Carmen

Max Stone managed to weave his way through the crowd of scantily clad women, admiring several beauty's and artfully dodging the few who reached out with eager fingers to touch the straining bulge outlined by his tight jeans. His dark eyes full of laughter, flashing the women a smile at their attempts to entice him into playing. The party was in full swing at this late hour, and after grabbing a tumbler of whisky from a discreet waiter making the rounds, he sought out a quiet place which would afford him an eyeful of the evenings events.

Spotting an empty space, he casually extricated himself from clinging arms and moved to lean against the wall. At this advantage point, he had a great view of the various writhing couples and activities surrounding him. He fully enjoyed the sounds of primal desires unleashed, the hisses and the cries of pleasure which rose above the music of an invisible orchestra. Totally mesmerized, entranced, and a bit amused as his hazel eyes skimmed over the sleek and twisting bodies, the smell of sex wafting sensually around him.

Concentrating on one absolutely adorable blonde, who was making "come hither" coos in his direction, mouthing about the size of his equipment and squeezing her ample breasts for his benefit, he didn't pay heed heed as another woman made her way through the crowd towards him.

A tall, dark eyed beauty, nude, her ebony hair piled high, wispy strands caressing the side of her heart shaped face. She moved with the deliberate sway of a sleekly muscled panther on the prowl. Eyes gleaming through the holes of the black silk feathery mask, shoulders thrown back showing off the tautness of her breasts, flat belly and long slender limbs.

A prickly awareness, the hair on the nape of his neck rising, along with the feeling of being stalked making him dismiss the blonde and peruse the crowd once more, meeting the woman’s dark seductive gaze. He watches with growing curiosity as she ventures closer, now almost a few inches of space between them. Her high-riding breasts begging for attention, the nipples erect, puckered forth with a warm flush of excitement, needing to be suckled, bitten, lavished by his tongue.

Max swallowed the remainder of his whiskey in one gulp, tossing the tumbler aside, his fingers reaching to caress the slope of her breast. Hearing the soft release of her breath in response to his touch, Max becomes bolder, fully grasping the hanging pear and flicking his thumb over a swollen dusky nipple.

“What’s your name?” He suddenly felt the urge to know and he lodged that rare feeling at the back of his mind to explore later.

“Is it important?” she answered in a husky voice, smiling warmly.

“I wish to know.” His eyes took in hers, lost in the powerful sexual elixir she weaves so intimately around him.

“Call me whatever comes to mind. It doesn’t matter to me.” Her voice sultry, dripping with sarcastic reproach as her dark fathomless eyes roved over his handsome features.

His hand moved swiftly, bringing it stingingly down upon her delicious rump…leaving a reddened imprint and smiling cruelly in response to her astonished gasp. His face inches from hers, lips barely moving as he draws out his request with gritted teeth “When I ask a question…I expect an appropriate response. Now…. your name is?”

Her eyes slitting to the semblance of a cat, measuring the distance between them, heart pounding in her chest, fingers gently rubbing over the mark on the firm cheek of her ass. She leans her head forward, allowing the very tip of her tongue to dart forth and sweep tantalizingly over his lips. Inhaling deeply the masculine scent of his cologne and of his flesh, the combined sexual heat of the room moistening that place between her thighs.

Whispering, “Carmen” before raising her hand to tenderly slide into the opening of his shirt, nails raking over the warm skin of his chest.

Smirking at the girl’s meekness, enjoying the teasing graze of sharp claws over his skin, before giving in to the swirling mists of sight, sound…and most importantly, scent. Max inhaled deeply, the wafting fragrance of her arousal weaving its magic, making itself known to the raging fever in his loins. His cock surging with renewed lust, straining to be free of its zippered confines. He drops his hand once more to rest over the swell of her breast, cupping it, squeezing tightly, drawing a gasp from her lips. Leaning his head down to capture her moist pink lips in a tentative kiss, a flicker of his tongue before daring to delve within the warm cavern of her mouth. Deepening the kiss with a sensual tangle of tongues to a delicious roar of animalistic need.

Abruptly ending the heady kiss, Max replies with a voice deep and rich, filled with the promise of sensual delights to be found in his arms. “Just think Carmen, it’s your lucky night. I want you sexy lady. I want you, and only you, to please me tonight.” He paused for a moment taking in the beautiful contours of her face, the high cheekbones, her eyes spitting flames. “Such a fiery kitten...no, not kitten...tigress!” Pinching her swollen nipple once more, hoping to elicit a whimper or two. His erection pressing painfully against the front of his pants, his hips jut forth, grinding the evidence of his need into that moist slit, seeing flickers of desire and oddly enough, need, in the depths of her eyes. Husky laugh, “Some party this is darling. Come here often?” Glancing away to take in the scenes going on in the room once more, his eyes breaking the magical spell she has invoked. He began getting punch drunk with every passing second, winding a powerful arm around Carmen’s waist to tug her closer to his steaming flesh.

Carmen gave no response to the sharp pinch, even though the nub was burning, and replied with casual indifference, “At times, whenever the mood suits me. Is this your first time here? “ She keeps her smoky gaze on his face, not interested in the activities surrounding them.

Max merely gives a smile in response to her question, taking in the whirl of motion in the room, the delicious sounds of coupling was like music to his ears.

The festivities were well underway. A man sat in a massive chair and at his feet, a naked woman sat back on her heels. She held his cock at the base with a clenched fist, tongue moving slowly, languidly along the full length of his quivering shaft. The man was groaning in pure orgiastic bliss, head lolled back, eyes shut, body shuddering in pleasure.

Next to him, a companion was sitting with slacks hanging around his ankles. In his lap was a lovely blonde facing him, her dangling legs straddling his thighs. His hands cupping her ass as she bobbed up and down on his upright cock, flinging long heavy strands of gold in wild abandon while he arched back, straining to meet her as she fucked him with lusty enthusiasm.

Two girls off to the side of the couples were kissing, wrapped up in each other, their bodies writhing and entwining on the carpeted floor. The woman on top had slammed her thigh between the other’s legs and the girl on the bottom was panting, squirming, rubbing and humping the other girl’s thigh. Other couples gazed on with total indifference, continuing to fuck themselves into a delicious frenzy.

Another man was taking a woman from behind, after having her down on her hands and knees. Her wide generous bottom was raised high, rich succulent breasts hanging down below her bent torso. He gripped her hips as he pumped into her with deep, slow and measured strokes, grunting with satisfaction at her feral moans, the shaking of her head with each savage thrust of his relentless cock.

Carmen moved provocatively up against Max, her lips pressing several sensual kisses along his chin, down his throat, her softness beguiling the purr that emanates from her throat. She murmurs for his ears only. “Want to go somewhere more private?” Flicking her tongue along the skin revealed at the opening of his shirt, she reaches up with slender fingers to undo several buttons to trail cool fingertips over his chest.”I know a very quiet place.” She tilted her head back to meet his unwavering gaze. Carmen was not inclined to participate in the orgy going on around them, preferring to be taken in a more sedate setting.

A low feral grunt, spinning her quickly around and slamming her slight frame up against the wall, the soft swoosh of her breath leaves her lungs, hot poker grinding sinfully into the full ripe peachy folds. Gathering handfuls of her hair, he yanks it free of its pins, scattering them on the floor as ringlets splay over her creamy shoulders. A rosy blush staining her cheekbones, heightening the darkness of her eyes, seething flames of passion arising within their depths, fingers curling, nails digging into her palms. A gnawing hunger rippling through her belly, hips responding to his teasing bumps and jutting forth in eagerness to mate.

He weaves his fingers through the silky curls, twining them around his fingers, tugging sharply and smiling cruelly at her anguished cry of pain. Leaning his head close, lips skimming over a throbbing vein, his breath searing into her flesh, “Who….are….you??”

Dark eyes gleaming with feral prowness, knowing her charms to soothe that savagery were within her grasp, she mutters thickly, the words like liquid silk, “a fuck…that’s all…a hot fuck…interested? Or…not?” a tilt of her head, her breath mixing with his, shifting under the tremendous pressure of her back against the wall, raising a slender limb to rub enticingly along his inner thigh, knowing the need is building, threatening to spill into an infernal roar of sexual heat. Her hips grinding with dark sensuality. a searing whisper, ”fuck me” as her leg settles back to the floor, splaying them wider. the challenge thrown to this man…hissing ”fuck...me” once more, the words brushing easily over his lips. Dropping hands to the zipper of his slacks, tugging on it swiftly to release the swollen member from its clothed confines followed by a tender slide of the pad of her index finger over the seeping eye slit.

Rearing his head back, powerful hands gripping her wrists, pulling them up high above her head, back bending as her shoulders greet the wall. Dismissing the whimper that emits from her throat with a dangerous glint in the depths of his eyes, “You want it bitch...too much!”.

Too far gone in this game to protest, she barely nods as the crown of his cock slowly digs into the peachy silk folds, smearing semen over juice laden flesh. Lifting herself on tiptoes, back scraping the wall as her body seeks to melt with his.

Tightening the hold of her wrists, Max pivots his hips forward, finding that steaming snatch gaping open and waiting to be filled. Damn, she was tight, almost virginal! His cock slowly invading the wet depths of her silky sheath, eliciting a fierce growl from his throat as each ripple of her welcoming walls make it nearly impossible to constrain the need for release. Now it was his turn to pant. Gazing deeply into her eyes, seeing only the look of satisfaction in being fucked, he takes savage thrusts into her compliant body, urging her to respond with soft murmurs of pleasure in being encased in sheer velvet bliss.

Eyes darkening to inky wells, she slams her hips forward, ass cheeks hitting the wall with each diligent stroke he takes. Sharp claws of her nails digging in the back of his hands, leaving their crescent imprints as mewling whimpers escape her lips. Taken roughly, just the way she prefers. Her sexy body rubbing and squirming up against his searing flesh, nipples burning, tingling against his chest, the nubs rosy and swollen beyond belief, sloppy juicy noises coming from her cunt with each clench over the throbbing shaft. Carmen takes a sharp bite into his shoulder, breaking the skin, her tongue dabbing over the resultant droplet of blood.

“BITCH!” hissing between his clenched teeth, eyes growing wide, the sting of the bite momentarily cooling his lust. Howls in frustration as her teeth sink in again, making his hips piston madly, taking them pleasurably higher with each resounding smack of flesh against flesh. The darkness swirling before his eyes, pinpoints of light dancing amid the approaching fog of forgetfulness. Shuddering as he empties the contents of his swollen balls into her belly and giving in to the caressing dabs of her tongue. The darkness creeping in, despite his efforts, finally letting nightfall shutter out the sounds of the orgy, the sweet suckle of her cunt lips and the steady dribble of his seed splattering to the floor. Max’s grip on her hands easing, his thick shaft slowly slipping from the warm confines of her silky tunnel to press over the throbbing pearl that lays between the peachy folds of her now sticky slit.

Carmen smiles wickedly into the bite working her tongue over the wound, hips grinding, taking the hot splash of his seed into her womb. The resulting shudder spilling juices from her cunt to greet each spurting wave of cream, mixing to slither down her thighs, joining the splattering droplets on the floor. Still, she twirls her tongue over the bruised flesh of his shoulder, administering saliva tinged with blood over the oozing gash. She gives a soft sigh of regret with the withdrawal of his cock, slumping forward and jerking her hands free from his loosened grip.

Legs planted firmly on the ground, her shimmering eyes taking in the rest of the room, the scent of sex wafting intimately around them. Places hands on his chest, pushing him away from her body with a soft grunt leaving her lips.

“I am weak, its time for me to go. I am sure you will find more amusement in the hours ahead. “, a faint smile appearing as the mantle of aloofness settles on her shoulders. A soft whisper, “Thanks for the gift.”

“I don’t think so Carmen...I’m not yet finished with you yet.” Max’s hand wraps around her wrist tightly, a grimace appearing on his handsome face, realizing that the little slut was thinking to escape the rest of the delights he had planned for the evening. Jerking her up against him and lowering his head so his lips brushed lightly over the creamy swell of her breast. pleased with the resultant sigh that escapes her moist pink ones. Murmurs against the silk of her flesh, “What gift?”

“Oh? Am I to be honored by more of your attention? Hmmmm?” Pulling her hand free, rubbing it lightly as her eyes turn away, swimming with tears. “I really must go…it’s not my choice.” Her body slithering by his as she picks her way once more through the crush of the crowd and bodies scattered across the floor. Swollen nipples of her breasts bouncing free, taut cheeks of her ass defined by the sway of her hips. She reaches up to remove the mask, tossing it to the side as a waiter appears with a red satin robe, helping her into it. The waiter bends his head slightly to hear her softly spoken words and nods, doing nothing more than just standing there with his eyes cast downward, appearing to be frozen in place. Carmen pivots, salutes Max and smiles, the robe swishing around her body, wrapping it within a red cocoon and hazy mist before all that is left of the beautiful women are those dark ebony gems that pierce into his very soul.

Mouth agape, unable to move…Max’s mind not comprehending what exactly has happened, but hoping he will wake up in his bed with only a fragment of this nightmare remaining. A sexy, erotic nightmare nonetheless, one that had made his cock stiffen, tremble and explode over the sheets. Raking a hand through his hair, the music blaring loudly in his ears, he realizes it is not a dream. He is very much awake with a spent cock still dribbling a bit of seed. He zips himself into his slacks and buttons his shirt, an eerie feeling of being out of time and place. His eyes still focused on the image of Carmen and the intensity of those dark eyes as she literally disappeared.

The waiter finally arises from his stupor, makes his way to Max and slips a card into his hand. “She left this for you.” Moving stealthily away, eyes diverted, and becoming the discreet servant once more, blending with the crowd.

Max glances at the card, his eyes widening. It was a calling card, very old…yellowed in age…with the name of Carmen on the front, a classic red rose blazed beneath the name. With trembling fingers he turns the card over to read what was etched there in perfect cursive strokes…”A moment in time is a gift. Clutch it in your hands and cherish it forever. My voice is too soft for you to hear. My actions are too weak for you to see. If you listen carefully, you will hear the sound of my heart that says from now until forever, I’ll always be here…until we meet again, I am faithfully yours…Carmen”


Lacie