0 comments/ 29194 views/ 4 favorites Lady of the Night By: babydollface It all started at the Masked Ball at the Roselini's. I had been invited but had none to bring. So I decided to go alone and see if I could find anyone. My name by the way is Lady Eleanor of South Hampton. I have never been married and I am under escort of my dear Aunt Lacy. So we decided to go, but first had to go into town to purchase new dresses. So we did and I found the most gorgeous pale blue velvet and silk gown with a mask of the same. My Aunt found one of sea green silk without a mask. The night of the ball finally came around and we departed the house at 830 to make it to the ball by 9. We arrived and the party was just starting. We were greeted by Lady Roselini herself and told to enjoy ourselves. She also told us that at 1am the mask unveiling would occur and to be ready. My aunt decided to go sit with the other unmasked matrons and left me to dance. Within 10 min my dance card was full and the first dance took place. I was to dance with someone named "Phantom" for the first Waltz. When I looked into his eyes, I could see something that I had seen before in someone I had met recently. But I brushed it aside thinking I was imagining things. After my dance with "Phantom” I danced with everyone in succession on my card. Its only then that I noticed that "Phantom" was on my card again. So when his turn came up he claimed me and we proceeded to dance into a private room. "Monsieur why have we danced in here away from everyone?" I asked. "Why my dear so that I could be alone with you, and get to know you better. I have had my eye on you for some time and have even come to court you. And yes we have gone out a few times, and I have enjoyed it thoroughly. Bu my dear I want to know what is under all this linen and lace that you wear. I want to know the woman in you. And yes, before you ask, I do want to marry you, but first I want a taste." 'Phantom' said. "Who are you my phantom?" "You shall know soon enough dear heart." He said in a low and seductive whisper. With that said he kissed me gently and started to caress my body with his hands. When he reached my breasts with his lips I let a moan escape my lips, knowing that we could get caught. I could feel him smile against my now bare skin. He continued to strip my dress away patiently and slowly. After he was done he left me in my mask and stripped himself. Leaving his mask on to conceal his identity. "How do you know that I am the girl you want? I could be someone completely different." I asked him while trying to control my breathing. "Oh, trust me my dear, I know that it is you, Lady Eleanor. I saw you come in with your aunt. And I knew that tonight I would claim you and tomorrow I will come by and propose to you in front of you aunt and who ever she has over for tea. I just only hope you will accept. So now I ask before I make love to you, will you marry me?" 'Phantom' asked slowly running his hands over my body, knowing that he drove my body insane. "Of course my Phantom. Now please claim me as your own." I said not thinking about what I was saying. With that he laid me down on the chaise lounge and covered me with his body. He started to slip inside me, I felt a slight twinge of pain and that was it. All I felt after that was pleasure. 'Phantom' started slowly, teasing me with his cock, working it in and out of me. Slowly and with extreme laziness. I knew that it was hard for him to keep that speed. I latched my legs around him trying to encourage him to move faster. He took the hint and started to thrust in and out going deeper each time. When he hit that special spot I shot off the chaise and moaned right into his ear. "That’s it my sweet, just like that. Keep your legs around me tight and your arms. There is much more pleasure to be had. By the time we are through in here you will be satisfied beyond your imagination. And that’s how it will be when we are married." 'Phantom' said. I gripped as hard as I could; knowing full when what he said was true. He caressed my inside with his cock and my breasts with his hands and mouth. Within minutes, I felt my orgasm coming upon me fast. I grasped his back and moan into his ear as I started shaking deep inside. "Yes my dear, let it out, and let it come." I screamed over the top of the music so that none could hear me. I squeezed him inside his back and me. "Oh god here I cum my dear." 'Phantom' said into my ear. As he released inside me I started to cum again and again. Squeezing his cock with my pussy. Moaning and screaming in his ear, and grasping his back. In the after glow we heard Lady Roselini announce that it was time to reveal who we were. We smiled at each other and took off our masks. Behind 'Phantoms' was none other then Aaron, Count of Greisenburn. "Oh, it is you my lord. I was hoping and praying it was. You must have known that I had a crush on you since we were first introduced." I said blushing. "Yes my sweet, I knew and I was happy. And to tell you the truth your aunt and I set this all up. She has known my intentions for a while now. And she made sure I knew what you were wearing. That was I could claim you as my own. And now my dear let us get dressed and make our appearance back out there." He said. We redressed each other, tasting each other as we could. Then arm in arm we reappeared in the ballroom, fully sated and holding each other like the world was about to end. Lady of the Night He was turning down her street when her realized where he was heading. It had been a slow night, and he had decided to take a walk. The night air was cool and a steady breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. He had started out wandering lazily down the streets but his easy stroll had led him back to her. He finally came to a stop outside the front of her house. He wanted to leave, but knew that he couldn’t. Why was he so weak when it came to her? He knew what she was but couldn’t stop himself. He often wondered what spell she held over him. It was certain that a person of her nature held certain gifts, but try as he may he could not convince himself that this was the case. She was beautiful. It was the simple truth. Just as water is wet, and fire is hot, she was beautiful. Her hair was shiny and black as coal. It fell about her shoulders like a flowing river. Her skin was soft and creamy both to the touch as well as the taste. He often tried to find a flaw in her. He tried to make her human, tried to break her perfection, but he couldn’t do it. His desire kept him bound to her and it was his desire that always brought him back. The house was dark except for low flickering candlelight that flowed from one of the second floor windows. It was her room. The faint sounds of music lingered in the night air. It filled his mind with images and memories of her, drawing him forward with secret whispers. He crossed over to her door and raised his hand to knock, but stopped short as the door slowly swung inward. She stood in the doorway, her perfect red lips glistening in a captured ray of moonlight. She beckoned to him with a graceful raise of her hand and he moved forward as if in a trance. He embraced her and melted as the warmth of her body enfolded him. His breath caught in his lungs as his senses rebelled at the thought of releasing the heavenly perfume of her body. She silently took his hand and slowly turned away. He let her draw him up the stairs, his feet falling on ground too dark to see. Candlelight softly spilled from the room that sat atop the stairway and the music now became more than the whisper it was. She lead him to the bed and let him go, crawling onto it like a cat. She turned and lay back into a thick pile of silky pillows, enfolding herself in their softness like a Diamond ring in a jewelry box. He was excited and his state was evident, but he now felt unsure. How many times had he been here? He couldn’t count, but he still felt uneasy after so many times. She watched him all the while, her smile both inviting and amused. Her eyes gave him the courage. Her eyes smoldered like cauldrons and he was drawn like a moth to flame. He climbed onto the bed and slid along the sheets. She tilted her head while spreading her arms and legs, laying her open to him. She cooed softly as he descended on her, wrapping her arms and legs around his body. He kissed her neck softly and felt a rising wave of excitement surge through him. His hands found her breasts and squeezed their softness. Her nipples were hard and demanding as they pressed into his palms. The slight movements of her body and the heated sweetness of her breath against his ear made him shiver in desire. His hands tangled in the flowing clothes she was wearing as he struggled to unveil her charms. His frustration mounted, but was cut short as she softly by forcibly pushed him off. He stared hungrily as she forced him onto his back. She shed her clothing like water then slid up his body. The scent of her cunt filled his nose as she made her way up his chest. His hands stroked her legs while his mouth salivated in anticipation. She stopped less than an inch from his face and teased him. His hands urged her on but he could not move her. Her tried reaching out with his tongue, but she moved her hips backward just out of reach. Her hips moved slowly and he could feel her muscle tense through her legs. She kept teasing him, and he could smell her arousal rising. His hot breath snorted out against her flesh as a clear stream of moisture began to flow from her lips. She finally moved forward, pressing her wet sex to his mouth. Her juice was sticky syrup that flooded his mouth with the taste of the finest liqueur that he had ever drunk. He pressed his mouth to her flesh like a parched man suckling a juicy piece of fruit. His tongue speared between her folds and lapped at the hidden flesh, gathering her captured juices. Her hands gripped his head, tangling in his hair. She pulled his mouth to her flesh with bruising force, and it only heightened his lust. She worked her hips in tight movements, humping his face with ever increasing speed. His hands gripped her rear tightly, and his fingers bruised her flesh. She became bestial as she rode his mouth, her muscles straining so taut they felt as if they would break. He felt her body changing and felt her movements become erratic and harsh. He could taste the flood begin as her orgasm surged through her body. It started slow and built quickly. His mouth was fastened to her as if they were one body and his tongue was deep in her flesh when her cream surged against it. Her body shook and her muscles threatened to dislodge his tongue as she came grunting and sobbing. He didn’t know how long her orgasm lasted, but he held his place, delirious in her scent, feel and taste. When she finally calmed down, she held his head in place while he continued to feast on her. She slowly pulled away, her pussy leaving wet strings of cream attached to his lips. She slid down and kissed him, her tongue twisting around his in a breathtaking embrace. Her kisses were like heaven, and He was lost again in her presence. She continued to kiss him as her hands deftly unfastened his pants. She wriggled her hand into his pants and found his hard member. She wrapped her warm hand around his flesh, causing him to grunt as she squeezed firmly. She shifted her weight and let him slide into her with one slowly wet motion. His breath exploded and she devoured it, her mouth working like a thing alive. She wiggled her hips and ground down onto his lap, forcing him as deep inside of her as possible. He was going out of his mind with desire as she worked her muscles, squeezing him in an increasing rhythm. He closed his eyes as the sensations began to mount. Her body was everywhere at once, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She pulled her lips from his and he gasped for breath, not realizing how much air he had been deprived of. He tried to catch his breath as she moved her mouth to his neck. Her traced wet circles over his skin, causing him to shudder and squirm. His body felt electrified as she melted over him. Her mouth and sex devoured him while the rest of her body engulfed him in her heated softness. He groaned as his cock reached the point of explosion. She kept him balanced on the edge, denying him release as her tongue danced over his neck. His body shuddered as he reached a point beyond her control. His muscles tensed and his body shook and he felt his climax arriving. He also felt the sharp points of her two pointed teeth as they pierced the flesh of his neck. The first stream of blood spurt into her mouth in tandem with the seed filling her cunt. Her cunt drew his essence into her with powerful jets filling quickly. He head swam and deeper warmth spread through his body. He teetered on the edge of consciousness, his hands running down her smooth back. His mind tried to decide which was the better of the two. Was it her sweet sex that milked him of his seed, or was it her succulent mouth that pleasured his neck? He always debated the question, but could never find an answer. She stopped drinking before any damage could occur and licked the two small wounds, healing them as if they never existed. He could barely see her through heavy lidded eyes as she licked her lips, leaving them the same crimson as they always were. He closed them as she lay her head down against his chest to rest. Her breathing came like the contented purr of a cat, reverberating through his chest and lulling him to sleep. He dreamed of her and what they did, knowing it would happen again. Lady of the Night A cold breeze found its way through her threadbare shawl, causing the young woman to pull it closer about her shoulders. It reminded her of the chill she'd felt that morning when she had picked up the dirty newspaper the gentleman had dropped on the filthy east-London street. "Another Murder in White Chapel!" the title had screamed, immediately catching her attention. The name itself would bring a chill to anyone in London. Even if they didn't read the paper the gossip around town was focused around this 'Jack the Ripper' person who was killing the East End prostitutes. Four people, she thought, how could Scotland Yard let it have go this far? And the way they had been murdered...it sent chills down her spine even now. She suddenly didn't feel safe in the dark alleyway she was walking down. It was late, but they had yet to light the gas lamps around the main roads. Her ears perked up a bit at the sound of swishing material behind her in the alley, and suddenly a rock went skittering down the alley. This scared her so badly that she ran down the rest of the alley and turned the corner onto the road, leaning against the nearest building and panting. She chided herself for her behavior, after she calmed down a bit. After all, what was she; a timid rabbit of a girl, to be scared of every sound in the London night? She straightened her faded blue dress, tugging the bodice down to make it appear that at the slightest look her breasts would tumble out. To add to this effect, she unfastened the first two buttons. Looking across the street for potential customers from the theatre, she realized that she was too early. Cursing herself, she looked up and down the street for a potential customer to take up her time while she waited for the show to get out. A man who was passing by stopped to leer at her and she smiled at him, looking him over welcomingly. The man was lower middle class by the look of it, and his smile showed that most of teeth were missing. They bartered her price for a few minutes before she led her customer to the dark alley she had run from a short time earlier. He pushed her hard against the wall of the building, kissing her savagely, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His labor roughed hands ran roughly over her body grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples roughly, as if punishing her for her profession. He pulled up her dress hurriedly, making her worry that he would rip it in half. Before she could say anything, he pulled down his breeches and forced himself into her. He felt much larger than her normal customers as he thrust out of her again. She grabbed his shoulders in false excitement. He began pounding her so hard that she was afraid he might do her lasting damage. He took her arms in his iron grip and she felt bruises beginning to form as he forced them against the wall. She winced at the pain and he grinned at her, "Like that do you? You are nothing but a dirty London whore!" As he found his release he scratched her arms deeply, leaving lasting marks that he was there. He dropped her to the cold ground and threw his payment at her in disgust. After she had straightened out her dress again, she walked back to her spot across the street from the theatre. A few minutes later, the show let out. She watched a happy couple leaving the theatre and imagined she was in their place. She shook off the daydream and resumed waiting. After a few minutes of looking for a potential customer, she saw a man who was formally dressed; nonetheless, he seemed out of place. Ignoring her sudden apprehension, she approached the man. "Lookin' fer a good time Guv'nor?" she asked him coyly. The man's eyes flashed menacingly but it was soon gone, and she dismissed it as indigestion from the nearby tavern's food. They discussed her price as she led him to the same alleyway she'd just emerged from. The man kissed her cheek gently before leaning her against the wall. Her instincts made her wary of this stranger, but she didn't know why until she saw the flash of steel. She let out a single bloodcurdling scream, feeling a sharp pain at her throat before the world faded to black. Lady of the Night It's a mild night in April and I'm tucked into a deepish doorway outside the old, abandoned, brickyard. It's a bad night to look for customers, England are playing a European quarter final against Holland but fortunately not everyone likes football as much as sex. I hate being stereotyped and I just don't fit most people's picture of your average hooker. I've not got a habit, I've never done drugs, it's a mug's game. I'm not desperate to support my kids because I don't have any and there's no guy I'm besotted with to send me out to earn cash for him. Why do I do it then? I like sex and I get well paid for what I give my customers. I sort of slid into the life when I had a one night stand with a businessman who was overnighting in my home town, as I left his hotel room he slipped me a small roll of notes, guess he thought I was a professional. Later, when I lost my job, I decided I could live with this as a way to make a living. A risky job? Can be, but I am a big woman and I can look after myself. Dad was a marine and he took me and my sister to an ex- army mate of his who ran a dojo. The upshot was we could handle most trouble without too much effort by the time we were out of our teens. Only got serious once or twice, broke one guy's nose and kicked him in the balls and the word got out, best not to fuck with Hannah. Treat her right you get a good time, mess with her and you get hurt. Good rep to have. It's really quiet tonight and I'm wondering if it might be an idea to visit Toni's wine bar and see if there's any action there, I've only seen two other business girls tonight and one of those was a skinny, smack addicted, Bosnian kid about fifteen years old. Doubt if she'll reach twenty one the way she's going. Takes it front or back without a condom for a few quid extra. Even if it means loosing a trick I won't do it without one. Turns out it's worthwhile since from twenty to thirty five I've never picked up anything nasty. I've said I'm a big girl, 5' 10", big, firm, tits, narrow waist, and nice, round, rear end. I work hard to keep my shape because a fat hooker doesn't get much action and there's a long line of young up and comers all the time. They burn out fast and I'm still in demand after fifteen years. I spot a car in the distance cruising slowly along Banks Crescent, nice name for a pretty ordinary place. As it approaches I hope it's not another lost driver looking for directions. This looks promising, it's a metallic silver Lexus that cost someone a good few thousand pounds drawing to a halt opposite my doorway. The headlights flash off and on to signal me so I saunter across the road my long legs scissoring within my short, tight, leather skirt. As I reach the passenger window it rolls smoothly and silently down, a sign of cost and quality that few can afford to drive. I lean inside, shit, it's a woman, probably lost, you don't see many Lexus's in this side of town. She speaks in a husky, cultured, voice. "Are you available my dear?" This is a big surprise, you don't get many ladies looking to do business and few as classy as she looks. Maybe she's out pimping for her husband, it's been known. I nod and she frees the central locking system so I slide inside onto the expensive leather seat. She's wearing a camel hair coat that I wouldn't know which shop to look in for, not that I could afford it in a month of Sundays. The coat's open showing a white, silk, blouse, with a froth of lace at the neck. Her skirt is also silk, charcoal grey, short and pleated. Her small, neat feet are shod in driving shoes that must be hand made. Her hair is beautifully styled into a short, blond, crown, that makes my crop look like it's been done with garden shears. "I'm Hannah and I don't do S and M but anything else is fine with me." She turns towards me as I take in her big green eyes, high cheekboned features, then she smiles. Her teeth are a miracle of cosmetic dentistry, mine are strong and white but hers are perfect. "I'm Barbara, I hope you're free for the night Hannah I don't want a quickie as you girls put it." I doubt that's her real name but I don't give a damn one way or the other. An allnighter's fine by me so I quote her double my normal price, she waves her elegantly manicured hand airily as if it's meaningless. Should have gone for treble but it's too late now. I clip the seatbelt across my leather jacket as she eases the car into gear and pulls off down the deserted road. She drives smoothly and skilfully one hand on the wheel then her free hand drops onto my knee and slips under my skirt. I spread my thighs to ease her fingers way to her target and they rub against the taut, silky, crotch, of my panties. I have to bite my lip to prevent the sigh of pleasure escaping. This should be fun, I take so much cock that a slender lady in a bed with me is my idea of pleasure and she's paying me well for it. "Where are we going Barbara?" "There's a little hotel a few miles out that I have an arrangement with, Hannah, we'll be there in no time." I'm sorry when we pull into the car park of the King's Crown hotel because Barbara knows what she's doing with those fingers. Small but plush looking place. Barbara turns off the ignition and steps out of the car. "Wait a moment please Hannah I won't be long." I watch her elegant legs as they stride across the concrete and she disappears inside, after a little time she steps out and waves me over. As I close the car door her fob locks and secures it with a click. Inside the foyer it's thickly carpeted and wood panelled and reeks of the upper classes. She steers me into a small lift and presses the third floor button. The doors hiss shut and as they do she reaches up and pulls my head down so she can kiss me hard on the mouth, her tongue forcing inside and one fine boned hand cups my breast. I can feel my nipples harden and, as the door slides open, she shoves me out as if she can't wait to get me into her room. Room 306, Barbara unlocks the door and hustles me inside closing it hastily behind her and locking it. The double bed's turned down and on the cabinet next to it is a silver bucket with the neck of a wine bottle protruding from it. The room is silent for a moment then Barbara whispers softly. "I want to see you naked Hannah." I take off my jacket and hang it on a hook then slowly unbutton my blouse, tugging it out of the waistband of my skirt. My breasts are bulging out of my lacy bra and when I unhook it I clearly hear Barbara's gasp of delight at my dark, hard nippled boobs. Unzipping my skirt I drop it to the floor then, hooking my thumbs into the sides of my panties, I peel them off and stand naked before her. My vulva is shaved as smooth as silk and my long, deep, crease is dewy with excitement. "Bend over Hannah and spread your cheeks." I grasp my buttocks and pull them wide to reveal my pussy and tightly puckered arse hole. "Nice, very nice, now lie on the bed and wait for me I won't be long." She departs into the bathroom and I await her, gently fingering my pussy, as my heat grows inside me. Then the door opens and Barbara, gloriously naked, walks out. She's tiny, elfin, slender legs, narrow waist, boyish hips, her breasts are perfect though very small. Strapped onto her with buckles and velcro is a silicon rubber dildo standing proud and ready. Her nipples are swollen and she has no time for preliminaries, grasping my ankles she forces my thighs wide apart and mounting me, thrusts deep inside me. I love the feeling of tight fullness and twist slightly so that my swelling clit is rubbed hard by the ridged rubber. I wrap my legs around her and abandon myself to her pumping hips and the hands clawing at my nipples and breasts. I raise my crotch so to allow her to penetrate just a little deeper and the first big eruption from inside sends juice oozing from my pussy and electric jolts throughout my sex. Moments later, as my head goes back, showing the taut sinews of my neck, I scream out my burning orgasm. I slowly recover to find Barbara smiling down at me, from beneath the pad that passes between he slim thighs comes a trickle of milky fluid that marks her own powerful cum. She grabs me and with surprising strength rolls me over, my round, white, rear, in the air, then before I can draw breath, she rams into my arse. I'm a little stretched back there from the years in the trade and I take it and lock my sphincter hard to increase the pleasure, hers and mine. Her hand moves between my legs and four fingers enter my sopping cleft and, slightly curled, her fingers probe me deeply. Can't take anymore, my body arches from the mattress and this time it's one cum after another while Barbara rides me like a horse, grunting her own deep throated ecstasy. Shedding the harness Barbara pours us chilled white wine and relaxes while planting the occasional kiss on my tender nipples. I sip my wine and feel the warm glow of great sex pulsing inside my pussy. Barbara's decided she needs a pick up and the stupid bitch's doing a line of coke! Great sex then she spoils it by becoming a junkie in front of me, can't complain she's paying me after all but I don't have to like it. Fired by the coke Barbara's ready for more and I'm carried along by her sexual fever. Straddling me she drops her pussy onto my mouth and I slip my tongue deep into her, my lips munch on her labia while my tongue flogs her hard little clit, my hands locked on her narrow hips. When she cums on my face it's a spray not a dribble and she's lost it completely, but she still can't get enough and I'm as hot as hell myself, I'll do whatever she wants if I can cum like her. She spreads her pale, smooth, thighs, wide apart, and mounts my pussy rubbing herself against me, as our labia peel back, my long, hard, clit glides against hers, slick with our passion, and we hit that miracle of a joint multiple that rocks the room and even my little lesbian nympho can't go on anymore than I can. The room's quiet and smells of stale sex, Barbara drowses beside me, and I'm just beginning to wonder if she's burnt out for the night or if she can manage to go another round because I can feel the stirring of my clit as her taut little rump is tucked against my groin when there's a rap at the door. At 3.a.m? A voice calls. "Mrs Evans, night manager here can you open up please?" Barbara jumps and, looking puzzled, searches for something to cover her naked body. My sense of danger is alerted, in a place like this you'd expect someone to ring the room first unless maybe he's got a cop outside, don't know the law that well but can they charge me with prostitution with a woman? Being a lesbian's not illegal in Britain but I'm out of bed and I've dragged on my panties and hooked my bra before Barbara, wrapped in a sheet, opens the door. A beefy unshaved guy in a zip jacket who surely isn't the night manager shoves Barbara back inside and rips off the sheet. Producing a small, digital camera from his pocket he starts to snap naked Barbara, busty me, and the coke trail on the cabinet. Barbara's cultured voice sounds shrill and frightened. "Who are you? What do you want?" He smirks fatly. "Got what I want lady, you naked with your lezzy girlfriend and a line of coke in the picture, your husband will love these snaps. Wait till your kids and mother see these, unless the divorce is cheap and quick your hubby shows them to everyone." At just that moment I launch a spinning kick that lands smack in his flabby belly and he begins to fold. I allow my momentum to carry me round and land an elbow strike on the hinge of his jaw and the crack of breaking bone is as loud as his scream. As he hit's the floor I finish it with a ball of the foot kick to his temple that sends him to sleep for quite a while. "Get dressed Barbara and lets get out of here fast." It doesn't take long and we're dressed and out of there, once the night clerk, well tipped by Barbara, has unlocked the front door. We dash over to her Lexus and we're away off before you know it. A leading question from Barbara, or questions from Barbara. "What do we do now, where do we go?" I'm on a high like I haven't been in a long time so I tell her. "My place isn't much like the King's but I want to go there and we'll fuck each other till we can't move." And this time I push my hand up her skirt and she nearly leaves the road as I slip my fingers past her briefs and into her cunt, she wrenches the wheel back in line and the cultured tone's gone. "Hannah that's the best fucking idea I've heard in years, we fuck then later you kick my husband in the balls for me and you get five times pay." As we cruise through the night I think what a fun time it's been and how I'll look forward to meeting Mr Evans. Lady of the Night Seven years. That was how long Christine and Matthew had together. Typical high school sweethearts, their lives set up ahead of them. Both their studies finished, full time work secured and all that was left was for them to get hitched and get on with an amazing life together. Seven years and she suddenly has met another man, a mature 29 years to their own 23. Matt woke up with a start, his mouth dry but his head covered in sweat from another night of tortured sleep. As he made his way to the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, he felt the added weight of his depression sitting on his shoulders. A quick look in the mirror revealed this also, his usually bright olive skin looking a sallow yellow. Even his hair seemed to be suffering, the usually magnificent black appeared dull and charcoal grey in the morning light. He relived himself, washed his hands and then decided to take a quick hot shower to try and relieve some of the tension in his back. As he stood under the steaming hot water, he felt his heart pounding against his chest. It hadn't stopped feeling like that since his work friends had revealed questioning photographs of another man on Christine's Facebook page. Matt felt the white, hot anger rise in him and he smacked his hand against the tiled wall, cursing his own ignorance. Everyone had known it, but him. Everyone had questioned the frequency with which she seemed to be visiting this Brian guy. A work colleague of hers, she had said. He was going through a divorce and his wife had taken their two small children. Matt's internal monologue continued as he listlessly shoveled cereal into his mouth, going through his usual weekday routine. Matt had met him a few times, the guy seemed average. Even kind of unattractive in the face. He couldn't see the appeal of this guy to his best friend, couldn't see what had drawn her to him. As he drove to work, he turned up the CD playing in his car to try and drown out the thoughts of her betrayal. The heavy metal guitar riffs calmed him for a time, and he enjoyed the song for a brief moment before he realized he had pulled into his work car park. Matt let out a heavy sigh, realizing they were all probably aware now of what had happened, and now he had to be that guy who had been cheated on. The guy who had no idea that his girlfriend had been fucking a coworker. The thought angered him again. Still sitting in his car, he pulled out his iPhone and flicked through the photos he had saved off her Facebook page and then more photos that other friends had sent him that he had never seen before. Photos of Roses from the Boyfriend, read the caption. Then the Tiffany & Co. bracelet that she had taken a photo of saying, 'A beautiful gift from my man.' Matt spat, "My Man! My Man? Sure fucking wasn't me." He got out of his car and slammed the door, storming into the office and throwing his bag down on his desk. Nobody bothered him and he was glad about it. By the end of the day he had felt exhausted, ready to go home and sleep through his weekend until Monday. His wish would have been fulfilled if not for a phone call that made him jump. His good friend Leo, coerced him into going out to the club. "Listen to me brother, it's Friday night. We'll just go out to that new bar, have a few and then I'll drive you home, okay?" Matt remained silent for a moment and then muttered his acceptance. "Great! Pick you up at 7.00pm. Catch ya." Matt drove home in silence, not really looking forward to the night. At 6.58pm Leo was knocking on his door. Matt opened it up slowly, wary of his friend's eagerness. "Let's go, Matty! The beers are calling our name! Nice shirt, mate." He grabbed Matt's phone and wallet sitting on the breakfast bar before grabbing Matt's arm and dragging him out the door. The club was busy when they got there, they had to queue up outside for 15 minutes before they were allowed in. But even Matt had to admit, it was well worth it. The walls were a dark burgundy and yellow fairy lights hung in odd arrangements. There were booths and plenty of cocktail bar tables, it was a nice blend of old and new worlds together. Matt realized his black collared shirt and indigo jeans pretty much had him camouflaged into the wall they were seated beside in the dim lighting, and he was glad. He still wasn't keen for company. Soon enough Leo returned with two bourbon and coke mixes. Matt could smell the bourbon in the glass before he picked it up and offered a cheers to Leo in thanks. An hour later and numerous beers, shots and bourbons and Matt was feeling a little better. He felt the smiles coming easier now and he even shared a few jokes with Leo and their company, which consisted of three older ladies out on the prowl. He was thinking that it was time to finish up and get home when a flicker of silver caught his eye in the opposite corner of the room. The darkness didn't help but he spotted a tall suited man standing beside a woman with long black hair. He realized the silver flash was her necklace, if you could call it that. It was a thick silver plate that sat at the base of her neck and twisted into a shape that pointed to some cleavage. Matt blinked. Feeling rude that he had been staring. He quickly turned away and swallowed the rest of his drink. When he chanced a glimpse back, she was gone. And he felt a small disappointment in that he didn't get to know her. Feeling tipsy, he headed to the bar to buy a bottle of water - hoping it would help him sober up. As he made his way through the crowd, he noticed that dark haired woman dancing alone among the others. He was close enough now that he could see her face and it shocked him that she was so beautiful. Her long black hair hung down hair back, stylishly straight. Her skin, a golden brown - not unlike his own, seemed to glow under the club lighting. But it was her face that stunned him. It was perfectly symmetrical. Dark, round eyes that were framed by thick black lashes. A perfect nose, with a straight bridge and small round tip and not to mention those lips. They were full and colored a bright pink/red. They were enticing. He shook his head as he continued past, swearing that the alcohol had affected him more than he thought. After buying and drinking almost half the bottle of water, he dared to cross the dance floor again to return to his table. This time, she was closer. And staring at him. They must have been only 3 or 4 bodies apart and Matt felt his heart skip a beat as he admired her face. It unnerved him that she was staring back at him. Not really smiling, but it was a kind of knowing look. He kept walking, the whole while feeling her stare penetrating him. He wasn't the only one that noticed because Leo had spotted the eye contact from his seat at their table. "I see you've made a friend." He laughed. Matt responded, "She is something, isn't she?" Soon enough Matt felt like he was ready for bed. Leo protested, so Matt agreed to call a cab home and leave Leo to his own devices. As he walked towards the exit, he felt a small push in the small of his back and he stumbled into a wall. Turning, he realised it was that woman from the dancefloor. He gulped. She leaned against him and felt the strength of her body pinning him. "Come home with me." She commanded. He hadn't dared argued. They shared a taxi to her place, sitting in silence. The taxi stopped at an empty alleyway in what looked like an industrial estate. Not feeling like he was in any immediate danger he followed her up a metal staircase where she unlocked a security door and invited him inside. It was dark inside, and he saw nothing and felt nothing until he felt another shove against a wall and heard the heavy door slam shut. In a matter of seconds she was on him. Her body thrown at his in almost an air of desperation. A desperation that matched his own. He let her kiss him deeply. Feeling those full lips hard against his own mouth, then feeling her tongue seeking entry into his mouth. Everything about the kiss was urgent, rushed like they were running out of time. He felt himself growing hard with excitement. Her hands were on his body now, exploring his waist, his shoulders and then his hips. Her touch was hot yet soft. It urged him on. He touched her feverishly in response. His hands focusing on her breasts, caressing them roughly through the thick material of her shirt. He pushed back against her, hoping she would lead him to a bedroom, but they reached a lounge instead. She took his hand and silently showed him the seat, which he gladly took. A few moments later she was straddling him. It took him a minute to notice she had taken all her clothes off. This astounded him and added to his arousal. Her skin was smooth yet toned and he had a carnal desire to nip and lick her all over. Feeling impatient, she began unbuttoning his shirt before unbuckling his pants. Matt had his hands on her hips now, a raw edge in his need to possess her. She offered no resistance and allowed him to grab her and position her over his raging hard on. She paused a moment and leaned in to again brutally kiss him on the mouth, lowering herself hard and fast on to his cock. They shared a guttural groan together in their mutual arousal before she raised herself up off his cock and lowered again. Matt felt a sweat break out on his forehead when he felt how wet she was. Her hot and moist pussy was almost too much for him. It felt so good to have her on top of him. His hands were fixed to her hips, guiding her body against his, grinding against and toward her. The pulsing throughout his cock felt like ecstasy. Similarly, she was using the full force of her body against him. He could feel her swollen clit tapping away at the skin of his groin. The erotic sense of it driving him further in to madness. They clung together, desperate in seeking their release. She shifted lower, wrapping her legs around his waist, desperate for him to move deeper within her. Both of them were grunting and moaning their mutual pleasure. Their mouths almost always locked in passionate embraces, their tongues swirling and flicking and massaging each other. Matt hadn't noticed that his nails were digging into the soft skin of her hips, his grinding wild and uncontrolled. They stopped kissing and moved their faces to rest in the nook of each others shoulders. Their chins and cheeks pushing into each other. He could feel his sweat from his face running down her back, as well as the excess juices she was creating with her pussy, dripping down in his lap. He couldn't take much more, and neither could she - judging by the sound of her moans. He picked her up and lay her on the couch, preparing for their final moments, wanting it to be as wild a climax as their lovemaking. They held each other close as he thrusted in and out of her. She was so tight that even with all the extra bodily lubrication, he felt like her pussy lips were gripping his cock and milking it professionally, like only a woman could. His groans got louder as he felt his climax approaching, hers increasing with him. He savagely pumped in and out of her a few more times before grabbing a handful of her hair and holding her head back and roughly thrusting into her a few more times. He exploded with an orgasm unlike any other he had ever experienced. A roar escaped him. He slowed his movements as he felt her own explosion, her pussy shuddering in waves around his cock. The sensitivity feeling sensational. The pair then collapsed and fell into a deep slumber. - Part 2 coming soon!!!