She had no idea

She had no idea

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

a short story suggesting that some of the time at least that ignorance is a form of benighted bliss

Summary

a short story suggesting that some of the time at least that ignorance is a form of benighted bliss

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Submitted: January 02, 2012

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Submitted: January 02, 2012

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She had no idea ...

 

and i really do mean no idea.  She sounded in the club like she knew all the moves but in the back of the cab then the confidence seemed to recede with each retreating stop light.

'So let me get this right' I said, trying to fix the rest of the evening on the peg of her words that ushered us leaving the bar, 'you are getting married at the weekend and you have decided that this evening you really need to let rip before a bad attract of normality sets in - for the rest of your days.'

'Yes that is it in a nutshell' she said tugging on her short dress that seemed to wish to non-verbally assist her in declaring her pre-nuptial intentions. 'And you seemed the perfect target, funny safe married a bit of the devil in you. She planted a sudden kiss on my cheek as she leaned forward to the driver to hiss ' Stop right now right here right now.'

'But this is nowhere' he protested. ignoring him she commanded me to settle the fare while she stepped out and prompted herself up against a derelict factory wall, in the dark street, a long way from anywhere.''Why here?' I asked but was silenced by her dragging me towards her by the lapel. 'Because i need to lean against this wall and kiss you hard then kiss hard again maybe bite a little' she growled then kissed.  i was nearly off my feet but really enjoying the show so far in an out of control sort of way.  She pushed me away staring intently at me as if seeking answers. 'Are you sure you are up to this' she demanded 'for my expectations are really high.'

'yes' I pledged without really knowing what it might be, 'yes now you have your chutzpah back i am ready for whatever you demand.' she did not take her eyes from mine, but slipped her finger up and down my bulge in an inquisitive way. 'You'll do' she said more to herself than to me 'now take me to a bikers bar.'  We moved together down the dark alley not sure where we might be headed but the same cab as before was circling no doubt imagining that our courage would remain short-lived.

She opened the cab door and through herself in the back seat regardless of her skirt climbing high up her waist. 'You again' she said to the driver, as if has been trying to fool us with some cunning subterfuge 'Take us to the nearest bikers bar but pick up Cynth on the way - she is where we left her in the last bar.' the cabbie dutifully turned around and headed back, figuring he might in for a long but interesting night.

Back at the bar where my destiny was written she said ' go in there and find  Cynth, she will be interested to know that you have passed the test so far.' obedient if only out of curiosity i left her with the driver and found her friend at a table mercifully hear the door and away from my clutch of male buddies that i had abandoned for the night. 'Without a greeting she said 'so you passed the test then?' She didn't sound surprised.  I helped her out the door as she staggered on really high heels still clutching a bicardi breezer. At the cab she indicated that i go in first, then slid in next squeezing me tight between the two of them.  'Well Cynth' declared my anonymous captor with victorious tone 'i have him now and as my maid of honor you must make sure that honor is satisfied.'

'Of course' purred Cynth as taking a long swig of the alcopops 'I will ensure that he is unwavering in his affection. As if that matter were settled, and the destination of the bikers bar agreed with the driver the girls then set to a long conversation about flower arrangements and wedding cars and early morning calls for the honeymoon flight. as Sally as i learned in the course of this was called chatted she absently took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh, encouraging it silently upwards to discover damp expectant heat and very little else. Breaking away from chat about gardenias, she shared the confidence with Cynth - as if i for all the world were not there, despite my intimately positioned,entrapped hand - that i had 'promised to be a good boy, and do what Sally says'. Cynth seemed reassured, stoking my dick gently to verify that the control was in fact absolute, the conversation then fell back to how her mother might behave on the big day.  She really had no idea.

The biker's bar was cavernous and dark and sweat-filled. We found a way past the armpits and decaying leathers to a place in a corner where the girls made themselves comfortable while i was discharged to the bar to buy a bottle of Jack Daniels and some Cokes. much money was offered which at least assured me that the ride i was being taken for was at this point not a financial one.

 

On return from the bar all talk of weddings was forgotten. 'We want to know all about you said Sally, delivered with a tone conveying threat as much as promise. 'Tell us all about losing your virginity for starters'. Interested to see where this might lead, i did what i could to give the story some sort of humorous twist though conversation was difficult as beneath the table my hand had again been silently navigated to its apparent docking position high between Sally's legs. One of two bikers turned to notice this and grunt in bored disgust but were thankfully not at this stage going to make much of it.  Sally demanded more details of my disappeared virginity. So how old was she? really? did she come too? No? which hole did you try? Cynth was more than curious too.  then she asked 'was your victim and wet as Sally is now?' I didn't know what to say, except the truth which was 'No','Ah and did your victim taste as sweet as our Sally?'

This time the answer had to be 'don't know; and i suddenly realized that i was being steered in a direction that could be raising the stakes considerably. 'Well taste then 'commanded Cynth, tugging my elbow to extract my hand 'just taste and tell me'. while this was going on Sally seemed to be gazing out towards the bar. 'She tastes hot and spicy and ready for anything' i spluttered, trying to play the game. 'like nothing i have ever tasted before, truly exotic.' Cynth seemed satisfied, saying that is the correct answer, she will be pleased to hear it', as if she had not heard it already. Cynth took a tissue and wiped my finger, running the tissue under her nose before forcibly reinserting my hand.  Sally's wetness had intensified and I could feel her nub growing distending demanding attention.

'We will find a hotel now' declared Sally suddenly read to go ' a really expensive one or a seedy one i cannot decide. Hand maiden take me to the Ladies please where i must quieten my muff a little.' Cynth acquiesced while  I was discharged one more out into the street to find a cab, lurching past the bikers hoping my diminishing hard on would not be interpreted any anything suggestive of sexual intent towards them.

The chosen hotel was in the end a seedy slummy one. Just the one bed please' said sally and no we have no luggage we are here purely for casual anal sex' I could not look the young Polish receptionist in the eye nor she me but i was intrigued all the same. The tight lift was an ordeal. Cynth somehow managed to undo my flies as the doors closed, pulling my dick out quite roughly while saying to Sally that 'she had chosen well' as if she were cradling some rare or endangered species in her hand.

on arrival in the room Cynth did not let go of her prize specimen but nor did she attempt to arouse him further just keeping him at the level he was was. she moved her head nearer to him whispering the soon the 'road less traveled would soon be his, a portal that never before has been transgressed'. Her newfound lyricism was evidence enough that she was warming to her subject while at the same time taking her handmaiden duties very literally indeed.

' I am well pleased with your preparation of my man, loyal Cynthia, now come prepare the bride for the adventures ahead.' Cynth slid towards her friend and embraced her sweetly and slowly, removing her skimpy dress in a slow almost devotional manner. now on her knees in front of her mistress, Cynth now reached into her capacious bag to find a small tube of cream, She lowly carefully released Sally's bra, purring with concern that 'these puppies have been under strain with all that uplift - look now they will get some easing'. She held out the cream indicating that i must squeeze the tube while she applied it to the breasts, the slowly to the waiting alert nipples. 'Oh that is such relief, sighed Sally, reaching to the ceiling before turning and presenting her rear to Cynth, as she rested her body on the bed.  Cynth silently requested another squeeze of cream which she them liberally applied to the offered arse, first circling the waiting globes before lightly then increasingly invasively finding a passage down the relaxing crack.

'Perfect' groaned Sally 'just perfect. Thank you handmaiden and fingersmith. Is my man prepared for duty?'  Truth be told I had no idea what my role in this ceremony might be anymore. The intensity of Cynth's circular blandishments of the sacred bridal buttocks has quite hypnotized me and I was ready to do what i was told.  Cynth took my hand and placed it where hers had been, deep in that hot crack. i could feel myself getting lost for ever. 'Don't get too comfortable' she growled 'your moment is coming fast'. With that she took my dick in had hand and pulled me upwards and forwards, on my knees, in pole position so to speak. 'You ready for this?' she asked in a tone that would not be rebuked. I was not sure if i was ready at all. A sadness suddenly engulfed me but i knew that this call of duty could be ignored only at a high price. And the truth was that giving women pleasure had always given me a greater thrill than any amount of their attempts to solely satisfy my macho needs.  But then she had no idea of that did she?

to be continued ....


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