2 comments/ 9927 views/ 1 favorites Praying at an Empty Altar By: coldamaranthine She eyed me warily from across the checkouts. I stood there, pretending not to see her. Of course, then she would look down, doing her job, and I would return the action. We played this game all day, every day that we worked together. It was even more fun when she avoided my eyes while walking a foot from me in the cafeteria, or when she would sit with her feet propped up in the bench ignoring my existence while I leaned over her to punch in or out on the time clock. We hadn't spoken for at least a month. And it was beginning to wear on my charm, to say the least. A few months before I had toyed with the idea of dating her. She was luscious. Golden brown hair down to her waist; a round, pretty face with pouting lips and bright smiles; large dark eyes that bore into you; and a curvaceous body of a goddess. It wasn't a model's body. Not a starved, empty temple. She was all earthen goddess. Long, runner legs for a 5'5 frame. She was slightly muscular, which was natural since she had been a cart pusher for over 2 years. She had a 46-33-43 measurement, and God was that a delicious frame for me. I wanted to bite her from head to toe. What was even more amazing about her wasn't her looks, but her personality and intelligence. Ann was one of those girls with 1450 SATs and 32 ACTs. She was loved and revered by everyone, an amazing worker, witty and funny- Hell, she had just proven to be too good for me. I'm 30. Just turned, if that's any credit for my case. 30. Balding. Scabby where prying eyes can't see. Chubby in the winter, but I keep my shape by running every day for the better part of the year. I like Metal and Thrash. I live with a friend from college. My longtime girlfriend just dumped me for a man off the internet. Again, to my credit, she tried to get me back after seeing what she was saddled with... And I fucking work retail. At 30. In a dead-end, part time job. Ann is 18. We have the same interests, I suppose that's credit, too. From what I've gathered about her over the last few months of talking, she has a strict father, her mother disappeared a few years ago, and she's very responsible. She's saved about 5,000 dollars up, is taking a year off school to continue saving, and is going to go back to college next fall to become a teacher. She lives at home, but she's saving her money up to buy a house eventually. She has a car, a few bills, she originally got her job at this supermarket to help her father pay the bills while he fought his worker's comp case. The girl is amazing. So amazing that after two years, she's already landed a supervisor position in her section, and is in training for management. Remember, however, those two years were spent doing piddly jobs of a janitor. She turns 18, becomes a cashier, and her mind begins to bring everything together. She'll be in management in a few months, probably making more than me, a veteran of 10 years at this hellhole. So, obviously, when the vision came to me of her interest... I reciprocated. She was... beautiful, smart- she was the American Dream. But then again, think about it. She's 18. Going to college. Beautiful. Would she really stay with a 30 year old, balding man when a new, more handsome, more intelligent, more youthful beau showed face? We went to the movies first, and the entire night, my eyes faced the screen, but my mind and cock were firmly on her. We went out to lunch next, and she wore this low-cut shirt. On purpose. I had to go to the bathroom four or five times to compose myself so as to not make a scene by jumping on her. Then of course, I started to realize that she was, to be perfectly honest, too good for me. At that restaurant, I remembered all the men that had stared at her when she walked in, while she was oblivious. So, I stopped talking to her except when she initiated it. Which, I came to realize, was a mistake. A week later she sent me about ten text messages through the day while I was at work pointing out that I was ignoring her, and how ignoring people when there was a problem was a failing in me. It surprised me how perfectly she could deduce people, but something wasn't quite right about what she was doing. I called her after work to put any thought of us dating out of her head, and she laughed at me, she was cold. She was so biting that in her malicious laughter she cut the conversation short. At work she paid me as little attention as I paid her, less in most cases. After awhile I began to feel uneasy. It's not exactly a good experience when you know a perfectly nice, albeit slightly off her rocker, girl ignores you plainly while advancing her own career in mockery of yours. Ann flounced by me, naturally flirting with all the boys and men she did before, cracking jokes at all the right times, making uproarious laughter spur up almost everywhere she went- She was driving me crazy. One night she walked by me, brushing up against me, allowing me enough to catch a breeze of her smell. Citrus and something floral- and the defined scent of slightly aroused and sweating woman. It was ethereal meshed with earthen, and it drove me crazy. I drove home with a hard on like I hadn't had for years. All I wanted was to make her mine. Throw her to my bed and fuck her to the ends of the Earth. My dreams were what truly began to unwind me. They were so good, so sweet, so rough that I would wake up, and no other woman could live up to them. I began to worry that nothing could live up to them. I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman in this time, and my desire was running in overdrive. Somehow, in her dark, knowing eyes, she was forcing this on me. She knew what effect she would have on me, but I don't think she exactly knew the effect this was going to have on her. We came in at the same time today, and when I took my lunch, I came into the cafeteria to see her sitting in the corner with a soda reading a magazine. As usual, a science magazine. She was engrossed, but as she was adept at observing people and trusting intuition, she turned to look up at me when I came within a few feet of her. It was a brief, almost unnoticeable glance, but I caught it with my predatory eyes. When we had spent lunches together, we would normally sit across from each other, but today I brought the chair around so that I was sitting on the side adjacent to her. She froze for a moment, then looked up at me darkly, inquiringly. She knew I would break and come to this point. But her responses to my breaking were all hypothetical at this time. "Hello," she said in a low voice. "Hi." She flipped a page and continued reading. After looking up a few times, she realized I was trying to get her to speak first, and she knew it wasn't yet the time of my breaking. Standing, Ann began to walk away, while citing, "I have to punch back from break now." "You're on lunch." "I have to punch back from my meal then." "You're taking a 15 minute lunch? I do believe those have to be authorized by your manager. I can call her if you'd like." Her eyes shocked me with their black fury. They would have shocked you too if you had known what a sweet, soft spoken girl she was... could be. However, she had made it blatantly clear to me that there were many sides to her that people often didn't get the chance to know. Staunchly, she sat back down. "What do you wish to speak of Mike? Tell me, and tell me quickly. I have no patience for morons." "I want to know why you're ignoring me. I don't feel I deserve it." A small, malevolent smirk crept on her lips, almost like a mistaken shadow. "Am I ignoring you? I spoke to you a week or so ago. I've not directly and blatantly not spoken to you in return of your speech. Am I talking to you now? What is this if I'm ignoring you?" Again, her ability at wordplay had me at a disadvantage. Remind me not to play with people that are smarter than I am. "Ok, fine. You want me to level with you?" Her eyelids dropped in exasperation. "Obviously." "I don't understand why we can't still be friends, if nothing else. I wasn't lying when I said I thought you were an amazing person." She took in her breath deeply, a reverse sigh, and rolled her eyes. "You must really think I'm stupid. Naïve. Something to that effect. Well, let me level with you then, Mike. You're attractive, I was attracted to you. However, I find that to be more of a threat than anything. You know I'm antisocial, that I am very friendly, but have very little trust left inside me and that outside of work I rarely go out. It's not just because of my father. He's a secondary player in this. If I truly wanted to go out and party every night, I could, and I would. There's no doubt about that. You make me feel somewhat compelled to tell you things, and that is a breach of the security of my inner defenses. Got it? "The reason I sent those texts to you was almost exclusively due to the fact that the chance was sitting in front of me. I've been looking for a simple route to excluding you from my life. You gave me the chance and I took it. But it is true. You were ignoring me. Good timing has always been a strong suit for me." Ann looked away from me and began to flip through the pages of her magazine again. How logical, how cold, how unforgiving she was. "So you would rather not be friends." "I would love to be friends. If I didn't feel compelled to tell you things. You have that one special trait of a truthful face to the world that is different from the other liars in society. And you happen to be an attractive male. With lots of patience. Add that up and you find the type of guy I fall for. So rare, you're only the second I've met in my life. The first was married. You do the math. So, sorry." Her eyes met mine... and what I saw shocked me. Hate, fear, and hunger. What a primitive animal this was before me, twisting in her seat. One hand gripped the table tightly, and I saw that the knuckles were white, although her face was stoical. "You've fooled many in your life, Ann." The dark eyes continued to burn into me with a black fire. "The only thing I want from you now is something you couldn't possibly live up to." Oh, and those eyes intrigued me so. Demon gems. "Why don't you tell me and I'll see if I could or not. I think you underestimate me." She had this nasty habit of half saying a sentence, or bringing up a subject just to discard it as my curiosity was peaked. This time she didn't do that. She went in for the kill and leaned in so that others around us couldn't hear. "I've been tense lately. My dreams have been destroying me, betraying me. I can handle them, but why? The ache in the pit of my stomach has been growing. I'm standing on the lane ringing people up living hallucinations in my head, so wet that I can feel the fabric of my panties sticking to me. It hurts. It physically is hurting me now, I've denied it so long. "I just want a man. No relationship, nothing. Just a man to fuck me when I need to. To make me feel beautiful and fuck me senseless, with nothing else. I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to date him. I just want to fuck him. I don't see that in you. You're the type of guy that wants a slut, but also a relationship... At the same time. Date other women, I don't care. As long as you don't give me a disease from the whore, I don't care." The truth was etched in every facet of her disposition. I had noticed her half-lidded ecstasy on a lane and attributed it to her natural carefree attitude. Apparently that was not exactly it. She stood to begin walking toward the time clock. "Give me a call if you decide to chew on that. I'm assuming of course that you still have my number. If it's not worth it, if you're not up to it, don't call. I don't expect to hear from you, anyways." I called that night after we got off work. The rest of the night she had remained perfectly indifferent to me as she had been the last month. What a vixen, what a minx, a goddess. I kept watching her swinging hips, her long runner's stride, her long hair swept up into an elegant twist, the soft curve of her body... I wondered what her skin tasted like. What her pussy tasted like. How tight she was. How she would feel in my arms. I told her all this on the phone. I was also assuming she wanted perfect honesty from me, and she did. She made an arrangement for a few days later. Sitting in my living room, I had established for my roommate to stay with his girlfriend that night. I saw the unfamiliar car pull up into the area parking lot for my building. The car door slammed, and her eyes looked at the building quietly as she paused on the sidewalk out front. This was one of her last chances to back out gracefully of our agreement. Gripping her car keys resolutely in her hand, she continued on to the door. She called up to me, and I buzzed her in. Coming up the stairs, I opened the door impatiently at the lightest tap from her. Ann smirked. "You can't be that quick on everything, Mike." My cock wasn't saying the same thing. She pretended not to notice, and out of courtesy I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. She waved me off. "I told you we weren't going to date." "I was being polite." "I don't even want to be friends. Good manners are unnecessary outside of the bedroom." Setting her purse down, she looked around. I gave her the grand tour, ending with the bedroom, which she entered slowly. Turning, she lightly sat down on the bed and leaned back. "You can still go back Mike, if you're not feeling comfortable with this." As strange as it was, she was right. This was most men's fantasy. To be able to fuck a beautiful woman on her beck and call without strings was a gift. Still, something about this just didn't feel quite right. I walked toward her, the room beginning to spin. Blood had been drained to my lower regions for too long. It felt like my blood was boiling. She initiated the clumsy kiss, that evolved into a passionate duel between our mouths. Pulling away from it, she wiped her bottom lip laughingly. "How was it for the first kiss?" I smiled. "For our first kiss, it was very, very promising." Her thighs clasped to my body as I stood between them. I began to kiss her again, this time ending up on her neck and shoulders, lapping at them like the lovesick puppy I was. I lightly bit her right below the ear and she moaned, pressing closer to my hovering body. She hadn't messed around with clothing. She only wore a simple shirt and pants. I quickly swept the shirt over her head, and unsnapped the bra. Ann's breasts were honestly too big for even my hands to grasp completely. When I sucked her large, ripe nipples into my mouth, I felt like a child. My head was spinning as my dick throbbed between her legs. When I had left a trail of burning kissed down her torso to her navel, I unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down. She didn't bother with panties, and I had swept off her socks and shoes with the pants. We were both impatient with my clothing. I quickly threw my shirt off, and had not bothered with a belt. Her hands nimbly unfastened my trousers and they fell to the ground. I stepped out of my boxer briefs as well. She backed farther on the bed, and I followed, leaning over her, my dick vying to be wrapped up by her velvet, warm sheathe. A fortuitous phrase was spoken by the bright angel under me as I considered foreplay. "Get to it, I'm hot enough as it is." Her hand grasped the base of my shaft, and positioned it at the entrance to her core. I slowly pressed in, teasing her while she murmured profanities at me, but then giving in to her demands, I thrusted in hard and deep. Hearing her cry out weakly, I pulled out, and saw blood on my cock. She had bitten her lip and tears had sprung up at the corners of her eyes. In all the time I knew her, I had suspected, but not truly believed she was a virgin. With how ready and randy she had seemed, I had not considered that she was inexperienced. I pushed in again, more slowly and heard her shuddering breath. A few more shallow pumps, and I felt her recover. "Fuck me, Mike." I began to pump into her long and deep. It was not enough. She breathed anxiously now, "Fuck me." Her urging had me going harder and faster, but still, it was not enough. She bucked up her hips, grinding them with my cock and snarled, "Fuck me hard!" So, I fucked her hard. I began to slam into her mercilessly, my pelvic bone lashing at her clitoris and my balls slapping her thighs and labia. The head of my cock hit her cervix every time, and she would cry out increasingly. I moved up and grabbed her legs so that I could fuck her deeper and harder than before. Her breath was ragged, shallow, and mine was no better. Looking at how hard she wanted me to fuck her, all the while moaning and asking for it harder, I tried to prolong it, but couldn't control the orgasm. She had began to tighten, but hadn't came. Spurt after spurt drained into her from my softening cock, and she groaned. I rolled off her, and what she did had me instantly hard again. Her hand snaked down her stomach, and she unabashedly began to let her cunt repeatedly swallow her curled fingers. She bucked once or twice before I got on top of her again and finished what I had started. I flipped her over on her stomach and lifted her to her knees and elbows. Strategically, I plunged into her again. Over and over, until I felt her juices gushing from her. At first my hands worked independently on her, one running down her back, another cupping and pulling on her breast, twisting her nipples, another cupping her ass, then slapping it with a sting; then they both began to work together, gripping her hips, pulling her into me with more force than I hit her with alone. Ann finally cried out, and the walls of her pussy began to vibrate and tighten as she came. Every muscle in her body tensed, then let go. Her arms gave out beneath her, and I grabbed a large clump of her long hair, holding it in one hand like a reign, pulling her onto me for longer as I kept fucking her deep. I filled her repeatedly, and she cried out as she neared a smaller second orgasm. She reached it, and it milked me as I came again in her, pouring my seed deep into her body. She collapsed onto the bed, and I on top of her. After a few breaths, she rolled off the bed. I sat up slightly, leaning on an elbow. "Ann?" Picking up her clothing, I heard her keys jingle. She threw her shirt and pants on haphazardly. "I'm going home. Thanks." She kissed me long and deep, and if I would have been younger, I would have been hard again. "By the way, when I said how was the first kiss, I meant, how was my first kiss? Ever. Not just with you." The next day at work she was just as cold has she had been for the past month. She did not initiate a conversation, nor even look my way. But when I went to punch at the time clock, I smelled her and felt a pussy grind into my ass, while a small hand reached around and grabbed me through my pants. She was gone before I could turn around, now physically impaired. She came over again that night. She wore a skirt. Walked through the door, and as soon as it closed, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants, letting my erection meet the cool air. Knowing Ann, she might not have the physical experience, but if she already knew what she wanted while being a virgin, I could tell that she was the type that tried to relieve herself as best she could, and knew how to temper the flesh. She was a little sinner in her mind as she wrapped that hot mouth against my dick. At first she didn't try to take it all in, but after awhile, she knew I wanted her to, and let it go down as deep as possible. After a few tries, she knew to swallow when the shaft reached a certain part of her throat. She sucked cock like a pro, and wasn't half bad at deep-throating. Especially for her first time. Finally, I couldn't take it, and let my fingers entangled in her tresses shove her face into my pubic hair. I began to ram my dick down her throat, fucking her face like her cunt the night before. I felt her groaning onto my shaft, and saw her hands under the skirt, moving fervently. Praying at an Empty Altar She was getting off, and my balls tightened, shooting come down her throat. She swallowed it all, and came herself. With a slight plop, my soft dick fell from her mouth, which was shiny from spit. Her arousal was very apparent in the room. Grabbing her by the wrist, I took her to the table and threw her over it. I threw her skirt up, showing no underwear, and slapped her pert ass. She moaned slightly in pleasure and pain. I massaged the reddened cheek, and hit the other one, then massaged it in. Each one got it's fair share of my hand, then followed by a massage until a faint glowing blush was evident over her whole ass. My cock was hard again. I held her hands behind her back, her cheek was pressed against the table, and my dick was ready to slam into her. Which it did. I thrust into her once, and bent over her body to bite the back of her neck. Leaning for a moment, I heard her laugh. "Dominate me while you can, Michael." The blood which had my cock hard already seemed to drain completely from my body and I became dizzy with lust again to fuck her raw. I denied my instincts this time, and decided to show her torture. I rotated my dick one way, then the other, stretching her, while pulling out. As I almost pulled out, I slammed in deep, hitting her everywhere and she cried out. I repeated the process a few times, each time getting a louder cry from her. "Do you like it, bitch?" She said something inarticulately, and I rammed into her again. "What was that, whore?" Pulling out torturously, she had nothing to say. I kept up until I felt her nearing a rumbling, steady orgasm. A few more thrusts in and screwdrivers out, and she yelled out, overturned by the powerful force of this coming. When she did, I went in for my treat, and began to hurriedly stroke in and out. I smacked her ass a few more times, not that she noticed, and came quickly after. Pulling out, I noticed the puddle on the floor. When she was able to stand without wobbling, I handed her a small wet hand towel, and she wiped between her legs. She left. The next day at work was the same frigid girl. This was getting tiring. I tried to talk to her, but she proclaimed that she was too busy. That night, I heard her car door slam again, and my dick immediately rose to salute her. When I let her in, she came into the bedroom and we both undressed. Somehow, in the mix of things, she had me down on the bed with both my arms above my head. It wasn't as if I couldn't get out of it, but she was still pretty strong. She teased me, kissing me everywhere, and letting the head of my cock rub up and down her slit a few times before plunging down on it. I could give her that. She fucked me just as hard as I fucked her. I felt our combined fluids pooling at the base of my dick, bathing my pubic hair, and it was so warm, I couldn't care. My hands, when she let them go, rested gently on her wildly bucking hips. Her body finally bent back over me, her hips still rising and falling, impaling her frame on me, her breasts heaving against my chest, her mouth firmly kissing at my neck. Her hair was pulled back from her face, sloppily beginning to fall from the clip it was in. I pulled the clip out of her hair, and it fell in a long bronze wave toward my body. Her eyes were closed, and she concentrated deeply on her own mounting pleasure from fucking me. As she came, she stopped fucking me, and I began to balk. The calm lust that had begun in me became fierce as she ceased riding me. I tried to pull her back into a rhythm, but a smirk held her lips and she rose from me altogether. Sliding down, she pulled her hair back and began to bob her head up and down, taking the whole cock in her mouth and throat. Damn, she was a fast learner. My hand lightly touched the back oh her head, but I heard her growl, yes GROWL, and her teeth scraped over the shaft of my dick. The breath caught in my throat, and her dark, brooding eyes made me take my hand back off of her. She began to suck my cock again. She didn't need my hands help in pleasuring me, that was for sure. And her point was clear, she was in control. I had been the dominator the night before, and tonight was her turn. Goddamn she was good at it. I would be her bitch any day of the week. Of course, it was also nice to have her on her knees, watching as her chin and nose were smashed into my coarse pubic hair over and over again. Thinking about that, and feeling the electricity as her hands played with my balls, I stiffened and groaned, coming into her mouth again. Some of it dribbled over her lips as she tried to drink it all. When she was done, she collapsed briefly onto the sheets. For a few minutes we laid in silence. I saw her bronze hair rippling down to the bed, and her body was on it's stomach, her face turned away from me. I sat up, deciding to pull that passionate girl into my arms, but as I did, she slipped off the bed, gathering her clothes again. My heart ached when she retreated from me. She was right. I couldn't just fuck her. I wanted her, all of her, all the time. I wanted to get to know her better, that dark bitch in the shadows that could be as sweet and honest as any American girl, but opted not to be. Who was more warm and inviting than any slut I'd had in the bedroom, and more loyal than any too- yet could so well divide her sex life and her real life that she felt little or nothing beside that for me. "Ann... talk to me for a minute. Just a minute." I had pleaded with the dressing figure in the darkness, pleaded. I'd never truly pleaded with a woman like that in my life. She started to walk out the bedroom door anyways. Stopping briefly, she looked over her shoulder, "I would stay, but your roommate should be back any time." What an excuse. What a fucking excuse. I stood up, feeling the cold juices from us running down my legs. Shit. I would have to wash everything. From the hall I heard her drifting voice. "See you tomorrow night." I'll fucking bet I see you. * * * At least we didn't work together that day. I don't think I could take seeing her beautiful face pretending that I was a bug under her foot after the ecstasy that I knew existed within. But that night she came over again after calling to be sure it was alright. She wanted to be sure it was acceptable after the night before. She wanted to be sure that our original agreement was still in place, that no feelings were involved. I lied to her, and said it was fine, just odd. That I did want to talk to her regardless. Over the phone she did not give me a reason to think she would be talking to me after she hung up with a curt goodbye. She hated the phone, but had been on it with him for a few hours when he was house sitting while they were courting. It seemed that she was reverting back to her primary state of phone-hating. About thirty minutes later she drove up. She knew at this point that Anthony, my roommate was rarely, if ever, home before midnight. The first night she had come over to fuck, I had figured she would be spending the night, however, she left after round two of the fuckfest, wholly sated. Oh Ann; pretty, pretty, heartless Ann. I let her in, and she pulled off her coat. Her eyes, which were so often twinkling and alive at work or while out- were dead here. They were hopeless, unfeeling. They were devoid of feeling. I stopped her and leant my forehead to rest on hers. My hands rustled in her hair, smoothing it back, cherishing it's cold and sheen, like metal. She backed away from me and walked toward the couch. With a laugh she declared, "I've had one hell of a day today." "What happened?" Her mouth opened, about to begin talking, but she thought better of it, and kissed me. I pushed her away and took a seat on the couch. She stood in front of me impatiently. "What are you doing?" "Sitting. What does it look like I'm doing?" I leaned back and patted the cushion next to me, "You should take a load off after a hard day." "I would rather do something else, thank you." Her voice was low and sensuous, but it ticked me off. I was old. Sure, I loved having a hot bitch under me, but right now I wanted to sit. Fucking her could wait, since it meant nothing anyways. "Sit the fuck down or leave. Take your pick." Ann groaned and sat. I turned the TV on, well aware of her hand on my thigh, rubbing in circles. If I were in the mood, I might have been turned on. Unfortunately for her, I was already agitated by her immediacy in the situation, and her attempts to avoid all other contact other than corporeal. She was actually more or less tickling me. "Ann, stop." She tsked loudly and turned her head, crossing her arms. I looked over at her and smiled. "We could always talk. That might push me over the edge." "Forget it," she wasn't getting her way. Getting up, she grabbed her coat from off the table in the kitchen. One good thing about apartments was that most of the living area could be seen if properly seated. I followed her, and then walked ahead. I leaned against the door, and she staunchly stayed there before me, a look of disgust on her face. "Let me leave, Mike. I don't want to fucking talk." The floor creaked as I shifted weight from one foot to the other, standing rigid. "I do remember a text message that said, and I quote, 'You know why your last girlfriend left you? Because you're unable to face your problems and interact with them. You prefer to push them off to the side until they solve themselves.' What does this fall under for you?" A flush crept onto her face and she reached for the door handle. I grabbed her arm. "Look. I just want to go home, Mike. I don't want to deal with this." "You're going to. You wanna fuck? Lets." I reached over, and did not pay attention to my throbbing back as I heaved her over my shoulder. She was getting her way now, so, fortunately for my aging back, she didn't wriggle too much. Every spring in the couch could be heard as her body collided with it tempestuously. Her eyes were no longer empty, but filled with beautiful emotion, even if that emotion was fury. I kissed her heatedly, pressing into her hard, loving the feel of her soft curves. Why don't you see it, Ann? Why don't you see that I'm just a mortal that worships you? Unfastening every button tenderly, her flesh began to appear. I lifted her slightly, and unhooked her bra, then undid her pants. Ann looked skeptical, and it was good that she did. This was the only way I could keep her here, and I had to remember to keep a level head tonight. Her black fires would not consume me. I slid her pants and underwear down her long legs. Kissing each thigh, I tested one by biting it. Ann cried out, sitting up, but I quickly pushed her back down to the cushions. "Lay down." It was an order, and she reluctantly agreed as I disrobed. When my pants pooled around my ankles, I kicked them off and joined her on the comfortable couch. Her legs were already spread, waiting for me, but I sat down as I would normally, and motioned for her to sit in my lap, which she did. She sat with her legs open, with her legs each on the outer side of mine. By opening my legs, I forced her to spread hers further. My left hand rested dutifully on her inner thigh, and my right tugged at her breast roughly. I was rock hard under her, my erection coming up between her legs visibly. My left hand began to slide up and down her pussy lips, savoring their soft wetness. My ring and middle finger dipped in to her, and met a rainstorm inside her body. She was hot and drenched. As my rough fingers drove into her, she threw her head back, her hands firmly on the sides of the couch on each side of my hips. A feral moan rumbled from her, and she turned her head so that she could place kisses on the line of my jaw. I quickly possessed her mouth, and concentrated on her core. I refused to stimulate her clit, knowing eventually she would get frustrated with her inability to release. After a few minutes, her eyes opened and her breathing changed. I saw her hand go down to help mine out. I smiled and bit her neck, hard. She gasped, and my legs widened, splaying hers farther apart than before. I grabbed that one hand with my right, and drug it across her so I could hold both of her wrists as I tortured her. Beginning to buck, I bit her again, on the other side of her neck. She whimpered, "Mike..." "Yes?" "Stop doing this to me. I want more." "I'm not above blackmail, Ann." "I won't talk to you." "Mm, not exactly what I was thinking," I pulled out from her, a helpless strangulated 'no' slipped from her, and then slapped her sensitive clit quickly. Her body jolted forward from shock. "What, Mike?" She sounded annoyed. Good. I threw her from me, onto the couch, and walked down the hall into my room. She followed deftly, probably curious as to what I had planned out. When she walked into the room, I pushed her onto the bed. "Let me use handcuffs." Her eyes glittered in the darkness, and she laid down as I got them from the bottom of a drawer. I handcuffed one wrist, laced the metal behind a bar of the headboard, and then cuffed the other. I made sure a pillow was firmly between her and the board. Her body looked delicious, edible. It was a shame it was all she would allow me to know. How I would love to truly know her mind, even if her logic is so calculating it precludes sanity. Bending down, I firmly placed her thighs on my shoulders, and breathed on her sopping sex. I softly licked her clit, and felt her squirm under me. With a smile, I began lapping at it like a dog. My tongue savored the tightness of her nubile cunt. I growled into it, sending shivers along her spine. Setting her back down and lying on the bed, I began I finger her again, while sucking and twisting her clitoris in my mouth. Her breathing became hoarse once more, and she moaned in exasperation, desperately needing release. I increased the tempo of my fingers, and sucked harder. Her body tensed as she came, and her pussy jerked up into my face. Moving down again, I drank her salty orgasm deeply. My tongue reached into her for the last few drops of her arousal. Now it was my turn. I wanted to make her scream my name and more this time. I knew she liked it rough, and started my pace there. Every time I would spear her cervix she screamed in pleasure, our pelvises meeting like adversaries. As she neared her second orgasm, I regained a level head. Which was a fucking Christmas Day miracle for a man to find composure after losing himself to screwing a beautiful, young woman with a tight pussy. I stopped, and relaxed my pace considerably, eventually just staying stationary in her. She whimpered to me, "Mike..." "I have a little game for us. If you play it as I've already played your games, you'll get what you want and I'll get what I want. If you refuse, or try to cheat, I'll just leave you handcuffed to this bed, and gag you so that my roommate doesn't hear. Will you play?" Her face contorted. She knew she had let me corner her. The upper hand she once had was lost now. The nodding she was reduced to wasn't enough for me. "Say yes or no." "Yes, Mike." "You will verbally answer every question I have. If you're telling the truth and I believe you, I will thrust into you. When I'm done, you will get what might be your last fuck from me." Her eyes closed with pain, "Fine." "You're 18, Ann?" "Yes." Thrust. "Until when?" "Next July." Thrust. "I'm the only lover you've had?" "Yes." Thrust. "The only man you've kissed?" "Yes." Thrust. "Are you sexually attracted to me?" "God yes." Thrust. "Are you romantically attracted to me?" She stopped. "I don't want to be." Thrust. "Why?" Ann paused from the questioning, and then screamed in frustration. "Just fuck me, Michael. Please!" Sternly, I repeated myself. "WHY?" "You're nice, smart, responsible, patient, down to earth. You're a good guy." Thrust. "Please just fuck me, Michael." "Why don't you want to be attracted to me?" With a tear streaming down her face from the cascade of emotions being unexpressed, she answered. "I'm scared of commitment. I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be tied down." Thrust. I smiled, looking at her handcuffs. Don't want to be tied down? "Do you see yourself getting married?" "No." Thrust. "Why not?" "I'm a bitch." Thrust. "Do you see yourself having children?" "No." Thrust. "Do you want to be married and have children?" "Yes." Thrust. "Could you see us together, Ann?" "Yes." Thrust. "But if you have your way, you would be alone forever?" "Yesss." Thrust. The lust was driving her crazy. "If I fuck you till you explode, will you consider me?" "God, Michael, don't do this to me. It hurts. Please, finish me." "Will you consider me, Ann?" "Yes, if you just hurry." Thrust. "Promise me, first." "God, I fucking PROMISE, Mike." I began to fuck her, tearing into her. I kept talking now though, punctuating every word with a hard stroke into her pussy. "I fucking. Want. You. Every. Waking. Moment. I. Dream. About. You. I. Can't. Imagine. My. Life. Without. You. Any. More. I. Love. You. Ann..." She began to scream my name amidst 'oh god's and 'yes'es. We both were nearing that point of no return, the edge of reckoning. Ann came first, gasping my name while I continued to ram into her mercilessly. A few more strokes, and I came as well, coming so much that I'm surprised she didn't conceive even while being on the pill. After a few minutes, her body stirred beneath mine. "Mike. The handcuffs." I jumped up and grabbed the keys off the dresser, and undid her wrists. She sat up and got off the bed, walking into the living room naked in search of her clothes. This was it. She was going to walk out, and never come back into my life again. After what I did, it wasn't as if I didn't deserve it. "Pulling her shirt over her head, she looked up. "Do you wanna get something to eat, Mike?"