Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (3 page)

She hurriedly righted herself.  Once again, she didn't bother removing the g string, just moved it aside and she raised herself up and then swirled her slick, hotness down his length, accepting him deep inside.

He held her thighs, relishing the feel of her flexing muscles as she used the foot pegs to push herself up and down.  Her head tilted back and she practically cried as she thrust and grinded him into herself.  He placed one hand between her breasts and pushed her slightly back, watching her eyes pop open as he positioned her to stimulate her g spot with his cock.

"AAAAAAAAHHH! JAMES," she screamed as she spiraled into oblivion backwards on a stolen Harley.

Chapter 7

Eventually, they found themselves back at the car wash.  James noted the company Nissan still sat there.

"How 'bout that, they haven't found it yet, I guess," James commented, as they paused in the lot for a moment.

In a moment of spontaneity, James had an idea.  They rode a few blocks over to a Walmart.  Hand in hand, the couple walked inside.

Missy yawned.  "What are we doing?" she asked.

"You'll see," he replied mysteriously.

He led her through the store to sporting goods, where he picked up the first baseball bat he laid hands on and then led her back to the register.  He paid for the bat, mentally urging Missy not to try any shit with the gun in Walmart.

Back outside, he helped her onto the bike and told her to hold the bat while he took them back to the car wash.  He parked the bike and stepped off, taking the bat from his beautiful partner.

He turned and grinned at the company Nissan.

"Fuck you, MR. HINES," James Kirk muttered with a wide, wicked smile.  Then he drew back the bat and pulverized the windshield.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," shouted Missy, gleefully laughing and bouncing up and down in the spot where she stood watching her lover come unhinged.

Chapter 8

"Baby, I need a shower and bed," murmured Missy against James' back where she rested on him.

He navigated the bike toward the closest hotel.  "I know me too," he replied softly, feeling an overwhelming need to protect and care for her just then.

They pulled into the local Best Western and James got t
hem a room with some of their robbery loot.  They dragged into the room, which smelled like stale cigarette smoke just as the sun came up.

Missy sleepily drifted toward the bathroom, discarding her clothes as she went.  It was the first time James had seen her fully nude.  Her body was flawless, golden tan with no tan lines.  Her hips swayed with each step.  She didn't close the bathroom door, but went straight to turn on the shower.

"Wash me," she softly invited.

James made short work of shedding his clothes and slipping into the shower behind her.  He grabbed complimentary hotel soap and pressing his hard body against her soft one, he lathered his hands and thoroughly stroked her breasts kneading and pinching her nipples.  Then he rubbed the soap slowly along her flat abdomen.  He gently turned her to face him and she sighed in tired bliss.  He lowered to his knees and continued his massage with the soap against her pussy, which was hotter than the water showering on them.  He spread the lips and gazed at her perfectly manicured snatch for a brief second before plunging his tongue into her once more.  He held her hips firmly as she began to tremble.

The large tub was big enough for him to lie down and he did, carefully repositioning her to perch backwards on his face.  She accommodated his unspoken wish and bent to suck his dick while he licked her ass with the hot water soaking them both.  Only when he made her orgasm on his face did they leave the shower.

He carried her to the bed and laid her there.  He immediately pounced, driving into her with force that sent her rocking toward the edge of the bed.

"Oh…  Fuck…  Me…" she moaned.  He pumped her harder and harder until she was mostly off the edge of the bed and he was fucking her upside down with a perfect view of big, violently bouncing titties.  As he felt himself about to climax, he reared back, pulling her back onto the bed.  He roughly put her on all fours.  He spread her wide open and she screamed as he hammered into her, pounding his hard hips against her ass.  She buried her face in pillows to muffle her unbridled screaming until finally he exploded, pulling out of her and showering her ass with his cum.

They collapsed in each other's arms and fell into an exhausted dreamless sleep.

Chapter 9

James' eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was lost.  He lay in a hotel bed in what looked to be late afternoon light, not knowing why.  When the memory of Missy Raven abruptly returned, he sat bolt upright in a dead panic because she was gone.

But, there was a note on the pillow stating that she'd walked to the corner gas station for coffee and would be right back.  Fortunately, he found her note before ending it all over losing her.

There was a knock at the door.  His pulse quickened at the thought of her on the other side and he didn't bother to cover himself or the already blossoming erection as he went to the door.

"You forget your key?" he said as he opened the door. 

The two men standing there in suits and dark sunglasses were enough to be an instant boner kill.

Chapter 10

"I wanna see Missy, where the fuck is Missy?" Jimmy Kirk growled angrily for the umpteenth time.

He sat handcuffed to a steel table in a sterile concrete room containing nothing but a large two way mirror, a small TV and one of the guys in a suit who, OF COURSE was a cop.

The two cops had been taking turns questioning Jimmy for an hour, and he had yet to say anything except to repeat his plea to see Missy Raven.  Jimmy Kirk was a swirling mass of tension; his entire body humming as he visibly trembled, gritted his teeth, and sat on the edge of his seat.

"Mr. Kirk," the cop said.  "Are you high?"

Jimmy's mouth dropped open.  "High?" he said indignantly.

"Yes.  Are you currently under the influence of any illegal narcotics?"

"Dude, I came to the door naked at four in the afternoon, what the fuck do you think?"

After consideration the cop replied, "Yes?"

"NO," Jimmy roared.  "Of course not, I was asleep!  I just spent 24 hours getting my brains fucked out.  What the fuck do I need drugs for, I'm high on her," Jimmy exclaimed passionately.

The cop stared at Jimmy blankly.  With tears shining in his eyes, Jimmy continued.  "Look, she just gave me the best time of
ten lifetimes.  I don't care what happens to me.  I don't care about jail, prison, whatever.  Just please, man to man, let me tell her good-bye," Jimmy pleaded.

Finally the cop revealed the fact that had hung heavily in the air since they'd hauled Jimmy in.  "Mr. Kirk, I have absolutely no idea who this Missy is that you keep talking about…"

Jimmy's heart began racing dangerously.  "What are you talking about?  If you've got me, then you must know about our crimes…"

The cop studied Jimmy intently.  "We know about YOUR crimes…"

With a frustrated shriek, Jimmy strained savagely against the cuffs and thrashed in his seat.  He knew he couldn't escape, but he had to release some of the tension inside threatening to stop his heart.

The cop picked up a remote and trained it on the silent TV, bringing it to life.  Jimmy became still, as a surveillance video of him washing the company Nissan played on the screen. 
His breath caught in his throat and he instantly calmed as he waited for Missy Raven to appear in the scene.

He clearly saw himself muttering as he angrily cleaned out the car.  But, instead of Missy, this tape showed him finishing and pulling back out of the lot.  No peep show.  No red convertible.

Another scene from a surveillance video aired next, showing only Jimmy, holding the gun in the face of the ancient cashier in the gas station.  No sweet kiss.  No gorgeous tits.

Finally, he saw himself again in the hotel parking lot, seeming to laugh menacingly as he bashed the company Nissan.  No fucking past dawn.  No Harley Davidson.

The detective shut the TV off once more and sat staring at Jimmy, who sat staring at the cold steel table, trying to shake the cobwebs that formed in his mind.

"A Mr.," the detective paused to consult a small spiral notebook.  "Gerald Hines reported that he called you to come into the office, is that correct to the best of your knowledge?"

Jimmy didn't look up, just nodded lifelessly.

"Mr. Hines told me that he and the senior VP were afraid you'd be discouraged by a recent sales plateau and
seek employment elsewhere, so they planned to offer you a promotion…"

Jimmy's eyes snapped up.  He suddenly felt like vomiting.

"He later reported the company Nissan of Jones, Jacobs, and Jackson Insurance Sales and Brokerage Firm stolen and we put together the pieces.  I was just wondering if you'd care to fill in the blanks."

Jimmy Kirk laid his head down on his arms and cried.

THE END

O
-bla-di, o-bla-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
O-bla-di, o-bla-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on. -The Beatles

Simone Miller's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Rose's fussing. Simone glanced at the clock and saw it was only three A.M. and Rose was waking for the third time that night. Simone sighed as she threw off the covers and heavily hauled her weary body out of bed. In the hallway, she encountered two year old Rose, who launched into Simone's arms.

Simone picked Rose up and cuddled her. "Rose," she murmured softly. "What are you doing up again?" Her voice bordered desperate.

"Want mommy," Rose whined.

Simone groaned and carried her little bundle back to the pink princess bedroom. She laid Rose down in bed and climbed in with her.

Miller house night time shenanigans were the common occurrence that had poor Simone on the verge of exhausted collapse daily. She loved her kids dearly. Six year old son, Blade kept Simone in stitches with his comical remarks. And Rose was adorable with her free spirit and wild ways. But their beautiful zest for life translated into never wanting to sleep. Simone was constantly chasing after wayward small people, playing Lego at 2 A.M., or sleep peeing in the living room, or waking up ten times a night for no discernible reason. Simone's days had become a muddled blur of fatigue induced confusion.

Eventually Simone wo
ke once more, uncomfortable in Rose's small bed. She slipped out of bed and returned to her own room. She looked at the peaceful mound of her slumbering husband. She couldn't help but feel a modicum of contempt at his ability to sleep soundly through the kids as she fell back to sleep.