1 comments/ 17698 views/ 13 favorites In the Still of the Night By: SynnerSaint "In the Still of the Night I hear the wolf howl, honey Sniffing around your door In the Still of the Night I feel my heart beating heavy Telling me I gotta have more" Whitesnake You shouldn't have walked through the wood but it's four in the morning and you're rather drunk after being at a party all night. You wouldn't have had to walk home if your friend Emma hadn't gone and copped off with some bloke, she left the party early without telling you and it wasn't until you noticed her car wasn't parked in the driveway that you even knew she'd left; so now you've got no choice but to walk home. The road makes a large loop around Bindbole Wood and you would save yourself about 3 miles of walking if you take a short cut. You're a little uncertain about going through the wood at night but you think 'What's the worst that can happen?' So you walk through the dark woods still dressed in your black party dress. A dress you chose deliberately because it was nice and short and showed off your shapely, tanned legs and contrasted nicely with your long blond hair. Your also wearing your favorite pair of Jimmy Choo's the ones with the 4" heels that make your legs look even longer. Other than that you're wearing, well, not much really, just a flimsy piece of material that barely covers your shaven pussy. You really had hoped to be in Emma's place tonight with your legs spread wide for a good hard fucking but all the boys at the party had been so dull, not one of them had been worth the effort. You look up at the full moon and giggle to yourself thinking about werewolves and just as you do a dog howls in the distance making you jump slightly. You're tell yourself not to be so ridiculous when I grab your arm and drag you off the path into the trees. You're heart leaps out of your chest, you try to scream but I shove you roughly up against a tree trunk and it knocks the wind out of you. Before you can catch a breath I clamp one hand tightly over your mouth; with my other hand I draw a wicked looking knife, the blade shimmers in the pale moonlight and the cold touch of the steel as I press it against your neck makes you shiver with fear. I lean in close and you can feel my warm breath against your skin as I whisper in your ear "Scream and I'll slit your throat." You try and struggle but I press the blade deeper into your soft skin as a warning. A cold wave of fear washes over you and you go limp but point to your handbag thinking I'm a mugger but I hiss "It's not your money I'm interested in bitch." I grab your hair pulling your head back sharply as I look up and down. "So what's dirty little slut like you doing walking through the woods at this hour?" I ask in an amused tone. You try to answer but with my hand over your mouth you can't say a word I leer at you as I continue "No need to answer that question, I think we both know what you're doing dressed like a cheap whore walking through the woods at night. Now let's see what's on offer." I cut your dress with the knife, slicing neatly down through the center all the way down to your belly. As your firm tits peak out from the tattered remains of your dress I slip the knife away and grab your nipples, pinching them hard between my fingers. You yelp in pain as I twist and pull on your nipples painfully. "Nice tits," I say, giving your nipples a particularly viscous pinch "very sensitive nipples. Now let's see the rest of you." I draw the knife again and cut the straps of your dress off your shoulders and the remains of it slide off your body to pool at your feet. I let out a low whistle of appreciation as I inspect you "Very nice whore, very nice indeed" I rest my hands on your shoulders for a moment before running them down your body, my nails leaving bright red scratches down your breasts and belly before hooking them into the waistband of your flimsy G-string. "No, p-please don't" you gasp but I ignore you and rip the tiny piece of fabric off, leaving you naked but for your shoes. I hold the shredded remains of your panties up to my face and inhale deeply letting your scent flood my nose. Despite, or maybe because of, the pain and rough treatment you find yourself extremely turned on and your pussy is soaking something I can't help but noticing as I examine your panties. I look at you and raise an eyebrow questioningly, at the same time I slide a single finger into your cunt making you moan involuntarily. I hook my finger inside your wet pussy and lift, forcing you to arch your back and making you moan even louder. Withdrawing my finger, I hold it up in front of your face, the thick layer of your cum coating it glints in the moonlight. "It seems you enjoy being treated like cheap slut don't you?" I ask. You feel like your body has betrayed you as you nod your head almost against your will. I slip my finger into your mouth making you taste your own juices and unable to help yourself, you suck on it eagerly as tears of shame and humiliation well up in your eyes. "Please..." you whisper as I pull my finger out of your mouth. "Please what?" I ask smiling "Is that 'Please let me go' or 'please fuck me'?" You look at me, the tears streaming down your face now as you whisper "Fuck me". "What's that? I didn't quite hear you slut." Your body aches for more rough treatment for the abuse you desperately want and need but your mind screams at you to beg me to let you go or at least be gentle with you. Impatiently I slap you hard across the face snapping your head back and leaving a bright red imprint of my palm across your cheek. "Well slut?" Broken, abused, and yet so turned on, the words tumble out of your mouth like a death sentence. "Please, fuck me." I grab your hair again, use it to pull you around and then roughly shove you face first into the tree. Releasing your hair I unbuckle my belt and pull it out of the loops of my jeans. Threading one end of my belt through the buckle I slip it over your head and around your neck before pulling it tight causing you to choke and cough. I use the free end of my belt to bind your wrists tight together in the small of your back. "I'm going to fuck your ass" I tell you, grabbing your firm ass cheeks with both hands "but first I'm going to warm it up." I start pulling long twigs off surrounding pushes and trees, until I have a good handful of them. I swish them through air a few times making sure you can the whistling noise they make. Without any further warning I bring the bunch of twigs down hard across your deliciously naked ass with a resounding crack. You cry out with pain from the first strike and the second and the third but by the fourth your screams are just muffled groans and you find yourself raising your ass up, pushing it backward to meet the next blow, needing to feel the sharp, stinging pain. I don't stop until your ass is crisscrossed with lots of beautiful bright red stripes and scratches, a few of which are deep enough to draw blood. Discarding the makeshift flogger I slide a cool hand over your lovely hot ass, feeling the heat rising from the beating. I let my hands slide lower, slipping them between your thighs - I'm not at all surprised to find they're slick with the cum that's oozing from your cunt. I push myself against you, pressing my hard cock against your abused ass, letting you feel it through the rough material of my jeans. "You're such a dirty cunt, you're loving this aren't you?" When the only response I get is a muffled whimper I pull back and slap your battered ass hard making you scream, "I asked you question bitch, now answer it." "Y-yes." You whimper in response "Yes, what?" "Yes S-sir" praying that it's the right answer. "That's better slut," I say smiling. "Now beg me to rape your ass." "P-please S-sir..." you trail off unable or unwilling to lower yourself to the depths of depravity, to beg me to violate you like that. I slap your ass again, hard. "Beg." I order. Knowing you have no choice, knowing I'll probably rape you anyway and realizing that in some dark corner of your soul you want this, all of this you whisper: "Please Sir, rape my ass." "Louder." I say as I undo my fly and push down my jeans and pants down, finally letting my engorged cock free. "Please Sir, rape my ass." "Louder." Spreading your ass cheeks and nudging my cock up against your tight hole. "PLEASE SIR, RAPE MY ASS!" I push my cock into you, impaling you on its length as I drive it deep into your ass. You let out a long moan of mixed pleasure and pain, of shame and lust as I penetrate you, stretching your ass wide. After the first plunge I pull back slowly and then start fucking you, hard, driving my cock in and out of your ass. You grunt and squeal like a pig and push your ass back to meet every thrust of my hard prick - loving the feel of my cock embedded deep in your ass. I reach around you and grab your tits squeezing them tight and digging my nails in; my mouth is on your neck and shoulders, biting hard and leaving bright red marks of possession on your body. As I get close to cumming I pull out of your ass (much to your disappointment and frustration) and untie my belt form your wrists and order you to get on your knees. When you hesitate, I grab your long, blonde hair and force you to your knees in front of me. "Open your mouth and play with yourself." No hesitation this time, your hands snake down to your wet cunt and you frenziedly masturbate yourself, three fingers in your slit and you rub your clit vigorously. You open your mouth wide, eager to receive the gift of my cum, your eyes half closed, your face a mask of naked lust and desire. I wank my cock with one hand my other grabs the spare end of the belt, pulling your face close to me and causing you to choke; you don't stop frigging yourself though, if anything your hands move faster on your clit. I pull up my trousers and take my belt from your throat. I look at you kneeling in a disheveled heap at my feet, your face covered in my cum and your tears. I fish your lipstick out of your handbag and write the word 'SLUT' on your forehead in bright red letters, then 'PIG' across your tits and 'WHORE' on your belly, finally I write my phone number on your arm. Discarding your lipstick, I turn and walk away, leaving you broken and abused without so much as backward glance. I've barely been walking for five minutes when my phone rings and you beg me to come back and fuck you again. The End In The Still Of The Night "I'm sorry Officer, this won't happen again," Jack promised as he glared at Melissa and Becky who were standing sheepishly in the corner. "I know they're only a couple months shy of twenty-one but they still shouldn't be drinking and they definitely shouldn't be walking around drunk at night. Anything could have happened to them," the police officer warned. "I know Officer. Thank you. I'll make sure they get home safe." They drove home in silence as Jack stared at the road and the girls sat in the back seat looking ashamed. By the time they returned to the house it was gone 3am and he ordered Becky and Melissa into the kitchen. "I can't fucking believe you two!" Jack said. "I'm sorry Dad," Melissa replied pitifully, staring at the kitchen floor. "Yeah sorry Mr Chambers," Becky echoed. "What were you thinking walking around downtown Boston by yourselves at 1am?" "We got kicked out of the club we were at and had no where else to go Dad..." Melissa said feebly. "You're not twenty-one for another three months Lis! You shouldn't even be in a fucking club! And I don't even wanna know why you were kicked out of it!" "Sorry," they said in unison. "I give up Lis! You're in college now! If you don't know by now that you shouldn't be getting thrown out of clubs and getting arrested I can't tell you," he sighed as he paced around the kitchen. "Do what the fuck you like! I don't care anymore; you're an adult. You don't live here anymore so while you're at college you can do whatever you want. Just don't call me to bail you out next time you get your ass arrested!" Jack snapped before storming upstairs. When he had calmed down and the girls were in bed, Jack ventured back downstairs to get a glass of water when he heard whispering coming from the living room. He peered through the open door to see the sofa bed extended with his daughter and her best friend sitting on top of it. "Sssh! We're in enough trouble with my Dad," Melissa giggled. "Come on Lis...just a quick goodnight kiss," Becky teased as she leaned over and kissed her friend softly on the lips. Jack watched in disbelief as his daughter and her best friend kissed passionately, his blue eyes widening as they explored each other's bodies with their hands. He guessed that this wasn't the first time they had done this and his cock twitched when his daughter pulled up her friend's nightshirt and began caressing her small breasts. Jack's mouth watered as he stared at Becky's young body for the first time. He had fantasised about her so many times before but as he studied her perfect breasts, it took all his strength not to go into the living room and jerk off all over them. Hearing Becky's soft moans, he closed his eyes and imagined what his cum would look like dripping off her tiny nipples and he silently begged his daughter to go to bed so that he could find out. "Suck 'em," Becky whispered, breaking their kiss and interrupting Jack's thoughts. His eyes flew open and his cock stiffened as his daughter brought her mouth down and began skilfully licking them, making Becky's tits glisten with her saliva. He watched Melissa's tongue run a trail between her pert breasts before moving across to slowly circle her baby pink nipple. Jack had no idea that his daughter was interested in women and he wondered if sharing a dorm with Becky had led her astray. After all, she'd always dated boys and he had never caught her doing anything like this before. But then he thought back to all those slumber parties Melissa had as a teenager, he wondered whether she was in the basement getting her pussy licked while he was asleep upstairs. All those times he thought she was just watching Dirty Dancing with her friends; she could have been doing this... Closing his eyes, Jack thought about all the teenaged girls Melissa used to invite over. Watching them walk around in their nightdresses made his dick so hard and he would lie in bed at night listening to them giggle, hoping that one of them would come into his bedroom when Melissa was asleep. Little did he know that they were the giggles of young girls exploring each other's bodies and experiencing their first orgasms. If he had gone down into the basement, we would have been confronted with a scene similar to the one he was witnessing now and he would have realised that his daughter's friends weren't as innocent as he thought. If Jack knew that, maybe he wouldn't have felt so guilty about trying to sneak looks at them when they were in the shower or jerking off as he imagined them in their school uniform, riding his cock. Opening his eyes again, he gazed at the friends who were still playing on the sofa bed. He knew that Melissa was no stranger to this as she sucked on Becky's tits like the girls in the videos he had hidden under his bed. As if reading Jack's mind, Becky pulled Melissa's long blonde hair out of the way so that he could get a better view and he smiled as he spied his daughter's pink lipstick smeared around her nipples. Becky sighed as her best friend continued to expertly suck her tits, both of them blissfully unaware that they were being watched. "Oh baby, that's it. You know what I like," Becky moaned as Melissa's hand slipped between her legs. Jack licked his lips as his daughter lifted Becky's T-shirt to reveal her well-trimmed pussy and he tried not to make a sound as she spread her legs for Melissa. He stood there in stunned silence as she began fingering Becky furiously and he could tell that they were both trying to suppress their moans of pleasure. Allowing his hand to slip beneath his tartan boxer shorts, Jack began stroking his stiff cock as he watched his daughter and her best friend intently. He could feel his balls tighten as he watched Becky's cunt swallow Melissa's slender fingers and he closed his eyes and imagined that it was his cock sliding in and out of it. "If we hadn't been doing this in that club we wouldn't have been thrown out!" Melissa giggled which sent Jack over the edge. He swallowed his groans as he came all over his hand at the thought of Becky and his daughter playing on the dance floor of a club. Moving forward to get a better look, the floorboard creaked loudly under his foot and the friends sprung apart. "What was that?" Melissa gasped. "I don't know..." "What if it was my Dad?" "Quick go to your room," Becky whispered as she turned off the lamp and dove under the blanket. Jack hid in the kitchen as Melissa, crept up the stairs, grateful that he would be left alone with Becky. When he heard her bedroom door shut he slipped out of the shadows and opened the living room door. Becky was on her side with her back to him and as he turned the lamp back on she pretended to be asleep. Jack stood over her for a moment before climbing under the blanket behind her. She didn't flinch and he smiled to himself as he allowed his hand to slip over her hip and under her T-shirt. "Mr Chambers," she sighed as he began caressing her young tits. "Just finishing what my daughter started," he whispered in her ear as he rolled her tiny nipple between his fingers. Becky didn't stop him and instead began moaning gently in much the same way she had when his daughter touched her. Her tits were small and soft and he could fit each one easily in the palm of his hand. Her puffy nipples were like two little raspberries and touching them made his cock throb again. "Let's get this off," he whispered, pulling her LAU T-shirt over her head so that she was completely naked. He reached around and grabbed her soft tits with both hands, cupping them and pulling her closer to him as she began slowly rubbing her ass against his cum-soaked boxer shorts, telling him that she wanted it to. Jack slowly moved his right hand over Becky's flat stomach and between her legs, forcing her to sigh loudly. "Oh yeah...that's what I want," he whispered in her ear as his finger found her clit. Her pussy was warm and welcoming and he could see why his daughter enjoyed playing with it so much. "Oh Mr Chambers..." she encouraged as he rubbed his stiffening cock against her ass. "Is this what Lis does to you?" "Yeah...I love it..." "I bet you do. Do you like fucking my baby girl?" "Oh God yeah. When are you gonna stick that in me?" she begged, rubbing her ass against his cock as he continued to tease her pussy with his thick fingers. Deciding to give her what she wanted, Jack pulled down his boxer shorts to free his now rock hard cock. "Come on...stick it in me..." she whispered as he began running the head of his cock between her firm ass cheeks. "That's it. Fucking beg for it." "I want it so bad. Fuck me please." "Is this what you want huh?" he whispered in her ear as he inched his hard cock into her begging pussy. Becky groaned loudly as her tight hole stretched to accommodate him and Jack almost came as he felt her spasming around him. Her cunt was so much tighter than he had ever imagined and it told him that she wasn't as experienced as he had thought. He didn't doubt that Becky had had her share of women sucking on those pretty little tits of hers but he could tell that she'd never had such a big cock in her. As Jack thought about all those inexperienced spotty college boys pawing all over her, he wasn't surprised that she preferred pussy. With his left hand on her breasts and his right hand between her legs, he began fucking her. Slowly at first but increasing speed as she began rocking her hips in rhythm with his, matching him thrust for thrust. The old sofa bed creaked loudly beneath them, threatening to collapse as they tried to suppress their moans of pleasure so that Melissa wouldn't hear them. "I'm nearly there...please...don't stop..." she begged as Jack fucked her hard and deep, his balls slapping loudly against her young ass. "I knew as soon as you walked into this fucking house you wanted it..." "I did...give it to me...fuck me with your big cock..." "Beg me to cum in you...beg..." he demanded as he thrust harder. "Oh please! Fuck me! Make me cum like your daughter does!" "That's it baby...cum for me..." "I'm there! Yes! Fuck yes!" she cried out as she came all over his hard cock. "Shut up or you'll wake Melissa," he said, covering her mouth not wanting his daughter to come down and find him fucking her best friend. On the verge of his orgasm, Jack withdrew suddenly, pushing Becky on to her back as he began stroking his cock quickly, the head aimed at her chest. "Oh God..." she gasped as his cock erupted over her neck and chin. Jack sighed as he stroked his cock with his hand, the second and third wads landing across her breasts and dripping off her hard nipples and onto her stomach. With their eyes locked, Becky brought her hands up and began rubbing his orgasm into her tiny tits. Jack licked his lips as he watched her slender fingers circle her pink nipples and he sighed with satisfaction as her breasts glistened with his cum. "Clean me up," he whispered, kneeling by Becky's face and pressing the head of his soft cock against her lips. With her left hand still moving easily over her slick tits, she fingered herself with the right one as she sucked and licked his cock clean. When she had finished, Jack reluctantly pulled his cock out of her young mouth with a smile, knowing that he had just given Becky the one thing his daughter couldn't... In the Still of the Night Vicky woke up suddenly. The room was dark. What was she dreaming of? She couldn't remember. She could hear the steady hum of the air-conditioning, coupled by the rhythm of snores. Everyone must be fast asleep. What could have woken her up? There were seven people in the room with her and they were all on the carpet in front of the now blank TV set. Irene was on her back to her right, while Gina was lying on her stomach to her left. The guys must be by their feet, if she remembered right. Just a few hours ago, they were having fun playing darts while the TV was on showing an x-rated film. Jake and Ted were not at all interested in what was going on in the den and stayed in one corner studying for the exam the next day. That's why they were there in the first place. It was a study group for the exam in Trigonometry. They had been studying for 6 hours straight, and at 10 pm, Vicky decided that she had studied enough and wanted to unwind. So, she got the darts and started playing. Irene didn't know how to play darts so she went to the wall of videotapes and discovered the hidden set of adult tapes behind the classics section. Together with Gina and Tim, the owner of the house, they watched the tape while Gary and Vicky played darts. They were all good friends, being block mates during their freshman year. Ted was gay, but this didn't deter the guys from being friends with him as he was a very nice chap. Besides, he was the brightest in the class. They bonded pretty quickly and for two semesters, they'd been getting the same classes so that they'll still be together. They were even thinking of forming an organization, but they needed at least 30 members in order to form one, and they haven't met the 23 people they like enough to invite into their group. Vicky looked at the digital clock of the VHS machine. 4 a.m. God, I need some sleep, she told herself and closed her eyes. As soon as she did, she saw the scene from the tape that made both Gary and her stop playing to watch. It was a girl who was being trained into being a "slave" by her "master" and in that scene, she was underneath the table and eating the pussy of one of the guests. The seats were even constructed in such a way that only the thighs and butt cheeks were being supported. Vicky wasn't too keen on S/M scenes but it was so erotic to see the girl giving pleasure to the other girl while the latter was doing her best to keep up with the conversation at the table. She could almost feel for herself the intensity of the climax of the guest while she was trying not to scream out. Vicky felt her cheeks turning hot again, just like when she was watching the tape, and felt her own pussy starting to get moist again with the thought. Hearing nothing but the steady breathing of her friends, she slowly put her hand to her crotch and cupped herself. It felt good, but what she really wanted was to spread her legs wide and part her pussy lips while playing with her clit with the other hand. Feeling a little bold, she unloosened the string of her sweat pants and inserted her hand underneath her panties. She loved the feeling of her shaven cunt on her fingers, and when she touched her clit, she had to take a deep breath of pleasure. Just then, Irene stirred in her sleep. Vicky stayed still, not even daring to take out her hand from beneath her soaked panties. From across the room, there was a cough, then silence except for the constant whirring of the motor of the air-conditioner. Thinking that she'll just finish herself off while taking a bath later, she was about to take out her hand when Irene turned towards her and placed a leg over her own and a hand over her left breast. Vicky couldn't move! She wasn't sure if Irene was awake, but if she wasn't, she would surely wake up if Vicky took out her hand from her cunt now. She tried to make her breathing as normal as possible, but the feel of Irene's hand on her breast was deliciously good. She never thought of herself as a lesbian, not even considered herself to be a bi-sexual. That didn't even cross her mind now. What she was thinking of was the sensation of a hand on her breast while her hand was on her cunt. Vicky was getting more wet now. She started moving just her middle finger over her clit. It felt so good. So many things were going on in her mind now. She couldn't tense up her leg muscles as Irene's leg was over hers, and she couldn't breathe too fast as Irene's hand was on her chest. Concentrating just on her middle finger, she rubbed her clit ever so slowly. The sensation she was feeling was just incredible! Her pussy ached for something to be inserted inside it, so she let her hand creep over her cunt and inserted her middle finger inside her pussy. Only a small segment of her finger could be inserted because of her position, but it was enough to stimulate her even more. She moved it in and out while her thumb rubbed her clit. She could feel her insides turning to mush while her muscles were straining to tense up under the extreme pleasure of her lust. Her orgasm was about to explode and it was all she could do not to fuck her finger and scream. Just a little more. It feels so good. My clit feels so hard against my thumb. I think I can hear my pussy making a squishing sound. No, I can't stop it. It feels too good to stop. Yes, ahhhh. I need more! Another finger. Yes, another finger. Oooh! Yes! That's good. I'm the guest. . . they mustn't see me coming. . . ooh I can feel her tongue inside me. . . aaah! It's inside me so deep. . .I can feel it. . . I can feel me coming. . . must. . . stay. . . still. . . I must. . . aaaaaah! The orgasm came so strongly. Vicky was lost in pleasure when she suddenly felt Irene's hand move on her breast. She felt Irene's leg hold on to her leg. Irene's fingers closed on her nipple and squeezed them. With each wave of orgasm that Vicky felt, Irene caressed her breast. This only brought Vicky into another peak and this time her legs parted a little and she arched her back from sheer pleasure. That's when she felt a hand by her leg. She realized then that Irene was awake all the time and was fingering herself as well! Vicky shuddered through her last orgasm, and she felt a hot rush of breath on her neck. Irene came as well. In The Still Of The Night The brightness of the full moon hung high in the sky illuminating the dark streets of London, People moved about through the streets and alleys below, with a snort of hunger the beast sat upon the edge of a roof top looking at the bright lights of Trafalgar square, drunken revellers dressing in a variety of costumes and party clothes moved around the square under the watchful eye of London police, some mounted on horseback others on foot. The Halloween spirit was in full swing and the smell of intoxication was mixed with a variety of lust from some and anger from others as the effect of too much alcohol coursed through their veins. The Beast lifted his nose to the wind and savoured the smell, his clawed hands and feet digging into the stonework to assure his footing on the rooftop, looking down into the crowds he watched carefully and looked for her, an uncontrolled shudder of anticipation ripped through his body as he waited patiently for the time to come. Susan Bainbridge left the club, she was an attractive blonde and at first glance she looked as if she was about 22 or 23, but she carried her families good genes and because of that it hid the fact she was just short of her 35th birthday, she was dressed in a long black skirt which zipped up on one side and a conservative white blouse, clothes really more suited to an office than a night out, but she really did not enjoy the whole nightlife scene, she never had even when she was younger, always happier with her nose in a good book or at home curled up with a cup of hot chocolate, she was still trying to figure out why she came out tonight, she laughed out loud 'Because of my friends' she spoke to herself drawing a few looks from several people around her, she had spent a few hours at the club and had now decided to slip away and head home and tell her work friends she had developed a headache and gone home, they were all too drunk now to notice or even care she was gone anyway. She looked back at the club one more time considering going back in and giving into what some people called peer pressure, but she laughed again and said to herself 'I will give in to Hunger instead' as she chuckled slightly and looked to the fast food restaurant across from the club and stumbled slightly drunker than she had thought she was towards it. The Beasts nose suddenly came alive and he lifted his head and sniffed the air, something had caught his attention and it was not coming from the gathered people beneath him but from Leicester Square, with a quick turn he ran across the roof and leapt between two buildings caught momentarily in the moonlight a single drunken reveller noticed him but looked away and then back again to make sure his mind was not playing tricks, and when nothing was there he quickly dismissed the image from his mind. And carried on his drunken way Susan Bainbridge entered the burger Restaurant and joined one of the huge queues to order something to eat, the place was jammed packed with people some sober but mostly drunk people, she shook her head as a giddy feeling took hold of her and she started to regret having that last Jack Daniels and coke. With another leap the beast landed on the roof of another building and looked down into Leicester square, his eyes scanning the people and places, his nose seeking out the sensation that had brought him here, but nothing, he crouched low near the edge of the roof, his claws digging into the roof as before securing his hold. As he waited, his senses outstretched. Jack Wallace stood by the bar in the club, he was a handsome guy in his early 20's some 6 foot in height spiky gelled black hair, dressed in his favourite black suit and dark red shirt, he held his Beer in his hand and smiled at the incident that had occurred at the bar where a pretty blonde had bumped into him and spilled her drink all over herself, she had been so embarrassed he tried to make her feel better by getting a towel from the bar tender and repeatedly telling her it was ok, no harm done, but she had continued to be so embarrassed he had left her and hoped maybe he could speak with her later, but looking around he could not see her. Susan edged closer to the front of the queue as her eyes squinted at the overly bright fluorescent display boards high up behind the counter, the colourful pictures put their to make everything so much more appetising, yet at the moment it just seem to bright and her eyes were hurting from it, she was suddenly shunted forwards by a drunken clubber in his early 20's short cropped hair almost military in style which glistened with far too much hair gel, he raised his hands in a form of apology and she felt her stomach protest from the impact of his collision, as she heard the short young black girl behind the counter call out 'next customer please' in her direction.. Susan composed herself and turned back towards the counter, leaning forward to rest against it, she smiled a weak smile to match the fake one the girl behind the counter had plastered across her face, a corporate image smile Susan thought to herself and laughed softly, she saw the girls face sneer a little and then return to the big smile of before 'Can I take your order' she said to Susan. The wind shifted and upon the roof top the beast sniffed the air once more trying to regain the scent that had pulled him from his silent watching of Trafalgar Square, he could smell the strong stench of alcohol and the sweet smell of hormones going crazy amongst the revellers, but as hard as he tried he could not find the scent he wanted again, one of his clawed hands drew tight into a fist and he slammed it down in the roof in frustration and he leapt to the edge of the roof and sprang across the gap between the building he was on and landed on the roof opposite, he crouched low at the foot of one the giant red letters that made up the name of the club. Susan sat herself at one of the empty tables near the door, the place was very loud and crowded now and full of happy revellers, she looked at her watch 'not even midnight yet' she said to herself, as she opened the box to the burger she had ordered as her stomach protested once more, and she again realised she was not a great drinker and she had drunk too much\and perhaps food was not a wise choice either. 'Are you ok' she heard from her left, tilting her head to one side she saw a handsome male In his early 20's, his hair was spiked up and he wore a dark suit, she looked him up and down and a spark of recognition formed in her mind as she recalled she had literally bumped into him at the bar in the club, she had been so embarrassed by the incident and was full of apologies and offers to replace his drink, he had told her it was quite alright and helped her by getting a cloth from the bartender so she could wipe Jack Daniels and Coke she had spilt down herself and then casually vanished into the club. A look of recognition formed on his face, and she could see he was trying to place her 'Ah my knight with bar cloth' she said smiling as the thoughts of recognition finished forming in his mind and he smiled back 'Ah Miss Jack Daniels and coke' he said laughing as the moment returned to him and she could not help but to join in the laughter. Once their laughter subsided, he smiled a warm friendly smile again 'So are you ok', she thought the question over for a second and could feel her hunger returning and actually did feel better 'Well I guess laughter must be the best form of medicine, because I actually do' she laughed at her own statement and smiled at him 'Please Sit down, join me'. 'Well if it is no intrusion then gladly' he said slipping into the seat opposite her, he waved a way an offer of some fries with a casual no thank you, and watched her eat hungrily. The skies above Leicester Square were beginning to darken now and it seemed like rain was likely, the beast watched the people outside the club below continue to laugh and enjoy the revelry of this all Hallows eve, his nose continued to catch the scents on the wind and his eyes began to follow a tall red headed woman, she was dressed in tight blue denim jeans and jacket and walked across the square away from the club in her hand she carried a container of ice cream and lifted it to her lips to lick at it, The scent carried to his nose and it filled his senses with her scent and that of the multitude of flavours the ice cream contained, rising slowly to a crouching position he leaned closer to the edge and steadied himself to spring forward, just as his legs locked into place, his nose picked up another scent, the one from before, the one he hunted for. His gaze quickly shifted from the red headed woman and followed the scent and his gaze became locked on a burger restaurant across from the club and as he looked through the window he saw what had tormented him this night, now within his grasp. So, she said through a half chewed mouthful of food and then put her hands over her mouth in embarrassment, she quickly chewed the food and then took her hands away 'Sorry, What I was trying to say was, so are you in the habit of saving every girl in need' she giggled drunkenly and he laughed a short warm laugh in response 'No I do not play hero all the time, only when I need too and I thought I would save someone else from another drinks bath' he said his voice full of humour, she laughed at his response and took a quick sip of her drink through it's straw, she reached her hand across the table to meet his 'I'm Susan' she said in way of introduction 'and you are?' she asked as he shook her hand, 'Jack' he said as they shook hands. The beast's eyes rested on her as she shook hands with someone unknown across from her, a low growl formed in his throat as his gaze remained unbroken on her as the matter that she had to be his filled his mind and this other would be nothing more than a distraction to his prize. Susan could not believe how carefree she was being with this Jack, he did not seem to mind and she felt comfortable with him, even the silence between them did not seem wrong like it did so often with others, before she knew it they were talking up a storm, she found out he was born in Kent and was only 23, a mere baby she thought but his maturity did not show him as anything like that, she also found out he was a tennis coach, which would explain the good physique he was hiding under that shirt of his, he was not even shocked to hear she was 34 and he did not even try and pander to her Ego like so many did and tell her 'oh you look so much younger' , She was even starting to think coming out tonight was not such a bad idea after all and the thought made her smile. The waiting was starting to make him feel uncomfortable on the roof and the glare of the red lights were making his eyes heavy, but he would not let his gaze leave her as she talked and laughed with such joy with this man, he sprang to his feet and leapt back across landing on the roof of the burger restaurant and returned to a crouching position her scent now stronger than ever in the air. 'Well Susan, it has been wonderful, but it is getting late, so is there anywhere I can walk you, a Cab or the bus stop?' he asked her, she was not looking forward to this moment, it seemed to her whenever you met someone you connected with the time just never stayed still and skipped forward so much faster than you wanted it too. She pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled her number down on it, 'Maybe we can have lunch Jack' she said not knowing what to expect from him as a response, he laughed a shocked laugh and reached across the table and took the number 'That would be wonderful' he exclaimed to her happily and began to stand up 'So do you want me to walk you to the cab station or the bus stop?, he asked her again, she stood up and smiled 'Yes please walk me to the bus stop, that would be wonderful'. He sensed her drawing closer now, he could almost taste her as she walked from the restaurant, another low growl emitted from his throat as he saw the human male with her, they stood close together, he felt an almost palatable heat rising from her and sensed calm in him, no he thought to himself he could not strike here, he had to wait and then seize the prize. He followed as they walked back towards Leicester Square from roof top to roof top he leapt, his claws cutting into the stone of each roof as he stopped and then quickly moved on, her scent constantly in his senses, her movements watched with his eyes, they turned another corner and he ran and sprang across the distance landing on a roof between two building, looking down he could see they had entered an alley and he saw his arm was now around her. 'And I swear I had to duck to avoid the racket' Jack said with a look of mirth on his face, Susan began laughing as the mental image formed in her mind and she walked further into the alleyway, Jack looked around 'You sure this is such a great idea' he said with some mock fear in his voice, Susan took his arm and placed it around her 'I am sure you are quite capable of looking after me', she grinned at him 'Well maybe, but who is going to look after me' he joked back in return, he pulled her closer and her arm went around him in a warm embrace, their was a moment of silence between them and then he leaned in close to her and their lips met in a kiss. She could not believe this was happening and her heart began to beat faster and she felt that giddy feeling returning again and then she felt his lips part hers as he let out a protesting sound and she saw him fly into the wall of the alley. Her head quickly turned and she recoiled in horror as she saw a monstrous looking Biped of a wolf, it stood over 8 feet in height and was almost half that size in width, it's bright white fur almost shone in the alleyway as the moonlight beamed done on it, she looked straight at it, her heart now pounding in fear, it's eyes shone almost a deep purple in colour as it surveyed her, to her left she could hear Jack getting up but she dared not break the creatures gaze. The sound of soft clapping could be heard from where Jack had fallen and she could not help herself now and her head turned to see what was happening, she gasped as she saw Jack, he appeared unharmed but his eyes now burned bright red and she could see a pair of fangs protruding from the top of his mouth. 'I thought you were all dead by now' Jack said his voice a cold low tone, so different to what it had been before, he let his hands drop by his sides and suddenly his fingernails began to extend to resemble sharp looking talons a silver tint could be seen around them in the moonlight. She could feel the hot breath of the bipedal wolf creature on her neck and she felt its powerful arm on her shoulder pushing her with a gentle strength to the wall, it dropped on to all fours facing the creature that was Jack and let out a deafening roar of challenge to him it's fangs bared in a raw display of power that made Susan shiver from the sheer intensity of it. A knowing smile crossed Jack's face at the roared Challenge 'You are the last' so she must be chosen' an malicious grin formed on his face and he stepped into a wide stance, 'You have made my night so perfect, I will kill the last and feast on your chosen'. Susan's mind began to race faster and faster, what was happening, what were they talking about, this was not rational, it must have been something in her drink, or a Halloween joke gone crazy, she felt a crash of thunder in the distance and the alley suddenly lit up as a flash of lightning cracked overhead and then she saw the wolf creature leap. The Beast leapt forward taking off from his hind legs and flying through the air, his claws extending on his hands, as he covered the distance between him and the hunter he now faced, he slashed outwards with both claws and the hunter sidestepped with almost superhuman grace. Landing on his feet, the beast tried to turn as he could not fight the creature if it were at his back, as he tried to pivot on the balls of his feet, he felt agony as the creatures silver talons tore deep into his back, he let loose with a roar of absolute agony, the hunters weapons cutting through tissue and muscle. His legs buckled and he fell forward and he felt the hunters claws tear into his back once more, he felt a solid boot strike him in the side of the head and he toppled sideways, one eye staring skywards as he felt the wounds on his back bleed profusely. 'I expected so much more, but I have killed your pathetic kind many times before' Jack said as he kicked the beast in the ribs lifting it from the ground momentarily, he grabbed the beasts head and pulled it up exposing it's neck and face 'Enough games animal, I hunger and you stand in my way, I should be so grateful for your return beast' he said striking the downed animal once more with his with free hand, the blow cutting deeply into it's back once more, he lifted one talon covered hand and prepared to strike the killing blow. She watched in horror as the beast had leapt at Jack, he had moved with such speed, he just casually stepped to one side and felled the creature with such ease, had Jack tried to protect her, but what did he say to the creature Feast on her, she looked at Jack's face with it's bright red eyes and fangs as he lifted the wolf creatures head and she felt herself fill with dread, I must get away, I must, she turned and stumbled against the wall trying to find her footing and make her way out of the alley. Jack looked up and saw her trying to escape from the alley, he dropped the animals head and with the ease of thought, he covered the distance across the alley in a blur and stood beside her. 'Are you leaving so soon, I thought we were friends', he said in a mocking manner and his hand grabbed her around the throat and pushed her back at the wall, his mouth opening to reveal his fangs to her. The Pain surged through his body, as his head crashed down on the concrete, how could he have failed like this, he raised his head to see the hunter pass the distance between his fallen body and the woman as she tried to escape, he spoke to her, but could not hear what was said as the pain burned in his ears and he saw the hunters hand grab her about the throat, She choked against his grasp and grabbed at his wrist trying in vain to try and make him let go, her eyes were transfixed by his eyes and those fangs that she would mean her end, she pressed back hard against the wall and felt the cold stone against the back of her neck and then she heard a roar. Jack had her where he wanted, the last of the beasts would soon be dead and he would feed on this chosen one, and then his kind would reign supreme, his victory was broken suddenly as he heard a roar from where the beast had fallen, he turned to look and saw it's massive frame standing in the alley. 'Impossible' Jack gasped out loudly in shock, as the beast leapt into the air, he was in shock as it sailed through the air, he saw it's massive clawed hands come down on him as the creature landed in front of him. Jack felt the first clawed hand tear through his arm that held on to Susan, it tore away, and the pain ripped through him, the other claws cut deeply into his shoulder and tore through his body, he screamed out a strangled scream of pain and fell to his knees and his eyes filled with flame burning outwards, his body following consumed by the flames and then as suddenly as it began, he fell forward flames spreading out across the alley floor and then nothing but burning ash. Susan felt the ash fall against her and she scrambled away from the wall as what was left of Jacks body vanished, she felt great relief wash over her as she moved a few feet away from the burning ash and then looked at the creature that had saved her life, he reached his hand out towards her, she could see he was breathing heavily almost like an animal would after great exertion. In The Still Of The Night Slowly she reached forward her hand reaching towards the creatures, her mind was telling her to run, but she knew if it wanted her dead then she was powerless to stop it from doing so, her hand touched the soft fur upon the creatures hand and she felt the powerful grasp it possessed as it gently closed it's hand around hers urging her to come forward. She felt almost powerless to resist, but she felt it was her will was making herself do as such; he was not forcing her, she seemed to be forcing herself, when she was close enough to almost taste the creatures breath, she felt it's powerful arms wrap around her, and then her stomach lurched as she felt herself being lifted from the floor as the creature leap upwards and she felt them land softly on the rooftop of another roof, before she could catch her breath they were leaping again to the next rooftop and then another, she closed her eyes as the buildings passed her as in the creatures arms they leapt from building to building until she finally felt solid ground beneath her and she opened her eyes and looked across the roof at the London skyline, she recognised the giant wheel shaped form of the London eye and the river. She turned to look and stared at the creature, she felt the fear vanishing as she looked at the fearsome creature 'what are you, What was he,' she blurted out the questions quickly as he looked at her, she felt the wind shift above her and the another flicker of lightning could be seen in the distance and then the rumble of distant thunder. His arm reached for her and his hand reached out to her again, this time she did not move nor did she feel any fear, his hand touched her face and she saw his eyes close. her mind filled with images, she shook suddenly her hand grabbing his as she could see a multitude of images flash in her mind, she tried to make sense of them, she saw a group of creatures like the one that had saved her, they moved across an open grassland, she could not tell when it was or even where it was, the image changed again, this time more creatures around fires, a pack of them, no a tribe of them. She stifled a scream as her mind filled with images of creatures like the one that had tried to kill her in the alley, the creatures moved into the image of the tribe and she recoiled in horror gripping his hand tighter as her mind filled with images of death and saw the dead wolf creatures image after image filled her mind and she could feel their pain and she suddenly knew as Jack had said this creature was the last of his kind. The images of death faded from her mind and she suddenly could feel the energy of life and saw a woman lying on a blanket she screamed in pain, but not the pain you experienced through the horror of death, but the pain of child birth, she relaxed and the image filled her mind further and she saw another white furred wolf creature holding her hand the woman's hand. Her mind cleared and she could see his face before hers, she felt rain beginning to pour down on her head, she looked up and the skies were opening up and she saw a flash of lightning overhead as more rain fell. She looked back at him and now where before their was a massive animal, she now saw the face of what appeared to be a young man, his eyes were a deep purple in colour as the wolf creatures were before, she examined his face but could not determine his age, her mind began to make sense of the images she had seen, the creatures, the images of death and the woman giving birth, a chosen one, she was a chosen one. The rain poured down harder on both of them now, it was making her blouse stick to her skin, she saw this new form was wearing nothing, she did not feel any embarrassment at this, so much had changed tonight, she turned her head and kissed his hand, the chosen one, these words echoed through her head. Her lips kissed along his wrist, his hand brushing her face, she moved into his arms and they wrapped around her like a long lost lovers embrace, she crushed herself against him and pressed her lips against his, her tongue brushed against his and she felt an almost electric sensation as they kissed, the rain began to fall harder on her but she did not care. Her hands ran along his back, her touch made him wince slightly as she touched his open wounds, she tried to move away in embarrassment, but he held her close his mouth still pressed against hers. She pulled her soaked blouse from her body and let it fall to the floor, she pressed her now erect nipples against his hard body and gripped his face with both her hands, her mouth greedily kissing him and her tongue tasting his tongue, she felt his hands run up her back, powerful hands caressing her up and down. She pressed herself against him and she could feel his groin stirring in heat and she knew this was the wildest thing she had ever done and she did not care, she slowly raised one leg and wrapped it around his body, she felt completely safe with him and knew he would not let her fall. His hands moved to her behind and he gripped it lifting her from the ground as her other leg wrapped around his waist and she was now completely in his power. Her arms went to his neck and held on to it as she broke the kiss and leaned away from him, another flash of lightning illuminated them on the roof top, she gripped his neck tighter with one hand and reached down with the other to unzip the side zip on her skirt. The zip slid down easily and the skirt opened loosely making it form an almost single piece of clothing and it fell to the floor, his hands moved to her hips and he lifted her slowly, she could feel him press against her, her mouth filled with a gasp of pleasure as she felt herself being penetrated. Her body leaned back fully now, lost completely in pleasure, her eyes closed and she moaned in ecstasy as his powerful grip held her in place and he began to thrust into her. Each thrust made her feel crazy, she had had sex before, but never like this, she could feel the rain washing over her and it just made the sensation even greater, she felt herself being lowered slowly onto the roof and she felt him lay between her legs. His arms wrapped around her legs and lifted them off the ground, she screamed in pleasure as this made him press deeper into her, each thrust driving her closer, her eyes were closed tightly as she felt him pressed down on her, his body shielding her from the rain. She could feel her legs trembling as a powerful orgasm passed through her and she reached out and clawed at his chest with her hand, her nails digging deeper into his chest as another orgasm pulsed through her. She felt his arms press down on the roof next to her head and her legs spread further apart as he let them lay back on the ground, she could feel his weight pressing down on her heavier now, her eyes opened and the image of the young man was gone to be replaced with the white wolf she saw before, but she did not care. She let her head roll back and let out a scream of pleasure as a third orgasm made her begin to shake under him, she looked into his animal face and knew what lay underneath, what he was. She saw his head lift powerfully and he looked skywards, a crash of thunder struck overhead and he let loose a howl of exultation ripping from his throat and lips and she felt him release inside her, she felt the force of it and it made her scream out, her voice being drown out by his howl of exultation as she felt one last orgasm burn inside her deeply and the whole sky above them lit up with an almighty lightning flash. He rolled off her and knelt by her side, his eyes alert as he watched over her, she felt powerless to do anything as her body still pulsed with pleasure from the intensity of the lovemaking, she turned her head slightly to see him by her side watching, she could not hold her eyes open any longer and she let herself relax and turn over into a foetal position and closed her eyes as the rain continued to wash down on her. The sky darkened above them and in another place. a pair of red eyes shone brightly in the darkness, White fangs could be seen, as a white skinned face was suddenly illuminated by the striking of a match and the lighting of a cigarette, a deep breath could be heard as the nicotine was drawn deep into his lungs, 'so they return' he said in a deep strong voice, inhaling another mouthful of cigarette smoke, the tip of the cigarette glowed brightly for a moment and his hand reached to bedside table and picked up a cellular phone, the screen flickered to life and he keyed in his 4 digit pin code and the artificial sound of the phone played Sympathy for the devil, and then fell silent, he pressed several buttons and the phone began to dial, placing the phone to his ear, he heard it ringing softly until a man's voice answered 'Hello', he pulled another lungful of smoke from his cigarette before stubbing it out in an ashtray next the bed before speaking 'They are not dead, another lives and has found a chosen' The full moon continued to shine brightly over the city, as the festivities of all hallows eve were enjoyed by those under the moons glow seemingly oblivious to the coming storm. In The Still Of The Night The wet heat woke him. So warm and soft around his cock as he stirred from his sleep. The eyes staring back at him in the barely lit room were not those of the heavy chested woman in his dream. And Michael jerked up, hands behind him, helping him sit up. Nathan was there between his legs, lolling his tongue languidly over his cockhead. Like it was a lollipop. Michael's cock throbbed at the sight. --- Michael was spending the summer with his cousin, Nathan. The two had spent most everyday with each other up until the sixth grade until Nathan moved to Colorado. Michael made sure to spend every summer over at Nathan's. This would be the last though. Both started college in the fall. Michael would be going to Georgia Tech, Nathan to UCLA. The days were flying by quickly and there was only a few more days left until they would both part their ways. Neither were happy about this. It wasn't until recently that Nathan had started talking to Michael about what both had "done" in high school. Michael agreed to having sex twice before. He ran track and had hooked up with one of the cheerleaders his Junior year. Nathan had also had sex a few times before as well. Michael didn't understand why Nathan didn't go into as much detail as he had with his story, but he brushed it off. It wasn't until the middle of July that Nathan explained to Michael about his secret. Nathan's family wasn't all too keen on homosexuals and the only person he really trusted was Michael. It was a bit of a shock, but Michael wasn't one to just brush someone off just because they were gay. Nathan had always been like a brother to him. The visible uneasiness from Nathan caused Michael to ask him more about it. Nathan went into detail on the few things he'd tried. He'd met another kid at school that was gay, the boys had experimented a little here and there, nothing too serious. To his surprise this got Michael a little excited. He was glad after their talk they went for a swim in the cold pool. The next week went on, and Michael asked more about what Nathan was into. Nathan was eager to share. He discussed how he'd gotten fucked by a senior over spring break. It was painful at first, but after he'd loosened up it had felt amazing. Michael couldn't deny he was a little curious. He'd asked Nathan what it was like getting a blowjob from a guy. If it was any different then getting one from a girl. Nathan had smiled and replied with, "Guys know exactly what guys like." After that question, they both got ready for bed and shut out the light. --- The feeling was incredible. He'd only had one before this, and Chrissy, the cheerleader, had spent most of the time with her lips wrapped around the head of his prick, just sucking and bobbing her head slightly. Nathan's mouth was branching out quite a bit more then that. The warm tongue flicked over his slit as it oozed precum. And hearing the soft hum of appreciation from Nathan's throat made his nearly fully hardened cock grow a little more in his hand. Licking over his quickly drying lips, he ran a hand over his stomach, watching as Nathan's mouth began to take more of him into his mouth. Teeth gently raked over the sensitive skin of his organ, causing goosebumps to flesh up over his skin. "That feels...oh fuck that feels good, Nathan." He was a little more then surprised that he hadn't stopped his cousin yet. Yeah, he was a guy, but it was the fact Nathan was blood. Maybe that's what had turned him on the whole time. Imagining his cousin's mouth around that other guy's prick. Envisioning him being bent over the sink in the men's locker room. His muscular ass being pounded into. His head fell back as soon as he could feel his cock hitting the back of his cousin's throat. Nose to his stomach, Nathan was swallowing carefully around him and it felt like heaven. And now he was close. His ass tensing slightly, he tried so hard not to move while Nathan sucked his engorged cock, but he couldn't help it. Rocking his hips gently, he fucked his cousin's hot mouth. Why he thought this wouldn't feel nearly as good as when Chrissy had was beyond him. Feeling his stomach tightening, he looked down at Nathan, panting aloud, "I'm...I'm gonna come Nathan. What..what do you want me to do?" The hand on his stomach had moved up to one of his nipples, pinching and rolling the hardened bud between his fingers as he watched. Nathan pulled his cock from his mouth, licking the tip almost teasing him. "Can I swallow it, Michael? Please?" Hearing him ask that just about made him blow. Instead, he controlled himself, nodding to him. His cousin got right to it, sucking hungrily around him, lips moving back and forth over his stiff prick. "Oh fuck!" He cried out as his balls tightened and he came, shooting hot, white ropes of cum into his cousin's mouth. Nathan swallowing every last bit of it with vigor. --- When he was finished, Nathan sat up, sitting on the edge of Michael's bed. "So, was it as good as when a girl sucks your cock?" Michael laughed and nodded, "Better actually. I mean, I could...well I could see myself with someone like you. But not with any other guy. Does that make sense?" Nathan nodded his head, "I've been wanting to do that for a while now. I just didn't know how you'd react to something like that." "It's alright. I'm glad you told me, and did that too." Michael smiled and pulled his cousin over, giving him a brief kiss. Michael knew he'd be visiting his cousin every summer from now on. In the Still of the Night Pressure on my hips? That's the first thing I remember. Then I immediately started to nod off. Hot, wet... licking. I moaned and my eyelids started to flutter open. I was rock-hard, full-length and throbbing. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Velvet lips not-so-gently inhaled the head of my cock and the first inch or so of my shaft. I started to tilt my head down but a palm darted over my chest to press against my chin, stopping me from looking. When someone is sucking your cock, you tend to follow their directions. So I focused on trying to orient myself to my surroundings. I was on a leather couch, it was dark and quiet. The mouth moved again lower, bobbing a bit and happily humming - possibly moaning. Yeah, this was pleasant. The lips - not the tongue - somehow seemed to swirl around. Whoever this was, they were good. I thought it would be my girlfriend, of course, but was still trying to pull myself together and couldn't be sure. My eyes focused on a glass close to me. No, two glasses. One with an amber liquid, and another with some water. I realized then where I was - in my office on campus. I sipped the water as the mouth moved down a couple of more inches and made a slupring sound that almost made me drop my glass. When the palm of my hand tightened from the pleasure, I felt and heard some papers crinkling. Ah, I thought (in between thoughts of "Yessss" and "Please keep sucking") - I had fallen asleep while grading papers. I had been sitting up and then slumped over on the thick armrest. Then... this could be anyone? Well, my nose told me it was definitely a woman, with that delightful scent gradually wafting up and causing me to enjoy and relax. The mirror revealed some shapely brown or tanned legs, even in the low light I could see that. Me being me (an ass man), I immediately tilted my head up - yes, a wonderfully shaped ass. I sighed and then almost choked as the head jerked down, easily gettting to the root of my 7 inches of manhood, her tongue now sliding around the shaft. This girl was hungry. Possibly a student? I groaned. Even though like any professor I had occasionally let my mind go there, that could have serious implications for my career if it were discovered. But, right now my dick didn't care about that in the slighest. I felt some light tingling in my balls and some of her warm drool oozed down. She was steadily bobbing. Fuck this girl was good - either better than my girlfriend or just my girlfriend being really inspired. My kinda bratty girlfiend is from California, so those legs COULD be hers. But, I generally locked my door when I graded papers, I thought as I took several sharp intakes of breath as her mouth sped up and the pressure increased. So how could this be her? "Oh, yeah, baby... You're soooo goood," thinking this might get a response - even though I slurred my words to the point my voice was sorta unrecognizable (not just from the grogginess - her skill was making me woozy) - but all I got was a grunt and two hands squeezing my upper thighs. I decided to gradually straighten myself up, but while I tried that she used the movement and new angle to slide my sweatpants and boxers all the way down to my knees, so I leaned back and moaned. This woman knew what she was doing. her hands moved around my hips and slowly moved my cheeks up so she could grip my ass. Any thoughts I had of stopping or slowing her efforts slid right out of my mind. At about that same time, I saw the clock. 2:30 - clearly a.m.. My evening came back to me as I struggled not to cum as she again nearly deep-throated me. I collapsed on the coach, laying down abruptly, throwing the papers everywhere and knocking the glass onto the floor of the office. Fortunately it didn't shatter. I was beginning to think she wanted to drink my juices down, as this girl was really intensifying her efforts. I went to caress her hair but she frustrated my strategy (but not my dick) by moving into a 69. As her hips moved over to my face I saw she'd been rubbing her clit and her pussy was completely soaked and ready to be fucked. I wanted to plunge into it with my all-too-ready cock but instead lunged at it greedily, twisting my tongue and expanding it from side to side to give her pussy a slow, sliding technique, letting her lips feel every taste bud. This girl was like honey. Her taste almost put me over the edge. It was then that I knew it wasn't Dominique! The fog around my brain lifted as she said "George, uh, you didn't come home - fuck! Suck my pussy, suck it good. You know how I like that - my pussy will thank you in a minute." Then the mouth moved back down. Problem was, I wasn't George - his office was next doot. My dick didn't care. I'd had plenty of blowjobs, but this one was making me drool so much I couldn't tell how much of what was running over my chin was her pussy juice. Her pussy was so hot that I felt like my tongue might melt. So delicious. George!!! I hated that asshole. He slept with his students on occasion and all-the-while suggesting that I had done so in the past. I once got called before the faculty senate to explain some pictures that someone had mysteriously placed in the dean's mailbox - photos they finally discovered had been digitally altered. Ultimately, I was exonerated, but I had long borne a grudge against George. Oh, fuck. I suddenly realized. He'd been dating that hot, new TA from Brazil. The one my girlfriend had immediately become jealous over the moment I had let me eyes drift up her legs in the hall last week while we were talking. So jealous, we hadn't spoken since. Wait, I was a free man! I gotta stop having a cocktail in my office while I was grading papers... Then again, wihout that, then I wouldn't be tasting... I couldn't remember her name. Her lips were like sugar. What's her name? I struggled to remember. Started with an A... Speaking of A, I grabbed her ass and then gave it a solid whack. Her hips pressed down. This girl was trying to smother me with her pussy, all the while trying to force-feed herself my cock. The least I could do was take it. My tongue lapped her clit, her thighs parted and her legs slid down past my ears, forcing me to raise up briefly before grabbing her ass and pulling her back down. I felt she was getting close so I squeezed her perfect rump and also squeezed my legs together to stop from cumming. I succeeded on both levels - her head snapped up and her long, lustrous curls spilled all over the place. She started cursing in Spanish - no, not quite Spanish - Portuguese!, then occasionally repeated the name "George, George, George." She bobbed back down and gamely tried to finish me off as my thighs shifted a little from side to side. She was throttling me with her thighs - this wasn't supposed to be Brazilian jiu-jitsu!!! I remembered her name and moaned "Allesandra" - well, it didn't really sound much like it - into her pussy. That did it - she came so hard, her hands gripping the couch, her mouth ceasing its slurping, then popping off and screaming something I didn't recognize. I almost came on her tits. She slid over to the side, and lay there for a moments, moaning contentedly to herself, almost purring. I woke up to giggling. Opening my eyes, I saw her gorgeous brown eyes so close to mine. "Ah, fuck that asshole George. You were so good, you can have me anytime. He can't get it up for me so good anymore. I saw your girlfriend the other day. I bet you like this better!" She turned and slapped her ass. I nodded, pleased but stunned she wasn't angry. "Call me Alex if you like." I asked Alex how she got in here and she sat next to me, stroking my hair and then moving a fingertip over my lips. She laughed. "That asshole Goerge was supposed to meet me but he didn't show up - probably screwing that blonde in his Sociology class... Anyway, I came to look for him, it was dark here, saw your door was a little bit open and came in. After I got your cock in my mouth for a while and you started working my pussy over, I knew it wasn't him, but I used his name so I could pretend I didn't know what I was doing afterwards. Once I saw who it was, I decided to wake you because I've always thought you were hot and I've had enough of his foolishness." I nodded. She said "Now, I have to warn you. I am planning to take your cock and use my pussy to get it to submit. I love to be on top, and I love to be fucked from behind, while you pull my hair or spank my ass.. or both. You up for that?" She glanced down. "I can see he is!" She licked her lips, pressed her tits against my chest, and slid him into her in one motion. "One thing George had a problem with," she moaned, "was giving it to me every single day. Do you like this pussy? I can feel you inside me. You like it. But, she needs to be fed every day. I like it best first thing in the morning and if I can get it during the day I love that, too. Oh, your cock is thick. Fuck, fuck..." She slipped into Portuguese again and started to whip down on my cock. "You're so hard, so hard, I want you to shoot in me, I want to make you my American lover, squeeze my ass please, do it now." I squeezed, more Portuguese and I lost it, spurting deep inside her. She shouted "You're cumming, you're cumming in my hot pussssssssssy." She was trembling violently and then pressed down against me, moving almost in circles as her vibrations slowed and she greedily stole every last drop. "Yeah, Alex, I could get used to this," I somehow managed. She leaned back up, eyes alive with merriness, and said "I bet you could! And, so could I." In the Still of the Night June and I meet almost every morning for coffee and talk before work. I enjoy the conversation almost as much as the coffee and I think she feels the same way. This morning she was late, as she showed up I was starting on my second cup. "God girl you look a mess, did you get some last night?" Ignoring my snide remark she started right in. "Sorry I'm late, Sue I've got to talk to you. Can you stay a little longer this morning?" "I'm here as long as you need me, what's up" I was surprised at how unkempt she looked, for as long as I've know her June always looks as if she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Yet I had more concern for the worried look in her eyes than how she was dressed. She told me she wanted to tell me something very embarrassing and only after I told her she was my friend and could say anything to me she went on. "Last night I met this man and I went with him..." "Wait a minute where did you meet a man, don't tell me a bar, you left a bar with a strange man." "That's just what I'm telling you, after work I had to go across town to take some papers to a new client. He said he would be in a club and I was just going to drop them off, but god Sue this guy was beautiful so when he offered to buy me a drink I accepted. After the second drink, I realized I was already getting tipsy so I told the man I had better get some food in my stomach before I got into trouble. He said he lived around the corner and when he offered to cook me some dinner at his place I agreed without thinking about it." At this point, she began to cry and I asked her if she wanted to stop and take a break but she insisted she had to tell me. After drying her eyes and blowing her nose she went on, "Once inside his place he started kissing me and it felt so good I began to kiss him back. Suddenly he became an animal and he grabbed me by my hair to pull my face up to his. His kisses became harsh and I put my hands up to push him away but he just grabbed my wrists and held them over my head against the wall. I began to fight back trying to pull my lips back from his as I twisted my face away but this only seemed to inflame him more as if he wanted me to resist. I could feel his erection pressing against me through his trousers." "Christ June you must have been frightened to death." "Not really, at least not at that time but then he ripped my blouse and when he threw me on the couch I realized I was in trouble. He got on top and he began kissing my naked breasts then it went to biting. Now I was scared and I actually began to fear for my life so in the end I just let him have his way with me. When he told me he was going to fuck my face, I meekly got on my knees, allowing him to use my mouth, and then he finished by cumming on my face and breasts. Next, he told me to get out, slamming the door behind me. I walked to the train in a daze, holding my ripped blouse together with my hand and his slime drying on my face." "I hope you reported him to the police, you can't let that bastard get away with what he did." "I can't do that, he's going to be one of the company's biggest clients, I'd get fired if I turned him in. Last night when I got home, I just lay down on my bed and cried myself to sleep not even bothering to wash him off my face. This morning when I got up, I decided I just wanted to forget about it but when I looked in the mirror and I saw how I looked I relived the nightmare all over again. I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it and let it run over my face and breasts trying to get clean. Here look at this I just wish I could show you my breasts right now; they're covered in bruises, and bite marks." She pulled back the neck of her blouse to show me her neck covered in hickies. I asked her what I could do for her and she told me she was glad I was there just to listen, as there was no one else she could talk with. She then gathered up her things and left for work saying she couldn't be any later. I sat there for a while trying to digest all she had talked about and I realized I was turned on. I mean it's not something I wanted in real life but I had a fantasy of being forced and used for some handsome stranger's pleasure and then dismissed. I kept wishing it had been me instead of her. I went to the ladies room and in the privacy of a stall; I put my hand between my legs and pleasured myself while thinking about what June went through. Even a strong orgasm would not cure the itch I had, so I continued playing with myself until another shuddering climax calmed me down. I went to work wondering how I could get the name of the bar from June.