was gone. As strangely as she appeared. He walked towards the house glancing behind him. There was nothing. He started to wonder if it was just a dream. He entered the house and took one last look into the night. He heard the clock strike three. He put his cloak away and walked to his room to lay awake and wonder if he might ever see her again.



Midnight Hunger



The noise of the bar was almost deafening. I practically had to shout to get the bartender's attention so she could bring a refill. She brought the dark brew to me and put the cost on my tab. I just stared into the beer, tired from a long day of work and trying desperately to let the world wash away from me. I actively ignored everyone around me as I tried to relax, which is probably why I didn't even see her come up to me until she stood next to me with her back to the bar.

Her dark hair cascaded past her shoulders, giving off the slightest shimmer in the light of the bar. Her icy blue eyes almost seemed to pierce into me and set off nicely against her olive skin. She smiled at me as I looked at her, her teeth a brilliant white, made even more so against the deep red lipstick on her full sensual lips. I felt my pulse quicken in spite of myself and quickly tried to regain my composure. And yet, for some reason, I wasn't able to speak as she looked at me. I didn't know why, but I supposed it was because a woman of this sort of exquisite beauty hadn't been near me in quite some time.

She signaled to the bartender and a glass of deep red wine was brought to her. She didn't leave any money on the bar, but I assumed that she too had a tab running and I just hadn't seen her come up to the bar tonight. As she drank, she tipped her head back, her neck smooth and supple. Her skin seemed unimaginably soft and I felt my desire for her growing. I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzzy feeling I was getting from looking at her. And yet, I unconsciously licked my lips as she drank. She shifted slightly as she finished her glass and the leather coat she was wearing slipped open.

Underneath the soft calfskin she wore a deep red corset. The satin clung to her body and squeezed her breasts together. Her impossibly deep cleavage drew me in as I openly stared. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't resist drinking in her form. I felt my mind grow foggy again as I ogled her every curve. And then, I felt my stupor lessen as I heard her laugh quietly to herself. I shook my head and blushed. I tried to apologize, but she just smiled at me. "If I didn't want men to look, I wouldn't have dressed like this, would I?"

I blushed even more and I could feel my heart pounding. She slipped a finger into her empty glass of wine and collected the dregs on her fingertip. She then lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked the last of the deep red liquid into her mouth. She smiled as I watched her, entranced by her every movement. I tried to control myself, but I could already feel my cock beginning to swell as I watched her. Her every breath pushed her breasts higher and I practically drooled as I looked at her. She set the glass down and licked her lips as she stared into my eyes.

She leaned close to me and spoke directly into my ear. Her breath was hot and her words took on an insistence that I could barely comprehend. "You should come with me. Now." I couldn't resist her invitation and felt very lucky to be leaving with such a beautiful woman. The bartender smiled after us and I didn't even care that I had forgotten to settle up my tab. All I cared about was being near this intoxicating woman. 

We walked beneath the moonlight and I barely even noticed that the night had become almost impossibly quiet. All I could hear was the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement. I walked right behind her, reveling in every curve that was being displayed before me. She wore a short tight skirt and a pair of fishnet stockings. And every inch of her body seemed to be either the ending of one curve or the beginning of the next. Feminine was the only appropriate description. Painfully, intoxicatingly, sensually feminine.

We arrived at her townhouse, about two blocks from the bar. She unlocked the door and let me in. She then slipped off her coat and hung it by the door and I finally got my first truly complete look. Her legs were firm and supple, her hips a very pleasant curve, and her breasts were full and firm, made even more so by the corset squeezing them up and out. She smiled again, her teeth still impossibly white against her deep red lipstick. I felt my pulse quicken and my cock become painfully swollen as she looked at me. She held out a hand and crooked her finger, beckoning me toward her. I was only too glad to follow.

I was led to a four poster bed in an opulent room. Mahogany furniture filled the room, along with artwork from a variety of masters: Da Vinci, Cezanne, Kahlo, O'Keeffe. Heavy curtains covered the windows and soft silken sheets covered the bed. The white of the sheets contrasted delightfully with the deep red fabric hanging from the posts of the bed behind the headboard. She directed me to lie on the bed and I eagerly agreed. I could feel my mind growing foggy again, but I completely ignored it now. My desire and pleasure were winning out over any concerns I had over being seduced and enticed by this intoxicating stranger.

As I lay there, she quickly began stripping my clothes off of me. Her fingernails grazed over my body and my eyes almost rolled back into my head in ecstasy from the feel. I struggled to maintain my focus so I could watch her move languidly over my body, slowly rubbing her body against me, the feel of her cool flesh, the soft satin and the texture of her silken fishnet stockings. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her breasts pressed against me. I embraced her tightly, longing to feel her full body against me, my cock swollen and aching, precum pouring out of me and dripping down my throbbing shaft.

She pulled away and smiled again, a possessed desire burning in her eyes and pulled up her skirt, revealing a neatly trimmed and dripping wet pussy. I must have lost some time in the midst of feeling her against me because I couldn't remember when she had slipped off her shoes. She licked her lips as she looked at me and slipped on top of me. She felt impossibly tight and I strained to push the head of my cock inside her quivering pussy. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into her, a moan of ecstasy escaping my lips as my shaft pushed inside her. 

I shuddered as I felt her clench her pussy around me over and over again. My hands roamed her body, luxuriating in the feel of her on top of me. I ached for her like a man possessed and my hands trembled as I eagerly unhooked her corset, freeing her breasts from their satin imprisonment. I moaned softly with every movement, my mind swimming as the room spun. I grew drunk with lust and desire as I squeezed her full firm breasts in my hands and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She began to moan as well and ground her clit against me, her juices pouring onto me, lubricating my shaft as she rode it.

Over and over I plunged my cock into her, each thrust making me hungrier than the last. Each sensation making me ache for more. I began to fuck like a man possessed. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as I felt her pussy spasm around me, her orgasm rocketing through me and making me harder and more desirous to explode. I grabbed her hips and thrust wildly, unable to control myself. She licked her lips as she looked down at me and I felt my mind almost go blank. My heart pounded and my pulse raced as she raked her nails across my chest. She squeezed her pussy around my cock, almost milking the cum out of me.

Finally, when I could take it no longer, I felt my entire body tense. She sensed my orgasm coming and with a burst of almost inhuman strength pulled me close to her, the sensation of my cock moving inside her making me explode. My head was thrown back as I moaned and screamed in ecstasy, cum shooting out of me over and over again as I came. And as I came, she leaned down and kissed me passionately on the neck. The feel of her lips and tongue on me made me cum even harder, cum flowing out of me, filling her up, dripping out of her. I felt like I came for an eternity, harder and longer than I thought possible. I almost felt weak as the fluid continued to pour out of me. Finally, when I could take no more, I collapsed back on the bed. I felt her eyes on me, her smile as she enjoyed the feel of her hunger being satisfied. I smiled too, unable to do more, unable to speak. I laid back and my head tipped to one side. And although I couldn't see them, I could feel the two perfect circles on my neck and the bright red trickle that slowly emanated from them, impossibly red against my now ghostly pale skin. 



Midnight in Harbour



Kelly sighed and walked down the starboard gangway towards the bridge. "Bloody midnight, on bloody watch and practically everybody still ashore at the barbeque. Bugger!" she thought to herself. She reached the bridge and was about to enter when she paused for a moment to listen to the almost complete silence surrounding the boat as it rocked gently against the wharf. The only sound that could be heard, apart from the waves gently lapping against the hull, was a strange sort of liquid slurping, the source of which wasn't immediately obvious.

Until she noticed the shadows of two almost -- but not quite -- motionless figures through the opposite hatch of the bridge.

Paul, the first mate, was leaning back against the port taffrail, his uniform shorts puddled around his ankles. Kneeling in front of him, her head flashing backwards and forwards as she sucked on his cock, was Kate, the new stewardess, who had just joined the boat that morning.

Careful not to disturb the couple, she moved silently -- but swiftly, so as not to miss any of the action -- to the chartroom behind the bridge, from where she was pretty sure .... Yes, she had the perfect viewing angle.

Kate's cheeks hollowed whenever she moved her mouth down and forward onto Paul's rigid cock. She was sucking for all she was worth and it was evidently having the desired effect. Paul thrust his hips forward to meet every stroke of Kate's hot little mouth. His face bore a fixed grimace as he struggled not to give vent to the sounds bottling up inside him, along with what felt like a subterranean river of hot cum working its way up from his balls. 

It was difficult for him, since Kate obviously held a PhD in fellatio. She varied the length and speed of every stroke, running her tongue -- with its piercing adding a whole new raft of sensation -- around the head of Paul's ample tool. Her close cropped dark brown hair, though moving with the motion of her head, did not obscure a clear view of Paul's length disappearing and reappearing every second.

His cock glistened as it emerged on every backstroke, dripping copious amounts of saliva and precum onto the teak decking. To begin with Kate had used one hand to guide the cock into her warm, receptive mouth, but soon had to use it to balance herself in her squatting position as her other hand was busy finger fucking her bald, soaking wet pussy. On a couple of occasions she had balanced precariously in her squatting position and reached round Paul to pull his taught buttocks forward, thrusting his cock further inside her willing mouth.

Paul grabbed his cock, pulled it from Kate's eager lips and slapped it across her face a couple of times. 

"You want to keep your job, bitch? Suck me! Take this cock right down your slutty little throat."

Kate obviously wanted the job in question. Looking up at Paul and with the sexiest smile imaginable, she engulfed his cock and drew it as far into her mouth as she could. She closed her eyes to concentrate and, gagging slightly, sucked the meat popsicle right to the back of her throat.

She stayed motionless for a moment as Paul's powerful hands pulled her head onto the full length of his shaft. She bucked her head a couple of times and grunted as she felt the mushroom shaped head butt up against the back of her throat. She felt the head swelling even larger and could sense the heat in his shaft as his cum began to rise up. Paul began to facefuck her roughly -- and she loved every filthy dirty second.

"I've got to make him scream," she thought. She had bet Paul an extra day's shore leave that he could not stay quiet through one of her blowjobs. "I've been sucking cock since I was 15," she had said, "and I've never yet met the owner of a hard prick who doesn't cry out when I make him cum."

Slowly -- tantalisingly slowly -- she drew her mouth back off the cock jammed down it. She shifted her weight and, keeping the important hand busy deep inside her pussy, she used the other to grab Paul's cock and leaned her head back to inspect it.

"Not the biggest I've ever seen, despite what he thinks of it," she thought. "But a cock in the hand is worth two on the DVD."

She grinned to herself, spat a mouthful of saliva onto the veined, pulsing shaft and went back to work. Grunting in time with her increasingly rapid strokes, she used her tongue stud to drive Paul insane as she ran it over the top of his cockhead. She wanked him fiercely into her mouth with increasing speed -- but he still remained stoically silent, although there were involuntary little grunts coming from him as she used every ball-licking, cock-sucking, cum-swallowing talent she had to coax a sound from him.

She sensed he was close. His cock was quivering inside the hot tunnel her mouth offered him as it slid backwards and forwards across her lips. She tightened the grasp her lips had on it and applied every ounce of suction power she could. Finally, in a desperate Hail Mary manoeuvre, she ripped her fingers from her pussy, which was now literally pouring her cum onto the deck, reached between Paul's splayed legs and unerringly slid one perfectly manicured finger up his arse.

"Jesus H. Christ on a fucking water buffalo," Paul's shout echoed across the water. Pulling out of Kate's mouth, he pulled once on his shining cock and then, with a powerful heave of every muscle in his legs and buttocks, came in spades. Lightning fast jets of cum hit Kate on the forehead, chin and nose. One spurt hit her in the eye, another rope of cum decorated her hair and one that went almost sideways frightened the voyeuristic seagull off the taffrail.

Slowly jerking his cock to rid it of every last drop of cum that had worked its way up his thick veined shaft, Paul pushed it forward as Kate leaned down to lick it clean.

In the chartroom, Kelly bit her lip in frustration as she watched the aftermath of Paul and Kate's midnight tryst. She was absolutely gagging for a pummelling right now, and had no method of easing the ache between her legs. Other than the obvious, that was.

"Fuck me sideways -- the dirty little cow," she whispered to herself. "I'm going to have to tell Pete this one on my booty phone call later. But first, back to the cabin and break out Dave the rabbit....."



Midnight: In My Pool



The sound of a splash awoke me with a start. I half opened my eyes, still suspended in the dream state I often found myself in when my sleep was disturbed prematurely. I was lying naked on the bed, a light sheen of sweat colouring my skin with a silvery glow from the moonlight slanting in through the open balcony. The light bed cover was pooled in a crumpled mess somewhere around my feet.

It was another hot and humid night and the scent of bougainvillea flowers swirled in the air, teasing my senses with their exotic aroma. For a moment I felt disorientated and strangely lost, the fog of sleep refusing to release its fuzzy grip on my tired brain. 

Where was I? 

I vaguely recognised that the window was on the wrong side of the room and the air was too warm. Then I remembered; I was not at home -- I was in the villa.

My small travel clock told me it was midnight. By rights I should have been deeply asleep, so why had I woken up? 

The soft sound of water splashing roused me again. It jarred my senses uneasily. I was alone in my villa and the pool was private, so why could I hear someone outside? It was with a sense of disquiet that I lifted myself from the bed and cautiously padded towards the balcony. 

Half hidden behind the long sheer drapes, I glanced out carefully across the terrace towards the turquoise pool gleaming in the moonlight. For a moment I could see nothing; merely the pale outlines of the chairs and table strewn around the edge of the glistening water. I began to wonder if my overactive imagination was playing subtle games with me and I yawned heavily. 

Tonight was not the night to be suffering from insomnia when I had arranged to join a coach tour tomorrow. This involved a depressingly early start and I had deliberately gone to bed sooner than I normally would have. Sightseeing local ruins seemed an essential part of the whole holiday experience and I was determined to play the tourist for at least some of the time. I needed to find my inspiration and this holiday was supposed to help.

I turned away and was about to head back to bed when another sound alerted me. As I gazed back out towards the patio, I was stunned to see a naked man poised at the far end of my pool, outlined in an ethereal glow. He dove into the water silently, barely making a ripple on the smooth glassy expanse as he swam beneath the surface. Eventually he emerged at the other end of the pool and climbed out, his skin dripping with moisture, his black hair slicked back sleekly.

The moon's glow caught his body in strokes of ghostly light, allowing me to admire the smoothly muscular definition of his chest, hairless and sharply delineated. I was mesmerised. My eyes swept lower and lingered on his cock hanging heavily between thick thighs. For a long moment he stood proudly like an Adonis, seemingly unaware of my illicit voyeurism. 

Then he was gone. 

The moon slid slyly behind a solitary cloud and when it reappeared my naked swimmer had vanished. I didn't know whether to be outraged that he had been swimming in my supposedly private pool -- or aroused by his unabashed nakedness. 

Right at that moment it was definitely the latter. 

* * *

I arrived back at the villa the following evening exhausted, dusty, and extremely pissed off to realise I had no electricity. I had been dreaming of a cool shower all afternoon and now there was no chance. I felt like screaming, my disappointment was so acute.

Instead I decided to be proactive and walk down the hill to the home of Senor Velasquez, the owner of my villa. I presumed he would know why I had no power; or at least I hoped he would. Quickly I changed into a clean dress and squirted some scent on. My hair was already pinned up and although it was beginning to escape, I left it alone. 

Once again I set foot outside wearily. It felt like I had been on my feet all bloody day, walking in and out of ancient ruined temples, listening to hair-raising tales of rape and pillaging. Playing the avid tourist was beginning to pall slightly -- this was not the reason I had come to Malta. 

Behind the villa the sky was streaked with vermillion ribbons of colour, as the sun dropped over the horizon and into the sea, like a red-hot coal. It was sublimely beautiful and for a moment I paused, entranced, to watch nature's display of fiery brilliance. 

This was the reason I had come to Malta. I needed to be reminded that I was still a member of the human race. Simple pleasures like a brilliant sunset and glass of cool white wine were the things I craved after all the complications of the last year.

I allowed myself to smile as I slowly ambled down the stony track. It was a typically balmy night and I could hear the crickets chirruping from the thorny bushes lining the edge of the fields. Despite my irritation at the lack of electricity, I had no regrets about being here. It felt right and I needed to recharge my batteries.

I knocked on Senor Velasquez's battered looking front door. For ages nobody answered and I was just about to give up when I heard footsteps and the sound of a bolt being drawn back.

The door creaked open and a young man appeared wearing nothing but a pair of scruffy denim shorts. For a moment we stared at one another, both of us waiting for me to speak.

"Si?" he said eventually, his lips curled upwards in a sardonic smile. 

I suddenly found my mouth was as dry as the dusty step beneath my feet. I felt flustered, standing here under the scrutiny of this beautiful young man. And he was beautiful. His blue-black hair hung just above his deeply tanned shoulders and his eyes were dark pools of sin I fervently wanted to dive into. It had been too long, I suddenly realised. Not that a man like this would possibly be interested in a woman like me.

Oh no. He would in all likelihood have dozens of girlfriends patiently waiting for a morsel of his time. No doubt they were queuing up down the street, as I stood here at his door tongue tied.

"I'm Meredith Black," I managed to spit out eventually. "I'm staying in Villa Rosa up the hill. For some reason I have no electricity?"

"Papa eez not 'ere. I'm Paulo, his son," the young man explained in surprisingly good English. No doubt he had plenty of practice sweet-talking the tourists, I thought with a slight twinge of jealousy.

"If you like I come and see what ze problem eez?" He smiled encouragingly and I realised that I really had no choice. It was Paulo or nobody. There was no damn way I was sitting in the dark all evening.

"Okay, if you could that would be helpful," I conceded slightly reluctantly. 

"I just put some shoes on," he said, glancing down at his bare feet ruefully. That was a mistake. I automatically followed his gaze and found myself lingering on his naked torso, smooth and muscular. Unwillingly my eyes trailed further south and brushed over his faded denim shorts. 

Very big mistake...all this sun must be going to my head. 

I looked back up again to find him grinning at me knowingly. Damn him. Not only was he fluent in English, he was also a mind reader. 

"Right, I'll head back up to the villa and see you there." It seemed prudent to make my escape before he hypnotised me any further. Without further ado, I shot off back up the track towards my temporary home, the setting sun casting a further red tinge to my already burning cheeks. I felt sure I could hear a faint laugh as I left Paulo behind, watching me from the doorway. 

* * *

The rooms were steeped in long purple shadows when I unlocked the door once again. The peace was soothing after my hectic day of playing the polite tourist. My jaw still ached from all the insincere smiling I had been forced to do. I desperately wanted to pour myself a glass of cool wine, but I realised it would be stupid to open the fridge and risk warming it up any further. 

Instead I opened the french windows and stepped out on to my patio to wait for Paulo to arrive with his tools. That thought made me crack a smile. The loud knock on my door soon wiped it off my face again. My nerves jangled unexpectedly as I hurried back inside to let him in. I felt like a teenager waiting for her first date. Ha! If only he knew...

"Hallo again Mrs Black," Paulo grinned engagingly, a small tool bag held in his hand.

"Please call me Meredith," I said, stepping aside to allow him to enter. I hated being called Mrs Black -- it held too many memories.

Paulo headed straight for the cupboard under the stairs where the electrics were apparently situated and I left him to it. I felt flustered when he was near and I needed to cool off outside. Not there was much chance of that -- it was still incredibly hot even though the sun had almost set. With the electricity off the air conditioning was not working and the villa was stifling. 

The water in the pool was cool and inviting. For a blissful moment I contemplated thoughts of stripping off and diving in naked. I wondered how Paulo would react to such a show of hedonism. Would he be shocked, I mused idly as I sat down on the tiled edge and trailed my feet in the water.

Or would he join me? 

I half closed my eyes and imagined swimming languorously across the pool, the water caressing my skin with sensual fingers. I heard a splash and felt a warm pair of hands grip my waist, pulling me underneath the surface. It was Paulo, his eyes black and enigmatic in the gloom of our silent underwater world. 

His body melded to mine and the shocking heat of his skin seared my flesh. I ignited instantly, desire licking a wanton pathway up my thighs and sparking a conflagration deep inside my sex. We kissed, sharing the oxygen until my lungs began to burn and I was forced to break away and surge upwards, breaking the surface of the pool with a gasp.

Paulo followed me, his dark hair curling over his eyes. I barely had time to catch my breath before he grabbed me again, his tongue surging into my mouth. I was pushed to the side, the coolness of the tiles a delicious contrast to the heat of my skin. His hand found the curve of my breast and my nipples tingled in excitement. 

"Meredith..." he whispered huskily into my ear, sending urgent shivers though my aching body.

"Meredith!" 

I jumped in shock. Paulo was knelt beside me gazing at me curiously and I felt my cheeks flood with embarrassment as the last vestiges of my erotic fantasy slipped away on the warm night air.

"I 'ave fixed it now," he explained with a faint smile, but I was too flustered to reply immediately. His hot dark eyes burned into mine and I just knew he could see the desire written all over my pink cheeks. I felt utterly mortified and still very aroused from my lustful yearnings.

"Err...what was the problem?" I stuttered, hurriedly pulling myself up from the side of the pool.

"Ze trip switch 'ad blown," Paulo explained patiently, his eyes twinkling with amusement...and something else I couldn't quite identify. "Eet should be okay now."

"Well thanks Paulo." I felt rather relieved that I would be able to have the long awaited shower; my skin felt hot and clammy from the sun, the heat and if I was totally honest...arousal.

"No problemo, Meredith." His husky voice transformed my plain old name into a sonnet of breath-taking beauty. I was captivated by his charms, but in reality he was much too young for me to waste a second thinking about the 'what ifs'. 

"Ave a nice evening," he said as he stared straight into my eyes for one blinding moment. Then he was gone and the heavy front door slammed shut in the sharp salty breeze that had suddenly whipped up from nowhere. I felt bereft in the shadow of his absence. My sun had disappeared behind a cloud and a chill shivered though my veins.

But it was nothing that a glass of Chardonnay and long tepid shower wouldn't cure. At least that was the general idea.

* * *

I awoke with my book still open on page 126 where I had fallen asleep. Once again I looked over at my alarm clock blearily; once again it told me it was just gone midnight. A faint splash alerted me to my nightly swimmer and with a sense of excitement I jumped up and peered out of my window.

He stood poised on the far end of the pool as he had every night for the past few days, moonlight glinting off his wet torso and dripping hair. He was magnificent; Michelangelo's David sculpted in warm flesh instead of cold marble. With a graceful arc he dived into the water smoothly, slicing through the pool like a dolphin. 

I felt my body helplessly respond and with a feeling of trepidation I knew I had to confront the swimmer before he vanished silently into the night once again. I needed to know who he was and why he was swimming in my pool. Somehow the potential danger failed to enter my head.

There is no fool like an old fool said the old adage. Maybe that should have been translated into there is no fool like a middle-aged woman in lust...

* * *

I crept silently down the staircase and peered out of the french windows, my thin silk slip sticking to my heated skin. It was dark but for a few pale reflections glinting off the pool's surface and I could see very little. For a disappointing moment I thought the swimmer had vanished into the night again, but then he reappeared at the far end of the pool, his sleek head breaking the surface of the water like a seal.

The french windows were locked and I silently turned the key, praying it would not squeak noisily. Thankfully it unlocked the door without a sound and I opened it cautiously. It was only just beginning to dawn on me that this man could possibly be dangerous. Here was I, a lone woman -- what could I possibly do if he attacked me? In reality there would be very little I could do. The nearest villa was Senor Velasquez's and I doubted he would hear me screaming.

But curiosity overcame natural reticence and the fact I was on holiday blew away any sense of danger I might have had if I had been at home. I slipped though the opening and stood in the shadow of the house as the moon reappeared from behind a cloud, casting a silver stream of light over the patio.

My swimmer was gliding down the pool, his body slicing through the water easily. It was only when he pulled himself up at the near end of the pool that I realised the identity of my swimmer.

It was Paulo.

My shock manifested itself in an audible gasp and he immediately sprang out of the pool and on to the side, water cascading off his naked body in iridescent sparkles. 

"What the fuck are you doing in my pool?" I blurted in astonishment as he stood before me brazenly. 

"Meredith..." His melodious voice soothed my anger like honey on a sore throat. Immediately my sense of outrage vanished as fast as it had arrived. I knew it was completely unacceptable that he was swimming in the pool I was paying for, but somehow I found it impossible to be cross any more. 

The sight of his naked body mere centimetres away from mine was assailing my senses. I could feel the primal pull and I was struggling to string any coherent thoughts together. Lust was overtaking common sense with a speed that was frightening.

"Paulo..." I attempted to say as I desperately tried to avoid looking at the very thing my eyes were overwhelmingly drawn to. It had been too damned long.

"Don't be angry weez me," he whispered as he took a step closer to me. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"But you shouldn't be here!" I protested without any conviction. Maybe if he had been visually repulsive I might have been angrier about the blatant violation of my privacy. As it was I was just in lust.

"I always use the pool when ze villa eez empty," he explained innocently. 

"But it's not empty now is it!"

He shrugged and smiled engagingly. How could I be angry when he looked so gorgeous? 

"I'm sorry," he repeated, but I could see he was not sorry in the slightest. In truth nor was I. The sight of him stood before me, naked and dripping, was more than enough to dispel any latent feelings of anger.

"I think maybe you should leave now." I crossed my arms across my chest, inadvertently pushing my breasts together. Paulo noticed immediately and I saw his reaction to the sight of my cleavage. He could hardly hide an erection when he was naked...

God he was big.

I stared helplessly at his hard cock, my head reeling with unexpected lustful imaginings. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or excited. 

"I don't want to leave," he said with a faint grin. He took another step closer so that we were practically touching. I could feel the damp heat emanating from his hard body and a slow pulse quickened between my legs, warning me of the consequences of pursuing this dangerous attraction.

Paulo was half my age and I really should have known better. Unfortunately my body was rapidly racing past the point of caring about useless facts like that. It was firmly in favour of sexual gratification; right there and right now.

I heard my breathing quicken and my arms dropped to my sides uselessly. We stared at each other, lost in the heat of the moment beside my pool. The night was warm and humid. There was a faint scent of salt from the sea in the fragrant air and the stars twinkled down from an inky black sky.

Paulo not all that tall, but he still towered over my petite form. I found myself tilting my head back to look at him, my dark hair cascading back over my shoulders. In the half-light his expression was inscrutable and I was helplessly rooted to the spot. I recognised that I should move away NOW, but I was frozen. 

The truth was I didn't want to move. I wanted to see where this moment took me, for better or worse. I hadn't felt this kind of raw animal attraction for years and it was exhilarating to say the least. My world had been grey and lifeless for too long; bogged down in the stress and misery of an acrimonious divorce. 

Maybe this was just what I needed to rediscover my zest for life and my inspiration for work. God knows my muse had been absent for way too long now. Already I felt ideas and thoughts bustling at the edge of my consciousness, just waiting for me to find the moment to commit them to my hard-drive. 

But that wouldn't be now. Now was all about sex and I was fully intending to make the most of this heaven sent opportunity.

Taking my courage in both hands, I closed the miniscule gap between our bodies and pressed my slim torso against Paulo. Immediately he recognised my capitulation and pulled me into his embrace. His mouth ravaged mine in a passionate kiss and I revelled in the hardness of his cock leaping against my belly.

Desire overtook reason and my arms snaked around his neck as I lost myself in his kiss. For a fleeting moment I tried to remember the last time I had been kissed like this -- and I failed. Perhaps it was never? 

It certainly had not been like this with my ex husband. 

Paulo's tongue plundered my mouth, tasting me with youthful enthusiasm while his hands explored my body through the silky fabric of my slip. I was lost on a sea of lust while the pool glimmered in the background and the filter hummed quietly. A hand teasingly stroked the curve of my bottom, testing the roundness of my cheeks. Almost without being aware of it, I parted my thighs to allow further access.

This inviting gesture elicited a soft growl from Paulo as my eagerness turned him on even further. My slip was falling from my shoulders with no help from either of us. I barely noticed when Paulo pushed it down even further to expose my small breasts to his licentious gaze. He tore his mouth away from my bruised lips and kissed a slow and excruciating pathway down my collarbone and towards my aching nipples.

My head fell back and I ground my hips into him, enjoying the sensation of his cock throbbing hotly against my stomach. The thought of impaling my sex on his thick length was a delicious one. 




Midnight: In My Pool



Hot moist lips engulfed my swollen nipple, sucking gently as a hand squeezed the other rounded breast. Sharp spikes of pleasure travelled south to my clit and I heard myself moaning faintly. This was pure sweet torture. I wanted more. So much more... 

I wanted him to fuck me hard. 

I tried to reach out and grab his cock, but he moved and dropped down to his knees, leaving a scorching trail of kisses across my gently rounded belly. The moisture welled up between my legs, arousal creating a river that threatened to overflow down my thighs.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered suddenly. His voice startled me; I was so far gone with desire that I had almost forgotten where I was and whom I was with. The softly spoken words dragged me back to the present and for a moment I wondered slightly uncharitably if he said this to all his conquests.

"No, I'm not," I replied dryly. I was just a woman in her early forties, not unattractive -- but no supermodel either.

He caressed my thighs and stared up at me, his eyes shining in the darkness. I felt like a goddess at that moment and I loved him for it. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world and for me that was priceless. 

"Well to me you are lovely," he said. He planted soft butterfly kisses on my inner thighs and I groaned faintly. My need was intense and he seemed intent on teasing me for as long as possible. I didn't want teasing -- I wanted fucking.

A flick of a tongue was my undoing. I almost collapsed when he tasted the sweet nectar spilling from my sex. My hands were firmly gripping his dark head and for an intense moment I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings he was invoking with his supple tongue. 

A finger stroked across my clit, delving into the slick folds of my pussy. He may have been young, but he was clearly not inexperienced when it came to feminine geography. Two fingers pushed inside me and fucked me gently. It was wonderful, but it was not enough. I moaned and pushed against him, blindly trying to make him understand what I wanted.

He parted my legs further and licked across my clit. I jerked sharply with the intense stimulation and he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. My orgasm was a heartbeat away and I tensed up, my thighs beginning to tremble with the strength of my arousal.

"Yes..." I muttered, slightly incoherently. 

"Like this?" he asked, muffled by my pussy.

My only response was to writhe against his tongue and fingers as finally I came in a blinding rush of white-hot pleasure. I gasped at the intensity of the orgasm crashing over me; after all this time it was truly incredible. 

Paulo stayed on his knees, lapping the juices seeping from my sex. When I finally calmed down he stood and held me tightly, kissing me and allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. I could feel his cock, a velvet clad rod of iron pressing against me hotly. 

"Thank you," I whispered against his lips, my emotions bubbling just below the surface. I hadn't felt this good in years and my words seemed inadequate for the ecstasy he had selflessly given me.

"My pleasure, Meredith," he grinned at me in the darkness. "I enjoy this too!"

I slid my hands lower and took hold of his cock, testing the thickness of it. I was not disappointed -- he was deliciously hard. My pussy welled up with renewed arousal at the thought of lowering myself onto his shaft. 

"I want to fuck you," I told him, my cheeks colouring slightly at the bold admission. It was so unlike me to talk like that -- but I didn't care; it was the absolute truth. 

He laughed and grabbed my backside tightly. "I av thought about this ever since you come here," he smiled in amusement. "I watch you sunbathe and I think how sexy you look." 

I felt surprised now. I still couldn't quite understand why he wanted me. Surely he could have had any girl he liked? 

He must have read the confusion on my face for he said, "Girls my age are silly and...how you say...bimbo's?" 

"But I am old enough to be your mother!" I pointed out with a self-deprecating laugh. 

"But what a sexy mama you are!" 

There was no arguing with him so I decided let it lie; there seemed no point in further analysing why he wanted me. The fact that he clearly found me attractive was enough for now. 

"Shut up and kiss me again," I commanded with a sigh. 

He obliged and we welded together, our skins sticky in the warm night air. Paulo pushed me backwards until my calves bumped against the sun lounger and I fell backwards helplessly. He dropped down to kiss my breasts, making me squirm all over again.

I wanted desperately to feel him inside me. I had not had a man for so long and here was an opportunity I didn't want to miss. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips and felt his cock nudge at the entrance of my aching pussy.

"Fuck me," I muttered into the salty skin of his neck. 

He pushed inside my channel with a gasp and I closed my eyes as the bliss swept over my body in a wave of ecstasy. The feeling of absolute fullness was sublime. He completed me in every sense of the word. 

Slowly we began to move together, my wooden sun lounger protesting slightly at the somewhat unorthodox use. Paulo kissed me hungrily as he fucked me, his beautiful cock thrusting in and out of me like a piston, skin rubbing slickly on heated skin.

High above us, the moon shone down illuminating our frenzied coupling until with a soft cry I came again. I lost myself for a moment as blissful contractions rippled through me. I was dimly aware of Paulo's cock driving into me forcefully until he came too, burying his face in my neck with a groan.

We lay tangled in a sticky mass of limbs. It was impossible to know where he ended and I began. I honestly didn't care. I was too tired and happy to think about anything really. This had been a long time coming, but it was worth the wait.

I closed my eyes and rested my head in Paulo's shoulder. He held me close and we lay beneath the stars silently. Words were unnecessary -- we had already said everything important. Sometimes actions speak far more clearly than words ever can.

* * *

I sat in the shade of the Carob tree, typing furiously on my laptop. The words filled the screen in a blurry stream of consciousness and I was barely cognitive of anything beyond the keys and page before me. For the first time since my divorce I was able to write again. The writer's block that had plagued me had finally been obliterated.

Afternoon passed into evening with barely a break for food. I sipped at the glass of water on the table periodically, but was unwilling to stop for anything more substantial. I was afraid of breaking the spell that had been cast in the wake of Paulo's nocturnal visit. 

Despite the fact I had had very little sleep, I felt rejuvenated and amazingly alive. My veins were flooded with adrenaline and an excitement I had not experienced for years. Suddenly I saw the future as something to look forward to, rather than something to be dreaded as had been the case for a long time.

Paulo had been my epiphany and I was immensely grateful to him.

An arm snaked around my shoulders and I tilted my head back in pleasure. 

"All work and no play..." Paulo said in his deliciously husky voice as he pressed his lips to my damp, salty skin. 

My fingers paused on the keys. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the sublime pleasure of his caress as I sank into the sweet abyss of desire. For now work was forgotten again. Now there was only Paulo...

* * *

The airport arrivals lounge was crowded and it took me a few moments to find Sonya among the throngs of people waiting for friends and relatives. Her face broke into a delighted smile when she spotted me walking towards her.

"Wow!" she said with surprise. "That month in the sun had certainly done you the world of good. I can't believe how well you look!" She took a step back and surveyed me with a critical eye. 

"Is there something you need to tell me about?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. 

I smiled innocently and shook my head. "No darling -- just lots of sun and relaxation. Malta is a beautiful island and the locals made me feel right at home..." 

Inwardly I sighed. It had been surprisingly hard to leave Paulo behind. In the short time we had spent together, I had grown rather attached to him. But we both knew that it was a short-term fling and when my holiday was over, so were we. In a way I could never repay him for what he had given me. Through his attention and admiration, I had rediscovered my love of life and my sense of self. 

It had been a beautiful escape from reality -- a wonderful dream. But dreams are transient and eventually we have to wake up.

"Come on," I said ignoring my daughters suspicious looks. "It's time to head back to the real world..." 

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Midnight in the Garden



Bodybuilding is about a certain type of control over cell metabolism. And that material control is actually a force of mind.

Ultimately all is about beauty and nothing else.

To live or to die procures for Mankind only strangeness and suffering, or disturbance of the inner person. But to live in genuine beauty is to live or to die in absolute happiness. And to possess true happiness, one must have reached that ineffable state of the limitless. Happiness – that is, veritable happiness – also means limitlessness and endless happiness.

Thalia had met the old Indian philosopher from Bangalore quite by accident, when attempting to seek out ideas about vegetarian food – not that she herself was actually a vegetarian of course. She had merely gone to the owner of a very reliably traditional, if rather upscale Indian restaurant, to seek his insights on the cooking and preparation of vegetables from his ethnically traditional viewpoint. 

And then a casual introduction to an old Sikh man sitting at a table in a darkened corner, wearing a striking blue turban and an ice-white beard, had led to her eventually following what was now her current daily ritual of sitting crosslegged in a bare room, on a plain rough woollen rug, listening to a recording of a Sikh religious song or chant called the 'essential words' - which were sung on this particular audio program by an amazing female voice, to the accompaniment of the lonely-sounding sacred Sarangi instrument. And in here, in this bare room, cossetted by something completely mystical within those exotic sounds, Thalia found her total centre point of calmness. 

No disturbing thoughts from the disturbed world entered her emotions and the whole of her days wended their unremarkable individual ways to the quiet evenings each and every day. On through the hard and often painful bursts of fast reps of weights, through the saunas, through the street running, through the naps, the systematic stretching, the hydration from endless bottles of filtered water, and sometimes flower-infused water, the arthrospira tablets, the krill and fish oil capsules, the glucosamine, the unsugared cranberry juice, the rare melanotan capsules. Through the steamy showers and the cooler showers and the cold showers and the ice water dips, the regular long hot streaming pissing... To the quiet evenings and the unremarkable ends of each of the unremarkable days, and to sleep.

Little concerned most of the time about fashion, Thalia wore the very common plain clean white sleeveless cotton bodybuilders' shirts and loose cotton pants with string ties, and Mizuno Prophecy sneakers. And she carried her plain Hedgren towel bag with her everywhere she went. She was one of those girls who didn't really look muscularly big when she was just walking around. If anything, she looked like those Olympic female pole vaulters, or one of those male boxers who looked positively thin until they pumped up before a battle and stripped off into their war gear and then only took to that roped square of canvas where they put their actual awesomeness out on display.

Not overly tall naturally, Thalia knew all about the human growth hormone that secreted itself whenever you had a really good and long and deep night's sleep.

But the Sikh philosopher's spellbinding words had introduced a new thought into her very being; namely that with the holy mantras from great sages - truly, very truly - anything was possible.

Each day, when the singing woman's voice reached up, climbed, ascended into that heavenly height through its almost despairingly anguished beseeching of upspiralling notes, a bridge was crossed from the mundane into the realm of the indeed all-possible. Each night, Thalia grew by subtle micro-millimetres. She was not a tall girl, but like the mythical genie, she now had the gift of magical powers of size and shape-shifting.

And the gym was its own earthly forge of magic too. A steel bar or a weight disk banged down every now and then... And the glowing embers of muscle heat and the steady burning of willpower and determination fires, sparked and mixed their Merlin and Morgana smells of demon anvil sorcery in with the oily, slightly oceanic-odoured strong fit human body sweat. And flying embers hissed mingling with the sexual sweat. And a toledo sword of cold-steel flesh and bone, shining and metallic, was slowly being crafted by the artisanal hands of their witch mistress of her own bodywork.

But yet too, everything was about balance - the fine balance of energy and fuel and natural secretologues and the well-functioning of the human cellular metabolism. 

A word like 'lipotropin' - which meant something that got rid of fat – was merely the commonplace sort of word among ordinary bodybuilders and even the professional performing sportspersons of today. Thalia was light years beyond such rudimentaries. For Thalia knew what real natural things contained what really critical things. When she ate fish lathered in coconut milk, with fennel and clove and little black papaya seeds, no one else really understood what it meant.

She ate a lot of coconut. And not so much fennel.

She went through extended ranges of motion when she did bicep curls – like twisting the bells inwards at the end of the lift – and extended ranges in all of the typical rep sets. And all the parts of each worked muscle therefore got larger.

One day a man came to her from a very well-funded German company called 'the human regenerator...' Gmbh.

In the end of course, along the way somewhere in an outstandingly decadent research project to gain feedback and potential Q-rating endorsements for the advanced pulsed electro-magnetic wave full-body pod, the whole thing turned into just sex. 

The Jumeirah Beach Dubai five-star resort hotel had already installed one of the half-million dollar items of spa equipment – 'the human regenerator.' But did the thing really work? It was beautiful, it was expensive, it was futuristic, it was a good marketing tool – but did it actually work?

The test subjects were really quite an interesting mix: a thirty-year old extraordinarily pretty New Age guru-ess, a sixty year old divorcee from Baltimore, a fifty-five year old University chemistry  lecturer from the East Coast who spent most of his time managing a campus pension fund and who had sleep problems and whose psych professor friend suggested that he take part... And Thalia. And some twenty-three-ish year old raven haired, typical Hungarian-looking but otherwise and by I.D. Australian girl with flashing eyes and an exaggerated patrician nose that pretended to hide her absolute breathtaking beauty. 

Someone had waved a magic wand and weaved a spell over the whole thing.

Thalia found herself one rapid evening that came upon them all so quickly, applying Revlon Simply Red and fine metal flakes to her lips...

The most beautiful rose in the world – the Lili Marlene – has the most exquisite scent, the most velvet-like dark crimson to deep-red petals, and the most starkly heavy green leaves that stand as a dramatic background to the flushes of flowers and coming buds. But the amazing decadent classic rose scent doesn't ascend off the Lili Marlene's flowers equally strongly during all hours – unlike even the room-filled-with-violets redolence, for example, of a bottle of 'breathing' Lafite.

For there was a bottle of Lafite standing there, opened, in the room.

Somewhere along the way the word 'aphrodisiac' had cropped up in the casual discussions about bodybuilding techniques. Melanotan, testosterone, cyanobacterium, vitamin B, carotene... And 'aphrodisiac.' And enhanced sex drive...

As time passes in life, as you get older, you get used to some things; things that might have once shocked or appalled you, or caused you to halter in amazement – now, well they just were passé. And many things were indeed very appealing to people of more mature years that would have caused the young ones to blush.

Yes, Thalia told the German guy, she did have a very high sex drive. Yes, she used sex to increase the secretologues in her brain chemistry – those were neuropeptides that provoked HGH to be secreted. Yes, she would accept, and often even welcome, sex from total strangers (it wasn't really true, but it served a purpose for now since he was a more than 'acceptable-looking' big hard prick, not to mention with a Mercedes AMG and a useful Stuttgart expense account for all those times when you just simply had to be outside of the bedroom or the gym).

That was all before she told him she would meet him back in her room in the early evening – in two hours more – where she would have sex with him if he wanted, and where she would show him what a real bodybuilder was all about.

Some things in life are very hard to understand: how they happen, why they happen, that they ever happen at all. Between the very pretty New Ager and the strange young Hungarian-looking almost-just-girl woman, somehow thoughts and ideas had passed that it 'was going to be on' between the German marketing manager and the bodybuilder tonight. They basically knew or suspected and then came to believe, that an assignation had taken place and that a rendezvous subsequently would. And open discussion ensued along those lines.

Surreptitious walking seemingly aimlessly around in corridors and lobbies, was all aimed at observing any indication that their conclusions were safely well-founded...

Inside her suite, Thalia selected the kind of evening number that had a skirt with its knife-edge hem not so long away that one couldn't, with mere economical actions, raise it or even lift it to perform a straightforward overt inciting 'come on.' Around the waist a tight, starched, broad-belted satin panel juxtaposed a straightlaced impression that was entirely false. The thing about the serious designer clothes was that they all made every slut look like a very expensive and a glamorous slut – but a slut all the same. Lagerfeld, Ballenciaga, Zaitsev, it didn't matter – nobody looked cheap wearing them. And if you were sexual – a sexual person – they made you look sexual, indeed highly sexual.

No, the best scented roses exploded their classical venerial scented waves of perfume at specific times. And you had to be there to get it. The warmth of the mid-morning sun, the moisture from the very early morning dew, the languid insects, or the butterflies or the hummingbirds beating the still air about... The high frequency smell of strongly-scented roses is the most sexually relaxing thing that allows you a patient time of it in anticipation, prior to the smell of cunt.

And when the German guy patiently knocked on the door which was ever so slightly ajar, he could have had little prior expectation of what was to greet him there inside...

For Thalia was pumped. Her skin was glowing, really glowing. The veins in her arms and around her neck were standing out like weaving traffic tunnels in an erector set structure and the invisible extra-sensory signal lights were all 'on' and flashing green. She was very muscular and the vicious curves of her full arse swelled tight into the fabric of her dress.

He just stared at her legs, and the girl warrior calves, and the machine efficient knees, and the beginnings of the hypo-style column base of each of her thighs. And the tight skin and muscle and vein surfaces.

She was used to men looking down there these days. It was nothing to her; in the sense that it was nothing she despised. No, she even welcomed it and encouraged it and she did so in a fulsomely mature sexual way too. There was a complete understanding that there was cunt down there, there was a certain amount of hair, there was pink crenelated genital skin, there was lubrication, there was intent, and desire, desire to have the juicy slit wedge entered with the knob head of a hard prick and then fucked silently in and out with the slippery co-operation from her dirty-minded, and indeed slightly smelly pussy, and then fucked very hard too, gruntsomely with the gruesome effluvium of her woman's sex smell welling up into the nostrils of the both of them in their panicked intensity of the life/death act of the human being.

She was used to all those ideas and she smiled almost grimly as only a 'to-be-fucked woman' can smile, downwards towards the boy-man as he fell to his knees at her feet and at the doorway to her black french lace-pantied pussy, that was there somewhere beneath the innocent, crystal clear moraled, dry-clean pure fabric folds of her expensive designer fashion skirt.

But it was the thundering into life then in that room, of the song in the German language - 'Sehnsucht' - by the contemporary trance artist Schiller, that in a way knocked him completely senseless. As a German and German-speaker he knew the meaning of the lyrics, and therefore he understood the 'longing' that she was inviting him to immerse himself in as she ever so slightly raised her skirt with a bunched hand and held his eye steadily with hers. 

Of course, for his part he hadn't properly closed the door behind him and now eyes, not furtive, one set confirmedly bisexual and the other set, merely seekers of all human knowledge, watched as all judging watchers watch, the possibly eternally damned.

The body can do what it can do at the extreme edge only because of what the heart and the mind and the soul want to do. Posing is the expression of the acceptance of what the human's desires are; the heart's acceptance of what the body wants, the mind's acceptance of what the heart desires, and the human spirit's power to deliver it all. 

And all watchers must also fall to earth. As god knows that it is their fate so to do.



Midnight in the Garden of Eva



Mid-Knight saddled up on his dark mare and rode off into the dusk, unseen by anyone in the street other than the two cats perched on the porch rail at 213 Penbrook Avenue, which was situated right next to his destination. At 214, Mid-Knight led his horse up to the stairs and through the wall next to the front door.

The home inside was lavish. Midnight was used to this. People who's lives seemed enviable to others often had struggles and fears that they couldn't even admit to themselves. That's where he came in.

The woman in the bed was beautiful, this was nothing unusual and it wasn't even the first time that Mid-Knight had felt the familiar tug in his armor. But something about this woman was different. She seemed frail, delicate, lyrical. Lyrical? Mid-Knight thought disparagingly at himself. What does that even mean? You have a job to do, stop romanticizing the dreamer. Just because her peachy skin is perfectly complimented by rich brown tendrils that curl around her head is no reason for you to lose yours. Remember what happened to December when he let his cold heart thaw. Do your job sir, do your job and then move on to the next. This one is no different than the million before or the million to come.

Mid-Knight withdrew his sword and touched the tip of it to her pillow. At once, he melted into the inside of her mind. There he saw her in a green glen, leaning down next to a clear pool. She splashed at the water, and her laughter sparked like a diamond. Good Eva, the knight thought, so good but your dreams are not to be pleasant on this night.

The figure on the horse lifted his sword to the sky. All at once, the serene azure sky turned pitch black and a thunderous crack split the air violently. Fat heavy drops of rain fell all around, drenching the thin green dress that Eva had been wearing. The wet material became translucent and clung to her breasts, cradling them without providing any real concealment. Her hair now lay flattened dripping wet, plastered to her soaked skin and clothing. She wrapped her arms around her sodden body, hoping for some measure of warmth and comfort, but finding none she began to tremble from cold and fear. Another bolt of electric blue lit up the sky and Eva looked up to see Mid-Knight astride his mount. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

This is when she stood to run, and the knight charged after her. Fear overtook her, he was inside her mind and he could feel her panic and hear her beating heart. She turned often revealing a face that showed her anguish and terror. The knight new that she was doomed to run, and he was doomed to never catch her, always behind her, always at her heals. This was the first time that he could remember really wanting to catch someone. Not to hurt her, but just to touch her. Mid-knight wanted so badly to feel the soft skin of her face, to caress her shoulder to whisper in her ear that everything was ok. He wanted for once to be the hero, the knight-in-shining-armor instead of the shadowy horror in pursuit upon the Knight-Mare, a black horse with eyes of fire and teeth like razor blades.

He chased her for many hours, always in the dark and through the menacing woods. Each mile he chased her, he felt himself wanting her more, wanting something different- to feel human touch to experience human emotion to let his heart melt, and to hell with the consequences. To hell indeed, he tried to remind himself, but to no avail. The punishment for abandoning his duties would be severe. On the other hand, it mattered little, since never once in his career had he caught anyone. The dreams weren't about being captured, they were about the fear of being chased of being unable to get away of what unknown thing the pursuer could or would do in that uncertain future when you were too tired to run any further. Any moment now, Eva would awake, her heart thumping louder than she had ever remembered, and she would reach for a bedside light, look around and finding herself safe she would calm herself and turn over her pillow before returning to sleep hoping for a better outcome.

Why then was she not waking? It seemed to Mid-Knight that he had never chased a woman so long or so far. And then, the unthinkable happened. As the beauty looked back once again over her shoulder, he foot wedged into a tree root and she fell to the ground.

At once, the knight was upon her. He had to pull his horse away from her, stop her from chewing at his victim's leg which was quickly bloody. In a dream you can bleed for eternity. You don't need blood to survive in a dream, not even a nightmare.

Mid-Knight tethered his mare and spoke sharply to her, hoping that she would obey him. He had never ordered her not to attack before, not to taste blood or to continue to draw more. It was clearly something which the mare yearned for, desired. Her eyes flamed at him with anger. How can you go after what you want, and tell me to do without, she seemed to be asking, accusing.

The knight in the black armor gave his mare as stern a look as he could muster and advanced upon the girl in the grass. Her leg was twisted and bloody, he head turned toward him- her eyes wide and filled with tears. Her silent screams seemed to reach his ears. He tried to say, "fear not, for I do not wish to hurt you" but his words came out like the roar of a fire.

He reached out to touch her, to say her name. His hand seemed to burn into her skin. She screamed. Don't scream, he wanted to say. I only want to love you. I want to rescue you. To save you. But he didn't recognize his own voice growling 'you are mine' in a menacing tone. The woman just continued to try to escape him, clawing at his arms and face. He didn't understand the urge he felt to wrap her beautiful hair around her neck and squeeze it until her breathing ceased.

His cock stirred within, and suddenly his armor disappeared and his body was rippled, hard and naked. He put a strong hand over Eva's mouth and as she struggled against him he tried to come to terms with the way that thoughts of hurting her aroused him. Why, when he wanted only to show her love did such unloving thoughts seem to fuel him? He felt a desire to do violence to a beautiful young thing. If she were a butterfly, he would not set her free but instead he would rip off her wings and make her twitch in pain for his amusement. What has become of me, he wondered. I was never sadistic before. I was cold and did what I had to with no feeling, but I've never enjoyed inflicting pain or fear. Never imagined doing it. Never felt so flushed, so aroused at the idea.

His cock pressed into her leg now. The struggling beauty tried to pull way, tried to bit his arm. He reached out his hand and slapped her, right across the face leaving a red mark where his fingers had lain.

Mid-Knight was suddenly overtaken by he did not know what. He felt himself tearing Eva's drenched clothing away from her wet skin. The echo of the rending material seemed to reverberate in his ears, in the forest, in the night. He ripped it over and over, many more times than he ever would have needed to if it had been reality instead of a dream. At last, the shreds lay all around her in heaps; more cloth than it would take to make 20 such dresses.

He reached down between her legs and rubbed her. She continued to struggle, but she was wet, oh so wet. Her lips were swollen as if with desire and her screams has changed to moans. She wants you too, he realized, but somehow this only angered him. He tried to push his fingers up inside her but found that she had no opening. It was a trick. This couldn't be right? She had pussy lips, but no pussy? His throbbing cock was demanding satisfaction. He could feel anger and desire burning within. Her beauty seemed cruel and mocking now and he wanted to hurt her.

He slapped her again, and shoved her roughly, face first, to the ground. Her foot had become unstuck, but she could not get away. He held her tightly, making her cry and her tears formed a river that ran off into the distance. His mare, still tied to a tree, bent her dark head down to drink from the river of tears.

The woman's ass presented itself to him. It was round and plump and opened in a perfect puckered anus that invited him to take it. She had no pussy, but by god this hussy had an ass. Mid-Knight did not take the time to consider Eva, to think of how she would feel or what she would want. He simply plunged his aching hard on into her asshole, feeling the virgin sphincter muscles squeezing tightly around his dick. He clutched her arm desperately, pinching her soft flesh as she cried out from the ache of his attack. He pressed again and again into her flesh in every way he could. She thrash about as he plowed into her ass over and over. She was beautiful and he longed to possess her, hurt her, force her. His job was to administer nightmares and the rape of this beautiful woman's ass was his dream come true. He wanted her to love him, but he was a monster and she never would. This was the best that he could ever hope for.

After he had fucked her thoroughly, had spread her ass and stretched it out beyond recognition, he blew his load down deep into her crevice and pulled out, watching the oozing liquid leak out onto the ground. He had anally raped the woman of his dreams. He had fucked her ass, and left her gaping and dripping his cum. He wondered what would happen now. Now that he had broken every rule.

Eva lay on the ground, breathing heavily. The sight of her filled him with repulsion, fear, and desire. He wanted her even more now that he had had her once. She turned and looked at him, and for the first time he heard her real voice. "Let the chase begin" and she had twisted away from him and taken off into the woods.

This time he persued her on foot. She ran and as she ran, she seemed to laugh. You'll never catch me this time, she taunted. But the knight did. He grabbed her arm once again and twisted her around to face him.

She gasped. His face was supremely beautiful. He kissed her, a kiss filled with passion and longing. A tear rolled down her face. "There is only one way that I know to enjoy the pleasure of sex, and that is mixed with pain," she confessed.

"Whatever turns a rich bitch on," he told her roughly. He couldn't believe the way that made him feel. He shoved her down again and fucked her just as roughly as before. Her ass seemed to tighten around him again, giving his throbbing cock a pleasantly constricted fit. He yanked her hair back as he rode her harder than he'd ever rode his steed. Each scream made him more wild with desire, more pulsing with pleasure. He fucked her over and over until he came once again this time over the smooth line of her back.

On the ground, she turned up to face him, her hair spilling around as it had on the bed. "Truly you are the man of my dreams," she whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed and all around her the forest disappeared. Mid-Knight, dressed once again in black armor stood beside her bed as she lay sleeping.

"I'll be back," he promised. Next to him, his mare whinnied softly. He climbed upon her back, gave her a friendly pat and rode off before his lovers eyes could open, or the sun could rise. He couldn't suffer the thought of her awakening and looking past him unseeing. Perhaps someday he would find a way to leave all this behind, and to become real to her. He knew not how. But it was nice for once- a man in his position so used to being the dream- now he knew what it felt like to have one.