2 comments/ 16244 views/ 3 favorites In Stark Contrast Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Amber Graves always had a complex about standing out in a crowd. The fact that she was six foot-two and had dark red hair did make blending in quite difficult. Having sprouted to 5 foot 11 by her Sophomore year of high school, one would have thought over the past 15 years she might have grown use to the inevitable stares, but the comfort level with her gangliness never came for the now 32 year old, recently divorced Mother of two. With a Mom who was 5'10" and a Father nearly 6'7", the genetic dye was cast from her moment of conception, sadly the unusual height was never coupled with a lick of athletic ability, so playing basketball or volleyball wasn't an option. Amber thought for awhile about possibly becoming a meteorologist, just so she could say she was getting paid when anyone asked her 'How's the weather up there?", but instead she went to college, took accounting and met her Husband before inevitably starting a family and becoming a stay at home Mom. Needless to say, finding available and interested men to initiate relationships with was always a traumatic process for Amber. From those horrible high school dances where all the boys would cower away from dancing with a girl who towered over them, to college where the athletes, the main demographic of guys who could possibly handle a girl of her size, all seemed to be more attracted to the perky, bundle of energy 'cheerleader' type. While Amber was reasonably attractive and relatively fit, most guys were simply too intimidated by her height. That's why she let out such a sigh of relief when she met the man who'd be her future Husband. He was very secure in himself, was a couple of inches taller than Amber and for the first couple of years of marriage, everything was bliss. Like most couples however, the good times didn't last. Eventually, the age old combination of ambivalence, disenchantment, lack of communication and finally infidelity led to the dissolution of their 10 year union. While she couldn't bring herself to stay married to a man that had so broken her trust, Amber was also now faced with the nightmare of the dating world once again. Still burdened with all the bottled up insecurities of her youth, Amber now had the baggage of two children and the jadedness that could only come with a failed marriage to bring to the table. Despite a reasonable child support amount and a touch of alimony in her divorce settlement, Amber was still forced to put her accounting degree to work once she was on her own. Armed thankfully with a trustworthy babysitter for her two young kids, the 32 year old woman relished the opportunity to make her mark in the workplace after so many years of staying at home and trying in vain to be the perfect wife. She'd been hired at an entry level position at one of Portland's bigger financial firms, and luckily Amber found herself in an office with a handful of people she quickly developed a friendship with. Worried initially she'd be stuck with a gaggle of married cohorts, Amber dreaded the nauseating thought of having to listen to their stories of marital bliss after everything she'd been through. Thankfully there were a handful of singles and divorcees who were wallowing in the same dating doldrums as she. There was even another girl in the office who played college basketball a few years earlier, who happened to be a shade under six foot and that helped Amber immensely not to feel like a sore thumb when the group stood around the coffee maker. The last thing on Amber's mind at that point was getting into another serious relationship. While some companionship would be nice, there were wounds still fresh from her divorce, and selfishly the last thing she wanted to do was get re-married for awhile and ruin the alimony payments she was getting. Not to mention, there simply wasn't enough time in the day for a new relationship. Between the energy she was expending immersing herself in her new job along with trying to be the best mother she could be, there wasn't nearly enough free time to pursue any fun for herself. That commitment to taking the high road of chastity to a hit however when Amber found out her Ex-Husband was once again engaged. Feeling a tangible stew of jealousy boiling in her belly the instant she heard the news, an innate desire to find a mate of her own suddenly welled inside her, and Amber soon found herself joining her co-workers when they'd go out for drinks after work. Never the bar-hopping, night club type, Amber immediately felt out of her element by the sleaze factor of some of the places they frequented. Thankfully, after a few drinks she was usually able to relax enough to have a good time, but she could never see herself hooking up long term with anyone she met on those nights out. Not that she had that many opportunities. Just like the same dilemma she faced when she when out back in college, plenty of men around the bar would make eye contact with her, but precious few had the moxy to come over and start a conversation. And the few that did all seemed to be so full of liquod courage that she worried they would barf all over her shoes if things progressed past a hug. There were certainly a fair share of men Amber would see each time she went out that caught her eye, but she was just too shy to make the first move and too cautious with her flirtation to possibly lure them over. Some of her female co-workers however didn't seem to have the same problem. Amber remembered, with a mixture of horror and amusement, how one of her co-workers named Lucy disappeared one night a few minutes after meeting a good looking guy on the dance floor. It wasn't until Amber saw the coy look in the young girl's eyes, not to mention the playful way Lucy dabbed at her lips with the back of her hand to know where she'd been before she re-appeared. While hearing Lucy relay the story of what she'd done with the handsome stranger did captivate Amber's attention, she knew full well she could never do anything that bold with someone she didn't even know. Despite her indifference in finding Mr. Right, or even Mr. Right Now, on those nights out with friends, Amber still found herself keeping a few extra make-up compacts around just to touch-up her 'plain jane' features when they hit the town. After a few months of absorbing the nightlife downtown, some of the regular male patrons at the places they frequented finally started to feel a little more ease in approaching Amber, despite her Amazon-like presence. Unfortunately, most of the guys that swaggered their way over to Amber, for a variety of reasons, didn't flick her switch. There were a handful of guys she saw on a regular basis at the places they'd go that got her juices flowing, but most of them were chatting up women much younger, more buxom and certainly more petite than her before she could think of mustering the will to walk over and say 'hi'. One guy in particular really caught her attention. He was a good 6 feet 7 tall, barrel-chested and Amber thought he did security at one of the places they frequented, then would go out with his buddies and party at several of the others. Being 6'2" herself, it had always been a secret and unfulfilled fantasy of her's to be with a guy who had the physical stature to toss her around a little in the midst of passion. Amber had a primal sense that this would be just the guy to do it, but he was never at a loss for female attention each time their paths crossed. Considering her fantasy of being engulfed in a larger man's arms, it came as somewhat of a surprise to Amber when she felt someone staring at her when she went to the bar for a round of drinks early one evening. For a fraction of a second when Amber turned, she couldn't see anyone standing there. It wasn't until she allowed her line of sight to drift lower that she saw a guy no more than 5'6" standing beside her. "Who let an 8th grader sneak into the club?" was Amber's initial thought until her eyes adjusted enough to the lack of light to see it was in fact a man in front of her and not a child. "Hello there...my name is Phillipe ...you caught my eye and I thought I'd come over and introduce myself...can I buy you a round?" he smiled and said to the visibly discombobulated woman staring back. "...Am...Amber," she replied as she sat her friends' drinks back down on the bar to keep from spilling them. "I'm kind of here...with some friends..." Amber managed to stammer, trying to be as polite as she could as she declined the gentleman's offer. Much to Amber's surprise, there wasn't a hint of bitterness or frustration in the man's reaction when she shot him down. Having grown so use to the stand-offishness most men exhibited when she rebuked their advances, Amber was somewhat taken aback by the stoic grace Phillipe showed. "Maybe he's just use to being turned down because of his height," Amber instinctively thought, but there wasn't so much as a hint of defeat in his piercing blue eyes, only a subtle gaze basically saying, 'Your Loss'. After saying a friendly 'good-bye', the two went their separate ways. Unfortunately for Amber, she found herself strangely pre-occupied for the rest of the evening tracing the man's every move. __________________________________ At the age of 27, Phillipe Ruiz could have been one of the most famous and decorated jockeys of his generation. Having worked steadily for nearly a decade at many tracks in the Southwest and Southern California, Phillipe had forged quite a reputation among his peers. Due to a series of nagging injuries and weakness for indulgence, he'd never reached his full potential professionally. He had however tried his best to meet it away from the track. The Son of a French Cajun Mother and a Puerto Rican Father, Phillipe had grown up close to horses. His paternal Grandfather had been a magnificent jockey back home in Puerto Rico and Cuba, and event hough his Father had gone into the lucrative sugarcane trade instead of racing, he did have the luck of falling in love with a beautiful blonde woman from rural Louisiana who's family happened to own a stud farm. From day one, Phillipe's only two passions were riding horses and women. By the time he realized he had some significant God-given talent at riding one, his hormones unfortunately kept pulling him to ride the other. Growing up near New Orleans only made the latter more enticing. Even though his diminutive height had always been an initial obstacle with women, between his contagious personality, his rugged and exotic good looks and his youthful athletic prowess, Phillipe could quickly win over a female's attention. Having flown up to Oregon originally a few months back to meet with several businessmen about a financial stake in buying a stable of horses, Phillipe developed such a quick appreciation for the beauty of the area, he found himself coming up every other weekend or so while he recovered from minor shoulder surgery. It was just a natural extension that he also dipped his toes, among other things, into all the local nightlife had to offer. Even though his reputation wasn't quite known in the Pacific Northwest, it wouldn't take long before several of the local women discovered why he'd been tagged with the nickname "El Caballo Salvaje", the wild horse, by some of his adoring fans back home. On this particular night, Phillipe had quickly noticed a stunning and statuesque redhead on the other side of the club. Despite her initial hesitance when he first approached her, Phillipe did sense there was glimmer of interest from the way he seemed to catch the woman staring vaguely in his direction each time he swept his eyes across the room. Even though there was no such thing as bad pussy, Phillipe had developed quite an affinity for much taller women over the years. A competitor at heart, Phillipe absolutely loved the thrill of the chase, and nothing turned him on more than taking a woman who was initially hesitant or dismissive because of his height, then chipping away at her will until she was on her knees in front of him, or writhing in pleasure beneath him. Early on that evening he'd laid his eyes on Amber Ross and thought she'd be a perfect candidate for that position. Sadly, she'd rebuffed his casual advances at the bar, but as the night wore on he could feel the weight of the tall divorcee's curiosity increasing. Luckily for Phillipe, a young platinum blonde had taken some interest in what he had to offer and that only seemed to intensify Amber's gaze that much more. ___________________________________ Amber didn't realize just how distracted she'd become keeping tabs on Phillipe until the 3rd or 4th time one of her friends had to snap her out of a fog after asking her a question. Using the excuse that she was just tired from a long day or had her mind elsewhere, she gradually began to stew in her seat as she stole glance after glance at Phillipe canoodle with the blonde in a booth on the other side of the bar. She nearly melted in fact, with the couple finally stood up and walked past her table on their way out of the club. By the time that happened, one of Amber's friends had ducked out to the bathroom and the other was up on the dance floor with a guy she'd just met, leaving Amber all alone to wonder how such a short, albeit it, good looking guy had so easily wooed then whisked away a totally hot, tall and buxom blonde bombshell. Leaving the bar with her friends a half hour or so later, Amber eventually ended up back home alone. With her kids spending the weekend with their Father, Amber had the entire house to herself, and just as she'd done many lonely nights before, she ended up masturbating herself to sleep. A litany of random images swirling through her head as she sensuously played with herself in bed, Amber somehow found herself fixating on the tiny man that had approached her at the bar. "Phillipe," she remembered him telling her, and for some reason Amber repeatedly muttered that name under her breath as she worked her rather sturdy mail-order toy in and out of her pussy. Taking herself up to the precipice of orgasm several times before gracefully pulling herself back, Amber allowed herself to finally tumble over the edge when she conjured the intensely vivid image of Phillipe and the blonde woman from the club having sex at that very moment. The liquid sheen of her arousal splashing all over her thighs each time she wrenched the faux phallus deeper into her slit, Amber's wailing cries filled the otherwise deserted house for nearly a minute as she came. Stifling a laugh at some point as she came down from her release, Amber briefly visualized how comical the pairing must have looked intertwined together in bed, but her flushed face quickly went pale, and an anxiousness she couldn't quite fathom gripped her spine when she inexplicably imagined herself as the one with him. Laying there all alone in bed, in a searing and intense flash, Amber remembered the man's steely and certain gaze when they'd locked eyes for the briefest of instants at the bar. The dildo, still crouched like a resting serpent inside her womb, suddenly lurched forward and took on a life of it's own once again. ___________________________________ Amber's after work escapades took a hit a few weeks later when one of her clubbing compatriots began dating a guy she'd met, and the other broke her ankle in a mishap at home. With the trio broken up for the time being, Amber found herself spending most of her weekend nights alone at home, even when her kids were off with their Father. She thought about possibly putting a personal ad or two online, or perhaps even accepting a dinner date with a guy that had been bugging her at work just to have some semblance of a social life, but another more enticing idea sprouted in her head one night as she tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. "Why not just go out without your friends and see what happens?" she asked herself, admittedly curious how things might go without the judgmental eyes of her co-workers to scare away potential suitors. "That's quite a step for someone as socially inept as you, Amber," the voice of jurisprudence inside her head would remind her several times before the primal pull to try it became too much to bear. The first night out alone proved to be a revelation. Even for a woman who was 6 foot 2 without heels, without the potential minefield of other women she knew flanking her, Amber was shocked at the volume of men who came up to inquire as to her 'level of thirst' or if she 'frequented the establishment' often. "A single woman is nothing but low hanging fruit in places like this," she reasoned correctly, but for a 32 year old sexually frustrated divorcee, the attention was more than appreciated. Having served as the designated driver on most of the occasions when she'd gone out with her friends, Amber decided to indulge herself in a fair amount of social lubricant on those solo nights out, trusting a cab could get her home in one piece. There were a handful of times Amber allowed herself the guilty pleasure of accepting the affections of a man she'd met during those nights out alone. Usually they just got a room at a hotel near by, and once she'd agreed to go back to his place for the night. Thankfully Amber was still alive to tell the story, but after a few months of living the duel life of dedicated mother and employee during the week and loose and eager tramp on weekends, she began to feel queasy about where things were headed. Amber remembered the first time she caught a glimpse in a guy's eyes while she was out at one of her regular haunts, a gaze that basically said, "Oh, there's that tall girl over there who everyone's saying is easy." With her friend, Chloe, on the mend from her broken ankle, Amber sensed her nights of having to go out alone would soon be coming to an end. Strangely, this caused a significant amount of angst internally for her. On one hand, Amber felt a nagging fear that other people at the clubs might insinuate to Chloe about some of the exploits they'd seen Amber do over the previous few months. On the other hand, something even deeper inside Amber worried with Chloe tagging along, she might not be able to expand on the same said exploits. Deciding to get one last evening out before Chloe barged back into her late night activities, Amber found herself in the lobby bar of the Doubletree Hotel in town. The timing of her visit couldn't have been more cosmic. Pretty soon after arriving and finding a comfortable seat at the bar, Amber spotted the short man that had approached her a few months back. "God...what's his name?" she immediately racked her brain. "...Phillipe," the voice deep within her head quickly replied. Seated alone at the bar, it didn't take long before Amber started to feel the kinetic energy of several male stares, and within 10 minutes or so a handful had made their way over to gauge her interest. To her disappointment however, the pickings were pretty slim that night, at least with the men who were paying her any attention. Just as she'd been weeks earlier when she first met Phillipe, Amber found her strangely pre-occupied with the amount of female adoration he was seeming to get, to the point of almost ignoring the men who were occasionally coming up to introduce themselves to her. Amber spent the next little while dismissively deflecting the inevitable come-ons as she sipped from her fruity mixed drink. Usually a stern, "Thanks, but I'm not interested," did the trick. The presence of a 6 foot 2 inch woman, even seated, rejecting them was usually enough to send the guys searching for easier prey. Amber occasionally had it use the "I'm actually here looking for another woman' card, but it had been her limited experience that saying that often engendered more interest than it deflected. In Stark Contrast Ch. 01 The warm, re-assuring fizz of the alcohol finally starting to take root in her system, Amber crossed her legs as she sat on the barstool and leaned forward slightly, leering as politely as she could at Phillipe and the 30ish brunette seated on the far side of the club. The odd looking pair had cozied right up to one another in the booth as table in front of them filled with emptied shot glasses. "No way someone that short can handle that much booze...on the other hand, nothing about him seems to make any sense," Amber sloshed her own drink in her hand and reasoned. Amber's heart proceeded to lump in her throat a few seconds later when she saw the woman's right hand disappear casually under the table. It didn't take long for a wide, canary eating grin to spread across Phillipe's face, telling anyone who might be watching with a keen eye exactly what was going on. Her pupils narrowing as she blocked out the cascade of other sensory input surrounding her, Amber focused intently on the playful look in the brunette's eyes as she gladly worked her arm up and down beneath the table. Her pulse right now twice it's normal level, Amber nearly smashed the rim of her drink into her chin when she tried to take a sip. Exhaling deeply and sitting her glass down when she saw the brunette pull her hand from Phillipe's lap, Amber reached out and anxiously squeezed at the edge of the bar as she watched the couple across the room slide out of the booth and gather their things. The knuckles of her grip white as Phillipe and the woman made their way out of the bar, Amber spun around on her barstool watching them make their way out into the lobby, presumably to the elevator and a waiting room upstairs. Without anything to really stop her, Amber rose from her seat and fluttered like a helpless feather stranded on a gust of wind behind Phillipe and his conquest. ___________________________________ Phillipe and the woman he was with weren't headed upstairs quite yet. By the time Amber had stumbled out of the bar and re-traced the couple's steps, she caught a glimpse of them just before they disappeared inside a set of double doors at the far end of one of the lobby's long hallways. Inching forward like a half-drunk and horny zombie, Amber crept along the right edge of the hallway, concealing herself when she felt it necessary behind the cover of the large potted plants lining the wall. Thankfully the hotel was relatively deserted at that late hour as she inched closer to the set of doors. "It's the hotel's indoor pool," Amber muttered under her breath when she got close enough to read the sign. It didn't take long for the heavy scent of chlorine to fill Amber's lungs, causing a slight twinge of nausea to roll through her belly as she contemplated her next move. The internal discomfort wasn't enough however to stifle her curiosity about what waited on the other side of those heavy wooden, swinging doors. Amber just knew if she pressed against the doors, they would create enough sound to startle the couple inside. "It's a public place for Godsakes," a deviously rational voice inside her head reminded, and before she even knew she'd done it, Amber extended her hands out and cracked the door open a smidge. "It didn't make a sound," she sighed before leaning forward to steal a peek between the fraction of an opening. The first thing she saw was Phillipe naked from behind just after he'd stepped out of his pants as he made his way to the steps on the left side of the pool. Even though she couldn't see her, from the sound of splashing and giggling Amber could tell the woman with Phillipe was already in the water. The brief glimpse of Phillipe's nude frame left Amber breathless. Despite his stature, Amber was viscerally struck by how chiseled his shoulders, back and hips seemed as he disappeared into the pool. "He's no midget...or child," Amber shuddered as she awkwardly knelt down, holding her breath as the sound of frolicking continued inside. She quickly found herself at a crossroads. Even in her drunken and pre-occupied state, Amber knew someone might come down the hallway at any given moment. Knowing such a swank place probably had several cameras mounted inconspicuously as well, she prayed no one was manning the screens at such a late hour. Despite all the embarrassment she was opening herself up to, the pull of seeing what was the other side of those doors proved to be too much. Pushing the barely cracked door a little further open, Amber could see roughly 30% of the pool, but not the far corner where Phillipe and his lady friend were playing. The room was mostly dark inside, the only illumination coming from the half dozen or so lights built into the walls of the pool, which created quite the psychedelic and shadowy reflection on the walls of the room each time the couple in the pool stirred up another batch of waves. "What do you think you're going to do...sneak in there like the Invisible Woman?" Amber asked herself. The way she continued to squirm by the door, looking vaguely like an agitated minx in heat as she struggled for a better view provided the answer to her question. Before she could muster the courage to dart through the doors like a soldier storming a beach, the skinny-dipping couple inside swam back into her field of view. Instantly freezing every muscle in her body, Amber waited there in hushed silence as she peered in at the playful lovers kissing and fondling each other, oblivious to the fact they were being watched. Knowing in the back of her mind someone could come along at any moment, Amber tried to steal every bit of guilty voyeuristic pleasure. Contorting her six foot plus frame the best she could in a mini-skirt and high heels to see between the gap she'd created between the doors, Amber looked comical closing her left eye slightly to focus her right on the shadowy figures inside. The woman was reclining with her back against the edge of the pool with her legs outstretched to each side as Phillipe floated in front of her, both blissfully unaware they were being watched. Kneeling even further sideways as she rested her right knee on the thankfully plush carpet below, a thumping rush of adrenaline shot through Amber's body when she saw Phillipe, just like a wild and calculating animal, lunge forward on top of the woman. A piercing female groan instantly ricocheted through the cavernous room, causing Amber's hair to tingle as the cries from inside reverberated inside her head. "He just mounted her," Amber licked her bone dry lips and muttered, seemingly having to tell herself what she was seeing was real. Her internal conversation ceased when she began fixating on the way the marbled muscles in Phillipe's upper body flexed and fired each time he drove his crotch forward. "YEEESSSSS," the woman in the pool moaned over and over, the splashing waves creating an eerie and erotic backdrop each time Phillipe connected with yet another virile thrust. With light being at such a premium inside the room, thankfully Phillipe and the woman were close enough to one of the underwater lanterns that Amber could make out the joyous expressions on each of their faces as they savagely thrashed together in the water. Seeing the way the much taller woman's legs flared out like oars to each side of Phillipe's churning waist, Amber had to fight the dreadfully pressing urge to reach down and acknowledge the bonfire growing between her thighs. Losing track of how long she'd knelt there in that cock-eyed position as she peered through the narrow opening of the door, Amber could feel her calves and neck steadily start to cramp as the couple in the pool gradually fucked towards a trashing crescendo. Her knees trembling on the carpet as she struggled to keep her squinted gaze steady, Amber could tell from the increasingly violent way the woman's feet splashed in the water that she was on the verge of cumming. Seeing the way Phillipe's hips tightened as he intensified his thrusts, she knew he was close as well. The vicious and jagged howls that bled from their throats a minute or so later simply confirmed the inevitable. Holding her breath as she absorbed the sensory overload taking place inside the room, Amber could almost feel the waves of the pool cascading across her very own skin as the two bodies heaved and shuddered in front of her. Realizing she better get to her feet and make a quick get-away before possibly being discovered, Amber stumbled to her feet, stealing what last few glimpses she could through the gap in the door before silently allowing it to shut. The last thing she saw was Phillipe and his conquest making their way over to the same steps they'd used to enter the pool. The image of Phillipe's rubbery and freshly used penis, and just how disturbingly disproportional it seemed to the rest of his dripping wet body, was seared into Amber's mind as she struggled to let the door close all the way. The last thing she remembered before tearing herself away was the look of exhausted glee on the woman's face as she and Phillipe giggled their way out of the pool and reached for their towels. Immediately turning to scurry away from the scene of her voyeuristic crime, Amber hadn't taken two steps before the charley-horse that had cropped up in her lower right leg nearly sent her toppling over. "GOD...SHIT," she cringed. "I feel like I've just been shot!" "Please let me get back up this hallway before they come out those doors, " Amber muttered under her breath, and she probably would have if she hadn't spilled the contents of her purse on the floor when she tried swinging it over her other shoulder. Wanting to scream in frustration, Amber was thankfully able to stifle the urge between her severely gritted teeth as she gathered herself to kneel down and collect the make-up compacts, lipstick cases and various other feminine effects. Still in her high heels, and more than a little drunk, crouching down to pick up anything was a challenge for a woman of 6'2". The sleepy tightness in her calf didn't help, but she was sure she could stuff everything back into her purse before the doors 10 feet behind her opened. Once again her optimism wasn't rewarded. Her ankle twisting slightly under her awkward and gangly weight, Amber stumbled down on her side just as Phillipe and his lady friend made their way out of the pool entrance and walked by, both clad in little more than wrapped towels and a freshly fucked smiles. Shielding her face away from the passing couple, embarrassed to no end by her predicament, not to mention praying Phillipe wouldn't recognize her from their brief meeting months earlier, Amber was sure she could feel the weight of their gazes as they slipped quietly by. "They probably think I'm either a stumbling drunk whore or a klutzsy escort who just lost her marbles," Amber reasoned, quite correctly. All that was left now was for Amber to gather her stuff, stand up then try to collect the remnants of her pride before hailing a cab to take her home. A voice in her head suggested she go back inside the bar to get another drink or two to take the edge off, but she was simply too exhausted. Besides, even if she wasn't going to get lucky that night, she had quite a memory full of stuff she'd just witnessed to help her fall asleep by when she finally tucked herself into bed. Sadly however, her frustration that evening was just beginning. Desperate to jump into a taxi and get home, Amber overlooked one minor detail. Hailing the first cab that came along, she told the driver where she lived and the two were on their way. It wasn't until they were about two minutes from her house that Amber looked around at the decals on the windows and didn't see a Visa/Mastercard sticker. Realizing then she'd jumped into a cab that wasn't one of the more better known or more reputable companies she usually used, Amber was left with a nauseating roll in her belly as she fumbled through the scattered contents of her purse. "There's no cash in there, Dummy," she chided herself, knowing she'd given the little cash she carried with her that night to the bartender as a tip. Turning the corner to the apartment complex where she lived, Amber felt a somber wave of dread building inside her as they crept up to her front door. "You...don't take...credit cards...do you?" she asked meekly. "No Ma'am," the driver replied dismissively in a thick Egyptian accent. ___________________________________ Siyeed Taliq had been in the US just over three years, having joined his brother here in the States after his family business tanked in Cairo. The brothers had started a taxi company 18 months earlier, and while they weren't getting rich by any means, they were making due. Forty-four years old and not exactly the most progressive person when it came to gender roles, Siyeed was still acclimating himself to the way women behaved here opposed to what he'd grown accustomed to back home. Biting his tongue quite often when he encountered such situations, Siyeed bottled that visceral disapproval inside as her ferried many of the business women in downtown Portland from place to place. Thankfully in those cases, the tips he received was enough to offset his moral discomfort, but the women that really struck a nerve were the spoiled and sloppy college girls he dealt with most weekends. Cleaning up puke out of a backseat wasn't all that cool no matter what one's heritage was, but the girls' behavior often flew in the face of everything he'd learned a woman should be. That, and those girls were usually lousy tippers on top of it. While Amber was certainly much older than the college-aged girls Siyeed detested, the way she stumbled to get into the backseat and the subsequent way she seemed to sway like a drunken bobblehead doll behind him the entire trip home caused him to repeatedly roll his eyes in the privacy of the front seat. When she asked out of the blue if he would take a credit card when the sign on the dash clearly said "CASH ONLY" as soon as they arrived at her place, Siyeed's dander crested. The bickering that ensued between the two wasn't pretty, comical perhaps, but certainly not at all productive. Amber still owed the man $18.75, and for the life of her she didn't have an immediate way to pay. Knowing there was no cash in the house, Amber asked if he'd drive her down to the strip mall a few blocks over so she could use the ATM. He told her he wasn't going to move another inch unless she came up with some sort of collateral. Siyeed knew he could have easily agreed to scurry her over to the nearest cash machine but he was having too much fun watching her become unhinged in the backseat. "You don't have any friends to call to bring you the money?" Siyeed asked, more than half mockingly in his broken English. "Its almost 2 o'clock in the morning ...I ought to call the Goddamn police!" Amber countered in a slow, methodical, almost Eastwood-esque voice. "And tell them what...you don't have the money to pay your fare?" Siyeed smiled back without missing a beat, his reply creating what amounted to a pale of silence for several seconds inside his car. "No luck...you know...on your night out?" Siyeed asked in a snarky, insinuating tone. "WHAT?" Amber snapped. "A pretty woman like you...dressed like that...coming home alone...you couldn't find a man tonight?" he continued to sarcastically dig. "...Oh God...," Amber let out a disgusted hiss, ready right then to just get out of the cab and walk to her apartment if it wasn't for the fact that she knew he'd call the cops and all the neighbors would come to their window to see why all the blue lights were flashing at her place at two in the morning. Instead, the two continued to sit there in increasingly pressurized silence. "I have an idea," Siyeed spoke up a few seconds later with cool, nearly dramatic precision. It didn't take Siyeed a great deal of clairvoyant thought to size up his fare's current condition, just a well trained nose. The alcohol on Amber's breath each time she bellowed out a complaint about her situation was clue number one, but from the moment the woman had set foot in his cab, the subtle hint of her unquenched arousal had wafted freely all around him. The tide of pheromones swirling through the air each time Amber tried shifting her obscenely long legs to make herself comfortable in the back seat, Siyeed gradually made his assessment. "You wanted to have sex tonight...with a man you didn't even know?" Siyeed quizzed with smile, the words especially cutting given his thick foreign accent. "...Wha...WHAT?!" Amber shuddered then seized out of reflex into the corner of the seat. "You perverted, sick piece of shit!!" she wanted to yell up to him, but the muscles in her mouth suddenly knotted. As stridently as Amber wanted to defend her honor against the cabby's crude accusations, the truth of the matter was he was right. "You go home alone most nights, don't you?" Siyeed continued to prod after allowing Amber to stew in her juices a little longer. On the verge of reaching for the faux diamond ring on her right hand to throw at the prick up front to settle her debt, an unsettling wave of dread seemed to settle over Amber as she realized this wasn't about the fare any longer. "You need to be fucked but you can't find a man to meet your standards...so you go home alone...again," Siyeed soberly made his assessment. "But that itch...that itch you have...it won't let go...you were going to go inside and take care of that...that itch ...weren't you?" Amber's tongue rolled like a drill-bit in her mouth, desperate to spit her reply but instead, with every second of silence that passed, the taunting man in the front seat knew it was true. "Are you wearing panties?" he sneered, still looking straight forward. All Amber could manage was a sickening groan when she absorbed Siyeed's latest query. Staring straight at the door handle on the passenger side, Amber thought she could reach for it and make her escape but her arms wouldn't move. Her gangly legs clenched knee to knee as she tilted sideways on the cool vinyl seat, Amber gripped tightly to the purse resting on her lap. "Open your legs...let me see," Siyeed said softly, his voice calm and strangely at ease given the circumstances. "...I... WILL...," Amber planned on adding "NOT" to the end of her sentence but once again her tongue seemed to drown in molasses. "You wore them planning on someone seeing them tonight...that I know...or maybe you're not wearing any at all," Siyeed was unrelenting. "I can maybe just...you know... forget about this $20 fare...or maybe I can just keep the meter running?" The clock on the cab's dash had crept past 2am and there wasn't a soul stirring around the apartment complex as a layer of fog settled in. It would have been an eerie time of the night as it was, but given the spot Amber found herself in, it felt positively surreal. Deep down she knew she had her phone and could call 911, but she had no clue what she'd tell them. She was the one who was drunk and had no way to pay her fare, and in front of her sat a sober driver with a fatherly glow on his face, that is when those vile and horribly demeaning words were dripping from his lips. A dizzying parade of jumbled thoughts swirling around her as she sat there brooding in the still of the night, before she even realized she had, Amber unfolded her legs. Turning her head as if to swallow something bitter but necessary, Amber reached down and took the purse off her lap before laying it aside. Staring into the man's dark eyes when she turned and met his gaze in the rear view, Amber bit her tongue as she reached for the hem of her very short skirt. "Is this good enough?" she snapped up to the man in front of her as she worked the material up to her hips. In Stark Contrast Ch. 01 "...Very nice," Siyeed nodded, containing his disbelief that she'd actually gone through with his suggestion. A grin spread across the 44 year old Egyptian's face as he inhaled the glorious scent rising from between Amber's parted thighs. "I knew it," he congratulated himself when he looked back in the mirror and saw the wet spot of recent arousal coating the front panel of the woman's silky white panties. Even though his vision had seen better days, Siyeed could still clearly discern the puffy outline of Amber's labia through the material as she held her legs apart for him. "Rub it," he found himself urging out loud before he could stop himself. An audible gasp of defeated frustration bled from Amber's throat the instant she heard Siyeed up the ante yet again, but still she didn't find the words to voice her dissent. "You're leaning backwards with your knees spread apart in the backseat of a cab because you don't have the money to pay the fare," Amber inner voice tried rationalizing even though the time for rational thought had probably been left somewhere way back at the hotel. The Cabby's crude plea to "rub it" played over and over inside her head as the booze and confusion in her system steadily caused everything to go an electric shade of gray. "Praise to Allah," Siyeed marveled, shaking his head when he saw the woman in the backseat guide her right hand between her thighs to softly massage the squishy flesh beneath her soaked and skimpy underwear. His heart in his throat as he held his breath, Siyeed listened to Amber's digits as they skimmed and swirled across the front of her panties, the friction of the sound causing goosebumps to well along the back of his neck as he shifted nervously in his seat. By the time her fingertips came to rest on her lap, Amber was past the point of no return. Wincing each time she grazed her spinning fingers across her aroused clitoris, Amber could feel sizzling jolts of electricity coursing up and down her spine as she gave in to the cabby's demands. "You...don't...have to...do...this," that voice of inner rationale scolded, but it came across with the same conviction of two hands slipping from a rocky ledge. Even though she was squirming on the vinyl seat of a nondescript taxi, surrounded by the scent of incense and pine deodorizer, Amber was able somehow to drift backwards 45 minutes or so to the voyeuristic interlude she had back at the hotel. Kneading her fingers hard against her sopping wet red bush, Amber defiantly kept her gaze trained forward, locking them on the cabby's saucer shaped eyes staring back in the rear view. Over and over Amber scratched her fingertips across her clit, imagining she was the one getting plowed back in that hotel pool. "EEHH...EEHHHH...EEHHAAAHHH," her voice curdled until she was haplessly lurching forward on the slick cushion, her knees now grinding against the back of the seat in front of her. Butterflying her thighs all the way apart as she snuck her fingers inside the soaked front patch of her panties, Amber used the same tried and true method she'd done hundreds of times in private. Pressing the tip of her thumb down on her clit like a maniac using a remote control, she briskly corkscrewed her wrist before hooking her index and middle deep inside her steaming vaginal crevice. "AAAAHHHHHGGGGAAAHHHDDDDD," Amber blurted out the instant she jabbed her g-spot, in the process sending several streams of clear, sparkling moisture all over the seat and floorboard of the incredulous man's cab. For a moment, Amber sat there stunned over what she'd did. It had only been the third or fourth time in her life she'd ever made herself ejaculate to that level during orgasm, and while she probably should have sat there for a few minutes allowing her heart rate to stabilize, more than anything she wanted to get out of that taxi and into the sanctuary of her own home. Needless to say, Amber was in no shape to examine how doing such a naughty and wanton thing may have contributed to the ferocity of her release. "That should take care of the fare...plus the motherfucking tip," she spat with real venom up to the driver, seemingly pulling down her skirt, grabbing her purse and swinging the door of the cab open in one frightening motion. Then she was gone... Part 2 to come... In Stark Contrast Ch. 02 From the instant she collapsed backwards against the inside of her front door and peeked out the curtains to make sure the cab was gone, Amber gradually felt as if her real body was slowly re-entering the shell of whatever it was she'd become over the previous hour. Surveying the darkness of her apartment, afraid to turn on a light and take a chance of seeing what may be reflected in the mirror hanging on the far side of the room, Amber groped her way down the hall to her bedroom, looking every bit the drunk and exhausted woman she was. With each staggering baby-step she took, she tried telling herself what she'd done in the backseat of the cab was only part of a very vivid and naughty dream. Each time she rubbed the slickness of her tangy and warm juices between her fingers however, she knew it was all too real. Amber surprised herself by how easily she was able to fall asleep that night, but the following morning was not easy. Besides the normal malaise of a hangover to deal with, each time she looked at a picture hanging in the house, or into a mirror for that matter, she had a hard time jiving the woman she saw looking back with the one that had done such a lewd thing in the cab the previous night. While the guilt and embarrassment did gradually fade over the next few days, Amber still found herself visibly recoiling each time she saw a taxi pass by. Too drunk that fateful night to remember exactly which cab company it was that brought her home, she knew she would be playing Russian Roulette each time a situation arose and she had to hail down a ride in the future. Even if it wasn't the same Arab guy driving it, somehow Amber knew there would be an icky kinship where the man that night would have told every other Middle Eastern cabbie in the world about what she'd done in his backseat. It wasn't long after that debacle of a night that Amber's friends started bugging her to hit the town again. After a few weeks of hemming, hawing and excuse making, she decided to start joining them for the occasional drink after work. It took awhile but eventually Amber found herself back on the Friday and Saturday night barhopping circuit with her co-workers on a regular basis. Much to her surprise, Amber started to feel more at ease than anytime of her life when it came to dealing with the men who approached her. Despite her continued self conscience about her height, and the presence of several yappy female friends to deal with, Amber found herself much more receptive to the flirtations of men, as well as more comfortable dabbling in a little of her own. Unfortunately she still hadn't quite found the right guy to flip her switch. All that changed one night however when Amber was returning from the bathroom of a club she and her friends had dropped anchor at. _________________________________ Phillipe Ruiz had headed back up to the Great Northwest to check on a few business investments he'd made. It had been several months since he visited Portland, but he also looked forward to his visits. Venturing out his final night there with the owners of the stables he made the investment in, Phillipe didn't have any concrete plans for the evening, simply planning to take things as they came before his flight out early the next morning. Trying to navigate his way through the flashing neon cloak of darkness towards the restroom, Phillipe's night out took an early turn for the better when he accidentally collided with a woman nearly a foot taller than he was. _________________________________ Just as she'd done months earlier when Phillipe approached her while she was at a bar buying her friends a round of drinks, Amber instinctively recoiled when a man that short bumped into her. "I'm ...so....sorry," she started to babble until she recognized who it was. "...No..Prob..," Phillipe started to reassure until he too was also struck with a vague recognition. A silent stare played out between the two as they blocked the zig-zagging stream of bar patrons making their way to the bathrooms. "It's ..Phillipe...right?" Amber stammered, wringing her hands together nervously as a smile of recognition came to the man's angular face. "Yes it is," Phillipe nodded. Hating himself for an instant when he wasn't immediately able to recall her's from so long ago, Phillipe noticed the shimmer in Amber's eyes that said she didn't expect him to remember her. He was able however to call up the name of the club where their paths had first crossed, and that brought a huge sigh of relief to Amber as she continued to fidget. "Are you here with anyone?" Phillipe asked as he subtly nudged Amber towards the wall and out of the rush of human traffic. ".....Yes.....No.....just here with some friends...," Amber fumbled for her words, unable to get the memory of what she'd seen with Phillipe and that other woman in the pool out of her mind as he stared up at her with that hauntingly familiar, all knowing gaze. _________________________________ Even though he didn't remember Amber's name, he vividly did recall not only her incredibly long legs, stunning dark red hair and statuesque frame, but also the air of cautious vulnerability that oozed from her pores. The fact that she so readily pulled his name out of the air sent a tingle of primal curiosity through Phillipe. Having no clue she'd witnessed what he'd done with that other woman in a hotel pool several blocks away, all Phillipe could think was he'd made quite a good first impression when they'd met in passing all those months earlier. Preparing to ask Amber if she'd care to dance, or perhaps just grab a drink and get to know one another in a dark corner of the lounge, he stopped himself when he saw the ghostly look of readied want in the much taller woman's eyes. "I have a room at the hotel across the street," he looked up at Amber and offered over the din of music thumping around them. ".....Good," Amber trembled, feeling as if she'd somehow become handcuffed to a runaway train. "Do you want to go tell your friends you're leaving?" he asked. "..No....," Amber gulped. "I'll...I think I'll just call them on the way over and tell them I'll be back in a little while." Within a minute or so the odd looking pair had made their discreet escape from the club. _________________________________ Her eyes shut, Amber was saved from the absurdity of the sight below. Even if she had seen it however, it probably wouldn't have mattered, what he was doing simply felt too good. Her shoulder blades pressed firmly against the far wall of the hotel room, Amber balled her left hand into the fabric of the curtains to her side as she lowered her right along the back of Phillipe's grinding head for support. The same head that was now burrowed completely beneath her skirt. At his height, Phillipe barely had to extend forward to bury his face between Amber's quivering thighs. Using his left hand to tear away the skimpy material of Amber's soaked panties, the young jockey lapped and swirled his tongue through the towering woman's boiling sex. Her willowy legs beginning to buckle as Phillipe chewed greedily at her vagina, Amber was forced to lock both her hands down on his shoulders to keep from toppling over. Even though he was nearly a foot shorter in stature, Amber seemed mesmerized by the strength and certainty that was coursing through Phillipe's sinewy muscles as she wrapped her fingers around the back of his swiveling neck. "UUUHHHH.....AARRGGAAHHHH," Amber croaked in a rough and raspy cough, feeling as if the floor beneath her feet was gradually melting away. Weaving her fingers together in the strands of Phillipe's closely cropped black hair, Amber felt her chest begin to heave as his tongue slithered like a determined snake deeper towards the warmth of her womb. "GGGAAA...GGGAAAA..... GGAAAWWWDDD... GGGGAAWWWWWDDDDDDDDD," she eventually grimaced, her head bobbing spastically back and forth against the wall as the man below ate her to a series of brutal orgasms. Without the support of Phillipe's face propped between her thighs, Amber found herself crumpling on her weakened knees when he stepped away. "....Damn....," she bellowed, squeezing her breasts through her blouse with one hand while gently patting her screaming crotch with the other. Her head still swimming in blissful release, Amber had no clue what to expect next. Phillipe, on the other hand, did. Half crouched with her back sliding slowly down the wall, Amber looked the part of a lifeless rag doll, powerless to stop the man in front of her from grabbing her by the waist and spinning her 180 degrees around. Facing the wall now with her back to Phillipe, Amber brushed her hands against the smooth, satin finished paint, listening to the duel sounds of his breathing and her own rapid heartbeat. Then she heard him begin to unbuckle his belt. "He's gonna fuck me right here...just like this," a shivering voice teased inside Amber's head. Every nerve in her body on edge, Amber held her breath, waiting for the inevitable. Lurching her heels off the floor when she felt Phillipe fold the elastic band of her panties between his fingers, Amber gladly rested there in place as he yanked them down her legs. Edging her left cheek against the wall, Amber balanced herself expectantly on her toes as Phillipe hovered behind her. She nearly fainted when he finally grazed his fingertips along the crack of her bare behind. Feeling Phillipe's warm breath drifting down along the back of her neck, Amber just knew she'd feel his cock slip between her spread thighs at any moment. Instead he made her wait and wait, enjoying the way her body tilted and swayed in front of him. When he finally did touch her again, its wasn't with his dick, but his left hand. "WHHAAAA," Amber trembled, feeling his small but very firm grip clamp down hard on her still throbbing sex. Patting her palms in unison against the wall to each side of her head, Amber gracefully grinded her rear end as Phillipe confidently fondled her vagina. She then visibly shuddered when he used his other hand to gently trace his fingers down the arched line of her spinal column. "OOHH...AAHHHHH," Amber's voice cascaded through the room when it seemed as if Phillipe's 10 fingers each took on a life of their own. It wasn't long before Amber's juices were once again dripping from her labia. "Do you want me to fuck you?" she heard him ask in a voice strangely and seductively accented in both Spanish and Creole. The way her pussy lips flared and bloomed around his probing hand gave him the answer he wanted. Once again however, it wasn't his penis that pressed down from behind, but his eager and warm mouth directly down on her puckered and exposed asshole. "JESUS...FUCK...," she winced and shook, her feet barely standing pat on the floor as Phillipe began doing something to her no man ever had. Within a heartbeat, Amber felt as if a million microscopic bees began stinging her entire midsection when Phillipe started to ream his tongue back and forth between her cunt and anus. Her eyes sealed shut, Amber couldn't fathom how erotic the sight was of Phillipe kneeling between her outstretched feet, his neck twisting as he eagerly devoured every square inch of her crotch. Her fingers now digging at the wall above her head, Amber bit at her lower lip as she grinded her asscheeks downwards against Phillipe's face. It all became a blinding blur for the half naked divorcee as she gyrated in her self imposed darkness, Phillipe's tongue now felt three times it's size as he raked it between her swollen pussy and the rim of her virgin ass. "DEAR GOD!!" she spat down, her knees quivering to the point where she would have careened all the way forward if the wall hadn't been there to stop it. "DAMN...I can't believe how good this feels," Amber croaked to herself, feeling as if a spliced electrical wire had been rigged between her pussy and rectum as Phillipe relentlessly rocketed his tongue back and forth with cat-quick determination. "SSSHHHEEEE...AAAAAHHH," she wailed when he had the audacity to jab both his index fingers into her rear end. Her entire body quaking as she rutted her backside against Phillipe's feasting lips, Amber prepared to pass out when he digitally began penetrating her ass at the same time swirling his tongue like a maniac across her Skittle sized clit. Just as the settling daze of delirium began to overtake Amber, Phillipe pulled his dripping mouth away from her crotch and stood up behind her. "WHHHHAA...," a whimpering groan gurgled from Amber's lungs as she hurriedly dropped her right hand between her legs to keep the friction on her sizzling quim. Allowing Amber to stew in her juices for several seconds, Phillipe loved the way she cowered against the wall, her behind jutting out towards him as if begging him to finish her off. With methodical precision, he swung his fully aroused cock forward and shoved it between the slickened chute of Amber's thighs. A rolling seismic tremor worked its way through Amber's six foot two inch frame when she felt the blunt smoothness of Phillipe's erection slide along the goose-pimpled skin of her forearm. For just an instant she was transported a few months back to the night she witnessed the ferocity in which Phillipe had fucked that other woman with in the pool. An icy warm tingle danced down her spine as well when she remembered how obscenely disproportional his penis had seemed to the rest of his body, the same penis that was now pressing insistently against the palm of her hand. Reaching blindly down, Amber wrapped her fingers around the mass of warm flesh as she felt the ticklish presence of his pubes on her bare ass. She knew he was moving into place. Instinctively spreading her feet wider on the floor, without saying a word, Amber granted Phillipe permission to do with her whatever he pleased. Nudging Amber's right hand away, Phillipe proceeded to do just that, burying the upper third of his manhood between the flowering folds of her waiting cunt. "JEEEEZZZUUUSSS....YEEEEEZZZZZZZ," the much taller woman winced and squealed, her long torso twisting terribly as the constricting walls of her vagina swallowed Phillipe's prick steadily deeper. Barely able to stand on her own, Amber was literally putty in the tiny man's hands as he pounded her with increasing violence from behind. Gasping loudly between each of Phillipe's bone-jarring thrusts, Amber couldn't help being struck by the dichotomy of what was happening behind her. Phillipe's hands were so small, yet as firm as two vices as he held her by the waist. On top of that, despite his obvious stature, here he was fucking her harder than any man had before, and it wasn't even close. "He's treating you like nothing but a slut.....he doesn't even remember your name," the last voice of decency babbled inside Amber's head, but was quickly drowned out by the flesh on flesh collisions of Phillipe's thighs crashing into her raised ass. "No wonder he's treating you like a slut," another more pointed voice reminded. "You watched him fuck another woman through a crack in a door like a common perv....Then you masturbated in the back of a cab that same night to pay your fare..now here you are with him in his hotel room five minutes after you ran into him coming back from the bathroom at the club..and he still doesn't even remember your name!!" "He's treating you exactly how you're acting like you need to be treated!!" she finished chiding herself. While it certainly wasn't Amber Ross' "N.O.W." moment, the overwhelming sensation of Phillipe's cock blasting relentlessly in her womb was worth every temporary knock to her character. Then there was the one other thing she hadn't noticed that day she spied in Phillipe in the pool. While she had certainly taken note of just how well endowed he was, Amber didn't notice the pronounced horn-shaped rise in the upper third of the charismatic man's erect penis. Given the position he currently had her in however, ignoring that fist shaped blade slamming repeatedly into areas inside her no man had ever touched was simply too much for any woman to endure. "He's gotta cum soon," Amber groaned, hanging on to the wall for dear life. Given her experience, albeit limited, with men, Amber just knew the man pounding her from behind had to be closing in on his release, yet the pace and brutal efficiency of his thrusts showed no signs of slowing down. Over and over Phillipe plunged his cock in and out of Amber's squishing cunt, the sound of it filling the room along with an occasional savage grunt from each. Her forehead curled against the wall, Amber slitted her eyes open far enough to see the oblong spear of Phillipe's phallus gouging her pussy wide open. "PLEASE FUCK ME....OH GOD PLEASE DONT STOP..FUCK ME PLLLEASSSEEEEEE," Amber heard a voice she barely recognized as her own reverberating inside her head. Happy to oblige, Phillipe continued his debilitating assault, locking his 10 fingers around each side of Amber's meaty hips as he impaled her spasming cunt. "OHGODI'MGONNACUM..OHMYGODI'MGONNNACUM" she whimpered several times without taking a breath. "OH MY GOD..OH MY GOD..OHHHFUCCKKKK.. OOHHHGGGOOODDDDDDDDD,'" Amber then bellowed at full throat into the wall, unable to withstand another second of Phillipe's virile stampede before she let go. And let go she did. Her eyes still partially open, Amber could see the musky froth of her arousal leaking from her pussy like rain from a clogged gutter as the ruthless man behind her continued to jab his cock forward. Within a minute or so, both the wall and the carpet below had become drenched in her own liquid fulfillment. When she was finally done, all Amber could do was drop down to her knees, her disjointed body spent from the ringer Phillipe had put her through. Feeling his cock dislodge with a mucusy plop, Amber looked up through the cobwebs of her dazed eyes and saw his erection now jutting proudly above her eyes. "He still isn't finished with me," Amber told herself with a mix of fear, exhaustion and joy. Amber couldn't help but take note of how their perspectives had suddenly shifted. Remembering how she'd towered over Phillipe the first time he'd introduced himself to her at the bar months earlier, now she found herself kneeling at his feet, every nerve ending in her body screaming as she gazed up at him. The scent of her pussy steaming from the slab of marbled cartilage hanging in front of her face, a tremor of expectation swept through Amber when Phillipe tilted her chin forward with one hand and fed the curved head of cock between her lips with the other. The weight of his manhood instantly pressing down on her palate, Amber found herself having to breathe out of her nostrils a little more with each exhale. Her cheeks puffing out as he slowly shoved his girth deeper down her throat, all Amber could see when she looked up was Phillipe's handsome but emotionless face as he watched her give head. It wasn't long before the bees were once again stirring in Amber's loins. Reaching up with her right hand, she tenderly cupped Phillipe's tiny but muscular hips as she sucked his dick, at the same time dropping her left hand back down between her own greasy thighs. Sensing she was ready for more, Phillipe eventually helped Amber to her feet before leading the groggy and staggering woman towards the bed. ___________________________ How she made it across the room to the bed she'd never know. Every nerve in her body aching from the prolonged and awkward position Phillipe held her in while he took his pound of lust, when Amber finally collapsed down on the mattress, a chilling sigh of relief rippled from her gut. "10 seconds and you'll be fast asleep," a voice inside her head warned, but Phillipe wasn't about to give her the time to get too comfortable. In Stark Contrast Ch. 02 Looking down dreamily when she felt Phillipe's hand come to rest of the softness of her belly, Amber watched as the naked man beside her worked her blouse up until the lacy cups of her bra were exposed. Spreading her legs as if beckoning Phillipe between them, Amber's breath lodged in her throat waiting for him to unclasp the front of it. Gasping as he took her painfully erect nipples between his fingers, Amber dug her heels hard into the crisply pressed sheets. Reaching up with her right hand to pull Phillipe closer, Amber smashed her lips furiously against his as his small but knowing hand examined every nook and cranny of her freed bosom. Allowing his grip to drift slowly from the warmth of Amber's cleavage as he twisted his tongue delightfully around her's, Phillipe massaged the woman's bare midriff for several seconds before eventually lowering it to it's ultimate destination. Sliding his fingers beneath the bunched material of her tight black skirt, Phillipe pressed his index and middle fingers together, using them repeatedly to carve a swath through the humid and swollen folds of Amber's pussy. His cock standing at full attention as he watched the way Amber's rear end bucked off the bed, the rigid and angular slab of flesh seemed to take on the qualities of a divining rod pointed crudely at its eventual target. Scrubbing his mouth down Amber's cheek before closing it on the softest part of her neck, Phillipe then took great pleasure caressing his lips across the swells of Amber's 34C breasts until each of her nipples inflated like fat, juicy cherries on his tongue. "Spread your legs all the way," he looked up into Amber's eyes and insisted. Despite the soreness coursing through her body, Amber complied at the speed of light. Like an animal taking advantage of a willing female in heat, Phillipe was on top of Amber with a suddenness the 32 year old divorcee hadn't ever seen. His dick sliding easily into the same pussy he'd pilaged just minutes earlier, this time Phillipe grabbed Amber by the bottom of her thighs and pushed her knees up even with her cheeks. "OHHHHHH..FUCK!!!," she cried out, unable to quite fathom how such a small man could possess such strength and determination. His eyes just mere inches above her's now, Phillipe looked down with almost blood thirsty glee at the excruciating pleasure that was spreading across Amber's face as he pounded his pelvic bone down on top of her's. His hips working with the intensity of a piston fired engine, it wasn't long before both of Amber's feet were flailing crazily out to each side of his sweat-soaked shoulders. Her facial features scrunched as Phillipe bore down with all his weight, Amber could still look down between the bouncing brackets of her breasts and see the man's steel appendage driving deep between her parted thighs. Closing her calves around Phillipe's lean and muscular back, it felt as if the head of his cock was made of the same diamond studded material at the tip of an oil rig's burrowing drill. "OH GOD FUCK ME..FUCK ME HARD!!" she begged up to her Latin/Creole lover as she locked her ankles around the back of his waist. "UURRGGHHH..UURRGGHH..UURRGGHH," Phillipe grunted in return, simply allowing his guttural moans and the urgency of his thrusts to speak in turn. Clenching her vaginal muscles tight around the stabbing pride of Phillipe's manhood, Amber could feel every vein laced contour of his dick rubbing along the insides of her soaking wet vaginal walls. By the time she felt his balls start crashing down on the crack of her ass on each downward push, Amber swore his dick was literally spinning like that same oil well drill inside her. Assuming Phillipe was going to finish her off in that gloriously brutal position, with her legs wrapped like tentacles around him, Amber was totally unprepared for what he did next. Feeling his surprisingly strong hands come to rest on the upper part of her thighs, Amber watched as he eased backwards slightly, the entire time keeping his cock buried inside her. Even with her dizzy eyes, Amber could still see the glazed look of determined focus on Phillipe's face, almost like an artist in his creative zone. With stunning ease and quickness, Phillipe took the stalks of Amber ridiculously long legs and folded them side by side between his knees. A look of unmitigated awe bubbled beautifully across Amber's face, amazed that the tiny man hovering above was able to do so with such ease. Her thighs now braced together like two creamy white logs between Phillipe's sinewy but powerful legs, she felt like her heart would pound straight through her chest when he pushed his dick to the hilt inside her. As filled as she felt in the previous position, whatever Phillipe knew about human anatomy was now sending tears of sizzling bliss streaming down her cheeks. With her legs in that snug and unflinching position, Phillipe's already ample girth suddenly felt the size of the world when he bored it forward with short, savage thrusts. The bulldozing shaft of his cock seeming to tear at her guts, Amber was left with the swirling image of the man's almost demonic looking, upturned penis, and how it must look as it expanded the deepest reaches of her vagina. Her hands blindly flailing upwards, Amber clutched them against Phillipe's exquisitely sculpted chest, absorbing every ounce of energy he was exerting trying to satisfy her. The bed below now in constant motion, Amber suddenly found herself launching her rear end of the mattress, trying with all her might to meet Phillipe's thrusts. Sensing Amber's desperation beneath him, it only served to spur Phillipe on that much more until the two lovers ceased to look like two separate human beings on the bed. If a maid had accidentally stumbled into the room at that moment, she may have recoiled in fear thinking some sort of alien life form had taken up residency in the suite. In reality, it was the only way Phillipe Ruiz knew how to fuck. Having spent his entire life around horses, it would have been impossible for him not to take a few lessons in husbandry from the majestic animals he made his living around. Not to mention, at his size with the inevitable Napolean Complex that came with it, Phillipe always found it necessary to show the women he was with just what he was capable of. And as a result, Amber Graves was about to have the most magical and sexually transcendent moment of her life. The anvil shaped head of Phillipe's penis gouging repeatedly at her g-spot was simply too much for Amber to take. Convulsing wildly beneath her seemingly maniacal lover, Amber's brain felt just like one of those orbs of lightening you see in a mad scientist's lab. Clawing her hands over Phillipe's shoulders, arms and chest, Amber cried into the man's neck as he churned the most harrowing orgasm of her life from her loins. It was only then Phillipe allowed himself to cum. Her face buried into his left shoulder as they slammed their two very souls together, Amber could fell the veins bulging like chords in Phillipe's neck as he shot wad after wad of his burning lust deep into her womb. The bed covers now a bunched mess beneath her, Amber's gangly frame jerked and heaved as she welcomed Phillipe's frothy seed. His groin rolling like a runaway cement mixer as he emptied his bloated balls, when Phillipe finally did pull back to survey the wreckage, all he could do was wipe the sweat from his brow and smile seeing the way Amber trembled below. Reaching down with his right hand to dab at a smudge of mascara from her left eye, Phillipe then leaned in and kissed the shivering woman on the lips with a tenderness that belied everything he'd done to her over the previous half hour before finally pulling his penis free. All Amber could do was wince before reaching up in her spaced fog and pat the young man's cheek to thank him for such a romantic gesture. Once she was able to catch her breath, Amber started to take stock. She could see how her dress was hiked up to her waist, her panties obviously missing, eventually to be taken as a trophy by her lover. Her blouse pushed up to her chest, Amber could see her bra cups were laying unhooked and mangled out to each side as several fresh hickeys began to form on the lily white mounds of flesh. "I feel like I've been put through a blender," she admitted to Phillipe, who was still kneeling there between her jellified legs, as if admiring his captured prey. Seeing Phillipe's semi hard erection against the backdrop of his well defined abdominal muscles, its entire mass saturated in their shared bodily fluids, Amber knew her indiscretion was well worth it. It would be a selfishly joyful vision she'd carry with her until her dying day. She also sensed it was time for her to go. By the time she'd put herself back together and headed across the street to rejoin her friends, it was all Amber could do not to blush under the gauntlet of their quizzical stares. "Where did you run off to?" one of them asked. "Somebody I knew had something they wanted me to see," she managed with a Cheshire grin before sitting her sore and throttled behind back down beside them. THE END Hope you liked it!!