Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  The night air from the open window caressed her body in a silken, soft caress, soothing the flames between her legs, calming her churning heart. She felt suspended somehow, removed from herself, as if she were somewhere else and the part of her which felt primitive, basic emotions had somehow surfaced and become dominant. She was aware of arousal, excitement and yet a strange lassitude stilled her limbs and calmed her soul.

  He entered the room and looked at her. Her pale, slender legs were stretched wide, slightly outturned so that an unobstructed view of her vulva was possible. The soft, plump mound of her cunt swelled at the base of her soft belly. There, her cleft split into two separate lips, normally pale and slim, now fiery pink and swollen and turgid with arousal. The delicate inner lips of her vagina which were usually almost hidden in the folds of the outer vulva were bright red and enflamed, extending beyond their normal confines by an inch or more. Her sprawled, positioning himself to see the stiff, swollen nub of her clitoris, poking saucily from its usual hiding spot, visibly elongated and stiff with desire.

  He followed the line of her soft belly and admired the swell of her hips. She could never be mistaken for a boy, he mused, not with the way her hips bloomed voluptuously, proclaiming her femininity.

  The line of her waist was taut and then he feasted his eyes on the breasts which heaved on her chest. On her back, their weight pulled them to each side, their fullness bulging out over the tender pits of her arms. Her nipples were taut, small stiff nubs, their areolas crinkled and tight. The dark shadow under her arms were visible as her arms were raised over her head. The dress caught just above her spread breasts, entangling her arms and covering her face. Its folds drifted and twirled around her upper body, obscuring her features and erasing any hint of identity. She was the epitome of female voluptuousness as she lay there spread-eagled, her body open to him, available and subject to his whims. She was woman personified, with no true personality or ideas of her own, a body, a cunt, two tits there for him to play with, torment, ravish.

  His cock felt like an iron bar in his pants. He pulled at the buttons of his fly, undoing them and allowing the stiff erection to poke out. Then, bending, his cock bobbing, he pulled off his pants and peeled off his shirt. Naked now, he began to pull at his cock slowly, leisurely allowing his eyes to travel over the prone body before him, lingering on her hard nipples and probing visually between her legs. His cock was throbbing and erect, its purple tip glistening with the pre-come juice which oozed in a steady stream from its bulging tip. He relished the feel of his fingers and the pull of the velvet skin over the hard muscle, the slippery friction engendered by the juice, soaking his cock and squishing through his fingers. It was immensely exciting and satisfying to know that she was completely open to him, obedient and vulnerable.

  He reached for the thick dildo which he had earlier put on the dresser. Stepping between her legs he kneeled, moving close to breathe in the heavy, musky scent of her arousal, the thick sweet smell of her juice which was literally streaming from her swollen vagina.

  Grasping the heavy fake prick firmly he took the head and gently probed her cunt hole. He heard her gasp and draw in her breath sharply. Her hips gave an involuntary shudder then stilled but where he gently probed, her cunt hole began to open and close. He pushed just the tip in about an inch, letting the mushroom head disappear slowly, very slowly up her. He could hear her panting beneath the cotton bindings and her chest was heaving, causing her breasts to jiggle lusciously. He could actually sense how hard she was struggling not to push further down on the stiff invader.

  His own cock quivered in sympathy, a large drop of pre-come juice oozing from its straining tip.

  Then with a smooth, controlled thrust he impaled her, pushing aside her soft folds, filling her, stretching her, engorging her until he felt it strike her womb. Her hips shuddered and her cunt seemed to suck at the big cock as he watched. Grasping it firmly he pulled it out, wet and glistening with her juices, sliding slowly, sensuously through the folds of her cunt.

  Again he thrust and again he pulled it out. Her legs which had been sprawled to either side were tense, her thighs trembling with the strain. She seemed to be trying to spread her legs even further apart and she looked incredibly voluptuous and abandoned as her slender legs widened.

  Leaving the dildo impaled in her, he stepped back to admire the sight. With her legs agape, her entire cunt seemed tipped up, her cunt lips open while the white shaft of the dildo looked obscenely arousing as its thick base barely peeked from the swollen red folds of her cunt hole.

  As he watched, it began to slide out, slippery from the juice which was pouring out of her. He saw her hips shiver and then jerk and her cunt working as she tried desperately to retain its hard length deep inside her.

  Reaching down he pulled it out and tossed it to one side. Then stepping between her legs holding his prick in one hand he aimed it at her cunt and shoved it in. He made sure to keep his hips from banging hers as he wanted her unsure as to what she was being fucked with. He had to stifle his groans as his stiff prick sank into the soft, enveloping folds of her cunt, juicy and soft and incredibly deep.

  As he pulled out for another thrust her cunt seemed to hold onto his cock, her inner lips clinging, her clitoris throbbing. Her cunt felt as if it were as deep as an ocean and as wet.

  Rivulets of her own juice were running in streams down the tender inner skin of her thighs and beneath her sprawled buttocks she could feel a pool of her own juice cooling in the night air.

  Her breasts were aching, almost like when she was breastfeeding the children and a feeding was long overdue. It was as if she needed them to empty of the arousal which was tormenting her.

  Suddenly she felt his fingers at her breasts, pinching the nipples roughly. She moaned as she felt a jolt of pure lust flash from the pillaged breasts to her cunt. She tried to push her breasts into his hands, sure now that it was his beloved cock between her legs and desperate to wrap her legs around his strong, working buttocks.

  "OK," he told her,

  Giving a cry of joy her hips surged up to meet his, her legs twining like vines around his back, her vulva pushing into his groin until he lost sight of where his cock started and her cunt finished. The palm of his hands began to slap against her breasts, he found the pink marks of his fingers unbearably erotic. She was like some wild thing beneath him, bucking and straining, her arms and face still covered, just a writhing, twisting female body, a hot, juicy cunt and two jiggling, swollen breasts.

  He could feel his balls tightening and the hot intense fire deep within his groin signaled that his cock was getting ready to come. Suddenly he felt her convulse and beneath the shrouded torso, he heard her scream in a long, indrawn breath, a groan almost painful in intensity and her cunt began to pump against him.

  The tip of his cock literally felt pinched as her womb began to contract, like a wave of sound, her cunt squeezed and pulled at his thrusting cock, almost expelling its heavy stiff mass.

  In front of his eyes, a hot red flush suddenly spread across her heaving breasts and the soft swollen mounds literally seemed to expand another inch, the tips reaching toward him. A hot gush of come seemed to soak his groin and for a moment he thought she had pissed but it had a sticky clear consistency at odds with that. Feeling it soak into the tight nub of his balls and run in streams down the base of his cock he felt his own orgasm trigger and gritting his teeth he grabbed her hips and with a harsh, massive thrust buried his cock as deep as he could within the willing cunt which enclosed it.

  Like molten lava he felt the sperm erupt from deep inside, trail fiery veins through the hard shaft of his throbbing organ and erupt in a powerful, burning explosion deep within her. She screamed as she felt the individual spurts strike her already convulsing womb, triggering an even stronger series of contractions.

  He was helpless except to thrust and thrust again, seeking to bury within her the essence of his being, his sperm, his brand and she joy
fully, accepted all he could give her.

  Together they reached heaven, their minds fogged, their senses so permeated with sensation they were almost delirious, then as the series of convulsions weakened within her womb, as the last drop of sperm was expelled, they collapsed.

  It seemed an ages later when she felt his hand gently unwinding the skirt which bound her. Cool air reached her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes and she squinted in the soft light of the room.

  It was like coming out of a dark fog. Her eyes met his and glowed in answer to the light which glittered in his. He reached for her and gathered her in his arms and gently dropped kisses on her forehead, her nose and then her clinging lips. They exchanged a long, deep intimate kiss and then he bundled her exhausted, satiated body between the cool cotton sheets, pulling the blanket to her chin and hugging her closely behind, clasping her spoon fashion. She drifted in a sea of contentment and love, and true to her nature, fell into a deep velvet sleep.

  Moonlight

  I can see it when I close my eyes...

  You're lying in bed, asleep. The only light in the room is the moon, filtered through curtains. I can barely see your silhouette, peacefully composed; barely hear your breathing, quiet and rhythmic. I touch your hair, lightly stroking it, twisting the ends between my fingers ever so gently. Sharp, sweet longing pierces through me, and I lie quietly, just drinking in your presence, my hand resting on the bed, not quite touching you.

  I lie there, still and silent, for what seems an eternity before reaching out, stroking your spine with one finger, right between your shoulder blades, without even moving my hand. You sleep still, unaware of how much your resting body has captivated me, and I repeat the motion a few more times, caressing you, channelling all the wonder, all the joy in me, into that one small simple motion.

  My other hand moves as if of it's own accord, touching your shoulder, cupping it, squeezing softly. Your only response is a quiet murmur as you shift imperceptibly closer. I lean over and leave a lingering kiss on the back of your neck, then lay back, withdraw my second hand, and watch you sleep. I don't want to wake you, just savor the moment of lying here, next to you.

  Eventually I can hold back no longer, and I kiss you again, lightly, then find myself doing so yet again. One hand is playing with your hair, the other stroking your side in long slowly sweeping motions as I cover your back with kisses: taking my time with each one, letting each little motion express not only the desire that is smoldering inside me, but the tenderness that threatens to overwhelm me.

  I run my hand over your shoulder, and down your arm, nuzzling the side of your neck, kissing your ear, forcing myself to move slowly, to keep my touches light. I want you, and yet this moment, lying in bed next to you, is too precious to interrupt. I stop frequently, leaning back, watching you sleep, waiting out the insistent waves of physical longing, letting them fade a bit, then returning to you, fondling you affectionately.

  At some point as I brush my thumb against the back of your hand, I feel you squeeze mine lightly. I try to withdraw, hoping simultaneously that you're awake and that you're still asleep. As I pull my hand back, you turn, rolling over, still holding it, until you're facing me. I stammer quietly, shyly, and try to pull away from you, but you raise my hand to your lips and kiss it soothingly.

  I can see a hint of moonlight in your eyes - just enough to know that you're looking at me. I feel myself blushing, and you chuckle softly, move my hand to my side without letting go of it, lean over, and kiss me on the lips, lightly at first, and then harder, letting go of my hand to hold me. My arms circle around and I hold you close, one hand stroking your back, returning your kisses hungrily.

  You toss the blanket aside with one hand, and push me gently to my back. I open my mouth to tell you - something - what, I have no idea. It doesn't matter. You cover my mouth with yours, drowning out the mere thought of words with the intensity of your kiss. And then you lie next to me, head propped up on one hand, the other hand resting lightly on my stomach. I reach out to you, caressing your cheek with the back of my hand, running a finger over your lips. I can feel you smiling and suddenly notice I'm doing the same.

  Suddenly shy, I withdraw my hand and look away, perfectly aware of the heat rising in my cheeks. You lightly stroke my hair, waiting patiently until I turn back to you, hunger in my eyes. I reach up and take your hand in mine, kissing the back of your palm, and suck slowly on each of your fingers, nibbling at the tips. You lean over and bite my ear, making it hard to concentrate. I focus, trying to show you I'm worthy of your attentions, and you kiss my cheek and lay your head next to mine, blowing softly along my ear. You cradle me in one arm, holding me close, and trace small complex patterns along my shoulders and down my chest

  I bite your neck, growling under my breath, and for the first time I hear your voice, asking what I want. I pull you to me, squeezing your butt with both hands, and whisper fiercely in your ear one single word, "You."

  You smile, capture both my hands in yours and hold them over my head, balancing above me. Is that a trick of shadow or a smirk on your face? Very slowly, you lower yourself, till the tip of your very erect member touches my clit. I gasp involuntarily and shift, lifting myself, trying to get you inside, gazing into what I can see of your eyes, wondering if you can see both the reckless abandon and adoration in my eyes. You move back up, away from me, and chuckle, obviously amused. I grunt a bit unhappily, but settle down, waiting. Still, you hover above me expectantly. Slowly, I lower my eyes and bow my head, wordlessly acknowledging your control.

  You give my wrists a gentle squeeze, still holding them firmly, and again lower yourself, rubbing the very tip of your penis against my clit. I sigh deeply, moving with you, revelling in the feeling but letting you set the pace. You let go of my wrists to play with my already hard nipples, rubbing them, rolling them between your fingers, tracing circles around them. Always gentle, slowly stimulating them until they're hard enough to hurt even without a touch. All the time you're teasing my clit, working me to fever pitch. Always waiting for the signs my body gives away, obvious even in the dark.

  It doesn't take long before I cry out, ready to climax, hands clenched but still in the position you left them in. You immediately pull back, denying me release. You kneel between my legs, your hands on my hips, holding me still. I bite my lip and whimper angrily, reaching down to move your hands away, unthinking, lost in a fog of desire.

  Your voice cuts through, centering me. A single word: "Pet, " just a warning. Your voice is filled with the promise that you WILL make me obey. I move my hands above my head again, but cant stop myself from pouting. You wait a few moments, letting my breathing get back to normal, and then you start stroking my inner thighs, asking me if I truly think I should be allowed release, after waking you up. I smile a bit at the amusement I can hear in your voice, even though you've tried to cover it. You move your hands up, tracing along the outer lips, asking if perhaps I should be punished instead. And then, you flick your thumbnail against my clit, hard, when all I do is whimper and squirm, torn between the instant gratification my body is screaming for and the more intense pleasure I know you are offering.

  You cup your hand around me, pressing your palm against my entrance, and demand an answer, grinding it against me. I close my eyes, closer to climax than I think you know, and respond, my voice shaky. "Yes, Sir. I deserve punishment." Then, pressing against you, unable to stop my body from trying to take what it needs, I let you hear the passion in my voice as I ad a rather demanding, "Please," dropping the demure act long enough to confirm what you suspect - that I am in the mood for this and not just doing as you ask. You withdraw your hand, and I think I catch a brief smile of acknowledgement in the faint moonlight.

  All thoughts are driven from my mind as, without warning, you slide three fingers in me, moving them in and out, brining me back to the edge, while telling me sternly not to come. I clench my teeth, moaning and grunting with the effort of controlling my rea
ctions. You touch each of my nipples in turn with your free hand, confirming by the twin winces that they are still painfully hard, and then move to my clit. You rub it roughly, pinching it, all without missing a beat with your other hand. I hold on, crying with the effort, and you change your angle, driving deeper, pausing to move your fingers against that too-sensitive spot inside me, and then continuing.

  I am begging - both for you to let me climax and for you to stop before I can't control it, but you pay no heed, continuing until my muscles contract around you, then abruptly remove all contact. I shudder several times, coming down, catching my breath. I feel so empty, and want that orgasm so much more after being denied a second time. I wonder idly how many times you will do this to me, both anticipating and dreading the answer. Before I fully recover, you ask for my hands. I hold them out to you, a little surprised at the request. I have a moment of true terror, wondering what on earth you will do to THEM as punishment, before you pull me to a sitting position and then move next to me.

  You arrange the pillows and lean back, lounging comfortably and begin giving instructions. I turn on the lights at your command, find the vibrator, and bring it to you. Now it is my turn to kneel between YOUR legs, ankles together, knees spread. You smile at the view I can't possibly hide, and note the liquid trailing down my leg. You tease me about enjoying my punishment and I flush scarlet. At your command, I turn on the vibrator and slip it in, nodding confirmation that I understand I was, again, NOT to orgasm. Then, with a grin, as I kneel there, struggling to retain my composure, you take my hands in yours, tell me no such rules apply to you, and then guide my hands to your ready and willing cock.