Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales

by M Jet

  Dark Desire

  Dark Erotic Tales

  M Jet

  Table of Contents:

  High On Her

  Mojo

  Harem

  Bird Feed

  Chocolate Covered Cherry

  Conjure the Wind

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, including photocopying, recording, or transmitted by any means without written consent of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Characters, establishments, names, companies, organizations and events were created by the author. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events, companies or organizations is coincidental.

  Published by Headtrip Productions

  Text Copyright 2014 by M Jet

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  Chapter 1

  "Hello, ah, hi, Mr. Kirk? Yes, this is Mr. Hines."

  Yes, cocksucker, I know who you are. You're my boss, you gave me the phone I'm answering, and you programmed "Mr. Hines" into it, you colossal dickhead, thought James Kirk.

  "Sure, Mr. Hines, what can I do for you?" replied James in a tone full of sunshine.

  "Well, ah, Mr. Kirk, if you could please ah, come on in out of the field and buzz back into the office for a meeting?"

  I've worked for you for fine years, fuckface, call me James, James thought.

  "Sure, Mr. Hines, not a problem! Is there something the matter?" James inquired pleasantly.

  "Well, ah, the thing is, Mr. Kirk, the head honcho's comin' in, and what we need to do is, ah, we need to have a pow wow about your sales, is all. And if you could, ah, on the way back, just go ahead and stop and give the company Nissan a good once over would you? Thank you."

  James felt the breath momentarily rush out of him. These mother fuckers are gonna shit can my ass, James thought, his blood pressure escalating. He inserted two fingers beneath his neck tie and loosened it, suddenly feeling strangled.

  "Oh, OK. Sure, sir, be there soon," James Kirk said with significantly less sunshine.

  James carefully maneuvered the company Nissan into a car wash with trembling hands on 10 and 2. What am I gonna do if these shit lips' fire me, James fumed internally. I've got the studio apartment to pay for, and the HHR, the student loans…

  And FUUUUCK! What about my monthly donation to St. Judes?

  What kind of sleazy dick hole fires a guy who is a MONTHLY SUPPORTER of St. Judes?

  With wind completely absent from his sails, James painstakingly cleaned out the Jones, Jacobs, and Jackson Insurance Sales and Brokerage Firm's Nissan. He discarded several empty Starbucks cups, careful to ensure they were weighed into the garbage by other heavier garbage so they wouldn't blow out.

  James Kirk prided himself on being environmentally considerate.

  Other than James Kirk and the company Nissan, the middle of Monday car wash was empty. There were six bays for cars to drive in and wash or vacuum and detail. The June sun was high in a brilliant blue cloudless sky and a gentle breeze tossed the trees that surrounded the lot. Any other person would've felt footloose and fancy free on a day like that, but James Kirk felt like shit. Sweat accumulated uncomfortably around his starched collar. He muttered angrily under his breath as he cleaned the car.

  Then a flaming red Dodge Charger Convertible sidled onto the lot and the driver of the car stopped James in his tracks and improved his mood on sight.

  James recovered his composure and resumed his task. Only, he was finished cleaning out the car, he just pretended he was still working so he could discreetly watch the red convertible's driver.

  The car parked next to a vacuum unit on the opposite end from where James was parked. "Feel Like Making Love" blasted on the car's radio as the door opened and bare feet with sparkling red toe nails emerged.

  The feet were connected to angelically soft looking, perfectly shaped, deeply tanned legs that went clear to heaven. James' breath caught in his throat.

  The woman wore a mid-thigh length flowered sundress. Even though the dress was fairly modest, large round breasts were apparent beneath the shimmering material as the wind slithered it against her sun kissed skin. Her wild blonde hair fell loose to her waist and framed a face free of makeup but sprinkled with exceptionally fetching freckles. She had full lips and a succulent heart shaped mouth.

  Taking notice of the lips gave James an urgent hard on.

  James watched her out of the corner of his eye as she fed the vacuum quarters and went about cleaning the convertible. As she bent to vacuum the car, the wind toyed with the hem of her skirt and James' heart stopped. Each time he thought her skirt would blow up; it mercilessly fell back in place to cover her.

  But she slowly leaned further and further into the car, bringing the skirt slowly higher and higher until he could see the hint of the bottom of the most flawless round ass cheeks he'd ever seen even in the wettest of dreams. James Kirk's cock literally ached for this woman.

  With cat like grace, the blonde crawled into the car, leaning toward the passenger seat as she handled the vacuuming tool. Finally, she was on all fours, and her dress lifted high enough to reveal a black g string, perfect ass, and nestled in the shadows between incredible thighs, the barely covered hint of the heart of her. A Sunday school teacher's dress and a whore's undergarments.

  James Kirk found himself in the uncomfortable predicament of being near orgasm in a public parking lot.

  Shaking once again, James struggled to pull his eyes away from the irresistible female and pick up the pieces of what was left of his now meaningless existence, when she slowly backed out of the car and turned toward him. The perfect woman's lips split into a sultry grin and she licked them.

  "See something you like, cowboy?" she said in a soft, playful voice.

  James' face blazed. "Oh, uh, um, I'm sorry… Are you talking to me?"

  The woman laughed, a tinkling mischievous sound, like wind chimes. She rapidly turned to pluck sandals out of the convertible, for one second exposing that gorgeous hint of her ass as she reached. She dropped the sandals and placed her slender feet into them and proceeded to walk toward James.

  "Well yeah, there isn’t anyone here but you and me, right?" She spoke as though her words were individually pre-selected. As she moved closer, his head swam with her scent of honeysuckle.

  "Oh, I uh, well, I hadn't noticed you come in," James blurted. James, you dumb, dumb, idiot BASTARD, he silently berated himself.

  The woman smiled coyly, exposing gleaming white, pristine teeth. "That so, sparky?" she teased, one eyebrow arched.

  James blushed again and mentally blew his brains out.

  "You're cute," she said. "What's your name?"

  James glanced around nervously; suddenly suspecting he may be suffering a psychotic break from reality since this creature could not possibly be standing there coming on to him.

  "Um, it's James Kirk."

  The woman pouted. "That's kind of boring, don't you think? How 'bout I call you Jimmy?" she asked.

  You can call me dick lick if it makes you happy, thought Jimmy Kirk.

  "What's your name?" he asked politely.

  "Oh, my name? My name's Missy Raven," she responded, running a single finger down the length of his striped silk neck tie. "You wanna go for a ride with me?" said Missy Raven with the sparkling eyes.

  James rapidly attempted to plaster an expression of aloofness on his face that suggested devastating women asked him to get in their cars in parking lots all the time. He also glanced at the company Nissan. "Uh, well, I'm supposed to get back to work. And, I probably shouldn't leave this car here, it belongs to the company I work for."

  "So?"

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sp; You are absolutely fucking right, Missy Raven, thought James. Fuck a bunch of Jones, Jacobs and Jackson Insurance Sales and Brokerage Firm AND the company Nissan. Those sperm burps are firing me anyway!

  "Well, what if I'm a serial killer?" James asked.

  Missy smirked and sized him up with enormous blue eyes. "I'll take my chances."

  "Well… What if YOU'RE a serial killer?"

  After a dramatic pause, Missy replied, "I think you can take me, Jimmy."

  Her voice was so thick with innuendo, that in that moment, he knew that even in his Dockers, his rock hard erection must be obvious and he didn't give a shit. "Alright," James Kirk said feeling more reckless than ever before in his entire life. "Missy Raven, let's go for a ride."

  James moved the company Nissan off to a remote corner of the car wash's vacant lot and then sauntered back to here Missy stood perched against the convertible. He put on a pair of sunglasses, loosened his neck tie more, and unbuttoned his top two buttons. As he approached, Missy tossed him the keys.

  "You drive," she demanded.

  James chuckled. "Wow, really? OK…"

  The couple took their seats in the car and he carefully began backing it away from the vacuum and toward the exit.

  Missy leaned against James, soft breasts pressing into his arm. Her delicate fingers deftly loosened his neck tie and slowly pulled it from his collar.

  "I think we can do away with this," Missy purred, sending the tie flying into the wind as they drove away.

  Chapter 2

  Missy Raven liked fast driving and wasn't much for small talk. She seemed to have no particular destination in mind, nor did she disclose any information about herself. He asked her a couple chatty questions, but when it was clear she didn't want to talk, he found he really didn't care anyway. What he cared about was the dark line between her thighs, and the hand she sometimes tucked there. And the other hand she kept putting over his on the gear shift and kneading his knuckles, which basically kept him hard all afternoon.

  They raced around narrow country roads lined with fields and trees. Missy frequently leaned her head back, shutting her eyes and grinning. He studied her long neck. At one point, "Owner of a Lonely Heart" started to play on the radio.

  "Oh, I love this song!" Missy exclaimed.

  She began moving her body to the music and before he knew it, she was standing on her seat, waving her arms and singing.

  Normally, it would be decidedly against the grain of James Kirk to allow a woman to stand while he drove, even if it was her car. But she was swaying her hips. The wind was blowing her skirt up and she did nothing to prevent it, fully exposing the black g string, coming to a trim v at her perfect center. He did slow the car until finally; he pulled off to the side of the road.

  Missy smiled down at him and then stepped onto his seat, her pretty feet placed on each side of his lap. She continued to sway to the music, her heat directly in his face.

  Timidly, James Kirk reached for the g string and grazed her gently. He peaked up at her eyes while she sang, and saw desire there.

  So, he moved the flimsy material aside and gently put his tongue inside her.

  "Oh, Jimmy," she moaned, suddenly still, lacing her fingers in his hair.

  James plunged his tongue in and out of her, growing desperate with his need. He reached behind her and cupped that ass he'd been dreaming of since her peep show, squeezing and molding as he flicked her clit with his tongue.

  Missy drew back from him just slightly, enough to sink onto his lap. "You're good at that, Jimmy," she said. He felt the heat of her exposed wetness even through his Dockers.

  Missy grasped James' smooth, chiseled face. Though he didn't give himself much credit in the department of looks, James really did make a better Jimmy. He had attractive tousled brown hair, and piercing dark eyes. Missy bent against him and licked her own juices from his lips, tantalizing him until he took her face in his hands and covered her mouth with firm lips and explored another private part of her with his skilled tongue.

  Frantically, Missy tore at his buttons, raking away his dress shirt and then freeing him of his undershirt as well. She ran her fingers through the curly dark hair on his chest and over a divinely cut abdomen that made her moan.

  "What else are you hiding?" she murmured against his lips.

  "You wanna find out?" he said with a feral growl.

  "Yes… Please…" she moaned again.

  Jimmy pulled her dress off over her head and yanked the front of her black lace bra down to finally put his hands on those heaving titties. He took her nipple in his mouth and nipped her harshly. She omitted a yelp moan that was damn near his undoing.

  "Jesus," she groaned tearing at his belt and zipper. "Oh, God, I knew it," she delighted with wide blue eyes as she unveiled his long, thick cock. "Oh my God," she moaned.

  Jimmy shifted her effortlessly and lowered her onto his waiting shaft. She threw her head back shaking that wild hair, and the first time, they came together hard and fast.

  Chapter 3

  Missy leaned against him breathlessly with her head resting on his shoulder. His arms were around her, hands perched on her ass. "You're not nearly as boring as you look," she murmured, shivering at the feeling of him still hard inside her. She nipped his ear lobe.

  Nestled in the console, James' phone began to ring. The unwelcome sound snapped him from his reverie and he glanced down at the lit screen revealing his boss was calling.

  "Uh oh, it's Mr. Hines," James muttered.

  Missy grinned as she plucked the phone from its spot and hurled it into the trees along the side of the road. There was a crack and the phone fell silent. James stared with wide eyes into the trees.

  "Let's get drunk," Missy said.

  He slowly swiveled his head back to behold her lovely, earthy face. "Alright, Missy Raven. Anything you say."

  Chapter 4

  Sunset found James in a remote roadside dive bar 50 miles from his home. They were certainly the only couple in the rough bar dressed like they just came from church. But, as they sat at the bar casually sipping beers, he discreetly slipped a finger inside her and banged her slowly as he stared into her eyes. She struggled to leave her face impassive even as she came on his hand. They were probably also the only couple coming at the bar. Looks can be deceiving.

  Missy and James spent the evening drinking beer and taking shots of tequila together. They played the juke box and Missy danced between his legs as he sat on his bar stool. His hands roamed her body in full view of the bar, not caring who saw him fondle her. She kissed him sweetly at first, delicately licking his lips and then devilishly invading his mouth with her tongue.

  At midnight, James' head was twirling dangerously and he'd had enough of the bar. He abruptly stood and roughly took her arm. "Let's go," he said intensely.

  They spilled into the night and rushed to the dark corner of the lot where the car was parked. As they reached it, James stopped and spun her to face him. He made a fluid motion of dropping his pants and firmly pushing her to her knees.

  "Suck me," he demanded.

  She moaned as she gazed up at him, grinning.

  Missy took his long cock in her mouth, never taking her glittering eyes off his until he threw his head back.

  "Oh, fuck," he muttered, as she moved her hot mouth back and forth, moaning softly and manipulating his tip with her tongue. He almost tumbled over the edge of ecstasy, but he stopped her by dragging her back up off her knees.

  James spun her once more and laid her face down on the hood of the red convertible. He tore down her g sting and yanked up her dress, groaning as he filled his hands with her.

  "Oh, Jimmy, please," she whispered, lost in her own wet anticipation.

  James forced himself to slow down slightly, as he parted the cheeks of her ass. He gently moistened her there, with his own wet cock. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, OK, Missy?" James whispered.

  Missy purred. "Yes, please… Yes. Yes."

  He pushed h
imself slowly against her ass, taking his time gliding into her until he passed that special point of no return and she took a shattered breath at which point he drove himself all the way.

  Missy cried out as he reached around her front, one hand roughly enveloping her breast, the other plunging fingers inside her cunt. He thrust into her ass, each push driving her forward onto the hood of the car. They both grunted like animals, her breathing frantic.

  When she squealed and her hot cum dripped on his hand, he lost himself inside her.

  Chapter 5

  Missy and James rushed to correct their clothes. Missy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. When she backed away, he whispered, "Who the hell ARE you, Missy Raven?"

  Missy grinned mysteriously in response. Then she pranced around the car, popped the trunk, and produced a small backpack. She glided back to James, tossing the car keys onto the car seat on the way.

  "We gotta get a new ride," she commented.

  James' brow furrowed. "Um, what? What are you talking about?"

  "I've been driving this long enough, we gotta ditch it."

  "Missy, seriously, I'm drunk and just got my brains fucked out. Clarify please?"

  Missy giggled. "Jimmy, I STOLE this car. And now we're gonna STEAL another."

  James guffawed. "Jesus, Missy. Any other person on Earth I would know they were joking, but… How do you have the keys if you stole it?"

  "You wouldn't believe the numbnuts that leave their keys in their cars!" Missy related conspiratorially. "And, now we're gonna find ourselves another ride with the keys in it." James gaped at her. "Trust me," she assured, flinging her back pack over one shoulder. "I have amazing luck with this."

  The couple separated to stroll around the lot scoping vehicles.

  "Hot damn," Missy cried, standing next to a Harley Davidson. James walked up next to her and saw to his amazement that the motorcycle had the keys in it. "Can you drive this?" Missy asked, placing a hand on his chest and looking at him with raw lust in her eyes.