Dark Fantasies

I stand outside the bedroom door, waiting for the minutes to tick by. Five go, then ten, then fifteen. I can practically hear Scarlet quivering inside, the wait and anticipation of what’s to come grinding down on her.

She can cum from contact with any erogenous zone, I think to myself. There’s a lot I can work with, given that knowledge.

With as light a touch as I can muster, I push the door open, revealing Scarlet splayed atop the bed, dressed in only her white bra and panties. The hinges creak as the door opens, and I see a shiver run through Scarlet’s body even before I’ve taken my first step forwards.

If only I could have that effect on everyone.

“So young and nubile,” I mutter, approaching the bed. “And fast asleep, too.”

Scarlet stirs slightly, her hand tensing over the sheets. Her chest rises and falls much faster than any sleeping person’s would.

“Ripe for the taking,” I chuckle to myself, lightly caressing her face.

I shift her hands away from her face, running my fingers up the length of her bare arms. I pause as they cusp over her shoulders and find the curve of her chest.

“Now, what do we have here?” I wonder aloud, letting my hands drift to her bra.

It’s not even done up. With a casual motion, I toss it aside and cup her tits, massaging them slowly. Scarlet squeezes her eyes shut tighter.

“It feels just like I imagined,” I say, breathing the words into her ear.

With one hand still groping her tits, my other reaches the taut of her stomach and then falls lower, flitting over her panties.

“So moist already,” I mutter.

I coax a finger inside the sheer fabric, finding her pussy glistening and primed. I’m about to start fingering her, when I remember the perk that I just bought. Any erogenous zone… How many spots could that refer to?

I take her feet into my hands, caressing them with my thumbs, and I look up at Scarlet, trying to gauge her reaction. She squirms a bit, but nothing more. Ticklish? Or erotic?

Then, I move up to her inner thighs, rubbing my hands along her inseam, and that draws a bigger reaction as her legs tremble a bit. I give her tits another experimental squeeze, for science, and she lets out a low moan. That didn’t happen earlier. Maybe she just wasn’t aroused enough then?

Turning my gaze upwards, I settle on her lips. I rest my index finger against their soft redness, feeling its peculiar curve under my fingers. It’s like skin, but not quite. I brush the finger lightly against her lips. This action, too, draws a slight moan from her.

“Of course she likes it too,” I say. “The body never lies.”

Up close to her face, I see the flush on her cheeks, the slight movement of her cheeks as she bites back the words she was going to say. She’s still playing her part.

I drop my pants, fishing out my cock, and kneel down by her face. Gently as I can, I rest my cock against her lips, moving my finger away in the process. My semi throbs against her lips as blood rushes down to fill the erection, each pulse met with a light kiss from her. I return to kneading her chest, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

Pinches and pokes flow from my fingers, setting off some kind of reaction deep within Scarlet, for she begins moaning, low sounds from the chest. As her mouth opens, my cock slips down a fraction, now nestled between her lips, not quite wide enough to encompass my girth, but enough that I feel her tongue lapping against it.

I shift my attention to the nape of her neck next, dragging my fingernails over the delicate skin there. This too, draws a moan, and so do my caresses to her ears, her lower stomach, the insides of her wrists… it seems that just about anything is getting her going now.

Meanwhile, the head of my cock has just about fallen fully into her mouth, her lips wrapped around my hardness, suckling it with such a light fluidity that I could almost believe that she’s still sleeping.

And yet, her cheeks are bright red and she trembles from every stray touch to her body. She must be coming close.

“How do you want to be finished?” I ask, whispering the words into her ear.

Her eyes crack open, staring into my face.

“Don’t break character,” she hisses, and then she gasps as I plunge my fingers into her pussy.

“Then I’ll take you like you’re meant to be taken,” I growl.

I pull out of her mouth with a slop, and line myself up with her pussy’s entrance.

“Fuck!” she cries as I thrust in, going deep as I can in a single movement.

“Awake now, are you?” I see, leering at her from my position above her.

“Oh no, what’s happening, oh, Markus,” she groans, her eyes fluttering open.

My hands play over her waist, the small of her back, each touch causing her to shudder ever so slightly.

“You know very well what’s happening,” I say. “If you scream…”

“I won’t,” she says, quickly covering her mouth as she lets another moan escape.

“Good,” I say, caressing the side of her face.

Her tightness quickens around me as the walls of her canal shudder, and I sense that she’s crossed some critical point. I grip her tits as I ride her now, and she explodes with a ferocity that I didn’t know was possible, her back arching high in the air, her body reduced to a mess of tremors.

As she cums, I continue moving with my hands, fondling all those spots that I’d explored, her stomach, her neck, her lips, her tits, her ears, her back, each touch bringing about a fresh wave of shudders, and I can’t tell whether it’s one massive orgasm or simply many layered upon one another, rushing towards some inevitable finish.

It comes a second later as I squeeze her ass, her moans so loud that I worry for the neighbours, so I pull a leaf out of her book and lean down, kissing her tightly, letting her moan into my mouth, her body shivering and shaking helplessly under the waves of pleasure rushing through her. She places a shaky hand on my shoulder, but what she’s trying to do with it I don’t know, and I’m not sure she does either, because it drops away a second later, falling to her side. I’m thrusting away in her all this while, loving the heat of her snatch, riding out her orgasm with as much **** as I can muster.

Eventually, Scarlet blinks up at me, her eyes looking awfully dazed.

“Oh fuck,” she says, resting her hand on her forehead. “That was… so good…”

I’m still gently fucking her.

“You liked it?” I smile, touching her cheek.

Another shiver runs down her body.

“Oh please,” she sighs, shivering again. “I’m scared you’re going to make me cum again, I don’t know what you’ve done…”

“Should I pull out?” I ask.

“I lost count of how many times I came… so many mini-orgasms, like waves crashing onto a beach…” she says, spaced out, and then she realises I asked her a question. “Uh… no, it feels good… everything feels so good…”

“You feel great too,” I say, leaning down to cuddle her.

We continue to gently fuck, and I bring her to some countless number of further orgasms before I finally arrive myself, and then we lay on the bed together, staring at the ceiling, exhausted in the best possible way.