## Archive-name: an_uncharacteristic_episode

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Subject: An Uncharacteristic Episode(ff bd nc)

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An Uncharacteristic Episode
by Alabaster-by-the-Sea

I woke up late that afternoon when my roommate's bed started banging against the wall. I shouldn't have put my bed along the wall we share, but its the only part of the room that doesn't get bathed in sunlight during the summer. Sarika and Sanjay fucked like animals; they were really noisy, and they did it a lot. Whenever she happened to have a spare moment, she'd call him up, and he'd obediently scurry over as fast as his schwinn could carry him, mount her, fuck her til she's raw, then get sent home when she lost interest again. That's all their relationship consisted of. When she wanted pleasant company she hung out with her friends, me included. When she didn't she either slept or studied. When she wanted meat she called Sanjay.
He obiously wanted more, something like a typical young romance. But he put up with her distance anyways, and I couldn't really blame him. She was a delectable young woman, skin like honey mixed with molasses, and thick long hair darker than anything I'd ever seen. She was also very easy to get along with, if not to get close with, and friendly in a serene sort of way. We made good roommates, friends who knew when to stay out of each other's way. But lately her amorous activities were beginning to piss me off.
Anytime of the day or night, at least twice a day, they slapped their genitals together, and did God know what else to each other, shaking the foundation of our little apartment building in the process. It was not only hard to sleep, but it was disgusting. Like being forced to watch somebody go to the bathroom, I had to listen to the sounds of their bodily functions every day, witness their sweat drenched flesh when they were through, and smell their musk for hours after each session. I kept my door shut, and bought some air freshener.
I wanted to sleep til dark, but there was no way I could ignore all that pounding and grunting. I rolled off the bed, caught myself before hitting the floor, and walked naked into the hallway to the bathroom. The shower was cool and soothing, arousing my neglected body. I almost began to masturbate, until I heard Sarika scream, and again noticed the grunting through the walls. That killed it, so I got out went into the kitchen in my robe. I was just finishing my Frosted Flakes when they finally stopped. It took no more than 90 seconds for Sanjay to get dressed and open the door. He gave me an ashamed look, and left in a hurry. A few minutes later Sarika strolled into the kitchen, her eyes half closed in satisfied exhaustion, her body still moist. She was wearing one of Sanjay's thin blue t-shirts and nothing else. She had no shame around any of her female friends, and no male friends. Sanjay was much taller than she, so the shirt did cover her crotch, but just barely. The thin fabric encased her damp breasts beautifully. She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair as she softly swayed over to the fridge. As she passed, I could smell her scent wafting up from between her thighs. She opened the fridge and stood analyzing its contents pertly. She rolled forward on the balls of her feet, leaning slightly into the fridge while arching her back, very cat-like. Her t-shirt slid up to reveal her perfect tight ass to me, and I wondered how anyone could unconsciously be so adorable, beautiful, and sultry, all at the same time. I was never lacking in beauty myself, but I doubted that I could ever have the innate sexual charisma that Sarika casually displayed.
"What happened to the cantelope?" she asked without turning around. Even her voice was seductively subdued. She bent lower to examine the bottom shelf. Now her pussy was fully exposed to me, still slimy and matted, just a few feet from where I sat eating breakfast. I could smell her stronger than ever, but finished my cereal anyways. Her taste intermingled with the sugary cereal. I almost choked.
"Uh, I think you ate it two days ago."
"Oh. Did you eat the last banana.?"
"No, there was one in there last night, but not this morning. You must have eaten it."
"I don't think I...Oh, nevermind." She laughed softly as she trailed off. I'm sure she had done that on purpose.
"I really wish you would stop this." I managed to suppress the anger in my words, but not the coldness.
"What???" She turned around and showed me a face full of innocent confusion. It was masterful.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't. Am I not paying my share of the grocery bill?"
"No, I'm talking about the way you flaunt your sexuality in my face. Just because I don't have anybody right now doesn't mean I want to share in your frezied fornications." For a moment she looked realy shocked, then her eyes narrowed in cool anger.
"You need to calm down and cool off, before you say anything else you'll regret." She paused long enough to grab an apple from the fridge, then stomped back into her room. I know I should have felt guilty, but her sexual stench still hung in the air, reminding me how sick I was of living with her.
Back in my room, I pondered what to do for the night. It was the weekend, and I felt like getting out, so I considered my wardrobe. I was in no mood to deal with any of my friends, so I wouldn't have to worry about coordinating with them. Most people think I'm insane for going bar hopping alone in a big city, but I've always been a loner, and nothing has ever happened to me. Besides, its easier to pick guys up without my friends in tow, and that night I was definitely in the mood for some long awaited copulation. I choose some dark black stockings, lacy underwear, a garter belt, a blue satin blouse, black suede pumps, and a flowing black silk mini skirt. The tops of my stockings would be exposed whenever the wind blew, or when I sat down, which was usually too risque for me, but tonight felt rather special. I styled my short brown hair so the bangs hung over my cheek bones. It looked very fetching. I headed out the door while Sarika was in the shower.
By the time I reached the bar district the sun had set, but still illuminated the purple sky from beyond the horizon. Miller time was in full swing, and buildings throbbed with techno beats. I sauntered down the street to my favorite Irish pub, catching eyes from all the guys on the street. I was used to that, and usually smiled encouragingly back, but not tonight. Their stares felt disgusting, eyeing me like I was a tender roast, ready to be carved up and savored. They all looked sweaty in the summer humidity. The thought of their arms around me turned my stomach. Imagining their dirty little cocks sliding into me made me wince. I stopped at the corner just a block from the pub, with no further desire to continue. I wanted to go home. Then I remembered what awaited me there, and I felt lost. I had no place to retreat to. Bar patrons filed in and out of the street, most of them pausing to size me up. Standing on the corner suddenly felt dangerous and humiliating. I turned randomly to the south and started walking.
I roamed the streets for quite some time. The neighborhood I started in was pretty safe, aside from the drunken rowdiness, but soon I was moving into questionable territory. I started seeing adult bookstores and pawn shops next to burger joints and restaurants, and pretty soon the restaurants weren't looking too great either. I didn't want to look like I was lost, so I purposely kept walking nowhere. Another block and I starting seeing prostitutes and drug dealers lounging around. Many people were looking at me. I obviously was out of place, and it wouldn't be long before some creep would notice me. I was scared out of my mind, but I tried very hard not to show it.
Finally, a black car pulled up alongside of me. The rear window rolled down and a woman in a business suit peered out at me.
"Get in the car, quickly." Without wondering why, I assumed she was here to rescue me, and did as I was told. A man in a chauffeur uniform was driving the car, and I was in the back with the businesswoman. She was an attractive raven haired woman, a bit on the lush side, probably in her early thirties. She smiled at me cooly.
"I like your outfit." She had one of those deep, feminine voices, suitable for singing jazz.
"Thanks," I replied uncomfortably. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, not exactly knowing what was going on. Her smile faded gently.
"I'll offer you $200 for the night, with no limitations." She presented her offer in such a professional and business-like manner, that it took me a moment to realize her implications.
"I," I choked down embarrased laughter," I'm not a prostitute. I'm sorry, I... misunderstood."
"Then why did you get in my car?"
"I'm sorry, I was nervous about walking alone out there, then you came along, and I didn't even think..."
"Well," she sat back, pondering a moment. She almost looked uncomfortable, but she hid it very well. "This is terribly awkward. I'll drop you off at the next light." We sat facing each other for several painful moments, until the car finally stopped. I reached for the door, but she caught my hand.
"I'll give you $1000, one night, no one ever knows." Her eyes searched mine, but registered nothing. She had to lean towards me to grab my arm, and I could see that she had no blouse under her jacket. Her large white breasts hung ripely in her bra. "I promise I won't hurt you in any way, and you can leave whenever you like." I just sat there for a long time, with her lovely breasts and long curvy legs sitting there in front of me, until the honking of the car behind us made my decision for me. I briskly sat back in my seat. The chaffeur drove on.
Her house wasn't a mansion, like one might expect of someone who employed a chaffeur. It wasn't even a house, just the top floor of a very large sky-scraper in the downtown area. Still, it must have cost more than a mansion in the burbs. You could see all the way to the next state as we rode up the elevator, silently. As we neared the top, I felt her hand on my side, very softly, and I shivered. The elevator chimed as it decelerated. Her hand withdrew as the doors opened into her posh yet elegant living room. She strided past me, her heels clicking on the tile, and she walked into a door on the other side of the room. I had wordlessly followed lovers into their bedrooms before, but this felt very different. Rather scary. Very exciting.
As I got to the door the room was dark, so I paused at the threshold and peered in. I couldn't quit make out the interior of the room, so I tenatively stepped into the darkness. Soft hands pulled me into the dark, up against and feminine body. Soft lips kissed mine, as I felt her push the door closed. Her hands slid down my sides to my thighs, then moving up my skirt to slip underneath my garters. Her tongue slipped between my lips to taste my teeth, then carressed the roof of my mouth. I wimpered and shivered, more from my extreme mental arousal than from her gentle ministrations. Her fingernails ran across my thighs. My arms fell around her neck. Her tongue engaged mine as she moved her hands up to my blouse, undoing the lower button. My uneasiness melted and I kissed her back pasionately, a little clumsily, and I ran my fingers through her hair. It was soft and rich, and smelled faintly of honey. her fingers had undone all of buttons before I realiezed it, and suddenly I was being pushed back onto a bed, and then I was alone. I could here her undressing in the darkness, then felt the bed shake as she climbed on. I layed back into the satin sheets, offering my body to her. She pulled my skirt off slowly, then my panties, then my blouse. Her hair fell cooly on my belly. Her lips were on my ribs, then her tongue. My bra unsnapped, and the lips moved over my right nipples, teasing it gently. I think I moaned softly as I first wrapped my legs around her waist. I pulled her closer. Her lush breasts rested on my belly. I could feel that she still wore her stockings when I entangled my legs with hers. As she dined on my nipples I arched my back and ran my hands over her. She was soft and very gentle, moving slowly over my body with her lips. She kissed every bit of my flesh before finally settling in between my legs. It didn't take long for my to orgasm. I soon sank into delirious unconsciousness as she held me in her arms.
When I awoke, dim moonlight shone into the room from an unveiled window. I was alone in her bed, but I could see her across the room, standing in front of a dresser, slipping on some opera length gloves. As I moved she turned and strutted into the moonlight, creaking slightly as she moved. She was wearing thigh high leather boots over her black stockings, a tight black leather corset, and black leather gloves. Strapped onto her crotch was a big black rubber cock, bouncing up and down as she walked.
"Um, is that this going to hurt?" I asked nervously.
"No, its lubricated. Now be a good girl and roll over on your hands and knees." I did as she asked as she climbed onto the bed behind me. Leather gloves gripped my hips and her leather encased legs slid between mine, forcing them apart wider. Her leather creaked as she manuevered the tip of the cock onto my quickly moistening pussy. It was indeed lubricated, and slipped into me quickly at first, but it got wider near the base, and strained the lips of my cunt as she thrust it in all the way. I think I might have screamed. She held on fast and worked it in and out of me, slowly but steadily, until I adjusted to its mass. I had never been so completely filled before. Soon she was pumping it in and out quickly, ramming her hips into my ass, occasionally stopping to grind herself against me. Her hands moved to grip my waist and she leaned over me, getting into a rythm. The pressure was intense. My body quaked, my elbows buckled, and after a few minutes I came. But she didn't let up at all. She pressed her leather-clad weight down upon my back, her face buried into my hair, her hands grabbing the side of my breasts, as she humped me furiosly. I collapsed underneath her and squirmed helplessly. I was writhing out of control from the fucking of my life. I lost count of my orgasms. Hours later, she finally orgasmed with me, then held my sweaty body against her leather for another hour before gingerly pulling out of my sore cunt. I was so exhausted I must have passed out.
The next morning she was gone when I awoke, but she left a note, with $1000, and a polite reminder that her building had strict security. Her chaffeur drove me home, in the clothes I had gone out in, sans the stockings, which had torn in the course of the evening. She did let me keep the strap on dildo, however.
My head was swimming with confusion when I walked into the door. I couldn't understand how I had decided to not only to engage in homosexuality, but prostitution as well. It felt almost like another person had done those things last night. I might have believed that if it wasn't for the soreness I was feeling between my legs. As I reached into the fridge for a snack, I noticed that everything had been moved around. It took me a moment to realize that Sarika must have separated all the groceries she had bought from all the groceries I bought. I checked the cabinets, and she had done the same there. She had even segregated the silverware. This really pissed me off.
She didn't get back until nightfall, with Sanjay in tow. They did their usual fucking routine, banging against the walls, grunting like pigs. I turned my stereo way up and tried to read a book, but I could still hear them over the racket. I could even smell them, down the hall, through closed doors. It must have been my imagination, but I used the air freshener anyways, liberally.
After a few hours, they stopped, and Sanjay quickly left. I went to the kitchen to fix some dinner, just as Sarika came out of her room. She was fully dressed, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and deliberatly ignoring me. She was even wearing a bra. She had never worn so much clothing around our place when she wasn't going out. As she passed me to get to the fridge, she avoided even looking in my direction, and quickly went back to her room. I burned with anger and lost my appetite.
Sarika was a great friend if she liked you, but to the rest of the world's population she was a cold bitch. I had always been on the sunny side of her contenance. Now, after just one insulting comment, I was seeing how cold and self righteous my former friend really was. I lay in my bed that night fuming from all the heavily veiled insults, real or imagined, that I could recall from our years of friendship. I was infuriated. I needed revenge. How I arrived at the decision to take such extreme vengeance, I still can't understand.
Sarika sleeps very soundly. I move very quitely. In the dim light illuminating her room, I could see her sleeping peacefully on her side. Her scent filled the room, but unlike before, I savored its aroma. I moved quietly to her side, not quite believing what I was about to do, but still filled with enough ire to do it. I gently grasped her right hand and moved it to the bed post, tying it tightly with one of my stockings. I did the same to her right ankle, then gently rolled her over on her back. She stirred softly and murmured something. I quickly tied her other limbs to the bed posts. She was still firmly asleep. I'm not sure what I had planned at that point, but the sight of her naked body laid out before me stirred up a longing I must have felt for a long time. Her beautiful, dark breasts rolled slightly to her sides as her chest rose and fell. Her stomach was perfectly flat, her legs perfectly rounded. Her pubic hair was short and neatly trimmed. I hesitantly moved a hand over her and softly brushed her stomach. She didn't stir at all. I became bolder, stroking her legs, then her hips, her ribs, her hair, her neck, eventually even her breasts. She occasionally moved a little, but never woke. I leaned over her slowly and planted a soft kiss on her delicate cheek. She smiled slightly in her sleep. She was so adorable. I think at this point I was more motivated my lust for her than by anger. I knelt over her body and kissed her wetly on her lips, framing her head with my hands. She stirred this time, and I quickly moved down to her breasts, licking the left one lightly, then putting my lips around her nipple. This woke her up.
She shook her head around as she came out of a daze, and mumbled incoherently. I quickly stood back. She struggled at the nylon bonds around her wrists and ankles, and realizing she was tied up, regained her lucidity very quickly. Her head darted around like a cornered animal. Her eyes rested on me, standing naked in her room.
"Katherine?" I turned and walked out of the room before she said anything else. She was protesting very loudly, but I was busy getting dressed in my room. I slid on a pair of black nylon gloves and black stockings, then strapped myself into my new dildo. I grabbed another stocking and some panties as I padded back into her room. She was yanking at the bedposts and yelling, but stopped as soon as I entered the room. Her eyes widened in alarm as she saw what I was wearing.
"Oh my God, Kate, have you lost your fucking mind! What the fuck are you mrplgh!" I stuffed the panties into her mouth and tied the stocking around her head to keep them in. I decided not to blindfold her. I wanted to look into her eyes as I gave her the fucking of a lifetime. She jerked her body around in a very un-catlike manner when I climbed into the bed on top of her, positioning myself between her spread legs. I leaned over her and ran my nylon fingers over her breasts, fingering her nipples playfully. She didn't seem to appreciate this, so I decided to get on with it. I kneeled down low and slid my knees under her thighs as I aimed my rubber penis at her perfectly beautiful pussy. My hands on her thighs, I slipped the head of it into her. She screamed against her gag more loudly than I thought possible, which worried me for a moment. Then I remembered what all of our neighbors are accustomed to, and pushed it into her farther. She tried to squirm away from me, but I grabbed her hips firmly and forced my way deeper into her. There was more resistance than I had expected. I hadn't lubricated it at all, but I figured that all the fucking she got from Sanjay had made her much looser than me. Then again, I doubt that Sanjay was nearly as big as I now was. She struggled and screamed as worked the thing into her. I smiled at her in cool excitement. Her eyes were wide with fright. It took awhile, but eventually she got so wet that I could slip it in and out of her easier than my lover had with me the night before. I laid down on top of her now and began to fuck her in earnest. Our breasts pressed into each other, and I could feel her soft belly rubbing against mine as I pumped my rubber manhood into her passionately. The pumping action caused a suction between her pussy and the dildo, which in turn pulled it in and out of my own pussy. It felt marvelous. I roughly grabbed her sides as I ground my hips between her legs, shreaking in in spite of myself. Her muffled screams subsisted into whimpering, which turned me on even more. I rammed my fake cock in and out of ferociously. Her eyes rolled around, and her whimpers quickly became grunting and panting. It almost sounded like she was enjoying. I buried my head into her soft, dark hair and put my lips on her neck, sucking fiercely. I felt her orgasm under me. I wasn't finished, though, so I kept pounding into her, still sucking on her neck. She wimpered and shrieked into the night as I raped her with wild abandon. After orgasming once, I wasn't satisfied.
I untied her exhausted body and quickly tied her arms behind her back, and her legs tightly together at the knees and ankles. Forcing her into a kneeling position, I bent her over and grabed her ass cheeks, pulling them gently apart. She must have realized what I was going to do, and tried to pull away from me. I held her firmly by the hips as I pushed my dripping wet cock into her puckered asshole. She shrieked loudly and struggled as I steadily forced my dildo into her tight little ass, fondling her perfect buns with my nylon clad fingers. Unfourtunately, her ass wasn't nearly as loose as her cunt was, and it seemed that I couldn't get it in much further without hurting her. I didn't want to hurt her so, I pulled it out. She fell to her side, panting in relief. After returning from the bathroom to clean it off, I found her sound asleep. I untied her and went to bed myself.
The next day she was gone before I awoke. I saw her once during the day, from a slight distance. She had a big purple hicky on her neck, from where I had sucked on her last night. She looked directly back at me. It was the most ambiguous look I've ever recieved. She didn't come home that night until late, after I had gone to bed. I wasn't sure quite how to handle her now, nor what she might do in retaliation. I suppose she could have had me arrested, if she had wanted. As I lay in bed, I heard he walk down the hall to my door, then heard the door quietly open. I lay perfectly still, unsure of what she might do, ready to jump out of bed at a moment's notice. Suddenly she was climbing into my bed, and I felt her naked body slide cooly against my back. As I rolled over her lips found mine, her hands found my waist. That night I slept in her arms. Since then we've been much better roommates.

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