Sylvia’s Initiation: Blue Existence and Red Lust now available!

The first two parts of the trilogy of Sylvia’s Intiation are currently for sale at Sizzler’s Editions (http://shop.renebooks.com/default.asp).  The three novels explore the dangerous, slippery slope from those experimenting with sex after a upbringing in a strict religious enviroment.  Sylvia, a nurse by profession is unhappy with her single status and her view on how all men seem to be after is sex.  To her, sex is dirty and humiliating act only meant for the procreation of the human race.  But a chance encounter with a college professor starts her down this new path.  Will Sylvia go too far?  Or will she cast off the shackles of her impressionable years and embrace sexuality for what it is?

Sylvia's Initiation: Blue Existence

Blurb for Sylvia’s Initiation: Blue Existence

Erotica noir at its darkest and most disturbing. Sylvia Meyers, a nurse who was brought up in an orphanage.  Sylvia seeks true love and scorns the those only interested in sex.  But that all changes when she meets visiting professor Nick Dekker.  Nick is open, honest and very experienced.  Sylvia finds herself intrigued by his matter-of-fact attitude towards sex.  She decided to let him teach her.  Nick helps Sylvia break through the Catholic upbringing even after she regresses after a particular terrible dream.  Sylvia becomes a sexual explorer.  Straight, anal, light bondages and multiple partners are experienced.  Each one permits her to delve deeper and deeper into sexual awareness.  Sylvia also unwittingly becomes a slave to erotic sensations. Can she break the addiction – and should she if she can?

Sylvia's Initiation: Red Lust

Blurb for Sylvia’s Initiation: Red Lust

After discovering her lover was a con-artist, Sylvia takes her hatred towards men to new heights as she begins to experiment in bondage.  Like a moth to a flame Brian Henson is caught up in Sylvia’s web of erotic torment.  In addition to Brian, Sylvia “recruits” her co-worker, Tiffany comes over to witness Brian’s punishment.  During the heat of the action Tiffany finds herself wanting to submit to Sylvia’s sexual domination.  Lives, pleasures and punishments begin to become woven into a dangerous tapestry as Brian and Tiffany vie for Sylvia’s attention.  But Sylvia’s Catholic upbringing once more rears it’s ugly head.  Is Sylvia damning herself or is it all just her imagination?A passionate and wildly erotic tale of sexual initiation by a master of BDSM erotica!   If you liked the first book, SYLVIA’S INITIATION I, then you will absolutely think that this new book in the series is just as hot – if not even hotter!

Like Sexy Shorts?

Recently I’ve sent out and had published two short stories on Every Night Erotica’s website (www.everynighterotica.com).  Here’s what you’ll find of mine there:

Subway.  This tale is all about a young woman commuting to work and feeling a little frustrated since she’s been single (and horny) for so long.  What starts out as a commute turns into her being “felt up” in a crowed subway car.

A Silk Distraction.  What woman doesn’t hate their period?  Tired, aching and cranky a woman finds her boyfriend Lenny a bit too “aroused” during this time.  But a chance conversation about her newly purchased silk gloves leads her out of the sore mental cave and into the realm of hot erotic passion.

Again you can search for them here:

http://www.everynighterotica.com/

Enjoy!

Chris

Review for Deviant Ark

My sci-fi/erotica/romance novel Deviant Ark has gained it’s first review!  Check out what Siren Book Reviews had to say about it!

http://sirenbookreviews.blogspot.com/2011/01/christopher-newman-deviant-ark.html?zx=3b0827bb4aef3e22

Gay Pride Month

Deviant Ark from Red Rose Publishing

In honor of Gay Pride Month I am pleased to announce “Deviant Ark” is out.  Dedicated to those fighting Prop 8 in California I wanted to show the passion, integrity, intelligence and bravery of those putting everything on the line to live as they see fit.  Without rules or restrictions for race, creed, color or sexual preference.

Imagine a unified Humanity without national boundaries and a common goal for the good of the species.  Sounds like a wonderful future–but it’s not.  All Christian based religions are rolled into a single faith, the First Church of Humanity.  The other sects of faith are morphed into The Golden Temple of Enlightenment.  The right to bear arms has been removed, only the government agencies are permitted to own and use firearms.  Earth is an exclusive paradise.  Obtainable by the average human but only if you tow the party line and uphold the laws of Humanity.  Most people off-planet have never been to Earth, they work in a caste system that rarely allows upward movement into the cream of society.  But above and beyond these troubling changes comes the very worse–the outlawing of homosexuality, BDSM and other “subversive” sexual practices or fetishes.

On the Mars Colonies a hidden group of resistance fighters are trying to overthrow the oppressive government.  They’ve named themselves the Free Mars Movement.  One cell leader is Marlene Strombollo, a lesbian living in a “lavender” marriage to a secretly gay man.  She works to restore the freedoms lost during the past 100 years.  Her lover Alice has been “outed” by a popular TV show “Who Wants a Sex Change?”.  Dragged off in front of the cameras and interrogated Alice becomes Al and Marlene is heartbroken.

In this volatile mix of politics and violence comes an unknown addition to Martian life.  A group of alien refugees, called the Ileana are fleeing their own oppressive government.  Refusing to pick a gender during the Age of Choosing they take to the stars and wind up seeking asylum on Mars.  The average Martians are disgusted by their dual gender and call them “Dualies”, treating them like second-class citizens.

Marlene finds herself attracted to one of these extraterrestrials.  C’est’a acts and talks like a woman–a woman who prefers the company of other women.  The tentative romance could possibly unite Free Mars with the Ileana people.  But will Mars erupt in civil war or will the Ileana’s home planet arrive to eradicate the perceived stain on their Emperor’s honor first?

It’s a race against the clock to expose the corruption in the Mars government, restore personal freedoms or face utter destruction.

My Beloved Enemy

Today is the release day for “My Beloved Enemy”!  Can Linh Ming Trung find love with an enemy soldier when her heart is still filled with hatred for the country he serves?
Ciao!
Chris

Today is the release day for “My Beloved Enemy”!  Can Linh Ming Trung find love with an enemy soldier when her heart is still filled with hatred for the country he serves?
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Ciao!Chris

Boss Lady

AUTHOR’S NOTE; The following story contains adult language, sexual situations and graphic scenes.  If you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW! Have you ever had one of those bosses who rides your ass and treats you like shit?  Well if you have or do here’s a story that will make you smile.

Boss Lady

“I can’t believe you of all people missed that defect on the last batch of parts!” my boss screeched.  “Rob I swear I have to watch you like you’re some sort of child.”

It had already been a bad day.  Now I’m in the office of Meghan Richards being chastised unfairly about some minor error.  The accumulation of a week of rotten luck every day increasing with a series of personal setbacks had brought me to a boiling point.  The final straw came with my live-in girlfriend leaving me in an explosive, shitty conclusion.  It was bad enough Lisa took off but she did so without so much as a goodbye.  I came home on Thursday afternoon at five-thirty to find her gone.

So much for her promise of true love, I thought to myself.

“Your job is to make sure all the samples on your table pass our inspection criteria,” Meghan snarled.  “You used to be someone we could count on what’s with you lately?”

“I’ve had a bad week,” I said barely containing my composure.  “My car is in the shop, my mother’s very ill and my girlfriend moved out on me without telling me why.”

“That’s no excuse at all Rob.  We don’t bring our personal problems to work.”

I snapped from her utter lack of compassion.

“Oh so when your husband left you for a younger woman last year it didn’t affect your attitude Ms. Richards?  Everyone on the plant floor has commented on how mean and hateful you’ve been since it happened,” I spat angrily.  “You’ve been busting every male employee’s balls every since your personal life went to shit.  So don’t stand there and tell me to leave my problems at the time clock until you can do the same.”

It was true.  Ms. Richards (she hated being called by her first name) had been riding roughshod on every guy in her department since her husband took off with a waitress.  When I first got hired she was sweet, pleasant and even kind.  Now if you were male and on fire she wouldn’t piss on you to put you out.

The look on her face was priceless and worth the cost of my job.  Her body flinched from my explosive comments.  Ms. Richards was shaped like a pear with an oval face, heavy breasts and a huge rear end.  Right now I so badly wanted to turn her over my knee and whip the meanness out of her I could barely contain myself.

“H-how dare you insinuate such a thing!” she shrieked.

“How dare I?  Because it’s true, that’s why.  You turned into a man-hater right after your hubby left you,” I answered.  “Somebody needed to say it to your face and since I’m probably going to get fired for it I nominated myself.  You need a major attitude adjustment Meghan!”

She recoiled once more, this time due to my use of her first name.  Her deep brown eyes blinked several times like a pole-axed cow.  It was as if I had struck her physically.  I watched her mouth move up and down with no sounds coming out.  It felt so damn good to render her speechless I got giddy with delight.

“You’re a damn fine looking woman and to stereotype all men in the same vein as your husband isn’t fair,” I continued my tirade.  “Most of us are decent people—understand?”

“You have a lot of nerve saying something like that to me,” she screeched.

“You need a good spanking.  Maybe that will straighten you out and knock you out of this nasty mood you’ve been in for the last thirteen months.  What you need is a long, hard and good fucking.”

She got in my face.  Ms. Richards was so close I could feel her hot breath on my cheeks and nose.  Her features twisted into a combination of anger and surprise.  To my shock she grabbed me by the junk and squeezed.

“And I suppose you’re the man for this job too?” she growled lowly.

The combination of her warm hand fondling my cock and balls and the nearness of her lips prompted me to do the unthinkable.  I grabbed the back of her head by the hair and smashed my lips against hers hard and passionately.  She was as shocked as I was.  I pushed my tongue into her mouth and greedily took all the pleasure I could from her.  Unwillingly at first she resisted me.  Then Meghan started to respond to my assault by returning the kiss with equal fervor and moaning in need.  We broke apart both gasping for air.

“You’re an arrogant bastard,” she half-snarled, half-groaned.

“And you’re a power-hungry, man-hating bitch,” I husked back.

“I loathe you!”

“And I despise the very sight of you.”

I attacked her with my mouth again, reached around with my free hand and grabbed a handful of her big, soft ass.  My boss moaned when I squeezed, pinched and groped her bodacious badunkadunk.  I was growing harder than I’d ever had before.  My cock was soon painfully entwined in my underwear and held in place by her stroking hand.  Never before had I had such a furious erection.  I pulled her head back and forced my tongue deeper into her willing mouth.  We stood there for a minute slacking our carnal thirsts in deep thrusts of our tongues and firm smearing of our lips.  It was incredible.  Both of us were forcefully taking what we wanted without regards to the other one’s needs.  I tore my lips off of hers and forced her to the floor with my fistful of her curly brown hair.

“You’re such a goddamn prick,” she snarled.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m teaching you a lesson in manners,” I growled.

“You haven’t got the balls and I’ll have you fired for this.  How dare you kiss me and grab me by the hair.”

She said it like she was shocked but the look in her eyes told me she wanted it, needed it and couldn’t wait for my domination to happen.

“Take off your shirt—now!” I demanded.

I twisted my fist in her hair and she grimaced in pain.  But to my utter shock and amazement she did as I commanded.  With trembling lips and shaking hands Meghan unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a white, lacy bra containing two full breasts bulging out of the top.  Her cleavage was deep, a chasm of erotic delight.  I wanted to suck her nipples, caress them, bite them and perhaps even fuck her between those glorious mounds.

“Take off that bra,” I directed her.

“You fucker,” she pretended to sob.

But she did it and the unabashed glory of her massive jugs made my mouth water.  Like two huge mountains topped with the prettiest pink caps I have ever seen made me horny as hell.  It was obvious she was aroused for her nipples were erect.

“Are you happy now?” she sneered.

“Shut up and take off your skirt,” I directed her.

“No.”

“What did you say?”

“I said no you bastard.”

I tugged her to her feet and pulled her over to the front of her desk while she squealed in pain the entire time.  Forcing her body over the top of the desk I moved my hand to the small of her back pinning her in place.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she cried out.

“Try me bitch,” I replied.  “You want this, I can tell.”

“No!”

I lifted the hem of her short skirt and exposed the hot red thong running between the crack of her huge wiggling ass.  The sight of her dynamic booty made my prick so stiff I would take a bet I could knock down doors with it.  Unzipping her skirt I let it fall down her legs.  She stepped out of it and I kicked the offending garment across the room.  I held her in place and raised my right hand over my shoulder.

I struck her ass and took great delight in the rippling motions my blow caused.  She let out a wail of shock and dismay which only lent fuel to my raging fire.

“Ouch! You motherfucker how dare you!” she screamed.

“This is for all the times you’ve yelled at me for no reason,” I bellowed.  “And this is for wearing the same underwear as some cheap slut.”

I struck her six rapid times leaving burning red handprints on her creamy white ass.  She cried out each time.  Shifting my aim I slapped her other cheek while she squirmed and tried to dodge my blows.  For a full three minutes I tanned her butt with my hand until my palm was sore and red like her ass.  I quickly reduced her to a sobbing mass of tenderized flesh.

“I h-hate you,” she stammered.

“No you don’t,” I remarked.

I slid my fingers down the red strip of material wedged between her butt-cheeks and groped her sodden wet pussy through the material.

“You’re excited, see?” I told her.  “You’ve wanted someone to do this for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes… I’ve been such a bitch.  I deserve to be punished,” she agreed with halting words.

“How did you know?”

“Shut up—I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

“I’m sorry Rob.  Please punish me for misbehaving I want you to.”

“Don’t move then.”

I released my hold on her and ran around to quickly unplug her computer and any other device that had a detachable cord.  Moving around the desk I pulled her chair in front of the desk and positioned it so I had room to maneuver.  I reached over and snaked my fingers into the back of her thong and pulled her off the desk.

“Kneel in front of the chair,” I instructed her.

With a tear stained expression she did as she was told.

“Hug the back of it,” I said next.

Meghan positioned herself as I commanded.  I took the cords and tied her wrists together.  Then I got her to stand up as far as she could and lashed her ankles to the legs of the chair.  In this half-bent over posture her opulent and red marked ass was sticking up in the air in a vulgar wanton display.

“W-what are you going to do?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” I answered.  “And you disobeyed me by speaking again.”

I had one remaining electrical cord left so I doubled it over and proceeded to whip her bottom until her entire body shook in painful pleasure.  Now her ass was criss-crossed with stripes running through the handprints I had marked her with.  For five minutes I worked her over until I was covered with a warm, wet sheen of sweat.  My shirt was soaked on the back and under the armpits.  I quickly undid my tie and removed the sweaty shirt.

“Are you properly chastised now?” I asked her. “You may speak slave.”

“Y-yes,” she blubbered.  “I’ve been so bad—I deserved, no I wanted this so badly.”

“Are you going to behave like a human being and treat your employees with respect?”

“Yes—I promise.”

“If not I’ll have to do this to you again.”

“Do you promise?”

I undid the bindings I had placed on her and Meghan slid to a squat.  Her hands cradled her scarlet and sore bottom.  She looked over her shoulder and something in her eyes told me she loved every minute of my rude treatment.  The hot passion which had driven me to spank her only increased in intensity from the sight of her beaten voluptuous curvature of her ass.

“W-what now?” she queried.

“Suck my prick,” I ordered.

She crawled towards me on hands and knees.  With quick and quivering fingers she yanked down my zipper, unclasped my belt and undid pants’ button.  Wearing a hungry expression she tugged down my khakis.  I stepped out of my trousers and pointed to my briefs which looked like a tent from the meat-pole hidden inside.  She took those off too.  I walked over and leaned against the desk.  Its surface was still warm from her body and I could feel the heat and dampness of her pussy on the skin of my ass.

My cock stood at attention waiting for her mouth eagerly twitching up and down.  I watched her examine the purple head, the dollop of pre-cum on the tip and the blue veins running along my shaft.  She licked her lips.

“Take it,” I told her.  “Suck my cock Meghan and you better do a good job or I’ll beat your ass again.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Rob,” she groaned.

She devoured me whole in one gulp.  I shuddered with pleasure as I watched my dick disappear into her full lips until my pubic hair tickled her.  For a second it looked like she had a short curly haired beard under her nose.  Meghan leaned back and I saw my shaft reappear wet and glistening from her saliva.  She cupped my aching balls with her hand and began to let me pump my meat in and out of her mouth.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, “eat me! T-take it all you dirty cocksucker.”

I watched her other hand snake down between her thick thighs and bypass the top of her naughty thong.

“Yeah that’s it,” I remarked, “stroke you pussy I like to watch you jerk off.  You’re such a bad girl Meghan.  Kneeling on the floor, sucking my cock and rubbing your cunt like some whore.  Are you my personal slut?”

“Yes,” she groaned past her mouthful of meat.

“Tell me you like it.”

“I love it—I love the taste of your cock.  I want to swallow your cum, smear it all over my face—drink you dry.”

I let her suckle me for several heated minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore.  I pushed her away and fought for air and any measure of control I could muster.  Meghan squatted there in front of me pouting from the removal of the hot piece of cock from her hungry mouth.

“S-stand up,” I stammered.  “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Finally,” she blubbered.  “I’ve wanted your cock in my wet cunt for a year now.  Ride me as hard as I’ve ridden you as your boss.”

I grabbed her arm and pushed her against the desk.  Snagging a pair of paperclips I spread them open and pinched her areolas.  Meghan shivered with hot delight when I slid them over her nipples.

“Ouch! Those hurt so good,” she moaned passionately.

I spun her around and pushed her over the desk.  Yanking off her soiled and soaked thong I made her step out of her decadent underwear, her ass jiggled and bounced making me almost squirt hot jizz all over her quivering butt-cheeks.  I smelled the heated wetness of her pussy, eyed the puckered opening of her asshole as I pushed myself between her fleshy thighs.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said in a hot rush of words.  “You’re going to take it like a woman and tell me how it feels.”

“Yes Rob—fuck me like the bitch I’ve been,” she countered.

I moved forward touching the bulbous head of my cock against her red and swollen labia.  She moaned loudly and I was thankful it was the end of the shift and nobody was around.  I watched my shaft part her pussy lips and begin the journey into her long neglected cunt.

“I feel it—it’s going in.  Oh god I’ve wanted so badly to feel a man’s cock in my hot pussy,” Meghan sobbed out in ecstasy.

“Yeah you like it,” I growled.

“Ah, it’s halfway in.  You’re so thick, wide and stiff—I can feel my pussy expanding to take it in.  F-fuck this feels so good!”

I slid my organ in and out slow and easy.  Meghan groaned in time with the rhythm I was fucking her.

“What do you think?  Am I big enough for you?” I queried.

“Oh yes,” she said, “I’ve got your deliciously thick cock in me—so hard and so good.  Fuck me Rob!  Please go faster—I want you to ram it into me until I scream.”

I picked up the pace and soon my hips were slapping against her ample and beaten rear.  The soft, wet grip of her convulsive cunt took a firm hold of my purple headed shaft until I was gasping from the heady sensation.   Each jerking of my hips sent my hard-on sliding harshly into her moist pussy until it bumped against the very bottom of her quivering cavity.

“Oh! Yes!” she cried out.  “Fuck me hard!”

“Take it Meghan… take all of me into your hot, wet cunt!” I shouted.

She pushed off the desk with her arms and I reached around to squeeze the paperclips attached to her erect and swollen nipples.  Meghan sobbed in pleasure while I increased the agonized tips of her full breasts.  Her full tits jostled in my hands while I squeezed them hard and uncaring.

“Rub your clit,” I demanded.  “Get yourself off before I spray your pussy with hot cum.”

Her hand slid down and I could feel it accidentally touch my rapidly moving cock.  I had beaten, humiliated and fucked her into a frenzy.  I wetted my thumb in my mouth and coated it thickly with spit the best I could.  Without warning I jammed it into her puckered anal opening making her shout it surprise and delight.  Her orgasm didn’t take long to arrive.

“Y-yes, you’re thumb is in my ass!  Oh shit I love it!” she shrieked.  “I’m coming!  Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes… I’m coming so fucking hard!  It’s never been t-this good!”

Her body went into wild convulsions and her slippery cleft tightly grabbed my prick until I could barely shove it in and out.  She screamed something unintelligent sounding until I feared security would come up to see who was being murdered.  Her orgasm finally dimmed down and died but my hard rod was still buried to the hilt into her.  Meghan finally relaxed and I pulled out of her shuddering pussy.

I watched my boss’s body hitch and jerk on the top of the desk.  Drool puddled under her mouth and darkened the blotter she was face-first against.  My cock ached so badly and I wanted to get off before I got a terminal case of blue balls.

“You said you wanted to swallow my spunk,” I reminded her.  “So climb off that desk and treat yourself to a mouthful.”

Her legs were like rubber and she could only collapse onto the carpet and turn around.  I grabbed another handful of her hair and stuff my reddened cock into her wet, slobbery lips.  Her arms hung uselessly by her sides.  Her neck muscles totally relaxed and with great delight I face-fucked Meghan without a protest from her.  I lifted her head and pistoned my hard-on deep into her throat.  She took it like a pro.

“You suck cock really good Meghan,” I moaned.  “You must be a porn star during your off hours.”

She grunted and grinned around the thickness of my dick.

“Oh shit,” I stammered, “I’m gonna cum.  Do you want to drink it or wear it?”

“W-wear it,” she mumbled past my cock. “I want you to coat my face with your cum.”

I tugged it out just as the hot rush of sperm began flying up the length of my shaft.  I yanked it out of her mouth.  Meghan closed her eyes and reached up and jerked me off after opening her mouth.  Her beautiful face, upturned and ready for my scalding load made my climax come much quicker.

“Oh s-shit!” I exclaimed.  “Oh fucking shit—I’m coming on your face!”

The first splattering wad struck her on the forehead and began to drip down into her right eye.  The next creamed her nose and the other spewing shots went into her gaping mouth covering her lips, teeth and tongue with white, thick jizz.  Her hand milked me.  I continued to spurt into her mouth until the bullets ran dry in my meaty gun.  I had always wanted to do this.  The fantasy of coming on a woman’s face was one of my few remaining unfulfilled desires.  I couldn’t stop watching it, I loved every moment but soon I was drained dry.

“More,” she begged, “I want it all.”

“S-stop,” I pleaded.  “I’m done.”

“How disappointing.”

“I didn’t know you were such a nymphomaniac.”

“Now you do.”

I staggered back on shaky legs while I watched my hot boss scoop the white goop off her face and into her greedy mouth.  She licked her fingers clean and stood up proudly.  Reluctantly she tugged the paperclips off her nipples and I watched her groan in happy pain from the sudden blood rushing into them.  Her heavy tits swung with a delicious liquid-like movement and I wanted to shove my cock between those big fleshy melons.

“I didn’t know I needed that so badly,” Meghan cooed.  “However I think we might consider going back to my place for a repeat performance.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I said.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve wanted to fuck you for over a year.  You’re single now and I think we ought to spend the weekend together.  How did you know I liked it rough?”

“I didn’t, I just sort of lost control.”

“My husband was a wimp, a pussy who didn’t like my variety of sex.  I think that’s why he left me for some blonde bimbo.  I hope you can do it again, can you?”

“Absolutely.  I didn’t realize I liked spanking you so much it was a bit of a shock.  You’ve got a gorgeously beautiful ass and I’m looking forward to tanning it a hot red shade.”

“Let’s get cleaned up, take in some dinner and go back to my place.”

“Sounds perfect Meghan.”

“I want to stop off at a sex shop for some anal lube.  I’ve been dying to let someone fuck me in the ass and since you were so delightfully mean to stick your finger in my ass I don’t see why I should put that experience off any longer.  I’ll also spring for a paddle, nipple clips, butt plug and anything else you want to use on me.  But you will shove that big lovely hard-on into my ass or the deal’s off.”

“So I get to fuck that big, hot butt of yours?”

“I hunger for you to bugger me hard, fast and deep.  I want to feel you douche my bowels with your hot seed,” She growled seductively.  “Anything else you want to do to my body you nasty boy?”

“How about I tie you up, paddle your ass and drip hot wax on your nipples?” I suggested.

She quivered like a sex-fiend anticipating the impending carnal ecstasy to come.  Her face was a mask of unfulfilled carnal wants and unspoken needs.  I could sense her waiting for me to describe in detail want I was going to make her suffer in delicious pain.

“Then I’m going to cum in your face again, fuck your tits and give you a pearl necklace and a few other things.  I’ve thought about doing all this during the last few minutes,” I admitted.  “I’ve been interested in BDSM for a while now and I’m only too happy to oblige your request.”

“I’ll be your eager and willing slave.” She stated. “Finger me, fuck me and cum in my hair.  I want you do whatever you want to me, in fact I promise you the time of your life.”

“I know you will keep that vow—or I’ll beat your ass bloody.  By Monday morning you’re going to be so sore you won’t be able to walk straight.”

“I can hardly wait Rob and I’ll hold you to that promise.  I hope your carve your name into my booty because I think I’m going to end up giving you my heart in the long run.”

“I can’t believe this.  It’s like some made-up story out of a men’s magazine.”

“Oh trust me this is reality.  I’ve watched you stare at my ass and tits for a long time now.  I’m so happy you want me as much as I want you.  I’m not promising marriage or anything right now.  I can’t wait a second longer to explore all the possibilities of us being together.”

“And I long to explore every hot opening in your body with my prick so we’ll need to pick up some Viagra don’t you think?”

I watched Meghan’s body shudder with just the thought of me thrashing, fucking and abusing her body repeatedly.  Her eyes rolled and she licked her lips with that talented pink tongue of hers.  My cock twitched with the wild antics I knew were in store for me for the next two days and three nights.  Suddenly I realized the week hadn’t ended so badly after all.

Agnes’s Biggenbotten worth 4.25 stars!

Check out what Night Owl Romance Reviews had to say about “The Scandalous Tale of Biggenbotten”:

I’d like to warn you that you’ve got about a month before the next yarn comes out.  On July 7th of his year “Redemption of a Scoundrel” comes out.  So don’t fall behind!

She Saw

AUTHOR’S NOTE; This is a work of erotic fiction.  If you are below the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!  I don’t know where this disturbing story came from but somewhere in my depraved imagination it oozed out of the darkness.  This tale is not for the faint of heart.

She Saw

            She’s thrashing on the bed like an epileptic in the midst of a Grand Mal seizure.  Her arms and legs are flailing wildly.  Her gorgeous face is a mask of pure and absolute need while I go to town between her splayed legs.  Karla, Karla with a K, is catching fire.  Her long black hair is spread beneath and around her head like it’s in the grip of sweat soaked tendrils of some bizarre sea creature.  The silicone enhanced pair of double D-cup breasts she possesses bounce, loll and quiver.  Her eyes are wide open.  What’s pouring out of her mouth in a steady stream of cheering and is like nothing I’ve ever heard a live woman say in the midst of orgasmic passion.  Oh I’ve heard it, but only in a porno.

            “Yes!  Oh Yes, f-fuck me Rick!” she wails loudly.

            I hope my neighbors are forgiving.  Hell, I praying I’m not going to suffer a heart attack and die.  Remember the joke guys make in the bars?  The one about dying while having sex, the old “coming and going at the same time” jest?  I’m hoping it isn’t my fate. 

            But back to Karla with a K.

            This insanely hot nymphomaniac is on her back, legs fully extended and spread wide.  Her ankles are tied to the bedpost behind her head.  Her arms are likewise secured by the wrists.  Hey, it’s not my idea I’m just following orders here, okay?   Karla brought her own rope, for shit’s sake.  I’m stuffing my cock into her at a pace, which I’ve mentioned before I think will kill me, while she’s shrieking.  The slap of our flesh echoes in my apartment and sounds like I’m spanking her.  Well that was earlier, but I digress.  You’ve already gotten the impression the girl I’m fucking is a real freak, right? 

            “Oh yes, oh yes,” she chants over and over. 

            I can’t answer, I’m too busy trying to fulfill her wishes for a seventh orgasm so she can, in her words, enjoy a good night’s sleep.  Me?  I’ve had three climaxes myself in the past hour and a half since we started.  Currently if I keep this pace I’m going to expel a puff of dust into the condom I’m wearing.  She’s drained me dry but still isn’t satisfied.

            “No!  Yes!  N-no! Y-y-yes!” she screams.

            I wish she’d make up her mind.  In fact I wish I wouldn’t have been so chicken-shit I didn’t agree to gag her.  If I wasn’t so busy banging her like a Chinese gong I’d stuff something, anything between those full lips so I don’t get evicted.

            What begins as a low moan starts to climb into the upper registers of a cry only a dog can here.  In fact I swear I hear one howling outside while Karla unabashedly announces her fuse is lit and it’s T-minus twenty seconds to blast-off.  Thank God, I’m tired.  My hips are sore, my thighs are burning, lower back is aching and I don’t even want to talk about my penis.  In fact I’m so afraid of what I might find tomorrow in the shower it’s enough to make me take a Valium. 

            “Aaaaaahhh,” she wails, her voice climbing in octave.

            We have lift-off.

            Karla’s body literally begins to bounce on the mattress.  The ropes relax and then flex taut with a snapping sound, like a paddle being used on a bare ass.  She’s banging her head against the pillow so hard I think she’s going to give herself a concussion.  No seriously I really am worried because between that and her eyes rolling up into her skull and showing the whites terrifies me.

            Then she comes in earnest.

            Unexpected she goes rigid.  Her body is paralyzed at the height of her climax making her face turn scarlet, her limbs to freeze at full extension and her mouth hangs open like she’s imitating a dead fish.  Her cunt grips me like a vise, it isn’t pleasurable.  In fact it downright hurts.  There’s a slight fast trembling going on, but you can barely see or feel it.   It’s hard to believe she’s having an orgasm.

            It’s the calm before the storm, trust me.

            Karla with a K detonates and her back arches on the mattress until only her head and heels are touching.  Then she goes berserk.  Every ride one of those mechanical bulls at some bar?  Me neither but the past hour I’ve been given a crash course in bronco busting.  I hold on for dear life, still jamming my cock into her because if I stop, so does she and I don’t have the energy left to start all over. 

            “Rick!” she wails. 

            She says my name in a long, wavering shriek which is sure to get me a visit from the landlord tomorrow morning.  In fact I’ve been waiting for my phone to ring, despite it being two o’clock in the morning.  The bed creaks like the shattered hull of a ship hitting submerged rocks.  If I didn’t know any better I’d think my mind was playing tricks on me but I smell burning latex.  Finally, thankfully Karla’s finally body relaxes and goes still.  I can stop now, I really don’t care if I cum.  Exhausted I fall on top of her while she begins to giggle in a hysterical titter which confirms her carnal lunacy.  You see I just met Karla a few hours ago at a local pub. 

 ****

            I’m sitting in my favorite drinking establishment and watching the television when this extraordinarily beautiful woman saunters up next to me.  Her breasts jiggled in her tight dress top like they were shock absorbers.  Her full, red-painted lips parted slightly only to be wetted by a delicately pink shaded tip of her tongue.  Her legs went on for miles and her feet were gripped by a decadent pair of high heels.  This creature is giving off enough sexual desire I was surprised she wasn’t leaving a trail of vaginal smelling smoke in her wake.  In short she was incredibly sexy, primed and ready.  The rest of the male population in the bar shoot me open and dirty looks. 

            “Hey you’re new here,” she coos provocatively.

            “Am I?” I said nonchalantly.

            “Well at least to me you’re new.”

            She sits down, slides a hand up my left thigh and grabs my junk.  Just like that.  Her lips form a shocked but happy O and she tells me her name.

            “My name is Karla,” she growls seductively, “Karla with a K.”

            That’s how this whole thing started, with a cheesy line, a groping feel and her giving me her name.  Sounds like it’s straight out of some men’s magazine, doesn’t it?

            I don’t want to brag, but I’m packing.  I read somewhere there was a study of the average penis size by country.  To my shock I was informed that in the United States the typical cock is 3.4 inches long flaccid and 5 inches hard.  Let’s just say I’m well above average and leave it at that.  Which is why, or so Karla told me, she didn’t bother to “quibble over details”. 

          The funny part is outside of knowing her name the woman who has probably gotten me evicted is a mystery.  She could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty-one in age.  Christ, she could be a convicted or escaped serial killer for all I know.  So why did I let her into my flat?  She’s hot, honest about what she needed and I really wanted to fuck her.  Simple right?  Karla didn’t give me restrictions, didn’t want to date for two months without sex, have me to meet her folks first nor did she play the usual cat-and-mouse game with me.  The woman knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and wasn’t shy about saying so.  Frankly the honesty was quite nice.  Per her request we only detoured to a small hardware store where the female beneath me bought the rope.  Then it was on to my apartment to begin the sexual marathon I just completed.

 ****

                 Back to my cock size.  After she shredded my clothes, kissed me so deeply I’m shocked she didn’t taste my dinner, she began stroking me.  I grew and grew and grew.  Karla’s eyes widened and widened and widened.  She gazed into my eyes like a kid who had just opened the best Christmas present they had ever received.

                “Fuck you’re a big boy aren’t you?” she snickered in a horny tone.  “How damn big is that thing?”

                “Ten inches,” I proudly told her.

                 Yeah you read that right.  I’m packing two inches short of a foot.  But at the moment, collapsed on top of Karla’s sweating and heaving bosom I’m wondering if twice that length would be enough for the sexual hunger she has.

                  With a groan I climb from between her shuddering thighs, get off the bed and stand up on shaky legs to remove the rubber.  I really expected it to be smoldering like some ember.   Trying not to look at the object it’s being peeled off of Karla sighs deeply.  I turn to look at her expecting to see her bleeding out of her pussy from my frantic and repeated bludgeoning.  Instead I see a hot red and flushed labia just below a tiny triangle of hair and above that a butterfly tattoo.  Karla begins to speak.

                “Wow,” she mutters, “that was amazing.”

                “Tell me about it,” I answer, the sarcasm going over her head.

                “Are you tired?”

                  “Exhausted actually.”

                 “Really?”

                   She says it with a pout.  I look over at her with a stunned expression of pure shock and disbelief.  With a sigh I reach over and untie her.

                  “You want more?” I ask.

                 “Always I swear it’s a curse,” she replies.  “I’m never satisfied for very long.  That’s probably why I can’t keep a steady boyfriend they get worn out and quit on me.  You’re not going to quit on me are you Rick?”

               “I am tonight, sorry.  I have to go to work tomorrow and I don’t want to get fired.”

                Tossing the used condom into the trash I shake my head.  This woman doesn’t need a boyfriend she needs a harem of studs hopped up on Viagra.  She rolls on her left side and reaches for my limp, sore shaft.  I slap wearily at her hands.

              “You’ve had enough young lady,” I chastise her.

               She’s laying there like some spoiled brat who was just told they weren’t getting another bowl of ice cream. 

              “Come on Rick,” she pleads.

               I rolled my eyes at her again.

             “Give a man some time to rebuild his strength,” I groan.

              “What about a short nap?” she inquires.

              “I’ll need more than that.”

              “I need more of that.”

             “Karla I swear you’re insatiable!”

              She laughs and then smiled at me with a very sexy and sweet grin.  If I had any stamina left I might’ve gotten hard all over again.  But the only thing that could’ve raised my cock from the dead was Jesus Christ himself.  Frankly I wouldn’t have let him do it.  

             “What do you think I am a machine?” I say in a shocked tone.

             “A machine?  Now that’s a very interesting concept,” she quips.

               At this time I should’ve known better, asked her to leave with the false promise of seeing her again.  Afterwards I could’ve gotten some much needed sleep.  But no, I had to be stupid.

            “You’re joking, right?”

            “Partially I think.”

            “Well I work in wood, not metal.”

            “You’re a carpenter?”

            “Yes.”

            Then a radical, bizarre idea hits me like a baseball bat to the forehead.  I start to grin myself.

            “What are you thinking of?” she queries.

            “I’ll make you a deal,” I offer.  “If you let me sleep I promise I’ll make you a machine you’ll find very interesting.”

            “What?  Are you going to order it from the Internet?”

            “I think I can whip something up without bothering with that.”

            Karla looks at me and I can see the curiosity building in her mind by the look on her face.  She begins to chew on a fingernail and then jerks it away. 

            “Okay you’ve got yourself a deal,” she tells me.

            “Thank god, can I get some rest now?” I groan.

            “Sure thing Rick.  Rick with the big, thick dick.”

            I ignore her childish joke.  I climb into bed and she wraps her body around mine.  Untangling myself from her clutches I reach over and shut off the light, my thoughts turning lazily over the possibilities in my mind.  Sleep overtakes me.

 ****

            Two days and an irate visit from my landlord I am sitting at my kitchen table with a mixture of the strangest collection of items staring at me.  First there is a large dildo.  It is a pink latex monstrosity which rivals my own natural girth and made me feel embarrassed from buying it all over again.  Second there are two power tools, a drill and a reciprocating saw; both are from the tool box in the bed of my truck.  Third is the vise I’ve clamped onto the edge of my dining room table, it too is from my collection of tools.  Last, but far from least is a caulking gun with a tube of high-density, quick drying adhesive.  I’m just hoping my mother doesn’t drop in for an unannounced visit while I’m creating this.

            “One of these things is not like the other,” I sing sarcastically.

            I take the drill and put in a one-inch bit into its jaws.  Tightening it down I run the cord over to the outlet and plug it in.  Carefully holding the king-sized dong I begin to drill out a hole in the center.  When finished I open the windows and go outside for fresh air onto the balcony because burning latex stinks to high heaven.   After a trio of cigarettes I re-enter the apartment.

            “Lucky for me I broke a drill bit the other day,” I say to myself.  “At least I won’t have to waste using a good one on Karla’s machine.”

            This is the tricky part.  I have to make sure it’s centered and not off balanced or it’s going to wobble like crazy when used.  Cutting off the tip of the adhesive tube I place the dildo between my legs (feeling very gay at the time) and pump the void full of the thick white glue.  With dong in hand I move to the vise I’ve attached to the table and clamp it down to keep it in place while the adhesive dries.

            “I wonder if this is how Doc Johnson got his start?” I ponder with a laugh.  “Oh well after this dries I’m going to have to test it out to make sure it’s secure.  I’d hate to have an accident during its first use.  A trial run is a good idea.”

 ****

            Thursday night I’m sitting at the table again.  The glue has dried and the metal rod sticking out of it while I’m using a small level to check my work. 

            “Well it’s off a bit by that shouldn’t matter much,” I announce to no one. 

            I plug in the reciprocating saw, widen the chuck and attached my creation into its metal jaws.  Feeling rather stupid I change my mind about turning it on where I can be seen by my neighbors across the street.  Unplugging it I feel the hot redness of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.  I carry it into the bedroom, draw the curtains and power it up. 

            “Okay,” I sigh.  “Here goes nothing.”

            I depress the safety and trigger.

            The pink fake cock begins to jab wildly and quickly.  The comical sight of it makes me howl with laughter and it only gets funnier when I pull the trigger all the way. 

            “Oh my god!” I wail.  “It’s Robo-Dick!  This is what it must look like when those robots from The Terminator fuck.”

            I release the trigger and sink to my knees still gripped by the silliness and hilarity of what I’ve made.  Wiping furiously at my streaming eyes I can’t settle my gaze on the contraption without resuming my insane laughter.  Finally I get a grip on myself and unplug the saw, detach the dildo and put it into my nightstand. 

            “N-now all that’s missing is Karla,” I stammer.

 ****

            I have just eaten dinner and put the dishes into the dishwasher when the door buzzer goes off.  It’s Friday and I don’t have to wonder who it is.  It’s Karla with a K, Karla who can’t come enough.  Cuddly, kinky, carnal Karla, say that three times fast.  Padding over in bare feet I depress the button and rhetorically ask who it is.

            “It’s me,” she says.  “It’s Karla.”

            “I’ll buzz you in,” I reply.

            I hold the button down for a few seconds and grin to myself. 

            “At least she won’t wear me down to a stub tonight,” I snicker.

            There’s a knock at my door and I open it up without looking to see who it is.  My jaw drops open like its hinges are broken.  Karla is dressed for success.

            The clingy hot red dress hugs every decadent curve and delicious bulge.  I start to think it’s painted on but realize its not.  Her breasts stretch the fabric of her attire and it’s like any second the material is going to fail spilling out her huge tits.  Karla walks up to me and numbly I stand there in the doorway.  She snakes her arms around me sensually and gives me a tonsil deep kiss which leaves me breathless.  Her matching purse bumps against my hip, vaguely I note the weight of it.  I wonder what this sex-crazed woman has hidden in its interior.

            “TGIF,” she purrs.  “How’s Rick tonight?”

            “Fine,” I mutter stupidly.

            “I brought a friend, do you mind?”

            “Uh… no.”

            She steps aside to reveal another person behind her.  My eyes almost pop out of my skull.  The woman lurking in the hallway barely reaches my navel in height.  She’s only about four foot five inches tall but she’s blonde, pretty and dressed like Karla’s twin.  Except where her friend is wearing scarlet, Tracy’s dress, purse and heels are black.  Her hair falls in a straight line to mid-back.  It looked like spun gold, soft and glowing.  But I am captivated by her face.  There is a sweetness to her, a provocative innocence having little to do with her stature.  She was all women yet something about this woman made me want to get to know her in more than just an intimate way.

            “Rick meet Tracy… Tracy this is Rick.”

            “Pleased to meet you Rick,” she says shyly.  “I’ve heard so much about you.”

            “It’s nice to meet you too Tracy.”

            “Tracy and I go back a long way,” Karla explains.  “She’s my best friend.  I hope you don’t mind but I told her everything about you.”

            “We share everything,” the short woman says knowingly.

            “I’m flattered,” I mutter.

            The little person, I know better than call her a midget struts across the threshold and looks up at me.  I realize she’s expecting the same reception as Karla.  I lean down and she brazenly pulls me into a deep oral greeting, good if not better than her best friend.  My heart is banging away with the sound of a claw hammer like I’m putting up studs at work. 

            “So is my surprise ready?” the brunette asks.

            “Yes, in fact it is,” I remark.

            “I’m dying to see what you made for me.  That’s why I brought Tracy along, you see if you’re going to please me I thought she could… well… tend to your needs.”

            “That’s very thoughtful of you.  Tracy is beautiful, unexpected but very beautiful.”

            “Why thank you Rick,” the blonde says.  “You’re such a gentleman.”

            “Gentle isn’t what I’m after… not tonight,” Karla says with a giggle and jiggle.

            “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” I suggest.

            “Ooh, by all means.”

             The party moves quickly into my bedroom without much fanfare or discussion.  It was refreshing, everyone knew what they wanted and there wasn’t a need to negotiate.  I let the women in first and they both gasped in pleasant surprise at the state of the chamber.  Taking a bit of time I had put new sheets on the bed, lit several candles and spritzed the room with a new product I purchased.  Supposedly it was designed to increase passion in women by duplicating male pheromones.   I just liked the smell, not that these ladies needed any further motivation.

            “This is so romantic!” Tracy exclaimed.

            “You did good Rick,” the brunette stated.  “So where’s this miracle device?”

            “All in good time,” I told her.

            I shut the door and turned on some soft music.  Slinking up against me like a minx in heat Karla runs her hands all over my body.  Tracy looks a bit uncomfortable and just removes her shoes.

            “I’m so hot,” the raven-haired nymph whispered.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.  So don’t you dare disappoint me.”

            “I’m sure you’ll find my creation to your liking,” I answered.

            She kissed me, soul deep.  The tiny blonde climbed up onto my bed and lay across it in a demure, yet seductive manner.  I noted for the first time her legs were slightly bowed, but perfectly formed.  She toyed at her cleavage, running a finger across the top of her breasts and daringly staring into my eyes.  Between Karla’s mouth and Tracy’s antics I began to rise to the occasion.  Like a ten foot anaconda trapped in a ten gallon fish tank it quickly became uncomfortable.

            I reached around Karla’s body and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to a blood-like puddle around her ankles.  As expected she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  Her huge tits bobbed and swayed, the pink rose-colored nipples brazenly stared at me, begging to be touched.  She turned around in my embrace and allowing me to squeeze her bosom, pluck at her nipples while she moaned in appreciation.  Past the woman’s dark hair I saw Tracy’s face twist momentarily into jealousy.  I ran my hand down Karla’s flat stomach and softly fondled her pussy.  But the entire time I kept my gaze locked with the woman on the bed.  She licked her lips and shuddered with anticipation.

            Karla twisted back around and yanked off my work-shirt, undid my belt and pushed my pants to the floor.  With her body blocking her friend’s view she smirked at me.  The hard firmness of my trapped cock pressed in a demanding fashion against her cunt.  I stepped out of my pants and kicked off my shoes.  

            “Raise your feet,” she whispered.

            I did so and she removed my socks, one hiked leg at a time.  With a naughty laugh she looked over her shoulder at Tracy.  I felt her fingers slid into the top of my boxers.

            “And now the moment you’ve been waiting for,” she said. 

            With an emcee’s dramatic flourish she moved around me and yanked down my underwear.  Nearly ten inches of manhood flopped out, semi-hard, still growing and twitching.  The small woman on the bed let out a gasp of surprise and sexual hunger.

            “Oh my god!” she squealed.  “I thought you were lying to me Karla.”

            “Nice isn’t it?” the brunette snickered.  “I promised you a piece of prime, grade A, USDA approved slab of carpenter’s cock.  I didn’t disappoint you, did I?”

            Tracy’s eyes were locked on my shaft.  I watched her become mesmerized by the growing thick tube between my legs, she shuddered enough for me to see it.  It was the polar opposite of a snake charmer.  Instead of the snake being hypnotized by its handler, the charmer was captivated by the snake.

            The blonde sat up and moved towards the brass footboard, but was halted in her progress by her friend’s waggling finger.

            “Not yet,” Karla chastised her.  “First come, first served Tracy.”

            The comment didn’t go over well.  I could see it in her eyes the woman, now on her hands and knees on the bed didn’t want to wait nor did she think the porking order was fair.  Her lower lip quivered.

            Reaching around the brunette took my aching cock in her right hand.  The velvety soft feeling of her palm and fingers began to caress my ever-hardening length.  I looked down to watch her jerk me off.  The long red nails of her digits contrasted with the pallor of my flesh.  The sight of my foreskin wrinkling and smoothing back out from her stroking fist made my breath quicken.  Another hand circled around my waist and began to cup and squeeze my contracting balls.  I moaned despite myself.

            “Ooh he’s getting all stiff,” she said from over my shoulder.  “Can you see it?”

            “Yes,” Tracy answered.

            “I can feel it getting thick, hard—it wants pussy so bad.”

            “I-I know.”

            “Look at the size of it, it’s humongous.”

            “Please Karla…”

            “You want this?  Do you want this big, thick cock in your pretty pussy?”

            “Yes.”

            I saw the lusty need in Tracy’s face and the images of stuffing as much of me into her sodden slit made me shiver all over. 

            “Show me how much you want it,” Karla demanded.  “Touch yourself.”

            To my utter shock and delight the blonde on the bed literally tore off her dress and exposed the fact she too wore no undergarments.  Her breasts were perfect for her size, not too big but not too small.  Tracy’s body curved beautifully to her waist and widened in sexy manner from her hips.  She spread her legs, I almost died.  Her pussy was so small, delicate and capped with golden curls trimmed in a heart shape.  Thighs splayed open, fingers descended past her navel and the first touch of her index finger upon her pouting nether lips made me buck my hips in hot, naked need.  Karla could’ve disappeared and I wouldn’t have noticed.

            “Are you wet?” Karla asked.

            “Yes—so wet,” she replied in a hushed voice.

            “Poor Tracy is so horny.  I bet a nice, hot beef injection is just what the doctor would order, don’t you think so Rick?”

            “That would be my prescription,” I answered.

            “Stand up Tracy and let him worship that tasty pussy of yours.”

            The small woman stood up on shaky legs and carefully walked to the edge of the bed.  She spread her legs a bit and I instinctively bent over at the waist to sample her intimate wares.  The hot smell of her damp sex made my mouth water.  Leaning across the railing of the footboard I ignored the cold kiss of the metal and dragged a long, slow lick across Tracy’s glistening cunt.  It was finger licking good.

            “Oh yes,” she moaned.

            Karla kept stroking my cock, I pulled at the labia with my lips and Tracy shuddered and groaned.  I felt the hand fondling my balls slip away, soon to be replaced by the wet sounds of the woman behind me masturbating.  Her breath wafted past my shoulder in warm gusts. 

            “He’s good, isn’t he?” she asked in a throaty tone.

            “Oh yes,” the blonde replied.

            I continued to lick, lap and nuzzle the dewy, sweet tasting pussy Tracy possessed.  Her body began to shift, her ability to stay upright was slowly deteriorating. 

            “Enough of that,” Karla commanded. 

            “Karla,” Tracy whined.

            “Yeah really, I was just getting into it,” I griped.

            “I know you were, both of you.  But I have always wanted to see my friend get fucked by a huge dicked man.  Besides that’s what you both want, isn’t it?” the brunette retorted.

            I couldn’t argue with that.  Tracy lay on her back, splaying her legs and awaiting my invasion of her pussy.  Karla released her hold on my cock and continued to stroke, delve and play with her cunt.  I climbed on the bed, a bit nervously since I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t hurt this delicate flower I was about to plunge into.

            “Maybe you should get on top,” I suggested, “I’m pretty heavy.”

            “Don’t worry, I’m a big girl and I’ve done this before,” she stated.  “Just don’t make me wait—I’m so turned on right now I can barely stand it.”

            Kneeling between her parted legs I took the thick shaft in my hand and rolled a condom over its girth.  Finishing my task I aimed it towards her cleft.  I heard Tracy take a deep breath as if in preparation for what was to come.

            “Do it Rick,” Karla demanded.

            The tip slid in without impediment and the woman beneath me gasped out in surprise.  Slowly, deliberately I sank half of my length into her hot, wet orifice.  Tracy’s eyes widened in shock at first and then they altered to pleasurable surprise at being so gently filled.  Knowing I wasn’t hurting her, I gave her another three inches, watching my cock disappear into her was an incredible arousing sight to behold. 

            “Ooh you’ve got all but three inches in you,” Karla commented.  “How does it feel?”

            “Great, oh yeah he’s so nice and big,” Tracy husked out.

            “Want the rest?”

            “Hell yes!”

            I looked down to see her pussy bulging from my meat and I must have looked very concerned.  Tracy reached up and caressed my face and I looked her in the eyes.

            “No worries,” she whispered.  “I have a dildo the same size, don’t treat me any different than you would any other woman.”

            “Are you sure?” I replied.

            “Yes.”

            “You are gorgeous, you know that right?”

            “You’re so sweet, please make love to me.”

            I began to piston my hips entering and retreating from Tracy’s slippery hole in a tender pace.  Behind me I could hear the heavy breathing of Karla as she watched my shaft snake in and out of her friend’s slit.  The sloshing noises of her furious masturbating, coupled with our lovemaking were the only sounds I heard. 

            “Faster,” Tracy begged unexpected.

            I moved my hips accordingly and began to drive my cock deep and rip it out with more force.  The bed began to creak.  Leaning forward I kissed her hard and fast.  Our tongues wrestled in a greedy manner until we both broke the oral lock to catch our breaths.  I quickened my pace, Tracy whimpered with desire.  Faster and faster I plunged into her amazed and aroused she could take my full length.

            “Yes!” Karla groaned loudly.  “Fuck her!  Fuck her brains out Rick.  Oh this is so hot, so exciting.  You should see it Tracy!  Your pussy spreads so wide when he goes into it.  I swear you’re going to split open.  Oh yes—so incredibly hot.”

            The two of us had no words for the sensations, we kept staring into each other’s eyes locked in soul baring gaze neither one of us wanted to break.  If Karla hadn’t begun swatting me on the ass I think we would’ve been linked psychically. 

            “Ouch!  Damn you Karla!” I shouted.

            “Faster Rick!” she commanded.  “I said faster, harder—give her all you’ve got.”

            I tried to comply and soon I saw the woman under me turn red in the face, her orgasm’s nearness plainly written on her beautiful features.  I too was nearing the end of my run.  Tracy’s body went into convulsions from the repeated grinding rub of my cock’s head against her G-spot.  It only took a few more strokes before she erupted like Mount Saint Helens.

            “Oh yes!” she cried out.

            Her body went into a frantic dance of climatic undulations.  I felt the slap of her thighs against me, I watched her breasts jiggle wildly and her mouth form a perfect O of orgasmic delight. 

            “She’s coming!” Karla wailed.  “Oh yes, I love it—it’s amazing.”

            Tracy’s body convulsed in fading jerks and thrusts, she stuffed her hand into her mouth to keep from shrieking to the heavens.   With a groan she closed her eyes and experienced one last but very long quiver of pure ecstasy.  I had yet to cum though, each time I pushed in and out she whimpered in delightful torment from the feeling of continued ravishment.  Trying to be nice I hoped to be gentle yet summon forth my own climax.  I slowed up, this wasn’t on the agenda apparently.

            “Please don’t quit on my account,” she hoarsely whispered.

            No words came to mind so I picked up the rhythm and began driving myself into her with reckless abandon.  Behind us I could hear the hysterical stroking and sighing noises of Karla’s self-pleasuring.  I was almost there and sensing my need Tracy reached up and squeezed the bounty of her breasts with both hands.  Her face contorted into a mask of carnal delight and she licked her trembling lips.  The image she gave me was more than enough.  Such innocence coupled with such brazen carnal desire was a combination I never saw before.

            “Holy s-shit!” I shouted at her actions.

            I exploded into the condom.

            Never before have I had such an intense orgasm.  Wave after wave of my seed jetted out of my cock quickly filling the rubber I was wearing.  It felt like it had the heat and consistency of molten lava, summoned from the hot depths of my soul.  I stuffed myself into her fully, my balls touching the base of her convulsing cunt.  My eyes actually crossed from the power of my climax.   It seemed like hours before my meat stopped its merry spewing and I could withdraw it from her soft clutches.  I looked into Tracy’s eyes.

            “Wow,” I stated.

            “Wow indeed,” she said with a smile.  “That was pretty amazing.”

            “I know, it was a first for me.”

            Her face grew soft and questioning.  I wondered if I had said something wrong.  Karla obviously didn’t hear us; she was too busy trying to get herself off to notice we were talking.  I could hear the wet noises of her frantic rubbing accented by the hot groans shuddering out of her mouth.

            “What do you mean by that?” she queried.

            “I’ve never had that intense an orgasm before,” I whispered.

            “Even with Karla?”

            “Nope.”

            “I don’t know what to say.”

            “Don’t say anything then.”

            She became slightly embarrassed and confusion reigned across her features.  I kissed her chastely on the lips and winked at her.  These acts seemed to buoy her confidence and drive home the point I wasn’t lying.  Hell I really wasn’t lying at all.

            “Oh shit,” Karla screamed repeatedly. 

I felt the bed rock violently back and forth.  Looking over my shoulder I saw she was bucking against the footboard like a maniac.  Her face was screwed up in a red mask of carnal ecstasy, her fingers furiously rubbing her gleaming slit.  Her body began to sink to the floor, hiding the view of her hand until only her face remained.  It took several minutes before she was able to speak.      

            “I’ve got to clean up,” I announced, “I’ll be right back.”

            I departed the room which now smelled heavily and musky from the three orgasms.  Padding naked to the bathroom I turned on the tap to wash off.  I lathered up my hands and stood on the balls of my feet to dangle my cock over the sink.  The warm water and soap made me groan out because I was so sensitive now.  Handfuls of water were used to rinse away the suds bit each deluge made my body shake.

            “Need a hand?” Tracy asked.

            She was standing in the bathroom’s threshold, her hip cocked in a sultry manner.  Damn she was sexy!

            “No I’ve got it—oh, hand me that towel would you please?” I answered.

            She snagged it and tossed it my way.  I dried off feeling very self-conscious about what I was doing and she stood there still admiring at me.

            “Where’s your friend?” I inquired.

            “She’s doing a few lines of coke,” the diminutive sex-pot quipped.

            “You don’t indulge?”

            “No, I don’t do drugs.”

            “Is there something on your mind?”

            “Yes.  I want to know how serious you were a few minutes ago.  Was it really that good?”

            I chuckled at her question, but not in a hurtful manner.

            “Yes it was, why are you surprised?” I remarked.

            “Well…,” she began.

            “I can understand your problem.  Karla gets all the guys and since she’s a maniac in bed you feel you’re not comparable, right?”

            “Something like that.”

            “Well let me tell you something Tracy, you’re damn sexy, beautiful and I’m really attracted to you.”

            “But not as much as you are to Karla, right?”

            “Actually it’s the other way around.  Karla’s not the kind of woman who’ll ever be satisfied with just one guy.  You on the other hand, well let’s just say I think you’re special.”

            She stared at me with the most incredible look on her face.  It was as if I just stated I was from Mars and wanted to take her away in my spaceship.  But I could understand her reaction.  I’m sure it was a first.

            “Look,” I resumed, “you shouldn’t compete with your friend.  Instead you should realize you’re a special person in your own right.  Frankly when Karla gets what she wants from me and tonight I suspect I’ll never hear from her again it’ll be over between us.  I didn’t care for you obeying her orders like that.  It was demeaning and cruel, I promise to treat you like the queen you are.  So what do you say?  Want to go out with me?  You know, a real date, dinner, movie and drinks afterwards?”

            “You’re joking.”

            “Absolutely not.”

            “You’re serious about this?”

            “Do you want to get a Bible and make me swear on it?”

            “Okay, okay you’ve made your point.”

            “Well we better get back, I want to make good on my promise to Karla.”

            “You make it sound like a chore.”

            “It is.  I only suggested I’d make a machine for her so she’d let me go to sleep last Friday.  I really didn’t expect her to take me seriously.  But I’m glad, if she hadn’t I would’ve never met you, Tracy.”

            I leaned down and kissed her.  It was, as before a marvelously wonderful sensation.  I wanted to stay there, our lips locked together and our tongues playing tag.

            “Hey what are you two doing in there?” the sex-starved brunette shouted from the bedroom.

            We stopped kissing, I could sense she was as regretful about this as I was.  It was written all over her pretty face.

            “Get started without me,” Tracy said with a smile.  “I have to use the bathroom.”

            “See you when you’re done,” I said softly.  “I just hope you’re not too shocked with what’s about to happen.”

            She smiled and blew me a kiss, I walked away feeling pretty good about things.

            Karla with a K was lying across my bed stuffing a small vial and a compact mirror into her red handbag.  She sniffed several times and wiped at her nose.  I tried not to frown in disgust to see her bad habit exposed it made me think even less of her.  Oh I’ve smoked my share of pot, but the harder stuff was never my cup of tea.  I wondered how much of her sexual appetite was sincere or was she getting her lusty needs from the Devil’s Dandruff.

            “So ready for the main event?” she slurred.

            “I think you better worry about yourself, not me,” I remarked.

            “Is it going to be that—special?”

            “Oh I think you’ll be surprised.”

            “I can’t wait!”

            I moved to the closet and began opening the doors when Tracy strolled into the bedroom and shut the door.  I produced the king-sized dildo first, both women’s eyes bulged out.

            “What’s that sticking out of the bottom?” the brunette asked.

            “You’ll see,” I replied cryptically.

            But if the fake cock was a shock the looks on their faces when I displayed the reciprocating saw and the power cord was even more astonished than before.  Neither of them spoke while I widened the chuck and secured the phallic device to it.  I bent over to plug it in when Karla finally spoke.

            “Saw me?  You’re going to fucking saw me to an orgasm?” she tittered nervously.

            “You wanted a sex machine, I made one.  Are you backing out now?” I smirked.

            “N-no.  Is it safe?”

            “There’s no blade in the dildo, just a broken drill bit.  Don’t worry there are no sharp edges or points to hurt you with.”

            “I can’t believe it,” Tracy muttered.

            “You want to try?” Karla asked.

            “No, I’ll pass.”

            “How do you want me?”

            “Well let’s try doggy style, put your legs through the slats in the footboard and we’ll begin,” I replied.

            Wiggling into place, her ass hiked high in the air Karla moved into position.   Without being commanded to do so, she spread her legs wide exposing her still wet pussy.

            “Tracy,” she said over her shoulder.  “I want you to suck his cock while he fucks me with this bad boy.”

            “Okay Karla,” the blonde said.

            “Tracy could you hand me the lube over on the nightstand?” I queried.

            “Sure Rick.”

            She quickly returned with the lube bottle I had purchased at the same time as the dildo and I opened it.  A disgusting sounding squirt occurred when I greased the pink monster up and all of us laughed at it.

            “Ready?” I questioned.

            “Let fly.”

            “What do you call that thing?” Tracy asked.

            “It’s a She Saw,” I chuckled.

            This caused the women to howl with laughter.  Pressing the tip against Karla’s hot, red pussy I depressed the safety and put my finger on the trigger.

            “Now before we start I have to warn you this thing can go up to two-thousand, eight hundred strokes per minute,” I recited.

            “Holy shit!” Tracy blurted out.

            “Saw me baby,” Karla whined.  “I’m ready.”

            I set the housing on the top rail of the footboard for better control.  Tracy slid around against my right side, I suspected to watch in disbelief at what her friend was about to receive.

            “Here we go,” I said.

            At first I just pushed it in and out of her cunt without touching the trigger.  It spread apart her tender folds and disappeared fully inside.  Karla moaned.  I looked at Tracy and winked just before I barely pulled on the trigger and the room was suddenly filled with a chattering, metallic sound.

            “S-s-s-shit!” the kneeling female exclaimed.

            It was amazing.  The fake cock hammered into her cunt in a rapid pace and her ass and thighs began to dance with ripples.  Karla lowered her face to the bed and continued to moan and groan with delight.  The sight of it stuttering into her made my limp shaft begin to rise.  Tracy’s hot breath whooshed around my waist and I knew she too was getting aroused.  I pulled the trigger back a tad farther.  The reciprocating saw sped up making the flesh around it vibrate wildly.  I felt a hand reach around and grab onto my cock.

             Looking down I saw my erection grow dwarfing the small fist trying to encircle it.  The sight of my hard-on, big by most standards being held by such a tiny hand drove me past the boundaries of sexual excitement.  Tracy stroked me, fondled me and played with the purpled bulbous tip.  I groaned out loud and a dollop of pre-cum appeared at the head of my shaft.

            “M-m-more!” Karla begged loudly.

            I depressed the trigger even more.  The noisy power tool began flying out of the woman’s pussy at an incredible rate.  I knew it was barely moving at a quarter of the speed but that, my mind calculated would be seven hundred strokes per minute.  The flesh of her ass began rippling like crazy, her thighs vibrated and spread further apart.

            “More lube,” I said above the racket.

            The bottle was slapped into my palm and I pressed it against Karla’s quivering cunt.  I squeezed it hard, sending a huge glob of clear lube into her.  Tracy took the bottle from me, never removing her hand or missing a stroke.  My cock was hard enough to break down doors.

            “F-f-fuck… m-m-me!” the nymphomaniac stammered.  “O-o-oh yeah!”

            I didn’t feel comfortable with the machine going any faster and didn’t increase the power to the dildo.  I felt Tracy climb in front of me and begin to lick the pre-come off the tip of my organ.  I rolled my eyes in ecstasy.  Gazing downward I saw her small cheeks being pressed dangerously outward from the thickness of the object in her mouth.  She was humming in pleasure and it transmitted down the length of my cock.  My knees began to shake and concentrating was becoming difficult.

            “F-f-faster!” Karla demanded.  “G-go f-f-faster!”

            Reluctantly I pulled the trigger back and watched in utter amazement as she was jerked back and forth across the sheets.  The pink sex toy was a blur between her jiggling legs.  Quite frankly it scared me a bit.

            “That’s all you get,” I warned her.  “I’m not going to risk hurting you.”
            My answer was a guttural, animalistic snarl of pure carnal rage.  Karla wasn’t happy with what I’d said.  Meanwhile Tracy was jerking the base of my shaft while sucking half of it into her mouth.  My balls constricted and I peered down to see she was furiously masturbating.  Control became a thing of the past.

            “Shit!” I exclaimed.

            The woman between my legs yanked the reddened organ out of her mouth just in time to receive a splattering wad of semen which struck her across the mouth.  She milked me with her other hand and was given the gift of additional spurts of come across her beautiful face.  I heard her own orgasm go off when she opened her mouth to shout for joy.  It was quickly filled with pearl white splashes.  She released my shaft and grabbed the back of my knees and used her lips to clean me off despite my ongoing orgasm.

            “Y-you fuckers,” Karla screamed.  “You g-g-got off… make me c-c-cum!”

            I swayed on my feet and to my shock the kneeling woman pushed back against the saw.  To my utter horror I was locked in position by the blonde’s hands.  The butt of the power tool was jammed into my stomach making my organ shiver and spread its goodness all over Tracy’s face.  My arms were forced back and I fought against gravity.

            The trigger was pressed back to its fullest setting.

            Karla screamed.  At first it was a cry of utter and complete orgasmic ecstasy.  Her ass rippled like nothing I’d seen before.  She beat her fists against the mattress and raised her head up.  Gasping shouts mingled with deep desperate breaths.  But the cries and sounds of delight didn’t last.  The dildo was moving so fast I could hardly see it and there was a sudden smell of smoking flesh.  With a titanic effort I ripped my legs out of Tracy’s grasp and pulled the fake cock out of her friend’s cunt.  But it must’ve taken a full thirty seconds to do so.  I let go of the trigger and the saw died out instantly.

            “Holy shit!” I shouted, staggering away.

            “What happened?” Tracy pleaded nervously.

            “She pushed back on me and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling the trigger all the way down!”

            “S-she took twenty-eight hundred strokes?”

            “No, I don’t think so.”

            I looked at the convulsing woman on the bed.  Karla was violently shaking and thrashing around scattering pillows and sheets all over the bedroom.  She flopped onto her back, one leg dangling over the edge to bounce against the floor.  Her face was wearing a terrified expression of fear mingled with one of climatic happiness.  Her massive tits slapped together and rebounded.  In horror I watched as she clutched her cleavage, her face turning redder with each passing second.  Foamy spittle began spilling out of her mouth and was soon splattering the walls, mattress and even me. 

            “Karla!” Tracy shrieked.  “Oh my god what’s happening?”

            I rushed over and tried to hold her down, her eyes caught mine and I saw terror in those brown orbs.  The convulsions grew worse and I lost my grip on her.  The blonde woman, her face still smeared with my seed snatched at her purse and began dialing 911 on her cell phone.

            “What’s the address here?” she demanded.

            In a shaking voice I told her. 

            “Karla are you all right?” I asked.

            She didn’t, couldn’t answer.  Her eyes rolled until I could only see the whites of them.  The shaking stopped abruptly sending me farther down the path of total fear.  I put a finger to her throat, I could detect a pulse but it was uneven and fluttering.  Then it stopped.

            “She’s having a heart attack!” I shouted.

            I heard Tracy relay this information to the emergency dispatcher.  She hung up the phone and we started CPR on the silent body on the bed.  All the time I couldn’t believe what had happened.  Was it the saw?   Was it the cocaine?  Or perhaps a combination of both?

            “Hide that thing,” Tracy instructed me.  “She’s breathing on her own and her heart rate seems to be steady.”

            I did as I was told.  An hour later they were carting Karla off to the emergency room, Tracy (now dressed and still distraught) went along for the ride.  Me?  I took my truck down to meet them there.

 ****

            Two months later Tracy and I were still dating and in deeply in love.  Karla had been released from the hospital but she wasn’t the same.  The stroke had drastically changed her mental state and she went from a sexual wild-woman to nearly a nun.  The doctors had chalked it up to a bad batch of cocaine.  Tracy and I had our doubts.  Personally I think she reached the bounds of utter pleasure and this knowledge was too much for her beleaguered brain to handle.  Maybe I’m just fooling myself, but even Tracy agrees it’s not beyond the boundaries of reality.  I tossed the business end of the She Saw in the garbage.  I’m enough man for my woman and we don’t need any additional toys than the one’s nature gave us.  If only Karla would’ve realized this.

 THE END

       

Monster Truck Night

AUTHOR’S NOTE; The following story is out of Love Spell available at http://www.sizzlereditions.com and is one of  my older novels.  I recently revisited the book myself and thought it’d be nice to showcase a tale from it.  The following yarn contains adult language, erotica and graphic violence, if you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!

Monster Truck Night

           Darlene was a bit apprehensive about Luke taking her to the monster truck rally in Rolling Oaks.  It wasn’t that she didn’t like Luke or trucks for that matter.  It was just that time of the month.  The cramps would begin and then the rest would follow.  She hoped that her luck might hold off the impending problem so she could get through the evening and actually enjoy it.

          “Mama always told me there’d be days like these,” she sighed at her twin in the bathroom mirror. 

          Darlene was a big girl.  She was six foot two, one hundred fifty-eight pounds of pure mountain woman.  Her blonde beehive hair made her look even taller, giving most men pause when it came to asking her out for a date.  She was big in the bust, which men really liked, as well as in her hips and ass.  She had long legs that were kept in shape from running after her twin girls Becky and Sherry.  The twins’ father Ryan had disappeared right after she told him she was pregnant.  For the past five years she’d been living in a rented trailer and working all the hours she could at the local Wal-Mart.  With all these strikes against her, any dating prospects were quite slim.  So when handsome Luke Williams sauntered up to ask her out, she said yes without thinking. 

          They had met in the laundromat just down the road.  He had struck up a conversation while she tried to hide the fact she was folding her unmentionables.  After asking her for a date she watched as he gave her a wink after she blushed out her answer.  Darlene then spun around with reddened cheeks and faced the laundromat’s arcade where her two girls were playing an ancient Mrs. Pac Man machine.  But now, staring at herself, she wondered if feeling this crappy inside would allow her to even have a good time.  Her mother hadn’t been happy when she dropped the girls off at her trailer two hours ago. 

          “Yer goin’ out tonight?” she wheezed at her only offspring.  “I think ya oughta call that feller up and cancel, Darlene.”

          “Mama I ain’t had a date in months,” she whined back at her remaining parent.  Darlene’s daddy had died before she was born. 

          “Still ya oughta stay home in yer condition,” she sniffed with indignity coloring her words.

          “Well I’m goin’ and that’s that.”

          “Have it yer way, just be careful then.”

          She looked back into the mirror and began to put on her make up.  She used some blue over her eyes, mascara, and a bit of blush to her tan cheeks.  She was careful to use a mellower red on her lips since she didn’t want to look like some trailer park whore.  She walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the couch.  Her trailer was decorated in Native American colors, patterns, figurines, and wallpaper.  She really loved the stuff.   She even had a dream-catcher above hers and the twins’ beds.  Darlene worked very hard to make ends meet.  Even her mother, as grumpy and grouchy as she was, couldn’t fault her only daughter for not providing for her kids. 

          “I haven’t done so bad by my girls,” she mused to herself.  “They got new clothes, shoes, and three squares a day.  Anybody who thinks I don’t deserve a little time off ought not to speak it to my face.”

          She was more than ready when the knock on the trailer door finally came.  She unbolted it and swung it open to see Luke standing there smiling at her.  He was very handsome with his wavy blonde hair, well-trimmed mustache, and crystal blue eyes.  He was wearing a white button-down shirt, tight denim blue jeans, and a pair of polished black cowboy boots.  His shirt was partially undone and a gold chain was encircling his neck amid all the curly blonde chest hairs that it wove through.  His smile stole her breath away as its boyish crookedness fanned her long neglected desire from a spark to a fire.  His lean, lanky body got her engine revving as well and she picked up on his sweaty scent just beneath the power of his Old Spice aftershave.  Both fragrances drifted lazily across the threshold.  With an inward sigh she realized with his boots on he could stare her right in the eyes.  She liked that very much.  Being so tall she was self-conscious about her height.  She was wearing flats just so that she could understate this defect she saw in herself.

          “Hi ya, Darlene,” he drawled past his grin.  “Ya sure look pretty tonight.  Smell nice too…”

          “Thank ya,” she replied with a giggle.  “Ya look real handsome yerself.”

          “Well I say we get to steppin’, whattaya think?”

          “Sounds right fine to me!”

          Darlene snatched up her keys and locked her home.  She allowed him to take her by the arm and lead her to his mottled red and primer gray 1979 Trans Am.  She slid into the low bucket seat with a bit of difficulty.  He slammed the door shut and walked around the sports car.  He climbed into it with a practiced ease and fired up the engine.  It started up with a deep growling sound that made her just a wee bit nervous.  It was if some untamed, wild beast was hiding beneath the fiery and faded bird emblem on the hood. 

          “Let’s get ‘er done,” he whooped as he eased the car onto the street.  With a rebel yell he chirped the tires leaving a smoky black mark on the asphalt as they roared down the road.

****

          The cramps started just as the waitress sent down her plate of barbecue spare ribs.  Darlene winced briefly as they came and passed but managed to keep a pained look from crossing her features.  The steak house was full of great smells and she had been nursing a wine cooler while listening to Luke tell her all about his job, ex-wife, and kids between sips of beer. 

          “I only get to see ‘em every other weekend,” he told her with a sigh.  “I got two boys.  Little Jerry’s five and Luke Junior is eight now.”

          He liked kids; she thought this was great as well.  His potential as a future husband was on the rise.   But the conversation stopped as the food arrived.  She smiled at him as he took a big bite of his porterhouse.  She liked a man with a good appetite.

          “So what happened to the daddy of yer kids?” he asked around a mouthful of medium-rare steak.

          “He done run off after I told him I was pregnant,” she sighed as she daintily pulled the sauce-coated meat off her ribs with a fork.  “Ryan wasn’t the marryin’ kind I reckon.”

          “Too many folks are like that nowadays.  Ya think they’re in it for the long haul, but they peter out when the goin’ gets tough.  Now me, I’m an old-fashioned kinda guy.  Sure I got my ex preggers but I had the decency to marry her.”

          “It didn’t work out?” Darlene asked with her attention completely focused on what Luke was going to say.

          “Nope,” he responded.  “She said I was too wild and wasn’t able to settle down.”

          Darlene’s heart sank just a little bit. 

     “I’m a-guessin’ I was a bit too young,” he told her as he cut off another chunk of porterhouse.

      Her heart returned to its former height as she sensed the truth in that statement.  She bowed her head down and grinned demurely as before another cramp twisted her abdomen firing sharp pangs in all directions. 

****

          Luke’s car roared up to the gate of the truck rally and he handed the attendant a handful of one-dollar bills.  He pulled the car into the parking lot and soon they were out walking towards the grandstands.  The smells of stale sweat, overpowering cologne, sickening sweet perfume, and motor oil soon from the crowd they followed had Darlene wishing they had gone to a movie instead.  Each aroma seemed to be hell-bent on ruining her night out.  Her stomach rolled with nausea and the good meal she had just eaten felt like it was boiling like hot lead inside her. 

          “Ya alright?” Luke asked with a concerned look. 

          “I’ll be fine,” she answered with a winning, but false smile.

          He led her up the stairs of the grandstand and down towards the far-right end.  Darlene could see that the oval track had seating only on two sides.  Another grandstand stood opposite from the one she was seated in.  She was glad that Luke had chosen to sit away from the parking lot and the pits.  Behind them was a great forest that wafted pine-scented air which Darlene found eased her upset stomach.  She took out a compact from her purse in looked at her face.  The paleness of her flesh had fled after they passed through the foul odors. 

          “Good seats, huh?” Luke asked her with a huge smile on his face.

          “I suppose,” she answered hesitantly.  “I ain’t never been to one of these before.”

          “Yer gonna love it.”

          She looked out into the racetrack and saw a line of old beat-up cars parked side to side in the center of the midway.  There was a roar from the crowd as the first huge metal monster rolled out of the pits and into position.  Darlene could feel in her chest the growling noise rumbling from its twin exhaust pipes as the driver revved the engine.  She slid to the edge of her seat as the announcer’s voice began to scream from the loudspeakers.

          “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!  Welcome to Monster Truck Night here at the Rolling Oaks’ Motor Speedway!  Tonight you’ll be thrilled to some of the biggest, baddest, and meanest monster trucks in all the world!  Are you ready for excitement?!”

            The collective shouts and screams from the crowd thundered in response. 

          “Are you ready for thrills and spills?!”

          They were ready.

          “Are you ready to go absolute wild?”

          They were more than just ready and growing unbelievably louder.

          “Then please give a huge round of Ohio applause for our first contestant… Truckenstein!”

           Darlene stood up as the wave of uplifting excitement washed over her.  Long forgotten were the stabbing pains in her belly as the fevered pitch of the crowd fired her soul.  The electricity of the enthusiastic patrons surrounding her made every part of her body tingle with a strange frenzy.  She was on her feet next to her date and shouting the truck’s name along with everyone else.  With a roar from the crowd matching the shriek of the truck’s engine the black truck with the red Frankenstein face emblazoned on the hood tore down the narrow strip towards the line of cars.  Darlene’s eyes widened with exhilaration as she saw the dirt being flung behind the truck in twin brown showers.  Her heart began pumping in a feral pace as the vehicle rose up the small ramp and landed on the first car.  She held her breath as the truck tipped to one side and then the other as it crushed the lighter vehicle underneath it.  The scream of compressed metal echoed in her ears as it shrieked in protest from the weight of its attacker.  The truck dipped forward as it struck the gap between the car beneath it and the next.  It rolled upward as its rear end bounced forward propelling the metal monstrosity forward.  Darlene watched with glee as the big tires churned and stripped paint from the underlying vehicles.  The air was soon filled with the aroma of burning rubber as Truckenstein rolled and roared toward the middle of the line of cars.  Darlene grabbed Luke’s arm without knowing it and clung to him like a life raft.  She was jumping up and down screaming encouragement to the driver as the back of Truckenstein began to slide off.  The ass end of the truck swung towards Darlene’s side of the stadium with its massive wheels spinning wildly seeking any sort of purchase on the slippery, precarious surface. 

          “Go! Go on!  Come on you can do it!” she yelled at the driver as she tugged on Luke’s arm maniacally. 

          He shot her a gaze and she saw the wild look in his eyes as he watched her observe the spectacle.  Truckenstein managed to get just enough traction to pull itself back onto the vehicle below it and the driver frantically spun the wheel in an attempt to point it in the right direction.  Darlene screamed for joy as the truck jolted and jumped across the last five cars.  With another shower of dirt Truckenstein landed on the ground and roared around the track to the earsplitting, screaming delight of the standing-room-only crowd. 

          “Whatta think?” Luke shouted in her ear.  “Do ya like it?”

          Darlene was too consumed by the excitement to think clearly and could only shake her head up and down with a huge smile on her face.  Suddenly the cramps in her stomach took center stage and she fought to keep from doubling over.  The rowdy roar of the crowd pounded her ears and she tried not to fall over. 

          “Darlene, is you okay?” Luke asked with worry plain on his face.  But she couldn’t fight it anymore.  The twisting pain in her middle would not be denied.

          “I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom and do something about this right now,” she thought to herself. 

          She staggered down a few steps with Luke close behind her.  The crowd was still on its feet as the next truck rumbled onto the track.

          “Alright!  Our next competitor is the one, the only Metal Mangler!” the announcer bellowed.  Darlene was halfway down the steps when Luke finally caught up to her.  He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

          “Darlene, I say is you sick?” he demanded with a nervous look on his handsome face. 

          “Ladies’ Room,” she managed to spit out. 

          The two word answer was enough as her date took her by the arm and led her around to the back of the grandstands.  The smell of the forest struck her nostrils as they rushed into the semi-darkness behind the stadium.  Looking up it seemed as if she was at the foot of a tall, insurmountable man-made cliff.  To her left a tall fence paralleled the back of the concrete stands.  There were sparse and floodlights hung at regular intervals above the narrow path between the grandstands and the fence.  These dim, ancient bulbs cast light poorly in a strange, yellowish hue.  It was an eerie scene that would have bothered Darlene a lot more if she hadn’t been fighting off the cramps gripping her across the middle.  She could see the sign in the faint light over the door to the women’s restroom.  It felt like it was a million miles away.  Her legs were wobbly and her back had begun to ache.  Her thighs were tight as the discomfort sought other areas of her body to affect.  They got to the door just as a dog’s howl cut across the woods.

          “Was it the ribs?” he asked her politely.

          “No… it’s something else,” she replied vaguely. 

          “Oh,” he said straightening up quickly.  “I understand.”

Her back spasms made her hunch over painfully. 

          “It’ll be alright,” he told her. 

          She looked up angrily at him.  How could he possibly know what she was going through?  Why did men say such stupid things at times like these?  Her anger flared lava-hot in the very core of her soul.  Suddenly the need to rip out his guts to give him a painful reference to exactly how she felt came unbidden into her screaming brain.  The crowd roared unexpectedly once more and the raw excitement in their voices empowered her rage even more.  Her knees went suddenly weak as the ache grew more intense. 

          “Go away!  How can you know how I feel?” she snarled hatefully at him.  “Why do men always think they can relate to this?”

          “Look I’m sorry…,” he began. 

          She suddenly didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.  She just had to get away, no matter what the consequences were.  Darlene rushed towards the ragged gap in the fence just in front of her.  She staggered and stumbled into the arboreal darkness beyond the tree line.  As she half-ran towards the woods she could hear Luke’s cries for her to stop ringing in her ears.  Her flats flew off her feet as she stumbled through the underbrush.  The tall grass whipped at her legs and the prickly leaves of crabgrass tore into her pantyhose making her feet sting and bleed.  She plunged into the forest as low-lying branches tore at her dress and unraveling the beehive hairdo upon her head.  Long strands of blonde hair fluttered fairy-like in the moonlight as they trailed after her.  She could hear Luke crashing through the woods just behind her.  She glanced back and saw a pair of red eyes that seemed to burn the darkness as they scanned the blackness for her.  Fear shot through her like a hot spear thrust. 

          “What the hell else is out here?” she groaned to herself. 

          She spotted Luke near the entrance to the woods.   His tall lanky form was backlit by the blazing lights towering over the track of the motor speedway.  The harsh glare sent narrow shafts of light past the tall trees of the forest.

          “I found you,” Luke husked with a harsh sound to his breathing. 

           Darlene watched as his posture slunk down as if he was sniffing at the ground for her scent.

          “Stay away…,” she whined as she backed up against an old oak tree.

          “I can’t.  Not now, since you smell so good.”

          “Please I’m beggin’ ya!”

          “Darlene.  Sweet, sexy Darlene I’ve been waitin’ for ya for so long.  I sensed yer troubles at the laundromat and couldn’t keep my paws to myself.  When ya opened the door tonight yer scent made me crazy…,” he growled as he stalked forward slowly.

          “Please no…,” she cried fearfully.

          “It’s too late for no.  I’m gonna eat ya up!”

          The agony in her waist erupted in a horrible flare as Luke bounded forward into a solitary shaft of light.  His face rapidly elongated into a canine shape as he tore open his shirt scattering buttons that glittered in the man-made illumination as they rained upon the soft forest floor.  His feet tore apart his black cowboy boots as the space between the balls of his feet and his heels grew more distant.  Darlene peed down her leg submissively when his pants burst exposing his hairy genitals and a rampant cock.  Swishing between his deformed legs was a newly formed bushy tail.  His ears grew above his head and pointed horn-like towards the stars. 

          “Ready?” he asked in a growling, distorted voice as he licked his muzzle.

          “Oh God, this can’t be happenin’!” she cried as he slunk towards her. 

          “Oh it is.  There’s nowhere to run, I’ve got ya now!”

          The pain shot through Darlene’s frozen body as the werewolf closed in on her.  She started to bolt away but realized he would catch her before she could take a half-dozen steps.  She unclenched her fear surrendered.  A dead calm entered her mind as she just accepted her inevitable fate.  Her body relaxed in an oddly serene manner and she closed her eyes with a silent prayer.  Her figure morphed slowly and painfully as her dress was shredded by her altering physical form.  She fell to the ground and cried out in pain.  The front of her dress and bra burst apart with a long ripping sound.  Her hairy breasts, capped by pink nipples spilled towards the ground as they were exposed beyond the flapping of the fabric that once imprisoned them.  Her panties fluttered to the ground like the wings of a dying moth.  The sensation in her middle changed from a sharp pain to a hot burning, sexual need. 

         She whined puppy-like as she knelt down and assumed the proper stance.  She tucked her tail between her legs.  He approached her and she leaned farther forward thrusting her ass into the air in a seductive and submissive posture.  Her tail lifted of its own accord and she yelped in surprise as his cold nose touched her enflamed pussy.  She could hear him taking deep breaths of her musky scent.  He huffed and snorted at her sweltering bottom increasing both of their sexual agitation.  She heard him lick his muzzle and Darlene looked over her shoulder and watched wantonly as his long member moved forward.  The sight of his raging cock made her own loins erupt warm and moist.  She clenched her thighs giddily in breathless anticipation.  He was on her quickly and her breath was taken away as he stuffed his cock into her with a single, fluid motion. 

          “Luke…,” she growlingly sighed as he gripped her hips with clawed hands. 

          “Grrrrr,” he barely snarled an answer as his hips began pumping his thick organ into her with hot, happy thrusts and cold, sorrowful withdrawals. 

         The human portion of her mind began to unravel as the animal part of her nature took over.  She began to snap at him over her shoulder as he bit into her back cruelly.  His hands snaked around to pinch her protruding nipples with hot, agonizing delight.  She was pushed ever forward by his powerful hips which scooted her across the dirt scuffing up her knees.  Darlene raged at the invasion of her body and began to try to get away from his cruel assault.  She twisted her body and snapped her fangs at Luke as he repeatedly plunged in and out of her tight, trembling cleft.  The call of nature, so pure and true, swept through her as it was meant to be.  The urge to hunt, fight, run, and mate boiled hot in her untamed heart as she fought tooth and nail with creature behind her.  She had to make certain he could indeed conquer her physically.  He had to prove to the she-wolf that he deserved to take from her what she tried to deny him.  If he was strong, cunning, and worthy enough she would allow him spill his hot seed into her womb to fulfill the continuation of their species.  She listened as his howl tore through the quiet of the forest as he gave voice to his primal need to breed.  Her own desires were sparked fierce and feral as she gave herself over to the passionate coupling.  She felt his cock grow even wider as it filled and unfilled her aching cunt with its girth.  The blood from his bite trickled down past her nipples still burning in agony between his harsh, firm talons.  His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he approached the rapid end of this carnal race.  She leaned back into his crotch to allow him to bury his bone as deep as possible into her quivering slit.  His pace unexpectedly quickened and she welcomed the inevitable rush of his heated ejaculation as it jetted its way into the very core of her being.

          “Aarrroooooo!” he called into the night as he emptied his load deep into Darlene’s welcoming pussy. 

           Her orgasm burst forth dizzying in her brain mere seconds after his howl faded into the evening.  Her body shook with delicious convulsions as she too raised her muzzle and roared out a passionate cry of pure animalistic pleasure.

****

          The blood of the rabbits was smeared deliciously all over Luke and Darlene’s faces, lips, and hands as they dined on their after-sex meal.  They sat naked, once more in human form, underneath a circle of pine trees to dine on their gory, tasty tidbits.  It had only taken a few minutes for the two were-creatures to hunt down and dispatch the small fur-bearing critters.  Already Darlene’s body was letting her know in a very primordial way that she would soon be eating for more than herself.  She was licking the hot, sticky, and delicious fluid from her hands when she let out a ragged burp that made them both laugh.  Her newfound lover bent over slowly and kissed her on the cheek.  She leaned into his body and took comfort in the warmth of his flesh, the male muskiness of his scent, and the joy of meeting one of her own kind.

          “I ain’t like the rest,” he whispered seductively in her ear.  “I’m looking for a mate for life, do ya understand?”

          “I do,” she coyly answered him willingly binding herself to him in the ancient and primal custom of their species.  “I must admit I didn’t catch the scent of yer true nature until ya took on the change.”

            “Why were ya so reluctant to mate with me then?  I thought I was gonna have to chase ya from here to the next county.”

          “I guess I was tryin’ so hard no control my urges I didn’t sense what ya really were, Luke,” she said with a sigh.  “My mama told me not to come tonight, she knew I was in heat but I wouldn’t listen to her.”

          “Is she…,” he began.

          “Yep, she’s a full fledged werewolf.  So was my Daddy.  He got shot by a local farmer just after I was whelped.  She never did find another to take his place in her heart.”

          “I reckon I understand that.  One life, one mate… that’s the way nature intended it to always be.”

          “Amen to that,” she sighed contently. 

          Luke wrapped his arms around her and she began to clean off his bloody fingers.  This submissive gesture wasn’t lost on her newfound beau and he nuzzled her neck with a low growl.

          “I say we go make it official real soon.  I want you and you want me.  Any Justice-of-the-Peace can bond us for life,” he told her with conviction.

          “I say we already are, but I understand ya want to appease the human government.  But we still got a problem, Luke.”

          “We do?”

          “Yep, my girls are only half-breeds.  What’s growing beneath my heart is gonna be at odds real quick like with my twins.”

          “Well, I say we let nature take its course,” he suggested coldly. 

          “I agree,” she smiled with a wolfish grin.  “Survival of the fittest, after all is nature’s oldest law.”

Unconventional Assumptions

AUTHOR’S NOTE; The following story contains adult language and sexual situations, if you are below the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW.  I would like to dedicate this to my fellow members of Gratista Vampire Clan who’s diablolical and talented leader Mistress Rae found in her dark heart to invite me to join.  Raise a cup of non-sparkling nosferatu beverage, relax and enjoy!

Unconventional Assumptions

            I don’t know what possessed me to bother to attend it, but the 21st Annual Vampire and Horror Convention in Cincinnati was packed with teeming throngs of wannabe bloodsuckers.  The press of the bodies of those attending made me feel quite claustrophobic and thus uncomfortable.  Everywhere I looked I saw smiling fanged mouths, white powdered faces and a variety of gothic attire.  There were the classic tuxedo wearing men, Victorian garbed women in lacy gowns and a naturally a huge contingent of the vapid Twilight-obsessed crowd.   I had bumped into a hundred Draculas, countless Lestrades and an endless supply of Edwards and Bellas.  All around me they cavorted in capes, leather and drastic makeup.  People wrapped up in their favorite vampire creating a throng of pushing and walking humanity making my natural urges scream at me to leave suddenly.

            It was the second day of the event and walking through it in a lackluster mood I tried to uncover the nagging reason for why I had bothered to attend.  Was it out of sheer boredom?  Did I think I’d discover something about myself here?  Was I looking for some yet undiscovered excitement?  Whatever it was which caused me to take time out of my life to pay for a ticket to the nosferatu-themed expo still had a firm grip on my mind.   Like some carriage driver from days long past it cracked a whip over my consciousness silently and unexplainably forcing me to stay and wander.

            I passed by a booth selling false fangs hypocritically proclaiming on a large overhead banner their realness.  Fighting the urge to laugh I leaned over the counter just to see the quality. 

            “I see you’re a discriminating consumer,” a man’s deep, tremolo voice rumbled.

            I turned to see a very tall, thin man standing over my left shoulder.  Dressed in an Edwardian getup he was the very model of an Anne Rice vampire.  His dark hair was black as sin, wavy, combed back and slick with an herbal smelling gel.  His mane was held back in a ponytail by a beaten silver ring.  The intruder’s eyes with their red rims and dark brown irises bore into mine.  His nose was long an aristocratic.  The stranger’s lips as red and deep as Italian table wine, pursed in a pinched manner at the corners making his expression appear amused, yet possessed the distinct traces of a predator. 

Something bore into me like a worm making its way into a coffin to dine on the wasted, moldy flesh therein.  It penetrated my mind with relative ease and seemed to crawl around seeking answers to my identity, age and vulnerabilities.  The violation made me shiver and caused goose bumps to dot the exposed flesh of my arms and legs.  My thoughts were bared and he appeared to be able to scan them with the same general ease he could gaze upon my legs, arms and face.  No mental block I could summon up could oust him from my brain.  The psychic link he had made likened my brain’s defenses to the thin black material of my tube dress.  The dreadful feeling of having someone so quickly overcome my will made me feel horribly exposed.  I shifted my feet, almost falling forward from the misstep of my high heels.

            “Excuse me,” I hoarsely whispered. “I can’t get past you.”

            “Leaving so soon?” he inquired.

            The man’s voice was thick with a deep timbre and like the humidity of a summer’s day it cascaded over my body making me begin to sweat uncomfortably. 

            “Yes I-I’m late for a panel,” I lied.  “I really must go.”

            He laughed.

            It was a throaty chuckle that rumbled from far beneath his sternum and bubbled out of his thin lips.  I felt my knees buckle from the sound.  It was so manly, virile and sexual I long for him to do it again.  Bending at the waist in a very graceful and polite manner he spoke again.

            “My name is Trevor, Trevor McAllister at your service, my dear,” he stated.

            “I-I’m Jane Williams,” I stammered back.

            “It’s an honor and pleasure to meet you, Jane Williams.”

            “Same here.”

            “This isn’t your first convention.  Pardon my intrusion but I sense a bit of disappointment and mild disgust at our fellow enthusiasts.”

            “How did you know that?”

            “I study people.  You see it’s a hobby of mine.  I can tell by your expression, stance and the upward crook of your lips you find this all very amusing, in a sarcastic way.”

            He had me there.  Whatever mental prowess he possessed was right on the mark with how I felt about all the wannabes strutting around with their made-up faces, stereotypical dress and contrived mannerisms.

            “I’d say you’re observation is accurate,” I smiled tentatively.

            “Perhaps you would like a cup of tea,” he stated rather than asked.

            “Is that an offer or are you reading my mind?”

            “Both perhaps, what do you say?”

            His brown eyes drilled further into my thoughts plucking out my unconscious need to leave the convention floor and enjoy something besides all the fakery.  My hands began to tremble slightly and I found myself unable to break eye contact with him.  Tea sounded good, but not as interesting as Trevor.

            “I’d like that,” I heard myself say.

            “Then allow me to escort you to the hotel diner,” Trevor smiled.

            He offered me his crooked elbow and I couldn’t believe my immediate reaction as I slipped my arm through it.  Flicking a cane between a pair of fat white-faced vampire girls he brushed them aside and made a space for us to exit.  His long legs quickly matched my shorter stride without much effort.  His presence vibrated into my body, a pleasant thrumming feeling which I succumbed to with a guilty pleasure.

            “I must confess I have been following you for the past quarter hour,” Trevor said.  “Unlike the rest of these giggling, near hysterical girls I found in you something I liked—eerily familiarity about you.”

            I could only nod in agreement.  Turning away from his mesmerizing eyes I noticed for the first time almost every female in the crowd would turn his way with wanting gazes and their lower lip caught up in white teeth.  It wasn’t unusual as we walked past to hear them sigh.  The soft cooing sound reminded me of morning doves’ love calls.  Lips were licked and chests were thrust out to try to rein in his attention.  As we passed one youngster I could almost hear the shattering sound of her puberty breaking.  She said hello and in her utterance I heard the tinkling, musical tones of her innocence falling like broken glass upon a bathroom floor.  In short she, like the others we passed melted at just seeing Trevor.

            We made our way past the milling crowd and into the cafeteria.  He found me a seat and with smooth gentlemanly manners pulled it out for me, allowed me to sit down and then gently aided me in scooting the seat closer to the table.  With another effortless bow he moved away to fetch us our tea.

            I couldn’t figure out why I was reacting to him.  He was handsome, debonair and suave but I was no tittering virgin like those females we had left behind.  My experiences in both life and men were no help against the raw commanding power of Trevor’s august presence.  Just as I thought I had a handle on it, he returned and without trying defeated my hastily put together countermeasures.

            “If I might suggest,” he began, “the Earl Grey by this particular company is quite good.  If that’s not to your liking I would urge you to try the Oolong.”

            “Earl Grey is just fine,” I responded.

            He rapidly and errant-free broke open the small package and dropped it into the cup.  Trevor poured the hot water from the small stainless steel container causing a small, curling cloud of steam to rise above the rim. 

            “So where are you from?” he inquired tenderly.

            “Here, I live in the Queen City,” I answered.

            “Still I am quite curious to why, on a Saturday night, you would seek out such a dull and falsely laden activity.  Are you a fan of vampires?”

            I smiled faintly, my lips trembling above the rim of the Styrofoam cup.  Part of me wanted to know about him, but I feared it would be too mundane and destroy the mystery I was captivated by.  I decided to hold my queries for another time. 

            “So you are interested in the myths and legends of those who live off the blood of others.” He stated.

            “It amuses me at times.” I remarked.

            “Truly?”

            “I guess I’m a closet fan.  I’ve read the usual books and have indulged myself in wondering where the writers of such novels got their inspirations.”

            “But I sense there’s something you seek—some forbidden knowledge perhaps?  I feel a common bond between us, a need which emulates off of you like the heat of a furnace.  No I am in error, I detect your furnace is in need of stoking.”

            His frank and sexually laden words seemed to drape a cloak over us.  Like some magical spell those around us were masked from our private conversation and I noticed they seemed unaware we even sat nearby.  A spark of panic caused me to look around for help, an instinctive reaction on my part.  He was moving too fast, even for my tastes.

            “W-what do you mean by that?” I queried.

            “Nothing perhaps,” he said.  “Or maybe I have seen into your soul, Jane.”

            “I doubt that.”

            He leaned forward, his face taking on a hawk-like fierceness.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of his, like some frightened rabbit staring up into the sky while the predatory bird swooped down.  Too afraid of my impending doom I was frozen to the spot I sat on.

            “If I may be so bold,” he deeply cooed.  “I can feel it, this hunger just beneath your skin and it longs to be indulged, satisfied and examined.”

            “No I am in control of my passions.”

            “I beg to differ.  You perceive yourself as a dominant personality, yet I can see the truth as easily in your gray eyes you have an inner need to give yourself without reservations to the right person.”

            His orations and observations made my body quiver unexpectedly and I fought to try to stave off this intrusion into my private fantasies.  However no matter how hard I tried Trevor was right on the money.  I was very aroused by his musings and felt the desperation to indulge myself in them.

            “I am well versed in such things,” he whispered.  “I can teach you about yourself, bring to the surface the pleasures you long for.  However I am not so rude or crass to thrust them upon your person just because I can sense them.  It is your choice entirely.  We can adjourn to my room and take pleasure in discovering these hidden desires.  However I would have your cooperation and consent for despite my ability to delve into your heart’s mysteries, speak the right words and summon forth this need, I am no cad or villain to force you.”

            His unabashed offer hung there calling forth a smoldering, tantalizing and ethereal image between us.  My imagination perhaps contorted the steam of our cups into twisting shapes.  I could see them dancing and thrusting against one another in the smoky veil above the small circular table.  It sharpened into our bodies, naked and sweaty lunging into one another.  My ears rang suddenly and whether true or not I swore I could hear the soft cries.  Sobbing and begging the things we would utter if I indulged myself with him and tossed caution to the uncaring and tempestuous winds.  A howling of lusty passion coursed through my being.   I never wanted a man so bad in my life and this helped me make my decision.

            “I have no choice,” I husked out without thinking.  “I know not by what sorcery you have called this all forth but I don’t think I can forsake your kind offer.”

            Oh it was poetic and pretty, totally lacking in the truth of what I wanted to do to him naked.

            “Then take your time and finish your tea, my dear,” Trevor said.

            I looked into the milky haze of my white foam cup.  What swirled there didn’t interest me anymore for it wasn’t the stuff I craved now.  Despite its smooth flavor and heat my brain found it lacking in sated what I wanted in every sense.

            “I’m not thirsty anymore,” I said, almost with a moan of despair.

            “Then come with me,” he told me, offering me his smooth hand.

****

            The elevator ride filled me with a soul wracking suffering due to its leisurely pace.  I hugged my body against his fighting the urge to kiss him passionately.  His tall form seemed to not react to my hot burning need.  Breathing was an effort for me.  I sucked in air and expelled it in a near sob-like expulsion.  Trevor was like stone, a statue of calm serenity, unaffected by my carnal sufferings.  The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.

            “Follow me please,” he said in a languished tone.

            I couldn’t answer but clung to his elbow like a sailor would a chunk of debris after a shipwreck.  We strolled down the long, silent hall to his room.  He produced an electronic keycard and swiped it through the slot above the handle.  The small light flashed from red to green indicating he could enter.  Trevor opened the door.

            “Come inside and do not be afraid,” he murmured calmingly.  “I will not hurt you.”

            Still the ability to answer him wasn’t mine to utilize.  He gestured with his right arm and I stumbled into the darkened chamber under a barely contained control I longed to lose.  The clicking of the door behind me still sent anxiety throughout my body.  Was this smart?  Did I really want to go through with this?  He could be a rapist, a murderer or even a kidnapper.

            Trevor strolled around me while I stood stock-still in the center of the room.  I could feel his eyes brushing over my body, examining it like some wonderful piece of art.  My nipples grew erect, my panties dampened and my libido soared wildly out of control.

            “You are beautiful,” he stated warmly.

            “T-thank you,” I stuttered.

            “Unlike so many others downstairs you are not a lump of idiotic fat nor are you so dreadfully thin I fear I might break you.”

            My carnal need thundered through me, my heart pounded until I could feel its beat in every fiber of my being.  His words, so carefully chosen made me bite my lip.

            “I have never seen such long black hair, it almost flashes with a shining blueness due to its deep shade,” he continued.  “Your dress was artfully picked out by you.  The shortness of it almost cups your bottom but still maintains an air of dignity and maturity. Your modest bosom is covered but the red ruby necklace, dangling precariously by the golden chain draws the eye to the cleavage created by your bra.  Your earrings hang like dried droplets of blood from your perfectly formed lobes.  Ah you are quite a feast for the eyes Jane.”

            Each sentence ripped free the straining bonds I had remaining upon my desire.  His honest comments thrilled me, evoked my lust and stoked it to a blazing inferno.

            “Your neck is aristocratic, your face heart-shaped and beautiful,” Trevor remarked.

            “T-thank you,” I managed to say.

            “So I ask again, do you truly believe you are a dominate personality?”

            “Yes.”

            “I think not.  As we stand here I know no matter what I suggest you will do it without hesitation.  Your desire to be submissive, to please me will not allow you to resist.”

            In the secret chamber of my heart I knew him to be correct.  The falseness of my exerted control over my past few lovers became exposed by his comment.  Trevor’s words tore away the trivial belief I didn’t want to submit to a man.  He had seen into my soul’s true need, the first to ever do so in many a year.

            “Disrobe,” he softly commanded.

            I took a step back in shocked horror.  His eyes took on a flinty sharpness and I couldn’t tear myself away from them.  Icy coldness combined with that searing heat of lust shot up my spine when I realized my arm had crooked behind my back, reaching for the zipper.  I tugged it downward, our gazes still locked.  His expression never changed. 

            The shoulders of my tube dress became loose and sagged towards my breasts.  I slid the material off of me and it fell down past my flat stomach where I was forced to roll it over my ample hips.  The dress collapsed as easily as my will and puddle in a midnight pool around my high heels.  I shivered in just my bra and lacy panties.

            “You are perfection,” he husked out. 

            My heart quivered at the desire now present in his voice.

            “Thank you Trevor,” I muttered.

            “Step out of the dress, remove your shoes, bra and panties.”

            My heart cried out in agony when his need disappeared from his tone when he uttered the second command.  I gingerly untangled my feet from the fabric around them. My trembling hands reached once more behind me and unclasped my bra strap.  It fell around as I slipped out of it.  My nipples ached with longing for his touch after being fully bared for Trevor’s eyes.  Wiggling out of my black panties I stood there, naked as the day I was born and just as vulnerable.

            “You are without pubic hair,” he said, noting my baldness there.

            I could only nod in the affirmative.  Deep in my mind I prayed he wouldn’t discover my most hidden secret, the thing I kept from everyone.

            “Sit down at the table,” he instructed.

            My brow furrowed in confusion.  Why didn’t he touch me, kiss me or fondle my delicate assets?  I stifled a sniffle of regret but did as he said. 

            “Cross your left leg over your right,” Trevor stated.

            I did so.

            “Entwine your fingers together and place your hands in your lap.”

            Again I followed his commands without question.

            Trevor removed his velvet jacket, folded it neatly and set it on the table in front of me.  He leisurely, seductively undid the buttons on his frilly sleeves.  His fingers were long, delicate and tipped with perfectly groomed nails.  I shivered when I noticed they were filed to points.  My back convulsed after I fantasized about those raking my back leaving bloody grooves in my flesh.  Trevor unbuttoned his Edwardian tie and shirt.  Exposing a hairless chest, narrow and effeminate without a flourish of theatrics he slid it off his body.  My libido went into overdrive, my loins throbbed and my fingers longed to stroke the pale skin.  My breath caught in my throat when his hands unbuckled his belt.  Trying not to cry out in despair I watched him cross the floor to the bed.  With an expert’s ease he tugged off his low boots, his socks followed suit.  Trevor’s feet were as finely boned as his hands. 

            He stood up and took of his pants in a matter-of-fact manner and again my lungs froze when I saw he wore no underwear.  Trevor’s torso was smooth and only a faint trail of black curling hair wove down from his navel to the trimmed mane above his loins.  I couldn’t stop staring while he folded his pants and kicked his boots and socks under the bed.  My body was a thumping mass of quivering need when he took stroll around the table.  Unbinding his hair I witnessed it swing forward in a soft, black curtain around his face.

            “Your desire is overwhelming you, is it not?” he asked.

            “Yes,” I gulped.

            “How badly do you suffer?”

            “I-it is indescribable.”

            “You burn, ache and shiver with carnal need.  I will prolong this until I feel you are ready to experience the fullness of what you crave beyond all else.”

            I had no words to reply to this.

            He pulled out the other chair and sat upon it.  From across the table his eyes bore into mine as well as my soul. 

            “Come here,” he instructed.

            I stood up on shaky legs and moved in front of him. 

            “Take off your wig,” he whispered.

            My heart leapt in fear, he had correctly deduced the secret condition I had possessed since childhood! How was this possible?

            “No,” I said.

            “There will be no secrets between us Jane,” Trevor demanded.

            “I c-cannot do this.”

            “You must.”

            “Please you don’t understand my condition—it’s humiliating!”

            “Being yourself, the true person you are is not a shameful act.  I understand the nature of your disease and noted it after you disrobed.  There is no hair on your arms, loins or the nape of your neck.  The wig you use to hide this condition is as false and misleading as those vampire wannabes who patrol the dealers’ room downstairs.  I will not indulge this childish whim.  Remove your wig.”

            Since my birth I was diagnosed with Alopecia, a medical term given to a rare disorder which either caused hair loss or complete baldness.  I was born with it and nobody who knew me had an inkling of it, until now.

            “If you do not do as I say I will be forced to punish you,” Trevor grumbled with just a touch of an angry tone.

            Tears sprang into my eyes, hot and trembling they ran down my cheeks while I reached for my head.  With a sob I pulled off the long, black wig by its straight tresses.  Standing there with the hairy object in my right hand I waited for him to tell me what to do next.

            “Toss that offensive thing away,” he ordered.

            I flung the wig into the corner.

            He pressed his legs together and held out his hands to me.  I cocked my head at him, not knowing what he wanted.

            “Lay across my lap,” he said.

            An electric-like shock shot from the base of my spine and rushed into my skull.  I could feel my face blanch at his suggestion.

            “Do it now,” he stated more sternly.

            “Why?” I asked.

            “Because I said so and because you want to.”

            I knew what he was going to do.  Trevor’s constant inquiries about my mental make up, in particular how dominate my personality was could only mean one thing.  The muscles of my bottom jumped in an unconscious jerk.  My lips shook but I laid myself across his lap and closed my eyes.  I thought over and over this wasn’t happening, but it was.

            “Your rear is so delightfully plump, smooth and unmarred,” he husked out.  “It begs for my palm, surely you can feel it?  Since you took off your clothes I could sense the burning desire you possess for me to spank you.”

            “N-no,” I lied.

            But it was true.  I let him take control of the situation from the start.  Not only let this come to the act which was surely to happen, but I wanted it and gladly gave it to him.  Trevor owned me, perhaps for this moment only.  I shockingly came to the conclusion I was going to be punished, spanked and I was going to more than enjoy it.  The thrill of it made my sex convulse.

            “Prepare yourself, dear Jane,” he said in a throaty voice.

            My muscles tensed.

            The first surprising slap landed upon my right cheek and I could feel the instantaneous burn and shape of his palm.  My breath caught, my body shook and I fought back additional tears.  He warmed my bottom with easy strokes, alternating between cheeks until the pain burnt hot but my lust sang out for more.  Harder the strokes came.  The crown of my bottom stung and I could feel the heat spread out over those soft globes.  I gasped at a particularly hard slap and watched my humiliating tears drop from my chin to darken the carpet below.  My legs thrashed slowly and I dug the balls of my feet into the floor.  Despite the pain I held still.  My sex was slick, hot as it was smashed against his right leg.  I moaned out loud.

            Suddenly he stopped.

            “You have been punished enough,” he said, breathing heavily.  “Get up and go into the bathroom with me.”

            I climbed to my feet, swaying upon them until he gently gripped my upper arm and led me into the tiny cubicle.  When the light flicked on Trevor turned me gently around and bade me to look over my shoulder at the mirror.  I felt my eyes widen at the sight in the slivered glass.

            My arse was glowing a hot scarlet shade.  Almost all of the flesh of my bottom was scored red and suddenly I could feel the tightness of my skin as well as the burn.  While Trevor caressed my bald head and nibbled at the nape of my neck I stared with amazement at my searing rear.

            “I-I can’t believe this,” I choked out.

            “That you could take pleasure in pain or because you let me do it?” he countered.

            “Both I guess.”

            He turned me around to face myself in the mirror.  Trevor’s body caressed mine when he slid around behind me.  I could feel the tickling softness of his pubic hair, the smoothness of his skin and the coarseness of the palm of his right hand, the very one he had used to spank me.

            “Look at these delightful, heavy melons hanging so obviously ripe upon your chest,” he whispered.

            His hands took my breasts up, I shuddered from his touch.

            “You have never had a child.  Your nipples are still pink and tender, waiting to be kissed by my mouth, bitten by my teeth and plucked by my eager fingers,” Trevor commented.

            He began pinching my nipples and I gasped out loud in painful pleasure.

            “Should I pierce them?  Insert rings so I can attach a chain to lead you around the room with?” he suggested.

            “Yes,” I groaned lustfully.

            “Perhaps later…”

            I craned my head back and our lips met.  While I drank in the softness of his lips, the entwining of our tongues Trevor twisted my right breast and tweaked my now stinging nipple.  I whimpered with anticipation until his right hand coursed down my flat tummy to part the hot, wet folds of my sex.  Leaning into his caress I moaned with delight.

            “Let us adjourn to the bed,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss.

****

            Dawn was only an hour away and I watched the still form of Trevor lying upon the rumpled sheets of the rented bed.  Stretching out my length I sighed in contentment, it made my spanked bottom squeak with pain and my sore, aching nipples elongate.  The back of my upper thighs sang in sweet hurting stripes from Trevor’s cane.  My body was tired, smarting but sated.  I covered my mouth with a hand to stifle a ragged burp.  However I still hiccupped past my fingers and this made me laugh.

            Trevor had been amazing in bed.  His technique unmatched, his body deliciously firm and his stamina was something out of legend.  I looked at his sprawled form and stroked his cool flesh, pausing in a naughty manner at the limp, coiled thickness between his thighs.  His cock twitched at my touch and he awoke.  His daunting eyes sought out mine.

            “What have you done to me?” he asked in a fragile voice.

            “What you wanted,” I replied.

            “I’m so tired—I’ve never been this weary.”

            “Yes I know.”

            He had been right all along; I wanted so badly to be dominated like some sobbing submissive.  The realization he was so easily able to reduce me to a sexual slave seeking only to do his bidding and fulfill his desires made me smile.  Laying back down I curled my body against his and turned his head to the right.  The angry red holes with the dots of crushed dried blood made me feel a bit sad.  The puckered wounds leaked with water reddish fluid and vibrated with his dying heartbeat.  I watched, hypnotized by the fluttering of his jugular vein.  His breathing was shallow, ragged and dwindling.  He had only moments to live.  His rough treatment of my body and caused my other hunger to manifest and I had drunk too deeply of his life-fluid.  It had boiled over me, blotting out my common sense until I sank my teeth into his neck. 

I watched with sorrow as Trevor shuddered when I placed my left leg across his lower torso.  I twisted the fingers of my left hand into his intimate curls.  At that moment I came to the decision I couldn’t let him perish, I needed his domination of my body too much.  Clearing my thought I prepared to make the unholy offer, the same one my long-dead master made me back in 1857 in a bordello in Rome. 

The memory of the filthy, disgusting whorehouse in which I plied my body in trade for money so long ago came unbidden into my thoughts.  My orphaned existence on the streets of that Italian metropolis led me to become a prostitute at the age of twenty.  Men came and went, using me like some beast.  I donned whatever shade of wig they desired me in, answered to whatever name they made up and performed demeaning acts.  Afterwards I took their cash.  But Giovanni Di Marcos changed all that.  He sank his fangs into my throat and then offered me eternal life coupled with everlasting damnation.  I agreed.  From then on I stalked the streets of Rome, Venice, Paris and London.  A predator risen from the foul ranks of the whimper prey I had once been.  Becoming the captain of my fate and hating my former life.  Never did I imagine I would be so easily controlled to descend into such depravity again.  Yet I had wanted and came to love Trevor’s recent harsh treatment of my body—no in fact I couldn’t live without it.

            “Do you wish to die?” I mumbled past my scarlet smeared mouth.

            “No,” he croaked.

            “I can give you want you desire, just as you have done for me.  Is this truly what you want?”

            “Yes—please.”

            I rolled his head upward and pried open his pale lips.  Sinking my fangs into my wrist I swallowed quickly and then held my arm over his face dribbling thick blood into his mouth.  His tongue thrust out and smeared the crimson fluid over his lips, but managed to divert the flow which he took in greedy gulps.  His eyes opened.  I knew the rich iron taste now flooding into his fevered brain.  I withdrew my lacerated wrist.

            “That’s enough,” I instructed.

            “I never guessed you were really a vampire,” he mumbled.  “I felt your need to be disciplined but it masked your true nature.  I thought your hairless condition to be your final secret.”

            “Sorry to disappoint you.”

            “As a top, a dom that is, I trained myself to observe and deduce things about the bottoms, the submissives I encountered.  I have always been in control.”

            “Then this should be interesting.”

            “Why?”

            “Because after you change I will be your mistress and you will be bound to me until I am destroyed.  It’s ironic you dominated my body but I will now possess you utterly.”
            “I will not submit.”

            “Yes you will, you have no choice—but not in bed, not when we make love.  When we have sex it is I who will submit, even debase myself.  I will permit you to indulge your tender and clever ministrations upon my eternal flesh.  Think of it Trevor, you can hurt me but never enough to kill me.  Whips, paddles, canes or anything you’ve longed to use on a woman’s flesh can be employed upon my willing flesh.  I offer you an extended lifetime of domination over my body.”

            “But in other matters?”

            “You will serve me instead.  But I am a fair mistress—I will never risk your destruction for personal or profitable gain.  I belong to you forever.  My damned soul is yours as much as yours is mine.”

            “Sounds like a fair trade then.”

            “Quiet my love,” I growled seductively.  “Sleep and die—after the coming edge of night we will feast upon the fools below and come back to this room where you can spank, pinch, bite and torment me.”

            “I look forward to it,” he croaked.

            “I hunger for the sting of your cane.”

            He didn’t respond.

            I watched his chest heave in shuddering spasms and then he expired peacefully.  Getting up reluctantly I padded gingerly on welted soles over to the door and opened it.  I hung out the Do Not Disturb sign so we wouldn’t be discovered by the maid.   I shut and locked it, wondering how I was going to fit into high heels with my feet so tenderized.  I hadn’t brought additional clothing and my dwelling was on the other side of Cincinnati.  Outside the heavily curtained window the sun began to rise and my body started to stiffen up.  In jerking, weary steps I crossed back over to the bed and collapsed atop Trevor’s cold corpse.  The dawn stole away my ability to move, but I managed a smile before becoming as dead and unmoving as my new lover. 

We slept.