3 comments/ 13293 views/ 12 favorites Night In By: CatOrgy 1. 10:30 PM and all I can think about is my bed. My friends invited me out, but nope, I decided a night in alone would be a better time. And I mean, I am right... Nothing better than staying home with a cat or two and watching Hardcore Pawn reruns... All I'd get at the club anyway would be some creeps trying to touch on my bum. No thanks, gross guys. As I get up from the couch to get ready for bed, sad that I made Claire Cat move from her comfortable space next to me under the blanket, I hear a loud clang from out front. My paranoid ass should have never gotten a place alone... Like every dumb white girl in a horror movie, I go to investigate. I unlock my front door and peek my head out, seeing nothing suspicious. I glance out by the curb, and notice my trash can has fallen over. Guess a cat wanted some of last night's dinner that I threw out. Good luck chewing that mess... I run to the curb to turn it upright - my OCD would not allow me to leave that overturned all night - and run back into the house. I'm so sleepy... but I kind of wanna take a bath... All that running to the trash can and touching the trash can and running back from the trash can has me feeling a little gross. I lock the door, turn off the television, tell my cats they'll get treats if they follow me, and head upstairs. I go to run the bathwater, pour in a little bubble bath, and go to my room to undress. The cats are watching me, and I remember I haven't given them a treat yet... Whatever, they're not starving. I head back to the bathroom, turn off the running water, and get into the bath. After about 10 minutes of lying there with my eyes closed, I start to feel a little... frisky. What the hell... I notice the bottle of bubble bath on the floor. It's for couples, apparently. Has some type of scent shit in it that makes you all horny. Well dammit! When did Rite Aid start selling that shit. Guess it was in the condom aisle for a reason... But, I guess there's no harm in rubbing one out... I start to touch myself, slowly running my hands across my chest and stomach, down my arms, up my thighs, rubbing the scented bubbles across my body. I move one hand to my breast, and the other to my clit. I play with my nipple as I rub myself, feeling myself getting close to an orgasm. It's been a while since I've touched myself, and it would seem this bath has me feeling really hot... I stick 2 fingers inside me, getting as loud as I want to... The one good thing about living alone, I don't have to worry about anyone hearing me. ...Except those stupid fucking cats. I hear them meowing and hissing in the hallway. Either they're fighting again or they really wanted those fucking treats. I scream at them to shut the hell up, still trying to get myself off, but they just won't quit. I get up out of the bath, throw a towel around me, head out into the hall - - and run straight into a man. A man. Like, I don't live with a man, and there's a man right here. Not only is he a man, in my hallway, but he's got his fucking cock out. Has he been... watching me? Oh god... why am I turned on? Either this Rite Aid shit is mad strong or there's something fucking wrong with me. I scream, and he puts his hand over my mouth. God, I hope that's not the hand he was touching himself with... What if he has AIDS? He tells me not to scream, and moves his hand away from my mouth. "I'm not here to hurt you," he tells me. Well isn't that a relief... he's just here to watch me as I masturbate. No harm there. "What the hell do you want? Who are you? WHY are you in my fucking house?" "I... I just... I couldn't wait anymore..." Wait? What is he talking about? I've never seen this guy before... maybe he's got the wrong girl? No... I've seen him... a few times. Around my job, around the neighborhood... I figure he just lived close by... Has he been... fucking STALKING me?! Who is this guy?! "What the fuck do you want from me?!" God, April, like it's not obvious... "I've been watching you for a while now... I think you're so beautiful..." "So why didn't you approach me like a normal fucking person? You had to follow me home, sneak into my fucking house? Are you fucking retarded?" "I like it better this way..." he says, as he picks me up and carries me to my bedroom. "What in the fuck is wrong with you, let me go!" I beat on his chest but he doesn't let go. He just smiles. What in the fuck is he smiling for?! He throws me on the bed, and I don't know if it's fear, or something else, but I don't move. I just stare at him. This man... pants undone, cock out, hard as fuck... and he's handsome... and why am I thinking this about some fucking dude that's been fucking stalking me?! "I don't think you got to finish back there..." he gestures to the bathroom. He leans over me, yanking my towel away and leaving me naked beneath him. I'm scared, I think... I don't know what I'm feeling. I mean, I don't know this guy... He's cute, sure, and his cock is fucking MAGNIFICENT, but who the hell is he?! I don't know anything about him... besides the fact that he's been stalking me! Seriously, I need to call the police or something, because this shit ain't right. Before I can even glance over at the phone on my night stand, he's pushing my legs apart and licking my cunt. And God DAMN is he good. It's been way too long since I've had someone do this to me... I almost forgot how fucking good it feels... God, what am I thinking, he's fucking RAPING me! I grab his head and push him away. "Get the hell out of here, before I call the police!" He stands, smirks, and grabs my panties I took off earlier from off the floor. While I'm screaming at him about rape and AIDS and calling the cops, he straddles me and shoves my panties into my mouth. He then pulls the telephone cord from the wall and ties my hands with it. Well fuck. "How about you stop with all the screaming and just let it happen, baby?" While I'm mumbling protests through the panties in my mouth, he pulls out a knife. Fuck fuck come on like SERIOUSLY? I just want to go to sleep man... He runs the blade down my body, around my nipples, poking at my breasts. Lower, then, down to the inside of my thigh. He's dragging the knife up and down, each time getting closer to my sex... God, why the hell is this turning me ON? Maybe I should tell him. Maybe he's one of those guys that gets turned on by the fight. I am so not about to give in to that shit... "No more screaming, ok?" he asks. I nod my head. He takes my panties out of my mouth and I don't say a word. I just glare at him. Who does he think he is... Coming into my house like this. Turning me on like this... This would be so much better if he just asked for my number or something! Instead I'm here, being turned on by the fact that I'm being raped and questioning my sanity. Now he's running the blade back up my body, over my breasts, across my neck, over my cheek, and up to my hands, where he cuts the phone cord, releasing me. "I don't want to hurt you. Don't fight me." So he doesn't want me to fight him? Or maybe he's just saying that so I will. Ugh, I don't know what to do! But, he does have a pretty thick knife in his hands... Maybe I should just listen to him... He starts kissing my neck, my ear, licking it softly. Holding my arms down, he forces a knee between my legs, and I try to keep them closed. He's stronger than me, and he's got my legs open and my cunt is wet and ready for him to just take me. Stupid vagina, why are you making this easier for him... He starts to rub his cock in my slit, and GOD it feels good... the way he's rubbing himself against my clit, so close to penetrating me... He's teasing me. He can tell how wet I am, he knows I want this... but he's fucking teasing me. I hate him so much! How can someone I don't even know have me feeling like this! I can't take this anymore. I just want it to be over... I reach down to grab him, to make him fuck me and cum and be done with me, but he slaps me hard across the face. "Do not touch me. I'm in charge here." God, why does he have to make this so complicated?! "Do you want my cock?" he asks. Of course I don't. I mean... I just want him to get it over with. Right...? I just nod my head, close my eyes, and wait for him to take me. "Then it's yours." He grabs my hair and brings my face to his cock, forcing it inside my mouth. I choke on his length, and he pulls out and slaps me again. "Take it like the slut you are. I know you can, baby..." He slides back into my mouth and I try my best not to choke. I lick him and suck him and taste a bit of pre-cum, and GOD WHY DOES IT TASTE SO GOOD. I need this to be over with. I'm not thinking right. He pulls out again and asks if I want him to fuck my pussy. And I nod, because I do. I want his thick cock inside me, and I don't care how fucking insane it is. This man has turned me on more than I've ever been before, and I'll think about how I should see a shrink in the morning. Right now, this is what I want. He turns me around, onto my hands and knees, spits onto my ass, and shoves a finger inside. I moan out, and he takes his cock and sits it at my entrance. Fingering my ass, he runs his cock up and down, teasing me again... I can't take it. I move back into him and his cock pierces me, making me scream in pleasure. He smacks my ass and asks me if I want him to fuck me hard. "Yes! God, please, yes!" I've lost it. Completely. He's fucking me so hard, so deep, so fast, all I can do is shove my face into my pillow and scream and cry out and take what he's giving me. He's still fingering my ass, and the full feeling of my ass and my pussy being penetrated brings me so close... He starts to moan and I can tell he's close too... One last slap on my ass and we cum together, panting and sweating. He pulls out of me, gets himself together, and asks me to keep this a secret. All I can do is breathe out an "Uh huh..." before he leaves me, a heaving mess on the bed. Who the hell does he think he is... Coming into my life so suddenly, giving me the best orgasm of my life, and then leaving just as quick as he came? This isn't over... Maybe I'll stalk him next time... Yea... this is only the beginning of our crazy relationship. I won't let him get away. 2. Three weeks. Three weeks, since... that night. The night everything changed. I haven't seen him. Not once. Not around the neighborhood, not around my job... I've even gone as far as asking around for him. Which was hard, because I had no clue what his name was... "You know, black guy, about my height, glasses..." Perfect teeth, perfect twisted smile, perfect cock... Apparently I'm just bad at descriptions, because dammit he's been all over this neighborhood watching me for weeks. How can no one know who I'm talking about?! Maybe I should give up... I've never been a patient woman... I'm surprised I've gone on for this long. But... I can't just forget about him... I mean, I SHOULD. Hell, what I should have done was fucking reported his ass. He fucking raped me... at least, that's what I keep telling myself... You can't rape the willing... the part of my brain that I hate tells me. Well, screw you, other April, and your cheesy cliches. Nothing about what happened that night was right. But, over the past few weeks, I decided I didn't care. So I may be crazy. There may be something totally wrong with the way I think... It doesn't matter. I know what I want. I won't give up until he's mine. ~~~ There's a park, by my job, that I walk through every day to get to and from work. Mostly just a bunch of parents with their children, people walking their dogs, a bunch of gay, family shit. I wish I could bring Claire Cat and Leon Cat here and walk them... Haha, that'd be something... My thoughts are interrupted when a dog runs up to me and barks. I scream, because I'm a wuss, and then I realize it's a corgi. And GOD I love corgis. A woman runs up and grabs his leash, apparently he ran away from her to come see me. Aww... "I'm so sorry! I had a hold on him... he just took off. He must really like you," the woman says to me. "He could sense my love for corgis and now he wants to come live with me, isn't that right, Mr. Corgi?" I say, half to the woman and half to the dog I'm about to kidnap. She just takes him away, and I'm back to being a sad lonely cat lady again. I watch Mr. Corgi and his mommy go back to where they came from, and... HOLY GOD IT'S HIM. MR. CORGI AND MS. LADY ARE RIGHT THERE WITH HIM. Immediately I'm excited. My search is over. Then, I'm pissed. Who the hell is she and what is she doing with my man and my corgi?! I hide behind a tree and watch them for a while. They're just talking, walking Mr. Corgi around, cleaning up his corgi business... They don't seem to be together... He's not looking at her the way he looked at me... She walks off with my dog, and he stays at the park a little longer. What is he doing, sniffing out a new girl to rape...? WHY does that make me sad. Ugh, I really should have made a shrink appointment. He sits down at a bench and pulls out a book. He's reading? How can he read at a time like this?! Like everything is normal?! Like he didn't just rape a girl a few weeks ago and not even send her flowers afterwards?! I've been watching him for too long. Another minute and I'll be a stalker, just like him. Nope, I refuse to stoop to his level... I decide to take my ass over there. ...but first I put on sunglasses and a hat, because I'm not about to let him know it's me. I walk across the grass, praying I don't step in any dog business, and sit on the opposite end of the bench he's sitting on. He's just sitting there, face in his book, paying me no mind. I'm offended! How can you just pretend you don't know me?! Well, maybe he doesn't know it's me... which is good, because that means he just thinks I'm a random lady, and obviously he doesn't want me, cuz he's so into his book... So he isn't looking for more rape victims! I'm too excited about this. My heart is racing. My hands are sweating. I can't stop crossing and uncrossing my legs... I need to say something, but I don't know what... What do you say to a man who's done such... things... to you? "Um, hey," I mumble in a deep voice. What the hell? What am I doing. "Yes?" he glances at me, a confused look on his face. "Um, whatcha readin'?" I ask, same deep, gruff voice. Oh my God I should just get up and leave. He proceeds to tell me what he's reading, which I don't really give a shit about because I'm just staring at him through my glasses and watching his lips move as he talks and staring at his perfect teeth and God now I know how he felt when he said he couldn't wait anymore. I'm about ready to jump his ass right here. "Um, that's nice." I'm using my regular voice now. He's gonna think I'm flippin' retarded. "Did you need something?" he asks, seeming annoyed with me. I wonder how annoyed he'd be if I told him what I really needed from him. "Uh... no... I guess not..." I stand to walk away, but he grabs my hand. I turn around, and he's staring at me. He stands up, reaches for my glasses, and takes them off. The shocked look on his face is priceless. "Uh, hey..." I scratch my head and stare at his shoes, afraid to look him in the eyes. "What... are you doing here?" He seems... scared, almost. Does he think I'm here to turn him in or something? "You should know I take this way home all the time. You were stalking me, remember?" "Yea, but, I mean, here, talking to me." Rude asshole! So I was just a fling to him?! Why am I so upset that the man who raped me doesn't like me. Gosh I have seriously gone crazy. "I... I don't know, ok." I should tell him the truth, right...? Just tell him that I've been looking for him, that I can't stop thinking about him, that I touch myself every night, hoping he's standing in the hall just waiting for the right chance to take me... "Look," I start, "I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just come into someone's life, make them cum like they've never cum before, and then leave forever. You can't just do that!" "Ohhh, so that's what this is about..." He starts to laugh. "Don't you laugh at me! I'm serious! Who are you?! I don't even know your name!" "It's Ross, sweetness. And I like when you're serious..." He smirks at me, and God dammit why am I wet just standing here arguing with this ass. "Take me home," I demand. I don't know what I'm saying, why I'm asking this... ungh... to take me home in his car. He could end up taking me anywhere. He could end up tying me up and throwing me in his trunk and dropping his car into a river somewhere. I hope he'd kill me more intimately than that... Ugh. Issues. I have them. "Sure thing, babycakes." He winks at me, grabs his book from the bench, and takes my hand as he walks me to his car. What in the helllll am I doing. Nothing about anything makes sense anymore. I know that there's nothing right about this. Nothing right about what's happened between us, but gosh... I just... I feel so right... We get to the park's parking lot, and he opens the passenger side door for me. "Heh, I was sure you were gonna make me ride in the trunk," I say as I get in. WHY did I say that??? "Well, if that's what you're into..." he smirks at me again, and shuts the door. Ugh, he thinks he knows me so well! He gets into the drivers seat, but doesn't start the car. He just looks at me, a wide grin spread across his face. Shit, what am I doing... he's TOTALLY got that rape face on. "I, uh, should just walk, actually..." I try to open the door, but what, it's got a child safety lock on it? More like adult unsafety lock. "Let me out!" I panic. "You just have to pull at the lock. It's kind of old school. It doesn't just open with the handle." I pull on the lock, and it releases. Oh. But I don't get out... I've waited too long for this... I'm going to go through with it... "Are you ok?" he asks. "You look like there's something on your mind." I just have to tell him. "Look, Ross, nothing you did that night was ok. You broke into my house. You... you raped me... And do you know how fucked up my thoughts are now? How insane I feel every day because I enjoyed it? All I ever think about is you... How you touched me, how you were rough, but gentle... How you threatened me, but took care not to hurt me... I felt more love from you that night than I've ever felt from anyone... You can't say that you're done with me after that. You can't be..." He's silent for a moment. A moment that seems like a lifetime. God, what have I done... What am I saying what did I do what have I done?! "April..." His voice interrupts my breakdown. "I... I'm sorry for what I did to you. You're right. It was wrong. Nothing about what I did was ok... I'm sorry I've made things so hard for you, but I... I just... I lost it. I wanted you, and I couldn't take the rejection. I didn't even want to give you the chance to turn me down... I just needed you. It was selfish, and I'm sorry." Selfish...? Sorry?! I'm not looking for an apology for that! And to say he couldn't take the rejection...? Well what about me? What about the rejection I've felt for weeks! "Don't you get it, Ross...? I'm not looking for a fucking apology. I don't want you to feel sorry for what you did to me that night. Because, frankly, that was the best night of my life! What I want from you, Ross, is you. If you think you can just disappear, just leave and be done with me after that... You're wrong. And you've never been more wrong in your life, let me tell you..." Calm down, April... Think this out... If you go all crazy on him now, do you really think he'd take you home, or even follow you inside? Think this through... Night In "Look... just take me home, ok? We can talk more about this over tea, or something. I just... I just need to talk to you. Ok?" "Of course." He starts the car, and of course he knows the way there already... We drive in silence to my place. ~~~ "Just sit anywhere you'd like. I'll fix us some tea." I head into the kitchen to prepare our drinks, and hear him shuffling around. Maybe he's checking the place out? Guess you didn't really have time to, last time, huh...? Then, a thought hits me. Now would be the perfect time to exact my revenge... Fuck talking. That's not what I really want from him. What I want is his wonderful, glorious cock, and what better way to get it than to take it...? Give him a taste of his own medicine. Show him how wrong he was... I sneak my way into the bedroom and close the door. Luckily for me, I have the perfect set of lingerie for seducings such as this... I shed my clothes, slip on my black thigh-high stockings, and pull on the black lace teddy. I attach the garters to the stockings, put on a pair of black stilettos, and holy shit do I look good. I may be a stumbling, falling mess in these shoes I have no business wearing, but shit I look good. I open the door, and make my way down the hall, holding onto the wall for support. I saunter my way into the living room and- Shit, where is he...? Before I can finish the thought that he may have left me, he walks out of the kitchen. Cup of tea in hand, he says "Oh hey, I was just about to come looking for-" His eyes meet mine, and slowly he lowers them down over my body. Yes, exactly the reaction I was hoping for... After a moment, he catches his breath, and I giggle. "Actually, Rossi... I lied... I don't want to talk... I want to fuck... You don't know how bad I've been missing your cock... " I walk slowly towards him, careful not to fall over, and grab his neck once I'm close enough. I pull his face close to mine and lean in to lick his ear. He gasps and drops his tea. I giggle again and take his hand. I lead him towards the sofa and stand in front of him. "Take your clothes off," I demand. He seems so shocked... I wonder why... Not like it matters... I'm enjoying myself too much to care... He starts with his shirt, lifting it over his head, exposing his perfect body, his perfect arms and chest and stomach, and God I have to fight the urge to touch and lick and worship his form. He looks at me, breathless, and works on removing his belt. I bite my lip as I notice his erection pressing against his jeans. God dammit... I don't know how long I'll be able to play this game... I want him now... but no... He doesn't deserve me just yet... He needs to wait... like I did... His belt on the floor, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, and drops them. His briefs are snug around his erection, where a wet spot is evident just at the tip. Gosh, I haven't even done anything yet... I turn him on this much...? He stands and stares at me. What does he think this is, PG-13? "Everything. Take it all off." He complies, and pulls his briefs down, his cock bouncing up and out, no longer constrained by the tight fabric. I lick my lips at the sight of him. So big and thick and fuck I'm so wet if I wasn't wearing anything, I'd be dripping onto the floor. I push him onto the couch and straddle him, his cock poking at my backside. I move in for a kiss, but bite his lower lip instead, and I feel him flinch against my ass. "Tell me, Ross, was I what you expected...? When you took me that night... I'm sure you spent days... weeks, even months, maybe, watching me... Taking notes on me, to make sure nothing would stand in your way when you were finally ready to take me... You must have had some idea of how you wanted me to be. How you wanted me to feel. How you wanted me to take you..." His hands on my hips, his lips shaking, he looks so scared, so innocent... like I'm about to take his virginity or something... He's so cute... "I..." he stutters. "I... I wasn't thinking about that at all. I mean, I was, but... I was just thinking how badly I wanted you... I'd see you, and I'd think... I'd just think how I needed you. I just needed you, April, and God, I could never have imagined you'd be so fucking perfect..." I almost smile, but then I remember the fact that he hadn't even contacted me after that night. If I was so damn good, what reason did he have for not contacting me again...? "So then... why didn't you...?" "Why didn't I pursue you again? Why didn't I reach out to you and tell you I had a wonderful time? It wasn't a date, April. I raped you. I snuck into your home and I raped you. I can never apologize enough for what I've done, but I'm sorry, I'm so sor-" "Shut up!" And before I realize what I've done, he's holding his hand to his cheek, no doubt stinging from the slap I just delivered. "Look," I say. "I don't want your fucking apologies. I want this." I reach my hand behind me and grip his cock, hard and wet with pre-cum. "And as far as I can tell, it seems like you want me, too. You do want me, don't you...?" "O-of course I do. Fuck... I haven't been able to think of anything but you since..." "Then I'm all yours..." I grab his neck with my free hand, the other still gripping his cock, and pull him to me. I kiss him, slow and sweet at first, but rougher as I start to pump his cock. He moans against my mouth and I start to grind myself against him. He breaks the kiss, tears at my clothes to free my breasts, and takes one into his mouth. He suckles me, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. God, it's been too long since I've felt a man's touch. Since I've felt his touch. He continues to lick and suck my breasts, and I try my best to undress as he does so. I need to be naked. I need to feel my skin against his. I need him inside me... I push off of him and stand, rushing to get out of my clothes. I remove the garters from my stockings and slip the lingerie over my head, and before I can move to do anything else, he's on his knees, in front of me, lapping up my juices like a thirsty kitten. I moan, I clutch his head, I cry out, I beg him for more. He rubs a finger at my entrance, lubing it up with my own nectar, before reaching behind me and slowly inserting it into my ass. I moan loudly, my knees weak, trying not to fall over. We stay this way for what feels like an eternity; his lips and tongue at my cunt, his finger in my ass. I can't take it anymore... "Rossss..." I hiss. He starts to move quicker. His tongue dancing circles around my clit, his finger, pumping into my ass... I can feel myself about to unravel, and without warning I release into his warm, waiting mouth. He smiles against me, inhales me, and takes one last taste before standing before me. His lips are wet with my juices, and I lick them from him. I grab him by the shoulders and push him down onto the floor. I straddle him once again, this time nothing blocking my waiting cunt from his arousal. I grab him, and tease him at first, running his thick head up and down my wetness, but he grabs my shoulders and pushes inside me, causing me to gasp at the feeling of being penetrated so deeply. He bites my shoulder as I start to ride him, slowly at first, but needing more by the second. Harder, faster, more, more. His cock is stretching me and the pain is so, so sweet. For a moment, I think of him leaving. Think of this being the last time I'd be with him again. Think of never seeing him again... I'd kill him before that happens... His hands on my ass, eyes closed as I give him the best lay he's probably ever fucking had, I scowl at him. Suddenly, I hate him. Hate that he ever left me lonely. Hate what he's done to me. What he's turned me into. I lean down and bite into his neck, hard enough that he pulls me roughly by the hair away from him. "Shit, what the fuck?!" He moves his hand to his neck, now covered in blood. He's as hard as ever inside me. "Just a little payback, for the pain you put me through..." I wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze. "You can't leave me. You can never fucking leave me. I'll kill you if you try!" And before I know what's happened, I'm under him, on my stomach, face in the carpet, and he's on top of me. He has my arms pinned on either side of my head and his grip is so strong... Of course it would be, he's a rapist... God, what was I thinking... threatening him like that...? "And what makes you think you could kill me, little girl? You think you can just seduce the fight out of me? You think I can't just fight you off like the sad little kitten you are?" He laughs and moves close to my ear. "Let me tell you something, Queenie. Now that I have you, you can fucking bet I'm never going to let you go... You're fucking mine... You made it that way, and I must thank you..." His tongue enters my ear and I shiver. Of course I'd be turned on by this. Of course... He releases one of my arms to find himself and guide himself back inside me. I gasp at the pain and he's not gentle. He fucks me hard and fast, his hand around my neck, forcing my face into the carpet even more. Between the pain of the carpet rubbing against my cheek, the pressure around my throat, and his thick cock stretching and pounding me, I feel like I might faint. My eyes start to close, but he grabs my hair and pulls my head up towards him. "Don't you fall asleep on me now, pussycat. I wanna hear you mew..." He raises my ass and spits, lubing up my ass for his finger once again. He rams his cock into me while he rubs his spit into my ass, and I'm praying he'll be done soon. I feel so broken, so beaten and battered and sore. I can't take much more... But God... the pain is exquisite... One last pump of his cock and his finger is now is my ass. I scream out at the intense pleasure of him penetrating both of my holes at once, and I hear his grin when he speaks. "Good girl... Take it all for Daddy... I know you can..." I feel myself ready to explode around him. I raise myself onto my hands and throw my ass back to meet his thrusts. I turn to look at him, and he's gritting his teeth, his nails digging into the flesh of my ass. I can tell he's close... Just a little more pushing and I'll have him right where I want him. Where I need him... "Fuck me, Daddy! I want your cum... I need it... I need to feel you inside me!" I'm ready to release, but not without him... Never without him... "Gah... you ready to cum, slut...?" He can hardly speak, he's so close... "Yes, Ross, yes! Fuck!" Before I can warn him of my impending orgasm, I feel his seed shoot deep inside me, and it takes me over the edge. I cum with him, and my legs and arms give out underneath me. After a few minutes of him lying on top of me, I feel him pull out of me. I turn to my side, and he lay in front of me. He wraps his arms around me, and we lie on the floor in a sweaty, heaving mess. I snuggle up to him, my face in his chest, inhaling his sweaty, manly scent. "April..." he says. "Yeah... Ross...?" I'm still so breathless. "I promise you... I'll never leave you. I'll never let you go." He moves back and raises my chin with his hand, so that I'm looking him in the eyes. "Ok?" And in that moment, I couldn't care how crazy, or fucked up, or insane any of this was. I loved him. "I wouldn't let you if you tried..." I kiss him, and lay back down, slowly falling asleep in his arms. Night in Bed I'm at your house, and you tell me we were going to go out. I tell you I want to take a shower before we leave. So I take my shower and I dry myself off, but I forgot my clothes, so I run into your room in a very short towel, knotted in the front, to get them. I bend over my bag to get some clothes when I see something out of the corner of my eye. You're standing in the doorway staring at me. I stand up quickly, in the attempt to cover myself but the knot comes undone and my breasts are exposed. I grab the towel before it falls completely off of me and I cover myself back up. I hurry over to the door and close it, you're eyes still focused on my breasts, mouth half open. After I close the door we both lean on it, our minds racing... but both unbelievably turned on. I get dressed and I come out, and you seem to think I'm angry. You apologize, then you just stop talking, making it sort of an awkward drive to the movie. I tell you there isn't anything to apologize about, I should have been more careful and I slip my arm through yours. We walk into the movie and you still seem kind of distant. I kiss you lightly on the cheek after we sit down and I tell you that it's really okay. You just sort of glance at me and say a short "I know." I'm really confused and I don't realize what's going through you're mind until halfway through the movie, when by chance I glance down at your crotch. I look up at your eyes which are unfocused and staring at... well, not the movie. Through the rest of the movie I can't focus either, I'm so wet, I want your hands and mouth all over me, I want to hear you moan as I suck on your cock, I want you inside of me. I want you so much I can't think of anything else. The movie ends and you just sort of get up, we get in the car and we drive back. All through the car ride I just want to make you pull over, but I know we'll be in bed soon enough. When we get to your house I'm so wet I can feel it through my jeans. It's only midnight and no one is home but us. I tell you I want to sleep but I want you to lay with me. So I change into a t-shirt and slip into bed with you under the covers. You pull me against you and I can feel you, hard already. I pull away from you and turn so I'm facing you, I kiss you on the lips and rub you through your boxers. "You've been hard for me all night haven't you?" You kiss me harder and flip me over onto my back. Your hands immediately go for my breasts, you squeeze them through the fabric feeling that my nipples are already hard from anticipation. You slide your hand under my shirt and tweak my nipples. I reach down to stroke your cock but you grab my hand and say "I'm not done with you yet." You start biting my neck and it's not long before I start to pull my shirt over my head. Your mouth is like heaven, you know just what I like. You lick my nipples first, not quickly, but slowly, deliciously, it's almost like torture. Then you suck on them, hard, but not too hard, enough to make me moan with pleasure. Quick hard bites come next, holding them between your teeth and flicking them with your tongue, making me gasp. You pull back and blow cool air on them which almost sends me to orgasm and I moan like crazy. What can I say? I love my breasts touched. While your mouth and one hand work on my breasts, you slide your other hand down between my legs, surprised that I have no underwear on. "You've been wet for me all night haven't you?" you whisper, making fun of me but turned on even more by how wet I am. I spread my legs wider. You start to rub me slowly, my clit is throbbing under your hand. Your finger slips into me, only about a quarter of the way before you pull it back out. I groan in disappointment. You do it again, all the while rubbing me slowly, teasing me. I moan softly and my hips start to grind against your hand. You stop rubbing me then, stop touching me completely then and you just stare at me, waiting for me to calm down. Your hands go for my breasts again, while your mouth is busy with mine. I moan quietly as you kiss me, you have no idea how hot I am for you. The same hand slides down and rubs me again, I moan louder. The same finger enters me again, about halfway this time, going in and out, torturously slow. My hips start to grind against your hand again, and you stop touching me again. I let out a small annoyed whine, but I'm so turned on because I know what you're doing. Your mouth sucks on my nipples again and my back arches to shove my breasts in your mouth. You pull back and blow cool air over them and at the same time you start to rub me again, I moan louder. You slowly slide your finger in and continue to rub me just like before, but this time when my hips grind against you, you don't pull away, you put another finger in me and you start to go faster. I moan as you bite my nipples again and again, I moan louder as your fingers bring me closer and closer to orgasm. I push your fingers deeper inside of me, and you respond by fingering me harder, faster, and deeper. I feel my orgasm coming, and you reached your goal, it's a big one. I moan louder and louder until it hits me. As the waves of my orgasm wash over me I shake and I scream your name. Your fingers thrusting and your other hand rubbing my clit draw out my orgasm even longer. As it subsides I keep moaning your name, my hips stop grinding against your hand. You pull your fingers out and lick them. I want you so bad, and when I tell you this you're on top of me in a second. I reach down and pull your boxers off of you; all the while I'm rubbing my bare breasts up against the skin of your chest and kissing your neck. When you're finally free I reach down and stroke your cock between my legs. You kiss me hard, laying on me, feeling my heat against yours. After you pull back you lift your hips up and enter me. I'm tight on your cock but wet, so you slide the whole way in. You love the way I feel around you and we both moan. You start out slow, so slow it's maddening. You're hand on my breast, tweaking my nipple, your mouth at my neck, biting me softly, it's all so sensual and hot I can barely take it anymore, but I wait. With every slow stroke you make I moan, I know this wont last very long, you're too turned on, and I'm too hot and tight. And with that thought you go faster, still slow of course but a little bit faster than before. I lean forward and I moan and whisper in your ear, "hump me faster, oh god, you feel so good. Come on fuck me harder!" You plunge into me, humping me faster, harder, and deeper than ever. You put my legs up on your shoulders and I moan louder and louder as I feel you go even deeper. Your hands tweak my nipples and I can feel your balls smacking my ass as you hump me. My moaning gets even louder and you know I'm about to have another orgasm. You feel me tighten around you and I scream your name again as my orgasm flows through me. I know you're still humping me but I feel only waves of heat and orgasmic pleasure. As it subsides you slow down, and kiss me hard and long. You pull out, still hard and hot. I'm worn out, but I want nothing more than to feel you cum hard in my mouth. I kiss you again and I slide my hand down to your cock. I stroke you slowly as I push you onto your back. I pull back from the kiss and lick my lips. I'm still stroking you while I kiss your body, your neck, chest, and your abs. My hands slide down your cock and massage your balls while my tongue licks you, from your base to your head. I feel you shudder as my lips wrap around you. You moan when I start to suck on your head, with my tongue massaging you. I slowly move down and down, sucking the whole way. I suck really hard on you, hearing and I start to move up and down, paying special attention to a spot just under your head, licking and sucking particularly hard. You moan quietly. After a couple minutes of sucking on you, I feel you get tense and you grab my head to hold me still, and you cum hard in my mouth. I swallow all of it and clean you up a bit. I slide up your body and kiss you lightly on the lips. Your arms wrap around me and you hold me against you, not letting me move. Holding me until I fall asleep. Night in Malta We take great pleasure in the foreplay we experience before making love, and I think this event was one of the most stimulating, to the extent that I remember most of the details vividly, again the content is quite mild when compared to other stories, but nevertheless this is a true account. I will be very interested in any feedback you may offer and will happily reply. We arrived at our hotel in Malta about 3am after a short flight from the UK. The hotel was located in the lively resort of St Julian's and was situated on Bay Street, with its many vibrant bars belting out disco music even at this time of the morning. The late summer temperature was very comfortable, our room was on the fifth floor, leading to a railed balcony fence overlooking the street, and we were more than a little relieved to find our room had two double glazed sliding patio windows to keep out the noise. The following morning the sun was quite hot so we decided to do some sight seeing and check out the area. After a light lunch and a refreshing siesta we showered and dressed for our evening meal. We had seen a restaurant at the waters edge that was part of the hotel which looked very promising. My wife wore just her silky, low cut, cross over white cocktail dress, complemented with really high gold stiletto heels, giving her an aura of the utmost desirability. I felt so privileged to be accompanied by my beautiful wife as we strolled down to the restaurant, and was offered a table at the waters edge. A Latin waiter took our order for drinks before he left us to enjoy the warm evening atmosphere, just immersed in our own company, gazing over the silky waters of the bay from our perfect table. Our wine soon arrived and the waiter explained the evening specials and took our order for a seafood dish. I noticed Mandy's nipples seem to have hardened with the light sea breeze and the soft silky fabric sculptured them perfectly, clearly showing the circle of her areolas and I was leaning back slightly, deliberately admiring her breasts when the meal arrived. If ever a prawn could be peeled seductively Mandy could do it; and peel she did, before taking it between her glossed lips with a growing lust in her eyes. I instinctively knew tonight, was going to be one of those nights. She was really hot, and I dared to whisper that I would be very lucky if she were not wearing any underwear and could tell she was visibly elated by the mischievousness of my audacious comment. I seductively fed her a large juicy prawn dipped in the accompanying sauce and rested my finger over the pale flesh, inviting her mouth to suckle me as she swirled the flesh in her mouth. I removed my finger, and dropped my hand to brush the back of my fingers over the fabric of her dress covering her engorged nipple, making it harder still and wondered how far we could take this sensual experience. I knew things were getting hotter when Mandy stole a glance to make sure no one was looking and could not resist massaging my hardness with her foot. I fed her another prawn and again, she sensed my intentions, and smiled as my thumb and finger moved to caress her ear lobe before tracing their way down the neckline of her dress and in so doing, moved it over to expose more of her soft breast. We were so engrossed in each other at this time we hadn't noticed our waiter poised at our table and when Mandy pulled back slightly to enable the waiter to top up our wine, he stared at her slightly over exposed breast and his knowing expression confirmed he was more than happy for us to continue our activities. The meal continued as we lustfully fed each other, our stimulation gathering pace with each mouthful. Each time our glass was almost down to half full it was topped up by the attentive waiter, contributing to the heady ambience and Mandy was now beginning to boldly flaunt her braless cleavage. We pondered on the sweet, but decide instead to move to the lounge area and sample some cocktails. The barman suggested we tried a Silver Bullet and its potency simply added to the stimulating environment. Mandy crossed her legs, her white dress draped away from her thighs very sexily. We chatted about our holiday, but the underlying themes were very sexual. She excused herself to go to the loo and my eyes pleaded for some sort of response, her mischievous smile as she got up left me in no doubt that she may consider my request; the lust in our eyes was unmistakable. I watched as she returned and quickly slid next to me, the gazebo lights casting shadows over her partially exposed cleavage as she slid in then passed me the flimsy bit of lace that had been clothing her. I felt the butterflies in my stomach rapidly responded to this erotic gesture. I took them from her slowly then crushed them into my pocket and, knowing her provocative demeanour, wished this night would last forever and turned to call for the bill. The waiter bid us goodnight, but unable to maintain his integrity any longer, sank his eyes to her beautiful soft breasts for his personal gratification. The excitement of another man sexually admiring her breasts was very arousing. We headed out to the dimly lit street and stopped momentarily to engage in a deep kiss, the passionate urgency of our feelings was confirmed as our hands moved frantically over each other's bodies, her hot tongue dancing seductively with mine. My hand moved gently under the sheer fabric, to at last feel, the soft mounds that had been the focus of so much attention that evening, then persuaded her to let me slacken the wrap sash tying holding the flaps of her dress. The vibrant buzz of the resort encouraged us to stop on the way for another drink. We came across a sleazy little cocktail bar just a few yards from our hotel where we thought we might have some fun, and, as it was fairly crowded inside we thought we'd give it a go. Her white dress now only loosely concealing her perfect figure as she walked to the bar, aware I revelled in the expressions of the people sitting at the tables knowing what they could see. We sat at the bar to order a drink where the barman was more than happy to serve us. His eyes soon fell to the valley of her soft cleavage, and he obviously manoeuvred himself to a position to get the best view as the occasions arose. We talked sexily to each other, increasing our arousal for each other with this foreplay. I looked over my shoulder and the whispered that we should move to a tall table and sat on some high stools. Mandy sat directly facing and close to me, her dress had slipped further apart, now just joined where the sash held it together, the silky mounds of flesh showing clearly that she did not need, or wear a bra. Fuck she looked so seductive just sitting close to me. She watched me intently, knowing the power she had over me as I wallowed in her shameless exposure. Again my hands moved to caress her ear lobes, before tracing their way down her neck line, this time, I dared to uncover her excited nipples, first one and then the other. She lifted her feet to the rest them on the bar on the legs of my stool, her silky dress just slid apart over her legs now uncovering her tanned thighs almost to the vee of her smoothly shaven crotch. Such was the eroticism of the moment she did not move to cover her exposure, and just sat there sipping her cocktail as if in an erotic trance. I'd been on cloud nine all night and now I was heaven. Now desperate to make love, we decide to head back to our room. She pulled her dress to just cover her nipples as we walked the few yards to our hotel. We entered the foyer of the hotel headed for the lift. As the door closed, I kissed her passionately and our hands ran all over each others bodies, her hand confirming the hardness of my arousal. My hand moved between her thighs God I'd never known her so wet and turned on. She moved to push the button for our floor. I took her grip and moved her finger to press the button for the top floor. As the lift ascended my hand pushed the fabric fully to one side then I let my hand fall to cup and caress her shaven mound, her aroused nub now protruding and sensitive as I circled its hardness. The lift came to a sudden halt all too soon, the bell chiming softly as the doors opened on the roof garden and I just moved out for a moment to look at my stunning wife standing in an open lift, her cross over dress pulled to one side exposing her charms to anyone who may have come along. I moved back into the lift as the door began to close and pulled the other side of her dress over, now exposing her completely. She leaned back provocatively and said "You now what I like don't you" I said nothing but pressed all four buttons on the way down to our floor, not thinking or caring about any possible consequences; the excitement was blood rushing as the lift started to descend, stopping and opening its door at each floor, Such was my arousal, as it arrived at our floor, I begged her to do one more thing for me, to go up one floor by herself and come back down just for me to see her emerging from the lift. Unquestioningly she pressed the button for one level up and the doors closed and the lift ascended. I watched intently as the indicator light when up one floor then stopped, my heart was in my throat when it seemed to stay there forever before I heard the almost inaudible chime as it started to descend. The door opened and she was stood just as I had left her, her glossed lips sucking on her finger. I asked her what she would have done had someone seen her she replied excitedly "how do you know someone didn't........" Fuck that was hot, then strolled ahead of me turning and teasing me until we got to our room. As we entered, the room was illuminated by the glow of the neons in the street. I called reception and asked them to send up some Moet then pressed against her, cupping her full naked breast. She moaned breathlessly as I rubbed her sensitive nipple against the white material, hoping I had enough self control to pleasure her beyond her dreams. She turned to playfully bite my neck and I reached up and tangled my fingers in her hair caressing and teasing, then lowered my hand to caress her naked stomach and used my hot saliva to moisten the just the tips of her pert nipples, letting her enjoy the sensation as I move from one to the other causing goose bumps to form all over her areolas. Then I softly kissed the valley of her breasts before moving my mouth lower over her stomach to probe gently at her swollen mound, using as much self restraint as possible to stop myself from losing control. Our hearts began racing as I lead her to our balcony doors, which I opened to allow the warm evening breeze to filter through the room. The balcony railings overlooked the vibrant atmosphere of Bay Street. Four levels below us, we watched as revellers enjoyed themselves in the lively street. It was hot and humid, the atmosphere very romantic as well as electrically charged. I encouraged her to move to the rail to look down at the revellers then stood behind her, untied her sash and touched her sensually then exposed her nakedness to the nightlife below, my arms around her waist as she leaned against the rail, my hot breath on her neck and bare shoulders; I wanted to expose her to the entire world and knew she loved it. We were interrupted by a knock on the door announcing room service. I released her and moved to the door to let in the porter, we were delighted to see it was Juan who had been to our room the previous evening. He wheeled in the trolley with the chilled Moet, and saw my wife standing on the balcony facing away from him, oblivious as to the manner of her dress. He slowly and professionally he uncorked the champagne and poured us two half glassfuls, then picked up the glasses and offered them to us. Mandy turned around on the balcony and walked determinedly towards us, her dress gaping completely leaving her completely exposed to our view. He starred in disbelief as Mandy took the glass from him, downed it in one go, locked her eyes his, and held out the glass for him to pour some more. Even I was flabbergasted at the blatant exposure to our waiter, who boldly indulged his lecherous eyes on her near naked body. He topped the sparkly fluid, never for one moment able to tear away his lusting eyes from her until she moved back out, only to turn again to face us as she leaned her elbows on the balcony rail allowing the lights from neons in the street to illuminate her near naked form. He stuttered hopefully "If there's anything else I can do for you" I was just soaking up the electrifying ambience of the moment when Mandy replied "If you would be so kind as to just pass me the bottle I'd be very grateful" seductively encouraging him to approach her and enjoy her full nakedness bathed in lights from the street. The moment was over in probably less than a minute, but the erotic charge of that moment will be with me forever. I tipped him, as he retired, told us he was very pleased to have served us and should we require anything else, to ask for him by name. I took my glass with me back out to the balcony terrifically aroused and toasted our best holiday. "Fuck I feel really wicked tonight "she murmured in a soft voice as she brought her hand to the back of my neck; her mere touch sent shivers down my spine as our lips met, hot passion emitted from every tiny pore in her sultry body. Then detaching myself from her, I ran my hand up to caress her perfect breast. It felt soft and so light as my hand formed to cup it as I looked deeply into her sexy eyes. Mesmerised in our ecstasy, I moved closer to her, bringing her delightful exposed nipple to my lips, to taste the flesh of her body was so divine. She pulled me closer and lifted my chin to eagerly kiss my lips, her hand moved lower to my loins and felt the straining hardness she had deliberately generated that evening. Again I feasted my eyes on her as we kissed in the evening air. Her dress still completely undone, her pouting mound now swollen and glistening then turned her to face away from me again, to face the street. I was desperate to move my hand around to her front but not wanting to rush things stayed contented just kneading the flesh of her thighs. My breath quickened knowing the craving that was surging through us, my tongue, probing, found its way to her neck. Her moan broke the silence. How much control do I have? I wanted the evening to last forever!! My hands rose to lightly cup her nipples. As I ground my body against hers, and traced the contours of her shoulder with kisses. Her breath came in gasps as I whispered her name, putting my hands firm on her hips, pulling her closer to me. My hands moved, eagerly, down, around with raw desire and unequalled passion. With her luscious long shapely legs she stood on the balcony, I moved her slowly away from me to stand in the doorway so that I could again truly appreciate her beauty. Thrilling me more as my fingers began to explore her inner thighs before tenderly cupping her soft pubic mound then she cupped her hand over mine to press my hand into her swollen lips, literally slick with her love juice. Once more she moved around me to lean on the balcony rail, instinctively I knew what she wanted and slipped my finger deep inside her. Her elbows rested on the rail and her whole body again exposed to anyone who may have been looking. She again cupped her hand over mine encouraging circular motions with my fingers over her sensitive clit and within seconds her knees almost gave way as powerful shivers of pleasure began ripple through her body as her ultimate climax peaked........... Then parted her legs, and begged me to continue the caresses along her inner thigh as her arousal reached a new levels, letting the dress slip completely off her body before I took her back to our bed to continue our pleasures.