Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  "Uh, yeah?"

  "It's me, Celeste. The doctor sent me to aid you."

  "I'm doing okay, really, I am." I stammered.

  Her small, thin frame slipped the door open and she seemed nonplussed seeing me in this state.

  "Please, miss, please," she walked over to the bed and picked up the nightgown. With a flourish of her hands, she put her forearm into a sleeve and walked over to me. When her hands grazed mine, it like a chill that ran into my bones.

  I looked into her cool, blue eyes, she was nothing like Doctor Tennant. When her hand grasped my injured one and gently guided the silk garment onto the wounded shoulder I felt nausea, and it wasn't from the brandy or the Johnnie Walker. Softly she eased the garment over my head and guided my good hand through the sleeve.

  "Much better. You look, as a proper lady should," she said with ice in her voice.

  With quiet, cat-like movements, Celeste eased over to the bed and pulled the downy white coverings back. I stumbled, and hit the feathered bed. She waited until I was all the way in, and covered me back up.

  I didn't know how long I slept.

  I didn't care.

  I've never slept that good in my life.

  When I awoke, it was still dark, I guess. The curtains were still drawn, and in a chair, I saw my host. His eyes fixed on me, in a hand, he held a glass, half-empty.

  "My lady, I'm glad that you've woken. I was beginning to worry, you've slept the rest of the night, into the morning, and past the afternoon. Now it's early evening. I hoped I did not disturb you when I came in a few moments ago," he said, his silken voice just barely over a whisper.

  "No," I said.

  He stood, and moved with grace not seen of the few men I ever dated. He grabbed at the corner of the bed cover, lifted it up, and then sat down. I watched him suspiciously and he smiled. He then asked politely, "reach your foot out to me."

  I cocked an eyebrow, but did as I was asked. I felt his strong, powerful hands pick my foot up and softly the pads of his thumbs rubbed against base of my toes. "My colleagues think I am a fool, madam, but honestly, the science of reflexology is very real. It allows me to relax people without the use of narcotics."

  It felt heavenly, I had to admit. My eyes flickered softly and he knew he had me. I groaned softly, it was as if he knew that one of my hottest erogenous zones were my feet. My other leg betrayed me, and softly nudged at his hands.

  He chuckled and muttered softly, "no, no, we won't forget you my pretty."

  My first foot he gently held in my lap, nestled in a fold of his smoking jacket. My second foot he stroked with a tender care. He could have been a masseuse for all I knew, because what he was doing to me was wonderful. I clawed at the mattress under the bed, flushing slightly. My body was starting to heat up, and in a way I had never felt before, especially coming for a man.

  "Do you like this my dear? I know another technique that you may enjoy, if you'd like," he asked.

  "Sure, Doc. Whatever you say."

  He rose the foot up so that it was resting on his chest and lowered his face. The warm breath caused me to quiver and his head lowered. Softly, his thick, warm tongue lowered and my biggest toe went into my mouth. His lips suckled gently as his thumbs rubbed the soles and I felt his hot saliva bathe my feet.

  My good hand slowly rubbed at one of my small breasts, pinching a nipple. I could see him watch me. When our eyes transfixed, his tongue began to roll up and down the bottom of my foot, sucking toes on the upstroke, rubbing the ankle on the down. My sore arm was useless, my good arm worked my tits. He raised my other foot to his lips.

  Both big toes went into his mouth, sucking hungrily, his tongue rolling from one to the other. His lips mowed over my feet with that hot, sweet breath, and I was in heaven. He looked at me softly in the eyes and then slipped the feet apart, laying one upon each shoulder.

  "If I may begin my examination, my dear, I like to work from the feet up. I'm not seeing anything questionable up to the knees, but I'll know more once all of this bedding is out of the way."

  I moved the quilt over, and he slid forward, moving my thighs up, resting them around his ears. His moist hot breath met my moist hot pussy. That thick pink tongue struck again, working its way gracefully around my outer folds. My eyes closed and I got the best head of my life.

  His kisses rolled up and down my inner fold, and softly those lips nursed upon my clit with the most delicate movement I've ever felt. Softly, his tongue rolled my clit against the hardness of his teeth, and I moaned, and gasped, my thighs clenching around his neck. He pulled back just a moment, lapping at my juices with his tongue like dehydrated camel. His eyes stayed locked into mine, he was a man with a mission, and that mission was giving me pleasure.

  My hips started to rock at his face as his hands held apart my ass. He moved his head lower, and that thick tongue took my rosebud as well, fucking my ass with that incredible muscle. I panted with a heavy gasping breath, as he took control of my pussy one more time, he pressed his entire face into my pubic area, and ate me.

  I threw my head back, and with a long, loud moan, quivered, and climaxed. I spewed juices all over his mouth and nose. Pouring with sweat, he eased my thighs down and slipped back toward the foot of the bed. His face was a mask of my wetness.

  There, just inside the door was Celeste. Both hands were behind her back, her eyes were ice cold, she had seen the entire thing.

  "You bastard!" She roared, and moved forward with her silent grace. Her hands came from behind her, one of them brandishing a large butcher knife.

  "Fifty years ago, I caught you screwing around with one of your patients. I killed you then, you damn son-of-a-bitch, and I'll kill you again!" She roared.

  I watched her lunge at him with the knife, and connect. Blood spattered through the air and hit me, but I felt no wetness. I rolled off the bed, grabbed my jeans on the floor and opened the door.

  The house went from opulent splendor to a mass of cobwebs. The hardwood floors were now creaking and rotted, and I tried to take the stairs as fast as possible, with that ghostly maid hunting me.

  She didn't walk, she floated at a slow, deliberate pace. She called me as I ran from the house, through the darkness of the night, back out into the woods.

  Even under the light of the full moon, I am lost and can only hope that dawn will come soon, so that I can find some help of some kind. I can't hear her calling my name any more, and so am hoping that I've left her behind, but how can you hide from a ghost that cannot tire, and seeks revenge even after fifty years?

  Spellbound

  Spellbound, I stare into your eyes and I move closer to you. I see your eyes drop to glance at my lips. I lick them, making them wet. Another step and now I am close enough to touch you if I put out my hand. Again your eyes meet mine and I take a final step that places my mouth a few small inches from yours. Eyes wide, I look up at you wanting to kiss you so badly but afraid of the consequences. You are mine, I am yours, but so much separates us. Misconceptions, pain, denial, fear, so much for love to overcome. You look at me and I see so much in your eyes but do not know how much of it I understand or what I should try to guess. With a sudden decision I close my eyes to your scrutiny and lean forward, pressing my lips to yours. With a softness like that of a prayer our lips press together, silently, gently.

  With no words we pull closer until our bodies are pressed against one another. With a sigh my mouth gently opens and I run my tongue across your lips. You open your mouth to me and our tongues touch. I can feel that touch through my entire body, as every nerve seems to awaken with desire and cry out for more. My body melts with the need I have of you, as I can actually feel the shift that my body makes from casual thoughts to outright, naked lust. I want you so badly and my hands move to your hips as if for support. You grab my ass and pull me into you so that I cannot miss the hardness of your cock pressing into me. My mouth opens even more as our kiss gets stronger and deeper.

>   My breath begins to come in gasps and sighs as I can feel myself start to get wet. Your mouth leaves mine to trail across my face and down to my neck. I offer it to you like a vampire's chosen. I tilt my head and my hair falls away to give it to you. Gently your mouth closes over my skin and I feel your tongue taste it. Standing upon my toes I press into you, begging you with my body to bite me, to sink your teeth into the tender flesh of my neck and hurt me. But you choose instead the gentle pressure that you know only frustrates me. With a sigh my hands drop to my sides and I start to pull away. Roughly you wrap an arm around my waist and pull me back into you, rubbing your hard-on against my hip. I glare up at you, frustrated, irritated and only wanting more. You laugh at me and I push you away. Again you pull me back, only this time you catch my throat in your hand and push my head to the side and lean down to whisper in my ear.

  "I thought you liked to play..." you breathe into my ear.

  "I can't stand it...I want you too badly," I gasp this out through teeth clenched in a wave of lust sweeping through me, as I feel the warm air surround my ear.

  I can feel your mumble of understanding more than I can hear it, deep in your chest. Your hand relaxes from around my neck and you lean down to kiss it. I lean against you, in surrender, when your teeth sink into my neck, so hard that I gasp in a combination of pain and raw need. My stomach contracts, and I feel the muscles in me tighten with need. I grab your shoulders not knowing whether to push you from me or to pull you tighter. You push me backwards until I bump into my desk. Thankful for the support I lean against it as you release my neck.

  "That better??" your voice is mocking and yet gentle, and I can do nothing but moan my answer as my hand moves to my neck, feeling the welts begin to raise. You pull my hand away to look at the red marks on my fair skin, and lightly run your tongue across them, as if you would take away the sting if you could. I smile at you; loving the small throb and the awareness it gives me. You lean down and grasp the back of my thighs and pick me up and place me on my desk, shoving books and papers out of the way. I wrap my legs around your waist and we share yet another searing kiss.

  "I want you to fuck me," I whisper in your ear, "Now"

  You lean back to look at me, a questioning look on your face, and then you look down at my body, seeing maybe for the first time my skirt. A wicked smile lights your face as you reach down and pull my skirt up around my waist, and then roughly pull my tights down and off my legs. My eyes widen and then I smile back at you as you quickly strip your jeans off. You grab my hips and pull me forward onto you and I sink my teeth into your shoulder and my fingernails into your back as I feel you slam into me so deep that a cry breaks from my throat in the scream of your name.

  The End.

  Cloud 9

  Carrie was in the shower,cleaning up after working in the garden. She had already washed her hair,her body was all sudsed up and she was standing there rinsing off under the hot,steamy spray.

  Her boyfriend,Pete,was away on a construction job and wasn't due home for several more days. Boy,she missed him alot. She had quite a surprise for him when he came home. She was so horny she couldn't stand it.

  Carrie was facing the shower nozzle,her head back and eyes closed as she let the steamy water rinse the soap from her body.She was running her fingers across her soapy tits,pulling on her nipple rings and moved them down across her stomach to her hairless pussy lips,inserting a finger into her slit and finding her hard little clit. Her fingers were diddling her clit furiously,slipping and sliding in and out of her juicy wet snatch.

  She was lost in her daydream,very close to cumming,when suddenly she felt cool air. Before she could turn around,a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Scared,she started to cry out,when a gag was placed in her mouth.

  She continued struggling and then a voice whispered in her ear,"Hold still,Lady,I am not going to hurt you."

  He turned her to face him, grabbed her wrists and tied them in front of her with some sort of soft cord or rope,then stretched them over her head and fastened them to the shower head.

  Helpless,she struggled some more as his hands began roaming over her breasts,pinching and pulling on her rings. Gently at first, then harder and harder until she moaned with pleasure from behind the gag. Despite being scared,she was getting very turned on,she could feel desire coursing through her pussy and was becoming very aroused by this stranger playing with her nipples.

  He began nibbling and chewing them,while running his hands down her sides to her hips and around to cup her bottom,squeezing her buttcheeks in his palms.

  "Mmmm" he growled, "I love to feel a nice firm ass under my hands." He turned her to face the tile wall,and knelt behind her,water still running over both of them. Reaching up,he turned the water off before he began rubbing and kissing her ass cheeks,kneading them in his large, calloused hands,gently biting them,eliciting loud moans from Carrie.

  She started wiggling and squirming,trying to get away from the teeth he was using on her cheeks. He wasn't biting her very hard,but she was getting very turned on by this man,and she didn't want to,not knowing who he was and all.

  He stood up behind her and when he did she breathed a sigh of relief. He reached around her waist and cupped her full tits in his hands. "These feel like ripe peaches in my hands,Lady, nice and round,so soft." He had a gravelly voice and she didn't recognize it.

  "I was watching you through the shower door,for a few minutes before I opened it. You looked so hot, standing there under the running water,steam billowing around you."

  She shook her head in disbelief,wondering who this man was,cussing to herself and wishing once more that Pete were home.

  "This wouldn't be happening if he were here,"

  she thought to herself.

  Carrie felt his hands moving down across her stomach,and he moved his body closer to her,letting her feel his hardon through the wet jeans he was still wearing.

  "You'd like some of this in your hot pussy,wouldn't you ,Baby?",he whispered. She shook her head no.

  " No?" he asked. "You sure looked like you wanted something in there when I was watching you play with yourself earlier!"

  He reached down and began playing with her shaved mound,slipping a finger just inside the top of her slit,running it small circles on the hard little button he found there.

  Even though she was trying to deny how turned on she was,Carrie knew she was lying to herself and sensed that he did too. She was so horny and this had always been a fantasy of hers. Being tied up was something she and Pete had talked about,but it had never gone any further than just talk.

  The stranger continued rubbing her clit and then Carrie felt his other hand rubbing her ass again at the same time. He slipped one finger into her wet pussy from behind,dragging her wet juices out of her and rubbing it on her rear hole,slowly inserting one finger at the same time.

  Carrie moaned again,throwing her head back,wet hair dangling down her back. He kissed her naeck and whispered,"You like that,don't you?" All she could do was moan as he continued rubbing her clit and playing with her asshole. After a few minutes,she began quivering and shaking as her orgasm built up.

  Her knees got wobbly as she began cumming hard,her juices literally pouring out of her,soaking his hands and running down her legs.

  He reached up and unhooked her hands from the showerhead and led her out of the shower. He had her sit on the chair to the vanity and when she did,he spread her legs wider and tied them to the legs of the chair. He reached up and took away the gag,but left the blindfold in place.

  "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. There was no answer,all she could hear was his breathing,so she knew that he was close by. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and the rustle of the wet jeans being pushed down and Thump,thump as his shoes were kicked off too.

  Carrie trembled as she sat there,wondering what was going to happen next. She asked again,"Who are you?"

  He leaned forward,han
ds in her hair as he kissed her,his tongue licking her lips then forcing them open as his tongue invaded her mouth.She kissed him back,tongues wrestling and entwining each other in their desire to taste the other.

  He stood up,hands still in her hair and re-adjusted the blindfold,making sure she could not see him. He then forced her head back and said,"Here,suck on this!",thrusting his hardness into her mouth before she could say anything. Carrie thought about biting him but she was afraid of what this man would do to her if she did. She sucked on the head and licked the hole in the tip before swirling her tongue around and around as he fucked her lips.

  Carrie was surprised that she enjoyed sucking this stranger's cock,feeling the softness,yet firmness as she did so. The helpless feelings she had as she was being bound turned into a sexual freedom where she was free to be what she really wanted to be, a sex toy,an object to be played with and used for a man's desires and wants. She could feel his cock begin to twitch and swell in her mouth and knew he was about to cum. Suddenly,he erupted,his cum hitting the back of her throat, squirting and spurting until he pulled out of her mouth. She felt so slutty as she knew there was cum bubbling out around his cock and running down her chin.