She flipped her wet hair back, and tipped her head to one side, so he could see the communicator that nestled behind her left ear.
Tentatively he reached for it.
'No!' she gasped convincingly. 'Don't remove it!'
She darted her eyes impatiently, to indicate that Mr Shadow should do exactly that.
He plucked it away and threw it across the room.
'You're pretty slow to catch on, for a criminal mastermind,' she whispered huskily.
Laughing, she turned her head to look him straight in the eyes. 'Do you think I want the cops listening to me moaning and gasping?'
Mr Shadow was lost for words.
'Assuming I'm going to be moaning and gasping?' she continued cockily. 'Well? You seemed full of ideas a moment ago. Don't let me stop you....'
Now she was decided, White Star was eager to get into it. She bent forwards and thrust her ass back against her, 'captor'. Behind her, she grabbed his shirt-front with her cuffed hands and pulled him against her. Surprised but delighted, Mr Shadow got the idea and she felt his bare cock emerge from his trousers and bob between her legs.
Plenty there, she thought to herself.
His strong hands grabbed her hips and she arched her back to make the angle easier for him. Moments later she was rewarded with the feeling of the head of his dick probing her pussy lips.
She groaned deeply as he slid easily into her.
He quickly established a rhythm and she moved back against him in time with his thrusts; she'd always loved doggie style sex.
He was fucking her hard against the edge of the tub now; she felt the chill of the tiles against her breasts and the delicious hardness of his cock deep inside her. And all the while, the bubbles of the hot tub continued to tickle and caress her aroused body.
She squeezed her eyes shut, loving the mixture of sensations and shuddered as the first orgasm engulfed her, fast and all-consuming like a flooding tidal wave of pleasure.
'Ahhhhh,' she gasped, breathlessly, then, 'Uhhhhh....' as she felt Mr Shadow's hands reach under her to take hold of her breasts. One big hand took firm hold of each breast as he started a new rhythm, rocking her backwards and forwards.
'Oh, oh God, yes,' she gasped, as their writhing bodies splashed waves of water out of the tub and across the floor.
She snorted as the water got up her nose, didn't care, a second orgasm was coming, deeper and more intense than the first one, ohhhhh YYESSSSS!!!!!
She was on cloud nine now, ready and eager for whatever he wanted to do to her next.
He withdrew and turned her around so that she was sat on the hot tub seat, her face and chest flushed from the intensity of the orgasm.
Her hands still cuffed behind her, she spread her legs invitingly as he pulled her towards him. He re-entered her from the front now and she moaned at the sensation of being filled with hard cock again. She wrapped her long toned legs around him, locking her heels behind the small of his back and yanking him deeply inside her.
'Uhhhhh, 'Mr Shadow groaned in unexpected bliss.
He was overwhelmed by her, she was like a tigress in heat, God this was out-of-control.
'Fuck yes, fuck me, you evil bastard!' White Star gasped as he thrust into her wildly. She started to roll her hips forward in time with his thrusts and clamped him rhythmically with her pussy, milking his cock.
Mr Shadow was fast losing any control of the encounter, his hips thrusting uncontrollably into her as his hands frantically groped her wet breasts.
'Do me! Fuck me! Come in me, you criminal scumbag!' White Star was moaning.
Mr Shadow felt the orgasm rising inside him like a volcano, starting in his balls and shooting up through him, bursting out of his penis, as he came uncontrollably into her.
White Star felt his cock twitch and jerk and that triggered her third orgasm, shaking her to the core with unbridled sexual pleasure.
Panting, they both slumped against the side of the hot tub.
'Whew,' Mr Shadow said eventually, raising himself off her.
'Whew,' White Star smiled back up at him.
'So,' Mr Shadow continued, his face inches from hers. 'You want to go out on a date sometime?'
'Not possible,' she smiled lazily, 'You're going to be in prison.'
'Guess we'll have to agree to disagree about that,' Mr Shadow smiled, pulling out of her.
White Star moaned slightly as he left her body.
Mr Shadow shook himself, tried to re-focus.
'Back to business,' he said, stepping out of the tub.
White Star stood up, too, hands still cuffed behind her and sat demurely on the edge of the tub, legs still dangling in the water.
'Hey,' she said softly. 'You still have some outstanding business here....'
Mr Shadow came around the tub and bent down.
She kissed him deeply, flicking her tongue with the tip of hers.
'Will you wrap a robe around me?' she asked. 'I may be your hostage, but I don't want to be sat here naked when your men come back in.....'
Mr Shadow smiled down at her. 'I don't see why not. You're still handcuffed and I think I can be pretty sure you're not carrying any concealed weapons.'
She grinned back at him.
As he moved away to pick up a robe from the bench, she adjusted where she was sitting. He'd been too occupied with her to notice but she'd seen a set of keys (must have detached from one of the SWAT policemen's belts when he fell) by the side of the tub.
When she'd sat, she'd carefully placed her shapely ass over them.
As she shifted forwards slightly, they were now in easy reach of her cuffed hands. Of course it was too much to hope that they'd be the keys to her cuffs, but regardless, she was skillful enough to use one of them as an improvised lock-pick.
She closed her manicured fingers around the keys as Mr Shadow wrapped the white robe around her and tightened the belt, covering her modesty.
Even as she readily accepted his lips onto hers one more time, her deft fingers were sorting through the keys, selecting which one she would use to release her cuffed hands.
The sex had been good and much-needed but she was still a superheroine and he was still a supervillain. Time to get back to work.
Mr Shadow was about to find out that her skills were not limited to sexual gymnastics in the hot tub!
The End.
Rain On A Hot Day
It's such a hot and sticky day that I have to take you out for a walk in the countryside and have my hands all over your arse as we're walking along, feeling you through your knickers and summer dress. When we reach a quiet, grassy area that's not overlooked, I stop you with a kiss, drawing my hands up to cup your breasts and then tenderly take each out in turn to be licked and the nipples gently nibbled. You shudder gently, closing your eyes and focusing on the exquisite feelings shooting through you as your pussy starts to get very slippery and you can feel the dampness spreading along your panty gusset. My hands start to lift your dress until I have a view of your knickers - they're full-bottomed and white, and they look well worn and wet as I slip my hand between your thighs and you open your stance to give me total access. I can see the wet spot where your hot pussy has been leaking stickiness and as I pull the gusset inside-out to look at your wet slit I can see the pee staining on the inside of the material and I know that you've not been wiping yourself when you've been peeing, knowing how I relish seeing and tasting your dirty panties.
You tell me how you are really needing the toilet right now and you ask whether I'd like to watch; I tell you how I'd like to be part of the experience, not just to watch. I take off my jeans and sit on the soft grass as you lift your dress, stand over me and start to let go in your knickers. The hot nectar starts to spread out across your gusset as the material is quite absorbent; soon it starts to pour from them though and I feel it splashing all over my body and my cock has grown to its full eight inches, reacting excitedly to the feel of hot wetness against it.
I love the
feel of the hot pee but I know that it tastes so good too, so I hold your bottom and draw your pussy towards my face, where I taste the wonderful yellow liquid as it streams through your panties. As you wet yourself for me I slip a finger into your tight anus which gives way quickly as my finger is covered in your slippery juices and pee. I run it up inside you and fill you up with another two. I can feel that you are full in there and didn't get to release the pressure before you came out but that doesn't put me off, in fact it makes the idea of enjoying you anally even more exciting and kinky.
As the stream of hot pee has turned to a faint dribble, I bring you to the ground and position you on all fours, dress around your waist and wet knickers pulled down around your thighs. My penis is throbbing and engorged, it feels fit to burst and I want to be inside you so much that I can barely wait. I slip the head into your arse as it can slide in using the juices left there from my fingers; it then needs a bit of effort to push it further in and my hand guides it while you relax the muscles and absorb as much of it as you can. As my stiff cock works its way into your back passage it starts to feel resistance inside you and I know that I am not only filling you from the outside but compacting what was already there to make your bottom feel so full, so expanded, so intensely pleasurable and I know that being this intimate makes you feel so wanted, so wanton, so utterly filthy and dirty. After a few minutes of being drilled from behind you ask me for more - you need your pussy stretched wide and filled as well. I withdraw from your ring, wipe my cock in the seat of your knickers and pull them back around you. The hot pee has now cooled and the contrast of the heat from the friction we've created and the cold knickers helps make you shudder further.
I let you sit up as I lay down with my cock high in the air ready for you to impale yourself on. Keeping your dress hitched up, your knickers pulled to one side, you squat down and ease the tip of my cock inside your hot, wet, piss-dripping cunt and instinctively you feel the urge to set yourself down on me as fully as you can. The depth of it takes you by surprise - it pushes against your g-spot and then rises to your innermost regions. It feels so far inside you that it borders on pain but the pleasure is just excruciating. You know you're in control now, you know how to ride my cock to get the maximum length inside you and make you cum, and you keep riding that thick meat until your pussy muscles reach the point of no return and your vice-like grip of my cock tells me that you're cumming with a huge orgasm. The twitching muscles also take my cock to the point where the intensity is just too much and I know that I can't hold back any more. I need to release, I can't hold off any longer, your orgasm has triggered mine. I can feel the semen rising all the way and as I sense it spurting forth into your wet cunt I know that you'll be able to feel it, hot and wet, and that as I withdraw slowly you'll feel it even more.
My hands are up to hold your breasts as you fall forward onto me, planting a kiss on my lips as my penis deflates slightly, exertions over for the moment. I roll you over and take it out, then remove your knickers and put them on myself, loving the feeling of your cool pee against my skin.
As we set off, I can see the tell-tale sticky trails down the inside of your leg as my cum dribbles down, while I have your juices rubbing against me in my most intimate areas. We can barely walk but we make it mack to the path and continue on our way.
The End.
Awakening
Something woke me out of a deep sleep. I had been dreaming about darkened rooms made of warm writhing flesh. The damp air had held a musky scent that I thought I should have recognized but couldn't quite recall, as if it had been some genetic memory that couldn't be translated into normal thoughts. The floor had been sticky and the air was filled with moans and gasps. They didn't sound like they were made from pain though.
The sheets had been kicked down to the foot of my bed in the night. Hot humid air filtered in through my open window and clung to my naked form. It was only May and already it felt like August. I tried to ignore my nocturnal erection which was swollen enough to be almost painful.
I tried to roll my head to look at the clock but I couldn't move it. My whole body couldn't move. Without warning my heart accelerated as panic flooded my mind. I tried to calm my mind, to think rationally so the stress wouldn't overwhelm me and aggravate my heart condition, but my body had become a slave to the primitive lizard part of my brain that would never be controlled or reasoned with. My boner was gone.
After a few moments my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and I became aware of a presence in my room with me. At first it caused my panic to rise even higher and I could feel the weak walls of my heart begin to flutter with fatigue. I was not alone but nothing dangerous had yet made itself apparent.
I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten when something in my room made a leathery slithering sound like two snakes twisting together. There was another sound like languid breathing coming from the far wall at the foot of my bed. My eyes snapped open and locked onto a shadowy form directly across from me.
All I could see of it in the dark was a formless lump of darker shadow against the wall under my bikini girl poster, but at the top and roughly middle of the shadow were two pin pricks of dim reddish orange light. The center of these cold fire orbs were tiny black circles that held a weight to them that stole my breath as I recognized them for what they were. Glowing red eyes, the eyes of a predator.
My heart sputtered irregularly and my breath came in fast, shallow gasps. I needed my fucking meds. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the orange bottle on my nightstand, a bottle of water next to them, but my body would not respond to my urgings. The rational part of my brain screamed two words over and over into my mind: sleep paralysis. I was still dreaming, just a dream, don't panic. I recited this mantra in my mind but it was as useless as explaining quantum physics to a brain damaged cow. My panic would not subside.
"Don't be afraid." a smoky feminine voice whispered in the dark. For some reason that voice pinned my frantic emotions like my body was pinned to the bed. I could feel a cool calm flood my body like a strong narcotic in my blood. I was still scared, but my heart and breathing were quickly returning to normal.
The shadowy form stood up and again there was that leathery sound. The gleaming eyes rose to the bikini girl's naval which made the shadow a few inches shorter than me. With a slow and queer grace the shadow moved away from the wall and further into the room. When the shadow crossed the threshold of light pouring in through my window it stopped and I could see it for what it was. A naked woman. No not a woman, something else.
She possessed the general form of a woman but for as much of her that looked human there was as much that was nowhere near human.
She had the face of an angel with long straight, raven black hair that fell down to her waist. Her skin was pale enough that I could just see her veins under the skin. Strong, well toned muscle rippled under her smooth flesh when she moved. Her lips were full and black. Her predatory eyes were almond shaped and gave an exotic quality to her face. Her full firm breasts were smooth and without blemish, her erect nipples as dark as her lips. Her breasts were large but they defied gravity and hung close to her chest. Her waist was narrow to the point of appearing waspish and expanded to wide sensuous hips. Her legs were chords of toned muscle and a neatly trimmed nest of black hair nestled where her legs met her hips. I couldn't see her feet.
After that all semblance of human normalcy ended. A pair of ivory, red tipped horns grew from her forehead and curled up and outwards over her head and pointed ears. A pair of shiny smooth black bat-like wings grew from her back and made a rasping noise when they rubbed together. These wings had made the sound I had heard earlier. The dark veins were moving, slithering around under her skin and forming arcane patterns that couldn't occur under natural laws. Her fingers ended in long, curving black claws. Lastly, swishing slowly behind her legs was a long whip like tail that ended in ridges and a phallic bulb.
She was at once more horrifying and beautiful than any
thing I ever could have imagined. Her feminine grace and voluptuous curves combined with the predatory alienness distilled in her a form of desire and dread that warred within me for control. Beyond all reason or semblance of rationality, even beyond my lizard brain's cries to run, I found myself getting aroused by simply looking at her. I wanted her. I feared her.
She looked at me with an open smile on her lips revealing long sharp looking teeth. Everything about her screamed out predator to me, but I couldn't move. I had seen rabbits freeze up like that when I walked too close to them. Other animals did it too. When a predator comes looking for them they go tharn, hoping that the hunter won't see them. I had gone tharn, but the predator saw me and was fucking smiling.
I was terrified, unable to move or cry out, alone in my room with some kind of monster. She looked at me and slowly her features changed. The smile melted away to be replaced by a confused frown.
"Don't you recognize me Master?" she asked. Her voice sent shivers down my spine that excited me even through her confused tone. I tried to shake my head, to tell her no, but I still couldn't move. The smile returned to her face and she laughed a deep, sensuous laugh that tantalized my nerves and made my cock quiver. Her eyes caught the movement and quickly glanced at my engorged organ, then back up to my face.
"You don't do you?" she asked again. Impotently I tried again to respond.
She shook her head, muttered to herself and laughed softly as she paced slowly from one side of my room to the other. When she walked towards me I couldn't tear my eyes away from the rhythmic bouncing of her large, perfect breasts. When she walked away I was equally transfixed by her firm ass and thighs. Oddly the tail didn't ruin the view.
When she moved far enough away I could just make out her feet. They were cloven hooves. Her strong legs grew to what looked like a second set of knees, bent backwards, connecting to her calves like a shaved goat walking upright. When she reached the end of her circuit her wings would rasp together as she turned.
She stopped her pacing at the side of my bed and looked at my nightstand. She walked over to it, silent as a shadow, and picked my wallet up. She opened it and took out my driver's license.
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