The huge, amber, orb of a moon rose high into the black night sky. Carried in its long stout
shadows were rumors, lies, and love gone awry.
An unseasonably cold North wind blew; carrying with it the moon's shrouded sins, those most at
home in the night.
This is where they were deposited.
***
She
was tall and sleek in a runway sense. Her coal black hair, thick, and layered in curls falling
easily around her slender shoulders.
He was broad, muscles well honed, and eyes that glimmered enough to speak volumes. Having graduated
cum lade with his MBA just three years prior it was unbelievable that his name was being rumored
for a possible partnership in the corporation.
So, what could possibly be wrong with this picture?
***
Across town, up on the twenty-seventh floor of the Foxboro Hills apartment building a discreet
cocktail party, for two, is taking place.
"Oh Brad, Brad, faster oh faster Brad. Don't fuck me like you do your sweet little wife,
use me, Brad."
"I'm gonna fuck you so fast you won't know what drilled you, Coreena."
Coreena's classic, little, black, dress pushed up around her waist and her long, black, sheer
hose clad legs swung wildly above the dynamic fucking duo.
"Yeah baby! Here it comes. I'm gonna blow my load, now!"
"Come here loverboy," she commanded in a raspy late night voice.
He lowered his face closer to her as he mused a loud; "I know you want more of me already,
but I've got to get home. She's going to be waiting on me."
Her arms encircled him, one hand behind his head, the other clawing deeply across his naked back.
"What the fuck!" His body tried to jerk away from her, from the burning sharp nails
that drew his blood.
Her
eyes locked onto his, and held him hypnotized. He lowered his mouth to hers; she raised up and
with lips wide she began to feast, upon her paralyzed prey.
He moaned in his last breath as she pushed him off her body and let his corpse fall to the floor.
Her blood stained teeth dripped, as she laughed, now sated of all her hungers.
"Sorry, Brad. You really weren't that good of a fuck but I needed a snack.
***
Nadine clenched and unclenched her small feminine hands. As her rapid pacing began to slow from
alcohol and fatigue her anger was not diminishing.
It was to have been such a lovely night. She gazed at the romantic ambiance she had created in
their spacious garden apartment. The gas-lit fireplace was fully involved, candles whose wicks
had since been snuffed, one empty wine glass along side of her half full glass.
"What the hell! It's my anniversary and even if Tim doesn't have the --. What? Why isn't
he here? Why aren't we celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary together?"
She picked up the near empty bottle of California champagne and drank the remainder without bothering
to refill her glass.
The mirrored tiling of the wall reflected a somewhat drunken but exotic appearing woman. At thirty-five,
she had kept the same figure she displayed at twenty-one. Black hair and eyes, full round breasts
and hips, and caramel toned skin reminding of sizzling butter.
She let her pink lace chemise slip from her shoulders and into a heap on the floor, kicking it
aside; Nadine found a comfortable spot on the sofa. She let one leg hang over its back and poured
the remaining droplets of champagne between her exposed pussy lips. Her fingers followed its
trail and began to massage her rapidly engorging clit, watching the showed with view uninhibited.
Repeatedly, she rubbed and dipped her fingers deep within her aching pussy. "Muthafucker!
Where in the hell is he? Well. I'm sure wherever he is he isn't having as much fun as I am."
As
her pelvis tipped up and her back arched she brought her self to a physical orgasmic release.
That's when the tears began to flow and she allowed her emotional release.
***
It was nearing closing time. The last act of the night was on stage shaking her pasty covered
nipples and shimmy hooking across it.
The outside lights were turned off, the front door locked to keep new customers out, and, Dave
was getting really tired listening to, Tim bellyaching about, Nadine his wife.
"You guys want one more? Consider this your last call notification."
"Pete you ever get tired of bartending and watching beautiful women strip every night?"
Pete leaned over the bar and shrugged. "Most of the girls are okay folks but after a while
it's a job like any place else. So you guys want a last drink?"
"Not me. It's time for me to hit the road. Tim, you leaving now too?"
"You know I'm waiting on, Jessie to finish dancing."
"Shit, Tim! She has got your head so far up your ass you can't see night from day. Nadine,
is a great lady and you're gonna fuck around and get yourself a set of walking papers, if it
isn't too late already. I can't believe you left her alone on your anniversary and never even
called. You're turning cold dude."
"Yeah, Pete hit me with another one." Tim then turned to, Dave, "I can't believe
she doesn't know it's over. I haven't been home on time for weeks; we've had sex maybe a handful
of times in the past month, there's just nothing left."
"Whatever, man. I'm out of here."
"See ya."
Tim looked around the empty bar. With, Dave gone and, Pete in the back room he had the place
to himself.
Jessie was still on stage, naked and more than likely coked out of her mind. Her porcelain white
skin looked almost luminescent under the inexpensive house lights, her face painted like a doll
was visibly sweaty.
Tim unzipped his jeans and leaned back against his chair. He reached in and released his hardening
cock. While he watched her gyrations and pseudo gymnastics his hand stroked his shaft in time
to the beat of the music.
He could feel himself beginning to sweat. His cock now rigid, it's purple helmet inflamed and
dripping in expectations of what was to come.
Up on stage the nude addict was busy swinging around the dancers' pole before ending up on the
floor where she simulated a sex act.
His hand was moving rapidly up and down, oozing liquid, crystal, dripping down his arm while
the other hand savagely massaged his sac.
Jessie jumped up to bow to the audience and for the first time appeared to notice there was no one but, Tim watching. She put her hands to her hips and began
to strut toward him.
He watched her breasts bounce and her facial muscles tremble, the closer she got the faster he
jerked. Finally, when she stood directly in front of him he cried out, "Hot damn, baby this
loads for you!"
"Listen, Tim, thanks a lot, but I'm gonna be busy tonight. You can't come over."
"What do you mean busy? Why can't I come over?" Tim pushed his still dripping prick
back into his Levi's and hastily wiped his hands down his pant leg.
"Hey, Jes are you about ready to split this popstand?"
"Pete? You gotta be fuckin kidding me. I'm leaving my old lady for you, Jessie. What's going
on?"
"Tim," she said wiping the back of her hand across her white powder tipped nose, "Pete
isn't married and I'm free, white, and over twenty-one. Face it, Tim you're nice, for an older
guy but there's just not chemistry between me and you."
"I left my wife home, alone, on our anniversary so I could be here with you."
"What kinda bum does that, Pete? Let's get out of here."
***
Even at this odd hour of the morning the, Java Joe Café was still a buzz with activity.
It's not because of their great service or outstanding culinary exploits. It was more likely
because they were the only 24-hour diner in the area, where the food was edible and the coffee
hot.
Finding himself with no place to go, Tim took a seat by the front window and mumbled into his
coffee.
A hand rested on his shoulder. but before he could look to see whom it belonged to a raspy feminine
voice came to his ear and whispered, "You look like you just caught the head of that ornery
prick of yours in a zipper. But this is your lucky night, Tim, I'm here to rescue you, from yourself."
"Who are you?" Tim knew he was pretty inebriated and had no idea what was going on.
"Don't you want to be happy, Tim? Don't you want to fuck a beautiful pussy like mine? Look
at me Tim."
Tim turned and looked into her eyes. He was caught her hypnotic gaze, he was hers for the taking.
"Come with me, Tim. Let's go have a little fun."
Like a faithful puppy on a leash he stood up and followed the attractive woman dress in a classic,
little, black, dress.
She took him to the dark and lonely alley behind the diner and said, "I want you to fuck
me, Tim. I want you to fuck me like it's your last fuck on earth."
"Well baby, why didn't you say so. You want fucked, you've come to the right man,"
He pressed her against the cool damp brick of the building, her hard twin treasures squeezed
against him. He rubbed his all ready erect cock against her tummy, a sneer moved across his face.
Tim's hands roughly pulled up her dress; she wrapped her muscular thighs around his waist and
kissed him hard on the mouth.
Coreena, let out a high shriek and then a moan of pleasure as, Tim unzipped his jeans and aggressively
thrust full length inside her perpetually wet cunt.
"That's right, Tim. Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard. Take all your aggressions for, Jessie
and Pete out on my dripping cunt."
He didn't think to ask how she knew what had happened this evening. Her pussy had lulled him
in. It was sweet like honey, hotter than chili pepper, and clinging to his ready to burst cock
like super-glue.
"Baby, baby, baby, mm."
"Come on, Tim. I want to feel you hot come deep in my belly. Fill my pussy with all the
spunk you had loaded and waiting for, Jessie tonight."
 "Oh
good God," he cried out loud as he felt her vaginal muscles milk and squeeze the come deep
from within his balls, "I ain't never come like this before."
"That's right, Tim. I'm sucking the come right out of you."
Totally spent he fell up against, Coreena, "Damn are you ever good, baby."
"Loverboy I want you to look at me."
Tim didn't move.
"Look at me, loverboy. Look at me now." Her command was clear, he had no choice or
will to fight her.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He couldn't move if given the chance, he was the
fly in the spider's web.
She brought her mouth to his neck.
The last thing, Tim heard was the sound of his skin tearing.
After, Coreena finished her meal; she straightened her dress and walked toward the
street.
Tim was in the dumpster.
***
Her mouth was dry; she needed a glass of water. Nadine tried to sit up but it made her head hurt.
She couldn't remember ever feeling this bad before.
She laid her head back on the pillow and realized she was in her bed instead of lying on the
sofa where she'd fallen asleep. Tim he must be home. He must have carried me here after he got
home late and feeling guilt ridden.
Nadine opened her eyes, once her sight adjusted to the darkness she looked to see if he was asleep
in the room. But there was no, Tim.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked across the room.
"Who are you?" Nadine asked the woman sitting in the over stuffed chair in the corner.
"I'm, Coreena."
"What are you doing in my house? Where's my husband?" Just then, Nadine fell back flat
against the mattress. She brought her hand to her neck and touched sticky, wet, pain.
"Don't worry, Nadine. That pain in your neck will wear away quickly. As for, Tim, Nadine,
you were always too good for him. He did nothing but take advantage of you, your love, and your
body.
Nadine's eyesight had completely adjusted to the dimness of the room. The blinds had been pulled
on all the windows effectively blocking out what must have been the early morning sunrise.
Coreena unzipped her dress and stepped out of it before crawling up the bed to meet Nadine's
mouth and kiss her hungrily. The blanket that had been covering the startled woman was pushed
aside, allowing their naked bodies to rest uninhibited together.
Nadine felt the cool skin lying on top of her, and welcomed the warm and passionate mouth and
tongue that searched her own. Shivers ran the course of her body as Coreena's hands explored
her.
"I'm here to take care of you, Nadine. We have known each other in previous lives and have
been lovers in everyone. You will always be mine, Nadine. Always."
There was something ominous yet comforting in the words her raspy voice spoke. Instantly their
relationship seemed clear and Nadine realized what had been long missing in her life.
"Yes,
Mistress. I am yours, now and forever." She turned her face and offered, Coreena her throat.
"No precious. I must be careful not to taste your life force again so soon but I will taste
of you again and never grow weary, my love."
She slid down, Nadine's body and drew her nipple between her lips. She let her tongue bathe and
swirl around the hardening bud. Coreena's hand gently glided down her belly and then between
Nadine's thighs.
Startled and exhilarated simultaneously, Nadine spread her legs wide and wrapped her arms around
the other woman's shoulders. The thrill of fingers long forgotten tickled her sex and the joy
of being suckled by a mouth so sweet culminated and climaxed almost instantly.
Come ran freely onto, Coreena's fingers and then brought to the lips of both to share.
The huge amber orb of a moon no longer high in the sky. Its long stout shadows with rumors, lies,
and love gone awry have all been carried away by an unseasonably cold North wind.
The moon's shrouded sins; those most at home in the night have once again been deposited. At
a domain once again known as you and I.
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