Serial Killer Strikes Again

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samatha moaned into his lips, her tongue moving with his as the night continued on. Her fingers moved into his hair, down his back, over his hips and buttocks. She gripped the hard cheeks and pulled her mouth from his.

“Now,” she groaned and pressed her breasts deeper into his palm. She didn’t wait for him to do what she wanted. She did it. Her fingers gripped hard and as she lifted her ass up, she forced his hips down. His cock filled her sex and Samantha’s back arched. She cried out as she welcomed him.

She held him there, tight within her embrace and her sex. Her fingers massaged his firm ass and she squeezed his shaft with her muscles and she smiled up at him. Her eyes opened and closed as she welcomed his entire length into her. She moaned. Slowly Samantha released his ass and ran her fingers up his back. “Yes,” she whimpered.

They began to move together. Her legs eventually wrapped around him and as they worked in time, she lifted her head and recaptured his lips. Samantha stroked his tongue with hers. The motion was one that pulled and forced his to dance in time with hers. She was no longer the librarian that hid behind suits and short shoes. She was the woman who hid the toys in the closet, wore the corsets that her encased her supple form. She was the woman that had been locked away and not allowed to be free.

As Samantha welcomed the hard thrusts and the vigorous kiss she let her entire body feel the weight of her lover and she savored it. Her mouth left his only to bury itself in his neck, where she sucked and bit at his flesh. She thrashed underneath him, wanting nothing more then to get lost in the sensation that was searing her very soul.

“Joseph!” She cried as the height of her desire continue to rise and fall with the thrusts of his hips.

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry Looks up from the knife display he is looking at when the woman from the museum approaches and introduces herself and the two ladirs she is assisting asking if he would like a cup of tea or coffee?

Nodding at the two ladies Jerry replies, "Coffee black please" as she hands him the coffee he notices she has turned pale as a look of recognition comes to her face as she asks, "May i help you?"

Pulling his wallet from his jacket pocket and showing her his badge and picture id Jerry asks "Is there is some place we can talk?" Sipping his coffee as he waits for her to answe

 

[poohlive]

"Really? And here I thought I was at least going to get a kiss. I guess not."

He flashed his eyebrows at her, and then winked. There was a certain familiarity in getting under her skin, getting her angrier and angrier, feeling the heat radiate off her body, even smell the sweet musk from her. Yes, there were many reasons he liked to get her angry.

"Actually, if you must know. I'm not here to meet you, I am here for someone else. I was just waiting, but it seems like their not showing up. I saw you, and thought I could at least say hi. I mean, I know it's been awhile, but I thought we could at least have put the past behind us. Start new, maybe, as friends? That's all I wanna be, your friend."

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity's eyes opened wide. What would a police officer want with her? Well her mama didn't raise any fools. She had read about people pretending to be cops when they weren't really. So she did what THEY always say to do. She asked to see the badge. Of course, thought Serenity, THEY don't tell you what you are looking for. She wouldn't know a real badge from a fake one as long as it had the right city written on it. This one did, so she walked over to the small phone on the reception desk and asked for information to put her through to the police department, then read his badge number off to the sergeant that answered the phone who verified that the badge belonged to an officer of the city and then described the man to a T.

Feeling slightly foolish, but figuring it was better to be safe than sorry, Serenity walked back to the officer, noticing the look of humor in his eyes at her safety precautions. Since she already felt foolish, that look did not improve anything as far as she was concerned.

Turning her back on him, she walked over to the Sisters and asked them if they were staying much longer, and if so, would they keep an eye on the door for customers. She was going to go in back with the policeman and would be out front shortly. If they had to leave, then she asked that they flip the self lock as they left. Both ladies were too curious to leave and readily agreed to keep an eye on the place. Serenity could feel their eyes on her back as she led the officer to her office.

Settling in behind the desk, she wanted to make it known that this was her office and she was in charge, she folded her hands on the top of the antique desk and asked coolly, "Yes Officer, how may I assist the police?"

 

[jushorny]

Marc (not Joseph) Jordan

I felt Sam guide me into her wetness, my cock spreading her opening wide as she grabbed my ass pulling me inside her deeply. I felt her muscles sucking me in, squeezing me, taunting me to move faster. I watched her eyes as they opened and closed, my lips rubbing along her cheek and neck. “Sam, you feel so good,” I managed to moan softly as I pulled out and the pushed back in slowly, feeling every inch of her womanhood.

My lips and tongue continued to kiss and lick her neck and ears, her hands continued to roam over my ass and back as we moved together, using our moans as a way to communicate what felt good. Sam’s legs wrapped around me as if she would never let me go. Our lips met and our tongues began to dance, licking and sucking, thrusting much like our hips. Sam was much more in bed that I ever expected. The demure librarian was gone. Her voice, sexy and soft, her body hot and erotic, her moves enticing and passionate.

Our speed began to build, both of us nearing climax. Our hips began slapping rather than rubbing. Her pussy squeezing my cock tighter as it throbbed against the walls of her sex. My body covered hers and my sweat began to leave her skin damp and glistening. “Damn, Samantha, fuck, damn, I am so close,” I screamed out as I slammed harder and deeper. I bent my body up and lifted her legs over my shoulders, needing to pound harder, to fuck her deeper. I watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, reaching down to pinch them.

The feelings and sensations became overwhelming. I groaned and grunted, “Fuck Sam, I’m.........” was all I could say as I felt my cock thicken inside her heat. My breathing stopped and my cock jerked as I began releasing my seed inside her, I kept thrusting, the walls of her pussy coaxing out more and more fluid from deep within my balls. I heard her scream out “Joseph” but my body was one minded at that point, intent only on fully riding out my orgasm.

Eventually as my balls became empty and my orgasm subsided, I let her legs fall from my shoulders and laid back over her body. Panting as I nuzzled her neck, planting kisses here and there. My thoughts turned to what I heard her scream out. Emotions began to run within me. Who was this Joseph? Was I only a means to an end for her, was it really Joseph she wanted? I began to feel deflated, thinking I wasn’t good enough or she would have been screaming my name, not that of another man. I didn’t know what to do and laid there silently listening to our hearts beating.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

As Samantha climaxed and screamed out the name of another, she was lost in the release of her orgasm. She felt every tremble and rolling wave of heat cover her as well as his hot seeds coating her inner flesh. As her body shuddered and Marc lowered her legs from his shoulders she concentrated on his movements. As her mind came back to reality her breath hitched in her throat. Her face paled and gone was the exquisite feeling of passion and desire. In its place was a well of anger and sorrow, anger at herself and sorrow for the man she had probably hurt. She closed her eyes on the tears that threatened to flow and she took a deep breath.

She slipped from his side and put both her legs on the floor. Her sweaty locks fell over her face and she pushed them away. Her head pounded as she tried to gain control over herself and offer an explanation for what she’d done. She took another deep breath and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t face him, to embarrassed and ashamed at what had happened. What man would not feel used when in the moment of heightened pleasure his partner yells out another’s name. She knew he had heard her though he said nothing. How could he not have heard her, but incase he hadn’t she repeated the words again, this time though she added more.

“Joseph was my ex-husband. He wasn’t a nice man. He had a rule, well several of them,” she said, her voice full of nothing, it was just there as the pictures of her past played out in her mind. “He had many rules, most I obeyed and all went well, but once our lives became unbearable, or at least for me they were. He would find new rules to give me. I stopped wanting to have sex with him for a long time, yet... a body still reacts when it is touched or aroused.”

She sat up and grabbed her clothes, holding them in her hands. Her fingers toyed with the material. “One rule after it was obvious to him, I was only coming because my body refused not to... was to shout his name. He said it was my way of being there, whether I wanted to or not. If I didn’t then things got very ugly,” her voice wavered. “It had been so long... I didn’t know it would happen with another. It never occurred to me.”

Samantha slipped her legs into her skirt and rose from the bed. “He conditioned me very well... I just thought I could break away. I have for many of his rules, but I guess I was wrong on this one.” She had her blouse in her hands when she finally looked at Marc. “I’m sorry,” she turned and quietly made her way to the bedroom door, slipping her shirt on as she did.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

I felt Samantha slip out from under my body, I opened my eyes and watched as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her head looked to the floor as her voice shakily spoke and told me who Joseph was and why she had called out his name. I rolled onto my back, my hand under my head, not saying anything, letting her continue.

My eyes were watching her but the nerves were not connecting with my brain. I was listening to everything she said, letting it sink in, imagining how difficult it must have been for her, but I never realized she was getting herself dressed. I couldn’t imagine any guy treating a lady that way, much less someone as sweet as Sam. I began to feel sorry towards her, began to feel like I wanted to protect her, to take care of her like a man should.

When my brain finally connected to my eyes I saw Sam walking towards my bedroom door, slipping on her shirt as she moved away. Before she could reach the door I got up and moved over to her, using the palm of my hand to push the door shut, to prevent her from leaving. My other hand reached for her elbow and turned her to face me. Our eyes met, both looking sad as I ran my hand over her cheek. “Sam, there is no reason for you to leave like this. It will do neither of us any good to part like this. I can accept your apology and think I can understand now why you called out his name, I really do. Just don’t let any of my guy friends know this happened.” I said smiling into her eyes, hoping a bit of humor would help.

I kissed her forehead as my hand ran down her neck. Her eyes looked as if tears could fall with the slightest wrong words. This was not my specialty with women, I could listen well, but often found myself saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. I took Sam’s head in my hand and brought her face against my neck and chest. I held her tight hoping she would feel better.

“Sam, let me get something on my body and I’ll make us some coffee, we can talk some, ok?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha and Marc... not Joseph

Samantha watched Marc grab a pair of boxers from his dresser and she waited for him to get dressed. She followed him about the room, a questioning smile on her face. She wasn’t sure how much she wanted to tell him, or even if she was ready to share something with him. She thought for a moment and bit the inside of her lip as she stared at the bed. She’d have to make sure next time they used protection, because on top of all her problems with relationships, she didn’t need a “surprise” popping out nine months later. She rolled her eyes at her careless behavior and opted to renew her birth-control immediately in the morning.

She took his hand when he offered it and they walked to the kitchen. Samantha noted the time and saw it was approaching midnight. She wasn’t sure what time it was when they went to bed, but it didn’t matter, the point now was she was with him still. He had stopped her from leaving. He was now making coffee. He seemed generally interested in knowing more about her, so when he sat down and placed a fresh steaming cup of coffee in front of her she smiled warmly and added two spoons of sugar.

“Joseph and I divorced a year ago. I didn’t know he was going to have all these rules,” she told him. Her finger stirred the black liquid. “We married and were very happy for a long time. Then little things started to change. There were people at work, men that had women. Women that were pets to them. I knew what it all meant and I enjoyed some of the things he asked me to do, but not all. He started making more rules. When I could eat, drink, use the ladies room, who I could talk to, when I could talk to them. He dictated everything. If I put on an extra pound or two he dictated how I would lose it and what punishment I would receive if I didn’t.”

She took another drink of her coffee. Samantha shed no tears, she talked flat as she related her life. “Sex was no longer fun. It was at times very painful, emotionally and physically. The commands were ones I never mastered, not in the beginning. When he knew I was faking it, I was hit. When I didn’t fake it, but came only because my body couldn’t help but do so I was hit. It became an instinct... when he climaxed, I either climaxed and shouted his name, or I faked it and shouted his name.”

Her blush stung her cheeks. “I wasn’t faking it with you. . . and you were with me all the time. It was instinct,” she reached out and touched his hand and held it. “It was you the whole time. It was just a word at the end. I swear to you.”

 

[jushorny]

Deb and Brian

Deb loved the way Brian opened the car door for her, the way he helped her out by taking hold of her hand. The warmth she felt when he wrapped his thick arm around her waist leading her towards the door to her place.

Deb had felt guilty at first for stealing Brian away from his ex girlfriend, but he seemed much happier now, she knew she was much better for him than Angelica would ever be. Likewise, Deb was well aware that while Brian and Marc might be comparable in bed, Brian’s life held many more opportunities. He had a career, he was climbing the corporate ladder quickly and would easily be able to support Deb in the manner she felt she deserved. Marc on the other hand was going nowhere quickly.

Brian took his key to her place and unlocked the front door, opening it wide and flipping a light switch before letting Deb walk in first, always the gentleman. When Deb caught her first glimpse of her living room she screamed and fell back into Brian, too afraid to step foot into the place. Brian was even more surprised having not seen anything as he opened the door. Deb was to terrified to speak, she merely leaned against the door, one hand covering her mouth the other pointing inside her place.

As Brian took his first few steps inside he was shocked at the mess, the way the place had been torn apart. Furniture knocked over, decorative items knocked off tables and shattered over the floor. He listened carefully wondering if someone was still inside. Not willing to take a chance he turned back to Deb. Taking her in his arms hugging her tightly as he walked her to the car. He told her to lock the car doors, keep her hand on her cell phone while he checked out the place to make sure no on was inside.

Brian went back in, taking in all the destruction. Whomever had done this had been there awhile. He noted nothing was missing, just everything damaged or ruined. Brian continued silently walking through the place, checking each room, every closet making sure the intruder was gone. Once it was clear no one was there he further surveyed the damage. He took note of the slashes in the upholstery, clearly made with something similar to a sword. This clearly was someone out to get both of them. His clothes and possessions clearly smashed to pieces. But the words, large and in red on the Master Bedroom walls, Dads mad baby girl, clearly directed towards Deb.

Brian realized he had better bring Deb inside, she would wonder what was taking so long. He went to the car and tried to soften the blow by telling her some of what it looked like inside. Deb held up well until she saw the words on the wall, she broke down in tears. Brian took her in his arms, held her tight, tried to soothe her. He moved her into the kitchen where the least damage was before calling the police. While the pair waited for them to arrive they began talking, wondering who would do such a thing.

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry smiles as Miss Breecher takes his badge and walks over to a phone sitting on a nearby table and calls the station and verifies that he is who he says he is. "Smart as well as beautiful" Jerry thinks to himself as she completes her call to the station. After she confirms his identity she speaks to the two ladies and asks them to watch the shop while she goes in the back. Jerry follows her into an office as she sits down behind her desk she asks, "Yes officer how may i assist the police?"

Taking the card he picked up from the museum floor from his pocket he hands it to her and says, "First of all you dropped this at the museum when you rushed out earlier but back to the reason for my visit I was at the museum doing some research on a case I'm working on and noticed your sketches which are very good by the way of the differant knifes on the tour and i was wondering what you could tell me about each one how easily they could be come by and if anyone has purchased such weapons recently?"

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity took the small card from Officer (?) Smith and thanked him. Then she settled back into her chair in a more relaxed position.

"I had to leave the museum before the tour was completed but the knives and machetes I saw are fairly common at most Elite knife shops. The Tai Pan can be purchased for under a hundred dollars. I believe the museum had these particular knives in their collection because they are original knives. The knives most people can buy are replicas of the ancient knives. The easiest way to tell the difference is the material used in making the blade.

We have a few blades in the studio, none as fine as those in the museum of course, but we haven't had any purchases in the past two weeks. Beyond that I would have to check the records."

Serenity paused, thinking back to see if she could remember the last time she had sold a knife but it had been several months.

"I am not sure how easily it is to obtain one of the knives here in the city but online is the simplest way and you can order them from all over the world. They get airmailed to your residence and there are no records here in the United States as to what was purchased, by whom or when. "

At the look of disappointment on the officer's face, Serenity murmurred a soft apology, even though it really had nothing to do with her, she felt his frustration.
She wasn't sure why he was researching the knives, in fact, she was pretty sure she didn't want to know. Police officers come into contact with some very dangerous things and people.

"I can ask around, if you wish. I don't know all the arms dealers in town but I do know some of the other import/exporters. Are you looking for a specific knife or just researching for a future case?

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry sits and listens intently as Miss Beecher shares her expertise about the knifes that she saw on the tour. Smiling at her as she apologizes for the fact that the knives are easily obtained over the internet with few if any records kept in the States. Then she offers to ask around through her contacts, "Yes please if it isnt too much trouble" Pulling out one of his cards and a pen Jerry writes his home and cell number on the back of the card handing it to her he says "This is my work,cell and home number you can reach me at anytime day or night." then she asks if he is looking for a particular knife or researching for a future case? jerry says between us im woking on the serial killer case Standing and offering her his hand Jerry says,"Miss Beecher I'm sorry i kept you so late and ruined any dinner plans you may have had Would you allow me to show my thanks for your assistance by buying you dinner tonight? I have to check in at the station with this information you have given me but i should be free in about an hour and i would be honored if you would allow me to buy you dinner"

 

[jushorny]

Marc and Samantha

Samantha looked vulnerable as she relayed her marriage life with the man named Joseph. My heart began to ache for her as I imagined her living the way she had. She reached over the table and touched my hand as she finished speaking. Her voice quieted and she slowly raised her eyes to meet mine. I reached over, running my hand through her hair and over her cheek. I leaned over the table as brought my lips to her giving her a soft passionate kiss.

“I would never treat anyone like that Sam, man or woman. I despise anyone who would. I can never understand why one needs to play the power trip against anyone unwilling. I do appreciate your openness, your willingness to share that part of your life with me, I am sure it isn’t easy to do. I’ll agree to forget about the, uh, mis-direction of names shall we say, if you will.”

I leaned over for another soft kiss before sitting back down, taking both her hands in mine. I raised them to my lips, planting soft tender kisses. I wondered how Samantha had managed to bring herself out from under his control, how she was able to begin a new life. She must be a very strong lady.

“Sam, it’s getting late and, uh, well……….I really don’t want you to leave. I’ve enjoyed tonight more than you know. While I realize we haven’t known each other long, I feel a strong attraction to you.” I stood up and helped her from her chair, bringing her into my body, hugging her warm and tenderly. “I’d be the happiest man alive if you would come back into my bed, let me wrap my arms around you and hold you tight

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity leaned forward to take the card. She was caught off guard when he asked her out to dinner. Looking at the clock, which read 5:30, then back at the officer, she calculated her time left at the studio, and remembered she had left the Sisters alone. Standing up, she held out her hand and with a smile continued, "Mr. Smith I would be glad to have dinner with you, however, I can't leave the studio until after 7 o'clock. Would you like to meet somewhere about 7:30?"

Serenity looked into the officer's eyes. She searched for signs of his personality. Was he one of those men that could make the switch from work to pleasure, would he be able to share his stress, would he shut her out, was he the type that became abusive or closed up or would he be able to have a reasonable relationship. Or, she thought, was he just asking her for dinner. With an inward grin at her thoughts, she moved toward the door of her office, and walked Mr. Smith to the door. The Sisters were still talking but their cups were empty.

"Thank you so much, ladies, for watching the shop. I really appreciate your help. Did any customers appear?" The ladies had been all alone and were ready to head for home. Helping them with their coats, Serenity ushered them to the door and watched as the two walked the three blocks to their apartment building. She smiled, they were busybodies but they were kindly dears.

Heading back to her office, she kept the door open so she could see the studio and hear if anyone else entered.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/Marc

Samantha gnawed on her lower lip. What would it hurt to lay beside him and rest? What would it hurt to have someone to roll over to and caress in the morning light? Tomorrow was Wednesday, the library would still be there in the morning though and it would still need to be opened. “If this were a Friday night or a Saturday night I would take you up on the offer,” she told him.

“But I have to work and. . .” she thought of what she’d worn to dinner and again brought her lip to her teeth and worked softly on the gentle flesh. “I guess what I wore tonight will be alright for work tomorrow.” She lifted her eyes to his and leaned into his embrace. “I’ll stay the night Marc,” she whispered against his lips.

Thoughts of walking into work in a short navy skirt, off the shoulder sweater with tiny straps and three inch heels were no longer a thought in her head as their lips touched and her tongue swept along side his.

Her fingers moved up into his hair and she pulled him closer to her. She tilted her head and welcomed every thrust of his tongue as she slipped her hands down his torso and around his back. Her fingers danced upon his skin as she found herself once more melting into his embrace. “Marc,” she whimpered again. Her body once more starting to flair up.

“We need the alarm set for seven...” her voice trailed off as she suckled his neck and one hand slipped down into the material that kept his aroused sex from her eyes. She gripped him firmly and stroked the hardening cock, eventually whispering, “I know its late, but. . .”

 

[redbaron05]

Taking Serenity's hand and shaking it Jerry replies,"7:30 will be great where would you like to meet? Jerry asks as they walk to the door.

As he starts out the door Jerry turns and asks, "Is there a number I can reach you at if I get detained and see that I'm gonna be late for dinner?"

Reaching for one of her cards from her desk she jots her home and cell numbers on them and hands him the card saying you can reach me here.
Taking the card jerry thanks her as he leaves the studio and heads back to the truck.

Driving back to the station jerry hears the police radio beep and the dispatcher say, "All units in the vicinity see the man about an intruder at 1535 West Circle." Picking up his radio Jerry responds "41 to base are there any black and whites in the area?" The dispatcher replies, "No 41 you're it."


Jerry replies,"41 out I'm in route be there in two" Dispatch responds, "Clear 41. Laying the radio on his seat jerry pulls his cell phone out and dials Serenity's cell number and waits for her to answer.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity was showing a gentleman the finer points of the two Kachina Dolls in the American cultures display case when the phone rang. Excusing herself she moved across the room to answer.

"Hello? Hello? She could hear sirens in the background but no one seemed to be talking. She tried again a little louder, "Hello, is there someone there?"

Finally, straining to hear, she made out a voice saying something about dinner. She assumed it was Officer Smith but she couldn't tell if he was trying to ask something or cancelling, the connection had a lot of static and his voice was drowned out in the sirens. After trying for a few more minutes, Serenity gave up.

Hanging up the phone, she went back to her curious customer. "Bad connection," she said. Going back to her talk about the secret Kiva societies, Serenity added more background information. Her customer bought both of the dolls, and wished her a good night as he left.

There was still a half hour left to the evening. The phone hadn't wrung again. "Probably was on his way to a call and won't make it tonight," she determined as she began to clean up the studio. With a shrug, she figured she would go home. He had her cell phone number, if he wasn't on a call, he would get back to her about where to meet, and if he was on a call then he was bound to get back to her later or tomorrow.

Serenity, locked up the shop, picked up her things, and called a cab. Twenty minutes later she was on her way home. She would wait for an hour and if no call came through, then she would fix up something at home or order pizza.

 

[redbaron05]

Grumbling as he gets a bad connection Jerry reaches and turns off the police radio and redials Serenitys cell number when she picks up he says, "Hi Serentiy this is Jerry Smith from earlier I wanted to tell you we are still on for dinner but I may be a little late I have to make a run. Can you meet me at that little seafood place by the lake?" say at 8?"

 

[jushorny]

Marc and Samantha

I picked Samantha up and carried her back into my bedroom, laying her down in the center as I moved in over her. “Don’t worry about setting the alarm, there is no way in hell I’ll sleep late with you here, Sam.” Covering her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue in as if I had never tasted her before.

Her hands sending electric jolts through my body as I slowly began undressing her. My mouth following my hands, kissing, sucking on her skin as it became exposed. My mouth enjoying her breasts as my hands removed her skirt. Moving back up to her neck sucking in the skin, applying light bite marks until I reached her ear. My hand moved between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness. I became more aroused knowing I could excite her this way. My fingers began sliding along her sex, teasingly opening her lips and dipping a finger inside her.

With Sam laying there naked I shifted my body, moving my legs between hers. My hardness rubbing her sex through the material of my boxers. That’s when the thought entered my head and I found myself letting out a laugh. Same pulled my hair forcing my head up and her eyes locked on mine.

“What is so funny mister” Her eyes looking very inquisitive.

I smiled, “Oh nothing Sam, nothing at all.” I wasn’t sure she would understand my sense of humor right about now, so I was hoping to kind of let my laughter die off without having to admit what brought it on. I should have known better, Sam would not let it go. I tried lowering my mouth to hers, she pulled back on my hair. I tried moving my hips, grinding against her. She slapped my ass playfully and let me know I was not getting inside until I fessed up.

Still smiling I leaned down licking and kissing my way from her chin to her ear and then whispered, “Repeat after me.........Marc...........Marc..........Marc.”

Sam’s ability to be feisty came out immediately. Her hand smacked down hard on my back, her other grabbing my side, doing her best to tickle me and make me roll off her. I lifted my head, laughing while my hips thrust against her, “There is no way you are getting me off this sexy body of yours Sam, least not as long as you keep me this aroused.” I lowered my mouth over hers, sucking her tongue hard, preventing her from protesting anymore. I reached back and slid my boxers down. Still sucking on Sam’s tongue I pushed into her hot moistness, moaning as I went in deeper. I felt Sam’s legs spread and wrap around my waist as we began a slow passionate motion.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/Marc

“Marc,” Samantha whispered, not even realizing she’d said his name until he looked down on her and smiled. Their lips met again and she purred. Her hands moved down his back and then up his spine. Her fingernails marked his skin, leaving pink trails that skimmed over the heated flesh.

Her lips continued to either leave his and suckle his neck or return to his to bite and pull on his lower lip. They moved as one. Sam moaned and whispered Marc’s name while her hips lifted and her back arched. The hards nubs of her nipples rubbed against his chest and she cried out in pleasure.

“Oh God,” she hissed as he increased his tempo. The head of his cock continued scrapping against her fleshy wall. His lips made love to her flesh and she welcomed every heated touch, lick and caress he gave her.

Samantha moved her hands to his hips and shoved him in further as she tightened the hold on his shaft. She bit her tongue fearful of releasing the name of another, then as Marc thrust hard into her, she opened her mouth and screamed his name, “Marc!”

Her orgasm ripped through her and she covered him in her juice. Samantha’s nails dug into the taunt cheeks of his ass as she held him to her. She quaked as he continued to pound into her. Her tongue moved with his and she breathed deep the scent of their joining once more becoming lost, this time however, she was lost in Marc and no one else. “Ohhh... my God!” she cried again as a second wave of fluids rushed through her.

She knew her lover would come soon and she continued thrusting up into him, adding bites against his neck to drive her closer to the edge of completion. “Come for me Marc. . .” she growled in his ear. “Come deep inside me. I need it. Want it. Thirst for it.” She suckled on the bruise she left on his skin.

 

[sharingfantasies]

As Serenity reached out to pick up the phone to order pizza, she jumped startling herself as the loud ring came from under her hand. Laughing softly as she regripped the receiver, she lifted it to her ear and answered. It was Jerry Smith with a place and later time to meet.

After agreeing to meet him, Serenity went into the bedroom and slid into a pair of navy skirt and a soft blue blouse. With a few deft movements, her mascara and lipstick were replaced and her hair brushed back and gathered in a hair clip at her nape. Grabbing a navy jacket and her purse, she went out to catch the cab. Although Serenity had a driver's license and car, parking in the city was so expensive, she kept the car in the garage at the import/export warehouse and used public transportation to get around the city. She was lucky that her boss didn't mind that she did that, and despite the cost of taxis she was actually able to save a lot of money.

There was a stand of taxis down the block from her apartment building that catered to the fancy hotels and restaurants that lined the block. Serenity's apartment building was old, but well kept up by the owners. The facade matched the hotel next door, as it was owned by the same people that owned her building. The old three story brick building had once been a family residence, but with the rising cost of taxes and upkeep, they had decided to remodel it into six apartments. Her rooms on the second floor were spacious although not as modern as the hotels nearby. While she had twice or three times the amount of square footage than most one bedroom apartments in the city, she also had and older style gas stove, the refrigerator had been there since the 80s, and the only dishwasher in the place was Serenity herself. Still she liked having the space around her, liked having a queen-sized bed in the room with a seating area by the window that overlooked the street. The walk-in closet was bigger than most people's bathrooms and the owners had allowed her to put in a oversized jacuzzi tub in the large bathroom since she was willing to pay the cost to have it installed. The downsides were the old plumbing that creaked during the night and the old electrical circuits that liked to go out if she turned on too many electrical appliances at one time. Still, her rent was fairly low and her neighbors friendly without being overly so, and she was happy there.

Well known by the cabbies in the area, Serenity was offered three different cabs by grinning drivers jokingly trying to get her into their cab. Since two couples came out of the hotel, Serenity was rescued from having to choose. As she slid into the cab, she told Mario that she was heading for the Blue Lagoon Restaurant on the far side of the lake. She had been there a time or two before and really liked the ambiance of the diningroom with its large picture windows that looked out over the lake. Traffic was heavy but Mario pulled up to the curb just before eight. Mario jumped out and opened the door for her with a grand flourish as if she was about to walk the red carpet, laughing with him, she handing him the fare and a sizeable tip. She knew Mario had five children he was feeding at home. He asked if she wanted him to pick her up at a specific time but she wasn't sure when they would be finished eating so she said she would call when she was ready.

Serenity walked up the well lit walkway that led through a series of waterfalls and ponds filled with large fish, then entered the warm lobby. Asking for Jerry Smith, she was informed that he had a table but hadn't arrrived yet. As the hostess led her to the table by the window, Serenity asked for a glass of water and the menu. She didn't know how long Jerry would be, so she figured she might as well start the process of figuring out what she would want to eat when he did show up.
With occasional glances at the menu, Serenity spent more time watching the lights of the boats at the marina and the reflections of the city lights rippling on the water.

 

[Tseranc]

Bruce sat at the table looking at the door Lisa had just slammed. She was right, he sounded like an asshole. Too bad he really was an asshole. He regretted the incident with Lisa only so far as that meant he wasn’t getting any tonight, which overall might be better, considering he did have to work with her after all.

He mind then shifted back to work. Thumbing through files and resuming his reorganization of them but no new pattern developed as he had hoped. They still had no way of telling how this killer attracted their one female victim to date. That tidbit of elusive information seemed more critical the more Bruce couldn’t discover it.

After about an hour he did have an epiphany of sorts. He discovered he was hungry, a fact long looked over. “Fuck it, I’m ordering pizza,” he stated to himself. Pulling the discarded phone book back to him he sought out the closest pizza joint and dialed them up. He had only wait another half an hour before dinner arrived – or so the pubescent on the phone had assured him.

But what else could he look through tonight?

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry Smith arrives at 1535 West Circle

After calling Serenity and confirming a slight change in their plans Jerry hangs up and turns the radio back on. Calling in he reports that he is on scene at 1535 West Circle as he pulls into the the drive.

Grabbing his flashlight Jerry takes a quick look around outside the house making sure no one is still lurking in the area. Seeing no one Jerry goes and knocks on the front door announcing himself."Anyone here it's the police?"

Soon a gentleman opens the door and Jerry shows him his badge and introduces himself as a police office. The man introduces himself as Brian as he leads Jerry to the kitchen where there is a lady waiting who he introduces as Deb Snyder. While following Brian through the house Jerry notices the damage and asks, "Is anything missing have you touched anything?
Shaking his head Brian replies,"No nothing missing I only opened a couple of doors to see if the intruder was still here." After making sure they are ok Jerry tells Brian and Deb to stay there he wants to check out the house himself. Drawing his gun Jerry makes his way thru the house one room at a time being as careful as he can not to disturb anything that may be evidence.

Entering the master bedroom Jerry finds the message, "Daddys Mad Baby Girl" painted on the wall and knows this is not just another vandalism call but one of if not both of the people waiting in the kitchen knows the killer or someone has a sick sense of humor. Returning to the kitchen Jerry reassures them that whoever did this is truly gone and he has to call it in.

Returning to his truck Jerry calls headquarters on the radio," 41 to base come in base." Dispatch responds,"Go ahead 41 this is dispatch?" Jerry replies,"Dispatch I need the crime scene guys at this location there has been a break in here." Dispatch replies, "Clear 41 will get them on the way to you sit tight."

After signing off with dispatch Jerry grabs a roll of crime scene tape he keeps in his truck and ropes off the front of the house then he ropes off the rest of the house from the kitchen.

After he does this he grabs his cell phone and dials Det. Hallenbeck's number, "Boss it's Jerry I think I have something you may want to see." Giving Hallenbeck the address Jerry hangs up and returns to the kitchen and waits with the two witnesses for everyone to arrive.

 

[jushorny]

Samantha & Marc

Sam’s hips continued moving in time with mine as our body’s relinquished to the heat of passion. Our hands slowly gliding over each other’s skin sending nerve endings into overdrive. Our lips continued tasting, mouths sucking on one another. We were both in our own world of sensations yet it was a world we inhabited together.

“Sam” I moaned in a long drawn out arousal. My cock thrust in, feeling her heated wetness. Her body accepting mine as if we were long lost lovers reunited. My arms were on each side of her, supporting my body. Lowering myself to rub against her soft skin, letting our nipples rub together. My hips began circular motions, feeling all around, grinding against her body.

The heat and excitement between our bodies began building in intensity. I felt her hands grab my ass and pull me in deeper. As my cock pushed in, our skin pushing against each other, I heard yet another moan, felt the walls of her pussy tighten ever more around me. Her fluids escaping her, sliding between her and I. Sam’s began body squeezing me, wanting my fluids to mix with hers. I could not hold out any longer, the pleasure was too intense. My hips banged hard against Sam as I felt my cock thicken. I grunted out her name and began shooting my seed deep within.

I nuzzled my face against her neck, my cock still inside her, our hearts beating, our bodies shaking together. I felt Sam’s legs relax and release my hip and raised my face, pressing my lips passionately against hers. Her eyes told me to stay put but I could tell her body wanted mine off hers. I slowly pulled out as we both let out a final moan. I laid on my back, sliding my arm under Sam’s neck and pulling her half over me. I let my hand run over her cheek as I stared into her eyes, “I hope you like being held while you sleep, Sam, because I am not letting go of you.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha burrowed herself against Marc, she felt comforted and secure. Two thing that had been denied her were the basic desire to have someone care for her and keep her safe, Marc gave her that feeling. She mumbled a shaky, “yes” as she let the soft tears of her orgasm escape her.

Eventually she calmed completely and sat up just enough to grab the blanket from the floor, where it had been pushed. They worked together to cover each other up and again she was pulled up against him. Her body melded perfectly with his.

She kept her breathing as steady as she could so he would not realize how deeply he'd moved her. The gift of respect was slowly healing her heart and soul and she thought back to the woman at the restaurant. How could this man, this wonderful man ever get mixed up with the likes of that woman?

Sleep claimed her, yet her dreams carried her farther then she'd been in a long time. Sometime during the hours of blissful slumber she turned in his arms and they loved again. Slowly, gently, quietly. No words were spoken as they came and then rested peacefully locked within each other's arms.