My Friends the Allens -- Aurora Drake by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like that: so don't try this at home. = = = "That's Aurora Drake," whispered Dan, pointing at a striking tall woman in a grey suit across the room, "lovely, but very dangerous. Not recommended!" So of course I went over and asked her to dance. It was a big informal party thrown by the local Chamber of Commerce in the old mansion on the hill. The crowd was a mixture of business suits and evening gowns, small business owners enjoying the free booze and local aristoi cutting deals in the back rooms. Aurora Drake was tall and slim, and a good dancer. She held her body pleasantly close to mine as we danced; her perfume was subtle and sweet. I gently pressed the firm flesh of her back through her grey cotton jacket. Her skirt was slit high up both sides, showing marvelous strong legs in grey stockings. We talked as we moved around the floor. Her lips were full and red and shiny. Her eyes were deep and black, intelligent and laughing, with something hot and dangerous under the surface. At the end of the dance, she pressed herself tightly against me for an instant, as if by accident, but I thought I felt some familiar chemistry. I courted her discreetly for the next hour or two, bringing her a drink and taking a few more dances. She stayed with me for a slow number, and as we swayed on the floor she rubbed herself subtly but definitely against me, her head on my shoulder. I looked deep into her eyes, and she slowly licked her lips. When the dance was over, we wandered off into the hallways of the mansion. She followed me into an empty drawing room, and she locked the door behind us. I stood close to her, one hand casually resting on her hip, our faces close together. Her red lips smiled, and her eyes shone. I could feel the soft warmth of her breath. As I moved forward to kiss her, she spun away, walking over to the bookcase, and making smalltalk about the history of the house. I replied. I drifted slowly back over to her; standing behind her, I ran my hands up her back, over the smooth grey cloth. She leaned back against me, and reached one hand back to stroke my leg. As I reached around to caress her body, she moved casually away again, sitting down on a wide couch. I growled low in my throat; my pulse was racing with desire for her. The smell of her perfume made my head swim. She made smalltalk again, her smile almost taunting. As I walked toward the couch, she casually said "Take off your pants." I stood, looking at her. "Take off your pants," she repeated, "I want to see your cock." I slipped out of my loafers, my slacks, and my boxers. My cock leapt out, stiff from the smell and feel of her body. She grinned. "Come here and rub it along my thigh," she said, spreading her legs and pulling the skirt aside, so the creamy white of her skin showed between the sheer grey stockings and her black silk panty. I lowered myself over her, sliding my cock along the delirious smoothness of her stocking and thigh. She put one hand on it, gently squeezing my hot shaft between her fingers and her leg, and slowly rubbing. My cock throbbed. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted. I kissed her lightly on the mouth; her shiny red lips yielded sweetly to me, pressing deliciously against mine. We breathed together as she stroked me. "Now," she whispered, opening her eyes and taking my erection firmly in her hand, "you will do exactly as I tell you, or I will scream 'rape'." I smiled. "What if I were to tell you that the rooms in this particular wing are quite soundproof?" I asked. Her eyes widened. In their hot black depths I saw fire and joy. "Are they?" she asked. "Are they?" I answered. "Will you do as you're told?" she asked. "Maybe," I answered. "Eat me," she whispered, "make me come." She stretched backwards on the couch, letting go of my cock. That was an order I would enjoy obeying. I slipped her panties off over her long lovely legs, and lowered my head. She was very wet. I slowly opened her lips, kissing and licking the hot fragrant flesh. With one hand on each thigh, I spread her legs wide apart, and ran my tongue up and down her slit. She began to moan and sigh. Her clitoris was hard and sensitive, her vagina open and eager. As I licked and sucked her, I caressed her thighs and the warm naked skin of her stomach with my fingers. Slowly, very slowly, I teased the opening of her cunt with one wet finger. She made marvelous noises. As I slid the finger inside her, and her muscles tensed and loosened lovingly around it, I took my mouth from her clit and kissed her thigh, pressing my tongue into the sweet cleft where her leg joins her body. As my finger moved in and out of her, and my tongue found its way back to her pussy, she began to moan more and more urgently, on the edge of orgasm. I held her there for a few more seconds, then raised myself up over her. One finger still caressing her vagina, one thumb pressing against her clit, I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her breasts rose and fell quickly under the cotton jacket and thin silk blouse. I pressed my bare leg against her stockinged thigh. Her eyes came half-open. "I need to come," she gasped, "don't stop." I grinned. "Damn you!" she hissed. With my finger and thumb, I caressed her gently, just enough to keep her on the edge. She arched her back. I withdrew my finger from her pussy, moved my cock forward, and slid it up and down over her slit. My shaft was instantly soaked with her flowing juices. When I poked the head inside her and began to stroke, her mouth opened wide, and she came. I lowered my body onto her, my cock sliding insistently and rhythmically in and out of her spasming cunt. She came for a long time; with every stroke, I got bigger and harder within her, and sharp waves of pleasure ran through me. As she came down from her first peak, I kissed her deeply on the mouth, and she groaned, her eyes rolled up in their sockets, her full red lips closed around my tongue. The pleasure from my cock was becoming unbearable; I slid slowly in and out of her for as long as I could, bringing her again to the gasping edge of the abyss. Then, with a loud and helpless groan, I came deep in her pussy, shooting hot streams of sperm into her warm accepting cunt. With a long "Ahhhh!", she came again. For a quiet minute, we lay together on the couch, my body heavy on her. Then she whispered sharply in my ear. "Who said you could put that thing into me?" I grinned. "Maybe next time I'll put it into that gorgeous mouth, too," I said, lifting myself over her on my arms. "In your dreams," she retorted, and slipped out from under me. Before I could even find my pants, she had stashed her panties in her purse and fled the room. We avoided each other for the rest of the evening, although I tried to keep her in the corner of my eye. When I saw her in the foyer in a long black coat, talking to the host, I slipped out a side door into the quiet foggy night. Aurora moved like a shadow out of the light of the porch, and headed toward a big Lincoln touring car parked in the driveway. As she slid into the driver's seat, I opened the other door and slipped inside also. Her black eyes were wide, her hands in black leather gloves grasped the steering wheel. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. I slid my hands under her coat and drew her to me. She resisted silently for a moment, then yielded, and kissed me long and hot on the mouth. My blood began to race again; I moved my hands over her clothing, and probed her sweet mouth with my tongue. The scent of her filled the car. When we broke off, she said again, softly into my ear, "I said, what the hell are you doing here?" "Remember what I said about next time?" I asked. "Remember what I answered?" she replied, moving her hands down my chest, and finding my erect cock through my slacks. "I guess this is my dream, then." I answered, grinning. She unzipped my pants and drew out my cock, running her gloved fingers delicately around the thin skin below the head. I leaned back on the wide car seat. The glove leather was thin, smooth, and dry. "Do you really think I'm going to take this big rude thing into my mouth?" she asked, her breathing becoming heavy. She moved her fingers to the tip of my cock, and spread the drops of liquid there down over the hot shaft. I moaned. "Yes, I do," I said. "Why?" she asked, stroking my cock rhythmically with her hand. "Because you want to." This was a bit of a guess on my part; I could tell from her eyes and her breath that she wanted something, but it might not have been my cock in her throat. She groaned softly and slid down off the seat. With both gloved hands, she squeezed and caressed my cock. Then she opened her soft red lips, and began to lick it. With the tip of her tongue, she licked the tears off the end. She ran her tongue slowly and firmly up and down the shaft, which throbbed and swelled. Her eyes were closed. She pulled my pants and shorts further down, and licked my balls and the base of my cock. Her tongue moved up the shaft again, and I gasped as it moved to the head and lingered, caressing me wetly as her hand squeezed the shaft. She moaned. Then she slid her lips over me. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, and a long slow rush of pleasure moved down over me. She took me far into her, and when the head of my cock was softly embedded in her throat, she pressed her tongue along the shaft. I groaned and writhed, helplessly wrapped in ecstasy on the leather seat. I heard her chuckle as she sucked me, her thick auburn hair covering my groin. Her mouth moved on my cock for a mindless eternity. "Now, you are mine," she whispered, taking her mouth from me, and rising up onto the seat. Soft leather still encircled the base of my penis, gently squeezing in a maddening relentless rhythm. She spread her thighs and straddled me. Her panties must still have been in her purse; the thick black hair of her cunt tickled my crotch. I slid my hands under her, holding her marvelous ass. "Does this feel familiar?" she asked gleefully, lowering herself so my cock was just inside the opening of her vagina. I could not reply. She sighed deeply, and kissed me long and hard on the mouth as she slid herself fully over me, impaling her strong hot body on my staff. She was completely in control. Her hips rocked, gently raising and lowering, burying my cock deep within her, rubbing her clit urgently against the hard shaft. My mind was almost completely blanked out with pleasure; as we fucked, she kissed me, she laughed, she moaned, she drew my head to her chest, smothering me in her silk-covered breasts. I held my muscles tightly clenched, fighting against the pleasure, making it last as long as possible. Her breathing became less and less controlled, until a screaming whisper escaped her as she came, "Come, you bastard, come NOW, come in me aaaahhhhhhHHHH!" And I did come, finally losing all control and filling her again with hot white milk. She cuddled on my lap for a minute, thighs still spread wide over my exhausted cock. "Thank you for a lovely evening," she whispered, smiling. "We must do this again some time!" I said. She agreed. And, in fact, that's probably her ringing the doorbell right now. So if you two will untangle from each other and straighten out your clothes, I'll go let her in. Is there plenty of tape in the camera? My Friends the Allens -- Aurora Drake by Mark Aster The End