5 comments/ 149658 views/ 26 favorites Dark Room By: domjoly Most Asian families are large and closely knit. Even after moving to the United States, (which we did when I was about 5 years old), we maintained close contact with our uncles and aunts. As time passed, many of them moved here as well which was a great source of relief for my parents – they had always wanted to have their extended family as close to them as possible. Our uncles and aunts got married and had children at different times. My dad married before any one else did among her peers, and as a result, my siblings and I are older than our other cousins. Our families stayed tight and visited each other frequently. There were numerous sleepovers and we always traveled to other cities where our cousins were settled. Being older (and in some cases much older) than our other cousins, my sister and I often had to baby-sit them whenever the elders decided to have an outing of their own, or left us kids in the house together for extended periods of time when they went to work during our family visits. Both my sis and I were in college now, but lived at home. Our house was in suburban Amherst, Mass., and traveling to Tufts University wasn’t a problem at all. Besides, my dad had a teaching job there and he didn’t want us to attend any other university. Since ours was the most affluent family amongst our extended relatives, we often had visitors to our house either asking for help or guests just staying over since they happened to be in the state or somewhere close by. My sis and I never complained about being around children. We had grown up to be responsible kids and had babysat all our teenage years. I always had a special knack for becoming a child among children. Acting way too young for my age, I often played games with them and behaved like I belonged to the age group of the kids I was supposed to be looking after. My sister was the serious one, however. Maybe because she was older and more responsible, or maybe just because she was a girl. Girls tend to be more responsible and mature for their age than guys (although that’s not always the case I am sure). She was also more career-oriented – working towards a law degree. And as for myself? Well, let’s just say my major was undecided at the time. So needless to say that even though she didn’t mind staying at home with the visiting kids and myself, she didn’t really get involved with any games which I played with the kids. I should add that this is not a case in which a sister lusts after her brother secretly and then they have wild sex. My sister and I have always been mature and usually carried ourselves pretty well. Sometimes though a chain of events takes place in ways that people have no control over and as they let the chips fall where they may, things always get how they weren’t supposed to be. This is just one of those stories. One hot summer, my paternal uncle’s family came over to stay at our house for the entire period their children were out of school. This uncle was my dad’s younger brother and was settled somewhere on the West coast. I don’t remember exactly where he was during those days – he moved up and down the gold coast so much I lost track of where his family was at what times. So his wife and 3 kids decided to spend the summer with our family while he traveled to Asia for business. My dad was always out working. My sis and I were home since none of us took any classes during the summer. All of our friends from the university had gone back to their homes and we were stuck with our family. It was almost like we thought of the guests as a welcome vacation from the boredom. My mom and sister would spend time with the lady while I hung out and played with the kids. We played all sorts of games which kids like to play, all in good innocent fun. Hide and seek though was our favorite. Apparently the visiting kids had invented their own version of hide and seek which they called ‘dark room.’ One person had to count to a hundred while the others found places to hide around the house. Then the person had to find those who were hiding before anyone hit them on their back and yelled “caught you!” If they found everyone without being caught in the back, someone else took their place. And if they got “caught”, they had to wait, count again and look for the ones who were hiding. It was pretty exciting, and during the bland summer months, when no one had anything better to do, it was particularly enjoyable. We would crank up all the air conditioners in the house and play dark room. As the name suggests, all lights would have to be turned off, the curtains had to be drawn to close and no windows would be left open. Of course this game was impossible to play while the adults were home. But whenever my mom and the visiting aunt went out, we always played dark room. My sister usually went out with the ladies and I had fun playing the game with the kids. About two weeks before the visitors were about to leave, they decided to visit our other relatives in the area. It was really hot and humid outside and my sister decided to stay home. She wasn’t very fond of visiting our relatives. The only times she actually went out was when the ladies would go shopping and buy her stuff. The kids were happy that they had an extra partner to play ‘dark room’ with but my sister wasn’t really excited about the game. After much convincing, she gave in however, and we all had a good time. This became a sort of a routine. Whenever the adults went out, my sister Nisha would join us for dark room. Obviously we knew our house better than the visiting kids did so we always did great in the game. None of the three kids could ever find me and Nisha. We would hide behind the curtains, crawl under our parents’ bed or sometimes just hide in strategic corners where it was easier to “catch” the kid looking for us. Pretty soon, however, the kids got smarter and they discovered all of our hiding places. As a result, Nisha and I found ourselves to be the hunters more often and we got caught more often too! But I was having none of this. I had to outsmart these little rascals! One day as we were playing the game and the kid Rahul (the 14 year old and the slickest one) was counting to 100, I was having a really hard time finding a viable place to hide. Suddenly an idea struck my head. There was a big wall unit in our living room. It held most of our electronics – our TV, the VCR (that was it as far as hi-fi gadgets went in the late 80s), and a tape deck with some audio cassettes. There was an entrance door right next to it which opened inside the living room, right into the wall unit. “What a perfect place!” I thought to myself. It made total sense. It was an ideal place to “catch” the kid as he was entering the dark room looking for me and no one else had thought of it yet. The only problem was that the space between the door and the unit was really small and I didn’t think I could squeeze in there. Still it was worth a shot. I could hear Rahul count loudly, “81, 82, 83…” With the speed he was counting with, he would be in the room any minute and I would be a dead duck! I had to act fast. Without much thinking, I ran towards the space between the door and the living room. I suddenly remembered my mom kept a folded up rug in that little space which she brought out whenever we had guests over. “Ahh screw the rug, I will just throw it on the floor.” Thinking this, I started to move towards my would-be hiding place. “91, 92, 93, 94…I am almost dooooneee!” screamed Rahul. “Friggin’ kid….” I thought to myself and stumbled towards the space in the dark, finding my way with my hands against the wall. “99, 100!” Rahul yelled, “I am coming inside the dark room to get you all!” I had no time left to take the rug out now. If I threw it on the floor, he would notice it before entering the room and catch me. I had to somehow squeeze myself in the little space with the rug. I had no other choice. I tiptoed towards what I thought was enough space for me and tried to fit myself in. I couldn’t see anything in the dark. Rahul was now getting closer to the door. He had already “captured” Sanjeev, his little brother. Bragging and cheering loudly about his quick first victory, Rahul was now looking for me, Nisha and his other brother and he sounded certain we were all hiding in the living room. “Here I come…” he announced. I hurriedly for the rug. I wanted to flatten it against the wall somehow so I could squeeze in. My hands were about waist high as I stumbled into the space. But I tripped on something and fell forward. “Omph…” I grunted and barreled into what I thought was the rug, to get enough of a grip on it to prevent myself from hitting my head on the wall. Curving my hand upwards, I tried to hold the rug, but felt something really soft. That was no rug! I had broken my fall and was now twisted backward toward the person in the space. What I had hit was not a rolled up rug in the corner of the wall unit! And I didn’t realize it until I felt a soft protruding bubble like object pressing me on my back. Needless to say it was a human being’s boob. It had to be my own sister’s tit! None of the kids were playing with was older than 12 and they were all boys! My hand had accidentally hit exactly on the pussy area of her crotch. The thin Indian pajamas she was wearing did cover the body entirely but were very easily penetrable. My index finger had actually cupped her pussy and being the man that I was, without thinking, I had actually rubbed the lips a little bit before coming to my senses and realizing what I had done! What had amazed me was that she hadn’t moved one bit. She didn’t even try to retract her pussy from where my hand was. Of course a girl’s natural reaction would as follows: 1. move back, and 2. rudely reject the guy’s hand away. And she had done neither. Maybe she was just too shocked by what had happened, or maybe she didn’t consider it such a big deal and just remained calm. “Nah that can’t be,” I remember myself thinking. There is no way she could have ignored a full hand cupping her pussy for a good 5 seconds, rubbing it twice and then moving away nervously. That was just too offensive and too rude for a guy to do to a girl. And on top of that, she was my sister! I had no intention of pinning her in a corner like that and doing what I had done on purpose. It was totally accidental. I moved my hand away immediately. Yes I had moved my hand away for the fear of angering her, but she hadn’t even moved an inch! She hadn’t even retracted her boob which was now pressing hard on my back. I always thought my sister to be kind of asexual, as in nothing sexual affected her (she had never dated). Besides she was my sister and I had never thought of her that way. I had a steady girlfriend in college and a nice and fulfilling relationship with that girl. I didn’t know how my sister could ignore a full hand cupping her pussy and just act normal. Maybe she was just too stunned and just totally wanted to ignore it; pretending it never happened. It would be too embarrassing a subject for her to bring up. How would she word it? “Raj why did you touch me there? Move your hand!” No way. She could never have possibly said it. So I came to a conclusion that she just wanted to pretend it never happened. She figured if she acted like nothing had happened, dismissing it as just accidental contact and changing the subject, everything would be normal. But I was a guy. It’s different for guys. Guys take every little sexual hint to be a big deal. She probably thought if she didn’t move at all and pretended I really hadn’t touched anything private of hers, I would think the same. Maybe she thought if she moved her tit away from my back, I would realize it to be a touching-related move and realize what had happened. But I was not stupid. I knew full well what my hand had cupped happened to be the line of her pussy. She was very bony in her crotch and didn’t have much meat at all. She was a skinny girl. Continuing her aloof act, she whispered, “Raj, is this you? Where is Rahul?” “Oh I am sure he can’t find us here!” I was panting from being all excited and nervous at the same time. “Yeah this is a great hiding place.” She whispered. “What are you doin’ here?!” I whispered strongly. “I always hide here.” She argued. “Didn’t you see me come in?” I was getting frustrated and kind of embarrassed. Her tits were still pricking my back. She was now leaning in to get a better look if the kid was coming in to catch us. “No! Didn’t you see me standing here?” She said. “Of course not. You can’t see anything in this dark!” I replied. “Well, don’t move your head outside or he will catch us.” She said calmly, moving back a little and giving me more space. I backed into her this time. Apparently she had thought of this space first and moved the rug out before she hid there, so there was a little more space in there than I had thought. Her tits weren’t poking me as they were before but they were still touching me. I thanked God my crotch was facing outward or she would certainly feel my hard on. We both were breathing hard but neither said anything. Rahul was now very close and since I was outside, I had to go catch him. “Go! Go!” She urged. I leapt out at Rahul, slapped his back and yelled, “Caught you Rahul!! HAHA!” “Oh My God” Rahul protested with his head down and went back outside the room to count to 100 again. ************************** My sister and I remained normal with each other for a few days. We kept playing dark room with the kids every time the adults went out. Neither of us hid in that corner again. At least I didn’t. And I never saw her coming out of there either. I didn’t want to go back there mainly because Rahul was now aware of it and mostly because I didn’t want the embarrassing situation to happen again. After all, I had inadvertently touched my sister’s private parts. This was no small deal in our conservative household. I am sure she hadn’t forgotten about the incident either. Despite this, our demeanor hadn’t changed at all. We talked to each other normally and behaved just like we always did. We were adults after all and realized that accidents do happen. Finally the last two weeks were over and the guests were leaving the next day. Mom and the guest aunty of ours were out doing some last minute shopping again before they returned to the West coast. Today was the kids’ final chance of playing dark room with us. For some reason Nisha didn’t really want to play today but she accepted when the kids pleaded and begged that they were leaving the next day. Sanjeev counted to 100 and caught us all easily. We were getting slaughtered! The kids caught us no matter where we went. There was no where else to go but back to my trusted corner. This was going to be the last time one of the kids was going to count and try to catch us. The game was going to have to end soon since mom, dad and the lady would be home soon. “Last turn coming up,” I smiled to everyone as Rahul begrudgingly went outside to count to 100. I was laughing inside just waiting to see the look on his face when I caught him from the back the last time. I had thoroughly enjoyed this summer vacation with these kids. We had some good times and I was going to miss them when they left. Little did I know this summer of mine was going to get a lot sweeter. As I heard Rahul count to 100, I moved towards the space between the wall unit and the door. The reader can now probably predict I found Nisha there. That is probably expected, or else I would not be writing this story here. But the strange thing is, that she appeared as oblivious of the fact that I was going to use that corner as my last weapon as I was of the fact that she was going to use it. Stumbling in the dark, feeling the wall with my palms, I got to the edge of the wall unit and felt it around the corner to see if the rug (or Nisha for that matter) was standing there. Feeling nothing and hearing nothing, I leapt in. I had felt wrong. This time she had scrunched herself into as tight a space as possible, squeezing her frail 105-lb frame into a space which didn’t seem to be larger than a few inches wide. As I backed into the space, I felt her hands on my back. “Not you again!” She whispered strongly and tried to push me out. “Ugh! Get out, this is our last chance.” I fought back. “Shhh!” She told me to quiet down. Rahul was now done counting and was now roaming the house searching for his would-be “prisoners”. “Hey I discovered this place first. Leave!” She whispered forcefully. “But I can’t leave now or I’ll be caught.” I pleaded. “Ok Raj,” she calmed down, “But you don’t get to catch him this time though….” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Well, just like last time, I am here first, but this time around I get to “catch” Rahul and not you.” She ordered calmly. “Ok fine.” I agreed. In order to get a head start, my sister was now leaning on my back again, pressing her protruding tits against my back. Feeling those soft little mounds of love on my back, coupled with her heavy breathing onto my neck, my dick was hard as a rock. She also smelled really nice. She probably just had deodorant on, but any smell coming from a girl is a turn on if a girl is that close to a guy - doesn’t matter if she is his own sister! She was now ready to move out of our hiding place. If she tried to squeeze out of this place, there was absolutely no way she wouldn’t feel my prick sticking out of my pants. “Hey move back. There is no room here.” I got frustrated and embarrassed at the same time. “I have to get out when Rahul gets in and it would be easier if I were on the outside.” Nisha said. “You can’t! There is no room!” I urged her to stay back. “Noooo!” She pinched me, “Raj this is my turn!!!” ”Owww.” I half yelped as I tried to whisper. “O-k! Ok! Do whatever you want.” My sis giggled and got ready to move out without being caught by the approaching Rahul. I could have left the space if I wanted to make room for her to get out but I didn’t. I was just too horny. At this point, I probably wanted her to feel my prick. So I stayed in. I had to turn around to move towards the inside of the space as she squeezed out. Turning towards her to get a full rub of her body, I felt her sweet aroma enter my nose as I looked into her eyes for the first time during this whole encounter while she was slipping out. She turned clockwise as I turned counter-clockwise. My cock which was making a tent in my pants rubbed her ass and thighs as she squeezed out. I saw her eyes widen and her pupils dilate in the dark as she gave me a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of her eyes. She knew what it was. She was an adult. She was my older sister! She knew her brother’s rock hard cock was what she had felt rubbing her ass cheeks and thighs while she moved out. This 2 second process felt like eternity. As she was slipping outward to catch Rahul, I moved my arms to give her more space and in doing so, my hands conveniently moved over her firm boobs. She was probably wearing a bra as I felt the hard material beneath her soft Indian shirt. Not moving my hands and pretending to give her space, I let her tits glide across my hands. Nisha had now stopped; probably stunned at how shamelessly I had felt her up completely in these two seconds. I was now inside the space and Nisha was ready to pounce Rahul as he closed in on us. We were both breathing heavily. She hadn’t uttered a word and neither had I. I finally said in a hoarse voice, “N...Nisha.. Rahul is close. Go!” Saying this I pushed her out. And I swear this time the following contact was inadvertent and not done out of my horniness for her at all! While I was trying to push my hands on her back to let her out, I felt my hand get buried deep in the center part of her butt cheeks! Dark Room Antics I am in the darkroom red bulb lit, just about to expose my negatives, when there is a buzz at the door! I sigh and protect my film before letting in the intruder. It’s Jon my gay college mate. I am annoyed and it tells in the body language. I fold my arms across my ample bosom, not that that queen would even notice. He babbles on about me developing some pictures for him. I relock the door and tell him to take a seat; I only have an hour before security will lock us in for the night. I have some fashion pictures to print for a project I am working on towards my final night school exam. I have suited men and breast pooping girls in ridicules sci-fi out fits. I have to print them in colour, they look like a parrot on flight as my eyes go out of focus and once again I here Jons voice. Yes so? “Do you want to do them?” I apologise and concentrate on the film that I have just been offered rights too. Let me get this right? Your friends set up several tripods each loaded with film and trigger buttons? Taking pictures for me to build a photo story out of? Cool! In the darkness of the room Jon and I prepare trays and solutions watching pictures materialise before our eyes. Together we develop and swill the prints hanging them to dry at angles. I watch as different male body parts are exposed. One guy is fit toned and very muscular while the other is slim with narrow hips. I notice that each model does not close their eyes each of them is very alert and aware of the other and look of love or maybe desire is showing. The photo of the kiss is most erotic both men are displaying their tongues reaching out to touch one another no dominance? I am intrigued and a natural curiosity takes over my professionalism as I hurry to see the situation unfold. Next we have a pulled back head shot, Adams apple exposed, and his lover pulling on the hair while biting his earlobe, a look of love on his face. Hurriedly we move along the line watching the story unfold. We looked at pictures of cocks in different stages of arousal. I feel moisture wetting my pants, I shuffle awkwardly, trying to hide my aroused state from Jon but he looks sheepish too. I break the ice “good pics eh sweetie?” We both laugh and the atmosphere is broken and we continue. As the prints dry we place them in order, it’s like a photo love magazine but better, I have never seen a man swallow so deep before, I would so love to be a fly on their wall. Only to hear them enjoying each other, sucking and slurping on cock licking each others bollocks. Next shot is of a condom wrapper, it amuses me to see their display of safe sex but I approve. One guy rips it open with his teeth them pokes his tongue into the un-lubricated side and rolls it down over the others erection with his soft mouth. The head is swollen and his sack looks hard with cum. To my surprise they don’t fuck right away both partners wear a condom. My curiosity is heightened even more as the next picture will explain. It his huge, a life like double ended vibrator, a helmet at both ends! The guys sit on the carpeted floor and crossed legged insert a jellied end into each others arse holes. Remember this scene unfolds slowly picture by picture, together Jon and I watch the dildo swallowed by each respective arse until they meet in the middle about 6inches a piece. Facing each other and visibly fucking the tension and strain showing on their faces and the tightness of thighs and wetness of slick latex covered cocks. It is then I wonder about the necessity for protection? Neither male appears to be ready to ejaculate in the other? I frown at Jon and he just smiles. “Think about it” he says. Being a novice to gay activities, although I admit my imagination does run wild; I have never experienced such games. The last and final picture clarifies my suspicions; the condoms are not for protection at all! But merely a vessel in which to measure each others own desire and need for the other! And believe me both condoms were full and hanging. Dark Room Fantasy Based on a true story. When my best friend (who I hadn't met in real life) asked me to come over and meet her in a pitch black room... I was letting my Venus2000 stroke me slowly all the time I was reading this story, and afterwards I recorded what happened when I continued having fun. And that will be uploaded too =) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (28 min/mp3) * * * * * Dark Rose He woke up slowly, His mind cloudy. Confusion kicking in as he took in his surroundings. He was not in his bed room, nor any other room in his house. This room was unfamiliar to him. As he took in his surroundings, he replayed his last memories in his head. He was at a bar having a couple drinks. Feeling unsocial he chose a bar which he had never been to before. It was nothing special, Dark, smoky, a couple of pool tables and a juke box. The important thing is nobody here knew him. He didn't want to talk, he didn't even want to listen. He just wanted to drink.. drink and forget. Not anything specific mind you. He didn't lose his job or have a run in bad luck. He hadn't committed or witnessed any crime, or lost a loved one. For him, the world was just starting to be pointless. Every night he would watch the news, seeing some kind of tragic event or violent act. And every day on the streets he would see everything the news didn't mention. Life had become one big repetitive loop of misery, greed, or violence. Its not that he wanted to die. He just wanted to feel again, to go back to a time where he was happy.. there was such a time wasn't there? Everyone was happy at some point in their life weren't they? If he couldn't feel again, then he would forget. Music was playing from the juke box, people enjoyed playing pool. He went and sat in a booth as far as he could from everyone. Ordering 1 beer after another, he drank and waited. On his fifth beer he still couldn't quite figure out what it was he was waiting for. Then he noticed her... She was watching him from across the bar. He couldn't quite make out every detail, but some how he knew she was beautiful. Her eyes.. the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. And then darkness.. Looking around the room for any indication of how he got here, or where "Here" was. Taking note that he was still in his clothes except for his shoes, he realized he couldn't move his arms or his legs! "What the Hell" he muttered to himself. His arms and legs were tied to the bed posts, he tested the rope but there was no give. Then she walked into the room... It was her, the woman from the bar. She was more beautiful than he had remembered. She had long silky hair, that seemed to change from brown to red in color. She wore a long black silk robe. Stiletto heels that laced up her ankles to her toned calves. She sat in a chair facing the bed. Sitting in silence. Those blue eyes just watching him, judging him. "Where am I?" he demanded. She lit a cigarette, closing her eyes inhaling slowly.. like the smoke itself was a forgotten memory. "Who are you?" Silence. Those eyes.. those beautiful blue eyes. "I said who are you Damnit!!" His words showing a little more fear then he would have liked. As if a decision had been made, she stood up out of the chair. Putting out her cigarette, she walked silently out of the room. "Wait! Don't leave me here... please." Moments later she walked back into the room carrying a tray. She lay the tray on the nightstand next to him. A bowl of steaming hot water, A sponge, a cup of ice and a knife. His eyes focused on the knife. "oh god.." he muttered. Visions of every horror tale flashing in his mind, of missing kidneys and worse. She looked down on him, a look of amusement by his choice of words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." he blurted out. She smiled at him, as if it was to late for any apologies he could make. Slowly she untied her robe, letting it slip of her body to the floor. His eyes widened as he lay looking up at her naked body. Her skin pale white, as if the sun didn't dare caress her body with its rays. Her body perfect. On her left breast was a tattoo of a Rose. Still silent she climbed on top of him, mounting him so they were face to face. Her blue eyes staring into his. slowly she started a rocking motion on his lap, barely moving but noticeable. She picked up the knife, bringing it to his chest. He held his breath as she slowly cut down the middle of his shirt, than throwing what was left of the shirt to the side. Laying the knife back down she picked up the sponge, putting it into the hot water. Bringing the sponge back out, she started to clean his bare chest. The water was hot.. almost to hot, as she softly rubbed it across his nipples and down his stomach. She took her time, silently washing his whole upper body. His arms, his neck. She even cleaned his nipple rings, giving them a tug once in awhile as she cleaned. He was embarrassed by how hard his nipples were getting. He closed his eyes as she poured hot water down his face and in his hair. Her fingers running through his hair as she continued to rock on his lap slowly. To his surprise her rocking motion was causing his cock to harden. He prayed that she would not notice, but no luck. She glanced down as the bulge in his pants grew hard against her. She stopped rocking on his lap and looked into his eyes again. Oh god I've pissed her off, she's probably going to rip it off and keep it as a trophy he thought. But instead of fury, she moved down his legs slowly. Sitting on his ankles, she slowly started to undo his pants. Not sure whether to be excited or worried all he could think of is how he wasn't wearing anything under his pants. He raised his hips as she pulled his pants down. His cock harder than he can ever remember it being, stood tall and eager. She picked up the sponge again, softly washing his cock and legs. His cock jumped a little to the hot water and her touch. She put the sponge away and picked up a piece of ice. Than ice in hand, she started to stroke his cock slowly. He almost cried out as her hand wrapped around him, the ice rubbing up and down his cock. He was amazed it didn't make it go soft, But after a moment it was the most incredible thing he has ever felt. Her eyes meeting his.. She stroked his cock faster...the ice melting quickly around his cock adding to the pleasure. He couldn't look away, those eyes forcing him to keep contact. He started to pump his hips forward. Her other hand moved to his ass, easing a finger inside him.. slowly finger fucking his ass, as she milked his cock. He no longer cared who she was or where they were. He only cared about this moment, he was getting the most amazing hand job from this woman who was probably going to kill him afterwards. Still silent as she looked into his eyes, stroking his cock.. He let out a growl as his cock erupted in her hand.. cum spraying his chest and dripping down her hand. He was still trying to catch his breath when felt her hot mouth go over his cock. She started licking and sucking his cock and all around. Taking his balls into her mouth as she continued to stroke his cock, keeping him hard. Slowly she started to lick a trail up his stomach, making sure she got every drop of cum. Face to face again she kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He could feel the tip of his cock brushing her pussy. He tried to lift his hips so he could enter her, but she pulled away keeping the same distance away so only the his tip could brush against her. "Please let me feel you.. I need to feel my cock inside you..." he was desperate. Only one thing mattered now. He needed to have sex with this woman.. no not sex.. he needed to fuck her! Without warning she suddenly picked up the knife, holding it to his throat. His eyes widening with fear... She grabbed his head, forcing him to meet her gaze.. he was surprised at how strong she was. With his eyes locked into hers, she lowered herself onto his cock hard!! he closed his eyes the feel of her pussy was amazing. She gripped his jaw hard making him open his eyes, she pressed the knife a little harder against his throat. He understood now, keep eye contact or else!! He pulled on the ropes as she started to grind her pussy onto his cock, bending her head taking his nipple ring in her mouth.. licking and sucking.. pulling on it with her teeth. She started to ride his cock harder and faster. He tried to lean his head forward to lick her nipple, but that just resulted in her pushing the knife harder. He could now feel the blade biting into his skin. For he was not her lover not even a friend, She was taking what she wanted from him whether he was willing or not. He didn't care, this was the most incredible thing that he has ever felt! He was surprised at how excited he was, with the blade biting into his neck.. As she fucked him faster, she pressed the blade harder.. he could now feel a trickle of blood dripping down his neck.. "Decide!" He was shocked for a moment, had she spoken? "What?" he managed to moan. "Decide!!" the blade digging deeper into his neck as she fucked him harder. "Decide what?" the urge to cum rapidly approaching. "Do you truly want to forget??" gripping his hair, pulling his head back as she thrust down on his cock. How did she know? Did he really want to forget? All he knew is, that the moment he Cum's .. he's a dead man. Images started flashing through his head again, but this time they were of happier times.. wine, choc, a smile from a beautiful woman.. all little things but he knew.. Oh god, I'm going to cum.. she gripped his hair tighter as she was almost ready to cum. "No.. I want to remember.. I want to live!" She dropped the knife as she started to grind on his cock hard! Pulling his head back, she bit into his neck deep. She started to cum, her pussy gripping him hard as he erupted inside of her. Her teeth pinning him to her, They came together as her pussy milked his cock dry. He had nothing more to give her.. she kissed him softly as he drifted off to sleep. When he woke back up, he was still at the bar .. no way that could have been a dream he told himself. He ran into the bathroom checking his neck for cut marks.. there were none.. he took off his shirt to check for bruises., still nothing... That's when he saw it... on his right shoulder blade.. clear as day. A Tattoo of a Dark Rose... The End