In a Heart, Darkly

Myra sat alone in her hauntingly quiet room, saddened by the cruelty of life and fate. She was victim, you see; a victim of a terrible lust. The kitchen knife she held whispered seductively to her, promising to end her misery and quash her unacceptable passions. She sobbed at the hopelessness of her situation, and wondered for the umpteenth time what crime she had committed to earn her vile destiny.

Again, Myra placed the knife's edge to her wrist. She could hear the knife telling her to lacerate herself. The blood would flow without effort from the wound and she could just drift away into a sleep from which she would never wake. That sounded nice, but in the back of her mind a little voice was screaming.

A force within her made her toss the knife away and Myra broke down with fresh tears. She felt only grief at knowing she was too afraid to cut herself. The knife made many promises, but she was forced to admit they were empty. She just sat on the floor of her room, her dark hair shielding her face, crying until nightfall. By then, she could cry no more.

But her desires, unlike her tears, refused to run out. As time passed, they only grew stronger, trying to claw their way out of her. Images of her love interest came to the fore of her mind as easily as the fondest of memories. He was such a sensual man, loving and friendly. He was everything she wanted, no matter how hard she tried to ignore the truth. In fact, she couldn't ignore her yearning any longer. Her heart was corrupted, leaving only her soul and her mind to try and contain her desires. But as the saying goes: Love conquers all...

***

Myra was alone in her room again, astonished that only two weeks had passed since her miserable excuse at attempted suicide. So much more time seemed to have gone by and now she felt different. She couldn't quiet explain how she felt, but she supposed it was something akin to being wiser.

Looking back, she remembered how after lifting her lithe form up off the floor, she had walked over to her bed as though in a trance. And instead of going to sleep, she had reached underneath the bed to retrieve a long white box. In it lay a black blazer, a white blouse, a gray and black pleated skirt, black knee high socks and a little red bow. It was a schoolgirl uniform which she had ordered from Japan some time ago with the intent of wearing it on Halloween.

Now, that intention had evolved. Her 'costume' was no longer meant to be worn in good clean old-fashioned fun. It was now a device that would hide who she really was, giving her a new temporary identity which would allow her to have the man she dreamed of. Even the dilemma of hiding her face was solved with the small addition of a Kabuki face mask.

In her mind's eye, she looked perfectly tempting. She often daydreamed about how her petite body would look dressed in the innocent shell. Her 36B breasts would be somewhat hidden by the blazer. The skirt would conceal her creamy white thighs while everything below her knee would be covered by her socks. Only a tiny bit of leg would show, making her look all the more innocent, as though she wasn't trying to be sexy at all. And in not trying to be sexy, she would be sexy. Add to that the mystery of who looked out from behind the mask, and Myra knew she would be a desirable sight to any man.

That was the moment she had made her decision. It was like she had stepped through a door and locked it behind her. The rules of society would no longer hold her back. She had no say in their creation, so why should she follow them? With a smile, Myra promised that she would have her way.

***

The big night was here at last. October 31st. Halloween. Along the streets, children traveled in groups with parents to charm candy-bearing adults with their cuteness. Myra couldn't help but smile behind her own mask at happy memories. Reaching out, she pressed her finger to the doorbell and waited. It seemed to take forever for someone to answer the door, and for an instant, she was tempted to abandon her plan. But she couldn't do it. Not after coming this far.

The door opened, and all the evidence of a party assaulted Myra's senses. The sight of the party's host, Ron Avery, caused lust to flush through her blood like adrenaline, even though he was dressed as Neo from the Matrix trilogy.

"Hey, Mr. A. Your daughter around?" Myra hoped that Ron would not see through her ruse.

"No," he nodded. "She ran out on a last minute errand. Are you one of her friends?"

Myra nodded and sauntered inside after Ron invited her in. She wondered if he was checking her out, and if she was too obvious or not. She thought she heard an appreciative grunt, but wasn't sure. Part of her hoped so. She wanted him to check out her body, to lust for it as she lusted for his. Myra thanked goodness she was in familiar surroundings now, as she was able to relax and gather her wits. But it wasn't easy, seeing as how several guys were blatantly staring at her. Honestly, Myra didn't like how they were looking at her. Tonight, only Ron could have that right.

But unfortunately, as the host, Ron was hardly ever left alone. His friends were always gathered around him, laughing and talking, and drinking. She often walked past him, feeling so wicked to be trying to seduce the forty-one year old divorcee. As she sashayed past him again, she overhead him saying how proud he was of his daughter. This made Myra blush behind her mask. Ron was sweet, but she also knew he was a little drunk.

Now was the time. She could feel it, and instantly she was standing next to Ron, interrupting him and whispering in his ear. "You're daughter is upstairs. I think she's sick."

The joviality in Ron's face quickly bled away. He excused himself and moved to climb the stairs. Myra followed after him, though he was practically running. By the time she caught up with him, he was already walking into his daughter's room. She barely caught what he saying. "–a, honey? Are you okay?"

There was no answer, and Myra felt a small inkling of guilt at having deceived the man she loved. He quickly realized that his daughter wasn't in the room, and turned in time to see Myra close and lock the door.

"What's going on? Where is she?"

"She's not here." Myra told him. "She never was." She saw some of the worry leave his face.

"Why would you tell me she was?"

Myra was quiet for a moment before she answered, "I'm not sorry I lied." She paused, "I couldn't help it. I want to...I want to fuck you."

"What?" The look on Ron's face was full of disbelief. She couldn't blame him. It's not everyday and eighteen year old girl throws herself at you. Myra strutted up to him, coming to stand directly in front of him. "I said, I want to fuck you."

Myra's hand reached out to stroke his chest and abdomen through his costume. She could feel muscle and the pounding of Ron's heart. "This is weird," he whispered. Myra gently grabbed his package, whispering back, "Yeah, but you like it."

She could feel his dick hardening beneath his black pants, but he stood still, probably not believing this was happening. But eventually, his own hands found their way to her body. He grasped her waist , then slowly slid his hands down to her skirt-clad bottom. They squeezed and fondled her, and Myra loved every second of his attention. She whimpered and began to unbutton Ron's costume. His chest was a superb sight, muscles forged into sleek firmness. She traced her painted fingernails gently around his little nipples, occasionally flicking them. She needed to explore all of him, to know every little turn-on, taste, and smell that he had.

Rick still gripped her ass as she raked her fingers down through his treasure trail. When she reached his belt, she unbuckled it, and pulled both his pants and boxer-briefs down to the floor. Ron never once protested, that is, until Myra pushed him onto the bed behind him.

"Wait, this is my daughter's room," he told her. Myra just looked down at him. She lifted her pleated skirt, revealing her soaked pink thong, which she pulled aside to tease her clit and moistened folds. "I don't care." She told him, then moved to straddle Ron's face.

A gasp escaped Myra and she shivered as his tongue ran along her bloomed slit. She removed her blazer and dropped it to the floor. Only the white blouse underneath it hid her naked breasts. Myra quickly unbuttoned it to pinch and tweak her hardened nipples, crying out in pleasure. Ron's experienced tongue knew just how to tease her pussy into full bloom. Her clit was hard and exposed, her lips were puffy and pouting, and her tight opening was invitingly wet

He continued to lick and suck her soft mound, making Myra shudder and jerk so hard that she fell forward on top of him. She smiled, knowing that his face was trapped between her milky thighs. She was safe, so she lifted her mask and found herself face to face with his thick, angry-looking phallus. A drop of precum was smeared over the bulbous head, and Myra licked up the second drop now oozing from his little slit.

She swirled the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cockhead, then sucked it into her mouth. The feel of his cock between her lips made Myra wild. She messily sucked on the tip of his thick meat and soon had it glazed with a layer of glistening spittle.

Myra could feel each gasp of Ron's hot breath as she sucked him. Her lips stretched at they slid down the rigid arc of Ron's dick, which thickened in the middle. She couldn't take all of him, but at least his prickhead was massaged by her silky throat. He could only groan and caress her cunt with his own hungry tongue and mouth.

Whining noises escaped Myra's slender, partially filled throat, mixing with the lewd slurping sounds she was making. She nearly gagged when she felt two fingers shoved into her damp cunny. It felt so good, his thick fingers reaching deep into her and caressing her walls. Myra practically screamed with delight, causing Ron's manhood to fall out of her mouth. It slapped against his flat stomach and pulsed. She leaned her head down, bypassing the cock and balls she had yearned for so long. She then found her new prize nestled between his muscular cheeks, hidden in a thin nest of black curls.

Ron tensed and froze beneath her as Myra gave his pucker a tentative lick. She couldn't help but smile at being the first to taste the forbidden territory that no other woman had dared to explore. She lapped at his rear entrance, feeling it tighten shyly. But soon, Myra had Ron gasping and jerking beneath her. He sensed a challenge, and not wanting to be outdone, he feasted on Myra's pussy with vigor. Shivers snaked throughout her body, making her groan. But she continued to eat his hole, enjoying how Ron squirmed beneath her. In his drunken splendor, he whispered, "Lick my ass baby."

He was no longer feasting on her, overwhelmed as he was by this strange new pleasure and the girl who was giving it to him. Myra grew hotter and hungrier, making her want the final pleasure. The though of completing their perversion only made her more determined. It was time now to take him inside her.

She pulled her tongue from between his cheeks and slid her mask back down over her face. She then sat up and repositioned herself over his cock, looking down at him. "I'm gonna fuck you with my pussy now, and I want you to call me baby-girl while I do it."

Ron placed his hands on her waist and whispered, "Whatever you want." Hen then watched his cock disappear up under skit. His deep throaty groan echoed in Myra's ears as his prickhead peeled her pussy open and pushed up into her tight pink tunnel. Myra moaned with him, at last feeling herself filled by Ron. Oh, she had wanted this for so long. He was thick, and her pussy was stretched taught around him. A sigh of blissful pleasure then escaped her as she took him in completely, all the way down to the hilt.

Myra shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, but Ron stopped her when she reached for her skirt. "No baby-girl. Leave it on." Myra thrilled to those words and a small orgasmic wave washed through her. His hands grabbed her ass through the material and moved her back and forth over his cock. He could feel her pussy tighten and he filled her again and again, stretching and then emptying her. Then he filled her again, each time hitting her spot. Soon, Myra was screaming loudly behind her mask.

She ground her pussy on his cock, her smooth walls caressing and suckling while leaking abundant trickles of her syrup.

"I've always wanted a schoolgirl." Myra heard Ron say, then she yelped as her skirt was raised and a single spank was delivered to her ass. Was there nothing about this man that didn't excite her?

Whining above her lover, Myra began to whisper dirty things to him when she felt his fingertips exploring her asshole. He kept up his thrusting, becoming primal in his drive, brutally pounding her willing cunt. Myra pouted and cooed, only making him fuck her harder. She could feel that her orgasm was fast approaching like a runaway train.

"Do you like my pussy?" She demanded though clenched teeth.

Ron thrust harder and faster. "Shit! I love your pussy baby-girl."

Something within Myra snapped, imploded, and then her pussy gushed, convulsing in a wild manner to send waves of hot girl cum flowing onto Ron's hard cock . Her right leg was shaking uncontrollably, threatening to make her lose her balance. Only after the waves passed did she realize she was screaming with rapture.

"Oh God!" she heard Ron moan. Her tightening, throbbing cunt was bringing him to edge. He suddenly pulled free and stood up on the bed. Myra just sat on her knees in exhaustion. She knew what was coming, and moaned from behind her mask as she watched him stoke his wet cock.

"Gonna cum baby-girl," he said, sending shivers up and down the length of her spine. "Aw fuck!"

Thick ropes of creamy white ejaculate soared through the air to streak across Myra's mask. Ron groaned above her and continued to stoke his cock as he delivered a shower of viscous spunk. No doubt Myra's mask and hair were a mess, but she basked in the pleasure she had caused Ron.

"Thank you," Myra spoke sweetly. "I'll be a good student from now on."

Ron chuckled with genuine amusement at Myra's role-play. He had redressed, and slipped on his sunglasses. "I don't know who you are, but you were incredible." Then he headed toward the door, saying "Sorry, I have to get back to my party." After that, he was gone.

***

Myra still sat on her bed, and finally removed her mask, setting it on the night stand. She smiled at the strands and droplets of sperm, then looked at the picture that sat upright next to the mask. It was Myra's favorite, even though she saw it everyday. It always made her happy.

It was a picture of her standing next to Ron, the both of them smiling, with his arm around her shoulders. Of course now, Myra looked at the picture differently. It was now a picture of two lovers standing side-by-side. But before this night, before her lusts were satiated, it had simply been a picture of a father and his daughter. Picking up the picture, Myra placed a kiss on Ron's smiling face and whispered, "Happy Halloween, daddy."