This is a work of erotic fiction. This work may contain description of sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults and children (both consensual and non-consensual). If you are turned off by such works, leave now. The author, bentspoon, exerts his rights over this work and wishes to be known as the owner of this piece of literature. You are free to read and distribute his works provided it is clearly mentioned on all copies that he is the author of the work. If you are still here I guess you really want to read, welcome aboard. --- Chapter 2 Maya moved about the house impatiently as she waited for her Rajiv to leave to work. Her panties were wet from the anticipation of being with The Raven. She suddenly realized that she didn't know his name. She reminded herself to ask him. "I'm leaving", Rajiv called to her. She quickly joined him at the door where she gave him the customary kiss. She watched him get into the elevator. After locking the door she went to the balcony and watched him drive away, from behind the curtains. Then she rushed to the bedroom and took off her clothes. She stood in the very same position she had on the previous day, hoping that The Raven was watching her. Then she took a bath and dressed herself. She wore a dress which buttoned down the front and reached just above her knee. The dress clung to her figure and she knew it made her look inviting. Then she waited. It was almost an hour before the doorbell rang. Maya jumped off her seat and rushed to the door and opened it. "You look like you have been waiting anxiously", The Raven smiled at her. "Nothing like that", she replied, not wanting to let on just how much she was looking forward to being taken by him. "May I come in?" he asked. She suddenly realized that they were still at the door. She moved aside and let him come in. "You look good in that dress", he told her. She blushed as she murmured her thanks for his compliment. He reached out and cupped her left breast. Softly he pressed them and she felt bolts of lightening shoot through her. She couldn't believe that she was committing adultery. If some one were to have told her two days ago that she would be fucking behind her husband's back, she would have vehemently denied it. What surprised her most was how simple it all was. It had all just happened, and she had merely let the tide carry her. For a moment, just a fleeting moment she was scared, but then she felt his arms go around her and then there was just lust. "Fuck me", she whispered to him. "My, my, you are such a slut", he mocked her as his hands went beneath her skirt and felt her wetness. Their lips met, the kiss was lingering and urgent at the same time. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and let it roam. She felt his manhood press against her. They broke the kiss and she led him to the bedroom. He turned her around to face him and began to undo her buttons. After unbuttoning her till the waist he slid the dress off her. Her senses were so heightened that she heard the crumple of the dress as it hit the floor. He turned her away from him, unclasped her bra and peeled it off. Then he knelt and took off her panties. She had never been naked before any man but her husband. She had expected to be shy, but right now all she felt was the need to be taken by the stranger kneeling behind her. She felt his hand on her back, pushing her forward. She bent over at her waist and supported herself on the bed. He moved her legs apart and she felt his tongue on her cunt. He lapped straight and long. His tongue running from the top of her cunt, through the gash between her cunt lips and to the base. He kept it up for a while and then he lengthened his stroke so it ended at her anus. She moaned as her first orgasm filled her senses. She had always dreamt of a man pleasing her orally, but this was way, way beyond her imagination. After the orgasm passed she felt him stand up. She was too scared to move. He sat on the bed and looked at her. "Liked it?" he asked. She went down on her knees and buried her head in the bed. "I never knew it could be that beautiful", he muffled voice carried to him. "You've never had oral sex?" "I've taken his, and I always wanted him to lick me, but I never gathered up the courage to ask and he never volunteered." He turned her face to him and kissed her on her lips. "With me, you can tell me all your fantasies and deepest desires. Hold nothing back. Okay?" She nodded, they kissed again. As they kissed she began undoing his pants and helped him out of them. She held his long hard penis in her grasp as they continued kissed. As her tongue roamed his mouth, she could taste her cum in him, it made the kiss even more erotic. After the broke apart, she put her head on his lap and began to tease his cock-head with the tip of her tongue. He moaned his appreciation. She reached forward and took his head into her mouth and sucked on it. She held it by the base and began to go at it more earnestly. She had sucked her husband, but in the need to be prim and proper she had never really done it with any gusto. But here things were different and she let it slip all the way into her throat. She felt like a slut and that felt good, her cunt was already tingling for more. When he noticed her tiring her stopped her and pulled her up on to the bed. She lay on her back and raised her legs outspread in the air. He got between her legs and she felt his organ at the entrance of her cunt. Her cunt was wet and his penis was slick with her spittle, it slid in easily. He began pumping into her. Both of them held each other's gaze as they felt themselves being pulled deeper into the unholy alliance. Her lips parted and short, sexy grunts began to emanate from her. He watched as her tongue darted out from time to time to wet her lips which were dried by the air coming from her mouth. This was better than he had expected. He reached for her nipple with his lips and began sucking on it as he fucked her. "Yes", she moaned. He felt her hands reach behind him and play with his balls. He increased him tempo. "Yes, yes, yes, come in me, come with me", she urged him. He went faster. "Oh God! This is so good, Cum in me", she pleaded and he kept going. "Are you protected?" he asked as he humped her. "No" "Then you don't mind me cumming in you?" They slowed down. "Cum in my mouth, but wait for me to cum first." He nodded and gathered up pace again. `What am I doing?', she thought. `I'm asking him to cum in my mouth'. The thought was at the same time sexy and dirty and it brought her to her orgasm. He felt her cunt muscles squeeze on his penis, her eyes closed shut, and her breathing tightened. He kept up the pumping, and soon she relaxed her hold. He looked at her tongue and her lips and his mind painted a picture for him, a picture of her cum stained face. "I'm cumming", he told her. Her mind was in a whirl, she wasn't so sure about taking him in her mouth any more. But the look on his face indicated that he was not thinking about anything else. He pulled out of her and she sat up as if on automatic. She saw his penis in front of her face, he was furiously beating it, coaxing his sperm out, and then it happened. She watched the sperm shoot out of him, to her it all seemed like slow-motion. The first ribbon landed on the bridge of her nose, she opened her mouth and the second one on her lips. She could taste the cum as her tongue licked it off her lips. Then a third and a fourth and then it became a dribble. She was shocked as her hand came up to her face and scooped all the cum it could find into her mouth. This was not her. Then she reached out and took the head of his penis and sucked it clean. Then there was silence. Slowly it dawned on her. She had done it. It was no longer just a chat, nor was it just a one time fuck. She had given herself completely to a stranger. What was worse was that she had enjoyed it. Her mind was in a whirl, feeling at the same time pleasure, sinful, good, bad, elated, and angry. "Would you mind terribly if I asked you to leave now? I just need to work things out in my head", she told him. He nodded and began to get dressed. They didn't speak. She saw him to the door and watched as he waited for the elevator. The elevator clinked its arrival and he opened the door. "Wait", she called out. He turned to look at her. "What's your name?" she asked him. "The Raven", he smiled and walked in. -- Comments, brickbats and praise are welcome at bentspoon@excite.com