0 comments/ 13710 views/ 1 favorites The Last Dance By: Erotic_Angel A soft groan slipped from her lips as her vision began to clear, her eyes fluttering open to take in her surroundings. Where was she? How had she gotten here? All she could see were murky shapes, clouded by patches of shadows. "Think," she whispered to herself as she shook her head, the soft motion making her vision blur once more, and she frowned softly. Raising one hand, she found the movement hampered. She has shackled! Her eyes widened at this and she tried her other arm, it too, was shackled, as were her ankles, bound to this table upon which she lay, the rough surface now registering in her foggy mind. The soft creak of hinges drew her attention, and she turned her head where a sliver of soft light filtered through the doorway, now revealed as someone pushed open the old, wooden door. Then he was there, and it flooded back to her in a rush, making her gasp. She remembered the alley and the soft, whispering voice, which had drawn her; and his eyes, oh God, his eyes. She had never seen such pools of darkness before, such shimmering orbs, and they had looked straight through her, as through seeing to the depths of her soul. Soft footfalls sounded through the room and she locked her blue eyes onto the dark shape which drew near to her, her heart hammering in her chest, and the voice, his voice, whispered out in it's rich, seductive tones. "You are awake lil one, this is good." The very sound of his voice made her feel as though she had no will, it seemed to stroke every nerve in her body, to light fires inside her which she had never known before, and she stared up at him mutely, unable to speak, to utter even a soft whisper as she watches him. His hand descended through the shadows, soft fingers playing gently over her cheek, down the soft curve of her neck, tracing further down, over the swell of one breast, pausing there, he cupped the firm globe In his hand and watched her, a smile curving his lips. She felt her body respond, the nipple hardening in his grip, the soft flow of electricity from his lightest touch and she whimpered, the first sound she had made since he entered the room. His smile only grew as he heard this, his gaze locking with hers, knowing soon, she would be his, in every way he desired, and he desired so very much. Mortal women were such wonderful playthings. He leaned down towards her, taking in a deep unneeded breath, catching the sweet scent of her mortality as it flowed through her veins like nectar, a rumbling growl of growing need rippling up his throat. The sound of his growl made her wet, instantly, and she shivered atop the table, her eyes wide as she felt him so close to her, his hand still plying the soft flesh of her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers slowly, teasing the hard bud. Finally releasing the nipple, his hand drifted lower still, brushing over the top of her skirt, teasing her throbbing flesh gently as his voice whispered in her ear. "You wish this, don't you, lil one? To feel my touch, to feel my desire?" His voice again made a shiver move through her and she found herself nodding, managing to push a few words out in a broken whisper. "Yes, oh yes, please!" Shocked at the words even as they slipped from her. What was she doing?? She knew inside she should be telling him to stop, to be pleading for her release, and yet she found herself wanting him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life. Her entire body sang out to be touched by him. As though he could feel this, he laughed, low, deep ripples of sound as he rose over her; his hands tearing her shirt open in one impossibly quick motion, exposing her full, ripe breasts to his gaze. She gasped as the cool air struck her skin, and felt her nipples harden under its chill caress. A small groan escaped her as she gazed up at him. He smiled, his hands moving to cup both of the globes now, mauling them, squeezing them, torturing the pliant skin in his strong grip as he watched her expression, the ecstasy which flowered over her delicate features, and it thrilled him. His hands moved once more, tearing her skirt and panties from her lithe form, leaving her naked and helpless before him, the gleam in his eyes flashing red for a moment as he licked his lips. 'Such beauty." He murmured as he let his hands roam over her body. She writhed under his touch, her eyes still locked with his, unable to pull away as she felt herself responding to his touch, to his voice, to everything about him. Unable, and now unwilling to stop this, she simply allowed her mind to blank, to let the sensations rule her as she twisted in the shackles, her excitement glistening on her inner thighs. His hand dipped low, scooping his fingers between the moist petals of her sex, the tips of the fingers flickering softly and slowly over her swelling clit and she cried out softly, whimpering as her hips almost bucked upwards. He laughed once more at the wanton response, such a lovely little slut, this mortal was, so willing, so heated, and soon, he would have her entirely, in more ways than she had ever dreamed of. Moving slowly, he stripped down, his strong body revealed to her, his skin toned, the color of alabaster in the dim light and he moves up, grasping his growing cock in his hand and playing the head over her soft lips slowly as his voice filled her mind, taking her over completely. "You want this, don't you? To taste of me? To feel this between your lips?" The silk head of his cock danced over her lips as he whispered to her mind. She moaned and parted her lips in response, suckling him into the warm, wet depths of her mouth, and he groaned in pleasure as he felt her velvet tongue lap over his shaft, his hand once more driving down over her body to plunge his fingers into her wet pussy. Thrusting slowly to match her rhythm over his flesh, he watched her body writhe, her full breasts bouncing lightly as her hips thrust to his hand. His smile only grew as she sucked him hard and deep, his fingers plying her pussy, playing it like a musical instrument, knowing she was going to release soon, he thrust harder, deeper, faster, and she cried out about his cock as the orgasm exploded through her trembling form, her hips bucking madly as her juices flowed like a heady wine, coating his fingers. He removed the digits, bringing them to his lips and sucking the lusty fluid from his flesh as she watched her, slowly withdrawing his cock from her mouth to walk to the end of the table, staring at her gleaming pussy with hunger in his eyes. She whimpered, biting her lower lip as she watched his expression, and as he lowered himself, and she felt his lips locking about her clit, she cried out, arching up against the bonds, which held her tight to the table. His lips worked over her flesh heatedly, teasing and sucking the swollen bud of her clit, his tongue plunging deeply into her pussy, ravaging the wet entrance with almost savage thrusts as he growled out in pleasure, his hands grasping her hips firmly as he tongue fucked this mortal slut. Feeling her cum yet again, he growled low once more and the fangs descended, piercing the flesh of her clit swiftly, causing her to scream in ecstasy as he began to drink from the tender flesh, purring against her as her sweet vitae flowed down his throat. Not wishing to take too much, not yet, he lapped at the tiny wounds, watching them close, the flesh sealed as though nothing had ever happened and he rose, staring down at her now, the beast in him on the surface, his lust and hunger apparent in his eyes. Freeing her ankles in an abrupt motion, his hands gripped her legs and ripped them apart, opening her wide to him, his cock plunging into her pussy with an almost joyous abandon. The savage thrust making her scream again as her hips jerked, his cock stretching her sweet pussy wide, the walls clamping down about him in hunger as she whimpers and thrashed under the assault. Waiting until his cock was covered and slick with her juice, he then withdrew, placing the head to her tight little star, the entrance to her heart shaped ass and thrust roughly, enjoying her cries of pain as he groaned at how tight she was. Such pleasure in her ass, and he pumped viciously, thrusting his entire length into the slut as she screamed and moaned, owned by the pleasure and pain which tore through her in waves of fire. Close now, he was so very close, and he withdrew from her tight ass with a soft popping sound, grinning sadistically down at his prize before slamming home into her pussy once more, thrusting hard and fast, releasing her legs, he bent down over her, roughly jerking her head to the side, his fangs once more piercing the flesh of her neck, drinking deeply this time, sucking her dry as he fucked her like she had never been fucked before. She screamed, her entire body overtaken, her cries dimming as he drank and pounded into her sweet flesh, orgasm after orgasm rushing through her until she felt nothing, everything dimmed and went black, the last sigh of her mortal life slipping from her as she died beneath him. Rising, he looked down at her, his bloody seed dripping from her well used pussy, her body limp on the table and he grinned, zipping himself back into his pants before he turned and strode from the room. It was time to hunt, time to prepare another mortal slut for the fuck of her life. The Last Dance You know when you look back at your earliest works and you laugh your ass off? Well, this is one of those. I wrote this bleak attempt at a crime drama/thriller when I was 17 and experimenting with different genres. *shuddering* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The air circulating through the woods was damp and pungent. There were no stars in the spacious night sky above. In the distance, the sounds of night creatures were a constant drone to the shadowy figure among them. With the passage of time, the shadow shifted and moved. The figure descended to the ground, not disturbing the surrounding foliage around him. He pressed his cheek to the ground, listening to the nighttime sounds, waiting for a certain opportunity to present itself to him. He did not have to wait long. His chance came to him in the form of a young woman, alone and unprotected. She was walking along the narrow path which wound its way through the forest, towards the area where the Shadow Man lay, watching her. She did not see him. He was pleased at this. The Shadow Man was also satisfied with her reaction at the moment of reckoning. Yes, I enjoy it very much, he continued to muse, as he dragged the young woman's limp form into his truck, which was waiting under the cover of trees. He was content for the time being. * * * Detective Shawn Williams knew when he arrived early at the police station that morning that something serious had occurred. The officers within the work areas were frantic. The large switchboard that was affixed to the wall literally blazed with light, marking the many phone calls that were plaguing the small station. On the other side of the chaotic room, Williams found Captain Taylor, who notified him of the situation. "All hell has broken loose in this town, Shawn. The daughter of one of our city's most wealthy contributors was kidnapped last night, we have absolutely no leads concerning the condition of the girl or the identity of her assailant, and there is an extremely long line of reporters outside of the station's door." The captain pulled Williams to the side and whispered, "I don't think that I need to tell you that the pressure to put an end to this thing is closing around the whole department. The girl's family has hired their own private detective to try and outdo us. If we don't find something to tell them about this soon, all of our badges will be hung in their mansion as trophies!" Captain Taylor let go of Williams and strode a short distance and looked out of a nearby window. Williams waited patiently until the captain continued. "I know that there is more than one night's mess to clean up, Williams. More than one girl. I haven't forgotten that, but unfortunately that's how our system works. As soon as something happens to either a rich or famous person - or someone who has ties to someone rich or famous - then the police goes into overdrive to catch the criminal." The captain watched the frenzied mob of reporters outside of the station's third story window. "Look at them. They're scrambling around like ants at a picnic. Trying to get something, anything to put on their broadcasts or write in their papers. They won't get a damn thing; not if I have anything to say about it!" His face was tightly drawn with annoyance. "That doesn't mean that they will give up, though. They've already gotten to a hell of a start this morning. Phone calls from tabloids, newspapers and crank calls! Look at this wall, for Christ's sake! It's lit up worse than a Fourth of July celebration in Vegas!" The Captain was obviously distressed. "I've noticed," said Williams. He followed the captain into his office. "How does this crime fit with the others?" At his desk, the captain leaned forward in his chair. "All seven of these crimes, including the one last night, were all committed in some wooded area." Williams let out a long sigh of frustration. "That doesn't help much. Jesus, what the hell do you think Grosse Arbre, or 'Big Tree' for people who don't know French, is full of? Forests and woods! What are we going to do now?" Williams couldn't disguise his sarcasm as he bolted out of his chair. "Close down all of our city's parks? Tell those reporters that these young women were being abducted and murdered by Bigfoot? Warn females to beware of the Big Bad Wolf?" The captain got up and stood face-to-face with Williams. "Don't patronize me, dammit! I'm doing all that I can for now! All of these grieving parents, the reporters, and the big-shot rich guy who's demanding justice because his daughter is missing, and now you! I'm counting on you to handle this situation, and possibly catch this maniac before he does this again!" The captain took a deep breath before continuing, "A friend of the victim's discovered the crime scene when she saw an item that belonged to the missing girl. I want you to check the scene for clues that we may have missed. I'm sorry if my ideas on handling this case seem a bit off, but I thought that you of all people would understand the need to protect others from this fate." Williams knew exactly what the captain was referring to. Too well. He remembered a crime, exactly like this one, a year before. That case involved a young woman that Williams knew. Intimately. Mentally shaking himself out of his reverie, Williams realized that the captain was still talking to him. "I'm sorry. What did you say, Sir?" The Captain shook his head. "I said that if you're feeling overwhelmed with this task, I could find someone else to handle this case." "That won't be necessary, Sir." Williams was now determined to seek out whoever was responsible for the deaths of these women and... he didn't want to think about it. Not right then. Not ever. "You can count on me, Sir. I won't let you down." * * * It seems to get easier all the time, thought the Shadow Man, as he continued to drive down the abandoned road, towards his hideout. He dwelled on the details of the kidnapping in his mind's eye, cherishing them. He recalled the preparation, the timing, and the skill of his latest accomplishment. He was consumed with pleasure when he remembered how easily he was able to get his hands on the stuff that he needed to pull it off. Before he grabbed the girl, he took great care in pouring an agreeable amount of chloroform onto a sterilized white cloth before sneaking up behind her and smothering her. He wasn't sure of how much to use, but the results were satisfactory. She fought him, of course, but she learned quickly that she was no match for him. Shadow Man laughed at this. He had also checked to make sure when he was loading her into his truck that she was still alive. He was not disappointed. Yes, he wanted her to be alive, so she could pay, just like the others did. The Shadow Man glanced over at his still unconscious passenger. How fresh and young she is, he thought. She will be perfect. Smiling cruelly, the Shadow Man turned on the radio and started to hum "Killing Me Softly" along with the music. The Last Dance Dust motes danced in the air like tiny fairies, captured in the pale yellow sunlight streaming in through the tall windows. Eleanor sat relaxed in her high backed chair, with her book open on her knee. Her eyes stared unseeing out into the garden as the birds pecked at the bread crumbs on the lawn. Her silver hair curled in wispy tendrils around her lined face. The faint vestiges of beauty were still evident in the slant of her cheek bones and the arch of her brow, but her hazel eyes were faded and her skin papery with age. The house was blissfully silent. Jessie had gone out for a couple of hours to visit her new friend. As much as she loved the girl, Eleanor was rather relieved to have some peace and quiet; it allowed her time to sift through her memories and enjoy the familiar creaks of the old house. Jessie had the annoying habit of playing her music loud whenever she was around. Either that or she was singing tunelessly. Still, reflected Eleanor, she brought much needed life into the old house. Her own children were long gone and she had no one left any more. Marie had died of cancer twenty seven years ago and Eleanor still missed her very much. She had found it hard to come to terms with the loss of her youngest daughter. It did not seem right to out-live one's children and she had asked God many times why Marie had been taken from her. He had never answered of course and Eleanor doubted He ever would. Sarah, Marie's sister, moved to Australia three years after Marie died, and Eleanor had only heard from her a few times since then. They had never been close and when Marie passed away, the ties holding them together finally snapped. Eleanor just couldn't reach Sarah; their grief kept them apart, each locked in their own private hell. Aaron had passed away a decade before Marie. She still missed her beloved husband every second of every day. He had been the love of her life and when he was killed in a senseless accident, she had honestly believed that she couldn't go on any longer. But Marie had made her see that life was for living and she had eventually found the strength to smile again. It had been a whole lot harder when Marie died. But Eleanor carried on regardless. If it was God's will that she survived all of them, then so be it. She had slowly learned to find pleasure in the smallest things and to take each day as it came. The day Jessie rescued the tiny kitten had been one of those days. Oliver had very nearly frozen to death after being abandoned by a callous neighbour. Jessie had heard the pitiful meowing from inside a bin bag, as she walked back from the shop one evening. Upon investigation, she had found a small, pathetic bundle of misery, shoved into a bag and cruelly left to die. Jessie had brought the shivering kitten into the house and given it some warm milk and tuna fish. Neither of them had thought the tiny creature would survive the night, but miraculously the courageous kitten had fought his way back from the brink of death. As the days passed, he grew stronger and his cheeky personality soon emerged. Despite his naughty nature, Eleanor grew to love the cat dearly. He had certainly made up for his poor start in life - he had not stopped eating since! Jessie constantly scolded Eleanor for passing him titbits off her plate, but she took no notice. She had very little appetite these days and it didn't hurt to pass some food to Oliver now and again. Her reward for all the subterfuge was a purring bundle of fur on her bed every night; that and absolutely no mice anywhere in the house. Eleanor smiled as she recalled Jessie's disgust the first time Oliver had bought a 'present' back for them. A small rodent deposited on the back step was not Jessie's idea of a gift. She had screamed blue murder at the sight of the decapitated corpse. Oliver had merely sat there looking extremely pleased with his feline self. Eleanor coughed slightly and pulled her shawl tightly around her shoulders; the air was growing chilly now the sun had dropped down behind the tall fir trees. A heavy blanket across her knees kept her legs warm and she closed her eyes, feeling the drowsiness of age slipping over her like a comfortable shroud. The faint noises from the distant street faded away and she drifted into a dreamy state, her hands loosening on the worn paperback novel she held on her lap. Gradually her head nodded forward and the book slowly slid un-noticed onto the worn rug. The ancient grandfather clock in the hall struck five, but Eleanor was unaware. Darkness crept gradually over the room as the old lady slept on, her breathing raspy and shallow. Oliver wandered in, his paws silent on the Persian rug as he looked for a warm place to sleep. He stared unblinkingly at the old lady for a moment and debated whether to jump up and snuggle on the blanket. But his stomach reminded him it was nearly supper time and he decided to head for the kitchen in search of food instead. He knew Jessie had left some chicken breasts out to defrost because he could smell them with his sensitive nose. The thought of chicken was far too tempting to resist and with an idle yawn he trotted away, his tail twitching. The shadows lengthened and the clock ticked on. Reflections from distant car head-lights lit up the room in with occasional bursts of illumination. A streak of light caught the pictures lined up on the mantle and a smiling girl stared out into the room, her dark hair caught in a moment of time. In the photograph next to the girl, a young man stood laughing, his arms wrapped firmly around a youthful Eleanor. Eleanor smiled dreamily in her sleep. She could faintly hear the notes of The Blue Danube, her favourite waltz. How they had loved to dance the evenings away... The parties had been wonderful; beautiful people shimmering and laughing amidst the elegance of the old house. Dancing all night long until the sun rose over the trees and tiredness set in. They were magical times. The sounds of the music and the laughter gradually roused her from the cocoon of sleep. She sleepily opened her eyes and blinked a little. Candles burned on the mantle and the room was bathed in a golden glow. The scent of tangy floral notes filled the air and she struggled to deal with the sensation that something wasn't quite right. The old gramophone in the corner played the familiar notes of the waltz and Eleanor found herself floating, listening with remembered pleasure. It had been a long time since she had heard the music. She was more used to the grating sounds of dance music and hip hop blasting out of the kitchen these days. The sound of her name being called softly startled her once again. Her eyes opened in surprise when she realised a man was standing in front of her. She wondered if she was still dreaming and quickly blinked a couple of times. But the man was still there when she looked again. "Shall we dance my dear?" he asked with a smile, his hand held out in invitation. Eleanor wanted to speak, but her lips stubbornly refused to obey her. She moved her mouth, but nothing came out. Instead she stared up into the dark eyes and handsome face of her companion. He waited patiently for her response, his mouth curled in amusement. Helplessly Eleanor took his proffered hand and stood shakily. Glancing down at herself she realised in wonderment she was wearing the elegant crimson silk dress she had worn for their famous Valentine's Ball in 1933. Her hand was smooth; the skin milky white and no longer stained with the brown discolouration of age. She reached upwards and touched her face. The wrinkles and lines were gone; her cheeks satin smooth. With a shocked cry she dashed over to the huge gilt mirror hanging above the fire place. Her own reflection stared back at her, the face of a young and vibrant woman again. Her ebony hair hung in glossy waves over her shoulders. The young man stood behind her, his hands resting on her slim waist. Eleanor spun round to face him. "How?" she asked in wonderment. He merely smiled enigmatically and taking her hands, he pulled her into the familiar movements of the waltz. Round and round the room they danced, the music flowing over them hypnotically. Eleanor lost herself in the pleasure of the fluid movements. She laughed out loud as he led them around the room in time with the music. It had been so long; too long... How they had loved to dance. Aaron had enjoyed it as much as she. She smiled up at him, her head still struggling to comprehend what her heart was telling her. "Aaron, I...don't understand," she said as they slowed down, the music ending. "You don't need to understand," he said quietly. "I am here and that is enough." Eleanor stared at him in bemusement. It had been so many years since her eyes had gazed upon his beloved features. It just made no sense at all. How was it he was here with her now and they were young again? She had to be dreaming; it just wasn't possible. But she didn't care. It felt real enough right now. The feel of Aaron's hard body against hers was immensely pleasurable. She revelled in the unfamiliar strength flooding through her veins; old age had long been her constant companion. Aaron halted beneath the mantle. For a second Eleanor gazed up at him, her heart thumping wildly. Unfamiliar sensations of desire swept through her body. Her senses were alive and humming in anticipation of something, although she knew not what. They stared intently into one another's eyes. The tension crackled like electricity, the candles beneath the mirror spluttering hot wax. Eleanor watched hypnotised, as the flames flickered and cast mysterious shadows over Aarons face. His eyes darkened and his lips parted slightly. "I love you," he whispered. "Oh Aaron," she replied. A single solitary tear slid down her velvety cheek. The intensity of her emotions frightened her. She knew this couldn't be happening, but it felt so real. The joy of being with her beloved Aaron again was acute. Lifting a hand, she reached and cupped his face, feeling the faint stubble on his chin. Surely these details would not be in a dream, she told herself. Still she tried to fight the growing conviction that something mysterious was happening; something beyond the realms of her understanding. A slow realisation began to dawn. Today was the anniversary of his death - Valentines Day. She had almost forgotten the date; at her age the days just seemed to merge into one long stretch of endless time. She really should have known what day it was. Jessie had seemed unusually happy this morning and Eleanor had fleetingly wondered why. The girl had bounced around the house with a spring in her step and even the smallest things had not been too much trouble. Eleanor knew Jessie had a young man she liked. She had talked about him frequently enough over the last few weeks. He was called Samuel she seemed to think. Or was it Michael? Her memory wasn't what it used to be. Not that she could ever forget the night Aaron was killed. Her blood ran cold and she shivered at the painful memory. He seemed to sense the chill in her and he pulled her into the circle of his arms. "Don't think about that now," he told her, his chin resting on the top of her head. That was easier said than done however. She tried to dispel the memory of the Police Officers standing on the porch, their faces grave and sad. They tried to be gentle but there was never an easy way to tell somebody that their loved one had been killed by a drunk driver. It was a senseless death; Aaron had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The irony was he should have been at home with her. Instead he had made the short journey to the shop for some milk -- all because she had forgotten to buy some. It had been over in an instant and he was pronounced dead at the scene. The driver had been a young kid who didn't even have a license to drive. Aaron's life had been snuffed out in the blink of an eye -- all because of a cheap thrill ride by a stupid boy trying to impress his friends. Eleanor shivered in anguish. The months that followed were bleak, coloured only by a million shades of black. It took a long time for the sun to shine again, but one day she knew that it was finally time to move on. Aaron took a step back and tilted her chin upwards. "Look at me, Eleanor," he commanded. She gazed at him and drank in his familiar features joyfully, the pain abating once more in the pleasure of his presence. "Don't think about the sad things now. Think only of the here and now. We don't have long like this, so just enjoy the time we have. Soon we will be together forever, but for now let's dance..." He clicked his fingers and the music began to play again. Aaron took her hand and placed his arm around her waist. With a smile they moved off into the first steps of the waltz, their feet lighter than air, dancing round the familiar room as if they had never stopped. On and on they danced, the music as endless as the pleasure it invoked. The candles carried on burning brightly, wisps of smoke curling upwards towards the high vaulted ceiling. It was if time had stood still for a few precious hours. Eleanor had never been so happy; it was a magical time and she prayed that it would never end. * * * When Jessie returned to the house, she was surprised to find it dark and in shadow. It was unusual. Eleanor would normally turn the lights on as the daylight faded. She was old, but she was more than capable of moving round the house and doing simple tasks like that. Jessie unlocked the back door, humming to herself. On her finger a large diamond ring sparkled brightly. She was so excited about what had happened this afternoon -- Sam had asked her to marry him! She couldn't wait to tell Eleanor. She could hardly wait to announce it to the whole damn world! Oliver brushed past her legs purring loudly and Jessie reached down to scratch his ears. Then she remembered the chicken she had left out and cursed loudly. "You better not have eaten that chicken, cat!" she said in warning as Oliver wound in and out of her legs. He looked at her unblinkingly and almost appeared to grin in a catlike way. Jessie's heart sank. He had eaten it - she just knew it...damn that cat! Quickly she went through and switched the lights on in the kitchen. Sure enough - the chicken was gone. An empty plate left on the shelf and a very fat cat was the only evidence a crime had been committed. Jessie was about to clobber the cat when it occurred to her that the house was unnaturally quiet. There was a very strange feeling in the air and for a moment the fine hairs in the back of her neck stood up. "Eleanor?" she called loudly. Surely the old woman had not gone to bed. She did tend to nod off on a fairly regular basis, but it was much too early for her to have turned in for the night -- besides, they had not had tea yet. She walked through the kitchen and into the back hallway. "Eleanor?" she called again, louder this time. Still Jessie had no reply. She could smell the faint odour of candles burning and she wondered why Eleanor would have lit candles. They were never lit -- they sat on the mantle for decoration rather than light. Switching lights on as she went, Jessie made her way through the house towards the living room where she had left the old lady sitting in her chair with her book. It was almost dark outside and Jessie was beginning to feel a little spooked. It was odd that Eleanor had not answered her -- even if she had fallen asleep, she should have woken up by now. The grandfather clock struck six o'clock with a series of loud booming chimes. Jessie walked into the living room and she could just about make out the shape of Eleanor sat in her chair, partially illuminated in the moonlight shining through the tall windows. "Hey sleepyhead!" said Jessie as she walked over to the lamps by the fireplace. "You haven't been asleep all afternoon have you?" she scolded good-naturedly. That's strange, thought Jessie as she switched the lamps on. There were wisps of smoke drifting from the wicks on the candles. It was almost as if they had only just been blown out. The gramophone in the corner of the room had the lid up and several of the records had been moved. "Have you been having a party while I've been out?" Jessie asked as she headed over to Eleanor's chair. Eleanor sat slumped in her chair, her head tilted to one side and her eyes closed. She looked peacefully asleep, but when Jessie reached out for her hand, she did not move and her chest was still. Jessie's heart stopped a moment and her blood froze in her veins. This was the moment she had been dreading for years -- the old lady had finally passed away. Jessie knelt at her feet, still holding her hand tightly. She could not have stopped the tears falling even if she had wanted to. "Oh Eleanor..." she sobbed, "I am going to miss you..." She looked up, her eyes blurred with tears, and suddenly realised that the old lady was smiling joyfully even in death. Her face was utterly serene and she looked much happier than she had in a long time. Jessie took some comfort from the fact that Eleanor had passed away so peacefully. She could only hope that she had gone to a better place. * * * From far above, Eleanor watch the scene as she stood hand in hand with her beloved Aaron. She wished she could comfort Jessie, but she knew she could not help her now. It was time for her to move on. But one day she would see Jessie again, although hopefully not for a long time. Jessie was young and she had a whole lifetime to live before she came here. "Come Eleanor," Aaron said gently. "Marie is waiting for us..." Eleanor's face lit up with a brilliant smile. She was so happy to be reunited with the people she loved most in the world. Holding hands they walked into the light. The Last Dance I wrote this story as a request from a reader so hope you like it. I have added a longer ending to this version as I sort of left the original hanging. At the time it sounded like a good idea but maybe it wasn't. Please email me with your comments or suggestions. * Doris and her husband, Randy, were meeting two other couples at the nightclub on the Red Mile at 42nd Street. About two or three times a year, the couples went out to relax and have some fun. The men usually were quite content to just sit there all night and have as many beers as they could hold. The women on the other hand, liked to dance and were constantly on the dance floor, as there was no shortage of available men to dance with. Many of the men came back for seconds and thirds, but the women were just happy to be letting loose. Doris had been drinking screwdrivers and the sneaky vodka was beginning to make her feel a little tipsy. She decided to do more dancing, as she thought that should wear off some of the alcohol. The floor was always very crowded, which enabled the guys to cop a few feels along the way, and Doris certainly was in no mood to reject any affection on this night. It was actually quite thrilling to act risqué once in awhile. After all, she thought, what harm could a few feels be? Every once in awhile, one or two of the girls would go back to the table to put in an appearance so the husbands wouldn't object to their dancing. During one of the breaks, Doris giggled when Dawn described the hard cock that this one guy pressed so tight against her; she thought it would leave a permanent mark. Doris told her that one guy kept asking her to dance but she was getting afraid to accept, as he kept talking dirty to her. Once he even grabbed her hand and placed it right over his hard cock. "Can you imagine that?" she asked her friend. The girls huddled closer and she confided to Dawn how damn good it felt, but it was just too bad it belonged to a jerk. Soon both girls were back on the dance floor and having a great time. Doris wasn't too happy when the jerk cut in on the next dance, but she agreed to dance, as he was a good dancer. If only he would not try to body fuck her while on a crowded dance floor, she would have felt more at ease. Again he felt her up at every opportunity and she was even mad at herself for letting him take liberties. The man even managed to get a good feel of her boobs during one song. Since there were so many on the floor, she saw no reason to make a scene whenever the jerk molested her, and she just did her best to get away from his advances. Finally a song ended and she begged off the next one, as she just had to use the ladies room. With a quick turn, she was gone before he could say a word. Finding the restrooms, she was just about to put her hand on the door when someone grabbed her from behind. Quickly, the strong hands twisted her slender body and forced her into the men's washroom, which was right next door. Not resisting too hard at first, Doris thought it was someone who she knew and they were playing a trick on her. Suddenly, she realized that she was all the way inside the men's room and abruptly became afraid, as she didn't think any of her friends would do this to her. A strong hand grabbed a handful of the back of her blouse and held her firmly, so she could not turn around. She couldn't see who was forcing her and suddenly she was shoved forward to the long countertop, which contained a couple of sinks. This all happened in a matter of seconds and she really didn't have time to yell or scream. Had she known she was in trouble, she certainly would have yelled her head off. The attacker forced her to bend over at the sinks, using enough force that she protested the harsh treatment. Then she used the sternest voice she could muster. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She began to struggle harder but was not able to get free, as she was in such an awkward position. Her hands were spread about a foot apart on the counter to prevent herself from falling over when she was pushed hard towards the sinks. Looking up, Doris saw that there was a mirror directly in front of her and she gazed into it with a worried look. Right behind her and forcing her to bend over the countertop was the jerk who had molested her on the dance floor. With a start, she yelled at the man. "Stop this at once or I'll scream my bloody head off!" Smiling with an evil grin, the man simply gave her blouse a quick jerk to show his superior power and then he reached down. He grabbed the lower hem of her skirt and flipped it up to her waist in one easy motion. Doris stared into the mirror wide-eyed, as she watched in horror when her bare flesh was brazenly exposed. The man let go of her skirt and undid his jeans, pulling out his long, hard cock. Doris almost fainted when he jerked it up and down vigorously and her eyes never left the overpowering weapon. 'Oh no,' she thought when it became obvious what his intentions were. Then he moved closer to Doris and began slapping her exposed ass with the top portion of his overgrown cock. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the compact room and she actually welcomed the punishment he rained on her now reddening ass-cheeks. Doris was so shocked by what he was doing that she remained absolutely motionless, as if waiting for his next punishment. A shudder of despair shot through her body and she found her voice. "Please don't, please," she begged the man to stop and leave her alone. His only response was to let go of his ramrod and grab the elastic edge of her shear, thong panties. Doris twisted and turned in an attempt to get away, but he held her steady between his body and the counter. The man roughly pulled the elastic from around her leg and twisted it to the side, which allowed the cool air to wash over the sensitive flesh between her thighs. A violent shudder went through her body when she realized she was exposed to this creature and he might fuck her right there in a dirty washroom. Doris sobbed and cried, as she looked behind. She noticed the man aiming his meat at her exposed backside and she jerked forward in an attempt to escape the assault. Her upper thighs pushed against the countertop, which prevented any movement or getaway. Suddenly his cock disappeared from her vision and her heart stopped, waiting for it to happen. When the burning cock touched her skin, Doris almost passed out from fright. Her protests became louder, but the man never heard a word she uttered. His only response caused more uncertainty in the pit of her stomach. "You teased me all night with that sexy body of yours... waved that sexy ass at me and now I am going to have the last dance." She could see his smile displayed in the mirror and knew she was not going to be able to reason with him at all. The tip of his enraged cock pressed into her crotch and her breathing momentarily held, as she knew what was about to happen. Doris could see that his glazed eyes were totally focused on what he was doing behind her and suddenly, she felt the head of his big cock slip between her wet pussy lips. 'Oh, gawd no,' she thought, 'why am I so wet?' Doris reasoned it was likely due to all the dancing and exercise she had been doing throughout the evening. "I'm going to fuck you... pretty lady," he said to Doris and embedded his monster with a sudden shove. All at once, she was astonished when he filled her cunt like never before. Her juices coated the thick shaft and he was quickly able to pump his iron in and out. Doris held onto the counter with all her strength so he wouldn't shove her head into the mirror. All the while, she stared at the dirty bastard who was forcing himself upon her. Doris resisted with all her might, but she told herself that the man was just too strong for her to get free. He began pumping in and out at a furious pace and the long, deliberate strokes were something new to Doris. When he thrust his powerful hips with all his strength, his cock hit places never before touched by any other. All of a sudden the strangest feeling formed deep within her loins and she shuddered from the fear of what it meant. Doris questioned how she could feel anything close to arousal with this jerk fucking her in a public washroom? A second and then a third electric spasm shot through her tender body, which filled her with great disbelief. Her protests renewed with vigor and she pleaded with him to stop at once. "Please stop, don't do this to me," she pleaded with him. Doris would never forget her next recollection. She glanced into the mirror and noticed that the man had both hands on the cheeks of her exposed ass, as there was no need to restrain her upper body. Doris realized that it was possible to jump up and run, yet she was unwilling to move. The power of the stranger pounding his cock into her, forced Doris to shut her eyes tightly in an attempt to hide the mirror images of her rising shame. She continued the viselike grip on the counter to prevent being driven forward into the glass, which would certainly hurt her. The man's rapid fucking quickly took a toll on his stamina and it faded fast. What Doris heard next caused her heart to stop for a split second. She vigorously renewed her struggle to get free when the washroom door opened and she realized someone was entering the room. Everything happened fast and there didn't seem to be an easy solution for her dilemma. Just as she managed to slide a little to one side, the man grabbed the back of her head. He wrapped his fingers into her long, curly hair and she had to turn her head sideways, as he forced her face into the glass. Doris listened intently when the man spoke to the person who entered. "She teased the hell out of me all night... letting me feel her sexy ass and those big tits. Now I'm giving her what she wants... a big fuckin' dick!" Doris felt the big shaft swell in anticipation and she knew the man was about to empty his demon load deep inside her pussy. She screamed for him to stop, as it wasn't right. "No, no, please don't," she begged, but he just ignored her and rode the roller coaster of lust. "Help, help," she called out to the new person who had obviously entered yet there was no response. Small spasms rocketed through her loins and they seemed to be tied directly to her resolve. For some strange reason she was unable to stop her erotic reactions to what the stranger was doing to her. Dejected and ashamed with feelings of guilt, she closed her eyes tightly. The darkness felt good and her body belied her earlier protests and she merely sobbed in defeat, which caused her body to shake out of control. Suddenly he exploded and shot the burning, hot lava into her deepest reaches. Her tender body shook like crazy when cum washed over the virgin cervix and she accepted his seed. The muscles of her vagina tightened with as much force as her body could muster and she milked the big cock like a slut. Another electric shock shot through her body, as an impending orgasm swelled deep within. Afraid to take the death-defying leap, Doris tried to save her soul. 'No, no,' she said to herself. 'I just can't do it with this bastard!' There was a moment of relief when she felt the man's orgasm begin to subside. Doris knew she had come within an eyelash of climaxing, which would have been horrific. She uttered a small sigh for being saved great embarrassment, as she felt the return of a small measure of self-control. She opened her eyes and turned to face the mirror again, as she noticed a new fear. A guy was framed behind the jerk and it was very obvious what his intensions were. His pants were already down to his knees and he had is hard cock in his fist. The dreadful sight was overwhelming, as Doris realized that she was about to get fucked by another stranger. The first man who was still buried to his balls held her captive and there didn't seem to be anything she could do about it. Her heartbeat went from frenzied to zero when the washroom door opened again and she prayed for an escape. "Help! Help, these men are raping me," she yelled to the rescuer she hoped was entering. Over and over again Doris repeated her pleas until a new figure appeared in the mirror. All of a sudden she felt like a savior had arrived when Doris stared at her wide-eyes husband, Randy. A wave of relief washed over her and she assumed she was measly moments away from being saved from the two devils. There wasn't a sound in the small room and everyone stood deathly quiet, waiting for someone to say something. "What the hell are you doing to my wife," Randy yelled at the two strangers and suddenly moved in to grab the jerk who was just pulling his long cock out of his wife's cunt. Without warning, two more men entered the washroom and surrounded Randy, as each grabbed an arm to hold him steadfast. "Just hold still and you won't get hurt," was all that one of them said. They were young and very muscular and found it easy to hold Randy captive. The two men easily moved their prisoner away from the counter and Doris instantly realized Randy would be prevented from helping her escape. Randy watched in utter dismay when the other man who was about to fuck his wife renewed his attack. Doris was held in position by the first rapist, which enabled the second man to take his place at her backside. Randy stared into his wife's awestruck eyes, as she seemed to focus on the mirror images that were inches from her face. Doris stared at the reflection and noticed the image of the man's cock disappear from the mirror, hidden by her own naked ass. Her breath caught, as she felt his immediate thrust, and his cock was rammed to the hilt. The man remained embedded for seconds, enjoying the immense heat and joy of being buried in Doris' cunt. It had been awhile since he had fucked anyone and he was going to enjoy the moment very, very much. "Here, let me feel that wet cunt of yours," he said with a smile. Then the man reached around her flared hips and searched for the soaked, silky material still covering the upper portion of her precious pussy lips. He deliberately pinched the shear thong between his fingers and shifted it off to the side, which enabled him to expose her soul. His skilled fingers slipped into the wetness and closed over the protruding clitoris, as Doris thought she had been shot with a shotgun. Her hips thrust forward to meet his demanding fingers and the explosion was instantaneous. There was no place for her hips to go as they slammed into the countertop, driving the man's fingers deeper into her wetness. Guilt and shame filled her faithful mind when she looked at the mirror image to see Randy watching it all happen. His eyes were as big as saucers as he could see the big cock pumping in and out of his lovely wife. Not a sound came from his still lips, as he had never seen such an erotic sight. Randy knew he should be fighting with all his might, but he just couldn't bring himself to miss one brief image of what was happening in front of him. Doris was filled with utter disbelief when the orgasm quickly consumed her womanly body. As her husband watched, she felt the onslaught of the most violent orgasm of her life rush over her. She was unable to keep her hips still as they thrust madly at the attacker who was enjoying every second of her lust. Nothing like this had ever happened to the man and he was surely going to relish what this bitch was doing to him. The man took her higher and higher as the gigantic orgasm went on and on, caressing every nerve in her body. Doris locked her eyes on Randy and watched when he stared at what she was doing. His eyes never left her cunt and a man fucking the woman he loved seemed to mesmerize him. The stranger felt the rising passion and knew it would soon totally consume him. Doris' tight, hot cunt robbed his remaining stamina and his orgasm exploded with a fury. Short, powerful thrusts lifted Doris off the floor and the man filled her cunt with his seed, as she matched his strokes with power of her own. The other men in the room were breathing very heavy, as they witnessed the two sweaty bodies fucking before their very eyes. Loud moans of ecstasy came from Doris' throat when she went to the peak of the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. Never had she thrust so madly and been so out of control during sex. Her total being surrounded the head of this bastard's cock and she welcomed every inch of the throbbing meat. The guy grunted when he emptied his load, which was so vast that wet, slurping sounds erupted when the cum escaped the seal around his swollen cock. Slowly the creamy cum seeped from Doris' pussy and dropped to the floor, which incensed the other men in the room. Her eyes never left Randy and as the climax began to subside, Doris tried to send signals to tell her husband that she was sorry. None of it made any difference because Randy was only interested in what she was doing and it was in an aroused way. He had never witnessed the intense passion or lust from his wife and it was having a positive affect on his sexual desire. Doris was very confused. She could not understand how she could experience such a powerful orgasm under these circumstances. Two strangers had just forcibly fucked her and she had experienced an orgasm with her husband watching it all happen. More shame fueled her mind when she came to realize that she had wanted the big cock inside her. Yes, she wanted to be fucked by these monsters and it didn't matter that her husband was there. It was lust and she was totally aroused beyond any point in her life. She remained bent over the counter as the second man slowly removed his dwindling hardon. Hanging her head down, Doris glanced down with a blank stare and waited. The humiliation swept over her and Doris felt completely degraded by the overpowering lust swelling deep inside. Seconds went by yet still she waited, almost holding her breath in utter anticipation. The sounds of a zipper being lower roared through the room and Doris' heart began to beat faster. She flinched and jerked wildly when rough, strong hands closed over her burning ass. New hands, hands she had never felt before. Closing her eyes, Doris waited for it to happen. She had never felt such a dire need or desire for anything in her life, like she felt at that moment. In one quick motion, the hands grabbed the elastic waistband of the shear panties and smoothly rolled them to the floor. Doris allowed the stranger to strip her panties and she obediently remained motionless and waited. Suddenly the next hard cock rammed into her soaked pussy. A shriek of lust escaped her lips when the thick, long shaft plunged all the way in with one quick thrust. The man drove in so hard that it took her breath away momentarily. The stranger was fully aroused already and there was no need for any foreplay. He immediately began to pump with all of his strength and Doris raised her head to the mirror again. Her eyes were open and she noticed that there were still two men holding Randy captive. Her husband was being forced to comply and so was she. Doris reasoned that she was powerless against such strong men and they demanded she submit. Almost immediately, her muscles began to tighten and milk the intruding rod. Doris could feel the raging desire in her belly and she began to push back hard so that the cock could possess her cunt completely. She arched her back and gave everything to this intruder, as she clung to the clammy countertop with her hands. Without warning, new spasms rocked her frail body and it began all over again. Randy remained fully engrossed with the erotic encounter and he did not struggle to get free of his captors. As hard as it was to believe, it seemed that his wife was begging this stranger to fuck her. Her rapid thrusts were allowing the intruder to fully sink his shaft into her delirious cunt. Both were pumping with determination and it would not be long until two orgasms again filled the sleazy washroom. The Last Dance It seemed to get much hotter in the small room and Doris was becoming crazed when her temp rose to an unbearable level. Guilt and shame filled her completely, as she was unable to stop the rising tidal wave of desire. Another powerful orgasm washed over her entire being and her pussy convulsed out of control over the thick shaft of the unknown man. There were loud slapping sounds, as the bare skin of the man's pelvis slapped against the burning flesh of Doris' ass. All ears in the room were in tune with it and the men were totally aroused by the unbridled lust. The orgasm quickly reached a feverish peak and Doris arched her back severely, as every muscle in her body tensed. When the hot lava struck her cervix and inner reaches, she almost collapsed. The second mind-blowing orgasm in the last few minutes rushed over the apex and the lucky man was blown away by her intense ecstasy. Unable to prolong the climax, he blew his immense load of searing cum deep into Doris' cunt. His powerful thrusts lifted her slender body off the restroom floor every time he pushed forward and the others were mesmerized by the fiery passion. With the ebb tide slowly coming down the far side, Doris dropped her head in shame once again. Not wishing to see her husband's face, she refused to look in his direction. After the final thrusts from the stranger, she felt him reluctantly release her hips from his iron grip and slowly withdraw his ramrod. Suddenly, Doris felt empty and the strong emotions deep within were still partway up the mountain of ecstasy. The silence in the small room was finally broken by the sounds Doris had been waiting for. She heard another zipper being lowered and the swishing of clothing. Closing her eyes, she waited. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arms and straightened her body upright. In the mirror, she could see one of the men holding Randy captive had lowered his pants. The man motioned for her to come in his direction and his rugged face was covered with a broad smile, as he waited. Doris could tell what he wanted and she looked frantically at Randy for help. A worried frown crossed his face, but he was unable or unwilling to do anything to assist her. The man's voice was deafening. "Come here," echoed throughout the room. Doris was unable to stop her feet from moving and she slowly shuffled the short distance towards the man. Her teary eyes turned to the standing erection and she was afraid to blink. The cock bounced madly in front of man's loins and he seemed determined to get satisfaction from Doris' lips with or without her consent. Without looking away from the magnet, Doris pleaded with the stranger to leave her alone. "Please... don't make me do it," she begged, but knew there would be no answer. His manly hips thrust forward to indicate what he wanted her to do and he waited. A small sob of defeat raked her amorous body and Doris dropped to her knees. Suddenly the magnificent cock was a mere inch or two from her face. Her small, dainty hand went to surround the thick shaft and she held it steady in her delicate fist. Doris pushed her face forward until the flared head touched her lips. She flinched when the burning tool touched her skin, but in the next instant the cock-head was between her spread lips. The musty aroma was adrenalin to her spirit and she licked the pre-cum off the flared head. Sucking the meat into her mouth, Doris was unable to resist any longer. She began pumping her small fist up and down the extended shaft and sucked the first few inches of man-cock deeper into her hot mouth. The man was in heaven and he was determined to hold the impending orgasm back so that the blowjob lasted a long time. Shamefully, Doris could see the legs of her husband standing next to the stranger yet she continued to suck the big cock. For some unexplained reason, she was overcome with the erotic lust and sucked the rod deeper into her throat. She felt his loins start to pulse out of control and knew what was next. The first blast of hot cum caught her slightly by surprise, but she still managed to swallow most of gooey cream. The man's hips jerked wildly, as he filled her mouth and throat with the burning lava, and she swallowed feverishly so as not to choke. Doris pumped her fist furiously, as she drained the big cock, and her thirst was quenched by the stranger's semen. Her face was flushed and she felt burning guilt for what just transpired. Slowly the pulsing organ came to a rest and she pulled the semi-hard shaft out of her mouth. Almost reluctantly, she released it from her small hand and let it droop in front of her face. Suddenly someone spoke to her and Doris looked up at Randy, thinking it was him. Seeing his lips were still and no sound coming from them, she looked farther to the right. "Go lean over the counter like you were earlier cuz I'm goin' to fuck you," said the last remaining man yet to taste Doris' delights. Doris began to plead immediately. "Please, no, no, I can't do it... no more." She felt used and abused beyond anytime in her life and knew she couldn't fuck another man with her husband in the room. She was at a loss for words to describe what had already transpired in the seedy men's washroom and couldn't understand how it was possible to do more. Without warning, the man grabbed her arms and pulled her upright. Next he pushed her towards the counter and Doris began to sob. Crying with tears running down her rosy cheeks, she glanced over her shoulder at the new attacker. Doris noted the man's serious expression and there didn't seem to be any compassion written on his face. She reluctantly gave one last plea for mercy. "Please don't," she pleaded. "please... oh please, don't do this." Pushing her into the counter, Doris was forced to grab the top to keep from falling. Once she regained her balance, she stood upright facing the mirror, as if she was going to defy the man. Suddenly he grabbed the bottom of her blouse and ripped it up and over her head in a flash. Doris was forced to raise her arms, but she quickly lowered them back to the edge of the counter to retain her balance. She stared into the mirror and watched in horror when her lacy bra was stripped from her chest and tossed across the room. "Now that's a set of tits. Gorgeous... fucking gorgeous," the man growled. Her hands moved towards her chest but they never made it. The stranger put his big hand in the center of her back and pushed her forward so she quickly grabbed the countertop to prevent falling face-first into the mirror. The last thing in the world Doris ever imagined was being naked in a men's washroom. The man adeptly ripped her skirt off and left her totally naked in a room full of sexual deviates. Doris acted like a zombie and never tried to get away. The stranger kicked her feet apart and she stood motionless, as the man dropped his pants. Suddenly he bent her over, which left her vulnerable when she hovered over top of the sink. Her luscious boobs hung down and swayed back and forth, which seemed to become the focus of every man in the room. The stranger reached around and grabbed the swaying tits, as if they were lifesavers. It was possibly the fastest penetration and certainly could have been a world record. The man pulled back hard on her tits and at the same time rammed his hips at her backside. Loud ooohs and aaahs from the onlookers told it all. The cock hit the middle of her crotch and instantly found the center of her universe. He was embedded to the hilt with one swift plunge and it knocked the wind out of her, as yet another stranger ravaged her. Doris tried to raise her head and look into the familiar mirror for help. She glanced down the front of her naked torso and noticed how the man had her tits firmly cupped by both hands. Her heart was beating out of control and then she noticed the man's right hand let go of her breast. The reprieve was purely temporary, as she watched his fingers deftly slither across her heaving stomach and slowly dip between her thighs. She could barely see what the man was after. His bold fingers pried the upper pussy lips apart and then he pressed on the exposed clitoris, as he rubbed it vigorously back and forth. For some strange reason she looked up and stared into the darkest eyes on earth. The stranger's eyes were paralyzing and seemed to offer a promise of desire that was impossible to refuse. Despite feeling empty and under the control of the devil, she uttered what was probably considered the silliest protest. "No, no, noooooo," she pleaded, not necessarily to the man, but in an effort to quell the strange sensations deep inside. The stranger merely grinned at her and pounded her ass. "Sluts like it hard and they like it rough," he whispered. "You best fuck me slut and make it good... or my friends will knock the living shit out of your hubby." Doris didn't dare take her eyes off the man, but she knew Randy was still being held captive. The intense stare continued and she felt the man slice her spirit in two with his damning threat. He was buried to the hilt and the throbbing cock-meat seemed to radiate through her belly. She tried to lift herself to alleviate the intense pressure inside her womanly being, but the man pressed harder on the swollen trigger. He rolled the clit in the abundant juices and her hips jumped when a spasm rocked her fragile confidence. The picture of animal lust and desire brought out numerous shouts of encouragement from the onlookers, as they voiced their approval. The man abruptly yanked the delicate clitty outward and continued rolling it around and around, as he pumped his hips with the tempo of a madman. The intense heat and the walls of Doris' vagina clamped tightly around his thick cock and the man relished being in complete control. "I better feel that sexy ass pushing back at me... or else!" Another threat and Doris simply justified her actions by telling herself she was saving her husband. She was overwhelmed by ruthless desire and felt like a slut when she pushed her hips back to meet the man's pounding. Suddenly a violent spasm shot through her loins and her emotions roared to the next level. Her breathing became very ragged and she somehow sucked the big cock deeper. The man's hips thrust faster and it was evident to everyone in the room that he was about to blow his load into the washroom slut. The rest was scripted by the devil and Doris merely accepted her fate without even a pithy struggle. Two strangers silently slipped into the cramped space beside her heaving torso and each grabbed a handful of swaying titty. She was vaguely aware that callused hands fondled her hanging boobs, as they roughly squeezed the hardened nipples. One second Doris felt like her struggles were doing some good, but then a sudden explosion went off deep inside her loins. Her special juices coated the thick cock, which enable the man to pump faster, and the end came in a hurry. The stranger thrust forward with everything he had and let go a powerful blast, as he filled her cavity with hot cum. His abrupt display of force took Doris by surprise when he grabbed a big handful of her hair. He jerked her head up and backwards at the same time, which put a severe arch in her spine. The man leaned over and put his lips next to her ear. "Slut! Push that cunt back at me. Show me... show me you're a slut. Push... push," he whispered and made it sound demanding. "I get the last dance, or else! Fuck me or I'll let every pervert in the place fuck your slutty ass." There was no recourse and Doris lost the battle. She knew the telltale signs of lust were raking her body and that her husband would witness his wife experience another damning orgasm in a sleazy washroom. It seemed like hours yet it was only minutes before the sweaty bodies slowly came to a standstill. Doris was pinned between the man and the countertop and she had to wait until he withdrew his imposing pecker before she could move. There was an immediate flurry of activity when the various men came back to their senses. Someone mentioned there was a big lineup of men wanting to get into the washroom and that someone probably called the cops because they heard a woman scream. One of the men suggested everyone should get while the getting was good and all of the men quickly agreed. Every man straightened his clothes and gave Doris a parting smile, as their expression begged her forgiveness. The last man to ravage Doris tucked in his shirt and even managed to hand her the discarded bra and blouse. "Thanks for the 'Last Dance' and you better put these on or you'll be in here all night," he whispered. "You answered a dream of mine and I have to admit that this was the raunchiest fuck ever." In a matter of seconds, Doris was left standing at the sinks with her husband who had retrieved the rest of her clothes. She dressed in record time and didn't have time to say anything to Randy, as they exited the men's washroom. They hurried past many men whose jaws dropped at the sight of a sexy woman who appeared distraught. Doris sobbed uncontrollably and Randy had his arm around her shoulders. Randy guided her past the men and out of the nightclub to their car, where he quickly opened the back door. Doris sort of staggered and grabbed her husband's arm for support. "But... but," she whispered, with a questioning look on her face. Randy pushed her into the backseat and quickly got in behind her. "I'm too horny... can't wait," he uttered. "Watching those bastards fuck you was the greatest turn-on." "But... but?" "Oh fuck... I got the biggest hardon watching them fuck you." "But here... in the backseat?" "Damn right! I can't wait. I need to fuck you right now!" Doris wiped her tears away and she was very thankful that her husband wasn't upset with her. Her arms went around his neck and the embrace quickly grew heated and desperate, as her only concern was to satisfy Randy's raging desire. Doris felt like a teenager again and she would forever remember the backseat affair because it was the first time she actually faked it. Her husband was known for his limited stamina, but the sordid washroom affair compounded the problem, as the intercourse lasted virtually no time at all. THE END Please email me with any comments or suggestions as I always appreciate it when I hear from readers.