Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  Several hours later, the bat returned and perched once more on the sill beside the black crow. It remained fixed at the top for quite some time, as if waiting for something to happen, and that it did.

  An hour later, the bodies began to stir. The crow flew out the window and the bat swooped down from the sill. The shape of the bat was soon replaced by Reilly’s human form again. He stood before the two women as they awoke.

  “Good evening ladies. So good of you not to keep me waiting for too long. Welcome back from your grave.” Reilly said.

  “What have you done Reilly? I don’t understand. I thought you loved me. Why did you do this?” asked Mirissa reaching for her neck and finding the two little holes left by Reilly’s attack.

  He moved closer to the two of them and handed them a couple of housecoats.

  “I do love you Mirissa, but this is part of my business. I am now your Methuselah, and you and Kilene are now my pawns. You shall obey my every whim and command without question. Now go and get dressed, we have an important meeting to attend to.”

  The two women looked at each other, both still quite puzzled by the turn of events, but did not question his command. Mirissa took the lead with Kilene soon behind her. The water from the shower stung the women as it cascaded into the holes on their necks, but they felt much better after. The deep sleep that they had just awoken from was now gone and they could focus a little better.

  They dressed in silence as Reilly looked at the two beautiful women. He secretly wished that he had the chance to bed them again tonight, but he knew he did not have the time for such animalistic satisfaction. He sighed heavily when the finals pieces of female flesh were covered and the two women were ready for him.

  “Ok ladies, we have to meet with someone of pure importance. Please behave yourselves. You are very special to me, and I wish no harm to the both of you.” He kissed them softly on the lips and directed them to the door.

  They stepped carefully into the empty hallway, making sure that no one would notice them leaving. Mirissa had arrived in her lacy white dress, but now left in a leather jumpsuit, as Kilene wore the same. The outfits pleased Reilly, not only for the fact that they were tight fitting and all the women’s curves could be seen and felt, but also because they were black. His favorite color, and that’s why he had supplied them to the girls.

  Opening the door leading to the staircase, the dark trio descended the flight of stairs until they reached the third floor. A long climb down from the thirteenth floor yet none of them looked or felt exhausted. Reaching for the door out, Reilly motioned for the girls to wait. He quickly peered into the hallway and noticed no one around.

  Reilly lead them down the hallway to another hotel room. Once there, he knocked on the door three times. The door swung open and the trio were pulled inside by an unseen force.

  The End.

  The Dance Floor

  The room was heavy filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and a miasma of heavy perfume and cologne. It was dark; you could see the city lights through the open windows. Blue lights shown on the band, with a soft yellow spotlight in the center that enveloped them all. Crowded, loud. The band was playing hot. Fast jazz swing and sultry, slow torch songs. Their following had grown and grown over the past few years and she loved to watch them perform. She was always in the crowd. They could count on it.

  She would stand close to the bandstand and sway to the music: always with a drink in her hand, something hard and straight. The dance floor tonight was in a renovated ballroom where the dance floor “floats.” The floor had a bounce, a give, a feeling like it was alive and a part of the dance.

  The bodies pressed against her, the floor moved with an up and down motion that was caused by the crowd. She could feel the heat radiate from the close packed, moving bodies. She anticipated.

  She intently watched the crowd, looking for the one. Every evening the band played, she would find the one that would help her in her search to be filled and consumed by the music. This band’s music was her life and she helped make the music. The man she was looking for could usually be found at the edges of the crowd, standing alone, and also watching. It was someone who was also consumed by the music. She scanned the crowd and the band watched her, waiting.

  While she danced with the men who asked her, she would try to find him while she did the fast pace swing steps. Watching her dance was easy. She made everyone who danced with her look better, smoother, than they were. She helped them to become the dance, just as she was. Her hair flew behind her in a sheath of gold; her skirt swirling around her in soft waves of color.

  By the middle of the second set, she had found him, just as she always found him. Tonight he was a man in his forties, dark brown hair mixed with some gray. Slender and just the right height for her needs, he was wearing soft, worn jeans and a black tee shirt with a fitted sport's coat. He was intently watching the band and her. His hips followed the rhythm of the beat. She danced one more swing number, keeping her eye on him, smiling and letting him know that she saw him seeing her. It was the last tune of the set. As the number ended, she pushed her hair back to fall over her shoulders and went to the bar for a drink. He watched her and then she disappeared into the crowd.

  At the beginning of the last set of the night, the band started a slow twelve bar blues. She was back at the bar and she took a sip of her drink. Searching the crowd, she found that he was looking at her. She smiled, walked to him and took his hand and led him towards the stage. The sound was so loud it was difficult to talk. If she had her way, she would not need to say a word to him. They would communicate through the music, through the dance.

  She put her drink down on the bandstand and started to dance in front of him. Her skirt swirled around her and softly touched him. She was close enough that he could smell the sweat scent of her perfume and the smell of her heat. She reached out and took his hands and led him to her beat. The crowd enclosed them and held them close together. She held their clasped hands to her hips and moved from side to side against his body. The dance floor moved with them creating a wave of its own. She could see the band and they could see her. Just as she suspected, he moved with her and against her with the music. She took up the rhythm of the sax and he chose the bass and they moved to the same beat at different speeds, their bodies touching and moving against each other, from them and from the dance floor. The floor was alive beneath them, making it apart of them.

  She twirled under their clasped hands and ended up with her back against him, she could face the band and still dance with him. She caught the eye of the sax player. She knew he would be a player with them. He smiled and then watched her intently as he began to play for her. She leaned into her dance partners heat and drew his hands to her hips and slid them underneath her loose fitting top to her breasts. He nestled his nose into her hair just above her ear and she could feel the heat of his breath and the beat of his heart. His hands molded her breasts under her blouse. His thumbs found her nipples and lightly rubbed them with his thumbs to the beat of the music. They grew as he made them erect and hard. She opened the front clasp on her silk bra and put his hands against her moist skin. His hands were hot and hard, but smooth against her skin. She moaned as he lightly pinched and tugged on her nipples. The wetness was flowing in her center. He was very hard behind her and she arched herself against him.

  He twirled her around and back into his arms. They were tight together and the stage was just inches from their legs. The crowd gyrated around them, keeping them close. He looked into her eyes as they danced, putting one hand back on her breast. Her hips rubbed his and the steel hardness of his shaft pressed against her. She looked at the sax player and his eyes were intently on her, just as they always were during the dance, and his music pushed her towards the man in her arms.

  Her hand went down to his jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. They were standing ear to ear. Her hand found his hardness. She touched the soft skin with feather lig
ht fingers. It was wet with his heat. She looked in his eyes and brought her finger up to his lips for him to lick. His tongue ran around her fingertip. She took his hand and slid it under the waistband of her skirt under which she was naked. Hairless. She left his hand their while she returned to his hard cock. His finger slipped between her lips and touched her button and she moaned. She was wet and slick. His fingers kept time to the music and she spread her legs so he could reach further into her. The music was never ending, no breaks in the tunes, sliding into the next seamlessly as the couple on the dance floor played with each other.

  She loved the feel of a hard cock. She found she was tapping the beat on the head, right at the slit, anticipating what would come from it when they were ready. Her fingers grasped him and, as her hand was covered with his juice, she could easily slide it up and down his length while still tapping the head with her thumb.

  She road his hand and the floor helped propel his fingers into her. She was so hot and so close to cumming. She raised her skirt up in front and put his hard cock between her lips, replacing his hand. He slipped himself into the moist cleft. She threw her head back and used him as he had used his fingers. Raising herself up onto her toes she was able to get him to the center of her, and he entered her, hard. She looked up and the sax player was watching them intently.

  His hands went to her bottom under her skirt. He grasped her and shoved himself, harder and harder, in and out while the dance floor moved up and down. The music became faster, following the dance. Their breathing was coming in gasps. She pushed one more time and came with a moan of fulfillment. Her tunnel clamped down on him in spasms and he came hard, his hips bucking into her, grunting to finish his cum. She road him as the music slowed, leaving him inside of her until he became soft and slipped out of her folds and their mixed cum ran down her legs. With the final drumbeat she slipped away from him and her skirt fell. The crowd exploded with applause for the band.

  Her lover put his horn down and came off the stage. He looked into her eyes, putting her hand on his rock hard cock. “You were the music, tonight babe. It was one of the best.”

  Together they smiled at her dance partner, and walked away.

  The End.

  Picnic for Lovers

  Stage: cottage by lake, picnic for two soon to be lovers

  Cast: you and me

  We went to cottage to have picnic and to get to know each other. Never knowing how well we would know each other by end of the day.

  We had been swimming for most of the morning so we are hot and hungry. I'm wearing my new bikini, hoping to look good enough to eat. You're in black swim trunks. We had decided to go up to the cottage, to get picnic from the car and to grab a blanket to sit on.

  Once at the car (neither of us knows who started it) we started to kiss. At first hesitant, gauging reaction and seeing what felt best. After several long minutes of this play we are getting thoroughly aroused and know we are going to either have to stop or finish what we have started.

  I decide to hold off and say so, as I'm leaning into car to grab the basket. You are ok with this but decide to grab one last kiss to hold on to. As I stand up and turn towards you, I'm pulled into your arms and kissed with a thoroughness I'd never felt before.

  By mutual consent we decide we cannot wait and get bolder in our caresses of one another's bodies. Deciding to catch my breath I turn away and lean on the car. While I'm leaning over you start to run your hands over my shoulders, around to my breasts. Slowly as if weighing them you lift them and mold them with your palms and fingers. Running the nipple between your fingers as you slowly kiss around my neck to the sensitive skin behind my ears.

  Then slowly your hands run down my body. Massaging and caressing as you go, kissing a trail down my back. You slowly mold my ass with your hands loving the sounds coming from my throat, as I tell you not to stop in a breathless whisper. Dropping to one knee you slowly run you r fingers along he line of my bikini, inching under them so you can move them out of your way. Pulling my hips back you start to kiss my thighs and lick me slowly to the very base of opening.

  Spreading me with your fingers you start a slow torturous licking up one side and then back to repeat on each side, by this time I'm begging you to find my opening and to lick me faster. Your in no mood for fast yet thou and decide to keep up the slow methodical loving. Inch-by-Inch you work towards my clit, once there you slowly suck it into your mouth and gently push two fingers into my warm wet opening. Thrusting them in time to the licks and sucks on my clit till I can barely stand with the pleasure you has delivered to me.

  All at once it is too much you need to be buried in me. Standing you press me to a bent position, and remove your trunks, then you ease your fat hard cock into my tight passage inch by inch. Going slowly at first you take your time burying into me, then withdrawing, knowing I'm liable to burst with my orgasm any second. You can feel the muscles in me tightening and pulsing around you. Building up speed you pull my hair back to look into my passion glazed eyes. I kiss you and beg you to finish me hard. Faster and harder you pump into me, crushing me to the car grinding into the back of me, I can feel your body smacking my ass as we build to the summit of ecstasy.

  Finally you know I can barely stand it and pump hard and deep into me repeatedly until I shower you shaft with my cum, and let out a moan as you've never heard before. Trembling and quaking I squeeze my muscles to milk your cock and make you come in me with the power of a hurricane.

  Spent we both collapse onto the car and slowly separate, and begin to catch our breathe.

  The New House Next Door

  I made the last turnoff down the country road to the Alaskan style Chalet that Lee and I share, and here was several huge truckloads of building material parked by my road.

  "Well, just hell!" I thought, realizing that construction was going to start soon across from us.

  We had enjoyed having the only home in the area for nearly 15 years. The 6 acres we own is nice and private, but our property line stops at the road.

  I had tried to buy the acreage across the way a few years before, but had balked at the price, it was through the roof! No way could I swing it, and when Lee and I hit the windfall in Reno earlier, it was too late.

  The property had sold. But a few months went by, nothing, so I forgot about it.

  Now suddenly, major activity! Down went the big old trees, bulldozers went to work, in no time at all the huge framework began to take shape.

  I was pissed, the thing they were building looked more like it belonged in southern California than a nice little rural setting in Oregon. To make matters worse, a huge deck was going out on the side, which would put them looking right down and into my massage room, from only about 100 yards away.

  Dammit, I liked my massage room, big windows facing the afternoon sun, the light filtered in through the branches. My clients liked it, is was private and beautiful.

  Oh, I could put up screens, plant some trees or bushes to block their view, but that would block ours.

  Then when the funny looking plants started going in, I blew my stack! Bad enough the creek was full of mud from the construction, but plants the wrong color and type for the area was a bit too much, I decided it was time to go meet the neighbors.

  Lee and I wandered over, there were some workmen finishing up the roof, the place was close to done.

  We knocked on the door, and a lady in her late 30's answered. We introduced ourselves, she said her name was Donna, and she ushered us in.

  I looked around, there was artwork, and not cheap, all over the living room. I had already guessed that these folks had dropped close to a half million on the place, and the bare land had been close to that.

  Donna brought some cheese and flat crackers of a kind I had never seen, some drinks, and showed us out onto the deck.

  It was furnished with some expensive looking chairs, I noted the covered hot tub over in the corner.

  Wandering over
to the railing, I glanced over at our Chalet. Sure enough, there was a perfect view right into my therapy room.

  Donna must have read my mind, she said "Sorry, I see you are a therapist. We plan to replant some bushes to block the view."

  That made me feel a bit better, but still..

  We chatted awhile, Donna mentioned that her late husband has been lost in an industrial accident, he was an off-shore oil rig worker. What with the insurance and the settlement from the company, it was quite a bit of money.

  I noted the expression of pain in her eyes as she said that, and my sensitive nature took over.

  About that time I heard a voice, "Hi Mom...OH! Sorry, I didn't know you had company!" I glanced over, and my jaw almost hit the floor!