0 comments/ 3866 views/ 2 favorites Sway By: josicuervo I know the exact moment you see her. Perhaps I wouldn't have known but for the distinct change in your demeanor. Perhaps I shouldn't have known even then, but for some reason I do. As far as I can tell you're infallible, undeterred. But for the breath of one person. You excuse yourself from the floor, calmly urging me to dance with a random body on the packed dance floor and I pretend to do so as I watch you walk away. I understand; I've been there before. I smoothly maneuver my faceless dance partner to a better position, amused that I so easily keep you within my sight, even as a twinge of guilt rushes over me for not being able to let it be. She's there, standing near you yet so far away it's almost painful to watch, and I'm not really surprised that she has no face. She's a plastic shell of tousled hair and artfully applied makeup, wobbling on shoes she'll never quite fill. She looks uncomfortable, you look a bit smug, and the sight of it makes me smile because what may have been a moment shrouded in awkward animosity has fallen victim to general apathy. And there's no better revenge than cool indifference, feigned or otherwise. She says something to you, her features haughty and even a bit spiteful. I tense in reaction, frowning at the sudden urge to see her plastic façade shattered all over the floor. But then you smirk at her more directly and say something I can't quite make out from so far away. She looks shocked then a bit wounded, her nondescript features barely managing to convey an emotion beyond insipid condescension. Then you're walking away from her and I'm following, my eyes intent on her as she stares at your back, her mouth slightly parted as if she wants to say something yet can't quite find the words. I glance away as she manages to snap her mouth shut. I brush by her, and she by me, and the quick glance she spares me is blank and naïvely superior. I ignore it and walk in the direction you disappeared, my intentions becoming clearer with every sharp click of my heels. I'm stalking you; you're now my prey. I find you at the end of a hallway, your hand resting against the wall, your head bent forward in obvious concentration. You're breathing heavily, your shoulders tense, your fingers digging into the wall with just a bit too much purpose. But you're in control and recovering quickly. I walk up behind you, slipping a hand around you and easing my fingers between the buttons on your shirt to caress the warm, firm flesh of your chest. You start at the sudden contact yet never turn your head or pull away. You know it's me; it's always me. I lean into you, pressing my breasts against your back as my other hand comes around and pulls your shirt out of your pants. Your stomach muscles contract, my nails scraping over you teasingly as I do my best to distract you from demons too old to take hold. I press closer, one hand still rubbing your chest and the other sliding inside your pants to brush over your cock teasingly. Your flesh responds immediately, quickly thickening and lengthening and I feel a rush of warmth at my center that makes me squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. I ease you back away from the wall and move in front of you, ducking under the arm still braced above you. There's a small counter running the length of the wall and I boost myself up on it, yanking my skirt up and pulling you into the spread of my legs. You come willingly enough, but you still won't look at me and your free hand is still clenched into a fist at your side. I jerk you a bit closer, a rush of heat washing over me as your breath catches and your hand flexes. You're breathing is shallow, your jaw tense, your eyes bright and aware. I ease away from you, tilt my head a bit, my teeth worrying my lip as I assess the situation. Without warning I grab the front of your shirt, yanking the two sides apart, a thrill running through me as buttons go flying. Quickly, I hook a heeled foot around one of your legs, sending you off balance enough you fall forward against me, your other hand coming up so I'm boxed in on both sides. I take the opportunity to run my tongue along your neck, my teeth earning a shudder of awareness from your aroused body. I pull back, glancing briefly at your face, a small smirk curving my lips at the hooded darkness of your eyes staring me full in the face, and I know your previous tenseness is starting to shift into something else. Something raw and needful. I raise my face, my tongue teasing your upper lip then brushing against your teeth in invitation. You remain passive, yet your eyes never leave mine and your hands shift a bit closer, boxing me in more securely. I let go of your shirt, moving one hand to your back, and the other to the back of your head. My fingers stroke your smooth skull, urging your head down, my lips insistent on yours, my soft growl of frustration fanning over you as you neither deny nor fully reciprocate. I tighten my fingers on your head, luring you closer, my tongue becoming demanding and seeking, my teeth almost vicious. My hand on your back pulls you tighter against me, my hips now on the very edge of the counter and I rub my pulsing center against the hard ridge pressing against the front of your pants. You groan softly into my mouth and I'm not sure if it's a groan of defeat or victory, but I don't care and I let myself take it as an invitation. I remove my hand from your back, reaching behind me and pulling one of your hands from the wall. You shift slightly, letting me do as I please, new tension coiling as I shift back and place your hand between my legs. A loud noise behind you startles me and I pull back abruptly, panting and hot with your hand on my bare, wet flesh. The room is quite dim, the pulsing music almost overtaking the din of conversation, but I sit up straight and peek over your shoulder, not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed that no one's watching. You're oblivious to our surroundings, calmly bringing your free hand down to cup the back of my head and pull my face back to yours. You come alive quickly, almost violently, your lips firm and unyielding, your tongue actively seeking and dueling with mine. You adjust your hand on my head, your fingers tangling and tightening in my hair, the pressure almost painful. You tug sharply, turning my head and trailing your lips along my neck to my collarbone where you nip and suck on my aroused flesh. Your other hand continues to stroke between my legs, your fingers rubbing and plunging rhythmically, and I moan, perhaps too loudly, but I'm too far gone to care. You raise your head and cover my lips with your own, swallowing the sounds of my pleasure as you rub my clit harder and pull my hair a bit more roughly. Gasping into your mouth I relinquish my hold on you, my hands racing down your body to your zipper. I pull the tab down, reaching inside to stroke your erection, the feel of my hands making you ease back a fraction, allowing me better access. I pull back and meet your gaze questioningly, even though I know you won't stop me just as you know I won't stop you. It's not even a dare because to dare you have to believe there's a chance someone won't do it and we're both well aware there's no chance of that here. I ease your cock out of your pants, my hands stroking your length, pausing to rub circles along the tip. I stare down at it, my tongue running over my lips hungrily even though I know there isn't time for that now. You move your hands to my ass, pulling me closer to you and I spread my legs wider and rub the head of your cock against my sopping entrance. You press forward, your tongue in my ear, your fingers digging into my flesh, and I align our bodies, leaning my torso back as I take you in. You bury your face in my neck, your teeth sinking into my pulse point as you thrust into me, your curse of satisfaction almost branding me. I clutch at you, my heels falling to the floor and I hook my legs around your thighs, my hips bucking as much as the position allows. I press my mouth against your shoulder, doing my best to muffle the moans and whimpers rushing from deep within me. It's quick and almost brutal, your cock pounding in short, hard bursts, my throbbing channel already spasming and dripping. You curse gutturally once, twice – a third time in absolute culmination and almost immediately I feel you begin to relax against me. You lean over me, one hand still on my ass, the other braced against the counter beneath me, and I sag against you, reveling in the unnatural stretch of my thighs, the feel of your softening length inside me, the uneven pant of your breath on my skin. I sigh in self satisfaction, my hands stroking your naked back as my gaze flits over your shoulder nonchalantly. No one's paying us any heed, countless bodies lost in their own little worlds, countless faces no one will remember tomorrow. A sudden flash of movement catches my eye and I squint slightly at the scorn radiating from the doorway. I do my best to ignore it, fully intent on looking right through it, but I can't help the small thrill of bittersweet triumph. I allow my eyes to collide with plastic contempt and I instinctively pull you closer. My tongue snakes out to touch the skin of your neck and I allow myself a self-satisfied smirk before dismissing the exchange as confirmation that cool indifference may win the battle, but scorching proof wins the war. Sway Part two of Push. I told you not to thank me until it's over. And this—this is far from over. Love is an inherently deranging effect. By it's very nature, when love comes into the heart of a person it causes them to act "differently." To act in an irregular fashion. This framework will eventually become the new normal. The person, the deranged individual, will fall into a new rhythm as will their partner. The entity known as the "relationship" will also go about such changes. You may be wondering why I'm talking about averages and shifts in behavior when I have you tied down, neck bound inches above the mattress, ankles and hands cuffed together with your mouth sealed shut. I grant you, this probably isn't how you expected this story to begin. But bear with me. As if you have a choice. Love changes things. It makes you become someone new. And my love for you is just that—it has transformed me. It has made me better. So when I asked you if there was anything I could do for you after all the beatings and bruising your body like spilled paint-I thought you might say something like a spa weekend. Something like 'bake me a cake.' It never crossed my mind that you'd hold your breath, steel yourself and look into my eyes requested that we have a threesome. Oh we could talk about the doubts and the insecurities and the issues of it all but the purpose tonight is to tell you about derangement. You changed me. You made me better. I asked if you if there was anything you wanted, anything I can give you in return. And this was your request. So it's going to happen. I'm going to make sure of it. You'll get what you requested to the letter. But that doesn't mean I have to go quietly. Take what I want along the way. Invade you and leave you in ruins before it happens. You want me to be present while you get fucked up the ass by another man? Well, time to see if you can handle it. I bring my hand down on your ass with a thunderous clap. Then the other cheek. I go back and forth between them, easy swats for me as I stand over your chained and exposed body. "Is this what you wanted?" I don't care what your answer is. I don't care what you imagine it's going to lead to. There will be mercy and no hesitation in me. Something I imagine you considered before opening this door. A little lube is applied to my finger before I shove it up your ass without hesitation, without any of the tenderness that I gave to you the last time you asked for anal training. I don't do it to harm you, or punish you, but to simply be a man on a mission. To get you ready for the next stage and the stage after so we can be done with this entire affair and you can belong to me, and only me, again. My cock betrays it. It twitches as I go up your ass. It is hot and vibrant and loves the idea of being inside you when you cannot fight back. Loves the idea of watching you with another man. There is something about the agony of caring for someone so much and then having them be with with someone else. I can't imagine, even for a moment, that it would happen with any other girl. But here we are, you and I, and I move my finger in and out of your ass I find myself getting hotter. Harder. You start to moan through the gag. Your body starts to sway back and forth as my finger moves in and out. You've been a very good student with every lesson I've taught you, but this? This is something else. You're more ready for it than I am. And should I really let that stand? I pull the finger out of you, take the lube and slide it over my cock until it is nearly dripping from me. Then I grab your waist with both hands, clench around the center of your hips and begin making my way in. Oh, you're not as ready for this, are you little girl? It's just a bit more to take in than a finger. And it makes me wonder what you'll do when the time comes to take two at once. Will you buckle and moan as you are now? Shifting your knees to get away from the push? Or will you simply sit there and take. As my cock slides up your ass I wonder if it will be my eyes or his you'll be looking into. Will his cock be larger than mine and if so, will it hurt you despite our preparations? I grunt, I grab onto you harder, and I push in all the way. Your feet kick, as much as they can, as I am entirely inside you. My cock is hot in the slick, tight hole of your ass. I have absolute dominion over you. I could hurt you in such a way that you'd beg to never do this again or make you cum by simply reaching down and stroking your clit. As is—I don't know. I have a moment of wondering who I am with you anymore. If this is truly what I've become and if it was something inside me all along, or what you made me into. As such, I start to rock back and forth, slowly, like I'm playing a soft song on a delicate instrument. Your neck and wrists must be killing you in this position, but it makes it easy as can be for me to move in and out of you. I give you loving, long full strokes before jealousy takes hold of me and I give you a few hard pushes and a spank. This seems to knock you off your game. However well you know me, you truly do not seem to know what man is behind you from one minute to the next. I shove, you shudder. I push gently and you clench. We dance like this, back and forth, until the movements get easier and your moans start being appreciative. I lose myself. Jealous has no place when I'm up an ass this amazing. The moans sound like whimpers when I get to the end of every push now and it turns me on how easy this is for you. When I pull out you whimper. You shift. You'd turn your head back to look at me if you could while I picked up the small, vibrating dildo and made my way back to you. "You want to know what it's like to feel penetrated? To be taken in two places at once?" This toy? This little bit of plastic and gel? Oh, I have no scruples or concerns about it whatsoever and I shove it into your cunt like you're invincible. You cry out, thrash and even seem to beg as I turn the vibration on. Then I steady your hips with my hands again and hold my breath as I move into your ass once more. Oh yes. You are so much tighter now. And I can feel the vibrations from your pussy ringing out, moving into my cock as it invades you, takes another inch and another bit of your sanity from you. "I'm going to fuck you until you're as crazy about me as I am about you." I say the words without you knowing my thoughts. My feelings. But of course, if you are helpless, what does it matter? Once all the way in it's easy to pull back and shunt back and forth. After all, this has been coming for far too long. You're a dirty little anal slut. You're been afraid of this all your life and, as soon as you got it, you couldn't help but want more and more and more of it. So here it is. The full brunt of my attack. My vengeance. My anger. My lack of discipline and my insane, deranged love for you all working through my cock. And I fuck you up your ass for all you're worth. More than that. I fuck you up your ass like I can exercise the request from you. Like I can take every other man you've been with away because you didn't allow them to be here, where you only permitted them but begged me to go. My finger dip into your skin in such a way that I can feel the sawing skin off. You'll be bruised and raw on your hips for days. But of course, that's not what you're going to remember about this. You're going to remember the full extent of my cock, hard as it can be, slamming in out of your ass. My balls tapping against the back of you and growls filing the room. Unlike how we usually fuck, I am not close to you, drinking your small frame in with mine. I am posed, at the distance, standing and easy in my gait I slide in and out. And even as I feel myself tighten, my balls screaming and my cock getting so hot it can't stand much more, I am composed. "You're mine." I say it a half dozen times through teeth grit so hard spittle flies over your back. You're screaming now, through the gag in such a way I feel the police may be called but all I can care about are those last, few rapid strokes. Then I give in. Jackhammer. And go as hard as I can into you. I let myself become the motion, the monster who can go a few seconds of this torture longer, before I give in. I shoot near-molten cum into your ass and I keep it plugged with my rigid and angry cock. After a moment I pull the toy out of your pussy, but I stay steadfast. You're skin is glistening. Your hair is damp. You are making no movement or noise. I pull out and you gasp. I undo your ties and you remain perfectly still. When I pull you to me, you grasp on for dear life. "Are you sure," I ask it one last time. "Are you sure this is what you want?" You kiss me like I'm long lost. You move your full lips to my ears. And you whisper, "Yes." Sway (Audio) After I push, you Sway. (This is the Audio version of my text story Sway.) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Swaying Nooses I worked graveyard shift at the university library, re-shelving the engineering journals that our technological future were too lazy to return themselves. Up here on the 7th floor its quiet and kinda dark, almost like a dungeon with the linoleum floors so old they're practically petrified into rock, and the walls that never had any treatment since the construction of the building 100 some odd years ago. Being a loner, I didn't mind the solitude. I heard the footsteps long before she came around the corner of a bookshelf, her three inch heeled black boots dully tapping. I recognized her as the assistant librarian, but I had never had a chance to meet her since she worked 2nd shift, and everyday as I arrived she was on her way out, usually wearing her hair in a bun, glasses on the tip of her nose, skirt that ran to her ankles, and a blouse that showed off nothing. She was wrapped in a dark trench coat, and didn't have her glasses on, but the first thing I noticed was her hair wasn't in a bun. She wore it down behind her in two braids that reached to her waist and swung to either side of her as she swayed down the aisle towards me. In the dim light it was hard to notice details, but it seamed that at the ends, her hair looped back up and braided back into itself, like each braid had a noose at the end of it. My brain did a quick calculation of length, her hair had to reach her calves to be able to braid a secure noose with the diameter of an average human neck. Of course no head could fit through that noose. She stopped 5 feet away from me, and I began to say hi, but her finger came up to her lips so fast, telling me not to say a word. In the silence I tried to listen for any other sounds, but we were alone in the quiet. My focus suddenly returned to her as she unwrapped her trench coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing a very naked, and very shapely body. She wore nothing but thigh high, black, fuck-me boots that you only see on comic book villains or porn stars. My jaw dropped, studying her luscious breasts that were always concealed at work, her hips that accentuated a tiny waist, and a shaved pussy with lips that looked ready burst. She was already wet, her cunt juices dripping onto her trench coat. She grinned as I studied her, and quickly closed the distance between us, reaching for my button down shirt, and pulling it apart, the buttons popping off and landing everywhere. She then ripped my undershirt, revealing my chest. I was in a trance and couldn't really react. She started unbuckling my belt and undid my pants, pushing it and my underwear down to my ankles. She knelt down without waiting and started licking my now hardened shaft. She took it into her mouth and pumped a couple times quickly, making sure to get as much saliva on it. I moaned, but before I realized what was happening, she pulled herself off me and turned around, her hands and knees on the floor, and her ass pointed up at me. I didn't wait, I dropped down to my knees, my ankles still tangled with my pants, grabbed her waist hard with both hands and inserted myself into her wet pussy. As we started going at it, I was barely aware of my raggedy torn shirts that still hung on to me. We fucked, the noises from our mouths escaped, despite us trying to keep quiet. Our breathing became huskier. She began to whimper, and would look back at me over her shoulder. I pumped into her harder, her vagina walls firm and tight around my throbbing cock. She whipped her head a couple times, her noose-braids coming close to whacking me in the face. I released her hips and caught one, and then the other noose-braid in my hands, and gave her hair a slight tug. Her head jolted up, and her arms seamed to collapse as her upper body went flat to the floor, her face pressed down, and her ass still high, keeping rhythm with my thrusts. I started twisting the left braid, making the diameter of the noose smaller, it took several turns before I thought it was ready, our rhythm getting a little out of synch as my attention was averted. I grabbed her right wrist, pulled it behind her and across her back and put the noose around her wrist, then did the same thing with her right braid and left wrist. Her arms were effectively tied up behind her, and any movement of those arms would rip the taught hair out of her head. I started up my harsh thrusting again. She couldn't support herself with her hands, so she pushed her ass back with her thighs and neck. I could see her face and the expression of lust. She wanted more, she loved this so much. Who knew this was the desire of a conservative librarian. I was going crazy, fucking her like this was building up my cum so fast. I grabbed onto her hair and pulled up hard, her head jerked back, her body came up off the floor, her face winced. I balanced us as this new position took away our stability, and I kept ramming into her from behind. With each thrust, I pulled her hair, combining pain and pleasure. It was too much for her. After 10 to 15 hard thrusts like this she began to shiver and convulse. I was close as well, and with a couple more pumps, I shot my load into her. My moans escaped me with each injection, which was accompanied by her whimpers after each pull of her hair. We finally lost balance, and both crashed down. My weight slammed her into the floor again, but she didn't seam to mind as we both took time to regain our breath. Then, she rolled me over, took her wrists out of the nooses, stood up and wrapped her trench coat around her, and walked off. I laid there on my back, still catching my breath, my neck craned to watch her up-side-down image recede into the shadows.