Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  Ariel moved to a section of the bookstore that she had seen him in before. He usually came into the bookstore on this day of the week, around this time. She wanted to saunter past him, making her skirt flip to see if he glanced at her.

  She saw him a few aisles down from the entrance and she smiled as she moved towards him. She did not know his name, or if he was taken, but she knew that he seemed to love to read. Intelligence was such a turn on for Ariel. His seemingly voracious appetite for books and his confident strides made her ache to have him. Today she knew she would have him. He was a delicious dark-haired specimen, with golden-brown eyes. He seemed about 5'11, with a tanned appearance, and always smelled of soft, spicy cologne and fresh soap. After seeing him in the book store in the past she would go home and spend time relieving the ache he caused. She swore she could almost smell him then, and imagined how he must taste.

  It was Saturday morning and sometimes on Saturday's he was at the store with a scruffy beard, as though he rolled out of his bed and ignored the razor. Today his face appeared freshly shaved. He was handsome in his polo shirt and pressed khakis. She wondered what his beard would be like hitting her thighs and pussy as he ate her. She tipped her head back imagining his beard tickling her as his tongue laps at her lips; she shivered in reaction at the mere thought of him doing so. Perhaps one day she might find out, but today she was on a mission.

  After seeing him her need was too great. Ariel decided flipping her skirt for his attention, may take too long to get what she wanted. Instead, she lifted her up head high and mustered up her courage. She walked up to the stranger. He seemed to sense her approach, and turned and smiled at her, as she descended on him. She reached her hands up to the sides of his face, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He seemed taken aback, but molded into her as she felt him kiss her in return. Ariel was pleased that her prey had given up so easily.

  She wrapped her tongue around his, and got wet from the sensation of this man's warm tongue dancing in her mouth. Ariel pulled out of the kiss and grabbed his hand. She walked him to a door at the rear of the store next to the bathrooms, she tried the handle and it turned. With each step her excitement continued to build, as she felt juices starting to drip down her thigh. She ushered this stranger in to the utility closet and closed the door. She flipped the light switch on but only one light was working so the room was dimly lit. She could still see him but the dim light was a great effect she hadn't planned. He turned with a curious smile and began to speak, "My name is....," she stopped him with a finger to his lips, and a soft sultry, "Shhhhh..."

  Ariel pulled him into a kiss, and he obliged her with equaled passion. She began to paw at his chest. She pulled his shirt out from his khakis. Her hands ran up his smooth rippled chest. His nipples were stiff, and she ran her palms over them and felt him shiver. She moved to his belt buckle and unbuckled it with smooth, quick movements. His pants were undone and dropped in 5 seconds, and he stood there in just his shirt and boxers. She looked down to see his engorged cock now pointing out of the slit in his boxers, toward her with anticipation.

  She was heady with excitement and wondered if he could smell her arousal. She tilted her head back as he ran his hands under her knit top and cupped her breasts, kneading and fondling. She moaned at the human touch to her perky breasts. In reaction, she grabbed his cock and stroked it. It was so hard, so smooth and so warm. She was having a hard time not pushing him down and fucking him, until she exploded. But she did not want to stop the natural exploration of his hands. He must have sensed her urgency, because he moved his hands down under her skirt. He jumped slightly. She believed he jumped as he realized that she had no panties on and was dripping wet from him. She smiled a wicked smile as he penetrated her with his fingers, bringing more of her juices out.

  Ariel had fingered herself so much lately that she did not want to wait too long for his dick to slide into her. She decided to forego the natural progression notion and pushed him toward a chair that was in the back corner that has one broken arm on it. She yanked down his boxers, and noted the surprised look in his sparkling eyes. He did not stop her so she continued her assault on him. She gently forced him to sit, as she straddled him and situated his cock on her dripping, hot center. As she slid him slowly into her, the presence of this real, warm and hard cock sent her into an immediate orgasm. She whimpered in delight, and filled his lap with her sweet juices.

  His hands grabbed her hips and moved her up and down, vigorously. His arousal was increased, it seems, by the sweet nectar she gushed onto his legs. He seemed determined to push his length as deep into her as she could take. He surpassed her amply-endowed dildo, and she felt she could ride him all day. She fucked her stranger with wild abandonment, and without thought of consequences. She had imagined this moment for so long that nothing mattered but the feeling of him pushing through her, pleasuring her. Up and down. She felt him hit her cervix and she was lost in ecstasy now.

  Her movements became erratic, as she fucked him with all the need of a woman who had not ridden a cock for a year. She clenched her pussy to caress his cock inside her. He groaned and gasped and his noises drove her crazy. She could sense he was close to climax, as she rode a wave of her own pleasure. Now she felt it, her strong ache was building and the numbing sensation in her legs was increasing. She yelled as it hit her! Her orgasm was monstrous! Her juices were pouring out all over this man she had pinned, in a broken chair, in a utility room, at a bookstore. He groaned loudly and she grinded into him, as his hips thrusted into her to penetrate her fully. He shot his cum into her pussy and held her on him. She felt the pulsations of his cum shooting from him and squeezed her pussy to coax every last precious drop of his seed from inside him.

  Ariel collapsed into his chest, panting. She was satisfied, as it was exactly how she fantasized it would be. She felt so triumphant in her conquest. She stepped off of his cock, reached between her legs dipping her finger into their mixed juices. She saw him watch her curiously, as she licked their cocktail from off her finger. She straightened her clothes and he jumped to his feet saying, "Wait! I don't even know your name," she opened and closed the door, and was gone.

  She almost ran to her car, worried he would chase her down. Speeding off, she reran the event through her head, smiling in deep and glowing satisfaction.

  For two weeks she avoided her favorite book store, but knew her connection to it was too great to keep her away forever. She decided to go in to the store early in the evening on a Friday. She had never seen her stranger in the book store on a Friday, so she felt certain she would not bump into him. She hoped that he had forgiven her for using him. Ariel was always the one being used, this time she was the user. She wanted something, and had to have it, and did.

  She bought a book that was just released that interested her and sat down with a fresh blueberry muffin and a hot, Mocha Latte. She breathed in deeply the aromas of her favorite place. With her back to the door she climbed into her book. She hoped to escape into a book for a few hours before having to run some errands.

  Today she had her hair pulled up revealing her smooth neck. She was reading for a while, alternating between her book and her steamy cup of coffee. Ariel then felt someone walk up to her, and kiss her on the nape of her neck. She jumped and turned at the same time by this intimate act, to see her stranger smiling gently down onto her. In her surprise her response leapt forth out of her nervously, "I am sorry to just leave like that. I just needed you in that moment."

  "No apologies necessary," he replied, "I thought as much. I have been watching you for months in here. I came into this bookstore one day and saw you reading and twirling you hair. I only kept coming back to the store in hopes of working up the courage to say hello to you and ask you out."

  She caught her breath when she realized, he had been studying her as she had been studying him.

  "Hello. My name is Richard and I would love to take you out some time," he said holding his hand out to
shake hers. His smile was exquisite, as he stared into her eyes. She saw the lights dancing in the flecks of gold in his eyes.

  Ariel giggled at the gentlemanly tone of his voice, as if she hadn't fucked him in the utility closet. She extended her hand softly into his and gazed into his amazing eyes, "Hello Richard, my name is Ariel and I would love to go out with you."

  The Proposal

  All I really wanted was a long, hot soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and to read a good book until I was pruney. It had been such an infuriating day at work. The project I was working on was falling to pieces. My supervisor was on vacation and not available to consult. My assistant was useless, hired by my predecessor, and had a voice that gave me a headache.

  I was beat, and had no hope that the next day would be any better.

  I unlocked my front door, ready to shed the day, and kicked off my shoes. On the floor in front of the door lay the day's assortment of mail – bills, flyers, junk. I scooped it up and tossed it on the dining room table. As the envelopes flew helter-skelter on the table top, I noticed a cream colored envelope that didn't look like the usual fare. I picked it up and turned it over to see who it was from, but the front of the envelope was blank. I carried it with me into the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of wine. I wandered into the living room, put my glass down on the marble coffee table top, and plopped down on the couch. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew who the envelope had been delivered by, and at the thought of him, I felt myself become a little juicy down below. I groaned. I didn't want to see him, or anyone else, tonight. I loved him, but I was exhausted, and seeing him wasn't conducive to a good night's sleep. I cursed my body's response and tossed the envelope, unopened, on the coffee table.

  I resisted for all of fifteen minutes. There was nothing good on television. The idea of a long, hot soak had been overshadowed by my body's need to know what was in the envelope. I chuckled to myself, opened the envelope, and sighed deeply. It was a single piece of cream colored cardstock, engraved in silver lettering.

  23 Rue St. George

  8:00 p.m.

  Be there.

  I couldn't help but smile a little, feeling my saucy self rise a to the occasion. Did I want to go? My body did. That was obvious from the way my rate of respiration increased, from the increasing slickness I felt between my legs. My mind was perched on the edge between yes and no. I wanted rest. I wanted to recovery from my day. But my pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what might be waiting for me at 23 Rue St. George, and I'd long since learned not to argue with my pussy. Besides, standing him up really wasn't an option.

  I dragged my weary self up the stairs and ran a bath. It was only 6:30. I had plenty of time to make it to Rue St. George. I looked over the envelope again. There were no instructions regarding what I should wear. I took a quick shower, anointed myself liberally with jasmine scented oil, brushed out my long, auburn hair, and threw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I put on a bit of make-up – mascara, gloss, powder – and declared myself ready. I called a cab and downed another glass of wine while I waited for it to pull up at the curb.

  The sky outside the taxi cab's windows was pewter blue touched with pink. The sun was dipping down beneath the horizon, and though I couldn't watch it descend, I could see how it painted the clouds above it in vivid farewell shades. It was nearly dark by the time the cab pulled up to 23 Rue St. George. I paid the fare and got out, took a few deep breaths to steel my nerves, and approached the door.

  As I stood before it, I wondered if I should knock. I tried the door knob and found it locked. I rapped hard on the solid oak of it and waited. It wasn't long before it opened to grant me entrance. I'd expected to see him standing there. Instead, a beautiful, tiny woman with hair down to her ass, wearing nothing but a mask and velvety red lipstick stood there beckoning me to come inside. She led me through the hallway into a dimly lit room that was empty save for a comfortable looking armchair. The lighting shone in a soft areola around the chair, but didn't reach much further than that.

  "Please take off your clothes." The woman said, holding out her arms to provide me with a place to put them as I did as she asked. I stripped, feeling awkward as a teenager in a high school locker room. She watched me as I shed my clothes and smiled appreciatively.

  "You have beautiful tits." She said. I blushed.

  "So do you."

  "But yours are so big, so lush! No wonder he loves you best."

  I knew my lover had other 'pets', as he liked to call them, and I suspected that this vision of dark-haired beauty was one of them, but my pride stung to know that I was being handled by one of them. I was a possessive girl. I didn't want to share him with anyone. I took the words 'he loves you best' and tucked them away for safe keeping. It soothed the sting a little. I opened my mouth to ask if he was here, but the beauty before me shook her head before I could speak.

  "No questions. Please be seated."

  The chair was softly upholstered in rich, deep red. The arms and legs were of a dark, curved wood. I sat myself down and made myself as comfortable as I could, considering I was naked in a room I'd never been in before, being handled by a woman I'd never laid eyes on before.

  She left the soft circle of light for a moment and returned in a few moments with two bars – one for my legs, and one for my arms. She wove the bars in between my body and the chair's arms and legs, cuffing me securely with my arms behind my back and my ankles bound tightly to a chair leg on either side. She knelt down in front of me and placed her hands on my knees.

  "You must keep them open." She instructed as she pushed them further apart. My pussy, oozing now, glistened in the dim light. She noticed and ran one long silver-painted fingernail down the length of it from my clit to the rosebud nestled between my ass cheeks.

  "You have a beautiful pussy, too!" She said, smiling. "It becomes clearer and clearer all the time why you are his favorite."

  She sucked her finger, making pretty noises with her succulent, red mouth, and then stood up and walked away, leaving me to wonder what would happen next.

  It wasn't long before I heard rustling directly in front of me. Suddenly, a curtain was flung open and in the same moment, lights went on above a spot about ten feet away. There was a table placed there in a bright spot of light that was unlike any table I'd ever seen. It seemed to be some kind of modified massage table with cut outs for the face and the breasts. A woman I'd never seen before lay face down upon it. Her arms were lain out on the table, cuffed at the wrist, and chained to the underside of it, which appeared to be composed of sturdy folding legs. Her own legs were spread wide and dangling from the knee on either side. Her ass hung off the edge, which afforded me a perfect view of her rim and pussy. Her breasts hung through the gap in the table, their size obscuring any view I might have of her face, which was placed face down in another gap so she could breathe. A heavy chain ran from each ankle and was clipped into a D ring on her wrist cuffs.

  She was about my size, I noticed. Same abundant curves, same approximate height. I shifted in the chair, trying to get a look at her face, but it was to no avail. Her breasts heaved with her breathing as she waited, like I waited. After a period of time I heard footsteps. It was him. He was fully clothed in black. His hands were gloved. He was carrying a familiar leather bag, which he placed on the floor beside the table. I waited for him to turn and acknowledge me, but he kept his eyes on the woman spread out on the table. He walked around it, never taking his eyes off of her. He grabbed a handful of her curly black hair, and tugged gently.

  "Comfy, pet?"

  She nodded, making her breasts sway even more. He knelt down and took stock of the placement of her body, giving one of her raspberry colored nipples a hard tweak as he did so. Her breath caught in her throat and he chuckled, low in his throat and tweaked her again.

  "Do you like that, pet?"

  She nodded again.

  "Of course you do."

  I didn't know how to
feel. He was mine, goddammit! Mine! We'd talked about how I felt about his so-called stable of pets. The agreement was that he not talk to me about them. The agreement was that I be allowed to blissfully ignore the fact of the others. How cruel of him to expose me to this! I struggled in my chair, but the movement caused my thighs to close. He noticed immediately and snapped his fingers. The dark-haired beauty that had prepared me ran toward me clucking her tongue. She was carrying leather thigh straps with huge silver buckles. She strapped my thighs to the lower curve of the chair's arms, murmuring in soothing tones all the while. "You must keep them open. Mmm? It feels good to have them open, yes?" She rubbed the downy hairs on the insides of my thighs lightly with her fingertips before taking leave of me once more. Still, he didn't acknowledge me. Satisfied that I wouldn't disturb him any further, he proceeded with his work on the woman on the table.

  He removed a collar from his leather bag. I strained to get a good look at it. Bastard! That was MY collar!

  "Hey! You can't do that! That's MINE!" I bellowed, despite knowing better. He snapped his fingers again, and a ball gag was swiftly put in place. Tears of humiliation streamed down my cheeks. How could he use my collar on someone else? This was not at all what I had in mind when I accepted his invitation. I wanted to stop now. I tried to get our safe word out from around the ball gag, but I couldn't get it out. All I could do was grunt, and when grunting failed to get his attention, I let the most inhuman sounds come from deep, deep in my belly and chest. I hated him as I'd never hated any one before in that moment.