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Mistake

By: Betrayer



It was a nice summer day. Me and my friend Steve watched TV in my flat. Only 2 p.m. and nothing to do – it was a very boring day.

Suddenly I heard a tap in the door. I opened it, wondering who it can be.

I saw a beautiful young girl. She was blonde, with a nice body, blue eyes and long legs. She was dressed in the short tight red dress, and she was drunk. Not much, but surely she wasn't sober at all. She asked me with a charming voice: “Tell me, please, is Mr. Gomes live here?” 

Such a nice accent, I thought, perhaps she is from Eastern Europe? I smiled and answered: “Sorry, but Mr. Gomes don't live here.”

“And where is he live?” – she half-closed her blue eyes, looking at me. I waved my hand. “In the other flat, miss, let's go to the window, I'll show you where it is.”

She wants to see Gomes – no wonder, I thought. He was a handsome businessman from Panama, very rich. He met a new girl every week, and probably this hottie was one of them. I stared at her, feeling my cock raising in my pants.

Girl entered the room, I lead her to the window. She moved with a grace, cause me to stare at her perfect long legs and round ass. 

“What's up?” – Steve raised his head. “Who is this, Jack?”

“She wants to see Gomes, Steve.” 

“Why Gomes? Why Gomes if you can see me, baby?” – Steve recognized that our guest was not very sober. Girl laughed at him. She was such a tease, with her charming voice and pretty face!

Steve started to talk with her, and in a moment girl was near him on the couch, looking TV and laughing at his jokes. I left them for a while, and when I was back, I saw that Steve wasted no time at all. He fingered and stroked her beautiful tits through thin material of her red dress. Girl caressed his chest, smiling, her eyes was half-closed. 

I joined the couple on the couch. I started to stroke one of her nice breasts, so hot, so round and firm. Steve grinned at me and started to kiss with our guest. Girl started to moan a little. Our hands squeezed, caressed, fingered her gorgeous body, her skin was hot and smooth.

We undressed her together, her tanned body gleamed in the sunlight. She wear a little red panties, but we left them for a while. My cock was erect now, so I placed her left hand in my pants, and Steve did the same with her right hand. She started to caress our cocks tenderly. Steve grinned as his hand slid in her panties.

“Well, Jack, she is so wet!”

I joined him, my finger found her clitoris. It was dripping wet. Girl moaned. Her fingers caressed my dick, girl squirmed on her seat.

“B-b-boys…Tell me your names, please!” – her lips trembled as she speak.

“I'm Jack, and he is Steve.” – I continued my play with her clit, while Steve finger-fucked her.

“It's a pleasure to meet you…” 

We laughed. “And what's your name, baby?” – asked Steve.

“I'm Sveta…” – girl started to bite her lips.

Steve pulled out his fingers from her hot vagina and raised them to her face.

Sveta licked her juices hungrily from Steve's fingers.

“She is a hot slut, don't she?” – Steve stroked her hair.

“Let's start, baby.” – He raised from the couch. Now he was standing in front of the girl, his cock stroking out, it was big, with a red swollen head. Sveta raised her face, smiling, her eyes hot with passion.

“Suck it, sweety, now!”

Sveta was excellent cocksucker. She started slowly, licking a sensitive head of Steve's dick, then her mouth opened wide and she swallowed his entire member inside. She continued to stroke my dick with her small hand, while her mouth worked on my friend's cock. I was close to the cumming now, so I pushed her hand out and raised. Sveta kneeled in front of Steve, her head bobbing on his cock, her hands caressing his legs. 

I grabbed her and lifted her from the floor. Now she was bending, lips working on Steve's dick, wet pussy presented to me. Her red panties slightly covered her, and I removed them. I pressed my long fat cock to her vagina, girl moaned, bobbing her head up and down. I entered her, causing girl to moan loudly, and started to fuck her wet hot snatch.

Steve grinned to me, grabbed Sveta's head and started to fuck her throat, as I pounded her pussy. Girl moaned, her back sweating, her hands clutching Steve's legs, as we used her like a slut she was.

“Oh God…I'm cumming!” – Steve pressed her head to his crotch, holding it tight. Sveta shuddered, moaning, as his cock unloaded in her mouth. I heard her swallowing great loads of cum, and at this sound I felt pressure in mine own cock, and I erupted in her throbbing cunt, filling her with a load after load of my sperm.

I pulled out my softening tool and sat on the couch. Girl raised from the floor and sat between me and Steve. She smiled charmingly.

“That was good, boys, but you didn't tell me: where is Mr. Gomes flat?”

“Oh! Forget about it.” – I waved my hand. “I don't know.”

Sveta laughed.

“This is a wrong flat…And wrong guys…” – she dressed up. “Perhaps I'll come here again…To make a new mistake…”

Mistake



Lucy was in the kitchen trying desperately not to think of Nick.

"It's illegal for a guy to look like that and be single! It's Eve temping Adam...or is it a blessing in disguise...No! Don't go there remember no men they are the problem not the solution. Just dry the dishes and think of something else she ordered herself.

Frustrated with her self she went to dry a wine glass and bang it all came back. The way his fingers stroked the wine glass, how he licked the sauce off his lips and how good his butt looked in those jeans when he helped her clear the table.

"Breath just breath" 

Hearing a noise behind her, she turned and there he was Mr Greek God himself. Quickly she turned back to drying muttering something about how he shouldn't be in there.

Instead of answering he stepped closer to her the shock causing her to drop the glass in the sink, before thinking she reached in cutting herself on the shards of glass, 

"Ouch" Cursing she pulled her hand back.

She didn't notice Nick move till he was in front of her. Taking her hand and looking into her eyes he brought her cut finger to his lips and kissed the tip. Lucy licked her suddenly dry lips, then looking down at his mouth she started to wonder how it would feel to kiss him, then suddenly she didn't need to wonder his mouth was on hers.

Nick knew he shouldn't have gone into the kitchen but he felt drawn to the so called Lucy and he was told to keep an eye on her. She didn't look exactly like her picture she had brown short shoulder length hair instead of blond long hair but it was definitely Paige Madison the number one suspect in the 'Harris case'.

When he stepped into the kitchen it was to arrest her but when she cried out he went to her, he didn't think about repercussions till it was to late, her blood tasted sweet on his tongue then before he could think his mouth came crashing down on hers. 

They were kissing it wasn't chaste it was wild, primal. Biting her lip making her mouth open which he took advantage of thrusting his tongue inside, he felt her hands on his back then she moved them to his chest, he grabbed her ass and knew she could feel his erection.

"Oh Nick" He tried to think straight but she started unzipping him and grabbed his dick.

That was all he could take, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around him he turned placing her on the kitchen table. 

One hand trailing up her stomach to her ribs feeling her tremble, then he was touching her like he had wanted to do since seeing her. Twisting and palming her breasts, he wanted to see all of her, grabbing her shirt with both hands he dragged it over her head. 

"Your beautiful" he said gazing at her body. With one hand on her hip he unclipped her bra letting it fall so he could see more.

"Exquisite"

Sucking her breasts each in turn while strumming his fingers down her back was making her purr.

"Nick Please I want to see you" she moaned and started unbuttoning his shirt. 

Becoming impatient she ripped the rest off the shirt off grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Fuck me now" Needing no more encouragement than that Nick stood up, stripped his jeans and boxers off. Paige got off the table turned to face the table and bent over. Lifted her skirt up Nick grabbed her thong and pulled it down. Touching her outer lips before thusting a finger in he found her wet and hot. 

"Your so wet do you know how turned on it makes me knowing I could just thrust into you now and your body will take me?" He said adding another finger. She tightened around his fingers, she was so close, he added another, she screamed out then taking his fingers out he was in her.

Her whole body shuddered, her hands grabbed the table edges, he started to move filling her to the hilt, starting slow then pounding into her so fast her clit was banging against the table giving her more sensations. Feeling like she was going to burst she suddenly fell over the edge again and again her whole body shaking with her release, then with a guttering cry behind her she knew Nick had found his own climax.

When they came back to earth they were both panting. Nick realising what he had just done pulled out of her and started looking for his clothes or what was left of them.

He had just had sex with a suspect, a murder suspect who kills men during sex and he's was in a kitchen with very pointy knifes.

"Fuck" Okay he needed to get dressed fast.

.

Paige still pined to the table started to straiten up, realised this was the after part of sex with a stranger, well she knew his name but everyone lied about there name I mean she was and why because...

"You need to come with me" She looked behind her at Nick he was holding out her bra and top. Quickly grabbed them she turned her back to him putting her clothes back on. When she turned back around fully dressed she saw Nick was fully clothes as well, well except the ruined shirt had she done that? She thought smiling to herself. Nick was gorgeous model hot and she just had sex with him Wow what a difference a name made...wait did he just say

"I need to go with him?" 

Shit he's found me!



Mistake



{This story has sex outside of marriage in it, so if you will be outraged, then be forewarned.}

+++

Sissy lay there in the soft bed, her mind in a whirl. She could hear the soft snores of the man who lay beside her.

The room kept blinking to a reddish hue, right outside were the motel's large neon lights.

She remembered seeing those, the red portion was still lit but the blue had gone out.

"Sweet Dreams Motel." The sign had read.

She turned her head to look again at the man, he wasn't that bad to look at. Older than herself by at least a dozen years, she could see the slightly receding hairline, and even make out the sparkle of gray at his temples.

What was his name? Sissy struggled to remember, Raymond she thought he had told her?

No, Randall. That was it.

She looked around the room, there was no clock, not even one on the TV set that was bolted to the wall.

She reached over, felt around and found her wristwatch, pushed the tiny button to light the face of it.

2:15 AM, it read. She was very late, she had told Jim she would be home around midnight.

What time had she and the man arrived at the motel room? It must have been no later than 10:30, she knew she had arrived at the bar rather early, around 8 PM. She had dozed for barely an hour.

She slipped carefully out of the lumpy and overly soft bed, feeling the man's weight shift the mattress as she moved. She paused, he stirred slightly, but then returned to a deep sleep.

Sissy stood silently and watched as the man's face was lit, then in shadow as the ugly red light continued to flash.

She thought briefly of her husband Jim who waited at home for her. She knew he would want to talk, and she was not wishing to talk at all right at the moment.

In the tiny bathroom, she shut the door quietly and turned on the shower, hoping that would not wake the man still in the bed in the main room.

Sissy was nude, her body felt sticky and dirty. Glancing at herself in the large mirror, she didn't appear to be different.

But she was, she knew that.

Dirty, ashamed, yet alive in a way she had never felt. In fact, she had no idea at all that sex could be like that, delicious, yet terrible.

She let her hands brush lightly across her loins, feeling nearly instantly a trace of arousal.

She suddenly wanted desperately to feel that again, feel that helplessness as the power of the man now sleeping in the next room took her.

It made her feel even more ashamed.

Adjusting the fine spray from the water saver shower head to as hot as she could stand it, she washed herself quickly, using her fingers to cleanse herself inside as well as she could.

After drying herself off using a smaller towel, she used the largest one for a wrap and opened the door.

Randall was awake, he leaned on one elbow, looking at her as she stepped out.

Sissy felt her face flame and she tugged the towel more securely around herself, that was silly of course since the man had been inside her not once but twice just a couple of hours earlier.

She had thought it would be difficult if not impossible. No man had ever seen even part of her nude except for her Doctor and one boy way back on Prom night. That boy had been insistent in the car and they had struggled, he managed to get the crotch of her panties tugged aside and looked but she had hit at him and he finally stopped. The boy had even taken his penis out of his pants and pressed her hand to it. It was firm and she had felt an odd excitement at that but her basic shyness took over and she then struggled very hard to keep him from doing more.

Sissy had managed to retain her virginity until her wedding night with Jim. She had thought that Jim would be her life, but now here she was.

"Lord you look beautiful!" Randall told her. That caused her to flush even more deeply.

"I have to go." She told him.

"I don't want you to." Randall said, sitting up and pulling the covers back.

Sissy felt a bit of a shock at his sudden exposure, his penis was fully erect. Unable to stop herself, she looked down at it in the reddish light.

She knew that some men were larger than others, this man was one of those that was. His erection had a big curve in it, she remembered that part, how strange that had felt. She also remembered how it had felt even larger, seeming to grow as he had thrust inside of her, the way it had bent slightly before sliding in with each stroke.

She remembered a couple of times how he had slipped out, then reinserted and continued. He had an odd way of rotating his hips, it was strange but felt delicious.

"I really do need to get home, my husband...."

She instantly regretted mentioning her husband.

"Oh. You are married? You didn't tell me that, and you don't have a...? So that's the deal, one of those guys, huh?" He looked at her with a strange expression, glancing down at her hand.

Sissy had her wedding ring inside her coin purse, she had carefully placed it there before leaving the house.

She had done that right in front of Jim, her husband. He had watched with a smile, his face flushed. It was almost like some kind of final act of compliance.

She didn't answer Randall, just reached for her clothing. Then she hesitated, the man was sitting right there, naked, fully erect.

Sissy sighed and slipped off the towel, baring her body to him. It didn't matter now, he had already seen and touched everything. She noticed his eyes scan up and down, pausing at her naked sex.

She had carefully shaved herself before leaving the house, Jim had insisted she do that. That felt strange, it was like it was not her down there.

She looked at the man, he held out his hand. She went to him, knelt down and took his penis into her hands. After a few minutes, she stood up, stepped forward and lowered her body over him again. His hands came up to her sides as he lay back, his rigid member jutting upwards.

Lost in the sensations, she had no control over her actions at all. He began to nip lightly at her breasts, he had done that earlier. Jim always suckled, this felt different but then everything felt different.

Again she quickly had a powerful series of climaxes, she had long since lost track of how many.

After Randall had ejaculated inside of her for the third time, she stood and looked at him.

"Honey, you are one great fuck, that's for sure!" He grinned up at her.

Without another word, she quickly retrieved her pale pink thong and matching bra, pulled them on. She finished dressing quickly as the man sat there and watched.

Amazingly, his penis was still partially engorged, she could see it clearly each time the garish light outside flashed.

"Thanks! I will be here until Wednesday if you want to drop by again." Were the last words she heard from him as she walked out the door.

+++

The first four years with Sissy's husband Jim were normal, they had met in college. It took nearly three months of dating before she finally gave in and allowed him to touch and play with her naked breasts.

By then she was hopelessly in love with him. Soon the petting progressed to where she would let him stroke between her legs, first through her panties, then finally his fingers slipped inside. She had her very first orgasm with someone else doing that, it felt completely different from when she touched herself there.

A few days later Sissy rather eagerly returned the favor, she knew before she even did that that she was going to.

That part she liked, the way his eyes closed and his mouth came open, the feeling of his solid erection was delightful. Sissy knew very little about male bodies, the one penis she had seen way back in school was smaller than Jim's. She could wrap both hands around Jim's shaft and the very head of it would protrude past her upper hand. It was so firm yet soft at the same time, She also found she really liked looking at it, the way it jerked in her hands as his climax was reached very nearly caused her to reach her own.

Sissy found herself studying Jim's face when she played with him, wanting to create as much pleasure for him as she could. He appeared to like it most of all when she wrapped both hands around the shaft, then tugged upward firmly against the swollen ridge while squeezing him tightly. By squeezing and releasing as he climaxed, she could make him shoot off so firmly it sometimes spattered into her hair.

Everything was wonderful, she wanted to be right there with him all the time.

Jim was so handsome, so strong. He worked out almost constantly so his stomach rippled, his chest was solid muscle.

He didn't drink, not really, just one or perhaps two over the course of an evening. He made her feel proud to be with him, her friends all told her she was lucky to catch such a fine hunk of a man, and she felt lucky herself.

Completely secure and happy, she loved her guy with all of her heart.

But after a couple of years, things changed.

+++

At first it was the internet, he played videos a lot. But that was just looking, she sometimes joined him, then in their bed she would try out some of the things she saw couples do.

That was sexy fun, for a few months anyway. Often they ended up in giggling fits after some odd antics trying to duplicate what they had watched. 

Just once they tried anal, it only took a couple of seconds and she knew she didn't want to do that at all.

Then she got some thin latex gloves and stuck one finger up Jim's behind, she put the glove on in the dark surprising him.

That was an idea she got from the videos too, and Jim jumped at first, then he was on his knees and letting her. She used the one hadn on his erection, while probing him with one finger and he must have liked that because he got even harder than normal. 

Things like that were naughty, dirty, but they were fun.

Then Jim began to go to swinger websites, next he read stories to her about wives that slept with other men.

Sissy found that weird, why would a man want someone to do that to his own wife when she was right there for him to do it himself?

"Have you ever thought about something like that?" He asked her one evening as they made love.

"No. Of course not." She told him, wondering if he might think she would even consider something like that.

"I will only be with you, honey." She told him.

"Maybe you should try it at least once, I know I am the only man you ever had sex with, aren't you curious?" He asked.

"No. Not really, why would I be?" She was surprised that he would even mention such a thing. She climaxed with Jim more than half the time and that was just fine with her. 

It was just as nice being able to please him.

So why should she even be curious about being with someone else? They would only be doing what he would do, there was no real mystery there that she could see.

"Honey, it only goes in one way, so why would I care?" She told him in a teasing manner, even giggling slightly.

"Oh, you know. There is that seven year itch, and since you have no idea what that would be like, I thought that maybe getting it out of your system would not hurt anything."

"I don't have any need to, and besides, we have only been married about four years so nothing itches yet." Sissy still tried to let a teasing tone into her voice.

"You know what I mean. I have been with other women...before we got together, so I just wondered...?" Jim seemed suddenly more flushed than normal, she could feel his erection pressed against her side.

That was the start, at first he only mentioned it rarely, but then it became the subject of conversation almost every time they had sex.

After months of that, she finally asked him.

"Why does the idea of me sleeping with another man excite you?" Sissy asked Jim bluntly.

Just saying that to him instantly excited him, Jim became more animated.

"I don't know," he told her as he thrust inside her. 

"It just does. The idea of you taking a strange cock inside you is hot!" He managed to blurt out just as he reached an intense orgasm. Sissy lay there holding him, wishing that he would thrust just a little bit more, but she felt him begin to soften, then he slid out.

Sissy tried teasing him after that, telling him what she might do and say, how something like that might happen. One evening she mentioned the guy that came by to install the cable upgrades for their TV, telling Jim he was a good looking young man.

He actually was an older black man, in his fifties at least and very heavy set.

"He was so cute that he interested me, I could hardly wait until you got home!" She told him.

"God, you should have fucked him!" Jim told her, pushing her back and tugging the crotch of her panties aside and entering her just like that.

"Maybe I will next time." She told him, still teasing. That time Jim even got hard for the second time when she told him she was wondering what the young man's cock looked like.

She had never actually used the word "cock" before, but it certainly worked and she had a glorious orgasm because that time he lasted longer than the first time.

Then it was the guy who read the power meter, he was about 40 and really not that bad looking.

She always said hello to him, he was nice.

The house they lived in was on the end of a long driveway, they did not yet have the electronic meters installed.

Sissy told Jim several times about that man, telling him the man always looked her up and down. Then Jim told her she should maybe flash him or something like that to see if he was interested.

"Would you like that, honey? What do you want me to let him see?" She teased.

"Maybe wear a skimpy loose top and bend over, show off these nice little titties." Jim was grinning as he played with her nipples.

"Maybe I will bend over and let him see my pussy." She whispered to him as he this time was taking her from behind.

Nearly instantly Jim reached his climax.

Later in the bathroom Sissy quietly took care of herself. She was thinking that she needed to time her naughty comments a bit better, giggling to at that.

+++

That one she actually tried, when the meter reader stepped up onto their porch several days later she came out. She had on a pair of tight shorts and a very loose and low cut blouse.

"Hi!" She said brightly as he was intently reading the numbers over a set of reading glasses perched on his nose. As he glanced her way with a smile, she dropped the newspaper she had in her hands and bent over to retrieve it.

She pretended to have a small struggle to get hold of it, holding the pose far longer than she needed to.

Sissy was sure the man got a good look at most of her bare breasts, if not all of them, then she stood back up.

The man looked quickly away, he had a slight frown on his face.

"We have a crew coming out to install the automatic meters, guess I won't be coming by now." He said, not looking her way.

"Oh. I read about that in the paper." Sissy answered.

That was all there was to it, but she created an involved story about how the man had stared at her naked breasts.

"Did he get excited?" Jim asked, again almost instantly beginning to make love to her.

"Oh, God yes. You should have seen the bulge in his pants!" She told him.

Still, she refused his suggestions, telling him she could never actually allow sex with someone else when he pressed her.

That went on for months.

Worried now, she quit telling him stories, hoping it would all go away.

Jim began to make love to her less and less, claiming he was too tired, finally he was staying up much later than she was before coming to bed.

He was on the internet, of course. She quietly peeked around the corner one night, saw that Jim was masturbating to something he was reading.

She pretended to be asleep when he came to bed, knowing that he would not reach for her anyway.

She put her energy into keeping a perfect house, preparing his favorite meals, but nothing changed.

She even went to a Victoria's Secrets at the mall, found some pretty bedclothes. That worked a little bit but things went right back to the way they were.

Sissy was becoming unhappy, then one day while Jim was at work she snooped on his computer. He had made no effort to hide any of that, they had read some of them together but she didn't know about the favorites part.

She was shocked at what she read, he was signed up to a website about something called "Hot Wives." When she found his list of favorite stories, every single one of them was about the husband waiting at home while the wife went out and had sex, some of them even had the husband watching while she did it?

A lot of them also involved other men with large penises, by now Sissy knew very well that those men did exist since she had seen things like that in the film clips. But many of them were no larger than Jim, so she didn't think that was it, not really.

"Cuckold", there was even a name for that. Was that what Jim wanted, to be one of those? That didn't make any sense to her at all.

But that had to be it, that had to be what he wanted.

Sissy sat with her face in her hands for a long time. She loved Jim and wanted to please him, his reactions were obvious and consistent when she showed interest in any kind of sex with someone other than him.

That she was sure of, they were watching one of the videos and it showed one man filming his wife having sex, complete with almost gross closeups.

"One of these days I just might surprise you and let some guy do that to me." She told him.

Jim was on her in a flash, his erection leaking fluids before she could even get her panties down.

If that was what he really wanted, then she would try, she finally decided.

+++

"All right. All right, I will do it! But you had better be sure, honey." She told him after he brought up the subject again a few nights later.

"Really? You will? Do you have someone in mind?" Jim was again instantly excited.

"It couldn't be someone we know, I just couldn't do that. I thought maybe I would go out...by myself...and just pick out someone." 

She almost laughed to herself at his reaction.

"That would be amazing!" He exclaimed, reaching for her.

"He will have to be a nice man, and it's only going to be just one time, then I don't want to ever bring it up again." She told him.

For the first time in their married life, Jim climaxed three times over the next hour and seemed just as firm the last time as he was at the start.

Sissy found that even at that, she could not reach her peak. Finally she faked her own, telling him she couldn't take any more.

+++

Sissy walked into the dimly lit hotel bar, it was just a half mile from the main airport. It was unlikely she would run into anyone she knew there.

She was terrified, completely unsure of herself, yet determined. She did know all about her ability to attract attention, and had taken great care in her appearance, using a trace of makeup, fixing her hair perfectly.

Men had approached her before, even when she was out with Jim and he left her to use the restroom or something like that. Her method of handling that was easy, she just offered a gentle, "Thank you but I am married." But she always knew Jim was close by so she was not bothered by any of the advances and just never let them really get started.

This time she was alone, and she had no real idea of what to say or how to react if approached.

The dark blue dress she wore was not overly short, or even low cut but it hugged her body and showed quite clearly that her undergarments had to be skimpy and soft.

She felt almost naked, on display, even though she was modestly covered. That was uncomfortable.

Even more discomfort was the fact that she had shaved, she could feel the soft material of her pink thong against her bare flesh, it felt strange like she was not herself.




Mistake



Jim had acted almost like an animal as he watched her prepare for the big event. Several times she had nearly changed her mind and told him no, but he was so excited by the prospect she couldn't bring herself to do that.

"Be sure and let him see everything, OK?" He told her as she was headed out the door.

That sounded strange to her, if she was going to find a man and actually go with him, of course he would see everything?

"I don't even know if I will meet anyone, honey. But I will try, and I should be home before midnight." She glanced at her watch, it was barely after 8 PM.

If she actually did meet someone, she figured it wouldn't take very long and she would just leave after it was over.

"You will, looking like this." He grinned, giving her a kiss.

Then she climbed into their car and drove off.

She had already thought of the hotel bar down by the airport, it was a nice place and lots of men traveling went there.

She remembered it from stopping there for a glsss of wine one day when she was way early meeting an airplane, she had sat at the bar and a couple of men had the bartender bring her drinks.

But she only had a few minutes that time, so she had left those sitting on the bar. Even dressed in blue jeans and a simple blouse men had tried, so it might be the right place, she thought.

+++

Sissy hesitated as eyes turned her way, she very nearly turned and walked back out.

There were several men in the room, most had on typical business suits. Taking a deep breath, she stepped up to the bar and asked for a glass of red wine.

Over in the corner, a man was playing a piano and singing quietly. The room was a buzz of voices.

"Coming right up, babe." The young bartender told her, giving her a good look over. Sissy thought he was reasonably cute, but he was working of course.

She suddenly felt a little bit wicked, knowing why she was there. A tiny titter escaped her lips when she realized she had been thinking of what the young bartender looked like naked.

Glancing around, she saw a nice looking young man sitting at one of the tables. 

"Maybe it would be him?" She thought, but just them a pretty woman walked up and sat down with him.

An older man sitting several stools down looked her way and smiled, she nodded back and he moved to the seat next to hers. He appeared to be easily in his fifties, but nice looking and well dressed.

But he wasn't the one, she rebuffed his crude attempts quickly. 

"You sure improve the looks of this place!" The man told her, smiling. After a few more silly comments, she told him no thank you when he asked her to dance.

A few minutes later, another tried with the same fate. Then a heavy set young man also asked her to dance, one glance at his chubby cheeks and a bill cap on backwards and she told him no thank you. He actually wore a sports coat with a bill cap, good lord. She sat and fiddled with the tall wine glass after he gave up and left, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Just as she was thinking of giving up and trying another place, a tall well dressed black man came up and began to talk to her. Then he signalled the bartender, she saw the young man working hesitate, glancing at her.

The dark skinned man was actually quite handsome, but none of Jim's favorites had anything about interracial although they had watched some videos that were.

She was unsure of what Jim's reaction might be to her choosing him, so she told him no, with a smile.

This man was much more forward, he didn't accept her telling him "No thank you." When he asked first to buy her a drink, then to dance.

But the man didn't step away, he continued to press her, leaning in closely enough to create discomfort.

"Sir, I am married." She told him finally.

"Look, I know why you are here, what's wrong with me? I can show you a good time." He told her flatly, placing one large hand on her shoulder. His large fingers brushed the bare skin at the base of her neck.

"I don't know what you are talking about, don't!" She told him, pushing at the hand.

Her distress must have shown because just then another large man stepped up.

"Leave the lady alone sir, she is with me." He told him. The dark man gave him a dirty look but wandered off.

The big man sat down.

"I'm Randall, sorry about the comment but I figured he would back off if I told him that." He said.

"Thank you." She felt better, the other man had shaken her a little bit.

They began to talk, Randall was polite and she felt safer with him sitting there now. Plus he was good looking, although at least a decade older than herself.

When he asked her to dance, she accepted. He was also a good dancer and did no pawing or anything out of line.

That was fun, it had been some time since she had gone dancing. He was attentive and a good listener, she found herself enjoying the conversation.

Sissy was on her 3rd glass of wine when she decided.

"Are you staying here at the hotel?" She asked him with a smile, giving him the opening.

"No, I have a room down the street at a motel, I am driving. I work on the road, sales." He grinned.

It could not have been more perfect, she could do this and never have to worry about ever seeing him again.

+++

It really didn't take much after that, Sissy found herself sliding into his silver colored late model SUV, in minutes they pulled in and parked. The neon light outside flashed red, sometimes the blue portion also flashed but it mostly buzzed, the place would be best described as seedy.

That didn't matter, she wanted to just do this and get it over.

She did notice the rear of his machine was filled with boxes, apparently he really was a salesman.

The room was sparsely furnished, she looked around, suddenly unsure again. What in the world was she doing, here in a cheap motel room with a man she barely knew?

But Randall stepped up behind her, slid his arms around her waist and drew his fingers across her belly. She turned to him, he leaned down and kissed her.

She now knew she was really going to do it. She was going to have sex with this man, this stranger she knew nothing about.

The rest followed swiftly, Randall removed her clothing, then began to stroke and play with her body. He was in no hurry at all, he seemed to be taking great enjoyment in his prize.

She felt herself respond, after the initial shudder at being naked in front of him. She managed to resist the urge to cover her bare breasts as he reached back and unhooked her thin bra, leaving her standing in just the pale pink thong, her dress pooled at her ankles on the carpet.

There was a whiff of some kind of cologne, it wasn't unpleasant. The touch of his lips actually felt nice. He held her gently, reaching down to cup her bottom. She felt the tips of her nipples brush his chest, then harden.

His body was nothing at all like her husband, where Jim was firm and very muscular, this man was much softer. He had a belly that was mildly rounded, his chest and upper arms were not defined and strong looking like Jim's. Somewhere in there he had removed his shirt and pants, she had missed that part.

She reached down and felt him through his briefs, realized he was a bigger man there than her husband.

It all felt completely strange, but he certainly did know what to do. Gently, he eased her back, she sat on the very edge of the bed as his hands found her bare breast. Then as he was petting, exploring, her body flooded.

That part she did not expect, she had thought he would just enter her, she would have sex and that would be all there was to it.

As Sissy felt her body begin to excite, his mouth found her sex and she allowed that, until finally her legs were as widespread as they could be. 

She knew about things like that but Jim never did it to her, not really. Mostly he nuzzled her there for just a few seconds, then mounted her. 

This man went on and on, his tongue touching her so lightly it made her want to reach out and mash his face against her loins.

She felt Randall's index finger slip inside past the crotch of her thong, then he was touching something.

Whatever that was, whatever he was doing she had not felt before. She slipped into a quick orgasm more easily than she ever had.

His hands began to work her thong downward, she lifted each hip to help him.

Once again his lips brushed her sex, again his index finger slid inside. This time she wanted him to do that, accepted it eagerly.

Slow, so very slow. Impossibly slow, she lost complete track of where she was. Jim was no longer in her thoughts, the only thing she was aware of were sensations.

A massive orgasm flowed over her from him doing that to her. His tongue was first brushing her, teasing, almost a tickle, then jamming deep inside brought another crashing climax.

Suddenly she wanted it, she wanted that large piece of his manhood inside of her.

When she rolled over and tugged at the waistband of his briefs and his erection sprang free, she reached out and grasped it. His penis had no foreskin, the head was large, his shaft had a long curve in it.

She could see it clearly each time the red light outside flashed.

Sissy lay back, Randall slid up on top of her. With one hand she still grasped him, the large rubbery head felt so different to her. His hand come down, rubbing her lips to spread her moisture as she guided it towards her entrance.

She wanted at that instant to do it, forgotten was the hurry to just do it and get it over with.

Then his penis was pressing, she felt her body open in anticipation and it slid in halfway. With a second firm thrust, she felt his pubic hairs brush her bare sex.

There was a brief shock as her body felt the unfamilar invasion, so different than what she was used to with her husband.

For only an instant, she remembered the condoms she had purchased and placed inside her purse, now it was far to late for that.

He lasted a very long time that first time, she had never known anything like that. Her next climax began early and was continuous, as he reached his peak and flooded inside her, it flashed into her mind that now she had done it.

There was no going back, she had allowed a man, a stranger, to fuck her.

It wasn't lovemaking now either, it was fucking. Mindless, grunting, sweating sex.

Once started, she loved every second of it. She waited for him to soften and slip out, basking in the moment. Finally he did, although it took a long time.

His hands drifted over her upper body, Sissy lay there with her eyes closed. Something had happened, she only knew it was completely different. She opened her eyes, the man lay there propped up on one elbow, smiling at her.

"That was special." He told her.

"Uh huh." She managed.

Later, he took her again, it lasted even longer the second time. It was like a dream that was happening to someone else the first time, the second time she went at it eagerly, her orgasm was intense, again completely different than it was with her husband.

"Your body is beautiful, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with." The man told her as he nuzzled her soft naked breasts.

He spent a long time playing with her, inspecting her body inside and out. Sissy lay there and allowed it.

How she could feel like that and hate herself for it she didn't understand. Yet there was no way to stop it now, she wanted more.

+++

Sissy glanced at her watch again as she walked across the parking lot to the sidewalk. The man had asked her to stay even longer, and he was still sitting there naked, his oddly shaped erection pointing upwards as she left the room.

Three times he had invaded her, the first had been with some reluctance, the other two times she had been completely willing, even eager.

The last time was after she had cleaned up, that time she had taken him.

Sissy had no idea at all that she could even react like that, her pelvis had been pressed downwards reaching, trying to get him deeper. The sounds were even erotic, both of them grunting, the squishing sounds of their union filling the room.

The vision of the man's large penis, still nearly erect was in her mind as she walked the short distance to the hotel parking lot.

She knew there could have been a fourth time, Sissy had no idea that men could even do that.

Pressing the button on her watch, she saw it was barely after 4 AM, she tugged her light jacket more closely around her as she walked down the sidewalk to the hotel.

That was hard to even believe, she had spent nearly five hours having almost continuous sex with a complete stranger.

On the way, she began to cry.

She got into her vehicle and drove home, dabbing at her face with a tissue.

+++

Jim was asleep in a chair in the living room when she walked in. She stood and looked at her husband for quite some time. Usually she felt pleasure at watching him in sleep, this time she felt herself looking at him almost like he was a stranger.

Sissy walked past him into the bedroom, undressed and cleansed herself in the bathroom. She looked at the wispy panties she took off, the evidence of what she had done was clear.

Pressing those deep into the trash can like that would hide them, she slid naked into bed and went to sleep.

Jim's weight sliding into the bed woke Sissy up.

It was now light outside, and she had a headache.

"Why didn't you wake me? What time did you get home?" He asked.

"You were asleep and I was tired." Sissy sat up, it was now just past seven in the morning.

"Well, how did it go?" He asked, reaching out to stroke her breast.

"Don't. I have a headache." She told him. She suddenly didn't want him to touch her.

Jim looked at her in surprise, but he didn't say anything more. She got out of bed, feeling like she wanted to cover herself. 

Sissy knew her husband's eyes were on her, inspecting.

Looking for signs, perhaps?

She looked at her husband.

"I will go make some Coffee, and some food." She found her robe and covered herself.

"Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" Jim asked as he sat at the table eating the pancakes she had made.

"Jim, it was all a mistake." She blurted out.

"Oh. God, I'm sorry then. You mean you actually did it, but it wasn't..good?" He asked.

"It was just fine. Better than fine in fact, it was great. He was bigger than you and lasted longer than you and it was amazing." She said, a bitter tone in her voice.

It was like she was striking out at him, to hurt him, but he didn't react like that.

"What's wrong then?" His voice became elevated, at that moment she did not like him.

"I didn't know, I didn't need to know. I was happy. Now I have lost everything." Sissy broke down and started crying.

"I don't understand."

"Jim, you turned me into a...It's not you, it's partly me, too. I...we...turned me into a..whore. I let this happen, now I am not the way I was anymore." Tears flooded Sissy's eyes.

"Honey, don't be like that. It doesn't mean anything, it doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does matter!" 

"Let's just forget it then, we won't do anything like that again. I'm sorry you didn't have a good time." He tried to comfort her, reaching out but she pulled away.

"Good time? Good TIME? It was fucking wonderful! You wanted me to get fucked so by God I got fucked! I didn't know and now I do. Now it's too late! It's too late! I already did it! I can't go back. You don't understand anything!"

"Honey...?" Was as far as Jim got before she went into the bedroom, slamming the door.

"Leave me alone!" She yelled through the door at him when he knocked.

+++

All day Sunday she stayed in there, refusing to answer when he tried to talk to her. Sunday evening Jim slept out on the couch, Sissy refused to unlock the bedroom door.

He thought about kicking it in but thought better of that.

Monday he knocked, telling her he had to go to work. 

She didn't answer. Jim figured that by the time he got home that evening she would have settled down, she couldn't stay in there forever.

He rushed home after work, the first thing he saw was the bedroom door open. That made him feel better, but she wasn't in the bedroom. He searched the house, she wasn't there.

In a panic, Jim went into the bedroom, opened their closet. Some of her clothes were gone, also her overnight case.

How in the hell? She didn't have a car, where could she have gone? 

With no idea of where to start looking, Jim sat down to wait.

It was clear to him that he had made a mistake, Sissy just was not up for anything like he thought she might be.

He planned on telling her that, to ease her mind. Things could just go back to the way they were before.

She would come crawling back, he knew she would.

+++

Wednesday afternoon, Sissy sat and looked out the motel room window. Traffic moved by on the highway out front, so many people going by to their lives.

She saw the silver SUV pull in and park.

Her mind drifted to Jim. She wondered for a brief moment what he was doing, but then she heard the front door open.

"Hi. Still here? Good, I like you being here." Randall said.

"Yes, still here." Sissy didn't look up.

"I need to head for Boise after some calls in the morning, got some accounts there. You can tag along if you want, at least for awhile?" He told her.

"Maybe." She answered.

"OK. When are you going to go back home?" He asked.

"I don't know." She answered.

Randall went into the bathroom, washed up and pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt. 

He was completely surprised when she had shown up at his door.

"I forgot to suck you off at least once!" She announced when she marched in. Then she proceeded to push him back onto the bed and did exactly that.

These one night stands didn't do that, but this one was hot as a pistol. He couldn't resist another roll in the hay, what the hell, why not?

But it was getting to be time, he had work to do, places to be.

Easy to get rid of, all he had to do was go out on his calls and keep right on going. But he had time for one more night. He was looking forward to it, this one really was a great fuck.

He almost didn't believe what she had done the night before, jacking him off while sticking her finger up his ass. That was a new one even to him, and kind of fun, too. He had way more than his fair share of pussy over the years, but this one took the cake, no doubt about that.

Still, there was a little bit of worry, she might be one of those that tried to hang on, make troubles.

But she could look for him in Boise for a long damned time, he was headed for Denver the next day.

The last thing in the world he wanted was a full time tag along, it would get in the way of his evening fun.

Besides, if his wife back in San Francisco ever found out?

"Want to go get a bite to eat?" He asked her when he came out.

"Sure." Sissy got up, looked at him.

Tomorrow. She would head home tomorrow. Wait until Randall left for his sales calls, then she would just hop a taxi.

After tonight, she was done with him.

She knew very well her life would now never be the same.

Just wait until her husband found out what was coming. He probably didn't have a clue what he had started. It was partly her own fault, Sissy could accept that. She just wanted to please her man, but she ended up pleasing herself.

He wanted her to have sex with another man, by God that certainly happened. She discovered what sex could be like, now there was no way to ever stop.

This was all crazy, but she knew she would do it again, with someone, somewhere. Someone was probably even better than Randall.

Jim probably would like that. She had come to accept that her husband was thinking of himself, not of her.

"We will see about that." She thought to herself.

Sissy chuckled to herself at that thought. 




Mistake



It kept her from crying. She knew very well that now there was no way back.

"What's so funny?" Randall asked her.

"Nothing." She smiled at him.

He looked at her oddly.

"Nothing, really. Let's go eat."



Mistake?



I have to piss but am afraid. I am afraid of what will happen if I take the last gulp from my beer, stand up and quietly walk past the assortment of Chantilly laced and leathered men to the restroom. Call me dull-witted, naïve or just distracted but, yes, here I sit in what appears to be a... a gay bar.

Yeah, yeah, I guess it's my own fault. Perhaps I was a bit rude to the desk clerk as he spent nearly fifteen minutes checking me in and yes, after that it wasn't the best idea to ask him where I could find a good place to get a few beers. I just ignored the sly smile as he rubbed his finely kept beard and told me of Barry's Place. The slightly muffled laugh I heard as I headed for the revolving door s should have warned me.

Instead, I walked several blocks to the flashy neon beneath some artsy awning and, without paying much attention to the people, I found an empty table and sat down. It wasn't until I was halfway into my first beer that I began looking around. I noticed there were a lot of good looking guys, well dressed and well groomed, but what I didn't see were the sharp looking women with these guys.

It seemed odd, but I had to finish my first beer and order my second before I snapped. Okay, okay, I should have figured it out back when the hot pants and halter wearing waitress with a beard took my order for the first beer, but hey, I got the message.

Anyway, what do I do now? If I get up and head to the restroom I know exactly what will happen...

"Nice cock," he says, glancing down over the urinal screen. "Excuse me?" I reply. "I said, 'Nice cock.'"

Yes, that's what I figure he'll say. A code, I guess and unwittingly I'd fall right in...

"Thanks, you have a nice one too." I notice the smile that comes across his face as I speak, his soft lips curl upward as his eyes glance at my face and then back downward. Glancing down myself I notice his cock begin to move.

"I wasn't sure when I first saw you. I'm glad I followed you in here," he continued, stepping back from the urinal without slipping his cock back in his pants.

I back away from the urinal and reach down to zip up, but feel his hand catch mine. Holding my hand he backs up through the open partition door. Caught up in the soft feel of his hand and the inviting smile on his face I follow him into the stall.

Once inside, he quickly maneuvers himself toward the door which he closes and latches. Before I can protest he kneels and takes hold of my cock. Damn, I'm not gay, but damn... damn, my cock is nearly hard and under the gentle touch of his fingers it quickly grows to a full erection.

"Wait, I'm not... I'm not," I mumble as I watch and feel his soft lips close over the purple head of my cock. "...gay," I whisper as his mouth slides down me, taking more and more of me into his mouth. Damn, the softness, the feel, the intense suction slid over me. I want to pull away but can't, all I can do is thrust my hips forward, pushing deeper into his wonderful mouth.

Suddenly I feel the pleasure surge through me as he grabs my balls and sucks deeply. I come spurting again and again as he eagerly swallows. Holding my cock in his mouth he tightens his grip on my shaft and milks the last drops of cum from my cock. He stands, licking a few errant drops of cum from his lips and nods at me. I take hold of his cock and start to kneel...

"Another beer?" the bearded waitress asks me.

"No, not right now. Where's the restroom?"

He points towards a dark corner. I slowly make my way towards the restroom, noticing another man following closely. Once inside we stand side by side at the urinals, but instead of him taking a peek, he quickly finishes, turns to wash his hands and then heads back to the bar. Surprised, I give my cock a couple of quick shakes and then wash my hands. Disappointed I walk out of the bar and silently head back to the hotel.



Mistake in the Men's Room



She stood at the sink washing her hands slowly. Seeing a blur she looked up as a gentlemen walked in the bathroom. She raised her eyebrows, as did he. 

"I think you're in the wrong restroom." They said together. 

There was a moment of startled quiet and then she walked to the door and looked.

She smiled with chagrin, "Sorry."

He wanted to tell her to be more careful. He thought 'what if I had been in there... or if someone less savory had been in there' and suddenly his mind wandered in that direction. He pulled it back quickly as he noticed how pretty she was. Small with short hair, round in all the right places from what he could tell with a quick discrete glance.

He realized suddenly she was looking at him and he smiled back and surprised himself. "It's the most pleasant sight in a men's room in a long time." He said and watched her cheeks redden a little and a twinkly smile emerge around her eyes and he felt that familiar twinge beneath his belt.

He followed her out to the fast food counter where she ordered a tea and fries. He ordered a coffee and sandwich and then offered to pay for hers. His voice was quiet, calm, he noted with relief as it was unlike him to do this for someone he just met.  

He watched her glance quickly at him from the corner of her eye and say, "You don't need to do that." She turned her face toward him, and he stood quietly watching the expression flash from uncertainty to a measured look to a decision. 

She smiled, "But it would be nice." 

"Would you like a sandwich as well?"

"No." she smiled, "That's alright. This is enough."

He didn't question it and they brought their food to a table by the window. The conversation began easily. She was local, he was visiting on business at a conference. He talked about how he left the conference to see a little bit of local color. They were both single. Parents. Not really seeing anyone.

She had her own business, she called it a curiosity shop. He worked in computer design. They talked easily for twenty minutes and he walked her to her shop and she thanked him for lunch. She stood watching him, wondering what would happen next.

"Why aren't you seeing anyone?"

"Too complicated. I like my life simple."

"Friendship is simple," he responded.

She smiled. "Yes. I guess it is."

He turned to go 

"Wine is simple."

He looked surprised. Snowdrops were falling on her hair, the twinkle was back in her eye.

"Come by after your afternoon session if you like. I close at 6 and it takes a while to finish up. Usually am done by 7."

"What about your children?"

"Grown. At college."

"Sounds simple."

"One would hope." She looked at him, her eyes were a little dazed. He touched her shoulder and it felt warm under his hand. He realized he had not put on his gloves. She felt nice.

"I'll see you then." She said, feeling quite sure nothing at the conference would keep him.

Being the week before Christmas, it was busy and the shop didn't empty until 6:40. She turned the open sign to 'closed' and looked out. The street was emptying. She left the door unlocked and began counting out the cash register, entering data into the computer. She looked at the clock: 7:05. She shrugged. All afternoon she had wondered, she had thought, she had imagined. In a brief quiet time around 2:30 she had found the wine and special wine glasses.

"Bad luck to plan." She heard the word 'luck' in her mind...well it sounded like another word and that was in the back of her mind. She shrugged the thought away. It didn't look like it was going to happen. Too bad, she thought as she remembered him standing in the doorway. Nice. Sweet. Kind of quiet, comfortable, she sighed as she bent down, storing receipts. She forced her mind to the mundane and necessary and was lost in organization for the next morning when she heard the sound of a male voice and jumped up.

He stood there, a little disheveled.

"I was afraid you had locked up. The session went late. There were a lot of questions."

She realized that he was not attending the conference but presenting. She also realized he was in a quiet way letting her know. She liked that. Not pretentious, but nice to know.

She smiled, "Busy afternoon here too. How did your presentation go?"

He chatted about it as she locked the front door to future customers.

As he paused she said, "I have a little comfort room back here... and some wine, as I promised."

He raised an eyebrow as he walked back. He smiled as she poured out a wine. "It was a gift from a friend, homemade. Definitely fun. Not too high brow." She said looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

He thought he needed to watch himself here, watch out for that look.

"I have a friend that does that too. Makes wine. It is fun."

He shrugged out of his coat and she laid it over the counter and they drank the wine. He noticed the swell of her breasts as she moved back and poured wine. He almost heard the movement of her hips as she slid across her chair. He felt her movement within himself and his own sexuality stirred.

He watched her eyes sparkle with the wine and she touched his hand as they talked.

She flitted a bit like a bird until he took her hand in his and held it. She raised her eyes to his and smiled calmly. More than anything he wanted to touch her lips with his. He thought of touching more, of sliding his hands to her breast.

The telephone rang shrilly and she turned to answer it, leaning over the counter talking crisply, he could see the outline of her hips.

"Don't be silly." She answered. "It will be fine. I am fine."

"That's my neighbor and good friend. She saw you come in and was worried." She whispered.

He smiled and asked for directions to her bathroom, giving her time to talk to her friend. He smiled to himself, it was good someone watched over her.

When he returned, he asked her if she was hungry. She shrugged. She looked at a loss for words.

"You only ate french-fries for lunch." He reminded her.

"No. I make my own soups, but sometimes it is not enough. Usually I don't eat dinner."

"Do you eat ice cream?"

She smiled. Ice cream.

So they dined on ice cream at the creamery across the street and talked, and she walked him back to the hotel. She stepped in with him and they sat in the lobby.

He looked at her.

She said, "You know. I know this is not the way it is supposed to happen, but could I come up to your room." Her cheeks flushed. "I didn't want to invite you to my apartment. I had a delivery yesterday and rushed the merchandise in, but the boxes...and the breakfast dishes."

He smiled. This woman was a little disorganized perhaps, but sweet. Very sweet. Vulnerable. Kind and...she wanted him. He smiled, stood up, put her hand on his arm and began walking. Quickly.

He unlocked the door quickly, stepped in and his arms were around her, his mouth was on hers. On her neck, his cheek against hers.

His hands moved around her back and then slipped off her coat, tossed her hat on the bed. He wanted to pick her up and toss her on it and then slowly remove every item of her clothes.

As if she could read his mind she said, "Please do."

"What?" he asked.

"I don't know what you are thinking, but...please just do it. Whatever is in your mind, I could feel it and this is not something I normally do...but you are so nice and funny and you smell so nice and it has been so long, and I have been so lonely and alone, and you are so nice, and kind and ..." 

In a moment he led her to the bed, removed her shoes and gently ran his hands up her legs and slowly removed her panty hose, kissing her knees, her ankles.

He moved above her and smiled.

"Surprised?"

"Happily." She answered and lifted her hand to his cheek and then behind his head, touching his hair and pulling his lips back to hers, she kissed him softly, gently, running her tongue over his lips. She touched the back of his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. And then his belt. Her fingers gently touched the zipper of his pants.

He lifted himself up and looked into her eyes. The twinkle was back. Her fingers fluttered over the front of his pants and he rolled to the side and looked at her. She spoke to him, her voice low and husky.

"I really do not do this. Ever. It has been years. I have not thought about it with anyone until today. Until I found myself in the men's room with you. I thought what if you had been going to the bathroom and I had caught you. I know it seems like I am some kind of woman who..."

He leaned over a smothered her words with his lips and then his tongue. His fingers undid the buttons on her blouse slowly, one after another as she slid her tongue into his mouth. His hand slid under her bra and his breath quickened as he felt her nipples become hard... He barely heard her words...

"...does this all the time but..."

"No you don't. Not at all." However, he leaned up and looked into her eyes smiling, "You were wrong about the men's room."

"And you bought me lunch." She whispered.

"And you dawdled, waiting for me. " He teased.

She said up protesting, "I didn't dawdle it was a busy afternoon. It was packed."

He leaned close, moving his arms behind her, muffling her voice in his shirt. But not for long as she slid it off his shoulders and his t-shirt over his head.

"You were waiting for me." He spoke this into her hair and it sent shivers down her back. She looked up at him seriously.

"You took too long to come."

He smiled at her. "Sometimes things take a while, and it is best." She smiled at his joke. Coming... an image flashed into her mind of his cock ...coming. She felt her breathe catch and a tingle between her legs. He was bending down then, slowly lifting his hands under her skirt and pulled her panties and her skirt down her legs with one long slow effort. 

She lay there trembling slightly. She felt the moisture between her legs. He stood above her looking at her naked on the bed. His eyes took in the swell of her breasts, her brown nipples were erect over the small rounded stomach and down to the brown hair and he saw the dewy glistening. 

She looked up at him watching her. His eyes quiet. A flicker of worry moved across her eyes.

He saw the uncertainty, the shyness. All of a sudden he saw the fright as though she wished to cover up. 

He thought, 'What is this craziness. She is so beautiful.

So he said it out loud, "Beautiful."

As his hand began to move down her shoulder and touch the tip of her breast, circling the nipple.

"So beautiful." He whispered. He thought her smile was so pretty he kissed her lips.

"Beautiful." 

His lips tugged gently on her breast. 

"Beautiful." He whispered.

His lips trailed down to her mound and his words whispered cool air on her hot smushy wet pussy.

"Beautiful."

He looked up at her and her eyes were wide and teary. Her eyes held the tension of arousal,

He leaned down and kissed the puffy lips of her pussy. He licked one side and then the other. Her scented moisture slid on his tongue.

He smelled the aroma. He slid his hands down her thighs and pushed them wider.

It had been a while for him as well. He ran his fingers down the slit and pushed them between the lips into the sloppy velvet.

Leaning down he kissed her gently and then moved his tongue up and felt the hard nub. He swirled his tongue over it and heard her sharp intake of breath.

He slipped his finger deep into her pussy, deep into the warm wetness and she moved into him as he placed his teeth gently around her tiny hardness.

And then he felt her move back and pull him next to her. She moved to her knees and in a long excruciating moment she pulled his slacks and underwear down. She moved up his legs caressing his knees, running her hands up his thighs, touching his balls, lightly, running the palm of her hand over his hardening cock. She moved over him laying her cheek against his belly she moved over him like a cat, running her face, her breasts up his belly to his chest, holding her head above his, she lowered her mouth to his, their tongues entwined and then her tongue traced down his chest, down his belly and paused on the tip of his cock. It jerked and moved twitching toward her and she smiled and looking deeply into his eyes, she encircled the tip, wetting it with her tongue, sliding down his shaft. She stopped at his balls. She took one deeply into her mouth, caressing it, with her tongue and then moving to the other, holding each one lovingly and then licking in the middle, strong and steady up to the tip.

Then she stopped and looked at him. She looked at him steadily as if she had suddenly realized everything she had just done and didn't know what to do next, didn't know what to think of herself.

At first he was a little uncertain, this was not going to end here. Not this way? He feared for a second and then he noted her eyes, watching, waiting. He realized it was time to slow down for a moment. She cat walked to him and lay beside him. He realized in that moment she was not unsure that she wanted him, she was unsure of his reaction. She needed him to be sure of her.

She touched him gently while he watched her. His hand slid up to her face and behind her head.

He held her there for a minute. Smiling at her. Just smiling. His other hand travelled up as well touching her face, her lips and then he pulled. Slowly and gently her pulled her to him, wound his hands around her and rolled on top, looking deeply in her eyes he said, "You are beautiful."

"So are you." She whispered. "So beautiful. So unexpected. I..." her words trailed off.

"Do you wish to stop?" He asked and added "We stop whenever you wish."

"No." She smiled and then laughed and said, "No, that's the last thing I want."

The words were barely out of her mouth when his leg moved on its own to the inside of hers, opening her. One leg over hers, the others pushing her open.

He looked at her pussy. His cock leaped. His hand brushed over her breast and played her nipple. His mouth moved over to the other. One leg rubbed the inside of her thigh

She whispered, "Please"

He lifted his head and smiled into her eyes kissing her lips.

"Please what?" He teased.

She smiled, "Please. Please come ... inside."

She said it as simply as someone inviting you in for a dinner, a meal or out of the cold. Then she wrapped her arms around him with a soft begging look in her eyes a wanting, an opening waiting and he moved in one quick move. He slipped deeply inside her and waited.

Her eyes fluttered and looked straight at his. She moved to him pulling him deeper and then back.

He moved again harder. Her legs curled around him. Her arms too. Until she surrounded his body as her pussy held his cock.

He moved again. And again. She moved with him, pulling him closer. They moved that way crashing like water against rocks. Her fingers curled and she moaned and as she moaned his mouth covered hers

And they moaned together as their pleasures crashed them closer.

And they came hard and long. He exhaled a loud sigh and she moaned and shuddered with her orgasm. The spasms continued for a little while and when she was calm, they slid apart, he wrapped his arms around her as he rolled to the side and pulled her close.

She held him close and then shyly.

When he saw the shyness, he reached over and pulled the coverlet over them and kissed her cheek, reached over and turned off the light.

He kissed her again and she kissed him as well.

He said, "Stay here for a while."

They were quiet and then they slept.

At some time in the night, she slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. As she stood at the sink he entered and smiled at her. His hair was a little messy and hers a little awry. They were both a little uncertain. He walked to the toilet and she looked a little embarrassed. He smiled at her.

"Sometimes people say 'we've got to stop meeting like this 'however, I am feeling quite the opposite."

She smiled and leaned over to wash her face. He turned on the shower. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?" He offered.

Her eyes lit up. She put her arm into the shower and they both stepped in. He washed her hair and she washed his back, his stomach and then with gentle hands his hardening cock and balls. They of course responded happily.

He washed her as well, and noted she responded as well. More soap went over her breasts, lots of it and they were soon quite slippery. Bending the shower down, he moved behind her and slipped in quickly. He heard her sharp intake of breath and moved his hands to her breasts and she moved against him. It was quick and to the point as she backed into him and he moved into her, she moaned again and his hand began playing quickly, pulling her labia running over her clit and as he came she turned quickly to him putting her legs around him holding him tightly as she shuddered against him.

The water rushed over them as she calmed. He reached for towels, she twining one around him and wrapping herself as he toweled her hair and then holding his arms around her slipped her into the bed, under the covers.

She looked at the clock: 2 a.m. and realized she had to be at the shop early. She turned to him, "I have no clothes here."

He smiled. And rolled over saying sleepily, "You don't need any here."

"There's tomorrow."

"Yes. " He nodded and touched her cheek. "Yes there's tomorrow. You might not need any then either."

She smiled and rolled over and he snuggled up behind her wrapping his arms around her chest and they slept together.

At first light, she softly detangled from him and rose quietly. She picked up her clothes and slipped quietly into the bathroom. Dressing quickly, she tiptoed out of the room without looking back, and as she pulled the door closed, it stopped. He was standing beside her fully dressed. New clothes.

"I thought you were sleeping." 

"Not any more. Now I am walking you home. By the way, where is home?" He asked as they walked through the lobby and out the door. She smiled saying little in the quiet early morning city street and walked to her shop. 

He thought perhaps she did not trust him yet, he thought perhaps he had misunderstood her, and asked cautiously, "Do you have a change of clothes here?"

She smiled. "I'll show you."

She pulled him to the back of shop and up the steps. There was a green door she unlocked as she explained. "I own this building. I rent two apartments upstairs, but this one is mine. It's a little messy."

It was a little messy, the living room had boxes, the dining room table had a computer and paper and the kitchen off to the side had a coffee pot with yesterday's coffee in it, and a mug on the counter. It was cluttered, but clean, just a busy work place.

"Go get dressed. I can make breakfast. "

She looked alarmed, embarrassed. "Please, no." 

He frowned at her. "Coffee", he insisted. "How are you going to work without eating?"

She shrugged, smiled and scooted. He made the coffee, looked in the refrigerator and the cupboards. There was one container of soup. No eggs. No other food. Just soup. He picked up his phone. When she walked in he finished the call.

"I just ordered room service."

She laughed. She continued to laugh, a musical sound, as their steps crunched in the snowy sidewalk, one hand in each other's, and the other holding hot mugs of coffee.



Mistake of a Lifetime



He's stalking me. Rachel realized with a start as she looked out onto the crowded dance floor. She knew exactly who it was, because she'd seen his face all day. He was beautiful, too beautiful to be an assassin though apparently no one had ever given him the memo. He was over six feet tall, with a thick pelt of wavy blonde hair and a chiseled face that screamed passion. His full lips were set into a neutral frown and had been the entire day. He was good looking and she knew he'd been struggling to be non-descript and forgettable. Too bad for him. 

He'd followed her everywhere that day, and vaguely she thought back and realized she'd seen him earlier in the week too. Definitely an assassin. He was good at it, always staying far enough back to not look like he was hunting her, but close enough to be within reach. She supposed if she wasn't hypersensitive, like all vampires, she'd have never kept track. But now, on this Friday night as she hunted her next feeding, she knew the game was on. 

She sat at the club, making no movement to leave the private booth she was in except to hand the waitress another stack of cash every hour or so. She waited until his purposely bland visage began to show strain and annoyance, then she stood up quickly and disappeared. She knew he'd lose track of her as she stepped behind a group of frat boys and he did and she managed to leave the club and retrieve her car from the valet before his pretty face appeared outside. She watched his face as she drove away and giggled at the suspicious fury there. 

Oh, he's good. He managed to retrieve his car from the valet and catch up to her without drawing too much attention to himself, and she found herself varying her speed. He'd match it, but was scrambling when she sped away. Her flashy Mercedes AMG had a lot to do with that, and as they got closer to her mansion she took a quick sideroad and laughed when his rental darted past the turn. 

Rachel managed to get to her mansion well before the assassin did, and she left the car sitting prominently out front. She knew he'd jump the gates and have to enter her property by foot, thanks to the high walls and heavy gates, so she buried herself in what shadows she could manage on the far side of the home. The bright, full moon made that more difficult than she expected, but she managed. 

He surprised her by coming from the rear of the house, staying neatly to the shadows. He was definitely human, and she knew who sent him. That silly bastard. A local Mafioso type had been warned in no uncertain terms that she would not, in fact, sell a piece of property downtown that she owned. He then torched it, not that she cared because the insurance covered it, but when he had come around the day after the fire and expressed his condolences, she'd physically thrown him out of her office. It was one of the rare times she'd let her vampire strength show, and she supposed it was heavy handed but obviously quite effective, if the assassin's presence was any indication. 

He had pulled a ski mask down over his head, covering that glorious mane of hair, and he crept carefully through the yard, his small silenced pistol drawn and ready. She considered her plan of attack. He was broad shouldered and muscular, and he carried himself with a certain springy grace that told her he was a fighter. Which discipline, she didn't know or care, but she assumed it'd make things a lot harder. So she waited patiently in her spot until he almost silently moved past her, and then she leapt out. 

She wasn't completely surprised when he heard her movement and spun, but she was surprised when he didn't reflexively shoot. She landed hard across his back, wrapping her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck, putting him into a solid sleeper hold. Her assumptions on his fighting skills were correct and he barely managed to slide a hand into the crook of her elbow before her grip locked. Her fangs popped out and she growled savagely in his ear. 

"Who sent you?" Trick question, but he didn't know that. Her growl was known to make grown men quiver but this stud had no obvious reaction of fear. Instead, he lifted the gun and fired towards where he assumed her head was, and she felt her excitement grow when she had to dodge the muzzle. She let him get off two rounds before she snatched the gun from his hands, tearing his glove off in the process. He gasped, and then she was surprised when his hand tucked away in her elbow yanked at her arm and she went flying. 

Artfully she landed on her feet and turned to face him, but he had disappeared. Faintly she heard light footsteps on the gravel drive and she knew he was escaping his botched job. She was still hungry, however, and she bolted after him. 

For a human, he was fast, and he was just barely within reach of leaping onto the high wall when she caught him again. She slammed him hard into the solid wall then flipped him back into the yard. 

"Fuck!" His fear betrayed him and he stumbled to the ground to land on his face. She went after him, her fangs completely extended and her mouth open in a savage snarl. She snatched him over, and as his eyes locked with hers several bullets ripped through her chest. The noise was loud in her sensitive ears and she was thrown off-balance by the sudden shock. With a small cry she fell to the ground, her body beginning to heal already. It was precious time lost, because as she attempted to recover he had scrambled to his feet and was already at the top of the wall. 

She hated getting shot. Not that anyone liked it, to be sure. It wasn't a pleasant experience, especially when the shots were at close range. Bullets tore and tumbled and exploded and it made her powerful flesh work that much harder to recover. It also hurt, and though she'd been through plenty of pain, it wasn't something she actively sought out. And so as she fought to get to her feet and trotted after him, she swore this was one human who wouldn't get away. 

Rachel managed to leap to the top of the wall just as the assassin drove by. Their eyes locked again and he punched the accelerator harder. She didn't bother looking for a tag, it wouldn't lead back to him. Instead she dropped back down to the ground, crumpling into a pile and gasping for air as she healed. She was incredibly furious. Who was this human, this assassin that had gotten the better of her? Were her skills lacking, was she so out of practice that a mere mortal could best her? Or was he just that good? It was something to ponder, and once she felt strong enough she stood up and slowly wandered to her car. He was a loose end that she needed to tie up. 

As she headed back into the city, she was deep in thought. She followed the faint trace of his scent, admiring how his adrenaline smelled delicious. Maybe it was his deodorant, maybe it was his cologne, but it had mixed with his natural smell and her mouth watered. Other parts of her were also engaged, but she ignored those parts. She'd find someone else to fuck after she handled this situation. 

Kimber slammed the door to the ridiculous little motel room he was staying in and let loose with a string of profanities. His tirade ended in a sob and he sat down quickly on the bed and rested his head in his hands. All he could think about was his little sister and the terror in her pretty face when Mauricio had snatched her away. This was supposed to be the job that got Katie away from him and off the streets, and instead it had turned into an epic nightmare. 

What the fuck was that? What was she on? His target had been a petite, delicate framed woman with blonde hair down to her ass. It seemed simple enough to follow her around, learn her habits, then sneak himself into that big mansion on the hill she owned and put two in the back of her head. He didn't like killing women, but he'd do anything for his baby sister. She was all he had left of his awful childhood, they were both products of drug addled parents and he needed her to be okay. The terrible things he knew the family would do to her if they found out he'd failed made him violently nauseous and he scrambled for the bathroom. 

As he wiped his mouth, he heard the cheap prepaid cell phone ringing in the other room and he scrambled for it. Apparently it had been ringing while the water was on and it went to voicemail before he could answer. He recognized the number immediately and screamed as he punched the headboard. "Fuck!" It had been his employer, and he knew that by not checking in as he was supposed to, they were assuming he failed. 

"Shit!" He struggled to avoid completely losing his mind and flipped the phone open to dial. The power to the building was suddenly cut and he stared at the lit phone in darkness. A feeling crept over him and he snatched up his spare pistol from the bed where he'd set it, quickly fishing the silencer from his pocket. As he swiftly screwed it into place, he peeked out of the window and saw the shiny silver Mercedes outside and it surprised him. What's she doing here? 

He didn't have much time to ponder it, because the door suddenly shattered open and she stood in the doorway. Reflexively he fired, struggling to track her movements like he normally did. She moved so fast, she had to be on something, and he braced himself even as he fired for her to jump at him. She did, and he caught her before throwing her down on the bed. He growled when she snatched the pistol out of his hands in the process, before landing with a bounce on the bed. She artfully leapt off, pistol in her obviously very capable hands, but she didn't draw on him. 

"Who are you?" 

Her voice was beautiful, if a little rusty, but deep and it didn't match her appearance. Kimber stared at her in confusion, bracing himself. 

"Why are you asking?" He was proud that he sounded calm. 

She smiled, her teeth beautifully white in the emergency lights that had finally kicked on. There was no trace of what he was sure had been fangs earlier and she looked at him with amusement. "I'm asking because I want to know how you came to be so skilled, and why you're coming after me." 

"You do know that's not how assassin hits work, right? Someone pays someone else who is talented in the art of murder to kill someone, and the target never finds out who wanted them dead." 

His voice was dry, if mildly fearful, but she sensed he had bigger problems than her. Rachel was even more intrigued by this human. "I do know how it works, but I also know how my life works. You are not the first person sent to kill me or the first person who has tried to kill me, and you won't be the last in either case. Normally I viciously torture the assassins before killing them slowly, but I've always had a thing for humans who could kick my ass. Now, I'll ask again before I get violent. Who sent you, and who are you?" 

He studied her face, his mind in a whirl. He knew Mauricio's men weren't far away, especially if he missed the confirmation call. He didn't have time to argue with this woman and maybe if he placated her, he could escape and still manage to save Katie. 

"My name is Kimber Johnson, and Mauricio sent me. He's apparently very angry about the threat you made against him, and he really wants that building downtown, for whatever reason." 

She looked at him quizzically. "Kimber? What, were they expecting you to be a girl?" 

He glared and crossed his arms over his chest. "No. They liked the brand of gun." 

On a whim Rachel looked down at the battered, compact .45 she held in her hand and sure enough, it was a Kimber. "Huh. Why are you working for Mauricio?" 

"Why does anyone work for anyone? They need cash." 

His shuttered expression was a neat trick, but she knew better. "People don't usually join up with the mob because they need a job. With your skills and looks, you could be fighting in UFC or modeling. So cut the shit and tell me the truth." 

He knew they were running out of time and it made him fidget with nervous energy. "I've always worked for the mob, since I was 14. I grew up fighting, got into a few gyms to hone my skills, but I preferred this line of work. I'm working for Mauricio because he snatched my baby sister. Killing you was supposed to win her freedom." 

His tone had started out tough, but as soon as he spoke of his sister, a gentleness and sorrow came into his voice and Rachel knew she was a sucker. She stared hard at him before a pair of cars pulled into the parking lot. Kimber's eyes grew wide and he snuck a quick peek out of the window. "Shit, that's them." He'd recognize those large, classic Cadillacs anywhere, as well as the four men in suits who stepped out of them. Panic rose up in his chest and he struggled. 

"Look, we gotta get out of here. Mauricio sent a handful of men to kill me, and then he's going to whore out my sister and do God knows whatever else." He was babbling and knew it and couldn't care. She was looking at him with a surprised, wary expression and he took a step towards her. 

"Help me get my sister, and I won't even care what you do. I just need to get Katie away from the mob." 

Rachel couldn't believe her ears, but sure enough, it was her voice saying those words. "All right, fine, keep your pants on." She paused, made sure she'd really said it, then nodded sagely. "And get down. Maybe cover your eyes. This is going to get kind of messy." 

She didn't watch him to make sure he complied, as it wasn't her top priority. She simply shot out the couple of dim emergency lights in the room and dropped the gun next to him, then stood against the wall across from the door in the shadows. Her fangs extended and her claws lengthened and she waited for them to creep closer. 

Kimber did duck, as suggested, and he picked up the gun she dropped near him, but he didn't hide his face. He instead watched in horror as the nails on her hands suddenly grew, turning into downright vicious, cat-like claws. The men ducked inside and everything happened so quickly he wasn't completely sure it had happened. Limbs were detached, arterial blood sprayed, and within moments the four hulks were spread out around the room. Well, three of them at least. The fourth she held in her hands, her head buried against his neck and he twitched weakly until she dropped him to the floor in a saggy heap. She turned to him and in the faint light from outside he saw bloody fangs and a gory mouth. Her eyes burned into his for a second, then she disappeared to the bathroom and he heard water running. 

She came out, having cleaned up, and extended a hand to him. "Let's go." Her nails were back to normal, if a little ragged as if they'd recently been filed down for acrylics, but otherwise safe to touch. Kimber stared at the hand, still a little in shock. 

"Look, we can talk about what you just saw in the car. We need to get the fuck out of here. Grab what you need and let's go, or I'll leave you here for the cops." 

Her tone was rough and he jumped up, snatching up the bag he always kept ready and tossing a few pieces of gear into another bag. He followed her downstairs, where she opened the passenger door for him. He paused for a brief second before sliding inside and settling on the expensive leather, tucking his stuff at his feet. She got in, started the car, and as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road several cop cars were pulling in from the opposite direction. 

"Who and what are you?" 

"You didn't wait long. We're barely a mile from the motel." Her voice was amused and he struggled to not take offense. 

"Yeah, well, I just watched a woman barely bigger than my dick take down guys three times her size. Oh, and I also watched you drink the blood of one of them, with your fangs and nails and whatever. I'm a little fucking freaked out and some answers would be fucking great right now." 

He wanted a cigarette, desperately, but didn't dare smoke in this car. It was worth more than he made in a year, or maybe had made in his entire life. His hands shook and he clenched them into fists against his thighs, taking deep breaths to soothe his nerves. 

"My name is Rachel. You can relax, I'm not going to kill you." She steadied the wheel on her knees and fumbled in the center console. He was surprised when she pulled out a pack of Camels, even more shocked when she offered him one after taking one for herself. With a gentle flick, she cracked the windows and lit her own smoke before handing him the lighter. 

At his startled expression she smiled and took a drag. "I'm vampire. I'm not exactly going to die from lung cancer, and I get the car detailed often enough to keep it clean, not that I chain smoke anyway." 

Kimber hated how his hands shook, even two puffs into the cig. "I don't understand. You were in sunlight. You hit an Italian restaurant for lunch today. You're supposed to be a fucking fairy tale." 

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Look, forget everything you've ever heard about my kind, assume it was all wrong. Most of it was, and it's wrong on purpose. We had to leak rumors and lies so that we could hide more easily." She inhaled again, holding the smoke in for a moment before slowly exhaling towards the window and he stared in disbelief. 

"So what's the truth?" 

She flashed him a glance before shrugging. "We're just like humans, except stronger and mostly immortal and we have to drink blood to survive." 

"So you're like a parasite." His voice was wavering and he was still incredibly nervous. The adrenaline was still coursing through his body and he dropped hot ashes in his lap. "Shit! Fuck!" 

Rachel swallowed a laugh and tucked the cigarette in the corner of her mouth as she shifted position. "I'm as much of a parasite as humanity. We're all just here, feeding on the planet and taking more than we give. We're an evolution, we think, though maybe there's more to it. Our researchers are less motivated to explore our origins than the human equivalent. We're immortal, we have all the time in the world." 

"Do you have any weaknesses?" He was still shivering and she nodded. 

"We do. You can kill us by beheading, and there's also a handful of ancient poisons that can be acquired, but not usually by humans. You can't really kill us by bleeding us out, and depending on the age and feeding schedule, you may or may not be able to kill us with blunt force trauma. A lot of it, like being smashed between two semis or something. Again, our researchers aren't really driven to discover things about us. I'm going off what I've experienced personally." 

The calmness in her voice soothed him and he took another drag. "So, you've been shot before, then." 

She grinned devilishly at him. "I've been shot in at least 20 different instances, as well as drowned, hung, stabbed, run through, strangled, and numerous other attacks designed to kill me. I've taken a few arrows, too. Those were the real bitch, those arrow heads hurt and the shafts always left splinters. Not that being shot is pleasant. We still feel pain. 'Dying' and returning to life fucking sucks. But it's entirely different to wake up at the bottom of a lake with a rope around your neck and a sack on your head, than it is to be shot a dozen times. I'd rather be in the lake." 

He seemed to take this in stride and he finished his cigarette in silence. Rachel returned to driving, her mind in a whirl. She wasn't sure why she was telling him all of this, or what she was going to do when it was all over. She resolutely ignored the little voice in her head that screamed about arousal and attraction and instead explained it away as being her good deed for the decade. Besides, a man who was taking care of his family was hardly someone worth killing. No, the asshole mob boss would be very much worth killing, and then after Kimber's sister was clear she'd make a decision on her next step. 




Mistake of a Lifetime



She started out of her thoughts when she heard a soft snoring beside her and she looked over. His eyes were closed, his thick, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks and his face was drawn and tense. She assumed he was emotional and more than a little overwhelmed. That was normal, finding out some weird stuff would do that to you, and he obviously loved his little sister. Judging by his tone and sense of urgency, there was some tragic backstory she'd eventually pull out of him. Humans and their attachments. She scoffed, ignoring the screaming little voice in her head. Love and its silly associated feelings and actions were for other people. She was happier without it. 

Kimber jerked awake as they pulled up to Rachel's mansion. "What happened?" 

She gave him a dry glance. "You fell asleep." 

His sleep blurred eyes focused quickly. "Why are we at your mansion? Why aren't we getting my sister?" 

They pulled into the garage. "Because history has taught me not to plunge into a den of people who want me dead without finding out some basic intel first." 

"Yeah, well, while you're getting intel my sister could be on the fucking streets getting raped or jacked up with meth. You're a vampire, what the fuck do you care? They can't kill you." 

His baby blue eyes hardened into chunks of ice and he was furious. Rachel merely nodded calmly. "They probably can't, but they can cause me a serious amount of pain and damage. Why risk my life? Besides, they probably got your sister addicted a long time ago, against her will, and I'd wager she's been sexually violated more than once. Mauricio doesn't strike me as the type to keep his bargains." 

She stepped out of the car, leaving him sitting in horrified silence and he bolted after her. "What do you mean? Do you know something?" He caught up to her and snatched her arm in a bruising grip. She turned, looking at his hand calmly. 

"I've been around long enough to know his type." She flicked her eyes to his, intending to issue a blunt, chilling threat, but at the look of panicky fear in his face her irritation calmed. His obvious concern for his sister tugged at heartstrings she assumed were long gone and she forced a polite smile to her face. 

"I have to make some phone calls. There's more afoot here than you know, and to get you both free and clear I'll need to replace Mauricio with someone else. Please, let go of my arm, and I'll work as quickly as I can." 

Kimber sat in the impressively furnished den, his eyes going over the expensive electronics and high end furnishings. Whoever Rachel was, she had plenty of cash. He felt uneasy with the pricey items around him, was afraid he'd break something, and so he sat with his hands in his lap. She had waved at the small tablet-sized remote when she'd left him here. 

"Just touch the screen and it'll come on, and you can watch tv, or whatever. There's cable, whole spread of stuff. I hope to be done soon, but I can't make that promise." 

He had searched her face for dishonesty and saw none, but he was still uncomfortable with his lack of knowledge. "Then after that, you'll bring me up to speed?" 

He'd caught the shadow that had passed over her face, even if she hid it well with a bright smile. "Of course." And then she'd left. 

Not that he had minded watching her go. She was short but curvy, with an ample butt and stacked chest. Her hair swayed as she walked, the long mass looking thick and heavy against her back. Not that she minds, what with her vampiric strength and all. He was chagrined when his mind turned to sensual thoughts and he fidgeted before reaching for the remote. Maybe he would watch television, after all. 

Rachel hung up the phone and dropped her head into her hands. It had taken an excess of time, but she had managed to get agreement from Augustino. There would be no power void left after Mauricio was gone, instead the Borgias would quietly pick up the territory. The problem was that they couldn't make a move until the following evening as none of the required family members were anywhere near her. She knew Kimber would be upset, and if she was completely honest it bothered her, too. She hadn't been lying when she said she figured Mauricio had already tossed Katie to the wolves, but the longer they waited the more time that rat bastard had to inflict pain and suffering. Her real fear was that Katie would end up sold to a sex slave operation, and she'd disappear into the underbelly of society. That would prove problematic, as it would mean either her increased cooperation with Kimber, or his death. 

She gave a long sigh and pushed away from the desk. It had been the better part of a century since she'd kept a lover. It was against her nature, because she was an affectionate, loving person. But after so many years of pain, and suffering, and loneliness, she decided it was easier to just never love again. She hadn't remained celibate and couldn't imagine a worse fate for a person, and besides, sex made feeding easier and more fun. But she always stopped short of developing real feelings, and while it had been boring it had been less painful and so she managed. 

She had been happy enough in her solitary lifestyle before Kimber came around, but now, being in close proximity with him made emotions and sensations rise up in her chest. It wasn't the fluttery delicacy of love, thankfully. No, she was lusting after him, definitely, and maybe even beginning to like him. She could imagine using him later, as a Warm perhaps, or as her own assassin. He was quite talented and powerful and his skills were going to waste as a mob hitman. Maybe I'll ask Augie to hire him. He'd get better work, at least. 

She froze in the doorway to the living room. Kimber was stretched out over the black leather couch, fast asleep. The sleep was deep enough that his face had relaxed some, and without the lines of tension furrowing his brow he was even more beautiful. A lock of hair had fallen over his cheek, giving him a boyish look and his beefy arms were crossed over his chest. Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat and she stared at him in disbelief. A slow fire started in the pit of her stomach and she felt shaky as she pushed back the lust that had flooded her. 

She padded over to kneel beside him, bracing herself as she shook the couch gently. "Kimber." 

He snapped awake, the muscles in his arms twitching and fear warred with anger in his face until he saw her. 

"What time is it?" 

The steel in his voice impressed her, even if it was gritty from sleep. She checked her watch. 

"A little after three in the morning." She resisted the urge to touch his face, surprised that the urge even existed. Instead, she watched his eyes grow more alert and the worry came back into his face and he sat up. 

"So what's the story? When are we leaving?" It was appreciable how focused he was, but she smiled gently to soften the blow. 

"Tonight, after dark." 

He froze mid-stretch. "Tonight?" 

"My people can't be in place until tonight." 

His blue eyes frosted over and his lips curled into a snarl. "Your people? Fuck your people. While they get their shit together, my fucking sister could be in a box to Singapore." He stood up quickly and began to pace. Rachel nodded and straightened, turning to watch him. 

"I'm aware. That's one reason I have to wait for my people. Mauricio and his type need to be taken out completely, and if we kill him we leave a power vacuum. Someone has to step into it." 

"I don't give a shit. What about Katie?" He was fearful and furious. 

"I have other people looking into her. If she's still here in the city, we'll know by morning, and we'll know if she leaves the country." He was still pacing restlessly and Rachel resented it. It reminded her of her own powerlessness and it sucked. "Kimber, look at me." 

He paused, turning questioning eyes to hers and she moved to stand in front of him. "We're going to get your sister, I promise. Trust me." 

He looked down at her from his much greater height and she saw a tiny sparkle of hope light up in his eyes. Fear and concern buried it almost as soon as it appeared. 

"How can I trust you? You're not even supposed to exist. Your life is nothing like mine. Why do you even care?" 

There were years of heartache and hurt in his words and she heard every bit of it. It sank through her and she considered her response carefully. "I care because I've been there. When I was human, I was a slave, and I was raped repeatedly. Not that it was rape then, because I was property, but I understand what it's like to be owned by someone else, to have no control over your destiny or even your daily life. I have a soft spot for women in similar positions, and your love for your sister is so evident that it inspires me to care more than I should." She smiled suddenly, awkwardly. "Besides, it'll be my good deed for the decade. I can be evil for a while now without guilt." 

Her joke was a cover for the uncomfortable sensation of honesty, and he smiled slightly. It didn't meet his eyes, and he was still extremely apprehensive, but she sensed in that moment a bond had been made. 

"So what do we do in the meantime?" His quiet, husky voice washed over her and she paused. Well, we could go upstairs to my bedroom and fuck until you're exhausted...oh, bother. 

"You look tired, and hungry. Why don't I make you something to eat, and then I'll show you to a bedroom and you can get some rest?" 

Kimber wasn't surprised when his groin twitched at the thought of Rachel in bed. He was positive those glowing green eyes of hers would darken to emerald and those pretty pink lips would pout for him, and he found himself leaning towards her ever so slightly. He caught himself and gave a quick nod. 

"Yeah, that sounds great." 

"So, why, exactly, do you have a full kitchen if you're a vampire and don't eat?" 

He was sitting at the island a few feet away, munching on a pea pod. She'd thrown some veggies and dip at him to keep him occupied as she cooked and she glanced at him with a quizzical expression. 

"Because I do eat, sometimes. Not a lot or very often, but it happens. I can still digest small amounts of food, just not 3 meals a day for weeks. Also, I have to keep some food on hand to keep up appearances should I have any humans over." 

"Does that happen a lot?" He bit into a piece of broccoli with a crunch. 

"Does what happen a lot?" She flicked on the grill burners, admiring the flames. 

"Having humans over." 

She paused and gave him a curious look. "Not usually." She padded over to him and snatched a pea pod from his hand and popped it into her mouth with a smirk before she walked back to the stove. He laughed softly behind her and resumed his grazing. 

"How do you take your steak?" 

His head came up. "Say again?" 

Her lips quirked. "Cow. Beef. A hunk of its flesh. How done do you need it to be?" 

He swallowed, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Medium rare." 

She turned back to the stove and he watched her intently. She moved rather comfortably in the kitchen and he was intrigued. "So when did you learn how to cook?" 

She stepped back as she tossed the meat onto the grill. "Well, I was a kitchen maid, so I started out cooking. But it's something I still occasionally enjoy, even if I don't eat." 

They lapsed into silence until she finished and placed a plate before him. He managed to refrain from looking too impressed, but he was stunned by the delicious looking NY strip she set in front of him. The sautéed spinach smelled richly of butter and lemon, and he dug in with a sigh. 

Rachel picked up her own steak, passing on the spinach, and set it down across the island from him. The maid would handle the dishes the next day and she savored a bite of rich meat. Her steak was much more rare than his and she appreciated the metallic, mineral flavor of animal blood. She was two bites in when she became aware of his curious gaze. She looked up and his eyes were firmly on his plate, though she saw the faintest hint of a blush creep across his neck. She swallowed a smile and returned to her food. 

It didn't take long for his eyes to return to her, and this time she smiled widely. "Yes, Kimber?" She took another bite and looked up, delighted at the obvious red flush across his face and he squirmed on the stool. 

"Nothing. I just...nothing." 

Ridiculous excitement filled her and she sipped at her wine. "If you have questions, go ahead and ask. Humans are naturally very curious. It's one of your kind's more endearing traits. If you cross some line, I'll let you know. I don't have a lot of lines though." 

He took another bite, most of his food gone already, taking the time to collect his thoughts. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." 

She looked at him quizzically and his blush darkened. "I'm sorry for shooting you." 

She laughed, hiding her grin behind her napkin. "I see." 

"I just, I was hired to kill you, and then you jumped out at me, and I was working on instinct and adrenaline. I was trying to escape before you killed me. It wasn't my best moment." His apology was adorable and she felt the lust flood her again before she shook her head casually. 

"Don't worry about it. If it's any consolation, I intended to feed from you before killing you rather slowly." She tucked back into her steak, finishing the last few bites before standing up and taking their now empty plates to the sink. She topped off their wine glasses before tossing the bottle in the trash and taking a seat next to him. 

His baby blues had watched her the entire time and now, as she sat within his reach, they darkened slightly. Faintly she could smell a hint of arousal and she bit back the savage response. It had been a long time since anyone, human or vampire, had affected her on this level. 

"Does it leave a scar, being shot?" His quiet question made her smile again. She leaned back and pulled her shirt up to reveal her pale stomach. 

"Nope. We vampires don't scar from human attacks, and it takes some serious effort from other vampires to leave lasting injuries." The cool air made her skin more sensitive and she sighed when he suddenly reached out with one large hand and brushed his fingertips against her. The sensation sent an electric current through her spine and she shivered slightly. She looked up and his eyes had darkened more, to a stormy blue. They had just eaten, but he looked starving. 

"You're right. Not a single trace of any damage. Same for your back?" His voice was low, almost guttural, as he murmured and Rachel found herself at a crossroads. She could continue this path and risk having sex, getting attached and having her heart broken when he left with his sister. Alternately, she could simply shake her head no and leave it at that, and change the subject. Well, she'd never been one for the easy, simpler path. 

She held his gaze as she slid off the stool and pulled her top off, revealing her black lacy bra. She gathered her hair as she turned and presented herself to him. "No damage. See?" 

She heard the thread of desire turning her voice raspy and she hated it. A strong shiver overtook her when his big hand touched her spine and he flattened his palm on her skin. "I see." 

His voice was deeper, quieter, and she wasn't completely surprised when his hand dropped inside her waistband and snatched her closer. His arms came around her, one beefy forearm across her chest and the other snugged her hips between his legs. His mouth buried at her neck, his lips moving firmly over her skin and she sighed deeply and arched against him. Whoever Kimber was, he was no innocent. 

Kimber felt the lust and greed overtake him as he'd touched her back and he felt like a man possessed as he yanked her against him. He was thankful she was receptive and her willingness stroked the flames in his stomach higher. Her skin was flawless, the color of delicate porcelain with a rosy glow and soft to the touch. He felt her arch into him when his mouth moved over her neck and he struggled against a primal urge he'd never felt. 

Her hands moved through his hair then dropped to grip his hands and she whimpered under his touch. She was restless and she spun in his grasp, pulling his head down to hers and she kissed him. Her own passion was evident in the sweet, honeyed taste of her mouth, but she was much more in control than he was. She nipped at his bottom lip, even as her hands dropped from his head to his waist. She tugged at his shirt and he quickly obliged her by leaning back and yanking it over his head. 

Rachel stopped and watched his muscles rippling. He was gloriously fit, with corded muscles that bunched and smoothed under a softly furred chest. She purred as she drew a fingertip up the veins along the inside of his arm. "Aren't you delicious?" 

The blush returned and he paused, suddenly uncertain. "Is that a compliment?" His awkward grin inflamed her already fiery senses and she smiled, hiding her fangs. 

"Very much so." She didn't know her eyes had darkened to a sparkling emerald, only knew his face relaxed and he slid off the stool to snatch her up against him. His strength was impressive and she rubbed her chest against his. One strong forearm supported her under her buttocks as he ran his other hand up her thighs and encouraged them around his waist. 

She needed no encouragement. She wrapped her legs around him and he headed for a couch, kissing her deeply the entire walk. Her arms held his head close and every step sent new tremors through her body. She was impressed again when he easily sat down with both of them and settled her around him without breaking the kiss. 

Judging by the size of the bulge that had been pressing against her, he was excessively well endowed. Sitting on top of him had brought the solid swell right against her most sensitive areas and she whimpered softly with delight. She was shocked when his large hands enveloped her thighs and ground her against him, and she enjoyed the sensations too much to stop him. Instead, she fumbled at her bra, ripping it from her skin, then cried out when his mouth closed around one pert nipple. The combination of stimulation exceeded her control and she climaxed suddenly. Gasping for air and choking back shouts of pleasure, she clutched dizzily at his shoulders until she collapsed against him. Dimly she wondered if she'd drawn blood with her desperate snatches and she gave herself a second to recover before checking. 

"I'm guessing it was good if you're the first woman who's actually, literally, broken my skin." His voice was amused and husky but it spurred her to sit up. The smell of fresh, rich blood greeted her and her fangs ached. 

"I'm sorry," she replied with a groan when she saw the scores over his smooth, warm skin. "I'll fix it." 

She leaned forward and, hidden from his view, bit her tongue lightly. Her blood mixed with her saliva and slowly, luxuriously, she licked the delicate scratches until they disappeared. A shudder overtook his body as she worked and she felt him throbbing between her legs. Her body responded in kind and once his shoulders were clean she pressed teasing kisses down his chest. His cut physique bunched and smoothed under her mouth, and when her hands dropped to his waist he helped her slide off his pants and boxers. 

Her mouth watered when he sprung free of his clothing. The sculpted muscles continued, his thighs and calves being chiseled to perfection while a perfect V made his hips and groin more obvious than necessary. But the real prize was the thick, long cock that stood proudly and it excited her as much as it intimidated her. Easily ten inches long and as thick as a soda can, Kimber caught her look and blushed slightly. 

"Sorry I'm so big. I'm pretty gentle though," he explained with a sheepish smile and she laughed throatily. 




Mistake of a Lifetime



"I hope not." She dropped to her knees and pressed a kiss to the tip, wrapping both hands around the firm base. She kissed her way down both sides of the shaft, giving her fangs time to retract, and he sighed deeply. He was equally calm when she trailed her tongue up from the bottom to the base and she knew he was forcing control. Controlled lovers had never been her thing so she engulfed the thick tip in her mouth and sucked hard, and finally he reacted. 

He curled around her with a guttural moan, his hips arching into her mouth and she backed off slightly. She let him relax against the couch before doing it again, and this time he arched while one hand buried itself in her hair. She stiffened slightly to see if he'd push down, but he never did. He was content to simply grip a large handful of her hair and watch her work. Why that pleased her so much, she didn't want to know, but she began to hum as she sucked. Her rhythmic motions and wiggling tongue soon had him panting and begging and both of his hands were wrapped up at her head. It was enjoyable to pleasure him, if mildly messy from the gobs of tasty precum he was leaking, but finally she neared her own tipping point and stood up. 

Locking eyes with his, she unfastened her pants and slid them down her thighs. She loved how his eyes traced her every movement hungrily, as if it was something he hadn't seen often enough. His hands came up to grip the flimsy strings of her ridiculously tiny thong and he looked up at her as he dipped his head low. He pressed kisses over her stomach, slowly moving lower and edging the scrap of cloth down with every touch. His roughened fingers were magical on her sensitive skin and she realized she'd missed this, missed the simple pleasures of casual sex. Of being wanted. She shook aside the thoughts when his mouth dipped between her legs and she had to grab his shoulders again to keep from falling. 

His tongue darted out and around her clit and her knees almost buckled. She swallowed a growl, feeling her savagery rising up and she knew her control limits were being rapidly reached. Quickly she pushed him back against the couch, crawling into his lap as he moved, and she had to arch her back very high to clear him. She managed to twitch her hips ever so slowly and the tip of his cock rested against her clit. He gasped, his arms coming up and wrapping around her waist and she teased him for only a moment. Another gentle, minute wiggle had the head positioned firmly at her opening, and she looked down at his face as she began the slow descent. 

She loved how the shock of disbelief warred with his passion. His eyes were beautifully dark and a sheen of sweat highlighted his cheekbones. Her insides stretched to accommodate him and the sensations were incredible. She slowed down to almost no movement at all and he thought she had bottomed out, so he gripped her hips and expected an upward stroke. She laughed softly and gave herself a moment, then carefully, deliberately, sank lower, until he was completely inside. 

She was deliciously full, her insides wrapped tightly around his hardness and she loved every second of it. She shivered with pleasure and leaned close to kiss him gently. He was throbbing inside her and she needed a second to recover, to let her body adjust. His mouth opened to hers eagerly and one of his hands slipped from her hips. She cried out against his lips when that hand found itself between them and his thumb pressed hard against her clit. She managed to not bite him, though she desperately wanted to, and instead leaned back to allow him better access. Compulsively her hips wiggled slightly and she felt her orgasm rushing to break free. 

Something of the surprise must have shown on her face, because she heard him chuckle softly before he began to move his hips against her. The slow, shallow movements were all she needed and she arched hungrily against him as her climax overcame her. Her inner walls flexed and spasmed and she knew she was soaking his lap with her juices. He didn't seem to mind, keeping his thumb pressed against her and holding her through it. He was shaking by the time she came back to earth and she groaned. 

"That's hardly fair, Kimber. I've had two now, and you haven't had any." She looked down at him with a throaty whisper and he grinned as she pushed him against the back of the couch and braced herself against his strong shoulders. She tucked her fingers into her palms so she wouldn't scratch him again and leaned forward, arching her hips high before slamming them down. His mouth closed around one of her nipples and his hands gripped her thighs. She repeated her movements, slowly at first, then more rapidly as her own passion grew. She was shocked at how aroused she was again, how ready she was to join him in orgasm, and she struggled against it. 

She didn't have to struggle for long. The teasing and buildup and the day's stress had taken a toll on Kimber, and it took only a few swift strokes from her before his control dissolved and he bucked into her. His sudden reaction threw her off balance and he steadied her before pounding into her with a growl. The sound of flesh slapping and his throaty rumble satisfied something within her and she braced herself on his shoulders before moving with him. Together they moved rapidly toward release, and his mouth found hers as they crested together. She swallowed his guttural groans, whimpering hungrily until they both collapsed against the couch. 

Rachel felt as if her hips were broken and it was fantastic. The afterglow made everything better, and weakly she tried to sit up straighter to look at him. She saw the look of wonder on his face and it made her smile. 

"You're looking at me as if I'm some sort of magical being." 

He grinned. "You are. That was amazing. Is it always like that?" 

She felt warmth spread across her cheeks and realized she was blushing. "No, it's not. You're very skilled." 

"Aw, shucks ma'am. I just did the best I could with what I had available." He leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder, an unexpectedly intimate gesture and she melted a little inside. Suddenly, she didn't want him to go anywhere after they rescued his sister and the intensity of her feelings shocked her. Instantly she decided that, regardless of what happened later, she would enjoy this night. 

Kimber watched a scattering of emotions flicker across her face with interest. She was so very human and he had to remind himself that she wasn't. Not that it was particularly hard, because all he had to do was remember the pain of the scratches she'd left. Scratches that had now healed after she'd licked them. He had been unexpectedly aroused by that, and it was confusing. Rachel was essentially a complete stranger, but he felt something for her that both excited and baffled him. He'd never felt this close to someone so quickly before, especially not a mark. Yeah you're normally killing fat old white dudes though. I don't think that's comparable. He shot a glance at the ample breasts pressed against him. No, definitely not comparable. 

Rachel saw him glance surreptitiously at her chest and it amused her. She made a move to slide off of him. "Come on, I'll show you were you can clean up." 

His firm hands on her waist stopped her. "You're light, I'll carry you. I assume it's somewhere upstairs?" 

She stared at him hard, his eyes looking curiously into hers, before shrugging. "Yep." 

True to his word, he stood up easily, her limbs wrapping around him, and he carried her upstairs. She made a split decision and directed him to her bedroom. "There." 

Kimber was pretty sure they were heading for the master bedroom, and the room they entered did not disappoint. It was huge, taking up almost one entire side of the house, a suite into itself. He moved through the bedroom, past the enormous closet, and into the richly appointed bathroom. It was all marble and gold fixtures, with a wide double sink facing a tub easily big enough for four people. A shower bigger than most hotel bathrooms dominated a far corner, glass enclosed with several showerheads scattered over the wall and ceiling. He headed for the sink and placed her there, still looking around. 

"I think this bathroom might be larger than some of the apartments I've rented." No, he knew it was bigger, but it felt better to make it a joke than an observation. Her throaty laugh soothed him and he turned back to her to watch her wrap her hair up into a bun with a scrunchie. 

"Yeah, well, when you spend a few hundred years in abject, crushing poverty, under the thumb of abusive assholes, you tend to reward yourself when you can." She edged him aside with a gentle knee before slipping to the floor gracefully and padding to the shower. He leaned against the sink, admiring the soft jiggle of her butt as she walked. 

"How did you get out of it?" 

She adjusted a couple fixtures and water began to pour from a few of the showerheads. She waited to step out before answering. "Get out of what?" She disappeared into a nearby closet. 

"Get out of abject, crushing poverty. You said you were a slave, what happened that you were able to break free?" 

She emerged with a couple large, fluffy towels and she carefully laid them over a towel warmer. She pondered his words and her potential response, suddenly unsure. "I just realized no one has ever asked me that, so I'm not sure how to answer." She held out a hand for him and he stepped forward, engulfing her small hand in his huge mitt, and she led them into the shower. 

As they washed, she regaled him with a mildly edited version of her origin story. "Obviously the biggest advantage I had was being turned into a vampire." She skipped over those more gory details. "But after a while, I determined I was strong enough to escape, so I did. And I started kind of wandering the world. Then I discovered I could steal from humans very easily, and I stopped wandering and instead started chasing a goal. I ended up on a pirate ship after a while, eventually took it over, and then every so often I'd disappear with my riches. I figured out soon that I had to put the literal gold into something, so I started with real estate. Over the years, it all just kind of accumulated, and then I started selling chunks off, and kept working that until the early 19th century. By that point, America had become a force to be reckoned with, and I came over here and started investing. The railroads made me disgustingly wealthy. Oil, too." 

Kimber listened intently, struggling between his interest in her words and his enjoyment of the shower. It had been years since he'd had a shower with this flow strength and this warmth, and after the evening's events he was only too happy to stand under the spray and soak. 

He started when her words stopped and one fingertip traced over his spine. She was gentle but the caress was incredible and he shivered violently. 

"Well, you have my story. What about yours? How did you get into this?" 

He turned, her green eyes luminous and soft and he'd have given her just about anything in that moment. He gave in to a ridiculous impulse and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him in a familiar gesture and he settled them against the wall. Her hair was out of the spray, though it sluiced over their chests and he braced himself on his elbows. He resisted the urge to kiss her, knowing it'd lead down a separate path, and tried to focus. 

"My story is not as interesting as yours." 

She smiled, her hands coming around to bury themselves in his wet hair. "Sure it is. It's something I don't know, and new knowledge is always interesting." 

There was a sparkle of legitimate interest in her eyes and he relented. "I was the son of a pair of good, old fashioned rednecks, complete with meth addictions. I was fourteen when Katie was born, and fifteen when my parents overdosed. I didn't want to go into foster care, and I knew they'd split me and Kate up, so I hit the streets for the biggest dealer locally. He gave us a room, I made enough to keep her fed and in diapers, and then when I was 18 I headed here. The mafia needed an enforcer, and I was what they were looking for, despite being a skinny redneck punk with a baby." 

She hated the hurt that echoed in his voice and she touched his cheek. "You've been taking care of your sister since you were fifteen?" 

He smiled at the awe in her voice and gave a halfhearted shrug. "Yeah. I loved her, molestations run rampant in foster homes, and no one really wanted a teenager with anger issues and a fighting background. No one except the mob, at least, so what else was I to do?" 

She nodded slowly, her thumb stroking his jaw. "It makes sense. I'm just amazed. That's really impressive, Kimber." 

He warmed to her appreciation. "Well, thank you. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, if it meant keeping her out of the Mississippi DFACS. And then, just gradually, I made a name, and started earning enough to start traveling once Katie was about ten. I had been in the gym when I wasn't working, picked up a few underground fights but they never paid the fighters what we earned. Besides, it's kind of hard to look tough when you're already bruised and battered." He smiled dryly and she nodded. 

"A couple years ago, Mauricio sent me out on my first hit. I pulled it off really well, apparently, and that's how I got into this mess. I wanted out and he's not the type of asshole who lets people out. Unfortunately, he's also the highest ranking Bertoli family member, so what he says, goes." He trailed off, his eyes growing hard and Rachel kissed his forehead gently. 

"Kimber, we're going to get her out of there." 

He flicked haunted eyes to hers and nodded shortly. "I know, you promised." He dropped his gaze again and withdrew from her slightly and she studied him curiously for a moment. 

"But you're feeling guilty that you're here, in a nice house, eating a good meal, in enjoyable company while your sister is not." 

He squirmed and stepped back, letting her body slide down his. "Is that some vampire mind-reading trick?" 

She smiled gently and stretched up to kiss him lightly. "No. That comes from years of dealing with people. Come on." She spun the faucets and the flood of water stopped. "Let's dry off and go to bed." 

She slipped past him and wrapped herself in one of the warm towels before tossing him the other one. He watched her as he quickly dried, and she pulled a spare toothbrush from under the sink before pulling her own out and beginning to brush her own teeth. 

"Do vampires get cavities?" He leaned against the sink in amusement and she shook her head before spitting out a mouthful of goo. 

"No, but we do have morning breath and this cuts down on it." 

He was reminded of their earlier excess and he paused before he reached for the spare toothbrush. "What about STDs?" 

She grinned impishly at him over the toothbrush and before she lowered her head to rinse her mouth he swore he saw a glitter of mischief. "No, we're immune to most human afflictions. Condomless sex is a safe deed with us. No pregnancies, either." She finished and padded off to the bedroom, and he brushed his teeth in relieved silence. Obviously he should have thought about that earlier, but he'd been otherwise distracted. No excuse, Kimber. An angry voice inside nagged him and he gritted his teeth around the toothbrush. I'm not slipping up. There's nothing we can do until tomorrow, I'm just making the best of a once in a lifetime experience. 

He left the bathroom to see Rachel already in bed, and his heart leaped when her eyes lit up at the sight of him. She flicked back the comforter and patted the bed beside her. "You're welcome to spend the night in here, if you want. It's a big enough bed for the both of us." 

She wasn't kidding, really. It was a king sized bed, but the ornately carved canopy bedframe made it appear much larger. He padded over and paused beside the empty space. "Is it safe?" He quipped nervously, the excitement gripping him. 

She looked at him questioningly and he nodded at her. "Sleeping beside a vampire. I'm not going to accidentally touch you and wake up to a severed hand, right?" 

She grinned. "I'm making no promises. But yes, you'll be fine. I probably won't sleep, to be honest. We don't need a lot of it in the first place and feeding tonight has energized me. There are several guest rooms if you're more comfortable in one of them, though." 

He shook his head and climbed into bed beside her, relaxing against the thick pillows. "So if you're not going to sleep, what are you going to do?" 

She scooted down and stretched out next to him, close enough to feel her warmth but not close enough to touch. His skin prickled in response and he had to struggle to pay attention to her answer. 

"I might catch up on my reading. Maybe a light, short doze, definitely some meditation." She paused and looked at him with a bland expression. "Maybe I'll just stare at you as you sleep." 

Kimber couldn't help the laugh that erupted and he dipped his head. "Yeah, have fun with that." 

She grinned at his mirth. "I will. Why is that funny?" 

He shrugged. "I don't know, it's just really entertaining to imagine you, a vampire, a mystical being, watching a human sleep." 

"Why?" She was genuinely curious and he shrugged. A yawn split his face and he covered his mouth before snuggling farther under the blankets. 

"Because I'd think you had better things to do than watch some busted up, immoral killer sleep." 

Rachel studied his face with an inscrutable look. His eyes had closed and he looked as though he were already dozing off, and she was reluctant to keep the debate going. Instead she nodded slightly. "I see." 

He didn't speak again and she finally settled herself silently beside him. Her mind was racing with confusion and her heart was uncertain. She felt excited and satisfied and a warmth had built in her chest that was both familiar and strange. She lay there, comfortably, watching him sleep until dawn. 

Kimber awoke with a start, and a quick glance at the bedside clock told him it was much later than he normally rose. 11am? What? He sat upright in the empty bed and his eyes landed on his bag in a chair in a corner of the room. Rachel must have been thoughtful and brought it up for him, and he squirmed with conflicting feelings. And a full bladder. Oof. 

He came out of the bathroom, absently thankful there was a toilet at all in the house of a vampire, and dressed in a pair of sweats with a tank. He heard noises downstairs and he followed them to the massive kitchen-den they'd spent so much time in the night prior. Rachel was sitting on the couch, studying the TV intently, her legs tucked under her. 

"You know that stuff will rot your brain." She didn't turn to look at him, only cocked her head at the news channel. 

"I don't understand what humans see in it. They're obviously overreacting to nothing, and it matters so little to 'the people.' Where's the real information?" 

Kimber grinned at her confusion and sat down, resisting the absurd urge to press a kiss to her cheek. "I don't understand, either. The real information doesn't bring in big ratings, and so everything is overdone. And you're watching Fox News, and that makes it worse." 

She smiled and flicked the channel to ESPN. "They're all pretty bad, to be completely honest. I'm really just mostly amazed that it hasn't changed in a few hundred years. The media as we know it is trying to manipulate the masses, and the masses are too often not smart enough to know better. Sleep well?" 

He nodded. "Like a rock. Kind of hard not to, your bed is exceptionally comfortable." 

She grinned. "Yeah, once I could afford it, I swore I'd never again sleep on a cot on the floor. There's bacon and eggs, if you're hungry." 




Mistake or Maybe Not



I suppose to start I should introduce myself. My name is Olivia; I'm around 5 foot tall, with rather attractive eyes, my best feature in my opinion. The other person in this story is my play partner, Julian. He's a fairly hot guy, just over 6 feet tall, with intense blue eyes. We are both switches and in his case his eyes change in intensity letting me know which side of the line he's feeling of a particular day.

We had planned a weekend together, not in minute detail but sketched out our plans and we were going to enjoy it, even if it killed us. Still being winter it was a bit cold and frosty outside, so staying in seemed like a good option, at least to me, but then I had more lecherous things on my mind, and its these things I plan to tell you about.

Anyway ... I think that's enough about us, and on with the story.

~*~

"Darling; I've missed you so much," He said smiling at her, his smile almost concealing the wicked glint in his eye. With a raised eyebrow she smiled and lowered her head, allowing him to place the collar round her neck. A flush ran from her cheeks down her top to her breast. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his, in acknowledgement of her position. Grabbing her hair tightly in his hands he kissed her hard on the mouth, holding her tight to his body.

She gasped and moaned against his lips; pressing herself against him, rubbing her hips against his. He gently pushed her back and pierced her with the gaze that told her to move. He picked up his play bag and led her to the bedroom, a wicked grin on his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Get undressed my sweet, it's too warm in here for clothes." He watched as she slowly removed every item, noting that as requested she had no panties on. Her vagina was clean shaven, just as he liked it to be. His smile broadened when she stood naked before him, a slight blush on her cheeks and her head bowed low, her eyes fixed on the floor just in front of her.

Out of the play bag he lifted three items which she eyed warily. She had agreed to this weeks before and they had talked about all the possible problems and had come up with reasonable solutions for each.

"Hold out your hands, my pet, and make a fist, there's a good girl," He said soothingly, and she had no choice but to obey. He slipped the mitts over her hands and tied them tightly around her wrists locking them in place, where they would remain for the rest of the day, and probably the night too. Next came the gag, which was again locked in place, though this would not likely remain for as long as the others, it made her completely helpless.

He reached across and pulled on her nipples hard, and though she tried to fend him off, feeling the burning pain she could not. He then tied a rope around her neck and to the cuffs which held them by her sides, making her even more unable to defend herself.

He let his hand trail down her body and as he reached the top of her pelvic her face once again became scarlet, her cheeks burning. He slipped his hands down to her thighs and with a light tap made her spread them. He could see clearly her arousal, her labia swollen with blood and her clitoris peeking out from its hood; she was loving this situation more than she'd care to admit.

"Lets go watch some TV my pet," He could clearly see the disappointment in her eyes. He gently rubbed her clitoris for a moment, before withdrawing his hand and grabbing the ring of her collar, leading her to the living room. She mumbled with frustration through the gag as he pushed her onto the couch; before setting a DVD to play and pulling her close; resting her head on his chest.

~*~

"Please let me cum, I need to cum, please?" her voice pleaded with him, her eyes wide with desperation. He just smiled and continued to tease her, taking her to the edge and stopping letting her cool off a little.

"You will wait until I'm ready to let you," he said with a calm, unwavering tone, his eyes an almost steely blue, making her sink back submissively. As she did so he got up and left her laying on the bed, hands in the mitts and tied so she could not relieve her own frustration, but she knew that would work to her advantage soon enough. Soon enough he would be regretting his actions she thought, an evil grin sneaking over her features.

~*~

"Now its my turn my darling and you may learn to regret your actions yesterday," she said with a smile, looking down at her partner kneeling at her feet, his cock firmly locked in the chastity device he hated so much and she loved with equal vigour.

She then fitted the mitts to his hands and cuffs to his ankles making sure both were fully secure before tying him spread eagle to the bed, where if things went according to plan he'd spend most of the day. He whimpered and squirmed watching her tie him tightly so he was completely immobile.

Slowly she rand her hand over his chest and down his abdomen towards his locked up cock. He whimpered, his need already starting to form but knowing he was trapped and probably about to regret the fact he left her wanting the day before.

She gently teased the edge of his cock, and gripping his balls giving them a quick intense squeeze. Watching his face as she did so, gratifyingly she saw him grit his teeth, his eyes slightly wide with the shock and pain of what she had just done to him.

"You're going to be good today, aren't you boy?" She asked not really expecting an answer, "If you're really good I might let you out of that," she said tapping the chastity device that held him in check, "but if you're bad, you may just have to suffer a night in it." The wicked glint in her eye proved her words to him, making him shudder at the thought of a night of discomfiture after a days play.

She then lifted a hood and slid it into place over his head, leaving an opening at his mouth, in case she wanted to gag him or even use that wonderful mouth of his to gain release, neither of which had been decided upon ... yet. He groaned as the light was suddenly cut off, and he was unable to see what she would do to him next, so all he had was his own imagination to fuel him; which made him squirm even more.

She gently caressed him through the hood, running her hands freely over his body, tweaking his nipples, caressing and pinching his balls, not much but enough to make him jump every time she touched him, knowing his thoughts were running wild.

"I'm going to go have a cup of tea now darling," she said with a smile, "You just stay right here and I'll be back in a bit." Slowly and quietly she raised herself off the bed and left the room, hearing the rustle of the sheets and a groan from him, as well as a whimper; making her smile.

~*~

"Have you been having fun while I was away?" She got no response to her question, she'd left him for about an hour or so, checking on him regularly though he didn't know it. He was obviously horny and the plastic prevented what would in other times be inevitable and he was struggling with that. However her voice had made him jump because he hadn't heard her coming.

She lifted the flogger and, gently at first then with stronger strokes, began to flog him. Nothing was spared, she hit his cock, balls, nipples, chest, thighs and just for the hell of it the soles of his feet. He would whimper or moan with each strike, his hips moving without him even thinking too much about it.

Next she lit a candle letting the wax begin to pool for a while as she lent down and kissed him hard on the mouth, giving gentle teasing bites to his lower lip. "How are you feeling my love," she asked tenderly.

In short, deliberate sentences he replied, "I'm ok just horny." If it could have been seen his face went bright red at having to admit the obvious but he knew that there would be no point in omitting it or lying in that regard. He'd just get found out, she expected complete and utter honesty, as did he in similar situations.

"Good," she purred, "Just the way I like my boy ... needy, it makes you work harder for what you want."

She lifted the candle and with no warning dripped it on his right nipple. He breathed in sharply at the unexpected pain, which quickly dulled to a throb. After a heartbeat or so she did the same on his left nipple, getting the same response from him. She continued at varied intervals to make a path down his stomach stopping just shy of his groin, making him groan with fear and anticipation of where she'd go next.

Though not allowing herself to be too predictable she dripped some on the inside of his knee making him jerk in shock. He had not anticipated it, his reaction told that much, which was what she was aiming for. For the next few minutes she jumped all over his body with the drips of wax before making a direct path up his thighs to his groin, again stopping short.

By now his breaths were coming in short gasps, he loved wax play but not being able to watch and anticipate what would be next was driving him crazy, his cock throbbing inside the device making it hurt a bit with the need for an erection and for release. However he knew neither would be probable in the time to come, though he sincerely hoped he could change her mind on that score.

Gently she lifted the chastity belt, making a clear path for her to his balls. She dripped a few small droplets on there and the surrounding area watching him whimper and squirm from the pain and anticipation of pain that was getting to him so much. Finally she stopped after dripping a single drop just at the base of his cock, which made him almost convulse with the unexpected sensations.

She leaned up and kissed him deeply on the mouth, moaning into it as much as he did. Slowly she raised herself up to straddle his head whispering that if he was a good boy and did a good job, she'd let him remove the wax rather than her.

He could smell the musky smell that he had come to associate with her vagina, and in his head he could see the swollen wet lips awaiting his administrations. Slowly he felt her press herself down on his mouth and he could taste her juices on his lips. He opened his mouth tentatively sticking his tongue out and running it along her wet folds, finding her clitoris and giving it a quick flick, to which he got a gasp of appreciation from her.

This made him smile and his tongue continued its exploration, with him prodding his tongue inside her as deep as he could and lapping at the juices flowing out of her. He continued to go between pleasuring her hole, and flicking, lapping and generally teasing her clitoris closer to orgasm.

He continued to do this over and over until some time later she began to tense and squeeze his tongue whenever it entered her hole. At this point he focused more on her clitoris, murmuring, sending the vibrations along his tongue and lips making her moan harder as she started to cum. He opened his mouth to receive as much of her juice as he could but it still managed to run all over the hood and inside on his face as she rocked back and forth with the intensity of her release.

When she finally had control of herself once more she got off him and wiped the hood and then his face, after removing the hood, with a towel, before wiping herself. "Now you are a good boy aren't you," she smiled down at him, and as promised she released both his hands and removed the mitts to allow him to remove the wax she had poured over him in rather copious amounts.

He looked her in the eye and said, "Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of pleasuring you and making you cum like that." His face held a slight embarrassment but more genuinely pleased that he had pleased her like he had.

~*~

"Please, just take it off for a little while," he begged her. "I wont ask to cum I promise. I just ... please?"

"And you'll want to put it back on ... or will be able to for that matter if I do?" she asked sardonically.

He huffed knowing she was right and there was virtually no chance of it happening. He had teased her like crazy and now she was returning the favour, in the most cruel of ways in his opinion. Women could do without release, it didn't make them blue balled like men but then he'd given her the chance to Dom him and he had made the proverbial bed and now he had to lie in it.

She smiled down at him, knowing what she had planned for just over an hours time, then he'd probably die of either shock or happiness when it occurred, but that was for then and for now she could tease him, as they sat on the couch him still locked up in chastity but for now otherwise free to do as he pleased.