Slipping - A Fiona Files Story - Chapter II
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Slipping
She turned her back to the street to lock the door, the seams of her stockings so straight they looked laser cut. Her cape flared out giving me a peek at her panties as she spun and heels clicking danced down the marble steps. She is beauty I thought as she pulled her legs into the Roadster, crunched first, barked the tires and roared down Mitchell Street.
The “snatch”, the “grab”, the “tackle”, call it what you like, I love to follow. I let her get a two block lead then pulled into traffic and pushed in a Cowboy Junkies CD. It was a hot night following a rainstorm, the streets were wet, she pushed the car into a drift every chance she got. I didn’t need to work hard to keep up, just to stay out of sight. When she stopped at the bank, I waited. When she made a trip to a wine store, I waited. She dropped into a diner and I followed her in.
She sat with her back to door, drank a coffee and smoked. I drank a coffee and watched her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair was combed out straight, her dark eyebrows, arched, exotic. Her lips were the color of night blooming flowers and they left stains on her cup and cigarette. I reached my hand in my pocket and clutched the restraints, her restraints. I stared in the mirror and thought of when I had first seen her. Normally I’m not a stalker, but Fiona kept coming in and out of my vision. I would glimpse her leaving Starbucks, getting into her Roadster. I would see her at the running trails darting off into the woods. Fiona has a body that you do not forget. It is simply perfect. Perfectly proportioned. Perfect posture. A perfect ass. And she would always catch me looking. Even when her back was turned she would turn as if she knew I was there. I fell under her spell, how could I not have. Fiona. The name rings in my head like a chapel bell.
Suddenly I was back in reality, but she was gone. Her booth was empty, her cigarette lay smoldering and I was the only one in the diner. I threw down some coins and ran for my car. The Roadster was gone. I threw open the door, climbed in and reached for the ignition. I smelled her perfume just before the cold metal of her cuffs slammed around my wrist. Slowly I turned my head, I was cuffed to the wheel and her black, brown eyes were staring down the edge of a switchblade at me. “Things change. Drive”, she said and I did. Handcuffed to the steering wheel and I drove through the rain-wet streets considering my reversal of fortune. “Park here” she said, switched the car off and grabbed the keys. I watched her walk away from me then, not afraid, stiletto heels echoing down the narrow street. She stopped on the corner in the light of a street lamp and took her cell phone out and made a short call. It was an erotic site, her standing in the light of a street lamp, high heels, silk stockings and a free moving cape. Good god I thought, she’s all legs. I could see the tops of her stockings but could only speculate as to what was beyond. When she reached down to flick something off her shoe I got a clear idea. She got back in the car, flicked the knife open again and told me too drive.
We hit the freeway and headed north, then took the exit for the lake. We pulled into the picnic grounds and she instructed me were to park. “Get out. Slowly” she said un-cuffing me from the wheel. Coming around the front of the car she pushed me toward a tree that stood in the beam of the headlights. “May I.” I started to ask but she cut me off with a look. “Get undressed”, she ordered. I started to speak again but with the hand not holding the cuffs and the knife she backhanded me so hard I staggered. My face was numb were she hit me as I pulled off my clothes. Now that I was naked she moved me to the tree and snapped the cuffs closed, I was manacled to the tree. “You’ve made some dumb fucking moves John, but tonight you’ll live forever.” She took my belt and tied my neck tight to the tree with it. “Fiona…” SLAP! with left. SLAP! with the right. I tasted blood, “Not one god dammed word!” She folded the blade and stepped back to my car just as her Roadster came along in a cloud of dust.
Fiona sat there, hands flat against the hood of my car and watched as the driver immerged. He was a least six foot four, 235 lbs. He looked Asian or Indian. He was dark with black hair pulled into a ponytail. He walked up to her and gently raised one huge hand to her cheek and her head disappeared behind it. He was a full foot taller her. She had to tip her head back to look at him. Now she pulled his shirt from his pants and helped him take it off over his head. He looked like a statue in a museum, angular planes of muscles in perfect proportion. She ran her hands down the hard lines of his hairless chest, licked his nipples and traced the hard sculpted muscles of his arms. Now he pulled the ribbon on the neck of her cape and there she stood in the light of two cars, the perfect shape of woman, the bone stays of her corset throwing shadows, her breasts rising over the top, blonde hair spilling down her back. With one pull she popped the string on his pants and the silk fell in a heap. He bent his head to her ear and she nodded. Now he turned and I saw his cock. Fiona ran her hand around his hairless crotch, felt his ball sack then closed her hand around his dick, her hand looked small. Soft, his cock was the size of mine when it’s hard. Standing naked in the night air, manacled to a tree I prepared myself to watch Fiona and this God fuck each other’s brains out. But that was not to be.
The God turned and got a bottle of something from the Roadster and walked towards me. At the same time Fiona got two bottles of wine and a glass and went back to my car. The God stood before me, relaxed, huge, tall, beautiful and naked. “Olive oil” he said holding up the bottle, “like the Greeks, remember?” I shook my head, I didn’t remember, couldn’t speak. Was this guy for real? “For lubrication, heat releases the smells, very cool.” My eyes locked on his, my neck hurt, my wrists hurt. “That’s right John, you and I are going to get it on. Didn’t she tell you?” I was freaking. I pulled at the cuffs, tried too wrest my neck free. “Relax man, relax, I’m going take care of you. They call me Jake, not my real name. We’re brothers right?” He poured oil onto his palm and started to massage his meat. He rubbed the oil into his pubic area. He took his time. He enjoyed my watching him. He took pride in his body and his cock. He stopped and held his cock in his open hand. It was two feet from my face. He was aroused now. His cock lay in his open hand. Jake let me watch as his organ grew in size. Slowly it filled with blood until it stood erect. I watched without breathing. It was a beautiful sight. As it began to swell, the veins rose out, his cock darkened, took a sweeping shape and grew in length and girth. Now he poured oil over the plum like head and let it run slowly run down onto his shaved balls. His big cock now stood hard and away from his body, it glistened in the moonlight. He stroked himself slowly to spread the oil all around. He worked the excess oil between his legs and onto his marble ass. When he was satisfied he held his cock tightly at the base and let me get a good long look. It wasn’t that his cock was huge, which it was. It was that it was beautiful, awesome, fascinating, erotic and frightening. Jake moved around beside me and spoke softly into my ear. “Tell me you’re not just a little excited John.” “The way it’s going happen, I’ll oil you up and soften you up, just relax, don’t fight me. I’ll slide in, we’ll have our moment.” I was in no position to argue.
Fiona bent over the door of the Roadster and pushed in a CD. Iranian music filled the night, swirling, high pitched, a woman’s voice rising, wailing. Fiona started dancing in the dust.
Jake, poured oil on my back and it ran down into the crack of my ass. The big man reached to my ass and started to massage me, all the while talking in my ear. I tightened and fought him. “Easy John, easy, this gonna happen. I told you I’d take care of you.” His massive hand explored my ass, strong fingers popping in and out. He kicked at my feet to spread my legs. He oiled my balls and even spread some on my dick, which had come to a state of extreme hardness. “You see John, you just a little excited about tonight.” He said fondling me. No man had ever touched my cock. “Let’s do this thing.” He said.
Fiona whirled in the dust, threw away her shoes and grabbed a bottle of wine.
My sphincter was soft now, my prostate glowing warm, Jake untied my neck. “You not going anywhere.” Things were beginning to happen fast.
Fiona spun and drank from the bottle, raised it high and let it spill down her neck. Rivulets of blood red wine flowed off her nipples.
Jake moved behind me, pored oil on his hand and put two fingers inside me, he was rough now. He worked them in deep, took them out and then began to rub the head of his cock up and down my ass looking for the right angle. I dug my toes into the soft earth. I needed to be rooted. Jake’s huge oiled cock ran up the crack of my ass and then down between my legs. I looked down. For a moment our two cocks were side by side and he stroked them both. I could feel him explore every inch of me - then he found the hole he had so expertly opened.
Fiona whirled and dropped to her knees, her stockings instantly torn to pieces, she tore at her panties and threw them aside. Wine poured into her mouth and down her chin. She held the bottle above her head and swayed beneath the pouring wine.
Jake pressed firmly and slowly eased his dick into me as I fought for air. I clawed at the earth. It seemed to take for ever, his filling me. He drove his cock like a truck. He drove a few inches in. Pulled back and then drove in deeper. And then again and again until his whole huge snake was deep inside me. Now he was fucking me, slowly and gently.
Wine poured into Fiona’s smooth mound and onto her cupped hand, she started rubbing her pussy and bucking.
Jake’s strokes were getting longer and deeper. I fought to maintain my sanity. With one huge hand Jake clamped onto my shoulder to pull me upright and with the other he held my belly soothing me like a nervous horse.
Now Fiona stood, the strange music filled the treetops, putting the moon in a trance. She danced around the second bottle. The dust had turned to mud now and her hair was matted and wild.
Jake pulled out slowly, every inch of me closing up as his withdrew then I yielded as he gave me one long hard thrust that buried his whole cock inside me. The bark of the tree tore at my neck and with each thrust from Jake I held tighter.
Now Fiona knelt before the second bottle, took a pull off the first and threw it away.
Jake gripped hard and slammed me, his balls pounded against my ass once, twice and then again and again. I couldn’t stand it. Now I was filled with a wild need. I needed more cock. I drove myself back against him to see if he had any more. Now I wanted him. Come fuck me! Come fuck me! I wanted him deep. His thick, hard, oiled cock opened me wide slid its entire length until I felt the hilt. He couldn’t get deep enough. I spread my legs wider. I wanted to be fucked, to be taken, to feel hot cock deep inside me. Move your cock! Let me feel you! I groaned, fuck me you God! Fuck me, come on fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, come on god dammit! Fuck me my ass! Fuck me….
Fiona rolled onto her back and pushed the neck of the bottle into her pussy, wine pumped and sprayed out, red wine ran onto her flat belly, down her legs, down her ass. She worked the neck of the bottle in and out; moaning and crying, teeth gnashing hip quivering, wine going everywhere.
Jake grabbed my hips from either side and me fucked hard. He held still now and I pumped my ass up and down his thick, hard, slick shaft. Jake spoke softly, “That’s it. That’s it.” I was doing the fucking now and he was bracing against me. When I came close to base of his cock he gave a thrust that slammed his balls against my ass and pushed the air out of my lungs.
Fiona pulled the bottle out of her pussy, flung it into the trees and got to her knees. She grabbed the wine glass now and placed it on the ground beneath her pussy and looked me dead in the eye.
I fought for balance and focus as Jake lifted me off the ground and impaled me. I hooked my feet behind his knees and hugged the tree. Every inch of Jake’s cock was now inside me and every nerve in my body felt alive and new. I was shaking and trembling, tears running down my cheeks. Jake stopped for a moment, his balls pressed hard against my ass and wiggled ever so slightly to make sure I had him all. I could feel the bones of his pelvis and my ass spread out against his hard abdomen. I could feel his member pulsing inside me. The night grew still. “Oh please, oh please. Not over, not over..”
Fiona smiled a slow sexy smile and let the wine stored in her pussy flow into glass. She got to her feet, stockings torn, hair all gone to hell, corset ripped and shifted and walked to me. The wine she held under my nose was from another world. It smelled of over ripened fruit, of pussy and the open ocean. She tipped the glass into my mouth and I drank it, it burned and refreshed. What I didn’t drink and what didn’t go down my chin she poured over my head. With a sudden spin she sent the wine glass crashing against the ground and fell to her knees in front of me and began to masturbate wildly.
Jake let out a groan and pushed me hard. He reached down and held his balls and my balls together with one hand and jerked me off with the other. Jake leaned over me and took my ear in his teeth. He fucked me with short hard strokes until we both came. His grunts and sighs filled my ear and sent shivers down my back. He was everywhere at once. He was in my ass, on my balls, stroking my cock. I went limp. I sprayed cum into the night air. Jake held me up. His orgasm sent load after load of hot sperm crashing into me. Each spasm of his cock seemed to travel its length and end in a crack! that sent cum pounding deep inside me and my neck slamming into the tree. He kept my ear in his teeth and made little noises. Our balls pulsed together, our orgasms timed. He held my cock until it stopped quaking. I didn’t want him to leave, I pushed back against him, my feet still desperately locked behind his knees and ground in a circular motion. He responded by gently pushing his dick back inside me. I whimpered and bit my bleeding lip.
Fiona finally stopped climaxing and just lay beneath me. Her chest was heaving and she was gently fingering her clit. Fiona looked up and our eyes met, she smiled at me and kept rolling her clit. Jake slowly fucked me. This was the tender moment, Jake beautifully, expertly pumping my ass deeply, rubbing a hand across my back, my neck, caressing my balls and Fiona and I staring at each other, the moon above, the strange music disappearing into the night. I don’t know how long we went on like that, all I know is that from that point on I would long to have a cock in my ass again, that I would want to lie beneath a man, take him inside me, feel him moving inside me, see him move above me, trace the tensed muscles of his back and ass and then hold him tight as he lost himself in hot halting rhythmic bursts. I would want to give a man head, to suck his dick, to taste his musky sex, to lick the hard veins of his arousal. I would want to feel his balls against my chin, hold them as they filled and then let him spend himself inside my mouth. I would want to clean the last of the tangy cum from every inch of his softening member and then bring him back to hardness. But most of all, most of all I knew I would want to once again have this moment.
Jake slipped his dick out of me, helped me to the ground and then un-cuffed one hand. Slowly the two of them dressed. I was exhausted, I could feel his warm sperm leaking out of me. I reached my hand down and put two fingers in my hole. I was slick with oil and sperm and blood. I felt empty, like I would always be empty. I slipped another finger in and held my fuck hole in a clutch. My fuck hole. Yes. That’s was it was. My fuck hole. And I am a slut. I reached in deeper and tightened my grip. I had been hit, tied to a tree and raped. I was cold, my neck was bruised and bleeding. I felt sad and happy and empty and alone. What had started as a rape had ended in my weeping and begging for more. I was pathetic but I did not care. As I watched Jake walk away, I was shaking uncontrollably. Fiona came over to me. She slid one cool, muddy, bloody foot under my cheek and turned my face so that I was looking up at her. She put her big toe into my open mouth, clawed my cheek with her other toes and shifted her weight onto that leg distorting my features. She looked at me a long time. My face was ground into the semen soaked earth. One hand was between my legs. She leaned harder on that leg, I was gagging on her muddy toe. I slapped and grabbed her ankle with my free hand. She ground harder and twisted. I released and went limp.
“Happy birthday honey. Hurry home. I love you.” She stood off and walked across the park leaving me in the dirt, naked, bloody and violated.
Jake and my wife got into the Roadster speed off.
