His tongue kept swiping along the tissues of her clit. The sensations were so intense that Pam feared she’d lost her mind. Over and over, he licked and sucked her pussy. Her ass shook and swung, his hands grabbing hard on her cheeks, pulling her to his eager mouth.
He let go of her flexing ass and pushed hard on Pam’s thighs, spreading her wider and wider. His mouth fed on the feast of her passion and she felt her body crash into the waves of her first orgasm. She thrashed violently on the desk with him growling and sucking on her clit. He didn’t stop until her legs began to shake from the strain. She came so hard but she loved every minute of it.
Pam lay gasping for air as he slowly backed off from eating her. She felt the pool of her own sexual juices and was too weak to move. She needed this release and he’d given it to her. Spent and weak, Pam heard the dark man rustling through her desk drawer.
“Hmm. I see you have a small collection of toys here in your lunchbox. This is interesting.”
Pam reached up to pull the blindfold way from her eyes but he slapped her hand away, leaving a sting of pain throbbing on her skin. “I thought you were going to…”
She suddenly felt a long thick shaft forced inside her pussy. “Oh my God, yes. Mmm. That’s it, mmm, fuck me, fuck me, dammit.” She fell back onto her desktop once more.
“I see you really like this. You like having something hard and long in your tight, wet little pussy, don’t you?” He held the end of her ten-inch dildo that he slid deeply into her as she sprawled across her desk, writhing in pleasure.
She knew it wasn’t his cock but refused to be denied. “I want to feel you fuck me, I want you, not this—you fuck me, for God’s sake!”
Drawing the long shaft from her pussy, the dark man stepped back and grabbed Pam’s hips, forcing her to roll over on her desk. With her legs barely touching the floor he pushed them apart with his feet, making her spread them wide. Her dark desire rose desperately as she pushed her ass up, inviting him to invade her body.
“You want to fuck, huh?”
“Oh yes, I want to fuck you.” Her covered eyes stung with tears as she heard herself begging to have this man.
He unzipped his pants, a zing of metal teeth rasping in the silence. Warmth filled her pussy again as she felt his cock resting on the split of her ass. Pam tried to move upward to get that big cock closer to her pussy but he toyed with the opening of her anus, the tip of his cock brushing against it.
She quickly shook her head in a negative movement.
“You don’t want that? Well, I guess we’ll just have to improvise.” There was an evil tone to his comment and Pam swallowed, not sure what was next.
The dark man pressed the slippery end of the dildo against her anus as the head of his cock split the opening of her pussy. She began to crack under the pressure and need. Her ass was spread apart, and as the dark man entered her, he pushed the dildo into her ass at the same time. Her hands scrabbled across her desk; the incredible pressure and the pain had her shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. Her acrylic nails disintegrated as she dug them into the hard wood.
He showed no mercy as he slid himself and the dildo into both orifices to their fullest. Pam felt him press against her cervix and the dildo brought a feeling of fullness she had never felt before.
She’d seen something like this in movies, but she had never known the feeling of double penetration. Her mind whirled, torn by an inner storm of flashes from both pain and pleasure.
With a whimper, she accepted the merciless torment, the intense strain on her pussy filled with this dark stranger’s thick cock. While he pushed in again, his muscular stomach pushed the dildo into her ass. Her vaginal walls were stretched from within and the dildo filled her, causing a downward pressure, as if pinched between fingers. The wide head of his cock pressed against her G-spot and the tip of the dildo forced it against the head. The friction mounted to an unbearable level.
As the lightning outside crashed in the sky, Pam came again. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably and she could feel the steady flow of her juices drenching his cock, easing its deep path.
There was no hesitation, no question that he would take Pam beyond any preconceived boundary she had. He wasn’t about to stop until he finished. With hard, forceful thrusts, the dark man hammered himself within her to the base of his shaft. His balls rested against her thighs as he bit her shoulder. The blindfold loosened and slipped lower on her neck but she couldn’t open her eyes. The strain of their passion was overwhelming her—she was feeling faint.
Her body burned and she broke into a cold sweat as the dark man rammed into her over and over again. She couldn’t feel anything except the rippling sweet pleasure and pain shooting through her body while he immersed himself within her pussy. His hands were hot and he pushed down on her hips, digging his strong fingers into her sweating flesh.
Her legs weakened and she felt herself falling again. She couldn’t handle this intense violation. But she couldn’t stop the animalistic pleasure racing through her veins.
She felt the dark man arch back with a loud groan, lifting her up. He was about to merge within her and she could feel the swelling of his cock. Grabbing her shoulders, he reared up and engulfed Pam’s pussy with the blistering hot seed from his loins. His fingers dragged down her back, scratching her skin. Again and again, he spewed within her. The swollen lips of her pussy spasmed, milking his seed.
All the pressure made her come again and her body was left shattered and weak.
She felt numb—almost lifeless. She struggled to stay conscious and when the dark man pulled the long, hard dildo from her anus, she let go and fainted away into oblivion.
A thunderous rumbling echoed through the air, rousing her. The lights flickered back on and she found herself sprawled in her chair.
“Oh my God, what the hell kind of a dream was that?”
Her desires were quenched and a feeling of recklessness filled her heart. How could she have dreamed something so dark, so naughty—just so fucking hot?
Standing, Pam noticed a shred of fabric falling to the floor from her lap. Leaning over, she picked up the black cloth. She also noticed the side of her skirt had been shredded. A sudden ache and burn shot pain through her and radiated from her ass.
Damn, that hurts.
Her mind raced, she reached behind her, noticing she had no underwear on and her skin was wet and warm. “No—it couldn’t have…there’s no…”
Even as the words left her mouth, she looked at her desk and saw deep holes punctured in the surface. Like those from a knife. Her pussy moistened and her fear returned. She moved her daily planner over and saw the words etched across her desktop.
See you in your dreams.
Chapter Six
Alyson’s hand shook loose from his. Her legs wobbled as she tried to keep them together and she felt the need to sit a little more sideways because her ass ached a bit. “Holy—fucking—shit. Damn, that was, oh my God…did you go back?”
“Of course I did. I told her I would.”
“What happened? Tell me. This is incredible.” Alyson was excited and a little too eager.
“I’m not telling you things to get others in trouble or to reveal their needs. Pam is a woman who needed release. She lives in a world where any kind of weakness is taken as just that—weakness. She has to be strong and in control of herself.”
His mood shifted. He was obviously upset and a little angry for lowering his guard to show Alyson something she could use to hurt someone. “Give me your word that what I just showed you will never leave this room.”
Alyson paused. She knew she would never forget what she’d seen and could always pull this card if needed, so why not? “I promise. Nothing more about Pam. You have my word.” Her crossed fingers lay hidden beside her.
“I see your fingers crossed, Alyson. You can’t lie. Your word is your bond. A person’s word of truth is all they have that can’t be taken away.” He stopped. “Swear to me that what I�
�ve told you about these women is safe.”
With a heavy breath she answered, “I swear.”
“Thank you.” He looked away for a moment and ran his fingers through his thick hair.
“There’s something I’m missing here.” Alyson frowned. “Before, you talked about how things were. Women summoned you, you took them and you left. No ties. Now you talk about release and there seems to be more, something deeper, like emotions involved. What happened?”
He stood and walked to the window. There was silence as he stood again at the window, staring into the darkness. She watched him closely. There was definitely something eating at him. She could sense his frustration, almost as if he needed to tell her something.
He turned from the window and looked at her. “I broke a sacred law. Now I see things differently.”
“A sacred law? Like what? The Ten Commandments?”
“Something like that. Everybody has rules they abide by. We can’t exist by fucking people over all the time. That would be chaos. So we set boundaries and laws. When these laws are broken, we pay the penalty. Just because I’m not human in the way you understand, doesn’t mean I don’t have such laws to govern my actions. There are some things for which any type of being must be held accountable.”
“So what did you do?”
“I broke the most sacred of all laws.”
She thought for a moment. “Did you kill someone?”
He turned his head away and toward the darkness outside and Alyson knew she hit the right point. “Oh my God, you did kill someone, didn’t you?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But because of my actions two people died. Regardless of what happened, it’s not for me to decide who lives or dies.” He hung his head and walked back to his chair. Slowly, he looked back up to Alyson. “It wasn’t my fault but I was there.”
“What happened? You have to tell me.” The excitement built in her.
He closed his eyes and reached for Alyson.
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Sharnet
She stood quietly in the dim bedroom light. Nights like these always stirred her. Being alone, feeling insecure, wanting closeness. The emotions all welled up inside the body of a woman so passionate that the word “lust” couldn’t describe the way she felt about men and sex.
Sex to her was almost sacred. More like a gift between a man and woman. The ultimate sacrifice of body and soul. But something had been lacking in her life. The one thing that all couples need to survive…desire.
For all of Sharnet’s conquests, she still longed for that desire. To be wanted by a man. Having someone want her so badly that he cried to taste her.
The way her husband used to be.
Her life was one of sacrifice and status. She had married a powerful man and pushed him to succeed further than he thought he could. She gave up her dreams of children so they both could climb higher in society. Her goals were achieved and their success grew, but the one thing that dwindled in her life was the fire between them.
He spent more and more nights away. The business weeks turned into business weekends on the boat. The little time spent together became more like two strangers relearning each other. Their sex life was next to nothing, at least for Sharnet. He had a mistress, she knew, and on the special nights he’d make an effort to be a man for her, they’d end up fighting and after that came a slap and abuse. Those nights never leave a woman. After the first hit from the back of a trusted man’s hand, more slaps and punches would follow. Her escape involved friends and shopping.
She looked at her palm and saw the golden medallion her friend had given her to keep safe. It held secrets—stories told from woman to woman over time. Sharnet didn’t believe the myths but it was something to fantasize about.
Her chocolate-toned skin blended into the darkness behind her as she stood in her expensive peach-colored bedroom ensemble. The kind a woman buys when she doesn’t need to look at the price tag. The top closed with lace ties and beneath it was a thong made of the finest silk. It felt as if she had nothing on, it was so comfortable. But the man who should appreciate it wasn’t there tonight.
Her large bedroom was decadent and beautiful. She walked to the tall glass doors of her balcony and opened them, shuddering as the wind rushed in through the windows. The sheer robe blew like the curtains in a wave of fabric. Her round, firm breasts pushed outward, the nipples erect and aroused by the chill. Her underwear covered the fires inside her soul.
She closed her eyes and let the breeze sweep her away, clinging tightly to the medallion and pressing it to her chest. The whistle of air careened through the room. She was free.
“Damn, you are so…fucking…sexy!”
She smiled and turned toward the voice. “Carl, I haven’t heard you say that to me in…” She stopped dead, seeing it wasn’t her husband.
It was him.
She saw his shadowed frame through the windswept white curtains. He was a large man, his black shirt fluttering around him, revealing the muscular etchings of his torso. He wore black pants that clung to him like an extra layer of skin. His black hair swayed, showing Sharnet only a glimpse of his face. He was dark, mysterious, and she knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
He walked closer and she froze, unable to move. With each step he took she wanted to scream but didn’t. The so-called myth was true.
“You have a body built for fucking, Sharnet. Why are you wasting it?”
She was somewhat stunned by his abrupt words. She was a lady and demanded a little respect. “You don’t need to talk like that.”
The curtains floated like clouds around him as he crept closer to her. “Why not? You know why I’m here. You asked me to come to you. I’m not here for tea or chitchat. I’m here to fuck you. To fuck you like a woman needs to be taken.”
Heat swept through her blood. He was right. She didn’t want someone to talk to, she needed a man to take her. “It’s getting cold in here.” She pulled her top closed over her breasts.
“Not for long.”
With a wave of his hand, the bedroom fireplace erupted in a burst of flames and the fire blazed. Sharnet’s inner fire was just about to do the same thing.
“Don’t cover yourself. A woman like you needs to be seen in all her glory to be appreciated. Bodies like yours are molded for a reason. Your body just happens to be designed to fuck right now.”
Swallowing back a gasp, she opened her top. The firm nipples a signal of her arousal. The thin fabric fell down along her arms and dark skin to the floor.
Her knees buckled. His crass words were penetrating the shield she fought so hard to maintain. He was attacking her without anything but his words. They were only about six feet apart. Like a hunter stalking his prey, he circled back and forth in the room. She moved back to where the fireplace shone warmth and light.
He swung his hand toward the windows and the doors slammed shut, sending a gust of air through the room and making the fire erupt.
With a bump, she hit the brick wall of the fireplace. Where she stood, it was cold. The stones were the opposite of her skin, which burned with dark desire. This feeling encompassed all she missed. She wanted more.
He stepped closer.
Sharnet was stuck against a wall with nothing to keep him away but her will to refuse his advances. “This is wrong. You need to leave now. I made a mistake.”
“No you didn’t. You wanted this and it won’t stop until you let me go.” He closed the space between them.
She held her hand out and then opened it, letting his medallion dangle from her fingers. It hung from a hand that shook in fear. “Just take it. Find someone else.”
He raised his massive hand under the golden medallion and then placed it into her palm. She watched him close her fingers around it then gasped as he pushed his body to hers.
She turned away from his hot breath and his tongue flicked against her cheek. “Tonight, you will burn hotter than the sun. The passions you conceal shall be freed upon me, an
d before I leave, you will scream my name as you come.”
Sharnet was helpless against his advances. She tried turning away from his stare but he kept turning her face to his. She was hypnotized by him. His hands reached up to mold her breasts. He glanced down in appreciation of her body.
“Damn, I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”
His words stirred her again. The thought alone made her pussy ache. “It’s been a long time. Not sure if you can handle me.”
With an evil grin he stepped back, looking at her against the brick behind her. Her breasts felt full and she knew her nipples were tightly erect. The small covering of underwear was soaked through and she wouldn’t be surprised if he could see the glisten of juices between her thighs. She was a woman on fire.
“Perhaps you’re right.” He glanced at the corner of the bedroom.
In it stood a full-length mirror that Sharnet spent hours in front of, preening and perfecting her looks. As he stepped to it, she noticed he created no reflection, only the flicker of firelight against the bedspread. She froze, panting, as he stepped into the mirror and vanished.
For a moment she thought it was over then from the back of the mirror he appeared. His skin tone was lighter and his hair blond now. Then he appeared again from the back of the mirror. This man was darker and more shadowy than the other.
“I figured if one of me couldn’t handle you, maybe two could.” The darker man was him as well, the other a lighter version.
Sharnet clenched her thighs tightly. Her darkest fantasy was becoming reality as she realized two massive men were in her bedroom. She didn’t know what they were going to do, but she had a good idea she was going to get fucked.
They stepped closer and the firelight accentuated their nudity. She saw their large cocks hanging as they walked. Excitement filled her heart and heat filled her body.
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