Blind Lust ** open for 1 male

[DangerousBeauty]

Emma Cartwright was tired. She was tired of the dating scene. She was tired of going out with men who didn't know what she wanted. She was tired of the look on men's faces when she told them her fantasies. Mostly, though, she was tired of having plain, vanilla sex with plain, vanilla men.

Emma had recently moved to a small town in the South from Houston. She hadn't realized before she'd made the move just how far behind the town was. There were lots of people, but they're sensibilities were 10 years behind Houston. No sex shops. Just a few bars. No strip clubs. Nowhere where a woman like Emma could really enjoy herself.

Emma missed Houston. Missed the men she had been with there. Missed the way one man in particular had made her feel. The darkness that surrounded him had moved into their sexual games. He'd brought her into a world of pain for pleasure. She wanted to meet another man like him. But here, in this town, she was sure that such a man didn't exist.

Emma left work one day with a co-worker and went to a bar around the corner. It was the one place she'd found in this town that fed into her baser needs, although it didn't satisfy them. The room was dark, the bar a hard wood. She slid onto one of the seats at the bar and smiled at the bartender, a woman she'd gotten to know well since she'd arrived in town.

"How you doing tonight, Emma?" the tall blond asked, placing a napkin and a martini down in front of her.

"I'm doing well tonight. Work week is over," Emma said, smoothing down her auburn hair and wrapping her slender fingers around the glass. She pulled the drink to her red lips and let out a moan of pleasure as the liquid went down her throat. Her brown eyes twinkled in delight.

"Not many guys in here yet," the bartender said, nodding to the room.

Emma sighed and turned on her barstool to look around the room. She crossed her legs and her black skirt hitched higher on her shapely thighs, showing just a small amount of the lace at the top of her stockings. Taking another drink, she sighed, her larger-than-average breasts pressing tightly against the bodice of her dress. Her silver necklace fell into the valley of her breasts, drawing attention to her ample cleavage revealed by the v-neck of her dress.

"I think you're right, Belle," Emma said, turning back to the bartender.

OOC: Waiting for one guy ... PM me your idea for a character or for details on what I'm looking for.

 

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Trent put out his cigarette on the ground as he stepped out of his car, running his eyes over the cherried black mustang to make sure it was still in pristine shape. With a bored yawn he pulled the black sunglasses off his head, tossing them into the glove box before closing the door with a heavy thud. He dusted himself off, his black cowboy boots crunching the gravel underneath him as he approached the dimly lit bar.

Trent was often told that he looked a bit like Johnny Cash in his younger days and Trent had done his best to fill that image. He was what most people would call a drifter, though he preferred to just think of himself as a soul infected with wanderlust. He roamed from place to place, across the country, making his way however he could. He was also a confidence man. Blessed with a silver tongue he made sure he never went hungry, no matter what town he was in. It was the reason he was in this small town now. Not to make more money, but to escape an angry husband whose wife had been more than happy to sign over half their fortune to a very friendly salesman. So he'd left town before things could get out of hand.

He opened the door to the bar, slipping into the darkened room. Looked like his type of place he thought as he stepped through the shadows, heading towards the bar. He threw the bartender a smile as he took a seat at the other end, glancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing a pensive feminine looking figure seated at the far end conversating lowly with a friend. "What'll ya have?" The barkeep asked as he ran his eyes across the collection of booze lining the back wall. "Wild Turkey on the rocks." He said simply. "And the next drink the ladies at the end there order put on my tab too." He laid down a benjamin on the hard dark wood of the bar. "Use that till it runs out." He said with a grin as he took his drink and rose, moving to a small booth at the rear of the bar, deep in the shadows, but light enough to allow the two ladies to see him once they ordered again.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

Welcome gagonthis ** story closed

Emma noticed the man as he stepped into the bar. His cowboy boots make loud thumps on the hard wood of the floor. Every thump seemed to move from the floor through her barstool and into her. She watched him sit down in the corner as Belle came over to her.

"The gentleman over there has told me to buy y'all a drink," she said, smiling.

My friend shook her head. "Can't stay unfortunately. Bruce is taking me out to dinner. Sorry, Em," she said and kissed my cheek. "Talk to you Monday at work?" she asked and left before Emma had a chance to answer.

"How about you Emma?" Belle asked, noticing my empty glass.

Emma smiled at Belle and turned back to look at the man in the corner. "Yes, please. I'll need to be appropriately liquored up to endure another night home alone later."

Belle went to make Emma's drink as Emma watched the man in the corner. She could feel his eyes on her. Belle tapped her shoulder and Emma took the drink, raising it in a silent thank-you for his buying it for her. Removing the olive, she took a long pull on the cold liquid and smiled before pulling the olive from the pick.

The cold liquid turned warm on its way down her body and she shuddered at the feeling of it, enjoying the smoothness. Her body began to heat up, a sure sign she was on her way to tipsy. Her nipples hardened at the warmth inside her. She loved it when that happened. She loved her hard nipples. Truth be told she loved to see a lucious pair of breasts bared for her, nipples standing proud.

Emma was pulled from her enjoyment of her drink by a man coming and putting a hand on her leg.

"What's a pretty young thing doing sitting all by your lonesome?" the man slurred, the alcohol on his breath nearly knocking her out. His hand was clammy enough she could feel it through her stockings. She turned to face the balding, overweight businessman and smiled her syrupy sweet Texas girl smile.

"I'm not lonesome, doll. I'm just waiting for my boyfriend," she said, hoping the man believed her and left her alone. All thoughts of the stranger in cowboy boots fled her brain as she tried to extract the businessman's hand from her knee.

 

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Trent watched the women at the bar, his eyes really only on the one in the dark dress. The other was attractive enough, but looked like your typical small town girl. Trent had seen enough of that one in the past few weeks and was due for a change. So it was with no small relief that the other lady rose and said her goodbyes to the red haired beauty at the bar. He sat sipping slowly on his drink as he watched the woman move. He licked his lips as he felt the alcohol racing through his blood, warming him up, making him feel a bit more loose.

He smiled a small smile as she raised her drink to him in thanks. Most others would get up at this point, now that she had accepted his implied invitation, but he remained seated. Jumping the gun on the approach was a rookie mistake. He had bought her the drink to let her enjoy it. Plus he knew she would be much more interested in him after she had finished the drink anyhow. He contented himself with watching her once more. The way she drank was an erotic act in and of itself. Plump red lips kissing the rim of the glass, body giving out an almost unnoticeable quiver as the liquid entered her body. Trent's smile deepened. This was a woman who knew pleasure. This was a woman after his own heart, one who truly knew how to enjoy life. What she was doing in a town like this was beyond him.

She pulled the olive off the pick, her lips wrapping around it slowly. Trent nearly groaned as he watched her, imagining the things those lips could do to his body. He was brought out of his fantasies though as a large man slid up besides her, he was slightly crestfallen, thinking the woman's boyfriend or husband had shown up. He was sure he could get her anyway. It would just make the whole thing slightly more difficult. He need not have worried though, the man was just another Texas drunk, thinking a pickup truck and a bad fitting suit made him a Casanova. He smiled as he saw his opportunity to step in and play white knight with the woman.

Rising from his seat he stepped forward, towards the leering man and the annoyed woman. As he approached closer he could see what would draw the drunk man towards her. She was a full bodied woman, curves in all the right places, and the dress showed them off to full effect. He hadn't managed to catch her name earlier, but he figured neither had Mr. Boozie. So he simply stuck his head between the two of them, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Hey Mary. Sorry I'm late." He tossed her a conspiratorial wink. "Did you start without me? Oh sorry, excuse me." He said to the drunk businessman as he grumbled and stumbled away.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

Emma fought to not gasp as the stranger kissed her cheek, his lips softer than she'd have expected. She turned to face him and smiled.

"Sorry, darlin'. I guess I did get a little jump on you," she said, and watched the drunken businessman wander away.

The stranger's body remained close to hers and she could feel the heat emanating from him. Involuntarily, she rubbed her legs together as her clit let out a pulse of excitement. He smelled delicious. A manly scent that couldn't be found in any bottle.

Extending her hand to the seat vacated by her friend earlier, she smiled. "I'm Emma, by the way," she whispered as she leaned in close to him. "And thank you for the drink and the save just now."

The skin of his neck jumped at his pulse point with each beat of his heart and she wondered what he tasted like there, what his kiss would feel like on her lips. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone, she was getting turned on just from the way his leg brushed against hers.

 

[gagonthis]

Her skin felt smooth under his lips and he felt a little jolt of electricity bounce through his body as he pulled the kiss away from her cheek. This was going to be a rewarding evening after all he thought to himself with a silent chuckle. He never doubted himself. He'd have her tonight. He grinned as he took the seat next to her, taking her hand in his, feeling the soft skin of her palm. "I'm Trent, and please allow me to buy you another." He said with a wave towards the bartender. "Another for the lady and one for me as well." He turned back towards her, favoring her one of his best smiles. He kissed the back of her hand before letting it go.

"Don't mention it." He said in response to her thanks. "If anything I should be thanking him. I had my eye on you since I walked in. He just gave me the chance I needed to come and sit with you." He thanked the barkeep as she dropped another couple of drinks off with them. He picked his up, sipping it slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he drank. He saw her flush slightly as she sipped hers, could tell she was on her way to being drunk, her body was loosening up and Trent watched the way she reacted to his advances. She was needful, he could tell that much, but he wondered just how open she was. He leaned in close to her, his breath hot on her skin as he whispered seductively into her ear. "I can tell by the way you move you are a woman of pleasures... what are you doing in a place like this...?"

 

[DangerousBeauty]

Emma finished the first drink he'd bought her and started on the other, again removing the olive and taking a taste from the glass before biting into the olive. The saltiness of it exploded on her tongue and she moaned in delight, licking her lips and watching him. She was aroused just by his nearness, more than she'd been with anyone in a long time. She coyly opened her legs a bit as he leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"I can tell by the way you move you are a woman of pleasures... what are you doing in a place like this...?"

She purred softly as his breath caressed her ear and watched him closely, taking another long pull of her drink.

"I'm in town because of my job and this place is the only one in town that I feel comfortable in. Not too many drunk hillbillies around to grope at me. Although I do need a good groping," she said and blushed.

 

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Trent smiled a predator's smile as she purred at the sound of his words in her ear. His eyes glanced downwards, taking in the welcome sight of her ample cleavage and hard nipples straining against the fabric of her dress. She was well on her way to finishing her third drink as he sipped on his second his second. The alcohol had put a flush in her face, caused her breath to come a bit deeper, opened her up a more primal sensual side. Trent liked that, and with each breath she took, chest rising and lowering he imagined her in the throes of passion, his manhood straining against his pants as he did.

He listened to her answer closely, his eyebrow rising slightly when she mumbled the last part, noticing her legs spreading ever so slightly. He knew what she was thinking right now, and he brought his fingers up, the tips tracing a line up the side of her neck as he took another sip of his whiskey. "A little groping is always a nice thing. Especially after a long hard day on the job." He said, placing emphasis on the word hard as he took another draw off his drink. "Perhaps we could get to know each other and see what can be arranged..."

 

[DangerousBeauty]

Emma sucked in a breath as his hand slid up her neck. His touch was warm, his fingers rough. She imagined the work he did to get fingers like that, working outside with his hands, his shirt off, his body covered in sweat from the sun overhead. It was dark in the room and she couldn't tell, but in her fantasy, he was tanned, his body well-muscled. She let her mind wander briefly to the thought of her hands moving over his body, caressing his muscles.

"A little groping is always a nice thing. Especially after a long hard day on the job. Perhaps we could get to know each other and see what can be arranged ..."

His voice sent tingles up her spine and she moaned softly, the emphasis on the word hard causing her eyes to dart down to his pants. She placed a hand on his leg and smiled at him, finishing her drink and licking her lips.

"I think I'd love to get to know you real well, darlin'," she said, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed when the Southern drawl she'd worked hard to get rid of came out of her mouth.

 

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Trent grinned as her body responded to his touch. She was alive with arousal, he could practically feel the heat coming off her body and his own skin tingled with electricity. He'd rolled into this town hoping to wet his whistle and move on, he hadn't expected to find something so delicious in such a backwards little village. His fingers continued tracing lines on her neck, moving down her shoulder as he watched her lips move. Plump and red, they held promises of hidden pleasures. He watched her chest heaved her heavy breathes, and he let out a low almost unheard growl as he watched her perky nipples rubbing against the sheer material she wore. He ached to have her, more than he had any woman in some time. Still he knew not to jump the gun. He could have her melting for him. He was sure of it.

Her moan caressed his ears, set the hairs on the back of his neck on end. His manhood twitched as her hand rested on his leg, his hardened member straining to reach it. For a moment he wondered who was playing who, but he quickly let that thought slip away. Trent was always in control, and she was just another mark, though he wasn't planning on taking any money from her, there were other pleasures he was focused on. He leaned over, best smile flashing on his face as he rested his hand upon her upper thigh, softly touching the skin between her dress and stocking. "I'll tell ya what love." He said softly. "I'm going to get another drink, then change the music on the 'box," He said pointing to the decripit looking music machine in the corner. "Why don't you join me in the back in a moment..?" He said, letting his finger run up her inner thigh before rising and moving to the back.

He smiled at the bartender, asking for another drink, same as before, he took it, winking at Emma as he went towards the rear of the bar, popping in what little change he had on him into the jukebox, putting on an old Johnny Cash song, following it up with the little bit of good music they had at the joint. He then took a seat in the very back, deep in the shadows as he waited for her to take the bait.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

"I'll tell ya what love. I'm going to get another drink, then change the music on the 'box. Why don't you join me in the back in a moment ...?"

She watched him walk over to the jukebox, drink in hand, and she damn near had to stop herself from crawling across the floor over to him. Everything about him, from his walk to the sound of his voice, to the way he sipped his drink just screamed sex and she wanted to scream right back.

She ordered herself another drink, asking for an extra olive and quickly checked her makeup. Smiling at Belle, she took her drink and sauntered over to the back booth, feeling the tops of her thighs rustling against her dress. Her nipples pressed tighter against her top and her pussy was soaking. She ached to have him inside her, but she was determined to not make a fool of herself trying to get him there.

She could tell that he had what she was looking for where sex was concerned, could tell that he embraced the dark, slightly depraved side of pleasure. She hoped she'd get a chance to see for herself just how depraved.

 

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Trent had played this game so many times that it all came naturally. He felt the way her eyes were glued on his body as he rose. He could feel the intense need coming off her as he put himself out of reach, sauntering across the darkened room. He smiled as he sat in the back, sipping on his glass of whiskey as he watched her order another drink, part of him surprised that she was still standing after so many, but also knowing it would just make his task that much easier.

He had his feet up on the chair on the other side of the booth, his toe tapping a rhythm to the song playing as she walked towards him. He watched her intently, the way her hips moved, her ass swaying as she approached. He scooted over in one smooth motion to give her room to sit next to him, shadows engulfing them, cloaking any torrid actions that might occur in darkness.

He raised his drink towards hers, clinking his glass with hers as he leaned in close, hand kneading the flesh on her warm thigh gently. "To small towns and hidden pleasures..." He whispered, his fingers traveling higher up her thighs.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

"To small towns and hidden pleasures ..."

His whisper nearly had her moaning. Or was it his fingers traveling up her thighs? The drinks she'd had that night were having their way with her brain, making her more loose than she'd normally be with a perfect stranger. But there was something about him that made her want to fuck him, right then, right there, in that booth, in the shadows.

She clinked her glass with his and drank her martini down in one drink before placing the olive on her tongue and bringing it into her mouth. Her legs spread for his fingers under the table and she ran a hand up his thigh to the hard ridge in his pants, massaging it slowly, her eyes never leaving his.

 

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Trent breathed heavily into Emma's ears as his fingertips teased up and down her thigh, moving further and further up with each stroke. He watched her head fall backwards, the alcohol finally beginning to affect his senses as well, causing him to feel light headed as the blood rushed away from his head towards other parts demanding attention. He watched as her body quivered underneath his touch and he licked his lips as he leaned in close to her, his lips tracing up her neck and back to her ear, his tongue flicking the earlobe as his voice whispered softly in her ear again.

"My name is Trent." He said quietly, his words smooth like silk. "I'm a drifter, exploring all the pleasures I can find in life. And I want you to be my pleasure tonight. Now I feel we've gotten to know each other well enough..." He trailed off on the last sentence as his fingers crept higher up her thigh, slipping under her panties to rub at her pussy, not at all surprised by how wet it already was. His other hand came up and grasped at her breast, groping her roughly but sensually as he played with her hardened nipple.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

Sorry. Dog literally chewed through my cable at home ... can only get on at work

"My name is Trent. I'm a drifter, exploring all the pleasures I can find in life. And I want you to be my pleasure tonight. Now I feel we've gotten to know each other well enough ..."

Emma moaned and spread her legs further as Trent's expert fingers found her wet and wanting. She arched her back slightly as he began to massage her breasts. The alcohol and his nearness seemed to be working on taking down her walls and all she could think about was that she wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck him right there.

Leaning over, she kissed him, slipping her tongue against his, pressing her breast further against his hand, her own hand moving to massage his throbbing cock beneath his pants.

"I don't know, baby," she breathed against his the skin on his neck. "I think you and I could get to know each other REALLY well, if you wanted."

 

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Trent let out a groan of his own, what he hoped would be the first of many she would coax out of his body by the end of the night, as her hand rubbed his clothed erection, causing it to twitch slightly. He was going much faster than he normally did in these situations, his fingers already inside her, massaging her, rubbing up and down her clit, pinching it gently. Her breasts heaved as he massaged her nipples, pulling them and squeezing them. His lips found her neck, kissing and biting gently, his tongue trailing on her silky skin.

His hand came out of her, grasping her panties and pulling them down her body. "A dark corner in a seedy bar, sounds like the perfect place for dark deeds to take place." He whispered into her ear, his eyes looking ahead, seeing the bartender at the bar very conspicuously not looking their way. His hand snaked back between her legs, rubbing roughly at her as his hand slipped down the front of her dress, grasping at her large breasts greedily. He smiled evilly as he thought about the things he could make her do, as wet as she was for him.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

She whimpered as he removed his hands from her, only to gasp at the feeling of her silky underwear leaving her body. Her pussy felt exposed now, as if there was a flashing sign on it say "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She kept her hand at his cock and massaged him further, slipping the zipper down slowly and sliding her hand inside his pants and pulling him free.

"A dark corner in a seedy bar, sounds like the perfect place for dark deeds to take place."

She moaned at his words, his fingers dipping back inside her, his other hand on her breasts. She arched her back toward him, stroking him hard, wanting to feel her effect on him. She was so wet his fingers were slipping easily into her, his fingers finding her throbbing clit. She leaned in and kissed him again, her free hand pulling at the stretchy bodice of her top, baring her breasts for him.

 

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Trent let out a low moan of his own, his controlling grip on the situation dangerously close to slipping as he grip on his cock made him shudder in pleasure. He lifted his hips up slightly, unintentionally, his body reaching towards her as he hand worked his hard shaft like a woman possessed. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus, trying to ignore the hunger building inside his cock.

Trent's fingers kept playing inside her soaking cunt, the movements coming easily as she groaned and bucked against him. He kissed her passionately as she leaned over, pulling her top down, baring her magificent breasts, heaving with each stroke of his fingers inside her. His free hand came up and grasped her right breast roughly, fingers pinching and rolling the nipple around. Her heavy breathing spoke volumes as to the effect his touch was having on her. This was a woman who had known the pleasures of good sex and then been denied it for quite some time Trent thought to himself.

Her groans and moans were starting to attract a different sort of attention than just Trent's. He saw the bartender, the tall blonde, squinting in their direction, trying to penetrate the shadows that surrounded the back of the establishment and tell what was going on in the back of her bar. She knew, she'd seen it happen more than once, though not as often as used to in the big city bars she had worked.

"Looks like we have an audience..." Trent whispered softly into Emma's ears. "Want to put on a little show for her?" He asked, grinning mischievously as he continued sliding his fingers in and out, drawing her closer and closer to a forbidden orgasm.

 

[DangerousBeauty]

Emma felt Trent's hand roughly on her breast, his fingers moving into her deeper, over and over again. Her hips bucked against his hands and she cried out, drawing the attention of the bartender.

"Looks like we have an audience ... Want to put on a show for her?"

She heard him whisper in hear ear and it drove her closer to her pleasure high. She wanted more of him, was desperate to come for him, to release herself on him. She turned her face to his and kissed him hard, her tongue thrusting against his, drawing it into her own mouth, arching her back and thrusting her breasts at him.

"OH GOD. Yesssssss, yessssssss, let me bad with you," she said as she ripped her mouth from his and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock from his pants, stroking him faster. "Mmmmm, God, I fucking love your cock. I want to feel it buried inside me."