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Night Series Part I
Night Series Part I
This is a repost of a story I start way back when but never completed. I'm going to finish it in the next couple days provided nobody kicks my ass in the middle of the night when I think I'm sleeping. I figure it's easier for anyone who wants to catch up on it than linking to my previous posts from last year.
Other plans for stories include Tiller's Making Up For Being Gone (she now has a new blog [blog his_babygurl]). I don't know if her friends Caress and Saddle will join her, or if any of you other lovely Blogville ladies intend to offer your services.
So, on to the story, I hope you enjoy it.
"You're going to fuck me", the buxom woman said to him.
"I am? And just what exactly makes you think that?" he replied, looking confused at this lovely creature who had walked up to him in the middle of the supermarket and announced this so matter-of-factly.
"Because you want to, and I want you to."
"I don't even know you..."
He looked at her dubiously, and then started glancing about trying to find the hidden camera. It may have been ages since he had last gotten laid, but he was no fool. A woman coming up to him and basically demanding sex was trouble. Women just didn't do that sort of thing, at least not with him, and certainly not without an ulterior motive.
"Ah huh. Let me take a rain check on that one. I have to finish shopping and get some work done."
"You will fuck me." With that, she turned on a heel, sashaying away on her black stilettos with the most delightful swinging of her hips and her hair swishing about her shoulders.
Jesus, could she get any more stereotypical?
He shook his head, wondering what that was all about and finished filling the cage on wheels with his food for the week, making it a point to stop in the freezer aisle and get his OJ. He'd run out this weekend and didn't get a chance to get to the market before breakfast the next morning. As a result, he ended up cranky all day, much to the chagrin of all his friends.
Returning home, he had all but forgotten about the lovely woman he saw at the supermarket. He couldn't remember deciding she was lovely. A few posts in various blogs around the Internet took care of that thought, and some hours later, TV took care of all thoughts.
Later that night, he couldn't quite seem to fall asleep. After much tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfortable, he decided he would get up and do some work. He snapped the lights on and jumped in fright at seeing the woman from the supermarket standing completely nude in front of his bed, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Forgetting about being naked, he snatched up the bokken he kept by his bedside and leapt out of bed.
"How the HELL did you get in here?! I don't care if you want to fuck me, get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!"
"Silly, you have a nice piece of equipment; you don't need that big wooden stick to satisfy me. And I may be a good lay, but I don't think I could take something that long."
"What the hell are you talking about? Get out of here!"
He couldn't help but notice her nudity, her erect nipples which seemed to call to him. She licked her lips seductively and slid her hands up to cup her beautiful breasts.
"Hmm, you like these don't you? Go ahead and look I want you to." She started teasing her nipples, letting out a gentle sigh. Strange feelings began to wash over him, and he found himself suddenly and unmistakably aroused.
"Mm that's it. Look at them. I like it when you look."
He tore his eyes away and slammed them shut.
"Stop that! What kind of crazy hypnotism is this?"
"It's not hypnotism. Your cock just knows what it wants. It's been missing out on pleasure for a while, and you haven't bothered to help it find a nice warm wet place."
"I said get out."
"I can't go. You want me here. Look at my titties. Look at my bare cunny. C'mon open your eyes and look."
"If you don't look, I'll just have to come touch you then."
"Stay right theRE HEY!" Suddenly, her hand was on his cock, rubbing up and down. He tried to move away but every time he moved, the hand followed.
"Doesn't that feel nice?"
"No! Get out of here damnit."
"Mm I love this cock. C'mon look at me now. You can look it's ok." The feel of the bokken in his hands vanished, and his eyes popped open in surprise looking for it. This put him face to face with her swaying breasts, their hypnotic effect quickly taking over.
"Oh that's better isn't it? Go ahead and touch now."
Moving of their own accord, his hands slipped up to cup the two orbs.
"Mmm that feels very good. My pussy is dripping now. Look at my pussy, isn't it yummy?"
He couldn't help but look down at the moist pink lips that seemed to smile at him, her little bud standing out proudly from its sheath. Feelings of lust washed over him as he stared, kneading her breasts, and toying with her nipples.
"Mm time to cum now. Give me a nice big one, all over my pussy."
Her other hand slipped to gently play with his balls, the first stroking faster, gliding over his sensitive skin. The two working together seemed to be calling the cum out of him, and he fought to stop it.
"Ahh here it comes! Shoot! Shoot your cum all over me!"
Thick ropes of cream sprayed from him as stars crashed across his eyes, splattering her tummy, tits, and slit as she giggled and gasped, encouraging him to coat her with it. The last thing he remembered was her dragging her finger through the sticky substance and sucking it clean, moaning as she did so.
He sat up abruptly in bed, his head pounding like a four alarm hangover. Memories of the night came screaming back to him, and he searched the room for the mystery woman. The bokken was strangely still sitting by the bed. A quick search of his apartment revealed it empty as well.
"It was all just a dream. Phew..what a night."