Night Vision

She looked like a spectre to me at first. It was partly due to light and shadows. She was coming out of the shadows, or perhaps turning light into the shadow. In any case she was mystery and scent of something unknown to me.

I can see the moonlight glistening on her bare skin right this moment, a thin film of sweat reflecting silver beams of ghostly light. She is breathing heavily. She can not see, but I can. And what I see is a strange and beautiful confusion of black, white and silver. I can smell her.

We spoke in soft voices and she smiled shyly, lowering her eyes every so often. Most of the evening it was my lips dancing around her ear, hungry to bite and suck and eat, but patience had to be exercised. She needed to be lured and baited and that was just as well with me. The rhythm she moved and spoke in fit me perfectly as I whispered into her ear, as I painted pictures in air and dressed my lies in shiny holiday outfits.

I can hear her moan, like an animal in pain. I smile with my eyes. I know that what she is experiencing can not be called pain. It's so much more after all. I can smell her.

She wore silk and latex, black and elegant, looking slightly arrogant and cold in her spike-heeled, high boots. Her hair embracing her head like secret fire, making her ivory-pale skin all the more white. Her eyes blue and deep and lips painted in the colour of blood. She seemed to be radiating powerful erotic light and I wanted to drink from the source since the second I laid my eyes upon her. There were other men and women in there too. She was all on her own it seemed and I knew I had to get closer.

I knew a glass of red wine was what it takes.

Her voice was smooth and seductive, her body looked to me as if it was trembling slightly, trembling with anticipation, desire, lust, fear? I had no idea, I was attracted to the mystery she was, to the look in those eyes that wouldn't rest on mine for more than a fraction of a second, before they turned down again, eyes deep and dark and beautiful. I was attracted to her because I could smell her, just like a wolf can trace down its wounded prey. I spoke into her ear, used my fingers to move her burning hair out of the way, I looked down at her breasts, trapped in her tight, black, shiny corset, I breathed heat down her neck and she shivered, the pale angel of darkness.

Wine on her skin. Wine on silk and skin.

She begged me to stop as she was ashamed. There were too many people around and we have barely met. I laughed quietly and moved my head back a few inches, but took her hand in mine. She didn't pull it back. You win some and you lose some. I used my fingers to slowly caress hers, feeling her silver rings and long, black fingernails. In spite of her supposed shame she didn't make a gesture to move away from me, she accepted me. And when I used my other hand to gently lift her skirt up and start touching her behind her back, she closed her eyes and a very soft "No , please don't" escaped her crimson lips. I looked at her eyelids covered with heavy make-up and felt the soft silk of her panties at the tips of my fingers. "But you are wet already, aren't you?" I whispered into her ear. I could feel the fabric of her delicate panties was already damp. I touched her with slow, long movements. "Please", she repeated but in an even lower voice, the word almost indistinguishable from a deep sigh of pleasure. Slowly, I pulled my hand from beneath her skirt, and pulled her even closer. "You owe me" I said and placed my lips against hers.

I can feel her shiver. Restrained and mine.

Like biting a live wire, her mouth hot and wet and sensual, a stream of heat and a sting of ice as the silver piercing in her tongue made me almost shout with surprise. She sucked my tongue and I sucked hers. I could feel her breathing go heavy as I pulled her closer, crushing her breasts against my ribcage. She made a small sound of pain and lust as her tits rubbed against me. I grabbed her hair with one hand and placed the other hand on her back side, lifting her skirt up once again. She was wearing sexy black thigh high stockings and I grabbed the bare skin on her arse, squeezed and heard another of her muffled yelps that I sucked in into my throat. I parted my lips from hers and started kissing her neck, sliding my fingers under her panties. She begged me to stop, all the while moving her hips in small circles, her body letting me know how horny she is, how bad she needed to be taken and fucked.

And only mine.

I did. I stopped. And I made her promise that she will come to my place. She bowed her head down and bit her lip. She looked down and whispered and I just stood there until she promised she will come. Then I left.

I see fear in her eyes as she looks around the room that is lit only by several black candles. The music is considerably softer then in the place where we met. I greet her with a smile and she enters. I can see she has refreshed her make-up. When she takes a seat and crosses her long legs, I can see there is another thing she did. She has no panties on any more.

More wine, as I move closer to her. More whispers and smiles as I speak and make my eyes travel across her body. I can feel her heat as I sit myself next to her. She pulls back but I am right there and there is no way for her to avoid our bodies touching. I am slow and slower and slower, but there is no way she can escape now. She sips at her wine and I can feel how hot her body is. I need to touch it. But I am slow, my movements last for the eternity.

The smoke fills her eyes with tears and for a second I can see stars in them, reflecting the light of candles. Her lungs inhale hot smoke, her lips sucking it in eagerly. The music covers us like a heavy dark blanket.

Her eyes are closed and she seems to be breathing in the dark light of the room, the dark sound of music, the white smoke clouds that float around us like ghosts. I approach her face very slowly. I carefully study her skin, her lips, her eyebrows. Very slowly, I place my lips on hers. She tries to back off from me but she is slow and I am determined. I just touch her lips with mine before I slide on, towards her neck and there I leave wet trail. She moans and whispers. I can hear her say "Please, stop, please, I barely know you". Her scent makes me drunk as I kiss her neck and grab her wrists with my one hand. I use the other to remove the hair from her neck as I start kissing her more passionately. I am still slow, but like a fire that spreads through forest, I can not be stopped. I kiss her ear, tracing complex trajectories of her lobe. I can feel her skin react as tiny hairs on her neck and shoulder stand on end. I leave a trail of silver saliva on her shoulder and collarbone and then I bite her neck, slowly, but without hesitation.

She lets out a small scream, but I hold her hands firmly, my other hand holding her hair, ensuring she can not move away from me. I use my tongue to caress her skin trapped between my teeth and it is only seconds until it becomes very sensitive and I can feel her body twitch and hear her sighs. I suck as much of it in as I can and that makes her scream in pleasure and fear. After I release, I can see a dark red spot on her neck, filled with blood that will turn blue by tomorrow morning. I lick my lips and start kissing her face, slowly at first, until I stick my tongue into her mouth, find hers and lock it between my lips and teeth. I suck and drink her saliva as she struggles to break free from my grasp. But even now, I can hear her sigh with pleasure, her delicate nostrils widening to provide air.

We kiss passionately and it lasts long, as I bite her lips and suck her tongue and as she struggles to remain free. I decide I have to move to the next stage.

Gently, but without any hesitation, I pull her up and turn her around. I make her kneel down on the sofa as her auburn hair falls over her face. Her hands are placed on her back and I bind her wrists together with thick hemp rope. She turns her head to look at me and I can see her eyes, scared and passionate at the same time, her lips parted, silver in her tongue shining like a star. "Please... don't..." she whispers.

I turn her around and rip at her corset. Her breasts spill out. Her nipples are hard and erect and I touch them with my fingers. Just lightly at first, enjoying the expressions on her face. Then I take them between my fingers and squeeze, slowly increasing the pressure. I can feel her whole body twitch as her beautiful eyes go up, as her lips part and she moans.

Her nipples are wet and salty as I suck on them. Whenever I bite on a nipple she screams and sighs, letting me know that my love hurts her and when I look into her eyes she says nothing but I can see into her and when I lower my head to suck a nipple in again, she closes her eyes and throws her head back.

Now is the time to move on. Her corset comes off first. Then her skirt. She has no panties and her shaven pussy glistens with lust when hit with stray rays of light. I untie her boots' straps and leave only her black stockings on. With her hands tied on her back, her long legs spread on the sofa, she is painfully beautiful and I feel the desire in my lower belly raging.

I can smell her. She needs it. She wants it. She yearns for it. I will make her beg for it.

But first. I take my clothes off and I see her eyes focus on my cock. It is well hard and as I look at her spread beneath me, I slowly pull my foreskin back to expose the swollen dark head, small drops of pre-cum on it. I can see her eyes following the movements of the head as I slowly stroke my member.

I am above her, and she knows what I have in stock for her. I take her by her hair and bring her head to the level. She closes her eyes and the expression on her face is so beautiful right this moment I want to take her in my arms and kiss her. But there are roles to be played and I start rubbing my cock against her face, touching her eyes, lips and cheeks. It is like touching silk. "No", she begs, but I know what she means. And I put it into her mouth, barely suppressing the moan of immense pleasure. This is like diving into a pool of hot tar, I feel convulsions in my belly as I slowly move in her mouth. "You are so hot", I can't stop myself from saying this. This is like waking into a dream you always suspected was there. My cock becomes so hard I am afraid it will burst. The rush of blood, the increased sensitivity.

And then she begins using her tongue, skilfully, masterfully, she strokes my cock, embracing the head with her tongue, running the silver streak in it up and down my slit. She sucks and moves her head back and forth. And I can not stop myself from letting out loud sighs of pleasure. She sucks my cock with dedication and I stroke her hair, because I can see she wants to pleasure me. And I love her for that.

When I take my cock out of her mouth I can see an expression of disappointment on her face but only for a second as I bring forth my heavy, shaven balls and I can't suppress a yelp as she sucks one in and starts licking it. I rub my hot member against her face as she sucks my balls and then I put it in her mouth again and can feel her again doing her thing. And I know I can't last any more.

So I pull out and groan with pleasure, feeling my stomach muscles contract. I shoot silver and white all over her face and her red hair. She can not avoid it and I see my semen fall on her eyelids, on her crimson, wet lips, I shoot my sperm on her neck and over her breasts.

When there is no more, I rub my cock against her tongue as she obediently sticks it out and collects precious drops of my cum.

She looks like an angel right now, bathed in my sperm. I have to kiss her and I do. Long, slow, passionate kisses and I hear her sigh. I want to tell her that she has given me more than I hoped for, more that I dared dream of but it is too early. So I just slowly make my way down her face and neck, kissing her, licking her, collecting her sweat and some of my own semen along the way. Her body is my altar now and I worship it. I kiss all her curves and I lick her skin. I feel her twitch when I start kissing her hips and her thighs. Her black, slutty stockings drive me insane and I let my spit fall on them before I suck it back in. She is hot and she moans with pleasure when I approach her wet, open pussy. I know that she wants it, I know she needs her pussy kissed and licked and stroked, but I am in no hurry and I bite her thighs, lick her stockings. She rolls her hips as she tries to make me eat her, but she is tied down and can not do much. I make my way down her legs, licking the fabric of the stockings, going all the way down to her feet. I can feel my cock reacting again as I start kissing her beautiful feet. I kiss them and suck her toes, through the thin, wet fabric of her stockings. Her breathing becomes sighs and her sighs become little moans of pleasure as my cock grows back to its full size again. I stroke myself kissing her feet as my erection becomes painful.

Then I bury my face in her crotch and the scent almost makes me faint. She is so wet and open for me. I pull my foreskin back and forth as I use fingers of my other hand to spread her pussy and expose the burning red inside to my inquiring tongue. Her voice rises to a scream as I start lashing at her clit with my tongue. I suck her labia and I shove my tongue down her well lubricated cunt. "Oh, God, oh, yes, oh, God, yes, yes" is all she can say as I revel in her juices. Her body rocks on the sofa and I now use both my hands to take her ankles and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. She is completely open and lustful in front of me. And I drink her juices, listening to her scream. I know she is nearing the orgasm and I make sure I take her ever nearer with every twist of my tongue, always making sure I stop before she reaches it. Whenever I feel her hips thrust forward in an effort to push herself over the top, I stop sucking her pussy and slowly kiss her thighs, her belly, her breasts.

"Please" she pants, "Please, don't tease me. I need it, please". She is so beautiful and feminine right this moment. I need to give it to her. But it has to be on my terms.

I rise and see the hunger in her eyes as she sees my cock painfully erect, ready to take her to her own paradise.

"Come on, you bastard, fuck me, fuck me now" she orders, her voice gravid with lust and need to be pleasured. I reach behind the sofa to take what I had prepared even before she came.

A delicate silk scarf, black and thin. I use it to blindfold her. She is trying to move her head away. But she is torn between her fear and her lust. She knows she wants to be fucked more than anything, she just doesn't want me to know. A funny thing, but that makes her a lady she is. But I know. I can smell her.

Now, she is blindfolded and I turn her around so that she kneels on the sofa, her legs apart, her head resting on the pillow. She is open, wet and helpless, she is ready to be taken and fucked as I please. Her pussy is so hot. I take another bottle of wine and start gently touching her arse and her pussy with its neck. The glass is cold and it makes her jump in surprise, but then she lets me stroke her and even waves her ass so she can rub her hot pussy crack along the bottleneck and press her clit against the glass. Then I open the bottle and slowly pour cold wine all over her back and her tied arms and her arse and her hot, boiling pussy. She moans aloud as the cold liquid touches her burning skin. And then I bow down and start drinking the wine from her body. Getting drunk on her.

As she sighs and rocks her hips to make me eat her all the way to orgasm, I reach back and take a candle.

I make her suck on it and she does. She sucks the candle as if it was a big black cock and I know she will do anything, just to reach the orgasm she desires so much. So I fuck her in the mouth with a candle and at the same time, I rub my own erect member against her thighs, still dressed in sexy black stockings. I rub it against her ass and against her wet slit and she moans, muffled by the big black candle in her mouth. So I take it out and start rubbing it against her pussy as well and she is on the edge. Blindfolded and wet from sweat and wine, she is trembling as she needs to be pleasured right now.

"Please", her voice cracking from tension "Please, fuck me, fuck me, I can't take it any more." And I laugh aloud so she can hear me. "You want me? Are you sure? Tell me you want me" and she moans "Please, I need you to fuck me, I need your cock in my pussy, please, fuck me now." And that does it, my cock is bursting with blood and I part her butt-cheeks with my hands and shove my throbbing member deep into her.

She is so wet that I penetrate her deep with extreme ease. I can hear her scream as my cock impales her and as I start thrusting into her convulsing pussy. She can take it all in, I can sense it and I don't have to be too careful, so I grab her hips and pull her onto my cock every time I push my hips forwards. My balls slap against her arse every time I stick it into her and she screams like a witch being punished.

"Oh, God, oh, yes, oh, fuck me hard, baby, yes, make me cum please!!" Her voice alone would make me do anything she wants to her and looking at her beautiful body beneath me, her wrists tied tightly together, her hair falling over one shoulder, her back with a tattooed pentagram covered with sweat, the white skin of her ass contrasting with the black of her slutty stockings, I know why she had to be mine.

But it has to be my way. And I pull out of her. My cock is covered with her juices and I replace it with a candle, still wet from her spit. It fits her open, cracked pussy and I pull at her hair, shoving my cock deep into her crimson mouth. I want her to taste her own juices, want her to suck the cock that fucked her boiling cunt. She is so far in out that she doesn't mind being treated like this at all. I see her contracting her pussy muscles around the candle in an effort to fuck herself to orgasm with it. And she sucks on my cock as if her life depended on it. She is so special.

I pour more wine all over her face and she drinks it from my cock. Her hair is wet from sweat and wine. I know I have to take her over the edge right now.

So I get behind her again and I take hold of the candle. I start fucking her with it faster than she could expect and she is moaning. But then I need to get my final pleasure and I steady her hips for a moment, and I violently shove my cock deep into her tight ass. Her scream is a scream of surprise, a scream of pain, but, I know, also a scream of pleasure. I know, I feel it, she fucks me. Even as I move my hips to fuck her slutty tight ass, she rocks her bottom and fucks me back in return, screaming without stopping "Oh, God, oh, my God, no, oh, you are fucking my ass, oh, baby, it hurts, oh, my God, don't stop please!!". I know she is so close to the orgasm that she would take anything I could come up with. And her little asshole chews on my cock with such ferocious energy that I realise I won't be able to hold back much more. But I have to make her come first, she needs it much more than me, she needs release and she deserves the pleasure.

So I start massaging her little, sensitive clit with my fingers, still shoving the candle deep into her cunt. With my cock still pounding her ass, I grab her tits and start pinching her rock-hard nipples. And that is when she can't take no more. And that is when her body releases a tidal wave.

I watch her crash and burn beneath me as she screams like a trapped animal, as her hips rock up and down, as she fucks my cock and the candle, extracting pleasure to the last drop, as her tight anus contracts and releases in spasms almost making me come myself, as her nipples become even harder. Her orgasm is one of the most beautiful and scary things I have ever seen. And as she collapses on the sofa I take her blindfold off and lie beside her kissing her gently on the face and lightly stroking her hair with one hand. Her eyes are closed and her expression is the one of exquisite pain or pleasure, who could say which one? And as I kiss and fondle her, I stroke my cock lightly and it only takes several seconds before I shoot my semen once again, this time on her stockings, on her thighs and on her pussy. I never stop kissing her and telling her how beautiful she is and how wonderful she was. Her kisses are passionate, almost desperate. There is so much energy in her, despite what she has been through and I wonder, if the roles were different, what might have happened...