So sticky.

So tired…

Victor rose from the bed, noting the slight twang in his back from movement.  He sighed quietly as to not rouse the insatiable woman in the bed.  Oh, he wanted her.  Always wanted her. This time he needed the slightest break.

His Mistress kept him much longer than usual.  Her other men must be chewing their nails right now.  She’d never picked a favorite and now, with this strange turn of events, it seemed like Victor may be the first.  His lips curled in a faint smile as he considered what the others must be thinking.

He turned to look at Mistress and his smile brightened more.  She looked so delicious with her hair, still slightly curled, and clinging to her rosy cheek.  Her beautiful full lips were parted as she slept.  Even as she slept, he could see the contented smirk pulling at her mouth.

Victor moved the comforter covering his Mistress, exposing her bare back to him.  His eyes followed the lines of her body, enjoying the way her body rose and fell gently in her sleep.  It only made him want to touch her, but he knew what it meant to do so.

It didn’t matter.  He had to feel that silk smooth skin with his fingers.  Slowly he reached out for her.  He didn’t touch her right away, instead opted to hover along her as though touching her aura.  When he reached her side where her breast pillowed between body and bed, he couldn’t stop himself.  With his forefinger, he traced the roundness there, fascinated with the very feel of it.

Mistress stirred then, groaning softly as she shifted slightly towards the touch.  Moments later, her eyes opened sleepily.  She stared at him for a few moments before she gave him a wicked smile.  Despite how tired he was, Victor felt himself rising eagerly, knowing soon he would be inside his Mistress’ body again, feeding her hunger and sating his own.

“Ready for more, I take it?” she purred as she turned to her back.  When she did, she shifted and opened her legs, putting herself on display. “Pleasure me. Now,” Mistress demanded.

He didn’t have to be told more than once.  With shaking hands, he brushed one breast, tweaking the nipple for a second, before sliding down her stomach to reach home.

“And now, I present to you, ‘Legs Wide Open’!”
Xavier von Bono stepped aside with arms raised in the air, excitedly. Once he found a new spot, he dramatically gestured to his “creation.” Suddenly, booming applause carried through the gallery. Xavier bowed slowly with his continued dramatic flair. He did love his praise.

“Ladies and gentleman, please, enjoy the rest of my exhibits.” He moved to the front of his work, placing a hand on it, “And feel free to fiddle with any bits that excite you, yes no?” he chuckled and his audience joined in as they began to scatter.

He looked down at his creation with an adoring smile.

“Ahh, did I not tell you that you would be the star attraction, my little crumpet?” his hand ran down the smooth silver object, “Now, do your best to lie still. After tonight, you will have everything I promised.” He removed his hand with a proud sigh, “I must do well to entertain my public. Remember, be a good little crumpet, yes.”

Her eyes followed him as Xavier as he went off to mingle. What a precocious bastard, she thought with a hint of anger. More than a hint. How had she let him dupe her into this, she’d never know?

No, that wasn’t true. She knew. Money had talked a whole lot of sense to Morgana when Xavier asked for her assistance on the project. Money and a little bit of fame on the side. Five grand and a mention by the renowned Xavier von Bono sounded like one Hell of a deal to her. Shit, she’d been broke for so long thanks to having to take an extra semester in school, how could she say no?

So, she said yes. Now here she was on her back, completely coated in silver paint that shined just like real metal, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. Xavier chained her to a slab of mahogany with a ring around her neck connected to it. She couldn’t move her arms. Much like her neck, they were clasped down to the wax wood with metal hoops. Two long projections shot out from the base between her knees, holding her legs open wide with the use of chains. Stirrup-like contraptions held her feet in place.

And, really, that wasn’t the worst of it.

Xavier not only made “Legs Wide Open” the centerpiece of his show, but also his most interactive piece of work. Though Morgana was mostly immovable, the wooden base had little compartments holding various tools. No, not tools so much as toys. Smooth metal rods at least eight inches in length, one such rod had a huge, mushroom head. Some were made of glass. Some plastic. They varied in width and length. Just thinking about it made Morgana nervous.

Two young men walked up to the table. Both looked like young college boys. In fact, she was pretty sure that she’d seen them on campus. Morgana gave them the briefest of looks before they noticed. Luckily, neither did.

“Wow,” the young blonde one said, “This thing looks completely real.”

He moved around her with a fluid grace that no man should have. He was a slender thing and tall on top of that. From what Morgana could see, he was a pretty boy with a girlish face. She just got a “nice guy” vibe from him. Hopefully, that was true.

The other boy moved around the piece as well. His finger tapped his lip while observing the piece. Eventually, he stopped behind Morgana, overlooking her. She wanted to look up at him to get a better look at him, but with him so close, she couldn’t manage it.

“I think that’s because this thing IS real.” He said softly

The blonde looked back at his companion, mouth gapping in mild horror.

“You must be joking.” He half-laughed

The companion moved closer to his friend while running his fingers through his shoulder-length dark hair. Morgana couldn’t help admiring the second man. He was equally as lanky as the blonde, but with his tight shirt, she could tell how well defined his body was. He didn’t move with a fluid grace as the other had, nor did he have that nearly girlish look. That one seemed more like an artist in his own right.

“Jim,” the dark-haired one said after a few moments, “That’s a person.”

The blonde laughed again. Morgana took the opportunity to blink now that the two weren’t paying attention.

“Well, Vince, I think you’re wrong.” Jim shook his head, “You’ve gotta be wrong.”

Vince shrugged, then knelt down before Morgana to take a closer look. Taking Vince’s cue, Jim joined him, but closer to Morgana’s face. The other lingered near her thighs.

“This is von Bono we’re talking about,” Vince’s voice sounded in his apparent low timbre, “he does weird shit like this all the time.”

Jim responded with a “hm” sound as he leaned closer to her. Morgana could smell the peppermint of his breath along with another scent. What was that? Like the scent of the sea, with a hint of musk? Whatever it was, it smelled incredible.

His hot breath blew on her face as he continued to lean in. It was a struggle not to blink or to breathe heavily. Inwardly, she prayed that she still seemed like a believable statue. Otherwise, Xavier would be pissed. Then again, Vince was already suspicious.

“She’s really beautiful.” Jim said, quietly

Morgana was suddenly glad for the silver coating. The flush she felt rising on her cheeks was furious.

“She looks like a chick at school.” Vince said as his hands slid down her leg, “Heh, warm to the touch. Definitely a person.”

Jim pulled back from her face, but not before she heard a swallow from his throat. He hung back with an astonished look in his eye. Obviously, he didn’t want to believe it.

“Go on, touch her.” Vince said as he stood up, crossing his arms

Jim smirked at his friend, then rested his hand on Morgana’s chest. His hands were surprisingly cold. Inside, she yelped as he touched her and thanked her luck that the room was already cold keeping her nipples perky already without having had his touch do so. Outwardly, she tried to keep from blinking and to hold her breath. However, his hand would not be moved, at least not yet. He held it there a moment too long. Morgana had no choice but to breathe. Jim pulled his hand back quickly.

“Holy shit.” was all he could say.

Footsteps approached. Jim and Vince turned to look, while Morgana darted her eyes quickly to see who was joining them.

“I see you two are enjoying one of my finer masterpieces.” Xavier said with a lazy sort of drawl, as he patted the hand of an aristocratic appearing woman

Vince shrugged at him. “If you can call it that.”

Xavier gasped, scandalized. The woman waved her hand at the young man with a chuckle.

“Don’t mind him, Xavier.” She let go of the artist’s hand, then sat on the wood slab, next to Morgana’s head, “My, my, you’ve certainly out done yourself. You are ahead of your time.” She said as she stroked Morgana’s arm.

Despite herself, Morgana felt a tremble run along her arm. All this attention was getting to her, especially now that the Jim fellow was eyeing every part of her form. He seemed fascinated, but on edge now that he knew the truth.

The rich woman’s hand continued moving along her skin. Underneath the silver paint, she felt goose bumps rising under her touch. How did her hands get so soft? It rivaled silk. And she was so gentle.

“Thank you, madam. I pride myself on this piece. It’s magnificent, yes?” Xavier said with an almost snooty tone

“Oh, yes.” The woman purred as her hands cupped Morgana’s breast, giving it a squeeze, “Very nice. So luxurious.”

Vince scoffed. The woman turned to him with a raised brow.

“What is your problem, young man? Do you not appreciate fine art?”

Vince was not the one to answer. Instead, Jim spoke up.

“This is a real person, not art.”

The woman laughed at Jim.

“I know.” She smiled lewdly to Jim as she continued to squeeze Morgana’s breast. The soft mound complied to each movement of the fingers. “I’m a connoisseur of our Xavier’s works.”

The woman’s attention turned back to the girl tied down to the slab. She let out a wistful sigh.

“I’d give anything to have firm breasts like this again.” She said while giving the breast a firm grab–one that would have left marks if Morgana’s skin hadn’t been painted, “Firm enough to bounce right, but soft.”

Xavier tsked the two onlookers. “It is a shame that you two aren’t playing like you should be.” He bent down and picked up one of the many tools waiting to be used, “Now, the beauty of ‘Legs Wide Open’ is in these little beauties. Also my creations, by the way, hmm, yes.”

He moved so that he was between Morgana’s legs. Xavier moved the steel rod along her calf, down to her inner thigh. The last fifteen members of the gala stared at the smaller group with curiosity.

“My little crumpet cannot move or make a sound. She is entirely at your mercy. If you get her to do either, well, all that I promise her would be lost.”

The cold metal focused her attention on Xavier. The long pole was slick and smooth as it slid across her leg. Morgana knew what could possibly happen with the tools that Xavier made. Where they would go, how they could be used. But she never expected that it would happen. She figured that Xavier’s group would be more sophisticated than that. Public fucking just didn’t seem like it would be their thing.

The larger crowd finally gathered around “Legs Wide Open” with whet interest for the piece. Morgana had a feeling that the real show was about to start, and her spread legs was the main attraction.

“That’s right, my little ones, gather round, gather round. Discover the beauty of ‘Legs Wide Open.’” There were ohs and ahs all around, which increased when he pushed the rod into Vince’s hand, “Go on. Have fun.”

Vince looked down at the rod, then to his friend. Jim looked as confused as he did, however, Vince recovered quickly. He wasn’t one to turn down a good time. Other people apparently weren’t either. Hands traveled all along Morgana’s body. Some cool and rough, some warm and smooth. The mixture of signals forced more goose bumps on her skin.

“Her skin is so smooth. I can’t believe you used a real person, Xavier.” One older gentleman crooned

“You’re truly a master, X.” a woman giggled.

Xavier beamed at the praise. Morgana’s insides tensed at all the attention her body was receiving.

“Well, come on, kid, use it on her.” The older gentleman grinned as he rubbed his hands together briskly and eagerly.

“Haven’t you people ever heard of foreplay?” the buxom redheaded aristocrat asked, “Tsk, you know that little pussy isn’t ready for that yet.”

The redhead moved between Morgana’s open legs. With a smile, she rubbed her hands up and down the insides of Morgana’s legs. The touch was expertly done. Under normal circumstance, that kind of touch would have been rewarded with a low moan. Now she could do nothing.

“She smells good. Doesn’t she boys?” the redhead asked the younger men in the room, “Maybe you can’t smell it quite yet.” The woman crawled between the stirrups, allowing her short black skirt to ride up enough to display a black thong, “Let’s see what we have here.”

Suddenly, Morgana’s pussy lips parted allowing cold air to hit her thanks to one hand. That cold air helped her clit tighten that much more . . . along with the embarrassment of being on display.

“See, she’s all dry.” The woman pouted.

“I bet you can fix that, can’t you, Lane?” Xavier chuckled

Lane nodded her head slowly as she placed her index finger in her mouth. When she pulled it out, the digit was drenched in saliva. Licking her dark red lips, Lane coated the pink flesh on display. The quivering jolt of Morgana’s box could be viewed by all.

“Oh, haha, did you see that?” she looked up at the old man with wagging brows, “Chester? I know you like that.”

Chester laughed, “I sure did.” He patted Xavier, “You got a nice, horny little slut this time, didn’t you?”

Everyone in the room but the still shocked Jim laughed at that. No one laughed with humor. They were laughs of those that truly enjoyed the human form and all it had to offer. A lewd little laugh that said much more than any words could.

Lane wetted her lips again, then pressed them onto Morgana’s inner thigh lavishly. When she pulled back, a large red mark sat out against the silver.

“Ooh, that color definitely looks good on you, dear.” Lane said then licked a line from the lipstick mark to the still spread pussy.

The redhead smiled once her mouth hovered over Morgana’s center. It took everything in Morgana not to make a sound of excitement or desire. She simply found a spot on the ceiling to focus on as she had before. Hopefully, no one noticed her eye twitch when Lane’s hot tongue darted around the hardening pink nugget usually buried in flesh.

Damn, that woman must have done this countless times. Morgana had her fair share of lovers in her time, so she was no stranger to oral pleasuring. But Lane . . . Morgana had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from moaning out. This was the work of an artist in her own right. The tongue danced around the tip of the clit with the tip of tongue, barely applying any pressure, but it was more than enough for the sensitive bit of meat. Morgana’s abdomen tightened to the point in nearly hurt.

Chester grunted, “Give an old man a taste of that.”

Chester moved to one of Morgana’s sides so he could taste the girl, grunting as he met the floor. His head pressed against Lane’s, shoving her back a little. His tongue grazed back and forth at the hood of the clit and just a little beyond, while Lane took up the underside.

“Holy shit . . . ” Vince gasped at the sheer hotness of the scene. Jim nodded in agreement

Morgana could feel that delicious tension before cumming. She felt tight and wet and ready to explode. Hell, it hurt to not scream out about it. They were so close to bringing her and wanted to tell them. The sensation scorched every part of Morgana’s body.

Right as that climax prepared to push her over, both Lane and Chester pulled up, but not before she felt saliva slithering down her slit. It chilled her heat suddenly as the liquid slunk down the crack of her ass. Lane raised a brow at Vince as she crawled from Morgana’s opened legs.

“Now,” she said with a sexual purr, “She’s ready for that. Go on, hunny, she can’t say no.”

Vince couldn’t argue, since it was true. Morgana was a work of art, and she was playing the role well. No normal person could have withstood that without a moan, so she must have been really into the whole idea.

He took Lane’s place between her legs. Damn, the woman was right. That pussy did smell good, especially now that it was all worked up. He rubbed the cold rod up and down Morgana’s glistening slit, and watched it tense involuntarily because of it. That was hot.

The rod was too big for Morgana’s hole, but that didn’t stop Vince from shoving it in. He didn’t care about the tension it met. He just shoved as much in as he could, grunting with a sort of satisfaction as he did. There it sat for a few moments, partially swallowed up in a willing snatch.

He moved his face closer, giving the one of the outer lips a nice licking. Eventually, he took that fold of skin into his mouth to suck. The woman was perfectly smooth . . . not even a hint of stubble, just like he liked it. His hand began moving the rod in and out in long, slow movements while he continued to suckle.

Each slip out of the rod produced a delightfully wet sound. Each slip in made a squish. The sound and smell of it made Vince’s cock rock hard while he played. He wished he’d gone for the softer pants instead of the pair that hugged him, showing off everything he had to offer generously.

Normally, Morgana would have been bucking wildly. The pleasure surged through every inch of her. Her muscles around the sleek rod jumped and tightened like tiny orgasms around that huge thing. It stretched her until she couldn’t stretch anymore, making the space an endless tunnel that the electricity of sex shocked the walls of. That feeling was maddening. God she wanted to cum, but at the same time, she didn’t know if she could contain herself if she did.

“Come on, sport.” Lane said to Jim, maneuvering him closer to Morgana at the breasts, “You should play, too.” She forced him on his knees, “Look at those tits. They’re begging for attention.”

Hesitantly, Jim reached out and took on of those perfect orbs into his hand. His hands were so gentle, sliding along Morgana’s skin as though treasuring it. Maybe he was. Whatever he was doing, along with Vince’s rod play, it was perfect.

Jim’s hand moved down her breast to her stomach. She wasn’t chiseled like far too many girls were at school. No, she had a little meat and roundness to her tummy. He liked that. She was so . . . real. His mouth replaced his hands, taking a hard nipple between his teeth, while his tongue wiggled against it. Meanwhile, his hand continued to slip down until it met the mound before the split of lips. Jim’s fingers dipped in just enough to tease the clit.

That sent Morgana over the edge. Her inside contracted wildly around the rod, while she bit her cheek hard enough to fill her mouth with blood. Still, she didn’t call out. The most she did was release a quick breath of air.

Vince felt the rod trembling in his hand, wobbling up and down against his palm. His mouth fell from the pussy with a smile.

“You must have came hard if I can feel it like that.” He said, eyes hazing from arousal.

“Let us see.” Lane pouted.

Vince pulled the rod out as he moved away enough to expose Morgana to the others. He used his fingers to separate her lips. Jim’s finger still played with the nub.

Chester cleared his throat, “Slow down with those fingers, blondie.” Jim slowed his strokes to barely movements, “That’s the ticket. Tease it.”

Morgana’s pussy clenched and relaxed. Lane clapped.

“Oh, that’s perfect. Look at her go.” She said with a gleeful little laugh, “I bet that was beautiful when it first started.”

They were about to have a good view of it. Jim’s fingers were teasing her, keeping her right there at the edge. That gentle touch drove Morgana’s trembling snatch crazy. He got a little bolder, sliding a finger inside to wet it, then returned to that sensitive place. Morgana’s body tightened again. Letting out a slow breath, she came harder than the last time.

“OH! God, that looked like it felt good.” Lane exclaimed as she touched her breasts through her tight black dress.

“You REALLY outdid yourself.” Chester said as he unzipped his pants. The pressure of his balls was a little too much right now.

Chester, now free from the confines of his pants, began stroking his cock. He moved over closer to the girl on the slab. The blonde boy continued to play with the spasming cunt. With hungry eyes, he stood over Morgana. Carefully, he bent, grabbing her narrow waist, pulling her lower half closer to the level of his manhood.

“Oh, yes . . . ” he groaned as he rubbed himself in that glistening slit

The hot meat on her aching body made Morgana dizzy. That and the rush of blood flowing to her head thanks to her new position. Damn, he needed to slip in there, but the old coot was making himself slick with her juices first at an annoyingly slow pace. The shout for him to get a move on was at the edge of her lips. It nearly killed her to swallow it.

Agonizingly slow, he entered the girl with a long grunt. Morgana’s eyes twitched ever so slightly in response. His movements following were just as slow, but hard and deep. There wasn’t much to old Chester’s member, but judging by the thrust of hips and sway of member, he knew how to use what he had.

Jim groaned out as he watched Morgana’s soft orbs spread and bounce as Chester pushed in and out. Each slip and slap of joining bodies jiggled her.

“Damn, this is hot.” Jim said eagerly

“Isn’t it, though?” Xavier beamed, “And my work is not quite complete.”

Chester sucked in a long breath as he roughly grasped Morgana’s hips. Her pussy was grabbing him with its hot and wet walls. He loved when they got all stretched out, slippery and gooey. Still, the others were distracting.

“Could you boys keep it down?” he asked, “A man needs his concentration.” He threw his head back as he grunted lowly, nearly growling with a shiver, “Fuck, I’m about to cum.”

“Not there you’re not, Chester.” Xavier said as he grabbed the old man’s shoulders.

It was hard for him to stop, but Chester pulled out. The girl’s pussy seemed to snap in anger at him. He returned her to the ground with a chuckle. What could he say? He was a bit of a bastard. He liked to keep a girl waiting, begging for more.

And inwardly, she was. He left her hanging on the edge. Keeping quiet was hurting her. She wanted to yell and scream. They’d done things to her that would break most women into hysterics. Now her body quivered and quivered. Each breath gave her body a shot of pulses, begging for that release.

“Come, fellows, let us finish this.” Xavier gestured to the three hard men who had participated, though they weren’t the only ones in the room, “I need you to cum, right here.” He gestured to the center of his art’s breasts.

Chester did so without hesitation. He took his place to Morgana’s left and began pounding his meat with his fist. Jim and Vince looked at each other for a moment. In a way, it seemed Jim was asking Vince’s permission. Vince smirked, raising a brow, then moved over to Morgana’s right and started pumping his exposed cock. Swallowing hard, Jim joined in at the girl’s head.

“And, Lane, if you will, beauty.” Xavier gestured to the spicy redhead.

Lane smiled, then climbed back between Morgana’s legs. Her hot, agile tongue tickled the pink flesh there. Despite herself, the silver vixen on the slab’s eyes rolled back again, and her lips parted in a slight “o.” Silent pants forced themselves out of lungs. She wasn’t sure if she could keep herself quiet this time.

She couldn’t even look up to focus on something else. No, not with cocks flopping above her. The three men’s fists moved at a blur. Pink heads shimmered from their own juices. Between that and Lane’s persistent mouth that now sucked on her clit.

Damnit, if she only made it through this. The screams were building in her throat. She bit the inside of her mouth until she tasted blood again. The money was sooooooo close. Practically in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was not scream when that building orgasm. So close. Painfully so.

Jim went first, surprisingly. A thick stream of cum shot from him, straight to the center of her chest. It was nice and hot against her skin. Just as the first spurt fell, Lane shoved three fingers inside of her, stretching her. Those soft fingers teased the outer edges of her while that tongue continued to stroke up, down, back and forth.

Chester followed Jim, grunting loudly as that white spunk poured his cock. It added heat to Jim’s already cooling cream. He laughed shakily as he played with his softening member.

“Ah, that was great!” he moaned, then slapped his hand on Jim’s shoulder

Vince came last, completing the set of goo dripping down Morgana’s spread tits in a nice thick coat. He smiled as his legs went weak.

And Morgana went last, bearing down hard on her tongue as the hot waves rushed through her loins, spreading up and down from her throbbing womanhood. She made no sounds. She made no movements other than fluttering eyes and involuntary spasms along her skin. Somehow, she’d accomplished her goals.

Lane lifted her head with a surprised look and Morgana’s juices on her lips and chin, “I can’t believe it. I did all my best moves! She didn’t even make a sound.”

Xavier laughed and shrugged. He, too, was surprised as well as impressed. Ah well, he owed her $5,000 now. It was worth every penny.

“Well, I chose well.” He turned to his public, raising his hands, presenting this scene to them officially. A roar of applause sounded through the gallery.

Chester and Lane took their bows. Taking their cue, Vince and Jim did the same.

“Art at its finest.” Vince whispered to Jim, who still seemed shaken from the experience.

********************

The show had been a success. Xavier von Bono was still a master at interactive arts. People gave him high praise for all his art, but especially for ‘Legs Wide Open.’

Morgana stood before him, wearing a long terry cloth robe he provided. The paint had been a horror to get off. That and the spunk all over her skin. It had been so sticky. Her fingers twirled in her mousy brown hair as she watched Xavier count her money.

“You did a wonderful job, crumpet.” He eyed her, “Perhaps we can work together again.”

She made a gesture that said neither yes nor no. That had been a hell of an experience, but she wasn’t sure she could go through it again. Her stuff still throbbed and felt a little sore thanks to it. The inside of her mouth pained in protest of every word she spoke.

“We’ll see, Xavier.” She held out her hand for the money.

With a sad sigh, the art “master” handed over the cash. Morgana sighed with relief. Wow! That money would definitely come in handy.

“Thanks.”

He made a flamboyant, but dismissive gesture.

“Go on. Get out of here. Have fun with it, but not too much fun.”

She smiled, but it was a tight polite tweaking of the lips. With a final goodbye gesture, Morgana made her way out of there.

I want to smell your skin when our scents combine as our bodies move against each other.

I want to hear you moan my name, a soft caressing sound wrapping around me drawing me further in.

I want to feel you move against me, writhing as I pleasure you and I take my own from it.

I want to see you smile as you beg me to bring you.

As I take you in.  As I feel you above me, below me, through the very essence of me.   As I become yours and finally you become mine.

You will watch me as I take you over the edge, trembling as I run my hands along your sweat soaked skin. You will hear me call your name like prayer and you breathe us both in.  And as we come back down you will taste my lips as I greedily take your mouth with mine.

“Kip,” she started, her tone now serious,  “they sent you in here, didn’t they?”

I shook my head rapidly, but I knew I my face wasn’t right like I was lying.  I hated lying.  Had a hard time at it.  She squeezed my hand.

“I know they did.  How cruel of them, to send you to me, knowing what could happen,” she whispered, leaning in further.  “I can sense your loneliness, Mark.  I can feel your need.” She closed her eyes, sucking in a breath as she did.  “You smell delicious.”

I tried to pull my hand away, but she held me tighter.  Like earlier, I was surprised by her strength.  I frowned at her, but she simply laughed.  My instincts were yelling run, run, run.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“Will it?” I impressed myself by sounding angry.

“Yes,” she said.  My eyes focused on hers. I watched the brown fade away until there was nothing left but shimmering violet.  “I can be anything you want me to be, Kip.  Anything.  I can save you from that emptiness that you long to fill with companionship.”

I believed her.  She would do anything to fill that void.  I could feel her power seducing me and, heaven help me, I liked it.  I wavered in my seat as I struggled to breathe.

“Take me somewhere, Kip, where they can’t find us,” she said as she raised my hand to her face.  I stroked her oh-so-soft cheek with my thumb. “Take me someplace where you can fuck me.”

I struggled.  Struggled to think.  Struggled to breathe.  It was so wrong, but she was right.  God, I was lonely.  I just wanted to bury that feeling, even if it was meaningless.  I wanted to lose myself in her.

“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed shakily.

She smiled and stood.  I followed suit.  Once we were both free from the booth, she moved closer, wrapping herself around me.  I did the same, pulling her to me as tightly as I could.

I didn’t have to move too much to kiss her.  We were practically the same height, which was pretty tall for a girl.  I was six feet which put her at about five-eleven.  It didn’t matter, though.  All that mattered was the fullness of her mouth and the sweetness of her tongue.  Mine danced with hers, searching the wet heat of her.  I felt myself hardening between us.  I grabbed her hips and pushed her against my cock, grinding her body to mine.  I groaned into her mouth.

Breathing heavily, I pulled back.  I looked into her face, marveling at the fact that someone like her would want me.  Even though, in the back of my mind, I knew it was all fake.  I felt tears stinging my eyes.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked.

Her eyelids lowered.  Suddenly she looked like a snake about to go for the kill.  I wasn’t sure that I even minded my possible death, but a tear spilled down my cheek.

“Probably,” she responded.

I kissed her again until both of us stumbled.  Her hand traveled up my back until she reached my hair.  Her hands made their way though my thick hair.  She made even that simple of a move so decadently sensual.

She pulled away this time.  She licked the taste of me off her lips.  My eyes followed her pink tongue as it traveled across her lips.

“Take me out of here before I just fuck you here,” she told me.

I looked at the door to the place, knowing that my back up was just beyond.  I groaned, unsure of what to do.  One of her hands slid across my chest, finding my nipple through my clothes.  I closed my eyes as pleasure surged through me.  I grabbed that hand.

“The back.  We have to go out the back,” I decided.

I dragged her with me into the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen.  We ran through, ignoring the yelling and complaining from the workers.  I could even here Alice’s voice, but I didn’t care.  All I knew was I wanted to get Dena alone.

We pushed passed two busboys smoking just outside the back door to the bar, nearly knocking them down in the process.  I looked up and down the alley, wondering which direction would be best.  Dena wrapped herself around me, pressing her face against my neck.  A strangled sound escaped me.

I chose to go away from the main street the bar front faced.  Together, Dena and I hurried down the long alley, which I found hard to do with my erection.  When I couldn’t stand the material of my jeans rubbing against me, I stopped, turned, and threw the woman against the wall.

My lips crashed against hers, forcing her mouth open.  She welcomed me eagerly.  My hands moved down her body, cupping her full breast with my left hand.   When that wasn’t enough, I slipped that hand into her shirt and passed her bra until I felt flesh.  She was smooth and hot and wonderful to the touch.  I bent down, kissing her neck, then her chest.  I pulled that succulent breast from its confines until I exposed it to me and the world.  I loved the look of my pale, white hand against her caramel-colored skin.

I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it deeply.  I heard Dena moan as my tongue swirled around it, causing it to harden.  I squeezed that soft flesh.  It felt so perfect in my hand.  She felt so perfect.

A too bright light flashed on us.  Dena and I covered our faces.  Her hands moved to my shoulders, gripping tightly.

“Kip!”

I knew that voice, but in my lust-filled haze, I couldn’t remember it.  I squinted toward the light as I tried to force myself to recognize it.

“Kip, step away from her.  She’s dangerous.”

The figure moved closer to us.  He blocked the light from the vehicle behind him enough that I could almost make him out.

“Xan?” I asked, voice strained.

“Yes, Kip, now move away.”

Xan had his gun pointed at Dena and I really didn’t like it.  I moved until I blocked the shot.  Anger filled me.  She was my prize.  I refused to let him take her away.

“No, Xan, this doesn’t concern you!” I yelled at him.

He took another step closer.  I shoved us back two.

“Kip…Mark, listen to me.  She’s a murderer.  She means you no good.”

I shook my head, “No!”

I grabbed Dena and took off out of the alley.  I could hear Xan chasing after us, yelling and swearing in Japanese.

The street beyond was overly crowded with bar-hoppers and assorted miscreants.   I pulled Dena through the crowd, knowing that it would be easier to lose Xan.  I pushed and shoved.  I didn’t care if I hurt anyone.  All I knew was what would be waiting for me once I could find a quiet place.

We stepped into a shop, raced from one end of it to the next, finding ourselves on the next street.  I found another alley, darker than the last.  Dena and I stood against one of the tall brick buildings, hands tightly held together.  I closed my eyes as each of my breaths heaved from my lungs.

Once several moments had gone by without incident had gone by, I let out a long sigh.  I looked at her, though I really couldn’t see her well.

“I think we’re alright now,” I told her.

Her hand was on my crotch before I could blink. I’d gone from full-steam to half-mast during our run.  With her hand rubbing and cupping me, I became as solid as stone.  I shook with each touch.

“Oh, God,” I cried out for her.

Her dark chuckle made me nervous and more aroused.  She unbuttoned my jeans then unzipped the fly.    I felt her body move down mine until she was kneeling before me.  I wanted to tell her not here or not right now, but my voice wouldn’t work.  I wanted it too much.

She took my cock into her mouth in a long, drawn out movement that had my head reeling.  I groaned for her, body arching.  I braced my hand on the wall as I shook.  She sucked as she pulled back, tongue darting back and forth along the underside of it.  I thought I’d die when she took me out of that glorious, wet heat, but she made up for it.  Her tongue danced along the head of my cock while her hand stroked from the base to her lips.  That soft, wiggling muscle found a spot just below the head on the underside that was filled with nerves.  She continued to play there, putting pressure on it while her hand moved along me faster than I ever could.

I was close, so close, and I told her so.  She laughed again, then took me deep into her mouth.  She sucked and sucked as she moved back and forth on me.  Her one of her hands reached behind me, grabbing my ass hard, while the other reached inside my pants and managed to get a handful of my nuts.

My hand reached behind her head.  I shoved her onto me as far as she could go.  Seconds later, I felt all my muscles tighten in preparation.  I exploded.  The orgasm had me seeing lights and colors behind my closed eyelids.  I screamed for her, long and loud, as she drank every bit of me.

She stood up, placing her arms around my waist.  Her lips touched mine and I brought the kiss on full, tasting myself within the depths of her.  When our lips parted, she licked my bottom lip as she moaned.

“Thought that might help,” she whispered.

I felt dizzy and almost drunk, but I definitely felt a little less hazy.  I sucked in a breath that sounded more like a hiss.

“It did, a little.”

My erection diminished, but hadn’t disappeared completely.  I was still as aching and wanting as before, but I could wait a little longer now.

She grabbed my shirt with one of her hands, bunching it in her fist, “Let’s go.  There’s a spot not far from here.”

Blindly and foolishly, I let her pull me back out into the crowded streets.  I didn’t care if doom awaited me.  I just didn’t care.

When she wore her short shorts, she felt empowered.  No one could tell that her tight, high booty didn’t look f-ing awesome in them.  The hugged the round parts quite nicely, shaping it oh-so-perfectly in their jean confines.

Oh, yes, heads turned as she pranced down the street.  Young men called out to her as she passed.  Old men smiled secretly with each sway of her perfect rear.  Hell, a chick or two happened to notice as well, and that suited her just fine.  Just fine, indeed.

Of course, this was all a teasing game.  That perfect rear only shook for one person and one person only. And in a few minutes, two large, manly hands would grab those taut cheeks most eagerly.

She sauntered up the steps of her man’s home, each one she couldn’t help an excited little bounce.   She rang the bell and movements later, after the door opened, Short Shorts found herself warmly embraced in a pair of strong arms.  They pulled her into the house and soon the door was closed by a foot.

Her lover took a deep smell of her hair before he pulled away enough to press his lips to hers.  Seconds passed as she welcomed the hot, wet heat of his mouth and as his hands moved down her body, cupping her ass.  She playfully squeaked, especially when he pulled her groin closer to his and gently moved in circles, rubbing himself against her until she moaned.

“God, I love those shorts,” he murmured after coming up for air.

“That’s why I wear them,” Short Shorts replied.

He looked at her, lids half lowered and eyes ablaze with hunger.  Her lover licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“I guess I should thank you.”

He turned her around in his arms and maneuvered to the nearest wall.  He pressed himself against her ass as one hand slid down her side until they reached her shorts.  Moving that hand in front of her body, he opened the shorts and slipped his hand inside.

The angle wasn’t right at first, but he moved a thigh between her legs and moved them apart.  Once spread slightly, he found what he wanted.  He found it slightly stiff and wet and waiting for his touch.  Using small, slow circles, he played with her engorged clit until she whimpered and mimicked the movement with his hips.

She was driving him wild and knew it.  His manhood hardened within his own jeans and as she brushed herself against him, his breath halted in his chest.  Any moment he would be desperate to slip inside her until he found release.  However, her short shorts had the power to make him wait.  He would—no couldn’t—take her until he felt her body spasm.

It didn’t take long.  He knew exactly how to touch her and soon she was moaning out his name as she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Damn, I love when you come,” he whispered in her ear.

She gently bounced her ass against his hard cock and he groaned.  Inwardly she chuckled, though outside she kept her voice a soft, sensual purr.

“I guess I should reward you for that.”

That’s all he needed to hear.  Desperate for her, he turned his woman around and hoisted her over his shoulder.  As he quickly raced up the stairs, Short Shorts couldn’t contain her laughter.