5 comments/ 37894 views/ 10 favorites In The Dark By: Monocle If you're under 18, this story is not for you. Don't read it. Skip or erase the file. If you're over 18, you can officially decide for yourself. The following is a work of total fiction and contains scenes of graphic sex. Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 1999-2003, (as are the typos, and spelling & grammar errors), and any resemblance to persons or events living or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence. The reader is free and welcome to copy and circulate these stories within free legal forums, as long as this disclaimer is included and no alterations to it or the content are made. * * * * * Sandra closed and locked the bathroom door, sighed, and went to the mirror to touch up her makeup, grateful for the brief privacy of the small 'extra' bathroom next to the standard, multi-stalled ladies' room. She was having an OK time, but was getting discouraged, losing the heart and purpose she had come with. Damn Phillip anyway. Her two-year-long relationship with him had been going through a 'rough spot', as her married friends would call it. She snorted. She wasn't sure which turbulence was worse - the fact that he had cheated on her or the almost dismissive way he apologized for it when he was caught. Sandra had though she loved Phillip, and that he loved her. Now nothing was certain. She had left the apartment without telling Phillip where she was going; though she made sure he saw how she was dressed. She was in her black dancing dress. Its low, collar-less V neckline showed just a little more than proper for formal occasions. The elastic, satiny fabric hugged the swells of her breasts and hips, the seamless body flaring into a slightly frilly skirt, also too short for the most polite of company. She had no bra on that night - something else she made sure Phillip had seen. Delicate looking black three inch heels barley covered her feet and matched her tiny purse - just big enough for a compact, a lipstick, a key, a few bills, and a rolled up diaphragm. She slammed the apartment door behind her, shoes clicking, long fiery red hair streaming behind her as she strode purposefully down the hall. She rode the taxi alone, across town. Sandra had come to this club to even the score - find someone, show Phillip how it felt to be betrayed. It was stupid, she knew, but she didn't care at the moment. She knew Phillip had at least some jealousy in him, and wanted to hurt him, as she was hurt. And she'd had no trouble finding guys who wanted to dance with her, buy her drinks, and, she was sure, take her home. Most of them she'd never look at twice. Others were so full of themselves there could never be room for anyone else. There were the oppressive, the desperate, the sleazes, the operators, the actors, the too-innocent, the not-innocent-enough. Sandra managed to find an excuse to reject all of them as the evening wore on. "One more round, and then I'll go home," she thought, looking at her reflection, but deep down she already knew she wouldn't find what she thought she was looking for here. She'd already begun thinking about if and how things could or should be patched up with Phillip, if that's what they both wanted. In flash of motion that took less than a second, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened and closed, letting in a loud blast of music. At the same time the lights were turned off and an instant later, just as Sandra startled from the noise, one hand grabbed her right arm as another clamped over her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in the sudden darkness and she let out a smothered squeal of surprise and fright. Her own hands dropped the lipstick she had been taking out and reached for the arm in front of her as she fought on the edge of panic to free herself to scream. The lipstick clattered unnaturally loud in the unseen sink. The hand was strong and didn't move easily. From just behind her right ear she heard a soft, deeply masculine voice. "No, this is not what you think. I've only covered your mouth so that you would not instantly scream and run the moment I came in. I am going to remove my hand in just a moment, and you will be free to scream then, or simply tell me to go away. I will. You'll never hear from me again. I promise it. I know. You have no reason to believe my promise, but there it is. All I ask is that you hear me out for just a minute. You see, I know you. I know why you are here. I can give you what you want." After a brief pause to let the words register, the hand disappeared from her mouth. Sandra breathed in deep and almost screamed. But instead, to her surprise, she let out the breath, trembling slightly. After a moment, the hand encircled her left biceps, jut has the other had her right. She stiffened at the touch, but again amazed herself by saying nothing. She was being either very brave, or very stupid. Probably the latter, she told herself. The hands held her gently but firmly. She might be able to break their grip if she really fought, but she might not. "How did you-? Y...you know me?" she asked, able to keep the quiver she felt out of her voice. "After a fashion," the voice replied, this time in her left ear - the change causing her to jump again. "I've seen you around here before - women like you. I know what brought you here and what you are looking for. You carry yourself too confidently to be a virgin tired of her status and looking for a white knight to deflower her. You're too discriminating to be a vixen on the make, and too sad to be here because you want to have a simple fling. You've been betrayed by a lover, and are looking to return the favor." He said these things as statements, not questions. Sandra started again. He knew! "But you've not been able to convince yourself to go through with it with anyone you've seen." "No..." (Did she say that out loud, or just think it?) "You were going to go home soon, and try to make up with - who now? "Philli-" She cut herself off. Why would she tell this invisible person anything? She could barely make out a backlit silhouette now, behind her in the mirror, illuminated only by the flickering light sneaking in from under the door. He was tall and wide of chest. The outline of his head suggested short straight hair. He was close behind her and she could almost feel the warmth of his body. "Phillip, then." There was something slightly accented to his speech, but Sandra had no clue where to place it. "You were going to go back to Phillip and see if you could accept again someone who had betrayed your trust... even your love?" Sandra nodded, forgetting that he likely could not see that. "Tell me, was Phillip a good lover?" "Wh.. what do you mean?" "I mean, did he treat you like a beautiful woman should be treated." Sandra gasped as the end of the sentence was accompanied by an electric sensation that ran from her left ear down her spine. An unseen tongue had just liked her on and just behind the earlobe. "Could he awaken your passion with a touch?" Now, the right hand released her arm and fingers drew lightly along her collar bone and downward, delicately caressing the outside of her breast, trailing down her side to wrap around her hip, fingers gently pressing into the side of her lower belly. Sandra's right hand quickly reached and covered the stranger's, half-holding, half gripping it as if to remove it from her. In the darkness Sandra acutely felt every inch of the motion. Everything that had been touched tingled, the sensation spreading out to warm her body. She inhaled and exhaled deeply again, whispering "No..." as she did. She trembled slightly as she felt a pair of warm lips touch her neck on her right side, just above her shoulder line. They pressed a long kiss there, then two more progressing upward to her right ear. She shivered. How could this invisible intruder have such a strong and immediate effect on her? Was she crazy to just stand here? Was this what she had been looking for all evening? "Does he please the needs and desires of your flesh before his own? Instead of his own? Has he ever explored the depths and heights of ecstasy he could give to you?" Now the left hand released her other arm. Its fingers first touched her through her skirt on her outer left thigh, just above the hem. They trailed upward, dragging the fabric with them up her thigh until it fell free. The fingers slid lightly across to her belly just above her pubis, then upward over her stomach, between her ribs, until the heel of the hand pressed against her left breast and the fingers slowly rose to curl up and under, cradling it gently. Sandra had been mouthing "No" quietly in answer to the questions drifting at her from the darkness, her skin goose-pimpling in reaction to the touches it received. But when the hand cupped her breast she gasped again, grabbing at it with her hand. "Hey! Stop!" She pulled at the hand, which held strong, the motion shaking and giggling her firm breast in the cupping fingers. "I've told you how you can get me to stop. Tell me to go away and I will. I promise. You don't have to believe me, but there it is." Silence. Sandra still pulled at the left hand, but she said nothing, her mind full of conflicting thoughts. The invisible right hand then slowly slid flat from her hip to her belly, and began slow circles around and around over the smooth, cool fabric of the dress. At her left ear, between little nibbling kisses, he spoke. "Phillip has squandered and abused his treasures. You are a beautiful, sexy woman. You have a perfectly curved body, a sensuous walk. Your arms and legs are obviously strong, but toned and delicate looking - a wondrously elegant and feminine. Your breasts," the left hand now rubbed the underside of her breast gently back and forth, "are firm, resilient, neither too big to hold nor too small to escape notice. You have a smooth, perfect belly that makes men long to take you and fill you with themselves." Sandra's breathing quickened. She felt herself slowly melting into the touch of this unseen man. Her back was now pressed against his hard chest, her buttocks just brushing against his upper thigh. She felt her heart pound, thought she could hear it louder than the muted sounds of dance music filtering through the door. The lips now pressed up and down the very back of her neck, tongue trailing wetly over the first vertebrae of her spine before meeting the neckline of her dress. The tongue then moved in slow circles around her neck, mimicking the hand circling her belly. The second hand now also started circling around her left breast, never quite touching the nipple, but stroking the, sides, top, and bottom through the sheer dress. It occasionally broke to travel the length of her side down to her hip and back before resuming its tantalizing circuit. Sandra realized that her hands still held the thick wrists as the moved around her body. Not knowing what else to do with them, she kept them there. "Women like you need to be made love to, to have your bodies, and the rest of you, treated properly. You are beings of passion. You need to be allowed the wanton expression of your inner-most self." The words breathed in her ears. The hands switched, left taking her belly over without break, right moving to cradle then circle her right breast now. Sandra let out a small sigh or moan. It was so quiet she couldn't tell. Her knees began to feel weak. "Tell me you name, my beauty." Before she could even think about it, she did. The hand circling her belly made her skin feel hot. She slowly felt the motions move lower. Now below her belly button, now just above her pubis, now gliding over the top of her covered thatch. Her grip on the wrist tightened, as if to slow or stop it. "Wait... no...." she said, but the hand did not stop. Lower still until the fingers began dipping between her legs, causing the fabric of her skirt to tickle her thighs as the fingers and palm began to pass over her mound. "Of course not," The voice said in reassuring tone, "You still don't want to betray the trust of your lover - Phillip. What would he think knowing that another man was stirring these feelings in you? What would he think if he knew another could awaken parts of you he never dreamed existed." "Please... stop..." It was what she had been thinking earlier - only not quite so - intense - as this! Sandra didn't think her 'revenge' could (should?) be so... "Why should you not know what it is to be truly fulfilled. You owe Phillip, the betrayer, what exactly? And if not him... Tell me this is not what you want. Tell me to go away and I will." "Please... Ohhh!" The left hand swept down now, below Sandra's hem, and then back up. The thumb hooked under the short skirt and drew it up with the hand, which slid between her slightly parted legs to gently cup her pussy. Sandra almost fell back, but he was there, sturdy and unmoving, behind her. All she did was lean heavily back into his chest and waist. Her buttocks pressed up against a clothing-covered hardness, and she shuddered at the combined sensations. Sandra said "go away" in her mind, but her mouth only whispered "Ggodd..." She shivered as the hand cupping her pussy began circling slowly. She realized with shock that her panties were damp. The sliding of her labia against each other and the satiny fabric of her panties as the hand moved indicated just how wet she was. She gave a little moan, increasing volume as the right hand finally grazed her right nipple and began to tease the most sensitive part of her breast. The nipple quickly hardened to the seemingly magic touch. The mouth moved forward to her collarbone and under her chin. Sandra felt her head tilt back to rest on a firm shoulder as the lips and tongue devoured and tasted her. "I know, Sandra." For an instant, she panicked. How did he know her name? Yes, she had told him. God, she was shaking all over. And hot. And more turned on than ever before in her life. "I know how to give everything you need." "Mmmmmmmnnooo...aaaoooohhh, The hands switched again. Now the left nipple received its due attention. The right hand slid all the way down, then up under the skirt, over her covered pussy and bush to the top of her panties, slipping under the elastic until the warm fingers at last touched the moist flesh of her womanhood. Sandra's brief protest gave way to a sigh as one strong finger slid down over each of her labia, while a third between them rubbed over her clitoral hood and dipped in between her nether lips. Sandra was awash in pleasure. She had not really known just how aroused she was until that first intimate touch. Now she realized she was suddenly almost ready to cum. "Oh God. Please... sloww- not-oooohhhh." The fingers moved - combination of pressing and lifting, and sliding up and down her slit. The middle digit dragged wetly against her emerging, hardening clit with each tiny movement. Her hips rocked automatically with the motion, rotating her pelvis forward, trying to increase the sensation. Her knees bowed outward slowly, without her realizing. "It is alright, Sandra love," He murmured into her throat, "You can let yourself go. You are safe. No one will disturb you, no one will hear. No one will know but us. You are capable of more than you can imagine." Sandra hissed as the middle finger dipped deep into her simmering, pussy, and then back out and up across her slit to begin short rapid circles over her sensitive button. Just there. That was enough. "Ah! Aaaaah! Oh! MmmmMMooohh!" She shook in climax, the familiar spasms making her body quake. She felt her inner muscles clasp and release, heard her breath catch. It was not the most intense orgasm - it was almost gentle, rolling - but it did feel like the shortest time it had ever taken her to cum. As she shook, the left hand gently pinched her nipple, the right hand slid back so that the middle finger was inside her and the others splaying her labia, and the mouth was gently sucking and licking at her throat. As she slowly came down, glowing from the climax, the voice spoke again. "That was beautiful Sandra. I felt everything. Your body is like the finest instrument any musician could ever hope to play. You are truly something special. I will show you more." Still in the afterglow, Sandra did not fully comprehend the words. What more was there? With Phillip, if she came first, her 'turn' was over, and it was his time. She was mulling this when she felt him quickly sink down behind her, the fabric of his clothes sliding along the back of her dress. In a swift motion, he gripped her panties and pulled them down as his knees reached the floor, drawing the damp silk down her legs to her ankles before she could protest. "What?! Stop! No!" She made to push away from the sink and escape, but the strong, steady hands slid up her legs to hold her was it under her dress before she could. "Sandra, I have so much to show you, if you will let me." His voice was now low, behind her, but gentle, patient. "Lean forward against the sink. Step your right foot up and right. Good. Now the left. Beautiful." Her hair falling forward, almost over her face made Sandra realize with surprise that she had complied with all of these commands. She had stepped out of her panties, and her legs were now a little more than shoulder width apart. She could feel hot breath on the backs of her slightly spread thighs, the motion cooling her wet and open (and exposed!) pussy. She heard him breathe in through his nose, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal. The sound sent a tremor up her spine. "Now, Sandra, I will not be able to speak for a little while. But during that time consider this. Consider whether your lover can do this for you." "Do what?" escaped her lips before she could stop what she felt was a stupid question, but stupid or not, it was immediately answered as a face pressed up into the space between her legs. "OhGOD! AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh." A strong nose pushed between the cheeks of her ass, lips pressed against the sensitive spot where her legs met, and then a tongue snaked slowly up, up, up, and into her slit. It was long - longer than what she knew as 'normal' - and writhed like the living thing it was. Sandra's back stiffened and arched, and she reflexively raised her ass and pressed back to give the tongue greater access. It obliged, sliding up and down, over and inside her slit. She stretched further, and it could now reach all the way to her quivering clit. The contact caused her to jump and cry out. She started moaning then, quietly but steadily. The strong hands now slid up and down her buttocks and legs. Down to her calves and up her inner thighs as she trembled. Her hips began to rotate and rock back and forth as the tongue and lips did things familiar yet strange and new - scary and incredibly exciting. "Ooooh... ooooo... ooooo..." She began cooing. She rode the rising waves of pleasure, for what seemed like hours, or was it just an instant? The tongue danced across her most private parts, circling, dipping into her. She felt her own juices flowing freely, dripping in thin rivulets down her thighs and legs, do doubt completely covering the unseen strangers face. Her wide open eyes still saw little. Dimly she could make out a shadowy ghost that was her face. She almost did not recognize herself - the barely visible, open-mouthed expression of lust on it was almost frightening to her. Almost. Ooooahh... AAaaaahh...AAAaahhh.... AiiieeeEEE!" Slowly - there was no concept of time now- the coos gave way to more incoherent sounds as the fingers and mouth drove her inexorably to a second, greater climax. She felt this one start at her toes and follow the pattern of his moving hands up to her pussy where it exploded into something else altogether. The tongue scraped her clit and dove deep into her. In The Dark "Yesssss YyyyyYYYYAAAAAHhh! HhhaaaAAANHhh! OOOOHHHNN!" Sandra came a second time, crying out incoherently as her inner muscles clutched at the invading tongue and unseen fingers that teased her buttocks and the bud of her asshole. She saw flares of light in the darkness around her and shook with the power of it. The dark shape behind her stayed where it was, tongue quivering in her as she surged and rode it out, only gradually subsiding to pants and gasps with each of his small intimate movements. She shuddered again as the long tongue finally withdrew from her and the dark stranger rose, his body sliding up against Sandra's upturned, exposed derriere - her skirt probably was hiked up and resting around her waist, and Sandra was grateful for the darkness. Imagining how obscene she would look in the light, she felt a shudder of embarrassment ripple through her. The phantom hands never left her body, gliding as the presence behind her rose, moving up under her dress, which bunched along her back and sides until both hands circled around the naked flesh of her breasts, held there by the snug elastic fabric of the dress front. Sandra was still bet over the sink, legs and knees still parted from the mind-blowing cunnilingus. She jumped a little as he stood up fully. A hot, hard presence pressed up along her slit. "Sandra, the taste of you is exquisite - like nectar from a goddess." Even through her unprecedented state of arousal, she felt herself blush and shiver at the words. "Yes. You should know how truly desirable - and delectable - you are. Does Phillip know? Can he make you feel like that with his mouth? With his words? He doesn't even know you can climax twice, given the proper attention?" "Noo..." "You didn't know that either?" "No...yes. Once when- Oh!" The hands began to knead her breasts, occasionally catching a hard nipple between a pair of fingers and pinching or pulling it, making her gasp. The one time she'd cum twice had been with Phillip - not really with him, actually. He had brought her off with his mouth and fingers - efficiently, if not enthusiastically, and had then made passionate love to her for longer than usual. Enough to keep her arousal high and rising until he came, at which point, after some sweet but brief kissing and cuddling, he had rolled off to sleep. She had still been inflamed, however, and secretly, quietly, brought herself off an amazing second time, right next to him on their bed. The need to be quiet and still had made it even more arousing at the time. "How sensitive you are Sandra. You have taught me so much about yourself already in our short time together. How much of this as Phillip learned in all your time together? Tell me Sandra, have you ever climaxed while Phillip - or any other lover - has been inside you?" Sandra shuddered. "No." It was a long time fantasy of hers to know how that felt. But a penis inside her, while pleasant, was never enough stimulation. At best, Phillip made her cum first. At worst, intercourse only left her aroused and edgy when Phillip was finished - not once had he ever...attended... her after he was done. As for other lovers... well, Phillip had been the first and only. Until now. "You would like to know how that feels, wouldn't you. To feel your deepest self embrace your lover in the heights of pleasure..." The rod of flesh pressed up against her pussy began dragging back and forth between her soaked lower lips. "Ooohh.. Nnnnnoooo...nnn" A small part of her mind reprimanded her for not being stronger, for not being able to speak more than vague words of protests or lust-addled nonsense. But this voice was not being listened to, and the rest of her secretly thrilled at the abrogation of control. "You don't want to feel that? Two words, and I am gone." The penis drew back just a little further with each rock. The head tickled her clit, drawing back toward her vulnerable entrance a little more each time. "No.. Doonn't.... Please...Sssstop..." Sandra didn't move. Her hands gripped the sink, legs tense, eyes now pinched shut. "No, Sandra. You want this. You need me." The head slid back almost to her open, ready labia. Her mind screamed Go Away! Go Away! GO AWAY! but her mouth refused to say it. "Goohhh...Nooo. NNOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuUUUhhh!!" In one fluid motion, the cockhead divided her inner lips and slid slowly in. Her cry of protest turned into a hard exhalation of breath as the full length slid into her. The stranger's cock was different than Phillip's. Phillip's had a bulging head that seemed to pop almost audibly into her whenever he first penetrated. This one had a smaller tapered head, almost pointed, that slid in easily. The shaft thickened along its length until, at the base it was a bit thicker than Phillip's was. She could tell so by the filling, extra-stretched feeling that grew as he sank into her. But the real shock was the length. Phillip was a 'respectable 7 inches' long - in his own words. This one was something more. Where she would normally feel Phillip's stomach press against her ass, this cock kept coming. Sliding in further and further until she was almost out of breath. The twin sensation of her shadow lover's pelvis pressing into her rear and of his cockhead pressing into the very end of her tight tunnel was both frightening and incredibly erotic. "Oh. God! Phillip!" Sandra cried, then gasped at what she had said. "No, Sandra, not Phillip. Phillip cannot give you what I can. Let me show you." "Oh, Please... Nooo. Ohhmygod. hhhhhhhh. Ohnooo... hhhhAYYH!" The long, member slid slowly almost all the way out and all the way back in. Then it withdrew part way, and seemed to wiggle slightly as the shadowy shape adjusted position behind her. The angle of the penis changed, and pressed oddly into her for a moment, dragging back and forth until...something electric shot through her. An intense wave of erotic pleasure surged through her pussy and up her spine, connecting with her breasts and shooting back down. "YYyyAA! AAH! AH!" She yelped as the cock teased and poked at the spot, and stroked shallowly on and off it. "That, my dear Sandra, is what has been called the 'G-spot' by the less romantic. Not all women have them in a place as easy to reach as yours. But with you I suspected correctly. Does it feel good, Sandra? Have you felt its like before?" "Yessss.. AH! No..UH! Ohgod! OHhhh!" The cock quickly dove all the way into her then came back to tease her magic spot again. It was incredible. Sandra was almost overloaded with raw pleasure, and realized with terrible wonder she was rapidly climbing again towards orgasm. The cock continued to tickle her, sometimes sliding all the way in, filling her completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking her again. She gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch her breath. Her body was frozen, open and lewdly thrust back, unable or unwilling to move, lest the fantastic connection be broken. "You feel it coming again, Sandra love. I can see it now. I can feel it rumble deep in your belly. You will cum with your lover deep inside you, filling you completely." Her eyes snapped open and stared into the mirror. Yes, she could barely make out a face. Strong lines. Handsome? Maybe, she thought. Then lightning struck inside her and she screamed, stiffening her legs and arching her back as her pussy clamped down on the cock pushing one more time all the way in. "AAAEEEEEIIIIIEEEE! AH! AAA! AAAAHH AAAAEEIIEEE! She couldn't stop. She was so completely full, cumming around the hard cock, buried all the way in her. It was glorious. It was perfect and beautiful. Her pussy fairly flowed with her own cream. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked the pulsing flesh embedded within her. Her nipples throbbed as they were caressed and pinched. Her whole body shook. It lasted almost forever. It almost stole her consciousness and her sanity, but in the end left both barely intact. Her mind and body buzzed in the aftermath, still quaking and spasming erratically every few seconds. "Oh. My. God." She said, panting "What.. did you do?" "Released you, in a way, by beauty. Helped you to experience that which you so much desired." He paused, and they breathed for a while together, intimately locked, not moving. He broke the silence with "Now, if I may, I wish to indulge in your wondrous body for myself. Just for a brief moment." "What do y--oooOOOoooooooo. Ooohh," Sandra cooed again as the dark stranger withdrew and began thrust into her in a more conventional motion. It felt good - very good even, but just enough to keep her sexual glow sustained. Shocks of her after-cum still zapped her every now and then, but he was - fucking - her now for mostly his own pleasure. She felt his heavy testicles swing up and tap on her clit and mound with each thrust. The hands left her breasts and slid down to firmly grasp her waist, pulling her back onto him as he stroked forward. "My dearest Sandra," he said, voice now slightly strained, more gruff, "Are you on the pill?" "Nnnoo-WHAT? No! STOP! Get out of me! UH!" The struggled for a moment, and the cock slammed into her hard once, bumping her cervix and knocking her breath out for a second. "Do not worry, my dear. I needed to ask. I am not wearing a condom." Sandra gasped. He spoke quickly, calmly. "Are you worried I might not be healthy? I can assure you I am as 'clean' as can be. You do not have to believe me, but there it is. Two words and you won't have to worry about it at all. I am the one taking a risk, I have assumed _you_ are healthy." He paused for a few pounding heartbeats. "Are you worried about other things? Pregnancy?" The penis again slowly began to slide out, then back in. "Yyesss. I don't want to get p...pregnant. Oohh Stoooooop." "Are you at the right time of the month for that?" "Yes. Oh, God I think so. Ohh. Don't. Please." "You know how to get me to stop. Bu then, I have one more idea. It is, in the end a fine way to complete our exploration of your desires and needs. Have you ever taken Phillip in your ass?" "My a- NO! Oh God no! Not there!" Phillip had tried it a couple times, but she'd usually chickened out. The last time, she had let him begin, but the fat head of his prick hurt as it pressed into her tiny anal opening and she made him stop. He had been angry with her for a few days after that. "Why not Sandra? It is not so difficult a thing. And I know you are capable of getting pleasure from it - if it is done properly. Everything about you tells me so." "Please, ooooooh No." "This is how it will be, Sandra, and there is not that much time left. You feel so heavenly wrapped around me, holding me, squeezing me. Too good for me to last very long. Either I finish deep inside you where I am now, or we try this one last thing. You must decide soon. And no decision keeps me right here." He gave a hard shove for emphasis, and she felt the head of his long cock knock against the entrance to her womb. Sandra shuddered, knowing the time of the month, and cursing for simply having brought her diaphragm along instead of pre-inserting it. She thought for a panicked few seconds as he filled her once, twice, three times, four times. She might already be too late... "Please don't do this. Ooohh. Please let me goooooooh." Silence, except for the wet sounds of fucking and the distant booming of music. She felt a flutter deep within her. She felt so vulnerable. She couldn't let him cum in her pussy. She knew with dread certainty what the likely result would be. But why didn't she send him away? This stranger had truly given her what she sought - and then some. She felt strangely more free and complete as a woman than ever before. She owed this intruder nothing after all - even if she accepted his advances after all - didn't she? Again, her mind cried GO AWAY! Instead she whispered: "My ass." His motions paused, "What, my love?" Louder, "You can...(oh god)... come into.. my ass.' "Yes, my love. I will." And the long phallus slid slowly from her pussy. It disappeared for a few moments, and she trembled as she felt his right hand release her hip, move between her legs, and start coating its fingers with her own juices, tickling her drooling slit while doing so. The lubricated fingers stole up behind her and into the cleft of her ass, there to spread her honey between her cheeks and on her tight anal ring. Her breath caught as the process was repeated and a finger gently prodded her clenched nether muscle. Then the hand returned to her hip as she felt the tip of the cock nestle into crack of her ass, head pressing slowly into her sphincter. She trembled. "No... Please don't hurt me. uh! Don't do it." "Yes I will do it Sandra, Now relax yourself. Let your tension go. Let me in." "No... No. I- Uh! UH! NUH! NUU!!hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhh! Noooohhh" His hand had left her hip again, this time coming around front, under her. A finger flicked her sensitive clit hard - enough to make her jump, but not enough to be painful. With each flick, her muscles spasmed - contracting and relaxing, each for an instant. Each time she relaxed, the tapered cockhead pressed into her dilating anus, pushing further a fraction at a time. Realization of this hit Sandra on the third, and on the fourth little jolt, the head pushed all the way in. And now the tapered shaft was slowly, slowly sliding into her anal passage. The hand left her pussy to reassert itself on her hip and help pull her back onto the rigid pole. "Yessss Sandra, you're sweet pussy was marvel itself, but your ass is also a wonder. So fine and firm. So tight. I can feel you trying to stop me from entering you, but I cannot stop. Not until I have you - and you have me - completely." "Ohhhhh Nooo. Stop. It hur- ohh I have to go!" "No Sandra, that's me inside you. Do not worry, the feeling is perfectly natural. Aaahh....there. I am all the way inside." And he was. She felt his pubic bone press against her ass. He was buried to the root. She felt incredibly full and bloated, like she really did have to go. Her small, ineffectively flexing anal ring muscle was now stretched wide around the intruding cock. She breathed heavily, almost as exhausted from this last impalement as from everything else that had happened so far. Now the phallus withdrew. It felt like she was making the biggest bowel movement of her life, and reflexively bore down to push it out. But then the movement reversed and it came back in, refilling her despite her internal pushing. "Oooaaahhhhh-Hhhhhhhhhuuuuu!" he did it again. It was the strangest thing she'd ever felt. But it didn't hurt. In fact, it almost felt good. "Stand up, Sandra," said the stranger, moving his hands to her shoulders and gently pulling back. The penis withdrew almost all the way, then slid fully in again, forcing a low moan from her as she stood straight. Her dress fell almost back into place, except where the cock in her ass prevented it. The voice was back at her ear, hoarse, almost whispering. "Ahhhh. That feels so good. It does to you too, I can hear. Now my love we can do this one last thing." He took her left hand, now hanging limply at her side, and placed it on her left breast, then covered her right breast with his hand, and started massaging it. He then reached around, withdrawing and burying his cock in her once more, to take her right hand in his left and bring them both under her skirt to her dripping pussy. Here he guided her fingers along her slit and across her clit. He did not touch her directly - but rather guided her in her own touching of her. "Sandra, you know how to pleasure yourself?" The long cock emptied and then re-filled her rear. "Yessss..." "You do it on occasion - even now." "Nnn...yes..." "Yes. Because you know things about yourself that neither Phillip nor I know - or possibly can know. Some secrets are yours alone." "Oohhh.. Yes..." "Sandra, fulfill yourself while I make love to you. I will hold you. I will love your body. Be free, explore the places within you that only you know." Her rear emptied, then filled oh so slowly. "Mmmmmmmmm...." Both hands now released her briefly and moved to her lower waist, holding her there, allowing him to start a slow, building rhythm of thrusting steadily in and out of her anal passage. Sandra registered every strange sensation of her sodomy but was now also becoming lost in her own touch. "Mmmmnnnnnnn...ssssss" He was right. Her own hands, once released, instinctively began the intimate self-caress that she had learned over the years would bring her to her own satisfaction. She marveled that this was even possible. She had already cum three - three! times. And she wasn't even sore - well, almost. She was sensitive beyond her normal capacities - every touch shot sexual sparks from her pussy up through her spine. She marveled at herself, in the dark, in an almost public place, a stranger's penis in her behind, and no need to be quiet as she pleasured herself wantonly. And she was not quiet. She moaned and grunted with her own touch and the increasing pace of fucking behind her. Her fingers danced across her pussy and breasts. Sandra's knees were still open, and now bent a little, her ass jutting and pushing back to meet each thrust from the phallus. Her arched back allowed her to rest her head on the muscular shoulders of her strange lover, and though he had stopped talking she heard his increasingly hard breathing and thrilled to it. It was his increasing power and pace that controlled things now. Her fingers moved faster to match him, and she felt her own passions rise incredibly again as his movements became fiercer and more erratic. His poise was evaporating, finally carried away by his passion, as he had done so easily with her. He grunted now with his harder thrusts, and she yelped and moaned with the combined onslaught of his cock and her own fingers. "S.. Sandra... Unh..I- I am going to cum very soon now. Ern! Uf.." "Yesssssmmmmmm..." Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Until now, no one but Phillip had ever been inside her at all, much less cum in her. This intimacy had even been denied Phillip until she was sure they were falling in love...the bastard. Now she was letting someone else in - in ways Phillip would be allowed or even know. No, maybe he would know. Maybe she would tell him. "You're going to cum in... my... asssss..." "Yes, my love, very - uh-soon. You are so hot. So passionate. You are close again - ah!- yourself. I can hear it in your voice..." "Yes....loverr... Oh yesss!" "Ohh, Ssssandra I am boiling.. Rh.. rrrrrrRRRRRRaaaaaAAAGGHHHHHH!" His head buried in the hair falling around her shoulders as he let out a deep animal growl and slammed into her one last time. Sandra's eyes flew wide as she felt her anal opening stretched yet further as the planted cock swelled and pulsed. Her own fingers never stopped and she was on the edge her self. A deep throb in her guts was accompanied by an upward surge of the stranger's hips, as if he could shove himself still further into her. She felt, she thought, deep within her a gooey warmth begin to spread. He was cumming into her. Her own hands reacted immediately, her fingers grasped a nipple and her clit, pinched and pulled the way she had taught herself. The sensation was sharp, charged, just this side of too much. But it was guaranteed to send her exactly where she wanted - needed to go. Now her dark lover's hips thrust up again, his cock injecting her with another surge of semen. The feeling spread through her, passing between the barrier between her ass and pussy, connecting with her own singing clit, shooting up through her breasts, into her brain. Sandra came. Her scream drowned out the lower growls of her lover as he filled her with his seed, his own orgasm heightened by Sandra's strong clenching anal muscles. Colors swam in her vision as she spasmed and shook, held standing only by vice-like hands on her waist and the rigid, jetting cock in her ass. Every cell vibrated with ecstasy. She was the embodiment Sex, the incarnation of Pleasure. Tears streaked her face as she shook uncontrollably. It went on and on - the hips grinding into her, the filling of her bowels, the teasing of her most private flesh. The air around her hummed. Perhaps she even blacked out for a second, the head-rush feeling blending seamlessly with her climax. She drew in big heaving breaths, matched by the heavy gasps from her finishing lover. In The Dark Slowly, as if descending from clouds, they relaxed together. Sandra let out a final shuddering sigh, her rear muscles squeezing one more time. She heard her dark lover gasp and felt him jump at the sudden pressure. The cock slowly relaxed and subsided, still buried in her ass. The deflating feeling was another strange sensation to Sandra, who could not suppress a giggle. The squirmy sensation caused more reflexive squeezing and the softening cock was slowly pushed out. The big hands now slid around her body once more, right resting on her belly, left between her breasts as he held her gently against him. His head still rested on her shoulder. She turned hers toward it and their lips found each other in the darkness. Their first kiss, through stray strands of her hair was passionate and wondrous - like everything else this night. Sandra detected her own intimate taste on his lips, and scent on his face, mixed with his faint, spicy cologne. The kiss lasted for a long time, barely broken by Sandra drawing her hair away and turning to face her lover for the fist time. Her arms encircled his broad shirted torso, as his enveloped her smaller frame and allowed her dress to fall fully back into place. Slowly, she became again aware of the world around her. The beat of music outside their small, dark world rolled on. Her breathing was normal. She was kissing and holding a complete stranger - one who had showed her things about herself she would never forget. One who had changed her. Finally she broke their kiss and leaned back against the sink. She could make out a little more of his face. It was handsome. She found she wanted to see more. "Thank you." She whispered. His hands ran up and down her arms, one cupped her chin. "No, Sandra. Thank you." They stared into each other's shadowy eyes for a minute. A small smile on both their lips, a searching expression on Sandra's face. He released her then, and she heard more than saw him draw his pants up his legs and fasten them. "Who are you?" She finally asked. The question had been trying to surface for the last moments. "Do you really want to know?" "Yes... No! Wait! Ah!" But he was gone. Just like he had appeared, he disappeared from the small room in a second, unlocking, and slipping out the door in a fluid motion, flipping the light on as he left and momentarily blinding Sandra. She almost ran after him there and then, but stopped herself after the first step reminded her that her slick pussy was bare under her short dress. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw her thighs glistened with her own cream, and the liquid sensation in her ass betrayed a small leak of the stranger's cum from there. She couldn't leave the room like that. Sandra stepped to the door and locked it - correctly this time. She realized with a chuckle that turning it right, as she had when she came in, did not in fact cause the lock to catch. Turning it left, as she did now, did. If she had been paying attention - she looked at her watch and gasped - almost two hours ago! - this whole...event... would never have happened. Sandra used the facilities, and cleaned and collected herself, in a slight daze. Her panties were unsurprisingly dry now, having been off for so long, and serviceable enough, thanks to the relatively clean nature of this less trafficked bathroom. She put them back on and looked at herself in the mirror for a short time - not bothering with makeup other than to clean up obvious streaks or smears. As she reached down for her tiny purse, her hand almost knocked the small card off the sink. It was business card size, but all it had on it was a handwritten phone number. She smiled to her reflection. She felt alive, adventurous. She was the same as before, yet also somehow new. Somehow free. She took a deep breath and left the small side bathroom, squinting into the blasting sound and flashing lights of the dance floor. She walked slowly around the periphery, between the tables one more time. She was tired and going home (home?) but wanted to look around one more time. Maybe she would see him. Maybe he would see her. Maybe others would look at her and recognize what she was, now. She was surprised that she hoped it showed that much. Near the exit she might have seen him. He was the right size, and his face might have been the same one she had almost seen in the darkness. Their eyes met for an instant, then drifted apart. Recognition? Something else? She could not tell. Sandra left. The taxi ride to her apartment was uneventful, and she spent it thinking about her life, per present and future. When she stepped into the apartment, she saw Phillip on the couch sleeping in the glow of a late night TV movie. Quietly, she passed into the bedroom, undressed and slipped into bed. Then she got up, donned her seldom-used full pajamas and got back in. Tomorrow, She and Phillip were going to talk about who was keeping the apartment. It wasn't going to be him. Tomorrow, she would also be making a phone call. Maybe. In the Dark I am walking down stairs. All the lights are on. I flip the switch, sending the room into darkness. The only light is from the television. It sends shadows across the wall every time it changes scenes. You stood up when the lights went out. You are looking toward me. I'm still in the shadow of the stairs. I can see you, but you can't see me. You are walking toward me. I ease into the darkness, my back against the wall. Your arm reaches right in front of me to hit the switch. Before you get to it, I duck under your arm, running my hand up your leg, until I am holding your cock in my palm. I grab the front of your shirt with my other hand and whisper, "Where do you think you are going?" You start to say something, but I stop you, putting a finger to your lips. "Ssshhh...just relax. This is going to be fun, but you must play along. Nod if you are game." With a slight movement, you nod your head. "Good. First rule. You can't say a word. No sounds. Second rule. You can't touch me unless I tell you to. Third rule. You have to do everything I tell you to do. No question. Still agree to play?" Again, you nod your head. I can feel your cock starting to grow in my hand. You're getting excited, just at the thoughts I'm putting in your head. "I am going to strip you. You, stand right where you are, don't move." Using both hands, I start unbuttoning your shirt. One button at a time. As each button is released, I kiss the flesh behind it. I untuck your shirt, and undo the last button. Kissing the skin just above your belt, I feel your stomach quiver. I unbuckle your belt, take it out of your pants. Unsnap your pants, ease the zipper down past your swelling cock. Pulling the two sides of your pants apart, I wrap my hands around my lips, put the edge of my hands lightly against the tip of your cock and blow my hot breath through your briefs. Your hands clench at your sides. Slipping my hands inside your briefs, I push them and your pants down to your ankles. You are barefoot. "Lift your foot, one at a time," I tell you. As you do, I remove your clothes. I pull your shirt off you and drop it. You are standing naked in front of me. I love looking at you. "Sit in that chair and watch." I open my robe. There is nothing underneath it. Sliding it down my arms, it joins your clothes on the floor. Using just the tips of my fingers, I rub them over my tits. Using my index fingers, I circle my nipples. I walk to you, stand with my legs on either side of yours. My fingers work their way down my stomach, edging into the hairs protecting my pussy. Using my middle finger, I slide it up and down, giving you full view from top to bottom. Using my other hand, I hold the lips open, so I can circle my clit, teasing it. Taking my finger a bit lower, it slips into my pussy. "Imagine my finger is your big hard cock fucking me." Not stopping the movement of my finger, I lean forward. "Kiss me." I trace your lips with my tongue. As my tongue enters your mouth to play with yours, I lower my body so that I brush your dick every time I move my hand. Still kissing, I reach down and take your hand. I replace my finger with two of yours. Breaking the kiss, I lift my tits. "Kiss them." You take my nipple in your mouth, licking it with your tongue, scraping your teeth across it. Then you switch to the other one. My hips are moving with the thrusts of your fingers. I put my hands on your shoulders. "Fuck me! Fast and hard! I want your cock slamming into me!" You pull your fingers out of me, and guide your cock to the opening of my pussy. With just the tip inside, you lower me to the floor and put my leg over your shoulder. Holding yourself up with your hands, you drive into me. In and out, hard, fast, and as deep as you can. Each thrust raises me off the floor. You lift my other leg and put it over your other shoulder. Bending over me until my knees are against my tits, you shove your cock into me, and keep pushing. I can feel you stretching and straining inside me. Using my muscles, I clench you, squeezing you tight. I feel your body jerk, and your hot cum shooting into me. You push harder still, the pressure against my clit making me cum with you. Game over. We both win! In the Dark I was so tired when I got home. Work sucked, as usual, and I hadn't been able to sleep the night before because my hoosier neighbors were out on their back porch partying all night. I made a sandwich for dinner, watched The Apprentice, checked my email and then started getting ready for bed. I had a strict routine when getting ready for bed: check that the front door is locked, brush my teeth, pee, make sure the alarm is set, take off all my clothes and then crash into bed. My routine went off without a hitch and I drifted off to sleep. Around 3 a.m. something woke me up. At first I thought it was just my hoosier neighbors at it again, but then I realized the sound was someone breathing. In my room. Before I could move, someone was on top of me, pinning me to the bed on my stomach. My hands were tied to the bars at the head of the bed; my feet were left free. I tried to kick out, but the person merely slapped me on the ass and gave a low chuckle. A male chuckle. I had already assumed my attacker was male, but the laugh confirmed it. Hands reached under my hips and lifted me onto my knees. Those same hands slid over my hips, across my ribs and cupped my breasts. He was spooned against my back and I could feel the soft cotton of his clothes. He was big. Probably 6'2" to my 5'7" and solidly built. He was warm against me and the contrast to the cool sheets made me shiver. He chuckled again as my nipples pebbled in his hands. He pinched them. Hard. Just enough to make me wince. Just enough to make me wet. There was a strange man fondling me in my bed and I was getting turned on. What the hell was wrong with me? He brought my attention back to him by sliding one had down to the smooth lips of my pussy. I didn't normally shave, but I'd done it as a special treat for my sometimes boyfriend, Owen. Personally, I thought that a grown woman making her crotch look like a prepubescent girl was a little twisted, but Owen got off on it and then I got off on Owen, so it worked out well. My hairlessness must have surprised my late night guest because he hesitated at the top of my mons and caressed me there for quite some time. Then his thick fingers pushed lower and he parted my folds. The task was made easy by the obvious sign of my arousal. "You're wet," he growled next to my ear. If it hadn't been dark and I hadn't had the curtain of my hair to hide behind, he would have seen me blush. What the fuck was wrong with me? I should have been screaming, kicking, something. Instead all I could do was squirm as he pulled back and found my clit. Then he got a sound out of me. A low, hoarse moan. The man had the hands of an angel. He used his middle finger in slow, teasing circles, dipping down occasionally to lubricate his finger in my vagina. I was going to come already. I could feel it rising, tightening. The bed dipped and shifted. His fingers left me and then I wanted to scream. "I've got something better for you," he whispered. I felt his warm breath against me before I felt his sweet hot tongue push inside me. In and out he went, driving me insane. I was rocking on my knees, trying to push him deeper inside of me. His tongue slid lower to my clit. One of those thick fingers slid deep inside me, then another joined his mate. I didn't think I could take it when he tried to push in a third, but I did. I took three of his fat fingers inside me and as they kept up a lovely rhythm that stroked my G-spot, his tongue mimicked it. His tongue beat against my clit like some psychotic soft-billed woodpecker. I was picturing that stupid woodpecker in my mind when I came. I wasn't expecting to come so soon and my orgasm was all the better for my unpreparedness. My inner muscles squeezed his fingers until I'm sure they were numb. Deep low cries were torn from my throat as I rocked back against him. I couldn't stop coming. If I were a weaker woman, I'm sure I would have passed out. He kept at it until my thighs began to quiver and I was so out of breath I couldn't even tell him to stop. The bed dipped and shifted again. I heard a little noise from the living room and then the house was silent. My muscles were warm and achy and I stretched like a cat. I buried my face in the pillow and fell into the best sleep I'd had in a long time. When I woke up the next morning, I was still tied to the bed. Whoever he was, he must have been a Boy Scout because those were the best knots I'd ever seen. It was, of course, my hoosier neighbor who came to my rescue after I'd been yelling for three hours. After untying me and getting an eyeful in the process, he invited me to their next back porch party. In the Dark I woke up and it was dark all around me. It took me a while to realize that I was lying on a huge pile of pillows, of all different shapes and sizes, in the middle of a big, luxuriously carpeted room. I couldn't see what I was wearing, but I could tell from the feel of it that it was a sheer nightie. It cupped my breasts and flowed down over my stomach, my crotch and my upper thighs. That was it. No panties, nothing else. I was positioned so that my upper body was on an incline, with my head above the rest of me, and my legs were apart, dangling off the edge of the mound of pillows. It was a very relaxing position. I knew someone was coming even though the pitch-black room was blanketed in silence. A door opened across the room, somewhere far in front of me. No light crept through the open doorway, but there was a gentle breeze. I heard the click! of the latch as the door closed again, and I imagined my lover padding over to me in the darkness. There was a rustling on the floor in front of the mound of pillows. Suddenly, gentle hands were lifting my left foot, and soft lips met my toes. I gasped- my feet are very, very ticklish- but pretty soon a tongue joined the lips in their conquest and my sighs became those of passion. Butterfly kisses landed on the top of my foot, my ankle. The other foot got the same treatment and then the lips were moving up my shins, my knees, and then my legs were lifted and kisses were planted on my calves and the backs of my knees. I wanted to melt into the pillows. The kisses moved to my inner thighs, the tongue joined in again, and just as I was getting all riled up... they were gone. Disappointment threatened to consume me until I vaguely felt hot breath flow over the mound at my center. A tingling sensation shot through my body. The gentle hands from before spread my legs a bit wider and suddenly my clit was exposed. The hot breath made it shrink back under its hood. I quivered with anticipation. In one quick move the strong hands (which had to have been connected to strong arms) lifted my buttocks and separated the cheeks, and a hot, invasive tongue ran a slimy trail from the top of my crack to the tiny little bud of nerves connected to my center. I screamed. The mouth only grew hotter, pressed harder. It wasn't just a mouth now but a face, the tongue wriggling around inside my love canal and the lips pressed to the entrance, trapping it there. The nose was almost flat up against my tiny bud, moving slowly back and forth in an effort to coax it out of its hiding place. Eyelashes fluttered against my skin. I began to writhe uncontrollably as the face totally consumed my sex. Just as quickly as it struck, it pulled back. There was no more waiting with breathless anticipation, however; the hands immediately and gracefully flipped me onto my stomach and dragged me backwards a bit, so that I was kneeling, bent over the pillow pile. One of the hands went under my chin and turned my face to the right, bringing it cheek-to-cheek with my lover's, and the other went between my legs to make sure I was ready. I was. When my lover's mouth pulled away from mine, the hand between my legs was gone and two fingers were placed gently on my lips, and being that they were under my nose I could smell the scent- my scent- on them. They were dripping with sex, and I willingly brought them into my mouth and sucked them clean. My lover inhaled sharply, and at the same time his enormous cock slid securely into my hot tunnel. He filled me completely. I cried out at the wonderful sensation of being filled, and we stayed like that for a moment: the tops of his thighs pressed against the backs of mine, his balls resting against my slit, his hands gripping my waist. Finally he leaned over until his chest was flat against my back, wrapped his arms around me and grasped my breasts in his enormous hands, and began thrusting furiously. I had been needing release from the moment he began to kiss my feet, and so I bucked right back against him, begging for it. He squeezed my nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers and then used one hand to reach down and tease my clit. Since my torso was resting against the pillows and I didn't need my arms to support me, I easily reached back between my legs and cupped his balls as he drove into me. I had been ready to come for a while but I wanted to wait until my lover was ready. I knew he was on the verge as his leg muscles tensed against mine and I turned my head to the side and circled his ear with my tongue before darting it inside. That was the last straw. His balls tightened to his body and he drove into me one final time, spilling his seed deep within me. I squeezed his member tightly inside me, and that was all it took to set off my own orgasm. My head flew backwards, coming to rest on his shoulder and I reached behind myself and scraped my nails down his sides. He moaned and shot another load into me, then collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes of silence and stillness, he leaned back. His now-flaccid cock came out of me with a soft pop!, and in one fluid motion, he rolled me over onto my back again, pulled down my nightie, kissed my forehead, and was gone. ... I woke up in my dorm room, dripping with sweat. Wow. That dream was HOT. In the Dark What just happened was the most amazing experience of my life. I made love with my best friend's husband and it was with her permission. How this happened was a spur of the moment thing. My name is Lucy, I'm 33 years old, and 5 feet tall at 105 pounds with barely B-cup breasts. I am Asian and have a proportionate body that most of my friends consider slim and cute. I am a medical professional and don't have a lot of free time. I have been in America for a little over two years on a work visa. I was married when I was 22 but we were only together a year and it didn't work out. We are still legally married but I haven't seen him in over 6 years. He lives with a girlfriend and had a baby with her so there is no future there. I've gone out with a few guys since our breakup but nothing serious and only had a brief encounter of sex with one guy in the past 5 years. My friends are my life away from work. I have several friends, all female, but I'm not a bisexual person so basically, I have relied on self gratification to relieve the tension. When I get a weekend off I stay with one of my dear friends, Sonya and her husband Dave. They have a guest room which I use regularly. I enjoy their company and they include me in their outings when I stay with them. Dave is a real gentleman and is in his early 50's. Sonya is my age and from the same country I am from. We can talk for hours and I feel so comfortable at their place. Last night, I got off work late Friday night and had made arrangements to arrive at their house late in the evening to spend the weekend. Sonya's husband was already asleep when I arrived which wasn't unusual since he works every Saturday morning. When I got there, Sonya invited me to eat and we began talking about any subject that came up. Sonya was always telling me that I needed to find a good man to fill the void in my life. Our conversation was steering toward the sex and love area. I told her that love wasn't real high on my priority list but sex a little more often would be nice as long as it didn't result in a relationship. She started describing her amorous sex life to me and I started becoming aroused and very interested in what she was telling me. She went into details of her relationship with her husband. She told me that she, like me being a smaller girl, had been scared to have sex when she first saw the size of her husband's cock. She told me that she didn't think it possible to be able to have comfortable sex with a cock that large. Dave's cock as she described it was almost two inches in diameter and little over seven inches long. We being asian don't see cocks that long or fat in our culture. She described the first coupling and told me that although she wasn't a virgin, it hurt a little when he introduced his cock to her vagina. She went on to tell me of the stuffed feeling it gave her but she started having multiple orgasms with him from that first time and that he is a very good lover. She also told me that he had never fathered a child because of some accident in his younger life that had left him sterile. Her details intrigued me. I had never had a lover that made me fully comfortable with sex, not even my former husband. Sonya went on to tell me that Dave was loyal and never strayed in their relationship even though he was tempted by a variety of younger girls on a regular basis. She had seen many openly flirt with him and he laughed it off but enjoyed the attention they gave him. Then the shocker came. Sonya asked me if I wanted to practice my flirting skills on her husband and see how far I could lead him on. I didn't think it was a real good idea because I really liked Dave and didn't want to jeopardize a good thing. Sonya persisted and told me that she would enjoy watching me openly flirt with Dave and see if I could get him aroused. I asked her if I did this, what were the limitations. She then told me, that there were none. I then asked her what would happen if it resulted in my having sex with Dave. She said that if I could get Dave to do that then she didn't mind sharing him and that there wouldn't be any jealousy from her. I couldn't believe this was real or what my friend was offering. Dave was a handsome man, older but in great shape and a real friendly guy who I had a lot of respect for but married and apparently happy. What Sonya said next shocked me even more. She said, "Dave has commented to me that he thinks you are cute and confessed that he enjoys stealing glimpses of you when no one is looking." She went on to say, "He won't make a move on you unless you tease him into it. If that happens, it's alright, I would enjoy watching him with you and it won't change our friendship or my relationship with my husband. Besides, it would do you good to have sex without having to worry about the complications that go with it in a normal relationship." Here was my best friend, offering her husband to me. All I had to do was entice him to take me. I was worried but at the same time excited at the possibility. When I finally went to bed early in the morning, my mind was swimming and it was difficult to go to sleep. I was aroused at the prospect that might happen and my vagina was slightly damp. I slept until a little after noon on Saturday. When I got up, Dave was already home from work. We had a birthday party for a friend's daughter to attend in a few hours. I was thinking of my conversation with Sonya last evening as I was dressing and although unsure if I wanted to tease Dave or not, I selected a flowing white summer skirt and loose fitting low cut blouse to wear over a pair of white panties and a tight ¾ cup bra that pushed my breasts out a little more than normal. If I was going to tease, then I needed to select something to tease with. When we arrived at the party, I began to notice that Dave was watching me more than I had previously realized. As the opportunities presented themselves, I bent over so that he could see directly down my top and get a good view of my upper assets. He looked at every opportunity. I began to wonder how far I could go with this teasing. When we returned to the house, I sat in a manner that allow my legs to be pointed in his direction to get an occasional peak at the contents underneath. He was looking, stealing glances that suggested that he didn't want anyone to catch him. I deliberately lifted a leg that let my skirt lift up so that he had a clear view of my panties twice and I caught him eyeing me both times. I looked at his crotch but didn't see anything that suggested he was enjoying the views. When I looked at Sonya, she knew what I was doing and just smiled and gave me that encouraging nod to proceed. As she had said would happen, Dave didn't try to come on to me but he sure was enjoying the show. Dave left Sonya and I to ourselves and retired to bed at his usual time. When he was out of earshot, Sonya told me she had noticed that Dave had taken in every detail of my flirting that day and suggested that he was probably dreaming of me. As we passed the time with our conversation, Sonya said, "Lucy, now is the perfect time for you to make love with Dave. All you have to do is slip in bed beside him and let nature take its course, Dave won't know it's you at first and if you reach over him and gently stroke his cock, he will get aroused thinking it's me." All I said was, "Are you sure you're alright with this, I don't want it to damage our friendship." She said, "It won't, I want to see the glow you are sure to have when you finish with him." I told Sonya, "I'm a little scared. What if he doesn't want me? I'll be so embarrassed if that happens. I won't be able to face him." She said, "Don't worry, by the time he realizes it's you and not me, he will be so far into it that his male hormones will take over whether he wants it to happen or not. Trust me, I know him." I was excited now and made my decision. I silently moved toward their bedroom. The room was dimly lit by a small nightlight. Dave was soundly sleeping on his side. My heart was pounding in my chest. He was covered about half way up his chest with a sheet and the sound of light snoring told me he was asleep. I entered the room and went to the vacant side of the bed. I removed my blouse and let it drop followed by my skirt and then kicked off my shoes. I was trying to decide whether to remove my bra and panties and then remembered that Sonya had told me she only slept with panties on so I removed my bra. I hoped he didn't wake up as I slipped into bed because I am a bit shy and didn't want him to see my bare chest. My heart was racing at a furious rate. I began to have second thoughts about what I was doing but forced myself to scoot over next to him, spoon fashion and there was no change in his breathing or hint of movement so I settled in next to him. Slowly, I reached over his body and discovered he was nude, this is something Sonya had forgot to tell me but was a pleasant surprise. I located his cock and he didn't stir as I touched it and held it in my palm. I was about 2 and ½ inches long, soft and velvety feeling. It was warm. As I slowly massaged it, it began to get longer and fatter. I thought I heard a slight groan but he still didn't move. It didn't take long before his cock had swelled to the magnificent weapon Sonya had earlier described. This was the biggest cock I ever had in my hand. At this point, Dave rolled onto his back but was still asleep. I was unsure how to proceed from here so I elected to see if I could fit his cock in my mouth. I scooted down under the sheet and gave his cock a few kisses up and down the length then started taking the tip between my lips. This brought more groans from Dave so I took it in a little deeper. There was no way I could fit the whole thing in my mouth, it was just too big but I managed to get about half of it in my mouth. That's when I felt Dave's hands come up on the sides of my face and gently pull my mouth down on his cock. I lifted my head, afraid that I would gag and he didn't force me down on it but did moan which told me he was waking now. He said, "Sonya, that feels so good, don't stop. I'm so horny after the show Lucy put on today." I thought, "He thinks its Sonya doing this and he did notice the teasing I had done." Dave then said, "Sweetheart, if I wasn't married to you, I might be tempted by Lucy, so I hope you don't mind if I fantasize a little tonight." "Oh, my," I thought, "Dave is thinking about me right now, what if he knew it was really me sucking his cock?" He was becoming really aroused now and his cock was getting real stiff. I don't want him to come in my mouth but I don't want him to discover who is in bed with him either. If he reaches for my breasts, he will surely know it's not Sonya as mine are smaller than hers although we are both about the same height and weight. I tried to take him as deep in my mouth as I could, hopefully that should distract him enough while I slip my panties off. It worked. As I let his cock slip out of my mouth, I scooted up over his body and straddled him but kept the cover over my head so he wouldn't see me. I got hold of his cock and then realized that it was bigger than I imagined in my mind or felt in my hand. I am certain that it was going to hurt when I try to get it in my pussy but I have to do it now, before he realizes that I'm not Sonya. It's a good thing that all this excitement has gotten me lubed up, my pussy feels like it's soaked. I placed the head at the entrance to my vagina and start pushing down on it. It stretched me wide open and hurt a little as his cock gained entrance. With barely an inch or two in me, I have doubts whether I can get him inside me. His cock is too big for me but I keep pressing down on it. Even though it hurt some, I kept up the pressure until I had about half of him inside. Then I backed off a little and did a few up and down movements before I impaled the rest of his cock inside me. When I felt it bottom out in my pussy, I became aware that I wasn't sitting on him all the way yet. I felt so full and stretched but the pain went away almost immediately. My pussy was juicing like crazy and I rested a second while I was trying to get comfortable with this huge cock inside me. Dave moaned a little more and said, "Sonya, you feel so tight tonight, what did you do?" I couldn't answer him because he would know it wasn't Sonya so I just let out a little moan of my own. When I got accustomed to his size, I started to bounce up and down on him and it felt as if he swelled up a little more. Full downward movement still caused a bit of pain but it was a good pain. It was then that the covers fell back off of me and he could now see that is me, Lucy, not Sonya planted on his cock as I continued to impale myself on his magnificent cock. Dave looked at me in shock as he realized he was buried in a different pussy than the one he was used to. He hesitated for only a few seconds and then tried to raise up. I thought he was going to push me off but he twisted around with me still impaled on his cock and got on top of me. Then Dave said, "Lucy, you feel wonderful,I thought it was a dream but I have wanted you since I first saw you." as he pounded into me full force. My orgasms started hitting me, again and again and he kept the steady rhythm of our coupling going. After what seemed like eternity, he stiffened, buried his cock all the way inside my pussy and started pulsing, expelling his cum inside me. I hit my peak one more time as he collapsed on top of me and we laid together in the afterglow. His softening cock slipped out of me along with a pool of our fluids that ran down the crack of my behind. It was then that he kissed me fully on the lips and said, "Lucy, I don't know how this happened but I was dreaming of this as I went to sleep." As I looked past his face, I saw Sonya, standing in the doorway with a smile on her face. She had watched. In The Dark Gavin had had quite a time in Vegas. As he grabbed his belongings from the conveyor belt at the baggage check and stepped outside, he realized how sorry he was that he'd never be able to tell anyone about it. While his adventures had nothing to do with winning millions or being chased by the Mafia, he was still confident his story was one of the more wild ones to hit The Strip since it was built. Looking for his sister, Alana, who had been on the trip with him, he kept watch for the limo that was supposed to pick them up. Alana had won the trip for two to Vegas, and had been nice enough to bring her 18 year old baby brother along. She had planned to spend the vacation hooking up with strangers, and hadn't wanted a boyfriend or girlfriend around to get in the way or feel left out. So she had brought Gavin, with the idea being that he was someone she felt comfortable sharing a room with, yet knew he'd stay out of her way. The limo was part of the vacation package. Gavin should have been excited at the idea of one more fun thing to do before the trip officially ended. But all he could think about was that it had, indeed, ended. What had happened back in Nevada was absolutely mind-blowing, but as the saying goes—what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. In Gavin's case, that meant his secrets, and any relationships he might have developed. He was more than bummed out on that note, and when he finally saw his sister with her bags, smiling big without a care in the world, she only reminded him of how unhappy he was. She had been particularly talkative during the last leg of the flight, talking of all things nonsense. She was almost too cheery, which didn't help Gavin's mood one bit. He didn't know if he could stand a ten minute limo ride with her. "Gavin? Hey, Gav!" a voice called out from the mass of travelers and cars lining the pick-up route. Gavin turned to the voice, recognizing his friend Jim before he even saw him. Jim was a friend from high school. Not a great friend, or even necessarily a very good friend—they had rarely hung out outside of school, and had never exchanged phone numbers. After graduation, Jim had moved away like most everyone else in the senior class had--except Gavin. That gave Gavin a summer without friends, which had actually turned out to be the greatest summer of his life. But that's another story. Or several stories... Feeling as he did now, however, Gavin was glad to hear the familiar voice. He saw Jim and raised his arms. "Jim! Holy shit, man! What are you doing in town?" Jim explained that college wasn't going so well. That didn't surprise Gavin—Jim hadn't been much of a student in any course. Jim also revealed that he still lived with his parents, since they had moved close to his college. "So when I wanna get away," Jim explained, "I come back here. My folks are always asking questions about what I'm doing if I'm not back with them, you know? Always ridin' me and shit. But I come back here and they're cool with it." "Why are they cool with you coming here?" "My aunt and uncle live up here. And my parents think they're just like them. You know, all strict. They think my uncle Carl is a good influence, and it's good that we're friends." "I take it he's not, though," Gavin grinned. "No, my uncle's cool. He's no bad ass. He just knows he's gotta let me do my thing, you know? So he covers for me. Just warns me not to get in any big trouble." "So no drugs?" Gavin laughed. "No, no man. I'm off all that shit. Well, most of it. I'm off cigarettes, too." Gavin couldn't believe it. Jim had always been high on one thing or another on the weekends through high school. But even as he confessed, Jim seemed to have a firmer grasp of his self. Good for him, Gavin thought. "Funny thing is," Jim added. "On those rare times when I do get some shit, I'm at home in the fuckin' garage when I do it!" And he laughed and laughed. "So what kind of trouble do you not get into at your uncle's?" Gavin asked. "Drinkin', mostly. Got myself a killer fake I.D. You got one too, right?" Gavin shrugged, "Actually, I've never needed one. As long as I don't get too bold or too drunk, the bartenders around here are usually cool with me." Jim smiled big at that. "Well, shit, man. That's cool. I gotta be the only guy who drives five hours back to his high school town to drink because he can't get away with it in college. So yeah, I do a lot of drinking. But more than that is the girls, man." "Yeah," Gavin said with a sly grin. He, too, had found no shortage of attractive women in town over the past few months. "I know what you mean." "We were all so hung up on the girls in our class that we never even noticed all the pussy everywhere else here, man. Did you know this town has one single man to every four single women?" "Really?" "Yeah, it's something like that. That's four ladies for every dude. At least. And that's just this town. I'm not countin' all the small towns around us. Drive a little ways and you're in a whole new market—oh, hey. Is that your sister?" Gavin turned toward the direction of Jim's suddenly very concentrated gaze. Alana was there, and she had found the limo. The driver was helping her with her bags. "Yeah," Gavin said. "We just—" "Vegas. Yeah, I heard. That's cool she brought you, man. She must be a real cool sister. That's why I'm not goin' on and on about how fuckin hot she is. Out of respect, you know?" Jim intended that as a joke, which made it much less offensive than if his ignorance had been lost on himself. Still, Gavin was well aware that several of his friends had fantasies involving his sister. Fortunately, none had made them reality. "Well, I better get going then," Gavin said, turning away slowly. "Oh wait, wait, man," Jim said. "Why don't you come with me? Tell me about Vegas, man. Tell me about all that juicy pussy you fucked." Gavin gave Jim a frustrated glance. "I didn't actually do much..." Jim looked like he'd just been shot. "What the hell do you mean? You hit something out there, right?" "Well," Gavin smiled, remembering Kay, the only interesting stranger he'd met on the trip. "Yeah, I met one girl." "That's more like it. So come with me. I'm picking up my aunt here. She's flying in from her folks' place. We can drop her off, then go barhoppin' all night. I know some ladies that are definitely up for some wild shit when I'm in town. All we gotta do is find 'em." Gavin weighed the options of going with his sister, who, especially after that long flight, he could use time away from, and the possibilities Jim was offering. And Jim won, hands down. Gavin didn't even bother telling his sister in person. He called her up on his cell phone, and let her know what was up. She wasn't at all put out, and even encouraged him. Then Gavin watched the limo pull away. "This is sweet, man," Jim said as they waited for his aunt. "Just wait until you meet these girls tonight. Blow your mind, man. And more than that!" He laughed hysterically. "And just think. The vacation doesn't end till you get home, so later, when someone asks how many women you had on your Vegas trip, you can say three! Or four!" "Four?" Gavin said, astonished. "Are we having an orgy?" Jim just smiled. "Oh, we will. If we play our cards right, man...we will." Apparently someone didn't play their cards right. Gavin didn't know if it was his presence that screwed things up, or if Jim was just full of shit, but they met several teases and no real prospects for the kind of night Jim had promised. In fact, the one girl that Jim had found was an old "playmate"—Jim's term for a girl he fucked on nights like these, and then wouldn't see or hear from again for a few weeks. Her name was Cindy, and she was an extremely thin, and very tall Latina. She was attractive, but she had, in Jim's words, "the personality of a door." But get her in bed, he laughed, "and it's one hell of a door you can bang all night long". The bars had closed by the time they found Cindy, and so the chances of finding another girl were slim. "I don't mean to be rude," Jim had said to Gavin, "but you had sex on your vacation a few days ago, or maybe yesterday, even, right? And I, well, it's been over a week for me. If it was the other way around, I don't care if the chick came on to me first and she was the hottest thing on the planet. I'd let you take her. But, you know..." "Yeah," Gavin said, not really hurt at all. He knew Jim meant a lot by what he'd said, no matter how weird or awful it sounded. And he knew Jim was dead seriously honest about his pledge, too. Gavin hoped he could find a cab, as they were the only ones left still on the street. "I better get home," Gavin said, walking to the curb. "I'll leave you two alone." "Hey, whoa! Don't go, man!" Jim called back. "Don't give up on me yet." Gavin turned around to hear Jim's case. Jim explained that Cindy had lost her friends earlier in the night at another bar. She was expecting to hear from one of them soon, and she would definitely invite the girl over for Gavin. "Besides," Jim said, smiling. "I got your suitcase in my trunk." And now Gavin was at Jim's place, or rather Jim's aunt and uncle's place—a big two bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. Gavin sat in the dark in the study as he tried to ignore the sounds coming from the guest room, where Jim and Cindy had disappeared five minutes ago. He knew he should just leave. It was past 3AM. If Cindy's friend was going to call, she would have. But on the way home, Jim had told Gavin that Cindy might agree to "seconds" after he was done with her. Gavin would not normally consider such an offer, but tonight it seemed a viable option. Maybe it was the drinks, off which he was pleasantly buzzing. Or maybe just being with Jim, hearing his stories and concentrating on nothing but finding good "playmates" all night, had had more of an effect on Gavin than expected. Either way, Gavin was surprisingly horny, considering the weekend he'd just had that should have left him too worn out to even get an erection. And now he was listening to Cindy's very loud and very sexy moans and groans and screams. Right now, Gavin just didn't have the willpower to simply walk away. While he waited, he tried putting his mind on other things. He couldn't help being horny, but in case nothing happened tonight, he didn't want to be too worked up. He wondered how Jim really got away with all this, considering how loud and careless he was while being a guest in his uncle's house. How did he know his aunt and uncle wouldn't be here when he brought back, potentially, three women in typical bar slut gear? And with all that noise coming through the walls, how would he hear them if they suddenly came home? Maybe they really were okay with all this. If so, Jim might just have the coolest aunt and uncle on the planet. Perhaps they had a prearranged deal. Maybe, on nights Jim was over and went to the bars, his aunt and uncle would have plans to be out really late to give him room. Yeah, Gavin thought. That must be it. On the other hand... Gavin heard the back door open, and there were voices using words he couldn't make out. He froze, afraid of being caught in this awkward scene. If Jim's aunt and uncle were in the house, they could definitely hear their nephew and his date going at it in their guestroom. Surely they would seek out Jim. And they would find Gavin, and how would that look: A stranger just sitting in the study, buzzing and horny, listening to the sounds of sex in the dark. Gavin suddenly wished he had taken that limo ride after all. He pictured the horrified look on Angie's face—Angie was Jim's aunt—when she saw him there. Though he had seen her only briefly when they picked her up at the airport, as she had gotten in the back seat while they drove to drop her off, never giving Gavin a good look at her, Gavin did remember her having a very friendly, sexy face with a body to match. The type of face that felt familiar, even if you'd just met. She had a big smile with perfect teeth, her hazel eyes sparkled, and her long blonde hair had just the right touch of work and casual. Two thick strands fell over her face, in her eyes, giving Gavin the kind of image that was impossible to forget, even though he'd only seen her face for a couple seconds. Angie was 30, looked a little younger, but carried herself like a woman who knows how to take care of herself. He remembered Jim telling him that she used to live in a big city, though which one he couldn't remember. She was independent, and therefore would have no issue with screaming at Gavin to get out of her house as soon as she found him. She might even call the cops! In the car, Angie had been very easy-going and likeable, even loveable, in her conversation. Gavin wished he wasn't here to see the opposite side of her. Gavin waited, not sure how to get himself out of this. And Jim and Cindy's continued moaning wasn't helping any! Eventually, however, Gavin realized that quite a bit of time had passed, and he hadn't heard voices, or even footsteps. The study door was open, so if any lights had come on, he would have seen the glow. What was going on? Had Aunt Angie and Uncle Carl left? Gavin moved slowly towards the door of the study. He was just about to look out when a noise startled him—no, not Jim or Cindy. This was another sound. Another moan. A moan! And another moan. One was female. One definitely male. And it didn't stop there. Besides the moans, there were groans and gasps and... What the hell was going on here? Gavin peered out the door and down the hall, and saw that he had made at least one wrong assumption even before his eyes adjusted. The light in the kitchen had been turned on. He thought he would've noticed the glow, but hadn't. But more importantly was what the kitchen light was illuminating. Uncle Carl and Aunt Angie were standing next to the sink, holding each other and fucking passionately. From what Gavin could see, Carl, at least, he thought that was Carl--having never met Jim's uncle before, he could only assume at this point—had his pants around his ankles. He was leaning back against the counter, holding Angie in front of him and thrusting into her from behind. Angie had a skirt on, so Gavin couldn't tell if her panties were pulled to the side or if they'd actually come off, but either way she was getting some deep drilling. Carl's hands were beneath her shirt, and from the movement beneath her clothes, Gavin could see Carl was very eagerly massaging her breasts. He sucked on his wife's earlobe, and Angie arched her neck back in response, moaning loud enough to hear, but not enough to compete with the sounds coming from the guestroom. If Gavin was horny before, he was absolutely on fire now. But he didn't dare move. Getting closer could prematurely end the show. And he definitely wasn't going to go back to hiding in the study, having to listen to two couples going at it with him in the middle, all by himself. He reached down and felt his erection straining madly against his pants. In the kitchen, Carl whipped Angie's shirt right up over her head, revealing a pair of quality C cups in a black bra and a necklace with blue stones that looked amazing next to her milky skin. Carl pawed at Angie's generous mounds, squeezing and fondling them and pushing them together. She gasped and cried out as he continued fucking her at a slow but steady pace. Eventually Carl unhooked the bra and tossed it away, and Angie's gorgeous naked breasts spilled into view, her pink nipples fat and erect. Her tits bounced magnificently as they fucked, and they proved more than a handful each when Carl tried to grasp them. It wasn't but a few seconds later when Angie whispered something, and then they quickly switched positions. Carl was still fucking her from behind, but now he had bent Angie over the kitchen table. This gave him better access to plow into fully, and the difference was audible by the pleasure and intensity of Angie's groans. She braced herself on the table top, her breasts swinging freely and her nipples grazing the hard, cold surface. This went on for several minutes. Gavin didn't know how long Angie had been staring at him, but it was his own damn fault for not being careful. Maybe she had first seen him when she bent over the table, which brought her to face his direction, or maybe she had spotted him even before that. Obviously Carl didn't know he was there, and with the chandelier over the table in his line of sight, it wasn't likely he could see Gavin even if he were looking for him. But Angie definitely had Gavin in her sights. She stared at him. The expression on her face didn't register his intrusion—she looked like he'd expect a beautiful woman having great sex to look like. But her eyes were no doubt focused on him. He was too terrified to move, clinging to the last hope that maybe he was just imagining this bold stare. But then Angie blinked, and something about the way she did it convinced Gavin that she knew he had seen her looking at him. Now they both knew. Gavin didn't know what he was going to do, and he desperately wanted to know what Angie's plan was. She whispered to Carl again and they ceased fucking as she got up from the table. They were silent, but there were still sounds and cursing coming from Jim and Cindy from the next room to keep the ambience of sex. Carl and Angie moved out of the kitchen, coming Gavin's way but going out of sight to do so. He suspected they were going to their bedroom. Maybe Angie hadn't seen him after all. Or maybe she thought Gavin was some drunk who wouldn't even remember this in the morning, so why bother making it a big deal. Or maybe she loved her husband, and didn't want to see him go to prison for killing this creepy guy staring at her by revealing what she'd discovered. Whatever was going on, Gavin was ready to bolt for it at the next possible opportunity. But that opportunity never came, because all of the sudden there was movement in the hallway, and it was getting closer. Gavin jumped back from the study doorway and tried to hide under the desk. It wasn't great, but it was all he had. Besides, the dark offered him a chance—just as long as no one was looking specifically for him. Even with the little light show he'd just had, Gavin had spent enough time in the darkness of the study that his eyes were already readjusting to the night. He could make out very clearly that it was Angie who came through the door first, and Carl was right behind her. Angie looked around as if she were blind, which, in the darkness, she practically was. She was definitely searching for something, but couldn't make it out. Of course, if she really thought something, or someone, was there, she could've just flipped on the light. But she kept it off, and then gave up her search, turning her attention back to Carl. Her wearing nothing but a skirt and high heels, and him now wearing nothing at all, Angie guided Carl to the desk chair, a big, leather, reclining model, in the middle of the room—the very recliner Gavin had been sitting in before they had arrived. Before he sat down, Angie went to the desk, and Gavin feared for his life. He didn't breathe as she opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a long, black handkerchief. "Put this on, baby," she said seductively, ignoring the sounds still coming from the guestroom as she turned to her husband. Gavin wondered if he had nine lives, and if so, had he just used one of them? He was certain Angie had spotted him. But she acted like nothing was a miss. Maybe he was wrong. She didn't seem the type to get high or wasted, but maybe she was so drunk she didn't realize what she saw when she stared at him down the hall. In The Dark Whichever the reason, he wasn't going to press his luck. This blindfold was a way out. Sooner or later they'd find him if he stayed. But once that blindfold was on Carl, and once Angie went to do her thing—whatever that was--Gavin would have a chance to escape, and he would take it. Carl put the blindfold on as Angie took off her skirt, revealing no panties; not even pubic hair. Even in the dark, Gavin could see that her body was absolutely amazing. She didn't have the perfect figure of a pin-up model, but that didn't mean she didn't deserve her very own nude calendar. With long legs, a flat tummy, a bubbly ass and killer curves joining it all together, Angie slid into the chair, the leather creaking as her perfect naked form eased into it. And then she reclined it halfway. As she reclined the chair, she brought her feet forward and closer to Gavin. There was less than a foot of space between him and her now, making escape much more difficult. Instead of a quick and quiet run, he'd have to be slow in order to avoid touching her and giving himself away. He stared at her feet in those high heels, and then at her smooth, long legs. He swallowed hard. Carl finished the blindfold, then waited for Angie to grab his wrist and guide him. She pulled him to her, and he stepped over her, straddling her face. Reclined, she was at the perfect height to have his crotch right in line with her mouth, and Angie wasted no time in utilizing her mouth to please him. She licked him with heavy, wet strokes, her abundant saliva oozing down and dripping off his hard shaft. Then she wrapped her lips tightly around his fat head and sucked him, bobbing her head back and forth. He cried out in pleasure. Gavin was so mesmerized by the hot scene that he nearly forgot he was supposed to be escaping. Somehow he snapped out of it and prepared to make his break. He moved slowly from under the desk, but the going was slow. He was making mere inches of progress that seemed to take hours. He froze when he saw Angie's hand drop from where it had been on Carl's clenched ass cheek and move between her own legs. She toyed with her clit and lips, rubbing herself gently, slowly. Gavin was entranced, as this particular movement was happening just feet away. Gavin knew he had to be breathing very hard now, as he was both nervous and terribly aroused. Fortunately, Jim and Cindy's noises, as well as Carl's softer but closer groaning, masked any sounds Gavin might inadvertently have made. And then there was a new sound, a wet, hollow sound, as Angie picked up her pace and began deep-throat fucking Carl's cock rapidly. After two dozen or so of those magnificent strokes, Angie took Carl all the way, pulling him to her with the one hand she had on his ass as she bobbed forward as far as she could go, his dick inside her all the way to the hilt. She held him there for a second, maybe two, and then gagged and choked him back up. Saliva streamed from her mouth and his dick, but Angie was quick to lick it up and return to sucking and deep-throating him eagerly. Gavin wished terribly that he could stay and watch, but he had to move now, before they changed positions. He took one last look at Angie's cunt as she fingered it, and then... But she wasn't fingering herself. Her hand was down there, but, strangely, she rubbed herself with the back of hand. And her index finger was curiously curled, and it was moving. Curling and uncurling, over and over. She was beckoning him. It had to be. There was no mistaking the gesture. Especially after she moved her legs from in front of Gavin and spread them out on either side of the desk. He had nowhere to go except for where those luscious legs leg him—to the sweet smelling honey hole that just soaked with excitement. For a moment he didn't move. Regardless of what his dick was telling him, Gavin didn't want to do this. He didn't want to get caught. And there was still that .001 percent chance that she wasn't really calling for him, that this was just a coincidence, and he could still leave unnoticed. Then, to prove her desire, Angie lifted her left leg and rubbed her ankle and part of her heel against Gavin's face and neck. He kissed her ankle lightly as it touched his face. And at last he knew he had to do something. Angie put her leg back down, and Gavin reached to her pussy. His hand was shaking when he finally touched her fingertips. As soon as he did, she moved her hand back to Carl's ass, giving her more control as she pushed him into her mouth over and over. Gavin then touched her lips, wet and swollen. He quickly found her erect clit, and he teased it gently with one finger as he slipped another inside her. Above, Angie moaned for the first time around Carl's cock. Now Gavin was the only one in the house not making noise, though he wanted to. He fingered her for almost 5 minutes, and just feeling her soft, tight cunt made him desperately hungry for her taste. And as if she had read his mind, Angie reached down and pushed his hand away, then beckoned him again. If she didn't want his hand, then she must want head. And he was definitely going to give it. Gavin moved completely out from under the desk and kneeled between her legs at the foot of the chair. He should have been afraid Carl, even blindfolded, might turn and notice his presence but with the sounds Carl and Angie were making, Gavin knew this was the kind of blowjob that shakes away any distractions. No, Carl wasn't a problem. As long as Angie kept up the enthusiastic sucking, he was harmless. Gavin parted Angie's lips with his fingers, and then lapped at the inner folds of her pussy. He was soft and long in his strokes, and made sure to cover everything before finally plunging into her hole and tongue fucking her. She bucked her hips and screamed into Carl's dick in response. "Oh fuck, Angie," Carl gasped, overwhelmed by the vibration of her scream on his hard-on. "Slow it down or I'm gonna lose it, darling." Angie spat him out, then grabbed his cock with her hand. She was gasping for breath and spit and pre-cum glistened on her lips and chin. "Oh yeah," she panted, rubbing the big wet cock all over her face. "That's so good, sweetie. That's so fucking perfect..." Certainly Carl thought he was working some kind of magic, but Gavin was sure Angie was actually referring to him as he devoured her pussy. He nibbled, licked, and sucked every part of her, repeatedly tongue-fucking her in between. Her legs clamped around his head, and then spread apart again. She was in a frantic ecstasy, and Gavin only hoped she could control herself enough to keep Carl in the dark about it all. "Can you believe how loud they are," Angie whispered breathlessly, referring to the screams and the sound of the bed hitting the wall from Jim and Cindy's room. "It's so hot. I could listen to that forever." So that's why they tolerated Jim's wild ways, Gavin thought. They were getting off on it. And here he was worried they'd think he was weird for doing the same thing. Gavin was so into pleasuring Angie that he never realized how close he came to getting found out at that moment. As he ground his face between Angie's legs, Carl reached back, intending to finger her as she continued to rub his cock against her face and lips. But she caught him just in time, stopping his hand and bringing it back up. "Let me take care of that," she said. "You hold these." And she scooted up a little while leading him a short step back, so now Carl straddled her chest. She put his hands on her fat breasts and had him push them together around his dick. "Fuck my tits, sweetie." Carl did as instructed, and with his cock already lubed up from his wife's spit, working up a frantic pace in her cleavage was easy. The movement of bodies had startled Gavin though, and he sat back, watching, being sure he wouldn't come in contact with Carl who was now a little too close for comfort if Gavin kept eating Angie out. He was still horny as ever, but he wasn't crazy. Gavin had no idea how worked up Carl could get. His thrusts could get bigger; he might draw back far enough to touch a head that just happened to be buried in between his wife's legs. So Gavin moved to the side, finding a good spot to watch the erotic show of Carl thrusting his big cock between those beautiful, sweet tits. Angie saw him, no doubt, but she didn't make eye contact. Gavin didn't blame her. This was awkward enough. After a while, though, Gavin decided his fun was probably over. Carl was too close to Angie's crotch and her face, so there was nothing she could do to please Gavin without taking a huge risk. He realized, even though Angie might be up for some fun another time, this might be her way of telling him that was it for tonight. She was probably hoping Gavin would take this chance to leave. So, reluctantly, he got up and started toward the door. "Oh, sweetie, cum! I want you to cum! Please, sweetie!" Angie cried. The sound startled Gavin, and when he looked back at her, he saw she was craning her neck back over the top edge of the headrest, looking right at him. "Where do you want me to cum?" Carl asked desperately. "Fuck me first," she pleaded, looking back toward Carl. "Make me cum with your big, fat dick, sweetie." But then she looked right back at Gavin. And then she reached to him and curled that finger again, beckoning him. Gavin approached. He undid his pants. Angie, meanwhile, lowered the chair, reclined it a little more, and guided Carl to kneel between her legs. The chair was at the perfect height for him to fuck her, and he took no time in getting right to doing just that. He grabbed her legs and held them on either side of himself, using them as leverage as he pounded her fiercely. In the other room, Jim and Cindy's moaning was growing with intensity. They had been fucking and sucking every which way, but now they were nearing the end. Jim had Cindy on the bed on all fours, and he fucked the skinny young woman deep and hard in her pussy as he fingered her asshole. She growled like a woman possessed. Angie cried out from Carl's fucking, for the first time being louder than her guests, but apparently not giving a damn if they heard. Gavin stood beside her, his pants off, waiting for her to show him what she wanted. He trembled with excitement and fear. She quickly guided him to straddle her face, just as Carl had, except Gavin was facing the other way. His balls dangled in her face and his rock hard erection pointed towards her wobbling tits. Before he could guess what she wanted, Angie gobbled his nuts up into her mouth and sucked them hard. She then grabbed his cock and began jerking him off. Even though he'd have preferred having Angie alone, Gavin couldn't help but watch Carl's dick fucking that juicy pussy as he grew lightheaded with the pleasure from Angie's talented tongue and hand. Gavin's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he felt the cum quickly building. Angie spit out Gavin's balls and screamed out, helping to keep up the charade that her blindfolded husband was the only one pleasing her. Then she scooted Gavin forward a little, guiding him so he could fuck her tits. He needed no coaxing to grab the fleshy mounds and push them together as Carl had done earlier. They were still wet from Angie's spit Carl had spread there, and so he set a pace quickly. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!" shouted Jim, and Cindy could be heard screaming unintelligible words as they finally came together. As he orgasmed, Jim plowed Cindy against the mattress, fucking her hard and sticking his finger in her ass all the way to the last knuckle. She had tears of passion running down her face. Thick drops of excess cum oozed out of her drenched pussy. The two men fucked Angie for a minute longer, hearing Jim and Cindy coming down from their climaxes the whole time. Angie had finally had enough, and she reached her own orgasm. Her cunt tightened on Carl as she came, and she thrashed in the chair and screamed out. The extra sensation was too much for Carl, and he pumped faster than ever as the cum began shooting through his system. Gavin didn't think he was quite ready, but then Angie suddenly buried her face in his ass, tonguing his asshole. He had never experienced this before, never even considered it, but it was exactly what he needed to catch up. He was instantly cumming. "On my tits!" she cried out. "Cum on my tits!" To do so, Carl had to pull out. He would have removed his blindfold, but Angie caught his dick with her left hand and jerked him off herself as he fucked her hand instinctively. Gavin, wanting to get out of the line of fire, backed up just in time. But he could only move so far, and his ass was still in line with Angie's tongue. She continued licking his hole as she jerked him off with her right hand. The two men spurted at once, both plastering Angie's magnificent breasts with thick layers of sperm. The guys were so hot that a lot of the cum went further than expected; Gavin's went all the way down to Angie's belly, nearly hitting Carl, and Carl's splattered Angie high on the chest. He even hit the hand Angie used to jerk Gavin off. The jizz just kept coming, Carl having the good fortune of being able to scream out, while Gavin had to grit his teeth and fight his vocal urges. When it was all over, Angie's entire torso glistened with hot, wet, sticky white cream that ran down her ribs on both sides. Gavin's instincts told him to make a run for it, no matter how much he would've liked to have stayed to enjoy his post-orgasmic bliss. With cum still dripping from his dick, he backed away and went to grab his pants, knowing he had seconds to get out of there. But then, in a flash, Carl stepped away from Angie and took off his blindfold. Gavin froze. "That was the best ever," he said, and he bent down to kiss her. He saw all the cum and did a double take. "Oh shit! I've never cum that much before in my life! I'll go get a towel." He left the room, never noticing the third person in the room. His back had been turned to Gavin the whole time. "Get the blue towel," Angie called after him. It's downstairs in the wash." Gavin had his pants back on before Angie finally spoke again. "We don't have a blue towel, so you've got a little time while he goes crazy looking for it." She giggled. Gavin said nothing. "Does Jim have your number?" "Yeah." "I'll be calling you, then, Gavin. Is that okay?" The room was filled with wet sounds as she rubbed her hand in the thick coating of cum on her tits and tummy, spreading it even further. Hell yes! Gavin thought. Though he actually only muttered an astonished "yeah". "You better get out of here." Angie lifted her hand, dripping with the cum from two men, and rubbed it all over her face, licking some of it away. Her other, clean hand dipped into the mess on her tits, restarting the process. She again brought the hand to her face and spread it, then slurped what she could from her palm and moaned. "Mmmmm..." Gavin was getting hard again from that alone. "We're going to have some fun, sweetie," she said as Gavin began to leave. It was too dark to tell for sure, but from the bright sound of her voice, Angie seemed to be smiling very, very big. Gavin sure was. * FOR MORE STORIES featuring Gavin, check out Autumn in the Window, Watch and Learn, Sibling Secrets, and many more... In the Dark Sam wasn't having much fun. He had to spend Passover at his sister's ultra-orthodoxs, and he was going stir crazy. And it had only been two days–another six to go. And no girls. Not that it would have made much difference. Sam, was, while very friendly and likable, not exactly Casanova. He was nineteen in two days and still a virgin. But while there were no girls, there were women. Sam's sister had seven brothers, and all of them, and their wives, were there for the holiday. So Sam stayed in his room, away from the incessant blathering of his brother-in-law's sisters-in-law, only coming down for meals. Luckily, when he was down there, very little of the blathering was directed toward him. He went by pretty much unnoticed, an accessory of his sister's, like a homeless person in a soup kitchen. The only person that seemed to acknowledge his existence was the wife of the youngest brother of Sam's brother, Sarah. She was the youngest woman there–still six years Sam's senior–and very quiet. But she would look at Sam. Every once in a while. At meals, when he would skulk away back to his room, when she was breast-feeding her baby–quiet little glances that turned into embarrassed blushes when he would return them. It perturbed Sam, but the idea of acting on it would have been alien to him even if she had been a regular girl, let alone practically family. But Sam was used to not having his needs fulfilled by someone else. He was used to having to masturbate whenever the need arose, although it required more creative input here, where there was no internet access readily available. With a healthy libido, Sam had already masturbated seven times in the seventy-two or so hours or so he had been here. And though outwardly Sam may have appeared shy or conservative, up there, in his mind, nothing was taboo or disgusting. So Sarah had already slipped into his mind during his masturbation sessions once or twice, with nary a guilty feeling. On the third night in the house, Sam slipped out of his room at about one o'clock, ready for a little self-relief. The bathroom door didn't click shut, so it was either occupied and locked or easily pushed open, all noiselessly. So when Sam approached the door, all it took was a silent touch to see that someone was in there already. Sam turned around to go back to his room and wait, when he heard a noise from inside the bathroom. A soft moan. Interest piqued, Sam stood stock-still near the door and listened in the otherwise dead silent house. And through door he could hear it continue. An occasional moan and groan. Sam had pretty good ears, and he could make out that the sounds were slowly, hem, climaxing. He heard on final, loud, moan, and then, barely, faint panting. When he heard the toilet flush and the sink start to run, he dashed silently back into his room. He left the door to his room open, and lay down in his bed, from where he could see and stay unseen. He heard the bathroom door unlock and open, and watched as Sarah walked out and past his room. She stopped for a moment, and looked into his room, her cheeks a bright pink in the faint hall light, her chest heaving. Then she turned away hurriedly, and went down the stairs. The entire episode would alone have been extremely erotic, and arousing for Sam, but something else tugged at the back of Sam's mind. Sarah and her husband were staying in the basement. Even if, for whatever reason, she couldn't find gratification from her husband, there was a bathroom down there Sarah could have used, and another one on the ground floor. Why did she feel the need to come all the way upstairs, to the bathroom right next to Sam's room? Sam couldn't accept the idea that she was hot for him, but decided to watch her more carefully nonetheless. The next time he saw her was at dinner the next night. Now that he was watching her more covertly, and peripherally, he could see that she did actually look at him a lot. Shyly, and trying to hide it, but looking all the same. And not in the same way she looked at her husband, or anyone else. She saw something in Sam, perhaps his youth, or the way he stood out among the cookie-cutout men of that family, and it awoke in her a lust like fire. He could see it in her eyes. She looked at him the way someone who's eaten chocolate ice-cream all their life might look at a scoop of mint chocolate-chip. No one else saw it, because, well, the very idea! People don't see things they don't believe. She could have jumped his bones on the very table they were eating on, and their brain wouldn't have processed what their eyes were seeing. Sam knew, watching her, that she would be back upstairs that night. And goddamn if he wasn't going to do something about it. He couldn't let her know he knew of course, but he couldn't let a petite, twenty-five year old brunette get off fifteen feet away from him without having more, either. After the meal, Sam hurried upstairs and into the bathroom. The light was off, and had been the whole holiday. (Jewish law forbids the use of electricity on holy days.) It would stay off, so the only light came in through the tinted window from the streetlamp outside, and illuminated the toilet area just enough for use. The shower, though, with its darkened glass door opposite the toilet, was completely shrouded in darkness. Sam jumped in there, closed the door behind him, and sat down on the hard shower floor to wait. Luckily, no one else had to use this specific bathroom while he was in there. The hard tile shower was murder on his back, but he comforted himself with the thought of what was to come. Two hours went by, and Sam had started to doze off, when he heard the bathroom door squeak open. He heard the sound of someone trying not make a sound slowly shut the door. He waited another second or two until he was graced with a vision (or silhouette) of beauty. He could just make out her brown eyes darting back and forth on her petite face. Her long brown hair fell softly down the back of her long, black, completely-not-revealing nightgown. She lifted it up pulled down her panties, and sat down. Although he couldn't see her actual flower in the darkness, just the site of her panties bunched around her bare feet was enough to make him rock hard. She slipped a hand between her legs and started to slowly rub herself, her gown bunched up around her hips. She moaned softly as her fingers moved up and down in the shadow between her thighs. "Sam..." For a moment, Sam's heart almost leapt out of his chest, thinking he was caught. Then he realized that she had her eyes closed and was talking to herself. Well, that confirmed that. Sam sat in the shower, reminding himself that he was invisible, and pulled out his own member, slowly stroking himself. Perhaps Sarah could smell it, because her hand started moving faster on her pussy. One hand moved up to squeeze a breast through the fabric of her gown, and her mouth opened in ecstasy. Her motion became frenzied, and Sam could hear the slick sound her fingers made against her wetness. She started to moan, trying to muffle herself, but it was more than loud enough for Sam to hear. "Oh, Saaam. Ah!" And then her fingers slowed completely, now just gently massaging herself in the afterglow of her orgasm. She shifted slightly, and Sam saw a glint of light off of a bead of wetness on her pussy, just beneath her fingers. And he himself came silently on the shower floor. Sarah got up and pulled up her panties. She held her still slick fingers away from herself and used her other hand to turn on the sink. Sam waited until he heard her step off at the bottom of the stairs to move. He opened the shower for a much needed stretch, and began to clean up his mess. He couldn't wait for tomorrow night. Want more? Say so. In the Dark ** author's note - I usually stick to D/s stories, but this is the first piece of erotica I ever wrote, just over a year ago, and I wanted to share it. While there are elements of D/s in it, to some degree, it was written before I even knew D/s existed... which I find interesting. But that's just me. Anyhoo. Hope you all enjoy the read :) *** Standing at the bar, she glances at her watch. 'Maybe another hour,' she thinks to herself. The music is loud and she can feel the beat all through her body, making her hips move slightly back and forth as she waits for her drink to arrive. Three men stand about ten feet away, talking and watching her as she stands there in her tall black boots and short skirt. She glances their way and they all smile, making no effort to hide what they're thinking. Her girlfriends had left just a few minutes before, and she's now alone, torn between heading home while she's still safe to drive and staying for a few more drinks... that's what taxi's are for. The men have apparently had enough of merely observing. They sidle up to her, one in front of her and two on her right. The noise of the crowd and the music makes conversation all but impossible. After a few failed attempts at shouting to be understood, they give up and settle for just moving in closer to her. The bartender finally slides her shot in front of her, and she downs it quickly while signaling for another round. One of the men to her right pushes a twenty dollar bill across the counter, indicating to her with a nod and a wave of his hand that the drinks are on him. The bartender, sensing that the drink orders are now going to be coming faster, is suddenly all business and has her next shot there in no time flat. She downs it as quickly as she had the first, moving the shot glass back toward him and tapping the bar to let him know she needs another. She looks up and smiles at the man buying the drinks. He's tall, well built, and dressed like a man used to success. They look at each other for a minute or two, somewhat oblivious to what is going on around them. Before she knows it, her next shot is sitting in front of her. He lifts the glass to her lips, a knowing look on his face. She gulps it down, a drop or two escaping the corner of her mouth. She licks the drops off, slowly, while looking him in the eye. He leans in to whisper something to her. She still can't hear him, but the feel of his warm breath on her ear sends an involuntary shudder down her back. His two friends are now standing close enough that she can feel their body heat against her exposed skin. 'Oh, boy,' she thinks, a little bleary from the shots, 'I think maybe I should have gone home earlier.' Suddenly she feels a hand in her hair. Fingers fist in her curls and pull her head slightly back, firm but not enough to hurt her... yet. The men are all looking over her shoulder, taking a step back as they do. Their eyes are wide and they are instantly the picture of innocence. Over the music and the crowd she hears a male voice from behind her. "Mine." Just one word, and she knows. 'Oh, shit,' she thinks. Straining to pull her head around, even the smallest bit, she manages one short glimpse before she is unceremoniously pulled away from the bar. Her boyfriend. Another time, she might have taken a moment to appreciate how hot he looked, but at the moment all she can do is concentrate on not falling down as he propels her forward, heading for the dark section at the back of the club, where almost no light penetrates and the bodies are hard to distinguish. Before she can even formulate words to explain, she is maneuvered behind a divider and shoved up against it, the sill of coming to her stomach. "So this is what you do when you're out with you girlfriends, honey? Just a little harmless female bonding, right?" His words echo in her ear as he leans his body into hers from behind, pressing against her. He's large and well muscled, dwarfing her and shielding her from anyone that might be behind them. "No, baby, you d.. d.. don't..." she starts to say, searching for the right words. "What's that, lover? I don't what? If you were going to say 'have to watch you get hit on by strange men', you were absolutely right." Suddenly his hand tightens in her hair, pulling her head back further. His other hand moves from where it had been holding her waist, now shoving her skirt up in the back and yanking her panties aside. Mortified at the thought of being seen, she frantically reaches back with one hand, trying to cover herself. He dips his head down and bites the back of her neck, hard. Against her will, she arches her back and gasps for breath. His hand moves down between them, and she is still trapped by his hand and his mouth, whimpering as she's torn between pleasure and fear of what will come next. In the next instant, she feels his rock hard cock shoved between her legs. It's rubbing up against the lips of her pussy, insistent and hot. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks harshly, while moving himself back and forth, torturing her while the people move all around them. "Smiling at them, letting them buy you drinks, letting them feel your skin." His voice gets more and more agitated as he talks, and before she can even think of a way to stop him, he's inside her. She's standing in a dim corner, elbows resting on the short wall that is all that stands between them and hundreds of milling bodies. His hand has never left her hair, and he repeatedly bites her, firmly enough to hold her still, from the neck to the edge of her shoulder. Her legs are shaking as he rams himself into her, filling her and making her want to scream. His balls slap against her inner thigh. She clamps down on her lower lip to keep from letting the scream fly. To be caught like this would be humiliating, but to be forced to cut it short due to being caught would almost be worse. To an observer, they look like one body; they are so close together and so much in the shadows. The smell of sex is coming up from between her legs, making her even hotter and wetter as he slides into her. His free hand travels around her and his fingers find her swollen clit. She is panting now, her legs trembling so hard that she knows that his cock inside her is the only thing keeping her standing. He growls low in his throat as he strokes and pinches her clit. "Is this what you needed? A hard fucking, as fast as you could get it? Were you thinking one of those assholes could give it to you?" As he fires questions at her, he shifts his hips down so that when he delves into her, it feels as if she is going to be split in two. His fingers continue to pull at her clit, driving her out of her mind as she struggles to think of answers. "There's not one of those men you were talking to that knows what you need the way I do. Not one of them that would do you a goddamned bit of good, and you know it." He stops moving all at once, making her groan. His fingers go still on the wet folds of skin between her legs. She tries to move her hips against him, needing release. He holds her firm. Slowly, so slowly she thinks she'll die, he inches into her. She can feel his head push into her, barely moving. She whimpers, the wanting so intense it is almost painful. "Say it," he demands, nipping at her ear while restraining her from the frantic pace she is trying desperately to resume. "Tell me that you want my cock. ONLY my cock. Beg me for it." She holds her tongue, trying to hold on to some sense of her own will. She will not cave in and have him think he owns her and can handle her this way whenever he wants. He shifts unexpectedly to one side and she can't hold back a sharp cry as she feels a stinging slap land on her ass. In spite of herself, her hips push back, searching for him. A slap comes again. She sags against him, unable to hold herself up any longer. He lets go of her hair to put one arm around her waist, holding her immobile, while the other hand reaches through the side opening of her dress to find her small, taut breast. He gently circles it with his fingertips, then squeezes it, lightly raking his nails down the top. Finally, he pinches her nipple. Hard. "Say it," he says, the softness of his tone deceptive. He begins moving inside her once again, painfully slow. She almost weeps with the frustration of it. Finally, she can take it no more. "Please, for the love of GOD, fuck me! I only want your cock. Please, baby, I can't take it anymore." She is past the point of caring if her dignity survives or not, and the idea of being owned no longer seems so bad. Anything to not have this painful, unfulfilled want driving her mad. "That's my good girl," he whispered. "MINE." He lifts her a little higher and resumes fucking her with a vengeance. He pounds into her furiously, working her clit at the same time with his free hand. She is so wet that the inside of her thighs is slick with the juice running down from her cunt. She is stretched tight around the length and width of him, clenching around him as she feels her orgasm approaching. The way he moans, his face pressed into her hair, lets her know that he is also close to finishing. The thought of him shooting his cum into her is more than she can take. With no warning, she goes flying over the edge, turning her head to bite down on his shoulder as her orgasm rages through her. She bucks against him, helpless against her body's convulsions. The spasms of the walls of her cunt as she climaxes are all that he needs. He stiffens behind her and growls as he seizes the back of her neck with his teeth. In the blink of an eye, he is filling her with hot cum, his cock pulsing inside of her as it empties itself. He gently runs his finger over her clit one last time, smiling to himself as it makes her jerk up against him. Silently, he slides from her and helps her regain her balance enough to stand on her own. He pulls her skirt down gently, back into its normal position. She turns around to face him, reaching down as she does to help get his pants zipped and into place. Looking up at him, she realizes that maybe she is owned... and maybe she likes it that way. In the Dark The first run of this story was rushed, and it showed. (Jun 09) I have rewritten it, and hopefully it will be better received. Please leave comments/feedback. I enjoy hearing from readers. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. * The concert over and a little time before they leave on the band's bus for the next show; Jackson leads his younger brother Jesse down to the basement of the concert hall. The two brothers are members of a rock band called Fusion Point. Jackson plays drums, while Jesse does the singing. "There's something I want you to see Jesse, I know how much you like these old buildings, you gotta come see this room." Jackson says as they walk down the corridor. "So what's in this room?" Jesse asks, watching as his brother pulls an unfastened lock away from a clasp on the door. "You won't believe it. It is sooo cool." He turns the doorknob and starts to open the door, but stops, "You have your phone with you? You might want to take some pictures." Jesse digs down into his pants pocket, bringing out his camera phone as Jackson pushes the door open. "Thank you." Jackson says and quickly snatches the phone out of Jesse's hand, then gives his little brother a shove into the room. The less distractions Jesse has, the better this plan will go Jackson thinks to himself, quickly closing the door and securing the latch. Surprised at the sudden shove Jesse stumbles into the room. The room... turns out to be a storage closest. Shelves full of cleaning supplies, mops, buckets, paper products, and other miscellaneous items are stored within. A pallet of folding chairs are piled up in one of the corners. In the center of the room is a tiny table draped with a cloth. A bottle of wine and two plastic cups are on the table. Along with a small loaf of bread, a plate of cheese cubes, a bowl of strawberries and a box of chocolates. The room is illuminated, just barely with a single candle stuck into an old wax-dripped bottle. Two folding chairs are open and placed on either side of the table. The room is clearly all set up for a romantic interlude. Jesse rolls his eyes at the sight before him, moaning and quickly turning, pushing his hands up against the door before Jackson can close it, but he's too late. "Sorry man. You'll forgive me later." Jackson chuckles, tucking Jesse's phone into his back pocket. The doorknob wiggling in desperation. "I'll forgive you when I kick your ass, now let me out of here." Jesse says, his voice muffled by the closed door. The door shudders as Jesse throws his weight against it, using his shoulder to try to force it open. The replaced unlocked lock, rattling against the clasp. Jackson rubs his hands together, very pleased with his plan, he was off to get the second unsuspecting candidate. The pounding on the door fades as Jackson walks away. Jesse presses his ear to the door, listening, hearing nothing but his own heart beat whooshing in his ear. He growls and tries the door again, pounding and kicking on it. He doesn't like being set up, not like this. He hits the door with the side of his fist, frustrated that his brother isn't opening it up, and without his phone he can't call one of the other guys to come help him out. Damn it, Jackson. The thought of what might be coming next brings a frown to Jesse's face. Shit. Jesse turns around and looks at the room again. Shit, shit, shit. Who was Jackson setting him up with? If he wanted to ask somebody out, he'd do it himself. He didn't need his big brother doing it for him. Jessie lets out a long sigh and walks towards the table. Just go with the flow Jesse tells himself, picking up the wine bottle and reading the label. His mind flicking back over the bevy of beauties that had been backstage and all around. Who could it be? he wondered. Maybe it was that chick from the front row, the one that had constantly waved her arms and shook her boobs at him. She had screamed real loud whenever he came near and she sang along with all the songs. She had definitely shown her enthusiasm for him during the entire show. Jesse plops a strawberry into his mouth and pulls the cork out of the wine bottle, pouring himself some wine. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. His brother knew what he liked, maybe Jackson was going to bring that girl. He had seen her backstage and was just about to approach her when Jackson had stepped in front of him, insisting that he come with him. Practically yanking his arm off as he dragged him down to this room. Yet why go to all this trouble, he could have just told Jesse about it and let Jesse bring the girl down here himself. Then again Jackson could be strange. Sometimes Jackson's ideas of romance differed from his own. Jesse looks around, the candlelight casting strange shadows on the walls, the shelves and their contents. 'you gotta see this room' Jackson's words repeats in Jesse's head. Yeah, some architecture this room had. My ass! Jesse snorts. Noticing a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling he looks around for the switch but finds none, must be located on the other side of the door out in the hallway. He squints at the light, trying to see if it could be turned on with a pull chain. He feels around with his hand in the air for it, still finding nothing. Just then he hears the doorknob click. He turns around just in time to see the door open, the hallway light shining in his eyes. Before he can do anything a woman is pushed into the room. She stumbles in, her hand reaching out for the shelf to steady herself. Confusion clearly on her face as to what had just happened. The door closes quickly behind her, just as it had on Jesse. Her eyes adjusting to the light, as she looks at the room, gasping when she sees Jesse standing there. Instantly she straightens her shoulders and bumps the shelf next to her. A jug wobbles precariously near the edge. Catching it out of the corner of her eye, she quickly puts her hand up to steady the container. "Take your time kids. Enjoy yourselves. I'll be back after you two have had enough time to... uh... talk." Jackson chuckles through the closed door. The set up sinking in as the woman looks at Jesse, the table, and then Jesse again. Her lips close tightly into a thin line, as she turns around and tries to open the door, being just as unsuccessful as Jesse had been. She smacks it with palm of her hand. "Not funny Jack." she says loudly. Laughter from a group of people beyond the door can be heard. Jesse rolls his eyes, apparently Jackson was not alone with the planning of this little tête-à-tête. Jesse bites his tongue and turns back to the table, pouring some wine into the second plastic cup. "Jackson you open this door right now!" the woman says. Silence. She curses softly as she jiggles the doorknob. Guess she hadn't been in on the plan either, Jesse thinks to himself as he puts down the wine bottle and picks up the cup, slowly turning around to look at the woman. This was not the girl he had noticed before. Jesse checks out his 'blind date'. She is slender built, wearing a body hugging shirt tucked into white... oh baby, tight fitting white jeans that nicely hugged her ass. Jesse grins. This could be fun after all. Its not like she has anywhere to go, she's locked in here too, pounding on a door, and knowing Jackson, he won't open it for quite some time. Yes siree, this could be fun. An image of fucking her from behind as she holds onto the shelves for support, flashes briefly through his mind. "Its useless you know," Jesse says approaching her, "might as well make the most of it." She spins around at the sound of his voice right behind her. They stand face to face. A charming smile on Jesse's face. He's practiced this smile for years now and its always worked on the girls. Most of them swoon when he get this close and shows his pearly whites. The other girl he had seen earlier, had wanted to meet, would probably have done one of two things. One) screamed and fainted, or two) screamed and jumped on him. His smile turns into a grin, at present moment, he was kinda of keen on option two. He holds up the cup for her. The woman before him, squints her eyes slightly in the dim light as she looks at him. His face shadowed by the candlelight flickering behind him. She looks at the cup, biting her lower lip as she debates whether or not to take it. Why is she not swooning, he wonders. The thought of seducing her fades away, his smile falters, he suddenly feels like an idiot. He breaks eye contact with her and looks at the cup. Damn it, if she wasn't going to take it he was going to gulp it down himself, his ego starting to crumble. Just then his eyes focus on her boobs. The body hugging shirt looking just as nice from the front as it did from the back. Except with this view he got cleavage. Amazing, tantalizing cleavage. The shirt was waffled, sorta of like thermal underwear. The neckline was scooped just a little with a line of tiny snaps that went between her breast and ended just above her navel. The first ten or so little snaps were undone, leaving the top corners of her shirt open, exposing skin. Momma Mia! He wanted to reach out give her tits a good squeeze. Hesitantly her hand moves towards the cup, snapping him out of his reverie. He looks back at her and catches a shy nervous smile on her face. She takes the cup, mumbling thanks as their fingers touch. She glances over his shoulder and slides away, putting space between the two of them. What made Jackson pick her? She wasn't exactly what he'd call his type. Not to say he was turned off, not by a long shot, as he took another look at her tits, this time with a side view. But blonde hair, that what he liked. If Jesse was going to notice somebody he would noticed the blondes first. Like the one that had been front and center during the show, the one he was heading for backstage before Jackson had detoured him. This woman was pretty, had a nice enough looking face. She had long dark hair, long enough to grab onto when things got really hot and heavy you and wanted to hear a scream. Was she a screamer he wondered? She certainly had a great body, one of those bodies that you just wanted to bend in all sorts of directions, that could easily maneuver into any position. Well blonde or not, his libido was getting aroused. Maybe it was just the room setting. Candlelight and a bottle of wine could make things appear differently then if you were meeting at a coffee shop. Jesse watches as she stops at the table and sets her cup of wine down. "Did you know this was being planned?" she says, turning and looking at Jesse. He raises an eyebrow, "Did I know Jackson was going to lock me in a closest with someone? No." He crosses the room and stands before her, the table between them. "Did you know I would be here?" Her eyes flick back and forth over his face. "No." she finally says after a few seconds. "No I didn't." "So what reason did Jackson give for getting you down here?" "He said he had found a room, that was the original part of the building, and since he knew I liked old architecture he thought I'd enjoy seeing it." The same reason he was lead here. "How do you know Jackson?" "I met him after the show in Detroit." Detroit; that was their third show for the tour. Jesse racks his brain trying to place her at the concert, but nothing comes to mind. Its at this moment he notices the blue backstage pass hanging around her neck. Blue passes were for the roadies, friends of the band and family members. It was understood that blue passes were not to be given out. There was enough people involved with this tour that it could become a mad house with a bunch of fans running around with blue passes. Which had happened a few years back on the last tour. The band did not like finding fans; male or female hiding on the bus, or in the green room, waiting to spring out at them. There were other color coded passes. Red had the show dates on them and could be bought for each show. A lot of the fans wore red passes. Gold passes were for radio stations or concert promoters to give out to contest winners. Then there were the white passes for the building personnel and security. Apparently Jackson considered her friend enough to give her a blue pass. Why was he just now meeting her, and why this way? "He gave you that pass in Detroit?" She smiles and touches the pass, "Actually he gave it to me in Miami and told me to wear it to all the shows." "All the shows?" "Yeah, I've been to every show since this tour began in the US. Am I not suppose to wear it?" Looking worried, she fingers the pass. Every show? Wow, she was a fan girl. How come he had never noticed her before? "Actually its for family members or roadies, and Miami was the fifth city for the tour and we're now like on the tenth or eleventh. So I'm... well I'm wondering why I'm just now meeting you if you've been to every show." What was Jackson thinking by setting up this kind of arrangement with her. His brother could be mischievous at times. "Oh, yeah, that, well Jackson wanted me to meet you, but," she trails off. "But what?" "Hmm, you were busy, with other, hmm," she searches for the right word to say, "people." Satisfied with that word she continues, "You were busy with other people. I really didn't want to, intrude." Jesse knew by other people she was really meaning girls. "Okay." he nods his head. "Well apparently Jackson has gone to great lengths to set this little meeting up between us, and like I said earlier we should make the most of it. I'm Jesse, but then you already know that." He politely extends his hand. She smiles at him, "Tave." "Tave." He repeats it, with the long 'A' sound, like suave. They shake hands. Hers is strangely cool. "That's an usual name. Does it mean anything?" "No." Like a gentleman he comes around and pulls the chair out for her so she can sit. Smiling amusedly, she sits down. She smells like licorice he thinks, taking a deep whiff of her perfume, which causes his stomach to growl. Embarrassed he quickly moves away, sitting down in the other chair. he looks around for a knife to cut the bread, but finds none. "Would you like some?" he asks, tearing a piece away with his hands. "No thank you." "So... you've been to every show now this year, huh? What, did you win some contest that gave you tickets?" "No. I've been saving up. I told myself that when I retired I was going to follow a rock band around while they toured. And well, I'm a huge fan and everything, my retiring and your tour, well it just worked out all at the right time." Jesse looks at her, she had to be his age, she certainly didn't look old enough to be a retired person. "You're too young to be retired." She smiles at the compliment. "I have a good investment broker." Jesse chews on a piece of bread, "I'd like to get the name of that investment broker, maybe he could do something with my portfolio." "I'll get his number to you." "So... how are you getting around? Are you following the buses?" "I fly." "On a plane?" "No. With my cape." She smirks at him. He smiles back at her. A smart aleck, huh, just like he could be at times when someone asked what he thought was a silly question. He liked that she was bold enough to do that to him. He also liked her eyes. They were pale in color, green perhaps, it was hard to tell in this low light "A cape, wow. Where can I get one?" "I know a good investment broker." Jesse laughs reaching for a strawberry. "No really, how is it you can fly. The band can't even afford to fly, that's why they have us in a bus." "I'm retired from the airlines. Free plane tickets." "Cool. You still don't look old enough to be retired." he tells her, washing down the bread and strawberry with his wine, which he finds is almost gone. "You must have one hellva investment broker." He reaches for the bottle and pours himself some more. He was going to refill her glass but notices she has barely touched it. "No school to pay for, no kids to raise, I managed to buy a few investment properties, and along with advise from my broker on where to put my hard earned wages. I am now retired." "Very impressive." He puts the bottle down and picks up his cup, "Here's to retirement and doing whatever the hell you feel like." he holds his glass up to her. She picks her glass up and he leans in, touching the sides of their glasses together. He takes a drink and watches her very closely as she takes a very small sip. He sighs, slightly disappointed that she wasn't a big drinker, but then he'd had his share of drunks at the concerts. Hopefully this meant she wouldn't be throwing up on him later. "So, what shall we do until they let us out of here?" She slowly shakes her head, "I don't know. What does one do when locked in a room with a stranger?" "Good question." he mumbles drinking a little more of the wine as she sits there quietly, her hands folded in her lap, looking extremely prim and proper. He knew exactly what he'd like to do. The thought of spreading her out on the floor and pulling those jeans off come to mind. He smiles to himself. After a moment or two of silence she leans forwards, "Jesse?" His heart jumps wildly to his throat at the sound of her voice. Could she read his mind? "Yeah." "Are you afraid of the dark?" she whispers, her lips curling up at the corners of her mouth. They look at each other for a second, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight. With a what he would later remember as a devious smile on her face, she blows the candle out. Pitch blackness instantly fills the room. Jesse sits up straight, surprised by what she has done, his eyes straining to see anything, his ears perking up at the slightest noise. Silence. Oh boy, this is not what he had expected. Sure he had hoped something like this might happen, but he would have preferred a light on when they got to making out. When he undressed her and ran his hands over her body. To see the look on her face when he made her come. His heart starts hammering, his body break out in sweat. The darkness, the silence wrapping around him. No, this was not what he had expected, not exactly. "Tell me a story." Her voice says softly from the darkness. His eyes are adjusting to the dark. A thin narrow strip of light just beneath the door catches his eye. "What?" "Tell me a story." He shifts uncomfortably in his chair. He wanted to get up and move, but he was afraid of knocking the table over, or running into something. "What kind of story?" "Any kind. Real, make believe, doesn't matter." "I don't know what you want? What do you mean?" He was glad the room was dark now, she couldn't see that he was starting to freak out a little bit. This was weird, this whole situation. It was weird and exciting in a perverted kind of way. "Just talk. Tell a story. Tell me about your first day of school. Your first time on stage. Your favorite Christmas present. Tell me... anything. Make something up if you want. I don't care." "You go first." "No." It was a firm answer, something told him not to press it. He shifts in his chair again, sitting up straight, he scratches the side of his face with his fingers, feeling the stumble on his cheek, his chin. "Uh," He laughs softly, finding himself in the hot seat for a change. "I don't know." "Anything that happens in this room, anything said in this room will stay in this room. It will never be repeated, never be mentioned, of that you have my word." She sounds sincere enough, but still he wasn't sure about the whole thing. He could imagine the headlines now, 'SINGER LOCKED IN CLOSEST WITH STRANGER: JUICY DETAILS INSIDE' After a moment of awkward silence she says, "Tell me a ghost story Jesse." Her voice was very soothing, very relaxing. In the Dark He takes a deep breath. A ghost story, he had told ghost stories before, hadn't he? His mouth was dry and he very slowly reached out, feeling for the table before him. Cautiously reaching for his glass, thankful that he had refilled it before she had blown the candle out. He brings it to his lips, and takes a sip, no, more like a gulp. How many glasses had he had? He could feel the wine going to his head. He should eat some more bread, but can't see it. Crap this was really weird. If he smoked he could just whip out his lighter and relight the candle, but he wasn't a smoker and didn't have a lighter. He swallows and tries to gather his thoughts, his words at first stumbling out as he tries to tell a simple silly ghost story; one he remembers from some long ago camping trip. Nothing fabulous, but as he tells it he starts to relax. She listens politely, laughing when she should, gasping in all the right places. He discovers its very easy to talk in the dark, much like performing, only without the bright lights in your eyes. When the lights were on, you couldn't see people watching you, this was very similar; with no lights on you still couldn't see. When he finishes, she tells him what a wonderful story it was and how good he told it. Yea, she liked it, he did good, a little pat on the back for Jesse, he says to himself. "Now its your turn?" he says, reaching out, slowly feeling with his fingers for where he thinks the bread is at. Finding it he tears a piece off, and stuffs it in his mouth. He really needs to eat more, his head is swimming from the wine. "Well, this story starts off with a young woman, happily married to a Lord, who resides over an estate located in the English countryside..." She continues to tell of their blissful happy life, until an Italian Count moves into the neighboring estate. Reports of unexplained deaths start to spread. Unbeknownst to the residents of the area, the Count is a vampire. "Now the Count became obsessed with this woman. And one night he comes into her room, subduing her husband in an attack, he takes her. Taking her back to his lair, if you want to call it that; its there he turns her into a vampire. She manages to escape and return home. Mortified at what as happened to her, she begs her husband to kill her. The hunger in this newly made body, is frightening, she is stronger than before, her senses more alert. Her sight, her hearing better than humans. She knows the hunger building inside of her will destroy all that she holds dear. As nights pass and unable to control herself, she kills the helpless, the weak. Unable to stop herself once the feeding begins. Afraid of hurting her family, of hurting the ones she loves, she again begs her husband to kill her. But he loves her too much. He can not kill the love of his life. Instead he buries her, walls her up in the foundation of a church. Hoping God will have pity on her soul and take her into heaven. Take her soul and save her from the evil blood sucking creature of the night she had been turned into." Tave pauses, "Two hundred and seventy years pass. A new church is scheduled to be built, upon the ruins of the old crumbling church. Crews come in to rebuild. Its then they discover the body, it looks like a mummy, only in much better condition than any of those ever found. "Out in the air, the smells of the world, this body, long forgotten, long thought dead, moves." Jesse hears the legs of the chair scrap on the floor as she moves. He jumps at the sound. He had been so relaxed, engulfed in her story telling, the soothing hypnotic sound of her voice, he chides himself for jumping. Its only a story he tells himself, his heart begins to race, his pulse quickens. Its too dark to see anything, he doesn't know what she is up too. His senses go on alert. She is moving around. He strains to listen for any sound that will tell him where she is at, but his heart is beating to loudly, it's hard for him to hear. Its exciting and scary at the same time, sitting here in the dark, not knowing what is going to happen. Then he frowns. He hadn't realized one could move about the room in this little story telling game of theirs. He wishes he had thought of doing that when he was telling his ghost story. The thought of her squealing as he scared her with a poke in the ribs, would have been funny. Sliding his hand down her shirt would have been funnier still. "You see, this woman has been buried for over two hundred years." He jumps, her voice right behind him. "No food, no human contact. The modern day world is new to her, she is having to learn all about automobiles, electricity, television. Learn of this loud, erratic new music, called rock'n roll. She has to learn how to interact with rude, obnoxious, speak what's-on-their-mind humans. Humans who dress scantily, act immorally. Immorally from the way she was raised, from what she believes. She is shocked that these people have sex with anyone and without marriage." In this new world she has awaken to, many of them boast of being vampires. They embrace the idea, make it sound romantic and desirable. This idea of eternal damnation. Feeding on the weak, the taking of human life by draining their blood." Her hand softly comes to rest on his head. A lump forms in his throat. A shiver runs down his spine. Oh she was good, very good. A vampire? Did she want him to think she was a vampire? Wait! Does SHE think she is a vampire? Has she eaten anything since coming into this room? Did she drink? His mind on overload, races through the last couple of minutes before the light went out. God almighty, what has Jackson done? She's delusional, possibly even psychotic. Damn it Jackson! You've locked me in here with a lunatic. She runs her fingers lightly through his hair. If he wasn't worried about his life, this would be turning him on. Goosebumps break out over his arms. Jackson was good at reading people, but maybe he had read this woman wrong. Maybe he was about to meet his death. Oh, Jackson, please don't let her be a freakazoid, please don't let her kill him in some weird delusional fantasy. Jesse closes his eyes, willing himself to stay calm. The last thing he wanted to do was jump up and scream like a little girl. "Of course now in this new world," Tave's sultry voice continues, "she learns of blood banks, where humans freely give their blood for those in need of it. Its stored, cool and fresh, waiting for someone to take it." Oh shit, she wants his blood. Shit, shit. "And she does. The hunger in her is quenched. She no longer has to feed on humans, to take their blood, their life." Jesse concentrates on his breathing. He doesn't want her to know how much she is freaking him out, as he listens to the soft melodious sound of her voice. His body starts to relax. What had she said? Blood from a blood bank? She's fed? She won't kill him, she won't bite him? Oh man, this was totally creepy yet at the same time he's getting really turned on. Was she hypnotizing him? Damn the dark room, his mind was getting carried away with crazy thoughts. If the lights were on, this wouldn't seem so scary; would it? "Even though she has blood, enough to sustain her, the urge to feed on humans is still there. To sink her teeth into their soft skin, to tear down into the vein and feel the rush of warm, salty blood is still very powerful to her." Tave's voice barely a whisper in his ear as she leans down beside him, her breath fanning out on his neck. Oh shit, his eyes fly open finding nothing but the darkness. He holds his breath, waiting, anxious. "A human can sometimes smell so delicious." He can hear her breathe in deeply through her nose as she smells him. Her hands are on his shoulders, her fingers pressing into his skin. For some reason, maybe its all in his head, he can't move, he's frozen in his seat. The lump in his throat comes back, it jumps up and then drops to his stomach with a hard thump. "Can she control herself?" she says softly. Her hand comes up and brushes his hair back away from his cheek, his neck. She tilts his head to the side. Jesse's hands clench into fists. His legs tensing, readying himself to flee, to fight for his life if need be against this wacko. Yet even with fear gripping him, he can feel his cock jerk, start to harden. The gasp that escapes from him is loud in the room. Surprised by her cool lips, they feel like ice on his skin. She kisses him, her tongue tasting. He closes his eyes, letting the sensation, the fear course through his body. He is frozen in place. His legs probably not even capable of moving if he did try to run. She gives him a sensual little nip with her teeth, her mouth clamping down and sucking. Sucking and kissing his neck. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all, its just like getting a hicky, he thinks. The coldness fades, and warmth radiates out along his neck, down his chest, straight to his cock. His heart that was frantically pounding blood in his chest, now rushes to his manhood. Eager to fill it, eager in anticipation for her lips to be on it. With a small kiss to soothe his bruised skin, she pulls away. "Surprisingly she can control herself." Tave's voice is quiet and soft in the darkness. She moves around him, her legs brushing against his. "She doesn't want to be a monster. All she wants is love. The husband that she lost two hundred and seventy years ago." Suddenly Tave straddles Jesse and sits on his lap, her hands on his shoulders. Jesse catches his breath, again surprised at the boldness of this woman. And to think all it took was for the lights to be out. She could be a real vampire or not, he no longer cared. The fear had turned to excitement. He liked it, liked this. He liked it a lot. The warmth of her body, her fragrance, the hypnotic sound of her voice, so soothing, so comforting. It probably had to do with all the wine he had drunk, but his body tingled from head to toe. It was like listening on the phone to one of those sex chat lines. The sexy unseen voice on the other end, describing in detail, erotic acts. Only with this, the sexy unseen voice was actually sitting on his lap. He slides just a little bit down in the chair, putting his hands on her hips and sliding her higher up towards his crotch. Pressing her against his growing hard on. "But someone she thought dead is hunting her." Tave continues the story, her fingers rubbing his earlobes, moving to his temples, massaging his scalp. Again he closes his eyes, letting her hands heighten the sexual awakening of his body. "She thought she had killed him two hundred seventy years ago. Killed the one who had turned her into a creature of the darkness. Yet here he was, alive and well, living among the humans, pretending to be one of them. And he has found her." Her hands tug on the hair at the back of his head, he catches his breath. Her thighs squeeze against his legs. He slides his hands down, around and under her rump. His cock pressing against the confines of his pants. Damn he wants her. "He wants to possess her, to own her, to make her his. There is a confrontation between the two." Oh yea, baby, a confrontation. What she just said, sinks in. He can understand the feeling, the wanting. He desperately wants to rip open her shirt, to grab her hands and hold them behind her back while he kisses her roughly. He can understand that all too well. But he waits, letting her continue. "She can not be controlled and he knows it. This is what drives him to possess her. Does he chain her down, put her in a cage? Deny her their kind food until she promises to become his. Wait for her to submit to his will?" She pulls on his arms, bringing his hands around, squeezing his fingers together, her thumb making circles on his palms. She guides his fingers over her mouth, the words vibrating along his skin as she speaks, guiding his fingers down along her neck. He can feel her collarbone as his fingertips pass over it. Her skin is cool, yet soft, he can feel the edge of her shirt, the neckline, the waffled material of the cotton shirt, the tiny snaps. "Does he rape her?" she asks as she places his hands on her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. His fingers grabbing, like a child clutching, squeezing, feeling her nipples harden through the thin material. Her hands go back to his head, her fingers entwining in his hair. She grinds her hips against him, teasing his cock. "He can have her body, but he will never have her mind, her soul and he knows this. This frustrates him." He moans as she tugs on his hair, pulling his head back. "He wants her, he wants all of her. He wants her to submit to him, to do as he says. He wants to control her and most of all... he wants her to know that he controls her." Fuck. She was teasing him with her body, her voice, her story. Damn right he wants her, he wants to pick her up and lay her down on the cold hard floor of the storage room and fuck her. Rape? She's talking about rape. Does she want him to rape her, to control her? She was letting him touch her, fondle her breasts. She was sitting on his lap, grinding against him. Maybe it was the other way around, maybe she was telling him what was going to happen. What she was wanting to do. Could a woman rape a man, Jesse wondered? Fuck this! He didn't care who did what. He wants her, his cock stiff and confined in his pants. He wants to kiss her. He brings his hands to her back, pushing her closer to him. Forcing his head forward against her pulling at his hair, reaching, searching for her lips to be on his. He puts his hand on the back of her head, pushing her head down towards his. "Kiss me." he rasps. "No." she releases his head and pushes up off of him. His arms reach out in the darkness for her and feeling nothing but air. He can hear the legs of her chair scraping across the floor. How the hell can she see so well in the this darkness? "His touch on her body is excruciating. His fingers, his lips, too well trained in pleasuring a woman." she is continuing with the story. "Every time he touches her, it reminds her of her love. The lost love, the husband the Count had taken away from her." What the fuck? Jesse's body aches for her. He stretches his legs out, bumping into the table, freezing, he waits to hear if anything has fallen. Nothing. He slowly stretches again, his hand sliding down inside his pants, readjusting his cock, hoping to ease the discomfort of having a swollen cock. He briefly considers unzipping his pants. "The last thing she wants is to feel. To feel pleasure, to feel anything, especially from the monster that holds her captive." Tave continues on with her story. Maybe he should just jerk off, Jesse thinks to himself. But he could see it now, that door opening, the light shining in like a spotlight on him. He'd never hear the end of it. What could do is get up, find her, grab her, force her give him a blow job, or better yet, pull those tight ass pants off and fuck her. Feel pleasure, not feel pleasure, at this point he didn't care what she wanted. He wanted some satisfaction, his cock wanted some action, pussy, mouth, whatever. The room is silent and Jesse realizes, Tave is no longer talking. Why was she silent? Did she finish the story? He licks his lips, his mouth dry. "So... huh... what, what is she going to do?" his voice sounds husky. "What can she do? She either finds a way to kill him or kill herself." "Kill herself? Why? Why not just learn to live with this life. You said in your story there are blood banks, she doesn't need to feed or kill humans. She can control herself. She can live, she can find... love." Love. What the hell was he talking about? "But what of him, what of the Count?" Tave asks. Jesse thinks about the count for a moment, not sure what to do with the guy. He was obnoxious and arrogant, thinking that women wanted him, that he could control them. Maybe he could, maybe the ones that wanted to be controlled were the ones that hung around. Perhaps this woman—Jesse rolls his eyes, everything becoming very clear. "Oh you're good." Jesse says, "You're very good." Just then the store room's doorknob clicks, and the door swings open. The light from the hallway fills the room. Jackson stands in the doorway. Jesse holds his hand up and shields his eyes as he glances at his brother. For somebody in a band Jackson had lousy timing. "Sorry to interrupt."" He tells the two of them. "but it's time to go. The bus is ready and if we are to stay on schedule, we're gonna have to go now." Jesse looks over at Tave who is sitting in her chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, as if she had never moved from the spot. "Huh, yeah." Jesse says, pulling on his pants, and turning slightly to the side, trying to hide his hard on as he stands up. Tave also stands, "Well Jesse its been a pleasure. I hope I didn't bore you too much with all my talking." She approaches him with her hand extended out. Jesse grins at her and takes her hand in his. "Not at all. It was most enjoyable. You are coming to the next show?" He doesn't want to let go of her hand. In fact he doesn't want her to leave at all. She smiles at him, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Do you want me to give this back?" she asks, holding up the backstage pass. Jesse looks at the pass, reaching for it, the back of his hand purposely brushing against the front of her boob. "No, you can keep it." "Are you sure?" "Yes, but..." he gives it a tug, yanking her slightly towards him, "you make sure I see you at the concert." She leans in close and whispers, "Keep your eyes on the darkness." He was just about to grab her and lay a kiss on her, when she suddenly walked away. "Jack." She says, nodding her head as she passes by him, slipping out the door and down the hallway. Jackson flips on the light switch, which turns out to indeed be on the other side of the doorway. "Why is it so dark in here? Did the candle blow out?" "You could say that." Jesse says picking up Tave's cup and draining it. "You still want to kick my ass?" Jackson says, handing the near empty wine bottle to Jesse as he picks up the corners of the cloth, bundling what it into a make shift pack. "Well... let me put it to you this way. If she doesn't show up at the next concert, I will be kicking your ass." Jesse says, grinning at his brother. "What's that on your neck?" Jackson asks, as the two of them leave the room. Two days later Jesse and the guys are at Sundance getting ready for a performance at a hole in the wall club. The venue is small, only a thousand people or so. The stage is surrounded by balconies, with theater style seats in the center. Its one of Jesse's favorite places to play. They have played here many times over, even before they had become a headliner band. During sound checks Jesse is on stage, strumming his guitar and talking into the microphone, getting feedback and noises from the speakers. "Check, check, check. One two three. Check." Out of the corner of his eye he sees something. Looking up at the balcony box to his right he notices in the darkness that someone is there. His heart skips a beat, Tave's words in his head, 'keep your eyes on the darkness'. During the bus ride that night after their encounter, he had laid in his bunk, replaying their brief time together. Remembering the sound of her voice, the feel of her hands on him. The way her body, her breasts had felt. Jackson and the other guys had bugged him about what had happened. Had teased him about the hickey on his neck, but keeping his word to her, he never told them a thing. Jackson had told him later, that when he first met Tave in Detroit, he had been smitten with her, but after talking to her he soon realized how crazy she was with Jesse. She herself had been too shy to approach Jesse, thinking she was not worthy of his attention. Jackson told him how he had concocted the plan on getting the two of them together, without interruptions, so Jesse himself could get to know Tave and see what a catch she would be. In the Dark Jesse squints his eyes, trying to see better into the little balcony box. Yes, yes somebody was up there, he was sure of it. He walks across the stage for a closer look. The dim backlight of the hallway behind the balconies silhouettes something, but couldn't tell what or who it was. "Is somebody up there?" he calls out. No answer. Frustrated that he can't see better, he pulls his guitar off and puts it in a stand. He knows darn well that somebody is up there. "What's wrong?" Jackson hollers out to him from behind his drum set. "I'll be right back." Jesse jumps off the stage and runs out the side door, taking the stairs two at time to the mezzanine level. Finding the doorway to the balcony that he thinks is occupied, he steps in and finds no one. He rushes to the next three doorways, finding nothing, nobody. Shit. He could have sworn somebody was up here. He returns to the first room and walks completely in. Looking around for what he could have mistaken for a person. He finds nothing. Sadden he sits in one of the chairs near the railing and looks down at the stage. Jackson and Logan are looking up at him. "What are you doing?" Jackson asks. "Nothing." "Yeah, I can see that." Jesse sighs. It suddenly hits him that he is alone. "Why did you sprint up there?" Jackson asks, walking closer to the edge of the stage, wondering what was wrong with his little brother. "I thought I saw something." "Saw something, like what?" Jesse slowly shakes his head, "Nothing." he mumbles. "What?" "Nothing! There is nothing up here!" He hollers out. "So, what are you doing? Are we going to finish sound checks?" Jesse closes his eyes. What was going on with him? Why was he so sad? Was it really because Tave wasn't here like he thought she was? This was strange and new to him. This feeling of emptiness. Of loneliness. "Jesse. You whooo, earth to Jesse." Jackson taunts from down below. "Jesse!" Jesse slowly shakes his head, "What!" "Are we done with sound checks? If so Logan and I are going to go get something to eat. Are you coming?" Jesse doesn't answer or move. He continues to sit in the dark balcony. Jackson slaps his hands against his thighs and turns around, mumbling to Logan. They both leave the stage. Jesse continues to sit in the balcony, letting the darkness engulf him. He misses her. A frown crosses Jesse's face. Was it really that simple? Was that what all of this was coming too? That moment of hope when he thought she was sitting here watching him. That moment of happiness at the thought of seeing her again. Was this his brain's way of telling him he needed more than just the one night stands. That he needed more than the platinum records, the accolades of cheering fans, the fancy house with uninvited guests, drinking his drinks, eating his food. Was it really time for him to start thinking of someone other than himself? Fuck. He leans back in this chair, running his hands through his hair, pushing it back away from his face. He misses her. There he's admitted it. Are you happy world? I miss her, I miss her like hell. "Hey there Mister, you're in my seat." Jesse's heart flutters, his eyes close. Chills run down his spine as hands softly lay on top of his head. Fingernails comb through his thick long hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. Cool slender fingers caress his neck, massage his shoulders then finally slide down the front of his chest. He can smell her perfume as she leans in close, the softness of her breasts cradling his head. "I knew you were here." He takes her hands and holds onto them, pulling her closer. "And how did you know?" Tave whispers in his ear. Because I just realized how much I'm going to need you, how much I want you to be here, he thought to himself, as he opens his eyes and looks out at the stage. Different colored lights rotate around as the technician checks for burned out bulbs. "Because I wished it so." "And do all your wishes come true?" "They do." "You're one lucky SOB, you know that." He does now that she is here. He's never met anybody who's had such an effect on him has she does. The thought of losing that scares the hell out of him. "You hungry?" he asks. She nips his earlobe with her teeth. "Starving." Jesse smiles, tilting his head to the side, exposing his neck, feeling as her lips drag along his skin, leaving little kisses. Yes, he wanted this. Wanted her, no matter the consequences. Jackson had been right, the two of them belonged together. "Stay with me," he whispers, "always." "Always." She repeats. In the Dark I felt a hard, stone floor beneath me. My head felt as if it had exploded and I felt full like I hadn't taken a dump in a whole week. Or two. The skin of my stomach itched horribly and when I scratched it, my heart stopped. I opened my eyes to the most terrifying sight of my young life. My stomach was grotesquely distended and bloated out until I looked as if I were no less than nine months pregnant. I opened my mouth to scream as I rubbed the taut skin, not believing my eyes or what I felt. My shouts echoed around the room I was in and the sound of them made the situation even worse. "Help me!" I cried, unashamed that tears ran down my cheeks. Whatever was happening to me had to be worse than just being seen crying. "Please!" I rolled onto my knees and I cried out when the weight in my gut tried to pull me down. It was so heavy! I stood and tried to support my hard belly with one hand as I moved to what seemed to be the only door. This dungeonesque room was attached to what seemed like a perfectly normal hospital. I opened the normal door and stepped into a brightly lit, pure white hallway. I vaguely wondered what they'd say when they saw a naked, seemingly pregnant young man walking down such a nice hall. "I need help!" I yelled, hoping to God that someone would hear me. And someone did. A woman came out of a room and I figured the first thing out of her mouth would possibly be a scream. But she just smiled and nodded at me before taking my arm and guiding me into the room she'd come out of. It looked like a perfectly normal hospital room with one of those small bed-things in the middle. It appeared to be some kind of labor/birthing room because the bed had stirrups on the end. A series of large jars sat next to the bed and I wondered what they were for, but then the pain hit. My stomach shuddered on the inside and my lower half began cramping painfully. "Aaah!" I cried out and she guided me to sit on the strange table. I cooperated, pain filling my entire mind. She quietly lifted my legs into the stirrups and then put on a type of apron. She sat down on a stool between my extended legs and I couldn't see her head beyond the massive bulge that was my stomach. Another wave of pain hit and it was chased by what had to be the young girl touching my cock. Somehow despite the pain and overall terror of the situation, my cock rose instantly. I shuddered to think I'd be turned on by what was happening to me. I still felt her hand on my cock when the sensation came of her fingers slipping into my ass easily(far too easily) and spreading the hole apart. I only had a second to be amazed at how far it spread before the contractions began. The muscles in my lower body began contracting and releasing rhythmically. "Oh, God." I whispered when I felt something large and hard begin to pass from wherever it had been and down my bowels. "Just relax and push." The woman's voice was calm, too calm for what was happening to me. I'm a young man, not a woman! This can't be happening to me! I tried my hardest to not do as she said, to not push, and the pain grew exponentially. Tears streamed down my cheeks again. "Fuck it." I let go and the mass continued on its way. I felt my asshole expand around its wide size and the object's rough sides rubbed up against something that sent chills of pleasure throughout my body, completely erasing the pain I'd felt. Another one began its descent, stretching my insides with pleasure instead of pain this time. The one at my hole popped out with an audible sound and instantly, the next one was rubbing against that spot of amazing pleasure. By the time the fourth egg, that's what they had to be, came down and touched it, I felt delirious. White strings of cum sprayed up and over my massively depleted belly. With each egg, it lost size and now was close to being back to my flat, normal stomach. The cum hit my face and I shook with the radiating pleasure. Before I could come down completely, the fifth egg hit the spot and I came again, blinding pleasure. The sixth did the same, more of my cum flying out far enough to hit my face and beyond. I spasmed on the table until I eventually passed out. I woke back in the dungeon type room. I rubbed a hand over my flat stomach. Feeling it made me let out a relieved sigh and I opened my eyes to look at it. And my heart stopped once again. I couldn't see the flat stomach beyond two large breasts that were attached to my chest. I screamed in shock and grabbed at them, praying that I was hallucinating. They were tender and hurt when I gripped them and then something worse happened. They squirted something out onto my hand. I lifted my hand and in the dim light, there was a white fluid on my fingers. Feeling curious and slightly nauseas, I raised the hand to my lips and slipped a finger in. Milk. I'm producing milk. From breasts. My breathing quickened and then I heard a sound from a dark corner of the dungeon. Some kind of a long...tentacle...came sliding out of the darkness and I scooted back away from it. I stopped at the edge of the darkness because I didn't want to leave the light. It didn't really matter, though, because something wrapped around my waist and held me still. That...thing...slithered closer like a snake and reared up as if looking me over. Two more tentacles came from behind me and I watched in horror as they attached to my new breasts. They squeezed and sucked on the swollen orbs and the pleasure that came from it overpowered my fear. My cock even grew hard between my legs. The tentacle that hovered in front of me lowered itself down and slid onto my cock much in the way the other two had attached to my nipples. It massaged my cock and I moaned despite the strangeness of the situation. My head fell back and so I didn't see the other, much larger tentacle come out of the darkness like a slug, inching itself along with slime oozing from its surface. However, I did notice it when it touched me, cold slime oozing against my hole. I jerked and stared down at the massive thing, terrified of what its plans could be. I twisted and turned against the tentacles, trying to free myself. It was in vain, though, I knew that. They were too strong. This was going to happen whether I wanted it or not. I slammed my eyes shut and grit my teeth, waiting for the pain to begin. But the slug tentacle didn't move forward. Instead, it just oozed that goo against me. Finally, it did move. Using its round head, it forced its way into me and I was amazed that something that large could squeeze its way into me without pain. Then I realized it must have been the slime it produced. Beyond that head, the skin of the tentacle was rough, like the eggs had been. I remembered them just as an orgasm caught me off guard. I bucked against the tentacle in my ass and into the one surrounding my cock. "Fuck..." I whispered even as the large tentacle ignored my spasms and continued its journey deep into me. Its skin continued rubbing against my insides and I came again before it stopped. I looked down and saw small bulges traveling up it and they stretched my hole impossibly wider as they pass through into me. Though, they weren't nearly as large as the ones I'd birthed previously. They landed in some kind of void inside of me...a womb of some sort. One....two....three....my stomach bubbled up slightly. Four...five...six...a little larger, but not much. Not nearly as much as before. Larger bulges began traveling up the tentacle and something told me they were liquid. Maybe it was the way they looked in the tentacle, or how they squished inside of it as they pass through into me. The balls of liquid burst into my stomach and it swelled up and out into the shape of pregnancy. Seeing it expand like that in real time, without pain, made my balls tingle and then my cock shot once more into the tentacle covering it. I panted while the tentacle in my ass removed itself, my body twitching. I came once more between the squeezing on my cock, the tentacles suckling at my tits, and the rough tentacle rubbing against me. When it was out, all of the tentacles left me and I rubbed my stomach, wondering how long it would be until they were ready to come out. I lightly jiggled the bulge and felt them bounce around inside of me, floating in the massive amount of liquid. My cock tried to squirt again, but only a drop drizzled out. In the Dark... It didn't happen on purpose. We were lying together on the bed, half drunk, half asleep, and I felt your hands on my breasts. Gently, cupping and holding at first, then circling the nipples, gently stroking between your fingers. Your hands were soft and heavy and warm, as if you were still asleep. I was lying on my side, and you were spooning behind me. Your hand had come up my t-shirt, and eased my bra upwards, over my boobs. It felt good, the clumsy fondling. It wasn't like it was leading to anything – I just enjoyed being enjoyed. "Jen," I said. You moaned softly in reply, still asleep. I wanted to touch you, but you were behind me, out of reach. Gently, I bent my left leg backwards, between your legs. I could feel the warmth of your calves on eithre side of my ankle, then higher, between your knees, between your thighs. Earlier you'd been wearing a white skirt, but I couldn't feel it now – maybe you'd taken it off before you came to bed, or maybe it had ridden up. I moved my foot further up, until my heel found the gusset of your panties. You felt wet, but I couldn't tell if it was sweat. I rub my heel again you and you moan in your sleep. "Jen," Your fingers are still on my left nipple and I feel your right hand slip underneath me to caress my right breast. You fingers tangle in my bra strap, then pull it loose. I can feel my left nipple is hard beneath your touch, my right hardens as you find it. I work my heel up against you. "Mmmm," you murmur, sleepily, and plant a gentle kiss in my hair. Your hands are moving now, abandoning my boobs and slipping down my stomach. I try to breathe in. I'm not fat, but I down want you to feel the curve of my belly as you head down. Down. You keep going, holding your hands warm over my womb, then further down, your fingers tight against me. I wish I had shaved. Usually when there's a guy on the scene I keep myself waxed, but at the moment it didn't seem worth it. I tried to remember when I last shaved, but I knew that down there was a scrubby forest of pubic hair. There was nothing I could do, and I felt your hand slipping into my tights, into my panties. "I'm sorry," I whisper. In response you moan to the back of my neck. Your fingers were strong. You knew how to stroke. Of course, I've done it myself, plenty of times, but I've never done it this good. You seemed so sensitive – to know exactly what to touch, and when, and how hard, and how much. I slowly spread my legs, and you push your fingers further back. I felt so bad I hadn't shaved. You weren't inside me, but readying me, stroking, setting a rhythm. "I'm going to come," You slide your finger in, your middle finger it must be, spreading my pussy with the ones on either side. Oh God... you need to be further back... I was going to... oh God... Jen, that's... so good... not so deep. Another finger, clumsy and sleepy... "Jen?!" "Yeah," you murmur. I couldn't tell if you were awake, but it didn't matter. Your hand slipped out of the panties, out of the tights. "Wait," you say. You climb out of bed, and leave the room. I see the yellow of the hallway light under the door, then the click of the bathroom light. I didn't need my tights, I knew. I sat up, and slipped them off. My panties were completely soaking, but they could stay on. I slipped my own hand it. I was less furry than I'd feared – but probably still too much to stop her licking me out – I thought. What a thought! We barely knew each other until tonight, and I'm already thinking about her going down on me. It would be perfect. I untangled my bra and took it off. Even that was wet with sweat. I hoped you look as untidy as I am. I look awful. I laid back down in bed, my back to the door. I hear the toilet flush, the click of the light switches, and hear you come back into the room. I don't even know what you've been doing. You climb back under the duvet, flooding my body with cool air as you clamber in. "Jen?" I say "Wha?" you reply. It's as if you've gone straight back to sleep. It's not like I'm taking advantage if you're asleep. You started it, so it can't be wrong to carry on. But I am starting to doubt – maybe you're just fumbling, maybe it didn't mean anything. And then you kiss me. You roll over, and kiss me. First it's a gentle brush of barely opening lips, then a proper kiss, my lips and your lips together, our hands on each other's bodies, our moths open, our tongues together. Three seconds and we stop for breath, then synchronise our breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Then kiss again, longer this time. You are breathing fast, I am breathing fast. In. Out. In. Out. In. Another kiss, longer again, and I come up panting. My hand is on the small of your back. You're still wearing bra, and that little white skirt. It must have risen up earlier, but I slip my hand under. Your buttocks are smooth and naked. I slip my hand between your legs. Another kiss, longer still. I am so tired. You don't stop kissing, but you leave my mouth, slipping down to my neck. You stop there, and suck at my skin, hard. I know I'll have a love-bite in the morning, a little bruise the size of your mouth. It might take some explaining. I'll be wearing high-necked sweaters for a while, but for the moment it doesn't matter. I just want you. And then you are there, your tongue, your teeth, so soft against me. I'm so wet for you, but so tired. I feel you slip a finger in again. I'm drifting away. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe in the morning we will wake up, and none of this has happened. Maybe you won't remember, maybe I won't remember. Maybe we'll both choose to forget. Would that mean it didn't happen? In the Dark I've never been afraid of the dark, as such. I'm more a little bit cautious than outright scared. Well, at least that's how I was before the party at Maggie's place last weekend. Maggie is one of my childhood friends who I've never lost touch with, even though we're both almost thirty now. But that's pretty much all we have in common -- Maggie walks into a room and everyone notices. She's not brassy or cheap or anything like that -- although some of the things she wears would raise eyebrows in a strip club, let alone at a cocktail party -- but she just has this simple, elegant beauty that acts like a magnet to every eye. She's not loud, either, but her slightly husky voice seems to cut through the chatter around her leaving us all hanging on her every word. And before you even think it, we're just friends, and other than one silly weekend of experimentation more than a decade ago, our friendship is solidly platonic. I'm the quiet, slender girl with the untameable dark hair and Maggie is the curvier, vivacious blonde. There's never any confusing which one of us is which, for sure. So, the party last weekend. Maggie is one of nature's natural hostesses, a lover of company and an organiser of the most wonderful parties. To make it even better for me, a single girl, Maggie isn't into match-making or trying to mix and match her guests; Mags is more into gathering together the sort of disparate personalities that make for lively debates and unexpected liaisons. Or to put it in Maggie-speak, she lights the blue touch paper and then sits back to enjoy the occasional firework and more frequent sparkler. That sort of situation is ideal for me, as long as she leaves me room on the audience bench. It's a familiar position for me and to her credit Mags never tries to force me to participate in her party games. Which is not say that she doesn't encourage me to take part. Sometimes rather sternly. It was like that last weekend when she suggested her latest game after we'd all been eating, drinking and chatting for a couple of hours. As soon as the words 'murder in the dark' left her lips, I was already busily trying to come up with an excuse to be excused, and when she add 'with a twist', my personal alibi-creation monkey was put on overtime duty. The rules, Maggie explained, were a little less playground and a little more grown-up. In fact, she said that it was going to 'intriguing' and 'terribly, terribly secretive'. Not to mention 'a wonderful chance for one or two of you to give in to your naughtier sides'. That last comment positively alarmed me, but I was mollified to a degree when she outlined the basics -- we were to be plunged into pitch darkness and were to simply, and anonymously, locate other party goers and whisper a secret observation about them into their ears. Whoever collected -- and admitted to -- the most complimentary "secrets" would be the winner. They would have to state what they were so of course there could be no cheating because we would, between us, know the truth of what was said. I figured that I would be perfectly safe right from the outset. There were some sixteen guests, divided equally between the genders and I was certain that my slight figure and ratty hair would be far down the list for any compliments that were to be dished out by the males present. As is usual with Maggie's games, despite my reluctance and despite the fact that I knew I stood no chance of winning any prizes, I was immediately wondering if anyone present would compliment me on my intellect or my sense of humour. It didn't make me comfortable when Maggie told us that the game was about to start, but I wasn't overly concerned. 'Right, everyone!' Maggie clapped her hands together when the men had, stereotypically, moved all of the furniture out of her living room, 'We're all set now, so everyone pick a spot to stand in and as soon as I turn out the lights, you go and stand there and we'll get started.' 'What if two of us pick the same spot?' Busty Barbara asked, timidly but reasonably. Maggie laughed, 'Then I imagine the fun will start very quickly!' Any grumbles that were about to be made were cut short in a series of -- mostly-feminine -- squeaks as the room was plunged into darkness. From somewhere close to the hallway door, Maggie chuckled at our reactions, 'Let the fun commence,' she announced. 'The lights will come back on in ten minutes, so get commenting and remember to be as totally honest as you can. No one will ever know it was you if you're careful!' Her words were followed by a total absence of sound as sixteen people -- pretty much strangers -- sought to find their balance and their bearings. For a full twenty seconds there wasn't so much as a movement as we all worked out how to start breathing again, but then from somewhere a few feet away to my left I heard a muted 'sorry' as the first person made the first move and apparently stepped on the second person's toes. Whatever had happened seemed to break the ice and a few seconds later a hand brushed past my arm before returning and slipping down to my own hand before clasping tightly. I knew even before the voice whispered 'who's that?' that it was one of the younger women -- maybe Siobhan or Melissa -- and I dutifully began to play the game. 'It's Maria,' I told the young lady. 'Good,' she replied, 'I wanted to start with someone easy.' She paused and her voice came back much more rapidly after a couple of seconds, 'Not that I mean I think you're easy or anything, I just meant it's easy for me to say this to you: my secret observation about you is that you are way smarter than you look... not that I mean you look dumb or anything, just, you know? I mean, you're like Einstein in drag... oh shit, look that's all wrong too... Am I ballsing this up big time, or what?' 'I think you're trying to compliment me,' I started to relax at Siobhan's -- I was now sure it was her -- discomfort -- 'so don't worry about anything. I'm flattered.' 'I am. Complimenting you, that is. Not that I'm... you know? I mean I don't want you to think I'm using the dark as an excuse for... you know?' 'I know,' I assured her. There was a quiet sigh from my first contact, 'I hope the rest of the encounters go a bit more smoothly than this,' she whispered, 'but if it's any consolation for my awkwardness, I'm glad you were my first. Someone so smart and kind made it easier.' 'That's a lovely thing to say...' I just about managed to stop myself from adding 'Siobhan' to the end of my sentence. The poor girl was already nervous enough without knowing that I knew who she was. And let's face it, it really was a lovely thing to say, 'I just hope I get at least one more comment as nice as yours, but I doubt it.' 'Oh, I'm sure you will,' Siobhan chuckled softly, 'And I guess we'd better start circulating so you find that out for sure and I stop making a total fool of myself.' I was about to tell her not to be so hard on herself but I felt my hand released, a gentle movement in the air and a sudden absence of a presence by my side. Siobhan had sensibly moved on. I stood very still trying to decide whether to move left or right along the wall when I felt that absence of presence suddenly filled. I paused, straining to hear anything but could only make out the quietest of breaths from close by my left ear. 'Who... who is it?' A deep but very soft laugh sounded from much closer to my side than I had imagined the new person to be standing. It was followed by a croaking whisper, the sort that was clearly designed to mask the person's true tones, 'Now that would be telling, but I believe you must be Maria?' 'Er, yes it is. What is your observation?' I was almost dismissive when I heard the male tones, certain that there would be nothing overly complimentary offered. 'Well I'm glad to hear that, Maria,' the croak softened a little, but not enough for me to work out who it was, 'only ever since Maggie told us what the game was going to be, I was desperate to get to speak to you.' 'Really?' 'Really, really. Only I don't think I could make the observation in the cold light of... well, light.' To my surprise my heart skipped in my chest. Good old Ms Pessimist sprang to my assistance -- he could never bring himself to be insulting or negative without the lights being off, that must be it, 'Well, let me have it then.' 'Oh, I wish I could... sorry, was that to forward?' 'Forward? I don't... oh...' 'Yes,' he said, clearly pleased that I'd worked out what he meant, 'I mean I really couldn't tell you what I was thinking when the lights were on but now... well, now I just want you to know that I think you are so, and I mean so sexy.' 'Me?' The skipping in my chest increased in tempo. It felt like I had the cast of Riverdance stomping away, 'You do know that this is Maria, right?' I didn't mean to excuse myself but I just needed a few moments to come to terms with what I was hearing. 'Oh, I know,' the croak had pretty much disappeared but to my extreme annoyance I couldn't for the life of me put face to the voice, 'I just...' the voice paused and I heard a dry swallow, 'I just so much wanted to say you are so beautiful.' The mouth uttering the words that shocked my so much -- so nicely -- suddenly snapped shut with an audible click of teeth and the breeze that brushed past my face told me that my second visitor, and second surprise, had moved on. I was astounded by those first two 'secret observations' and I was already hoping that the remainder of the ten minutes would pass in a flash to leave me with as close to a perfect score (in my mind, anyway) as it was possible to get with those two first comments. I told myself that Siobhan had probably made sure she was close to me for an easy start, and the guy... well, maybe the guy was genuine enough but it would have to be a genuine one to be so close right at the start. The rest were probably keeping their distance so they didn't have to supply a less desirable 'honest' comment to me. In fact- 'Hello?' Another croaky male voice, heavy with disguise, shocked me from my somewhat negative thoughts, 'Er, hello?' 'That's Maria's dulcet tones, right?' 'Dulcet... oh, well yes it is.' There was a deep exhalation of wine-scented breath from my left, 'I am so glad. I would have felt terrible if I didn't get the opportunity to provide you with me secret observation.' This voice was by far the most confident of the three so far, and although Ms Pessimist wanted to have her say, my line-dancing heart wasn't listening, 'Well, now you have your chance. Just please don't be too harsh.' 'As if!' The voice paused, 'Surely you know that at least half of the men in here would be honoured to be in your company for a few hours at the very least?' I was about to protest but a finger was pressed to my lips, shocking me into silence. 'Oh, Maria, you're built like the sleekest, smoothest feline and those eyes, that figure... when those looks are married to that sharp, witty, insightful mind, it makes for the most heavenly of creature!' The sharp, witty, insightful mind went mercifully blank. 'Huh?' 'You ever hear the expression 'sex on legs'? Well you're that and more -- the more being you're smart and funny and... oh hell, Maria, I could never say this in the light but you make me so aroused just by being in the same room.' 'That's... such a lovely thing to say,' I managed, my mind busily trying to ignore thoughts of arousing guys just by breathing, 'Very kind and very nice, but surely that's a bit of an exaggeration-' I was interrupted as my hand was grabbed, 'You really think so? Only one way to prove it then.' As my hand was pushed onto the front of the guy's suit trousers -- bulging suit trousers, I might add -- I didn't so much as offer an ounce of resistance. All I could say as the fireworks started to ignite in my suddenly fevered brain was 'Oh...' The polite part of me, the well-educated young lady, managed to add, 'Thank you', but I'm not sure which part of me it was that squeezed very gently until the mystery man let out a whimper. 'Maria?' he muttered, somehow very quickly, 'Look I'm sorry but I'll never get such a chance again, I'm sure.' 'I don't know what you-' my breath caught in my throat as his free hand closed gently over my right breast. 'I'm sorry,' he managed, starting move his hand away. My own free hand closed over his and pressed it back against my now heaving (albeit small) chest, 'It's okay,' I managed, 'A one-off chance, right? Might as well make the most of it...' I have no idea where my mind was wandering off to, but my body was reacting with sudden arousal that shocked me with its intensity. I think I tried to tell this man -- this stranger -- just that, but words were failing me. As his hand tightened in a gentle squeeze, so my own hand responded in kind as his erection became ever harder through the cotton of his suit. The darkness which I had been almost fearful of was suddenly my best friend, and my staid and steady mind took the most unexpected detour. I stroked the hardness in my hand, firmly and as obviously as circumstances allowed, 'This,' I heard my suddenly unfettered mouth whisper, 'is a very loose dress.' The hand that had been holding mine against his hardness was suddenly removed as a grunt of acknowledgement was softly murmured. Moments later I felt the guy lean down a little and sudden coolness as the front hem of the dress was pushed up, fingers tracing a beeline up the inside of my left thigh. As three of those fingers arranged themselves against the front of my thin cotton panties -- rapidly becoming damp cotton panties -- I had to lean forward and bite the guy's left shoulder to stop a squeal of delight freaking out half of the room. His other hand slid sideways, seeking and finally locating the fold in the bodice of my dress that allowed access to the bare breasts beneath. I was struggling to keep from howling in pleasure and when a third hand tapped my shoulder, a voice enquiring in plummy feminine tones whether I was free, it was all I could do not to tell the woman to fuck the hell off. I managed a 'sorry, no', the two words almost split apart by a full-blooded howl as a finger finally slid under the damp cotton and started to penetrate the hot, moist folds of my womanhood beneath. We were 'alone' again seconds later, and the guy almost had me howling in frustration when he removed his hand from my bare breast until I felt it fumbling at the front of his suit, loosening the waistband just enough to allow my hand access to its contents. Its gloriously hard and hot contents. Somehow I still retained enough understanding to know that for all of our lust and desire we had to be a little circumspect -- the lights could come back on at any moment, and anyone could wander up and touch anywhere... But that didn't stop me awkwardly stroking his rigid member at the same time as easy my legs as far apart as was practical so that I could let this unknown guy penetrate me with his fingers. Allow him to tease my very centre. Allow him to bring me rapidly and shockingly close to... I gasped as I realised I was in imminent danger of losing control, right there in the middle of a crowded and only currently dark roomful of acquaintances and strangers. I was about to protest, about to try to resist the seemingly inevitable, when the guy gasped and his rate of breathing increased two or three-fold in matter of a couple of seconds. The hand which had loosened his waistband had returned to the inside of my dress's bodice and now he squeezed my right breast harder as his whole body began to tense. The realisation of what was happening to him -- how I was helping him to reach that point of sheer release -- flipped some kind of switch deep inside me. All resistance winked out of existence and I drove my hips harder against his probing fingers, biting even harder at his shoulder as the tsunami of my climax rushed towards us. The guy gave a strangled grunt and I felt warmth and wetness against my wrist and palm. When the full realisation of what was happening hit me, the tsunami washed over me, all control dashed to pieces as I surrendered to its weight and power. I bucked against my stranger, his fingers now deep inside me as waves of orgasm crashed through my defences. I pressed my breasts against his hand and rode his penetrating digits with an abandon that I have seldom, if ever, felt before. For all its intensity, the orgasm was mercifully short-lived -- no more than twenty seconds or so -- but it made up for brevity with an intensity that left me breathless, ears ringing, spots dancing before my eyes in the darkness... The darkness! I gave a shaky sigh of relief, whispering that we had been so lucky. The guy gasped an equally shaky yes, and we began to quickly rearrange our clothing, pausing only for a brief and -- don't laugh -- rather shocking kiss. I was just straightening the bodice of my dress when the lights flipped back on in a dazzling display that had us formerly deprived guests blinking and laughing -- some of us for different reasons to the others... I suddenly realised that the return to illumination meant that I would know the identity of my mystery mutual masturbator and I turned to my left to offer him a reassuring smile and a sincere thank you. He wasn't there. No one was there! I scanned the room, searching for a guy who was in any way dishevelled or sweating profusely (I knew I was), but there was no one there fitting that description. I tried to work out what the guy must have been wearing but 'cotton shirt and suit trousers' fitted six of the guys, the other two wearing jackets and therefore ruled out. I looked closer at the six possibles, trying to make it seem inobvious, but they all looked calm enough. I was wondering if I could -- forgive the crudeness, but I was rather desperate -- find a way of sniffing at their fingers when Maggie took centre stage and started to organise everyone, encouraging us to come up to her a state how many compliments we had received. I wondered whether I should say two and an orgasm or three, which would be simpler and less likely to feature as a topic of conversation when we met for the next twenty times, but in the end I found I didn't need to as she changed method and started asking for anyone who received nine or ten, then eight when no one said anything, then seven and finally six, when two women claimed first prize. I smiled when I saw that one of them was Siobhan and idly wondered how many of the compliments were focused on her gravity defying bust. The other woman was the wife or partner of one of the guys with jackets -- Emily, I think I recalled -- and was clearly enjoying the attentions. I shrugged and let myself acknowledge that I was more than happy with the compliments I had received. I joined in with the applause and laughter, watching as first Siobhan hopped down from the little stage that Maggie had arranged at the side of the room and then as Emily was helped down by her husband. I paused, frowning, as she placed her hands on his shoulders and hopped to the floor. My eyebrows rose as I took in the obvious wince the guy had given as his wife had descended, and they rose a little more as he surreptitiously lifted the material of his jacket away from his shoulder -- his left shoulder. I was still staring hard when he glanced in my direction, his jaw falling open as he saw me looking back so directly. I slowly closed my eyes and smiled, opening them after a couple of seconds. He looked back quizzically, clearly wondering whether he should be relieved or not. I decided to put him out of his misery and strode across the room, ostensibly to congratulate the two winners. A crowd was forming around them and the guy intercepted me just behind the small throng of people. In the Dark 'Look, I'm-' It was my turn to silence him with a sneaky finger to his lips, 'It was a lovely compliment,' I whispered, before the devil in me started to have a little bit of fun, 'So much so, in fact, that I would have offered you much, much more if you weren't married. Still, at least your fingers got to fuck me, yeah?' He looked frantically around to make sure our conversation was not being overheard, 'You're making me wish I wasn't. I meant what I said about how you've got it all-' 'But if I'd known you were that disloyal, you'd never have got that much -- so just count yourself lucky that I don't tell the assembled company just what your secret observation amounted to. Now, be a good sensible boy and go sort yourself out in the bathroom, yes?' I didn't really mean the veiled threats. I'm not easy but I do like some good 'clean' fun occasionally and it was all harmless enough, right? But that wasn't the point. I left him standing there, pushed through the little crowd and shook Emily warmly by the hand to congratulate her. Yes, that hand. In The Dark My world is darkness and silence, heavy as velvet. I am naked, kneeling, back straight and knees spread wide as I've been taught. My hands are bound behind me so my tits push forward. A slight stirring of the air makes my nipples harden. I know, somewhere, he is watching and smiling. A trickle of wetness slips from my pussy and trails down my ankle. A finger brushes my lower lip, and my tongue slips out to lick it before I can stop myself. The finger is withdrawn and my face gets slapped, leaving stinging fingerprints. I hang my head, acknowledging my error. Fingers grasp my hair and pull my head back. The finger again brushes my lip and this time I open my mouth as I should have before. Warm, smooth skin brushes my lip and I open more, suppressing a smile as his cock teases my lips. I wait, not wanting to be corrected again. Fingers return to my hair, and my head is held still as he invades my mouth. I shape my mouth into a willing, eager hole for him, knowing that's what he wants from me. He fucks my mouth for several minutes, making me moan in spite of myself, and I struggle to not move, to keep my wanton hips still. Too soon he pulls my mouth away and pats me on the head. Panting, I sit back on my heels again, feeling the trickle turning into a steady stream of juices down my inner thigh. I hold my breath, straining to hear anything that might hint at his intentions. I curse myself for giving him that bit of information; the things I'd learned to anticipate because of their special sounds. In return he has sealed me within myself, desolate. I gasp as fingers trail across my breasts, sliding, scraping, squeezing. He touches me everywhere except those exquisitely sensitive nubs. I shiver and barely manage to stop myself from twisting, trying to capture the touch I crave. He knows and I can imagine him chuckling. I know my lesson today, one simple word, the one that trips me up even as I yearn to achieve it..."submit." Fingers are replaced by tendrils. He dangles the strands of the flogger whisper close to my nipples, brushing them lightly. I hold my breath and wait for the burn as he snaps it, and the tendrils turn into vicious bites. He targets my nipples relentlessly, with occasional forays around and between my breasts. My world becomes dual pinpoints of heat that reach inside and complete the connection to my pussy. I twitch and tremble and know I'm moments away from disaster. My thighs tremble with the effort to remain still, and I suddenly realize that I'm moaning softly. My lips begin to form a desperate "please" when the attack ends abruptly. He steps close to me and I sag against his leg. He brushes my cheek and I can feel him rumble something. He pivots behind me and releases my wrists. His hand slides down my arm and clasps around one wrist, tugging at me to stand. Once I'm on my feet he leads me across the room until my knees bump into the large low table that I know is off to one side. He taps me on the shoulder and I climb onto the table, landing on all fours. His hand brushes down my spine, kneads my ass. He taps the back of my thigh and I spread my legs farther apart. His fingers slide from my ass down to my slit. I know that I'm dripping wet already and know that will amuse him. He still manages to startle me as his fingers plunge into me, stretching, invading, twisting around as he explores me fully. My thighs begin to tremble again as I struggle to remain still. The battle of wills is on as he drives me closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. How do I resist the thing that I desire most? The moment that my pussy begins to twitch and my hips begin to move he is gone. I choke down a whimper of disappointment. My tormentor, my savior, slaps my ass then wipes his fingers on the backs of my thighs. My breathing slows just in time to howl in surprise as a line of fire explodes across the sweet spot at the top of my legs. Lightning quick blows follow the first one, the cane dancing over my ass and thighs. I can imagine the cross-hatching of marks that I'll have tomorrow. He likes seeing that almost as much as he likes making them. Now my real struggle begins. How much can I take before he breaks me down? I need to be good for him, I need to take it. He wants to hear my pain, but it's so very hard for me to let go like that. I try to find my voice for him even as I fight to stay silent. I dig my nails into the table's edge. Blow after blow rains down until my swollen cunt betrays me, catching a blow that nearly makes me fly off the table as I shriek. In an instant his arms are around me. I can feel his voice, skin to skin, as he holds me close and blots at my tears. He scoops me up and puts me back on the floor. I try to regain my balance and he grabs my hair, pulling me up and tilting my head back. He wipes his slippery cockhead all over my cheeks, my lips, even my forehead before thrusting into my waiting mouth. He ravages my throat with hard, deep strokes. I slurp him down eagerly, greedily, licking him as much as I'm allowed until he pulls away once again. Warm, sticky splashes land on my cheeks, in my hair and over my lips. More cum splashes on my breasts, and he winds his fingers tight in my hair to keep me still. After a few moments his fingers slide through the warm gobs, as if finger-painting my face. He scoops the splashes off of my breasts and feeds them to me, making me smile and sigh with contentment. He deftly removes my earplugs and the blindfold. I blink despite the dim light. I gaze up at him and he smiles. "Good girl," he says, brushing my cheek. ******** Dear Reader: Thank you for giving some time to my very first story. I'm eager to know what you think so please vote and leave comments. I can only learn with your help. In the Dark I pulled onto the forecourt of the garage in my old Citroen DS2, it was late and strangely quiet, not even the radio was playing. I turned off the engine and she spluttered to stop, turned off the lights and looked for any signs of life. I could see a shaft of light coming from one of the office windows, I decided to head towards that. My heels sounded deafeningly loud on the concrete floor, no stealth approach here -- he knows I am coming anyway. I push open the door that has been left ajar for me and slide in through the gap, closing and locking it behind me. As I do the lights go off and I dare not move amongst the machinery and tools of the garage, I feel his breath on my neck a second before anything else but it is not quite enough warning to stop me gasping as he kisses me, pulling me into his arms. He smells of engine oil and fuel mixed with a musky aftershave, his face is stubbly from a day at work and is rough against my face and neck as he hungrily kisses me his strong hands pulling me into his grubby work clothes. "You are going to make me all dirty!" I complain, thinking about my smart grey suit getting all grubby in the dark. He pulls away and firmly grasps my hand, blinded by the complete darkness I have no choice but to follow his lead as he guides me through the busy workshop, we come to a stop and he turns me 180 degrees, pauses then pushes me down. With no warning I fall easily onto the sofa I have sat on many times in his small office, but he doesn't give me time to think about where before he is on top of me pressing me into the soft surface. "My dress!" I protest again, only half worried now, of course I don't want him to stop. "You are really that worried about your dress? Really? You want me to stop? You are free to leave any time you like you know..." He trails off and I realise he has now got off me and once again I am blind and alone and totally unaware of what is going on around me. "Of course not!" I say nervously, reaching a hand out in front to try and feel him, I wonder if his eyes are more accustomed to the dark, mine are starting to become aware of shadows, but to just makes it all more spooky. I hear a sound on the other side of the room and sit up to try and see where it came from, but in a flash he is on me again. He holds both my wrists above my head and is kissing me hard on the mouth, his legs straddle mine so his body isn't actually touching me, but I can't move. I gasp as he grips my bottom lip with his teeth, firmly but not painfully and then slowly slides his hands down my arms, firmly across my breasts and down my ribs. I leave my arms above my head as his kisses become hungry and his hand grip my pelvis, pushing me down into the sofa and holding me down. He lets one hand slide down my thigh to the edge of my dress and then back up, just inside. Even if I wanted him to stop I couldn't tell him, my mouth covered by his, my body incapacitated by his body. His hand slowly travels up my leg, the finger tips gently slowly moving towards my ever increasing wetness. He moves his hand back down and tugs the hem of my dress up, I lift my bum off the sofa as he uses both hands to slide the skirt up and over my hips to expose the tiny black silk panties I was wearing. He moved his legs between mine and slowed his kissing down again as he slowly but forcefully pushed my legs apart. One hand slowly travels back up my body and rests at my face, his hand gripping my hair and pulling me into him, the other grips my pelvis as he hooks his thumb into the thin fabric and begins pulling at it. I push myself against him, trying to find any kind of relief I can, but he holds me away from his body. I can feel him smiling against my face as I groan into his open mouth in frustration. It is this groan that seems to trigger a change in pace for him and the hand on my hip slides swiftly between my legs and covers my hot wet pussy with his whole hand, his turn to gasp, as I grind myself against him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, sucking his in just to have any part of him inside me. He begins to rub his hand back and forth against me and starts to kiss down my jaw to my neck, the hand that was holding my hair slips down to my breast and starts playing gently with my nipple through the tight fabric of my dress. As I don't think I can take it any more he slides two fingers deep inside me, hard and fast he thrust into me, biting down on my neck and gripping my breast in his hand. I am completely at his mercy, pushing myself into him rubbing my sensitive clit against the heel of his hand as his fingers slid in and out. I pulled my head back and groaned loudly as I began to climax, feeling myself squeezing his fingers. "Oh, so we are excited weren't we?" He asked, breathing deeply into my ear. I bring my arms down and wrap them around his neck and feel him shifting above me. I loosen my grip and relax back, I run my hand down the soft fabric of his T shirt, feeling his strong body beneath, all the way down until I find his naked hips. I lift my hand and bring it down hard on his bum. "Cheeky boy...now where did your jeans go?" I dig my nails into the soft skin, until he hisses back at me. I run my hand around and find he too is very excited. I gently take the base of his shaft in my hand and slowly run my hand the length of it, barely touching it but knowing from his breathing that it is driving him wild. His hands are back at my hair now, holding me and kissing me hungrily as I up the tempo. I move him closer to me as I move my hand up and down, the tip of his cock placed just against my hot skin. As I rub up and down the tip rubs against my clit and I push myself forward to allow more friction. I can feel myself about to cum when he starts to push himself into me, slightly more each time my hand moved down his shaft. One of his hands moves down and takes hold of mine, pulling it away and holding it at my side as he slowly and deliberately pushed himself all the way in. I hold my breath as he does, barely moving anything drinking in the sensation of being filled. He begins rocking back and forth, never coming all the way out, keeping a constant pressure on my clit as I feel myself orgasm again. I grip his head with my free hand and the sofa with the hand that is being held at the wrist and cry out into the darkness as his thrusts become more frantic and animalistic. I am still gripping him tightly as he groans into my ear and pulls my hair to expose more of my neck, I can feel his hot breath on my skin and I feel him let go thrusting frantically into me. And then we are still, only the sound of our breathing in each others ears as we calm and relax, he loosens his grip on my wrist and shifts his weight off me. I feel my eyes become heavy as all thoughts of crumpled work clothes leave my head and I breath in the smell of him, hot engine oil and musk. In the Dark Foreword from Saxon Hart First thing I have to say is Thanks to qmh1 for writing 500 Annies. Why am I thanking another author for writing a story? Because it inspired this one. I read 500 Annies with great enthusiasm. When I was done I read the feedback and some of the suggestions for how he might deal with Annie being a whore. I was composing a feedback suggestion in my head when it struck me that the idea was too good to feed to an author who had probably already decided the path of Annie so I used the voice record feature on my phone to lay out a quick outline. This is a burn the bitch tale told from the bitch's perspective. There are a few dark spots in this one so consider yourself warned. I also want to thank PapaGus for editing and giving feedback on this story, as well as relate a truth is stranger than fiction factoid I learned. Around New Year 's Eve I e-mailed PapaGus to wish him a happy new year and a hope that he'd had a good Christmas. He wrote back that he was grouchy and had a birthday the day after New Year's Day and that he was turning 70. I wrote him back and pointed out a coincidence. My birthday is also January 2nd, but I was born in 70. His reply was "Then you know you are turning 43. I was born in 43." So I had to share that tidbit, but I'll ramble no more. SH In the Dark August 2003 "Oh yes. Oh fuck me harder Carlos. Oh god I love how you fill me up." Carlos, encouraged by my words, fucked me harder and faster. I felt my pussy was already stretched to the limit as if Carlos was shoving a soda bottle into my pussy rather than his eight inch cock. I was bent over the settee, my legs apart and my hands braced against the wall as this man I had only met a few hours ago attacked my pussy with his large battering ram. I knew the moment I saw him on the dance floor that I would fuck him before I left Thailand. I only wish I had met him my first night there instead of my last. I was there because my husband had to travel for a business meeting. Ken had closed the deal earlier in the day and then the boss of the Thai firm his company was dealing with, Mr. Willapana, took us out for a night of dining and dancing in a ritzy district of Chiang Mai. When we arrived three days before, I was upset at Ken for insisting that I come with him. I had planned on spending the time that Ken was away gloriously naked and sweaty with Jeff, our neighbor's 22 year old son whom I had been fucking since his 18th birthday. Jeff had seduced me the day after his birthday party, when I was helping his mother Sandra clean up. Sandra and her husband Dale had thrown Jeff a huge bar-b-q party and their yard had been left in shambles. Sandra got called away to relieve her co-worker for an hour or two so the woman could take her son to the dentist. I told Sandra that I'd stay and finish up for her. Jeff had been cleaning the pool as Sandra and I had cleaned the yard. Dale was hauling the chairs and tables back to the places he had gotten them, as well as returning the empty kegs to the liquor store. I went into the house with all of the table cloths and towels that had been used at the party. I took them down into the basement and loaded them into the washing machine. I started the machine and turned to see Jeff standing there in his wet trunks. "I'm through cleaning the pool Darlene. Mind if I toss my trunks into the wash with the towels?" Before I had a chance to object, he slithered out of his trunks and I was looking at the most beautiful cock I had ever laid eyes on. He was a full nine inches and as big around as a coke can. Ken isn't built badly, but I just was in awe of Jeff's member. "Like what you see?" I blushed because I hadn't realized I was staring. "It's fucking gorgeous." I said before I could stop myself. Jeff got a smile like a shark and eye locked on my stiff nipples. They were readily visible under the white tank top I was wearing. I could feel my pussy getting rapidly wet and suddenly had the absurd thought that Jeff was an animal and could smell my arousal. "Oh, you do like what you see. I know you want some of it. It's ok, I don't bite....hard." My mind was reeling. I had never even dreamed of cheating on Ken. He and I had each had lovers before we married but we had been completely monogamous since getting together in our junior year at USC. All thoughts of Ken flew from my mind as I grasped Jeff's magnificent cock. My hands seemed to move of their own volition as I stroked his cock to its full mass. I didn't even notice when he undid the button of my jean shorts and shoved them down my thighs, ripping my panties off and exposing my neatly trimmed cunt in the process. I gasped as he worked a finger into my sopping wet hole and began to finger fuck me. Before I knew it, he had my tank pulled up and over my head and one of my nipples in his mouth. I let out a screech as the first orgasm overtook me. I swooned and almost fell over, but Jeff kept me from falling and lifted me up onto the washing machine. I tried to protest but he soon had his tongue working over my clit and I was once again riding the waves of ecstasy. He flicked and nibbled at my clit for what seemed like forever. He'd get me close to another orgasm and stop licking. Finally he worked me up until I was cumming again. Just at the peak of my orgasm he stood and pushed his mammoth cock into me. The feeling of his cock stretching my cunt was incredible. I had never cum as hard as I did when he entered me. As I rode the waves of orgasm number two he began a slow and rhythmic thrusting into me. As he fucked me on the washing machine that day I never thought about Dale or Sandra coming home and catching us or of what Ken would say. It was just me, Jeff, and his cock; nothing else mattered. As I came for the third time, Jeff turned me over and put the head of his cock against my little brown hole. Ken has always wanted to fuck my ass but I had never let him. He had fingered it a time or two but I never let him go further. Now Jeff had the head of the biggest cock I'd ever had inside me pressed to my ass and I had no doubts I was going to let him have me however he wanted me. I felt his spit hit me directly between my ass cheeks and run down my crack over my asshole. He used the head of his mammoth prick to swirl the spit and the copious amounts of my own juices all over my hole. Then he reached forward and tweaked my nipples. Soon he had me shaking again and I could feel the heat from his cock poised at my virgin entrance. One of his hands moved to my clit and began diddling it. My legs began to tremble and my belly fluttered as another orgasm began to take me. Just as I began climaxing, Jeff pushed the head of his cock into my ass. At first the pressure was tremendous, and then came the pain. It felt like he was tearing my little hole to shreds. In the midst of my pain I realized he didn't even have more than an inch or two in my ass. I was about to tell him to pull it out when he rubbed my clit faster bringing on yet another orgasm. When I had ridden the waves and came down I realized that during my climax he had pushed the rest of his cock into my ass and it didn't hurt so much. I began to relax my muscles and be started thrusting in and out of my ass. I don't know how long he fucked my ass that first time, I only know that I came two more times while he did and he was still going strong. We changed positions a couple of times and we ended up in the missionary position but his cock was in my ass. After a while fucking like this he pulled out and thrust his cock into my face. I never let any man into my ass, so the idea of ass to mouth was so foreign that it had never crossed my mind. Now here I was, naked as the day I was born, juices pouring from my pussy, my ass gaping wide open and this kid was pushing his cock, streaked with feces, into my mouth and throat. In no time I was sucking him like a porn star and after a few minutes was rewarded with several jets of red hot cum down my throat. Although he filled my mouth, I never spilled a drop. Jeff kissed my head and then retreated, still naked upstairs. As I gathered my clothes I heard the shower running. I quickly dressed and went into the back yard and picked up the last few things and then went home. For three weeks I didn't see Jeff again and vowed to be faithful to Ken. Then during a Labor Day picnic I found myself with Jeff's cock in my mouth as Ken stood not 100 yards away cooking burgers. Jeff and I saw each other every few weeks that fall and winter. As spring came and went I found myself making excuses to put myself where Jeff and I could steal away and have our fun. Then shortly after Jeff's 19th birthday Ken got a promotion that put him on the road far more often allowing Jeff and I more opportunities to explore each other. I never passed up an opportunity to have that cock in my three holes, so naturally I was disappointed when Ken insisted that I accompany him to Thailand. "Family is very important to Mr. Willapana, and my bosses insist that he sees that family is important to Emerson and Son's as well. I need you to come with me Darlene." I figured as bad as I had been I at least owed him this one favor, besides when else would I get to visit Asia? The first couple days had been dull and boring. I mostly ate alone as Ken dealt with Mr. Willapna and his people, but finally Ken came to the hotel and told me to get dressed up because the deal was done and we were going to party. I had seldom seen Ken want to party so I figured I'd take full advantage, and who knew, he might even win me fully back from Jeff. We went and ate at a fine restaurant and then Mr. Willapana's limo took us to the clubs. It turned out that I was the only wife in the group. Ken explained that the other wives had to care for children or be ready to work the next morning. Once we got into the club Ken reverted to boring old Ken leaving me begging to dance. He told me if I wanted, to go ahead and dance, it didn't harm anything. That was when I found Carlos, or more like Carlos found me. I was slightly embarrassed at first when Carlos would grind on me. I could feel his large cock through his jeans. It wasn't as nice as Jeff's but it was nice. Ken and his cronies were paying very little attention to me so when Carlos asked me to meet him later I didn't object. He slipped me his room key and directions to his hotel. I looked at them and luckily it was the same hotel Ken and I were in. Ken was asleep five minutes after we returned to our room, I had gone into the bathroom to freshen my make up, I slipped out the door and made my way to Carlos' room. He wasted little time getting me naked and getting his cock into my mouth. I made him cum quickly and was slightly disappointed. "Don't worry baby," he said, "Now I can go for hours." I lost track of time as Carlos took me to heaven. At one point I think I passed out but he splashed me with some water and we continued our fuck fest. Mainly he took me from behind, and he knew what he was doing. A few times I was worried we'd break the settee he had me against. I looked down my body to catch a glimpse of his large cock and saw the sheen of sweat covering me. My 36C breasts swung as he pounded me. I think I was on my fourth orgasm when Carlos grunted and held fast as he pumped what felt like a gallon of molten hot cum deep into my body. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of awesome sex. "So," said Carlos in his heavily accented English, "Does your husband ever make you cum as hard as I did?" The sun was threatening to peek over the horizon as I snuck back into my room. I crawled into bed and spooned into Ken. I had showered with Carlos before I left, and got my ass fucked in the hot spray, so I was free of all of the sperm Carlos had pumped into me.r I swear I thought I felt Ken's skin crawl as I moved into him, but I was too tired to think about it. At least I'd get to sleep on the flight home which left in four hours. The sudden introduction of sunlight to my face brought me out of my slumber. A quick glance at the clock told me I had slept a whole three hours. Ken had opened the blinds letting the bright day end my night. "Come on Dar. We have to be ready in twenty minutes." Usually Ken wakes my by lightly tickling the small of my back, but with our obvious time constraint and the fact that his gentle wake ups usually ended up in a sex session, maybe he had the right idea. We caught the car to the airport and arrived in time to meet Mr. Willapana and his wife. I stuck my hand out to shake but they just looked at it like it was something dirty to be avoided. She looked me over once and turned back to her husband. I felt insulted but realized I didn't know their culture or customs so I got over it quickly. Ken and Mr. Willapana talked and his wife kept casting sidelong glances in my direction. They spoke in low tones so I couldn't hear what they were saying. Finally Mr. Willapana bade us farewell and we went to our gate. I went to the closest restroom so that I wouldn't need to pee on the flight to Bangkok. Ken was talking to the lady at the ticket counter when I got back to the gate. He saw me and walked over. "Dar, there's been a mix up and I'm afraid we won't get to sit together on the plane. They do have it fixed for the international flight though." I was disappointed, but tried not to show it. I felt kind of lucky because I felt like Ken could smell Carlos on me. I got another slight shock when I saw Carlos sitting at the same gate that Ken and I were at. He looked up and saw me and looked like he was about to greet me but when he saw Ken he quickly looked away. He was sitting off to the left of us and behind us so I couldn't look his way without Ken knowing. I could feel him staring at me though. In my guilt ridden mind I wondered if Ken could feel his hot stare as well. We boarded the plane. Ken was five rows from the entrance and I was several rows back on the same side. When Carlos got on he walked past me without a glance. I sat back and closed my eyes. I knew it was at least an hour long flight to Bangkok and I intended to get a nap. The flight attendant gave me a blanket since the plane's AC was set on "igloo." My eyes had only been closed for a minute or two when I felt someone settle into the seat next to me. I almost screamed when I felt a hand slide up my thigh. My eyes shot open and I saw Carlos sitting next to me. "I traded sitting with that woman so to be next to you," he said. "My husband is right up there," I hissed, "What if he sees you?" "What? Some rule says a man and woman can't sit together on planes?" About that time the flight attendants started their safety announcements and seat belt demonstrations in three languages. All through the demonstration Carlos rubbed my thigh. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts with flared legs so he'd be able to reach my pussy easily. I kept watching Ken's head as the plane was pushed back and the engines were started. As we began to taxi, Carlos pushed his thumb into my pussy. I almost came as the plane lurched forward forcing the digit deeper into me. I reached over and palmed his cock through his jeans. I came as the plane banked to the south and climbed out. I pulled Carlos' cock out of his jeans and began stroking him in earnest. I wanted so bad to just climb on him and get fucked all the way to Bangkok. We played with each other for the entire flight. I came three times and just as we were starting our approach I slipped down and allowed him to cum in my mouth. I went to the plane's lavatory to freshen up and straighten my hair. I returned to my seat just as the captain turned on the "Fasten Seat Belt" sign. "You have been a real pleasure Darlene, too bad we go in different direction from here." "Thank you Carlos, you have been awesome as well, but I'm not sure I could handle you every night, although, I probably wouldn't mind trying." Ken was waiting for me outside the gate. He actually looked more pleasant than he had earlier. Maybe the stress of the deal had left him, or the flight had relaxed him, or maybe even the prospect of going home cheered him. "Did you have a good flight honey?" he asked. "Yes I did. I napped and feel much better now." I lied. We walked across the airport to the international flight area. We had to pass through a more thorough security check than we had to earlier. The severe looking man in a paramilitary uniform took my passport and another began searching my purse and carry-on bag. We collected our papers and bags and started walking toward the gate. I hadn't made more than twenty steps when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned to see a stern faced policeman and one of the paramilitary security agents. "Mrs. Darlene Ingalls. You need to come with us please." Ken turned around "What do want with my wife sir?" "Your wife? You need to come with us too." They led us to a secure area beyond the gate area. We were then led down a long hallway. There were doors on either side of the hall with key card accessible locks. None of the doors or rooms beyond seemed to have a window. Ken was ranting all the way about being an American citizen and demanding contact with our Embassy. I was scared and didn't say anything. I kept hoping to wake up and find this was a bad dream. I was shoved rudely into a small room with a dented metal table and two chairs. I could see dried blood on the floor and wall, the table however, was polished to a mirror like shine. "You sit and wait!" was all the man said as he slammed the door behind me. As soon as the door closed I could no longer hear Ken and the others. I looked at my watch; I still had just over an hour to straighten this out and make the flight home. I was sure that Ken could call on people to get us out of this mess. An hour later two men walked into the room. One was dressed in a suit and tie and had a gentle look to him. The other was a harsh looking policeman. I stood and said "You have made a mistake." I meant to ask about my husband but the policeman put his hand on my shoulder and pinched. There was tremendous pain as he forced me back into the chair. Tears rapidly filled my eyes and I felt like I was going to vomit. The man in the suit said something to the policeman in Thai but I couldn't understand him. He seemed to be admonishing the man. "You must excuse officer Montri," said the man in the suit, "He get a bit over-zealous at times. Please relax. May we get you a beverage?" I was scared and hurting. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and asked, "Why am I here? I haven't done anything. Where is Ken?" "Oh Mr. Ingalls is fine. We are here to talk about you Mrs. Ingalls." "I want a lawyer. I want a representative from my Embassy. I have rights." I said. He sat there staring at me for at least five minutes and then got up and walked out of the room. Officer Montri slammed the door as they left and I was again alone with my thoughts. An hour later the man with the suit walked back in followed by three policemen. Officer Montri wasn't with them. "Please stand," said the man in the suit. As soon as I stood my head was grabbed and I was forced to bend over the table. "Oh my God I'm going to be raped!" I thought. But rape was not their intention. My hands were rudely pulled behind my back and shackled. Another policeman was shackling my feet and a chain was attached to my ankle shackles and then to my wrist chains and then to a collar that was placed around my neck. I opened my mouth to protest only to have a gag installed in it and strapped around my head. Then they placed a black bag over my head. I was forcibly led out of the room and down the hall again. They took me through a very noisy area and pushed me into a van or truck. In the Dark I felt someone connect a chain to my wrist chains and hook it to the floor of the vehicle. The truck lurched and jolted over the road. I almost fell over a few times but the chains painfully prevented that from happening. I could hear traffic moving on either side of our vehicle and the other occupants talking in Thai. I wondered if Ken was on board this vehicle too or was he still at the airport wondering about me. He might have been killed by these people and now they were going to take me and use me in a state run whore house or something. "Calm the fuck down you stupid bitch," came my mother's voice out of my inner mind. Hers was always the "voice of reason" when I let my imagination run away. After what seemed like hours we came to a stop. The chain holding me in place was unhooked and I was pulled to my feet by the collar chain. I was pulled out of the vehicle and led into a building. We made several turns and rode an elevator down. I was then led down a long hall and put into a room. They sat me in a chair and chained me to it. I heard them leave and close a door. I could hear a humming sound. It took me a few minutes to realize it was a heater. It had to be 100 degrees outside and it felt like it was as hot or hotter in that room. I was hot, tired, hungry and scared. I don't know how long I sat there but I know at least two meal times had passed. The chains prevented me from sleeping, I'd start to nod off and I'd choke myself. I couldn't see anything, even the bottom of the bag was tucked in to prevent light from seeping through. Even though the room was as silent as a tomb, I would have sworn I heard Ken screaming in agony. I could see the image in my head of him being burned or cut by these people trying to get him to confess to something we hadn't done. The longer I sat there the clearer I could hear his pain. I was about to scream when the door opened. I could hear laughter in the hall but no screams. The man inside the door way seemed to be enjoying his conversation with a colleague in the hall. I realized that Ken's screams had been figments of my imagination. The door closed and once again the room was silent. Then I could hear someone moving around behind me. Hands reached down and untied the hood I wore and lifted it off of my head. Then they unclasped the gag and removed it from my mouth. The man in front me now wore a suit but I saw a badge clipped to the inside of his jacket. He laid a metal clipboard, like truck drivers use, on the table and sat down. He had a look of curiosity on his face as if he'd never seen a redhead before. He pulled a few sheets of paper from a compartment in his clipboard. I could see my picture on one page but I couldn't tell what was written there. I hadn't realized just how thirsty I had become until the gag had been removed. "May I please have some water sir?' He looked at me for a moment and then he spoke. "I can arrange for you to have a beverage if you are willing to talk to me Mrs. Ingalls. He motioned to someone standing behind me. A bottle of water was placed in front of me. I reached to get it and realized I was still tethered. "Oh, you can't reach in with your bindings on. But if you'll answer a few questions I can loosen them." I nodded. I didn't have a clue as to what he might ask, but I was ready to do anything to get out of this situation. I hoped that Ken had called the consulate already and had help on the way. "Mrs. Ingalls, will you tell me who gave you the opium you were caught smuggling?" For a crazy instant I though he asked me about opium. It had to be a mistake because I didn't even have any ibuprofen let alone any illicit drugs like opium. "I beg your pardon. Did you say I was smuggling opium?" He got an icy look in his eyes. "I know my English isn't close to that of an American, but I know I asked the question clearly. Who are you smuggling opium for Mrs. Ingalls?" I just sat there stunned. How could they think that I was smuggling anything? I hadn't left my room except to go eat and the night out with Ken and his business partners. "I didn't smuggle anything." I croaked. Without a word the man stood and walked out of the room. The door slammed and once again I was alone with my thoughts. I was parched and they had left the bottle of water on the table. I tried to reach for it but I was shackled too tightly. I jerked and jolted and hoped that my bindings weren't as tight as they seemed. All I managed to do was cause pain in my arms and work up a bit of a sweat. All I could do was stare at the bottle as the condensation beaded up and cover the outside of the bottle. I wanted so badly to even just lick the cool moisture from the outside of that bottle. Several drops became large enough to run down the bottle starting a puddle on the table's surface. As time passed more of the precious liquid joined the puddle on the table and I grew thirstier. Just as I thought I would scream the door opened and someone entered the room behind me. I turned my head and saw it was the same officer who had been questioning me a little while before. "Opium; Mrs. Ingalls. I'm sure you don't really want to see it reaching the youth on the streets of your destination do you?" "But I wasn't smuggling anything." I barely whispered. He looked perturbed and grabbed the bottle of water and took a big pull from it. I wanted to scream as I watched the level of the water getting lower in the bottle. He smacked his lips and sighed with satisfaction. "That was good." He said. "As hot as it is in this room, only a cold drink of water can be so satisfying." If I hadn't have been so parched I'm sure the tears would have flowed. I suddenly understood that if I didn't talk about smuggling opium I wouldn't get a drink. "OK. OK, I'll talk." I managed to gasp out. I had no idea what to say but an absurd though came to me. I knew Carlos had gone into Bangkok and doubted they could find him. "It was Carlos." I said. "He offered me five hundred dollars to carry half of his opium for him." "Who is this Carlos Mrs. Ingalls?" he asked. "He sat next to me on the plane from Chiang Mai. He gave me the opium when we were in the air. I pulled a blanket over us as we transferred it from his bag to mine." The man looked at me and the pushed the bottle towards me, but he stopped with it an inch away from my grasp. I sobbed with frustration then I looked up at the man. He smiled and said, "So Mrs. Ingalls, you admit to smuggling opium?" "Yes! Yes, I admit I smuggled the opium." I said as he pushed the water into my hands. I drank deeply as he got up and left the room. As I savored the cool refreshing water, the thought that I had just admitted to a major felony never crossed my mind. A short time later the door opened and three police officers entered the room. The man who had questioned me earlier was not among them. Two tall and lanky men began removing my tethers from the floor. One of the men said something to me. I heard my name in what he said but I understood none of it. I just looked at him with a questioning look on my face. He frowned, and then with lightning speed hit me across my face knocking me to the floor. He pulled me to my feet roughly and repeated his earlier words and then drew back to hit me again. At this point a short heavyset woman came storming into the room and tore into the man. He hung his head as she screamed at him. She turned to me and looked closely at my face. She said something I couldn't understand and the man walked out. "I apologize for officer Dahking. He won't bother you any longer." She said to me. "We are taking you to central prison to hold you." I had no time to contemplate her use of the word prison before I was whisked out of the room and down a long hall to an elevator. I wondered if Ken was behind any of the doors or he'd been taken to prison as well. We rode the elevator down six floors and came to a security door. The woman punched some numbers on the lock pad and the heavy door swung inward. The first thing I noticed was how clean the place was. I had half expected a dirt yard and bamboo cages. The prison looked like any American prison. Concrete walkways led to steel-doored cells with small windows. All I could see was the cells on this floor. The next thing that struck me was the aroma of food. I suddenly realized just how long it had been since I had eaten anything. I was about to ask about a meal when we halted in front of a door. The woman said something into a walkie-talkie and the door popped open. She walked me inside a small room. It was just wide enough that I couldn't reach both walls with out-stretched arms, and it was not so deep that I couldn't stretch on the floor and have my feet on the far wall and my hands on the door. Along one wall was a steel bed with a single blanket on it. There was a toilet in the opposite corner and a small steel basin was affixed to the wall halfway between the toilet and the door. The woman removed my cuffs and backed out of the cell, slamming the door behind her. "I will see if the food staff is still about." She said through my window. I turned to thank her but she was gone. After a few minutes, a round faced man looked in my window and spoke in broken English. "You no get food. Fifteen minute late. Food come in morning." "But I have had nothing to eat today." I said. I have to admit I was dismayed by the whiny tone of my voice. "Please, I'll eat anything." "Maybe you cooperate with police next time and not be late for food." He said as he walked away. I opened my mouth to protest but realized it wouldn't matter. I splashed lukewarm water on my face and sat on my bed. It soon dawned on me that I had spent at least 36 hours now in police custody. I wondered where Ken was being kept. I was sure that he would get us out of here quite soon and this would just be a bad memory. I wondered how long they could keep me before I was allowed to talk to the embassy. I would soon find out just how long it would be. "Oh God I want to go home!" I cried. I cried for the next few days. October 2003 For the first three weeks of my incarceration I never left my cell. I got two meals a day, usually a rice porridge and some kind of vegetable, and once a week I got a third snack consisting of a sweet rice cake. I tried to keep myself as clean as I could, but the water from the small basin was only on for a few minutes each evening. I knew I smelled like the Green Bay Packers' locker room, but there was very little I could do about that. From what I could tell, very few of the people occupying the cells around me were never let out either. Several days after I got there, I heard the person next to me be taken from her cell for around three hours but she hasn't been moved again since. About an hour after this morning's meal, a portly woman opened the portal on my door and ordered me to back up to the door to be cuffed. I became a bit nervous, but did what I was told. After I was cuffed, three officers, the woman and two men marched me down a hall to a large shower facility. "Strip!" the woman said. The two men stood there watching me seemingly more curious than anything else. I was about to protest having to strip in front of the men, when I noticed the rather large baton the woman was carrying. I knew if I didn't comply, I would feel the business end of that baton. I stripped my putrid clothes off and was pushed into the shower area. The taller of the two men grabbed a hose and began spraying me. The water was mildly warm and was high pressure. It hurt my skin and I quickly discovered that I had raw patches from the lack of bathing. I was also in desperate need of a shave. After a couple of minutes of being soaked with the hose, the shorter of the men handed me a small cake of soap. I immediately lathered myself up with the soap. I washed my hair and body with the same soap. As soon as I was covered with the thin film o\f suds, they tuned the hose on me again. It seemed the man spent a little longer than necessary hosing off my ass, but I kept my mouth shut. When he stopped hosing me down, the short man handed me the soap, and the woman said "Again." After a third repeat I was handed a hand-towel sized piece of cloth similar to bed sheet material to dry off with. Once I was reasonably dry, I was handed a plain tan muslin shift, and a pair of sandals. Once I was dressed, I was re-cuffed and led to the elevator. On the way down the woman said to me in a conversational tone, "You want to be careful of what you say about your stay here. It can get worse." "How odd?" I thought to myself. I hadn't said a word to anybody and she was acting like I was a complaint machine. They led me to a room with a small wooden table. The room was small, but it was two stories tall, and had portals for guards to watch over the room from above. Shortly after my guards left, two different guards appeared in the portals. Moments later the door opened and a man resembling a disheveled Dennis Franz entered the room. He wore a red and green Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, a cheaply made straw hat and a pair of Ray Ban Wayfarers straight out of the 80's. He carried an old beat up attaché case which he dropped on the table as he sat across from me. "Damn it's hot out there today. I swear." He said with a slight British accent as he pulled a folder of papers from his case and began perusing them. "Darlene Ingalls; age 32, registered Democrat from Oakland California, married to one Kenneth Lawrence Ingalls for ten years. Mmm Hmm." He continued scanning through and then his eyebrows shot up in an almost comical fashion. "Confessed to opium trafficking." He looked up at me over his Ray Bans. "Mrs. Ingalls, if you'll pardon my French; it looks like you are in deep shit." I was suddenly pissed off that my husband would hire such an incompetent boob to represent me on such serious charges. "Did Ken hire you to represent me?" I asked him. He gave me a funny look and chuckled. "Oh no Mrs. Ingalls. Excuse my lack of manners. I am Ian Buchanan with the U.S. embassy here in Bangkok. I should have been here weeks ago, but your file just hit my desk two days ago." "Well what about Ken? Have you seen him? Is he here too?" "I'll have to look into that Mrs. Ingalls. I haven't received anything on him." I suddenly wondered why it had taken so long for me to talk to a representative of my government, and why he didn't know anything about my husband. We talked for maybe half an hour before he hit me with it. "Mrs. Ingalls, the main reason I am here is because the high prosecutor of Thailand has notified us of their intention to put you on trial before Christmas. I need to ask you if there is anyone in The States that can hire an attorney to represent you." "No I don't. My parents died ten years ago. My sister and I had to sell all of their possessions to cure their debts, then Louise hooked up with a guy and ran off. I wouldn't even know how to find her. My husband and I have money if you can get access to it." He stood to leave and the thought ran through my head to ask him if I could be moved to a better facility. Just as I was about to open my mouth I saw both guards intently watching me. I thanked Ian for his attention and he promised to see what he could find out about Ken. He said he'd also look into an attorney for me. He stood and the door opened. In no time he was gone and the three guards were in the room cuffing my hands again. They didn't say a word as they ushered me to the elevator and back to my cell. I was thankful that I got to keep the shift since my old clothes were pretty much hazardous waste. I cried myself to sleep every night for the next three weeks. I knew Carlos had to have planted the opium in my bag. I didn't know why, but I prayed they'd catch him and he'd confess and clear my name so that I could go home. I felt even worse that my infidelity had gotten my beloved Ken into trouble. What must he think? Unless he and his company were smuggling drugs he had no clue why this had happened. I didn't think Ken was a drug smuggler though. We had a few times when we struggled to make payments, and we didn't often have money to splurge. Drug dealer have cash to spare and I know we didn't. I was scared that Mr. Buchanan would tell me that Ken and I didn't have enough money to hire a competent Bangkok attorney. It took one month for me to get an answer. November 2003 I was awakened by a baton banging on my cell door. I had been sick for the past three days, and there was no compassion to be had from the jail staff. I had resorted to flushing my meals down the toilet when I wasn't hungry after I was force fed by three of them on the first morning of my illness. As I came awake I realized that I didn't feel nearly as bad as I had the day before. A cold fear ran through me that somehow they had discovered that I was flushing my food and were here to punish me for that. I felt my stomach clench and I broke out in a cold sweat. Then I realized that this was a transportation detail. I backed up to the door and was cuffed. I was once again taken to the shower room and hosed and soaped several times. Again I was given a clean shift, but not new sandals, and led to the same room where I had talked to Mr. Buchanan before. Moments later the door opened again and Ian Buchanan walked through followed closely by another man. Today Ian was wearing a paisley print button shirt and blue shorts. He wore the same hat and Ray Bans and carried the same attaché case. Following him was a short balding Asian man. He had an open and friendly face, but his eyes were very businesslike. He was dressed conservatively and carried a pair of yellow legal notepads. "Darlene Ingalls, allow me to introduce Kenji Kasagawa. He's an attorney in town from Nagasaki to defend a Japanese national who is accused of prostitution, amongst other things, and he has agreed to defend you as well." Mr. Kasagawa bowed to me and then sat down. Ian opened his attaché case and looked up at me as I sat. "I have not been able to find anything out about your husband through local official channels. I have requested that the State Department look into it, but with the holiday season arriving I doubt we'll know anything before your trial, unless the Thai government tells us." I felt my stomach drop. I knew that these foreign governments sometimes made Americans disappear, and I fear that had happened to Ken. "I also tried to look into your financial situation." Ian said. "Your bank accounts are closed, whether they have been seized, which is likely given the situation, or not seized, the bank couldn't tell me. I have a request into the State Department to find out the answer to that as well." So there it was. I was penniless, imprisoned in a foreign country, and my husband was missing. I doubted things could get worse. Then Mr. Kasagawa started spelling out what he knew. "Mrs. Ingalls, I will defend you to the best of my ability, but I tell you it will not be easy. I had my people get ahold of the police files, but I still need you to tell me your side of this ordeal." For the next thirty minutes I told him all about Carlos and how I thought he must have slipped the drugs into my bag as we flew. I didn't tell him of our sexual activities, I didn't want him thinking I was a whore. When he asked how I was being treated, I even told him about life in the jail. I completely forgot the guards watching from above. December 2003 The past two days are the first days I have gotten regular meals since the day I talked to Ian and my attorney. The guards heard every word I told Mr. Kasagawa and quickly told my handlers. The handlers did nothing as they escorted me back to my cell. A different woman than the one who led me to the interview room led me back to my cell. As I entered the cell she entered with me. She removed my cuffs, and the last thing I remember was a searing pain in the side of my face. In the Dark I don't know how long I was out, but when I regained consciousness I was naked and sore. My little mirror revealed bruises all over my face. My teeth all seemed to be there, but one eye was swollen shut. A week later I received about half of my normal breakfast. After that I got a half sized meal every couple of days. Twice I had to eat it off of my cell floor because they just threw the bowl into my cell. I figured out something was happening a week ago when I started being fed three times a day, and I was getting actual meat. I was also given milk to drink. If I had been a Thanksgiving turkey I'd be getting fattened up for the slaughter. Two days ago they must have decided that I didn't look like a starving waif any longer and I began getting the fare I was used to before my punishment. I was still naked, and in dire need of a shower. Shortly after my morning meal, a transportation detail banged on my door. A woman threw a flimsy shift through the door and ordered me to don it. I did and then backed up to the door to be cuffed. Two women led me down to the wash area. Instead of leading me to the usual shower room, I was led to a room with a concrete bath tub. A woman in a prison shift like mine was running water into the tub. "Are they going to drown me?" This thought ran all of the joy of an impending bath right out of my head. I was ordered to strip and get into the tub. I removed the shift and obediently slid into the warm water. The feeling of the water caressing my body was the best thing I had ever felt. I was so enrapt by the feeling that I didn't notice the man in the suit standing by my tub until he cleared his throat. I looked up and tried in vain to cover myself. He smiled as if amused by my modesty. "Please excuse my interruption of your bath." He said in a pleasant tenor voice. His English sounded like he had spent time in an English speaking country. He was accompanied by a small woman wearing a shift like the prisoners, but of a much nicer design and better material. "My name is Som Wattana and I am the warden of this jail." The man said as he gestured to the woman to come closer. "I just wanted to wish you luck in your trial today, and I would be remiss if I didn't inform you that if you are found to be guilty you might spend as long as a year here before you are moved to whichever facility will be your home. I just hope you learned from your previous ordeal." He looked me in the eye and I knew he was making a threat that he could deliver on. "Prison wardens don't care what shape their new charges are in Mrs. Ingalls." With that he turned and left. The woman who had accompanied him handed me a small tray with a razor and soap on it. Another tray was by the door with a hairbrush, and some lip stick on it. A parcel that I assumed to contain clothing was next to the tray. I washed myself a few times quickly; I wanted to get the "work" portion of the bath done so I could just enjoy soaking. I picked up the razor and noticed that it was the old style that allowed you to pop the blade out to change it. I thought back to a girl I went to school with who had used such a blade on herself after her drunken boyfriend caught her fucking the hockey team and broke off their engagement. I wondered if the staff was encouraging the use of the blade in that manner. Surely the guards would make sure the blade was in the razor before we went anywhere. I shaved my arm pits and legs. It took longer than usual because I hadn't shaved in some time and the razor kept clogging. About ten minutes after I was done shaving, a tall matronly woman came in and said "It time for you get out now. You get ready for trial." and then she was gone. I got out and dried off. I felt much better and probably smelled better as well. I open the parcel and pulled out a rather nice skirt and mid sleeved top. I put these on and found a new pair of sandals under the parcel. When I was dressed the woman came back in followed by two more officers. I was unsettled to note that one had a pistol trained on me as the woman checked the razor to be sure that the blade was still there. She nodded to the men and they cuffed me. They took me down a hall and down a flight of stairs to a heavy door. I suddenly realized I was about to be outside for the first time in months. It was a short trip from the building to the van. There were three Thai women already in the van. They looked me over but said nothing. We all wore the same dress and sandals, a faux pas at a party, but I suppose it's the life of a detainee. February 2005 Warden Wattana wasn't lying when he told me I would likely not be moving for a year. My trial ended just before Christmas. It was only four hours long and I was sentenced to forty years in prison for trafficking opium. Mr. Kasagawa and Mr. Buchanan were both in court with me. As Mr. Kasagawa argued my case I could tell it wasn't going well. When Mr. Kasagawa told the court that the opium belonged to Carlos and not me, the police said there was no record of Carlos on the flight. When Mr. Kasagawa said that he had stayed at the same hotel, once again the prosecution countered with records showing no one named Carlos was registered at any hotel in the district that week. The prosecutor claimed that I made up Carlos to put the blame off on someone else. Mr. Kasagawa said that there were many men like Carlos who lured unsuspecting women into hauling drugs. The judge however disagreed. He said he and his government were tired of foreigners flouting their temporary status in his country to poison the youth with drugs. He said he was sending a message that foreigners would pay dearly for supplying drugs to the Thai people. He could have given me only ten years, but decided forty sent a sterner message. I was devastated. Mr. Buchanan assured me that he'd get the State Department involved, and Mr. Kasagawa assured me that he'd keep appealing my case as long as he could. The only positive thing I could take away from that day was what awaited me when I was returned to the city jail. After we entered the jail I was taken to a different elevator than the one I had ridden before. We went up two floors and I was led into a large room with many cells. There was a large common area in the middle and there were women walking, reading, and doing other things. All of the cell doors were opened and I thought I was going to be made an example of. The guards led me to a cell with two beds, a desk and a toilet. Both beds had mattresses and a blanket. "This is your cell. You have bottom bunk." the guard said as she uncuffed me and left. I briefly looked around my new cell and then made my way into the common area. I soon found out that there were two types of inmate in this pod. The first type were awaiting transfer to the women's central prison Klong Prem. The women's center in Klong Prem is known as Lard Yao. The other women in this pod were serving short sentences, or awaiting deportation. There were no Thai citizens in this pod, only foreigners. Two women I talked to quite often during their stay were Wanda and Shasta Williams from Coral Gables Florida. The sisters were serving 90 days for assaulting a "lady boy" who had tried to dance with Shasta's boyfriend at a local night club. "Shit," said Wanda, "If they wasn't haulin our asses to the motherfuckin' airport as soon as we get out, we'd go find that fag and beat his ass again." I also met Akiko Tamagachi. She was Mr. Kasagawa's other client. We chatted a few times before she was deported back to Japan. She admitted to being an escort. She told me the only reason she had been arrested and deported was because she had taken several clients from three prominent Bangkok whores and they had more pull with the local authorities than she did. She said she'd go back to Japan and wait a year and then return. For my first few months in the pod I had no cell mate. It didn't bother me since I had spent the previous months all alone. The pod was nicer, we got three meals a day, and we got to shower, without assistance, every other day. Twice a month, if you had no behavior problems, they gave you a razor and let you shave. I was growing used to my solitude until the day I came back from my shower and saw that I had been given a cell mate. My cellmate turned out to an Australian woman named Helen. She was serving a ten month sentence for slapping her boyfriend in a Buddhist temple. The monks had forgiven her on the spot, but a religiously zealous police man had made sure she was brought to justice. Twice I was visited by Mr. Kasagawa. The first time he apologized profusely for failing me. I told him to not be hard on himself because the prosecution did have a confession on the record and evidence. He also informed me that Ken's ticket home had been used, but no one could confirm if Ken used it. The second time he visited was to tell me that my first appeal had been shot down and that it would be a year before he could file another one. I asked him if he'd heard anything more about Ken and he said he hadn't. I got the feeling that he knew more than he was letting on, but I didn't push the issue. I was afraid that my involvement with Carlos had also gotten Ken locked up, and I loathed myself deeply at that moment. After both disappointing conversations with Mr. Kasagawa, it was Helen who kept my spirits up. We talked deep into the night and she made me see how I had been played. I came to see Helen as a sister and I hoped that she felt the same. One night about a week before Helen was released, I was lying in bed and Jeff crossed my mind. I had been so worried over Ken that I hadn't even thought about Jeff. I thought about the two of us and got horny. Then to put my mind onto other things I wondered if he'd gone on to school after all. Then when I thought of him pleasing another girl I wanted to tear her face off. Frustrated and lonely I fell asleep. In my dreams my beautiful Jeff broke me out of prison and took me to an island paradise. We fucked in every position and he made me come over and over. I let him put his big hard cock into me anywhere we were and any hole he wished. When I awoke my sheet was soaked. "So, who's Jeff?" Helen's question hit me like a ton of flying rocks. I couldn't even fake a quizzical look before she said, "You kept moaning his name out all night long dear. You had me wanting Jeff before breakfast time came." "It was just a dream." I said. Even I wasn't convinced, but I was saved by two women from Ireland joining our table. "You can tell me later." Helen said as she dug into her porridge. During the day, every woman in the pod was detailed to clean all cells and the common areas. Usually all of the cleaning was done by midafternoon which left a few hours of leisure time. Most of us talked or played games using items around the pod as game pieces. Checkers and chess were the main games because we could play no matter what languages we spoke. Helen rarely played games. She chose instead to read one of the twenty or so books in the pod library. Once in a while I'd read, but I had become quite adept at checkers and I was a popular opponent. After supper we would shower on shower nights or lay around our cells and chat. A guard would yell out to us about ten minutes before "lights out" and women would move back to their cells from where ever they'd been. Helen came into the cell and we chatted idly until the lights went out. I was almost asleep when I felt Helen's breath on my ear. "Soooo, who is this Jeff that has our Darlene all atwitter? " I turned my head and was looking right into Helen's eyes. I'd had all day to think about it and I had a good answer. "He's a guy I knew in college. We had awesome sex, but he was too lazy everywhere else for us to work." "Was he better than me?" I was confused and answered the only way I knew how. "How would I know?" As soon as I said it she kissed me. It was slow and tender and soon I found myself kissing her back. Our tongues intertwined and my hands moved to her hair almost involuntarily. I pulled her face tight to mine and savored every second of her kiss. At one point she moved her lips to my ears and suckled. I let out a moan and she was quick to shush me. We both knew the consequences of being caught having sex in our cell. We'd seen three pairs of women caned in front of everyone to drive the point home. There had also been a woman caned for masturbating. We knew to be quiet, and to listen for guards walking by the cell door. She sucked on my neck and I felt the chills run all over my body. I was running my hands through her hair and down the back of her shirt. She sucked in hard as my fingers danced around across her spine. Then it was my turn to suck in hard when she reached up under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. I felt them stiffen as she toyed with them. I managed to reach around and fill my hands with her breast. I had often played with my own C cup tits. They felt plump and pillowy. Ken usually lavished a lot of attention on them when we played. Jeff however seemed to think they were merely handles during doggy style. Helens breasts were about a c cup but felt so much firmer than mine. I really enjoyed the feel of her firm mounds in my hands. Suddenly I had an urge. I rolled us over so that I was on top and lifted her shirt off of her. I latched my mouth onto her breasts and sucked greedily. She bit into my shoulder to stifle her moan of pleasure. I took great satisfaction in knowing I could make her feel that way. Just as that triumphant feeling hit me, so did another feeling; the feeling of Helen's finger invading my pussy. Before I knew it she had three fingers in me and I knew they were getting soaked. "We have to be quick!" Helen hissed into my ear. I was about to ask her what she meant when she spun around and buried her face in my sex. I looked up to see her pussy inches above my face. I had never eaten another woman before, but I had been eaten many times. I just did what I had felt guys do to me before. Helen's ass was bouncing up and down and I was having a hard time keeping my lips planted on her clit. Juice was dripping from her pussy and covering my chin. I reached up and stuck a finger into her wet hole and she slammed her hips down and shuddered. As she was cumming, it felt like she had put half of her hand in my pussy. I felt stretched and full. As her orgasm subsided she went to work on my clit double time. Usually my orgasms start out faint and build. Not this one. She sucked my clit into her mouth and I felt my loins explode. I quickly grabbed my pillow and screamed into it as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. Before I had fully come down from my orgasmic euphoria, Helen flipped off of me, kissed me quickly and jumped into her bunk. Less than thirty seconds later, a guard stood outside our door peering in and listening. Terror allowed me to hold my breath so he wouldn't hear me panting. I had a sinking feeling that he could smell our sex in the air. It seemed an eternity before the guard moved along. I let out a sigh of relief and heard Helen whisper a breathless "Thank You" from above. I couldn't believe that I had just had sex with another woman. I had hopes we could do this as long as we were in here, but that was the only time. Two days later Helen was released and deported. I spent my last weeks in the pod without a cell mate. I missed Helen terribly, but I had friends in the pod that I spent time with during day hours, but none ever hinted that they wanted a sexual relationship. Of course there were the public canings to discourage such behavior. Three days before I was transferred they caned two Vietnamese women for engaging in sex. Both women ended up in the infirmary after their caning. I don't know how long they were in there, but they weren't out before I was transferred. On the day that I was transferred to Lard Yao, the women's prison in the Klong Prem prison complex there was no pomp and circumstance. After work duties were complete I was ordered to my cell. A guard was waiting for me in my cell and told me to gather my belongings. I only had an extra pair of panties, and a small bar of soap. After I had put the items in the small box the guard carried I was cuffed and led out of the pod. A small rickety van carried three other women as well as myself across town to the prison. One of the women I had seen around the pod, the other two I believed to be Thai nationals. We were ushered out of the van and through an iron gate and then down a long concrete corridor to a large room. When we were in the room three two guards shouted out at once. One yelled in Thai and the other in English. "Strip!" All four of us stripped out of our shifts in no time. We had all learned that these guards had no tolerance for delay. No sooner than we were naked the guards yelled again. "Bend over against the wall!" For the next ten minutes we all had hands crammed roughly into our vaginas and anuses. The other foreign girl cried and was slapped for her tears. The guard said something to her, but I couldn't understand him. After being cavity searched, we were de loused and hosed down. As we filed out of the room a guard handed each of us a drab gray smock and a flimsy pair of panties. We stopped long enough to don these clothes and then proceeded down a bamboo lined corridor leading to a steel gate. Just before we reached the gate we were stopped at a table. We each had to state our name. After each stated their name we were handed a stack of papers and told to sign. I tried to read what I was signing and got my hand smacked with a thin steel baton. I wondered why I had so many more papers to sign but didn't feel I was in a position to ask. With the papers signed we were steered towards the gate. At the gate we were handed a pair of thin soled sandals. As we put these on, a guard told us that our stay here would be much nicer if we behaved ourselves. Once we all acknowledged the guard's admonishment, the gate open and we filed through to our new home. The main area was a wide open dirt yard. It was surrounded by large bamboo shacks. In the middle was a large vat filled with water. It looked as if the women did their laundry in that vat. We walked across the yard to where a group of women were standing. Most of these women wore a gray smock like the ones we were given. Three of them wore a white military style shirt. The guard who led us in gestured to one of the women in white. She nodded and one of the women who had been standing by her came and stood by me and another stood by the other foreign woman in our group. As the woman in the white shirt spoke in Thai, the woman who stood next to me interpreted. The other girl was being talked to in French. "I am Guard Chief Dao Boonliang. I am second only to Warden Saowaluk." At that moment two more women joined our group and stood next to the two Thai women that had come in with us. "These ladies will take you to your dorm and outline what is expected of you and what your schedule will be." "My name is Annette," my guide said offering her hand. "I'm a South African citizen spending my last few months of a six year stay as a guest of the Thai Government." "I'm Darlene Ingalls from Oakland California. I guess I'm beginning a forty year stay." "Forty years? Who did you kill?" I explained my case to her as we walked toward the barn like structure that would be my home for the next four decades. As we entered I saw that there were no bunks. She explained that at night everyone grabbed a thatch mat and found a clear section of floor. In the morning we all had to roll our mats back up and store them in racks. She told me that every morning the head trustee in each dorm would tell us of our work assignment for the day. She said the dorms weren't necessarily divided by nationality, but that the Thais all seemed to be in a select few dorms. She said it wasn't uncommon for an entire dorm to speak English. In the Dark To anyone that could see, she was positioned and tied so that her thighs were spread and pushed back with her arms stretched overhead. Her black pussy was totally bald, deep pink at the very center and dripping wet, forming a coat of moisture that glistened on the dark lips of her vagina. Ayana was gagged, blindfolded and her ears were stuffed with foam plugs. Unaware of her surroundings, she became unconscious of her form. Time had become as vulnerable as her body. Time and her body were molded by the presence of hands once in an undetermined while, on her thighs, rubbing her clit and bringing her to wetness, thus marking a moment. Sometimes a tongue lapping at her hole, teasing her clit until she was close to release then stopping, an end to time. A few moments after the end, a vibrator had been pressed against her pussy, tickling her clit, rattling her jaw until her hips bucked as her nerves began to wind tight. Coaxed into existence but still, no satisfaction. All she could hear was her heavy breathing, loud and close because of the plugs. She did not know if the hands or the mouth stayed with her or came and went but she waited eternally for confirmation. In dumb silence, fluid without difference, the only distinction was the sense of touch and the only instincts left were of sex. Then she felt it. Slender and gliding easily into her slippery hole but then a burning sensation. The fire spread within the private core of her body and though she hollered out, wiggled, bucked her hips, there was no relief. The gag in her mouth choked her screams. She began to cry and felt a tongue lick them off her warm cheeks. Fear and anxiety made the tears fall faster but the tongue kept licking slow. She could feel the hot breath, smell liquor. Icy fingertips ever so gently molded her breasts and then tugged a few vicious times on her nipple. Cool, dry, persistent lips wrapped around her other nipple, sucking blood to the tips and drawing the very thump of her pulse into her ears. The burning itch had become unbearable and the small cause was still planted within her. No matter what she did, nothing would help it! She tried tightening her muscles and relaxing them. When she tried to squeeze her thighs together, the restrains prevented it and the cold hands reinforced the separation. Now they grazed over her steaming center, barely caressing her mound of flesh. A cold slap across her face stunned her into silence but she simply could not stay still for long. She wanted to stay still because every time she moved, another slap. Just when she couldn't take it anymore, a very thick dick stuffed her. Her mind went blank and the feel of a firm cock was a visit rather than an invasion, even if it was a little painful. She didn't know that it would help and did not know that this was what she wanted. Until now, it had been all hands and tongue. This was the first time the hands and mouth presented it's other side. Dark satisfaction washed over her and muted moans rumbled in her throat. The heavy member pushed slow but hard, in and out. The friction somehow extinguished the sting that she was already feeling but intensified the effect on her body. It was like a long scratch for a persistent itch. Her tender cunt tightened around him, wanting both his cure for the burn and the dowsing of her lust. She lifted her chin to smell the liquored breath again. The mouth was right over her nose, blowing hot. Tentatively, she lifted her nose in that direction and rubbed against a prickly chin. As he rammed her pussy, she inhaled deeply, registering the scent of her husband like a face or a name. He fucked her hard and deep and she reveled in the feel her dark body stretching to accommodate him, making room. Encouragement, demands, pleas. She could not articulate any of those except by her groans and the welcoming response of her body. Soon large hands cupped her hips and a flood of hot liquid filled her and soon after the thick cock pulled out. A tongue pressed against her body and licked, probably catching the excess leaking from her body. He untied her arms and legs and carefully rubbed them, restoring her awareness of aching limbs, but he left the blindfold and gag. Heat rushed to her ears when he plucked out the plugs. She felt kisses on her cheeks and forehead and then followed as she was guided across space to a soft spot, probably a bed. In his arms, she fell asleep. In the Dark It was dark. No one could see anything. Sweaty bodies were using their senses enhanced by adrenaline to find their way. I was one of them. I lost count how many random hands touched my chest, my face, my shoulders or my ass. Some of them lingered a little longer than necessary. Others even tried to slip their fingers under my short tight skirt. I didn't mind. I just kept on walking, following the crowd. Dance floor was the destination. Finally some lights appeared around the corner -- sparse, haphazard. One moment you can see the face of the person in front of you, the next -- yet again you're not sure where you are. The music felt tribal thanks to the live drums in the corner of the room. I could feel the beat with every part of my body. I let go. I let the rhythm take over. I felt free and uninhibited. *** After a while I went to grab a drink at the bar. It was crowded and so I had to wait, while consistently getting closer and closer to the bartender. When I finally stood leaning against the counter, although still waiting to be served, I felt a firm hand on my ass. There were too many people around me to be able to turn and check whose hand it was. It was also too loud to throw that question in the air. I let the hand stay where it was. But it moved. It started to gently massage my ass with occasional squeeze: nice, strong, and decisive. I had to make a small step to the right -- the hand followed. Again. And again. By the time I got to order, all I wanted was for that hand to move in between my legs. But it didn't happen. I got my drink and suddenly the hand was gone. Disappointed and wet I returned to the dance floor. *** As I danced, there were people coming and going, brushing against me with their bodies. Some stayed a bit and danced in front of me or to my side. There were bold hands running up and down my body. There were beautiful round asses shaken in front of me, as if asking to be grabbed, held on to. They didn't have to wait long. I was becoming more and more aroused still feeling that last squeeze from the bar on my ass. I answered all the pleas: I held the hands that were reaching out towards me; I was swaying my body in response to those stroking my sides; I rocked my ass when someone came from behind. And then this girl came -- I knew it was a girl, because of how soft her skin was, even though her hair was short and her chest really flat underneath the fitted t-shirt. She came really close. Her face was right there by my cheek. She smelled of sweat and herbs. Her hands were on my hips by now. Mine kept touching the velvet of her forearms -- up and down. Then I moved my hands onto her torso, a bit towards the back, caressing her to the rhythm pulsating in my whole body. I don't know how long we were dancing like this, but the next thing I realized was that I was pinned against the wall. Her face, still so close to mine, now leaned forward even more. The softest of lips kissed my neck; the gentlest of tongues licked the salty skin of my jawline. She was firm and calm. There was no rush. While being kissed, I put my hands on her tight ass. It fit perfectly in my hands and I couldn't help but squeeze it time and time again. I don't know if she heard me, but her lips and her tongue were driving me insane -- I started to moan. She must have felt something, because suddenly she grabbed my face with her both hands, looked at me with great intensity and then finally, finally kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and completely gave in. Her lips felt even softer now. Her tongue, however, lost its gentleness and together with her teeth fucked my mouth. Her left hand moved down, just beneath my neck and pressed down on sternum, while the right one directed my head. She pressed her entire body against mine rubbing my clit with her raised thigh. One of my hands stayed on her ass, while the fingers of the other sank in her back. She made just enough space in between us to slip her slim fingers into my panties. I was soaking wet by then. She firmly grabbed my pussy through the underwear, while looking straight into my eyes almost as if it was a challenge of some sort. Then she pushed the wet fabric out of the way and shoved three of her fingers into my welcoming pussy, which was dying for attention for the last little while. I moaned, probably screamed actually. She knew how to touch a woman, yet she was so decisive and firm that I was never certain what she'll do to me next. It didn't matter though. By then, I would've let her do whatever she felt like: fuck me with a strap-on, finger fuck my asshole, bite the hell out of my erect nipples. She continued to kiss and bite my face and neck, occasionally choking me, all while fucking me like a maniac with her three slender fingers with her thumb on my clit. It was too much. Fuck, it was too much. I gathered all the will I had and turned her around. Now I was pinning her against the wall. I took a step back, waited for the light to illuminate her body, and memorized its topography. She was beautiful: so boyish and sexy, and still feminine. Just hot. Really hot. She smiled that challenging smile at me as if asking "what the fuck are you waiting for?" I happily obeyed. I couldn't wait to suck on her long neck, to caress her perky tits, to slip my hand inside of the jeans to finally feel the soft skin of her gorgeous ass. I was hungry. So hungry for her. She wanted more though. She took my hand and led me to the service room in the back, which had a small window through which a street light was coming through. Now I finally saw the entirety of this beautiful girl. I wanted her even more. And she didn't resist. She slid down her jeans together with panties and sat on some crates that were around. Her hand pushed my head right towards her pussy. Soaking. Delicious. At first I took a good look. Even her pussy was fucking incredible hot. I licked my lips in anticipation. She was losing her patience though, so she pushed my head closer in between her thighs. I licked her from the bottom to the top with the entire surface of my tongue letting its tip find her clit. She moaned. She loved it. Her hands, still on my head, now were just unknowingly playing with my hair, massaging my scalp. I licked her again. I left the tip of my tongue this time to stroke her clit for a bit longer. Faster. Then slower. Faster again. At the same time, my hands were on her hips, her supple thighs, trying to get as close to her ass as possible. I started to slowly shove my tongue into her pussy. She let me in as deep as it could go. When coming out, I sucked on her lips with mine, even bit them gently. I went back to her clit letting my fingers take care of her beautiful wetness. She slid her ass forward a bit finally allowing me access. I scrupulously took advantage of that. My mouth on her clit, the fingers of my right hand inside of her pussy and my left hand on her ass casually stroking her asshole. Delicious. In the Dark --Authors note: This is my first story and submission-- Her name is Veronica, and it all started 2 summers ago. I didn't meet her across a crowded room, or at a coffee shop...I dated her husband while they were still married. That is a long story, perhaps for another time. She is beautiful, but she doesn't know it. She's Hispanic, and her body would make you cry. What started as a revenge fuck on her ex husband, ended up as one of the best relationships either of us has had. --- "Tell me you'll leave it all for me, we can move somewhere new, get married...maybe adopt a baby, we would be kick-ass moms" she said to me softly. I just smiled and pulled her closer to my side, my hand curving possessively around her as i kissed along her shoulder to the nape of her neck. "Laying in bed with you is all I can think of at the moment, maybe if you would put some clothes on, I could think better." I whispered back with a playful growl as I nipped at her neck and teasingly dipped my hand down her thigh. She shuddered against me and I pulled her closer, sliding my hand up her stomach. And as she rolled over to smile at me, my heart jumped and a delicious fire curled through my body, resting and sending out slow tendrils from between my thighs. We both leaned closer, inching until our lips touched and I moaned softly as she flicked her tongue over my bottom lip. I bit and tugged softly, urging her closer to me, molding against me as I slid my hands over her hips. She sent one hand softly up my ribs, rising between us until she rolled a nipple between her forefinger and thumb, I moaned her name, gripping her until my fingertips turned white and my nails softly dug into her sides. "Tell me you'll be with me forever," she whispered against my neck, and i reached up, holding her face as I looked in her eyes and kissed her deeply, stoking the fire into an ache as I kissed her deeper and deeper. Our tongues tangled as my hands slipped into her hair, and what started as a tender embrace started moving to something else entirely. I gripped her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled softly, exposing her neck as I slowly kissed along her jaw to her ear. "We will have this conversation when I'm done with you, when you can't move anymore and are shaking from orgasm," I moaned into her ear as she switched to my other nipple, pulling and twisting, rolling it between her fingers. She moaned as my breath moved over her neck, sending shivers down her body. She arched into me, moving her closer to being beneath me, and as i kept one hand in her hair, I sent the other to her wrists, grabbing one and putting it above her head, doing the same with the other until I could pin her hands above her head. and as I pinned her, she moaned my name. With her hands above her head, I kissed and licked down her neck. Blowing softly on the wet trails I'd left behind, her goosebumps rising as I smiled devilishly. "Mmm, Kay am I in trouble?" She whispered, grinding against me suggestively. I moved my free hand down, brushing my fingertips over her pussy, barely touching her but she writhed for more. I could see it in her face, the desire...the need. I kissed over her collarbone and licked to her nipple, taking it in my mouth and swirling my tongue, then biting down. Softly at first, then harder. Moving past her nipples, I moved my hand away and she bit her lip. I looked up at her and smiled, "Just you wait my love," I said to her softly. She arched into me, frustrated. I shook my head and went back to what I was doing, determined to make her wait...to make her ache like I was. The fire slowly building and building into an inferno as I teased her and listened to her. I kissed down her ribs, slower as I got closer and closer to what she wanted me near. I looked up at her from her hip bone, felt her shaking beneath me. I blew a slow, hot breath over her clit and she gasped. Her hands pulled against mine as she tried to get her hands in my hair, I held her and kissed once at the top of her pussy. Kissing, inching my way down...I finally flicked my tongue over her clit and her hips pushed against me. I let her hands go and slid my hands around her, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer to my face. Her hands went in my hair, on my neck, urging me on with a desperate need. I moved a hand back between us as I was swirling my tongue in furious circles around her dripping, aching clit and slammed 2 fingers all the way inside her. Moving them back and forth furiously with the speed of my tongue, and then slowing down. She moaned and gasped, arching and writhing all over the bed. Her hands went to her sides and she gripped the sheets, her hands opening and closing, her knuckles going white as she bit her lip and ground her hips into my face. I slowed my tongue down as she got close, "No baby fuck me hard, make me scream your name and cum over & over," she moaned and begged me. I shook my head and said "When I finally push you over the edge, you won't be able to stay on this bed," I licked slowly down and slid my tongue in her pussy, wiggling it, shoving it in and out as her thighs clutched my ears. Licking back up, I sucked her clit and bit it softly, and as I started licking, I slammed my fingers back into her, 3 now. Fingerfucking her so hard she was coming off the bed, I could feel her wetness dripping down my chin as she got close. I stopped and looked up at her, "Do you want something bigger than my fingers?" I asked her as I met her eyes, watching her pant and try to catch her breath. "Yes oh god yes!!" She moaned, and her eyes got wide as I pulled out the huge dildo I had hidden in the sheets earlier. It was no small thing, it was probably 12 inches long and 5 inches wide. Her fear was a switch in me, bringing out something deep and primal. "I have to fuck her, I have to fuck her until she cant walk, or talk, until she's beyond satisfied." I thought to myself. I ran the head up and down her slit, her hands came down and spread her lips open as she watched. The site of her tangled in a black satin sheet, with beautiful wide brown eyes, biting her lip as I teased her dripping wet pussy with a huge fake dick will be forever embedded in my mind. I licked my lips as i looked up at her, and I pushed it in as far as it would go. Her mouth opened wide and she tried to scream but it came out in a moan. I rubbed her clit furiously as i kept pushing it in, inch by slow inch until it was buried in her. Only then did I slowly pull it out, keeping my eyes on hers...I slammed it all the way back in. She moaned for more, she moaned for harder, she moaned for faster. "You're a dirty girl, a dirty naughty girl!!" I said to her as I slammed it in and out of her, her mouth working silently with no sound. I leaned down and worked her clit with my tongue, up and down furiously and then in circles. Sucking hard on her clit, I slowly pulled the dildo out and slid my fingers in and looked up at her in shock. "You are so fucking wet baby," I moaned as I slid it back in. Working her harder and faster, watching 12 inches flash in and out of her as she screamed for more. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard, oh my god!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she came, her body shaking...almost convulsing. I shook my head, "You aren't done yet" I said to her, still moaning and out of breath. I kept shoving it in and out of her, making her cum again as I moaned watching her. I pulled it out and tossed it to the side, leaning down and licking up and down her drenched slit, sucking her lips as I start rubbing her clit furiously. She looks down at me and smiles wickedly, "Its your turn," she says. She sits and pushes me to my back, she sits with her thighs on either side of my head and leans forward toward my pussy, I moan in anticipation. She kisses my hip bone and I shudder, she kisses slowly inward and I start to shake until finally her lips brush the top of my clit, I arch into her, urging her to take what she wants. I eat her furiously, my hands gripping her thighs and pulling her down on my face as she starts to lick and suck my clit slowly. She builds speed, sucking harder and licking in furious circles, "You're already sooooooooo wet," she moans against my pussy and she slides 2 fingers in, sliding in and out of me, making me moan into her clit, sending little vibrations through her. My fire was an inferno being stoked by a goddess. She slid another finger in, struggling as I'm so tight that sometimes 1 is hard. As she started to shove her fingers in and out of me, her mouth worked faster on my clit, I started to shake harder and moan louder into her clit, getting ever wetter. I arched my hips as I pulled her down and bit her clit, I started cumming as she moaned in response, grinding and writhing against me. She kept going, pulling up the toy I had used on her and teasing my pussy by rubbing it up and down as I had done to her. She slipped just the head in and I wiggled, wanting more. She sat up and moved off the bed, getting into the chest next to our bed. She pulled out a double headed dildo and I grinned, she slid it into her and crawled on the bed. Spreading her legs, she looked at me expectantly. I sat forward and leaned close to her, getting into a semi-missionary position as i guided the other half into me. As I started moving against her, I reached forward and took the smaller toy out of her hands. "I saw you grab that," I said with a smile. She looked up at me innocently and said "I know..i wanted you to see it," Turning the small vibrator on i ran it over her nipples and down the center of her body, until it rested on her clit and her eyes closed in ecstasy. I pushed it against her clit harder and then moved it away, spitting down on her clit and using a hand to rub it as i moved the vibrator down between us and along her ass. She shivered and gasped softly, i brushed it over her asshole slowly, and started to push it in as she arched and wiggled. "Flip over," I said and watched as she quickly moved and I was staring at her ass, I moved the vibrator back to where I had it and wiggled it in and out. She pushed back against me and moaned, so I just pushed it all the way in as I fucked her pussy. I slid my hand forward and tangled one fist in her hair, pulling her head back, making her back arch, "Take it deeper, you know you fucking want it," I moaned as I fucked her harder. Making the dildo slam in and out of her as I fucked her ass with a vibrator. Soon, watching to make sure the vibrator would stay, I moved that hand forward as well, sliding it over her side to her tits and grabbing one. Pinching her nipple and rubbing it between my thumb, "Cum for me, cum like you've never cum before" I half moaned, half whispered as I leaned forward, letting all 12 inches settle in her. She screamed my name as she came, shuddering and collapsing beneath me. I moved with her, still fucking her, as I came with her. "Are you able to walk love?" I asked her softly "I have no fucking idea, but it was worth it," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "Better try, I'm not done with you...time for a shower," She wiggled her ass against me and I grinned, "That's my girl, let's go" And off to the shower we went, but that...is another story. In the Dark It's 11:30 PM. She wearily unlocks her front door, walks in her house, greets the cats and heads for the kitchen. She flips the light switch, the bare bulb turning her pale skin yellow, the shadows in the corner flickering as the bulb sways in her barren kitchen. Now illuminated, now shadowed. She opens the fridge, pulls out the box of wine and pours it into a mug emblazoned with a logo from an insurance company, one of the motley that had been left behind by her last roommate. She heads to the bathroom, ignoring the broken tiles on the floor. She turns on the hot water, plugs the bathtub, pulls back the curtain and squirts some bubble bath into the water. As it suds up, she goes back to the kitchen to grab her mug of wine. Returning to the bathroom, she rests it on the side of the tub. Grabbing her grey sweatshirt, she tugs it over her head. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra, letting the black lace fall to the ground. Slipping out of her skinny jeans and wriggling out of her black lace panties, the pile of clothes grows on the floor. She catches her reflection in the mirror, her red hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, her eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes as another day ends at her dead end job. She lets her hair down and it falls like a curtain down her back, creating a halo of unruly curls around her head. She looks exhausted but her green eyes sparkle with energy. Dipping her toe into the water, she deems it a passable temperature and slides into the bubbles. Tracing circles along her body with her fingertips, she thrills at the sensation of the warm water caressing her curves, lapping at her breasts. She closes her eyes and takes a sip of her wine. Grimacing at the taste, she knows she only needs to drink a little more before the taste isn't so bad. As she relaxes, she hears a crash in the living room. Startled, she sits up, listening intently. Unable to shake the idea that she was no longer alone, she grabbed her worn out towel and wrapped it aroung herself, her damp hair cascading around her shoulders. She creeps out to see a large, burly man attempting to unplug her TV She screams at the top of her lungs and he immediately looks up. He's not handsome, scarred with watery blue eyes. In two steps he reaches her and grabs her shoulder roughly with one hand, clamping his hand around her mouth with the other. "Well, and here I thought that the TV would be my prize..." he growls, shaking her. She struggles against him, trying to free herself as he forces her down to the ground. She shivers against the cold cement of her basement apartment floor as he pressed one steel toe boot clad foot against her throat. "I wouldn't suggest moving. I have no problem snuffing you out and taking what I want while you're still warm. I'm not into fucking corpses much though so I suggest you don't scream and it'll go better for you." He unzips his pants eagerly and gets down on the floor with her, straddling her chest. With his other hand, he savagely pulls off her towel. He reaches behind him and pinches her nipple hard and when she squeals and tries to push him off of her, he hauls back and slaps her across the face hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She immediately silences and he grabs her hair to pull her head up. He brushes his half hard cock against her lips and she turns her face. "Suck my dick, you little slut. Don't pretend you don't want it. Whores like you always want it." He then plugged her nose while she stubbornly kept her mouth clamped shut until she was forced to drag a breath into her burning lungs. He shoves his cock into her mouth until it's at the back of her throat, her gagging and gasping for air. Roughly he pounds her face, holding her head still with one hand around her throat and the other in her hair. He groans as he fucks her face as she turns red, saliva dripping down her chin and throat. Pulling out of her mouth, his hand still on her throat he removes the other from her hair and grabs both hands and pins them above her head. Grabbing the cord from the TV he flips her onto her front, pressing her face into the concrete. He binds her hands behind her and reaches around to savagely pinch both of her nipples. He takes off his shirt and shoves it into her mouth as a gag. Tears are streaming down her face and he chortles unkindly. "Look at you, pretending like you don't love this. You should be flattered that I wanna stick my dick in a white trash pussy like yours." He grabs her hands and positions himself behind her, pulling her ass up. "First, I'm gonna fuck your pussy until you're ready to cum, even though you act like you don't want to and then I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass. Got it?" She shakes her head violently. He grabs her around her throat, squeezing hard. "I'll choke you until you agree, it's really in your best interests to do so, slut. It'll all go so much quicker for you." He squeezes harder as she thrashes wildly beneath him, finally caving and nodding. "That's better..." He positions himself behind her and without warning slams himself into her at a punishing pace. She quivers with pleasure against her will, tears streaming down her face. He fucks her harder and harder, the sound of his balls slapping against her mingling with the horrified moans coming from her gagged mouth. He reaches around to play with her clitoris, lightly tugging and pulling, rubbing her faster while he slowly inserts first one finger and then a second into her ass. Her moans become louder and louder as the climax takes her over against her will, him leaning over her, his acrid breath hot on her back. He removes the shirt from her mouth as she's weeping and shaking beneath him. He then removes his fingers and rubs the tip of his cock against her ass, his breathing heavy. Molding her breasts with one hand, he slowly slides himself into her ass as she squeals in pain. Slowly, he presses himself into her until he's fully inside. His pace is almost gentle as he takes her over and over again, incensed by the sound of her crying. Suddenly, the orgasm takes over and he turns from momentary gentle lover to savage beast, pouring himself into her ass, his fingernails digging into her hips as he cums. When he's finished, he pulls out and moves to her face and grabs her head once more as he shoves himself into her mouth. "That's right, clean up the mess you made, you little bitch. You know this is all your fault. You practically begged for it, prancing around in that towel. You really did want a stranger to fuck you, you wouldn't have came if you didn't" He removes himself from her mouth, zips up his pants and lights a cigarette. "Keep the TV, baby. It's a piece of shit anyways." He walks out the front door, leaving it half open and her with her ass full of his cum as it dripped out and down her needy cunt, hands still bound behind her back and the ground wet with her tears. In The Dark Laying in the dark, it’s cold. I love winter, when the air is so cold you can see your breath. There’s nothing like it. But what I love even more is waking up to find you next to me. You’re still sleeping, you’re breathing hard and deep. You’re laying on your back and I can just make out a slight tent over your groin in the dark. I know how deep you sleep and know this is going to be fun. Slowly, I slide down underneath the covers. Slithering between your legs, I run my hands up over your thighs. Such strong thighs. Kissing the inside of your left thigh, I move upwards slowly. Your cock is already swelled and standing stiff. It’s too dark under the blankets but I know every inch of your cock. I love that you are so big and thick. Using my tongue, I lick my way up your thigh to your balls. Flicking my tongue over your sac, I slowly pull you into my mouth. You move a little, squirming against me, but you don’t wake up. With small quick sucks, I pull your balls into my mouth. Your cock is twitching, getting hard, as my lips pull and caress you. I love the way you taste, the way you feel. Moving my mouth from your balls, I gently wrap my warm lips around the tip of your cock. Your legs shiver and you sigh deeply. Your cock is throbbing in my mouth. Wrapping my lips tight around the tip, I push down on your stiff member and suck you into my mouth. As I push down the shaft, your hairs gently tickle my nose. I love sucking your cock. Rolling my tongue around you, I slip my mouth up and down gently, slowly, sucking you. My cheeks close in around you and then release as I pull my head back up. You groan in your sleep and gently push up with your hips. Wrapping my fingers around the base of your cock, I concentrate on sucking the tip. I can taste drops of pre-cum on the tip. Flicking my tongue over you, I push down and tease the tip of your cock. Using my tongue, the licks are quick and fast, just the way you like it. Squeezing my fingers around your shaft, I push down and then pump back up. My lips are tight around your head, sucking. You moan again and push up with your hips. You’re still sound asleep. My fingers wander down and squeeze your balls again as my mouth continues to suck you, pulling and pushing up and down. You taste so good. Your cock is twitching in my mouth. I push my head down and my mouth covers all nine inches of you, the tip of your cock rubbing against the back of my throat. My fingers tighten around your balls, caressing and teasing your sac. I hear you moan again and thrust up. The dream you think you’re having is getting very intense. Pulling back up, I hold the tip of your cock with my fingers and lick the base with my tongue. Up and down, I coat your cock with my tongue, licking you faster and faster. The tip of your cock fills with more pre-cum and I suck it down again. Wrapping my red lips around your cock, I suck harder this time, pulling up on your shaft. You moan and your legs flex around me. I suck harder. My fingers are pumping you. My mouth is tight around you. You moan and push upwards. The covers come flying off me just as your cock erupts in my mouth, filling me with your cum. I suck hungrily, pulling every last drop from you. You’re panting, moaning as my mouth continues to suck. I hold your cock again and lick the underside where I know you’re sensitive. You grunt and thrust upwards again. Your cock tries to go limp but I won’t let it. Sucking harder, I pull your cock back to full length again. I love that you can get instantly hard again. Rolling my tongue around you, I push my mouth down again and cover your cock. Your hands are pushing my head up and down on your shaft. When you’re finally hard again, I kiss the tip of your cock and then crawl up your legs. Wrapping my hands around your cock, I guide the tip slowly into my pussy above you. Pushing my hands down on your chest, I squeeze your cock with my pussy as I slid down, taking all of you in me. I pull up, your cock slipping out of me. Again, I guide your cock into me, and again I pull off of you. Four more times, I tease you, fucking you slowly. You’re moaning. Taking your cock one last time, I push the head up inside my pussy. With the tip just inside my lips, I push my hips back and forth, fucking the tip of your cock. I moan and grind myself down onto you, taking your whole cock inside me. Leaning forward, my hair falls down around my face, tickling your chest. You grab my hair and pull my mouth down to yours. As your tongue pushes inside my mouth, your cock thrusts up inside my tight pussy. I moan and push down on you harder. Raising my head, I ride your cock, bucking back and forth on your shaft. I feel my first orgasm ripping through me. My pussy tightens around your cock, squeezing it between my lips. Lifting myself off you, I lower my mouth to your cock again. Sucking you between my lips, I taste my own orgasm on your dick. It tastes so good. I suck hard, my mouth pulling you into me. Rising again, I move to lay next to you, my ass in the air. You sit up, bracing yourself behind me. I grab the headboard and hold on as you slowly guide your raging hard cock into my pussy from behind. I moan and push back against you. Your hands grip my ass and pull me back harder. I can feel your balls slamming against my thighs as you fuck me, drilling my pussy. Hanging onto the headboard, I meet each of your thrusts with one of my own. Reaching down between us, I let my fingers stroke my pussy as you fuck it. My clit is hard and throbbing. Your cock is filling me, fucking me harder and harder with each thrust. I beg you to fuck me harder. I moan and push back, wiggling my ass against you. You reach down and slip a finger in my ass as your cock fucks my pussy and my finger rubs my clit. I can’t believe how wild you make me. I groan and reach my second orgasm. Pulling out, you flip me over and lift my legs up to lay on your shoulders. Savagely, you thrust your cock into my pussy and pull out again. Over and over again, you fuck me and leave me. I’m writhing on the bed, moaning and begging you to fuck me harder, to fuck me with your cock. My hands grab hold of my breasts, pulling on them. You grab my ankles, holding my legs up. Your cock is drilling me. I feel another orgasm and scream in ecstasy. You grunt and slam your cock in me. I feel you erupt inside me, your cream filling my pussy. You push into me a couple more times, then pull out, leaving me empty. Collapsing on the bed, you moan and smile. Within minutes, you’re sound asleep again. I lay there and smile. I wake you again in an hour. In the Dark It was a hazy, gray afternoon, not too cold, but not warm either. I was lying across the bed, reading a magazine, when he came into the room grumbling about finding something. He began to search through drawers and under the bed. Next he ventured into the unusually large closet in the bedroom. He was looking gorgeous, as usual, with his dark brown hair, tousled and a little out of place. He had on a plain gray T-shirt, and jeans. I smiled to myself watching him reach up to look on shelves, and bend down low to look around the messy closet floor. I decided I’d join him in the search, for whatever it was he was looking for. I got up from the bed and pushed my long blonde hair over my shoulder, tucking it behind my ears on the sides. I pressed my lips together, more out of habit than anything else, and walked toward the closet. As I reached the closet door, I rested my hands on the wall and leaned in to announce I was there to help. He looked up at me and smiled, and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. With a mischievous grin, I flicked the lights in the closet off, and closed the door behind me. “Hey!” he protested! “How am I supposed to find anything in the dark?” I reached out with my hands and felt the soft T-shirt material on his chest. “Shhhh” I said, and pulled him close for a kiss. His lips were soft and moist, and the familiarity of them never got old. We continued to kiss, slowly, teasingly, and passionately as he gave up his fight for the light. My hands moved over his chest, down his torso. I lifted his T-shirt over his head. He began kissing my neck and shoulders as I let my hands roam around his delicious stomach. Skillfully I undid the button on his jeans with one hand. I tugged on the waistband until the zipper slid down. As I slid my hand down his stomach, following the slight trail of hair downward, I was pleased to find him hard and ready. Just knowing how excited he was made me smile – mid-kiss. Being in the pitch-black dark of the closet allowed me to surprise him with sensations out of the blue. I silently sucked on my fingers in the dark for a moment, just enough to moisten them. We continued to kiss, the passion between us building. With one hand, I tugged at his briefs, freeing him. I caressed him as I tugged his clothes down to his knees. With my wet fingers, I rubbed the tip of his hard cock. He sucked in air quickly, and moaned with pleasure as I circled him with my hand, moving the moisture that had collected there all around him. I continued massaging him as I kissed his neck, his shoulder blade, then his chest. I silently dropped to my knees, keeping my hands on his cock to not give my next move away! He moaned again as I took him in my warm mouth, gently kissing and sucking at him. I began to use my mouth and hand together, to give every single inch of his cock the attention it deserved. I pressed on the underside of him with my tongue, dragging slowly upwards with each stroke where he is most sensitive. I lost track of time, there in the dark, making love to him with my mouth, until he broke the silence sheepishly “Honey, stop, I’m going to cum.” I stopped long enough to say “good!” and went back to my endeavor. He leaned against the some boxes as his legs began to shake. I adjusted quickly, and gave 110%, sucking and stroking him faster and faster, sucking hard, dragging my tongue along the underside, driving him crazy. I felt his body begin to tense. Then I felt my favorite thing in the world… I felt his cock fill up with cum. I knew he was coming, I couldn’t wait to taste him. I didn’t have to wait long, as he thrust into me, shooting hot liquid into my mouth, wave after wave as I kept stroking and sucking to get every last drop out. As he began to relax, I licked him clean, loving the taste of him there in the pitch-black darkness of the closet. I gracefully stood up and ran my fingers through his hair. “Feel better, babe?” I asked. He just sighed, and I knew that if the lights were on, I’d see a playful scowling look on his face, one I’d seen many times before when my desires got the best of me. “Oh, what were you looking for?” I asked. He couldn’t remember. In The Dark Again I couldn't hold out more than 10 days before the lure of the bathhouse pulled me back inside. The last visit had been on a Thursday evening after 8pm, and it appeared I had enjoyed the tail end of the evening, as nothing happened following the 3/4 of an hour that I had spent getting rimmed and sucked in the spacious dark room. Arriving this time, more certain of how things worked, the same person at the counter grinned when I paid and grinned back in return, if perhaps a bit sheepishly - after all, we both knew what went on, and just how good it was. On a damply gray Saturday afternoon, around half an hour after opening time, the bathhouse was less filled than on the first visit. After straightforwardly undressing and settling in at the bar, it was plain that more people were steadily arriving. The counter person was the same, in both senses, and my beer was rapidly poured, and just as rapidly finished. However, this time I did pick up a couple of condoms from the bucket near the bar. Walking out the last time, I had casually asked at the counter about condoms. Casually in the sense that for the first time, I was actually referring directly to the type of sex which they were intended for, and there was no reason to think otherwise, at least here. Now, leaving the bar area, it was simple to take a couple of condoms from a wooden sauna style bucket, and wrap my hand around them. So equipped, taking the steps up was a simple choice, though one that became a bit disappointing, as the dark areas were empty. Going to the lowest floor, the whirlpool was working, with no one in it. Going back to the main level, walking around, I noticed a nicely landscaped outdoor area, maybe 4x6 yards, that was also clearly a smoking area. As advertised, there was also an Internet terminal available for free, and sitting down, I did a bit of web cruising, reading more about the bathhouse. It wasn't the only one in town, and was considered on the pricey side, but the tone of various comments was generally quite favorable. Which certainly agreed with my first experience. Rising from the seat, the darkness upstairs kept beckoning, and as several more men had entered, chances had to have improved. It remained very sparsely populated upstairs, but at a least a few men with wrapped towels were walking around. Going to the darkened area, I had noticed that someone was following me a good 10 or 15 paces behind. A fact that led to a certain quickening in my pulse, and a couple of glances back that hopefully were neither too furtive nor too cool. Going in, my fumbling hand discovered something that moved like a stool/chair, along with a radiator along that wall. There was a window on the that side, and in the afternoon, more light leaked into the room, even if the amount was still tiny. Returning to broad platform, I took off my towel, and stood with my back to the wall, facing the padded area. I was still looking at the area in the exceedingly dim light, noticing had the wall at its back didn't the ceiling, when the sound of steps grew closer. A hand reached out to touch my naked thigh and ass, and I responded by gasping at the pleasure, if not the unexpectedness of physical contact. But after a moment, it became clear that he had something entirely different in mind. Something which hadn't crossed my mind, and something which, if it happened, wouldn't be like this - no condom, and almost no foreplay at all. Making it increasingly obvious that I wasn't interested, though reaching behind to touch his cock, he left. I then continued to explore the almost hidden space, walking across a quite expansive cushioned area, leaning against the back wall, and then returning to the edge were my ass had been eaten so perfectly. After another moment alone, I dropped the condoms along that wall, and went downstairs, noticing that the sauna had 5-6 naked men in it, and the whirlpool a couple, but still nothing sexual happening. Returning upstairs, I sat in the darkroom, towel underneath me, legs spread on the floor, touching my cock while thinking about my first visit. There was again the sound of steps, and then a white swathed figure appeared before me, with hands that rapidly found my nipples, tweaking them on the edge of roughly. Not quite to my taste, but also not bad as I kept playing with my now swelling cock. As his grip grew tighter, I moved my left hand to his hands, basically signalling that it was a bit much. After the third or fourth time, he seemed to understand, though my right hand finding his cock may have also played a role. While getting him stiffer, his hands wandered to my groin, exploring the base of my hairy cock, sliding down to my balls. Soon, we were both hard, and his breathing grew heavier as I kept jerking him off. Just as with my nipples, I could feel him slacken his efforts on me, knowing that he was becoming too turned on to focus on anything but his horny stroked cock. He was still wearing his towel, and having the top of my fist reach it at the end of his cockhead was different, the towel moving on each stroke, without opening or falling. Just about the point where it seemed best to remove the towel for total access to his rod, he began to moan and pump his hips, his hands squeezing my cock in a pulsing rhythm. It became apparent that he was orgasming, though the total lack of semen was unusual, until it occurred to me that it had ended up in the towel. As he quickly departed, the idea of some of the men walking around with towels having been used to clean up cum struck me as both amusing and practical, if also perhaps a bit tacky if not done with a certain amount of attention. He left, and in the dimness, I reclined a bit, still jerking off. Another man came in, and reached out, but when my hand found his chest, he abruptly turned and left. Which was the start of a dry spell, as I walked along halls and levels, returning several times to the empty dark rooms. I had plenty of time, so I returned to the bar, and drank a second beer more slowly, along with picking up some condoms, then noticing that both packages were actually lube. Which was convenient from one perspective, but not really what I was looking for, though keeping one package made sense. After finishing my beer, I went back downstairs, and though the glass enclosed sauna still had a half dozen men in it, it was as boringly mundane as any normal public sauna, while the whirlpool was empty. A few men were also scattered around, using the deck chairs, but downstairs seemed much like the level above it, just a male only sauna, even though sex likely occurred more often than at a mixed public sauna. Upstairs, the halls were a bit more crowded, and several of the rooms had closed doors, behind which the sounds of sex could be heard, at least at times - other times, the sounds were from the porn screen at the end of the hall. A bit unsettling in a way, since the distinction between real and recorded was not obvious. Going back into the darkroom, it was still devoid of other people, which surprised me a bit. Maybe my imaginings of wild orgies of gay sex were a bit overblown, though obviously, the space was perfectly constructed to accommodate just that. I put the condoms down, then spread my towel along the pad, before sitting down and starting to stroke my quite limp cock. When the sound of steps approached, my sense of anticipation increased, and when a hand reached down to find my thigh, the light feel of it over my hair was intoxicating. After a bit more time passed, my cock now half hard, I reached out, and found his chest. He then moved to lay down near me, and I began to explore his body, including the cock ring he was wearing. He remained at best half hard the entire time, and though this was the first cock ring I had ever experienced, from what I had read, he wasn't really using it right - it should be put on after getting hard, not before. But then, he was the one using it, not me, and my ignorance in practice was undeniable. Playing, licking his hairy chest, stroking his hairy legs, massaging his feet - I remained more or less sitting, even as his hand started to become more demanding along my stiff cock. I put my hand over his to feel the pumping action, and then to slow him down as he brought me to the brink, a brink I didn't want to go over yet. As we increased the range of our touching, getting hotter, a couple of more men had entered the exceedingly dim space, most likely attracted by the sounds of what we had been doing. They began to caress each other, and when their hands reached down under their towels, my own excitement grew. I pulled the laying man's leg over my crotch again, rubbing my horny cock. The feel of a hand on my leg was not really a surprise, and as it moved, I could sense a body growing closer, then laying down on my other side. My right hand then searched for his cock, finding it after only a short span, and noting that he was already hard. I had two cocks in hand, and there were still other people coming in. The first pair seemed back to front, and it was not simply imagination that they were fucking. By now, there must have been more than a half dozen men in the room, when another set of hands started sliding along my left leg, then reaching my already held cock. I tried my best to concentrate on the cock of the first man I had played with in the blackness, and soon, his cum pumping over his pubic bush was the result. He lay there, and I moved my hand over his body, rubbing his cum off my hand over his ample body hair. It seemed a practical solution, especially as two men started to concentrate their attention on me, leaving was not really an option. Besides, showers were available on two levels, assuming he even cared about the small amount of semen I was cleaning off. As the man with the cock ring left, he was replaced by the third man who had gotten involved. He lay on his side, obviously wanting my hard cock to enter his ass. The condoms near the wall were out of reach as I turned on my side, still paying attention to the standing naked man, who I was pumping steadily. No question that unprotected anal sex with a stranger was not intelligent, so I tucked my cock back between my thighs, and then started slamming his ass, lost in the potential dream of what could happen. Or what was going on around us, I realized. Men were laying on the platform, the sounds of cock sucking came from several directions, and one pair was back to front, the one in the front moaning as he was fondled and penetrated. And still more men were coming in. This was my first true experience of something more than a serial threesome, this was the sort of wild sex that my fantasies, not to mention some of my most treasured porn, had depicted. Even more erotic was the fact that I had been here since it started, and was being carried along by a tide of unbridled lust. A tide which also added to the pleasure of my simulated fucking, as I began to pound his ass with the sort of freedom that made me feel completely in charge, even as while losing control. And it must have had an effect on the standing man, as he slid onto the platform, his hand starting to squeeze and explore my ass. This made me move still more forcefully, between two naked men, in a room full of other naked, aroused men. His hand kept wandering over my ass cheeks, then probing deeper, making my pace slow dramatically as my ass sought its own delicious contact, opening an opportunity for a hand to slide down to my cock, soon freeing it from my thighs. It was still pointing down, but now it was touching another man's skin, a different sensation entirely from the familiarity when restrained between squeezing legs. Then I felt a second hand from behind, and together, they stroked my cock into a new position, as the man against my back was adding his talents to the suddenly intensely alluring sensations, my cockhead starting to press into wanting flesh. But unlike the sliding wetness of a mouth or pussy, this was a different temptation, more subtly inviting. A pleasure to be resisted, even as both hands kept me perfectly positioned, my hips starting to move, slowly, but with a rhythm starting to overtake any mental reservations. Two hands were on my erect length, as my cock head started to slide deeper, beyond question starting to go into a stranger hot ass in the dark. This rocking motion led the man at my back to place his stiff cock along my ass crack, just adding to the nearness of another fantasy - of fucking and being fucked at the same time. Heavenly as this felt, almost completely at the mercy of my cock in two men's hands as it kept pushing deeper, another hard cock willing to do the same to me, the fact no condoms were involved remained a red flag for continuing. So I turned to lay on my back, while reaching out for each man's hard cock. Both seemed content with my solution of dealing with such a sweet temptation, and after a moment, the man on my left started to stroke my cock in an increasingly irresistible rhythm. Which took in stride my own hand encircling his fingers, just adding their touch and weight to change the motion in ever more overpowering pulses of pure pleasure, making me lose all thought even as my balls tightened in approaching orgasm. My hand was completely slack over his, even as his fingers tightened while he pumped me, the other man on my side now playing with my nipples. My right hand grew ever more distracted, though the cock it was touching was rock hard. By now, all concerns about where cum would fly were being drowned under the reality of the fantastic orgasm I was experiencing between two naked men. The stroking fingers kept working my hot shaft, beyond resistance, even as the naked man on the other side slid his hands over my chest and down to my pubic bush, then cupping my balls. My spurting cock remained lost in the pleasure until well after I had grown smaller, completely drained at the hands of two naked strangers. As I slowly returned to reality, especially the need to use my towel to clean up my semen, the man to my right slid over me gently, placing himself on top of the man on my left, who had rolled over on his stomach. When leaving, easily 10 men were still getting off in the dark, and still no sign of anyone using a condom, though it was hard to judge in the very dim light. However, I was pleased at the thought that in comparison to my first time here, nothing risky in any real sense had occurred, as all the playing had been hand to cock, with virtually no shared cum. But the other men there seemed utterly unconcerned about anything resembling basic caution between strangers, a somewhat disturbing thought. Of course I could understand the sexual attraction of being uncovered, but a condom between strangers seemed a minimum precaution, not an extraordinary measure. Especially when the temptations were so easily enjoyed.