First Surrender Lunabelle

 First Surrender Lunabelle

 May 28, 2014 | 10157

 “Are you aching yet?” he responded. “Yes…my legs are shaking…I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Jess pleaded. “Excellent.” Jess’s heart leaped, anticipating release. Then she saw his next words: “I’ll let you know when you can come.” Jess slid her hotel room key into the lock, and was rewarded with a welcoming click and chirp. Within three steps of entering, she had abandoned her high heels. Six steps, and her suit jacket was draped over a chair. It had been a long evening of smiling and chatting up potential customers over cocktails, she was mentally and physically exhausted. Her colleagues from the marketing team were headed out for a late dinner, all Jess wanted was a hot shower and her bed. She continued to strip down, stepping out of her skirt, peeling off her stockings and panties, blouse and bra joining the jacket tossed over her chair. Now naked, Jess strolled to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, grateful that the water heated up quickly. With a long sigh, Jess stepped into the shower and let the day’s tensions wash away. She always savored the moment when she could set her polished, poised exterior aside to relax and be herself again. Steam swirled around her, the spray massaging her full, round breasts, water cascading over her curvy hips and long legs. Jess closed her eyes and stood still, lost in the warmth and the sound of the rushing water. Gradually, she felt her mind and body re-awaken. She stretched, turned and began lathering shampoo into her long, red hair. Upon emerging from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Jess’ mindset had entirely changed. No longer feeling sleepy, her mind was now on the texts she’d been exchanging with Eric earlier that afternoon. Sexting was a tradition of theirs whenever Jess had to be out of town on business. She had let him know she’d arrived safely by sending a picture of the skyline view from her room…artfully obstructed by her bare breast. The resulting conversation was so much fun, she’d nearly been late for the cocktail reception. She had arrived smiling, with her normally pale cheeks rather flushed. Jess decided it was time to heat things up with him again. Wearing only a towel, she strode over to her suitcase and pulled out a drawstring bag containing a few of her favorite sex toys. She placed the bag on her nightstand, then grabbed her phone and set it beside the bag. Tossing aside her towel, Jess turned back the covers on the bed and lay down naked on the cool, smooth sheets. Jess paused for a moment, thinking of Eric, his deep, sexy voice and skilled hands, his kisses warm on her neck. It wasn’t long before her hands began to roam over her body, cupping a breast the way Eric would if he were there, remembering the feel of his lips and tongue on her nipples. Eventually, her fingers began to stray between her legs. Jess softly massaged her clit, felt her pussy growing wet at the thought of her lover’s touch. After a few more moments, she reached into the bag on her nightstand and pulled out a slender, curving dildo. Continuing to rub her clit, she slipped it slowly into her pussy. With each long, slow thrust, Jess felt a new and much more enjoyable tension building within her. But she didn’t want to keep that pleasure all to herself. Taking her phone from the nightstand, she snapped a picture of the dildo penetrating her. “Wish you were here…” she added playfully, and sent the pic off to Eric. The response was almost immediate. “So do I! Can I see more? Please?” Jess gleefully obliged by sending a short video of the dildo sliding slowly in and out of her dripping pussy as she moaned softly with pleasure. “Oh, that’s good!” he replied. Then he asked, “Do you have any other toys in your little bag of tricks?” Jess couldn’t help grinning when she read the question. Jess had always loved to play with big, thick toys and she had been thrilled to learn that Eric loved to watch. Of course, she had packed her toy bag accordingly. She reached over and pulled out a much larger dildo, nearly 2 inches in diameter. She snapped a picture of it in her hand. “You mean something like this?” she inquired. “YES!” came the reply. “I want to see you fuck that big cock.” She slathered the huge toy with lube, then eased it inside her, savoring the full feeling it gave her. The firm pressure against her G-spot felt divine with each thrust. Jess filmed this for Eric, slowly moving the thick, silicone cock in and out of her pussy, letting him see and hear how much she enjoyed it. “Want to see me take it all?” she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. “Mmm…I want to see it buried deep in your pussy!” Eric answered. Jess took particular care with this video, making sure Eric could see all nine inches of the dildo disappear slowly inside her, before grinding against the base. Eric’s response came in the form of a picture of his cock, standing hard at attention with his hand wrapped around it. At the sight that delicious image, Jess reflexively began thrusting faster. “Think I’m going to come soon!” she somehow managed to text. She loved having his encouragement to help take her over the edge. What came next surprised her. “Not yet.” Jess paused mid-thrust, suddenly remembering something they had talked about earlier. She had finally admitted her submissive tendencies, that she wanted him to take control, tease her mercilessly. Her job required her to be strong, to always take charge of her situation…she wanted to know what it was like to surrender to someone else completely. Apparently, he’d taken her request to heart. Jess was pleasantly surprised to find him so receptive. She hadn’t expected to fulfill this fantasy so soon. Another message appeared: “I want you to hold off until you ache for it.” Despite her craving for release, Jess obeyed. The new thrill of surrendering outweighed her physical desires. “I’ll do anything you ask me to” Jess replied, meaning it with every fiber of her being. She waited then, on edge, yearning for his next message. “Good. I want you to test your control, push yourself to the limit, but don’t you dare come until I say so.” Jess very nearly disobeyed him just from the impact of those words. She hadn’t moved the dildo inside her by a millimeter, hadn’t so much as brushed a finger across her clit, but still she teetered on the brink of orgasm. She forced herself to focus on doing as Eric told her, slowing her breathing, willing her body back from the edge. “I’ll be good,” she answered. “And I think I know just what to do next.” “Show me,” he said. Jess began to ride the dildo, but only allowed herself the slightest of movements. She only took the first inch or two inside her, no matter how badly she wanted more. In this video, her moans were different, desperate, longing. Her pleasure was entirely in Eric’s hands. “Are you aching yet?” he responded. “Yes…my legs are shaking…I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Jess pleaded. “Excellent.” Jess’s heart leaped, anticipating release. Then she saw his next words: “I’ll let you know when you can come.” Jess let out a groan of mingled frustration and excitement. She cursed his name, then thanked her lucky stars that she had finally found someone to fulfill this need for surrender. “I think that big toy filling you up might be too much for you to resist. Set it down for a while. Now I want you to stroke your clit as gently and lightly as you can with just the tip of your finger.” Jess instantly complied, sending video as proof of her good behavior. “Please…I’ll do anything if you let me come for you!” she begged. “You’ll have to show me how badly you need it,” he answered. Jess continued to play for Eric, until her moans became whimpers and the only words she could form were pleas for release. He kept urging her on, pushing her farther, letting her get within seconds of orgasm - only to demand that she stop. She lost all sense of time, her mind was so wrapped up in the need to please him. It would have been simple to ignore his commands, to give in to temptation. He was hundreds of miles away and would never have known. Yet she couldn’t do it…didn’t want to do it. She’d dreamed of this sweet agony for so long, she needed to see it all the way through to the end. After what seemed like hours, she begged him yet again. “I’m dripping wet now, aching, please can I come now?” “Let me see how wet your pussy is.” Jess snapped a picture of her pussy with her legs spread wide, her juices forming a puddle on the formerly pristine sheets. This time, she didn’t add a single word, letting that image speak for her. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw his next message. “You’ve been a very good girl, Jess. Now I want to see you fuck that dildo hard and finish for me.” Jess was so excited she could barely use her camera. Only her intense need to please Eric kept her from giving up and hurling it across the room. As soon as she got it to start recording, Jess began thrusting hard and fast. The need to obey Eric and her overwhelming need for release combined, building into a relentless wave of pleasure. Jess finally gave in to it entirely, coming hard and long. Her back arched as she came, soaking the sheets and shivering in ecstasy. Jess lay on the bed, catching her breath in the aftermath of that dizzying orgasm. She had fantasized for so long about what this kind of surrender might feel like, but even her wildest imaginings didn’t come close. She quickly sent off the video to Eric, still eager to please, hoping he would relish the results of his sweet torture. She was beginning to sense that confessing her submissive streak had brought out his own hidden dominant side. “Very, very nice,” he replied. “I take it you liked this little game?” “I may have cursed at you a few times, and I called you a number of colorful names.” Jess admitted. “But that last video says it all.” “A picture is worth a thousand words,” Eric agreed. The next message to appear on her screen was an image of Eric’s cock, covered with evidence of his satisfaction. Jess grinned at the sight. “This was incredible,” said Jess. “Thank you for letting me finally experience that fantasy.” “Oh, we’re far from done…“ Eric answered. “Just wait until you get home.” Jess fell asleep that night with a smile on her face, dreaming of things to come.

Prom night with Miss Boyd

 Prom night with Miss Boyd

  May 06, 2014 | 10437


closed in on her woman parts. I could smell her. I had never smelt a woman before and the scent drove me wild. I started to kiss and lick at her entry point, fast and furiously. “Slowly at first Trent. Like a lovely flower that needs to open in the morning light. Slowly.” It was prom night. I was all excited because after tonight school would be over and I would never have to go back and see the bloody jock that always made my life a nightmare I had built up the courage to ask Silvia Jackson, a physics major, to accompany me and after some hesitation she had finally agreed. My new suit looked sharp. The car arrived. I headed off to Silvia’s place to pick her up. I got out of the limo and walked up her garden path. Small, solar charged lamps shone brightly guiding my way to the door. As I stepped up to the porch, fear and nerves twisted my insides. The door opened and Silvia’s father stood there. “Hello you must be Trent.” he said as he walked out onto the porch and closed the door behind him. “Yes Sir.” I replied, “Nice to meet you.” I held out my hand to shake his. He gripped my hand hard, squeezing all my fingers together. “Trent let me be frank with you.” he said his grip so tight I couldn’t get free. “Silvia is a good girl and I hope your intentions are nothing but honorable. Do you understand me?” “Yes Sir. Perfectly.” I said nodding, still trying to free my hand from his massive mitt that was squashing every nerve and fiber in my hand. “As long as we are on the same page then.” he said letting go of my hand after one more tight squeeze - as if his grasp hadn’t already been enough to make me understand and get my attention. He opened the door. “Silvia, come sweetheart. Trent’s here to pick you up with the car.” Silvia’s mum and younger brother walked in to the foyer area where doors to the left took you to the lounge and the stairs were directly in front. “Silvia dear, it’s time!” Mrs Jackson called again. Silvia appeared. She looked so different from the way she did at school, the light glowed behind her as she walked down the stairs. Her dress was a light pink color with high heels and matching purse. Her hair was set free from the usual ponytail and flowed and bounced over her shoulders as she walked. Little ringlets adorned her face. “Wow!” I let out, “You look beautiful.” Her father walked out with a corsage and put it on her wrist. “Be home before 12 you pair. Have a great evening.” “Photos first, photos first.” said Mrs Jackson holding her camera. I stepped in close to Silvia - she smelled as good as she looked. “Smile!” The flash blurred my eyes. Then we were off. When we arrived everyone was there and other cars were dropping off fellow students all togged up for the evening. Teachers were ushering as many people as they could into the hall and having trouble as everyone was talking pictures of groups and selfies to record the last night of their school lives. The hall was amazing. Starlight and dreams was the theme and it looked as if we were in another world and not the gym. A DJ was pumping the music out. Some people we already on the dance floor, most were just mingling and some were at the buffet table eating their fill. “Silvia, Silvia!” I heard a girl call. It was Deborah one of Silvia’s friends. They hugged and exchanged pleasantries - I got the first hint that I might be an accessory for the evening. “He’s here.” said Deborah. “Look! Look over there.” she said gushing out all over the place. “Where?” Silvia asked. “Where? Don’t lie.” she said making no attempt to hide the excitement running through her voice. “Over there next to Matt and James near the punch bowl.” Her voice was getting higher with each word. “Shit he is!” replied Silvia. “Oh Trent I just need to go and say Hi to someone. Is that ok?” she said not caring about my reply as she started walking. My night went from a total high to a total bust. I sat on the chairs hoping that she might return but all I saw was Chad Stevens kissing her and groping that ‘good girl’ all over. As the DJ called for everyone to take the floor for the last song I looked around and saw some girls sitting looking and waiting. I tossed my pity in and asked them, any of them, to dance. I was only met by laughter and “No thank you Trent.” I walked out the front and sat on the wall. My prom, the night of nights was disaster and I couldn’t wait to get out of here. I heard the song finish and everyone started to head out. Cars started to arrive as everyone took photos of the disheveled bunch they had become. I looked for my car to take me home. Silvia and Chad came out. He was still all over her. Miss Boyde walked up to me. “It seems that the night didn’t work out the way you planned Trent.” her words were soft and somewhat comforting, “No Miss it didn’t. I just want to get out of here.” I said. I saw my car pull up. Chad and Silvia ran up to it. I walked over. “Trent you don’t mind Chad getting in with us do you? He needs a lift home as well.” she said as his hand ran over her ass. “I… well you see…” words escaped me. “Thanks Trent you are such a sweetie.” she said as they both jumped into the back seat. I slammed the door behind them. I couldn’t face sitting in the back seat a loser. I closed the door, walked away to the edge of the grass area and sat down. The dew of the night had set in and now my pants were soaked as well. Miss Boyde walked up to me and said “That was nice of you Trent. Let me take you home. My car is over here.” Resigned to my fate I stood up and walked to her car and got in. “Ok so where do you live?” she asked. I told her the address as I put my seatbelt on. “So was your night all that bad?” she asked. “Yes Miss. Totally. I saved up for this suit and car and I spent 5 minutes with Silvia until she took off and hooked up with Chad for the evening.” I said, disappointment filling my voice. “Oh that’s so harsh.” she said. “Can I tell you something?” “Sure Miss.” my response was lack luster. “My prom was a nightmare as well. Johnny Silverman was supposed to be my date, but the morning of the prom he called me to say that he was taking Katie Hoffman. The morning of the bloody prom.” I could still hear the anger in her voice. “His loss Miss. He missed out on someone nice.” “Nice wasn’t want Johnny wanted. And if he played his cards right he would have got what he wanted.” she said I swallowed. A teacher talking about sex. I was shocked. “Well he missed out big time then. Silly fool.” I said. “He did so. And I think Silvia has missed out as well.” said Miss Boyde. There was a pause then she continued… “So do you want to go straight home? Or let me take you somewhere to see if we can find that cute smile of yours?” ‘My cute smile?’ I thought. I didn’t even know she knew me or my smile. “Sure Miss that would be nice.” I replied without hesitation. We drove for another 10 minutes and ended up across town at a set of apartments. There were 4 in the block. She parked on the side of the street. “Well are you coming up?” she asked. “Errrrr where are we?” I asked confused. “My place. Come on lets go.” she said getting out of the car. I climbed out and followed her. She opened the door and ran up the stairs with me following like a shadow behind her. “This is it my place. It’s not much but hey I’m a teacher I don’t get paid much.” We walked inside. Her walls were covered in art. Mostly it was painted by her but there were others as well. “So Trent do you want a drink?” she asked. She’d opened up two beers before I had time to answer. “Sure.” I said acting like a man of the world. She passed me a bottle “Let’s toast. To finding your smile.” she said. I took a swig. Then another. “So Trent. What did you hope would happen tonight?” she asked chugging back another mouthful of beer. “I hoped to dance and sing and well maybe get to second base. You know it’s prom and things happen.” My words were out before I knew it. “Well that sounds like a lovely night.” she said as she walked over and put on some music. She put her empty bottle on the counter. “Let’s dance.” she said. I skulled the rest of my beer which was already making me feel woozy as I had never drank alcohol before. Then I reached out and grabbed the hand she held out to me. We danced in her lounge room to a few fast songs, swinging our hips and jumping about. “What about this?” she asked as she put on a slow song. My nerves filled my body once again. “Miss… I…” “Yes Trent. Come here.” She leaned in to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my hands around her waist. I could feel her face nuzzle into my neck and ear sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “Trent.” she whispered in my ear. “How about we skip second and go for home?” Her words seemed to release an inner fire in her. She started to kiss my face and lips. I just went with it. “Miss.” I stammered “I well… I’m a virgin.” Fear escaped with each word. “That’s lovely Trent. Lovely. Just believe in your body, follow it, and it will be all good.” Her lips found mine once again and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Her hands had moved from my hips and were roaming around my ass. “So Trent, do you do you want to go home?” she asked. “No Miss. I want to stay.” She stopped and smiled. “Well then I think we have some teaching to do don’t you?” With this she dropped to her knees, undid my belt and trousers. My hard cock sprung out. My pants were around my ankles and my hands were on my head as she took my cock in her mouth for the first time. “Oooooo…. that feels sooo good… Miss.” I said with a stammer. She looked up at me as she continued to suck. It made it even more sexy to see my teacher’s eyes as her lips and mouth wrapped around my cock. She licked at it then bent her head under and sucked and licked my balls, pulling my shaft as she did. “So Trent have we found that smile yet?” she asked with a purr. I nodded. My legs grew weak as the pleasure over took my body. She noticed and stood up. “Undress me Trent. Take my clothes off.” I fumbled at the buttons of her shirt and slid it off her shoulders. I moved around the back and undid her skirt. It wasn’t cool at all - I was all thumbs. But when it fell to the floor I gasped. Her ass glowed in the light. No panties. I reached up and undid her bra off first go - more by good luck than anything. I came back around the front to see her huge breasts hanging in the light. “Well Trent. Do you like what you see?” she asked. “I do Miss. I really do.” I yelped like a starving puppy. “Well to the bedroom then I think. I am so fucking wet for you.” she said. “My hard cock pointed the way as I turned to follow.” She lay on the bed. I stood there not knowing what to do waiting for a instruction. “Well aren’t you going to take the rest of your clothes off?” she asked. Within seconds I was naked. “Now Trent come and taste me. You should always taste your food before your devour it.” I crawled up between her legs. Once again nerves ran through me as I had no idea what I was going to do. “Follow your body Trent.” she said as if she could hear the voices in my head. I closed in on her woman parts. I could smell her. I had never smelt a woman before and the scent drove me wild. I started to kiss and lick at her entry point, fast and furiously. She grabbed my head. “Slowly at first Trent. Like a lovely flower that needs to open in the morning light. Slowly.” Her hands held my head in place where she needed and wanted me. I licked slowly and purposefully. She started to move her hips and grind into my face just lightly but enough for me to start to follow her movements. Together we gradually increased our pace and strength. “Oh Trent that’s a good. My…ohhh yes Trent keep it just like that, just like that. I will give you an…… aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh….” Her body moved in an uncontrolled motion her hands jamming my head so I could only lick one spot as she continued to buck into my face. I licked until it seemed she had finished. “Ohh Trent that was sooooo nice. B-plus I think for that.” she said. Her voice had changed, it was deep and full of want. “On your back Trent.” she demanded. I rolled on my back my cock standing strong. “I love young boys Trent. I really do. They are always ready.” she rolled over and sucked my cock a few times then jumped on top of me. Her pussy slid over my dick as a sock would a foot. She sat there for a while. It was warm soft and incredible. I had never felt something so amazing before. I started to move under her. I wanted more. I wanted to see what would happen. “Trent tell me when you are about to cum. I want to know.” she said looking into my eyes. “Yes Miss. I will.” I had cum before on tissues and in my dreams but never with a person. She slowly started to grind her body on mine. “Oh that’s good so fucking hard inside me.” she moaned. “So fucking hard.” I couldn’t really move although I needed to. My body was telling me to move, fuck and pump. She rode me with pleasure in every move. She moved my hair from my face and I felt her pussy muscles tighten and saw the strain on her face release as her juice dripped down over my balls. The longer we went the harder she pounded her hole on my dick. Hard, fast and incredible. Then she sat up. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my teacher’s body and breasts bounce as she rode me like a cowgirl queen. She seemed to know I was getting close and slowed to let me recover a little. “Miss you are incredible. I think this is the best lesson I have ever been taught. I promise I will remember.” “Trent I am sure you will remember me forever. Everyone remembers prom night.” She climbed off me and crawled to the edge of the bed face down. “Trent come behind me and slide yourself back into my hot juicy pussy. This is called doggie.” she said watching me as I jumped up and walked behind her. “Grab my hips Trent after you slide into me. Now don’t be nice. I want a good fucking. Stop if you need to. But I want you to hold me, pull me and fuck me good ok?” she said as she lay on the bed with her face to one side. I did as she said. I took hold of my cock, slid it back inside her and started to thrust in and out. ‘She’s right listen to your body.’ I thought. I realized that knew how to fuck without ever having been shown. I stared to hold her hips as required and my back arched as my hips flexed and my dick thrust deep inside her. “That’s it Trent!” she yelled “Fuck me, fuck your teacher! Fuck me.” Her pussy muscles danced all over my cock as her body wiggled all over the bed. “I’m cumming.” she screamed. “Fuck me, fuck me, shove that beautiful cock inside my juicy hole.” She screamed with all her might and her pussy squeezed milking the cum out of my cock - it wasn’t long before I started to cum. “Miss. Miss I can’t stop Miss I going to…” she bucked back as she knew I was about to cum and pushed me off her and jumped on the bed. “On my tits Trent. Cum on my tits.” she demanded. Her hand worked her pussy rubbing her clit and sliding her fingers inside herself. “Cum Trent, cum. I want that hot juice all over my girls.” she said again. “Yes Miss yesssssssssss…..” I felt an intense pleasure rip through my body like an out of control steam train. I pulled harder and faster on my cock then ever before almost fucking my hand in mid air. As the cum entered my shaft I jumped closer and directed my cock directly above and at Miss Boyd’s beautiful breasts. Load after sprayed out the end of my cook. With no way possible for me to control where they landed jet after jet smashed into her chest, breasts, face and bed. Miss Boyde screamed out “Yes Trent yessssss….” she had three fingers buried in her hole as she came and shook on the bed under my hot shower. I continued to pull hard until I was spent. I opened my eyes and Miss was rubbing my cum all over her breasts. She was covered – it was all over her face, breasts and belly. I had made her the perfect artwork and she was just lying in it reveling in the pleasure. “Oh Miss that was incredible you are the best teacher ever.” I said as a smile beamed across my face. She smiled, “See Trent I knew we could find that smile of yours.

The Rough And Gentle Night Rioting Parade

The Rough And Gentle Night RiotingParade January 29, 2016 | 60241

A lonely man and a bartender decide that tonight is their night, after days of flirting. Jay, a drifter with a large domination/sadism kink, decides to treat Anne with respect. Anne spends her night with Jay, losing her virginity to the mysterious man. Jay had always been interested in the woman. Despite her job, working as a bartender at Husk’s Head Bar, she seemed to be interesting enough. He often visited the bar, due to a alcoholic addiction, and she would serve him every time. The visits became more and more frequent. He found his eyes tracing her curves, or the way the plaid shirt folded around her breasts. It wasn't like Jay to be so attracted to a woman, for he had always been somewhat afraid of himself during sex. He was sadistic, abusive, and dominate. He treated his partners like scum. But this woman, Anne Blooming, she seemed so kind. Almost like a flower, that Jay could never damage. It was a late tuesday, and Jay sat alone at the counter. He was slouched over, his head fuzzy and pounding as he downed another shot. The man wasn't drunk- no, not yet. But he was determined to be. Anne passed him, waving her hips in such a fashion that she seemed to be flaunting her ass. Jay couldn't help but notice. He felt a shiver down his spine, imagining what he could do to that ass. Amidst his day dreaming, Anne was watching him. She saw this strange, haggard young man daily, always looking so lost. All she wanted was to show him a good time, but she was a shy woman, and had never done such a thing. Jay decided to take it upon himself to speak to her. If he wanted to, he could be quite a convincing young man. With the will of a his quiet, almost seductive voice, he could succumb woman to give into his wishes. “Ma’am” Jay summoned, waving her over. Anne had a large platter of drinks in her hand. She set it down for the men sitting in a booth, and trotted over to Jay. “I hope I’m not out of line asking this- but are you free tonight?” Jay surprised himself, being so forward. Anne held a flutter of excited anticipation in her chest. She didn't want to seem too excited, but she had been waiting for this man to ask her out for the past week or so. “Oh, yes, I am. I’ll be off in a half hour, is that okay? I’m Anne by the way” Anne laughed nervously, extending her arm. James smiled, but his eyes remained somewhat troubled. He obliged, shaking her small hand with his cold one “My pleasure. I am Jay.” “Hello Jay. I-I have to get back to work- uhm, meet me in the back?” Jay nodded, smiling “Sounds good.” It was rather a quick and awkward exchange, but both of their intentions were clear. Jay wanted to fuck a beautiful woman, and Anne wanted to make love to a mysterious man. Forty five minutes later, James leaned up against a wall, smoking. It was cold outside, and all he had was a brown leather jacket. He was a tall, thin man who had been traveling on foot for about a month. Often he would prey upon whores or desperate and bored woman, and practically kill them after filling his desires. He was a lost man, who was more focused on hurting others than healing himself. His hair was black and somewhat unruly, and he had cold grey eyes that held so much pain people couldn't look him in the eye. He blew a plume of smoke into the air and sighed heavily, wondering where Anne was. As if summoned by his thought, she came rushing out of the back door, wearing a thick wool sweater. “I’m so sorry! John made me wash the-” “It’s alright. My place or yours?” “Oh, um, yours I guess” Anne smiled, nervously running a hand through her long curly black hair. Jay drove in his beat up truck he had rented a few days ago. He had mostly been traveling on foot, so a car was a blessing. It smelled like horrid air fresheners, but Anne didn't mind. Jay’s home was very empty, she thought to herself. He had recently moved in, but didn't have much furniture nor boxes in it at all. Anne’s intentions became clear to Jay when she took of her top, and tossed it on his bed. They had just arrived, and Anne, being a nervous mess, didn't know to proceed. So, she just threw off her plaid shirt, exposing her large breasts and lacey bra. Jay stood in the bedroom entrance, surprised. He was captivated by her swelling breasts, barely contained by her bra. Without speaking, he approached her, and looked deep into her hazel eyes. Silently, he bent down and let his cold fingers stroke her face. Their lips met, and James gently bit in the kiss. Anne felt rush of blood go down to her labia, and she resisted the urge to fling herself upon the tall man. Jay grabbed the back of her head, pushing her closer to him. He was rough and demanding in the action, and Anne wondered if she was in over her head. With nimble fingers, he undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. He nipples brushed up against his shirt, hardening in the cold room. While his lips remained against hers, his fingers fondled the breasts, a hard on rising slowly in his pants. Her skin was soft and warm, almost like a child’s. James found himself running his teeth along her neck, in a animalistic manner. He pushed the woman down onto the bed, crouched over her, rubbing his crotch upon hers. This turned Anne on immensely, and she resisted the urge to stroke him out of apprehension and anxiety. Jay thrusted upon her, taking her nipple in his mouth. He twilred his tongue around her tit, making her moan. As he did so, he undid her pants, and she wriggled them down to her ankles. The woman’s pink panties were damp, and she squeaked as James gently stroked the soft bulge of her labia. As he did so, he smiled slightly to himself, watching her moan and twist at the mere command of his fingers. Anne was surprised when their steady pace took a rapid turn. Jay was suddenly biting at her neck, his fingers slipping past her paintes, and borrowing deep within her folds. His hardon was raging, pressing tightly against his jeans. He thrusted slightly as he fingered her, rapidly moving his finger deep inside her. Her neck ached as he bit, the metallic taste of blood faintly stroking his tongue. Right before Anne was about it climax, Jay withdrew. Anne looked at him with confusion, but that confusion melted away when he undid his zipper. His member was rather large, but not overwhelming. It was throbbing, already dripping with precum. He panted, grinning slightly like a madman. “Suck it” He said with a growl. Anne had never done such a thing, but she had certainly day dreamed about it. She gave him a small nod, and pressed her lips against the head. It was warmer than she was expecting, and tasted slightly salty. Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, and James smiled. She was a beginner, no more experienced than a teenager. He decided to show her how to really suck. “I’m going to thrust, is that alright?” Jay never usually asked for permission, but he decided to be a gentleman in this fling. “Mhhm” Anne nodded. He began to rotate his hips back and forth, thrusting into her mouth. He slowly crescendoed, till be was gripping her head, and pushing himself to the back of her throat. She gagged, but that only excited Jay more. Anne had tears in her eyes, as she looked up at Jay, but it wasn't out of fear, it was out of pleasure. Part of her enjoyed being used like this. She wanted to make the man feel good. Before Jay got too carried away, he quickly retreated and ordered her the bend over the bed. Anne obliged, sticking out her round ass for Jay’s appreciation. He slapped her a few times, watching the red mark of his had briefly show before fading. He rubbed her pussy a little, stirring the juices around to act as a lube, for he lacked one at the moment. Entering her vagina made him moan roughly. She whimpered, so Jay took it slow. He carefully moved in and out of her, her pussy flexing to his will. “Oh Jay” She whispered, her voice thick with lust. His thrusting became more and more intense as he reached a climax. It felt so good that it hurt, but it was pleasant pain. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, holding on her her body as he violated it. “Oh my! I-I’m going to!” He voice was cut off by a large moan as she reached her breaking point. Simultaneously, so did Jay, hot cum spewing into her pussy. Her groaned, his member twitching as it released semen into her body. After the orgasms, James slid his slightly limp cock from her, dripping with fluid. Sweat beaded across both of their foreheads as they panted, both amazed by the night. “Thank you, Jay” Anne whispered as she laid, wrapped up in his arms. Jay kissed the top of her head with a smile.