2 comments/ 19536 views/ 2 favorites Broken Date By: BackDoorRed Edited by slutkimmi * "What!" Ann snapped in surprise. "Work late again?" "Yeah baby, I'm sorry. I know we had the night planned. I just can't help it!" Terry said knowing full well he just hadn't stood up to his hyperactive boss. "But Terry! This is the third time this month you've called to break our date!" she said in disappointment. Pressing the End button on her cell phone, she plopped herself down on her bed and tossed the phone aside. In frustration, she muttered words and phrases that she knew fit Terry's boss to a tee. "Boy, if I could get my hands around that boss' neck, I'd show him a thing or two." Ann snapped. But then she wondered exactly what she would do if given the opportunity. It wasn't that he was particularly a slave driver but more that he made decisions at the last minute. Hence, Terry having to stay late on nights he'd planned to be with Ann. To her, it almost seemed like Terry's boss knew about their plans and did everything he could to spoil any and all of them. She was already dressed for their evening out at a famous Italian restaurant in the downtown area. The Lasagna there was definitely to die for, not to mention the garlic breadsticks and the fine wines. She and Terry would surely dance to the romantic music, stare into each other's eyes, and eventually take a drive to center city where the nightscape would surely lead the two lovers to intimacy. As Ann lie upon her king size bed, she pondered the times she and her man had made love long before they'd had sex. He could truly win her charms by his words, by his stares, and by his adoration for her. His dark brown hair often brought delights other as she slid her fingers through it while they kissed. His broad chest made her feel secure, especially as his arms wrapped lovingly around her. In them, she enjoyed the feel of pressing against him and he did as well. He truly was a sensitive man, a tender lover, but passionate to the core. "Damn that boss!" she said in disgust. Since Ann would again spend an evening by herself, she decided to not waist the time in feeling sorry for herself. She arose from the bed, removed her sexy, black dress, the one she'd purchased with the slit up the left side, and hung it back in the closet. Now standing wearing only her lacey black bra and panties that affectionately hugged her tight, round bottom, she walked over to the full length mirror to admire her beautiful form. Ann turned to the right and then the left as she smiled and pondered what Terry would say if he could watch her dressed as she was. "His dick would be throbbing now!" she said as she turned to admire her hot, round butt. Then she completed the turn so she faced away from the mirror. Spreading her legs apart, she bent over and stared at her backside through her parted legs. The panties slid neatly into her crack just covering her sex. She did, however, notice that several of her bright red pubic hairs had escaped their lair. Those alone could bring her man to lustful insanity, especially if he could behold them against the background of black. "Ah! I love being a redhead!" Ann said giggling. "My milky white skin, my firry pussy hair, my brown eyes, and the temptingly dark crack of my butt! Oh my, Terry, you just don't' know what you're missing!" Ann straightened and walked over to her nightstand. She opened the lower drawer and rifled through various sex toys till she found two vibrating dildos. One was a dark green color, ribbed, and about six inches in length. The other was a five inch, thinner probe she often saved for occasions like a broken date. Its smooth shaft worked well in the most intimate of holes. Then she lie back positioning her body so that in the middle of the bed, she could easily spread her legs to maximum parting. Before she did, however, she said, "If I could get my hands on that stupid boss! Why I'd handcuff him to the bedposts, leave his clothes on, and make him watch as I do myself good!" Giggling, she relaxed as she pictured his pitiful body writhing in a build up of frustration as he stared lustfully at her parting legs. Then slowly, the redhead reached between her luscious 38Cs to unclasp the lacey black bra that housed her milky melons. As it fell away, she pulled it from underneath her back, lifted it, and told the boss to get ready for the gagging of his life. When he could no moor speak his thwarted lust, she laughed heartily. Slowly, she touched her breasts paying particular attention to her pink,, rosebud nipples. The sensations left her shivering in a wave of hot lust. Fondling them sensuously, Ann asked, "Like them?" but the gagged and bound boss could only moan in muffled tones. "Bet you'd like to touch them, squeeze them, suck them, wouldn't you?" His eyes filled with longing while his body jerked at the binds that held him. She knew her beautiful body would indeed drive him crazy; after all, it had done so for her man, Terry, many times before. Ann continued to touch the soft skin beneath her finger tips as they strolled down her chest to her flat belly. From time to time, she let out a whimper or a moan of delight, knowing full well than her imaginary voyeur was being driven to the breaking point. Before she reached orgasmic heaven, she would indeed drive him there over and over. After all, it is exactly what he deserved for making Terry work late and ruining their date. Slowly, the pretty redhead allowed her mouth to open to whimper in pleasurable song. Her fingers walked around her button, occasionally one slipped in to prod her there like it was a precursor to her pussy. One way or the other, it always sent a wave of warm, tingling stimulation. Suddenly, a muffled growl bellowed from the boss at the end of the bed. Ann opened her eyes in response to see one lust filled man, ready to take her, ready to devour her, and ready to fuck her senselessly. But he would not, could not, and she knew it. He would just have to accept his roll as the watcher, the wanter, and the unfulfilled. When her fingers slid underneath her panties, her butt writhed and wiggled against the mattress, a move that always drove her man to beg for a repeat. Thoughts of former love making flooded her mind. Then she began to dig her heels into the bed while slowly pulling her panties down to reveal her red hot entrance. At that, even she could not hold in her own thrill of anticipation so she let out a groan of lustful proportions. As the black material moved to reveal her firey furnace, the cool air from the ceiling fan caressed her pubic region. A large patch but neatly trimmed now awaited the boss for his cock's approval. His already stiffened rod throbbed beneath his pants meaning he definitely desired her pussy mound. When she slipped the panties completely off, however, his eyes just about bugged out of his head. Growls and groans issued from his bra gagged mouth only to leave Ann saying, "Oh good! You obviously approve of my pussy!" Then spreading her firm, white thighs far apart, she said, "Here! Take a better look at my flower!" Flailing arms yanked at the cuffs. Even the hips of the boss started gyrating in wanton movements that made the lovely babe wiggle her ass in desire. She continued to encourage the boss to take her any way he wanted. He could jump other the way she was and ram his cock deep inside her deliciously wet mound or he could turn her over for some darker pleasures. "Whatever you want boss, come and get it now!" she pleaded and begged. But his face only darkened in the color of angry red as he stared lustfully into the hot, cuntal triangle of his employee's girl. Then to make matters worse for him, she lifted the long, thin, smooth vibe and prodded her nipple buds. Immediately at the sensation, she let out cries of pleasure that rang joyously throughout the bedroom. She begged her man Terry to do her till he'd had as much as he wanted. Plunge this in my pussy!" she pleaded as she lifted it off her breast and posed it directly at her flower's opening. "IEEEEEAH!" she squealed as the thin rod penetrated her sopping, wet tunnel. She flipped the toggle switch on and soon felt the waves of stimulation overwhelm her body. Pulling it free to taste her juices, she cried in delight at the sweet nectar on her tongue. Then she pumped it in again to coat it thoroughly. In and out it pistoned her cunt till she eventually pulled it out to put it where it belonged. While one lust crazed boss stared helplessly, she turned over onto her hands and knees. Then in what appeared like a fluidly single movement, Ann dipped the smooth buzzing probe to rest it at the entrance to her anal flower. Growling muffled moans blasted throughout the room while the helpless boss watched her push the anal probe four inches into her gyrating butt. From there, she rested on her hands and knees again till she was used to the feeling. When ready, she lie back on her bed to spread her legs once again. Vibrations spread inside her anal cavern making her pussy spasm in anticipation of its personal toy. Even her clit tingled with desire for it knew well what was to come. "Mmmmmm, like that?" she said to the boss. "Wait till you see my dark green cock fill my red haired mound!" Ann let her butt move from side to side. It's whiteness against the dark green spread tantalized her, the colors of red, white, green, and black thrilled her to an inner wetness unparalleled in all of her sexual days. Her hands caressed freely over her belly and breasts till they rested on her face. There, she inhaled her womanly scent and tasted again, her juicy flow. Then Ann tweaked her nipples till she could hold on no longer. With her left-hand, she took the green, ribbed dildo and pushed it deep inside her cuntal flower. "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she moaned deeply as it disappeared in her canal. Ann started the buzzing action, dug in her heels, and braced herself to pump her pussy for the boss. His body jerked in crazed response while he watched the dark, green rod fill her hungry flower. When it had almost disappeared inside, Ann pulled it out to the edge then pushed it deep inside again. In and out and in and out she pumped the vibe till her pussy exploded in orgasmic shutters. The redhead writhed and convulsed in the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced. Two holes were pleasured as stiff cocks raged inside. The result was one hot scream of pleasure. One well pleased redhead bucked on the bed till she fell into spent relief. Her chest heaved in panting breaths, her sweaty body thrilled at the release, and her double penetration left her mouth agape till she fell asleep. Meanwhile, the cuffed boss grunted as cum shot from his captured dick to end up in dark stains in his pants. His own breathing left him sucking for air since her black bra was just about chewed up by his hungry mouth. Fifteen minutes later, Ann awoke with a start. The cell phone played its pre recorded clip of Beethoven's 5th symphony while she laid on her bed. Ann fumbled around to locate the phone but when she found it, she waited till she could flip the switches to shut off the dildos. "Hello!" she said in an exhale of breath. "Hello, who is it?" "Hi Annie! Its Terry, I'm getting out of the car in front of your place!" "Oh, uh! I was asleep and you woke me up." She said in shocked reply. "Sorry to wake you! Its just that the boss let me go home a little earlier than he originally planned. Still want to go out for Lasagna?" he asked stupidly hoping that she was still dressed for their earlier date. "Hmmm, come on in, and wait in the living room. Give me a few minutes and I'll get ready!" his sexy redhead said. Terry walked up the meandering walkway, found the hidden key, unlocked the door, and stepped inside to wait. By that time, Ann had pulled the buzzing rods from her well pleased tunnels. She laid them aside and put her panties back on and the strewn but wishing it had truly been chewed bra around her back to once again wrap around her soft, melon breasts. The whole affair made her giggle and smile. When she finished dressing and touching up her hair and makeup, she went down the hall to meet her anxiously waiting man. Smelling like she just had sex, Ann smiled and said, "Boy, am I hungry for Lasagna!" Broken Days Kendra moved along the beach, slowly, letting the cold ocean water slip noiselessly over her naked feet as the tide began to come in. Raising her head, she peered out over the ocean, watching the sun set upon the water, shooting off rays of yellow, red and violet across the water’s surface. It had been a long week, she had missed Michael horribly, and knowing that he may never be coming back to her was one of her worst fears. He had gone out of town, on another of his endless musician’s tours, but this time, before he left, he told her that they needed to part ways, to see other people, because they were getting too close too fast. Those were the words that she had feared for a very long time, and yet, when he spoke them to her that night, she almost expected them. Once the sun had set, she moved back inside her beach side home and plopped down upon the sofa, picking up the remote control to flip through the channels. As she finally found something that sounded remotely interesting, there was a sudden loud knock on her door. Sighing heavily, she clicked the television off and moved to open the door. To her surprise, there stood Michael’s best friend Jon, whom she had known almost as long as she had known Michael himself. “What?” she asked sarcastically with a slight roll of her eyes. “Nice way to greet me,” he smirked, “You gonna’ invite me in or what?” Moving out of the way, she motioned for him to enter and closed the door behind him. “Whatever you have to say, I’m not really interested in hearing, so you really wasted a trip over here,” she stated before moving to the kitchen to grab a beer from the refrigerator. Jon followed her, taking an approving look at her firm, tight ass that was encased in a very tight pair of daisy dukes. He had always found the girl to be extremely hot, and was only waiting for the right time before being able to make his move. Seeing as though Michael was his best friend, he had to wait for the right time before expressing his thoughts about getting into Kendra’s pants. As she bent over to get into the refrigerator, Jon moved up behind her, pressing himself against her. She smiled, though he couldn’t see, “Um, and what is it that you think you are doing?” she asked before standing and turning to face him. “Makin’ you uncomfortable?” he asked with a smile now moving his hands to sit upon her hips as his smoldering gaze held hers. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed the way that I look at you,” he stated slowly, “Michael was a major fuck up, he screwed up, and now I want to be the one that reaps in the benefits,” he grinned, moving slowly towards her to kiss her deeply. Kendra didn’t move away from that kiss, it was exactly what she was needing right now. She needed to feel wanted and needed and the way that Jon was kissing her was enough to get her juices flowing once again. Her eyes closed, she placed the beer bottle down upon the countertop and slipped her arms around his shoulders, pulling herself closer to him. Her firm breasts were pressed against the cool leather of his jacket, and since she was braless, her nipples responded positively. Moaning softly, she pulled back from the kiss, “What took you so long?” she murmured as she nibbled upon his lip. Instead of answering her, he took an appreciative look up and down her body, noticing how each swell of her breasts rose and fell with every breath that she took. “Good God, you are such a turn on, babe,” he whispered. With a smile, Kendra moved her hands up his chest, removing his jacket at the same time, watching as it fell to the floor. Their lips met again with growing desire, their breathing becoming more and more ragged as their passion grew in intensity. In a swift, fluid-like movement, Kendra moved to her knees, Jon’s zipper mere inches from her face as she slowly lowered it, reaching inside for what she really wanted. She was not disappointed. Jon’s cock was already hard, the head was purple and bulging. She lowered her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue emerge from between her lips, making small, circular motions along the head of it, before submerging it’s entire length into her mouth, loving the way that it felt hitting the back of her throat. Jon’s eyes closed as a deep, hungry groan escaped from his lips, his hand tangling in her long, dark tresses. Her lips were like magic, and her tongue was the wand as she brought him closer and closer to an amazing climax, but before he reached it, he pulled back, having a deep need to bury his shaft deep within the warmth of her wet pussy. Quickly, he removed her shirt, admiring her beautiful breasts, then taking each one of them into his mouth, sucking hard upon them as her nipples hardened against the roof of his mouth. In the meantime, his hands were working on removing those tight denim shorts and before too long, she was standing before him naked. “I’ve waited for so long,” he murmured huskily, his need to have her so great, that he couldn’t hold back any longer. With one arm, he swiped everything clear from her kitchen table, then picked her up, placing her upon it, her legs spread open wide to greet him. Kendra had a smile of deep satisfaction upon her face as Jon moved toward her, his jeans around his ankles, his t-shirt still in place. Gripping his throbbing member in his right hand, he toyed with her opening, wanting her to beg him for it, his eyes burning into hers, words not being needed at all. “Please…fuck me,” she moaned softly, her fingers entwining themselves around his shirt, attempting to pull him closer to her. Finally, Jon plunged his hard cock deep within her, Kendra’s head tipping back even further as she cried out his name, never imagining a man could make her feel so good in such a short period of time. Repeatedly, Jon slammed himself into her, gripping her hips tightly, the expression on his face one of determination to make her feel better than she had ever felt in her lifetime. Soon enough, Kendra was panting, screaming out his name as wave after wave of erotic pleasure moved through her, her hips grinding against his, meeting every thrust. “God yes!” she cried as she came over and over again, her legs trembling from the intensity of the emotion that was filling the room. “Do you want me to come?” he asked through gritted teeth. She nodded, but moved so that she could take his hard cock into her mouth once more letting him shoot his entire load down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. Sucking slowly and leisurely upon it, her eyes holding his. Once their passion had subsided, she smiled and stood once more, kissing him deeply. “And again…” she smiled, “What took you so long?” Broken Days DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18. Mark: 30, 5'8", 176 lb, runner's build and nice tan. Baby blue eyes and short, slightly spiked jet black hair. ~~~~ Written in Mark's POV ~~~~ I stared wide-eyes at my boss. "Wh..what?" He glared back. "I said, YOU ARE FIRED. There have been too many of YOUR clients finding lawsuits against my policies! Now, LEAVE!" I turned, shaking slightly as I left his office. I grabbed my coffee mug, my binder, my sunglasses, suitcase, and cell phone before jumping into my old Chevy, throwing everything in the passenger seat. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. "This day couldn't get any worse." I groaned. Here's a rundown of what my day has been like: I woke up in an empty bed. Strange.. Looked at my alarm clock.. 15 minutes late! I forgot to brush my teeth, forgot breakfast, and just dressed and ran out the front door. I jumped into the front seat when my phone rang. My boyfrind, who was supposed to be asleep with me. "Yelllo, this is Mark." I said. Zach sighed on the other end. ~~~~ Zach: Blonde, shortish hair, brown eyes, 5'7", 160 lb ~~~~ My heart plummeted. "Mark... I'm sorry... But... I. I just don't think we're right for each other." Zach started. "Zach, what are you saying? We've been together for two years now.." "And we're worse off than we started. Mark, I'm breaking up with you. You need someone who can take care of you... And that's not me." He said before hanging up. My heart shattered. I hung up, setting the phone down. Dammit, now I'm 30 minutes late. I sniffled, starting the car and heading to work. I get there an hour late and the boss is pissed. He calls me to his office, and that's where this story began. I sighed, looking at the clouds. I checked the weather. Shit... HUGE storm rolling in and I had a 30 minute drive home... I started the car just as the first rain drops started to fall. The roads seemed deserted. I watched as the houses seemed to spread out a little. I lived past the city limits, just on the edge of the suburbs where you could get a good amount of land. Sometimes, living that far isn't too useful. Like now. I can't see two feet from the front of my car and the thunder is deafening. Suddenly, two headlights blind me. I hear the screech of tires and next thing I know the car is upside down. I groan. "Great..." I mutter, unbuckling myself. I hear the other car race off, the clang of metal, then just the rain. My head hurt, I must have hit it on something. I reached over to open the door, but it was jammed. Dammit! I moved, kicking at the door, but that did nothing. Then, someone knocked. I blinked. "Hello?" Asked a young man. "Umm..." My head pounded. "Hey.." "Are you okay?" He asked. I could see his knees through the window as he knelt down to listen. "I'm stuck.. I can't get the door open.." I said, embarrassed. He stood. I heard him grunt and the door squealed as he pulled it open. I crawl out and come face-to-crotch with a 6 foot man that looked like he could have easily played Thor, only he had short, brown hair and bright green eyes. I blinked, then turned red as I stood, realizing how awkward that was. As soon as I stood, I stumbled, dizzy. Lightning flashed and I saw stars. Mr. Idontknowhisnamelookslikethor picked me up. "Careful there.. Let's go inside." He said, turning to what I assumed to be his house. Just being in his arms sent a warm sense of comfort over me. I groaned softy. Why did Zach have to leave me? If he'd been here to drive, there wouldn't have been a crash. The man set me down on the couch and closed the door. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, using a towel to dry his hair before pulling his shirt off. I blinked. "I hope you don't mind.." He said, tossing his shirt in a basket in the corner. "Are you alright?" He asked, kneeling in front of me. I found it hard to speak, so I just nodded. He smiled faintly. "I'm Noah." He extended his hand. I shook it gently. "Mark.." I said quietly. ~~~~~~~ NOAH: 35, 6 ft, 180 lb, muscular. Dark green eyes and short light brown hair. ~~~~~~~ He nodded. "Nice to meet you Mark. Would you like a cup of coffee? Tea? Water?" "W-water...would be..fine.." I said quietly. He stood and within minutes returned with a glass of water. He watched me patiently drink some of the water. "You should rest. Your car flipped at least twice before it slid." He said. I winced. "It'll be totaled.." He nodded. "I'd be surprised if not. Why don't you call someone at home and let them know what happened. Your welcome to stay here until the storm's over." I sighed. "I've got no one to call...unm, thanks for your kind hospitality." I said, pulling the towel close around me as I set the glass down. Noah sat down behind me, looking concerned. "Surely there's someone you can call? A girlfriend perhaps?" He asked. I winced. "My boyfriend broke up with me this morning." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked shocked. "Oh...I..I'm so sorry." He said, biting his lip. I sighed. "I should go.. The police aren't far, I can walk-" His hand grabbed my shoulders, catching me off guard. He pulled me into a hug. "You aren't going anywhere." He said, hugging me tightly. I sniffled. "It's dangerous outside, you don't have a car, and your day seems to have been pretty crappy, so you're going to stay right here Mr. Mark, and you're going to let me fix you up." Tears welled in my eyes as I remembered what Zach said. I started crying in this stranger's arms. He just held me close, rubbing my back. "Shhh... Just let it out." He said softly as I tried to apologize. I just curled into him, letting all my sadness and pain pour out in rivers of tears all over his bare chest. It took almost two hours for me to relate my entire life story to him, and he seemed completely willing to hear it, comforting me, telling me he was so sorry... He made me feel better, even if I had only just met him. By now I was getting extremely tired. I yawned, and he picked me up, still holding me close. He carried me down the hall. "Where are we going...?" I asked, yawning again. "You're going to go to bed." He said softly. "You need a good rest." I didn't object. He turned the light on, folding the covers back on a Queen size bed with blue sheets. He laid me down gently. "Sleep tight." He said, tucking me in. Just as he stood to leave, there was a huge CRACK of thunder and the power went out. I tensed. "N-Noah...?" "Yes Mark?" He said softly. Now, don't call me a baby, but I've been scared of the dark since I was 5. A man broke into my house and shot my father, stealing half of our things, and he was never found. Ever since then, the dark has freaked me out, especially in somewhere I am not familiar with. "C-can you stay with me..?" I asked, embarrassed and nervous I'd offend him. He chuckled softly and I relaxed. It was a beautiful sound. "Sure." He said, slipping under the covers beside me. Instinctively I scooted closer. He wrapped me in a hug and I curled into him, nuzzling my head into his smooth chest. I relaxed, Noah rubbing my back soothingly. "Just sleep.." He said softly. "Just sleep..." And I did. I fell asleep in my stranger angel's arms, comforted. ~~~~ Thanks for reading! This is my first story, and I'll be posting a second chapter soon! Any critiques and suggestions are wonderful! Just comment or shoot me a pm! Thanks~