theartofalf

[theartofalf]

For Michelle

Usually people expect horrors to come out at night. They expect them to wait in dark, unlit places patiently biding their time until they can creep from their isolated planes of existence with the speed and grace of night.

Not all horrors work that way. Some of the most evil things in the world walk in the daylight.

One of things I have always loved about Las Vegas is that time seems to cease to exist once you walk inside a casino. It’s done that way on purpose of course. There are no clocks on any of the walls, dim lights are strategically placed everywhere to give the constant feel of a summer evening, fresh air is pumped in to make a person stay awake just a little longer than they normally would, and the outside is world is purposefully cut off with the intent of keeping the gamblers from ever leaving the relative comfort and safety of the casino. They are lured to stay there for hours, days, even weeks on end … as long as they have the money, this life can go on forever. Or at least that is the dream they are selling.

Once they do finally retire to a room for the night, that’s when I am usually called in to continue the fantasy. Well, at least by those who have an incredible amount of money, and don’t mind paying for the best.

Tonight though, the meter isn’t running. I’ve taken a few “personal” days off, even though I haven’t left the city. I am on my own mission for once.

A few nights ago one of my girls never came home after going out on a call. She was a beautiful young thing straight from out of the farmlands of Idaho. Blond hair down to her ass, athletic legs a mile long and a smile that most guys would die for to have turned their way … or kill for. For the past several months she had been getting paid nearly as much as I do. Something I’m not jealous of, because I found her and I trained her in all the tricks that would insure that men found her irresistible. I was her mentor. Her mother. Her lover.

A few days later they found her body out in the desert, half-buried in the filthy dirt and some sagebrush thrown over the top of her. Animals had their way with her and shredded every piece of that beautiful skin so bad it had taken dental records to identify her. It wasn’t those animals I was concerned with though. It was the two-legged ones that put her there that I vowed to make pay.

The cops had investigated the “John” that had hired her for the evening, but nothing could be proven against him. His tracks were pretty well covered. That’s what happens when you have enough money in Vegas. Not only do the casinos help you cover your tracks, but so does the casino-owned police force.

I had spent the last week fully investigating his background, even having to resort to some of my own “special skills” to obtain information. Not that the clerk minded. I got what I wanted and he got what he had always dreamed about, and would probably continue to dream about for many nights to come.

The “John” was Trevor Hannity, a 28-year-old trust-fund baby from Upstate New York who had recently graduated from an Ivy-league school where he had been suspected of, but never proved or convicted, in the rape of two coeds. He had also coincidentally been the suspect in several other investigations ranging from his hometown clear down the East Coast.

Seems like the heat got too hot for him on the eastern coast and now he not only set his sights on being a western predator, but he seems to have upped his game from rape, to rape and murder. That happens a lot with this kind of person. They can’t seem to sate their desires with something they have already done a dozen times, so they take it to another level. Unfortunately for him he had intruded into my territory and harmed someone that was mine.

I don’t have a problem with predators. No really, I don’t. I am one myself. What I do have a problem with, is when their predatory behavior conflicts with my own livelihood and loves. See, I’m not a call girl for the same reason as others. I have chosen this calling because it best fits my needs of what I am, and keeps the rest of the populace safe from me.

Tonight, Trevor Hannity was going to find out what I was keeping the rest of the world safe from.

He wasn’t hard to find. The fucking cock-sucking bastard thought he was so untouchable that he didn’t even bother to change hotels, or rooms for that matter. He was used to having the best of all things, and in this case that meant he couldn’t have anything less than the suite at MGM Grand’s Skylofts. $25,000 a night meant he could show off his daddy’s fortune while living in the lap of luxury, impressing the other trust-fund babies with how much money he never earned a day in his life.

Also, he would be able to order the best call girls in the city from there and they would come running, much as my little Michelle had.

The police report had indicated that not only was Michelle raped repeatedly, she had been tied up and tortured. Which, honestly was something that she excelled at. She loved being tied up and flogged and used like a dirty little slut, as long as it was agreed upon beforehand and safe words were used. In this case though, I’m pretty certain she screamed her safe word many times before a long cylindrical object was forced down her throat and lodged there, cutting off all her air.

I imagine that she had try to cry out for me as she realized that she was going to die, and that imagining just fueled my anger more. Anger that I had to keep off my face as I approached his door and lightly knocked.

Earlier in the evening I had found out from an acquaintance that a call girl from one of the other firms in town had been hired by Mr. Hannity and she was to show up at his room promptly at Noon. Like I said, evil doesn’t always need the dark of night to cast it’s shadow.

A few phone calls, and some surreptitious money passing accounts, by way of the Cayman Islands, and the girl he had hired was dismissed and I had taken her place. Not that Trevor would ever know. With just a little bit of juice from the girl, I could look enough like her to pass for what was found on her webpage.

I have to admit, my short meeting with her had impressed me. She tasted lovely, and had an incredible essence to her. With just a little of my mentoring she would soon surpass what I had lost with Michelle. But that was for later. Right now there was other business to attend too.

A rather large goon opened the door at my knock, gave me a once over and looked at the goodies in my bag that I had brought with me. There was nothing untoward that he wasn’t expecting in the bag, just the usual canes, whips, floggers, butt plugs, dildos, Magic Wands, cuffs, zip ties, gags, and hoodies. Good thing I had feasted a little earlier, because that damn bag was heavy, and a slight girl like me would normally have had trouble bringing it with me.

While Mr. Too Tall Goon was looking through my bag, I took the opportunity to place a hand on his arm and smiled coyly at him. I’ve been told that my smile is rather captivating, usually by kings, presidents, and despot rulers. He was no different than most men when I turned that gaze on him. He turned to putty in my hands as I led him over to the coat closet and suggested with a slight push of my hand that he step inside. Then I closed the door behind us and placed my mouth over his. He seemed quite willing and didn’t fight until the very end, long after it would have done any good as his dry husk crumbled all over some really expensive shoes and coats. I didn’t feel an iota of remorse for him. He most likely had something to do with Michelle being dumped in the desert, and he deserved a fate far worse than what he got.

Trevor would find out what that fate was though.

Oh damn was I feeling the rush of that goon. That boy may not have had any brains, but he had some serious life force. I could feel his strength coursing through my veins, and for a fleeting second wished I’d kept him around for when I needed a sudden fix. Oh well, such is the life of a succubus. You just never know what you are going to get until you drained them.

Not that I usually needed to drain anyone dry. I only needed small bits of life force to sustain me, hell most people never even noticed the tiny amount I took from them. They may lose a couple of hours of life with how much I could sustain myself on for weeks. So, it’s not like I ever NEEDED to drain anyone. Some people deserved it though. That is the great part of the life I set up for myself in Las Vegas, I constantly had new sources for my feeding and no one got hurt and no one knew any better. Just the way I liked it. I could keep myself young for months off what I had drained from that goon.

Closing the closet door, I brushed myself off, retouched my lipstick, picked up my bag and sauntered into the penthouse suite. Talk about opulence. Over 10,000 sq feet with a hot tub filled with what looked like champagne. I wasn’t impressed. In the millennia I had been alive, I had seen much grander from a certain Sultan in the mid-East. Now talk about insatiable lovers, that man had it in spades. Wish he was still around.

Trevor Hannity was reclining in the champagne-filled hot tub when I walked in, appraising me as I walked across the room, inspecting the merchandise he thought he had paid for. I didn’t mind, I was used to being looked at.

Without being invited, I set down my bag and slipped my shoulders out of my little red dress and let it fall to the ground. I kept my high heels on as I turned away from him and bent far, far over and I placed my dress in the bag. I could feel his hot gaze upon my exposed womanhood. I looked over my shoulder while still bent over and let him know I knew he was watching me, and I liked it. Then I slowly raised up, turned and walked to the hot tub, crossing my legs intentionally as I walked across the room.

No words had been spoken. No words were needed. I was here for a job, and I was expected to perform a certain way. That’s the kind of guy Mr. Hannity was. He had certain expectations in life, and no one had ever denied him his expectations.

I blame his parents.

At the tub I slipped out of my six inch red heels and slid my body into the water across from him. I let my hair fall into the water as I bent over backward, luxuriating in the fizzles of the warm champagne as it caressed my body.

Apparently that’s all it took for Mr. Never Been Denied. He didn’t need anytime at all to get worked up into a frenzy. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into a straddling position over his youthful cock. One hand quickly grasped my throat really hard as he shoved me down on him, impaling me.

To be honest, it kinda hurt. He was larger than average, which wasn’t a problem, but he had not allowed me any time to warm up and build up any lubricant, on top of which, had I been wet at all, the champagne would have washed it all away. This was all to be expected with a true sadist. He not only didn’t care that it hurt me, he wanted to feel that power as he asserted his dominance over me, and with one move was telling me that HE was the one in control here and he would get what he wanted, whether I wanted it or not.

What no one had ever bothered to inform young Mr. Hannity about, is that in a true dominant/submissive relationship, the submissive holds way more power than the dominant. Not that men like him cared about silly little things like rules. They had never had to abide by them, so why should they now.

Trevor didn’t know that I let some of my power creep out, engulfing his cock as he thrust it into me. Power that just tantalizingly sucked a little of his life force out.

I almost began gagging from that taste drawn in through my pussy. I had never felt something so completely evil and dirty inside of me, and I had the overwhelming urge to get this over quickly, so I could go to the bathroom and purge him out of my system with a large amount of throwing up, followed by hours and hours of hot showers. I covered the retching with a long moan that was sure to make him feel like a real man.

It wasn’t long before he tightly wrapped his fingers in my red hair and forced me off of his manhood, and then pushed my head and face beneath the champagne, forcing me to take him in my mouth, then forcing me down as far as I could go, which, between you and I is a fair bit as I had learned how to control my gag reflex centuries ago. Men throughout time have loved the same thing when it comes to their phallis. They want women to admire them for it, but mostly they want us to gag on it and prove to them what a real man they are. I obliged by faking some gagging, while at the same time slowly draining him.

He let me up for air, in what I am sure, to him, was a gesture of kindness. Not that it was needed. A succubus can stay underwater for hours as long as we have a steady supply of life force. The only person he was hurting by keeping me under was himself. Not that he was going to miss the few hours I stole from him.

“Let’s go see what you brought me to play with,” Trevor spoke as he drug me out of the hot tub by my hair. That actually got me a little wet. I do like a good hair pulling.

Looking over at the bed, I saw that some of my toys weren’t needed as it already had cuffs attached to the four posts. He did seem to take extreme interest in my canes though. Of course.

He forced me to the end of the bed and clamped my wrists in the cuffs at the top, then each of my ankles, and finally a waist belt attached to the footboard of the bed. I was actually impressed by the set up, and wondered if he had convinced the hotel to spring for it, or if he had brought his own bed with him.

“I’d ask what your safe word was, but I don’t care,” he said. “I bought and paid for you, and you are mine.” A sharp crack of a cane punctuated his words. As I opened my mouth to yell, he shoved a a ball gag in and then secured it behind my head.

There was no warm up. There was no caring what I thought. He only cared about the muffled screams he could try to work out of me. Silly boy. I had been worked over by Torquemada himself during the Spanish Inquisition. There was little that this frat boy could do to make me so much as whimper. I think that infuriated him as he kept swinging the cane harder and harder, until it broke across my upper thighs.

He went to the bag and brought out my cat of nine tails with metal balls on the end and proceeded to flog me, which finally got me wet, but still didn’t make me cry out. Grabbing my hair he yanked my head back and ripped the gag out of my mouth.

“I’m gonna make you cry bitch,” he screamed at me.

“I don’t think so little man,” I replied as I caught his gaze in mine and held it. “Now it’s my turn.”

Caught in my spell he had no choice but to untie me, and watch helplessly as I tied him up exactly where I had been, with the exception that his semi-rigid cock was facing me instead of his tight little frat boy ass. Once tied and gagged sufficiently, I let him loose from the spell and really, really enjoyed the confused look on his face as he at first wondered how our places had been switched, then watched it turn to fear as his mind ran through what might happen to him, and finally to anger that he was no longer getting his way, and that he was now at my mercy.

I grabbed his cock hard, wrapping my fist around it and squeezing. “Remember a little blond named Michelle a week ago that you had some fun with?” I asked as I continued to squeeze harder. The confusion returned to his eyes for a second, then his eyes hardened as he realized what this was about. He tried to speak around the gag, but I have no idea what he was trying to say, because I don’t speak gagged evil frat boy trust-fund baby. Maybe I should learn?

I strolled over to my bag and took out a nice long dildo, one that I wouldn’t normally use. One I had, in fact, bought just today, specifically for him. Then I knelt in front of him and wrapped my red lips around the head of his juicy young cock and used one had to slowly rub his balls and pull them out of the way. I know, the cock sucking was unneeded, but hey a girl has to have some fun. Then I placed the head of the rather large dildo (I think it was named “The Hulk”) against his puckering asshole and slowly, ever so slowly began to work it in. Such a shame that there was no lube on it, but then I figured he could appreciate the irony.

“Michelle was a friend of mine,” I told him once the head of the dildo was firmly implanted in his ass. “In fact more than a friend. She was my protege, and my lover.” I could feel his cock stiffen slightly at the thought that quickly ran through his head imagining her and me together. He probably even for a moment regretted killing her … at least before he got to experience the two of us together. That’s the extent of remorse that this kind of filth would have.

“Unfortunately for you, you came into the wrong town. You should have stuck with staying on the east coast,” I told him. “Although, I’m sure there are people there that are never going to miss you.” With one hard shove I placed more than twelve inches of Hulk-girthed dildo up his ass and reveled in the bulging eyes that nearly popped out of his head.

“Normally, I wouldn’t give two shits about a sadist like you. I’ve known many worse than you in my life,” I said, “but in this case you not only fucked with someone I loved, you fucked with my livelihood, and I just can’t abide that.” Just for fun, I twisted the dildo side to side and then left it in as I stood up and walked back over to the bag.

He had rather large nipples for a man, which I appreciated as I attached sharpened roach clips to them. This was a fun little device that I reserved for the truly masochistic clients. Not only did the clips draw blood, but they were hooked up to a tiny little electric taser that looked like a mascara case. A little touch on the bottom of the mascara case produced a little charge that ran though the wires and nipple clamps right into his chest.

Watching him buck and scream was truly joyful and made me more than a little moist. I’d played the bottom for so long, I forgot how much fun being a top could be. I wasn’t easy on him either. I kept it up until I thought he was going to pass out, then gave him a slight reprieve before beginning again.

He was drooling uncontrollably around the ball gag, and his eyes had lost some of their fire and returned to the state of fear. Oh my god that got me horny.

I got the Magic Wand out of my bag and pulled a chair over across from him so he would watch as I pleasured myself. Nothing gets me off quicker than a Magic Wand combined with my own fingers. He had to hang there and helplessly watch as I fucked myself to a very loud, moaning, panting orgasm, and I could see even though he had twelve inches of dildo shoved up his ass, it didn’t affect his ability to get rock hard. Which is what I wanted.

After I finished I didn’t bother to wipe up or clean off, I just stood and dripped across the floor as I approached him. I softly placed my hand on his young throbbing manhood and stroked back and forth, just teasing the head until he was nearly to orgasm, then I took the gag out of his mouth and before he could scream, cry or anything I placed my own mouth over his and slowly, ever so slowly sucked his life force out of him. I could feel the first few dribbles of warm cum on my hand and using both hands I grabbed him around the base of his cock below his balls and I twisted … HARD!

When you know the trick, and have the strength of a succubus who had fully fed earlier, ripping a cock off a body isn’t really that hard. Not that I had done it that often, but once in a while it is needed. This guy needed it.

Peeling my lips from his nearly drained face I whispered in his ear, “This is for Michelle,” as I proceeded to shove the cock down his throat until he could no longer breath.

Then I just stood there and watched as he choked on his own blood and penis. Full fear returned to his eyes as he realized what had just happened, not that it mattered. He had lived a life of preying on others and causing them fear, now it was simply his turn.

He took a while to actually die, I’ll give him that. After which I cleaned up. They never did find the body of him or his goon, but if they had bothered to check one of the vacuums in the maids quarters, they may have found an extra amount of dust that could have been tested and proved to have their DNA. They didn’t though, because this is Vegas baby, and people up and leave all the time without saying goodbye and when the casino stops getting paid, they stop caring.

I walked out into the daylight, no one the wiser that I had ever been here.

Like I said, not all horrors stay in the dark. Some are in the light of day.

[theartofalf]

KITSUNE

Getting ready to host a few friends at my house for a game night, and I am sending out some invitations with address and such when I notice that within our little online community there is someone new. Yeah, she looked a little young, and her profile clearly stated that she had only turned 18, 8 days earlier, so I should have just kept going with what I was doing, but for some reason I kept going back to look at her pictures, even though I am twice her age, and I have a lady that I am in love with. Yeah, I’m a dirty old man who can’t help but look at pretty young things. I think the thing that attracted me most was she said she is five foot even in height. And I admit, I have a certain amount of lust going on in my for short women, especially since I am only 5'5 myself. So, being a dirty old man, I decided to send her a message inviting her to come to game night, not really expecting her to say yes. I figured she would come up with some excuse why she couldn’t, or someplace else she had to be, or maybe even something lame like she just washed her hair and didn’t want to leave the house. BUT to my great surprise, I heard back from her in a short time saying she really wants to go, but she has to get out of babysitting, but she will try everything she can to make it. Now my libido began to rise, just the slightest with the imaginations going on in my head about this little girl. Already I began planning the dirty little things I wanted to do to her, even with just this small hint of encouragement. I kept stopping myself and in my head kept a running mantra, “you’re never going to get this …. you’re never going to get this …. you’re fucking crazy if you think you are EVER going to get this … ” OK, so now I’m thinking she still won’t show. She was just being nice to a crazy person. I mean, that’s how I treat crazy people right? Tell them what they want to hear and disappear before anyone gets shot! I help clean the house and get ready for people to arrive with my live-in girlfriend Candy, whom I adore down to the core. She is everything I have ever wanted in a woman: Smart, funny, skinny and kinky. Let’s face it, my list of things I look for in a woman isn’t all that long, but it IS very critical that she be all these things. If even one of them is missing then I am going to lose interest faster then a teenager looking at homework. People start to arrive and we are all laughing and chatting when I get a text saying that she is on her way. My heart skips a beat, or two, or maybe even three. I feel my breath catch in my throat, my palms get sweaty, and my mind just starts going crazy with the possibilities! It was either that or I was having a heart attack. Everyone is getting antsy to start playing board games, but I keep stalling them waiting for her to arrive. Then I get a text saying she is here, but can’t find the house, so I go outside and stand on the deck to wave at her if I see her drive by. Which she eventually does, I do the hand wave thingy, she pulls up, gets out and I swear to god every bit of blood in my body rushed right out of my head and straight into my cock. Hell, I’m surprised it didn’t hit her in the eye as she walked up my steps and held out her hand for me to shake. Hell I’m also surprised that I had enough blood left in my upper body to be able to lift my arm to shake her hand. So we go inside and sit at the table with everyone else, and I felt a small twinge of guilt for my lady-love because I had the foresight to set up the table so that I would be sitting next to this little diamond when she arrived tonight. Even when I wasn’t sure if she would show or not, I still had the foresight to set things up, just in case. Now, this is MY element. I have never done good in bars or large crowds when it comes to women. Let’s face it, I am short and bald, so in those other kinds of places I don’t stand out. In fact, at my height, I kind of stand UNDER all the other guys. Top that off with my aversion to raising my voice unless absolutely necessary and I become kind of a wall flower. I just have no way to show off my true talents. But here, in a small group setting without loud music I can use my one main attribute to lure women in: Humor! I learned a long time ago, back when I was her age, that women are irresistibly attracted to men with humor. It doesn’t matter if they are tall or short or skinny or fat or ugly or even if they look like a model. Any woman I have ever wanted is attracted to humor. And I use mine like a Venus fly trap. I’ll get them attracted initially with some little jokes and humorous anecdotes, all the while asking them questions directly while using their name every once in a while. The use of their name ads a certain sort of familiarity to them, while the little jokes help ease their tension in meeting a new person. After a little bit of this, I will progressively increase the amount and depth of my joking behavior until it’s a little, shall we say, risky. If I sense they are into this kind of humor I’ll keep it up, but if I sense they are uncomfortable, I scale it back to comfortable proportions. It’s also wise at this point to start in with some physical humor and light, friendly touching. Board games like “Cranium” are incredibly good at allowing me to show off not only my humor, but also my intellectual capabilities. Sure, I may once in a while answer something wrong, but for the most part I get them right. This game also allows you to lure your prospective partner in also through the use of offering to let them make a choice, read a card or be a puppet to your puppet master. When at all possible make sure you choose the cards that have the highest probability of doing the being a puppet master. Not only do you get to be humorous about the answer, but you also get to put your hands on your potential victim. Once a woman is lured in with my humor it’s only a matter of time before I close the jaws of life around her and make her mine. The party was a huge success from my point of view. I was able to stand out in the limelight of the evening, show off my talents and have a good time. But as I could feel the party winding down, I decided to make my move. Now, being a young girl of 18 and knowing that she had a cell phone on her that she preferred to text with rather then talk on, it made my job so much easier. I’m a texter also. So, I decided to throw caution to the wind and I sent her: “Would you be interested in staying after everyone leaves to have some fun with Candy and me?” Her answer: “Yes as long as I am not intruding.” SCORE! Oh my FUCKING god. No fucking way did that work? I mean I just met this girl today, and she’s only 8 days into 18 years old! Holy fucking shit, my mind was racing. I wanted to scream at everyone to leave, but I had to play good host until they got out of there. While I was waiting for everyone to leave, I surreptitiously found my bag of toys, my leather vest and leather gloves and situated them so that they would be easy to get a hold of. I even slipped upstairs for a few minutes to lay out the dildos, cuffs, straps and jellies on the bed and put an eye bolt in the ceiling. As I came down stairs I heard the last of the folks getting ready to leave so I grabbed my leather gloves and started slipping them on quietly. My luck was holding, because as the last folks walked out the door I happened to be standing right behind her with my leather gloves on and a dark hallway behind me. No sooner did the door close then I reached from behind her and placed my hand over her mouth, hooked my left arm through her left arm and grabbed her right elbow and pulled her backwards into the dark with me. Her body immediately stiffened, but she didn’t fight it at all, nor did she try to make any sounds for help. Sitting in the dark hallway I waited a few moments watching for the headlights of the last guest to turn on and leave. Then I pushed her back into the living room just in time for my girlfriend to come in from having a smoke. The look on my girlfriends face was priceless. At first it was slight shock at seeing me with my hand over another girls mouth, but then it turned from surprise into a sultry smile because she knew that I had a gift her for the both of us to enjoy. Candy came over as I held the new little toy in my hands and started to immediately undress her. Her desire to see this nubile young girl naked was almost as driven as mine. Maybe more so. Right here with my hand over her mouth was about as close to heaven as I think I could ever be. You see, my personal fetish is holding my hand over a girls mouth from behind. The fetish is heightened even more if I am wearing leather gloves. Triple the heightening if the girl is shorter then me and quadruple it again if she just turned 18, 8 days ago! In other words, I was almost ready to blow my wad just standing there holding her, not to mention watching my girlfriend undress her and play with her breasts. It didn’t take long at all for the two of us to move our little toy upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, we cuffed her hands with Velcro ties and hung her wrists from the eye bolt in the ceiling. Now I got a chance to see her incredibly great ass, and it is probably one of the nicest asses I have had the pleasure to molest in my life. As one person described it once “It’s like two soccer balls bouncing off of each other.” Her skin was also a pleasure to behold. So young and resilient and tight, that I just wanted to run my hands all over it. So I did. I came around to her naked breasts and while in her profile she said that she was very self-conscious about them, she really had no need to be. They were perfectly proportioned. Absolutely and wonderfully delicious! Sure she had almost non-existent nipples, but that sure as hell didn’t detract from them at all for me. This girl here was my wettest, fucking fantasy. And real! My own personal “black-unicorn”. (Please refer to my essay of black unicorns to understand what I am talking about here) As my girlfriend and I played with her body, hanging clothespins from her nipples stroking her freshly shaved pussy, I got harder and harder all the while not believing in my head that this was real. I even pinched myself a few times to make sure that I wasn’t just having another wet dream. Candy and I took turns using the vibrator on her and licking her pussy, fingering her ass, caressing her breasts, and kissing her beautiful lips. And just so I could make sure she wasn’t getting bored by the attention and to make sure she stayed fully focused on what we were doing to her, I switched her ass a few times with a wooden rod. I didn’t want to take it to far on our first time with her, and I had no idea how much of a pain threshold that she might or might not have, so I took it pretty easy on her. After about 20 minutes of this with her hanging from the ceiling and us getting to see just how beautiful her ass was when her legs came together, we decided to move her to the bed. I bent her over the side of the bed and then wrapped Velcro ties around her thighs and secured them to the bed legs. Then I tied her hands spread eagle to the legs at the front of the bed. She was in one of the most vulnerable positions there are. Not only was her beautiful pussy completely exposed, but also her tight, tight, tight little asshole. While my beautiful girlfriend went to work with the vibrating wand on her poor little pussy, I moved up to her head and made good use of her mouth. Oh damn, she is a gagger also. I barely had to get my cock in her throat and she was ready to throw up all over it. A couple of times I got that cool thread of spittle that reached from my cock to her mouth when I pulled out. God I loved fucking that mouth, especially with those brown eyes looking up at me. Then I made her beg for my cock. At first she didn’t want to, and being kinda shy she only said it barely under her breath. “Please let me have your cock,” breathily said. But I wasn’t having any of that. I wanted her to scream for it. So I slapped her a few times, and soon she was calling out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “MORE COCK PLEASE!” That was more like it. And then with her spit all over my cock and her all worked up from Candy licking her and using the vibrator on her I moved around behind her and positioned my cock at the very opening of her asshole. She squirmed so nicely. And oh my god was it tight. In fact so tight, I had trouble getting in there. It took a while. But oh so worth it. Nothing like anally raping a young girl to make me feel exuberant. Candy used the vibrating wand on her clit and pussy while I fucked her in the ass. Maybe next time we could dp this little slut, because she seems open to it all. But I didn’t ass fuck her for long, as I didn’t want to use her up too much on the first time, so I wiped off my cock with a baby wipe, and then untied her from the fur bed legs and made her get up on the bed. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her face down into Candy’s waiting pussy, forcing this cunt licking little girl down on her first pussy to lick and nibble, as I slid my cock into her waiting, moist pussy. Damn it was hot. Hot, wet and ready to be fucked. And oh so damn good! When I came I could hear myself screaming out as I dumped my full load into her. Then while I lay spent on the bed, basking in the afterglow of fucking this gorgeous little girl I watched as my lady licked her pussy clean of all my cum. What a hell of a night. And the next session with her will be even better for all parties involved.

[theartofalf]

Hunting Black Unicorns©

Shhhhhhh …. be wary, wary quiet. We’re hunting Unicorns.

As a fledgling wordsmith, I tend to think it’s been a pretty good day when I learn a new word, or a new use for an old word. So last night was a pretty damn good night in my book.

I learned about Unicorns.

No, not the normal use of the word that we all grew up with, you know a mythical horse-like creature, with a single horn protruding out of its forehead, a fabled beast so rare that just to be able to see one, you not only have to be of kind heart, but also a virgin.

Actually my thought is that Unicorns weren’t that rare before Noah’s time and the great flood. But then Noah took a few on the boat with him, while the rest got washed away. Only, during the time on the boat he had to figure out how to feed those damn lions. And since they can easily eat for then 40 pounds of meat a day each, well, Noah had to make a hard choice, and well, those damn Unicorns just acted SOOOO superior to everyone else …

I digress.

No, the Unicorn definition I learned of last night has much more impact on my personal life. And while, yes, they are still rare, they aren’t mythical at all.

Apparently, in the world of sexual encounters, a Unicorn is a bi-sexual young girl between the ages of 18 and 30 who is willing to have sex with a couple (a couple being a man and a woman).

And if that wasn’t rare enough, I’d like to coin a term for an even more elusive form of Unicorn: The Black Unicorn©. This would be as all the above, but with the addition of one that will allow you to tie her up and spank her, or do some fantasy roleplaying with her.

Now THAT would be a rare prize indeed!

But, whether the Unicorn in the same old boring white, or the new and improved Black Unicorn©, there still comes the problem of catching one. A quest that has eluded many a hunter over the years.

So lets take a look at some of the ways and problems of obtaining a Black Unicorn©, shall we.

The usual way to catch a Unicorn is to bait it with a virgin. Well, this is most likely not going to be a solution since the only virgins nowadays are going to be under the age of 12 (possibly younger depending on the area you live in.) And lets face it, the kind of people hunting a Black Unicorn© aren’t going to have access to a legal form of virgin bait. Although an 18-year-old babysitter might qualify as a Unicorn. If that is the case then the virgin bait of using children to lure the Unicorn to your house might work. Black Unicorns© are most likely not going to be caught with this method.

A more conventional method of catching a Black Unicorn© would be with beauty. You could use either a very good looking man or very good looking woman to entice the Black Unicorn© to engage in conversation with one of you and work your way to gaining her trust. This method has been known to work with repeated success, but can be rather difficult if you have neither a really good looking man, or a really good looking woman.

A very successful technique that has been employed is the bait of large amounts of money, since Black Unicorns© are sure to be attracted by the shiny objects that can be obtained with it. But once again, this is a limited lure for those that ACTUALLY have lots of money to use as a lure.

A less successful, but more cost effective technique is the illusion of money. Black Unicorns© have been known the trapped by a couple that can successfully pull off the illusion that they have money to throw around. It does take a certain amount of money to begin with to buy fancy clothes, cars and jewelry. But the rewards far outweigh the initial costs. At least until the Black Unicorn© finds out that you don’t really have a lot of money, but by then it doesn’t matter because you have done what set out to do. Warning, this method is very tricky to pull off. You must be able to act out the roles for it to be successful.

A method that is rumored to work, but seems very unsuccessful on the surface is using intelligence to lure The Black Unicorn© in. Apparently most Black Unicorns© are of a well-read species and spend an inordinate amount of time reading novels that involve rough sex. They are attracted to men and women who have a greater sense of intellect and verbosity then others and are darkly drawn to situations where they may be tied up and spanked repeatedly. While I think this method could be highly successful, it is as of yet untried by most reports and has the added downfall that if a Black Unicorn© is attracted in this way, she may never want to leave.

(Maybe we should delve into “How to get rid of unwanted Black Unicorns© in our next essay?)

If you have other tried and true methods of capturing the elusive Black Unicorn© I’d be very grateful to hear how you have done it.

Until then … Happy Hunting!

[theartofalf]

The Fantasy

**I’m only posting this here because it was requested by a friend. Always be careful of what you ask from me, because you might get it.**

The preparations were very carefully done.

He had meticulously donned black clothing from head to foot and made sure that they were fit loosely enough to be able to get out of easily. The black gloves were slightly rubberized and created a snug fit. The knife at his belt was blackened also so as not to shed light. The black bandana on his head stopped it from bouncing off even the tiniest bit of light.

The rope was knotted at just the right length to fit. The boxes stacked to the appropriate height. The flashlight positioned for easy access. And all the lights in the building had been disabled except for one in the very back which was only dimly lit.

He heard the door open and the “ding” of the bell announcing someone had just entered the shop. The jangle of keys as the front door was locked behind the person entering. The swift click, click of the high heels on the cement floor.

The time he had waited for had come.

In the still darkness he waited in a darkened doorway that looked out upon a large warehouse still dimly lit by a light in the back. His anticipation almost overwhelming, tangent and tasteful. He could see her outline as she passed directly in front of him. He wasn’t worried because he knew the little light at the other end of the room wouldn’t be able to help her lack of night vision from coming into the darkened warehouse from the brightly lit street outside. His heart almost catches in his chest when she pauses directly in front of him and turns his way, but then she just as quickly turns the other way, as if searching.

He takes a small bolt he had collected earlier and softly tosses it in the direction of the light. It bounces with what seems an earth shattering clash in the quiet stillness as it collides with the cement floor in the distance. She jumps back a step in her sudden startlement and says “Oh, fuck!” She is facing directly away from him as he steps from the shadows moving swiftly and silently, one hand gripping the knife, the other poised at just the right height.

He clamps his hand over her mouth and quickly brings the knife up to her throat. She is frozen in his grasp for the split second it takes to accomplish this. Her own sudden fear betraying her into immobility. Suddenly she starts to struggle and to make “mmmpphhhinggg” sounds as she tries tries to scream, but the rubberized gloves effectively cut off all sound while his strong arms keep her struggles under control.

He places the knife against her soft throat and whispers in her ear “Quit struggling you fucking cunt and maybe I won’t have to hurt you!” Her struggling lessens as he begins to drag her backward toward the darkened doorway he had emerged from, and then deeper into the dark recesses.

He guides her to the waiting boxes and throws her on top of them all the while keeping his hand tightly upon her mouth. She struggles to keep herself from being layed down on her back, but not enough and when she is laying there he straddles her so that his legs have her pinned down.

Looking her directly in eyes, the dim light allows him to see her genuine fear played out there for him to watch, and savor.

“If I take my hand off your mouth, will you promise not to scream?” he askes her in an almost gentle voice. “Because if you do then I will be forced to hurt you. And we both know how much I don’t want to hurt you.”

Seeing his eyes when he says “hurt you” light up, she knows in her heart that he is lying about not wanting to hurt her, he is just looking for an excuse. She softly and slowly shakes her head yes.

His hand comes off of her mouth and she is able to take her first real breath since he grabbed her. As she inhales, not to scream but to bring the air back into her fear soaked lungs he takes her hand one by one and inserts them into ready-made loops at the end of a rope. Sitting up he looks down at her shapely form and admires it for what to her would probably be an eternity. He slowly starts to unbutton her blouse. She is dressed as any business woman might be. Nice blouse, black skirt that reaches midway to her knee, high heels, hair pulled back exposing her nicely-turned neck. Luckily for him, or maybe her depending on the outlook, the buttons on the blouse are snap buttons, and don’t require her blouse to be ripped open.

He gazes down at the ample bosom and is gratified to see that her nipples are beginning to swell under the black fabric of her strapless bra. “Hmmm,” he muses, “looks like someone is a little turned on by this.” He laughs, but it doesn’t seem like a laugh of pleasure, but more of pure malice. He pulls down the bra around her belly fully exposing her breasts, then slowly drops his head down and take a nipple between his teeth and carefully biting down, just enough to cause a little ripple of pleasure to run down her belly and between her thighs. She tries to stifle her small moan of pleasure, but its just loud enough for him to hear.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asks.

She shakes her head no and begs her body to believe her mind.

“I think your lying to me.” He gets off her body and moves to the side so that he can run a hand up the inside of her thigh, going higher and higher until he feels the cloth of her panties which are warm and wet. “Yes, you are lying to me. You like this just a little too much don’t you, you little fucking slut.”

His hand rubs against her warm pussy bringing almost too much sensation to her already on-fire body. Another moan escapes her mouth, this time louder.

He moves between her legs and uses his body to force her thighs apart as he beings to strip her panties from her. She struggles, but only weakly as he successfully throws them on the floor. With her legs spread open for him and unable to close because of his body he slowly, almost gently slides two fingers into her sopping wet mound.

She gasps and throws her body onto his fingers while hating herself for enjoying it so much. Her body quickly responds to the in and out motion of his fingers and she is taken beyond her desire to get away, taken to a place where she can’t remember having been before. Suddenly he stops before she can orgasm. This time her moan is in frustration.

He takes his fingers out and climbs up her body, his finger tracing a firey line to her neck. He roughly puts his fingers around her throat as he bends his head to kiss her. The ultimate violation. Even a whore will refuse to kiss a john, so it makes sense that a business woman will feel the ultimate violation when forced to kiss her attacker.

She clamps her lips shut at his insistent attempt to give her an open-mouth kiss. He drops his hand from her throat to her breast, his other hand tangles in her hair. He uses the hair hold to keep her hair in place while roughly tweaking her nipple. She gasps at the sudden pain, truly hurt this time.

“See when you refuse me I give you pain. But when you submit to me, I give you great pleasure.”

Her mouth opens this time when he kisses her. His tongue darts inside exploring her, tasting her, drinking in her breath. A few moments of this preferential treatment is enough for him. He hungers for the real taste of her.

Going back between her legs he forces them apart and without preamble drops his head to her freshly shaven mound, parting her lips with his tongue and fingers to get at her highly aroused clit. Expertly he plays it back and forth with his tongue arousing it further, feeling the mounting desire of the woman below him. She is no longer struggling to get away, but her body is moving none-the-less. She begins to writhe and moan as her orgasm builds, and builds. This time he keeps going, tongue and fingers moving faster and faster as he feels her building toward an explosion.

Suddenly he raises up and thrusts his hardened cock deep inside her. She screams out with pleasure as he impales her as deep as he can with each thrust. Her body begins to flow under his as they both reach heights of exstacy. When he feels her finish for a second time he stops and he moves around the side of the boxes to her head.

“Open your mouth!” he orders her. When she doesn’t move quick enough he grabs her by the hair and pulls her head to the side of the boxes. When she refuses to open her mouth he again roughly grabs her nipple forcing an open-mouthed gasp from her at which time he shoves his cock as far in as it will go. She gags for a moment and he pulls out a little, but only a little.

He reaches down and plays with her clit some more, and as her body responds, so does her enthusiasm for sucking his cock. She becomes no better than a whore as she deeply takes it in her mouth and sucks it, trying to get his juices to come out. Her hand plays with his balls and she can feel him getting even harder in her mouth.

“Get it nice and wet, cause it’s going back in here” she knows exactly where he is talking about since he is skillfully playing her clit back and forth roughly.

She sops her spit on his cock just before he roughly turns her over so she is now face down. His cock slides easily inside of her and the rythmic pounding begins again. He grabs her bra and uses it like the reigns of a horse as he rides her from behind never stopping until his sweat is sliding off his body and dripping down on her back. Even then he keeps going, in an almost anamalistic rage as he builds toward an orgasm. She is squirming underneath him ready to explode once again.

They cum together in a screaming match that rocks the warehouse walls. His sperm laying on the ground at his feet, her juices all over him.

He lays next to her. “Well, was that what you were expecting?” He asks in a suddenly tender voice.

“Yes, dear, it was fantastic,” she answers with a satisfied smile on her face.

[theartofalf]

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Depends on what she looks like.

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KITSUNE

Getting ready to host a few friends at my house for a game night, and I am sending out some invitations with address and such when I notice that within our little online community there is someone new. Yeah, she looked a little young, and her profile clearly stated that she had only turned 18, 8 days earlier, so I should have just kept going with what I was doing, but for some reason I kept going back to look at her pictures, even though I am twice her age, and I have a lady that I am in love with. Yeah, I'm a dirty old man who can't help but look at pretty young things. I think the thing that attracted me most was she said she is five foot even in height. And I admit, I have a certain amount of lust going on in my for short women, especially since I am only 5'5 myself. So, being a dirty old man, I decided to send her a message inviting her to come to game night, not really expecting her to say yes. I figured she would come up with some excuse why she couldn't, or someplace else she had to be, or maybe even something lame like she just washed her hair and didn't want to leave the house. BUT to my great surprise, I heard back from her in a short time saying she really wants to go, but she has to get out of babysitting, but she will try everything she can to make it. Now my libido began to rise, just the slightest with the imaginations going on in my head about this little girl. Already I began planning the dirty little things I wanted to do to her, even with just this small hint of encouragement. I kept stopping myself and in my head kept a running mantra, "you're never going to get this .... you're never going to get this .... you're fucking crazy if you think you are EVER going to get this ... " OK, so now I'm thinking she still won't show. She was just being nice to a crazy person. I mean, that's how I treat crazy people right? Tell them what they want to hear and disappear before anyone gets shot! I help clean the house and get ready for people to arrive with my live-in girlfriend Candy, whom I adore down to the core. She is everything I have ever wanted in a woman: Smart, funny, skinny and kinky. Let's face it, my list of things I look for in a woman isn't all that long, but it IS very critical that she be all these things. If even one of them is missing then I am going to lose interest faster then a teenager looking at homework. People start to arrive and we are all laughing and chatting when I get a text saying that she is on her way. My heart skips a beat, or two, or maybe even three. I feel my breath catch in my throat, my palms get sweaty, and my mind just starts going crazy with the possibilities! It was either that or I was having a heart attack. Everyone is getting antsy to start playing board games, but I keep stalling them waiting for her to arrive. Then I get a text saying she is here, but can't find the house, so I go outside and stand on the deck to wave at her if I see her drive by. Which she eventually does, I do the hand wave thingy, she pulls up, gets out and I swear to god every bit of blood in my body rushed right out of my head and straight into my cock. Hell, I'm surprised it didn't hit her in the eye as she walked up my steps and held out her hand for me to shake. Hell I'm also surprised that I had enough blood left in my upper body to be able to lift my arm to shake her hand. So we go inside and sit at the table with everyone else, and I felt a small twinge of guilt for my lady-love because I had the foresight to set up the table so that I would be sitting next to this little diamond when she arrived tonight. Even when I wasn't sure if she would show or not, I still had the foresight to set things up, just in case. Now, this is MY element. I have never done good in bars or large crowds when it comes to women. Let's face it, I am short and bald, so in those other kinds of places I don't stand out. In fact, at my height, I kind of stand UNDER all the other guys. Top that off with my aversion to raising my voice unless absolutely necessary and I become kind of a wall flower. I just have no way to show off my true talents. But here, in a small group setting without loud music I can use my one main attribute to lure women in: Humor! I learned a long time ago, back when I was her age, that women are irresistibly attracted to men with humor. It doesn't matter if they are tall or short or skinny or fat or ugly or even if they look like a model. Any woman I have ever wanted is attracted to humor. And I use mine like a Venus fly trap. I'll get them attracted initially with some little jokes and humorous anecdotes, all the while asking them questions directly while using their name every once in a while. The use of their name ads a certain sort of familiarity to them, while the little jokes help ease their tension in meeting a new person. After a little bit of this, I will progressively increase the amount and depth of my joking behavior until it's a little, shall we say, risky. If I sense they are into this kind of humor I'll keep it up, but if I sense they are uncomfortable, I scale it back to comfortable proportions. It's also wise at this point to start in with some physical humor and light, friendly touching. Board games like "Cranium" are incredibly good at allowing me to show off not only my humor, but also my intellectual capabilities. Sure, I may once in a while answer something wrong, but for the most part I get them right. This game also allows you to lure your prospective partner in also through the use of offering to let them make a choice, read a card or be a puppet to your puppet master. When at all possible make sure you choose the cards that have the highest probability of doing the being a puppet master. Not only do you get to be humorous about the answer, but you also get to put your hands on your potential victim. Once a woman is lured in with my humor it's only a matter of time before I close the jaws of life around her and make her mine. The party was a huge success from my point of view. I was able to stand out in the limelight of the evening, show off my talents and have a good time. But as I could feel the party winding down, I decided to make my move. Now, being a young girl of 18 and knowing that she had a cell phone on her that she preferred to text with rather then talk on, it made my job so much easier. I'm a texter also. So, I decided to throw caution to the wind and I sent her: "Would you be interested in staying after everyone leaves to have some fun with Candy and me?" Her answer: "Yes as long as I am not intruding." SCORE! Oh my FUCKING god. No fucking way did that work? I mean I just met this girl today, and she's only 8 days into 18 years old! Holy fucking shit, my mind was racing. I wanted to scream at everyone to leave, but I had to play good host until they got out of there. While I was waiting for everyone to leave, I surreptitiously found my bag of toys, my leather vest and leather gloves and situated them so that they would be easy to get a hold of. I even slipped upstairs for a few minutes to lay out the dildos, cuffs, straps and jellies on the bed and put an eye bolt in the ceiling. As I came down stairs I heard the last of the folks getting ready to leave so I grabbed my leather gloves and started slipping them on quietly. My luck was holding, because as the last folks walked out the door I happened to be standing right behind her with my leather gloves on and a dark hallway behind me. No sooner did the door close then I reached from behind her and placed my hand over her mouth, hooked my left arm through her left arm and grabbed her right elbow and pulled her backwards into the dark with me. Her body immediately stiffened, but she didn't fight it at all, nor did she try to make any sounds for help. Sitting in the dark hallway I waited a few moments watching for the headlights of the last guest to turn on and leave. Then I pushed her back into the living room just in time for my girlfriend to come in from having a smoke. The look on my girlfriends face was priceless. At first it was slight shock at seeing me with my hand over another girls mouth, but then it turned from surprise into a sultry smile because she knew that I had a gift her for the both of us to enjoy. Candy came over as I held the new little toy in my hands and started to immediately undress her. Her desire to see this nubile young girl naked was almost as driven as mine. Maybe more so. Right here with my hand over her mouth was about as close to heaven as I think I could ever be. You see, my personal fetish is holding my hand over a girls mouth from behind. The fetish is heightened even more if I am wearing leather gloves. Triple the heightening if the girl is shorter then me and quadruple it again if she just turned 18, 8 days ago! In other words, I was almost ready to blow my wad just standing there holding her, not to mention watching my girlfriend undress her and play with her breasts. It didn't take long at all for the two of us to move our little toy upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, we cuffed her hands with Velcro ties and hung her wrists from the eye bolt in the ceiling. Now I got a chance to see her incredibly great ass, and it is probably one of the nicest asses I have had the pleasure to molest in my life. As one person described it once "It's like two soccer balls bouncing off of each other." Her skin was also a pleasure to behold. So young and resilient and tight, that I just wanted to run my hands all over it. So I did. I came around to her naked breasts and while in her profile she said that she was very self-conscious about them, she really had no need to be. They were perfectly proportioned. Absolutely and wonderfully delicious! Sure she had almost non-existent nipples, but that sure as hell didn't detract from them at all for me. This girl here was my wettest, fucking fantasy. And real! My own personal "black-unicorn". (Please refer to my essay of black unicorns to understand what I am talking about here) As my girlfriend and I played with her body, hanging clothespins from her nipples stroking her freshly shaved pussy, I got harder and harder all the while not believing in my head that this was real. I even pinched myself a few times to make sure that I wasn't just having another wet dream. Candy and I took turns using the vibrator on her and licking her pussy, fingering her ass, caressing her breasts, and kissing her beautiful lips. And just so I could make sure she wasn't getting bored by the attention and to make sure she stayed fully focused on what we were doing to her, I switched her ass a few times with a wooden rod. I didn't want to take it to far on our first time with her, and I had no idea how much of a pain threshold that she might or might not have, so I took it pretty easy on her. After about 20 minutes of this with her hanging from the ceiling and us getting to see just how beautiful her ass was when her legs came together, we decided to move her to the bed. I bent her over the side of the bed and then wrapped Velcro ties around her thighs and secured them to the bed legs. Then I tied her hands spread eagle to the legs at the front of the bed. She was in one of the most vulnerable positions there are. Not only was her beautiful pussy completely exposed, but also her tight, tight, tight little asshole. While my beautiful girlfriend went to work with the vibrating wand on her poor little pussy, I moved up to her head and made good use of her mouth. Oh damn, she is a gagger also. I barely had to get my cock in her throat and she was ready to throw up all over it. A couple of times I got that cool thread of spittle that reached from my cock to her mouth when I pulled out. God I loved fucking that mouth, especially with those brown eyes looking up at me. Then I made her beg for my cock. At first she didn't want to, and being kinda shy she only said it barely under her breath. "Please let me have your cock," breathily said. But I wasn't having any of that. I wanted her to scream for it. So I slapped her a few times, and soon she was calling out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "MORE COCK PLEASE!" That was more like it. And then with her spit all over my cock and her all worked up from Candy licking her and using the vibrator on her I moved around behind her and positioned my cock at the very opening of her asshole. She squirmed so nicely. And oh my god was it tight. In fact so tight, I had trouble getting in there. It took a while. But oh so worth it. Nothing like anally raping a young girl to make me feel exuberant. Candy used the vibrating wand on her clit and pussy while I fucked her in the ass. Maybe next time we could dp this little slut, because she seems open to it all. But I didn't ass fuck her for long, as I didn't want to use her up too much on the first time, so I wiped off my cock with a baby wipe, and then untied her from the fur bed legs and made her get up on the bed. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her face down into Candy's waiting pussy, forcing this cunt licking little girl down on her first pussy to lick and nibble, as I slid my cock into her waiting, moist pussy. Damn it was hot. Hot, wet and ready to be fucked. And oh so damn good! When I came I could hear myself screaming out as I dumped my full load into her. Then while I lay spent on the bed, basking in the afterglow of fucking this gorgeous little girl I watched as my lady licked her pussy clean of all my cum. What a hell of a night. And the next session with her will be even better for all parties involved.

[theartofalf]

Movie Night

Candy had been working on this girl for almost 2 month to "play" with us, but for some reason either she would back out at the last minute, or we would have something come up ... or maybe the stars just weren't aligned right. But then one Friday afternoon I am sitting at work and mentally masturbating myself with the thought that "wouldn't it be fun if we could get a girl to meet us in a movie theater and then molest her together?"

No sooner did I imagine the possibilities then I texted her to tell her my latest foray into debaucherous thinking. She texted me back "I'll get on that."

Well, as a guy I expected that the text message was most likely just her being sarcatic. Lord knows we have enough of that stuff floating around the air of our house that if it had real physical substance our house would be too full for us to actually live in ... and it would run over into the neighbors yards on either side of us, then down the block, around the neighborhood and most likely no one living this side of the continental divide would have any place left to get away from it.

So, typically, I didn't think much else about it.

Much to my surprise, she texts me later and asks "What theater, movie and time?"

I sit at my desk for a few minutes in shock, numbness running through my brain as I try to put two sentences together in my head that might have more then a single syllable between them. Finally the frozen pea that I call a brain begins to function again and I decide I want a fairly empty theater for this to happen in, so I get online and find the cheapest movie house in the area, playing what hopefully will be the worst movie of all time that no one else in the world wants to see, and at a late hour so that all the moms and dads that might happen to have nothing to do will be too tired to go. And I write her back with my ideas.

She writes back "K. All set up."

Holy fucking hell. Do I have an awesome woman or what?

When I get off work we quickly go into gear, grabbing all our toys, getting dressed and head to the area where the movie theater is at to scope out whether there are any abandoned buildings that we might be able to convince her to sneak off to with us after the movie. But none of the buildings seem right, so we fall back on our own normal abandoned warehouse playground that we like to use, which is about a 10 minute drive from the movies. Turns out, this was exactly the right place.

The warehouse used to be a lumber yard in years gone by, and sits out all by it's lonesome away from homes and the only businesses nearby are all closed at night, so there is very little chance that anyone could hear us play, especially when our "toys" are usually bound, gagged and won't be able to be heard from more then a small distance anyway. But, there is always that small chance that we could be caught in a compromising position with some young girl all tied up, and the two of us with whips in our hands that keeps us coming back for more.

We get all our implements set up just where we want them, so that all will go smoothly if we get the chance to come back here. Then we head out for a nice pre-fun dinner to make sure we will have enough energy for all that is about to come .... or CUM, as may be the case.

As we are buying out tickets I can feel the air just get thicker and thicker with both of ours anticipations. There was a palpable feel, almost electric between the two of us. Extreme excitement passed back and forth within our smiles of delight and mischievousness. We had never done something like this before together, and especially not something planned like this at a moment's notice, so to speak. Usually I did all the planning, and being such a control freak I would plan for each and every little detail, leaving nothing to chance. Things needed to go the way I wanted them to, or someone could get hurt. This time was different. While we did a little bit of prep work, it was most definitely more spontaneous then I usually allowed. And that excited me. Really fucking excited me!

In the theater itself, we arrived just as the previous show was exiting, so we could get exactly the seats we wanted just in case more people showed up then anticipated. The seats we wanted were back row ... of course.

Candy had told her to sit in the back row and we didn't want to take any chances that others would sit with us. Did I mention that we had never actually met this girl in person before? No, I didn't, and that's another thing that was making me so fucking hot that my cock was about to unbutton my jeans by itself and crawl out. This girl was a total unknown. We had her picture and we knew what she liked and what she wanted to happen to her, but other then that we didn't know much. We were taking a real big chance here. I mean, what happens if someone that looks slightly like her sits in the back row with us and we molest the wrong girl? Yeah, things could go bad rather quickly. Candy had told her to wear a skirt, a white blouse and her hair in a ponytail, but hell anyone could be wearing something similar, right?

And that thought made me even hotter. Gods I'm a sicko!

So Candy sat at one end of the back row and I sat at the other with the theory that no matter where she sat in the back row one of us would be on each side of her and all we had to do was move in a few seats and have her trapped between us.

A few people started trickling into the movie, but they all sat far forward of us, which is exactly what I had been hoping for.

And then, there she was. It couldn't be anyone else but her. She looked exactly like her pictures, and was wearing a skirt (technically a flower patterned sarong, but we'd let that slight slip pass this time ... next time she will wear exactly what we tell her or there will be more severe consequences.) a white blouse and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail ... and she looked very nervous.

Damn, even hotter!

We waited for the previews to start and the lights to dim before we moved in. One of us on each side of her. She didn't seem surprised, but at the same time I could see her tense up. Which was perfect. It made me feel like a predator, and I like that feeling. Knowing my prey is right at hand and they can't get away, the smell of fear coming off of them as I am breathing down their neck.

As the previews played in front of us, I slowly bumped arms with her a couple of times, keeping myself in check. O gods, how I wanted to just dive in, but I wanted to draw this out. I wanted her fear to rise to new heights. I wanted to see and feel her breath coming quicker and faster with each little thing that I did.

Mom always told me it was rude to play with my food before I ate it, but I never could help myself. I was always moving my peas around my plate and mixing them with pieces of corn and carrots, pretending there were little vegetable battles raging around the mounds of mashed potatoes, while the steak generals were ordering their troops to go to their deaths in honor.

And I played with her just like all my toys. They were MINE, and god forbid the toy didn't do what I wanted it to do. But this time I was having fun sharing my toy with someone else, and from the looks of it, she was having just as much fun teasing her on the other side as I was.

Finally, the movie started, which was the cue for me to slide my hand into an inside pocket and slowly, quietly bring out a velcro strap that has a D-clip on the end. Surreptitiously I dropped the D-clip portion through the cup holder between her and I. Before hand I had made sure there was a way to attach the clip. Then I reached over and slid my hand into her hand which was sitting in her lap.

I felt, more then heard the "gasp", intake of breath from me suddenly going from bumping elbows to grabbing her hand and pulling it over to the arm of the chair. I wrapped the velcro straps into place as I heard and watched my lady love, Candy, on the other side of her doing the same.

This little girl was now ours!

Slowly I slid her sarong up and found that she had been a good girl and had not worn panties. Those things could be such a pain in a situation like this. I mean, I would have had to bring out my knife and cut them off, and I didn't want to do that.

Reaching down I drew a finger along her gash, feeling that she was already wet and ready down there. Then I brought my hand up to her mouth and placed my soaking wet finger in her slack jaws. She licked it off hungrily.

That's what I love about situations like this. The thinking that goes on inside a woman's head is such great foreplay. Just them thinking about what MIGHT happen is more then enough to get their juices flowing without me ever having to even touch them.

Soon though, she was doing a lot more then thinking as not only my hand was dipping between her thighs, but also my girlfriends hand. First I would finger her clit, then my girlfriend would, then I would, then Candy would again, and I am sure the dichotomy of the two sets of hands going at different paces and different hardness was driving her crazy with anticipation of what would come next.

Then I pulled out my second toy of the night from an inside pocket. A finger vibrator, which I wrapped around my middle finger and slid between her legs making sure to place it right on top of her clit, while I felt my girlfriends fingers slowly fucking her from the other side.

It didn't take long at all before I could hear and feel her breath coming in quick gasps, her fear lessening as she figured this was all we were going to do to her.

She was wrong.

Candy leaned over her body and kissed me deeply, then whispered in my ear "Lets get our little toy out of here. I want to do so much more to her."

We unhooked the cuffs from the cup holders and attached them to one another, just as if she had handcuffs in front of her body. Then Candy wrapped a jacked around the cuffs so the other patrons couldn't see that this poor, innocent looking little girl was being whisked away as our prisoner. We took a side exit our of the theater, which opened up right on where we had parked the car. As we pushed her down into the back seat, I told Candy to blindfold her and I got in and drove.

In the rearview mirror I could see my beautiful lady love molesting the hell out of this young, hot little girl. Her tongue sliding across her mouth, her hands pulling her breasts out of her shirt and playing with them and then reaching down to play with her some more, keeping her on edge till we got to our little playground.

What I liked most about our hidey-hole is that we could drive our car right into the warehouse, so there was little to no chance that anyone would ever see what we were bringing inside. And our package this time was precious indeed.

Inside the warehouse we drug her out of the car leaving the headlights on and the music blaring, adding a certain element to the play we also didn't normally do.

While I tied her to the waiting cargo straps hanging down from the ceiling and securing her legs so that she couldn't bring them together, Candy was undressing her and I could see that she just couldn't help but fondle her repeatedly during the process.

What a good girl I have.

Once she was all undressed and secure with a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the fun really began in earnest.

While candy started on her juicy pussy, I went around in front of her and played with her small, little breasts. Oh man, she had the biggest, hardest nipples, and they felt so good with my mouth running over them, biting them softly, then a little harder, my hand on her throat as molested her breasts repeatedly for a good long while.

I looked down and was very satisfied to see that Candy's tongue was moving not just across the clit, but between the lips, almost cutting them apart so it could slide in and out. Once again it didn't take long for her breath to start coming in gasps and I could feel her body trembling, rocking back and forth not only wanting more from Candy, but also getting it.

Time to turn on the heat.

I pulled out a long, thin switch and started running it across her body, drawing lines in her alabaster white skin that left red streaks in it's wake. Just when I thought she was getting used to this, I suddenly drew back and let the switch come down across her ass cheeks, and not very gently either.

Then while Candy continued to draw her juices to an ebbing flow, I started switching her faster and faster all over her buttocks, lower back and upper thighs. Letting her know exactly what she was to us. Our toy. Our fuck toy, that we could do whatever we wanted too.

Pretty soon other toys made their way out of the backpack of fun: a small vibrator, a dildo, and a magic wand.

The magic wand is my favorite thing to use on a woman, especially when she is all tied up and can't get away from it. I just love the sense of power that comes from making a woman orgasm, whether she wants to or not. And with as much foreplay as this girl had been experiencing all evening, it didn't take long at all to make her cum hard.

I was a little disappointed though, I am so used to using it on my lady Candy, and she is a squirter, so when this girl didn't squirt, I felt a little sad. But not sad enough to not fuck her.

After a while of having her tied helplessly hanging from the ceiling, we decided to let her down, mainly so Candy could use a double headed dildo on her. But, with Candy being very inexperienced at this, that didn't go so well. So I forced our new little pets head between Candy's legs and made her bring my lady to an orgasm, while I fucked her from behind.

I had to go slow though, because all this foreplay worked on me too. If I had let myself I would have cum as soon as stuck my cock in her tight, wet hole. But control I did until I had enough of fucking her and wanted my true loves tight cunt.

Forcing the two of them into a 69 position with my lady on top, I began fucking her beautiful pussy while repeatedly pushing it down onto out new little sluts face, forcing her to lick and lick, while I fucked and fucked.

As I felt myself on the verge of blowing my wad I pulled out and came all over the little girls face, expending myself all over her.

God that was fun!

I can hardly wait till we find another beautiful little girl to molest. And the public element, definitly going to fit into more and more fantasies in the future!

[theartofalf]

Life kinda gets in the way sometimes

The best laid plans of mice and men .... Yeah, we all know how that turns out. You have the best of intentions, you make plans and then real life comes crashing down on you and says ... **FUCK YOU AND YOUR PLANS!** First thing, I wake up to a bunch of fluffy, white stuff all over the ground on Thursday morning. And, I'm not talking about one of the cats possibly getting a hold of  feather pillow either, and shredding it to tiny little pieces and then sitting there with a Cheshire grin on their face. No, I could have handled that. Instead it was that cold, wet stuff that falls (I would say periodically, but we know its become more of a regular occurrence then not) from the sky, and makes us turn our eyes toward the heavens and say "Fuck, it's supposed to be spring." As I walk out the door and it shuts behind me, a nice little chunk falls off the roof and splats perfectly down the back of my jacket. Just fa..fa..fucking nice right? Imagine cold shiver going down my spine right then and not the good kind either. (Is there a good kind?) Strike one. I've been walking to work since the weather has been "not freezing your balls off cold", but that was right out. I have enough trouble not killing myself, others, small children, or cute little kittens when I am not walking on ice. So I did the world a favor by not chancing it and drove the eight blocks to work instead. Of course I felt so guilty about 1. not getting exercise 2. Using gas at $3.64 a gallon and 3. Driving my truck which needs a serious alignment and new front tires, that I really couldn't enjoy the ride at all. Lets just discount the possibility that it was probably even less safe for the world with me behind the wheel, even if for only a few minutes then it is for me to walk on ice. We'll call this one "half a strike" Work is going along as expected. I don't feel like a giant monster is going to rip forth from my rib cage and gobble my coworkers up for most of the morning at least. Which is a nice change. Its not too busy, or too slow (unlike this morning when I have all the fucking time in the world to write this shit) and I am feeling like it might be pretty alright for a Thursday (I never got the hang of Thursdays.) And for lunch I go home just like every other day, which is one of the many reasons I live only eight blocks from work. I eat leftovers from a dinner we had eaten out at a really nice restaurant the night before. Most of the lamb had already been eaten the night before so it was mostly rice and potatoes left, which I covered with Tapatio sauce and scarfed down. No problem there right? Except that completely did me in. I am now so fucking tired from: 1. Not working out 2. Eating. and 3. Driving to work -  that I am now ready to fall asleep at the wheel driving the phenomenal distance of eight blocks back to work. Fuck me! I can hardly hold my head up back at work and now they are piling the work on me more then they have all week long. Figures. Strike two and a half! Just about the time I feel like I might get over the "lunch time blues", I start to feel a little annoyance down in my lower belly. No problem right. Go take a dump and all will be better. EXCEPT .... It increases from an annoyance to in between getting flicked in the balls and having Wiley E. Coyote falling from the sky holding onto an anvil and landing directly on the aforementioned genital area. (Us men are really bad about judging pain levels when it comes to our nuts) Strike three and half So, I make it through the rest of the day without either drooling or doing a technicolor yawn all over my keyboard, and with only making a minimum of five trips to the mens room and playing 30 games of tetris on my phone. (Believe it or not I can now average a game of 40 lines in under three minutes.) Take a half a strike back ... ha, take that mother nature. I'll control how much you can fuck with me! *(Anyone who knows me will now probably want to stay a minimum of 15 feet from me because I am sure that lightning will surely strike me down at the most inappropriate time, like say ... during sex. Not that I can have any right now with my balls feeling like the elephant man just gave me a hand job.)* I walk through the door of my home about 30 seconds before my lovely children who had promised they would clean the house today, and who (in their words) weren't expecting me yet and were just about to clean before I came home. Yeah right! Then I find out my lovely, heart of gold girlfriend has just spent the last two hours at the courthouse waiting to see if her spawn of Satan son is going to get out of jail. And he does. Which totally throws her off kilter since he has no where to go except to sleep on the floor at her place. A place, mind you that she no longer really lives in because she has rented out all the rooms and is living with me. I'd offer to let him sleep on my couch, but: 1. I already have an itinerant 18 year old teenager sleeping there and 2. I don't fucking trust him not to walk off with everything I fucking own while I am snoring into my nose strips upstairs. Now, as much as I love my beautiful lady, and I know that she feels responsible for how her son is so ... lets say untrustworthy and leave it there ... I cannot, and will not allow that kind of mistrust in my own household. At least not again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and I'll fucking bash your fucking head in with a fucking mace! Strike four, five and six! And just to top everything else off Netflix started doing that "loading" thing right when I wanted to watch a show. Fuck My Life! Needless to say, we decided the day had been quite enough for the two of us and couldn't make our planned meeting of BOOTS with our friends at the local Ihop.

[theartofalf]

evenmyegoispink:

envy-personified:

garyfrick:

schwaggology:

It had to be made.

Now I have a Pocahontas reference: Savages! Savages! Barely even human, now we sound the drums of war!

“so much win~”

srsly

[theartofalf]

Fuck teases!

I fucking hate people who think they can keep you hanging forever and never think that they have to follow through and be a REAL person. They always have a fucking excuse about why they can't do this, or why they can't come to that place.

Fuck it, I'm done dealing with fakes.

[theartofalf]

cbetts:

The Key of Pleasure

[theartofalf]

Thinking of becoming a swinger, just so I can use people's hot tubs.