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The Devil

By: Beelzebub72



I had watched her for several millennia. Anera, the angel of Love was easy to watch and occupied much of my time. Out of all of the angels, she was the most beautiful. Her wings were a little straighter, breasts a little fuller, hair a little softer, voice a little kinder; all of the things that made me hate her that much more.

We had been in fierce competition for thousands of years. As the devil, I feverishly destroyed the lives of those I found. Lately, I had been concentrating on hurting Anera's occupation, by destroying the Love in the world.

She had taken notice with several world wars I had caused. She was able to bring love back to the world only because I tired of the game. I hated to admit it, but the "Make Love not War" campaign was highly successful.

Still, I was surprised when she confronted me atop my perch. I was effortlessly destroying the love life of a mortal man by planting jealousy in his heart. I immediately felt Anera's presence when she landed nearby.

I sat up, emitting a low growl and baring my sharp teeth. "Enough Lucifer!" she commanded. Shocked at her confidence, I looked around to make sure she was alone. "You've destroyed enough love in this world, now stop!" she commanded again.

I laughed menacingly. "Why don't you stop me little one?" I emitted in a deep rumble. Unbelievably, she slowly walked closer, her head bowed and wings tucked in. I gripped the stone with my sharp finger-like claws breaking off a chunk and still she walked closer. Standing, I spread my wings wide, chest bared. Pieces of stone flew far from me as I demanded her to stop with my body.

Finally, she stopped. My chest was heaving as I was breathing hard, prepared to destroy this angel. Flame dripped from my fingers. She slowly raised her head, stepping one step closer as she did so. Quietly she whispered, "I will stop you." I smelled her for the first time. The initial sweetness turned my stomach sour, the following smell of spices was easier to bare and then the unmistakable stench of heaven overcame my senses.

As my hand readied to strike, to destroy, I instead looked into her green eyes. Something stopped me as I easily penetrated into her mind. Stopping time, I explored for a moment to seek out the basis of her morals. I felt her conscious resisting my entrance to her mind.

As I neared her core, I became filled with anger. Her morals were just, she believed in her mission. Attempting to bend her will was useless as she was pure. Her resolve in her life was solid.

Yet, there was something there, a fragment only. Perhaps it was the reason why I had watched her all of these years. A wicked smile crossed my face as I found her desire. I slowly withdrew from her mind, finding her lust filled eyes centered on my yellow demon eyes.

I suddenly knew how to corrupt this angel.

She licked her dry lips as my tail wrapped quickly around her leg. Her silky softness pulled against my body, my heat scorching her soft feathers as my wings enveloped the both of us.

As we kissed for the first time, the heavens shook. My sharp, forked tongue found hers to be soft, yielding and inviting. I moaned from a feeling I hadn't felt in decades. My red cock became thick and engorged.

I felt her pressing against me, felt the desire in her hips as she slowly rolled her pelvis against my own. Her wings tried to escape mine, but remained pinned to her back. Soft moans began to escape her mouth as her robe dropped to the ground.

I looked down for a moment, drinking in her beauty. I admired the line of her neck, the shape of her breasts, her tight stomach and small waist. It was then that I noticed the sharp contrast of our two bodies had begun to blur. What was once a dark red on pure white had become something different.

Her skin was slowly turning black where it had touched and been burned by mine. I looked at her face again, noticing the slight change in her cheekbones. A devilish smile crossed my face, as I knew I was corrupting her.

I felt her fingers caress my horns. I lifted my head in a howl as I pressed my hard cock against her belly. I felt the heat of hell rising inside of me as we kissed. My hands caressed and pinched her hard nipples. 

While she was still pressed hard against me, I lifted her to waist level. Her legs wrapped around me holding tight as I impaled her with my demon cock. I felt her coolness against my heat. Her scream was succulent in my ears as she was burned from the inside. My tail whipped underneath of my wings striking against her ass, the barbed end drawing a small amount of blood on her cheeks.

I felt her body shudder as she was filled and stretched to fit me. I blew smoke from my mouth as she inhaled it through her nose. Slowly, we began to fuck away her innocence. Lightning lit the sky as heaven moaned with our deceit.

Her passion rose as my heat torched her swollen clit. I felt her grinding harder against me, hips rising and falling as I stood holding our weight as we fucked. Her moans turned to screams as my cock stretched her innocence. My thick rope-like veins filled with fire, rubbing against her softest of spots.

Her pussy began to contract involuntarily as I drove deeper and harder. Her breathing was becoming haggard when suddenly, she tensed. Her thighs gripping my pelvis harder as her body quaked with the pleasure of her first orgasm.

Sweet abandon filled her soul as I continued with her destruction. My cock continued to pulse and pump inside of her swollen pussy. Her juices were unable to extinguish the burning heat of my cock; heat began to rise up from my depths. I felt the bones of my wings crack as I tensed, building to my climax.

Suddenly, the Earth shook as I filled her with my demon seed. Scorching, burning heat filled her angelic body. The fire of hell itself emptied into her, squirt after squirt. Opening my yellow eyes, I watched as her skin turned almost completely black. White feathers fell from her wings, floating in the air.

Opening my wings I released her. Slowly she lifted her head from my chest. Her white wings spread wide as she rose off of my still hard cock. My breathing, though still heavy, was slowly returning to normal. There was a sound of distant thunder as we smiled at each other.

Guilt had never been a feeling of mine, but as I looked upon my changed angel, I could not help noticing her differences. Her blackened skin, sharp cheekbones, and look of desire on her face made her more beautiful to me. Strangely, her wings had remained white.

It had worked I thought.

I watched as she reached down and put her robe back on. "Things will be different," she purred. "Of course," I growled in return, basking in my victory and with that she leapt into the sky smiling. But what was that smile? A devious smile, something I had not counted on.

Troubled in thought, I reached for my cloth. It was then that I noticed my wings. The thick, black, leathery, bat-like wings had changed. Corrupted in some way. Curious, I pulled them close. It was unmistakable. They were changing. The black had paled, turning to a pale gray and getting paler by the minute. In disbelief, I plucked a small white feather feeling the pain.

The Devil and an Angel



Fred Turner from the legal department stuck his head in the door of the boss's office and said, "The bitch is at it again!" 

"I assume you're referring to Jana Davis. Yeah, I know she's a pain in the ass but I wouldn't go so far as to call her a bitch," Tom Green replied.

"What else would you call her? She's filed lawsuit number thirty-four, which means she's batting a thousand on the bitch scale with me. It's another one for the same old EPA compliance and inspection bullshit, only this time she's asked for a cease and desist order until we agree."

"Judge Howard has tossed out the others, so why is this one a problem?"

"She filed this one in district court, above Judge Howard's head, with a Judge Larkin. Larkin is a card-carrying tree hugger from way back, not to mention female. She has issued the cease and desists. I've got forty-five thousand a day worth of men and equipment sitting around doing nothing until the EPA gets off it's dead ass."

"And?" Tom Green asked with a frown. "The cleanup is nearly done on all that stuff we got from Readover Oil. So what is the problem?" As President and principle owner of Green Leaf Oil, forty-five grand was not exactly pocket change. He should know, it was his pocket. 

"Getting the EPA off its dead ass and out to do the inspections. That or to get her to drop the suits. You're the boss, what do you want done? We sit still we lose money, we counter sue we lose money. We don't drill we lose the lease. I've already got the legal team working on it but that Judge is denying everything we throw at her."

Tom leaned back in his chair and motioned Fred to have a seat. After a while, he sat up, picked up his phone, and punched the button for Accounting. When Accounting answered, he said, "Agnes, make me up one of those fancy checks we use for new investors. The name is Jana Davis and the amount is five hundred thousand. Send it up to my office when you have it ready."

"She's not going to take a bribe, boss." Fred told him. "She's one of those environmental nuts, through and through. Readover Oil screwed up a lot of good land in her county and since we've bought them out, she's been up our ass full time."

"It's not a bribe Fred, it's a way of getting her attention. You keep doing whatever it is you guys do and let me try something different."

Fred stood up and looked at his boss. "I ain't going to have to bail you out of jail or anything am I?"

Tom Green laughed and shook his head. "Not unless taking a lady out to supper and for a ride in the woods is now against the law. It's been a while since I've done either one, so I wouldn't really know."

"It's still legal on both counts but be careful trying to pay for supper, some of the feminist today will take your head off for being a gentleman. Although I'm not sure this one would come under that category, she strikes me as the good old country girl type."

"I'll keep that in mind, now get out of here and let me see if I can still get a date with a lady, sight unseen."

Fred paused at the door. "You be careful Tom, this one's not as big as a minute, cute as a button, and mean as a snake. She's also nobody's fool and smart as a whip."

Tom nodded as he punched the button on his phone for his secretary. Fred shook his head and closed the door. "Darla, get me Jana Davis on the phone please," Tom said as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. 

A few minutes later Tom's phone buzzed. He picked it up and said, "Ms. Davis, Tom Green of Green Leaf Oil. I think we need to talk."

"Well, Mr. Green, it's about time I got your personal attention," Jana Davis said as she leaned back in her chair, picked her feet up, and propped them on the small desk of her home office.

"It's Tom, there's no need for us to be formal. I'd like a chance to change you mind about our company and our environmental stance."

"Raping the land and destroying forests, fields and streams, isn't an environmental stance, it's suicide for future generations, Mr. Green," Jana said pointedly emphasizing the Mr.

Tom let that slide as he replied, "What oil company are you talking about? It sure isn't mine. We reclaim all lands we use and put them back in the same shape or better than when we started. We use every measure we can to prevent environmental damage as we drill a well."

"You own Readover Oil and we both know what a mess they made in my county alone. They destroyed over four thousand acres and a hundred miles of streams, in that one field. All the data on the other three isn't in yet and probably won't be before the end of the year."

"The data won't be ready even then because there won't be any data," Tom said as he pulled a folder out of a pile on the corner of his desk. 

He scanned it a moment and then went on, "According to my information the Wheeler field in your county is complete on cleanup and reforestation. The Franklin field is complete as of the end of last month. The Harris and Anderson fields will be finished by July and August respectively."

"Excuse me? The costs on such a cleanup would be millions and no oil company is going to spend that kind of money on a company they bought. You will just write it off to old business and go ahead with business as usual. I'm no public relations airhead, I deal in facts." Jana told him, her feet coming back to the floor and her redheaded temper rising.

"Actually, it'll be about five point three million by the time we finish."

There was silence on the phone for nearly a minute before Jana said, "I haven't been able to check any of the sites because all the gates are locked, so what am I supposed to do, take your word for it."

"No, you don't have to. Meet me at the courthouse in the morning and I will take you on a tour of anything and everything you want to see. I'll also make a deal with you. If you find any of the sites not as I say they are, then you get a check for a half a million to your favorite charity."

"And if they are as you say?" Jana asked softly.

"Then you drop the lawsuits, give me a public apology, and...." Tom let the sentence trail off, wanting to see her reaction.

"And what?" She asked sharply.

"I haven't decided yet. According to you, I'm the hardhearted oil company executive. After the tour, we'll figure out the compensation you owe me for all the lawsuits, lost time, and revenue. You do realize that you're costing me around forty-five grand a day right now, don't you?"

"No way! You haven't even started drilling the well that's in court," Jana objected loudly.

"I've got a drilling rig with a crew waiting to get on there to drill, plus I have a contractor that's not through with the location. If I don't get the well started by the end of the month, my option to drill will expire and I'll have to renegotiate the whole deal."

Before Jana could say anything Tom went on, "I don't mind paying to do the clean up. It's in our favor, very good public relations, which we have to fight to keep all the time anyway. Plus I don't like to see the land destroyed anymore than you do."

"We can go to any site I pick, even the Wheeler C. location." Jana asked and then waited for his excuse for not going there. It was by far the worse mess she had ever seen in her life.

"Sure, first thing if that's what you want." Tom told her.

Jana was taken by surprise by his answer and wondered if she had made a mistake about this man and his company.

When she did not reply, Tom changed subjects. "Speaking of first things first, would you have supper with me tonight so we can get to know each other better?"

The old wine, dine, and romance thing, flashed through Jana's mind, and anger flared. He was trying to take her out, charm her pants off in more ways than one, and then he figured she would forget the whole thing. Boy did he have another thought coming.

"Mr. Green, who the hell do you think you are and what the hell do you take me for. If you think you can wine and dine me and then I will forget this whole thing, then you are one crazy asshole. As for your half a million, I don't take bribes and I don't lay on my back to make deals, so you can shove it, as far as I'm concerned."

"Ms. Davis, let me assure you that was not my intent in either case. The money was only an incentive for you to meet with me and look the properties over. Dinner was just that, dinner. I do admit that I'm curious as I've never met you personally and you do sound like an interesting person."

Again, this man puzzled Jana. She had expected him to go into a rage and or slam the phone down. His steady polite voice and easy manner did not fit her image of the man she had only seen in pictures. He was older than she was by a few years if the pictures she had seen were current. 

They showed a tall burley man with a neutral expression wearing an old beat up cowboy hat. Not what you expected the president of an oil company to look like. No expensive suit and tie. She had to admit she was curious also.

Jana took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I have over reacted a little." She paused a second or two, deep in thought and then went on, "Okay, I'll have dinner with you tonight, say six o'clock. I'll pick you up at your office."

Tom grinned and replied, "I'll be waiting."

"Uh.... Okay.... Uh.... I'll see you at six then," Jana stammered. She was really confused now. He was not supposed to agree with her picking him up. He was supposed to be a power hungry control freak.

"Six it is." Tom told her with a grin at her confusion and then hung up.

*****

The sky was just turning pink and orange as Jana left home. She had spent the last hour trying to figure out what to wear. She wanted to make a good impression but not too good, well that wasn't true either. She could wear the business suit she wore to court but something about that phone conversation told her not to.

She ended up with a full Mexican skirt and a peasant blouse in browns with yellow accents. Her short red hair was down and in a scarf because she had the top down on her car. The high heels felt strange on the pedals of the car, as did the thigh high stockings on her legs. 

Why heels and stockings she really did not understand but the phrase, girl clothes, kept running through her mind. She wore them so seldom, only to court it seemed as she thought about it. She would have been much more comfortable in her normal jeans and a western shirt but that was a little too informal. 

She shifted in the seat and felt the back strap on her bright yellow thong sink deeper between her nether cheeks. She should not have worn that, she thought for the tenth time. The matching bra felt funny also as it cupped her tiny breasts tightly. She normally never wore a bra, as she really didn't need one for her mosquito bites as she called them. 

She frowned as she pulled into the parking lot at Green Leaf Oil; it was too late to worry about any of it now.

*****

Tom was leaning on the rail that ran around the reflecting pool in front of his office building. He had shaved and showered but wore his clothes from the office instead of going home to change. He smiled as he watched the powder blue Mustang enter the parking lot and accelerate his way. The tiny redheaded woman driving was almost hidden by the dash and steering wheel.

The car came to a stop with the passenger door to the curb. Tom walked over and opened it. "Jana Davis, I presume," he said with a smile.

"That's me." Jana replied as she held out her hand. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Green."

"Call me Tom, please," he said taking her hand. 

His eyes were on the bright green eyes and flaming red hair of the tiny woman in front of him. She was even lovelier up close. His angle above her gave him a nice glimpse at the light yellow bra as the top of her blouse sagged open. The long skirt was a shame though. He would have made a bet with anyone for any amount that she had fantastic legs. She was the type.

Jana was taken a little aback by the size of the man. His hand engulfed hers in a modest grip that hid hers completely. "Okay Tom, I'm Jana."

Tom released her hand and got in the car. He filled the passenger seat and had to slide the seat back to get his legs inside. He did it as if it was a normal thing, something he had to do to get in any car. Jana wished she had driven her truck so he would be more comfortable.

"Where would you like to eat?" She asked.

Tom grinned at her as he settled in. "You're driving, you decide. I'm up for just about anything except sushi, that's Japanese for bait, where I come from."

Jana laughed as she put the car in gear and accelerator away from the curb. She was trying to decide between seafood and Italian as she crossed the parking lot. As she hit the street, she changed her mind to a small Mexican restaurant a few miles north of town.

Tom watched her carefully as they covered the ten or so blocks to the freeway. The little car had power, speed, and handling, and Jana used it all well. Her hands worked the wheel and the shifter on the manual transmission smoothly, as her feet danced on the pedals. 

She had managed to hit all the lights green except the last one. As they waited for the light, Tom said, "I'm glad I didn't wear my old hat."

Jana looked at him and smiled. If the top had been up, he would have had to slouch down in the seat. As it was, his forehead was about level with the top of the windshield. Any hat would have been long gone if it had been on his head.

"I would have brought my truck if I'd known you were so tall." She told him.

"I'm use to it believe me. Anyway, I like the way you drive this thing. It's fun to watch and one hell of a ride."

Traffic started to move and Jana grinned as she made the turn and accelerated hard up onto the freeway. Her take no captives driving style was one vice she loved and exercised as often as possible. She had even taken a road-racing course at one of the best schools just so she could go faster and do it safer.

If Tom had any complaints, the rush of air over the windshield would have made it hard to voice them as they blasted north out of town. Actually, he was quite impressed by what he had seen so far. A cute feisty redhead that was confident in what she did and followed through on her decisions. He relaxed back and let her lead.

*****

Fine food, good conversation about anything but the oil fields, good Mexican music, and plenty of margaritas. Overall, they were both having a wonderful time. Then it was time to leave as the place was closing.

When the waiter brought the check, Tom looked at it and then at Jana. "I invited you out so it should be mine, but you'll object to that, so lets split it if we must. The only thing is, you need to do the math. I think I had one to many margaritas."

Jana laughed and picked up the bill. She squinted at it a second and then closed one eye. Looking back at Tom she whispered, "Uh.... Houston, I think we have a problem."

"Okay, I can fix this," Tom said slowly. "I'll put the bill on a credit card and we'll split it later."

"That's one problem solved but how are we getting home?"

"I'll call a cab," Tom told her.

"You'd better make that two cabs. I live about forty miles north of here and you live.... Uh, where do you live?"

"About thirty miles south and east of my office. Of the three, my office is the closest."

"Nope, no way. I've had too much to drink and so have you. I should have been paying more attention but I was enjoying myself too much." 

"Uh, the same here," Tom admitted. Then he sat up a little straighter and leaned over toward Jana. "There's a motel across the highway, I saw it as we came in."

Jana tried to stifle a giggle and only partially succeeded. "Are you trying to proposition me?"

"Well.... Uh.... It is a nice idea but..." Tom said a little flustered.

Jana laughed. "I'm teasing you. I can drive that far and we can get a couple of rooms until in the morning."

The waitress was picking up the bill and Tom's credit card, and overheard the last of the conversation. She looked at the clock across the room and shook her head. "You might get one room over there if you hurry but I doubt if they'll have two. The bar down the road closes in another half hour and then that place will be packed with drunks not wanting to drive home."

"Then we better hustle it," Tom said standing up.

He swayed a bit and then offered his hand to Jana. He normally did not drink much and the tequila in the margaritas had snuck up on him. As Jana stood up, he realized that she wasn't in much better shape. Together they made it to the cashier's station and then outside.

At her car, Tom shook his head and said, "Put the top up and lock it, we're walking from here. It's a quarter mile tops and the air will do us some good."

Jana looked at him sharply and then nodded. "Yeah, we're both way to toasty to risk it. Walking is going to be hard enough," she said and then giggled. 

With the top up on the car, they headed across the parking lot and toward the overpass over the highway. By keeping in contact with each other, they didn't stagger much, it was more of a sway as they crossed over to the motel parking lot.

At the desk, they got a shock. The clerk had one room available, a single with a double bed. "Beggars can't be choosy," Tom said as he held out his credit card.

"Drunks can't either," Jana added with a snicker.

*****

The room was in the far back and upstairs. Getting there was no problem but things got a little difficult at the stairs. One of them would climb a couple of steps and then the other would stagger back, progress was slow to say the least. Finally, Tom solved the problem by picking Jana up and tossing her over his shoulder. 

At the top of the stairs, he sat her back on her feet and nodded. "Sorry about that but it seemed to be the easiest way to get up here."

Jana looked at him wide eyed for a second and then nodded back. "It was different," she said almost to herself. "I've never ridden a mountain before." A memory from her past crossed her mind. Her daddy had carried her up the stairs like that once. 

Tom found that funny and was laughing as he fumbled with the key to the room. "What's so funny?" Jana asked taking the card key from him, flipping it over and reinserting it in the door.

"I've never been called a mountain before." Tom replied as he got the door open for them to stumble inside. "I also think we're a lot drunker than we thought we were." 

Jana flopped on the bed and groaned softly as the room tried to spin. "What was your first clue, the spinning bed or the double vision?"

"Well, I ain't quite seeing double yet and I haven't made it to the bed. I was talking about neither of us complaining about the single room and double bed."

"I don't see any problem, I have the bed, and you have the rest of the room. No problem," Jana said with a chuckle.

"I see it from your point of view but since I'm bigger, I should get the bed. You can sleep on the two chairs comfortably."

"Are you afraid to sleep with me?" 

"Uh, sleep, no, that's not a problem. It's the possible other things that scare the hell out of me." Tom told her as he sat on the edge of the bed and started pulling his boots off.

"Don't flatter yourself bozo," Jana said getting off the bed. "I still don't trust you any farther than I can throw you."

"Then why are you sharing a room with me?" Tom asked with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Oh no, I trust you, I just don't trust your oil company. It's not the same thing."

"Uh, yes it is. I own the company and set the policies, so if you trust me in one, you should trust me in the other, since I'm the same person both ways." Tom replied in a drunken rush. He paused and shook his head. "I think I said what I meant but I ain't sure it came out right."




The Devil and an Angel



"I know what you meant and once I've seen some of those locations, I might just trust you both ways but for now be happy you're not sleeping on the floor or in the car."

Tom stood up, took off his jacket, and tossed it over the back of a chair. He sat back down and then lay back on the bed. Jana looked over at him and grinned. "You're easier to look at sit or laying down. I get a crick in my neck when you're standing up. "

"I'll have to remember that," Tom said sleepily, wiggled up on the bed, and found a pillow. Rolling on his side he whispered, "I think it's time for me to sleep." A moment later, he was asleep.

Jana looked at him for a few seconds and then she got up and went to the bathroom. She took off her bra and the thong. Both had been annoying her since earlier in the evening, actually since she had put them on. What had she been thinking?

She folded the underwear in the peasant blouse and pulled the elastic waistband of the full skirt up under her arms and above her boobs. It covered her down to mid thigh. Tom could sleep in his clothes if he wanted but she was going to be comfortable and under the covers where it was safer, she thought with a grin. For whom, she wasn't going to even think about. 

*****

Somewhere in the early dawn, Tom woke up cold and slightly hung over. He rolled off the bed, took off his shirt and pants, and crawled back in bed. As he slipped under the sheets, he realized that he was not alone. There was a warm naked ass pressed up against his equally naked pelvis region.

Tom was suddenly very wide-awake and very aware of the situation he was in. He was also aware of the steady growth in his junior member as it moved to fit snuggly in the warm crack of Jana's ass and expanded to it's full length and girth. He held his breath as she murmured in her sleep and wiggled back tighter to him.

Damn her ass was warm as opposed to his ex-wife's ass, which was always cold as ice. Jana murmured again and then sighed deeply as her hips moved, rubbing her little round ass suggestively against him. For such a small woman, she sure had one hell of a hot ass, in more ways than one.

Tom realized that he was getting silly about her rear and decided the best thing was to ease back out of the bed and get dressed. As he started to ease away from Jana, she made a growling sound and asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh, off this bed and back into my clothes. I forgot I wasn't alone. I apologize for.... Uh... Yeah...." Tom found himself at a lose for words. "I don't usually.... Well, I do normally sleep nude but not with people I hardly know, especially female people."

Jana laughed and then sighed, "Shut up and hold me, I won't yell rape, or bite you, not hard anyway. I haven't been held in a long time and I'm not going to pass up a perfectly good opportunity."

Something in her voice made Tom pause and then he snuggled back up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. For a small woman, she fit in his arms nicely and fit against his body even better. She had on some sort of a dress and then he realized that it was her skirt. When he pressed his dick back against the crease of her ass she shivered.

He held her and she wiggled back tight against him but neither of them were truly relaxed. Their combined breathing was rubbing his shaft up and down slowly and both of them were breathing a little more rapidly than normal. Her hips gave a little shiver ever so often but she did not move away.

"I.... Uh.... We.... Uh.... You...." Jana stammered for a second and then she said, "Damn, that thing is hot and distracting to say the least."

"You should feel it from my side," Tom whispered softly. "It feels like a hotdog in a bun. A warm toasty bun."

Jana laughed. "Now there's a visual." 

She moved her ass from side to side and then shivered as his manhood slipped even deeper between her ass cheeks. It did fit nicely and was so hot. "Damn, now you've got me thinking about wiener roasts and... uh... other things."

Tom chuckled. "Yeah, it's the other things that keep whizzing through my mind also." Tom shifted his hips slightly and lifted his knees. This moved her knees up and forward and brought them closer together in a spoon fashion. 

Now the lower part of his manhood was pressed against her very wet and very hot opening. Jana gave a short jerk and then moaned as she wiggled back against him. His left hand moved slightly and brushed over her hard right nipple. "Oh shit, I wish you hadn't done that."

"Uh, sorry, I needed to move that arm before it went to sleep," Tom whispered.

Jana moved her shoulders and her nipple brushed against his hand again. She gave a little gasp and then shivered. "I may not have much in the way of boobs but my nipples more than make up for it in sensitivity. With the way you're pressed against my ass, it wouldn't take very much in the way of teasing my nipples for me to go boom big time."

Tom took the hint and brushed his fingers across the swollen fingertip sized nub under the thin cloth of the skirt. Jana moaned and arched her back, pressing her ass back against him tighter and lifting her breast so his hand could reach both nipples at once. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground but right this minute her body did not care and when his big hand brushed both nipples at once, she went off like a skyrocket.

Jana made a little yelping whining sound and shivered from head to toe. The point where her sex touched him got even hotter and wetter as she came long and hard. Tom strummed his fingers back and forth over her right nipple as he rubbed his left palm against the other. The whining got louder and she ground her ass back against him.

With a growling groan, Jana raised her hand and trapped his against her left breast. His fingers stop moving against her right nipple a few seconds later. She could feel her nipples throbbing against his palm as she breathed rapidly. There was also a throbbing pulse coming from his dick where it was pressed tightly to the crack of her ass.

Jana sighed and tried to relax but that hot dick between her ass cheeks held her attention. It moved slightly with their breathing and felt thick as she clenched her ass cheeks. She wondered how it would feel rubbing in her slit and against her clit. She shivered at the thought.

"That was interesting. Quick but very interesting," Tom whispered.

Jana halfway stifled a giggle and nodded. "Wasn't it though? You might say I've been neglecting part of my love life, like all of it lately. I've been so busy going after your ass."

"That's not good, the neglect part that is." Tom paused a second and flexed his ass muscles, causing his dick to jerk in the cleft of her ass. "It looks like I've found your ass instead of the other way around."

Jana shivered when his dick moved and then she ground her ass against him. "Be careful or I might just try and find out what it's really like to ride a mountain," she whispered still grinding her ass against him.

"Spurs are optional for riding cowgirl," was the reply she got.

Jana groaned loudly and rolled away from the big man in the bed beside her. She ended up on her side facing him. In the dim light coming in around the curtains, she could make out his face. She had expected a leering grin but was surprised to find a soft smile instead. Again, he did not fit the preconceived ideas that she held.

"You really are a nice guy, aren't you?" she asked aloud, speaking more to herself than him. Without waiting for a reply she asked, "What would you do if I said I was going to sleep now and on this side of the bed?"

Tom grinned and shrugged. "I'd roll over on my right side and cry myself to sleep. I was liking the idea of holding you, not to mention that nice warm ass of yours."

Jana laughed and shook her head. "Not the answer I would have expected earlier today but now I believe it's probably true."

"What else should I do? Forcing myself on you isn't an option."

She nodded and grinned. "What about me forcing myself on you?" She whispered softly.

Tom looked the tiny young woman up and down and gave her a like grin. "Forcing yourself on me might be more true than you might think."

Jana laughed and then shivered hard. "Tell me about it." She shivered harder and added, "Maybe I should sleep over here before I hurt myself trying."

Tom rolled over on his back and got comfortable. A moment later, he whispered, "You never know if something will work until you try it."

Jana whimpered softly and scooted over closer to him. Then she rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were on the white ceiling but her mind was on the hard dick that had felt so good between the cheeks of her ass. She also remembered his gentle touch on her nipples and a shiver ran up and down her spine.

"Well?" Tom asked a few seconds later.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," Jana replied quickly.

"I've found that's always a dangerous thing when I do it," he said with a chuckle. 

A few seconds later, there was movement on the bed next to him and something went flying across the room. It was Jana's skirt. 

"Now you've done it," Tom said. "Now you've got me to thinking also."

Jana laughed. "Don't try to kid me, you were already thinking."

"Yeah but now there are pictures to go with it. Or at least the Braille transfer of pictures. That's even worse."

"Tell me about it," Jana whispered with a soft groan.

A moment later, Jana scooted sideways and rolled over on her side facing the big man next to her. "I'm probably going to regret this but..." she whispered as she snuggled her naked body up tightly against his. She sighed as his arm went around her and his hand ended up resting on her hip.

"There's nothing like sleeping with the enemy to get the juices flowing," Tom whispered.

Jana looked up at him for a second and asked, "What enemy have you been sleeping with?"

"An ex wife on rare occasions," Tom replied with a grin.

"Ah," Jana replied. 

"But her butt is like ice even in the hottest part of the summer."

Jana grinned. "I've never had that problem. Not that I know of anyway. Was that the reason for the divorce?"

"Nope. The divorce was mutual. We married way too young and had nothing in common, so to speak. One day we just decided we were together because it was convenient. We didn't have kids so we took the step off the cliff."

"Do you still love her? I mean, you still sleep with her."

"The sex was the only part of our marriage we both loved and no, I don't still love her. I sometimes wonder if I ever did," Tom said and then sighed. "She was good company, even if we had little to talk about."

"I've never tried it," Jana admitted.

"I hope you're talking about marriage," Tom replied with a grin.

Jana laughed. "Yes, I'm talking about marriage. I've had lovers and boyfriends but I've never found the one that.... Well, that had all the qualities that I wanted and or needed."

"Since the divorce, I haven't even been looking," Tom, admitted.

"I haven't looked in a long time myself," Jana said and then sighed as she snuggled closer. "Although, you are comfy."

"Is the small talk working," Tom asked.

"Hell no!" Jana replied with a laugh. 

"Well, that leaves us with two options. We can try and go back to sleep or we an get up, get dressed, and go get your truck so we can check out those locations you want to see," Tom said softly and slowly.

Jana looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and his face looked calm. "There is a third option and you damned well know it."

Tom grinned and opened one eye. Seeing her looking at him, he opened the other eye. "That's your option but I'm willing, if you are."

Jana laughed. "I'll just bet you are." Then she groaned softly. "Decisions, decisions," she added in a whisper.

Her right hand had been resting on his chest. Now it slowly moved down across his stomach to stop at his belly button. She sighed and shivered. "The point of no return is close at hand," she whispered teasingly a moment later.

Was she teasing him or herself? Now there was a question. Before she could think about it too much, she moved her hand down until her fingers touched the head of his dick. As they moved across the sensitive head, Tom groaned softly. When they stopped and gripped his shaft, he groaned again but this time so did Jana. Her fingers did not touch her thumb. She had small hands but....

"I... uh... yeah," Jana whispered as she squeezed the hard shaft.

Tom's hand moved off her hip and cupped her right ass cheek. His hand covered most of that cheek as he gave it a squeeze. Jana moaned and squeezed his shaft again. 

"Nice and firm," Tom whispered.

"Hard as an iron bar," Jana whispered back.

A moment later, she groaned and sat up beside the big man's hip. She was sitting on his hand. The covers fell away and her eyes went to what she was holding. She groaned long and loud as she gave him another squeeze. Not only was it big around but there was no way she could cover its length if she used both hands. 

Tom's eyes were on Jana's very small breasts. Her breasts might be small but her nipples were large and long. If she came with him brushing them through the material of her skirt, what would happen if he sucked on them? Not to mention flicking them with his tongue.

"Fuck it!" Jana said a moment later and came up on her knees. "One mountain ride coming up."

She turned and moved her knee over him until she was straddling his hips. It was a stretch and she had to let go of his dick as she did so she could use both hands for balance. Her sex was pressed tightly to his shaft. It slipped between the folds of her sex easily. They both groaned.

Tom was once again looking at Jana. Yes, she did have good looking legs and the hair on her mound was as red as the hair on her head. All in all, Fred had been right. She was a neat little package and as cute as a button. The expression on her face was a mixture of lust, passion, and fear. Lust seemed to be winning out.

Jana sat there with her hands on Tom's massive chest. Her eyes were open but she was feeling the hard dick between her thighs much more than she was seeing anything. To say it held her complete attention was a massive understatement. She groaned loudly and then whimpered softly.

Tom groaned as her hips moved a little forward and then back. Her sex settled even more around his shaft and her slippery opening was like a branding iron. She sat up a little straighter and rocked her hips again. It seemed impossible but the heat where her sex was pressed to his dick got even hotter. Tom groaned loudly.

"My... knees... barely reach the bed," Jana whispered. Her hips moved as she tried to get a knee more firmly on the bed so she had some leverage. It wasn't working very well. She was rocking from side to side more then anything.

Tom groaned again and asked, "Why aren't you on fire?"

Jana grinned and then laughed. "So you like my little oven do you? Don't worry, I'm far too wet to burn."

"How about me?" Tom asked in reply.

Jana laughed again and said, "If I can figure out how to get some leverage, I'll wet you down in no time."

Tom raised his hands and got a grip on her ass cheeks. He lifted slightly and Jana found herself being rubbed along his shaft from the base to the head. She would gasp loudly each time her clit bumped against the flange at the head of his dick. After several trips up and down, she was sliding even easier on his shaft. She moved her knees as wide as they would go and let him move her.

"Wet and slippery, ain't the word for it," Tom whispered a moment later. "I might have to have a snorkel when I go down on you."

Jana groaned loudly as she thought of his head between her thighs. She loved oral, both getting and giving, but his dick rubbing her so deliciously had her distracted again. 

"So, that idea appeals to you?" Tom asked as he moved her a little faster.

Jana groaned again and nodded her head. Her voice wasn't working very well as her clit rubbed on his shaft and bumped over the head of his dick. She groaned and grabbed his hips with her knees. The sudden stop made her rock forward onto her hands and arms more and rammed her clit hard against his shaft. That almost put her over the edge.

Tom grinned at the expression on Jana's face. Her eyes were shut and she was chewing on her bottom lip. She was right on the ragged edge of another orgasm. When she shivered as he lowered her full weight back onto his dick, he knew he was correct.

They were both still for several minutes and then Jana sighed deeply. Her eyes opened and she looked down at the man under her. A smile spread across her face a moment later. It matched the smile on his face. 

"What would happen if I licked, sucked, and nibbled on one of your nipples right now?"

Jana shivered and replied, "Two things. One, I would have to move from where I'm sitting and I really don't want to move. And two, I would come harder than I did earlier."

"And If I picked you up and sat you on my face?"

Jana groaned long and loud, her hips flexing and jerking as she started to come. Her hips moving, rubbed her clit against his shaft and lifted her orgasm to new heights. His hands on her breasts suddenly lifted it even higher. He just pressed his palms to them but her rapid breathing was rubbing them against him just enough to shoot sparks straight to her sex.

There was a sudden hot liquid feeling on his shaft where her burning sex was when she started to come. There was another just like it a few seconds after he covered her breasts with his hands. Both made him groan softly. He couldn't remember ever being this wet from his ex rubbing on his shaft.

Jana leaned forward against his hands and moaned softly as her clit moved against his shaft. Then she was being lowered until she was laying flat on top of the big man under her. His arms went around her as she snuggled and sighed. 

It was several minutes before she licked her dry lips and whispered, "Riding Mountains seems to be thirsty work."

Tom chuckled but didn't say anything.

Jana grinned; she knew exactly what he was thinking. "At least you didn't catch fire," she whispered a moment later.

"It wasn't from the lack of trying," was his reply.

With a laugh, Jana crawled forward and kissed the big man gently on the lips. Then she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. "When you first asked about us going out, I thought it would be you trying to take advantage of me but it seems to be working out the other way around."

"You don't hear me complaining do you." 

Jana shook her head and then kissed him again. His hands had been resting on the backs of her thighs. Now they slid up over her ass, where one stopped and the other came on up to her back. He was kissing her in return, which made her whimper softly. His kiss was soft and gentle. As she took the lead and teased his lips and tongue, it grew more passionate.

One of his hands caressed and squeezed her butt, while the other caressed her back. They were big and rough feeling against her skin but gentle of touch. She heard herself moan each time he squeezed one ass cheek or the other. A finger ran up and down between the cheeks for a moment and then teased her hot slippery opening. 

Jana groaned deeply and wiggled her hips as his fingertip gently probed her vagina. As wet as she was, it had little problem entering her to the first knuckle. Her inner muscles clamped down on it and she groaned again. When he did not move the finger, she wiggled her hips. The finger moved deeper very slowly, which made her groan again even louder.

When the finger stopped again and did not move for a minute or so, Jana broke the kiss and pushed up with her arms, arching her back. "That's teasing," she whispered. 




The Devil and an Angel



Tom grinned and nodded. "Yeah, it is."

She rocked her hips from side to side and then wiggled backwards, driving the finger even deeper. She shivered and wiggled her hips. "Much better," she whispered with a grin.

Tom eased his finger out an inch or so and then pushed it back in slowly. He could feel her vagina grabbing at his finger as it moved in both directions. Her eyes got a hooded look as he did it a second time. The third time, he pulled the finger all the way out. Her eyes flew open and she started to protest until she saw his finger slip into his mouth. Instead, she groaned softly and whispered, "You're teasing again."

"Nope, just getting a taste," Tom replied before he smacked his lips. "It is tasty, that's for sure."

"Be careful or you'll have a wild woman sitting on your face."

"Promises, promises," Tom replied with a grin.

Jana grinned and came up onto her knees. The next thing she knew, she was moving through the air with one of his hands under each of her thighs. She gave out with a little yelp of surprise and then grabbed the headboard for balance as she laughed and tucked her feet up against her ass. 

Then she gasped as the widest tongue she had ever felt made a lick from her opening upward to her clit. It felt like it was spreading her outer lips as wide as his dick had only it was hot and wet. She gasped again as he literally sat her down on his face and his tongue wiggled inside her. Not only was it wide but it was thick also. 

With a loud groan, she let go of the headboard and grabbed a double hand full of hair, grinding her sex against the intruding tongue. That also ground her clit against his nose. Then she was riding him for all she was worth as an orgasm started to build deep inside. She was startled by both her reaction and the building orgasm. Her clit should have been too sensitive from earlier and riding someone's face was something she had never done. 

A minute or so later, she let out a loud yell as the orgasm broke over her and she came for the third time in one night. This one was even bigger than the first two and seemed to go on and on as Toms tongue worked in and out of her flooding vagina. She tried to get up off him but her legs did not seem to want to work so she kept right on rocking on his face and coming.

*****

Jana groaned and then sighed. She was flat on her back on the bed, her feet propped up on the headboard. She opened her eyes and saw Tom lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand. His face was a mess from ear to ear. He grinned at her and she giggled. She didn't giggle, she told herself but that did not help. All it did was make her giggle again.

"An interesting reaction," Tom said and licked his lips. "The giggling, not the drink I got."

Jana giggled again and then shook her head hard. "Quit that," she said loudly.

Tom chuckled. "That good, huh?"

"I've never, uh, ridden anyone's face before."

"You could have fooled me."

Jana sighed and whispered, "I told you about a wild woman."

"I'll have to pay more attention to those warnings. I'm surprised I don't have a couple of bald spots."

"Uh, sorry," Jana whispered in reply. "That danged tongue of yours is dangerous."

Tom chuckled. "Yeah, my ex has told me that a couple of times."

"And she divorced you anyway? Crazy lady," Jana whispered and then yawned. "You've about knocked me out."

With a laugh, Tom said, "You've about knocked yourself out. I've been mostly passive. Wait until I get aggressive."

Jana groaned and shook her head. "Not until I get some rest." Then she yawned again. "What time is it and when do we have to check out of this place."

Tom looked at the window and then at the clock on the nightstand. "Six forty five and probably ten o'clock, if they keep normal hour."

Jana yawned again and scooted down in the bed until her feet were on the pillow. "I feel like I'm going to sleep until mid afternoon."

Tom rolled over on his back and reached for the phone on the nightstand. "Looks like we're staying another night."

Jana laughed. "Sounds like a plan to me. A nap and then lunch or supper at the Mexican restaurant and then...." Another yawn stopped her from speaking. 

"Turn around in the bed so we can cuddle," Tom said as he dialed the front desk

As he arranged for another night, Jana spun around on the bed and pulled the covers up over them. By the time he hung up, she was on her side with her back to him, snoring softly. He grinned as he cuddled up behind her, his dick once again pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She shivered and wiggled back tighter against him as he slipped an arm under her head and hugged her tightly with the other.

He kissed her hair and sighed as he relaxed. He should call the office but.... It could wait. He just hoped Fred didn't start calling the police stations and the hospitals. Then he grinned as he thought; but then again, if sex was any better than the foreplay, he might just need a hospital.

Only time would tell and he had plenty of that. Her nap was costing him money but hell, it was only money. Her on the other hand, was something rare and possible very precious to him. He sighed deeply. "There's time to think about that later," he whispered and then yawned.

*****

Tom woke up alone in bed. He rolled over on his back, yawned deeply, and stretched. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom. He smiled as he let his mind idle over and thought about last night. Then he sighed and wondered what the day would bring. The sound of water died in the bathroom and he sat up on the side of the bed.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Jana walked out wearing nothing but a small towel around her waist. She saw him smiling at her and said, "I would have worn both towels, but I saved you a dry one."

"One towel, no towel, both are favorites of mine," he replied with a grin.

"Yeah but no towel would get us started again and I'm starving. For food that is but no margaritas for us this time."

Tom looked at the clock and shook his head. "It's almost four so we should be hungry." He sighed and added, "I'd better call the office before someone sends out search parties."

Jana laughed. "I can see the posters now, wanted, one lost mountain. Please report it, if ya see it."

"I don't think I've missed a day in the office in five or six years."

"Are you kidding me? And I thought I was the one with no social life," Jana said as she picked her skirt up off the floor.

"Social lives are far overrated," Tom replied as he picked up the phone and started to dial. "You get dress while I call off the dogs. Then I'll get a quick shower and we'll find some food."

*****

They ended up eating at a small truck stop diner farther out the highway. They made jokes about breakfast for supper as they ate. They also decided since they still had three hours of daylight left to head on up to her place for her truck.

*****

Tom got out of the truck and unlocked the gate at the entrance to the Wheeler C. location. He opened it and Jana drove the truck through so he could close it. Back in the truck, he looked over at Jana and grinned, "Now we both get to see what my money has bought."

"You haven't been out here." She asked as she put the truck in gear and idled down the narrow white rock road. Dense thickets lined both sides of the road.

"I've seen pictures and had a full report from my foreman in charge. The daily reports looked good all during the project," he replied.

The road made a sharp turn and went down through a creek bottom. Jana stopped at the culvert the creek ran through. The last time she had been through here, there was dead brush and trees lining both sides of the creek. Saltwater from the well up stream had ravaged the creek bottom. Now there were wild grasses and wild rice growing all along the creek. Dead trees and brush had been cleared and red oaks and white oaks had been replanted.

"Nice, but how far up and down the creek did they go?" She asked, as she looked both ways up and down the creek.

"If memory serves, they started a half mile above the location and went five or six miles downstream to an old farm pond that seemed to have stopped the kill. I have the exact figures at the office on how much dirt and water was removed to get the salt cleared and how much was brought in to replace it."

"You don't mind if I walk it, do you." Jana asked as she moved the truck forward and over to the side of the road. 

Tom grinned and looked at the skirt and blouse she still wore from the night before. She was naked under it as far as he knew but had replaced her heels with tennis shoes. "You're welcome to walk any and all of it but I think the mosquitoes will eat you for lunch dressed like you are."

"It's well after supper time but I understand what you're saying," she replied with a grin. "Anyway, it'll give me a reason to get you out of your office again."

"Anytime," Tom said with the same type grin.

Jana pulled the truck back onto the road and drove up the hill toward the location. "So far, so good on the cleanup."

Tom nodded. "Now, how are you going to apologize for not believing me?"

"I thought this morning was a good start on the "and what else" part of our conversation," she replied as she stopped the truck in the middle of the location and shut off the motor.

"Kind of one sided but yes, a very good start," Tom said as he opened his door and got out of the truck.

Jana got out and walked around to the front of the truck and stood there looking around. The old leaking pump jack had either been replaced or rebuilt. It looked shiny and new. There were dirt enclosures around the pump jack, the processing equipment, and the tank batteries. Everything was neat and clean. The old oil and saltwater filled reserve pit had been filled in and grass was growing over the area. 

"Very good," Jana said and started to walk toward the edge of the location.

Tom leaned on the front bumper of the truck and watched her as she checked out the new ditch system around the edge of the location. A light breeze blew her skirt as she did. The peasant blouse had slipped down on one shoulder as she walked back toward him. 

"Things look great," she said with a big smile. "I never would have believed it without seeing it with my own eyes."

Tom grinned and nodded. 

Jana stopped right in front of the big man and tilted her head back to look up at him. Then she laughed as he picked her up by the waist like a small child and sat her on the hood of the truck. Now her neck was not bent as much to look at his face.

"If the rest of the locations and surrounding areas are half this good then I do owe you a big apology. For now, I'm taking your word for it, so lets get back to my house so I can call my lawyers. It'll be in the morning before they an do anything about dropping the lawsuits but better early than later."

Instead of a reply, Tom leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. He had a hand on the hood on either side of her hips. Jana brought her hands up and slipped them around the back of his neck as the kiss lingered. 

When he started to lift his head, she relaxed her grip on his neck and let him. He only moved a few inches and asked in a soft whisper, "How comfortable is your bed?"

She grinned at him and replied in the same sort of whisper, "Very comfortable."

He nodded and the next thing she knew, he had her in his arms carrying her toward the driver's door of the truck. Jana laughed and held onto his neck.

"I take it, you plan on being more aggressive tonight?"

Tom opened the door and said, "You might say that, but then again, I'll be very interested in how you handle your second mountain ride. Only this time it'll be more than just playing slip and slide."

Jana shivered hard as he sat her in the truck. "Can I start out trying that face sitting thing again?"

"It would be my pleasure," he relied as he shut the door.

"Mine too," Jana whispered to herself with a big grin. "Mine too. After that I'll die a happy camper."

Tom got in the truck, grinned, and said, "Shall we go?"

Jana started the truck and turned it around. She drove back down to the creek and stopped. "I'm loving the fact that this looks so good. It's the way things should be."

Tom was looking at Jana as he nodded in agreement. "I was thinking pretty much the same thing," he whispered softly.

Jana looked around at him with a questioning look at his soft comment. Then she grinned and put the truck in gear. As she started up the hill on the other side of the creek she whispered, "Life is sure looking up, and I'm going to do a lot of looking."

Tom chuckled but he knew exactly what she meant.



The Devil and Me



A warning before you continue further. This story is a dark fantasy; it contains scenes that graphically depict sex with multiple partners, sex with demons, incest and anal sex. If any or all of these things are not to your taste then please return post haste to the fluffy bunny section. Everybody else please enjoy... 

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I am nearly thirty years old and long ago gave up listening to fairy stories and it's been even longer since I believed them but I met the devil. I know that I sound crazy but it's true. There is no-one else I can tell but you because they simply won't believe me. So it's a secret and you mustn't tell anyone because they might think you are crazy too for believing in me.

Of all the places I can think of that I might see the devil, and it never occurred to me that I might, my own bedroom would probably be last on the list.

I was lying in bed drifting to sleep having watched a DVD where the hero sweeps the leading lady off her feet with his determination and irresistible charm. I lay there in that warm place between waking and sleeping dreaming of a man who would do that for me. 

I heard the door open and close and the mattress shift as though someone had sat down. In my warm sleepy bubble I was reminded of the days when my dad would come and sit on my bed if I had fallen asleep before he got home.

"Daddy?" I murmured.

"I can be." Uttered a smooth purring voice that was definitely not my fathers'.

The blankets rose and fell as though someone climbed beneath them and a cool draft slid over my warm and cosy skin only to be replaced by the solid heat of a hard muscled body at my back.

Even when soft gentle fingers lightly brushed my nipples I still thought myself to be dreaming of the actor in the film that I could no longer remember the title to. There is a secret spot on the side of my neck that feels so good when it is kissed that I once let Peter Marlowe put his hand inside my bra. I thought I was dreaming of Peter Marlowe then because the softest tongue that ever was licked that spot on my neck again and again until my knickers were as wet as my skin. All the while that light touch rolled delicate circles over my hardened nipples until they felt like might just burst through wanting a firmer hand.

I am embarrassed to say that I liked it, I liked it so much that I wriggled and writhed against that long hard body that I dreamed behind me in my bed.

"Ask me and I will do it." Said the smooth creamy voice at my ear. It sounded so soft and breathless just like Peter did when he put his hand against my breast after Sally-Ann's wedding party. "All you will owe me is one favour."

It may sound strange now but it didn't when I thought I was dreaming it. When I was dreaming it all I could think about was more. More delicious tongue on the sweet spot of my neck, more hands on breasts and something to ease the ache in that spot that makes my underwear so very wet. I seemed to be having trouble breathing too, my chest was tight and I panted as though I had run along way rather than lying in my bed in the dark wanting a dream man to do things to me that I didn't yet have the names for.

"What sort of favour?" You see I wasn't fully stupid.

A chuckle so rich and smooth it could never be dangerous, wicked maybe but not dangerous, sounded at my ear.

"I will ask of you something akin to what you ask of me, how's that Sweetling?" 

Just about every thought in my head revolved around my body just then, sweet feverish aches tugged at me. My breasts, my neck, my lips and the centre of my body that I knew was wrong to touch. The chuckle sounded in my ear making me shiver even though I was so very warm.

"Would you like me to make you feel better than this?" 

I couldn't think that I could feel better than I did right now and I couldn't catch my breath to answer so I nodded.

"And if I do then you will owe me a favour, if ever you ask me for a third then you shall be mine. Agreed?"

I could hardly breathe by the time he asked that so once more I nodded into my pillow in the dark. As soon as I did my dream lover rolled onto his back pulling me with him so that I lay draped across him like an electric blanket. My back to his hard muscled chest and stomach. His hand gripped one breast hard enough to make me gasp even through my nightdress and then squirm, one long nail dragging over the hard point of my nipple until it bounced free of the pressure only for it to begin again. If I had known my small breasts were capable of such delightful sensations I would have begged for this alone I am sure.

I was soon to be distracted though because his other magical hand began to slide down the length of my body caressing every rib, the dimple of my navel until long thick fingers traced the elastic of my underwear. Long pointy nails scraped the edge of the elastic first at my waist and then over the very top of my legs.

His nails were so very long that I panicked and squeezed my thighs together thinking I could not bear to be scratched in so private a place but then the hand that tortured my breast so skilfully slipped inside my nightdress and the feel of being skin to skin was so truly decadent that my body melt over his. Arms drooping and legs spreading I melted like ice cream on pancakes.

That was when he pierced me. His thick long finger sliding inside my hot stickiness, his strange nail slicing through my virginity. I cried, I really did, since I thought that such sharp pain inside me could never be soothed. I was wrong because then that finger that had torn through that prized flesh, or so I had been led to believe, began to move. Backwards and forwards, slowly at first and then faster, the only sound to be heard was the ragged rasp of my breathing and the sinful liquid slurp of my soft wet flesh clinging to his finger.

Then the most unbelievable thing happened. My stomach dropped away from me like on the first peak of the roller coaster after an interminable climb that seems to last forever. With that my entire body shuddered with the spasms the gripped me, again and again I bucked against my lovers hand until finally the madness left me sated, smiling and sleepy.

As a dream it was the best I had ever had. It was less easy to live with the reality.

It made me smile on the crowded tube the next morning to remember such a strange and vivid dream. Pressed into that long narrow train with what seemed like most of the world and I smiled like a fool. I was snapped from the precious memory by an uninvited hand stroking my backside. It happens from time to time on the tube, I have known it myself and witnessed other women's sharp and disgusted exclamations that proclaimed the press of bodies to be not as impersonal as we hope.

"Mmm, why not see what he does next?" The voice of my lover whispered in my ear.

I looked around to see who was talking but saw no-one paying any interest to me.

"Is that your favour?" I murmured so quietly I could barely hear myself.

That soft stroking chuckle sound as though it was right before me but I stood in the corner facing the doors and I knew there was nobody there.

"Sweetling, it was merely a suggestion to brighten the day."

I blinked in shock at the very idea of not responding to a train groper. The very hesitation seemed to encourage him because two hands cupped my backside, softly rubbing large circles over my firm cheeks. The hands grew bolder, grabbing and squeezing my buttocks with splayed fingers until I felt sure I would have bruises. It felt much like it had the night before in my dream an unseen man touching my body without permission and I confess to the some darkness in my very soul that I liked it.

I liked the sound of his startled breath when I did not slap his face and I liked the emboldened touch that tugged my hips back firmly so that he could rub his shocking hardness into the softness of my bottom. I do feel that when I finally reached my stop we were both alot warmer and more breathless than if we had jogged the journey. I didn't turn to see his face but as I stepped down onto the platform I caught the eye of a red faced man staring at me strangely.

My journey home was uneventful unfortunately, unfortunate because I had spent the day reminiscing about my mystery night time lover and then my brazen behaviour on the journey to work. I spent most of the evening waiting and hoping for my lover to reappear. My newly awakened body yearned for his touch. I barely even blushed when my father knocked on the door to ensure I was feeling okay because I had not spent any time with him or my brother that evening watching television in the living room.

Again I was halfway between sleep and waking when I felt the mattress dip and warm breath on my face.

"I have come for my favour Sweetling." He murmured.

My body tightened in nervous anticipation of his request, he must have recognised some invisible signal because he chuckled as he had when he urged me to allow the stranger on the train to touch me.

"I would have you drink my seed Sweetling, for I have spent the day in torment thinking of you."

I did not understand at first but slowly and insistently my lover guided me from my warm bed and onto my knees before him. I could feel the heat of his body in the darkness. Soft silky skin brushed my lips, damp with liquid salt and stretched so impossibly taut, he pushed insistently between my lips to fill my mouth. With a hand on each side of my head he guided me as he spoke of his torment. He talked in his seductive honeyed tone of the feel of my body beneath his hands, of seeing the excitement of the shocked train groper and the arousal of the men that witnessed my submission to him.

His words heated my blood and empowered me to be bolder with him. I licked the length of him, rolled my tongue and fingers around his girth and pushed my lips ever closer to but never quite reaching his belly. He filled my mouth and I struggled to take even more until he stroked the back of my throat with the engorged head of his cock. All the while he spoke of what he would do my body, his mouth promised to suckle my breasts whilst his finger would pummel my sopping wet cunt, his words not mine, until I came over his hand.

I wondered why he offered me only his hand and not the long hard cock on which I suckled and he chuckled deeply as though he could hear my thoughts.

"Only if you ask me for it." He murmured and I could tell that he was smiling.

His satisfaction was my first glimpse of ferocity in him. He gripped my face firmly offering me no way to pull free and he thrust so deep that my body tried to reject him even as I thrilled with power within me that could make him buck his hips and growl as he poured thick viscous seed down my throat and into my stomach. I gasped for air when he finally pulled his glorious cock from my mouth and I wondered if I could resist begging him to use it in place of his comparatively puny fingers.

They did not feel so puny whence he laid me gently on the bed. His nails scoring the length of my nightshirt until the fragments slipped aside to expose my body to him. I could see nothing in the blackness of my room but he spoke endearments to me that made me think the darkness was not the same barrier to him.

True to his word he suckled at my breasts until I thought I would die from the wanting of him. Without unclamping his lips and teeth from my puckered flesh he spread my thighs painfully wide and started up that tortuous roller coaster ride with his talented finger. My whole body arched and shuddered for him such was the release when my orgasm finally broke beneath him. I lay still pulsing around his uncomfortably thick finger and heard the door snick shut and a muttered apology from behind it. I sat up and instantly my lover shoved me back down again.

"But that was my dad." I hissed in panic.

"Hmm, you have given him much to think about." He chuckled wickedly once more. "Tonight he will see you like this in his mind and he will stroke his cock until it bursts."

To my horror my lover demonstrated this idea by adding an extra finger to my cunt, filling it painfully full as he used his fist on his cock. The first streams of his seed splashing over my body sent my cunt into a frenzy around his enormous digits. As I lay their gasping for air he scooped up the fruit of his lust and wiped it onto my lips until I acquiesced and drank it from his fingers. It was salty yet somehow sweet and altogether forbidden. I fell to sleep listening to sound of him licking the fingers with which he had so soundly fucked me and chuckling his wicked laugh.

My groper was missing once more the next morning, possibly in hospital from the shock of finally finding the only willing victim on the whole of the train. I stepped onto the platform feeling strangely flat without him. I felt a hand on my elbow and looked up to see the blushing witness from the day before.

"I'm sorry if this embarrasses you but yesterday was the hottest thing I have ever seen in ten years of commuting."

I watched him carefully wondering if my lover was watching. I gave a wistful sigh. "I was hoping for more this morning." I confessed.

My witness swallowed convulsively. "If you would permit I would take his place some time."

I heard the murmur of soft laughter near my ear. "Anytime." I said before I could even think. "I travel twelve stops morning and night; feel free."

His smile was luminous as he nodded too many times. "Seven forty five and five fifty, I know."

I blinked in surprise at his knowledge. "Until then."

The exchange fluttered to the forefront of my mind through out the day. I even got a phone call from my boss telling me off for the poor quality of the spreadsheet I had delivered him because of it. I didn't tell Mr McCloud the reason and promised to try harder. As I put the phone down I heard my lover's amusement and anticipation in the air around me.

I wondered at just how my lover could anticipate the use of my body and the sight of another man helping himself to it but it seemed to make no more sense than my own excitement.

I stood in my usual place when the tube doors closed on me feeling ever so exposed without my underwear. My face heated at thought of my bra and knickers carefully folded up in my handbag. I didn't look about me but braced myself for disappointment when the first stop arrived and went without incident.

I nearly cried out when a hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards again the unseen man. His cock was a solid twitching thing behind the fabric of his wool trousers and he positioned himself so that it nestled between my arse cheeks as the train shook and shimmied along the rails. The interlude was sufficiently shocking as to raise my pulse and affect my breathing but unsatisfactory in it absence of release.

I arrived home pink cheeked and chilly with too many hours to wait until bed time. I wasted time sitting downstairs and gazing unfocused at the television across from my father who was also unusually quiet until it was finally a reasonable time to go to bed. 

I lay for what seemed like hours twisting and turning beneath my quilt waiting for either sleep or my lover to claim me. It seemed neither wanted me since I only began to doze with the first rays of morning light.

My eyes were heavy with too little sleep and too much disappointment as I rode the tube that morning. I gasped with surprise when an arm wrapped around my waist shortly after the first stop, even more so when I felt myself bodily turned around to face into the carriage. I could hear heavy breathing in my ear as my 'assailant' walked me unrelentingly to the end of the carriage and pushed me into the tiny toilet cubicle. I stumbled inside bracing myself awkwardly against the toilet cistern trying to close my nose to the awful smell and the filth on the floor.

Tears formed in my tired eyes and it was only the faint sound of my dream lover's erotic laugh that kept me from turning and demanding my freedom. The flimsy lock was shot home and the cubicle echoed with the sound of heavy breathing. As my skirt was flipped over my back and my underwear yanked roughly to the ground I heard my lover give a soft groan.

"Oh Sweetling." My lover sighed with delight.

"You are one hot bitch and I am going to do to you what I wanted to do yesterday." Growled the man I had previously named as my 'embarrassed witness'.

There was little that was embarrassed about him as he adjusted my hold on the back of the toilet cistern and splayed my feet to the far sides of the cubicle, lifting my bare bottom high into the air. He gave a low pitched groan as he sank two fingers into my cunt. I don't like the word but my lover enjoys it so whenever I say it. 

It felt nothing like as good as when my lover places even one finger inside me but the entire situation made me very wet for every hard jab of his hand against my tender insides. Over and over he pumped those fingers inside me, his breathing as loud as the train itself. He moaned deeply with every breathless sound he drove from me.

I could feel myself beginning that climb that precluded my joyous release when my witness pulled away from me. I gave a moan of pure frustration. This had promised to be so much better than yesterday.

My witness rubbed something wide and silky soft against me and it was only when he began to burrow into me more forcefully that I recognised the bulbous shape as the tip of his cock. It pushed inside me like softly wrapped steel, I could feel the confines of my insides stretching with the size of it and was about to tell him that I couldn't take anymore when I feel the coarse friction of his body hair against my bottom.

He let out a groan loud enough to tell anyone passing in the corridor exactly what was happening in here. His hands dug tightly into my hips lifting me once more until I was on the very tip of my toes. Then he began to move, I gasped in shock at the way he pulled back and then slammed hard into my body. Each move was like receiving a punch to stomach. As he did so he called me all manner of filthy names that I could scarcely disagree with. I was bent double over a public toilet with a stranger ramming his cock into my body. I could try and protest my innocence but the slick slap of my sticky wetness betrayed my body's nature.

When his long thin fingers shoved beneath my work blouse they found my nipples drawn into hard tight buds and my whole body shuddered for him when he pinched at them. I came, moaning and bucking beneath him. I should have been ashamed, I know it, but all I could think about was the feel of that cock piercing body and the savage cry that man gave as he sprayed his seed into my cunt.

With his body sated and his breathing still ragged the man asked politely if I would be available for another encounter. Heaven help me but my body began to heat all over again at the idea and wordlessly I nodded to him. It was only as I was cleaning myself up that I realised he had taken my underwear with him.

Mr McCloud called my phone again over the poor standard of my work that day. I apologised automatically but the only thing I could think about was my early morning encounter on the seven forty five tube.

I had barely closed my eyes that night when my lover joined me beneath the quilts. His breath shuddering in my ear as he heaped praise on my morning exploits. As he verbally relived my encounter my body heated at his praise. Long sharp nails cruelly pinched my hardened nipples as his thick cock nudged against my spine beneath my nightdress.

"How can you enjoy the fact that I fucked another man so much?" I asked, the effect of my question ruined somewhat by own breathless excitement.

"Forgive me but I cannot help myself." He murmured, not in apology but in wry humour. "It thrills me that that I have stolen your virginity with only my finger and that the first cock that opens you is that of stranger in a common toilet." His laughter was soft on my neck and I shivered from it. "If I could have been there fully with you I would have begged you to suckle me whilst you're enamoured stranger stroked your cunt with his cock."




The Devil and Me



The image was so clear and bright in my mind that I could feel it happening. The erotic fullness of his cock pushing into my throat whilst a faceless stranger spread my thighs and ploughed into my hot tight cunt. I shuddered against him unable to catch my breath.

"You like that?" He asked as he licked the length of my neck.

I nodded into the dark realising that my lover was as much a stranger to me as the man from the train this morning.

"I want you to do that to me." I whispered.

Five long nails gripped my rounded breast. "I would if you were to ask me. I would fuck you over and again each night left to me."

"Then that is my wish."

The sound he made was caught between a sigh and a groan as he threw back the quilt and pushed me onto my back. His ardour heightened my own, drawing it out like the scent of cooking food does with hunger. Until my insides were tingling with longing for him.

His nails shredded yet another nightshirt, my skin suffered in his frenzy in the form of long welts running down my body, over my breasts to my hips. He soothed the scratches with his tongue, licking each trail as he murmured his apologies for his lack of control. His tongue lapped at every inch of my skin in the end for those parts of me that were not injured were sorely jealous of those parts that were.

When he had made his amends and I was begging for him to fill me with the cock that I had so far only tasted, he spread my legs wider than they should go and pushed my heels back to press against my buttocks. I was so eager for him that I barely noticed the discomfort. He buried his face between my thighs and licked me so thoroughly that his saliva and my juices mingled together to run down my skin and pool onto the sheet below.

He swore to me that he could taste the man on the train. Taste the flavour of his seed inside me, such a decadent despoiling as he termed it. He promised to do this every night that he was able, begged me to let more men dive into my body just so that he could taste them on me, in me.

If the stranger that morning had stretched me then my lover broke me open and rebuilt me around him such was the ecstatic agony of his penetration. Such delicious pain made me throw my head back, the meaty flesh of my thumb trapped between my teeth as I fought not to scream. The door was ajar, it took a long moment for my brain to register it as my body arched in glorious welcome to my lover. A shape outlined black against darkness and I lifted my hand with a thought to call out when my lover pressed his hand to my mouth and fit the last few inches of his length inside me. His sack bounced against the cheeks of my bottom as my eyes widened with the shock of my own fullness.

When I next remembered to look to the door my lover withdrew so completely that I cried out for his return. He did so in a lunge that knocked every scrap of air from my chest. The move sent my body into meltdown and I bucked and shuddered and spasmed at this rapturous invasion. Over it all I heard the delightful sound of my lover's tormented moan. He lay his body over mine, his hips bucking gently pulsing my orgasm to thermonuclear proportions.

"Daddy watches you." He murmured. "And he wishes to be me. He will waste his seed picturing that tonight."

Outraged shock at his words warred with the tempestuous desire that had driven me these last few days and though my orgasm had barely finished fresh waves rocked through me. My lover rode those waves, he thrust through them taunting me with the idea of such a fetish in my own father so thoroughly that I could actually see him poised above me in my lover's place and it was no longer him that spurred on my cataclysmic release.

I slept fitfully that night. Wrapped in my lovers arms, his seed seeping from me as he murmured softly spoken epithets to the depths of my desires.

It was less than a week since the devil climbed into my bed that night even though I was yet to recognise him as such I had taken him as my lover, allowed two strangers to touch my body, one of whom went on to fuck me in a toilet and I now lived with the knowledge that my father would wish to join them all. That fanciful idea was made more real to me the next morning as I felt his eyes on my body as I followed my breakfast routine before work.

I thought of all of this as I struggled to keep my breathing even on a crowded tube train whilst my train stranger stealthily worked three fingers into my sopping wet cunt. Shame and excitement filled me, shame because to even think about doing such a thing was so terribly wrong and excitement because I thrilled to this illicit touch. I tried not to draw attention from the myriad of bodies around us. We both held very still as the doors open beside us. The jostling of people pushing through to get to the platform nearly making me whimper at the shockwaves their movements had on our precarious position. The doors closed and someone pressed into my side as my delicious stranger began to fan open out his fingers within me as he resumed his gentle rhythmic pumping.

I caught sight of movement infront of me and glanced up the see a new passenger gazing down at me with open desire. 

He knew. 

I quietly hissed out a breath as an inventive thrust made my walls clench around the hand that fucked me. The new passenger parted his lips in a surprised smile and drew closer. Keeping his eyes on mine he raised his pointed index finger to my face so that I could see it clearly then he trailed it down my cheek, along my neck and tugged at the low collar of my blouse. He smiled broadly as his finger slipped inside my flimsy bra and rubbed at my rock hard nipple.

I shuddered making my stranger renew his vigour. I could feel my juices running down his knuckles, coating my thighs and threatening to slide further down my legs. As he pumped he whispered to me his desire to see me naked on this train and invited me to meet him in the carriage one night.

"Oh yes please." Sighed the man before me as he twisted my nipple between his fingers.

My knees buckled and the two men held me up between them. All three of us breathless but neither of them as dazed as I. I nodded my agreement. Tonight, the last tube, middle carriage, homeward bound. My lover's laughter tickled my senses as I stepped onto the platform sated yet crawling with desire at the same time.

What do you wear to a secret rendezvous to have sex in a public place with a stranger whose name you don't know but who is exceedingly familiar with your body? Make that two. It was a cliché but I wore high heels and a long swirling Mac to disguise my nakedness.

I felt sick with fear and adrenalin as I stood at the doors of the middle carriage. I had had to run the gauntlet of my father who looked at my outfit with a gaze similar to the stranger who had teased my breast whilst I orgasmed on another man's hand. It screamed of 'I wish I had got there first'.

I leaned my head back against the smooth walls of the carriage, there were two teenagers slouched a dozen seats away but they paid no attention to me I was too old to appeal them nowadays. The door between the carriages opened and slammed again and I tried to look without appearing too nervous. My train stranger.

"I didn't think you would come." He murmured greeting me with a kiss to my cheek. "The next carriage is empty." He said into my ear.

He looped his arm through mine and guided me to the door. I should have felt nervous, ashamed something other than the feverish desire that made want to gasp aloud with every movement of my coat over my naked body.

"Guys wait up." 

We turned as one to see the new passenger hurrying towards us. I realised for the first time that they both wore jeans and that I had only seen them in their regulation business suits. Train stranger quirked his eyebrow at me.

I gave a slight shrug. "He was playing along with us this morning." I said softly.

My stranger flashed a sudden smile. "I love how fucking sexy you are." He nodded at the new man full of manly camaraderie and threw open the door.

The three of us entered the carriage and it seemed truly deserted. New stranger walked the aisle and checked for certain before shoving his hands in his pockets and strolling back to us.

"Are you really naked under there?"

I nodded and looked up my regular stranger. He held his hand out to a set of seats, I stepped into the new space and unbelted my Mac. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder as I slipped off my coat and tossed it to the floor. It dropped with a bang that made me jump.

"My phone." I muttered by way of explanation.

"Oh God, I have video on my phone. Would you mind?" Stammered new stranger. 

My stranger was busy scouring my body with his eyes and he nodded vaguely. They ended up lining all of our phones onto one of the seats. In a daze I allowed my train stranger to direct us all as I stood for them naked on the brightly lit night train. 

My brain wouldn't work but my body was afire. They took pictures of my wantonness for themselves and for me even though I didn't think I wanted any. 

My stranger made me stand before him arms and legs spread apart whilst our new stranger stood behind me and slid his fingers inside me. As I stood, slightly leaning forward, he took photos and showed them to me. You could clearly see my glistening folds parted by masculine knuckles. The sight of that combined with my tautly peaked breasts made my knees wobble in shock. New stranger made a game of how many fingers I would take. I was tighter than he expected so he cheated, though the photos showed both of his hands disappearing inside me it was actually only four fingers that fucked me. Two from each of his talented hands.

I was just recovering from that first shocking orgasm when my first stranger put his hands in my hair and lowered my head to his lap. He unzipped his jeans and freed his thick hard cock. He smeared sticky saltiness over my lipsticked mouth then groaned loudly as he pushed me down over it.

There was little finesse as he shoved my head into his lap. When my nose pressed to his belly and my senses filled with the musky male scent of him he thrust upwards choking off my air with the thick meat that filled my throat. He groaned mightily and I saw the sparks of a camera flash behind my shuttered eyelids.

The new stranger that had merely touched my breast this morning hissed a number of vibrant prayers in the matter of his fortunes and spread my legs. I heard a number of clicks and flashes and then suddenly he thrust inside me.

I was skewered between them. My throat and my cunt filled so completely I couldn't even cry out from it. Together they worked out a rhythm that bounced me between them as they stroked their hands over my body. My back, buttocks, thighs, belly and breasts. It seemed that every part me was being worshipped.

We stopped for a station and my belly clutched in such fear that we would be seen. That fear must have excited me further because immediately I began to twitch and as they each thrust together I trembled with the force of another orgasm. If the man behind me had not had such a firm grip on my hips I would have fallen my legs were so weak. He held on as he pounded wildly in the throes of his own release.

When he had finished I was pushed up from the cock that I fucked my throat. I saw it still thick and purple with unsated lust poking out from the damp fly of his jeans. I had little time to think for I was laid across the seats as my first stranger tugged my bottom to the very edge. He lifted my hips and spread me before him, I blinked under the flashes from the phone camera that my sated stranger had picked up.

He called out encouragement as the first stranger raised me so high that my shoulders were nearly lifted from the fabric of the seats. His broad cocking glistening with my own saliva until he thrust down into me. I could see every movement he made. That thick column disappearing inside me only to reappear covered in my own thick juices and another man's cum. The sight was so utterly wanton that fresh heat filled me. I watched him gaze down my exposed body as he ploughed me with single minded determination. 

I began to pant in shock as my body tightened once more. I had all but forgotten my second stranger until he pinched both my nipples hard between his fingertips. 

The train groaned to a stop as we pulled into another station. There was a loud bang and a spill of shocked laughter as someone peered in through the window. The catcalls burned in my ears as my body shuddered in shameful orgasm. The convulsions in my lower body set off a chain reaction and soon I could feel the irregular thrusts that preceded another jet of cum hosing my insides.

I had barely dropped back onto the plush seats when I was rolled over onto my stomach and the new stranger from this morning declaring he wanted one more turn. I could feel thick oozing cum slide down my legs as I was filled once more. My bruised insides still tightening with each fresh punishing stroke. The now liquid slurp of my cunt sounded so loud in the silent carriage, only the wet slap of bare bodies meeting overshadowed it.

The memory of my body shuddering under that final onslaught as I crouched on my knees on the grubby floor, my legs barely able to bear my own weight was still fresh as I locked the front door behind me.

"Where've you been?"

I winced at the cold tone of my father's voice from the kitchen and wondered just what to say. I stepped cautiously forwards towards the brightness of the room on shaking feet in my too high heels.

"Just out with some friends." I murmured softly, it was vague enough that it wasn't even lying. I could quite meet his cold hard stare as he gave a disbelieving snort but said nothing as I retreated into the hall and began to slowly climb the stairs to my room.

I leaned heavily against the closed door and sighed softly into the darkness. I yelped with shock at the feel of a huge body pressing me deeper into the wood.

"Oh Sweetling do tell me what you have been doing." My lover's voice sounded so far above my head that I instinctively craned my neck upwards even though I couldn't even see the body that pinned me.

I leaned forward and lay my head on the hot, hot skin of his bare chest. "I have just returned from two strange men who fucked me without rest for the last hour." I closed my eyes in relief at the sound of his delighted moan.

"And you are full of their seed." He growled hungrily.

I nodded slowly wondering how it was that my body wanted him already. "Do you wish to taste it?"

"No, I would feel it first." He growled deeper this time. His hand curling around my bicep and guiding me towards my bed. "What is that in your pocket?"

He didn't wait for me to answer but helped himself to my phone as he tugged my coat from body and pushed my face down onto the mattress. I heard the beep of the buttons and the shudder of his breathing as he found the incriminating pictures.

His cock felt as hot as a branding iron as he thrust fully inside me, his hands running along my soaking wet thighs as he stretched me beyond capacity. I cried out half in fear that he would tear me open irrevocably but mostly just at the joy of his obvious arousal. The phone beeped again and again as he scrolled through the photo's my lovers had taken and with each sound he slammed into me.

"So much seed." He sighed shakily. "If you were to ask me now would be the perfect time for me to open your arse Sweetling. One last favour and you would be mine forever."

Fear opened my eyes wide just as longing clenched my walls tight around him. The idea of forever with my lover made me want to sing with joy but the manner of gaining that made me tremble with genuine terror especially since he was straining the capacity of my abused cunt.

I didn't get the chance to answer because the bedroom door was flung open. Light spilling into the room and illuminating my upturned arse and cum filled cunt. My lover was nowhere to be seen, my phone rocking slightly on top of the quilt where it had fallen.

I tried to roll away, cover myself somehow but my father lashed out with a stinging slap on my arse that made me freeze.

"You disgusting little slut." He hissed. "You are dripping with cum and still you can't stop touching yourself. What's this?"

He snatched up the phone and I closed my eyes as he scrolled through the photographic evidence of my depravity. I tried to open my mouth to explain away the obvious but when I did a fisted hand crammed into that space. I gasped in shock as my lover spoke in my voice.

"I thought you didn't want me Daddy." He crooned.

"Oh Baby." My father gave an anguished sob at what he believed to be my own words.

I shook my head fiercely and flexed my jaw to try and argue but my lover gagged me soundly. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned into me.

"This is my favour." He gave a soft laugh. "I will watch him fuck you, I will watch you writhe beneath him and then when you have drained him I will grind his seed ever deeper into your body." 

I closed my eyes, the image already burning into my brain and heating my blood much to my own revulsion.

Hands too soft to be my lovers stroked along my back and around my ribs to cup my naked breasts. They weighed the soft flesh, trembling slightly.

"Feel the longing in him Sweetling." My lover purred with a dark satisfaction. In my own voice he sighed with breathless excitement. "Oh yes Daddy, at last."

My father gave a shivery moan and took his hands from me to unfasten his trousers.

"Ask me your favour and you will be mine forever." My lover growled. His voice softened as he added. "Please."

Tears ran down my cheeks as I heard my father grunt and slide his hardened cock inside me. My shame grew as I heard the click and whir of him using my phone to capture the sight of it but it was near complete when that camera was held before my eyes, the light nearly blindingly bright in the semi-darkness. The screen showed plainly the sight of my arse cheeks held open, the tufted hair of my mound soaked in cum that dripped away to coat my thighs and my folds clinging to the thickly veined cock that belonged to my father.

My lover took his knuckles from between my teeth and replaced them with the bulbous head of his cock. He tasted strongly of my own arousal and other men's cum. I stroked that soft stretched skin with my tongue and glanced once more at the photo, gasping as my daddy pumped my sopping cunt.

"I beg you please fuck my arse." I screamed to my lover as my orgasm ripped through my body mercilessly.

My lover gave a hiss of triumph as he pushed down into my throat. In the dim light from the hall I could see only air before my face even though I could feel the taut skin of his belly flatten my nose. My eyes rolled wildly as my Daddy pulled free of my spasming cunt to nudge at the tightly drawn muscle of my arse. I couldn't even scream as he took my final cherry. Though it stung so sharply he slid in deep and fast such was the lubrication my cunt had offered up.

My lover egged him on, again in my own voice. "Oh yes Daddy. It feels so good."

"You filthy little bitch." My father hissed though he moaned at the feel of my body taking him in. "I could have been doing this for fucking years if I had known what a total cum slut you are. Just wait until I tell your brother."

That fresh horror undid my control. As I cried around the obstacle in my throat my body shook and trembled for my daddy's cock reaming my arse. With a hoarse cry he shot his load inside me. He did not react at all to the triumphant roar of my lover as he poured scalding hot cum down my throat.

I lay there for what seemed like hours my body still quaking with aftershocks that felt like small shivers of betrayal. My arse and my cunt stretched and sore from the thick hard cocks that had pounded them, so many in just a few hours. My lover wrapped his arms around me and rocked me as I absorbed the knowledge that my father had pushed his cock into my body. Not only had the sight of it made my lover come but I couldn't deny that I had loved every shameful moment. I loved the feel and the texture of it, I had enjoyed my fathers shock and disgust as well as his lust. He had called me all the bad names that he had made me afraid of as a child even whilst he was ordering me to wake him at seven with a cup of tea and blow job.




The Devil and Me



I let out a long sigh and slowly relaxed against my lover's body. He had been murmuring softly all the while but only now did I tune into the words.

"Mine. My Sweetling whore. Mine." 

"You are the Devil aren't you?" I sighed into that comforting dark.

"One of them my love." He growled softly as he spoke. "Do you regret your decision?"

I closed my eyes and considered the question fully. My body hurt both physically and mentally. I felt more alive than ever before. I shook my head, no I couldn't regret a single thing. My lover had taught me about the true nature of my body, of my soul, and though the shock and the shame of it was still fresh in my mind so was the wetness of my arousal.

His cock grew impossibly thick against my spine and his soothing hands moved from my arms to my breasts, less soothing but ultimately more possessive. I revelled in the sigh he made as he eased slowly inside me, pushing up into me as he pulled me down onto him. Grinding against me in merciless circles of pleasure. I mourned the loss of him when he pulled from me though it was merely to reposition me.

He pushed my knees to my shoulders and gazed down at me. For the first time I could see him clearly in the penetrating darkness. See the glistening red of his oily skin, the gleam from the magnificent horns that sprouted from his head and the long fleshy tail that whipped the air in a display of his anticipation. The huge round fingers that curled around my ankles were tipped with long deadly looking claws, the savagely beautiful face that had been such a mystery to me until now. He watched me with bright yellow eyes and his lips pulled back in a smile of total masculine pride as my eyes widened at the intimidating length and breadth of his cock. 

I stared in fearful fascination as he pressed that monstrous apparatus to that tiniest opening in my body and bore down. I screamed with agony, with fear and finally ecstasy as he filled me so totally I thought I might die from it. But I can't die from anything that he does to me now because he promised me forever and that word has fresh meaning to me these days. I shudder with sheer delight at the mere thought of forever more with my demon lover and his inhuman cock and debauched desires.

I spent years asking him what he wished to use my final favour for. More than a thousand nights of sheer carnal possession after more than a thousand days spent tempting strangers with my body for the ultimate demonic delicacy. Freely given human seed served in a willing human chalice.

Do you wish to know that final favour of his?

I had thought he would use it when he suggested that my brother join my father and I one evening, or the time he suggested that I stand naked in the men's toilet at the pool hall or even when he mentioned how very lonely his demon brothers get waiting around for a woman of their very own to cherish.

But I can tell you that I needed no such coercion in any of those matters. 

I welcomed my brothers' cock into my arse as I sat astride my fathers body, watching his shame as he looked up at my brothers face from over my shoulder feeling every stroke of his body through the thin walls of my own and listening to their harsh urgent curses as they emptied themselves inside me. Again and again, night after night.

The pool hall was a veritable library of willing cocks to be borrowed. My stamina and capacity greatly increased by the devoted attentions of my lover. The praise that he heaped on me that night when I returned awash with more cum than I could ever have imagined still raises a proud flush to my cheeks.

And how could I deny any of my lover's brothers when I offer myself so readily to any man that asks. He may not share my body should he ask me to soothe one of those brothers but he will hold his body close to mine, spread me open for his kin and feel the straining of my muscles, the shuddering of my pleasures. 

No what he finally asked me as that outstanding favour was that I help to find willing partners for those poor lonely brothers of his. Partners willing to spend eternity with a spectacularly well-endowed male specimen who will satisfy every carnal thought you have ever, or even never, had. A thousand lifetimes being cherished for the earthly delights that you can bring.

That is why I am telling you my story. That is why I hope that you will believe my words. Because I see the darkness in you too and I know others that will prize you for it. It only takes the asking of a few favours. Tell me; would you like to become a Sweetling whore too?