Darkest Desires Unfolded

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DeepBlue89

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-- CLOSED for TirithIre and I --



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Maybe is a powerful word.
Sometimes, you should just be happy with what you have. Maybe I should have had that mentality when I was living back in the suburbs in Illinois; a town in the middle of nowhere, with an endless sprawl of near identical houses filled with people with near identical lifestyles. In retrospect, I believe the cause of me lashing out was because deep down, I wanted to be a little bit different compared to everybody else that lived here. Deep in my heart, I didn't want to fall in that routine - the you know the one - finish high school, go to college, get married, have kids and retire. Working a staple office job, nine to five, and coming back home. I saw what this did to people first hand, with my dad having a midlife crisis, buying a Porsche with money we did not have and leaving our family after some waitress gave him some attention. It could be that I had a bit of daddy issues, seeing as this all happened about ten years ago - as well as the reason why I was having these thoughts now when I was just eighteen years old. Maybe if those events hadn't transpired maybe I wouldn't have dropped out of senior year of high school two weeks ago and attempted to make some big break in Los Angeles. Maybe I wouldn't be sitting here in some greyhound bus on my way to a city that I've never been to, to crash in someone's place that I haven't seen in two years.

Thinking back, this all started after I contacted Sheryl. She was the more rebellious kind of spirit; a year ahead of me in school, she always found herself in the center of some big mess. She came from a single parent family too, so when we had met during detention we had a lot to bond over. She's actually the one that put into my head that living here was going to be such a drag and that she was going to make an attempt to break from it. This wasn't a secret - more often than not, the goth looking woman would talk about leaving this life behind and starting something in Los Angeles. No one really believed her until she had finally disappeared one more and left to a complete different place with all sorts of different people. I actually kept in contact with Sheryl, sending messages back and forth through text and snapchat. When I had told her about my plans about dropping out and following in her footsteps of trying to get into some kind of softcore industry - posing and dancing on camera in social media accounts - she was pretty ecstatic. It wasn't porn, by the way. All the women in those videos were wearing clothes; they were just making skits and short provocative videos, getting views and with that, advertisers. It was enough to make a living in a very expensive city.

Needless to say that my boyfriend, Thomas, wasn't Sheryl's biggest fan. He was the same age as me, eighteen, and found himself a bit disappointed when I stopped showing up to school. I was often playing hooky, going off by the hill near my school and just taking pictures of things. Occasionally I even found myself reading a book to pass the time. Thankfully it was September, so I had plenty of time to iron out the details before I'd have to explain to my mom that I was no longer pursuing my education...unless I wanted to freeze my ears off. Thankfully, my boyfriend (while he wasn't as adventurous as me) was incredibly supportive and worked with me to make my dreams a reality. I just needed to take one video - one short video that showed off my body - and send it to Sheryl, who in turn would hand it over to her manager.

I wasn't worried about her boss not finding me attractive. I often had guys fawning over me at the school and honestly, even as I jogged past my neighborhood. After all, I was tall (about five foot nine) and had a fit body. Slight abs showed themselves whenever I would show off my midriff, with 30D cup breasts pushing against whatever I top I decided to wear. I'd be lying if I told you that my top half got the most attention however; often times I'd have people commenting on below. Namely, what really draws in the attention from guys, are my thighs, hips and ass - a huge, round and very touchable ass supported by wide hips and thighs to match. Often times my friends would poke fun and joke. "That ass" and "Those child-bearing hips" would be sentences that would slip out of their mouths in an attempt to tease me. But as it would turn out, I would those those features in a short video of me climbing that hill I would spend my time in; an isolated place with my boyfriend filming right behind me - the camera fixated on my shorts which was getting wedged between my big cheeks; a curse for any girl with a bottom like mine. Once that video was taken, I found myself sending it to Sheryl.


It didn't take long for me to get a message from her boss. Damian.

I got the message about the time that I got back home from school. I anxious checked my phone to see that he had sent me a private message on Twitter:

That's the finest ass I have ever seen. If you're looking to make money AND shake that beautiful ass of yours like you say you are, message me.

I did Facebook stalk the guy and I checked out his profile. He seemed legitimate; his profile picture looking as if it was taken by a professional photographer. He looked much older than I was - if I had to take a wild guess, I would say that that Damian was in his late thirties, or early forties. But the man looked fit. I never told Thomas this, but I've always liked older men. Just the thought of someone more experienced than I was, and definitely someone more experienced than the boys my age, was enough to send butterflies in my chest. Someday, I wanted to be shown how real men fuck. I wanted to be fucked, not have awkward anxious sex with Thomas. Or at least, those were the twisted thoughts going on in the back of my mind - thoughts that I was sure to repress forever. I didn't reply quickly to Damian, taking about a day before I went against the anxiety that was coursing down my veins. I eventually, after explaining to Thomas that this was a big opportunity for me, typed up my response:

"I'd be happy to. :)"

And that's the story on how I got here.

The bus trip from my home to Los Angeles took a while, to say the least. After Thomas helped me pack some of my things into a roller bag, I was treated to a twenty hour bus ride going from my state, all the way to California. I won't lie; I didn't get much rest, having been both excited and terrified of this trip. Not to mention, I was paranoid about sleeping on the bus - it being near empty and I didn't want to get felt up by some stranger who may or may not have been eying from from afar. I eventually got to LA, where I was greeted by Sheryl who was practically screeching from excitement. Treated to some coffee and a shower, she went on over how Damian would love to meet me later that same day. I was obvious very tired, at least for the time being, but it was difficult to not find Sheryl's excitement contagious. According to her, he'd be at some house party hosted a few blocks down from her shabby looking apartment.

"Sounds fun. Can I take a quick nap before we go?"
I said, laying on her couch after an exhausting trip.

"Sure sure, take your nap you sleepy head. I'll just tell Damian that you'll be coming."
 
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Damian had been working on his own for about fifteen years by the time that he was up and running a reputable soft core pornography business. He of course was looking to extend his business into the hardcore porn industry as well, however he hadn't found the right model just yet. He of course did have a good business going, he treated his employee's well, and those who worked with him knew that they were featured within higher class pornography magazines and even some short video's as well.

When she had taken a few days to look his business webpage as well as professional accounts over, she would find that he was a well established man who knew exactly what he wanted. He had even posted a few more personal photo's of him on a beach in shorts with no shirt on, and with that she had of course gotten to see that he was very handsome. Shorter dark hair and touches of grey along the sides gave him a sophisticated look, and even as he had received her reply, he of course had sent a few messages before she had arrived.

He had informed her that the employment process would have her ready to go in about a week. In the meantime he of course did want to meet his newest employee, and even as Sheryl let him know that she had arrived Damian grinned and replied back. The party was being held at one of his employee's places nearby, he paid his employees very well so it was going to be a larger and nicer place, even with LA being expensive real estate.

Damian showed up at the party with a pair of deep grey slacks and a simple white button up shirt, the music was rocking and people were having a blast, so he got himself a drink and waited for the pair of ladies to make their entrance. He had made sure that Sheryl knew to bring the new girl along, Damian had also communicated with her personally as well, letting her know in the initial week he was looking forwards to getting to know her 'better'!
 
"Is this the place?"​

I asked Sheryl this the moment that we walked into the party, having heard the music blasting inside from a block away. There were a lot of people - there being so little room that a few were just hanging out by the front of the three floor house. With one look at the place, I thought for a moment that it was a frat house until the decor inside gave it away that someone with a lot of money furnished the house. Sheryl laughed at my slightly nervous demeanor, reassuring me several times that although I wasn't used to this kind of environment, that it wasn't going to be a big deal at all. Still, I suppose that some of this anxiety came from the fact that I wondered how my mom was reacting now that I had left my childhood home. She wasn't taking it well, I bet, unless all that talk about wanting me to move out wasn't just her frustration getting the best of her. I figured that I'd find that out later, when I'd give Thomas a quick Skype call before bed. For now, I needed to snap out my thoughts; the last thing I needed was for everyone here to think that I was just some scared girl walking into the grown up world. They would eat me alive...or at least Sheryl told me time and time again.

"Oh my god, you saw him checking you out?"
Sheryl said with a gossipy tone of voice. I couldn't help but giggle as well; practically feeling the heads turn as I walked by. Fresh meat, at least to all these predatory jerks waiting for their opportunity to strike. I walked in the house wearing a tight white shirt and an even tighter pair of jeans, with three inch heels. My ass swayed a bit when I came inside; not on purpose, mind you, but due to my natural movements. Sheryl helped keep them away, with her hand around my waist. Holding me almost possessively, as if to ward off anyone who would approach me. That is until I saw Damian; the handsome older party-goer, sipping a drink.

"Hi Damian! Some party huh?" she said with a grin, moving in for a double kiss on the cheek greeting. "This is Diana, the one I was telling you about. Diana, this is Damian!"

I chuckled nervously.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I said, extending my hand to him.
 
Damian was mingling with a few of the others when the two girls arrived. He knew Sheryl, after all she had been working for him for a good while now. She had made it clear that she wasn't going to do more than soft core, while the party was being held at one of his friends who specialized in hard core, hence the difference in pay. Even as he turned and saw the girls approaching he set his glass down easily, though as Sheryl moved over he grinned and nodded.

" Ah yes of course, Diana had indicated that she was on her way but hadn't indicated when she would arrive."

He turned his attention to the new girl though and seeing the incredibly tight jeans which hugged her figure Damian grinned to her as she said that.

" A pleasure Diana, Welcome to the city of opportunities."

He took her hand and shook it, but instead of letting it go he added.

" We spoke online a few times, so c'mere."

He didn't exactly ask as he pulled her into a hug, giving her a friendly squeeze though extending her to arms length, he looked her up and down appraisingly before he nodded to both her and Sheryl.

" You weren't lying Sheryl, she's the most beautiful woman I've seen yet."

He grinned to her but finally released her and motioned to the bar.

" So, what'll it be... Keith here knows how to make anything and everything."

He was thrilled that she was there, and he would speak privately with Diana in a bit, but first he could see that she was very nervous, and as such he thought it would be a good idea to relax her with a drink or two.
 
Anxiety was hovering over me when Damian pulled me in for a tight hug. He squeezed my body tightly, making me eye Sheryl as if to ask her "Should I hug back? Would that be okay?" Once I had realized how absolutely ridiculous I was being, I brought my arms around him and hugged back, as if we were good friends. He broke the silence, asking me for what drink I'd like. Before I could answer, Sheryl interrupted me by saying:

"Okay, so I'll leave you two at it! Don't get into any trouble."

With a wink she was gone, which caused me to chuckle. With a movement of my hand, I brushed aside a few locks of my brown hair away from my face. I began to second guess myself for a moment, wondering if I was in way over my head. Would I get in trouble if they found out that I was eighteen? What was the drinking age here in LA?

..

"Gin and tonic sounds pretty nice."
I said, deciding to take the plunge. It was time to put my money where my mouth is, after all. I mentally prepared myself, as I never had anything stronger than a beer before!
 
Damian smirked in bemusement to himself as she literally stood there like a wet noodle for now. Even as Sheryl broke the silence and said that, Damian winked to her as if to say: " I will always get into trouble.", though with that she was gone. As she seemed to hover within her own mind for a moment, he smiled to her, and nodded over to Keith.

" You heard her Keith, a gin and tonic, and a new rum and coke for me."

He said it as he polished off his drink, though smiling to her when they had both gotten their drinks he looked to her.

" So, are you excited to be out and about on your own? Sheryl's been telling me that you're quite nervous."

He motioned her to walk with him, he heading for a nice secluded corner to sit on a couch and just talk. He had no intentions of doing anything to her tonight. Damian was finding her extremely sexy in her clothes, but he would play the patient game and eventually get her out of them!
 
I walked with Damian with my drink in hand, eyeing it as if it was some marvel new invention. Following him, he lead us to a secluded corner to sit on a couch. The space a little bit tight, so my thigh rubbed a bit against his. I hoped that he didn't mind although if the message he sent me was anything to go by, I'd say that he wouldn't. Anyway, when he brought up the fact that I was a bit nervous, I shook my head:

"No...Well, just a little." I said with a slight chuckle before I sipped from my drink. The alcohol traveled down my throat, sending a warm sensation down and then up to my nostrils. I felt like coughing but thankfully I didn't. "...Wouldn't you be? I'm like a twenty hour bus ride away from home. Believe me, I counted." I then said with a bit more humor to my voice.

I took another sip from my glass.
 
Damian smiled encouragingly to her as she walked with him, and as they slid onto the small love seat, it was quite comfortable, and as her thigh rubbed against his. Even as she said that she was a bit nervous, Damian nodded.

" Oh I can completely understand being nervous Diana."

He smiled as she took another sip of her drink, he could tell that she was enjoying the drink, and even as he took a sip as well he regarded her.

" I did confirm that it will take about a week to get everything sorted out for work, but in the mean time, I certainly do want to get to know you a bit more Diana."

He whistled when she said twenty hour bus ride, though he nodded.

" That's one of the longer rides, why didn't you fly?"

He asked as he raised an arm and rested it over the back of the couch to be comfortable, his thick strong arm slightly brushing the nape of her neck unintentionally.
 
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but I felt Damian's strong arm brushing about the back of my neck. I didn't move though, instead turn my gaze towards him and smiled. Truthfully, he was handsome; a strong, mature looking facial structure matched with his physique. He wasn't a body builder type, mind you - he just looked so...manly. I shook those thoughts out of my head as I took another sip before answering him on why I didn't take a plane:

"Honestly? I thought that it was going to be cool to take a long bus ride across a few states." I answered him honestly, already at about 3/4 done with my drink. "It...got old after the first hour or so."

I rested my head against his arm, hoping that he wouldn't mind. I was feeling just a bit tired - whether it was from the bus ride or the drink already, now that was another question.
 
Damian smiled as she didn't seem to mind that he had put his arm there, in fact she seemed to like it, which was something that he took into account. As she looked to him and said that, he chuckled slightly as he regarded her.

" So then I take it you don't travel a lot."

He mused, though as she rested her head against his arm, he showed no sign of minding at all, instead he gave her a friendly smile as he added.

" I used to travel by bus myself, but flying is just so much faster."

He admitted, though noticing the state of her drink he motioned to it, along with taking another good amount of his own.

" Why don't you finish your drink up, and I'll get us a refill. There's also some drugs around,
I'm sure Sheryl will get some or something."


He mused as he openly looked her over. After all she WAS beautiful, and since he was going to be directing her soft core porn career, he figured that he would 'size her up', though truth be told with each passing moment he would mentally flash to thoughts of dominating and owning her sexually, in a sense corrupting her though he doubted she was THAT innocent.
 
While I finished my drink, I nearly coughed up some of the alcohol when Damian mentioned drugs so nonchalantly. I nodded, saying "Sure, sounds good." as I finished my drink, handing the glass over to Damian. I stayed, wondering just what kind of drugs he meant. I have already tried weed, so I wondered if that's what he meant. That said, when I saw Sheryl come by, I worried a bit less about the substance abuse; I trusted her judgement after all.

..

"Hey, isn't he hot?" she whispered into my ear which caused me to giggle like a school girl. She knew that I was in a relationship, so I figured that she was just teasing me.

"Yeah...although I have to admit, talking to him is making me REALLY nervous."

"Oh, don't worry - I got something for that! Come on, don't be so nervous. Trust me!"

..​

She handed me over a small white pill, calling it rohypnol or something along those lines. Again, I trust Sheryl so I knew that it wasn't something that was going to kill me...so I took it down. My friend wasted no time to tell me that the seat was small and that I should ask Damian if I could sit on his lap. That he would really appreciate it.

So, when he did come with our drinks, Sheryl gave him a wink before going away really quickly. As for me? Well...

"This seat is a little tight...mind if I sit on your lap?"
 
Damian smirked when she seemed quite shocked by the mention of drugs. This wasn't a children's party after all, so she was more than likely going to need to adjust to this kind of lifestyle. He knew that there were some harsher drugs around here on the upper floors, but down here it was lighter stuff to enhance one's experience.

Even as he headed to the bar, he noticed Sheryl make her way over to Diana. He had to admit seeing her giggle with her friend made him smile, though as he made his way back, he smirked as Sheryl was off and partying. He was about to ask about Sheryl when she said that, but he nodded to her easily as he settled himself down.

" Go ahead, I'm certainly not going to complain."

He let her decide how she wanted to sit, though the rohypnol would kick in within five minutes, it would relax her and almost put her into a dream like state where her senses would be much more enhanced to touching and things like that.
 
I didn't know how he would react, but the way that he answered so nonchalantly made me think that this wasn't something new to him - that is, an employee of his wanting to sit on his lap. That said, I slid and planted my thick ass against his lap. The denim was thin, so I felt the curvature of his legs underneath my cheeks. I smiled at the sensation and I don't know if the drug kicked in yet or this was just a placebo effect going on, but I felt good.

I wiggled my hips to get comfortable before I asked playfully "So, where's my drink?", resting the back of my head on his shoulder with a smile.
 
Oh he had certainly looked surprised, mostly because he hadn't thought that she would be so bold, but then again perhaps he had mis-judged her. As she slid herself over onto his lap, he could certainly feel in turn the full firm curves of her ass, and even as she smiled and wiggled her hips to get comfortable, he smirked though as she asked that he leaned forwards a bit, being bold himself by playfully giving a lick to her ear as he reached past her and getting her drink, he handed it to her.

" Here it is Diana..."

He purred right into her ear though he took his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, effectively trapping her on his lap, though of course she could tell that she wasn't really a prisoner. Instead he smiled as she seemed to certainly be relaxing.

" Sheryl give you the idea to be so bold to sit on my lap?"

He asked into her ear as he simply held onto her for now, she feeling just how nonyielding solid he was, how much confidence he had in holding her like that, his hot breath tickling her ear and neck every few seconds.
 
Ohh...​

When he licked my ear, I squirmed against his lap, stretching my body as a response from the sudden and sensational feeling. When I looked down to see his strong arms holding me by the waist, I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip. The sight was just so sexy - having a mature man holding me possessively on his lap in public.

" Sheryl give you the idea to be so bold to sit on my lap?"
he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my earlobe. God, he had to be doing that on purpose.

I had to legitimately fight off a few soft moans when he brought his face closer, breathing down my neck. That drug, whatever it was, was making me feel more relaxed...yet, mot susceptible to pretty much everything. I had to thank Sheryl after this, because I could feel the anxiety being lifted from my shoulders, replaced with something else.

Lust? Excitement?

I don't know what, but it caused me to practically purr to Damian "Yes...but she didn't ask me to do this.", pushing my ass back and rubbing it slowly against his lap.
 
Damian could tell that she liked the lick of her ear, and even as she stretched and felt just how unforgiving he was with her, he could feel her little shudder going through her at the possessiveness that he was showing.

He could tell that she was enjoying the attention, and even as she relaxed and simply enjoyed what he was doing, he heard the desire in her voice though before he had a chance to ask her what she meant she pushed her ass back, a soft groan leaving him as he grinned to himself.

" Mmm I bet she didn't..."

He grumbled, though even as he said that his other arm joined the first, his thick strong arms holding her and for a moment, he let her grind herself up against him.

" You have an amazing ass Diana..."

He purred, though just to make her let loose with those moans he began to kiss and lick over her neck, even nibbling on it as she could feel that he certainly did like her grinding on his lap, a very impressive bulge pressed up against her lower back and ass as she did, his hot breath and tongue assaulting her neck as he soon was whispering into her ear.

" You like grinding yourself on my cock, don't you Diana... you're such a tease."

He was playing along, though as he asked that he was smoothly working a hand beneath her shirt, rubbing and exploring her smooth belly, tracing the lines of her small feminine abs as he assaulted her ear and neck with attention.
 
The drug. The pill I took - whether it actually was causing me to feel so excited or not, it was going to be the excuse I used for tonight.

How else would I explain this?

I was sitting on Damian's lap, rubbing my thick ass all over his lap as if I was some slut giving some random guy a lap dance. I needed some reason to give to myself over why I was so actively enjoying his bulge, pressing against the denim fabric of my jeans. I legitimate moaned; though maybe it was inaudible because of the music. But I was sure that Damian knew that I was enjoying the attention, from how I was stretching my neck to him. Feeling those lips kiss and lick over my neck, most likely tasting the vanilla perfume I put on before coming here, was enough to drive me crazy.

" You like grinding yourself on my cock, don't you Diana... you're such a tease." he whispered into my ear, his strong hands tracing all over my stomach, rubbing my fit stomach and tracing the slight abs that I worked out so carefully for. I closed my eyes forcefully, an effort to keep myself from moaning more as he continued to plant his kisses over my neck.

"Don't pretend that you don't love my BIG ass over your lap." I said with emphasis, surprised of myself for talking like that. I know that my behind got the most attention, but I never really used it like this. "If you ask nicely, maybe you'll see it again tomorrow." I then added, bouncing my ass against his lap a bit.
 
Perhaps it was the drug, perhaps she had only needed a reason to let go and be this way, either way, this was Damian's first evening meeting her, and so far he was certainly enjoying the lap dance that her thick full ass was giving him. Even as she moaned, he didn't hear the sound, but he could certainly see her mouth open in that shape, he could see how she stretched her neck and enjoyed his attentions.

As he felt her fit stomach and quivered fighting back her moan, he grinned as she spoke right back, retorting to him in that way. The truth of course WAS that he thoroughly enjoyed the thick full ass that was on his lap, though as she said that, he felt how she bounced her ass, in turn however though he moved one hand from beneath her shirt and ignoring that large bust of her breasts for now, instead his strong confident hand reached up and took her by the neck, enveloping her throat carefully.

" Oh no... I'm not going to ask you nicely, tomorrow evening you're going to come to my place. You're going to wear the sexiest outfit you can, and if you can't I'm sure Sheryl will be more than happy to help you pick."

He was speaking right into her ear, whispering it as he gave her stretched throat a slight squeeze, feeling her pulse there.

" i'm going to get to know you MUCH better, but the one thing I will tell you is that you will wear a thong to frame your big fantastic firm and beautiful ass."

He grumbled, he nipping her ear as he moved his other hand down over her jean covered pussy and pressed his palm inwards, grinding her pussy through her own jeans with his hand... making it VERY clear she wasn't in charge of the situation.

He had no idea he was feeding into her inner desires... but he DID have a good idea that she would obey... she seemed to be certainly pushing her luck so to speak.
 
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