Coworkers At The Doublemeat Palace ~ Cleaning The Counters ~ How Does That Washer Work Again ~ Hello To You

Leather and Lace ~ Midnight Train To Rapture ~ Please ~ Santa’s Naughty Little Elves ~ Spin Cycle: Just Another Friday Night

The Neighbor

 

 

 

 

Spontaneous Liaisons Series

Written by Bre and Zo

 

 

 

 

 

Coworkers at the Doublemeat Palace

Written by Bre

 

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing... he was my new coworker? That tall, dark and handsome over there? Why was here in the first place? Surely he could get a better job than this... perhaps modeling upon which I would worship the ground he walked on... which might already be an issue...

 

I can see Wesley talking to him. I can’t hear them over the bustling of the crowd but I know they’re talking about his little locker in the backroom, his new position, and all that silly nonsense. Why was Wesley bothering? Didn’t he know that the new guy didn’t belong here? Didn’t he know that those muscled arms belonged on the cover of Playgirl?

 

Buffy chuckled to herself. Playgirl... like she’d ever actually looked at one...

 

"Excuse me... hello in there... you are supposed to be serving here!"

 

"Hmmm... what?" I ask, turning back around to address the rudeness of whoever the hell was talking to me. I narrow my eyes when all I see is a young girl with streaky blonde hair completely covered in bubblegum pink. She couldn’t possibly be serious... while I may work at the Doublemeat Palace, I have a little bit of fashion sense... I mean, that shade of pink?

 

Realizing where my train of thought is going and coming to the conclusion that I had spent one too many days shopping with Cordelia, which the brunette insisted on calling ‘therapy sessions’ after my breakup, I smiled as sweetly as I could before speaking, "The line starts over there."

 

I see her eyes switch between me and the long line where people wait impatiently. She glares at me. "I don’t need another meal," she snaps. "I need more ketchup."

 

"And you came all the way over to the dark corner to ask me that when there were three other people behind the counter?" I ask snottily. She opens her mouth in shock before huffing and turning around. I roll my eyes. Damn girl better not complain... it was her who started it.

 

"Buffy."

 

The voice interrupts my thoughts of third grade court and I turn to my name. The breath immediately escapes me when I see him standing before me. God, he’s even better looking close up. How can that be possible? So... yummy... I feel my tongue dart out to wet my lips and I blush as his eyes switch to watch it rove over my mouth.

 

They almost instantly move back to my eyes and I can feel his gaze attacking me... in such a good way... the wetness between my legs surges forward and I feel my knees shake slightly as Wesley introduces us. I can barely hear him. His voice is so distant yet I manage to stick my hand out to shake his.

 

"Nice to meet you," I say softly, squeezing his hand a bit tighter at his oddly soft skin. I would swear later that a fierce jolt rocked my system.

 

"You, too," he says just as quietly and I smile up at him. Wesley merely looks between us before smiling himself.

 

"Great. Buffy, do me the favor of showing this young man to his locker and collecting his gear. I want him to start today... we are a little short handed."

 

All I can do is nod, my hand still clasped in his. I watch his mouth quirk into an amused half-smile. What was he thinking?

 

"Buffy?"

 

It takes a moment, but I finally snap back to reality. What am I doing, standing here, staring at a man I don’t know... just barely met... hadn’t Parker hurt her enough for the last two years? I turn to look at my employer.

 

"Will you show him?"

 

"Yeah," I reply quickly, practically ripping my hand from his as I lean against the counter, half to keep from touching him more and to steady my weak feet. "Yes," I reply with a more professional tone as I push myself away from the cracked counter, smoothing my hands down my outfit, suddenly remembering the horrible hat sitting on my head. My eyes switch to his beautiful hair and I realize he’ll have to cover it with the hat... what was he doing here again? Why isn’t he an actor or something? "You can follow me."

 

I can’t help but notice his open perusal as I pass him by and Wesley nods in satisfaction before turning to help with the customer overload. My back tingles and I want to think that he is staring at it, but who knows... I might just be paranoid.

 

"Your locker will be back here," I say, cringing as my voice cracks according to my dry throat. Dammit, I curse to myself, wishing I didn’t look like the obvious moron I must look. "And you can keep your work outfit here as well... there is a washer and dryer to clean it..."

 

"Where can I find this outfit?"

 

I practically jump out of my skin as I realize he is standing directly behind me. His deep voice makes the hairs on my arms stand up in a strange mixture of desire and a heavy dose of lust. His hot breath tickles my neck. I turn around to face him on what I can only blame on instinct as I look up at him. Swallowing thickly, I respond, "O-over there."

 

I stuttered. I can’t believe I stuttered. I felt like dying on the spot as his gorgeous smile lit up his face once more. God, he’s laughing at me. Tearing my eyes away from his, I turn quickly.

 

"Your locker is in the corner. I need to get back to work."

 

Before I can leave, as I desperately needed to do, his hand shoots out and grasps my elbow Just needed to get away from him. Where she could ignore him until he hopefully forgot about her humiliation and embarrassment. But then his strong fingers were caressing me right where it feels good on my elbow, that small spot, and I gasp as a fire of hot desire roars against the pit of my stomach. I turn to look at him.

 

"I don’t know where the outfits are," he says in a husky voice. God... his voice shoots threads of chills raining over my body and I look into his eyes. They’re so much darker than they were before... so much more intense... so damn sexy...

 

"I can show you," I say absently as his hand moves up my arm, his hand leaving a trail of lusty pain against my flesh. His large hand moves over the horrible red-orange of my shirt before resting against the side of my neck... his thumb... dear God that thumb...

 

He leans in and I feel my eyelids are heavy as I look up at him. His _expression is nothing but want... exactly what I was feeling... the intensity of it slightly frightened her before adding a shot of thrilling excitement. Before I know it, his lips are a mere centimeter away from mine as he breathes softly. "Where?"

 

"Over there," I manage to say before his lips are on mine. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries as he delves his strong tongue into my mouth, demanding entrance. All I can do is comply, opening my lips to grant him entrance. As if it has a life of its own, my tongue instantly greets his and soon we are in a desperate duel. I don’t even feel him pushing me back until I hit the cool metal of the lockers. I break the kiss to gasp for breath as he bows his head down to attack my neck.

 

His hands roam my body endlessly and I can feel them all over until he focuses his attention on my ass. He cups it and I feel as if it fits perfectly into the curve of his hands as he pulls me up, lifting me from the floor. I instantly wound my legs around his hips as my back digs into the roughness of the locker doors, but my mind is elsewhere.

 

His kisses are like a drug and I’m suddenly, painfully, addicted. I can’t get enough as I push my tongue into his mouth. I can feel his hard cock pressing against the juncture between my legs and I curse myself for feeling the need to wear pants instead of my skirt. A small but dire obstacle...

 

"Lose the pants," he grunts in my ear and I moan in agreement, my fingernails digging into his back. Suddenly I’m on the floor and I blink before he smirks at me. Realizing what he wanted, my hands fly to the button of my pants and I push them down anxiously as he slowly unzips his own jeans. Looking up at him as inconspicuously as I can as I lift my foot free, I watch as his hard cock pops free. I freeze.

 

How can a man be as big as he is? How could he possibly fit inside me? A small amount of panic instantly rises in my chest and I wonder what I’m doing until he reaches out for me again. I’m already moving to him, my arms winding around his waist as he hugs my shoulders, his mouth on my in an instant. All the thoughts I thought about thinking were gone in a millisecond as I once again experienced the pleasure of his tongue.

 

I move to jump into his arms again but he speaks before I can. "Underwear," is his chosen word and I blush deeply as I realize I had forgotten them. I can feel my hands shaking as I push them underneath the waistband, pushing them down impatiently. His hot gaze is on me as are his hands on my hips.

 

My sharp cry of surprise at the cool metal touching my heated flesh echoes in the small room and he smirks before looking over his shoulder. "Keep it down... wouldn’t want to get fired on the first day."

 

I merely smiles him, at a loss of words. But then thinking isn’t required and I’m being lifted once more. One hand snakes in between my legs and I feel his long fingers at my wet entrance. I bite my lip, his words ringing in my mind as he caresses my clit. The sensations coursing through my body are like hot lava and I fight the urge to cry out. Wouldn’t want Wesley to walk in on this... wouldn’t be good...

 

"Oh, God, " I whisper as he moves his fingers in sharp circles, caressing every angle possible. I tighten my legs around his hips and he grunts in response, increasing his pressure. "Yes... oh, God, don’t stop... don’t stop... yes... don’t stop..."

 

And then I explode. I clutch him to me and he responds by leaning against me, pushing me further into the lockers. My fingernails dig into his back and I push my face into his shoulder to stifle my cry. Even with the extra precaution, it sounds loud to my ears and I pant roughly as my hot juices seep forward. It is then that I realize I can feel the velvety tip of his hard cock against my thigh, rubbing gently. He moans slightly as some of his thick pre-cum drips onto my leg. It’s hot and leaves a wet trail as it falls further.

 

I faintly feel his hand move away from my quivering clit towards his hard member. My eyes snap open as he positions it at my entrance and I meet his eyes. All I see is a small twinkle before he thrusts into me deeply. I can’t help the loud cry that falls free from my lips and his hand shoots out to cover my mouth, his hips pausing in their actions as he waits for someone to walk in. As silence passes, he slowly pulls back before pushing back in.

 

I can smell my juices on his fingers and it only fuels my hot desire for him. His mouth replaces his fingers as his pace increases, his hard cock caressing my hot flesh in the most delightful way. Everything that had weighed on my mind before was gone... it was as if I was seeing the world in a different light. Everything was made better... just as long as he was thrusting that hardness into her.

 

I can hear small grunts coming from his throat and I feel my pleasure increase at the knowledge that it is I that elicited that reaction from him. The meeting is short and hard and the loud jostling of the lockers behind me is ignored... it was what I would come to think of as delightfully violent.

 

It takes a mere few minutes before I’m once again coming around him. I can feel my walls clench against him tightly and I know that he feels it as well. His eyes squeeze shut as he thrusts into me a few more short times before I feel his hot cum shoot into me. I find myself coming again and I allow a low moan to escape my throat.

 

It was the first time I had come during sex without my clit being caressed. And it had been better than everything I had ever experienced.

 

He slumps against me and I pant into his hair. Before I know it, I’m replacing my clothes and straightening my shirt. He lets me know my hair is mussed. I tell him he has light pink lipstick on his lips.

 

And then I show him where he can find his outfit, his locker and how to use the washer and dryer.

 

And then back to work.

 

 

 

 

Cleaning The Counter

Written by Bre

 

He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

 

Everything around him reminded him of her tight ass, her supple breasts that had the most delicious dusky nipples... or so he imagined. He had yet to experience that little perk...

 

Even the goddamn fries were a cause for a hard on. Just the thought that she had touched them was enough to send him spiraling into a well of need and desire. Lust would be a more appropriate name for that feeling. Strong, hot lust roaring through my veins for that little woman.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her talking to some young teenage boys. She smiled flirtatiously, as if they hadn’t just gone done fucking against some lockers a few hours ago. She looked perfect. Not a mark on her beautiful skin nor a hair out of place.

 

The skin underneath her clothes was a different story.

 

Not paying attention to the mousy boy that was giving him instructions on how to use a grill - as if he didn’t know how to use a fucking grill - he allowed his brain to wander back to the delectable flesh that is Buffy. He could only imagine the scratches on his back. Just the thought shot shivers down his spine...

 

"Hello? Are you even listening to me? ‘Cause if you aren’t, I could go be doing something better with my time."

 

Angel’s eyes refocused on the boy standing before him. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. He had a rich nest of freckles on his cheeks and nose and dark brown hair. It was an... odd mixture with his features.

 

"I’m listening," Angel said, keeping his boredom to a minimum. He needed the job. He needed the money if he was going to get out of his Mom’s house. And, plus, there was the fabulous bonus...

 

"Good. Now, this dial..."

 

Angel’s mind began to wander again as the boy spoke a mere ten words.

 

Angel felt a hard tingling in the pit of his stomach at the memory of her strong vaginal walls clenching him and he felt his pants become noticeably tighter.

 

Angel cursed.

 

It was only ten in the morning.

 

It was going to be a long fucking day.

 

Without the fucking, he thought unhappily as Buffy moved towards the ladies room.

 

***

 

"Buffy."

 

Wesley was behind her in a quick second. Buffy looked behind her in surprise as she stilled her washing of the hamburger grill. "Yeah?"

 

"I know that you’re opening tomorrow and that you do have a life but I need a favor."

 

Buffy lifted an eyebrow. She couldn’t count on her fingers and her toes put together how many times she had done Wesley a favor and stayed late for him. She always argued that she had a life to attend to, which was a sad lie. Sighing, she smiled.

 

"I can stay, Wesley. Nothing going on tonight that can’t wait until tomorrow."

 

Wesley smiled at her gratefully. "Wonderful. The boys are at home and Lilah appears to have ran off again."

 

Buffy smiled. "Really. It’s fine. No excuses. Am I the only one left?"

 

Wesley shook his head as he moved towards the door, his hat off and a dark coat in his hands. "No. I believe the new boy is in the back somewhere... Angel, is his name."

 

Buffy felt her back stiffen. Angel was still here. And they were all by themselves. Buffy wanted to tell herself that she should yell after Wesley to come back but she knew that it was a lie.

 

But she also knew that it was very unlikely that she would be getting a repeat performance of what had happened that morning. She couldn’t have been that good, anyway.

 

Waving to Wesley, she felt her happy spirit weigh down slightly. What the hell was he doing here late anyway? Shouldn’t he be eager to get the hell out and find someone who could actually respond better? Plus, he probably did this with everyone he meets on the first day at the job. A way to get closer to a higher place in the small corporate ladder.

 

Asshole.

 

***

 

Angel watched her from where she had just waved goodbye to Wesley. She was alone. He was alone.

 

What a perfect situation.

 

As the day had gone by, the hard feeling in his pants had become increasingly uncomfortable. He found himself "exploring" the large freezer a couple of times just as an attempt to relieve the pressure. He would normally move on to the bathroom and jack off but he the only way he wanted to come was when he was between her strong legs, fucking her until she screamed.

 

Her hips were shaking as she pushed the scrubber against the grill. He could see her muscles flexing as she worked. She was a beautiful piece of art if he had ever seen one...

 

Angel watched as she moved away from the grill, picking up a washcloth as she threw away the other. Running it under some warm water, she began to wipe down the counter. The counter... such a wonderful place to serve food... make food... eat... food...

 

"Do you need any help cleaning up?" he asked as he moved away from the corner.

 

Buffy turned around quickly, her eyes wide. How long had he been standing there? "No. Actually, you can go home, now... if you want."

 

"Are you sure?" Angel asked, his eyebrow raising. "I can be mighty wicked with a washcloth."

 

Buffy chose not to think about what he just said. "Really. I can close up."

 

"I’ll stay."

 

"And do what? Watch me clean?" Buffy snapped. Angel chuckled.

 

"No... I don’t watch. I do."

 

Buffy raised her eyebrows skeptically, once more ignoring the innuendo. "Really?"

 

Angel smirked. "Yeah. Like fucking you on that counter."

 

Buffy froze. Did he just say what she thought he just said? No way... she was imagining things. She had to be. Then his fingers were on her back and trailing downwards along her spine and she felt chills run rampant through her body. She shivered.

 

"Or eating you out... fingering you... kissing you... Whatever you’d like," he said as he moved closer to her. He saw the goose bumps rise on her skin. "Do I scare you?"

 

Buffy was more into it than she would have liked to admit. "No."

 

"Good."

 

Turning her around, Angel tossed the washcloth away before picking her up and setting her on the counter. "I’m going to take your pants off... and then..."

 

His long fingers were at the button to her pants before she could have even thought to protest and she lifted her hips without him having to ask as he pulled them down her legs. Slipping her shoes off easily, her resumed his position before the counter. He looked down at her and smiled.

 

Buffy closed her eyes, leaning her head back as he moved down her body. He nipped at her breasts and she arched into his touch, knowing he could feel her hard nipples. But he continued on, lower... lower... Buffy gasped as face pushed into the crotch of her panties. Widening her legs, she draped one leg over his shoulder as she lifted the other closer towards her chest.

 

Buffy heard a tear and opened her eyes only to close them almost immediately as he licked a hot trail down her cleft, causing her to buck her hips towards him in blatant invitation. He kissed her softly as he moved back up, his hands anchoring her hips to the counter as he pushed himself further into her. Flattening his tongue, he pushed it into her tight hole and felt her slick walls clenching against him. Buffy cried out softly as his nose bumped against her clit, her hips moving regardless of his hands to her own rhythm.

 

As a river of her juices came flowing from her, Angel moved to lick her puffy lips before taking her clit into his mouth and sucking roughly. Buffy cried out brokenly as she arched her hips towards him, her intent clear. Swirling his tongue around the swollen nubbin, Angel listened as her cries grew louder and louder, her strangled voice echoing through the restaurant.

 

With a sudden jerk, she came, a scream in the form of his name erupting from her lips as she sat up straight, her hand pushing against his head as he continued to suck. Riding out her orgasm, Buffy arched her back as he finally bit down softly, causing a wave of intensity to rush over her.

 

Several minutes passed as she laid back down and sighed softly. The sound of a zipper being released didn’t trigger anything in her mind nor did his hands lifting her legs. When she finally moved on the counter, she opened her eyes to see what he was doing only to find herself staring at his large manhood, poised at her entrance.

 

She found herself aching for him, her hole clenching rhythmically as if waiting for him to finally thrust into her. She didn’t have to wait long as he smoothly moved into her, his hands holding her legs up and apart, causing deeper penetration.

 

Small grunts and loud moans were heard throughout the Doublemeat Palace as the two worked the other, thrusting and working towards the inevitable release. Buffy could feel her orgasm fast approaching and arched her back, her mouth gaping. Lifting her legs closer towards her chest, she cried, "Harder!" as he reached further within her.

 

He complied, grunting with the exertion, turning into a small moan at the end as Buffy gasped his name before once more releasing a loud scream, his name following on her lips, her walls rippling rapidly.

 

Opening his eyes, he jerked as he spilled his hot cum into her waiting body. He could see her nipples clearly through her shirt and he fell forward onto her chest. He could feel her erratic heartbeat as he sighed, fighting his body for control once more.

 

"Guess you’re going to have to clean the counter again."

 

The End

 

 

 

How Does That Washer Work Again

Written by Bre

 

"Hey... Buff?"

 

Buffy looked up from where she was cleaning the counter, what seemed the hundredth time she’d done it. The damp cloth in her hand was quickly drying and she would need to re-wet it again. And that would mean going back to the locker room where the large sink was. Where he was. From where he had called her.

 

"Yeah?" she called timidly.

 

It was early morning and it had been her turn to open the restaurant and get everything ready to go. That’s what comes with working at the same place for as many months as she had. But to her surprise, Angel had already been there, rummaging around the locker room and moving in and out of the kitchen, as if assessing his new office space. She had wondered how he’d actually gotten in, but didn’t ask and he didn’t offer the information.

 

"Can you come back here for a sec? I’m having trouble with something..."

 

Buffy sucked in a deep breath, as if in preparation. What could he need help with? What could possibly be so damn complicated that he needed her help with? A strong feeling - more of an urge - ran through her, making her want to run away. What the hell was happening with her? What had he done to her? What was he doing to her?

 

Staring down at the ugly counter top, she vividly remembered the images of last night, when he had lifted her up and ravaged her completely. She had never felt so completely satisfied as she came... the feelings he evoked when he was deep inside her were mind-blowing and a small part of her was determined not to lose that. Not to lose that feeling of closeness one could only feel with a stranger.

 

"Coming!"

 

Angel smirked at her use of words. He stood in the very back of the restaurant, near the emergency exit where the washing machine and dryer were. He had his clean uniform in hand but Buffy didn’t need to know that little tidbit. Where would the fun be in all this if she knew that?

 

Angel felt his dick harden instantly at the sound of her moving around, coming closer to where he was standing. Flashes of what had happened the night before flew through his mind and it was all he could do to not seek rather than just stand there and wait for her to come to him.

And the tight jeans he was wearing weren’t helping. He could feel his cock bulging and the pants were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. But his mind was almost instantly swept away when she came into view. She was wearing her customary uniform and a brown skirt. He smiled inwardly. Good girl.

 

Buffy could literally feel his leer as she came closer to him. She forced an annoyed/professional mask onto her face.

 

"What do you need help with, Angel?"

 

Her voice was like having the most talented of tongues sucking on his cock and he smirked at her. He turned towards the washer, fully aware of her awareness of his bulging pants. "I don’t remember how to use the washer."

 

Buffy lifted an eyebrow. "It’s a washer. Probably like the one you have at home."

 

Angel grinned teasingly. "Yeah, well, mine’s old, so they’re different. Could you show me?"

 

"Why do you need the washer? Your uniform is clean."

 

Angel shrugged. "Never know where it’s been. Plus, I like to be clean."

 

Buffy narrowed his eyes at his comment. The way the words rolled of his tongue... it was as if he was making everything he said a seduction. It gave her chills of anticipation rather than disgust. Swallowing, she stepped forward and leaned over to reach the large dial.

 

"First, you need to-"

 

Buffy’s words were cut off as he suddenly appeared behind her, pushing his chest into her back as he leaned forward as well. Buffy gasped at the feeling of his large cock pushing into her behind. Closing her eyes, she immediately swayed backwards in an attempt to get further contact where she wanted it more. But Angel had other plans.

 

"And?"

 

Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she blinked a few times. "And..."

 

Her eyes fluttered as his hands moved to cradle her hips before moving up her sides, the long digits caressing her through the cheap cotton she wore. A strangled moan escaped her mouth as his fingertips barely grazed the undersides of her breasts.

 

"Buffy? I still need to know how to use the washer..."

 

"Yes, the washer," Buffy said, her voice heavy with the sudden attack of lust as she forced herself to focus on the large dial... such a large piece of plastic. But not as big as the warm, delicious...

 

"Buffy?"

 

"First," Buffy said loudly, "you need to push it in." She pushed the button in just as Angel thrust against her. Buffy moaned again, spreading her legs further in an attempt to invite.

 

"Then you pour the detergent in..."

 

"Done it already," Angel whispered into her ear, his cool breath warming her skin.

 

"And then... you need to turn the knob to what you want." She moved the button in a circle, her arm heavy with the exertion. The only thing she wanted to be doing was wrapping it around his neck as he fucked her into the wall...

 

"Mmmhmmm..." he murmured into her neck, his lips centimeters away from touching her skin. She gasped as his tongue darted out to taste her.

 

"And then you pull."

 

Angel spun her around as she pulled the button, pushing her against the white washer as he moved to kiss her. Buffy eagerly complied, standing up taller to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She felt his fingers biting into her hips and she lifted a leg, wrapping it around him until she was cradling his ass.

 

"Angel," she gasped as his lips moved to her neck, his tongue darting. She moaned loudly as he lifted her up. The sound of the water rushing into large washer was deafening in her ears, as was her heartbeat as he forced himself between her legs, pulling her to the edge.

 

No words were spoken as he pushed her skirt upwards, giving him sight to one of the smallest thongs he had ever seen. There was no need to rip off any panties this time. Buffy watched as he watched his hand move away the tiny strap that was called underwear to reveal her pink pussy.

 

Smiling slightly at his exploration, she gasped as his finger moved up her cleft, pushing past her vaginal lips. Buffy felt her hips jerk as he grazed her clit.

 

Buffy felt the jerk in the washer as it finally began to clean whatever was in there, which she suspected was nothing. She didn’t remember him placing his uniform in there...

 

Moaning loudly, she threw her head back as the tiny vibrations from the machine filtered through her body, moving directly towards her core. Angel smirked at her actions. If she thought that was nice...

 

Buffy heard him unzipping his pants and opened her eyes in time to see him thrust into her. She cried out his name once more as he pulled her to the edge of the washer, filling her fully. Lifting her legs to wrap around his hips, she used them to assist his hard thrusts, her cries slowly getting louder and louder.

 

Angel grunted, leaning forward, his eyes closed tightly. The sensation of having her tightness squeezing him as wonderfully as it was was fantastic and he knew that it would merely be a short few minutes before he would be shooting his seed into her.

 

Reaching around her, her found the large button that Buffy had been using to help assist her mini-tutorial. He wasn’t a moron and he knew Buffy knew that. He knew how to use a washer. Twisting the small knob, he felt the washer instantly respond as it began to drain all the water in the large basin and spin as it sucked the excess water out.

 

Buffy’s eyes flew open as she released a loud cry, her eyes closing as the shaking washer shook them both. Angel cried out with her as she thrust into him. She felt his nails digging into her waist while his other hand held him up, providing him with leverage.

 

"Oh, God," Buffy cried, clenching her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. A few short moments later, she squealed, "I’m coming! Oh, god, I’m coming! Yes! Angel! Yes, yes! Oh... God!"

Angel felt his entire body tense as he finally let go, shooting his seed deep into her body.

 

Buffy stilled for a moment as she finally fell into the precipice of intense pleasure she had only ever felt with this one man. Groaning loudly, she felt him fall against her as the washer shook beneath them, still spinning violently. She felt another orgasm approach quickly and she thrust up wildly before falling over once more, keening her pleasure as she arched into him.

 

Buffy reached two more peaks before Angel fell back, taking her with him. Digging her nails into his shoulders, they laid against the floor, Buffy resting on top of him, drowsy and both surprisingly comfortable within each other’s arms.

 

Several minutes later, the washer finally stilled and Buffy lifted her head, propping her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

 

"You lied," she said matter-of-factly. "You said you didn’t know how to use a washer."

 

Angel chuckled. Thrusting up against her, he smiled as she closed her eyes, her juices running rampant.

 

"I don’t see you complaining."

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

Hello To You

Written by Bre

 

Buffy Summers was in a firestorm of desire and lust as she stared at the man before her, his nimble fingers playing with the wires that were usually hidden behind her phone jack. His long, muscular body covered in a white wifebeater and dirty jeans didn’t go unnoticed by her wandering eyes as she stared at him.

 

Running her hands down her body, she was suddenly very glad that she had worn the sundress she was wearing. It draped against her curves perfectly, accentuating all the right things as the low neck allowed more cleavage to be viewed. What originally had been a day for planting more flowers in the backyard was quickly turning into what she hoped was something much more...

 

"You just have dead wire, ma’am," Angel Roarke said, his back to the golden goddess behind him.. "This can be easily fixed. It will just take a few moments and then you’re phone will be fine again."

 

"Oh, good," Buffy said lightly, her hands running through her short hair. "Thank you so much for your assistance."

 

Angel felt his cock instantly harden at her husky voice and couldn’t help himself when he turned around to look at her. She was staring at him, her clouded, emerald eyes looking directly into his. He licked his lips before turning back to his work, his pants suddenly feeling very tight.

 

"Would you like some iced tea?" Buffy asked in a soft voice, moving up closer behind him. Angel was barely able to nod as he closed his eyes. He could imagine her hot little hands on his body in that moment...

 

"It will be just one moment," Buffy said, her mouth close to his ear as she placed her hand on his shoulder. An electric charge filled her body and she shivered.

 

Angel nodded.

 

Buffy moved into the kitchen with an unearthly grace and Angel found himself staring at her round ass, perfectly clothed in that tight white sundress. God, but she was amazingly hot...

 

Buffy took her time preparing his drink, not wanting to rush him out of her home. Adding ice cubes to the large pitcher one by one, she heard him snapping the jack back on. Slipping some sliced lemons into the cold concoction, she grabbed a glass for him and walked into the dining room, where the large table that seated eighteen loomed before her. Setting the glass items on the table, she ignored the sloshing of the liquid as she turned towards the living room.

 

"In here!" she called, smiling sweetly as he entered the room a mere moment later. Reaching down, she poured him a glass and handed it to him. The sun shining through the overhead windows made the room glow and Angel couldn’t help his wandering gaze as he stared at her breasts. Buffy giggled, causing them to move along with her. His cock jumped to attention once more.

 

Taking a long drink from the glass, Angel looked up into her face. He smacked his lips together as he finished. "It’s very good."

 

Buffy smiled softly. "Thank you. You’re very kind for saying so."

 

Angel smiled, setting the glass on the table. He couldn’t help but notice how large it was and how easily he could hoist her up onto the soft wood and pound into her. He could feel his cock thrusting into her tightness...

 

"You’re phone is fixed, Ms. Summers," Angel said, his eyes following her every movement as she moved closer to him. She nodded.

 

"Is it?"

 

"Yes. And it’s working now so you don’t have anything to worry about..."

 

"Thank you," Buffy said, standing directly in front of him, her neck craned so she could peer up at him. "But I could really use help with something else..."

 

"Mmmm?" Angel moaned, his eyes growing heavy with lust.

 

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down, her lips attacking his as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Angel instantly responded, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her up against the table. Buffy moaned in agreement as he kissed her roughly, his tongue seeking hers as they dueled.

 

Angel suddenly picked her up and settled her on top of the table, pushing himself between her legs. There was no asking in this. There was no questioning. There was only taking and the need to have the other do so.

 

Buffy gripped his hips with her legs as she opened them wider, reaching down to his belt. Quickly undoing it, her mouth never leaving his, she unbuttoned his jeans and ripped open the zipper. Pushing her hand into his pants and underneath his boxers, she found him hard and ready and she wrapped her small hand around his hard cock.

 

He groaned into her mouth before ripping his lips from hers, his eyes fluttering shut as she moved her small hand against his hard flesh insistently. Pushing her back against the table, Angel lifted her sundress, shoving it upwards as he came face to face with her marvelous naked state.

 

Buffy sighed as his hands found her breasts, still hidden by her dress, before they wandered lower, his long fingers dancing across her wonderful heat. Buffy pushed against his hand, allowing hers to slip from his jeans, as he pushed a finger inside her.

 

"Yesss..." she hissed, arching her back. Angel grinned down at her, marveling at her toned body as well as her radiant beauty.

 

Shoving his jeans down his hips and out of the way, he felt his hard member pop free from its confinement and slid her closer to the edge of the table. She opened her eyes to look up at him.

 

"I want you..." she said in a low voice, reaching her arms out as she sat up. Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered, "... to fuck me."

 

Angel’s response was to thrust into her hot heat. Buffy gasped and arched her back, throwing her head back as he pulled back out and pushed back into her. Buffy moaned loudly as she fell back against the table. Her hands gripped the edge of the table for leverage as he leaned down on his hands, beginning a rough rhythm that had Buffy crooning her pleasure at the top of her lungs as she neared her crisis several minutes later. Pushing her legs farther apart, she pushed her hips back frantically.

 

"Yes... yes yes yes yes..." Buffy arched her back, her hard nipples poking through her sundress. Angel moaned loudly as his hips moved faster. Buffy cried out loudly, her voice echoing throughout the house as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body. She screamed out her pleasure, her voice carrying out through to the backyard as his cock moved quicker with her next orgasm.

 

Buffy closed her eyes, her final orgasm causing her to sit up and clutch Angel’s head as he came, pulling free from her at the last moment and shooting his load out all over her half-covered stomach. He cried out before moaning and slumping against the table, his head falling to rest on her shoulder as she clutched him, her nails digging into the back of his neck.

 

"Yes..." Buffy sighed before falling back on the table, her eyes closed as her hands roamed her body, a pleased _expression on her face as she floated in her pleasure. Running a finger through his hot semen on her flat stomach, she brought it up to her lips and licked it clean as she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

 

He grinned. She smiled back.

 

Tucking himself back into his pants, Buffy sat up, ignoring the sperm slowly trailing down her stomach and onto the table. Her legs were still open and Angel had a clear view of her wet pussy, her juices making her shine.

 

Angel pulled a card from his pocket. He handed it to her and she took it, looking down at the white piece of paper. "If you ever have anything else that you need fixed, please call me."

 

Buffy grinned up at him.

 

"I’ll do that."

 

The End

 

 

 

 

Leather and Lace

Written by Zo

 

 

The Hyperion Hotel

Christmas Eve

 

 

It was Midnight on Christmas Eve and the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel was aglow with the sparkling lights that decorated the Tree.  All the Scoobies and Fang Gang were nestled in their beds with visions of presents and cocktails dancing in their heads. The silence in the hotel was a reprieve from the holiday music that had been playing all night as the friends celebrated. They partied long and hard, rejoicing not only for Christmas but also their defeat of the latest evil that plagued them.

 

Upstairs in the far corner of the hotel Buffy stood at the window looking out over the bright lights of Los Angeles. Her mind played over the events of the evening and a warm smile graced her face. She never had a better Christmas. All of her family and friends gathered to celebrate and they had a blast. Even Angel, Mr. Broody himself, had laughed and had a good time shocking everyone by kidding around with Xander.  She sighed as contentment filled her it had been a wonderful Christmas, one that she would remember forever.

 

A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into a hard chest. She smiled at his non-reflection in the window and relaxed into him, laying her hands on his arms.

 

Angel leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “What are you thinking?” He asked gruffly as his lips kissed a trail down her neck.

 

Buffy hummed with happiness and squeezed his forearms. “I was just thinking how perfect tonight was.”

 

He mumbled his agreement as his tongue found its way to her ear, lightly tracing the outside rim and tickling her, making her giggle. He whispered in her ear. “But the nights not over yet love. I didn’t give you your present.”

 

She turned around in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned her head back so she could look at his handsome mischievous face. “Angel, you already gave me lots of presents.”

 

And he had too, he had lavished everything on her, from clothes to jewelry, to CD’s and DVD’s, he even bought her a shiny red convertible. He was nervous about that gift because this was Buffy and she was not the best driver in the world. But she had wanted the little red Alpha so much and he couldn’t deny her anything, so he sucked it up and bought it for her.  Her squeals of delight as he handed her the keys were gratification enough to settle his nerves, except the ringing in his ears that lasted about an hour.

 

He kissed the lips that she offered him then pulled back and stroked her hair. “I have one more for you…” He kissed her neck. “Something I couldn’t give you in front of the others.”

 

She laughed intrigued by his words. “Oh, something…naughty?” She tilted her head back to give him better access.

 

He smiled against her neck and nipped it. “Very.”  Moving his mouth over hers they smiled then kissed leisurely and slow.  When they pulled away after a few minutes they were both breathless.

 

“Well I have something else for you too.” Buffy said as she tickled the fine hairs on the back of his neck.

 

“Buffy you’ve already given more than I could have ever hoped for.”  He still couldn’t believe what she had done.  He came home from Wolfram & Hart, physically and mentally exhausted but prepared to put on a happy face and have fun with the planned festivities. Instead, he was stunned to find Connor at the hotel and talking happily with Dawn.

 

He had been so shocked to see him that he had stood there speechless like an idiot.  When he finally snapped out of it Buffy was standing in front of him, a smile on her lips and her eyes moist with unshed tears. She told him that she didn’t know what to get him for Christmas, because what do you get a 250 + year old vampire that has everything. So she decided to give him the one thing that he didn’t have but most wanted in this world, his son.

 

Connor had walked up to him hugged his shaken form and told him that he was glad to be there. He then embraced Buffy and told Angel to make sure that he held on to her, because she was worth more than anything money or magic could bring him. They had talked for hours after that and they formed a new stronger relationship than they ever had before and it was all because of her. 

 

She waved her hand, “Oh pooh that wasn’t a gift that was what you deserved. It’s the holidays; he’s family of course he’s supposed to be here.”

 

She sounded so matter-of-factly about it that his dead heart swelled with love and he felt like it was going to burst. He tenderly stroked her cheek smiling his thanks to her.

 

A devilish gleam appeared in her eye as she spoke next. “Nope…I had to get you something else.” She kissed him hard then spun away and ran over to the closet.

 

He smiled and made his way to the bed where he reached underneath and pulled out a satin red wrapped box with a big black ribbon on it.

 

When Buffy turned around and saw it she squealed with delight and ran to the bed.  She toppled him over so he was flat on his back and she sat astride him, holding a black box with a red bow in front of her.

 

Angel laughed at her antics then looked at her box and then looked back at his box and laughed harder.

 

Buffy smiled at him. “Great minds think a like.” She said.  She leaned down and kissed him then rolled over and sat Indian style on the bed. Angel sat up and did the same thing. They faced each other smiling and giggling like the lovesick fools that they were, then handed each other their gifts.

 

Buffy attacked her gift with zealous, quickly tearing it open as Angel happily watched.

 

She threw the top off and pushed aside the tissue paper. What she saw made her checks blush and her pulse quicken. Her smiled widen. “Angel…it’s absolutely decadent!”

 

She jumped off the bed pulling the lacey bit of nothing out of the box.  She dangled it in front of her as her eyes danced with glee looking over the garment.  It was a jet-black lace bra with leather straps that crisscrossed and attached to the jet-black lace panties.  She looked at the panties closer, her eyes bulged and her smile seductively widened, they were crotch less.

 

She placed her hand over her heart and fluttered her eyelashes as him, feigning offense. “Angel! These are scandalous!”

 

He could only leer at her suggestively as his mind imagined her in the outfit and Buffy leered back, “Dirty old man.” She jumped back down on the bed and gifted him with a big wet kiss. She drew back as he pushed forward and smiled at his now scowling face. “Open yours.”

 

Angel huffed then started to open the gift, but it wasn’t fast enough for Buffy. “God Angel you’re supposed to open it not worship it.”

 

Angel looking very serious said, “It’s a beautiful present Buffy, I don’t want to ruin it.”

 

She rolled her eyes then leaned closer to assist him. “Let me show you how you’re supposed to open a present.”  She started to tear at the paper ripping it open while Angel watched. When she finally had the paper off she sat back staring at him wickedly. “Open it.”

 

He looked disgruntled, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think this was your present.”

 

 “Well…in a way, it sort of is.”

 

The look on her face was her, ‘if you only knew’ look and his eyebrow quirked up.  Suddenly feeling a little nervous about opening his gift, he lifted the lid off the box. He stared in shock totally speechless for a few seconds, then looked back up at her, and then back to his gift, if that’s what you wanted to call it.

 

He raised horrified eyes to hers. “You’re kidding…right?” he gulped.

 

She had a hurt look on her face but inside she was laughing her ass off. The look on his face was so priceless but she knew that if she let loose with her merriment, then there was no way he would put them on.  “What, you don’t like them?”

 

Angel looked at her like she had flipped her lid.  He stood up and pulled out from the box a pair of black leather chaps.  He spun them around to look at the back and the front, just to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating.

 

“I am not putting this on!” He stated very firmly.

 

Buffy stood up and slinked up next to him. She artfully rubbed her body against his and pouted. “But baby it’s my gift to you, and I would love to see you in them.”

 

He smirked, “Yeah I bet you would. But it still doesn’t change the fact that these…” he held them out disdainfully, “…are something gay people wear.”

 

Buffy looked insulted. “That’s not true, cowboys wear them, and biker’s wear them too.”

 

He gave her a look that clearly said he was not putting them on.  She frowned then pressed further against him. She let her hand slowly caress his crotch and she spoke softly. “Angel sweetie, just think if you were wearing them right now then instead of touching fabric….” she ran her fingernails down his hardening length making his body shutter, she leaned in and ran her tongue up his neck and to his ear licking it, then she hotly whispered, “…I could be touching skin.” She squeezed his cock hard as her other hand squeezed his ass.

 

Angel purred from her attention closing his eyes as all thoughts of not putting it on flew out the window. He opened his eyes and looked at her sexy pouting face and knew he couldn’t deny her. He fixed her with a stern look and shook his finger at her.  “Alright, but this never leaves the bedroom!”

 

She smiled brightly at him then jumped up and kissed him hard. “Thank you!”

 

Picking up her gift she sprinted to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

 

Reaching the doorway she stopped, turned around, and ogled him.  “Put em’ on cowboy!”  She had the audacity to wink at him and then she closed the door giggling.

 

Angel frowned and stared at the most offending thing he had ever seen in his undead life. He held them up and put his hand through the empty space between the legs, wiggling his fingers and shaking his head.  He couldn’t believe he was going to wear these.  Even the demon was protesting to this degrading outfit. Leather was all fine and dandy but this…this was something that a drag queen would wear.

 

Everything in him protested to wearing it but then Buffy’s happy smiling face swam before his eyes. He was so thankful to have her back in his life that he could only do one thing; grumbling, he started to undress.

 

After a few minutes Buffy’s happy voice called out from the bathroom. “Are you ready?”

 

Buffy could hear his disgruntled growling and she stifled a giggle. “Angel?” She called out sweetly.

 

“Yes!” He screamed as he buckled the chaps closed.

 

“Okay here I come.” 

 

Buffy opened the door and stood in the doorway giving him a chance to soak in her goodies.  Which were all quite apparent, with the light on in the bathroom and the bedroom lights dim, she was bathed in a soft glow of light.

 

When Angel turned to look at her his mouth dropped to the floor.  The black lace was so fine that he could see every single crevice and curve of her delicious body.  The leather straps crisscrossed down her belly and connected to the crotch less lace panties. She had put on a garter belt and sheer black silk hose and on her feet were a pair of paten leather black stilettos. Her hair was swept up in a French knot so her long supple neck was revealed to him. She was a vision of the sexiest erotic fantasy he had, at least lately, that was why he bought it for her and was he thankful he did.

 

Buffy watched his eyes darken with lust and she smiled. Then she really looked at him and her mouth suddenly felt like the Sahara Desert.

 

He stood tall but his body language was tense, it was obvious that he was not comfortable in his gift and she felt a little bad making him wear it. But then her eyes traveled over his broad shoulders and down his hard muscled chest and she felt herself get wet. Her gaze traveled down to his bellybutton and the brown hair that led a silky path to his hard cock.  The black leather chaps encased his strong legs all the way down to his bare feet.  She thanked god that she did make him put it on because he was gorgeous, even his feet were drool worthy.

 

Her eyes lifted back up to his and he could see the lust burning back at him and it relaxed him a little. She took a slow step forward and her voice was husky with desire when she spoke. “You look so good baby…so...” her eyes traveled back down to his dick. “…yummy.“ She practically purred out the rest and Angel gulped feeling like he was being devoured with her eyes.

 

She stood before him and he placed his hands on her waist drawing her close.  She leaned into him and their mouths met for a hot fiery kiss.  Buffy, unable to resist any longer, ran her hands down his naked back and over his ass. She pulled him in closer to her and his cock pushed up against her belly making her core even wetter.

 

Nipping her lips lightly he pulled back, “You don’t look to bad yourself.” He whispered as his hand drifted down between her legs and he ran a finger over her wet cleft.

 

Buffy arched into his hand as she grabbed his head and attacked his mouth once again.  Angel moved in closer wanting to taste every part of her mouth but she pulled back. He growled at her and she smiled at him wickedly.

 

Without a word she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hand, stroking him up and down. He closed his eyes at the pure bliss he felt from her small able hand and he purred with satisfaction.

 

Buffy stared at his dick her mouth watering to taste him as she continued her strong sure strokes. “See baby, easy access. Now I don’t have to wait to suck your cock.”  She engulfed him completely. Her tongue tickled the top of his head as her mouth sucked him hard. Her hand continued to stroke him in sync with her mouth.  She lightly scraped her teeth down the length of his long shaft as her fingers tickled his balls.

 

“Oh…God.” His head was thrown back and he was slowly getting lost in the haze of pleasure that she created. His hand automatically went to her head and he stroked her hair encouraging her to continue.

 

She sucked on the head of his cock and was rewarded with the pre-cum that formed at the top. She hummed and squeezed him harder as she sucked harder, drawing more of it out and into her mouth where she swallowed, enjoying the salty taste of him.

 

For Angel it was too much and he felt his balls tighten.  He forcefully grabbed the back of her head and pushed forward slamming his cock down her throat and hitting her tonsils.  She squeezed his ass checks and hummed louder as he shouted out his release. “BUFFY!”  He came hard and Buffy happily drank it down loving the way it slid down her throat. 

 

Riding out the ripples of his orgasm he continued to slowly pump in and out of her warm wet mouth until he was back on earth. He looked down to see her tongue expertly cleaning him up. It was such a submissive position and she looked so sexy that he felt himself get hard again.

 

Buffy watched mesmerized as right before her eyes his cock started to swell again. She was just about to say something when he leaned down, picked her up under the arms and threw her on the bed.

 

Before she knew what was happening she was flat on her back with her legs spread wide and Angel’s face pushed up against her wet core.

 

She grabbed his head as her fingers splayed through his hair and pressed herself further into his face. His mouth closed over her aching clit and he started to suck. “Oh yesss Angel right there.” 

 

Angel groaned at the pure pleasure of the taste of her and he greedily drank down her juices that were freely flowing.  He placed two fingers at her entrance and circled it spreading her cum.  Then he trailed his fingers back to her puckered rosebud and pushed the tips inside.

 

“ANGEL!”  Buffy screamed as she felt pressure in a place that she never felt it before. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as his mouth continued to devour her in all the right places.  She was too excited and she couldn’t hold it back anymore, she came with a blinding ferocity. Her hands dropped to the side of the bed grabbing a fistful of sheets, her back arched up as her legs closed around his head and squeezed, as her body convulsed with every ripple.

 

After a few mind-numbing minutes she lay there still as stone a blissfully content smile on her face as Angel licked her clean. When he was done he sat on the edge of the bed and roughly grabbed her, placing her on his lap.

 

When her sensitive clit landed on his hard cock she shuttered feeling dazed again.  She slid down his length then back up, riding his velvety hardness.

 

Angel pulled out the clips in her hair letting it fall lose around her shoulders. He drew her mouth down to his and kissed her hard.  Taking her bottom lip in his teeth, he pulled on it making her whimper, and then he soothed it with a long lick. He gave her a hard look, and his command was soft and unyielding. “Fuck me…fuck me hard.”

 

The dominant tone of his voice broke through her daze and she lifted her self up and in one shot slammed down on him fully, they moaned in unison as his cock hit her womb. She leaned back and placed her hands on his knees and started to slowly rotate her hips.

 

“Ohh…yess…fuck me!” He watched her as she started to ride him as he commanded, hard and fast. Her breasts moved up and down with her motion and he leaned his head down taking a perk nipple in his mouth and sucking on it roughly.  Her hand came up to rest on his head as she held him there while he continued to suck.

 

“Ohhh…God…I’m going to come!” She said.  Angel’s face shifted and he sliced a cut through her bra breaking the lace easily with his sharp fang and then scraped her breast. Blood started to trickle out and he growled hungrily sucking on the cut, reveling in her essence.

 

“OH GOD ANGEL!”  With one last slam on his cock she came holding his head tighter to her breasts.  Angel continued to suck on the cut as he came shooting his seed deep inside of her.

 

Letting go of her breast he lapped at the cut, lovingly sealing the wound.  Buffy continued to rock slowly back and forth as she came down. She held his head to her breasts and wrapped her legs around his waist hugging him tightly. 

 

“God I love you Angel…so much, sometimes I don’t know how I ever lived without you.” She gazed at him adoringly all the love she felt for him shining in her eyes.

 

He smiled and wiped away at the sweat on her forehead.  “I love you too baby.”

 

Buffy looked down and saw the cut across the lace on her new present and she pouted. “Hey my present is ruined!”

 

Angel smiled. Holding on to her tightly he leaned down and pulled another box out from under the bed. He handed it to her sheepishly. “I bought two.”

 

She giggled with delight and hugged him harder.

 

“So I’m guessing that you don’t mind your gift so much.” She teased.

 

He hated to admit it but they were pretty handy. But if he told her she would have him wearing them everyday, he liked them but not that much.  He shrugged and looked at her sternly. “Just remember what I said, nothing leaves this room.”

 

She was a picture of innocence as she answered him. “Absolutely!” 

 

She couldn’t wait to tell Willow.

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

Midnight Train To Rapture

Written by Zo

 

 

It started out as the worst week of my life.  First I got fired from my job at the Club where I was a waitress for the past four years.  Then when I finally got another job my piece of shit car broke down.  So I was forced, like many other New Yorkers, to take the subway.

 

Now normally I don’t mind riding the subway, I always find it rather amusing to watch people being crammed into a tight spot like cattle being herded in for slaughter. But to ride the subways alone and late at night is a little scary. So like any smart young and single New York woman I have my handy can of pepper spray.  Thankfully I haven’t had to use it yet and hopefully I never will.

 

Where was I?  Oh right, so my shitty car broke down and for the past week I’ve been dutifully riding the subway to and from work.  The going part is not so bad because since I work at a Club I’m going in when everyone is coming out.  It’s coming home that’s a little unnerving. 

 

So it’s Monday night at 11:55PM and I’m standing on the platform waiting for my train.  I have my CD Walkman on and I’m tapping my foot to the music of Pearl Jam when I catch a flash of red and black out of the corner of my eye.

 

I very nonchalantly look to my left to see what it was.  Because ‘hello’ I’m on a subway platform at midnight in New York, not to mention that all I’m wearing is my skimpy cocktail waitress outfit; which is so tight and showy that it would make Pamela Anderson look like a nun.  I put my hand in the pocket of my leather and grip my can of pepper spray, because hey…you have to be prepared around here.

 

I look down the platform and see the most amazing man I have ever seen in my life.  He’s standing at the edge of the platform and looking down the tunnel for the train.  I can’t see his face, but damn if his front side is half as hot as his backside…mmmmmm….smoking!

 

My eyes start at the top of his brown spiked hair and trail down over a pair of strong broad shoulders encased in a black leather jacket.  The jacket stops right at his trim waist.  Then my eyes are treated to the scrumptious sight of black trousers hugging tightly to his oh so squeezable ass.

 

I lift my finger to my lips and dab at the corner where moisture has settled.  My eyes travel back up his gorgeous body, which has turned around and now I’m staring right into the huge bulge in his crotch. 

 

My eyes bulge out their sockets…holy shit…do they make them that big…because from where I’m standing it sure looks like they do. 

 

After a few seconds of drooling over that area of Mr. Perfection, my eyes travel up and look into the most deep chocolate eyes that I had ever seen.

 

Wait…oh my god he’s looking right at me.  My checks blush because I was caught red handed starting at the man’s crotch.  Oh God…with the way I’m dressed he probably thinks I’m a hooker looking for a john. 

 

I quickly avert my eyes and my foot starts tapping even faster.  I can hear the train coming through the tunnel over the music blaring in my ears.  I watch as the train pulls up and the doors open.  I quickly dash inside and try to hide in the back of the car.

 

I know you’re thinking…‘where did Mr. Yummy go?’ well of course I looked silly, I was embarrassed not stupid. He got in to the car in front of mine and he had the sexiest smirk on this face.  Like he knew what I was looking at and he was enjoying it.

 

For the rest of the ride I sat there thinking of him. I couldn’t for the life of me, get the image of that obscenely large shaft that he was most definitely equipped with, out of my mind. The whole ride home I was squirming in my seat with the images that filled my head. I even caught a glimpse of him through the windows of the doors that connect the cars and he was staring at me.  And it looked like he was also having a hard time keeping in his seat.

 

So that’s how my week started.  Each night I would stand on that platform waiting for my train and each night he would be there; one car away from me.  He would look…I would look…the doors would open I would rush in and hide, and he would get into his car.

 

It wasn’t until Thursday night that things got to be interesting.  It started out the same I was waiting at the end of the platform waiting for the train.  I saw him come down the stairs and walk down the platform.  Now usually he walks about half way down the platform then waits there.  But that night he walked all the way down and stopped at the column that was five feet away from me.

 

He leaned against the column and turned to me.  I could feel his eyes lazily roam down my body, silently touching and petting my skin everywhere he looked.  God it was hot as hell in here! 

 

Now keep in mind that it’s December in New York, not exactly summer weather.  But it felt like I was on fire.  Every sultry look from those deep eyes made my skin feel like it was being branded and seared.  I could feel my nipples hardening under my top and my mind teased me with images of us together making love in a darkened smelly subway station. 

 

I turned to look at him and my breath stopped.  His warm chocolate eyes were looking into mine and his very kissable lips were moving...moving?  Oh my god he’s talking to me!

 

I scramble to take my headphones off and I smile at him “I’m sorry did you say something?”  I meant it to come out nice and friendly.  But to my embarrassment it came out hot, raspy and breathy.  And I would swear that his eyes went two shades darker.

 

He smiled back at me revealing strong white teeth. His voice when he spoke was low and deep, sensuous, which my body reacted instantly too, turning up another ten degrees.  “I said what you are listening too?”

 

Oh great, more embarrassment.  Why you ask? Well because usually I listen to something heavy, you know like AC/DC or Van Halen, something to help me work through the aggravation I get from my crappy job.

 

But tonight I wasn’t feeling aggravated…I was hot. All day my mind was on this stranger and seeing him again. All day my mind played tricks with my body teasing it with delectable fantasies that made my panties wet and my nipples achingly sore. So I was feeling…sexy, and choose a song that suited my horny mood. 

 

I'll always think of you

Inside of my private thoughts

I can imagine you

Touching my private parts

With just the thought of you

I can't help but touch myself

That's why I want you so bad

Just one night of

 

I cleared my throat “Making Me High, by Toni Braxton.” 

 

His smiled and nodded his head “Hot song.”  For a hot guy I thought.

 

Suddenly I felt very evil and naughty.  Looking into his eyes that seemed to look deep inside of me, reading my dirty little thoughts, I slowly took my jacket off letting my eyes blatantly rake down his form, “Well it’s pretty hot in here.” I breathlessly said as my eyes landed on his crotch.

 

Moonlight, with you there beside me

All night, doin' it again and again

You know I want you so bad

Baby, baby, baby

 

The look on his face went from playful to hunger as my skimpy outfit was finally revealed.  Don’t laugh, but you know those little French maid get ups that you see in porn movies? Well that’s my attire, my breasts are practically spilling out of my top and my skirt is just covering my ass. And of course no French maid ensemble would be complete without the fish net stockings with my garter belts showing and a six-inch pair of stiletto pumps. 

 

I did say I was coming from my sleazy crappy job, didn’t I? Believe it or not when I’m at work, I feel comfortable in this outfit, probably because everyone else is wearing the same thing.  But now standing here in a poorly lit subway station with a guy straight out of a Playgirl magazine staring at me, I feel completely naked.

 

Ooooh, I get so high

When I'm around you baby

I can touch the sky

You make my temperature rise

You're making me high

Baby, baby, baby, baby

 

“Yes it is” Simple words right?  Yeah, but not when they come out dripping with want and turning me into Mount St. Helen ready to burst!

 

We stand there staring at each other when the train finally pulls up.  The doors open and I keep my eyes on him as I walk inside the car backwards.  He approaches me like an animal tracking his prey; slowly, cautiously.  I can see his nostrils flaring and eyes track me as I continue to walk into the car.

 

I stopped as my back hits the doors on the opposite side of the train.  He steps into the car just as the doors close.  I look to my left and then to my right, we’re alone…thank you God!

 

He steps closer and when he’s right in front of me I lean my head back against the door, because he’s a big boy and I want to bask in his masculinity.

 

It didn’t occur to me that any other day this would totally gross me out, because the New York subway system is not the cleanest in the world. But tonight I don’t care. Tonight I’m not thinking of germs or diseases that can be caught on a train.  No tonight, as I stare into his beautiful eyes, I can only think of him inside of me; moving inside of me, touching me all over. 

 

Can't get my mind off you

I think I might be obsessed

The very thought of you

Makes me want to get undressed

I want to be with you

In spite of what my heart says

I guess I want you too bad

All I want is

 

I drop my jacket on the floor as he puts his hands on my waist and draws closer to me.  I wrap my arms around his neck and offer my lips to him.

 

Slowly he leans down “Very, very hot...” he whispers as his mouths touches mine.  God it’s like heaven. He tastes like mocha and whiskey and it’s intoxicating. We very slowly ravish each other’s mouths, licking and taking little nips.

 

His hand glides down to my thigh and he leans lower grabbing my ankle lifting my leg up around his waist. My arms are tightly wrapped around his neck and I start to play with the fine hairs on his neck. His hand wanders back up my leg skimming my calves and gliding up my sensitive thighs. 

 

He squeezes it gently and releases my mouth.  I gasp for air and he kisses a path down my neck as his fingers toy with the edge of my panties. They slide over my wet crotch and he moans into my neck. “mmmm…so wet…”  as his fingers finally pull my panties up and they slip underneath, sliding back and forth caressing my heat.

 

“Ohhhhh” I pant.   I’m so hot for him that I think I’m going to explode. But just when I think that I can’t get any hotter then I already am, he pushes into me and presses his shamefully big cock up against me.  And now I know I’m sitting at the edge of a rim ready to fall.

 

He leans down further and rains hot wet opened mouth kisses across my cleavage that’s peaking out from my top.  He pulls my top down with his teeth and latches on to a hard nipple. Laving it with his moist mouth.  Then gently taking it in between his teeth he lightly bites down and rolls it around back and forth, twisting it and making me scream with pleasure.

 

My hands anchor themselves on his head pushing him further into my breasts, needing more of him.  He rips my panties off finally placing his entire hand on my pussy rubbing it back and forth, sliding effortlessly inflicted wave upon wave of pleasure.

 

“Please need you inside of me…please!” I plead with him.

 

Moonlights, with you there inside me

All night, doin it again and again

You know I want you so bad

Baby, baby, baby, baby

Ooooh, I get so high

When I'm around you baby

I can touch the sky

You make my temperature rise, oh boy

You're making me high

Baby, baby, baby, baby

 

He jerks up and I help him unzip his pants.  He goes to reach in side but I stop him with my hand on his and my hot words in his ear “Let me…I need to feel you…” He moans and watches as I slip my hand inside his jeans and grab his cock.

 

My eyes watch his as I bring him outside and start to pump him. My fingertips graze his head and the pre-cum that was there just waiting for my attention.  His eyes close and his breathing hitches as I pump faster and squeeze him tighter.

 

My pussy is dripping wet and I can feel it rolling down my leg, as I continue to pleasure him. And did I mention that he is absolutely fucking gorgeous…every inch of him.  His cock is so smooth and hot that my mouth waters as I envision what he would taste like.  I decide that I want to know.  So I release him and drop my leg on the floor ready to drop to me knees and suck his cock so hard that he’ll scream with pleasure.

 

But he has other ideas. He stops me, and smiles shaking his head.  He brings my body closer to his and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he leans down and licks my ear “I want to be inside you…need to feel your heat...” Okay no problem with that.

 

I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me

Let's make a deal, you roll, I lick

And we can go flying into ecstasy

Oh darling you and me

Light my fire

Blow my flame

Take me, take me, take me away

And all I really want is

 

Grabbing his cock I position him at my entrance and as we stare into each other’s eyes he slowly enters me.  The excruciating slow movement of his hips is pure torture and makes me hiss with yearning, as my mind is screaming for more, screaming for him to fuck me hard.  But it’s also the sweetest torture the way his cock fills me totally and completely. He’s so big but I’m so wet and he just slides in effortlessly. And thank God I think he’s reading my mind because he starts to move faster, his rhythm increases as our breaths mingle together.

 

You know when you’re on a train and it goes through a tunnel and the lights flicker on and off? Well the second we entered the tunnel the lights started their theatrical dance. Flicking on and off and when the lights turned on I caught a glimpse of his eyes and the intensity that stared back at me. The raw hot hunger in his orbs sent shivers of want down my spine and it was so too much…I had to close my eyes.  But it didn’t help because behind my closed lids I could see every inch of his body; I could see him thrusting into me turning my body tense, building up my desire.

 

I could feel him panting in my ear and with the rattle of the train making its way down the tracks I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was all too hot…too dangerous…too scandalous.

 

“Oh God…I’m going to cum…” I shout out to the darkened train.

 

“God yes…cum baby…cum for me!” he rasps in my ear.

 

He slams into me one last time and I hit the door with such force that the windows rattle. But I don’t care I’m mindless to anything but the ripples of rapture that are coursing through my body. And as I shiver with the intensity of my release he cums; shooting his warm seed inside of me and screaming his pleasure in my ear.

 

The train leaves the tunnel and the lights turn back on.  I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling I am completely and totally sated, I have never in my entire years of having sex, ever been as satisfied and numb as I am in this moment.  I look down into his beautiful sweaty face and smile at him.

 

“Sure is hot in here.” I giggle to him, and lord help me; I’m not lying because I still feel on fire.

 

He smiles back at me and lowers his lips to mine. Gently and softly we kiss.  But it soon turns hot and passionate once again.

 

Suddenly the train comes to stop.  It’s brakes squeaking loudly, intruding on the warm cozy haven that we created in this dark and dingy train.

 

The kiss ends and he puts me down. I reach for my panties that are lying on the floor and giggle.  They’re torn in two and filthy; don’t think I’ll be wearing those again.

 

He pulls ups his pants smiling at me like a naughty little boy who got caught with hand in the cookie jar.

 

I look out the window and the station that we just pulled up too.

 

“This is my stop.”  I quietly said. 

 

His hand caresses my hair and he’s looking at me like he’s going to devour me all over again. But instead, he nods and lets me go.

 

I gather my jacket up and walk to the opposite side of the car leaning back against the door I wait for the doors to open.  We stare at each other from across the car. 

 

The doors open and I back my way out still looking deeply into his eyes. “Never thought I’d be happy to have my car in the shop.” I absentmindedly say.

 

He chuckles warmly at me “Same car, same time?”  He hopefully asks.

 

Moonlight, with you there inside me

All night, doin' it again and again

You know I want you so bad

Baby, baby, baby, baby

 

I smile at him my eyes filled with longing “Same car, same time.” I repeat back to him. 

 

The doors close and he walks up to it, still smiling he puts his hand against the glass.

 

I place my hand on the glass over his.  The train starts to move and I step away from the door still smiling.

 

The train rolls down the tracks and I watch it leave.  My heart is filled with warmth and my body feels languid and relaxed.

 

Turning around I head home a smirk on my face…God I love New York!

 

The End

 

 

 

 

Please

Written by Zo

 

 

I slowly woke up and tried to move but I couldn’t.  Starting to panic I slowly opened my eyes and tried to figure out what happened and where I was.  Looking around I found myself in Angel’s bedroom at the mansion and I was securely tied to the bed with red silk scarves.  I went to speak but realized that I couldn’t there was another silk scarf over my mouth.

 

Now I wasn’t too sure I liked the position that I currently found myself in until I heard him speak.

 

“Hello beautiful.”  I looked toward the sound of that deep sexy voice.  There was my lover standing in the shadowed corner of the room.  He took a step closer and was bathed by the moonlight that streamed in through the window. 

 

My throat went dry when I was finally able to see him.  Standing there, bare-chested with only a pair of tight fitting black leather pants and an evil smirk on his face, I felt myself get wet at the thought of the game he had started; which is what this was, a game. 

 

Ever since he had returned from hell, soul intact, he had changed.  Somehow in Hell the demon and the soul merged and what was left was my Angel; sweet, loving and caring, with a mix of Angelus; dominate, demanding and sometimes evil. 

 

But I didn’t mind because let’s face it I love him, all of him, and to be honest I love it when he’s in control. I love it when he demands me to do things.  And I love all the little kinky games that he makes me participate in and how it liberates me from the suffocating duties of my every day life.

 

He walks over to the bed, his eyes trailing up and down my spread-eagled body.  My breathing increases as I wonder what his next move will be. 

 

He puts his knees on the bed between my legs and leans down.  His hands are on either side of my waist and he’s hovering over my body staring at my belly. “We’re going to play a little game lover.”

 

His voice his deep and hypnotic its purpose is too make me ooze with want and do whatever he wants me to do.  And I got to tell you it works because I would lick the dirt off his shoe if he asked me too.

 

He lifts a finger and touches my belly rubbing it slowly in a circle around my belly button.  I start to wiggle because it’s such a light touch and I want more.

 

His eyes turn black with anger he grips my waist “don’t move.”  He sternly tells me.  I stop my struggling and he releases his painful grip on my waist.  His eyes are cooler now; he’s appeased that I obeyed.

 

“Now as I was saying, we’re going to play a game it’s called Please.”  I watch him as he slowly leans his head down to my belly.  His long cool tongue comes out and licks a circle around my belly button, following the same path that his finger had taken.  “Mmmmm”

 

He stops at my moan and leans his chin on my belly.  His hands on my side and he slowly moves them up to the underside of my breasts. “Do you know the game?’  He innocently asks while his fingers start their motion under my breasts.

 

I’m breathing really rapidly now, as I can’t wait for him to fully touch me. I don’t want to anger him so I shake my head no.

 

He smiles that beautiful smile that gives me butterflies, clearly pleased with my response. “Good because you shouldn’t.  If you did…” he leans down and bites my belly hard making me jump, he releases my skin “then I would have to punish you.”  He leans back down and cools my hot skin with his tongue lapping at the red marks he made “and I don’t want to punish you, I want to please you.”

 

“Mmmmm” my eyes are closed because it feels like heaven and I think I’m getting the gist of this game.

 

“So here’s how it works.  I’ll ask you a question and you’ll answer me with a Please. Understood?” He waits for my obedient nod of understanding, which I quickly give him.  He smiles “good.” “Now, if you obey like a good girl I will give you what you want, but if you don’t…”

 

He slaps my thigh hard and my eyes turn hard on their own accord. I mean I like being in this position but the Slayer inside of me protests to the dominance of the demon. 

 

“Ah ah ah” he shakes his finger at me because he can see the hardness in my eyes.  He knows the turmoil inside of me and goes to placate it. “No we won’t even go there will we? You’ll be good won’t you?”  I relax and shake my head in agreement.

 

“Good.  Now let’s begin shall we?”  He reaches up to remove the scarf from my mouth. “Shall we begin?” he asks again.

 

“Please” I answer obediently.

 

He smiles at me “Good girl.” He slowly lowers his head and presses his lips to mine gently.  I lift my head eager for more but he pulls away.

 

He sits back on his knees “So where shall we begin?  Should I kiss you again?”

 

“Please” I breathlessly answer.

 

“Should I plunge my tongue into your mouth?”  He’s moving up to my face.

 

“Please”

 

He reaches my face and grabs both sides with his big hands.  He lowers his mouth to mine again and I open for him.  The kiss is hot and passionate filled with everything that I feel for him and he feels for me.  There is no hiding the love in this game, even if he wants to be in control I can tell that he is as much a victim of the game as I am.

 

He pulls away leaving me wanting more. I’m panting so hard now and damn him he doesn’t have to breathe and he seems to take great delight in my obvious discomfort.

 

He leans back again “Should I play with your breasts?”

 

“Please”

 

“Do you want me to lick them all over?”

 

“Please”

 

His head is so close to my nipples I desperately want to push myself up into his face but I know that if I do I won’t get what I want.

 

“Do you want me to suck on your nipples?”

 

“Ohhhh pleassesee”

 

He leans down and takes a hard nipple in his mouth.  He slowly starts to lick all around it, and then he grabs it with his teeth and pulls on it.  “Ahhhhhhhh”

 

“You like that?”

 

I don’t answer

 

“Do you want more?”

 

“Please”

 

He goes back and starts on the other one sucking and licking, rolling it around in his mouth.  He takes a good portion of my breast in his mouth and he sucks…hard.  The pain he evokes is only a cliff note in the pleasure that I receive from that gifted mouth.  But then he stops again.

 

“ARGGHH”

 

“Now, now, be patient my love.”  He quietly scolds me.

 

He sits back again starting at me, I watch him under hooded eyes.  Watch him as one finger starts to move up my thigh inching closer to my core.

 

I’m overcome with want now, desperately needing him to touch me there. He on the other hand, besides the obvious bulge in his pants, looks like the epitome of patience.

 

He stares at the juncture between my thighs and raises a finger ready to touch me “Should I touch your pussy?”

 

“Plllllleaaassseee” I whine out

 

He doesn’t instead he just sits there and looks at it “Look at your beautiful pussy, so wet, so open for me.  Does it make you hot to know what I’m going to do?”

 

I don’t answer

 

“Does it turn you on being spread out on my bed for my pleasure?”

 

I can’t wait anymore “Pleasssseeee Angel, touch me?”

 

For a moment I think he’s going to slap me, but instead he just smiles that evil smile that makes me even wetter.

 

“You want me to touch you?”

 

“Please”

 

“You want my fingers inside of you, fucking you?”

 

I start to get a little frustrated “YES PLEASSSEEE”

 

Then I feel it, his index finger circling around my entrance, spreading the wetness that has already leaked out.  He rests it right at the entrance and stops.

 

“Should I fuck you now?”

 

“PLEASE” there’s a hint of command in my voice but he chooses to ignore it, instead he thrusts his finger inside of me and I push back into his hand.

 

“Please Angel more”

 

He complies and thrusts another finger and another, and he starts to move them in and out, harder and faster.  I am writhing on the bed unable to control my emotions and the feelings that he so effortlessly creates.

 

“YES PLEASE YES” I’m screaming now I’m so close to cumming. And he pulls out of me.

 

“ARGGHHHH NO!”  I shout.

 

That he didn’t like and for my disobedience I got a slap on my thigh so hard that I know I’ll have a bruise there tomorrow. “That’s not how the game is played lover!”  He sternly says.

 

He sighs “Now we have to begin again.” 

 

My head falls back on the pillow and I close my eyes trying to fight the urge to rip these scarves off and jump him.  But I don’t because in the end, I know I will have the last laugh.

 

“Let’s begin again.”  His finger is back on my clit rubbing it back and forth.

 

“Mmm maybe we should begin somewhere else instead.” He contemplates “Do you want my mouth on your pussy?”

 

“Please” I answer

 

“Should I suck on it and taste your juices?”

 

“OH GOD PLEASE YES”

 

He moves his head in between my legs and blessed be his mouth touches my aching clit and he starts sucking and licking everywhere, he takes my clit in his mouth and bites down gently.  I buck up into his mouth desperate for the release that only he can give me.

 

He moves lower and his tongue slips inside of my entrance and he starts to fuck me with his long cool tongue and God there is nothing that has ever felt better then that, except maybe his cock inside of me doing the same motion.

 

I’m so close “Please Angel suck my clit” I explode the second his lips touch my clit.  “AHHHHH GOOODDDD ANGELLLLL”

 

I’m coming down from a very intense orgasm and he’s still there licking me clean, making me jump when his tongue swipes over my now sensitive clit.

 

“Please no more” It’s really starting to hurt now because he keeps going and I’m really sensitive.  But finally he relents and sits up.

 

“Please kiss me” I ask sweetly needing to taste my self on his lips.

 

He smiles “with pleasure love”  he lowers his head to mine and kisses me. I can taste my self and it turns me on even more, knowing that he takes pleasure in pleasuring me.  He once told me that I was the sweetest nectar he had ever had and thinking about it just makes me explode with lust and want all over again.

 

He pulls away and he’s licking his lips.  He stands up and his hands go to the button on his pants.  My eyes are glued there waiting for him to release his cock so I can gaze at it in wonderment and want. 

 

“Should I take my pants off now and fuck you?”

 

“God yes please”

 

He unbuttons the button and unzips his zipper, I watch as he pulls his pants down and his cock springs to attention.  God he’s so big.  So big and beautiful, and smooth and cool and I want him so much it hurts.

 

“Please Angel now”

 

He steps over to the bed and lays on top of me. He takes his cock and starts to rub it up and down my pussy.  “Ahhhhh”

 

Then with one thrust he’s inside.  I sigh at the pleasure his invasion gives me, filling me up, making me feel so complete.

 

He starts to move shallow thrusts at first but then he goes deeper and deeper and pretty soon he’s slamming into my womb.  The thrusts become faster and harder and I’m losing my mine from the pleasure “OH GOD YES PLEASE ANGEL FUCK ME HARDER!”

 

And boy does he!  There’s probably going to be a permanent dent in his bed by the time he’s done.

 

I lean my head to the side “PLEASE ANGEL DRINK”

 

His face shifts to that of the demon and he swoops down and he sinks his teeth into my neck. God it feels so good that I cum instantly. The intense feeling of his fangs in my throat and his cock in my pussy, is the most incredible feeling in the world.

 

He slams into me one last time and pulls away from my neck, each of us shouting the others name.  Both of us lost to the pleasure that we create together, the beautifulness that is our love and passion.

 

He pulls out of me and rolls over on to his side.  His eyes are closed and ‘Yay Me’ he’s taking deep unneeded breaths.  Ha who said two couldn’t play at this game.

 

“Baby, untie me please?”  He smiles at my use of the word please and goes to untie my legs.  While he’s down there I quickly jerk my arms and rip the scarves.  I jump up pushing him onto the floor.  I straddle him and grab his arms holding them over his head.

 

“Now lover we’re going to play a little game”

 

The End

 

 

 

 

Santa’s Naughty Little Elves

Written by Bre

 

Buffy looked up from where she was handing a little girl a red candy cane to fix her eyes on the other elf sitting on the other side of the large Santa in between them. He smiled down at the little kid before him before reaching into his little knapsack for more candy.

 

She couldn’t believe her eyes when he had walked in the door, dressed in tights and a brightly colored candy cane shirt that just reached the top of his thighs, hiding his goodies from the world of innocent eyes. But she could tell what he was hiding under there. How could any grown woman not?

 

The image was topped off with a pointy hat and ridiculously loud shoes. The outfit was a complete replica of hers for they were both working at the Sunnydale Mall as Santa’s little elves. She didn’t even know who the hell the other elf was until tonight. The mall had called them both in because it was the Saturday before Christmas and the kids were going to be everywhere. Plus, there was extra pay so she couldn’t pass it up.

 

But she had never imagined that her elf twin was the hot man standing on the other side of the ridiculously large chair. Ever since he had walked in the door, wearing nothing but his elf outfit, she couldn’t stop staring at him. And judging by the growing wetness between her legs, she knew her body was reacting in much the same way.

 

She wanted him.

 

Only the fact that every little kid in Sunnydale was at the mall that night stopped her from stealing him away and riding him like a crazed woman. And it wouldn’t do to have so many unhappy little kids hanging around, waiting for their candy after giving their wishes to Santa.

 

But it was so tempting...

 

He was over six feet tall and had the most gorgeous build on a man she had ever seen. He had dark hair and dark eyes and was the epitome of the saying ‘tall, dark and handsome’. Yet even that failed to fully give him the credit he deserved. He was gorgeous and she wanted nothing more than to take him for herself.

 

As the hours passed, Buffy continued to stare at him from the corner of her eye, smiling down at the kids as she gave them candy and led them towards Santa. She was slightly shocked to find her thoughts straying every few seconds to his perfect ass so perfectly captured in his outfit then the thoughts of him standing over her as he fucked her into oblivion.

 

God, what had happened to her? She wasn’t actually looking for anyone at the moment. She had a sort of on-again, off-again relationship with a man named Riley but his reluctance to jump in the sack had left her feeling extremely sexually frustrated. She had gone from a sex-all-the-time relationship with a guy called Spike to a wait-until-we’re-married deal with Riley.

 

That would explain why every time she looked over at the other elf, she could feel her hot pussy clenching every few seconds as she imagined his hard length ramming into her.

 

And the funny thing was that she had never seen him in her entire life. But the instant he walked in, she knew that she would very gladly be his love slave for all time. And had no problem admitting it to herself.

 

Finally, as the mall began to shut down, various shops locking up and sending their workers home, the crowd of kids finally began to dissolve before there were only three more in line. Smiling happily down at the child before her, she asked a mundane question as she realized that she had been in one of the happiest moods since she began working there. And she had no problem realizing what the reason was.

 

Before she knew it, she was standing there, talking to the large man who had been Santa as he finally left. He had been complaining about some kid peeing on him a few minutes ago but Buffy hadn’t been paying attention. Her heavy-lidded eyes were attached to one man, and one man only as he leaned over to pick up a wrapper from the ground.

 

"Hi," she said as she finally stepped up to him. "I’m Buffy. We never got the chance to meet before all the rush."

 

"Yeah, I know who you are. I’m Angel."

 

"You know who I am?"

 

"Apparently Santa has a little thing for you so whenever I’m around, the conversation is about the ‘sexy blonde who plays his elf’."

 

Buffy took a second to accept that before she blinked her eyes and smiled up at him. Up close, she couldn’t believe she had never seen this man before. If she had, there would be no such thing as sexual frustration in her mind, even if Santa had a little thing for her. He was about to lose any chance he had with her in that very minute... even though she knew she would haven’t given the mall Santa a chance in hell.

 

"Well, I think I have a thing for you," Buffy said in a husky voice and Angel looked up from where he had been emptying the candy from his sack of goodies.

 

His eyebrows shot up and a smile tinged his face. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice slightly teasing.

 

Buffy bit her lip in reply before nodding, looking up at him from under her long eyelashes. "Would it be wrong of me to ask if I could..." She moved forward, her movements deliberate and her intentions clear. Angel felt a full-blown grin about to explode on his face. There was a mere inch between them as Buffy looked up. "... have a taste?"

 

Angel didn’t have to respond before Buffy moved to wrap her arms around his neck and push herself up so she could reach his lips easier. Pressing against his full lips, Buffy ran her tongue along his lower lip before meeting his and forcing an erotic dance between the two appendages.

 

Buffy moaned in agreement as his arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her closer to him. She could feel the hardened pebbles of her nipples pressing into his hard chest and she rubbed against him, shooting thrills of pleasure through her body.

 

Breaking away from the kiss, Buffy panted roughly as she pushed away from him only to push him further back into the chair the Santa had just recently vacated. The fact that they were sitting in the heart of the Sunnydale Mall didn’t faze either of them as Buffy moved to straddle the handles, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him once more.

 

Lust roared though her body as she arched into him, her lower half rubbing against the very large bulge that seemed to be pushing up against her. Moaning into his mouth, Buffy sucked on his tongue, mimicking the actions she knew he desired.

 

She could feel his large hands on her hips, forcing her further down as his hips thrust up. Gasping as she moved away from his lips, Buffy looked down at him. He stared up at her and neither moved except for their lower halves. The speed increased and Buffy felt her face growing lax with pleasure as she arched into him once more. Her nails dug into his scalp as she clenched his hair in her fingers.

 

Before she knew what was happening, his fingers were down there, resting against her heat and he pressed up into her and Buffy flung her head back. His talented fingers began a sweet dance against her clit that had her panting and whispering for him before she exploded against his hand. Coming with a short shout, Buffy clenched his head in her hands as she threw herself against him, her lips instantly finding his.

 

Groaning his approval, Buffy kissed him roughly before pulling away and making her way down his jaw line, leaving small butterfly kisses along his skin before she reached his ear where she sucked. She heard him gasp before arching into her lips.

 

Licking along his neck for a second, Buffy finally forced herself from his lap only to land on the floor, spreading his legs before moving between them. He looked down at her with hooded eyes and Buffy threw him a sultry smile.

 

Reaching up beneath his green tights, Buffy scraped her nails across his skin as he continued to watch her actions. Looking up at him, she smiled before slipping her fingers underneath the tights and pulling them down, revealing his already pulsing cock.

 

Hiding her momentary surprise, Buffy licked her lips before taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hand came up to grip him as well. Buffy began a small bobbing motion, her lips gripping him tightly as her tongue swirled around him sweetly. Angel groaned his appreciation, his hand tangled in her hair as he helped guide her movements, his hips lifting to meet her.

 

A quiet moment pasted of Angel’s heavy pants and Buffy’s small sucking noises as she rejoiced at the taste of his precum. He tasted even better than she had imagined...

 

"Oh, God, I’m coming," Angel whispered softly, his head laying back, his eyes closed. "Buffy..."

 

Buffy began humming softly and Angel cried out, gripping the back of her head roughly as he shot his seed into her mouth. Buffy swallowed it all completely, milking him of every last drop. Several minutes passed as Buffy released his limp cock, licking her lips and smacking them together. Rubbing her legs together as best she could, she tried to alleviate the throbbing coming from between her legs. Angel finally opened his eyes as the pleasure started to subside and looked down at her. She was laying her head against his thigh, the action so intimate it caused Angel’s cock to start hardening once more, swelling almost supernaturally fast. With Buffy’s eyes closed, she didn’t notice as she continued to squeeze her thighs together.

 

Suddenly he pulled her away from him gently, pulling her to her feet and lifting her into his arms as he stood, moving towards the table where a small train set was slowly moving around the track. Shoving the track away and causing a piece to snap, Angel found Buffy’s lips once more.

 

Sprawling her out on the table, Angel slipped his hand between them, easily ripping the soft fabric that encased her lower half, freeing her legs as she spread them further apart. Angel wasn’t pleased to see her wearing some underwear and proceeded to use both hands to rip them open. Buffy found herself giggling, her mind focusing only on what awaited her.

 

Before she knew what was happening, he was filling her with a deep thrust and she arched her back, bringing her legs up higher to wrap around him. He pulled back and thrust back into her, quickly building a steady rhythm as she gradually brought her legs higher and higher, allowing him to go deeper. Angel moaned, panting heavily as he thrust into her.

 

Finding her lips, Angel pressed a hard kiss to her lips, his fingers sprawling through her hair and gripping it tightly as his movements became more erratic. Breaking away from her kisses, Angel closed his eyes tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

 

Buffy gasped. "I’m so close," she whispered softly, her jaw clenched. "Oh, God, Angel, please... harder... harder...!"

 

Her soft voice reached him and he increased his thrusts, causing the table to rock against the floor, scraping it. Moving his body upwards slightly, Angel forced his hips closer to hers and Buffy yelped before losing control of her own hips as she fell into her climax, the power of it rocking through her body. Buffy cried out, arching into Angel as he fought for his own release. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, Buffy found her second release before he finally came with a shout, his own back arching.

 

 

That was when the table cracked.

 

Buffy cried out in surprise as the table crumbled beneath them, causing them and the train set to fall to the floor. Angel watched as the train fell down the table and landed right on Buffy’s head. He winced as she scowled in pain. But he could still see the evidence of the pleasure he had given her.

 

"Are you okay?" he asked in a breathless voice as he lifted his hand to rub the top of her head. Buffy smiled softly.

 

"Yeah. Just a little bruise. But other than that... wow," she murmured and Angel chuckled.

 

"Thanks."

 

"I really, really think we should do that again," Buffy remarked, looking up at him, remarkably comfortable on the broken table.

 

"I live just a few blocks away," Angel said, his eyebrow lifting in question. Buffy smiled up at him.

 

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

 

"Hey!"

 

Buffy and Angel jerked and they both looked to see where the shout came from. An angry Santa came storming out of the back office of the security station.

 

A blush colored both of their faces, a color very much in tune with the holidays...

 

The End

 

 

 

Spin Cycle:  Just Another Friday Night

Written by Zo

 

It was Friday night and Buffy Summers loved Friday nights.  Why you ask, well because it was laundry night!  I know your shaking your head; your thinking this girl must be crazy to be happy about laundry night!  But Buffy had a good reason to be happy.  It was three weeks ago tonight that she had her first encounter with a God.

 

It started out as any ordinary Friday night; she piled all her dirty clothes in her car and drove to the laundry mat at 3AM in the morning.  Why 3AM in the morning, well she waitresses at the restaurant up the block and it was the time she got home.  Since she had to work tomorrow as well, this was the only time that she got to do her laundry.

 

So there she was in the laundry mat at 3AM on a Friday night when in walked the most scrumptious man on the face of the planet.  She sat there on the sorting table watching him walk in.  No he didn’t walk, he sauntered into the room as if he was an Immortal God walking the earth for a harem.  Pure sex radiated off of his sinfully wicked body and Buffy watched with avid eyes at the play of muscles that moved with every step he took. 

 

From the bottom of his tight form fitting jeans all the way up to the hard sculpted chest encased in a black t-shirt her only thought was she would be in his harem, she would happily be his fuck toy.

 

She shifted uncomfortably on the table, she was wearing no panties (well it was laundry night!) and she could feel her self getting wet.  The moisture gathering between her legs slowly started to drip down her thighs.  She watched him silently begging him to look her way.

 

When he finally did she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips.  Those eyes, those deep soul searching ‘I’m going to fuck you’ eyes, stared back at her green ‘take me please’ eyes and she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips.  She watched as those eyes followed her tongue across her lips and then trailed lower down to her breasts.  She’d swear later that with just a look from those eyes her nipples hardened so quickly and so tightly, that she gasped out loud.

 

There was no permission needed as he walked closer and stepped up between her legs.  He said one word and one word only “Hey” luckily for him Buffy wasn’t much for conversation.  She didn’t want conversation from a stranger in a laundry mat on a Friday night.  She wanted only one thing from this stud muffin and she was going to get it.

 

She tiled her head and shifted her shoulders making her loose sundress strap slip off her shoulder, revealing the tops of her breasts.  She lifted her leg and uncrossed them giving him a small peak of tan thigh. “Hey”

 

She lifted her hands to his head and grabbed him bringing his mouth down to hers.  Their tongues met in the middle petting each other, each sighing at the taste of the other. He put his hands on her thighs and slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist.

 

Her hands wandered down to his crotch and cupped his hard length.  She moaned with him, at the feeling of how big he was and how good he was going to feel inside of her. She slipped her hands inside of his jeans and cupped him, mmmm….commando, well it was laundry night!

 

His finger grazed her heated cored, rocking back and forth over her swollen lips.  She was so wet all she could think about was get fucked her hard and fast.

 

With his hands on her hips he lifted her and pulled her close, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on his he moved backwards, turned around and placed her on top of a running dryer.  She gasped the heat from the dryer running burning her bare ass but she didn’t feel it.  All she felt was his fingers now pumping into her heat in and out, in and out, faster and harder.

 

“Oh yesss…please…more...”

 

He pulled her strap lower revealing a hard nipple. He lowered his head and took it into his mouth sucking hard rolling the tip around his tongue.  Her fingers played with his hair pushing him further in to her breasts.

 

Abruptly his fingers stopped and were pulled from her heat only to be replaced by his big hard cock that probed her entrance.  He waited for her acceptance.  What he got instead was her hands on his hips pushing him inside her, his whole long length easily slipping inside her wetness.

 

He moved ruthlessly pumping hard inside and out and she loved every minute.

 

It didn’t last long, the dryer shifted to spin cycle and with the vibrations the dryer made on her ass and the incredible feeling of his powerful thrusts; within minutes she came so hard she blacked out for a second.

 

When she came through she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her knowingly and zipping up his jeans. He pulled her dress back up and covered her breast fleetingly touching her nipple as he did.  He pulled her dress back down covering her sex.  He lifted his hand to her face and gently caressed her check.

 

He lowered his mouth and his lips touched hers gently, appreciatively, and he said, “See you next week.”  He then turned around grabbed his bag and walked out.

 

That was three weeks ago and since then Buffy looked forward to laundry night every day of the week. 

 

Names were never given; words were never spoken except for the occasional dirty talk whispered by two people happily doing their laundry on a Friday night.

 

The End!

 

 

 

The Neighbor

Written by Zo

 

Did you ever live in an apartment building have a neighbor that you just drooled over all the time?  Someone that when you passed him in the hallway or stood next to him at the mailboxes would just make you so hot that he would fill your head with incredible erotic dreams at night?  Dreams that would wake you up in the middle of the night leaving you hot and sweaty and craving him like a pregnant woman craves pickles?

 

Well I have one such neighbor that lives in my building.  He moved in about a month ago and we would see each other at the mailboxes or pass each other in hall.  He would turn his deep chocolate eyes to mine and it would just make me tremble with want.  Then he would flash me a devastating sexy little half smile that would make my toes curl and say with his deep hypnotic voice “Hi.” 

 

And me lost in my fantasy would just stare back dumbly and not say anything.  He would walk away and I would be left standing there feeling like a complete idiot!

 

He was an artist, or so Ms. Nosy in apartment 3C told me, and every night I would dream that I was his muse.  Seductively sprawled out on some red satin covered bed with just a slip of the red sheets covering my body.  He would be sitting a few feet away drawing my picture, his eyes tracing every inch of my body with a connoisseur’s eye.  I could feel my body’s response to his probing gaze and just when he would reach for me…I would wake up, incredibly turned on and incredibly frustrated!

 

The next day it would start all over again. Maybe I should move?  Because live was getting extremely uncomfortable living in The Stratford Apartments.

 

**

 

Did you ever have one of those neighbors that every time you saw her or passed her in the hallway you just wanted to lick every inch of her body?  That every time you saw her you would have to run back to your apartment and take the coldest shower of your life? 

 

I have one of those neighbors.  I moved into The Stratford Apartments a month ago, the first time I saw her was through the courtyard.  I was walking into my bedroom coming from the shower when I walked by the window that overlooks the courtyard.  It was a beautiful summer day and I noticed a bronzed figure laying by the pool.

 

I stopped dead in my tracks and watched as she turned over and lay down on her back.  She had on the skimpiest red swimsuit I had ever seen and her tanned body called to me. I stood there and watched like a pervert as she took out her tanning lotion and started to put it on. She started with her feet and moved up her legs.  The oil glistened in the sun and by the time she had reached her belly I was hard as a rock.  When her hands went to her neck and she leaned her head back putting the lotion on her neck, I was so hard I thought I would explode.  I took three more cold showers after that.

 

The next time I saw her was in the hallway I was walking in and she was walking out. I saw her staring at me, I could almost feel the heat coming off her body, and so I said Hi.  She just stared at me and didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to make of that, but I took it as a good sign because I could swear I heard her rapid heartbeat as I passed her.

 

After that day I could never get her petite form out of my mind I was considering moving, when one day it happened.  The most sensual sexual experience I ever had.

 

**

 

It was late when I got home.  I walked into the building, grabbed my mail and headed toward the elevator.  The doors opened and I walked in.  The same dam song was playing in the background, Chris Issaks Wicked Games, I should complain to the manager about that, I used to like this song now I’m sick to death of it!

 

Putting my briefcase down on the ground I knelt down to re-clasp my shoe that had opened when I walked up the steps.

 

**

Walking in the building I saw the elevators about to close so I jogged to it and put my hand in holding the doors open. The first thing my eyes saw were a pair of black high heels.  I looked at the delicate feet that possessed those shoes and my eyes wandered up a pair of muscled tanned calves that lead to a pair of strong well-toned thighs that disappeared under a black skirt that just hovered below a firmly shaped ass.

 

There was a gasp “O” and I looked up into a pair of beautiful mossy green eyes.

 

Oh my God it’s him!  And here I am bending over and giving him a free show.  Wait a minute maybe that’s not such a bad idea.  I look at him and smile.  I keep looking at him as I place my hand on my lower calf and slowly start to rub it up and down. “Sorry you startled me, I was just re-strapping my shoe.” 

 

I watch his eyes turn black as they followed the movement of my hand. I lick my lips watching him watch me. I’m about to stand up when he steps in further.  The doors close and the elevator starts to move.  He walks up behind me pressing his hardness into my ass. I move to stand up straight,  “No. Don’t move.”  He breathlessly whispers in my ear.

 

She was so incredibly hot I just couldn’t resist touching her, feeling her smooth tan skin.  I press up to her backside. I put my hands on her legs and squeeze them my fingers making feather light circles.    

 

Oh God his hands felt so good I unconsciously grind against him.  He takes one hand off my leg and hits the stop button.  The elevator comes to a violent halt as it stops in between the floors.  I stand up panting and turn around to face him.

 

His grabs my face with his big hands and lowers his head to mine.  Our mouths meet and I swear it’s the hottest kiss that I ever shared with anyone.  My hands snake up to his neck as I press my body flush to his “Ohhh.”

 

He pushes me back till I hit the wall his hands on my waist lower to my thighs and make there way up my body to the spot that need his attention the most.

 

She puts her hands on my crotch squeezing and rubbing.  The head of my cock peeks out of my trousers and her index finger starts making slow circles over the head “Oh God.”

 

I pull his zipper down and reach in.  Taking hold of him I start moving my hand up and down, delighting in the hard smooth skin of his length.

 

Suddenly he rips away at my underwear.  I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and my arms wrap around his neck to hold on.  With one hand on the wall he takes his other hand and guides his cock to my wet entrance.  He pushes forward and I moan with the pleasure of his first initial thrust. 

 

I slam my head back against the wall as I desperately hold onto him.  “Ohhhh gooodd yessss yesssss…”

 

He’s grunting into my neck, his hips thrusting into mine, I roughly grab him by the hair and pull his head up and to my mouth were I bite his lower lip holding on to it licking it with my tongue.  His eyes roll back into his head and starts to ruthless pump into me. 

 

I move my hand down to her wetness and pinch her clit, she releases my lip and screams  “OH YESSSSSS” I can feel her juices coating my cock as I slam into her one more time “OH GOD” I cum seconds after her.

 

Her body is shaking sweat is pouring down her face and into the crevice of her breasts.  Mmmm I haven’t seen those breasts yet.

 

I tug on her hair and brush it back off her face “Hi I’m Angel.”  She laughs and smiles at me  “Hi yourself, I’m Buffy.”  Our lips meet for a sweet cooling down kiss.

 

I unwrap my legs and place them on the floor and start to fix my clothes.  He pulls up his pants and zips them.  He hits the button and the elevator starts to move again.  “Could I interest you in some dinner?”  He asks.  “Dinner sounds good.”  I slyly smile at him “I’ll bring dessert.”  He leers back at me his one eyebrow raised.

 

The doors open and we’re smiling at each other like a bunch of morons as we step out into the hallway and bump right into...”Oh Ms. Nose….I mean…Norris, sorry about that.  You know these old elevators you just never knew when they’re going to stop working.”  Angel walks by her and tips his head.  She just gives us a nasty look and walks into the elevator.

 

We giggled holding hands as we walked down the hallway.  We shared a delicious dinner together and dessert was…sinfully succulent.  After that night the thought of moving out of The Strafford apartment building never ever crossed my mind again.

 

The End

 

 

 

 

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