0 comments/ 6749 views/ 0 favorites Moonlight Sonata By: sgt_large As I stepped down down into the spa, I saw the light of the moon reflecting off of your eyes. You just as beautiful as always, with your hair pulled back in a ponytail and your bikini leaving little to the imagination. I love the way your tits fill your bikini top. I finally get myself situated sitting down next to you, feeling the steamy waves all over my body. I'm not sitting long before our lips are locked in a kiss. I love the way your tongue feels in my mouth. Submersed, my hand slowly drifts towards your inner thigh on a quest. I start to rub your crotch through your bikini panties, and you feel electricity through your body. You go a step further, and reach your hand into my shorts, gently grabbing my stiffening cock. I moan softly while you jerk me up and down. Only you can make me this hard. I get both of my hands around your waist, and I pull you onto me--so that you're straddling me, with your knees on the spa seat. I start kissing your neck passionately, sucking lightly, but hard enough that you're just a little worried that I might leave a mark. I trace my hands up along your sides, and around your back, and I tug at your top. You stop playing with my dick long enough to help me. Your wet tits look so good, and I can feel myself becoming more aroused. I work my hands down, slightly massaging your body, until they rest on your butt. I love the way it feels to have my hands gripping your ass. You've pulled my shorts down far enough now, so that my cock is completely free. My hard-on is raging. You slowly work your left hand up and down my shaft, while your right hand is cupping my balls gently. I start sucking on your nipples, alternating between them slowly, while I rock you into me slowly, in a humping motion. You feel weightless in the water. Your nipples harden, and I can tell you're getting a little restless. I work myself free by easing your hands away from their grip, and lifting one side of you long enough for me to get by. I get behind you, and stand your legs up, leaning you over the side of the spa. You can feel my fingers prying at the sides of your bikini bottoms, followed by me pulling them down your legs. You lift your feet in turn, long enough to be completely free. Your ass and pussy look so willing in the dim light. You reach your hands back behind you, tugging at my shorts. I can tell that you want me to be naked with you, so I slip them off, all of our clothing meeting at the basin of the spa. You can feel my fingers rubbing at your clit, as you half sense/half feel me get into a kneeling position behind you. You can feel your pussy start to flow. You let out a deep breath of hot air as you feel my tongue on your lips. I'm spreading your legs further open now, with my hands as I work my tongue all over your pussy. I slowly work my middle finger into your hole as I tease your clit with the tip of my tongue. I can feel the inner vaginal walls tightening around my finger. I start to work a second, and then a third finger into your snatch, while I suck on your clit gently. I start to rub my cock in anticipation with my free hand, while I fuck your cunt with my fingers. It turns me on so much to feel the moist warmth deep inside your pussy. Normally, I'd stop now, long enough for you to take my dick in your mouth. I love the way it feels to have your tongue swirling around my hardening cock. I love the way your lips look, when you suck it in and out of your mouth. I love the way your cheeks cave in a little as you try and fit as much of my cock as you can into your throat. But I'm way too horny to stop myself. I stand up slowly. You look back over your shoulder and you can see my cock glistening as the light catches the water dripping off of it. I pull my fingers out of your hot pussy, and I rest my hands on either side of your waist. Then you feel it--my cock rubbing against your pussy. I slide it back and forth a few times on the underside of your slit. This must feel really good, because I can hear your moaning deeply. You're impatient, I can tell, when I feel your hand reaching between your legs to grab my cock. you push it back gently, so you can line it up with your pussy, and then you pull it into you while you push your ass back. A joint effort of penetration. My cock slides effortlessly into your wet pussy. I feel my heart skip a beat. That first thrust is always magical. I pull back, and you feel me sliding out of you, stopping only when just the tip of the head is left inside. Then I pull your hips back, while I slide it back in. You can feel me picking up the pace slowly, as we contine this humping motion. Your pussy feels so good, gripping my cock. It's so tight and soft. Now that we have a consistent motion, I let go of your waist, and reach my hands around to your tits. I can see you move your hand down between your legs, and start rubbing two or three fingers on your clit in a circular motion. I can feel your pussy tighten when you start to do this. I'm slowly rolling your nipples between my thumbs and middle fingers. The noises you make throughout all of this are almost enough to put me over the edge. Sometimes it's just deep breathing, and other times it sounds almost like a whimper. Still others, it's nothing short of a yell of pleasure. You can feel my balls slapping against your hand as you work your clit, while we slam ourselves into each other. We're fucking faster and faster now, and I must have gotten a little carried away, because I can feel myself bottoming out on a couple of strokes. You have such a nice tight little pussy. I let go of your tits, and one hand traces along down your back, resting in the small of your back. The other hand disappears momentarily--then you feel my thumb pressing against your asshole. The only feedback I get is a soft "Unh." You're moist from the water, and the steamy sex, so that I don't meet much resistance as I slowly push my thumb deeper inside of you. I remember when you weren't sure whether you enjoyed this or not, and it always made me wonder why then did it always bring you so close to orgasm. "No Rob, I'll cummm!", you plead. My cock twitches at hearing you say that, and from feeling my thumb working in and out of your ass, on the other side of your pussy wall. "Let's cum! I can't hold out much longer.", I whisper. You increase the speed of your diddling fingers, and gyrate your ass faster and faster against me. "I'm cummmming!!", you scream. As I feel your pussy spasming, gripping my cock, refusing to let it go. I also feel your ass tighten around my thumb. This causes a chain reaction which sends my cock plunging deeper and faster in and out of your pussy until I shoot my load deep inside of you in multiple jets of hot cum. You can feel my hot cream filling you up inside, and this pushes you to a more intense orgasm. I can feel your pussy continue spasming as your legs and butt shake visibly. When you finally slow to a gently rocking motion, and your hand leaves your pussy, I slowly pull out of you. I gently guide you into a sitting position, this time I'm straddling you. I wrap my arms around you, and kiss you deeply. Then we stop. We both say "I love you" simultaneously, giggle, then find ourselves lost in another kiss. Moonlight Sonata The Residence was still and quiet under the last full moon of summer. The stucco walls of the bungalows glowed like mother of pearl. The walkways between them dappled with silver and shadow. The two-story bungalows were arranged in a rectangle facing inward to a beautifully landscaped commons area. Each had a walled-in courtyard garden in the back overlooked by a second-story balcony. The parking facilities were arranged out of site and sound by a beautiful row of stately oak trees and flowering shrubs. This was a private, gaited community, the residents either retired and well to do, or young to middle-aged professionals. She quietly opened the front door of her bungalow and slipped out into the night, locking her door behind her. It was 1:00 a.m. and she wore only a short, silk kimono-style robe. She walked bareheaded and barefoot down the cobblestone path toward the community center at the northeast corner of The Residence. The night was filled with moonlight and shadow….magic, she smiled to herself, a night to be treasured, savored…She paused, thinking she heard footsteps behind her, pretending to smell the moon flowers blooming by the path as she listened. Smiling to herself, she continued on her way, trusting, unafraid. She came to the door of the community center, an architect’s dream of stucco and glass….the entire roof an intricate pattern of window pains, glowing in the moonlight. Unlocking the door, she hesitated, then, a sly smile on her lips, she went in without locking it behind her. She did not turn on the lights. The moonlight glowing through the glass roof cast a surreal light over the hallways. She knew the building intimately and had no difficulty making her way to the large aquatic area. The moonlight glowed on the water, turning it to liquid silver. She bypassed the large pool and walked toward the smaller therapy pool, the water slightly steaming the air-conditioned room. Walking to a cabinet recessed in the wall, she opened it and turned on the stereo system. She picked through her favorite cd’s and loaded them into the player, programming her favorites carefully. Then, stepping to the edge of the pool, she untied the robe and let it slip to the pool deck, raising her arms to the night, the moon turning her body the color of fine porcelain. She was totally bare…from head to toe…………. He had just gone into his bedroom and was looking out the window over-looking the commons when he spotted her starting down the path. Where could she be going, dressed only in robe, at this time of night? Not bothering with shirt or shoes, his jeans unbuttoned, he quickly slipped out his own door and followed cautiously behind. When she paused to smell the moonflowers, he slipped behind a large oak tree, holding his breath until she moved on. He watched her enter the commons building and waited a minute or two, then quietly approached the door, smiling when he found it unlocked. He made his way quietly down the hall, thinking of what he knew about her…. He had first seen her six months ago when he toured The Residence before he bought his bungalow. She had been teaching a in water ballet in the small pool. She had been wearing a swimsuit of shimmering teal, almost iridescent, cut low in the back to her buttocks and with a deep v-neck in front plunging between her breasts. She had on a matching swim cap. He was mesmerized by the grace of her movements, and caught his breath when she opened her eyes to catch his gaze, as if she knew she was being watched. Her skin was very fair, and dusted with freckles on every inch he could see exposed. The manager of The Residence noticed his gaze and told him she lived in the bungalow next to the one he was looking at purchasing. She had lived there, alone, for 3 years, and operated a small private therapy practice housed in the community center. She also taught classes in water exercise and water ballet in the pool there. Two weeks after he moved in, he gave into the temptation to get to know her better and enrolled in her water ballet class. Each session he had trouble focusing on the movements, his eyes preferring to watch her graceful motion through the water, but he soon learned the routine and delighted in trying to move in perfect time with her, imagining that they were the only two in the pool, performing a silent dance. He arrived early on purpose one day, to look at the cd’s in her stereo cabinet. She had caught him and they had laughed, then gotten into a conversation on how music could evoke images, feelings, thoughts. He had made mental notes of all the titles she used to draw from and had purchased them, listening to each to get to know her better. He had started slipping in some of his favorites, and he noticed with satisfaction that she had started to use some of them during her classes. He had also noticed early on, that his bedroom balcony overlooked her garden. He would often sit quietly in the evening and watch her read by candlelight, stretched out on a chaise set among her flowers. Or smile at her tending her garden, handling each plant lovingly as if it were a child. He drew her into another conversation after class one evening over books, discovering that they had many favorites in common and many contrasts. He left a copy of Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” on her doorstep one morning before he left for work, and came home that evening to find a volume of the works of T.S. Eliot waiting on his. Their discussions after class became more intense and more frequent, but he always left alone…..longing for more, yet afraid to ask. When he had seen her leaving her bungalow tonight he had not been able to resist. All evening he had been feeling anticipation, knowing something was about to happen……this was a night of moonlight and magic, a night for fantasy to become reality…… He reached the door of the aquatic area and stopped, remaining in the shadow of the entry, watching her program the stereo system. He nearly gasped aloud when she stepped to the edge of the pool and dropped her robe, stunned by her bareness, her boldness, the moonlight turning her body to mother of pearl. He smiled as she slipped into the pool, making her way to the center, and assumed the starting position for her ballet routine as the first strains of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata sounded from the stereo system. He could not stop his body from moving closer, drawn to the music, the water….to her. He stopped at the top of the steps that led into to water and slipped off his jeans, wearing nothing underneath, and made his way into the warmth…… She sensed his presence before she heard him. She knew by his scent, mixed with that of the water, that it was Him. She did not turn, the water currents telling her that he approached her. He stopped behind her, assuming the same posture, his movements mirroring hers, his body a breath away but not touching. She could feel the heat from him, like an electric current through the water. Her head came only to his chest; her 5’6” frame dwarfed by his 6’ 6” one. They moved together in perfect rhythm as the sonata ended and the music changed to Enya’s “a day without rain”. They went through the routine silently in harmony, as each song came and went, the intensity and tempo of the music shifting, deepening as they progressed, a long slow foreplay…. The came to the last motion, the strains of Alice in Chains “Whale & Wasp”, but instead of turning 180 degrees as she did, he stayed still, so that she came to a dead stop facing him, her breath warm against his chest. She tilted her head to look up at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. His gaze locked with hers, his dark eyes filled with a passion that made her want and fear at the same time. Who was he, truly? What would he ask, demand, of her? Did she trust him? And slowly……yes…..she did, and the trust filled her golden brown eyes. The music began again, Dan Fogelberg’s “Dancing Shoes”. He drew her into his arms as they began to dance slowly through the water, a pas de deux. He guided her through the warm pool, stopping as the music changed again “Orestes” by A Perfect Circle. Her back was the to corner of the deepest end of the pool, her shoulders submerged, the water just coming the bottom of his ribs. His body pinned hers against the wall as he brought his mouth down to trap hers. She did not struggle, but met his demands with her own, passion for passion. He pinned her arms behind her back and pulled her body against his, deepening the kiss, ravaging her mouth, seeking to capture her soul……. His hands slipped down to her buttocks and he lifted her onto the edge of the pool. She looked down into his eyes, gaze unwavering, bracing her weight on her arms, as he spread her legs and grasped her ankles, holding her open to gaze at her bareness, the moon shining on her shaved head, the water in silver droplets on her body. He leaned in and licked the water from around her navel, his tongue making a warm trail downward, across her bare pubis, to lightly tease her clit, already swollen. He smiled as the music changed, the sounds of Evanescence’s “Bring me to life” filling the room, “breathe into me and make me real”…he blew lightly on her open center. She trembled and moaned. He licked the mixture of her wetness and the water, teasing her with his tongue, holding her so she couldn’t move. He tortured her for what seemed like hours, her body riding the edge of an approaching orgasm but not going over…..the music continued with Evanescence and as it played “Taking Me Over” he pulled her clit into his mouth sucking hard, biting, as she dropped over the edge screaming in ecstasy…….. He pulled her shaking body down into the water, surrounding it with his own, stroking her back slowly as her breathing slowed. He kissed her as Annie Lennox began to sing “A thousand beautiful things”, then holding her close against him he walked to the steps and carried her out of the pool, setting her down long enough only to wrap her robe around her, slip on his jeans, and turn off the stereo. He once more lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the building, pausing at the door so she could lock it, before proceeding down the moonlit path. The scents of moist earth and flowers surrounded them as they moved through moonlight and shadow to the steps of his bungalow. They did not speak, but he looked at her as he paused before going to the door. Silently she nodded her consent, though he could feel her heart beating against his chest. He carried her across the threshold and up the stairs to his master bedroom, in every sense of the word. The front window looked over the commons, and opposite it were French doors opening onto the balcony overlooking the courtyard garden. In the center of one wall was a king-sized, four poster iron bedstead with a mirror at the head of it. At one side of the bed stood an ornate wooden chest. He placed her on her feet at the center of the foot of the bed, slipping her wet robe off her, and turning to open the chest. He removed four, padded leather cuffs with large rings on them, looking at her to be sure she understood what he meant to do. She only smiled up at him and spread her arms and legs for him. He placed a cuff around each ankle and wrist, snug but not tight, and fetching some nylon cord from the chest, he turned her to face the bed secured her standing spread eagle to four rings welded to each of the bed posts. Then he placed a blindfold over her eyes. He crossed to the opposite wall and turned on the stereo in the floor to ceiling wood cabinet. The strains of Mozart filled the room as he crossed back to her. His fingers stroked lightly down the back of her long neck, making her shiver beneath his touch, her body was tuned like an instrument ready for him to play…… His fingers trailed lightly down her back, caressing her bare buttocks, then suddenly his hand came down hard on her left ass cheek. She tensed but did not cry out. The stroking resumed, light as a feather, then he smacked the right cheek. He continued the pattern, spanking her at points where the music reached a crescendo, her buttocks growing pink then red. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound. The music ended and so did his sweet torture. She could hear him getting something from the chest, but could not see what. She felt his body close behind her again as Sarah McLachlan started to sing from the speakers, “Possession”. His hands came around to her breasts and his thumbs stroked her nipples, pinching, pulling……She felt something cold on her skin and let out an involuntary gasp as he placed a clamp on first the right and then the left nipple. The tension of the chain connecting the clamps fell heavy and cool against her abdomen as he let it drop, the weight pulling her sensitive nipples. His slipped a hand between her open legs and stroked her wetness, then brought his fingers to her lips. She opened them and sucked herself from his fingers hungrily, as his other hand replaced them and then plunged into her, fucking her. Her body again tensed against her bonds. He slipped his fingers from her mouth and removed the blindfold, taking her chin in his hand to hold it so she had to watch herself in the mirror, her body glowing in the moonlight coming through the windows. His fingers continued their ceaseless rhythm until once more she came, crying out, body heaving…… He held her with one arm as he released her quaking body from its bonds, knowing her legs would not support her once the restraints were removed. He laid her torso face down on the bed and slipped off his jeans, releasing his erection. He slid it between her legs to moisten it, then slipped two fingers into her slit to wet them. He rubbed a finger slowly across her pink rosebud, soothing her as he slipped one then two fingers inside to stretch her in preparation. He could feel and hear her breathing as she forced her body to relax and accept him. Then he removed his fingers and pushed the tip of his erection into her slowly, giving her time to accommodate his size. He inched his way into her and held himself still, fully imbedded in her tight embrace, his hands on her back holding her still. He began to move in and out of her, his hands slipping down to caress her ass cheeks, as Sarah continued to sing “Sweet Surrender”. His pace quickened and when she began to thrust back against him he could no longer contain himself. Thrusting deeply, he buried himself in her ass and filled her, his cum spurting out around him to run down her legs, mixing with her juices as she followed him. He held very still, feeling her body go limp with the exhaustion only such deep passion could cause. Carefully he slipped from her, and shifted her body completely onto the bed. He went into the master bath and turned on the shower. Returning to the bed, he removed the clamps and the cuffs and then lifted her, carrying her into the shower. He set her feet down on the tile floor, but held her tight against him as he began to gently wash her shaved head, her tired, tender body. She began to recover and reached up to wash his dark hair, smiling into his face. Her hands slid down his back, his buttocks and around to his penis, already growing hard at her touch. She knelt and took him into her mouth, sucking him slowly, pulling him all the way in. He held her head as her oral massage continued, one hand caressing his testicles, the other grasping his buttocks. He lost control and came, feeling her swallow his cum. They rinsed each other under the steaming water and he wrapped her in a large bath towel, once again lifting her, like a prize this time, to carry her out to the balcony and place her on his chaise. He went back inside to reset the stereo and wrap a towel around himself, then returned to lie beside her, taking her in his arms as the twilight faded to dawn, and Sarah McLachlan began to sing again, “In the arms of an angel….. Moonlight Sonata [Hi, loves. This is my first written story, and it's a bit different. My writing style is naturally a bit convoluted - but I hope you enjoy it. Please leave me comments with your thoughts. I'll eventually continue this, but I only had about an hour to write down the vague ideas. If it's something that fits with the caliber of this site, I'd be happy to finish more.] Libretto had never been a patient, kind, or considerate man. On the contrary, his narcissistic, phlegmatic personality had lead most people to instant revulsion. Despite his obvious short comings, society was enraptured – totally ensnared by his deliciously, eternally perfect face, and more importantly, by his music. Libretto was a musician, a congenial, dark knight able to wield any instrument from the elegant bow of a glossy violin, to the gleaming fluting stem of the clarinet with irrepressible skill. Libretto was gifted, and likewise cursed, with the insatiable desire for innovation. As a result, his flowing sonatas each held a sweet, irreplaceable sound, completely individual: as perfectly personal as a fingerprint. Libretto tired quickly of his lavish homes, rich clothing, and lusty beauties – in fact, the only element of his vain life which pleased him on a regular basis was his absolute love for his own fame. But like all things, that changed. He didn’t know her name, and made no attempt at attaining it. In his mind, he had already assembled a vast collection of names for her, and he felt no compulsion to relinquish the intimate secrecy and mystery of this woman. She, for that was all he knew her as, was invulnerable to his intoxicating melodies, bored of his extravagance, utterly unimpressed by his strong stature – but nightly, she would obediently attend his concert hall. And nightly he would labor to draw his majestic musical movements to newly tremulous heights, hoping to elicit the same sigh of ecstasy from her as from the rest of the swaying crowd, but nightly, he was disappointed, and while his audience grew drunk by his composition, he fell violently for the shimmering shroud of luminescence she surrounded herself with. Libretto was by no means an ordinary man. His grievances, which were deep and marring to the tolerance of any, were covered with an alluring polish; his thick, glistening auburn hair cascading gently over a pair of piercing azure eyes. His eyes were remarkably true to the old cliché – they were windows to his soul. They would flicker, the cerulean tumult raging stormily within, his irises thin blades of ice, hardening to a deep gray at the core of each sapphire. His almond eyes were feathered with a fringe of shadowy, seductive lashes, and his nose followed the smooth, strong contour of his profile, before melding into sensuous carmine lips. He was tall, the breadth of a lady’s hand above six generous feet, and his body was hard, toned, and built to a cruel, cold perfection. Every night, he would shun the cooing, simpering women of his willing collection, and instead pluck a voluptuous maiden from his crowd, soothing his selection’s enraged husband with a quick word of praise. Libretto’s charisma was paralleled in his attitude only in his music. This lady, she was a beauty among beauties, a queen Aphrodite reigning with a crown of stars and a scepter of allure. Her feminine figure seemed to have the consistency of water; curving lusciously at the smooth, aquiline lines of her milky breasts, drawing in to the tapered, taut sweep of her waist, before gently fluting outwards into provocative hips and shapely, impossibly lengthy legs. Her hair was spun gold – always slightly tousled from the elaborate twists, falling gently upon her sloping shoulders, the glossy tresses sweeping tantalizingly with each enchanting movement of her elegant neck. Hey eyes – Libretto could lose himself in the startling depths of her widely-spaced, fawn-like eyes, always slanted by her thick, sultry eyelashes. Her lips were perpetually pouty, supple and deepened at the corners of her alluring mouth, always composed into a soft, bona fide smile. By night, he had wooed her to no avail, each frustrating failure leading him to desperation. He finally turned his wrath to his courtier husband, pulling his strings of influence likes the thrumming bands of a mandolin, beating out a staccato samba for his marionettes to dance to. And dance the man did – soon leaving his wife for a secured life of social extravagance. And then, his little angel, his fleeting, teasing maid was his. -- He broke her will down slowly. “Don’t fret, my tiny songbird, your frown brings clouds to obscure the moon.” His voice was husky, rich, and aesthetically pleasing to the ear. Libretto patiently encircled her bare shoulders with a willowy arm, and pulled her coaxingly to his body, burying his statuesque face in her luxurious curls. He could feel electricity run through her slender body, and she bristled against his skilled touch, subtly pushing him away. He laughed, and the sound was as if he had woven together the silvery pepper of the sky to smith perfect starry bells, ringing out with the charm of the heavens. He murmured something incoherent, a wicked smile manipulating his sweet lips into a smirk, before he brushed the sensitive skin coating the graceful nape of her neck with the textured pads of his fingertips, watching in fascination as tiny goose bumps rose from the sensation of his touch. She was his clandestine dream, but she was still a merely a woman, for all the appeal, and he knew how to pleasure any woman. A curling finger tipped teasingly beneath the hem of her neckline, and tugged downwards with a slow, languid deliberation. As soon as he had freed her breasts, his lips followed the trail of his dancing fingertips, moving like liquid fire down her throat, rounding over the silky intone of her collarbone, curling affectionately over her pearly, pert breasts. The creamy skin tensed as he flicked his tongue through his lips, tasting the residual almond from her oil, tracing the crescent of skin below her pale breast, coating the firm orb of flesh with barely detectable, feathery kisses. As his flicking tongue reached her darkened areolas, he delicately nibbled the miniscule bumps on the flushed skin, and he felt her feminine figure melt into his arms, dissipating into liquid, as a quivering moan simmered from her abdomen to her lips, pouring from her mouth like rich, sweet syrup. He relished in her enjoyment, and ground the tip of his tongue firmly into her enlarged, swollen nipples, rotating his mouth on the hardened flesh, his gentle hands grasping her tempting breast and dragging across her skin with light, quick jumps, to finish at the hardened, rosy bud of her nipple, twisting it smoothly upon the pad of his thumb. His head was buried in her flesh, and he could hear her heightened heart beat, letting it resound in his rhythm-drunk mind, before hungrily pulling downwards on the waistline of her gown. It slipped tantalizingly, revealing her slim stomach – the type of innate, casual beauty which could only be naturally attained forming her slender torso into a perfect taper. Libretto followed the curve of her belly button, over the soft, inviting v-shape of her hips, to the small of her back, where he imparted a fiery kiss to each of the vertebrae raising a bump on her alabaster back. His traveling mouth reached her neck, and his fingertips finally left her round, perked breasts to entangle themselves roughly in her hair as he rocked her, begging the blood in his groin to slow, and allow the moments to linger slowly. His strong hands pushed out of the silken strands, and traces over her shoulders, beneath her graceful arms, and down to her hips, dropping the fabric of her dress over her slender, silky legs in a whisper of rich material. He inverted, and repeated his path down her spine, gently coaxing her silky thighs open, her happy, whimpering sighs causing her legs to quiver. His tongue darted out and followed the curve of her legs, lapping at the glistening wetness which was trickling in small, delicious rivulets down her thighs. His tongue rubbed against her aroused pussy, and the same golden haze which crowned her magnificent head protected a perfect slit of pink. The tip of his tongue dipped through her lips, extending through her pussy, dancing in small, concentric circles, before teasing slowly beneath her hood. Her taste dribbled over his lips, and he felt his knees weaken with desire, his already stiff erection threatening the expensive, tented fabric at his crotch. He teased her hardened clit from her silky folds, and suckled at it, swirling around it while placing a palm forcefully against the flat expanse of her belly, steadying her swooning, tightening frame. He could feel her body writhing sinuously, about to split with the sexual tension, ready to release, and he drew his mouth cruelly from his legs. Her protest had taken a new note, and she groaned, his little pet begging for the touch she had been so repulsed by previously. “Now, now, my sweet pet. The sun is rising, so you must hide yourself in the shadows. I refuse to touch you, refuse to see you by the garish light of day. So flee.” His little angel refused, still thrust into the turmoil of passion and despair. And it broke his heart, but he tangled his curling digits in her silky tresses, and dragged her forcefully, remarking in the smooth, graceful movements of her body, even while so horribly conflicted. He threw her from his rooms, and closed the doors, and caressed the satiny mahogany of his violin instead, and the sweet notes thrummed almost as sweetly as her hungry body. Over time she was trained, and his passion for fame and fortune diminished just as quickly as her potent will. The majesty, the pure perfection of her sculpted body bathing in the silky, silvery moonrays left him breathless, and despite his complete and utter fascination, he always left her once the gray crescent had faded into the silky expanse of deep blue. Even on the verge of orgasm, he thrust her from his bed, unwilling to let the intimacy of her mysteriousness be cleared by the light of day. It has been said that the luminous sun reveals all. Moonlight Sonata The masquerade ball was going magnificently and the guests couldn't stop dancing. I stood outside, on the balcony, overlooking a few guests that had meandered out for a stroll. The sky was perfectly clear, the moon full and bright as the stars twinkled above me. I was wearing a dark red satin corset with a floor-length skirt black skirt and black heels. Having been standing for several hours now, my feet were killing me and I felt as though I was ready to retire to my room in the hotel. I scanned the crowd of guests inside, everyone still wearing their masks, their identities remaining tucked safely away. I was struggling internally, aching for a certain someone to be there but relieved that he wasn't. Perhaps I could sneak out, make it to my room without anyone noticing that I was gone. We set everything up but I didn't need to be there to take it down until tomorrow. Stepping inside, I began to weave through the bodies coupled together on the dance floor. I managed to stifle a yawn, the champagne quickly putting me to sleep. Halfway through the room, I was stopped by a very tall gentleman in a black tux wearing a top hat and a black mask around his eyes. I had no idea who he was but he was wanting a dance so I obliged. We waltzed around the room while I silently prayed for the song to be over quickly, my feet aching terribly. The song changed and the man seemed as if he was unwilling to release me. I looked around the room, my own mask shifting and causing some difficulty in seeing anyone I could call to for a rescue. I was about to push away, already muttering something about being very tired when I felt a hand wrap around my waist from behind. The person spun me around and I heard his voice telling the man I was just dancing with to leave, it was time for him to move on. Christopher pulled me to him tightly, his hand firm around my back as he held the other and Moonlight Sonata began playing. We moved with the music, dancing through the room as if we were the only two there. I breathed in deeply, holding him tightly, afraid that if the music stopped then he would be gone, that it would be some fantasy and I was dancing with someone else. I couldn't have been more wrong. The song ended and Christopher placed his hand under my chin, tilting my head up so I could meet his lips with mine. I melted into him, our tongues dancing to a different song now. We pulled away and I felt lightheaded, asking if we could step outside for air. He grabbed two flutes off of a waiter's tray and followed me back onto the balcony. The skirt was too large for me to sit so I began moving to the railing only to find Christopher leaning against it, pulling me back so I was leaning against him. I could barely feel his cock pressing against my ass and I fought every urge to begin grinding against him. "How have you been?" He asked, his warm breath tickling the exposed skin on my neck and shoulders. "Good, I've been good. As usual, I am sorry for all of the messages." I hung my head in shame, staring at the marble floor and wishing it was a pool I could sink into. "I've been busy." "Yes, I know. I'm sorry." I was almost whispering now, scolding myself for always acting like a psychotic woman with him. He didn't deserve that. "Stop apologizing. If I wanted an apology then I would say that. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry." He couldn't help but laugh, his right hand that was resting on my hip had begun to move across my chest and rest on my left shoulder. I began to tremble. There were people all around us but I felt like it was only the two of us. I slid my hand behind me, lowering it to his throbbing cock. I cursed the huge fucking skirt I was wearing, wishing it was something shorter so I could just lift it and have him take me right here. I was breathless. "What's wrong?" He asked, squeezing me even tighter. "I want you." "I know. What do you want?" "I want to feel your cock." "Where do you want to feel it?" By now, his hand has left my shoulder and is cupping my left breast, kneading it in his fingers. I am moaning softly, my head back and resting against his chest. "I want your cock in my mouth, I want to suck your cock, Sir." "And if I told you to do it right here, right now?" "Then I would fall to my knees and lavish your cock with my wet mouth." "Good girl." I groaned, my pussy clenching for a cock that isn't there. He slid his hand under my corset, his fingers now squeezing my hard nipples. I was dying to leave, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as he continued torturing my nipple. "Please Christopher, please take me to my room." I begged, my hand working up and down his stiff cock. He pulled his hand out and spun me around, his lips pressing against mine as our tongues explored each other's mouth. I was hungry for him, sliding my hand under the waistband of his pants to feel the velvet shaft of his cock. He grabbed me just before I reached it and pulled my hand out, hissing. He then pushed me back and told me to go. "Go to the room, I will be there in a minute. I will have my own key and I want you in your proper place when I get there." "Yes Sir." I didn't ask questions, I knew better. I simply turned and walked through the ballroom, almost floating. No one tried to stop me and it wouldn't have mattered if they did, I wasn't going to stop. There was nothing that was going to keep me from pleasing him tonight. I slid the card through the door, unlocking it. I then ran inside, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall into a puddle of black satin around my feet. I wasn't sure how much time I had before he arrived and I didn't want to disappoint him. I grabbed the skirt and threw it on a chair in the corner, quickly dropping to my knees in only the red corset, black lace panties and black heels. My feet were together, my ass barely resting on the backs of my heels. My knees were spread apart and my back straight as my chest stuck out. I placed my hands on each thigh and faced the floor, waiting. I heard the lock disengage and my heart began racing. As soon as Christopher stepped inside, closing the door behind him, I stretched my arms forward, leaning down and resting my palms on the floor while raising my ass in the air. My face was inches from the carpet as I waited for my inspection. "It's been a long time. Who have you fucked since?" He asked as he walked slowly around me, his hand lightly tracing the curve of my ass and teasing my dripping pussy. "No one." My heart began beating even faster, he knew I was insatiable and I could only hope that he believed me. He didn't say anything else. I remained frozen as he slid my panties to the side and slipped a single finger into my pussy. I knew he would be able to tell so I exhaled a sigh of relief. He pulled out and I groaned, aching to be filled with anything. I listened to his feet as he moved over the carpet until he was standing in front of me. He reached down and tapped me on my back and I raised myself, my ass resting on my heels once more. I was staring at such a gorgeous specimen of a man and I wish there were a million different ways I could tell him. I felt my nipples tighten and my pussy quiver as I reached up and undid the belt and then the button on his pants and then the zipper. I licked my lips as I watched him remove the coat, unbutton his shirt and removing the tie. He was standing before me in only his pants now and those were hung teasing open, his cock mere inches from my watering mouth. He was taking his time, tormenting me, torturing me. I had waited patiently, until now. I was close to screaming and he knew it. "Please Sir... please may I have your cock?!" "You may take it out but may not touch it with your mouth." I groaned loudly, making my frustration evident. I reached up and pulled his pants down, along with his underwear. He stepped out of them and his cock bounced inches in front of me and I couldn't help but stick my tongue out to catch the glisten pearl ready to drip off of the swollen head. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, shaking his head as he grabbed his cock and stroked it. I watched as his fist tightened around the thick shaft, his hand squeezing it as it slid up and down. He stepped closer and held his cock just above my lips, my mouth opened slightly, warm breath caressing his magnificent fuck stick. I waited for him to shove it into my mouth, to fuck the hell out of my face until I was tearing and gagging or begging him to stop. He smiled down at me and began smacking my face with his cock. Embarrassment flushed over me, my cheeks turning pink as he smacked my lips and chin and cheeks with his cock. He then walked behind me, pulling my head back and resting his cock on my forehead. I was humiliated, unsure of what he wanted me to do now, his cock taunting me as I looked at the glistening tip resting above my eyes. "What are you?" "I am a slut" I said softly. "Not good enough, what are you?" "I am a dirty slut, a cock loving whore." "Good girl." He then smacked my forehead with his cock and I shuddered. "Who's cock loving whore are you?" "Yours, Sir. I am your dirty, cock loving slut whore." "Who do you belong to?" "You, Sir." "And what do you do for me?" "I take care of your cock, Sir. I do whatever you tell me to do, no matter what it is." "And if I want to fuck you in the ass?" "Then I will give you my ass and beg you to be gentle." "You don't beg me to be anything, you take my cock as I see fit, I do what I want, don't I?" "Yes Sir, I'm sorry." He walked back to the front of me, my forehead feeling the absence of his cock. I watched his cock bounce in front of me as he reached down and pulled my tits up, spilling them over the top of my corset. He then pulled my hair and brought me up on my knees, slapping his fat cock over my hard nipples, poking the head against then and then smacking them more. I was moaning, my mouth watering as I licked my lips. He pushed my head forward, his cock sliding into my mouth and banging against the back of my throat. I was gagging as he began fucking my mouth, his cock filling my throat. I was dripping saliva from my stretched lips as he worked back and forth. Then he stopped, pulling his cock from my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting us. "Hold your tits together around my cock." I grabbed my tits, squeezing them around his cock until it wasn't visible anymore. He began thrusting his hips. He pushed my head down and I opened my mouth, catching the swollen head between my lips every time it popped up. He gave one final thrust, shoving it into my mouth and down my throat as his cock erupted, spilling ropes of seed into me. I sucked and swallowed every delicious drop, sucking even harder to make sure there was nothing left before relenting and releasing his cock. He walked away from me, sitting on the chair in the corner that I threw my skirt on. "Do you have any toys here?" "Only a new one I got online. It is a necklace so no one can tell what it is." "Where is it?" "In my purse, over there" I pointed to my purse, resting on the table. "Get it out and bend over the table, keep your legs apart and one hand under you, I want to watch as you masturbate with it." "Yes Sir." I went to stand so I could walk over there. "Crawl." I crawled over to the table and then stood, reaching into my purse to pull out my new toy. I saw it online and knew I had to have it. It was from a company called Crave and it looked like a nail, a shiny, decorative nail. It was made to look like jewelry but could be used anywhere since it was so quiet. I pulled the vibrator out and slid my hand under me as I bent over the table, my legs spread and my pussy facing him. Another moment of embarrassment crossed over me as I lay in front of him, open and exposed for his inspection. He said nothing as I parted my puffy lips, wet and glistening with my juices. I slid the nail over my engorged clit and my pussy instantly began contracting, grasping for a cock that isn't there. I made sure to move slowly, letting him watch as my hole opened and closed, the muscles tightening as I brought myself to the edge and then stopped, doing this several times over. By the third time, just as I pulled the nail away from my clit before my orgasm, Christopher brought his hand across my ass, heat rushing over my pale flesh and my skin turning a soft shade of pink. I jumped up but he pushed me back down, standing behind me as he ordered me to keep going. I ran the nail over my clit as he began smacking my ass over and over again. The pain coursing over my skin as the nail brought me pleasure was too intense and I forgot to pull away before screaming out, my orgasm tearing through my body and causing me to thrash against the table. Christopher continued smacking my now red ass until the tremors subsided and I was able to breathe again. He reached forward and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back at the same time he slid his cock into my pussy. He stretched me, filling me completely and leaving his cock fully buried as my muscles tightened around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He moved slowly, allowing my pussy to memorize every throbbing inch of his magnificent cock, filling me completely before withdrawing to leave only the head in. I gripped the end of the table, the nail falling to the floor as I pushed back against him. I wanted him harder, faster. I wanted him to fuck me until my pussy hurt so I could feel his cock inside of me hours after he finished. He pulled out completely, smacking my ass several more times and scolding me for being impatient. I whimpered and begged. "Please Sir... please use me as your personal fuck toy, please fuck your dirty little slut and make me your cum whore... please!!" That was all it took, he began pounding into me like a jackhammer, his balls smacking hard against my clit as he drilled me. I was crying out, my cunt growing sore as he speared his cock into me. He was like a wild animal and fucked me hard and fast, my hips digging into the edge of the table to leave bruises for me to remember him by. I cried out, begging for more, pushing against him. I knew that he wouldn't last long at this pace, my hand sneaking under my body so my fingers could rub my clit. I caressed his balls first, full and heavy and wonderful. I then went to my clit and rubbed furiously as he fucked me, his orgasm fast approaching. I felt him grip my hair and yank my head up, lifting my body off of the table and pressing his chest against my back. His hand slid over me, resting around my neck, holding me tightly but not enough to block the air. My large tits were swinging everywhere, smacking together as he growled out and began filling me with his seed. My pussy convulsed around him as my own orgasm raced through me. I was milking his cock for every wonderful drop of him. He collapsed on top of me, our breath racing and our bodies covered in sweat. I felt him go soft inside of me, his cock slowly slipping out of my hole. I tried to tighten around him so he wouldn't slip out but it didn't work. He fell back into the chair, spent. I lifted myself from the table and managed to walk, on weak and shaky legs, to the bed... ***** (Will possibly continue the story to finish their weekend together, still unsure. XoXoXo)(P.S. I know there is spanking and rough play but I didn't feel it was enough to warrant going under BDSM.) Moonlight Sonata London, 1790 The moon shone full and bright on this night. For a brief moment, the shiny white orb centered itself perfectly within the window of the highest tower of the manor that sat atop the highest hill of London. It was at that very moment that Ashley entered the room. The young lady's pale green eyes lit up at the sight, stopping only for a moment to ensure the great oak door behind her hung open just ajar. Ashley glided like a fairy toward the window, skirts fluttering about her, white as snow with black trim brushing upon the gray stone floor. Her skin shone in the moonlight. It was soft and pale like her dress but with a hint of rose that brought the room to life when she smiled, for without her, the room was just a that, a bunch of stone blocks with ornate wooden furniture, and garnet drapes. With her, it was something worth remembering. Ashley's long black hair rippled with the gentle, cool breeze when she opened the window wide. It was striking and silky smooth like the fabric lining her decolletage. The petite lady looked about excitedly as if she expected someone to be there waiting for her, but there was nothing except the moon and stars for company. A beauty to behold for sure, but a small consolation compared to the lover she hoped to meet in the tower on this night. Disappointed but undeterred, Ashley smoothed her skirt and sat down in front of her piano. Dimples rose, and pink lips curled into a smile, for Ashley knew that her love could not resist her song. At least, she never had before. What Ashley did not know was that her love had already entered the high tower room more than an hour before. Lady Eliza stood in a dark corner like she had done thousands of times, concealed within shadow to stalk her prey. As a vampire, it was her way. A pariah even among her kind, Eliza had walked the Earth for centuries, leaving countless victims in her wake. Humanity long forgotten, compassion forsaken, Eliza's heart darkened with each victim taken. These were the sacrifices one had to make to survive as a creature of the night. As Eliza admired Ashley from across the tower room, paralyzed by emotions that she had never known, she knew that this was one sacrifice she could never make. The beast raged within her. It demanded that she satiate her wild hunger, satisfy the burning hellfires of lust within her. Eliza fought back her desires, drawing bloody tears from her vibrant kiwi eyes. Only a monster, Eliza thought, would yearn to despoil such a lovely creature. The vampire took one step forward and froze. Eliza was an unlikely beast. Her pretty face, fair skin, and long platinum locks of hair melted the hearts of men and women alike. Her lithe frame tempted even the most devout nun with the right suggestion. Her wardrobe, including the corseted black dress she wore tonight, was literally to die for. She could wear what she liked after all, for her undead body felt little pain. In this moment, however, none of that mattered for Eliza. She was denied the luxury of her own reflection, the curse of her kind, so she scarcely remembered her own beauty. She felt like an abomination compared to this pristine young angel gliding before her, and she believed she would have felt the same even if she remembered her face. Eliza was in love, completely undone by Ashley, and that was before she even began her song. Ashley sighed wistfully, unaware of the turmoil within the shadows of the tower. She closed her eyes, took a moment to compose herself as the moonlight silhouetted her soft frame, and wished for Lady Eliza to appear at her side. Her song had to be perfect if she was to draw her lover out of the darkness yet again. Perfection was no easy burden to bear, especially for an instrument so untested and new, but love inspired Ashley to curl her fingers atop those sleek piano keys. That was all the advantage she would need. Soft fingers danced along piano keys, striking with enough force to fill the chamber with Ashley's melody. She mixed high notes with low, sharp with flat, soft harmonies with heavy chords. Ashley poured her emotions into her song, imagining herself hand in hand with Eliza atop a meadow in the dark of night with only the moon and stars to guide them. Her keystrokes were forceful at first, as if willing what she wanted to happen. The melody became soft as she lost herself in her song. She no longer thought. She just played, letting her heart guide her fingers to find just the right notes to convey her feelings of love, of yearning, or compassion. The melody grasped Eliza's shriveled heart and pulled, leading her out of the shadows with an imaginary string. She felt like she was floating on air, her feet moving softly upon the stone floor. With years of predatory instinct, Eliza found herself looming behind her angel, still lost in song and unaware of Eliza's presence. The beast within had no answer for Eliza's love, however, so she simply stood and admired for a moment, wiping the blood from her cheeks. Ashley gasped when Eliza finally laid her hands upon her angel's shoulders. Such was her surprise, she nearly jumped out of her seat, but when Ashley realized her love had come to join her again, fright soon turned to delight. "Eliza!" Ashley cried out, pale green eyes alight with joy. She tried to get up, but Eliza gently held the young woman in place, shushing her with a smile. "Careful my darling," Eliza chided with a squeeze on Ashley's shoulders. "We mustn't alert anyone to my presence. I am your little secret, here to see my beautiful angel play her song." "I shall play something grand just for you," Ashley beamed up at Eliza, lifting herself up so Eliza could slide beneath her, which the vampire did with a wry smirk. "I always play my best with you by my side." "Is that so?" Eliza asked as she wrapped her arms about the angel sitting atop her lap. She held Ashley in a snug embrace. "Let us see if that holds true when I am beneath you then." "Is that a challenge?" Ashley retorted. A naughty smirk tugged at the corner of her lip as she brushed her back against Eliza's corseted bosom. "Yes," Eliza simply replied, happy to let Ashley brush and tease as she wished. Ashley nestled herself in Eliza's arms, leaning back against her lover as she reached out to play another melody. This time her fingers danced along the keys to a gentle and intimate tune. With her love pressed close behind her, Ashley dropped the ostentatious chords for lighter notes, notes that twinkled in the air and faded away like the hum of a finger sliding upon the rim of a glass goblet. A soft sigh escaped Ashley's parted pink lips as she wet them with her tongue, closed her eyes and let the gentle song carry her away. Eager to help Ashley along on her journey, Eliza caressed the raven haired beauty's sides. The vampire traced along her angel's curves. She brushed her fingertips up from from Ashley's hips, along the sides of her belly, barely skirting Ashley's breasts and pressing soft ripples into her dress. Eliza smiled, watching her little pianist sigh and coo as she freed her lovely shoulders from the confines of her dress. Ashley tucked in her shoulders, shivering in the cool night air, but Eliza's lips met her skin with gentle kisses along her shoulder and neck to keep her warm. "Oh Eliza," Ashley gasped as kisses sent a different kind of shiver coursing through her soft form. "How can I play our song when you fluster me so?" "Giving in to the challenge so soon?" Eliza asked with a bemused smile. She brushed her finger through Ashley's hair, gently stroking those soft, silky locks. "Yes.." Ashley breathed, looking up into her lover's striking kiwi eyes. "Will you make me your own?... Are you hungry?" Ashley asked hesitantly, tilting her head so that Eliza could gaze upon her neck. "I- I am now," Eliza stammered. Her eyes widened at the sight of Ashley's neck, ripe for the taking. She leaned in to press a soft kiss to Ashley's lips before gazing into her eyes once again. "Are you certain?" "I love you," Ashley declared with more certainty on the subject than Eliza had known in her seven hundred year life. That was more than enough for Eliza. Fangs rapidly descended in a tidal wave of emotion. Eliza smiled, razor sharp canines gleaming in the moonlight as the vampire displayed her true self in all of its undead glory. For her part, Ashley put on a brave face. It was hard not to be afraid of a vampire. Even wolves and bears hid from such creatures, but love was stronger than fear. Ashley was determined to make it so. The raven haired beauty nodded, displaying her neck for Eliza once again, and this time Eliza did not hesitate. Tips of fangs brushed along Ashley's delicate flesh, sending shivers rushing down her spine, pangs of anticipation erupting deep within her core. Eliza gently punctured skin, drawing a sharp gasp from Ashley's soft, pink lips while Eliza's tongue made sure none of Ashley's precious blood went to waste. The young woman squirmed against Eliza, unused to the primal urges that came with a vampire's kiss. Her lover gave her a reassuring squeeze just as both fangs slowly descended into Ashley's neck. A haze of pleasure fell over the dark haired woman. She sank back against Eliza, watching the vampire slurp blood from her neck like a chalice of vintage wine. Vision clouded, inhibitions shattered, Ashley knew that she could never resist Eliza's kiss even if she wanted to. She did not want to. Whether it was the supernatural powers of the vampire bite or the powerful feelings of her love, Ashley could no longer be sure. All she knew was the bite was bliss, and she never wanted it to end. Eliza sucked Ashley's precious blood as slowly as she could manage, wanting to cherish this moment for all eternity and more. One arm held her angel nice and secure, so she felt safe. The other trailed within Ashley's dress to meet her quivering core. Eliza tickled and prodded, parted Ashley's petals and slid two fingers within. The raven haired girl shuddered, rubbing her thighs wantonly against Eliza's hand. Her pale green eyes went wide with lust. The vampire smiled, lips pressed tightly to Ashley's neck. Understanding the woman's needs, she curled her fingers deep within Ashley's womanhood. Eliza guided Ashley through her throes of passion with soft strokes, plunging deep within her with each thrust, and teased her with the slightest wiggles. Fangs withdrew and Eliza licked away the wound just as Ashley's petals clenched about her fingers. She smiled and watched her little angel regain control of her body. Ashley gasped. She writhed and clung to Eliza. She coated Eliza's fingers for all she was worth. Eliza coaxed it all out of Ashley until the dark haired girl could hardly move. When she finally withdrew her two fingers from Ashley's core like she had done with her two fangs just before, Ashley let out a low groan, nuzzling up against her wonderful lover. Eliza licked her fingers clean. "I love you too," Eliza finally said with a comforting smile. Ashley beamed with delight, and Eliza couldn't help but grin. She scooped up Ashley in her arms and whisked her away. The great oak door closed behind them, leaving the moonlit piano in their wake. Eliza navigated the twisty passageways of the manor in the dark, but it was no trouble for a creature of the night. Eventually, they found Ashley's bedchamber. Bemused, Eliza set the young woman down on her bed. She tucked her in, and kissed Ashley on the forehead. Her little angel had fallen asleep in her arms long before they even got there.