Chrome and Hot Leather

May 25th, 2011 by DiQld

A story from a clent….

It had been a tough week at work and Sam was glad to see the end of it. It was Friday and he was on his way home. Well, he would be if he wasn’t stuck in traffic. Something had happened to the powerlines ahead, one of the lanes was closed and a traffic controller had stepped out in front of him with his stop sign just as he was about to pass. Waiting at the front of the queue Sam was watching people walk by when an approaching headlight in his rear view mirror distracted him. The light grew brighter and with a low rumble a motorcycle pulled up beside him then rolled forward slightly. It was hard to tell how tall the female rider was sat in the saddle but she had long sandy brown hair that flowed out from under her helmet, over the collar of her black leather jacket and down her back. She wore low cut jeans and boots but it was the g-string poking up above the waistband of her jeans that he found himself fixated on. He knew that it is rude to stare and really should have looked away when he noticed her check her mirrors but it was too late. Releasing her grip on the front brake she rolled backwards slowly until level with his front door. Looking in the window she pulled her sunglasses down with her middle finger just enough to look over the top of them. “Something catch your eye?” she sneered as he shifted in his seat. Bugger! Busted! “S-Sorry” he stumbled “I didn’t mean to stare”. “You mean, you didn’t intend to get caught” she replied with a smile as her mood mellowed just a touch. Sam tried to answer but could only manage an embarrassed grin. “I’ll tell you what” she said as she removed her sunglasses and tucked them into her ample cleavage “If you can keep up, I’ll show you something really special”. It was a proposition that took him by surprise and he swallowed hard as the stop sign in front of them flipped from stop to slow. She snapped open the throttle, dropped the clutch and roared off towards the freeway on ramp as the little man that had already begun to swell in the front of Sam’s jeans started screaming at his brain “Go you fool, Go!”.

Merging onto the freeway in front of a large truck Sam scanned the lanes ahead for any sight of the leather clad biker girl. Luckily the traffic was now flowing smoothly and he caught a flash of movement ahead as the last rays of the evening sun reflected off the chrome of a speeding motorcycle. His foot was pressed hard to the floor and he dodged in and out of both lanes just trying to keep her within sight. A gap appeared over the next hill and he saw her in the distance pulling off on the next exit. Reacting quickly he changed lanes a little too eagerly and received a horn blast and the finger for his troubles before exiting the freeway.

They were now travelling through suburban streets and only just matching her turns Sam was struggling to keep up. Rounding each corner he would only catch a glimpse of leather and chrome before she disappeared up the next street. The long straight which followed proved lucky as he only just caught sight of her turning into a unit complex and vanishing from view. He pulled up out the front but the gates were closed. He was trying to decide what to do when suddenly they opened so he drove in. Now where the hell was she? There were a lot of units and driving up and down he couldn’t knock on all those front doors. Then, he heard it…tink, tink, tink, header pipes contracting as they cooled in the chilled evening air. The unmistakeable sound of a Harley that had been ridden hard and put away hot! Parking outside he walked up the front steps and knocked on her door. 

The door opened and Sam walked in to find her standing there in stockings, heels and her black leather jacket draped in chains. “Took your time didn’t you” she said as he stepped closer. Fighting back the nerves that were making his knees shake he slipped his arms around her waist then drew her close to his chest. He felt her breast press against him as he kissed her softly. She ran her hand up the back of his head then, pulling him even closer kissed him back hard. Her other hand that had been stroking his crotch now undid his zip and began fondling his hard cock. She pulled back from him slowly and smiled. “Hi” he said “my name is Sam”. “Well” she replied “if you are going to be Sam then I’ll be Delilah, or you could just call me Dee”.  Sam was no longer nervous. Every fibre of his body was now pulsing with a primitive lust. He could hold it back no more. Taking a firm grip on her waist he spun her around then bent her over the kitchen bench top. She spread her legs and Sam was now kneeling on the floor behind her. Slowly he pulled down her g-string and unhitched it from her heels as she stepped out of it. He ran his hands up her silky legs then kissed her gorgeous bum. Dee giggled as Sam kissed the inside of her thighs. He could smell her sex and it drove him wild as he tilted her hips forward then slid his tongue into her delicious wet pussy. Dee let out a sigh as Sam continued to lick her as his fingers found their way inside her. He could tell that she wanted him so he stood up and pulled his jeans down the rest of the way. Standing behind her Sam took a hold of his throbbing hard cock, Dee gripped the bench top and moaned softly as he entered her. He felt the warm wetness of her pussy and began to stroke it slowly. Reaching forward Sam gripped Dee’s shoulders then increased his rhythm “Ohhh, Fuck Yes!” she called out. The chains on her jacket were rattling and Sam could hear his pelvis slapping against her bum as her fucked her hard. He released his grip on her shoulders then reached inside her jacket and caressed her beautiful breasts with both of his hands. Sam slowed his pace as he noticed a barstool pulled up under the bench top. He hooked it out with his foot then turned Dee back around to face him. He sat her down on the barstool, taking one of her legs he raised it up over his shoulder then stepped forward and slid his glistening cock inside her. Sam felt the silky smoothness of her stocking clad calf muscle against his neck as he gripped her leg and drove himself into her hard. Sweat began to trickle down his back as he increased his rhythm even further. “Oh God!” Dee let out. Sam could tell she was close and he held her tight as her whole body shuddered with ecstasy. She gripped his arm, relaxed back onto the chair then smiled with satisfaction. It was a smile that soon turned to a giggle when she realised that Sam was now wearing most of her lipstick so she tried to wipe it off. Stepping down from the chair Dee took a hold of Sam’s cock then said “follow me upstairs and we’ll get comfortable, now it’s your turn”. Doing as he was told Sam stumbled up the stairs behind her with his jeans still around his ankles. 

Once inside the bedroom Dee walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. She turned to Sam and said “why don’t you go into the ensuite and wash off the rest of that lipstick and take off those jeans while I get myself ready”. Washing his face in the sink Sam was wondering what “now it’s your turn” meant. He took off his jeans, boots and socks then stepped back into the bedroom. He leant back against the wall and watched Dee from behind as she fastened the last buckle on what appeared to be cross between a harness and some kinky leather underwear. His jaw dropped and he gripped the door frame tightly as she turned to face him. Attached to the front of the “harness” she wore was a large black rubber cock. Sam couldn’t move. He felt himself fixed to the spot as Dee stalked towards him with a small packet of lubricant in her hand. She tore open the packet with her teeth then sucked out the contents and threw the packet aside. Standing in front of him Dee parted her lips, and allowed the lube to dribble out, Sam watched the liquid dribble down her body and land on the rubber cock as she began stroking it with her hand. Sam didn’t know what to do. He had wondered what it would be like to be loved by a woman but now the chance was upon him he was unsure. But he didn’t back away. Reaching forward Dee stroked Sam’s cock, fondled his smooth balls then reaching between his legs tickled his ass with her lubricated fingers. Sam let out a moan as Dee slipped first one then two fingers inside him and began to work them in and out slowly. Stepping close she lifted one of his legs and cradled it in her arm. With her other hand she took a grip on her cock and pressed the tip of it against his ass then pushed. Sam gripped her shoulder tight as the head of her cock entered him. He felt a burning pain and at first it hurt quite a bit so Dee applied a bit more lube and tried to get him to relax. She increased her rhythm but Sam stopped her “slow down” he asked. Dee leant forward then whispered in his ear “stop whining and take it like a man!” she tilted her hips and slid the full length inside him. “Oh Fuck!” Sam called out. The extra lube was helping but he found the position awkward so they both fell on to the bed. Dee laid Sam on his back, she knelt between his legs and as she watched his face, she lifted them both over her shoulders. She applied more lube to the length of her cock then entered Sam again. He found himself gripping the sheets as she increased her pace and began riding him harder. Dee held his legs tight and looked into his eyes. Sam looked back at her with a mixture of desire and disbelief. He still couldn’t quite grasp what was happening to him but he knew he liked it. Dee reached down at began stroking Sam’s cock, faster and faster she pumped it with her fist. She started fucking him harder, he was close now, she could see it in his eyes. He arched his back and began to tremble. “Oh God, I’m coming” he screamed. Dee gripped the base of his cock hard and squeezed. A hot white jet shot through the air as Sam came all over himself. He collapsed on the bed as Dee withdrew from him. She unbuckled the strap on cock then laid beside him smiling. “Told you I’d show you something special” she said as Sam opened his eyes. They laid together talking and giggling about what had just happened then jumped into the shower and rubbed soap all over each other. Sam kissed her goodbye at the front door and as he turned Dee slapped him hard on the ass “come and find me again sometime” she said as he walked towards his car. He turned, smiled and waved goodbye, then thought to himself “Definately”.

Public Transport

November 3rd, 2010 by DiQld

A Fantasy – Kindly donated by a horny friend…

I’ve never been a fan of public transport, must be something about all those bodies in a confined space I guess. However something happened recently that has made me change my mind.
I had dropped my car off for a major service so I had to catch the bus home from work. Sitting near the back of the bus I started day-dreaming about what I was going to do when I got home. The bus was getting full now and all around me people were busily fiddling about with their phones, ipods and other various techno gadjets. We made another stop, more people got on and began squeezing their way towards the back. A woman who had got on at a previous stop had been shuffled back so far that she was now standing beside me. There was just something about the way that she carried herself that made me take notice.
She was a mature woman with sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, lovely curves and gorgeous boobs. She wore a buisness suit with a shirt unbuttoned just far enough, a mid thigh length skirt with a split at the side, black stockings and high heels. Looking like a very confident and in charge kind of woman, I began wondering what she was doing on the bus. Perhaps her Mercedes was in the dealership and she had to find another way home too.
The bus pulled away from the stop and everyone held on as we moved off down the road. I suddenly realised that a true gentleman would give up his seat for a lady. So, seeing my chance I turned to her and offered to surrender my seat. She smiled and thanked me for the offer but said that she had been sat down in meetings all day and was actually glad to be standing up for a while as she had quite a sore bum. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that comment as visions of me volunteering to massage her lovely bum to make it all better began to flood my brain. Instead I just smiled and turned to look out of the window. It wasn’t until I saw something moving in the corner of my eye that I turned back to see that she had taken one of her shoes off and was tapping it against the seat to remove some foriegn object. It was at this point I also noticed her sexy feet and her red painted toenails. She put her shoe back on and standing there beside me I began to wonder if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. A question that was soon answered as she changed hands on the handrail and shifted her stance to favour her other leg. As she did so the hem of her skirt hitched on the side of the seat and the split parted enough to allow me just a glimpse of the lace part of the top of her stockings. Being a big fan of stockings and heels I found it hard not to look and soon had to change my own position in my seat to hide my state of arrousal. Just changing position was not enough, there was another guy sat in the seat next to me and I didn’t want him thinking that I was standing to attention for his benefit so I reached to the floor to get my laptop out of its bag. As I did so the bus rounded a corner and my hand brushed against the womans stocking clad leg. I froze for a moment anticipating a scream or a slap on the back of the head, as neither was forthcoming I looked up and smiled apologetically. Whether she didn’t care or she realised it was an honest accident I wasn’t sure but as she smiled back at me the hint of mischief in her eyes was unmistakable.
My laptop was now in position and I had logged on to some random website to make it look like I was doing something important. I looked around us. Everyone was packed in tight and nobody was looking down, they were all too busy playing with electronic gadjets, reading or looking out of the windows. So as I placed the bag for my laptop back onto the floor I brushed my hand against her leg once more. This time I made sure that she knew it was no accident. I had positioned the screen of my computer so as I could see her in it. As I looked at the reflection of her face she smiled back at me then winked. I took this to mean that my hints at an advance were not unwelcome and so with one final glance around the bus to make sure no one was watching I let my arm fall down by my side. The anticipation of touching her made me tremble as I reached across and put my hand on her calf then began to stroke it slowly. She leant in towards me and pressed her hip against my shoulder. Gently carressing her calf, I ran my fingers up and down the seam on the back of her stocking. I looked around the bus again, everyone was still oblivious to what was going on in front of them so I moved my hand first to her knee then higher to her soft and silky thigh. Her hand was on the rail at the back of my seat and her long red fingernails began stroking the back of my neck. I was now fondling the lacey part of the top of her stockings and was beginning to imagine what the touch of her satin underwear would feel like. This question would remain unanswered as to my surprise I soon discovered that she had left the house this morning without under wear. She had however, had time for a shave. My cock was so hard now that it almost tipped the laptop onto the floor. Sensing my intention she parted her legs further and I reached up higher and began to gently massage her clit with my middle finger. The warm wetness of her pussy was all over my hand so I drew two fingers backwards then slowly slid them inside her as her long red nails bit hard into the back of my neck. I began stroking my fingers in and out of her in long slow motions. I could feel her hip gyrating against my shoulder. Then the bus suddenly hit a pothole and she let out a little shriek as my fingers were forced deep inside her. I looked around us expecting to get caught but most people seemed to be more entertained by the embaressing girly scream that eminated form the guy sat two rows in front of us. Just as I was regaining my composure the bus slowed and pulled over. The woman gently returned my hand to my side then stood up straight and adjusted her skirt. I thought the reason she had stopped me was we had nearly been caught but instead she leant down beside me and whispered “This is my stop, are you coming or are you just going to sit there nursing that hardon?” I didn’t need to think twice.
We got off the bus along with three other people and as it pulled away I turned towards her to introduce myself. I hadn’t even opened my mouth before she met me with “Don’t tell me your name, follow six paces behind me and don’t spend all your time staring at my ass”. Fuck! I thought, what was I getting myself into here? She turned and started walking up the street. I waited for her to get six paces ahead of me then followed. I was just wondering what it was going to be like to get my hands on that beautiful bum when WHACK! I stubbed my toe on a section of the footpath that had been lifted up by a tree root. SHHHHIIT! that hurt, I dropped my laptop and tried to stiffle a silent scream. From six paces ahead I heard “I told you not to spend all your time staring at my ass”. Bloody hell, from now on I’ll do as I’m told I thought as I limped off after the owner of that gorgeous rear end and those lovely boobs.
I had followed her through the gate and up a couple of steps to the front door of her townhouse. I hardly had the time to close the door behind me before she pushed me backwards hard up against the door and, stepping forward plunged her tongue down my throat. I ran my hand up her neck and grabbed the back of her head then kissed her back hard as she opened my shirt and began raking her long red nails across my chest. Those lovely boobs were straining against her shirt buttons so I peeled off her jacket and began taking off her shirt while she unzipped my fly then reached inside my pants and started to stroke my cock. Her shirt fell to the floor and I wrestled with the srtap on her bra until I managed to release her gorgeous breasts. Leaning forward I took one in my mouth and licked and sucked on her nipple as she now had my cock out of my pants and was stroking it hard. Suddenly she let go of my cock then took me by the hand, I followed her towards the stairs that led up to her bedroom. She started to climb the stairs but I couldn’t wait, reaching out I grabbed her waist and stopped her on the first step. She knew what I wanted and leant forward to take hold of the railing at the side of the staircase. Standing behind her I dropped to my knees and began carressing her stocking clad legs. Starting at the ankle I kissed the seam on the back of her stockings and followed it up her leg until I came to the lace at the top. She giggled as I softly kissed her gorgeous bum then, as I began kissing the inside of her thigh she parted her legs further and the sweet smell of her pussy washed over me. I took a firm grip on her leg with my left hand and placed my right on her back then, pushing her forward a little more I slid my tongue inside her. She moaned softly as I continued licking her pussy and massaged her clit with my fingers. Her taste was incredible and I could have stayed down there longer but when she said “I want your cock inside me!” I was only too happy to oblige. Her long red nails gripped the carpet on the stairs as she bent over in front of me. I spread her legs a little further then positioned my cock between her thighs and began rubbing it up and down her clit. She reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand then, moving it back slightly she pushed just the tip inside her. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy on my cock so I tilted my hips back, grabbed her by the waist then entered her slowly. She let out a low moan as I picked up the pace slightly and began sliding the length of my cock in and out of her. Looking down I could see her lovely bum peeking out from under her skirt so I undid the zip on the back and slid it up around her waist to give me a better view as I drove myself into her hard. We both sensed the need for some more comfortable surroundings so I withdrew my cock and tickled her on the bum. She shrieked as she took off up the stairs and I chased after her.
We burst through the bedroom door and stopped by the side of the bed where I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She turned then pushed me backwards so that I fell onto the bed. Lying on my back I took hold of the rail at the foot of the bed with both hands to pull myself round to a better position. She clamped her hands on top of mine, straddled me then began to slide her pussy up and down the length of my cock. It was so wet it felt incredible as she allowed just the tip of my cock to enter her. She began riding me but did not allow my full length inside her, every few strokes she would take a little more then a little more, teasing me until I thought I would scream then she tilted her hips, sat down hard and started to grind on my cock. I gripped her hips and began to mirror the rhythm with which she was riding me, faster and faster until I heard myself scream “Oh God yes, Fuck Me!” I adjusted my position on the bed and was able to drive up hard into her every time she came down on me. She then leant forward so that I could take her gorgeous boobs in my mouth and I began licking and sucking her nipples as she moaned with approval.
The sweat was beginning to pour off our glistening bodies as she rolled off me and positioned herself on all fours so that I could take her from behind. She parted her legs and I gently pushed my hard cock inside her. She let out a low, soft moan as I began fucking her with long smooth strokes. I parted the cheeks of her lovely bum so that I could watch my cock slide in and out of her slowly then she turned to me and said “You can fuck me as hard and as fast as you like”. Her skirt was still pushed up around her waist so I bunched it up and held onto it with both hands like a set of reins. Steadily I increased my pace. Faster and faster, I built up my rhythm until she lifted her head from the pillow and let out an almighty “Ohhh Fuck!” This only spurred me on and gripping her tightly, I began driving myself into her hard. The air was filled with a furious slapping sound as our bodies crashed into each other over and over with increased speed. A wave of pure ecstacy was washing over me and I had to look this beautiful woman in the eye as we played so I slowed my pace and withdrew my cock before turning her over onto her back.
Taking both of her legs I raised them up over my shoulders then took my cock in hand and began sliding it up and down her wet pussy, stopping just to slap it gently against her clit. This made her giggle sweetly as I tilted my hips forward then I gasped as pushing down I felt her female warmth envelope my hard cock once more. Passion overcame me again and I began fucking her hard as I gripped her stockinged thighs. Kissing and licking her silky soft legs I drank in the smell of our sex and started stroking her even faster as she screamed “Fuck me just like that!” My lips had reached her ankles and I couldn’t resist any longer so, reaching down I grabbed hold of one of her stockings then ripped it off and wrapped it around my neck. With a firm grip on her ankles I started kissing her sexy feet from the heel up untill I reached her lovely naked toes. I kissed each one in turn until I got to the big toe then I parted my lips and let it slid into my mouth and started sucking it as she gripped the sheets and said “Fuck! that feels good!” I could sense that we were both close to the edge now so using my last reserves of strength I pumped her as hard as I could. Her legs started to tense and straighten out which pushed me back hard and I thought my spine was about to crack. She bit her lip and began shaking as I gripped her ankles and thrust myself up and forward one last time letting out a scream of my own as I came hard inside her. I reached forward to hold her waist. My cock was throbbing inside her still as her legs shuddered. I gave a few final slow strokes then gradually withdrew, kissed her softly on her lips then collapsed onto the bed beside her, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
We laid in each others arms talking for what seemed like an eternitiy before finally and regretably I had to leave. We parted at her front door and since that moment I count the days until if I am lucky enough, I may just have the pleasure of meeting her again. Because after all, it is just ALL about the girl.

Fire and Ice

July 6th, 2009 by Tiffany

She sat on the bluff, watching the sea below, waves pounding the cliffs, the wind was cold and cutting, whipping her hair around her, tangling the amber coloured, silken locks, but she felt none of it. Her mind was else where, she wondered how many lives she had lived, how much pain she had suffered, how much pain she had caused. She smiled tightly and again vowed never to love again.

She closed her eyes, the long black lashes grazed her milky white skin, she took a deep breathe, drinking in the salty air, she tilted her face upto the sky and started to sing, her voice was pure and crystal clear, hypnotic. Suddenly a cry sounded in the distance, her call was answered, a noise that could be heard in the distance came closer and closer, swooshhh, swooshhh, swooshhhh, a glimper of light caught the creatures scales, turning it’s body into was seemed like liquid fire, her piercing red eyes, scanned the horizon and saw her friend on the bluff, she turned lazily, opening her mouth wide and let out a blaze of flames, the dragon’s scales where a burnished bronze, eyes ruby red, a truly awesome sight to behold. The dragon dove straight towards the bluff, pulling up slightly just before the cliff’s edge, wings outstretched beating lazily, legs extended displaying razor sharp talons, before settling daintily before Rebecca. Her long neck craned forward and gently nuzzled Rebecca’s hair. Rebecca’s graceful hand extended and caressed the Dragons silken nose, though they could not communicate in words, their minds touched together, thinking in pictures. Rebecca closed her eyes, showing the dragon scenes of pictures that was flooding through her mind, from when she was a child happily playing, to when she was cursed by a gypsy, turning her into a living dead being, forever to walk the world, from one century into the next, watching everyone she loved die around her, whilst she lived, doomed for eternity to be alone.

Rebecca’s heart ache was almost unbearable, she would willingly throw herself off the cliff, if she knew it would result in her death, but she knew better than to try…for it would be to no avail. Tears started to course down her face, another love was lost and she was powerless to help, powerless to stop death, she could do nothing but to watch in horror and watch her beloved die, his lifes blood seeping into the ground…

Other images played through her mind, happier times, where she lowered her guard after a 150 years and allowed anothers heart touch hers once again, letting the light shine into her soul, where only darkness once before resided. Fire and Ice she whisphered..and the images kept playing through her mind..sneaking out into the snow and filling a glass full off ice, returning to the warm bed..only to lean forward and take an ice crystal and run it down the neck of her beloved, watching him jump awake, before a smile played over his lips, settling once more, deeper into the bed, waiting for what pleasures was to come.

The ice was trailed down his back, followed by her warm tongue, lazily following the pattern of the iced water that melted, trickling here and there..he turns over and smiles up at her, reaches forward and slides her jumper off, exposing her bare breasts to his roving eyes, his hand extends to the glass and retrieves an ice cube, placing it into his mouth, letting his mouth and tongue become icy cold, before raising himself up and taking a nipple into his mouth…she remembers gasping in pleasure, arching her back, thinking this is not the way it was ment to happen, his head turns and takes the other nipple into his mouth and she shudders in pleasure, feeling herself grow wetter..wanting..

He retrieves another ice cube and slides it between my legs. Slowly he pushes he ice cube in and out..I close my eyes and he leans over me and kisses my eyelids, moving down to my lips. Our lips meet and then I feel the ice inside me. It chills me to the bone. He starts to kiss me deeper, more hungrily, my hand slides down to his hard cock, I start to rub up and down gently feeling the silky hardness against the palm of my hand.

He spreads my legs, draping my right leg over his body, whilst his hand slides down to my hot pussy, the ice has long since melted, he starts to rub my clit up and down, joining in unison as I rub his hard cock. My breathe starts to come in gasps and before I loose myself, I lean back and grab an ice cube. I pass it to my righ hand. I press it to his cock and stoke up and down. He stops moving and body tenses up…swiftly in one motion he is above me, he reaches around and grabs my ass..pulling me onto his cold hard cock and gasp in pleasure as I feel it slide smoothly inside me.
Our bodies rock together, grinding slowly, I press my lips against his…and slide my tongue into his mouth, he eases his cock out of my pussy, I wimper in protest against his lips, but he smiles as he looks into my eyes, he takes his hard cock in one hand and rubs it up and down my pussy, it’s slick, drenched, wet, he does this over and over again, until I start to ache, wanting his hard cock inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips and he finally allows the head of his cock to slide inch by slow inch inside me, I start to raise my hips, grabbing onto his shoulders, wanting his cock, deeper inside me, wanting him to fuck me hard, until I cum all over his cock, within moments, he loses the little control he had left and starts to fuck me deeper and deeper, each thrust becomes harder, until I scream in pleasure and he shudders in pleasure, emptying himself deep inside me…he lays ontop of me heaving, both our bodies are covered in sweat, I hold him tight and wish this moment would go on forever..but nothing is forever..
Rebecca’s eyes snap open, her breathe hisses out, that’s it, fire and ice! If she could get a vial of the dragon’s blood and empty it onto her beloved’s lifeless body, the dragons blood will be like life’s blood, seeping into him, blood like a raging fire, racing through his him life once again..
As images flinted through her mind, the great dragon nodded her head wisely, raised on foot off the ground and using it’s jagged talon, sliced a small tear on her hind leg, letting blood seep out, quickly Rebecca retrieved a vial out of her bag and collected the precious blood, before patting the great dragon on her side and racing off, back to the village, where her beloved’s body lay….to bring him the gift of life….

The Mercenary

June 22nd, 2009 by Tiffany

He sat up and shook his head, his hands reached up and cradled his head, the
movement sent shock waves of pain through his body, he turned his head and tried to
spit out the dirt that was encrusted in his mouth, but found his mouth to be dry,
he groaned in agony as he tried to stand, sinking back onto the ground, breathing
rapidly he closed his eyes momentarily, trying to regain composure. He remembered
crashing through the woods, tripping and rolling down the embankment, he remembered
the blinding pain tearing through his body as his head struck a rock at the bottom.
He frantically tried to remember the events before but there was nothing, a dark
void. He opened his eyes and screamed, but the sound was only came out as a harsh
gargling sound, tears steamed down his face and he cursed his momentary weakness.
Gradually his laboured breathing became more controlled and instincts took over, he
tried to piece together what lead him to be running through the woods.

His last memory was a woman, straddled above him, poised with a needle in
hand, murmuring “it will all be alright, relax”, he had managed to tear free one of
the restraints and knock her out of the way, moments before the needle was to enter
his arm. He saw her crash into the desk, her temple striking the edge, before
slumping into the ground. He knew he only had moments before the sound alerted
others and quickly untied his restraints, vaulting off the table, adreniline pumping
through his body, he made his way to the window, picking up a chair as he went by
and threw it will all his force, the sound of shattering glass resounded through the
small room, and along with that, sirens, cursing, he vaulted up onto the bench under
the window and crawled through, swinging his legs over, dropping to the ground, he
started running instantly, hearing shouts and dogs barking in the distance, he must
make it to the river or he would be captured.

As he ran, thoughts raced through his mind, how could she betray him? how could he
have been so gullible, they all warned him, this profession left no room for family,
friends or women, no distractions. He now knew why she knew him so well, why she
fed him all he craved.. because she was the same, a mercenary. A very beautiful
one. She knew his weaknesses and attacked them, thoroughly, destroying his defenses
with her feminine charms.

Anger coarsed through him, giving him a surge of energy, he could hear bullets been
fired in the distance, but knew they were no threat, for the moment, he pressed on
harder, faster, using skills honed by years of practise, he thought he knew it all,
from injecting scum with heroin, or the crank,using disgarded old syringes over and
over again, he never cared, they were disposable, he would place a Zippo lighter
under the spoon and drop the chunk of Crank into it followed by a syringe full of
water. He would stirred the Crank as it bubbled away, watching the look of terror in
the scum bag’s eyes.. he would take it off the heat and dropped a cotton ball into
the liquid crank. The heroin was low level street quality and this process was
necessary to filter the impure particles from the mix. He would draw in the potion
from the centre of the ball and flicked the syringe top to expell the air trapped in
the chamber. “Ready for the truth serum ” he’d say, and place the needle between his
teeth while he viciously tied the scum’s forearm with the necktie tourniquet.

He would deftly inserted the needle into their vein with
the precision of a veteran hospital matron. He would drew back cautiously on the
syringe plunger and the inlet of blood indicated a safe penetration to proceed with
the injection, then pressed convincingly on the plunger
and delivered the stupefying concoction deep into their vein,
before releasing the tourniquet restraint and allowing the drug to reach their
heart, and once there having access to every fibre of their body. With regular
doses, their craving would reach fever pitch..and tell him everything, then, when he
was done, he would calmly place the Glock to their temple and fire. Dispensable.

The thought of drugs made him think of Rhianna, if infact that was her real name.
She was a drug, coursing through his blood, living only for her, for when they would
meet next. He momentarily visited their last night together..dinner..he had cooked a
beautiful dinner, afterwards in the candle light, she looked like an angel, he
leaned forward and touched his lips to her. She had pulled back slightly, before
abandoning herself to the sensations, was that all fake too he wondered? before
memories flooded through his mind once again, she sighed against his outh, then
opened her own to him. Hungrily.. He tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her
sweetnss, like nectar, the contact sensitising every part of his body.

He remembered pulling her away slighly, to sweep the table clean, glasses, crockery
crashing to the floor unheaded, the only urgency he had was to take Rhianna hard and
fast. Her skin was satiny smooth, like silk, and his temperature again went up a
notch, when he slid her closer still, he almost expected a shower of sparks, instead
her skirt rode upto her hips and he pressed against her harder, pushing her back
onto the table completely, she opened her knees willingly, moans of passion escaping
her lips. The only thng separating them, as far as flesh to flesh was concerned,
was her sexy black pantihose, with a black seam running up the back of her legs,
teamed with black stilletos – hot. He pressed her closer to him, soft breasts to
muscled chest, he could feel her heart racing and smiled in satisfaction, her arms
wrapping themselves around his neck as they kissed deeper and deeper, harder and
harder. His hand wondered down and felt the heat coming out of her crotch, he
ripped the pantihose off, giving him direct access to her steaming hot pussy. He
dragged his lips away from her mouth and moved down, bending his head until he was
level with her beautiful pussy, slowly, leisurely, his mouth and tongue began to
explore the wetness, feeling her writher beneath his touch, knowing she was close,
her hands grabbing his head and dragging it harder into her pussy, wanting more.
“Fuck me” he heard her whisper, “fuck me hard now”, he couldn’t take anymore, he
pulled back and yanked down his jeans and pants in one movement, not taking time to
take his shoes off, he dragged her by the hips closer to the edge of the table, so
the tip of his cock could feel the wetness of her pussy, feeling the heat coming
straight off her, slowly he rubbed the head of his cock, up and down her swollen
clit, watching her head thrash from side to side, trying to get him to enter into
her, slowly, he sank an inch into her, paused momentarily before thrusting deep and
hard into, fucking her slowly and deliberately, filling her up to the hilt, before
picking up the pace faster and faster, only emptying himself into her after hearing
hear screams of passion….

It was then he lost his footing, plunging down the raving into a ditch, cursing her
again, over and over in his mind as he tumbled over rocks and branches before his
head struck a rock…

“bitch” he muttered as he pulled himself upright, payback will be a bitch.

The Heist

April 25th, 2009 by Tiffany

They were speeding down the highway towards the next town,its certainly
Wouldn’t do pulling up infront of the bank in the black mustang, best to knock off a car, then pick up his baby later, Clancy patted the dashboard of his car, “good girl Christine”, a name he had christened her, she gotten him out of many  hairy situations  in the passed.  “What?” Chris said, “nothing” Clancy returned, “now remember the plan?” , “yeah yeah” Chris replied, this isn’t exactly my first
job,”no” Clancy said, “it isn’t, but its going to be the biggest this town’s ever heard of”, both brothers laughed simultaneously, “why didn’t you bring dad in on this one Clancy?” Chris ask, quickly Clancy’s laughter was cut off, “no reason” he retorted.

Before long they were in the shopping lot of the local shopping
center, it was so quiet a cannon could have been fired down the center and not hit a soul, Clancy popped the boot and both brothers quickly stepped out of the car, he retrieved two bags and closed the boot, he scanned the parking lot and headed towards a non descript station wagon, Chris two steps behind him, he headed for the drivers side and within 5 seconds was in, Chris hopped in the passenger side, he
looked at his watch “new record Clancy”, Clancy smiled tightly but didn’t say a word, pulled out of the parking lot and headed back down the freeway.  Springfield the sign flashed before their eyes, he made a left, right and left before pulling in front of the National Australia Bank, Clancy leaned forward and clapped his brother on his back, “its show time”, Chris laughed  before reaching for the sports bag on
the back seat, he unzipped the bag and passed Clancy a clown mask, hand gun and a leather brief case, before pulling out his own fright night mask.  Both brothers slowly exited the car and strolled nonchalantly towards the entrance of the bank, the adrenaline was pumping through Clancy, this would be the moment he would show them all, no longer just the “dodge”, but the “master”.  He could taste the victory in his mouth, savoring each second, this was better than any other drug he had
tried, this was the ultimate high, he longed to throw back his head and laugh, to extend his arms out and spin crazily around in circles, but the job was at hand, taking deep breathes he steadied his excitement and slowly walked to the front door, he knew Chris was steps away, ten paces to the counter, that was all, he practiced this countless of times before, just ten paces between him and millions of dollars.
He vividly remember the feel of the timber door under his hand, cool and solid, yet gave way at his touch and opened, fluidly he pushed the mask down his face, the ghoulish smile of the clown, frozen for eternity, across his own face that hid another smile.

He strode confidently to the counter, brief case swinging from one hand, gun secured to in the other, as he approached the counter he raised his gun and pointed it to the teller, his eyes slamming into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, his mouth gaped open, as he struggled to contain the emotions that were flooding through him, “the wages” he managed to gasp out, his eyes skimmed down the blouse
that announced her name “Rhianna”.  Rhianna coolly looked at Clancy and said sure would you like that in bundles of hundred, fifties or twenties? Clancy couldn’t believe it, here he was waving a gun infront of her and she asks how he wanted it bundled?, he smiled under his mask, this lady had guts, “the lot” Clancy retorted.
Rhianna spun around on her heel and walked to the safe, returning moments later with
two suit cases,  Clancy eyed them suspiciously, he waved the gun to the bags then the counter, “on the counter and open them up, fast!”, unfazed in the least, Rhianna placed the bags on the counter and opened them up, before him was two bags full of cash and a note, he leaned forward closer to read what it said: Don’t acknowledge this note, just do as I ask , demand that I be your hostage and take me with you.  Please.  R

He looked up incredulously, she couldn’t be serious! Then he looked into her eyes and realised he would do anything this woman asked him to, the fact astounded him, before he could change his mind, he looked at Rhianna and snapped, “you, pick up those bags and come with me!”, a choking sound emitted from the corner, he swung around and saw Chris, he had forgotten all about him!, “head out”, he motioned to
Chris.  Chris shook his head disbelievingly but realised time was running out, time to get out and figure out what his brother was up to later. 

They exited the bank, Chris in the lead, followed by Rhianna, who was sobbing, a gun held by Clancy pressed to her back.  Chris looked
bewildered, they had no plans to take hostages; he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and jumped into the car, Rhianna and Clancy close behind.

Within moments there were heading off in the direction of the safe house, as planned Clancy pulled over and let Chris out, who had another vehicle waiting, “hope you know what you are doing” was his parting shot before Clancy screeched back onto the road.  He looked back in the mirror and Rhianna was sitting there, she smiled at him and said, “I am a bad girl and all bad girls have a story to tell”, with that her
hand slipped between her legs, she was wearing crotchless panties and stockings with suspenders, Clancy wondered if all bank tellers wore the same sexy underwear beneath their business suits.  He kept driving along, with a destination in mind, he kept on glancing in the mirror, hopelessly, watching her stroking her beautiful waxed pussy,
her finger sliding in and out slowly, her lips were parted, beautiful red glossy lips, that emitted sounds of carnal pleasure, every now and then she would take her fingers and slowly bring them to her lips, tasting, Clancy was dying to know how what she tasted like, his pants were becoming uncomfortable and he shifted to make room for what felt like the hundredth time, Riahnna lent forward, legs slightly apart
giving him unobstructed view to her  pussy that was glistening wet, she placed her finger in his mouth and whispered throatily in his ear, “taste me”.  Clancy’s mouth opened and tasted the sweetness, he groaned, she was killing him. She continued to talk to him, telling him how she always fancied bad, rugged men, men that would lead her astray, men that would break down the walls she had built, letting loose the real Rhianna. Bad Rhianna.

She had always lead a sheltered life, but yearned for something that was just beyond her grasp, today she saw an opportunity and took it, letting her wonton side break to the surface. For the first time in her 28 years, she felt truly alive, she felt the blood coursing through her body, she felt her nipples tingle and harden and she felt herself grow wet, she was helpless against the urge to touch herself, to fuel
the fires that raged within her, she wanted this man to take her unlike she had been taken before.

Moments later Clancy swerved off the road and headed down an unused fire trail, if this was going to continue any longer, he would blow right there and then in his pants.  The rangers disused cabin came into view and he pulled in behind the old shed, he slid out of the car and went around to the back door, opening the door for Rhianna.  Wordlessly she got out, she had taken off her skirt, shirt and jacket,
leaving her standing there in sexy black heels, stockings and suspenders, black lacy bra that hugged her beautiful breasts.  His eyes racked her from top to bottom, he wanted this beautiful woman, unlike he wanted another woman before.  Lust at first sight.  He would crawl over broken glass, only to have a moment with her, to feel his hard cock in her silky wet pussy. 

Rhianna pointed to the bag of cash in the car and said “we will be needing that”, puzzle he brought he took the bag out from the back and walked towards the cabin, she was a few paces behind him.  He pushed opened the door and made his way to the bedroom, he placed the bag on the bed and turned to face her.  Wanting to feel her body craddled against his, to feel her softness melt against his body.  Willingly,
She made her way into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, molding her body against his, she grinded her hips against his crotch, leaving him with no uncertainty to what she wanted. Her head came closer towards his, till inches separated their lips, slowly with the tip of her tongue; she traced his bottom lip, before slanting her lips against his to kiss him softly,
He parted his lips willingly, allowing he to explore at random, kissing softly, gently, then harder until they both stood there panting.  She eased away from him and made her way to the bed, she picked up the bag of money and before he could protest, opened the bag and tipped all the money out onto the bed.  She looks at him and said, “I always wanted to know what it felt like to fuck on a million dollars”.

Clancy laughed, who was he to deny this lady her fantasy; his was coming true right before his eyes.  Without a moments delay he stripped his clothes off and made his way to the bed, pushing her knees up against the bed until she felt backwards, onto the pile of money that had been scattered.  His hands moved over her body, enjoying the feel of the silken skin beneath his fingertips, long fingers slid the straps of the bra down and deftly moved his hands behind her back, unclasping her bra, releasing her breasts to his hungry gaze, his head swooped forward and took one hard nipple in his mouth, then giving the other the same attention.  Rhianna moaned longingly, her head was thrown back in passion, her fingers tangling themselves through his hair, she arched up against him, feeling his hardness against her silky
smooth thigh, she tried to position herself under him, wanting to feel his hard cock in her, but he evaded her skillfully, wanted to prolong their pleasure. He wanted to taste her again, he moved his way down her body, kissing her, stroking her body lightly until he made his way at the junction of her thighs, he dipped his head and kissed her inner thighs lightly, whilst his finger rubbed her clit, she arched up
against his fingers wanting more, dragging his head down towards pussy, wanting his mouth to taste, lick, stroke.  He happily obliged darting his tongue here and there tracing her beautiful pussy, alternating pressure, tasting her sweet nectar in his mouth, loving the way her nails dug into his shoulders, her moans becoming more
desperate, her legs wrapped around him. 

He knew he could wait no longer, he got to his knees and looked down at Rhianna, slick with sweat and $100 notes stuck to her, her eyes were glazed in passion, her hair fanned around, he had never seen such a beautiful sight.  He took his hard cock and rubbed it against her swollen clit, feeling the wetness coat the head, he could
feel the heat radiate from her and groaned in frustration.  One thrust found him cocooned in her tight, hot, wet, pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist and she was begging to be fucked harder.  Slowly in the age old rhythm he built up momentum, her hips lifting up, matching his rhythm perfectly, as if they had been lovers for years, her gasps became shorter, her breathing deepened and he knew she was close,
one last hard thrust saw her screaming, head thrown back,nails digging into his shoulders, his own body shuddered in response, cumming like he had never cum before, as if his soul was emptying into her very being.

He collapsed ontop off her, heaving, before rolling off, spent, he looked up at the ceiling and thought, yes there is a god and began to laugh, he turned and faced her and asked..”how would you like to be my partner in crime?”, Rhianna laughed in delight, bad Rhianna was born

Strangers In The Night

April 21st, 2009 by Tiffany

She was standing at the bus stop, he couldn’t see much of her, other than
the delightful smile on her face, the way she tilted her head up and
caught the occassional stray raindrop that dared to trespass passed the
umbrella, the way her tongue snaked out and caught the drop made him
shudder with desire, thinking how such a seductive mouth and those lips
would taste like against his mouth. He smiled slightly and laughed to
himself as he had no intention of catching any buses, but something about
this lady had captivated his attention. On closer scrutiny, he noticed
she had long wavy hair, he closed his eyes and imagined the silky strands
wrapped around his fingers as he pulled her closer to him. Her eyes were
a deep blue, her skin porceline white, he noticed she was elegantly
dressed with a brief case clutched in one hand, his eyes skimmed down
lower and took in her daintly ankles and impossibly high heel shoes. Just
then the siren turned and stared right into his eyes, he felt desire shoot
down to his loins, something he had not felt in a long time, “would you
like to share”? he stared at her with a vacant look on his face and
stuttered, “share”?, she laughed and gestured to her umbrella, “yes, share
my umbrella, your getting a little wet there”, he was so engrossed in
staring at this beautiful creature, he failed to notice it was raining
heavier and getting soaked. Gathering his wits, he grinned in a cheeky
manner and sauntered over, slipping beside her. He could smell her
intoxicating perfume and leaned closer, his hand accidently brushing
against hers, an electric current went through him and he jumped, he took
pleasure in noting the blush that stole across her cheeks and knew she was
not unaffected either. His hand reached out involuntarily and brushed
away a stray hair that grazed her cheek, the strand felt silken to his
touch and his hand lingered longer than necessary. They stood awqardly
for a few moments, each lost in their own lustful thoughts, before she
asked, “where are you going?” he gazed helpessly into those beautiful blue
eyes and muttered,”anywhere you are going”. She leaned forward and
whispered throatily in his ear, ” I normally don’t do this type of thing,
but there is something about you…” her voice trailed off, she cleared
her throat and started over again, “do you have somewhere we could go?”.
He stared dumbfounded,unable to believe, his wildest dreams had come
true,”well there is the Stamford up the road a bit I believe?”, quickly
she grabbed his hand, giggling, both started running up the street,
passers by stared at them and wondered what the rush was…if they only
knew. They rounded the corner and almost knocked over a portly old man,
they muttered apologies and raced up to the door, slowing down to a more
sedate pace, they waltzed up to the counter, he cleared his throat and
asked, “your best suite please”, the receptionist stared at them both for
a moment, taking in their excited smiles and noted their hand holding,
“will that be the honeymoon suite?” she asked brightly, the pair looked at
each other and burst out laughing, “certainly” he said…”the honeymoon
suite it is” The receptionist smile and said, “there will be
complimentary champagne, chocolates and strawberries sent to your room,
name please?” both looked at each other and giggled again, “umm errr Mr
and Mrs Delaney”, the receptionisted reached down and handed them the key
after the necessary swiping of the credit card. The walked briskly to the
elevator and up to the 24th Floor, walked into the room and their was a
beautiful four poster bed, drapped in silk, satin and lace, the
furnishings were sumptious and decadent, as they walked around, a knock at
the door sounded, champagne, chocolates and strawberries were brought
in…he walked to the door and let the waiter out, before placing a do not
disturb sign on the door. He spun around slowly, shy all of a sudden, he
couldn’t believe this was happening, this is stuff dreams are made off,
she beconed him to her, long, elegant fingers extended, wiggling their
impatients. Three strides saw him before her, he gently tilted her head
back and lowered his head until his lips met hers, how soft they were,
they willingly parted and both started to kiss passionatley, flames
igniting instantly. Feverishly, they both fumbled with each others
clothes, soon there was a pool of pants, dress, shirt, tie, coats and
shoes on the floor, his hands skimmed over her body lightly, delighting
when he felt her shudder, he marveled how soft her skin felt, like satin,
he drank in the heady smell of her perfume, he pulled her closer to him
and felt her body fit hers perfectly, they started to sway and he sang a
song into her ear,the romantic he was “Strangers in the night exchanging
glances, wondering in the night,what were the chances,we’d be sharing
love, before the night was through..”he spun her around, until her knees
were pressed up against the bed and gently pushed her forward until she
tumbled backwards, her bare breasts begged to be touched and licked and he
happily obliged, the tip of his tongue flicking over the peaks of her
nipples, until they hardened, he cupped their fullness and stoked them
gently, moans of pleasure were coming through her throat, her hands
involuntarily reached out and started to stoke his head, fingers skimming
over his shoulders, he felt himself harden even more, he hoped he lasted,
but this lady was different, felt different, felt as he belonged to her,
as if they had been lovers in a passed life, now reunited once again. His
other hand was playing with her other nipple, fingers delicatley playing
and hardening, then gently skimming down her side and back up again, over
and over again, until her hips started to rise and the moans became
louder. Her eyes were clouded in passion, she had never felt this way
before, so wanton, so brazen, yet she ached for more, she grabbed is head
and pushed it lower between the junction of her legs, once there he looked
up and smiled at her, he extended one finger and ran it down her beautiful
pussy lips, feeling the slick wetness at his touch, again he repeated the
movement gently, carefully watching her eyes, “is this want you want
beautiful”? he asked, she nodded soundlessly and he continued the
maddening torchure, until he couldn’t wait any longer, lowered his head
and with the tip of his tongue ran it up and down, gently then more firm,
altering pressure, tasting the sweet nectar on his tongue, he plunged his
tongue deep inside her and she arched her back and wimpered in pleasure.
He didn’t know how much longer he could last, he longed to slide his
raging hard cock, into her pussy, to feel her muscles clench around him,
while he stroked them both over the edge into oblivion. He felt her
muscles clench and tighten aroun him, he knew she was close and stopped,
her breathing had become more rapid, her nails digging into his flesh in
pleasure and pain. He raised himself way from her, kissed his way back up
to her lips and kissed her passionatley, letting her taste herself on his
lips, she wimpered in pleasure, her finger tips running over his shoulders
and back and down again, until they made their way to his hard cock, she
let out a groan as she felt his hardness and silky hard length slide in
and out of her hand, he reached down and eased her hand away, whispered,
“no..wait..” He moved over her, balancing himself on his hands, lowering
his hips until the tip of his cock felt her wetness, he groaned in
pleasure and frustration, denying himself the urge to plunge into her deep
and hard, she raised her hips in response and the head of his cock slid in
every so slowly, inch at a time, savouring how hot and wet she was, she
clutched at his shoulders, her legs wrapped around him, urging him to
please fuck her, please fuck her now, he was close now and slid his whole
length into her wet pussy, pausing for a moment, before commencing the
maddening torment of pleasure, slowly building up the pace, waiting for
her to go over the edge first, before his own release is met, he knew it
was coming soon, her head was thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, lips
slighly parted, her gasps becoming louder and louder, until she screamed
in pleasure, he pumped faster, feeling his own release rushing forward and
suddenly he was there, his own hoarse cry joined hers as they both
shuddered in pleasure. He lay ontop of her momenarily, gasping, riverlets
of sweat running of his body. He rolled to the side and pulled her close
to him, she was still breathing rapidly, she turned her head and laughter
bubbled from her lips, “hi my name is Lisa”,he also began to roar with
laughter,”Jeremy, pleasure to meet you”. His eyes looked deep into hers
and said, “your so beautiful” and began to sing in her ear “to the moment
when we said our first hello little did we know love was just a glance turned out so right for strangers in the night”.

A Man in Uniform

April 17th, 2009 by Tiffany

She was sitting in her car, chatting happily on her mobile phone to her friend, she was laughing, not a care in the world, the daily grind of the traffic was slowly making it’s way at a snail’s pace down the express way.

Suddenly, there was a tap at her window, startled, her brown eyes widened and soft red lips opened in surprise, letting out a squeal, quickly she said “I have to go, police!” she groaned in aspiration, she wa always careful to hide the fact she was talking on the mobile phone..she had a hands free handset but disliked them intensely, she was always careful to wrap her long black, silky hair around the phone, trying to disguise the fact she was being naughty. She sunk down in the seat, her skirt riding up, she giggled to herself, thinking, there is nowhere to hide, she quickly glanced out the window, yes he was still there, the police officer on a motor bike, with a scowl on his face, obviously he was less than impressed with her attempts to hide..she couldn’t make out his features, as the helmet was covering his face, his finger was pointing to the side of the road, “move over” he roared, she winced at his tone, obviously he ment business, she looked down at herself and quickly undid two buttons on her shirt, so the swell of her ample breasts were in full view, wouldn’t help to charm him a bit? She thought to herself.
Slowly she inched her way to the side of the expressway and took the first exit, there was a little rest area there and she wouldn’t interfere with the traffic, she looked in her rear vision mirror and nervously licked her lips, he was still following her, she put her indicator on and pulled into the rest area, graceful hand extended and buzzed down the electric window.
Then she turned off the engine. She heard the crunch of foot steps on the gravel and took a big breathe and smiled gaily, her smile faltered slightly as a face loomed right into her window, his piercing green eyes were positively magnetic, she swallowed and said “I’m sorry Officer, I didn’t mean to talk on the mobile phone..” her voice trailed off when she noticed he wasn’t smiling in the least. “License please”, said the deep gravely voice, “yes it is an offense to talk on a mobile phone whilst driving, three demerit points and $135.00. License please!” he barked again. Nervously she looked at him, this wasn’t going to plan at all, she reached over to the passenger side, to grab her hand bag, her skirt riding higher, giving the police officer a brief glimpse of black lace panties and ample view of her long bare legs,, he couldn’t help but stare at the enticing sight before him. She turned back and smiled up at him, handing him her license with perfect manicured nails, the colour of fresh red apples, their hands brushed briefly and quickly she jerked back her hand as if an electric shock had coursed through her, only a tightening of facial muscles around his face gave way to the fact, he felt it too, “it’s just been a long day at the office..her voice trailed off”, indignant, she realized he wasn’t even listening! He pivoted on a foot and walked back to his motor cycle. Probably going to check she wasn’t wanted for bank robbery, she muttered to herself. She continued to watch, he was tall, broad, slender and an ass to die for.

Next moment he was peering into the window again, she looked up into those green eyes again ran her fingers through her hair, licking her lips enticingly. God, was sh being that obvious? “It would seem we have a little problem here” said the gravely voice, she jumped up startled, “problem?” she repeated in a parrot like fashion.
“It would seem you had one to many warnings, could you please step out of the vehicle. His eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from those glossy red lips, nor the sweet curves of her breasts. Her legs parted slightly when he stepped back so she could open the door and he was again granted a glimpse of black lace panties. He swallowed hard for the first time in his life at a loss what to do..there was no problem with her license, he just wanted to scare her a bit, too often women used their female wiles on him, thinking a quick smile and a flash leg would have him walk away and not write a ticket.
As she exited the car, she stumbled briefly on the gravely path, her spiky high heels shoes not ment for cross country gallivanting, she grabbed his arm to steady herself, the muscles felt rock hard under her touch, again she felt the course of electricity flowing through her, her nipples tightened in response and he was helpless not to notice the sudden swelling of those beautiful breasts, his eyes flew to her face, he stared down at what seemed like a small eternity, into those sexy brown eyes, the liquid drown pools were a direct window to her soul and there he saw she wanted him. His eyes wandered down lower to her her lips, damn they were sexy lips, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss those apple red lips.
She leaned back against the car and noticed the sky was starting to darken, the sun had already slipped behind the trees that lined either side of the road. A barren road it would one seemed to use this rest stop anymore. She noticed the other tanned hand held a ticketing book and her license, she scanned his face for a hint of anything and found his face was stern, her eyes lingered for a while on his lips, such beautiful lips, looked as if they were sculptured by Michael Angelo himself. “okay, okay. So, um..”
“Could you please come with me?” He motioned to the front of the car and walked off before she could utter a syllable. The nerve of that man! Her eyes narrowed and she stalked off towards the front of the car, she made it four steps before the heel of her shoe caught in a rut, she teetered precariously on her high heel shoes, her hands failed out wildly, trying to regain balance, when she felt a steel hand wrap around her upper arm steading her, she was whipped around suddenly and brought up hard against his chest, her hands fell flat on the pockets of his uniform, she felt the thud of his heart beneath her hands, she smiled in a brief moment of satisfaction, knowing his heart was pounding as fast as hers. He backed her up against the bonnet of the car, trying to steady both of them, his body came into contact with her soft curves and he was lost, she felt as good as she looked..his nostril flared and caught scent of her perfume and smelt deliciously eatable.
His face was only inches from hers, he groaned and gave into resistance, all barriers falling away, his lips brushed hers softly, tenderly, they parted under his gentle touch, slowly, hungrily the pace picked up, each clutching at each other. He kicked her feet apart slightly with his black boot and reached down with his free hand to lift her skirt and cup her hot, shaved pussy. It felt so hot to his touch and eased her panties to one side, allowing access to feel her slick wetness, he groaned in passion against her lips, this was madness, yet she wasn’t pulling away either, but pushing against his hand, wanting more. His finger started to rub gently against her clitoris, feeling it become harder beneath his gentle touch, she started to grind up against his hand harder, he gently eased a finger into her and automatically the walls of her pussy wrapped around him. Her nostrils were flared as she breathed hard in and out, her hands were wildly caressing every inch of him, this was madness!she never been aroused so much in her entire life, it was as if he was the puppet master and she was the puppet, bending to his will.
“Do you want me?”he whispered against her ear, wordlessly she nodded, helpless to speak against the onslaught on waves of pleasure that was crashing over her. He removed his hand from her crotch and reached for his belt and quickly undid it, letting them fall to the ground before freeing his rock hard cock, strong, tanned hands returned to undo the rest of the buttons of her shirt, slipping a hand around her back to release the catch of her black lacy bra, freeing her beautiful breasts to his hungry gaze.
His head swooped down and took one nipple into his mouth, lick and sucking it gently, whilst his hands gently cupped them, she was leaning back against the bonnet of her car, gasping, the coolness of the air heightening the exquisite torment, her head thrashed from side to side, black silken hair spread over the bonnet off the car, she looked like a siren, a siren who seduced him, for the first time a smile came across his lips and he whispered, “you are so beautiful”, gently, he brought her to her feet and turned her around, he hiked her skirt up around her hips and pressed his hard cock against her perfect ass, she backed into him wantonly, her hands braced against the car.
Slowly, he guided his hard cock into her dripping wet pussy, slowly inch at a time, battling with himself not to drive it in all the way, deep and hard, “you like that?you like the feel of me inside you?you want me”.. his voice trailed off , “yessss, yesss she gasped, oh god yes, please fuck me”
slowly he started to move in the ancient rhythm of old, building the tempo faster and faster, his hands reaching up and holding her shoulders, so he could drive himself deeper into her, he heard her breathe quicken and she was sobbing, “please, please”, before one final thrust sent her hurdling into orgasmic bliss, he felt her shudder and pulse around his cock and knew he couldn’t hold another moment longer before he too reached climax, shouting hoarsely.
Finally they both lay spent against the car, he nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed her softly, she eased back and turned around, staring wordlessly into his eyes, they both knew what happened between them was fate. He eased away and pulled up his pants and trousers, straightening his uniform , before helping her dress herself.
The ticket book was on the ground flapping in the breeze, he picked it up and closed the pad, before returning to the back pocket of his trousers.
He reached for a pen in his shirt pocket, turned and picked up her hand, he placed a kiss on the palm before writing down his number. She looked at him in wonderment, before curling her manicured fingers in the palm of her hand. She leaned forward shyly and gave him a quick kiss on his lips..knowing there would be many more interludes to be enjoyed

Mr Jones

April 17th, 2009 by Tiffany

She sat behind her office desk, staring aimlessly out the window, below her the city lights twinkled like a fantasy fairy tale land, people were milling about, laughing gaily, others striding down the streets with a purposeful mission. What was her mission she wondered? leave the office and have an exciting Friday night at home, curl up with a good book with her cat Cleo on her lap, she laughed ruefully, leaned back in her chair and stretched lazily, before swinging her chair around and gracefully stood up and walked to to the window. She pressed her hand against the window, the coolness felt nice to her touch, she leaned forward and breathed heavily onto the glass window for a few seconds, watching the window fog up and laughed at her childish antics, if only her boss Matt Jones could see her now, all pretense of a uptight Ice Maiden gone.

Her hand went up and felt for the pins that held her hair in it’s usual tight bun, one by one, she pulled them out and her luxurious blonde hair tumbled down her back, she shook her head, feeling the weight released and revelled in the feel of her hair set free from the constrictions of the bun. She looked down at herself, white blouse buttoned to the top, straining slightly in the middle, her DD breasts, confined in a tight fitted bra, trying to minimise their fullness, straight black shirt, knee length, no shorter, her only unpractical folly were her shoes, how beautiful they were, red, high and shiny, matching her ruby red lips..her fingers reached up and slowly released three buttons, exposing her amazing cleavage. If only Matt Jones could see me now, she thought again, her hands slide down to the waist band of her skirt and she pulled it up higher,folding it over, until her skirt was three inches above her knee, perfectly indecent! she thought smiling. Just then a thought struck her, Mr Jones will see her, as he has never seen her before, she knew the nightclub he frequented. Before she lost her nerve, she picked up her Versace handbag – red to match her shoes and strode out the door without a backwards glance. Tonight was going to be fun, tonight was going to be different..

She reached the nightclub, lights flashing, bodies writhing, she knew it was not her kind of place. Then she saw him. Tall, dark and handsome, leaning nonchalantly against the bar, his hand sporting a glass of amber liquid, she knew by experience was scotch, on the rocks, how many times had she mixed that drink for him? Chivas Regal, on ice. She sauntered confidently towards him,getting into character, as if she was the kind of woman who picked up men in bars, her was doing flip-fops in her chest, she ignored the looks from the other men, as she made her way to his side, he laughed at something the woman beside him said, Rachael, the receptionist, before he turned and spotted her, his green eyes widened in amazement, “Grace”? she finally reached his side and whispered throatily in his ear, “lost for words Mr Jones”?, his dazzling smile made her feel warm in more than one place, his elbow accidently brushing the side of her breasts, giving her goose bumps all over, he asked, “can I buy you a drink?”, she thought wildly for a second, mineral water wouldn’t cut it her, “Cosmo please”, he turned and motioned the bartender over, placing her order, before returning his attention to her once more, “you look beautiful Grace”.
‘He must be the devil,’ she thought as she realised her nipples were tightening in her top, looking into those green eyes. He passed her the Cosmo and she gulped it down quickly, needing the dutch courage,he spoke, asked her if she would like to dance she muttered a vague reply, she felt drunk and she only had one drink.

He took her hand and led her through the crowd, to the dance floor, he couldn’t think of anything except of finding a way of kissing her, he knew this was out of character for her, but what the heck, he had been admiring her for months and longed to feel body against his..slowly they started to sway to the rhythm, this wasn’t exactly going to plan, her hips fitted against his snuggly, her breasts brushing against his chest, her perfume tantalising his nostrils, he felt himself harden almost instantly and pulled away slightly, she looked at him puzzled, then smiled when she realised what was happening and grinded closer to him again. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Grace, lets get out of here, back to the office”, she licked her lips when she spoke to him,”yes”, now he knew he wasn’t just warm, he was hard, and it was getting painful.

As they exited the club, Rachael the receptionist called after them, only then did he turn round and she looked at those eyes again, this time asking a question. She nodded, they ran.

Eventually they stopped, he could hear her heavy breathing and let her rest. She flopped against the wall of the office block, and he suddenly noticed how her breasts were heaving. . She subconsciously licked her lips again and they knew that was the point of no return. He must have her, now, or he would be not sleeping for a week.

She leaned against the wall, wondering what the hell it was that she was doing, and then she noticed the look in his eyes that made her nipples harden again and she remembered what she was doing here. He leaned in and all traces of self-control left when his lips touched hers. He pulled back and fumbled for his keys, opening the building door, before both rushed inside, giggling like school children, how exciting this was, how exhilarating, he kissed her lips and proceeded to probe inside her mouth, gently until she opened her mouth fully and not only gave in to his kiss, but kissed back fiercely. He could stand it no more, and pressed himself against her, he was painfully hard. Grace pulled back slightly and said, “I think your desk will be more fun..” she couldn’t believe herself, what happend to shy Grace? the Ice Queen?, well she found someone who melted her – Mr Jones..

They tumbled into his office and he pushed her back against his desk, she felt the hard edge pressing against her soft skin and leaned back further, her hand gently touching his crotch, she felt him and moaned, and felt herself get wet. It was crazy, suddenly she wanted him to touch her, everywhere.

He heard her moan and with an answering grunt of his own, lifted her body off her feet onto the table, where he stripped off her top and gently caressed her breasts, then took a nipple in his mouth. He was pleased it was already hard as he licked and sucked it gently.

Her knees gave way, and she abandoned herself to the waves of pleasure that were raging though her, all she could gasp was ‘please?’ All she could think about was him inside her, filling her. She was burning, she was on fire and all she could think of was being satisfied, right here, right now. She practically ripped off his shirt and she pressed her hands against his chest, raking her long tipped nails down to his belt, and felt his hardness and shivered in pleasure.

He couldn’t see anything but her, and ripped down her skirt. He was trying to be gentle and slowly turn her on as he had done with countless women before, but he couldn’t contain himself with her, carelessly yanked off her French lace knickers, barely appreciating how sexy they were.

He thought he was going to explode, as she finally freed him of his trousers and he ripped off his boxers. He took a moment to take her all in, just looking at her made him swell more, he could barely contain himself,she begged him with her eyes, as she started to shamelessly rub herself, arching her back, she grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her, begging again for release…

Sliding himself into her, he realised how tight and wet she was and wondered if once was going to be enough and if he was going to last! she was not like anyone he had before.. her fingernails dug into his back as he began the rhythm, her hips rose to meet his, exactly in time. ‘harder!
faster!’ She whispered in his ear, and he finally gave in, thrusting deeply and hard into her, her moan giving him all the encouragement he needed, speeding up the rhythm as she raised her hips so he could penetrate even deeper. He thrust into her, hard, and she was so close she couldn’t breathe. She grabbed him, pulling him deeper and closer, wanting, needing release.

He felt her back arching, and couldn’t help but joining in with her moans as her felt himself coming. Their bodies were slick with sweat and he felt like he never wanted to stop doing this. With united moans, they both came, him rocking her as he shuddered inside of her, her orgasmic ripples inside of her taking him over the edge.

They both smiled as they dressed and he grinned as he said “that was very naughty Grace!, you must come into my office tomorrow for punishment.
Grace grinned cheekly and replied, “Same time tomorrow, Mr Jones, but next time up against the wall, Mr. Jones” He looked at her in utter amazement and knew there were going to be many, many more pleasurable interludes with Grace.