Various Smut Stories...

[Tawse]

Bar

I sat in the bar and watched you for most of the night. Watched you work your way from table to table flirting with all the guys and most of the girls; milking your sex for better tips, stares, and probably your choice of partner to take home for the night. Yeah I’d been watching you.

I don’t know when my thoughts developed into a plan to make you mine, but they did. You were going to be mine before the night was over. I had it all figured out too. It was going to be at the bar, maybe in the back supply room. Wait until it was late and a few of the other employees had left for the evening. I could be amazingly quiet, especially when it meant getting what I wanted, and I wanted my cock in your cunt more than anything. I wanted to be the one to spread you open the one to make you moan and grind against my pounding attentions. The one that made you lose control, the one that made you throw your head back and scream as you fucked my dick with the passion of someone’s last moments on this earth.

I set the beer down and watched you some more. I had stopped bothering looking away when you glanced over. In fact I had a hand on my cock and made sure to rub it so you knew what I was doing when you glanced over. Your eyes lowered and I knew you saw my hand stroking slowly up and down while my gaze lowered and looked at the bottom of that very short skirt you were flittering around in. I looked up just as you were looking back up into my eyes. I winked and you turned away. I knew you were turned on. I knew you wanted my cock, knew that you saw how hard I was.

I watched as you and a co-worker went outside. My mind lit up as this was most likely going to be my chance. I got up and made my way towards the emergency exit the two of you had exited thru. I wondered if you were smoking out there, maybe fucking her. I stayed on that last thought.

Thinking about watching you and another chick make out. My cock got even harder as I imagined her hand thrusting into you, your legs spread to accommodate…

What’s this?

The co-worker was coming back in. Her mascara was smudged and her eyes were still wet from a good cry. Ah drama at the bar. I expected you to follow her in, but you didn’t. My cock jumped in anticipation. This was it.

I pushed open the door into the dark alley behind the bar. I was surprised it was so dark; usually there was an annoyingly bright street light behind these kinds of places, to prevent the kinds of things that I wanted to do to you from happening. I heard some boxes moving and looked to where I heard the noise. There you were scrounging thru the empty boxes. I wondered what you were looking for, but not for too long. I made my approach quietly and quickly. The distance between us became a few feet within seconds. I stepped forward and closed that gap. You turned right as I was about to touch you. You jumped and looked like you were about to scream but I quickly clamped my hand over your mouth. I told you to be quiet. Told you how you wanted this, how you needed what I had and how I knew you did. How you were out here waiting for me, how you had been teasing my cock all night and that it was time to pay up.

I lead you backwards until your back hit the wall of the building. Your eyes were alive with fear and lust. My hand stayed on your mouth while the other hand snaked into your panties and thrust two fingers deep into what I knew was going to be a very wet pussy. And it was wet. It was drenched. “Yeah slut, I knew you wanted it!” I grinned as I worked 3 fingers into you. You shook your head no back and forth but your eyes were saying “Fuck me harder”. I pulled my hand out of your cunt and removing my hand from your mouth shoved my fingers into your mouth. “Suck it slut, taste how much you want me to fuck you raw.” I hissed as I pulled my belt loose and dropped my pants to the ground, my cock standing at full attention. You were sucking heavily on my fingers, taking all of yourself from me, making me think I wanted those lips wrapped around my cock. “Get on your knees slut” I demanded. “Please...” You started to protest. “Don’t make me repeat myself” was my only reply.

You knelt down before me and I put the head of my cock at your lips. “Don’t fuckin bite me” I warned and then guided your mouth over my shaft watching intently as my cock was enveloped by your mouth. I pulled your head down firmly over my shaft until I could hear you gag against it. Then I held you there letting you feel it possess your throat before guiding you off my cock and back down. “That’s how I want it, slut. Got that? Go down deep, don’t shallow suck me.” I then let go of your head and smiled as you started to fuck my dick as I had asked, taking it deep and sucking hard before pulling off of it. I grunted my approval and started to rock against your attentions. I loved good head and you certainly gave good head. I was losing myself to your attentions, I was not far from blowing my seed down your throat, but that’s not what I really wanted. That wasn’t where I wanted to cum. I hoped you sucking me off had kept you wet because there wasn’t time for foreplay.

I put my hand on your head and told you to stop and stand up. Then I led you to an air conditioning unit and leaned you against it, removing your panties first. I saw the look in your eyes. You knew what was next. I guided the head of my cock to your pussy and looked into your eyes as I slammed it home in one stroke. Yes that’s what I want. You called out as it stretched you. It was painful I know, but it’s ok… it would feel really good before too long. I kept it deep inside until I felt you relax against it then I pulled out watching your eyes as I buried it deep inside you again. This time there was still pain but there was lust as well. You repositioned your hands and pushed down on my cock. I knew you wanted me, I knew you wanted this. I took that as my queue and started fucking you in earnest. You started to moan and writhe; your body twisted as I pummeled your cunt with my cock. I was making primal noises to match yours. I wanted to get even deeper within you, wanted to possess you more fully than anyone else had before me or would after me. I wanted you to remember my cock. You wrapped your legs around me and start to milk my cock with intensity. I felt myself close to cumming and I started long deep thrusts into you until I finally shot my load deep into you, my cock jumping against your contractions. God I love a woman who can milk a cock.

I pulled out of you and retrieved my pants, pulled them up and fastened them. “C’ya later slut” I say and smile before heading back inside the bar.

[Tawse]

This is a scene from a larger scene.. from an even larger telling.. that may eventually work it's way into what would resemble a novel...

Predator...

I was in one of those moods again and I knew just how to blow off some steam. I picked up my cell phone and scrolled through my list of contacts stopping on her name. It had been two months since we talked but I didn’t have any hesitation or anxiety about calling her up out of the blue like this. Not even at almost 2:30 in the morning.

I pushed the talk button and held the phone to my ear waiting for the ringing to start. Within four rings her sleepy, and yet could that be excited, voice answered the phone.

“What’s up?” I asked dropping my voice to the sound I knew she responded to the most. She stretched, making sounds that were close to orgasmic. I’m sure this was a calculated move on her part. She knew what I liked.

“I was sleeping.” She responded.

“Can you come over?” I asked cutting over the pleasantries.

“You know I’m with Tony now.” She responded yet I noticed she didn’t say no.

“What does Tony have to do with this? You saying you don’t want to feel me buried inside of you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, but…”

“It’s one night.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Trace, you know I want to... but this always fucks with my head.”

I sighed into the phone. It was never this difficult before. I was about to tell her fine, and wish her luck when she replied.

“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll head over there… son of a bitch you better not be too tired by the time I get there.” She protested into the phone, and hung up before I could say anything more.

Forty minutes later there was a light knock on the door. I got up from the couch, adjusted myself as I walked and then waited a few seconds before I opened the door. You can’t have them thinking you’re as anxious as they are, it off sets the balance.

She came thru the door wearing a long black jacket. It was cold outside but not that cold so I knew that the chances she was naked under the jacket were pretty high. She didn’t say a word but instead leaned back up against the door, closing it behind her.
I was upon her that quickly. I pushed against her listening for the click that indicated the door has closed completely, and then I locked the deadbolt with my left hand as my right started undoing the buttons to her jacket.

“Nice seeing you again too…” She said as her hand fell to my crotch and she ran her fingernails up my hard cock. I breathed in between clenched teeth and looked her in the eyes, we both smiled and I pulled her into me opening her mouth and her jacket to my advances. Her mouth was warm and her skin under the jacket was in fact bare. My hand ran and cupped her mound, my middle finger working between her lips and I was pleased to find how wet she was for me.

Her fingers pulled the zipper of my pants down and skillfully pulled out my cock, she then knelt down before me and took me into her mouth. I let out a moan and a low growl as she pulled my entire length into her mouth. She knew I loved watching a woman give me a blow job. Hell what made it even better is that she wasn’t one of those women who thought it was humiliating, hell no she felt empowered by the whole thing. Worked for me so who was I to complain. She worked into a rhythm that I could have easily ridden to an orgasm, but we both knew that’s not why she was here. I could get most women to blow me; scoring a bj wasn’t really the hardest thing in the world. Hell just tell a woman she’s the best and that you love her and you can get at least one good round of sword swallowing in. No, that’s not why she was here at all.

“Get up here.” I smiled down at her.

“Yes Sir” she answered and stood up. This time she kissed me passionately and forcefully and I let her. Her tongue explored my mouth and ignited even more fires in my body. Her hand rose to my throat and squeezed it, my body responded almost immediately and I let out a moan into her mouth as my knees got weak. She knew my buttons.

“You know you’re worse than a junkie.” She said, pulling back her hand still having its squeeze around my throat. “On your knees” It wasn’t a request.

I knelt down on my knees and she released my throat, and moved closer to me. “Do it as good as you always do, or no treat for you.” She threatened as she spread her lips before me, opening her pussy for my mouth to explore.

I didn’t hesitate, and no man worth his weight would have. I went busy to work, worshipping her clit, running my tongue along her swelling heat. I moaned when I hit a particularly sweet spot and she pushed herself down hard against me, her hand wrapping around my hair and pulling me into her. I pulled her clit into my mouth and worked it like a little cock, pulling it into my mouth and then releasing it… over and over until she screamed out an orgasm and released my hair signaling that I could and should stop. I leaned back on my knees and looked up at her smiling.

“Holy fuck have you got skills boy. But I suppose you know that don’t you? Get up”

I stood up and looked at her pleased to know I have pleased her.

“You want what I came here for?” She asked.

“Of course I do.” I responded

She looked at me and I am pretty sure I saw some disappointment in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Instead she brushed past me and headed into my bedroom. I followed her, discarding my shirt and pants along the way. When I entered the bedroom she pushed me back on the bed and then climbed on top of me.

She straddled me and I watched as she positioned my cock and then slid down upon its shaft. We both let out a moan as our bodies touched each other and I possessed her completely. I pushed my hips into her, trying to take possession of as much of her as I could.

“I wish it were real.” I called out. Aggravation at not being able to completely feel what it was like to be inside of her spilling out.

“You are real.” She said as she rose up and then back down putting us both into a rhythm.

“Make me real.” I asked, no I pleaded in desperation. “Make me feel it. I want to cum deep inside you.”

I rose up to her and she leaned into me, I bent my neck to the side and waited to feel it. She kissed the hollow of my neck and then she released me. I felt a sting and then mild discomfort as her teeth sunk in but then almost immediately I felt the rush of her bite. My mind flooded as our minds linked up and she started to set the stage.

Being bitten by a vampire wasn’t like everyone said it was. Ok, some parts of it were but other parts weren’t. When they bite their victim they can do a Vulcan mind melt of sorts. They can create whatever world they want for the victim of their bite. If they want the bite to be merciful; then you could have your last minutes alive be spend dreaming you’re on the beach. If however you’re an ass, your last minutes alive could be spent burning alive.

In our situation she made me into a real man and not a man stuck in a body somewhere in between male and female.

I could feel my dick deep inside of her. I felt her muscles contract around me and then loosen their grip; milking me from within her warmth. I pushed up against her feeling an orgasm building. She pulled away from me our minds still connected and I rolled us over so I was on top of her. I pushed deep inside and watched as her eyes rolled back. That was the look I liked.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on what it felt like to be inside of her until I felt her hand wrap around my throat again. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, my thrusting got harder and faster.

“More” She said and squeezed harder.

I was pistoning into her as fast as I could at this point, she was moaning and I was growling responses. We were a well oiled machine until she arched up into me and I knew that meant she was having another orgasm. She released my throat and I followed her quickly in orgasm, feeling me filling her. Feeling the heat, feeling the release as my seed entered her. I leaned over and laid my head against her chest.

Then she was out of my head again.

“I know you love me.” She said, her hand weaving into my hair.

“We can’t be.” I responded sitting up and moving away from her.

“I don’t understand why not. We feed off of each other.”

“Because I’m supposed to kill you.” I replied matter-of-factly.

“We don’t have to follow the rules Trace. How do you know that what we’re doing now isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing? What if us being together is what’s needed to stop all this bullshit of predator and prey?”

“Lil, you knew it before I knew it. For Christ's sake, You hunted me down! You showed me this world, you opened my eyes to what I was, you made me fall in love with you and then you pretty much tried to kill me, unless you had forgotten! Just go. I don’t want to have this argument again. I’m so fucking tired of it.”

“And yet you continue to call me.”

“And you continue to come.”

“And I continue to come... We will be Trace, you will see.” Lil finished and then stood up from the bed.

I listened until I heard the door open and shut. That’s when the guilt hit as it always did. Five minutes of being real in exchange for a month or so of mind fuck.

And yet it was worth it.