A Stormy Night (pt 1)  

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4/6/2006 1:04 am

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A Stormy Night (pt 1)


It was a stormy night outside, the rain coming down hard against the windows somehow though made it soothing. Lightning flashes could be seen miles away and the thunder more often than not felt as if it were directly overhead. The television constantly flickering as did the lights you finally decided it was enough for the night and upstairs you headed.

You weren’t really all that tired just yet but being there was little else to do you found yourself soon running a hot bath for you to slip in and forget the storm outside. Turning the facet off you ran your hand through the bubbles and bringing them close to your nose. The sweet scent fills your mind of thoughts of passion and that missing romance you have so longed for. Now standing in front of the mirror you watch yourself as you slowly slip out of your robe. At first you see your breasts as the candle light bounces off them in the mirror. Pausing there your hand instinctively reaches up and cups and caresses them. Your nipples as if they were controlled by a switch instantly react and stand out as if they were begging for your attention. There you stood for what seemed like just seconds but was in fact closer to an hour lost in your own world of teasing and pleasure as you touched yourself in all the ways you have so longed for. Your eyes never leaving the sight of your reflection it was almost as if you were watching a movie, your favorite movie in fact. Letting your arms fall to your side, your robe falls free of the restraints that held it there for so long. You look at your body slowly and methodically getting more and more aware of your own level of arousal. You place your hand softly on your stomach almost as if you were sub-consciously trying to fight the urge to reach lower and touch yourself, yet you loose that battle as if you ever had a chance in the first place. Feeling your wetness you lightly rub yourself and you can feel as your fingers slowly get covered in your juices, your sweet nectar. Moaning softly from the pleasures it was bringing you, you take yourself closer to the edge but ever so careful not to go over just yet. One hand on the counter in front, you lean forward and open your legs slightly more. The cool air in the room brushes against you and sends a surge of pleasure through your entire being. Instinctively your finger curls upward deep inside of you and for the first time that evening you suddenly become aware that you are in need of a release unlike those of the weeks before. You stand slowly back up and fight to pull your hand away knowing how badly you want and need a release but even more aware of how you need one. Slowly you bring your fingers to your lips and pull each one in, one by one. You have always loved the taste of a woman's sweet nectar and especially that of your own.

"MmmmmmmMMm, no wonder why she liked the way I taste," you look at yourself with a devilish smile and say, "to bad you wont ever be able to taste me again." ending with an almost vengeful but jealous laugh.

You make your way over to the tub and slowly slip in enjoying the way the water feels against your smooth and delicate skin as it gently covers you. Pulling your hair up you rest your head against the soft pink pillow you had just bought the other day for the bathtub. Thinking how wonderful it felt to rest your head against the soft pillow you didn’t even notice how your hand had begun to caress your body as it lay submerged in the water. Ever so lightly it would run across your skin, almost as if daunting it and teasing your flesh from being able to truly enjoy the sensation only you had known how to bring it. There you lay for the next hour, just relaxing and forgetting your troubles in a world only known to yourself, a world only you had ever been able to take yourself to before.

Now pulling the plug and with the water slowly draining from around you, you stood up and reached for a towel and began to dry yourself off. As this weekend you had the house to yourself you walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway making your way to your room. The candles still lit in the bathroom giving you your only light you didn’t care and even if there had been someone home you probably would have done the same thing for that was the mood you were in. Entering your room you made your way over to your dresser where you naturally reached for the drawer in which you kept all things nice and soft. Moving things around you finally found the one and pulled it out of the drawer. It was teddy you had bought sometime back for your girlfriend on her birthday but when you had gotten home from the store you discovered how much you liked it and decided to keep for yourself. It was low cut in the front and showed your cleavage that you were so proud of, in the back it was open...very open in fact as anyone standing behind you could clearly see your soft and tender cheeks. It reached under you and back around the front covering very little which is why you always had kept yourself shaven there. Slowly it widened as it made its way higher till it reached your breasts in which it opened in two. Soft lace frill highlighted the edges with the majority being a hand spun silk. Red was your favorite color and standing in front of the mirror you admired just how incredibly sexy and beautiful you were in it.

You looked around the room and made your way to the bed where you pulled the covers back and climbed in. Laying in the middle you reaches up for a stretch and your hands bumped into the railing behind you. Clenching them you imagined for a second being tied to them and having some beautiful and sexy woman making love to you in all the ways you had so wanted. You had considered yourself more Bi than lesbian even though it had been so many years since you had been with a man. So many years in fact you couldn't even remember what it really was like. Oh sure you had your toys and your last girlfriend had used some on you almost giving you the same sensation but with breasts hanging before your hungry lips you had always lost yourself in another world of delights and not really known of the other. Never having had someone take you into a never never land through oral sex of any sort you had always received your greatest pleasure from having your breasts kisses, sucked and played with. So for you it was only natural to respond much the same way. Yet you had always wanted to find out about that 'other' pleasure. Your mind began racing on your and soon you were once again caressing yourself and touching yourself in ways you had only dreamed of before. It was no longer a need to find a release but had long become the sensations you were feeling especially in your sexy red teddy.

As the thunder continued to bust above you slowly drifted off to sleep not even aware as it happened. With all the noise being caused by the wind and storm it was no wonder that you never heard the window downstairs breaking.

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His car had broken down the road several miles away on his way to a friends place for a surprise visit. He hadn’t seen her in many years but had heard she was back in the area. Reaching for his cell phone he picked it up only to discover that either the storm had knocked out communications in the area or he was just too far away. He leaned across the wheel of the car and looking up muttered how he hoped he was really as lost as he suddenly had felt. Arriving only days before from another country no-one had known he even back and that meant no one would be looking for him either tonight or anytime soon. Turning the power off in his car the rain poured down the window as if he was parked in front of a bunch of firemen all with their hoses pointed at his poor little car. The wind was blowing so hard the car rocked roughly and some water had begun leaking in. For the next few hours he sat there like this not knowing what to do but praying for someone to come by and stop. After the fourth hour of staring at his watch and out his windows he realized that this was a road not traveled by many, if any at all. Peering out his windows he looked for some sign of life that perhaps he could walk too and get some help but there wasn’t a light in sight.

After sitting there for what seemed like an eternity he slowly became aware of how cold he was getting. He tried feebly to warm himself up but got nowhere fast. Taking one last long look outside for some sign to hope for a rescue he saw nothing, and knew it was all up to him now. Leaning over the back seat he reached in his suitcase and grabbed an extra sweater and his jacket, two things he knew he was going to need if he was to last any more than a few minutes outside in the unworldly storm that brewed outside the little fishbowl he was sheltered in for now. Slowly opening the door the wind grabbed it and almost tore it out of his hands yet with his firm grip he held onto it and remained in control. Quickly getting out of the car he was immediately greeting with the pounding of the rain in his face as if it were trying to show him who was really in control.

With the rain blowing in from the direction he had come from and not remembering seeing any houses he decided that it was best to keep moving forward and perhaps that would help him see better by just enough that he could possibly see a house and get help. Thinking to himself, he muttered how he would do anything for a hot bath and a really hot coffee right now. With the wind behind him he found walking alot easier as it seemed to enwrap around him and almost guide him along the dark and deserted gravel road that was played out before him. For the next couple hours he walked along seeing nothing that even closely resembled life, nothing that gave him any reason to hope and nothing that he saw he could even use as shelter. His clothes were soaked through and the water running down his chest along was slowly filling his shoes and making harder to walk.

The rain poured down on him and he had become so oblivious to the cold his body was feeling that he began to drift off in a dream like state. Perhaps it was self preservation that caused this, perhaps it was some inner spirit talking to him or maybe it was his guide talking to him and working with him to give him hope and keep him alive. Surely it would be easier to admit defeat and lay down right then and there but something drove him forward and kept him moving. Another hour passed and now his stomach was talking to him, calling out to him for food it so desperately wanted. All the basics in life now seemed to be the calling to him. His life slowly started replaying in his eyes and he relived some of the happier moments he had ever experienced. As he traveled further down the road those images soon slowly were replaced of all the things he had yet to do, all the things he had only dreamt of and yet wanted so much. Then everything came to a sudden halt! The road he had walked on for what may be the last hours of his life suddenly split in two and now he was forced to make a choice. His mind could not cope and started to react by sending him into a madness of panic and confusion.

Out of the blue though this woman’s voice called out to him in such a calm and soothing manner he had never known before. Spinning around in circles he couldn’t see her anywhere yet she had to be close for him to hear her over the wind. Stopping and closing his eyes he tried everything he could to shake it off and to stop her from calling to him but nothing worked and soon he succumb and answered back. Asking where she was she replied inside of him, outside of him and all around him. She explained that she was his guide and she was speaking up because he had reached out to her and asked for her help. For the next 24 minutes they talked and soon he had calmed down and began to look at the roads which lay in front of him. He had three choices here and had to make one, and make it quickly. He was now aware of how weak he was becoming from the rain and the storm that engulfed him. Looking back he knew that was not a choice to be made so he looked forward. Left then right, left then right he kept looking till finally he spotted it in the gravel. Tire tracks from a car or perhaps a pick-up that had taken the corner fast enough to leave the ridges only tires could leave. Then as he focused on them he became more and more aware of all the others that had traveled that route before. Smiling he looked up in the night sky and gleamed at the storm with a surge of refreshed energy and yelled out to it.

"BRING IT ON YOU THUNDERING BITCH!!!!!!!" He shouted, "I HAVE YOU BEAT AND YOU KNOW IT!", this had somehow made him feel better and soon he was heading down that fork in the road skipping along as happy as could be. This was short lasted though as the storm had already taken to much from him, worn him down to much for him to really have recovered.

He crested the next hill and off in the flickering shadows of the lightning that was headed his way he saw a shadow of a barn, but was it a barn? By God no it was a house and that meant he had survived. Running he made his way down the road before jumping a fence and cutting across a field towards the house. 15 minutes later he was standing at the front door and like some school boy on his first date he frantically tried to fix his hair and look as presentable as the weather had allowed him to become.

After what seemed like an eternity of knocking on the door and not having heard a sound come from with-in he began to wonder if anyone was even home. Perhaps they had gone on holidays or were trapped back in town where he should have stayed. He walked around to the back of the house and looked to see if there was a shed that perhaps he could ride the storm out in till at least morning, something that would hopefully have a form of heat or at the very least where he could get out of the cold. Perhaps by daylight the owners would be back and they could call someone to help him.

Arriving in the backyard he saw nothing, not even a garden shed or dog house that he could use for shelter. How could this be he wondered to himself. Maybe no one lived here, maybe the house was empty …… maybe he was imagining it. Slowly he walked along the house, reaching out every so often to touch it, making sure in fact it was real and that his mind wasn’t playing games on him. Looking through each window carefully he couldn’t make anything out. It was dark inside and there were no shadows to be seen, no dog barking, really no signs of life.

He was about 5 yards from the back door when he passed the last window. A small one at that, perhaps a bathroom or a laundry room. The window was shattered and the branch was still partially hanging on the edge. He peered in and after several minutes his eyes adjusted enough that he could start to make out things. Under the window was a counter and a sink, off to the left a shower and across the room a toilet. Pausing he debated if he should climb through it or not. Maybe there would be some old farmer on the other side with a rifle and a bullet with his name on it. Yet no one had answered the door, not even a light had flickered in a room indicating any kind of life.

He knocked out the last couple pieces of glass which fell to the counter below shattering again into smaller pieces yet with an echo ringing out like a church’s bell on a Sunday morning. Slowly he lifted himself up and began to climb in through the window careful not to cut himself on any piece of glass which he may have missed. Finally through the window he squatted there for a few minutes listening for any signs of life coming from within the house. Turning, a Bolt of lightning flashed behind him bright enough that he could make out the entire room as if it were daytime. That’s when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

It was the reflection of a man obviously beaten by the weather outside, his clothes were soaked through and the water now was pooling under him as he remained still squatted. His hair could have rivaled that of even Medusa or Tina Turner back many years ago. Yet even as he was badly beaten from the elements outside there was still something very masculine and manly about him, something that not even a magazine could reproduce. He chuckled slightly and images of comic books read long ago flashed through his memory, and before he knew it he was humming the Spiderman song to himself.

Now climbing down from the counter and moving away from the broken glass that laid on the floor he made his way to the door. Carefully peering around the corner he now could make out that people in fact lived here but must have been away………..and hopefully wouldn’t be back till long after he left. Stepping out of the bathroom he wondered if he should go any further but curiosity getting the better of him he stepped forth. Stopping he looked down and realized his shoes were covered in mud so quickly he took them off as he wasn’t there to rob anything or hurt anyone but just a poor man that was in need of some much needed shelter during a terrible and somewhat terrifying storm.

Further into the house he traveled getting bolder and bolder in his movement. He tried several switches but the power was out and it was only after his eyes finally adjusted to the lack of light that he could make the hazy and somewhat familiar images out. He was careful where he walked as he didn’t want to knock anything over nor get anything wet as this wasn’t his home and he really was a well mannered and honest man. Turning the last corner he suddenly was looking up a set of stairs and from what he could see perhaps the most elegant stairs he ever had seen. Pausing he decided not to head up as it would be invading someone else’s privacy and after all he was soaked to the bone, the cold now starting to nip at him and take hold.

The lights suddenly came on and he nearly wet himself right then and there if it were possible to be any wetter than he was. It spooked him at first and then after a few minutes to calm down he settled back in. He looked around the house, finely decorated and with a twinge of a western theme so he thought. He saw a saddle off in the corner and riding boots under. The table beside him laid a crop which he reached out and picked up. It looked different than any he had ever seen yet it had a magical effect on him.

Ahh well no-one is here he thought to himself and realizing how wet he was he made his way back to the laundry room where he stripped down to his purest manly state. Taking all his clothes he emptied the pockets out and placed everything on the counter beside the dryer. Tossing his clothes in he turned it on and thought how nice it would be to have some dry clothes. The cool air felt oddly enough comforting against his naked body, almost as if it were reaching out to caress him. Yet a few minutes later he started to feel the chill in the air and needed to get warm.

Back to the bathroom he went where he took with him the broom and dustpan he found in the laundry room. First he cleaned the glass up and then began to run a nice hot bath in which he would soak till his clothes were dry. The glass all cleaned he slowly slipped into the tub as the water almost sizzled against his flesh. Totally submersed in the bath he laid back and began to daydream and relive the evening events that brought him here in the first place. Just as he was getting to the part where his car broke down the lights flickered several times and once again the room went completely black.

It was about this time she had woken for a brief moment, perhaps from an odd noise downstairs, or coming in from outside. Her window slightly open she got out of bed still half asleep and went to close it. Turning back to her bed she quickly climbed in and soon enough had fallen back into a deep sleep once again.

“Shit!”, he muttered to himself not to loudly, “someone is home.”

He froze still as he laid there still in the bath. What was he going to do? How would he ever explain it? No clothes, no nothing…… a broken window, ohh he would be in so much trouble he thought to himself. Patiently he waited for more sounds, sounds of someone coming towards him maybe. Yet there was nothing but the sound of the storm outside. He laid there for the next hour, his body soaking the heat of the water in and his mind racing in circles of all the what if’s.

Finally he had convinced himself that maybe it was a cat jumping off a bed or something, but as there hadn’t been any other sound it surely couldn’t be that of a person. Standing he reached for a towel he had seen earlier on and he began to dry himself off. Remembering that there had been a robe on the door he reached out for it and for the first time that even he felt warm, truly warm.

He walked out of the bathroom and back through the main level of the house. His eyes having adjusted to the darkness once again he couldn’t see any signs of someone having been there. Nothing seemed moved or disturbed and nothing had changed. Again he was at the foot of the stairs looking up, and he debated if he should go any further. But as he stood there it was almost as if someone was calling out to him, yearning for him not to turn back but to go forward which he did.

One step at a time he made his way up, his mind not on where he was going to, but rather how nice this robe felt against his naked body under. It was short and barely covered his butt, a woman’s robe for sure he thought. Made of a soft silky material it soothed his flesh and soon he found that he was getting turned on by the feeling it created. His manhood slowly filled with more and more blood and began to stand proud and erect. It was wanting and it was needing and his hand instinctively reached down and he began to touch himself. As he reached the first landing he was as hard as he ever had been in his life. Stopping he looked down and could make out the image of his manhood as his hand wrapped around it slowly stroking back and forth. This robe he thought to himself is what had done it, the scent, the softness, the feeling against him was just all to powerful.

Turning he headed up from the landing till he reached the top of the stairs where suddenly he was confronted with the horrifying reality that he wasn’t alone.

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He stood there for what seemed like hours, yet really was only a couple seconds. There in front of him he could clearly see the warm glow of candles as they flickered ever so softly from a room down the hall. It was to late to turn back and run he thought, surely they would hear him as he fled down the stairs and God only knows he didn’t want to be shot in the back especially not in a woman’s robe. Slowly he made his way down the hall till he reached the first door. Carefully he peered in and much to his relief the room was empty, empty of people anyways. He could se yet more riding equipment including that of other crops similar to the one he found downstairs. Picking one up he looked at and it to seemed odd in design to him yet what did he know about riding anyways. He held it in his hand and proceeded down the hallway to the next room.

Finally he reached the last room and yet not seen anyone. He knew this was it, the moment of truth. Half scared to death and half oddly enough excited he peered through the crack of the door that stood in front of him. Blinking rapidly his eyes surely had deceived him as there on this great bed in the room laid fast asleep the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Standing there he looked away and then looked back yet she remained on the bed, motionless with the only covering of a comforter to which covered only one foot.

Moving now to the center of the doorway he stood there careful not to make a sound. His feet sliding along the floor as not to let any boards creek beneath him, his breathing for as rapid as it had become remained silent and his hand now reach back to his loins and took a hold of himself once more. There he was, this normally mild mannered even tempered man standing in some strange house looking at a beautiful woman he had never seen before stroking himself softly to a music only he could hear.

She was beautiful laying there on the bed with the soft seductive candle light caressing her partially clad body. Laying on her back, he could make out all her features including that of the sexiest and probably silkiest teddy he had ever seen. He looked her over from head to toe and as his eyes fixated upon her body he became more and more aware of how hard he was getting in his own hand. Her face he thought was that of an Angel, yet it was somewhat familiar. Her shoulders and arms bare to the vanilla scent that filed the room showing a muscular tone yet one that remained very feminine indeed which was slightly graced but her short hair. He knew from the little he saw that her skin would be as soft as that of the very clouds that this Angel would grace in the Heavens above. Her neck looked so kissable he thought to himself with the one ear slightly showing he imagined himself making love to her, kissing her neck as he moved towards her ear softly pulling it in his mouth, his teeth grazing over top of it and the warmth of his hot breath soothing it and taking her to her own Heaven. His eyes moved lower to her breasts and while he could not actually see them he could tell from the little mounds that reached up towards the Gods above that she was of a moderate size and even in the faint glow that filled the room he could easily make out the outline of one nipple. The more he looked the more turned on he became, the closer his body came to taking over in animalistic lust. Her stomach was covered completely by the teddy she had on. He could see the frills and lace that made much of the decoration with the soft and smooth red silk that lay under and next to her skin to which e felt an odd jealousy towards. Still lower his eyes traveled till they reached her most private of spots and completely out of character he did not feel at all ashamed to be standing there admiring and yet at the same time lusting for her. It was there that the silk Teddy that graced her body came to meet with the tiniest of frills as it passed between her inner thighs. Her hand which was just slightly to the side he wondered to himself it had been there for a reason, perhaps touching her soft lips lost in some fantasy. There was no traces of any hairs and he figured that she must keep herself well shaved again sending a throb racing down his swollen member as this thought alone turned him on even more and he wanted so badly to climb in the bed between her legs and kiss her inner reaches, running his tongue across those innocent lips that lay in front of him. He then pictured what it would be like to be there hidden from view, her completely unaware of his presence watching as she touched herself, pleasing herself and ultimately climaxed before his eyes. Her fingers moved slightly yet he remained still and continued to watch, to look and to admire this Angel which lay in front of him. She had short nails that too were painted red which he deducted was her favorite color. Forcing himself to break free of where his eyes had fixated and his desires had lusted for he looked down her legs and to her feet. Again her toe nails were red, and her feet were rather small he thought for a woman of her height yet they remained as equally sexy and desirable as the rest of her. He thought of what it would be like being inside of her, his manhood slowly moving in and out, her chest heaving in rhythm with nipples standing straight out wanting to be pinched and played with, and her foot held in his hand as he kissed it and made love to it equally as he did the rest of her. He wondered how she would like that, how she would react, how far he could drive her to the edge and if he could keep her there. Ohh how he wanted her, and how much harder by the second it became for him to fight the urges that ran rampant through his body, his inner being all caused by the bare animalistic lust that was boiling over inside and the draw that she was having onto him.

A loud thunder boom echoed in the sky, startling him out of his fantasy that he was dreaming and caused her to stir. At first he ducked down so that if she should have woken she wouldn’t see him there. Yet instead she only moved slightly and then rolled over onto her stomach. Getting resettled she moved around a bit till she came to rest with her legs parted wide and the most incredible heart shaped ass he had ever seen in his life. The best of all there it was, not in some dream, not in a magazine or nor a movie but instead right there in front of his face and only a few feet away fully exposed as the Teddy she had on did not begin to open back up till it reached her hips. Ohh how incredible it was, how it called to him and how badly he wanted it. The one hand that had engulfed his swollen manhood had begun moving faster back and forth along his thick and swollen shaft. His fingers moving as far as the tip and then back down again, the tips pressing slightly against the vein with a grip that not even God himself could have pulled apart. He looked back again and noticed the dark staining that only her wetness could have caused.

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That’s when it happened. That’s the moment he knew there was no turning back and that he would soon cross over from being a man to that of a member of animal kingdom. Slowly standing his hand let go, yet he remained as hard as a rock. His other hand he hadn’t even notice still held the crop tightly in it and it would not let go. Fully standing there now the robe he had on fell to the floor, with only a soft whisper as it landed. Now completely naked again he moved forward, his body having taken over from his mind, his desires taken over from that of his soul and he was going to have her no matter what. Reaching the foot of her bed he placed one knee softly as possible on it so not to disturb her. Then the next and with his full weight now on the bed he moved cautiously up between her legs. His hand with which he held the crop reached out on its own and with the crop he tapped her leg lightly moving it even more open to which she followed its direction. Bolder and bolder in those next few seconds he became.

He now knelt between her legs, his knees even with hers. Her incredible and sexy ass right there before him begging to be touched, grabbed and even spanked in his mind’s eye. He sat there fighting with the last ounce of decent strength he had in him not to go any further. Thinking to himself he could have easily stayed there and masturbated till he climaxed, covering those cheeks that were mere inches now away. Yet his body and his urges wouldn’t let him, they had to have her. He had to have her!

He began to lean forward till his body hovered above hers. The tip of his erect and hard member hovered between yet over her as he slid down just slightly to position himself for entry into what surely would be heaven. His hands moved to either side and the crop was now less than an inch away from her neck. Leaning further forward he could smell her sweet perfume and it engulfed his mind now to. While he may be about to do the unthinkable to her really he already had become hers. Tilting his face forward he planted the first of several kisses so lightly upon the back of her neck that even a feather could not have landed any softer. First it was one followed by a pause and as she laid their under him not yet moving he placed yet another and another. His lips barely touching her causing goose bumps to rise, the tip of his hot wet tongue ever so softly dancing between them and the soothing warmth of his breath caressing all. She had now started to react. Not the reaction he had expected as she moaned slightly and taken a deep breath. Perhaps she was in a dream and had thought this was part of it. This only made him bolder and more aggressive. He took his one hand and lightly ran it along the cheek of the same side. Ohh how soft her skin was indeed. His fingers moved back and forth and then they felt the teddy she had on. They moved slightly under and ran down now between her cheeks. He felt her soft ass as they passed over and knew that to was something he had to have yet they didn’t stay long and continued down lower yet. She was moist indeed he discovered, hell she was wet he thought to himself with such contention as if it were because of him. His hand slipped from under her teddy but not before leaving it to one side exposing her most inner depth to him. He brought it up to his mouth and with his tongue out tasted her for the first time. It was pure heaven indeed!

It was just as he was reaching for his third finger she moved. Her legs straightening out, her body stretching beneath him. She felt something strange between her legs and that’s when she woke suddenly from her deep sleep filled with intense passion and frenzy of earlier. As she tried to move she was restricted cause of his arms that firmly now lay planted on hers and his legs between her own. Her sudden movement caused her to press back against him and the tip of his manhood which was covered in his own pre-cum entered into her soft, wet love cannel. Ohhh God how that felt, how incredible wonderful it felt indeed. He collapsed onto her from the intensity of it of course causing her to scream out in panic. He pushed harder against her forcing himself deeper yet into her. His mind racing, her mind confused and panicking. Still screaming for help he quickly moved his hand over to her face so he could grab her mouth and silence her but instead the crop pressed against her throat.

She woke in a state of panic, and confusion. Quickly gaining her senses she realized this was not her lover inside of her or as she no longer had one and her last had been another woman. This was a man instead, and he was in her, ohh god he was deep inside of her with a warmth she had long forgotten. She felt the crop against her neck and not knowing what it was quickly stopped screaming and tearfully begged him to stop. She offered him money and jewelry, her car, anything he wanted but got no reply. Tears formed in her eyes and she knew that he would probably have his way with her, any way he wanted to. She knew from the feeling it was not a knife he held against her nor that of a barrel from a gun. It was familiar yet strange, smooth yet rough, yet not knowing she figured she best not fight back just yet and let him have his way. Of course the first chance she had she would fight him and try to get free.

His hips had pushed harder against her, now even deeper than before he continued till he was all the way in her, totally engulfed by her tenderness and sweetness. One hand now reached around the front and to his amazement he found her nipple to be as hard as could be. He pinched it between her fingers and pulled lightly away with it still trapped there. His hips began the motion that two lovers would make in the throws of passion, moving in and out of her lifeless body which had succumb to him underneath. She begged him to stop, yet he didn’t hear that. Her body trying to wrangle free yet getting no where. The crop pressed harder to her throat and she had to stop begging as she could barely breath. Feeling this he relaxed just enough to let the air pass into her lungs and out again yet maintained a firm control on this incredibly beautiful body that he was so deep inside.

Not wanting to miss the feeling of any part of her body he reach behind her and ripped the teddy free from her back and then pulled it away from the front. She held her eyes tightly shut hoping this was just some perverse dream she was having and not at all real as it was. His hand moved down in front of her between her legs and with one pull he had torn the crotch free from between her legs. His hand moved back down and he felt her tender and swollen rosebud for the first time. It was at that moment he knew he had to taste her, he had to run his tongue deep inside of her and he had to have her in every way known. Lifting his legs over hers and forcing her to close hers she felt him as he suddenly seemed much bigger inside. Then sitting up he placed his hands onto her back to keep her down on the bed.

Was this her chance she thought to herself and before she had time to react he spoke to her for the very first time.

“Put your hands behind your back Sweet Angel,” he demanded of her, “do it or else.”

His voice sounded so familiar, yet different. It was soothing yet demanding. He was in control and they both knew it. Complying she placed her hands behind her back and he took them with his and crossed them over. Reaching back for the teddy or what was left of it he tore it with a loud ripping sound into a long narrow piece and from that began to tie her hands.

“There that outta hold you quite well”, he muttered to her and suddenly pulled out of her. His manhood now rested between her cheeks and the tip glistened with her juices all over it. He looked down and could she the beat of the blood being pumped into it as it laid there and pulsated. He reached down and rubbed it against her tiny ass and lightly pushed against it. She contracted her muscles so not to let him in and he could feel that. Even though he had in fact crossed the line he still felt very much for her with passion and an honest concern. So he pressed no further and instead with one motion drove it back into where he had just taken it from. This caused her to moan aloud but not in a painful moan per say but one someone could almost take as being from lust itself.

Grabbing yet another piece from the teddy he folded it and made a makeshift blindfold which he soon had her eyes covered and a knot tied behind her head. This made him feel more at ease as she couldn’t recognize him if someone should ever catch him and place him in a lineup. He started moving his hips back and forth and slid in and out of her watching in the candlelight as he disappeared into her. He watched her ass as he pressed against it and then away, his hands reaching down and tenderly yet controllably squeezing and parting it. Massaging it, making love to it. He brought a hand to his mouth where he placed some saliva onto a couple fingers and as he did so he could smell her sweet scent on them still. The scent only managed to make him thrust deeper and harder in her and caused her to let out an even louder moan which he thought for a second to be that of pleasure not that of one you would expect from a woman who was in all reality being by a complete stranger. His hand moved back down and instead of cupping her cheek his fingers pressed against her sweet and tender blossom leaving the saliva there. His hand moved back again and cupped the free cheek and as he parted them he looked down and would have to thrust again deep inside of her. His fingers slowly reached for the saliva and began to rub it against her ass. Pushing harder and harder and watching as she couldn’t hold the tension any longer. His index finger was the first to stop over top and slip inside of her, inside a place that really caused him to loose all control. He watched as it went deeper and deeper, yet he could still see the nail. She was tight in deed and it felt incredible as it engulfed his finger. Slowly and methodically it traveled deeper yet till he had it in so far that he could feel himself as he had continued to thrust his manhood into him. She laid there, her body being opened and explored in everyway possible by someone whom she didn’t know.

Nearing an orgasm he had to pull out from inside of her. First was his finger then his manhood. He didn’t want this incredible feeling that surrounded his body to end nor did he want to loose what he had gained. He moved off of her and told her to lay still. She felt him as he slowly got up and moved of the bed but not out of the room. He looked around the room and saw a couple more candles which he quickly lit so that he could see her even better than before. Next he proceeded to look around the room maybe to get an idea if she was married or was living with someone. Opening the closet he was met with an incredible assortment of outfits and attire. From jeans to evening gowns, to even some sheer nightgowns and lingerie. Next he started opening the drawers in her dresser and looking through all her undergarments which laid neatly sorted and arranged. Having gone as far as he had he knew there was no turning back now and his animal side had taken a full grip and control of him.

She could hear him going through the drawers one by one. Knowing what lay in the drawers she knew it was fruitless for her to claim her ‘husband’ would be home anytime soon. She also knew that he would eventually find her secret drawer and while that frightened her, she felt somewhat a rush and wish that she could see the look on his face when he opened it. Quickly scanning through her mind she summarized what was in fact in it. The lotions, oils, powders and of course her toys.

“OH MY GOD, the cuffs”, she muttered out loud when she realized that in the drawer laid her restraints and play cuffs as well.

“What did you say, Angel?” he replied.

“Nothing”, she said with a pause, “nothing at all”. Yet somehow she knew it was to late and he had heard her.

With one Drawer left to open she moved slightly on the bed which startled him as well as made him fear she was trying to free herself. Reactively his hand swung out towards her and even though she was out of his reach the crop which he had still held wasn’t. With a soft yet firm motion it slapped against her right cheek, the sound echoing through the room. She let out a yelp more from surprise than anything as she couldn’t see it coming, yet at the same time she enjoyed the feelings and sensations it brought forth. So again she moved, just enough that he would notice but not enough hopefully to make him think anything serious, after all who knew what he was capable of? Again he gave her a slap with the crop just as soft and yet controlling and firm as the first. This little game went on for several minutes before he finally clued in how much she was actually enjoying it. As much as he was enjoying it too.

Turning back to the last drawer he opened it and before him lay many things, some of which he had never seen before yet most he knew exactly what and why she had them. His manhood let out a throb reminding him of why he was there in the first place and reminding him what he had yet to finish. Reaching in he grabbed the leather cuffs that sat off in the corner. There were four of them and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with them. Turing back to her he now rolled her over and for the first time saw her naked body as it lay before him, so soft, so sweet and so beautiful.

Softly he muttered out “You really are an Angel”.

It was hearing those words that sent a chill of almost excitement through her body. No longer did she fear him hurting her or worse but instead she knew that she would be okay at the end of all this. In fact in some sort of perverse way she actually hoped he would do everything to her that she had ever imagined.

He took each ankle and wrapped the cuff around them and with the leather straps he found tied her legs to the corners of the bed. The he proceeded to tie her hands next again fastening them to the corners of the bed. Finally the last thing he did was reach for a blindfold that he had grabbed to. Knowing how tricky this would be he told her to close her eyes and to keep them closed till he said otherwise. He told her that if she didn’t listen he would have to do something that neither of them would want done fully knowing he couldn’t go that far himself and it was more of an empty threat than anything. Funny thing was that while it sent shivers through her body of fear that this was really real and that she wasn’t living out some fantasy knowing the person involved he was in fact a stranger and he could in fact bring her great harm. Yet somehow she knew he wouldn’t.

With the blindfold properly in place he told her that she could open her eyes which she did and could see nothing. Completely naked before him, completely exposed to his eyes and completely helpless to his whims and wills she laid there not knowing what would happen next.

He sat there next to her for the next 10 minutes looking at her body. It was now fully exposed to him and he could see everything. His hand reached out and began to touch her and play with her. From brushing her cheek to pinching her nipples, from running his nails along her sides to spreading her lips apart and looking at the soft pink skin that still glistened with her juices. Getting up he moved back to the foot of the bed and made his way up between her legs. She figured he was going to just do it and get it over yet was completely taken by surprise with what happen next.

He stopped with his knees by her feet and his hand reached out and up in between her thighs. In it he had one of her toys, a vibrator that while it was long and thick had a small protrusion shaped like a dolphin to the side. He knew what it was for as he and his ex had used them many times before. This was something he loved to do and loved to watch. Slowly he inserted it into her watching as her outer lips parted and engulfed it. He slowly moved it in and out of her watching as the toy disappeared inside of her and back out. Each time he pushed a lil further and closer to till the dolphin finally reached her swollen clit. He knew she was getting turned on, he knew her body was betraying her and he loved every second of it. Reaching out with his other hand he turned it on and watched as her body tightened up as the vibrations raced through her body. He continued to tease her and play with her for the next couple hours like this. Finally wanting to see her climax before his eyes, to watch her as her body succumb to him and announced that she was his, he ran the toy deep into her and held it there, the little dolphin buzzing away happily against her clit. As she began to tense and tighten around the object that was deep inside and bringing her pleasure that half of her wanted and the other half was fighting against he did the one thing that took all fight in her out.

He leaned forward and with his mouth began to pull her clit in where he pinched it lightly between his teeth and with his tongue he began to flick it back and forth across. Ohh god how good that felt she thought as she grew closer to an uncontrollable climax that soon would rip through her body and into her soul. He could taste her and feel her climax as it built from deep inside. Then just as he had the first time entered her with a quick and sudden thrust he pulled the toy out form in her and placed his mouth over her. His upper lip pushed against her clit not taking from the sensations that had brought her to this point but now his tongue dove deep inside of her and he could feel her getting hotter and wetter by the second. He twisted and turned his tongue around deep inside savoring every drop of her juice, engulfed by the softness that surrounded it. He began to hum sending a new set of vibrations roaring through her and taking her over the edge like never before. She cried out as her pelvis reached up to him wanting more, as she in fact was having her first orgasm but certainly not her last.

So should I finnish it?


diesel_118 33M

4/7/2006 1:52 pm

Yes pleade do finish it. I love it so far. By the way that's a hell of a nice ass lol ...got any more pics of it? -Diesel-


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