Dark Lust

by S. L. Carpenter

  DARK LUST

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, September 2004

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

  PO Box 787

  Hudson, OH 44236-0787

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0023-4

  Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

  Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

  DARK LUST © 2004 S. L. CARPENTER

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Mary Moran.

  Cover art by Scott Carpenter.

  DARK LUST

  S. L. Carpenter

  Dedication

  To my “Auzzie mate” and “Partner” for pushing me to explore my darker side. I appreciate both of you for your friendship and Tim Tams.

  THE DARK LORD RISEN—Encounter One

  The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness.

  Missy lay face down on the bed with her ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into her.

  Slap, slap, slap. Their flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust.

  Her face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire she’d long thought lost. She was about to climax again.

  No man had taken her to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires she craved. Until she met HIM.

  Tucked into a fetal crouch, her body was jarred and shaken every time he sank his throbbing cock within her sore, stretched cunt. He’d grunt and growl while his hands groped at the skin on her back. Reddened handprints faded as he pulled his hands from her sweaty flesh. His muscular legs spread hers wider and with a force from below, he lifted her with his powerful thrusts. The opening of her pussy was swollen and engorged with the blood of excitement.

  With a loud squeal, Missy cried out as his hand spanked her ass.

  Slap, slap, slap.

  “Mmm, damn you’re a great fuck. I could do this all night!”

  She was torn between answering yes to being ravaged by a man with insatiable appetites, and knowing she could die from exhaustion and pleasure. She knew it had to end.

  “Is this what you want? You want to let go? Let me feel you milk my cock with your pussy.” His voice ricocheted through her mind like an echo in a cavern.

  The sound of her racing heart thundered through her head. Thump, thump, thump. She could feel it about to explode as she surrendered.

  Whimpering, Missy began to cry in ecstasy as she came again. “Ohhh, ohhhh, please, ahhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me…oh harder!”

  Ripples of pleasure shot through her body. The crest of the wave crashed to her soul. Lightheaded from the vaginal spasms that caressed the hard length of this man’s cock, she needed it all to finish.

  A completion to this heavenly nightmare of dark sin.

  “Say it Missy, say it…ask me, beg me…”

  With words that cut to her bone, she begged. “Come inside me, oh fuck, just come inside me, let me feel it. Please, please…”

  She wondered if he was smiling from his final conquest of her barriers, but then everything faded, as he slammed hard into Missy’s wet cunt.

  The seed burned as it coated her walls with lust’s final act. Missy breathed in through her teeth as the burn began to seep from within her. It scorched the tender flesh of her inner thighs, trickling down.

  With her eyes clenched shut, she buried her face into the pillow and screamed. She had given in. She now belonged to him. The fullness inside her pussy softly dwindled away and she tumbled to her side. Her body was soaked with perspiration and her muscles ached but the smile across her face was from a pleasure she’d never felt before.

  There was no love in this relationship. No ties to be together. Just pure sexual depravity released between the two of them. Their night had been full of mind-blowing sex that, by itself, burned hot like the sun.

  But she knew that her surrender would cost her.

  It would cost her anytime he desired her.

  The Love Letter

  Debbie’s long day was over. She had come home tired and her feet hurt like hell. She and her husband Jerry had worked hard to climb into the middle class and now they lived in a nice house, the kids had grown up to the point where they had their own lives and her latest goal was to move into management at the firm where she worked.

  She walked up the stairs into the master bedroom to find the bed all messed up. It always ended like this. After a long day at the office, she would come home and spend her nights cleaning up after everyone.

  Debbie flopped onto the bed and sat there like a pile of old clothes, unable to move. She reached down to take her shoes off and saw a piece of paper on the floor. Sighing, she picked it up and saw a woman’s handwriting on it. She assumed it was hers and began reading it.

  Seeing you makes my heart beat faster.

  Feeling you makes me want more of you.

  Sharing you with her makes me sad knowing it should be me.

  Having you say you love me shows me you’ll leave her soon.

  Knowing she has you makes me jealous and wanting.

  Standing outside your house at night waiting to see you go to bed.

  Scaring myself thinking you’ll be making love to her.

  Calling and waiting to hear your voice.

  Hearing her answer then hanging up ashamed of my addiction to you.

  Giving my body to you to have any way you desire.

  Kissing your lips makes my body come alive.

  Tasting your skin makes me moist and aroused

  Licking me with the warmth of your tongue makes my body quiver.

  Having you moan as you eat me sets my passions free.

  Longing to have your penis deep within me.

  Feeling the stretching as you plunge deeper and deeper.

  Warming when you throb inside of me as you come.

  Filling me with the essence of your body makes me have a part of you.

  Telling me I fulfill you and satisfy your dreams.

  Fantasizing you’re with me as my hand touches between my thighs.

  Knowing we’ll be together again so I can feel your love.

  Being lucky you love me even though you’re hers.

  Knowing we’ll be together after this weekend.

  Making me ache to have it be sooner.

  Loving you, knowing you have decided to pick me.

  Making me want you more and have you be mine.

  I love you.

  XXOOXX

  Tears filled Debbie’s eyes and her heart ached. She felt ashamed and suddenly nauseous. In her heart, she had believed Jerry would never cheat on her, but as every woman questions when she gets older, she’d asked herself “Does his eye wander?”

  Obviously, Jerry’s had—and so had his dick.

  Debbie sat dumbfounded and utterly stunned. This did explain a few things though. The late nights at work, the times he was just too tired, the reason his penis seemed to be more shriveled…

  Now the embarrassment and shame of it started to become rage and anger. It turned into a violation of her, both in body and in heart. She felt betrayed and disrespected and above all, fucking pissed off.

  Debbie didn’t take lies well, especially about something so close to the heart. This was a vow, like “thou shalt not kill”.

  Only now, it was something more precious to her. If he’d slept with another woman, that meant he’d comp
ared some slut’s body to hers.

  Payback was a bitch. Unleash the fury of a woman scorned, and pay the price.

  * * * * *

  Whistling happily, Jerry pulled up into the driveway and walked through the back door into the kitchen. He set his keys on the counter and looked up to see…a frying pan.

  It hit him square on the nose, shattering the cartilage and causing him to careen backwards and hit his head on the counter. Blood spurted from his nostrils. Before he could get himself up, Debbie hit him again, this time on his temple, causing his eye to close and a large welt to start forming as he fell to the floor.

  “NOBODY CHEATS ON ME YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING BASTARD!” Debbie screamed as she kicked Jerry in the nuts, causing blinding flashes of light through his brain. Rage, passion and pain all seemed to be cascading through her as she unleashed her emotional turmoil on Jerry’s frail body.

  “Eighteen years, eighteen fucking years I gave you and this is how you repay me?” Tears fell from Debbie’s eyes as she confronted Jerry, lying bleeding, on the floor. “Who is she? Who’s this SLUT you were fucking in OUR bed? I sure the hell hope she was worth it because you… NOBODY screws with me. I’m gonna take you to the cleaners, buddy!”

  Jerry reached to grab the countertop and Debbie kicked his arm, producing a crack that sent the bone protruding out of the skin above his wrist and making Jerry tumble back down to the floor.

  Blood spilled from his broken nose as he tried to prop himself up, but Debbie kicked his elbow loose causing Jerry to fall on his face. She put her knee in his back, making him whimper and gasp. She pressed him to the floor and pulled on his ear with her teeth, as she began to unleash her fury.

  “You know your friend, Jack? Well, I heard he was well-endowed but I couldn’t find out because I was married to your sorry ass. But at last year’s Christmas dinner I followed him into the executive lounge and gave him a mind-melting blowjob.”

  She paused for breath. Jerry could only whimper.

  “He had such a big cock I could barely take it all in my mouth. He had me so damn horny that I fingered myself as I sucked him off because I wanted to fuck him so bad. My hand was soaked because he made me so wet. I let him lick my slippery fingers as he blew his load into my mouth.” She wouldn’t stop.

  “For an added bonus, I swallowed instead of spitting like I do for you. He tasted so sweet. So that wasn’t cake frosting you picked off my blouse and ate that night.” Her words tore through his heart as she bit the tip of his ear and ripped the flesh on the lobe making Jerry wince in pain and sympathize with Evander Holyfield.

  He struggled to get up again and Debbie poked her heel into the top of his hand, forcing it down with all her might. He swore he could feel the tendons break under the pressure of her heel.

  As Jerry’s hand burned, she kneeled down beside him and whispered into his ear. “You remember how you always wanted anal sex and I wouldn’t let you? Well at your brother’s birthday party, when you got drunk and passed out, I let your brother fuck me up the ass for a present. He really is your BIG brother. We were in your old room and on the twin bed you had when you were a kid. You always get so stupid when you drink and you pissed me off. It was like I was a virgin again. It hurt so much, I felt as if I was torn in half but I came so fuckin’ hard I thought I would pass out.”

  Jerry rolled onto his back as Debbie kicked his side. The blood streamed from his nose and his eye was still swelling from the collision with the frying pan.

  “As for this?” Debbie grabbed her crotch. “This has always been just yours. For some twisted fucking reason, I never let anyone violate my pussy but you. What an idiot I was to believe this hot, wet, sexual haven was sacred to our wedding vows! Faking all those orgasms, putting up with your little dick and never letting another man eat me out or fuck me properly, is gonna be a thing of the past. This pussy is going to get a workout!”

  Jerry blacked out as Debbie kicked him in the balls with the pointed toes of her shoes.

  Their daughter Trisha came into the house and screamed when she saw her dad lying on the floor, bleeding and moaning in pain.

  “What the hell happened, Mom?” yelled Trisha, horrified.

  “Your dad was cheating on me, dear. I caught him.”

  “Dad would never cheat on you! Where’d you get an idea like that?”

  Debbie held up the note crumpled in her hand.

  Startled, Trisha looked at it. “Mom! This is the letter I wrote to my boyfriend Paul. Where did you find it?”

  The Right Time

  For four months, Alfonso passed the Carlotto restaurant on his way to work. His bus would slow down sometimes for a red light and he would have the privilege of seeing a real-life dream.

  At 12:25 p.m. each day, he would see HER sitting at the same table, on the sidewalk veranda of the establishment. Who was she? Where did she work? How’d she get her legs to curve like that, causing Alfonso to uncontrollably drool on himself? He’d stare out the window of the bus every day and become lost in her beauty.

  She was stunning.

  In a strange way, she had become an infatuation to him. Her long, soft, blonde hair floated on the breeze, almost like it was resting on the wings of an angel. She always wore a skirt that tantalized Alfonso’s mind with fantasies of those long legs beneath it wrapped around his hips as they made passionate love.

  Her lips—God he loved her luscious lips. They would surround and embrace each bite of food. She’d lick them and chew slowly. A sheen of moisture across them shimmered in the sunlight. Alfonso could only imagine kissing her, let alone having those moist wet lips wrapped around other parts of his anatomy that suddenly awoke to his mind’s impure thoughts.

  Then there were her eyes. Blue as a clear summer sky, every now and then he caught a glimpse of them looking towards him when his bus would stop to pick up a passenger. And he would become lost in the realm of his dreams.

  Alfonso was an average guy. He was about six feet tall, two hundred pounds, had a darker Hispanic tone to his skin and lived in a very nice home near the city…with his senile mother. He habitually masturbated while watching Scooby-Doo cartoons and fantasizing about Velma.

  He was generally shy around women because his last few escapades had been disasters.

  There was the online liaison with the French lingerie model who had turned out to be his aunt. Then there had been the woman he picked up in a bar during his company Christmas party. She ended up being a vice cop and had arrested him for soliciting her for a blowjob and only offering her twenty dollars. He wasn’t sure if it was the proposition or the fact he only offered twenty bucks that had made her upset.

  Alfonso had dreamed of just happening by and starting a conversation or inviting this angel woman to dinner. Something to make her notice him and distinguish him from the millions of other men she obviously entranced with her beauty.

  He knew it was just a fantasy. Many nights he would be alone in his bed, dreaming of her, only to end up bolting to the bathroom with a jar of hand lotion in one hand and a hard-on in the other.

  The next morning he awoke and made a decision. He was going to meet her. Even if she snubbed him and treated him like a three-day old soiled condom, thrown into the dirt then buried by a cat, it would be worth it to just say hello and see her.

  He had the day off and would do it. Meet her. It was his fate—it was his time. In a perfect world, she would see him, sense the attraction, ask him to join her, and then ravage him in the men’s room.

  What should he say? What should he do? How would he hide his hard-on that would instantly pop up if she even so much as looked at him?

  Alfonso walked down the street to Carlotto’s restaurant. His trench coat kept him warm and conveniently hid his perpetual boner out of sight. His only worry was that he might be mistaken for a bank robber with a pistol in his pocket…a small pistol.

  Checking out the street, he saw a flower shop directly across from the restaurant. He’d never really noticed it as
he sped by in the bus every day, since he was always looking at her. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 12:05 p.m. Twenty minutes until he took the plunge.

  He purchased a single perfect yellow rose from the nice Oriental woman running the flower shop and bought a small card to go with it. He wrote a short note inside.

  From someone who has adored you from afar,

  and now wants to adore you a little closer.

  A

  * * * * *

  Looking out of the flower shop, he saw her stroll up and through the front door of the restaurant. 12:15 p.m. Wow, she’s punctual. Good thing.

  His heart started pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

  Rose in hand, he stared out of the florist’s window and watched the waiter take her to her regular table. She reached into her purse, pulled out a book and sat back in her chair.

  She wore a red skirt and a silken white blouse that was sheer enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a cool breeze and Alfonso looked skyward, thanking the heavens for the chill in the air that made her nipples tighten and protrude through the sheer fabric.

  12:20 p.m. It was time to move. Lunch was usually an hour in the city and Alfonso was afraid he’d miss his window of opportunity.

  It was his time.

  He adjusted the inseam of his Dockers, closed his trench coat and stepped outside the flower shop to the sidewalk. He stared at his Holy Grail. She was Guinevere, and he was Lancelot. If she could look into his pants, she would see Excalibur.

  A gust of wind swept along the street and the woman’s dress crept up her thigh revealing a garter belt.

  Down boy, steady, steady, calm—remain calm…

  Alfonso mentally blocked out everything except her beautiful face. He was focused and determined and started walking straight for her. He was going to do it. His mind was set.

  Another gust of wind blew past the restaurant. The woman’s hair flowed sideways in the breeze as if alive. Her blouse opened slightly and Alfonso saw her bosom. The glorious pale flesh of her neckline sloped to a perfect breast. The darker pink hue of one nipple was visible and Alfonso froze.