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The Apartment
It had been a long day. With a sigh, he stuck his
key into the lock on his apartment door. The knob turned
easily. It shouldn't have.
A frown creased his forehead as he began to push
the door open. He hadn't been looking forward to going home.
Lately, it had been more and more difficult to return to his
empty, lonely apartment. He had begun finding excuses to
stay at work more often, finding projects or a little grunt work
to fill the blankness that slithered through him while he spent
the evenings alone.
He pushed the door open. His apartment was not
as he had left it that morning. "So Red the Rose" played
softly from his stereo speakers. A scent of shampoo lingered
in the air. Not his brand but someone else's. The fragrance
was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it immediately.
He closed the door behind him softly, not wanting
to alert the stranger who had invaded his home, his privacy.
His briefcase fell from his hand when he saw the first article
of clothing.
A pair of black mid-heel pumps lay one against
the other halfway between the front door and the bedroom.
He could feel heat curl up from his groin at that very feminine
sight. He slipped his jacket off and laid it over the back of
the couch. Quickly, he unknotted his tie and bent to remove
his shoes and socks.
A few steps toward his bedroom brought with it the
sight of pantyhose, dropped in a careless heap, and a hair
barrette. His tongue snuck out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
It was an involuntary gesture, all the more telling for its lack
of pretense. Shaking hands undid the shirt buttons at his
wrists. He began to realize that the emptiness he had felt
before opening the door was turning quickly to arousal for
a faceless, nameless woman; for whomever it was that had
left the treasure trail of discarded clothing.
As he walked through the doorway of his bedroom,
he slid his belt from its loops. It dangled from his fingertips
for a moment, almost expectantly, before dropping to the floor.
He didn't hear it land. Looking down, his breath caught in
his throat. The leather had fallen onto a woman's dress. His
hands were shaking badly by the time he reached down to
the button on his pants. He tensed when the lights went out.
He knew the layout of his bedroom, so he wasn't
worried about running into furniture. What worried him was
that the nameless woman had seen him enter, knew that he
was undressing, knew he was aroused by her bizarre strip-
tease.
"Don't." The husky, feminine voice sounded near
his ear behind him. He began to turn around, but was forcibly
stopped by something sharp digging into his back. The scent
he had noticed earlier, the shampoo, was now mixed with the
faint musky smell of an aroused woman; both were emanating
from behind him.
His curiousity almost overwhelmed his arousal. He
wanted desperately to turn around and see this woman that
had intrigued him; had invaded him, his home, his mind. He
didn't turn. Body tense, he waited for her.
He felt something soft being drawn over his eyes.
He swallowed convulsively when he realized it was a blindfold.
"Will you keep that on?" she asked him, menace lacing her
voice. "Yes," he whispered back.
A whisper of sound teased the edges of his hearing.
He wondered if she had left, cruelly letting him wait in vain for her
manipulations. The aspect of light filtering in around his blindfold
changed, brightening slightly, so he could tell she had turned the
lights back on. Then . . . nothing.
He waited. His fingers flexed. The silence was tense,
almost arousing.
Warm fingers traced along the ridges of his spine.
Nothing could prevent the small moan that escaped his lips, not
even his embarrassment of being aroused in such a submissive
fashion. She laughed softly, so softly he might have mistaken it
for a breath of wind if he hadn't known better. His eyes strained
against the blindfold, vainly trying to penetrate the blackness she
had plunged him into. He wanted to see her, to know the sight
of the fingers that caressed him, to know the look of the lips that
mocked him.
He had just relaxed into the sensation of being petted
like a cat when she dragged her fingernails, long and sharp,
down his spine. His back arched sharply, unprepared for the
sensation. Heat flooded through him once again, hardening his
body, his nipples, his cock.
She moved her hand, fingernails first, around him to
stand in front of him. He flushed slightly, knowing she could
see his arousal--there was no hiding it from her. The fingers
removed themselves from his body leaving him strangely bereft.
He could hear a whisper of cloth, but couldn't tell what from.
After a moment, her could feel her body near his
again, smell her, almost taste her on the air. He closed his
eyes behind the blindfold, wanting to experience this sensation,
to not let his eyes overwhelm his other senses. He swallowed
hard when he felt her reach for his hand. Her fingers were
soft, obviously well taken care of, with long, painted fingernails.
He could not help but caress her hand for as long as she held
his. He couldn't see her tongue sneak out of her mouth to wet
her suddenly dry lips, but he could hear her faint moan. Heat
surged through his body from his groin.
She lifted his hand and brought it toward herself.
He tilted his head to one side in an unconscious gesture of
puzzlement. His puzzlement disappeared when she laid his
hand on her now-bare breast. A gasp escaped him. This
must have been the whisper of cloth I heard, he thought to
himself. Fingers closed around her breast, covering it,
fingertips on her nipple, pinching it lightly.
He could hear her breath hiss from between her
lips. A slight smile crossed his, flickering so quickly she almost
missed it. He began to twist her nipple between his fingers,
almost brutally but very welcome.
She ended the contact by stepping backwards. He
began to follow her when she said, "Don't." He stopped,
intrigued and aroused. He heard a faint whisper of sound
trailing from in front of him to behind him. He wasn't sure
what the sound was, but he thought that it was her feet on
the floor as she walked. His breathing slowed so he didn't
mask out any sounds she made with the sound of his rasping
breath.
At the touch of her fingernails on his back again,
he arched involuntarily. A shudder ran through his muscular
frame, the sound of his accompanying gasp masking her
sudden intake of breath at her arousal. One fingernail teased
and scratched it's way down from the nape of his bare neck
to the waistband of his trousers. A second joined it as they
both traced his spine from waist to neck again. She continued
this until she was using all ten fingernails on his back,
scratching lightly, teasing heavily.
Until, finally, as she reached his waistband, she
moved her hands around to his stomach. She rested them
there for what seemed to him hours but was only a few minutes.
The only sound in his bedroom was the increasing raspiness
and speed of their breathing. Suddenly, he felt her tongue
against his fingernail-sensitized skin. Goose bumps broke
out over his exposed skin as he shuddered under her ministrations
yet again. His cock began to throb in a steadily increasing
tempo, not quite painful but not comfortable either.
Her tongue was rough from being so dry. If he
weren't careful, he could almost think that it was a cat seducing
him--first the petting, then the licking. The distraction of her
tongue on his skin made him forget her hands were at the
front of his trousers until he felt them suddenly drop to the
floor. "Oh God," he whispered.
Her laugh was against his back, her hot breath
pulsing against his damp skin. "You don't wear any underpants,"
she murmured. As still as marble, he stood in the circle of her
torturous arms, pinned against her breasts, her mouth, her
tongue. Fingernails with wicked intent barely caressed his
skin on their way from his waist to his legs and everything in
between.
She let her fingernails glide to the tops of this thighs,
outlining his pulsing cock. He wasn't sure how much more he
could take without either cumming or giving up this seduction
and tossing her to the floor and pounding into her, but if the
promise she exuded was anything like the payoff, she would
be worth the wait. So he stood submissively and let her
tease him, taste him, seduce him.
Her fingertips then began to trace his hip bones,
leading inward from the high ridge of the pelvic bone down
to just above his cock. He had promised himself he wouldn't
beg, wouldn't reduce himself to that, but when she made no
move to touch him anywhere else, and with her breath coming
faster against his back, he whispered, "Please."
The hands that wrapped themselves around his
cock felt like heaven. One soft hand wrapped neatly around
the base, the other just above that. There was still an inch or
two of his cock above the hand on top, but she wasn't worried.
She could feel his heartbeat in every throb of his cock, every
movement it made. Alternately, she squeezed him slightly,
then stroked just a little bit up and down. Not enough to make
him cum, but enough to keep him highly aroused.
He bent his head down to watch her hands on him
before he remembered the blindfold. Another shudder ran
through him. He had never believed that any woman could
get him this damn aroused without really even doing much,
just touching him. It was a sweet, cruel torture and he was
loving every minute. His hands clenched into fists at his
semi-voluntary helplessness. Without realizing it, he whispered,
"Please," again, begging her for more.
She removed one hand from his cock to reach lower
to his balls. Cupping them in one hand, she began to jerk his
cock with the other hand. Pulling on it, stroking it, all the while
cradling then randomly squeezing and rolling his balls. She
heard his hiss of breath and tremble and began to move her
hands faster. After just a few moments of this, with sweat
pouring down his back and chest, his hips began involuntarily
thrusting his cock into her hand, fucking it. She moved faster,
making him moan with every thrust and jerk. She moved her
hand from his balls around to his ass, squeezing his cheeks
then sliding between them. He tensed when he felt her fingers
stroking his asshole, but said nothing.
With a long moan, he began to cum. Cock trembling
and pulsing, he shot an arc halfway across the room as he
came. After five thrusts, he was empty for the moment. A
sigh escaped him as his shoulders dropped and his body
lost most of its tenseness. He felt her hands in his hair, but
didn't realize she had removed his blindfold until he opened
his eyes.
The first thing he saw was his cum on the floor, a
long shiny line from him almost to his bed. Slowly, he turned
around. He had known she was fairly short from how she felt
against his back, but she couldn't have been any taller than
5'4". He was 6'2", so most women were shorter than him,
but her size--or lack of it--was almost erotic. He did a once
over of her and his cock hardened almost immediately.
He stepped closer to her, noticing she was merely
looking up at him with a knowing smile on her face. He licked
his lips and was pleased to see her gasp. He moved closer
and slide his hands to either side of her head, tilting it up to
face him. She had lips that invited kisses and he was no
saint to resist the temptation. Closing his eyes, he tilted her
head up even more and covered her lips with his. God she
tasted good, like soap and strawberries, he thought. Licking
across her lips with his tongue coaxed her to open her mouth.
He needed no further invitation to thrust his tongue inside.
He could feel her speeded breathing in both her rapidly rising
and falling chest as well as the breath exhaled from her nostrils
against his cheek. He trembled as her hands found their way
up his back to tangle in his hair.
He kicked off his trousers and slid his hands down
her back to pull her body tight against his. Soft skin pressed
against his, large breasts against his moderately hairy chest,
one feminine foot caressing his calf and thigh. When her
foot was pressed high against his leg, he could feel the damp
warmth from her pussy, feel it so close to his thigh. She was
driving him crazy again and he knew it.
Her tongue thrust into his mouth, dueling with his as
she climbed his body, her leg bracing her weight on his hip.
This meant his cock was pressed into the slit of her wet pussy.
She pulled her mouth from his to lick his ear, nearly panting
into it, making him shudder with the combined sensations.
He moved his hands to her ass, pulling her up tight against
him, high enough that he could enter her.
His cock teased her, just its head at her opening.
He slid his mouth down the cord of her neck to her shoulder
and bit her. She trembled in his arms, her head resting
against his shoulder, her breath coming in short hot pants
against his chest. Until she whispered, "Please."
With one hard thrust, he drove himself into her
wet sheath. Oh God she was so tight, he moaned to himself.
Her body fell back, only braced by his arms at her lower
back and her fingernails in his shoulders. He tipped his
head to take one hard nipple into his mouth. He felt the
tremor that ran though her with his mouth and hands as well
as in the way she clenched around his cock, making herself
even tighter. He worried for a moment that he was hurting
her, but her moan on his first thrust disabused him of that
notion.
His tongue lapped at her nipple, sucking on it,
teasing it to make it even harder. He began to thrust faster
as she began to rock her body against his, begging silently
for more. His tongue ran from one breast to the other,
treating that nipple the same way, before licking her neck.
He changed his thrusts from short and fast to long and deep,
making her moan from the back of her throat and shudder,
her fingernails digging deeper into his skin.
He ran one hand from her lower back to the back
of her head, pressing it up so he could look her in the eye.
Her eyes opened with a challenge in their blue depths, one
he couldn't resist. He carried her to the bed, feeling her
body slam down on his cock with every step. Their moans
filled the tiny apartment until he reached his bed.
A smile, predatory and tempting, crossed his lips.
She swallowed hard, licking her suddenly dry lips. He pulled
her off his cock, then turned her over to toss her on her
stomach onto the bed. Before she could protest, he spread
her thighs and reentered her. His thrusts were long and deep
again, but from this angle hit her G-spot. Those torturous
fingernails dug themselves into the bedspread, her legs
wrapped themselves around his back, presenting a better
angle for him to thrust into her.
He looked down to see his cock disappearing
into her pussy, then sliding back out wet with both her juices
and his pre-cum. He spread the cheeks of her ass, seeing
her asshole wink back at him. Smiling, he stroked one finger
over that rosebud. He watched her tremble and heard her
moan, her panting louder and faster. The legs around him
began to tremble. As he felt her start to cum, the squeezing
on his cock, the thrusting of her hips, he slipped his finger
all the way into her ass. Her first scream was muffled by
the bedspread, the second by his mouth after he pulled her
head up to kiss her.
He continued to kiss her, thrusting his finger into
her ass, his cock into her pussy, his tongue into her mouth.
She continued to tremble and he could still feel her spasms
around his cock. He twisted her hair into his hand, keeping
her mouth to his as he suddenly began thrusting wildly,
pounding relentlessly into her. He slipped a second finger
into her ass, working them both in and out in time to the
thrusting of his cock.
She was writhing underneath him, trying to get
away, yet at the same time tyring to cum again. The sensations
she was feeling were almost overwhelming but he wanted her
to cum again, he wanted to feel that pussy clench around his
cock as he came with her.
Her moans were caught in his throat as she peaked
again, squeezing his cock and fingers, screaming into his
mouth. His moan as he began to cum drowned her scream.
He pounded into her so hard that she would have bruises
for days afterwards, but she didn't mind.
Slowly, they both returned to earth. His cock
softened and slipped out of her as he pulled his fingers
from her ass. Rolling onto his back, he spread his arms
and invited her into them. She crawled up onto his body
and there they fell asleep.
Only to do the same thing in the morning.
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