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by S. L. Carpenter


  She came up against the wall of the hallway. The dark man rested the medallion below her chin and raised her head. Allie gulped and bit her bottom lip while her eyes focused on his mouth. The dim light barely showed anything more than shadows.

  His lips just brushed against hers. Then he licked them. His weight leaned against her. She was a voluptuous woman but was dwarfed by his size.

  Pulling back, the man bit Allie’s lip and said something she hadn’t heard in a long time. “Mmm…mmm, damn, you taste good.”

  Instant arousal swelled in her blood.

  “I can’t wait to eat that sweet, tight pussy you have.” His smile widened across his face and Allie knew she was fighting a losing battle.

  With his thumb, he drew a line down her neck to the cleavage of her full breasts. His thumb rested on the front of her bra.

  Allie looked down and saw her shirt buttons straining across her swollen breasts from the tension of the man’s thumb. With a jerk, the bra fell open and the buttons from her blouse scattered across the floor.

  Lunging forward, the man grabbed her. His chest pressed hard against the hot flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were strained tight and sensitive.

  “This isn’t real, you’re just a dream.” Her rational mind tried to take over and control what her subconscious was feeling.

  “Are you sure? When’s the last time a dream made you come?” His voice whispered past her common sense and into her soul.

  He grasped her waist and spun her around. Her face pressed against the wall and she felt his hot breath blast behind her ear. Her hands were on either side of her body and she was being pressed flat against the wall. She was barely able to breathe.

  His hand dragged roughly along her hip to her thigh. He pulled up her skirt and began to bite her earlobe as he reached for the front of her pubic bone. Her thong had become a useless soaked piece of silk. Pulling it down and away, he slid his thumb between the hot lips of her cunt.

  Melting, Allie again told herself it was all just a dream. A fucking fantastic, deliciously, dark dream.

  Pulling up hard, his thumb entered her opening. “I know you’re thinking this is just a dream, but this dream is going to take advantage of your body all night.” With his other hand, he grabbed one of her wrists, pulling her arm behind her. He then leaned into her again. While his thumb churned her to frenzy, he pressed the palm of her hand to the long, hardening length of his cock, still confined within his leather pants.

  The long, hard erection made her body ache. His thumb made her clit swell and her nipples longed for attention, but above all, she wanted this cock to violate her. She wanted to be released. She wanted to be fucked until she couldn’t take any more. She began to understand what Missy had been talking about.

  Her soul was needy and her body craved the pleasure.

  Grabbing her waist, the dark man wrapped his muscular arms around her and picked her up. Allie leaned into him and slid her hands to his hair while he kissed the back of her neck. He carried her nearly naked body to the bed.

  With a thump, they fell to the mattress. Allie rolled over onto her back letting the torn shirt fall from her body. The man dropped to his knees before her and tugged at the skirt that still shielded his feast from his eyes.

  Allie arched her back to let him pull the skirt free and after he tossed it aside, she lifted her hips to slip off her thong. With her pelvis in the air, the man took over, ripping her panties off and grasping her ass in his hands. With a growl, he thrust his face into her pussy hungrily. His tongue delved into the cavern of her sex. Allie writhed, helpless against this relentless, wonderful torture.

  His growling vibrated through her body making her squirm. Like an animal feeding on a fresh kill, he pressed his mouth into her pussy, thirstily sucking up her juices.

  Falling onto the bed in a tangled web of skin, they merged. He’d moved up and over her, and now claimed what she knew he would take.

  Allie closed her eyes and let this unknown mystery of a man help her cross over. His mouth sucked on her throat and each passionate growl was followed by a plunging thrust that pressed the opening of her womb.

  Her fingers pulled at the rippled muscles of his sweaty shoulders. More, more, she wanted more. If she was going to die from this sin, she was going to die thoroughly satisfied.

  He laid his weight on her and when each breath left, he entered.

  “Harder, harder, oh please…ahhhh.” She could have sworn she screamed, but it was a mere whisper next to his ear.

  Taking the weight of his massive frame off her, he slammed her hard, in and out, like a piston. Each pound made her pelvis shake and she climbed over the brink again.

  The slapping of their skin made it burn. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist and tried to lift her pelvis to meet his abusive thrusts. Her nails dug into the flesh of his arms and she gazed down their bodies. She saw the full shining length of his swollen cock pull out then vanish back inside her slippery channel.

  And she let go.

  With shivers of shockwaves shooting up her spine, she arched up and met his stroke. Allie rolled her head to the side and gasped as her juices trickled between the cheeks of her ass. While he pulled out, her pussy tightened and she almost gushed. Her clit was still pulsing with the thunderous vibrations of her heart.

  With a loud grunt, he lowered down on top of her, squeezing the rest of the essence from her body. She was spent.

  Allie felt him swell and stay deep within her, just swaying his hips from side to side to keep her pussy loose. She knew he was trying to pace himself.

  She hadn’t felt this euphoria, this rush, for too damn long. Savoring every second like a good meal, she tried to capture the taste of him in her thoughts, so that he would linger in her mouth along with the feel of his cock, so deeply etched in her mind and pussy.

  This wasn’t what she’d expected, but somehow it was exactly what she needed. To have a man take her over the edge. The feel of a man moving inside her. Toys and massage oils couldn’t compete with a good, stiff, living cock.

  The tranquility of the moment was suddenly shaken when the dark stranger started to pound back and forth into her once more. There was a ferocity behind his movements.

  “Now, we fuck.” His voice was harsh and dark. A wide smile crossed his face and the glimmer of his white teeth showed his pleasure in his control.

  Allie began to grimace. Her legs had about given out and another session like this would put her in traction. She was wetter then a sponge in a bath and each time he sank in, she became more slippery.

  “Aww…do your legs hurt, my slut? I mean slave?”

  “Yeah, I just need to put them together for a minute.” Allie was oblivious to his comment and let him pull out. The juices from her hot pussy soaked the flesh of his cock, making it glisten like a freshly blooded sword.

  “Oh, thank you.” She rolled onto her tummy and laid her head on the pillow.

  “Mmm, nice ass.”

  Allie opened her eyes, quickly realizing her position.

  “Bet it’s all warm and tight in there.” The dark man’s voice sliced through Allie making her shudder.

  Before she could move, the man was on her back licking his way up her spine and sending electric shocks to her brain. His hands pawed at the round cheeks of her ass, kneading them like bread.

  “Noooo, no, not that. I’ve only done that a few times…I, umm, I…” Allie stopped talking as the man slid his hand under her belly and pulled at the top of her pussy.

  “We need to get that little cork to pop if we’re going to fuck like this.”

  Pulling her abdomen off the bed, he rested the length of his cock along the split of her ass. The sticky coating from her pussy made it cool and he was hard as steel.

  “Nooo, don’t! Just, oh man…it’s been so long.” The personal lines she didn’t cross tore at Allie as she battled her burning thoughts of succumbing to his wants. He’d already had his way with her body, now he wanted to
break down more of the walls she’d built.

  Allie looked under her raised chest and saw the dark man lower his cock with his hand and let it rub between the lips of her pussy.

  “Got to make sure I’m all lubed up.” With that, he slid back into her pussy.

  Allie closed her eyes, feeling filled again, and the continued tugging around her clit made her cream. Her juices stirred with his cock, and she began to moan once more.

  “Yeah, oh yeah, yessssss. Mmmmmm, go for it, mmm…” Allie was encouraging him to take her now. The first line was broken.

  The feeling of him stroking the firm texture of her clit and the long slow thrusts had her feeling flushed again.

  “Damn, baby, you are so fucking hot.” His voice again burned in her head. “Mmm, so tell me how you feel?”

  “Oh God, I feel like a woman.” Allie’s reaction was inbred into her reserved life.

  “Noooooo, tell me how you want to FEEL…” To add emphasis to his last word, the man slid his finger into her pussy and stretched her wider open as his cock moved side to side.

  Allie’s throat clogged with tears and she choked them back. Water beaded up in her eyes and she fell to her elbows. “Make me feel like a whore…”

  He had broken her.

  Pulling out of her pussy, he rubbed the tip of his wide cock at the opening of her anus and slowly spread her wide. His finger still rubbed small circles over her clit.

  Allie reached her arms out like a cat stretching its back. Her fingers were cramped and rigid.

  “Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuck.” She began to come again from the pressure inside and her clit popping like a cork on a champagne bottle. His swollen cock penetrated the tight hole. The pain was excruciatingly painful and pleasurable—the line between so thin it could snap at any time.

  He had her totally exposed, fully naked, and so wrapped up in her twisted fantasy she became dizzy. His cock, buried to his balls in her ass, caused her body to open up and explode.

  His grunting only heightened the flashes of light she saw in her head. Total abandon unfurled and wicked lust took over. Allie was this man’s prey and he was now freely devouring her. Each probing inch thrusting in and out mercilessly fucking until, with a final hammering stroke, she felt him shake and erupt within her. The burning seed from his loins shot like a fire hose releasing its pressure.

  To her delight, she believed she had evened the score in a twisted sort of way. On this thought, she passed out, unafraid and uncaring of what boundary he would break through next.

  The Peep Show

  The row of doors surrounded a peep show where women would dance and do almost anything for their concealed admirers. It was a dark room the size of a closet with a small wooden stool. The floor was sticky and the only light came from a small window on the far wall, not much but enough to show that it obviously hadn’t been mopped in a few days. Or maybe weeks.

  Daryl had been away from home for ten years. He was technically “Sergeant Daryl” now, but being wounded in battle had gotten him discharged from his duties. He had decided to come back home to a small town outside of Dallas, Texas.

  Things had changed to a point where he didn’t recognize very much, but although the World War had ravaged many towns in Europe, this still had the smell and feel of home for him. Most of the storefronts were now upgraded with lights and shiny new signs.

  Mayble’s had been a favorite spot of Daryl’s before he left for Germany. In fact, most men hung out there to try and forget the terror of the looming draft. Mayble’s was a whorehouse and it was still run by the same woman who had run it ten years ago.

  She even looked the same. Except her tits now hung to her belly instead of resting near her waistline. Picture Tammy Faye in an early twentieth century costume. Scary—ewwwww.

  Anyway, back to the window.

  Daryl sat on a stool and peeked through the glass. In front of him was a woman sitting calmly in a chair. She wasn’t naked, didn’t have a phallic-shaped candle or any deformities, like a third eye. If she’d had three breasts he wouldn’t have been surprised because most of the women that worked in Mayble’s peep show weren’t normal.

  In his youth, he’d seen a woman and a rooster. Now THAT was a cockfight he couldn’t believe.

  The woman’s eyes were dark with emotions. Like a silent whisper asking for an audience. She suddenly had him captured.

  With a slow deliberate movement, she lowered her hand along her leg to her feet. The fabric of her dress clung tight to her body. The clothing was too small for her and all Daryl could think of was, I hope she gets comfortable real fast. Like naked.

  Cherry—Cheryl was her real name, but she figured Cherry was more appropriate for this job—looked along the wall at the various small windows. Most were darkened and a few had dim lighting. In one window, she could see a man smashing his hairy ass against the glass. It reminded her of her father.

  She had pulled her hair back in a bun and dressed in the standard virginesque way her customers expected. However, underneath her clothes she was a raging inferno of desire and passion. Releasing this caged lioness was her gift. Today she would share it with some lucky man—but who?

  During each show, Cherry would mentally pick one observer and connect with him. Today, she chose Daryl.

  Daryl blinked as the small glass fogged with his breath. He wiped the glass with his sleeve and looked up to see her staring at him. A sudden chill ran through his blood. WHOA!

  She must realize that her movements made him crazy.

  Daryl had been shipped home on a boat from Europe and was sick of seeing seamen. This woman had him thinking about releasing a different type of semen.

  The woman unfastened a button on her blouse and Daryl unfastened the button on his pants, echoing her moves. It was party time for Daryl and his little one-eyed friend.

  The final button on her blouse popped loose, setting her ample breasts free.

  Something else was now free and popped up too. Daryl’s hand quickly grasped it.

  Chinese water torture would have been less painful then this slow tantalizing striptease. Cherry knew how to affect her customers; she made good money teasing them. The unbridled freedom of stripping naked for men who couldn’t touch her was an aphrodisiac. She couldn’t get enough of the attention. She thrived on it, so when she bent over to tug her bloomers away from her spread feet, she gazed over at Daryl, peeking at him from between her legs.

  His eyes were bugged out a little and she could see his arm moving. She had her next victim.

  She stood by her wooden chair and turned it around. The back of the chair faced her admirers. Straddling the seat, she spread her legs apart and gave Daryl a glimpse of the pink heaven between her thighs. Small curls of hair covered a beautiful pubic area. She knew he was lost.

  Reaching behind her neck with both arms, her breasts stood proudly away from her body. Her nipples were reddened with excitement and tightly protruding. With a sway and a tug, her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. The ends tickled her sensitive skin. She grasped a breast in her hand, licked the erect nipple then turned back to stand up.

  Daryl’s glass was foggy from his hot breath. Furiously pulling at his swollen cock he wanted to see more.

  Cherry spun the chair back around and sat back down. With a seductive glance from beneath her hair, she looked directly at Daryl and spread her legs apart. In her mind, it was just the two of them.

  The wall was down and he was coming for her. Soon she would come for him. In more ways than one. After four shows, she was hornier than a minx and needed to end her torment.

  Dragging her hands up her body, she cupped her breasts. More bountiful than her hands, they overflowed her grasp. Cherry leaned her head back, letting her locks dangle behind the chair. She licked her fingertip then led every man’s eyes with her finger to the center of her world, the pink opening of her pussy.

  She knew the light glimmered on the wet flesh of her aroused pussy. With a soft moan, she co
ntinued to explore the inner depth of her silky sanctuary. Oblivious to everything around her now, the thoughts of this stranger licking her pussy became her fantasy. His lips would kiss her thighs—his hands would caress her skin and mold her breasts. With her hands, she acted out her fantasy to the men watching. Tiny pulls on the tingling tips of her nipples.

  At first Cherry had just toyed with the outer lips of her pussy. Now she was aroused and desperate. With a circular motion, she rubbed along the inner opening, spreading her legs wider as she explored her cunt.

  A shockwave jolted her body as she stroked against her clit. She hit the spot she was looking for. Over and over, she brushed the firm bud. Dear Lord, she was so hot. Cherry knew this was going to be a big one. All the day’s playing had built up and was ready to explode within her.

  She only needed that little push. Something to set her off. She needed to see his cock. The stranger would be the last straw to break down this wall.

  Her eyes felt glazed and heavy. She tried to focus on the man in the window. She saw him staring at her pussy and back to her face and licked her lips as she caught his gaze with hers. She whispered to him. “Show me. Please, show me.”

  Daryl couldn’t hear her but his intent stare at her lips, both sets of lips, made it clear to him what she wanted. She wanted to see “IT”.

  Standing up, he faced the window. The swelling throb of desire had him engorged with confined lust. Daryl stood in all his glory, pants around his ankles, jerking off like a crazed chimpanzee in the zoo.

  He saw her swallow, and wondered if her throat was dry from the heavy breathing. He knew what would soothe that thirst. She was staring at it while fingering her pussy. Was she longing to taste the stranger she had connected to? His mouth…his fingers…his cock? He realized she’d probably devour him whole.

  He knew she was staring at the shimmering head of his cock, seeping from anticipation because her gaze burned through the thin walls separating them. With a tight tug, Daryl erupted. His knees buckled as he thrust his hips upwards, fantasizing that he was inside the silky pussy of his vision.

  Cherry gasped to see him lose control, knowing it was because of her. Unbridled desire flowed over her flesh—heat caressed her pussy and slid upward to her chest. She came and the wetness flowed over her probing fingers.

 

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