Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Traffic Stop

Suzanne saw the lights flash on behind her, and pulled the car over. She let out a sigh, knowing that while her insurance was up to date, the expired license in her purse was going to cost her a ticket and subsequently a lot of money.

As she watched the officer approach via her rear view mirror, she rolled down the window. She made note of how attractive the officer was, and hitched up her already short skirt a little bit more, and undid an extra button on her blouse.

"Good evening miss, I'm Officer Roberts. I've stopped you tonight for going 55 miles an hour in a 35 mile an hour zone. Is there any reason you were going so fast?"

"No officer, I apologize...I didn't realize how fast I was going." She smiled a little as she noticed he was busier looking at her chest instead of her face.

"Well, miss, you need to be more observant. These country roads aren't the in best upkeep...you could hit a pothole and flip your car, or run into a deer; or a cow or horse that's broken loose. Now, can I see you license, registration, and proof of insurance please?"

She got her license out of her purse, and handed it to him while she reached into the glove box for the other documents. She made a point to lean over slowly, showing off her shapely legs and her firm ass encased in her tight skirt. She sat up and turned quickly, catching the officer staring at her instead of the license. She smiled and handed him the papers.

He looked everything over and asked, "You do realize that your license is expired, correct?"

"Yes sir. I was out of state for work, and haven't had a chance to get to get it renewed."

"As it stands now, I'm sorry miss, but I'm going to have to write you up a ticket for these infractions."

She pouted prettily, and looked up at him with wide eyes, "Is there any way that you could let me off with just a warning? Or maybe we could work out a different kind of payment?"

"Miss, are you trying to bribe me? Would you LIKE me to add another infraction on your ticket?"

"Oh please, Officer Roberts...I can't handle another ding on my driving record! My insurance will go through the roof! C'mon...I know you've been checking me out," she slid her hands up her thighs and spread her legs, giving him a peek of her bare pussy, "You have to admit, I'm pretty hot." The officer paused, and she reached up and ran her fingertip over the tent in his pants, "Are you SURE we can't work something out?"

The officer growled, "Get out of the car."

Suzanne balked a bit at his tone, which was harsher than she was expecting, but she did as he said. He hauled her over to the trunk of her car, and bent her over it. With ease of practice, he maneuvered her until she found herself cuffed and helpless. Roberts kicked her legs apart and proceeded to frisk her, his hands rough on her body. His touch was making her squirm...and very wet.

"You got any contraband on you that I don't know about?" he growled in her ear as his leather gloved index finger penetrated her pussy and his thumb invaded her tight asshole. She let out a moan as his fingers thrust inside her.

"Nope, no contraband," he commented as he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her into the stand of trees by the side of the road. He found one with a lower branch, undid one of the cuffs, and raised her arms over her head. In no time she was re-cuffed to the branch. "I'll be right back Miss Suzanne...I hope you're ready for what you've gotten yourself into."

She listened as her car started up, and the officer drove it to a nearby drive so that it was off the road. He repeated the process with his squad car, then she heard him come back towards her, crunching through the underbrush. She started when she felt his hands rest on her hips. He grabbed the zipper on the back of her skirt, and slid it slowly down her legs. He reached around the front of her blouse, and ripped the delicate material right off of her. Then with his pocket knife he sliced through her bra, and the ruined undergarment fell to the ground.

She stood there naked except for remains of her blouse, and the cool night air caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She jumped as he reached around to roughly knead her tits and whispered in her ear, "You wanted to act like a whore? Well, I'm going to treat you like one. Spread your legs, bitch."

She was unsteady in her heels, but did as he asked. She then felt something begin to penetrate her pussy. It was so hard and so rigid that she figured it could only be his nightstick. A tear of humiliation ran down her cheek as she felt him lean in behind her. "You like that, you little whore? You like my big stick up your cunt? I hope you do...and you better put that pussy to good use during what comes next. This stick comes loose, and it's just going to get worse for you. For now, I think a stroke for every mile you were over the speed limit is a good number to start with."

Roberts stepped back, and dropped his gun belt to the ground, and removed the belt from his pants. He snapped the leather and folded it in half, and began to run the looped end up her legs. He smiled as he watched her body shudder, and her ass jutted out invitingly. With quick and deadly accuracy, he snapped the belt hard on her ass. She let out a yelp, but he didn't care. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no one around to hear her cry out. He pulled it back, and struck her other cheek. She tensed, putting pressure on her arms, and she wiggled to get some relief. Another stroke bit into her, and she frantically squeezed her pussy around the nightstick to hold it in place. The combination of sensations had her coming in no time.

Blow after blow landed on her ass until Roberts got to 20, leaving it flaming red, tender, and welted. She was openly sobbing at this point, and was almost relieved when she felt him pull the nightstick out of her. He moved in front of her and stated, "Well, it looks like you made a mess of my nightstick, you little whore. I think you need to clean it off. So start licking."

She did as he asked, licking her copious juices off of the weapon, making a show of it for him and hoping to make him happy with her. When she had cleaned it to his satisfaction, he tossed it down by his gun belt. He undid one of the cuffs, and spun her around, capturing her arms behind her back again. He forced her down to her knees, and stood in front of her, undoing his pants, and pulling down his briefs enough to free his cock.

Suzanne knew just what he wanted, and was eager to taste the big, thick cock in front of her. She leaned in to suck it, and took the head of it in her mouth. "God, you taste so good," she whispered as she took a breath. He smiled down at her, and stroked her cheek. Then he twined his fingers in her hair, and began to fuck her mouth. She went from willing participant to just a hole to be fucked in seconds. And she loved every second of it. She relaxed as he worked his cock down her throat, making little grunting sounds, and humming with pleasure.

Roberts looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was pliant in his hands. He decided she was enjoying herself a bit too much, and pulled out of her mouth. She let out a little cry of protest, and he slapped his belt across her tits. Tears of hurt and surprise came to her eyes, and he did it again. Despite the tears, he could see her breath quicken, and did it again. Her nipples were like hard little erasers jutting out, and he got the urge to suck on them.

He helped her stand, and backed her up to the tree, and ground against her. The rough bark on her tender backside caused her to gasp, but it turned to a moan as he suckled her tits. His hand moved down to the juncture between her thighs and found her so hot, wet, and ready for more. He strummed her clit, and her body began to shudder. He moved his mouth to hers, and kissed her roughly then whispered, "You already came once without my permission. Do it again, and you'll get another 10 strokes of my belt…this time right on your pussy."

He pulled his head back, and smiled grimly at the worry in her eyes as he kept manipulating her clit. Oh, he was going to make her come all right. He kissed his way down her torso, and his mouth eventually surrounded her clit. He wrapped his arms around her, and licked her clit gently at first, swirling his tongue around it, and then began to suck it while flicking his tongue across it.

She tried. She really tried. But the sensation of his mouth on her was just too much to bear. With a cry of pleasure mixed with defeat she bucked herself against him, and came violently.

He chuckled as he stood, and she steeled herself for what was going to come next. She braced herself against the tree as he used his knee to spread her legs even wider, and expose her sex.

"Time to make that pussy as red as your ass, Missy," with a quick flick the looped end of the belt slapped against her clit and she keened. He definitely was practiced, as he never slapped her hard enough to hurt unbearably, just enough to keep her up on her tiptoes. After the first five, he took a break and slapped the belt across her tits a few times. She jutted her chest out to meet the blows as the pain mingled deep inside with the pleasure of being punished. Then he gave her the last five on her cunt.

He looked at her as she stood there shuddering. She was a mess. Her makeup had run, and her hair had come undone and spilled in straggled strands around her face. The sleeves of her blouse still hung from her wrists. She was striped front and back from his belt, and she was so wet he could actually hear as drops from her pussy pattered on the leaves beneath her.

He felt he'd done enough for her, and it finally time to take his reward. He approached her, and spun her around to face the tree, the pulled on her hips until they jutted out just enough to show off her swollen, pink, and ready pussy.

She gasped as his cock slid inside her. She pushed back, taking him deep inside her, and let out a cry of pleasure as he began to thrust hard inside her. A few errant slaps on her ass accompanied his invasion of her body, and when he reached around to strum her overly sensitive clit, he whispered in her ear, "NOW you have my permission to come, Missy."

And come she did…her cunt spasmed around his cock, and milked it expertly. With a few more thrusts she felt him expand inside her, and blast his hot load. He stood quietly a few seconds as the pleasure of his orgasm subsided, then he pulled out of her. He wiped himself off with the remnants of her blouse, and tucked his cock back into his pants, putting his belt through the loops. Then he picked up his gun belt, and put that back on as well. In comparison to her current state, he looked fresh as a daisy.

He uncuffed her wrists, and put a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Damn, Mrs. Roberts...I think that was the best one yet."

She smiled up at him weakly, "It sure was."

He held her tight to him for a few minutes until her trembling subsided some, whispering to her how much he loved her, and what a good girl she'd been.  Then he tilted her chin until she was looking up at him and said, "Well, my dinner break is over...I've got to get back to work. Rest up sweetheart, and I'll see you in a few hours. When I get home, we can go get some breakfast, OK?"

"Sounds good, Honey...have a good rest of the night," Suzanne kissed her husband, and after picking up her clothes began heading up to the house. He watched as she walked off, still a bit wobbly from everything that had transpired. He smiled and walked over to the driveway where their cars were parked, and drove off, headed back out to finish his night shift.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Good Morning...

I wake up in the morning, and smile as I see you sleeping beside me. The night before had been wickedly hot – both the weather and the lovemaking – the blankets are on a pile on the floor, and I find myself feeling sweaty and sticky. This vacation to the Caribbean has been full of amazing sights, sounds, and experiences, and last night was no exception.

Leaving you sleeping, I make my way into the bathroom. I flip on the light, look at my reflection and smile. My hair is hopelessly mussed, my makeup - what's left of it - smeared. After brushing my teeth, I head into the tub, in dire need of a shower. I adjust the temperature of the water and step in, letting out a sigh as it runs over my body. I shampoo my hair, then soap up my shower puff, and begin to wash. As I rinse off the lather, the bubbles run down my skin lightly, feeling like feathery touches.

The way it feels gives me a shiver of delight, and a little smile crosses my face. I take the hand held shower head off of its base, and prop up my right leg on the edge of the tub. The spray is currently light, like a soft rain, and I know from experience that it will tickle more than it satisfies, and turn the setting to be it and the massager setting, which is a bit too hard. As I put the shower head between my legs, I purr as the pulsing water runs over my clit.

It feels so good…I press myself against the wall of the shower loving the feel of the cold tile against my nipples, contrasting with the warmth between my legs. I take my left breast in my hand, and begin to knead it, rubbing the nipple against the tile, then pinching the puckered little nub until I feel the sting of it shoot down into my pussy. I press my forehead against the shower wall, my eyes tightly closed, and concentrate fully on the amazing sensations my body is feeling.

Lost in my reverie, I don't notice that you’ve come into the bathroom, and are peeking in, watching me get myself off. As I begin to move my hips to get some variation on the spray, your cock is getting hard, and you want to join me, but you force yourself to wait until I come.

My thoughts begin to wander, remembering the night before and how good it felt while you were licking my pussy, and I let out a little moan. I remember the way you squeezed my tits while you ate me out, and I similarly squeeze the one in my hand, relishing the feel of it. I remember your cock inside me, your hands on my body stroking and tickling, your tongue exploring every curve and crevice, and just can’t take it anymore. A wave of pure pleasure starts in my core, and spreads out to every nerve in my body, and I come with a deep, nearly silent shudder.

At that point, you get into the tub with me. You take the shower head from my limp grip and put it back up, and then those touches that I imagined become real. Your hands rest on my hips for a moment, then you run your fingertips up my soft belly until your hands are cupping my breasts, your thumbs rubbing my nipples, your lips leaving a hot trail across my shoulders. My head falls back and I shiver as you kiss my neck. I turn and give you a lusty kiss, pressing myself against you, my cool skin meeting your warmth as I snake my arms around your neck and hold you close.

With a smile I spin us around so you're under the shower head. After getting you nice and wet, I put a little shampoo in my hands and wash your hair, giving your scalp a brisk rub. As you rinse your head I soap up a washcloth, and start running it across your chest and up your neck, then down your arms. Once your torso is clean, I squat down, and begin to wash your legs. I turn you around, and start working my way back up, planting a few kisses and nibbles on your bum. I then stand and run the cloth over your back, then back down to your ass where I run it lightly between your cheeks.

You spread your legs slightly and plant your hands against the shower wall as I begin to wash between your legs, running the cloth against your balls. I spread it flat against my palm, and surround your cock with my hand. The slippery soap and nubby material massage it...lightly at first, then a bit more roughly. I find my pussy start to swell with my own excitement as I feel you grow even harder in my hand. I drop the cloth to the shower floor, and rinse the soap off of you, then turn you back around so that your cock juts against my belly. With a groan I slide down your body and kneel in front of you, and begin running my mouth along your length. After teasing you like this for a few minutes, I feel your fingers on my head, silently asking for more and I'm happy to comply.

I take the head in my mouth, and run my tongue around it, licking and sucking it. Slowly I take more of you in my mouth, pressing my tongue tightly against the underside of your cock as I do so. I know that I'm doing a good job when your knees buckle slightly, and I adjust you so that you're leaning against the shower wall. I prop myself on the edge of the tub, and move my mouth down to your balls, sucking one than the other. I cup your cheeks in my hands as I take you back into my mouth, tickling along your ass crack, and you buck slightly against me. As I apply more suction, you begin to fuck my mouth. I feel your cock swell, and squeeze the base of it with my fingers, and remove my mouth to catch my breath. I’m not ready to let you come just yet.

I turn off the water, and shoo you out of the tub. Taking a towel, I dry you off, then myself. As I'm drying my back, you grab the towel and pull me against you for a hot kiss. Dropping the towel, we lean against the vanity. As our arms go around each other, I feel your tongue against my lips, and open my mouth to you. As our tongues spar, your fingers work their way between my legs to my dripping pussy, and I groan as they make contact with my clit. As you continue to manipulate my hard nub, you move your mouth to my neck, nibbling and licking, then work your way down to my breasts, alternately sucking on one then the other. You urge me silently up onto the vanity, and work your way down to my sopping pussy, and as your mouth makes contact I cry out. After a few minutes of you working your tongue inside me, around me, nibbling on my lips and clit, I clutch at your shoulders, and pull you up.

As our mouths connect once more, I lick your lips, tasting myself on them, my juices coating your chin. I slide off the vanity, and stand alongside it, bending over slightly as I brace myself with one hand on it, the other on the door jamb. You take your place behind me, and enter me slowly...both of us watching raptly in the mirror as you do so. Your hands grab my hips, and with one quick thrust, you bury yourself inside me. We both stand there a moment, gasping, enjoying the sight of the two of us joined together. Then I back up against you, urging you move inside me. You do so with an agonizing slowness, pulling out until just the head of your cock is inside me, then slowly moving back inside. I remove my hand from the vanity, and tweak my nipple, thrusting back against you, trying to get you to move faster.

Finally the teasing gets the best of the both of us, and you begin to move more quickly inside me, your hands grabbing my hips tightly. After a few minutes of this delightful friction I come with a yelp, clutching you tight inside me, and as I feel you swell, I tell you how much I want you to come for me. I push back hard against you, squeezing my pussy as tight around you as I can. Finally with a guttural moan I feel you release your hot cum inside me, and that triggers another small orgasm, and we finish together breathlessly.

I grab the washcloth from the tub floor, and clean us up a bit with it. You kiss me, then go off to order some breakfast while I finish getting ready. Yes, this vacation was just what we needed, and I’m looking forward to a lot more loving before it’s through.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

The Incubus

It started with the dreams.  They’d wake me in the middle of the night in a state of arousal that was almost unbearable.  They seemed so real…like there were hands and mouths all over me, all at once.  Stroking, licking, and probing everywhere… I’d wake up with wetness slicking my thighs, my nipples painfully erect and swollen, gasping for breath.

I’d furiously get myself off, sobbing in relief as powerful orgasms racked my body.  Trust me; my vibrator was getting quite a workout.  Once I finished and began to doze off, I could feel the hands that had aroused me calmly stroking my body, kneading out the tension, and I would fall into a deep and restful sleep and wake up in the morning happy and refreshed.

Thankfully during the day, my job kept me busy enough that I could keep my mind on the tasks at hand, but once I got home, my thoughts would stray and I’d keep checking the clock, anxious for bedtime to arrive.  I didn’t understand what was happening, and yet I didn’t question it either.  It just…well, it just felt so good.  What I was feeling was the most pleasurable experience I’d ever had, and I honestly didn’t want it to end.

And then the dreams changed, and I began to catch glimpses of my secret lover.  A red-hued eye, a chest that looked like it was chiseled out of black granite.  A soft and silky cock rubbing against my thigh…but when I’d reach out for him, he’d disappear, and I’d wake up unhappy and frustrated.  I knew what I was dealing with wasn’t human, but I didn’t care what he was.  I just knew I wanted him to ravage me, and turn me into a quivering, incoherent mess.

One night I went to bed, and settled in with a favorite book of erotica, and fantasized about my mysterious lover doing to me what the hero of the book was doing to his conquest.  My hand strayed down between my legs, and my fingers easily found my clit.  I paused long enough to put the book aside and remove my panties, and then I resumed pleasuring myself.  My body undulated as I imagined my dark lover thrusting his cock inside me.  I slipped my arm out of one of the straps of my nightgown to bare my breast, and began to pinch my nipple with my other hand, sending shooting sensations of pleasure and pain straight to my core.

Just as I was about to climax, my eyes fluttered opened and darted over to the corner of the room.  There he was, watching me.  I took him in…the sensuously curved horns, the achingly beautiful face with the soft ruby eyes and sly smile.  He had strong arms crossed over a well muscled torso that faded to softly furred thighs, and ended in shiny hooves.  And his cock…it was like a column of obsidian jutting proudly from between his legs, with large heavy balls hanging below it.

He was dark and strange, but so beautiful.  As if in a trance, I slid out from under the covers and turned my body towards him, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs in a lewd invitation.  Without a word he came to me, and I gazed at him longingly as he grasped my legs and pulled me towards him.

His lips met mine, and it was like a shockwave through my system.  They traveled down my body and he circled my nipple with his rough tongue eliciting a cry from me.  He slipped my nightgown off my shoulders, and I raised my hips so he could slide it off of me.  He peppered kisses down my belly, and then dipped his head between my legs.

He  proceeded to pleasure me with that amazing tongue… exploring my pussy or sucking and licking on my clit.  I found his horns made a great place to rest my hands, and helped me to move him right where I wanted him.  Not that he needed any help…he seemed to know instinctively where I wanted him, and how much pressure to apply.  Instead, I found I was using them to hold on for dear life as he brought me to an amazing climax.

He lifted his head and smiled.  My juices shone on his chin and the small goatee he sported.  I reached for him, desperate to suck his beautiful cock.  He stood, and I scrambled off of the bed and onto my knees, and took it into my mouth.  In old books that I’d read, they said the devil’s penis was spiky and cold, but that wasn’t true with my demon.  His was smooth, and hotter than normal.  The pre-come that leaked from the tip was sweet like honey, instead of the salty semen of a human male.  This combination made it just irresistible, and I sucked on it ravenously, wrapping my arms around his legs, and gripping his ass.  The fur on his thighs tickled my nipples, and the combination of all these things made me just crazy.

His cock was huge, but I did the best I could to take him all the way down my throat.  He let out a low rumble – the only noise he’d made up to that point – and it spurred me on, happy that I was pleasuring him as much as he had pleasured me.  I felt his cock throb, and he tried to push me away, but I held on determined to make him come.

He gave in, and put his hands on the sides of my head, and began to fuck my mouth.  I hummed with pleasure, and the vibrations in my throat finally did him in.  With a growl he spilled his seed, and I swallowed every drop of that sweet nectar.  When he was finished, I finally let him go, and sat back on my heels and wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

He reached down for me, and helped me to stand.  He lowered his lips to mine, and we kissed a while, exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming over each other’s bodies.  I was in an absolute delirium of lust.  Never had any man gotten me into such a state of arousal as this amazing creature had.  I let out a whimper, and he looked at me questioningly.

“Please”, I whispered, “please fuck me.  I need you, want you, crave you.  I have to feel you inside me.”

He smiled, and lifted me up in his arms, and with one swift movement, he impaled me on his cock.  I was wet, open, and more than ready, but I still wasn’t fully prepared for this invasion.  It stretched me wide, and there was a sharp pain mixed with the pleasure which caused me to gasp.  But he didn’t stop, and I honestly didn’t want him to.  He turned and forced me up against the wall, and began to buck his hips, driving that monster dick relentlessly into me.

The rough brick scratched up my back, and I begged him to move us back to the bed.  He lifted me off of him, and placed me on my hands and knees on the mattress, and knelt behind me.

“Oh yessss…” I hissed, “Fuck me from behind, my beauty.  Fill me with your cock.”

I started a bit as his fingers dug into my hips, but when the head of that fat cock nestled between my nether lips, I pushed back onto it.  This spurred him into action, and he began to piston inside me.  The friction was intense, and his grip tightened painfully.  But I didn’t care.  He was hitting my g-spot just right, and I was frantic to come again. I clutched at the blanket, and met him thrust for thrust.

Then to my surprise, the sensations from my dreams returned, and there were hands kneading my tits while warm mouths flicked at my nipples...fingers invaded my mouth, and I suckled them desperately, while others spread the globes of my rear, and began to fuck my asshole.  Another mouth attached to my clit, sucking it hard.  All the while my demon continued to plunder my pussy from behind.  The sensations were overwhelming, and when I finally came, it was like my body exploded.  I was wracked with sobs, every nerve in my body jangling.

The contractions that hit my body drove him over the edge as well, and with a roar he released his seed inside me, the warmth of it diffusing through my entire body.  I collapsed onto the bed, and barely noticed when he pulled out of me.

He lay down next to me, and took me into his arms.  I continued to sob against his chest as he soothed me with gentle touches, and whispers in a language I didn’t recognize.  Once I calmed down, he put a hand under my chin, and tilted my head up.  He kissed me gently…on the forehead, my eyelids, the tip of my nose, and finally my mouth. I kissed him back, stroking his smooth cheek with my fingers.

I pulled back, and looked deeply into his eyes and asked, “Will you be back?”

He smiled, and nodded.  Happy and satisfied, my exhaustion finally hit me, and I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, and when I woke in the morning, he was gone.

I never know when he’ll show up, but when he does, I know I’m in for an amazing night.  Is it wrong?  I don’t know.  To be honest, I don’t really think about it.  We’re always happy to see each other, and he never hurts me.  Well, nothing beyond what I want anyway.  There’s no fear, no trepidation, it just is what it is.  And if there’s ever a time that I ask him if he’s coming back and he says no, then I’ll deal with it.  But until then, my dark lover is welcome into my bed, and my body is his for the taking.