Black Lace

I'd seen her around but kept thinking "She's not my type". The two tone hair, half jet black and half whatever the color of the week was, done in a chunked style. The dark lipstick and the eccentric wardrobe. She wasn't shy about who she was but I'd brushed her off as some girl with daddy issues and left it at that.

I ran into her at the park and she was having some trouble getting her dog to come to her. I squatted down and signaled for him to come to me as he was about 30 yards ahead of her and she had a bit of panic in her voice. It struck me as odd that she's in tight jeans, her hair pulled back in a black and violet bun, and a blouse I can only describe as designed to show off her curves. This was not standard park attire and just another excuse for me to brush her off.

The dog came to me, more that he was tired of running than anything. She caught up, herself nearly out of breath, and began yelling at the dog as if I weren't squatting down in front of her stroking his head. I wasn't about to say anything simply to see if I was right that she was a little left of center.

I think it was my staring at her that she finally said "Look, I'm sorry - I'm just upset - I can't get him to listen to me". Obviously. "That's alright, he still looks like a puppy, it just takes time" was the best I could do. She begins petting the dog as she puts the leash back on and says "My name's Laurie and you look awfully familiar".

She was right on the money, we work in the same office park. I see her sometimes when I'm going to lunch or coming into the building in the morning. I look about like every other Tom, Dick, or Harry that works in my division so I really am not offended she doesn't pinpoint where she knows me from.

"Yeah, I've seen you around the office building where I work. I'm stuck on the 14th floor - you've got to be higher you always stay on the elevator". Yeah, that didn't sound like Rainman or a stalker. I notice her smiling at me and I can't help but smile back. She's really pretty though it's easy for me to dismiss when the lipstick is loud, the lip is pierced, and the hair is like a goth pinwheel. From this vantage point though, there is a softness about her that I can't help but find appealing.

"Well" she starts "since you saved Lestat from certain doom, I think it's fair that I buy you a coffee".

Lestat, that was her dog. I should have guessed that.

"Sure, coffee would be great" I lied, it's 87 degrees outside and coffee wouldn't be great but she offered and I like the way she's looking at me. Can't hurt to chase this down and see what happens, right? "How about the Starbucks over there - I'm not usually a fan but it's the only coffee joint that I know of around here".

She grins like she knows something I don't. "Nah, no Starbucks for me - I know this great place a few blocks down the road. It's more my style and besides, you just said you don't like Starbucks".

Sounded good to me, so Laurie, Lestat, and yours truly walked over to where she left her belongings before she had to take off after him. Backpack, iPod, sketch pads, some new vampire book, and a bit of black lace.

I watched as she affixed the black lace around her neck, something akin to a garter and a choker all mixed together. I begin to assess the situation, I'm here in running shorts, a t-shirt from a former company, and some old running shoes - she looks like we're getting ready to go to a get together in Anne Rice's basement. The smile though, never leaves her lips.

"This way, just a couple of blocks" she said and began the trek.

This coffee shop was as typical of a mom and pop style coffee house as you can get. Art for sale on the wall, open mic poetry and prose, while folks with dreads, and the attire was about half hippy and half goth. I've never seen so much tye-dye and leather in one place together.

"Two mochachinos, extra shots of expresso, and no whipped cream on either". That's what I heard her tell the liberal arts student behind the counter while I was trying to take this whole scene in. I felt her tap on my shoulder and tell me to have a seat on the red vinyl love seat in the corner and if I'd take Lestat she'd bring the drinks.

Fair deal. I make my way past the small sea of humanity to the corner couch and sit down and the dog lays down on the floor in front of me. "It'll just be a few minutes on the coffee, mind if I sit beside you?".

"No.. no not at all" I say, as if there were any other place near me to sit. She slides her backpack off and puts it between us and opens it up. "Want to see what I do when I'm not at the office?".

"Sure, yeah, that'd be cool". She opens up her sketch book and there are some rather good drawings and paintings of various subjects, but the hybrid pin-up girl/bondage sets sort of get my attention more than the dragons, vampires, and doodles about how life is meaningless.

"Wow, so you drew these? You've got some talent". She went on to explain to me that she mixes experiences with fantasy and that's her primary inspiration. I was sort of tuning in and out when I hear her say "...yeah, it's hard to find a guy that can keep up with my kinks".

Before I could stop myself I sort of blather "Your kinks?"

She giggles a little, which was better than I'd expected. "Yeah, my kinks. It goes beyond the normal ass smacking and neck biting - I need a little more to get off. Most guys either are scared of me or scared they'll break me - is it too much for a girl to ask that her ass get a good paddling every now and then?".

I instantly wanted her. I think my grin might have given it away. "A smirk - that can mean one of two things. You think you can give me what I need or you think I'm a freak and want to run for the door. I'll give you two options - you can give me what I need or you can head outta here. Either way, it doesn't change anything - I'm still going to get off after you in the elevator and hang out in the park - but maybe when you see me Monday, if you do a good job, I'll be smiling".

I pretended to be weighing my options and she leaned in close as the waitress was delivering our drinks and said "I know you want me.. I'm yours for just one night. You will have to do as I say though - promise me you won't hold back and I'll promise you the best night you've had on this earth...fuck the coffee, lets go back to my place".

Without a word I stood up, grabbed the dog, and headed for the door. She was right behind me with backpack in tow.

Three blocks later we're at a run down apartment building in the middle of downtown. We had to walk three flights of stairs and to the end of the hallway before she announced "this is me" as she was unlocking the door.

As soon as the door opened and I took the leash off the dog she pushed me backwards on the couch. Not a light push but a shove and gave a look that says 'don't move, just watch'. She let her hair down and it fell about halfway down her back. It was almost hypnotic the jet black and the dark purple over such pail skin. She began to unbutton her shirt and stopped four buttons down as her breasts broke free from the shirt and standing taut in their see-thru mesh bra. Her nipples were pierced and beginning to harden from the cool air in her apartment. She kicked off her shoes and revealed her feet to be in black stockings and slid her jeans to the ground. Her body revealed covered by black thigh high stockings and matching panties to her bra.

She motioned for me to follow her. By this time my heart was racing and I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I'd seen this woman for six months at the office but had officially known her for an hour and we're back at her place and I've seen every body part she had to offer.

She was three steps ahead of me in the bedroom when she spun around and grabbed my tshirt and pulled it off me. She leans in tight and as I try to kiss her she slaps me hard across the mouth.

"I told you, do as I say and you'll have a good time. Anything else and you go home, got it?"

"Yeah..sure.." was all I could mumble. My face was on fire and I was a little confused. It's sort of a tradition to make out before sex as far as I was concerned. As if to distract me from my thoughts "Sit down on the bed, I need to take your shoes off". A brief second I thought about saying "I can do that, no need" but the burning in my cheek told me to sit down on the bed.

She untied my shoes and pulled off my socks and neatly tucked them at the foot of the bed. "Stand up - you've got too many clothes on still". On cue I stand up and my gym shorts and boxers fall to the ground as she pulls them off.

I'm standing there quite naked and a little confused but that quickly passes when she finishes unbuttoning her blouse and pulls it off. I feel her hand grab my cock and begin stroking it. She leans in and whispers "I bet you'd like me to suck on this... feel it sliding in and out of my mouth.. tell me to suck your dick...."

"Wha.." before I could finish she puts her other hand over my mouth and simultaneously stops stroking. "The only words I want to hear from you are "Suck my dick - and I want you to mean it - any sounding like an unsure pussy will end this right now". I was beginning to understand why she might not find a man able to handle her kinks - but this grew my resolve.

"Suck my dick" and on command she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. No hands, they were both now grabbing the back of my thighs. I nearly lost my balance from the sensation I got she she started rubbing her tongue all over the head of my dick.

"You like that... mmmm.. I love the taste of your cock in my mouth...you're making me so wet..." were phrases she allowed herself when she'd stop for a second between thrusts.

I grabbed the back of her head, mostly by habit, and I felt the slightest pressure of teeth. She got up from her knees and said "We need to teach you to play by the rules. I told you to let me suck your dick, not grab my head"

She opened the top drawer of her night stand and pulled out a riding crop. The moment of truth. "You're going to let me teach you how to play by the rules, unless you're ready to go". She wasn't kidding around. I had options.. say "I've had enough" and leave - or take my licks and see what else she had in store.

"Teach me".

She grinned, she knew what I was going to say. She liked this game. "Put your hands up against the wall and spread your legs" she motioned to the wall nearest the left side of the bed.

I heard the sound of the crop swinging through the air it felt like an eternity before I felt it hit my ass. I tensed up and inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. Twice more the same sensation ran up my body.

"Turn around" she said matter-of-factly. "You must like that your dick is still hard. Let me see what we can do to help keep it that way". She grabbed me and began stroking again nearly purring in my hear "fuck me in my ass...play with my clit and pull my hair while you do it.. don't be easy on me..." and without so much as a kiss on the lips she takes her panties off and bends over the footboard. She had produced a bottle of lube from the bed, which I assume she tossed there when she pulled out the riding crop, and started massaging it between her ass cheeks. "Fuck me.. fuck me now or leave". I walked up behind her and began to rub her clit with one hand as I positioned myself in the right spot. Slowly I pushed my dick inside her. The farther I went in the louder she moaned. I grabbed a hand full of black and purple hair and pulled back as I began to thrust with no regard for tenderness. She groaned with delight as I began massaging her clit while I continued this savage, primal, and untamed rhythm. "Fuck me.. oh God.. fuck me harder... don't stop... slap my ass". Before I even realized I was doing it I laid into her right ass cheek with an open palm slap. "OH fuck me.. oh that's so good.. harder.. spank me".

Almost hypnotized now in this state of lust. There is no holding back, no turning back, and no stopping us. My hand stings from smacking her ass and our bodies are covered in sweat. The room smells of sex and all I can hear is her voice dripping with desire for me to not stop until I cum. "I want you to cum in my ass... oh baby, cum inside me"

That was all I needed to hear as I let myself go, no holding back, I dug into her waist with my hands as I climaxed and exploded inside her. "Mmmmmm" was all I heard her say when I finally stopped.

My heart still racing and my head a little dizzy she turns around and says "eat me" as she walks to the side of the bed and lays down. Her stocking covered legs dangle over the side, inviting me to kneel between them. She spread her smooth lips open and her bright pink slit was dripping. I didn't hesitate before dropping to my knees and assaulting her with my tongue. I hungrily lapped her up and rolled her clit around with my tongue. I spread her legs apart farther and began sucking her clit, in and out, before once again flicking it back and forth.

I found the pace she wanted - I could tell as she moaned and used both hands to pull my head, locking me between her thighs. I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world except licking her little goth pussy. I felt her clinch and her breathing became heavy "more.. more.. yes.. oh.. I'm cumming.." were the only words I could make out before she let out a primal scream and grabbed two hand fulls of my hair. I felt her vaginal walls tighten and relax several times before she relinquished her grip on my head.

"You may kiss me now" she said as we both rose to our feet. I leaned in and kissed her and felt her tongue slip past my slippery lips.

"With a little practice, I think you'll do" she said "but for now, you've got to go home. My girlfriend Samantha gets home soon and I need to clean up".

I wanted to say something but she cut me off "Look, sometimes I just need cock. I love her, but you've got the parts I wanted. You seemed like a safe responsible guy - besides, I know where you work. When I need it again, I'll leave a memo in your inbox. For now though, you've got to go, we wouldn't want to get into trouble now would we? Besides, you've just scratched the tip of what I can do...."