Sandy

His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

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His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. Just for a moment taking it all in, the earie quiet of the predawn streets that was Greg’s world. He was going to follow through with the idea knowing he was going to get his hands dirty, just how dirty was up to him. The clicking of the stilettos on the sidewalk as another working girl rounded the corner. Her blonde hair still mostly in place as she spied the shadowy figure watching her. Her brazen attitude as she approached made Greg sweat and his hands tremble.

“Hey baby, I’m about to get off but I can get you off before I call it a night.” Her high pitch Brooklyn accent was like nails on a chalkboard.

His deep gravelly voice answered her “No thanks”

She turned in a huff and walked into the old hotel. Her red sequin dress and short black skirt flashing in the few dim lights. The scream of a cat and a trash can falls over caught Greg’s attention. He walked the four blocks toward the dinner. Huge plate glass windows beaming light into the world around them like a display for all to see. A couple dock workers sitting there eating as they were either getting ready for the day or finishing up a night. It always made Greg chuckle how it was like watching a play about humanity. He took a seat on the bench watching the show.

The obnoxiously bright pink uniform came into sight. The shirt unbuttoned too low, the skirt too high as she talked and flirted with the men there. He didn’t have to hear; he knew the basics of the conversation all too well. She was flirting and working hoping for a good tip, they were hoping she would finally say yes and let them “enjoy their company”. Soon they would get up and leave, she would pick up their dishes and the couple crumpled bills from the table.

The horizon was starting to glow as the hues of morning began to paint the sky. The rumble of the old bus as it came down the dingy road belching smoke was on time as always. Greg watched as the brunette got off and walked into the diner. Greg got up and followed her in. She sat down in her usual spot as he approached.

“Excuse me, are you Sandy?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” she shot back with a sternly

Greg reached in his coat and pulled out the papers he had been carrying. Half dropping them on the table for effect she looked at the top sheet with her name on it. The following pages were copies of her correspondence with various people. She fumbled through them, hot lurid conversations that ended suddenly every time.

“Where, how did you get these?” her face now in shock as her voice cracked.

“I think you need to come with me and answer some questions at the station. Every name in those conversations has disappeared suddenly except for you. There are a few questions about their sudden disappearance and your involvement with them that need to be answered. Now you can come peacefully or…” Greg added to his intimidation by pulling out handcuffs from behind his back.

Sandy agreed to cooperate and walked out the door with Greg. He led her around to the dimly lit parking lot then opened the door for her to get in the back. Before she could get in, he forced her to against the car and cuffed her hands behind her back. Pushing her into the back seat she tried to fight him off, but it was no use. She was now trapped. He started the engine and as it roared to life the radio came on, it was playing one of Sandy’s favorite songs.

She was shaken as he looked at her in the mirror. He smiled, so far everything had gone as planned. As he pulled out into the empty street and headed toward the warehouse he had set up. Now was the time for all his work to finally pay off.

“So Sandy, all those men; twelve in all, were talking to you about some really racy things. I am shocked a woman like you would be so bold as to tell them the things you said.”

“We were having fun; it was a game.” She replied her voice shaking

“Baseball is a game, monopoly is a game, hell even football is a game. This, what you were talking about is something very different.”

Had Sandy not been so scared she would have caught on this was a game too. Greg was listing off games she had said she liked. The song playing was the one she said was her favorite. He had set it all up for her perfect fantasy that she had talked about with all those “men”. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

“No, wait. No, this can’t be happening. Who are you?”

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Greg pushed the button and the door behind them closed with a light coming on in the building. There were several areas with torture looking tables and devices to use. It was obvious Greg’s silence was adding to her unsettled feelings.

“Please, what are you planning to do to me?”

Greg put on the hood she should recognize and turned back toward her “Everything you talked about and more. See little bird those men aren’t missing; it was me all along and I am here for you as your wicked date begins”

Sandy felt a mix of nausea, fear and a strange rush of excitement as he got out and started setting up. Letting the anticipation grow as Sandy watched. She realized how much energy he had put in, now she was trapped at his mercy as he was about to push her to her breaking point through all the twists and turns she had shared with the various versions of Greg.

”Wicked
 

Sargent Cougar

As the new recruits filed in to meet with the Captain and Sargent it smelled more like a locker room than a briefing room. The aged building with antiquated concrete walls painted a dull white made it look like it had been through several lifetimes. There was a dull mumbling as we talked between ourselves, everyone nervous and excited. We were all to eager to prove our worth after spending so much time in training. The room came to a hush as the Captain introduced the room to Sargent Karen Peters.

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Karen eyed over her coffee at the new meat coming in. It was obvious she was hungry and hunting, but not just anything would sate her appetite. She knew what she liked as she gazed over the new fresh faces in the briefing room. She picked up the roster and called out names and issued assignments. My name was called, as I was instructed where to report. As I walked out the room I was pulled aside by the Captain.

“Son, I know you are new here so a piece of unsolicited advice, be careful around Karen. She has a reputation if you know what I mean.”

“Sir?”

Before he could reply we were interrupted by the other guy who was assigned with me. We could have been brothers, almost the same height and hair color. He was about five years younger than I was with a boyish smile and clean-shaven face. We both were tall and thin, I was 5’11” 135 lbs. soaking wet in my uniform and he looked about the same.

“Hi, I’m Joe.” He said with his hand extended. “Looks like we will be working together.”

“Good to meet you.” I shot back slightly annoyed I didn’t get to hear the advice being handed to me.

We went and got our gear and headed to our assigned area. We met out unit leader and assigned to the same post. It was basically fly or die after the academy we soon learned. For the next two weeks Joe and I would work the same shifts together. From this we would be evaluated after, if the unit leader thought we were capable we would be given a permanent position, if not we were given a different partner for another two weeks. The first week was a blur of trying to soak in everything, decide what was important and what was just garbage needed to be ignored. The second week we started to get into the routine and began to step into our rolls for the unit. Sarge would stop in and observe us as we dealt with our day to day operations.

“Looks like you two boys got the Sarge’s attention.” Our unit leader chimed in one day. “She had been watching you both more than most, watch out boys” he said with a chuckle and walked off.

I was left feeling a bit unsettled thinking I was messing up and wasn’t going to make the cut. When it came time for the evaluation, I was sitting in the chair waiting as Joe was in for his meeting. He came out with a perplexed look on his face and his voice cracked a little when he told me it was my turn. I walked in sweat all but poring off my back. It was hot in the room anyway as I sat for a few more minutes before Captain, Sarge and our unit leader came in.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Sarge said curtly “I have heard good things and after personally observing you in action I recommend you be allowed to proceed on your own as an officer. Any objections?”

The Captain and my unit leader agreed with her. After a short do’s and don’ts talk it was over in less than ten minutes.

“Well,” Sarge said “just some formal paperwork and you will be ready to get going with your assignment”

The captain and unit leader left as Sarge pulled out a stack of papers for me to go over.

“Now that they have left, I just wanted to say I am really impressed how you handle yourself. You seem like you are capable and able to take on whatever comes your way.”

“Well I hope so ma’am” I said with a smile.

“No need for ma’am here. You can call me Karen.”

I would like to say I was a gentleman and respectful but anyone that knows me knows I don’t miss an opportunity to flirt. I signed in the places in the mound of papers I needed to and I gave a wink sliding back the papers. Sarge wasn’t the first cougar I had been stalked by, so I knew the game and I let her see I wasn’t afraid of her hunting me. I let her circle the table as her nails ran along my arm.

“Oh baby, you best be careful else someone might gobble you up.”

“Is that a promise ma’am?” I replied with a smirk.

”Wicked
 

She might have been twenty years my senior and only 4’10” and light as a feather but she was a sexual maniac when we were together. I showed her what I knew, and she taught me a few new things. One thing I can say, bless those cougars because they know what they are doing and how they want it with no qualms about letting you know.

In Lockdown

My mind hazy as to how I got here, I remember the bar. Drinks flowing and music thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. That redhead that came up boldly asking if I was the kind of man to buy a strange woman a drink

The slow scraping sound coming down the hall sent a chill along my spine. One small bulb secured to the wall faintly illuminating the small cube of a room. A small bunk with a filthy mattress flopped on it, had seen much use and added to the rank odor to the room. The metal toilet and sink combination only feet away. The air stale and damp, the smell of lost hope and desperation clung like an oily residue. The walls pealing their grey layers of paint revealing a metal bulkhead underneath. Another scraping sound only much closer from outside the room.

My mind hazy as to how I got here, I remember the bar. Drinks flowing and music thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. That redhead that came up boldly asking if I was the kind of man to buy a strange woman a drink. Of course I was, and did. A couple hours later we were in her hotel room. I remember undressing her slowly, taking my time as she tried to rush me. Her need to feel needed and wanted ablaze. My hands all over her flesh my teeth grazed and my lips planting kisses. Her flesh so pale it glowed in the night air as we made slow love on the balcony. The light of the full moon bathing us both while we were intertwined, the world melt away in an explosion of pleasure. Kissing her neck as her body arched, her cried carried on the night breeze. Her green eyes opening with a soft sweet smile that turned to a blank stare. Excruciating pain seared through my flesh as the world disappeared into nothingness.

A sudden scrape and a flap opened. A tray was shoved in with what appeared to be some type of paste looking goop on it. The greasy scent just added to the disgusting feel of the room. A voice outside, mechanical in nature crackled like from a half working drive through speaker.

“Another subject from investigation 382 is now awake and aware. Food supplement offered to subject. Observation of social and mating ritual with drone model a success in capturing a heathy male specimen. Further testing will be required to see what category the subject will best be placed in. Because of potential of contamination it will be kept in isolation till full results of testing are completed.

Subject 8725, after you have consumed the meal given to you please place the meal container back at the portal it entered through. After you have eaten knock on the wall over the portal, an assistant will take you to the medical testing and processing area. You have one hour to comply.”

A scraping sound as I looked at what “meal” was left behind. What was happening? Had I just lost my mind and this was all some part of a psychotic dream? The food was little more than paste. It smelled much like the dog food I remember giving to my pet when I was a kid. A taste and I was banging on the wall. Several minutes later a blue glow lit along the edges of what I could only assume was a door. A hissing sound as the door opened and there she stood, the woman I had a memory of on the balcony. She smiled and held out her hand.

“Come with me, please.”

Suddenly I was aware of my nudity as she was unclothed as well. If this was some kind of crazy dream I was definitely aroused. As she turned I felt even more exposed as her hand grazed my side. I could feel my face flush as she looked down and gave a slight smile.

“There is nothing to be concerned about. You simply need to be examined and processed. Failure to comply will result in a longer time in quarantine.”

I followed feeling more like a lamb to the slaughter than a person anymore. We passed many more doors before entering into a larger area. A line of men all ages and races with a copy of the same woman who was with me. I looked on in shock.

“I can since your apprehension, I am a collection droid. Apparently a very successful one for your species as you can tell by this batch of subjects.”

“Subjects for what?”

“All I can inform you is that your system was placed into quarantine several of what you would call millennium ago. The exact records as to why have been lost. We are here to access the potential of your species.”

“Potential?”

“Yes, if you are suitable for combat, a workforce or simply, a farm planet that was to be harvested as a later time.”

A shudder ran along my spine at that last suggestion. The thought of humanity not being alone in the universe was scary enough but the potential now I was faced with was even more unsettling. The hue of the room changed from a soft blue to a vibrant orange. A piercing shrill sound sent me to my knees. Holding my hand over my ears I looked up at the drone as it reached down and took my wrist before I passed out. I felt the drone dragging me back to the cell.

I came too as the drone sat on the bed watching.

”Wicked
 

“It seems there is an issue with the processing station. For now, you must remain here in lockdown till the malfunction is over. I shall remain to keep you company.”

 

The ride

I might have been taken back by her forward response but honestly by now it was feeling more normal to hear bold honest confessions from riders. I glanced in the mirror occasionally as we talked. Being dark with the mirror turned to night driving I could see her cleavage perfectly as well as the soft lines of her throat. The rattling of the beast in the cage was intense. Since the conversation was flowing I just let it roll as she talked.

Rolling into a nice neighborhood to pick up my fair late that evening. Well late for me being it was just 2200, I like shutting down before dealing with the intoxicated masses becomes the norm. A tall leggy blonde came walking out sporting a plaid mini-skirt, white blouse tied along her midriff accenting her amble breast and exposing her belly piercing. The little pink handbag and pony tail swishing around as she walked toward the car just added to the sexy scene as she entered the car. That first whiff of perfume made all my nerves go into overdrive. Remaining as calm as I could I held back my urges to made some obscene comment like “Looks like you are going for an exciting night” Checking her destination I tried not to smirk as it was a hotel across town, also it was going to be a long drive being to get there. The next hour she was “captive” in my car.

Small talk for a little bit after I asked and confirmed the location we were going to. Her smile and all out friendly personality started poking at an itch, one I knew would be bad to scratch. I tried to talk about the weather, local teams, even asking how her week was. Her snicker as I asked about her week made my ears perk up. I quickly learned she was a “specialist in pleasure”, offering massages and other services to make her clients feel good. The house I picked her up at was a gentleman that had acquired her services while his wife was out of town.

“So he was in need of some relaxation.” I quipped without thinking it through

“Baby you have no idea, so many of these guys are needing a little special attention, it is a service I offer.”

I might have been taken back by her forward response but honestly by now it was feeling more normal to hear bold honest confessions from riders. I glanced in the mirror occasionally as we talked. Being dark with the mirror turned to night driving I could see her cleavage perfectly as well as the soft lines of her throat. The rattling of the beast in the cage was intense. Since the conversation was flowing I just let it roll as she talked.

“What kinds of services do you offer?” I regretted saying that as soon as I did

Her giggle was like gasoline to my already on fired desire.

“Really I am good with most anything my clients want to do. Most just want a woman to touch them or make them feel good. Listen and tell them what a manly man they are, or beautiful woman. A couple like to tie me up, and some like to be tied up.”

She was talking about the realm I am well acquainted with.

I shifted around in my seat as I heard a ping and saw the time change with a message of stop added to the ride. She had edited the ride and now it felt like cat and mouse as we drove into a dingy side of town. I pulled up at the stop and she opened the back door getting out. Next thing I knew she opened the passenger door in the front and got in.

“Baby I know men, I can see you have a need for some release. Would you like me to help you with that?”

There was no hesitation as my brain was no longer doing the thinking. I opened my door and walked toward the back of the car. She got out and strode toward the back as well. My pants felt like a cage as she got closer. I felt every nerve on edge as I grabbed her by the pony tail and pushed her over the trunk of the car. Her “mummmm” of encouragement made me tingle as my hand pushed up under her skirt. Her wet pussy a perfect hole to fulfill my need with. Flipping her skirt up I exposed her tight rounded ass. I knelt down and bit one side as she gasped.

“That’s it baby, have fun just don’t leave any marks okay”

I didn’t reply as my mind was too far gone. No warning as I pushed three fingers straight into her wet hole. Her gasp and mew were like having my own personal cheering squad. I thrust in and out as she started to gasp and shudder. A few minutes later I had changed position still finger fucking her then pulling her pony tail. I could feel her wetness coating me hand as she gasped and shuddered.

“Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY GOOOOOODDDDD!!!!”

Her orgasm ripped through her as I smiled. I knew I was hitting her G spot and I doubted she would be able to hold back and not cum. I pulled her by the pony tail to the hood of the car. She offered no resistance as I pushed her on the hood. I manhandled her lithe body getting her into the position I wanted. Without warning I pulled my pants down and shoved my cock into her. The curve in it ran the head along her G spot again as she was melting and shaking. Thrust after thrust ripped into her as I unleashed my inter beast. Pulling her hair back I growled as I bit her neck.

“Harder, bit harder” she uttered

As she wished, I bit harder. My hand ran up and I pinched her nipple, her body stiff as she exploded in an almost violent wave of pleasure. Her voice echoing off the empty building. Raw, dirty, animal sex as I pumped away. I could feel my own need growing as I knew it was now or never. Grabbing her by the throat my hand pinching her in the right place her body shuddering and she went wild. I knew she would start to black out, I am no stranger to this. She jerked as started to go limp. I let go knowing she was just at the edge of passing out. Pulling my cock out of her wet cunt I pushed at the tight opening that had yet to be violated. Her juices just enough to get the head of my cock in her ass. That was all it took as I released my own volley of orgasmic bliss. In her stupor as coming around she went into overdrive. Her howl of painful pleasure was music to my ears as I pushed in. I kept going as long as I could as she just shook and was incoherent. Finally the edge was wearing off as I was covered in sweat despite if being chilly outside. As I pulled out she just laid there for a moment, her eyes still glazed from the intensity.  

“Baby you know how to use a woman” she finally whispered.

I offered her a towel to clean up with as she staggered to get her footing. Wiping my cock clean with the towel she knelt and kissed the head.

“You evil piece of man meat, you made my poor little butt hurt. But it felt so good.”

Getting back in the car I waited till she was ready to continue the trip. Some small talk as we drove to the final destination. She leaned up kissing my neck as we arrived.

“Baby I hope I get to ride with you again she said as she got out”

The beep of a horn as the light had turned green. I quickly came to my senses and followed the route to the destination.

She got out she turned with a smiled, “Thank you for the ride baby, have a good night.”

I wished her a good night and turned off the meter. I had a wicked fantasy of her still playing in my head as I rolled for home. I hope her night was as good as mine was.

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The Key of Love

Beth looked at the box, her hands still shaking as she thought of how to give it to him. She knew she was ready, it was time for the next step. Her only anxiety was if he would step back in fear. She had dreamed of the day she would truly be his, forever. As the sun sank low over the horizon she knew he would be there in a few minutes. The low rumble of his muscle car down the street always got her engine going, as it drew closer she got that twinge and cursed herself. Her panties were damp thinking about his strong arms and piercing blue eyes. The engine came to a stop and cut off in her driveway, her heart only raced faster.

 

Peering out the window Beth saw him get out of his car, the long dark duster wrapped around him keeping the cold night air from his perfect body. Heath looked right to where she was looking out and smiled. He drove her crazy doing that, always knowing where she was, what she was doing. No time for that now as his boots made a familiar thud on the wooden steps and then the ring of the doorbell. She opened and sank to her knees as always requested. The smell of dirt from his boots and the leather still damp from the night made her quiver. The lazy curl of black hair fell down over one of his eyes as he looked down at her.

Beth looked up from the floor into those eyes as he reached down and tussled her hair and then put a finger under her chin. Lifting her slowly to her feet till she stood looking him eye to eye. Heath presented her with flowers like always, he met all of Beth’s mother’s expectation of the gentleman her daughter was to marry. For a moment Beth blushed as the thought of him being perfect in so many ways crossed her mind and made her even wetter. Heath smiled and kissed her. No words needed to be said as she reached down and unzipped his pants and again knelt down.

Slowly releasing his growing cock she licked her lips and began to kiss and suck him like he had taught her to do. Before him this was disgusting, but now it was a love and desire to please that drove her. Her naked body shimmered in the dim light of the room till he stopped her and locked his fingers in her hair. In a deft move she was bent over the coffee table and his weight pinned her there. A quick gasp as she felt him enter her. Slow thrusts at first till she became accustomed to his girth then he ravaged her body till releasing a flood of his seed in her.

His kisses now fell on her neck and down her spine as she felt every inch of her body was alive. He laid her on the couch and caressed her all over before kissing her soft lips again. His hand rested on her belly for a few minutes while they kissed. As he broke their kiss he left his hand in place and looked deep in her eyes.

“What did the doc…”

His words were cut off as she handed him the box. He opened it slowly and looked inside. A smile grew slowly across his face.

“You’re serious?” He asked

“Yes” Beth’s voice shook as she replied “I have never been so sure of anything before in my life. And the doc said six week.”

“You know there are other options if you want? Of course I will support you in whatever you decide.” Heath almost stumbled on the last few words.

“Well now look who is getting cold feet” Beth chided “Come on, let’s go to the bed room and make love again.”

Heath followed her and entered behind and pushed her on the bed playfully as they now fell into a light of wild passion. She used to hold back but tonight there was nothing to worry about. She didn’t even care if the neighbors heard as Heath brought her to orgasm after orgasm in every way he could imagine. She fell asleep her head on his chest knowing Heath would love her forever.

She woke alone in the early morning, Heath wasn’t there in her bed as for a moment she began to panic. Had he run? Her question was answered as she heard him walk back in the room. The box was open on the table She could see the shape of the key in the dim light. She took a deep breath as she picked it up and leaned down and kissed her. This time he entered her roughly, taking his lover in wild passion. Her body went into a wild orgasmic series of waves. Then she felt the cold pierce her chest as the key had been opened and revealed the blade. Heath had made it the perfect night for her as the steel cut into her heart. He leaned over kissing her as she felt her body fall into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Afterwards Heath sat there looking at her beautiful body. He knew she was right in her choice, the cancer would have taken her piece by piece and this was her choice. He lifted the chalice and took a long drink and climbed onto her body and made love one last time to her. He felt the effects start to take him too. He smiled as he laid his head on her shoulder. His eyes closing as he would no longer feel the pain of his own terminal battle…

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