11 comments/ 168456 views/ 21 favorites Dark Desires By: jmcox261 Miriam had dark desires from time to time but she knew that she shouldn't. The lovely blonde wife had been able to repress those feelings and desires before. She was happily married to her husband, Maurice, for fifteen years and had never strayed before. Before now, that is. It was really her husband's fault, she liked to think. Miriam enjoyed sex but for the past several years, the lovemaking with her husband didn't seem to satisfy the hunger within. She hadn't been sexually active during high school like so many of her friends but she made up for lost time in college by taking several classmates as lovers. Her English professor really put the make on her until she submitted to his dark desires. He liked watching Miriam having sex with one of the black students. Being away in college from her demanding parents made it easier for her to be on the prowl. Even though she was on her own, Miriam was still very naive and ended up married to one of her classmates who was on his way to law school. She worked as an English teacher at the high school in order for them to pay the bills while his was in school and beginning his law practice. It took a number of years for them to finally move up the social ladder and buy that house in the suburbs but those feelings of desire returned when her husband tried to spice up their love life. Maurice came home one evening with several porno movies that he wanted his wife to watch with him. They mildly turned her on but one of them especially caught her eye. It was the classic called, 'Behind the Green Door,' with Marilyn Chambers from the soap detergent commercials. Miriam could tell that her husband enjoyed the video from the erection he was sporting in his pajamas but it was when the African-American actor, Johnny Keyes, showed up that really got her attention. Miriam related to Marilyn as they looked very similar with their body shape and blonde hair. Miriam imagined that it was herself in that sex swing with Johnny Keyes and his proud African cock between her wide spread legs. Sex with her husband was especially pleasing to her that night. Maurice enjoyed the lovemaking with his wife that night and afterwards even asked her which video she enjoyed the most. He was somewhat surprised that her answer was 'Behind the Green Door.' Maurice knew his wife wasn't prejudicial but her parents sure were. Her dad still called them 'Niggers' whenever he saw or talked about a black person. Over the course of several months, Maurice began getting some of the amateur interracial videos instead of the professional ones. Most of these were the ones where the white husband manned the camera and took the video of his wife having sex with a black man. Maurice tried to get the ones where the attractive wife was blonde and had a resemblance to his own wife. While these weren't as slick as the professional interracial porno videos, they seemed much more realistic as well as compelling. Maurice was amazed that the husbands allowed the wife to be with such huge-cocked black men. He considered himself above average in the 'package' department but he couldn't compare to the size that the blacks had swinging between their legs. ******* Miriam was shocked when her husband suggested that she take on a black lover. She said, "Maurice, I love you. You know I wouldn't even think about being with another man." "Miriam," he replied. "You know that's a lie. Several of those videos have made you quite the wildcat in bed. I saw the way that you looked at the Negro studs between the legs of those willing white wives. It's become more than just a fantasy with you." His wife blushed. She had experienced those dark desires for herself. ******* It was several more weeks later after a special dinner out on the town and a couple of glasses of her favorite wine that Maurice brought the subject of a black lover up to his wife again. It must have been the wine as she said she would think about it. He told Miriam about a website that specialized in hooking up well-endowed black men with married white couple looking for the 'black' experience. One afternoon after teaching school, Miriam went to the site her husband had mentioned to her. She was amazed at what she saw. Married white women were actively seeking black lovers with the husband's encouragement and support. There were a number of photo albums on the site that Miriam just couldn't keep herself from opening. Her pulse rate increased as she opened album after album of photos with a number of attractive and several not so attractive white women having sex with well-hung black men. It was hard for her to imagine what those women must feel with those huge black cocks between their widespread legs. Miriam felt the tell-tale tingle between her own thighs and was getting wetter with her own feminine dew. Her slim manicured finger found its way up her dress and down into her dampened panties. Her clitoris was enlarged and very sensitive to her touch as she almost gave herself an orgasm. The lovely blonde wife was breathing hard from the fantasy. Miriam knew that she shouldn't be thinking like this. She loved her husband. ****** Later that week, Maurice announced to Miriam that he had a surprise on Saturday night for her. He told her to dress up extra special as they would go out to dinner and dancing afterwards. This kind of surprised her in and of itself because while she enjoyed dancing, her husband wasn't much of a dancer. Maurice went to play golf with some clients like he normally does on a Saturday morning. Miriam slept in before fixing herself an early lunch of chicken salad. She had to fight to maintain her figure and weight. Each and every year had its toll but she had managed to keep the ravages of time at bay. It was most difficult after having their first child. Little Tommy was now just 'Tom' and was a freshman this year at the University. Her husband had recently turned forty but she was a couple of years away from that benchmark. Her husband had told her that she got prettier every year. While he might think that, it was a hard-fought battle for her to keep her girlish figure through many hours of swimming and playing in a 4.0 ladies doubles tennis league. Now her husband lay snoring in their king-sized bed so that he would be alert this evening. Miriam took a soothing bath and shaved her legs and underarms. She even trimmed her pussy hair so that no stray blonde hairs would peek out from her little lace bikini panties. The lovely blonde wife applied red nail polish to her fingertips and toes. Miriam dried herself and slipped into her tiny black panties. They didn't leave much to the imagination as they had a mesh front which allowed her neatly-trimmed bush to show through. The attractive wife applied only a light makeup as she was a natural beauty. She fixed her should length hair the way her husband liked it with an outward flip at the shoulder. Every woman has a slinky little black number and Miriam was no exception. Hers was form-fitting and showed off her fabulous form to its best advantage. The thin half-demi bra pushed up her cleavage to her husband's delight. He liked to call it her 'Round-up' bra as in 'round'em up and head'em out, rawhide.' The thin spaghetti straps were to make sure that nothing fell out unintentionally. Her designer dress was simple but elegant at the same time. The hem came to mid-thigh which allowed a lot of her trim legs to show. Miriam stepped into a pair of Jimmy Choo 'peep-toe' black high heels which showed her freshly lacquered red toes. She put on the golden serpentine bracelet and matching necklace her husband had given her for their fifteenth wedding anniversary a few years back. Her golden hoop earrings completed her jewelry. While her golden wedding band was the one her husband placed on her finger when they were married, the diamond engagement ring had been upgraded to a brilliant two-carat empire diamond. It sparkled now on her finger. Miriam completed dressing a little before it was time to leave for their dinner reservation at a fancy Italian restaurant in downtown Birmingham. Just before they left, she sprayed some of her favorite perfume, Elizabeth Taylor's White Shoulders, behind each ear and on her slim wrists. Miriam hesitated a moment before spraying some between her breasts and then she wickedly lifted the hem of her dress and sprayed some of the fragrant perfume between her legs to go along with her own natural feminine perfume. Her husband had dressed in tan chinos with a white sport short. A navy blazer made it a little more formal but he was wearing his signature Gucci oxblood loafers. Her husband could still strike an imposing figure of power and wealth when he wanted to. ******* Dinner was lovely and romantic as usual. They finished two bottles of pinot grigio with dinner and then split one Tara Misu between them for dessert. Miriam was enjoying herself even when the young black valet ogled her bare legs a little too long when he was helping her into her husband's new black Mercedes. "We're going to the Zebra Lounge over at the Holiday Inn for dancing," Maurice said as he started the car. Miriam didn't say anything. Maurice pulled the car into the entrance of the downtown Holiday Inn and another valet opened the door for his wife. By this time, Miriam's dress had ridden up her shapely thighs and gave the black attendant quite a show. The black valet could almost she her panties hidden in the darkness between her legs. He could easily see the attractive blonde woman's other womanly charms because the swell of her breast and the cleavage between them made his cock rise to attention in his tight pants. The young black attendant knew why white couples came here to dance at the Zebra Club. He just wished that he had the opportunity to get between her sexy-looking legs even if she was probably old enough to be his mother. The good-looking blonde woman was quite the MILF, a 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck.' ******* Maurice enjoyed having his attractive blonde wife on his arm as he strolled through the entrance of the formerly-grand ballroom to the Zebra Lounge. The demographics of the hotel were such that it was no longer the preferred convention hotel that the new Westin was but it was still stately in all of its old-world elegance. The times had changed and the hotel was now used primarily for the 'swinging' crowd. Heads had turned in the lobby as they went through. Maurice was proud of his wife that she could still turn the heads not only of men but also of women. He wondered if his wife ever had a lesbian relationship, none that he was ever aware of. The Zebra Lounge was fairly large. The lounge had a safari-type theme with several big game trophy heads on the walls. The cute little waitresses were dressed as jungle natives wearing a bikini top and a grass skirt. They were probably local college kids making some extra money that their daddies wouldn't send them. It added to the mystique. Miriam didn't care for the cigarette smoke but she also smell a more pungent aroma that she guessed was marijuana. She had been to enough concerts in her younger like where marijuana was very prevalent but she had never tried any before. There was a small five-piece band playing some slow jazz as several couples swayed to the music on the dance floor. They were guided to a small little booth towards the rear of the nightclub. Miriam's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting as she saw a number of white couples sitting with black men. She became instantly aroused and suspicious at the same time. "What's this all about?" she wondered. Maurice slipped into the booth against the wall so he could look out at the crowd. Miriam sat across from him on the other side of the small table. The cute waitress can by and Maurice ordered a glass of white wine for his wife and a shot of Scotch on the rocks for himself. After a while, Maurice glanced over at the bar where several black men were drinking. They had noticed when Maurice and Miriam came in to the lounge. They couldn't help to as Maurice walked Miriam right past them. Maurice recognized one of the black guys and motioned him over. Miriam looked up and saw a tall Negro talking to her husband. "Miriam, I'd like you to meet Marcus," Maurice said to his wife. "Marcus, this is my wife, Miriam, who I was telling you about." Miriam extended her hand and Marcus took it and kissed her trembling fingertips before sliding into the tight booth next to her. The attractive white wife could feel the lustful heat emanating from the black man sitting next to her. Their thighs touched. "Marcus is from Memphis. He came down for the weekend after I contacted him through www.MWF4BM.com and sent him several of your photos. I got him a room upstairs for the night." Miriam felt a little more than just uncomfortable sitting next to this strange black man. She jumped when she felt his hand on her bare thigh. He kept it there while he produced a baggie from his black silk shirt. There were several hand-rolled cigarettes in the plastic bag or at least she thought they were cigarette. "Want one?" he asked. Maurice answered for them both. "Yes, it might relax my wife a little bit. This is her first time." The black man had to remove his hand from Miriam's thigh so he could light up one of the reefers. Marcus took a deep drag on the funny smelling cigarette before passing it over to Miriam. She tried to imitate what she just saw Marcus do but she just gagged on the acrid smoke. Marcus and Maurice just laughed. "Take it slow, Honey," Marcus whispered in the frightened blonde's ear. Miriam held the marijuana joint between her finely manicured fingertips and slowly inhaled this time. The effect was powerful as well as immediate. Her whole body seemed to relax. She took and drag, this time a little deeper before passing it back to the black man. Marcus took another long drag on the joint before passing it over the table to Maurice. The black hand went back to Miriam's bare thigh. This time his strong black fingers massaged the inside of her firm thigh before moving higher up under her dress. Her left hand went down to stop his further advancement. Marcus and Miriam looked down at her hand on top of his. They could both see the coveted wedding band and diamond ring on her slim finger. Miriam looked over at her husband and he just nodded, "Yes." Miriam took her hand away from his and put it on the table top. Maurice reached over and took her hand in his and squeezed it tenderly. She smiled timidly at her loving husband. Miriam gasped as the searching fingers found her innermost feminine being. The black man was casually stroking her blood-engorged clitoris to erection while her own husband held her hand and was smiling at her. Another slow tune was being played by the band. "Baby, let's dance," is all that Marcus said. The black man took the lovely blonde wife's hand and led Miriam out to the crowded dance floor. She wasn't the only white woman in the arms of a black man while the husbands watched. Maurice watched his lovely wife dancing slowly with Marcus. They danced as one. Miriam's husband was envious of Marcus as he wished that he could dance like that. One of the black arms held her close while the other hand roamed over her firm buttocks. Miriam could feel his huge bulge pushing against her firm tummy. She knew he was at least as large, maybe bigger, as most of the black men in the amateur interracial videos that her husband had been showing her lately. "Let's go up to my room," he whispered into her ear. She trembled in fear of what lay ahead but could only nod her lovely blonde head, "Yes." The dance finished. They came back to the booth. "The honey wants to go up to my room," Marcus said nonchalantly to her husband. "Is this what you want, Maurice?" she whispered hoarsely to her husband. "Yes, but let me go up first," was all that he said. ******* Maurice left to go to the designated room. Miriam and Marcus sat back down in the dark booth. His hand went to her heated loins that were already wet with anticipation. His head went down to her bare white shoulder as he kissed his way up to her waiting red lips. Miriam just about melted in his arms right then and there. She had never been kissed so passionately before. His probing tongue slow danced with hers as his fingers worked their way deep inside her feminine center. Miriam was panting when their lips parted. "It's time, Sugar," he whispered in her ear. "Let's go upstairs." Marcus led the trembling wife back through the hotel's lobby to the elevator. There were the knowing stares coming from the hotel staff. They had seen many white women being led upstairs by black men. While this would be Miriam's first black lover, it would probably not be her last. The black man held the beautiful blonde wife in his arms and unlocked room number 469. He had to laugh at the room number. How apropos? He was going to do more than just '69' this little white honey. Her husband was already inside the room and had a video camera on a tripod pointing towards them as the entered. "Maurice," she said. "We had to talk. Are you really sure that you want me to do this? Will you still love me as much? "Yes, Dear," her husband replied. "I'll love you even more and I promise I won't let him hurt you." Miriam could just nod and smile at her loving husband. She couldn't believe that her black fantasy was about to be fulfilled. Filled with more dark desires than she had bargained for. Marcus closed the door with his foot and locked it all while still locked in an embrace with the beautiful blonde wife. His own cock had been hard and swollen thinking about bedding this attractive white wife. Marcus didn't even mind if her husband filmed them having sex. This wasn't the first white wife that he had fucked while the cuckolded husband watched and filmed them. They usually pulled out their pathetic little white penis and jerked off while watching their wife get boned by a big black cock. Maurice watched in awe as the black man expertly unzipped her dress and let it fall useless on the floor around her trim ankles. The black man quickly undid the bra releasing her beautiful twin orbs. His greedy tongue found one of her erect nipples. He playfully bit down on the tender bud. Miriam yelped in pleasure pain. There would be plenty more pleasure and pain where that came from. The black man turned the lovely blonde wife around so that she now faced her husband. Marcus bent her head backwards towards him so he could still kiss her while one hand massage her bare breasts while the other hand dipped into her panties in search of his target. Miriam moaned into his mouth when his dark fingers found her excited clitoris. Her husband zoomed in to catch the black finger diddling the 'man in the boat.' Miriam's knees felt weak and it was just the strong arms of her soon-to-be-lover that still held her up. They finally broke the kiss and Marcus set Miriam on the edge of the bed. "I want you to go down on me first," the black man whispered in her ear loud enough for the camera to pick up his voice. Miriam didn't understand at first but she was mesmerized as Marcus quickly shucked his clothes. She gasped at the sight of his huge black manhood. It was bigger in real life than any of those interracial porno movies. There is no way that something that large would fit between her own legs. Marcus pointed towards his enormous black cock. "Suck it, Honey," was all he had to say for her to understand what she was expected to do. Maurice got a close-up of his lovely blonde wife reaching up to take the giant black cock into her small hands. The black balls hanging down below were the size of golf balls. He should know as he played golf every weekend. Maurice had penis envy. He certainly wasn't gay but if he was, this would be the cock that he would love to have in his mouth if he could even get it all in. Dark Desires His wife's little pink tongue came out of her red-lipsticked lips and timidly licked the outside of his huge black uncut cockhead. It was jet black against the pale white of her fingers. Miriam had to open her mouth very wife to get her lips around the entire tip of his African manhood. Marcus looked down at the pretty blonde wife and couldn't believe that his forebears were strung up for just whistling at a pretty white woman. Now here he was with his cock in her lovely mouth and soon to be stretching her wonderfully tight blonde pussy. Integration was finally making its way into the bedroom! ****** Marcus didn't want to cum in the pretty blonde wife's mouth. He had another location planned for his potent black seed. He reluctantly pulled out of her warm, sweet mouth. "Now it's your turn, Honey," Marcus whispered in the beautiful white woman's ear. The black man laid Miriam on her back onto the king-sized bed. She was startled to be looking at herself when she saw the mirror on the ceiling. She could see the black man in the mirror kneel down between her legs to remove her panties. He left her sexy high heels on her dainty little feet. It was almost as if she was watching an interracial porno movie where she was the starring actress. Marcus kissed the inside of her trim ankle before moving up her shapely legs. As he got closer to her heated loins, he could smell the wonderful aroma of her feminine perfume as well as the White Shoulders perfume that she had so wickedly sprayed down there. Miriam gasped as his searching tongue found her most intimate of womanly charms. Her clitoris reacted as if it had received an electric shock. The beautiful blonde wife flinched as her body jumped on the bed. She had her first orgasm. Her own husband had wanted to go down on her several times but she thought that it was just too dirty of a thing to do. Now here it was that her husband was filming her with a black man between her widespread legs. Who said that a black man never ate pussy? The beautiful blonde wife closed her pretty blue eyes but in her mind's eye, she could still see the arousing event that she had just seen in the mirror on the ceiling. Never in the world could she have imagined such pleasure. Her dark desires were finally taking over her own body as she reached down to grab the nappy-haired head between her wanton legs to urge her black lover deeper. Marcus made the pretty blonde wife come once more before he worked his way up her body over her trim tummy to her swollen breasts. He feasted on one breast before she offered to other one to his thick black lips. He kissed the smooth nape of her neck. She would have to explain to the other teachers at her school about all of the love marks he was leaving on her tender neck or she would have to wear a high-necked dress to cover up the bites. The black man was still between her legs as he pushed himself up. He wanted to look into her pretty blue eyes as he entered her for the first time. He loved the look in their eyes when they realized how big he really was. Marcus enjoyed introducing a lovely white wife to her first taste of really big, black cock. "Put it in for me, Honey," he said. Miriam obediently reached down between his loins for his cock. It was then that she realized just exactly how huge he really was but she couldn't stop herself from her own destiny. Her tight pussylips flowered open to allow the tip of his giant cockhead entrance but the rest of her vagina resisted the rest. "Baby," he whispered in her ear. "Loosen up, Honey, and let me in. I'm a knocking on Heaven's door." It must have been the combination of the wine and the marijuana but Miriam did relax her cuntal muscles for him to slowly work his big black cock deep inside her womanhood. She had never been so stretched before. Once Marcus got past the 'used' portion, it was like she was a tender virgin. This was the way it always was the first time. His was the new 'high water' mark. Marcus took his time with this new beautiful blonde wife. He knew if he rushed it too mush that she wouldn't enjoy it and come back to him for seconds. He finally got the full length inside her as she grasped his hips with her calves. He kissed her long and hard. She was one helluva fuck! Miriam had several orgasms of her own before Marcus rose up and roared his own powerful orgasm. His dark seed was shot deep within her womanhood. It seemed like the flood gates had been opened as wave after wave of his hot cum shot into her womb like a red hot erupting volcano. Her husband had brought extra large condoms for the black man to use in bedding her but the Negro waved him off. Marcus had ridden his beautiful new conquest bareback. Unless she was on the pill, he had successfully impregnated her with his potent black seed. The night was a long one. Maurice made several videos for his own enjoyment. He even was told by the black man to clean her up with his tongue. Maurice had never eaten his wife's pussy before and now it was here sopping with his dark seed and her own feminine juices. He ate her out like a man possessed. Miriam had yet another orgasm at the tongue of her own husband. ******* Miriam met with Marcus for several other weekends as well as going to Memphis to see him. She also got hooked up with other black men before she started showing. Nine months after her first black encounter with Marcus, she delivered a very healthy black baby boy. She thought about the baby's daddy as the black baby suckled on her swollen breasts. Maurice and Miriam thought about giving the baby up for adoption but they decided to keep it and raise it as their own. They named the baby, 'Marcus,' and even gave the baby's father visitation rights. The baby's father also spent some quality time with the baby's mother as she still harbored plenty of dark desires. Dark Desires Chapter One: Awakening "Hi! My name is Jade. I'm twenty six and looking for a sensitive, caring and funny guy just to hang out with. I love animals and reading a great book. My perfect man would be sociable, easy going and definitely caring-" "Alright, Jade, your twenty seconds have run out," the voice from behind the camera interrupted my little spiel. I sighed and nodded, sliding off the chair and walking over to the kitchen bench where a nice cold orange juice awaited me. As I sipped the citrus fluid, I looked over at the camera-woman, who just happened to be my best friend of sixteen years. Raising an eyebrow, I chose to pout around my juice, "So, why is always only twenty seconds?" Sandra laughed and played the tape back, watching it with a grin, "Cos men have short attention spans!" I couldn't help but laugh, but quickly sobered when the reality of what I was doing hit me. I'd never online dated before. Sure, I'd flirted on the net, who didn't? But I had enjoyed a rather nice anonymity, and here I was putting my face and voice on a video clip and sending it in to "Soul-Match.com". I looked over my friend as she stood laughing at something funny on the video clip. With blue eyes and blonde hair, Sandra was hard to miss. Her perfectly rounded light pink lips were always pouted suggestively. Just like the way her waist swayed when she wanted to be provocative; which usually meant all the time. Her long legs ended in a firm, round butt on one end and dainty feet on the other. It didn't exactly hurt that she was a dancer with a great physique, either. "Hang on, what are you laughing at?" it suddenly hit me that she was watching my video submission; again. "Oh," she flashed perfectly set, pearly whites, "you're just so cute!" I made a fake grab at the camera she was holding, "You're not supposed to laugh!" I felt my face flush hot with both embarrassment and the feeling of the vodka in the orange juice beginning to take effect. Sandra sipped her own glass of vodka/orange and grinned. I had a general thought about somehow regretting this split decision to send in a submission to a shady online dating site, but for now the giddiness of the alcohol continued to swirl in my head and impair my better judgment. Ten minutes later, the video was loaded onto my computer and onto my newly made profile. Sure, they asked for a full profile when you signed up, but nobody actually looked at it. They would rather just look at the short video clip and judge from that. Somewhere in the back of my head, I realised this was probably just another way for internet billionaires to cash in on the dating market. But I was desperate... and drunk. "And send!" Sandra hit the enter button and I shook my head, clearing it slightly, but not enough to stop my girlish giggling. "Hey do you think someone will actually look at this?" I asked, my cheeks feeling hot and the room slightly swirly. I dimly realised that I had overestimated the ratio between orange juice and vodka once again. I made a mental note to myself to measure it next time. "Of course Sweetie. You're too cute!" I threw a glance at my long time friend as I pushed back my dark brown hair. Ever since growing it, I had had a hard time adjusting to the new length. But I kept supposing that shoulder length hair made me sexy. At least, that's what Sandra kept telling me. If anyone knew sex, it was her. In a completely sober moment as we were getting ready for bed – Sandra had been kicked out of her boyfriend's apartment so she was staying with me temporarily, and I only had one queen sized bed – I found myself looking in the old standing mirror I had in my bathroom. As I braided up my wavy hair, I looked at my now exposed neck. My skin, though I was in fact of Asian descent, was fairer than most. I still had the bronzed complexion of my ancestors, but it was more of a coppery glow than anything. I was hardly a size zero and prided myself in that fact as I my eyes followed the line down to my slightly sloping bare shoulders. Liquid brown eyes flicked towards the mirror as I darted a quick look at my full, pale lips. They parted as I continued to look down my naked body, travelling to my high C cups and watching in curiosity as my nipples creased and peaked in answer to the chill that travelled through the lace curtains of my open window. My gaze travelled down further to a flat, smooth stomach. I didn't have muscled abs but I had never really liked that look on females. Somewhere in my mind I always saw females as the softer, curvier counterparts for males. My eyes dipped down to my navel, skipping on the slight scar of the healed piercing I had had done in my rebellious teens. It was a small thing, but for one who knew where to look, it was there. I let my fingers splay across my stomach as I moved both them and my eyes past my slightly flaring hips to the shadowed place between my rounded thighs. I found myself spreading my legs slightly to get a better, fuller look at myself. While I had never really consciously thought about it, I rather liked the shaven appearance of some women I'd seen in magazines and the like. I remembered the first time I tried it and found myself utterly lacking in bald beauty. Slowly, I slipped two of my fingers downwards; sliding against bare skin until they reached a small tuft of fur that I had found had accentuated my inner beauty rather nicely. I found myself smiling as I touched the side of my paler thigh with my other hand. Sliding my fingertips along my smooth skin, I drew an imaginary line down my long, curvy legs all the way to my delicate ankles and curled toes. I found myself stroking the small patch, almost purring underneath my breath. While I had never truly felt beautiful in another's eyes, in my own, I was a goddess. I had an imperfect goddess's body that suddenly demanded attention. The reflection of soft, dark eyes stared back at me as I slipped my fingers further downwards, delighted to find the nub of my pleasure as I rubbed it slightly but slid my fingers down even further to my wet slit. I closed my eyes as I moved my fingers against myself, just twice, almost barely touching. Flicking my eyes open again, I watched my reflection as she raised her fingers, her eyes dark with lonesome passion. She reached up and flicked out a small pink tongue to dab experimentally at the moistened fingertips. I watched as her eyes widened with the taste and her nostrils flared with the smell of my heat. Slowly, my lips parted as I breathed deeply, I reached down again, leaving a soft, wet trail down the skin between my breasts and dipping my fingers into my navel before seeking the pleasant warmth of my sex. I let my head drop back, content to close my eyes as I felt my fingertips brush against my clitoris. Circling, I let a breathy sigh escape my lips and I moved my other hand back up and cupped a breast. Keeping in time, I circled both clit and nipple, my breath soon coming in excited pants as I sought to sink my fingers deep into myself. But I held back, prolonging the anticipation of the pleasure it would bring. As I squeezed and massaged my breasts, my eyes closed, I felt a man enter my mind and take over the loving ministrations on my body. I arched myself up into him as he rubbed my clit, sliding an errant finger down along my wet pussy every now and again. He held both my breasts, his head dipped low to suckle on my nipples. First one, then the other and I found it hard to breathe, the pleasure burning its way into me. Then, when I thought I would cry out in desperation, I felt his fingers slide deep into me. I gasped and arched into his body once more. I felt his hot hands on my breasts, his sighed breath on my neck, my legs wrapped around him. I felt the liquid heat inside me begin to melt and flow towards him, begin to move with the ebb and tide provided by his now harder thrusts. I was so ready, I wanted what only he could give me. I wanted release. I arched my back, preparing as I felt it build inside me. I was so close. I felt... I felt... "Hey! What are you doing in there? You know I want a shower too!" I blinked, coming back from my fantasy into the real world with a disappointing crash and a sudden and quite violent shift in my mood. I sighed explosively and stared at the mirror pointlessly as I weaved my wet fingers against myself, feeling my wet pussy. But nothing else came, it was gone and so was the man in my head. Rude banging on the door interrupted my hopeless contemplation once again and I savoured pouring a hateful glance towards it. I sighed, finding myself on the floor and slowly uncurled my legs in order to stand. Taking a small wash cloth, I held it under a tap and wiped the moist cloth against myself, cleaning off the wetness that mixed a heady scent into my nostrils. The door banged again, or rather, Sandra knocked loudly and demanded my coming out. I took another long look at myself and sighed for the lost ecstasy. Pulling on a nightdress, I unlocked the door and stepped outside. "What were you doing in there?" "Nothing. Just getting ready." Sandra gave me an odd look and all I could do was give her a blissful smile, though the earlier sting of being interrupted in the most crucial part of my fantasy still bit. Frowning at my sunny disposition, Sandra muttered something about drinking too much and proceeded to flow into the bathroom herself, her bath robe flaring dramatically. I sighed and tried to run my fingers through my hair, the braid stopping me short before plopping myself onto my bed and under the covers. I looked around at the cream coloured walls and listened to the distant hiss of running water through the bathroom door. I found myself strangely thinking of Sandra in the shower. Her golden hair plastered to the nape of her neck; water running in rivulets down her smooth skin, running off her ass as she exposed her long, slender neck to the rushing water. I found myself curling under the blankets and wickedly sliding my fingers once again down towards my goddess's mound. It seemed that the thought of my best friend naked, hot and wet in the shower was turning me on again and I had no inclination towards stopping myself. I sighed as I laid my head back onto the pillow, forgetting to conjure up the man in my last fantasy as I listened to the water pour down onto the tiled floor of my shower. Instead, I found myself seeing my friend as she walked back out into the bedroom; completely and utterly naked. I watched with dark eyes as she slid along the edge of the bed towards me, her own deep blue eyes afire with curious passion. My nostrils flared as I breathed in her soapy, clean scent and I wet my lips with my tongue as she hovered over me, her own lips parted in wicked desire. Reaching up, I slowly began to rub my breasts, my nipples hardening under my touch as I teased myself under her watchful gaze. I saw her staring and silently revelled in the reaction I was getting as I slid my hand skittering down towards my stomach. Before I could reach my goal, however, she stopped me with her own hands. Leaning down, she bent her head to my nipples and began sucking on the hard nubs. First one, then the other and then, pushing my breasts together, she wrapped her hot, moist tongue around both. I couldn't help but gasp, my hands automatically going to her head, my fingers spearing into her soft, silken mane. Pulling her head closer, I revelled in the delicious curl of pleasure that wound its way up my spine. Then I suddenly found it hard to breathe as I felt questing fingers at the junction of my thighs. Involuntarily, I squeezed them tight, only to relax and open them again when my body realised what was coming. Crying out a little, making mewling sounds, I felt hot fire pierce into me as her fingers slid into my warmth. She wriggled them, moving them in and out and in circles inside my tight pussy and I couldn't help but squirm under her ministrations. So good! I felt my liquid core suddenly unfurling once again and I knew that because of my earlier fantasy, I was more than ready to reach my peak. I stared up into her impossibly blue eyes and moved my gaze onto her deliciously pale pink lips. Biting my own, I gestured with my head, unable to take the words from my throat. Kiss me. Kiss me now. Her tongue pierced my hot mouth just as I felt the first cascade of pleasure. I sighed into her kiss, wrapping my tongue around hers as I convulsed against her palm. I arched myself against her smooth body, feeling the push of her breasts against mine as she stifled my cry of final pleasure with her own moan. I collapsed back onto the bed, gasping with breath, taking short shallow pulls of air. I blinked, only barely registering the fine sheen of sweat that soaked my scalp and face and indeed, my entire body. I felt the pleasant aftershocks as I mixed my fingers inside myself, idly sliding them in and out and feeling the strange slickness that could only happen when I had cum. I drowsily registered the turning of the tap as the water stopped hissing in the shower and smiled, rolling over onto my side and closing my eyes to appear asleep when Sandra really did come back into the room. I felt her eyes on me and heard her move around the room, brushing her hair and shifting her clothes around. Padding across the carpeted floor, she poked me with a finger and I mumbled something, still feigning sleep. "Asleep already? Must have had more than I thought," she sighed and I couldn't help but smile, knowing my face was turned away from her. I sighed (in my sleep) and snuggled closer under the bed sheets. My smug smile flickering as I finally fell under my own drowsy spell. My last memories were of my fingers idly wriggling inside myself and the sharp scent of my pleasured sex. **************** The next morning dawned bright and early with buttered croissants, coffee and a message on my new profile on Soul Match. Munching down, rather un-delicately for a woman of her beauty, Sandra plonked herself in front of my computer and happily signed in. Her eyes grew wide and I watched as she devoured the information on the screen. "So...anything good?" I asked, though I was extremely sceptical. I mean, what chances were there really of two people who were destined to be together being on the same site when there were probably millions of such sites all over the net? After all, the odds really couldn't have been that favourable. "Oh!" Sandra's eyes suddenly lit up, "you may have a winner here!" Rolling my eyes, my mouth stuffed with buttery bread, I strolled over to see what she was so excited about. My eyes were drawn first to the number of hits my video clip had had and I was astounded by the number. Then I saw the profile Sandra had up on a rather nice looking young man. "Number seventy three on your hit list," Sandra confirmed, pointing her croissant over her shoulder at me, "I just looked at their faces and their hobbies. This one's handsome and into sports!" she turned fully around then and grinned at me before hopping off the chair and pushing me down on it. "Go on, have a look and send off a reply if you like him!" Once again I found myself rolling my eyes and soon had to fend of a thrown croissant. I glanced at the profile picture while I bent down, still sitting on the chair, and searched blindly for the landing spot of the offending pastry. Suddenly, I saw his eyes. They were such an impossible blue with such a drastic contrast to his wavy, blonde hair. I blinked and immediately forgot the bread in favour of clicking the video clip Number 73 had listed on his profile. A smiling man with magical eyes beamed up at me through the computer screen. "Hi! My name's Jacob. I'm twenty eight and I own my own surf shack. I love children and especially their mothers-" ...Cheeky!... "-I'm looking for a serious girl who also knows how to chill and have a good time." And that was it. But I was hooked. Without thinking about it, I found myself clicking the 'reply' button and sending him a little mail. The response was instantaneous. He was online! Briefly forgetting about my current room mate, I eagerly accepted a request to chat online via the online chat feature the website had. It took only a few moments to download the necessary software and there I was, sitting in a virtual café and nervously awaiting my online prince. "Hey there!" I couldn't help but squeal when I saw him come into the chat room. "Hi!" I answered back and then eagerly awaited his next post. "So, come here often?" All I could do was blush and laugh. "Only when I'm lonely," "Oh, don't worry sweetie. I'm here to keep you company," As my fingers flew over the keyboard with an appropriate reply, Sandra decided to re-enter the room. She was dressed fabulously, as always in her fashionable, yet conservative business suit. "So, I'm off to work then!" She peered over my shoulder and gave my arm a pinch, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Then she was off and I was grinning. Somehow, being alone with Jacob online suddenly seemed the naughtiest thing I could think of. "So," I began to type, snuggling up into my chair and grinning madly, "Are you alone?" There was a pause and then a little cheeky smiley came up and he replied, "LOL. Yeah I am, it's just my four kids and my wife in the other room." I couldn't help but blush and laugh. "You're funny!" and then I rushed to type, "I'm sorry, I just, I've never chatted on a site like this and I absolutely no idea what to say..." I could just imagine him smiling as he typed, "Its okay, I'm new here too. How about we just start off slow? Like... what are your favourite colours?" And so it went. Two blissful weeks went by as my online relationship with Jacob evolved and matured. I couldn't believe how wonderfully sweet he was! He was so laid back and sensitive, it was hard to think that he might be a whole continent away. As a rule, we never shared where we were from, preferring some anonymity still and taking it slow. I never felt 'naughty' with him ever again and we usually spent hours online together, just chatting. Jacob was really the only man that I ever talked to. Sure, I still had replies to my video clip but I mostly ignored them. Luckily, there was a bulk delete button on my account and I usually just hit that every twenty four hours or so. Of course, Jacob's account was exempt from that. Sandra occasionally made her opinions clear when I talked to him. Sometimes she'd steal the keyboard from me, or type when I wasn't looking and generally get me into trouble. But soon, Jacob and I knew each other so well that he knew when Sandra was on and when I was. One day, he almost gave me a heart attack. "Let's meet each other." It took me some time to digest the words he was saying and immediately doubts began to creep into my head. Thoughts like 'what if he's a murderer?', 'a rapist?', 'what if he's not like this in person?' ran through my head like water. And just like water running down the drains, those thoughts were washed away the instant they came. The only definite thought I had was, "YES!" Of course, I was much cooler in my reply. "That would be great, but I'm in the middle of something here and I can't travel at the moment," "That's okay, I'll come to you. I've got some vacation coming up soon and it'd be good to finally see the face of the woman I'm falling in love with," I couldn't help but blush, then again, he always managed to make me feel like this. All gooey inside and warm and fuzzy with an excited tingle that I couldn't help but shiver at. I couldn't type for a long time, those words repeating over and over in my mind, "You are?" "Of course, I know something wonderful when I see it and I'm definitely going to hold onto you," Dark Desires I reach into my trench coat pocket and pull out a cigar, light it and puff away. I then put the lighter back into my pocket and take the cigar into my hand exhale the smoke. It is a gloomy day, pouring with rain. I stand outside under an awning watching the rain pour down. I listen and observe as the cars continue to pass and rain continues to fall upon various materials upon the buildings around me. The rain continues to pound down upon the city. I finish up my cigar and head off; the hat on my head keeps the rain off my head. It's been a long week, I head down the street. I enter a parking garage and punch the button on the elevator. The doors part and I step inside. "Hold the lift" a voice emanates from the corner. Then into view steps a vision of gorgeous beauty. She was about 5' 8'she was wearing shiny black four inch stiletto heels, her smooth legs lead up to her black knee length skirt. The skirt was matched with a black suit jacket with a bright red blouse underneath. She steps inside and says "Thank you" She steps inside and we are heading up to the same floor. "How about this rain?" I say to her. "It's raining cats and dogs out there" She replies "I moved to Paris to get away from the rain of England, it seems to have followed me here" She replies with her seductive British accent. "I'm Bill by the way" I say to her. "Diane, nice to meet you" She says to me with her outstretched hand. I grasp her hand and shake it. The lift doors open and she hands me her business card before departing. I slip it into my pocket and walk out of the elevator. I head to my car, which rather coincidently is parked right next to her. "If I didn't know any better I would say you were following me Bill" Diane says to me. "It seems my car is parked next to yours that is all" I reply. "Nice car" replies Diane "Thank you, I picked it up last week" I reply to her. It is a shiny new Lamborghini Aventador, one of the first few off the production line. It is in white and looks beautiful. Diane hops into her Range Rover and before shutting the door instructs me to call her. "Yes Mam" I reply She reverses out and leaves. I get into my car and start it, the engine roars into life. I then leave, heading home. The rain has now ceased. It head into the estate on the outskirts of Paris. I enter my garage and park the car. I get into my house and park the car. I get inside and toss my keys onto the table and hang my coat at the door. I kick back with a scotch in my hand and unwind. I then get up and pull Diane's card out of my pocket. I sit back down and examine it more closely, Marketing Executive, beneath that there is her office number, fax and cell. I down my scotch and pick up the phone. I punch in her digits and hear the line ringing. "Hello" I hear. "Diane, hello, it's me Bill, we met in the parking garage earlier" "You're quite fast" She replies "Not always, I believe in taking my time in certain circumstances" I say to her. "Would you be referring to fucking?" She enquires "That and other things, my dear" I answer her. "Hmm intriguing Bill, let's do dinner tomorrow and afterwards let the winds take us somewhere." Diane replies. "Text me your address, I'll pick you up at eight." I say to her "Cheers" She says and hangs up. The next day, I awake to a message on my cell, it's from Diane, and it's her address and a message telling her to meet me at Paris' most iconic church. It is still three in the morning, and I'm up for a drive. I get my keys and fire up the Lambo and head out rather quickly. The roar is endless and only interrupted by a flick of the shift paddles and hitting the brakes. I soon get to the centre of Paris. The streets are still and silent until the Lamborghini's roaring twelve cylinder engine comes into earshot. It seems loud enough to wake the dead. I weave through the tight alleys and roar down the Paris famous boulevards. I head to the higher parts of Paris to find the church. The dark still shrouds the city but the piercing lights of the Lamborghini light the way. I continue until I get to the church and come to a halt swing up the door and step out. She is standing there in a white trench coat. "So this is when your fast?" Diane enquires "Yes it most certainly is" I reply "I'm here, what now Diane? I ask. She opened her trench coat to reveal her utterly gorgeous body, her perky tits, down to her smooth stomach and immaculately manicured pussy. "I am now enlightened" I say to her. She tosses me her trench coat and says "Here put this in the car." She is now stood in the city of Paris stark naked. She leads me over with a curl of her finger. She leads me to an alley, it's out of the way and still half past dead in the morning. The shimmering moon lightly illuminates the alley. There are no lights emanating from any windows around and the night is quiet. She begins to unbuckle my pants and drop it to the ground. Out comes my throbbing cock straight from my pants into her salivating mouth. She caresses and strokes it expertly with her tongue, which I find to be pierced, which only adds to the lustful sensation she is giving me. Her impressive licking continues the throbbing remains steadfast as I remain hard. She removes her mouth and says to me "Your turn" I turn her around and bend her over and insert my cock inside her and begin to steadily pump away. I then gyrate her body on my throbbing cock as the silent and still night is pierced by our carnal deeds in this alley. We continue and she begins to quiver and tremble as the delicious fucking continues unabated and undisturbed. I continue to move inside her and she clenches down on my manhood and takes it all in her salivating pussy like a champion. She loves it as much as I love giving it to her. "I'm nearly there" she whispers to me. We are being as silent as it is possible given the circumstances we find ourselves. She erupts in orgasm and has her hands over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her shouts of delight. I now proceed to reach orgasm. She carries on still loving the sensation. She then gets off my cock and then positions herself for a stream of warm white jizz on her light British skin. "We had better get out of here, its nearly five o' clock" Diane says to me. Here I pull out a handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to her as I throw my coat over my shoulder. We get to the car where Diane puts her coat back on and we look to the distance seeing vague glimmers of the sun beginning to pierce the dark veil of night. "How about breakfast instead" Diane mentions to me. "Why not" I reply I fire up the car and we head off before the streets of Paris become clogged with weekday traffic. Dark Desires A single candle flickered in the corner of a lavishly designed bedroom, sending shadows dancing along the black Satin curtains covering the windows. The darkness was impressive and perfect with the single candle. A large bed with Black and Red sheets sat in the middle of the room. Soft music drifted into the room following the single figure that entered silently with a devilish grin. The dim candlelight cast half her face in an eerie glow as she dropped onto the bed without a sound. No creak ... no thud ... the sheets didn't even shift as she ran her hand across it. Her black hair framed her perfectly formed face and fell to her shoulders and seemed to pull her into the inky shadows that hovered around the room. She bobbed her head slightly as the distant music swelled , making the full body cat suit she was wearing ripple over her taunt body. The tight material accentuated her every curve as she stood. It shifted against her wide hips and seemed to flow with her like skin. Lines of crimson ran along the inky black suit circling her full breasts and running down to twirl around her hips in intricate interconnected swirls. her Long black boots with silver studs imbedded in the heel tapped as she glanced at the door. She looked around the room once, touching a single finger to her chin, as she contemplated what to do next. She strolled over to the corner, the red swirls glinting in the sparkling candlight, when she leaned against the wall. A small smile played on her face as she counted the shuffling footsteps approaching the door. She licked her lips and tasted the sweet electricity that was anticipation. She heard the light, almost hesitant, knock on the door. She vanished as the door slid opened. "M...mistress? You requested me?" The girl entered the room and shivered as the darkness blinded her. She pulled her arms acros her pert breasts and shivered in the cold. She felt eyes stating at her as she turned towards the glittering candle. She licked her lips and felt goosebumps rise across her chilled flesh. "EEP!" She gasped, feeling a hand trail across her butt and send her spinning only to see nothing. Her shaggy long brown hair fell forward to cover her dark brown eyes as she panted in the heavy shadows. She turned again to the candle and inched forward towards the flickering light and arched when a hand whispered down her spine. She glanced around the room but couldn't see anything aside from the darkness. Then her eyes shot up and she hissed as pleasure hit her from nowhere. The intricate black pentagram on her hip glowed as the runes surrounding the small coffin tingled. Her mind went fuzzy as she lost her mind in the unexplainable pleasure. "Ms...,do you think you could turn... uhm, maybe, turn on a light, or something?" The nervousness and disorientation made her stutter as she tried to find the flickering candle that seemed ot be the only thing holding her to earth. A mild panic arose when she discovered it had been blown out. "You call me Mistress or Mistress Callie, is that understood?" The mistress leaned in close to the girl and ripped her face upwards to stare at her. The girl felt herself shrink under that deep red gaze. It held power it held authority. It held her very life. The girl swallowed hard and answered softly, "Y..yes..mistress" "Good...see to it that you remember." Callie cocked her head thoughtfully, observing her newest toy. She clapped her hands once and a low light filled the room blinding the smaller girl. She blinked to remove the stars from her vision. The mistress appraised her new toy with a grin thinking 'Not bad, not bad at all'. The girl was short, but it worked with her small frame. 'She's thin... a bit of training will flesh out her figure... a nice specimen all the same...' Thought the vampiric onlooker. Her skin was soft and pale, almost unnaturally so. She had been tailored well to fit her needs. That skin quivered slightly under her gaze and almost begged to be pierced. Ohhh she looked tasty indeed. "Go and sit on the bed and do not talk. Her tone was clipped and left no argument. The girl scampered to obey. "Yes mistress" Callie nodded her approval of the way the girls perfect flesh beaded in sweat. The girl watched her mistress' body move across the room to a cabinet. She flinched at the heavy creak the metal gave as Mistress Cali rummaged through it. Her mistress was perfect and powerful. She controlled her fate and it was her duty to serve. The girl took a steadying breath as she dared to watch her mistress. The material making up her sinfully tight suit shifted with every motion and left enough to the imagination to draw the girl's eyes in. 'Like what you see, do you, pet?" The young pet's breath quickened as she caught glimpses of the assortment of instruments of pleasure in the cabinet. They ranged from whips and shackles to things most people wouldn't even recognize. The girl swallowed the lump that formed in her throat at the image of those tools being used on her. She shivered and licked her lips slighty. 'So, you're already trained, woooonderful.' A very wide grin spread across Cali's face as she pulled what she pulled out a sturdy leather collar. The jet black leather shined as did the bright green stitching. Dangling from the center of the collar was a tag that read 'Sammie'. Smirking, she sauntered over to the girl and waved it. "You are my pet, Sammie, and mine alone. "Yes mistress," Sammie hissed through clenched teeth, which probably had something to do with the fact that Callie's hand was tracing circles on her thighs. The marking on her hip glowed slightly as the collar was sealed around her neck. Sammie felt herself slipping under the weight of the collar. It was... restrictive,was limiting. It was amazing. It labeled her and it made her shudder that everyone who saw her would instantly know who she belong to. The collar was love. Looking into Sammie's eyes Callie said softly, "Why are you here tonight?" Sammie replied slowly, taking a moment to press herself closer to the fingers lazily traced across her pelvis, "Because I have requested the honor of being in your presence. I am here to serve. To please." Callie nodded thoughtfully at the girl's carefully planned out response. It was a good answer. "Indeed you have...and I have decided to allow you the pleasure of sharing my bed for a night." Sam panted as she looked upon her mistress and her body reacted in such a way she didn't even know was possible. It was like her body was finally alive. She belonged to someone... she belonged with somone. "Thank you, mistress, I am honored" "Yes, you are. Now, Sammie, sit still like a good girl while I go grab a few things." she spoke softly. "Yes, Mistress." Cali nodded at the girl's quick learning and rewarded her by bending down and placing a searing kiss on Sammie's lips before retreating into the shadows. Callie struggled to keep as the fire of the kiss melted into her very being. Her head fell to the side, making the tag on her soft velvet lined collar jingle. She struggled to remain silent as she resisted the urge to call out to her mistress. The older woman had simply glided across the room without a sound. She gulped as she heard the crack of a whip, her head snapping up as she gasped slightly. There was no way her new Mistress was staring out with a whip, was there? She shuddered as the whip snapped again but remained seated, her body flooding with pleasure at the mere thought of what could happen tonight. Callie returned with the thin whip in hand and silk ties draped over her arm. "Tonight, you will be mine. Is that what you want?" Cali asked, snapping the whip again and seeing how her pet's eyes lit with desire at the the sound. She could smell the blood pumping under her skin as her heart sped up. "Yes, mistress, please" The girl begged, she lowered her head and held up her hands in the utimate show of submission. "I want that more than anything." Sammie responded quickly. "Good, then let us begin. Lie down on your stomach and do not move." Cali demanded, cracking the whip to emphasis how great her pet's reward for her obedience would be. "Yes, Mistress" Sammie replied as she immediatly flipped and spread herself on the bed. Her hands felt tighty to her sides as she awaited her next command. "Above your head, Pet," Callie snapped. Sam instantly stretched her arms up and forward. She felt her face burn in shame but for some reason it it only made her desire to obey greater. She could feel her Mistress' eyes judging her and deeming her worthy. She could feel her mind blanking as she merely obeyed. It was right it was natural it was wonderful, this subservience. Nodding to herself Callie tied her pet's wrists to the bedposts tightly and stood back grinning. "Now..the fun begins." Sammie was positively quivering with excitement at what was to come next. She felt the silk bands tighten as she pulled against them. They held her down to obey her master's will. They were the physical representation of her Mistress' power. There was no escape and she relished it. Callie positioned herself at the end of the bed, and with inhuman strength and speed snapped the whip across her pet's back. Sammie let out a hiss of pain through clenched teeth but remained silent as fire raced up and down her back. she arched upwards and felt the silk tighten again. Tensing up she anticipated the next blow and accepted it with a moan of pleasure. "Are you enjoying this, pet?" Callie asked in an amused tone cracking the whip across Sam's ass this time. "Yesss mistress" Sam moaned as the whip tore into her tender flesh. She could feel warmth flowing from between her legs and flushed red and moaned as yet another blow landed on her behind. Sniffing the air Callie grinned. "My naughty little pet you are enjoying this aren't you." Blood was flowing freely from the cuts of the whip and Callie's eyes were a deep red now which sparkled with desire. Callie walked over to the girl and untied her wrists. "Turn onto your back...now!" she commanded. With a scream of pain Sammie rolled over onto her back and cringed as her wrists were tied again to the bedpost chaffing her skin. "Now...you are not to make a noise..is that clear?" she asked her pet. "Y..yes mistress" Sam panted. Callie drew back her arm and caught Sam in the stomach with the whip and blood instantly welled up to the surface. Withering Sammie struggled to remain silent. Again and again Callie struck, enjoying the delicious sound of whip tearing flesh and the enticing smell of blood that followed. "One more ought to do it...you may scream if you wish" Callie said casually as she struck a mighty blow across Sam's chest. A piercing scream ripped it's way out of Sam's throat and filled Callie's ears. With a smile she walked over to the bed and looked down upon her lover. "You have served me well...you shall be repaid for your subservience." "T..thank you mistress" Sammie panted through clenched teeth. Callie held the whip coiled in her hand and ran the handle up and down her pet's thigh. The smell of arousal filled the room and Callie grinned as she slowly inserted the end of the whip into her pet's wet silky folds. Sam moaned loudly at the welcome intrusion and bucked up against her mistress' hand. Callie began to fuck her pet slowly and then faster until she was utterly delirious with pleasure and she stopped and looked at her pet. She removed the whip and tossed it aside replacing it with her fingers and began to thrust first one, then two fingers into the girl. Sammie was thrashing under her mistress' ministrations and moaning loudly. Callie was on fire with the smell of Sam's blood and lust and she let herself abandon all pretenses. She leaned up and licked at Sam's neck with her tongue savoring the sweet taste. Sam let her head fall to the side fully exposing her neck to her mistress. Callie gave a predatory smirk before lunging, her long fangs piercing the soft flesh of her pet's neck and sinking deep into it as she began to drink deeply; moaning in pleasure at the feeling of pure ecstasy running from her lips and tongue to the tip of every finger and toe and back. She felt her pet's life draining away with every greedy lap. Her claws dug into one of Sammie's arms when the blood-rush hit her, making every muscle in her body scream in relief. For a moment the fire that saturated her every thought, the need that made her every fiber weep with desire was sated. This was her reward for her domination. This was her heritage. Blood ran freely from the bite, flowing down Sam's neck to pool on the sheets as she quivered at her mistress' ministrations, further egging the dark-haired woman on as crimson orbs rolled back behind closed eyelids, the divine taste of this younger girl stoking her fires of passion like some form of aphrodisiac drug, driving her higher and higher with each passing second. Cali felt her eyes snap back forward glowing as she fought to pull her mind out of the pool of pure orgasmic bliss. Sammie cried out as the combined efforts of her mistress' loving attention to her neck and to her most private of places drove her over the edge of her orgasm, screaming in pleasure as her body arched up to press against the leather-clad figure atop her, driving her orgasm higher still as her hardened nipples pressed against the warm leather that separated her from her mistress; just before her world came crashing down around her as the feeling went away in time with her mistress' fangs leaving her reddened skin, collapsing and panting heavily beneath the woman she would serve for the rest of her life."Did you like that pet?" she asked in a mock innocent tone. "Y..yes mistress" she replied hastily her chest heaving from exhaustion. "Good...I shall see you again next week. You are dismissed' she replied untying the battered and satisfied girl. "Go clean yourself up and I expect to see you the same time next week is that understood?" Callie demanded. "Yes Mistress, I will return next week at your command" Sam replied hurrying out of the room ignoring the pain in her back and stomach. Callie smirked to herself and sat down and stared out the window at the moon. Dark Desires When I got that call from the receptionist I was expecting that he didn't want this relationship to happen but to my surprise he did want this relationship to happen. To the meeting I wore my black pencil skirt, my black silky blouse, my ballet flats, my hair was straighten , and I had curled it just a little bit. On the way to Newton Industries I realize that my feelings for Chandler had resurface and I gladly took them in. I left the house before my roommate Katy could say anything to me because after the meeting she is probably going to be home and give me a mouthful. I knew what Chandler was like he probably was the same jerk he was in middle school and high school. I haven't seen him in about 6 years and we are both twenty four years old. I pulled up the building in my mustang that I bought after college where his business was I parked my car and walked to the door. I opened the door and walked in I walked over to the reception desk and the receptionist gave me a pass to the thirty floor where his office was. I went to the elevator and went in I pressed the button that had the number thirty on it. The elevator ride up to his office didn't give me a peace of mind it made me more nervous to be here to meet him. I walked to the reception desk and stood there. The receptionist noticed I was standing there she looked at me. She picked on the phone and phoned Chandler she put it on speaker phone he picked the phone instantly I heard his voice. "Yes Allison, what is it?" "Miss Hollis is here to see you." I heard he sigh and he spoke again. "Allison I am not ready for her yet tell her to sit down and relax I still have things to do." I walked over to the chair sat down I sat there for what seemed like thirty minutes the phone beeped and Allison put it on speakerphone again. "Allison please send her in I am ready for her." "Yes Mr. Newton right away." "Miss Hollis, Mr. Newton will see you now." I got up and walked over to the door that held behind it all my dirtiest fantasies that I wanted to come true. I was at the door and was surprised that my hand didn't shake as I walked in to his office. Chandler sat behind a large Mahogany wood desk he was typing on his computer he was probably calling himself idiot for letting me have a chance like this with him. I stood my hands by my side and my legs shoulder width apart. I stood there for what seemed like an hour the sun had set because the lamp that was on gave a muted glow through the room. He stopped typing he got up from where he was sitting the only noise that I heard was my breath. He walked over to me with even measured step he stopped behind me and got a piece of my hair he wrapped the piece of my hair around his fist his warm breathe tickled my ear. " Mary, you have no references." I didn't have any references because this is the only man I wanted to be with him. He chuckled he walked back to his desk and he sat there. I was still looked down at the floor he looked at me I could feel his eyes on me watching my every move. "Mary look at me." I looked at him and I was blown away by what her looked like his hair was sleeked back his blue eyes were blazing, and his body looked so good in the Armani suit he was wearing. I could see that he had some definition of muscle mass in his arms, chest and legs. I couldn't believe that I was here in his office. Why was I deserving such a good fortune of being here with him? "I am not interested in training a submissive my submissives come to me fully trained but for you I will make a acceptation. You can speak." I sighed. I would not make a fool of myself. I wasn't going to call him by his first name so I decided to call him by his last name because he probably liked that. "Mr. Newton I am happy that you wanted to meet me again and I am surprised that you want this relationship to happen. I have a question to ask why me." He smiled. "Mary I am choosing you because I knew that I would have to make it up to you for the way I acted during middle school and high school. I have changed and I am not that same jerk that you had to deal with in high school. I really had changed and I am willing to give you a chance because I never gave you one. " I looked at him and I blushed he really did want me. He picked up a thing of papers and tapped them into a neat pile and stapled them. He got up and walked back over to me his body was so close to mine. He was behind me he breathe tickled my ear again and he kissed my pulse point and walked in front of me. He took some papers of his desk. "Mary, I know what I need to know from this report that my friend Micah sent me." I looked down and he noticed it. I hoped I hadn't messed up beyond redemption he spoke again. "I rather like you now Mary Hollis but I don't recall telling you to look away from me." I looked back up at him he smiled he looked at me with lust and desire in his eyes. God, my who-ha was acting crazy because the thought of him controlling me made me knees weak. He stepped closer to me. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I wanted to taste those lips just once. He sighed one of his hand came to my back I could feel little tiny electric shocks go through my back. "Mary something tells me that you want me to kiss you before you leave my office. I am happy to obliged that I want to kiss you back I don't want you to move just be really still for me." His arms came behind my back his torso was against mine and I could feel the muscles of his arms tighten around me. My arms went behind his back and they went to his hair Chandler leaned his head down to where my lips were and he kissed me. The first kiss I had with him was magically I could feel the tingling in my lips he didn't stop he kissed me with a passion that only he could control. He stopped kissing me and sighed against my lips he walked back to his desk he got the papers. He walked back to me and handed me the papers which I happily took from him. He stood there in front of me the meeting was almost over. "Mary I do believe a weekend test is in order you are expect to come to my estate promptly at six pm Thursday night and we will progress from there. The only things you need to bring are your phone, iPod, and no clothes the clothes will be provided for you. This weekend Mary will test you in every way possible. You are expect to have down there shaved at all times disobey me and you feel the consequences. I want your body to be shaved everywhere but your hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Those papers contain my contact information, the meals I like, has the gym information that you are going to go starting tomorrow, my limit list that you should go over, and the last page has the positions that you will learn to be in when it is time for us to play. You are excused oh and Mary, I enjoyed seeing you tonight. I expect you to get eight hours of sleep every night and I also want you to run at least a mile every day. I expect you to eat on a specific diet plan. I will email you the diet plan and the exercises you will do at the gym with my friend Chase England you might remember him from high school he is going to train you for strength training my friend Suzanne will be your yoga instructor. Mary we are done here I look forward to this weekend with you. The strength and endurance training will help with being a submissive." "Thank you Mr. Newton for this meeting I can't wait till Thursday night with you." "That will be all Mary you are excused." I walked down to my car and got in I plugged my iPod in. I played "Hot" by Avril Lavigne. I drove home and realized that my meeting him went really well.