Hell Hath No Fury - Chapter 1

His frame completely blocked the hot water from her.  The only droplets of water that had touched her since she switched places with him after quickly washing her hair were the ones that bounced off his broad shoulders as he stood under the water and washed his own. 

She squeezed a dollop of liquid soap on her shower puff and extended it around him to wet it under the running shower. He was beautiful.  His head was back as he rinsed his long hair behind him, his hands on his head massaging away the last remnants of lather from the shampoo. With his arms back, his chest opened wide showing off how incredibly well built he was.  The tattoos that adorned most of his upper torso, covering his chest and arms read as their own storyboard of pain and torture. The art itself almost seemed to come to life above his rippling muscles as he moved.  Carrie had no idea of their meaning.  Her love of horror was something that she visited on occasion, she didn't live there....she didn't research or explore the origins of the demons that were prominent in the books she read, so she didn't have names for the homogenous beasts displayed in explicit detail, their penises huge and hard, blood dripping from their razor sharp fangs and claws onto the naked flesh of the buxom beauties sprawled under them nor for the symbols that all of which were carved beautifully on his skin.

Carolynn Fox, more commonly just Carrie, wasn’t one to scare easily....well, probably because she didn’t believe in any of it....She believed in the Devil about as much as she believe in God which was not at all.  She wasn’t a follower of any traditional faith.  Her belief system was directly related to her experiences.  Carrie did believe in a higher power, though….her own theory of a God and Devil wrapped into one.  Though she believed this higher power was one of mankind’s creation and not as most believed the other way around.  This higher power is a source of spiritual energy, positive and negative, collected from every living soul on earth....a collective soul, so to speak.  We feed this collective soul with our spirit everyday....it swallows the energy we give it, combines it with the energy it's collected from all those around us and spits it back at us, more powerful and righteous in its praise or its vengeance, depending of course on what we've fed it.  

Carrie also believed that energy was fed by many black souls.  The kind of souls that found righteousness in murder, torture, rape and destruction.  The ones that beat their children and wives because that was the only way they know to exert the control they felt they must possess at every given moment.  No, Carrie didn’t believe the monsters we faced were hell spawn demons....she believed them to be human... perhaps lost in their own despair (who knows what kind of hell their life had been) or in their own madness (having surpassed their own breaking point).  Movies and books didn’t scare Carrie....real life did. 

Every once in a while, though, Carrie would come across an author or film maker that would pull her in so deep that while she was a victim of their disturbed imaginations, caught in the painful and terrifying images they projected upon her mind, she would wonder if it might be possible that sometimes there is a low evil voice that whispers in the ears of those black souls, issuing instructions. 

C William Giles was one of those authors.  The erotic horror he wrote was deliciously scary and sexy as hell.   Carrie had been acquainted with Craig (the C in C William Giles) for a couple of years but this was the first time they had physically met.  They became fast friends online after she had read his first book and reached out to him.  His books were dark and spoke of the evil forces that lay in wait for the weakness of man to show itself.  Waiting for him to  desperately offer his skills to promote evil in exchange for rewards that would eventually hold him hostage.  Oh yeah, and the sex scenes were kinky and graphic....fucking hot as hell!  She loved it and had to tell him so.  She had also sent him a link to her own writing.  Very graphic erotic short stories.  He apparently appreciated her skills as well.

He was exactly the type at Carrie always went for.  He was a big man and he had a heavy metal style that was so fucking rock and roll.  From his long hair to the goatee expertly shaped on his face.  From the silver rings on his fingers to the tattoos running up his arms.  He dressed completely in black in every picture she’d seen of him.  Yes...he was definitely her type but she was surprised he paid much attention to her at all.  No, Carrie didn’t have any self-conscious issues.  Even at her age, now in her late forties, she still turned heads when she entered into a room.  Her slim figure rests upon a very petite frame so she’d often wear anything from 3" to 5" inch heels to add to her stature.  She was especially fond of stilettos.   Long blonde hair and delicate features had made many people (men and women alike) comment on her resemblance to the very beautiful actress, Kim Basinger.   She couldn’t see it herself, but it had been said enough times that she figured there must be something to it...and she had to admit, it was a very lovely compliment.   She was also intelligent and a talented writer in her own right.

So, no, it wasn't that she felt unattractive or unworthy.  She just understood that she wasn't the type he normally went for.  He made no secret of how turned on he was by brunettes and natural red heads.  He openly admitted it...hell, they were friends that lived an ocean apart.  There seemed to be no danger in being honest with each other....and his taste was also evident in his books.  The brunette and redheaded characters were always sexy and smart, the blondes though attractive were often bubbleheads. 

Not that he had ever made Carrie feel that he thought of her as a bubblehead.  He seemed to genuinely respect her as a music lover and fellow writer.  Regardless of all that though, it didn’t escape Carrie’s attention that his type was metal and leather, tall and exotic....not the blonde blue jean baby that she was.  So, yeah,  despite their friendship (a limited friendship at best), it did surprised her that amid the throng of goth girls at the book signing with their raven black or brilliant red hair, their noses, lips and eyebrows pierced and tattoos visible on their arms and necks, that he had cornered her and invited her to dinner.  The young women at the book signing maybe didn't exactly resemble the beauties described in his books but she figured they probably came way closer than her just through their own personal style. 

The book signing tour was to promote his third book which was hugely popular at his home in the UK as well as in America.   It was hitting the top ten of the most popular recommended reading lists for horror all over the world.  When Carrie learned that his book signing tour would bring him through the city, she was determined she would not miss the opportunity to meet him in person.  They had often talked online….well, texted and emailed, they had never actually spoken.  Despite the physical distance between them, they had discovered a shared passion for horror, metal music and sex.  Especially sex…..their conversations were often full of graphic descriptions of exactly what they wanted to do with one another's naked bodies.  

They shared three bottles of wine as they talked over dinner.  He was living her dream.  He was finally able to give up his day job and live his life as a writer.  The sudden success of his third book had launched sales on his previous two and now he had financial freedom to quit his job and devote all his time and energy to his craft.  Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was all the sex filled fantasies they’d shared, or perhaps it was just sitting across from someone who was successful, sexy and intelligent, that Carrie found her temperature going up and her mind distracted from the conversation by more feral, primitive thoughts.

She watched his lips move but had no concept of what he was saying as her arm reached under the table, her fingertips lightly running up the thigh of his jeans.  She could feel the heat and power of his muscles radiating and penetrating through her fingertips.  Her mind hopelessly lost to the thought of riding that power conjured an image of gripping his hips between her knees as he lay under her that was so vivid, she imagined she could actually feel his cock inside her.  She gasped, startled when he grasped and squeezed her hand, his voice breaking through her reverie to ask with a smile in his eyes, "Would you like to get out of here?"

"Er, yes," her answer came out soft and breathless.  Once outside, the fresh night air helped sober her somewhat and she hailed a cab and gave the driver her home address.  She led him into her modest apartment and closed and locked the door behind them.  Before turning on the light, she encircled her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers.   He came willingly, his arms enveloping her waist,  wrapping her in the heat of his body.  His head bent down to kiss her lips gently at first, then with pronounced urgency, his tongue forcing her lips and teeth apart to plunge into her hot and waiting mouth.  She pressed her body into his, her thigh slipping around his hip, her hands moving over his chest and arms.  Her stiletto rested against his calf as she started to gyrate against him.  Her hands moved to his belt, pulling at it and the buttons of his pants, wanting to feel his cock in her hand.  He gripped her arms forcefully and pushed her away.  They both struggled to catch their breath as he held her at arms-length.

"I'd like to have a shower first, luv, if you don't mind," he said breathlessly.  Hmmmm, a shower did sound lovely.  And so far it was lovely even though her skin was now slightly chilled from standing out of the water. His physique was magnificent and she was giddy from the prospect of what was still to come as she looked over his incredible body.  Her eyes lingered on his groin before moving back to the sexually perverse beasts on his chest.  Even they would be jealous of the package he carried between his legs.

She closed her eyes to the graphic, horrific, yet somehow beautiful scenes displayed on his skin and breathed in his scent. She could smell the natural musk of his skin, though now it was sweetened further by the fragrance of the shampoo.

He shifted in front of her and she felt his arm as it came over her shoulder.  She instinctively rose onto the tips of my toes as his hand found her lower back and pulled her tight against his wet steaming skin. She was substantially smaller than him, especially now without her heels... his hand nearly spanned the entire width of her back and even though she was standing on my tiptoes, her stomach pressed into his crotch as he held her against him. 

She felt his cock growing against the firmness of her belly and her pussy responded immediately.  She spread her legs to straddle thigh, grinding her now pulsating pussy into his thigh and stroking his ever growing cock with her hip as he bent his head and covered her lips with his own.

She moaned in his mouth as one of his hands found her chest, his fingers squeezing the soft yet firm flesh of her tit, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple while his other hand moved down over her ass, his middle finger sliding between her cheeks.  His fingertip teased the tender, sensitive flesh surrounding her anus before slipping inside.

His touch was expert and he sent shivers of desire up her spine.  She pressed her pelvis harder into his thigh and rocked her hips against him.  The grinding motion proved to slightly soothe the ache building in her pussy, so she continued to slowly grind her pelvis against him.  Her shower puff, dropped and forgotten on the shower floor, her hands on the back of his neck under his hair, pulled his head down more forcefully on her own.  Her mouth, hungry and wet greedily tasted his lips and his tongue as the hot water of the shower flowed over and between them.

His kisses weren’t sweet.  They were hot and biting and had a certain spice to them that left her lips swollen and burning.  She felt a pull from deep in her belly and somehow knew through the fog of ecstasy and pain she was feeling that she wasn’t in control anymore.  She seemed to be existing on a plane made purely of physical sensations…she was lost to all logical thought of self-preservation and surrendered completely to the sensations that were being played across her skin. 

His taking of her was not gentle and though much of it was very painful it was combined with an ecstasy she had never experienced before.  Her body was his…to do with as he pleased.  So hypnotised she was with her own banal desires and his ability to inspire powerful orgasms from her, she gratefully succumbed to his every whim and with great pleasure offered her flesh and blood to his teeth and nails. 

Hump Day

Wednesday night I went to the gym to work out.  I worked out at home the rest of the week but I enjoyed getting on the equipment the gym had to offer and really build up a sweat at least once a week.  Wednesday nights were quite....not too many patrons, so I usually could get on any machine I wanted without having to wait for someone else to finish.  It also didn't hurt that he worked out Wednesday nights as well.

I couldn't help but notice him.  Not only was he in great shape, but he also had an air of rock and roll about him.  His dark thick hair was often tousled and his arms and legs were covered with stylish ink.  We never spoke, just nodded hello if we happened to pass each other as we moved from one piece of equipment to another.

Tonight especially I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I was working out on the elliptical, my earbuds in and my iPod blasting hard rock tunes.  He was working across the room with weights.  I let my imagination take over as I watched his biceps flexing....I couldn't help but wonder what those arms would feel like around me.  How it would feel to be pressed against his hard chest.  I bit my lip as I looked at his hands.  His fingers were long and thick....i picked up my pace and was breathing harder as I wondered what else he might possess that was long and thick.  My eyes automatically moved to his shorts, trying to get an idea.  They were dark and loose fitting, giving me no clue.

My eyes moved back up his body to his face and he was looking back at me, a smile lighting his face.  Oh shit, he saw that I was checking him out.  My mouth dropped open and I could feel the flush heating my face with embarrassment.  I quickly averted my gaze, got off the machine and practically ran to the locker room.

While I cleaned up and changed my clothes, I cursed myself for acting like such a school girl.  I was checking him out...so what?  Who wouldn't?   For christ sake, I was a grown attractive woman.  Why couldn't I have just smiled back?  He must think I'm a fool.

I grabbed my bag and left the locker room.  He'd be gone by now anyway, he was always gone by the time I left.  I was still mad at myself not paying much attention to anything as I made my way to the door.

"Hey," he said as he held the door open for me.  "Oh, hey!" I replied in surprise.

"I know it's late," he said, "but I was wondering if maybe you might like to have a drink with me?"

I wasn't about to blow it again.  I swallowed, lifted my chin, lifted on eyebrow, looked him in the eye and said, "Sure.  My place?"

"Hell yeah," he said softly in low sexy voice.  "Lead the way."

I lived a block and a half away so we walked together, talking easily about how good working out made us feel.  Normally I was a little nervous walking home at the late hour but tonight with him by my side I felt safe and relaxed.

We entered my building and as the elevator doors opened, he placed his hand on the small of my back sending a shiver up my back and I felt my nipples harden against the lace of my bra.  He backed me against the elevator wall and placed his hand under my chin, his thumb came up to stroke my bottom lip.  His eyes became cloudy with passion when my tongue darted out to lick his thumb. He continued to stroke his wet thumb over my lips making them glisten.

He was just leaning in for a kiss when the elevator doors opened again.  "We're here," I smiled as I led him out and down the hall to my condo.  We stepped into my apartment and I flicked on the lights.  I felt a chill in the air as I led him into my living room and turned on the lamp.  I had the fireplace ready for a fire and I asked him if he would light it while I grabbed us a drink.  "No problem," he said.  "I'm an expert on generating heat."  There wasn't one doubt in my mind.

I called from the kitchen, "What's your preferred poison?"

"Do you have any Tequila?" he asked.

"Yes I do, how do you like it?

"Straight up."

I grabbed the bottle of reposado, a couple of glasses and a bucket of ice.  I was just about to slice into a lime when he called out, "Only instead of lime, do you happen to have an orange?"

"Orange?" I asked, "Really?"

"Yep....trust me, you"ll love it."

Never one to not try something new, I grabbed an orange from the fridge and sliced it into thin wedges.  I placed everything on a tray and as a last thought, stripped down to my bra and panties.  I believed that a woman always felt sexier if she wore sexy lingerie, so I did on a regular basis.  Tonight I was wearing a black lace push up bra with red bows topping the cups where they met the straps, a rhinestone adorned and sparkled on the thin strap that joined the cups.  My panties matched.  Black lace bikini with red bows at the hips and a rhinestone at the waist set in the middle below my belly button.  I turned off the light, grabbed the tray and brought it into the living room.

The fire was started and he was seated, his arms spread across the back of the couch, looking very relaxed and comfortable.  I watched his eyes widen as I bent over in front of him to place the tray on the table, giving him a full view of my cleavage.

I reached for the ice and he stopped me.  "No ice, sweetheart," he said. "Tequila should be served at room temperature."

"Oh, okay.  Let me get rid of this then," I said reaching for the bucket.  He grabbed my wrist.  "Leave it," he said, his voice husky and deep. "Come sit beside me."

I moved around the table and sat on the edge of the couch beside him. I reached for the lamp, turning it off so we just had the fireplace for light.  He grabbed the bottle and covered the bottom of both the glasses with the amber liquid.  He handed me my glass and a slice of orange.  "Go ahead," he said, "try it."

I brought the glass to my lips and tilted my head back to let the smooth liquid slide down my throat.  It was strong but not overpowering.  As I sucked the juice from the orange slice my eyes widened in surprised.

"Wow! That is nice!" I exclaimed. "I think I'd like another!"  He smiled then obliged by pouring me another and handing me another orange slice.  He drank his first as I finished off my second.  I'm not sure whether it was the heat from the fire or the heat from the tequila, but I suddenly felt very flushed.

His finger stroked my arm. "Oh wow, baby, you are hot!" he said.

I giggled, "Yeah, I get that a lot."

He chuckled and said, "I believe you.  Let's see if I can cool you off a little."  He picked an ice cube out of the bucket and starting behind my ear, ran the cube down my neck, past my collar bone and into the soft closed space between my tits.  My skin immediately broke out in goosebumps and I felt my nipples tighten to a point where they were almost painful.  The cube had completely melted against my hot skin and was quickly replaced by his tongue.  I moaned softly as his lips and tongue traveled the same route as the water on my skin.  My hands were on his shoulders and I could feel his hard muscles rippling under the soft cotton fabric of his t-shirt.  Again, my mind wandered, wondering what else he might posses that would be hard.

"Come sit on me baby," he whispered as he pulled me to straddle his lap, facing him.  His hands pulled the straps of my bra down over my shoulders then pulled the cups of my bra down exposing my now swollen, firm tits.

"Oh hell baby, you are hot!" His hands moved over them, squeezing them gently.  Suddenly his mouth was on one of my nipples.  I gasped as he held it with his lips and teased me by flicking his tongue back and forth over it.  As I leaned my pelvis into him, his hands moved to my ass, caressing and squeezing.

I felt the wetness of my juices filling my panties and the ache in my breasts was replaced with a longing ache in my pussy.  I started to grind myself against the fly of his jeans and was rewarded with the knowledge that he did possess something else that was long, thick and hard.  His mouth continued it's sweet torture on my tits, moving from one to the other and my breath started to get hard as I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy harder against his covered hard on.

"Baby, I gotta taste more of you," he said and held on to me with one hand as he pushed himself up off the couch with the other.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he maneuvered around around the coffee table.  He stopped and lowered me to the plush soft carpet in front of the fireplace.  My legs released him and he slid my panties down my firm shapely legs and tossed them out of the way.  He turned his upper body back to the table and reached behind him to grab the bucket of ice.  I used the opportunity to remove my bra completely and tossed it to accompany my discarded panties.

He pulled off his shirt.  He was beautiful.  His broad chest and arms were hard and muscular.  His abs having a very distinct six-pack led down to the waist of his faded jeans resting on his hips.  This time he pulled two ice cubes from the bucket and with one in each hand he circled the ice around and over my nipples before moving down over my ribs to my belly button.  The ice once again melted quickly on my hot skin and as his tongue once more traveled over the route he had mapped, he reached into the bucket for yet another.  My legs were opened with anticipation and I felt the cold ice move over the lips of my pussy and clit.  I shuddered, the ice was numbing me but I could still feel the water running down my cunt to the tight hole of my ass.

I opened my legs wider as his mouth moved down my abdomen, then lower.  My clit instantly was warmed by the heat of his mouth as his tongue lapped up the water that was now mixed with the juices flowing from my pussy.  The combination of the cold ice and his hot mouth felt divine.  His fingers pulled the skin of my pussy up exposing my hard little nub and as he flicked his tongue over it, I started to moan and writhe.  I rested the soles of my feet on his shoulder blades and lifted my ass giving him a much better vantage point to work his magic.  His tongue continued to flick my clit and I felt one of his long thick fingers penetrate me.  The soft wet walls of my cunt clenched around him and I gyrated my hips. fucking his finger as it teased my g-spot.  His tongue continued to tease my clit as my breath labored and my hips moved faster until I could no longer hold back.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, BABY!!!! YES! OH FUCK YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" I screamed as my body clenched and shuddered under the power of my orgasm.  My hands were in his hair, gripping tightly as I pressed my pussy against his face, my juices running into his waiting mouth.  His tongue continued to lick me lightly as the shudders slowly subsided and my breath slowed to its normal rhythm.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, baby," I said softly. "That was incredible! Would you like another drink? ....of tequila this time?" I added quickly, giggling.

"Yes I would," he replied laughing.  He stood up and I crawled on my hands and knees back to the coffee table.  Kneeling in front of it, I poured us both another shot.  I downed mine quickly then turned to hand him his, along with another orange slice.  He stood naked before me.  My mouth dropped open as I saw his long hard cock standing at attention, casting an ominous shadow in the firelight.  I handed him the glass and the orange slice and as soon as my hands were free I placed them on his hard muscular thighs and started running my tongue over his glistening cock and balls.  I teabagged his balls one at a time, feeling them tighten in my mouth.  He finished his drink, discarded the orange peel into the glass and held the glass in one hand and used the other to run his fingers through my hair.

I ran my lips and tongue up his long hard cock, making him wet before I took him into my mouth.  "Look at me, baby," he said, his voice low and tight.  I raised my eyes and looked into his while I sucked the head of his cock, my hand now stroking up and down his length as well.  He looked back down on me, his eyes dark and clouded with passion.  His hand gripped my hair as he pulled my head further down, encouraging me to take more of him into my mouth.  He wasn't about to get an argument out of me.

I moaned against his cock as I bobbed my head up and down him, taking more and more of him into my wet, hot mouth.  My hand moved to his balls, squeezing gently, hoping to make him cum and I almost had him when he pulled out suddenly, gasping for breath.

"Not yet, baby," he breathed.  "I want to fuck you first."

"But I want to taste you," I pouted.

"You will," he promised. "Just let me fuck you first."

He laid me down on my back, where I was before when he had licked me to orgasm. I opened my legs as he hovered over me.  Before entering me, rubbed his cock against my pussy, stimulating me and making sure I would be wet.  Then without warning he thrust himself inside of me, filling me up.  My cunt opening to accommodate him before tightening around him as he slowly moved in and out.  I lifted my ass, matching his rhythm as he pounded against me, his balls slapping against my ass and his pelvis rubbing against my clit.  Our bodies were getting slippery as the heat and exertion of our passion built.

He pulled away from me again. His face was buried in my neck and I knew he was once again fighting for control. "Now?" I asked.

"Not yet, baby," he replied.  "Your turn to get on top."

I moved out from underneath him and he laid down in my place on his back.  I was about to swing a leg over him when he stopped me once more.  "Backward cowgirl, baby.  Let me see your ass."

I swung my other leg over him, straddling him with my back to him.  He kept his knees bent, giving me something to hold on to as I lowered myself on to him, impaling myself once more on his hard throbbing cock.  I started slow, swiveling my hips as I moved up and down on him, my quivering cunt relishing his smooth hard length.  His hands were on my ass, squeezing and pulling my cheeks away from each other.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's nice.....mmmmm, just the way I like it," he moaned behind me.  "When I say now, jump off and let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours, okay?"

"Mmmmmm, yes baby," I answered.  I used his knees for leverage and started bouncing faster on top of him.  His cock felt so fucking good moving in and out of me, his balls now hitting my clit with every bounce.  I started to moan, the pressure was building again and I threw my head back as I started to cum again, my juices running out of me, down his cock to his balls.

"Now baby!!" He cried, trying to hold on.  I bounced back, still in the throes of my own orgasm as I slid onto his chest and I lowered my head over his cock, taking him into my mouth.  I could taste myself on him and I sucked and licked greedily, wanting every last drop.  His strong arms lifted my hips and his mouth was on my swollen, still convulsing pussy.  I came again in his mouth, my thighs squeezing his head, just as he relented and exploded into my mouth.  I drank him back as he held me down to his chest, his arms wrapped around my hips, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby," he said as I felt him soften in my mouth.  I released him and laid my chest against his stomach as we struggled to catch our breath.  I finally had the strength to roll off of him and I laid on my back as I watched him get up and get dressed.  He helped me to my feet when he was dressed, took me into his arms and kissed me deeply and softly on the mouth.  That was when I realized it was the first time he had kissed me on the mouth.  His lips definitely had skills!

"I gotta run, baby, it's late.  But you do run a fine establishment here and the service is great.  I think I'll stop by again after I work-out," he laughed.

As I walked him to the door, I laughed too.  "I love the way you tip," I said.  "I hope you'll be a weekly regular."

"Guaranteed," he said.  He kissed me lightly one more time, then opened the door and was gone.

After closing the door, I checked the fireplace and closed those doors.  I retrieved my underwear from the living room and my clothes from the kitchen.  The bottle and glasses could wait until the morning.  I crawled into bed, sore and exhausted yet smiling.  I was already looking forward to next Wednesday.  I started to laugh....Wednesday was hump day after all!

Speeding

Damn it had been a long night.  I was exhausted.  The fundraiser that I had helped to organize and facilitate was over and we had raised a ton of money for our cause.  We provided therapeutic relief for disabled children and adults - a worthy cause - so of course it had been worth the last year's work to organize.  We had made enough money in one day to operate for another full year!
It was easy for me to throw myself into my work.  I had divorced my husband the year before and had kept myself busy with work.  I was still an attractive woman but I wasn't interested in getting into another relationship.  Working late hours had distracted me from getting lonely and though there had been a few gentleman who had asked me out, I always used my work as an excuse for refusing their advances.
After staying late to tally the funds we had raised and to pack up our equipment and left-over information packets, I was finally making my way home.  It was already 2 am and the road that took me home was isolated.  The moon overhead was in full glow making what was normally a dark highway quite bright.  I could see for miles.  Without the fear of wildlife sneaking onto the highway unseen I put my foot down on the gas, definitely driving beyond the posted speed limit to make it home faster.
I rolled through the 4 way stop that intersected the two main highways.  I could see headlights coming on the other highway, but knew I had plenty of time to make it through the intersection before the other vehicle made it to the intersection.  Once I was through I brought my speed up again.  That was a mistake.  Apparently the other headlights belonged to a police cruiser.
Before I knew it, I saw the red and blue flashing lights behind me.  Fuck! So much for making good time getting home.  I pulled to the side of the deserted highway.  I didn't need the fine, nor the demerit points against my license!  Maybe I could charm my way out of the ticket.
I was wearing a white button down blouse and short black skirt.  It was summer time so my legs were bare atop of my 4 inch spiked heel pumps.  I undid another button on my blouse to show off a little more cleavage than I had dared to show off at the fundraiser and rolled down my window to flash my best smile at the approaching officer.
Hot damn!  He was gorgeous!  Tall with sculpted features that seemed very pronounced in the moonlight.
"License and registration please."  Hell, even his voice was sexy! Deep and smooth.  As I fumbled through my purse to retrieve my identification he asked, "Do you know why I stopped you this evening, miss?"
Miss?? He called me miss?  I was so damn used to being referred to as ma'me that I was starting not to care about getting a ticket.  I liked this guy!
"Uh, I think so," I stammered as I handed over my license, insurance and registration. "I might have been driving a bit too fast."
After looking over my identification with his flashlight, he turned it back onto my face and asked, "Have you been drinking any alcohol tonight?"
"Oh no, sir," I smiled as I twirled a strand of my long blond hair around my finger. Damn right I was flirting and not just to get out of a ticket! I don't know if it was the exhaustion that weakened me, but I was feeling an attraction that I hadn't felt for a long time. "Tonight was a working night for me."
He asked what I did for a living and after I told him about the fundraiser, he asked me to wait while he took my identification back to his cruiser.
He soon returned, but instead of handing me back my license and a speeding ticket he asked me to turn off the ignition and step out of my vehicle.  Thinking he was going to give me a sobriety test - which I knew I would pass because I hadn't touched a drop all night - I opened my car door and stepped out.
"Please step to the front of the car and place your hands on the hood," he ordered.  What the fuck! Was he going to arrest me?
"I just need to be sure you're not carrying any weapons on your person," he explained after seeing my look of shock. "Spread your legs, please."
With my back to him, my hands on the hood of my car and my legs spread, I felt his hands at my waist.  They felt warm and strong.  I forgot about why he was frisking me and lost myself in his touch.
They moved over my hips and as they moved over my legs, it didn't even occur to me that he didn't need to frisk my legs....they were bare and he could plainly see I didn't have a weapon strapped to them.  I had gotten my legs waxed for the fundraiser and as he ran his warm strong hands down their silky smoothness, I reacted by opening my legs a little farther.  His hands moved back up my legs, not patting me down but more of a caress, up past my knee and over my thigh, reaching up under my skirt.
A small moan escaped my mouth as his hand lightly brushed against my lace panties at the crotch.  I could feel the wetness seeping from my pussy at the erotic sensation.  His hands came out from under my skirt and reached around to my abdomen.  He stepped closer to me and I could feel his hard on through his pants pressing against my ass.
My skin was hot and my breath uneven.  He chuckled into my ear from behind.  "It would seem, you're enjoying this."
I pressed my ass against him and replied in a low sultry voice, "It would seem you are as well."
"You are a dangerous woman.... I think I better check to be sure you're not hiding a knife or gun in your panties." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, waiting to see if I would protest.  And though a part of me knew I shouldn't allow it, there was a more powerful part of me that wanted it.  I kept silent as his hand lifted my skirt in the front and slid under the waistband of my black lace panties, palming my clit and inserting his finger into my already wet and quivering pussy.
This time it wasn't a soft moan that escaped my lips but a loud guttural moan of delight.  I arched my back, my head falling back on his shoulder as my hips moved back and forth, grinding my dripping cunt into his hand.
"Oh god baby," I moaned, my breath hard and heavy. "You better play it safe and check my bra too!"  What the hell?  I had never been so brazen in my life!
He didn't need any more encouragement than that.  His other hand slipped under my blouse, pushing my bra up over my tits, and not so gently started squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple.
My exhaustion completely forgotten, my body came alive under his touch.  My tits swelled into his hand, my hips rocking as I fucked the finger of his other hand.
He suddenly spun me around, his hands pulling my blouse and bra off over my head, not bothering with the buttons or hooks.  His mouth and hands exploring my heaving chest.  His hat fell to the ground behind him and I pulled his head down harder on my chest, arching my back to fill his mouth with my breasts, my hands in his thick dark hair.  The lights on his car were still flashing and the hood of my car was still hot from the engine under my ass adding to the eroticism of what was transpiring on this hot summer night.
His mouth moved down my flat stomach and his hands reached down to pull up my skirt and pull at my panties.  I had to shift slightly and pull my legs up to help him with the removal of my panties.  Holy shit, I was dripping wet and could smell the musky scent of myself.  He bent down and I laid back against the hood of my car, supporting myself on my elbows as I wrapped my firm shapely legs around his neck.  His tongue felt cool and soothing on my hot aching pussy and as he lapped at the juices flowing from my cunt, his hands came back up to roll my erect nipples between his fingers.
I reached down between my legs, inserting my own finger in and out of my pussy as his mouth pinched and licked at my hard sensitive nub.
I could feel my orgasm building and I rocked harder against his face and my fingers before I let go.  My hands went over my head and I grasped the windshield wipers of my car, the rest of my body lifting up as I squeezed his head between my thighs and filled his mouth with my hot sweet cum.
I was still cumming when he freed himself from my legs and flipped me over.  My feet were back on the ground and my stomach was pressed against the hood of my car.  I heard his zipper come down and felt his long hard cock drive into my spasming cunt.
His hand was on my back holding me down as he relentlessly thrust his shaft deep inside me.  I pushed my ass back on to him, wanting it harder and faster.  My body shuddered again as another powerful orgasm overcame me, and yet he kept thrusting himself into me.  Right after my orgasm peaked, his other hand reached around me to once again knead at my clit causing me to peak again.  I cried out, the soft walls of my pussy clamping tightly around his now throbbing swollen member.  He finally relented, driving himself deep inside me and letting go of his own deep throated scream. My hips continued to rock against him, milking him of every last drop of his hot jism.
He stayed inside me for a few moments while we both caught our breath, then pulled away from me, zipped his pants and picked up and brushed off his hat.  He placed it on the hood of my car while he helped me up and get re-dressed.
He picked up his hat again and held it in his hands.  "You are a fast and dangerous woman," he smiled. "But this time I'm going to let you go.  Just slow it down, okay?"
I smiled back, "Yes sir."
I got back into my car and drove the rest of the way home at the speed limit.  When I got home I showered and poured myself a drink.  It was then I realized he hadn't returned my license, insurance and registration to me.  And I didn't even know his name!
As if I had summoned fate, I heard a knock at my door.  Who could it be at this hour? Christ, it was 4 am!  Dressed only in my robe, my long blonde hair wet and straight down my back, I opened the door to see him there, only instead of his uniform he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
"I saw your light on," he said. "I was a little distracted and forgot to return these to you."  In his hand was my identification.  I smiled, "Thanks," I said, "until just a moment ago, I had forgotten about them as well."  He looked so damn good and relaxed standing there.  He didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" I asked.
"I would," he replied.
I led him into my house. Feeling sexy and a little mischievous I turned my head and asked, "Did you happen to bring your handcuffs?"
"I did," he smiled and pulled a set of steel handcuffs from his back pocket and twirled them around his finger.  But that's another story.....

Two Heads are Better Than One

The show had rocked.  I loved these smaller venues, packed little bars with live music.  This band was hot!  The music and the band members.  After an evening of dancing and drinking my adrenaline was at an all time high.  It was midnight already and I was not ready to go home.

The band had returned to sign autographs, so I bought one of their CDs from the merch table, ordered a beer and hung back a little, waiting for the crowd around them to thin out a little.  It was a week night, so many of the patrons, once they had their autographs were making their way to door to pile into cabs or their cars and head home.  The bar emptied pretty quickly.

I did a quick touch up on my make up and as I looked in the mirror, I had to admit that I was looking pretty good.  My blond hair was long and straight, and even though I had hit my forties, working out had kept my body lean and hard.  The short tight dress I was wearing accentuated my curves and my four inch heels made my legs look long and shapely.

By the time I approached the band, there were only a couple of die hard fans surrounding them and as they signed my CD, I told them how much I had enjoyed the show.  So much in fact that I really hadn't wanted to end.  I still had a lot of pent up energy.

The lead singer, who was tall, lean and absolutely gorgeous looked me over and with a mischievous grin said, "There are other ways to burn off energy."

I couldn't help but smile back and in a sultry voice replied, "Oh yes, there are.  Can I buy you boys a round of shots?"  Right away, three of the members begged off, mumbling about being exhausted and having to crash.  The lead singer and the drummer though took me up on my offer and I stood between them at the bar as the bartender poured Tequila shots.

I was flirting with both of them, enjoying the attention I was getting.  They were both young and very good looking.  The drummer had dark thick hair and his body was hard and muscular. The lead singer was very rock and roll with dark hair as well, his body tall and lean.

"Do you still have a lot of energy?" The singer asked me as he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body.

"Oh yes," I sighed, my body already responding to his touch.

"Enough for both of us?" He whispered in my ear.  I felt the drummers lips brush the back of my bare shoulder, his hand moving over my ass and finding its way below the hem of my short dress and between my legs.

My cunt reacted instantly, wetting my panties.  I leaned back against the drummer's chest as my teeth gently tugged the singer's earlobe and moaned, "Let's go!"

They had rooms booked at the hotel next to bar and we headed to the singers room.  My head was swimming, my body was hot and already shaking with anticipation.  As soon as the door closed behind us, the singer's mouth was on mine, his hands at my waist.  At the same time, I felt the drummers hands unzipping the back of my dress, then moving over my shoulders, letting my dress fall to my ankles.

I stood between them in my panties, stockings and heels.  I was already braless, my tits hard and swollen, my nipples erect.  The drummer's hands turned me around, his lips finding mine, his hands on my tits, caressing and squeezing, rolling my nipples between his fingers.  The singer wrapped his arm around me from behind, placing his hand on my flat stomach as his other hand reached into my panties from behind, his fingers finding my wet hot cunt, fondling my clit and dipping into my pussy.

I moaned with ecstasy.  Their hands and lips were everywhere. "I don't want you boys to feel left out. Here I am half naked and you still have all you clothes on......"

They let go of me momentarily as they hurriedly undressed.  My eyes took in their beautiful young bodies, both of their very generous packages fully erect.  The singer pulled the pillows from the bed and stacked them on the floor.  Laying down and propping his head on the pillows he said, "Lose those pretty panties, baby.  Leave your stockings and shoes on and come sit on my face."

I got down on my knees, straddling his head.  His head was propped high and my cunt lined up perfectly with his mouth.  He didn't even hesitate - his tongue was immediately on my pussy, circling my clit.  I moaned with pleasure as his teeth and tongue continued to tease my clit.  The drummer stood in front of me, stroking his long hard cock.  My mouth watered and I placed my hands on his hips and ran my tongue along his shaft.  I took him into my wet hot mouth, my lips moving up and down his cock, his hands in my hair, pulling my head further down as he rocked his hips, fucking my mouth.

The singer's mouth had talent that went well beyond singing, causing me to moan around the drummer's cock.  I moved one of my hands to bury it deep in the singer's thick hair.  My other moved to the drummer's steadily tightening balls.  "Oh fuck yeah, baby," the drummer moaned, his voice strained and urgent. "Suck my cock!"  I moaned again and opened my throat to take him deeper.

The singer's tongue was in my cunt, his fingers massaging my clit and as the drummer exploded in my mouth, I felt my own orgasm rocking my body, filling the singers mouth with my sweet hot juices.  I felt dizzy and I held on to the drummers hips, sucking in every drop of his thick creamy cum as the singer slid out from between my legs.  He grabbed the pillows and threw them back on the bed.

Stroking his throbbing cock, he laid down on the bed and said, "My turn."  My legs still shaking, I  crawled up on the bed between his legs, and on all fours went to work on his cock.  My tongue and mouth wrapping around him and sucking with enthusiasm.  I felt the drummer behind me, spreading my knees and lifting my ass in the air.  My cunt was still trembling and dripping.

His fingers entered me first, moving in and out as I rocked my hips back against his hand.  He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass hard before entering me again.  Fuck, it felt good and I lifted my ass higher, hoping he would slap me again.  He didn't disappoint, slapping and finger fucking me over and over again. Then I felt the head of his cock press against me.  He thrust himself into my wet pussy and I felt the soft walls of my cunt wrap around him as he filled me with his thick, hard cock.  With his hands on my hips, holding my ass in the air, he thrust himself into me over and over again.  I was in heaven. one hard cock buried in my pussy and another in my throat.

I sucked harder, bobbing my head faster over the singer's cock as I felt another orgasm building in my body.  My cunt tightened and clenched the throbbing cock buried deep in it and as I threw my head up and back, crying out in ecstasy, the singer's cock shot it's hot cum over my chest.  The drummer continued to pound his cock in and out of me sending my orgasm into multiples, my juices flowing over him until finally he relented releasing his second load deep inside me.

My legs had lost all their strength and I collapsed half on, half off the bed.  The drummer chuckled and leaned over me.  "You are one hot fucking chick.  Thank you for a great time baby"  He started dressing and the singer left the bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving me there panting and weak.  The drummer left the room as the singer came back into it.  I was still bent over the bed, my torso on the bed, my legs hung over the end of the bed.  I tried to make a move to get up, but I felt the singer's hand on the small of my back, holding me in place.

"Stay there, baby," he said then moved his hand down to massage my ass, getting on his knees behind me.  "You have a beautiful ass baby." His hand continued to move over it, brushing against my swollen and sore pussy.  I flinched and sucked in a breath at the sting.  His hands spread my ass cheeks and blowing gently on my pussy, he inserted a finger into my ass.  Holy fuck, that felt good.  He took his finger out and then reinserted it, only this time it was slick and cool, sliding in and out easily, massaging my anal canal.

My breathing got heavy again as the heat in my body started to rise.  "Can you stand on your legs baby?" he asked gently.  I didn't think I could, but surprisingly when I put my weight on them they held.  I was still wearing my stockings and heels and as I stood with my legs spread, I let my chest rest on the bed.  His finger was still moving in and out of my ass and he said, "Oh baby, I want to fuck your ass.  Can I?"

"Oh god, yes please," I begged.

With whatever he had lubed his finger with was now all over his cock and he slid in easily, stretching the walls of my anal canal as he filled me up.  He moved slowly in and out.  My body covered in a light sheen of sweat, the erotic sensations moving all through me as his breath became heavy and labored.  We moaned in unison as our orgasms built to climatic heights.  He moved his hands over my back and as he tensed, ready to let go, he reached under me and pinched my rock hard nipples between his fingers.  I cried out with my own orgasm.  My body shaking, my juices releasing and covering his balls as my ass clenched his spent cock.

He pulled out of me slowly and I collapsed to my knees.  He gently helped me to the bed and removed my stockings and shoes.  "Stay with me tonight," he whispered.  I couldn't argue.  I couldn't move.  As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, my body sore and weak yet completely relaxed, I smiled.  I was already thinking about what might be in store for me in the morning.