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One night
Copyright 1997 By Darkside
It was a perfect autumn
evening. Something about watching the trees change color made me
more willing to accept the changes I had felt taking hold of me
for a while. I always knew my sexual urges were strong, but I always
had an outlet for them in my girlfriend. I really cared for her...
I didn't want to subject her to the things going on in my head...
no, it would have to be someone else.
I tried to deny my wants...
tried to deny the feeling that I wanted to take a woman by force
and work out all of my deepest, darkest fantasies on her. I tried
sexual fantasy play with my girlfriend but it wasn't the same...
I always knew somewhere in the back of my head that she really wasn't
unconscious... I really hadn't hurt her... I really couldn't do
whatever I wanted, and that always ruined it.
The whole thing was
ruining my sex life, it had become an absolute obsession. I knew
I couldn't ever be happy until I lived it out, regardless of the
cost. That's how I found myself here, in a crowded night club, looking
for the lovely lady who was to become the unwilling fulfiller of
all of my fantasies.
The place was packed.
I had been here for a few hours already and had selected my victim.
She was perfect. She had all the essentials: Long, strawberry blonde
hair, thin, neubile frame, small breasts, gorgeous face and body,
and she was wearing exactly what I liked best. She had a tight shirt
on, which was allowing me to see her lovely nipples traced on her
lovely mounds, jeans which were just tight enough to show her perfect
ass, and of course, the other essential, a pair of high top Converse
All Star sneakers. I looked forward to seeing them hug her unconscious
feet as they swayed in front of me.
She was exceedingly
drunk, which was a good thing. It would mean I would have less of
a time convincing her to do things most girls wouldn't. After a
time, she went to the washroom and I followed her to the door, thinking
this would be a good time to get to her alone without the friends
she had come with. I waited for her to exit and intercepted her.
"Hi gorgeous", I said,
knowing full well I sounded like an idiot, but counting on her drunkenness
to allow for some stupidity on my part.
"Hi yourself" she said,
looking me over.
"How would you like
to go outside for a little toke on this?" I said, holding up a joint.
She giggled and I could
see in her eyes she wanted some. She looked at me provocatively
and said, "Well, what will I have to do for you if you give me some
of that?"
"Only one good kiss.
I've been looking at you for a while, and I really want one good
kiss from someone as lovely as you before I go home."
She looked me over again
and said, "Sure, but I want at least half of it..."
"You can have all but
one drag."
"You've got yourself
a deal."
"Great. Let's go outside."
We exited the club and
went out into an alleyway beside it. It was deserted, which was
perfect. "Well, she said... I want the joint first... then you get
your kiss."
"How about I light it
up for you, you can have a drag and then you kiss me and I'll have
mine and then you can finish it?"
"That sounds cool."
I gave her the joint
and she put it in her mouth. I pulled out my lighter and lit it
for her and she took a deep, long drag at it. She looked at me as
she held the smoke in and I could see from her face that she was
getting a really good buzz out of it.
When she exhaled I said,
"now's the time, right?"
"Oh, you've got it..."
she smiled and walked over to me and put her arms around me and
began to kiss me. As she was doing this, I reached into my pocket
and pulled out the syringe I had waiting there, uncapped it and
stuck it into her neck. She seemed to not even feel it and we kept
kissing and then I pulled the needle out after injecting her with
all that was inside. I ended her kiss and held her close to me.
Within a few seconds
I heard her moan a little and try to say something that didn't quite
make it out. I felt her knees buckle under her and caught her full
weight in my arms. Then her arms loosened around me and fell limp
at her sides, the joint hitting the pavement in a pretty burst of
sparks.
"Thank you for the kiss,
my lovely one" I said as I hunched over and slung her across my
shoulder. The soles of her cons left the pavement and dangled at
my calves.
I grinned to myself
feeling the weight of her complacent body and I walked behind the
building to where my car was parked. I had my prize.
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I opened the back door
to my car and sat her down, then let her body fall limply back into
the seat. Her legs were still hanging out, so I walked over to the
other side of the car, opened the door, grabbed her under her shoulders
and pulled her into the car as far as I could, then I closed the
door. I went back to the other side and saw that her feet were still
hanging out, the little bows of her laces sitting there inviting
me to tug at them and undo them so I could slip her sneakers off.
I had thoughts of wearing those sneakers right here right now but
there was enough time for that, and an alleyway was hardly the place
I wanted to do this. I looked at the bottoms of her sneakers. They
were immaculately clean except for the little layer of dirt and
dust and maybe some spilled beer from the club. I would fix that.
I gently lifted her feet into the car and closed the door. Then
I got in myself, trying hard to ignore my immense hard on. I turned
the ignition on and started home.
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I got to my place and
parked the car. I walked to the passenger side and opened the rear
door. Her face was lovely as she slept. Her head was tilted to the
right and one of her long, gold earrings was lying across her cheek.
I admired the sight for a moment before continuing.
I hooked my hands under
her arms and dragged her into a seated position. Then I picked her
up out of the car under her knees and arms. I carried her this way
to the back door and put her feet down long enough to fish the correct
key out and open the door. I supported her crumpled body with my
other arm. I opened the door and lifted her into the house. There
was no concrete in here . . . all linoleum, hardwood flooring and
carpeting, so I had no qualms about dragging her in here. I hooked
both of my arms under hers and dragged her with her heels squeaking
across the floor to the bathroom on the main floor. I had to wash
those lovely sneakers of hers before I could lick them, after all...
Above the bathtub in
this room are a pair of large padded hooks upon which I hung her
body under the armpits. I had installed these hooks a time ago so
I could do similar things with my girlfriend and really, they were
quite comfy . . . one could hang there without discomfort for quite
a while. Her head tilted back, and her hair cascaded down her back
in gorgeous waves. Her Converse clad feet dangled about two feet
above the tub. Having thus prepared her, I proceeded to get undressed.
When I was naked, I
turned on the water and let it run to a nice warm temperature. I
got into the tub and took the shower head (it is one of those attached
to a hose so you can move it around) and turned the water on there
instead. A steady stream of warm water gushed forth. I kneeled in
front of the inviting rubber toes of the cons on her limp feet.
I bent down and kissed each toe on the top before beginning to wash.
I moved the water closer
to her shoe and my hard on was throbbing so I moved the water away
and put it down. I thought I wanted that shoe on my foot first to
see if it would fit. The bow of her right shoelace was just visible
under the pant leg of her jeans and I reached out with both hands
and grabbed both ends of her shoelace and pulled slowly until the
bow came undone. I used one finger to undo it the rest of the way
so that the lace dangled from both sides of the shoe and gently
swayed to and fro. I pulled slowly at the lace until I could see
the shoe loosening around her foot. I pulled at the lace more and
more all the way down until it practically fell off her foot, then
I pulled off her shoe. Her foot was also shod in a nice white sock.
I turned my attention
to the shoe, which was now in my hand. I brought it to my nose and
smelled inside of it and the rubber on the outside. The aroma was
as much of a turn on as I had hoped it would be. I slid my right
foot into the shoe as I looked up at the unconscious woman hanging
in front of me, one shoe still on her left foot, the other in a
sock. It was a tight fit, but the shoe went on without much effort.
I enjoyed the warmth coating my foot that her foot had left behind
in the shoe. I had chosen well. As the shoe slid home I had to stop
and wait as I could feel myself needing to come. I paused for a
moment and tried not to think of anything that was happening right
now. Eventually, I got the feeling under control. I tied up the
shoe and looked at it on my foot, and then I looked up at the unconscious
woman hanging in front of me, her hair hanging down to the small
of her back, the toes of her feet both directly in front of me.
She was indifferent and didn't object to any of this . . . she couldn't.
I reached under her
pant leg and found the top of her sock and pulled it off her foot,
exposing five cute little toes. Oh, they were adorable! I bent my
nose down to them and sniffed. They had the sneaker smell to them.
I touched them and ran my fingers along and between them. They were
lovable little things! I couldn't resist bending down and kissing
each one in turn. The smell and look and feel was too much. I took
each toe into my mouth and sucked on it like a soother. I ran my
tongue around them all. I loved them; they were great. I couldn't
wait to get to the other foot, and I found that my hard on was back
full force. I had to take care of it. I wanted to worship her feet
more but I knew anything I did would accelerate my need to come.
I decided I would take her now.
I undid her other shoe
in exactly the same fashion as the first, and pulled it off her
foot exposing her other sock. I placed the shoe on the edge of the
tub after giving it a good sniff. Then I stood up and stood before
her. Her neck was exposed to me and I couldn't resist kissing it.
It was lovely. I began to wish she could be more a part of this
than she was, but I knew if she were to regain consciousness she
would object to say the least, and I wanted her complacent.
Her head had been tilted
back for some time now and I was sure her neck would be killing
her if she were awake. I reached over her head and grabbed her by
the hair on the crown of her head and pulled her head to an upright
position. Her unconscious face was beautiful. My god, I couldn't
have chosen a better woman! I kissed her on her mouth and ran my
tongue along her lips until they were wet with my saliva. I gently
opened one of her eyes for her, but her lovely blue eyes had rolled
back into her head so I couldn't see anything except the very bottom
rim. Too bad. I told her she was lovely and beautiful and that I
hoped she was enjoying what was happening to her. I let go of her
hair and her head fell forward.
I moved my hands to
the waist of her jeans and undid the button. Then I unzipped the
jeans and slid my hand down underneath her underwear and felt her
warm, soft bush. The warmth and feel was exquisite! I moved my hand
around so as to work the jeans over her hips and once they were
around her thighs, I moved to her feet again and tugged at the legs.
The jeans came off. Then I took off her underwear and was immediately
greeted by the lovely, musky female scent coming from between her
legs. Oh, this was heaven! I took off her underwear and put my face
right in her crotch. I nuzzled the lovely bush and breathed in the
wonderful scent and oh, I thought I might just love her only for
being as beautiful as she was.
After a while, I moved
back down to her feet and placed her shoe back onto her foot. I
didn't bother doing it up, because I really wanted her badly. I
took her other sneaker off my foot and put it back onto her. She
had to wear these now. I took her off the hooks and carried her
into the bedroom and placed her on the bed on her back. I spread
her legs and looked for only a second at what lay before me until
I knew I must have her now. I mounted her and sank my cock hilt
deep into her lovely, warm snatch and just lay on top of her, trying
to maintain control of my throbbing manhood. I looked at her face
with ultimate longing. I reached down and lifted her shirt over
her breasts and exposed them. They were perfect in every way. Small,
beautifully rounded mounds with small aureoles, big nipples and
the most adorable little dimple in the center of each. I needed
her so badly and I didn't even know her name.
I began to slowly pump
and built a gradual momentum up to the inevitable climax, her sneakers
on her feet were jiggling indifferently to my momentum. I looked
at her face the whole beautiful in its slumber. I reached my climax
far too quickly but enjoyed a level of pleasure I had never known.
I screamed and moaned my way through my orgasm and when it was through,
I thanked her. She was the best. I lay on top of her for a while
and then withdrew and lay beside her, looking at her and just admiring
her as though she were a work of art. After some time in my solo
afterplay, I decided to continue in the bathroom.
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