0 comments/ 7283 views/ 1 favorites The Steed By: J_L_Gravian She walked into the club, her tall lithe frame gliding smoothly across the space between the door and the bustling bar. Several dozen pairs of eyes watched her. Her raven black hair hung seductively over her shoulders, the loose curls framed her face, and softened her stern looking features. Her emerald green eyes pierced the smoky air like a hunter's gaze when stalking it's prey. She reached the bar, and waited for a few short moments before being served. As she leaned with her back against the bar sipping from her cherry red wine she scanned the room seeking out an object for her desires. The sweet liquid flowed over her full scarlet painted lips, and she savoured it's lingering flavour. Her blood was up, and her pussy craved attention. She yearned for strong hands to take her, to caress her, to restrain her. She had intentionally dressed to kill, to ensure she would draw plenty of attention, attention from which she would find a suitable plaything . She'd put on her favourite corset. The smooth black leather emphasized her already desirable figure, and she knew that men went weak at the knees when they saw the full heaving globes of her ample breasts. She complimented it with a short pleated skirt that's deep crimson colouring enticed the mind. To complete the ensemble she had chosen her knee high boots, knowing that no man could resist the black patent leather. Finally she had selected a simple pair of silver and black onyx earrings along with their matching short pendant necklace and tightly fitting bracelet. After scanning the room taking in the bland stereotypical night clubbers facades, she finally settled on the striking figure of a man standing in conversation with two others. She took in his tall broad frame. The triangular shape of his upper body emphasised his muscular shoulders. As he stood confident, but relaxed chatting with his friends. After studying him for a few minutes she ordered another drink to replace her now empty glass, before moving nearer in a bid to observe him more closely. She calmly walked past the trio, the scent of her perfume drew his senses distracting him from his conversation, and he noticed her sit at a vacant table several metres away. He watched as she took a seat, and was enticed by the slender shape of her thighs, as she crossed one over the other. She placed her tall glass on the table to her right, her long fingers looked elegant, and her manicured nails were like talons as the black polish was highlighted by the lights. His gaze took in the splendour of her form as it travelled up to her face. As she reached for her glass to take another sip her eyes flicked up to meet his. For long seconds he was unable to draw his gaze from her intense probing eyes, and she noticed the flicker of desire dance across his. The already violent blue seemed to darken further as the desire began to flood his being. She offered him a small smile, and was instantly rewarded with a returning smile and a look of burning desire. She watched as the man hastily wrapped up his conversation with his friends, and absently shook their hands. He was clearly in a hurry to join the beauty that sat alluringly only a few metres away. She turned back to her drink as he approached, intentionally shifting her legs a little to reveal a couple more inches of her smooth toned thighs. Moments later a deep toned voice asked, "good evening, may I join you?" She said yes, and invited him to sit with her. The two made small talk, but they both knew what they wanted. They chatted for twenty minutes or so, all the while checking out the other. They flirted expertly, and enjoyed the responses they got. She, the increasing bulge in his jeans. He, the heaving of her generous bosom, and the flushing of her cheeks. She told him she was about to leave the club as she was sick of the crowds and the music and asked him if he knew of anywhere quieter where they might get to know one another a little better. With a grin he replied "why don't you come and have a look at my bike, I'd love to take you for a ride". She pretended to think about his proposal for several seconds before replying with a seductive smile, "what are we waiting for, show me what you've got". She stood, and moments later he was beside her taking her arm. The pair made their way to the clubs exit. He led her out into the shadowy car park, and headed towards one of the corners that to her seemed to be deserted of any people or vehicles. She could just make out the chunky outline of a motor cycle. As they drew closer she could identify the distinctive emblem of Harley Davidson on the gleaming fuel tank. When they reached the bike they began to kiss passionately, her tongue sought his with the urgency of lust. His explored her mouth, and duelled expertly with hers until all their surroundings had melted away into the background. All that existed was the two of them, enwrapped and enthralled. He began to kiss, and nibble at her neck, she groaned as he descended towards her heaving breasts as she pulled his head in close with one hand, and squeezed his firm round buttocks with the other. He lifted her and put her down on the bike resting her well toned backside on the cool leather upholstery of the seat. The cold surface of the chrome work sent chills through her, as her thighs brushed lightly against the hard machinery. She slid her hand up to the back of his head, and pushed it down into her deep cleavage, and enjoyed the attentions of his tongue. Sliding one arm around her slim waist, he used the other to ease her breasts from the confines of the corset. He used his hands and mouth to alternately kneed, and kiss or suck at her stiff nipples. Her juices were in full flow now. She felt damp between her thigh's, and her nipples were like organ stops, pink and rigid. His large coarse hands felt strong, and hot on her pale quivering breasts. She pulled him close and wrapped her legs around his waist allowing his rock hard erection to press against her aching sex. Taking this as his cue, the man slid down her body, pushing her flimsy skirt up over her hips, and spreading her smooth legs he drove his tongue deep into her wet slit. She moaned aloud, and put her hands on top of his head to push him forcefully into her cunt. She wanted him to invade her, to devour her. As her passion mounted she thrust her hips up against his eager tongue delighting in the warm slick movements within her. After long minutes she felt the unmistakable tingle in her clit, she knew there would be no stopping her climax now. He sensed her passion, and so increased the lapping rhythmic flicks of his tongue, and centred his attentions on the swollen reddened bulb of her clit. The closer the climax came the more frantically she thrust against his skilled mouth. He felt her becoming still more tense as she suddenly wrapped her sleek legs around his back, and began to shudder. It was upon her, and what started as a tiny ball of heat deep in her gut spread through her whole being, and engulfed her in a rhapsody of heat, and waves of convulsive pleasure as every fibre of her pulsated in a torrent of ecstasy. Copious amounts of sweet nectar flooded from her soaking his rugged face. The pair were locked together for only a few moments before she pushed him away, and quickly and passionately kissed, and sucked at his drenched mouth and chin. She could taste herself, the warm silky liquid was sweet on her lips, she savoured its delicious flavour. He wanted her. Wanted to thrust his iron hard rod into her. As they kissed he lifted her bodily, and lay her on the machines saddle letting her erotically charged form lay the length of the cold unyielding beast. He noticed her shiver as her bare shoulders made contact with the bikes fuel tank, and drank in the vision of her already stiff nipples becoming still more engorged as her arousal was heightened by the unexpected shock of cold. She began to circle her clitoris with one finger, and moaned as she saw him unbutton his jeans to reveal his rock hard cock. He climbed atop the bike, and eased himself down on the luscious writhing beauty beneath. As he slid the swollen tip of his rigid meat up and down the soft moist lips of her pussy she reached her arms above her head, and grasped the bikes chrome handle bars causing the firm pale globes of her breasts to lift, and heave as she breathed long deep lustful gasps. He nudged the engorged head into the warm folds of her sex enjoying her groan as he eased more of his meat into her. She felt tight, and hot around him as he began a slow but firm pumping rhythm that soon had her taking short sharp gasps as she neared another orgasm. She wriggled underneath him, and franticly gripped at the handle bars as he suddenly changed his rhythm to a deep long stroked plunge that tipped her over the edge, but he did not slow, but instead sped up his unrelenting pounding. She ached for his cock as he placed her on her back. She moaned as she felt her own wetness as she began to circle her pulsating clit. The moaning increased as she watched him unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his jeans. A twang of delightful anticipation rushed through her as she saw his meat revealed in the half light. Its thick shaft was ridged with veins, its head looked as if it would explode at any moment. It jutted out a good nine inches from its base. Pre cum already glistened at its tip, and she began to writhe with the expectation of what this mighty specimen would feel like deep inside her. He lowered himself onto her, and she could feel his weight pressing down on her as he rubbed the swollen tip up and down her aching cunt lips. A long groan escaped her as she felt the lips of her pussy peel back as he slid his thick shaft a few inches into her. She felt stretched around his girth, her breathing quickened, and she moaned as he settled into a purposeful rhythm. Within moments she felt the inevitable throbbing heat deep in her gut that triggered an explosive climax. She began to tremble, and wriggle as the feelings rushed through her, she moaned and almost cried out for release. Just at that point he slammed his thick straining cock all the way in up to the balls, and began to pound into her with long deliberate strokes that left her gasping, and breathless with every delicious thrust. With a final rush she threw her arms around him pulling him closer, deeper. She buried her face into his heaving chest, and screamed a long ecstasy fuelled scream as her pussy gushed sweet juices over his god like cock, and balls that dripped onto the leather padded seat and soaked her crumpled skirt. He continued to pound her dripping pussy as she wailed. After long moments the feelings that had engulfed her ebbed away to a dull tingling that she knew would build to another mind blowing orgasm. She laid back, and looked up into his face and saw that it was contorted in a mask of mounting pleasure. She waited until she felt his muscular body begin to tense, just as she felt he was about to cum pushed him away, and pulled her legs back until she was straddling the wet saddle. Leaning forward she took the straining cock into her mouth, its broad girth stretching her lips open as it filled her. She worked her tongue around the shiny tip, and sucked hard as she took in more and more until it hit the back of her throat. She knew he was on the very edge, and so putting a hand on each of his buttocks she pulled him in as she plunged her tight mouth down its length. She took the entirety of it, and could feel its thick tip sliding down her throat. He shuddered, and with a final thrust he came. The already massive cock swelled in her throat, she felt it pulsate, and grow until suddenly great spurts of creamy seed flooded the confines of her sweet mouth. He continued to fill her for several seconds until his body relaxed. But she wouldn't release him, She kept a hold of his buttocks, and with his velvety cum dribbling from her glistening lips continued to suck. She milked every last drop from his flagging member, and then using her tongue, she cleaned first his cock, then his balls. Finally she used her slender fingers to wipe her chin and breasts of the warm liquid, and slowly and deliberately she sucked them dry. The pair collapsed back onto the bike, she on the fuel tank, he leaning back on the pillion seat. For long moments they lay in the cool night air their lust spent. After a few minutes the raven haired woman dismounted from the machine, and tided her clothes. Returning her perspiration dampened breasts to the snug corset, and brushing down the wet crumpled skirt with the palms of her hands. Checking in one of the bikes wing mirrors, she scrutinized her face. Satisfied that she was presentable the woman turned on her heals, and disappeared into the dark of the night leaving her chosen to compose himself. The Steel Halo The Steel Halo I am an angel, or at least I guess you could call it a makeshift angel. Not something I really wanted, but dammit, things have happened and here I am. No, I’m not dead, I am very much alive, or at least part of me is, the most important part they tell me. The reason I say I am an angel is because I have a halo, a steel halo bolted firmly to my skull. You know what that is, you’ve seen them I’m sure, a big circular strap of steel suspended off of braces on the shoulders. Strange bolts run from the strap into the head. Anyway, with this thing on I can move my mouth and eyes, even manage a few facial expressions I guess, but I can’t move my head, it’s just too firmly bolted. How I got here? Ah, I wish I knew. It does seem that whenever I ask anyone about what happened they simply shrug and then go on to tell me just how lucky I am. I still find it hard to call this luck. The best I can get from them is that I was in an accident, on my boat, that I am lucky I didn’t drown. Hell, I have trouble remembering my boat, so I have absolutely no idea what happened to me. They say the prognosis is good, that I can expect some level of mobility, but it will take a lot of work, and some time. So here I sit in my private, semi-private room waiting to improve enough to move to another room and later begin my rehab. I call it a private, semi-private room is because I am the only one here. My roommate checked out a few days ago… When I say “checked out” I mean out of the hospital. So I am here alone. Well, not entirely alone, there’s the nurses and doctors who come in to stick me with needles and take care of other necessities and my wife, she spends as much time as she can here, which is quite a lot, so I can’t really complain. I had been worried some about her, you see, we had been very sexually active, had been since we got married about a year and a half ago. We’re both pretty kinky, so we did a lot and we did it often. Being here like this is driving both of us crazy. Except for my fingers and hands, I am not really able to move much of anything below my neck, while I have feeling in my arms, everything else is just nothing. I can even feel the catheter when they pull it out and replace it. But I still want her, desire her. I had heard people say that 95% of sex is in your mind, yeah I heard that but I never believed it. Now I think I am beginning to understand what they said. I want my wife, I want to taste her again, I want to feel myself inside her, and I want her to feel me. Anyway, a couple of days ago I brought it up with her. I told her I wanted her, and she told me the same thing. I said, “Look there is something you can do for me, for us. I think it will help you and I know it will help me.” “And what is that?” she asked. “Can you do yourself for me,” I said, and noticing her strange look, “Masturbate for me.” “But won’t that just make you crazier?” “Nothing can make me any crazier, and knowing you are satisfied may make it better for me.” “Well okay,” she said, walking over to close the door. She returned to the side of the bed and took my hand. “No, over there, at the end of the bed so I can watch you without trying to turn my head,” I said. She walked to the end of the bed and asked, “What should I do now?” “Well you’ve been doing it longer than I’ve known you, just do it.” “But what if someone comes in?” she asked, glancing at the door. “Then you just stop.” She paused a moment and then slowly began running her hands over her breasts, circling them at the tips. “I’m thinking of you doing this to me, slowly like this,” she whispered as she continued. “And I feel myself getting wet, thinking about you. Do you want to see?” “Yes,” I answered. She loosened her belt and slipped her hand into her jeans. “Oh yes, I feel your finger going inside me. It’s so wet now,” she said, pulling her hand out and showing me her glistening finger. She moved it to her lips and slowly, seductively ran her tongue over it. “Oh yes,” I whispered, “touch yourself for me. Like I would.” Her hand slid back into her pants as her other hand continued moving over her breasts. “I feel you inside me again, pressing deep.” “Your clit, touch your clit,” I ordered. I noticed her sigh when she found it. “Yes, I feel you. Oh yeah, this isn’t gonna take me long,” she moaned. “Do it baby, come for me.” “Oh yes, I’m coming, yes… yes. God I want you.” “You’ve got me baby. Press your fingers in there, two of them. Do you feel me now?” “Yes, I feel you,” she replied, “you feel so good.” I watched her as she sat down in her chair, breathless. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Oh I’m much better now.” We sat in silence for a few minutes. During that time my mind was racing, considering the possibilities. Suddenly she sat up and said, “I’ve got an idea.” “What’s that?” “No, it’s a surprise,” she responded. “Look, I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” “Okay, but give me a hint.” “If you liked what I just did, you’re gonna love the surprise.” She hopped up from the chair, grabbed her purse and rushed out the door, nearly running into the nurse bringing me dinner. Well, while I waited for her to return, I was fed a pretty revolting combination of baby food and soup. Hospital food is not the best, but wait until you try it all pureed. After dinner, I turned on the TV with the remote the nurse handed me. The TV was just barely in my field of vision, so I could get most of what was going on, but it did tend to tire me out. After a few minutes, I turned off the TV and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off because in no time I heard my door clicking shut and I opened my eyes to my wife, smiling the biggest grin I have ever seen on her. She kind of shrugged her shoulders and showed me a tiny wrapped present. “How am I going…” “Shhh, now, I’ll open it for you, but I wanted to talk to you first,” she said, placing the package on my chest. “You see, I wanted a way to have you do things to me, and I remembered something I spotted at our favorite store.” She unwrapped the package, “you see, this is a remote control.” She held the small black object up so I could see. “See, this button controls the speed, and this one turns it on and off.” She placed it in my hand and whispered, “Try it.” I clicked it on and moved the speed button with my thumb. She immediately moved a bit, she then moved out in front of me and pulled up the short skirt she had changed into while she was gone. She was not wearing any panties and I saw this strange pink butterfly looking device held tight to her pussy with four pink straps. I quickly ran the speed up to high and watched her hips move forward. As she let out a slight moan, I head a knock at the door. My wife immediately pulled her dress back down and sat down in the chair, crossing her legs. I turned off the device with the remote and watched the nurse parade into the room with a couple of candy stripers. “Now, this is Mister Tollins, he’s one of our favorite patients,” I heard the large nurse say to the two teenaged girls. “Call me Mike,” I said. “Girls, call him Mr. Tollins, I’ call him Mike. Anyway, I take his blood pressure about once every two hours, feed him at breakfast, lunch and dinner and generally check in with him from time to time throughout the day. The doctor makes rounds in the morning and then again in the early evening. “Now, Mr. Tollins… Mike,” she said nodding at me, “has a remote call button to call us if he needs us,” pointing at the wired remote, “and a remote that works the TV.” She took the remote from my hand and pushed a button. I noticed my wife tense up in her chair as the vibrator came on. “Well, this doesn’t seem to be working,” the nurse said, moving pushing and turning the controls. My wife had a firm hold of the chair and I could see her legs begin to move. “Nurse,” I whispered. “Mildred,” she replied. “Mildred, I think this is the TV remote,” I said, touching the remote with my fingers. “Then what is this to?” she asked, pushing the button again. I saw my wife relax a bit in her chair. I also noticed a sly smile come across the face of one of the candy stripers. She noticed my wife’s reaction too. The nurse turned handed me my remote and showed the girls the TV remote, turning it on and then off. “Anyway girls, that’s all you need to know for now. We’ll get you more to do as you settle in here.” I watched as the three of them walked out of the room. Just as they passed through the door, the candy striper who figured out the remote smiled salaciously at me. I could only smile back. “Well dear, I never knew you had it for Mildred.” “I thought I was gonna die. Good thing she didn’t notice anything.” “She didn’t, but one of the candy striper’s did.” “Are you kidding?” she asked. “I am sure of it.” “I better have a talk with her when I leave tonight.” “Ah but first,” I smiled, turning on her vibrator. “I think I need to do something. Lift your skirt.” She stood up and raised her skirt as I watched the pink butterfly silently humming between her legs. In total silence I watched as she began moving her hips, first slowly, then wildly, as she held onto the bed with one hand and kept her skirt hiked up with the other. It was intense as I teased her with the butterfly, bringing her to the edge and then shutting it off. She stared at me as if she wanted to swallow me whole, until I turned it on again. I deliciously teased her until she came forward and humped her pussy against the corner of the bed. Then I turned it on full power and watched her writhe, at one point falling on the bed with an incredible moan. I slowly backed down the vibrations and then shut it off. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her face flush red. After a few moments she opened her eyes and stared into mine. “Wow, that was incredible. I never knew you were so sadistic.” “Sadistic?” “Oh you knew what you were doing.” “And what was that?” I asked. “You were driving me wild.” “Well yes, it seemed that way.” “You…” She pinched my leg, and then, suddenly realizing what she did, “oh I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” “No, no… it’s okay. I think I felt something.” “Did I hurt you?” she asked, very concerned. “No, I just thought I felt something.” “Do you want me to call the nurse?” “You mean Mildred? You sure you haven’t got the hots for her?” “Michael, I’m serious.” “No, look I’ll tell the doctor in the morning. It was probably just my imagination.” “You know, I wouldn’t mind calling that candy striper,” she whispered to me. “You nuts, that’s jailbait,” I replied. “I don’t think so.” “Danielle, you know all those girls are just teenagers.” “That one was at least eighteen, I know it.” “Want to bet?” I asked. “Look, if she’s not eighteen I’ll do what we just did completely naked.” “Oh, that sounds nice. And if she is eighteen?” “I get to do her right here, right in front on you.” “Damn, this sounds like a win, win situation for me,” I said with a smile. “For both of us,” she replied evilly. She walked around to my side and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow Mike.” “I love you,” I replied. “I love you too. Now I have some investigating to do.” As she walked out into the corridor I though about my halo. Who would have thought an angel could experience something like this?