2 comments/ 80387 views/ 2 favorites Unexpected Passion By: collegechick1219 He is tall, dark, and handsome with piercing brown eyes, an electric smile, and a sexy voice. We have been eyeing each other since I showed up to the club with the girls. It has been two hours of teasing each other from a distance. He walks over and, without asking me anything, grabs my hand. We have been dancing close for a couple of songs and his scent is intoxicating. I feel myself becoming more and more attracted with every swing of my ass against his package. His hands are running up and down my hips and I feel myself letting lose. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything. I want to feel his hot breath on my neck, his soft lips on my breasts, his tongue touching my inner core, and his dick snugly fit inside my wet pussy. With one look, I tell him this and he whisks me away. We find the farthest bathroom from the dance floor. He pushed me up against the stall, touching my body with hungry hands and a full appetite. His kisses make my stomach flip and shorten my breath. I'm hungry for him as much as he is for me. He slips his right hand up my inner thigh and lightly grazes my clit. I let out a moan and kiss him harder, letting him know I want more. He grabs my thong and pulls it down while I left up one leg. I grab onto his belt buckle and loosen it as fast as I can. I want to see what has been pressing up against me all night. I slide my hand down his pants and grab onto his engorged member. He lets out a moan that makes me want him more than ever. I let out his dick and grab a condom from my purse. He presses me closer to the stall while lifting up my leg and shoving all of him into my wanting pussy. The feeling is incredible; wet, warm, hard, and fast. I feel myself getting close to letting go. He grabs my ass in both hands and pushes me up the stall where I grasp onto the top. His thrusting becomes more intense and I can't take anymore. I let go with a loud moan and he follows in unison. We are both sweaty, out of breathe, and dripping with come. We clean up and walk out of the stalls together. The girls see me and start to approach us. He turns me around, gives me a deep kiss that steals me breath, and whispers in my ear, " That was amazing", before showing me his smile and walking away. I don't know his name or anything, but one thing I do know is that the sex was amazingly passionate and I want more. The following day all I can think about is my mystery man. I want to feel his hands graze my thigh, his passionate kisses, and his tongue down below. I leave early this morning for my run along the beach. My mind is racing with bad thoughts that are turning me on. I slow down to try to catch my breath and reroute my thoughts to something other than sex. I take out my earphones and look around the beach. I listen to the sound of the waves swishing in and out of the beach, the seagulls calling out, and the children running around. I look up at the Lifeguard station and notice someone out the corner of my eye, my mystery man. I start to walk over when he recognizes me and jumps down form his post. His body looks so damn good. Red shorts against his dark skin, no shirt, rock hard abs and strong muscular arms. With every naughty thought running through my mind, I was driving myself crazy. He showed me his sly smile, took my hand into his, and kisses it ever so lightly. I introduce myself and so does he. We spend the next couple of hours watching the beach and laughing. Not only does he make me body scream but he is also fun. We make plans to meet up later that night at my hotel. I walked away wanting more and looking forward to tonight. I met back with the girls and went on with my day thinking in the back of my mind of the great time I will be having later. I get dressed into the sexiest black dress I have. My stomach is doing flips and my heart is beating fast just anticipating the time yet to come. A knock on the door wakes me from my daydream and I run to it. He shows me that wonderful smile again and it just makes me week in the knees. I give him a kiss but can't stop. The kisses become deeper with every moan. I take him into the bedroom and tell him to remove his pants. I pull him to the edge of the bed and kneel down to taste what he has to offer. His cock is so hard. I swirl my tongue around the tip and suck on it the best I can. I love hearing him enjoy it. I am getting more turned on with every moan that he makes. He is getting close to release and I don't want to stop. I suck harder and grab onto his balls just as he comes. He throws me onto the bed and tells me how much he wants to taste my sweet pussy. I take off my underwear and he gets a good look at what he's working with. Soft pink wet pussy hidden inside plump lips. He dives right in hungrily lapping up all of juices and zoning in on my clit. He slips his finger inside as I let out a moan. Thrusting his finger in and out while circling my clit with his tongue, the sensation is amazing. As I get closer, he can feel me tighten around his finger. He takes a break from my clit and slides down to lick my ass. I love the sensation and it makes me feel naughtier than ever. He slips his tongue in my asshole to wet in a bit. Slowly he slides another finger into my ass while zoning back on my clit. My body is shaking, my heart is racing, and I'm getting closer and closer to coming. With one last lick of his tongue and thrust of both fingers touching my insides, I let go. The waves of pleasure wash over me as my body thrusts into him. My juices run free down my ass and thighs and onto him. He looks up at me with that sly smile and now I want him in me. I get up and push him onto the bed, while I slowly climb on top. I slap the tip of his dick on my pussy before plunging down onto him. I pick up the pace and ride him hard, feeling myself get tighter. He grabs onto my ass, slapping it with every thrust I take. We both scream out as we let go, our bodies shaking from the great sex. We lay there, catching our breaths and looking into each others eyes... smiling. Unexpected Passion "You're late." He said as I walked through the door. I had just gotten off of work and was running a little bit later than usual. Yeah so?" I asked. I really didn't see what the big deal was, after all, I'd had to work late before; and, it was only 4:25 and I usually got home around 4:00, so I didn't see 25 minutes as being that much of a problem. "Don't get an attitude with me. When I asked you this morning, you said you'd be home on time." "So I was wrong, what are you gonna do...'fire' me?" I said with a laugh. He didn't seem to find it funny though, which was odd. He usually had a great sense of humor, just like he usually never minded when I was late. After all, it's not like we had plans to go out or anything. I started trying to think of what could be wrong, what was making him so upset, but I just couldn't think of anything. "I'm sorry ok? Next time I'll call." I said, thinking maybe that's what had upset him. "There better not be a 'next time'. From now on, you WILL be home on time, is that understood?" He said forcefully. "Yeesh....what crawled up your ass and died? I've been late before, plus, it's not like I was just out messing around...I was at work. Lighten up." I said. He was really starting to piss me off with this macho 'king of the castle' attitude. "I think there need to be some changes around here, and this attitude of yours is just confirming my suspicions. You need to learn to have some respect for those in authority." He stated with such conviction that it made me shiver, although whether in fear or in anticipation, I couldn't tell. He was usually so passive and easy-going about everything, that it was quite a surprise for him to act so.....forceful. I'd never heard him talk like this before, and to be honest, it was kind of turning me on. But no way in hell was I gonna let him know that. "My attitude huh? Well what about your attitude? I have no idea why you're getting so pissed about 25 minutes. I said I was sorry so just quit your bitching and tell me what you want for supper, I need to make a grocery list. Besides, I'm your wife...not your slave so I don't have to answer to you for every little thing I do." "I beg to differ my dear....I think my slave is exactly what you're going to be. On your knees. Now." Wow....ok, I really didn't see that coming. No way I was gonna 'obey' him, but I will admit that I felt a tingle course through me at the sound of those words. "Oh please, get over yourself. Now, what about supper?" I asked in a bored way, as though I couldn't care less what he thought. And that.....was only my first mistake. "I said on your knees, bitch! And shut your mouth!" Now that was a shock. He's never told me to shut up before, let alone called me names. And from the tone of his voice, I decided maybe it wouldn't hurt to play along, after all, he was just playing. Wasn't he? Apparently I'd taken too long deciding on my course of action though, because the next thing I knew, he'd grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me, very ungracefully I might add, down to my knees. I hit the floor hard and let out a gasp. My husband has never been the least bit abusive or forceful with me so this was totally out of character for him. Now I'm so not attracted to men who think that in order to be a 'man' they have to beat up on women, but I felt that tingle again and I know my nipples were starting to get hard. I felt a rush of excitement as I sat there on my knees just watching him to see what would happen next. "Pull your hair out of the way." He told me as he walked over with something behind his back. I did as he said and felt something slide around my neck. As he buckled the collar into place, I wondered briefly where he'd gotten it. "What's that for?" I asked. Curious as to why he felt the need to collar me like some animal. "Did I tell you to speak?" He yelled. "The collar is so I can control you, I believe you need to be taught some discipline. And from now on, you will not speak unless told to, or asked a direct question. And you will always address me as 'Sir'. Is that understood?" "Yes." 'Yes what?" He said as a smack fell across my cheek. Oops..he'd barely started and I'd already forgotten a rule. I was in shock from the slap, but also very aware of the pool of dampness forming between my legs. "Yes Sir." I said sarcastically. He didn't slap me again, but he did give me a look that almost made me wish I'd been more compliant. Almost, but not quite. The look on his face only fueled me more. He went in the other room for a moment and left me there on my knees, wondering what was coming next. He was back in a moment with a sack filled with God only knew what. I followed him with my eyes, waiting to see what would happen. He reached into the sack and pulled out a leash, and a belt. As soon as I saw the belt, I immediately became concerned. He walked over and attached the leash to my collar and told me to follow him. However, as I tried to stand, he pushed me back down and told me to go on all fours. So crawling on my hands and knees, I followed him into the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed and just watched me. "Stand up and take your clothes off." It took me a minute to realize what he said and I guess he got impatient because as soon as I got to my feet, he reached over and ripped my shirt off of me. I quickly got the rest of my clothes off and stood before him naked. I felt my nipples stiffen even more as the cool air hit them. I was also aware that the dampness that had been contained by my panties....was now starting to run down my leg. I tried to bring my legs together in hopes of concealing the fact that I was getting turned on by all of this, but as soon as I began to move them closer to each other, he reached out and slapped my ass and told me to spread them as far apart as I could. Well crap. Now he was sure to see how excited I was. I did as he said, and he got up and walked around me, as if he was inspecting me. I felt his fingers brush the tops of my thighs, before they slowly slid down and brushed across my slit that was now just aching to be touched. I suppressed a moan as he spread me apart and ran his fingers up and down my wetness, avoiding my clit as he coated his fingers with my excitement. "Lick them." He said as he brought his fingers to my face. I turned away, disgusted that he could even ask me to do such a thing. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face towards him. "I said lick them.....don't make me tell you again. You're going to be punished enough as it is." I tentatively stuck out my tongue and ran it over the finger closest to my mouth. It tasted kind of sweet and....tangy. I decided maybe it wasn't so bad and proceeded to clean the rest of his fingers off. He appeared pleased, and stepped back. "Bend over the bed with your ass out." I did as he said although I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, as soon as I hit the bed, I felt the belt hit my backside. I screamed and tried to get up, but he pushed me back down and told me that the more I thrashed, the longer he's take. So I made an effort to hold still, although by the time he got through with 20 strokes, my ass felt like it was on fire and my face was covered in tears, but somehow, my pussy was even wetter. He put the belt down and started rubbing my sore ass, then dipped his fingers down to my sopping pussy. As his fingers felt how much wetter I was he said, "My my....aren't you the little slut. So you liked that did you?" I could only moan. All I wanted was for his fingers to be back on my pussy that was now aching so bad that it was on fire as much as my ass. "I asked you a question slut....did you like that? Did it excite you?" He said with a slap on my still tender ass. "Y-y-y-yes Sir." I stammered "Very good little slut...you're learning fast. Now....what do you want?" What do I want? I thought. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock in my dripping pussy.....to have him fuck me until I thought I would explode. But I couldn't say that, so all I did was shake me head. "Surely you must want something...your poor little cunt is just dripping and making a mess all over the bed. Are you sure you don't want a nice hard cock shoved inside of you?" I whimpered as he began to undress. And when he pulled his pants off and his beautiful cock sprang free, I couldn't help but moan. "That's what I thought....the little whore wants a cock. Here then....suck it." He didn't have to tell me twice. I immediately dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, reveling in the way he tasted. I licked my way up and down his shaft, then engulfed him in my mouth once more. I chanced a brief glance up at his face while I devoured his cock, and what I saw only encouraged me more. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, and his breath was coming hard and fast. I began to suck harder and was really getting into it when he pushed me away. "Ah ah....can't have me cumming too soon now can we?" He asked. "Now....do you want me to fuck you?" "Oh yes Sir...please!" "Then beg me." "Please Sir...fuck me with your hard cock! Stuff my pussy full and make me cum! Make me your little slut!!" I begged with everything I had..I wanted...no...I needed his cock buried deep inside my tight, sopping cunt. "Oh I'll fuck you, and I'll stuff your pussy. But you won't cum...unless I say so. Is that clear?" Not cum?? Was he kidding? He had to be. "Yes Sir." I replied..after all..how could he expect me not to cum? He threw me down on the bed and spread my legs roughly apart. Then he sheathed himself deep inside of me with one hard thrust. The feeling was so overwhelming that I screamed. We soon found a heavy, demanding rhythm that threatened to break the bed apart. Within seconds, I felt myself falling over the edge, and I screamed as I came all over his cock. He immediately stopped and just looked at me. I was still thrashing around from the aftershocks of the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. But reality set in quickly as I felt myself being flipped onto my stomach and my ass being spread apart. "Oh no...pleasepleaseplease...I'm sorry, I control myself better next time!" My words had no effect on him as began rubbing juices from my still sopping slit, all over my tight asshole. Slowly he started to ease himself him, but it still wasn't slow enough. I screamed..less from pain, as just the fact that it felt that he was intruding into my private space. Finally, when he was as far in as he could go....he began to slowly move back and forth. And the pain slowly turned to pleasure. He brought me up on my knees and while still rocking in and out, brought his hand around and started fingering my clit. It didn't take him long to bring me to the edge again, however, this time I remembered to control myself more. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I begged him to let me cum. "Please Sir...may I come? Please! I can't stand it! Please let me cum!" He tortured me for a few moments longer and when he finally spoke, it was so soft that I almost missed it. "Cum." Just one word, whispered so softly....but it was all I needed. I let myself go, and with a scream, proceeded to have 3 mind-blowing orgasms..one right on top of the other. When I started the third...I felt him stiffen behind me and shudder and I knew he was close. "Please Sir...Cum in your little slut....Cum for me please!" I cried. With a groan, he began to shudder and thrust even harder until finally, he collapsed on top of me. He slowly pulled out of me and rolled me over. He smiled at me and as I stared into those beautiful blue eyes...I saw the man I loved. "I love you Honey." He said. "I love you too." We nestled in each others arms, coated with sweat and what was left of our passion, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Unexpected Passions She ran faster across the wet grass, her breath a white mist in front of her. Where is he? Why hasn’t he come yet? She could hear the heavy pounding of footsteps behind her, catching up. She urged her sore legs to carry her faster, but they only seemed to slow. Her feet felt like lead and her legs screamed with pain each time that she bade them go further. The footsteps behind her slowed as she did, and a gruff chuckle broke the night’s silence. Her feet slipped under her weight and she fell onto the grass. She glanced up and tried to get back to her feet, only slipping more and crying out in pain. Help… “Well, ya gave me a good chase, love. Wish there were more like you out there,” The voice sounded in her ear as heavy hands lifted her to her aching feet. She struggled feebly against his rough hold. “Ah, it’s not use fighting. I won’t hurt ya… much,” he guffawed loudly and began dragging her back the way they had come. His arms were thick and more muscle than she had judged at first glance. He was a huge man, but she hadn’t counted on him chasing after her for as long as he had. “A mouthy little bitch like yourself should work out more often. Then maybe you might be able to run away after you talk your shit.” She grunted as he threw her against a tree. His breath stunk of alcohol. His stomach pushed against her as he lowered his face to her hair and sniffed at her. Please…Merrick… The man groped roughly at her breasts and forced his knee between her legs. She whimpered helplessly as she felt a hot tear roll down her cheek. Her back arched against the tree and she could feel the bark scraping at her pinned arms. She closed her eyes and willed her thoughts out to Merrick, begging him to hear her. “Here we go, then,” The man had unzipped his pants, and hers as well. He had one strong arm pinned against her throat and the other working her pants down her legs. He ripped open her shirt and suckled at her breasts as he worked. She kept her eyes closed and waited for the man to finish his assault. Her mind raged as his probing fingers and roaming mouth molested her. “Stop.” The quiet voice commanded obedience. It was low, with a hint of an accent that she had never been able to place. The fingers left her and the weight of the man lifted from her. She opened her eyes and could not help but sigh in relief, but it lasted but a second when she saw his wounds. Merrick stood, his tall body wavering slightly in the wind. His black hair was loose and hung down his back. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose, his hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, blood dripping from them as well. His dark eyes were fixed on the drunken man with hatred. He moved forward. “Now who are you?” The man approached Merrick with a smile and disregard for his semi-nakedness. “Doesn’t look like you should be picking fights anymore tonight, friend. You’re already pretty roughed up, aren’t ya?” He guffawed again. Merrick pulled a thin silver blade from his jacket pocket and smiled slightly as it sliced through the man’s jugular. There was no sound except the dull thud of his body as it hit the wet ground. She sighed again, slumping to the ground and panting softly. “You’re hurt.” A black leather jacket was handed to her and she wrapped it around herself, covering her bare chest. Her shirt lay in ruins and her pants were badly torn. Her body was sore from struggling and she could hardly stand. “Let me help you,” Merrick lifted her and began a slow pace further into the woods. She leaned against his chest and could smell blood all over him. She let her eyes drift closed and sank into the safety of his arms. When she awoke again, she was laying in her bed. A few candles lit the room and the heavy curtains were opened to let the moonlight seep in. She turned her head slightly, looking for Merrick. He sat in a chair in the corner wrapping a wound on his arm. The blood was gone from his face and his black hair hung in strands before his eyes. He glanced up and smiled in approval as she sat slowly. She pulled the sheets around her instinctively, but need not have. Merrick had not undressed her at all, but instead kept his jacket around her and just let her rest. She pushed her dark hair off her forehead and cleared her throat, rubbing at it gently, feeling the bruises there. “You cut it close this time,” She said to him, watching him dress a deep cut on his leg now. She looked away as a strange heat crept up her body from seeing his muscular thigh flex under his ministrations. “I was slightly occupied. I am sorry,” He looked up from his work and tilted his head a bit. Was she blushing? He shook his head and sat back, glancing out the window next to him. She got up and walked precariously to her closet. “I’ve never seen you this badly wounded. What were you fighting?” She pulled deep red robe out of her closet and set it on the bed. He stood, sensing that she was preparing for a bath. “Another vampire. She’s dead now.” He grinned as he recalled her blood coursing down his throat as he drank her. Her body had been cool marble in his hands and he was going to satisfy his other needs until he heard a cry for help. “Well, that’s good,” She was staring at him, her mouth open slightly, her hands gripping his jacket. She couldn’t take her eyes off him for some reason. “Are you alright?” His calm voice forced her to look away. His dark brows were drawn together in concern. He took a step towards her, but stopped as she backed up. She shivered inwardly. “Yeah, I’m alright, I just need a bath. Will you excuse me?” She didn’t wait for his answer; she turned on her heel and grabbed the robe before hurrying to her bathroom. The water steamed hot as it filled up the tub. She sat on the edge, testing the water with her finger. Satisfied, she stood and carefully undressed. She brought the jacket to her nose and inhaled his scent, sighing softly and holding the jacket to her. Her cat, Murdoch, had crept in and was wrapping himself around her legs, mewling at her for attention. She snapped out of her reverie and looked down at the fat white cat, then dropped the jacket onto the floor, shaking her head and lowered herself into the tub, shooing Murdoch away from the tub. He curled up on the jacket and purred loudly in his sleep. What is going on? Why are you acting like this? Merrick has been your protector since you were a child. You’ve never felt like this before…this want, this need. He’s a vampire, for god’s sake! He’s a killer! He’s only here as payment for daddy saving his life. Stop being stupid, you’re just exhausted. You need to sleep. Her heart raced as she leaned back against the tub and let the hot water wash over her. She spread her legs and winced as the water caressed her. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over her swollen breasts. That man had kneaded his knuckles into them and they were tender to the touch. Her mind wandered as she felt her own heated skin beneath her hands. She smiled lazily as she imagined Merrick’s hand grazing her thighs and running over her stomach. His mouth on hers, his body pressed against hers, moving in and out of her languidly. She arched her back and moaned lowly as her fingers sought to relieve the craving inside. “I can smell you,” Merrick whispered as he watched her pleasure herself. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. Her female odor was wafting off her and mixing with the steam, it all but called him back up to her. He licked his lips as she arched her back. Her supple breasts surfaced and shook as she gasped at his intrusion. “Merrick! What are you doing here? Please, get out!” She reached for her towel, but his hand shot out and stopped her. He leaned close to her and breathed her scent. It was nowhere near as animalistic as the drunk man’s sniffing had been. He stood up, drawing her up with him. He looked her over, following the trail of water that flowed down her lithe body. He swallowed thickly, still gripping her wrist. “What…” Her voice trailed off as she looked into his eyes. She had only seen them this red when he was fighting, right before a kill. He’s finally going to kill me, be rid of me. He tugged gently at her and led her back into her room, his ears pricking at the sound of the water dripping off her. His whole body shook with hunger, more than hunger for her blood, but the natural hunger of a man for a woman. He turned to face her as they reached her bed and was shocked to see the look of fear on her face. She was trembling and blushing deeply. Her free hand was attempting to cover her breasts, but as she saw his gaze, it dropped to cover her lower parts. “Why are you shaking?” He asked her as he let go of her wrist. He moved closer to her and hesitated as she back away again. “Shh…” He pulled her to him and she didn’t fight. “Are you going to kill me now?” She whispered, keeping her eyes averted, trying to suppress the heat that was taking over her body. She could feel electricity everywhere he touched her, and she wanted more. He laughed, and kissed her forehead. “Of course not,” His hands slid down to rest on her hips and he stepped back again. He had noticed her beauty before, but passed it off. He had sworn to look after her and he had done his duty. But tonight, he needed to know what she felt like, what she tasted like. He wanted to hear her moan in pleasure and feel her tightness wrap around him. She was watching him again. She could feel wetness dripping out of her and could no longer control her need for him. She cast aside any doubts she may have had and leaned up to kiss him. She sighed against his lips as they made contact. He was taken aback by her boldness, but quickly recovered and pulled her to him, loving how her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lips were soft and warm, much different than the vampire women he’d slept with. He nudged her lip with his tongue, silently asking for entrance. She obliged and parted her lips, massaging his cool tongue with her own, letting him support her weight. Merrick broke their kiss and moved his mouth down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe. He moaned in anticipation as she began unbuttoning his shirt. He lingered near the hollow of her throat as she pushed the dark silk off his shoulders and moved her small hands to his pants. She chuckled nervously as she worked at the difficult button. She could feel his hardness pressing against the pants and she desperately wanted to release it. All her inhibitions were gone, melted by the heat in his kisses and the sparks from his touch. A groan escaped his lips as she finally got the pants undone and let them fall to the floor. He smiled at the grin on her face as his manhood sprang free. At the touch of her warm hands to his cool flesh, he sucked in a breath and pulled her face to his again, kissing her deeply as she stroked him. She whimpered as his hand caught in her dark hair and his kiss became more passionate. Her hands worked there way up and down his shaft, shocking her with its length and girth. “Can I…” She broke the kiss and lowered to her knees. Glancing up, she marveled at his body. He was all muscle and pale skin. His black hair was tied back and he gazed down at her with deep red eyes. She kept eye contact as her tongue snaked out and licked the head of his massive cock. A smile spread across her face as he moaned pleasurably. Merrick’s head rolled back as she took him into her mouth and began to lap at him. Her fingers massaged his balls and he could hardly stand it when he heard her moan with hunger. She brought him as deep as she could into her mouth, letting him hit the back of her throat. He tangled his fingers in her dark tresses and urged her closer to him, forcing more of himself in her mouth. She looked up at him and opened her throat more, proud of the pleasure she was giving him. She sucked hard on him until he begged her to stop. “Merrick?” She stood, the taste of him still in her mouth, her body aching to be filled by him. “Lay down,” He growled at her. She did as she was told, laying on her back on the bed, her legs closed, an arm across her chest. The bed shifted under her as he settled himself beside her and moved her hand away from her chest. “You’re so beautiful,” He ran a cool fingertip down her arm. “All grown up now, a woman.” She shivered and closed her eyes, taking his hand in hers and guiding it to the heat between her legs. She bent her knees as he teased her engorged clit with his fingers, spreading the wetness over her smooth lips and parting them so he could enter her. “Mmm…” Merrick grinned and slipped two fingers inside her, searching for her G-Spot. He licked his lips and felt his fangs touch his bottom lip gently. He controlled his urge to taste her right there. Groan after groan escaped her lips and they were only escalated when he knelt between her legs and licked his tongue over her dripping pussy. He inhaled her scent and could feel himself growing impossibly harder. He moaned in response to her cries, and gripped her thighs, drawing blood from them as he squeezed his nails into her flesh. “Merrick, please, I need you…” She pleaded between gasps of pleasure. Her body was on fire and she needed his coolness desperately. He glanced up at her and smiled widely, baring his fangs, waiting to see her reaction. He kept his smile as he moved up her body, positioning himself between her legs. She blinked, then wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him closer to her. He could feel himself at her opening and slowly thrust into her, trying as hard as he cold to be careful with her. He knew she was still sore from her encounter with the drunken man earlier that evening. He sighed as her warmth enveloped him. Her body stretched painfully then relaxed as he withdrew himself a bit. He watched her face as he slowly thrust in and out of her and smiled when she bit her lip, suppressing a moan. “Don’t hold back, let it out,” He whispered before kissing her. She tightened her hold on him and dug her nails into his back. She was surprised at the immense pleasure she got from hearing his low growl. She was dripping all over him and her body molded itself around his thickness. She cried out as his thrusts became harder and deeper. Her back arched off the bed and she whimpered as he lowered his head and sucked at her hard nipples. She didn’t think pleasure like this was real and she certainly never knew she’d find it from him. Merrick continued his thrusting. Her breasts were warm and soft in his mouth and they reddened as he scraped his fangs lightly against them. Their moans filled the large room and urged him to keep going. He could feel his balls tighten as they filled with his cum. But to make this perfect, he needed one thing from her. She panted as she neared climax and frowned at him as he lifted his head from her breast. As she watched him, his eyes deepened to a red so dark they looked almost black. She knew what he wanted and was willing to give him anything at this point, as long as he didn’t stop thrusting into her. She nodded before he could speak and shook her head. Her dark mane splayed on the pillow under her head and she closed her eyes as she waited, slowly raising her hips to his as his attention was torn. His body had slowed as his gaze settled on her exposed throat. He could smell her blood there and see the blue veins that ran up and down her neck. When she nodded, he grinned. He had renewed vigor and picked up the pace of his thrusting. There was no more care about how tender he needed to be, but it seemed as though she didn’t care. She called his name as his slammed into her again and again, and drew his head to her throat. He kissed the soft skin, then licked it, tasting her sweat. He could control it no more; he lowered his fang into her skin and growled as she cried out again. His fangs withdrew slightly to allow a steady blood flow and he drank the sweet nectar as it poured out of her. He was aware of her climax as she screamed and her body convulsed around him over and over. He growled again and thrust hard into her once before his own hot seed shot out of him and spilled out of her. She raised her hips still, gripping his arms and getting dizzy from the loss of blood. She whispered his name hoarsely and felt him release his hold on her. He was still hard inside her, still thrusting slowly. She looked weak, spent. She looked happy. Half closed green eyes looked up at him and her small hand went to the wound on her neck. She lifted up to kiss him, struggling with the effort and smiled as she tasted her own blood on his lips. She whined softly as he broke their kiss, but saw that he had cut a small wound in his wrist and was offering it to her. “You need this to live. Trust me,” He held the back of her head as she slowly licked at his blood before sucking hard on his wrist. The dark curtains were drawn and he lie down next to her sleeping form. He no longer needed to protect her as payment to her father. He would protect her now because he loved her and was finally able to realize this and felt what it was like to be loved in return. Unexpected Passions This is a work of fiction. The names of the people and companies are all fictional and not intended to neither be similar to, nor exploit any real names. While it may be fictional, it is based on real life adventures that I have been part of. I welcome constructive criticisms and of course, all the accolades you would care to bestow. Please enjoy my story. * Prologue: Marla was getting ready for the evening. Wrapped in her bathrobe, she sat stoically in front of the dressing mirror carefully applying her makeup. Between small applications, she watched in the mirror as her husband William tied his tie and sipped the last of his coffee. William was a senior executive in a multinational and was away on business quite a bit, so Marla enjoyed the occasional company conventions that allowed for wives to come along. They always made a point of attending the annual Vegas trip, even though much of William's time would be monopolized by company business. William made it a point to keep business to a minimum during the opening ball so that he and Marla could spend a romantic evening together, or as much romance as was practical at a company convention. They needed this time together. While there had been the normal problems and pressures of marriage and children and the somewhat extra tensions that executive management brought along, they had always managed to keep themselves together while many of their friends had divorced and remarried. They enjoyed a good but not overly imaginative sex life, though lately William had been having problems with maintaining an erection. Marla attributed this to the pressures of his business plus the fact that age was beginning to set in. He was, after all, five years older than her 48 and carrying maybe thirty pounds more than he should. Then the phone rang. Marla knew what that would mean. She saw Williams eyes look to hers before he lifted the phone. "Yes." He answered. "I see." Came the terse reply. "Yes it is an inconvenience. I was actually planning on a quiet evening with my wife." That last comment came out rather clipped and somewhat surprised Marla when she heard it. He usually wasn't so blunt with his boss! "I know, but you will owe me for this." There was a pained expression on his face as he looked over at Marla. "Its McGuire", that was all he needed to say. McGuire was one of the company's biggest suppliers and unfortunately a supplier of some rather key materials. They had tried to wean themselves off of McGuire's Tool and Die, but always came back to him. His parts were well made and didn't break down with anywhere near the frequency of his rivals. Fair as he was in his dealings with William's company, he was a shrewd negotiator and fiercely tenacious once he had an idea in his head. William had a knack for dealing with the man. This would of course mean a very good bonus for William, but also that he wouldn't be back until the wee hours of the morning, until the negotiations where completed. Once, he had been involved in negotiations with the man for over three straight days. "I'll be back when I can", he told her, "but I wouldn't wait up." That told her that he thought it would be a long session. "Oh William, I was so looking forward to this ball!" "I know, but you can still go if you want." "And be the center of that rather gruesome clique of yours? I think not!" Marla despised the group of 'friends' that William had. They were all senior executives of companies that were not rivals with William's so made friendships based on rank and privileges rather than business needs. Marla knew that William needed friends in his own rank level, but didn't like the men and women of this group. Unlike William, they had no scruples. They were all on second if not third marriages, and had snagged trophy wives/husbands for themselves based on their relative wealth. A few had divorced just for the purpose of attaining that trophy spouse! The men were tough negotiators and rather cynical, while the women were shrewish and rather hard bitten! All of them had gotten were they were in life through hardship and sheer determination. Just as William had, the difference was they showed it in their demeanour expecting all to kowtow to them whenever they needed something. She knew why he enjoyed, in fact needed their company, but she didn't have to like them. "Besides, they are always hitting on me when you are there, even in their spouse's presence! Can you imagine what it would be like without you there?" He laughed. "I know you can handle yourself around them. They won't be able to do anything you don't want them too." He said with a gleam in his eye. She smiled up at him. "But what if I do want them to do something!" She asked with a wicked grin. He walked over and kissed her hand. "I haven't been of much use to you lately have I?" He asked her. She quickly jumped up and spun to her husband. "William, that's not what I..." "Shhh." He whispered, his fingers coming to her lips. "I know. I promise to see my doctor when we get back. But in the meantime, you should go and enjoy the party. And if anything should happen...I won't ask any questions..." "WILLIAM!" She was stunned and shocked by the suggestion. Once again his fingers came up to her lips. "It's been very frustrating lately for you, I know. We were looking forward to this evening, even though it would likely have proved just as frustrating. Even without the sex, we could be together, cuddling and being romantic." Tears brimmed in her eyes now as she thought of what he was saying. "But the reality is, I will likely be in negotiations for quite some time. This is the first time that David has ever called me this early to the negotiations and that tells me that McGuire has his dander up. That means this trip is a right off as far as we are concerned, though it probably means a very good bonus for me!" "We have enough wealth." She said, pulling him to her for a hug. "I'd rather have time with you." "I have a lot of leave saved up, we will go somewhere, just the two of us...once I've seen the doctor of course!" The last was said with a rather impish grin. She smiled in spite of herself. "I'd like that." "It's a date. In the meantime, go to the ball. Dance and enjoy yourself. You don't have to hang out with my clique if you don't want to, and I promise...I won't ask any questions no matter how late you are. After all, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!'" He gave her a tight hug and a tender kiss and walked out the door. Marla stood in stunned silence. Her husband's words reverberated through her mind, pushing her thoughts in different directions. Her heart raced and her breathing was coming in short spurts. Am I actually thinking about doing something? She asked herself. She realized that she was! But it's not going to be with anyone from that clique! She assured herself. Marla quickly finished her makeup and then went to look at her selection of dresses. She had meant to wear one of William's favourite evening gowns, but quickly discarded that choice. It was too 'safe' for what she wanted! The white satin gown caught her eye. Perfect! She thought. She pulled a thin garter belt and sensual silk hose from her suitcase and slipped them on then the white satin French cut panties and the dress. She finished it off with a simple gold chain and earrings and gold coloured open toed high-heeled sandals. A look in the mirror brought a smile to her lips. At 48 she had the figure of a woman half her age. Her long, naturally blond hair had just been trimmed and set earlier that evening. The halter style satin dress hugged her curves in all the right ways, leaving her back and shoulders bare. It plunged deeply between her breasts the thin straps clipped neatly behind her neck. Her breasts were firm, she didn't need nor could she wear a bra with this dress. The thought of potentially being naughty made her nipples pop out. They stood out proudly under the thin material. The dress was cut in such a way as to make it look like she wasn't wearing lingerie, which was good, as she didn't want the lines of the garters and belt to show. It stooped on a long angled cut from the midpoint above her left knee, high enough to occasionally show off the welt at the top of her hose. It angled down to the mid-point of her lower right leg, leaving her sheer hose and stylish gold coloured high heels showing. She liked the shoes; the stiletto heels gave her height while the thin straps made the shoes look gossamer. The only thing she could wish for, she sighed, was a few more inches in height. Even in her heels, she only came to just over 5'2" in height. She grabbed her clutch and headed to the ballroom. Seduction: Alex stood talking with Tom, a new member of their clique. Alex was a little intimidated by Tom. He was six foot tall, dark haired and very handsome, five years younger than the groups mean average of 50 and very fit! Here was a man with scruples who had yet risen to the same rank as the rest of their clique. In fact, had risen higher as he had just been made a VP of his company. Alex was a senior executive of sales in his company and was waiting to be announced the company's VP of Sales. It irked him that Tom got VP before him. He was usually the first in the group to do things or receive promotions. At 48, he was one of the younger members of the group, but had a reputation of a quick temper that had gotten himself into trouble throughout his career. Especially when he was balked in his desires. One didn't cross Alex lightly! The other members of the clique were huddled together or standing around their table chatting quietly. You knew instantly who was a member and who wasn't... Each of the eight men and six women present where high-powered executives. Their companies did not always do business with each other, but their paths crossed often enough that they had become friends of sorts, if not openly friendly with each other. Their wives/husbands were all younger than the principle members and each was stunningly beautiful/handsome. While some of these 'trophies' were quite intelligent, most were there simply for their looks and knew it. Tonight they all looked like they had just stepped of the runways of the world, each modeling a beautiful creation that showed off their bodies with stunning effect! Tom himself was divorced but was currently free, 'not having had the time to search for a wife yet'. His ex had given him two children but had balked at the amount of time he spent away on business. The constant pressures of the job had finally resulted in divorce, which had been completed less than two months back. He was no longer just 'separated'. Alex was looking forward to introducing Tom to William. They were of a pair and he was sure they would get along. Alex happened to be looking toward the door, hoping to see William when Marla entered. She took his breath away. Her chosen outfit set off her beauty flawlessly. She saw the clique and started to turn away, then pause. With determination, she marched over toward the group. Tom saw the direction of Alex's gaze and turned to see what had caught his attention. The woman that was coming towards them was about his age, though looked much younger. Golden flags of hair flapped in the breeze of her passage, flouncing to the measured beat of her determined stride. It surrounded her face like the main of a lion pushed back by the pressure of the moving air. The air pressed her gown against her body, displaying yet hiding her stunning form. Her left knee alternately appeared and disappeared into the folds of her dress and, occasionally, there was a peak of the welt at the top of her hose. There was something vital and lively about her that the 'trophies' of this clique just couldn't match. Tom was in awe. Marla saw the clique and had not intended to go to them tonight, but decided on the spur of the moment to tell them that William was indisposed. Besides, she wanted to hear them make their pitch for her only to turn them down. As she approached the group she saw a new person standing beside Alex. He was very good looking, and had an air about him that reminded her of William. A new member then, she determined. The other members of the clique saw her approach and joined Alex and Tom. Marla came to a halt just in front of them. "Hello Marla. Where is William?" Cynthia asked. Cynthia was, until Tom's entrance, the youngest member of the group at 47. A senior executive in a law firm that dealt with multinationals, she knew each member of the group from business dealings. She had helped them all do business abroad and was well respected in the business community. Rumour had it, though, that she got her position through the use of other 'positions'. Though beautiful, there was just something about the look in her eye that told others of her cynical outlook on life. She was a woman who was used to getting whatever she wanted and was known to go into huge fits of temper when she couldn't. She was also rumoured to have several boy toys despite having a gorgeous husband. "William has been called way by his boss. He will not likely be attending tonight." As soon as Marla said this, all of the men smiled at her, leaning toward her. She knew what was coming. "So your 'available' tonight." Alex quipped as he reached toward her. Her cold glare froze him in place. "If you so much as touch the hem of my dress Alex, I shall rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody stump!" Immediately all of the men leant back into their previous positions. Only Tom hadn't moved, in either direction. Marla's eyebrow arched upwards as she looked at him. "And who is this?" She asked of no one in particular. "This is Tom," Alex replied, "a new member of our little group. She's quite a dish isn't she Tom?" Tom turned his head slowly to Alex. The look of utter contempt he gave the man shocked Marla. The members of this group were used to the kinds of things they did and never censored any of the other members no matter what they might say or do. So she was pleasantly surprised to see this rather aggressive stance from the new man. Alex looked around for support and found none. Their smug looks told him he would have to deal with this on his own. He lowered his head in submission, something he was not very keen on doing. Marla knew there would be repercussions later. The members of this clique held grudges a long time, though truth be told, they would forgive all in the pursuit of business. Which is why these people still stayed together. Tom turned his face back to Marla. A slight smile played around the edges of his lips. He reached out for her hands and, inexplicably, she gave them to him. Tom opened his arms wide, forcing hers to open as well. His eyes travelled slowly up and down her body. He dropped the hand she held her clutch in and lifted the other high and with gentle pressure signalled her to turn in place. Her hand held in his over her head, she started to spin, but was abruptly stopped by his strong fingers. She knew instinctively that he wanted her to turn slowly. She complied. Tom watched as the woman's body was revealed to them. He took in the pert breasts, with protruding nipples under the satiny sheath. He saw the play of her hips and buttocks, swaying as she gently pirouetted, and the occasional line of a garter beneath the cloths. He saw the back of the dress plunging almost to the top of her ass, and her breasts trying to spill out of the sides. The long hair reached halfway down her back and beautifully framed her expressive face. He looked into the soft wells of her hazel eyes as she turned back to face him and smiled at her. "This is no dish," he stated in a deeply resonant voice, "this is a feast, a feast fit for a king." Suddenly he was down on one knee, his head bent. He raised his eyes up to look at hers. "Where that I was a king and nay a knave that I could partake in such a feast as thee." Marla didn't know what to say, what to do. To say that she was surprised was an understatement. She looked down into the deep blue twinkling eyes and knew that he meant every word he had spoken. She saw the looks of the men and women standing around behind him. They too where surprised, more than half with their mouths hanging open. She had never, ever seen any of them at a loss for words, but like her, this night they were! Suddenly Tom was standing, looking directly into her eyes. He pulled her hands up to his mouth and softly kissed the knuckles of each hand. His right hand moved over and cupped her cheek. "I would give up my soul to spend the hour before my death with you, knowing that I had been in paradise before I died." Marla knew, that like most women, she liked being complimented, but she had no idea how to take this kind of prose! She didn't know whether to laugh outright, giggle in shyness or snort in scorn! He leaned forward and gently kissed each of her cheeks, then softly kissed her lips. There was no tension in the kiss, no pressure for more, no pretence of an excuse for having his lips on hers. It was an open invitation that she could reject or accept as she willed. This is the one! She thought and immediately began blushing. Tom saw the flush colour her skin and his smile broadened. She noted the boyish charm that he exuded when he smiled. Oh ya! This is definitely the one! She saw the curious expression on the faces of the men and women behind him. She looked into each of their eyes and every one of them broke contact first looking away from her piercing glare. Patricia, the matriarch of the group at 55, gave her a little wink before promptly turning away. Marla heard the music start behind her. They were playing a selection somewhere between a fast beat and a slow one that you could dance different styles to. Still holding his hand, she turned and pulled him onto the dance floor. They were the first couple on the floor that night. The two started moving to the beat, hips moving and hands twisting in the air. Their eyes were locked onto each other's as they moved rhythmically back and forth. When one would smile, the other would return it. She watched him through the lashes of her eyes, smiling coquettishly at him. His smile brought out his dimples. Her heart fluttered every time he did something new. A new song started and this one was a foxtrot. Tom took her hands and led her around the floor. He was an excellent dancer. She always did like to dance with William. Tom too could dance. More and more people came out on the floor as they moved around. Despite the press, they only had eyes for each other, yet he skilfully managed to avoid other couples. They gently bobbed and twisted in a rolling sea of couples. They lost track of time as the music swept them through the dance. A slow song came up and Tom opened his jacket. She placed her head against his chest and held him tight. She could smell the expensive cologne mixed with his manly scent. It was intoxicating. His hands came down completely around her. She expected him to trail his hands up and down her naked back. Instead, they came to rest and trailed up and down; each hand on her opposite arm. The silky material of his expensive suit slid sensually over her back as his hands moved slowly, gently caressing her arms. She felt herself shiver in unexpected pleasure. In the last song in the set of three, Tom leaned down and gently kissed her. She hugged him harder and reached her arms up around his neck. The intensity of that kiss gained in strength the longer they held it. Mouths were opened. Tongues engaged, twisting and turning...jousting with each other. Hearts beat faster. Breathing became harder. Lips burned with the heat of their mounting passion. Unexpected Passions Marla felt like she was floating on air as he held her tightly to him. She felt his hands on her lower back...on the cheeks of her ass. The sound of her heart in her ears became louder and louder. She could barley hear the music. Their movement had come to an almost complete stop as the kiss deepened. She could feel the heat of her passion slowly coming to a boil. Her curvy body was pressed against the hard muscles of his. She could feel the distinctive edge of his pecs, the rippled abdomen, and suddenly another muscle forming! She wasn't shocked nor surprised by the rise she felt. His own arousal was making hers all the hotter! Abruptly the music, and the moment, ended. Passion: They found themselves at the edge of the dance floor near the door and the open bar. Taking her hand, they stepped up onto the carpet. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked her. "Some wine please." He stared at her for a moment. There was a hunger in his eyes that frightened yet aroused her. She knew that if she looked into a mirror, she would see the same hunger reflected back. He took her hand and kissed it. "Would you like that wine here, or in my suit?" he asked her. The words came out soft, gentle. He did not beg, nor command. But the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, told her he wanted her. She thought for a moment, looked into his deep blue eyes, then took his hand and led him out the door and into the foyer. They walked hand in hand down the length of the grand hall to the back of the hotel and the bank of elevators. He pushed her up against the cold mirror and she arched her back away from it pushing herself into him. She was pleased to feel that his arousal was still apparent. They kissed all the way up to his floor and did not end it until the door opened and another couple began to get on. Marla was embarrassed only for a moment. She looked into the kindly eyes of a slightly older woman who smiled gently at her and gave her a wink. Blushing, Marla pulled Tom from the elevator. He steered her down the hall to his door. With a magicians flourish, he held out the key card for her to use. She knew that he was offering one last opportunity for her to call this off, to walk away with no consequences. She was truly touched by the gesture. She smilingly accepted the card and keying the door, pushed it open and dragged him inside. Automated lighting illuminated the short hallway as she pushed him up against the wall. Before the door had even 'snicked' closed, she had his jacket down and off his arms. They came together for a hungry kiss. He pulled her close, trapping her arms within his as his tongue sought out hers. She fought to free her arms and pulled his tie off, then started unbuttoning his shirt. In moments his shirt was hanging from his waist and cuffs. She paused to look at his torso, to glide her hands over his well-formed abs and pecs. Her fingers brushed through the hair on his chest as she smiled up at him. She liked what she saw. He pulled her close once more, their passion mounting as their kiss progressed. She trailed her hand down his arm and opened the cufflink holding his cuff closed. With an impish smile, she slipped it into his pants pocket, gently brushing his erection. She giggled as she heard him suck in his breath. The other cufflink was soon in the other pocket with another quick rub. She pulled on his shirt trying to free it from the waistband of his trousers. It was impossible to pull out. She looked up at him with a smile and slowly began to undue his belt. She opened the front of his trousers and the shirt came free. He was wearing blue silk boxers and his rampant cock slide out of the hole. All action stopped as she was momentarily taken aback by the sight of it. It was about as long as William's but much thicker, and of course hard. But the reality of having it suddenly appear before her, before she was ready to reach for it, gave her pause for thought. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to go further and have sex with this man? Was she ready for the repercussions? Tom reached out and caught her elbows. "We can stop if you want." He told her quietly. "No pressure, no strings, I'll have you willingly or not at all. I would not force myself on any woman." Marla was truly touched by his sincere remarks. Here was a man that could take her now and she wouldn't complain about it. She knew that she was ready for him that she would not think of the consequences in the heat of the moment. She also knew that he was aware that those consequences would reach back to her later, long after this night was over... She reached up and touched his face. She leaned up on tiptoes and gave him a small kiss. "Thank-you for thinking of my needs. A lot of men wouldn't once they had gotten this far." He smiled at her and kissed the palm of her hand. "I'm ready," she told him. He reached behind her neck and unsnapped the straps of her dress. He pulled down the front of it and saw her breasts for the first time. Cooing softly, he bent his head and trapped her left nipple in his mouth. He suckled tenderly at first, but harder as his passion mounted. Marla arched her back to push more of her tit into his mouth. She could feel spasms in her belly. It seemed like her nipple was hot wired directly to her clit, as the more he sucked the hotter and wetter she became! Tom moved from one breast to the other, licking, tasting, sucking, and nibbling on her flesh. Marla's hands roamed over the back of his head softly caressing his hair and neck. She was quickly reaching a heated peak. Tom's hand slid down her back and pulled on the tab of her zipper. The dress slipped off her hips and puddle at her feet. He looked down at her exposed body and moaned in admiration. He started to move downwards, but she stopped him and knelt before him. She removed his shoes and socks, slipped his pants down his legs and off, and found herself starring at his naked cock. She took it in her hands and slowly stroked it. She revelled in the heat of it, the thickness of it, and the hardness of it. Oh the hardness of it! After so many months of problems with William, it was nice to hold a hard dick in her hands once more. For a fleeting instant this made her feel somewhat sad, but then she remembered her husband's last words to her that evening. She reached up and pulled Tom's boxers down, leaving him naked before her. Tom pulled her up and knelt in his turn before her. He traced his mouth over her garter belt, over the top of her panties, along the length of her left hip to the welt of her hose. He inched his way over the welt to the inside of her thigh and up to the gusset of her white satin panties. He felt her stomach flutter as his lips brushed the inside of her crotch. Slowly, he inched his hands up the outside of her legs to the top of her panties and just as slowly inched it down her hips. He let it go as it moved past the widest part of her hips and watched as it gently slid down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of the panties and took a pace backwards so that he could get a good look at her nudity. She liked the sound of his purr. Tom stood and lifted her into his arms. He moved down the short hallway into the open living room. Automated lights softly illuminated the expanse. Marla was impressed. This was definitely a luxury suit! She had time to see the large expanse of windows, the sunken hot tub, the stairs leading up to the next level, and a full kitchen, before he deposited her on a soft leather couch. Unhurried, he kissed her. His hands slowly slid over her body, taking stock of her shape, her form. He enjoyed the firm roundness of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts. The toned muscles of her legs. He kissed everything he touched, and more. Soon, his head found its way between her legs, as he tasted her for the first time. Primed from the constant state of arousal, Marla's passion soared at the touch of his lips. She cried out in pleasure as he his tongue moved through and into her slit. Tom tasted the salty sweet slipperiness of her excretions as her wetness began to flow. Her hips moved to keep him locked against her sex. Her hands pulled on his head, pressing him against her. She arched her back and cried out from the pleasure he was giving her. He felt her stiffen, then begin to shake as her orgasm overwhelmed her. William had become a consummate cunt lapper in the last few months, but Marla's body reacted to the newness of this man, the illicit nature of this union, the unexpected heat and pleasure he was giving her. She felt herself getting wet as his mouth closed over her pussy lips, as his tongue tasted her. She felt him tugging on her lips, ploughing through them with the flatness of his tongue, piercing the heart of her sex with the pointed tip. He might not be as skilled as William but he was pretty dam good all the same! Her juices flowed, then gushed as she quickly reached a surprise peak. The heat from her crotch flooded her body and in turn she flooded his mouth. Tom opened his mouth and sucked in all of what she had to offer. He licked as quickly as he could, all that seeped from her opening. The more he licked, the more she had to offer! She pushed her sex hard into his face, burbling incoherently in her excitement. Her orgasm was long and hard. Just as suddenly as it started, her orgasm ended. The tension left her body and she collapsed back onto the couch. Tom rose up over her and pressed his hard body against hers. He kissed her softly as he manoeuvred himself into position. She tasted herself on his lips. She softly licked her juices from his face. She felt his hardness press against her centre and knew the moment was at hand. Both his hands cradled her face. He raised himself up slightly and asked her if she was sure? Closing her eyes, she nodded her head. He felt her heels come up against his buttocks. Her knees spread wide and her feet pressed him downwards. He slid forward and slowly entered her welcoming embrace. She gasped as the head popped into her cunt. He was much thicker than her husband! He paused briefly at the sound, but she pressed harder with her heels. He continued to ease forward. He came to a point at which he couldn't force himself further. She groaned out loud as he came to a stop and slid backwards. She groaned even louder as he once more moved forward! Back and forth he moved steadily, penetrating a little deeper with each thrust. She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his as his stomach finally arrived at her pubs. He was pressed up hard against her crotch. She could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his prick inside her pussy. Feel the answering swelling of her cunt as it gently squeezed him in time to the pulsed of her heart. They held each other tightly for several seconds before they began to move again. He went from dead still to flat out in one thrust, moving hard and fast between her legs. She growled in pleasure as he humped against her, bumping her hard with the impact of each thrust. Their bodies were on fire and they needed a dose of liquid to cool themselves, only this liquid would be thick and hot! They moved in unison, in counterpoint, toward their necessary completion. Their skin flushed with the heat of their passion, sweet sweat broke out on their bodies, dripping from his onto hers. Cries of pleasure split the night as they reached their peak. "Tell me when!" he growled. She worked herself harder as she heard his plea. She was almost there and wanted him with her! She pushed hard against him, feeling his cock drive deep within her, feeling the heat spurred on by his mounting ardour. The pressure built inside her until she couldn't contain it any longer... "Now!! Oh God! Now!" With an answering growl he pushed himself harder and faster against her. She felt herself let go. Her cunt squeezed him hard. It was all he needed. She felt him swell within her and a hot blast of heat suddenly flowed into her cunt. Her heart stopped beating. She couldn't breath. Powerful surges of lightning seemed to pulse from her pussy to her brain. Bold flashes of colour exploded behind her closed eyelids. She held him tight as she felt another burst of heat enter her body. She heard his guttural cry as he pulsed within her. She answered with a cry of her own, their voices harmonizing in a duet as old as time. They collapsed together. She sucked in large lungfuls of air as her heart thudded within her breast. They moaned together softly as they slowly came down from their high. They kissed softly. She stroked his head gently as he lay on top of her. She felt his heart slowing in time with hers. She felt his hand gently stroking her hair. She felt content for the first time in a long while. She felt his weight on hers and it began to bother her, as he was heavy! With a groan she pushed at him and he rolled off of her and promptly fell onto the floor. They shared a surprised look. She saw him lying naked on the floor. His sweaty body, his hair matted to his chest and groin, his wet, semi-hard cock lying across his thigh. She giggled at him and with a growl he reached up and pulled her down on top of him. She shrieked and giggled as she wound up on him, knees on either side of his body. Her face was on his stomach, her breasts against his groin. She could feel him moving against her tits as his cock reacted to her presence! She kissed his stomach, and then pushed her self back slightly, bringing her mouth down to his cock. She took the hardening flesh between her lips and tasted him. He tasted of her juices and his seamen. She opened wider and took more of him into her mouth. It had been a long while since she had a strange cock to play with; since before her marriage as she had been, up to now, a faithful wife. She savoured the taste of strange cock, of strange cum. She licked languidly along the length of his shaft, along his balls and groin, slowly lapping up all of the flavour left on him. Soon he was rigid once again, and clean... With a soft smile she looked up at him. He reached down and pulled her up over him kissing her gently. Her body began to heat up again, his own was responding to hers. She felt his cock stirring against her nest. Oh God! She thought. So Soon! His hands moved around her and began to caress her back. She loved the warmth he gave off as he held her like this. She could feel the tip of his prick pressing against her crotch. She began to move around slightly letting it find her opening. When it did, she pressed back and let it slide into her. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips upwards and she sank down onto him. Between the two of them, he was deeply seated in her with their first unified thrust! Having sated their desperate need, this union was much more slow, much more tender. Marla felt herself building slowly to a gentle orgasm. She felt the soft waves of pleasures sweep over her as they rocked rhythmically together. She peaked, and fell and peaked again as they made love. Finally she could take no more and rose up over him, pushing the speed and depth of their penetration. He reached up with his hands to play with her breasts sending tingles of pleasure throughout her body. She felt herself peaking again and knew this one was going to be a biggy! She began to rock more urgently above him and he went with her, pressing himself upward into her body with more force and speed. Their cries harmonized as their bodies meshed together. Their needs built until finally they came together with what seemed like explosive force! Marla sat rigid atop Tom as she felt his cum blasting into her depths! She pressed hard down onto him, sealing the entrance to her cunt on the base of his cock! She felt his cock swelling as each spurt of cum rocketed up his shaft and into her body. The heat spread deep within her as more and more of his sperm was spat from the tip of his cock. With a finally groan she folded down onto his chest and sucked in a deep draught of much needed air. His strong arms wound around her and held her tightly to him as he pulsed once more within her. She could hear her hammering heart and feel the strong pulse of his own as she lay across his chest. Her cunt was spasming rhythmically as her racing heart tried to slow down. It gripped his gently softening cock and held it tightly until, with a soft pop, it shrank and slipped from within her body's grip. She stayed with him for the rest of the night, not leaving until they had watched the sun rising through the large windows of his room. Epilogue: She road the elevator to her floor smiling to herself as she recalled the pleasures she had just taken part in. The door opened and she stepped out, stopping as she saw him standing at the door to their room. He held a bottle of champagne, a box of chocolates, and two glasses in his hands attempting to juggle them and open the door. He abruptly stopped what he was doing as he saw Marla in the hallway. He took in the dishevelled appearance of her hair, the uncertainty in her eye as she looked down the short span of the hallway at him. He smiled reassuringly at her and managing to open door, held it wide for her. Without saying a word, they moved to the bed where he opened her dress and let it fall to the floor. For the second time since last night, a man was removing her dress from her, only this time it was her husband... He took in the small marks on her neck and breasts, the bruised look of her nipples, the redness and stickiness at her crotch, the missing panties that she never ever went without. Her hair around her face and at her crotch was matted, as if she had had something sticky clumping there. He could easily surmise what that would be. True to his word, he never asked a question. He held her nakedness to him and kissed her softly, tasting another man on her lips. It astonished him for a moment, but also helped arouse him. He popped the cork on the champagne as she slowly helped remove his cloths. She was pleased to see some response from his dick. They lay on the bed, drinking the champagne and gently stoking each other's bodies. "McGuire is retiring and leaving the business to his son." He said without preamble. "As soon as I figured out what was going on, I asked for a long-term deal and got it. McGuire is happy, as that will give his son the chance to establish himself without having to fight other companies. David is happy, as we have a long-term deal at reasonable rates. I am now a Vice-President to be confirmed at the next board meeting." Marla was ecstatic and genuinely happy for her husband! She held him tight to her and felt him stirring between them; she glanced down with a shy smile. Not sure what would happen now that he was aware that she had gotten some that night. He kissed her softly, telling her not to worry, that what happened in Vegas, stays in Vegas. There were genuine tears of joy as she slowly made love to her husband...