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Divine

By: TopNoir5k



... "we're going out." The words exploded in my ear. My chest ached as the timber of His voice reverberated in my Head. Did I Hear that right? 

"Sir?" 

"The club, slave, ready yourself." my grin couldn't be bigger. I leapt up, my leash jerks me back as I forget, He'd placed me here to rest. 

"Thank you Sir! 't may i??" He looks back, the leash still hooked at the foot of the couch. 

"...of course." He nods at me, reminding me I need not be formal, as time's not permitting. Unhooking myself and prance up the steps and into the closet. * something nice....

Pushing aside item after item, throws me back to when I first saw His face. That ache, back then, gripped my chest as He smiled back at me, "My pleasure," that voice He'd use on me. There in that coffee shop. So damn sexy, crushed me back into my seat, that fire leaped into my womb, hot and melting in my tummy, every fucking butterfly died away, the beauty of His smile. 

"i... mmmm i... you did leave the chainsaw to someone else?" He laughs. 

"I told you I would. And yes, you're safe. Like I said, Jason VoorHees I'm not." my shoulders drop as i wouldn't believe they would. This, our first meet and greet, since seeing an end to my marriage. 

i couldn't believe i was Here, a stranger newly familiar to me, having met on the web. A stranger, well, maybe not, as He seemed to know what i was made from. His intuition keen where i'd been, loveless, restrained to be dutiful; restrained from being victimized as i'd always visualized myself. My Man, would grab me, knowing i was His to consume, do what He will to me and i would know wetness like never before. i would be home. 

He pinned me in the staircase to my apartment. His hand around my throat, i can hardly breathe as His body pressed mine into the wall. Bearing down, my breath short... was it the weight, my nipples throbbing against His chest? He guides my hand to His Cock, through His slacks. Gawd, i inhale, is it...?? That Big... oh my... His tongue painting mine. Patient, aaahhh the way He would kiss me. Firm, sincere, deliberate His tongue knows what to do. Gawd... that can't be that...

...ssssssssssshit, it is. The Heat from my breath radiates off that Dick, back over my face, my mouth falls open, i want it. His fist draws it back. The knob well above His grip, I look up," you what?" 

He heard me?? I didn't say... "yes." 

He looks down on me inquisitively," you what? Yes? ' have something to say to me?" 

"Please..." the tears fill my eyes. My mouth gives way, wide... "Yeff, pwweave," I mumble around it... it's so big. Gawd yes... mmmmmphh mmmph. He fucks my mouth. * teeth off mmmph. I can't scrape Him, so ... so... fuckin big, I cry. I want more. His fist in my hair. So safe.... His hand behind my head. I have nowhere to run, His hand to the wall. Gulp gulp... fuck, banging the back of my throat. So damn... tears well up, big, I love it... I'm scared. Breathe girl... it's so...

wwwwwwWWWhat..... eyes wide, inhale, inspiring hard. My nipple He clutches is on fire. My cunt gushes at His touch. Why..?? again relentless, the Heat radiates from my tit, down my back, and in between my thighs, why...? my mouth surrenders for Him. He fucks my throat for good measure as He raises me to my feet by my nipple, paints my lips and open mouth with His, as I pass. Directed to the stairs before me, I kneel. "you remember the safe word?" hot breath in my ear. 

"Yes." 

"..is that how you address me?!" He growled. 

"yes. I mean....no. No Sir." A chill as something, the back of my thigh, my skirt rises. Gawd... His belt around my throat. I try and relax, scared.

"...the word?" it's Him. "yes, Sir. Water." 

"that's my bitch." My pussy invaded by His fingers. Gawd... i'm so fucking wet. Why?? What was i thinking? How did i get...?? this wet?!

Slap!!! "Fuck!" He slaps my ass. It's so hot where He touched. Slap slap! Whack slap... the wetness turns flood. Eyes turned down... it were only a fantasy to be spanked. Gawd... Slap slap. Tears burst into view. My body... yes, His. Did I mention this to Him on the phone? Slap. * what the fuck?! It's so... gawd. Slap. Gawd... so good. Choked back by His belt, Held there in place. Slap Slap. Numb, near numb and that ringing. Where's that... ssssSSSSSSSlap!!! Gawd, teeth bared! ...coming from. Please... yes. Smack, aah shit aaaahhh. Smack! Where did He learn to do this? Did I say this? Whack Aaaww so good. I'd bow, then snap back... my hairs caught by the belt. He clears it... taking my hair instead. His Cock mashed to my pussy, oh shit, He's going to take me.

Yes... oh fuck. That feels so... there's more? Fuck so deep... mmmmm shit that feels... mmmm gawd it feels so... What the, shit... He's so deep in me. Oh gawd... the sound His hips to my ass. Pounding me. My knees... and in the stairway. Mmmmm shit I can't Help, the first time I came on His Cock. Tears poured from my eyes, He made me... He's so fucking good pounding me. Knees burned on the steps, ached. He took me... fucked. Taught me, I'm His... His property to, His fuck-slave. He drags me, crawling into my apartment.

What to wear? It's been so long since we'd been out. He's been working hard, half round the planet and His priority, His boys, in His down time. I need something nice for Him. Something He'd be proud, His slave to be in. Trimmed corset? White sleeved, the pencil dress; it's sexy, yoked lace in back. Nice. Mmmm, I need to get perv shine to it. No time, but most'd want to pull my strings, anyhow. * smile I know... * smile. My circle skirt and latex corset top. That's it. Yes. Mmmmmm I want to touch myself at the thought. I'll save that for Him. 

"Sir, may i?" ' water running in the shower. 

"come." The room echoes, I slink in between the glass, His hands on the wall before Him soaking. I slide in beneath Him. Water sweet, first His and then mine. His hand over me, my curves, caresses me... so safe His strength, round over my hips. 

"mmmm Sir." 

"so I'm right?" He says. 

"Sir?" 

"you're eager to go dancing?" 

"of course Sir." Laughing, "you don't have to do this. I know you're tired. We can do this another time." 

"No." 

"really, you give me all that I need. Service is all the body needs." 

"Really? That's sweet, but there's more to life than one's discipline. Tonight... a few more impulses, with friends." 

"Yes Sir. While you've never told me how you know me so well." 

He smiles," you pull the curtain back on every magician??" 

"... I'm still amazed how well you read me. Take such good care of me." He smiles. My hand massages His cock. Soap fills my grip, over His abs, His chest. "Turn, " I invite Him. I loofah His back; my hands down His hips, His dark skin. I press my body to His. He turns, pumping soap into His hands..."please no Sir. You get started, I'll be along directly." 'smoothers my words with His lips, massaging the soap into my bottom. 

Hair drying. The sweet smell my makeup kit makes... damn this mascara. Works great, but runs when it's well wet. I really need to find something better. Shoes... ugh. What the fuck? I'm likely to spend half the night looking for some shoes... Choker, oh, that's a nice touch. Panties? No panties? Thong, garter, silk stockings... elegant. Yes. With my skirt the clips will just peek out, nice. Gawd,... no shoes. Hmmmph. Maybe we shouldn't do this. I have to get onto my presentation, in the morning. Shoes, shoes... plopping back on the bed. * shit. He'd kill me if I back out now. I want this for me, too but... * looking in the mirror. And He'll love this. Black patent leather pumps. * smiles, there. Perfect. 

The place is a buzz. As always, they love when we come around. Dangling on His stories of where He's been, who He's worked with. He suffers that; when inside He'd much rather hear about bridge building and medicine. A closet geek, but no-one would know. Perfectly tailored He settles back in the overstuffed smokers' chair. Right at the top of the lounge, the dungeon; horses, racks, stocks, rigging all around. A maze of humanity in demo, right at the foot of every lounger. To one side, some new comers had settling into the lofted king bed just to our left. They'd invited another, He firmly focused on her. her Dom firmly seated at the end. Grinning as they're crowded by most the guests. "they're touching me." He does nothing... my breath lost. Is that not allowed? Does she want it to stop? More crowd the bed. 

I can't ignore. "Sir?" 

" 'must be ideal. He's not changing the scene," He turns back at me. 

I can't turn away, my Heart pounding. "Sir?" He leans over, in our hosts' ear. They converse, He nods... caresses my locks, kneeling next to Him. "Sir... I?" looks down at me. 

"you can't turn away, can you??" He laughs. 

"I..." 

"want to touch yourself?" 

Blushes," yes," He knows His slut," may I.." 

"To the corner... next to the whip rack."... there, my sub sister, also arching to get a better view, "and may I...?" 

"cum? Once only. The rest is for me." 

" of course Sir, thank you," rising from my perch.

"Are they ok?" tess, inquires, murmuring into my neck as we hug. 

"He's checked and seems fine within their play." 

"I've not seen that." 

"Something edging on a gang bang?, not here usually, but..." 

"no... this look." 

"I've worn it," find myself firmly compelled at the sight. 

"girl?" she breaks in," na ah, i love the skirt too much to forget it. You've not been near me while you're in it. You wouldn't have it now, if you had." Giggling. "And what, they're only scene-ing." 

"huh, what??? Fetish Factory..."i murmur. 

"dear God, get in there." 

"no... but I can't pull away." 

"He'd allow you to... just ask." 

" no... but strangely I can't draw away." 

tess combs through my hair, my heart leaps as she's allowed. Kisses me deep," I'll go ask." 

"no don't!" 

"...but to deny our own impulses, is to deny what makes us human." 

"He said one." Her hand at the back of mine. i guide her, with mine hand, inside of my skirt, steadily working the inside of my thong. i can hear his voice, "once.. only," in my head. His sound's like fuel to my wetness. 

"...they're touching me!" i glean at her Doms face, showing signs of approval. His acceptance, like mines permission, like divinity, throws me into frenzy. Oh fuck... "they're touch..." she mumbles as tess is moved into place. ' made to sit over her face. my hands are a blur. my hand...jerks fast. Back pressed into the wall behind me. It's building. Too fast, I can't believe... connected to sis. Oh shit... must be her. A mumble; her seat, her tongue fills her gap. Hands maul at her lounger, inserted, her insides gives way as she gushes, the slut on her back. my hand goes a smear. my tears well up, gawd close to cumming, I see His face. His subtle grin, fades away and the scene carries me off. 

"Oh gawd!!!" was that me? The room echoes, my voice in the rafters. " Oh... gaaaaaawd... " my pussy, and my sis both explode. Ooo ... shit.. oooohh??? I'm gonna... shit not again?! Again... I can't stop, holy shit. I can't stop, I'll go... Oaaaaaa... aaaaawwww shit. tess throwing her hips on her face. Riding this new sub... if a sybian where her seat, ssssssssssshiit!! My... aaaaaaaaaaarrrrgh gawd again?! Three. And shadow of His trench coat approaches. I struggle to see through my tears. Now blubbering as I raced past just one. Gawd... noooooo.... No, no, no... "Sir I'm sorry." 

He spins me. Now taking my locks.... Oh gawd. "Sir, I'm sorry, please. I couldn't..." His knack, He eviscerates my clothing. Laces explode in His single touch... all falling away at my feet. 

"Ninety degrees." I'm backed standing, my chest to the floor. "in decline add two strokes, too inclined two more." 

"but..." blubbering into my thought, I failed Him," Yes, Sir." 

"ID each tool. Ten strokes for each offense. You went over how many time?" 

"three Sir." 

"...three? Meaning how many strokes?" 

"twenty, Sir... ID?" 

"yes, each stroke will come from a different tool off the whip rack. You will tell me what each is... correctly." 

"but..." 

"incorrect answers... add two strokes." "face... wall." My Head back facing the wall and bent. Fire shoots through my hair... clothes crumpled at my feel." Face..." He's lift me back. "wall" He parks my face in the corner of the room. My tears offer the wall paint a darker tone. "hold yourself open... let our friends see." I spread my cheeks. Flick! I lean into the corner, the first stroke makes contact. Electric , it tags my clit, certain it's His intent. 

"gawd." 

" balance. Not so much on the wall. " 

I blubber," yes Sir... buggy whip?" 

"are you saying or asking, fuck?" 

"I don't know..." sniffles. 

" then I should try again!" 

"Buggy!... yes, Sir. Buggy whip," I rush. Flick! Flick! "buggy... I said... " 

"you're right. All three times. This should be easy." 

Flop!... Flop! Flop! Huff... my thighs quiver. "Flog, Sir, suede." Flop! Flop!... Flop! Flop!... Flop! " Gawd, Sir, I'm sorry! Please" Flop!... Flop! "Flog, please..." it drives me into the wall... mascara making raccoon eyes, on me. And this strange wall art near the rack. "please." 

"good at this!" He praises, the bitterness between His teeth. my fault, I can believe... I've ruined it.

Crack! "NO!" knees buckle I'm near down, Gawd! Edge me way, Crack!... Crack! * shit "Whip!" screeched. 

"What kind?" Crack! "?!!!" Crack!... Crack!, 

"please!" Crack!... Crack! "please!" Crack!... " I don't know Sir... Please. I don't know, Please. Sir, pleeeeease!" voice faints await still erect! 

"Dragons Tail," His voice breaks the air. 

My Head forced down, "no, please. I can't fail you again." His hand pressing me down, hips erect. "please, Sir. Please another, Please." 

I crumple forward, His hand drives me so. I lay. 'my breath catching up, "please. I'll do better." The roar of His zipper fills the room. "Please, Help me please you. Please. I've not said the word, Please. Beat me... please. I deserve it.' Catching air between sobs, "please... " Hot gush rushes my face. "Gawd, please... " the familiar taste of His seed. "Gawd... Help me. Yes, please... I can do better."

Hot breath on my ear. "I know you will." 

"please, let me show you." 

"stay... " His coat covers me. "you've made your point. Tough bitch." 

"no ... I failed." " No, a mistake..." 

"please..." 

" a mistake, you'll repeat?" 

"never..." 

"a mistake, sweetness... an error." 

"but..." 

"but to err is human; to forgive is divine." He soothed me, prolonged... divine my Dom, my Master.

Divine



I jammed my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill whistle as The Divine finished off their last song with a blistering guitar riff from Kara Devine. She caught my eye and grinned, aiming the head of her guitar towards the ceiling of the auditorium and tearing out the last notes like a professional rock star. Her brother, Adam Devine, had just put the microphone back in its stand after singing the final verse, and was nodding his head to his younger sister's finale. The drummer, Adam's lifelong friend Brett, pounded his drums along with her in perfect concert. The crowd cheered, jumping to their feet and cheering like they had witnessed god. Adam and Brett wore simple jeans and band t-shirts, but Kara, Kara always liked to dress up. She was decked out in nearly knee-high black leather boots (the thick ones), a mid-thigh length black skirt, one of those white school girl type tops that exposed her flat stomach and a little red tie. Her inky black hair fell around her pixy face in sheer perfection, obscuring everything but one pale blue eye, encircled by dark eyeliner, and dark red lips. She finished with a flourish as the stage lights dimmed before changing to an altogether different lighting. 

Adam approached the mic stand and grabbed it, beaming and panting with exertion. "Thank you! Thank you! CD's for sale at the door! Have a good year and take care of my baby sister, class of twenty twelve!" The crowd screamed its approval one last time before quieting down and beginning the slow process of exiting the auditorium. I sat back down and waited for the crowd to thin before standing once more and making my way towards the stage. Adam, Brett and Kara were sitting on the edge talking with fans and staff, even signing a few autographs. The Divine weren't well known outside of the local towns, but they were on the fast track to success in my opinion. They had been huge in their home town, my home town, and I had been close to all of them from the beginning, Kara especially. Kara and I had been neighbors from an early age, almost always ending up in classes together throughout school. 

We had tried dating each other once in junior high school, but it had been awkward for some reason. When we started high school however, we had tested the dating scene and found it very disagreeable. I didn't like it because I just couldn't find the right person. Kara, on the other hand, was nearly raped by her second boyfriend and ran back to me because she knew I was safe. After that, for some inexplicable reason, we had clicked, finding that we were more or less perfect together. Because we had grown up together, we knew the subtle little nuances of each other's behavior and how we operated. This meant that we rarely fought and when we did it was because of things we generally didn't have control over. We were very easy going, mellow people and this meant that it took something huge to get us going.

When Adam had proposed starting a band 'just for fun', Kara had jumped at the opportunity. She could play guitar like other people could breathe and Adam, forgive me if I sound a little gay for saying this, had the voice of some kind of earth-bound angel. Brett was a solid drummer and Adam's best friend, therefore a natural choice. 

As I approached the stage Kara spotted me and beamed, revealing brilliantly white teeth and a perfect, captivating smile. 

"Ohmigod! Kara Devine, I'm your biggest fan!" I cried in an overly girly voice, clapping my hands to my cheeks. 

"Oh jeez," Adam sniggered, "its that groupie again."

"He wants you bad, Kara," Brett chuckled.

"That's alright," Kara purred, "he is kinda sexy." 

"Ohmigod! Kara Devine called me sexy!" I squealed, jumping up and down and fanning my face in a very feminine manner. 

She giggled girlishly, flicking the hair from her face to reveal her other eye. This was one of the things that I could not get enough of about her; her eyes were heterochromatic, the left eye was pale blue and the right was a slightly darker shade of green. I adored her eyes and she knew it.

"As always guys, a fantastic show," I congratulated, walking right up to the stage between Kara's knees. Tall as I was at six foot two, she was sitting on the stage and could look down at me, which she proceeded to do with an impish little smile. 

"And now you have a famous girlfriend, Danny," Brett put in, elbowing Adam. 

"Yeah, yeah," he admitted. Adam approved of Kara and me, but he still liked to be the protective older brother. 

"I know," I said, blowing a kiss at her as I played with her boots, "I can be as lazy as I want and she'll take care of me with her rock star money." 

"You don't get to be lazy with me, Daniel," she said sternly, a smile desperately trying to force its way onto her lips. Something in the way she said it made my mind flash to something a little different than being lazy. Suddenly there was an urge to rush her back to my dorm room right then and there. This was the last day of orientation and I planned on making the best of it. 

"You don't mind if I steal your star, do you Adam?" I asked, looking from Kara to her brother. He looked behind him at the school staff beginning to pack up the speakers and wires. 

"I suppose. We only have our instruments anyways," he replied. I smiled then turned to Kara, my eyes bright, holding my arms out for her to jump into. 

"Noo," she giggled, "I reek." 

"She is kinda ripe," Brett chuckled. Kara scowled and smacked him in the stomach.

"I don't care, c'mon," I prompted, opening and closing my hands.

"But, Danny," she whined. 

I gave her a look and she sighed, slipping off the stage into my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my middle. In my opinion she smelled like water, if anything at all. 

"Later fellas," I grinned over her shoulder before turning around to carry her out of the auditorium. 

"Don't forget your guitar!" Adam reminded her.

"Oh!" she said, making to get out of my arms and go back for it. Instead, I backed up to the stage so she could grab the case her bother held out for her. 

"Anything else?" I asked as she made eye contact while adjusting herself to compensate for the case.

"No," she smiled sheepishly.

I smiled, carrying her up and out of the auditorium and through the campus center towards the road. I made it halfway down the sidewalk towards the freshman quad, before I had to put her down. Mostly this was because I was out of shape from a lack of proper exercise, and partly because she could only stand being carried for so long before she started to fidget.

"What's the matter, Daniel, out of breath already?" she teased. 

"Shh, don't tease. That freshman fifteen is coming on fast." 

"How do you expect to keep up with me if you're already this tired?" 

"Who said anything about keeping up with you?" I countered, smacking at her butt. Narrowly dodging my hand, she bounced around on the tips of her booted toes, still blatantly full of energy. 

"Well, what are we going to do now then?" she shot back, jabbing at me with her guitar case. 

"I don't know," I sighed, "I'm kinda tired."

She sighed disappointedly, "Oh well then, I was gonna let you fuck me, but if you're so tired I guess I can wait." She stopped and gave me an expectant look, waiting for my reply. 

I narrowed my eyes, "Damn you, it's not fair that you can do this kind of thing to me." 

"Oh stop whining, Daniel. Now, we're gonna go back to my dorm so I can shower and then we'll kick Eric out of your room." She was openly talking about this while we were walking through the quad, surrounded by fellow students, many of whom were already drunk. It was only ten o'clock the night before classes, and the after hour activities were already in full swing. There were four freshman dorm buildings situated in a rough square with the large quad in the middle. Kara lived in the far building while I lived in the one closest to the academic center. 

I smiled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling our hips together, "What's the point in taking a shower now when you're just going to get all dirty again?" I, unlike Kara, was more self-conscious about what I said in public so I spoke in a low voice. 

She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting 'dirty'. "Because, I like smelling good."

I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, "Are you serious?" 

She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn't hold it, "Shut up." We burst into a fit of giggles as she pulled me into her building and signed me in. She lived on the fourth floor, something I bitched about nonstop. 

"Stop being such a baby," she admonished for the hundredth time, as she opened her door. The lights were off and it was quiet; her reaction to which was a moment of shock before I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up again. 

"Danny, no! Just because they aren't here doesn't mean...mmff," she protested before I could silence her by planting my lips over hers. Her struggles were halfhearted and purely for show, because as soon as my lips locked with hers, she melted into me. Her guitar case thumped onto one of her roommate's beds as she clung to my head, pulling it harder against her own. Kara was really big into working out, be it running, kickboxing, dancing, Pilates and all kinds of other activities. As a result, her well toned legs nearly crushed the breath out of me. 

"Uhhn, fuck the shower," she groaned, breaking away and biting at my lower lip. She went zero to sixty like that very easily. 

"That's what I thought," I smiled, staggering up to her bed and trying to toss her onto it. She didn't go; her legs remaining tightly wrapped around my midsection so only the top half of her flopped onto the pink sheets. She was squeezing me hard, grinning as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it at her. Her legs tightened dramatically as my shirt landed on her face.

"Uhg, you're like that bitch from Goldeneye," I groaned.

"You callin' me a bitch, baby?" she purred, pulling me harder into her and digging the heels of her boots into me. 

"A hot bitch?" I squeaked.

"That's right," she grinned, letting up a little bit enough for me to unlock her legs from around my waist and toss her completely on the bed. 

She giggled as I followed; climbing on top of her and kissing her again as I struggled to get her little white shirt off. 

"When are you going to learn how to take my clothes off properly?" She pushed me over and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away. She then rolled onto her side and started to take her boots off.

"Leave 'em on," I said quietly, sitting up and looking her over. Kara was a small girl at five foot three; and she looked stunning with her big black boots, plaid skirt hiked up to reveal a white pair of panties, and her little white bra containing her small breasts. 

"Mmm, kinky," she purred lustily. 

"No, what we did before school was kinky. This is just cool."

"I suppose," she grinned, remembering that night. Linking her arms around my neck, she drew me close and lightly kissed my lips. I felt her legs wrap around my waist once more and slowly lowered myself on top of her. 

"So, my little rock star..." I trailed off as she slipped a hand down my shorts, making it quite obvious what was on her mind. 

"Mm babe, I want to be on top this time," she mumbled, squeezing my rapidly stiffening cock, hard. This tended to happen after her shows while the adrenaline was still pumping. She gave me an expectant look, as if she was waiting for an objection. 

"Knock yourself out, babydoll; I love just laying there," I smiled, rolling off to the side and helping her slide on top of me. 

An impish grin revealed perfect, white teeth, "Yeah, just lay there and take it, little bitch."

Scowling, I reached up and pinched her side. 

"Ow!" she squeaked, slapping my hand away. Her knees jabbed into my sides, nearly crushing the breath out of me once again. A wild grin on her lips, she grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, pushing them above my head and leaning down to kiss me hard. You may think less of me for letting her take control like this, but in the heat of the moment it was unbelievably hot. This also tended to happen after her performances and it was a bad scene when I tried to get in her way. So, through harsh experience, I learned to go with the flow. I could feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs on my crotch. 

She broke away and we lay gasping for a moment before she said, "Why aren't your pants off yet?"

"I got distracted," I panted, now trying desperately to undo my shorts. She scooted up a little so I could work behind her and grinned down at me, running her hands through my short hair. As I struggled, she took her hands from my head and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. My eyes tracked up her body, taking in the slight curves of her petite breasts as my hands gradually stopped working. 

"Mm, baby, did I say stop?" she purred, taking great pleasure in my attention.

"But..." My hand slowly came from behind her back and headed towards her bare tits. 

"Ah ah," she tutted, grabbing my hand, "after those pants are gone." I was starting to breathe hard; I couldn't handle it when she teased me like this. I couldn't focus on one thing over another; I couldn't make a decision on anything. 

"Baby, stay with it." Kara's voice resounded sternly through my addled mind. 

"Huh, wah?" 

Her gorgeous eyes softened and she leaned down, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. "Oh, sweetheart...." I could already tell her performance high was wearing off, but trust me that would not affect her near insatiable sex drive. 

"Mm, its okay baby," she purred as she realized my full attention was back on her. Slender arms cradled my head as tender lips met with my own in a passionate kiss. Her hips rocking on my waist told me she was still good to go, and I went back to trying to squirm out of my shorts. 

"You know, you're not helping by sitting on me like that," I said with a little smile.

"I'm merely providing...motivation," she replied impishly. "And I know its working." I had gotten my shorts down and her delicate hands disappeared once more beneath my boxers.

"Uh, fuck it," I groaned, grabbing her head between my hands and pulling her down to kiss her roughly. She giggled into my mouth as her hands roamed my body. I took a hand away from her head and flipped her little skirt out of the way so I could squeeze a panty covered cheek. Her small breasts squashed against my chest as she ground her crotch against the neat tent in my boxers. She was breathing rapidly and her pupils were huge as we attempted to eat the other's face. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna explode," she mumbled with a slightly embarrassed smile. I grinned, taking my hand away from her rear and slipping it under her, sliding it along her perfect stomach and into the front of her panties. She gasped, a shocked expression in her eyes, before being replaced by an utterly contented look. She was practically purring as I coaxed her off of my stomach onto the bed between the wall and me. My fingers slowly worked small circles over her moist outer lips, occasionally venturing a knuckle or two into her body. 

Suddenly there was a burst of giggling from outside the room. Kara swore the air blue, instantly snapping out of her euphoric state and scrabbling for her bra. I was still reaching for my shorts as her roommates burst into the room, one giggling uncontrollably and the other trying to keep the first from falling on her face. I turned onto my side, using my bare back as a shield so Kara could pull her clothes back on. 

"Well lookie here, Cynthia, our little Kara got lucky," the bigger of the two slurred, lurching to her bed and leaning heavily against the frame. 

"Alexis, we should leave them alone," Cynthia suggested, trying to take Alexis' arm and lead her back out of the room. She tossed me an embarrassed smile as she struggled with her roommate. Kara had finally struggled into her bra and managed to pull her shirt on, but not button it. 

"No, don't bother," Kara said, her annoyance clearly obvious to everyone but Alexis. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as Kara squeezed past and thudded to the floor, still in her big boots. After pinning her inebriated roommate with a withering stare, she couldn't quite get out of her boots fast enough. Cynthia meanwhile, had sidled up next to me, watching Kara struggle in frustration. 

"Sorry we kinda cock-blocked you, Danny," she apologized quietly. 

I chuckled softly, "It's not me you're going to have to worry about." She giggled and flicked a lock of blond hair out of her eyes. I wasn't afraid to say that she was a looker, slightly taller than Kara with slightly more curvature to her frame. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up Kara for the world but I did like to push her buttons every now and again. Although, it probably wasn't such a good idea right about now. 

"Daniel," I heard Kara say slowly, "stop looking at Cynd's rack and hand me my shower stuff."

"I..."

"Yeah, don't even try," she cut me off, pointing to a plastic basket thing that held all kinds of bathroom products. I smiled at Cynthia and grabbed the basket, handing it to my less than amused girlfriend. Alexis had flopped onto her bed by now and looked to be passed out. Somehow in the split second I'd taken my eyes off of Kara, she'd wrapped herself in a towel and was for all intents and purposes naked underneath.

"Right, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow morning for class?" I ventured cautiously, wary of the look in her eyes. 

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking exhausted, "Yeah, babe, I'll meet you outside your building at nine-thirty."

"Ok," I said, leaning in and kissing her gently, "Sorry about this by the way."

"Not your fault," she replied, kissing me back. I walked her out of the room after giving Cynthia a wave goodbye, to which Kara smacked my arm and glared at her roommate. 

"Don't encourage him!" she shouted back into the room, slamming the door behind us. I couldn't help but laugh. She gave me her crazy eyes, something she did when she wasn't exactly thrilled with me but she wasn't completely pissed, and poked me in the chest with a finger. 

"Better watch yourself, buster brown." 

I just chuckled and kissed her again, turning to go.



"Morning sunshine," I snickered the next day, favoring the shuffling Kara with a sympathetic smile. She looked gorgeous as always, but you could see in the way she walked that she was dead tired. She responded with a very unladylike grunt and continued walking towards the academic circle, forcing me to follow along behind her. 

"Aww, what's the matter?" I asked. 

"I didn't sleep very well."

"How come, do you know?"

As a response she stopped, glared up at me for a moment, and then kept on walking. 

"Oh come on! It's not my fault, you can't blame that on me!" I cried, hurrying to catch up with her. 

"No, but you're an easy target," she forced through a smile. I pouted and was relieved when she chuckled, linking her arm with mine. "So, what class do we have first again?"

"Um, World Civs 103 in 115."

"Where the hell is that?"

I frowned, thinking, and gestured towards one of the buildings, "Somewhere in there." 

"All hail the navigator!" she teased. 

"Quiet, munchkin," I smiled, giving her a little shove. We playfully smacked at each other all the way to the classroom, which we had little difficulty finding. I picked out a seat towards the back and sat down, Kara hurrying to sit next to me before someone else did. The room filled up quickly before the professor arrived. 

Now when you think about college professors, this guy was the image that should come to mind. Crazy salt and pepper hair, thick glasses, a well worn sweater vest, corduroy pants and a beat up black briefcase, assured me that no matter what he taught us, I would find this class amusing. 




Divine



"Oh my god," Kara sniggered, hiding a smile behind her hand. I smirked as well.

"My name is Professor Whitfield," the man said in a surprisingly resonating voice, "I have a few requests to make of you before we begin the semester." It seemed he made eye contact with every one of us before continuing. "First off, no texting please. I find it very disrespectful. Second, I would like to have you sit in alphabetical order." He smiled apologetically, "It's something I can't seem to drop from my high school teaching days and it will help me learn your names faster." I stole a quick glance at Kara and couldn't help but grin. Her smirk had turned to full blown horror. 

The professor proceeded to call roll and organized us into our new seats accordingly. I couldn't help but smirk as Kara was seated directly across from me, but on the other side of the room. She was seated next to a very attractive girl who she said hi to and appeared to hit it off with. The girl had golden blond hair with brown highlights, quite the contrast to Kara's inky black locks. When she looked over at me though, she pouted sullenly; I gave her a little wave and a fake pout of my own. I turned my attention to the professor who was now passing around the syllabus. 

Suddenly my pocket began to vibrate and I sighed, shooting a look across at Kara who responded with a guilty smile. 

Kara: [i]This is going to kill me! =( [/i]

I rolled my eyes and replied with: [i]Poor baby 

It took a couple seconds for the message to make its way to her cell and I watched closely as she carefully pulled out her phone and checked it. Grinning lewdly, I watched her face change from a simple smile to a slightly uncomfortable one. I knew this look, my Kara had an over-active imagination. Right now her entire thought process would be devoted to implications of this message. 

My pocket vibrated again. Kara: [i]donntttt, I don't get to be alone with you until tonightttt!![/i] I grinned as the professor kept passing the papers out one by one. 

Quickly, I replied: [i]Mm but I wanna do things to you now! Can't you imagine me just fucking you silly?[/i] That last bit was a stretch, but as I looked across to her I saw it did the trick. She pulled out her phone and stared at the little screen, biting her lip. She crossed her legs and I could see her thighs tensing as she squeezed. She was too easy. I put my cell away as the professor came by and handed me the syllabus. As I looked up, I saw Kara glaring at me, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. I blew her a kiss and took my phone out again.

Kara: [i]Can we skip and go back to my room?[/i] I shook my head, first at the message and then at her. She pouted and mouthed 'why?' back at me. I rolled my eyes and made a show of looking around the lecture hall. She fixed me with her most pleading look and bit her lip again in a fantastic show of desperation. Had she been next to me and been able to touch me, I would have crumbled immediately. But this was not the case, and I simply stuck my tongue out at her. This could mean one of two things for my future: one, she would get mad and I would get in trouble or two, she would pounce on me the moment we were alone. I prayed for the latter. 

I could see her heave a big sigh and fold her arms on the table, resting her chin on her arm. Her eyes roved the lecture hall for a moment, glancing at the professor as he talked, but were eventually drawn back to me and I could see her sigh again. 

The latter! Success! 

The rest of the class passed me by slowly despite its mere fifty minute duration. However, the incident afterwards in the hallway more than made up for my boredom in the classroom. 

"You're so cruel, Daniel!" Kara whined loudly, pushing herself against me in a small alcove off of the main hall. 

"Mm, I did nothing, baby," I countered smoothly, pressing right back, catching her off guard. She looked up at me with pleasantly surprised eyes and threw her arms around my shoulders, rising on the tips of her toes to kiss me. Oblivious to our fellow students passing by just yards away, I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body against hers. She was beyond gone, totally consumed by her lust and completely indifferent to the throngs of passing students. I'm pretty sure I could have had her right then and there if I was so inclined, but we both had classes in less than ten minutes. 

She hadn't made a sound since we first ducked into this nook, knowing she needed to be quiet; but she just couldn't contain herself anymore, "Daniel?"

Leaning in, I nipped at the edge of her ear, knowing full well it would drive her insane, "We have class," I whispered. She collapsed back against the concrete wall as I pulled away slightly, a horribly pained look coming across her face. I gave her a sympathetic grimace as she took my wrist to look at my watch. 

"Can't you just skip English? I mean, it's not like you even need to try in that subject," she pleaded in desperation, running her hands over her face and through her hair. 

"But you need to be in that math class. We both know you suck at it," I said, smiling. She chuckled despite it all and dusted herself down, turning so I could get her back. 

She turned around and leaned up, kissing me again with a dreamy little smile on her lips, "Do you still not know what you do to me?" It was an ongoing joke between us, mostly her, that I was unaware of how I turned her on, the effect I had on her if you will. In reality, I had a pretty good idea as to how things worked. Whereas, she actually thought I had no idea what I was capable of doing to her.

I shrugged, smiling dumbly down at her in response.

She smiled wolfishly, "I'm so wet for you right now," her voice barely a whisper. 

"Heh, but whose fault is that sweetheart? You've worked yourself up all by your onesy."

She snorted and stepped back into the hallway, pulling me with her, "I'll show you tonight just what it is you do to me, baby." Fortunately there wasn't anyone around to hear that. She gave me a look that sent electricity shooting to my crotch and winked, pushing through a door to head across campus. 

"I suppose I deserved that," I mumbled to myself, putting in my headphones and trudging through the halls, trying to nonchalantly cover my hard-on. My next few classes were agony, her last words running through my head over and over. My plan had backfired completely! By the time my lunch break rolled around I was really suffering. Kara had a class during this time and got out when my break ended so we couldn't eat together. Instead, I met up with a few friends I had made during orientation. The conversation was light at first, the classes, the professors, and the school. But, as it invariably does with guys my age, the conversation turned to sex and the options this university had to provide. 

I mentioned I had a girlfriend and I was effectively cut from the conversation then and there, but listening to them talk did nothing to help the condition I was in. By the time lunch was over and I was headed to my next class, I was in a worse state than before. Sitting in my next class I was compelled to mess with her again, just to ensure tonight. 

[i]Baby I want you soo bad![/i] This being my last class of the day, and a massive lecture hall to boot, I was not concerned with niceties of not texting in class. 

Kara: [i]pleaasseee don't Daniel![/i] I could just imagine her squirming in her seat now, biting her lip and giving my words a pained look. 

[i]Mm but the things I want to do to you...I want to fuck you so bad.[/i] My being blunt with her often had a surprisingly devastating effect.

Kara: [i]Daniel you are so mean [/i]

[i]Oh no, sweetheart, not mean at all[/i]

Kara: [i]you're going to make me scream if you don't stop [/i]

[i]What kind of incentive for me to stop is that?[/i] 

It was getting close to the end of class by the time she responded: [i]you had better be in my room in the next twenty minutes[/i] 

[i]And if I'm not?[/i] 

Kara: [i]you don't want to find out...[/i]

"Oh, this is going to be fun," I said to myself as the lecture let out. Grinning like a mad-man, I made my way across campus towards the dorms. Thinking it over, I decided to take my time; I knew it would pay off in the end for the both of us. I just so happened to look off to my right across the parking lot to see a small figure booking it in the same direction I was heading. I recognized the raven black hair and stride of Kara Devine even from more than a football field's distance away. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight, causing a few passersby to give me weird looks. She was gone a second later though, hauling ass behind some trees; and, knowing her, she wouldn't even be winded by the time she got to her room. I shook my head; I was extremely jealous of how in shape she was. She could run circles around me. Anyways...

The walk to her dorm was entertaining to say the least; just thinking of what was in store was getting me more than a little excited. I didn't even notice the four story climb to her room. I stopped in front of her door, fixing myself a little bit and noticing the apparently random blank sticky note above the door handle. The slowly closing suite door thudded shut behind me, and no sooner had I looked to it and back than I heard thumping inside her room; the door disappeared in front of me to be replaced by a huffing and puffing girlfriend. I was right, she wasn't out of breath, she was just pissed. 

"Daniel Addison Valentine," she said slowly, quietly. 

I bit my lip, pushing her back into the room by stepping in. "My full name, I must be in trouble," I replied smoothly, backing her up against her closet, letting my bag thud to the floor along the way. My hands ran up her sides and she faltered, expecting me to be the one to crack under her apparent anger. 

"Y-yes, you bastard. I can't believe you did that to me," she continued on with the act, her head swaying slightly as her hostile fa?e began to give way to passion. 

I pressed harder against her, leaning down slightly like I was going to kiss her. She responded in kind, but couldn't reach as I kept her pinned with my hands on her hips. Instead, she gazed up at me with her mouth half open and a pained look in her eyes. 

"Bastard?" I replied in the same smooth tone I had used before, "I thought you enjoyed it when I did things like that. And, you cannot complain about me turning you on like this."

She tried hard to kiss me again but I held her in place as I was just too tall for her to reach on her own. Letting out little whining noises, she pulled at my shirt in desperation. "Not at school, Daniel. Not when I have to wait forever to see you. It's not fair...please." 

"Please?" I asked, feigning confusion. I leaned even farther down and she tried to kiss me, but despite her best efforts I kept dodging my lips out of the way. After she let out a final burst of whining I leaned down quickly and buried my lips against her neck. She moaned softly as an arm wrapped around my neck and her hand caressed the back of my head. 

"Daniel," she groaned as I took some of her flesh between my teeth and my hands disappeared down the back of her pants. I squeezed both cheeks hard and pulled her in to me roughly. She moaned again and I knew she could feel me pressing into her stomach just above her crotch. 

"Please... don't play any more games with me," she pleaded breathlessly as I continued to kiss her neck and let my hands roam her body, although never touching anything too sensitive. Pretty soon she would be begging and pleading for all she was worth; this wasn't the first time I've 'tortured' her as she called it. 

"You're acting like we haven't had sex in months," I noted with a smile, as I switched to the other side of her neck. 

"Three days," she replied, breathing heavily, "close enough." I stepped back from her all at once and she slumped to her hands and knees in front of me as my support disappeared. Her eyes looked first at the floor, then rose to my crotch where they lingered and on up to my face.

"Three days?" I asked. 

She sat back on her knees and ran shaking hands through her hair. "Yes, three, that's what I said." 

"Two, Kara," I deadpanned, leaning back against her raised bed frame. She froze, her eyes going far away. 

She snapped back into reality all of a sudden, "Oh my god, Dan I'm sorry! It was like three in the morning." 

"And you even commented on my spontaneity," I replied, injecting some sadness into my voice, even pouting a little. 

She suddenly looked like she was going to cry, quickly crawling up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face in my stomach. "Don't be mad! I'm sorry, please don't leave." 

"Leave? Silly girl, I just intend to make you pay." And just like that, her mood shifted entirely. 

"Make me pay... you're going to p-punish me?" She looked up at my face with a dirty little smile, her chin now perched seductively on my belt buckle. 

"Mm, yes," I said quietly, running a hand through her hair. 

"What are you going to do to me, Daniel?" she purred. She was working herself up pretty good by now, rubbing against my lower body. One of her hands was slowly undoing my belt, the other rubbing my painfully hard cock though my shorts. 

"Well I'm not sure, what do you think you deserve?" 

She bit her lip, thinking. "Well, I've been bad," she shuddered, electricity no doubt running from her brain straight to everything that made her tingle with pleasure. "You shouldn't go easy on me. Have your way with me, ravish me, make me scream your name!" Her own words were turning her on and with every word she became more and more excited, tearing my belt off in her haste. Her hands were so fast. In a moment my shorts and boxers were gone and she had me in her mouth. 

"Oh, really? But that sounds like something you want, badly," I said, stifling a groan. Slowly, I ran my hand through her hair again, taking a handful and slowly beginning to pull her head back off of my cock. She looked up at me as she grabbed my wrist with both hands, a wicked open-mouthed grin on her face as I angled her head back. 

"Then what, Danny? What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, letting her hands fall to her sides. 

I smiled down at her, "You'll see. But for now, I want you to do whatever I say." 

She bit her lip again, swallowing hard, "Yes." 

"Good girl," I cooed with a smile, pulling up on her hair gently to indicate I wanted her to stand. She got up on shaky legs and I let go of her. Her arousal was palpable, and it was all I could do to reach down to pull my boxers back up. 

"What are you..." she began nervously, reaching out to stop me. 

I slapped her hand away, "Bup bup, do only as I say." She bit her lip and moaned as her relief disappeared beneath my underwear. I couldn't help but smirk at her discomfort. I was still blatantly hard and that seemed to be all she saw of me until I reached out to unbutton her shirt. 

She made a little noise as more and more of her bare torso was revealed to me. She wasn't wearing a bra and bit by bit her pert little tits were being exposed. "You're being so slow with me," she said softly, "it's killing me." I finished with the buttons and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away along with my own. 

I chuckled darkly, "And it's only just begun." 

"Oh god," she moaned, her mouth opening in ecstatic anticipation. She knew what was coming, this wasn't the first time, and as much as she hated it, she loved it even more. I could not have chosen a better time either it seemed, as this 'slight' gap in our sexual activities was making even the slightest contact extreme for her. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, making her gasp in surprise. While kissing her, I tugged at her shorts to get her to take them off. Still trying to keep her lips locked with mine she struggled mightily, but couldn't quite get them all the way off. Instead, she tried the old shimmy shimmy, but that failed too. 

"Take your time," I chuckled, pulling back a little so she could get the rascal off. Muttering curses, Kara ripped them off and flung them behind her. She began to take her panties off as well but I stopped her. "Leave those on," I quietly ordered. 

She looked up at me in confusion but did as she was told, "How come?" 

"I wouldn't want you sticking anything in there that you weren't allowed," I replied, smiling cruelly.

She pouted, "But baayby," her whining was accompanied by a grasping hand down my boxers as she pressed herself close, giving me her sexiest look. "I'm not allowed to put...anything in me?" She arched an eyebrow suggestively at the word 'anything'. 

"Nope," I responded simply. She stuck her bottom lip out even farther, flicking the hair out of her face to pin me with her heterochromatic eyes. "Oh no you don't, tricky girl!" I laughed, covering her eyes with a hand and holding the back of her head with the other, leaning in to kiss her hard. 

Her hand switched to my balls as I pulled away, still covering her eyes, "Mm, when did these show up, hmm?" 

"Don't make me cover your mouth too," I threatened, kissing her neck and ear. 

Her lips parted in a toothy grin, "Cover? No. Not necessarily cover, stuff maybe."

Stuff?! I was slightly shocked; she'd never shown any interest in this kind of thing before. "You had something in mind, a dirty sock...maybe your own panties?"

That last suggestion really seemed to get to her because goosebumps began appearing all over her. "As kinky as that sounds, Daniel," she squeezed my cock hard, "I was thinking of something else." I knew I had a sick mind, but damn. 

"I bet you would like that wouldn't you?" 

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short for a moment, "Umm no, it would be horrible and would definitely teach me a lesson."

I pulled her hand from my boxers and began turning her around towards her bed, keeping my hand over her eyes. "Nice try, Kara." I pulled a bandana from her closet and tied it around her eyes, grateful for the returned use of my hand.

"Daniel, this is so hot," she whispered in my ear as I got her onto her bed and laid her out, "why haven't you done this before?" She shuddered hard as she felt my fingertips tracing lines on her legs and stomach. 

"Oh, I don't know," I replied, running an open hand along the inside of her thigh towards her pussy, "it sort of just came to me. Plus, I love teasing you." With that I silently leaned down, holding my breath so she didn't know I was coming and kissed her inner thigh, close to the junction of her legs. She moaned, reaching down to run her fingers through my hair. She spread her legs even farther, inviting me to kiss closer to her pussy; but I was hampered by her drenched panties. Unfortunately it wasn't time for them to come off yet. 

I attempted to pull back but the hands on my head held me in place. I shook my head a little and she let go, and I went back to kissing closer and closer to her pussy. I had closed my eyes for only a second and when I kissed over her panties I could feel something moving underneath. 

"Kara!" I scolded, reaching up and grabbing her hand, pulling it out of her underwear. "No touching." 

She squirmed, grabbing fistfuls of her sheets and pulling at them in frustration, "You're so cruel!" I moved up the bed a little, touching my lips to her stomach as delicately I could, all the way up to her bare tits. Leaning over her as I was, that was the only contact I had with her body and I knew it was killing her. Lightly, I kissed her right breast, making my way towards her nipple. Her legs writhed in vain and I knew she ached to touch herself or be touched. 




Divine



"Please, touch me," she groaned as if in pain as I ran the tip of my tongue over her now sensitive nipple. One thing you should know about Kara, if you haven't figured it out by now, is that she is ridiculously sensitive. The slightest touch would cause quite the reaction. So when I sucked her nipple into my mouth, the loud moan that followed was expected, the legs that snaked around my middle like some freakish gymnast, was not. 

In surprise, I bit her nipple a little harder than I intended, eliciting a cry of pain, mixed with an unhealthy dose of pleasure. "Kara! Control yourself." I pulled back and sat up next to her. Her powerful legs were still wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me into her crotch. Her moans alone told me that she could feel me pushing against her soaked panties, let alone the heat and moisture I could feel myself. 

"Please," she begged pitifully, legs still encircling my middle. 

"Come on, Kara," I said calmly, tapping on her thigh. I didn't stand a chance of unlocking her legs on my own. They fell away and she flopped back looking exhausted and pained. Poor thing. 

Feeling guilty, I ran my hands along her legs and began pulling her panties down. A huge grin came over her blindfolded face as the soaked fabric came away, sticking to her pussy slightly. She sighed contentedly as I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. 

"Aww, look at you," I teased, lightly running a finger over her puffy, reddened outer lips. She flinched, her oversensitive skin depraved of such direct contact. She was still listening to me though, her fingers were entwined in her sheets and her legs strained to remain still. 

Her breathing was very heavy by now, "Just a finger... that's all I'm asking for... please, baby."

I leaned over her and I knew she could feel me near her, "A finger, why, whatever do you mean?" I was whispering in her ear now and ginned as she tried to turn to kiss me, getting empty air instead. I was rubbing her slit carefully, making sure she couldn't push back against me. This was driving her crazy. 

"Yes! Please, is that too much to ask for? Just one finger in me?" 

"You want one of my fingers? But where shall I put it?" 

"Anywhere!" she cried without thinking, squirming underneath me. I chuckled evilly, taking my hand from her slit and pushing one of my wet fingers into her mouth. She moaned and sucked it hard, running her tongue all over my finger. She seemed content with this for a moment until I began to pull it out. She grabbed my wrist to stop me, but as soon as she realized it was traveling south she let go, grabbing handfuls of fabric again in preparation. Slowly, my finger pushed against her slit, entering little by little. She was writhing obscenely as my finger slowly disappeared inside of her, curling up to tease her spot. She moaned loudly, arching her back and bucking her hips against my hand, fucking herself on my finger. I teased my finger inside her for a moment, amazed as she became even wetter. Slowly, I worked a second finger inside her, teasing her G twice as vigorously. 

"Oh, Danny! Danny, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she cried. No sooner had the words left her mouth than my fingers left her pussy. She rolled over and screamed her frustration into a pillow. My hand instantly went to her ass however, squeezing a cheek and rubbing a wet finger over her asshole. She stopped screaming and pushed her butt back at me, moaning a little bit into her bed. In the heat of the moment like this, a finger up her ass worked better than anything I could ever do; don't ask me to explain it. Pushing hard, my finger, coated in her own juices, slid into her easily. She moaned deeply, her entire body beginning to quiver as her orgasm built quickly. 

"You like that finger in your ass?" I asked softly in her ear. She shuddered hard as her climax reached its peak; her entire body shook and trembled. I wiggled my finger around and her moaning turned to whimpers of sheer pleasure, and then to clenched teeth, as my other hand slid under her to push two fingers back into her pussy. I worked my thumb furiously over her clit, making her scream my name into her pillow. It was a solid minute or two before I stopped and pulled my fingers from her, grinning proudly as she collapsed on her face, still twitching a little. 

It was during this lull that I realized just how painfully hard I was right now. "Can you believe it's not over yet, sweetheart?" I purred in her ear, pulling my boxers down and pressing myself against her. 

She looked back in my direction and favored me with a tired smile, "Yes, fuck me, Daniel, fuck me." She sounded so out of it I couldn't help but laugh. With that she pushed her ass back against me and pressed her face against the pillow, struggling to lift her hips for me. Her legs were shaking as I pushed and pulled her hips so I could fuck her from behind. It was more than a little arousing to see her with her butt in the air and her face pressed into the bed spread. Little rivulets of her juices were running down the inside of her legs and her pussy shone with moisture. So hot. 

"Baby, you're leaking everywhere," I teased, running fingers through the liquid on her legs.

She sighed tiredly, "You'll just have to clean me up first if that's a problem for you." I chuckled, smacking a cheek before diving between her legs. I licked and kissed up the inside of her legs to her soaked pussy, making her whimper and moan. I licked around her outer area before kissing her clit. "Stop," she gasped, "fuck me. I can't take it anymore."

"Oh, but I'm having so much fun. And, this is supposed to be a punishment in case you forgot," I said quietly, lying down under her raised hips, looking up at her pussy from between her knees.

"I'll have to be a bad girl more often then," she giggled quietly, still quite exhausted.

"Ha, wrong thing to say." I reached up and ran my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, moving slowly towards her pussy but never reaching it, pulling back at the last second and going back down her leg. This I kept this up for a few minutes at least before she broke. 

"Daniel! Please!" She felt behind her, hoping to catch my hand but instead, smacking the top of my head. She must not have known how I was positioned, because she let out a little surprised noise. "How long has your head been there?" 

"A while," I snickered.

"You've been staring at me like that all this time?" 

"Pretty much." 

She squirmed above me, her knees moving farther away from my head. That was the only warning I received. Before I could move out of the way, her crotch came rushing down to meet my face. "Danny, that's so embarrassing!" She wormed her hips over my head, rubbing her pussy against my nose and mouth, very nearly smothering me. "I can't believe you were looking at my pussy for so long... and not even touching it." There wasn't a trace of anger in her voice mind you, just a light tone that suggest she was only partly serious about being embarrassed. 

"Mmf... Kara! Get off... nnhh, can't breathe!" 

"Mm, I'm trying, baby," she giggled. She suddenly stopped, pressing her hips hard against my face. I struggled, but stopped as soon as she started to sit up, sitting completely on my face. "Now this, this is punishment," she sighed happily, still wearing the bandana over her eyes. 

I cried out into her girly flesh, but it didn't stop her from grinding herself against my face. 

"Oh god," she moaned, her legs beginning to tremble, "I'm going to explode." Quickly, I reached up and grabbed her under her arms, hoisting her up enough to toss her forward. 

She cried out in pain and frustration as yet another orgasm was mercilessly cut off before it could begin. I sat up quickly, wiping her juices off of my face with the back of my hand. 

"So... mean to me," she whined. She was sprawled on her back, spread-eagled and breathing heavily. 

"So hot," I countered quietly, looking her sweat-gleaming body over. I touched her leg and she spread them wide, looking in my direction through her blindfold. Moving forward, I began pushing the head of my cock against her opening, immensely grateful for any kind of sensation after so long of teasing her with my hands. 

"Yes! Oh my god, Daniel, yes! Fuck me!" She cried out rather loudly as she felt more and more of my cock getting stuffed into her tight cunt. I made sure to go slow so she didn't get as much out of it, but that didn't stop her from cumming almost immediately. Her hips bucked and that stupid little grin came over her face as I pushed myself completely inside her. I leaned up and let my weight down on her, kissing her roughly. 

"Does that feel better, trouble maker?" I whispered in her ear. 

"Yehess," she gasped. Her legs wrapped around my waist once more, forcing me even deeper inside her. I didn't need any more encouragement as I slowly started fucking her. I moved slowly, ensuring at least some longevity. She didn't like this one bit however. 

"Faster, Danny," she mumbled, rocking her body under me. 

"I could stop," I replied dangerously. 

She tightened her legs significantly, "Don't." 

"Oo," I chuckled, "the idea is suddenly appealing to me." I slowed my pace to an agonizing speed just to show I meant it. 

She reached up and ripped off her blindfold before taking my face in my hands, "No, Daniel please. Don't you love me?" 

"Jeez, pulling out the big guns are we?" Not only had she played that card, but taking off her blindfold had exposed her eyes, and they pieced straight to my heart. Sighing, I kissed her passionately as I began really fucking her. My cock pushed deeply into her with each thrust and I knew I wouldn't last long. Her inner muscles gripped me tightly while I pumped in and out of her steadily, forcefully. She was making these little happy sounds. They were uniquely Kara, a little moan with a hint of a squeak. They didn't last long however, turning to fully fledged moans after a while. 

As I felt myself getting close, I really started hammering into her. Her moans grew louder until they stopped all together as she grit her teeth in climax. That did it. Her insides contracted around me and pulsed as her orgasm made her entire body spasm.

"Oh god," I groaned, forcing myself even farther inside her, exploding deep within her. She wrapped herself around me as I emptied myself completely, deep inside her body. It seemed like an eternity before I finished and collapsed on top of her, totally spent.

We lay there for quite some time, panting in each others' arms. "And let that be a lesson to you," I said in a totally serious voice. It took a few seconds for what I said to sink in. 

She burst out laughing and curled up into a naked little ball, holding her stomach. "Oh, oh ow! Don't make me laugh so hard."

"Don't laugh so easily," I countered, rubbing her tummy. Her giggles died down after a little bit as she curled up next to me, taking my hand from her stomach and putting it on her head. She loved being petted after something like this, not so much like a cat or dog, but just running my fingers through her hair slowly. It generally put her straight to sleep had it been later in the evening. As it was, it was barely past five, close to dinner time. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled loud enough to hear down the hall. 

"Yeah, me too," she yawned, rolling over to slide off the bed. I smiled, watching her walk, naked, to the door. For a second I thought she was going to actually leave without putting any clothes on. It opened and closed quickly and she came strutting back, putting more than a little wiggle in her step now that she knew I was watching. I was so focused on Kara, I didn't notice the plain yellow sticky note she tossed in the trash 

"Careful, Daniel, stare hard enough and I'm going to want round two," she purred, coming up to the bed and kissing me.

"Oh god, don't even talk about that," I groaned, exhausted.

She pouted and gave me a look, "You're tired? I'm the one you've been torturing for the better part of an hour!" 

"You needed to be taught a lesson!" I protested, "And, torturing is hard stuff."

"Oh please." She smirked all of a sudden, reaching out to run a finger seductively up my leg. "I could always make you..." 

"Noo," I grabbed my junk and rolled over, thwarting her. 

"Mmm, such a cute butt. I knew I loved you for a reason," she giggled, squeezing my ass. I yelped and slapped her hands away, wrapping myself in her sheets. "Get out of there you big baby," she smiled, pulling at me, "I'm hungry," she threw herself on me, "feeed meee!" 

I chuckled, "And you say I'm the big baby." I threw the covers off and slid to the floor, intending to put my boxers back on. 

"Kara, where are my..." I trailed off. She was wearing them, swinging her hips in some kind of victory jig. I sighed, pulling on my shorts instead. Kara 'boxer-stealer' Devine (creative namesake I know) had struck again. She was notorious for stealing my boxers after sex. I have no idea what she did with them, but I liked to think she was stockpiling them for Christmas or a birthday present. She had probably cost me a small fortune in underwear. 

"We need to stop at my room first," I said, eyeing my boxers. 

"How come?" She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a lacey black bra, shrugging into it quickly. I was saddened to see her petite tits go away and I made sure she saw it on my face before pointing to her newly acquired boxers. 

"You don't want me to chafe do you?" The cargo shorts I was wearing were not conducive to going commando. 

She bit her lip, "I would kiss it better if you did." She ran her hands over my boxers and gave me her sexy face. "Daniel, you leaked in these." 

I must have blushed, because she giggled and rubbed the fabric against herself, continuing to give me the eyes. "Did you turn yourself on that much doing those things to me?" 

"Maybe," I admitted sheepishly. 

"Aww," she made me blush harder. Pulling on some jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, she tossed me my own shirt and waited as I got dressed. I hefted my bag and made for the door behind Kara. We were two floors down when we ran into Cynthia coming up the stairs. I had passed Kara and was leading the way. 

"Hey guys!" she chirped brightly, surprising me by making extended eye contact. She looked at Kara after a moment and smirked, before turning back to me. "Heading for food?"

"Yup, wanna come?" I asked, extending the courtesy. Kara jabbed me in the back but fortunately not hard enough for me to show it. 

Cynthia smiled at me and tucked her hair behind an ear before replying, "I would love to, but I've already eaten."

"Dang, maybe next time," I smiled back. Kara jabbed me in the back much harder this time, using her nails. I jumped, but I managed to disguise it by shifting my backpack. 

"Yeah, that would be fun," she replied, "Well, I need a shower, so I'll see you guys later."

"See ya tonight, Cynthia," Kara chimed in. I could feel the venom from her voice dripping down the back of my neck. We headed our separate ways, but it wasn't until we were outside that Kara said anything. 

"Did you see the way she was looking at you!" she nearly yelled, clenching her teeth in anger. 

"What are you talking about?" I was legitimately confused. 

"She was giving you the fucking doe eyes! And oh, you should have seen the look she gave you as you passed her! Oh my god, I might have to kill her."

I laughed, "Really?" 

"Daniel," she growled. 

"Oh shit," I laughed, backing away with my hands in the air. 

She scowled at me, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly. "She hits on you so much," she grumbled, squeezing my hand possessively. 

"She does?" I asked incredulously. 

"You can't be serious?"

"Kara, I've been with you for a while. I haven't been hit on in quite some time. I can't even remember what it looks like from the other side anyways." She gave me a confused look even as her eyes softened fractionally.

"Fine, but it doesn't help that you're so nice and charming around her."

I let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her cheek, "I'll try to be more of an asshole, just for you, sweetheart." She made a happy little noise and pulled away so she could take my hand again. By now we'd made it to my dorm building and were headed up to my room on the first floor. Navigating the maze-like hallway, we reached my room and headed in. My roommate wasn't there so I didn't hesitate in dumping my bag and then my shorts. 

"Mm, I wish you would drop your pants that quickly for me," Kara sighed. 

I fished through my dresser, "Oh please! Just because I kept them on this time to make you suffer doesn't mean anything." All of a sudden she was pushing against my back, making me jump into the solid wood dresser cock first. She was doing exactly what I had done to her.

"Ow, Kara, ow," I groaned as she pressed harder. Her face was pressed between my shoulder-blades and her hands slowly crept around me, heading for my crotch. I could feel myself hardening just from the simple anticipation of her soft hands. "Kara," I whispered. 

Her breathing was heavy, "Yes, Daniel, again."

"There is no way you're still horny."

"Still? No," she purred lustily, "again." The urge to do what she suggested was so strong. 

Her hands were around my cock at last, "Oh god, Kara." I turned in her arms to find her t-shirt halfway off and the button to her jeans undone. She was out of them a moment later, naked in front of me once more. 

"Yes, Dan, that's it," she coaxed me towards my own bed. We never made it to my bed however, the chair was much closer. Kara shoved me into the stiff wooden chair so hard it felt like I bruised my tailbone. She was on me a second later, smothering me with her lips. She kept one arm wrapped around my head while the other hand seized my cock. 

"Mm," she was breathing heavily now, giving me the eyes like it was her job, "you're lucky I'm in this condition, baby. I'm going to get you to fuck me properly tonight." With that she slowly lowered herself down my shaft.

I groaned, feeling every bit of me sinking deeper inside her. "Properly?" 

"Mmhm," she sighed, hitting bottom, "when I don't have to suffer for it or do all the work."

"Oh, you poor thing," I said, dripping sarcasm as she slowly began grinding her hips against me. She leaned back and I ran my hands over her tight stomach up her chest. My large hands easily engulfed her small breasts and squeezed, causing her to throw her head back, sending her sable hair in all directions. She really started moving then. This is when I was grateful for all the exercise she got; there was no way I could do what she did. Using just her legs, she began lifting herself up and letting herself down on my shaft. Combined with the up and down motion that was more than fantastic in and of itself, she bucked her hips forward and back with each vertical shift. Now, I was still tingling from her room not too long ago, so this wasn't going to last, not with her being so amazing and all. 

It had to have shown on my face because she leaned back towards me and wrapped my head tightly in her arms, pulling me into her chest. "Make me cum," she whispered huskily. My hands were still on her chest and I used them to push her back. She leaned back, still riding me steadily and gazing at me with glazed over eyes. I squeezed her again and let my fingers move directly to her nipples, pinching and twisting them. She gasped, biting her lip in a feral grin, her head swaying almost drunkenly. She was getting closer now if my experience with her was any judge. I took one hand away from her tits and wrapped it around her waist, and, while she was rising up, I began pumping in and out of her furiously. She cried out, her voice dying in her throat and I pulled her down to kiss her, still thrusting into her hard. Her legs locked up and her face contorted in pleasure as her climax neared. 




Divine



Authors note: This is a revision to Divine Bliss. I added more depth to the characters and also some background to Calise. Hope you enjoy. Questions or comments are welcome. I promise I wont get mad...lol

Enjoy

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"Where are we going?" Calise asked her best friend of ten years. They had been driving for a little over an hour and she was tired of seeing desert out of the car window. When Shauntea arrived at Calise's house tonight all she said was get dressed. That was it. She refused to tell her where she was taking her.

Shauntea and Calise met in high school. They hit it off right away when they found out they shared the same birthday. The pair had been inseparable ever since.

"Just enjoy the ride," she said as wiggled her eyebrows. Calise just shook her head and laughed at her friend. This was so like her. Fly by the seat of your pants was Shauntea's motto. 

At twenty-six years old, Shauntea was beautiful. She had long brown hair, hazel eyes and a pretty smile. She also had a good four or so inches on me, standing at about five foot seven.
 Calise on the other hand was average. If you consider short, curvy and ordinary average. She never really cared much about her looks though. What she did care about was clothes. Any designer label you could name she owned it. Tonight she wore Dior. Black skinny jeans that hugged every curve, a white loose fitting, off the shoulder top with silver stilettos. She had her hair pulled into a ponytail with a few stray curls spilling about her face. 

Shauntea on the other hand went for the more risqué look. She was wearing a short red dress with a plunging neckline, silver accessories and five inch heels. Her hair was down around her shoulders.

As Calise looked out the window again she saw civilization start to reappear and got excited. 

"Finally," she thought, "I can get out of this freaking car and stretch my legs." 

They pulled into the parking lot of a local club called Luanne's. It looked a bit run down on the outside, but the parking lot was full, so how bad could it be?

As Calise looked around at their surroundings she took a deep breath. She knew Shauntea would be trying to hook her up with practically every guy that came up to her and showed interest. 

Shauntea was of the firm believe that Calise should get laid. It had been a campaign of hers for awhile now. She had been trying to convince Calise to either get another boyfriend or at least grab a gorgeous guy and jump his bones.

Calise just smiled to herself. Shauntea always had some guy running after her like a lost puppy. She figured Calise should have the same for herself. But since Calise left college she had her fair share of relationships, but she never stayed around long enough for things to get serious. She learned early on that love just wasn't for her; the whole im yours your mine routine just didn't work. Instead she had fun with no strings attached. The opportunity just hadn't presented itself lately. 
They walked together to the bouncer at the front door. Shauntea smiled at him. The man didn't even try to hide he was checking her out. 

When they walked inside Calise was shocked. Though the outside showed signs of neglect, the inside was beautiful. There were people everywhere. Some were dancing on the spacious dance floor or at the bar along the far wall. There were even a few couples hooking up in some booths located around the room. A DJ had his set-up on an elevated platform and in the center of the room was a circular stage on which stood a black baby grand piano. All in all it seemed like everyone was enjoying themselves.
Calise started to sway to the music when she realized she was alone. As she was looking around for Shauntea, she heard her voice over the speakers. "Hello everyone, my name is Shauntea. How is everyone tonight? I want to introduce a very close friend of mine...Calise, get your ass up here and sing us a song."

At that, the crowd went wild, and a few heads were turning to see who this infamous Calise was. She just shook her head and smiled. Shauntea had finally found a way to get her to sing where she couldn't say no.
Calise walked up on stage to cheers and whistles. Shauntea was leaning over talking to the piano player. Calise couldn't see him at first but as Shauntea moved he slowly came into view. Behind the piano sat the sexiest man Calise had ever seen. And he had the nerve to wink at her.

He started playing a song Calise had sung a thousand times. 'It Kills Me' by Melanie Fiona. As the first cords struck she felt herself transforming. Music was a release for her. She rolled her head and let the first notes flow from her lips. "I've had trouble with my friends, trouble in my life, problems when you don't come home at night." She put as much emotion into each word as she could. As Calise looked out at the crowd, she saw that they were caught up in the rich alto of her voice. She swayed her body to the music and the song that was special to her. The music complimented her voice perfectly. As if they had sung together many times before tonight. 

As the song reached its crescendo, Calise let lose with everything she had, expertly running the notes around her tongue as they left her mouth. This was why she sang; The pure joy of it. While she was singing the Sexy Piano Man kept smiling at her. She was enjoying myself immensely. It seemed like forever since she had had that much fun. 

As the song came to an end the piano played a few extra notes completing the piece. The crowd didn't respond for a few seconds but then erupted into applause. Calise smiled, and took a bow. The crowd was going crazy. She said thank you, took one final bow and left the stage. Shauntea was waiting to give her a big hug. "I knew you could do it girl, you sounded beautiful." Calise just smiled and went to get a drink.

As Shauntea and Calise were sitting at the bar, Calise felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around it was him, Mr. Piano Man. "Hello beautiful," he said. "Calise, isn't it?" She nodded. This man took away her ability to speak. "You were amazing up there. I enjoyed listening to you."

"Thank you," she said, finally finding her voice. "What's your name?"

"Deondre. Its nice to meet you."

"Oh my God...this man is fine." Calise thought as she gave him a thorough once over. He looked about five seven or five eight...slender but not too skinny. He had a short hair cut with waves in it. His eyes were squinted like he had an Asian background. Dark skinned and his lips. She could go crazy kissing those lips. "It's nice to meet you, too. Would you like to join us?" Calise asked turning around to Shauntea who was smiling from ear to ear. "What are you smiling at?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Look, I see a friend of mine over there. I'll be back in a sec." With that she took off. Calise turned back around to Deondre to see him ordering a red wine.

"You want one?" he said pointing to his drink.

Calise shook her head. "I'm a jack and coke kind of girl."

"Hey Jerry. Get the lady a jack and coke on the house."

She looked over surprised. "On the house? You must have worked here awhile to get that kind of pull," she said, impressed.


"Actually, I'm the owner. Luanne was my grandmother." She nodded her head approvingly. A successful businessman. A welcomed change. 

"So Calise," he said, moving closer. "How long have you known Shauntea?"

She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. "Sounds like I'm not the only one."

He put his head down and shook it for a second. When he returned his eyes to hers he smiled. "Well, I do have a bit of a confession. Shauntea's been feeding me information on you since I seen you at one of the banquets she hosted," he conceded.

Shauntea had been a caterer and event planner for the last seven years and she was really good at what she did. She had an eye for color and knew just what to serve at her events to compliment the decor and theme of the evening.

Deondre took a sip of his drink. "I've been trying to get her to bring you here for a while. But she said you would always find some excuse on why you couldn't come."

Calise laughed at this. Shauntea had been asking her for months now to go out with her to this club outside the city, but she always declined. She was always either to busy studying for my degree or writing.

Deondre continued, "I think you are really beautiful Calise. And I've never been one to beat around the bush." He leaned closer whispering in her ear. "The truth is, I want you." Did he just kiss my neck? "I want to show you a good time." He finished with a nip to her ear. She couldn't help the shiver that went down her spine. She was going to kill Shauntea after this. Or maybe she might just kiss her. "What was going through this guys head. He barely even knows me." Calise thought.

"This is it," Deondre thought, "she's finally here. I've been waiting on her for months now. Took Shauntea long enough to get her here. She was worth the wait though. She is beautiful. 

He looked her in the eyes and said, "Come with me baby. I wanna show you something." Against her better judgment she took his hand and let him lead her to a long hallway off the dance floor. They came to a door and stopped in front of it. When he opened it she knew immediately that this was his office. The room was large but not excessively so. It was masculine but done in taste. There was wood everywhere. Different shades of tans and browns made up his furniture with little pops of red here and there. There were book shelves lining three of the four walls. And on the forth, the one with the door, was a leather couch. His desk was beautiful. It stood out from everything else because it had an antique look to it when everything else was otherwise modern. The base of the desk looked like a tree trunk without the roots, and had a big piece of glass adorning the top. The wood looked over a hundred years old. 

"That's beautiful," she said, pointing at his desk. She turned to face him and saw the appreciation in his eyes. He would have to thank his decorator next time he spoke with her. 

Deondre walk over to a side table by his desk that held a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses. Pouring a shot, he looked over at Calise. 

"So what has Shauntea been telling you about me?" Calise asked him as he handed her the shot and poured himself one.

"Not to much. That you are going to school to be a psychologist, that you love to bake and that you write poetry. I would love to hear some it one day. I didn't ask anything personal because I wanted to her that from you when I asked" he finished with a smile.

Calise smiled, but on the inside her mind was spinning. He was taking a lot of interest in her. She was starting to wonder why. 

"Its pretty quiet in here. You cant even tell we are in a nightclub." Calise said changing the subject.

Deondre saw what she did and just went with it. Personal questions could be answered later. "Yeah I had the room sound proofed. Comes in handy in times like these." he said chuckling. 

Calise was leaning up against his desk looking at all the books that he had. There had to be at least a thousand books lining the shelves. She noticed that Deondre had gone quiet. When she turned her head to face him she took a deep breath. He was looking at her with so much lust in his eyes, it made her heart skip a beat. He had his shirt unbuttoned and was walking toward her. He dimmed the lights as he walked to her with a remote he held in his hand which only made him look even sexier. If his chest was any indication of how the rest of his body looked, he was built like a god. He had a flat stomach with abs that showed he frequented the gym often. There was no hair on his chest and he had a tattoo on his left bicep. He grabbed her hand and led her to the brown leather couch.
Calise took a deep breath. "Here we go." she thought. 


"God she's beautiful" Deondre said to himself. "Just looking at her in those tight jeans and stilettos is getting my dick hard." As he looked at her, he slowly lowered his mouth to hers. As soon as his lips touched hers he knew he was right in seeking her out. Something in him told him she was who he had been looking for to fill that empty space in his life. 

'Whoa,' Calise thought. She didn't know that she actually said that out loud. 'What was that? His lips feel like electricity.' She just stopped thinking and started to enjoy what he was doing. His lips were so soft. He licked her bottom lip, causing her to open her mouth for more. The man could kiss. He reached his hand up and started caressing her breast. Damn it felt good. He started flicking her nipple with his finger and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat. She grabbed his belt and started to undo it. He had already started on the buttons of her shirt. 

He moved her hands away, "Turn around."

It was a command not a request. Calise turned and felt him come up behind her. He slowly peeled her shirt off and let it float to the floor. Sliding his fingertips under the straps of her bra and guided that off as well. With his tongue, he traced a trail down her shoulder smiling when he heard her moan. Deondre kept kissing her and watched her head roll back to expose her neck. He turned her around and cupped her breast. Leaning his head down he drew he nipple into his mouth. Calise hissed in a breath. What he was doing felt so good. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed it into her breast so he wouldn't move. She moaned arching into his mouth. He licked circles around her nipple as he pinched and flicked the other. He shifted a bit to undo her skinny jeans and peel them off her. All she had on now were those stilettos and a black lace thong. His mouth watered as he lowered her onto the couch. He slowly took her panties off and spread her legs. 

ó"Play with yourselæ!for me baby,

"Mmm, just like that," he said, as he started on the belt of his pant. He undid his zipper and with a flick of his wrist, his pants pooled at his feet and exposed his dick; nine inches long and thick. Calise knew she was in for a ride, and she was going enjoy every minute of it. 

Once Deondre was completely naked, he lowered himself to his knees in front of Calise. He moved her hand out of the way. Pulling her body lower to the edge of the couch, He leaned down and gave his first lick.

"Oh...my...God...!" she moaned. This man had a wicked tongue. He circled her clit and then pulled it into his mouth to suck on it. He moved down a bit and plunged his tongue into her pussy, fucking her hard. Calise grabbed the sides of his head trying to prevent him from moving. This shit was amazing. She started grinding her pussy into his face. He replaced his tongue with two fingers and went back to her clit. He flicked back and forth until she could feel her climax approaching. With one long suck of her clit, he brought her nut on with such intensity she was seeing stars. 

He leaned down and took a condom out of his pants pocket. Once he had it on, he placed the tip of his huge dick at her entrance. He looked up into her eyes and with one sharp move he plunged in all the way to the hilt.

"She feels like heaven." Deondre thought. He pulled out slowly and then buried himself again within her with a hard thrust. She called out his name in a husky voice, making him so hard it ached. He grabbed her leg and put it over his shoulder and set a steady pace pulling all the way out until just the tip of him was left inside and burying himself again. He rubbed her clit as he pounded into her. A high pitched moan escaped out of her mouth and he felt the first spasms of her second climax start to grip his member. he went harder and faster as her second climax had her panting. 

Deondre pulled out and flipped her over and mounted her from behind. Grabbing the tail of her hair he pounded her with hard sure strokes. She called his name as he beat her pussy up. She could feel all nine inches of him. He pressed on her back until her head was on the couch. He grabbed her ass and started with fast short strokes and began to feel that familiar tightening in his balls. With a low guttural moan from deep within his chest, his seed spilled from him. He leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her spine. As their breathing returned to normal he said "Im gonna get us something to wash with. I'll be right back." He slid out of her and pulled on his pants. Walking out of his office , he went into a private bathroom across the hall.

"That was amazing," She thought, "But its time to go. He acts like he wants more than I can give him." Calise grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly. She found a pen and paper and scribbled a note to Deondre on it and left his office. Shauntea was waiting for her at the bar when she entered the lounge area. She nodded her head toward the door and kept walking. Shauntea got up and followed Calise, getting her drift. "Hopefully Deondre doesn't come back into his office until I leave." she thought as she rushed out.

When they got to the car, Shauntea threw Calise the keys. She shook her head, because she knew what Calise was doing. She was running again, as had become her habit. "Was he good?" she asked her.

Calise let out a bark of laughter. "Fan-fucking-tastic." she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road and headed east back toward home. "This was a crazy ass night," Calise thought. "I met a man who was sexier than any I had seen in a while, and he was great in the sack. He also scared the shit out of me. He had been seeking me out for months? Only guys looking for a relationship did things like that. And I cant give him that, not now, not ever.

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"Sorry I took so long. The bouncer had a guy in the back for caus..." Deondre looked around his office but Calise was no where to be seen. He looked to his left sand saw a piece of paper on his desk. He walked over and picked it up.


 Deondre,
Thanks for a good time tonight.

Had to run tho. Maybe we can do 

it again....who knows what the 

future holds.
Xoxo Calise**

Deondre couldn't believe it. She ran. He leaves his office for a few minutes and she runs. He took a deep breath and took his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Shauntea's number.

"You've reached Shauntea Richards. Leave a message."

"Shauntea, this is Deondre. I know you know where she is." He laughed." Tell her to call me. I know we went kinda fast tonight but I want to get to know her. Anyway call me when you get this message. 

He hung up and swore under his breath. He was this close to having her. He couldn't give up now. His grandmother had told him when he was a little boy, "Your soul mate will come to you and when you find her you will know." His grandmother had been 'a bit of a psychic' as his mother used to say. She always said it with a joking smile but when grandma spoke, people listened. When she told him this, he stored it away and never forgot it. Now her words had come true. It was just his luck too. He was starting to get sick of his cold bed at night. Calise was just the woman he needed to warm it up.
He went to the lounge area and walked up to his assistant manager. "Hey Matt, I'm going to head out early, you good here?"

"Yeah D, we good, you alright?"

"No, but I will be," he said, chuckling. He went and locked his office, grabbed his car keys and headed for the parking lot. He got into his BMW and pulled out.

He lived about twenty minutes from the establishment. When his grandmother died five years ago and left him the club he felt blessed because he loved it; he had watched it go from a struggling business to a regularly frequented hot spot.




Divine



When he first inherited the club he immediately started renovating. He gutted the entire inside and remodeled it to showcase live performances and bands. To make it more than just a club. He hadn't gotten to the outside yet but it was on his to do list.

He pulled into his driveway and shut the engine off. As he stepped into his living room, he put his keys down and turned the TV on. He hated the quiet that came with being at home. He wanted laughter, to hear his children running and playing. All he heard now was the sound of his own breathing. And you know. The TV.

He went into the kitchen and prepared himself a small dinner. When he was finished he took a shower and went to bed thinking about how he was going to get Calise to see that she was his, that they were meant to be together.

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It was around one thirty when the two best friends pulled into Calise's driveway. As She was unlocking the door she realized Shauntea hadn't said anything since they left the club. She was really quiet, which wasn't like her at all. "What's wrong with you?" Calise said.

"Why do you do that?" she asked. "Why do you run like that?"

Calise sat down on the couch in her living room. She looked Shauntea in the eye, debating if she should tell her. 

"Oh come on," Shauntea said, "I know what your thinking and I'm not leaving here until I get the whole story. I've seen you do this to too many men to just leave it alone."

Sighing in defeat Calise asked her, "Remember that guy I dated in college?"
"Yeah, I think his name was Carl, right?"

She shook her head. "Yeah, him. We dated on and off for two years before we decided to get serious. I did everything for that man, I mean everything. I never told you but he proposed to me. Yeah, I was ecstatic too. I started to plan the wedding but he told me he wanted to elope. I thought it hopelessly romantic. So we caught a flight out to Las Vegas and got a hotel room on the strip. Because it was so last minute I didn't pack a bag and neither did he. I also needed something to wear for the wedding. Carl said he was tired from the flight so to just go without him to get the things we needed." She took a deep breath. The next part was hard to say. "I left to the mall and was gone maybe two and a half hours. When I got back to the hotel I heard the shower running. I sat all the stuff I had bought on the bed and went to join him in the shower. I opened the door to the bathroom and Carl was on his knees with his head between some chick's legs. I couldn't believe it." 

As she was telling her story Shauntea just sat with wide eyes starting at her.

The girl saw me and tapped him on his shoulder. She had the nerve to smile at me. Carl got up and said "What are you doing back so early?" He didn't try to explain or anything. He just grabbed a towel and walked over to me. By then I had come out of my shock and lunged at the girl in the shower. Carl stopped me from reaching her. He grabbed me around my waist and took me into the main room. He told me to calm down. He started this whole spill about how he was sorry and he didn't mean for me to find out this way. I asked him why would he do that, to tell me what I did wrong. He told me I was a good woman, that I had a lot going for myself but that I was passionate enough for him. That he needed more out of his sex life and he didn't think that I could give that to him. I started getting angrier by the second. I asked him why did he even bring me all the way to Vegas just to cheat on me. Why not just tell me back home. I didn't even let him answer. I slapped the shit out of him, gave him a big Fuck You and left. I never looked back. He tried calling me a couple of times after that but it wasn't worth it," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"I found out later that the girl had been fucking him for over a year and he had flew her down on a separate flight. After a while I stopped listening to all the shit people were saying about him. It hurt to bad. Since then, I refuse to give myself to men. Well, my heart at least. Whenever I feel it getting too serious, I leave. I only stay long enough for it to be fun then go."
"So what happened with Deondre?" Shauntea asked her.
"He told me he had been looking for me for months. That told me he wants more than just sex. I can't give him that if that's what he wants."

Shauntea just looked at her friend. Her heart bled for the pain that she had gone through over that punk Carl. All of a sudden she gathered Calise in her arms and held her. For so long Calise had pretended that what happened didn't matter. That it was just a lesson. You live it, you learn it, you move on. But sitting here in Shauntea's arms, feeling the pain that she wouldn't let herself feel then, she realized it affected her more than she was willing to admit. But regardless of that or maybe because of it, she would never let a man be in a position to hurt her like that again.



Divine Afternoon



Just as we agreed, I arrive at the main entrance to your hotel.  You are there in a pastel pink sundress with a floppy straw sun hat with a matching pink ribbon.  An angel.  You immediately recognize my van from the description and wave.  You did not need to.  I could have found you in any crowd.  The Bell captain opens the door.  You smile at him.  He helps you step up.  I am sure he just wanted to touch your perfection before you rode out of his view.

We smile and make small talk.  Your show went well.  Yes, my projects are coming along.  And, so forth.  You ask again where we are going.  I tell you again just someplace special.  I threaten to blindfold you if you ask again.  You know I am teasing but figure I just might so you change the subject.  Looking closely, you can see the strain of too many long days and probably nights in my face.  I have been working too hard.  You’re flattered that I would take time from this schedule to be with you.  You can see joy and passion in my eyes and know that I am happy to be with you.  This could be a divine afternoon.

Soon we are crossing the Golden Gate Bridge.  The sun is high. The sky is clear and blue with just a few puffy clouds.  You can see for miles, riding high in my full size van.  Alcatraz stands starkly against the water.  Angel Island beckons with lush greenness.  The Marin shore approaches.  And we drive on.  I point out sights as we drive by.  Nothing important.  Occasionally, I reach across the car and touch your arm or caress your left breast.  The van is too wide to do more.  We drive for most of an hour.

You have been watching me closely.  I am older than you and carry more scars of life.  You were worried about the strain you saw in my face when I picked you up.  Now when I look over at you, the strain is almost gone.  There is more youth in my eyes and something else.  You shift in your seat at the thought glad that you had chosen this dress when I had just said comfortable.  

You ask again where we are going.  I chuckle and say somewhere special.  I add that we are almost there or I would blindfold you.  I slow and signal for a left turn.  We are on a small county road.  It seems too narrow for the van as we weave around the giant trees.  I drive smoothly around each one, slowing just enough.  You smile at my steady confidence and feel warm and secure, the maiden with the scarred warrior.   

Abruptly, the road widens into a turn around.  There are some old picnic tables, overgrown with moss and lichen.  It is like we are stepping back in time.  You wonder what matter of place is this.  You ask “ Is this the place ?”  

I smile.  “So close.  But still not quite”.  

I park the van near the tables.  I hurry and around to open your door.  I lift you out.  You know I am just checking for panties and smile.  You can tell from the look in my eyes that I am still puzzled. When I had teased you about taking you somewhere special and alone, you had told me that if you didn’t wear panties you might be in the mood.  I wanted to know but all good things come to those who wait.

I walked back to the back of the van and pulled out a daypack.  You enjoyed the expansion of my chest as I slung the little sack on my back.  The shorts and tank top did not hide much of the overall picture.  You could see the little curls of my dark body hair around each of the openings.  I caught you looking and just wink.  I think I know the answer now.  You ask about what is in the pack.  I smile and say everything we will need.

I take your hand and lead up into the forest.  There seems to be no trail.  Yet I know exactly where I am going.  The trees tower over us.  The silence is deafening.  You can almost hear my heart beat.  Then you realize that it is the distant ocean.  We go about 200 hundred yards.  It is like we have entered a corner of Eden.  

There is a small meadow before us.  Large trees surround it.  We are on a bluff overlooking the ocean.  If you look out between the trees you can see the surf driving against the shore.  Relentlessly grinding the rock to sand.  A dance of millennia.    You can feel the primal force of the place.   You turn and tell me that this must be it.

I smile.  I had known that you would feel it too.  Two old souls returning to a place filled with the old force.  What could be more divine? That one is clothed in a body of such youth and beauty and the other so scarred by live hardly matters.   I gently pulled you to me a kissed your cheek and your forehead.  Nothing more.  I was enjoying the timelessness of this place.  We have eternity to savor.

I break away and walk to a specific patch of sunlight.  I pull out a blanket and carefully close the pack.  “More surprises for later” I smile.  Spreading the blanket I beckon you to sit.  I sit behind you; one leg on either side.  The dark hair of my legs is in sharp contrast to the pink of your dress and the baby smooth skin of your sandaled feet.  I lean forward and whisper “Welcome to my special place.  This is where I come to escape and decompress.  Anything that happens here, I will remember forever.”

You turn, smile and kiss my cheek.  I am certain that the puzzle of the panties has been solved.  I love the answer.  Eternity beckons but I am still in control of my passions.  I pull you against my chest.  My nose is filled with the wonderful scents of life.  There is the forest.  The sea. You. Your sweet musk and a mysterious fruity aroma from your hair, Plumaria perhaps …

I am lost in you.  Your presence is intoxicating.  My hands move from your shoulders.  They roam without direction and purpose.  They caress your thinly veiled breasts.   The soft cotton of your dress is merely a covering for unwelcome eyes.  They roam your tummy feeling your navel.  They roam under your hair and caress the bare flesh of your neck.  My head bends down.  You can feel my warm breath.  I slide your hair aside.  I lick your neck.  I pull the edge of your ear with my lips.  You know that we are starting a dance.  Once started it will go to completion.  You can feel your passions growing.  A sweet warmth begins to fill l your body.  All doubt is gone.

You turn and kiss me full on the lips.  I kiss back.  Our tongues meet and dance the ancient dance.  In and out of each other’s mouth.  No script but just knowing what to do.  Your action gives guidance to my hands.  I untie the single bow of the crisscrossed straps of your dress.  The straps loosen.  I pull you back around against my chest.  You melt against me.  Your breath is more of a purr.  My hands slide under the edges of your dress.  I fondled your breasts.  Your nipples are hard and your breasts stand tall.  My long arms move my hands everywhere.  Your sweet treasures beckon.  I soon find the little patch of silky hair pointing to the promised land.  Your moistness breaks my last control.  I am ready to savor you with my eyes.  My cock has grown hard and insistently pokes your back.  

I help you stand.  The dress slowly falls to the ground.  It unveils your perfection to my hungry eyes.  I help you step out of the gown puddled at your feet.  My hands pull you to me. We kiss the kiss of lovers.  deep and trusting.  My tongue and lips start moving down your body.  I linger at each breast.  I linger at your navel, my hands caressing your tight ass.  My lips pull on the silky guidepost.   You shutter.  My tongue slips past the hood that guards your sweet treasures and begins its invasion.  I gently pull on your knees to guide you to your back.  You willingly comply.  I lick and touch you just a little bit more to get you started.

Then I withdraw and move to your feet.  You face is flushed.  You are not ready to have me stop.  I unfasten one sandal and then the next.  Your frustration is growing.  I tell you to touch yourself.  I will not touch you again till you come and then I won’t stop touching you till you are completely sated.  Hesitantly, you reach down and stroke your now dripping pussy.  I continue with your feet and legs.

Both sandals are off.  I kiss one insole and then the other.  I hold your feet aloft exposing your warm pussy and the tight rose bud of your anus.  Your hand is rubbing your pussy.  Your eyes have the glazed look I know to treasure.  Your passions are mounting.  I kiss each toe on both feet.  I gently suck each toe.  My talented tongue caresses each and every one.  I move forward and lick your calves.  The sweet torture of my patience is driving you crazy.  Yet I continue my slow licking.  You can feel my teeth gliding along your satiny skin.  Your hips are bucking.

I help you guide two of your fingers deep into your pussy. I return to massaging your legs.  I can hardly hang on as your body is rocked by passion as your emotions overflow with your first orgasm.  My tongue replaces your fallen fingers to insure that you ride it out.  You buck again.  You are hyperventilating.  And then you are still.

I straddle your chest.  In your eyes, I can deep pools of passion that could drown a man.  My heart is your for the taking.  Sitting over your chest, I knead your neglected breasts.  My goal is to work you to a second orgasm.  Sitting as I am, my growing cock gaps my shorts.  You can see my hairy balls tight against my body.  My cock strains for release.  You know I want you.  You can see the relentless sea in my blue eyes ready to pound on your sweet shores.

You pull my face down and kiss me.  Sweetly and then deeply.  You whisper, “Don’t wait.  I want you now.”

Your whisper breaks the dams of my self-control.  I pull my tank off.  I undo my belt, the snap and the zipper.  I stand over you and strip of the shorts.  No underwear but you had known that.  My erect cock is over you.  You can see the purple head swelling.  The veins of it engorged with blood.  My shorts slide down and join the rest of our unneeded clothes.

You moan.  I have been away too long.  I slide between your legs.  I pull your legs to my shoulders.  Your sweet treasure beckons.  I line the head up.  You wiggle impatiently.  I thrust forward parting your lips.  First the head and then slide in to the hilt.  Your pussy is already milking my cock.  I feel wave after wave of your passion.  I am no longer in control.  I am one with the sea.  Wave after wave of my passion crashes against your sweet shores as I pump in and out. I am in time with the sea.  Each wave crashing builds your passions.  My breathing is getting labored.

Your voice encourages me.  You are cresting.  We are approaching your high tide.  My waves keep grinding,  breaking down the last resistance.  You are mine.  I am yours.  We are one and our hearts beat with the forces of this special place.  You scream out, “Ohhhhh!.  Come with me! Fill me now.”  Your body quakes.  My world shatters.

Like a newly formed volcano, my passions erupt deep with in your pussy.  You can feel each surge of life.  I am your Adam.  You are my Eve.  Eden is re-found.  Your pussy milks each surge from my cock, three or fours times.  No one is counting.  I collapse on you and kiss you.  I am lost in your love.  I roll over to my back pulling you with me.   Holding you there, savoring the moment of oneness….

A while later, we are just cuddling.  It has already been a divine afternoon.  Your head is craddled in my arm.  The clouds float by overhead.  The beauty of this place filling us.  You reach over and caress my spent cock.  You ask, “What other surprises are in your pack?”

But that’s another story.



Divine Cat



He came into the cave. Tall, dark and handsome. His skin was golden, his hair jet-black and his eyes a feral shade of emerald. He was completely naked and looked perfect. There was no other like him. He was Ananga, spirit of the forest, the lord of the wilderness. He looked like a man, but he was unlike any man she had ever seen. He was immortal, and the beasts did his bidding.

She who waited for him was Sarai, daughter of the Tomashi village chief. She had been sent to lord Ananga, to do with as he pleased. She rose out of the darkness, to meet her strange fate. Whatever he wanted, he would take. Such was his way. None could resist him. Least of all her, frail thing that she was. He saw her as soon as he came into the sacred cave. A slender girl with black hair and dark eyes. A girl with golden brown skin. A beautiful girl. His prize. For he was Ananga, lord of the wilderness and servant of the Great Ones, the gods who ruled over all there is.

He stood there, and gestured. She came to him. He embraced her. She felt his hard, muscular body press against hers. He kissed her mouth. His hands caressed her breasts. She was not unresponsive. His feral passion was returned. She drew him down onto the cave floor. Their muscular bodies were entwined. She felt his hand between her legs, touching her most forbidden center. She ached for him. Their eyes locked. She wanted him. He wanted her. What he wanted, he took. She was glad to be taken into his irresistible embrace.

When he entered her, she gasped as his hard cock thrust into her womanhood. His strength was incredible, his touch enflamed her flesh, aroused her deepest feelings. She bucked against him. He went deep inside her. She cried out. He grunted, a sound not unlike the roar of a jaguar. He exploded within her, and she was flooded with his seed. Darkness enveloped them, and she saw his glowing eyes locked on her. She surrendered to his embrace, then she saw nothing at all.

When she woke up, the first light of dawn danced in the skies. The darkness was gone, and Ananga was gone with it. The lord of the wilderness was nowhere to be seen. The young woman did not look for him. He was not of her world, nor was she of his. They could never be together. The world of the immortals would never mingle with that of the mortals. Immortals sometimes visited the world of men. Ananga was the most unpredictable of the immortals. He was the one whom the Great Ones banished to Earth for his defiance. He was the one with the most savage passions. There were tales of his dalliances with the most beautiful of mortals. Apparently, he took whoever he wanted. Male and female alike. His passion knew no limits. He was believed to have sired countless offspring.

Sarai of the Tomashi people walked out of the cave. She began the long walk home. There was a radiant smile on the young woman's face. She remembered if the immortal lover who shared a cave floor with her the previous night would remember her. Perhaps he would. Perhaps not. So numerous were his loves. So unpredictable were his passions. He was unique, even among the myriad immortals who walked between the worlds of the gods and the abode of man.

As Sarai walked, she did not know that she was being watched. Watched by a savage-looking predator. A ferocious jaguar. The jaguar sat at the heels of its master. Its master was a tall, powerfully built being who looked like a man but wasn't a man at all. Ananga, the immortal. Lord of the wilderness. Master of the beasts. The terror and savior of all creatures in the jungle realm. Ananga watched the young woman, and all savage beasts, from the mighty Anaconda to the merciless crocodile and the fearsome panther avoided her path. This woman was protected by the lord of the wilderness and no mortal creature would dare challenge him.

When Sarai came home, she was greeted by her father and mother. They were pleased to see that their daughter was safe. The lord of the wilderness was unpredictable. Not of all of his lovers made it home. The songs were filled with the names of young men and women whom the feral lord discarded after they shared his ageless passion. Sarai was happy to be back among her people. They looked at her differently now. She had been in the embrace of one of the lesser gods. A great honor for any mortal. Her life would never be the same. She did not know that life was growing inside her. 

The lord of the wilderness is patient, and he is powerful. Although he is considered mad among the gods, there is always a plan at work in his unpredictable actions. Plans that gods and mortals alike often fail to understand. Ananga had great plans for Sarai and even greater plans for the life growing inside her. Out of the union of mortal and immortal would come a new life. This new life was a new being. This being would emerge upon the world of man, and that world would tremble at his feet.

The end.