I’ll climb on board; we’ll go nice and slow, then high tempo. Light and Dark, hold me hard and mellow. I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure. Nobody but you, nobody but me, our bodies together. In a place that feels the tears, the place to lose your fears. Our reckless behavior, takes us to a place that’s pure, so dirty and raw. Pillow Talk, with my enemy, my ally, we’re prisoners then we’re free, it’s a thriller. Let’s stay in a bed all day. Fucking and fighting on. It’s our paradise; it’s our war zone.
Trish Meadows was a busty auto mechanic who had her wits about her. She was living in Valdosta where she enjoyed the outlet of a part-time job in the evenings. She would go there to escape the past that kept her prisoner. She was clever and indulged in too much sweet tea, not much escaped her these days. She had just finished installing a transmission on a Maserati for an antiquities dealer she knew, Mr. Porter. But, like always, he was running late to pick up his car. As she stood looking out the large bay window, snacking on a banana, in the front of her small country shop a familiar figure came into view. One she hadn’t seen in many years. One she was all too familiar with, Brandt Jones.
Brandt was a highly intelligent computer programmer, originally from Phoenix. He too was hiding a dark secret from the world of day-walkers. He hadn’t seen Trish in years. But she was the keeper of something they were both in need of. He was desperate to have it, to find her and hopefully turns the clocks back to 1982. The two had met at a disco tech and enjoyed the pleasure of each other company for many months. But one night after a series of unfortunate events they had made a pack to seperate. But there was no doubt they were the best sex each other had ever had and would ever have. She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck as she watched him walk through the door. He stood there with his trusty 9-iron in hand, using it not only as a weapon but as walking stick. She felt something else too, between her thighs. Even after 30 years she was still wanton for him. There had been few since him and none even came close to comparing. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been with a man in a while, at least that is what her brain tried to convince her clit. But her body knew better. He knew it too. His acute sense of smell tipped him off. He could smell the moisture pooling between her flesh. Like her, he hadn’t had many lovers since. But after one deep inhalation of her scent, he too couldn’t hide what his body was trying to tell her. All Trish could do was collect her thoughts and say “The sign on the door says we are closed.” There was no point in barking up that tree root again. “Trish I need the Sapphire” He said it with a sense of urgency. “I don’t have it.” She waved him away. “Dammit woman we both know you have it, now hand it over.” He slams his palms down on the table with hurricane force. “I’m closed” she gets up, weak kneed but, ready to fight if necessary. She takes her stance, the 9-iron never scared her. She can see what he is packing and tries not to stare. He stands with hands in the air, he didn’t come to fight.She escorts him out through the front door locking it behind her. She swiftly turns and heads up the back stairs to the loft that is her home atop the garage, slamming the door behind her. She knows he will return but for now shemust get ready for her night job.
Brandt heads around back looking for a back entrance. He finds a small quaint yard with a set of stairs leading up to her small apartment. He could bust down the door but, he has too much respect for her to do that. If he knows her she has a key hidden somewhere. Some place unpredictable. He starts to search. He finds it under a garden gnome that seems to be terrorizing a tiny fairy garden to the left of her door. Her sense of humor was always one of her strong points. He quietly sneaks in. Maybe if he can find the sapphire on his own he can just steal it. That is when he sees her through a cracked door in the bathroom. Her sooted jumper is unzipped to the waist and her hair is tousled in a messy bun. She turns on the water and it slowly starts to steam up the bathroom. His cock starts to reach for her. She is the sexiest mechanic he has ever seen and with one twitch of his lip he knows his cock hasn’t forgotten either. He should go searching for the cursed Delhi Sapphire but he can’t help himself. He stands and watches her naked body step into the scalding hot water. As she lets the water rain down on her all she can think about is how she wanted to drop down to her knees and taste what she hadn’t in so many years. Does he taste the same? She forces herself to change the subject of her mind. She swore to hide that which might be her only key to finding her way back to the real world. But her clit and her nipples still ache for him. She closes her eyes and feels a cool breeze. Then his hands are on her. So quickly and just like that; he remembers just how she likes it. He moves his way up both sides of her curvy hips until he reaches her breasts. Her nipples harden even more if that is possible. He strums them soft and fast like a picker playing the banjo. She can feel his thick cock pushed up against her back. She reaches back to grasp him tight. He hasn’t cum in a while and he lets out a toothy growl of anticipation. He pushes her forward and with her legs in full extension she rises up on to her toes and spreads her feet slightly. Her tits hang like large round melons in a mesh bag at a fruit stand just waiting to be felt by the first purchaser testing her for ripeness. He takes no prisoners, impaling her tight slit. They both let out screams of pleasure that are reminiscent of two big cats fucking out on the savannah. He is long and thick in her shallow narrow cavern. He lays his right hand on her left ass cheek hard and she hisses again. The water flies from her skin and splatters him in the face. He tastes the droplets off his lips. Even the water tastes like her. And he drives it home even harder. She cums, leaving her cloudy trail to swirl down the drain. His fingers grasp her hips and she remembers how the story ends. She drops to her knees and wraps her lips around his shaft pulling back with the suction of a hundred shop-vacs. As her hands pumps his shaft her lips focus slowly on the head of his fantastic cock. Her tongue teases his tip and her lips surround the crest of his head. She feels one pulse and she slams his cock deep down the back of her throat, gagging on every inch. She can feel his cum makes bubbles as it slides down her throat. Gasping as she takes it all, as he pushes further down shooting cum down her gullet. He pulls out of her suck hole with a pop and she looks up at him, still kneeling with her hands cupping her breasts “I’m still not giving you the sapphire.”
He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. She follows suit, “Then I need you to come with me to Des Moines.” Immediately her thoughts take her back to the last time she was there. Lying naked, in a cornfield, her insides burning from the venom that was ripping through her body. They had been on a road trip and they stopped at a road side bar for a few drinks. The last thing she remembers she was standing on the bar belting out Nights in White Satin to a bunch of hairy bikers singing along. When she woke the pair of them were in transition together. This was 1982, connected for life, but put on separate paths, they decided to part ways not long after. She was left with a package in her bag. It had a letter with it deeming her the keeper and protector of the mysterious gem. It was his mission to find the last two missing pieces of the puzzle they needed to return to the land of the living. Now 30 years had passed without so much as a letter and here they were unchanged, picking up where they left off. She snaps back to the present. “Been there, bought the shirt, never going back.” Besides without the other two items in our possession, the sapphire doesn’t do us any good. That is when he pulls out from his man satchel an antique compass and the engraving quill. “Brandt you found them?” she says with amazement. “Well not exactly, I found a replica and truthfully I was hoping we could set out to find the real compass.
Before they split, in 1982 they followed a clue from the letter they were left. They went into the deep swamps of Louisiana to find an old creole soothsayer named Laforte. The letter said look for the only man dressed in a finely tailored 3-piece suit and you will know you have found the right person. They were to beware of many imposters. They set out and they found him, the only 5 toothed creole in the swamps dressed to the 9’s. He was the one who told them about the history and all the items they needed. He also warned them that others, if they were discovered, might try to take the items for themselves. That was when they chose to part ways. She went back to Valdosta and hid the Delhi Sapphire in plain sight. In the most unsuspecting place. He followed the clues west and vowed not to return without something more tangible. After several years had passed with no word from him she figured he had been hunted and killed for his knowledge or he had chosen to remain in this life as it was forever. Until, she saw him walking towards her earlier that day. “Why do we need to go back to Des Moines if we have the sapphire and the quill? Can’t we just start looking for the real compass?” she asks. “We need to go back to Des Moines for some kind of clues. And I need your help.” He responds. “Ok, I will go with you.” Her instant response tells him that even after all these years her loyalty and allegiance are still with him. Little did she know that he needed her for much more than companionship at this point. He needed her for protection. There was a reason she was chosen to be the keeper of the stone. She has skills, skills that her maker had uncovered when he stole her life from her. She was a fighter a protector. Brandt was sure he was being follow and as much as he trusted his faithful 9-iron, he trusted her to protect him more.
“Tell me where the gem is, We need to leave now.” He says, “No, I have to go to work, besides there is plenty of time and I have the gem well hidden. ” she replies. “Come again?” he is confused.“Mechanic by day, Curator by night” she laughs. “Why?” he says strangely. “I’m a vampire, we don’t sleep. I need something to keep my hands busy.” She laughs “I have something here you can keep busy with, let’s just go now.” He smiles wickedly. “Just pack my suitcase, I’ll be back around 3 and we can leave then.” She replies dryly. He walks behind her and smacks her ass with the underside of his cock. She bends down and puts both hands flat on the floor. She spreads her legs and lifts them up. He grabs her by the waist and hoists her mound up to his face. She does a face plant into his dick and opens wide. Her legs are wrapped firmly around his head and he used his face, nose and tongue to inhale her bliss. Then he sees it “you filthy little vampy vixen, you turned the Delhi Sapphire into a butt plug!!” he is astonished. She laughs hysterically “it’s the one place no one would ever think to look, not even you. I vowed to keep it safe and this is where it shall stay.” She sucks hard on his cock and balls in an alternating fashion with no sense of pattern to it. She is totally unpredictable. He wonders why they ever parted ways; they could have been finding the items together all this time, fucking along the way. He walks over to the bed and they fall with her mound on his face. She sways her hips slowly forward then back. She lets her clit barely graze his nose and lips with each pass. As much as she likes him fucking her hard, she also likes to be fucked soft and slow from time to time. As fond of the dark as she is, she likes the light just as much. Just before she cums, she stands. “I’ll be back around 3.” She leaves his cock hard a dripping, giving him something to think about while she is gone. She slips into a dress that buttons up the front, ties her hair up in that famous bun. Slides on her shoes and grabs her keys. “Aren’t you going to wear anything under that little get up?” he asks. Her reply is playful, like a school girl. “No, it’s hot out. And I remember how fond you are of warm weather.” Then she leaves him, cock dripping in hand.
Not long after 3, he hears the door crack open quietly. He meets her in the kitchen “ok let’s get going, your bag is on the chair. “Let me just change first, I’ll be right back.” She says. She heads to her room, reaching back to untie the string at the back of her dress as she slips her shoes off. His hands are already on the buttons of her dress. “I thought you wanted to get going?” she whispers. “It’s been 30 years what’s another hour, and if you don’t stop talking I will take ball gag out of your bag that I packed.” “Why did you pack the gag?” she asks. “For your sassy mouth” He says as he hushes her, leading her over to the chair. She finds herself kneeling on the chair facing backwards. In a delicious turn of events he drops to his knees. Spreading the cheeks of her ass apart, he wants to see the mystical stone she protects. He licks her from bottom to top. He loses his face in the flesh hidden behind her thighs. Spreading her hood he tastes. He can feel her clit swell between his fangs for the second time today. He stands and slips a long white silken rope around her hips. His cock is hard and stands at a 45 degree angle. He pulls on each side of the rope and her hips move towards him. She is wet and his dick slowly spreads her magical flesh. It surrounds him; her resistance is futile as he pushes past every inch until he is rooted up into her. Slowly he lets his cock bounce off her high up inside. He pulls the rope and her hips come on to him as she stands. He wraps both ends of the ropes around his hands as he pulls his hips back. He can feel the hot steel graze the length of his phallus as he takes her. The sounds she makes are inaudible, but he knows what it means with each sound. Hard and slow he uses the rope to pull as she pushes, She cums and her juice runs down the inside of her thighs. With each contraction of her pussy he slams into her harder and faster, causing her to cum over and over. She starts her own set of grinding movements and his dick thickens, making her even tighter. With a long toothed smile she turns to look at him. She turns around on the chair and takes him deep into her mouth. She sits back with one leg over the chair of the arm and he puts one knee between her legs. As she fingers herself with one hand she sucks him off with the other. Then she stands “Oh no you are not leaving me like you did earlier.” She reaches down and pulls him from base to tip. She turns with her legs together, bending at the waist. He smacks her hard on the ass and she looks back and pulls the plug from her hot tight hole leaving a gaping hole that closes slowly. It teases his senses into wanting to rip it wide open. Then she says “Take it” He impales her tight hole and makes it his. He reaches as deep as he can into her glory and in a blink of a vampire eye, he shoots cum high into her; growling with each breathy contraction that stems from his core. And like the animals they are, their long fangs show their true nature. The nature of the beasts…
Once they are satisfied they grab their things and go, she careful places the gem right back where it belongs. It’s safe and sound. She leaves Mr.Porter keys to his high-end sports car on the desk down stairs with a note that says she had an emergency and she was sorry she missed him. They are gone on the first train to Des Moines.
To Be Continued….