It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme, provided by SwelteringCelt, was “Extra Terrestrials.” I had a VERY tough time coming up with a story to fit, and an even tougher time making sure that story wasn’t *too* hokey. What I came up with is below. Hope you enjoy it.

It was past 1am when Brett was headed home from the party. Even though he hadn’t sobered up as much as he should have, he knew that the road home would be empty and he really couldn’t have stood any more time around his friends Amy and Jeremy, a couple that were always sickeningly sweet to each other, it made Brett want to gag. Brett, always a pessimist, thought it was all for show and only a matter of time before their relationship fell apart.

As Brett pondered that relationship, his car started drifting, as his mind was. The crunch of the shoulder’s gravel under his tires snapped his attention back to the road. Paying closer attention to what lay in front of him now, Brett was surprised to see a figure up ahead in the road, illuminated by his bouncing headlights. Brett slowed as he approached the figure and as he got closer, he saw that the figure was a woman, stark naked, staggering down the road towards him.

Brett stopped his car about 500 feet in front of the woman and got out. The woman looked disoriented with a blank, confused look on her face. Her fire-red, ass-length hair was disheveled and there were streaks of dirt on her creamy white thighs and pert breasts.

“Ma’am,” Brett inquired, “are you okay? Do you need help?”

There was no answer from the woman, but her eyes did meet his as she continued walking towards him. Brett knew that this woman must be in some sort of trouble but he couldn’t help growing hard as her hips and breasts swayed invitingly, just a short distance in front of him.

“God, Brett,” he admonished himself, “she’s a poor, helpless woman. Stop being such a pig.”

As soon as Brett’s thought finished forming in his mind, the woman’s eyes shot to the bulge in his jeans, as if she had heard what he was thinking. His heart jumped. An odd, small smile appeared on her face and she kept her eyes on his crotch as she crossed the remaining few steps between them and placed her hand on his hardness.

Just as Brett was about to protest, he felt an electric warmth pass through her hand to his cock and up through the rest of his body. His head started to spin and his cock became so turgid it caused him pain.

He began to moan with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure but the woman covered his mouth with her own and began to suck on his tongue. The interior of her mouth was almost scorching. She wrapped her fingers around the waistband of Brett’s jeans and with one quick motion, tore them off of his hips and legs, freeing his throbbing manhood. Her mouth released his tongue and she dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth.

With the small part of his mind that was still lucid, he knew that this wasn’t right, that he needed to stop what was happening, but his body would not respond to his brain’s commands. Her hot mouth worked his cock, quickly bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, enveloping Brett completely with the electric heat and overcoming the last of his mental awareness.

Finally, with a flourish of burning tongue, the woman caused Brett to empty himself into her, exploding from the depths of his being. After sucking every last drop of him from his body, the woman stood, licked her lips, and wiped the corners of her mouth.

In a flash of light, she was gone, leaving only a pile of clothes and spent skin on the ground next to Brett’s ajar car door.

The bonfire was raging, our friends were drunk and laughing, music was blaring.   With all of the action going on around us, ours was happening secretly, heavy petting under the blanket that protected us from the cool breeze of the ocean.
We always had difficulty keeping our hands and our mouths off of each other.  The electricity between us crackled constantly and when the flame caught, we found ourselves locked in the nearest bathroom, pulled over on the side of the road, pressed into a waiting dark corner; hands flying, clothes disappearing, hungry mouths searching, bodies writhing in pleasure.
Our activities had always been kept private but as I felt him grow underneath my hand, warm and pulsating, the most beautiful cock I’d ever had the pleasure of being with, I couldn’t resist.  I tore off the blanket and sank to my knees before him, loving his surprised gasp as I took him in my mouth, allowing everyone around us to see my efforts, lit by the flame of the bonfire.

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes,” the text read. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly put on the rest of my outfit for the evening, a slinky, black see-through camisole and black lace boy shorts. I threw my hair up in pigtails and licked my lips as I imagined them being used as handlebars while my mouth was wrapped around his cock. I put on a silk robe over my surprise just as the knock sounded at the door.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open slowly, allowing my excitement at seeing him to quiet itself a little before I took action. He looked so hot as always, my fit gamer geek. A quick second to drink him all in and then I reached for his hand and pulled him inside. No words were exchanged as I led him to the bedroom and sat him on the edge of the bed, pulling off my robe and dropping it to the floor.

His gasp of desire as he saw how I had dressed up for him sent a shiver up my spine and it was only a split second before his hands were on me, pulling me to him, exploring my curves with his hands and his mouth. His fingertips lightly played at my silk-covered nipples, perking them up instantly and making my clit throb. He moaned as my nipples grew hard and brought his mouth down to cover them, biting them gently at first and then with more insistency as I ran my fingers through his hair. Each nibble, each flick of the tongue caused an electric shock to run through me, starting between my legs and running up my back.

After what felt like an eternity of his exploration, I couldn’t stand not having his thick cock in my mouth anymore. I pushed him away from me, urgently drew his shirt up over his head and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. I gasped lightly as I saw him waiting for me, engorged and quivering. I ran my hand lightly over his balls, enjoying the feeling of the freshly shaven sack, and then up over his shaft. As my hands traveled to his chest, I pushed him back onto the bed and took my position between his thighs.

I focused my attention first on his smooth balls, licking each one, sucking them into my mouth and rolling my tongue around them. When I felt his sack had been sufficiently pampered, I popped the fleshy lumps out of my mouth and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, circled his head and then took his cock quickly in my mouth, slamming my head down and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He grabbed a hold of my pigtails and forced my head down even farther, making me gag on his tasty rod. His moans got me even more excited and wet, something I didn’t think was possible.

Even though his cock and balls were extremely delicious, I was hungry to feel him inside of me. I held out for as long as I could, teasing his cock with my mouth, assaulting the back of my throat with his tip, but finally I gave in. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and stripped off my camisole and my panties, throwing them carelessly to the floor. I straddled his hips and lowered my dripping slit onto him, rubbing my clit on his tip and coating him with my juices.

Reaching down and taking his slippery shaft in my hand, I guided it to my waiting cunt, putting just the head in and reveling at how good it felt. Then, easing down slowly on him, grabbing the top of the headboard for balance, I began to grind against him, feeling him hit my sweet spot, bucking my hips up and down to maximize pleasure for us both. Alternating between slow, shallow thrusts and hard, deep ones, forcing my rhythm on him and not allowing his hands on my hips to control me, I continued to ride him until I got an inspired idea.

I slid myself to the tip of his cock and paused, looking down at him with what I’m sure was a mischievous grin. I reached down and took hold of him, slipping him out of my pussy and guiding him further back, loving the surprised look on his face as I pressed my ass down on him. Because he was thoroughly drenched, we didn’t need any extra lube, and with just a bit of coaxing, my tight spot opened up and I took him in, eliciting a loud moan from the both of us. He reached down and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart, and I gently worked my ass down his shaft until he had disappeared entirely inside of me.

As he fucked my ass, I rubbed my clit fiercely, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer. Having him in my ass felt so fantastic that it wasn’t long before I was brought to orgasm, exploding upon him, coming with such force that it sent him over the edge as well. I could feel his cock spasm as he expelled his seed into me, filling me with the hot liquid.

As our orgasms subsided and our juices pooled on the bed, he pulled out of me and I collapsed on his chest. His heartbeat lulled me into a semi-conscious state and we held each other as our breathing returned to normal.

My Irish goddess.  Flaming red hair.  Beautiful green eyes.  Perfect pale skin.  Skin that shows marks and bruises easily.  She always asked for more, though.  Harder.  New implements of pain.  She got bored with my hands fairly quickly.  I tried a spatula.  Not enough, she said.  Went through bamboo canes, a riding crop, a few different paddles… nothing satisfied her.  She lived for the marks I left on her body.  Though I was afraid to hurt her, her cries of ecstasy mixed with pain always kept me going, kept me hard as a rock.

This time, I pulled out all the stops and included a MagnaStrap and a cat o’ nine tails in our play.  I held back at first, but as she begged for more, I went full force, alternating between the strap and the cat, not stopping until I began to draw blood.  After I got her worked up with a good spanking, it only took the slightest touch to her clit to make her cum - a screaming, writhing orgasm that left her a puddle on the bed.  After she got her senses back, she returned the favor with the most intense blow job I’d ever had, swallowing every bit of me that I expelled.  Looking back over her shoulder at the red stripes I had left, she smiled.  Kissing my tip lightly, she whispered, “Thank you,” rolled over onto her side, avoiding the sore welts on her beautiful back and ass, and fell asleep, finally satiated.