A Drop of Light…….(part 1) – Sex Stories

A Drop of Light…part one

Most of my stories are based on true events. Names of course have been changed to protect the …innocent!!! LOL

The stark bright light caught the drop as it fell, a flash like broken crystal as it landed on the small of her naked back.

She started, her back arched like an awakening cat. Mmmmm she murmured. As the hot oil slowly worked its way down between her buttocks. She squirmed as the drop slowly joined the small pool of now warm oil in the pucker of her ass.

I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her face into the chair cushion, this is not simple, the workings of a feverished mind. This is calculation, strategy. She would be fully absorbed into My world tonight, there would be no maybes, no mights…she would embrace the play as she would embrace her child.

When did this start? About 2 months ago on an alternative social site. Where anyone can be….whoever they want to be.   We started to chat online, she showed an innocent side, but she was curious, asked a heap of questions. Pretended to be more ‘worldly’ than she was.

I dismissed her, I wasn’t here to be fucked around. I am a serious player, whilst there is a certain charm in innocence, I was looking for someone that knew what they needed. I was looking for someone who would compliment Me in the ‘play’.   To bring out My darker side, My primal being. It’s a thirst that I can only slake for a short time

I was hard with her, called her a silly young cunt. Go and play with the lil boys I said. The screen sat there, the last word hanging in cyberspace. Nothing, time passed. Then a message. She was pleading with Me. Fuck, I thought. I don’t want a quick wank. I wanted the taste, the smell, to hear the sounds of a person. Not cyber play.

I told her, this is serious for Me.   I need to let My inner being out on the hunt.

I didn’t hear from her for about a week or so. Then one night last week.   A message, she wanted to meet. She said that she was now sure.   “Sure” I typed. “what fucking sure?”

She begged Me to meet with her. I laughed at her online. “Be careful what you wish for”.

She replied “this is my wish”.

Fuck, I thought. Why not? This would scare her away…or would it?

Ok I typed, “meet Me at the little bar at the corner of Michaels Road and Smithton, be there at 7.30pm tonight. Don’t wear panties”.

Nothing, that got her I said to myself.

Then “ok” appeared on the screen. “How do I recognise you?”

“You will find Me, look for darkness”   I typed.

I was on my 2 nd beer, when she approached. I was dressed in black tight jeans, black t shirts, boots. Yes, yes I can hear you now. “A little predictable”.

She was about 5’ 6’ tall, slim build with long brunette hair. A skirt hugged her gently flaring hips and a simple top showed her tanned cleavage.

“Hi, I am Lisa. Are you the darkness I am to meet?”

“Fuck” I thought to myself.

Normally the girls aren’t like this. She would have been no older than 19 years.

“Yes” I said. “ Are you wearing panties?”

She blushed, a deep crimson flooded her cheeks.

“ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES”? Heads turned towards us, a couple of guys smirked.

“no” she whispered.

“Show Me” I demanded.

She looked around desperately, now most of the bar were looking at her, and her alone.

“If you don’t show Me, you can fuck off now”

She raised the hem of her skirt, about an inch.

“What the fuck is this. Don’t you understand Me. Show Me your cunt or fuck off”

She wrenched up her skirt, long tanned legs, no panties and no hair. Bald, smooth.

“Well thank you” I drawled.

“Hey Mike” I yelled   “I need the keys to out the back room”

Mike the barman flicked them from behind the bar.

“ Get going, that way”   I directed her.

I could smell her, she was afraid, that’s good. She had that mild sweaty, wet iron smell to her. But underlying that was the scent of her excitement. Small beads of sweat were on her upper lips, on the back of her neck. I felt Him trying to get out. My heart was starting to accelerate, I could feel the itch.

I unlocked the door and pushed her in. I turned the single unshaded globe on. Stark, cold light.

“Don’t move” I hissed at her.

I circled her, the scent was over powering. I felt the howl in the back of my throat. Not now, not now. Later You can feed on her fear, her submission. Calm now.

“Why are you here?”

“I need…..something…” her voice trailed off.

“ Have you been fucked hard, have you been hurt?”

A shiver ran through her body, goose bumps raised on her skin.

“ I need to feel”

An addict yes, but she didn’t even know what she craved.

“Close your eyes”

Her eyes closed, she stood there rigid.

I reached out and pinched her left nipple hard, very hard.

Her back arched, “ooohhh” she said.

I could smell her now, her scent was overpowering. It was scrambling to get out, My inner self… soon I thought.

I pushed her from behind, she stumbled.

“Bend over” I snarled. She tensed for a second, that sounded more like an animal than Him.

She bent over the chair, her firm ass framed in the light.

“Yessss”, I hissed.   I could see the wet shine at the junction of her thighs.

My nostrils flared, I breathed in the scent of wet excited young cunt. I felt alive.

I slapped her thighs apart, she sounded like she was hyper ventilating. This is what she wanted, she needed to feel…….a fucktoy, a slut, cum bucket, she wanted to be punished for being???

Her want and desire fed Mine,   she would be Mine, mind, body and soul.

“What are you looking for?” I asked her. My mouth was right next to her ear.

“You” she replied softly.

“This is no game”.

“no” she breathed.

I rammed two fingers into her cunt, hard.

“Uuuungh” she grunted.

To be continued……

Her knees gave way, “don’t fucking move” I hissed into her ear.

She straightened her legs but kept bent over. her legs were still slightly parted.

“Good girl”

“Please……” she whispered.

I laughed, “this is not about you, this is about Me”

Again, I plunged my fingers deep within her.

Two, three, four fingers inside her. I curled my fingers and twisted my palm upwards.

I closed my hand, feeling the walls of her cunt stretch and become tight.

Her eyes were wide open, unfocused. she gasped in pain….no,  not pain in pure bliss!

“Do me…whatever you want” she moaned.

My inner self howled in triumph. This was easy, easy for Me perhaps. But for her she was now in another world. She did not feel any responsibility, she had no worries. It wasn’t her that was responsible for doing this.

Her eyes focused, out of the corner of her eye she looked at his face, the light was bright in her eyes and it cast a shadow across His face.

A man, a confident man. He was taller than her, not an skinny man. But He exuded confidence, early 30’s, a wedding ring…..God, He is married!

That hurt her more than the invading fingers. yes, it was illogical, she had just met Him and it hurt that He was wearing a wedding ring!

“Don’t move your head” I said to her. I could see that she was studying Me. Aaah, she had noticed the ring. she looked for a moment…….yes, she was….she was upset that I was married. Delicious.

Had she forgotten my fingers were inside her? I clenched hard, I felt her cunt spasm around my hand, she moaned loudly and closed her eyes.

I slipped my hand out of her wet cunt, I raised it to my face and breathed in deeply. Her scent was devine. I wiped my hand on her hair.

“Ok, cunt, you are Mine, I will do what I want to you. If that’s is not acceptable then leave now”.

She stared at me, a quiver to her lips. her eyes moistening. “no, I need this, i don’t know why. i dream about it all the time….i feel crazy at times”

I stared at her. I had seen this before. she was addicted. Addicted to the sensation, the smells, the fears, the anticipation…but it had only just happened. Already she was Mine. I continued to stare at her, “you bore Me already” I said to her.

She gasped and fell to her knees. “no, please i will do anything”.

I laughed, “I already know that you will baby girl”.

“I will suck your cock”

“Why would I let you do that” I asked. “I expect you to go out in the bar and suck the cocks of any man there”.

No, its not the sex, quick couplings and suck jobs don’t do it for Me. I need the resistance then the total submission to fulfill my needs. No, I can get it up. But the best sex happens inside your head.

“What can i do” she asked in a quite voice.

“I need to feed” I told her, she looked startled, I could smell her fear.

” Strip, take it all off” she looked at Me with confusion.

My slap surprised her, her cheek reddening.

“Now”

she quickly stood and stripped, no finesse, no teasing.

“Back on your knees” she knelt quickly. Ooh, the beast struggled.

“Mmmm, shall I piss on you?” “Fuck you in the ass perhaps”

“I know, how about I ram a beer bottle up your cunt”

Her eyes wide, flushed, sweaty, she waited. Whatever He wanted to do.

She was trembling…not in fear. she was….dripping. her juices were dripping on the floor between her knees. I watched her, she was gently undulating her tummy muscles.

“Enough, do you want to make Me happy” I asked her.

‘Yes, please let me”

I searched the room, aaah a couple of bulldog clips. And what is this, a thick marker pen. Perfect I thought.

I reached for her tits, I pulled cruelly on each firm breast. Flicking her nipple with my fingernails.

She groaned.

I placed a clip on her right nipple.

“Ooooh fuck” she screamed.

“Shutup slut” I snarled her.

I placed the other clip on her left nipple.she breathed rapidly through her mouth.

“Bend over” I ran the marker through her cunt lips. It was shiny and a string of sticky juice stuck to the end as I moved it to her puckered ass.

She squirmed, “don’t fucking move” she stopped

I placed the end of the pen against her ass…and slipped it inside her until there was only a small tip protruding from her anal passage. “ooh fuck it” she said.

“You need to hold it inside your ass”

“If it slips out you will need to lick it clean and then it will go back inside you”

“I don’t care if this take all night” I said.

I saw her ass cheeks tighten. ” stupid slut” I thought.

The pen slipped from her anus and fell on the floor.

She looked at it, between her legs. I stared at her.

“Pick it up”

She reached down, unsure, her hand shaking.

“Pick it up” I said again.

She picked up the pen by one end.

” Clean it” ” i cant” she said.

“Fucking clean it with your tongue” I yelled at her.

She trembling brought it to her lips. her tongue slowly came out and touched the end she was holding.

I cruelly grasped her head in my hands, I looked into her eyes.

“You weak bitch” I yelled. “is this how you make Me happy”

“Sorry, its dirty” she babbled

“You are fucking dirty, you are exactly what is on that pen…shit”

” She moaned, and said ” i need to please you, please….”

“Do it baby girl” “clean the pen now”

She brought it to her lips and…….

part 3 coming soon.

She stared at me, unfocused, unblinking.

Her tongue gently touched the pen. “mmmmm”, she moaned.

I waited, watching.

Her tongue swirled around the thick tube.

She plunged it deep in her mouth, “God” she breathed.

“Good girl, next fucking time don’t be so long about it”.

She started to plunge the pen into her mouth like it was a small cock.

“Fuck your ass with it” I told her.

She didn’t hesitate, sliding the pen deep inside her ass, she started to quickly plunge it in and out.

“Enough, this is not your time” I said. “push it deep, right inside”

Her fingers pushed the pen deep inside, suddenly it disappeared.

I laughed, “hope you don’t lose it”.

“Tell me about yourself” I asked.

She looked at me with slight smile on her lips. I slapped her, ‘don’t ever smile at Me again unless I say that you can” I roared.

“Im sorry”

“Lets start again, tell Me your story?

She took a breath “my name is Lisa, I turned 19 two months ago. I live with my parents and i have never done anything like this before”

“You have a boyfriend, girlfriend”

“No….yes…not really” she stuttered.

“What the fuck does that mean”

“I have had a couple of boyfriends but something was missing, nothing serious”

“You like being treated like a fucking slut do you?”

“Aaahh, yes suppose…” she trailed off.

I felt the inner beast, it was starting to get impatient. This was too slow…..taking too long.

I needed to feed, I wasn’t really interested in her life….was I?

Noooo, she is nothing but meat. Nothing but response to pain, degradation, I wanted sweat, sounds, fluids. I wanted…needed to possess her body, her mind and yes..her soul.

“I don’t care” I told her

She looked surprised, and a bit disappointed.

The room was run down and dirty. An old ceiling fan was fixed to the ceiling.

“Stand underneath the fan, don’t say anything” I instructed her.

She moved slowly as if unsure.

My hand came down on her bare ass, hard. she lurched forward “fuck” she screamed.

“Get under the fucking fan”

She looked at me out the corner of her eyes.

Good I thought, she has a little fire, some resistance yet.

I picked up some thin cord off the desk.

I threw an end over the fan motor and secured her hands to it. she moaned, “im not to sure” she started.

“Don’t care what you are sure or not about” I replied

I hoisted her arms above her head, she wriggled.

I then got down in front of her, she inhaled sharply.

I looked at her cunt, puffy red lips stared back.

She undulated her hips slightly.

I laughed.

I cruelly jerked one leg and then the other apart and secured her ankles to a chair and the leg of the table.

I stood up, she looked disappointed.

Good, I thought.

“Funny enough, I have been pretty easy on you so far”

She looked at Me as if I was crazy.

Yesss, the beast whispered.

“Your education is beginning now that you have been warmed up”

She looked as if I was speaking another language

“YYEESSS the beast started to howl

I took the bull dog clips off the floor where they had fallen earlier

“Remember these”

“No, they hurt my nipples”

“Really….Ok I wont do that again”

She relaxed

“I am going to put them on your cunt lips”

Her head whipped up, “no” she whispered.

The beast laughed, so did I.

She struggled, the cords digging into her wrists and ankles.

“The problem is” I said

She stopped struggling, a hopefully look passed over her face

” You didn’t ask about a safe word”

She looked at me, “no…no” she said

“No..NO” I bellowed “Too Late Too Late” I mimicked.

I moved towards her, she struggled, but don’t think she wasn’t excited. I thought she had pissed herself as fluid was running down her legs and dripping on the bare floor.

She moved her hips away, I slapped her hard on the inner thighs, on the soft swell of her tummy.

I roughly spread and pulled on the engorged lips of her cunt.

One clipped on then the other, her knees gave way she screamed.

Then suddenly the pain from the cords cutting into her wrist forced her upright.

Trembling, her eyes wide, breathing fast.

How do I describe the scene, imagine my dear colleagues and practitioners of the art.

Young, fresh, nubile, innocent…..curious, sweaty, desperate, in need.

Her breathing accelerated, a flush starting from between her breast, across her face.

“Fuck” she howled

She was close to orgasm……too bad not yet.

Part 4 is on its way my dear friends..