After dinner, when the kids are put to sleep

We sit on the couch, tired but there is a need

a need for flesh to be touched

arms around you, lips engulfed in a burning sun

and you break it asking me - “what do you want??”

I merely say - “tease me...”

You look at me and smile, get up - stand before me

Rocking your hips in a hypnotic rhythm

you begin your dance to the music of our hunger

I reach up to touch but you smack at my hands - “no touching...”

Belt comes off as you turn around and it goes flying

Hands on pants, and hips are gyrating making

me burn for you as you swing around with

thumbs on waist, you jerk the pants over your hips that

full round ass knowing how I love

that amazing ass you have

Pants on floor, hands running up

and down your thighs

you turn around and thumbs hooked in

panties you twist to see me as your

hands move to wide hips and

that full ass - “is this what you want?”

I nod and you say -

“Tell me, I want to hear what you want...”

“Let me see your ass...”

“Come and get it...”

I stand but hold up your hand

you command - “no, **on your knees...**”

I drop to my knees, cock rock hard

looking as you stand looking away from me,

twerking your cheeks,

a feat that took you so long to learn

I crawl until I get to your heels and

put my hands on your calves and

you step away - “No touching”

shaking your finger at me.

You walk back to me hips gyrating,

you stand so close to me, I can tell

you are wet through your panties as you like this too -

“this tease is just for you and only you...”

and she continues her dance as she turns

and brings her panties down, bending over in front of me...

With panties removed, she backs

up so close to me...“Is this what you want?”

“yes I say...” the burn of anticipation

consuming me - “Do you want me like this? Bent over in front of you...”

she gets up and turns around and walks to me

and puts her hand behind my head

"...or is this what you want...” as she brings

my head so close to her hairless pussy...

and as I raise my hands **smack**

“No touching...which way do you want me”

And she pulls off her top and bra at the same time

I can smell her sex as she is leaking...

turned on by the power she has over me...

“I want you bent over..” She looks at me

and with a mischievous grin, she raises an eyebrow.

“Good boy...now you may touch...”

and she turns in front of me with

her glorius ass and bends over...

as I am rewarded with hands on flesh...

"Cole?"

Jessica takes a few steps towards him as he walks to her.

"Seen something you like?" She asks while biting down on her lower lip.

In a series of fast movements, Cole grips the girl by the throat and slams her to the wall. A moan leaves her before he speaks. "Don't play games with me Jessica! I'm not in the mood for your shit. Do you not realise I'd destroy you, little girl?"

"Destroy me daddy. Show me how it feels..."

He squeezes her throat harder and she struggles for breath. Her arms come up and pull at his large hand.

"Don't test me Jessica!"

He releases her throat and watches as she gasps in a deep breath and slumps her body against the wall. Cole walks from the bathroom, his parting words called without a backward glance. "The bathroom door stays shut."

Rejection simmers in Jessicas mind and the feeling soon turns to anger, determination and arousal. He's forcing a chase.

She stops the stupid ennuendos again and this time she just shows that she wants him. This time, there's no point it pretending to be the good girl she thought he wanted. No more lies. But there are still plenty of games to play.

                           ~~*~~

Cole was on his way home from work and his cock was again rock hard. He could fucking kill her. He know he wants to fuck her, but as her dad's best friend, he needs to lay off. She's out of bounds. Forbidden and that as always, only makes the desire stronger.

He could have fucked her silly and threw her aside by now. He could have rammed his cock so hard up her against the bathroom wall that she still wouldn't be able to walk properly when she's back in her daddy's arms. Not that he'd notice, he pays no attention to the girl. That's why she's so wayward.

He pulls up to the drive and tries to clear his mind of her. Her naked body, her plump moaning mouth. He blanks. He gets out if his car and he unlocks the front door. As soon as he enters, the sounds attack him and his dick is again, straining against his trousers.

"Aah. Yeah, fuck me harder." is heard from the distance. Cole stills, and allows the noises to crowd him. His cock growing harder by the second.

"That's right. Ahhhh. Yeah. Faster."

He slowly walks to her room. Her noises and filthy words only ringing in his ears louder than before. He stands by the closed white door of the teenagers room, listening to her before pushing the door and letting it swing open.

Jessica sits on her knees on the bed. The laptop open and in front of her. Her large breasts and stomach are naked and all that covers her lower half are a pair of tiny pale pink silk panties. She bounces up and down as though riding a cock that doesn't exist.

"Yeah, get that massive dick in my arse!" She moans. Still bouncing. Directing her words to the screen.

She turns and looks at Cole, continuing her sexual movements and smiles. "Aah yeah baby. Keep going."

Cole storms towards her and pulls the screen towards him. An old fat man is visible through the laptop, his cock being pumped by one sweaty hand.

Cole tries to push Jessica away, his hands sliding against her naked breasts.

She bounces harder, "Yeah! Come on. Come on my face." She giggles after the words as Coles face shows shock and he tries hard, to shield her from the perverted audiences view.

"Stop it!"

"Fuck my holes. Make me your slut." She uses the overly sexual voice still, her bounces forcing her heavy tits to thrust against his arms and hands. But she directs the words at him.

"Hmm, screw me like the big man you are. Claim me." 

Cole manages to slam the laptop shut and somehow tackles Jessicas writhing body. They fall from the bed onto the floor.

His body pressed into hers proves his excitement, he would have otherwise hid.

"Please." She whispers.

She presses her mouth to his slowly. Gently. And he allows her to. But he doesn't kiss her back. And he doesn't move away.

"You're hard. You want this as much as me."

She grinds herself against him, biting down on her lip.

"I can be your dirty little secret."

Jessica had arrived at Coles at 4.33pm. The car dropped her and her bags off before speeding away and leaving her at the large drive.

She dragged her large bag closer to the house as Cole opened the door and watched. "Hey, you gonna help me or just stand there watching?" She calls to him.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me Jessica? I can't be doing with a brat in the house." He picked her heavy bag up easily and held it high on his shoulder as she walked along side him.

She looked at him from beneath her lashes and with a smirk, finally replied. "I thought you'd rather me be a bad girl Uncle Cole."

He dropped the bag back at her feet, stalling her by the steps of the house. "Bad girls don't get it easy Jessica. And they won't get rewarded. Don't make your stay any harder than it has to be." And with that, Cole walks into the house and leaves her to struggle once again.

Jessica realises she's going to have to up her game for this man. If she doesn't get what she wants, then she's going to make his life miserable while she's with him.

                            ~~*~~

It was 8.30 when she put her plan into action. She'd placed her things in their new places in her temporary home, listened to music and painted her nails a bright neon pink. Cole had occasionally knocked on her door and asked if she wanted a drink, or food or any help with anything. 

She responded neutrally. Knocking off the come hither look and as she guessed he would, he began to relax around her.

She stood before her bedroom mirror after stripping down and carefully mastered her surprised look. And then she loosely wrapped a small towel around her body, barely covering her essential areas. Tucked an old mp3 player into her cleavage and grabbed a few skimpy g-strings and a peekaboo bra. Game time.

As Jessica walked through the living room to the kitchen, she bobbed her head to her music and swung a red g-string around her finger. She completely blanked Cole as he stared at the near naked teenager with his mouth open. She didn't look his way as he stood and walked towards her, and she didn't pay any attention to him as she bent down toward the washing machine.

That's when he grabbed her arm, and she spun toward him, gasping out as though the touch had scared her and just as planned the towel dropped from her body.

Cole stared. And he stared hard, her shocked expression was perfect but he only glanced at her face for mere seconds as his reaction was to stare at her body. Her tits pert and round, pink nipples standing proud. Her pussy shaved to a smooth silkiness never guessed of until touched.

"Uncle Cole!" She squeeked. And then she bent down, grabbed the towel from her feet and ran from the room.

As soon as she stood alone in the bathroom she giggled to herself. Her plan is working as she knew it would, and there's more to go. She leaves the door wide open so the bathroom doesn't clog with steam and then quickly turns on the shower before stepping into the small cubicle.

She knows he'll come to apologise. He shouldn't have stared, and a teenage girl like her could have taken a serious confident drop from such a humiliating thing to happen.

She puts her music on through her phone and places it in the windowsill to stop it from becoming wet.

Jessica washes herself slowly, sensually as if there was somebody watching. She moves her hips to the music as the water streams down and over her body. It's a carefree moment that people go through on a daily basis. She doesn't touch herself sexually, but it would probably be viewed as erotic anyway.

By the time she finishes washing her hair. She knows it's time to check.

She rolls her stomach and grinds her hips as the song begins to fade, and she turns to the door. He stands there, watching.

Keeping her face neutral, she opens the glass door of the cubicle, the steam non existent anyway.

"Cole?"

Her breath came heavy and hard. The adrenaline pumped through her veins and her legs shaked with exhaustion. She had never felt the excitement build so much, but she was forcing the rise higher still.

Each thrust took her closer to the sky and each pain shooting through her body only caused her heart to beat harder.

And then she reached it.

Everything suddenly looked brighter as she finally broke through the wall. She'd heard of it before. Most people stop running when they hit the wall, but she continued. Needing the adrenaline her body desperately craved. A sexual excitement simmered within her as she ran the block another three times.

She'd had enough when her body was threatening to drop and walked the street to her house. She turned down the music through her headphones as she walked the small Hall to the kitchen.

There her father stood talking to a man almost a foot taller than him. His shoulders broad and his muscles visible through his tight tshirt. He wore similar clothes to her like he'd been at the gym. Unlike her father who wore his suit and tie still.

The thirty something year old man turned to her as he laughed and she watched as a muscle at his throat worked. His bright blue eyes shining in glee.

"This is your Uncle Cole, Jessica." Her father said, nodding toward the man. Cole smiled at her in a polite way before turning to get his drink.

"He's not my uncle. He's just your friend. Looks different from when I was little too." She brushes past him as she reaches into the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. "Guess you just got... Bigger."

"Don't be rude Jessica. He's basically your Uncle. He's been my closest friend since school. And he's the only one I'd trust to take care of you." She watches as her dad packs more papers away into the briefcase always in his hand.

"What do you mean dad?"

His response was fast and cold. "Don't give me any of your shit Jess. Cole has kindly said you can stay with him while I have the meetings in Canada. I've got to many set up to keep coming back."

"What the fuck?! I can stay here dad, I'm alright on my own."

"I thought so too until your last stunt." Jess stopped arguing and looked at Cole as he stood with a smirk. She knew she wouldn't win this battle but she was already planning her next.

"So Uncle Cole, I'm going to be staying with you." She arched her back in a false need of stretching her shoulders back. A moan leaving her small plump mouth. "Have you ever handled a teenager before? Will you know how to cope with my needs?"

Her father was busy checking work over to pay attention to her as usual, and had no idea that she was such a minx that he didn't raise an eye when she spoke as she did.

"Course I'll know how to look after you Jessica. Ground you if you're a little shit."

She saw hi look her body up and down. She knew he didn't miss the way she moved. Her leggings and sports bra left little to the imagination and she was about to play a game that she didn't even know the rules of.

Aiden stirred as the bright light broke through his blue curtains. His messy brown hair stood in all directions as he ran his hand through it and moaned at another shit day ahead of him.

He was a grumpy person in the mornings. Had been since he could remember. Swinging his feet out of bed, one foot landed on his sock and the other landed in last night's pizza. “Ergh, fucking pizza!” he scowled at the old food as though it was to blame and used the sock to clean his poor abused foot.

With no plans his thoughts rode straight to the girl next door. She was lovely. A blonde little thing that giggled when he spoke to her and flirted like there was no tomorrow. They only moved in two days ago and she already fancied the fuck out of him. He'd lived in Susan's house since he was 11 and his parents went missing. It didn't hurt as much any more.

Pulling back the curtains he stood in his naked skin and checked the weather. It was warm today. The sun warmed his body through the glass and glared into his eyes. That's when he saw her.

In the window directly opposite his he saw the naked silhouette as she moved. The blonde hair cascading down her back kept blocking the view of her lovely ripe tits and he almost came all over himself as he realised she was putting lotion on her body.

She started at her ankles, bending slightly to one side and lifting a foot onto the dresser. She slowly slid her hand up over her calves and thighs, rubbing in small circles over her small waist. And then continued up, turning to reveal move of what was getting him so excited. She squeezes against her gorgeous tits and massages the white lotion into her supply flesh.

Aidens cock twitched and grew as he watched the innocent show before him. His eyes zoomed in on her body. Now fully turned towards him, he realises him mistake. But it's too late.

His hand is already stroking against the hardness of his dick when he realises that it's not Abigail. It's not the pretty little blonde. It's her hot mother.

He freezes, strokes an inch more then stops again. He's confused and needy. She hasn't looked at him yet and he thinks he'll be able to get away with it.

He fights himself. Aiden is for once stuck with what to do. Then as if fate is listening, he gets a sign.

She still looks away from the window but slowly rubs back down her body before parting her legs slightly. He strokes again.

She slides a hand against her shaven mound and arches her neck. She needs release. That's a sign of tension and he knows it. Aiden begins to tug on his cock harder as he watches the milf gently rock against her own hand. Porn scenarios are rushing through his head as he realises he's in a real life porn situation and he tugs harder as her lips form the shape of an obvious moan.

With her other hand she grips onto her left tit and she begins to move faster. She's getting desperate, and Aiden is about to blow. He pushes his body flat against the glass. He wishes he could be in that room. He wishes he could smell her as she plays.

His orgasm hits him just as she half turns to the window and draws the curtain shut. A smile on her face. She laughs as Aiden spills his juice up the warm glass of the window.

Ummm. I stretch. My body feels so fucking good. It's finally being satisfied. I roll over and push my arm out to pull her in to me. Whoever says a morning fuck is a bad thing are mentally fucking stumped.

My hand doesn't reach her soft warm body. My fingertips grasp at the cold sheets.

Shit.

My eyes shoot open and I look around the room before jumping up and running to the bathroom. She isn't here.

I yank the jeans up to my waist and shove my feet into my boots. I've got to find her before she gets away. Again.

Grabbing ahold of the handle, I yank. The muscles in my arm jump but the door doesn't budge.

Bitch has locked it from the outside.

I throw my body against the door. The wood rattles but it's gonna take forever to break.

I go again.

And again.

And again....

****

My chest burns. I don't know if I can run like this much longer. I can't let him find me, and I push myself further.

I don't know my way around the new club and already I'd been blocked by two closed and locked doors.

I left the building via glass doors by the kitchen area. The grass seemed to go on forever but I'm finally nearing the woods.

The twigs cut into my bare feet and branches snap against my aching body.

I'm lucky he forgot to use the belt last night. I can't let this opportunity go to waste.

I need to stop. Even if it's for a few minutes. I fall against the trunk of a tree and get my breathing under control.

After a couple of minutes I stand back up. I can hear shouting in the distance.

They're coming for me.

Run.

****

I broke it down after ten minutes of slamming my shoulder into the hard wood.

After I ran downstairs I found none of the doors have been unlocked yet. I know she's exited through the kitchen.

I will find her. It's hard to find the exit from the woods.

I've got six guys searching with me. They're on the payroll. They can fucking earn it.

Another slut not even taking a day to think about leaving.

Drew catches up and keeps pace with my running footsteps.

"The fuck you doing Jake? You said she left. Why she here? And why is she running?"

Oh yeah, I'll stand and have a nice natter with you now shall I?!

"Talk later Drew. Kinda busy right now. All you need to know, is I decided to keep her."

He stops running with me just before I get to the woods. I know he won't want to get involved. He only sees the dangerous side of me and my Angel.

I'm snapping branches out of my way when I he shouts again.

"You need to let her go Jake."

The fuck I do!

I can here other footsteps in the woods. Others are in here too.

The heavy running steps can be heard in different directions.

But somewhere, somewhere beneath it all, are lighter ones.

I can hear her.

****

I can hear the stamping of heavy, fast bodies all around me and I panic. I lurch forward and sprint in the same direction not thinking about where I'm going.

It's not fair of him to do this to me. He knows nothing about me. Who I am, or what I've been through since he left me broken in a hospital bed.

He knew I still had breath. He didn't wait for anything else. He left.

Footsteps close in on me and I look behind as I continue to run. Escape tastes close.

He's there.

He's just visible through the trees. He sees me too. His shouts prove it.

"Christina! Stop!"

I don't stop. I try hard to push forward.

I spin my head round to check again. He's getting closer.

Looking forward, I've only ran a few more paces when a big man steps out from a tree.

He smiles in victory.

Pulls back his fist,

And slams it into my face.

Pain screeches through my body and I drop to the floor in agony.

I hear Jakes pounding steps as he catches up to our location.

He passes me by a few steps. And as my vision begins to blur and darken, watch as his beast mode comes into focus.

He punches the big guy to the floor. His fist repeatedly slams into the guys broken face....

****

I saw her. My dreams so close when Zayde stepped from the trees. I shouted no before he even pulled back his fist.

I watch as his fist crashes into my Angel. She drops to the floor like he stole her soul. She doesn't scream. She doesn't cry.

I hit him the exact same way he hit her. The mist doesn't ease away from my mind or eyes until he doesn't make noise anymore.

I see my fist is smashing into a mess, his face no longer a face.

They pull me away and I have to fight them to get to her.

She doesn't move. Her eyes closed. With my heart thudding a powerful beat, I see she still breathes.

Her bare legs and arms are covered in little cuts. The branches.

She was that eager to get away she didn't even put her shoes on.

Does she hate me that much. I told her I needed her last night.

Does that mean nothing to her?

Am I supposed to let her go?

It feels like I am. It feels like I should want her to be happy.

But I'm selfish.

I want her to stay with me...

James rushed as Lacey wandered his home. She picked things up with disinterest before placing them back down.

"What should I wear Lacey? Where are we going?"

She turned with one of her beautiful smiles and answered him. "I'm taking you to a little club I frequent. It's a bit of a naughty club. Nothing too bad though. Dress smartly. Wear a shirt."

He continued to rush. And eventually appeared before her wearing black trousers and a white shirt that fitted close to his strong abs. "Will this do ok Lacey?"

"Yes pet. That'll do just fine."

She turned to leave and he took the time to examine her. She wore a trench coat that cinched in at the waist, falling down to just above her knees. She wore stockings that had a line running from the back of her ankle right up to where it disappeared beneath her coat. Her black stilettos showed the red underneath as she took each step and he was so turned on that he used all of his mental patience to try and calm down.

"Where are we going exactly Lacey?" He asked as he locked the door behind him. "Do I need the car?"

"I ordered a taxi. It's outside." She said with a wink. He guessed she must have been pretty sure he'd go with her since she already ordered a car. But he knew he'd never say no anyway.

Sitting in the taxi was torture for James. He desperately wanted to place his hand on her thigh, just where her dress had slid up exposing her stockings. He needed to get his mind of off her sitting beside him, within touching distance.

"So, about the folder Lacey..."

"Not now James. We're almost there. I want you to meet my friends, ok?"

"Sure, but I just need-"

And with that, Lacey closed the distance between them and with a whisper like tenderness, brushed her lips against his. It was soft, it was sweet, it was terrifying. James immediately became hard and he needed more. She'd shown him what she could do already. This was a kiss for lovers, people in love. And he needed everything she could give him. He pushed forward for more and was met with her hand pressing against his chest.

"That's enough James. We're here."

James panted. His breath coming fast and strong, from such a swift, gentle kiss. He let his gaze wander to where the taxi had parked outside. A house? He thought they were going to a club. Her club.

"Mm lacey?" He turned to ask what was going on to see her already stepping from the taxi. Her coat pulling up to show the flesh of her thighs before dropping and covering herself again.

"Come along James." She calls, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He rushes to catch her up, skipping around the taxi to the other side of the road.

He stared up at the small house as the cabbie sped away, payment not needed. The house wasn't exactly in disrepair but in serious need of a lick of paint. The wood around the windowsills had crumbled with age and the yellow door looks like it was once white. The 6 on the number 176 missing, leaving the surface beneath where it once was lighter than the rest.

Lacey pushed the door open without knocking and entered,  beckoning James to follow. The foyer area was small. As big as his own bathroom. A women came rushing down the stairs, her messy brown hair shoved into a bun atop her head. Her tracksuit bottoms low on his waist. Her bright pink cropped top showing off her tight abs and a shining belly ring. Her feet bare.

"Alright Lace?" She asked with a wink. "Got my money for this month?"

Lacey replies with only a smile and gently hands over a thick envelope. James is sure he is witnessing a drug deal go down, and stands quietly with his hands in his pockets. The girl grins after checking the white package and leads the way into her small kitchen.

The kitchen is clean and tidy, but some kind of rope holds the oven door shut and the left window is boarded. A gentle thud of music can be heard in the distance and the girl slips her flip flops on and turns to leave. "Elsie's already here."  She mutters.

As she closes the door, another opens. In the corner of the room, a closet door is opened and a giggling woman falls from the door, pulling a long a man in a business suit by his tie. They kiss deeply, not ashamed by their show. And then continue on their way. No sign given to show they've seen James or lacey.

With a grip on James's hand Lacey pulls him towards the closet. He hesitates at the door,unsure of why they're entering. They're not 11, for Christ's sake. He didn't plan on 7 minutes in heaven.

"Don't worry James." Lacey murmurs with a soft smile. She pushes the second door open and pulls him into the pound of erotic music. The beat loud and heavy, the smell of sweat and something sweet drifts to his nostrils, luring him further down the dark steps.

When they reach the bottom,James is amazed at what lies before him. Beneath the small house. A huge Hall and bar is full of writhing bodies. Some people sit at small tables and boothes talking amongst themselves. It only takes him seconds to see the scattered women that hold leashes with human pets being pulled along.

And it only takes a moment for him to spot the women on the small stages dancing with little to no clothing on. He was in heaven. This must be heaven.

Lacey smirks at him before slipping her coat of to reveal her deep red, still sophisticated short dress. Her cleavage now on show. She giggles before speaking over her shoulder and walking into the crowd of excited people.

"Calm yourself James. Welcome to the Watershed."

My first attempt at eroticism... with a bit of horror.

"Hi, you must be Lindsey," her voiced called.

Lindsey glanced away from her drink and noticed the beautiful woman seated next to her. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she politley asked.

"Oh goodness," the stranger gasped, realizing her mistake. "Sorry, I thought you were somebody else."

"Well if it's any comfort my name is actually Lindsey."

"Well nice to meet you. I'm Mara." the strange woman layed out her hand before Lindsey. Lindsey didn't want to seem rude, so she politely graced the woman's hand with her touch and shook it.

The woman looked around the bar room for her date. Lindsey saw the disappointment in her face, she let out a light sigh. "Looks like my date's not showing up tonight." her amber eyes locked onto Lindsey and smiled. "Guess you'll have to fill in for now."

"That's not needed," Lindsey politely declined. "I just came to drink alone."

"Ah but that's no fun. Drinking should be done with friends."

"I don't have a lot of friends."

"Well consider me now part of your new best friend," Mara signaled the bartender two more drinks for herself and Lindsey. Lindsey didn't quite understand. Why would this beautiful woman want to hang out with someone like her? This stranger was beautiful with her red silk dress, long flowing hair that was black as leather, her blood-red lipstick, and her lustful yellow eyes at shined like a predator in the night. Not to mention her super model perfect form. No curves, no thin stature, and perfect C-cup sized breasts. Lindsey was certainly not like her. Short red hair that was always a mess, petite body, unathletic, freckles splattered over her face, and blind as a bat without her glasses. Even her breasts weren't anything to brag about.

This woman was clearly older than her—likely in her early-30s—and yet she chose to hang around with this young girl just twenty-three and straight out of college, starting to deeply question her whole life. A Bachelor's degree in chemistry and not a clue where to go. Deep down Lindsey questioned her choices in life on whether she made the right decisions, and questioned if this was the path she wanted all along. She even questioned her own sexuality over and over again. She didn't have much luck with dating men, not that she gave dating a real chance. But she wondered deep down if women were more of her taste. Perhaps it's the alcoholo tricking her but she was finding herself attracted to Mara, and Mara was also sensing her attraction. It was like an enchanting aroma has filled the air and sweuded Lindsey into Mara's affection.

Maybe a few drinks more, Lindsey thought. She then took one of the shooters that Mara ordered and sipped its liquid contents down. A few drinks later Mara leaned into Lindsey's ear. "Do you wanna get outta here and have some fun at your place?"

"What about your date?"

"I'll be honest," Mara explained. "I never had one to begin with. I've been watching you for a bit. You were always meant to be my date."

A shy smile curled on Lindsey's lips. She was flaunted by Mara's enchanting spell. The two paid their tabs and left the bar for Lindsey's aparment, which was not far from the bar. Mara clinged to her hand like a child, so tight and trusting, as she was led back to the apartment. It didn't take long before they arrived at outside Lindsey's apartment complex. Up the flight of stairs and a turn to the right was her room. The door unlocked and they entered inside. It was small and messy inside. Dozens of shoes cluttered the welcome mat, clothes and magazines covered the futon, and dirty dishes still sank inside the sinks.

Mara didn't seem to mind the mess. She had been inside messier apartments before this one. Once Lindsey closed the door behind them Mara made her move. Her lips pressed onto Lindsey's and they stayed together for the longest thirty seconds of Lindsey's life. Lindsey didn't want to admit this to Mara but this was the first time anyone has kissed her before. That wet kiss left so good, she wanted more. Lindsey kissed Mara back, creating a sensual heat between them. Their arms wrapped each other's backs and graced their faces with their lovely touches.

They kicked off their shoes and high heels as they stumbled their way to Lindsey's bedroom nearby. Suddenly Mara pulled off Lindsey's glasses and tried them on. She always wanted to know how people with glasses saw the world. "Holy shit, you're blind!" she exclaimed. There she saw the true beauty of her eyes. Two beautiful pools of blue like the ocean or the planet earth. She then tossed aside the glasses and proceeded back to kissing.

Lindsey's hands caressed around Mara's breasts, feeling the tenseness of her nipples beneath. Mara shoved her date onto her bed and undressed. She slowly pulled down the small zipper behind the dress. It slid down and Lindsey saw the elegant body. Mara was instantly naked before her. No bra, no panties, full commando. Lindsey's eyes directed at Mara's vagina. So flawless and shaved. Mara smiled, sensing that her date liked what she gawked at.

Mara pressed herself onto Lindsey, placing her date flat down on the bed. She helped her pull off her shirt, still tasting her lips while doing so. They both release small moans as the sexual tension between them grew more. Next to come off was Lindsey's bra, to which Lindsey felt a little embarassed her flat chest was exposed but Mara adored them. Mara's lips engulf around her right nipple and sucked. Her tip of her tongue flicked it, making it harden. Lindsey moans grew a little louder the more Mara played with her body.

Mara started lowering herself down, kissing along Lindsey's belly. She at last arrived at her cup of her pants and started unbuckling them. From there Lindsey couldn't help but blurt out a secret. "This is my first time..."

"With a woman?" Mara chuckled.

"Ever."

Mara's eyes lit up and her smile grew wider. This night was going to be extra special. She moved back up to Lindsey, gently whispering into her ear. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

Mara lowered herself back to Lindsey's waist. She pulled off her jeans with no struggle, tossing them away. Then she pulled off her cotton panties away from her body and tossed those aside too. She was now free to gaze at Lindsey's small, lovely bush with hungry eyes. Her finger brushed along the clitoris, giving a little tease of what's to come next. Her mouth closed around the folds of Lindsey's wet pussy, suckling down her sweet, human nector.

Lindsey leaned her head back against her pillow and moaned loudly. The pleasures of Mara's mouth and tongue all over her pussy was too much for her. She moaned louder and breathed harder as Mara sucked longer and harder, making sure every moment was well spent. Another smile marked on Mara's lips as she still sucked. She was dominating her date with her sensitive touch. She then massaged Lindsey's belly with her right hand until it migrated back over to Lindsey's left breast.

Lindsey grapped hold of her hand and placed one of her fingers in her mouth. She sucked on it like how Mara sucked her pussy. Her tongue tickled the tips of the finger, which Mara was enjoying with the sound of her muffled moans. The more they made love the more something was starting to awaken inside Lindsey. It had been there for so long, waiting for the right moment. Lindsey knew it was there. It was time to release it.

Suddenly Lindsey unhinged her jaws wide open like a snake, making way for her sharp, needle-like fangs to overshadow her original teeth. The fangs clamped down around Mara's whole hand. Mara stopped sucking and screamed. She wriggled her way out of Lindsey's grasp and fell backward on the apartment floor. She looked to her poor hand now reduced to a bloody stub with a piece of bone poking through. Her skin turned pale and her face froze when she heard the sound of bone and meat crunching. Lindsey leaned up on her bed and Mara got a good, horrifying look into her eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes she was so fond of were rolled over into black, soulless pools much like the eyes of a shark.

Lindsey finally finished up Mara's hand, swallowing the pieces down her throat. Fresh blood seeped out of her toothy mouth. A long, serpentine tongue flickered out, wiping off the blood from her lips. She then smiled, embracing her true succubus nature. But that pleasure wasn't enough for her. She wanted more and it was right there in front of her. Their fun night together wasn't finished yet.

#erotica #succubus #horror #lesbian

I've been invited to a party.   I've never been so excited.  I'd started hanging around with some guys a little older than me about 3 months ago, and they told me yesterday that if I don't go to their party it won't be the same.  

So that is why I am now stood only in my underwear in a closet.

That's right, I am in a closet. 

Why am I in a closet I hear you ask. I have no fucking idea.  

Damien was supposed to be explaining the rules of a game to me. He wasn't doing it very well.

After trying to explain the game to a very confused me he decided on an even stranger approach. 

He told me I am the game... 

"For fucks sake Stephanie,  I don't know how else to explain this to you! You are the game." 

"Fucking hell Damien,  that doesn't make sense.  I am not a game. I am a human.  You can't roll dice on me!" 

Damien looked like he was about to strangle me. He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

"Take your clothes off." 

"What?" I squeeked. "No, you take your clothes off." 

He shrugged, said ok,  and proceeded to strip. Fuck he was hot. Wearing only boxers, he grinned at my obviously beetroot face  and told me it was my turn.

I didn't want to loose face, so without thinking about it too much I slipped off my dress, leaving me in my underwear and heels. 

Then I was shoved into the closet and the closet door locked behind me.

Fuck.

***

o you can guess my reaction after being shoved into a closet, in my underwear, and left in the pitch darkness. I banged my fists against the door and screamed at Damien to let me out.

They laughed at me, I could hear the muffled voices from the other side of the door and I was having a hard time enjoying this game. I can't believe how excited I was to join in with their party.

A million thoughts and feelings fly through me at once. Anger, despair, nervousness, fear, but beneath all of that I could feel the small vine of excitement. And I tried my best to hold onto that and not let my thoughts wander into my suspicions mind. What kind of game are they planning?

I thought I'd investigate as much as I could, which really wasn't all that much. Ever tried to look for clues in the pitch black? Yeah? What about in your underwear on your hands and knees, yeah, thought not.

Well it was bloody hard, and as the fear slowly started creeping back in, I ran my hands across the smooth surface of the closet walls. It wasn't so much a large closet. But it was narrow and slightly longer than the average. About three quarters of the way down I finally felt something...

There were letters engraved in the wall.

C... L... O... R... Y.

Who the fuck is Clory, or what the fuck does it mean?

The other side of the door has gone silent and I hold my breath waiting to see what's going to happen. My heart spikes and nervousness rides me well.The other side of the door has gone silent and I hold my breath waiting to see what's going to happen. My heart spikes and nervousness rides me well.

I hear a low scuffle and slowly press my ear against the wood. I strain to hear their voices. They're whispering and if I'm not mistaken, there's more people in there now.

The whispering gets closer and I

The whispering gets closer and I now they're closing in on me. I move more to the left and sliding my hands along the wall as I go, I come across another clue to the game.

now they're closing in on me. I move more to the left and sliding my hands along the wall as I go, I come across another clue to the game.now they're closing in on me. I move more to the left and sliding my hands along the wall as I go, I come across another clue to the game.

My finger slips against the wood, and I've found a hole. I move further along and there's another, and another, and another. 4 holes in turn.

Perhaps there were a couple of doors here. I'm unsure what's going on but I do realise there's no light coming through. This is the next room. What are they doing in there, and what are they whispering about?

I'm not kept guessing for much longer when all of a sudden, with a deep clicking sound, light pours through the holes and small monitor screen lights up behind me showing me the insides of my small prison.

All I can see through the holes are people's waists, and unfortunately because they're so close to the closet,I can't tell who they are.

I turn around to check the monitor when a message in the brightest of pinks pops up to welcome me.

Stephanie, you have accepted the game challenge. In less than 60 seconds the game will begin and the live feed will be linked to an account to be viewed. If you would like to remain anonymous, the mask is below this screen...

60...

59...

58...

Shit!

I quickly grab the mask from beneath the screen to find its a pretty lace eye mask in black. I'm unsure if this will hide my identity, but am just hopeful that it will.

I tie the satin ribbons behind my head and spin back around. That's when I notice my mistake.

The word HOLE is beneath the word I had assumed to be CLORY. I'm in some kind of Glory Hole closet. What the fuck?!

I check the timer and it's down to 15. I feel ashamed of myself, because I know I'm going to do it and I'm not really sure why. A small bubble of adrenaline rides along my veins and I slowly get excited but the shame washes over me at the same time.

I'm confused, horny and slightly terrified.

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1

                           ~~*~~

Before I know it there is a huge cock before me and I'm nervously sticking out my tongue all for a game. I know they won't let me out before I've participated.

I slowly lick the tip of the cock and hearing a muffled groan from the other side of the wood, I feel perhaps it isn't going to be as bad as I fear. I swirl the tip of my tongue around his large bulbous head before sucking on only the tip.

I'm ashamed to say my panties became damp quickly. Even more ashame to admit the fact that I'm sucking cock through a layer of wood had me so aroused. With no idea who it was I was performing oral on only seemed to excite me further, and before I knew it I had one had down the front of my pink silky thong and my mouth wrapped around a strangers cock.

When he came, it came as a surprise and filled my mouth, overflowing and dripping down my breasts.

I could have cum there but the cock slid from the hole seconds before another popped through further down the wood. Like a cock hungry Harlot, I scuffled on my knees to quickly fill my mouth again.

I wasn't so slow to begin this time. Like a starved animal I sucked on my treat hard and fast. This person thrust in and out of my throat rather than allowing me to set my own pace. My finger thrust in and out of my own soaking pussy and this is the point I realised what a slut I was being.

I didn't care. Not in the slightest did I falter in my cock sucking. I held back my moans and as my arousal rose, my pace quickened. I felt this orgasm of his coming. His thick cock pulsing inside my small mouth, allowing me to swallow my saliva and prepare for the onslaught.

But it didn't come. He yanked away from me, denying me his juices and I felt like a naughty girl being reprimanded for bad behaviour. It did nothing but make me hornier. How the fuck is this possible?  What on earth is wrong with me?

By the time the third cock squeezes it's girth through the hole I'm far too ready to only use my mouth and I remove my underwear quickly, turning to face the monitor, I lean my backside against the wall and let the big thick cock penetrate me. He thrusts in and out of my eager soaking cunt and like some kind of primal beast, I welcome all of it. I stare at the monitor ahead of me as I'm fucked through the wall. Gripping tightly onto my tits I watch the count of viewers go up and up until it reaches his thousands.

I feel like a filthy naughty girl. Doing things so wrong, so despicable and dirty. And I fucking love it!

After a minute or two, he stops thrusting his cock although it's still as hard as rock and I realise in his own way he is setting me a challenge.

I pull forward and then slam my arse back against the wall. I feel like I should feel humiliated. All those people watching me fuck a cock through the wall. I'm literally riding the dick through a hole and It couldn't have been hotter. My pussy begins to clench with an oncoming orgasm when the door slams open and Damien comes charging towards me.

Although he wears a fancy black masquerade mask, I still know it's him. I don't stop my movements. I just don't want to. And Damien takes mere seconds to remove my bra, and then grabbing my hair slams his long thick cock to the back of my throat.

His strength keeps my backside against the wall and I'm pumped into again and again by a strangers cock.

Damien removes his dick from my mouth and covered in my thick saliva grabs my tits before sliding his cock between them. He wants himself with my tits hard and fast just as the man behind the wall screws me.

My orgasm is huge and I scream out loudly, trying to scratch my nails into the wood behind me.

"Shut the fuck up slut!" Damien growls in a dominant manner I'd never heard before. Perhaps my slut brings out his dom. And then he's fast to silence me. His cock again in my throat, muffling any noises my ongoing orgasm causes.

The thrusts in my cunt speed up and get slightly harder forcing on another orgasm right away. Damien does the same and pounds into my mouth hitting the back of my throat with each perverted thrust.

And then they're done with me....

The cock fucking my cunt just leaves me. And it's only seconds after, that I hear a door slam in the distance. Damien grips my hair tighter and fucks my mouth like the hungry slut I obviously am. When he comes, he holds himself deep inside my throat, forcing me to swallow every last drop of his sweet salty juices.

Never play games with a group of hot older boys. Unless you're like me. You never know... You might like it.