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Not Alone

By: psychedelicmoth



I was sitting at my dorm room desk looking out the window and wondering if I should even bother going out. The bars shut down at 2:00 A.M. and it was already a quarter-to-one. If I had finished my final paper for my Third World Politics class a little bit earlier I'd have ventured out. But by now I knew everyone would be stupid-drunk and there was no way I'd have time to drink enough to catch up to them. I knew everyone would be at O'houlihans. A loud, sweaty bar jam packed with drunken idiots is fantastic if you're one of those drunken idiots. But when you show up late and sober it's damn near intolerable. 

The snow that was falling outside started coming down harder and I decided it just wasn't worth it. I walked into the lounge and sat down in front of the television. I was going to play a videogame but then I thought better of it. I didn't want to be out in the lounge if Tammy came home alone and drunk. We had hooked up a couple times when we had both been drinking and each time I immediately regretted it. Neither one of us really liked each other. In fact, she liked my roommate Craig, and told me not to tell him what we had done. I had no problem with that. Tammy had few redeeming qualities and if I had told Craig what happened he would have probably laughed me out of the room.

I went back into my room, locked the door, and grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge. Listening to some music and drinking a few cold beers seemed like a good idea. Craig and his girlfriend Sarah were probably winding down a night of drunken debauchery and starting to think about heading back to her apartment. He was heading home for winter break the next day so it was their last chance to spend some quality time together. The rest of our suite would probably be headed to some after-hours party when the bars shut down. I was free to blare what ever tunes I wanted but I clicked on Radiohead's Kid A which sounds better with headphones anyway. 

To avoid being distracted I had turned off instant messaging while I was writing my paper. At this time of night, with the semester pretty much over, there was little chance that I'd have any friends online. I turned it back on but, just as I suspected, I didn't see any names in my friends list. I took a sip of beer and sat back to let the music wash over me. Listening to Kid A with my headphones on was like traveling to another world. When I closed my eyes I was flying across extraterrestrial landscapes that seemed to shift and mutate with the sound. The music offered some solace for what seemed like a rather depressing evening alone.

I opened my eyes just as track 3 was kicking in. On the screen was an instant message box from LovelyUK. I had met her in a chat room called "Women Watching Guys Cum." Craig hardly ever went home for the weekend but when he did it was a rare opportunity. Finding the privacy to release pent up sexual energy is not easy when you live in a dorm. One weekend, when Craig was home, I took advantage of the privacy. I locked the door and started looking at some porn online. It wasn't long before my cock was in my left hand and I was typing with my right. 

Soon I had moved into the chat rooms. I had never spent much time in chat rooms before but I was amazed by the amount of people who got naked on their webcams. I went into a few rooms where women were showing on their cams but they were only letting friends see. I scanned the choice of rooms and saw a room titled "Women Watching Guys Cum." I wondered how many women actually went into a room like that. It was probably one guy waiting for someone to come in and watch his cam. When I entered the room however, I saw it was practically full. I sat back and read what people were typing. A lot of women were saying they wanted to see some cock but I thought most of them were guys pretending to be girls. I started imagining what it would be like to stroke my cock for a bunch of strangers. It gave me a nervous feeling in my stomach but at the same time I felt my cock growing even harder at the prospect. I pointed my webcam between my legs and turned it on. In less then 30 seconds I had a request to view my cam. I thought, "No, I'll just turn off the camera." But, as I was reaching to switch it off, I suddenly changed my mind and allowed the person to view. I was literally shaking but I was also incredibly turned on. I clicked on the persons profile and it said her name was Anne and she was a 27 year old woman from San Diego but who was to say.

She typed, "Nice Cock!!! Keep stroking it." Then she just watched. Soon, I was getting requests to view popping up all over the screen. I allowed each one to view and kept stroking. The head of my cock was swollen and throbbing as I pumped it and thrust my hips towards the camera. I couldn't believe that I was doing this but it was making me so hot I didn't want to stop. People continued to urge me on and compliment me and before long I couldn't hold back any longer. I came as hard as I ever had before. Hot cum hit my chin and splattered across my chest. I milked every last drop out of my cock and then sat back in my chair. Suddenly I was incredibly embarrassed. I turned off the cam and grabbed a towel to clean up. Then I headed off for a much needed shower. In the shower I tried to rationalize what had happened. I told myself it was just a little experiment and that no one really knew who I was. In fact, there really didn't seem to be anything wrong with it at all. Still, I resolved that it would not happen again.

When I came back to the computer there was a message from LovelyUK thanking me and saying that I had really turned her on. I told her that she was very welcome and how I'd never done anything like that before. She asked me if I wanted to see how hot I'd made her and I almost told her thanks, but no thanks. I thought that the image I had of her in my mind would probably be better than the real thing. Or, I thought, when she turned her cam on she'd actually be a guy. Turned out I was dead wrong. When I accepted her offer to view, I saw that her camera was pointed at her beautiful teardrop shaped breasts. Then she aimed the camera between her legs and began fingering herself and slowly grinding her hips. I immediately felt myself getting hard again. Obviously this wasn't going to be a onetime thing. I turned on my camera and we started masturbating together for the first time. After we both came, we stayed online chatting and found out we both had a lot in common. 

So now, whenever her instant message box popped up, I would feel something else starting to pop up. I was a bit surprised that she was online at this hour. It had to be almost six a.m. in London. I figured she must have been having one of her bouts of insomnia again. We started to chat for a bit.

LovelyUk: "Hey there! Not out at the pubs tonight?"

Porpoise6: "No, I was finishing my last paper. Why are you up so late?"

LovelyUK: "I couldn't sleep. I was just about to turn in and saw you online."

Porpoise6: "Same here."

LovelyUK: "I'm not keeping you am I?"

Porpoise6: "Never! lol"

LovelyUK: "Are you alone"

Porpoise6: "Yeah, roommate is at his g/f's."

LovelyUK: "Are you having a wank then, lol?"

Porpoise6: "No but I started to get hard when your box popped up!"

LovelyUK: "Gonna show me?"

Some times we would talk for hours before we played on cam. Other times we would get right to it. Since there was no chance of Craig coming home, I turned the camera on and put it right in front of my monitor. My clothes were off in a flash and then I put both legs up on the desk on either side of the monitor. I pointed the camera between my legs, knowing from experience that she like that angle. I turned the camera on and started stroking my cock. 

LovelyUK: "Blimey that's a big one!"

She said the same thing every time and it always brought a smile to my face. I'm sure that it was her standard line. Proper etiquette dictates that if someone gets naked for you on cam you should have something nice to say. I don't care if it's a 300 pound woman or a 4 inch guy. Her line amused me because I had never heard anyone use the word "blimey" outside of books, movies, or cartoons. Her invitation to view her cam came up on screen and I clicked on it. The camera was pointed at her neatly shaved snatch and she was rubbing one finger back and forth across her clit.

Porpoise6: "You are so fucking hot!"

That was pretty much my standard line when ever she turned her camera on. It was always typed with the utmost sincerity. Every time she came up on my computer screen it seemed like a miracle to me. First of all, the mere fact that she would allow me to witness such a thing was an amazing gift. And secondly, I couldn't get over the fact that I was masturbating with someone on the other side of the world. What a world!

LovelyUK: "You truly have a beautiful cock. God I'd love to suck it!"

Porpoise6: ", Thanks! I'd love to have my face buried in your muff!"

LovelyUK: "Honestly, most cocks are not very pretty."

Porpoise6: "Well, I think they probably look better when they're hard."

LovelyUK: "A lot of the time when I'm camming I'm actually just looking at myself. Sometimes I'm fantasizing about a woman sucking my clit and fingering me."

The anonymity of the situation allowed us to confess things that we'd never say to anyone face to face. At least I wouldn't have. I don't know what she told her friends or her lovers. I know that I typed things to her that I never told anyone.

Porpoise6: "Sometimes I think about sucking a cock while I'm doing it."

I heard laughter behind me and realized that I wasn't alone. Craig and Sarah had come into the room and I never heard them because of the headphones. I grabbed my t-shirt from off the floor and put it in my lap to cover my hard-on. I was absolutely mortified. It was one thing to jerk off for strangers who would never see your face. It was another thing completely to be walked in on. That had never happened to me before. I could only hope that they hadn't read what was on the screen. And you would think that once they realized what was going on they would have left. Instead, they stood there hanging on to each other, laughing like a couple of drunks and then crashed onto Craig's bed.

I logged off with out any explanation to Lovely and then turned my chair to face the two lushes on the bed.

"Ok, I know it's all extremely hilarious but don't you think you could give me a fucking minute to get dressed?" I asked.

"Go ahead, no one's stopping you," laughed Craig.

I put my boxers and t-shirt back on. "Why are you guys even here?" I asked accusingly,as if this was all their fault. In a way it was. Don't most people get embarrassed and close the door when they walk in on something like that?

"The furnace burnt out at her place," Craig said. "It's fucking freezing there."

"We really are sorry," Sarah laughed. "You can go ahead and finish up if you need to." She was obviously lit. 

"You two are wasted," I said. 

"Because it looks like you have some work to do," she giggled and the two of them burst out laughing.

I looked down and realized I was still pretty hard. I walked over to my bed and got in. "I'm going to bed you fucking drunks," I said. "Good night." I pulled the covers up and rolled over to face the wall.

"You do see the humor in the situation though, don't you?" Craig asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure we'll all be able to laugh at it tomorrow, along with everyone else you guys tell," I answered.

"We'll keep it to ourselves," Sarah Promised.

"I somehow doubt that," I said.

"Well, it's not like you've been discrete about what you've seen," Sarah responded.

She had a point. Junior year, before she was off campus, she would spend the night in our room on occasion. At first I would leave to give them some time alone and they'd let me know when they were finished. But a few times they fell asleep and never got around to telling me if it was safe to come back inside. I would come in and go to bed and they'd both be lying there naked. Usually they were under the covers but not always. I remember the first time I came in and the lights were out. They were both asleep. Craig was lying on his back and Sarah was curled up against him with their legs entwined. I got an erection the instant I saw them and was unable to sleep most of that night. I was awake when she got up to dress. I acted like I was asleep but I don't think that I had fooled her. In my defense, I only told one person about what I had seen but soon the whole floor new. 

Soon after that incident, they took to hooking up in the bed across from me when they come home especially drunk. It used to drive me crazy, especially since I wasn't getting much at the time. Sarah really was gorgeous. She had shoulder length blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Her breasts were perfect C cups and her nipples were soft pink. The three of us had grown pretty comfortable with each other and Craig had taken to saying things like, "Give him a little flash, he hasn't had any in weeks." 


One night we were having a party in our suite's lounge and a few people started playing strip poker. I was on the phone in our room talking to a friend when all of a sudden she walked in with nothing on and sat on my lap. She took the phone from my hand and, in her drunken voice, started telling my friend what a wonderful guy I was. I know she felt my erection through my pants but she stayed there for a good five minutes talking on the pone.

"And besides," I said, "me seeing you naked is nowhere near being the same as you guys walking in on me beating off."

"You're overreacting," Sarah answered.

The light turned off and I rolled over in time to see Sarah's naked body getting into bed next to Craig. She looked over at me. "Ok, listen...I promise that what ever was seen or heard in this room tonight will not be repeated."

"Thank you," I laughed.

"That goes for you too though," she said and I told her that that sounded fair.

The two of them were messing around under the bed and Sarah let out a little shriek and started laughing. I took this as my cue to roll back over and give them some sort of privacy. I heard Craig moan with pleasure. I tried not to touch myself when they were having sex next to me. I don't like not being able to jump up and clean myself off when I'm through. But sometimes I couldn't help it. Tonight, after everything that had happened, it seemed like it was going to be unavoidable. I started grinding my hips into the bed a little bit.

"Trust me dude, you have to start getting out and meeting some women," Craig said. "Blowjobs are so much better than beating your meat in front of your computer."

From under the covers in a muffled voice I heard Sarah say, "You're going to be beating your meat if you don't shut up!"

I heard them moving around on the bed and then Craig's voice saying, "Hey! Why are you stopping?"

Sarah must have been giving him a look because after a while I heard Craig say, "Ok...OK I'm sorry." She must have still been giving him a look because after a few more seconds I heard him say to me, "I'm sorry dude, everyone does it."

"No, I know what you mean. It was just too late to get out by the time I'd finished that paper."

They were quite for a bit. I heard some whispering but I couldn't quite make it out. I thought I heard Craig ask her what she was doing.

"Scott, look at me," I heard Sarah ask.

I turned back towards them and saw that they had cast the covers off. Craig was seated up against the headboard and Sarah was on her stomach with her head between his legs. They always kept the covers on when they went at it. I was pretty shocked. "Are we even now?" She asked.

I nodded.

She slowly licked his shaft from base to head. I had never seen Craig's erection before. He was about seven inches and pretty thick. I looked at his face but his eyes were closed and he was softly moaning.

Sarah licked his shaft a few more times and then took his head into her mouth. Her eyes were watching me as she slid his cock halfway in and stroked the base with her hand. She stopped for a minute and his cock slapped back against his stomach. She laid her cheek right on it and looked over at me.

"Scott...you really think you'd like to suck a guys cock?" she whispered.

I couldn't believe it. She must have read what was on the screen before I had turned the monitor off. "I don't know," I said. "You just say things online sometimes."

"So you were just making that up?" she asked.

I looked over at Craig. His eyes were open and he was looking at me. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. "I've fantasized about it once or twice," I said. "But I'm not gay or anything."

"I don't think that means you're gay," Craig said.

Sarah looked at Craig and said, "I think it's fucking hot. Every other girl on campus is bi these days,but no guy ever admits to anything like that." She kissed the head of Craig's cock.

"What about you? Do you ever fantasize about girls?" I asked.

"I made out with Gina Brooks at a party once," she said. "I sucked on her breasts also. I liked it. I just have a problem with guys expecting you to put a show on with another girl if you admit to that type of thing." And then suddenly, "Have you ever masturbated to a guy?"

"No, that I haven't done," I said.

"You're lying," Craig said. "I've been on your computer, remember? When mine was down I had to use yours for my paper. I saw some interesting sites in your history."

"What are you the gay police?" I asked. "Ok, I have jerked off to a guy once or twice. I can't believe I'm admitting this." I'd never told anyone about having feelings like that. 

"I'll tell you something I've never told anyone except Craig before." Sarah said. "I fantasize about seeing a guy suck him off." 

I looked over at Craig. "And just how did you respond to that one?" I asked, laughing.

"I told her I doubted that would ever happen," Craig laughed. "But then again I owe her."

"You owe her for what?" I asked.

"For letting me watch her mess around with Gina," he answered.

Sarah began slowly sliding Craig's shaft in and out of her mouth again. "Does it turn you on to have me watch?" I asked.

She looked at me and nodded her head, smiling. "Are you going to help me or not?" she asked.

I looked over at Craig and he just raised his eyebrows. I was short of breath and my whole body was shaking. My nerves were not affecting my cock though. A lot of people say they always new they were gay or straight or bi. I always thought that I was straight. But one night, my sophomore year of college, I had a dream where a high school acquaintance and I were sitting naked on a couch and lazily stroking each other. In the dream it felt amazing and I was perfectly content to be there. When I woke up I felt really conflicted about but it. I knew that these types of dreams didn't mean that you were gay, but it was still unnerving. I tried to put it out of my mind but over the next few days my thoughts would return to the dream and I'd find myself getting aroused. Since then I would occasionally masturbate to orgasm while thinking about guys. I was still definitely more attracted to girls but the window had been opened.

Was I really going to do this? Despite the way I knew it would make things weird between us, I knew that it was what I really wanted. I took a deep breath and got out of bed. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and slid my boxers down. With my eyes on Sarah face and Craig's cock, I walked over to their bed. I kneeled down on the floor at his hips. She ran her hand through my hair and kissed me lightly on the lips. His cock was fully erect and twitching.

"Just give it a little kiss," said Sarah.

I gave the sensitive area underneath the head of his prick a kiss. My lips lingered there for a second and then I put my tongue against it. For some reason I was afraid to look at Craig's face. I looked toward Sarah who was smiling encouragingly. 


Not Alone



"Try this," she said and she licked the length of his shaft again. I ran my tongue over his balls and then very slowly up the shaft to its head. Then I sucked in just his head. I didn't think about it. I just knew I wanted it inside my mouth.

"Oh my God that's so fucking hot," Sarah moaned. Craig thrust his hips slightly and I took him in about half way. He was slightly sweaty and he tasted salty. I hadn't expected it to feel so alive. It was hot and throbbing and I wanted more.

"Keep sucking him while I suck his balls," she commanded. I sucked him in and out while she alternated licking his nuts and then sucked them into her mouth. I felt her hand caressing my ass and her finger working its way to my hole. From the way Craig moaned and thrust his hips I could tell she was fingering him in the same spot. Now I was sucking him in faster and faster while grinding my throbbing cock against the side of the mattress. Every time I thrust against the mattress I felt her finger slide deeper inside me. 

Just when I thought I was going to cum Sarah yelled out, "Baby I really need to fuck you." She crawled up over him and straddled his hips. She grabbed him by the shaft and ran the head of his cock across her clit a few times, moaning with pleasure. Then she slid it in and slowly started to fuck him. I took her left breast into my hand and caressed it. She threw her head back and moaned with pleasure again.

I took her breast into my mouth and started to suck it. I rolled my tongue across her hard nipple and then sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. With my other hand I gave her nipple a pinch as Craig thrust his cock deeper inside of her. She screamed.

Suddenly she got off of Craig and laid along side him between the two of us. "Climb in," was all she said. They started fucking again, but more slowly than before. I got in and lay facing her. She reached behind her and started to stroke my ass. I kissed the back of her neck and she reached down for my shaft. She stroked it a few times and then pressed it against her ass. I started rubbing my cock between her cheeks, the head of my cock up against the small of her back.

She turned to look at me, her green eyes staring at me, and said, "Fuck me Scott." I kissed her neck and pressed the head of my cock again her asshole. I could feel Craig thrusting. I pushed in and she moaned as if in pain.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"There's Lube in Craig's top drawer," was all she said.

I got up to get some. I was back in bed in a second and rubbing my cock with it. Then I put some lube on my finger and ran it across her asshole. They seemed to stop as if waiting for me. I slid my finger in and out a few times and then pressed my swollen head against her hole again. This time she pushed back and I slid my swollen head all the way in. Scott started thrusting again. I slowly slid my head in and out working my way further in each time. The inside of her ass was hot and I could feel Craig's cock between the thin wall that separated us. Before long we were all grinding to the same rhythm his cock and mine meeting inside of her.

"I'm going to cum," she said to Craig. "Oh, cum with me baby." They started to fuck furiously. 

"Keep your cock right where it is Scott," she said to me. I slid it in a bit further and held it there. They bucked against each other like animals and with a shudder and a scream, they both came.

They kissed each other and then lay silently in each others arms. I could feel that Craig hadn't taken his cock out of her. I didn't quite know what to do. For some reason it didn't seem appropriate to cum in her ass so I slid out of her and started stroking myself. It only took a few pumps before I came all over the small of her back. When I did she moaned, "Mmm", turned towards me and kissed me on the lips. Then she rolled back over and fell right asleep.

I got up, put my boxers back on and got into my bed. "Craig?" I ventured but there was no response. He'd either passed out or was ignoring me. It wasn't long before I too drifted off.

The next morning I got up and went running. I stayed out longer than usual and, as I thought would be the case, they were both gone. As it turned out, Sarah was transferring and wouldn't be back the semester. Craig and I both came back to finish out the year but didn't discuss what had happened. At least not for the rest of that year.



Not Alone



This is the edited version thanks to Umm, I really don't know his User name here so Phi-san thank you. You know who you are. 

*

Hundreds of years in solitude, personally I didn't hate it nor loved it either. I'm a predator in the darkness of the night, a vampire. I walked amongst them. They seem not to mind my presence until I hunted for my food that is.

Pressing my back against the wall of a tall building it was my usual spot. I search around through the busy streets for my prey. I was a picky eater I only chose young healthy, beautiful woman for this, they held their veins the sweetest and purest blood there was. Every sound in this city was so loud; it made my ears throb hurting my head. Just as night fell I moved to another spot were hopefully I would get my prey tonight. I hadn't fed in days any more and I would surely die. 

Just as I was giving up on my search I saw her. Her bright blond hair sparked on that sea of black and brown heads. The sway of her hips from side to side and her sweet scent drew me in. I followed her from a distance, I noticed that I wasn't the only one following her, two shady looking humans were also tailing her. 

She stepped up her pace and headed towards an alleyway. The two human males followed; I stepped up my pace and went in the same alleyway. What I saw made me angry they were molesting my pray. I punched the closest to her sending him flying into the trash a few feet back. I looked that the other, I could smell his fear as he looked at me. He dropped to the ground backing away I let him be. 

I turned to the woman she was indeed beautiful her fair soft looking white skin glimmered in the dark, her expose neck made my stomach rumble in hunger. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes shocked. Had I done something wrong? Was she still shaken by the event that just happened? Did I scare her? So many questions ran through my head. Then she opened her beautiful mouth and screamed. "Watch out!" 

I quickly turned around the man that I let be, he had grabbed a metal bar. He smashed it in my head. Normally I would not even flinch but I hadn't fed in a few days rendering me weak. I held my head dropping into one knee. 

"You bastard!" I hissed through my teeth.

I grabbed his face and smashed it against the wall. I was flaring with anger. 

"Hey are you alright?" she asked her voice ringed beautifully in my ears.

"Um yes I'm alright are you?" I asked her. A stream of blood trailed down my head to my face. "Oh" She said surprised by it and she reached down to her bag and pulled out a cloth. She wiped the blood off my face and said with a smile on her beautiful face. 

"Thank you for saving me. My apartment is near by let me take care of your wound it's the least I can do to repay you" 

What was wrong with me? I came to here to kill her and drink her blood. Why was I acting this way? I quietly followed her to her home. It was a nice looking apartment, as soon as she opened the door her scent hit my face again making my stomach rumble and this time my fangs tingled. She made me sit on the table while she looked for the first aid kit. I sat quietly concentrating on the wound preventing it from closing. She came back holding a white box with a red cross on it. 

"Ok let me see" She said placing the box on the table. She slowly moved her small fingers through my straight hair. I could feel her hands shaking a little as she cleaned the wound. 

When she was done she slowly slid her hands down my face holding her gaze for a moment and let go apologizing. 

"Thank you Miss.?" I said to her reaching for her hand. 

"Elisabeth my name is Elisabeth and I should be thanking you umm" she said with a questioning look on her face. 

"Michael. My name is Michael nice to meet you Elisabeth" I said in a seductive voice kissing her hand. I could feel her heart racing faster. 

Strangely I didn't want to drink her just yet, as it has been a long time since I had a conversation so I took this chance to talk to her. We conversed for an hour or so; she revealed a lot of things about herself as she spoke I was strangely drawn to her. 

She yawned. I asked her if she was tired and recommended that she should sleep. I excused myself walking towards the door. 

"Wait don't go" She said in a small voice, I turned a looked at her she was shyly biting her index finger nail. "I mean…you can stay here if you like" 

"Really? To tell you the truth I have no place to stay the night is it really ok for me to stay?" I asked her. I really did wish to stay. 

"Yes it's fine" her face lit up with excitement she was really beautiful. 

She made a bed for me in the living room and we bid our good nights. I pretended to be asleep until I was sure she was asleep soundly. I thought the best I could give this fair maiden was a nice sleeping death. I silently crept into her room and stood beside her bed. She turned face up her skin shimmering with the moon lit glow. A strand of her golden hair trailed down her sleeping face down to her well rounded breast. My manhood came to life pressing against my pants. I never felt such a thing before in more than a hundred years. She excited me like no other. I slowly reach down to touch her face indeed it was as soft as silk.

Slowly and gently I trailed my hand down her fair neck she moved and smiled pleased, I froze. After a while I trailed towards her breasts touching them trough the light fabric that cover them. She let out a small moan but she continued to sleep, she aroused me even more.

I did not noticed but I was now on top of her feeling, moving my hand deeper tracing her body. I could not help my self I gently lifted her shirt and place my lips on her fired skin. 

Softly I began to cares her breasts they looked so tempting. I did not realize that she had awakened. I looked at her surprised she simply smiled and said in a sweet loving voice: 

"You may continue I don't mind" She spread her legs widely giving herself to me. 

"Why do you do such things young lady?" I asked her pulling myself to her face looking deeply into her eyes.

"Because…I'm -" Before she could finish I pressed my lips into hers. She gave in; slowly I inserted my tongue in her mouth being careful I would not hurt hers with my fangs. I rubbed my cock over her lower stomach and she moaned with pleasure in my mouth. 

Slowly making my way down her soft skin reaching her wet pussy; I smelled her overpowering juices. Through the fabric I gently touched her, instantly she lifted her hips with a moan. Not being able to hold myself any longer I stripped her down and began to lick her. I inserted my tongue inside her and she began to thrust herself in my face. 

"Mm… please I can't take it any more I want you inside me now please" She plead. 

I, more than willing, began to strip my clothes off and moved above her. "So beautiful please put it inside" she pleaded once more. Without hesitation I slowly began to insert myself in her. Her wall griped my shaft tightly, it was so wonderful. I began to thrust myself deep inside her she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her lust filled eyes were locked on me as I drove myself deep inside of her. 

A strange sensation over took me I grabbed her in my arms and pulled her close to me as I drove myself faster and faster and she moaned with pleasure equally.

"Elisabeth…I need you…I need your blood" I told her holding her close in fear that she will reject my request. 

"Ah…my blood why?" she said gripping me tighter. 

"To live, please let me have some" 

"Oh god! Michael… I'm coming …take it drink! " She panted in her sexually aroused voice. 

I bit down on the nape of her neck and her sweet tasting blood filled my hungry mouth. I feel both her blood and her cum, it was so beautiful, so exhilarating it made me cum inside of her. Her body fell in my arms and for the first time I felt fear. 

"Elisabeth! Elisabeth speak to me please" I frantically said to her. She did not respond.

No what have I done! Grief fell heavily upon me and utter sadness filled me. Then out of a sheer miracle she spoke, so quietly that only my sensitive ears could pick up. "Amazing" she said.

She was alive but slowly slipping away from life. No not anymore I wont be alone in this world I thought to myself, I bit down on my wrist and squeezed some of my blood into her mouth. The small amount of blood that entered her system will multiply and eat off all of her human boundaries that made her mortal. 

Her heart slowly began to beat faster and faster which gave sign that her transformation was on its way. 

"We will be together forever now my dear Elisabeth…I love you" I whispered in her ear laying her body on the bed. 

"I love you too ever since I first saw you…standing…on…the same…spot…every day" She whispered slowly falling into a deep sleep. Finally after centuries of solitude I was not alone. 



Not Alone at All



She entered the stairwell and launched herself at the stairs, taking them two at time. She reached her apartment in no time, and was soon inside her place, locking the door behind her. She shed her clothing as she moved through the apartment, freeing her long, dark hair. She shook her head back and forth gently, causing the ends to caress the soft skin at the small of her back. She shivered slightly, nipples hardening, and made her way to the phone. She dialed her best friend's number and started to sing as it was answered.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you-"

"Okay, okay!" Her best friend laughed. "I get it! When will you be here?"

"I'll meet you at the bar," she said, "by eleven; i want to take a nap first." She said her goodbyes and hung up the phone, satisfied, and smiling. That gave her four whole hours before she'd even have to leave the apartment; plenty of time. Still full from a late lunch, she headed for the shower. Stepping inside, she turned the hot water on full, slowly adding cold until the stream from the faucet was just slightly cooler than too hot to handle. She redirected the water and jumped slightly as it came out of the shower-head cold, her nipples hardening further. Soon, the spray was soothing her body and her mind began to drift. Thoughtlessly, peacefully, she lathered her hair, breathing in rosehip and jasmine. Twenty minutes later, she emerged, bright red and scrubbed clean, feeling refreshed, relaxed, and sleepy. She rubbed at her scalp with a soft, fluffy towel and squeezed her wet hair nearly dry. She patted her warm skin and hung her towel, and reached for her moisturizer. She was still massaging it into her arms as she padded through the kitchen to the bedroom.

She surveyed the tidy room and considered picking out her clothes for the night. 'Nah,' she thought, 'time for that later,' and pressed play on the CD player. The sound of the Flower Duet from Lakmé filled the room as she rolled her yoga mat onto the floor. Technically, the music should be soft for stretches, but she didn't care, she loved Lakmé; besides, it wasn't so loud that the neighbours would hear it, though they wouldn't be surprised if they did; she often played her music loudly, but only before 9pm. The waves of sound rolled through the room, and she swore she could feel every voice, every instrument, washing over her body. She sat, cross-legged, closed her eyes and allowed herself to float with the sounds around her. She combed her hair with her fingers, enjoying the tugging on her scalp as she negotiated the tiny knots in her soft, fine strands. When her hair was smooth, she got on her hands and knees and arched her back high, tucking her chin against her chest, stretching her neck, as well as the muscles down her spine to her tailbone. She loved the cat stretch, always had, and while she'd never admit it aloud; it always made her slightly horny, reminding her of being taken from behind. Her sex dampened, and she arched her back forward, reversing the stretch, and sighing, counting the days, rather, months, since she'd last had sex. She sighed again, and decided that if masturbating counted, she was getting it more often than most married women she knew. She giggled to herself and reversed the stretch again; inhaling and exhaling deeply, releasing what was left of the day's stress, and feeling a sense of calm flood her body and mind. She thought again about being penetrated, and enjoyed the rush of warmth which flooded her sex. 'Perhaps I'll pick up,' she thought, then laughed to herself softly. 'Perhaps not,' she decided firmly. She couldn't stand the thought of bringing a stranger into her home, and there was no way in hell she was going alone to some unknown man's place. 'I must be really horny,' she thought to herself, as she imagined she felt something brush her ass. She chuckled again and was halfway through reversing her stretch, her back parallel to the floor, when a big hand landed hard on her bare ass, the slap resounding throughout the room. Too late, she realized what she'd earlier missed; she was not alone at all.

A big hand fisted in her hair and yanked her to her feet. She filled her lungs and diaphragm with air as she rose, and prepared to scream. With her projection, she was sure that the entire block would hear it. As she opened her mouth, a second hand clamped around her throat, rendering her sound useless, squeezing her windpipe, just slightly. She began clawing at the arm which held her throat and kicking with her bare feet at the shins behind her, making contact, but in no way moving the assailant.

Her head was yanked back forcefully, and she found herself staring at the ceiling, as she was dragged backwards just a few inches against a broad chest in what felt like a cotton blend dress-shirt. She renewed her struggles as her ass came to rest against a hard erection, barely contained by a pair of men's dress pants. A cold belt buckle met the small of her back, which she arched forward, trying to get away. The hand at her throat tightened, and she felt a pair of lips touch her temple, then her ear.

"Shut your mouth unless I tell you to open it," the voice told her, calmly demanding. "And stop kicking me." Each word was delivered as though he expected, implicitly, to be obeyed. "Do you understand me?" He asked, as the hand closed more tightly around her throat. She nodded quickly, repeatedly, and began to tremble. She was anxious to breathe once again. Her assailant must have been satisfied, though, because the hand loosened, and she gasped, gulping for air.

"Turn it up," he told her, and shoved her forward until she stood in front of the stereo. She reached for the volume and complied immediately. The hand at her throat nearly flew through the air and landed low on her left ass check, stinging it hotly. "Louder than that," he demanded, still calm, in control, but irritated. She hurried to oblige and was rewarding with being half-flung, have-shoved across the room to her bed. She landed hard on her stomach, the air rushing out of her lungs as he landed atop her. He grabbed her wrists tight and pulled them behind her, pinning her with one hand as he raised the weight of his chest off her back.

He dragged her back against him until her ass met his groin once again, his erection even harder now, and she noted somewhat dully that he must not be wearing any underwear as he pushed down on her back, sinking her torso slightly into the mattress. With his free hand, he snapped open his belt, and quickly undid His pants. Her suspicion was confirmed as his cock sprang forward and came to rest against the crease of her ass.

She tried to dance away, embarrassed. 'Embarrassed?' she thought, 'What the hell? I should be mortified! Horrified! Angry!' She began to fight wildly, struggling against him as a myriad of thoughts floated to her consciousness. These, she fought even more wildly. He bent over her and slipped his hand under her face, covering her mouth, and blocking her nostrils, cutting off her air once again.

"Relax," he demanded, speaking into her ear. "Relax," He said again. As she did so, he moved his hand to allow her to breathe through her nostrils, which she did, gratefully, deeply.

"Get used to the feeling, slut." She winced as she thrilled at the word. "This cock is going be all over you and everywhere inside of your body before I'm done with you. You might as well deal with it now." He stood once again, removing his hand from her mouth, and yanked her ass against him. "And nice height for your bed, by the way, slut."

She almost laughed out loud when he said that. She had designed and had a friend custom-build the bed frame, expressly so that when she stood, legs straight, and spread wide, she could rest her torso and chest comfortably on the bed, making it easier for her lover (she'd always planned on taking another one, eventually) to take her from behind. Or, in the event that he wished it, when she straightened her legs and drew them together, her ass was a few inches higher than her shoulders, giving him easy access to her sex. The headboard and footboard of the bed frame, which appeared to be collections of thick beams and dowels placed randomly and vaguely artistically, were actually specifically designed to suit a number of bondage positions she'd always imagined she'd try. Her friend didn't know this, of course, when he'd built it for her, but she'd suspected somehow, that he'd known. Even in her embarrassment over that thought at the time, she just had to have it built. The irony of this being her first sexual encounter in her dream bed did not escape her for a second.

The sound of his belt snapping fiercely in the air brought her attention back to the present. His pants were off, and she could feel his hard, naked thighs shoving their way between her own. She clenched her muscles, trying desperately to disallow him access. She bounced on her toes, thinking to make it up onto the mattress, and somehow escape this assault. He laughed as she squirmed, and she realized that her futile efforts to get away were only causing him greater pleasure, the tip of His sex thudding hard against her sacrum, his testicles mashing against her cheeks. She stilled and he leaned into her once again, and this time she made way for him, grudgingly, to stand between her thighs, his own legs parted slightly, hers, parted wide, the balls of her feet and her toes, just barely gripping the floor.

"Now there's a good little slut," He told her, chuckling, as He leaned on her back to speak in her ear once again. "You do learn quickly, whore." She stiffened, dismayed at the wetness in her sex as He said such things to her, His tone, alarmingly familiar, as though He'd known her all her life. She wondered if they'd have been lovers, had she met him, in some other way; then quickly and harshly chastised herself for even thinking such ridiculous thoughts. Her conflict raged on as He yanked at her elbows, extending her arms, pinning her wrists easily with one hand against the mattress. She realized how pliant she'd become and began to struggle again, just on principle. She kicked her legs wildly and twisted her torso, jostling him back and forth atop of her.

Unexpectedly, he stepped from between her legs to stand beside her thigh. She ceased struggling a moment, in her confusion, and he began raining hard blows on her ass, spanking her hard with his open hand, leaving stinging welts all over her bottom. She cried out, and resumed her fighting, aware she'd been betrayed by her own sex, wet and slick and convulsing as he continued to beat her ass soundly. She was desperate that he should not know, but somewhere in there, her hips too, betrayed her, as did her own voice, which she thought she had mastered. A cry at one point, turned into a moan, and a jerk of her hips, an undulation. He continued the spanking, and she was sure he had missed it. Relieved, she continued to struggle against him, her ass on fire, and warmed by his hand.

He pushed his knee between her thighs, applying pressure against her sex as he leaned over her once again, laughing in her ear.

"You like this, you fucking whore," he said to her, derisively, but not overly so.

"I do not!" She screamed, "You're a beast! You're a fucking animal! Let me go!" She fought harder than she'd ever fought, as though her very life depended on it, and just as she was shaking him off of her back and working her way out from under him, he threw his weight atop of her and removed his knee from between her thighs, plunging two fingers swiftly and deeply all the way in to her soaking, bald cunt. She gasped loudly, a shuddering two-part breath, as much from the sensation of his thick, long fingers crashing in and out of her sex, as from sinking into the mattress beneath him.

"No!" She cried, from somewhere deep inside, and bucked and kicked and twisted futilely. She was impaled upon his hand and something within her began to crumble. She felt she needed to protect that something, though she could not have named it, and continued to fight him, harder still, as tears began streaming, embarrassment overcoming her.

"Please," she sobbed, "Stop," hot tears spilling across her cheeks, soaking into her mattress. "Stop, stop, stop," she pleaded, "Please, please, please stop." He didn't stop, but he slowed his movements, keeping them just as hard, lengthening the intervals between his knuckles, curled thumb, and other fingers slamming against her outer lips, all coated with her own reviled wetness. He yanked his hand from her sex and she accidentally whimpered. He replaced his knee between her thighs and brought his fingers to her mouth, rubbing the wetness on her lips, forcing his fingers past her teeth, pushing them down, onto her tongue, which flattened. She bared her teeth and bit down. He released her wrists and dragged her head back against him by her hair. Before she could really sink her teeth in, he was speaking in her ear softly, his tone dangerously clear.

"Don't you fucking, dare." He punctuated every second word with a small slow jerk of her otherwise still head. She ceased biting down immediately, but didn't remove her teeth, her breathing fast, and feral. She swallowed hard, unwittingly licking his fingers as her tongue convulsed. Her frown was deep and menacing, and desperate, her face contorted with a rage she didn't understand. But despite her intensity, she realized with surprising clarity that this was the first time since the ordeal began that she felt she was in imminent danger.

"Open... your mouth," he said, "Now." He spoke to her commandingly, slowly; barely containing a grievous anger, an outrage that crushed her more succinctly than his weight. She complied, quickly, removing her teeth from within the flesh of his fingers, just nanometers from breaking the skin. She swallowed again, hard this time.

"Now clean them, and do it well, whore." He muttered it, menacing, jamming his knee into her sex, as though reminding her, he held all the cards. She hesitated, marginally, which he took as a cue, and pulled straight up on her hair, trapped within his fist, follicles popping as they released their strands, giving them away to the strength of his hand. She swallowed again and started to move her dry, cold tongue against the invaders, his right index and middle fingers. Her breathing slowed and her mouth moistened again, without the fast wind in and out to dry it. Her juices had glazed hard on his fingers, and the stickiness took many licks to remove. Somewhere in there she detected the faintest flavour of blood, the metallic sensation causing the muscles in her jaw to tighten. Afraid, or perhaps just wiser now, she forced the convulsion to open rather than close her mouth. She was a fighter, but she was no fool, and she would not risk this man's wrath with another attempt to crush his control over her. 'Not right now,' she thought, 'at least, not like this,' stoking her rebellious fires for some later, more effective use.

He stood up swiftly, releasing her hair, and freeing her mouth from his presence there. She cringed as she realized just hairs before, what was about to happen to her poor ass.

He attacked her viciously this time, and too late, she realized, he'd been holding back. Her ass became a series of welts upon welts as her blood rose fast to the surface, swelling and heating every place that he punished.

"OWWW!!" She screamed as he landed his fingers, just curling against her wet sex. He grasped the fattiest part of her ass, a cheek in each hand, and hauled her up to kneel on the bed. She scrambled to follow his lead, and gave no resistance as He pushed at her knees, exposing her glistening sex. He vaulted atop the mattress, and she realized with horror, what was about to happen. She struggled, frenzied as he straddled her back facing her ass and gripped her arms where they met her shoulder blades, squeezing with his knees. He raised his hand high above his head. He brought the hand down with such accuracy and speed that the stinging in her sex nearly allowed her to jump from beneath his weight. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she renewed her pleading, somehow believing, or needing to believe, that there was something she could do to stop this.

"Please!" She cried out, "Owww! NO! No! Please," she cried again, "No." Her cries fell on deaf ears, though, or so it seemed to her, as the punishment dragged on and on, each slap landing exactly where the one before it had, turning her damp lips crimson, and setting her whole sex ablaze. His slaps rocked her right through her core, and she rocked, back and forth, but was otherwise still. Her tears and cries, punctuated now, with great, heaving sobs from her gut. The mattress was thoroughly soaked with her tears, her eyes jewel-green in their crying, by the time that he moved to her thighs. Again, each slap was painfully hard, but he moved around more, setting fire to the tops of her legs. As he retargeted his blows to connect with her ass, they became a wild offbeat staccato, varying in impact, as well as in placement. She soon felt some feather light taps that lit upon welts to deliver the fire deep inside. Occasionally, he'd cup her ass, or her sex, which was still burning painfully, but slick once again with her juices. 

She couldn't describe it, she refused to try; the diatribe, otherwise incessant within her, was finally quiet, at rest. Her sobbing continued as the cupping increased, and soon it was more of a shuddering, convulsive pattern of breathing, than an outright cry. Just as she began to take her deep breaths, to calm herself once again, he climbed off her back and grabbed her long hair a folded fist's length from the ends and tugged, jerking her head as he climbed off the bed. Since the alternative was having her hair ripped from her head, she followed, trying her best to keep up. She stood on the floor just a second after he did, and obligingly followed him the few steps from the bed where he stopped, released her hair, and pushed her to her knees before him, eyes level with his long, hard sex. She averted her gaze and eventually found herself looking up into a dark, handsome face.

"That was your punishment for biting my fingers," he said, his voice vaguely shaky, looking for the first time down in her shimmering, cried-green eyes, "and now, you are going to say sorry." She looked up at him, slightly confused, and began opening her mouth to apologize. She opened it wider as immediately, he speared her mouth with his rigid sex, plunging fast, past her molars to the back of her palate, gliding swiftly across her gag reflex, and with a minute angle adjustment, deep into her well surprised throat. He cupped her head in his hands and held her there a second. Surprised, she tried to swallow, but gagged, so she tried a shallow breath through her nose. Her sinuses reeled as the scent of him filled her consciousness, and he pulled her away from him, allowing her a moment to breathe freely. Quickly, he speared her again, deeply, over and over, as she looked in his eyes. A part of her tried to place the face and the eyes she thought she knew, and another part simply held her jaw open and got lost within those eyes. Clear, lucid, hazel, framed by dark lashes and thick, austere brows, she found nothing she had expected to there. Those hazel depths held no trace of malice, no rage, no bitterness, not even judgment. She wondered at his motives for being in her apartment, for taking her like this. She saw him watching her back, assessing her; and the stare became much too much, his scrutiny too intense. She felt like he was gauging her soul. Blinking rapidly, she cast her eyes downward, breaking the gaze, confused. She missed the successive flashes of emotion passing through the hazel depths: pleasure, protectiveness, pride, even a brief glimpse of possessiveness. She stared at his retreating groin, seeking answers to the many questions she suddenly had for her wildly leaping heart. She felt his hold on her head shift almost imperceptibly, and she knew something important had transpired between them; she just couldn't say what it was. Or wouldn't; she wasn't quite sure. She lost coherent thought to the sensation of him sliding her rapidly onto and off of his sex. He was engorged, thick and long, and he filled her throat each time he thrust her down upon him. She quickly got the hang of inhaling sharp breaths each time he pushed her away, exhaling only shallowly, so as never to run out of air. Her gag reflex settled, and her mouth and throat relaxed. Her jaw felt heavy, and dropped, rather than forced as wide as it was. She recognized a wave of passion, washing through her, slicking the bare, swollen lips of her sex, and started, reminding herself of the fact that this intruder had broken in, that she had not consented to sexual relations, that he had, in fact, forced her.




Not Alone at All



His fingers curled into her hair, and once again, he filled his fists with her strands. He pounded her mouth down hard on his sex, slamming her on and off of himself. She resisted the urge to scratch at him, recalling, with a tiny shift of her hips, the spanking her sex had taken. That garnered a totally unexpected reaction, and she felt herself gush wetly in response. Her cunt muscles clenched, and unbidden, the memory of his fingers inside of her filled her clouded mind. She moaned in her throat without meaning to and felt her assailant pick up his pace, using her mouth hard and fast. She held on as best she could, and swallowed whenever his thrusting allowed. He pulled her hair hard, twisting his handfuls painfully, slammed her. open mouthed onto and off of his cock. She felt his balls tighten against her chin and lower lip. She knew he was about to cum. She wasn't prepared for the way that he slammed her and held her there, though, pinned against his crotch, impaled, as his cock leapt and jumped in her warm, wet mouth and convulsing throat. He pushed himself, deeper and deeper still, forcing her to swallow his considerable load. Her throat leapt and jumped with his sex, and semen slid into her stomach, and filled her cheeks around his sex, the pressure within her mouth built, and she realized he had no intention of letting her mouth free until she had swallowed. She relaxed her mouth and more cum slid past his head down her throat and into her belly. She schooled herself and swallowed purposely, her mouth and throat undulating along the length of his cock. Satisfied, he pulled her head away from him, sliding her off of his sex, and she caught herself gasping for air, as for the second time that night, she was yanked to her feet my her hair. She was twice as surprised when he kissed her hard, exploring, no ravaging her mouth with his tongue. She sagged against him slightly, but then remembered she was being raped. She flailed her arms and pushed against his chest as he broke the kiss. Chuckling, he held her still as she struggled.

"Good apology, slut," he laughed. With that he forced her backwards, knocking her off-balance. He fell on top of her as she landed on her bed, and freed his hands from her hair to trap her wrists, his hands easily encircling and dragging them once again over her head. This time he forced her thumbs together and wrapped his index and middle finger around them, pinning them tightly together, and holding her there, holding her down. She was insulted by the ease at which his two fingers immobilized both her hands and her struggling arms, and she kicked her legs wildly, thrashing with her torso as best she could.

He chuckled and dragged his index finger firmly but gently from her forehead across the corner of her eye, down her cheek and to the hollow below her bottom lip. He rubbed there gently while she kicked and twisted, and her body slowed it's fighting without permission from her will. He chuckled again as he took in the perplexed look in her eyes.

"Still think that you don't like this, slut?" She gasped another sharp double-intake of breath and renewed her struggle, focusing on breaking her thumbs free of his fingers' iron grip. He laughed low in his throat, sounding irritatingly self-assured.

"You should relax a bit, whore, you might enjoy this even more than you are already," and with that he plunged the same two fingers from earlier on back into her sex, which was running, wet with her cream. She forgot her struggle a second and arched herself up to him as he penetrated her swift and deep, pounding in and out of her, working her juices up to a thick, foamy froth, whipping her lust she'd so tried to hide, and leaving her panting and moaning, whimpering loudly as his hand slammed against her. His fingers curled inside of her and she yelped and jumped as his thumbnail pressed into her clit, pinning her sensitive bud between the tip of that nail and the tip of his two fingers inside of her. For a second, she was absolutely still. Her eyes flew wide open with bewilderment and disbelief as she recognized the feeling that shot through her abdomen and violated sex. She needed to cum.

"Don't you fucking dare cum, you little whore." He spoke into her ear and she jerked her head away, frowning and glaring at him, her eyes narrowed and full of one question.

"You think I don't know when a slut needs to cum?" He laughed at her, softly, just barely derisively, but worst of all knowingly. She renewed her struggle as his thumbnail dug deeper into her tender clit. He pounded his fingers into her harder, adding a third and curling that one, too. She couldn't decide which sensation to focus on; the pain in her clit as he ravaged the tender bud, seldom even touched, let alone manipulated roughly, or the pleasure radiating through her G-spot, egging her on, just begging her to give into him and cum. She settled on fighting both for the moment, and was walking the edge of some unexplored precipice within herself when he suddenly shifted gears.

He stood quickly, dragging her hands by the thumbs down to rest on top of her pubic mound, as he planted himself firmly between her knees, which had at some point, lost their fight. He pushed her own hands against her mound and quickly released her clit from beneath his thumbnail. She screamed and bucked as the blood rushed to engorge her most sensitive spot, and he spread his fingers wide inside of her, still curled and pushing against that irritating spot inside of her that sometimes made her wonder if she had to urinate. The sensation quickly turned back to lust, and she reached for her orgasms, without even thinking. She arched herself further and moaned and cried out loudly, almost there, just touching the edge of a release she knew would curl her toes.

"I told you no already, slut1" He snapped at her, annoyed and frowning. She actually grunted at him, low and angrily as he removed his fingers from inside of her. She glared into his bemused hazel eyes as he brought his fingers again to her mouth. He hovered, his fingers just out of reach of her mouth, which was full of gritting and bared teeth.

"And now you know, little slut," he said, as he painted her lips and chin and neck, "what not to do. Don't you?" She narrowed her eyes and glared harder, breathing heavily, smelling herself on his fingers, and on her own face.

"Don't you, whore?" He asked, as he squeezed her cheeks on either side of her mouth. She decided to save her fight and nodded at him quickly, still flaming him with her eyes.

"You're such a smart little slut. Good whore." He said, his voice filled with the timbre of actual praise and she hated that a part of her thrilled at that; a large part of her, in fact. "More enthusiasm this time, whore," he instructed her, and she shocked herself by doing his bidding, sucking greedily, lapping with her tongue, as he inserted one big finger at a time into her wet and willing mouth. 

"You're such a good slut," he chuckled. "I knew you'd love being a whore." She glared at him questioningly, her mind racing as she tried placing his face again, but the only answer she got was his hands digging into her hips and dragging her ass to the edge of the mattress, his sex ramming deep into her wet cunt as he did so.

Embarrassed, she felt herself squirt as he pounded her, no longer even holding her hands captive. She flung them out to reach for and pound at his chest out of sheer pretense, now.

"Stop," he commanded her, as she rolled the small of her back into the mattress to reach for him. Again, to her surprise, she complied.

"Be a good whore," he said. "Arch your back the other way. Slip your hands under there like a good slut." She did everything he told her to, not even questioning her obedience, this time, gasping loudly as the head of his shaft popped through the mouth of her cervix, and pushed deep inside. He slammed in and out of her hard, digging into her hip with his right hand, the curved bone beneath his thumb. His left hand snaked under her ass and he hoisted her up, plunging even deeper as she cried out, in pain and in pleasure, grasping her thumbs again, trapping her hands, and forcing her to arch even further, resting now on her shoulders and neck. Her ass supported by her hands trapped in his. He released her hip and threw her left leg over his shoulder, pushing in deep and hard and fast, shocking her, paining her, pleasuring her. She cried out again and again and tightened around his cock.

"No, slut! No cumming!" He said, punctuating each word with a deep hard thrust. She thought he was crazy for a second, but bore down hard anyway, doing her best to obey. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed, and she grimaced, clenching her teeth and growling from low in her throat.

"Now," he said, as he reached around her leg and grasped her clit tightly, "Now you can ask me if you can cum." Her eyes flew open and she stared at him incredulously. He stared right back, challenging her, daring her to ask his permission. She growled again, more loudly, and glared at him defiantly. She worked her torso muscles, and undulated on his thrusting cock, intent on finding her own release. He twisted her clit painfully between his thumb and side of his forefinger.

"I told you no, whore!" He raised his voice slightly, foreboding and forbidding as she howled and jumped in pain.

"Oww!! Stop! Okay! Okay! Please stop, please stop, I'll ask!" she cried, her breathing deep and fast, her voice approaching shrill. He released her clit and watched her face as the pain and the pleasure of the blood rushing back in wrote itself all over her pretty features.

"You think it will be that easy, slut?" He asked incredulously, laughing when she'd calmed a little. "I don't think so, whore. You can call me Sir when you ask this time, just for good measure, so you don't forget who's running things here. Do you understand that, slut?"

"Yes I understand!" She cried, still undulating, and reeling from the pain in her clit and cunt. Or from the pleasure; she wasn't sure which. But he knew what she hadn't admitted to herself yet; he knew it was both.

"I don't hear any begging, slut, you must not want to come," he said, and grabbed her clit and squeezed, ramming her cunt as hard as he could without pushing himself over the edge.

"I do! I do! Please!" She cried, amazed at the wave of wetness that crashed within her sex as he pinched her clit harder. "Sir!" she cried, "Sir!" She was amazed at how easily the title slipped from her mouth. She needed release; needed it badly enough that she reiterated, just to be sure. "Please, Sir, let me cum!" She clenched around him, ramming her cunt with his hard cock, squeezing her muscles, holding her breath; doing everything she could to fend of the orgasm she was so, so close to.

"Good slut. Cum, you whore." He demanded, and as soon as the words left his lips, she stopped all of her struggling, and let her body do its work. She clenched rhythmically around his hard shaft, her clit pulsed beneath his fingers, the muscles in the small of her back tightened and released, all the while a glorious wetness washed through her, from her head to her toes, it seemed, raging forth and carrying her to a dizzying height of awareness, it seemed, of her body, and the man who possessed it. Nothing else mattered, or even existed as she crested the first wave of her orgasm and began to feel her muscles relaxing minutely.

He released her clit and pounded her deep cunt harder. She howled in surprise and a fresh wave dragged her upward, again, her muscles tightening, toes curling, mouth working soundlessly until she reached her pinnacle and cried out from the depths of her self, tears escaping her eyes as her body trembled violently, every nerve alive with pleasure. Her breath caught in her throat over and over and she babbled incoherently between gulps of air as she tried to calm herself. But he wasn't done with her yet.

"This time," he grunted, punctuating his rhythm by slapping her tender ass, "You're going to thank me, whore." With that he unleashed himself and fucked her hard and deep, and with utter abandon, slapping her ass with his hand, and her perineum with his heavy, aching balls.

She groaned, feeling him tighten within her, spearing her hard and fast, and the walls of her cunt constricted around him. She felt as though she could feel every vein straining within his penis. The head of him pulsed and shudder within her, and she felt the current unleashed as he began to cum inside her. Her spasms were wild, and totally beyond her control. Her hips bucked against him as the mouth of her cervix clenched around his head convulsively. She sprayed him inside and out as she came, as he erupted within her, clutching her leg, continuing pounding, gliding smoothly and deeply on their combined wetness, grunting hard as he released, shoving, deepening the penetration of this woman who writhed and bucked and cried out triumphantly beneath him. 

Finally, his load was spent within her and he collapsed, riding out her aftershocks, alternately pulled and pushed by the mouth of her cervix hammering down greedily, lapping up their cum. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his elbows over top of her and nudged her gently until she made room for him to get his wobbling knees up onto the bed, where they slowly caught their breath together.

"Ah, what a sweet and wonderful slut," he breathed heavily, contended; sated for the moment. He swiped the tears from her cheek and sweat from her brow gently with the side of his thumb, and darted his tongue to her lashes, catching the tears and then kissing her deeply, sharing with her gently. She breathed deeply and kept her eyes closed, unsure of what one says to a man whose both raped her and given her the best sex of her life all at once, fulfilling two fantasies in one short evening. She resolved not to think, and floated gently, in his strong arms as he pulled them onto their sides, slipping from her, spilling wetness that spread a huge damp pool beneath them. She sighed and drifted off to sleep without intending to.

She woke an hour later in a cold wet puddle, and covered with the afghan from the couch. A single tea candle floated languidly in a glass bowl half-full of water. In front of the bowl, she saw a note and jumped off her bed, wincing at the pain as she crossed the room. 

"You have a birthday party to get to, darling little whore," It read. "And here are your spare keys and wallet which you left in my store on Tuesday night. My number is on the back of this page, and you are to call me when you're ready for more, which you will be within a few days. Take an Epsom salt bath before you go out to take out a bit of the swelling, if you like. This is the last time you will be allowed this luxury, so I'd suggest you do it now, before an evening of dancing, when you have been offered the first and last chance. Enjoy your evening, slut, and be sure to call me soon."

The note was unsigned, and though she knew now where she had seen him, she had no idea what his name was. The number on the back was no clue, so she set it back on the shelf with the candle, casting flickering light and shadows on her darkened bedroom walls.

She glanced at the clock and saw that she had only 45 minutes before she was supposed to meet her friends. She decided to take the Epsom salt bath, and stopped at the phone to call her friends to let them know she'd be a little bit late. She couldn't imagine dancing in her sore and swollen state, but she resolved not to miss the party. As she picked up the phone, she noticed that crisp grey dress shirt he'd been wearing when she first laid eyes upon him, from on her knees at his feet. Another note lay on the shirt. 

"A keepsake for you, sweet slut," it said simply, followed by "You forgot to thank me, whore, and we still need to fill that ass of yours." This time a single uppercase character finished the note. She read....

"J