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Behind Closed Doors

By: txdelight



Theresa sighed softly as she laid back on the couch in the club, looking around. Soft crimson tiers rubbed together as her jade orbs glanced around. She had met a few people, but, as usual, nothing really interesting caught her eye. She sighed as she stood up, stilettos clacking against the floor as she made her way to the doors. She was, however, abrubtly stopped by the voice of a guy who stood about 6'2" on a muscular frame that was hugged by tight clothing. He spoke softly and deeply, dark black hair and unforgettable piercing blue eyes watched her... "Going so soon...?" She cocked a brow, "Looked around...haven't found anything interesting..." He shrugged, "Maybe I could interest you." He smiled, introducing himself as Scott. He proceeded to suggest they go to his place for coffee. She shrugged, figuring his demeanor nice enough to keep company. She followed him out of the club and to a cab, where he proceeded to take her to his place. The complex was very nice, a uniformed old man opening the sleek glass doors for them. They made their way to the 23rd floor, where his apartment resided.

	They smiled and talked for a bit, things going quite well. She had to admit, he was charming and in some sort of off way, strangely erotic. She smiled, making subtle advances on him and he, in turn, reciprocated her desire. He smiled, finally making the first concrete suggestion. "Would you like to play a game, Theresa?" She smiled a bright, flashy smile. "Sure." He grinned, nodding..."You'll have to trust me, though..." She shrugged, nodding as he slowly slipped that small tank top, which accentuated her ample bust, off, setting it neatly aside as her bra was next removed, also set aside carefully. The meticulous nature by which he undressed her was stragely exiting to her, as though he were in control of every aspect of the encounter. He left her in nothing but stilettos, smiling as he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, leaving her completely in the dark. She didn't protest, however...the whole scene was quite exciting to her, really. He proceeded by binding her hands together at the wrist, tying her against a pillar that resided next to the coffee table, grinning as he left her no room for movement. 

	He smiled, kissing and nibbling absently at her right away. She was becoming quite wet and aroused by the whole thing, but every time she would try and push back, he would stop. He grinned, watching her wiggle and try to find his tongue again, whipering..."Scott...stop teasing me..." He only shook his head, chuckling. "You're going to have to learn patience." He continued in this manner for about an hour, not letting her cum at all. She whimpered constantly, panting. "Pleeeeease Scott...fuck me..." He shook his head again, letting her rest. He enjoyed his game immensely, and it only frustrated her. She begged and pleaded, her whimpering sounding like the pleas of someone who is about to be executed. Her desire was so desperate. He finally slid off his shirt, moving around and slipping off his belt, slacks, and boxers. His cock was rock hard and measured about 8 1/2 inches. He slid his hands all over her back, moving around to tug on the rings that her nipples held. He loved piercings, and regretted that her clit was not pierced...no matter, though. She moaned, that soft pink tongue rubbing over her lips as she continued to beg, his hands making her tingle. All the stimulation made her feel things more. He slid his cock inside her, causing her to gasp and immediatly cum. She moaned, whimpering and trying to thrust against him. She wanted more. She had to have more. She begged him as he continued to slide his cock deep inside her, gyrating rhythmically against her, the steady motion making her head swim as his hands supported her stomach as she leaned against the table. After about 3 hours of this, Scott finally decided to cum, commanding her in a deeply erotic voice to do the same. For some reason, her body accepted his command. She had had eight orgasms that night, amazed that Scott had only had one. Spent, she collapsed as he quickly untied her, letting her blindfold off. By now, the sunrise could be seen outside the studio apartment's windows. He carried her to the bed...she was entirely too sore to walk. He slid in with her, holding her tightly with a smirk. "I think I'll enjoy keeping you as a playmate..." She didn't respond though...she was asleep before her head touched the pillow...

Behind Closed Doors



Up until lunch time, Tori had not been having a good day. Both of her morning appointments were canceled, one by the buyer and one by a seller, and prospects for rescheduling either did not look good. It was days like this that made her want to scream, but there was nothing she could really do about it. As soon as she disconnected her cell phone from the last cancellation, Tori decided she needed a pick-me-up. She should have headed back to her office and gone over more client files, but her present mood called for something different. It wasn't too far of a drive to get where she wanted to go, and Tori knew the way well.

Just as she expected, the trendy coffee shop's line was fairly long in the hours before lunch. Nevertheless, Tori needed to treat herself to something loaded with sticky sweet caramel and this was the place. The aroma of freshly brewed gourmet coffee wafted into the street as Tori pulled open the door and made her way inside. She waited patiently in line, more or less oblivious to the goings on around her until it came time to order. Counter service was relatively quick, and just as Tori pulled out her purse to pay, a man's hand gently touched hers. "This one's on me."

The puzzled look on Tori's face melted away when she turned to see who the stranger was. "Hunter!" she exclaimed upon recognizing him. That was accompanied by a warm hug and a feminine peck on the cheek. The man embraced her back tightly, grasping her upper arms in his hands as he took her in his sight. It had been some time since he'd seen her last, but Tori didn't seem to change. Just as Hunter remembered her, the brown haired beauty had a few blonde highlights showing, a beautiful face, and a gorgeous figure. It was evident that while she may allow herself the occasional double latte indulgence, Tori still managed to stay in shape. That wasn't to say she was a waif, however Hunter had some very fond memories of all her luxurious curves. He knew that for the most part, Tori's physical measurements were modest, but her petite body exaggerated the shapeliness of her figure. All in all, it was a wonderful combination. Slowly, Hunter relaxed his grip on her arms, allowing his hands to caress her gently as they parted. There was no way Tori could miss the signals he was sending with his touch, but she deftly parried him. After all, they were both married.

Together, they collected their drinks and found an unoccupied table. It wasn't really a private spot, but no more would be needed in a meeting between friends. That's how they had parted ways, although their relationship hadn't always been platonic. The two of them had a history which led Tori to be a little on the defensive. Still, seeing Hunter again brought back quite a few memories, and brought a much needed lift to her spirits. They chatted casually, catching up on where they'd been, what they'd been doing over the past couple of years. Tori's biggest revelation was that she and her husband were toying with the idea of starting a family. Upon hearing that, Hunter was happy to report that his wife Karen was about a month away from her due date. Hearing Karen's name brought Tori to a halt for a moment, but Hunter nonchalantly continued their conversation. He noted Tori's momentary discomfort, and added the fact that Karen was off visiting her parents at the shore for a week. Instead of having the calming effect he anticipated, that information seemed to agitate Tori even more. They segued into her real estate career, and that's when Tori's instincts kicked in. With Hunter anticipating an addition to his family, she inquired as to whether or not they'd be house hunting soon. He answered in the affirmative, and before Tori could react, he set up an appointment for her to show him a few places the following afternoon. With his bold approach and confident attitude, there was nothing she could do to stop him, so she reluctantly agreed.

The unexpected encounter with Hunter haunted Tori's thoughts for the rest of the day. Whenever someone tried to talk to her, it seemed like she was a million miles away. Her thoughts were dwelling on Hunter, and this went on into the night. Tori wasn't so distracted that she couldn't function, rather anything and everything she did reminded her of him. Her husband noticed that Tori wasn't quite herself that night, but he wrote her detachment to work related stress. In a way that was true, but he attributed it more to the missed appointments than to her encounter with Hunter. He couldn't have been more wrong. Tori and Hunter had enjoyed a brief but wild affair some years back, before they were both married. While her husband knew about it, he didn't realized just how deeply it was embedded in his lovely wife's psyche. Even now, years after the fact, Tori still wondered what might have become of her relationship with Hunter if things had gone differently. It was ironic though, that while Hunter's marriage to Karen led to her breaking off all her ties with him, it had also made their time together possible.

When Hunter announced his engagement, he and Tori had been friends, nothing more. Their relationship was strictly platonic, in fact the casual flirting that marked so many of Tori's friendships didn't even make an appearance as far as Hunter was concerned. It was something they both enjoyed, a no-strings attached, good and honest friendship that they'd each hoped would last a lifetime. Instead, that idyllic world came crashing down the night Hunter sauntered into their usual watering hole, gushing with his good news. Tori had been happy for him, to be sure, even though she didn't really know his betrothed very well. Unfortunately, his announcement couldn't have come at a worse time for Tori. She had just broken off a long term relationship that she had hoped would end in her own engagement. Hunter was unaware of this, but as the night progressed he shared in his friend's sorrow and accompanied her home. His intentions were good, all he had meant to do was see Tori home safely, but when he turned to give her a gentle peck goodnight, his lips were met with a hot, wet, passionate tonguing from Tori instead.

Many were the nights since then that Tori too herself back to that fateful evening. Often she'd try to recreate what happened, never once telling a lover exactly what she was doing. Even her husband had never been told the significance of Tori laying submissively on the bed, back arched slightly and arms raised above her head. It was in that position that she'd first made love to Hunter, and had fantasized about him many times since. Her sexual surrender to his memory wasn't something she dwelt on constantly, yet time and time again she found herself doing the same thing. It wasn't quite the same, however, no matter who she was in bed with at the time. None of them could compare to her experiences with Hunter. The reason behind him lingering in her fantasies escaped her however. Hunter was very well built, but he certainly wasn't the most well endowed man to ever fuck her. Perhaps it was his technique, for Tori knew that he was the most skilled lover she'd even taken. Maybe the reason lay in the forbidden nature of their love, he had already slipped that accursed ring on Karen's finger before Tori had ever touched him. It was something she could never quite place, but the truth remained. Despite their lack of deep emotional feelings for each other, or perhaps because of it, Tori and Hunter had shared a torrid affair all during his engagement to Karen, one that lasted right up until just before their wedding. The wedding itself destroyed some of the illusion for Tori. She had been downright uncomfortable in Karen's presence, perhaps rightly so, and had been glad that Hunter had drawn away from her. Now that he was back, Tori was thoroughly confused.

Whatever the reason for the sheer passion that dominated her relationship with Hunter, seeing him again and finding out that Karen was away initially sent chills down Tori's spine. He had made no secret of the desire that burned within him, yet he'd been respectful of her wanting to remain somewhat distant. She wondered if she'd be so bold as to fulfill those desires one last time, but realized that any such meeting with Hunter would be difficult and dangerous, no matter how badly they both wanted it. Resigned to her fate, Tori nonetheless found herself positioning her body for her husband that evening like she had once done for Hunter.

In a way she felt guilty about doing this with her man in their bed, but the feelings it brought back to her justified her rationale. As she lay on her bed, her arms came up once again. Curiously, her husband absolutely loved it when Tori did that. If only he knew. His cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt, his mouth sucked greedily on her bare breasts, but Tori didn't feel a thing. Oh, her body reacted as it should all right, she was moaning and gasping ever since his tongue found her nipples, but it wasn't for him. They had just gotten started and already Tori's mind was wandering back to that fateful night, the first she'd ever spent with Hunter. By the time her husband's cock slipped inside Tori's slippery wet pussy, her mind had already transported her back to that memorable evening. Every thrust, every prod of her husband's cock sent her mind racing, after a while it was all Tori could do just to avoid calling out Hunter's name by mistake. Sure she'd done that once in a while, and so had her husband. With today's chance meeting fresh in their minds, Tori didn't want her husband to think she'd been unfaithful. Instead, she lay back submissively, keeping her legs spread as he fucked her. She cooed and moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the physical action of her husband's cock slamming into her pussy, even though to Tori it was Hunter, enjoying her hot cunt one more time. Tori's slick pussy juices flowed as she fantasized, making her cunt very wet indeed for her man's hard cock. Her moans grew louder and louder as his thrusts intensified, building up to a feverish pace. She heard his gasps growing in tempo by the second, signaling her to pull her legs up and back. Tori brought her hands down as well, caressing her jiggling breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples tightly. As she did so, her husband raised himself upright, grabbing her shapely thighs for support as he pounded his cock in deep. They both screamed out loud together, feeling his climax sending a torrent of hot cum deep into Tori's waiting pussy. Absentmindedly, Tori brought her fingers down to her pussy, massaging her clit as her husband rolled off onto the bed next to her. He aided her by keeping her hips propped up, so as to not allow any of his cum to drip from her as Tori fingered her clit until she came again, fiercely hot and intense. Despite the wonderful fucking she had just gotten, Tori drifted off to sleep next to her husband while dreaming about the one Hunter had given her oh so long ago.

In the morning when she woke, Tori felt a little guilty about fantasizing about someone else while fucking her husband. The feeling soon passed, for she knew he did it on occasion as well, besides, it didn't seem to diminish his experience. She told herself that it made her cunt wetter and hotter to fuck when she did that, and he had to enjoy that more than having her faking orgasms. Besides, it wasn't like she let her mind wander like that often. With that little guilt trip out of the way, Tori made her way to the bathroom to get showered and ready for work. Once that was done, she selected what she hoped would be an appropriate outfit. The top was sleeveless, but covered with a matching jacket, so Tori didn't think there would be any problem there. Her business suit's tight fitting skirt was a bit longer than she usually wore, it came to just above her knee. Normally Tori would eschew panties with a skirt so long, but before she went downstairs, she remembered the appointment that Hunter had set. Deciding that if he found out she wasn't wearing panties might send the wrong message, Tori quickly pulled a pair on. She just as quickly removed them, the panty line was too obvious. Tori was running out of time, but quickly settled on a compromise solution. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer, finding the skimpiest thong she could. It was a little small on her, but she had no choice. Without a moment's hesitation, she slipped the white satin thong on under her skirt and took a look in the mirror. There was no visible evidence of her undergarment, which was a good thing, but as soon as she took a step, the thong creeped up on her. With no more time to work something out, Tori resigned herself to the fact that she'd have the satiny smooth material wedged between her pussy lips and rubbing her clit all day long.

That arrangement had its advantages, to be sure, and by the time Tori was done with her morning appointments, she was soaked. Although she hadn't intended it, having her tight thong crammed into her pussy, rubbing her every time she moved her legs was almost like getting finger fucked all day long. Thinking about seeing Hunter again, even in a business setting only made Tori's pussy even wetter, and she skipped lunch to drive over to a secluded park she knew. It was conveniently located near where she was supposed to pick Hunter up, then take him for a showing. Lots of the agents knew of this park. Some of them used it for quiet away from the office meetings with clients, and Tori knew one or two of them used it for other clandestine meetings as well. Tori smiled to herself at that thought, even though she wasn't one of them. A quick drive around the wooded park's meandering roadways revealed that aside from a few stay at home moms taking their kids out to play, there was no one else around. Because they were all clustered at a few select parking areas, Tori chose a quiet one with lots of trees and plenty of shade. Besides, it couldn't really be seen all that well from the road if she parked around a small bend, giving her a perfect spot.

The day was warm and sunny, leading Tori to open her windows and slide her car's sunroof back after she parked. After a nervous glance around, Tori was satisfied that no one else was near, and she slid her seat back as far as it would go. Her pussy tingled in anticipation as she eased a hand beneath her hiked-up skirt to finally give herself a little relief after a morning of teasing. Tori's fingers found her skimpy little thong to be soaking wet, and she sighed as she felt her fingers pressing down through the thin material. For a moment she toyed with the idea of taking them off all together, but then she remembered her impending meeting with Hunter. She left her panties on, but the thought of Hunter made her juices flow even more, and Tori rubbed her thighs together, pressing her fingers in even more and rubbing her clit against her thong. Her fingers stayed on top of it, for a little while, and she writhed in place in her seat, grinding her clit against her hand. Her moans would have been loud enough to be heard, if anyone was nearby, but her only witness was the trees outside.

That was unfortunate, for what a show Tori was putting on! Her fingers rubbed up and down over her cunt furiously, and she was using her thumb to ensure her hard little clit got plenty of attention. As she gyrated wildly in her seat, Tori's other hand snaked its way down to her honey pot as well, before long she was using it to pull her soaked thong aside. Now her cunt was fully exposed, and her sweet nectar coated her fingers. Tori took full advantage of having her fingers lubed up like that, and while one hand kept her thong pulled free, she finally let her other hand dip its fingers inside her waiting cunt. They slid in effortlessly, accompanied by a satisfied moan from Tori's lips. Two fingers eased inside her hot little box, and they were soon joined by a third. Tori finger fucked herself quickly, feeling the tension inside building as her fingers explored her own body. She heightened her self pleasure by using her free hand to tug her soaked thong over her clit, massaging it even as her fingers dipped in deep. Tori kept them pumping in and out of her wet cunt, faster and faster while she frigged her clit, moaning and gasping the whole time. It never took her that long when she masturbated herself, and this time was no exception. Before she knew it, a piercing scream echoed through the abandoned section of the park as she came, squeezing her pussy tight against her own fingers as her sweet juices flowed. They coated her swollen cunt and probing fingers, and as Tori subsided from her natural high, she gradually slowed the motion of her hands and hips. This brief lunch time quickie was far and away better than any sandwich or fast food meal could have ever hoped to be, and as Tori regained her composure, she made a mental note to do this again sometime. Meanwhile, it was nearing the time to go pick up Hunter, and as soon as Tori had readjusted her panties and skirt, she was on her way.

By the time Tori picked up Hunter, she was back to her usual businesslike self, despite having fingered herself to an body shaking orgasm less than an hour before. Coincidentally, the house he had selected for her to show was in the general neighborhood of the park, and Tori didn't have all that far to drive. Her instincts told her that even while she delivered her usual pitch to Hunter, he wasn't really all that interested in the house she was showing. Even Tori couldn't help but notice his eyes wandering over to and all over her, not that she minded. Still, there were certain appearances she had to keep up, and Tori made a valiant effort to maintain a professional demeanor at all times. It wasn't easy with Hunter in such close proximity, but she somehow managed to finish her walk around and to his credit Hunter did eventually make an effort to appear interested in the place. Still, it wasn't much of one, and he might have stepped over the line when he came up behind Tori and wrapped his arms around her from behind while she left her calling information. In any event, there was no mistaking the message he was sending, Tori had felt it quite well through his pants and her skirt. She resisted the temptation to grind against him, knowing full well that if she started that, they'd end up doing it right on the kitchen table. That brought a smile to Tori, for it wouldn't be the first time they'd done it like that. There were other considerations, however, and Tori reluctantly broke their impromptu embrace as she finished the initial tour of the house. As they stepped outside and Tori returned the key to the lock box, Hunter made his way back to her car. Without Tori noticing, Hunter ran a hand over the driver's seat, which was still a bit damp from what happened before, and an evil grin formed on his rugged face. He thought he had detected the once familiar aroma of Tori's sex, and now he had his proof. A plan had already been formed, one that he set into place as soon as she joined him again.

Tori was still delivering he spiel to Hunter as she drove off, and he tried to keep up the appearance of paying rapt attention to her. He was, but not to what she was saying. Instead he had his eyes focused on Tori's exposed thighs, and the more she drove, the higher up her skirt climbed on her body. If only Hunter could get a different viewing angle, he could have seen clear through to her tiny little thong. As it were, Hunter was able to enjoy a nice view of Tori's trim thighs, and her breasts seemed to be trying to burst out the seams of her top. She was oblivious to his attention, for she was trying to concentrate only on their prospective business dealings. That was probably why Tori didn't question anything when Hunter asked if they could stop off somewhere and go over some of the standard documents and procedures he and his wife would need to go through during the home buying process. Without giving it a second thought, Tori turned her car towards the park were she had gotten off by herself earlier, and found her way to the same parking place without giving it a conscious thought. Although it was getting later in the afternoon, it was still a pleasant enough day for Tori and Hunter to sit in her car discussing his options. That wasn't all they talked about, tidbits and details about their lives snuck in to the conversation, and without realizing it, those pieces soon dominated. Tori wasn't thinking at all about closing a deal with Hunter, rather she was allowing herself to be taken in by his charms. It was as if she subconsciously desired to, she shifted her body around in her seat repeatedly, often giving Hunter a fresh look at her. It was what he had intended all along, and Tori was playing right into his hands.




Behind Closed Doors



I'm working on a sequel to At Last, but here's something in the meantime. Much less character- and plot-driven, short, sharp and to the point, but hopefully good in its own way.

***

"Shhhh."

The light pressure of my finger against your lips is enough to stop you mid-sentence, not through force, but through the knowledge that it's what I'm asking of you. My other hand is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from the buzzing crowd, through a half-open door and into a room where the sounds of other people fade and cease to matter.

When I shut the door behind us, quietly so as not to be heard by anyone other than you, I trace my finger from your lips, down your chin and neck, until it reaches the top button of your blouse. My eyes lock on to yours as I flick the button undone.

"People are going to hear us," you say softly, but the smile playing at the edges of your lips says that you might not care too much.

"No, they won't." As I continue to unfasten your buttons, I lean in until my lips almost graze your ear. "Not if you can keep quiet." I punctuate my sentence by pressing a kiss against your earlobe, and then taking it between my lips and my teeth. Your gasp hits me in my core.

"What did I just tell you?" I ask, pulling my lips away from your ear. 

"S-sorry..." you whisper, your eyes downcast. "I'll be good."

"Good." The final button of your blouse finally undone, I slide my hands underneath the fabric and around your waist, and your face tilts up towards mine.

It never ceases to amaze me how your gentle lips can kiss so fiercely.

When our kiss breaks, the shine in your eyes and the flush of your cheeks and lips tell me all I need to know about how you're feeling right now, and when I lead you to the bed, you can't hold the smile back from your face. Your hands find their place in mine, surrendering their control to me. You're facing me, sitting down on the bed.

"Lie down," I whisper, and I watch your gaze flicker up from my lips to my eyes. You stretch out onto your back, and I move your hands until they're behind your head. "You're going to stay still, aren't you?"

"Yes," you murmur, and I cup your cheek with my hand. You're not restrained by anything except your desire to please, and a shiver ripples through me as I realise once more how lucky I am. 

My lips find that spot where your neck becomes your shoulder, and when I take the skin between my teeth, I can feel your jaw move as you try and hold back the sound that this act usually draws from within you. I can't hold back a smile.

When your neck and your shoulders are scattered with red marks in the shape of my mouth, and your efforts at holding back your usual little squeals have left you breathless, I let my fingers wander from your shoulder down your chest. The tips of my fingers brush across the soft fabric of your bra, and even the lightest touch elicits a gasp.

"Shhhh," I remind you, and you squeeze your eyes closed. My fingers play across your breasts, the sensation blunted by your bra, but enough to inflame you. When I unfasten your bra, and give you permission to move your arms just long enough to remove it, you open you eyes again and fix them onto mine. Without breaking eye contact, I press one finger to your lips, and drag the fingernails of my other hand down your rib cage.

When my nails bite into your skin, leaving hot red trails behind them, you bite your lip so hard I worry you'll draw blood. But your eyes stay locked onto mine, and the only sound you make is a hitching in your breath. I lower my face to yours, and murmur the words "good girl", so close that you can feel them against your lips.

My fingers play across your body, finding every spot that I know can drive you wild - your collarbone, the ridge of your hip bones, the back of your neck where smooth hair gives way to warm skin. Your breath is shaky, punctuated by tiny whimpers. I run my fingers up your thigh, feeling it tense under my touch, and smirk as I brush against the damp fabric of your underwear. 

"I've barely even touched you..." I murmur in your ear. 

"You call that barely even touching me?" you grin right back, and I place another kiss on your earlobe.

"I haven't even been doing this," I tell you as I let the pad of my thumb roll across your taut nipple. I can feel your body jerk.

"You so don't play fair," you complain in a whisper, but the smile hasn't left your face, and I know it's mirrored on mine.

"Of course I don't." With that, I lowered my head to flick my tongue across your nipple, my hands still wandering across your body and up and down the inside of your thighs. "Remember, keep it down."

When you're squirming under my touch, I slip my hand into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it just far enough down your thighs. Your eyes are wide, and your body totally still, tense with desire. When I slide a finger between your lips, it comes out wet. My fingertip works little circles around your clit as I kiss you again, swallowing what would probably have been a moan. 

I know the signs that you're getting close, and I know that with this kind of buildup, you're not going to last long. When I break our kiss, and move to place another bite on your collarbone, I can tell you're not going to hold out much longer - your hips are starting to rock and push up against my hand, and you're making little, intoxicating noises from the back of your throat. And you're so wet that it's easy to ease a finger inside you.

The sound you make this time is loud, loud enough that it might be audible through the door. Instantly your eyes widen as you realise your momentary loss of control, and I slowly pull my hand away and look you in the eye.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, back at the soft volume I've been keeping us at. I run my fingers up the nail marks running down your side.

"You only get to come if you've been good. When I tell you to keep it down, you keep it down - got it? Can you be good?" 

You nod. 

"I'm not sure. I think you need to wait a little longer." Moving away from you just slightly, I pull my shirt over my head, unfastening my bra and let it drop. I watch your eyes lower their focus, staring at my breasts almost hungrily. 

"May I..." you begin, and I press a finger to your lips once more. 

"What did I say about waiting?"

My hands go back to your body, but again, in places that inflame but don't bring relief. My lips and my teeth on your earlobes, your collarbones; my hands caress you, but not where you're silently begging to be touched. But your pleading is still done with your eyes, not with sounds; eventually, I lower my head to place kisses on your hip bones, one and then the other. I look up at you, your flushed face and shining eyes.

"Let's try this again," I whisper, running my hand back up your thighs, which are damp. "Remember what I told you." I watch your face, the expressions flickering over it, a combination of determination and desire. As my fingertip teases, you bite your lip; as one finger works its way inside you, then two, your eyes close tightly. My thumb finds your clit, and your breath catches.

You're tight around my fingers, hot, almost unbelievably wet; the little bud of your clit hard under my thumb. You're right on the edge already, and it takes little more than a few strokes of my thumb and thrusts of my fingers to bring you to the point of no return. The tension I've been building up within you reaches shattering point, too much for you to contain any longer.

You're trying so hard to hold back noise that your body is responding unrestrained; your hips bucking towards my hand, back arching, toes literally curling. "Good girl," I whisper again, my hand still moving slowly as you ride out what looks like an incredibly intense orgasm. Your response is a shaking moan, but a quiet one.

When your body finally relaxes, you fall back against the mattress, trying to catch your breath. I lower myself to lie beside you, taking your hands in mine, removing the restraints that weren't there. Your kiss is less fierce than before, but no less passionate.

"Was that quiet enough for you?" you ask me, the ghost of your cheeky grin pulling at your lips.

"I think so." I scatter kisses on the marks I left across your shoulders.

"May I touch you now?" you ask, a note of desire still colouring your voice. 

"You may."



Behind Closed Doors



 The exploits of horny teens at university in England.

*****

David loosened his tie as he strolled down the deserted corridor, it was late on an autumns day and the sky was shining crisp red through the tinted windows. There was hardly anyone around which wasn't really surprising, it was pretty warm so most people were outside. As he continued through the winding corridors he heard soft voices coming through a door. He stopped slowly and looked through the corridor, making sure no one around before pressing his ear against the door. He heard girly giggles before soft, but high pitched, moans. He smirked, this was too good. 

Taking one last look around he darted past the door and jumped through a window, slipping into all but empty classroom. David was perched on the edge of the upper balcony to the classroom, looking down at the desks below, who he found inside made his mouth drop in shock. Locked in a passionate kiss were the two goodie-goodie queens of his school Seren Ann Morgan and Stacy Robins. 

He felt himself harden as he watched the two girls kiss each other heatedly. Stacy had her hands buried in Seren's flowing brunette hair as their tongues visibly intertwined. Their bodies were pressed together as Stacy had Seren up against the desk, their hips making little circles against one another's. Stacy was more or less straddling Seren, which surprised David greatly, he'd expected Seren to be the dominant one due to her need to control everything. Maybe she had a submissive side, now that would be something he'd like to exploit.

David let his hand travel down to softly stroke himself through his trousers, the sight of these two girls was almost too much for him. He watched as Stacy jumped of her and pushed Seren up onto the desk and stepped between the brunette's legs. Stacy quickly pulled Seren's short skirt off, revealing tiny black lace panties, and her hands kneaded the soft flesh of her best friends' thighs. They hungrily pressed their centers together as Stacy began to suck on Seren's neck.

"Oh fuck Stace, you feel so good," Seren breathed as Stacy left a throbbing red mark on her throat.

Stacy smirked as she hastily un-did her best friends shirt and threw it behind them, revealing Seren's heaving D-cup breasts that were spilling out of a matching black bra. Stacy licked her lips before snapping off the bra and taking Seren's nipples into her mouth. David slipped his hand into his trousers, softly stroking his cock to the arousing sight of these two girls.

"Fuck," Seren panted as she pulled her best friend's head closer to her hard nipples. 

After a few minutes of Stacy's skilful sucking Seren brought their lips back together in a filthy kiss before quickly ridding Stacy of her shirt and bra to reveal her c-cup breasts, Seren pressed their chests together so that their nipples rubbed together as they licked and sucked at each other's mouths. Seren leaned back on the desk and pulled Stacy up on top of her, so that they were both laying across the desk kissing and grabbing at each other. 

David watched as Stacy slid Seren's lace panties off and rid herself of her own leaving them both naked and writhing. He undid his trousers and pulled his throbbing erection out as Stacy hitched Seren's leg up onto her hip and they began to grind into each other. Their hips pressed and pulled tantalisingly as their clits rubbed together. They were both panting and moaning softly as they began to thrust against one another harder.

"You like this don't you? You little dirty girl," Stacy said pressing their clits together hard and rough, as they panted into each other mouths.

"Fuck yes it feels so good!" Seren moaned lifting her hips as she grabbed Stacy's breasts and began to pinch and pull at her nipples.

"What do you want Seren?" Stacy asked after sucking at the joint between Seren's neck and shoulder.

"Please fuck me, I need your fingers in me Stace!" Seren begged

She gasped when her friend did just that, Stacy pressed two fingers deep into her friends wet silky pussy. 

"Oh Seren you're so tight," Stacy said moving so that her face was level with her friends wet folds as she watched her fingers slowly disappear into the velvety softness of Seren's cunt.

"Oh god yes! I need more!" Seren begged lifting her hips.

She screamed loudly when Stacy took her clit into her warm mouth and sucked softly while simultaneously pressing a third finger into her. It was obvious Stacy wasn't new to this as she curled her fingers inside Seren to massage her G-spot. David was stroking himself in earnest now. 

Seren came with a cry of Stacy's name and a gush of wetness that coated Stacy's fingers. Stacy looked Seren in the eye as she seductively licked her fingers clean, her tongue writing around them as she wasted none of her friends orgasm. Seren pulled the younger up so that she could kiss her own essence off of her friends' mouth. Seren flipped Stacy over and positioned herself at her friend's smooth shaven pussy. Stacy draped her long pale legs over Seren's shoulders as the brunette licked a line up her friends dripping slit. Seren was on her knees, her ass in the air as she began to eat Stacy's dripping pussy. Stacy was writhing and moaning, her hands tangled in Seren's wild curls as she pressed her further into her folds. Seren nudged Stacy's clit with her nose as she stuck her tongue as deep as she could into her sweet pussy.

"Oh Stacy you taste so good, and you're dripping for me," Seren mumbled against her friends folds as she roughly pressed three fingers deep into Stacy running her tongue over her hardened clit.

"Oh my god! Yes you feel so good, eat that pussy! Fuck that feels good!" Stacy moaned as she bucked her hips into her friends mouth. 

Seren pressed her thumb into her friend's tight asshole, at the same time pressing hard against her g-spot with her three fingers and sucking deeply on Stacy's clit. The red-head screamed loudly as she squirted all over Seren's face and fingers. Seren licked her friends' cum off of her hands and lips with a smile. 

David decided he couldn't take it anymore. He silently made his way down the wooden staircase and revealed himself, and his hard cock, to the shocked girls.

"Do you two need a hand?" He asked his hand still stroking his massive cock.

The girls were obviously torn, Draco was from the school house which was owned by the rich, so also their arch rivals, but they were also insanely horny and they both knew David would never talk about it. The pair glanced at each other and nodded.

"I could always use a cock," Stacy said licking her lips at the sight of his rock hard shaft. 

The two girls crawled off the desk and stood in front of it before turning around and bending over, their hands grasped on the edge of the desk their breasts pressed the wood. They pushed their asses into the air at the perfect height for fucking.

"Please fuck us!" Seren begged as she wiggled her ass a little.

Soon both her and Stacy were making their asses jiggle back and forth. David placed a hand on each of their soft cheeks. He reared back and smacked their asses, making the soft skin redden slightly, the sound a huge arousal to all three. The two girls moaned loudly.

"Have you two been naughty girls?" He asked spanking them hard again.

"Really dirty! Such dirty fucking sluts!" Stacy moaned, her juices dripping down her thighs. 

Smacking them one more time David pressed the tip of his cock into Seren's pussy before pulling out and sliding it deep into Stacy. He alternated it between them for a long while, pumping into one before switching to the other teasing and mixing their arousal together.

"Who wants to cum on my cock?" He asked smacking their ass cheeks with his hard shaft.

"I want to cum!" Seren practically cried. 

Stacy dropped down to her knees and began to suck on Seren's clit as David began to pound into Seren's willing pussy. She was being slammed almost painfully against the desk but she couldn't care less, she was screaming and moaning as he finally fucked her hard and fast. Stacy was licking up all the juice spilling from her lovers' pussy as David gripped Seren's hips and slammed into her wetness over and over until she was a writhing and moaning in pleasure. She came quickly her cunt milking David and spilling cum into Stacy's waiting mouth. David wasn't finished yet though.

"Get on this big cock Stacy," He demanded as he jumped up onto the desk and lay down.

Stacy hopped up onto him and slowly lowered herself onto his thick member. Stacy gasped in pleasure and pain as David pulled her down so his 9inches were fully buried in her dripping cunt. He gripped her hips tightly, she would definitely have marks marks there in the morning, and began to slam her down onto him as he thrust his hips into her. Her tits were bouncing with every stroke; she had her head thrown back in pleasure her long red locks bouncing with her movements. Seren had crawled up to sit on David's face, lowering her dripping folds over his willing mouth. She gripped and pulled on her own nipples as David lapped at her sodden pussy.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me you're so fucking huge!" Stacy cried as David slammed his cock into her again and again while she rubbed circles on her own clit. 

Seren grabbed Stacy's face as they began to kiss heatedly, David still fucking them both. He was fucking Seren with his tongue while Stacy did most of the work on his cock. Stacy was getting close and she pulled away from Seren as David hit her G-spot over and over. Seren braced herself on his chest as she practically smothered him with her pussy, he was sucking on her clit and she was so close.

"Cum for me my little naughty whores," He said from under Seren's pussy and his dirty words brought them over the edge. 

Seren screamed and spilled onto his face as he lapped up every drop, her orgasm fresh on his tongue and it tasted sweet and sour at the same time, it may well have been his favourite taste in the world. Stacy gave a loud moan and began to cum around his cock, her tightening pussy causing him to spill his load deep into her.

Seren, although exhausted, got up off David's face and moved over to his cock which was covered in Stacy's wetness. She took the still hard length into her mouth.

Seren had little experience with sucking cock but she wanted to taste both David's and Stacy's orgasms and there was no better way to do it. Seren experimentally but somewhat skilfully, sucked David's length. She guessed that he would experience it better the more stimulating she gave. 

Seren sucked the first few inches of his rock hard cock, rolling her tongue over the tip, she quickly stroked the rest with a tight fist and by the look on his face it was working. The taste of his cock on top of Stacy's orgasm was incredible. His cock was still leaking a few beads of hot white fluid but it was covered in Stacy's cum. Seren had never tasted anything better.

Spurred on by friends actions Stacy got up and pulled Seren off David's length. While she continued to quickly stroke him, Seren pressed her lips to Stacy's and the pair battle tongues for control of the kiss. 

After a few moments of tasting both her and David's orgasm on Seren's tongue Stacy pulled away from the kiss and levelled herself with David's cock. Seren released her grip on his length and, knowing Stacy had never sucked cock before, she leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"Come on Stace, you're a dirty fucking whore and you know it. You're gonna let sucking a cock beat you?"

Both in spite and in fear on Seren's words Stacy leant down and began to suck on David's throbbing length. She tasted the white fluid leaking from his length and found that his fluid tasted divine. Stacy used her hand to stroke David's length just as she had seen Seren do. 

As the red-head sucked on David's huge shaft Seren kneeled behind Stacy and once again slammed her tongue into the other girls dripping folds. She lapped and at fluids still leaking from her pussy and could even taste David's cum inside her. Stacy was bent over on her knees so her ass was full in Seren's face. 

So, taking full advantage of the already reddening flesh, the brunette took the red-head's supple ass in her hands, squeezing it tightly before slapping it hard with both hands. 

Stacy moaned in pleasure, audible even through the cock buried in her mouth. Quickly deciding that it was unfair that only two out of three were being pleasured from this Hermione reached back with her right hand and began to finger fuck herself, her wetness allowing her to slam three fingers straight inside. With her free hand she began to rub Stacy's clit before forcefully, and without warning, pushing three fingers into Stacy's dripping cunt. 

Stacy squealed in pleasure and delight as Seren quickly slammed her fingers in and out of Stacy's wetness. All three were close to cumming and they knew they wouldn't last much longer. Stacy came first, her juices covering Seren's hand and face. David followed, Stacy stroking him as he came into her mouth. Hermione was last, squirting onto her fingers and some of her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.

The three fell into a heap on the desk all panting and exhausted.

Seren and Stacy got up first, the pair locking their mouths in a final, filthy kiss before they began to walk to their clothes. They stood side by side swinging their asses with their hands on the others waist, one final show for David.

He was still lying on the table when the girls were ready to leave, Seren looked back at him and winked.

"We'll have to do this again sometime." She said, both girls blew David a kiss and they walked out with a subtle giggle.



Behind Closed Doors



 College Junior Curates a Devious Plan with her Married Prof.

*****

Its 7 in the morning, and I am wide-awake in bed on this Monday. I just moved into my new apartment in Downtown D.C., which is a few blocks away from campus. Like most mornings, my classes do not usually start until about 10 AM so I have a good chunk of time to relax, finish some schoolwork, or actual work from my internship or better yet to have an explosive and utterly satisfying orgasm. Lucky for me, I have my own place and for the first time I have no annoying as hell or pesky roommates to deal with and this means that I can be naked 24/7. 

The sun is just about to begin streaming into my room, as I am lying back on my huge king sized bed stripped completely naked with my dark brunette wavy hair, cascading down my shoulders and stopping just above my erect dark pink nipples. My Iranian-American features make me far more alluring and exotic that your typical blonde hair blue-eyed white girl. Staring down at my body, I smile and remembered that I completely shaved my tight snatch last night as I begin to gently caress my pussy lips with my fingers. Gently parting my pussy lips, I reached over to my nightstand to grab my favorite lube as I begin to squirt just a bit of the slippery liquid onto my middle and index fingers. 

Placing it on my aching and swollen clit, my eyes rolled to the back of my head while exhaling deeply with pleasure. Picking up the speed, my index and middle fingers are now furiously rubbing my hard as a button clit, which is practically begging to release my sweet cunt juices. I moan louder each and every time I rhythmically finger fuck my tight hole, and I can feel my orgasm stirring up inside of me. Moments later, I began to quiver violently as I collapsed back onto my cunt and sweat soaked bed sheets. 

Glancing over at my iPhone lock screen, I notice its almost 8:30. "Oh Shit" As I said to myself immediately scurrying into my shower for a quick rinse off, then it's off to my first class of the semester. I've switched my major almost three times since my freshman and sophomore year here at the University, until now that I have finally declared my major, which, is Finance with a minor in Business Law. The first class of the day and every MWF from 10:00 AM-11:00 is Introduction to Finance with Professor Eric Johnson. 

Since its late August, the weather here in the District is still quite muggy and humid so I have opted for a shorter than average lavender colored cotton dress, which accents my curves quite nicely and I threw on a pair of gold gladiator sandals which have a small heel on them. The dress shows off my luscious 38D breasts so eloquently, that I have already turned quite a few heads on the way over to class. Heading into the business school, I glance at my iPhone and see that its 9:30 AM. Relieved, I make my way into the elevator, which is uncomfortably packed with 15 other students.

I managed to ask one of them to push 4, as I stood there anxiously hoping to not miss his lecture. Finally, the elevator reaches the 4th floor and I struggled to get past the remaining 10 students but much to my luck Professor Johnson's classroom was right next to the elevator. I nervously open the door, and I feel my heart beating so loud I can hear it in my ears, I say to myself "Oh God, what if he's a 70 something old pervert who is going to rape me after class." I stood there in the entrance of his classroom shell-shocked, towards the vision that stood towering before me. 

Professor Johnson held out his right hand and said, "Hi there, I'm professor Johnson but all the students call me Eric. Please take a seat anywhere you would like, but make sure it's a good one." "Thank you, Eric." I said. "I'm Madison, by the way." 

Eric smiled at me all while his eyes were discreetly examining my body and outfit choice. Professor Johnson stands at 6 foot 2 short brown hair clean shaven face and piercing blue eyes, his body is toned and muscular in all the right places and he is wearing a light blue button down collared shirt, with a light gray necktie and black slacks. On his left hand, there is a stainless steel wedding band, which I am staring at almost unconsciously. I keep going back and forth between that and what I am imagining to be a huge white circumcised married cock, which definitely has to be around 8 or 9 inches. 

I kept toying with my pen, as I was daydreaming about Eric taking me against his desk during office hours. Perhaps I could "accidentally" slip my soiled panties in his desk drawer when I come up to his desk to ask a question on a topic of discussion. Or even better, I could flash him my shaven cunt from time to time if I wear short skirts or dresses. The thought of me going commando for Eric has my cunt dripping wet with lust for his married meat. 

Lewd thoughts kept swirling around in my head and my nude lace G-string is starting to get soiled with my cunt juices. I was imagining Eric taking me in every way possible, fucking me harder and faster than these stupid college boys my age. Worthless good for nothing assholes who just want a quick and sloppy fuck and don't even get me started on the fact that a majority of them cum in 10 minutes or less. Snapping back into reality, I was slightly startled when Eric called my name "Madison, do you know what the definition of Finance is?" to which I responded "Of course, the definition of Finance is basically the management of revenues and generally speaking, the transaction of money matters, specifically affecting those in the public which are in the fields of banking or investments. 

Eric stared at me wide mouthed and almost dumbfounded when I answered his question correctly. He looked at me shocked since no one in his previous upper-level classes could ever get the definition down to an absolute tee. A devious smile began to develop on his gorgeous face, as I smiled wickedly back at him my eyes filled with hunger and fervor for his white married cock. I began to wonder if his cock was hard since he was standing at his podium ever since class started a half hour ago. 

I was startled as the bell rang, which caused me to frown internally. I desperately wanted to be crouching behind that podium sucking off Professor Johnson so well and so deep, that he'll crave it on a regular basis. I bet his fucking bitch of a wife does not screw his brains out as frequently as he desires, which is why I intend to seduce him from this day forward. Professor Johnson stopped me as I was leaving his classroom, and told me to come have a seat near his large wooden desk.

I sat down on the sleek leather chair, as Professor Johnson moved his chair closer to mine and my eyes widened when I saw the outline of his delicious married meat just inches away from my hands. 

Professor Johnson whispered into my ear, "Close the door and lock it, Madison." Just hearing him say those words sent shockwaves directly to my cunt, making it even more soaking wet than I moment I laid eyes on him. I slowly got up and stared directly into his piercing blue eyes and I locked the door. I walked seductively towards him, and his eyes were pools of carnal wickedness and hunger. 

Then without warning he quickly grabbed my arm and said, "Bend over my desk, you fucking bitch." Professor Johnson hiked up my dress violently, nearly ripped off my soiled thong and instructed me to hand it to him. "Mmm, you smell so fucking good, and I bet you taste even better." My eyes widened with excitement as he took the slinky piece of fabric up to his nose, inhaling my sweet cunt juices. 

"You're a fucking tease, walking into my classroom dressed so provocatively and thinking you can seduce me. "But do you know what happens to a hot fucking tease like you?" He said with his hot breath whispering into my ear and I quickly responded, "What happens, Professor?" He grinned and I heard his devious laugh "I'll show you what happens, baby." 

My cunt juices were dripping down my inner thighs, as I desperately wanted to screw his brains out. 

"Spread your fucking legs, now." Eric smiled and licked his lips, as his blue eyes feasted on my young, smooth, freshly shaven snatch. He ran his middle and index fingers up and down my soaking wet slit as I moaned softly.

"Only sluts are soaking wet all the time, aren't they? I nodded in approval as he began to bury his clean-shaven face deep inside of my cunt, tongue fucking me so fastidiously that I felt my orgasm stirring up inside of me faster than usual. 

I began to rhythmically thrust my hips back and forth against his tongue, as he gripped onto my ankles. Eric kept looking up at me from time to time, reading my facial expressions and seeing that I was practically begging to be fucked by his tempting married cock. "Do you want me to fuck you, my hot little slut?" internally I said to myself no shit, I want you to fuck me six ways from Sunday. But I responded, "Please, oh please fuck my cunt Professor." 

Eric gripped onto my hips, and with one hard powerful thrust he sank his pulsating, well-endowed manhood deep inside of my tight snatch. I moaned so loudly, I thought that the students outside would hear me but I didn't fucking care because I am fucking my married white professor. He methodically slapped my tight firm ass, until it was beet red and unlike boys my age who don't know how to properly fuck or slap me hard, Eric knew exactly what to do to me. He quickly flipped me over, climbed onto the desk and began to lie down on it. 

I straddled him as I took his thick shaft in my right hand guiding it into my tight fuckhole, I cooed with ecstasy as his large hands groped my firm breasts. I saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, as I am beginning to ride him deeper and faster with each motion. My firm tits bouncing up and down as I am grinding my shaven cunt onto his cock, consistently until I finally couldn't take it. I screamed, "Ohhhhh Professor, Oh god I'm going to cummmmm, ohhhh fuckkkkkk Professsoorrrrr" Eric quickly took his right hand and silenced my scream, as I came all over him. 

He looked straight into my eyes and said, "You are now mine, Princess." Coming down from my high, Eric quickly began rocking his hips back and forth violently and shouted, "I am going to cum deep inside of your cunt, baby." To which I responded, "Oh yes Professor, please cum inside of my cunt I want you to give me all of your married seed." 

Eric groaned and grunted repeatedly as I began to spasm violently on his cock while he shot what seemed like infinite ropes of his hot married cum profoundly inside of my cunt. Eric quickly grabbed me by my thick hair, and kissed me deeply and passionately. I then proceeded to put my dress back on, while he was putting on his clothes to get prepared for his next class in a half hour. I stared over at the picture of his wife and said, "What's her name?" 

"Allison, She and I have been married for 20 years now, but she's not as insatiable as I am when it comes to sex. I always crave more, and she has absolutely no sex drive." 

I laughed quietly to myself, and raised my brow agreeing with his statement it was true, I mean I'm a hot young piece of ass who is going to be fucking him regularly and Allison sure as hell doesn't deserve his gorgeous cock. When the two of us were finally dressed, I sat down on his lap and ran my fingers through his smooth hair while I proceeded to get some more insight on Allison. Eric did not oblige to any of my questions since he was quite open and honest about his life, which meant I could ask anything I desired. 

He told me that she's a senior partner for the law firm Edwards and Miller, which happens to be one of the top firms in the D.C. area. I was infatuated but also I had a wicked idea that I thought was worth sharing with Eric, he had proceeded to tell me that he's always had this dark fantasy of fucking a woman in front of her husband, while he's bound to a chair and forced to watch him fucking her senseless. What if I kidnapped Allison, right when she's about to go home from work?

Of course I wouldn't harm her in anyway possible, just enough to scare her shitless. I immediately told my plan to Eric, who agreed the second I mentioned strapping his wife to a chair while she watches her attractive husband fucking me. He and I created a fool proof plan to kidnap the fucking bitch tomorrow afternoon, so that she can finally see what she's missing out on. And so it began, our plan is in full swing and at exactly 5:30 tomorrow afternoon, Allison Johnson will get what she deserves. 

I couldn't think straight in my statistics class, or hell throughout the entire day. I am going to be completely honest with you, I am fucking nervous and my fear is that things will not go as planned. Trying to keep my cool, I visited Eric during his lunch break, to go over the plan one last time before he and I head over to the firm in a few hours. I grabbed my oversized Nike duffle bag, which inside had two ski masks, a black sweater and leggings for me with a pair of black sneakers and for Eric a black t-shirt, black athletic pants with sneakers. 

Eric instructed me that we should sedate her prior to bringing her back to their home. I quickly remembered that I could run to whole foods to pick up some melatonin, which is pretty harmless since it makes you fall asleep quickly with the added side effects of extreme dizziness. He quickly kissed me goodbye and gave my ass a hard smack as I proceeded to leave his classroom. I headed into whole foods, ran to the supplements aisle to grab the melatonin, and immediately headed to the cashier to check out and began to head over back to campus to pick up Eric. 

I drove over to the far side of Nebraska Ave, so that no one from school could recognize Professor Johnson and I in my car. Eric quickly ran to my car, hopped in, and we quickly made the short drive over to C Street. "Quite the spacious car you have here, Pet." As he smirked at me and gave me a slight nudge to which I responded "Thank you, Sir." 

I smiled back at him, and luckily my car is a Mercedes Benz 2016 GLK in a sleek navy blue color with black leather interior and sunroof. My trunk should be large enough for Allison, since she has quite the slender frame and not to mention any tits or ass in plain sight. I glanced over at the GPS, and saw that it was almost 5 and the ETA was 5:15 meaning that we were going to be on time, to snatch the bitch and make a run for it. 

Eric slipped his left hand under the waistband of my leggings, and a devilish smiled developed on his gorgeous face. He quickly paused and saw that I was smiling and biting my bottom lip, because he knew I went commando just for him. "Madison, you are such a naughty tease and I cannot wait to fuck you in front of her eyes." I stepped on the gas, as we arrived into the parking garage calmly waiting for Allison to proceed towards her BMW. 

About 5 minutes later, Allison was walking towards my car and I got out immediately clocking her right in the face. Her briefcase and purse lay next to her semi- unconscious body, as I forced open her mouth to stuff the melatonin inside making her swallow it or else. "Who are you, and what do you want from me?" she said, and I quickly responded "Shut up, Bitch." Eric got out with his ski mask and sunglasses on, to mask his identity for the time being, and quickly handed me the roll of heavy duty duct tape and zip ties. 

Allison proceeded to sob and struggled against me as I duct taped her mouth and zip tied her arms and ankles. Eric got behind her and held her down so she wouldn't run away I mean not that she could go very far, without collapsing into a deep slumber. Eric took a necktie from his back pocket and placed it around Allison's eyes, tying it tightly around her head. He picked up her helpless petite body, as I held open my trunk watching him toss her body in it like she was ragdoll. 

We quickly hopped into my car, and sped off as fast as we could to avoid being seen by anyone in the parking garage. 

I heard Allison sobbing in the trunk, and attempting to scream but the two of us ignored her. Eric took off his ski mask, but still kept on his sunglasses while I proceeded to type in his address into the GPS. He smiled at me wickedly, took my right hand and placed it inside the waistband of his athletic pants allowing me to stroke him as we drove to their house. 

Eric slid off his pants, allowing me to have better access to his throbbing manhood. I saw his head tilting back as I started to stroke him harder and faster, just until he was about to be on the edge. At a red light, I bent over and sucked the tip of his pre-cum soaked mushroom head nice and deep while my tongue traveled up and down his veiny shaft. I could tell he was close, so I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and sucked on his cock firmly, showing absolutely no mercy until he shot all of his delicious cum inside of my throat. 

Feeling utterly satisfied we preceded back en route to his townhouse in Arlington, which was only 10 minutes away from our current location. Pulling into their driveway, Allison finally stopped sobbing and I could tell that the melatonin was finally kicking in. The two of us got out of the car, and I opened my trunk as Eric picked up Allison's alleviated body, carrying her into the house. I followed behind them, locking my car as I made my way into their townhome. 

The Johnson's townhome looked magnificently designed, the clean and modern interior along with the contemporary fixtures looked like their home had jumped out of architectural digest. Eric took Allison into their bedroom, as I followed and for the first time I looked at where the two of them share everything. The right side of the master bedroom belonged to Allison, since clearly her dresser and most of her things were there and the left side belonged to Eric and most of his dress shirts, neckties, shoes, and slacks were neatly organized in the walk in closet. 

I helped Eric tied down the now lethargic Allison to a large wooden chair. I took off my sunglasses and ski mask revealing my true identity and Eric took off his sunglasses. I took off her blindfold and smacked her right across the cheek, turning her porcelain skin a dark shade of crimson. She was startled and still disoriented from the pill I gave her earlier, and I immediately said, "Rise and Shine, sweetheart Do you know who I am?" as I ripped off the duct tape on her mouth. 

"Noooo, I don't know who you are." Her slurred words were making me fall asleep, but I had to stick to the plan this is going to happen whether the bitch likes it or not. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Madison and I am your husband's Pet, he is my Sir and I belong to him do you understand me?" pointing my finger directly in her face making sure she absorbed the message. 

Not wanting to screw up the plan, I quickly duct taped her mouth shut once again as I fished into my duffle bag to grab the military strength rope, proceeding to tie her hands in front of her face and her ankles together. Eric took my place, and tied her waist around the chair, making sure she wouldn't be able to get away. Tears streamed down from Allison's green eyes, as she stared at Eric with resentment and disgust. 

The two of us looked straight into Allison's eyes, which are filled with rage, misery, and dismay. Eric instructed me to strip naked immediately, and handed me Allison's 5-inch stilettos that looked brand new. I put them on, happy that she and I are the same shoe size. "On your knees, Pet" He said, as I obeyed his command and purposely got on my knees in front of Allison while he stood towering over me. 

His cock was sticking straight out in front of me, as I began to take his impressive manhood deep into my throat. 

I began to suck on Eric's delicious cock as I stared deep into his mesmerizing crystal blue eyes, watching them slightly close each and every time I took him further into my throat. I studied Allison's facial expressions very carefully, she kept crying and attempting to curse and while I was tempted to remove the duct tape, and replace it with a huge tube sock resealing it so she would shut up completely I did not do so. Instead, I went ahead and kept sucking him off nice and hard right before her eyes. 




Behind Closed Doors



He quickly tossed me back on the bed, holding my face down into the pillow as my tight ass was up in the air. Eric got behind me and quickly thrusted his married meat deep inside of my dripping wet cunt. I cried out with euphoria as he buried himself balls deep, beginning to violently gyrate his hips into me, which insured that I would feel every single fucking inch of his cock. 

Poor little Allison, wishing her husband of 20 years would take her so violently, hot, and wickedly like he was doing to me in that moment. Watching him fucking a hotter, younger, tighter bald pussy than hers, sucking on a pair of lusciously firm and perky tits, and fucking a body so much curvier than hers six ways from Sunday. I shouted to Allison, "Watch me, you fucking bitch. Watch me take his cock better than you ever could." 

She was crying harder than ever before now, but the two of us kept ignoring her. Eric quickly tossed me against Allison's dresser, knocking over all of her valuables and expensive perfumes. I noticed there was a full-length mirror over the small dresser, and I knew exactly what his intention was. This was going to be the first time that I was going to get fucked in front of a full-length mirror. 

Holding onto the mirror with both hands, Eric stood behind me while guiding his cock into my snatch as he whispered naughty things in my ear, having his hot breath on my neck made me coo with desire. He gripped onto my firm tits so loud I thought the neighbors would hear him, as he grunted repeatedly "Ohhhh fuck, Baby I'm goingggg to cum, oh gooddddd I'm going to shoot my cum inside of MY cunt." "Yesssss, Sir ohhhhh yes unload every last fucking drop of your married cum deep inside of YOUR cunt."

I moaned loudly, as he shot thick jets of his married cum inside of my cunt. He violently rubbed my clit, with his hard cock still inside of me as I was close to reaching my peak. I squealed out loud, as I spewed my sweet cunt juices onto him. Our sex juices mixing together, as Eric turned me around and kissed me hard on my lips. 

The fucking bitch had her held tilted to the side, so I quickly jumped off his cock to make sure she was still breathing. Relieved, I ripped off the duct tape violently and slapped her across the cheek harder this time making sure she was at her fullest state of attention. "Now you listen to me, bitch. What happened in this room, will never leave this room do you understand me?" Allison nodded and swore that she would never tell a single soul about what happened here tonight. 

Things between Allison and Eric Johnson will never be the same ever again. She is forever taunted by his actions while he will always be insatiable, craving more and more young, bald pussy. One thing is for certain, this was going to be an amazing school year and I could not wait to see where Professor Johnson fucks me next.



Behind Closed Doors



I am a night owl, a creature of nocturnal habits. 

Nothing out of the ordinary though, it is just that I work as a waitress in a nightclub. I start around nine in the evening and I get back home around six in the morning. Usually I have a light breakfast and then straight to bed. Therefore I mostly live by night. 

Talking about living, I live in a small three stories building in the outskirts of the city. There are two flats on each floor plus the two below street level. I live in one of those, Apt A; it doesn't get much light but I must confess that with my time table I do not really care. 

Most of the flats are occupied and there is a really good relationship between the tenants, in this time and age, it is something rare enough to be appreciated.

Let's see, on the third floor to the right, you have the Martinez; not so recent immigrants from Mexico; the parents never managed to learn proper English. They're pretty nice though and Mrs. Martinez cooking is just amazing, almost as good as my old mama's. Their kid, on the other hand, hangs around with the wrong crowd. I really do not like the way he looks at me, although I am pretty sure he looks at all the Latinas that way. Across the hall you have Mrs. Danford, she is a middle aged Yoga teacher who works in one of those fancy, up tight Gyms downtown. She lives there with her dog, an old cocker that goes by the name of Ingrid.

On the second floor to the left, you have the Sterns; it is a pretty regular American family with two teenage daughters that should be finishing High school by the end of spring. The parents both work in real-estate. I guess they must not be so successful at it because if they were they wouldn't be living here. Across from them, the flat is occupied by three students, Jane, Jean and Josh. I know it is funny their three names start with the same letter but I am pretty sure that they didn't move in together because of that. 

On the first floor to the right you have Tim Mathews. He writes movie scripts for the pornographic industry under the pseudonym of Dick Cruise. He's a bit secretive about it but after we went out for a few months last year, he told me. The flat across from his is occupied by Samantha, we used to work together but she wasn't made for the nocturnal life so she found a job as a secretary in an important law firm. At some point last year, she arranged for me to go work with her but I do love what I do and I had to decline the position.

The below street level flat across from mine was empty until this morning. 

When I came back from work there was a white moving truck in the street unloading the usual furniture plus three very large crates that looked extremely heavy. Two of them were large cubes and the third looked like some sort of very large coffin. The new tenant wasn't around so I decided that I would drop by his place tonight before going to work, just to say hi.

My name is Marisol by the way. 

***

1.

I knock on the door. No one answers. I look at my watch; it is already ten past eight. 

I knock again, this time a little harder. Still no answer from inside. I am about to turn around when I finally hear a very faint voice.

"Come in," I believe I hear.

I knock and stick my ear to the door.

The voice again, a bit louder but still very weak: "Come in."

I push the door, it is open. The flat behind it, a perfect replica of my own, is plunged into darkness. 

"Hello there I'm Marisol, your neighbor from across the hall. I just wanted to say hi and welcome you to the building."

"Please, come in and close the door," the voice orders me.

I do not know why but I obey. I find myself surrounded by the most pitch black darkness. I feel the wall around the door in search of the switch and when I find it, I turn on the light. I look up to find the bulb, naked in my flat, covered here by a dark red piece of cloth. It bathes the room in sick bloody light. To my left, I spot the three large boxes. They're open. The oblong one is empty and the other two seem to be filled with what looks like dirt, grey and old dirt. The owner of the voice is nowhere to be seen. 

"Please come into the room but don't turn on the light." 

The voice is now more identifiable. It clearly belongs to a man, a pretty old man.

"Look sir," I answer, "I just dropped by to say hello; I have to go to work now."

"Please," this time the voice is weaker than ever before, "just come in here I need your help, it won't take much time, I promise."

I slowly walk to the room door and push it. In the half-light that pours from the living room I hardly manage to see a silhouette lying on the bed. The man is large, very very large, seven feet at least. 

"Please," the giant says, "come closer, I need your help."

I move closer to the bed. I have the impression that the eyes of the man are burning through my skull in a dark red light. 

"But that is impossible" I try to rationalize, "it's the cloth covering the bulb..."

For a moment I stop, thinking about the outside. The comforting and normal yellow light of the hallway is just a few feet away. I could turn around and the weak old giant on the bed could do nothing to stop me. I could walk away, could I?

"Please," he insists.

"What can I do for you? I really have to go to work."

"Come closer."

I come closer.

"Closer..."

Closer...

His face is a feet away from mine. Now, I am able to distinguish his features. He is old, so very old, older than anyone I have ever seen before. He is so old that his face is white, chalky white, and wrinkled, more wrinkled than a raisin, but his eyes are so intense, so powerful.

His hand suddenly leaves his side and wraps behind my head. I find myself immobilized. How a man so old could be both so strong and so fast? I do not have the time to wonder because he starts pulling me down, towards his face, towards his mouth.

"You will help me recover, youngling," he says to my ear before pressing his old and disgusting lips against my neck.

A terrible pain starting where the man has applied his mouth engulfs my head, my shoulder, my chest. It is as if I was crushed by a pair of oversized plyers. By the time it reaches my lips my scream becomes a faint sob. All I can hear is the old man sucking my neck in sickly slurping noises. I want to throw up. I try to push him away but his hand is still strongly wrapped around my head. I start to silently cry.

Finally, he releases me. I crawl back on my ass against the wall by the door trying to move away from him. Something warm and sticky is pouring down my neck into my cleavage, pouring down from where he sucked me... From where he bit me? 

I look at his face. His mouth is covered with... blood; my blood. I want to scream, sincerely I really want to scream but I can't. This is too crazy. The old man doesn't look so old anymore, some life has gained his cheeks and chest, the wrinkles seem to have faded away, his hair is now ravening black. When, just a few moments ago, he looked a hundred and forty, now he only looks in his mid-forties.

"I'm sorry," he says wiping his mouth.

His voice is much more confident and strong now.

"I'm sorry," he says again, "I needed that so much."

I try to stand reaching for the door and the living room but before I can make it out of the room he waves his hand and the door shuts violently abandoning me in the absolute darkness of the room. 

All I can see are his eyes burning red in the infinite night. He stands.

"I could have made this so much pleasurable for you but I needed your blood so much, let me make it up to you."

As suddenly as the terror took me, it fades away. I walk towards the dark red eyes. I can feel his love. 

As suddenly as the pain overwhelmed me, it fades away. He wraps his hands around my waist. I can feel my undies soaked by my juices.

He presses me against his chest. He is hard against my belly. I try to say something but his blood stained lips cover my mouth. I can taste the copper of my own life on his palate. I run my tongue along the razor edge of his fangs. As my blood start filling our kiss, he cups my ass with ferocity. He lifts the edge of my skirt to access the back of my G-string. He pulls on it, forcing the cord between my trickling labia. I can't hold back a loud moan. My cum pours abundantly down my thighs. He lifts me and lays me down on the bed. He spreads my legs. I squirm in expectation of what is to come. 

The tip of his cock is cold as it pushes through my curtains of flesh. I am so overwhelmed with pleasure that I start to suffocate. Slowly, gently, the serpentine virility of the old man finds its way to the back of my pussy. I have hiccup of pleasure when he finally fills me all the way to the bottom. For a moment he stays inside me, strong and pulsating, absolutely still. 

He grabs my chin and pushes my face to a side. 

His mouth is back on my neck. His tongue licks me clean of the coagulating blood. Once he is done, his fangs tear my skin again. I shiver expecting pain but this time the feeling of the old man teeth ravaging me is absolutely divine. 

Slowly at first but then, more and more frenetically, he rams his cock into me, fucking me savagely while sucking my blood. All I feel is sublime delight, pure pleasure and absolute devotion to my Master.

"I have made it up to you, Marisol," he whispers after filling my guts with is cold dead seed, "but now you'll have to serve me. You'll have to hunt for me. You'll have to help me become strong again. Will you do that for me, Marisol?"

I think I answer yes.

My mouth fills with a warm coppery elixir...

***

2.

I open my eyes. I need to focus. 

My flat, this is my flat. My room, I am in my room, my bed. I check the small transom to the street, it is dark outside. The digital clock on my night stand says 2:30. Shit, I over slept! I need to go to work. 

"Marisol..."

"Not now, I'm going to be late for work," I answer.

I stop, who did I just talk to? I am all alone; I haven't brought a person to my flat in, like, forever... Even when I was with Tim, we used to hang out in his place. 

The glowing red numbers of the clock drag me back to reality. I have already been late twice last month and Sam, my boss, promised that the third time would be the last. I have to get there and make him keep me, whatever it takes. 

I stop again. Whatever? The idea actually makes me horny. 

Whatever, yeah but not with Sam. Not obese Sam, not perverted Sam, not sweaty Sam... The more I think of it the more I grow horny... and hungry. 

Focus girl!

I rush for the shower. The hot water falls on my shoulder. I look down; the water at my feet is stained red... When did my feet get so grey?

"Marisol..."

"Not now I said!"

That voice again. I look around, it sounded like it was just behind me. But there's no one behind me, there's actually only room for one person in my shower, not two. I tried it once with Tim, we failed miserably, it was actually quite embarrassing. Tim... Damn, I am hungry!

I look at the darkness of my room. The darkness... 

It hits me. I haven't turned on a single light since I woke up. No light and yet I can see clearly everything around me. The plastic walls of the shower are closing in on me. I have to get some air; I have to understand what is happening; I have to...

I stumble out of the shower the water splashing all around me. I do not care. I have to focus, to get a grip on reality. I walk to the sink, I puke. I look up and I freeze: I am not in the mirror. 

"Marisol..."

"..."

I am not in the mirror. I do not show in the mirror. I do not have a fucking reflection. My fingers on the mirror leave traces but behind the traces there is no other hand. No small framed Latina, with an insolent nose and two perky tits. No other me, smiling back at me, screaming in terror at me. I do not have a reflection. I...

"Marisol, my child, I need you to hunt for me..."

I stop screaming. 

Hunt? I am starving, so hungry, so thirsty.

I need to go to work.

So horny... Yes hunting sounds nice.

I need to...

"Marisol, my infant, you will obey. You will feed me."

"I... Yes... Obey... Feed you... Master..."

And I remember!

***

3.

I climb the fire escape. I could have gone through the inside of the building but I wanted some fresh air. The window is closed and behind it I can see Jean and Josh sleeping on the couch in each other's arms. They look sweet, they look at peace, they look delicious. 

Acceptance came pretty easily. After the first moments of confusion linked to the discovery of my new condition, I had to face the facts. My new neighbor was a vampire; he had bitten me, drank my blood and turned me into a creature of the night. 

The TV is casting a gloomy blue light over my first two victims. I can sense my Master's presence in the basement but I can also feel him here with me, in my head. I am eager to what is to come but he seems even more eager. I try to open the window as silently as possible.

The link I share with the Master is a strong one. He was really helpful in the process of acceptance. He explained to me that I wasn't free anymore, that I was his. But he also explained that I shouldn't mind because there were many perks to being a vampire: I would get to live forever, I would enjoy pleasures beyond comprehension, I would be at the top of the food chain, chasing only the most interesting game and I would bathe in his eternal and unconditional love. 

Although I do not fully understand all the consequences, I am glad for what he did to me. 

Jean and Josh haven't woken up when I knocked over the big crystal bong on the little table by the window. They must be pretty stoned. 

I look at him. Not as tall as the Master but he is at least two heads taller than me. Short blond hair, military cut, he is quite good looking for a nineteen year old. According to the bulge on his pants he is having quite a nice dream at the moment. I will have to take advantage of this. 

I look at her. She is a very small brunette with long curled hair. A pair of knockers that looks too good to be true. I lick my lips in anticipation when suddenly I hear a noise coming from behind me.

"Come on guys, it's three in the fucking morning," I turn around to see Jane in the doorframe of her room, "I have class tomorrow. I'm seriously trying to get a good night sleep," and she spots me, "Oh! Hi there, I didn't see you, what are you... Never mind, could you just tell them..."

But I do not want to tell them anything I just want them to stay asleep so I grab her face, my hand over her mouth and push her back into her room. I gently kick the door behind me and continue pushing the deliciously confused blonde towards her bed.

"Mar... what ... doing..." she asks through my fingers. 

"Hush, we wouldn't want them to wake up would we?"

The Master is here with me. I do what he tells me. I push her head to a side.

"... isol ... hurting me ... let ... go."

I lick her neck. She tastes good, she smells good.

"Mar... fuck..."

I can feel my canines grow longer, sharper, pointier; I know the time for my first feeding is at hand. Wrapping my lips on her pulsating vein, I slowly break the skin; she squirms trying to get free. I do not let her. Finally my mouth fills with the most delicious nectar of all. 

Her tears roll down her cheeks over my hand. I taste her suffering, her fear. I do not care; I go on; I drink and drink. Her heart starts slowing down; she doesn't fight me anymore; she will soon die. 

Wait, I do not want that, Jane is a nice girl. I might be a vampire but I am not a monster. I will stop now. I want to...

"Just a little bit more," the Master's voice in my head is curt, "don't stop just now..."

I must, if I do not she will die.

"Do as I say little one. Finish her, drink her dry, offer me her soul..."

I must... I must obey...

As she draws her last breath I suddenly feel overwhelmed by a terrible force. I want more; I need more. The Master wants more; the Master needs more. I want what the Master wants; I need what the Master needs. I am the Master, I want, I need.

The Master is in charge now. I do not care. I like being used, I love being the vessel of his magnificence.

I walk back to the living room; the two remaining students are still asleep. I want him, the Master wants her. I am not in charge. I kneel in front of her. I pull on her pink mini pajama shorts. She isn't wearing any underwear. She smells delicious.

She is awake now, she looks terrified. Is it the blood on my face? Is it my dripping fangs? Is it the Master hiding behind my eyes?

I do not like girls, not like that, but the Master does, so I spread her legs. I lean forward, I start lapping, she tastes good, she is salty. She must be closing in on her period because she is coppery too. My fangs extend in my mouth.

She screams, she tries to push me. I do not care, I do not let her. 

My fangs scratch around her labia. My tongue quickly darts inside her guts. The blood starts pouring inside my mouth. She doesn't scream anymore, she moans now. The Master knows how to lick a cunt; I know how to lick a cunt. I am licking it, I am loving it. 

She is loving it too. Josh is now awake. He doesn't understand what is happening. 

My fangs have pierced her femoral artery; the blood flow is now potent. Over Jean's thigh I look at Josh lewd face, I am stronger now, I want him, the Master doesn't care. I extend my hand and shove it into Josh's large boxers. He's still hard. I start stroking him. 

Jean's hands are in my hair, she screams now but from the pleasure I give her. Josh still doesn't understand what is happening, but he likes my fingers around his shaft. 

I want him in me. The Master wants him too. I tell Josh, I order him to get behind me. He thrusts inside me. He fills me. He fucks me. Jean is weak, Jean will soon die. I do not care. All I care about is Josh drilling my pussy, all I care about is the pleasure, all I care about is Jean squirting over my face, all I care is her precious blood filling me. I crawl on her chest; my fangs leave a trail of bites all over her body. When she finally dies, I am chewing on her perfect nipple. 

The Master is glad.

I turn around.

"Come on Josh. Fuck me harder! Give me your blood. Die for me Josh."

***

4.

Three bodies, I leave behind me three bodies, three persons whose death I am responsible for.

I stumble down the stairs, full of blood, full of cum, full of pleasure. The sun will soon be up. I guess I have to hide, I go for my flat, but the Master has come back into my head, he wants to see me.

The light is off; I walk into my Master's den. He's sitting in and old wooden chair, some sort of modest throne. I bow down in front of the Majesty of his all mighty power. I love him.

"Stand little one," he says, "come close to me, come sit on my lap and tell me about your first hunt, your first victims, come and offer me my tribute."

I walk to the ancient colossus and as commanded I sit on his gigantic lap. I feel like a kid in large mall just before Christmas. His massive hand on my thigh and his huge fingers inside me, foraging my drenched guts, quickly wipe the thought away. I start talking.

"Jane was my first... She was innocent... She was a good student... She moved in two years ago... Yes... Her parents helped her move in... Oh... She never caused any trouble... She never complained... She was polite... She was a good neighbor... Oh Master... So good... She was so tasty..."

His mouth is over my neck. His fangs dig deep into my veins and I cum and I cum again as I tell him all I know about the three students I just massacred. And he drinks, he drinks Jane, he drinks Jean, he drinks Josh, he drinks them in blood and in soul, he drinks them all and I start to feel weak, and I start to feel hungry again but I come and I am glad my Master has what he wants. 




Behind Closed Doors



***

5.

I have never been a heavy sleeper, a few hours a day have been more than enough and my new condition doesn't seem to have changed that. I wake up around three in the afternoon on the blanket my Master has lent me to sleep on in his living room. I am still horny and terribly hungry. 

I peak inside the bedroom but the lid on the Master's coffin is closed shut. 

I go back to the living room and sit on the couch. Having nothing else to do, I start playing around with my fangs. They are quite fascinating. In their normal position, they are just twice as long as the rest of my teeth. Noticeable, I guess, but pretty manageable if I do not open my mouth too much when I talk. But then, as soon as I want to feed or get aroused they double in size. In this long position they tend to provoke a severe speech impediment. I'll have to work on that. Anyway I'll start working on it as soon as I feed because I am definitively starving.

After a while I decide to go back to my flat to have a shower and clean up a bit. Maybe the water will take my mind off these feeding urges. The Master is still asleep and I seem to be in charge of most of my actions. I must confess that despite the fact that I really love the Master and that I love being his puppet, being a pack of clay in his hands for him to mold, I do also enjoy a bit of free will. 

Between my clothes I find my phone. I had completely forgotten about it. I have eight messages, all from Sam. It's a fast crescendo of insults finishing with the promise that I will never work in this city again. I text him a laconic: "fuck you". I think I am officially unemployed now. But the Master will provide for me...

I turn on the TV and start watching a game. After a while I switch channels, it's a cooking show, I switch channels again, a movie, a news report, another game. Damn I am so hungry... There's no way to take this out of my mind. I scratch my neck where the Master bit me. I feel an electric bolt surging all over my body. If I wasn't so hungry I would definitely explore this feeling further.

The sun is starting to go down between the buildings. I decide to dress and walk up to the main hall. It doesn't get much light from the sun and by now it should be safe for me. 

Infinite glory and divine inspiration! An angelical vision from another plane is waiting for me in the dark hall of my building.

Rose, the Sterns oldest daughter is checking the family mail. The blonde locks falling over her slender neck, the grace of her bubbly ass, her perfectly toned hips, everything in her is an invitation to fuck. I am about to jump and rape her between the mail boxes when suddenly I sense my Master in my head.

"Ssssh Marisol, calm down, this one I will need you to control, you will bend her will, you will make her your slave."

Hidden in the shadows that lead to the basement I clap my tongue to attract the blonde's attention. When she turns around, scrutinizing the darkness I am standing in, I catch her eyes and start pushing. I sense some resistance but the Master is in her mind by my side and he guides me through the mental defenses of the young woman. 

"Rose, leave that, we'll pick it up when we come back."

The girl's blue eyes are locked into mine, she wants to look away, she wants to go away but I do not let her. She's my prey and she will offer me her flesh, her blood. She resists a little bit more but I can sense her will weakening.

"Rose, we have to go now."

Finally the dam breaks and the girl's mind explodes into my own. I become her, she becomes me. I am submerged by a violent rush of memories and strong emotions. With her I feel the shame of the time she got caught shop lifting, I feel the arousal of her first kiss, I feel the love for her mother, for her father, I feel both the jealousy and the respect she has for her sister. I feel the teenager's confusion. I feel the youth. 

"Yoo-hoo; Rose?"

She's mine, I can see her memories. I start throwing feelings around, I test my powers by sending a powerful stimulus of pleasure to her guts, her lips part letting out a faint moan. The hall's atmosphere fills with the delightful smell of the girl dripping pussy. I smile, I am good at this. The Master is proud; he gently encourages me to claim my prize, our prize. I step forward. I will fuck her now and drain her and...

"ROSE, damn it! Your father and your sister are waiting for us in the car."

What? Who said that? How long has Mrs. Stern been holding the door to the street open? 

The woman suddenly realizes that I am here too. She nods her head towards me.

"Good evening Marisol, I'm sorry but we have to go, we have a dinner reservation, I hope you're doing well, I really hope we get a chance to catch up later." she tells me before grabbing her daughter's hand and dragging her behind her into the dying light of the day. 

A confused Rose, bordering orgasm and so willing to offer me her body and soul, looks at me through the glass. I let her go but I am seriously looking forward to our next meeting.

"Soon," I tell her silently. 

To my frustration and hunger adds up the Master's disapproval. He doesn't say anything but instead of the unconditional love he usually fills me with, all I can feel now is deep resentment. Not so unconditional after all...

I am about to return to my flat, when, coming from the upper floors, I hear panting and the distinctive clicking of animal's claws on the cheap marble of the stairs. I sniff the air: two very distinctive smells hit me: the first one is similar to a soaked carpet full of shit, not so pleasant; the other one, on the other hand is a delicious fragrance of sweat and woman's perfume... 

Exactly what the doctor prescribed.

"Marisol," Gael Danford is standing at the top of the first flight of stairs holding Ingrid, her cocker, by a leash.

"Mrs. Danford," I answer.

I smile, she smiles. Mrs. Danford and I, despite the age difference, have been very good friends since the beginning. Since I helped her take her crates and furniture to her new flat after all the friends that had promised to help her move in had left her stranded. 

"How are you?" she asks me, "I haven't seen you in ages."

Technically we had a coffee last week.

"I'm fine Mrs. Danford," I answer none the less.

"Are you sure? You look pretty pale to me. You should really give up that job of yours; you need to get more sun. Anyway why don't you drop by sometime this week so I can offer you a glass of wine or something?"

I can sense the Master growing impatient.

"How about now?"

"Now? Well I was about to take Ingrid out for her little business but..."

Looking her into the eyes, I concentrate on wiping out the last five seconds. I try again. 

"How about now?"

I can feel she's a bit a confused, she wants to answer the same thing she just did but I do not let her.

"Now? Well... Of course, it will be my pleasure."

***

6.

There's something strange going on. When I reach the second floor, I start losing contact with the Master. At first his presence is a little less strong but as we reach the third floor he completely disappears. It's both quite disturbing as I have grown used to him being in my mind all the time and absolutely exhilarating. While this afternoon while he was sleeping, I could still feel his warm presence lingering about my mind, now I find myself all alone. 

I am so confused that I do not even hear Gael talking to me.

"Marisol! It's the third time I ask: red or white?"

"Red," I answer mechanically.

She pauses; it's true I am more of the white wine type... Or at least I used to be. She shrugs, grabs the bottle, two glasses and brings them to the large kitchen counter. She pours me a glass and looks at me.

"Mi niña," she starts in here aproximative Spanish, "you actually look pretty sick," she takes my hand, "and you feel so cold too."

I push my glass to a side and take hers out of her hands. She's still inspecting me.

"And what the hell is that?" she says touching the two closing puncture wounds on my neck.

I shiver, closing my eyes as the memory of the Master using me as his feeding vessel overwhelms me and I moan. When I reopen my eyes, Gael is staring at me. She looks confused; her hand is still on my neck, still lingering above the bite marks. 

"Marisol?" 

I lean over the table, smiling.

"Yes, Gael,"

"Marisol? Are you... flirting with me?" 

My hand combs through her hair.

"I think we're already past that, don't you think?"

"Marisol? What are you doing to me?"

I grab the back of her head and drag her towards me. My eyes are locked into hers, her mind is mine to take but I do not have to force her too much. She has always had a repressed lesbian fantasy and apparently, I've been the object of that fantasy in quite a few dreams. 

Our lips touch. Once, twice, she pulls back.

"Marisol, are you going to fuck me?"

"Try and stop me," I answer before burying myself back between her warm luscious lips. 

I pull on her top, her breast are still defying gravity. I lick her chin, her neck. My fangs extend leaving a pair of thin red lines down her cleavage. I grab her erected nipple between my teeth. She moans. 

The Master exits his coffin.

I slip a hand into her trainers, her untrimmed hairy bush trembles under my fingers; I make small circles around her clit with my palm, my index dives in and out of her moist inside. She is all mine, she screams, she comes.

The Master leaves his basement.

She takes over, I let her. Pulling on my hair, she pushes me back against the counter. She's rabid, she starts licking my neck, sucking on the bite marks. I lose control of myself, I come.

The Master reaches the ground floor. I start sensing his presence inside my mind.

I take over again; I slam her against the counter and sink to my knees. The face between her legs I drink her cum, sucking as hard as I can, trying to milk her of her succulent juices. I flip her on her belly displaying her muscular ass, just below my nose. My tongue starts exploring her butt hole.

The Master reaches the second floor.

"Bite her," he tells me.

I bite. She arches her back forcing my fangs deeper in. 

"Drink her," he continues.

I drink her. She screams my name.

"Drain her."

"No."

"Drain her."

"Please no..."

"Drain her," he says finally reaching the third floor.

Left with no choice I drain her. She dies coming.

The door opens behind me and the Master storms my friend's flat. He grabs me by the neck and lifts me high above the ground.

"Never again!" he spits before throwing me on the kitchen's counter.

He spreads my legs and buries his fangs into my thigh. The pain is so intense that my pussy dries in an instant. My scream resonates all the way down to the street. 

With a wave of his hand he closes the door of the flat. 

I suffer behind closed doors.

*** 

7.

To the pain succeeds the confusion and the hunger, the confusion and the love, the hunger and the lust. The Master won't allow me to feed; not until he gets what he needs, but soon he will get what he needs and then I will be allowed to feed for myself. I know this because the Master is love and he wouldn't let me suffer this much hunger if there wasn't a good reason. 

He finishes licking the bite holes in my thigh before wiping Gael's blood from his lips. He looks up, sniffs, turns around.

I am about to ask him what is happening.

"Hush," he tells me silently.

I listen. My heightened senses do not pick up anything at first but finally I hear them: two voices, across the hall. 

"-Did you hear that?-"

"-Yes, what was it?-"

"-The hell if I know!-"

"-Should we call the police?-"

The eyes of the Master are two tiny portholes into hell. 

"You will go get them; you will get their souls for me. I do not want to spend longer than needed in this hole. You will get them for me and you will never again disobey me."

My answer is useless, the Master is my entire world and I have a hard time understanding how I did even imagine disobeying him. He slowly turns to mist and disappears through the bedroom door. I can feel him slipping away from me, slipping back to his lair, to his soil in the basement.

I turn my attention back to the voices on the other side of the hall. I can still hear the Martinez. 

"-No we can't call the police, we can't get involved, if we get involved it will end up backfiring. It will be our fault,-" Mr. Martinez says.

"-But the scream, it sounded so much like Marisol, if she's in trouble we need to help her.-" Mrs. Martinez answers.

"-Okay, let me check first and then we can call the police or the ambulance or whatever we need to call.-"

Cautiously, Mr. Martinez exits his flat; he walks to the door and knocks as if he didn't want anyone to hear him. I try to stand to clean up a bit to receive him correctly but the Master has left me too weak. 

"Come in," I whisper, repeating a scene that happened to me just a day ago.

He pushes the door, slips the head in the opening and sees me, half naked, covered in blood lying on the kitchen counter. He's about to scream but I manage to get a grip on his mind. A puppet in my hands, he walks to the counter and wraps his arms below my knees and shoulders. I have him walk me to the couch in the living room. I steal a kiss from him. I can feel my strength slowly coming back. My hand falls on his pants. I do not know if he is a pervert or if I unintentionally triggered the pleasure centers of his mind but his pants are full of lust, hard throbbing lust. Through the fabric of his old worn off jeans, I start stroking him. I guide his hands over the wounds the Master left me on my thighs and I have him caress me. 

He grunts when I force him to bend over, to offer me his neck. I strike and start drinking. His blood is warm and good. His blood is strong, strong as his worker's hand that has neglected the Master's markings and is now massaging with expertise my wet pussy. 

"-Marisol, mijita, not so fast, take your time, I'm all yours...-" he whispers to my ear. 

And indeed he is all mine and satiated I push him away. And I help him with his belt, with his pants, with his boxers, because I want him in me, I want his fatherly dick to reap my ass. 

To make it easier on him and me I take his member in my mouth; I suck on it, I spit on it; I lubricate it as well as I can. My dripping pussy leaks between my butt cheeks and when finally I feel it is ready; I put my legs over his shoulders offering my crack hole. 

For the first time in his life, Jose Martinez takes a woman not the way God intended and I can see that beyond my control over his mind, he likes it, a lot. The blood pouring down his neck onto his shirt splashes all over me each time he thrusts his dick into my ass. And I scream, and he grunts, and soon we both come. 

I wrap my trembling legs around his waist bringing him down to my thirsty fangs and once again I drink from him. But Mr. Martinez is not Josh or Jean or Jane or Gael and soon the flow of his blood dries up. He dies. 

As I ravel in the pleasure of the kill, in the strength of the man, in the delights of the dying soul, I can feel the Master rejoice in the distance. 

But is it a feeling or is it my imagination? Did the Master actually commune with me in this killing? Or is it just me imagining the Master's love in my mind? 

I try to establish contact, but nothing comes back and suddenly, once again I am submerged by the power of my freedom and I realize that I need to get rid of the Master.

*** 

8.

Mrs. Martinez looks very preoccupied when I find her sitting in the dark in her living room.

"-Jose?-"

"-No, Mrs. Martinez, it's me Marisol.-" 

I stand behind her. She reminds me of my mom.

"-Where is he? Are you all right? We heard you screaming and he went to check on you and now he's been gone for ten minutes and I heard you screaming again...-"

"-Shh Mrs. Martinez, don't worry everything is going to go just fine. I promise.-"

My fingers are playing with her locks. Her dark hair is held in a tight bun.

"-But where is my Jose?-"

"-Don't worry for him, he is alright now.-"

I kneel behind the couch, my nose dives in the back of her neck.

"-Marisol, what happened? Your scream was absolutely terrifying.-"

"-Yes, I know, but it's all over now."-

My tongue darts between my lips and starts drawing figures all over the warm neck skin of the middle aged beautician. She carries the smell of cheap shampoo and lotions; she carries the smell of a lot of other women.

Surprised she turns around and for the first time she sees me, she sees me naked, she sees the blood of her husband all over my face but all in all, all she sees is my deep red eyes, penetrating eyes. She tries to struggle but I am far too powerful, and she submits to me.

I seat by her side. In the darkness of her flat I take the time to observe her. Despite time she always took good care of her and where others crumble with age, she actually grew more beautiful, more classy, more womanly. I like her style.

I lick her mouth tasting her deep red lipstick; I lick her eyes, tasting her eyeliner. 

"-Do you like that?-"

"-Hum, hum,-" she answers.

She's completely under my spell. I make her kneel. 

"-Will you do anything for me?-"

"-Hum, hum,-" she answers.

I push her face between my legs.

"-Do you want some of Jose too-"

"-Hum, hum,-" she answers.

And understanding my unspoken order she drinks the cum of her man, she drinks his blood and his sweat, the last vestiges of his life. She understands all this and she cries and as she cries I come and I come. 

"-Are you sad?-"

"-Yes a little bit,-" she answers.

"-Do you want me to make it all go away? -"

"-Yes I would love that,-" she answers.

I climb down from the couch and join her on the floor of her living room. I push her on her back, on the cold floor and slowly, very slowly, I take off the buttons of her white blouse. One by one, just like a theatre curtain they reveal the magnificent show of Mrs. Martinez' breasts. 

I play a bit with her nipple, I bite her. She moans. I lick my way up to her neck and bite her again. She purrs. With the steady flow of her blood filling me, my hand trails up her legs to her soaked stockings. I tear through the fabric and push two fingers in. She starts crying again but of bliss this time.

So good, so delicious, so close to death but this one the Master won't have. I do not care what it costs me, but this one will be loyal to me. She will be my agent in the world and she will find a way to get rid of the Master for me.

I let her go and with her blood still smeared all over my lips I ask her the same question my Master asked me:

"Will you be mine?"

And she answers yes. 

So I tear through my wrist with my fangs, I shove my hand under her nose and I force her to drink, to drink some of her own blood, some of her husband's, some of Gael's and more importantly, some of mine. 

And I spend the rest of the night helping her adjust, accepting the change, the transformation into my daughter of darkness, my own little vampire, my own little slave... No wait, I am not the Master, I am her bigger sister. Yes a sister, someone to trust and someone to love. 

***. 

9.

I am back in my flat and the sun is slowly rising over the city. 

Of course I had to go and see the Master. As I was going down the stairs I was terrified that I could incriminate myself; that my own mouth would give up my dirty little duplicity. But apparently parenthood is a liberating phase for a vampire. And despite the absolute reverence I still hold the Master in, I manage to keep a strange form of free will that compartmentalizes my mind. On one side I am the Master's little lap dog, and on the other I am plotting to destroy him. Also good to know the notion of "soul" is not as literal as the Master seems to believe. He took me doggie style and covered my back with bite marks. But he seemed pleased as he went back to his bed releasing me for the evening. 




Behind Closed Doors



So now I listen at the noises of the waking city, waiting for the sleep to take me.

And sleep finally comes. 

I suddenly find myself in Mrs. Martinez' head, looking at the closed door of her flat

Her son comes home by dawn's early lights. He has spent most of the night in the flat of one of the girls that hangs around his crew. The drugs and the sex have taken a heavy toll on him and he has one thing in mind: his bed. But Mrs. Martinez has other plans for her progeny. She waits for him in the dark. He doesn't see her until she turns on the little light on the table by her side.

"-Mama? What are you doing here?-"

"-I was waiting for you mijo.-"

"-Mama, it's late. You should go to bed.-"

"-I will soon but not just yet. We have to talk first.-"

"-Come on Mama, I already told you I'm not going back to school, end of discussion.-"

"-Oh mijo, don't get me wrong but I couldn't care less right now that you went back to school or not.-"

"-Mama?-"

"-School is highly overrated this days and I'm pretty sure that you learn a lot of much more useful skills with your little friends.-"

"-Mama, are you high?-"

"-High? No I don't think so. Hungry? Terribly. Horny? Like hell. But high? Not at all mijito.-"

"-Mama? What the fuck are you talking about? Are you sick? Where is dad, anyway?-"

"-Your dad is rotting across the hall.-"

"-Mama, you didn't take the pills I keep under my socks right?-"

"-Pills? What pills? I don't need pills, I'm not sick. I'm perfectly well, better than I have been in quite a while actually, now I just need you to come closer and fuck for a while and then I'll feed and then you'll go and run a couple of errands for me.-"

Mrs. Martinez is not interested in talking anymore. She can smell the bitches' sweat on her son's body. She's jealous. She wants it too. She extends a hand.

"-Now show me that delicious dick of yours.-"

The kid obeys because he has no say in his own actions anymore. Mrs. Martinez falls to her knees and grabs her son by the sack forcing him to come closer. Looking at him in the eyes she strokes his dick until she gets a descent erection. Once there, she pulls on the skin and swallows the gleaming head in her cold mouth. 

And the son closes his eyes, lifting his chin giving up his will and taking all the pleasure.

***

10.

But the dream stops there. 

Someone is knocking at my door. I open an eye. The digital clock on my night stand tells me it is eleven twenty. The light outside tells me that I should really not answer. Furthermore, I think that if I get back to sleep now I might be able to catch up with the dream. I turn around putting the pillow over my head. 

The person behind the door insists. The frustration is growing. I am all wet and I want to witness my sister's first supper.

"Fuck off, I'm sleeping!" 

"Police, open up!"

Suddenly a cold shiver runs down my spine. I should have thought of it. Of course you do not leave bodies rotting around and expect not to get a small visit of some kind of law enforcement or another.

"Just a sec, let me get dressed."

"No pressure," he answers, "I just have a couple of questions to ask you."

My flat is a mess. II finally find a shirt and a jeans mini skirt. I tie the shirt around my waist and try to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Of course I get no reflection. I sincerely hope that I do not look too skanky as I open the door. Judging by the look on the policeman's face, I have a strong feeling that skanky might be a weak word. Eyes up here mister!

"Good morning officer, what can I do for you?" 

Mid-thirties, civilian clothes and a hint of intelligence in his eyes.

"It's detective if you don't mind," he answers.

And an attitude apparently.

"Of course, detective," I answer with my most cheerful smile, "what can I do for you? I've been up all night working and I'm looking forward to go back to sleep."

He details me, gathers his thoughts looking at his note book and finally says.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you," that doesn't sound sincere, "but we have found three corpses in a flat on the second floor and we're trying to find witnesses."

Honestly if I wasn't responsible for those deaths and the ones that apparently haven't been discovered yet, if I was still a sensible human being caring about his neighbors, I think I would consider this police officer a bit insensitive. But since I am now a ravenous and lustful vampire bride what I consider this officer to be is breakfast.

"How terrible," I answer, "but I am afraid that I can't help you with that, I was working last night."

He looks at me suspiciously.

"We'll have to check that."

And I think of Sam.

"No, you won't."

"Come again?"

I try to get in his mind. Something stops me. Some sense of duty and honor seems to be preventing me from accessing this man's mind.

"I said you won't have to check that."

His mental defenses are strong. The more I push, the more his mind closes to me.

"I'm sorry lady, but you don't get to tell me how to do my job."

"Actually, yes I am."

"No you don't... And I'm not sure what you're trying to do but it won't work."

I try harder to force my way into his mind. I can feel my traits change become fiercer. He steps back, reaching for his gun, only to bump in the Master. 

"What the?"

The detective turns around ready to shoot, but he cannot compete with the absolute power of the Master. The monster wraps a hand around the man's throat. The mind of the policeman melts into the might of the Master's look. The Master's mouth fills with terrible fangs. 

"Master don't!"

The Master's eyes carry the promise of terrible suffering for me.

"Master, please don't kill him. If you kill him, more like him will come and we will have to run and hide."

The Master pauses and finally turns to the detective

"I can't run... Not yet... She's right, you will serve me. You will do as she tells you."

The internal struggle in the Detective's mind seems of epic proportions but finally the Master imposes his will to the human before dropping him to the ground and disappearing into his flat. I extend a hand towards the detective helping him to stand. He holsters his gun.

"I'm sorry Miss, I won't be bothering you anymore and I'll have my colleagues leave you alone."

"Actually since you woke me I think I could use you for something else. Would you mind stepping in?"

Apparently he doesn't. I have him sit amongst my clothes on the couch. 

"So detective," I start, "do you want something to drink? I have a couple of beers in the fridge that kind of lost their purpose to me."

He looks puzzled. I bring one of the beers. He takes it hesitantly.

"I usually don't drink when I'm on duty," he says with the smile of a kid caught with the hand in the jar. 

"I won't tell anyone if you don't."

He takes a sip.

"How does it feel to have solved the triple murder and not being able to report to your superiors about it?"

"I..." he starts, "I don't know, I should mind but I don't. It's strange."

We look at each other silently for a long while. 

"Never cared much for cops but you'll have to do. Would you show me that dick of yours?"

He stands and drops his pants displaying a nice sized utensil. The memory of the dream is still bugging me so I decide to reenact Mrs. Martinez first dinner with my new toy. Reaching the point where his head is in my mouth I have to improvise but on this aspect of things my imagination doesn't seem to run dry easily.

***

11.

The next time I wake up it's already dark outside. The detective's head is resting on my shoulder. I can feel his warm breath brushing against my nipple. I free my arm and step out of the bed silently to let him sleep. I stumble to the bathroom. I look at my non reflection in the mirror. Damn I really need to get used to that. 

I look down; the detective's seed has coagulated on my belly. My fingers brushing against it, I close my eyes planning on letting them do some more exploring when suddenly somebody knocks on my door. I storm through the living room mumbling.

"Fuck, there's no way to be left alone in this fucking building!"

"Yeah, who is it?" I spit.

"Mari? It's Samantha. I got the visit of a police detective this afternoon at work and I just wanted to check if you were alright."

In my mind the Master starts speaking with me. 

"My child, you are nothing."

Nothing.

"My child you're weightless."

Weightless.

"My child, you float with the wind."

Float.

"My child, you disappear in the mist."

Mist...

"Mari?"

I wrap a column of vapor around the handle and unlock the door. I slowly float toward the ceiling of my flat as the door opens ajar. 

"Come in." I whisper.

Samantha steps inside. She switches on the light and looks around. 

"Mari, where are you?"

"I'll be with you in a minute. Help yourself to a beer."

She looks around. Not being able to identify the origin of my voice, she shrugs. 

"Your flat is disgusting," she says pushing some of my clothes with her foot. 

She walks to the kitchen. I let myself slowly fall from the ceiling. I trail her, surrounding her ankles with my ethereal form, rising between her legs, I slip under the skirt of the strict suit she wears to go to work. I enjoy her heat, enjoy her life, enjoy her presence. When she bends over I engulf her ass, her belly, her tits. 

"Marisol, this one you shall bring to me." The Master commands.

I let the draft carry me towards the living room and I rematerialize in the door frame. I stand there naked, exposing my beautiful alabaster curves, exposing the Master's marks, lWhen she sees me she drops the bottle in her hand splattering beer and glass shards all over my already pretty messy kitchen floor. 

The cop in my room mumbles but goes back to sleep. I might have taken a bit too much blood from him. I'll have to check on him after I am finished with Samantha.

"Marisol what the hell has happened..." she starts.

"Hush," I say taking over, "that cop you met, he's in my room right now and I don't want you to wake him up..."

"But Marisol..."

"No butts, my darling Samantha. I have a friend to introduce you to."

She takes the hand I offer her and like a little girl she follows me to the Master's flat. 

He is waiting for us in all his naked magnificence sitting on his throne. Between the pillars of his legs a third column points towards us. I bow down and force Samantha to imitate me. The Master smiles. His youth is now almost restored and he is more glorious than ever, more majestic than ever. 

"Samantha," he says taking over the mind of my former friend, "thanks to your sacrifice I'll soon be able to leave this building, with your blood my bond to this land will be almost complete."

I bow down to go back to the door but the Master stops me with a wave of his hand.

"Marisol, stay here with us, I want you by my side."

I look at him hesitantly fearing one of his outbursts of rage but all I can see in his face is absolute love. 

"Marisol, undress her I want to admire her," The Master commands, "It's been a very long time since I have taken the time to enjoy the cheer beauty of a female body."

I help my friend out of her clothes and withdraw for the Master to enjoy undisturbed. 

"Marisol, come to me and make me burst."

I obey. 

Lying by his feet, I work the royal shaft up and down. The Master pulsates under my fingers. He enjoys my touch and smiles. Samantha slowly waves her curves to the tune of a song only she can hear. I can see she's lost in her mind, lost in the love the Master has given me and now is giving to her. Finally my divine ruler lifts his head and, laughing, he comes. Abundant, the cold seed pours over my hands. I leave my fingers around the still turgescent organ. But the Master isn't done, the Master wants warmth. 

So he invites Samantha to join us. Lost in her dream she sits by my side and wraps her hands around mine. Looking at me, she starts licking the sticky remnants of the Master's delight. Her tongue explores the recesses between her fingers, lapping at the exposed parts of my hands. I start stroking the Master again, Samantha's warm lips glued to my hands, following the movement. From time to time an accidental lap touches the Master and he laughs, enjoying our little game. 

Suddenly his hands fall on both our heads. He pushes me away and wraps his long finger under Samantha chin. He makes her stand. He takes her by the waist and brings her closer. His mouth finds its way to her neck and he bites quickly, deeply into her artery. He lets her go letting the precious life flowing down her chest. He grabs her by the ass, lifts her and properly impales her on the object of our common attention. Samantha is pure pleasure, her mind has dissolved into the Master embrace and all she can do is scream the pleasure of feeling him against her blood covered chest, of feeling him inside. Finally his mouth is back on her neck. 

Over her shoulder he looks at me.

"Join us Marisol, join us in this unholy communion of pleasure."

I force myself against her back, feeling against my belly the Master's forceful blows to the fragile intimacy of my friend, against my chest the desperate jerking of her breath trying to bring the necessary oxygen of life to her thinning blood, against my face, the absolute bliss of the careless pleasure she's now undergoing. And I strike, driving my fangs into her neck, opposite to my Master, draining Samantha of her essence. 

Samantha, lifeless at our feet, looks at me with the desperation only a corpse can carry in its eyes. All thoughts of rebellion have abandoned me. My mind melted into the Master's the moment my former friend died and he saw all, but he forgave me and now I'm free to continue being his servant for all eternity.

The Master is strong again, soon he'll be able to follow me to the outside world and together we will bring back the fear of the shadows to the world but first he needs a final soul to complete the bonding ritual. A special soul...

***

12.

A virgin! Seriously, where do you find a virgin in this city? 

I'm sitting on the edge of the roof of the building observing the moon and trying to solve the puzzle the Master presented me with.

"You will get me the blood and the soul of a virgin," he told me in his deep voice, "a virgin from this same building, to complete the ritual and free me from the boundaries of the soil I have brought with me..."

I asked him if it had to be from this building and he insisted.

"Yes this building, it has to be from this building. The ritual is very specific, seven souls and the soul of a virgin under the same roof. There is no other way, but I trust you Marisol, I know you'll find a solution."

I tried to explain to him that to my knowledge there were no virgins in the building. Even the two daughters of the Sterns aren't virgin; I know that for a fact as. How could they be, their parents are reasonably liberal in their views, so I guess that they must have pushed them to explore their bodies at an earlier age than eighteen, and I must confess that the little I saw in Rose's mind seemed quite experienced in the ways of body rubbing. There's always the solution of putting up an ad to rent my flat at the local church and hoping for a god fearing, never before marriage young man or girl to pop up but it would take some time and the Master told me:

"Marisol, the ritual has to be completed by tomorrow night; it has to be completed before the new moon. If not we will have to start the ritual from scratch and I don't want that."

And since he doesn't want that, I guess that I don't want that. 

His influence started to fade again since I reached the second floor so I'm able to have some limited independent thoughts. And my thoughts are that the Master will be highly unpleased if I don't find him a god damn virgin...

I get back into the building and to clear my mind with a finger or two, I knock on my progeny's door. She doesn't answer. It's weird; I recall that I haven't sensed her presence since this morning. I knock again projecting my mind into the flat trying to find her. Sweet Mrs. Martinez must have gone out. I hope she's up to no good. 

Suddenly I freeze. Not in Mrs. Martinez flat, lower, yes below, on the next floor. I sense not four but five minds. Could I be in luck? I push further and concentrate. Mr. and Mrs. Stern, the Stern sisters and ... Yes another mind, a young one, female, eighteen years old, sweet and innocent. A cousin of the girls, the niece of Mrs. Stern, from her family down south, from the bible belt, from the number one breeding ground of virgins in America. And she's a Stern too, well not a Stern but she's a family member so this should have to work. Yes!

I check my watch. Ten past nine. Still time for a social call. The Master will be pleased; I have his virgin at hand.

I check my clothes, pretty decent this time, well descent enough according to my standards and my standards should do for what I have planned. So I walk down the flight of stairs and knock on the door.

"Marisol!" Mr. Stern has always been a quite expansive in my presence. 

Now that I can read his mind, I kind of understand why. The poor man has been trapped for the last nineteen years and half in a women's only household. Wow he has not been allowed to pee standing since nineteen ninety eight... that's harsh. Anyway I have been a main part of his fantasies since I moved in the building. Young, beautiful, letting him pee as god intended, I am prime material for a middle aged man trapped in his boring life. 

I smile.

"Good evening Mr. Stern, I hope I'm not intruding..."

I am about to start to twitch his mind but he doesn't let me.

"But of course not Marisol, mi casa es su casa," he says winking at me, "Please come in, tonight is Donna's eighteenth birthday and we were just about to cut the cake. Why don't you step in and have a slice?"

Taken off guard I can only follow him. He precedes me into the dining room. The whole family is there smiling at me. I can sense some reluctance coming from Mrs. Stern, apparently she has some suspicions about me and her husband, from the cousin I haven't been introduced to yet, I definitely have found a virgin, and on Donna's part, I guess she would have rather had this party family only, but both Rose and Mr. Stern are extremely glad to see me tonight. Mr. Stern is already picturing me naked in a bubble bath and our previous encounter has left Rose with what I could call a lasting impression. 

I smile back at the collective.

"Have my seat please, I'll get a chair from the living room," Mr. Stern says before exiting the room.

I sit and silently stare at the virgin. I start exploring her memories looking for a confirmation. That boy she fancied and with whom she had a secret appointment, she went to church instead. And that other one... yup, church too. And this third one on the fourth of July, wait... and church again! Yes I think I have found what I was looking for, a plain old traditional virgin, the virginest virgin of all virgins!

Mr. Stern comes back with a chair and sits by my side. Mrs. Stern serves me a slice of the cake. 

"Marisol, this is Martha, she comes from North Carolina ..."

"Hello Martha," I reply interrupting her and implanting in her mind and the mind of the others that I was already properly introduced to her. I hate it when people tell me what I already know.

The family reunion picks up where it stopped when I interrupted them. Slowly I erase myself from their mind, making myself invisible. After a while I stand and put the cake slice in the garbage leaving the plate in the sink. I start walking around the table. My prime victim is here at the end of my fingertips but I have time and I want to enjoy this evening as much as I can. 




Behind Closed Doors



Their conversation had turned to a reminiscence of their past affair, and as such was punctuated by giggles and a general sense of comfort between the two. It had been unfortunate, really, that they had only been good friends and hadn't dared to progress beyond that until Hunter was engaged. Perhaps it was that ultimate long term impossibility that had emboldened them, whatever the case their proximity to each other was certainly stirring up old passions now. Hunter noticed Tori constantly shifting her legs around, little did he know she was gratifying herself by doing so. Tori's thong was wedged in between her tight cunt lips again, and her movements were rubbing it against her clit. Like she had earlier that day, Tori was getting hotter and hotter, only this time she didn't even have her hands to help out. By now Hunter had noticed the growing excitement in her voice, she tried to hide it as best she could, but in the end there was no way to conceal the fact that Tori was about to climax, and that was just from their hot talk and her tight undies. Hunter watched incredulously, this was the result he had hoped for, but he never realized Tori's underlying feelings burned so hotly that she would cum just by talking to him. With Hunter watching intently, Tori gasped as she brought her thighs rubbing together one last time, forcing her tight thong against her clit. Her orgasm was accentuated by more of a gasp than a scream, as Tori gave in to all the overwhelming sensations of her afternoon with Hunter, everything from her finger session before she picked him up until the hot conversation that they just finished. She sat for a moment, panting to catch her breath, eyes fixed on Hunter with a lean and hungry look he knew all too well. In a moment, Tori darted forward, tearing at his belt and zipper, freeing his magnificent cock from his trousers and wrapping her lips around it.

Hunter eased himself back in his seat, reaching beneath him to slide back as far as he could go. Tori took immediate advantage of the extra room as she snaked her way into a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. Her hot sucking motions had gotten Hunter hard pretty quickly, and she kept her mouth wrapped all the way around him. She loved taking his once soft cock into her mouth and feeling it harden and expand while inside her. Tori's head bobbed up and down repeatedly as she sucked Hunter to his full hardness, and without being bidden to, Tori pulled her hair back behind her shoulders so that he could watch her sucking him. His eyes met hers as she rose up on him once again, and she willingly accepted his hand guiding her back down onto him. He'd always loved her blow jobs, and Tori knew that no matter how good his wife did it for him, the feeling of her mouth on his cock was something Hunter would never forget. Tori let him go for a little, allowing him to push and pull her head up and down on his cock until she paused at the very tip. Her tongue tickled and teased the opening of his cock as Tori sucked out the first savory drops of Hunter's pre-cum. She murmured her gratification at getting her first taste of Hunter in a long time, then let a slow torrent of her saliva trickle down the shaft of his cock.

Hunter felt the warm liquid oozing down his shaft, and he pressed down a little on Tori's head to get her going again. Having her sucking his cock again felt wonderful, and Hunter wanted her ton continue. She obliged, slowly sucking his cock back into her mouth again, only this time Tori added a hand wrapped around the base of Hunter's cock. As soon as her lips touched her fingers, Tori eased back off of him, stroking his shaft while she pulled up. Her rhythm started slowly, letting the heat between the two of them smolder as she pumped his big hard cock into her mouth. She too wanted this to last, but after masturbating herself twice, Tori was in no shape to really control her actions. Faster and faster she went, squeezing her fingers tighter around Hunter's cock. Her hand moved on him with full, deliberate strokes, and she kept it moving in time with her mouth. Hunter's cock never slipped out from between her luscious red lips, even as her strokes grew ever faster. Tori was sucking his cock for all she was worth, giving the man a blow job like only she could. Her tongue was caressing his saliva coated shaft while she sucked him harder and harder, filling her mouth and throat with his cock. More of his pre-cum flowed onto her tongue, and Tori swallowed it all down without missing a beat. That wasn't all she wanted though, and she kept sucking and stroking Hunter's cock deep into her mouth. He was moaning as she did, and Tori knew that he was getting close to cumming. His hands grabbed her hair tighter as she sucked faster, he was almost pulling her hair but Tori didn't mind. She started stroking him harder now, faster and faster, letting his cock slide out of her mouth so she could pump him harder and harder. Hunter's eyes squeezed shut as he felt all this, grunting and groaning until it was no more use to try and hold back. He grunted and gasped, loud enough to be heard had anyone been near them in the park, and his hot sticky cum shot out all over Tori's pretty face. She hadn't quite gotten her mouth back down over his cock, and Hunter's cum showered her cheeks and lips as she raced to suck it in.

Tori managed to get the rest of Hunter's cum shot to splatter all over her tongue, then she went down on him hard, letting him blast the rest into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all down, it was a valiant effort, but there was just too much for her to take. Sweet droplets of his frothy cum oozed from between her lips, dribbling down her chin and back onto him. Tori sucked long and hard, feeling Hunter's quaking cock unleashing its load inside her mouth until she knew she had emptied his aching balls. She let him slide out of her mouth again, and rubbed his sticky shaft all over her face, wiping up some of his spilled cum so she could suck that down as well. All the while she let her hand slowly massage his shaft, bringing Hunter down gently as she finished lapping up all the cum she could manage. They remained like that for a while, Hunter catching his breath and Tori using her fingers to draw the last few drops of his cum off her chin so she could savor the taste on her tongue once again. Even after all that was completed, Tori let a cum coated digit linger in her mouth awhile before gathering herself together.

Eventually, Tori drove Hunter back to his office, so he could retrieve his car and head on home. Not much was spoken between them, but their minds were racing. How desperately Tori wanted to go with him, but she knew that she had nearly crossed the line with him already. In fact, she'd probably gone past it, but she rationalized that no man had taken her pussy since she'd promised it to her husband. Besides, it wasn't as if Hunter was a total stranger, they'd fucked repeatedly and passionately before their respective marriages. With her mind cleared of any obstacle, Tori bade Hunter a good evening, and made her way home by herself.

Hunter watched her car disappear into the growing rush hour traffic, and he made his own way home as well. He was quite well satisfied from the blow job Tori had given him, he had known right away after his chance encounter with her that she'd go at least that far. She'd been quite a hot little fuck back in the day, and Hunter wondered what it would take to get her in the sack again. Whatever it was, he knew he'd have to do it quick, his wife Karen was due back from visiting her parents at the end of the week. That left him only a couple more days to see if Tori was up to her old tricks. He figured she may well be, it hadn't taken too much encouragement to get his cock in her mouth again. Besides, back when they shared that torrid affair, he had already been engaged to Karen, so it wasn't as if Tori was above filling in for her. That thought drew a hearty smile and a laugh as Hunter wended his way through traffic, and pleasant memories of his passionate encounters with Tori filled his mind.

Tori was quite nervous that evening, but she did manage to control herself when she was around her husband. He figured that she had another bad day at work, and mercifully left her to her own devices. She dreamed of Hunter that night, running her hands down to her pussy all the while. It felt so good, so natural to envision Hunter as she played with her pussy. Normally Tori wasn't one to touch herself like that, let alone three times in one day, but she just couldn't help it. As her husband slept, Tori fingered herself to another orgasm, biting down on her lip so her cries wouldn't be heard. Hunter had such a hold on her after all this time, sucking his cock had just been the beginning. Tori desperately wanted more, but she was already taken, as was he, and she pondered how she could justify doing anything further with him as the night grew old.

He didn't call her the next day, which didn't really bother Tori too much, although she did leave him a message to get back to her about the house late in the afternoon. As much as she would have liked to, Tori couldn't spend all her time on a prospective client who probably wasn't really a buyer. She arranged a few more showings to occupy her time the rest of the week, but she did keep a few open slots for Hunter. At the very least she intended to see him one last time before Karen's return would complicate things. Tori still didn't know what she was going to do, only that the taste of Hunter she'd gotten the day before had only served to whet her appetite for more. By the time she left the office for home, Hunter still hadn't called back, and the business sense Tori had was slowly starting to forget him. She didn't even worry about him on a professional level the next morning, when her calls had gone unreturned. A part of her wanted to be with him again, but she realized that she'd spent enough work time on him, and had to move on. If there was going to be more personal business between them, she'd have to save it for later.

With Tori fully returned to her 'business mode', it came as a pretty big shock when Hunter sauntered into her office right after lunch. She did a good job of concealing her surprise, and while she knew things might not lead the way she wanted them to, she did agree to take him out to see the house again. Together they climbed back into her car and drove off, without a word spoken about their little rendezvous in the park. As they drove, Tori became conscious of the fact that she was wearing another mini, and because she hadn't been expecting Hunter, she wasn't wearing any panties this time. She tried to keep her skirt from riding up and giving him the wrong message, but her little gyrations and adjustments seemed to attract his attention to her bare thighs. Once they arrived, Tori led the way to the front door, knowing Hunter's eyes were fixated on her ass. Still, she did manage to make it to the house without Hunter really seeing anything, and they made their way inside. There wasn't all that much for Hunter to see again, and he didn't really seem interested in Tori's presentation. The more time they spent together though, the less she cared about that. With the first floor behind them, Tori led Hunter back up towards the bedrooms, knowing that the opportunity lay ahead of them, but circumstances strictly forbade it.

Their tour of the house's second floor was almost surreal, as neither Tori nor Hunter really absorbed her presentation. Hunter was following Tori as closely as he could physically, get, even pressing against her as she fought the temptation. His hands running through her hair or caressing her shoulders melted away what little resolve she had left. Tori led Hunter into the master bedroom, sashaying her way in front of him for a few steps before turning and catching him in her arms as he approached. Her lips met his in a fiery embrace, then they parted so that their tongues could intertwine. Hunter's hands tugged Tori's blouse out of her skirt, then came to rest on her breasts. That drew a soft sigh from Tori, which grew in intensity as Hunter undid her buttons and the front hook of her bra. His hands found her soft breasts waiting for him, and he gently squeezed them before rolling her nipples between his fingers. Their mouths parted as Tori tossed her head back, thrusting her breasts out in front of her invitingly. Hunter didn't need any more encouragement, in a flash he had his face buried in her cleavage. His mouth and tongue tore at Tori's breasts, sucking in her hard nipples while he squeezed her even tighter. Normally Hunter wouldn't dare be this rough, but he knew from experience that Tori loved having her man ravage her breasts like that. He sucked first one then the other side, never letting up as she moaned her reaction out loud to him. Hunter pinched her hard nipples, giving them light tugs while he sucked on her, raking his teeth gently over her most sensitive spots. He could feel his cock steadily hardening as Tori writhed in place before him. She slowly sank down onto the bed, with Hunter in constant contact with her. Tori was drawing him closer herself as well, for her hands were struggling to undo his zipper again. It wasn't quite that easy when his mouth was distracting her, but somehow she managed to free his cock once again. Her skirt was getting hiked up higher and higher, exposing her bare cunt to him as he positioned himself on top of her, straining to close the last few inches separating them so his cock could slide into her waiting snatch. Tori knew he was pushing his way closer and closer, and she closed her eyes in blissful anticipation. Hunter's cock had reached her now, and the tip was just barely gracing the outer folds of her wet little pussy when Tori's eyes shot wide open.

"No, stop please. I...I can't," she whimpered with tears running down her face. Hunter disengaged himself from her long enough to look her in the eye, and Tori continued. "I want to, God knows I want to, but I...I" she stammered.

Hunter shushed her with a gentle tap of his finger on her lips. "Anything you want, baby," he soothed. With a well practiced move, Hunter shifted his weight on top of Tori ever so slightly, running the length of his dick against the outer folds of her pussy. Her juices were slick on the bottom of his cock, and from Tori's gasp he knew she wouldn't be able to resist his advances much longer. Again he pulled himself back, thrusting forward so that his cock rubbed her all the way up to her clit. Tori's eyes squeezed tighter as she felt him rubbing against her. Involuntarily she gulped, then set firm her mind as to her decision.

She pushed Hunter off of her gently, then scrambled back down on the bed a little. He stood over her as she splayed her legs apart with her back to him, and hugged a pillow in tight against her chest. Her ass wiggled seductively at him as Tori dried her tears on the sheets. A look back at Hunter was all the invitation he needed. Her eyes pierced deep into his soul, telling him that she wanted him to come fuck her as hard as he could. With one hand resting on either ass cheek, Hunter pushed his hard cock up against Tori and forced his way in. She squealed in pain and delight as Hunter's manhood stabbed into her. It was just as she remembered as she felt every inch of Hunter's cock penetrating her. He pushed her forward a little, leaning his weight on her to drive his cock even deeper until his balls were slapping against Tori's ass. Hunter then withdrew slowly, almost pulling his cock out of her, but he eased his way back in as Tori gritted her teeth together, fighting off the pain of Hunter's cock fucking her ass.

It was a position she rarely used, but one many of Tori's lovers had come to know well. The fact that Hunter remembered what she was asking for when she slid out from beneath him before was mute testimony to the delectability of her hot little butt. Tori's shapely buns gave Hunter something to grab onto as he methodically pumped himself in and out of her. He certainly missed fucking Tori's hot pussy, but he wasn't one to pass up on the tight feeling of her anus around his dick. So many girls just weren't into the anal scene, his wife included, that Hunter knew to savor the feeling of such a tight entrance. Besides, no matter how well Tori had kept herself in shape, Hunter knew that there was no way even her pussy could match the grip her ass had on his cock. She had always been too much of a free wheeling slut in her day for any chance of that. Even a virgin's tight little cunt wouldn't be a match for a fine piece of ass, and as Hunter rammed his cock into Tori faster and faster, he greatly appreciated that. The initial shock and pain of his cock reaming her out was subsiding, and as Hunter thrust himself into her, Tori started moaning once again. His hard strokes were pushing her body down into the mattress, and as her body slid across the bed Tori's clit was getting a workout. It had been some time since she'd let any man fuck her like this, and the soft sheets felt almost as good as a tongue licking her cunt while Hunter butt fucked her.

Tori whimpered with pleasure as she felt his hard cock sliding deeper and deeper into her tight little butt. Hunter was standing behind her at a perfect angle to pump his cock all the way inside, and his strokes were growing stronger. Each thrust of Hunter's cock got Tori to whimper and moan louder and louder. She begged him to fuck her, pleading for him to cum inside her ass. They both knew she really wanted his cock in her pussy, and Tori's fingers soon started fingering her hot little snatch. She gyrated her hips to better rub her clit against her fingers, Hunter responded by giving her a few playful slaps on the bottom as her rammed his cock home. He fucked her furiously, reaming out Tori's ass. Moans and whimpers became cries and shouts as Hunter fucked her hard, widening her tight bunghole with each inch of his swollen cock. He doubted any cock had ever stretched her out so far, and he was right. The pain of his cock violating her paled in comparison to the absolute pleasure Tori felt from having Hunter's dick shoved up her ass.  Coupled with her fingers fucking her own pussy, it was too much for Tori to hold back any longer. She screamed out as she came, loud and long, arching her head back as she felt her body letting go. Her cries of pleasure were interrupted when she felt a sharp tug on her hair, Hunter had grabbed onto her luxurious tresses as he finished slamming himself into her. The sharp squeal of pain from Tori as he pulled her hair, mixed with the rapturous sounds of her orgasm helped Hunter cum as well. He pulled her hair back for leverage as he slammed his cock deep inside Tori's ass one last time, grunting and gasping as he felt himself letting go deep within her. His balls tightened against his body, and he pressed himself against Tori hard as he came, shooting his load in deep. Great globs of his sticky cum filled her anal cavity, only to drip out of her slowly after Hunter pulled his cock from her tight grip. Once Hunter had pulled out of Tori, the couple collapsed breathlessly on the bed.

They lay there together for a few precious moments, each of them knowing that they had to get cleaned up and out of there soon. With Karen's imminent return, neither Tori nor Hunter knew when or if they'd ever get the chance to do this again, although they both fervently hoped that they'd be able to. They parted ways with a promise to do so, a promise neither really expected would be fulfilled. Still, there was hope, and that had kept a bond between them after all these years apart. For now though, they'd keep their illicit rendezvous to themselves, forever wondering how a simple twist of fate could have changed the course of their lives.



Behind Closed Doors



Behind Closed Doors

Ardeth & Angelina Series #2 

Disclaimer: The character of Ardeth Bay belongs to Stephen Sommers and Universal Studios. No infringement intended. All other characters owned by the author.

Author Notes: This story is based on the character Ardeth Bay, played by Oded Fehr, from the movies The Mummy and The Mummy Returns. Feedback welcomed.





Behind Closed Doors



For long moments there was silence, punctuated only by the rapid harshness of their breathing and an occasional little moan or a grunt as nerve endings twitched in the remnants of pleasure. Angelina was dazed, and a little stunned. Ardeth's head rested next to her own against the door and she could feel his hot breath on the skin of her neck. She began to move her palms in slow circles over his back, feeling the texture of his sweat dampened skin, the movement soothing both to him and herself. 

After a while they separated and stripped off their remaining clothes - Angelina still had on her blouse, chemise and skirt, Ardeth's pants were pooled around his ankles and he still had his boots on. He propped his scimitars against the wall by the door. Each took a quick shower before climbing to bed where they settled under the cool clean sheets, exhausted but satisfied, and fell asleep content and in peace.





Behind Closed Doors



Your fingertips become entangled in my hair as you caress my tongue with your own. I taste you, breathing in your scent, a scent I've become so familiar with and look forward to having surround me each time we embrace. 

Your right hand closes around a fistful of my hair as our kiss deepens, while your left travels gently down the slope of my neck to brush aside the strap of my burgundy satin nightgown. My naked shoulder bares the trail of warmth left by your hand, now moving around to cup my breast. 

I feel my nipple grow hard, as your thumb caresses it through thin fabric. Your lips leave mine only to make contact with my neck directly beneath my left ear. They dance along my skin, down to my collarbone. You take my rigid nipple between your teeth through my nightgown, biting and pulling gently. A soft moan escapes my lips.

My hands become entangled in your hair as you tease first one breast, then the other. I sigh loudly, realizing that my clothing has become a significant burden. I reach down to remove the dainty garment. 

You grab my wrists, breathing against the cool satin, "Not yet, beautiful". 

You pepper my wrists with gentle kisses, then place them on either side of me. I look down at you as you slip to your knees in front of me. You look into my eyes and see. You see the Love that's there. Love shadowed by need. Aching need. 

You know this sweet torture you submit me to will be returned, although, teasing has never become an artform for either of us. Neither can handle not possessing the other completely for very long. 

I stand before you, hoping that your breaking point will be soon... knowing that I've reached mine already. Your mouth continues to trail along my gown, teasing the heated skin beneath it. Your left hand pushes the material between my legs to allow you a better biting position. 

Starting just above my right knee, you place a kiss... then a gently passionate bite. You hear my breathing deepen, knowing that you're driving me wild as always. You pattern up one thigh and back down the other, kiss, gentle bite, kiss, not so gentle bite. 

You raise my gown up to my navel with one hand, then with the other, you guide each of my hands to hold it in place. Your right hand slides the left side of my panties down an inch or two as your lips take it's place. You mirror the same action on the other side, hearing me breathe even deeper, unable to keep quiet as I feel my pussy becoming wetter. 

You slide my panties down until they fall to my ankles. I lift my right foot to step out of them and as soon as my ankle is free, you dart your right hand behind me to the small of my back and with your other hand, pull my ankle to the rear side of your shoulder, letting it slide down your back as I feel your tongue on my moist pussy lips. You slide your tongue along my slit, tasting how wet you've made me. In one swift motion, you let your tongue slip between my smooth, wet lips, letting it glide across my clit for a split second before getting to your feet. 

I gasp at the amazing sensation of your tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. You look deep into my eyes once more before covering my mouth with yours. I return your savage kiss, pressing my lips even harder against yours, tasting myself on your tongue. 

You break the kiss, both of us now breathless, to slide my gown over my head and let it fall to the floor. You begin to push me back toward the bed. 

I place both hands against your chest, whispering, "Uh uh." You smile the most evil of smiles when you see the look on my face. You put both hands in the air and back up a step, holding that beautiful sinister grin. Then 'the laugh' escapes your lips as I lead you to the oversized chair in the corner of our bedroom. 

"Have a seat", I say through an equally evil grin. 

You place a hand on either side of my face and rekindle the ravaging kiss we'd shared a moment before, still standing in front of the chair. 

Determined that I won't be the only one teased to the point of madness, I break the kiss, pushing you back into the chair. 

You laugh, then gaze up at me with a 'what now?' look upon your face. I reach down to unbutton your jeans. 

"Gimme", I say as I pull at them. You lift yourself up to let me slide them off you, lifting higher than necessary, so that my face is close to your stiff cock. 

I let out a small "hmm" just before I open my mouth and bite your shaft through your black boxers. I hear you "ah ah" and gasp as I return the pattern you performed on my thighs earlier. Kissing and biting, making my way from your cock to your stomach, your chest, biting your nipples hard, then your neck before taking your bottom lip into my mouth, sucking gently, then harder. 

I open my mouth and kiss you, showing you how much I crave you. I slowly stand in font of you, pinching my nipples, caressing my body, then taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting, then the other. I place my left foot on the arm of the chair then slide my right hand down my stomach, lower, lower, then slide two fingers inside my dripping pussy. 

"Ahh" you hear me say as I push them deep inside, my juices dripping slowly down my hand. I lift my wet fingers to your lips, watching you open your mouth slightly. Barely grazing your lips with my fingertips, I let my hand fall to your chest. Gliding my two fingers along your tanned skin, leaving my moisture behind, down to your navel. I stop only to push the same fingers back inside my pussy, getting them even wetter, then bringing them to my tongue, tasting my sweet moisture, licking and sucking my fingers clean. 

I lean down to your stomach, licking from navel to neck, tasting the sweet warmth. 

Straddling your lap and feeling your cock pressed against my pussy through your underwear, I lean my head down to let you taste on my tongue that which you own. 

My arms find their way around your neck, my fingers to your hair. I press my hips against your stomach, grinding my pussy against your lap. I move my hips forward and backward slowly, breaking our kiss to look into your eyes. Gripping your biceps, I lean back slightly. 

"Bite my nipples", I breathe. 

I lean back a little further, feeling your hands at my hips, pulling me down harder against your cock. I gasp as I feel your teeth against my hard, sensitive nipples. I moan, trying to remember that I'm the one who is supposed to be teasing you. Your mouth leaves my breasts, and in that instant, I quickly jump up. 

I walk over to retrieve the footrest that we had carelessly shoved across the room in our tantric moments. Pushing it almost to the edge of the chair, I reach over and place my hands upon your chest, gripping your skin, then rake my nails across and down to your sides, down to your boxers, pulling them off you before you have a chance to help and throwing them across the room carelessly. 

I turn around, put one leg on each side of you, feeling your gaze stroke my neck down to the small of my back as I get on my knees and pull the footrest up against the chair. I lift your legs and place them on the footrest, one at a time. I rest my ass against your stomach, and look down at your cock in front of me. 

"Grab it" I say, then I feel you reach around me and wrap your fingers around your beautifully swolen cock, while your right arm wraps around my waist. Your forehead feels so warm against the back of my neck. 

I place my left hand over yours and push your hand down the shaft of your cock. I feel you loosen your hold on my waist and bring your right hand around to grab mine, lowering both slowly. 

You push my hand down my thigh and between my legs and say, "Open for me". 

My excitement is almost unbearable, my breathing heavy between moans. We continue stroking your cock together as I spread my pussy lips with my other hand and feel you slide two fingers just inside, then bring them to my clit. 

I breathe in sharply as you start to stroke my clit, pulling it with your fingertips, pinching, then stroking again. Then you quickly shove three fingers deep inside, making me cry out, "oh YES! More!". 

You finger-fuck me slowly, letting go of your cock so that my hand wraps around it, and you grip my hand, helping me stroke. I can't take it anymore. I want your fucking cock inside me NOW. 

I push your hand away from my pussy, let go of your cock, lift myself up onto my knees, grabbing your shaft. I stroke twice then slide my tight, hot, dripping wet pussy halfway onto your cock, both of our lips letting moans escape as I slide my pussylips back up to the head. I semi-fuck you like this a few more strokes before I place my hands on the footrest, head down, ass up, then feeling your hands on my hips, knowing both of us need totality, I thrust my ass backwards, feeling your big, rigid cock filling me completely. 

"OH FUCK YESSSS!" you hear me scream as I fuck you harder and harder, feeling you push a little deeper with each stroke. I push myself up off the footrest, place my hands on your thighs, never breaking our rhythm. I need so badly to feel ALL of you inside me. I feel you bring your hands underneath my arms to grip my shoulders from the front, pulling me down onto your cock. 

My body betrays me and begins to quiver. You feel my pussy becoming even tighter around your shaft. You lean forward and wrap your arms around my waist, pressing your face against my hair. I whimper as the first wave rushes over me, then the second, I gasp, trying to breathe through this fucking amazing feeling. 

My pussy pulsates against your cock as I feel you cum with me. I revel in the feeling of you cumming inside me. You can feel me still quivering against your cock as you rest your head against mine, the trembling subsiding, trying to catch your breath. 

I move to the right, laying my arms across the arm of the chair, your arms around my shoulders and on top of mine, my head upon them; we lay there, still joined. 

Our breathing becomes normal as we lay completely wrapped up in one another. I whisper, "I Love you" against your skin. "I Love you so much, Beautiful" you say as you kiss my shoulder. 

God, do I Love you.



Behind Closed Doors



One just doesn't know what goes on behind closed doors! Hi! Everyone, my name is Traci; I live in the stockbroker belt of South London. Not your normal suburban housewife, I am divorced and have a well-behaved Doberman bitch for company who deters unwelcome callers. The story that I am about to relate happened to me last week, but I did engineer it.

On the Thursday evening of that week I needed to attend a meeting, it quickly became very boring, allowing my attention to wander somewhat, looking for something to distract me from the monotonous voice of the speaker.

A few seats further along from me I noticed a pair of very sexy stockinged legs. Now you must understand that I am bi-sexual, I swing both ways as they say and I was looking at a pair of the most gorgeous silk covered gams. Being crossed they were showing an indecent amount of thigh, definitely arousing me, I soon felt myself getting wet and the more I thought about it, the wetter I became with a burning need to do something about it.

Standing up I realised that they belonged to Dianne, my gorgeous but somewhat snooty neighbour. We rarely spoke beyond a good morning or good afternoon. What she didn't know was that I fancied her rotten and had for a very long time. 

Her husband was pretty dishy too; lean, tanned and muscular. I had often fantasised about both of them, separately and as a threesome, but mainly her. Now here she was, looking as sexy as hell with the top three buttons of her silk blouse undone, showing the lacy edge of her shell pink bra advertising a very fetching cleavage. 

How badly I wanted her only I knew, it was my ambition to get down between those delicious thighs and eat her until she creamed over and over again.

To cut a long story short, I left the meeting, driving straight home, steering with one hand and the other clenched tightly between my hot thighs. Once there I headed straight for my toys, kept in a locked drawer of my desk. Having seen those beautiful legs and that slice of hot thigh, my vision had been somewhat impaired throughout the journey home.

There were no preambles; I just stripped off completely throwing myself on to the settee, strapped on a butterfly and powering it up, I lay back to enjoy its rewarding sensations. This left me free to play with both my nipples, already hard and tingling.

Jeez but I was so horny that I even surprised myself, having the quickest cumm of my life, and so intense, followed by three more in quick succession before slamming into a multi. Dianne had sure turned me on this time. When I eventually came back down I resolved there and then to devise a plan to seduce her, if she turned me down it would hurt my ego and I would soon get over that, but what if she didn't!

Bedtime was fretful, I just couldn't sleep, and silk clad legs and naked thighs were dominating my mind so giving up sleep as a lost cause I went downstairs and switched on my computer. It took but moments for it to warm up as I usually kept it in standby mode, now I was ready to start prowling the chat rooms for a partner with whom I could enjoy some late night mutual masturbation. Yes, I was still horny, very horny; I could not get the vision of Dianne out of my mind.

Going into the kitchen, I reached for a bottle of Australian red from the wine rack, and poured a nice big glass. I felt that I deserved a little quality, and this Merlot was certainly that. I drank about half the glass and then went back to the lounge with glass and bottle in hand. 

Ensuring that the web cam was set up properly I started it up to let people know that they could view me. It was time for some sexual therapy.

The night was quite warm, enabling me to sit there wearing nothing but a very short and very low cut nightie showing plenty of cleavage. Tonight I was going for it hell for leather.

So, now I started prowling, other users could see that I had a web cam and soon I got into conversation with several men who were nothing more than wankers, uncouth and with no finesse whatever. I might be a very horny woman, but I draw the line at those who sent messages such as 'hi babe, wanna fuck' or 'show us yer tits' and sentences of the same ilk.

After an hour the fruity wine was almost finished, I was about to give up and get out my trusty double pronged vibrator when a message popped up from a man who appeared to be quite subtle. He had set up his own web cam and I saw him appear on the screen. He was very cute and definitely in the age group that I favour. More mature in years than me, but not quite touching on that 'He could be your fathers' age. 

I could also see that although He wore a robe, and displaying only a little of the top half of His body, his overall definition suggested that his body would be incredibly well toned.

We started chatting about football quickly learning that we both supported the same team, but eventually the conversation turned to our sexual likes and dislikes as conversations online always do. As we talked, I learned that He was a Dominant male, which was great news as I only ever assume my natural sexual role of being submissive. I have this consuming need for being completely controlled.

This may be because I have all the control I can deal with in my normal day to day life, and sometimes I just need to have this stripped from me and place myself totally in the hands of another. As the conversation progressed, we both became extremely turned on. He would, I knew be my cyber-date for the evening.

He took a long slow draw on his cigarette and instructed me to disrobe, which I did without any qualms. I knew that seeing my luscious body would turn him on.

"Beautiful," he said, "you are quite delicious. "Now, get out your battery powered friend." Quickly I did as instructed it lying close to hand, showing it to him I waited for further instructions.

"Now, tell me in seconds how long it will take you to cumm?" He demanded. Yes, this was definitely the man I needed right now.

"About ninety seconds Sir," I replied.

"Turn on the vibrator and hold it against your clitoris, I am giving you just thirty seconds on the condition that you cumm only when you see the number one appear on your screen, not one second before nor one second after. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir," I replied, already so horny that my juices were trickling from my pussy. I just loved having a man in complete control of my sexuality.

I positioned myself so that my legs were either side of the computer and the camera dead centre on the top and fully focused on my sex. The countdown started as a series of text messages and I applied the vibrator to my sensitive bud, and wow, was I enjoying this, the vibrations seemed to run from my clit straight through to my nipples, I was in sexual heaven. As I reached nine seconds and on the point of cumming I stopped. This earned me a serious reprimand, as I should have been controlling my sensations rather than allowing them to control me. I was so hot and found myself begging Him to allow me to continue.

He agreed eventually but said that the countdown would continue from nine, but again I was warned that I could only cumm on the number one.

We continued, but the count was slower now and the agony immense, the desire and need to climax churning at my insides, becoming more urgent with each second. Perspiration ran unchecked down my face, the salty drops stinging at the corners of my eyes like icy needles.

I felt myself building to a height never attained before as I watched the screen intensely, seeing the number three and then the two, but waiting for the number one to appear my whole body began shaking with the immense strain of holding back. 

A previous lover had done something similar with me, making me hold back until releasing me, but it had never been like this. He had taught me much that had prepared me for this and I owed it to his patience that I had become able to do it at this time. 

Then I saw what I believed would be the number one but they were just messages saying 'not yet,' and 'hold it,' and 'nearly there,' and then a long message that said, 'get nearer to the edge of it, ride the thrill of holding on but don't go over.' This went on for only three minutes, but seemed more like an hour of exquisite torture.

Suddenly, when I thought that I could no longer hold back and peering through a film of perspiration I thought that I could see my saving grace but no, the words, 'STOP NOW' had appeared on the screen. For a moment I was completely bewildered, but automatically did as instructed.

I had been promised that I could cumm when number one appeared, so being for a moment a naughty but very frustrated submissive. I challenged him.

He calmly replied that he had not lied to me but had said that the number one would be the only number I could cumm on, and he had not said it. Still being in my submissive role, I thanked Him for the lesson and the time he had given to teach me. 

His reply was that I should not have been so greedy when asking for ninety seconds and that was the reason that he had not put it on the screen. He followed this by saying that if I were to show Him that I was sorry enough for being so selfish he would allow the countdown to start again from five.

Once again, I found myself pleading with Him, assuring Him that I would never again be as eager as to attempt to satisfy my wanting in such a way. I looked at Him sitting there on screen. I so wanted Him to take me over that peak and out the other side. He just looked right back at me in a thoughtful gaze.

Then He spoke, "If you want this, my little cumslut, then you will have to prove it to me. I want you to go get some ice cubes from your freezer. Also, you had better pick up a towel while you are at it. Lastly, I want you to bring as much water as you can. You look as if you need a drink, and there may not be another chance for some time."

With that, I typed my response and off I went to the kitchen. I picked up a 2litre bottle of water, a bowl of ice cubes and a glass, soon settling back into my previous position, the need to climax still boiling away inside me.

"Good, very good. Now I want you to drink half of that water before we begin," he typed.

I had become so eager now to make up for my earlier mistakes. I poured the water into the large, almost pint glass I had by my side, drinking it in one go without pausing for breath. It was very refreshing after the wine I had finished earlier, although I could feel the pressure gently building in my abdomen. I refilled and emptied my glass until it looked as though there was only one-half of the bottle left.

"You really want to please me, don't you? Now the next part may not be so easy for you. I want you to know that you do not have to do this, you can just say NO and it all ends here." He said with a serious but not at all frightening expression on his face.

He asked me if I had ever used ice cubes in sexual play before, which of course I had. Almost instantaneously, I became a little disillusioned as I had assumed that after riding on the edge He would be a little more inventive than that. 

"Then you must place the towel on the chair so that you do not get it too wet. What I want you to take one of the cubes and place it on your little pink ring, then I want you to gently push it inside. It will feel a little strange to start with, but I am sure that you will rather enjoy the feeling. But always remember that you can say NO at any time that you wish."

What had I been thinking? Why had I doubted Him? Of course, He was more creative. I had never once thought of using ice cubes in this way. I was a little apprehensive about it, but so excited by the thought of everything He had said. The power He exuded had me completely captivated.

I did exactly as I was told and picking up one of the cubes placed it directly against my nether hole before gently inserting it. This was of course very cold but it excited me so. The intense feeling of the coldness contrasting against the warmth of my insides was almost disorientating. 

I looked up at Him on the screen and saw His hand gesture for me to take another. I did this and again pushed the cold squares of ice into me. Eventually I had pushed five of the cubes into my least used hole and by the time the last one had been put into place there was no room for another.

"Now I'll bet that feels different and not at all unpleasant!" He said softly. "But we must continue. I do believe that your clit is ready to receive another caress from your vibrator."

With this, the number five appeared on the screen and I once again applied the vibrator to my aching clit, the game had begun again. As I watched Him, the numbers descended slowly. Within no time at all I was once again riding the edge. 

The ice in my back passage was now beginning to melt, and I could feel its journey all the way down. The sensation that had started as a prickly cold feeling now reminded me of my own juices that were beginning to run from my pussy. I became flushed as those very familiar electrical pulses started darting around my body.

The pressure was also building on my bladder, as a result of drinking the wine and the water earlier, making it all the more difficult to properly control the orgasm building inside me. 

The number two just kept on appearing, every time I thought I saw the screen move I prayed it would be the number one. It was so difficult to concentrate; peering through the mist that covered my eyes, frightened that I would miss the all-important number.

As the cold sensations now began to disappear from my rear, the pressure increased at the front. I began to find it difficult to breathe as I tried to suppress the overwhelming need to both pee and cumm, but this wasn't the only thing that challenged me. 

Although my need to cumm was ever growing, I knew that I had to stay as close to the edge of the precipice as I possibly could without falling into that 'petit mort'. I wanted this so desperately but remained very aware that the decision was not mine to make. Only He now had this right over me, and only when his permission was given could I finally give in to the urges that raged inside me, almost killing me now.

So many times I thought that I had pushed myself too hard, as the feelings started to truly engulf me. In that split second before the orgasm arrived I had to momentarily step back, but just a small step, enough to take out the sting but not to remove myself from the strain of holding back.

He kept me teetering on the edge like this for a whole ten minutes; it felt as though I had spent my entire life just short of achieving my goal and then finally I saw the number one. 

As I let myself go my insides exploded like a rocket on the 5th of November. My built up energies seared through me running up and down my body from the tips of my toes to my fingertips. At the same time I completely lost control of the pressure on my bladder, letting go a huge gush that soaked the towel I was sitting on, I felt as though my head was going to explode. I felt the embarrassment of wetting myself melding with the warmth now in the sodden towel. 

This seemingly depraved act had produced in me a debauched pleasure keeping the feeling of being so completely and utterly dominated in the forefront of my thoughts.

Searing heat filled me, racing to every nerve end; I had never felt so alive. The wondrous feeling of total release was too much and brought about another tumultuous orgasm as my body continued with spasm after spasm. It had been so powerful that I was left quivering for more, for what felt like forever.

As I slowly came down I began to remember where I was and what I had been doing. While trying once again to regain focus I thought about the man who had brought me to such a high. Surely now He must be ready to disrobe, or maybe just allow me a glimpse of what He had kept hidden beneath the robe and allow me to watch Him take his pleasure. 

However when I looked at the screen again, He had gone.



Behind Closed Doors



Time stood still for her as He led her to the room that would be theirs for the next few days. She could scarcely believe that this was real. She hadn't allowed herself to totally believe that this was happening until she felt His hand in her hair, the other wrapped firmly around her. Now, as she felt his strong hand holding hers, she couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach from doing a rather fast mariache number. 

The truth was, that no matter how many times they'd discussed this, she'd never totally believed, so now that the moment was at hand, she didn't know what to expect once they were behind closed doors together. As they came to stand in front of the door, she stood quietly, her head bowed as her mind and heart raced.

Looking down at her bowed head, He smiled affectionately. He knew her so well and so He knew what was going on inside that sweet little head of hers. Patience would be the key with His girl and she'd already tested His more times than either of them cared to remember. He knew that above all else, she only wished to please Him and to make Him proud of her. She wanted to show Him that He hadn't made a mistake when giving her His collar.

Her head snapped up as she heard the snick of the door unlocking. She met His gaze with a hesitant smile as He led her into the room. He had arrived hours earlier so typical Him, everything was in its place. It made her smile to herself as she let her eyes wander the room. She had long thought that no matter where He was, His presence would be felt and this room was no different.

Setting her bags down inside of the room, He brushed her hair off of her shoulders, His hand continuing around to cup her neck as He pulled her close to Him by it. Smiling, He lowered His lips to hers, gently nuzzling her lips with His. It took but a moment before she was relaxing into Him, her body doing what her mind had not yet fully accepted; surrendering. 

Recognizing it for what it was, He slowly stroked His hands over her body, knowing that before the night was out, she would give Him anything that He requested of her. She was His and as soon as the nerves wore out of her, she would show Him that. He knew that all of this was so very new to her and because of that, it was important that He not push her too quickly.

With that in mind, He slowly eased her away from Him, smiling at her soft mew of protest. She truly was His pet and to see how she was when they were together, pleased him. 

He slid His hand from where it had been resting on her day collar, up into her hair. Holding her firmly in His grip, He tipped her head back, amused at the slightly dreamy expression on her face. It didn't surprise Him when she just blinked at Him when He asked her if she were hungry.

If you had asked her, she would have told you that food was the last thing on her mind. But, knowing that He hadn't eaten yet and that it was important that they both ate, she softly whispered her Yes, Master, delighting in the feeling of the words on her lips. He smiled and she knew that she had pleased Him with her simple response.

She was so proud that night, her hand tucked in His as He led her from the room and out for dinner. She had dreamed of the day that she would be his publically and here, she was. She felt as if the whole world must be staring at them and that they must be envious that she was with someone so wonderful. She'd have blushed a thousand shades of red if she knew that many saw them together and thought how lovely she looked, all lit up inside with love for the man she so obviously adored. 

They were comfortable together, as if they had been together a hundred times and not just this once. Throughout the evening, one or both of them would reach out and gently touch the other, a sweet reminder that soon had become now. Looking back later, she wouldn't be able to tell you what she'd eaten, only that she was with Him. It seemed to her that they'd only sat down when He was drawing her to her feet again to lead her back to their room.

This time, when they entered the room, it was different. The relaxed atmosphere of dinner had done its magic and she was now content to let Him lead the way. She had always been responsive for Him and tonight was no different. When He kissed her, she instinctively opened to Him. When He slid His hand down her body, she purred for him, delighting in his touch. As He continued His exploration, her body, one piece at a time, gave itself to the one who owned it. 

Patience only lasts so long and then instinct kicks in. He had given her the time that she needed and He knew that soon, she would give what He needed. Sliding His hand up under her skirt, He pulled her in tight to Him, knowing that she would feel more than just his attraction, but that she would also feel his strength. 

Using his other hand, He flicked open the buttons on her blouse, growling in pleasure as her bare skin was revealed to Him. He'd always considered her beautiful and tonight was no exception to that. He kept His eyes locked onto hers as He continued undressing her, until she stood naked before Him. It was only when she was completely nude that He released her from His grip and had her step back away from Him. He smiled at her slight blush as He took His time running His eyes over her body.

She blushed even further when He praised her for being such a good slave and preparing her body for His use. She had spent so much time getting ready and was pleased that He had noticed her efforts. 

It took only a quietly spoken phrase to have her turning where she stood, her back now presented to Him. Without speaking a word, He comes to stand behind her, His arms slipping around her to hold her close for a moment. Another quiet phrase and she has stepped forward until she is pressed between Him and the edge of the bed. He runs a hand over her shoulders, down her back and rests it on her ass, causing her to squirm slightly. She's dreamed of this moment and now that it is here, her body is already aching to be possessed by Him. 

With His other hand, He applies gentle pressure to her shoulder, directing her until she is bent over the edge of the bed. Growling, he leans over her form and nips her first on the shoulder and then on the neck, delighting in how her body instinctively arches up into Him. Drawing back from her, He drags his nails down her back, listening to the sounds of her quiet moans. 

Knowing that just the slightest touch is all that it takes to turn his slave on, He torments her slightly, slipping one hand beneath her so that His fingers can lightly rub her clit. In a matter of moments, He has her begging Him for release and for Him to take her body as His own.

Leaning over her again, He gives her a simple direction in her ear before standing back up behind her. He rests His hand on the small of her back as her own hands come back to part the cheeks of her ass, giving Him a nice view of what He is about to take. Praising her for what a good girl she is, He slowly slides into her, pleased that her training has gone well.

Whimpering, not in pain but in pleasure, she tries so hard to remain still, but His hands and His cock are bombarding her senses. She can feel her orgasm building inside of her, growing stronger and stronger with each thrust of His cock and each stroke of His fingers. She moans, begging him for release, begging for Him to fill her, to lay claim to her. 

Knowing how badly they both need this, He gives in to the pleasure that is rocking His own body and orders her to cum when He does. What could have been a moment or a hundred years may have passed in the moment that their bodies rushed to find sweet release. 

After, He pulled her close to Him, snuggling her trembling form against Him. They lay there like that until the trembling has ceased and the fog has cleared from her head. Taking her once again by the hand, He leads her into the shower where He lovingly washes her clean. When they are done, He orders her to bring Him her leash and her collar. She does so, smiling as she offers them up to Him.

Without hesitation, He fixes the collar around her throat, the lock's click confirming what they already knew in their hearts. She belonged only to Him. With a soft kiss, He attaches the leash and leads His sweet slave back to their bed where He snuggles her up against Him. Wrapped in His loving arms, the last word she hears as she drifts off to sleep...Mine.



Behind Closed Doors



Woke up to a hazy morning. My head wasn't quite that clear but there was a knock at the door. I went to answer and their my past stood in front of me....tall, dark, and handsome. Good thing too for I was in my baby doll nightie. I stroked my hair back of my shoulders and just looked at him. See I hadn't seen or heard from him in a long time...what a way to wake up.

With a slight smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

I looked up at this tall piece of specimen of a man, "Why should I?"

"'Cause you know you will."

I stepped back and did just that...let him in. He walked past me as he kissed me softly on the cheek. "Thank you babygirl."

He was quite familiar with the place for he use to live here long ago. I went and open up the drapes and French doors to let the morning air and light in. As I stood their I wondered what he wanted and why he was here....but I did love he was there all the same. As I was standing there the breeze was blowing onto my body making my nightie cling even more on my body. 

I closed my eyes to enjoy it and then felt his hands upon my hips. "You look good as always babe." as he whispered and kissed my neck.

"No...don't!"

He turned me around without listening to me and kiss me square on my lips and just looked dead in my eyes. I knew what that look meant. I tried to pull away but his grasp got tighter. "Don't deny yourself."

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you and I have denied myself long enough so I came."

"Okay, you have seen me now you can go."

His hands were stroking all my back side and then my breast. I am weak under his touch even when I am upset with him. My breathing became shallower and my body warm even under the cool breeze. The sound of the ocean rushing was like my blood rising. I returned his kiss but to make him weak. I was going to enjoy this man, if it was just for the moment. I had been denying myself but no more...for I was going to have him.

He slowly took my babydoll top off to free up my breast for his mouth. The closer he got to my hard and awaiting nipples the more I wanted him. I took his head and stroked it to cause him to get closer and to suck me harder. One of his hands were securely on my back and he pleasured my breast. You could hear his moans as I felt his manhood and his grip get harder. I was favorably wet. From my breast he stroked down to my pussy and felt the neediness of me. He smiled with satisfaction. 

He took my arms and told me to lean over the arm of the sofa, pulled my thong off to the side and kissed and nibbled at my ass, parted my cheeks as he took in the sweet aroma and then stroked with his long finger. I was quivering uncontrollably. My sighs came apparent that I wanted him now.

What was once his finger became his hard and throbbing cock. Just the tip of his head was sending me over the top. I tried to reach around to touch him, "Keep your hands on the sofa and let me fuck you the way you need to be fucked." He pushed my head down and thrust into me as hard as he could. I screamed with pleasure. "Take it all!"

I could feel every inch of him in me. I sighed, moan, called out and wanted more.

"Yes.....yes....yes....oh....please....yes! I want it all over and over again. Please, daddy give it to me."

I came hard but I knew he wasn't far from through with me.

He ripped off the thong. "You are not the only one with needs and you are the one that is going to satisfy it well."

He pinched my nipples, cupped my breast, spanked my ass until it stung to make me jerk. He pulled out, "get on the floor and show me that you want it."

I knew what that meant. I crawled to his cock and suck it and his balls.

"Show me!" I hesitated at first, "show me!"

I laid on my back and opened my legs wide, parted my lips as I fondled myself. My clit was hard , protruding , and much in the need to be touched. I begged for him to eat me.

"Please...oh, by all means....please, daddy."

"No...show me!"

My hips raised and lowered as if I was grinding him but I was to my middle finger.

"Please....please.......baby...I need you now."

With the last plea he was down on me with his mouth eating as if he was starving. I pumped with every lick, suck and even biting he was doing to my pussy. I came so hard I thought I couldn't take anymore.

"Now bitch, you are going to get fucked well. I don't care what man you might have but he can't fuck you the way I can. I don't know why you waste your time."

He rammed it in me. 

"Take that."

He acted as if he was upset but it was just his way to show me to behave.

"Take it all in....don't you dare move not unless I tell you to."

It seemed to go on forever for he had good control for not cumming soon but I could tell by a scream that he made out loud, "THIS IS MY PUSSY BITCH.....MINE....MINE. I don't care who you fuck when I am gone but I best not ever see him."

I was loving his controlling hand for he was the only one that could do it. Others had tried but couldn't make me beg for it like he could.

He was getting ready to shoot all his cum in me and on me. He let go such a load that I could bathe in it.

He was spanking me even harder. Harder to the point I thought I cry but dare not to.

"Daddy no.....I beg you....no."

"Shut up and do what I need you to do."

He grinded, pulled my long thick hair, and pinched my nipples which made me quiver uncontrollably. 

"That's .....my......bitch. Yes.....ugh.....yes...all of it."

He pulled my head up by my hair, "Suck it woman...suck it all out of me."

He held my head tight and humped and fucked my mouth until I got the last drop of cum.

"Ugh....ugh....ugh....sweet, yes...so sweet."

He held my head gently and looked down at me and kissed me sweetly, "Now, that is what you do behind close doors."



Behind Closed Doors



Jennifer Langley had always wondered what went on behind the closed doors of her employer's house. Every night there was a different man walking in as another left, sometimes three at a time, sometimes women, sometimes couples – any combination, any time. 

As maid of the house, Jennifer saw and heard things that no one else did. The laundry, especially, spoke for itself, as well as the odd assortment of chains, sybians, masks, and leather accessories.

Oh, no, she didn't wonder about the act; that was obvious. She wondered how. How could her boss manage to entertain so many men and women at one time? How could her boss entertain women? 

Jennifer's imagination could only stretch so far...

One night as she finished cleaning her Madame's bedroom, she heard her coming up the stairs.

"Charles," Jennifer heard her say, "you really must stop being so careful. I'm here for your needs. I'm not fragile, like her." 

"Ellen, I play rough – "

"Good," Ellen cut in. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jennifer heard Ellen and Charles approach the door and thought, it's now or never. She jumped nimbly into the closet behind her, just as Charles and Ellen entered the room. 

Through the hole in the door where the doorknob was supposed to be, Jennifer watched with wide eyes as Ellen disrobed. Charles watched with lusty eyes, his hands working at his tie.

As Jennifer's eyes darted from Ellen to the clothes that she'd surely be washing the next day, her eyes locked on Charles. She felt her throat dry out.

As the lamp light washed over Charles's body, his every angle and chiseled edge was thrown into relief. His grey eyes glistened with animal desire, and down below, his manhood strained against its cloth restraint.

Ellen eased herself onto the black covers of her enormous, canopied bed.

"Kiss me," she ordered. Charles swallowed loudly, and Jennifer jumped at his husky voice when he spoke.

"Where?"

Ellen glanced down at the juncture between her milk white thighs, clamped shut before her core, and looked back at him below her lashes.

"Where I need it most."

With a savage growl, Charles launched himself at her, and, ripping her legs apart, pressed his lips to the knot of flesh just above her entrance. He licked, and sucked, and flicked, and sucked again, and all the while, Ellen writhed beneath him.

"That's it, Charles," Ellen whispered, biting her lip. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she gripped Charles's head, tangling her fingers in his hair with one hand, grasping the sheets with the other.

Inside the closet, Jennifer rubbed her thighs against each other, struggling to combat the wave of arousal that washed through her, and made her feel as if the little bud she wished Charles were licking was swollen to an impossible size.

Ellen gave a throaty moan and arched herself into Charles's mouth. Charles moaned with her, and it threw Ellen on edge.

Her eyes flashed open, and her mouth. She stopped writhing, and froze with a gasp. She whimpered, and then gave a shout. Charles continued to pleasure her through and through, now and then flicking his tongue between the petals of her core. 

When the tide had subsided, Ellen ran a hand over her glistening body and through her wet hair. Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy. Charles released her and sat up between her legs. From where she was, Jennifer could see Charles's full lips glistening with Ellen's natural wine. Jennifer felt a tug of vicious need when she saw Charles lick his lips and swallow.

Charles raised himself up on his knees, and, in the lamp light, Jennifer's eyes locked on his power, now finally released from his cage.

"Oh," Ellen groaned when she saw it, "please...now..."

"Please? Please what? "

"Please fuck me."

"Now now, is that any way to address me, to ask for anything from me? What's my name?" His voice was a whisper, and he leaned in to her ear.

Ellen whimpered, and stared at his manhood with an unholy yearning. Charles grabbed her roughly by the hair and jerked her face up to his. 

"What's my name?" he snarled.

"Oh, Charles, please..." Ellen moaned and slipped a hand between her legs. Charles pulled it back over her head. He let go of her head and took the other for good measure. He slipped a knee between her thighs and pressed it against her clitoris.

"No you don't." He chuckled as she moved herself on his knee, and just as she came to the brink, he pulled his knee away from her.

"Please, I need...to feel..." She search for him with her hips.

"Then answer me. What's. My. Name."

"Master...please, Master. Please fuck me. Please."

Charles growled. "Good girl. Took you long enough."

Without further ado, he rammed into her with the force and brutality of a bull. Her eyes shot wide open, and breath came out in gasps.

His body, to Jennifer, was a blur. She hoped that he wasn't hurting Ellen. At least not too much.

Just as Ellen flew into a violent orgasm, Charles let go of one of her wrists and took hold of her neck. 

"Oh my god," gasped Ellen, "Oh...oh! Oh my FUCKING –"

Her words became incoherent, animalistic shouts of godly pleasure.

Charles groaned, then, with a grunt, pulled out of Ellen's vagina.

"NO!" Ellen screamed. But before she could utter another word of protest, Charles slipped into her open mouth and came on her tongue. 

With a groan, he finished and rolled over. Ellen looked at him with heavy lusty eyes.

Jennifer watched, breathless. 

Ellen...swallowed. 

Jennifer slipped a hand between her thighs. She needed a release. But she found herself utterly stationery. Her eyes were transfixed on Charles's glistening shaft, on how his juices and her juices dripped from it onto the black sheets like pearls. She felt her mouth water. She wanted him, need to feel him inside of her, needed to taste him. She wanted his enormous size inside of the small cavity she reserved for her husband. But Charles was not her husband, and her husband certainly was no Charles. Charles was the size of a horse when he stood to attention, while her husband...not so much. 

Charles stood from the bed and stretched. His manhood shook, and both Ellen and Jennifer watched it hungrily. Ellen stood up off the bed and said softly, "You should go. Your wife is waiting."

"She can wait." 

Ellen jumped to the floor and made her way to the closet. Jennifer scrambled to hide. The closet had ample space for dressers and boxes, and a lot of them were large enough to hide her. But just as she was beginning to get to her feet, the door opened, and Ellen caught Jennifer with her hands still between her thighs. 

"Jennifer Langley?"

"Ellen! I was just...I was-"

"You were what?" Charles had come up behind Ellen. Ellen's eyes widened, and then closed. 

"Ellen, are you alright?" But Jennifer soon found the cause. Charles had slipped back inside of Ellen and began to move with her. 

Ellen's head rolled back.

"Ms. Langley," Charles said, "Tell me this: do you like watching me mount her?"

"Sir I –"

"Do you like watching me? Yes or no." 

Jennifer swallowed. She stood up, anxious to preserve whatever dignity she had left, and she made to leave. 

"I'm terribly sorry." She walked past Charles.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back, all the while maintaining his rhythm inside of Ellen. 

"Come here." He closed the closet door behind him. Jennifer stayed back. "Don't be shy," he said, and chuckled. "I don't bite. Much."

He dragged Ellen along in front of him to a dresser as high as his hip, and bent her over it. He crooked a finger at Jennifer, and she came over. 

"Get on the table and spread 'em." When Jennifer hesitated, he snapped, "Now! Or I'll have you arrested."

"On what grounds?" Jennifer felt her anger flare up. 

"Grounds?" He laughed, and slammed himself hard into Ellen. Ellen let out a small groan. "I don't need 'grounds'. I have enough money to buy the whole police force. Do as I say."

Jennifer trembled, and slipped herself onto the table. Charles eyed her with fervent lust, and the sight of him moving inside of Ellen made Jennifer wetter than Sea World. 

"Take your clothes off." Ellen propped herself up on her elbows to watch Jennifer remove her clothes. Jennifer pulled her dress off, and then her stockings. She stopped at her panties and bra. 

"Is this good enough?"

"Yes," Ellen cut in sharply. "That's fine." 

"Ellen," began Charles.

"You just shut up and keep fucking me." Ellen 

glared back at him over her shoulder. In response, Charles administered a vicious thrust into her that sent her sprawling and clawing at the table with a grunt. 

"Sit down," Charles ordered sharply. Jennifer swallowed and sat, legs dangling over the sides. Ellen grabbed the leg closest to her and yanked it over to the other side of the table, so that Jennifer's white undergarments were in full display. 

"Come 'ere," Ellen growled lustily, and pulled one edge of the panties over to reveal Jennifer's core. Without a moment's hesitation, Ellen kissed her. Jennifer jumped in shock, and then squirmed with pleasure. This was just how she'd fantasized. No, it was better. The heat that stained her cheeks and made her swell with pleasure burned much more than what she'd imagined. 

She felt her breath catch as she reached her blinding peak, and she threw her head back with a cry. Ellen drove her to the finish, and then released her to reach her own orgasm. Charles groaned with her, and Jennifer watched with jealousy. She wanted Charles in her, on her, all over her, and then she wanted him at her mercy.

They seemed to remember Jennifer was still there. Charles slipped swiftly out of Ellen's body and walked over to Jennifer. Jennifer met his eyes fearlessly, and only broke eye contact when Elle pressed her front close to Jennifer's. Ellen embraced her and leaned back to lie on the table with Jennifer on top of her. Jennifer sat up quickly, then placed her core on Ellen's and began to gyrate her hips, until Ellen's hands were tearing at the edge of the table, and her own were tangled in her hair. 

Charles watched with greedy eyes, and, as Jennifer beat Ellen to an orgasm, kissed her to stifle her shout. Ellen's back arched but a second later, and Charles slipped his fingers into her open mouth. 

When they finished, and their shouts and moans had turned to pants, Charles bent Jennifer forcefully on top of Ellen again and said, "Get up on your knees for a moment. I want to get in on this action." 

Jennifer dutifully lifted her hips off of Ellen's to make room for him in between. He lay his shaft on top of the little nubbin of Ellen's core, and Jennifer pressed hers on top of his shaft. 

"Now don't move." 

He began to stroke both women with his shaft slowly. His eyes half closed, he pushed Jennifer down on him until she had almost all of her weight on him. All three moaned at once, and Charles, encouraged, picked up the pace until all three were panting and kissing any skin they could reach without displacement. 

"Oh god!" 

"Shit!"

"Dammit!"

All these were uttered briefly before, simultaneously, Ellen, Jennifer, and Charles reached their peak. Their voices were incoherent, and their juices mixed together at the end of the table where their bodies met again and again until they were over.

After a moment, Ellen slipped out from under Jennifer and went to one of the boxes in the room.

"What are you looking for?" Jennifer inquired breathlessly. Ellen didn't respond. She rummaged through the box for a moment and then brought out a sybian. 

Jennifer's eyes went wide. The rubber on it was enormous. "Who's that for?" 

Ellen set the sybian down diagonally on the corner of the table. 

"Charles," she said, looking pointedly at him. He nodded, and then lifted Jennifer up off the table. Ellen Placed her hand on the rubber piece and looked at him. He carried Jennifer over, and began to seet her down. She squirmed.

"No," she pleaded, "it isn't going to fit!"

Ellen and Charles paid her no heed, and, as Ellen firmly grasped the sybian, Charles lowered Jennifer onto it. He did it slowly, and Jennifer felt herself stretch painfully to engulf it. When the sybian was buried to the hilt inside of her, her eyes closed. She felt fuller than she ever had with her husband. Charles let her go. Her feet dangled on the sides of the sybian, which had been placed diagonally for her torment. She whimpered, and tried to get her feet on either side, to lift herself off just a bit, but Charles promptly moved her feet off the table again. 

She was struggling to move her feet up when, without warning, the sybian began its delightful vibrating rotation. She yelped and squirmed, but Ellen and Charles each took a leg and pulled it back, so that she was opened as wide as possible. Charles chuckled as she threw her head back and took one of her breasts in his mouth. Ellen took the other, and they both flicked their tongues back and forth, back and forth, until Jennifer was caught up in so much ecstasy that she couldn't tell where the pleasure was coming from anymore. Ellen's fingers had found their way to jennifer's swollen nubbin of pleasure and began their painfully delightful circular path. She came once, twice, four times before Ellen and Charles decided enough was enough. They lifted her off the sybian and put it away. 

"Can I go now?" Jennifer asked, but she knew what the answer would be. 

"I don't think you've learned your lesson yet," said Ellen. Charles dragged her out of the closet and into the bedroom. 



Behind Closed Doors



"Are sure you want to do this?" I asked again scared as hell.

"You told me it was a turn on and well—I'm willing to try new things if it makes you happy."

The glimmer in his soft eyes said everything. He wasn't kidding around. He really wanted to go through with this and didn't care about the consequences. He had lost his fucking mind.

"It's a fantasy. I can think this shit up in my head. It doesn't necessarily mean I want to do it for real."

"I know but what if you could make your fantasy real? How many times do you get to do this and get someone to willing to go through with it?"

I wasn't prepared for him to take me seriously. We had only been dating a few months before the conversation had come up. Sex was great but asking what our true desires were had been something I dreaded. He had an average fetish where as I—it was bit out there.

"Willing is one thing-- stupid is another. You want to be down for weeks just so I can get one thrill?" I asked not believing he had suggested this.

It was only supposed to be a joke. My heart was racing in disbelief over his want to please me. He had his strong arms around my back, pressing himself as close as possible to me. The heat of his breath on my neck and ear making me swim again. He was enough for me just the way he was. I didn't need him to do anything crazy to win my affection-- yet the thought of it was still in the back of my mind.

"You said if it ever happened you would be a leach on my dick for weeks. Do you really think I could turn down something like that?" he whispered in my ear nibbling on my earlobe making me wet just thinking about it.

"I said if it happened—not if you had me do it. So many things could go wrong. I don't even want to think about how bad I could fuck this up. You probably won't even be able to get hard."

My mind was running through every scenario that could possibly happen--Every one of them turning me on further. My imagination was going wild. I just wanted him to take me now and call it a day. I never should have told him.

"I took a Viagra so I think I'll be able to keep my cock hard. It really won't be that bad and I'm sure when it's over you can take care of me in other ways too." He teased again pulling away watching me melt in his arms. "I have a video camera so you can watch it again and again later on."

The temptation was too much. The sexy body, the angelic face, and the idea he wanted to be a participant in my kinky fetish. I wanted this more than anything now.

"There has to be rules—safeguards, just in case. I don't want to end up killing you by accident." My tone was a bit more serious. We needed a game plan if he was going to do this.

"Okay—whatever you need." His smiled.

"If there is blood—I'm stopping. I can't do blood and it's too risky."

"Agreed."

"If you lose feeling—we are done."

"Well—you wouldn't have fun if I lost feeling anyways so, sure."

"If you pass out or go into shock--."

"I know, I know—we are done. Can we just do this already? You're starting to make me worry." He tried to say with the same radiant smile.

I could see he was starting to think things through a little harder. In his quest for the best blow job ever he had glazed over a few thing of what could go happen.

"And we need a code word. Something you can say if you can't take anymore."

"How about suck harder?" he laughed but the nervous feeling behind it showed.

"I was thinking something you wouldn't usually say."

"Okay, how about—purple? It's the color of my balls right now since you've kept me waiting this long."

"No one will know right? Even if we don't work out you're not going to say anything?"

"Your secret is safe with me. Besides—how do you think people react on my end if I told them I let you do it?"

He was right. Either way it would look bad for both of us. Our prominent status in society would fall. The media hounds and their cameras would be all over the story. Neither of us could show up to a black tie event and not get looks if they knew. 

"So how do we do this?" I had finally agreed. It was too good to pass down. It would be a once in a lifetime experience and I would share it with the best looking man I knew.

"I have an outfit in the bathroom I want you to wear and I'll be in the bedroom waiting. I have everything set up and ready to go. See you in about ten minutes?"

I stole a kiss and nodded my head. I was willing to wear anything he wanted for this.

I turned away from the living room, walking towards the stairs that led to his master bathroom and the bedroom. I had only gotten my hand on the rail before turning back. "And what are we going to tell everyone what happened to you afterwards?"

He had barely moved an inch from where he was standing "Easy—I fell and broke my ankle. Happens to people all the time."

. . . . . . . . 

The tight leather studded corset fit like a second skin to my body. Snapping the collar in place I ran my hands down my neck to the cupless top pulling at my nipples hard with excitement. I slipped on the crochless panties that matched feeling the g-string run up my tight ass. I couldn't help but watch me spank myself in the mirror leaving the outline of a red hand print against my smooth skin. I was going to be a bad girl and he would be in no condition to tell me I was.

He had picked out sexy thigh high fishnets and a pair of black leather stilettos. He had his fantasy too—to have me in leather. We were both going to get what we wanted in one night. 

I looked myself over the mirror one last time. My body couldn't have looked any better. The contours of the outfit made my breast look huge, toppling out of the corset. In comparison, my small waist to my hips had the perfect curves giving a peek at my hard abs where the leather stopped-- the outline on my tight ass slowly fading to pink. I was ready to give him a firm beating-- one that he would never forget.

He had gone all out the make this night special. It was making me drip just seeing it. He was waiting at the foot of the bed naked—his dick rock hard. An array of items was against the wall waiting for me. In the corner—the video camera running with the solid red light to catch all out naughty deeds for the evening.

"I spared no expense." He said relaxing on the bed.

"I see. So—how do I look?" I said modeling off the outfit.

"Fucking hot." He said-- his dick jumping at the words.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down between my legs running my fingers up my thigh to my warm wet lips of my pussy. Still moist I held them out stepping between his legs letting him lick them off with his tongue.

"And how do I taste?" 

"Good." 

"That's all? I taste good?"

"I mean--."

"Maybe I should punish you for a shitty answer like that?"

"Maybe you should." 

It was all happening so fast. Toying with the idea for so long and finally having it happen. I was getting so anxious and eager at the same time. He seemed to be taking it in stride—for now.

"I want to tie you up in case you decide to bolt on me."

"I'm good with that but how do you expect me to bolt? I get the feeling I'm going to be crumpled in a ball on the floor."

"Just go with it okay?"

The straps at the foot of the bed were handy for his wrists. He was still able to sit up and watch everything that was going to take place. He could lay back if he needed to and I would be able to kneel for the best angle. I took my time making sure I brushed up against him with my tits as I leaned over to strap each hand into place. Pressed against his face he didn't hesitate to bite at them-- sucking hard. As horny as I was getting I could have bypassed the act and move straight to the sex. I knew he had worked too hard at getting up the courage to do this to just have me back down.

I leaned in for a kiss only to tease him with my tongue—running it across his lips and pulling back as he tried to pull forward. The straps stopped him from getting what he wanted. 

"You have to wait." I said turning around and bending over just so he had a visual of my ass pressed against his chest. Sliding down I could feel his cock against my clit gently tickling it making me almost cum on the spot. I had to stop or I would go before I could finish what I started.

"Left or right?"

"Left. Or I can't drive for a while." The shakiness was starting to show in his voice either from the tease or the nerves. I was hoping it was a little of both.

I saw the chair he had prepped and pulled it over so it was lined up with his leg. I was still keeping my firm ass in his sight as I straddled his knee lifting his leg on the chair making sure his ankle and foot could hang off the end. He had made sure something hard had been placed between the back of the chair and leg so that the swing would make contact and not throw the chair across the room only leaving a bruise. He had thought of everything.

Running my hands across his perfect foot and ankle for the last time before he would scream each time it was touched I asked. "Are you ready?"

The tickle of my fingernails was driving him wild. The best he could muster was a quick nod of his head. I had moved away but his hard on continued-- throbbing and waiting for my soft lips to wrap around it and touch the back of my throat.

"So you have a little of everything here." I said looking through the weapons of my choosing.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted. You can go the Misery route and use the sledgehammer or if baseball's your thing--."

I pulled out the aluminum bat feeling the weight in my hands. "I think I want to hit a homerun tonight."

Looking at him I could see was adjusting himself preparing for the worst. His breathing was becoming rapid as his muscular chest moved in and out as he took in deeper breaths.

"We can stop. You don't have to do this."

"No—I'm ready. I've broken a toe before. This can't be that much worse." He said grabbing at the straps with his hands to hold onto something.

"You're going to scream. A lot."

"I know."

"Do you want a count of three or should I just do it?"

"Just do it. I'll psyche myself out if you count" he said now restless on the bed. His eyes closed-- he was waiting for it.

I was standing next to the chair-- bat on my shoulder watching. I couldn't help to look at his foot—so perfect and waiting for me to crush it. My hands were shaking and I could feel my pulse race. It was the moment of truth. All I had to do was swing and not miss. 

My grip got tighter and I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I couldn't do it unless he was going to watch. It was part of the thrill of causing pain for me.

"I can't do it." I said sounding as if I had given up.

He let out his breath and looked at me just in time to see me swing with everything I had. Eye on the prize-- I could see the bat connect perfectly with his ankle. The crack of the bat on bone rang in my ears as I watched his foot swing wildly inwards snapping as the bat followed through. 

The scream was almost as instant as the bone shattered. He had lurched up from the bed—arching his back and let it all out. It was beautiful music in my ears. His pain didn't let up and the agonizing shudder made me need him more. He had remained sitting up but the tense muscles in his arms were trying to reach to cradle his ruined ankle. Watching his reaction to everything I had completely forgotten that I still had to make sure the damage he had taken would still give me time to please him in ways he could only imagine. 

I dropped the bat hearing clank to the ground and dropped to my knees to look. There was no doubt it was broken—in several places. His leg had remained straight but the ankle had twisted in on itself frozen in place. Where I had struck was already swelling quickly and had turned a nasty shade of blue with white in the center. Luckily there was no blood but the bone in his foot was pressing up against the skin trying to force its way through. 

His screams had died down to a string of Fuck's, Shit's and groans. All the color had run out of his face. I wasn't sure how to tell him I wasn't finished although so far he hadn't said the word to stop.

"Are you okay?"I asked as innocent as possible. My pussy was burning to get at him and finish.

"Fuck no. My fucking ankle is broken. It hurts like a motherfucker."His eyes were close with his head back. He didn't want to see how bad it was.

"Do I need to stop?"

"No. I better be getting that blow job after this."

"In a minute I just have to make sure we can go on."

I could already see it wasn't going to be a problem. It may have been wrench out of place but it would be a while till it became an issue. I wanted to touch it and hear him scream again. It was my excuse to do what I wanted now. He had said it was a once in a lifetime deal and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.

I grabbed his ankle from around the back and put pressure into the fracture feeling the bones grate against each other. It felt like heaven to me down inside me as the pulsing began. He cussing became screams again and I couldn't help but to see how much he could take. Using my other hand I held the twisted side of his foot pulling it back as though I was moving it back into place. I watched his excruciating look as I played with his busting foot.

"Please don't—don't move it. Oh god please do—"

Another cry erupted as I pulled again a bit harder feeling a pop in my hand. I had done enough for now. He would question me if I kept it up.

I set it back on the chair gently—letting him believe it was over and I was only going to move on to his penis that remained like a rock through it all. I was no longer moist but dripping wet knowing as I continued I might cum a few times before he would pass out.

Kneeling between his legs I put on hand on his engorged dick knowing that every touch would be sensitive. He jumped again causing his own pain this time as another wave of cussing started. I couldn't wait any longer. He had suffered enough for the moment and I needed him in my mouth. 

As tender as I could, I ran my lips around his cock using my teeth to slide up and down—each time bringing him a quiver and a moan. I wasn't sure if it was still from the pain or the pleasure he was having. I didn't want to stop. It tasted so good and it was huge. I could only deep throat half of it before it slid past my tonsils nearly choking me. I had grabbed the lower half with one hand and began and massaged his balls with the other. His moans were no longer from the pain and I knew now he was enjoying every minute of this sheer ecstasy. 

I kept changing back and forth between strokes and sucking listening to see how close he was to cuming all over my face and in my mouth. The crescendo had started and I knew in just a few seconds he would be finished with his first round. I had to do it before he could.

At the last moment I kicked hard at the chair behind me moving it away from his shattered ankle and heard it smack the floor—bones crunching again. His scream of pure agony mixed with the rapture of getting off got me so hot I could feel everything in me tense up and orgasm without even being touched. 

We came together in one thrilling moment and he exploded in my mouth with a forcefulness I had never felt. The sweet cum dripping from my mouth that I wanted more of-- I decided I needed him inside of me instead. 

I mounted him watching him lay back in spasms on the bed unable to make anymore sounds. I pressed hard against his dick forcing him in my tight pussy.

"Please tell me you're okay enough to keep going."

"I—have never—felt anything—like that—in my life." He said through gasps. 

It was my cue that he was fine. His pulse as rapid as it was had not turned to shock yet and his erection was still going strong. The heat from our orgasms felt like silk against my clit as I thrusted into him knowing his heel was rubbing against the hardwood causing more torture. He was gritting his teeth this time-- holding back. 

I ran my fingernails down his bare chest and sides sending a shiver down his spine. Another soft whimper escaped him and I knew he was near his end.

"I'm going to stop. You can't do this anymore." 

"No please don't. It hurts but I—like it." He made a strained smile.

"Okay."

I rode him for another five minutes. I felt great but he had finally passed out and I had promised I would quit when the time came. It was good while it lasted and I would never forget what he gave me that night.

. . . . . . . .

He woke up at last; still groggy from the drugs they had been pumping into his IV. It took him a while to figure out where he was and what had happened. The gown and hospital bed had started come back into focus. I was by his side as long as they would let me. I wanted to be there with him.

"I passed out didn't I?" His sleepy voice was quiet.

"Yeah—you did. You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would."

"Did you have fun?"

"Of course. Did you?" I couldn't hide the smile plastered to my face.

"Actually yeah. I don't think I'll ever do it again but it was pretty amazing." 

"You know you've been out of it for over a day?"

"Really? And I'm still here in the hospital?" 

"Yup."

"How bad is it?" 

He had finally looked down to see his leg incased in the large bulky splint wrapped with an elastic bandage-- His toes poking out of the top. It was just as sexy as the wild night we had.

"Two screws and a plate."

"It's going to leave a scar?" he looked upset by the thought of it.

"You can get it fixed by a plastic surgeon. I'm sure it won't look that bad. It's not like you have to show off your legs like I do." I said lifting my leg so he could see how nice they were. Even through the drugs he was still aroused.

"And no one suspected anything?"

"Nope—piece of cake. After you passed out I hid everything. I got you untied and partially dressed and on the floor before the paramedics arrived. You fell and broke your ankle. Happens all the time." I grinned.

He laughed but I could already see the drugs wearing off and the pain coming back full force. I didn't hesitate to press the button for the morphine drip giving him another dose and watching him relax again.

"I figured you would like to see me suffer some more." He said becoming drowsy.

"We can do that at home where the staff isn't watching us." I whispered.

"So what happened to on my dick like a leach? I don't see you sucking." 

"Trust me I want to right now. You have at least six weeks of having me do that. Your nurse should be coming in anytime and when she leaves I'll give you a hand job." Still keeping my voice hushed.

"Works for me."

"You want to know something else?"

"Sure" He was falling asleep fast.

"You know that the cast and crutches drive me nuts even more than the pain."

"If it's anything like what I just went through—sign me up."

"Better."

"Can't wait to get my ass out of here then."



Behind Closed Doors Pt. 01



Today was the day that Amy had been waiting for. Today she was going with her hubby, Reed, to meet a woman that would be hopefully their third. She has been with Reed for years and he knew when he married Amy that she was into women and have been with women in the past. And that Amy may ask him to be with another woman with her. He said he was fine with it and he never pressured her into finding someone. He was happy with how the marriage was going and he was cautious about bringing in someone they didn't know into their marriage.

But to Amy, every spring and summer when the girls would wear tighter and sexier outfits, the thoughts of being with a woman was over whelming. She would be reminded the handful of relationships she have had with women before she was married and how much she enjoyed hearing a female moan and feeling their soft kisses and skin. 

"I do not know. What if she doesn't like our chemistry? What if she doesn't have chemistry with us?" Reed was always Amy's voice of reason.

"I know you haven't talked to her, like I have these past couple of weeks, but I think it is worth a shot. She is very open minded and she likes a lot of the same music and movies. If there is nothing sexual between us, then maybe we can be friends and have someone to hang out with while she is in town." I tried to reassure him. 

Erin had put a personal ad on Craigslist a couple of weeks back for someone to maybe have some female company with while she was in town. She said she was even open to it being with a couple. Amy responded to it and within a half an hour Erin wrote back. Every day since then, they had communicated via email or text and exchanged photos. It felt like it was a perfect match. And today was the day that they would find out if it really was.

"Ok, so we are supposed to pick her up at the train station around 4pm and then she has to be back on the train at 8pm." I said while I was making sure she had everything: keys, purse, phone, hair tie, Chap Stick. Check and Check.

"She lives about 75 miles away and hasn't needed to buy a new car since hers got crashed. So the train seemed like a nice alternative to a bus ride. Maybe if we connect she will look into a car. But that is down the road. I mean we are older than her so we have the possibility of not connecting." I felt like I was nervous talking now and should probably shut up.

"With her living down there will actually be a good thing. So the novelty of it will not wear off so fast. She can feel us out too. If she doesn't like this then she wouldn't need to buy a car. We are in our mid thirties and she is in her late twenties. I think we shouldn't jump to conclusions." Reed said as he locked the front door. Reed is a very good looking man but he had always been very shy when it comes to women. 

When Amy stepped out of the car in the parking lot, she had wished she had worn a different shirt. She was in her Joy Division t-shirt, jeans and her favorite Doc Marten's black boots. She was comfortable but not very sexy. Maybe she should have worn a shirt with a v-neck or a tank top. And as soon as she saw Erin she knew she should have worn something sexier.

She was wearing a black tank top dress with her black Doc Martens and with her black/purple hair hanging down playing with her beautiful cleavage. Her makeup was perfect and she looked so much more beautiful than the pictures she shared with me and from what I saw on Facebook. 

"Oh my! Erin?" I didn't need to ask as I was sure but didn't know what else to say. I was dumb founded.

"Yes. Amy?" She was laughing and she said 'Amy' with a little bit of sarcasm. Then without a hesitation, Erin gave me a big engulfing hug. 

The brief hug was warm and inviting, like I had always known Erin. Her hair smelled of Strawberries and she tanned skin was very soft. When the release happened, I stumbled backwards. Thankfully, Reed was there to catch me with one arm and extend his other hand out to greet Erin.

"Hungry?" Reed asked.

"Famished. And parched. Know a place where I can get a good mojito and a burrito?" Erin smiled.

"Actually there is a place right around the corner, Harry's is the name of the joint, and they are actually known for their mojitos." I gestured down the street.

We were making our way there and joking around like we have hung out before. It made me smile. The hostess asked how many in our party and I said "three". I asked the hostess if they had a booth in a corner available. And after a couple of minutes, we were seated. It was in a perfect place. It was in the back of the restaurant close to the kitchen. No one should be paying that close attention to us.

Well into conversation with drinks and appetizers, everything seemed to be going smoothly. She was right across the table from me and she looked so delicious. We were laughing and talking about various topics; music, movies, art, childhood, and work. Then Reed was nudging me as he wanted to get out so he could use the restroom. I was standing up and I was about to sit back down when she grabbed my hand.

"Please sit by me. I feel lonely on this side of the table all by myself." Erin was asking and her eyes were very seductive.

I couldn't speak but I did as I was asked. I felt so embarrassed and I could have lit a candle with the amount of heat radiating off my body. She cuddled up against me with her head on my shoulder and her hand was slowly moving up my side to my breast. She was so forward and I loved it! Usually I was the one to be the aggressor and it felt wonderful to be the one being pursued. I turned my head to look at her and she was smiling at me. 

"Oh my, darlin'. You are so wonderful." I said softly as I bent down to kiss her beautiful lips. With each kiss I gave to her, she would return with a kiss with more fervor. We were soon lost in our kissing and grabbing that we didn't notice that Reed had returned from the restroom. Then I felt a little gentle kick from under the table that brought me out of the kissing.

"Ready to go?" Reed asked with a little smirk.

I looked at my cell to check the time and noticed it was a quarter to 7 pm and Erin had to be back on the train in an hour and fifteen minutes. So there was not enough time to bring her back to our house to see how things would go.

"Damn. Erin has to be back on the train soon. Maybe we could go to the beach for a little bit? It shouldn't take that long to go and the sunset would be marvelous to watch." I said as I got up to pay the waitress at the front of the restaurant. 

When we got back to the car, I exclaimed, "I will play chauffeur!"

With my passengers buckled in behind me and the Social Distortion CD playing through the speakers, I started the hemi engine. Pulling away from the curb, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw my hubby and Erin chatting. It made me smile with excitement. Even though, I had spoken to Erin on the phone and texted many times, I was still a little bit afraid that things wouldn't go so smoothly.

Soon it was quiet in the back seat. I looked in the mirror again and they seem to be whispering to each other and giggling. Thankfully I got a red light and I was able to see his hand glide ever so lightly across her breast and my body tingled with delight. I knew that gentle touch and how good it felt. I was very happy that he felt so comfortable with her that he would touch her that way. 

I gently pressed on the accelerator pedal as I didn't want to jolt them. I tried not to make sharp turns or brake too hard and every once and awhile I snuck peeks at them to see how things were progressing. And they were progressing! I had to remind myself to pay attention to the road and get to the beach safely where I could watch. The five minute drive seemed to take forever as I didn't want to be focused on driving anymore. The lightly touching had turned into kissing and groping of genitals on both sides. Animal instincts were taking over in the back seat and it was radiating heat to the front.

I got to the parking lot at the beach and parked the car so the rear of the car was facing the beautiful sunset. With the dark tinted windows of the Magnum and the sun shade I put up in the front windows, we wouldn't be seen and we wouldn't see the sunset. But we had more important things to do.

Her panting was deep and sensual as she clearly loved having her beautiful, soft breasts sucked on and fondled. Her hips were moving ever so slightly back and forth and then I noticed that his hand was under her skirt. Oh seeing that shot tingles up and through my body that made me start to grab my breasts and wiggle. This was exactly what I had desired for so long!

"You want to taste?" Reed had broken away from Erin and was motioning for me to lick his fingers.

"Yes, please." I said while slowly licking my lower lip in excitement.

I leaned forward and opened my mouth for Reed's pointer and middle finger. I held onto his hand while I licked and sucked her cum off. Erin had started to put her hands up my shirt and push my impeding bra up releasing my breasts for her hands to fondle easier. Her hands felt so warm and caressing and then she twisted my nipples. I didn't have to say anything to her; it was like she was reading my mind.

She slipped off her black underwear and then got up to a kneeling position to give Reed's cock some attention with her mouth. He seemed surprised when she was taking of his shorts but he quickly tried to help to get them off. 

I leaned toward her just a little more and started to kiss her ass cheeks. She took the hint and shifted her weight up to where my tongue could lick her pussy lips with long licks perfectly. Her moaning was deep and lusty as she was enjoying my licking/nibbling and her sucking on Reed. The rhythm of my tongue on her lips and clit was a slow methodical pace that seemed to get a really great response from Erin. She was thrusting up and down with my tongue movement and when I started to speed up so too did her thrusting. I couldn't help myself, I had to cum. So I moved my hand down my jeans to play with my clit as I licked her.

"Oooooo I am going to cum!" Erin said in between her panting.

So I quickened my licking. I couldn't help myself as I wanted to taste her so badly. Then I did, and, oh it tasted so wonderful! She started to quiver and shake which seemed to take over her whole body as she came. She stopped thrusting and flipped back over to lie down. Her moans became longer and deeper as her shaking lessened.

"Wow, Sweetheart. You are so very beautiful. That was amazing!" I said as Reed's phone went off. 

"That is the alarm to get Erin back to the train station. I had set it while we were eating." Reed said as he turned off his alarm.

"On your next visit, we will definitely have some fun!" I was happy on well we were getting along but saddened that it was over so quickly. 

Hopefully that next visit wouldn't be so far away.