"Goddamn," she says, laughing and trying to turn her face away from my cock.
I roll another cigarillo while she puts on one of the white t-shirts I keep in my backseat. She throws her cum-stained t-shirt out the window and into the alley where I'm parked and waits for me to finish putting the taper on the end of the roll so we can smoke it. I give it to her and she admires it for a few moments before finally putting one end between her teeth and lighting the other.
"Damn that's tight,"
Watching her carefully puff at the end of the cigar to avoid another coughing fit, I think the very same thing to myself.
The End.
Vampire In the Alley
It was late and as I walked home from the party I wrapped my coat tight around my shoulders. It wasn't too cold, but the night air was crisp and cool against my face and I didn't want it to penetrate through to my body as I made my way home. I was dressed in a little black halter neck dress, high strappy shoes and a little black lace thong, the coat offering no protection to the kiss of the night air in my most intimate place.
I walked through the silent streets, dreading the moment when I would have to walk down the alley. Everyone knows about the alley. It is dark and dirty...always wet.
A bit like me, I chuckled in my head.
The alley is notorious for the riff raff it attracts. Numerous girls have gone missing in the area apparently from using the alley, but it is the only way connecting the two streets without using the "death trap" road a few metres away. You take your chances either way.
I felt confident and determined as I entered the alley, the moon shedding some light over the ever moist brick walls towering either side, never getting dried out by the sun. They almost seemed to sparkle, and if hadn't been for the looming mist half way down the passageway blocking escape from sight, it would have looked quite pretty.
Unable to make out the end of the alley, my pulse started to race a little. I decided to jog slightly...hurrying to my exit as I realised this was a bad idea. An on-coming car was starting to look rather appealing. Without further hesitation I breathed in deep and made my way forward. The alley seemed to swallow me up and I felt I couldn't turn back...even if I wanted to.
As I made my way down the alley I thought I heard footsteps following from behind. I turned my face slightly while still walking forward, the footsteps sounding louder as my ear was turned to the source of the sound. I couldn't see anyone behind me, but I could still hear the footsteps. I started to panic as I picked up my pace. As I turned my head forward I tripped and landed on my hands and knees, blood starting to seep from the tiny little scrapes and grazes that had appeared there.
I cried out and as I knelt on the damp concrete below me I saw two black, highly polished shoes. Shaking, my eyes travelled upwards. A pair of very smart black trousers greeted me at eye level and I felt relief at the thought of this well dressed gentleman finding me, and not some young thug...or monstrous murderer.
As my gaze travelled up his body, I noticed he was wearing a simple smart black shirt and a black leather strap round his neck, a gothic silver cross hung low on his chest between the half unbuttoned shirt. His skin was pale and glistening in the moonlight and his arms were exposed with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. I could see the veins in his arms standing out under his pale skin and I felt my body react at the sight. Strong, veined forearms...always send me weak at the knees and dripping with want.
His hand was stretched out in front of him, offering it to me. As I looked into his eyes, which were jet black, I saw kindness. His features were fierce and angular, striking in a handsome way. His hair, the darkest brown...maybe black, hung into his eyes and stuck out in a stylish mess, he looked like he had just stepped out of a hair gel advert.
My heart was racing as I found myself reaching out to take his hand. He pulled me up as if it was no problem at all and pulled my body flush with his. I felt myself melt against his cold hard chest and I knew there and then that I was his. I would do anything he asked, he had me completely.
While staring intently into his eyes he searched mine in return. It felt like he was looking into my soul. I felt him raise my scraped hand up between us and he snaked his tongue out across the tiny cuts on my palm. He licked them tenderly at first, like he was trying to heal the abrasions. I was transfixed; watching as he cleaned my palm like a dog would clean his wounds. His licking grew more vigorous and extended up my arm. I started to scream as he began to tear at my coat, shredding it like it was tissue paper, leaving me stood in only the black dress.
He pushed me up against the alley wall and pushed his lips into mine, tasting, caressing, massaging with his tongue. I reciprocated, he tasted divine and I couldn't get enough. I felt my thighs catch fire and the flames in my belly erupt causing me to push against him and moan. He didn't react to my pressure...he was like stone. I was wedged firmly between the cold brick wall and the cold marble statue in front of me. I couldn't escape if I wanted to.
His lips travelled down my chin, neck and to my breasts as he roughly pushed them together and buried his face in them. I felt his knee push between my thighs, causing me to spread my legs as his hand snaked its way between my legs. He groaned as his fingers found my soaking wet lace thong.
"So fucking hot," he growled into my ear.
His words caused my body to shake with need as I desperately wanted this handsome stranger to fuck me in this cold wet alley.
"Take me...I am yours," I pleaded.
With that he ravished my body forcefully. His lust penetrating deep into me as he ripped my thong off with ease and it landed on the floor. He began rubbing my throbbing swollen clit, my juices flowing freely as I was all ready for him. He brought his wet fingers up to my breast and rubbed them over my nipple. He sucked and licked them; I was groaning and panting, wild with desire. Then I felt something sharp pinch me just below my nipple at the full part of my breast. It hurt, and I screamed out, but then it was gone and his fingers returned to my dripping cunt, oozing with my need to be filled by something big and hard.
I heard the sound of a zipper and then felt something large and cold pressed at the entrance to my hot pulsing cunt. I ground myself forward, wanting him to fill me and make me his. As he grabbed my ass with both hands he lifted me up and onto his cock...filling me in one deep thrust. I wrapped my legs round his waist and clung to his neck and he forcefully thrust into me over and over again. I was being hammered into the wall behind me and I didn't care. I could feel my orgasm building and I wanted to feel it all...the pain...the pleasure...the fear of being fucked by a cold dark stranger.
As he impaled me repeatedly with his throbbing cock I started to quake with my orgasm, feeling the fire erupt through my veins and my cunt clinging to his cock...not wanting to release it.
"Oh...god...fuck...yes...I'm...I'm...cumming...fuuuckk...!"
My cunt spilled with juices as I milked his cock for all it was worth. As my orgasm began to fade I felt him grinning at my neck...just under my ear. I smiled too, my eyes closed as I basked in my post orgasmic bliss, until I felt a searing pain tear through me. My whole insides collapsed as I felt another orgasm rip through me like nothing I have ever felt before. My insides exploded and my vision blurred as I felt him bite into my neck and suck hard.
As I started to go numb and my vision disappeared, the last thing I heard was...
"Mine...mine forever..."
Then darkness.
The End.
Face
The party was held at a friends house. The usual gang was there, however Patty had invited a few more friends of hers to enjoy the fireworks from the back yard. Patty and Mark's house was right on the lake and every Fourth of July they held a small party, inviting us all over to enjoy their good fortune and view. Most the guests knew us both as we had attended all the parties save for that one year.
David waved hello to a few guys while I scanned around the backyard looking for Patty. Seeing her, I excused
myself from David, who gave me a look and a nod and made my way over to her as she was fussing with the salad.
Giving each other kisses on the cheeks, I settled down with her in helping make sure the food was laid out properly. Always within sight of David, I watched him as he seemed happy, speaking with a few guys, reliving last nights game as they argued about some call. He took a slug of his beer and looked up at me, catching my stare.
"How are things between you two?" Patty asked.
I blushed a little and mumbled, "Pretty good, lately."
I scanned the small gathering and singled out the new strangers.
"Oh! You've invited others here." I was a bit startled.
"Calm down, they're just friends from Mark's work. They aren't so bad; in fact let me introduce you to the girls."
I shook my head, but Patty ignored my objections and grabbed my wrist, dragging me over to three women who stood together sipping their wine.
As we approached, the women looked up, saw Patty and smiled. As their gazes moved to me, I saw the familiar reaction and inwardly groaned.
"Ladies, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is Sue, Patrice, and Lisa."
I smiled, what else could I do, and I felt my face turn red as I said hello.
The girls, no doubt were coached not to dwell on me, tried their best to engage in chit-chat. I blandly answered their questions and soon, I began to warm up to them. They were very excited about the fireworks. Lisa and Patrice had brought their kids to see them.
"They're around here somewhere, raising hell as usual!" Lisa laughed.
"It's mommy's time," Patrice said as she downed her wine. "They're in a contained yard. Let the daddies watch them for once!"
Lisa turned to me.
"You and..."
"David," I filled in.
"You and David have any kids?"
"No," I said. "We had planned on having some, but..."
The women were silent.
Patrice looked at her empty glass and excused herself for a refill.
"You want one yourself?" she asked.
I think I looked like I needed one, but I said, "No, thank you Patrice, I don't drink anymore."
She forced a smile and excused herself.
Just then, a little girl around five came running up to Lisa.
"Mommy! Freddy won't share!" she grabbed the leg of Lisa and reached upward to be lifted up.
Lisa stooped and pulled the little girl into her arms.
"Sandy, this is my new friend Jessica, say hello."
Sandy turned to face me and her face dropped. All of a sudden little Sandy started crying in fear. Despite Lisa's best attempts, she had to excuse herself and get Sandy away to calm her down.
The noise of the crying had drawn everybody's attention, leaving me the center of all their stares. Blushing I waited a moment and then tried to slowly walk back into the house. I tried to not look at anyone, but out of the corner of my eyes I saw them, looking at me with revulsion, and morbid curiosity. By the time I had made it to the sliding glass door, I was running, and tears streaked down my face.
I locked myself into the bathroom and sobbed. Some moments later, I heard a soft knock.
"Honey, open up, it's me David."
I tried to compose myself.
"I'm...okay," my voice cracked.
He knocked again and tried the door.
"Jess, open up. Please."
I took a breath and unlocked the door.
David came in and quickly closed it behind him. I saw him shoo away Patty who had been with him outside the door.
Without saying a word, he saw my look and he stepped forward and held me. I melted into his arms and cried. Soon I became aware of his shortened breathing and I looked up at him with blurred eyes. He was crying too, softly.
"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just that I didn't think there might be new people here."
"I know," David said. "It's still tough on you."
"It's my penance," I said as I sighed.
"It shouldn't have to be," he whispered.
My voice caught in my throat, but I swallowed and managed to compose myself.
"Sometimes I think this is harder than the other choice."
"Jess, come on now. We worked so hard to get past this."
I nodded and held him.
"I know," I said. "It's just that it's not easy to live with a mistake and be reminded every time you see another person."
"Hey, it's hard on me too. "He replied.
I gave him a harsh look.
"I mean," he quickly corrected. "Everyone knows that I did this to you, yet you are still with me. They may see you, but they always think of me."
We turned and looked into the mirror. I saw my rugged handsome husband David, holding me. I try not to look at myself often, but at that moment I took time to study myself.
My hair was perfect, my body had gained five pounds since high school, and at one point I was the envy of everyone. I was hot stuff and somewhere over the years I let that get into my head.
David's hand slowly crept up my back and rounded my body. I felt the first hints of him on the side of my breast. Instantly my nipple hardened. Painfully it stood erect as my eyes traveled down in the mirror to watch his hand. His hardened rough hand took gentle hold of my pert breast. He was always gentle with me now, afraid of his strength. At times I urged him to be rough with me, but he always tried to hold back the beast within.
David's lips touched my neck and I felt goose bumps travel down my spine. His erection pressed into me and I clung to him like a life-preserver in a sea of sharks.
"Oh David! I want you!" I groaned.
"Here? Now?" he whispered.
"Here. Now."
He turned me around and I grabbed the sink with both hands. Bent over, I felt him pull my dress up over my hips. Instantly my panties were lowered down and momentarily his face pushed into my ass. His tongue darted out and licked my pussy, awakening my clit as I felt it tremble and struggle to stand above its folds.
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed as the feelings overcame me. I was gushing soon enough. The world outside the bathroom was instantly forgotten as David dropped his pants and quickly plunged his hard cock inside me.
He quickly built up speed and we both sensed the climax coming. At that moment I glanced at myself in the mirror a few inches in front of me. What stared back at me was not the face I was used to.
My nose bent savagely to the left and drooped like melted wax. A scar, red when I was tired dragged its trail from my top lip all the way up to my right eye. Well my real eye was gone, replaced by a decent prosthetic. Around the eye the scarring was jagged and ugly. This thing that stared back at me always surprised me, if only for a moment, each time I saw myself in reflection. I looked at it, for it was in reality me, not "the me" that I remembered, and for the millionth time I tried to make peace with it. We had a lifetime ahead of us to share.
"Oh yeah!" David grunted as his cock hit a spot deep inside of me. I arched my back, eager to take more of him in, The feeling of being stuffed was always delicious, though not always worth it.
David kissed the back of my neck, and the monster in the mirror rolled her head in delight. My handsome David wanted me. STILL wanted me. That thought made me tingle as I lost myself to the throes of passion invoked in his carnal passion for me.
"You were awfully loud!" he said as he pulled his pants back on and handed me a towel. I was sitting on the toilet leaking his semen out. My screams of climax were probably heard by all the guests. Their tongues would be wagging tonight!
"I think they all heard us!" I said.
David smiled. It was his turn to blush.
"Probably will make them jealous, I expect." He said.
"Oh?" I cocked an eyebrow.
"About how lucky I am to have a girl like you."
My heart melted as I looked at him. He really did love me. He really did find me sexy. I would walk out of that bathroom with my head held up high. It didn'
t matter what others thought or saw, only what my man thought and felt about me. I should have known that all along.
"You want to bow out early?" he asked.
"No," I decided. "I'm better now. Let's stay for the fireworks."
David waited until I flushed and had properly tidied myself up.
"You sure?"
I nodded and grabbed a hold of his arm.
We stayed together for the rest of the evening. After Patty checked in with us, we took solitude in sitting on two lawn chairs watching the sun set. No one approached us. I think they didn't know what to say.
The fireworks were nice, but not the highlight of the party. Driving home, David was quiet while he concentrated on the road.
"I forgive you, you know," I whispered.
He was quiet and stared straight ahead, out the front window at the darkness.
"Sometimes, I remember...and then I don't forgive myself," he said.
I reached out and touched his arm.
"It's hard on you as well, I know it." I tried to comfort him.
He was silent. Minutes later he spoke.
"My world collapsed that day when I found you with him. I should have walked away. Calmed down before... we had problems, but..."
A tear rolled down his face.
"What I did to you was wrong. So wrong. My dad taught me better. But I just lost it. Then afterwards...we didn't think you would survive the night. All those weeks in the hospital, I had to stay strong for you, not knowing whether there was a "we" anymore..."
"We're better now," I soothingly said. I rubbed his shoulder.
He nodded and continued to drive. We both were quiet, alone with our own thoughts.
David blamed himself for the beating he did on me, for ruining my life, for destroying my face. But we were still together. No one was interested in me anymore. One look at my face and they all ran from me in horror. That was my penance, to not attract another man into our lives.
I imagined David's penance was staying with me. He never gave me any hint that it was a chore for him. He worked with me in gaining back our trust for one another. He kept me and the marriage together during all the hard times where I just wanted to give up on him, on us, on me, on life.
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