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Angie stalked into her apartment, slamming the door. The 23 year old buxom brunette was extremely tired of bad men, bad dates, and bad sex. It didn't seem like there was one guy out there who actually knew how to please a woman... or if there were, they were all already taken by other women.

Being single was just so frustrating!!! Tonight had been another example of a crappy blind date, who took her to a bad restaurant, and then back to his apartment where he heaved and bucked on top of her without so much as a pleasured moan from her!

Not only that, but he'd been completely oblivious to the fact that his performance had fallen far short of stellar, afterwards he'd actually wanted to be complimented and cosseted. Bleep that. She'd left after he'd started telling her what a frigid bitch she was for not being able to enjoy his lackluster jack-rabbit fucking.

Whatever.

"Dammit," she muttered. So much for hopes that a date would finally mean an orgasm that she wouldn't have to give herself, and now her damn vibrator was out of batteries, AGAIN.

Looking up at the ceiling she exclaimed loudly, "What I wouldn't give for one decent Bleep! Just one, I don't even care who it's from at this point, just one damned decent Bleep that gets me off!"

Tossing the useless vibrator back into its drawer, she got into bed and used her fingers to get herself off. Considering her less than happy state, it wasn't really the best orgasm in the world. Muttering, frustrated, she tossed and turned, finally falling asleep completely naked.

At midnight the air at the foot of her bed stirred, slowly forming into a tall, dark figure. Black as night, the creature chose to take the form of a large, muscular and handsome man, but it couldn't do anything about the glowing red of its eyes.

A minor detail. It yanked the covers from the sleeping beauty, and grabbed her ankles as she suddenly started awake, unsure of what was happening.

Seeing the dark form looming over her, the red of its eyes glowing maniacally at her, she screamed in complete terror.

"Now that's not very nice," the creature had a low, hissing voice, "Here I am, to fulfill your wish and all you can do is scream at me."

Gathering her courage Angie asked, "My wish?"

"One 'damned' decent Bleep that gets you off, yes I believe that was your wish," the creature smiled evilly as her mouth worked without actually making a sound, "And here I am to fulfill it."

Angie found that she couldn't struggle, or scream anymore as the human-looking creature lowered its hands to her breasts, squeezing them hard and caressing the nipples to bring them to hardness. It grinned at her as her body responded without her will.

The poor girl felt ready to faint, although she was half sure that everything happening was a dream, so she didn't know how it would be possible to pass out when she was dreaming.

The creature spread her legs wide, and started to lower its head, a long forked tongue flicking out of its mouth towards her pussy as it bent down, making Angie want to scream in terror. It seemed as though the noise in her head was just one long terrified scream as the long tongue licked her from her ass to the top of her pussy.

Then the creature's tongue split at the fork as she watched in

horrified fascination, the thicker part of its tongue slid into her wet pussy hole, the thinner part working its way into her tight ass.

As both parts slid all the way into her holes, wriggling inside of each of them, Angie couldn't help but start to feel aroused at the unexpected and strange new sensations that the creature's tongue was eliciting from her body. She wiggled a little as the tongues probed her holes, her pussy starting to get wet with her musky sweet juices.

Once she was wet, the creature pulled its tongues out of her, satisfied, and as it pulled them back into its mouth the tongues merged back into one forked tongue.

Smiling, the creature told her, "Don't worry, you'll enjoy this quite a lot... and I can do something your puny human males can't." It glanced down at its crotch, and Angie's gaze followed it.

She gasped as the monstrous cock pointing out of its groin split, just as the tongue had, into one very large cock on top and a slightly smaller one beneath it. Grinning, the creature watched as Angie's mouth opened in a silent scream as it pulled her body towards it, her legs spread wide, holes open and vulnerable.

In two swift thrusts, the creature had her body impaled on its cocks, as she moaned and gasped with the pain of her pussy and ass stretching around the large shafts. She felt stuffed full, like a pastry with too much filling, her ass in particular was screaming protest at the invasion.

Laughing, the creature began to thrust in and out of her body, making it flop and jerk on the bed as the huge cocks pummeled her holes, big breasts bouncing wildly on top of her body. Reaching forward, the creature took hold of her breasts, using them to pull her body on and off its cocks and she cried out as the pain shot though her breasts now too.

On and on the creature pumped, it seemed like it would never end, the cocks just pounding in and out of her holes at a bruising pace, her breasts burning as its hands squeezed and twisted while they pulled at her body. She felt like a rag doll as it handled her.

When her orgasm finally hit, she was shocked... it hadn't seemed possible that she would be able to orgasm with all the pain the creature was causing, but her pussy and ass had finally adjusted and the fullness of her holes caused her to cum harder than she ever had in her life.

Her pussy creamed all over the huge cock, that continued to pump her, harder and harder as she came. The glorious orgasm felt like it was going to go on forever, with the creature pounding away at her holes, forcing yet more pleasure from her body.

Then, eventually, the immense amount of pleasure became painful as her pussy flesh became more and more sensitive and the creature continued to press in and out, slapping against her over stimulated clit.

Angie's screams became slightly different now, pleading the creature to stop as her body went into sensory overload. Finally, unable to handle the continuance of the creature's unending thrusts, Angie passed out.

When she woke up her ass and pussy were burning, sore inside and out, and green slimy fluid was leaking out of them. Gagging a little, she ran to the bathroom to wash herself.

Afterwards, looking in the mirror, she wondered if maybe she'd been a little hasty in making her wish... or if maybe it was something she'd do again.

c o u p l i n g






My sweaty hands held tight onto the backs of my knees as my virgin pussy opened to my Lush Daddy. His hard, black cock forced its way into my white pussy, the pain shooting up my spine.

I opened my eyes and saw a blurry picture of the roof in the back seat of his old Porsche. Chris' lips caressed my cheeks softly, kissing my tears away. "You okay baby girl?" he asked me with genuine concern in his deep, sexy voice.

Unable to find my voice, I nodded my head weakly. Chris was a lot bigger than I had originally anticipated and his large cock had stretched my poor pussy over its boundaries.

Chris kept his hips still for a few minutes to let me adjust to his invading member before he began shallow strokes. His full length gently rocked into my sleeve, his thrusts picking up speed and depth.

Within a few minutes, every crevice of my pussy was filled with my daddys cock.

"Ohhh yes daddy," I sighed to him, one hand releasing my leg to rub my sensitive clit. By now my hips had started thrusting, our groins slapping together loudly.

My daddys hands landed on my hips to pull me closer to him with each push. I felt my pussy tighten around his girth and throatily moaned for him.

"Oh Bleep daddy, Im about to come all over your cock. Make me cover your cock daddy! Im coming Oh Bleep! Im coming daddy!"

Chris pounded harder into my milking cunt, his hips powerfully fucking through my mighty orgasm. My newly opened hole stretched with an unfamiliar feeling before I felt him release his load into my womb.

My eyes shot open as he pulled his cock out of me, my first load of cum slowly dripping out of my pussy and down my slit.

Chriss cum leaked down to my puckered rose bud and slipped even father to the towel he had brilliantly placed under my naked body.

Bringing my head up, I saw that Chriss thick cock was still fully erect, his hand stroking the length slowly. "You made daddy come so hard baby girl. You know what he wants now?" he rasped out as his gaze was glued to my gaping pussy.

"What do you want from your little girl daddy?" I huskily asked him, my pussy still hungry for more of his hard cock.

I jumped as I felt a finger rubbing against my asshole. It was now clear to me what daddy Chris wanted his little girls anal cherry. "Do you want daddys cock in your tight ass you filthy little slut?" he asked as his finger slipped into my brown ring and began to saw in and out.

Though I wouldve rather had his cock in my wanting pussy, I remembered our Lush cyber sessions and how he would put his fist into my gaping cunt. Taking a chance that he would finger my pussy as he pumped my ass, I eagerly nodded my head.

Remembering all that I had read about from ass-fucking stories, I tried to relax my whole body and let Chris replace his finger with his mushroom-capped cock head.

A small burn accompanied his entering prick, but the pain quickly faded and turned into pleasure.

Chris steadily bleeped my ass as the car softly rocked me. His hips pumped into my tight ass quickly as one hand left my hip to force three fingers deep into my cunt.

My back arched as his thumb deliciously brushed against my hard clit, my inner walls quivering with the onslaught of an approaching orgasm. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thumb worked harder and faster on my button.

"Oh yes daddy! Pound your little girls tight asshole!" I begged ass his fingers curled into a spot I had never felt with my own fingers. Chris had found my center of gravity and my body couldnt thank him enough.

My eye sight was beginning to go black, unable to bear thee ecstasy that i was feeling from his pounding cock.

He continued to massage my center of gravity as his throbbing cock made quick, shallow thrusts into my ass. I kept calling him daddy and was rewarded with hard thrusts that almost knocked the breath out of my lungs.

A strong throb in my aching pussy made me scream in pleasure. "Oh shit! OH Bleep daddy! Oh God, Im coming! Bleep, Bleep, Bleep, Bleep. Bleep my Hot asshole daddy! Yes, Chris, yes!!"

I cried to him as my cunt exploded with a torrent of cum. Chris leg his fat cock explode in my ass as his lips clamped onto my stiff nipple.

My juicy pussy milked and rippled over his fingers as if I was being bleeped by a large cock. My body was jerking uncontrollably as Chriss cock head shot his strings of hot cum into my worn bowels.

"Oh thank you daddy", I sighed with content as we tried to capture our breaths.

Chris rewarded me with a soft thrust of his hips, just as he would in our online chats. My laugh started his and we kissed as his softening pole slipped out of my ass.

Chris pulled his cum-covered hand from my soaked pussy and brought it to my lips. Obediently, my tongue snaked out of my lips to clean his hand.

"Good girl", he cooed with smiling lips, his head resting on my bare chest. I shivered as I felt his warm breath float across my hard nipple.

We spent a few more minutes holding each other before getting dressed and heading back to the hotel he was staying at.

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It took a long time to find a babysitter for my infant child, but when my wife called one day to say she had found the perfect girl, I was thrilled that we'd finally be able to go out once again. My wife was beautiful, she had nice D cup breasts and a delicious body, but our sex life had been sapped by the arrival of a baby. At 25 we were both overwhelmed by the responsibilities of children and careers and we hadn't had much time for each other.

Our first date in a year occurred a week later when we went out to a movie and dinner. The babysitter was a stunningly beautiful 18 year old named Victoria, who was getting ready to attend college the next year. Victoria was every man's fantasy, a chirpy, big –breasted, thin girl with a gorgeous face and long, Italian brunette hair.

The first time I saw her I nearly had an instant erection. My wife had found her through a co-worker, apparently she was an in-demand babysitter, and at least from my perspective, I could see why. She arrived in a short black skirt and a low cut top, and after making arrangements with my wife we both left her to sit with the kid.

At the movie and dinner I enjoyed my alone time with my wife, but Victoria stayed in my mind. That night, my wife drove Victoria home, and I jerked off while she was gone.(to my disappointment). When my wife got home I threw her into bed and make passionate love to her, but again Victoria was nagging me with thoughts of her sumptuous body.

Over the next several months Victoria babysat for us about every two weeks, and the routine continued. I gradually got to know her through our short, two minute encounters. One night, my wife drank

too much wine and asked me to take Victoria home instead. I obliged, and realizing I needed to write Victoria a check for her work, I quickly sat down at the kitchen table and opened the checkbook.

As I was writing Victoria walked by, accidentally dropping some of her makeup on the floor. I couldn't help but stare as she bent over to pick it up, giving me a view to die for. Her pleated skirt was just the right length, rising just high enough to give me a peak of a sexy black thong. I had an instant hard-on, and suddenly she caught my gaze and blushed. I continued writing, but we both knew that I had been looking and enjoying the view.

I drove her home after her little bending over incident, but she seemed extra interested in me in a way that she hadn't happened before. She laughed at my mini-jokes that weren't funny, she smiled at me, and I swear that she pressed those sexy breasts together just to give me a view as she sat in the passenger seat.

In the weeks that followed the flirting continued, I even caught one glare from my wife, but I figured it was just playful fun. About eight weeks after my gaze, I drove Victoria home again. This time Victoria started asking about the health of my marriage and my sex life. I told her that I loved my wife, but our sex life was a bit boring.

She said that was too bad, and then she told me about her sex life. Apparently she had a boyfriend who had gotten pretty serious, and the implicit message was that she wasn't a virgin. They had a hard breakup three months back, and now Victoria was out on the prowl, looking for a decent man. She finished her story as we pulled up to her house, and I said "Ok, See ya next time."

As she got out, she smiled, her red bra was visible all the way around her low cut tank top, and she climbed out of the car. This time though, she gave me a deliberate view of her red panties. They were see through boy shorts that hugged her beautiful ass, and I nearly burst in my pants. We smiled at each other as she walked away; I rushed home to masturbate and Bleep my wife.







~~in a strip club~~





The last night with Victoria had left me terribly Hot all the time, and when my wife left for a business trip the next weekend, I decided to hit the strip club and maybe satisfy my desires. I sat in the back for most of the night, watching the hot girls strip away, but Victoria wouldn't leave my mind. I had gotten one ripoff of a lap dance, and I was about to leave when a beautiful brunette walked to the stage.

Thinking that I could fantasize about Victoria by watching her, I went to sit down in front. As I sat down she turned around, she had the same proportions of Victoria and the same beautiful hair. She turned from putting her nighty down and I suddenly realized that it was Victoria! I had wondered how she afforded the designer clothes and purses that I saw her wear each night, and I realized that babysitting wasn't the only thing she did.

Victoria was wearing a gorgeous black bra- and panty set, a thong with a little bit of jewelry connecting everything. Victoria jumped on the pole and started twirling around. I was nervous that she'd see me, and I nearly ran away, but my desire to see her body was too great. I wasn't the only guy drooling over her at the front, and paid attention to the others for most of the dance.

Just at the end, she stood in front of me, bent over and gave me a great view of her thong covered pussy. She smiled and leaned over to me on her knees, her gorgeous D cups hanging right in front of me. Just then, she realized who I was. She looked surprised, but she quickly grinned and gave me mischievous smile.

"Hi" she softly said.


I said "good evening Victoria," trying to maintain my composure. I wasn't sure if I should be embarassed for being there, or she should for being a part-time stripper.

She shyly asked, "would you like a private dance?" and she obviously wanted me to say yes.

I responded sure, and she soon came off the stage. She led me to the back where the lap dances where, but she took me to the private area where you usually had to pay more. I started to get out some money, but she quickly said "this one's on the house."

I sat on the couch, and without saying a word, she sat on my lap. She was still wearing the sexy black thong and bra she had earlier striped off, and soon she began grinding into me. She pressed my head into her chest, her nipples were already falling out of the bra. My hard on was tenting my pants, and she gave out a slight moan as she ground her panties against it.

Like a pro, she brought one hand up and undid her front-clasping bra without a hitch. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out, bouncing right in front of my face. She smiled and pushed her nipples against my lips. After licking them, I whispered too her "I want you so bad Victoria, I want to Bleep you so much." She leaned into my ear and said, "I need this cock too"

She continued to grind into me, and the moans started to increase in frequency. She then stood up, turned around, and bent over, giving a perfect view of her sweet lips. She slowly pulled down the thong as I rubbed my cock through my jeans. I made it stand up for her as high as it could in the restrictive environment, and she smiled as she backed up.

She sat on my cock, facing away from me, and started rolled the pole against her pussy. Her moans became louder and louder, and soon she was obviously trying to get off. She took my hand and

placed it on her breast, and she asked me to touch her nipples. I obliged, and soon her hands were rubbing against my jean-covered cock.

She glanced over to the open entry way, turned around and decided to go for it. She unzipped my pants and freed my dick, and her smile lit up when she saw my eight inches. She whispered that she had never had a man bigger than 6, and she quickly gave it a suck. She got my head all wet with her spit, and she stood up and sat on me again. She rubbed my dick between her legs and asked me, "Are you ready to Bleep this tight pussy?"

"Oh yes please baby" I gasped back.

Then, in one move, she took my dick and plunged it in her hole. She was so warm and wet I couldn't believe it. She gasped with delight as she started moving it around in her pussy. I told her to rub her clit while I squeezed her nipples, and with her free hand she started to cup my balls.

She bounced up and down and whispered in my ear, "We have to be quick or I'll get fired," and with that, I grabbed her and gave her about 15 long, hard and quick thrusts before she exploded in orgasm. My cock moved all the way in and out of her sweet, wet pussy, and with each thrust she gave out a sexy moan.

She tensed her pussy told begged me to cum in her, and I quickly exploded all over her insides. She giggled as an enormous amount of cum shot into her, and she looked at me with that mischievous smile and said I sure had a lot of cum. She sat up, and as my dick fell out of her she whimpered. I quickly put it away, and she sat back down on me grinding against me and whispered dirty thoughts for another half hour. I told her how great she was and asked her what time she got off, and perhaps she'd like to come over later for a little more fun.

She said sure, but she didn't get off until four am, but she'd love to

come by tomorrow. With that, we agreed on our plans and I got up to leave. I gave her a peck, and she whispered to me:

"By the way, maybe you could put that big cock in my ass tomorrow, if your ok with that?"

She grabbed my dick again. "I really need someone to Bleep me hard back there"

You bet, and I gave her one last squeeze. We smiled as I began to fantasize about the next day.

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It was the last day of my summer holiday staying with my dad and the sun was shining through the gap in the curtains as I slowly awoke and stretched lazily. I got out of bed, showered and went to get dressed.

I pulled on a white lace thong and matching 34C bra smoothing my hands over my toned body as I looked in the mirror. I chose a strappy pale yellow short summer dress that contrasted nicely with my soft tanned skin and let my golden sun kissed hair flow loose and wavy down my back. I slicked on some black mascara and swept a dab of blusher over my cheekbones before making my way downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

My dad was already up, eating toast and reading the paper at the breakfast bar. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and his favourite blue shorts which made me cringe a little. They're shorter than what's in fashion at the moment but he likes them and wears them anyway. He's in good shape for a 46 year old so I guess he can pull it off.

I said good morning to him and helped myself to coffee and popped some toast in the toaster. We talked about what we'd do that day and eventually agreed to go down to the lake, rent a boat and spend the day relaxing and making the most of the hot weather. Unfortunately his car had broken down the day before and his mate Richard who was once a mechanic was due to come round tomorrow evening to take a look at it for him.

I didn't bring my car with me since it would have been a six hour drive so I got the train down for the week instead, which meant we didn't have our own transport and would have to get the 162 bus to

the lake.

After breakfast we packed a bag of food and drinks and set off for the bus which takes just under an hour to get to the lake. We didn't have to wait long until the bus arrived but it was packed and really hot with it being a Saturday and such gorgeous weather. My dad managed to get a seat near the back right by the rear door.

I tried to follow so I could stand near him but there were so many people it was difficult to get through. With more people getting on and off the bus I was moved back and forward with the crowd and by the time the bus started moving again I'd ended up stood right in front of my dad but with my back to him. I tried to turn around but there were too many people crushing against me so I had to stay where I was and we set off for the lake.

The bus stopped at some traffic lights and as it accelerated again I tried to move my foot to get better balance only to find there was nowhere to move it amidst all the other feet and people's bags. I overbalanced and started falling backwards and felt my dad's strong hands grab my waist as I fell.

I ended up sitting on his lap facing forwards away from him. I felt really awkward as we don't have a touchy sort of relationship so sitting on his lap isn't something I'd usually do. I tried to get up but there were so many people and I had no leverage, I heard my dad from behind me telling me it was okay; I could just stay where I was.

We sat for 10 minutes or so, me still feeling slightly awkward about it. As we rounded a bend the lady in front of me moved position again and stood on my foot by accident. She looked over her shoulder and apologised but I just said it was fine and scooted further back on my dad's lap, I felt him tense up and thought he must be feeling awkward like I was.

As the bus swayed on I suddenly felt something brush the underside of my thigh close to my lace covered pussy, I thought I was

imagining things at first but then I felt it again. To my horror I realised that the only thing it could be was my dad's cock. I must have accidently rubbed on him when I moved back causing his cock to stir. I stayed as still as possibly my face flushing with embarrassment. Why was this happening, I was his daughter, surely he couldn't be getting turned on!

As the bus continued, with each bump and turn of a corner the rubbing pressure on the underside of my thigh increased and I could feel my dad trying to move backwards into the seat. I didn't know what to do so I remained as still as possible and pretended I hadn't noticed anything was wrong but I was alarmingly aware of the fact that my short dress wasn't covering my pussy underneath me as it had rode up a little when I sat down.

There was only the sheer lace fabric of my thong and the thin material of my dad's shorts between me and his hard cock which was still rubbing an inch to the left of my pussy lips every time the bus moved.

Suddenly the bus lurched to one side as it took a corner and I was jolted to the left on my dad's lap. With the sudden movement my body was ground down causing his hard cock head to push sideways on my thong, pushing it to the right of my pussy lips.

I felt panic rising as my pussy was now completely exposed and the head of my dad's cock was pushing horizontally between my pussy lips, only separated from me by the thin material of his shorts. I gasped, it felt so big, my boyfriend's cock is 6 inches and not very thick but my dad's felt as thick as my arm and it was at least 8 inches long.

I'd only just turned 18 last month and lost my virginity to my boyfriend shortly after. I felt so ashamed as I felt my pussy lips swell and my tight hole become moist. How could this be happening? My pussy became really sensitive and I could feel every twitch and slip of his hard cock as the bus continued on.


I then heard my dad's voice in my ear, through clenched teeth, he quietly told me to get up. I tried but there was nowhere for me to go, all the floor space was covered in either other people's feet or their bags and the people were packed in tight around us making standing impossible. I looked over at the person next to us thinking he must have noticed something by now but he was facing away, talking to someone across the aisle.

My dad remained tense and still behind me, I wondered what must be going through his mind and whether our relationship would be strained after this embarrassing nightmare was over. I looked at my watch; we only had a further 20 minutes to go. I willed it to go faster.

A few minutes later we came to a section of straight road that had speed bumps to stop people driving too fast but the bus driver barely slowed below 30mph and as we hit the first speed bump I was jolted up and my upper body went forwards so I was almost bent double.

As the buses momentum pushed me back into my dad's lap, to my horror my ass pushed his thin shorts high up his legs and his hard protruding cock was pushed horizontally between my silky wet pussy lips, the head rubbing on my clit causing me to shudder. I heard him gasp behind me but he remained stock still, probably in shock.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't stand up because of the throng of people and there was nowhere else to go. My pussy was becoming more and more wet because of the constant stimulation and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

Before I realised it we reached the next speed bump, the driver barely slowed and we hit it hard. I jolted up and forwards again and as the bus sped on the momentum drove me back, I tried to reach out and grab someone to stop myself falling back but I missed and my swollen wet pussy lips were roughly parted as my dad's hard bulbous cock head pushed through my tight wet opening.

I stifled a yelp as my pussy was forcefully and painfully stretched open. His cock was only a couple of inches inside me so I try to squirm around to dislodge it but I immediately stopped as all it did was push him deeper.

I couldn't believe this was happening! From behind me I heard a suppressed grunt through clenched teeth and then nothing. I was so embarrassed and scared of what might happen next. My dad's cock was huge and it was only half way inside me!

All too soon we hit the next speed bump, I was thrown up again, my dad's cock sliding almost all of the way out of me before I was thrown back again. I clenched up, preparing for what was to come but it made no difference as every hard pulsing inch of my dad's cock was forcefully plunged inside my tight gripping pussy walls until the head must have been up near my stomach. It was so thick and hard, I gasped, my eyes wide, staring straight ahead as every nerve set on fire in my stretched throbbing pussy. There was a stifled groan behind me.

I knew we'd hit the next speed bump any second and quickly grabbed my dad's bare thighs. We hit the speed bump hard and I was thrust up again, my dad's cock sliding all the way out of my pussy. I dug my fingers into his thighs trying to break my fall and move myself at the same time.

I fell back to his lap and to my relief I felt his hard cock head jab at my opening but then slide along my exposed pussy so it was horizontal between my pussy lips. I no longer had my dad's cock in my pussy but instead it was rubbing insistently at my clit each time the bus moved, the vibrations from the engine taking my arousal to a new level.

When was this ever going to end! My pussy was dripping wet and my swollen lips were gripping the length of my dad's horizontal throbbing cock. I was so aroused but felt disgusted with myself at the same time, this was so wrong, I couldn't think of anything worse.


I was still gripping my dad's thighs and as the bus hit another speed bump I was thrown up again, I tried to control my fall as I did before but the lady stood in front of me lost her balance for a second. My instinct took over and I raised my hands to steady her so she wouldn't fall and crush me.

I immediately realised my mistake as I was thrust back onto my dad's fully erect thick cock, my swollen wet pussy lips giving way to him as he penetrated my sore tight wet hole once again. I felt him stretch me, fill me as I shuddered, letting out a moan. I dropped my head in embarrassment.

With each sway of the bus my body was being moved backwards, forwards, and side to side effectively making me grind down on my dad's throbbing cock buried deep in my overstretched wet hole.

We stopped at a set of lights and I thought this would bring some relief to the constant swaying and jolting of the bus but the idling engine under where we sat caused a new sensation and our tense bodies hummed and vibrated causing further stimulation to my full aching pussy. I didn't know how much more I could take. I was flushed and sweating and so wet between my legs and the underside of my thighs where my dad's cock had spread my juices.

As each speed bump came and went we were thrust apart and thrown back together, my dad's hard cock deeply penetrating my silky wet pussy and stretching my smooth inner walls as we both quietly gasped and grunted.

I was so turned on but didn't want to be, I tried to think of other things to take my mind off what was happening but it was impossible, I couldn't ignore the hard 8 inch cock that was stretching my pussy walls and setting my nerves on fire.

I felt a slow tingle come over my body and desperately tried to hold off the inevitable, what sort of person orgasms on their dad's cock!?

It was no good, as the momentum caused my dad's cock to repeatedly force into me, I tipped over the edge, my toes curled, I dug my fingernails into my dad's bare thighs, dropped my head so no one would see the look of ecstasy on my face and my whole body shuddered as I clenched tight around his cock.

A wave of pure pleasure washed through me as my body spasmed. I immediately felt my pussy being stretched further as my dad's pulsing cock engorged, I heard him grunt 'no, no, NO', then there was a sudden warm gush deep inside me as his swollen cock pumped his hot fertile seed into me, my pussy spasming and milking every last drop of cum from his thick twitching cock.

We both sat still, not daring to move as our sweaty bodies remained pressed together at the hips and we panted, trying to regain our composure. I was so mortified, I'd effectively just ridden my dad's cock until we'd both cum together and his now softening member was still wedged deep inside me!

I squirmed a little and felt it move, I squirmed some more and it slowly slid out through my wetness causing me to shudder from the sensitivity of my used pussy. His cock remained there, the softened hot length of it pressed horizontal between my pussy lips as his cum slowly dripped from my aching tight hole onto him.

The bus stopped and some people in front of us got off leaving a small gap. I struggled up on shaky legs, pulling my dress down as I stood. I turned around, my dad was pulling down his shorts which were crumpled and wet with my juices and his cum.

I stood panting for a moment then reluctantly looked up and looked him in the eye. He stared back at me, his face unreadable, eyes dilated black.

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With a strangled cry, I shot straight up, knocking my blanket onto the floor and causing my friend to grumble in her sleep. My body trembled, hunching into a ball as I fought off the nightmare that had woken me. It was a couple minutes before I finally calmed down enough to stretch my legs out, forcing myself to take slow deep breaths. My hands rubbed at my eyes, trying to ease the slight burn of tears unshed. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood up shakily, propelled towards the door in search of water for my dry throat.

"Everything is okay," I muttered to myself as my still sleepy eyes searched the dark hallway for monsters. Smothering a yawn, I slipped quietly down the stairs, feeling the last vestiges of my nightmare shake off now that I was up and moving. Curiosity drew me towards the sound of the tv in the living room, wondering why Alicia's dad would be up so late. I poked my head in, spying him sprawled across the couch, holding a beer in one hand, the other hand on his-

"Oh!" A startled cry escaped me as my brain finally registered what was happening, and my body quickly propelled itself backwards and down the hall towards the kitchen. Once safely away, I leaned on the counter, taking shaky breaths as the scene rolled over and over in my head. I'd had a crush on Alicia's dad for a long time. He was in good shape for an older man, or for a younger man honestly, with laugh lines around his mouth and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. His head was covered in thick black hair, only just starting to grey, showing mostly in the nearly silver wings above his ears.

Being the best friend of his daughter, I'd never even entertained the idea of anything actually happening between us, as he seemed

to think of me as a second child. He had, however, ruined me for guys my age. They lacked the maturity, the caring nature, even the authority that I've come to desire because of him.

"Leah? What the hell are you doing up?"

The sound of his voice knocked me from my musings and my eyes found him blocking the doorway. Unable to help myself, I glanced quickly down at his crotch, but his jeans were back where they should be.

"I-I, um, I was getting some water?" The statement came out sounding like a question, as my eyes glued themselves to the floor tiles to avoid looking at him. There was a long silence before he spoke again.

"How much did you see?" He asked with a sigh.

"Nothing!" The word came out too forcefully to sound believable.

"Leah." His voice was hard, that tone that made me tremble, made my heart race, and my eyes found themselves unwillingly meeting his. "We do not lie in this house, do we?"

"No, sir," I whispered, eyes dipping back to the ground. He sighed again, before moving towards me until his legs appeared in my line of sight. A rough finger hooked under my chin and tugged it up, forcing me to meet his gaze. This close to him, I remembered finally that I was standing there in only a pair of panties and a t-shirt that barely covered my ass. A blush spread across my pale cheeks, bright enough that I'm sure it could be seen even with the lights off.

"Leah, how many times have I told you to call me Daniel?" His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing across my red cheek. I only barely resisted the urge to nuzzle into his touch.

"I-I'm sorry, but it's hard. My parents drilled 'Ma'am' and 'Sir' into my head," I murmured, shifting from foot to foot, hoping to escape this uncomfortable situation soon.

The hand on my jaw slid down slowly, fingers trailing across my throat, tracing my collarbone and rubbing across the shoulder exposed by the looseness of my shirt. A small step brought him closer, until I was practically pinned to the counter, having to crane my head back to meet his eyes.

"I love how respectful you are," he says, voice dropping to a tone I'd never heard before. It was low, raspy, growly, making little shivers run up and down my spine. "But every time I hear the word 'Sir' come from those pretty little lips, it does things to me." His hand tightened on my shoulder, startling a whimper from me. The sound seemed to shake him and he quickly cleared his throat and stepped back. I exhaled, only just realizing that I'd been holding my breath since his voice had dropped.

"Get your water and go back upstairs Leah," he ordered as he turned and strode quickly from the room. The moment he was out of sight I collapsed to the floor, legs trembling too much to hold me up. What the Bleep was that?

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The rest of my night was uneventful, and I managed to leave in the morning without running into Daniel again. My whole next week was spent agonizing over it, until I finally decided to put it from my mind. It had to have been a fluke, or even a dream. There was no way it had actually happened. Either way, I spent the next couple of weeks avidly avoiding him.

Nearly a month later, only a week before our last day of senior year, I found myself staying the night with Alicia again. I'd worried that things would be awkward between her dad and I, but he seemed not to remember our encounter in the kitchen, relieving my mind and

allowing me to relax and enjoy the evening. We ate dinner together, reminiscing about the all the mischief Alicia had gotten into, and subsequently dragged me into, throughout high school. More than once, her dad bemoaned the fact that I hadn't been his daughter instead, since I was the good girl, until Alicia pointed out that she would have corrupted me either way.

I'd moved into the house next to hers almost 2 years ago exactly. She must have seen me move in, because she was over the next day, demanding that I come swimming with her. We'd basically been inseparable ever since.

Our night ended with a cheesy romantic comedy that had us both giggling endlessly while her dad escaped to his office, saying that he needed to keep his masculinity intact. Somewhere towards the end of the movie, I started to drift off, body melting into the couch, and within moments I was passed out.

I woke up with a cry a couple hours later, body covered in a sheen of sweat, blankets tangled around my legs. The palms of my hands were pressed to my eyes, both to keep tears from flowing and to rub away the images from my nightmares. I trembled, knees coming up towards my chest, struggling to calm down, when a sudden noise made me cry out again.

"Shh shh shh, Leah, what's wrong?" The voice was familiar, calming me enough that I could lower my hands, though tears still threatened to fall. "I heard you yell, what's wrong sweetie?" Strong hands gathered me up gently, shifting me around until I was settled on his lap, head tucked into his chest.

"I-I had a n-nightmare," I whimpered, hands clutching desperately at his shirt. Long fingers stroked through my hair, slowly calming me down until I was no longer trembling.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, to which I simply shook my head. He didn't press the issue, instead continuing to stroke my

hair soothingly, his other hand wrapped around my hip. After a while, the horror of my nightmare passed enough that I could relax, and I started to grow aware of something hard pressing into me from below. It took me a moment, but when I finally realized what it was my face flushed, and my body shifted awkwardly.

"Th-thank you for calming me down. I should probably head off to bed." I started to shift around to get up, but his arms tightened, holding me in place.

"Shhh, sweetie, no need to thank me, that's what I do. But if you go back to sleep now, the nightmare could come back." His big hand squeezed my hip, making me aware of how tiny I was compared to him. "I wanna make sure you're aaaalllll better first." His fingers threaded through my short hair before tightening, not enough to hurt but enough to limit my ability to move. My head was slowly pulled backwards, forcing my eyes to meet his, and as his breath hit my face for the first time, I had a realization.

"You're drunk," I accused, eyes narrowing slightly.

He grinned, a big dopey grin. "A little bit. And you're beautiful." A flush spread across my cheeks at the compliment. I didn't get many of them. I mean, I suppose I'm an attractive girl, in a waifish sort of way. I'm about five foot two and very slender, with chin length blonde hair and big green eyes and skin that refuses to hold a tan. However, as attractive as I may or may not be, Alicia was my best friend. She was bright and vivacious, curvy and stunning and flirty, while I was her pale, shy shadow. This didn't lead to much in the way of male attention.

"S-sir, you should really let me go. This isn't appro-"

"Mmm, say that again," he murmured, pressing his lips to my ear.

"Wh-what?" My voice was weak, his touch making butterflies flit in my stomach.


"Sir. I love the way it sounds coming from your lips." He shifted me around so that I was straddling him, my hands pressed to his chest, trying to push away. His grip was too firm though, hands tight on my hips.

"Please, this isn't appropriate, you need to let go," I said desperately, pushing harder on his chest as one of his hands slid up to wrap around the back of my neck.

"Who cares? I know you want this." Those blue eyes that I so loved were hooded, and I barely recognized the look on his face. "I've seen the way you look at me." He drew me closer until our noses touched. "Like there's nothing you want more than for me to pick you up and ravish you."

His words lit a fire in my stomach and my body trembled. I couldn't deny what he said. I'd fantasized about him taking me, many times, even gotten off to it. There was a difference between fantasy and reality though, and some things were better left to fantasy.

"I can see the gears turning in your head Leah," he murmured, lips brushing against my ear again. "Stop thinking so much and just enjoy. I know you want to."

I shook my head back and forth fiercely in denial. The hand on the back of my neck slid into my hair and tightened until a pained noise escaped my lips.

"We don't lie in this house Leah." His voice was stern, eyes hard as he forced me to look at him.

"I-I'm sorry Sir," I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes. His face softened, the grip of my hair loosening, and he slowly kissed the tears away.

"Good girl. You've fantasized about me fucking you, haven't you?" The coarse term made my face flush, bright enough that it could be seen even in the low light.

"Y-yes sir." The words just barely dragged themselves out, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Mmm, that's a good girl. Now, I don't think we need this anymore."

My eyes opened as he released me, but before I could scramble out of his lap my shirt had been stripped, leaving me topless in front of a man for the first time in my life. A squeak escaped me and I quickly covered my breasts with my arms.

He frowned, wrapping his hands around my wrists and jerking my arms away. "Now now, none of that." His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my pale chest, my breasts barely a B cup, though perky, with small pink nipples. They tightened into little peaks under his gaze. "Bleep, you're so fucking sexy."

Blush spreading down my chest, I struggled to free my wrists, but he very easily maneuvered me so that they were pinned with one hand behind my back. This left his other hand to cup my breast, the touch making me gasp. That dopey grin split his face again, hand gently squeezing my breast, almost massaging it. The sensation made me squirm on his lap, which only served to push my hips closer to his, and once again I felt the evidence of his arousal, thankfully separated by multiple layers of clothing.

"Please, please, stop," I pleaded, shaking my head back and forth. "Please, I can't- I haven't- I've never-"

His hand stilled, confusion in his eyes as they met mine. "Have you ever been topless in front of a man before?"

I shook my head, fighting back tears. His eyes widened and he sputtered for a moment in apparent shock, before finally grinning. "I'm assuming that means you're untouched everywhere." I nodded, body slumping, hoping now he'd finally get the idea that it was wrong for him to be touching me like this.

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Calloused fingers tweaked my nipples, drawing a startled moan from my lips. "That means I'll be your first. Bleep that's hot."

My eyes widened and I began to struggle again as I realized what he intended. "No!" I yelled, arching and twisting my body helplessly, knowing that I was nowhere near strong enough to escape until he let me. Which he didn't seem inclined to do. I opened my mouth to yell again but the sound was swallowed by his lips, pressing hard to mine as his free hand curled into my hair, preventing me from pulling away.

And then we heard a noise from upstairs, the sound of feet hitting the floor. We stared at each other, wide eyed, listening to the soft thumping, the sound of a door being opened, and then all of a sudden we were a flurry of movement. My shirt was pulled quickly back over my head, tangling me as I attempted to get my arms in. By the time we heard the stairs creak he had me re situated so that I was curled up in his arms again.

"Is everything okay down here?" Alicia asked as she stumbled into the room, rubbing her eyes. "I heard a yell." Seeing us, she frowned. "Another nightmare?"

I glanced nervously up at Daniel before pushing out of his lap. "Y-Yeah. Sorry I woke you up."

She wrapped her arms around me for a moment before tugging me towards the stairs. "No problem. Let's go back to bed."

My eyes found Daniel again, catching the frustrated look on his face, before we were out of sight again. Moments later I found myself curled in a pile of blankets and pillows with my friend, sleep blurring the edges of my vision. My last thoughts were of him, of that awed look on his face when he'd stripped my shirt off. I'd never felt

so desirable before in my life, and despite my reservations, a big part of me wanted to feel it again.

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The next morning I woke up early, scrambling to get myself ready and off to school before I could run into Daniel. His darling wonderful daughter however complained repeatedly about me waking her up so early and fell promptly back to sleep, leaving me to anxiously pace across her room. My stomach had started to rumble, but I didn't want to chance going to get food without Alicia by my side.

Finally, the hunger chewing at my stomach overwhelmed my anxiety, and I crept down the stairs as quietly as possible. I'd almost made it when a sound in the hallway made me spin.

"Leah, we need to talk."

I swallowed nervously, trying to creep backwards towards the kitchen, but he was in front of me before I could take more than a step, hands curling around my shoulders to hold me in place.

"We need to talk about last night," he said quietly, probably so his voice wouldn't carry up the stairs.

"No, we don't. I-I think we should just forget it happened," I said as I trembled in his grip. He growled softly and spun me so that my back was to the wall.

"We can't just forget that it happened," he snapped, frustration clear in his face. I flinched away and his eyes softened. "I'm sorry Leah, I didn't mean to scare you." One of his hands released my shoulder to brush gently across my cheek. "But it happened, and it needs to be addressed. I'm sorry I tried to force myself on you while I was drunk."

My eyes shot up to meet his, startled. That certainly hadn't been the response I was expecting. I was relieved of course. What had happened was inappropriate. For so many reasons. An apology meant that it wasn't going to happen again, right?

For some reason that thought actually kind of hurt. Did he only desire me when he was drunk? Was he just Hot, and I was the closest available person? Just some mishap to be discussed and then filed away, never to be mentioned again?

I told myself very firmly that that was for the best. Any fantasies I may have about him should stay exactly that. Fantasies.

Why didn't I believe that?

"I forgive you," I murmured after a long moment of silence. "You were drunk and I was there and things got out of hand."

"It won't happen again, I promise." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead as I closed my eyes and held back tears. "Next time I try and seduce you, I'll make sure I'm sober."

My eyes shot open, head snapping up to look at him. "Wh-what?"

"I got out of hand. I'd planned on finally seducing you after you graduated, but I lost my head last night. Now that it's happened though, I can't wait until then. I don't want you running off." His eyes were serious and determined, and I trembled under his stare like a deer in headlights.

"B-but, y-you, we can't, it's n-not ri-" His hand moved across my mouth, stemming the flow of my stuttering.

"We can, and it is right. You want this and I want this, and that's all that's important."

"But Alicia-" I started around his hand, only to have it press down harder.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said, and I realized how completely serious he was about this. For a moment, my heart thrilled, and a fire was lit in my stomach, but I quickly and ruthlessly stomped both into the ground.

We both started to say something, but were once again interrupted by the sound of Alicia coming down the stairs. While he was distracted I ducked away from him and darted into the kitchen. She appeared a moment later, without him, and gave me an odd look.

"You gonna eat that apple or just stare at it?" She asked, making me realize that I'd snagged an apple from the counter without noticing.

"Um, eat it. Come on, we're going to be late for school." She rolled her eyes and grabbed an orange before following me to the front door.

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"So what's going on between you and my dad?"

Alicia's voice startled me from my thoughts and I turned wide eyes to look at her. "Wh-what do you mean? Th-there's nothing going on."

She rolled her eyes, turning in her chair so that she was facing me. "Oh come on, don't pull that crap with me. I know how big of a crush you have on him."

My eyes darted around the room, to see if anybody had overheard, but being so close to the end of the year, our classes

were basically everyone playing on their phones and talking.

Including the teachers.

"I do not have a crush on your dad," I whispered harshly and nervously.

She laughed, the sound briefly drawing the attention of a couple people. "Oh, shut the Bleep up Leah. You've had a crush on him for like forever. You're not exactly subtle about it."

My face flushed and I didn't bother to respond, knowing my blush had given me away.

"I'm also not dumb. The two of you ran from the hallway real quick this morning." Her eyebrow arched as I tried to deny it, my stuttering making my argument much less convincing. "Uh huh? And what about last night? I know sex when I see it."

I sputtered. "We were not having sex!"

A grin split her face. "But something happened." I automatically flushed, making her grin larger. "Ha! I knew it."

"It was nothing," I muttered, trying to turn away from her and focus on my book again. It was promptly snatched from my hands and smacked against my head.

"Don't give me that shit Leah."

"Alicia, he's your dad," I said, stressing the last word, rubbing my head.

She shrugged. "So?"

I paused, startled by her nonchalant answer. "...so? He's your dad. I could never-"

"And why not? I know you're still a virgin." I flushed and started to interrupt her, but she just continued, talking over me. "And who better to introduce you to sex than an older, more experienced man? Especially one who cares about you. He could totally make your first time actually enjoyable, unlike mine." She made a face and we both laughed, remembering the guy who'd apparently cum within thirty seconds of shoving inside of her.

I sobered up after a moment. "But he's your dad. It wouldn't be right."

"You keep saying that like it means something." She leaned forward, putting her hands on my shoulders to keep me from escaping. "I can objectively say that I have a handsome dad. And you're fucking gorgeous even if you won't admit it. Shut up, I'm not done," she snapped when I opened my mouth to argue. "I know you like him. And I know he finds you attractive. I've seen him watching you when he doesn't think anyone is looking."

My mouth fell open. "B-but don't you at all care?"

She shrugged. "Not really. I mean, he's kinda hot. If he wasn't my dad, I'd Bleep him."

"Alicia!"

Her head fell back and she roared with laughter at my expense. My head fell to the desk and I groaned. After a moment she began to calm down and delicately patted my head.

"You're so cute and easy to fluster." She grinned. "If I was into women I'd Bleep you too."

I'm pretty sure I had a crazy person for a best friend.

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On our walk home I turned down an invitation to come have dinner with her and her dad that evening, citing a desire to have a quiet night at home. She gave me a look that said she didn't believe my reasoning, but she didn't press the subject more. We parted ways in front of my house with a wave and I hurried inside, dropping my bag by the front door.

I immediately made my way to the living room and turned music on, covering the silence that permeated my house. After that it was off to the kitchen to have a snack and plan dinner, taking comfort in my daily ritual, using it to fend off the thoughts that had plagued me all day. A bowl of popcorn in hand, I stepped outside and dropped onto the back step, saying hello to the stray cat who'd adopted me when I moved in.

"What am I supposed to do Popcorn?" I asked, scratching the mangy creature behind his ears. His meow was decidedly unhelpful, though he did crawl up into my lap to cuddle. After a moment it occurred to me that he was only after my snack, so I scattered a few pieces on the ground for him.

My mind idly wandered back to last night, to how his gaze made me feel desirable, how his touch ignited a fire within me that I'd never experienced before. I wanted to feel that again so badly, it was almost a need. An ache, that resonated through my whole being.

Just as I started to seriously consider allowing him to seduce me, a loud meow startled me from my thoughts. I looked down to see Popcorn staring at me, all of his snack gone. I scattered a few more kernels on the ground before retreating back into the house, shaking my head.

The rest of my evening was spent trying to distract myself. I drowned my thoughts with music and busied myself with chores, before finally curling up with a book to while away the last few hours before bed.

All of my efforts to distract myself went down the drain the moment my head hit my pillow. As my eyes closed I saw his face again. Not from last night, but from this morning, as he told me with utter seriousness that he was planning on seducing me. My heart leaped in my chest at the memory and I rolled to my stomach, pressed my face into my pillow, and screamed into it for a moment.

There were so many things wrong with this situation. He was twice my age. He was Alicia's dad. He was... I couldn't think of a third reason. I'm sure there were some, but my brain never seemed to work quite right when it came to him.

Without realizing it, my fingers had slipped across my chest to toy with one of my nipples through my shirt. I snatched it away like I'd been burned and very firmly put my hands above my head. This however brought on fantasies of Daniel pinning my hands to bed, so that he could tease my body in any way he wanted.

With a groan I gave up trying to be good and whisked my shirt off, hands immediately cupping my breasts. My fingers pinched and teased my nipples and I imagined it was Daniel. I saw him as he was last night, the awe in his face when he saw my small chest, as if it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I pinched my nipples harder, remembering how his calloused fingers had felt there.

Slowly, one of my hands drifted down to the edge of my panties and paused there. I could see Daniel between my legs, watching hungrily, demanding that I touch myself for him. My hand did so without conscious thought, rubbing down over the outside of my panties and finding that they were already soaked. I rocked my hips, grinding against my hand, until I needed more, my body crying out for attention.

No longer feeling shy, I moved my hand and slid it back down inside my panties, gasping as I grazed across bare flesh. My hand rubbed softly across the outside of my lips for a long moment, before one of my fingers delicately parted them and slid inside of me.


I was so wet that it went in with ease and I quickly added a second. In my mind I could hear him telling me to Bleep myself for him, to make myself cum while moaning his name. Unable to resist his orders in my fantasy, I started to thrust my fingers, hips rocking instinctively against them.

My other hand was nearly abusing my nipples at this point, moving from one to the next, squeezing just hard enough for pain and pleasure to begin to blend. When flames began to build in my stomach, the fingers inside of me moving faster, breath coming quicker, that hand trailed down to rub furiously at my clit.

There he was, demanding I cum for him. I did so in an explosion, moaning his name as my body bowed off the bed, fireworks bursting behind my eyes. Exhausted, I slumped down against the bed, after a much longer time than I'd expected. I'd never cum quite that hard before. My body was flushed with pleasure, breathing heavy and quick, and I could in that moment admit that it was because I knew what his hands felt like on me.

Too tired to contemplate my emotions anymore, I wrapped myself around my pillow and promptly passed out.

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It was so dark. Always so dark. And then the pain came. A burning ache that spread over everything, that overwhelmed and tore the world apart. Oh, Bleep, the pain. It shredded the mind. Tore chunks from the flesh.

And then red. Pooling and slithering across the skin. Blinding as it trickled from above. Dripping and splattering, specks landing on lips. Oh, god, what was this? Why did it taste like blood?

Limbs flailing, nails scratching at the walls, tearing up fingertips, burning as the red turned to flames. And the screaming, rattling the

brain, echoing around until everything was consumed by it, breaking the throat, shredding vocal chords.

And then... pounding?

"Leah!!"

The screaming cut off the moment my eyes opened. My throat was raw, my body lead against the bed, unable to move. There was that pounding again, my name being yelled. I forced my body to roll from the bed, collapsing to the floor as my shaky legs refused to hold me up. My blanket came with me, wrapped around as if it could shield me from myself.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I made it to my door and dragged myself to my feet. Thank god my house was one story. Stairs would have been an insurmountable challenge. The pounding came again and I realized finally that it was someone at the door, demanding entrance. With shaky hands I managed to unlock it and pull it open mid knock.

It was Alicia standing there, a wild look in her eyes. The second the door was open she shot forward, wrapping her arms tight around me.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sounding rough, broken to my ears.

"You never showed up to walk to school. I came over to get you and I heard you screaming," she said, her cheek pressed to my hair, sounding as if she was holding back tears. "Was it the nightmares?"

I nodded, body shaking and nearly collapsing to the floor as they flashed through my head again. She caught me, barely, and slowly lowered us down until I was cradled in her lap.

"Dad, dad I need you to come over here," she said shakily, into what I assumed was her phone. It was dropped to the floor a

moment later and I felt her arm wrap back around me. "Leah, god, Leah why are you home alone?"

"Parents out of town," I murmured tiredly, tucking my face into her chest. "Business meeting." She murmured comforting words into my ear, too low to make out, for a long moment. Finally I heard footsteps, and then a soft curse, and a new body was dropping beside us.

"What happened?" He asked, taking me carefully from Alicia's arms.

"I came to get her and she was screaming in her sleep," she said, her voice shaking.

He nodded and told her to go on to school, that he'd take care of me. Reluctantly, she left, leaving me curled comfortably in Daniel's arms. He hefted me up and stood, closing the door behind him as he carried me back to his house. The walk was a blur, my mind focused on him, trying to ease the ache in my head.

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The next thing I was aware of was us curled up on his couch, my body pressed tight to his, one of his hands stroking my hip through the blanket while the other was sliding through my hair. As I shifted, slowly opening my eyes, he looked down at me, face tight with worry.

"Leah, love, what happened?" He asked, hand squeezing my hip lightly. "And why the hell weren't your parents there?"

My voice was dry as I tried to get out the words I needed. "Nightmare. Business trip." He frowned but nodded, shifting me so that I was sitting up in his lap, head tucked into his chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head hard, a soft whimper escaping as red flashed through my mind, and he made soft comforting noises, hands stroking lightly.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Distract me?" I asked softly, pulling back just enough to look at him through teary eyes. "Music, tv, anything."

He nodded, running his fingers through my hair. "I'll have to set you down to put on a movie. Is that okay?" I nodded slightly, clutching my blanket tighter around myself. He shifted me carefully off his lap and stood, my eyes following him across the room as he set up a movie. Within moments I was scooped back up and trembling in his arms. He started to shift the blanket to a more comfortable position and then suddenly cleared his throat.

"Leah, darling, would you like more clothing?" He asked softly, making me look back up at him in confusion. It took a moment to

realize that I'd fallen asleep in just my panties last night, and hadn't put anything else back on this morning. I thought about it for a moment, weighing my desire for a t-shirt with the fact that he'd have to leave me for a couple minutes to get clothes.

Finally I shook my head, though my face flushed, and said, "No, I'm okay with the blanket. I-I don't want you to leave me." He smiled softly, but neither of us said anything else, turning to watch the movie he'd put on. It was cute and funny, and helped a little bit, but red kept flashing through my head, making me shake.

It wasn't until I felt his hand on my bare hip that I realized he'd been slowly shifting the blanket around so that he was under it with me. I didn't say anything, allowing myself to enjoy the feel of his hand on my skin, his other arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me up and against his chest.

His hand slowly drifted across my stomach, fingers tracing along the edge of my panties. My stomach tensed and his fingers stilled for a moment before sliding back to my hip. I was almost sad, until he started tracing patterns up my side, up over my rib cage, lightly brushing across the side of my breast. I shifted then, at the edge of what I could reasonably allow, only to feel his grip tightening.

"I know what you're thinking Leah. I know what's going through your mind. But I want you to be quiet and let me distract you," he murmured into my ear, fingers trailing up and down my rib cage.

"But I-" Before I could get anything more out he shushed me, the hand on my shoulder sliding around to cover my mouth.

"No. No arguments," he ordered, voice firm but not forceful. "If you're going to argue, I'm going to keep my hand here. Do you understand?" I shook my head forcefully, both trying to argue and to shake his hand off. It tightened down and he sighed, lightly pulling so I was facing the tv again. "Watch the movie Leah."

I don't know how he expected me to watch the movie with his fingers drawing maddening designs across my side. When they kept to a, slightly, more appropriate area, I slowly got back into the movie, despite his hand still firmly over my mouth. It was only when I relaxed against him again that his fingers began to move, knuckles brushing against the underside of my breast.

My breath came quicker and my nipples started to harden, but his hand never moved higher, stroking the sides and undersides of my breasts for a couple minutes until I was starting to tremble. His fingertips finally began to draw circles around and around, inching closer to my nipples until they were aching. And then his thumb brushed across one and I inhaled quickly, body arching against my will to thrust into his hand.

He chuckled, warm hand cupping my breast and squeezing gently while his rough thumb slid back and forth across my nipple. It was impossible now to watch the movie, especially since my eyes had drifted shut, mind and body focused solely on the heat of his touch.

My breathing was a little rougher through my nose, but I no longer minded his hand over my mouth. It allowed me to more easily accept what was happening, knowing that I couldn't fight it, couldn't even protest. If I was being honest with myself, and honesty was required in his house, I also liked how vulnerable it made me, in an entirely unrelated way.

Another sharp inhale as his fingers started to roll my nipple between them, tugging lightly. I squirmed and whimpered, my thighs rubbing together. He chuckled again, squeezing and tugging slightly harder.

"Put your hand on my wrist," he murmured in my ear. When I didn't move he repeated it, more command in his voice. My hand shook as I curled it around his wrist, feeling it tense at my tentative touch. "Good girl." My heart thrilled at the praise. "Now I want you to

tap two times when it becomes too much, okay?" I nodded a bit, briefly considering tapping now. I didn't think that was what he meant though.

"Good girl," he murmured again, his fingers endlessly teasing my nipple, making me squirm in his lap. It took a moment, but I realized that his grip was slowly getting tighter, the squeezing and tugging getting rougher until it began to hurt. My hand tightened on his wrist and he paused briefly, but I didn't tap. Instead I arched my back, pushing my breast up more firmly into his hand, begging for more.

His growl rumbled in my ear and his hand squeezed my breast almost painfully, fingers abusing my nipple. The pain grew and shot down through my body, centering on the heat between my legs and making my already wet pussy drip. The harder he squeezed and pulled the wetter I grew, my thighs rubbing together restlessly, breathing so hard and quick through my nose that I thought I might faint.

Slowly his fingers eased up, drawing a needy whimper from my throat, until they were simply brushing across my breast with soft strokes.

"Well that was unexpected," he said, voice tinged with amusement. When I glanced up at him there was a grin on his face. "I wanted to see what your pain limit was, and I'll be honest, I really expected you to tap out fairly quickly. But you are just full of surprises, angel."

The pet name set butterflies flitting around in my stomach, my face flushing redder than it already was. I liked the sound of it too much, my mind at war with itself, torn between continuing to fight and surrendering everything to him.

"I'm going to move my hand now, okay?" He said, interrupting my train of thought. "You're going to be a good girl, and not start arguing

again, right?" When I didn't answer, his eyes and voice hardened slightly. "Right?"

With a soft whimper I nodded. He stared at me for a moment, as if to decide whether or not I'd actually keep to that, before slowly removing his hand from my mouth. I sucked in a deep breath of air, my eyes slipping shut as I started to breathe normally again. They flickered open again at the feel of his thumb down my nose and across my cheek, his warm smile making my heart thrill.

"Why?" I asked after a moment, my voice a whisper.

"You said to distract you." His grin was brilliant and made my cheeks flush.

"N-no, I mean, all of it. Why? Why me? W-why are you so... insistent that this is right?" I covered my face with my hands as I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.

He gently tugged my hands away and held them against his chest. "I think that's probably a conversation for another time angel," he said, making me frown. His fingers caught my chin, tilting my head back, our faces so close together now that I could feel his breath hitting my face.

His eyes flicked down to my lips and I knew that he was going to kiss me. Rather than fighting it, I leaned up, meeting his lips halfway. His mouth was so gentle on mine, his kiss light and comforting, taking and demanding nothing. It was over sooner than I liked, and I just barely resisted following as he pulled back.

"I think we should probably get some food into you now," he murmured, wrapping me back in my blanket and setting me carefully onto the couch next to him. "Is oatmeal alright?" I nodded and watched him make his way off to the kitchen. My mind was muddled, fingers coming up to touch my lips, missing the feel of his on them.

My mind must have drifted off, because a warm bowl was being pressed into my hands sooner than I expected. His hand ran through my hair as I pulled it against my chest, simply enjoying the warmth for a moment.

"I'm going to head back to your house to grab you some clothes and lock up. Is that alright? Will you be okay here?" He asked, tilting my face up again. I nodded, smiling shyly at him. "Good girl. Are your keys in your backpack?" I nodded again and returned to my food, listening to his footsteps as he left the house.

The moment I was sure he was gone I sighed and let my head drop back against the couch. What was I doing? I may have resisted there at the beginning, but by the time he released me I probably wouldn't have protested had he stripped off my panties and-

"No." I pressed my hands to my eyes, verbally stopping that train of thought. Determined to resist harder, both against myself and against him, I dug into my food.

As I finished, wondering idly why it was taking Daniel so long over at my house, the red flashed through my head again, making me cry out and surge forward, bowl flung across the room. I trembled there on the floor for a long moment, arms wrapped around myself, tears flowing down my face.

I felt myself sinking, sinking, the red overtaking my mind, filling my ears, covering my sight, smothering my breath. I flailed, drowning in it, losing myself again, skin beginning to burn everywhere it touched. A sob burst from my chest and I thought the pain would tear me apart, until a voice broke through the haze.

It murmured, one word, indecipherable through the red. I caught hold of it, pulled it closer. The closer it came, the more the red receded, until I could hear his voice whispering 'angel' in my ear. I clung to it, clung to the meaning behind it. There were so many reasons things couldn't work between us, but I brushed past them for

the moment. He saw something in me, something that made him pursue me, want to capture me.

I may not be sure if I wanted to be captured by him, but at the very least I could prove myself worth the effort.

Using that thought, and the sound of his voice in my ear, I pushed until the red began to evaporate. Until I could open my eyes again, could take in a lungful of fresh air, could climb up off the floor.

My legs shook, but I stood, wrapping my blanket back around myself as I did. As I looked around, all traces of red had gone, and I sobbed with relief, pressing my hands to face. I'd done it.

The sobs turned to laughter and I brushed the tears from my face with the corner of my blanket. I hear the front door open, and then Daniel came back into the room, a thoughtful look on his face. It became worried as he saw me standing, my eyes red from crying.

"Oh, angel, are you okay?" He asked, dropping my backpack by the couch.

I laughed again, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

~~~~~~

We curled up and watched movies for the rest of the day, after he promised to keep his hands to himself. I was able to relax, to keep my thoughts at bay and simply enjoy. When Alicia got home from school I was swept up in a whirlwind of hugs and tearful exclamations of love and what was her version of comforting words. I laughed and allowed her to fret, reassuring her over and over that I was alright now.

She fretted over me for the next couple of hours, practically feeding me herself when we sat down for dinner. I was bundled

carefully into her bed not long after, and fell into a blessedly dreamless sleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

The next day when I woke up, I felt more refreshed than I had in a long time. There were no hazy, half remembered nightmares plaguing me, only a strange lightness and enough energy that Alicia shoved me out of bed for waking her up. That energy was curbed slightly when I bounced downstairs to see that Daniel had already left, but I shook myself. No, it was for the best.

n o n c o n s e n s u a l ( iv )

I reinforced that thought as I paced restlessly through the house until Alicia finally stumbled downstairs, still not fully awake.

"I hate that you're a morning person," she grumbled, dragging me out of the house.

My good, almost bubbly mood persisted through the day, drawing a number of surprised eyes. I guess people weren't used to seeing me talkative. Which made sense, considering that I avoided it like the plague during school.

"Leah, are you sure you're alright?" Alicia asked finally during our last period. I looked up at her over my book, startled.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, after your nightmare the other night? I've never seen you have one that bad," she said, worrying her lip with her teeth. Red flashed through my mind but I shoved it down.

"I'm okay, I promise," I tried to reassure her. "I've had them that bad before." She frowned more, making me think that that probably wasn't the right thing to say there.

"Have you told your parents how bad they get?" She asked, twisting completely around in her chair so she was facing me. "It might be a good idea to, I dunno, maybe talk to someone about them."

I shrugged, turning my eyes back down to my book. It quickly disappeared from my hands, and I sighed. "It's not that big a deal Alicia. I can handle them on my own. I always have."

She frowned at me fiercely. "Damn it Leah, you shouldn't have to. You need to talk to us. Let people help you for once."

It felt weird to have her glare turned on me for the first time. The thought had always terrified me, but I found myself strangely calm. "There's nothing to talk about. I can handle this myself." She made an angry noise and slammed my book back on my desk, spinning back around in her chair.

She didn't talk to me again until we were on our way home, and only then to inform me that I'd be coming over for dinner and staying the night. When I started to protest that glare was turned back on me, and this time I didn't quite have the nerve to argue.

Thus I found myself having a very uncomfortable dinner. Every time I asked for something, Alicia would make snide remarks about how I could handle things myself. Being an intelligent man, Daniel said very little throughout the meal. As we were cleaning up, he suggested we watch a movie. Maybe something funny, with very little drama.

Alicia hurried out ahead of us, presumably to get first pick for the movie. When we finally made our way into the living room though, she was stretched completely out across the couch, and refused to budge her legs.

Leaving Daniel and I to share the chair.

The only way it would comfortably fit both of us was if I curled up in his lap. Which I wasn't exactly thrilled about doing, after what had happened over the past couple of days. I stood for a long moment beside the chair as he settled in, until he finally sighed and dragged me into his lap, pulling my favorite blanket up and around me.

Glancing over as the movie started, I saw Alicia quickly look away from us, a sly smile on her face. That little rat had planned this. I tried to glare at her but she remained very focused on the tv. Slowly

my frustration began to disappear, the movie drawing me in as Daniel's warmth melted me.

I didn't actually notice his hand move at first, relaxed as I was in his arms, up until he was very carefully undoing my shorts. My body stiffened, unsure if I was imagining things, or if he was going where I thought he was going. When his fingers began to slide slowly down into the front of my shorts, my eyes darted up to meet his.

He didn't look at me, gaze focused on the tv, but a decidedly mischievous grin split his face. I wrapped my hands around his wrist and tried to tug, but his hand didn't budge, continuing to inch down until his fingers were brushing against my pussy through my panties.

Just barely I managed to bite back a whimper as his hand cupped my pussy and stopped moving. His warmth radiated through me, and I could feel myself already starting to get wet. Once it was in place it stopped moving, seemingly content to grip me through my panties. I struggled to not squirm, to not make noise, eyes occasionally turning up to Daniel, but he never looked away from the movie.

Not even as his hand began to move again, gently stroking and squeezing, stirring the heat to life inside of me. I sunk my teeth into my lower lip to keep from whimpering, and my hips began to rock slowly against his hand, getting lost in his touch. When his hand pulled back, leaving my shorts, I slumped against him, unsure if I was relieved or unhappy about it.

And then his hand was sliding back down, this time inside of my panties. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped as his fingers touched the hot flesh between my legs for the first time. My hands curled back around his wrists, tugging hard as I shook my head back and forth fiercely against his chest. I felt more than heard his chuckle, my small hands doing nothing to impede his slow exploration.

Rough fingers slid along my outer lips, parting them and sliding through the wetness that had begun to leak out. They played along my flesh, teasing my hole, lightly brushing across my clit, as I desperately tried to stay still on his lap.

He wasn't making it easy, grinding his palm against my clit, one of his thick fingers finally seeking and pressing into my hole. My teeth sunk so hard into my lip to keep from squealing that it almost bled, as I was stretched for the first time by something other than my own fingers.

Again, once positioned, he seemed content to leave his hand where it was, not moving or applying any more pressure. It was maddening, having him inside of me without actually doing anything.

My hips started moving of their own accord, grinding almost desperately against his hand until, with another chuckle, it started moving again. As slowly as he'd done everything else so far, he began to grind his palm against my clit again, hand shifting so that his finger slid out and back in.

He stroked me inside and out, building a slow, pleasant heat in my stomach. After a while it was no longer enough. My mind had shut down and I was running on pure need. I needed his finger to move faster, harder, more, I didn't even care at this point, just anything but this maddeningly slow pace that seemed designed to drive me insane.

As if he could read my mind, or I suppose my body rather, his finger picked up the pace, moving faster and sinking deeper, at least as much as it could within the confines of my panties. I pressed my fist to my mouth, sinking my teeth into it to keep from making any noise that could draw Alicia's attention, the fact that she was sitting only feet away making my body hotter.

Another finger slid carefully inside of me and I stiffened against him, stretched more than I'd ever been before. Thankfully he didn't

immediately resume thrusting, wiggling and rubbing his fingers around inside me instead, letting me get used to the new fullness. When I began to relax against him he started to move again, and the added finger made my hips rock even harder, made my thighs tremble and squeeze together.

Right before I reached the point where I'd no longer be able to hold back my moans, we heard a yawn from the couch. His hand stilled as I glanced over, seeing Alicia stretch and sit up.

"I'm gonna head upstairs and read for a bit before bed," she said, meandering towards the stairs. "Enjoy the rest of the movie."

We stayed completely still until we heard her door shut, and then suddenly we were a flurry of movement. I was tossed onto my back on the couch and before I could react, my shorts and panties were being yanked to my knees and my legs were levered up and pressed against my chest.

"Wait, what-" I started, only to lose all power of speech as his fingers slammed back into me, thrusting mercilessly. With my legs in this position it felt so much tighter, and within moments I was riding the edge of an orgasm.

"Cum for me angel," he growled. That was all I needed to send me toppling over the edge, a ragged cry tearing from my throat as my body writhed on the couch, the pleasure almost more than I could handle. His fingers began to slow then, allowing me to slip back into my body, to relax again.

"Bleep you're beautiful." My face flushed at his compliment, and doubt began to slip in again. He'd just finger bleeped me with his daughter in the room, and I had allowed it. Well, I say allow. I'm pretty sure there was no amount of protest I could put forward that would have made him stop.

I pressed my hands to my face, as if I could blot out the memory of what we'd done. With my eyes covered, I didn't notice him moving until my shorts and panties were being yanked off my legs. I gasped and tried to sit up, to pull my legs together. He wasn't having any of that, and I was quickly spun so that my ass was on the edge of the couch, my thighs thrown over his shoulders.

"St-stop, you have to stop. Please w-we can't do thi- ahhhh." Any following thought was drowned out as his tongue swiped up the length of my slit. My head fell back with a groan, the sound echoed by his chuckle. There was another slow swipe of his tongue, and another groan. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was broader and softer than his fingers, and sent little pleasant ripples of pleasure across my skin.

His tongue dipped delicately between my lips, lapping up the fluids he found there, leftover from my orgasm. The harder and deeper he delved, the more my hips began to rock, my hands gripping the cushions on either side of my head. Oh, god, then he was stiffening his tongue, pushing it inside of me like he had his fingers, and my muscles clamped down, trying to grip it as it thrust in and out.

Without thinking, my hands found my breasts through my shirt, fingers rubbing across my hard nipples. I looked down at him to see him watching me hungrily, and then he did something that made me cry out and arch nearly off of the couch. It took a moment for me to realize that he'd captured my clit in his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth across it quickly, sending sparks shooting up and down my body.

My whole being became centered on that one spot. I'd never felt anything like it. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, like my body was melting. He tormented it until it became almost too intense, until I was whimpering, my hips squirming, before finally returning to licking and nibbling my inner lips, sending smaller, more manageable shockwaves across my skin.


When I started to nearly hum with pleasure, my hips rocking and grinding languidly against his face, his mouth latched back onto my clit, sucking it between his teeth. A soft pained noise escaped me, and my body arched, trying to escape his mouth, to ease the pressure on my over sensitive organ.

Instead of giving me the relief I needed, he slid two fingers back inside of me, the fit still tight despite how soaked I was. Before I was ready, he started to thrust them hard, bringing tears to my eyes. I sobbed and writhed before him, the pleasure becoming pain as the pain became pleasure.

Just when I thought I would explode, when I thought there was no farther I could climb, no more I could take, he twisted his hand and stopped thrusting, fingers aggressively making what felt like a come hither motion against my upper wall. Whatever spot he hit made fireworks explode behind my eyes, electricity racing across my skin, and I came so hard that it hurt, a scream torn from my throat.

Everything stopped very quickly, fingers and mouth removed, as a hand slapped down across my own mouth, cutting off the sound as I quivered and shook on the couch. As I slowly regained sense he moved his hand, and I caught sight of his grin.

"I think next time maybe we should gag you," he laughed, wiping my juices from his face. I glared at him weakly, though the effect of it was further weakened by the fact that I could barely move. Still chuckling, he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, his tongue tracing them, seeking entrance.

My lips parted and I tentatively touched my tongue to his. At that first contact, he groaned, a hand sinking into my hair and tilting our heads so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, and I couldn't say that I entirely minded it.

He pulled away after a long moment, as breathless now as I was. "Bleep, angel, I think I could become addicted to you."

And just like that the spell was broken. My eyes widened and my hands flew up to push at his shoulders until he backed away. What was I doing? Where were all of my reasonable arguments? Why couldn't I keep my head when he started touching me?

I felt something fall into my lap and realized after a moment that it was my discarded shorts and panties. Without looking up at him I struggled to pull them on, my shaky limbs impeding my progress. With a sigh, he knocked my hands away and gently tugged them up into place. It was only then that I looked up at him, the gentle smile on his face making me tremble almost as much as his mouth had.

"Try not to think too much, okay?" He said, kissing my forehead before turning and lightly pushing me towards the stairs. I took a couple of deep breaths once he was out of sight, my mind still spinning and unable to concentrate. Looking forward to passing out and dealing with this in the morning, I attempted to open the door to Alicia's room.

Locked.

I stared at it in shock for a moment. Why the hell was her door locked? She knew I'd be coming to bed at some point, so why would she- Oh.

My head dropped forward onto the door as I thought about the implications behind it being locked, considering some of the conversations we'd had recently. I stood there for a long time, silently hating my best friend, until I heard Daniel come up the stairs behind me.

"Leah? What are you still doing out here?"

I turned a weak glare on him. "She locked the door."


He looked confused for a moment. "She locked the-" I knew the moment it finally sank in, because all of a sudden it seemed he was doing all he could to not bust out laughing. "She's going to be the death of me one day. Well, nothing to do about it now."

Before I could process or react to his words, I was being scooped up in his arms and carried down the hall to his room. "Hey, w-what are you doing?" I asked nervously as he dropped me onto his bed.

"My bed is infinitely more comfortable than the couch, and after everything that's happened, it seems silly for one of us to go sleep down there." He smiled pleasantly as I glowered, thinking that after everything that had happened, sleeping down there seemed like the best idea. Before I could get up to do so, he'd scooped me up again, depositing me on my back and dropping down beside me.

I tried to turn away, to roll to the other side of the bed, but his arm snaked around my waist, drawing me against him until my back was flush with his chest. A sheet was pulled up over us and a soft goodnight was whispered in my ear. Sooner than I expected, I was drifting off, the heat from his body more potent than any sleeping pill.

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c h e a t i n g

The doorbell rang at precisely 7AM, signaling the arrival of Courtney Stewart, our babysitter. Courtney lived across the street and two doors down and had been watching our kids on a semi-regular basis for the past three years, since she was fifteen.

Though Cathy and I didn't need babysitting very often, since Cathy, my wife, was a stay-at-home mom, whenever we did wish to go out for a night on the town or whenever there was a meeting or some other function that Cathy needed to attend while I was at work, Courtney was a godsend.

Since she had never really been much of the outgoing type, she was almost always available in the evenings. In addition, she was reliable, sweet, and our two kids loved her to death. We'd always considered her trustworthy as well, at least until the last babysitting episode two weeks before.

That had been when Cathy and I had tried to spend an enjoyable evening by visiting the restaurant where I'd proposed to her ten years before. But, unfortunately, we'd ended up fighting about the same old stupid things. Why was I wasting my time at the District Attorney's office instead of going into corporate law, which paid better?

Why was she spending our money like I had gone into corporate law? Round and round we'd gone, making our marital problems worse instead of better, until we'd come home thoroughly pissed at each other, me bracing to spend the night on the couch again, her trying to goad me into resuming the argument by making nasty remarks towards me in Courtney's presence. The discovery I made

in the couch cushions while making up my bed for the night only served to add icing to that particularly bitter cake.

I hadn't told Cathy about what I'd found in the couch, nor did I ever intend to. She would have simply demanded that we never allow Courtney into our house again.

Cathy, apart from being a frustrated social climber, was insanely jealous as well. She had always been somewhat cool towards Courtney, who, though she wasn't really gorgeous or anything, was cute and young, two things that threatened my wife's sense of safety more than anything.

Nor had I mentioned it to Courtney yet. We hadn't needed a babysitter since then and the discovery had occurred after she'd gone home that night. But I needed to mention it to her now, not to embarrass her or chastise her, but just to make sure that what apparently happened in my house that night would not happen again.

I opened the door and there she was on the front porch. She was eighteen years old, tall, her face cute, her body just on the border of what was considered chunky but still firmly on the right side of that particular line. She was full-figured, almost Amazonian, a body that seemed custom made for playing softball or volleyball (both of which Courtney had done in high school). Her hair was a dark, honey blonde. Currently it was pulled up in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a long T-shirt. She looked sleepy.

"Hey, Steve," she greeted me, stifling a yawn. "I made it on time."

"Good morning, Courtney," I responded. I was dressed in my usual suit and tie, preparatory to heading in to the office. "Thanks for coming over so early. It really is a pain when they make me actually go to court." And this was true. As a robbery and burglary specialist, it was rare indeed that I actually had to take someone to trial.


Burglars and robbers were usually busted after being tied to multiple offenses and, when they were caught and charged, the evidence against them was usually overwhelming. Many were facing the prospect of doing some hard time, possibly even that dreaded third strike. As such, they were usually happy to take whatever plea bargain I offered.

In this particular case, however, the young man I was prosecuting had a public defender that was almost as dumb as he was. Despite video evidence of him sticking up three convenience stores and two fast food establishments, and despite being caught with the gun that had been used in his possession and with his fingerprints all over it, they had elected to plead innocent and fight it out in court.

Thus I had to go in early to prepare for jury selection, which was taking place that morning, and would have to stay late prepping for the actual trial, which would start first thing the next morning. Cathy was out of town attending a Mother's Against Drunk Driving conference in Seattle (MADD was but one of several organizations she volunteered with as a way of getting out of the house) so Courtney had agreed to come over 7 AM, get the kids off to school, and then come back that afternoon and watch them until I came home.

"What time will you be in?" she asked me. A standard question, of course, and one she certainly had a right to know, but I detected a little hint of something in her eyes.

"Hopefully by 9:30," I said. "Most certainly by ten."

She nodded, the little something beginning to look more and more like and actual gleam. "No problem," she told me. "I'll be able to get some reading done once I put them to bed."

Reading, my ass, I thought. Yes, I was definitely going to have to have this discussion with her. I took a deep breath. "Uh... Courtney?"


"Yeah?"

I wasn't quite sure how to begin. "Well... listen. You've been babysitting for us a long time now and you've always done a very good job and all and you've always been very respectful of our house."

"Well... thanks," she said, her gleam fading a little at my tone.

"You're welcome. But the reason I bring this up is because... well... after the last time you babysat for us... when we went out to dinner... uh... I found a... uh... a condom wrapper in the couch cushions."

The gleam dissolved like sugar in hot tea. Her face instantly flushed bright red. "A... a... a condom wrapper?" she stammered.

"Yeah," I said. "Trojan lubricated with reservoir tip, to be exact."

"I don't know how something like that could have happened," she blurted, her eyes looking everywhere but my face. "I mean... couldn't it be one of yours?"

"I had a vasectomy," I said. "And even before that, Cathy was on the pill. I haven't used a condom in more than ten years."

"But maybe... I mean isn't it possible that Cathy... you know..."

"Courtney, please," I said, holding up my hand. "Let's not go there. Cathy and I haven't been getting along terribly well lately, but I'm pretty sure she didn't have sex with someone on the couch and then leave the condom wrapper behind. You, on the other hand, have been dating that one boy... what's his name?"

"Carl," she said.

"And I know you told me your parents don't like him very much and won't let him come over to your house. Now none of that is any of my business and I'm not trying to make it my business, but I really have to insist that you don't allow your friends into my house, okay?"

She seemed near tears as she slowly nodded. "Okay," she said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," I told her. "Just promise me you won't bring people into my house anymore, okay? For any reason."

"I promise," she mumbled.

"Good," I said, giving her a smile. "Then on that note, I'll be heading out. I left the coffee on for you."

She bid me an embarrassed goodbye and a moment later I was out the door.


*****



The day went by. We picked our jury in less than two hours since I didn't bother using any of my strikes; after all, even the most moronic or pre-conceived juror would have a tough time justifying an acquittal vote in this case. Once the jury was formed, the tedium began. I went back to the office and began going over every last detail of my case, piece by piece.

I wasn't afraid of losing but I certainly didn't want to forget something vital or make a mistake that would cause me to look like an amateur. As I'd suspected, it took me until nearly nine that night to cover everything.

I drove home somewhat frazzled, tired but too keyed up to feel like getting some sleep just yet. A phone call from Cathy earlier in

the day certainly hadn't helped my state of mind much. She had called my office long distance for no other reason than to pick a fight. She'd started in about leaving the kids with "that girl" for so long, which, of course, soon worked its way into the ever popular, "if you worked for a law firm instead of the county we'd be able to afford a real nanny".

I rode the argument out. If I had hung up on her she would have called back. If I'd refused to answer she would've called my secretary and harassed her instead, embarrassing me, herself, and my poor secretary in the process. She had done it before.

So it is not surprising that as I walked in my front door at 9:25, my brain was fixated on one thing and one thing only. I needed a drink.

Courtney was sitting on the couch when I came in, watching music videos on my plasma television. Thoughts of a drink were temporarily shoved to the side as I got a look at her. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton shorts and a midriff baring tee shirt. Her stomach was smooth and unlined, with a gold stud threaded through her belly button.

Her shoes had been kicked off, leaving her feet bare, and she was sitting Indian style, a position that allowed her shorts to creep upwards, revealing an enticing amount of upper thigh.

God, she's cute, I thought, feeling a wave of lust sweep over me as I took in her form. This was certainly not the first time I'd had such a feeling about her. On the contrary, I'd always enjoyed looking at her, particularly in the last year or so when she'd truly blossomed into a young woman.

I had never been the least bit flirtatious with her, however. Despite my marital problems I was basically an honest, decent guy. I was far from lecherous, at least in the overt sense of the word. She gave me a weak smile as the door closed behind me and I set my briefcase down.


"Kids go to bed okay?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah. I read them a story and they went right to sleep at nine. They were good."

"Perfect," I said. "Thanks again for hanging out so long."

She nodded again, her face somewhat sour. It was obvious that something was wrong with her. Was it just embarrassment over having been caught fornicating on my couch? Or was there something else there? Perhaps she was mad that getting caught had ruined the chance for another encounter on this evening. Whatever it was, it really wasn't my business. I took one last look at her sexy bare legs and that even sexier expanse of upper thigh revealed by the way she was sitting and then my mind returned to the main task at hand. That drink.

"Six hours tonight, right?" I asked Courtney. She nodded.

"I'll write you a check in just a second," I told her. "But first, I really need to pour myself a little something. It's been... you know... one of those days."

She let out a little laugh, a sharp, cynical laugh. "Oh yes," she said. "I know."

"You too, huh?"

"You have no idea," she said.

I left it at that and walked over to the wet bar in the corner of the family room. I took off my suit jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then took off my tie, draping it over the suit jacket. I unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt and then took down a bottle of imported Russian vodka and a martini shaker. I poured a triple shot of the vodka in, added some ice and some vermouth, and

then began shaking. As I was straining my concoction it into a martini glass Courtney walked over to watch.

"Breaking out the big guns tonight, huh?" she asked.

"You know it," I replied, opening the small refrigerator and pulling out a jar of green olives. I used my finger to swipe one out and dropped it into my drink.

"So... that's like a martini?" she asked.

"Well, a purist would say that a true martini contains gin instead of vodka, but basically, yes."

She chewed her lip nervously for a second. "Do you think that... you know... maybe I could have one too?"

I looked at her pointedly. "You just turned eighteen, right?"

"Two months ago," she said. "It's not like I haven't drank before."

I sighed. "And if I do make you a martini," I said, "you're not going to be coming over here every day asking me to buy booze for you, are you?"

"No," she said. "I wouldn't do that."

"And you're not going to go home and tell your parents that Steve, the respected deputy district attorney with the ninety-seven percent conviction and/or plea rate got you drunk?"

That got a little giggle out of her. "No," she said. "I swear."

I shrugged, knowing that I was treading on slightly dangerous ground here, but figuring, what the hell? At the very least I might get another look up her shorts. Maybe I'd even get to see what color panties she was wearing. "Okay," I told her. "You talked me into it.

But why don't you taste mine first before I make you one. I have a feeling you might not like it too much."

She picked up my glass, smelled it, and then took a drink. Her face contorted instantly into a grimace of disgust. "Ewww," she said, breathing through her mouth to try to flush the aftertaste. "That tastes like gasoline."

"I warned you," I told her, amused. "Martinis, like fine wines, are an acquired taste." I reached down into the bar and pulled out a bottle of apple schnapps. "Let me make you something that's probably a little more to your taste."

"Please," she said.

I poured a double shot of the vodka into the shaker, added a shot of the apple schnapps, and then put in some more ice. I shook it and then strained it into a martini glass for her. The resulting mixture was a pale emerald color. I handed it over to her. "Try this," I said.

"What is it?" she asked, giving another careful sniff.

"An apple martini, also known as an appletini, although no self-respecting male would ever be heard saying that term. It's supposed to have an apple slice in it for garnish but I'm fresh out of apples at the moment."

She took a small sip and her eyes lit up. "Hey, that's good," she said. She took a bigger drink. "It's really good."

"And it keeps the doctor away," I said. "Shall we go grab a seat?"

"Sure," she said, seeming to cheer up the smallest bit.

She turned and walked back to the couch. As she did so I had opportunity to get a good look at her ass. Her cotton shorts were of the kind that had a word printed across the butt. That word was:

ANGEL. Protruding from the bottom of her angel shorts, the barest beginning of the swelling of her buttocks was plainly visible. "Wow," I mumbled to myself, as I watched said buttocks rise and fall with her movements. I wondered how angelic she really was and then cursed myself for having such a thought.

We sat on the sectional couch, her on one side, me around the L from her, about four feet separating us. She took another drink of her appletini, a much larger one this time.

"I think I found myself a new drink," she announced.

"Just be careful with them," I warned. "They pack quite a punch."

She giggled. "That's just what I look for in a drink."

We talked of easy things as we sat there: her part-time job at the local pet store, her plans to go to college "some day" after she secured a job that allowed her to move out of her parent's home, the "overprotective" nature of her parents. Gradually, as the drinks went into our stomachs, the awkwardness as a result of the condom wrapper discussion faded away, allowing its emergence as a topic.

"I'm so embarrassed, Steve," she told me. "About everything. You finding the wrapper, having Carl in your house, trying to lie to you about it." She shook her head in disgust at herself. "Will you ever trust me again?"

"I trusted you today, didn't I?" I asked.

"Well... yeah, but you still must've been wondering and worrying the whole time about me having him over again." She hefted her now-empty glass. "Can I have another one?"

My own glass was empty by this point and I could already feel the warmth in my empty stomach, the swimming in my head, as the triple shot coursed through my system. My better judgment, which

was usually quite sound, had taken a hit as well since serving her another drink didn't seem like a bad idea at all. "Sure," I told her, standing up and grabbing both glasses. "Another round, coming up." I began to mix up a couple of fresh ones. "Anyway," I told her as I poured free hand instead of measuring, "I was pretty confident that you wouldn't have your boyfriend over tonight."

"Were you?"

"Uh huh," I said. "Mostly because you're a good kid and I know you wouldn't blatantly defy me."

"That's true."

"But also because there wouldn't have been too much time for you to do anything. I mean, the kids go to bed at nine and I told you I could be home as early as 9:30. That doesn't leave a lot of time for indiscretions on the couch, does it?"

She laughed. "With Carl it does," she said. "He could've gone twice and still had time to smoke a cigarette between rounds."

I looked over at her and saw that she was blushing again. "Oh really?" I said.

"Oh my God," she said. "I can't believe I said that out loud. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," I assured her, amused. I finished up her drink and strained it into her glass. I then quickly constructed a new drink for myself. When they were done, I carried both back to the couch. "Here you go, my lady," I said, handing her hers.

"Thanks," she said, still blushing. She immediately took a large drink of it.

"Anyway," I said, resuming my seat. "I wouldn't be too hard on Carl if I were you. He's still young. What is he, nineteen?"

"Twenty," she said.

I nodded. "Twenty year old guys don't really know how to... uh... you know... control themselves too well yet. Sex is something that takes a long time to perfect."

"So it does get better?" she asked.

"Well... it depends on the guy of course. I mean, some guys never learn how to do it right. But, for the most part, the older and more experienced a guy is, the better he will be at making love."

"Hmmm," she said thoughtfully, a slight gleam returning to her eyes, a gleam that seemed to be directed at me this time. "Very interesting."

Now it was me who was embarrassed as it occurred to me that she might've taken my words of advice the wrong way. "In any case," I said, "I was reasonably sure you wouldn't try to bring anyone over tonight and that you won't do it in the future."

"I won't," she said. "Besides, I'm not sure that Carl and I are going to be going out too much anymore."

"Oh?"

She took another large drink of her appletini. "We had a big fight tonight... on the phone that is."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

She shrugged. "It ain't no big. I mean, it wasn't really working out

with him anyway. The only reason he wanted to be with me was to...

you know... have sex with me. That's what we fought about. That's all we ever fight about."

"About sex?"

She nodded. "He... well... he was going to try to come over tonight." She cast her eyes down. "I'm sorry, but that was before I knew you knew about... you know... the last time."

"I understand," I told her. "Believe me, I'm not offended by what you did. Believe it or not, I was a teenager once too and I did it more than once in someone else's house while my girlfriend was babysitting. My concern was not about you having sex—after all, you're a big girl now—but about having people I don't know in my house. And at least I know you're using protection, right?"

She giggled a little. "That's a big part of what the fight was about,"

she said. "Those damn rubbers."

"You fought about rubbers?"

"Well, that was part of it anyway. When I told him that you knew what we had done the last time and that you made it... you know...

clear that he wasn't supposed to come over, he asked me how you'd known. So I told him that he'd left his freakin' condom wrapper in the couch."

"Which is better than leaving the actual condom in the couch, I will admit," I told her.

She laughed. "That would just be gross," she said. "Anyway, when I told him that, he blamed it all on me."

"On you? Because he left a condom wrapper in the couch? How's that?"

"Because I make him use the condoms," she said. "He told me if I'd just do it like everyone else and get on the pill or use that whole timing thing, none of this would've happened."

"He sounds like a real prince all right," I said and then blurted out something I wouldn't have had I not had a drink and a half in my system. "Why do you use the condoms anyway? Shouldn't you get on the pill if you're going to be sexually active?"

She was unoffended. "I'm not that sexually active," she said. "Carl is only the third guy I've ever done it with and he's only the second one I've done it with more than once. If I got on the pill my parents would find out about it and would think I was a total slut." She shook her head. "No, I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe when I get a real boyfriend, one who likes me for me and not just so he can screw me, maybe then I'll think about getting on the pill, but I don't think that's gonna be happening anytime soon."

"No?"

"No," she fumed. "I'm starting to think that maybe the lesbians have it right. Guys are a bunch of assholes—excuse my language."

"You're excused," I said. "And you're right. A lot of us are assholes... present company excepted."

Another laugh. "No, you're not an asshole at all. In fact, you're very sweet. When I finally find the right guy, I think he's gonna be someone just like you."

"A married deputy DA with two kids?"

She slapped at my arm. "No, silly, just a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen." She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.

"Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your parents how you got smashed at my house."

"One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't rat you out."

I made her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Courtney had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again. It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there. The crotch had also pulled tight, outlining the swelling of her mons and giving more than a hint of the split that lie just beneath. I had to tear my eyes away from this sight to keep from springing an erection.

"Thank you," Courtney said as she took her latest drink. "These really are good."

"I'm glad you like them," I said.

She took a thoughtful sip and then slapped at my arm again. "Did you know that I used to have the biggest crush on you?" she asked.

Actually, I did know that. When we'd first employed her as a babysitter—back when she'd been a tomboyish fifteen year old—her puppy love for me had been obvious. But I played dumb. "No," I told her. "I didn't know that."

"It's true," she said whimsically. "I used to dream that I was married to you, that you would take me to my prom dates, that you'd pick me up from school and drive me home." She shook her head. "Silly little girl dreams, I know."

"I'm very flattered," I said. "I trust you're over that now?"

She gave me a saucy look. "Maybe," she said.


Now it was my turn to flush. For the first time the inappropriateness of what was going on here tried to worm its way into my brain. I opened my mouth to tell her that maybe I should go get my checkbook and pay her so she could go home. But before I could do that, she blindsided me.

"Did you ever feel that way about me?" she asked.

Now it was my eyes that were having difficulty meeting hers.

"Uh... well..." I stammered, unsure what to say.

"It's okay," she said, a slight frown touching her face. "You don't have to answer. I'm just a fat little girl. Someone like you would never be interested in me. Forget I asked."

"You're not fat, Courtney," I told her. "Not even a little."

"You don't have to make me feel better," she said. "I mean, look at me. They're never going to ask me to model bras in the newspaper."

"Maybe not, but those models are all emaciated freaks. You're a very beautiful young woman."

"You're just saying that," she said.

"Not at all," I assured her. "You're very cute, very nicely proportioned, and, if you don't mind my saying so, I think you're sexy as hell."

"Really?" she asked, beaming, scooting just a tad closer. In the process, her shorts rode up just a little bit more, finally exposing a hint of the panties beneath. My eyes dropped involuntarily down, seeing that they were pale pink in color.

"Really," I said, swallowing nervously and putting my eyes back on her face. "If I were your age and single, you'd had to fight me off."

She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "And I wouldn't fight you very hard, either."

"That's uh... good to know," I mumbled, stealing another quick peak of her exposed panties. I just couldn't help myself.

"So... so... are you saying you have thought of me that way?" she asked me.

"Yes, Courtney," I admitted. "I have thought of you that way."

She let her legs fall apart just a little more, widening the view of her panties. I could now see a stretch more than half an inch wide, more than three inches long, including the elastic portion along the edge. The combination of the conversation we were engaged in and my fleeting views between her legs caused my cock to begin the normal biological reaction.

"Are you thinking of me that way right now?" she asked softly.

"I'm uh... going to have to take the fifth on that one," I replied.

She swallowed a little more of her drink. "You are, aren't you?"

she asked, leaning a little closer. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Uh... sure."

She gave a nervous giggle. "The first time I ever... you know... had an orgasm, I was thinking of you."

I quite literally didn't know what to say to this. My mouth dropped open as a surge of adrenaline went shooting through me and the rational part of my mind tried to activate the warning system that things were getting out of hand here.


"I shocked you," Courtney said, seeming far from upset by this. "I'm sorry. The booze is making me say things I shouldn't."

"That's uh... okay. Once again, I'm uh... flattered, but..."

"I'll never forget it," she said, before I could finish.

"You won't?"

"No," she said. "I was lying in my bed and I started... you know...

playing with myself. I'd done that before, of course, but never to...
you know... completion. But I was really Hot that night, the horniest
I'd ever been before."

"Really?" I said, knowing I should make her stop but unable. The vision of her lying in bed and playing with herself was powerfully erotic.

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "And that was when my crush on you was the strongest. God I was so hot for you. I would've done anything for you. So there I was, my hand in my panties, my fingers going crazy, and it started to feel better and better. And then I started imagining it was your hand down there.

And then I started to imagine you were kissing me and touching my boobs. I got hotter and hotter and really really wet. And then I imagined you... you know... taking out your... your thing and putting it inside of me." She shook her head and sighed. "That did it. I exploded right there on my bed. I moaned so loud my mom asked me if I was all right."

My cock was now a solid ramrod in my pants. I had had many women talk nasty to me over the years—on the phone, in person, in text messages, in email—but never had mere talk aroused me as much as what Courtney had just said. It wasn't so much her words, it was the matter-of-fact, almost naïve way she'd told the story, the way

she blushed as the words came out of her mouth, the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my pants where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed. "That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.

"Yeah," I had to answer. "Very much."

"Wow," she whispered. "It turned me on too. It always turns me on to think about that."

End this conversation right now! a part of my mind screamed at me. This is leading nowhere good. I didn't listen. Perhaps I would have if not for the fact that it had been almost four weeks since Cathy and I had last had sex, that it had more than a week since I'd even whacked off.

I had a major back-up of testosterone going on and sitting before me was an attractive young girl telling me that she had masturbated to my image, that my image had in fact been responsible for giving her her very first orgasm. And her legs had come a little farther apart as well, showing more of her pink panties to me, more of her smooth inner thigh.

"I still think of you when I play with myself," Courtney told me, pounding a few more nails in the coffin.

"Do you?" I asked her.

"Yes," she whispered. "God, Steve, I'm so wet right now."

Courtney, you really need to leave. I meant to say that. I opened my mouth to say that, I swear before all that is holy and sacred. But that's not what came out of my mouth. "Are you?" I asked instead.

She nodded. "Very," she said, her hand dropping down to her upper thigh. "Would you think I was sick if I..." She took a deep breath. "If I were to... touch myself right now?"

I nearly choked. "You mean... right here?" I asked.

"I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't," she said, her fingers creeping a little further up her thigh.

"Courtney," I said, my voice shaky, my hands trembling, "this is a really bad idea."

"Please?" she pleaded, her fingers now touching the elastic edge of the panties, one fingertip stroking along it, one manicured nail scratching on it. "I'd really love to look at you while I play with myself, Steve. To see your face as I make myself come."

My tremors grew worse, my eyes now unabashedly staring between her legs.

"You could do it too," she said. "We could watch each other. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that, but her logic combined with the alcohol and my horniness refused to allow my brain to acknowledge that. She was offering to show her pussy to me! To play with it in front of me! To allow me to play with my cock while I watched her do this! And it wasn't really cheating. Not in the strict and legal sense of the word. It was just visual stimulation. Nothing more, really, than looking at a pornographic video, right? "No," I said. "I guess there really isn't."

She smiled nervously and licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her panties. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts there with them, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze. It was beautiful, exquisite, everything an eighteen-year-old pussy should be. The area

surrounding the lips was shaved smooth. The lips themselves were pink and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture.

"This is so hot," she whispered as she leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs a little wider. While her left hand continued to hold her shorts and panties to the side, her right began to play, the fingers sliding up and down between her lips, delving a few millimeters between them.

"Jesus," I whispered, enthralled, my cock now begging for release.

"Take it out," Courtney told me, begged me. "I want to watch you do it too."

I reached down, opening my belt and unbuttoning my pants, doing it entirely by feel, not moving my eyes from her pussy for even a second. I unzipped and then raised my hips up a little. Doubt tried to push its way into my brain again—you're not really going to take your cock out in front of Courtney, are you?—but I pushed it right back. This was just visual stimulation. Nothing wrong with it. It wasn't like I was going to Bleep her or anything.

I pushed my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, allowing my rigid cock to spring out. Courtney's eyes locked onto it as it hit the air. Her breathing took on a heavier tone and her fingers began to move faster in her slit, to slide further inside of her body between strokes.

"Play with it, Steve," she told me. "I've never seen a guy do that. Play with it."

I started playing with it, taking myself in hand as I'd done a thousand times before. I slid my hand slowly up and down, knowing that if I went after myself aggressively I wouldn't last thirty seconds. Through it all I kept my eyes glued to Courtney, drinking in the sight of her masturbating for me, watching as her lips grew wetter and

more swollen, as her clit popped out of its hood, begging for attention of its own.

"Oh... Steve," she moaned. "This is so hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I breathed, my strokes going a little faster now as she started playing with her clit.

"Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "I just shaved it this morning."

"Yes," I said. "It's beautiful."

"Mmmm," she moaned, flicking at her clit a little more. "Ohhhh, oh, Steve. Your cock is so nice. So big and hard. Will you put it in me?"

I swallowed nervously. Hadn't I known she would ask that at some point? I tried to maintain my willpower. "I can't, Courtney. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"

"Oh please, Steve," she moaned. "Just for a second? I've never had one inside me without a rubber on it. I just want to know how it feels to go unprotected."

"Courtney..."

"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?" She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"

I found myself standing up. My pants and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the unprotected sensation. You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?


"Just once," I told her. "Just once."

"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."

Her legs opened wider as I stepped forward. I put my knees on the couch between them and leaned forward. Her left hand stayed in her crotch, continuing to hold her shorts and panties to the side. Her right hand came up to my face and stroked it. I leaned forward, supporting myself with my right arm by putting it behind her head. With my left, I took my cock in hand and aimed it between her wet, slippery lips. The head made contact and I slid it up and down a few times, prepping it for its one (and only one) trip into Courtney's body.

"Do it," Courtney panted, her hand sliding down onto my neck. "Put it in. Let me feel it."

I pushed forward with my hips. My cock met a little bit of friction for the barest of seconds and then slid slowly and smoothly inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight. We both moaned as I bottomed out, as my balls came to rest against her ass.

"That feels soooo good," Courtney said in my ear.

"Yesss," I whispered, just sitting there, unwilling to pull it out just yet.

"Just a couple of strokes in me?" she asked. "Just for a few seconds?"

I didn't even bother trying to rationalize this one. I just nodded and allowed my hips to start moving. I gave her a grind and then pulled back until my cock was just about free of her. I slid back in, bottoming out once more and giving another, longer grind. Courtney moaned loudly in obvious approval so I did it again. And then again. And then I did it even more, starting to move a little faster within her, to push a little harder against her.


"Lay on top of me, Steve," she said. "Lay on me while you Bleep me."

I leaned forward, allowing my chest to press against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I kissed her back enthusiastically, swirling my tongue with hers, sucking on it. She tasted strongly of apples.

We kissed and rutted against each other. I could feel her juices wetting my balls now, could smell the sexy aroma of her musk permeating the air around us. Her free hand slid down to my ass and began to stroke it, to squeeze it. My free hand slid under her shirt, worming its way upward, probing beneath her bra, until I was cupping her bare tit.

Courtney broke the kiss. She was panting like a dog, sweat breaking out on her flushed face. "You're gonna make me... make me... I'm gonna come, Steve! Don't stop. Don't stop!"

I didn't stop. In fact, I began to Bleep her harder, almost slamming her with each stroke, angling my hips upward in order to stimulate her clitoral nerves. Her hips began to rise and fall against me in response. Our mouths came back together and we kissed hotly, wetly, obscenely as her orgasm overtook her, as her body shook and shuddered against mine.

It took her almost a minute to work her way through the spasms. As it faded she broke the kiss and locked eyes with me. "Come in me," she whispered. "Come in my pussy, Steve. No one has ever been able to do that before. I want to feel it. I want to know what its like."

"Yes," I said. "Oh yes."

"Ohhh, do it," she moaned. "Give it to me!"


I gave it to her. It was a simple matter of moving my thrusts into overdrive, of squeezing her tit a little harder, of kissing her sweet mouth and sucking her tongue. The pressure built upward and the waves of pleasure began to spread. She felt the tightness of my body and began to moan against me, saying, "Do it, do it, do it" between kisses.

The peak built up rapidly but with a power I'd not felt in years. I began to shake and shudder. My breath tore in and out of my lungs. Courtney stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she could, her pelvis thrust back at me, matching my erratic strokes. And then the peak arrived and I exploded, blasting the inside of her body with solid jets of hot come.

"Yesssss!" Courtney screamed out, the sensation apparently sending her into another orgasm of her own. "Yes, yes, yessssssss!"

And finally, it was over. I collapsed atop her, my wilting cock still buried within her body. She removed her hand from between her legs so she could put both of them around my back and pull me tighter against her. We shared another long, luxuriant kiss, this one sexy and sweet instead of lustful.

When the kiss broke at last we looked at each other, both of us unsure what to say, what to do next.

"That was incredible," Courtney finally whispered. "I never knew it could be like that. So... so... hot and sexy."

"Yes," I said, feeling guilt and doubt wanting to work its way into my consciousness but keeping them barred for the moment. "That was extremely erotic, Courtney. You are very sexy."

She smiled, leaning up to give me an almost chaste kiss. "Thank you," she said.

We lay like that for quite some time, not talking, not thinking, just holding each other and sharing the occasional kiss. We knew that when we let each other go, the time for thinking would begin. And that would lead to the time for talking about what had just happened. I think both of us wanted to delay that moment as long as we could. Neither one of us were ready to wonder about what would happen tomorrow.

i n t e r r a c i a l






I am one of the lucky ones, lucky enough to have won the lottery and at 18 it was just perfect timing for me as I'd finished school and didn't really know what I wanted to do. This just gave me more time and opened up more options to decide as to what I wanted to do with myself. I knew one thing that I wanted to do though, and that was have fun no matter how it presented itself.

That was 6 months ago and I'd had a good summer of jetting around the world and taking my friends on holiday, enjoying the pleasures that the freedom created by money can bring and the privileges it can also bring. But now the summer had ended and we were all going our separate ways, my friends off to work or university and me

.....

Well....... I'm still not sure what to do. I did however find time to buy

myself a big house and one for my mum (don't ask about my father) and one each for my 2 brothers and a few other things that I'd always wanted.



I was relaxing on my veranda wearing a simple vest top and jogging bottoms with my laptop on my lap as the old gardener was mowing my lawn on a ride on lawnmower. I clicked onto A social networking website and was just browsing when an advert at the side of the screen caught my eye: "You've tried this now meet someone local to Bleep."

"Now there's tempting." I said to myself licking my lips and clicking on the link, the page reloaded with some very scantily clad men and women and a title stating: "Find local people in your area to Bleep."

I began browsing through a few of the adverts and to my surprise I found myself becoming excited about possibly meeting a stranger and just having some sexy fun with none of the baggage and strings attached plus some of the guys on the site were HOT. "Well then, best I sign up and start having some fun."



Being only 18 I was still relatively new to the world and enjoyment of sex. I knew I loved sex, I couldn't get enough of it the few times I'd done it but I felt as though over the past 6 months it had been missing from my life. There was so much I wanted to try and to experience but when hanging around with friends you kind of have to tame that side of yourself a little, but now I had all the time in the world and it was time to unleash myself.

I'd recently found myself watching interracial porn in the internet, watching as big black cocks pushed their way into tight white pussy's and how good a white woman looked as she sucked on a black cock. I know it was "acting" but there are things in a woman's face and expression that can't be hidden, and there was a lot of genuine enjoyment and fun being had. It was fast becoming something I wanted to try for myself and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

I couldn't stop looking at this one porn actor called Lex Steele, he just has the best looking big black cock I've ever seen. So long, so straight, so fat and I was becoming envious of the girls that got to enjoy a black cock like that. The way he controlled himself masterfully, dominating the woman he was with, they'd be worshipping him and his cock. Allowing him to do as he pleased with their body. That made my mind up, I needed to find my very own Lex Steele!

The first thing I had to do on the meeting website, apart from let £20 be taken from my account for the privilege of having a profile, was to choose a profile name. I always found it troublesome to choose a nickname for anything and this was no different, after a little deliberation I went for: Young and wanting cum. Next it was onto the

"About me/Describe yourself" section, "Right then, time to try and sell myself a little bit."

Hey, thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm 18, long blonde hair, dark brown eyes, 5'6" tall, slim and tanned, with enhanced 34DD's that are aching to be played with. Sensitive nipples which enjoy a good licking and a nibble. A peachy bum, perfect for grabbing and squeezing, and round the front.....well..... I'll let you find that out.

"That should do the trick I suppose." I said clicking "next" and looking up and watched as the gardener was locking up the barn he keeps the lawn mower in, he was done for the day and I was about to be left alone. I gave him a friendly wave and he returned it with a smile and a wave and got into his old red golf and drove off down the drive, the gates at the end of the driveway closing behind him with a little clang. "Right then, back to business."

It was onto the next section: What are you looking for:

I'm young and relatively inexperienced and I want to experience A LOT more, mainly a big black cock. I'm keen and eager and will give anything a go at least once and if I like it, I'll come back for more. I keep myself tidy down there and I expect the same! Discretion is assured and expected and generally I can accommodate unless you have other ideas, like I said: I'm easy! Give me a try!

I clicked next and the page refreshed and came up with the pictures section, I needed at least 4 pictures to complete my profile and make it go "live". I walked into my bedroom and rummaged around in my bottom dresser drawer and found my 20MP Sony Cyber shot digital camera. "Well 4 pictures then huh."

I was wearing a vest top and took a picture looking down, and then a few cleavage shots in just my blue bra. Then without my bra on and my arm across my boobs, pushing them together and hiding my nipples, making my big 34DD's look big and round and hopefully appetizing.


I slid my jogging bottoms down and twisted round and took a few pics of my bum with my thong separating my cheeks and the final one I took was of my thong around my ankles. I thought it might be classed as artistic and then a full length frontal shot in the mirror, taking care not to get my head in the picture.



I connected my camera to my laptop and uploaded the pictures to it, I then selected 9 pictures and uploaded them up to my profile. It took about a minute for the all the pictures to upload and I was greeted with a successful and congratulatory message: I was a member! Now it was time to start searching for real and see if anyone found me.

10 minutes later I had sent 4 messages to 4 different guys who I liked the look of and I was just about to log off when I noticed I'd received a message myself, I clicked on the menu button and it took me to a message I'd been sent by a user called: BigNBlack.

My heart rate began quickening just as I read the message from him, it was a naughty message and it was ticking all the right boxes for me and then there was a picture of him and his cock. Well, I nearly fell over, he was a good looking guy and his cock was BIG.

I quickly checked his profile out, he was 35 and only a few miles away from me and had met a few people from the site already with good feedback from them all. I replied to him and at the bottom of the message I left my phone number, I hovered over the send button for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and pressing send.




I didn't have to wait long before my phone started to vibrate and ring, it was a number I didn't recognize, my heart rate quickened again and I paused and pressed ok. "Hello?" I said

"Hey, it's BigNBlack, you just sent me a message." A deep voice replied.

"Hey, thanks for calling back so quick," I replied trying to sound composed, a finger twiddling a loop of my blonde hair as I began to idly walk around the room as we chatted, until I finally plucked up enough courage and invited him to mine. "By the way, my name is Tracy. And erm......when do you think you can get here?"

"Hey Tracy, I'm Dez and I'm leaving right now. I'll see you in 10 minutes."

"Beep your horn when you're outside and I'll open the gates."

"Oh....ok then." And with that he hung up.

My heart was really racing now, "Right, best I go and put something sexy and girly on for him as he wanted." I pulled open a drawer and pretty much immediately settled on my bright pink push up bra and matching thong.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and threw them into the corner of the room and slipped my arms through the loops of my bra and reached behind me to fasten it up. I looked in the mirror and adjusted my boobs so they looked full, round and inviting in my pink bra, I then stepped into my pink thong and pulled it up and got it comfy.

Thinking I needed something else I went back to my lingerie drawer and had another look and found a set of matching pink fishnet stockings "Perfect." I said sitting on the edge of my bed and rolling them up my smooth lightly tanned, toned legs. After a final check in the mirror and tying my blonde hair back into a pony tail I went downstairs to the kitchen.



I found a bottle of Rose in my fridge opened it and filled a glass up and quickly drunk some of it to give myself some Dutch courage, I

filled the glass again and calmly sipped at it this time. I could feel my excitement building inside of me, my heart beat was up and my senses on full alert just waiting for the beep of a horn.

And then there it was, I jumped up and pressed the button to open the gates, I looked out the small square window to the side of the front door and watched as an old dark blue Mondeo came edging up the driveway and stopped a few feet away from the front door.



I went to the front door took a very deep breath and opened it as Dez closed the door of his car and started towards me. "Bleep!" He said looking at me.

"Have I done ok for you?" I asked, leaning back against the frame of the door, one leg slightly bent and tucked up under me.

"I'd say." He replied almost bounding up the 3 steps to me, his black arm slipped easily around my back and onto my bum and squeezed me tight against him, my head arching up as his came down to meet mine.

His warm lips touching mine, his minty tasting tongue parting my lips and entering my mouth. His hands felt as though they were all over my body, squeezing, rubbing, touching, and caressing every inch of me as he held me against his firm body still as we stood in the doorway.



Dez wasn't hanging about and had already released my 34DD's and slipped my bra off my arms and onto the floor, his other hand came up and started pinching and rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb. A gentle moan escaped my lips as I thrust my chest up into his face, his tongue and lips clamping on my now hard nipples, he flicked them with his tongue and sucked on them hard.

Still in the doorway to my house a gentle warm breeze blowing over

my bare skin, my hand went down to his crotch and felt a monster of a black cock straining at the seams of his jeans trying to escape. I stood in front of him and carefully and slightly nervously unhitched his belt buckle and let it clang noisily to the side as I popped the buttons of his jeans before I pulled them to the floor.

He kicked off his Adidas trainers and stepped neatly out of his jeans, I was kneeling in front of him now and his cock was only an inch away from my face and it was pulling the soft white material of his boxers tight.

I pulled them down and marvelled at the size of his cock, the pictures he'd sent through didn't do it justice, it was at least 11" long and straight as an arrow and pointing straight at me, he'd shaved himself bare down there which added to effect. I took his cock in one hand and then the other and looked up at him and opened my mouth.



Slowly, ever so slowly I edged my open mouth towards the meatiness of his cock, my lips closed softly around his helmet and gave it a gentle suck before pulling away and doing the same again. "You little tease!" He said with a smile on his lips and his hands on his hips as he watched me slowly edge further down his cock with the gentlest of touches.

I wanted nothing more than to gobble his cock hungrily but I wanted to savour my first taste of black cock. I slid a hand down to his balls and gave them a cup, they were big and heavy and I licked down his long black shaft to his balls and sucked on them as I gently stroked his cock.

I could feel my pussy was soaking wet at just sucking his cock, who knows what I would be like when I finally got it inside me. Not yet though, that would wait. I knelt up and pushed my big boobs around his cock and rocked up and down, his cock pushing up through my boobs and onto my willing tongue.

I could taste his salty precum and knew I was doing well. I took his cock back into my mouth, deeper and faster this time, my hands twisting round his thick shaft as I sucked on it well.


I stood up kissing my way up his toned body and turned around and put one hand on the open doorway and reached back and took his cock and put it between my legs and rubbed it against my thong clad pussy, he didn't need asking twice!

He pulled my tiny pink thong down and bent over kissing each bum cheek as he did. Dez then slid a hand up the inside of my thigh all the way up to my pussy, his fingers nudging at my wet opening, spreading it open. I felt his cock edging towards it and I stood with my legs further apart, I looked over my shoulder to see him slowly wanking his cock, one hand on my bum as the other started to guide his cock to my opening.

I felt his big black cock nudging at my pussy and I took a deep breath, he edged forward and I felt the head of his cock push in and then pull back out again. Then he pushed a little further in and pulled it back out again, and then further in.

My juices leaving a white tide mark on his cock, it felt as though it was filling me until he was balls deep inside me. He held me there as I felt his cock throbbing inside me, it was enough to tip me over the edge and without moving I came all over his cock, my moans and screams escaping out through my open front door, my back arching as my body pulsed, speared by his big black cock.



"And that's before I Bleep you!" He said with a smile in his voice, he placed both hands on my hips and began to Bleep me. Pushing his 11" deep inside of me and then back out, my pussy holding on to it, trying to milk it. His big heavy balls slapping into me, my bum slapping back into him as I pushed back, my boobs shaking back and forth.


"Oh Bleep! OH Bleep! OH FUUUUUCK!" I began as I felt another orgasm building in me, this spurred Dez on and he began pounding into me faster and harder. My eyes closed, I bit my lip, I stopped breathing, I tensed up, my nails dug into the wood work, I pinched a nipple and then I let it go. I bucked, writhed, wriggled, screamed and moaned as the intensity of my orgasm pulsed through my body. Even the neighbours might have heard that one.



"Oh jeez." I managed to say as my legs shook beneath me.

"After an orgasm like that it's only fair I cum on your face!" Dez said pulling his sticky, glistening, juice covered cock out of my pulsing pussy.

I wasn't going to say no! I turned and sunk to my knees in front of him and took his cock eagerly in my mouth this time, tasting my juices on his cock. I sucked it deep and hard, playing with his balls as I did, the other hand twisting up and down his long shaft as it followed my mouth up and down, my tongue looping round his helmet.

He let out a few moans of pleasure and then I felt his balls tighten, and tasted some more pre cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a long thick jet of spunk right up my face leading from my nose across my forehead into my hair, another jet splattered across the side of my face.

Another blasted into my mouth and I swallowed it down, another jet shot out and landed on my chin. Another on my forehead again, I knelt up and took some more in my mouth, he just wouldn't stop cumming.

He splattered my chin, my neck and down onto my boobs, I was absolutely covered in his hot spunk. He shook the last few drops into my open mouth and then began scooping his cum up using his cock

and pushing it into my mouth and I cleaned it off for him and swallowed it all down.


I looked up at him with his cum running off my face and gave a smile and laugh, all I could say was "Wow!"

Dez winked at me and smiled "Don't worry I'll be coming back for more, I've got to dash now though." And with that he pulled up his boxers and jeans and left me kneeling at my front door, exhausted and covered in a lot of cum.

I watched him drive down the driveway, the gates opening for him as he approached them. The gates started to close and then began to open again as my mum's silver Mercedes nudged into view "OH Bleep!" I said my eyes wide as I jumped up slamming the front door shut and running up to my bathroom for a very quick a thorough shower, but with some happy and naughty thoughts in my mind.

b d s m






There is a small pout to my lips as Master's mouth comes towards me. His deep passionate kiss makes me forget all else as my lips meld to His. I believe I was born to be His. He pulls back quirking an eyebrow.

"Pet, you know business causes Me to travel from time to time, and I will only be gone overnight, so no pouting. Take your vibe and give that pussy of Mine a good strong orgasm for Me."

His large hands descend upon my soft bare shoulders, though all of Me is bare as my Master wishes while we are at home, except for His collar and waist chain. Turning me away from Him I hear and feel a quick crack from His open hand across my arse, sending me off to the bedroom. As I walk, I hear the sound of door closing knowing He's now gone.

My head turns, a soft smile on my lips whispering.

"Travel safely my Master. Come home to Your pet soon."

Entering the bedroom, I light a few candles around the room. The warm comforting aroma of vanilla wafts up. As I am turning the bed down, the thick comforter rolls to the foot of the bed. I lay my soft form onto the silk sheet—they feel cool against my warm skin. I take hold of the thick rubber-like vibe in one hand, wetting the fat tip of it with my lips and tongue, enjoying the smooth skin-like feel this one has. Switching it on to a low/med speed, I draw it down to rub just between my hot already moist cuntlips, moving up to my clit in a slow sensuous circle, hips lifting, pressing to the vibrations.

With my warm cunt cream thickening, I slide the vibe now deep into

my pussy, holding the vibe in my hand, legs bending—knees up— feet flat upon the sheets. Driving my hips up and down in a steady fucking motion, my body is now hotter, and wetter, and craving the feeling of this orgasm allowed to me by my Master. I plunge the vibe deep into the hot greasy cunt that belongs to my Master. Pinning my hips back down with a fierce thrusting of the vibe, cunt walls squeezing in a desperate attempt to devour the toy, my cries ring out loud, screams filling the room as my orgasm as it flows hot strong, calling out,

"Thank You Master, thanks for allowing me this pleasure!"

As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my cuntflesh a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my Master vivid in my mind lulling His slut into a peaceful sleep. The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my Master's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with His cologne. I breathe Him in as I sleep.

Belly to the sheets, moist warm pussy still slowly sensuously pressing to the sheets in a soft humping motion while in my slumber, arse cheeks moving side to side, sweet dreams of my Master caress my mind. That beautiful dream was suddenly turning to a nightmare. A heavy weight presses down on my body, a hand snakes around me. Just as I am about to let out a scream, I realize this is no dream. An intruder is here in my Master's bedroom. My mind is racing and panicking, my heart is wrenching, and my body is struggling trying to twist out from His clutches. He straddles His thick branch-like legs over my back pinning my arms to my sides.

He is strong. His hand holds a gag that He forces into my mouth and secures behind my head. He works quickly, binding my wrists. I hear the click of the steel, though the inner lining of the restraints is softer —leather perhaps. Panting breaths through flaring nostrils, again His hands come to my head to put a blindfold on me, my protesting

groans and grunts mean nothing to Him. I am kicking my legs to no avail. He grabs them, snaps on the same type of restraints, and flips me over like a rag doll. I can feel His menacing presence over me as I lie there naked. Only Master's collar and waist chain darn my body.

My mind is racing with thoughts, each one of my senses heightened.



Silk..

It is the silk sheet being wrapped around me, nearly smothering me, my body bucking, trying my best to resist. I hear only the sounds this stranger makes—dark, ugly growls whenever I do something to try and spoil His plan. Each time He tightens His grip to let me know I'd best be still. I am flung over His shoulder, my arse pointed up to the sky wrapped in the silk sheet. His movements are meticulous. Aware that we are outside, the coolness of the late night air seeps in through the sheet. My body shivers.

His grip tightens, and I am placed into the seat of a car. First my door closes, then the driver's side opens and closes. I jump in reaction to the noises—all familiar noises yet now in darkness everything feels strange and common noises make me anxious. All I can do is whimper pathetically, as this Man makes no sound. I do not know if He is going to do me harm or what is to come of me. My mind fills with thoughts of my Master, He won't know what's happened to me, and I feel the sting of tears.

We are only in the car a short while before my body is casually flung back over His shoulder. Inside, His footsteps sound heavy—a certain sound like being on concrete—a musty scent—maybe a basement. My body is placed upon a flat surface.

Wood, perhaps - yes..

Smooth, hard, definitely wood..

I feel as if my body is a mass of nervous uncontrolled shivering. The gag makes it difficult to breathe. I have to remember to pull the air in through my nose which is a bit stuffy from my sobbing. The blindfold is wet from my tears. He sits me up a moment undoing the wrist restraints. I breathe a little easier, wiggling my wrists about to try and move. No such luck. This overbearing Man pushes me back down.

Pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches them to a different set of restraints that seem to be connected to the table. My breasts are rising up and down hard and fast. His fingers grab each nipple, rolling them between his fingers, and then giving each one a firm pinch. He takes the restraints from my ankles. I immediately try to kick. He is far too quick—holding both ankles binding one at the corner of the table, spreading my legs wide, binding the other to the opposite corner.

Here I lay before this One—naked and exposed—vulnerable. His fingers move over my Master's waist chain and then up to my collar. I buck and twist screaming beneath the gag until He finally leaves my jewelry alone. I feel delight at a small victory just won, but only momentarily as His fingers now find my nipples once more. Taking one, He pulls and pinches; twists and tweaks. The rosy hard tips ache feeling the sting, yet at the same time I feel the touch of His lips suckling on my other nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses my senses.

Whimpering, crying, I am not sure if I am in pain or I am whimpering at the soft gentle sensation. He is not my Master, yet His lips carry the same type of warm wet touch upon my breasts. His teeth slowly pull on my free nipple pulling it up as His fingers start to position the clamps. My body jumps. His mouth is covering my clit. He is so skillful; each of His movements is taking my attention off the impending clamps. A thin chain connects the clamps, and it lies between my breasts.

Who was this Man? Did my Master arrange this? Does my Master know where I am? Am I just supposed to submit? No, I want my

Master.

His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of His tongue to become one with His mouth? He moves over my moist cuntlips. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of His tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat. Whimpering, questioning sounding like the word -

"Master"

Again the pleading sounds begging through my gag iin desperation -

"Master, Master"

Hoping, convincing myself it must be Him, as my body wouldn't react so easily if this One didn't have such a familiar touch. He probes with His tongue dipping in and out of my warm honeyed cunt. It is then I hear the buzzing sound. I know this sound. His fingers pull at my damp folds as He pushes the vibe deep into my wet pussy. Animal growls comes from deep within His throat, as He feels my cunt accept the large vibe, muscles trying to squeeze around its girth. Feeling tugging on my chained nipples, I am pulled slowly upward feeling the burn and sting. Then I feel something different—the softest feeling one could experience, my head tilting as I concentrate

moment. A feather..
Yes, that must be it..

Lightly touching and tickling around the areola of each nipple as they are being pulled. My body is a frenzy of feelings, the feather, the vibe, the tugging. More and more whimpering—my body is on fire. Suddenly my whimpers become hard insistent moans. His hand shoves the vibe in harder deeper. I know He is watching me—I can

feel His stare, His eyes moving to the dripping of my body's sweat, His pleasure at the way my body is shaking.

Quickly my fingers ball and fist, my toes curl, my mind is in such a confused state of ecstasy that I continue to try and fight off. I will only cum for my Master at His command for His dark and lustful desires. I am His playground, His canvas to create upon. Again and again the vibe is swimming in and out of my Bleep hole, and then using a single finger He starts touching me at the valley between my clamped breasts. Slowly He glides downward over the flat of my belly. I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils. My belly caves in. His finger is still on my flesh dragging, and pressing.

He slowly makes His way to my exposed clit—the small protruding throbbing bud of my lust and passions. His finger flicks over it as His thumbs join in the fun. He is pinching and pulling on it, listening to my threatening moan of a denied orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. I listen to His low grunts as He tortures me over and over with His sweet ministrations. His skillful fingers drive me to the edge as I fight off the savage plunging, sweat dripping from every wanton pore of my body. Silently my mind screams out for my Master. My hips are jerking as He bleeps me with the vibe now creating a steady intense motion. Each time the vibe is thrust in He rubs my clit with His knuckles. His other hand has moved back up to the clamps tugging lightly on them to listen to more of my muffled whimpering pleas.

As my mind becomes dizzy and blurred, He removes the vibe. The wet sloppy sound of it unplugging my Bleep hole makes me crazy. I scream through the gag. I feel His body come to the table settling over mine, my head twisting in a heated protest. Wildly the blonde damp tendrils of my hair slap around my blindfolded and gagged face.

"No, only my Master can take me. This cannot happen. Please."

His fingers remove each clamp from my hot sore nipples. He quickly

massages with both His mouth and hands easing the return of my blood flow. I can feel His thick rigid cock between my legs. The bulbous head is pulsing at my pink swollen cuntlips. A Bleep hole so hot, wet ready to be bleeped hard, my body is shaking.

He rocks forward, His cock teasing at my cuntflesh. I am trying desperately to shift my body but am unable to move. His hands reach up, taking the gag from my mouth. Before I even have my voice back to cry out, "No, please no more." the cunt juice soaked vibe is put into my mouth to suck on and once again I am stopped from speaking. The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams His cock deep into its home.

"MINE!!! MY LovePeddler MY slut!!" my Master's voice strong loud commanding me.

My Master bleeps me hard, and His lips come to my ear as my Master growls out throught His feral grunting.

"CUM My slut. Now. Hard. Give ME all you have wanted to release NOW."

I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want.

"OOOHHHH Bleep YES, YES MASTER, MASTER."

As the orgasm that was so torturously, deliciously built up comes hard and fast, it is that moment I know what it is to be in sub space. The euphoric feelings take over my body, and Master and I become one. No beginning or end as we move in a motion so demanding yet so in sync. My mouth presses to the hot skin of His chest, sucking and licking as He slams His cock in and out of the Bleep hole He alone owns. Master and only my Master can bring me, His slut to this sublime place.

In one deep solid thrust His cock explodes, thick waves of His hot cum pouring into my cunt, as my hot juice splashes over His dick, blending our lustful liquids. The smell of our sex surrounds us as our bodies drip with sweat, spasms coming one after the other—each one seemingly stronger than the one before. My strong cunt walls milk His cock of its cum. I need to feel my Master's body liquid flowing in my veins.

As He collapses to the table beside me, His lips to my ear, warm breath bathing over my hot skin the sound of His voice vibrates along my flesh, causing the many goose bumps to rise.

"So, my pet, are you happy I didn't really have to go away on business?"

Listening to the arrogant, wonderful sound of my Masters laughter as it melts my heart, whispering in a husky well sated voice.

"Your pet is very happy, Master. So very happy."

s u p e r n a t u r a l ( i )





I sprinted down the hall, running for my life. The sound of my chuck taylor clad feet slapping the ground bounced off the walls, echoing eerily.

"Maria... Maria..." It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me.

"Maria... Maria..." He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip.

I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a human-bat thing supposedly seen coming and going from this place.

I had been inside the decaying building for about ten minutes when I heard a horrendous cacophony; someone broke down the door I had blocked and began calling my name in the silky, disgustingly fake sympathetic voice.

"Maria!" The proximity of the voice brought me out of my thoughts.

He was only a few paces behind me!!

The corridor was coming to a dead end. I thought all hope was lost, but I saw one last open door on the left. It could be my only salvation... A chance to turn around or find something I could use as a weapon to fight back.


I reached out to grab the door handle, both as an anchor to redirect my momentum and as a way to slam the door shut in the face of my predator.

I felt an arm wind around my throat, jerking me off my feet from the sudden stop and choking me in the suffocating grip. I thought it was a police officer or something like that, until I felt cold, inhuman breath on the side of my neck.

"At last..."

The man shoved me into the room, my feet tangling into various cords and wires littering the floor, he wrenched the door handle shut behind him. The room was lit by an old, dim, flickering lightbulb suspended by a thin wire.

The room appeared to be an old workshop. Shelves lined the upper parts of the walls with damaged and rough counters underneath. Tools of all sorts littered the place along with rusty generators decaying by some of the outdated power tools.

In the middle of the room stood a solid work table the size of a king-sized mattress, metal shavings scattered into the old creases of the over-worked wooden surface. Lengths of heavy duty, rusty chains draped tiredly over the upper half, almost waiting for someone to finish a project they started.

I turned to look at my captor after regaining some of my balance, but my right arm was yanked behind my back, forcing me in the opposite direction of the door.

I was roughly thrown over the table, the man gripping me roughly and bending me so my face was mashed into the metal shavings and splinters of the work table, making my eyes water with the sting. I blinked a few tears away. In a shaky voice, I asked.

"What... do you want... with me?" The man pressed himself against me, leaning over me and completely covering my smaller frame with his.

The man brushed the hair off the back of my neck and nuzzled my flesh before replying in that same, horrifying purr:

"You poked around in the wrong places... And then I smelled you. Your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled and it drove me..." He pulled his mouth close to my ear and spoke the last word in a breathy, smooth voice, "... crazy."

"...m-my smell...?" My voice cracked on the word 'smell,' much to my dismay. My captor chuckled evilly, obviously enjoying my ignorance.

"Yes, darling. Your smell." What the Bleep was he going to do... Eat me...?I struggled wildly, my pinned arm loosing circulation in the vice grip and my other stuck between my torso and the table top.

The man laughed heartily, yanking me up from the table and pressing my body against him. He captured both wrists in one hand in a crushing grip, forcing them behind my back. His other arm snaked over my chest, his rough hand gripping me just under my jaw. His lips were almost touching my ear, cold radiating from them and raising goosebumps along my skin.

"This can be easier for both of us. If you're good, I can be nice and gentle." He pressed his lips against the racing pulse beneath my ear, "or I can be rough and unpleasant if you fight me." He bit the soft curve connecting my neck and shoulder, two particularly sharp teeth almost piercing my skin.

I cried out in pain and jerked, shaking a laugh from him again. He shuffled forward to the table again, forcing me to bend over it painfully, this time sparing my cheek from the metal and rough wood. He spoke again, the chill of his breath causing the small hairs all over my neck to stand on end.


"What's it going to be, my pet?" Bile rose to the back of my throat as he whispered 'my pet.' I refused to respond, scared out of my mind and stubborn enough to want to fight. After a few seconds of silence, the man growled in frustration. He dragged me up onto the table, flipping me so I was on my back.

He motioned to the chain with his finger and a length of chain sprang to his command. It wound around my bruised wrists tightly before two links on each end opened up like the jaws of an angry snake and clamped into the old wood, making a sickly crunching sound like that of breaking bones; after sealing themselves into the table top, they went lifeless, just like they were a few seconds ago.

My arms were securely bound above me, putting me in a somewhat vulnerable state and cutting off any hopes I had of escape. My chest heaved as I panted in fear, my eyes searching for the face of the man behind all this.

I turned my head to my left and there he stood.

The most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'4. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. His face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness.

Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with blood-red irises and light-absorbing black pupils. Black, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him.

He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice.


"Have you changed your mind, darling?" I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy lightbulb hovering above. He raised an eyebrow at me in expectation.

I blinked and closed my mouth, regaining enough of my stubbornness to turn my head away and close my eyes, as if trying to deny his existence. I heard him hiss in a deep, threatening way.

"So be it. I'll have you, either way... And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more." The hairs along my arms rose again, his words stirring something deep within me.

He lept up onto the work table, kicking my legs apart roughly and settling between them. His hips rested against mine and he ground them into me, bringing to my attention something very hard between us.

He dug his cold fingers into the neckline of my white tshirt, ripping it from me, jerking me off the table and startling me with the brutality of the force he used. He gazed down at me, his hands caressing over the lacy white bra. He mumbled "White for purity... White for virginity..." My spine turned to ice. How did he know I was a virgin...?

Then he leaned down, taking the fabric between the cups into his mouth. He yanked back and it sprang free, the bra snapped in the middle, ruined. I was completely bared to him, unable to cover myself or hide from those crimson eyes.

My captor cursed under his breath before almost violently attacking my right breast with his mouth. He bit the nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the hardening peak before sucking the soft tissue into his mouth.

My back arched off the table and I gasped involuntarily at the onslaught. His hand gripped and roughly kneaded the other as he worked over my breast with his mouth. I felt his sharp teeth sliding

over my skin threateningly, knowing at any moment they could rip into me if he wanted. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and a rising, unknown desire within me.

He released my breast from his mouth with a wet smack, his dangerous eyes glaring into mine.

"Your heart is calling to me..." He moved forward so that his face was at my neck. He nuzzled the throbbing pulse near my throat, sighing.

"How does it feel... knowing I could drink you dry if I wanted?" He squeezed my breast hard, stealing a gasp from me. His tongue caressed the flesh over my racing pulse; I involuntarily angled my head to give him better access. He murmured appreciatively.

"You smell so delicious..." His teeth scraped over my pulse, drawing a shiver out of me. He chuckled a little, the sound a deep, throaty sound. He spoke softly,

"I could kill you if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink away your life."

He kissed over my pulse again, lingering and letting his tongue snake out again to caress the sensitive flesh. A small whimper of fear and something else escaped my trembling lips.

"Tell me what you think about that, Maria." My name sounded strange on his tongue.

I licked my dry lips, noticing how his eyes followed my tongue. I spoke, hesitantly, in a quivering voice.

"I think... if that's what you really wanted, you would have done that already." He was inhumanly still for a moment, before a slow smile spread over his perfect face.

"Smart girl."


He squeezed my breast hard again, extracting a gasp from me, opening my mouth to him. He leaned down, capturing my lips with a strange hunger I'd never known before. My mind went completely blank as he pulled away to see my reaction.

I blinked, my brain feeling a little hazy as I stared back at him. I bit my lip, replaying over in my head what had just happened. Is this what a kiss was really like? Then it seemed to dawn on him.

"That was your first kiss?" He looked taken aback for a few seconds. Then his pupils dilated a bit and he growled deep in his throat before leaning back down and taking my lips again. My current situation forgotten, I lay there, trying to sort out how to react, the first time today when I was completely at a loss for words or action.

I let instinct take over. He claimed my bottom lip, sucking gently. I pursed my lips together a little, putting a bit of pressure on his upper lip. His hips ground against me again as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing against my lips.

Not knowing what else to do, I let him in and he swirled his tongue around mine, the sensations rendering my mind blank and my body limp. He whispered against my lips,

"That's it... don't fight me." He kissed me passionately, his hand starting to knead my breast again, flicking and rolling my nipple with his thumb while the other slipped beneath my head, gripping the back of my neck as his fingers intertwined in my hair.

He began kissing along my jawline, moving back toward my neck. Each kiss kindled the fire growing just under my skin and I began to feel a thirst within my body I had never known before.

His grinding began to feel good and I moaned beneath him as he sucked on my neck. My arms struggled against the chains, wanting to touch him. He spoke, his words muffled by the sensitive flesh of

my throat against his lips.

"Not yet, my darling." He worked his way down my neck, pausing at my breasts again. His face moved away from mine as he maneuvered himself lower over me.

He kissed the soft skin above my belly button, his hands shredding my dark-gray, knee length leggings. He flung the remnants of clothing off the table, dipping his tongue in my belly button before kissing lower. Distress began to filter through the haze in my mind.

I mewled a soft,

"Wait..." My captor paused at his task.

"Trust me, pet." He resumed, kissing softly above my panty line and my hips, silencing any protest I may have had. I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart, giving him access to my sacred part.

I felt him blowing a steady stream of cool air over me and realized that he had somehow slipped my underwear off me while I was distracted. Before I could protest, he latched onto my sensitive nub and sucked softly, drawing a moan from me.

My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before. My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission.

His tongue swirled around my clit, awakening each nerve ending and setting them each ablaze. I didn't understand what I was feeling, and under present circumstances I didn't care.

He paused and I felt his eyes on my face. Through my panting, I managed to choke out,

"Please... don't stop... ohhhhhh..." His tongue slid up through my

folds, turning my legs to jelly and my words to unintelligible moans and groans.

Then I felt something probing uncomfortably at my entrance. I bit my lip as I felt him touching me and stretching me a little.

Then I felt him suck on the sensitive little bud again and I completely forgot any discomfort. My belly was tightening in a weird way, but the way he made me feel I didn't want to care.

He drew on my clit repeatedly and I gasped, moaned, and writhed beneath him. I felt him insert his finger inside me and he stroked my inner walls, adding a new dimension to the sensation he was forcing onto me. The tightening within me kept growing with each second.

He flicked my nub with his tongue as he simultaneously swirled his finger inside me and the tightness exploded within me, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. My senses barely noticed the brief bit of pain as they were overcome by the intense sensation.

I heard myself whimpering softly as the cascade of pleasure began to ebb after a few moments. My heart no longer pounded with fear; the negative emotions temporarily gone as I basked in the glow of the new contentedness I suddenly felt.

Then, I became aware of something wet on the inside of my thighs and dripping down my bottom onto the table; I thought that perhaps I had peed myself and felt my cheeks grow hot with shame. I opened my eyes as I felt a shadow loom over me.

Piercing red eyes studied my face as my heart began to beat normally. He smiled and I noticed his lips were shiny and wet.

"You are absolutely exquisite when you come..." He leaned down to me again, kissing me gently. He tasted different. I swallowed hard,

"What just happened? ...what did you do to me?" I raised my head

and looked down between us. His clothes were now gone and he was settled between my legs again. What I saw protruding from him made my eyes widen. He continued, seemingly unhampered by my attention on other places.

"You just had an orgasm. It happens when you feel really good." He paused and licked his lips, the shiny stuff disappearing. I blinked, raising my gaze back to his face, and my cheeks felt hot again as I asked quietly,

"...did I pee?" He laughed.

"No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm." I nodded.

My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question.

"That, Maria, is my cock and it will go inside you where you felt me touching you a bit ago." I swallowed hard.

"...go inside me?" He kissed my neck softly.

"Yes. I'm going to take you, pet. I'm going to Bleep you with my cock." Before I could respond, he shifted his hips and used his hand to guide himself. I felt it pressing against me. I squirmed against him, whispering in fear,

"H-how is that going to fit in me??" I twisted my hips away, trying to close my legs as I felt a little panic. The piercing eyes stared daggers into me. I felt his hands on my hips grip tightly, holding the yielding flesh in a vice like grip. He leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly,

"You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be." He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point.

His eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no give to his will and I knew there was no way out of this. After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling.

"Good girl."

Before I could protest, he captured my lips as he thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately.

He moaned deep in his throat, his body shaking above me. He broke the kiss, drawing in a sharp breath and cursing,

"God you feel so good..." He kissed my pulse again and slowly rotated his hips. I winced at the discomfort; I felt like I was being split in half. He kissed my neck firmly, pulling away briefly enough to apologize.

"I'm sorry love... It's going to hurt for a little bit." There was only one solid question in my mind.

"Is it really inside me?" He moved his hips again and I could feel it moving in me. He began slowly moving his hips back and forth, pulling out a little and then going back in. It hurt at first, but it soon started to feel good like before. The man was still shaking. He murmured,

"You're so tight... So good... I want to ride you hard but you aren't ready... God damn..." He did pick up the pace, however. When he pulled out, I felt a new kind of emptiness that was soon relieved after he surged back in, gyrating his hips.

He hit a really sensitive spot inside me and I moaned again, wrapping my legs around him as he moved within me. He cursed under his breath and pumped faster, harder. It felt so good inside me

and I soon wanted him to fill me more, get deeper, go harder.

I struggled against the chains binding my arms down and he lifted a hand, gesturing like he did before. The links disintegrated around my wrists like sawdust and my arms sprang free and wrapped around his shoulders.

My hands roamed over his smooth, muscular back. He hit that spot inside me again and again and my nails dug into his cold flesh. He cursed sharply and pinned me, thrusting inside me harder. His eyes borred into mine and his lips curled into a snarl.

My back arched and I cried out in ecstasy as he kept stroking over that spot. I started lifting my hips in time with his thrusts, hearing his thighs slap against my ass as he buried himself inside me.

He began to furiously Bleep me at that point. I writhed and moaned, mewled, whimpered, and groaned beneath him, the way he was taking me so brutally adding fuel to the fire in my core.

"God damn it, Maria!" I clawed his back as he stroked over that spot inside me, my eyes nearly rolling back up into my skull.

Moving as fast as lightning, he gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, staring into my eyes with a new intensity. He slowed his thrusting and stopped; I groaned in frustration and tried to grind my hips to get friction inside me. He leaned his weight onto my wrists a little, capturing my attention completely.

"Listen to me, Maria." He growled out, his muscles trembling. He began punctuating the words with his thrusting into me, "You. Belong. To. Me." One of his hands gripped my breast again and he loomed over me. His voice grew more intense.

"You. Are. Mine!" I moaned as his words called up a strong desire in my soul, my orgasm, as he called it, building within me.

"Say it!" He ground his hips hard against me, driving his point home.

I cried out as he hit me deeply inside. He squeezed my breast hard.

"Say it! Who do you belong to?!"

"You!" He thrust inside me again.

"Tell me who you belong to!" I groaned, my belly tightening dangerously.

"I belong to you!" With that, I came and nearly shattered into a million pieces. I almost screamed from the intensity, a roaring sound rising in my ears and my mind completely incoherent as the tides of hot pleasure crashed over me. I registered his curses and broken sentences,

"Oh god... You're so... Tight... So damn good... Ughghh"

He kept moving inside me, prolonging the orgasm. I found myself sobbing, almost begging him to stop the onslaught which threatened to overwhelm me.

He slammed into me one last time, holding still. I felt something hot erupting within my walls and flooding my tunnel; it felt good.

I opened my eyes and discovered he was staring intently at me. The spurting inside me continued as he leaned down and kissed me deeply.

The kiss lasted a long time, neither of us wanting to stop. Finally, he broke the union of our lips and spoke softly,

"I'm going to mark you now." I blinked, the post-orgasmic haze clouding my mind and any coherent thoughts I had. He sweetly kissed my throat, his cold lips sliding down my searing flesh, cooling and soothing.

He reached the base of my throat and pressed his lips on the side of my neck, just above the juncture connecting my neck and shoulder. He kissed gently before opening his mouth and sucking hard over the spot.

I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side, my lips parting but no sound coming out. He sucked on my neck, swirling his tongue around the skin in his mouth.

My nerves began tingling again, stirring like embers from a dying fire. My hands came up to the back of my captor's neck, stroking the base of his skull and holding him to me.

After a few seconds, I felt a sharp stabbing pain that quickly subsided and was replaced by a different form of pleasure all together; one that didn't lead to a need for climax. He sucked a while longer, his tongue methodically swishing over the skin in his mouth.

He released and admired his work. Goosebumps fanned out from the area, the sudden cool prickling my over-sensitized nerve endings. He looked up at me, those intense predator eyes smoldering. He lifted his hand to my face, cupping my cheek and stroking his thumb over my soft skin. He whispered, gently,

"You're mine now." I blinked a few times, my eyes welling up with moisture from a mix of emotions; I was pretty sensitive and all the new experiences and crazy emotions was probably getting to me. In a trembly voice, I asked,

"Am I going to be like you now...?"

He kissed my forehead tenderly and spoke softly,

"No, darling. I don't want to Change you. Not yet, anyway."

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s u p e r n a t u r a l ( ii )

I opened my eyes to find myself standing inside the abandoned factory. It was quiet and everything had a shimmery, unreal feel to it. Sunlight filtered lazily into the decaying hallway through cracks in the boarded windows and dust motes floated around in the still air.

Blinking a bit in confusion, I took a small step forward. Dust puffed into the air around my shoes as a piece of discarded plywood flattened to the ground under my weight, grinding against the crumbling concrete.

What was I doing here...?

My gut twisted suddenly in panic, the hair on my nape standing on end as my heart rate picked up. Through the silence, that voice called my name sweetly; the sound seemed to swirl through the hallway.

My body moved automatically in reaction, my legs shifting as I started to run. There was no other sound as the voice grated through the corridor like steel on concrete. Terror coursed through me as my running slowed against my control.

I started moving in slow motion, like trying to move through molasses. The harder I tried to flee, the slower I became.

The peaceful, crumbling hallway had changed. It was dark now; the light was completely gone as tangible blackness closed around me. It enveloped my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as I tried to struggle.

The presence of the voice neared my ear, cold lips touching the lobe as it started to speak. A horrible wailing noise erupted from his mouth, jolting me into wakefulness.

A shock of electricity ran up my spine and I bolted upright, panting

hard and shaking in fear. With panic-induced movements, I tore the stifling blanket away from my face, finally taking in a deep breath of cool air as I reached back and slapped the 'off' button of my obnoxious alarm clock to silence the horrible noise.

Cold sweat dripped down my temples as the hairs on the back of my neck stood stiffly to attention. My heart continued to pound in my ears as I blinked a few times and looked around, sighing and sagging in relief as I realized I was in my dorm room.

The mattress creaked and a pillow fell to the floor as I shifted, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, laying my cheek on top of my right knee. After a while, my breathing started to slow and I didn't feel the cold sweat as much; my heart calmed as I listened to the familiar sounds of morning dorm life.

Pop music bounced through the hall, the lyrics and rhythm of the song clouded with the sound of a hair dryer or two and the slamming of doors as girls got ready and headed to class. I sighed, looking at the clothes strewn over the floor as I felt my body calming, the adrenaline filtering away.

Though I was left with an uneasy feeling, my dream was nearly forgotten as I slid up off my bed, getting to my sock-clad feet on the cold tile floor. After glancing at the clock and seeing the time, 8:33 am, I groaned in annoyance. I was going to be late for class!!

Quickly gathering my stuff for a shower and slipping on my old flip-flops, I hustled into the bathroom and nearly ran into another girl as she left the communal bathroom. I showered fast, not giving the water time to heat up and shivering under the cold stream as I scrubbed myself with soap and lathered my tangled, sleep-mussed hair with shampoo.

Hardly taking the time to properly dry off after I rinsed away the soap and hair product, I threw on my clothes for the day: patterned blue and teal tank and pair of jeans, and wrung out the water from my hair

as I hurried back to my dorm room and tossed the wet towel and nightclothes in a heap onto the floor.

Not bothering to look at my reflection, I roughly brushed my hair, cringing as I forced the bristles through the knots and speedily worked out the tangles in my hair. Tossing the brush onto my messy, blanket-strewn bed, I grabbed my back pack off my desk and stuffed the necessary books inside before zipping it shut and throwing it over my shoulders.

Slipping into my shoes, I grabbed my keys and hurried out the door without bothering to tie the loose laces. I ran all the way to class, cool morning air and sunlight brushed over my skin; my usual Chuck Taylors frantically slapped the sidewalk and my laces flopped about as I strode toward the sciences hall.

Swinging open the door and taking the stairs two at a time, I managed to get to the third floor and turn the corner to room 309 by 8:59. I panted hard, turned the heavy handle on the door, pulled it open, and walked quickly into the room.

The other students who had arrived on time stole glances at me, one of them even raising an incredulous eyebrow as I passed. Pulling out the chair and cringing as I squealed against the worn tile floor, I flopped into my normal seat beside my friend, Becky, and began pulling out my books.

It wasn't for a few moments that I realized she was staring at me. I raised my eyebrow and smoothed some stray hairs back into place self-consciously, squirming under her gaze and still panting a little.

"What...?" She looked at me wide-eyed for a few more seconds before leaning close and smirking a little, whispering,

"Somebody had a good time last night."

My brow furrowed and I looked at her, confused.

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"What do you mean...?"

Becky grinned and leaned over to retrieve her bag from the floor. She set it on the table top and took her compact out of her sparkly, over-stuffed, black purse. She opened it to me and held the mirror angled to my neck.

I gasped, my mouth falling open in disbelief. A large, deep, dark purple hickey marred my neck by my collarbone. Immediately, my cheeks flushed and I slapped a hand over the bruise, turning away from her and dropping my head to the table top.

As I tried to remember how the hell I had gotten such a mark, my brain started to buzz and a maddening humming sound rose in my ears. The sound of the professor's voice dulled and slowed as if traveling through syrup. The presence of the other students faded; even Becky was forced out of my reality as my brain went into overdrive and my focus shifted to the storm in my mind.

In the next few moments, all of the previous night's events came

rushing back to me... The factory, the chains, the man, the rape...
The hickey...

My face red and heart pounding with shame, I got up and left the class, stepping outside into the hall. The professor continued teaching, but I felt a few pairs of eyes follow me as I strode up the aisle between the tables.

The heavy wooden door clanged shut behind me and I leaned my back against the wall just around the corner, sliding down until I was sitting. Hugging my knees to my chest, I didn't really fight the urge to make myself small on the dusty floor.

I wanted to cry as all the memories from last night exploded back into my memory and spun me into a whirlwind of emotions. He had taken my first kiss... He had taken my virginity... He had even left me

with a huge-ass hickey as a brand of shame...

I shivered, rubbing my palms over my upper arms to calm myself. I wasn't going back into sociology class today... I was too embarrassed by my sloppy appearance and I didn't want anyone asking questions when they saw the tears on my face. I probably wouldn't do well in my other classes, either. Not today, at least...

After a while, I pulled out my laptop and emailed the rest of my teachers for the day that I would not be coming to class. I was 'sick,' I claimed... It was half true, I felt like I was going to vomit.

Closing the lid and neatly packing it back into the bag, I pulled the heavy back pack into my lap and hugged it. I rested my chin on it, the rough and durable fabric of the bag felt a little comforting, as well as the weight of it in my lap.

After a few quiet minutes passed in the empty hallway, I finally got tired of having a pity party on the floor and stood up, throwing my back pack over my right shoulder. Turning on my heal and heading toward the stairs, I began skulking back to my dorm room.

The nice thing about the Science's hall was that it was lit mostly by sunlight; warm sun rays beamed over me as I descended the stairs. Exiting the building, a cool breeze swept over me as I chose the shortest path to the dorms.

I looked down at the sidewalk whenever a stray student passed; there were still tears brimming in my eyes and blurring my vision. My hair fell over the hickey, hopefully covering the dark bruise with a curtain of still-damp red locks.

The initial shock and hurt began to fade, then slowly turned to anger and resentment. I couldn't believe I let him touch me, let alone...

Nevermind. I seethed inwardly, especially when I realized I was sore between my legs.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my eyes narrowing as I felt helplessly angry. What the hell was I supposed to do now!? I couldn't tell anyone, nobody would believe me. I had showered too; my clothes from last night had also been destroyed and apparently didn't make it back to my dorm with me, so there wasn't even any evidence left to file a police report.

I heard someone walking behind me and I sped up, my eyes tearing up from frustration and defeat. I wasn't about to let someone see me cry like a little girl. The steps on the pavement behind me sped up to match my pace and I felt a cold hand come to rest on my shoulder.

My heart leapt in my chest with fright- it was him! The sole of my shoe ground on the pavement as I spun around, fist primed to break his jaw, but I stopped dead in my tracks.

It was Becky, my friend.

I let out a sigh of relief as I saw her soft brown eyes and her concerned expression, her skin a comforting mocha color rather than deathly pale. She stepped closer and spoke softly,

"Girl, what happened? It's not like you to leave class like that..." She pulled her hand off my shoulder and I stepped forward, hugging her. Her soft and curly hair brushed my cheek and her soft perfume helped soothe me.

Becky was my dear friend; she was always honest with me and caring, sometimes reminding me of a mother hen taking care of her chicks. A little surprised, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back. I laid my cheek on her shoulder, murmuring,

"I don't know... I feel strange..." I felt bad for lying, but how are you supposed to tell someone you were bleeped by a vampire in an abandoned factory? She patted my back.

"Are you gonna be in class today or do you need me to pick up your

homework?" Becky knew better than to pry, just hugging me back and helping me calm down.

"Would you pick it up for me please? I'm not feeling well... I think I'm going to go lie down." Stray hairs tickled my face, the cool breeze stirring them into life as I looked down again. Becky was silent for a moment, before she made a little 'mhm' and began fishing around in her purse again.

"Here... If you're gonna get busy again you should keep some of these around." She held her hand out, a sample bottle of 'morning after' and a few Tylenol tablets in her hand. I rolled my eyes, holding out my hand as she deposited the pills into my palm. She grinned, pointing at the hickey.

"Next time girly, tell him to leave one in a less obvious place." With that, she shouldered her purse and turned on her heel. With a wave, she began walking back toward the main campus. I couldn't help a small smile as I began walking back to my dorm.

A few minutes later, I padded down the hall toward my dorm room, the smell of heavy perfume and microwave popcorn coating the brick walls and tiles floors. Nobody else was around in the hallway; not even the custodian, who had finished cleaning the bathroom while everyone was in class.

The strong smell of cleaning solution cut through the regular smell of the hallway; my dorm room was right across from the bathroom.

The rubber soles of my shoes squeaked on the drab tile of the floor as I half turned, stopping in front of my door, pulling my lanyard out of my pocket, I held up the brass key to my room and lined it up with the keyhole in the heavy old handle of the door.

As I tried sliding the key into it, the heavy wooden slab slid open on silent hinges. I guess my roommate had gotten here first.

As I stepped inside, something immediately felt wrong, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A sort of cold chill whooshed past me, raising goosebumps in its wake as the door closed and locked behind me, seconds before I heard that terrifying voice...

"Hello, pet."

My feet seemed to freeze to the floor, my blood hardening into ice in my veins. There he sat, right on my bed as if he belonged in my dorm room. He smiled calmly at me, irises a deep, bloody crimson.

The asshole was even leaning back a bit, his DC's kicked off his feet under my bed. He looked extremely casual and laid back, wearing a tight, long-sleeved, black T-shirt with grey swirling smoke patterns stained into the fabric. His jeans were ripped over one knee; probably an old, favorite pair.

Just as quickly as it had come, the fear evaporated and was replaced by the growing anger and resentment brewing in the pit of my stomach. I stepped forward, muscles tensing as the rage and hurt grew. The man simply raised an eyebrow as I began to speak in a low, angry tone.

"Who the hell do you think you are, prancing around and taking what you want!? You make sick!"

The bed creaked and I heard fabric scuff the floor; the next thing I knew, he had crossed the room in a trice, his hand was around my throat, and he pinned me roughly to the wall as his hips locked over mine.

His inhumanly cold hand rested on the base of my throat, making sure I couldn't look away from him. Those eyes borred into mine and he leaned down, kissing me hard and hungrily.

My racing mind halted, freezing up and going blank again as my

eyelids fluttered closed. I didn't realize I was so tensed up until I started to relax, sighing softly through my nose. Even though his lips were cold... They were soft and comforting.

He chuckled quietly and pulled away, his hand moving from my throat to my cheek, the contact becoming more tender rather than dominating.

"I came because I was worried about you, darling. I do take care of my pet, you know..." Pulling away from the wall, he pulled me into him and laid his cheek on my forehead. Though I really didn't want to be so close to him...

He smelled really good and his body felt nice and solid against mine. Still, I was totally unsure what the hell to do, so I just stood there stiffly and awkwardly. It wasn't long before I decided to voice a question I had been pondering for quite some time. Speaking softly, I attempted to look up into his face.

"I don't even... Know your name..."

He nodded, stroking my hair through his fingers in a strangely intimate gesture as he met my gaze.

"I'm sorry... I never told you, did I? My name is Kaleb." With a nod, I lowered my gaze from his intense eyes; even when he was relaxed, they sent shivers down my spine.

I hadn't yet decided if they were from fear or something else; the second option was firmly shoved out of consideration.

My cheek nestled into his cool, firm chest and I almost laughed at how... Casual... This was. Him hugging me and stroking my hair like we were a couple. My anger quickly bubbled up again; I would be damned if I would let him win submittance from me so easily.

I began struggling in his grip, putting my hands flat against his chest and trying to push him back, attempting to break the relaxed yet unbreakable embrace of his arms around me. Kaleb really didn't budge much, but it made me feel like I was accomplishing something. He looked down at me, raising an eyebrow at my fruitless struggles.


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"Mm pet doesn't like my hugs?" I glared up at him, frowning. I was sure my face was becoming flushed with irritation, because my cheeks felt hot from the rage I felt. My reply was much louder and contained a bit more venom,

"I'm not your fucking pet!"

The vampire snorted in dismissal, his fingers threading more roughly into my hair and tangling into a tight grip on the base of my skull. Kaleb tilted my head back to look him in the face, some strands of silky black hair almost hanging over his dangerous eyes. His lips drew steadily closer to my ear as he spoke, the chill of his breath raising goosebumps over my flesh again.

"Yes you are, my girl. You said so yourself when you were screaming for me to Bleep you." My cheeks grew even hotter at the memory, an involuntary shiver coursing down my spine and a tingling beginning to grow in the apex between my legs.

I bit my lower lip, swallowing hard and looking back up at him. Those rich, crimson eyes looked back down at me, fully capturing my gaze as a small smile spreading over his lips.

"Mmm you remember now, don't you, pet? Remember how I felt inside you... How it felt to finally let go and submit to me..."

Kaleb's inhumanly cold hand began stroking down my side as he spoke, his fingertips caressing my thigh and leaving goosebumps in their wake while the other stayed firmly knotted in my hair. His fingertips traced down the side seam of my shirt and onto my hip.

They continued toward the inside of my thigh, wasting no time in sliding up and into my jeans. He gently hooked his index finger into my panties and tugged them to the side with ease to expose my sex.

Chills ran down my spine yet again and my temperature rose in a mix of terror and excitement that was starting to become familiar. I shut my eyes tight, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to hinder his hand from searching any further. My voice was a small squeak when I spoke,

"Please... Please don't..."

There was a silence for a few seconds before his hand withdrew from my pants. Kaleb's grip on the base of my skull relaxed and he combed his fingers through my hair, untangling them.after freeing up his hand, he wrapped that arm around my waist and pulled me closer, gently and lovingly.

Opening my eyes, I saw his expression soften a bit before he lowered his face to mine and kissed me again, deeply. My heart stuttered in my chest and my knees went weak, trembling just a bit.

His other arm slid beneath my knees, pulling me up and laying me on my messy bed. The vampire climbed in with me, curling his body against mine and stroking my cheek as he pulled me tight against him.

My scorching skin nestled against his chilled flesh. It was oddly intimate, but at the same time I couldn't have moved away if I wanted to. I was being cuddled... And dominated...

"Why are you fighting me, pet?" He murmured quietly against my neck, nuzzling my pulse and brushing his lips over my earlobe. I closed my eyes, sighing softly and forcing myself to relax as I replied,

"Because I don't know... What to think of you..." He began kissing

down the side of my neck, his fang tips tickling my sensitive skin. His hands caressed my sides, brushing over my skin and sliding up underneath my tank top. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest and my nerves tingling.

"You're mine, darling. Your body knows it. You just need to accept it..." Kaleb whispered against my neck, his right hand caressing over the soft skin of my stomach and his left caressing my thigh outside of my skinny jeans.

I wanted to give in... What he said was true, but a stubborn, niggling part of my brain wasn't about to just submit to someone who was still more or less a stranger to me.

He nibbled on my collarbone, biting softly and scraping his sharp canines gently over my flesh. Goosebumps prickled over my skin, which was becoming more sensitive as he continued to tease it. The sound of his voice, close to my ear, back in the abandoned factory floated back into my memory,

'I could kill you now if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink your life away...'

Kaleb's hand slid over my bra and he squeezed my left breast, his cold wrist pressed against my flesh over my racing heart. He was making it so hard to focus...

Why did he have to be so sexy...? The monster holding me to him was ruthless and willing to selfishly rape a girl because... What was his excuse... 'Because your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled.'

His left hand pressed against the apex between my legs, his palm rubbing against the seam of my jeans and pressing it against my clit, using the texture of the fabric to tease me and make me more sensitive.

My eyelids fluttered shut and I must've moaned because he sighed against my nape and began kissing harder, his tongue darting out occasionally and swirling over my searing flesh. My skin was becoming sensitive enough that when a lock of hair shifted off my shoulder, I thought I felt each individual hair gliding lightly over my neck.

I quickly began to forget why I ever wanted to fight this... It was so good... I didn't have any experience with sex, but I'd never known someone could totally just... Take over your own body...

My bra slid up beneath my tank and I felt him tug gently on my nipple, rubbing it and rolling the sensitive peak as he pressed on my breast. As he continued, my brain was becoming foggier as the wonderful, pleasurable sensations became my focus.

There was something... I wasn't... Supposed to do... Something I told myself... Not to feel around him... Some way I was supposed to act... Or not let him have...What was it...?

My jeans were now unbuttoned and the fly unzipped, his hand slipping into my panties and his fingertips sliding into my folds, using just the right amount of pressure in just the right places.

Bleep it. Whatever it was, Bleep it... It was too good...

I realized I had been making soft mewling sounds from his touches and moving my hips in time with his hand. My eyelids fluttered open and his tongue curled around my earlobe, drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently before he murmured into my ear,

"Close your eyes, pet... I love the sounds you're making..." Without a second thought, my eyes closed again and I tipped my head back, laying it on his shoulder and turning my face so my forehead nestled into his neck, just beneath his jawline. His lips pressed against my temple and I felt him smiling against my skin.

"Baby girl you're doing so well..."

Kaleb slipped a finger inside me and I arched my back a little, spreading my thighs and lifting my hips, inviting him in. His palm rubbed against my clit, his finger inside me quickly finding that sweet, explosive spot and rubbing at a maddening pace.

Soft whimpering sounds poured out of my lips as I started panting, my mind blank as I gave in completely.

I half-expected him to make some comment, but he stayed quiet and kept playing with me. His right hand kneaded my breasts, rolling and tugging on my nipples occasionally. Kaleb's hips pressed against my ass and I felt the hard bulge in his pants pressing against the back of my thigh. He began grinding on me, matching to my rhythm.

It was insane; almost like we were dancing, like sex with our clothes on. The other girls in the dorms talked about sex, but nothing like this...

Suddenly, the amazing sensation withdrew as Kaleb pulled his finger out of me and moved his hand away from my sex. I groaned softly in disappointment, goosebumps rising along my hip as his chilled hand caressed over it. I felt the moisture on his fingers as he rubbed over my skin, leaving a wet trail across my hip.

The vampire hooked his thumb into my jeans, tugging them down slowly. My nerves had become so sensitive that I thought I could feel every thread in the fabric as it slid down my thighs, over my knees, and slipped off my calves and onto the floor.

My panties were next, and he removed them with the same, deliberate slowness, teasing me. As my panties joined my jeans and the other rumpled clothes on the floor, the hand on my breasts stilled and withdrew, caressing over my stomach instead.

This was different than before... More couple-y. My heart began

beating harder, my nerves on fire.

Kaleb murmured in my ear again,

"Turn around, pet." Nodding quietly, I lifted up on my elbow and turned, settling in to face him. His hands settled on both sides of my hips and he pulled me on top of him, hands sliding over my ass and down the backs of my thighs.

He pulled my knees up, making my hips press harder against him. My palms rested flat on his chest, my nails grazing gently over the fabric of his shirt. I looked down at him, biting my lower lip and still feeling fuzzy-minded. He leaned up, kissing my flushed cheek,

"I'm going to take you again, pet." He murmured in my ear, speaking in a gentle but authoritative voice. My heart began racing, the need for more stimulation becoming greater as I felt the warm bulge in his pants pressing against my clit.

Almost as if sensing my thoughts, he grabbed my ass again, pushing my hips down on his and making me grind. His erection rubbed and pressed against my clit through his jeans, drawing a moan from me and sending shivers up my spine.

He cursed under his breath, kissing along my neck and almost devouring my skin. His fingertips dug into my skin as he gripped my hips roughly, squeezing them.

"I'm going to fill that tight pussy of yours. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for me to let you cum."

I squeaked a little in surprise as he flipped me over, pressing my chest into the mattress. My mind began to clear as I felt a little afraid and I looked back at him with wide eyes.

His movements were fluid and almost predator-like as he undid his jeans and pulled them off, his gaze riveted to my ass. His jeans

joined mine on the floor gone, his boxers rapidly joining them as he swiftly pulled them off.

Kaleb pressed his length against me from behind, the warm shaft of his cock nestling between my thighs. His crimson eyes flickered toward my face and caught my eye, the lustful expression on his face making me feel uneasy. I didn't dare move as he leaned down, stroking my spine gently and nuzzling my cheek.

"I won't ever give you more than you can handle." His cold hands rubbed my back and sides as he slid into me, slowly. I felt every inch of his cock, his shaft nearly forcing itself through my tight walls. I gasped a little, closing my eyes and spreading my knees.

Kaleb stayed quiet, the only indication of his pleasure evident as his grip tightened on me while he continued slowly pushing deeper inside me.

He felt... So good...

I couldn't stop a moan, my eyes closing as my head tilted back onto his shoulder. My arms and legs were shaky, trembling from both the pleasure and the growing unease in my gut. Kaleb grunted behind me, pushing in almost halfway before pulling back out and steadily rocking in deeper with experienced and smooth movements.

"Maria... You're so... Damn tight..." He leaned down, kissing along the back of my shoulder as he began slowly and steadily thrusting in and out. I bit down on my lip a bit too hard by accident, the sting seeming to snap a little sense into me.

Wait...

Wait a second...!!

What the hell was I doing!?

I half-turned, looking back up at him with wide eyes, probably looking something like a terrified mouse trapped under the claws of a cat. My cheeks flushed with shame. He gazed back at me, a slow smile spreading over his lips.

"Oh, pet... You don't know what that look does to me..." My cheeks flushed more as he cupped my chin, keeping my face in place as he studied me.

"Mmmm... That scared look... Those bright red cheeks..." My stomach turned as my mind finally began to clear. How could I have just brushed aside the fact that only yesterday he had taken my virginity against my will!? I spoke out of anger,

"Stop touching me! Leave me alone!!" Pulling my hips forward, his cock slid out of me with a muted, wet, sucking sound. My cheeks flushed a little harder as I tried to move quickly; I expected him to grab me and force me again.

I scuttled out from under him, pressing my thighs tightly together and grabbing a blanket, hugging it to me to cover my unclothedness from his intense eyes. I looked back at him with a mixture of disgust, fear, and sadness, becoming afraid of what he would do next.

The vampire's crimson eyes seemed to darken as he stared back at me, his pale, perfect face completely unamused as he sat back on his heels, making the bed creak in the process. His hands darted forward and he grabbed my wrists, pulling me roughly against him.

I was left startled and not exactly sure what to do, as well as without cover because the blanket had slid off of me and collapsed to the floor. Altering his grip so he held both wrists in one hand, his other hand caressed my cheek with icy softness. He spoke softly, but there was no yield to his voice,

"I know I cannot force you to submit... But I will leave you with no other option."


Kaleb let go of my cheek, reaching past me and grabbing the end of my pillow. With a yank, the soft case came free and he immediately tied the fabric tightly around my wrists. I struggled, pulling in his grip and protesting weakly,

"Please...!! Don't...!! I'll be good...!" His movements became less intense as he finished, my wrists bound and hooked on my headboard. My arms stretched above my head just like they had the previous night, though the chains and splintery table was exchanged for a twin bed and pillow case.

The vampire paused and looked at me, the somewhat gentle expression came over his face again. His eyes left mine before he leaned down over the edge of the bed, his hand searching for something. I cringed, turning my face toward a bunched-up corner of my comforter and trying to hide my expression.

Why had I let this go so far...? Why had I given in so quickly...?

Why did I feel like giving in so badly...?

The bed shifted and I felt the air chill a bit; he must be leaning over me. A half second after I felt his hand brush between my thighs, my eyes popped open as I felt something cool and smooth slip inside me. Judging by the feel...

It was 'U' shaped and fitted snuggly, both in and out of me. One end of the 'U' fitted snuggly around my clit, seeming to mold around it, while the other pressed along the frontal wall inside of my tunnel.

I blinked in confusion, turning my gaze and lifting my head to look down between my legs. I saw just a bit of the object; it was a soft purple color and rather smooth. My heart rate began to pick up again and I started squirming with anxiety, making the bed creak beneath us.

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My eyes flitted up to his face, seeing Kaleb's calm expression. He sighed quietly, reaching down and brushing his cool fingertips across the apple of my cheek, pushing aside some stray hairs that had fallen over my eyes.

"Calm down... I'm not hurting you." My heart beat so hard in my chest I thought it was going to explode. I couldn't let this happen again!

I tugged harder at my tied wrists, hoping to loosen the knot in my pillow case and get free.

"Do you keep fighting me because you think it's wrong to give in? Like you think you're 'too easy?'" His lips brushed my temple and his fingertips caressed over my skin, nails grazing ever so gently and raising goosebumps over my burning flesh. My cheeks redden and I nod, hoping perhaps I could try talking him out of it.

"I own you... You were meant for this, meant to give in to me." Kaleb shifted a little, kissing along my pulse slowly and sweetly. A little anger flashed through me.

"You sure as hell do not "own" me! I never said yes to you. I don't want this...!" His lips pressed to mine, silencing my words to a muffled whimper as my eyes closed in reaction. It was the strangest thing...

Kisses seemed so simple when you thought of it, but his kisses were so... Complex. This one felt firm and commanding, like a father restoring order between his squabbling children. My thoughts turned to mush once more and I relaxed, my mind calming...

For the moment, at least.

I felt him shift a little and he reached for something with his left hand. There was a muted 'click' and gentle buzzing sensations rippled through me. My brain realized that the 'U' shaped thing was causing

it.

So that's what that thing was... A intimacy gadget.

A small part of me felt sheepish for not recognizing it sooner.

My body started to relax from the pleasant vibrating, my cheeks flushing a little as I stilled underneath him. Kaleb's lips separated from mine and he pulled back, looking down at me. My eyes flickered open and my gaze settled on his face; I couldn't tell if he was angry or annoyed or upset...

His expression was blank as he stared down at me, his left hand moving slowly into my line of sight. He held a small, black, round object and he toyed with it a little. With a small smirk, he angled the object so I could see the front of it; it was a remote.

He circled his thumb over one of the two buttons, pressing it after a few moments. The buzzing became a little more intense and I sighed quietly, my hips squirming a bit. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and I closed my eyes.

Not a second later, I felt his cool hand on my jaw, tilting my face up to his. His voice followed soon after,

"Open your eyes and do not close them until I give you permission." Just like his expression, or lack of, his voice didn't betray what he was feeling. It made me a little nervous, honestly...

Not knowing the mood of someone who could easily harm you if they wanted was a pretty persuasive method in getting the desired behavior.

My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me.

The vampire's eyes were strangely beautiful... Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson. Clear and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little.

Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quick there was a good chance I'd just imagined it.

Through the next several seconds, it became increasingly hard to keep my eyes open as the vibrations buzzed through me. My heart rate picked up, I began breathing a little harder. A soft moan escaped my lips and I started to close my eyes and tilt my face away from his.

A sharp slap on the ass drew my attention real quick back to him. I groaned unintentionally, surprised that the sting quickly felt good.

"Kaleb...!" My voice was small and I trembled a little, panting quietly as the toy pushed me perilously close to climax. I swear I saw something mischievous in his eyes a split second before the vibrations completely stopped. I was left with no stimulation of any kind and I was so close...

Finally, what he said earlier made perfect sense.

'I know I cannot force you to submit... But I will leave you with no other option.' My eyes widened a little and I finally understood. He was going to torture me with pleasure. The vampire's eyes sparked again and he allowed a small amused smile.

"You should never try playing poker. You will lose every time... Your eyes are so expressive, I can almost read you like a book." My cheeks flushed from the statement and I frowned.

The tingling and needy feeling between my legs starting to fade. I

don't care how long he was going to do this. There was a stubborn need I had to satisfy, I couldn't just lay down and take it... Could I?

Even though that idea sounded oh, so incredibly tempting...

I blinked and inwardly steeled myself; Kaleb's reaction was immediate. The vibration started up again and I gasped, shivering a little.

I could feel moisture dribbling down my ass and getting into my bed sheets, my cheeks heating up. I started to close my eyes again and I felt another sharp sting, this time on the other side of my ass.

The staring contest continued as I started getting closer to climax again, my knees turning to jelly and my breath quickening. I thought perhaps this time I would catch a break and come quickly before he stopped the buzzing, but just as I teetered on the edge, the vibrations cut off again.

I groaned in frustration; how long was he going to keep going??

He leaned down and murmured in my ear.

"As long as it takes... I have all day and all night. We can keep going until then, Maria. It's your choice." I bit my lower lip, panting lightly and squirming, trying to rub my thighs together, trying to grind, anything. I was so close...

Kaleb gripped my knees and held them apart just enough so that I couldn't squirm. I was starting to get desperate.

I felt tears well up as I looked at him pleadingly, my whole body tensed and restless. He'd only denied me climax twice in a row and I was a mess.

He sighed and kept his grip on me, looking me in the eye and keeping that same expressionless face.


"You don't have to torture yourself like this. You know what you need and your body is screaming for it." He leaned close to my ear, the ends of his long hair tickling my cheek. "Just give in, pet..."

I looked back at him, almost trying to tell him just exactly why I couldn't simply 'give in' with my eyes. A few seconds passed and his shoulders seemed to sag a little. Kaleb set the remote down on the bed and he cupped my cheek, the more compassionate look coming back to his face.

"Maria... What is it that you want to hold on to so badly? I need to know."

That stubborn streak came back and I briefly thought about completely shutting down and not answering... I quickly realized, however, just how foolish that would be. I took a shaky breath, the aching between my legs starting to fade again.

"Because you never asked me what I wanted. You just assumed... You just... Took." My cheeks flushed again and I looked over at the inside of my arm, not wanting to look at him. Kaleb's fingertips pressed against my jaw and he turned my face back to his.

His face was still and expressionless, but looking at his eyes told a different story. There was a lot going on in his mind. An awkward silence hung in the air for a while before I spoke again, not sure what his reaction would be.

"I don't... Well... I didn't want this, Kaleb. I can't just 'give in' because you took something valuable from me and you didn't seem to care how that would affect me... Today you came into my damn dorm room and just... Came on to me again... Without asking what I wanted..."

Kaleb continued staring down at me, going inhumanly still again. Several seconds passed, the only sound of my heart beating hard

and my soft breathing breaking the silence.

His intent stare was pretty unnerving and I couldn't help but feel like I was wrong in what I said. I was about to look away and start tugging at my tied wrists again when he caressed my cheek, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. He spoke quietly.

"Oh Maria... Why can't you understand that your body is mine?" My cheeks reddened, my heart beating harder from indignation. He continued, his voice gradually getting harder. It was clear that I had angered him,

"You gave it to me when you decided to explore that factory and came into my domain. You gave it to me when you screamed my name and came all over my cock. You know as well as I do that you want this."

His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing; it was more if a dominant gesture. He leaned down, murmuring in my ear, "You are mine. The sooner you realize that, the more your situation will improve."

Not a moment later, I heard the remote click and the toy began vibrating full speed again. My cheeks redden more and I moan quietly, biting my lower lip and pulling at my wrists. Kaleb stared down at me, his crimson eyes glowing a little.

By the time the cycle had repeated five times, I was so sensitive the vibrations almost hurt; I felt empty inside, like I needed him deep within me to soothe the aching need. There was a puddle forming under my ass from my juices as they dripped out of me. My ass was nearly bruised because I had tried to shut my eyes too many times... I couldn't take it anymore.

Kaleb raised the hand with the remote as he shut the vibrations off. My eyes were a little watery as I looked up at him, shaking and nearly panting with need. He raised an eyebrow, looking down at me.

I licked my lips, speaking quietly,

"I can't... Take any more... Please..." A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stared down at me, making me feel small and a little childish.

"Tell me what you need, pet." The vampire leaned down, pressing kisses over my forehead and down my temple. My flesh was blazing to the touch and the coolness of his skin was a small comfort. My cheeks stayed heated as I slowly started to say the words that I'd shoved back for the last hour.

"Please... I need you to..." I hesitated, wanting to fight it but wanting to give in more than anything. He looked down at me seriously.

"If you don't ask, it won't happen and we will continue this cycle..." I squeezed my eyes shut tight and received a sharp slap on the ass. I gasped and quickly said the rest.

"I need you to Bleep me...! Please..." After a second, I tagged something on the end, hoping to maybe make him less annoyed,

"... Sir."

A small smile spread over his lips and the vibrations started up again. I started to panic, thinking he was going to keep teasing me. I started to protest, looking up at him pleadingly. He smiled down at me, one of his hands reaching down and out of my sight line.

I felt his tip pressing to my entrance a second before he slid deep inside of me. I came hard, finally just getting enough stimulation as I felt myself stretching.

"You may close your eyes." My eyes closed gratefully and my head tipped back, my spine arching and toes curling as the best orgasm I'd ever had washed over me. I faintly heard him groaning deep in his throat,

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"God, Maria... You're so... Tight..." My spine stayed arched, a long and shuddering moan pouring out of me. He gripped my hips, changing the angle before he began thrusting in and out of me; the combination of how much he filled me and the vibrations dragged the orgasm on for what felt like forever.

My heart hammered in my chest, my nerves on fire and my skin scorching, a thin layer of sweat coating my flesh. It was almost too much; I writhed beneath him, my head straining back into the pillow as my eyes rolled up in my skull beneath my closed eyelids

Kaleb kept moving slowly inside of me, rhythmically working his length deeper and stroking his tip over the vibrating end of the toy, resting against that explosive bundle of nerves inside me.

My body was going limp as I started to come down from the climax; there wasn't any fight left in me. I couldn't form thoughts anymore. Slowly opening my streaming eyes, I realized he had been watching my expression as he kept moving within me.

He smiled, some of his long hair falling in his eyes as he reached down, pulling the toy out of me and setting it down somewhere outside my field of vision. I gasped, still feeling the echoes of the vibration in my nerves.

His hand was there next, his fingertip rubbing around the sensitive little bud but not actually touching it. I was glad... If he tried rubbing on my clit, I may have screamed. Smiling, Kaleb looked down at me and kissed my forehead tenderly, planting little, soothing kisses over my temple and just beneath my ear as his hips continued the steady pace.

His breath puffed against my skin like light kisses as he murmured, "I'm not sure you should scream, pet. Other girls down the hall will hear you. Do you want them to know how good I'm making you feel?"


My cheeks reddened more and my lips parted as if to retort. I hadn't thought about that... I couldn't let them hear; if the girls heard me they would label me as a slut. As he spoke again, I heard the grin in his voice.

"But maybe you should let them know... Let them know you are mine. Let them know how good it is when you give in to me." He kept talking, murmuring dirty things like that in my ear. I didn't think it was possible, but I got turned on again from his words.

My body reacted to his deep voice and his touch and I moaned quietly, my cheeks blazing red. He nibbled on my earlobe, flicking the tip of his tongue over my skin before continuing.

He told me how good I felt and how proud he was of me that I gave in 'like a good pet.' His hands gripped my hips, pulling them back into his thrusts as he began to get rougher.

He made me come again, the pillow case stretching and the stitching creaking a bit in protest as I tugged on my wrists, my spine arching and curving my body into his, my knees spreading, my hips twitching against his.

I moaned his name, panting and writhing a little beneath him as he continued, his thrusts continuing to pick up speed. Kaleb moved one hand to the back of my thigh on my right leg, just below my knee, and pushed my leg up toward my chest.

I couldn't fight him if I'd wanted; my limbs felt like they wouldn't obey me anymore as I completely gave in. He thrust quickly, his head rubbing harder and faster on that sweet spot, hitting it harder and more thoroughly in the position.

Mewling noises poured from my mouth as I panted and trembled under him, hoping to God the girls next door didn't hear me. I opened my eyes a little, breathing hard and looking up into his eyes,

almost begging him to stop as I felt another orgasm building up.

Looking down at me, a little sweat beaded on his temples; he panted quietly and claimed my lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. His cock twitched inside me and I moaned against him, shaking a bit and tugging at my tied wrists.

His hands held my leg firmly in place as he thrust quickly, a few more times, before burying his length inside me and erupting. I shook, climaxing again from the sensation of my trembling inner walls expanding, trying to keep in his seed.

He kept kissing me as he emptied out, nibbling my lip occasionally and using gentle but firm kisses. His cool hands left my leg and hip, letting my lower body relax. They slid up my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as the lovingly caressed my hot, sweat-slicked skin.

He panted quietly, kissing my neck beneath my ear and purring against my hairline, "You've pleased me today, pet." I closed my eyes, turning my head a little and pressing my cheek to his forehead; I didn't think I could talk anymore. I was starting to feel sore already... Raw and a bit overused.

He smiled, kissing my temple as he reached up with one arm. I felt him tugging at the fabric as the pillow case loosened from my wrists, losing all its tension as he untied it. I didn't move my tired limbs after they had been freed.

I just... Laid there, nestled in the rumpled comforter and pillows as he lay on top of me, still inside of me. I stayed limp, completely exhausted and with an empty mind after getting thoroughly bleeped.

Kaleb stroked my cheek, supporting some of his weight on his elbows as he kept me nestled beneath him. There was silence for a bit, before he kissed the dark hickey in the crook of my neck and smiled, speaking quietly. "You're going home with me tonight, pet."

c o n s e n s u a l



The old white Mazda sputtered and stalled.

"Shit!" The black maned driver said as she coasted to the shoulder of the road.

Once stopped, she tried the ignition again. The starter whined, but nothing fired.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She said again, beating on the steering wheel with each word to emphasize her aggravation.

Her green eyes tried to well up.

"Bleep you, I ain't cryin'," She thought to herself instead, "Not tonight I ain't."

Tonight was Lucky's 21st birthday. It was a sort of inside joke.

Everyone called her Lucky, because she wasn't.

And tonight was no exception.

She'd begun the evening out with her girlfriends for a good time, she'd been away from home for months and wanted to cut loose a little before meeting up with her boyfriend for a little private celebration later tonight.

But her girlfriends insisted they visit a hot new bar, none of them had tried out yet, and there he was, locked up with some red headed tart she'd never seen before.

Without a word she had turned and walked out of the bar, gotten into

her car and taken off, leaving everyone standing asking what was going on.

A few miles down the road he'd tried to call, she took one look at her cell phone, reading his name in the little blue screen and staring at it for a second before tossing the phone out the window, gearing down and flooring the old Mazda for all she was worth.

That was an hour and about 40 miles ago.

Now she was stuck on the side of a dark two-lane road she barely knew, with no phone and a dead car.

Her headlights shone on a homemade plywood sign that read "Bryce's Bike Shop" with a phone number, and an arrow pointing left and saying "About half a mile, that way!"

According to the sign, the shop was open late, but it didn't say how late or if "late" included Saturday's.

"Might as well give it a shot there Lucky, what else have you got to do tonight?" She thought as she exited the car.

She crossed the road she absently mindedly hit the remote fob on her keys to lock her car.

As she did, the locks went down, and the windows and sunroof opened.

"Bleep it, let'em steal it," She said as she began walking.

As she walked, she noticed the breeze picking up. It was blowing hard enough that she had to take several steps backward to keep enough fire in her lighter to raise a cherry on her cigarette.

As she took a long drag she felt a drop of water, cold and hard strike her cheek.


"Go ahead and rain on me to God damnit," She whispered.

Almost as in response to her dare she looked up into a sheet of pouring rain coming down the road toward her.

"Beautiful, just fuckin' beautiful."

Lucky thought about quickening her pace, but the rain was coming from the direction she was headed, so what was the point.

She could see the lights of the bike shop about 200 yards out, and one of the bay doors on the windward side of the rain was open.

"Finally, a good sign," She thought and did decide to step a little faster as the cold rain began to pelt her slim frame and soak her white silk shirt.

By the time she reached the bay door she was soaked and shivering.

Her green eyes shone like emeralds through her thick limp bangs, and her shirt and jeans clung to her body. She knew her small erect nipples would be highly visible poking through the thin white shirt, she also knew the lightweight mesh bra she was wearing would do little to subdue that, but she didn't give a damn.

She walked in through the open bay door and looked around. There appeared to just be one guy, a kid by the look of him, standing over by a tub of some kind, he hadn't been facing the bay as she walked up, and didn't seem to know she was there.

She tried to announce herself.

"Hey," she said but from this distance he couldn't hear her over the pounding of the rain on the shop's tin roof so she stepped closer finally yelling again once she was within a little less than five feet of

the guy.

"Can you help me?" She said louder than before, making him jump and drop whatever it was he was working with in the tub with a splash.

He turned around, white faced and Lucky could see his pulse throbbing in his neck.

"Jeesh, you scared the shit outta me!" he said.

Lucky looked him over, she was right, a kid, 18. But he was cute, and built.

"I'm sorry, my car broke down I'm just looking for some help."

"I'm the only one here right now," the boy said, "Billy, Bryce, this is his shop, he lets me stay late on weekends and work on my bike. I'm trying to get it running in time for.." and he trailed off as he realized she was watching him with a stern angry look on her face.

"Okay, junior, If we're going to have a conversation, I really need you to look me in the face, not the chest, think you can do that for me sweetie?" She said sounding much more angry than she was.

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