“Somebody stop her!” he shouted.
As the Countess sucked his cock, the blood began to ooze out from the sides of her mouth and to drip to the floor. The sight of it drove the roomful of people to a fever pitch of sexual excitement.
“SUCK IT!” they chanted like a mob gone crazy.
Loud, hungry, sucking sounds could be heard from the stage as the Countess drank greedily from the slave’s sex organ. The strange thing is that Stephen’s cock remained fully erect during the entire feasting. When the Countess reached the point to where she was momentarily satisfied, she removed her incisors from his flesh and stepped back, smacking her lips like a happy child who’s just had an ice cream cone. She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and watched as her saliva helped to seal the two puncture wounds on the young man’s erection.
“That was tasty,” she said, releasing his hard-on.
“I want some!” a man yelled from the bar.
“Get your own cock,” the Countess said. She uncoiled her bull whip and flicked the end flap into the air with blinding speed, creating a loud snapping sound that caused several people in the front to jump in their seats. “I’m not finished with this one by a long shot. The night is still young.”
“Whip him!” another person shouted from the far corner, where the restrooms were located. “I want to see some real blood!”
“Perhaps you’d like to take his place?”
The audience roared with laughter when the guy didn’t respond.
“That’s what I thought,” the Countess said with a smirk on her face. She snapped her bull whip into the air again. “Show time.”
The Countess turned Stephen’s body around so that his backside was now facing the crowd of ecstatic spectators, making a circling motion with her hand that encompassed his buttocks and back. She then stepped several feet to the side of the hanging body and stared blatantly at the audience.
“How many strokes before he starts begging for mercy?” she asked.
“Three!” a man near the front said.
“Five!” someone else yelled.
The Countess thought about the answers and then shook her head. “I think Stephen will last longer than five,” she said.
“No way!” a dominant transvestite shouted from the bar.
A young, handsome man with soft brown eyes smiled up at the Countess from the front row. He was wearing jeans, running shoes, a white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His hair was cut short, and he couldn’t have been more than twenty-one years of age, if that old. He had military written all over him.
“Ten,” he said.
Stepping close to the edge of the stage, the Countess looked down at him with acute interest, thinking to herself that he looked like a real heart breaker.
“What’s your name,” she asked.
“Jeffrey.”
“Are you a soldier?”
“Yes, ma-am,” he said.
“I like a man with manners.”
“It’s the southern way.”
“Would you like to make a bet, Jeffrey?”
“What do I get if I win?” he asked.
“You get to have fun with me tonight.”
“What happens if I lose?”
“You have to be my personal slave for the entire evening,” she said. “I’ll expect you to do whatever I say.”
“Sounds like a win-win situation to me.”
“It is,” she lied.
“Then you’re on.”
“I don’t think Stephen will beg for mercy till after twelve lashes,” the Countess said, walking back over to her willing victim. “Who wants to keep count?”
A local dominatrix sitting in the second row raised her hand.
The Countess moved around so that she could look at Stephen’s face. She squatted down beside him and said softly, “If you beg for mercy before the count of twelve, you won’t live to see the morning. Do you understand?”
“Yes…Countess,” he said hesitantly, hearing menace in her voice.
“I thought you would.”
Standing back up, she stepped away from Stephen and stretched out her whip along the wooden floor. The first stroke was so fast that hardly anyone saw it. There was simply the flick of her wrist and then a sharp cracking sound of leather against flesh, followed by the slave’s agonizing scream.
The lady down in the front counted a loud One!
The second and third and fourth strokes came in quick succession, the whip flying through the air like an angry black mamba striking at its prey. Blood began to fall from Stephen’s body as long strips of flesh magically appeared, hanging from his tortured bottom and muscular back. Members of audience began to count loudly with the lady in the second row, while others urged the Countess to stop playing around and to show them what a real whipping was like. She struck his buttocks three more times, then directed the end of the whip to his back again, really tearing into him and wanting him to feel the pain to the very core of his being.
Stephen continued to scream out in agony, but he didn’t beg for mercy. The crowd of onlookers was certainly impressed with the young man’s endurance as the whip tore his back apart with five well-placed strokes.
When the lady in the front shouted out the number twelve to everyone, the Countess stopped the whipping and stared down at Jeffrey like a cat watching an suspecting mouse.
“It looks like you belong to me tonight,” she said.
“Yes, it does,” he agreed, offering her a smile of delight.
The Countess went back to whipping Stephen. She moved the instrument of torture up and down his backside, drawing blood with each carefully placed stroke. The slave immediately began to beg for mercy, but no one paid the slightest attention to his whining. Everybody was more interested in seeing what the Countess could do with her fear-inducing bull whip.
They weren’t disappointed, either.
Many of the people in the audience were sexually aroused and close to having a mental orgasm from the excitement of the whipping. It was therefore understandable when a number of them emitted a sigh of frustration as the Countess ended the demonstration and motioned for Jeffrey to follow her to the rear of the lounge. As the two volunteers lowered the unconscious slave to the stage, she stepped down to the main floor and took a meandering course between the tables, leading her “slave for the night” to the Women’s Restroom. It seemed that either people were staring up at her in outright awe, or averting their eyes out some unconscious fear that was ingrained within their DNA for survival. The Countess moved past the empty table where her chauffeur was standing with the leather coat draped over his thick arm, making a slight hand gesture to him that meant he was to guard the restroom door while she and her slave were inside.
“Are we heading into the restroom?” Jeffrey said.
“Hush,” the Countess said, taking hold of his hand as she pushed open the door to the small dank room that smelled of dry urine and floor cleaner.
The Countess and Jeffrey entered the restroom and immediately saw a dominant leather-clad transvestite leaning against the dirty sink with his short skirt hiked up to his waist and his black pantyhose down around his ankles. A male submissive was kneeling before him, sucking the head of his erect penis like it was a cherry Popsicle. The transvestite was moaning with pleasure as the slave’s head bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm. As the Countess started to tell them to get out, the transvestite began to ejaculate inside the slave’s mouth, sending copious amounts of semen down his throat. The submissive swallowed diligently, wanting every drop of cum that was given to him.
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“Get out!” the Countess suddenly said.
The transvestite shifted his attention to her with widening eyes, surprised by the sound the unexpected voice in the restroom. When he saw the Countess standing beside the door, he quickly pulled his cock out of the slave’s mouth, accidentally shooting a long stream of cum across the submissive man’s unshaven face. Then, pulling his pantyhose quickly back up, the transvestite grabbed his cohort by the arm and led him out of the restroom like a fire alarm had just sounded.
The Countess saw Dimitri take a position by the door as the departing couple rushed out into the lounge area. She wasted no time in shoving Jeffrey across the room and into the tiny toilet stall. Leaving the stall door open, she ordered him to get down on his knees in front of the toilet and to place his head back on the lowered lid.
“Your wish is my command,” he said excitedly.
“We’ll see,” she said.
The Countess watched as he turned around so that his back was now facing the toilet. He then got down on his knees and leaned back, laying his head upon the plastic lid. The Countess lifted her dress up and straddled his face. Bracing her hands against the side walls of the toilet stall, she lowered her already wet pussy down to his grinning mouth and commanded him to eat her pussy. Jeffrey couldn’t believe how hard his own cock was as he stuck the tip of his tongue up between the lose foils of flesh that covered the opening of her musky womanhood.
“Lick it good,” she said.
Jeffrey felt the weight of her body crushing his face as he stimulated her clitoris with the flickering motions of his tongue. She began to gradually move her bottom back and forth, moaning softly to herself like the transvestite had been doing. As the waves of ecstasy grew in intensity, the sound from her voice grew louder and the speed of her hips increased. Jeffrey could barely breathe as he kept his focus on satisfying her. When the orgasm finally arrived, the Countess cried out in a fit of mind-numbing pleasure, grinding the vortex of her shaking body against his still-moving tongue. The orgasm was long and arduous, and Jeffrey came close to suffocating more than once as she rode his face to completion satisfaction, soaking his face with the juices from her body. In time the sensations slowly subsided and the Countess was able to pull herself back together. Lifting her cunt off of Jeffrey’s red face, she stared down at him and smiled.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “Are you thirsty?”
The poor boy was too busy breathing in air through his nose and mouth to realize the true meaning of her question. Since his mouth was dry, he thought she was talking about getting him a bottle of water.
“Yes, I am,” he said.
“Then open your mouth nice and wide,” the Countess said.
Jeffrey did as instructed and waited, wondering what she was up to. He found out a few seconds later as a heavy stream of warm urine gushed out of her and into his gaping mouth. The force of the flow was so strong that Jeffrey choked in a futile effort to swallow everything that entered his mouth. The Countess shifted the direction of her piss and hit him squarely on the face, laughing at his bewildered expression.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight,” she said.
When the last few drops of urine hit his nose, she got off of him and stood there staring down. Jeffrey then blinked his eyes in rapid succession as she suddenly reached down and picked him up like a small child, lifting him high into the air and slamming him hard against the back wall. He tried to struggle, but her grip was like a vise. She slammed Jeffrey against the wall a second and a third time, stunning him enough so that he stopped fighting. That was when she lowered him and then sank her incisors into the side of his neck. He let out a weak cry and then gradually grave in to the attack, feeling the life force swiftly draining from his battered body.
The Countess drank her fill of Jeffrey’s blood. When she was finally satiated, she dropped him to the floor and went to the restroom door. She opened it a crack and whispered for Dimitri to come inside.
“Take my little toy out the back door,” she said. “Put him in the trunk of the car. I’ll be out in a minute.”
She bent over and pulled out the wallet in Jeffrey’s back pocket. While Dimitri picked the man up like a sack of fertilizer and threw him over his shoulder, the Countess went through the wallet out of sheer curiosity. She found his military ID card and saw that his name was Jeffrey Pasco and that he was stationed at the Presidio. Searching through the inside pockets of the wallet, she discovered a picture of him with a somewhat older gentleman. They both favored each other, so she thought the man was probably his brother. What really caught her attention, however, were the cold black eyes of the older man in the picture.
They were the eyes of a killer.
She couldn’t help but wonder if the older man would be as easy to subdue as Jeffrey had been. Her instincts told her that he’d probably be a challenge. That was something the Countess always enjoyed. She kept the picture, but tossed the wallet into the trash can, thinking that she’d like to meet the man in the picture.
It was always a possibility.
Stranger things had happened in her long life.
Exiting the lounge through the back door that was located just outside the restroom, she stepped into the alley that ran out to O’Farrell Street. Her chauffeur was almost to the car with Jeffrey hanging over his shoulder. Once Dimitri got them home, she would have her fun and games with the soldier, then her chauffeur would dispose of the body in either the Bay, or at the city’s land. She would be on the lookout for the older man if by some chance he should come looking for his younger brother.
Yes, she’d definitely like to meet him one day and see who would come out on top.
The End
Haunted by Love
She glanced out across the ocean, looking eastward toward her love.
As she stared, with sightless eyes, the moon rose slowly in the darkening night. Millions of tiny holes penetrated the blackening skies,
She wondered where he was right now, and tears welled up inside her. Being too strong, too proud to let them flow, she held them back,
Each one making her heart grows ever harder.
“He left me,” she whispered softly onto the wandering night breeze, the sounds of the city behind were engulfed in that one, ever so seemingly loud sentence.
She remembered the past weeks, and the times they had spent, the fun, the total pleasure of their bodies being in contact. She remembered only too well the pleasure she had experienced,
As for the first time in her life, she had learned to make love.
“Nobody could take his place,” she thought mournfully, “from now on, I will remain alone.”
She sat there in silence till the sun started rising again, thinking and remembering him.
She realized she had tears running down her face, and the brisk breeze gave her a chill.
She got in her car and sat there for a minute thinking of how he uses to feel and smell when he was around. She got a chill that came over her and then this blast of heat rose up from deep inside her. Her face went flush and she took a deep breath as if to shake it away.
She drove home in silence not even the radio on. She just wanted to get home and crawl in her bed and sleep away the memories that seem to fill her every movement. She was trying to run away from the things he did to her before he left her. The way he made her feel and the last words he had said to her.
She finally arrived home, not a moment to soon as the tears began to fall again. She hurried into her house and ran to the bathroom, stripping off her sea-soaked clothes she jumped in the shower and scrunched down letting the hot spray wash over her body the way a waterfall glides down a mountain.
She finally just sank down till she was sitting and leaning against the tub walls. The cold empty feeling rising up in her again. She was miserable, she couldn’t figure out why he would just up and leave her after confessing his love to her.
She had remembered the night he left; she had him over to her house for a romantic night with dinner and a movie. She had planned everything perfect for them. She had been so excited all that day just waiting for her Love to come to her. To make her feel special and wanted.
Well, she thought to herself, He made me feel special all right and she gasped as she felt a cold breeze come across her, which made her nipples hard.
She just couldn’t take this anymore the feeling of loneliness after all the time they had spent together and then * bam * he was like a ghost that did not exist at all to her. She thought again back to the last night she had seen him nothing made sense to her. They were doing fine, no fights or arguments. The night went perfect just as she had planned, they had dinner and cleaned up the kitchen together just as they always did.
They snuggled and watched the movie he brought over and then retired into her bedroom.
Everything was perfect in her mind, no matter how many times she analyzed this. Nothing was wrong, he never once said or did anything out of the ordinary, In the 6 months they had been together, and He was always very loving and caring to her.
That night they had made love more passionate then ever. He had done things to her she never had happen before. He was so easy and considerate of her. Thinking about it now, she began to feel herself getting weak in the knees, God she thought how could this happen after all the pain she felt inside her, how could she still long for him, want him as much as she does.
In the back of her mind she heard his voice, whispering " I love you baby, always."
As she heard the tears began to fall again, and she felt this sudden rush of heat again. It rose up inside her. The water became hot and the bathroom steamy, as if someone turned on the hot water full blast. She blinked her eyes as if in disbelief. How could this be happening she thought? " What is going on with me", she whispered into the air.
The bathroom was all steamy and hazy from the water. She swore she saw a figure in the shadows; she decided she was tired and in much need of sleep since she had not slept in 3 weeks since he left her.
She attempted to get out of the tub, but her legs were heavy and she felt lightheaded. The effect from the steam and the hot water had over-powered her. She stood on weak legs and almost lost her balance when she felt someone or something steady her. She started shaking, as she did not know what was going on.
She managed to get out of the tub and in a daze she ended up in her bed, soaked and naked she fell sleep. In the middle of night she had awoken, to strange sounds coming from her room. She tried to turn on the lights but they would not light. She could barely see in front of her, there were a very faint glow illuminating from the outside streetlights and the moon’s glow.
In the distance she heard her name being called faintly, she was in a state of shock because it was his voice. She kept hearing " Alexandria “. It was getting closer, and more distinct. She was shaking each time she heard the breathy voice call out to her. The voice, his voice, sounded so sad, like something was wrong with him. Like he needed her but could not get there.
It has to be a dream she thought, as the tears rolled down her face. How could he need her when he left her so suddenly, so unexplained, when things were so perfect? She started to remember their last night together, how he looked, how he felt and it was more then she could take.
She tried to climb out of bed to get away from the voice, but she couldn’t, she was drawn to it. She needed him to come back to her. She was addicted to him and hated him for hurting her. For making her feel used, and worthless once again. She hated the way she felt, like she was losing herself in the dreams that she had of him, of the way things were before that fateful night.
She lay down, pulled the blankets over her head and closed her eyes tight, with hopes of shutting out the voice. She started to drift off to sleep again. Very restless she was, fighting the voices, the feelings she had. She tossed and turned until the morning.
The morning came way to quick for her, she looked out the window with her eyes half open, and she could see it was a dreary, rainy day. She sighed as she pulled herself from the bed.
When she looked back at it, she realized she had fought in her sleep as the blankets were in a shamble.
She forced herself to go take a shower, she needed one but after last nights occurrences in the bathroom, she was now frightened of being in there.
She quickly showered and got herself out of the bathroom in record time, with hopes she didn’t hear the voice or see the figure she had seen the night before.
Every time she heard a noise she jumped, and this was wearing on her quickly.
She dressed fast and left her house as soon as she could. She got in her car and drove. It was the only place she felt at peace.
She drove around with nowhere in mind to go, so she ended up at the beach again. She parked her car and got out and started walking as she always did to find peace. This was where she could try and put things into perspective, the actions of him. She needs to understand, to get over it so could attempt to be happy once again.
As she walked on the beach the overwhelming feeling of being watched came over her. She looked around but didn’t see anyone, suddenly this brisk freezing breeze floated over her. She got chills and feeling of loss and started to cry all over again.
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How she hated this, the unknowing feelings around her, was she losing her mind?
She walked on further till she just couldn’t get away from the breeze anymore; she sat down out of weariness and put her head in her hands. She was calling out to him, " Why. Oh why did you leave me like this?"
All of a sudden the breeze stopped, this warm feeling came over her as if someone wrapped her in up his arms. She snuggled into it, and heard her name once again. The voice was so loving and caring. It was so familiar. It was his voice, she was sure of it now.
She semi-smiled as she heard the voice that was calming to her all these months and then a pang of pain hit her as she remembered that he was gone from her life.
She listened carefully to the voice calling to her heart and soul; she heard not the same reassuring voice, but something sad and painful, as he called out " Alexandria."
In return she quietly and painfully said his name for the first time since he left her, “Allen.”
That was the hardest thing she ever did. To actually speak his name out in the open, it tore her heart out. The last time she had spoke his name was the night he left her house, She had said, " Allen, I love you with all my heart and soul."
That was the last thing she had ever said to him.
As she sat there, she felt as if someone were watching her every movement again, this feeling was beginning to make her lose control. She felt as if she was going mad. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Briefly, she thought maybe I would be better off dead, then alone and miserable.
As she thought that she heard someone scream out from the parking lot. She got up to look but the time she got there the lot was empty.
She noticed some sort of paper on her window, she walked over to her car and seen it was a newspaper dated 1 week ago.
She was confused, who would put a week old newspaper on her car, and even more puzzled she looked at the name of the paper.
It was a paper from awhile other state. It was a paper from Washington State. She lived in Florida.
This was so confusing to her….
She glanced over the front page, nothing really struck out at her, She seen the usual news stories you would see on a newspaper. She finally reached the bottom and it hit her like a ton of bricks falling off a skyscraper.
She was seeing stars, her head was spinning and the last thing she remembered was pure blackness.
Gripping the paper against her chest, she passed out cold on the road. She woke up in a hospital room; someone had found her lying in the road and brought her in. At first she didn’t know where she was, she looked around trying to get her wits. Once she realized where she was, she wondered how she got there.
She sat there for a few minutes, when someone came in the room; it seemed to be a nurse.
She asked how she got there, and the nurse said," Well, I honestly don’t know how you got here; you were in the ER waiting room. Alls you had with you was this," The nurse handed her the newspaper.
When she seen the paper she went as white as a ghost, it wasn’t just a dream, It was right there in black and white. She felt woozy and the nurse ran over to her and handed her some water.
She drank some and calmed down a little, she tried to focus on the newspaper but she just couldn’t yet. The pain was too much, she handed it back to nurse who set it on the table next to the bed.
She lay there for a while and tried to rest, the nurse had given her a sedative. She kept looking at the paper; Finally, she picked it up and gazed down at the picture she seen on the front page, the tears rolled down her face. She tried to focus but she was stuck on the picture staring back at her. Her heart was racing and the room was becoming black again, but she held steady to read the article along with the picture.
She slowly read the article under the picture. Tears dropped down her face as she read.
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NOVEMBER 6th, 2003, Marks the mysterious death of a young soldier. Found by soldiers returning to Fort Lewis, A young soldier lay dead among the gravel. At first glance, they hoped for the best. Glancing around incase of ambush they quickly send in a team to check the body. His face was gentle and calm with a few cuts and bruises as if he never suffered an ounce of pain. There seemed to be no tags or identification on him, just the torn fabric of what was left of his uniform. Within his pocket was a single photograph of himself and a female. Investigation is underway to find out what happened to this poor soldier and to get in touch with the female in the photograph. Dental records and a few small scars upon his body have given little as to who he may be. Further details will be released later this week. If you recognize either the soldier or the female in the photograph please call your local U.S. Army office or call 1-800-USA-ARMY, ext. 376 with information.
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Turn to Page 6.___________ Here is the photo of the soldier and the female we need to contact. If anyone knows any information please contact the numbers above immediately.
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She stared at the second picture in disbelief. She was hysterical now, to the point of a nurse walking in at her screams. The nurse sedated her once again and took the paper out of her hands, which were clenched so tight the paper slightly tore. The nurse glanced at the article and the picture, but made no connection between the two and the incoherent rambling of the woman.
She finally drifted off into a sedated sleep, feeling numb and used. She woke up a few hours later looking at the table with the paper on it. She picked it up once again and just shook her head as she thought to herself, " How could he?"
She looked at the happy couple in the picture, she felt betrayed, all the promises he made, all the talk of love and marriage. She ran her hand over her stomach, the talk of their children yet to come. One big lie. She started to shake as the thoughts raced through her head, which was this girl, his lover? His wife he had not told her about?
She studied the girl in the photo, to closely to possibly read into her thoughts through the paper, where was she now? Did she know about her? Did she wonder where he was?
She looked at the girls eyes… they appeared to be brown, she had dirty blonde hair, and she was a little on the heavier side. She thought a " Plain Jane " type girl. Nothing to make her think he wouldn’t want her over this other girl.
She crumbled up the paper after looking at it and threw it on the floor; she laid her head back down and closed her eyes. Once more she had the empty feeling and she drifted off to a sedated sleep once again. Her dreams were nightmares once more, the taunting visions of him with this other girl now, after he was with her. She awoke in a panic stricken fit, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom and threw up as she had done so many times before.
She reached her hands down and grabbed her stomach. Cradling it, she thought he would never know, no one will ever know now.
She walked back to the bed and sat down on it thinking for a second on what to do, Should she call to let the Army know who he was with her about 3 weeks ago? She was so much in a daze, she could not think straight.
She got her cloths, her purse and the paper and walked out of the hospital not knowing where she was going. She walked for what seemed like hours, hearing in her head his last words to her, " I love you." She couldn’t bare it anymore. She needed this to stop
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She found her way home in the dark and completely exhausted she drew herself a hot bath. She thought maybe she could relieve some of the stress, forgetting what had happened the last time she took a bath. She stripped down and ran her hands over her stomach and she sighed. Knowing that her child, his child would never know him. She shed a single tear. He never even knew she was pregnant, She found out 3 days after he left her.
She climbed in the tub and sunk down as far as she could to get away from the feelings of loneliness and agony. Hoping the bubbles would take it all away. She started to relax a little and she leaned back and closed her eyes enough to drift off into a slight sleep, Her dreams started to come. ~ She was laying on her bed with him, they were talking of what will come when he gets out of the Army, He leans down and kissed her. ~ That is when she heard the voice again. It woke her up. He was calling to her, she blinked a few times to get her eyesight into focus, through the mist of the steam in the bathroom she could see him standing there as he looked the day he left.
She tried to stand up but she couldn’t, she was shaking and afraid, She thought how could this be, He was dead, she knew it now, She read it, she seen his photo. All the details.
She sank back down into the water and closed her eyes with hopes of this all going away.
It didn’t, what did happen was the voice got louder more clearer, " Alexandria, My love."
She was shaking so bad the water was splashing. She backed away from the image she saw as much as she could, but he kept coming closer to her. She was having trouble breathing now and she grabbed her stomach as if to protect it.
She thought to herself, I am losing my mind, this is not real, and it cannot be real.
With that in mind she stood up and fought to get past the image, but he reached out his hand in mid-air and stopped her dead in her tracks.
She was now in a panic, this is real? She wondered. She started to call for help, but realized who would hear her. She was alone now she was completely alone…
He held his hand up to her face and caressed her cheek; she felt a cold empty feeling over her flesh, which was followed by a burst of fire that burned right through to her soul.
He spoke once more, which was more then she could take now, She was about to pass out but he stopped her. He held her in his arms, she was losing it quick and he knew this, but he was stuck here until he told her what he had to tell her.
He was between life and death because of what he did to her, how he left her and he would never be able to rest until he told her the truth. He tried to keep her calm and conscience until he could get the words about but she was fading into something like a daze fast.
He held her in his arms once more like he did when they were together. How he wished now he never hurt her, how he never left her. Or lied to her.
He managed to sit her down in the tub; he was nothing more then a ghost of regretful emotion. He knew he did this to himself and he betrayed her the worst way possible.
Once she was sitting, he leaned over and kissed her lips, her soft full lips. She jumped from his touch, she looked at him in disbelief, she was completely in a fog, her eyes were glazed over she couldn’t talk or think.
She stared blankly at him calling his name, " Allen." He was motioning to her to listen to him, not to say anything until he was done, not that she could anyway, and She was now a mere ghost herself. She has lost herself into a world of heartbroken pain.
He started to talk to her, " Alexandria, I am truly sorry for this, for all I have done and put you through." " I need you to understand and forgive me for what I am going to tell you." " If you don’t I will never get the peace I need, Alexandria answer me, say something?" he asked.
She nodded in response to him, out of fear of what would happen if she didn’t. He kept on talking to her but she was not even acknowledging him now. She was in her own little happy world where he was still alive and nothing had ever gone wrong. She needed that place now as he was telling her his jaded story.
He continued on, " Everything I ever said to you was true Love, I never once lied how I felt about you, or the things we talked about, I wanted them as much as you did." It is just, well something happened the night I left you for that last time. I realized that before I could be with you for ever I needed to examine my feelings for someone else I met the same week I met you." He looked over at her staring into space; he wondered if she was absorbing anything he was telling her. With out being sure he kept going, he had to for his peace now.
" The night I left you, I went to see her. We spent my last 2 days together before I had to be back on base to be deployed. I know I should have stayed with you, but I had to find out if my love for you was true. Looking back, I know now I was wrong and I, we are paying for my mistakes. You because you lost your true love and I know you hurt, and me because I lost everything, but most of all you." He continued on and to her it sounded like beating drums in her head that wouldn’t go away. She covered her ears to make his voice stop but it wouldn’t. She covered her eyes too, nothing worked now.
He ignored her motions and kept talking to her as if she were able to comprehend all of this jargon he was speaking to her. " The night I left you Alexandria, It was the hardest thing I ever did but I had to go, to make sure, the girl I went to see her name was Erin. I went to some motel to meet her on the way back to base, she had driven there to meet me from the state she lives in. The whole time I was there, the 2 days alls I thought about was how this is going to hurt you, but I did it anyway " he sighed as he finished that sentence.
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She was now rocking back and forth in the tub as if someone were shaking her, she thought to herself, wasn’t it bad enough he did it and then died, but now he is making live it as he tells me this. What does he expect from me? I am slowly dieing from a broken heart.
He continued on once more, " The first night we spent together we mostly talked some, and then later we had sex." When she heard this she started screaming loud at him to go away and never come back. To leave her in her own misery with his child.
He was reaching out to her now but she moved away just as he had a close enough grasp and his hand went through her and left her with an eerie feeling. She crunched down as far as she could go to get away from him; her world was caving in minute by minute. She just wanted to die quickly. She heard the drone of his voice; it was echoing in her brain, to not hear it anymore she started humming.
He kept talking to her, " I later realized after I had sex with her it was a mistake but it was to late, the damage has been done. I went and took a shower and thought about you and how I betrayed you the whole time, I decided I wouldn’t tell you what happened because I knew if I did I would lose you and the love we had. After my shower I went and told her I couldn’t do this and she said if I left she would make our life a living hell. I told her she could never tear us apart because our love was strong enough to endure anything. She said we would see about that. I didn’t realize at the time she had set up the camera to take our picture when she came over and kissed me. That is the picture you saw in the newspaper. When I was getting my stuff together she must have put it in my pocket. I never wanted you to find out Love, not like that. But you did, and I am truly sorry."
He looked for a reaction from her but she gave none, she didn’t even look alive anymore, she was withered away in the tub almost under the water completely. He thought maybe he shouldn’t have tried to explain, to let her get on with out ever knowing the real truth, but it was to late now, he started, he had to finish. So that is what he did. He finished telling her the rest… " I left there thinking about you I drove the rest of the way in tears knowing I did the worst thing I could ever do to you and that was break the promise and the circle of our love. I know you can’t ever forgive me for what I have done but try to understand Love; I need you to acknowledge me now. Alexandria?"
Nothing, no response what so ever from her she was limp her body just there. She had drifted off somewhere safe where she could be with her unborn child away from pain away from any more agony and heartache. He looked at her puzzled, wondering what was wrong with her, he couldn’t figure it out, and he felt so useless and worthless once again. Hurting even after he was dead probably worse now then when he was actually alive and cheated on her.
He had to finish his story though so he kept talking with hopes she would wake up from her stupor, " About 5 miles from the base I was angry and upset at myself I had tears in my eyes, I never seen them coming and it was over quickly, the truck ran me off the road, I flew out of car and after they beat me till I was pretty much gone. My last thoughts were of you Baby, only you, I called out to you and have since my last breath."
“Alexandria?” he called but nothing. She was gone from him forever now. He tried to go over to her but he couldn’t.
He felt like he was fading away now and soon he was gone. Nothing was left of him in her bathroom, the last sound that was heard was, " Alexandria I love you always and forever."
She was left all alone once again this time left worse then before, she was broken and withered. There was nothing left of her now, she was gone. Her last breath was spoken into a whisper, “Allen, I love you.”
She was found some time later and no one ever found out why she died, she was a perfectly healthy women, who seemed to be pregnant, but even her unborn child had passed on. It is said she died from a broken heart, while Authorities searched her house. They found her journals and have read what she has written the past three weeks up until this morning.
No one will ever know what exactly happened to her or the pain she felt, but never once will anyone say you can’t die from a broken heart.
The End
The Game
In my convertible, I drive down the boulevard, on a Tuesday afternoon, enjoying the warm and sunny weather. A man catches my attention. He is tall and handsome. And he is wearing a pair of white sneakers, denim shorts and a white sleeveless shirt that hugs his muscular physique. I am interested in him. So I pull up to the bus stop.
“Hello, my name is Nina,” I say. “Is there some place I can take you?”
“Do you always pick up men who you don’t know?” the man asks.
“I only pick up men who I find to be irresistible,” I reply.
His smile reveals a perfect set of white teeth.
“You haven’t answered my question. Is there some place I can take you?”
“I need to go to Danny’s Auto Body Shop on 69th street to pick up my car.”
“I know where that is. It’s not too far from here. Hop in. I’ll take you.”
After he settles into the passenger’s side, he says, “Thanks. By the way, my name is Patrick.”
As I drive him to where he needs to go, I can feel his eyes on me. So I glance at Patrick, and notice him staring at my legs. He licks his lips.
My legs are long and shapely. And they look pretty good in a pair of spandex shorts which I’m wearing at the moment.
“So Nina, tell me a little bit about yourself.”
Pressing the brake for a red light, I ask, “What is it that you would like to know?”
“Whatever, you think I should know.”
I formulate my thoughts before giving an answer, and then I say, “Well, I enjoy riding stick, deep penetration, rough sex, watching porn, and masturbating while being watched by my lover.”
His mouth falls open.
Giggling, I hit the gas pedal. The light has changed to green.
Once I’m done laughing, I tell Patrick to tell me a little bit about himself.
Within a few seconds, he says, “I like to stamp packages, and leave my signature behind. So the proof of my delivery can always be confirmed.”
“That’s cute.” I say, sounding unimpressed. But little does he know how much his words have just aroused the hell out of me.
A few minutes later, I am parked in front of the auto body shop.
“Thanks again,” Patrick says. Then he opens the door, and begins to step out of my car. I tell him to wait a minute. He pauses. Reaching over, and opening the glove compartment, I retrieve a pen and a piece of paper. Then I write down my number.
“Give me a call, later” I say, as I offer the paper to him.
“Now, why would I want to do that?”
“It will benefit us both.”
With a big smile on his face, he takes the paper from me, and gets out of my car. Closing the door, he walks away.
Patrick has left my hormones to rage, and I know when I get home I will have to change my panties. I have made a mess. ***** It is 8:45pm on a Friday night.
I’m lying in my bed while reading a book.
I am bored out my mind.
My phone rings and when I say, “hello” it is Patrick. This is the first time I have heard from him in three days. I am pissed.
“What did you say your name is? I ask, pretending not to know who he is. “How did we meet again?”
“That’s very funny,” he says, not believing that I don’t remember him. “I apologize for not contacting you sooner. I have been very busy. Please let me make it up to you by taking you out this evening. I’ll pick you up at ten o’clock. What’s your address?”
“Excuse me,” I say. “Don’t you think you are getting ahead of yourself? I didn’t agree on going out with you.”
“But I know you want to.”
I am quiet for a moment.
“I was very busy before you called,” I finally say, lying. “But I guess I can rearrange my plans.” ***** One hour later, I am checking myself out in my full length mirror. I have on a short, red and backless halter dress, with red stilettos. My hair is free flowing, and my makeup is lightly done for a natural look.
In the distance, I hear my door bell chime.
So I leave my bedroom, and head to the front door.
When I open it, Patrick takes my breath away. He looks very different from the man I had picked up at the bus stop. The casual look he wore at that time is replaced with a more refined one. He is wearing black dress pants, a short sleeve muscle shirt that is blue and slightly sheer, and a black pair of designer shoes.
With a dirty mind, I stare at his muscular chest and arms.
“Please come in,” I say, closing the door behind him. “I just have to get my purse.”
I begin to walk away.
Taking me by the arm, he pulls me toward him. While facing Patrick, he says, “not so quickly.” Then he kisses me on the lips, followed by a hug. He presses his body, so closely, against mine that I can feel his excitement. But he is not the only one who is aroused. My body resembles the fourth of July. There are sparks everywhere. ***** We manage to make it out my house. We head to a lounge that is not too far from where I live. Once we arrive there, we head for the bar. I order an Orgasm. He orders a Screwdriver. Next, we take our drinks to a table that is in a secluded area of the lounge. The lights are very dim, and soft music plays in the background.
“How deep does your river run?” Patrick inquires, as he samples his drink.
“Very deep,” I say. “And if you’re not careful, you will drown.”
“I’m a great swimmer,” he replies. “Let me show you my tongue stroke.”
Patrick goes underneath the tablecloth.
“What are you doing? There are people around.”
“Well, I guess you’re going to have to find some way not to draw attention to us.”
With that said, he puts his head underneath my dress. Discovering that I’m not wearing any panties, he says, “how convenient!”
I smirk. Then I look around and notice that the few people who are scattered about are busy doing their own thing, not paying us any attention.
Patrick begins to write the letters of the alphabet with his tongue against my clit. I hold on to the edge of the table for dear life while I swallow my moans, and fight my emotions in an effort to control myself.
But by the time he makes it to the last letter, my body convulses, and I release my sweet love overflowing with affection for his tongue. ***** Within minutes, we arrive at my house. And as soon as I close the front door, Patrick grabs my hair from behind. Then he pushes me up against the closed door.
In my ear, he says, “What happened at the lounge was only an appetizer. “My dick is a chef. So it can’t wait to serve you its main course.”
After that, Patrick turns me to face him. He kisses my lips hard and with urgency. Ripping my dress from my body, using just one of his hands, he starts caressing, sucking, and licking my welcoming breasts.
We end up in the bedroom where I take off his clothes. After the last article of clothing is removed, he pulls me down to the floor. His missile is ready for take off. It enters my wet pussy from the back. He works me in the doggie style position skillfully. His thrusts are long…slow… deep…fast…hard.
I moan, repeatedly, and I am in sweet agony. After many strokes delivered with precision, he pulls himself out of me. With my back, facing him, I get up from the floor, and begin to walk away. But I can barely walk straight. Patrick chuckles at this sight. “Do you need some help?” he asks, teasingly, as he stands to his feet.
Not wanting to give Patrick the satisfaction of thinking, just because he has banged the hell out of me (which I loved every minute) and my knees are weak, as a result, doesn’t mean I can’t make his knees weak as well, and do so much more. So I walk back to Patrick with pep in my step. He is thrown off by the sudden change in my movement. Then I drop to my knees. Before he can utter a single word, I begin to blow his instrument. My mouth plays it fast and slow and slow and fast while I enclose one of my hands around his masculine power, sliding up and down. His erection is nice and hard.
After a few minutes go by, I stop giving Patrick head service. I am not ready for him to come yet.
Noticing how he is having trouble keeping his balance, I smirk.
“Do you need some help?” I ask, teasingly.
“I see you got jokes,” he says.
Making it to my feet, I push Patrick into the bed where he lands on his back. I jump on top of him, and smother his lips with a deep and passionate kiss. Then I bite, lick and dig my nails into his chest. A deep sigh escapes his lips.
Thereafter, I sit on top of his happiness to see me. In the reverse cowgirl position, I move my waist round and round, back and forth. I do this repeatedly. Meanwhile, I look over my shoulder to get a glimpse at his face. His eyes are rolling back inside of his head, and his breathing is heavy. He is on the brick of busting a nut, and not much longer, he releases his excitement inside the walls of my flesh.
Within seconds, Patrick falls asleep. And as I look at him, I know that our roles are over, and the script is finished.
Then I glance at a picture sitting on the nightstand of the two of us, dressed in all white, on our special day. I smile before turning out the light .
The End
Anita and Aaron
Anita was feeling hot…not just physically but she was feeling really horny. It had been four whole days since she had seen Aaron and she was missing him. She really liked Aaron a lot and was very close to him. But in more than one way…they had developed a sort of relationship that was unique to them. But they had also developed a very sexual relationship, however, they hadn’t had actual sex yet. Anita was thinking about this when an IM popped up from Aaron.
BigStud: Hey there
HotA: Hey!
BigStud: How are you doin?
HotA: Im well…
BigStud: That’s good, I’m having a good day myself…I was thinking about you last night and this morning…
HotA: Oh yeah? That’s sweet.
BigStud: I try ; )
HotA: I’ve been thinking of you as well…I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight…
BigStud: Oh yeah? Me too. I can’t wait.
HotA: I’m also looking forward to something else…
BigStud: Oh reaaally…and what might that be?
HotA: Well…you really wanna know?
BigStud: Yes!
HotA: Well…I was thinking how hot I’ve been…
BigStud: Hot? Like warm hot? Or like…horny hot?
HotA: Horny hot. Really horny hot…for you…
BigStud: Wow
HotA: I can already feel my pussy getting wet with thoughts of you…and of you doing things to me…
BigStud: And what would you like me to do to you?
HotA: Mmm…I can imagine you taking off my shirt…undoing my bra…and looking at my breasts, your eyes full and seducing. Then you would take them into your hands and rub them gently, and then a little harder and then you would lower your head and take one into your mouth…mmmm….it would feel so very good. Mmm I just love it thinking about it! Ohh you’re turning me on so much.
BigStud: Wow! And I’m not even there! Imagine if I was…
HotA: Ohhh I am…I’m imagining your mouth on me, sucking my nipple hard…then you stop and stare at me and tell me how hot and beautiful you think I am and you reach down and start to undo my pants.
BigStud: Then what? I’m getting horny just thinking about this, you make me so hot!
HotA: You start to undo my pants and you pull them down…I step out of them and I am standing there only in my panties…I feel the wetness on my hot pussy, just waiting for you to have your way with me…then you reach down and tease me with your fingers on the outside of my panties…
BigStud: I’d tease you till you screamed for me to go in your panties.
HotA: And then…
BigStud: Then what??
HotA: Well…
BigStud: WHAT???
HotA: I guess you’ll just have to find out tonight…
BigStud: Oh man! Are you serious?? I’m coming over.
HotA: Now?
BigStud: Yeah now. I want to see you and take you and be with you…
HotA: Ok! Oh wow, you’ve gotten me all shaky now!
BigStud: You think you’re shaky! Im the shaky one!! I have an image of you in my head of you in just panties…I hope you mean those sexy ones too.
HotA: It’s a surprise stud.
Aaron was shaking with excitement and nervousness. He longed to be with Anita right then. He had to hurry or he might combust with sexual frustration. But would they really have sex tonight? He was cautious about this because he didn’t want to cause Anita any worrying or anything like that, since he knew how she could worry. But if it was right it was right…but even if they didn’t have sex, they could seriously fool around and that would be awesome enough for him. He loved fooling around with Anita, he loved her body, he loved the way she felt next to him, he loved touching her skin, he really had no complaints. He had never been fully naked with Anita though. He was a little nervous about showing his body off to her; it had been a long time since anyone had seen him. He knew she was self-conscious, but he also knew that he liked what he saw. Aaron’s thoughts were buzzing around in his head, he had to hurry. He brushed his teeth and ran out the door. “Don’t get a ticket don’t get a ticket” he thought. He wanted to rush, but it would suck ass if he ended up with a ticket AND was delayed from seeing Anita. Meanwhile, Anita was at her apartment…
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“What the hell am I going to wear!” Anita yelled to herself. She rifled through her closet and her drawers. Red underwear? Black? None? She just wasn’t sure…she began to try on things, but she had to be careful since she was already feeling wet with anticipation. “Could we really have sex tonight? Or is that my mind just running over time? Will he like what I’m wearing? Will I look fat? UGHHH.” Anita’s mind was in over gear, she couldn’t wait to see Aaron but she was sooo nervous…then she started thinking of her wet pussy and how it was yearning to be touched—she shivered. “Oh my!” she thought. “I’m so horny…I hope Aaron is just as horny.” She decided on something to wear and got dressed. She had a black tank top on, no bra, she figured it was less work for Aaron if he didn’t have to take off her bra and deal with the hook. She put lacy black underwear on and threw some jeans on. However, she knew the jeans wouldn’t be on for long…unless she was wrong and nothing at all would happen tonight….she would be disappointed if that was the case, but she would live. But she really hoped that Aaron would be coming over to take her breasts in his mouth… “Oh my!” Anita thought again, she shivered and decided to clean up the place a little to keep herself occupied.
Aaron was about five minutes away from Anita’s when he found himself already getting hard from thinking about Anita…she got him so excited sometimes that he just wanted to be in her, to be connected with her like that…He couldn’t wait to get there…
Ding Dong!
The doorbell rang at Anita’s and she went to answer the door…it was of course Aaron, looking good as usual. She noticed his shirt was untucked, which meant she could get it off of him all the more easy that way.
Aaron smiled at her and came in the door. He hugged her and noticed she wasn’t wearing anything under the tank top she had on, he whispered in her ear… “No bra huh?” His voice sounded kinda scratchy and hot to Anita and she smiled coyly at him and said no. He hugged her again and rubbed his hands over her back and down to her butt. He slipped his hand inside the back of her pants and felt the small amount of underwear she was wearing and he felt himself get hard all over again. He hoped Anita couldn’t notice…
Little did he know, Anita definitely noticed and she was turned on by it. She loved that she turned Aaron on so much. It made her turned on in return. She pulled back and glanced down at his crotch. He smiled sheepishly, but Anita said, “No, don’t be embarrassed, I like it. A lot.” And she reached down and rubbed her hand over his hard dick. Aaron stiffened, but it felt really good. He just wanted to take her…
“So, what do you wanna do?” Anita asked.
“Um, well…umm…” Aaron searched for his words.
“How about this…” Anita reached up and took Aaron’s earlobe in her mouth and nibbled gently. Aaron shook with pleasure and Anita could feel his hard dick against her pelvis. Mmm, he felt good.
Anita pulled away and Aaron smiled. He said, “Well then, how about this.” And he whipped her shirt off. He stared at her breasts, taking them in. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small. He loved the view he had. Then he then reached over and touched them. He wanted them in his mouth. He bent over and licked her nipples, then he sucked on one. Then he felt for the button on her pants. It was exciting that they were still standing at the door (the door was shut of course) and hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet…so Aaron pulled her pants down and felt between her legs. He could tell she was already pretty wet. She felt kinda hot too. He was definitely getting hot. There she stood in only her panties. Black lacey ones that showed off her butt at that. He loved it.
Anita said, “Let me take your shirt off.” So they pulled it off and Anita ran her hands over his chest. She liked the way he looked. And then Aaron pulled Anita’s panties down and she was left there, naked, with hard nipples, and a wet pulsing pussy.
“I want to take you in my mouth,” Anita said. She was hungry for his penis. She wanted to taste his come. She began undoing his shorts…she slipped them off and then pulled his boxers down. There it was, his rock hard penis, just waiting to be sucked. Then he would come, all for her, right in her mouth, and she would swallow him. She went to lick his penis. The tip was so perfect to flick her tongue over. She loved it. She looked up and saw Aaron watching her. She loved that too. She took the tip into her mouth and licked some more. Then she brought the whole dick into her mouth. She loved tasting him. His dick was perfect for her. She couldn’t but thinking how perfect it would be inside of her wet pussy though. She knew that would be so awesome that she would probably almost explode with pleasure. Anita sucked Aaron hard, using her mouth and her hand, up and down, up and down. She did this for a couple more minutes when she heard Aaron say he was getting close. She couldn’t wait. She wanted him to come in her. He was getting closer and closer and finally…he came in her. Warm fluid into her mouth, and she swallowed him, not leaving a drop behind. She continued to lovingly lick the beautiful dick. She wanted more…
“Oh my gosh oh my gosh…that was awesome Anita, so awesome, it felt so good,” Aaron said.
“I’m glad,” said Anita. “I love doing that for you.”
There they were, both naked and hot and horny. Aaron felt surprisingly comfortable naked around Anita. She felt the same way.
Anita took Aaron’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and Aaron straddled her legs. Anita stared at his hard dick. She wanted him so badly. Could she have him?
Aaron was nervous, but confident. He bent down and took Anita’s breasts in his hands, rubbing them. They felt so good. But he wanted more. So he took them into his mouth. But it still wasn’t enough…so he laid upon Anita, their naked bodies touching, one to the other.
Anita was shaking with nervousness, but she was also excited. Suddenly Aaron rubbed against her. His dick right against her hair down there. And then again. And again. Then he dipped lower and his dick was right against her pussy. It was electric!! He did it again and again and again. She was getting so wet, so very very wet. She was loving every second of it. Then he was on top of her again. They rolled over so that she was on top, straddling him now. She watched his dick. His hard cock. Mmm it looked so good, she wanted it in her right then. She knelt over him, with his dick below her. She looked at him. He nodded. She smiled. And gently lowered herself on to him. As he slid deeper inside of her, she let her head roll back and basked in the pleasure.
Aaron couldn’t believe he was finally inside of her. He had been waiting for this for awhile now and it felt so good. He loved being inside of her, pumping faster and faster.
Anita was really riding him now, he was getting close to coming and so was she. She had never come before in sex and she felt it coming now. She wanted to feel the warm liquid coming out of her onto Aaron. And she wanted to feel his hot cum on her again.
“Anita! Oh Anita! You’re so hot! Oh you feel so good! I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!!” Aaron shouted, breathing hard.
“I’m going to come on your hard dick, I’m going to be so wet on you!” Anita said, resting her hands on the bed, letting herself go.
Suddenly Aaron pulled out and came on Anita’s breasts just as Anita came. Anita laid back and breathed heavily. She looked at the cum on her chest. She dipped a finger in and showed Aaron how she put it in her mouth to lick. He then bent down between her legs to lick the wetness that was her cum. “Mmm, you taste so good Anita,” Aaron said. Anita loved how he said her name sometimes. It sounded so sexy.
“You taste good too, I love your cum,” she said.
They then lay together, naked, hot, sweaty. They held each other and fell asleep.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Lost in Subspace
I carefully sat down in the corner of the dark room. There were too many people for me to venture out into the unknown. My eyes remained cast downward, as I waited for someone to approach me.
10 minutes passed and I was still sitting alone in this corner, when I noticed a tall dark figure walking my way. His eyes were intense, and my crotch immediately responded to his penetrating stares.
“Hello”, a smooth voice cooed, “What is your name, little girl?”
I nearly giggled at being called a little girl, but I responded shakily that my name is Renee. His eyes swooped over my body, from my nervous hands, down to my short skirt that was beginning to ride up my thighs, exposing too much flesh for comfort. I felt a strong finger touch my thigh, and I gasped in surprise, while drawing my legs away from him. My eyes remained on the floor, and I started to doubt why I was here in the first place.
“ Why so shy, child? Are you afraid I may bite you?”, the icy sarcasm in his voice made me shiver involuntarily. He laughed slightly at my shivers, and I blushed deeply. For the first time I lifted my eyes to admire his physique. He had a tan, the purest green eyes that sparkled with perversions, and very large strong hands. He was dressed in loose fitting jeans, and a tight casual top. I could clearly see his defined muscles, and that made my mind swim with all kinds of ideas. His face was clear of blemishes, and there were no wrinkles. However, he had a strong jaw, and the face of a mature man. I guessed his age to be around 40. I was only 17,and that frightened me. But it was an enjoyable fright. The kind that made me tremble and weak. His eyes had not left my face, and the tension between our wordless conversation was growing. Words poured out of my mouth, with no control.
“ I …I don’t really know why I’m here.”, I stammered. Oh god, I probably sounded really ignorant. But to my delight he only grinned, which made his face light up in a way that gave him a boyish look.
His voice lowered as his lips met my neck, “I know why you are here.”
At that moment lips brushed over my skin, and a hot tongue flicked across my flesh. My face burned hot with embarrassment. I had never been touched this way, let alone in a public place. He must have noticed my shame, because he grabbed my hands and pulled me out of my seat, towards his chest. I was too weak to care, too weak to fight those eyes. I followed close behind him as he lead me out of the door, to his black viper. My door was opened and he pushed me inside with force, but somehow a gentle force.
My mind raced, I panicked, my cunt began to drip, and here I was driving off in this car with some man I had known for 20 minutes.
“Where are you taking me?”, I demanded, my voice shaking.
“Somewhere”, his lips curved into an impish smile.
I leaned back into the soft leather, and closed my eyes, trying not to think. Why had I been at that place? Why didn’t I leave? What had I really been searching for? I glanced out the window and thought about his words, “I know why you are here”. But did he really?
The world outside my window was rushing by too quickly, tall buildings turned into plush mansions with 3 door garages. We reached the city limits, but he kept driving. My eyes darted to the speedometer; it read 80MPH. I didn’t scream. I just waited.
I was lost in thought when he pulled into a driveway. It winded in a loopy fashion towards a breathtaking home.
“where are we?” I asked.
“ My place.” he replied matter-of-factly.
He let me out of the door and I walked behind him slowly, waiting for what was next.
Once we were inside the front door, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him, kissing me roughly. His tongue caressed mine, and his hands slide from my lower ass up to my lower back. They stopped and ripped off my thong, making my crotch burn as the fabric was violently torn away. I gasped and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He laughed and began to lead me down a hallway decorated with various photos of S&M scenes.
“ Now, do not scream little girl. You will do exactly as I say, and enjoy every minute of pleasure that I get from this.” Upon finishing his sentence his arms swooped me up and opened the door. The room we entered was too dark for me to see where I was going. Or for that matter, what he was doing. I was tossed onto a bed, covered in silk linens. I saw him at a dresser removing several objects, and my body tensed as he neared the foot of the bed. Fingers wrapped around my ankles pulling me towards him, then spreading them apart. Cold air hit my exposed cunt and I gasped loudly. The man didn’t utter a single word, or even acknowledge I was alive and breathing. His focused movements began to frighten me as ropes wound around my ankles. My breathing had increased and I felt my breasts rising up and down. His hands moved up my legs in a swift movement to pull my skirt down. His strength was unbelievable. I was now bare from my waist down. Fully exposed in the most humiliating of ways. I was still a virgin.
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