0 comments/ 42560 views/ 0 favorites Stocker By: mickey28 NOTE: Thank you to all of you who sent me constructive criticism on my first submittal. Hope you enjoy my second attempt. Jessica and I hang out quite a bit together. We have been best friends since we were eleven; now we both are nineteen and in college. We were sitting in my apartment doing what we always did every Saturday morning, eating breakfast discussing our big plans for the day. Jessica said "let's go shopping." "For what?" "Duh, Valentines Day is coming up" she said. "Oh shit I forgot. OK, let me clean up the dishes then we'll go." I hadn't been dating very long, about a year. Jessica on the other hand had been dating off and on since she was sixteen. I had guys ask me at that age too but I was too scared; I probably wouldn't be dating now if it weren't for Jessica giving me support. After I finished the dishes we got in the car and drove to the shopping mall. Actually I don't know why we drove because the mall was only a couple of blocks from my apartment. "So what do you want to look at?" Just as I said that we were approaching an adult novelty shop. "Let's take a look in here" Jessica said with a big smile on her face. "Are you kidding? That's too embarrassing." "Come on, no one will see us. Besides I want to get my boyfriend something unusual this year." "Ok but hurry up before someone sees me." I was so nervous I almost tripped over Jessica trying to hide from my own paranoia. "Jeez watch where you are going" she said as she giggled. Once we were inside I calmed down a little bit and started looking around. There was a huge magazine rack in front of me, video tapes to my right and lingerie to my left. Jessica disappeared behind the magazine rack. I wondered over to the videos and looked at the covers; not seeing anything interesting I went around the rack to see what was on the other side. I blushed when I saw a sales lady standing behind glass counter. She was thin but muscular with large shapely breasts. She had bleached blond hair that was cut very short and spiked. She must have been wearing contacts because her eyes looked like a snake's with a slit for the pupil. In her nose she had a small silver ring. She was wearing black leather pants and a tight black short sleeved shirt. Seeing her freaked me out so I went over to the lingerie to release my anxiety. I heard Jessica's voice "psssed come over here Allison." I walked in the direction where I heard Jessica's voice come from and found her in front of a bunch of sex toys. "Check these out!" she said, picking up a latex dildo. She put it in front of her crotch and strutted around. It looked so funny I busted out in laughter. "Stop it!" I said. By now I was almost in tears from laughing so hard and my sides were hurting. I bent over to get some air. Jessica then started poking me in the ass with it. I was in so much pain from laughing that I couldn't stand up so I reached behind me and grabbed the dildo. I remained bent over to wait for my sides to stop hurting. I heard some footsteps coming from in front of me. As I looked up I saw Snake Lady emerge from behind the video rack. Oh shit! I stood up and straightened my hair. "May I help you?" she asked. "Uhm no... my friend and I were just looking around." With a sly grin, she said "really, and just where is your friend." I spun around and Jessica was gone! She came closer to me until I could feel her breath on my skin. She glanced at the dildo in my hand and said "Looking at dildo's huh? What style are you interested in?" Feeling very uncomfortable I muttered "Well I'm not really interested...." But before I could finish my sentence she picked up a strap on from one of the shelves "Maybe you would like to play with one of these." Oh shit!! I was freaking out big time. "Um... I've got to go, I think my friend is calling me" and I turned and ran out of the store. Once I got out of the store I found Jessica sitting on a bench a couple of stores down. "what took you so long?" "Ha ha very funny." I said. "I think that woman was hitting on me." "Come on your just freaked out from being in an Adult Novelty shop." "Whatever, let's just get out of here. I've got to take a pee." I said flustered from what had just happened. Jessica looked around "there is a bathroom down at the other end of the mall." "Ok let's go." When we got to the other end Jessica said that she would meet me in the clothes store across from the restrooms. I went into the restroom and proceeded to one of the stalls. I pulled down my skirt, sat down and let out a big sigh. Wow, what a day I thought! A few seconds later I heard the restroom door open and some women's voices chattering. The voices started getting closer, then I heard the high pitch shrill of water coming out of the faucets from the sinks. The water stopped and the voices got further away and I heard the bathroom door open again. I wiped myself with some toilet paper and got up. When I opened the door there stood Snake Lady. My heart fell into my stomach and I froze with panic. She walked up very close to me again, as she did in the store, backing me into the stall I had just exited from. Her face was just inches from mine and I could smell the sweet of aroma of mint. "Well hello! If it isn't the dildo lady with her invisible friend." She put her hands on each side of the stall blocking my exit. I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage. "What do you want?" I said as calmly as I could. She removed her right hand from the side of the stall and lightly stroked the front of my skirt, pressing her hand against my pelvis. "I just want to talk. Is that ok with you?" Being extremely scared and finding it hard to breath from being trapped in the stall, I muttered "sure." "Good" she hissed and shut the stall door behind her with her left hand. Still stroking the front of my skirt with her right hand she looked me in the eyes and licked my lips. My body shuddered as I felt her warm moist tongue brush across my lips. The aroma of mint was now penetrating my nostrils like tiny little daggers. "Um I need to go. My friend is waiting for me." I said in a cool tone. "Sure she is" she said as she backed away, opening up the stall. "Maybe you and your friend will come visit my store again." With that, she walked out of the bathroom leaving me quivering in the stall. To be continued... Stocker Ch. 2 I felt faint and nauseated; I reached behind me, put the toilet seat down and sat. Why was this woman stalking me? What did she want? I need to be around people to get her off my mind! I got up and walked out of the stall to the sink to check myself in the mirror and fix my hair. Trying to regain my composure I walked out of the bathroom. I met Jessica in the store across the way. "You don't look so good. Do you want to go home?" She said. "Yes" We walked out to the car without exchanging any words. All I could think about was that woman's tongue licking over the top of my lips and how strange it had felt. It was soft, moist and warm but it didn't feel shaped like a normal tongue. Perhaps it was just my imagination, I mean I had never had a person of the same gender that close to me, especially in a sexual nature. The ride home was a blur, in fact I don't even remember walking into the apartment. I told Jessica that I was going to lie down for a while because I didn't feel good. She gave me a hug and said "don't worry about me, go get some rest." I plopped down on the bed and the room seemed to be spinning all around me. I could still smell a faint aroma of mint on my lips. The room was spinning slower now and seemed to be getting darker. I heard a faint knocking on the door and then a whisper "can I talk to you for a little bit?" Wow, how long have I been in here, it didn't seem very long. I thought Jessica was going to let me get some rest. Oh well, "sure, come on in." I said. The door opened up and the light from outside radiated around her and shadowed her face. She walked over to the side of the bed and sat down next to me. When she turned around, to my horror, I saw the snake lady. Was this a nightmare; is she stalking me in my sleep too? Even if it was a dream I was paralyzed by her presence. She leaned in close to me, her face only an inch from mine. I could smell that unforgettable scent of mint radiating from her breath. She slowly licked my cheek all the way down to my neck. The moist warm feeling of her tongue gliding across my skin made me squirm in the bed. What was it about that tongue? At this point I didn't know if I was getting sick or aroused. She licked my cheek again but this time ended at my lips and gave me a light kiss. I was feeling tingles all over my body with the mint fragrance enveloping my body. I couldn't help but look down from her face and admire her breasts; they were so full and round, pressing against the soft fabric of her shirt. I could see the nipples protruding, trying to break free of their confinement. I was feeling my heart rate quicken as she licked my lips again, this time putting pressure between my lips. I let my lips open slightly to allow passage for the slithering intruder. It all seemed so real, was it actually a dream? Her tongue was now pushing deeper past my lips. I thought I would prevent it from going any further by using my tongue as a barrier. When I touched her tongue my eyes widened in shock and I started to sit up. Still kissing me she climbed on top of my pelvis pinning me to the bed. I pulled my head away from hers. "What in the hell is going on? What is wrong with your tongue?" She smiled and stuck out her tongue. It was about four inches long, an inch in diameter and was split down the center about a quarter of the way just like a snake. I was freaking out now trying to throw her off of my body but she was too strong. "Just relax honey I am going to give you more pleasure than you have ever imagined." With that she pulled her shirt over her head exposing the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. The vision made me yearn to kiss them and touch them. Oh man what was wrong with me, why am I enjoying this? I relaxed my body and she immediately sensed my surrender. She leaned down again and kissed me hard, her tongue exploring the depths of my mouth and leaving her scent. I responded by looking into her eyes and sucking on her tongue. Her breathing quickened and the slits in her eyes grew narrower. She pulled back and ripped open my shirt with a savage hunger; I was scared but aroused at the same time. I could feel my whole body tingling as the air hit my exposed breasts. Her tongue slithered in and out of her mouth each time pulling gently and stroking my right nipple. I was going crazy, I had never felt something like that in my life. I couldn't control my response to the intense feeling of pleasure and started gasping for air. Her tongue was now pulling at the other breast and my body was convulsing. She grabbed the waistband of my skirt and lifted her body off of my pelvis slightly. She pulled my skirt down following the waistband with her tongue. When her tongue reached my pussy my hips started to buck, almost throwing her off the bed. "My, someone is a little wet" she hissed. I was too intoxicated by the pleasure to respond. Her tongue started darting in and out of her mouth again, but this time my pussy was the target. She pushed my legs open with her hands and put her chin against my ass allowing her tongue maximum penetration. I could feel her tongue gliding in and out of my canal at an incredible speed. Oh shit the pain and pleasure was so intense I couldn't control my thoughts. At last she slowed down and let her tongue rest inside my womb, but then I let out a scream as I felt the ends of her tongue flicker against my G-spot. I grabbed the back of her head mashing her nose against my mound. Within moments I came... To be continued... Stockholm Crime was my bread and butter, but I had never experienced it firsthand. No one had even picked my pocket before, I had always been safe and sheltered from the bad side of human existence. I was protected from the criminals I represented by burglar alarms and neighbourhood watch. I really, really couldn't complain. But this all seemed a little ironic as I lay there, eyes covered by a tight blindfold, hands and feet tied outstretched and mouth stifled by a gag that was taped mercilessly to my face. I was flat on my back and couldn't move, speak or see. It was a situation I couldn't have seen coming if I'd been psychic. I'd never been so powerless in my life. I just didn't know why I was there or what was to happen now I was. I was frightened, of course, but after being there a while, with nothing going on, that fear bubbled under the thoughts running through my mind. As a kind of protection, my lawyer's brain analysed every fact at my disposal. The present circumstances explained nothing to me. I could feel that my wrists were bound in soft rope, I could smell a slight hint of feminine perfume in the air, I could hear a low hum of distant traffic. I was still in the city: I could assume that much from the sound, but my other senses told me nothing. The only explanation for my containment here had to be in some detail from the past. "Shhh," came a low whisper. Without sight, my hearing had grown more sensitive than usual. "What're we supposed to do with him?" another voice. Both female, both quite young. Creeping slowly closer towards me. "Shhh." "He's not going to identify us from our voices." "No, I suppose not." "So what should we do?" "Wait." "No - what're we going to do with him?" "Him? Well, you can do whatever you like with him. I'm going down to check the news." "Really? Anything at all?" The voice that seemed to have a more authoritative edge to it had gone. Was I now alone? Was I with one of them? Were they going to hurt me? I really couldn't tell. As far as I knew, I had never really done anything wrong in my twenty-five years. Certainly nothing to provoke a punishment like this. So what was it for? A ransom? I wasn't of particularly rich parentage, so they wouldn't get anything there. Who, then, would even pay a ransom for me? "You're all mine, now." Her voice came out of the air suddenly, close to my right ear, causing me to involuntarily flinch. It wasn't a frightening voice: it seemed so young - no older than a college student. Having never been kidnapped before, however, I wasn't to know whether that was a good sign or not. There had been young murderers before. Whoever she was, I could smell her perfume so I knew she was very close. She smelled wonderful - despite the danger I was in, I actually felt I wanted her near, just so I could breathe her in. Suddenly, I felt contact, and I flinched from the surprise. "Mmmm," she said softly, rubbing her nose along my cheek. "You're a fine one. Quite a catch." The mixture of fear and arousal was exquisite. I wriggled and pulled at my bonds. They held very firm. "No, no, no," she chided me, "that won't do any good. I've got you and there's nothing you can do about it." She pressed her face against my cheek, I felt her hot, velvety skin on mine and heard a sharp intake of breath, as though she was smelling me. "Mmm," once again, she moaned a little. "Delicious." I felt a hand close over my throat, squeezing me slightly. Was I going to get strangled? "You know," she whispered, her hot breath dancing on my ear, "it makes me wet between my legs to know I can do whatever I want with you." I couldn't help it: my cock responded to her soft words. I felt her hand drift down over my neck and across my shirt-covered chest. It came to a halt over my crotch, falling around my hardening erection. "Mmm," she moaned again, "who's a big boy, then?" I felt her trailing her face down my body, rubbing her lips and nose over my chest and stomach to bury herself in my crotch, where she stroked my rigid cock with her cheek and nose - I could feel the wonderful sensation through the thin material of my suit pants. "You smell nice, lawyer," she said. "And you have a nice cock. I think I'd like to see more of it." I felt her fumble at my fly, pulling by belt open and popping the buttons. She pulled my pants and boxers down in a single effort, pushing them over my thighs and down to my ankles. A chill breeze enveloped my naked crotch. "Mr Lawyer!" she cried, "you're pretty pleased to see me!" My cock quivered as her warm breath danced across its rigid length. I felt contact: her soft cheek against my shaft. She seemed to like the friction as she stroked her face gently over it. Now I felt her hands sweeping up my thighs to clasp hold of my privates. She peeled down my foreskin and kissed the top of my penis. "Mmm," she said again, "you taste good, Mr Lawyer. Nice clean cock with a hint of cream soda." She whispered in my ear again, "I like your cum, Mr Lawyer. It's soft and creamy. And you know what? I want some more." Suddenly, my cock was engulfed in hot wetness. I felt her rough tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked me, squeezing the base of my manhood while she took me I her mouth. I was in heaven. I was taken to the bring of release, but then just as quickly as it started, she broke off. I heard a door open behind me. "It's on the news." It was the other one, the one that sounded like the leader. "Do they have any leads?" That was my cock teaser. "No, I don't think so. How's our lawyer friend?" "He's very tasty - you'll love him." There was a pause as the stern one presumably looked me over. "Hmm, yes," she said after a while, "he's a nice-looking size. I think we can remove his gag. No one's going to hear him from here, and besides, he's going to need feeding and watering soon." I felt a cold steel knife slide under my gag. I was calm, despite the proximity of the sharp blade. I actually trusted my captors, and craved their touch. A quick tug on my binding, and the gag fell away. The cool breeze fell across my mouth, and I stretched my jaw muscles to rid myself of the memory of the restriction. "Did you like that, Mr Lawyer?" my spitfire whispered into my right ear. "Yes," I replied in a whisper. "Please." "I'm going to leave you with my partner now, but I'll be back, mark my words." I heard her whisper something to her partner, and then she was gone, the door closing behind her. I heard someone removing clothing, the soft noise of garments rubbing against flesh as they were taken off. Was she stripping completely? What kind of treatment was I in for? My answer came quickly. I felt a pair of hands grab hold of my softening cock, and I was again hard within a heart beat or two. I felt a delicate finger touch the very top of my penis, with the tell-tale lack of abrasion that came with the presence of pre-cum on my helmet. I heard her tasting her own finger, sucking in my taste. "You know, she's right. You do taste fine, lawyer," she said, her voice sterner than my spitfire's. She climbed aboard me, sitting astride my chest. I felt her nudity against me and my penis quivered with desire. Her athletic thighs squeezed my torso, her hands perched on my shoulders, and her hot, soaking pussy slithered against my stomach. "Now you get to taste me." She moved up my body, and I smelled her odour getting stronger and stronger as her pussy moved closer and closer to my face. Then it was all around me, hot flesh pressing in from all sides, locking my head in place as her dripping vagina slotted into place over my lips. She had hooked her calves under my shoulders, and was now in the ideal position to grind her sex onto my face. I felt her shudder the first time my tongue breached my lips and tentatively touched her inner pussy lips. Slowly, I opened my mouth wider and wider until her tangy labia were in full contact with my tongue, my lips, my hot mouth. She brushed her clitoris softly against my top lip as my tongue tangoed with her slick folds. I could hear her heart beat as her thighs pressed against my ears, and she built up into a considerable orgasm, pressing her weight down on my chin. I soaked up her juices with my tongue, but a trickle or two escaped my lips, flowing between my cheeks and her burning flesh. Her body shuddered as the feelings overcame her, her vagina gushing forth into my eager mouth. Then I was released again. "He performs well, no?" My spitfire was back. How much had she witnessed? Everything? "He is good. He will need the bathroom, I think." "Take off his binding." She said to me, "Mr Lawyer, I have a revolver trained on your feet. You try anything stupid, I will shoot pieces from your body. Understand?" "Yes," I said, my mouth still full of her partner-in-crime's juices. The stern woman climbed off me and set about unfastening the cords at my wrists and ankles. I was free, and yet just as confined. She tied my wrists together as some form of protection. I was led some yards across a carpeted floor. I felt the transition into a bathroom, with cold shiny tiling underfoot. "Sit." I was ordered. I did so, perching onto a toilet. "Now do what you have to." I found it very difficult with two pairs of female eyes, but my bladder was fairly full, so I managed to perform. I stood up once finished and was stripped fully, then guided into a shower while the toilet was flushed. The water came down on me: ice cold to start with, chilling me to the bone, then warming to a comforting temperature. And from somewhere else in the building, a telephone rang. The stern woman, who had begun to wash me, suddenly left my side, telling her partner, "You deal with him." I stood there, the hot water cascading over my body. A few moments after this, and my spitfire was in there with me, her naked skin against mine. My penis resumed its rigidity, and I felt her pressing my body against the cold tiled wall. "Who are you?" I asked as my cock pressed against her soft stomach. "Just a nice girl from law school," she said, grabbing my manhood and pulling it down between her legs, "who can't afford the fees." "You could have got a loan," I said, feeling myself sinking slowly inside her. "But this way's easier," she giggled, "why not get our industry to pay for our way into it? Pluck a healthy young Harvard graduate from his prestigious law firm and get them to fork out for him?" "When are you going to let me go?" I felt myself sinking into her as the water from the shower soaked into my blindfold - her pussy was already very wet and I just glided in. "When we get some cash." "What happens if they don't pay?" "They will." The muscles inside her vagina tensed and relaxed, squeezing my solid shaft within. "There's no way for them to tell where you are. We have the upper hand." "So what are you going to do with me in the mean time?" Slowly, she began to gyrate her hips, my solid column shifting within her tight, hot vagina, "in the mean time." she sighed, "I'll take advantage of the good choice of kidnap victim that we made." She pushed me to the wall, pulling me down slightly so she could get more of my cock within her. I sank deep as she thrust herself upon me, holding me with her hands on my behind. After my previous treatment, it wasn't long until I came, pumping thick semen into her depths. "You feel nice inside me, Mr. Lawyer," she breathed into my ear. "You feel wonderful around me, Ms. Law Student," I replied similarly, "why won't you let me touch you?" She said nothing in reply. We stood for a minute, my softening penis still within her. Then , slowly, she withdrew, and took a bar of soap to wash my skin. She rubbed me everywhere, cleaning away the day's grime with those tantalizingly delicate fingers, paying special attention to my penis, my scrotum and underneath to my anus, which she teased with her digit as she rinsed off the soap. "There," she said, "clean as a whistle." I was dried with a rough towel, and felt my cock springing up again. "My, you are keen," she giggled again. "But it's time for some food first." I was not re-clothed, but that did not bother me. It was not too cold in that room. I was made to sit down, and I found myself collapsing onto a soft couch. Very cosy. They fed me cheese pizza, during which the two of them discussed our situation. It seemed that my law firm was going against police wishes and was coming up with a ransom. It wouldn't be long now. After my feed, I was once again led to the bed, and shackled as I had been before, but without that gag. They felt I could be trusted now - how better to treat your kidnap victim, after all? And I knew I wouldn't be screaming the house down. I only wondered how I could possibly keep my sweet young cock teasing spitfire after this was all over. "I have to go and pick up the money," said the stern one after I was once more confined to my quarters. "Be careful," my spitfire replied. "If I'm not back within two hours," she warned, "then for God's sake get out of here, I've been caught, okay? There's nothing in my house to connect you with any of it. No use both of us going down for it." "You're sure?" "Absolutely. When you get to be a top class lawyer, you can just help out a lowly ex-con from time to time." "Don't be ridiculous," she said, "it'll go to plan." I heard them leaving, discussing what they were going to do. The door closed again, and I was left alone for a long while. - "How's my handsome lawyer?" she awakened me from my light siesta. "Do you know how wet you make me?" she whispered into my ear, making my cock almost leap with need. She held a finger up to my nose, and I caught her musky scent of her moisture. "Do you want some more?" "Let me taste you," I pleaded. "Very well," I heard her move away, and then she climbed onto me. I felt that she was facing towards my head, and there wasn't a stitch on her. She shifted her position and I felt her soft pussy gently land on my mouth. The smoothness of her soaking shaven slit just seemed to blend with my lips, as a soft sprinkling of downy hair tickled my nose. Like a thirsty hound, I lapped at her labia, squeezing my tongue between them to delve into her succulent vagina. She tasted sweeter than I remembered her stern friend to be. Her perfume, a creamy fragrance, blended with the scent of her arousal to turn me on more than any aroma I'd ever experienced. I couldn't help it: I was addicted. Her thighs did not grip my head quite as forcefully as her partner in crime had done, so my ears were open to sounds other than her heart beat. I could hear her clearly enjoying the texture of my tonguing. "You blow my mind, lawyer," she sighed. I took it as a cue to up the tempo of my tongue as it tangoed with her tender pussy lips. But she suddenly shifted, turning her body over me. Once again, I felt her pussy grind down onto my mouth, but this time the other way up. My nose and face wedged in between her soft clean butt cheeks, and I resumed my feasting of her free flowing juices. I felt her hands close over my shaft, and it wasn't long before she was playing an air on my hornpipe. I found her clitoris with my lips and tongue, and as I felt her begin to really go at my cock, I flicked the tip of my tongue under the hood of her button, feeling the orgasm surging through both of us. Rivulets of her juices poured down my chin as she shuddered to climax, with me simultaneously giving in to those extraordinary sensations to empty myself into her hot mouth. She sucked down my emissions like a woman possessed, then remained on top of me a while, as we both caught our breaths. She washed my cock with her mouth as it shrank and softened, and I gently cleaned up her pussy, licking up all the moisture from her soft folds. When she eventually removed herself from my body, my senses were all on fire. "Did you enjoy that, Mr Lawyer?" she whispered into my ear. "You taste divine," I replied. I felt her dive onto my mouth, her lips locking with mine, her hands holding my head. Our tongues danced - despite the treatment I had received previously, this kiss was the most intimate moment yet. It actually seemed as though she felt something for me. There was a connection between us that transcended the professional level of kidnapper and captive. I had heard of it - as a lawyer I had come upon a few strange cases. Stockholm Syndrome, it was called. Former kidnap victims refused to testify against their captors out of pure blind love. Now, for the first time, I understood. "I...I don't know what came over me." she said breathlessly once she had broken away from me. "Let me see you," I begged. "No." her confidence as a kidnapper seemed to have departed. "No...I couldn't." "Just a glimpse." I pleaded, "I wouldn't tell a soul." "You'd give me away." "I wouldn't...I...I love you." There. I said it. I shocked even myself - so what she must have felt I couldn't imagine. There was only silence until the door closed. I was alone. My heart was beating like a military drum. I had never before declared my love, especially not to someone I had only been with for a matter of hours, someone of whom I hadn't even seen a glimpse. And yet for some strange and inexplicable reason, I had never felt so right feeling the way I did. I did love her, I wanted her, I needed her. But how could I get her? It was quite awhile I spent there alone. I must have drifted off to sleep, a sleep filled with swirling imagery, dreams blending with reality, my captors making love to me, my parents upset at my loss, my cock teaser untying my bonds. I awoke and found that I was lying in a fetal position on the bed, curled up like a kitten in front of a blazing fire. I was entirely free to move, but though my hands were free, I did not remove my blindfold that still kept me in the dark. "Are you there?" I asked, hoping desperately that she was. There was just silence for a while, and my heart sank. But then, softly, she spoke. "That was cruel," she said, the hurt showing in her voice. "What was cruel?" I asked, disorientated. I got up, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to face in her direction. "What you said." "I spoke nothing but the truth. I would do nothing to hurt you. Ever." "How could you possibly have.feelings for me," she said, "you're a cruel man to play with my affections like that." "Love can be cruel," I admitted. "Come here. Please." I waited, wondering whether she would come to me, or whether she would simply run out of the door and out of my lonely life. Then she was there, in my arms. She was now fully dressed, I felt a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt around her fabulous figure. I held her to me close, pressing my face to her body, willing everything to be all right. She put her arms around my head, and everything seemed perfect - she was all around me, her softness, her warmth, her sweet fragrance. I stood up, using my hands to gently sense out her body. She was quite petite, with slender, soft curves, wonderfully soft skin and silky hair down to her waist. She reached up to my face and gently removed my blindfold. The light was startling, and so was she. Long blonde hair, and large doe-like chestnut brown eyes staring out from an uncertain but breathtakingly sweet face. About five years my junior, I'd say, the kind of girl who inspired men to great things - or folly. "Why are you doing this?" she asked softly, strange innocence in those uncertain eyes. "Because I love you," I said, "and I need you more than anyone I've ever met or ever will meet." "But I kidnapped you." "And I thank my lucky stars that you did," I said, kissing her again softly on her lips. She responded, then drew away. Stockholm Sophie slowly came to her senses; her memory was hazy and she could not remember why see was here. As thoughts began to re-enter her head Sophie realised that her eyes were closed but despite her best efforts it seemed like they were glued shut. In fact her how body seemed to be frozen to the surface upon which she lay, nothing would move. Normally a discovery like this would have scared Sophie silly (as you would expect it to) but this was not the case; she stayed calm and relaxed almost as if her paralysis was just some minor inconvenience that would soon go away. Just as her mind was on the verge of wandering off on a tangent trying to get to the bottom of the whole not moving and not worrying situation it struck Sophie that someone else was with her. She could not she but she could definitely make out the sound of breathing on her right. However, before she had the opportunity to ponder her next action her company spoke: "Sophie I'm glad to see you're up at last, I was starting to panic that I'd given you an overdose, how do you feel?" "F...f...fine," Sophie replied, slightly thrown by the warmness in this voice. There was also the fact that this voice was nothing like what she was expecting. Trapped like she was, Sophie had pictured a dangerous rough looking man, getting off on the power trip he was experiencing by having a girl completely at his mercy like she was. However this voice was not like that at all; it was different; it was ... female. Although this was shock enough on its own it was not just the femininity of the voice which came as a surprise. The voice lacked forcefulness; there was concern and almost a sense worry encapsulated in her tone. These did not strike Sophie as the words of a kidnapper but the position she found herself in kind of suggested otherwise. Sophie realised she needed to know more about who this girl was. Was she just a guard? Maybe she was in hospital after an attack; this girl could just be a nurse on call. Sophie knew she needed to find out more: W...W...Where am I? What's going on? Why can't I move?" she asked. "It's nothing to worry about Soph, trust me. Where you are is not important, all that is important is that we have got this chance to talk in private. I thought you may be nervous about what I had to say so I gave you a couple of mind and body relaxants just to clear your mind a bit. I don't want you to worry; I'm only thinking of you." There was a tranquillity in this girl's voice which made it hard for Sophie to question her motives. Even though it was now quite clear she was indeed a prisoner, Sophie did not feel she was in danger. Hearing this other girl speak Sophie was able to pick up a few things about her potential identity: It was a young voice, probably mid twenties; the accent was local like her own but softer. Sophie still couldn't quite get over how shy this girl seemed to be. In fact if you had heard them talk you could have mistaken her for a captee not a captor. One thing was for certain though. This was not a voice Sophie recognised so again she spoke out: "But, who are you?" "I do not expect you to remember me" The girl responded. Sophie thought she even detected a hint of sadness in her words as she continued: "We see each other everyday day and still you do not know me; but then why would you? You are the Vice-President of a major insurance company; I am just a woman in love with the unattainable. In love with a woman whom I know should be mine, who has always been mine and always will be." This again caused confusion in Sophie's mind. If they meet everyday how can she not recognise the voice? Sophie's mind started racing through the possibilities. Where does she go? What does she do regularly? Maybe this girl works in Subway, or drives a bus. She could be a beggar on her route to work. She needed to put a face to the voice: "You said we see each other everyday?" "We do" the girl replied. "Of course you would not know but please, just try to think. When you take the bus to work, who is it that gives up their seat? Me. When you are running late for work, who is holding the door open for you as you rush past? Me. I am the girl who always gives up her place in line for you. I am the girl who is always watching out for you, always trying to protect you. Even when you go abroad I am there with you, looking after you. Every penny I earn I spend for you. You are the reason I exist and I am yours. If we were to spend just one day apart, our lives would cease to matter." Sophie could not help but be slightly moved by the passion with which these words were uttered. A large part of her still of course hated this girl and was more than a little worried about what was about to happen to her. However there was something there, something hard to pinpoint which made this girl feel like a human and not some monster who went around abducting other women. There was a weakness in the way she opened herself up to Sophie in this way. At this point Sophie decided that the best thing for her to do was to keep this girl talking: "Surely I would have noticed you" "I keep out of your way" the girl replied. "Everyday I say that 'today is the day, today will be the day I finally tell you that we are destined to be together forever' but I can't. I am a nothing in this lifetime. Just like I am a nothing in every lifetime but you are always so majestic so much better than I. For this reason I make sure you do not see me, that you cannot know me until I am ready to make you understand our destiny." Despite her better judgement Sophie felt a deep sense of sorrow for this girl; she seemed so close but yet so distant. Sophie could feel no malice or spite in her words, just grief and melancholy. However this did not change the fact that she was a prisoner and this girl was her captor. Sophie knew that there were all too many times when people have committed acts outside themselves, having done things nobody else felt they were capable of doing. Yes this girl felt frail and sincere but one false move could well send her psychotic. She had to keep questioning her: "So if you love me so much why kidnap me? Why trap me here? I cannot move; you hold me here against my will. If you felt so strongly why did you not just summon up the courage to tell me instead of resorting to this? How could I possibly feel love for a person who would do such a thing?" She heard a distressed sigh, for this girl was audibly hurt by what she had just said. "What would you have said if I told you? If a woman you did not know professed her love for you in the street what you would think? You would think she was crazy or delusional, you would have done all you could to get away as quickly as possible maybe even called the police. I defy you to tell me differently." "But still, this is..." "I don't want to tell you how I feel about you, I need you to understand. To truly understand how deep our connection goes." "Then why trap me like this? Why can't I move or open my eyes?" "There is no other way. I hate to see you like this I really do but I need you to stay here. Just for as long as I need to make you understand. I do not want you to see me until I am ready; I cannot bear the thought you may reject me. When I see you look into my eyes for the first time I want to see love in those eyes not fear or hate. I have no wish to hold such power over you but for this day. For this one moment in time it is vital in order to help you realise what we mean to each other but after today my hold over you will cease there shall be no lasting bind. I have no wish to control you, just to be loved by you. However I do realise now that for you to truly understand us, I will need you to trust me. The bonds that hold you come solely from the power of my words; I can release you whenever I wish. I have no permanent hold over you; my power is drug induced. Once I release you, you will become a free woman again. I only tell you this so that you can accept my next offer without scepticism or suspicion." "What offer? What are you planning to do?" Sophie asked sensing a window of opportunity. "I am going to let you go ... if you want me to. When I hold your hand I will give you the power to move it. If you take your hand out of mine then I will accept that we can never be together. You will be free to go. However if you leave your hand in mine then I will know you are willing to listen to my heart, to give me a chance to help you understand how much we mean to each other. All I want is the chance; I know I can help you realise the love we share." Sophie could feel that this girl was sincere but she was not going to remain a prisoner. She knew what she had to do and soon she would be free. A slight sense guilt began to eat away at her but she did all she could to suppress it. Yes it was going to be hard on this girl to suffer rejection like this but that did not change the fact she was a kidnapper. She had committed an act for which she should be incarcerated not pitied. As much as a part of her felt real compassion for this girl; that fact still remained unchanged and regardless of any other feelings she may have Sophie knew she had to take advantage of what could possibly be her one chance at freedom. Sophie's thoughts were broken by the sounds of footsteps as the girl made her way towards her. As the sound stopped beside her Sophie could feel the girl's eyes looking down on her. It could have been her imagination but Sophie felt as if this girl was not looking at her, but into her. Her very soul felt like it was being watched, searched for information she didn't even know she held. Sophie could sense the girl kneel beside her as she took her hand. Sophie was not prepared for how gently the girl had taken her hand. It felt so delicate, so vulnerable; not the grip of someone who believed themselves to be in a position of power. Sophie knew she wanted to let go but something was stopping her. Something was telling her to just think about it for a few seconds first. Maybe this girl needed to be listened to, maybe this was a cry for help and a rejection at this stage would destroy her. Sophie's trail of thought was broken by a water droplet splashing onto her hand and her heart just melted. Her mind was filled with the image of this girls kneeling beside her, praying that she stay. Like a husband at side of his sick wife as she lay fighting for her life this girl was by her side hoping that she will not lose her love. Sophie could sense that the love was real, she could feel it. Maybe it would be better to hear her out first? Even though the feeling was not mutual Sophie felt that she owed the girl that much. She tightened her grip on the girl's hand: "Ok, I'll stay" Sophie heard a brief sob beside her as her captor was briefly overcome with emotion. The girl was now holding Sophie hand with both of her own. She brought Sophie's hand up to her face and began to sob into it: "Thank you, thank you, thank you" she kept repeating amidst her tears of joy. Sophie felt a warm feeling inside as she had created a moment of genuine happiness for this girl. Slowly the tears of her captor subsided and she began to talk again: "You don't realise how much this means to me, to have a chance to help you understand, it's more than I had hoped for. I just beg that you listen to what I say with an open mind and an open heart. The love we should share is so strong it could keep the world from turning. You cannot understand how it feels to have a love like that and for it not to be reciprocated." "I am here aren't I?" Sophie reassured her, "If I was not going to listen I would have left when you gave me the chance" "I know, I... I... sorry I just can't believe you stayed, a part of me still cannot believe you are here; I am just waiting for something to go wrong. Of course I believe you, I know you. You would never lie to me. I just need to compose myself a second." There was a brief silence of what was probably no more than ten seconds but the intensity in the air combined with the polar apprehensions of both captor and captee made it feel like lifetimes had past. Then in what began as barely above a whisper the girl began to speak. "I was thirteen the first time I saw you. I remember it like it was yesterday. You were coming out of the shopping mall in your school uniform with two of your friends. You used to braid your hair back then; it was cute. I was on my way to visit see my mother who worked in the café on the second floor but when I saw you; it was like the world had stopped spinning. You were so beautiful and you had this glow which just lit up my soul I had to keep reminding myself to breathe. One of your braids kept falling out of place and you couldn't fix it in place, it was funny. You didn't see the funny side though. Maybe that's why you decided to start straightening your hair? Anyway, that day I knew there was something between us but what could I do? I was still getting used to accepting that I liked girls so to find myself in love with a girl I'd never seen before was too much too take in. One thing I knew though was that I had to see you again. You used to go to the mall after school everyday always with the same two or three friends. I lose count the amount of times I wished I was one of those girls beside you. You did love shopping back then; you went to the same mall five times a week for at least the five years of school I knew you for." Sophie couldn't believe how long this infatuation had been going on. "You've been watching me for fifteen years?" "Yes, fifteen years, three months and eleven days. I've been there for you every day. I even moved to Boston for three years whilst you were at University. If something was to happen to you I don't know what I would do. We cannot live without each other." Sophie couldn't help but feel a slight pleasure at the thought of having someone as devoted to them as this girl certainly was. She may almost have admitted she was started to feel a slight admiration at this girl's dedication to her. The thought started going through her head as to what she would have given for one of her boyfriends to have cared even half as much as this stranger did. Knowing she was treading on dangerous ground she composed herself. She needed to let this girl know she was listening: "Why do you say we cannot live without each other?" "Because our lives are like one, we are like one soul split into two bodies. We share the same birth and we shall share the same death. It is our eternal fate." "We share the same birth?" asked Sophie, bemused. "Yes, we were born within minutes of each other and shall die together also" "Why do you say that?" "Because it has always been that way" "I don't understand" "When I was eighteen, I decided to see somebody to find out if I was crazy or not. I'd been fixated with you for nearly five years and needed to know if there could be a reason why. After visiting many different psychologists and getting more questions than answers I turned to alternative answers and that's when I met the psychic" "Psychic?" "Yes she told me she could see into my soul; she told me that what she saw was incomplete. We share a soul Sophie; it's a fact which means we can only be happy when we are together. For Millennia we have always been born together and always we have died together, in every life until now we have been united and if you deny us this chance to be one again in this lifetime it may destroy us. Not just in today, for our entire destiny." Thoughts started stirring in Sophie's mind. It was true she had never found love, that she cannot remember a time when she was truly contented in life but this? This can't be true; can it? Could that emptiness Sophie had always felt inside her really be a hole in her soul? She found herself starting to believe that maybe this girl was correct. "No she can't be" Sophie said to herself. I need to know more: "I don't understand, how can you know this?" "The psychic showed me some of our past lives. The times when we were together and how happy we were. We always looked contented with our lives; even in times of despair our love has never faltered. We have been slaves together for an Egyptian Pharaoh, Roman wives left alone whilst our husbands fight for the empire, we've survived the Spanish Inquisition, extreme homophobia and even deportation from Africa to become slaves. Whatever the obstacle we have overcome it together and we have never been apart. We have died for each other more times that I can remember. We always die together so that our soul can move on to the next life complete. If you deny us now then I don't know what will become of us." Sophie's head was a mass of confusion now; she knew in her head that this could not be true. Such a thing was impossible but her heart wanted to believe otherwise. It wanted to believe that she had a missing piece someone who would complete her. In twenty eight years she had found nobody to make her happy, just a string of mistakes and regrets. Maybe this girl really was the one. "No! Get a hold of yourself girl." She told herself. "This girl is a kidnapper, she is delusional. Don't let yourself get dragged in. you need to get out of here." She decided she had one last shot of getting out of this: "I don't even know your name" "It's Donna" the girl replied shyly. "Donna, that's a sweet name." Sophie responded calmly. "Donna, you need to let me go. Please just let me open my eyes, I cannot lie like this anymore." "I see, so you... so you don't see our connection" Donna asked almost in tears. "I didn't say that Donna, we do have a connection, I feel it. But I have to be able to move." "I understand, I will let you go but please just give me two minutes" "Of course" Sophie said trying to hide her relief. Sophie felt Donna let go of her hand and listened as she moved back to a corner of the room. As Sophie heard the girl seat herself down behind her, Donna begin to speak. "If you have to go please can you just leave, don't look back. I don't think I could live anymore if I have to look into your eyes and see there is no love there. When I say you are released you will just sit up and open your eyes. There will be an unlocked door in front of you. If we can never be then please just walk through it and don't look back. I promise that once you leave I will never se you again..." After a few moments of heartbroken sobbing Donna finally brought herself to say the words Sophie was waiting to hear: "You are released" With that Sophie began to sit up, words could not have expressed the relief she felt in getting her mobility back. With a small feeling of triumph she opened her eyes. There was the door in front of her; she slowly rose to her feet. She could see the door; now all she had to do was walk through it. Slowly but surely Sophie made her way to the door making sure not to look back, she had about three paces to go when something stopped her; there was music playing. It was not loud but it was distinct: *"Every breath you take Every move you make" * Sophie knew she should keep going towards the door but her feet wouldn't move, she wanted to look back, look back at where the music was coming from. For all her effort she was rooted to the spot, the words emanating in her ears Sophie was overpowered by the compulsion to look back, just once. She turned around and for the first time, she saw Donna. The tiny petite girl sitting in the corner of the room was just like Sophie had pictured from her voice. She was modestly dressed but yet radiated a certain beauty which was hard to define. Slowly Sophie readied herself to just look Donna in the eye. *"Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you"* Stockholm Quickly Sophie focused on the floor in order to work her way up to Donna's eyes slowly. Carefully raising her head Sophie ran her eyes up Donna's body beginning with her tiny feet, moving up her jean clad legs to her waist. From here she moved onto her breasts and then finally she looked Donna in the eye: *"Oh, can't you see You belong to me"* Staring into Donna's eyes, suddenly Sophie understood. She could see in those sad green eyes a lifetime of heartache but even more than that she could she into her soul and it was in pain. Staring into this girl's eyes Sophie could feel the anguish that she felt for now she shared her pain and her sadness. Looking into Donna's soul Sophie realized that what she saw was not the soul of another being but the missing link of herself. Everything she had been searching for in her life she had found in the eyes of this young girl and she was elated. Finally being the one to break the gaze Sophie took Donna's hand: "I understand now," "Really?" "Yes, I mean it. I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you but we are together now. Forever" "I can't believe this is happening, this is... you have made me so happy. I lo..." Sophie put a finger to Donna's lips before she could finish what she had waited so many years to say. "Not yet..., I have to show you first" Before Donna could respond Sophie pulled her towards her and they embraced. In one kiss years of emptiness was for both girls was cast aside as their broken soul reconnected. The kiss began slow and intense as the two girls' tongue massaged and caressed its counterpart, knowing exactly where to go and how to act. Then passion took over as each tongue fought for supremacy other the over. Sophie then continued the initiative as she freed Donna from her t-shirt and bra. As the kissing continued Donna returned the favour, slowly unbuttoning Sophie blouse and releasing her breast so that both girls were now topless in their embrace. Sophie led Donna over to the bed which until recently she had been mentally bound to and lay Donna upon it. Slowly she mounted her topless lover and lowered herself down to her. Sophie began to explore Donna's body kissing and sucking at the side of her neck. Donna released a sigh of pleasure as Sophie tongue teased and caressed her. She had waited all her life for Sophie and because of which this was the first time she had ever felt an intimate touch and she loved it. The blissful moans continued as Sophie's mouth moved its way down to her breasts, expertly kissing around the nipple with only a brief flick of the tongue actually touching the nipple itself. Sensations were beginning to rise within Donna's loins as her body screamed for the needs of her nipples to be met. As if telepathically Sophie granted her wish as her mouth enveloped the swollen teat, sucking and massaging. Donna's lust grew as Sophie just seemed to know how to make her body sing and they weren't even at the main event yet. Sophie had never done this before with a girl but she knew it was right. She just knew where and how Donna liked to be touched and if any onlooker had been watching this coming together of two eternal lovers they would have refused to believe that Sophie was a girl in the process of losing her lesbian virginity. Maybe in a way they would have been right too, for although Sophie may be experiencing this special kind of love for the first time the same cannot be said for the soul within her. Since time began her incarnations known Donna's in this way. This was a sexual dance which had been perfected over millennia of different couples sharing the same soul and as Sophie began to shed Donna of her remaining clothing, she knew that it was this endless chain of true love that she was tapping into to please her newfound soul mate. As Sophie looked down at her naked smiling lover all she saw was love, not beauty or allure or kindheartedness but pure love. A love which was all these things and more, a love which transcended everything she had ever known or ever would know. Looking into Donna's eyes she knew there was nowhere else she would ever want to be. She lowered her body down to Donna and softly kissed her thigh, feeling her lover's breath begin to quicken as Sophie was nearing her ever-wettening sex he stopped. Kissing her way up Donna's body Sophie softly whispered into her ear: "I love you" Donna began to sob as tears of joy ran down her face. She grabbed Sophie and hugged her hard, finally a lifetime or torment was over and she knew her soul had found its over half. As Sophie's recommenced her journey down Donna's body, Donna just smiled a blissful smile for all her dreams were coming true. As her lover's tongue entered her body for the first time euphoria filled her body. She and Sophie would be together for always. Her body quivered under the pleasure that Sophie was supplying while Donna listened to the background music which was now coming to an end. *"I'll be watching you"* That would be their song. Stockholm Delight Stockholm, Sweden, Saturday evening It is Saturday... how the hell did I end up alone in a hotel bar? My date cancelled at the last minute, that dick. All dressed up and no fun. I sipped on a martini, standing by the bar. Felt weird, standing there all alone... I considered just calling it a night, go home and curse all men. But hey, I am not leaving a drink I paid for, so I might as well hang around a while... I bought a new dress and everything for this date...even skipped my thong, prepared for fun tonight... suddenly I felt under-dressed. The bartender glanced at me, I probably looked lost. I was not used to standing in a bar alone... but hey, live and learn I thought to myself, sipping my drink And then I realised that I wasn't technically alone - a short distance to my left stood a man, seemingly oblivious to my presence and concentrating on a book, a dark red drink of some kind sitting close by. He was in his late 40s or early 50s, with salt-and-pepper hair, slightly curly. He wasn't exactly dressed up, but wore a well-cut dark grey suit, crisp white shirt and a somewhat flamboyant silk tie that seemed to be his attempt to assert his individuality in a grey business world. His only concession to the fact that he was no longer in a client meeting was the fact that his top shirt button was undone, and his tie just slightly loosened. I studied him, mentally contrasting our sartorial choices, and wondering what on earth his red drink might be... I returned to my martini, studying myself in the mirror behind the ranks of bottles at the bar. Shit - I'm hot, I thought. And that was not all that I was thinking, as I felt the familiar tingle begin between my smooth and barely-covered lips... I had finished my drink by now, and the bartender asked if i wanted another. I looked to my side and pointed 'I think I will have what he is having, looks tasty.' The man showed no sign of hearing me, reading his book, looking really focused on his reading. 'Sorry to bother you...' I almost whispered. 'But could you tell me what that drink is?' I looked up from my book. 'Oh, this? Just an Americano, with a twist. You are welcome to taste it, if you like.' 'Thank you,' I responded, with a hint of a smile. I thought I saw the same pass across his lips. I reached over and picked up the glass - cold, wet with condensation from the ice and, on closer inspection, sporting the subtlest of twists of bitter orange peel. His eyes followed the glass as I raised it to my lips... and then could feel them settle on those lips as I took the tiniest of sips. I looked playfully at him as I did so, the bittersweet liquid creating an explosion of flavour in my mouth. His eyes lifted and met mine. 'So... what do you think? I'm told it's an acquired taste...' I said, again allowing just a hint of a smile to play on my lips. 'It tasted great, never tried it before.' I smiled as the bartender served me my drink. 'Good thing it tasted good, otherwise my order would have been stupid. Nice to try new things now and then. Again, sorry to pull you away from your book.' 'Hey - no worries, it's not that great anyway. It's always good to have the chance to talk to someone new when I'm travelling - can get so bloody tedious in the evenings with nothing to do but sip cocktails and read novels!' The book is good, yes, but suddenly this girl is talking to me and it doesn't seem quite so interesting any more. I mean... I know I'm the only guy in the bar and maybe she feels embarrassed to be sitting there in silence on her own... but she really is stunning. And that dress! Makes this godforsaken place rather more appealing, I must say! 'So you like Americanos, do you? That says quite a lot about a woman, in my experience...' 'You think so? Guess not everyone likes the taste, but I totally got a new favorite drink. So cheers!' I raise my glass a little, looking at him. I thought this would be a terrible night, funny how things change so fast... 'Yes, it's bittersweet, subtle and sensuous with a hint of adventure, even if that does sound like a bad bit of marketing...' I said, proffering my glass towards hers to chink. 'To a new adventure, here of all places! I'm Stephen, by the way.' 'Hi Stephen..I am Linnéa, friends call me Nea. Nice to meet you.' I looked in his eyes. 'Nice to meet you, Nea, if I may call you that.' She was looking straight into my eyes and I looked back... for a moment longer just politeness would allow. Deep brown eyes, somehow a contrast to her golden hair. Intense eyes, with a look that seemed to be saying... what, exactly? He looked back at me, I almost felt embarrassed. Did he pick up on my thoughts...? No, get a grip... I looked back down at my drink, almost blushing. Did she just blush? Surely not... I must be imagining it. 'So, Nea, other than sharing Americanos with strange men, what do you do for fun?' I asked - hey, what have I got to lose? 'Oh, the usual stuff... party, shopping, travel... boring, right?' I smiled, sipping on my drink. 'You, what do you do, besides helping strange girls choose drinks?' 'I'm a consultant - I tell my clients how to do what they do, better... And when I'm not doing that I like to see the sights, and occasionally those sights are rather more special.' 'I see... and what kind of sights do you like the most...?' 'That's an interesting question... I guess I tend to like beauty in all its forms... valleys, mountains, gorges... and the occasional stream. I love places where you have to hunt a while before you find how to get in but then, once you do, you find yourself surrounded by sheer delight.' I smile, looking at him. 'Very well put... you have a way with words. I like it. Find any of that here yet...?' 'Stockholm's pretty flat, really, although the water everywhere does make it pleasantly... humid. Locally, there are some very aesthetic undulations, though...' I let my gaze fall from her eyes towards her cleavage, hoping that she wouldn't notice (or maybe hoping that she would). Her dress, clearly economical in its use of materials, was cut in such a way as to present her breasts as though on offer to the spectator. I looked back up at her eyes. She smiled a knowing smile, with a hint of naughtiness that was not without its effect on me. Judging by his eyes wandering over me, I would say my new dress worked... I smiled at him as I adjusted one shoulder strap on the dress. 'Glad to hear that Stephen, don't want you to only see the boring side of this city...' 'No... I find that every city, no matter how dull (and I would not of course put Stockholm in that category), has the most sensuous sights and experiences to offer.' She had adjusted one of the shoulder straps on her dress, which had the effect of revealing a touch more of her mesmerising figure. I had to force myself not to stare, tongue hanging out... but managed to maintain my composure and what I liked to think was an intriguing simulation of distance. 'Are there any places you like to explore when you feel in need of stimulation?' I wasn't sure of her reaction to the increasingly blatant suggestion in my words. But - what the heck - I had nothing to lose. I studied her face as she considered my question. 'Oh, I would say most places work if you are in the right mood.' I smiled at him, not entirely sure he was saying what I thought he was... better keep it vague, don't want to come off as a... well... over-eager girl. But by now I was very intrigued by this man... 'Oh yes... that is undoubtedly true! The right mood makes almost anything fun... and makes some things positively... superlative.' The Americano was starting to loosen my tongue... god knows what I'd say next. But, as I kept reminding myself, I had very little to lose at this point and, just possibly, judging by the most alluring creature in front of me, quite a lot to gain. 'Have you eaten?' I asked her, casually, '...only they say that the tapas here are the best in Stockholm.' Again, I studied her face - still showing hints of a blush - for a reaction. This was turning into a most fascinating evening. 'Actually, I haven't. That would explain the drink going straight to my head...' I smiled. 'They are stronger than they look...' I sipped the last of my drink. 'Well, unless you're in a hurry, perhaps you'd like to join me to sample some?' I asked, smiling more warmly. The place was empty, and along one edge of the bar was a long bench with tables, strewn with cushions, that looked rather inviting. At one end was a very modern, Scandinavian design open fire with very modern, Scandinavian flames playing neatly within. 'I am in no rush... would be happy to join you. I never tried the food here, so it will be a first for me too.' I looked in his eyes again... no blushing this time, the drinks probably helped... 'I'm so glad... shall we sit over there...?' I gestured towards the long bench. She smiled, nodded, and turned to walk towards the table area. As she moved, I could have sworn that she was wearing nothing underneath her dress, which as a result clung to her body in the most erotic way. From the back, her curves were just as appealing as they were from the front. I tried to hold my imagination in check as I followed her... I walked over to the tables, hoping he liked what he saw. I did like the attention, I will admit that. What is the point of buying a nice dress otherwise? 'Here?' I pointed towards one of the benches near us. 'Why not?' I said, watching as she sat. I walked up to the bench and sat next to her (I had noticed that this area did not offer any other seating possibility), but not too close. I didn't want her to feel crowded or pressured... But I was beginning to sense that it wouldn't be too long before I got considerably closer. STOP IT! the little voice inside said to me... She's half your age and clearly would see nothing in you whatsoever. Just focus on choosing some tasty food and think of finishing your book! But somehow I wasn't sure the little voice was right this time... 'This is nice, no one disturbing us...' I opened the menu. There was only one menu at the table, so he moved closer so we both could see. I almost felt his breath on my shoulder...is this smart? Getting involved like this with a stranger... older too. But... it felt so right. What the hell, go with the flow... She had opened the only menu available, so I moved slightly closer to be able to read it. As I skimmed over the text, my eyes caught sight of her hemline... her very short hemline that revealed some rather shapely legs... I corrected my glance and tried to focus on the choices available... 'Well... they seem to have some quite interesting dishes,' I offered by way of conversation. My mind, however, was not on the food. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and was sure she would notice... 'do you have any particular preferences?' I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin material of her dress, and sitting beside her gave me an even more generous view of her breasts. Gentlemen though I am, I could not help but notice that her nipples were erect and poking gently at the material... unencumbered as they were by a bra. As she moved, they moved subtly too. She turned to look at me and I managed, just in time I think, to move my eyes back to the menu. 'I eat most things... maybe I will try some sushi. I have recently learned to appreciate that taste, never cared for it before.' He looked at me and smiled. His eyes wandered a bit... which I did not mind. 'And you, anything you fancy?' 'Mmm... sushi sounds good. Let's start with that.' I gestured to the waiter and ordered a plate of assorted sushi. '... and could we have the wine list, please?' She didn't seem to mind that I was being ever less discreet about my hungry glances at her, that were really starting to push the boundaries of polite interaction. She turned slightly to face me, her full lips slightly parted, and looked again at me with what was - surely - something approaching lust in her eyes. I may sometimes kid myself about such things but this was almost as blatant as my appreciation of her curves... Facing him, he smiled. I tried to keep my composure, but was not sure I did that well. The connection between us was obvious by now. So I tried the old trick... a subtle touch on her arm to see if she recoiled. Testing the waters. She did not. In fact, her hand touched my arm back. She smiled, and moved her lips just a little closer. They were so close that there could be no ambiguity now. I leaned towards her and let my lips touch hers, gently. Her response was immediate as she started to kiss me hungrily... and I did the same... We were oblivious to the surroundings (thankfully, an empty bar) as we sucked on each other's lips, our tongues explored and we forgot time and place. Until we heard a clearing of the throat - the waiter had returned with the wine list. We attempted each to regain composure as if nothing had happened, and I took the list from him. Nea was slightly breathless... her red lipstick slightly smeared, and one thin strap had slipped down from her shoulder. Goodness knows how I looked! A knowing smile and look of complicity passed between us as we turned to the wine list. Suddenly I was all over him, in a kiss like there was no tomorrow... pure lust. When the waiter brought the wine list I felt all out of breath... but tried to seem calm. Inside my heart was racing. Wow, that was a great kiss... I adjusted myself, trying to stay focused on the wine list. 'I was thinking of a dry white,' I said, although actually I was thinking of something rather less dry, 'would you like that?' She looked out of breath after our kiss - quite a spectacular kiss actually - and was trying to arrange the atoms of her dress into something almost decent. As she thought about her response, I put my hand on her leg, under the table. I felt her part her legs imperceptibly, but invitingly nonetheless. The waiter returned to take our wine order. I looked quizzically at her, and she nodded, apparently temporarily unable to speak. 'A bottle of the Sancerre, please,' I said to him with a smile. He strode off. My hand remained where I had ventured to place it - undisturbed. The skin of her leg was soft and smooth... and I allowed my touch to wander northward... encouraged by a further parting of her toned thighs... His hand on my leg felt perfect. He looked in my eyes as he moved it up against my leg. I bit my lip, looking back. I did not think this evening would turn out like this... he smiled at me. I felt my body responding to his touch... As my hand continued its exploration, her skin got softer, until finally my finger brushed against something warm and moist... and deliciously soft. My observation had been correct... she was wearing nothing under her dress, and now my finger was touching her soft and smooth pussy. I ran my finger delicately along... feeling the slight wetness that I knew carried the promise of infinitely more the moment I parted her inner lips and allowed myself to enter. As I did this, I could feel her breathing become rougher. His hand slightly touched my pussy... this is amazing. I even let out a whispering 'fuck...' as I felt him. God... this is not like me... The waiter returned with the Sancerre and presented it for my approval. I nodded without even glancing at the label, my finger still resting close to her clit, invisible from where he stood. He poured a small amount into my glass and, somewhat inelegantly as I was using my left hand, I picked up the glass and sipped the wine. It was surprisingly aromatic, yet dry. I nodded to him, and he quickly poured two glasses. And, thankfully, disappeared again. Nea leant forward to take her glass... I sensed that she needed a moment to reassess the situation... and I did the same. We raised our glasses. 'To tonight...' I said... and moved my finger just a little closer to her clit, which by now had emerged to greet me. Her wetness was quite intoxicating. I removed my finger, brought it to my lips, and sucked her juice from it. She was just as delicious as I had imagined. As we got our wine, I sipped some. By now I was horny as never before, so I could barely feel the taste of the wine. Doing this at a restaurant... crazy. But crazy good... I looked at him, as he tasted me. Oh yes...this was going to be an amazing evening I think... I let my finger, ever so gently, trace a path around her clit. Then I moved it down... gently probing for her opening... and then I found it... She was so wet that my finger plunged in and was quickly enveloped in sweet moisture... hot and slippery. I turned my hand palm upwards, and let the tip of my finger explore her... Seeking that magic spot... She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. 'Stephen... you are gonna make me fucking cum if you go on...' I whispered. Feeling my breathing getting heavier... At that moment, the waiter appeared with our sushi. With as much elegance as I could muster in the circumstances, I withdrew my finger, sucked it clean, turned towards Nea and smiled. She was quite flushed... and muttering something about cumming. No bad thing, I thought... I pulled her to me and kissed her again... deeply, whispering in her ear 'I will make you fucking cum, over and over... until you can't take any more.' I looked at him... damn I was so hot by now. I could have climbed on top of him right there... but I stayed calm. Well... not calm at all really. I was out of breath... We both paused for breath. 'Maybe we should eat something?' I offered, for want of anything else to say. Besides, I knew that we would need energy for what was to come. She nodded, silently, still apparently close to orgasm and struggling to maintain her outward composure. There is nothing more beautiful, to me, than a woman overcome with sexual pleasure. And this woman was beautiful. She leaned forward and unwrapped the black chopsticks, her hands trembling. As she reached for the soy sauce, her dress rode up a few centimeters, and I could see the wetness on her inner thigh. I knew that she was mine and that the evening would be one to remember... and repeat. For some minutes, we sat in silence and ate small morsels of sushi. The intense heat of the wasabi only accentuated the power of the sexual energy that was poised to flow between us as soon as we allowed it to. Sweetness of her juices lingered on my palate, adding an extra dimension to my enjoyment, and heightening my anticipation of what was ahead. The sushi was good I guess, my mind was wandering the whole time... still thinking about how he said that i would 'cum, over and over...' Fuck i needed that. Most younger guys i dated was more of the 'wham bam' kind of guys...a mature man knows to take his time... Finally, after what seemed like an eternity , but must in reality have been no more than three or four small rectangles of fish on cold rice, it was clear to both of us that the time had come to take our mutual exploration to a new level. I leaned across to Nea and kissed her briefly on the lips, allowing my tongue a sensuous excursion to caress hers. 'Would you like to see the view from my room? It's rather good; you can see the place where they give out the Nobel prizes.' I smiled at her in a way they I hoped made clear that Nobel prizes were the last thing on my mind. 'Oh I would love to... I hear the rooms here are really nice...' I smiled... 'Follow me,' I said, and started to walk towards the lifts. Nea stood and almost ran after me. Stockholm Delight We went into the lift... Stephen pulled me close, kissing me... I kissed back, slightly moaning. I looked deep into his eyes. Once in the lift, I pulled Nea close to me and kissed her deeply. I felt a soft moan emerge from her throat as we kissed. We only had six floors to travel, but in that time it felt as though we had reached a level of intimacy more befitting a skyscraper. I was hard, and she was wet. There was no other way of putting it. Finally, our embrace (if you can call it that) was interrupted by an electronic voice announcing the sixth floor and the opening of the doors. I led Nea from the lift and along the few meters of corridor to my room. Taking the room key from my pocket, I held it briefly against the door lock, and we were in. 'Very nice... I like your room.' I walked into the room and looked around. 'And the view is great too... weird. I have been to the hotel bar lots of times, but never knew the rooms were this nice. Good thing I ran into you then...' I smiled 'I like it here,' I replied, pulling her to me once more to explore those lips in detail, and for the first time bringing my hands to her breasts, which felt beautifully heavy and soft as I caressed them. She moaned again, a little louder this time. She kicked off her shoes and pressed the whole length of her body against me. Feeling his hands on me...I felt that tingling in my body. I pushed against him, real close... kissing... My hands moved from her breasts up towards her shoulders. Gently, I eased the narrow straps over and down the top of her arms. Only the fullness of her breasts was now holding up her clinging dress. Her nipples were again hard, and her chest was flushed with desire. My hands roamed freely over her body- I could sense that my touch was what she needed. At the same time, I moved us towards the large bed, without for one second interrupting our kiss. His hands felt perfect on my body... he slowly moved us towards the bed. Tongues playing as i was breathing deeper and deeper... this was perfect. I pushed Nea gently back onto the bed. I wanted her. I wanted to make her cum until she could cum no more. And I had a plan... The bed was soft and nice... I looked up at Stephen, smiling... wow... I was so fucking horny at this point... Looking down at Nea, I saw her golden hair splayed on the dark grey bedcover, the top of her dress in disarray and barely able to contain her breasts, and her skirt partially ridden up. I helped it complete its journey, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy and swollen lips. Gently, but insistently, I parted her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She was offered to me, a dish ready to savour. I knelt before her and moved my lips closer to that heavenly opening, which was already seeping juices and inviting my tongue to enter. I was so ready for that tongue... feeling my pussy so wet already. I moaned even before he touched me. I loved it... love the feeling of anticipation... I moved closer, the sweet aroma of her pussy irresistibly pulling me in, and ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of her inner lips, getting my second taste of her. By now she was clearly extremely horny, and I knew that her first orgasm would come quickly. I licked and savoured her, my tongue dipping into her wetness, reaching her clit and circling it teasingly. She was now moaning constantly. I grabbed his head... feeling his tongue inside me... fuck... I am gonna cum already... mm... fuck he feels so good. I stiffened my tongue and started to thrust into her before softening it again and travelling to give her clit some attention. Pursing my lips, I surrounded it and sucked very gingerly, my tongue caressing its tip. At the same time I introduced a finger and moved it deeper, fucking her as I made love to her clit. 'Fuck me...' I moaned. Feeling him inside me was perfect... I screamed out loud... Fuck!' I was hornier than I knew was possible. 'All in good time!' I said, looking up at her without stopping the insistent motion of my finger. 'I haven't even removed my tie yet... And besides, the night is young.' She was a picture of pleasure. I resumed my oral pleasuring of her, bringing a second finger into play. Twisting my two fingers into a corkscrew, I turned them slowly as they entered her. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting as she seemed to cum again. Fuck, I'm going to enjoy tonight, I thought. I wonder what her mouth will feel like on my cock... God... he wasn't kidding...I am gonna cum all night. Crazy... he is better than I could ever hope for... perfect touch... love it... As her orgasm subsided, I lifted my head to look at her. She was posed so erotically in front of me, seemingly helpless with pleasure. She smiled up at me as her hand moved towards her pussy... Which she touched gently before sucking her juices from her finger... Her lips a perfect O around it. I loosened my tie and slipped it from my collar, pausing to consider my next move. I looked up at him... smiling... still breathing deep. Pussy dripping wet, but still horny as hell... mm, this night turned out ok after all...I smiled to myself. She was still smiling as my tie hit the floor. I bent over to kiss her some more, my lips slick with her wetness. 'Do you mind my kissing you like this?' I asked, not sure how she would react. 'I don't mind at all...' I smiled at him 'I'm glad of that...' I replied. She seemed breathless but still eager for my touch. I reached forward and pulled her to a sitting position to pull her dress over her head. She did not resist. Her body was revealed for the first time in all its beauty. Her breasts were simply breathtaking and her skin was slightly tanned. Her smooth and glistening pussy crowned long and slender legs. I pulled her head towards me as I stood in front of her. My fingers in her hair told her exactly what I wanted next... She looked up at me knowingly. Her lips parted. I unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the floor. I could tell he was hard... I used my teeth to slowly pull his boxers down. I looked up at him... lips parted. He smiled...'there you go baby' he whispered softly... I let my tongue just touch the tip of his hard cock... Her tongue touched the tip of my cock, tasting the drop of clear precum that had gathered in anticipation of this moment. She felt soft as her caresses continued. 'Oh yes, baby.' Slowly I grabbed the cock between my lips... sucking the tip... tongue playing at the same time. 'I love sucking your cock...' I smiled as I was catching my breath a little... then taking it in my mouth again. 'It feels so good... So right... Take me deep, Nea. I want to feel your throat.' I push the hard cock deeper... drooling over it... his hand on my head... going as deep as I could... looking up at him... I looked down at her... Her eyes fixed on mine, her lips around me and her hands on my thighs... Her whole being focused on my pleasure. Sheer heaven. And I thought of the pleasure I would soon be giving her in return. Remembering my promise. Sucking his balls as I jerk his cock with one hand... then playing with the tip... drooling... making it nice and wet... I do love sucking a cock... Fuck... She is good... She's worshipping my cock and it feels divine... I can feel the cum building but don't want to release too soon... I have plenty more to give her first... 'Good girl' he smiled at me, placing his hand on my head. 'But go slower... and if I tell you to stop, do so... we don't need to rush things, right?' I nodded and smiled... 'Mm... We have all night, and the longer we go, the more cum there'll be for you... Besides, I want to fuck you...' With my hands I gestured for her to stand up. She did so,and I pulled her to me to kiss her, my hands running over the perfect contours of her waist and hips. 'Kneel on the bed...' I turned round and got onto the bed... kneeling... Her pussy peeked out between her ass cheeks, begging me to enter her. I approached, and rubbed my cock along the soaking slit between her lips. She wriggled to help me find the perfect angle. With one thrust I plunged all the way into her sweet tunnel. She gripped me as I entered and took a sharp breath. She was hot and wet and snug around me... Fuck. His cock felt perfect in my tight pussy... fuck yes. I pushed back my ass, pushing his cock deeper... 'Fuck me, baby,' I screamed. Her lips slid down my shaft, hungrily taking me all the way. I reached under her to caress her clit... 'My fucking god'... I moaned... his cock filling me up... his hand on me... perfect I was focused on sheer pleasure... Hers and mine... But didn't want to go over the edge too soon. I slowed my thrusts and unbuttoned my shirt before discarding it. I stepped out of my remaining clothes and pulled out of her... But not before she had come once more. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled her to me... We were entwined and kissing when she climbed astride me... Slowly I let his cock slide into my pussy... riding him slowly... fuck... that cock is good... I reached up to grasp her breasts, that swayed as she rode me. Her face was pure ecstasy. Her pussy tight and caressing...'Touch yourself, Nea. I want to see you make yourself cum as you ride me.' Riding his hard cock... I played with my clit... building up that tingling sensation again... fuck... gonna cum again... I scream out... shivering...'Good girl...keep riding me... nice and slow...' He smiled. 'Now...suck me some more... keep eye contact..and remember, go slow... don't want to cum all over that pretty face... yet.' I climbed off him and slid down to his cock... slowly sucking the tip... looking at him. 'Baby..you look perfect with a cock in your mouth... suck the tip just like that... kiss it.' He smiled. Licking the tip...kissing all over that nice hard cock. 'Nea, baby...go deep. Work that cock. You love sucking me, don't you? Tell me.' 'I fucking love sucking your cock, Stephen...' I whispered. After riding me, and bringing herself to a trembling orgasm, Nea climbed off me and moved down to my cock to resume her sucking... She looked exquisite, her blonde hair tumbling down, her full lips encircling me as she focused first on the tip, then slid slowly and sensuously all the way down, her eyes never leaving mine. She looked hypnotised with desire as she told me how much she loved sucking me. As she knelt over me, her breasts brushed my thighs, the hard nipples barely stroking against my legs... Stroking the wet tip, I sucked his balls... playing with my tongue. Then sucking the tip again... his cock so hard by now... I was so hard, and my balls so full of cum, that I was sure she could taste my juices as she sucked... there was so much pressure, some must surely be seeping into her sweet mouth? I wanted to taste her again... and reached forward to encourage her upwards... She straddled my face, presenting her clit for my delectation. I locked my lips onto her pussy and kissed it with passion, filling my mouth with her juices that by now were flowing freely... I moaned... his lips felt perfect on my pussy... damn... I was about to cum again... this is amazing. I had never cum like this before... She was moaning and grinding her clit against me... writhing and squirming with pleasure... I kept licking and sucking her until her climax passed, and gently signalled her to dismount. I pushed her onto her back, parted her legs and placed them on my shoulders as I prepared to fuck her again... 'Now I'm going to fuck you so hard...' I said, pressing my cock against her pussy, and sliding all the way in. She gasped. 'Fuck...' I moaned as his cock went deep into my tight pussy... I grabbed his arms... looking in his eyes as his cock filled me up... She felt so fucking good as I plunged into her... so wet and welcoming... I fucked her hard and fast... giving no mercy and watching as waves of pleasure swept through her. She seemed to be losing control... but I had to keep mine. I wanted her to swallow my cum when it came... to savour every drop. She was screaming my name now... 'Fuck Stephen..!' I screamed out as I was cumming again... my god... his cock pushing into me... deep and hard... it was like heaven. I continued to pound her... all pretence at tenderness abandoned. This was about sex... raw and uncomplicated... about giving and taking sheer ecstasy... and fuck did it feel good. My own orgasm was building, but I was determined to keep my promise. I wanted her to cum as she had never cum... and I wanted her to taste the fruits of her efforts tonight. She deserved that. I pulled out of her and beckoned for her to sit up. I kissed her deeply, and then said 'Suck me dry now, Nea. I want you to empty my balls and swallow every drop. But don't worry - I haven't finished with you yet.' I kissed his hard cock... and placed my lips around it. 'No hands baby... just your mouth..' He smiled. He had one hand on my head as I began to suck that cock hard... making it wet... God... she felt wonderful. No hands - just as I like it... His beautiful cock was rock hard... my lips and tongue playing... sucking... drooling over it. Fuck... I love this... By now I had abandoned all control... I lay back and let the pleasure flood over me. Every fibre of me was focused on my building climax... thinking of my hot cum flooding onto her tongue and down her throat... I worshipped his cock with my mouth... loving it. 'Fuck... I love sucking you...' I said as I briefly let that cock rest... She paused... keeping me on the edge... on the verge of climax... my balls begging for release. I looked up at her... she had a beatific smile and all superficiality had gone. She was an animal responding to instinct... she was there for me... and me for her... her lips trembled and her makeup was smudged... but she looked better than ever. Her lips returned to their job... Spitting on his cock... Loving it. I felt he was close now... sucking the tip... wanting his hot cum... 'Take me deep and slow, baby...' I murmured... watching those perfect lips engulf me.... Sucking his cock deeper... slowing down... I wanted him to cum, but also wanted it to last longer... She was perfect, sensing just how slow to go to maximise my pleasure.... My tongue playing with the tip... kissing it... loving it... My legs were starting to tremble uncontrollably. My climax was very close.... 'Cum for me honey...' I sensed he was so close now... I could hold back no longer and let go... spasms of the most incredible pleasure pulsed through me, sending thick drops of cum into her willing mouth. She sucked more to get every drop from me. Suddenly he exploded in my mouth... hot cum filled it... more came as I continued to let my lips suck him... Eventually the orgasm faded, and a soft warmth pervaded me. I took her head in my hands and encouraged her to come towards me... We kissed deeply. I could taste myself on her. I held her to me and whispered 'That was beautiful, Nea... now lie down on your back and leave the rest to me...' I could still feel the taste of his cum as I got back onto the bed... fuck... this is the best night ever... She lay back, her golden hair spreading into an untidy fan around her head. She looked at me, unsure what to expect. I leaned down and kissed her lips, then began a kissing journey towards her full breasts. I reached a nipple and took it between my lips, starting to suck hungrily. Simultaneously, my hand moved towards her swollen pussy...gently tracing the opening with the lightest of touches. I sucked intently, teasing her nipple with my tongue. My finger found her opening... I felt my nipple growing in his mouth... that tingling sensation sending shivers through my body. My god yes... fuck, he seems to know exactly what I like... As I sucked, my free hand found her other breast and started to caress it... and my finger made its way into her... I could feel the smooth entrance, and then what I was looking for... the rougher terrain that I knew would bring her the climax of her life. Again, moving my hand so that the palm was up, I started to stroke the inner wall of her pussy, rhythmically, with the bent tip of my finger. I moved subtly to find the right spot... the spot that made her gasp involuntarily... What the fuck... is he gonna make me cum again...? I don't know how much I can take... I thought to myself... pleasure going through my willing body... I persisted with my stroking, having found the spot... pressing quite hard I could feel her responding, could feel a new flood of wetness covering my finger... as I inserted a second finger to double the intensity of the stimulation. I moved to suck her other nipple... 'Stephen... what are you doing to me...?' I moaned... feeling the touch of him bringing me to the edge... again... 'Just keeping my promise, baby. Do you want to keep cumming?' 'Fuck yes honey... fuck yes.' 'You must tell me when you've had enough...' I responded, smiling and continuing to work her pussy. My fingers were getting sore from the effort, but it was worth it to see the pure beauty of her endless climaxes. My arm behind me, I straddled her, offering my still soft cock to her lips, but not stopping the massaging of her spot... My lips grabbed his cock... gently I sucked the tip... licking it... looking up at him. Yes... at the touch of her lips and tongue I could feel my cock stirring again... slowly growing and regaining its power over her. The cock was soon hard again... I smiled at him. 'There we go...' Love to make you hard and big... I could feel her appetite on her lips and tongue... and dismounted her. I turned her onto her stomach, parting her legs slightly before entering her welcoming pussy once more. My fingers had produced such a state of arousal that her pussy felt simply amazing... the walls caressed me, her juices coated me and invited me further in. I gripped her perfect, round and tight ass cheeks and pulled them gently apart so I could watch myself disappearing into her... I could see her asshole contracting as she came... which was now almost constantly. She was whimpering, trembling, sweating... all trace of decorum gone... I reached forward to take a bunch of her hair and pulled gently... to see what her reaction would be.... 'Fuck me honey...' I moaned as I felt his hand pulling my hair... loving it. His touch was demanding, but still gentle... he pushed deep into me. My body just shivering, cumming over and over. I knew that I could now fuck her without fear of cumming too soon... taking pleasure in her cunt as my own juices built up again... She loved to have her hair pulled - not painfully, but just enough to show her what my intentions were. Fuck... she was amazing, this girl. Multiorgasmic, loving my cock and seemingly with a boundless appetite for raw sex. I varied my strokes, sometimes pausing at her entrance before slamming in hard and deep, sometimes moving gently, stroking her sides with my cock. Whatever I did seemed to produce more contractions, that delivered unadulterated pleasure to me, as well as to her, it seemed. 'What do you want now, baby?' I asked. 'Tell me...' 'Just keep fucking my pussy, honey... I fucking love having your cock deep in my tight pussy...' I gasped... At her encouragement, I fucked her harder and deeper, holding her hips and pulling her up into kneeling position, her shoulders resting on the bed, hair splayed, her ass in the air, inviting me to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. I looked down and saw her full breasts pressing against the bed as I grew harder. Stockholm Delight He briefly stopped fucking me...'push back against me baby... I want you to work a little for that cock...' He lightly slapped my ass. I started pushing back... cock filling me up... Now she was fucking me. I knelt still as she impaled herself on me, coating me with her wetness and caressing me with her lips. She was divine... utterly divine... and we fucked like that for some time... not aware of anything but our pleasure and the total eroticism of the situation. I had never had a night like this, let alone with a girl like this... her appetite at least the equal of mine... with no inhibitions and a devotion to my cock. My orgasm was building... I never had a fuck session like this before... let alone with a stranger. But I could fuck and suck that cock forever... just giving in to my desires... I could hold no longer.... 'I'm going to cum, baby... where do you want me? In your pussy? On your face? On your breasts? Tell me... quick!' 'Cum on my tits honey... give it to me...' She turned over and lay back... I straddled her and let her push her tits into a channel for my cock. I was slick with her juices and slid comfortably between them... the cum building as I watched those beautiful mounds envelop me... and I felt my cum rising... as it spurted out and covered her chest and tits with gooey cum.... And sent more pleasure through me than I had felt for... at least an hour since she drank me. I leant forward and kissed her again. 'Fuck, Nea... I could do with a drink! Shall we order some champagne?' 'You know... I am kind of thirsty.' I smiled. I picked up the phone and dialled room service, my eyes not leaving her as I did so. She was flushed, sticky with my cum, and looked satisfied. 'Me too...' I said. Let's sip some champagne in the bath... I walked to the bathroom and opened the taps, adding some perfumed bubbles to the water. I turned to look back at Nea, who was lying on the bed, her finger gently tracing the outline of her pussy, her face a picture of uncomplicated satisfaction. I turned over the events of the last couple of hours in my mind... hours of bliss that neither of us had felt before... but which I intended to surpass in the hours ahead. My mind was racing as the bath filled and the bubbles mounted up... I licked my fingers and left the bed... then surprised him by sucking his cock clean... almost making him hard again. I smiled at him...'can't get enough of that cock...' He smiled back. 'Baby, that is good... because you will be having lots more...' Nea climbed off the bed, dropped to her knees and sucked the remaining cum and pussy juices from my cock... I felt a frisson of desire pass through me. That girl is just amazing... Then there was a knock at the door. 'Room service!' I grabbed the towelling robe, threw it over me and went to open the door. The server stood there with a trolley on which stood an ice bucket with champagne. I checked that Nea was safely ensconced in the bathroom and beckoned him to come in. I signed the slip, tipped him and he disappeared, the soul of professional discretion. I took a quick shower, just freshening up. I adjusted my makeup a little, which was a mess by now. Well... this night turned out differently than I thought. Thank god. I heard room service delivering the champagne as I got out of the shower. I heard the shower running for a short while and opened the door. Nea was there, fresh and with repaired make up. She didn't look as though she'd been fucking for several hours uninterrupted. This girl has stamina! 'Nice to freshen up a little...' I said, toweling off. 'Was that room service I heard?' 'It was... Here...' I passed her a flute of champagne. She took it and raised the glass... 'To tonight!' She said, a wicked twinkle in her eye. She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. 'Mm... Captures the mood perfectly.' I took a sip and contemplated her. The champagne tasted great... probably I was also dehydrated from fucking for hours... nothing better than champagne then. I looked at Stephen... 'I'd better freshen up too,' I said... Gesturing towards the now-full bath. She smiled. I stepped in...'Care to join me?' I looked at her questioningly. The warm water was pleasant. And it was a big bath. 'Of course...' I walked over to the bath and went in. 'Mm, perfect...' I smiled. She sat in front of me, her back to me, her ass against my cock. I reached round to cup her breasts and nuzzle the back of her neck. She purred. I took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and gently tweaked until they were hard. She purred some more and wiggled her body against me. We took another sip of champagne. My nipples were quickly super hard from his touch... I took a deep breath... loving his hands on me. I sipped the champagne, cool and nice. Somehow champagne was perfect in a hot bath... She seemed to respond to my touch. Apparently the hours of fucking had not yet satiated her. I could feel myself starting to grow hard again... I wondered if she could feel it too... Her nipples were hard as little pebbles now. I felt his cock getting harder again... and pushed a little against it. I guess he is as horny as I am... crazy, since we fucked for hours. I sipped some more champagne... Mmm... She had definitely felt me... And her horniness was evident. I squeezed her breasts with added vigour and felt her push again against my increasingly hard cock. And I took a sip of champagne. I moved my hands southwards towards that magical pussy... His hands moved from my tits, down over my stomach... getting close to my pussy. I moaned as he did so, horny and ready... again... She let out a small moan, as though resigned to another bout of pleasure... And my finger reached her clit... Already swollen in anticipation. I pressed gently just covering it with the top joint of my finger... And felt her tremble beneath me. It was time to get out of the bath. We both got out of the bath, I sipped my champagne... still tasted so good... I wrapped a bath sheet around her and took one myself... And led her back towards the bed. I pulled down the covers to reveal crisp white linen. Her hair was still damp and fell in thick strands around her face. Despite the bath, her makeup was still immaculate. She smelled fresh. I undid her towel and let it fall to the floor. She did the same to mine. We kissed. Long, hungrily, possibly less desperately than before, but our intent was clear. I ran my hands over her perfect body until I came to her pussy lips, which were already swollen and seeping her juices. I loved his hands on my body... felt so right. The kisses were still as hot and intense... looking in his eyes as he got close to my pussy... wet again... I led her towards the bed and lay on my back. 'I'd love to eat you while you suck me,' I said, '69 can be so intimate.' She smiled and manoeuvred herself over me, her pussy millimetres from my lips. I felt her damp hair brush my waist as she bent lower to take me again in her mouth... I took his cock in my mouth... love sucking that nice cock... going deep... at the same time feeling his tongue on my pussy... making me even more wet... Her engorged clit hovered appetisingly above my lips. I reached out to flick my tongue against it before dipping into her now soaking pussy. She tasted exquisite! She started to grind against my mouth as she took me ever deeper... Her lips now against the base of my cock. I could feel her tongue working and the head of my cock felt the comfort of her throat. I knew I could suck him harder now, that he had cum... so nothing holding me back from really working it... going deep... then focusing on the tip... then sucking him deep again... My god... Was this really happening to me? My face buried in the most lovely pussy I had ever seen while an angel devoured my cock as though her life depended on it. Apparently yes! My hands held her waist as I felt her working to earn her next orgasm. Sucking his balls... cock now rock hard... my lips gripping it again... feeling his tongue playing with me... the hornier I got, the more intensely I sucked that nice cock... I could again feel my cum building but was not ready for release. I eased out from under Nea and moved to kiss her again. 'So, baby, how do you want to be fucked now?' I asked... 'I want to ride that cock... love that...' I smiled. 'Oh yes... Ride me!' He got on the bed, I climbed on top... slowly his cock pushed into my wet, tight pussy... I started riding him... looking down at him... She mounted me and slowly pushed herself down until my entire length was inside her. She moved her hips to rub her clit on my pubic bone, gyrating as if in an erotic trance. Her breasts swayed hypnotically. I held her waist and moved my hands down over her butt... Wondering. Riding him hard... close to cumming again... I lost count now... 'fuck honey... ' I screamed out. I pushed into her... Returning and redoubling her thrusts. She was close to losing control again... I pulled her to me and took her nipple in my mouth... Sucking hard. She shivered. And I felt a spasm in her pussy. She was cumming again. I looked at Stephen...'my god...what a night... fuck honey...' I had never in all my life met, let alone fucked, a girl like Nea. She responded to my every touch with orgasmic intensity and wanted to please me as no woman ever had. She was pure gold. I wanted to make love to her all night... Make her cum until she passed out from exhaustion. Her sheer sexual energy was powering me to things I never believed myself capable of. But she did appear to appreciate it! Her pussy felt so fucking good I could stay there forever, never tiring of the way she stroked my cock with it, with the way her orgasms caused her to squeeze me just so... And those tits! They were magnificent. And sensitive. And soft. And erotically heavy. On such a slender frame. The night was only just beginning. Fireworks were on the programme. 'Keep riding Nea... nice and slow. I love watching you...' He smiled. I continued to ride him slowly... cock was hard as ever... I never fucked like this before. All night... cumming over and over. Suddenly I knew why mature men were the best... She continued to ride me, rising and falling with languorous sensuality. Every stroke seemed designed to squeeze a little more pleasure for each of us.... sometimes she would rise until the head of my cock was almost totally outside her, her inner lips just caressing the tip, before she would once more envelop me. Other times, she would grind against me, desperate to keep cumming at all costs. She would raise up over me, proudly displaying her magnificent body, and then reach forward to allow my lips and tongue access to her nipples. It felt to me as though each stroke were a work of sex-art - perfect in form and function, executed with finesse and sensitivity. I felt her cum again... waves of ecstasy caressing my cock. I was not far off myself, and knew that, however amazing this girl was, there was a physical limit to my capacity for one evening... I looked up at her, moving my hands from her breasts down to her waist, gently encouraging her to dismount. 'Let me do some work for a while, Nea... you deserve some relaxation,' I said as I laid her back on the bed, her golden hair nestled on a pillow. I gently parted her legs and positioned myself in front of her pussy. It was beautiful. I looked on in awe, for a moment speechless as I contemplated its immaculate embodiment of desire. Her mount was smooth as though polished, its curvature emphasised by the soft lighting of the room glinting on the moist skin. Her clit was just visible, having emerged from its hood to participate in the pleasure-fest. Below, her inner lips formed a delicate portal, inviting me to re-enter. And all was framed by delicately soft, freshly-shaved labia, which were smeared with milky juices. So utterly appetising. So utterly and blatantly decadent, the decadence emphasised by how wide her legs were spread. I moved closer to her, planting a delicate kiss on her clit. She shivered involuntarily. Again I pursed my lips into a small O and placed them over that nexus of pleasure. I allowed some saliva to flow over it and teased it with my tongue, running my tongue around the base and sucking very gently. 'Fucking hell, Stephen... you are driving me crazy...' He played with my wet pussy, hitting all the right spots. I played with my nipples, making my body shiver. Looking at him, I saw he was smiling. God... After teasing her clit for some time, I moved my attention lower, running my tongue every so gently along her open lips, allowing myself to sneak the tip inside along the way. I licked rhythmically, from bottom to top, finishing with flourish to her clit each time. This seemed to meet with her approval, if her screams were to be believed. Each stroke, I allowed myself a deeper penetration of her pussy, until my lips were pressed hard against her, my tongue pushed deep inside, French kissing her cunt. 'You are such a horny girl Nea, baby...' He whispered as he explored my pussy. I struggled to keep any composure... biting my lower lip. 'Say my name...' He said. 'Oh Stephen...' I moaned loud. He looked at me. 'That's my girl...' He spread my legs as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy... I was about to cum again... fuck... I swear I could feel her cumming on my lips. And I could further swear that the juices I was drinking were even more copious than before. Did she actually ejaculate? I had read about the phenomenon but never experienced it. But she seemed so turned on that it was entirely possible. This was the fuck of a lifetime. I could not get enough of this girl. I redoubled the attention I was paying to her pussy - I wanted her, too, to know that she could only ever experience such overwhelming pleasure with me. Her juices were flowing freely now. I drank them willingly, savouring their flavour of undiluted sex. Each drop spurred me to greater heights of arousal and determination. In front of me lay the most erotic, the most horny, the most sensuous woman I had ever experienced. She responded to my touch like a musical instrument in the hands of a virtuoso. I had never thought of myself that way before, certainly not as I read my crime novel in the bar tonight, minding my own business and anticipating nothing more than an exciting climax - to the book. Then, I was a bored businessman passing time between client meetings. Now... Now what? Now, a man in ecstasy, his every desire fulfilled in one night. After what seemed to be an uncommonly powerful orgasm, I paused to look up at Nea. She was lying back, her face and chest flushed, slightly out of breath, her lips parted and wet. 'Are you OK, baby?' I asked. She looked at me, and just managed to speak: 'Yeah, baby... I'm just... that's... fuck... I need your cock in my mouth...' She crawled towards me across the bed, gently pushing me onto my back. 'Now it's your turn, baby. I'm going to take you to the edge and keep you there - I'll only let you cum when you're good and ready fill my mouth with your sperm.' She kissed me on the lips, and traced a path of delicate kisses downwards. The closer she got to my cock, the harder it got. She gently licked my balls, working her way up my shaft until her lips were pursed over my cock head. Her tongue gently lapped the precum, and she pulled away for a moment, letting me see the fine, clear string connecting her to me. Then she took me back into her mouth, but not before smiling wickedly at me, looking through half-closed eyes. 'I want to suck you dry, honey, and take you to heaven as I do.' Her full lips closed around me, slick with saliva and precum. Slowly, she moved down, turning her head slightly in a screwing motion that sent the most beautiful sensations rippling through me. Sucking ever so gently. Not taking her eyes from me, she took in every centimeter until I could feel my cock nestling in her throat, the back of her tongue snug against it. Her lips were around the root, her nose pressed into me. She allowed the tip of her tongue to poke out slightly to caress the base of my cock, and I thought I could see and feel a slight smile as she did so. Inside, I could feel her tongue along my entire length, which now was bathed in the smooth, wet warmth of her mouth. Gently, she rose up the length of me, not taking her eyes from mine, leaving a sloppy trail of spit as lubrication, the slight roughness of her tongue stimulating me even more. Halfway up, she pursed her lips and pressed into me. As she rose further, I saw the imprimatur of her scarlet lipstick on my shaft - a red ring claiming me as hers. Fuck - she knew what she was doing, her every traversal intensifying my delight. I lay back, savouring every stroke of her soft lips... watching her focused on my pleasure, one hand involuntarily reaching down to stroke her clit as she did so... she was, or had become over the course of this enchanted night, suffused with a total and uninhibited sexuality. From time to time I urged her to pause, but she quickly learned my responses and was able to keep me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel her drawing a constant stream of precum from me - a pleasure nectar she consumed with evident gluttony. Fuck. How long could she go on like this? And how long could I last? She looked up at me and said simply 'I want to drink you now, honey.' That was all it took for the release to come, all tension collapsing into jet after jet of hot, fresh spunk that shot deep into her mouth. She swallowed it with enthusiasm and, once she was sure to have extracted every drop on offer, she gave my cock a final gentle suck before looking up at me, smiling broadly. I beckoned for her to come towards me. We kissed deeply and intensely. 'Nea, that was beyond beautiful,' I said, barely able to get the words out. I was giddy still. 'What now?' Wow... I just had the best fuck session ever... and I wanted more! 'Maybe we need a little breather...' I smiled, knowing I did need some rest if I was going to be able to fuck some more... he smiled at me. 'Baby, you are so right... but I want to watch you. Pose a little for me. Walk over to the window, naked... I think that will make a nice view...' I walked across the room to the big window. People in the street below could see, if they happened to look up this way. On my way over there I picked up his tie, and playfully put it around my neck. I picked up my glass of champagne and sipped it. A few drops spilled down over my chin, down on my body. 'Perfect Nea... arch that back a little, show me that nice ass... you do love showing off, don't you baby?' Stephen said from across the room. 'Oh I do...' I blew him a kiss. I still had some cum in my mouth, I swallowed it mixed with champagne. My god... What a sight... Her perfect body silhouetted sgainst the city hall... My pink tie adorning her breasts... And then garnished with champagne! And then the cum champagne cocktail! The mere sight was causing yet another stirring in my cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I looked back at him through the reflection in the window. Fuck... he turned me on. I want to taste him all night long... She seemed still ready for more... A good sign! Her mouth worked magic. Could she, would she do more? And what would that be? I studied her perfect form. The curve of her back, her voluptuous chest, her compact and round butt, her flat tummy. She was the stuff of wet dreams, and yet she stood in front of me... Posing for my pleasure. I knew that in the few hours that remained of this incredible night, I could claim this creature as mine. I knew somewhere deep inside that she had never experienced something quite like this, and that she would want to experience it again... And again. As would I. The question was, in this 'breather,' how would we determine the course of the early morning hours? I had some ideas that I thought would continue to please her, but I would wait some moments to see where she would take things. Stockholm Syndrome (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. This story is pretty long, and it also features some very light female-on-female violence, so be warned. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) * John never felt the needle enter his neck as he walked through the front door. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out. He woke up a few hours later completely disoriented, staring at the ceiling. He quickly realized he was on his bed. His arms were stretched above his head uncomfortably, so he tried to move them. He then realized he couldn't. His wrists were tied down. He looked up to the headboard and realized he was handcuffed to the bed. He had a wooden headboard, so he was confused as to how this was even possible. There were two heavy metal hoops drilled into the headboard, and two sets of handcuffs, one on each wrist, attached to each hoop. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs. What the hell? John's heart started to race in fear. He tried to move his legs, but they were bound to the foot of the bed with two lengths of smooth, white rope. The ropes were wrapped around each ankle. He could barely move. As he looked down at his feet, he realized another horrible truth. He was completely nude. What the hell happened? Did someone do something to him? He broke out in a cold sweat. John tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was coming home from work. He was eager for the weekend to begin. It had been a long, tough week, and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The last thing he remembered was pulling into the driveway and then opening the front door. That was the last thing he could recall before it all went black. Then, another horrible thought occurred to him: What about Tammy? His wife was usually home before him. What happened to her? John started to panic. John scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Tammy, unconscious, passed out on a chair. John looked at her, and was relieved to see she was breathing. She was fully clothed, luckily. She was tied roughly to the chair, in what looked to be heavy scratchy, uncomfortable rope. There was a lot of rope on her. Each of her legs was tied down tightly against the front legs of the chair. Her torso was tied tightly against the back of the wooden chair. A rope was also tied around her upper chest, keeping her tightly bound to the chair. Her arms were bound to the armrests of the chair, her hands bound down tightly. Her head sagged down, unconscious. What had happened to her? John started to panic. "Tammy!" John hissed quietly, trying to wake her. "Tammy!" he hissed. No response. John started to freak out. "HELP!" John yelled out, "HELP! Please, anybody!" he screamed. Then, he heard footsteps. This sound nearly stopped his heart. It definitely silenced him. He just waited as the footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. John braced himself, waiting for the confrontation with the person who did this. The bedroom door opened, and John prepared himself to meet this monster. In walked a woman. John thought that this woman was here to help him out. Maybe she had heard him yelling and came to free them. She looked at John for a moment, and then Tammy, before speaking. "There's no point yelling. No one will be able to hear you." she said coldly. John suddenly realized this woman was not here to help. She was the person who tied him to the bed. She was the one who tied up his wife. She was the one who did this. John took her in. She was surprisingly good-looking. Gorgeous, to be honest. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think she was capable of violence. She was tall, with long brunette hair that went down to her mid-back. She had a pretty face, with full, pouty lips and smoky eyes. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. John glanced at the rest of her. He couldn't help but notice she was rather chesty. Her breasts looked quite large under her tight black tank top. She had long legs encased in tight blue jeans. She was walking around barefoot. She was very tan and she appeared to be in great shape. She would have to be to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. Even though she was beautiful, John could tell she was cold inside. "HELP!" John yelled out again. "It's like I said, there's no point yelling. This house is surprisingly soundproof. Your neighbors are too far away to hear anything you yell." she replied lazily. John looked at her. She smiled slightly and walked into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the faucet running echoed through the empty room. The woman walked back into the room with a glass full of water. "Time to bring her into the party." she said, throwing the water in the glass onto Tammy's face. Tammy woke up in shock, inhaling loudly and confused about her surroundings, the water pouring off of her face. "What the hell!" Tammy yelled out, trying to move and realizing she couldn't. She looked around and saw her husband tied to the bed, nude, and the beautiful woman standing tall over them. "What's going on?" Tammy said, looking at John. "I don't know. I just woke up and I was here." John explained. They both looked at the woman, wanting an explanation. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" John asked. "I remember the first time I saw you, John. I don't think you saw me, but I definitely saw you. I saw both of you. Holding hands, so in love. And I was just so confused. I just could not figure out why a stud like you, John, ended up with an ugly little bitch like her." this woman explained. "Fuck you!" John yelled out, defending his wife. The woman just smiled. She turned and pulled up a chair and sat down. "So that's what I want, Tammy. I want you to tell me what you did to land a man like John. As a single lady, I would like to know what you did." the woman explained, crossing her legs. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look. They both realized this woman was crazy. Just nuts. "Why didn't you just ask us? Why go through all of this? Why tie us down, why hold us hostage?" John demanded. "If some stranger just came up to you and asked how you two met, you would think they're crazy." she replied, with a smile. John and Tammy exchanged another look. "So, Tammy, I ask you again. How did you land John? What did you do to make him like you?" the woman said. "You say it like I tricked him or something." Tammy replied. "Well, then, what did you do?" the woman asked. Tammy rolled her eyes and decided to hell with it, might as well tell her. "We met in college, our senior year." Tammy started. "We had a class together. We sat next to each other, and we had talked a little bit. We were taking an exam, and I was freaking out because I could not figure out this question. If I didn't pass this exam, I would have failed the class." "So, you're saying you're stupid?" the woman interrupted. "No, I'm not fucking stupid you crazy bitch!" Tammy yelled out before stopping herself, trying not to anger her hostage taker. The woman just raised her eyebrow. "Please continue." the woman said. "Well, when the teacher's back was turned, John whispered at me and held his hand out towards me. He had written out how to solve the problem on his hand. I passed the exam and passed the class. I kinda felt like I owed him so I offered to buy him a drink." Tammy said. "Where did you go?" the woman asked. "We went to a bar. One right near the campus. We chatted, and had a good time." Tammy explained. "Did you put out?" the woman asked. "No, of course not. I barely knew him." Tammy explained. The woman just nodded. "So, who initiated contact after that?" she asked. "I did. I called him a few days later, and we got dinner." Tammy explained. "When did you realize you liked him Tammy?" the woman asked. "I always thought he was cute. When he helped me out on that test, I just realized what a sweet, good natured man he was. And during the first date, he was just so charming and funny, I realized I really liked him." Tammy explained. "What about you John? When did you realize you liked her?" the woman asked. John looked up at the ceiling, exasperated at her calm demeanor. He shook his head and decided to just respond, to keep things easy. "I had a crush on her the first time I saw her. She was just so pretty. I couldn't believe she was single. I tried to talk to her, but I just got so nervous I could barely speak. It was the little things that were just so cute. Her mannerisms. Her giggle. Her jokes. I just had a huge crush on her from the beginning. I kept trying to find an excuse to talk to her, and I found it during the exam." John explained. He looked over at Tammy, and she smiled warmly, touched at hearing her husband confess the origin of his love for her. "When was the first time you had sex?" the woman asked. "It was after a few months of dating." Tammy started. "We did it at my place. It was nice." she said plainly. "Was he pushing you to have sex and you held out, or what?" the woman asked. "He didn't push me for anything. He was a perfect gentleman." Tammy said. This caused the woman to smirk. "How old are you guys?" the woman asked. "We're 28. We're both 28." Tammy said. "How long have you been married?" the woman asked. "Three years." Tammy answered. "And it's gone well?" the woman asked. "Yes. Never been happier." Tammy replied. "Oh c'mon. You can't possibly tell me that neither of you got a little something on the side. In this day and age, no one would blame you." the woman said with a big smile, looking at both of them. "Of course not!" Tammy said. The woman looked at John. "No! Never!" John replied. "Oh, you guys are so cute." the woman said with a bright smile. John was not smiling. This woman was sinister. He knew it. He hated that she was acting so friendly and easy going. He wanted her to get to the point. "Why are you doing this? What do these questions have to do with anything?" John yelled out angrily. The woman's friendly gaze faded. "These questions are the reason I'm here. Quite frankly, John, I don't believe you." the woman said. "You don't believe what?" John asked. "I don't believe that a man like you hasn't thought about cheating. I don't believe that your eyes haven't wandered at least a little. Maybe you've checked out some woman that walked by you on the street. Maybe some slutty girl that you work with has hinted that she may be interested in getting to know you a little better. Maybe there was a moment when you thought about what would happen if you did it, if you did cheat on Tammy." the woman said. "No, of course not. What would make you think that?" John asked angrily. The woman stood up. "Look at yourself, John. You're a fucking stud. You're tall, tan, and handsome." she paused, then looked down at his exposed dick. "And quite frankly, John, even though you're dick is soft, I can tell its huge." she explained. John finally fully realized he was completely exposed before a woman he did not know. A crazy woman. "This is what I want to know. How can a sad little cow like her lock down a stud like you and an absolute babe like me still be single?" the woman said. "I think it's pretty clear." John started. "What?" the woman asked quickly. "You're fucking crazy! You're nuts. You tied down a married couple in their own home to ask how they met! I can't imagine what you do with a man you like." John said angrily. The woman smiled. "Well, you're about to." the woman said quietly. "What?" John said, but the woman ignored him. "Alright, guys, you can call me Jessica. I want to come clean about everything." the woman, Jessica, said. "Oh, thank you." John said mockingly. "When I saw you John, I knew I had to have you. A man like you, with a cow like her? I know you've thought about straying at some point." Jessica started. "Fuck you! I love my wife." John said. "I know. And that's the point. You're just clouded your own mind with the belief that you are in love with your wife, that you're satisfied by her and that you should never stray. But I'm going to show you what you're missing out on. I'm gonna show you what a man like you really deserves." Jessica started. "What are you going to do?" John said, worried. "I want you guys to look at me. To really take me in." Jessica said, posing with her hands on her hips. For the first time, Tammy really took in how gorgeous this woman was. She had a gorgeous face. Her hair was full and shiny. Her ass was round and firm, encased snugly in her jeans. And her breasts were massive. Her clothes looked of very good quality, picked to highlight her best attributes. On a purely physical scale, Jessica was far sexier than she was. Tammy looked over to see if John noticed this, and as she did, John's eyes jumped from Jessica to her, sensing his wife was looking at him. "Trust me, guys fall over themselves staring at me. But not you, John. You didn't even notice me. This drove me nuts. How dare you not notice me? How dare you not appreciate what I have to offer? So I wanted to understand why this was. What kind of man doesn't notice me? So that's why I did this. To try and figure that out. And I think I have. I realized you simply don't know any better. It's quite cute, seeing that you've lied to yourself so deeply that you've tricked yourself into believing you really love her. And quite frankly, how could you?" Jessica stopped, and walked next to Tammy. "I mean, just look at her. Look at her compared to me. Look at this ratty hair. Is this a dye job? Wow, what type of girl can't keep her hair looking nice for her man? And this pasty skin? Yuck. It's disgusting, not smooth and tan like mine. Do you think your stubby little legs win men over? Don't you know that men like long and firm legs wrapped around them? I saw your ass when I was tying you down. I have never seen a bonier ass in my life. There's just nothing there. And last, and definitely least, are your breasts. Wait, do you even have breasts? I can't tell. I can't really see anything from here. Do you even wear a bra? There's nothing there to support. Don't you know that men love playing with massive, firm tits? Tits like mine? Big, fat DD'S. Trust me, my tits are amazing. They are so soft and firm. No man can get enough. When men look at you, they have trouble telling if you're actually a girl. With me? Trust me, men know I'm more of a woman than they could possibly handle." Jessica said, her humiliating speech towards Tammy finished. "Go fuck yourself, Jessica." John said angrily, defending his wife. "That won't be necessary." Jessica replied. "What?" John replied. Jessica looked at him for a moment, and then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As she started to lower them, John realized what was about to happen. "No, no, no, no, no, you're kidding me. Are you kidding me?" John called out. "That's right, John. I can't help myself. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna show you what you've been missing out on. I'm gonna show you what it's like with a real woman. I'll show you what a man really wants." Jessica said, letting her pants drop to the ground. She stepped out of them. John couldn't help but notice her skimpy black panties. He couldn't help but notice that they were see-through. And he could easily see her neat little landing strip just above her pussy. She reached to the bottom of her black tank top and started to pull it up. John couldn't help but look as she pulled her top over her chest, revealing her massive breasts to his view. He hated to admit it, but they were magnificent. He had never seen a larger pair of breasts in his life. They sat high and firm on her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. Her areola's looked perfectly round and smooth. John had to tear his eyes away from them. Jessica dropped her top onto the ground, letting the married couple take in her nearly nude form. Tammy couldn't help but realize that Jessica was beautiful, better looking than her. Tammy always knew she was never the hottest girl around, but next to Jessica, she felt completely inadequate. Tammy couldn't help but fume with jealously as she took in Jessica's spectacular breasts and perfect ass. As much as she hated to admit it, Jessica was built like a brick shithouse. Even her hair looked spectacular. Tammy hated her. Tammy looked at her husband and noticed his eyes glued to her breasts. It would be hard for any man to not notice them. She couldn't blame him. A moment's fear passed through her mind as she wondered what her husband thought of this woman. She wondered if maybe he realized that this woman was built for sex. She wondered if he perhaps wished she had a body like hers. Jessica turned to face Tammy and let her get a good view at her perfect body. This position also allowed John to find out that Jessica was in fact wearing a thong, as his eyes took in the string splitting her firm ass. Jessica turned back to look at them both. "Okay guys, here's the plan. We've got three days till anyone notices you guys are gone. Today, Saturday, and Sunday. So, for three days, I'm gonna show you guys what real sex is all about. And then, I'll let you go. I'll leave. That's of course, if you want me to." Jessica said. "Fuck you bitch! You're not gonna get away with this!" Tammy yelled out. "Yeah, whatever." Jessica said, dismissing her. She walked over near Tammy and turned to face John. "Listen, John. Don't worry, I'll slip this thong off and we'll get down to business real soon. But I need to know that you're gonna behave yourself. I want to know that you're not gonna try to hurt me. Can I trust you?" Jessica asked. "Go to hell, Jessica. And guess what? I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want you. I don't want this. I'm not gonna let you get anything out of this." John said fiercely. "That's disappointing. I wish I didn't have to do this." Jessica said grimly. She turned, brought her arm back, and proceeded to slap Tammy as hard as she could. "Hey!" John yelled out, watching this happen. Tammy groaned in pain, tasting blood. "Fuck you, you fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! How dare you!" John yelled out, furious. He would not let this bitch get away with this. "Calm down John. Listen!" she yelled out, raising her voice for the first time. He kept yelling out. She reared back to slap Tammy again. "No, wait, stop!" John yelled out. Jessica stopped within an inch of her face. "Listen, John." Jessica started. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll hit her again. If you try to hurt me, I'll hit her again. Understood?" she said sternly. John looked conflicted. He didn't want to have sex with this crazy bitch, but he didn't want her to hurt his wife either. He had no choice. He looked over to Tammy as she looked at him. "I'm sorry, Tammy." He said, protecting her. Tammy understood that he now would have to bite bullet and comply with the woman's evil plans, to protect her. Tammy loved him so much. She nodded at John, communicating that he should do what she asked. "Okay, so we're in agreement." Jessica announced. "Very good." she added. With that she hooked her fingers under the straps of her thong and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. She bent over and picked up her thong. She stretched her thong between her hands like a slingshot and shot it at Tammy, hitting her in the face. Tammy could do nothing to avoid it, feeling the cloth hit her face before landing in her lap. She got a whiff of Jessica's scent and she could tell that Jessica was very turned on. Stockholm Syndrome A very weird quickie, because why not? ___ He watches me bathe every night. My alone-time is limited now ever since I cut myself badly with a razor. I hoped it would be enough to take me to the hospital, that he would freak out, but I was wrong. He stands against the counter with his arms crossed and his eyes hooded. The steam from the tub mists the bathroom and his black clothes are imposing in the fog. Someone else would assume he is aloof, disinterested. Maybe even bored. But I know he absorbs every move I make. I could tease him. Play with my nipples. Take the soap and make it disappear under the frothy water, and let him only imagine what I'm doing with it. Make him as uncomfortable as he makes me. I've done it before but he didn't even blink. Still I know, just know, it affects him. I must be taking too long tonight. His nostrils are flared, eyes narrowed, and his sigh heavy. "I think you're clean enough for now," he says, tossing me a towel. I'm not prepared and half of it falls into the water. His expression is unrepentant. "Let's go." He leads the way back into my bedroom. Or my cell, as I think of it. My captor may have procured a comfortable bed with luxurious sheets and a bookcase filled with any novel I'd care to read, but I don't fool myself. I make the best of what I've got, but I refuse to be lulled into complacency. Sometimes I still give him a fight. I kick him in the shin, or stab him with a pen. An elbow to the gut is always fun. Nothing ends up affecting him, however, and I only end up losing privileges. I have been held hostage for about a month now--give or take a few weeks. Dad is an important politician; my kidnappers want to send a message. And it doesn't hurt that Dad is loaded and that they keep funneling money from him, making false promises they'll drop me off somewhere. I don't know how long they'll keep me. I don't ask anymore. I do know that the man I deal with all the time doesn't work alone. I hear other voices coming from where I'm hidden, but I've never seen anyone else. Just him. In the beginning I valued that, remembering crime shows I'd seen before. It is a good sign if criminals don't want you to see them; that means they have intentions of releasing you. Of course my main captor reveals his face to me every day for memorization. "Put your clothes on," he orders. I've daydreamed long enough. My hands scurry to pull my panties up, toss my nightie on. Thankfully he's left me the comb--one of the few luxuries I have left. He stomps into the bathroom, collecting any and all dangerous items I could possibly use to harm myself. When he comes back out, he stops for a moment to watch me untangle the knots from my hair. This tension crackles between us. It's nothing new. I reflect on how sick I am. I get excited just by his eyes on my body. When he traces my curves with those stone-cold blue eyes, waves of arousal liquify me. I crave him almost as much as I despise him. That's disgusting to me, that I can look at this man who keeps me from my family and from my life and feel anything but hatred. That when he touches me, every cell in my body hums with electricity. Catching his scent on clothes I'm occasionally given and the change of bedsheets he brings every week is sometimes the highlight of my day. It's pathetic. Part of it may be that I've never quite felt as alive as I do now. My days are dangerous and somehow unpredictable, even though I end up doing the same thing for a week. I never know what mood he'll be in, if he'll even look at me. He must be as horrified as I am. Very rarely do our bodies make accidental contact. He doesn't spend an excess of time with me. He's stopped indulging me with chocolate every now and then, or an extra blanket when the chill from the cracks in the walls is too much. I think it's all a way of reminding himself I'm not a guest. Who is this man? I can never figure it out. He seems so gentle, even if he's tall and strong. He's patient when I take forever to complete simple tasks he must oversee. Yet I sense that powerful brutality lurking beneath his benign facade; a brutality I instinctively know I must evade. "How much longer do I have to be here?" I ask tonight. Thinking about all of this has renewed my fear. It terrifies me I don't have as much interest in fleeing from this bedroom anymore. He starts, almost as if he's surprised by the question. "Until you're no longer needed." "How much have you made off of me by now? A hundred grand? Two?" He gives nothing away, but I'd bet it's even more than that. "It's time for bed." He waits until I'm in bed and under the covers before he flips the lights off. Before I can say goodnight with sarcasm, he's locked me in. How macabre this little pantomime of ours is--he all but tucks me into bed, his little prisoner. And I can't deny that I play it all over and over again in my mind until morning. ____ I lose privacy privileges again a few days later. I smashed the mirror in the bathroom and cut a wrist with a shard. I'm not suicidal, but I do have a masochistic streak, it would seem. I tell myself it's to annoy him, to damage the goods so that when he's finally used me up and returned me to my father, Dad can see the physical toll. Secretly I just want to see what he'll do. In the initial minutes, he's rough with me. He catalogues the immense flow of blood flowing from my wrist, the puddle at my feet, the paleness of my face. "Shit. What did you do?" He tugs me out of the bathroom. I'm shaking by the time he pushes me down on the bed. "Stay," he orders, as if I could go anywhere else. He leaves the room only to return a minute later with a first-aid kit. That he has such a thing at all strikes me so bizarre that I can't repress a laugh. I receive a glare. "You really need stitches." He treats me. It stings terribly, but it's what I deserve. Or so he keeps telling me. I lay out to rest and he vanishes. The pain is exquisite and I don't quite sleep, drifting in and out. In the middle of the night he creeps in, obviously assuming I'm asleep. His cool hand touches my forehead. If he's looking for a fever, he doesn't find one. I wonder if I'm hallucinating when I feel him push back my hair in something that almost feels like tenderness. Then I feel him poking around my wound. I'm not sure how he can make anything out in the blanket of darkness surrounding us. He must be satisfied, however, because he leaves immediately after. Only then do I find myself tearing up. It's strange, but no one has taken care of me before. No one until my captor. _____ One day he brings me chocolate ice cream. I'm not sure why, but I happily take the spoon and dig in. He sits on my bed, watching me with a severity I don't understand. Then he clears his throat. "You are going home soon. Three days at the most." The ice cream slides down my throat too quickly. A rush of cold flows to my head and it aches. "Three days?" This is good news. Why am I panicking? He runs a hand over his face. "Yes. I'll release you someplace remote. It will be up to you how you get home." His body is tight. "You will tell your father how well we treated you. I would hate to have to come visit you and make my point." "Do you really think me telling my father you brought me chocolate ice cream is going to prevent the cops from trying to get you?" I snort. "They probably won't even wait a minute before trailing you." He shakes his head and I realize all too late what I've said. I make a terrible victim. "We have our money. I'll be far, far away before you even make it to civilization." Damn it. The thought makes me sad. Fucking Patty Hearst. Perhaps he reads the melancholy in my face because a sardonic grin drapes itself across his face. "Sad?" "Who else will lurk around when I take a bath?" I try, but my tone is off. I might never be able to take a bath again if I can't feel the weight of his impenetrable stare. He shrugs. "Pay someone to do it." He's so cavalier that I wonder for a moment if I've imagined this whole attraction. He stands, apparently preparing to leave, and I give up pretending. I take three huge steps toward him, tossing the ice cream on the floor in a dramatic fashion. A brief thought flits through my brain that this is so Lifetime, but I'm right in front of him now and there's no time for amusement. I drag myself up his body so that I'm up on the tips of my toes. Our noses meet and our breath mingles. It would be so easy to kiss him right now. "I would regret it very much if I didn't at least tell you that, as crazy as it is, I want you to fuck me." His inhale is sharp and disbelieving. "What?" "It's crazy, I know. You dragged me out of my apartment and put me in a room that's smaller than my bathroom." My heart is beating so furiously that he must feel it. "You've always been delicate with me, though. I know you'd never hurt me. And there's just something about--" But he cuts me off with a hand to my throat. "What are you playing at? You're a breath away from being free and you tempt me like this?" "I'm screwed up," I grind out. I can't help reveling in the tickling sensation of his rough fingers around my sensitive neck. He scans my face. "You really are," he says in a kind of wondering way. Then he lets me go and takes a step back. "I have no intentions of fucking you." "But you want to." Again he looks astounded. His gaze travels up and down my body as if he's never seen me before. "You're crazy." He shakes his head. "I'm not going anywhere near you. All I need is for you to tell your father I raped you." "It's not rape if I'm willing." I can't even believe the words falling out of my mouth. "And you'll be far, far away, remember?" "Enough." He's pissed. He turns his back on me and makes for the door. "I'll be back with your dinner later." Something flares in me and I want to engulf him in the flames, too. I'm frustrated, and not just sexually. He took a month from me. He's stolen from my father. He's scarred me for life. And I want him inside me and it's all so fucked up that I'm crying. It's too much to bear that in roughly 72 hours I'll be back to my plain life where the most exciting thing that happens is when my boyfriend comes too soon. Dad will ask what I'm going to finally major in, and Mom will feign disappointment in me because that's just what mothers do. I pull at his arm frantically and he turns to look at me with reluctance. "What the fuck are you doing?" He tries to tear himself away but I won't let him. I catch his lips with mine somehow. It's awkward and our teeth click together, but I know I have him now by the way his body tightens up. His lips are softer than I thought they'd be. And it's harder to kiss him than I hoped since he's so freaking tall. It takes a few minutes for him to relax. His arms wrap around me and he takes over our kiss. I won't stand for that, however, and quickly reach for his cock to get him off-balance. It works; he's clearly staggered. His mouth unlocks from mine so that he can moan. His eyes are focused on me, watching me watching him lose control. He's hard and large, just as I fantasized. Before I can get too comfortable basking in my fascination, he half-lifts me and throws me onto the bed. My stomach jumps and the reality of the situation finally settles in my chest. I'm inflamed with wild wantonness and I'm barely breathing. Never, ever have I experienced something like this. He makes quick work of his pants. The sound of his zipper slipping down is more than enough to get me wet. Wetter. He doesn't bother pulling off his shirt. His body falls upon mine, and his hungry hands bunch up my nightie until my breasts are bared in the cool air. His mouth latches on to one nipple and then the next with an almost frightening urgency. The hardness of his cock against my thigh is something I won't ever be able to forget. I am desperate to taste him but I know neither of us have the patience. My thoughts are confirmed when he pushes my panties to the side and stuffs two fingers inside me. Everything is slick and easy. I pant into his face before forcing a kiss onto him, unable to be without his taste for long. Another finger slips in and I cry out. Then his fingers are gone and his meaty cock is thrusting against my pussy, thrusting against my clit. I'm begging nonsensically at this point. He smiles down at me; it's obvious he enjoys the sensation of his dripping cock slipping against my own wetness. And then he's pushing in and out. It's rough and vicious. Like a barbarian, he bites my breast and pulls my hips closer to him by a violent grip of my ass. He wants to make me lose my mind as much as I want the same for him. This is fucking, primitive and fierce, and I never want to do it any other way again. He pounds my pussy until I'm shrieking and raising my hips back against him. The urge to come is sudden and I quickly lose any tenuous grip of control I had. My body shudders. Muscles tighten and release. My cunt grips him like a wet fist, sucking him in with the incredible force of my orgasm. He curses and fucks me harder. We're a mess of screams and sweaty flesh against flesh. Then I feel him grow bigger and harder inside of me. His cock inflates with cum until it spills over and into me. He grunts with every pulse. My nails are so ingrained in his back that I wonder if I've permanently scarred him. As fast as we came together, we pull apart. He collapses beside me. My body is still hungry and thrumming for more contact. I want him inside again, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. My head turns on my pillow so I can face him. As if this is commonplace for us, my hand reflexively reaches out to stroke his stomach. "I want more," I whisper. His eyes slide to me in disbelief. "I want to stay with you." His laugh is dry and humorless. "You're a lunatic. You can't." I'm insistent. "I can." I tell him all about my life. The words spill out of me unbidden and uncontrolled. He listens to every word and gives himself away when he reaches out to me. After a while I tell him about how I can stay with him. How I will. How I don't care what's sane or insane anymore, that he's ruined me and he has to deal with the consequences. He's stopped answering me. I look back at him and find him asleep. How vulnerable he looks when he gives himself a break. My fingers trail through his hair, over his forehead, down the slope of his perfectly pointed nose, across those soft lips. I give him an impulsive kiss and he murmurs in his sleep. When his eyes are shut, I'm the captor and he belongs to me. "What's your name?" I wonder aloud, running my hands over his chest. His snore is my only response. I'll ask him again in the morning. I want to know him so badly that I'm sick with the curiosity. And then I fall asleep, confined by his body.