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In the distance thunder rumbled and the wind blew the curtains away from the open window. A flash of lighting streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating it for a second, before returning it to pitch darkness again. You were sitting by the open window feeling the tension in the air before the storm breaks and thinking of me. Dreaming of me.
You had only just met me at the club last night. We had been talking while sharing a beer, standing close to make ourselves heard over the pounding music. You had been instantly attracted to me, seeing me leaning against the bar observing the crowded dance floor. You had walked over, trying to look as sexy as you could in your little black dress, and offered to buy me a drink. We had talked, touched and kissed, you had a wonderful evening planned, until I left. You couldn't get me out of your mind, you had asked all you friends if they knew me, but they didn't and they knew everybody.
So you were sitting by your window dreaming as the storm advanced. You felt yourself falling asleep and started to let your eyelids fall, but came awake suddenly when you heard a sound behind you. You spun around quickly but you couldn't see anything in the shadows of your bedroom. You turned around again and sighed, then almost screamed as a hand stroked down your long neck. You whipped around to see me standing behind with a finger to your thin lips. You opened your mouth to speak and I covered it with my lips, leading a brutal assault on the delicate depths of your mouth. The thought of protesting didn't enter your mind, instead you buried your fingers in my hair and pulled me closer.
I had caught you when you had been getting ready to go out, just after you called your friends to cancel, but before you were properly dressed. You were still in your underwear, a black satin push up bra which offered your breasts like a sacrifice to the gods. I stood back to look you over, you were also wearing a small pair of black satin panties, which were partially covered by a suspender belt, clipped to the suspender belt were a pair of tinted black stockings which hugged your long legs but left a small area of skin bare at the top of your thighs. I leaned down and gently nipped this area with my teeth, you gasped and dug your nails in to the chair below you as I stroked my rough tongue over the exposed skin. The amazing sensation, which almost tickled, caused a liquid rush in your already wet pussy. While driving you mad with desire, I unclipped your stockings and rolled them down your legs and off. You almost didn't notice this, only the relief of having my fingers on your naked skin registered. You groaned as my mouth left your skin, you tried to force it back down, even putting all your strength in to pushing my head back down made no difference to my ascent. On the way up I gently blew on the wet crotch of your panties, you moaned loudly and begged me to lick your soaking pussy. I ignored you and placed a long kiss on your begging lips, while I deftly undid the catch on your bra to let your swollen tits out from there satin cages. You almost screamed as I placed my lips on your tight nipples, and began to suck. While sucking I played with them with my tongue and gently bit them before moving to the other taught nipple. You gasped and began pulling desperately at my black t-shirt with your fingers. I briefly left your nipples to whip my t shirt from my body and threw it on the floor. I returned to your tits with renewed vigour and you writhed under my mouth and fingers which were running along your sides.
You ran your fingers all over my bare chest, flicking my nipples with your nails. You buried your fingers in my chest hair and pulled, it hurt a little but I didn't respond except for biting your nipple in retaliation. You gently scraped your nails down my chest until the low waist of my jeans stopped you going any further. You tried to slide your fingers under the waist band but I stopped you and withdrew your hand. I motioned for you to stand up and when you did I pulled off your panties. You sat down again and I pulled them from your legs before passing them infront of my face, breathing in the scent of your desire. I smiled at you wickedly, dove down, and buried my head between your trembling legs. You gasped and lifted your hips as my tongue speared into your aching pussy. Your fingers grasped my head to hold it against your wet cunt although I didn't need them to keep me there.
My tongue delved around your cleft, flicking against your clit occasionally, but never long enough to send you in to an orgasm. I held you on the edge, but never let you fall. You began to beg me to let you cum, but I continued just holding you back. Your pussy was getting wetter and wetter under my tongue, the smell of your pussy juice was overwhelming but I continued driving you mad with desire. It was like a form of torture for you, seemingly lasting forever, I would get you so worked up you would do anything to cum, anything. You was so desperate to cum, you barely noticed as I turned you around so you were leaning on the back of the chair on your knees. You groaned weekly as my hands left you, you reached down to stroke your clit, wanting to cum so badly. But I stopped you before you could reach it, I placed your hands on the top of the chair and tied them down with something so soft yet very strong. You dropped your head on your hands in submission, ready to let me do anything. I pushed your hair to one side of your neck and leant over, ready to kiss the pale length of your neck. As I did you felt my hot, hard, naked, cock resting on one of the cheeks of your ass. You moaned and pushed back against it, rubbing it with your firm backside until I grasped your hips to keep you still. You started to beg again and I relented. You stiffened as you felt my hard cock slide into you, but relaxed as you felt its hardness stretching your inner folds. I slid in so deep you almost came at once, but not quite.
I leant over you to bury my face in to the curve of your neck and slowly withdrew my cock from deep inside your pussy. You tried to stop me by my clenching your inner muscles, and lifting your hips, but I continued sliding out, holding your hips down. I stopped when only the head of my cock was still inside, I stopped there for long seconds before driving back inside your cunt with a long hard thrust. You screamed and you felt a sharp sensation on your neck, that almost bordered on pain. You felt me begin to suck strongly on your neck, the sharp sensation got worse but it only added to the pleasure of me thrusting in and out of your aching pussy. You felt yourself tense up as the sensations built up in to an amazing orgasm. I began to thrust faster and harder, almost hurting you with the strength of my thrust, but you were too far gone to object. You felt a liquid rush inside you, signalling me cumming, that set your orgasm off and you...
...woke up with a start.
You were still sitting on your chair, staring out of the window. You felt limp and exhausted, sweat glistened on your body and your satin panties were soaking. You sat there panting, remembering the amazingly erotic dream, that seemed almost too real to be a dream. You turned to your mirror and looked at yourself, your pupils were wide, making your eyes appear black, your skin was flushed, but appeared whiter than it had ever been, almost transparent. Your hair seemed to glow in the light from the full moon, you glanced out the window to see a clear sky, the storm was over and the clouds had gone. As you turned back to the mirror you noticed a mark on your neck, thinking its was a hickey you smiled, but your smile turned to a frown as you looked closer. It wasn't a hickey, it looked like a scar, teeth marks that had healed over. You flicked on the light for a closer look and as you turned to reach for your magnifying mirror you saw me standing beside you. You turned back to the mirror, but I wasn't there, you turned back to me and I smiled wickedly, showing you a long pair of fangs.