ALL Chapters & Episodes of Sweet Sinner : Take Me To That Illicit Place by Bomi - Page 2

The house being dark meant the family was left on some trip and probably wouldn't be back for three or four days at the earliest. I went into my house, dropped my things in their normal place, and debated about the shower. I wandered into my room and saw that the housekeeper had changed my sheets, a service the family provided me without me ever asking, but they knew how grateful I was for this. Since there were clean sheets on my bed, I decide to shower before bed. I wandered into my bathroom, turned on the water, and stripped while it heated up. I tossed my dirty clothes into my laundry bin, which was also empty. I knew that all my dirty clothes from the week were cleaned, folded, pressed, and put away. Thus, another reason I wasn't considering moving from here anytime soon.Once the water was at the right temperature, I climbed in, stood under the stream and let it beat down on my tired, dirty, and achy body. I could see the dust and dirt run down into the drain while I processed

Plus, until now, I hadn't realized he was wearing a condom which made me breathe a sigh of relief as I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant or an STD just to fulfill my dark fantasy. He slowly filled me, forcing me to feel every inch, until I felt his balls hit my clit. His cock felt longer, confirming what I suspected, he wasn't Jimmy. He grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms behind me, pushed me down under the water and began to pump within me. One hand held my wrists while the other began to fondle my clit."Oh fuck Zeela, your pussy is so fucking tight.""Your cock is so big!" I cried.With every thrust, I squirmed and moaned. I had never enjoyed sex more, and this stranger was doing exactly what he said, fulfilling one of my darkest fantasies. Here I was, in my shower being fucked by a strange man and loving it."Harder!" I cried. "Fuck me harder!""Gladly!" he said and slammed his cock into my pussy.With each thrust, my body responded just as he seemed to want it to and I sc

"Mmmmm," I moaned."Oh yes Zeela Peterson, suck my cock."I licked the sides and head while he fucked my mouth with his cock. A few times he thrust deep into my mouth to where I choked a couple of times, but never forced me to fully deep throat him. Then he spun around, never removing his cock from my mouth, and leaned down. I felt his bare chest against my body as his head went between my legs and I felt the smoothness of the leather hood on my thighs as his tongue licked my pussy and clit. I moaned on his cock as he began to lick my pussy from my clit to my anus. I felt his finger slip inside me, followed by a second and then a third. I arched my hips into his face while he continued to fuck my mouth with his cock and my pussy with his fingers. Then I felt something change with his fingers and I thought he was just adjusting things until I felt his finger enter my ass. I squealed with shock and pleasure as he began to fuck my pussy and my ass with his amazing fingers. He sucked an

I woke to the sun shining on my face, alone in my bed. My head hurt as I tried to sit up. I started to think my night was an intense dream until I saw the marks on my wrists from the restraints, and the remains of my baby doll and panties on the floor. I went to the bathroom, took care of business, slipped on my robe, and walked into my living room. There I was greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling. I wandered into the kitchen to see the back of the man from my night of intense sex and passion cooking breakfast. He was wearing my apron, a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. On the counter was a black leather hood. I picked it up, looked at the holes where his eyes and lips were, and could smell leather and me, or rather my pussy on it.I set it down and heard, "Want some coffee?"I looked up and into the hazel eyes of Eric Keller, Jimmy's friend and the man I was sure who had fucked me all night long. "Eric? What are you doing here?""Currently fix

"Yeah. I'm sure I pissed off a few sluts."Eric laughed. "I'm sure you did, too.""Okay, so how did you know about my fantasies?""Easy, Jimmy came over one night after your breakup and proceeded to get really drunk. I'm not sure if you know this, but Jimmy tends to talk when he's drunk.""Yeah, I knew that.""So, he sat on my couch, told me about your dark fantasies of being fucked by a stranger in the shower or being tied to the bed and how sick he found them. He thought you were such a nice girl. He went on to say how he couldn't see himself with such a slutty girl and that's why you two broke up.""Yeah, that's about right. That and he had a real ugly double standard.""What do you mean?""Have you ever seen the porn he's into?""No.""He loved watching the major BDSM and gangbangs. He would even love to watch that Japanese anime shit, especially the tentacled creatures fucking the young girls.""Oh yeah, I've seen that before.""But when I said I liked it, he called me a freak."

Beth sighed, and leaned her weight toward the mirror, setting her hands against the tile wall around it. An old bathroom, but functional, and clean. And the mirror still worked, so she gazed at her reflection, and frowned at it.She was an attractive woman, sure. Tall, pale skin, green eyes, black hair cut to the shoulder, and she was quite thin. Maybe too thin as of late; not eating enough will do that. People at work said she was starting to look like a regular Morticia Addams, minus the boobs. Assholes. But, she didn’t have the time, or the energy, to fix herself proper food lately. That was a confounding problem, only getting worse as she refused to take care of herself, and she was sure she’d eventually get past it. For now though, she had work to do.She walked up the stairs of the old home, and listened to its ancient creaks and how they summoned old memories, before she stepped into the kitchen. The glass door to the patio was modern, but everything else about the kitchen was

Dig she did, once she found the box. Razors, makeup kits, deodorant, tampons, painkillers, and a billion other things she was sure she didn’t actually own, but someone had sneaked into the box while she’d been packing. Geoff had said she had a bunch of crap she didn’t use in her cupboards. Maybe he was right? No, fuck Geoff. Geoff is never right.Worse than digging through the box in the nigh complete darkness, was looking around at the darkness while digging. Much as she recognized this place from her childhood, that was a long time ago, and it lacked the intimate familiarity she had with her apartment. Learning to walk around in your new home was something to be done in the light, and learning how to do it in darkness, fresh off the bench, was a mistake waiting to happen.“Found ya!” She whipped out the flashlight from the box, spilling some of the box’s contents as she did, and she jumped as a plastic bottle bounced around on the floor. The only good thing about this situation was

Beth froze, and goosebumps crawled up her spine, as she heard a quiet noise that sounded way too much like a growl. She spun around and shined her light around, up along the boxes, the walls, and to the small stairway that led back up to the family room. No movement.“Rat? ... Coyote?” The region did have coyotes, but she couldn’t imagine one had managed to sneak into the house. It could have been a rat though, a very large, angry, bite-her-toes-off rat!No screaming! No squealing! She was a grown woman, and she wasn’t afraid of a rat. Spiders, yes, but not rats. Spiders and their creepy crawly hairy legs would forever be her bane, while rats were vermin to be exterminated; by a professional, not her.She reached for the breaker box, and a shuffling sound chilled her to her core. Her heart stopped, and she slowly moved the light around as she looked for the source. Had a box moved? Didn’t look like it. There were maybe twenty cardboard boxes around, and a few plastic tubs, decades of

The upstairs hallway was hardwood flooring, and had four doors. On her left was a bathroom, and on the right was the first bedroom, the kids’ bedroom; more like, guests’ kids’ bedroom. Past that were two more doors, again on her left and right. The one on the right was a guest bedroom, and the one on the left, was her bedroom. Gammy’s bedroom.She had a sudden desire to check the other bedrooms for intruders. And then she thought better of it. She didn’t want to look into the rooms in the dark, with only a candle for light, creating crazy shadows. No, for now she’d—Prepare yourself for me.She’d take a shower. She hadn’t showered yet today, so, she could go for one. Besides, it wasn’t late enough to fall asleep.She stepped into the bathroom, reached for the light, and stopped herself before she flipped it. Right right, leave it off. She’d brought candles for a reason. She set the three candles down on the long counter, and lit the remaining two. Three candles in the bathroom wasn’t