1 comments/ 12464 views/ 1 favorites New to the City By: someoneyouknow As I looked at an old bank statement, an item stood out that brought back memories of a night that will not only go down in infamy, but one in which I learned a valuable lesson. I had just moved to Boston and the only people I knew were the ones from work who, with few exceptions, were all married. Of the remainder, I didn't really want to spend any more time with them than I had to. However, living in a big city one would think there would be plenty of places to occupy ones Friday night so I decided to take off by myself and explore my new home. Leaving my brownstone, I made my way to the nearest 'T' station and rode the line until it stopped at the State Street station. Once streetside I wandered to Faneuil Hall and nosed about the stores, mingling with the crowds who were stretching their legs after the long winter months. The air was crisp and thin yet upon it rode the smells of a host of food stands and restaurants, each tantalizing in its own way. The light jacket I wore over my sweater was just enough to keep me warm without being uncomfortable. Making my way to the harbor, I saw the Marriott logo across the street and used it as my reference point to get back. To the right I spied the neon sign of the New England Aquarium beckoning me and though it was closed for the evening, I had heard that there was a sea lion exhibit outside that one could look at. Sure enough, I and a few others stood by the glass enclosure and looked down on the three beasts lying on the rocks. One of them looked up at me, whether out of curiosity or simply boredom I don't know, before resuming its stretched-out pose. Well, this was an exciting night. I had been out for almost an hour and the most excitement I had was looking at blubbery mammals lying on rocks. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled, reminding me that it was nearly seven and I had bodily needs to attend to. Retracing my steps across the lanes of traffic I returned to Faneuil Hall, got my bearings and wandered off to one of the side streets. I walked the sometimes curved avenues looking at the couples who were out for the evening, almost feeling sorry for myself that I didn't have someone to enjoy the city with. I snapped out of my funk and rounded a corner where I was greeted by the sound of music and laughter. Knowing that where there was music and laughter there is also food and drink, I tracked down the source of the merriment. Up the street was what looked to be a cross between a restaurant and club. Maybe a tavern? Did such things still exist? Stepping into the establishment, I didn't catch its name, I saw that it was crowded but there were still a few open tables along the side opposite the bar. As I took a step to claim my space I heard a gentle voice behind me. "Sir, how many in your party?" Turning, I saw that it was one of the female staff who was talking to me. In her hands she held a clipboard and pen. "Um, sorry. Just me for the evening," I stammered, realizing that one had to wait to be seated. "Not a problem, sir. If you'd like to follow me I'll get you a table." Nodding my head in agreement I followed the young girl who seated me at a table towards the back of the room but still close enough to the door that I could watch the people come and go. She gave me a courtesy smile as I sat down before disappearing into the small groups of people who were mingling about. Moments later she returned and filled my glass with water and handed me a menu. I hadn't realized how hungry I was but now that I had stopped moving my stomach reasserted itself. I quickly scanned the list of items, zeroing in on the appetizers. Fried mozzarella sticks with sauce sounded great and I figured a bottle of local beer would be a nice introduction to the city. My server came over and dutifully took my short order but I told her I would need a few minutes to decide on what I would want for a meal. Giving me the same courtesy smile that the hostess had done, she left me alone to ruminate over how I would ease my hunger. I was lost in the moment of decision when a voice snapped me back to reality. "May I join you?" Looking up I was taken aback by the figure before me. She was dressed in a heather-grey skirt and a white shirt with the top few buttons undone. The skirt, which fell to a few inches above her knees, exposed her thighs which were hidden behind sheer, smoky hose. Her light-brown hair was cut short, its ends hugging her jawline, while her emerald green eyes sparkled with a delightful ease. Her peach-colored mouth was soft and inviting and was held in a pleasant, friendly smile. "Uh, sure," I said, unsure of who this person was but happy to have someone, particularly a woman as attractive as this, join me. She gracefully slid into the empty chair next to mine, setting her purse on the floor next to her boot-covered feet. She crossed her legs, the small slit in the side of the skirt giving me a wonderful view of their length in the process, before looking at me. "My name's Kendra," she said, extending her hand. "Kyle," I replied, giving her hand a shake. I noticed her nails were tastefully long and well manicured but with no nail polish. I liked the look and caught myself as I realized I was holding her hand a bit longer than normal. "Sorry about that," I apologized as I gave her hand back. "That's ok. Not many guys notice my nails." She smiled easily, her eyes staring into mine for a moment before glancing out into the room. "This is going to sound odd but, do I know you?" I asked. She looked at the table and laughed before throwing her head back and answering. "No, you don't know me. I was simply out by myself and saw someone who looked like they could use some company. I don't normally do this kind of thing but you look. . ." She paused, searching for the right word before uttering, "harmless." Harmless? Was that an insult or a compliment? I always liked to think that I could hold my own in a fight but to be called harmless didn't help my ego. "Harmless, huh? How do you know I'm not some crazed killer on the loose?" "You don't look like a crazed killer," she countered playfully. "And what exactly does a crazed killer look like?" I asked. "I don't know. I've never met one," she continued. "But you don't look like the type." I stared into her green eyes, trying to think of a good response but decided to change subjects instead. "So Kendra, what brings you here?" "I'm just out for the evening. Same as you I suppose." She had me there. I was just out for the evening. "Are you from around here?" I inquired. "Not really. I just moved here from Colorado. I'm still getting my bearings on these crazy streets." "Yeah, they are crazy, aren't they?" I agreed. "I've never been to a place where you can have five streets meet at one location and not have two of them meet at a ninety degree angle." Kendra laughed, nodding her head in agreement. The server returned and looked confused. When she last left there was only one person at the table but now there were two. "Um, sorry," I blurted out, "this was unexpected. Could you give us a few more minutes to decide?" She acquiesced and left the two of us to figure out what to eat. I handed the menu to Kendra, having settled on a hearty meal of stew and potatoes, and waited patiently while she made up her mind. She didn't take long and laid the menu next to her which was the signal for the waitress to return. We each gave our order, my beer having been delivered when the waitress previously returned, and settled back into a lively back and forth banter. We gave up a little of our respective lives to one another, just enough to whet the appetite but not enough to spill our life's story. Though I was famished, I ate slowly and listened to her story, taking a drink now and then of my second beer while she was content with water. We stayed at the table for over two hours before she suggested we go walk around the city to work off the evening's meal. Who was I to object? Grabbing my coat from behind the chair I waited as Kendra retrieved her purse. I was able to get a good look at her and saw that the equestrian-style boots she wore, in combination with her skirt, gave her legs an elongated look. Unconsciously, I stared at them for a few moments, taking in their sight before she pushed her chair in and moved to the front of the table. Standing there, I was able to see that her outfit was designed to show off her willowy figure to its full extent. In fact, there was a presence about her which spoke of refinement. Why I thought that I couldn't be sure but there was something about her that was pushing me to find out more. Though I insisted I would pay for her meal, she refused to accept the offer and handed me enough money to cover her portion. The cost of doing business she said. We left and made our way back towards Faneuil Hall. Though the night air was sharper than when I had started out, the alcohol and the presence of a body next to me kept me warm. As we walked I was unsure as to whether she was being friendly because she felt sorry for me being by myself or if she was going for something more. In either case it didn't matter because spending the evening with her was enjoyment enough. It was nice not having to spend the night alone in a new city. Kendra didn't seem fazed by the cool air and refused the offer of my coat. She said the tingling of the air thrilled her and she liked these types of evening compared to the warmer ones that would arrive in a few months. As the night wore on we drew closer and eventually were walking hand-in-hand through the small groups of people who, like us, were still out. We stopped in front of a few bars to listen to the music coming from within but didn't linger long. "What are you doing the rest of the evening," Kendra turned and asked me. "Well, I thought I'd wander around some more before heading home to my single guys apartment," I quipped. "How about some coffee?" she asked. "Hot chocolate, maybe, to get the chill out?" Now that sounded good. I hadn't had hot chocolate since I was a kid but just the sound of it brought back warm memories. "Sure, hot chocolate sounds good," I said. With that she led me to the nearest 'T' station and we headed to wherever she led me. I don't remember the station we got off at but merely followed her to her place, a brownstone, similar to mine. As we walked up the stairs I glanced up and got a good look at her legs and a bit under her skirt. Her legs seemed even longer than before and I noticed the smoothness of her thighs as she took each step. Her place was on the first floor and faced the street. My first thought when we entered was that it seemed to be a bit larger than mine. There was a definite feminine look to it as everything was neat and orderly and I could smell the faint scent of flowers. It almost seemed to be a picture from a design catalog with the frilly curtains and pillows strategically placed. "You can hang your coat on the back of the door," she told me as she disappeared into the kitchen, her boots thumping solidly on the wooden floor. I followed her instructions then wandered into the living room. The large sofa faced a fireplace which didn't seem to have ever been used. My eyes roved about, taking in the scene, when Kendra's voice broke me out of the daze. "Why don't you sit down and we can talk while the water heats up," she said from behind me. I looked at her and saw she had that smile on her face again, warm and inviting, making me at ease. I dutifully sat down and she followed. She didn't remove her boots but tucked her legs under her body, her left arm resting on the back of the sofa, her head cradled in her hand. I mimicked her stance though I crossed my legs at the hips rather than tucking them under me. I looked at her legs in this position and liked what I saw. "What are you thinking?" she asked, noticing my stares. "Uh, nothing. Besides, you don't know me well enough to be asking that question." "Oh really?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "Try me." Her soft voice in the quiet room seemed to be nothing less than an invitation. I hesitated, unsure if I should tell her what I was really thinking but decided she already knew what I was thinking so there was no point in denying it. "Ok, you asked," I relented. "I find you very attractive Kendra. You seem to have everything together and. . . ." At that moment she leaned in and kissed me, cutting off my words and sending a surge of hormonal lust through me. My body automatically responded and in a moment our arms and hands were wrapped around one another, our bodies locked as one. My hands toyed with her satiny hair, my fingers running through it but not wanting to let go. Our embrace was interrupted by the whistling of the teapot as the water came to a boil. We both looked towards the kitchen but it was Kendra who acted first. She walked to the kitchen where she removed the pot from the burner and turned the stove off before returning to the sofa. She held out her hand which I took and she pulled me along through the room and into her bedroom. The room was just as neat as the rest of her place. The few bits of furniture present were made of dark wood and the bed itself was a four poster. She slid the light switch on the wall until it seemed as if a collection of candles were casting their glow. She let go of my hand, took a few steps then turned and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned back, her body supported on her elbows which were placed behind her, while her legs were crossed. To complete the image she had a 'come hither' look on her face which aroused my primal urges even further. The whole scene seemed to be unreal. For whatever reason I fell to my knees in front of her, unwrapped her crossed legs and while holding her heel in one hand, ran my other hand up the length of her leg. My fingers slid across the leather of the boot and onto her silken leg, the material of the hose as smooth as anything I had ever felt. My hand continued its journey higher up her thigh until the tips of my fingers were under the hem of her skirt. I didn't stop but pressed on, higher up her inner thigh until I felt a roughness to the material. I extended my hand an inch or so further and with the tips of my fingers, found the top edge of her stockings. I loved this feeling, my finger between her stocking and her leg, but didn't want to hurry so I dragged my fingers back down her leg. Kendra inhaled lightly at my touch and I saw her bite her lower lip and close her eyes. Releasing her boot I stood up and positioned myself between her now spread legs, held her head between my hands and leaned over to kiss her. She responded to me by wrapping her arms about me and pulling me onto her. Though an awkward position, half on, half off the bed, we stayed like this for a while until I felt her wiggling beneath me. "Let me move up higher," she said in a quiet, sultry way. I lifted the weight of my body onto my hands and watched as she scooted her body fully onto the bed. She bent to remove her boots but I stopped her and held one foot then the other in my hands. Each time she pulled her foot free she pointed her toes in that decidedly womanly fashion which gave an even more alluring look to her. With almost the entire length of her legs exposed to me I once again ran my hands over her as I knelt on the bed. I started with her feet, noticing how her toenails were as well manicured as the nails on her hand. Her ankles were small and flowed into calves which were neither too muscular nor too skinny. My hands, now free to wander over much more of her, did just that. I let my fingers run up and down each leg, following the contours with a light touch of my fingertips. She let out small gasps now and then at my touch, giving me a small sense of satisfaction. I loved the feel of her stockings on her leg, their satiny goodness a thrill to hold in my hand. My eyes were wide as my hand roamed over her legs, legs which were toned to perfection and were as feminine as they came. Kendra lay back on the bed, her head propped up on the pillows, allowing me to do what I pleased. Her hands were balled at her side clenching the sheets as each touch of my hand and fingers aroused her further. Occasionally she would jerk her leg or arch her back slightly as my fingers tickled her but my hand would instinctively clamp tight and not allow her to escape. She looked at me from under her eyes, her mouth partially open, her lips wet with joy. Without notice she yanked the leg in my grasp free and sat up on her knees. As I went to move closer she held an arm out to stop me. I sat opposite her on the bed, my cock straining against my pants to be free as the excitement of her body in my gaze quickened my heart. I watched as she slowly and deliberately undid each of the buttons on her shirt, her eyes not leaving mine. She smiled as she ran her fingers down the front of her shirt and opened it just enough so I could see her white lace bra peeking out from below. She ran her fingers up and down the front of her shirt several times, teasing me, taunting me. The smile on her face left no doubt that she was enjoying tormenting me. I wanted to rip the shirt from her body and ravage her but the look on her face told me that my time would soon arrive. I just had to hang on a few more moments. Finally, after what seemed to an eternity, she spread her shirt wide, revealing to me the bra and the two bountiful breasts it held, her mouth open just enough to allow the tip of her tongue to peek through. She moved her tongue back and forth across her upper lip, almost as if she was tasting herself. The fullness of her breasts were inviting to my eyes and I couldn't help but stare. Their graceful curves drew me in as her hands cupped the underside of her bra, gently pushing her mounds higher. "Do you want these?" she asked coyly, knowing full well that at that moment I would do anything she asked. "Yes," I breathlessly gasped, my pulse racing with delight. My groin ached as my cock begged for release. I wanted her like no other woman I had ever been with. I watched in rapt fascination as her hands strayed across her breasts, her nipples visible beneath the thin material of her bra. She seemed to be teasing both herself and me, her chest heaving at her own touch, her breasts rising and falling in unison. She moved her hands between her shirt and body and in one motion released the clasp of her bra. However, she didn't let the lingerie fall away from her. No, she teased me further by holding it against her body, the straps visible along her side. Her hand was now the only thing stopping me from seeing those heavenly orbs and I reached out to pull it away but again was rebuffed. "Nuh uh," she said, wagging a finger in my direction yet still smiling. "You take off your shirt first." With only a moments hesitation I removed my sweater, tossing it to the floor, and quickly followed by unbuttoning my shirt which soon found its place on top of the sweater. I sat there, my chest rising and falling with anticipation, wanting to see those feminine features so close yet so far from me. Kendra moved closer to me and with her free hand ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. Her nails gently clawed at my skin, her fingers grazing my nipples. My body tingled at her touch. It had been so long since I was last with a woman, especially one as captivating as this. Her hand moved across my body, up my neck and to my face. She leaned in to kiss me and at the same time dropped her hand holding her bra to her body. Her fingers played with my hair as our tongues danced in one another's mouth, our embrace one of two people who had found one another. New to the City I felt her breasts make contact with my chest, those firm rounded delights warm against me. I ran my hands inside her shirt and up her back, my fingers dragging across her exquisite back. Words can only begin to describe what I felt at that moment. It was as if there were sparks coming off of her skin and onto my fingers. I explored her body as best I could but wanted more. Moving my hands outward, I forced her arms away from my body and simultaneously pulled her shirt down, almost trapping her arms behind her. I bent and danced my tongue lightly over one of her erect nipples, smelling, for the first time, the delicate floral perfume she had on. Her scent energized me and I began to suck on her, drawing her out, wanting to hear her moan at my touch. Which she did. She didn't try to free her arms from her shirt though she could have easily done so. Instead, she stayed locked in position, almost as if she enjoyed being bound and unable to resist. I moved from breast to breast, taking my time on each one, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin on my tongue, her taste in my mouth. My lips caressed the underside of each breast, my tongue lapping at the curves, Kendra moaning at my touch. I moved slowly upward, laying kisses up the length of a breast until I came to her collarbone. I listened as her breathing grew more labored as my mouth touched her skin in new places. I continued up her neck, giving a little nibble now and then, my warm breath adding to her delight. Holding her body with my left arm, I continued to hold her shirt behind her with my right, her arms still not free to move. With a bit more force than I had intended, I ripped the shirt from her body, the ends still tucked into her skirt flying free. I forced her onto the bed with my right hand while with the other I pulled her skirt higher. I exposed the uppermost portion of her thighs and saw the lace band of her stockings ended just inches from her nether region. Using my knees, I spread her legs, which she conveniently bent for me at her knees, and moved myself forward to get into position. With my desire building I reached up and grabbed her white, almost see-through panties, which even in the dim light of the room I could see were wet with her juices, and pulled them down. Kendra didn't resist but lay there, watching me, her arms above her head in quiet repose. Her mouth was upturned with the hint of a smile upon it while her breathing was heavier, deeper, as if she couldn't wait for me to be inside her. As I fumbled with removing her underwear, she removed the hand holding her to the bed and undid my belt and pants, pulling them down as far as my kneeling position would allow. I completed the removal of my pants, socks and shoes in as orderly a fashion as I could and returned to my kneeling position before her. My dick was now free, a small drop of precum hanging suspended off the tip. As I watched, Kendra effortlessly raised her hips and slipped out of her panties and skirt, the only piece of clothing remaining on her pristine body were her stockings which beckoned me to slip between. Her pussy was shaved save for a small patch of short cropped hair strategically placed above her slit. My hand automatically reached out and traveled over her smooth skin, the feeling of her in my hand something I had not imagined. Her pussy lips were a rich pinkish-red, their softness an indescribable pleasure as my thumb got lost in their folds. Kendra's hips moved at my touch, urging me to do more, a small moan emanating from that delectable mouth. She reached out and grasped my exposed cock with her warm, soft hand, my engorged member now captured by her fingers. Using the pad of her thumb she smeared the precum on the underside of my purple head, the slippery feel driving me mad, before starting to stroke me. Her gentle fingers wrapped firmly about my shaft had me wanting, then and there, to cum all over her hand. "Do you want me?" I heard her ask, her soft voice tempting me, her hand moving up and down in a slow and deliberate manner. My mind, caught up in the ecstatic feeling she was bringing to me, did not immediately respond. Instead, I allowed her to continue what she was doing, my turgid dick nearly taking control of me. "Yes!" I finally blurted out and positioned myself to plunge my dick into her. "Wait!" she practically shouted. She rolled onto her side and opened the top drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a small packet which she tore open, revealing a condom. She handed me the rubber and despite my inward protestations I put it on, making sure it had room to move so it wouldn't break. Kendra lay back on the bed with her legs spread, her arms again positioned gracefully above her head on the pillows. I knelt before her, my dick throbbing in my hand, and rubbed the head in her slippery pink folds before shoving myself in her. No lead up, no consideration for her, I just stuck it in. Oh, what a wonderful feeling it was as I slipped inside. Her wet pussy swallowed me without complaint and I could feel her walls envelope me in an embrace of lust. The heat of her body penetrated the thin membrane about my dick and, despite my misgivings, I didn't mind the reduced sensations. "You feel so good," Kendra cooed as she placed her hands on my hips to encourage me, wanting me to go deeper into her. I thrust myself into her, forcing myself as far in as I could go each time. My dick felt as hard as a steel rod as I penetrated her, our hips crashing together as we took the measure of each other. "Fuck me, Kyle! Fuck me!" she cried out, her hips rising to meet mine. I loved the way that sounded coming from her delicate mouth. Her legs wrapped about me, the feel of her stocking-wrapped feet on my back something new for my body to digest. I placed my arms behind her knees and forced her legs backward and beside her head, her body now immobile and open for me to violate as I pleased. Again and again I drove myself hard into her pussy, her breaths coming in short bursts, her hands holding onto the sheets for support. I looked down and watched as my dick disappeared then reappeared from inside her, marveling at the way her body formed around me. Her breasts bounced up and down in a captivating dance as I drove myself into her. I drew back a little and was able to move a hand onto one of her breasts and played with an erect nipple. I pinched and pulled on the nub, causing Kendra to moan with delight at my touch even as I continued to fuck her. I bent my body over and placed my mouth on her other nipple and very gently bit it with my front teeth. Kendra inhaled sharply as I did and held my head against her with her hands. I stayed like this, fucking her with my cock while playing with her breasts, her hips trying to move in unison with me despite her doubled-over position. I sat up and decided to slow my pace. I held her legs in position next to her head while I pulled my dick out, leaving only the tip still inside her. I then slowly pushed myself back into her. Inch by inch I entered her, taking my time, feeling her walls sucking me in. I repeated this several times, Kendra's body tensing each time as I did. "Don't do that!" she yelled, the look in her eyes almost one of desperation. "Fuck me!" I ignored her calls but did let her legs fall to the bed where I spread them wide and held them open with my hands. Repositioning myself, I again slowly slid my dick into her, this time making sure to rub against her clitoris as I did. "Uhhhhh!" she moaned as that bundle of nerves was titillated with each stroke. She tried to force me into her by moving towards me but I held her in place and concentrated on what I was doing. I wanted this to last as long as it could and wanted to savor every moment. Her nails dug into my waist and she again tried to pull me onto her. I gritted against the pain but could only hold out for so long before I acknowledged her desire. Wrapping my arms around her body, I lifted her slightly from the bed and repeatedly slammed my cock into her. I was not going to stop until she was screaming my name and I came inside her. I pounded her pussy with all the force I could and Kendra took it all. She moved into me with each thrust, her breasts bouncing in unison to our motion, her nipples grazing my chest each time. At some point Kendra used her arms to roll me to the side, my dick slipping from within her only for a moment before she reinserted me as she straddled me. She laid her hands beside my head, her smooth legs an appealing sensation against my own, and stared deeply into my eyes as she slowly and deliberately raised then lowered her hips. Every time she slid up I swore she squeezed her walls against me, almost as if she as trying to milk me dry. I wrapped my hands around her ass and helped lift her up and down, our pleasure increased by the motion of the bed. However, her bouncing breasts so close to my face soon got the best of me and I pulled her onto me so I could once again suckle her. As I did, I shoved my cock hard into her several times, Kendra replying in a series of short grunts and gasps. Though she tried to sit up I held her close, my mouth roaming over each breast, my tongue flicking across each nipple in turn. While I loved the feeling of her on top of me and the sounds coming from her mouth, I wanted to take control and rolled her over onto her back. I pressed my body against hers, her breasts against my chest a wondrous sensation, and kissed her. Our tongues danced in each others mouths before she broke away and gasped for breath. I held her body off the bed, one hand in the small of her back, the other under her shoulders, and used my leverage to again pummel her pussy. My own breaths were hard; my body was nearing what I knew would be an explosive release as I quickened my pace. "Ooooohhh!" Kendra moaned as she bit into my shoulder while her nails dug into my back. I felt her teeth dig into my skin then heard a delightful squeal before her mouth sucked in air to breathe. With one last extended moan I felt her body shudder as her orgasm overtook her. Her hips were forcing themselves into me again and again as I continued to plunge my cock into her sopping, wet pussy. "Gaaahhhh!" I heard her scream as my turn to cum arrived. I moaned as loudly as I ever had as my stream shot from me and was collected by the condom. I felt spurt after spurt flowing from me, my dick now coated in my own bodily fluid but still aroused by the fucking it was receiving as I continued to pound her pussy with all my might. My hips thrust into her with such force that in the back of my head I had a worrisome thought that I could be unintentionally hurting her. But no screams of pain came from her opened mouth. Instead, the most lovely of moans and squeals emanated from Kendra as I slammed my dick into her like this was our last night together. I was soon spent and collapsed onto her, our bodies heaving from exertion, her hands lying loosely on my back. We lay there, not talking or moving, our heavy breaths the only sound in the room, until I felt my dick sliding from within her. I grabbed the end of the condom to make sure it didn't come off and slowly withdrew from her. "Ummmm," I questioned, not sure where her bathroom was. She pointed to a door on the side of the room and gave me a small pat of encouragement. I climbed off her and took care of things, making sure to clean myself with a washcloth before I slid into bed behind her. I wrapped my arm about her and pulled her close, listening to her breathing and smelling that delicate perfume. She snuggled in tight, her firm ass against my groin making me want more. In a few minutes she turned over and kissed me lightly, that sparkle in her eyes evident again. The glow of the lights in the room gave her skin an almost flawless look. I ran my hand down her side and onto her hip, her female form a delight to be beside. I lightly drug my fingers over her skin causing her to jerk as I tickled her. She smiled at me and gave me a gentle kiss. It was then that those words which will haunt me forever were uttered. "So, how would you like to pay? Cash or check?" New to the City The dark street was lit with sharp blue and white flashes as an undercover cop car screeched to a halt. The group of hoods scattered, the tall, blonde leader dropping the girl he was dragging by the hair. "Freeze! Police!" the cop began to chase after the youths his gun drawn, leaving behind the bleeding, sobbing girl to curl into a tight ball on the broken sidewalk. Two other police cars arrived, sirens wailing, lights flashing as cops tumbled out and moved in to join the chase. One officer stayed behind trotting over to the girl. He knelt beside her and began to urge her to move to the warmth of his car. The officer began fixing up the many scrapes and cuts of her flesh. "Nothing too bad..." he stated. She sat covered in the blanket he had given her but it didn't help, she continued to shiver. Her eyes roved over the clean military look of the blonde, blue-eyed cop as he talked softly to her, wiping away blood as they waited for the others to return. She tried to offer replies but could barely hold her brain still to listen to him. The first cop, plain clothed, returned dragging a skinny white boy along with him. The officer forced the kid into the back of the other police car, then sauntered over. His face showing the adrenaline excitement of the chase, caused the cop administering to the girl to chuckle. "Having a good time detective?" the blonde cop gave an award winning smile up at the huge black man. The detective smiled back, his handsome face creasing slightly to show off a dimple in his left cheek. If I didn't know better,Ashley thought sarcastically to herself, I would think I was in some cop movie. She eyed the overly handsome faces and physiques of the two officers. She had been in the city for a total of three weeks now. Her roommate had told her to meet her at a huge party supposedly in some warehouse in the old industrial section of town. Ashley had raced home from night class, dressed in her only party dress and tried to make it to the rave by eight. The printed out directions from a map site online led her in a complete wild goose chase all over the city. She had begun to run out of gas and was going to call her roommate when she realized she'd forgotten to switch her wallet and cell phone from her backpack to her dress purse. She finally had to park on as well-lit a street as she could find and wait until someone arrived. Then she'd ask for help, otherwise she'd have to wait until morning came before she would feel safe enough to walk in search of a store or gas station. But, within an hour, a gang of young strung out thugs had found and circled her tired old Volvo. A tall, blonde guy with meth sores on his cheeks and chin leaned against her window and ordered her from the car. "I don't have any money!" she shouted as she tried to shrink into the seat. "I left my purse at home!" The blonde man smiled what probably once was a sexy smile, but now was more of a death grimace. "Baby. It's not your purse I want." His pale eyes moved over her slowly. "It's your pussy." Ashley stared back not knowing what to do. "Please..." she began to beg. The blonde looked away and made a motion to one of the others. SLAM! A huge thug snarled as he began to pound the hood of her car with a crow bar. SLAM! SLAM! CRASH! Her window shattered and an arm reached in to open her door. She was screaming as the skinny thug, surprisingly strong for his stringy frame, dragged her from the car. "Come here sweetheart! Let's make love!" the group laughed cruelly as he clutched her to him and began groping her, his mouth biting and kissing her face. She could feel others groping her as well, as the leader fisted her hair painfully and forced her to take his kiss with her mouth as he pressed her pelvis tightly to him, forcing her to feel his swollen cock tightly pressing against his pants. Lights flooded the street as a car moved into the run down block. The thugs moved towards it, shouting threats to keep moving and brandishing their various weapons. For a moment she caught a glimpse of the frightened dark face of a man as he quickly sped his white Buick away from the violent scene. "We need to move this party to a more private spot, don't we my love?" the leader yanked away so hard she stumbled and fell. He grabbed her by her hair and began to drag her to a nearby alleyway, when the undercover cop came onto the scene. The little, old man had called the police. The other officers had brought in another thug and had him secure in the other police car as they began to ready to return to the precinct. "Alright, Ashley, let's get you home." The undercover officer was kindly ushering her into the undercover police vehicle. A large, black Grand Am. "Where is home?" he asked as he settled in beside her. And she realized her mind had gone completely blank. "I...I don't remember!" she stammered, surprised herself. "I've only been here three weeks. I'm sorry!" He chuckled "hmmm... well, how about a phone number." "Oh yeah..." she started to recite her roommates cell "469, 5...8 no 3... oh crap!" Ashley's eyes were wide as she stared at the officer. He was staring back at her, not annoyed like she was assuming, but actually admiring how pretty she was. Her eyes were huge, a dark greenish brown and set so far apart that any further she would have looked like a freak. but hers were just enough to make her strikingly beautiful. Her pale heart shaped little face looked stricken with worry. "It's alright, honey." Ben smiled down at her softly. "It happens a lot actually." He started the car "tell you what we're gonna do. We are going to get us a bite to eat. Perhaps having a full tummy would help you to relax." He moved the car into the street. The officer placed a paper dish of Thai food in front of her. He settled in the seat across from her. "Best Thai in town." He stated as he began to grab chopstickfulls of food and toss them into his mouth. She watched him a moment and tried her own set of chopsticks "I've never had Thai food before." She said displaying her obvious lack of skill concerning the pair of sticks. Ben chuckled and rose to grab her a fork. "Actually they don't even use chopsticks in Thailand. But these guys have em anyhow. You've never had Thai. So where is it exactly that you're from?" Ashley took a second delicious mouthful of the potato and peanut dish. "Oh my god. This is amazing..." she exclaimed, rolling her eyes with pleasure. Ben smiled and nodded. "Of course it's nothing like real Thai from Thailand itself." He said non-chalantly. "You've been to Thailand?" He looked at her sideways. "Yeah..." but she didn't say what usually came next, a comment about the sex trade. "I've been a lot of places. Iraq most recently." Ashley's eyes squinted at him. "Military. I ended up a corporal in the Marines. I served in the war for 5 years. I got back two summers ago." Her forehead furrowed, due to her being unsure how to talk to him about his time at war. She knew it sometimes affected the veterans pretty badly. But no words would come out and she felt stupid. He returned to his meal. "And now you answer my question." Ashley's smile faded. She wasn't used to telling people her where abouts. But he was a cop. A big cop. And very much used to getting what he demanded. She poked at her plate for a bit. "Montana." She said softly. She raised her head "My grandmother died a year and a half ago and I finally just left when I got a letter back from the college. I came down here to get far away and to go to school." He nodded in reply She smiled shyly and returned to her meal. While she ate her food he looked her over. Her long hair was a mess from being styled with sticky hair products then yanked about by the thug. It gave her a wild look. The dark color was almost a mahogany that set off her face perfectly. Though a bit young, nineteen, she was perfect: a bit chubby with curves for miles. Big breasts, large rounded ass and a nipped in waist. She had a pretty pert nose with a sweet dusting of freckles. When she smiled she had a slight buck tooth look that he was finding more and more adorable. Closed, her mouth looked made for the porn industry; overly plump lips in the shape of a sweet bow. Detective Jensen's pants were quickly becoming way too tight as his cock began to insist for its release. "And your father?" he continued with her uncomfortable subject. "Where's he?" She chuckled sardonically. "Well, now I'm not really sure which one of the 16 men was my dad. It was part of the cult." Her eyes were distant now and Detective Jensen waited, having seen the look before. He knew if he said anything the memory and her communicating with him would be gone. "Women were basically cows that any of the men could breed with, if they chose. I would probably have three kids by now if my granddad hadn't come with the CSD and forced them to let me leave. He and about ten other various relatives came and took grandchildren or nieces and nephews away." She tilted her head "I haven't even told my roommate that." She said rather surprised. "I'm pretty ashamed of it, actually." "Hmm...no reason to be ashamed of where you're from, darling." The term of endearment sent a shiver through her and flooded her sex with a jolt of desire. He looked at her for a moment and she noted how gorgeous his eyes were. Thick black lashes and a bit of dark almost black pigment outlined his lids giving him a predatory feline look. He sat back, having finished his meal. "Well, it's probably about time we found out where you live. Any ideas now? Of course, you can always just sleep at my place." Ben was shocked as the words actually came out of his mouth. He shut it with a snap. Ashley looked up at him. They sat there for a long while in silence, their eyes following the contours of each other's face as if they had been lovers for a while. Both starting to realize that they were very much attracted to each other. Ashley blinked, now aware of what had just taken place. She blushed and thought quickly of an escape. She rose out of her seat "I have to use the restroom." She said softly. Ben nodded and watched as she asked at the window where to find the bathroom. She ducked around the corner into an alley. Ben sat a moment sipping his water. He sighed, stood, and tossed a tip to the cook in the window before he followed Ashley into the alleyway. Ashley was waiting outside the beaten door of the nasty restroom when she saw a large solid male silhouette walk towards her. She knew it was the detective the moment he rounded the corner. Her eyes were lowered seductive when he came under the dim, slant of lamp light. He came to stop in front of her, towering over at 6 foot 4 to her 5 foot 5. "It's a dangerous place." He stated, letting her know part of the reason he had followed. His eyes watched her pink tongue peek out and lick the top of her mouth, leaving her plump lips wet and glistening. His breath was becoming harsh as he imagined that plump little mouth stretched taut around his thick cock. She bit her upper lip and let out a slow exhale. He grabbed her arm then her waist, crushing her against him as she slipped her hand behind his head, pulling him down to her expectant mouth. It felt like his hands were everywhere. His mouth was hot, strong and persistent as he pressed it against her mouth, and she was not resisting. Her kisses were not experienced, he could tell, but her ravenous insistence equaled his and drove him maddeningly forward. She made soft feminine moans as her hands moved over him, feeling his broad back, his muscular arms beneath his leather jacket, while his mouth tried to taste all of her; her throat, her ear, her cheek, her mouth. Ashley was surprised to find that the top of her gown was pulled down to her waist and the detective's hands were forcing the cups of her bra to the sides to release her heavy, plump tits. Her nipples now exposed, she gasped at the feel of his hot mouth on her cool skin. His mouth sucked and pulled at her soft, puffy nipples until they were bright, pebbled peaks. "Ohh!" her exclamation had the hint of a sob at the overwhelming sensation, as he lapped her now saliva slickened tits. Again she was startled at his smooth, quick abilities as she realized one of his hands was now beneath her skirt and stroking her inner thighs "detective?" she asked barely above a gasp, as she had a moment of awareness. He raised his head, his beautiful dark eyes flickering onto hers in response. She could see the predatory lust that seethed beneath them and knew he was almost beyond his ability to stop. She gave in, pulling his head down to a kiss. Her weak protests were now gone. She felt his large hand pressing against her pussy with only her thin panties the barrier between. She shuddered as his fingers massaged her swollen mound. Ben pulled away to watch her face as he caressed her. He could feel her cunt beneath the cotton cloth now soaked with her desire. His fingers gently but firmly pressed between her covered labia as he watched her face bunch up with pleasure. "Ashley." He said softly. Her eyelids fluttered open. "You're a virgin." He stated. She sucked in a bit of air in surprise, her eyes now wide. "How did you..?" he moved his fingers in a slow, practiced caress, showing without words his extensive knowledge in the area of sensual manipulation and causing her head to fall back. "Yesss..." she answered him in a low, breathy groan. He pressed his face against her throat, now exposed, breathing in her scent as he slid his fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear. The man opened the door to the restroom, and stopped. He was coming down from a recent high and could only sway and stare at the hot spectacle before him. A plump, curvy, white woman, her large breasts bared as she moaned beneath the attentions of a hulking, black man. Neither noticed their audience, as they writhed in the dark vacant alleyway. He carefully shut the door and moved into the shadows to watch. Ashley groaned as Ben squeezed and pleasured her puss, his mouth at her throat, kissing tenderly in the soft contours of her sensitive flesh. His hand was clenching her skull as his other hand was carefully sinking beneath her waistband and plundering the softly furred recesses beneath. Fingers stroked the cleft delicately for a bit, then slid inside to explore her sodden inner lips and clit. He groaned along with her as he stroked her sensitive bud. "oh god..." she cried softly as he began to quest for her release; stroking, pressing, rubbing the tiny head and wet lips. He growled and now possessed with his goal, he lowered himself down to kneel, and yanked her panties down in such haste, he tore them. not apologizing he tossed them aside. She feebly protested trying to cover herself. Gently but firmly he pressed her hands to her sides as he viewed her pretty, delicate pussy for a moment. His fingers squeezed her soft plump mound, then spread the swollen furred lips, dripping with her lust. He pulled her hips toward him, forcing them apart as he pressed his mouth to her cunt in another type of kiss. Ashley whimpered and mumbled as he held her tightly still and his dangerously talented tongue played upon her virgin puss. His fingers continued to explore, parting her to make it easier for his mouth to gain the little bud and suckle it between long licks and nips of her bared inner lips. He knew he had her. Her pussy now swollen, a rising whine came from her throat, and her hands were intermittently pushing and pulling his shaved skull as the new sensations beat against her addled brain. A brief thought hit Ben reminding him that he was technically still on duty, and this was breaking a huge amount of rules, but he quickly shoved it away. Ashley's head lolled to the side as something began to rise from where his mouth insisted on torturing her. She slowly raised her arms over her head clawing and gripping the sooty, greasy bricks as if she were going to fall. He pressed his fingers into her tight little twat and began to fuck her with two of them. He smiled around his working tongue as he felt her pussy begin to quiver and her juices begin to flow onto his mouth and hand. "Oh...oh...Ohhhh!" Ashley was no longer aware of how loud she was as the detective brought her to climax. Her hips crushed against his head as she pulled his skull in tighter. "YEEEESSSSSSS!!!" she came, her cunt crashing in waves against his mouth. He groaned, enjoying the sweet undulations of her pussy on his lips and tongue, as he lapped and suckled to keep her orgasm continuing as long as possible. Now spent, he felt her body begin to crumple, and he rose gathering her into his arms as he gave her a taste of her own juices with a soul rendering kiss. He held her there a moment as she slowly gained her senses, panting at the onslaught of sensation. Ben heard a noise and lifted his head to look. He glared at the pasty, greasy man who was watching them with a gross smile on his face. "Fuck off you little shit!" the detective spat, releasing the girl and moving threateningly at the man, his hand instinctively heading to the gun beneath his jacket. Ashley quickly corrected her clothing and turned away flushed and embarrassed. The junkie blinked up at the dangerous tiger like eyes of the huge man, and decided it was definitely time to leave. Ashley was hugging herself as she began to move out of the alley. She relaxed when she felt the detective's large hand at the small of her back. "Sooo..." his deep, soft voice was instantly comforting. "Let's get you home!" Ben removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders as he guided her back to his car. He started it and began to back up. Ashley clutched the jacket to her tightly, enjoying the smell and feel of it as she looked out the window. Smiling to herself she turned bashfully towards the cop. "ummm...detective?" she began. "Yes?" he said a broad smile upon his lips. "What's your name?"