0 comments/ 33148 views/ 5 favorites The Poison's in the Sugar Ch. 01 By: Odette After a long night of clubbing at my favorite dance hall; I simply make my way back to my flat. Walking was the easiest for me, rather than riding a smelly bus full of perverted old men who were waiting for the drunken college girls to board. No, I liked to walk as I cleared my head of the sweaty bodies of men and women pressed together. Sweaty and pressing against me and I danced to the music. Yet now in the cool air, the sense of excitement – of teasing them slowly ceased and I was back in my tightly controlled little world. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me at first, god that sounds so cliché doesn't it. I bet you are thinking someone is about to jump out of the shadows and grab me. Yet, that isn't going to happen, sorry. I heard the footsteps, ignoring them as I continued my jaunt back to my place. If someone were going to grab me, well – then they would suffer. Grinning, I began to think about the few young men I have lavished my attentions on that night. The dark haired young men with their rock groins pressing against my legs, my thighs like attention-starved puppies. I wasn't about to sleep with them, men are meaningless to me. A quick fuck, none of them turned my head. Suddenly, there I was – home. With a chuckle, I dashed up to the front stoop and unlocked the door to my flat; though, I could still hear the footsteps approaching. Shutting my door, I cautiously peered out to see who was coming. The man came up and continued on. Ah, a sap of a gentleman on his way home. Shrugging, I moved into the flat to get a good nights rest. Another day gone by; another workday passed as I rode the bus home. I straightened my skirt a bit as I shifted my weight; the jostling of the bus making my tits sway and bounce. Of course, I had a grin on my face the entire ride back to my stop. Sliding off the bus, I began to make the ½ block trek back to the flat. My feet were killing me but my stems looked beautiful as I loosened the top couple buttons of my blouse. Soon I was bounding onto my porch with a turn and click of my key, I was in my cool flat without a care in the world. I removed my jacket as I placed my purse beside my shoe rack and slowly headed into the kitchen to put on the kettle for some tea. On my way through to the kitchen, I clicked on my CD case and started one of my CD's of Nina Simone. God I love that bitch of a woman! Humming along with the music, the kettle slowly steaming up; I began to flip through some meaningless magazine when I heard my CD switch to another song... not Nine Simone. The music was throbbing through the flat, pulsing like a heart beat. With a sigh, I knew this music wouldn't relax me – this was music I usually worked out or fucked to. My stems clicked as I made my way back to the CD case, determined to find out why my Nina stopped play when yes... it happened. The kettle went off. With a jump, I laughed and forgot about the music, spinning around and jogged a bit to the kitchen when someone's hand suddenly encased my wrist and spun me around. Blinking, and thinking that isn't wasn't right – I spun with the hand and went to swing with my other only to get shoved hard into my coat rack. I stumbled back and landed hard on rump, only to look up to see a ski-masked man's hand entangling into my hair and yanking me hard onto my knees. "What the fuck!" His right hand met my cheek, making bright stars appear behind my eyes as I heard his gruff whispering voice. "Such language from such a lady is unheard of. Unless you are a cock-teasing slut. Is that what you are Hunny?" All I could do was glare at him, grabbing his hair that was encasing my fine brown locks. He slapped my hand away before I could fully clutch his wrist. "Proper Ladies speak when spoken to, so I guess you are the cock-teasing slut I first took you for." "No, no. I'm a lady. What do you want?" "Why... your pussy." That's when I decided to struggle; I kick hard at his kneecap with my stems, only to hear him curse my name. How did he know my name? I wasn't going to ask. With this moment, I yanked away from his hands and started to scramble to my purse where my beloved mace was waiting for me. I heard him berate me, my stupidity as I felt his hands in my hair again. I screamed loudly in protest and moved to punch him in the groin – only landing a solid punch in his inner thigh. He foot found my stomach then, and then again as the air went whooshing out of my lungs. I kept hearing the kettle, still screaming it's head off as the male dick grabbed my head and suddenly slammed into against the hard wood floor... the only thing I heard then, besides the music and the whistling was how he would be battering my ass now. I awoke sometime later, though the sunshine was still bright and cheery in my hellish world. My body, my mortal shell was curled up in a semi-painful manner on the couch while my mouth was open with some weird contraption. My vision started to become clearer as I listened to the words of damnable Trent, telling me he would fuck me like an animal. Fuck you too Trent. My stems were off as my hands were bound together by my clothesline rope from the backyard; it bound my wrists to the couch like some makeshift hogtie design. All my clothing, except for my blouse was still on me; my stockings, panties, skirt and bra, the male asshole ever left my hair clips in. My wrists were hurting from the tightness and that is when I moved. I did try not to groan, but the blood rushing back into my hands felt good and hurt at the same time. "Finally, I thought I would have to be here till tomorrow." I shifted my weight as I stayed kneel length wise on my large couch. Looking around, I couldn't see where he was but I could smell my fucking jasmine tea. The bastard was drinking my Tea! And as if he read my mind. "This is excellent tea, very tasty but I think it is lacking. You, being a tea connoisseur, should realize this too. So I think I will add a little something with your help luv." I told him to piss off in my own garbled language since I couldn't shut my mouth and with that, he was looming in front of my face... fully naked with his prick level with my mouth. Oh fuck no. I jerked and whined, struggled only to hiss at the pain in my wrists. Somehow, I knew now what was around my mouth. "Yeah babe, struggle. But you wont get away. And I am going to fuck that pretty throat" I tried to look up as I heard him put the steaming cup of tea down; One of his hands encircled the back of my head while his other hand hefted his prick to the hole in the mouth bit I was wearing. I moaned and whimpered, even looked up with him with pleading eyes with the hopes of him having some type of compassion. "Not in this life-time Bitch!" Suddenly his cock was plunging into the hole of the mouth bit. I blinked hard; I couldn't shut my jaw and clamp down. Squealing loudly, I tired to fight, tried to look up but both hands of my rapist circled my head and slipped his cock slowly in and out of my waiting and slack jawed mouth. I clenched my eyes shut, grunting hard as I listened to Trent reiterate that I let him violate me. I screamed and choked, gagging on the ever-growing cock that was now slipping in and out of my salivating mouth. I was so ashamed; my saliva was dripping down my chin as my rapist poked and prodded my throat like a demented doctor, hell bent on giving me a sore throat. Moaning, I felt his taste change just a bit as he squirted his pre-cum into my mouth. I gagged and moaned, swallowing it and my saliva down as his tempo began to change. My rapist grabbed my hair with two fists and began to pound the shit out of my openly forced mouth. I cried out, my eyes wide and watery as he told me what a lady I was – servicing her gentleman. His groans slide into my ears as I heard the keys strokes at the end of the song; his cock bruising my poor mouth. With a hard groan, he suddenly pulled his pulsing cock free and moved to the steaming cup of tea. "Look... Look luv or I will make this so much worse of you." Glaringly, I looked at that throbbing cock; I even met my rapist's eyes for a brief moment before he looked away and began to cum into the tea. I shuddered with him, surprised at my own reaction. Shuddering as I watched him shoot his load into the hot tea. With a laugh, he tapped the end of his cock on the edge of the cup – his cock spitting just a bit more before he moved over to me and used my hair as his washcloth. Some of his cum clumped in my hair as I felt him slowly begin to take the bite out of my mouth. "I'm going to remove the gag, but if I hear so much as a fucking peep..." The threat was given and well taken; I nodded my head just a bit and soon my jaw was released from its imprisoned hell. I moved my jaw up and down, looking at my rapist as he moved to the teacup. I frowned and looked away, looked down – looked anywhere. "Hello." Glancing up, he was kneeling in front of my face – the ski mask still on but what chocolate brown eyes. I didn't answer, what I had to say was unlady-like and I'm sure would get me into nothing but trouble. "Drink." I frowned and saw the cum stained tea coming my way. I shook my head, frowning darkly but the cup kept coming and then touched my lips. "Baby, drink it now." I glared at him; giving him the dirtiest look as the hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I began to swallow the cum stained tea down. Hating him, inch-by-inch, swallow-by-swallow as I watched his fucking grin grow to wild proportions. The Poison's in the Sugar Ch. 02 That smug grin of his; that triumphant look in my rapist's eyes. I would remember his eyes; the chocolaty brown swirled with mirth. Yet, I wouldn't be looking at them for long. "This ski mask is getting hot and it's getting in my way." I just frowned; I didn't want to answer him and why should I? I could still taste his cum in the back of my throat, realizing though, it didn't taste all that bad. "Ah, the silent game... well luv, you wont be silent for long." With that, my rapist pulled out a sturdy black blindfold. I must have seemed confused at first because he chuckled and made a motion to cover my eyes. I jerked back, tugging at the tight clothesline bound around my wrists but he already had the satin cover over my eyes yet, he went even further. I felt another clothe, a blacker piece like almost a strip of bedding being pushed against the blindfold. "To Secure It..." He said. I let out a shuddering sigh and tried to get my bearings without the use of my eyesight. Tilting my head to the sigh, I tried to test out the blindfold to see if he really did secure it. My other senses, especially my hearing, started to activate to a new level. I kept hearing the thumping of my heart, the soft strains of Nine Inch Nails and him; my rapist, I could even smell him. The floorboards under his feet creaked barely, but I got a sense of where he was standing. Twisting my body a bit, straining against my bonds and barely letting out a whimper; with that action, I heard him gasp audibly. Smirking, I could only imagine what he was doing. "You think this is going to frighten me?" "No" I could hear him moving around the room, shuffling his feet as he walked to and fro. Perhaps he was looking at my collection of artwork; perhaps he was just being a dick and trying to confuse me. "Good! Because it isn't working. This the only way you can get a girl you bastard?" I didn't hear him come near me but I must have touched a nerve as he grabbed my brown locks and yanked back. I arched and gasped in pain, my head throbbing once more. "This is the only way I can get you, you stupid cunt. You are nothing but a cock teasing bitch and I'm going to make sure we both enjoy this." SMACK I jolted a bit as he smacked my inner thigh. That was a different spot to hit, strange really. I winced and held still then, waiting for the next action. "I think we need a change in music don't you luv. Trent didn't seem to warm you up." "Perhaps it was the dick choking me that hindered my mood!" I jerked as I felt his soft laughter in my ear, moving my head away as he moved past me. His fingers slid along my frame as he moved slowly away; his fingers dancing on what bare skin he could find. Bowing my head slightly, I heard the mechanical clicking of the CD changer, listening to my rapist hum his own little ditty and then – everything stopped. No music, no sounds coming for his footsteps. I lifted my heard slowly, frowning with hope. "I'm going to make you feel every inch of my cock." Did he just say? I bit my lip and lowered my head again in some type of shameful pose as his chuckle resounded off the walls of the living room. As the soft strands from the CD "Music To Make Love To Your Old Lady By" began to slide into my ears, I felt his hand on my thigh. His fingers rubbing small circular patterns against my skirt covered thighs; fuck, I could almost hear him purring in pleasure. I shifted just a bit and stayed silent as his fingers moving down my upturned bottom, along my outer left thigh as he reached his destination; the hem of my skirt. Swallowing down my saliva and the reminiscent taste of this man's cum; I tried my best to hold still as he slowly kneeled behind my bent legs. Yet his calloused fingers were slow and teasing; trailing their way down against my outer thighs until he was swooping his fingers against the backs of my stocking clad knees. "Just hurry on with it you prick!" My rapist hissed and dug his nails into the backs of my thighs, bringing them harshly down – I swear I could have wet myself from the pain. I bit my lip hard, grunting and trying not to focus on the pain. "You are like a surprise package luv. I'm going to savor every lever of your charms until I reach your little treasure box." With his last words spoken, I felt my rapist's two fingers press where my hole was in my panty-clad pussy. I stiffened up as he pressed in a bit more and then, once again, his fingers began to slowly make their descent down against the backs of my thighs. I felt the tears in my stockings and gritted my teeth – only to shudder at the light caresses of his fingertips against the bare strips of my skin. My breath was catching; catching as I felt his fingers hook the hem of my skirt and lace slip. With a soft sigh from my rapist, I felt him tug at them briefly; the texture of the lace rubbing against my bare skin. Then slowly, deliberately, I felt the material slide upward and over my hips – bunched up against my waistline as the temperate air settled across my upturned ass. I caught my breath as his fingertips played a soft dance against my bottom; then I silently cursed myself for giving into the brief moment of sheer pleasure. Smirking, I felt the poison at the tip of my tongue. "You sure are the gentlest rapist I ever made." SMACK I jerked hard and frowned as he pressed his ever-growing member against my cheeks, whispering harshly. "I should be rough with you, I should fuck you while you are dry. I bet that would teach you a lesson for making me hard all those nights; teach you not to TEASE men like me." My rapist rubbed his cock against my cheeks like a cat in heat, thrusting up and down slowly and I suddenly clamped my legs shut – my body began to react in a way I didn't want. "If I fucked you dry; that would be rape luv. No, no I want you wet and I want you howling like a cat when I fuck you. I want you wanting more when I leave you. Fuck, I can feel you getting wet." "FUCK YOU!" My rapist laughed at that and back a bit away. Damnit, he left me ... almost wanting. Licking my lips, I steeled my body for the next round of torture. With that though flying through my head, I suddenly felt his body crashing onto my own. Growling in frustration, I felt one of his hands circle and grasp my throat as his cock rested firmly up my upturned ass. Jerking a bit, I coughed as his hand tightened around my throat and his other hand sought out my slit against my panties. With his fingers tightening around my throat to keep me silent and the clothesline rope cutting a bit into my wrists; his fingers began to slowly stroke up and down my slit. My eyes started to water as I gasped for air, trying to move from his grasp but the prick, literally now, had me pinned. His calloused fingers stroked up and down and slowly began to rub in the area of my hooded clit. I bit my lip so I didn't groan out, but he wouldn't have that – his hand squeezed again and I suddenly moaned out. My rapist laughed softly into my ear as I gasped in shock. "That's it. Enjoy it. Since you have a mouth of a whore, I'm going to gag you but I want to make sure you have a tasty gag first." My eyes widen as I was about ready to scream more curses at him, but his hand only squeezed again; squeezing the words right out of my throat. I squirmed and began to whimper softly as his fingers probed and rubbed against my panties; rubbing my hooded clit and along my hole where I could feel my juices slowly slipping out of my damnable betraying cunt. My breathing began to come out in little pants as his words encouraged me on. "This isn't your fault, your helpless... enjoy it and don't suffer. Fuck, your pussy is getting so wet. I bet you want a cock up in that hole soon babe? Hitting your cervix and making you cry out? I wont let you whore!" Shuddering hard, I started rock my hips back and forth, rubbing the head of his cock against my cotton panties. With the blindfold on, all I could think and feel was my panties were soaking as my rapist thrust his hips against me, whispering vile things into my ears and his fingers pushing me closer and closer to a place my mind didn't want to go. "Stop! Stop Right Now! I Don't Want This. Just Fuck Me And Get It Done!" "So the ice queen is close? Good!" Quickly, his fingers started to smack my clit in rapid successions. I arched and jerked against the ropes, thrusting my hips harder than I had at first. My body was striving for my orgasm as my mind screamed at what a stupid bitch I was. Whimpering hard, I hissed out and grabbed the edge of the couch. "Cum...cum luv. You want this." I cried out, I heard my sound filling the air and stifling the music as I started to gush against the confines of my panties – soaking them for sure now. I bucked my hips against his hard cock and heard him groan in desire as I continue to coat my underwear. I felt lightheaded; giddy almost and almost forgot where I was until I heard him whisper with a chuckle. "That was beautiful you prick tease, but when you cum around my cock it will be amazing. Yeah, your icy pussy milking my cock." I frowned hard and jerked my head away, shaking violently as I felt him slide off my back frame. Where the frictioned heat once was, now cool air caressed my ass, my thighs and my pussy. Goosebumps rose up against my skin as I felt my rapist's hands slide up my out thighs and grasp each strap of my panties and suddenly he pull upward. Crying out, I arched and thrust back, feeling my clit smashed against the rough material. I wanted it; I was a whore. My blindfold was blotting out tears of shame as I felt him slowly pull my panties downward and then fully off me. The weight on the couch lifted and eased; I relaxed with the hopes that maybe he needed a break and I could try to free myself. But again, I was wrong. My rapist was in front of me when I smelled a musky scent. I concentrated and sniffed the air again while his laughter coated the air. Oh god no. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up a bit as I clamped my mouth shut. "Open up" I shook my head wildly, vehemently. And suddenly my air supply was cut off as he pinched my nose. I jerked and struggled as I let slips of air escape from my lips as my cheeks began burn from the stored oxygen. I tried to pull back away, trying to keep my mouth shut. "Keep it up tease. You will either open your mouth or pass out. But if you pass out, I might invite the guys over for a gang bang in your tight ass." Squealing loudly in protest didn't get me anywhere because he only pinched my nose harder and that's when I gasped and then gagged as the panties filled my mouth. The asshole even made sure the crotch of my panties went pressed right on the top of my tongue. I jerked and hissed out curses against, trying not to swallow much as I felt a strip of cloth shove between my lips and tie quickly around the back of my head. I didn't mind the taste much; I have had the enjoyment of licking my fingers clean after I brought myself off, but it was his audacity in the matter. It was the fact that he wanted this and I couldn't say a fucking word. I silently licked that the crotch of my panties, but made sure I didn't move my mouth around to give me away. I feigned a cough and growled in his supposed general direction; that is when I felt the weight of the couch shift and suddenly he was behind me. I jerked and tried to scoot up and away but only met with the swift sting of his flat palm against my backside. My rapist roughly grabbed my hips and yanked me back, only to tighten the clothesline rope. I screamed out against the panties and sobbed as I felt the cleft head of his cock smack against my clit. Lowering my head, he grabbed his cock and continued to smack my clit, harder and harder against the head was coated lightly in my cum. That is when he roughly grabbed my hips and began to split my labia, making his shaft slid back and forth against my exposed pussy. I moaned hard and shuddered, wetting his cock even more as he continued to tease me. I hate him; hate him as he uses my body for his own pleasure. Why couldn't he have approached me at the bar? This fucking rapist was going to fuck me, probably cum in me and then what? What then? I can't handle this. I can't deal with this. Fucking hell, I suddenly wanted his cock buried deep in me. The Poison's in the Sugar Ch. 03 My rapist gagged me; gagged me with my own cum soaked panties but little did he know that I loved it. The fact that I loved this made my stomach turn and I lurched forward in a gagging motion. Of course I couldn't see him, not with the blindfold still on; yet I felt his calloused fingers run slowly up and down my spine. It was almost like he was calming me down; perhaps he understood what I was feeling at the moment. I whimpered against the soft material; feeling my rapists rough fingers dance against my soft skin. They moved against me as if they were performing a little dance, slowly sliding there way down between my tightening thighs. I heard him sigh and felt his fingers nudging; nudging between my legs gently. I clamped my legs tighter only to have him try to push my legs a part, getting rougher and rougher by the minute until… SMACK I squealed against the gag, moving my head left to right, trying to gauge where that smack had come from when I felt it come across my ass again, this time harder. With my screams muffled and my breathing quickening, I barely realized that he was hitting me wit a leather belt. I arched and screamed out again as I felt the leather smack roughly across my ass. "Open Your Legs Now" I swallowed slightly, debating this asshole's request but I debating too long. The leather belt came smashing down on my bottom again and then again. My rapist began to pick up a tempo, a beat as he bruised my plump bottom. Moaning softly, I slowly and yes, perhaps a bit teasingly, began to spread my legs apart. SMACK Groaning loudly, I heard the click of the belt fall to the ground and I suddenly felt his hands grip my inner thighs and yank them apart harshly. "Fuck… I can smell you" That's when I felt his tongue slide across my slit. I lowered my head and whimpered against the gag, as he tasted my pussy. Gripping the couch, I rocked lightly against his clean-shaven mouth, feeling his moist tongue dance swiftly across my slit and my clit. I began to spread my legs further out, propping one of my knees on the back of the couch. His cat like tongue slid against my clit over and over again; suckling the nub daintily into his waiting mouth. I yelped out as I felt his front teeth graze the sensitive skin; nipping and suckling on the enlarging bit of flesh. If the gag was out of my mouth, I would be panting now; especially now since my tormentor was working me into a frenzy. If I could I would scream at him to fuck me; something I knew he wanted me to say because then how could it be rape? His mouth suddenly left my wet pussy and I struggled in anger, I wanted more and more; that is when I felt the head of his cock brush up against my clit. I moaned and rotated my hips hungrily as he continues to press against my clit, making electric shivers run up my body. Thrusting my hips back, I heard his laughter fill the air as his cock began to fill my cunt. I bit down on the gag, almost rocking in pleasure at the feel of him slowly moving inch by inch as if to savor my tightness. My rapist's hands encircled my waist as he began to thrust into my body. By this time, the bounds across my wrists weren't hurting any longer because I held onto the arm of the couch, raising my head back as he began to pound into my cunt. Each slam; each thrust had me on edge as I felt his breath quicken with his rhythm. His balls slapped against my wet clit, smacking it time with his thrusts and my mewls of wanting more. I loved the feel of his cock splitting me open and I could only bite down and swallow the desire of wanting him to shoot his load deep into my womb. Yes, that is a fucked up idea; getting knocked up by my would be rapist. My rapist pulled me out of that daydream as he let out a grunt/groan of surprise. As I thought of his cum I had begun thrusting my hips back against him madly – you know where this is going to go people; I wanted his cock. With a renewed laugh, his fingers caressed my cheeks, brushing by my hair as he undid my gag. I didn't care though; I just kept thrusting back on his delicious cock and hoping to get something out of it. No pun intended. His fingers were quick as the gag slipped out of my mouth; I sucked in a breath and groaned harshly, thrusting back vigorously. My rapist grabbed my hair and started to slam into me, causing me to scream out to him. "Yes… no… oh fuck!" With a growl, he bent forward over me, still pounding his cock deep into my cunt. I bet the image was hot. "You dirty little whore; who would have thought this was your kink? I bet you love this, me rutting against you and soon to cum in you." I whimpered loudly, renewing my thrusting against him to answer his question. With a groan, he dug his nails further into my hips and began to match my thrusts. Our bodies smack against each other with such rhythm, I had to try to think of something else so I wouldn't cum just yet. I wanted him, harder and faster, louder and hungrily and he gave me everything I desired and more. His hips grounded against my ass as I felt his cock rock back and forth against my g-spot. Our bodies glistened with sweat as my rapist continued to tease and torment my flesh, rocking back and forth against that spot until I couldn't hold it any longer. With a yelp of surprise for him and I both, I slammed back and screamed ; I began to cum so violently against him I thought his cock would be trapped forever. He growled loudly enough for me to hear as slices of pain shot through me as his nails broke my skin. I grinded against him, thrusting and mewling as my cum slipped from my stuffed pussy and onto his cock and our thighs. "Ready?" I nodded happily, dreamily as he began to suddenly pound violently against me. Yanking my hair back he leaned forward and bit hard into my exposed throat, only to have me spasm around him again. With a howl of delight, he shoved himself into me as far as he would go and I suddenly began to feel his cock tighten up. My rapist rotated his hips madly and cried out as he began to shoot his load deep within my waiting womb. I moaned softly against the couch, grinning almost as he continued to pump his cum in me. "I hope I knock you up baby…" Groaning softly, I gripped his cock tightly inside me and thrusted my hips against him. My rapist groaned loudly and continued to move in and out of me in slow motions as he kissed my cheeks and throat. We stayed like that, in what seems forever, but there is a forever in anything you read, see or hear. I felt him slowly slide out of my abused pussy and the weight on the couch lifted. He didn't speak to me the entire time I heard the shower running, he fixing himself a cup of coffee nor when he proceeded to get dressed and make a phone call on his cell. I didn't care, I laid on my couch, bound and waiting for the next step. I felt him move near to me and kneel beside me as he gently began to loosen my bonds. His fingers were soft as he caressed my body and this time, I moved with his hands – giving the reaction my rapist deserved. "Now, I'm loosening these bonds and I'm going to step out and leave. When you hear your clock chime then you may undo your bonds and clean yourself up. If you so much as go to the police, I will make sure all my buddies have a chance to fill your mouth, your pussy and your ass then I will sell you to someone. Understood love?" "Ye..yes, I understand." I nodded obediently, shivering as I moved my sore wrists around a bit. Suddenly I felt his bare hand smack my thighs; with a whimper, I stopped moving around. "I said wait…" So I waited. He left and I waited for that damn clock chime. I heard him hum some type of song for the CD he had had playing, the click of his shoes hit the wooden floor in the hallway. I know he stopped for a moment, looking at me – I could hear his breath rise and fall rapidly. For that, I gave my bottom a little wiggle. Yet he didn't come back; he just laughed and continued out the door and into the sidewalk out front. Chime you damn clock. With the finality of the chime, I slowly undid my bounds and started to whimper as the blood rushed back into my wrists. Rubbing them gently, I only realized I was still blindfolded. With slow movements, I undid the blindfold. The sky was dimming and night would soon be on us but I didn't seem to care. Looking around, whatever mess there should have been – it wasn't there unless you are thinking the mess between my legs, his cum slowly slipping from my cunt. I shifted and moaned and took another sweep around the room when I noticed he had taken my panties and there was a business card on the coffee table in front of me. With a smile, I gently plucked it from the basket of dried flowers and began to look it over. "I know you wanted this. We both know it. There is no shame. I want to fuck you again… soon. This is my private number. Call Me. Sincerely, Jonathan. PS – I bet you are rubbing your pussy right now." Ridiculous! Until I looked down and found three fingers buried deep into my soaked pussy. With a moan, I leaned back and reread the card over and over again. Jonathon. Fuck yes, I did want it and I would call him. I felt my clit begin to tinkle, my pussy tighten – I came with the thought of him in me; I came with the desire building… I came with his name on my lips. The End.