Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (2 page)

They raced around narrow country roads lined with fields and trees.  Missy frequently leaned her head back, shutting her eyes and grinning.  He studied her long neck.  At one point,
"Owner of a Lonely Heart"
started to play on the radio.

"Oh, I love this song!" Missy exclaimed.

She began moving her body to the music and before he knew it, she was standing on her seat, waving her arms and singing.

Normally, it would be decidedly against the grain of James Kirk to allow a woman to stand while he drove, even if it was her car.  But she was swaying her hips.  The wind was blowing her skirt up and she did nothing to prevent it, fully exposing the black g string, coming to a trim v at her perfect center.  He did slow the car until finally; he pulled off to the side of the road.

Missy smiled down at him and then stepped onto his seat, her pretty feet placed on each side of his lap.  She continued to sway to the music, her heat directly in his face.

Timidly, James Kirk reached for the g string and grazed her gently.  He peaked up at her eyes while she sang, and saw desire there.

So, he moved the flimsy material aside and gently put his tongue inside her.

"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned, suddenly still, lacing her fingers in his hair.

James plunged his tongue in and out of her, growing desperate with his need.  He reached behind her and cupped that ass he'd been dreaming of since her peep show, squeezing and molding as he flicked her clit with his tongue.

Missy drew back from him just slightly, enough to sink onto his lap.  "You're good at that, Jimmy," she said.  He felt the heat of her exposed wetness even through his Dockers.

Missy grasped James' smooth, chiseled face.  Though he didn't give himself much credit in the department of looks, James really did make a better Jimmy.  He had attractive tousled brown hair, and piercing dark eyes.  Missy bent against him and licked her own juices from his lips, tantalizing him until he took her face in his hands and covered her mouth with firm lips and explored another private part of her with his skilled tongue.

Frantically, Missy tore at his buttons, raking away his dress shirt and then freeing him of his undershirt as well.  She ran her fingers through the curly dark hair on his chest and over a divinely cut abdomen that made her moan.

"What else are you hiding?" she murmured against his lips.

"You wanna find out?" he said
with a feral growl.

"Yes…  Please…" she moaned again.

Jimmy pulled her dress off over her head and yanked the front of her black lace bra down to finally put his hands on those heaving titties.  He took her nipple in his mouth and nipped her harshly.  She omitted a yelp moan that was damn near his undoing.

"Jesus," she groaned tearing at his belt and zipper.  "Oh, God, I knew it," she delighted with wide blue eyes as she unveiled his long, thick cock.  "Oh my God," she moaned.

Jimmy shifted her effortlessly and lowered her onto his waiting shaft.  She threw her head back shaking that wild hair, and the first time, they came together hard and fast.

Chapter 3

Missy leaned against him breathlessly with her head resting on his shoulder.  His arms were around her, hands perched on her ass.  "You're not nearly as boring as you look," she murmured, shivering at the feeling of him still hard inside her.  She nipped his ear lobe.

Nestled in the console, James' phone began to ring.  The unwelcome sound snapped him from his reverie and he glanced down at the lit screen revealing his boss was calling.

"Uh oh, it's Mr. Hines," James muttered.

Missy grinned as she plucked the phone from its spot and hurled it into the trees along the side of the road.  There was a crack and the phone fell silent.  James stared with wide eyes into the trees.

"Let's get drunk," Missy said.

He slowly swiveled his head back to behold her lovely, earthy face.  "Alright, Missy Raven.  Anything you say."

Chapter 4

Sunset found James in a remote roadside dive bar 50 miles from his home.  They were certainly the only couple in the rough bar dressed like they just came from church.  But, as they sat at the bar casually sipping beers, he discreetly slipped a finger inside her and banged her slowly as he stared into her eyes.  She struggled to leave her face impassive even as she came on his hand.  They were probably also the only couple coming at the bar.  Looks can be deceiving.

Missy and James spent the evening drinking beer and taking shots of tequila together.  They played the juke box and Missy danced between his legs as he sat on his bar stool.  His hands roamed her body in full view of the bar, not caring
who saw him fondle her.  She kissed him sweetly at first, delicately licking his lips and then devilishly invading his mouth with her tongue.

At midnight, James' head was twirling dangerously and he'd had enough of the bar.  He abruptly stood and roughly took her arm.  "Let's go," he said intensely.

They spilled into the night and rushed to the dark corner of the lot where the car was parked.  As they reached it, James stopped and spun her to face him.  He made a fluid motion of dropping his pants and firmly pushing her to her knees.

"Suck me," he demanded.

She moaned as she gazed up at him, grinning.

Missy took his long cock in her mouth, never taking her glittering eyes off his until he threw his head back.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, as she moved her hot mouth back and forth, moaning softly and manipulating his tip with her tongue.  He almost tumbled over the edge of ecstasy, but he stopped her by dragging her back up off her knees. 

James spun her once more and laid her face down on the hood of the red convertible.  He tore down her g sting and yanked up her dress, groaning as he filled his hands with her.

"Oh, Jimmy, please," she whispered, lost in her own wet anticipation.

James forced himself to slow down slightly, as he parted the cheeks of her ass.  He gently moistened her there, with his own wet cock.  "I'm gonna fuck your ass, OK, Missy?" James whispered.

Missy purred.  "Yes, please…  Yes. Yes."

He pushed himself slowly against her ass, taking his time gliding into her until he passed that special point of no return and she took a shattered breath at which point he drove himself all the way.

Missy cried out as he reached around her front, one hand roughly enveloping her breast, the other plunging fingers inside her cunt.  He thrust into her ass, each push driving her forward onto the hood of the car.  They both grunted like animals, her breathing frantic.

When she squealed and her hot cum dripped on his hand, he lost himself inside her.

Chapter 5

Missy and James rushed to correct their clothes.  Missy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.  When she backed away, he whispered, "Who the hell ARE you, Missy Raven?"

Missy grinned mysteriously in response.  Then she pranced around the car, popped the trunk, and produced a small backpack.  She glided back to James, tossing the car keys onto the car seat on the way.

"We gotta get a new ride," she commented.

James' brow furrowed.  "Um, what?  What are you talking about?"

"I've been driving this long enough, we gotta ditch it."

"Missy, seriously, I'm drunk and just got my brains fucked out.  Clarify please?"

Missy giggled.  "Jimmy, I STOLE this car.  An
d now we're gonna STEAL another."

James guffawed.  "Jesus, Missy.  Any other person on Earth I would know they were joking, but…  How do you have the keys if you stole it?"

"You wouldn't believe the numbnuts that leave their keys in their cars!" Missy related conspiratorially.  "And, now we're gonna find ourselves another ride with the keys in it."  James gaped at her.  "Trust me," she assured, flinging her back pack over one shoulder.  "I have amazing luck with this."

The couple separated to stroll around the lot scoping vehicles.

"Hot damn," Missy cried, standing next to a Harley Davidson.  James walked up next to her and saw to his amazement that the motorcycle had the keys in it.  "Can you drive this?" Missy asked, placing a hand on his chest and looking at him with raw lust in her eyes.

James had never once in his life even considered riding a motorcycle.  "Sure, kitten," he drawled, climbing on.  "Come on!  Let's go."

Chapter 6

Somehow they managed to make it away from the bar without alerting anybody with the bike's loud pipes.  He got the hang of the bike without a hitch.  Awareness of Missy's laughter and vibrating breasts against his back had him hard again.

As the night grew older they rode, Missy's arms wrapped around him and stroking his chest.  Eventually they saw the lights of a roadside service station.

"Hey, baby, stop there, I need the lady's room," Missy said, her breath hot against his ear.

They pulled into the deserted gas station.  At four am, it was amazing the tiny place was open.  Missy and James wandered inside.  She scampered away to find the head.  James looked around, picking up a six pack of beer and a pair of jeans from a small clothing display.  When Missy rejoined him, he politely asked her if she wanted anything.

"Just some gum, please," she told him with a smile and a peck on the cheek.

Together they approached the counter and the decrepit old man sitting behind it half asleep.  James placed their items on the counter and smiled pleasantly.

Missy reached into her bag and produced a revolver, which she trained on the cashier.

The mouths of both the old man, and James Kirk dropped open as she put her bag on the counter.

She brandished her gorgeous smile on the old man.  "Now, you know I'm not gonna hurt you, sugar, long as you just be a good boy and empty the register into the bag."

The man moved slowly and complied with his angelic assailant.  She kept her gun and her smile focused on him.  As the man finished loading the bag, James stuffed his items into the bag and scooped it up.  Missy leaned acros
s the counter and kissed the old man, making sure to give him a good glance at her heavenly tits.  Laughing, the couple ran from the store, hopped on the bike and sprayed gravel as they peeled out.

"Fuck!  I almost dumped the bike pulling out of there, Missy," he yelled over his shoulder with another belly laugh.

She laughed again too.  "You did?"

"Yeah, I have no clue how to drive this thing!"

"Jimmy!" she hollered, feigning disdain, "you dirty liar!"

"A dirty liar for a dirty, DIRTY girl!"
James replied.

After they put a little distance behind them, Missy's hands that were clutching and massaging his chest began to creep downward.  His cock was already rock hard, just from her close proximity and he nearly shot o
ff as she began stroking him through his pants.

Because she was so close, he heard her sigh even over the loud, vibrating motorcycle.

Her stroking became quickly greedy and she unfastened his pants and freed his shaft as he managed the bike.  With knowing hands, she worked his cock.  She kissed his ear and neck urgently with a series of wanting sighs.

James could barely manage to get the bike stopped.  She leapt off, nudging him back slightly, and then jumped right back on.  This time, she straddled his lap.  Resting her feet on the back foot pegs and her ass on the tank, she bent to feverishly suck his throbbing dick.

James buried his hands in the wild mass of blonde hair, pulling gently and making her whimper.

"Ah," he sighed.  "Fuck me, Missy," he demanded in a voice scarcely above a whisper.