She remained inside her locked apartment for the rest of the day, trying to comprehend what she'd seen earlier. That night Caitlin tossed and turned, restless on her bed, the humidity wasn't helping one bit and no matter how hard she tried, was unable to put the memories of the park out of her mind.
A couple of hours had passed and an uneasy sleep had finally claimed her. However she was woken by a low scratching sound, like a dog's paws upon a hard floor. Caitlin sat bolt upright in bed, surprised that she was sheathed in a cold sweat. As her eyes adjusted to the inky darkness she froze in mortal fear. Something huge and hulking stood at the foot of her bed, looming over her.
Caitlin opened her mouth to scream, but her scream died of fright before it even left her throat. She fumbled for the lightswitch, pressed it and was confronted with her intruder. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was the blue Oni.
"No...no, please!" she pleaded, as he moved closer. She drew in a breath and looked up at him as he stopped in front of her. He towered over her by at least a good two feet, his massive black horns rivalling her entire arm in length. How the hell had he found her and managed to enter her flat? Supernatural abilities? She tried to disguise the fear in her eyes, but knew she did a poor job as such. Still, she squelched the fear in her belly as best as she could and addressed him.
"Please...if you're going to kill me, do it quickly."
The Oni lifted up the box he was holding, which she'd failed to notice until now. With a soft, growling noise, he placed it gently in front of her. She recognised it immediately as the box of cupcakes.
"Oh...." With trembling fingers she opened the box and discovered that only one cupcake remained.
"Is this to be my last meal before death?" she wondered. Suddenly the Oni extended reached out with one large, clawed hand, and she began to tremble. His hands were enormous, and could easily crush a man's skull in one palm. She clenched her eyes shut and braced herself for the blow she was sure to follow, one with perhaps enough power behind it to end her life.
A gentle tickling sensation travelled the length of her arm, and she shivered, reopening her eyes and looking down to where the Oni had placed one finger at her shoulder and was now deftly tracing the delicate outline of her bicep. He made a series of what sounded like low guttural grunts, and it took her a moment to realize that he was chuckling.
She moved her hand as his continued to travel the length of her arm, and she closed her fingers over his wrist as best as she could, given the width of arm was nearly twice of hers. A shudder went through him at her touch, and she could see his corded muscles ripple with sinew. His power was simultaneously frightening and beautiful, and Caitlin found that she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was incredibly rugged. A tiger-skin loincloth wound about his waist, falling almost to his knees, and his chest was bare. He wore thick gold bands round his wrists and ankles.
He moved his hand again, towards her head, and lifted a lock of her pale gold hair in his palm, examining it closely, going so far as to sniff at it with his wide nostrils. Caitlin stumbled back in abrupt panic, withdrawing her hand and wondering if he intended to eat her after all. The Oni dropped the strand of her hair in apparent surprise, mouthing some grunts she didn't understand.
"What do you want with me?" she stammered, wondering why he hadn't attacked her already.
The Oni pointed to the cupcake and mouthed in barely audible speech, "Cake...good. Good offering. Oni enjoyed."
Caitlin blinked. He thought the cupcakes she'd accidentally left behind had been an offering to him? Then she remembered how it was custom to leave little gifts at shrines.
"D-didn't you want this last one?" she said.
The Oni chuckled again. "We share...yes? I like."
She nodded. She wasn't going to disagree with a seven foot ogre-like being. Maybe in sharing this cake her life would be spared. Was this some kind of test to see if she was of good character?
Caitlin broke the cupcake in half. Her fear had destroyed any kind of appetite she possessed and the thought of eating the sugary treat made her feel nauseous. But she had no choice. With a trembling hand she offered him the other half of the cake. He took it gently from her hand and ate it quickly. She gritted her teeth and did the same. When they'd finished, the Oni took her hand again and she gulped, fearing what was to come next.
I'm to be the second course. She thought.
Then to Caitlin's great surprise, the Oni placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
She instantly blushed, feeling a sudden heat spread across her cheeks and into her ears. She opened her mouth as though to speak, but no words, not even a sound, came from her lips.
The Oni looked up at her with a bashful grin, straightening but not letting go of her hand. It seemed to Caitlin that the deep blue of his face was tinted with a delicate shade of red as well. She realised her mouth was still hanging open in utter shock, and she closed it quickly.
She felt his hand on her face, and he tilted her chin up gently to look him in the eye again. She marveled at the primitive beauty of him, the muscles that ran the length of his arms and legs, his chiselled abdominals and toned pectorals. Moved by her own fascination, she got out of bed and reached up. Even on her tiptoes, she couldn't make it to his face, but he understood her intention, and bent lower so that she might stroke his cheek. His hand explored her visage, running the length of her jaw line with a single finger, stopping at the tip of her chin before moving to brush aside her hair. She shivered as his digits ran through her tresses, a tremble of delight running the course of her spine and throughout her entire body, her flesh prickling at the sensuality of his touch.
His fingers moved to her lips, and she exhaled a shuddering breath, her own hand resting against the side of his face. She interlaced the digits of her other hand with his, and she felt a delicious shudder travel through his body. He leaned in close to her face, and the thought of him wanting to eat her didn't even cross Caitlin's mind; after all, if he'd wanted to harm her, he would have done it by this point.
She caught her breath as his lips closed over hers, and she almost pulled away, not so much out of fear, but for the fact that he was, of all things, an ogre. And yet, she found herself unable to resist, and she melted against him, kissing him back hesitantly at first, but growing more passionate as she realised just how right it felt to have their lips pressed together in that intoxicating and heated moment of affection. He moaned deep in the back of his throat, creating a gentle vibration against her mouth, and she snaked her arms about his torso.
Her heart fluttered in her chest as the massive Oni leaned towards her, gently closing his lips over hers as his eyelids slid shut. This time she kissed him back boldly, and without hesitation. He lay back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him, throwing into sharp contrast how much smaller she really was than him. His hands encircled her tiny waist, their lips locked together in a passionate embrace. Caitlin felt as though the spark that had ignited within her at their first kiss had been fanned into an ill-controlled flame, and the fire threatened to consume her, yet still she kissed him, spurred on by his deep moans of pleasure as she slipped her tongue between his teeth to explore his mouth. His fingers grasped at her hair, holding her so tightly she thought she might break.
She slithered down his torso, breathless with desire, found him erect and ready for her and was very grateful that he chose to wear only a loincloth. She hiked up the hem of her nightdress and moved her hips so that she was situated kneeling above him for one deliciously tentative moment, her thighs parted and ready to receive him, and then she lowered herself slowly onto his massive blue shaft. The Oni's eyes clenched shut and his jaw slackened, expelling a lustful groan of delight as she pushed him further inside her. He arched his back and pressed his hips into hers, his fingers clutching desperately at the cotton bedsheets and his entire body trembling. Caitlin too, realised that she was shaking, but she moved carefully, pleasantly surprised that all of his cock fit inside her. The Oni rocked
himself into a seated position, and Caitlin leaned into him, the feel of him moving deep within her causing her breath to intensify all the more until she was practically gasping for air. She had never felt more aware of her own body, of the minute sensations that coursed through her veins like an electrical pulse each time he thrusted. His fingers clawed at her back, tearing the fabric of her nightdress as easily as though it were paper, exposing her milky shoulders and the tops of her breasts. Her own tiny hands clutched and scrabbled at the Oni's flesh, clinging on desperately as though the sheer ecstasy of making love to him would devour her whole. His thrusts were punctuated by lustful growls as he increased his speed, holding her tightly by the waist. Caitlin locked her slender legs around his torso, tossing her head back in ecstasy as she rode him.
"Oh God," she whispered, her voice rising to a powerful cry as she felt herself approaching her peak. "Oh...yes ...!" Her orgasm burst forth like a tidal wave crashing over her and she screamed wildly in euphoria. Her blue lover rolled his head back into a great roar as he released into her, and then she collapsed over top of him, their bodies slick with sweat and their limbs trembling in the afterglow. She snuggled up beside him in the crook of his big arm, resting her head delicately against his shoulder before sinking into a deep sleep.
The sun had already risen fairly high when Caitlin awoke. She felt simultaneously groggy and euphoric, as though she were still trapped in the throes of some happy dream. The Oni and events of last night. It had to have been a dream – right? Opening her eyes she noticed her torn nightgown, the empty cupcake box and felt a slight soreness between her thighs. Then she noticed the large gold bracelet on the pillow beside her. Her eyes widened as she picked it up. It was thick and heavy. It was one of the Oni's bracelets. A parting gift. She clutched it to her chest and flopped weakly against the pillow. It had been real after all. She tried read the kanji inscribed on the side of the bracelet as best she could.
A random encounter will lead to many great things.
Caitlin smiled as she took it all in. She wondered how many other human women had secretly "encountered" the Oni. Maybe she was the only one. Maybe this was just the start of many more encounters...
The End.
The Darkroom
Miriam folded her clothes, placed them neatly into her allocated locker and gave her body a once over in the changing room mirror. Not bad for a woman in her mid thirties she thought to herself, her stomach was still flat, her breasts still full and pert if a little on the large side. Her only drawback as she saw it was that her long dark nipples had disproportionately large areoles, but then nobody would see them tonight. Altogether she was doing all right, good enough to be worth fucking anyway. She squared her shoulders, hung her key around her neck, took a deep breath and prepared herself to enter 'The Darkroom' for the very first time.
She had discovered the existence of the club while exploring swingers clubs on the internet in one of her more adventurous evenings. Not that originally she'd had any intention of attending one. How can you swing when you're single?
But the concept behind this particular establishment intrigued her. Operating as a private members club to stay within the law, it encouraged singles to be members as well as couples, but that wasn't the attraction. It was the total anonymity that drew her. She had long wanted to push at her own sexual boundaries but the prospect of meeting an erstwhile partner in the street the next day had so far kept her in line. With the Darkroom that wouldn't happen.
For one thing it was located in a town about thirty miles south of her own, and for a second, no-one ever saw who else was there. There was a reception, a couple of changing rooms, and the main room where everyone met and where all the action took place, and that room was kept in total darkness. It was a large room, according to a photo on the webpage, around twenty-five feet by forty, with a platform around three sides, about a foot in height and six in depth, and padded with thick comfortable foam rubber under cotton sheets. Condoms and lubes for anyone who wanted either were kept in little racks attached to the walls, but apart from that the whole place was bare.
The rules were simple. Members must never give away their identity or try and discover that of anyone else, and 'no' most definitely meant 'no'. Anyone who broke either of these rules would be immediately banned - no discussions, no exceptions. Otherwise, anything that was legal was permissible.
A last quick check on her anxieties and then she grabbed the door handle ready to walk stark naked into a room full of strangers. There were quite a few in tonight, the woman who had signed her in had told her, not thinking that this was Miriam's first time and that such information only served to increase her nervousness. Never mind, she wasn't to know how Miriam felt, and it was only intended to convey that there was plenty of fun to be had tonight. She turned the handle and pulled, only to be faced with a tiny broom cupboard like space and a second door.
Of course, she thought, an airlock for light - a 'light-lock' - to keep the room in complete darkness. So they really did take anonymity seriously, that was good to know. She stepped into the cupboard, closed the door, took a final deep breath and opened the other, stepping resolutely through and closing it behind her.
She stood with a pounding heart, listening to subtle noises that betrayed the presence of others, and waited for her eyes to adjust, only to realise that in the complete darkness they never could. Never mind, she was there, she'd actually done it. Now all she had to do was to find a free place and see what happened. She set off in a random direction, forward but slightly to the left, holding one hand out in front of her and sliding her right foot forward over the carpet so as to find any obstacle before it tripped her. Slowly she edged across the open space until her toes ran up against the platform, and then she reached down, gingerly exploring and finding that she had, by chance, found an unoccupied spot. She sat down and eased herself on, sliding her bottom backwards before lying out full length, terrified and exhilarated in equal parts.
She lay listening to the noises around her. Apart from a general background noise of soft movements and breathing there were more specific sounds betraying kisses and sighs and skin sliding over skin. A little to her left she could hear a woman making urgent little pleasure noises, though she had no idea what they were induced by, and away to her right was the rhythmic sounds of actual lovemaking. She smiled to herself with excitement. If anyone had told her a month ago that she would have been lying naked in a room full of randy strangers, she would have laughed in their faces. Now, as she lay and listened to what was going on around her she could feel her body responding, getting ready to join in. She was determined that whatever opportunity presented itself tonight, she would not back away. Anything with anybody she had solemnly promised herself.
In the darkness she lay and let her own hands roam gently over her skin, imagining it was someone else and convinced that it soon would be. On her palm she could feel the thud of her heartbeat through her chest and her nipples were hard and engorged under her fingertips. Her left hand stopped and fondled her breast, but the other travelled on, down over her stomach until her fingertips were brushing over her freshly shaven pubes. She stopped, suddenly aware of what she was doing, but then she shrugged mentally, realising that nobody could see her even if they cared, and she opened her legs to let her hand play between them.
It was amazingly exciting, lying gently masturbating with her legs wide apart in a room full of strangers, listening to the sounds of sex going on all around her. A door opened and closed as someone came in, but she couldn't tell which changing room they had come from. Nor did she really care, she was lost in her own, almost audio-voyeuristic world, present in the middle of random and casual sex, but not yet a participant. Her finger rubbed gently on her clit and she could feel the excitement turning into arousal.
The noises to her left had stopped, but away to her right she could hear the growling grunts of a man thrusting deep as he climaxed. She shuddered from pure exhilaration at how naughty
she felt, listening and playing in the dark. For all she knew that man was her own next door neighbour or her supervisor from work, the speculation only served to stimulate her further. She spread her legs wider to be even more daring, recoiling slightly but only momentarily as she felt her knee come up against another leg.
She let her knee rest on the disembodied leg, wondering if it were male or female, and wondering if its owner had registered the contact. Female, she thought from its smoothness, not that it mattered. She wondered if the woman, if such it was, knew what she was doing, if she could feel the tiny rhythmic movements of her knee as she masturbated, and decided that she almost certainly could. Her heart pounded even more to know that someone, a stranger, was probably aware that she was masturbating, and she could feel the very first signs of a possible orgasm.
For a few moments nothing happened, but then a hand landed on her leg. A couple of fingers at first as the woman groped out in the darkness, but then a whole hand settled just above her knee. She gasped quietly at the adrenalin the touch produced, but she didn't move away, reminding herself of her promise. Again, for a few seconds nothing happened, but then the hand was removed and the contact with her leg ceased as she sensed movement next to her. She could hear breathing now and a hand was placed back on her leg. She realised that the person had rolled over to face her and that they were literally inches apart in the darkness now. The thrill of it made her rub herself even more vigorously, her nascent orgasm beginning to grow, especially as she became aware that the hand had moved around to her inner thigh and was now slowly but surely moving towards her pussy and her own energetic fingers.
'Don't stop me.' She whispered into the dark.
'I won't.' The soft feminine voice was very close to her ear. 'I just want to feel you come.'
Acting on impulse she released the breast she had been fondling as she played and reached out, encircling the stranger's shoulders and drawing her closer. The woman shuffled nearer and Miriam could feel her body against her side, soft little breasts touching her own larger ones and slim thighs pressing up against the underside of her own widespread leg. The hand moved even closer to her pussy, resting at the top of her thigh, so close that Miriam could feel the side of it touching the first swell of her pussy lips. She was getting close to coming now, the intimate proximity of another woman making her feel hotter still. She found to her amazement that the idea of sharing her pleasure with someone else was adding to her arousal.
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