11 comments/ 40828 views/ 21 favorites Meeting Robby By: Stella_Omega Sunday Morning in early March. I joined the regulars for coffee after a disappointing Saturday night; I hate to be part of a closing crowd, and so I'd left the Paradise Bar with fifteen minutes to go before the bitter end. It's my age, I suppose. As fine as I know myself to be at thirty-five, I just don't feel like competing at singles bars any more. So there I was, listening to the morning-after banter about the night before: Who did, who didn't, who got lucky, who got away. "How about you, Elaine?" someone asked. "No, I didn't find what I was looking for," I admitted. "You didn't, baby? Well, maybe you weren't looking the right way." The quiet, husky voice was so close to my ear that it sounded like it was inside my head. I swung around— and stared into the green eyes of an angel. A boy not much more than nineteen, those eyes belonged to, along with a tip-tilted nose, rosy mouth curved into a mischievous smile, golden skin and a mop of blond hair cut in one of those half-shaved hairstyles so popular on the campuses. "My name's Robby," the cherub said. "Can I call you Lainie? 'Cause you sure don't look like no E -- e -- laine to me, Baby." And he licked his lips at me. "Mmnn." Those lips were much too close. I pulled back to get a better look at him, but in the middle of winter it's hard to see much more than a person's taste in sweaters. His was an old white cableknit. He perched on the stool next to me, dangling long slender legs clad in faded Levis and high top tennies. The creature, meanwhile, was eyeing me, too. "I saw you, at the Paradise last night," he said. "I was gonna come get you, and you disappeared. What did you do, leave early? I was heartbroken, baby -- you just broke my heart." He shook his head sadly. Three things occurred to me. One was that, however fine a woman I am, I don't usually get teenage succubi staring sweetly into my eyes with no effort on my part. Another was that this kid had more than kissed the Blarney stone: He must have chewed a piece right off. And thirdly, if he'd been at the Paradise last night, I would have known it. That cornsilk hair of his would have drawn my eye -- and the Paradise doesn't allow minors, in any case. "I didn't see you," was my brilliant retort. "Yeah, you were looking the wrong way," he grinned. "If you looked back by the blue wall, you'd have seen me okay." I thought back, puzzled. That corner has its own crowd. Women mostly, they keep to themselves and don't exactly welcome men into their space... Oh. "Surprised?" Robby chuckled. "I could'a kept you fooled, right up until I got you home, but I believe in honesty, you know? So, I'm a woman -- but not the woman you are, baby." "...Robby?" The female version of the boy looked to be about twenty-five. "Roberta. My daddy's ego was as big as the sea." She made an expansive gesture. "Ooh, Lainie... I want you so bad." "That line never works," I said, irritated. Her father had passed on his ego to his daughter, in my estimation. Those eyes, however, burned with the same fire they'd had before the deception was unveiled. "Yeah, it works," she said. "it works all the time -- because it ain't a line. I want you, I want you. It's the truth. I was watching you all night. You scared me so bad I couldn't talk to you... And then I get my courage together and you're gone... I'm riding by some damned cafe next morning and there you are. So I get a second chance. Come with me now, baby? No sweat, I swear. If you change your mind, you can walk right out, I won't raise a hand to stop you. I can make you so happy... Or I'll die trying." She cocked her head at me to see how this went down. In spite of myself I was intrigued. Her voice still sounded like a boy's, and no man had ever declared himself to me in such passionate words. I leaned back. "Talk to me," I suggested. That got a glint out of the green eyes and she settled herself to do my bidding. "Lainie, come on. You deserve the best, baby, and that's me. I wanna take your hair out of that braid and strip you out of that suit. What're you wearing a suit for, anyway? It's Sunday morning, baby. You ought to be in the raw, right now, crying in my bed... I could pin you down with one finger, I know just where to put it." There was a lot more along these lines before she paused for breath. I was getting the feeling that she meant it. She surveyed my face, a smile hovering at the corners of her mouth. "I'm getting to you, ain't I? Oh, I can see what you're gonna look like when you come... Oh, god, Lainie, if you don't say "Yes" I'm gonna go down on my knees right here and embarrass the shit out of you." She shifted her weight on the stool. Alarmed, I put out a hand to stop her; she flinched away. "Oh, baby, don't touch me. Just say 'yes', okay?" I could see that she could keep up the patter longer than I could hold out. I was ready for an adventure. My life had gotten so constricted and structured. What was I doing in a suit on a Sunday, anyway? Robbie was right. In fact she was so right, with her fire and ego, her unstoppable demands. I used to do "firsts," eagerly, gladly. I wanted her youth. And besides, she'd almost convinced me, with her promises of heaven. I took a deep breath: "All right, Robbie, I'll say 'Yes.'" She leaned back, satisfied at last. "Ooh," she said, "now everybody can watch me getting lucky. Don't worry about your reputation, I'll be a boy all the way out the door." And she was, I followed, suddenly conscious that everyone was watching me get lucky... and didn't that boy look like jailbait? "Lainie, Lainie Lainie," she chanted, vaulting the three steps down to the pavement, "can I throw my bike into your trunk?" It was a massive, dull black thing. She took a wheel off to make it fit, and set it in as if it were made of gold, producing a bungee cord to secure my trunk lid. In the car she ran out of conversation. But her body took over, fidgeting restlessly in the seat, switching from boy to girl as I glanced over. It was fascinating. Once she looked over at me and grinned shyly. "You make me nervous," she explained. I didn't believe her for one minute, but she was making me feel panicky. All her patter was having its effect on me and I wished she'd start talking again. But that was all I got out of her, except for tersely delivered directions. As I'd surmised, she lived by the university. She'd ridden a long way on a cold morning. Unless she was lying and had gone home with someone in my neighborhood. It was certainly possible... Once we got to her brownstone, and she'd stabled her beast in the hallway,she became gentlemanly, shepherding me up the stairs her hand on my back, and stepping aside to let me enter first. A typical student's apartment, instant nostalgia, with a minimum of furniture and an overload of books. A big desk held a very large computer system, and a weight training machine, black and forbidding, took up a further quarter of the room. But her bedroom had real furniture. A four-poster bed plus an assortment of pieces, that had been made into a suite by the application of wild swirls of color. That, too reminded me of my student days, but for the sure hand and sense of color that emanated from it. I didn't have much time to look at it, however. Robby came and planted herself in front of me, raising her hands to touch my face whisper light, and then to pull the clip out of my hair, shaking it out around my shoulders. "That's better... can I take your coat?" and she helped me out of it, shrugging off her own anorak and took them out of the room. Back she came to me, and laid her fingers on the buttons of my jacket. Suddenly I wasn't so sure... I thought I'd hidden my trepidation, but somehow she knew. She tilted my head up. I let myself drown in her green eyes and met her kiss. She brushed my lips softly with hers. "Anytime you want to leave, baby, don't forget," and some of those amazing promises she'd made flashed through my mind. I unbuttoned the jacket myself. "Oh, my," she sighed. And true to her word, she stripped me out of my suit, piece by piece, expressing with words and kisses the most extravagant awe and delight as she unveiled me. I couldn't even take refuge in disbelief; she was so specific about what she was in love with. My shoulders, my armpits -- she raised my arms high to get at them. My collarbone, her tongue traced a line along it that made it hard to stand up. She loved my bra and made it disappear. She loved my breasts, with her lips and gentle nips of her teeth. I was still standing because she hadn't gotten to my hips yet. Down with the zipper and off with the skirt. Robby didn't approve of my pantyhose, they were in the way. I was willing to see her point. Off they came, and my flats. Robby looked down at them, bemused. "Pappagallo," she said wonderingly. "You don't add up, sugar. On the one hand you're such a prissy little thing. But the look I got from you showed me some kind of fire that was coming all the way from your cunt... Oh, baby, you must just explode in bed— I gotta find out." And she knelt before me and opened her mouth. The first touch of her lips to my clitoris pulled a moan from me that was almost a scream, after the frustrations of the night before, and all her words this morning. And then -- she sucked. She sucked and pulled my clit, my lips, all of it -- into her mouth, I could feel her tongue forcing its way into my insides. It felt huge, and all of the blood in my body was racing towards her sucking mouth... I clutched at her honey hair, silkier than a man's could ever be, the plush of the shaven side a new texture too, and she relented. Still in her jeans and sweater she became a boy again. Her gender shifts were dizzying, and I wanted his -- or her -- body in my view. I tugged at the sweater. She looked up, her mouth smeared with my cream. "You want me to?" she asked, "because you don't have to do anything for me, you know... I can keep 'em on if it helps." "No, Robby, take your clothes off." "All of them?" "Yeah, everything." And suddenly I was on the four-poster, watching her pull the sweater off, and the white tee-shirt that was under it, and wriggle out of her Levis. Naked, she was almost as confusing as she was clothed. Her legs were solid muscle, right up to her buttocks, which were shaped like a woman's. In fact, I realized her whole body was muscle, but shaped differently than the men I'd known. She was shaped like a woman. She looked awesomely strong, a little frightening. The cock and balls I could not stop myself from expecting were, in fact there. She wore a silicone dildo of a kind I'd never seen before, shaped like a flaccid penis, hanging from a small and soft elastic strap. "We don't need nothing like this, huh, sugar?" Robby said, and flipped the rig open and stepped out of it. "Not this time, anyways." Her pubic patch was corngold, straight and fine and seemed more feminine than my dark bush. Her breasts, too, were not the meager things I'd somehow imagined, but lovely, small and firm, and set over massive pectorals. "I lift weights," she explained, grinning. She raised an arm and popped a bicep. "Looks serious," I said. She came over to the bed and surveyed me. "You look serious too, sugar.... Look at you, laying there with your pussy wide open." I made to close my legs, but she stopped me with her hands on my knees. "No darlin', it's too late for that. You are so fine, what have you got to be ashamed of? What do you call it?" "What?" I said breathlessly; her hands were sliding up my inner thighs toward 'it'. "This, baby, what do you call it?" Her hands had found their target and were asking their own questions. "Uh... Vagina?" I had a feeling this wasn't the answer she wanted and I was right. She threw herself over me, resting her considerable weight fully on me. One hand answered my prayers by staying were it was, while the other opened new avenues of inquiry on my neck and breasts. Robby began a language lesson. "Look, baby. Doctors can say vagina -- what you got down there is your cunt." She grinned at my look of distaste. "Cu -- uunnt... Oh, you prissy little princess, you're a cunt. Yes, you are, you're a cooze." Her fingers demonstrated the words' meanings. "You think you got it all down, but you ain't fooling me, bitch -- let's hear you say it." "Ummf!" Her mouth covered mine, her tongue sliding down my throat. Her mouth wasn't letting me say anything, and I was pretty sure I didn't like what was happening at all -- wasn't this the kind of thing that lesbians are supposed to hate about men? I'd never had a man try to bully me this way. I pushed at her angrily until she raised her weight off me a little. "What the hell are you doing?" I panted. Oh, those angel eyes... "You don't like it? That ain't what your cunt is telling me." My cunt was wholly in agreement with her, I realized. "You're getting hotter and wetter by the second, baby. Let's hear it now, say 'I'm a cunt.'" "Oh, Robby...." She rolled us over, pulling me down on top of her, her fingers never stopping their pulsating rhythm. "Get up a little," she murmured. I lifted my hips for her. "Why should I say..." There was more to say, but it wasn't verbal. There was a big question that was about to be answered. I clung to her, the new feeling of breasts against mine, and then her teeth at my nipple... and then suddenly it wasn't working anymore. The burn damped down to a lower heat. I could feel her fingers, but not the pounding rhythm of life they'd been giving me. I ground against her hand trying to find it, and she chuckled. "Blackmail," she said voluptuously, and her fingers gave me a taste to prove it. I groaned. "I got you in the palm of my hand, baby. Come on, Lainie... Take that word back from the men, sweet girl, make it yours again, that's what I want you to do. It comes from the same root as 'center', did you know that? It's a sacred word, Cunt, and Cooze is a Swahili word, from the very same root. The bastards been taking it from us." Her hand keeping me centered. "Where are you now, Lainie? In your center?" "In my cunt," I said. She sighed in satisfaction, her fingers beginning... but not quite. "Now, Lainie." Goddamn the bullying, foulmouthed bitch. I didn't want to think. But think I did, and it took less time than it's taking to write this down, about how she was right, about the power that was stolen from me when I let my head take over all the thinking... About the hunk that had been stroking my ass the night before but left with a girl ten years my junior. Who was I, sitting with my hands in my lap, watching him go? If I'd been listening to my cunt, goddamn it, I'd have had his balls in my hand twenty minutes before that. And a man with his pants wide open and everything hanging out of them is going to think twice about leaving the table. All right. I knew now what she wanted. She was going to get it, in spades. I pulled myself up, to crouch over her on my hands and knees. Her green eyes widened; I was a tigress, I was going to eat her up I was going to reclaim my rights, and I was going to start right there. She loved it. "I, Am, A, Cunt," I said into her face. "I'm a bitch and you want me. And you're going to make me happy or die trying." Her eyes went hazy and half lidded. "I'm gonna die happy, Darlin'." She always gets the last word. There weren't any words from me, as her hands showed me what they could really do, no fooling around. My hands and knees position collapsed, we rolled over again, on my back like a bitch should be, spread as wide as I could for her. Her finger on my clit kept me pinned down, just as she had promised. I loved her for keeping her promises. Her husky boy's voice whimpering in response to mine, urging me to come again, come on baby, I won't stop, don't worry.... "Shut up," I gasped. I needed her mouth for other things, I told her so, words get her. All I needed was her tongue stabbing into my cunt, flickering across my clit, her finger slipping, oh, god, into my asshole, and everything, everything .... She climbed up to lay down beside me, being gentle. I turned to her and hugged her fiercely, the body both alien and familiar with its muscular back and and soft breasts. Kissing her I tasted myself and went wild, lapping at her face to clean it of my cream. She chuckled hoarsely. "I knew it, I knew it!" she said gleefully. "You and your little suit, and your little bow in your hair. If you dressed the way you really are, you'd get arrested. You like that taste, huh? You wanna taste mine, baby..." It wasn't a question. It was that other, more powerful way of asking, a statement of need suddenly discovered, and she clung to me, whining. I had already made up my mind to it, and I saw her as a teacher, patient with my fumbling efforts, guiding me to an understanding of Woman. But Robby doesn't work that way, and she tore my gift from me, impatient as a child. To her credit, she didn't use force as she could have. She relaxed her hold on me and lay still by my side, but of course her voice began again, nagging and bullying. Though not with words: Sighs, her weapons were, half -- choked little moans, her hand caressing my hair as she waited for me to make my decision. "...Lainie?" I wished I could swoop down over her and master her with my sure hand, but I needed time to get used to the territory, and Robby was just going to have to accept that. Of course she did, taking me into her arms when I rolled onto her. No soft feminine kisses, but big love-bites and high friction caresses. She turned her head to show me where to go on her neck. Down to breasts -- tits, Robby would say -- round as a teenager's, with small, pink nipples. I remembered how she treated mine, with teeth and tongue, and nipped gently at them. It was exactly what she wanted; it pays to be observant. Her skin was golden silk, her body had less fat and more muscle than some of the men I've loved. Her husky voice was such a turn-on. I hoped it wasn't just a touch of laryngitis -- and realized I was planning to see her again. Too distracting to think about right now, but at least I knew why I wanted to please her. I rubbed my hand over her flat belly in circles that got lower and lower, her breath uneven. "...Lainie?" Bypass her crotch for now, I wanted to see the rest of what I had. I rolled her over to kiss her buttocks, that lifted up to me. I ran my hand over a pair of legs that were simply beautiful, male or female. A kiss on the sole of each slender foot. She rolled onto her back again, at the urging of my hands: She held herself rigid, looking like a boy with his penis hidden somewhere. I'd had enough of her gender tricks, however. I laid my hands on her thighs to part them. I was a tigress again, she was my prey. Of course I knew what to do. I knew her, knowing myself. "I'm new at this," I lied. "Ooh... just touch me, baby," she said softly, "I'm so easy." She whimpered when I ran an exploratory finger down the slit in the midst of the fine, daisy-yellow thatch, sticky with her juices, fragrant with her woman-smell. I'm going to teach myself to love this smell, more acrid than any man's. My finger slid on down towards her anus, encountering the latest of her waters, unhindered by any stickiness. I looked up into her face. "What's all the excitement?" She was propped up on her elbows, gazing down at me. "Doing you, baby," she grinned. "It got me so hot... Mind if I look? I love to watch the new ones." "Watch, baby," I said, "if you can -- " I replaced my finger with my tongue and used it to plow deep through her soft folds. Into her hole and out the other side, I aimed straight for her clitoris, molding my tongue around her little bump -- which didn't feel so little against my tongue -- and sucked out one of her whimpering moans. I slipped a finger into her cunt to gauge my progress. What would I want? I pulled my tongue along her clit a few times, making it rough, like a cat's. I added a finger to the first one, vibrating them against the inner wall, where the hot spot is. I know where mine is -- it didn't take long to find hers. My face was getting wet, something men don't do to you till the very last. I like the way I taste, I liked her smoky taste. I was a good thing, because I was getting a lot of it. I could become a slave to her voice. I would want someone to tickle my urethra with their tongue. This was just what she wanted, rocking her hips and moaning loud. I doubted she was watching any more. I added a third finger, a little stretch, she decided I needed more room to work in, pulling her leg up to her chest. I could feel that steady kind of orgasm all around my fingers. Meeting Robby "Oh, baby, baby, oh god, please..." She was talking again. "Sweet Mother, baby, do it, do it, do it..." What I would want right now would be a finger in my ass. That wasn't so easy, so many of mine were occupied, but it was urgent and it was worth it. Her cunt flashed heat back at me, her breath held itself. I gave my tongue back to her clit, and worked steadily, while she got closer and I fell in love with the hoarse scream that tore from her throat, the muscles snapping like rubber bands, as she shook and moaned and thrashed. Her legs scissored around my chest, her hands on my back and shoulders -- and her pussy dead still under my hands, she wasn't going to jeopardize what she was getting, and, oh, I knew just how she felt....
"Sonofabitch," she said breathlessly, and a long time later. I had released her, and come up to be held, laughing in triumph. "Oh, Elaine... what you did... You really are straight, right? I didn't make a mistake about that?"

 "This is a first for me," I said, and laughed. She hugged me some more, and nuzzled into my neck.

"Sweet mother," she said wonderingly. "You straight girls sure can be a surprise sometimes..." She rolled onto me and sat over my chest, grinning. "Say 'cunt,'" she said.

 Well that's Robby. I'm looking at her right now, stretching her boy's legs out on my sofa as she reads; half of her books seem to be at my house these days. She's majoring in journalism and literature. She works as a courier, with her precious mountain bike and drops in between trips, letting herself in with her own key, what can I say? I love the brat, she's always welcome. I left her place some ten hours after I entered it, and walked into work the next day sporting that silly grin that announces; "I have a new lover." My sexual identity hasn't changed that much; I'm still straight, and Robby still chases straight women -- and I make her chase me, every time. I love the contest of wills between us, before and in bed. I love her husky voice, the result, wouldn't you know it, of a biking accident, and the obnoxious things she says with it. Robby gets drunk on words. She can be as eloquent as Shakespeare, although vulgarity is her preferred mode of speech. She's a charming companion, although she says she never meant to become my companion. Robby gave me back something I'd lost: my power over my sexuality. It's made a big difference in my life, even outside of her; if a man starts with me, he usually ends with me, nowadays.

 And sometimes I come to the cafe on a Sunday morning to meet a nineteen-year-old boy, and I might wear a suit.

 I know I won't be wearing it for very long. Meeting Robert Doob This story is purely fictitious and none of the events depicted here occurred in reality. Louise and Kat were having a wonderful time in LA. They flew into New York just over a week ago and spent 4 days in the city. They took a plane to LA two days ago and were enjoying the great weather in the city of Angels. This trip was a gift from Kat to Louise as a birthday present. The only condition Kat had was that she was the one to come along. Louise was in need of a break, especially from her boyfriend who was becoming very pushy about getting married. Kat thought it was way too soon, considering they met just over a year ago. And Louise didn't know what to think. She was 26, she had a good job and she didn't know what to decide. He wanted children, but wanted to be married first, but Louise didn't really want children just yet. In fact she didn't know if she wanted any. Now Kat had 'taken her hostage' on this 3-week vacation to the States and she was enjoying every minute of it. She hadn't given her boyfriend or his proposal another thought since they landed in New York. They were sitting in a nice little restaurant and chatting away, waiting for the waitress to bring their dinner, when Louise suddenly grabbed Kat's arm. She pointed outside and Kat turned to see. The only thing she saw was a man walking into a bar and didn't know what was so special about that, so she looked at Louise, waiting for an explanation. "That," Louise said, "was Kiefer Sutherland." "You sure?" Kat asked, "All I saw was his back." "Yeah, but I saw him get out of his car and walk this way. It's him alright." "So... what's your plan?" Kat knew Louise was very fond of Kiefer, she had seen most of his films and she could never stop talking about him. Kat didn't think he was that amazing, but, hey, tastes differ. "I'd say we eat dinner and then head down there for a drink. Hopefully he'll still be in there by then." Louise said. "Hmm, I like your plan. Especially the part where we eat first." Kat said laughing. "Well, we already ordered. It's not like we can walk out of here like that." The waitress interrupted their conversation just then, their dinner was ready, so they quickly dug in, eating faster than they would have under normal circumstances. When they were done, they ordered another drink and took their time to finish it. Kiefer was still in the bar, so they had time. A few minutes later, they got up and went over to the counter to pay. Then they walked into the fresh air. The sun was starting to set and it was a lot cooler than during the day now, very nice and comfortable temperature. The women walked down that side of the street, going past the bar and crossing the street a little further. That way they walked by his car and Louise took a good look inside. What a car, a Porsche! It had bucket seats, covered in leather upholstery. The dashboard was made of wood and its highly polished surface reflected the light. It seemed very well maintained, which meant he took good care of the car. Louise knew he had several different cars and she wondered if it was only this one that he kept in such a shiny state or if he took equal care of all of them. Maybe this was the car in which he showed off and that was the reason why he kept it looking so flashy. If she had a chance, she'd ask him about it. Kat was waiting for her to move along and she quickly joined her friend. They walked to the entrance of the bar and were welcomed by a handsome fellow who guided them to an empty table. Louise looked around the place and noticed Kiefer on the other side. He was standing by one of the pool tables, talking to a couple of men. From here, she couldn't tell if it were friends or just people he hooked up with for the evening. He looked smashing. He was wearing a tight pair of stonewashed jeans with an equally tight white t-shirt under which his muscles were clearly visible; his tattoos came peeking out from under the short sleeves. A pair of cowboy boots and a huge belt buckle finished the near perfect picture. Louise and Kat ordered their drinks and sat looking around the bar for a while. Louise's eyes were nearly glued to the pool table but she kept the conversation going. Kat didn't mind at all. This was the first time ever Louise had seen Kiefer and she was mesmerized by his presence here. Nonetheless, she was very well aware of the things Kat said and her response wasn't an incoherent babble. Suddenly Louise froze, her eyes were stuck on a point and she was holding her breath. Kat looked to the side and saw Kiefer was looking straight at them, his eyes locked on Louise. Kat smiled and looked back at Louise. The magical moment lasted a little longer and then she blinked. One of the men Kiefer was with said something to him and he looked away from Louise, breaking contact. They were laughing together now. Louise took a deep breath and she looked at Kat, smiling from ear to ear. "Wow, I thought I was going to faint when he looked up and crossed my eyes. It's like he felt I was looking at him." "Looking?" Kat said with a smirk, "Girl, you were plain staring at the man." "I can't help myself, he's just sooooo gorgeous. I mean, just look at him. Look! That well trained body, those beautiful eyes and, my god, that uh-ummm, sweet ass of his." Kat nearly choked on her wine at that last statement and she slapped Louise on the arm for it. "You nearly made me spill my drink, you crazy woman." she said playfully and they both laughed. Minutes later Louise looked over to the pool table again and she quickly looked away, whispering to Kat "He's looking at us again." Kat turned around, met his gaze and lifted her hand. He smiled at her and nodded in return. Louise kicked Kat's leg and she looked away from Kiefer. "Are you crazy?" Louise asked her under her breath. "What? I'm just saying hello. He doesn't mind." "No, but I do. What if he comes over here?" "So? Isn't that what you'd want? To meet him and talk to him?" "Yeah, but I wanna make the first move." "Then make it, he's right there and he knows you're here." Louise rolled her eyes at that and looked back over to where Kiefer was standing. He was no longer paying attention to them, laughing with his friends instead. She sat looking at him playing pool for a while, having a few more drinks and joking with Kat. He looked like he was really enjoying his evening and it seemed he was a pretty good pool player. A while later, the waiter came to their table, asking what they wanted to drink for Kiefer. They both ordered a refill of what they were having, white wine for Kat and Corona for Louise. When the waiter brought their drinks, Louise and Kat turned and lifted their glasses to him. Kiefer lifted his beer to them and took a sip. Suddenly Louise got up and walked over to the pool table. Kiefer had returned his attention to his friends and was talking to them, his back turned to her. "Hi." she said, startling him. His friends started to laugh coz they had seen her coming but didn't warn him. He punched the one that was closest to him on the arm and gave the others a mean look. That made them laugh harder and he decided to ignore them. So he turned to her and smiled. "Hi right back at ya." he said, with a bit of cowboy mannerism. It made Louise giggle. His friends knew he needed some space and backed away discreetly. "Thanks for the drink." she said. "That was my pleasure." he said in that soft voice that always gave her goose bumps. "What are you having anyway?" "Oh, a Corona, it's Mexican beer. Wanna taste?" she held her bottle out and he only hesitated a second before he took it from her and put it to his lips, taking a little sip of it. He made an ugly face at it, "It tastes like lemon!" he said, giving the bottle back. "Actually it's lime, not lemon. See? There's a quarter of lime in it." He made that ugly face again. "Yuck." "Maybe you should taste it without the lime then, or maybe you would prefer the spiced up version of it." "Spiced up? With what?" "With Tequila. It's called a Desperado then. It's good too, but you've got to like the mix." "Do you?" His voice had a strange sound to it and his eyes were more mysterious than they had been a moment ago. "Do I what?" "Like to mix." "Hmm, depends what you're mixing." He left a blank, turning around to see if anyone was within hearing distance. Then he turned back to her, his eyes shining brightly, his lips curled in a sensuous smile. "How about you and me?" Louise was shocked, but she managed to keep her cool and decided to play hard to get. "Hmm, I'm going to have to think about that. Why don't you leave me your number and I'll get back to you." He didn't let that cool his game and moved a little closer. "How long do you think you'd have to ponder?" "Well, you see," Louise said, backing away from him, "you're not really the type of guy I usually go out with..." He took another step towards her. "Oh? And what IS your type of guy?" "Hmm, more along the lines of, say... Robert Doob." He looked at her, a little baffled by those words. Robert Doob was one of his characters, a rapist/murderer who took great pleasure in hurting women. And THAT was her type of guy?? "Are you kidding me? Or is this your way of telling me you've seen all my movies?" "I have seen most of them, but no, I'm serious. I've always liked Doob very much. It's that evil and yet so sexy look on his face, I really love that guy. What a stud!" Kiefer couldn't believe his ears. He had done his best to portray any woman's worst nightmare and this one loved that psycho maniac. He decided to change his plan of attack. "So you wouldn't mind getting a little roughed up, would ya?" His voice sounded heavier than before and he came towering over her. Louise lifted her drink, but he grabbed her wrist and held her arm down. "I asked you something." Louise whimpered and he took courage from that reaction. She liked what he was doing. So he kept a tight grip on her arm, holding it down and holding her close at the same time. Now he had a few moments to concentrate on letting that character surface in him. He could always recall the stronger characters with a minimum of effort. Once he felt confident he had the Doob-state of mind, he tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her closer to him. She looked up and when her eyes met his, she gasped for breath. He was giving her that evil look, the one she loved coming from Doob. His hair wasn't done in the same way and he didn't have a moustache anymore, but hey, even serial killers can get a hairdo sometimes. She let herself be swept away by the event and followed his lead. "Were you planning on resisting me?" he snarled at her. "N-n-no." Louise uttered in a weak voice, her eyes wide in fake-terror. She could act a little of her own. "Good! Come here." Louise took another step towards him and felt him press his chest against hers. In an instant her nipples became hard. He felt it, coz he gave her a wicked smile and pressed his lips onto hers. Louise struggled to get away from him, but he brought his left hand up and held her tight to him, pressing hard against her mouth. When he moved back, he held his hand in her neck so she couldn't get away. "Oh, you're gonna lo-ve this." he snarled and Louise whimpered again. He took the bottle of beer from her, still holding her in a tight grip. He put the bottle to his lips and emptied it in one long go. He looked hard at her, challenging her to say something, but Louise quivered under his gaze and didn't say a word. He put the bottle down on the pool table and pulled her close to him again. "Now, you and me are gonna have some fun." Louise tried to pull away from his grip, but he grabbed her blouse, twisting it in his fist, pulling her even closer to him. "No way out now," he whispered, "you unleashed a beast and it's about to feast!" Louise stopped struggling and he twisted her arm behind her back and pulled her against his chest. His free hand travelled up along her arm and around her neck. She swallowed hard as he passed over her throat and he laughed when her throat bulged under his hand. He started to push her towards the door, looking back at his friends and giving them a meaningful look. One of them gave him a thumbs up and he smiled. Louise followed his directions and walked out of the bar. It was much cooler than before now and she shivered. Her jacket was inside on her chair, but she wasn't going to ask him to go get it for her. Kiefer would gladly do that, but she wasn't dealing with Kiefer, she was dealing with Doob. And that guy was a maniac, definitely not a sucker for chivalry. Inside, Kat got up and started to grab all of her stuff, meaning to go after them. She didn't like the way Kiefer had been looking at Louise, she was afraid Louise was getting herself into trouble. Kat knew Louise could defend herself a little, but alone she didn't stand a chance. The two of them could get the situation under control though. As Kat reached for Louise's jacket, one of Kiefer's friends approached her. "Excuse me?" Kat turned in surprise and gave the guy a hard stare, causing him to take a step back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." the young man said, "I just wanted to tell you not to worry about your friend, she'll be just fine." Kat kept her stare up and looked the guy up and down. "Oh, and what do you know about it?" "Well, I know Kiefer. And I know he would never hurt anybody, especially not a lady." "I'm not so sure of that. I didn't like the way he was looking at her." "That's all just a game, miss. Please... sit down and let me explain something to you." Kat looked at the door, hesitated, then finally sat down again. "If anything happens to Louise, you're gonna be very sorry you kept me from getting to her, you hear me!" Her hard stare and cold voice made the other swallow hard, a bit like Louise had done earlier. "Look, she'll be fine, don't worry about her. And if she does get hurt, I promise I'll let you beat the absolute crap outa me." "Oh, you won't have to let me, I'll put your ass into hospital alright." He raised his hands in surrender and Kat sat back a little, waiting to hear his explanation. Meanwhile, out in the street, Kiefer pushed Louise towards his car and she tried to fight him a little. When they reached the car, he pushed her up against it, reaching in his pocket and unlocking the car. Opening the door, he shoved her sideways and down so she tumbled into the bucket seat. He dove in behind her, grabbing the seatbelt on the way and strapping her in. He pushed up and his lips brushed against her ear. "Don't move." he whispered and Louise shivered again. He slammed the door shut and walked around the front of the car, keeping his eyes on her all the time. He pulled his door open and got in, leaning close to her. "Let's go for a ride, shall we!" His voice still gave her goose bumps and she couldn't control the quiver that ran along her spine. He smiled his wicked smile and turned the engine on. He gunned it a couple of times, lurking at her, then put it in gear and spun the tires while pulling out into the near empty street. Louise was thrown back into the bucket seat as the powerful car leaped forward. He drove with steady hand, but like Doob did, he swerved across the lanes, making her slide from side to side in her bucket seat. At a red light, he pulled to an emergency stop, forcing her to push hard on her legs to keep from slipping off the seat. He laughed at her and put his hand on her thigh, about halfway up. She could've pulled free to push his hand away, but she decided it would be better to play the frightened damsel in distress, rather than challenge him, so she tensed her leg up. He laughed again and moved his hand up higher. She barely managed to keep herself from gasping in surprise and her heart started to race. The blood rushed through her body as his hand moved higher up still. He was looking at her, but she kept her eyes on the road ahead, avoiding eye contact. Suddenly a horn blared and Kiefer was startled out of character. He looked up through the rear window and was blinded by the guy flashing his headlights at him. He quickly looked away and turned to look at the traffic light. It was green! He sat up and put the car back into gear, sticking his left hand out the window in an apology to the other driver. He flashed his headlights at them and Kiefer drove on. He kept an eye on the truck for a few minutes and when he turned, he was relieved to see the truck didn't follow. Minutes later he steered the car to the curb and cut the engine. As he opened his door, he leaned close to Louise and told her to stay put. She nodded. He got out and walked around the car, still keeping his eyes on her. He yanked the passenger door open and gave her a cold look. "Get your ass outa my car!" Louise turned and started to fumble with the seatbelt. She had some trouble with it and once she got it he grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her out of the car. He didn't pull hard on her hair, he wasn't hurting her, he was acting it out. She couldn't get both her feet under her and he pulled just enough to make her lose balance and she went down on her right knee. He gave her some space, then pulled her head up to face him. She was grimacing and he laughed at her, bringing her head closer towards him. Her head was level with his crotch and he pushed forward. She could see his pants bulge and she knew he was starting to get aroused. That made her heart leap. She was turning him on! "You want a piece of this?" he asked, shoving his crotch into her face. "You can get some!" Louise whimpered and tried to pull away from him, but his grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her to her feet. "You'll get away when I let you go." he snarled into her ear. She had both her hands on his now, coz he was starting to hurt her. "Get your hands off me or I cut'm off!" Louise did as he told her and he released some of the pressure. He was merely holding on to her now, it didn't hurt anymore. Maybe he got a little carried away and didn't realize he was actually hurting her. That was probably it. He started to push her to the corner of the street and into a rather dark alley. For a minute, Louise thought he was going to grab her in the alley. But instead he pushed her up against the wall next to a door. He fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing her in and letting go of her hair. She stumbled forward and managed to stay on her feet. He followed her in and closed the door behind him. The little light that had come in through the door was now shut out and Louise stood in pitch-black darkness. She heard him move. He had an advantage; he knew the place inside out. Besides, Louise had problems with her night vision, she could hardly see anything. Suddenly he grabbed both her arms from behind and Louise screamed in surprise. "Shut up!" he yelled in her ear. He pulled her against his chest and let go of her arms, moving his hands across her chest, one up to her breasts, the other down to her belly and more. His left hand cupped her right breast and squeezed it, making her head spin and her heart race. She let her head fall back against his shoulder when his right hand slipped between her legs. She needed to lean on him for support; otherwise she would crash to the floor. He held her tightly to him, playing his hand over her breast, feeling her nipple get hard and pinching it through her blouse. Louise pressed her head against his shoulder. She was getting aroused very quickly by his wandering hands. He let go of her breast, but kept his right hand between her legs and he spun her around. His left hand travelled up to her neck and he took a step towards her, pressing his chest against hers, feeling her nipples against him, and cupping her pussy in his right hand. Meeting Robert Doob He pressed his lips against hers and she opened her mouth to him. His tongue dashed between her lips and conquered her mouth, dancing around wildly. Meanwhile he moved her hand to his crotch so she could feel him grow harder. Her kiss became more intense and he pulled his head back. Instead he put his left hand over her chin and pushed his thumb against her lips. She sucked it in and started to play her tongue around it. This time he let her. His right hand moved back and forth between her legs and she spread them to accommodate him, while her right hand caressed his crotch and her left hand travelled around his waist. She was getting aroused very quickly now and she wanted to rip his clothes off him. She moved her hand up to his belt buckle, but when she started to tug on it, he pushed her back violently. She couldn't keep her balance and hit the floor hard. She gasped in surprise, but kept from crying out. Then all of a sudden the lights came on, blinding her for a moment, just long enough for him to get to her and pull her to her feet. She was disoriented by the force with which he had pushed her and she was suddenly much less aroused than before. "You'll do as I tell you, when I tell you!" he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin, his breath blowing through her hair. Louise nodded. She couldn't think of anything else to do. "Turn around so I can see you." She turned, facing him, her eyes down to the floor. His hands came up and cupped both her breasts, squeezing, rubbing, and pinching them. Then he grabbed her blouse and tore it open, buttons flying all over the place. Louise was shocked and looked up. He moved immediately, pressing his lips onto hers and holding her to him, one hand around her back, the other playing with her breast. His tongue dashed in and invaded her mouth without hesitation. He held her tightly so he could feel her nipples against him. He unlocked her bra with his left hand and moved under it with his right, touching her soft skin. She got aroused again from his touch on her bare breast and her heart started to race again. His kiss was suffocating her and she tried to pull back, but he didn't let go. He knew she needed air, but he wasn't going to let her get it just yet. His hand left her breast and found the button on her jeans. He opened it and slowly unzipped it, making his way in with his fingers. She became desperate for air, but he held her tight. His hand found the way in and he felt how wet she had already become. She was warm and wet down there. Ready for him, whenever he wanted to take her. His hand slipped between her legs and she tried to spread them a little more, allowing him to find her most private place. At the same time, he pulled his head back, allowing her to breathe. She gasped for breath and was panting for a moment, trying to regain control. His hand was still in her pants, feeling her wetness, rubbing against the soft tissue of her underwear. She stood half naked, her bra hanging useless, getting aroused by that invading hand. Her breathing became shallower and her eyes fluttered. He pulled his hand back and stepped closer again. "Get down on your knees." His voice sounded cold and hard and Louise obeyed without a word. He opened his pants and exposed himself to her. He wasn't completely hard yet, and he grabbed a fistful of hair again, bringing her face to his crotch. "Make me hard." She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock into the waiting cavity, holding on to her hair for 'guidance'. He moved her head back and forth and shoved forward each time he brought her back towards him, forcing her to take his entire length into her mouth. She felt him grow harder and longer in her mouth and suddenly she gagged on his length. He didn't expect it and she managed to pull away from him, letting herself drop to the floor. "Bitch!" he yelled as she pushed up off the floor and started to run. It took him three steps to catch up; he threw his weight onto her, sending her down on the floor again, crashing on top. He got up immediately and pulled her up as well, spinning her to face him and pushing her backwards until she came up against a table. He shoved her hard and she tumbled onto the glass table. His hand remained on her chest and held her down, while he yanked her pants down her legs. He was really roughing her up now and Louise could do nothing against him. Her jeans were hanging around her ankles and his hand came back up, cupping her pussy again. He rubbed her clit through the thin tissue for a moment and then, suddenly, tore it off. Louise yelped in surprise and when her eyes met his, she became very much afraid. He had a hungry look in his eyes, hungry for her. He was going to rape her, right here, right now. Louise couldn't do anything to fight back. He held her body pinned down on the table and if she tried to kick him, her jeans would keep her from getting it to land. He leaned down onto her and his finger slipped into her pussy, parting her outer lips, moving fast, all the way in. She gasped again and he laughed. He fingered her for a few moments and quickly added a second finger, then a third. His lips came down and he kissed her again. She tried to fight him, but he brought his left hand up onto her throat and started to put pressure on it. She parted her lips and the pressure was removed. His fingers kept moving back and forth into her hot pussy and his tongue invaded her mouth once more. Now that he was inside of her, she could do nothing but let it happen and she relaxed under his touch. He moved his hand from her pussy to his cock and made himself hard enough to enter her. Seconds later he grabbed her thighs and spread her legs, then entered her without hesitation. She gasped as he came in. With one smooth move, he filled her up, shoving his entire length into her hot, soaking pussy. He gave her a second to feel his size and then started rocking inside of her, fucking her on the glass table. After a few minutes, he pulled away from her mouth and stood up, allowing himself a larger range of motion and he picked up the speed. Louise whimpered and looked up, begging. "One word and I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week!" he snarled when he saw she was about to say something. He continued to shove his cock into her steaming pussy and she remained silent. He took his time with her, forcing himself onto her time and time again. When he was about to come, he put his hands onto her shoulders and held her down that way, shoving harder, deeper until he came. She gasped when she felt his juices squirting into her body but the look on his face warned her not to move or speak. He stepped away from the table and went into the kitchen for a drink of water. When he came back, Louise hadn't moved yet. "Get your fat ass off my table!" he snarled at her when he walked by. Louise pushed up and rolled off the table, exposing her naked ass to him. He slapped her butt when she came within reach and it made her scream in pain. "Sit your ass down over there and don't move." Louise went over to the corner of the room he had shown her and sat down. He sat on the couch and turned the TV on, flipping through the channels without much interest. After about half an hour he told her to come to him. Louise got up and walked over to him, taking small steps because of her jeans around her ankles. "Get rid of all those rags." he said and Louise took off all of her clothes, letting them drop to the floor. "Spread your legs." She did as he told her. He went straight for her pussy, invading it with 2 fingers, rubbing her clit with his thumb. "So, you want some more?" She didn't dare say no, so she nodded. "What was that?" She nodded again. He jumped up from the couch and stood towering over her, "I can't he - ar you." Quivering in fear at his thundering voice, Louise managed to speak weakly "Yes." It didn't sound very convincing. "Yes what?" "Yes... I... want –" "You want what? My cock in your face?? Hmm?? You're gonna suck me right this time, or I'll beat the crap outa ya!" "No!... No, I... I'll do it. I'll do what you ask me." "I'm not askin'! I'm tellin'. You're gonna suck me and you're gonna do it right, or I'll make you sorry you were born. Get on your knees!" Louise got down and took his cock in hand, bringing it straight to her mouth. She opened her mouth and he shoved hard, his limp cock pressing against her lips and cheek. "Suck me!" he yelled. She took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him, head pumping back and forth, licking him and playing around his cock with her tongue, getting him hard again. When he was satisfied with her performance, he pushed her away from him and stepped aside. "Get up and lean on the couch." Louise got up and put her hands on the cushion, her naked ass sticking out for him to fumble it. He moved around her and cupped her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing and rubbing them together. He let his right hand slip between her legs, forcing her to spread them a little wider and he found her pussy. He rubbed her clit for a while until he could feel her getting hot and wet all over. In one big thrust he took possession of her body again, slipping himself into her up to his balls. He could feel her tense up under him and he brought his right hand around to play with her clit while his left played with her breasts. She relaxed and let him take her a second time. His fingers on her clit aroused her and made her wanna scream. Coming in from behind, his big cock rubbed against her G-spot every time he thrust in and she felt her head spin. He started to move faster when her breathing became shallow. She spread her feet a little wider for better balance and he put his left hand on her hip to steady her, while his right hand kept teasing her clit. He thrust hard and deep into her and with each thrust he drove her closer to an orgasm. He felt her hand onto his and she pressed his fingers harder against her clit, rubbing it faster, driving her crazy. She came with a scream. Her body went out of control and he put his arm around her waist to keep her onto her feet. Her legs quivered and her arms trembled while her pussy squeezed his cock. He took a deep breath and held it. She wouldn't make him come. He wasn't done yet. He stayed in her but let her go down on her knees, so she could lie on the couch. Once her orgasm was over, he continued to thrust in her, pushing her face into the pillow and keeping her down. He kept thrusting deep into her body and slowly inched her towards a second orgasm. Once it hit, he pulled out of her, letting the orgasm rage through her body. It subsided faster than the first one. He moved his hand between her ass cheeks and found her little hole. When he touched it, she jumped up. He got a hold of her and pushed her back down on the couch. "Please don't." she whimpered. "What?" he asked, his voice not a cold as before. "I... I don't like... that." she whispered. He fell out of character as he let her sit up and turn to face him. "Have you ever tried it?" She looked down at the floor, embarrassed to be talking about this with another man. It didn't matter who he was at this point, she felt like a teenager who had gotten caught playing with herself. His left hand travelled across her back and came to rest on her left shoulder. His right hand came up and he took her chin between his thumb and index, lifting her head up so he could see her face. "Have you?" he asked again. She wanted to look away, but he held onto her. His eyes peering into hers, probing for an answer. Louise sighed; she knew he wouldn't rest until he had an answer. "My boyfriend makes me do that sometimes and I really hate it. There, I've said it." Kiefer let go of her chin and smiled. "What is it you don't like about it?" "I don't like any of it. It hurts, it's dirty and I don't get anything out of it. And my boyfriend finds it necessary to talk dirty to me while he's fuckin' my ass. Calling me bitch or whore. Or asking me to make pig noises coz then he can imagine he's fuckin' a fat little pig." "Wait a minute. Does he really talk to you like that?" "Yeah! And worse" That stunned him. "And that's your boyfriend?" "Yep. The one and only. Actually no, he's not my boyfriend, he's more like my fiancé coz he's asked me to marry him." "Please tell me you're not even considering to accept his proposal." His disgust was genuine. He really hated her boyfriend even though they'd never met and she'd only said one little thing about him. "A man who treats a woman with that little respect doesn't deserve happiness. Dump the moron!" "That's easy for you to say." "Does he really ask you to make pig noises?" "Sometimes. But only when I let him take me from behind." "And then he thinks of you as a fat pig? He's really charming your boyfriend, a real gentleman." "Hey, you weren't much of a gentleman either when you ripped my clothes off." "Robert Doob isn't a gentleman! Robert Doob is a ruthless rapist and murderer. And you said Doob was your type of guy, remember?" "I'm glad you didn't continue your game, I think I would've regretted this a very long time." "Hey, I know when to stop playing. You didn't want that to happen, so it didn't." "But I didn't want to get raped either." "No but you wanted to spend some time with Doob, and that's how Doob treats his women. Rough'm up and fuck'm! That's what you were asking for. Besides, if I had really raped you, you wouldn't be sitting here, talking to me about what a jerk your boyfriend is." She turned her head away and remained silent. "Do you trust me?" he asked after a few minutes. She looked at him and nodded, "Yes." "Then come with me." He got up and walked up the stairs. She followed. She walked into the bedroom and saw he was getting undressed. She watched him and he took his time, peeling his clothes off slowly, putting on a strip-act for her benefit. When he was totally naked he invited her to the bed. "Lie down and close your eyes." His warm voice sent shivers down her spine and made her skin break out into goose bumps. "Are you cold?" he asked when he saw the goose bumps. She smiled. "No, that's the effect your velvety voice has on me." He blushed and smiled back at her. "Velvety voice?" "Hmm, yes. And that sweet, soft and velvety voice of yours is what made Phonebooth such a huge success all over the world." His blush became deeper. "Let's not talk about me. I want to concentrate on you." he said softly. Louise got onto the bed and as soon as she closed her eyes, she started to get aroused. He leaned over her and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She parted them, but he was already gone, moving his lips down her cheekbone to her neck, down her shoulder and back towards her breast. He nibbled on her nipple and it became hard in a matter of seconds. He moved on to her other breast and then down towards her belly button, leaving a wet and cold trail on her skin. Then he moved back up, cupping her right breast in his hand and massaging it gently while he licked and nibbled the left one. After a few minutes, he shifted position and cupped her left breast while nibbling her right. Her breathing came fast and shallow, her heart was pounding fiercely. She was getting very aroused, very quickly. Then he moved up on the bed and his lips brushed against hers. She whimpered and lifted her head to meet him. His kiss was hot and passionate this time and it swept her away. Their tongues danced together now, going back and forth. She felt his naked body against hers, his warm and soft skin made her feel so good. And it made her want him. She wanted to feel him inside of her and she spread her legs and pushed her hips up against him. His left hand came to rest against her cheek and he moved his head away from her. "Take it easy," he whispered, "there's no rush. We have all night to enjoy one another." She whimpered. She wanted him. He pushed up and she grabbed his wrist, "Where are you going?" "I'll be right back. Just lie still and close your eyes." She pouted her lip like a child. It made him laugh, so he came back to her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll be right back." he said, stressing the word 'right'. He walked to the dresser in the corner and rummaged through the drawers. Louise took advantage of the situation and admired his lean and beautiful body. He looked back and she didn't move. "Close your eyes." he said again. "But then I can't see you anymore." she said with a sad-puppy look on her face. "That's the point." he replied with a smile. She pouted again. He laughed and turned back to his occupation, rummaging through the second drawer now. "Okay, ready or not, here I co-home." he said as he turned to face her again. He held both hands behind his back so she couldn't see what he was carrying. Their eyes met and she eased back onto the pillow, closing her eyes when she touched it. He walked back to the bed and sat down. "Relax!" he said. She nodded. She felt a soft cloth brush against her face and move over her eyes. She lifted her head a little and he quickly tied the cloth around her head, blindfolding her. His soft hands moved over her body, caressing her breasts, teasing the inside of her thighs, teasing her clit which made her gasp. She reacted to his touch the way he had expected. She couldn't see what he was doing and had to feel everything, which made her more conscious of her body and it's reactions. He moved his hands back up over her breasts, caressing them as he went and he could feel her heart beating faster beneath her skin. Then he tickled his way down both her arms, taking her wrists and bringing them together on her chest. He slowly bound them together with another soft cloth. She didn't resist him. When her hands were tied together, he brought them up over her head and tied them to the headboard. Louise held her breath but didn't fight him. She was getting excited by these actions and allowed herself to be swept away by those feelings. Once her arms were tied to the headboard, Kiefer shifted his position on the bed and started to lick her body. From her left ankle up to her knee, switching legs and up her right thigh to her hip, blowing his hot breath onto her clit, but not touching it, licking and nibbling his way up to her breasts where he rested his head. He could feel her heart pounding harder yet underneath his head and he smiled. He let his fingers trail along her arm and back down the other, finding her breast again, pushing up a little so he could lick it and suck on her nipple. Her breasts were hard with desire and her breathing became shallower again. Her arousal grew by the minute and she had no problem with being tied up. She parted her lips in a shallow sigh and he took advantage of this, pressing his mouth onto hers, letting his tongue slip through her eager lips, finding hers and kissing her passionately. Her heart started pounding fiercely and her breath came quicker, shallower. His kiss became even more intense and his right hand travelled down her body until it came to rest between her legs, finding her clit and teasing it slowly, maddeningly. Brushing across it softly without putting any pressure or insistence on it. It drove her mad and she sucked hard on his tongue. She wanted to feel him come inside of her. He let his finger slip a little further between her legs and she spread them eagerly to accommodate him. He could feel the warmth coming from her pussy and he pushed his finger inside of her, keeping his skin in touch with her clit. She tried to gasp for breath when she felt his finger come inside of her, but his mouth was pressed tightly over hers and she had to breath through her nose. He added a second finger inside of her and moved them slowly, making small circles inside of her, rubbing his wrist against her clit. She pulled on her arms and tried to move away from him, but he held her in place, keeping his fingers moving slowly and his hot tongue playing around inside her mouth. She cried out as the orgasm hit and he pulled his head back so she could breathe properly. He kept the movement of his fingers going and felt her contract around them. Meeting Robert Doob Once her orgasm had subsided he pulled his fingers back and brought them to her mouth. She smelled herself and when he touched her lips, she parted them without hesitation. His lips brushed against her ear and he whispered "Taste yourself." to her. Her tongue danced around his fingers, licking her juices off. It aroused him to watch her do that and he shifted his position again, moving his head between her legs, keeping his fingers in her mouth. He licked her clit and she sucked hard on his fingers, moaning with pleasure. He licked her again and she reacted even stronger this time. She spread her legs and pulled hard on her arms, moaning again, still licking and sucking his fingers. After a few moments, he removed his fingers and concentrated on her clit, licking, nibbling, sucking it until she couldn't take it anymore and had another orgasm. She pulled hard on her arms, but could hardly move them, she rolled her head from left to right, breathing heavily, moaning in delight. Her head was spinning like crazy. She had never known this degree of ecstasy and she had a feeling it wasn't going to stop at this. He had much more in store for her. The mere thought that he was going to make love to her at least once more, aroused her more than anything ever had. Her pussy was steaming hot and soaking wet just with expectation. She felt him move away and she whimpered "Don't stop." "You need to recover for a minute. I'm not going anywhere, don't worry." "I wanna see you." "Later. You can look at me all you want when we're finished. But we're not finished yet. There's still much more to come." he stressed the word 'much'. "Mmmmmoh-kay." she sighed. He planted a kiss on the tip of her nose, staying out of reach of her searching lips. After what seemed an eternity to her, she felt something soft tickle across her legs. Very soft, very light. She squirmed around on the bed. "No, don't. I'm soooo ticklish." "You shouldn't have said that." came his teasing reply. The tickling went up and down her legs and she couldn't get away from it. Then it moved higher, it tickled her belly button, her hips, her breasts. She had goose bumps all over her body and her nipples became hard in an instant. She squirmed and rolled, but he didn't leave her alone. Suddenly she rolled onto her side and he pushed her down on her belly, putting his weight onto her legs, pinning her facedown. Now he tickled her back and ass cheeks. She squirmed even harder and tried to push him off, but he had no intention of letting her get away. She kept pleading and begging for him to stop, but he continued. It was funny to see her squirm like that. After a while he stopped tickling her and put the feather away, but returned to her back to massage it. She stopped squirming when she felt his warm hands stroking her back and relaxed under his gentle massage. It felt so good she nearly fell asleep. But when his hands moved to her ass cheeks, she became alert to his hands again. He moved over her and he kissed her left cheek before lying down beside her, one hand on her ass, caressing her tenderly. She tensed up when his fingers started to slip between her ass cheeks, but he leaned close to her and asked her to relax. "I won't hurt you, I promise. And if I do, you can take revenge, any which way you want." She relaxed a bit and he moved further down until he found her little hole. He played around it for a while, making sure she relaxed entirely. Very slowly he put pressure on the tight skin and managed to get his finger in without too much reaction from her side. She was a little tense, but he remained motionless until she relaxed again, and then proceeded to penetrate her a bit further. When his finger was halfway into her body, he moved it around a little and she gasped. A good kind of gasp! He continued and within seconds, his finger was all the way in, making small circular motions, giving her pleasure. She moaned softly and her breathing started to speed up a little. "Am I hurting you?" he whispered. "Nohhhhh." The word was stretched into a sigh. He pushed up onto his knees and started to finger her ass, slowly, carefully. After a while he felt her push back against his hand and he pushed deeper into her, moving his finger around inside of her and she moaned harder now. "Ohhhh, god," she sighed, "ahhhh... yesssss." Each word came as he pushed into her. He smiled. "I take it you like what I'm doing." he whispered into her ear. She moaned in return, nodding her head in the pillow, pushing back against his hand. "Are you ready for round two then?" She nodded and he pulled his finger back. Seconds later she felt something cold press against her ass and she pushed back against it. It easily slipped into her and filled her up more than his finger had done. It was smooth and rather long compared to his finger, but it wasn't painful at all. It came deeper into her body and she pushed back even harder, arching her back. She sighed when it stopped moving. It was about twice as long as his finger and possibly twice or even three times as thick. But it felt good. She wanted to feel it thrust into her and she moved her ass about. "Fuck me." she pleaded. He obliged, pulling the dildo out of her, but thrusting it back before it had a chance to slip entirely out of her body. She gasped for breath and pulled on her arms. He did it again, and again, and again, bringing her on the brink of an orgasm. "Don't stop.... please... ohhhhhh... fuck me... hard..." Her words came at the same rhythm with which he thrust the dildo into her. Suddenly he thrust it as deep as it would go and he turned it on. The vibrations startled her for a second, but then she relaxed and surrendered herself to those new and exciting feelings. She started to shudder and squirmed around again. She pulled on her arms and pushed up onto her elbows, letting her head hang down onto the pillow, breathing heavily, rocking her hips back and forth as if a man was thrusting into her, fucking her. But it was just the dildo, wedged deep into her body, giving her a delightful feeling and causing her first ever anal orgasm. He let it rip through her and didn't touch her until she fell back to the mattress. He turned off the vibrations but moved the dildo back and forth into her again, not cutting her feelings off all at once, keeping the motion slow and careful. She was panting, her head was spinning like crazy and she didn't understand what exactly had just happened, but, my god, did she enjoy that! He slowly removed the dildo from her body and encouraged her to roll onto her back again. He went straight for her breasts, licking and nibbling away, cupping them, playing with her nipples, making them even harder. She moaned continuously, squirming under his touch, still breathing hard. "Was that any good?" She laughed and rolled her head left to right, "Nohhhh, it wasn't... good." She left a blank. "It was... in-cre-di-ble." she sighed, "I've never... felt ANY-thing like it." "That's why I blindfolded you, so you'd have to FEEL instead of see things. Tell me, are you interested in round three?" "Ohhh, yesssss. You can do anything you want to me." "Really?" There was that teasing, playful sound to his voice again. "Yes, anything. I'm at your mercy." "That's good to know." he whispered, "Why don't you make me hard again, so I can treat that sweet, hot pussy of yours to another serving." She laughed at that expression and licked her lips sensuously, inviting him over. So he moved up on the bed and lowered his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth immediately and took him inside, nibbling the tip of it, making him gasp in surprise. She opened wide and let him slip into her mouth entirely. Her tongue danced around him and he reacted very quickly to it, growing hard rapidly. He turned around on the bed, never leaving her mouth and let his fingers run between her legs. His head came down and his tongue flicked across her clit, making her gasp in surprise at that sudden 'attack'. He licked her slowly and the warmth and wetness of his tongue on her clit and outer lips aroused her once more. She sucked hard on his cock, moving her head around to change directions, licking him, nibbling on the edge of his cock-head. He had to concentrate not to come and continued giving her more pleasure. Once she was wet enough, he left her mouth and shifted on the bed, grabbing her thighs which she spread eagerly, lifted them up a little and penetrated her steaming pussy in one long thrust. She took a long deep breath when he entered her, feeling him all the way. He took her blindfold off and pulled on the rope, releasing the knot. She brought her hands down and he untied them. Then he leaned down and she threw her arms around him. He kissed her with that same fire and passion as before and she felt her head spin faster than she had ever known. She clung to him as he started to move, slowly, lovingly, burying himself deep into her body, their lips locked together in a passionate kiss that lasted forever. His throbbing cock inside of her brought her to another orgasm and he had to grind his teeth together to keep himself from coming as her body contracted around him. "Turn over." he whispered and she did it without hesitating. He put some gel on his finger and smeared it on her little hole. It was cold and made her giggle, but she pushed her ass back against his cock and he penetrated her slowly. She was pretty tight around him, so he moved ever so slowly, preferring to back up a little more to make sure not to hurt her. He wanted her to feel comfortable about this, to feel good, to enjoy it. He penetrated her inch by inch and she kept pushing back, asking for more. He slipped his arm under her and helped her to her knees, making it easier for the both of them. She arched her back and he continued his thrusting motion, rocking her back and forth. She was breathing heavily and begging for him to fuck her, but he didn't react to her 'dirty talk', making love to her instead of fucking her. He enjoyed having sex, but he loved it even more when he made sweet and slow love to a woman. She came with a scream but he continued his motion. He was about two thirds inside of her and he wanted to feel her all the way around him. He knew she could take him. And he knew she would beg him for more anyway, so he continued. Minutes later, he was up to his balls in her ass and he stayed there for a moment, letting her feel his size. His throbbing cock inside of her drove her mad and she begged him to take her. "So, you've finally understood I'm not fucking you." he said softly. "I want you to take me to heaven. Please, I'm beggin' you." "Then I will." he said as he pulled back nearly all the way, slowly, maddeningly. Then he thrust back inside of her. He slowly picked up the speed, thrusting faster, giving her more pleasure and bringing himself to the edge. But he waited for her. When she orgasmed, he sped up just a little more, thrusting even deeper and his own excitement combined with her contracting body pushed him over the edge and he came deep into her body, He had to steady himself on the bed with one arm because of the intensity of his orgasm. He was breathing heavily and sweet was running down his brow. Her back and his chest were wet with their mixed sweat. He slowly pulled back and she let herself drop to the mattress in slow motion. He eased down onto the mattress as well and she turned to face him, her arm glided around his body and she hugged him as tight as she could. Once they had recovered from the efforts and emotions, they just lay in each other's arm for a while, staring at the ceiling. Enjoying the moment. "Thank you," Louise said softly, "that was absolutely wonderful." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." "How could anybody NOT enjoy that." she replied with a sigh. When he didn't reply, she looked up and saw his face had turned a bashful deep red. She smiled but didn't say anything more. Moments later he pushed up onto his elbow and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I'm gonna take a shower. You want to take one as well?" "Hmm, if you have a spare towel and some soap I could use." "A towel I have. Soap is a different story all together, let me check." he said jokingly. He got up from the bed and took her hand. Louise got up and followed him into the bathroom. It was huge and held both a shower and a bathtub. They walked over to the immense shower stall and he opened the faucet. "Ladies first." He said with a wide gesture towards the open door. "Looks like there's enough room for the both of us." Louise said and when he nodded in agreement, she knew the night wasn't over yet. To be continued...