4 comments/ 60116 views/ 4 favorites A Good Night By: Jay Richards One year my wife and I got into a few new things. We did pot, went to a nude beach, had parties. She has great natural breasts but always wore a bra. I always wanted her to be more sexual in public and go braless. I would like it if men looked at her tits and her nipples as they brushed against her shirt and poked through. We had a party one night and had a little wine before the guests arrived. It was the kind of party where I never knew who would show up, the word just got around. Good music, food, beer, booze and some dope. This night she came downstairs wearing a red button down silk shirt and jeans, no bra under the shirt. Her 36C breasts swayed under that fabulous red silk as she walked a sly smile across her lips. A dozen heads turned appreciatively. She purposely brushed by me on the way to the kitchen grinning as my eyes were feasting on her swaying tits and nipples poking through the red silk. “Happy now?” She whispered to me with a grin across her lips. We danced a few dances together, each time she backed into me and brushed across my cock her breasts swaying. Finally one song came on, and she stayed backed into me and I put my arm around her from behind and rested my hand under the blouse on her bare stomach. As we swayed from the music and wine, I slid my other hand around as well, and felt her take a sharp intake of air and swell her breasts against her shirt. "How do you feel?” I asked in her ear. “I feel great she said, don’t stop there” There was fifteen or twenty people around us all engaged in there own dancing and no attention was on us. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t know if we were being watched or not. I moved my hands up from her warm smooth belly and brushed the silky sides of her breasts and the undersides with my fingertips. She moaned slightly, and I whispered “everyone is watching us, should I go on?” I felt her nod “yes, I want them to see.” I un-buttoned her top and second and third button and kept swaying with her. Her breasts strained against the last button. My fingertips stroked her already hard nipples. I opened the last button and the front of her blouse parted. I cupped her breasts in each of my hands and stroked her nipples to long hardness. By then everyone had stopped dancing and was watching us. All eyes were on her fabulous breasts. I bared her breasts and tugged on her hard nipples. She whispered “take me upstairs” and I swept her up in my arms. I said “sorry folks" and brought her up to our bed. “I’m going to leave the door open” I said, and laid her down on her stomach. I went behind her and tugged her jeans down and began to lick her ass before they were all the way off. She hadn’t worn panties and the scent of her excited pussy was there. I tied a scarf around her still shut eyes so that she could not see the open door (no one had followed us) and I said “there are a few people watching from the doorway, what do you want?” She was breathless “I want them to se my swaying tits and you sucking me and fucking me” I reached around and drew off the red silk blouse and her breasts swung free her nipples swollen. I stroked her swaying breasts as I licked her shaven cunt and said that there were people watching us. As I said so, she convulsed and sat deeply onto my face and came. I reached up and cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She leaned back and moaned so loudly that I thought people would actually come running up to see if I was killing her. My face was drenched, with her wetness. My cock was still confined in my jeans and was killing me to get out. She turned around un zipped my pants and slid them down. My cock sprang up and she licked from my balls up the shaft to my now throbbing cockhead. She licked the pre cum that had started to ooze, and swallowed me to the root. I went back to sucking on her labia again, but in a few seconds I exploded in an ejaculation that nearly flew across the room. She was stroking my cock with her hand and tonguing my balls at the time. My ejaculate had landed half on her breasts and half on the sheet. I finger fucked her as I continued to to tongue her ass and labia. My cock was still hard and she sat on it sliding me deeply into her pussy as she said “so you liked my swinging tits under the red shirt eh’” I said "God yes", and she smiled again. A while later we went downstairs again, and were greeted by great applause and laughter from the crowd. The party continued into the night. A Good Night A good night 7:30, the blue Moyenne I was drunk again with no pussy. Shit. I realized this after 4 years of uni, 3 relationships and a good battering from those voices in my head. It's a wonderful life hey? Screw you 'Black' you never knew. Well enough of my wimpy moaning and onto the better part of the night. I took a casual drag of my green Marlboro and sipped a tall cold glass of fosters'. These objects, my friend, these are your true mates in times of need; they won't ever leave you, never walk out on you, never destroy your heart. Not like a woman. As soon as I started thinking about how much I hated them, I thought of Jenny. That one sweet little thing who cared for me; talked to me; loved me. She probably just felt sorry for a fattening, unsuccessful blow-over anyway. But that one night we made love, it was oh so sweet. Our bodies intertwined in an interlocking caress; each thrust and moan brimming with a burning passion as fiery and crimson as the sun itself. But that's history. I got a hard on; a man's worst enemy when in revealing clothing. Hmm.... Innocent like, I looked away like nothing had ever happened. But someone noticed. Shit. My gaze met a pair of emerald gems that pierced right into my spine; blocking any movement I tried to make. I was caught like a fly in her web; all I could do was stand there mesmerized. She looked down at the bulge in my pants and giggled naughtily. She knew exactly what I wanted and needed, and so did I. She slowly made her way towards me. She was the perfect female specimen; the epitome of flawlessness; an angel. Her silky dark curled hair blew around her stunning face like a halo. Long toned legs from years of athletics strutted out from under a tight fitting and low cut indigo dress; hidden under black nylons, flexing with every perfect stride she made. Her intoxicating musk flooded my nose and gave me a high no other drug has, and trust me on that one, I would know. Still, full of uncertainty and nervousness I remained still and looked forward. She stood right in front of me and leaned towards my ear. She whispered in a teasing breath of all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. My dick swelled further as she tempted me while playfully kissing and licking my neck. She knew what buttons to press and I soon thought my trackies were gonna give way to my rapidly swelling cock. A sudden wave of lust engulfed me as I surrendered to her firm grasp, leading me to a spare room upstairs. Things were finally getting good. 8:00, spare rooms above the club She wasted no time. She pushed me backwards with considerable force, causing me to clumsily lose balance (hey don't blame me, I was drunk) and I landed in a chair. She stripped off her dress, revealing an hour glass figure clad with a black lace bra and a suspender belt holding up those black nylons. My hard on kept raging and like a group of invading barbarians, beating hard on the castle walls. I could see she was excited too, her perky tits poking through the minute bra that barely held her beautiful melons. She ripped them off and her breasts exploded out. She walked over and started grabbing my bulge; taking a firm grasp of the shaft and rubbing the head with her thumb. She gazed while biting her lip at me; she was enjoying the pleasure and torture she was giving to me, clearly reflected in my moans, trembling and twisted face. Having teased me enough she pulled down my pants and released my throbbing dong from its imprisonment. She put it all the way down her throat and I gave out a yelp. She took it back up and stroked the swelling shaft while nibbling on the head. She looked up at me with those emeralds again and I was powerless. She massaged my balls as she took me down her throat. There was no sign of struggle or choking, she was experienced in the field. Her tongue precisely rubbed against the sensitive fraenulum and wrapped around my head sending me over the moon. I was about to blow but she soon realized and stopped. Catching my breath she soon came around for round two. She stopped me from getting up and straddled me cowgirl style. I was impressed. While smiling, she grabbed my cock by the shaft and ran the head across her beautiful labia. Slowly edging it in, I felt her warmth. Her moist pussy was wet and leaking, ready and primed to be rammed. As I slid in, the first thing I noticed were the prominent rings of muscle that ran along her vaginal cavity. My god, were they effective; massaging and milking my cock as it passed over each one. I was now fully inside and she leaned into me, pressing her beautiful breasts against my chest and wrapping her arms around my back. Her hips bucked and my legs trembled as she rode my cock. Never had I experienced a girl who was such a nympho and passionate about her 'work'. Never has Jenny or any other girl I was with provided me with such ecstasy. She was what my body wanted and needed. She tightened and relaxed her pussy, massaging and squeezing my cock, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. A savage rush of primal lust flooded me. I was no longer a slave to Jenny's love or anyone else's. That vow I made to keep 'pure' till our marriage was broken as I sinfully threw this girl onto the ground, spread her legs and drove deep inside her. She moaned and screamed in bliss, her body thrusting back up to meet my animalistic thrust with a carnal passion. Our tongues hugged as she clinged on my back, as I relentless ploughed through one of her orgasms after another. My body hardened on top of hers and my paced breath grew into rapid grunts. She knew I was careening towards my explosive release. She wrapped her legs around my body to hold me in. Her swollen pussy soon clamped around my cock as I slipped deeper and deeper inside her, even past her cervix. My buttocks clenched and she heard me whine. So she reached back, soothing and cradling my balls with her palm. She begged for me to fill her up and to give her every last drop. I plunged hard and deep and exploded uncontrollably inside her. Thick, voluminous spurts of hot cum rushed up from my balls into her fertile womb. Pulses of my seed tore through her belly, making her moan as I shuddered on top of her. As I emptied my balls into her with a shaky pant, the excess ran out of her pussy and onto the floor. We embraced and fell into an exhausted heap in the room. The next day, I woke to a bright sunshine and a limp dick. (Surprise surprise! ) My balls were aching and so was my head from the drinks last night. I took out my Malboros and lit up. I found a note on the table which read: Thanks so much for last night. You really made my day. T.P xoxo I grinned and set off for uni. Things were finally picking up. It was a good night. THE END A Good Night Kurt was nervous. She was meant to be there in fifteen minutes, it was quarter to six now and the movie started at six-thirty. She had told him she would be round to pick him up, it would just be easier that way. He had put on his favourite shirt; Navy blue and plain, he wore it everywhere he went and didn't feel the need to dress up tonight. He was also wearing his oldest pair of jeans, held up by a belt he had just gotten the week before, Kurt despised shopping and even more so when it was for pants. Kurt was expecting it to be a cool night as well and had decided to put on a light grey jacket that he had bought his first week in the city. Something he had begun to enjoy however was shoe shopping, wearing a new pair of grey converses he liked the way they went with his jeans and shirt. Trying to occupy himself, Kurt quickly sprayed some cheap cologne on, the same cologne he always wore, it was the only bottle he had after all. He then moved into his bedroom, propped himself up on the bed and continued reading a book she had demanded he look at a fortnight before, it was a soppy teen drama book, but he could never say no to her and her wishes. Kurt didn't understand why he was nervous, she was his best friend, they'd known each other since high school and this wasn't even a date, just the two of them catching up. Still, he found himself short of breath, his hands sweating and constantly adjusting reviewing his outfit mentally, wondering if maybe he did need to put on a flashier shirt. Pre date flutters but it wasn't a date and that un-eased him even more so. The beep of a jeep horn sent him spinning from the book. Throwing it on to the floor and leaping out of the bed, he dashed to the front door and stopped toe check himself. Quickly patting his pockets, assuring himself of all the things he would need; wallet to pay for the tickets, his phone and the keys to his tiny flat. Hurrying out the of the flat and slamming the door behind him, Kurt made the short dash to her car, opened the passenger door, jumped in and shut it behind him. The car was an eclectic mess, but that suited her personality, she could find order in this chaos where no one else could, the interior was filled with old make-up bottles, school books and CD's, he shifted his feet until they were resting somewhere they wouldn't crush anything. He looked at Polly for the first time that night, she was wearing a blouse with flannel patterning, she must of bought it at an op-shop or some other charity store, Polly always said she couldn't justify spending too much money on a blouse. Kurt secretly knew she just enjoyed looking through all the retro clothing that people throw away. Looking down to her legs, a skirt he had never seen her wear before; Black with a low hem, past the knees and a pair of matching shoes. On her head was an extremely cute headband tied above her brown bangs. Kurt liked it better when she wore her hair like that, it framed her face better. Polly smiled as she greeted him "Hey man, ready to go?" "Yeah no worries, lets head off," Kurt began saying as he slipped his seatbelt on, turning to her he continued " I like that head band thing, and the way you've done you're hair" as they pulled out of the narrow drive way of her building complex "Thanks yo, Joop again?" she sniffed the air and smiled at him again, tilting her head as she did. As she always did. "Of course" Kurt laughed, she always teased him about his lack of cologne choices. They drove for about half an hour to the cinemas, chatting and laughing the whole way there. The conversation was rarely forced between the two of them, despite all the time they had known each other, the pair found something to talk about. The fact they both loved to talk always helped as well. They discussed what had been happening with mutual friends, whose life was worse, what their plans were for the rest of the week and the books they were reading. "So are you going to be coming to the concert?" Kurt asked, he had wondered earlier whether he could convince her to come to one of the metal gigs he was heading to later in the year, despite all the common interests they had, musical tastes rarely crossed over, except for a few select bands. "Mmm, I don't know, I won't really like the music will I?" Polly spoke back to him, pulling into the cinema parking lot. "Still, it would be good to spend the day with ya and you might be able to enjoy your first mosh pit!" They both laughed at that. Arriving at the cinema just in time, they still hadn't picked out a movie. Polly was infamously indecisive and Kurt too polite to force someone else to see something they didn't choose. It came down to a choice between two movies. "So which is it then" Polly began "The one where the girl falls in love with the best friend, or the one where the best friend falls in love with the girl" she finished gazing back up to the showing board. "Tough choice, we might have to take a POLL-y." Kurt said, barely able to contain his smirk "What do you want to see?" Polly smiled disapprovingly of his terrible joke, she always laughed at Kurt's puns, out of pity or sincerity he still hadn't figured out. Still, she always laughed and that's all Kurt wanted. "I think the second movie sounds best" Kurt finally decided, "Might get to see some poor bloke get his heart ripped out" Kurt bought tickets for the pair as well as snacks for them to share inside. Entering the dimly lit theatre, Kurt gazed across the floor, spotting a few other pairs sitting away from each other. Polly quickly lead Kurt to the seats, the previews began and the pair would continuously decide on which trailers looked good, which ones they wanted to see and which they would avoid entirely. Once the movie really kicked Kurt extended his legs over the seat in front of them, there was never enough space for him to sit comfortably otherwise and no one was nearby so Kurt took the opportunity as it came. As he leant over to grab some snacks, Polly grabbed his hand and held it between the two. It wasn't in a romantic way, just a comfort thing, Polly liked to be held and the two were comfortable sitting this way. It was comforting for Kurt as well; he could never explain why but he was always more relaxed when he was with Polly, especially in situations like this, just enjoying each others company. The movie ended, Kurt and Polly followed the small crowd of fellow movie-goers file out of the door and out of the cinema. "Smoke?" Polly asked, as if Kurt's answer ever changed. "Of course" he said smiling back at her. Smoking was something they shared, almost none of Kurt's or Polly's friends smoked cigarettes and always tried to convince the two to stop, but as long as the other smoked they had no chance of slowing down. Polly paced away from Kurt, as she always did. Kurt leaned up against the wall and watched her. The way she took three or four steps and turned, walking back another few steps and turning again. Looking at the ground with such amazing intensity you would think she was solving the issues in the Middle East, when she could just as easily be thinking about when to next buy a pack of cigarettes so she didn't run out. They moved away from the cinema to find some food, Kurt led Polly around the corner, since he bought the tickets and snacks she had to pay for dinner. They got fish and chips and headed off to a small grassy area nearby, watching other people pass them, making stories about their lives from assumptions and judgements of their appearance, sharing cigarettes as they did so. It was a nice quiet evening, again, Kurt felt content just to be near her and enjoying themselves with the games they played. Once the food was finished and they realized the time, Polly and Kurt headed back to the car and started the drive home. The traffic was built up around this time of night and it looked like rain was going to come down on them as well. Kurt looked at her as she drove the car and just admired her. She always carried herself well, even in the car, with just him; she had that air of elegance and confidence that always got second turns from other people and the occasional nod of respect when people thought she was with him. He looked at how she occasionally flicked her fringe from her eyes. The way her nails were a different colour every time Kurt saw her; she seemingly had an endless supply of nail polish to surprise him with. Kurt knew she was beautiful, she always was, but tonight she looked something special. Her eyes too, so focused on driving he doubted he could of really gotten her attention if he had wanted too, she always put so much effort into the simplest things, always a perfectionist. Polly pulled into his driveway and hopped out of the car to walk Kurt to his flat, they could feel the light droplets of rain beginning to cascade around them and hurried to the overhand of his front door. "Kurt, this was fun, thanks for the movie" she leaned in to hug him "Yeah it was wicked, thanks for the food" he replied as they embraced. They broke the hug and she took a step back into the light that hung above his door. She was smiling, the same smile she always wore on her face. Her nose crinkled when she smiled in the most adorable way. He looked her up and down once more. Her shoes were some sort of eclectic Amazon style that he never understood could be comfortable, he knew she preferred barefoot anyway. Her skirt hung past the knee, tied in with the rest of her outfit with a wide belt that wrapped around her midsection. The blouse reminded him of a grunge band they were both into and was an unusual choice for her, generally she wore patterned shirts, but not ones like this, it was looked like a flannel shirt, but it suited her well, he couldn't remember her looking any prettier before. He looked at her face again, still smiling, the nose crinkled. Her eyes looking back at him, a few stray strands of hair hanging about them. Polly began to turn away, wishing him a good night and muttering something about seeing him tomorrow. Kurt found himself not wanting to wait till then, he couldn't wait till then. He didn't want her to leave, he wanted her to stay, he wanted to hold her and kiss her. He realized right there that there was no one else he could think of he wanted to talk to or see. He knew that he had to do something, so she knew how much she meant to him. As Polly moved away from him, Kurt moved forward. "Wait" Kurt said softly. Polly turned to him with a confused look on her face. Kurt moved in quick, grabbing the right side of her face with his right hand and moving her body closer to him with his left, he pushed her hair behind her ear and looked into her eyes. Polly looked back at him, confused and shocked at his boldness. Before she could say anything their lips met. Polly's lips were as soft as they looked, his lips were lightly pressed against hers, not forcing his way into her mouth like he did as a drunken teenager. The kiss lasted a few moments, but felt like an eternity to Kurt, millions of thoughts about what this kiss meant, why she wasn't responding, why she wasn't protesting, why she wasn't pushing back. His hand roamed down her curvy frame, resting lightly on her hips as the right hand held her cheek, rubbing it in a circle lightly with his thumb. Wordless, Kurt began to pull away, the kiss still lingering on his lips even after being apart for a few seconds. As Kurt opened his eyes he saw Polly looking at him again, this time with a different look than before. A look of clarity and understanding, of what was about to happen and how it should of happened long before. Kurt found himself unsure of how to proceed, luckily, Polly knew. Polly pushed Kurt up against the wall, the two embracing now, tongues dancing over and under each other, wrestling for control. Their hands roaming, he seized her ass and pulled them up, squeezing them. She ran her hands through his hair and threw both her arms over his shoulder, wrapping himself around his neck. Kurt lifted Polly up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The pair entangled, staggered into the flat, almost tumbling over the couch in the living room. He put her on top of the back of the couch and continued to kiss her there for a few minutes. It felt electric, to embrace her like this, already he could feel an erection brewing in his pants, but even this could keep him happy, to just be with her. Kurt's hand was running hard up and down her thigh as they kissed, even brushing against her crotch, she gasped every time he did this, he loved to tease, but knew she couldn't possibly wait any longer. Stumbling into his bedroom, Kurt threw Polly onto the bed. Without a seconds hesitation, like an animal he moved down in between her thighs, hoisting up her black skirt, not wanting to wait for her to take it off and moving aside the zebra striped panties she had worn. Gazing at the clean shaven beauty before him, he breathed in her smell and looked up to her. She was taking off her blouse and bra, her hair was becoming a mess and he couldn't believe how sexy it looked like that. She flung the bra and blouse across the room, landing on the floor behind him; she leaned back as he began to attack her pussy. Licking and kissing and probing at her folds, he could feel the waves of heat and pleasure emanate out of her. He had never had such primal sexual energy when performing this act before and he was getting as much out of this as she was. Finally exposing the clitoris he began to flick at it with his tongue and then change tacts with long, broad strokes of the outer lips. His hands were moving from between her breasts and stomach, trying to touch and hold the entirety of her wonderful body. Twisting and tugging on her nipples as he ate her out, Polly was squealing with pleasure. The mixture of pain and pure ecstasy was almost too much to handle for her and Kurt could feel her breathes getting shorter and shorter as he continued playing with her. His right hand came down to her pussy again, he pushed two fingers deep into her as he sucked on the head of her clitoris. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter by the second and loved knowing how horny she was getting because of him. As he did this, his left hand searched behind her back, running down her skin until he found her ass. Continually eating her out and pushing his fingers in and out of her, his left hand also began to push. Kurt used his left hand to lightly rub the outer area of her asshole, probing and teasing, hinting at what was yet to come. Polly was on the edge of climax and she wasn't being quiet about it either. Gasping and screaming out, she could barely contain herself, praying that nobody thought someone was being attacked. Feeling his fingers rub the outer edge of her asshole, she let it all go. She came, shoving his face deeper into her thighs, trying to get him as deep as possible to get the most out of what would soon be one of many orgasms. Kurt stuck one finger knuckle deep into her ass as she came, pushing deeper and deeper into her and filling all the holes of her body. He could feel every single contraction and pressure on both his finger in her ass and the two in her pussy as she moaned so loud even he was shocked. Squeezing out every last contraction, shaking with the remnants of the amazing orgasm she just had, Polly finally exhaled with relief. Looking down at him she smiled the widest grin he had ever seen and said "Fuck...that was beyond...fuck" Kurt had to laugh at that, for someone who was so full of words and conversation the fact that she was speechless spoke wonders about his skills at giving head. "My turn" she slyly said, patting the bed sheet next to her. Kurt hopped up from where he was onto the bed, still fully clothed but highly sexually charged, his underwear was straining against his erection. Unzipping his jeans, Polly pulled them own to his ankles and got a first look at what she would be playing with tonight. Kurt had never considered himself big, average at best, but the smile and reaction her got from her washed away all doubts he had. She tugged at his underwear, his cock popping out from underneath the fabric; he shivered as she breathed over it. She smiled again, quickly rubbing it once, then again with her hand. Pre cum dripped from the head of his cock as her mouth sank lower and lower on to him. Lightly sucking the tip, Kurt let out a small groan of pleasure, looking down; he saw her looking directly back at him, smiling at him with her eyes, he always enjoyed head more if the girl made eye contact and she seemed to know this out of instinct. She moved further and further down the shaft until her nose was in his lightly trimmed pubic hair, showing off her impressive skills at cock sucking, he had always thought she would be good. She pulled back, letting go of all pressure and spitting into her hand to give it more lubricant, she began to stroke his cock. She twisted her nipple while she did this and Kurt ran his hand down her shoulders, trying to hold her as she gave him one of the best feelings a guy can experience. She bent down again and licked the underside of his cock, tasting the pre cum as the tip of her tongue ran over his throbbing head. She sucked lightly at the end again, teasing him some more. He moved her hair so he could get a good look at what she was doing, he could see her lips part as she moved down and back up on his cock slowly with her mouth, applying more pressure as she went up then down. It was driving Kurt insane he wanted more, but she was in total control of what was happening. That is, until he could stand it no more. After only getting head for around two minutes Kurt sits up and grabs Polly by the hips. Turning her around and lifting her up he bends her over the bed; Kurt stands up behind her and rubs the head of his cock on the lips of her pussy. She exhales, waiting for him to go in. "Do you want to do this, we can stop here" Kurt asks, making sure this is what she wants "Don't you fucking dare stop" Polly snapped back and with that, pushed into him. The warmth and tightness of her pussy pulls him in further and further, he starts slowly at first, thrusting in and out at a slow pace, but he is just filled with such lust for her that he can no longer control himself. At full pace he slaps his hips against her ass checks, balls deep in her pussy. He raises his hand and slaps it hard onto her ass checks, she lets out a loud moan, again, Kurt raises his hand and brings it down even harder, and this time the moan is louder. Once more he raises his hand, constantly moving in and out as he does this, rubbing against the inner fold of his pussy with his cock, he brings his hand down this time as hard as he dares, slapping her beautiful round ass, Polly yells out in pleasure. Taking his right hand again, he moves it up her body and grabs a fist full of hair. Tugging and pulling it back, forcing her back to arch, allowing him to enter deeper into her. She moans with the pleasure of it, feeling him pull back on her hair as his cock runs in and out of her wet pussy feels too good to even think about the noise she was making. The bed was squeaking and Kurt swore the room was spinning he was that close to Euphoria. Nearing the edge of explosion, Kurt begins to slow down, he leans forward, still inside of her and whispers. "Do you trust me?" he breathes on to her as he pulls back. "Yes, of course" Polly breathes out her reply, shivering as his breathe catches the back of her neck. "Good girl" Kurt says back and grabs her again. Moving onto the bed, he lays down on his back, motioning for her to sit on top him. Kurt faces her away, he holds onto her ass checks as she lowers her pussy onto him, feeling the warm and the wetness envelop his cock is indescribable. Down she goes, breathing out as she does, all the way down until she is as deep as he can go. Back up now, getting her rhythm Polly increases the pace. The feeling is amazing on his shaft and head; tight and wet he still can't believe he is with her, his best friend and now his best lover. She can feel him, throbbing inside of her. He grabs her hair again, this time with the left hand, pulling lightly own so she can feel it. She bites her lip; she loves it when he grabs her hair like that. A Good Night The pace is quicker now; she is riding on top him, moving around in circles, hitting her. She finally hits her g-spot and continues riding in that one spot. As she does this, Kurt begins to press one of his fingers into her ass again, she can feel him pressing through, knowing his entire finger must be in her now, and it feels incredible. Like she is completely full as he moves his finger in and out of her. Squeezing down on his cock she feels another orgasm about to hit, she rides harder still and feels a second finger enter her ass. If she felt full before she is completely stuffed now, she can't believe how quick he was too do this, but knew she liked it too much to ask him to stop. Riding the waves of her second orgasm, she finds herself completely out of breath, almost un able to move but not daring to stop. She moans to Kurt "Please, Kurt, harder...faster, I-...I need MORE, I'm coming!" Reaching up with his hand that was previously pulling on her hair, he grabs her tightly by the neck. "Good girl" he growls, as he feels her orgasm wash over his cock buried inside of her, he releases her neck again as she leans back into him and feels her orgasm subside. He begins to slowly thrust again as she rides into him, facing him now he can see every facial expression as she feels him go in and out of her pushing deeper into her pussy, she feels him brush against hr g-spot and a rippling shiver pulsates from her pussy out into the rest of her body. Two fingers in her ass now and feeling like a truly dirty girl she hears Kurt speak out. "Fuck, Polly I'm gonna come now as well" moaning like she did before, Kurt feels himself about to explode. She makes the snap decision, she wants it inside of her. "It's ok, I'm on the pill, come inside me, please Kurt, come inside my pussy" she moans to him, feeling on top of the world. Those words tipped him over the edge, feeling his balls drain completely he comes, loudly he groans out, speaking her name, she can feel the hot semen squirting inside of her pussy, she puts her hands on his chest and lightly scratches down his body as he comes inside of her. After ten seconds or so, Polly begins to feel his cock becoming softer inside of her until her stops thrusting completely and smiles at her. When it's done, she spins around, his cock popping out her dripping pussy. Licking his now soft cock, cleaning off his and her juices and savouring the taste of the amazing sex they just had. Kurt lightly grabs Polly's chin, pushing it up to his and kissing her lips. They begin to hold each other, kissing again, hands searching over each others bodies. She slips his shirt off and rubs her hand down his chest as she rests on top of him. Polly's hair is lightly brushing the side of Kurt's face and Kurt's tiny stubble is tickling Polly as they kiss. His hands move down her body again, squeezing her breasts and moving over her hips, he finds her pussy again and knows what he wants to do. Already hungry for more, Kurt rolls Polly onto her back, kissing her lips, then the tip of her nose, his hands run over her shoulders and through her hair. She closes her eyes as Kurt kisses her forehead. Seeing this, Kurt quickly leans in and delicately and lovingly kisses her eyelids. Polly's stomach flutters as he does this, she can't believe how delicate he can be one minute, and fierce and animalistic the next. Kissing more now, Kurt moves down her body, lightly kissing her neck and her shoulders. Moving on to her breast Kurt takes one nipple into his mouth and lightly sucks on it, applying a slight amount of pressure, she rubs the back of his head, showing her appreciation for the amount of care he is putting into her. Kurt moves across to the other nipple, doing the same. She pulls him closer and lightly bites into the side of his neck, leaving a mark for later, claiming him as hers and hers alone. Kurt then begins to move down her body once more. Kissing between her breasts, down to her belly button and all the way down until right above her pussy. Kurt doesn't dive straight in this time however, he moves further down to her calf and thighs kissing and licking up and down her smooth legs, lightly pushing his lips to her body, trying to sensually arouse her with his kisses before he even reaches her crotch. Moving closer now, she starts to shudder with anticipation ,until he is kissing all around her now soaking pussy. Polly can barely maintain her patience, waiting for him to probe her with his tongue once more. He kisses the outside of her pussy lips, laughing to himself and humming into her she waits no longer. Grabbing his head and scrunching his hair into her fist she pushes his mouth into her pussy inaudibly telling him what her needs to do and he immediately does so. Kurt begins to kiss it, probing his tongue inwards, tasting her again and smelling her intoxicating aroma. She slams her thighs onto the sides of his head, holding him in place. His tongue and mouth feel amazing but it's not enough, she wants more. Polly stops him "Do you trust me?" She asks sincerely, quietly laughing at the role reversal "Of course I do" Kurt smiles back, the irony of what she just said not lost on him. "Then let me do this" she tells him. She motions for him to get on his knees, stroking his now hard cock; she turns around so her ass is facing him and sticks it out, into the air, stretching her cheeks out. Reaching back she begins to guide him in closer, not to her pussy but to her ass again, she wants all of him inside of her. Catching on Kurt pushes her hand away and rubs his wet cock on the outside of her asshole, lightly pressing in as he does. Polly can barely control herself, she wants to feel that full again, and she pushes back with her ass. Kurt pushes forward, popping his head past the initial barrier. Polly almost buckles with the pleasure and pressure being applied to her ass. Kurt pushes deeper and deeper, constantly checking with her to see if she is ok. Finally, after ten minutes of tense pushing and rubbing, he begins to slowly push and pull his cock out of her ass. As he picks up pace the pleasure Polly feels is almost unbearable, she can't even rub her nipples or finger her pussy. Kurt reaches around and begins to rub the outer area of her pussy, fishing around for her clitoris once more. This sends Polly into frenzy, gasping and moaning breathless she comes hard as he pushes deeper and deeper into her ass. She can feel his entire shaft in her ass and his balls slapping against her legs and thighs as he moves in different angles to give her the best experience possible. Polly truly begins to come now, squealing she shoves two fingers into her pussy to pushing her over all she had thought she could possibly feel before. As she does this she can feel the pulsing of Kurt's cock, she realizes that he is coming, in her ass! She loves the feeling of his hot seed filling up her ass so much, she clenches as he keeps thrusting in and out, milking his cock for all it's worth. Kurt moans with the pressure and finally lets out one final breath as he pulls out of her now red ass. Breathless the pair collapses onto the bed. Lying next to each other, Kurt puts on some music, it's a favourite of theirs, they both know the words and smile as the song begins to play. Polly spins away from him and he wraps his arms around her body. Their breathing becomes in sync, he breathes in and out, smelling her hair and breathing hot breathe onto her neck, she shivers again. He can feel her humming and singing the song to herself, to him, as he holds her. Content Kurt falls asleep. The next morning Kurt wakes up, stretches out and realizes Polly has stolen all the sheets. Chuckling to himself he glances out the window to see a dark grey sky and tiny droplets of rain beginning to fall. Looking back to Polly again, he sees her. She is totally vulnerable and open to him, he can see her not only for the friend that she was and still is; but the lover he has gained. He looks at her and feels so comfortable in her presence. He smiles, kisses her forehead and moves to the kitchen. Polly wakes up to the sound of food being made in the kitchen and the tumbling of the washing machine, pulling herself out of bed, she notices a few books sprawled on the ground. She recognizes the authors names; Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allen Poe, Aldous Huxley, Lord Byron and is surprised to see one author, Jodi Picoult, and not just any Jodi Picoult book "My Sisters Keeper" one she had constantly recommended to him. She spots bookmarks in numerous points throughout it and smiles. Polly scrambles for her clothes but can't find them, assuming Kurt has put them in the wash all she has left is her bra and panties. She finds an oversized band shirt he must of picked up from one of his terrible concerts he goes to. The shirt has a large grey "T" on the cover and the back read's "Trivium". She has no idea who this band is but is thankful for the shirt, it smells like him to and his atrocious cheap cologne that always reminds her of him. Moving out into the kitchen Polly sees Kurt making what looks like pancakes, clearing her throat Kurt turns "What's that then?" She asks moving in behind him and wrapping her arms around him "That, is breakfast and it's almost done, so why don't you back to my room and we can have breakfast in bed" Kurt says, flipping the last of the pancakes onto the pile and grabbing the maple syrup out of the cupboard. Kurt follows Polly back to the room. Kurt made banana pancakes for breakfast and they at them as they listened to the rain pour down outside. Kurt made a small moustache out of whipped cream on his face, Polly laughed and licked it off him and then whispered "Maybe next time you can lick it off me" huskily pulling away and winking at him, knowing it was a fantasy he had. The pancakes were soon forgotten as they lay in bed all morning, just talking as if nothing had happened the night before, but holding hands and wrapped up in each other, as all good couples do. Polly decided she needed to shower, winking at Kurt, she asked if he would join her. Kurt leaped out of the bed and run into the shower, more excited than she had ever seen him. Washing each others body, Kurt could finally see Polly's naked form for all the glory it was worth, it was beautiful. They scrubbed each other down, making sure not to miss anywhere; Kurt teased Polly once again by rubbing his finger down the crack of her ass. She turns to him and said "I think I need to thank you for last night" smiling with her wet hair resting on her shoulders. "I think you did just by being there, you were incredible" Kurt replied, running his hands through his hair, not sure what she is about to do. "No" Polly opens her mouth and smiles widely "I REALLY need to thank you" and with that she lowers herself down onto her knees and grabs Kurt's cock. "Oh, ok" Kurt laughs, as he feels the warmth of her mouth rush over his cock again. Barely able to stand Kurt buckles at the knees, the mixture of the warm shower with Polly's soaped and glistening body and the way she stared into him, he knew he wouldn't last long. Taking the full length of his cock in her mouth Polly lightly played with his balls, careful not to squeeze to hard, she could feel the beginnings of his eruption about to occur as Kurt said to her "Polly, I'm going to come, please slow down, my God" he groaned out. But Polly didn't she continued to swallow his cock into her mouth, loving how he couldn't resist her and the control she had over him. Kurt groaned again and felt himself coming, he moved to pull out of her mouth, but her hands quickly pushed his ass back into her mouth. Coming inside of her mouth she swallowed load after load of his cum until a tiny amount dripped over and out onto her chin. Smirking, she took the index finger of his hand and wiped it off of her chin, then took his finger and sucked it with her mouth, licking both his cock and finger completely clean. Polly smiled again, Kurt grinning back at her as she stood up and left the shower to dry herself. Kurt was out of the shower and dried, giving Polly her clothes back, the rain had stopped and it was time for her to go. They get outside; he walks her to the car again. They kiss once more and just like the first one, it lingers on there lips long after it has broken. Kurt sees her smile for the hundredth time in the last twenty four hours and wonders if he could ever get sick of such an amazing smile. "Oh, I almost forgot here" Polly says as she hands Kurt back his shirt "No, keep it, please" Kurt says back, pushing it towards her. "Why? Why do you want me to keep it?" truly confused Polly asks. "Because if you keep it, you'll have to give it back to me, which means I get to see you again" he smiled at her "Good bye Polly" kissing her forehead he sauntered back to his flat. She laughed, wondering if he was always this sweet and how she never noticed before. Pulling out of the driveway she drove home thinking about the night they shared. Kurt watched her from the kitchen, reverse out of the driveway and pull out of sight. He sighed with relief, in disbelief at how amazing the night before had been. What happened now he wasn't sure, he knew he wanted her but whether she felt the same he didn't know, all he did know is, that is was a good night. A Good Night In Note: This story was written for a friend. Now that it served it's purpose, I decided to put it out there for others to enjoy and I really hope you do. I realise that some will not agree with the category I have chosen as it isn't very BDSM-ish but I couldn't figure out where best to fit it. * It's late. You've been working all day. You're tired, still a little sweaty and your mind is shot for the night. You're looking for a little distraction. A little time out before you hit the shower and get to bed. You boot up your computer. You go to a voice chat room. There's a show going on so you keep your mic off and wait. You're not really paying much attention at first. Just checking the list to see who's online. You take a long slow slug of the beer sat next to your keyboard and sit back to wait. But then, the girl in the show moans, her voice low and throaty. Her arousal is obvious in the tone, the vibration, the timbre of her voice. You are entirely focused on her. Her every whimper draws you further in. So you don't hear your bedroom door open, absorbed as you now are. You don't sense the soundless footfalls coming from behind you. You don't feel the other presence in the room before I actually reach out and touch you. Just a light touch as my hand reaches around from behind to gently rest on your chest. You act instinctively. Your body tensed against the interruption you weren't expecting. You grip the wrist in front of you tightly and jerk up out of your chair. Using my arm you shove me against the nearest wall. I open my mouth to explain, to calm you. But before I get the chance, your mouth crushes mine under it. Your hand moves from my wrist to the side of my waist, clinging and desperate with need. It moves up my body, slightly skimming the outside of my tender breast until it reaches my neck and roughly, you tilt my head back until it meets the angle you want. Your lips scorch their way across my jaw, the rough feel of your stubble only intensifying the burn as each kiss, each lash of your tongue engulfs my skin in naked flame. Your name escapes my lips in a soft, yearning moan and my fingers reach up to grip the sides of your head as your lips and teeth continue to explore my neck. My head whirls and I feel my heart race and the muscles in my pussy clench as each of your touches sparks a new flame. Your chuckle comes out like a growl "Your pulse is racing, it seems someone is getting a little excited" I bite my bottom lip and shake my head, not in denial but to clear it. You misunderstand the motion. "No? Is that a fact. Well let's just test that claim shall we?" You lips go back to my throat but your hand releases it as I feel it instead fall to the waistband of my jeans. You make quick work of the button and zip there and then, your hand is inside. I moan and my back arches off the wall as your fingers find my very wet, very ready little slit. Our moans mingle in the air as you slide one finger slowly inside. It seems to take a life time for it to be buried all the way in and before it gets there, you stop suddenly. I whimper and arch my back further, my hips straining to meet your hand. You chuckle darkly again "Now tell me sweetheart, tell me you're not aroused. Tell me you don't just want me to rip these pants off you and fuck you right NOW" As you growl the word "now" your hand pounds against my pussy, your finger driving all the way in and curling inside until my nails are raking against your flesh desperately. You pull your fingers out of my sensitive, slippery slit and slowly your hands reach my face again, the smell thick in the air around my head. You put your fingers to my lips and obediently, I open my mouth. Your fingers slide inside and I look directly into your eyes as i caress and massage them, cleaning them of every last little drop. Smiling in approval you slowly stroke my cheek before leading me to your bed. I scramble back and prop myself up on my elbows, watching you intently. You remove your watch, tossing it lightly on the nightstand. Watching my eyes you undo your jeans, pull them to the floor, and, fascinated, I watch their decent. Your cock is already hard and straining against your blue boxer shorts. You yank the shirt up over your head and all I can do is stare at you, stood there almost naked in front of me. My mouth runs dry and I grasp the coverlet tightly in my fists. You watch my body language grow tenser with each passing heartbeat and a grin spreads across your face. I crawl to the edge of the bed and still holding your eyes with mine I peel your boxer shorts down. My mouth waters when I finally get my first glimpse of your cock and my tongue yearns to taste it. I look up at you to find you staring intently at me. The question in my eyes is completely transparent and you chuckle darkly once. You let out a mock sigh "Does Kitten want to play? Ok then, on your back pretty Kitten" Happily scrambling to obey I flip over onto my back and squirm my body down the bed until my head lols over the side of it. You let out an amused chuckle at my eagerness and run your fingertips lightly over my lips avoiding my attempts to suck them inside my mouth. You take your cock tightly in your fist and run it's pre-cum slickened head over my puckered pink lips coating and moisturising them. I snake my tongue out and flick it gently against the soft, steely flesh I love so much. My neck arches as I try to draw your cock into my mouth. You grin and pull it back half an inch to put it just out of my reach. I whine softly and look up into your eyes, using mine to plead. Your grin spreads wider as you watch me desperately try to get closer, while you move back slowly, still denying me what you know I need. My eyes glued to your cock, you slowly begin to pump your fist over it and I let out another yearning little whimper. Your eyes turn black and you demand simply, "Beg". Instantly obliging you I whine softly "Please Sir, I need it, I need to feel your cock, to taste it, touch it.. please Sir feed me your cock" The word "cock" barely leaves my lips as you suddenly step forward and in one fluid motion you slam your cock through my lips, over my tongue and into my throat. I squirm a little as I work on relaxing al my muscles, allowing my mouth to be comfortable, open and ready for your use. You growl as you feel my throat swallow around you and you slide it slowly out only to suddenly ram it straight back down. Your hot flesh fills my mouth, my throat and I revel in the completion it gives me. You reach down and roughly take a handful of my hair in your fists and, using it to brace yourself, you slam into my mouth savagely, my saliva running down your shaft and down my face. I don't even twitch, just lay there making my mouth available to you. You groan and your head rolls backwards as I work my tongue over the underside of your hard shaft, making it throb and pulsate in my mouth. I feel your cock withdraw over and over up to my lips before it slams back down. With every thrust inwards I suck hard to make the space tighter and warmer around you. I keep my mouth wet and my tongue continues to massage you as I try to slide it up the base to taste every inch. The angle of your cock causes your head to brush the top of my throat making it tickle and water further. My hand slides down over my stomach and without thinking I begin to manipulate my clit under my loosened jeans. With a fierce growl you rip your cock from my mouth and I instantly mourn its absence. You reach across my body and bring your hand down on my clit in a hard slap and my thighs instinctively snap shut as I feel the sharp sting flood through my body. I barely hear your low tut as you drag my jeans over my bare feet and wrench my legs open from the knees. "Now then kitten, exactly who told you that you're allowed to play? Huh?" I bite my bottom lip, only now realising my mistake. "Well now, if you wanted it.. why didn't you just ask for it.. I'm happy to oblige" I gulp knowing that easy, overly done pleasant tone in your voice all too well and instantly know you have something planned. "You stay right there. Do not move" I barely dare to breathe when you move away to your desk. My eyes follow your every step. You retrieve something from it and come back to the bed. You climb onto it and move down to my legs as I nervously wait to find out what you have in your hand. Your hands grip my ankles and you drag me back towards you. You reposition my legs so they are fully spread and you have complete access. You look down at your hands, which remain hidden to me and I hear a weird raspy sound. I raise my head slightly to try and see what you're doing but it doesn't work. You catch me looking and chuckle softly. "Such an impatient little kitty tonight aren't you? Awww. Never mind, get ready Kitten" Fear washes over me as I wait to see what you have in store for me. Then I feel it. Your knuckles brush across my wet clit and I gulp, tensing. Three fingers slam, without warning straight into my pussy and my back arches as I feel you once again curl them and your nails drag over my g-spot. Your hand slides wetly out and I realise that you have oiled your hand. I feel your fingers touch again at my burning little hole and my eyes widen when I realise, it's not your fingers, it's your fist. I feel it there, Large, rough and very, very strong. You start to push it inside me, twisting as you go to find just the right angle. At first, all I feel is pain as my pussy resists your hand but then, with a soft, wet squishing noise, your fist slides inside. I feel you filling me and I pull a breath in through my teeth sharply. My back arches and my hips rise off the bed. You chuckle again, low and soft as you watch my body respond to your manipulation. My feet dig into the bed as my body rises more and this time, you laugh louder. "Woah there, time to come back down to earth girl" You press your free hand to my abdomen and firmly push my body back down to the bed. Keeping your hand there you pull your fist out a little and then plunge it back all the way to your wrist. I scream and clench myself around you, my hands clawing into the bed. You smile as you begin to build in speed and pummel my pussy harder. My moans come fast and thick. I try to thrash around on the bed but your hand holds me steady, not allowing me to lose control. I feel your fist so deep and so hard inside my cunt, I begin to scream again as you pick up the pace and pound harder still inside. You moan, encouraging me and press harder as my body begins to fight against your hold. Smiling maliciously you lean down to take my swollen clit in your mouth, you bite it and suck hard against it, your tongue snaking out to flick roughly over it. You feel my muscles begin to clench and you can tell I am building towards a very large cum. In a hard, throaty voice you say, "Not yet kitten. Wait until I tell you. You will not cum yet." My head whirls at this command and I feel my body protest as you once again return your mouth to my tortured clit and your teeth ravage and bite. Your fist still pounding inside I feel my body once again begin to build toward that edge and you suddenly pull your fist from my pussy and kiss along my labia to my inner thigh. I lay there, breathing heavily and my head swims, I am completely disoriented. I expect you to give me a moment, to let me recover but of course, you don't. Growling and gripping my hips you flip me over onto my stomach and then pull me into a kneeling position. A torrent of juices flow from my pussy to run down my thighs. You smile as you slowly run one single finger over the moist skin, collecting a large amount of pussy juice. You press it against my ass hole, gently rubbing it in before prodding one finger inside. I hear you chuckle as you feel how firmly it grips you as you try to pull it back out. A brief pause and I feel your cock stroke all the way from my ass down my pussy to my clit. "I wonder, where I should put this" You muse as I feel the head of your cock dip shallowly into my pussy. "hmm, no not there" You withdraw it, only to press it again firmly at the entrance to my ass. "I think it would do much better here" And with that you thrust hard into my ass. I feel a flash of pain from deep inside and sway gently. You hold my hips, steadying and supporting me as you carefully withdraw it only to press your cock in firmly, but slowly, giving me time to adjust to you. I feel my muscles part and give way, opening for you and you growl low and throaty as you once again ram it home. Your hands grip my hips, your fingernails biting into my skin as you half thrust, half slam my body back onto your cock. I cry out and you take one hand from my hips and instead, wrap your fist around my silky hair yanking my head back. My neck strains at the odd angle my head is forces into and I grunt as I feel you pound harder and harder inside me. You growl and curse slapping my ass with hard, heavy swats. My brain shuts down and my body becomes one raw, sensitive nerve as you reach underneath my body and skilfully work my clit. You shudder and I feel your cock swell in my ass. I'm barely aware of anything except your cock pounding into me when suddenly you rhasp, "kitten, when I get to 1, CUM" Your fingers grind against my clit and i the rhythm of your thrusts reaches an almost frenzied pace. "3" I moan, my body shifting restlessly under yours. "2" Your nails rake across my back and I feel my body begin to shudder "1 Cum NOW!" Your cock pulls out of my ass and thrusts straight into my pussy as I immediately spasm around you. You pump into me, and I feel you spurt and fill me. My muscles clench and pull on your cock, draining and driving you toward satisfaction. My head high in the air I groan as I feel my pussy twitch and convulse. With a final howl you collapse on top of me, driving me down into the mattress. Our breath comes in gasps and neither of us has any energy to say anything. You roll off me and pull me with you, tucking me into your side. You only manage to kiss the top of my head and I smile, kissing your flank as i drift happily off into an exhausted sleep. A Good Night Out? A Better Night In As Angie, Anna, Selena and Lena crossed the park, heading to town for their regular Thursday night out, they passed a bench, and its' occupant attracted Selena's attention. He was around middle aged, dressed in black, nothing too strange about that, but his hat caught her attention, as did the fact that he was writing furiously on a pad. His eyes appeared almost vacant as he concentrated. She nudged Lena, and looked conspiratorially in the direction of the unusual seeming man. Lena nodded, and she moved behind him, peering over is shoulder to see what he was writing. As she read her eyes went wide, and her bottom jaw slightly dropped. "Wow!" She mouthed, and pointed down at the pad. The others joined her, and they to began to scan the text. Gripping one another's arms, they moved a small way distant, laughing. "Well, what do you make of that?" Serena smiled at the others. "Wow, hot." Anna answered her, and the other two women nodded their agreement. Looking from one to the other, Angie asked what they thought they should do. "Well I for one wouldn't mind reading a little more of that." this coming from Lena. The others nodded, and they moved to encircle the man on the park bench. Anna coughed. There was no response. She coughed slightly louder, and the man looked up. His eyes came into focus as he moved from one face to the other, and then back around the circle. "Good evening ladies, can I help you?" He asked then in a deep concise voice. Educated Angie thought. "Well" Selena started, "I... we that is, couldn't help but notice you were writing, and well, sorry I was nosy and looked over you shoulder whilst you were engrossed." He placed his hand over his writing pad. "Yes?" He asked, moving his eyes slowly down to her chest then up again. He smiled slightly. Selena blushed. "Hmm, sorry, yes we all looked, and to be honest thought, Wow! Any chance we could read some more?" Patting the bench either side of him, he invited them to sit. Anna and Selena did so, while Angie and Lena moved to the rear of the bench to read over his shoulders. He closed his pad, and then opened it again at the first page. * The women read as he turned the pages at their request. They started to fidget and move slightly, as the contents started to have the desired effect. "Where do you come up with the ideas?" Angie asked him. "I write what I know." Was the simple answer he gave her as he glanced in her direction. "You did all of that with one woman?" He nodded. "Mmmm lucky girl." She laughed. "Yeah right." Lena placed a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, I have nothing to prove, and it was you who asked to read my writings." "I'd like to see you try." Lena continued. "Only see?" He replied, and she blushed slightly, as she turned her head aside. Selena's interest had been tweaked, and she did have an interesting idea of fun. "OK then, if all of us would like to have you, then how would you choose?" Rather than be embarrassed, as she had expected, he answered with a question. "Which of you ladies like to receive oral sex?" They all somewhat nervously raised their hands, giggling slightly. "Which of you like to give oral sex?" All hands rose again, but Angie's only slightly. "Which of you ladies LOVE to give oral sex?" Selena, Anna and Lena raised their hands. "And who has all night?" "All night?" Lena asked, theptch of her voice rising. The man nodded. "One after the other?" Selena asked. This time he shook his head. The women looked at each other, then back to him as he asked. "Who are the 'closest' friends?" The women move their heads close together to confer, before Anna took one of his hands, and Lena the other. They lead him back across the park to Anna's apartment. "Drink?" "Thank you?" He took the offered glass of wine and placed it on the table beside his chair. Anna sat beside Lena on the sofa, and asked. "Well?" "Well what?" He replied, leaning slightly forward toward them. "Well we haven't done anything like this before," she looked to Lena, who nodded her head in agreement, "so what now?" "How stupid of me. Of course." He slipped off his shoes, removed his glasses and jacket, and began to rise from the chair. As he did so they get up from the sofa and stood facing him, uncertain of exactly what was to come. "Perhaps the bedroom?" He suggested, and Anna led the way through the door at the rear of the room. Once inside they turned and stood in front of him, waiting. He moved towards the blond haired Anna. Her hair was long, and hung in waves over her shoulders, partly covering her large round breasts. Her waist though not narrow, was firm, and her hips were nicely rounded. Her dress was a halter neck, which highlighted the curves of her shoulders. He reached up, his hands going behind her to the nape of her neck, where he undid the bow, which held the top in place. Taking one end in each hand, he slowly lowered them, exposing the white flesh of her breasts and light pink nipples as he did. He let go the ends, so that they fell down the front of her legs. Leaning in to her, his lips lightly brush hers, as his hands gently explore her breasts. "Mmmm." She moaned softly. His arms circled her waist to unzip her dress, which then fell to the floor, bunching around her ankles. She kicked it clear. She wore no panties, and he gazed upon her close cropped fair pubic hair. Close cropped yet still slightly curly. He ran his fingers slowly up the soft downy mound, and she gently moaned once more. "We don't even know your name." She moaned. "Does it matter?" She shook her head. "I promise you will know it before I leave." He turned to face Lena, whose tongue slipped between her dry lips, swirling to moisten them. Slightly shorter, and slimmer than her friend, Lena had dark shoulder length hair, which curled at the end. Her bright eyes shone a light blue. Her shirt was unbuttoned, and he slipped it back over her shoulders. It slid down her arms, before falling to the carpet. Under it she wore a thin T-shirt, which he slowly, and deliberately pulled off over her head, exposing a sheer see-through white lace bra. He dropped the shirt to the floor, gazing at the flesh of her cleavage, and the dark nipples, which pushed at the thin constraining material. He reached around her back, and undid the clasp, letting the straps slide down her arms, and the bra join her shirt on the ground at her feet. Her nipples jutted hard form the white flesh of her pert breasts, and his thumbs circled on the tips as he softly kissed her. He ran his hands tenderly down her hips, angling in over her flat stomach towards the button of her jeans. With his thumb me flicked it undone and slowly began lowering the zip. A first glimpse of her matching panties was revealed, as he drew the zipper fully down. He reached inside, placing his hands on her hips, before kneeling, and slowly moving them down, pulling her jeans down her legs as he did so. As thy cleared her hips, he could see her clean shaven pussy through the tight fitting material. He moaned softly, and wetted his lips, showing them his long wet tongue. He bent down and helped her step from her trousers. As he raised once more to his knees, he stroked up the outside of Lena's thighs, his right hand angling inwards as it neared the top. He stroked one finger softly up her slit through her moist panties. "Mmm." She let out a small moan, as much in anticipation of what was to come, as at the feel of his tender caress. He slipped his hand inside the string waistband of her panties, and eased them down over her hips. Lower and lower, he slowly slid them down her legs. She kicked them clear. As he raised his head he looked up and smiled. Lena gave him an impish grin in return. The tips of his fingers began to gently caress up the outside of her legs. He extended his tongue and licked slowly, gently up the soft flesh of her pussy, the tip probing, teasing, towards her clit. As his tongue licked over her she moaned even louder and gripped his head, shocks seeming to shoot gently from between her legs. "Mmmm." The writer moaned at his first taste of her sweet juices on his tongue. He rose to his feet, and with both hands gesturing down the front of his body he asked. "Well?" As Lena stepped forward, and started to unbutton his black shirt, Anna fumbled with his belt and the button of his trousers. Lena's lips met his, and she kissed him firmly, sliding her hot tongue snake-like into his mouth as she slid the now unfastened shirt back over his shoulders. She noticed his mouth was fresh, and tasted slightly of apples, and she pushed his shirt down over his hands. It fell to the floor behind him. Having undone his belt and button, Anna pulled his trousers, and the underwear he wore beneath, down as one, eager to see what she knew she would enjoy later. His cock sprang clear to stand hard and erect in front of her face, the tip shining in the light cast by the bedside lamp. "Mmmm yess." She pulled his clothes down, and off under his feet before rising and licking her tongue slowly up his length. "Oohh yes." He moaned as she bent her head forward to take him into her hot wet mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and started to pull, as she licked and sucked, but he gently drew her clear. "Later." He smiled at her as he motioned them towards the bed, gesturing them to move up until their calves hung from the side of the bed. He stood between them, gently pushing their calves so they lay there, knees bent, their pussy's exposed to his appreciative gaze. He drew his hands up the inside of their calves, and more slowly up their inner thighs, to rest the right on Anna's soft furred, blond pussy, and the left on Lena's smooth soft flesh. They began to moan as he started to stroke his fingers up and down. Up and down..... up and down...., the ladies getting hotter and wetter at his touch. Up and down, up and down, stroking, circling and rubbing their swollen clits. Up and down, up and down, easing their now swollen lips slightly apart. He stroked upwards and pushed a finger hard into both Lena's and Anna's now hot wet pussys. "Aah!! Mmm." They groan as they feel his finger circle inside them, stroking at their inner walls. They moan and groan, as he slides a second finger inside and thrusts them deeply. In and out, in and out, his movements becoming harder and faster. In and out, in and out, harder, faster his fingers slide easily in and out as the lay back writhing and moaning, their heads shaking from side to side, their tits swaying, the hard nipples jutting proud. His cock is hard and throbbing, eager to be used. Lena reaches up and wraps her fingers around it and squeezes hard. "Yeees!" The writer almost yells at the pleasure of her touch. "Oooh Yess" As she starts to stroke him, pulling up and down, up and down Her movements slow, but firm. He slowed his fingering of Lena, and removed his fingers from Anna before removing Lena's hand from his cock and stepping sideways. He lowered himself, and knelt between Anna's legs. Lowering his head fast, he thrust his long tongue deep inside her. He sighed at her taste upon his tongue, and Anna felt his hot breath inside her. "Oooh!" She moaned, her body writhing as he pushed his tongue in, then drew it out, licking her juices into his mouth, savouring them on his tongue, before letting them slide down his throat. His fingers still moved easily in and out of Lena's pussy, her juices coating them. He raised his right hand, to once more slide a finger inside Anna, and moved to kneel now between Lena's legs. She gasped as his tongue entered her, sucking hard at her pussy. Up and down, in and out he moved his tongue, licking and sucking as she screamed slightly. In and out, in and out, pushing deeper, licking harder. In and out in and out, sucking, licking. He sucked hard on her swollen clit. "Aaah!! Yess Yess!" She screamed as orgasm took her, seeming to send electric shocks outward from her clit, her pussy, up her stomach to tingle and further excite her stiff nipples. Her thighs clasped his head in a vice like grip, and he moaned with pleasure, her juices rolling down his chin. He wiped it with his fingers before licking them clean. "Mmm." He sighed at the sweet taste. Lena's gently pushed his head clear as her orgasm began to subside. He moved, to Anna once more, now stroking, probing the soft wet flesh between her legs. His carressing stopped. Grasping her waist, he helped her ease further up the bed, her head now resting on a cushion at its head. He climbed to the bed and knelt between her legs. Reached up he squeezed her lush breasts, with their hard pink nipples jutting from her soft white flesh. He squeezed and caressed them, toying at her nipples, pinching, squeezing, twisting. Anna's eyes were closed as she moaned, lost in her own personal pleasure. He leant forward, placing one hand either side of her, and lowered his hips, before easily sliding his throbbing cock into her wet and eager pussy. He drove home hard, taking his weight on his straight arms, and looked down on her face. Her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, "Aaah." She let out a soft groan. As he eased his length slowly in and out, Lena slid further up the bed, and lent over to kiss Anna gently on her lips. Anna's eyes opened, and she smiled up, before extending her tongue to lick at Lena's moist lips. Their tongues twirled around each other as the writer continued to slide effortlessly in and out of Anna's hot wet pussy, her juices spilling down over his balls. As he moved his hips backwards and forwards between her legs, his rhythm became faster, harder more urgent. Their tongues licked each other's lips, their lips met, parting as tongues moved backwards and forwards, licking and gently sucking. Lena's right hand squeezed at Anna's left breast before seeking the stiff nipples. She pinched gently as she broke the kiss, savouring the sight of those large firm tits. She bent beneath his arm and sucked greedily at the right breast drawing the nipple and flesh deeply into her hot mouth. She sucked as his cock moved faster and harder in and out of her friend's pussy. In, out....in....out....in....out, he fucked her harder and faster as Lena sucked and squeezed at her tits, her nipple now so hard they almost ached. In...out....in....out, his hips moved backwards and forwards, her legs now crossed over his waist to take him still deeper inside her. In....out...in....out....in..... "Aaah!!" His hot seed spurted into her. Once, twice, three times as he pushed hard against her. She arched her back and yelled as shocks and tremors spread outwards from her clit, through her pussy, and to her stiff jutting nipples. Her whole body tingled, as her senses reeled, and she became lost in her orgasm. They lay on the bed relaxing, regaining their strength, his arms around their shoulders, as they rested hands on his chest. The pillows beneath their heads were soft, and they started to doze, Anna soon falling into a light sleep. Lena's hand circled slowly and gently on his chest, She stroked down to his stomach, then using her fingertips, up and down, and gently circling. She moved her hand lower, stroking at his curly wiry hair, her eyes now fixed on his cock lying limply against his thigh. She wanted to feel his length inside her, feel him fuck her as he had Anna. She began to stroke it gently. Using her thumb and forefinger she slowly drew his skin back, then up, back then up, encouraging, coaxing him hard again. His cock began to swell and stiffen at her touch. She lifted her head from the pillow, still staring down between his legs, transfixed as her hand continued to stroke. Her mouth moved slowly down, slowly, slowly, before sucking him inside. She wrapped her tongue around his length and licked and sucked as her hand continues to stroke him. His cock swells even more in her mouth, larger, larger as she continues to stroke and suck. "Hmm In her mouth?" She thought, torn between you longing to make him come in her mouth and taste his cum on her tongue, before letting it slide down her throat. "Inside me?" To feel his thick long length moving in and out of her pussy, fucking her. He pushed her head gently clear. "Is that all you want?" He asked. She hesitated briefly, and then shook her head. "I thought not." And her turned her face down over the bed, her knees resting on the floor. Rising to his feet, he stood beside her and SLAP, his hand smacked against her buttock. "Oww!" Lena experienced a mixture of surprise tinged with pleasure. SLAP....SLAP....SLAP...his hand slapped down across her firm arse, not hard, but stimulating, exciting. Her muscles contracted with each blow and she moaned, at the pain stimulated pleasure within her. Her juices began to run hotly from her pussy, flowing down the inside of her thighs. SMACK, SMACK. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her slender waist. Reaching back between her legs she eagerly gripped hard at his cock, pulling him closer, before guiding it in to her wet waiting pussy. He eased in slowly, then out, then in, then out, before thrusting his hips hard, burying himself as deep inside her as he could. She felt his balls smack against the bottom of her arse. Her head jerked back. "Aaaaahh!! " She let out a groan at the feel of his hard flesh filling her. Woken by the first sound of flesh on flesh. Anna watched in wonderment at her friend's reaction to her treatment. Yes she had screamed, but not in pain as she feared, but in deepest sexual pleasure. Now he was riding her hard and fast, his hips pistoning backwards and forwards, his cock fucking her harder and harder. Lena was moaning, groaning, at the sheer animal lust of their coupling. No tenderness, only hard primal sex as he pulled back on her hips harder and harder, his member driving long and hard in and out, in and out. He reached down, grabbing her hair, and pulling back her head. He leant and bit the side of her neck, and again she screamed with pleasure. In and out, in and out, his hands gripped her shoulders, before his nails racked down her back, leaving scratches in their wake. Orgasm after orgasm seemed to send shock waves through Lena, and sweat glistened on her flesh. Grabbing her hips once more, he drew back his own before sending them powerfully forward. He raised his head, and seemed to howl as he came, jerking and spurting inside her. Once, twice, three times he thrust home, before collapsing over her back, spent. He gently nibbled at her neck, and her hand came round to stroke gently at the side of his head, and they lay there moaning and sighing, as their shared animal passion subsided. He was woken from a light doze by the sound of running water. Lena was still asleep next to him making small snuffling noises, but Anna had gone. He got up from the bed, and walked out through the door. The noise was louder here, more distinct. It was the sound of a shower flowing. He saw light coming from a door which stood slightly ajar, and he eased it open before passing through. Anna stood under the steaming water, soapsuds covering he ample breasts, and running down over her stomach, to vanish from his sight, between her legs. "Sorry did I wake you?" She asked by way of apology. "It's just that I was hot and wanted to freshen up a bit." "No not at all, I sleep lightly, and even then I don't tend to sleep much." She glanced down below his waist. "So I see." She laughed. "May I join you, I feel a bit hot and sticky myself. Perhaps I could help with your back?" "Mmm to start with." She said beneath her breath, and then more loudly. "Yes please do, there are some places it's hard to reach." A Good Night Out? A Better Night In He stepped into the shower, taking the gel-covered cloth she offered him. She turned away from him, keeping her back from the spray, and letting the water caress and tickle at her breasts. Her nipples were hard. "The water, arousal?" He thought, and began to rub the cloth gently across, and up and down her back. Slowly and gently he rubbed, around and around, up and down, upwards and down. He stroked up over the top of her shoulders, around her neck, and down to her peach like bottom. He pushed harder as he pulled the cloth up her crease, and she pushed back against his hand. Anna turned, pushing him slightly back and squeezed shower gel across his chest. She massaged it in, creating a rich soapy lather, which began to trickle down his stomach to his dark curly hair. She rubbed his chest, then down the sides of his body, angling her hands inward to stroke his stomach. She knelt to wash down the front, the back and the outside of his legs, then up and down she stroked, before slowly stroking her hands up his inner thighs. She extended her tongue, and licked up his hard cock, which stood so invitingly in front of her face. "Mmmm." He moaned, and grasped her head in his hands. Again she licked slowly up his length, then again before parting her lips, and sucking him into her mouth. Her hand curled around his member and she stroked him up and down, while her hot wet mouth encircled his hard pulsing flesh. Up and down, up and down, stroking, sucking, licking. She eased him from her mouth, and stood. She coated his now throbbing member with suds, rubbing and caressing it before moving aside to let clean water wash the soap clear. Satisfied with her work, she turned and leant against the tiled cubicle wall, looking coyly back at him over her shoulder. She eased her arse back towards him. Needing no further invitation he bent and kissed it gently, and then nibbled, as she moaned. Kissing and nibbling, he slid his hand between her legs, and gently stroked up and down, up and down her slit, until he felt her juices warm on his fingers. He stood and moved close up behind her. "Ooh" Anna moaned, as pulling back on her hips he pushed his own forward, to slowly guide his length inside her. Biting her bottom lip she moaned softly as she felt him penetrate deep inside her. He stopped, just holding her before easing his member slightly out. Again he pushed slowly forward with his hips, his cock moving smoothly. In and out, in then out. He took her with a slow even rhythm, in and out. "Oooh." She moaned softly as he tenderly, almost gently, slid his length in and out of her hot pussy. She leant further down the wall, pushing herself further onto his cock, wanting to feel all of him as he increased his tempo. In and out, in and out, getting faster, thrusting harder. In and out, her breasts bounced beneath her, and she looked down at her long hard nipples, eager to feel them touched, squeezed, pinched. As if he had read her mind she saw his left hand appear beneath her wobbling tit, then rise to grasp it, to cup it and to squeeze. She raised her head and let out a groan at the pleasure she felt. He squeezed the soft yielding flesh before stroking at the end of her excited nipples. He stroked then pinched, then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, all the while his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, harder, faster, harder and faster. Again and again he slid his length in and out of her. Harder, more roughly he fondled and squeezed her tits, moving from one to the other. Her breathing became faster, and she panted and moaned as her orgasm began to swell inside her, sending sweet sensations outward from between her legs across her body. Her nipples throbbed. He brought his left hand back to her hip and thrust harder, forcing deeper, his stomach slapping against her arse. In and out, in and out he fucked her, in and then out. His hand reached round to stroke her clit. "Aaaah!!" She let out a scream as the thrills and pleasure grew still higher in her. He stroked then pinched, as he thrust hard into her dripping pussy. "Yeeees!!, oh yesss!!" She screamed out loud as he continued to take her. "Enough, enough." She sighed and moaned, as she stood upright, letting his still hard cock slip from her. "This girl needs to recover." She felt his hands rest on her shoulders before he turned her around to face him. He took her in his arms, circling her in his embrace. He kissed her gently on her still panting mouth. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. They stood that way for several minutes as her orgasm subsided, water still playing over their bodies. "Wow...Wow.. Thank you." "Thank you, my pleasure I can assure you." He answered. "You didn't come, did you?" She asked hesitantly. "Did I have to, you did after all, and that's what was important to me." "It's just that other men normally just keep pumping away 'till they do. But not you?" "Pleasure is in the pleasure, your pleasure is mine. I long ago learned how to control certain functions, I have orgasms, don't get me wrong, but I don't have to ejaculate to experience them." She looked down at his cock. Yes it hung down, but it was far from limp. "You can....?" She left her question hanging. "A lady once told me I have a rapid recovery rate. Shall we just leave it at that?" He grinned at her, and she nodded her agreement. She disengaged his arms, and stepped from the shower. "I don't know about you, but I need something to drink. Juice?" "Juice will be fine, thank you." She wrapped a towel around herself, and walked through the door, heading for the kitchen. He stepped out, turned off the water, and then towelled himself down before returning to the bedroom. As he entered Lena was sitting up, posed provocatively on the bed. She lay on her side, legs slightly parted, her hand stroking just above her shaved pussy. Her nipples stood hard and inviting. He sighed deeply. She arched an eyebrow questioningly. "Well someone, sure woke me up with her screaming, what have you done with her?" At that moment Anna entered carrying a tray holding three glasses. "Sorry, juice? Didn't mean to wake you, I was taking a shower." "Hmm so I heard." Lena laughed. Anna and the writer joined Lena on the bed, and they sat in silence, sipping from their glasses. Nothing needed to be said, and they enjoyed the relative silence, at ease in each other's company. When he had finished Lena took the glass from his hand, and pushed him backwards, down onto the bed. "Yes? He asked "Just lie there and enjoy it, you and I have some unfinished business." He arched his eyebrows, grinning, and stretched his arms above his head As Lena stroked gently on his chest she looked across at Anna before glancing, and nodding down. Taking the hint, Anna too now started stroking his chest with the tips of her fingers, moving them softly around and around. She leant forward and kissed him, easing her tongue between his lips and into his sweet tasting mouth. She licked and sucked at his tonge, as he eagerly returned her embrace. As hands moved lower over his stomach, stroking and caressing, his cock began to swell and rise. Lower and lower. He felt a finger stroke across his tip. "Mmm" He moaned softly. He felt a finger run along his length down and then up, while a second stoked him, its' movements the opposite of the first. One finger stroked down, the other up, then down and up. "Mmm. Mmm" He moaned, his eyes closed as he savoured the soft touch on his flesh.. He felt the moistness of a tongue as it licked gently at his tip. It was just the tip of the tongue, licking slowly and gently. The tongue licked slowly down his length circling around and around. He grasped the headboard moaning. He felt the sensation of another hot tongue now licked at this cock, up and down, around and around. The two women kissed around his hard flesh, their tongues licking across its' width. He felt the wetness and heat as the end of his cock was taken into a mouth, a tongue continued to lick around its' base moving ever lower. As his cock sank deeply into that hot mouth, he gasped as another mouth sucked gently on his balls, before gently nibbling. Never before had he experienced such sensations, two mouths sucking and nibbling. His cock began to throb and twitch Up and down, up and down, he was sucked hard and long, as a hand now squeezed and stroked him, while his balls were licked and sucked. Up and down, up and down, the suction on his cock grew, as he felt his balls drawn into a hot, wet mouth and gently sucked. "Aaaahhh" he gripped hard with his hands and screamed as his cum burst from the end of his throbbing, pulsing cock. "Yessss!! Yesss!!" He yelled as he pulsed again and again. "Mmm" Lena sighed and moaned as she felt his hot seed burst into her mouth. She moaned louder around his cock as she tasted his cream on her tonge, and an orgasm sent shocks from her clit, through her pussy. She eagerly swallowed his salty tasting cum, relishing in the feel as it flowed slowly down her throat. As Anna circled the base of his cock with her hand, Lena raised her head, letting him slip from her mouth. Anna extended her tongue to lick the remaining cum from his cock, sucking and licking him clean, moaning softly. Lena asked "And you used to do that all night with one woman, and she let you go?" "More or less, and there's more to it than that, but yes she did." "Craaazy!" When they woke he had gone, and all that was left was a note placed on top of what appeared to be several pages torn from his writing pad. 'My name? Just call me Waylander. If you want me, 07902927529. A pleasure ladies, my thanks.' They removed the note and read: A good night out? A better night in. As Angie, Anna, Selena and Lena crossed the park, heading to town... A Good Night to Hunt Chapter 1-I Love Halloween So you want to know my story, huh? Okay I'll tell you. I'll tell you the whole thing but you've got to let me tell it in my own way. I'll be glad to tell you. I'll be glad to get it all out. First, let me have a beer. Then I'll sit here and lay the whole thing out for you. This may take a while so we might as well get comfortable. There are a few things that you have to understand to follow along so bear with me, I'll get to it all. You know, I love Halloween. It's my favorite night of the year. But it's tough. To make everything turn out just right takes so much work. If you really want to enjoy the holiday, you have to be willing to make the commitment and do the work. Halloween is unique. It's the one night of the year that you can be anyone or anything you want to be. You can let yourself go and indulge your fantasies. By putting on a simple mask you can become who you want to be. Or by taking off your mask you can be the person you really are. No matter how you would be judged on any other day, on Halloween no one will pass judgment on you. I've always felt so safe in knowing that. My real name is Eve. I like it because that's the name that God gave the first woman. It's fitting too because I'm the last woman you'll see before you meet God face-to-face. Like an avenging angel sent to earth to do God's will, I strike down evil. I get justice when no one thinks there'll ever be justice. I perform miracles just like a Saint. That's me, Saint Eve. Halloween is the night I've picked as mine. It's the night I kill. To be honest I'm not really sure if I picked it or if it picked me. You see, when I was eleven my parents died on Halloween. So for a long time I hated it, but I changed that. Now I love it. On one hand I'm a walking, talking cliché from a bad horror movie. But I don't mind because I get to fix things that no one else can fix. The reason no one else can do what I do is because they have something to live for and I don't. Having something to live for cripples people because it makes them afraid to die. I'm not afraid to die; I'm fine with it. I just want to take some people with me. On the other hand, I'm as unique as Halloween. Everyone enforcement knows serial killers are men. Women who killed multiple people don't fall into the category of serial killer because they don't devise a plan and execute it like men do. But you know what they say-for every rule there's an exception. I guess I'm exceptional. It's important for me to tell you that this year is my last. Like always I know I might not survive, but that's okay. This year I'm thirty-one years old and this will be my 11th kill. I think it's time to stop dressing up playing archangel and grow up. But before I do, let me tell you about my favorite Halloweens. Chapter 2-Politicians Suck Ron Mann was a hard working, clean-cut, conservative fundraiser for the biggest bible-thumping minister/politician around. Of course Ronald was also an abusive pedophile. He not only defiled his own daughter but also pimped her out to his boss. I enjoyed killing Ron a lot. As always I try to find a way to do it in a way that's appropriate for the target. As a piece of advice, if you want to become a killer like me, remember this-don't kill the same way every time. That kind of pattern shows up and makes it easier for the cops to find you. I work hard to avoid that. I met Ron at a fundraising dinner on October 30th. It was a costume party and I dressed just for him. I got an invitation and got his attention by contributing to his boss's campaign (under an assumed name of course). The outfit I wore and the way I wore my hair also helped. I'd taken a picture of his daughter coming home from school. Then I wore my hair like hers and put together a schoolgirl costume that was identical to the one his little girl wears every day when he picks her up from school. It didn't take very much flirting to get him to meet me for dinner the next night. Ron did surprise me when I showed up at his hotel for dinner. When I saw his boss was with him, I thought my plan was ruined. Even if the old bastard deserved to die, I hadn't planned on killing him. As soon as he introduced me his boss said, "I remember you from the party last night. You had the cutest costume, my dear. It was delightful and very fetching on you." "Well thank you, Sir. Aren't you a deliciously sweet man?" I responded with a giggle. When he came on to me, I knew I was going to have twice the work on my hands. I was going to kill them both. The insulin I brought to give Ron a heart attack would take care of his boss and I'd deal with Ron afterward. After a few minutes of chitchat, Ron said he was going to step down the hall to get some ice. Evidently that was their usual routine, because as soon as he was out the door that sick old man was all over me. Naturally he thought I was overcome with passion from the attention of such an important, powerful man. I all but swooned. The disgust was almost too much when he asked if I had my costume from the party with me. Ron must have told him that I'd promised to bring it along for fun. I'd laid it on pretty thick when I told Ron how much I liked to role-play. I said, "Why don't you sit here on the bed and get comfortable. I'll just step in the little girl's room to change. Maybe when I get back I can find out if you're as sweet and delicious a man as I think you are." It was just too easy. Here was the man who wanted to bring virtue and morality back to America, almost drooling over the prospect of a blowjob from a little girl. When I came out I played the part to the hilt. I let him lead me in his sick fantasy of seduction. His puny little excuse for a dick was almost obscured by his belly as he sat there. After I sat in his lap I pushed on his shoulders to make him lay back. As I slid down to suck his dick, I told him that I wasn't sure what to do and I would need his help. He'd have to help teach me what to do. It was wonderfully ironic to me that I was about to fellate the man who'd persecuted our former President so intensely. I kept thinking, "Impeach this you fucking hypocrite." He was only too willing and I think he might have even enjoyed the little nip of my teeth along his shaft before he explained how I should wrap my lips around them. The pain from my scraping teeth masked the injection I gave him. After a minute I thought he might need a second shot so I started to nibble and bite on his fleshy thighs, hoping to give him another shot. He didn't need it. Before he was even close to shooting off, he was clutching his chest. The camera I had in my purse got a great shot of him as he died. Of course Ron put me in a car and hustled me out of there. That was a big help for me. No one could ever know that this prominent man had died while getting blowjob from a woman dressed like a little girl. So Ron helped me get away. With the help of some flunkies, Ron got his boss out of the hotel room then put me in a car to take me to a chartered plane. "Please pull over, I'm going to be sick." I said scrambling for door of the car. As soon as he could get to the side of the road, I jumped out and ran to the edge of the bushes along the road to the small airstrip. It was kind of funny because this was one of my escape plans in case things went wrong. I had a plane waiting for me in case I needed to fly out. So there we were on the other side of town, me bent over at the waist, pretending to throw up. I knew my bare ass and pussy were there for Ron to see under the tiny skirt. Just as I expected he couldn't resist. I'd only been there for a minute before he slid up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back saying, "Are you okay?" "It's just been such a night. I can't believe it." I said, sobbing into a tissue as I stood up. I leaned against him as though I was too weak to stand. Slowly he slid his hand down and grabbed my ass as he said, "I'm sorry this night turned out like this. I wish we had a chance to have some fun too." Pushing back into his "comforting" embrace I gave him a chance to be a good man or a deviant. He made the wrong choice when he started let his hands roam all over my body. He went from comforting gentleman to pervert in less than six seconds. I let him feel me up and grind his hardening dick into my firm ass. His hands were under the blouse of my school uniform and on the way up my thigh to play with my pussy. I let him go on long enough to assure myself that he'd die with a hard on. I was hoping his daughter would know that thinking with his dick had led to his death. Luckily for me Ron and his boss supported state laws to protect their citizens' right to carry a concealed handgun. My little silenced .22 was barely noticeable in the still night. It's a tiny little girly gun with a clip that holds eight rounds, but one shot through his temple was all it took. I took the silencer with me. I always worn gloves when I loaded or cleaned the gun so I knew it would be safe to leave behind. The next morning he was found lying next to his car with the doors open and the engine running. It was an apparent suicide. A short walk to the plane and I was gone. It was few days later when an envelope arrived at his home, addressed to his wife. Inside were pictures of Ron with me. There was also a picture of me sucking his boss' cock as he died. Since I was dressed as his daughter and I was about her size, his wife thought it was her little girl. After a lot of tears and hugs the whole truth came out. She didn't attend Ron or his boss' funeral. She never bought him a headstone or visited his grave. She re-married and with counseling and lots of love she and her little girl were okay. I set up a trust fund for situations just like this. If they had needed it, it would have taken care of everything. Chapter 3-The Embezzling Lezzie A couple of years ago I got to indulge my lesbian side as I hunted my target. Her name was Jacqueline Crimson and she was an embezzler. The press called her Red Jackie. She was a great example of what it takes to break through the glass ceiling. Jackie was the CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation before she was 40. The bad news is she learned the wrong games and played them much too well. You see, even though her company went belly-up and all the investors and employees lost everything, she was doing great. The golden parachute she had gave her $15,000,000 in cash and of course that was in addition to the money that disappeared. The pension funds were gone, leaving thousands with no money for their retirement. The cash reserves were gone, making it impossible to keep the doors open. And the capital value of the company was down to virtually nothing, making the stock plummet in value. But despite all that she was swimming in it. That's where I met her-swimming. "The Sweet Kitty" out of Miami was anchored just off shore in the Caymans. Through binoculars I saw her strutting around topless on board her boat. She was a striking woman. 5' 9" in her bare feet with a lean, strong body that can only be maintained through the use of expensive personal training and discrete plastic surgery. Her C cup breasts defied gravity, as did her firm, tan ass. Bright red hair hung from her hair in perfect waves as she bossed her crew around. I'd rented a yacht for three months and had spent a two months cruising around as I set up for her to arrive. By now everyone in town knew my story. I made sure of it. Coming up with just the right story is so important. This time I was a poor-little rich girl who'd embarrassed her parents by getting caught making out with her girlfriend one too many times. It was perfect. The giant sunglasses, hats and unbelievably skimpy clothes made it virtually impossible for anyone to identify me. There I was alone aboard my big old boat, bored and horny, wishing I could find a like-minded girl to play with. Young, rich, and beautiful, I was the perfect bait for a bored and horny old lez like Jackie. The water was calm until I dropped my cover up on the deck and dove in. Jackie was sunning on the foredeck of her boat close enough to see I was naked, but far enough away to make her strain to see any details. It took three dives on the bow of the boat for her to figure out how to get my attention. She started clapping saying, "Bravo. Nice form." Playing hard to get, I just waved and went on with my diving and swimming. It wasn't long before I heard the splash as she got in the water as well. I could hear her paddling toward me so I got out and dove in again. She was going to have to work for it and she did. Before I could get out again, she got close enough to say hello. After some pathetic small talk we made a date for dinner that night. She was facing the door when I showed up at the restaurant. I choose it because I knew the sun would be setting behind me as I walked in. The sun's glow through the sheer material of my dress outlined every curve and left no doubt that I was naked underneath. It was first of many little things I did to tease and tempt Jackie that night. Two hours and fifteen minutes later she was on her hands and knees eating my pussy. I leaned back against the edge of the bed in the master cabin of her boat and let her eat me. That girl loved to eat pussy and she was good at it. But I wanted to see how far I could push it. Slowly I slid onto the bed and spread my legs further and further apart. With my hand wrapped in her hair she didn't have a choice but to follow. When I was stretched out flat with my legs straight out in the air I tilted my pelvis to drive her tongue as deep as it could go into my pussy. Her long, hot tongue slid in and out making me come again. By now her face was drenched with my juices and I was ready to feel her mouth on my sweet little rosebud. Guiding her face downward I forced her to kiss my ass. After licking all the way up and down from my clit to my asshole twice she finally plunged her tongue up inside my poop chute. I came again, this time just from her oral digits action in my ass. I came and I came hard, convulsing so hard I was worried I might break her nose as my hips flailed in mid-air. She loved it. I could hear and feel it as a moan built up from deep in her throat and she came with me. Turning my head I could see her shoving her fingers in and out of her hot box in sync with her tongue as it thrust in and out of my little rosebud. That night she learned in no uncertain terms who was in charge. After I came I collapsed onto her soft bed and told her, "You are one fine pussy-eater, aren't you? God, I loved that. Now I want you to get off for me. I heard you coming while you ate my ass. Don't try to pretend you weren't playing with your pussy while you ate mine. I saw you. Now I want you to do it again so I can watch." She started to climb up on the bed with me saying, "Okay, Babe. I'd like to get off again. Let's get comfortable." I put my foot on her chest and said, "No. I want you to do it just like you did-squatting down on the floor right there." I turned and watched as she settled back into position. Rolling over on my side I lay across the end of the bed and smiled as she started playing with her tits and rubbing her clit. As she started to get close I said, "You are hot, Girl, I can't wait to get you to my place and strap on a big long cock to fuck you." When I said that she came again and again quivering until she curled up on the floor exhausted. A week later she and I both dressed up as men and had dinner in town. While the locals celebrated The Day Of The Dead, we had our own little Halloween costume party. Under my slacks I wore a 14" strap on. When we danced I pulled her close and ground it against her pants covered cunt. Her eyes looked like saucers when she felt the size of it. By now she was used to me being in charge. I think she liked it because it was such a change from her work life. It didn't make any difference to me; it just made it easier to manipulate the situation to fit my plans. Night after night I had her on her knees eating me out. After that I'd tie her to the bed and fuck every hole in her body until neither of us could come anymore. While she was tied up and passed out I had time to look around her boat and find her back account numbers and access codes. I'd fucked her just like she'd fucked her employees and stockholders out of their money. Since I was a stockholder I felt like we were almost even. Now it was time for the big finish. That night our little games started out differently. Instead of tying her up, I handcuffed her lying across the bed with her ass up in the air. Then after slipping a blindfold over her eyes, I whispered in her ear, "This is going to be so much fun." My big, fake cock rubbed against her cheek as I teased her with it. When I slid the head between her lips she tried to squirm away. I knew from past nights of making her lick my strap on clean of her juices that she couldn't suck a cock. Too many nights of eating pussy and no experience with a cock made her a piss poor cocksucker. After I made fun of her lack of cock-sucking skill, she made an effort, but she never got the hang of it. Tonight though she was going to get this cock all the way down her throat. I let her get just the head slick before I climbed on the bed behind her and said, "Hmm, I wonder...which hole should I fuck first tonight-your pussy or your ass?" "Oh, fuck my pussy, Babe. Please stick it in my pussy. Get that cock nice and slick and fuck my pussy." "Well, I don't know maybe I should...or maybe I should let you feel what it's like to get fucked that way you fucked over so many people.... I don't know." She tensed up from head to toe. I didn't even have to check to know her pussy was dry as a bone after that. "What are you talking about, Babe?" she asked. "Oh, you know. When you fucked all your employees and stockholders over none of them were ready for it...so I don't think I should get you ready for it either." With that I forced the full 14" all the way up her pussy. If it weren't for the parties going on all around us, her screams would have brought the cops for sure. As it was, it was just another wail in the night. She was almost as loud when I pulled it out. After a few strokes whimpering and sobbing replaced the wailing. Maybe I'm a bit of a sadist or maybe I'm just an evil bitch, but I got off hard as the short end of that strap on rubbed against my clit. It hit my clit just right as I fucked her. When I slid that big cock out of her I could see her body sag in defeat. She didn't have a clue that I wasn't finished yet. Her little asshole had been the target of my lust more than once. But even with our other nights or debauchery, she wasn't ready to take that truncheon up her tight little hole. This time she only screamed once. After that it was just begging and pleading. Praying and promising me anything I wanted if I just stopped reaming her out. I told her, "Think of all the people you screwed over to get to the top. And think of all the people you reamed when you stole their money and let your company go belly up." It didn't take me as long to come this time. That first one primed my pussy so well that my second climax was quick and I came with a shout. "You know what, Bitch? You're a good fuck. It's a shame you never let any guys tap this fine ass of yours." "When she didn't say anything to that I went on. You do have a lot to learn about sucking cock though. Oh, you can eat pussy like a pro, but you're no good with a cock." She groaned softly as I pulled my dirty, bloody, fake cock slowly out of her ass. I moved around to the side of the bed where her head hung down. "But don't worry, Bitch. I'm going to let you practice some more right now. Tonight I'm going to teach you how to take a cock deep when I fuck your throat." A Good Night to Hunt When she opened her mouth to beg me to stop I shoved the filthy head of my toy into her mouth. After that she only made choking noises as I pushed the shit and blood covered shaft down her gullet. By the time it was all the way in, she had passed out. Without a chance to get a breath, she died quickly. On the second of November the news hit the papers. The pension was fully funded again and the company's money was all back in the correct accounts. All told, over 185 million dollars had been recovered. It changed thousands of people's lives. It was a miracle. Christmas had come and gone when Jackie's body was found. It was after New Years before they confirmed her identity using her dental records and the serial numbers on her breast implants. Her boat had pulled loose from its anchorage and got caught in the currents. The elements had wiped out any evidence on board that might give a clue to who had been with her. It was obvious though that their sick sex games had caused the tragic accident that killed her. There was no way to keep the details out of the papers. She was too infamous. From the breast implants to the size of the strap on, there were pictures and vivid descriptions of everything. The stories were half scandal, half celebration. Chapter 4-Have another hit, Dude Four years ago I changed my plan very late in the hunt. Instead of going after my original target, I ended up at a costume party at a frat house. Normally I pick my targets far in advance. I usually spend the time between November 1st and New Years scouting and choosing my next target. But when Jud Winston's exploits hit the papers that fall I had to drop what I was doing and go after him. At the beginning of the fall term Jud had been voted President of his frat. To celebrate the brothers all threw him a huge inaugural beer bash. It was held the first Friday night of the semester and everybody who was anybody on campus was there. Of course that included the new crop of freshmen girls, ripe for the picking by this bunch of horny upper classmen. Over the past three years Jud had worked hard to recruit the guys from the football team to join the frat and it had worked. Now he and eleven other varsity players were all frat brothers. They worked hard and played hard. While Jud was trying to recruit his new brothers into the frat, the university was trying to recruit bright new students to help them raise the academic ranking of the school. They wanted students who studied hard and tested well. When those kids met Jud's friends, things went wrong. Juliet Strom was raised in a strict Catholic home. She attended a Catholic all-girls school and had never been away from home by herself. Though she had a great grade point average and a pretty good list of extra-curricular activities, she didn't get a scholarship for college. Her parents had spent every penny they had to pay for her private school so when she was offered a full four-year ride they jumped at it. With natural straight blond hair, lightly tanned skin and blue eyes Juliet stood 5' 2" and weighed 105 lbs. Her firm A cup breasts sat pertly on her chest without the need for support. She was athletic, trim and hot. Best of all, she had no idea what a delicious little cutie she was. Jud spotted her through the crowd of her friends at the party. The cool air inside caused her nipples to make little hills in the crisp white cotton blouse she wore. Her smile lit up the dark room. The sparkle of curiosity and innocence in her eyes was something a jaded guy like Jud couldn't resist. Before he introduced himself he gave two of his buddies a nod. They never could prove what was slipped into Juliet's glass. It could have been GHB, X or a mix of the two. The naive small-town girl didn't stand a chance when Jud started trying to seduce her. Even though she wouldn't have considered doing anything with him, with the drugs on his side she was a sure thing. "Do you need a quiet place to clear your head?" he asked her. "Yeah. I guess I'm tired. It has been a really long day." she said. Taking her hand and leading her up the stairs he said, "Come on. I know just the spot. Have another hit of that punch, it's just what you need tonight." Of course the President of the frat had the biggest, nicest room in the house. Jud had talked his dad into giving him the money to have it redecorated. Now it looked like a gentleman's study. Wood paneling was put over soundproof wall and ceiling panels, thick carpet was laid on the floor, two leather club chairs faced a long leather couch, and a king sized four-poster bed made the room feel rich and sumptuous. Juliet had never seen anything like it in person. She was awe struck by it all. But even in this impressive room all she could think about was that she must be ill. She hadn't had but one glass of punch. She had just started her second when she started feeling funny. It was so nice of Jud to let him stretch out on his sofa. A few minutes and she'd be fine. What she didn't know was that in a few minutes time she'd be the center attraction at a gangbang for Jud and his jock frat brothers. With almost no resistance from Juliet, Jud pulled her little white blouse off and barred her sweet breasts. Those hard nipples were the lightest shade of pink like two tiny pieces of sweet candy atop the firm little mounds of her tits. Her jeans were yanked down her legs easily and the virginal white cotton panties were slipped off as easily as her blouse. Her fine light blonde bush couldn't hide the untouched treasure behind it. Jud leaned in and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her virgin pussy. Then he smiled and licked her from the bottom of her tight lips to her little hooded clit. Juliet's body responded to the stimulation just as it been biologically programmed to. If she had been awake, she'd have felt this first sexual touch and experienced the response. But since she wasn't conscious, she missed it. Juliet's parents had been very protective of her. And since her church and school forbade it, she had never ever been tempted to touch herself, much less let anyone else do it. But that was all about to change. Jud ate her out like a starving man. Even in her drugged state, Juliet got aroused and when he began to flick his tongue back and forth on her clit, she came. Releasing his dick from his pants, Jud then climbed on top of her and said, "You're going to love this, Baby. You're about to become the President's First Lady of the night." Her pussy was the tightest he'd ever had. She was squeezing him so much he could barely keep from coming. Then he hit her hymen. He was so drunk that for a second he didn't understand. Then he realized-she was a virgin. With a yell he popped her cherry and sank his dick balls deep into her. Completely self-absorbed, he immediately started pounding into her. She lay still, unresponsive as he shouted, "I'm going to break you in right, Girl. I'm going to teach you how to take some dick." Panting as he got closer to coming he said," Oh, you have got some fine pussy. I'm going to make sure it gets fucked all night long." With a triumphant cry he unloaded his balls in her unprotected pussy. Smiling down at her semi-conscious face he asked, "Was it good for you too?" He laughed and rolled off her. Slipping back into his clothes he went to the door. He yanked it open one and of his buddies who'd been leaning on it almost fell into the room. "Next!" he yelled laughing. Over a dozen guys raped Juliet that night. It went on all night long. During the night Juliet had started to wake up from her drugged state and start trying to fight one of the guys off. Jud stepped in and tried to get her to drink more of the drugged punch. "Have another hit", he told her. When she refused he started slapping her and beating on her. The next time he told her to drink, she gave up and did it. In no time she was out again and they started abusing her even worse. At one point the guys made a game out of taking her limp body and holding her up in between them. Basically they slid her back and forth and used her to jack off with one guy in her pussy and the other in her mouth. When they got tired of that, two of them would plaster her body against theirs and fuck her in the ass and pussy at the same time. Her moans and groans and the way her pussy would lube up from the stimulation made them think she was enjoying it. The louder she'd moan the more they'd brag about how good they were getting her off. Anytime her body responded, they'd call her a whore and fuck her even harder. She woke up under a blanket on a couch downstairs late Saturday afternoon. Her mouth and throat were raw, her pussy and ass were tender and even though someone had washed her thoroughly from head to toe, come was leaking out all over her legs. Despite what had happened, the cops said she didn't have much of a case. She'd gone to the party willingly and she'd even told a girlfriend she was going to find a quiet spot with Jud. Plus she couldn't recall any of the specifics of what had happened to her or who might have done it. The prosecutor couldn't get a court order for DNA samples because the guys all swore that she wanted to do it. Every member of the fraternity gave a sworn affidavit to their attorneys saying that they didn't have sex with her, they didn't know who had, but they did hear her say that she wanted to fuck as many guys as she could that night. They even lined up pledges and under-classmen to back up their story. Juliet left school and went home. Her parents couldn't understand how this had happened to her. They didn't know what to do and were no help at all. Her priest seemed like he wanted to help her, but she felt his disgust from the first time she saw him. It seemed like he never looked at her without a look of blame in his eyes. Two weeks after she went home, she missed her period. One of the animals that had raped her had knocked her up. She was ruined. No decent man would ever want her. Her child would be born a bastard. Now she'd never have a chance to go to college, never have a husband, never have a chance at a life. She hung herself on a Friday night-three weeks after her rape. Her parents almost lost their minds. They never imagined that they'd have to bury their child. The Catholic Church considers suicide a Cardinal Sin, so the church wouldn't give her a Catholic service or let her be buried in the parish cemetery. When the priest told them, Juliet's father punched him in the face and would have probably beaten him to death if his wife hadn't been there to stop it. The shame was too much for them and they moved away a little while later. All this had happened before the first of October. When I read about it, I had to do something. I knew that guys like this don't do it just once. They'd probably done it before and since they got away with it, they'd probably do it again. On the Monday before Halloween, I slipped a note into one the lockers for the university's grounds crew. It had two hundred dollars in an envelope with a location where I wanted a hole dug for a 6x6 post. It went on to explain that I had a Halloween prank planned and I needed a little help. I left another note with a thousand bucks in it on November first detailing what it meant to be an accessory before the fact. The Catwoman costume I got was made of leather from head to toe. Long, black gloves, a black corset, black boy shorts and a black mask set off black thigh-high boots. The mask had a cowl that fit over the top of my head and ended at the nape of my neck. A long, black wig hung straight down to the small of my back. The mask only left my eyes, nostrils and lips exposed. Of course plenty of my body exposed. That and the long black whip I drug behind me got a lot of attention too. One guy I passed said I was a walking wet dream. "That's a good boy" I replied as I walked by. But he wasn't the one I wanted. I was looking for Jud. I was hunting him-dangling the kind of bait I thought he'd go after. It wasn't a half an hour before he came up behind me and offered me a glass of punch. I laughed at him and walked away. A minute later he was there again and said, "Well, if you don't want punch, what can I offer you?" I sauntered over to him and stood right against him. Reaching down I traced the outline of his dick in his pants and said, "Don't you know? Cats like to drink cream." I smiled and headed for the stairs. He was easy. I even let him pretend to be in charge. Sloppy kissing, juvenile groping, and a quick lick or two of his cock had him loosing control. Stepping behind him I wrapped a leather-clad hand around his little dick and jerked him off. He shot off quickly and went soft in my hand even faster. Then I shoved him down on the floor and said, "My turn." With a yank I pulled the Velcro sides of my shorts apart and sat on his face. I made him work for it. Teasing, I leaned up just high enough to make him strain to keep his mouth on my pussy. Then I would grind down, shoving his head hard against the floor just to repeat the whole thing again and again. As I came on his face, I called him every name in the book. "Not bad. Not bad for a little boy", I told him "You want to see what this man can do, woman?" he said. "Maybe, but I don't know...I've got to be somewhere soon." "I'll take you there. My Beamer is right out back. I can take you anywhere you need to go, woman", he bragged, proud of his daddy's car and what he thought was a clever innuendo. "Hmmm, maybe you can. Maybe you can't. Let's find out." I swung my whip and wrapped it around his neck. "Here, boy", I said, walking out into the hall. At the top of the stairs, in front of the whole frat I slapped him across the face. Then I leaned in and licked his face. I whispered in his ear, "Can you take another hit, dude?" "Yeah I can", he answered with a grin. "I can take it." I led him down the stairs and out the door of the frat house using my whip as a leash. The whole crowd was whooping and hollering. Everybody in the frat joined Jud in celebrating his luck at landing such a prime piece as me. It was the last time any them ever saw him alive. All night long I kept telling him, "Have another hit, dude" right before I'm slam him with my fist, my boot or my Louisville Slugger. The next morning they found his body, fucked up the ass with a baseball bat and beaten to death. He was tied to a cross that stood between two of the houses on sorority row. Stapled to his chest was a piece of paper with just two words written on it-For Juliet. Chapter 5-Hi, I'm Eve Right after I turned twenty-one I got a DUI. As part of my sentence I had to join a therapy group. I was thrilled. It was just what I wanted. It's what I needed to get ready for my first Halloween as an adult. I'm not being sarcastic here. It really was just what I wanted. You see, I got the DUI on purpose. There was a man in that support group I planned to kill and it would be so much easier if I could get close to him. "Hi, I'm Eve and I'm an alcoholic." "Hi, Eve." Such bullshit. There I was pissing and moaning meeting after meeting. And when I wasn't pissing and moaning I had to listen to the other losers doing it. If one more asshole tells me "it works if you work it" I'm going to loose my mind. I took my time with Phil. First I sat back and let him get up and talk. He was really proud of going seven years without a drink. Of course the three years he spent in prison probably made it a little easier. You know that's what did it-the three years. That's what made me start. When I found out that drunken piece of shit spent just three years in prison for killing my parents, I lost it. I thought that 8 to 10 years for Vehicular Manslaughter wasn't enough. Then he gets paroled after three years. It was more than I could take. Phil got up and started talking about Halloween and how every year when people started putting up decorations he started thinking about the girl he'd met that night. How he was trying to get laid and kept hoping that if she had a few drinks in her, he might get lucky. He'd used alcohol to get laid before, and knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Since he drank so much, it was his only way to relate to anybody. While he was talking I figured out my way in. After the meeting I got Phil's attention and told him that I understood what he was going through. Halloween was a bad night for me too. I said, "It's so tempting I don't know if I'm going to make it through it. I got to find something to do, something to keep me busy so I can get through the night." He was staring at my braless tits jiggle the whole time I was talking. Phil said, "The best thing is to be with somebody. To find somebody who understands what you've been through and will be there for you." "That's a great idea. Why don't we get together and help each other through it?" I asked. His stupid face lit up like he'd struck gold. "Sure, if it'll help." Rocking back and forth on my toes I said, "How about we get a cup of coffee and talk?" "Okay, there's a spot I like to go to just down the street. I'll walk you." We spent the next two hours that night and time after every meeting in that little coffee shop. As we talked I described in lurid detail all the guys and girls I'd been fucking, trying to get my mind off drinking. I described the size of their cocks, how they fucked me, very little detail that I could. Watching him squirm and try to keep his cock from sticking up was hilarious. Of course I'd slip my hand up I could to play with my nipples or down into my crotch to rub myself. One of the best nights was when I told him about the couple I'd picked up and fucked. I told him how much I loved sucking on her big, firm tits. How they felt so full and heavy in my hands and how the nipples stuck out like the eraser on a pencil. It took me a while to find the right word to explain how sweet her pussy tasted. Then I went on and on about how I could feel the walls of her cunt quiver around my fingers when she came. Her husband had a long, thick cock. He pounded me from behind making my mouth grind hard against her cunt, but she seemed to love it. She even egged him on telling him to fuck me harder and faster. They'd obviously had threeways before and liked them. Another night I told him that I might be too exhausted to talk, because I'd fucked a bunch of guys the night before. The bar I went into was full of hunky guys. Rather than drinking I set out to find the guy with the biggest cock. I told the guys that the guy with the biggest cock got to fuck me. So I sat on a toilet in the men's room as they lined up down the hall to show me their dicks. Naturally I had to give them a chance to show me how big they were hard. I gave a few of them a hand-or a mouth-or whatever it took to help them get fully hard. Well, once they got hard, I couldn't just leave them like that so I jerked, sucked, and fucked them all. It was an amazing night. One cock after another was in my hands, mouth and pussy. They used me like a cheap whore and I loved it. When I told them my pussy was getting worn out, they just turned me over and started taking turns in my ass. By the time it was over I could barely walk out to get a cab. But he had the most intense reaction the night I told him about a girl I'd met at the grocery store. I kept staring at the wine so she asked if I needed help picking something out. When I told her I was trying not to buy it, she said, "You need something more fun than wine so you won't think about it. Why don't you come home with me and I'll see if I can't keep you occupied until the craving passes?" I jumped at the chance and I jumped her as soon as she closed the door to her apartment. The tiny little skirt she had on hid a delectable ass and a freshly shaved pussy. Drinking from her was better than any wine and her mouth on my tits and clit was like magic. We spent hours teasing each other, letting the climax build until we couldn't stand it anymore and screamed out as we came. It was fantastic. A Good Night to Hunt While I told the story I was rubbing my cunt through my jeans so hard I almost came while we sat there. Phil was sweating and breathing so hard I thought he was either going to shoot off in his pants or have a heart attack. Every night I had a new story of my sexual exploits. Some of the stories were from my past others were fantasies. He gobbled up every word with his mouth hanging open like a big fish just waiting to get reeled in. Handshakes at the end of the night turned into hugs and the hugs got longer and tighter as the nights wore on. On the 30th I kissed him. It was just a little peck, but his dick got hard as a rock against my belly when I did it. That's when I knew I had him. Phil was half way past me when my car hit his broadside. In broad daylight the dirt road I came out from was all but invisible and it was impossible to see at night. The racing harness and roll cage I'd had installed were sure worth the money. His little compact crumpled up and pinned him inside while I barely even got a bruise. That far out in the boonies it would be hours before anybody came by, so I got to take my time. I got two bottles of Jack Daniels out and sat on the wrinkled hood of Phil's car while I talked to him. "Phil, you thought you were going to get a piece of ass tonight didn't you? Well, you're not. You're going to die. I know that you are because I'm going to kill you." He started to panic. "It's okay to be scared, Phil. You've got good reason to be. You could even scream for help if you want...nobody will hear you but you could try. Want me to help?" I screamed, "Help-somebody help me." I waited for a moment, listening to the silence of the woods around us. "Doesn't seem like anybody can hear. Oh, yeah. You were planning on getting some pussy tonight weren't you? You were going to finally get to see these tits you've been staring at night after night, huh? Wanna see 'em?", I said as I unbuttoned my jacket and shirt. "Take a good look, buddy, cause it's the last pair you're ever going to see." Then I stuck my hand down my pants and fingered my pussy. Pulling it out I held it close to my nose and inhaled my scent. "You wanted to get a taste of this, didn't you? Here you go-have a little " For about half an hour I teased Phil with glimpses of my tits and pussy, the whole time explaining to him who I was and why I was killing him. I'd hit him hard enough that his car folded in and left him completely immobilized. I don't think there was even enough room for his dick to get hard. But then again, the way he was bleeding, he probably couldn't have got it up anyway. "You sure are quiet tonight, Phil. Don't you have anything to say?" Phil's head tilted toward me and he started to speak, "I'm s..." I hit him and said, "I didn't get that, Phil. What did you say?" It took longer for him to lift his head the next time. "I'm...." He quieted down quicker after another punch to the face. Four of five good smacks got Phil to shut up. Every couple of minutes I poured more whiskey down his throat. A couple of times he tried to fight me. I said, "Come on, Phil. It's Halloween. You know you want a drink, why fight it? It's futile. Besides it might help with the pain. You must be hurting bad, huh?" "Lord, give me the strength", Phil was muttering his prayer so I hit him again. His head lolled back on the seat and I started pouring the whiskey down his throat. When they found him his blood alcohol would be off the charts. "Hey does this hurt as bad and getting gang-fucked in prison? Of did you like having those guys take turns riding your ass? I'll bet you liked it, didn't you? I know sometimes I really like to have a big hard dick slamming into my ass. But then again I'm a girl, not a worthless, drunken piece of shit like you." When Phil started to drift away, I reached in the car with a piece of glass and nicked his arm. I didn't cut it wide open the way my mother's was when he hit her. I just nicked it. "Know what that is, Phil? That's your brachial artery. It's the major blood vessel that pumps blood to your arm and hand. If it was sliced wide open like my Mom's was, you'd bleed to death in a minute or two." "That's what happened when you killed my parents. My Dad got to watch while my Mom bled to death. Now I'm going to watch you bleed to death." "If you could move, you might be able to slow it down, but you can't...too bad. You'll be the victim of a hit-and-run. Oh, don't worry. They're never going to find my car. You see it's not really a car." "I know it drives like a car and all that. But as you can tell from how hard I hit you, it isn't a regular car. In fact on the books it doesn't exist. I had it built just for tonight and tomorrow I'm going to have it taken apart. Can you see the cage around the driver's seat? It's stronger and heavier than the ones in racecars because it was built for safety, not for speed." "And see that big hunk of metal on the front? That's what came through the door of your car and fucked you up so bad. That part wasn't even my idea. One of the guys who I paid to put this together asked me what it was for. So I told him, 'I want to hit somebody hard one time and walk away.' He drew that up and said it was what I needed if I wanted to do some real damage. Guess he was right, wasn't he?" "I know you did your time in prison and you've been working the program so you thought all this was behind you. You might have put it behind you, but I haven't put it behind me yet. But don't worry I will in just a little while." "Hmm, I'd better head back to town soon. It's a long drive back to my place. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I don't live anywhere near here. That's just what I told you to get you out here where we could have some quiet time together, but I got to go. I've got a party to go to." "Phil, I already told you how Mom bled to death while Dad watched. The way her arm was sliced open it just took a minute for her to pass out. Dad was stuck in the car while it burned, so that took a little longer. He lived long enough to be burned alive". "If you had stayed there that night and tried to help, you'd know that. But you didn't, did you? You drove off like a little chicken shit and the cops had to track you down." "That's what I'm going to do now, Phil. I'm going to light your car on fire and let you bleed out or burn to death while I drive away. Lucky for me the whiskey you were bringing to my place to get me drunk so you could get laid is here. It's just what I need to get this fire burning." "You know I want to thank you, Phil. Thanks to you, I don't think I hate Halloween anymore. I love it." As I lit the whiskey soaked seat I said, "Hi, I'm Eve and I'm a killer. This is my justice, Phil. You killed my parents so I killed you back." Chapter 6-Cops and Crooks-Witch is Which? That brings us to tonight. Here I am, dressed up like a witch at a costume party with a bunch of cops. We've known each other a while now, Luke. You know what I'm capable of and you know what I'll do to make things right. I always make sure the crooks pay. Tonight is no exception. Luke, you've been a cop for twenty-four years. You and I have been partners for almost two years now. I trusted you with my life and you trusted me with yours. Well, that's going to change after tonight because one or both of us isn't going to walk out of here alive. For a while I wondered how you got started. What was the first crooked thing you did, Luke? Did you do something big or did you just look the other way? Did you just spend so much time down in the dirt and muck that it got on you and you couldn't wash it off? You know I've seen the payoffs. I've seen the beat-downs. I've seen it all and I can't let it go. I have to make you pay. So tonight one of us is going to die. Either you're going to reach down, grab that gun off the table and blow my head off, or you're going to kill yourself with it. That's why your kit is laid out in here. With this stuff lying around everyone will think you were cleaning your gun. It'll be called an accident, not a suicide. Your wife and daughter will get your death benefits and your pension. You'll be buried with full honors. I'm the only one who'll know what you did and I know how to look the other way. You know I can do it. You taught me how. In between those stops we made at my apartment so you could fuck me with your little prick, we did some good police work, partner. And I've done some good police work on my own too. During the last year alone you let three witnesses get killed. I know you didn't pull the trigger, but you let it happen-hell, you even helped. Don't think the drug dealers slipped my attention either, buddy. That little girl you let get away at the high school last month was a set up. Your slimy friends told you to make sure she didn't get busted. I'd already searched her locker before you did. I knew there was X in it, but since she let you fuck her, you let her go. She was a fine little piece of ass wasn't she, Luke? You don't get much of that tight little teenage pussy when you're an old man do you? Had you forgotten how good that young stuff is? Did she suck you off too? You old fool-I knew all about it. She did have an impressive set of tits on her for a kid. I'll bet you had some fun with them, huh? I've got pictures of you two together, along with pictures and video of you and me. The "rape" game I talked you into playing looks so real on camera. It'll be easy to convince a jury you were fucking me against my will. The handcuffs and fucking me with your nightstick makes it look so real. Thanks, by the way, I really enjoyed that part. Plus it makes you look like a sadistic piece of shit who got off on abusing his vulnerable little female partner. The scene where you fuck my face while you bitch about your lazy ass cow of a wife will be a big hit with a jury too, Luke. But I don't think she or your daughter will enjoy it as much as I did. I've watched it all and now it's been edited it down to the essentials. To be honest I like it. I don't know whether it's that hot, or if it's knowing how much it'll fuck you up, but it makes me come every time. Just last night I watched our videos. I put on that camisole and shorts set that you like. You know-the one like your daughter's. A good wax left my cunt smooth and tender. The slightest touch was all it took for me to soak those little shorts. But I didn't just touch my pussy once. I shoved my fingers up in there and diddled my clit until I came over and over again. It was even more fun when my girlfriend, Suzy got there. I know you always thought she was just a fantasy I'd made up for you, but she's not a fantasy. She's real, and she's a great fuck. Suzy let me sit there, leaning back on the headboard of the bed while she ate me out. Then with me on my hands and knees, she rode my ass with a big, long strap-on. I lost track of how many times she made me come last night. I am so proud of the camera work she did. She's a good editor too. She kept my face out of a lot of the shots, but she always got your face and every word you said. At my place with me, in your car with that high school slut, at the customs house with those drug dealers, in that warehouse where you beat that junkie to death, every shot is a gem. If there were an award for best incriminating video, she'd win it easily. Knowing how much stuff I've got recorded, you're wondering if I'm wearing a wire right now. I'm not. Come on and pat me down if you want to. You can even feel me up one last time. You won't find anything on this body that you haven't had your hands on before. But you don't need to, do you? You know there's nowhere to put one in a costume like this. That's why I wore it. Well that and I am a witch. That's what I've become. This is my last time of be an avenging angel so I become the witch that I want to be. And I'm going to disappear like magic when this is over. You see while we've been sitting here the only things I touched were the gun and my beer. The gun has that cleaning rag around it so my prints won't be on it. And I'm going to walk out of here with my beer in my hand, so I won't leave anything behind. All I need to do is wipe my prints off the door as I go. Tonight will be a tragic accident that happened because you were careless and in a hurry to get to the party. I know you're trying to figure out a way to turn this around on me, but don't even go there, buddy. You see if I turn up dead in here tonight, two things are going to happen. One, they'll find the file I've got stashed away detailing all your crimes with pictures as proof. From the pimps who set you up with pussy, to the payoffs from the drug dealers, to the witnesses you've gotten killed-they'll find it all. Two, if you're still alive tomorrow, the guys I've paid to kill you will get you. It may take them a while, but they'll get you. They're the best. They'll hunt you down and kill you. It took me a long time to get where I am. Between my inheritance and my parent's life insurance I've got plenty of money. I'm going to find a nice little quiet spot on a beach somewhere and just kick back and enjoy myself. It's time for me to stop playing games and grow up so after tonight I'm going to retire. But right now I'm going to head out to the party, Partner. I'll just step out through the side door and join the guys out back. I'm getting tired of sitting here and you must be tired of listening to me talk. Like you always say, "Time to choose what you want and go get it." How about it, Luke...Are you ready to choose? As I stood and stretched my tense muscles, Luke slowly reached for the gun. He had a vacant look in his eyes as he weighed it in his hand and then looked up at me. I turned and started out the door before I heard the hammer cock. The door closed silently behind me as I wiped away any prints. I was coming around the corner of the house, waving at the guys by the pool when we heard the gunshot. I love Halloween. It's my favorite night of the year, but it's tough. To make everything turn out just right takes so much work. If you really want to enjoy the holiday, you have to be willing to make the commitment and do the work. A Good Night's Dream It's a Friday night, my roommates are out bar hopping and I'm spending yet another peaceful night alone in the apartment. I channel surf for a while before realizing that there's absolutely nothing on that's worth watching this late at night. Since I have to get up early tomorrow morning for work, I decide it's probably smart for me to turn in for the night. I turn off all the lights except for the one in the front hallway and double lock all the doors, except for the front door, figuring the roomies will be too drunk to figure it out later when they come home. As I get ready for bed, I start thinking about my latest ex, missing him as I realize he was the last guy I had sex with, and that was almost 2 months ago. I sigh softly and shake my head as I cuddle into bed; resigning myself to the fact that I'm stuck with yet another night of pleasuring myself. I open up the bottom drawer in my nightstand, revealing my secret cache of toys. As I reach in and pull out one of my larger dildos, I laugh quietly to myself, thinking what my roommates would think if they saw their innocent little roommate fucking herself silly with a dildo bigger and thicker than her forearm. I reach in to my drawer again, pulling out a small tube of lube, spreading it over the head of the dildo slowly, trailing my fingertips all over the shaft, teasing it like I would a real cock. I reach down and start teasing my already soaked pussy with my fingers, teasing the tip of my clit with my nail as I rub the head of the dildo across my lips, my tongue flicking out, licking the head, slowly sucking it into my mouth. As I continue to tease myself with my fingers and my toy, I feel myself start to get more and more excited, my body starting to squirm, my back arching up, grinding down so hard against my fingers. I slowly pull the dildo out of my mouth, trailing it slowly down my body before rubbing it up and down my slit, teasing myself, making me grind down against the head of it, sliding it slowly inside me, twisting it in circles deep inside my pussy and slowly turning on the vibrations. I start the vibrations as slow as possible and very slowly start to turn it up, getting myself so worked up that I'm squirming and writhing in bed, grinding down against the dildo. I start groaning and gasping, slamming the toy in and out of me. As my orgasm builds, strong and fast, I feel my body tensing and arching up off the bed. When my orgasm finally rips thru me, my whole body totally comes up off the bed and I scream out as I cum, coating the whole toy in my cum. I slowly pull the toy from my body, bringing it up to my lips and sucking it clean. I reach down and put the dildo back in my toy drawer, looking in to see if there's something else I want to play with tonight. I finally decide that since I do have to get up early tomorrow morning, it's probably best for me to just go to bed. I shut my drawer and turn out the lights, cuddling into bed and falling asleep quickly. Around 1:30 am, I wake to hear jiggling at the front door. Since I know my roommates should be back soon, I figure it's just them and lay back down. I fall back asleep almost immediately and feel myself enter a dream. A man enters my room, lowering himself to the end of my bed. Even though the room is dark, I can see he is around 6'1 or 6'2, a nice muscular body and fairly large hands. I feel him move up the bed, his hands on the outside of my body. He moves up me slowly, until I can finally see his face hovering above mine, his smile flashing in the darkness. I automatically feel myself start to get a little wet, my legs parting so that his legs can rest between mine comfortably. He moves his legs so that only his left leg is between mine, his right leg on the outside of my legs. Without thinking, I start softly grinding against his leg, letting him feel the growing wetness against his leg. He smiles down at me, the bright white of his smile shocking me once again. He slowly leans down and whispers in my ear, "Are you still feeling horny, my little toy? Because that was quite the energetic play session you had earlier. " I moan softly as I hear his words in my ear, arching up against him, tightening my legs around his as I grind against him harder. He smiles yet again and reaches down, slowly lifting off my tank top and then his t-shirt. I reach out and run my hands lightly over his chest, moaning softly as I feel the obvious muscle structure, hearing him let out a sigh as I gently scrape my fingernails down his chest. He lowers his mouth to my ear once again and says, "You're going to be my little pet tonight and you're going to follow everything I say, ok? Because if you aren't going to follow my orders, you will be punished and I don't want to have to punish you." I nod my agreement and he smiles at me, kissing me gently on the lips, teasing my mouth open with his tongue, sliding it in my mouth, swirling it around, moaning as he explores every part of my mouth. I run my hands up and over his broad, strong chest, gripping his shoulders and then scraping my nails down his back lightly as he backs off the kiss a little, sliding his tongue out of my mouth and kissing my lips ever so gently again. As he pulls away he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans and pulls them off with his boxers, his rock hard cock springing free then reaching over and sliding my thong down off my legs and tossing it across the room. He lets out one of the most arousing and most frightening moans/growls I've ever heard in my life as he sees my completely waxed pussy, gleaming with my own juices. He reaches down and slowly, softly runs a hand over my wet mound, sliding his hand between my legs to cup me, moaning softly as he leans down and nips at my ear lobe, whispering "Mmmm god little girl, your sweet little pussy is just so wet, so ready to be fucked hard by me huh? Just tell me how bad you want my cock in that perfect little pussy of yours." I whimper at his words, grinding down against his hand so hard, nearly begging to have him fuck me. He smiles down at me once more and reaches down and grabs one of my hands, bringing it to his cock. I wrap my hand around him, starting to stroke him slowly as he teases my pussy, tracing his fingers over my full lips, the tip of his finger constantly brushing against the tip of my clit, making me moan and gasp, arching up, grinding down against his finger harder, on the verge of crying out, begging him to fuck me. I tighten my hand around his cock as I get more and more turned on, stroking him faster and faster until he grabs my hand, this time to stop me as he smiles and slows his finger on my pussy. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slides his index finger deep inside me. I cry out, clenching tight around his finger as I buck my hips, squirming a little beneath him. He slowly adds another finger inside me, making me clench down around him even more, grinding against his hand, crying out and moaning so loud as he starts to finger me slowly. I watch him start to stroke his cock as he watches my reactions to his fingers inside me, gasping for breath, screaming as his fingers keep hitting my g-spot, my whole body squirming and writhing beneath him. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them up to my lips, instructing me to clean them off as he parts my legs, moving between them, his cock resting against my pussy. I squirm as I suck on his fingers, moaning as I taste myself on his fingers. I look up at him, begging him, around his fingers, to fuck me, I watch him smile down at me as he parts my pussy lips with the head of his cock, moaning and gasping as he rubs it against my clit, grinding down against him as he very slowly slides his cock inside me. I clench tight around him as he pushes deep inside me, my whole body arching up against him. As he starts to slowly fuck me, I grind up against him, my legs moving up to wrap around his waist, holding him deep inside me. Our arms lock around each other, our mouths pressed against the others insistently, our tongues twined together as he continues to fuck me slowly, his hard cock working its way in and out of my tight pussy slowly, sensually, driving me wild with every thrust. He and I start to slowly build towards our individual climaxes, the feeling of the other's growing excitement only fueling our own. I clench tighter around him, feeling him flex deep inside me. Our intertwined moans echoing around the room as we grow more and more intense. I reach my climax first, crying out and clenching around him tighter than ever before, feeling my juices gush and squirt from my body. As my orgasm starts to subside, I feel his begin, his cock bursting inside me, filling my tight pussy with his loads of cum, even starting to feel some of it drip out of me and down my thighs. His orgasm triggering another one of mine, my body arching up against him, my stomach and leg muscles quivering, the rest of my body tensed. As we come down from our orgasms, he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him, my head resting against his chest. He leans down and whispers in my ear "Did you like that pet? Because we're going to be doing this a lot and I want to make sure you enjoy it." I nod sleepily, my eyes fluttering shut, cuddling into his arms and falling asleep. I wake up the next morning, stretching out and thinking back on my dream, about how realistic it felt, how much I would love to have another dream like that. As I stretch, I happen to look over at my night stand and see that my phone is flashing with a voice message. I grab my phone and hit the button to listen to my voicemail. As the message starts to play, I hear the man's voice from my dream and my heart stops for a moment, scenes from last night flashing before my eyes, realizing it wasn't a dream at all. A Good Night's Sleep "Up. Now." The words were warm and sharp against my ear, carried on a hard, quick breath. Their tone left no room for argument or refusal, and neither did the hand pulling my collar snugly against the front of my throat, applying noticeably uncomfortable pressure. It was not a request. Sitting at my desk in the home office we shared, I had been busily click-clacking on my laptop for almost 14 hours straight. My back ached, my knees were stiff, and my neck and shoulders throbbed with tension. But I was under a deadline for work, and nothing would deter me. Except him. Wordlessly, I slid back from the desk and turned to look at him. In my eyes, on my tongue, were all the reasons why this was a bad time -- the sheer volume of work we both had to finish, the tight pressure of the looming deadline, features to be completed and introduced -- we had a community to satisfy, even if only for a moment or two. I looked up into his dark, stormy eyes, and all those valid and well-meaning reasons died, unborn, in my thoughts. "As you wish," I said. Even to my own ears, I sounded tired and slightly cranky, and I immediately pushed a smile onto my lips to soften any edge that the words might have had. Moving further back from the desk, I felt the pressure on my collar lighten; only natural as the movement carried me closer to him. I paused for a second as a yawn overtook me, and my arms lifted over my head in a mighty, spine-arching stretch. The quivering movement felt unfamiliar to muscles that were hard and aching from being held prisoner in the same basic positions for too long. It was wonderful. Pushing myself up to stand, then, I couldn't suppress a quiet groan as my lower back screamed and my right knee crackled like a sheet of bubble-wrap under a flamenco dancer's shoes. For a half-second, I imagined the brief flash of a smug grin across his lips, but when I looked again at his face, there was only that stern, passive expression that so often formed his features. Dark eyes watched me, glittering passively in the reflected light from the laptop's screen, and his mouth -- the same mouth that so often spent hours kissing and biting at every square inch of me until I cried and begged to cum -- was set into a firm line. Without preamble or warning, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then brushed his lips softly in a kiss to the tip of my nose. His hand released its hold on my collar and cradled my cheek. My face turned and I nuzzled softly against his palm. My eyes closed and my lips brushed against the heel of his hand, and for a moment I just sank into him, the warmth of his hand against my cheek, the smell of his skin so close to me. "Go undress in the bedroom," he said. The sound of his voice brought my eyes to open, focused on him; he commanded my full attention, he always did. Not that he would settle for anything less. "I will join you there, shortly," he finished. He pulled his hand away from my cheek as I nodded. "Yes, Master." I was moving past him, making my way for the door, when I felt his hand crack sharply against my ass, lingering, grabbing for a moment, searing the heat of his skin and the sting of the smack into my flesh. It made me jump. It made me squeak. It made me freeze in my tracks. "Well? Get to it!" he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. With a mock scowl, I turned and glared at him over my shoulder and stuck my tongue out...then ran out of the room when a dark brow shot up and his hand drew back for another smack, one I knew wouldn't be nearly as playful as the first. In the bedroom, it was a matter of moments to strip out of my t-shirt and jeans, bra and panties, and put them aside. Done, I sank down onto the floor on my knees -- well, mostly on my knees -- to wait. 'Shortly,' by his clock, could mean anything from a few minutes...to a couple of hours. In the latter case -- which had only happened twice -- I was never quite sure if he got distracted and forgot about me, or whether he intended the wait to be deliberate, just to make me sweat. This time, it was a short wait. He came into the bedroom and without preamble pointed to the bed. "On your knees, face down," he commanded. My breath left me. Probably something to do with the way my stomach rose to consume my suddenly racing heart. I swallowed once and nodded, managed to murmur out a quiet "Yes, Master," and stood, climbing onto the bed. I knew, then, what was coming, so I was unsurprised by what happened next. In the middle of the bed, my knees were drawn up under me in a pose that lifted my ass quite high into the air. My cheek rested on a pillow -- as it happened, it was his pillow, which smelled rather delightfully like him -- and my arms were stretched up above my head. I don't know if he was smiling when his hand stroked along my spine, but I could tell from the touch that he was not displeased, and immediately I felt half the tension in my body drain away. True, I hadn't thought that I was in trouble -- he was always quick to make it clear when I'd done something to displease or disappoint him -- but knowing that he was, indeed, happy made all the difference in my world. It was a simple matter to fasten the cuffs around my wrists, a pair of cuffs attached to a single chain that allowed me to turn -- or be turned -- over without being unbound. Black leather with red accents, they were lined and comfortable, and the touch of them against my skin made me shiver, a soft sigh spilling across my lips. When he applied small, brass padlocks to each one, I knew that they were going to be on for a while. A long while. My mind immediately flashed to the looming deadline and all the work before us. I don't know how he knew...whether it was some sudden tension in my body, or if he just has a direct connection into my mind, but almost as soon as thoughts of work entered my head, I felt his hand crack down on my ass, stinging and reddening the cheek he'd spared earlier. "Stop!" he growled. "You know better -- no work in the bedroom." Tears welled in my eyes. Not from the sting of his hand, but because he was right: I did know better, and I was disappointed in myself. "I'm sorry," I cooed in a mewling little voice, sniffling and rubbing my cheek against his pillow, trying to find a dry spot where I'd not tear-streaked the smooth, crisp cotton. I heard him sigh as I felt a thigh cuff slip about my leg, just above my knee. "Don't be sorry," he said as he buckled it securely into place. One of a pair, it would ensure that, no matter what happened, I would remain up on my knees with my ass in the air. I groaned into the pillow softly and shifted my position, spreading my legs wider, parting my knees to where I knew they'd have to be. "Sorry doesn't fix anything," he said. It was something he said a lot. I had something of a habit of apologizing. All the time. Even for things that weren't my fault. It was a habit he was determined to break me of. One of many, many bad habits I'd become aware of -- and started to break -- since knowing him. The second thigh cuff went around my other leg, and within moments, I was bound, helpless, to the bed. Whatever came next -- and I knew what was coming next -- I was in it for the duration. Any choice I had in the matter was gone, I was totally in his control. That knowledge sent a wave of comfort washing through me, as fresh and soothing as the first rain in spring. I didn't trust myself, couldn't trust myself.... I was still learning how to trust myself. But trusting him was second nature. It had taken a little while, but I had long ago learned that he would make me hurt -- he would cause me pain -- but he would never, ever hurt me. It might seem a superficial difference, or even that there is no difference at all, but what it came down to was this: physical pain hurts, yes, but it fades and then is gone, while emotional hurt -- the kind that comes from betrayal of trust -- never truly heals, it scars. It was one of the many lessons I was learning, one of the many things he was teaching me, in the process of becoming the person I could be, rather than simply settling for the person I was allowing myself to be. I was suddenly very aware of myself, of my body. The room's air moving against my skin, the ache of my back and neck and shoulders slowly easing as the pose I was in forced my muscles to stretch out of their tightly bundled knots. I could feel the bed shifting this way and that as he moved into position behind me, the tickle of my long, dark hair against my back and shoulders, the press of my breasts into the mattress with every breath. His hand was on me, stroking my lower back, kneading at the tightly wound ball of stress and ache there, and I could feel him frowning. Then his hand stilled, rested warm and firm and sure, against the small of my back, and I knew it was time. The first blow was still a surprise, his bare hand cracking against my ass, lighting a fire against my skin, as the warmth of his palm lingered, driving the sting deep into my flesh, and I jumped, crying out softly. When his hand drew back, I could feel, with an aching sort of precision, the imprint of his palm and every finger. So clear they were in my sensual perception, that I imagined I could feel the impression of the ridges of his fingerprints in my flesh. When his hand collided with my upturned ass again, it was on the other side, with the same fire-branded impact of the first, searing the feeling of his hand against my creamy skin and leaving an angry pink print in its place when he withdrew. Another keening little whimper rolled out of me, another spasm of surprise to bow my back and tense my muscles...and still, I knew, this was only just the beginning. It didn't take long before the blows were falling against my backside like rain, over and over again, pounding at the tender flesh, leaving it raw and pink, then angry red. His blows increased neither in rhythm nor in strength, but the pain steadily built. I'm not sure when the tears started flowing, nor am I certain when I started sobbing in earnest. I don't know how many times he spanked my ass. I don't know for how long it went on. All I know is that at some indefinable, hazy point in the process, something unhinged inside of me. All of the worry and stress and pain, all of my fears for the future, my pressures of the present, my scars of the past, dissolved into pure sensation. That sensation was like a fire on my ass that radiated throughout my entire body, warming me, cleansing me. Like a fire in a crucible, or the consuming flames of a Phoenix's birth, it destroyed all the poisons inside of me and left only the raw, searing pain of the moment. There were no more fears of the future, no more worries of the present, no more regrets of the past. There was only the pain in my ass, and in that pain there was freedom. On and on it went, until I thought my entire body would break, until every inch of my flesh burned with the same stinging heat as my ass. Sobbing, wailing with abandon, incoherent and feral.... The blows stopped and almost immediately, I was filled with a new sensation as he plunged his cock deep inside of me. I cried out as my body shook and tightened, cumming immediately. I could feel, now, his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me back against him as he fucked me with a demonstration of the same sort of raw, wild abandon I felt in that moment. My senses shifted, and I gradually became aware of more than just the pain in my ass...there was the pleasure of him thrusting hard and fast and deep, over and over, into my hot cunt, the cool air against my hot skin, cooler along the insides of my thighs where my own wetness had long been streaming out of me. All at once, I felt my collar tighten around my throat, my head pulled up off the pillow slightly as his hand once more gripped the chain. "Tell me," he growled, his voice thick and hoarse with the desires coursing through him. "I'm yours!" I responded, my aching ass arching up to thrust hips back against his as he drove into me again and again and again, relentless and unyielding and wonderful. My voice was raw and harsh, a grating sound in my ears compared to its usual smooth girlishness all bubbling giggles and delightful squeaks. "Yes," he hissed, pushing himself harder, deeper into me, as though physically driving home the point he was making. "My what?" I groaned and wished for more leverage, to be able to push back harder against him, but the stretch of my body, the chains holding me in place, wouldn't allow more than the minutest of movements. "Your treasure!" I cried out. I was so many things, a million little different things that he told me every day. "Your love! Your pet! Your slave!" They poured out of me, each one accented at the end with another thrust of his throbbing cock deep into my dripping wet cunt. Another hiss. "Yes." His hand released my collar, and slapped hard at my still aching ass. He said, "Cum for me." My body said yes, Master. I don't remember him unchaining my thighs. I don't remember him laying down beside me, a tangle of legs and warm, naked skin, holding me tight in his arms. I don't remember when I started crying again, or when he started petting the wavy lengths of my raven-black hair. But I remember his whisper on my ear. "It's alright, my pet." I was crying, sobbing, against his chest, my arms still chained above me, held warm and safe and secure. Tears of pain and fear and sorrow and joy and laughter and relief flowed out of me. It was...a release. And one that I desperately needed. I cried and I cried. And when I thought I had nothing more...I continued to cry. After a while, my tears stopped. After a while, my gasping breath calmed. After a while, he kissed my forehead, and spoke. "Now, my pet, you will sleep. And you will sleep well." He kissed each of my eyelids. "And when you wake, you may return to work." He kissed the tip of my nose. I simply nodded. With my arms still chained above my head, there was nothing more I could do. But then, there was nothing more I wanted to do. My body felt incredible. Sore, yes, but loose and languid; the knots and aches that had built up from too many hours at my desk had long ago melted away. I felt...relaxed and safe and sure and loved. I felt good. I nuzzled myself closer to him. "Stay with me?" I asked softly, in the hoarse little whisper that was all that was left of my voice. I could hear the smile in his voice, even as he kissed the top of my head. "Yes, my sweet, until you fall asleep." Again he kissed my forehead, then tilted my face up to take my mouth instead. "And yes," he said quietly, a smug little smirk pulling at his lips. "You are mine." A Good Night's Work The dumb cunt had left the front door open. When will these bitches ever learn that bad things do happen to nice people. I wasn't complaining though. It made getting a quick piece now and then so much easier. It was a simple matter to slip in while she was fucking around in the kitchen. I admired her form as I crept up behind her. She was about 5'5": with a thin willowy build. Her ass-length, curly, strawberry blonde hair was pinned back in a conservative school teacher look. I put her age at about 35. She was a single, mousy looking little thing that taught at a local community college. With a final rush I slapped a piece of tape over her mouth from behind. Then I grabbed her by the hair; yanked her head back and pressed my knee into the back of hers, dropping her to the floor. It is crucial to take full advantage of the first few seconds of their fear and confusion induced paralyzes. Then I punched her in the side of the head with the fist enclosed knife hilt. This dazed her long enough for me to bind her hands in front of her with a zipstrip. I then dragged her into the living room. I stretched her hands above her head and attached them to the coffee table with another strip. Using my knife I quickly cut away her clothing and tossed them to the side. Finally, my prize was naked and helpless before me. Her small tits were capped with tiny light pink nipples and her snatch was covered in sparse, blonde hair that matched her head. I didn't think she was the type to dye her hair but you never can tell. She had pale alabaster skin with a light dusting of freckles on her chest and shoulders. Her light blue eyes were wide with terror and her chest heaved in panic. "Slut, you are about to have the best night of your life." I told her as I started to undress. She moaned in despair as my rock-hard cock sprang into view. It's about 7 1/2 inches long and extremely thick.. It was perfect for breaking slots like this one. Well time to get down to business. I knelt between her legs and pushed on the insides of her thighs spreading her wide apart. I bent down and inhaled the scent of her. I noticed that a little moisture was collecting there. Regardless of what they think they want a woman's body knows when it about to be taken and responds accordingly. I then dipped my tongue into her savoring the taste of her nectar. I began to give her an expert tongue lashing and she responded. Her breathing grew shallow, she started squirming under my ministrations and soft mewing noises began to emanate from her throat. I licked around the edges of her sex, teased her clit and dipped my tongue deep into her honey pot. Finally, my efforts were rewarded. Her body began to quake, her cunt spasms, a flood of juice bathed my tongue. I think she was ready for the main event. Crawling up her body I positioned my dick at the entrance to her joybox. I held her face forward so I could look her in the eye as I entered her. With a powerful thrust I drove myself to the hilt. A defeated wail rose from behind the tape covering her mouth and eyes filled with tears. Oh, her cunt was like a vice. God only knows the last time she was used. I sat still savoring the moment for several heartbeats. Finally I began to slowly withdraw. When only my head was left inside her I would ram myself back in. After several minutes of this treatment I began to pick up the pace until I was frantically hammering away at her pussy. I was licking, sucking and chewing on her breasts. She was tossing her head from side to side as if to deny what was happening, while tears streamed down her face. Eventually I could feel my load building in my sack. "Here it comes you little cumdumpster. Here comes your reward." I groaned as I blasted my spunk into her fertile womb. This in turn triggered her orgasm. This is my favorite part, the look in her eyes; as the terror and disgust war with her pleasure. Having filled her with my load I withdrew and pushed her legs over her head tying them to the coffee table above her, trapping my cum inside her. With any luck I'll knock her up and give her a reminder of our night together. I then took a tour of her home. Grabbed something to eat, have a drink. I ransacked the place and grabbed money, jewelry, DvDs anything small and easily transported. I also took her cell and phones for dumping later. After about an hour I went back to my toy, grabbing a bottle of cooking oil on the way. She was lying there staring into the distance. She had stopped sobbing some time ago. Her legs were shaking from the strain of being tied above her. She couldn't have been comfortable in that position. I cut her legs free first then I cut her hands free. I rolled her over and bound her hands behind her back. Then I picked her up and bent her over the couch. I was ready to go again and quickly entered her from behind. After a few strokes I withdrew and poured the oil over my cock. I spread her ass cheeks and lined pressed the head against her ring. She finally understood what was about to happen and began to buck. I held her down as I continued to push. As I pushed past her resistance to take what I could only assume was her cherry she began to scream. I pushed until I was in to the hilt. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back for leverage and began to punish her asshole with a vengeance. Each of my trusts was punctuated by her gag-muffled screams. My free hand moved forward to twist and torture her nipples. After 20 or so minutes of this abuse I could feel the familiar tickling in my sack. I whipped my cock out of her bowels, yanked her hair causing her to fall on her ass and yanked her gag away. I aimed my meat at her face and blasted stream after stream of spunk over her face and in her mouth. When I had recovered I used handfuls of her hair to clean her ass juices off my cock. Then I began to dress. Right before I put my cock away I looked down at her lying at my feet, her tears and my cum mixing on her face and positioned myself for one final task. As my streams of piss started coating her she hardly even flinched. Yes, she was broken. When my bladder was empty, I squatted down next to her. "Just one more thing you worthless slut." I told her. "If you go to the police or I ever hear that you told anyone else what happened here tonight I will come back. I will come back with several friends and what we do to you will make tonight look like a fucking tea-party." There is a reason I pick the meek, timid ones. Not once has any of these cows ever gone to the police. They are far to scared.