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A Long, Hard Night
Nicky Faulkes
Published by Nicky Faulkes at Smashwords
Copyright, 2011 Nicky Faulkes
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A rush of cool air hit her in the face as she opened door. She was ready for the day to be over so she could finally relax. Every morning the alarm went off, she stretched and worked out, showered, dressed and sat in traffic for more than an hour to get to work. Then she was tied to her desk all day fixing her boss’ mistakes. The only consolation was that there was no traffic on the way home this late at night.
Tearing at her clothes, she left a trail between the door and the bar. She knew her neighbors would be on their second or third drink, vegged out in front of their TV sets. What she craved most was a dip in the pool. The cool water could wash away all her tension and frustration. She stepped onto out into the night with a glass of wine and a towel. The glass shattered on the patio stones as a hand clamped over her mouth and a strong, muscled arm clutched her waist.
“Not a sound,” he ordered her. “Not a single sound.” All she could hear was his ragged breath and her pounding heart. “If you fight me it’s going to be a long hard night for you.” He ran his hands along the curves and contours of her body. Fear and arousal combined in her. She trembled as he cupped her heaving breasts and moaned in approval.
“Nice, very nice,” he said. Warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth now. You’re going to be quiet so I don’t have to hurt you, aren’t you?”
She nodded slowly. When he freed his long hard cock, it was wedged against her. She felt it throb with his heartbeat. A bandana was tied on her and pulled down to cover her eyes. Naked and blinded, with his hands over hers he guided them over her body. Together, they stroked her until she was writhing in his arms.
Even after he let go, she kept going. The weight of her tits felt good in her palms as she cupped them. As she offered up her firm breasts, he flicked a fingertip over each nipple making it harden in the night air. Her breath quickened and her chest heaved. She was eager to be touched and used by this brute so she cold feel something-anything When he dipped his hand between her legs she was dripping wet. She thrust her mound against his palm desperately.
“This is getting to be fun, isn’t it?” he asked with a chuckle.
A low moan rose from deep in her chest as he toyed with her. His fingers were bathed in her wetness. As he slid a finger inside her, she shuddered and gasped. She was quickly losing control of her body. One finger followed another and another as she panted and whined in the dark. He shoved his soaked fingers in her panting mouth just before she went over the edge.
While she cleaned his fingers off, he guided his manhood between her legs. His rod spread her lips, smearing their juices together. Overcome by humiliation and need, she felt her tender flesh open to welcome his girth.
“You want it bad, don’t you?”
She nodded slowly.
“Tell me you want it.”
Breathlessly she said, “I want it.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Now he had her. Now she was his. “Do you really want it?”
The frustration built in her to a boiling point. “Yes, yes, I want it so bad. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
When she said the word, ‘please’ he thrust forward, filling her, stretching her. She felt the emptiness dissipate as he stuffed her full. A gasp escaped before he clamped his hand over her mouth and began to use her body. Her muffled moans and whimpers vibrated agaist his hand as he drove into her again and again. Twice her flesh quivered around him before she heard his breathing quicken as he raced toward release. With a growl he flooded her with his seed. She squealed into his palm and gushed around him one last time.
He left her limp and shuddering in the darkness. He laid her out on a chaise by the pool. By the time she caught her breath and took the blindfold off, he was gone.
Stars twinkled overhead as she floated in the pool. As she’d hoped, the water washed away the day’s stress. A sense of peace overwhelmed her as the evidence of the night’s debauchery drifted away. She gazed at the night sky. It was over.
Finally she slipped into bed. She curled up in the soft sheets as her husband asked, “Did you clean up broken glass or should I get it in the morning?”
About the author:
Nicky Faulkes grew up in the rural south listening to rock and roll, country and gospel on the radio. The music he heard filled his head with dreams of the music business. Late nights he’d sit with his father and grandfather while they told him stories.
He had his first success as a writer when he was six years old. A play he wrote was selected by the faculty of his school to be the production of the year. He’s been writing and telling stories ever since.
He has been writing for fans online since 2008. Nicky’s work “The Time Of My Life” won the Literotica.com Earth Day Story Contest and the praise of peers.
Faulkes is a semi-retied composer and musician, happily married for over twenty years to a loving, supportive partner. Nicky writes stories based on both his personal experiences and his fantasies to bring genuine, relatable characters to the page.
Other titles by Nicky Faulkes:
How To Pick Up Women Like A Musician
My Girls (excerpts from the series)
Go to: www.nickyfaulkes.com for the latest news or to contact the author.