1 comments/ 30606 views/ 0 favorites Special Dark By: CalHollows By far, Malafacha preferred Volora's cocksucking to any of his other bodyguards. Sitting beside him now, as the nondescript but powerfully customized family sedan hummed quietly through city streets, he watched as she bobbed up and down on his penis. His other female helpmate, Nori, sat cross-legged on the other side of him, idly flipping through a Euro Vogue while he diddled her with his fingers, now shoved down the back of her tight, pegged leather trousers. Occasionally, she'd shift a little and put down her magazine a moment for a little shake and sigh; her eyes closed, she'd rock a moment in demi-climax, then return to her fashion spreads. Malafacha's fingertip grew more moist and he enjoyed it, pulling it out and licking it occasionally. Volora suddenly deep-throated him all the way to the root of his dick, and Malafacha did some shifting of his own. He grabbed the car seat and thrust up into Nori's vagina deep enough to make her squeal. Smiling, Volora spun her head on his dick. In a moment, after some frantic fingering in a now helpless Nori, Malafacha came along with her. He exploded in Volora's mouth as Nori gushed on his palm, leaving it wet with lubrication which he then idly slurped while Volora finished tonguing his dick clean. In the front seat, beside Mustafa, his driver, sat Durazo, Malafacha's chief lieutanant and favorite whipping boy. He let a little chuff of impatience escape at all this nonsense behind him. Malafacha smiled, knowing Durazo was so one-hundred percent gay any bisexual activity put him off his feed. Suddenly, Malafacha hammered the front seat, which made them all jump. Startled, Volora trapped some tender skin of Malafacha's dick as she rezipped his fly and he yowled. Shoving her away, he pointed toward the street. "We'll take them," he commanded, indicating a trio of obvious tourists strolling the boulevard. The car roared to a stop at the curb and Durazo leaped out. Two women and a man; young, one no more than a teenager. He flashed them his gun and told them not to move, as Mustafa wheeled the car around the corner and put it at the mouth of an alley at the opposite side of the block. Durazo pushed the man toward the alley and growled for all of them to proceed down it. By the time they were halfway through it, Mustafa had the car backed several feet into the other end and was popping the trunk. They'd done this many times before. When they reached the car, Durazo and Mustafa roughly pushed the trio inside the compartment as they weakly yelped some protests. Mustafa slammed down the trunk lid and a dull thump sounded - evidently a head that ducked a little too late. Back in their seats, Durazo looked back at Malafacha and shrugged for an explanation. "Hostages," Malafacha said simply. Nori continued reading her magazine. Volora idly peeled a banana. "What the hell we need hostages for?" Durazo demanded. Malafacha ignored him. Everyone knew the reason. The boss needed some fun. It was in times like these, when Malafacha conjured his personal demons, that he was most aware of Durazo's distaste for him. He knew someday Durazo would try to bump him out of top spot - with all due violence - and assume control himself. Durazo considered this horseplay dangerous insipidity, pointlessly endangering their entire international terror network. It was Malafacha's brainchild - a private, for-profit terror consortium hiring out to countries and private interests to spread chaos among their real and perceived enemies. For several of these outwardly placid, secretly malevolent entities, he was working both sides of the street - plaguing one at behest of its foe, then turning similar hell upon that foe when the wounded opposition launched realiation. That kind of deceitful, blood-drenched hijinks was especially gratifying to Malafacha; it came near to his ideal of catastrophic, perpetual violence that so sexually intoxicated him. They took their guests to the Crytal Works, a favorite lair of Malafacha's. It was an old glass factory on the dark side of town, and now stood as a huge, warehouse-like shell. Artifact of the Industrial Age, when the West still had ability to make for itself what it needed, its floor was layered in gravel of broken glass, and through what patches of roof were left, moonlight streamed in to turn it into a shimmering carpet of twinkling stars. Malfacha had outfitted the old operations center high in the mid-building with walls all-glass, and double-pane, to enjoy the view and soundproof screams. Malafacha liked to call it his Crystal Cathedral. Upon arriving, they immediately separated their guests, man from women. He was taken to a small room across the rampart running the circumferance of the building three floors up. There he was slapped around a little, just to shake him up. Then he was lashed in a wheelchair and rolled down to Malafacha's see-through church. Once inside, his spirits fell when he saw both women tied - although still demurely clothed - to what the gang called "the spots". Since 'x' marks 'the spot' these were sets of two-by-six pieces of lumber joined at their middles in an x-shape. More than these two scaffolds could be conveniently added if necessary; at times, Malafacha had quite a crowd in there. The women were bound by their wrists and ankles by black leather cords that shined in the sinister dim light. Once in the room, they put the fellow facing the women, and let them run through a few exchanges to make sure all were still OK, intact, unharmed, etc. Then, the gang waited for the cue - one of the captives would ask, "What do you want?" or "Where are we?" Then Malafacha strode to the wheelchair and bitch-slapped the man several times, until the women were screaming at proper volume, begging him to stop. Then, one of Malafacha's cat-girls - tonight it was Volora's turn - would go batshit, screeching and tearing around the room, scratching the captives, pulling out a quirt and laying a few slashes across one or both women's midsection, that sort of thing. Then, things settled down. Everything got quiet; only sound was heavy breathing and sobbing of the captives, now utterly punched through with fear. After a bit, Malfacha asked them who they were, and got them talking. They were Matt and his wife Cathy, and their niece Jody, daughter of Cathy's sister Margie. As they talked, a calmness returned to the room. They spoke of their lives in Middle America, their jobs and hopes. Again the gang waited for the cue, this time it would be a repetition of the first question, or "please don't hurt us" - anything, really, regarding the kidnapping. Then it was Nori's turn. As the quiet conversation continued, she walked gracefully over to Jody, just 18, and kissed her full on the mouth. When she tried to twist away, Nori grabbed her face and began deeply frenching her, exploring her mouth with her tongue. Across from the girl, Cathy reacted first, screaming for her to stop. Instead, Nori began unbuttoning the girl's blouse. As Matt finally joined in, Cathy exploded in cursing, straining at her binds like a wildcat, Malafacha thought, bemused (although he made sure to maintain his look of concern that her violent reaction might pop her free). Idly, he looked at the dark bloodstain behind her, where the boards crossed; that spot was evidence of how rowdy things got a few weeks ago with old Dr. Karafey, determined to keep his secrets to the grave. He did. When Nori reached in the sobbing girl's blouse and popped out her ripe tits, running her thumbs over the nipples and enjoying the girl's quivering reaction, Cathy changed her tack. She began begging that she be assailed instead, that the girl be left unmolested. Nori turned and smiled at her, then strolled over to her perch. She stared at her a long time, until Cathy looked down in fear. Then Nori reached up and ripped open her yellow blouse about halfway down her chest. Cathy gasped in surprise and, rousing in anger, spat in Nori's face. The henchwoman paused, smiling, and wiped it away; then Nori backhanded the helpless woman as Matt screamed in protest. This time, it was Jody's turn to beg, but to no avail. Cathy began to rouse out of the stunning blow when Nori grabbed the waistband of her pedal-pushers, visible at her waist under the short blouse, and ripped them open in front with a single, powerful tug. Cathy gasped again and rocked in place a moment, her trousers splayed open, barely on her hips, before Nori ripped away her bikini panty. Cathy squealed. All three screamed awhile, in fact. Waiting for the noise to subside, Nori slowly licked her middle finger, looked smilingly at Matt and Jody, and then thrust the finger into the bottom of Cathy's v-shaped pubic patch. She began stroking it in and out. Reacting with a jolt, her expression in a tight twist, Cathy sputtered a protest. Jody squealed "Oh, no!" - a plea striking Malafacha a singularly unoriginal. Cathy made a begging sound as Nori's fingering quickened. She arched sharply from her perch, curving out her body as involuntary signal to all that Nori was dead-center on her clitoris. She tried to say something, but moaned, instead. Her naked abdomen strained against Nori's finger, rippling involuntarily in time to her stroking. From under the hem of her blouse, the bottom rim of her navel occasionally peeked out in vulnerable pleading. Nori began running her hands up and down Cathy's chest and belly, finally ripping open her blouse the rest of the way. Cathy yelped again, made a little pleading sob, then moaned again. Watching Cathy's wonderfully tanned torso bowed out and trembling, Malafacha was reminded of paintings showing cherubs and naked mymph's the old masters loved executing. For a moment, Malafacha wondered if they were so attached to Greco-Roman subject matter, or to stripping half-naked models in their studio. Now Matt and Jody were quietly pleading, intermittently since obviously it was to no avail. Nori began licking one of Cathy's breasts in long, luxuriant swipes before closing on a nipple and sucking with slowly growing intensity. Cathy's head rocked back at this intrusion, her belly now grinding into Nori as the henchwoman moved closer; for her part, Nori began slowly coursing her other hand up and down Cathy's torso, letting her fingers and thumb pinch the tender flesh of her belly, and dig carefully and deeply in her navel. After Nori had alternated between nipples a few minutes, Cathy let out a loud moan and her body began shaking. Nori stood back a moment and increased ferocity of her fingering, before returning to her nipple. Cathy jolted again and gasped, then let out a loud, quaking moan. Everyone in the room knew she'd orgasmed. She hung for a moment, exhausted. Some sobbing sounded in the room, like crying of mourners wounded at this brutal violation. Suddenly, Jody exploded in anger and cursing, vowing revenge against all of them. Nori and Volora approached her and stood close until she quieted. They quickly undid the binds at her wrists and legs and yanked her from her broken crucifix. Durazo and Mustafa then approached and held the girl by each arm as the two women stripped her clothes from her body. The girl screamed and kicked, but the women caught her legs and removed the last shards of her trousers with a switchblade. When she was naked, they laid her on a large circular pad in the middle of the floor - a big black dot marking the very center of the room. As the men held her arms and legs, the women attached themselves to each of the girl's nipples and began sucking. This time, it was Volora who let her fingers trail down the girl's belly to her snatch, and began fingering her with all adeptness Nori had showed with Cathy. Now the room came alive again. Matt finally found his voice and bellowed calumny, and Cathy roused herself from post-coital stupor to begin sobbing and hurling threats again. Finally, Jody's bucking was too much and Volora looked up at Mustafa and nodded. He retrieved a small hypodermic tube from his breast pocket and, leaning over the struggling girl, gave her a quick shot in the side of her neck. Everyone waited for the girl to become passive, and when she was reduced only to whimpering and squirming, they went back to work. Nori wet her fingers and trapped one of the girl's nipples in a throbbing pinch and then locked her in what would become a long, wet kiss. Volora spread the girls legs like a nurse making a clinic bed and clamped her mouth on her quivering snatch. Jody arched her back a moment and wailed beneath Nori's mouth, so a muffled, high tone came through her nose. As they watched the girl undulate on the floor, the other two tourists, uncle and aunt, man and wife, slowly grew silent as they tried not to look. Jody began a slow ripple with every intake of breath, and her body began to relax into a tremble that matched movements of Volora's tongue in her cheeks. Occasionally, Volora would pull back and they'd all see the tongue as it slowly traversed the slit of Jody's vagina, worked inside and then proceeded with exacting thoroughness up to her clit, closing to suck awhile. A soft snort escaped Jody's nose. When Nori moved from her mouth to her other nipple, Jody rolled her head back and let out a deep moan, still reluctant, but aroused in spite of herself. Nori sucked the girl's nipple red and then popped it out of her mouth, and moved to the other one, replacing the pinch with her warm, tender lips. Jody squirmed under the assault which came from everywhere. Malafacha himself was aroused, watching the delicate bow of the girl's trunk as it bobbed in the air - from ripe breasts, now soaking with Nori's saliva, down the rift running the midline of her torso, the very noticeable sink of sensuous navel, and to her pubic hair, barely curled and soft as velvet. Jody's mid-section trembled and she tried to take breaths. She gasped and wailed, the effort releasing the flood. With a final spasm of wracking quivers down the length of her trunk, she orgasmed in narcotic but intense fury. As the spent girl lolled on the floor, Cathy began her threats again, low and gravelly this time. Volora walked over and backhanded her to stunned semi-consciousness again. She and Mustafa unbound her and whirled her to the pad. As she lay there, the top of her head touching her niece's, they stripped her completely naked. Then the cat-girls tied the forearms of the women together. Almost mad with fear and anger Matt cursed himself for thinking that tied like that, their heads together, lying on the circular cushion, they looked like the hands of a clock at six. Then he heard a tinkling sound and looked up. The cat-girls were buckling their strap-on harnesses, then plugged in foot-long, shiny black dildos. Kneeling between the women's legs just as they began to rouse from their respective blows and drug, Nori and Volora bent their legs, their hands held up behind their knees. They let the long dildos run up and down the women's bellies until they became aware of them. Just as they did, the cat-girls pulled back and thrust just the tips of the faux dicks inside their vaginas. Both women and Matt began an intense, almost religious, chant of begging. The women's began to become more and more broken as Nori and Volora began stroking a little deeper into them with each thrust. As Nori began rubbing Cathy's belly and breasts while the fucking got underway, Cathy asked the women in an almost-stable voice to let Jody go, that she'd do anything they wanted if the girl were set free. "But you'll do that, anyway," Malafacha answered soothingly. Just then, as one of Cathy's pleas was in mid-sentence, Nori evenly stroked the dildo all the way to the hilt into Cathy's belly. As the dildo penetrated to the very core of her, Cathy's plea melted away into a shuddering moan. Jody, hearing Cathy and feeling movement of her head as Cathy's body arched up and writhed on the long spit, began pleading now for her aunt - begging that they stop whatever it was they were doing to her. In her second round of begging, Volora sank her dildo into the quivering girl, with the same result. At the end of a low groan, Jody made a little plunking sound in her throat as the dildo skewered to the very root of her. Then the cat girls began an even, deep fucking, to which the women rolled their heads and moaned with each in-stroke. Matt could tell from experience Cathy was feeling deep pleasure, and he couldn't help getting aroused at the sight and sounds of the women's penetration. Gradually, the speed and intensity of the strokes began to quicken and deepen. At first, the women roused a little in alarm, but couldn't stop lifting their hips to deepen the dildos' wounding. Jody began vibrating first, then Cathy's belly began the unmistakable rippling. Finally, both women burst in long, writhing orgasms - almost at the same time. Their bodies froze a moment in the air, vibated, the sank to the floor as the wracking spasms finally subsided. Nori, withdrew her dildo slowly, with Cathy dripping from it. Then she sank it back in for any signs of life. Cathy let out a long, low moan deep in her belly as it thrust into her. Nori fucked her to another orgasm and finally pulled it out of her. Matt's mind was watching the scene from somewhere far away, an echo chamber, so that everything he saw or heard seemed hallucination. His eyes were present, long quit from staring at the floor. He wondered if they could be the same after this... any of them. He knew Cathy teased him about being a worry wart and she'd hate the way he'd try to minister to her, take care of her. ...Afterward. He looked up into the unemotional, almost friendly eyes of Mustafa. He lifted Matt up suddenly, by his shoulders, and threw him over the small tube railing, residue of the old glassworks. Nothing banged too hard, nothing leaving bruises that would last. Matt yelped and looked up, unable to do much else with his hands and calves still bound. The whites of his eyes, Malafacha thought, looked orange for a moment. Mustafa ripped away his pants in one clean jerk. He bobbed around for awhile, almost spinning off the rail, at one point, but Mustafa's enormous hand kept him down. Volora walked slowly around Matt and ran her hand down the mound of his bottom. Then, taking her time, touching the jumping flesh below her as she walked, worked her way back around to the front of him. Gently, she was nudged aside by Nori, who shoved her dildo, coated with his wife, in his mouth. She began working it in, then roughly pushed it deep inside as Matt gagged. He thought for a moment how he must look. Then he felt Volora scratch between his buttcheeks with her wet dildo. Malafacha clicked and nodded at Durazo, who shook his head with a curious little smile. He and Malafacha stared at each other a long time. Then Malafacha waved him off. He turned and met Mustafa's gaze, and he stared a long time there, too. Volora placed the head of dildo at the button of Matt's asshole and shoved it inside, all the way to the hilt in one long drive. Matt made an almost popping sound around the dildo in his mouth, followed by a wail through his nose. Across the room, Cathy and Jody realized that they had nothing left. They couldn't even give Matt their outrage; their anger and fear had long since torn them apart. From across the room, Malafacha watched them both in that moment. At some point, Durazo must be dealt with, but the whole evening had led up to this: their defeat, their despair. He felt a wash of pleasure course over him; he felt like breathing deeply, but it would be so hackneyed. Their horrible, frozen sadness - all his. Malafacha felt an erection curl from his loins. They left them on the edge of the city that night, and that's where they were found the next morning, much the worse for wear. Special Date I was running late for a date Chris and I had planned for months. He and I were so much alike at times that one day we both were laying in bed after one of our heated sessions.. we started talking about our fantasies. We both have this fantasy of being intimate in a public place. But I think we were both just too scared or shy to actually act upon it. So we decided we were going to make a date out of it. Make it a date to never forget.. something wicked and fun. Today was the day. He was supposed to pick me up around 6ish and it was already 5. I still needed to take a bath and make sure the babysitter was on her way over. Cheryl showed up about 10 mins after 5 and I hopped into the shower immediately. I couldn't get the image of his body out of my head. Those sexy pink nipples of his and the way his cock stands at attention with little help. It seemed as though no matter what kind of mood he was in I could easily get his cock nice and hard. As I washed I could feel my juices starting to flow just thinking of what was in store. I knew him.. and in knowing him I also knew how imaginative he can be. I could not wait for him to get here. Cheryl was keeping the kids overnight so I need not worry about when we were finished.. no hurry to get home. Chris' car pulled up I guess while I was in the shower cause as I got out and wrapped myself in a towel I could hear the kids and his seductive voice playing in the hallway. He was chasing them up and down the hallway.. they were screaming with excitement. I began to wonder what he was wearing.. I stepped out of the bathroom and saw a glimpse of him. "Oh that bastard" I thought to myself as I glimpsed his dark maroon button up and his black Dockers. I could smell his cologne in the air and I KNEW he was going to make this one night a very special one. Every night seemed special with him. I ran into the bedroom and latched the lock behind me.. fast enough so he could not see me yet. Laying down on the bed I slipped the towel off my body. My nipples were starting to get hard already from the fan blowing the cool air over my moist body. I wanted to make this night just as special for him as he plans to make it for me. So instead of grabbing my usual "sexy" black dress and flats, I decided I was going to wear the new dress I had gotten last week. It was a long calf length red dress.. satin with a red lace trim. It was low cut enough to hint at my large breasts but high enough so that you could not see much of them at all. Just the shape could be seen through the dress. It had no straps.. meaning no bra.. tight at the top and flowing as it reached my calves. You could clearly see my nipples popping through the satin. I slipped on my black lace thong and my black garter belt.. attached the thigh high stockings and reached in the closet for the new shoes. They were strappy and high heeled... slim and seductive. The straps wrapped around my ankle and up my legs about 2 inches. I sat on the bed and did my makeup.. then my hair.. Up or down I thought? Up defiantly up. I love the way he pulls my hair down in the heat of passion.. up most defiantly up this time. I pulled my hair up into a small roll near the top of my head.. let my bangs hang down and curled a few locks that hang out of the roll. "Almost perfect" I thought. I could hear someone at the door lightly tapping.. It had to be Christopher. I walked over to the door and opened it.. His jaw dropped.. I was in bliss. I knew from his expression he approved of my attire and off we went into the wild world. Not of course without giving my babies the proper goodbye love first. We went first to eat dinner.. It was a small quant restaurant. neither of us had eaten here before and we had talked about going often enough. We decided to try it out tonight. Lots of firsts I reckon. As we ate I couldn't help but notice how he didn't take his eyes off of me. I enjoyed that fact tremendously. I would give him lots of evil smiles and wicked grins as I ate. I ran my leg up his from under the table.. Up to his thigh and lightly grazing against his slowly growing package, but not a word was actually said between us until after he paid the check. He got up from the table and held a hand out to me.. As I reached for his hand and was getting out of the seat his face grew from a passionate stare to a wicked grin. "Keep smiling beautiful.. your time is on its way" and that's all he had to say. I knew what was coming for me and I also knew how much fun it was going to be. We got out to the car and before he unlocked my door as usual to let me in he went to his side of the car and unlocked his. He opened the door and stood there for a few mins waiting. Watching as I stood on the other side of the car. He smiled.. got into the car and rumbled in the back seat for something.. slipped whatever it was into his pocket and slowly climbed back out. Closing his side and walking over to mine, he then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like he has never kissed me before. Something wild and passionate about it this time. It stirred something inside of me that made me yearn for his touch on my skin immediately. Instead he opened my door and let me sit. Once inside the car he got down on his knees right outside of my door and turned me so that my legs were outside the car and he was squarely in between them. He placed his hand on my knee and slowly started rubbing and caressing my right leg.. "Christopher? What are you doing?" I asked him calmly "you'll see my dear, You'll see." He ran his hand completely up my leg and reached my inner thigh.. I started to breath heavily from his touch. God I love the way he touched me. The way his hands felt on my skin.. the heat.. the yearning I could feel in them. I leaned back lightly to give him more access.. instead of him placing his fingers against me I saw him reach into his pocket and, palming something, he reached his left hand under my satin dress. I could feel his hand pull my G-string aside and lightly graze my mound. I knew at this point there was nothing I could do to stop my wetness or to keep him from seeing how turned on I was so I leaned back further and closed my eyes.. waiting. He placed a small vibrator, about the size of a quarter, on my clit.. slowly turning it on he replaced my G-string to hold it in place and moved my legs back into the car then closing the door, I could see his wicked grin on his face once again. As he walked around the car he never let his eyes wander form me sitting in there. He opened his door and as he was sitting he said "I have a small remote in my pocket, and if and when I choose I can give you pleasure wherever without ever touching you" He smiled as he finished "As long as you do as I say and don't be a bad girl I wont ever have to reach in my pocket will I?" I shock my head no. I wanted so bad to be bad.. to make him want to punish me. But I tried my best to be good. With that thought in my mind and that look upon his face he turned the key and we were off yet again. We drove for what seemed like forever with no speaking. Under normal circumstances I would have been worried that he was upset over something. But this was a different silence. the silence of torment.. of suffering lust. He wanted me to be worried. He wanted me to be a bit scared.. maybe anticipating what was to come next. Its amazing how his silence turned me on.. Try as I may I could never explain how much the lack of words made me feel. yet deep inside I wanted to hear his voice say something. Even something mean and vicious. But he sat there. Driving. Not speaking a thing. The sun was beginning to set when he pulled to the side of the road. Where he stopped we were facing North, with just a glimpse of the lake before us. He shut the car off and stepped out of the car in one swift movement. Once outside the car with his door shut firmly he leaned against his door with his back facing me. I did not know what he wanted me to do if anything. So I sat there bewildered for a moment in silence. 60 seconds must have passed before I decided I should try and get out of the car. After all I wanted to enjoy the sunset as well. I opened my door slowly and suddenly I felt the vibrations between my legs. I let out a loud moan, closed my eyes and relaxed in my seat with the door wide open. Next thing I knew he was kneeling beside me kissing me again. I felt his hand run past my neck into the back of my head.. Tangling himself in my hair. I lifted my head back and arched my back to allow him access to what he wanted. He bent his head down and began to nibble and bite my neck. Sucking and kissing it passionately. Pleasure and pain all mixed together. "Mmm, Chris.. I love the way you touch me" I moaned softly. Almost under my breath. He paused a moment to let that sink in before he replied "I love touching you, Now shut up and enjoy." I smiled and tilted my head back further. He always knew what to say to make me tingle. His hand slide between my legs and massaged my inner thighs. My body began to tingle under his touch. He sent shivers down my spine with each pass of his hand. I wanted him to be inside me right then more then anything. His hand slowly worked its way up my legs and reached my wet spot. He slide one fingers across my slit and could feel the wetness it held. He groaned, pleased to see how turned on he was getting me. I loved that groan of satisfaction every time he touched my wet pussy. He pressed his hand against the vibrator, holding it tighter against my clit. I squirmed as I tried to get away from the pleasure it was giving me. There was no where I could go.. I felt my body stiffen as my orgasm grew inside.. I was going to have an orgasm on the side of the road, in his car, with the door open. As that though passed my head my body spasmed as the peak had hit me. I jerked like a mad woman as I felt his fingers probe deep inside me. My body relaxed after a few moments of him sliding his finger deep inside then back out of my wet spot. I opened my eyes as he was pulling his hand out from under my dress... sliding them down my thighs the same way they had entered.. leaving a trail of wetness on my thigh. I watched as he stared into my eyes and without saying a word or showing the least bit of expression lifted his wet finger to his mouth and sucked all my juices off of it. I couldn't help but want him even more then I did just a few moments ago. I reached over to kiss him. As our lips met he let out a loud moan. I knew he wanted me as bad if not worse then I wanted him. I was sure of it. He broke away from our kiss and stood up, preparing to leave my side of the car.. But before he could walk away I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer to me. I began to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He had on a pair of satin boxer shorts. Not much being left to the imagination due to his enormous rock hard cock bulging from under the satin. I reached my hand inside and touched the velvet head of his cock. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. With one hand I reached behind him and grabbed his ass while pulling him even closer to me. He did not protest. I pulled his hard cock out from it's satin confinements and stroked him lightly all the while bending my head down to run my tongue up his tight balls. Running my tongue up his shaft and finally letting my mouth devour his throbbing manhood. As his cock slowly entered my warm mouth He grabbed the roof of the car to help keep his balance. I knew he was not far from reaching his peak at this moment and I wanted to enjoy each pleasurable moment with him. He started moaning louder as his cock throbbed inside my mouth. I could hear my own light moans from the satisfaction of the pleasure I was giving him. I could feel my pussy start to tingle again as I took as much of his hardness into my mouth as I could handle. I began to imagine what it would feel like deep inside my pussy. I wanted him.. As I let my imagination wander I allowed myself to consume his cock. His body started to shake and shiver and I knew he was going to blow it soon. I pushed his cock further into my mouth this time and as I did his pelvis thrusted forward and his head flew back. I could feel his cum filling my mouth and hitting against the back of my throat. As his orgasm slowly subsided and his cock began to relax I stood in front of him.. Mouth full of his seed and kissed him. Deeply, Passionately, Yearningly, Allowing him to take a taste of himself. A car passed us as we were kissing. It was about then we had both realized we were still on the side of the road. "We better get going before someone else comes through thinking we are having car problems." He laughed "You've got a point." And we were off again. I had no idea where we were headed to this time but it didn't matter anymore. I had something special with this man and there was no way anyone could ever take this away. being with him always made me feel like I was something special. And I never want it to end. We drove for about 30 mins before he pulled along side of the road again. It was nearly completely dark around us now and I had wondered what made him stop this time. This time.. unlike the other time he did not shut the car off but simply turned down the radio and turned to face me. "Do you trust me?" He asked "you know I do" I replied with a sly smile. "then close your eyes" And with that he put a blindfold on me and took the vibrator out of my panties. my body quivered with his unexpected touch. "I have something special planned and I do not want you to see it until it is right in front of you" "Oookay" I replied unsure of what he had planned. We continued to drive for at least an hour or so. I could not see a thing, but we talked as we drove and I could hear the change in his voice as we got closer to our destination. He went from a calm talk to anticipation and pure excitement. Hearing his tone change made me excited and allowed my mind to do its wandering thing again. We pulled onto a gravel road I could tell by the way the car would slightly bounce and the sound the tires made on it. We drove on the gravel for about 2 mins before turning again onto grass? We were on grass? Where were we going? About 5 mins later the car slowly came to a stop. He shut off the car and I heard him get out. Opening my door he gently took hold of my arm to aid me in getting out. It was a bit chilly out by now and I leaned into him for warmth. He led me away from the car in an eastward direction.. I could almost hear the smirk on his face. He adjusted me so I was standing in the right direction. "Ready?" "Yes I am.. I think" I said with a giggle as he took off the blindfold. There before me was a small grassy area. A light blanket on the ground. 8 Huge candles lighting up the area. It was filled with yellow and red roses.. they were scattered about all over. There was a video camera set up in the distance.. Not to far away on a small table there was a bag. And there were two champagne flutes and a small cooler. I could only assume champagne was in it. "The bag has all of our 'fun' toys" he explained. "The camera is just an added bonus so you'll never forget. We can only record whatever your comfortable recording for now" He smiled proudly as he finished "I know you love yellow roses so I wanted to make sure there were plenty, But I wanted to red roses to show you how much I lust you. Your body, your mind and everything that makes you .. well you. But this.." He pulled a large artificial pink rose out from behind his back "This is my love. This will never die.. like my love for you. It will go on forever and ever. As long as you decide to keep it near you so will I be." I could not believe he had gone through so much to make this a special night. This is defiantly one night I will never forget, camera or not. I smiled and kissed him once more. I walked to the camera.. turned in on recording mode... and as I walked to the neatly laid out blanket I slowly undressed. I got to the center of the blanket and was left standing there with nothing but my black lace g-string, my garter belt with stocking and heels. "Come here you" I said seductively. I was finally going to have him inside of me. Inside of my heart, my soul, My mind and my life. For now.. For later.. and For Always.