Just as she was beginning to wonder if he was gay, Halloween arrived. Jennifer decided to stay home to watch scary movies while Christie (and the rest of the complex) were at the clubhouse party. She planned to join later in the evening, perhaps. A long week at work had worn her out, but one nap later and she was getting into her Lara Croft costume. Just then, Vince called and said he needed to see her.
When he arrived he was dressed as James Dean. He smelled incredible. He kissed her passionately as she opened the door. Then, gently taking her hand, Vince walked her out to the patio and pulled her pants down. Jennifer quickly separated one of the bar stools from her patio set, perched on it and drew him close, unbuttoning, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He thrust inside of her as he grabbed her hair and kissed her hard. They fucked like it was a scene out of a movie; so rapid and deep that her eyes rolled back in her head. They both yelled as they came, drowned out by the blaring clubhouse music and horror movie in the background. This shy guy had bottled up his attraction and let it all loose in one moment. He finished the movie with her and they headed down to the party.
As they walked into the room, hair tousled, eyes shining, Jennifer could see the envy in her friends’ eyes.
“What an awesome Halloween!” she thought to herself.
*
Once loosened up, this guy was crazy kinky. Role play was a new adventure he was leading her on, starting with a messenger at the door who arrived an hour before she was supposed to go out to dinner with Vince.
It was a big shiny black box, clearly from a clothing store, but there was no marking. Jennifer excitedly pulled on the big, hot-pink ribbon and let it fall to the floor as she opened the box. She pushed apart the tissue paper to reveal an invitation. It was from Vince. He requested her presence in one hour at his house. She was to wear the outfit he had picked out for her. That and nothing but a coat. A car would pick her up.
Jennifer liked her new little mission. She delved into the box to reveal a black lace, see-through nightie and matching crotchless panties. As she was told, she dressed in only those two garments with a trench coat over them, and walked to the car. The driver was waiting and he opened the door for her.
After she was seated, he handed her another envelope that said “I am glad that you have completed the first part of your mission. Please enjoy the party favors I have prepared for you. When you get to the house, you will find an envelope taped to the front door containing the next part of your mission.” Jennifer smoked the joint and enjoyed a snifter of Hennessy as she relaxed.
The next envelope read “Please take off your coat, go to my bedroom, and lay down under the covers like you are going to bed. There is a mask on the nightstand. Wear it. I will be up shortly with the surprise in your scenario. You are only allowed to do as I say form this point on.”
Within minutes she sensed a presence in the room. A gloved hand was over her mouth.
A man’s voice whispered malevolently, “Do as I say and I won’t kill you. I am going to remove my hand and you’d better not scream”. Jennifer nodded wildly. She remained frozen as she felt her hands being bound behind her back. Then her feet. She felt the cool metal of a knife running down her nightie as he slit it open. Two familiar hands grabbed her huge tits, and rotated, caressing them, licking them.
He leaned over her and whispered “Oh, you are such a good little slut doing what you’re told”. He raised her straddled thighs in the air and placed them over his shoulder as he knelt, his knees rubbing up next to her ass. He lifted her pussy into his mouth and parted her lips as he dangled his tongue wildly up and down. She could hear him exclaim “mmmm”. He then pulled her closer so he could stick his cock in. Her ass was resting on top of his thighs. The angle was amazing as he drilled her. He then pulled her upright and grabbed her neck as they climaxed.
“What a rush!” she exclaimed as he removed her mask.
Jennifer observed how the element of danger really played into her heightened arousal. She would have never agreed up-front to role-play rape if he had asked, but she was so glad he did it. The feminist in her was stomping in outrage but her inner whore was applauding. And since the whore had her ear, the next adventure was not far away.
*
She was in a closet, all darkness. Jennifer felt the wall against her back. Hanging scarves tickled her face. Her stomach was churning. “Just our little secret. . . would destroy everyone . . . “ *
Chapter 10
Jennifer was becoming lonely and decided to go back to the personals. She found an ad from a guy who ran an IT consulting business from his home. Having a sapiosexual side to her sexuality was a new insight for Jennifer. She found herself drawn to men that she found mentally stimulating. This was a new chapter in her love life.
Carlos was handsome, make no mistake. A light-skinned Hispanic man with thick brown hair and crystal blue eyes. When they met for coffee she was mesmerized. When he invited her back to his place, she agreed without hesitation. He showed her around his three-bedroom townhouse. At the top of the stairs, there was an office with a massive desk that housed eight monitors. The corner bedroom was his bedroom, a California-king sized bed with dark red sheets. She ran her hands across it, and imagined rolling around naked. He grabbed her hand and showed her the final room which was filled with servers.
Jennifer was wondering if she had misread him. What kind of man walks a lady to his bedroom and guides her out? She decided to play along. His house, his rules. He took her downstairs to the kitchen. This Latin lover had a tray of tequila shots with salt and lime prepared in the freezer. Jennifer’s reservations that this brainiac would be dull began to fade away. Carlos unbuttoned her blouse to expose her shoulder and ran his tongue along it followed by salt, then placed a lime in her mouth. He licked the salt, did the first shot and took the lime from her mouth, kissing her lightly in the process. Jennifer felt a shiver and it took a moment to collect herself.
Jennifer licked the inside of his wrist sensually as she made eye contact, added salt, grabbed the shot and lime as she dropped to her knees. She licked the salt, did the shot and, with the lime on her mouth, she French-kissed him deeply. Carlos grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up to sit her on the counter. He kissed her passionately. They finished the tray of shots and moved to the sectional couch. He sat on the chaise and pulled her between his legs with her back to him.
He licked her neck as he whispered “I want you”. Standing up he pulled her to her feet. He hiked up her silky skirt to pull her panties down, and pulled her toward him. His hands were wandering inside of her. Jennifer unbuckled and removed his pants with intensity. Carlos pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He gripped her ass and pushed his cock deep inside her.
Whispering in her ear he said, “Look at me” and pulled her face to his. “I want to watch your eyes as you submit to me.” He fucked her deeply as he grabbed her ass hard. Just as she was coming he kissed her and said, “You are mine”.
*
The voice droned in Jennifer’s memory. “Baby, you are mine. Only mine. Always mine . . .”
Jennifer screamed. “No, Mama! No more! No!”
Carlos stood stock still. His eyes filled with tears. Taking Jennifer in his arms he stroked her back, her hair, her bottom. Jennifer found this so sexy. Then he lifted her up and started fucking her against the wall, all the while keeping eye contact and kissing her passionately.
Jennifer had never felt This before. This connection was mental, emotional and physical at the same time.
She knew she was on a whole other level with this guy. He kept her coming back for more. “What will happen?” she wondered. Jennifer was ready to follow this new journey. For a small-town girl who had never let loose it had been quite a ride!