Blind Date

Lily felt really bad now. It wasn't her fault she was so late; her bus hadn't turned up and she'd had a thirty minute wait for the next one. She would have rung him to explain, but her mobile had gone dead because she'd forgotten to charge it last night. Still, looking on the bright side, maybe she'd been saved from a truly awful blind date.

She approached the bar and managed to catch the attention of the harassed looking bar man.

"Excuse me," she asked politely, "Has this man been in here tonight?" She showed him the photo and waited for his reply.

"Oh yes..." the man grinned in amusement. "He left about ten minutes ago with a woman."

"No way!" Lily was rather put out. It appeared she'd wasted her evening doing a favour for Mark when his mate clearly needed no help whatsoever. If he could pull in this pub when it was full of young, fit looking blokes; he needed no advice from her. She smiled ruefully, "I was meant to be meeting him for a drink but it seems he got lucky!"

"Lucky isn't quite the word love. That woman he left with was a stunner! I couldn't believe it myself – geeky looking bloke like him, and he ends up with the best looking bird in the pub! Must have been his aftershave is all I can say..." he chortled to himself heartily.

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The sultry siren pushed Daniel onto the couch, her hands all over him and her excitement coming off her in waves of musky perfume. Her dress had mysteriously fallen off in the tumble onto the cushions and her luscious unfettered breasts bounced in Daniels face.

His head was full of her and his skin was damp with sweat. The flat was cold, but he was burning up in the frenzied heat of the woman lying on top of him, clawing at his clothes. She was kissing him hungrily, her tongue pushing into his mouth, sucking the air from his lungs so urgently he could hardly breathe.

"Lily," he panted, "slow down, we have all night!"

"No! I can't wait, it's been too long..." she hissed, her luminous green eyes burning into his for a brief moment before she sat up, thighs astride him. Her hands went to unzip his trousers and he lay there unable to move. Somehow this wasn't quite how he imagined his first time to be. He felt totally out of control and although he was enjoying it, it felt rather like he was a passenger on a run away train. The end of the line was in sight and he couldn't jump off even if he wanted to.

His trousers were unceremoniously pulled off along with his shorts. Lily seemed pleased with what she saw and bent down to take his rampant cock in her mouth. The feel of her moist lips wrapped around his hard shaft was almost his undoing. He could feel his cum boiling up, ready to erupt and he gasped. She pulled away and looked at him, a slow smile spreading across her beautiful face.

"Ready for me my lover?" she whispered seductively, her rosy nipples brushing across his chest lightly. Sitting up, she pulled her lacy knickers to one side and showed him her swollen, hairless cunt. Reaching his hand forward, he touched her nether lips hesitantly. She keened like an animal and threw her head back, thrusting her sex towards him. The blistering heat of her nearly took his breath away and he moaned, needing to be inside her, feeling her melt around him like a hot velvet glove.

"Oh yes my lover, I need your essence. Come to me..." she murmured, as she took his cock, pushing it slowly between her luscious lips and deep inside her tight channel.

Never in his wildest imaginings had he thought the feel of a woman could be this amazing. All his senses were centred on his cock, feeling her inner muscles gripping him and milking him. She began to move, writhing up and down on him, her hips swaying and her back arched as she rode his cock. His orgasm was seconds away; he just couldn't hold back any longer and he yelled out in stunned ecstasy as his semen pulsed out in endless waves of unbelievable pleasure.

Lily pinched his nipples hard enough to make him gasp as he continued to cum. The pain nearly eclipsed the pleasure and he yelped in discomfort. She moaned and he felt her tighten around him as she came too, ripples of contractions milking the last of his cum and sucking him dry.

She collapsed onto his chest, her skin sticky with sweat and he lay shell-shocked. It had been the most intense half an hour of his life and certainly not what he had envisaged when Mark had suggested the blind date last week.

Lily moved restlessly and slid off his body. She moved down the sofa and took his soft cock in her mouth again, sucking hard and instantly making him erect for the second time.

"Erm what are you doing?" he asked in surprise; he rather fancied a breather for ten minutes – this sex malarkey was actually hard work when all was said and done.

"I am making you ready for me again. You are mine now and I haven't had enough of you yet."

Daniel felt a cold sliver of fear seep into his blood. This wasn't how it was meant to be. They should be having a post coital cuddle on the settee, exchanging sweet nothings and possibly thinking about her making him a cup of tea. He was starting to think that Mark's cousin was a fucking nymphomaniac – surely most women didn't behave like this?

His cock had a mind of its own however and responded without his input. It was hard and ready to go within seconds. Lily climbed back onto him and slid her wet sex down on him, fucking him relentlessly. He was powerless and completely caught up in her spell. His mind was saying 'no way!', but his body wasn't listening.

Again and again she fucked him dry, until there he had nothing more to give. She left him unconscious on the settee, sleeping the sleep of the dead. Standing over him, her naked body shimmered in unnatural light and she smiled with malevolence. Tonight she'd fed, but soon she would be hungry again. How long he could satisfy her remained to be seen. Not long she suspected; but then he was young, he might be stronger than he appeared. When he was worn out, she would move onto her next man. They all had something to give her and she had been around too many millennia to be tired of the game yet.

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The dawn light was cold and grey; a slight frost glittering across the pavement. Standing at the bus-stop, Elena saw the woman leave the flat and her blood ran ice cold. The last time she'd seen one of their kind, she'd been a young girl in Bulgaria with her beloved Grandmother. She hadn't known then what it was; only the fear of what it looked like beneath its magical veil. Her grandmother had cast ancient gypsy curses upon it until it had fled away from their sight. Elena had never forgotten that day; the creature often haunted her nightmares and even though she'd seen many other horror's since, she felt the fear again.

For a moment, the creature cast a look down the street and its gaze lingered on the old woman for a few seconds. Elena knew it had seen her, but she was no threat to it, so it looked away again. She was old and she was weak; the ancient ways had been lost and she didn't have the knowledge any more. She pulled her wool shawl closer around her frail, shrunken body and huddled into the corner of the plastic shelter. Even if she told someone what she'd seen, she knew they wouldn't believe her. Nobody would take an old woman like her seriously. When she looked up from her reverie, the creature had vanished and she heaved a huge sigh of relief. Crossing herself superstitiously, she waited impatiently for her bus to arrive.

Mark rang Daniel's mobile but to no avail. He hated to admit it but he was dying of curiosity since Lil had rung him that morning, explaining how she'd been late for the date and Daniel had already left. He really found it hard to believe that Daniel had allegedly left with some hot chick, but he supposed all good things came to those who waited long enough. God knew Daniel deserved a bit of fun with the ladies, he had hardly been blessed so far.

Several times he rang Daniel's number but it just went straight to voicemail each and every time. Mark eventually gave up and assumed Daniel must be having the fuck of his life. Either that or he was dying from the hangover from Hell. With a grin he decided to go to the gym; he'd just have to be patient and wait until Monday.

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It was late afternoon by the time Daniel awoke from his exhausted sleep. He experienced a sense of surprise to find himself laid out naked on his couch and not in bed. Disorientated, he struggled to recall the events of the previous evening, only to find his mind was a blur. His body felt like it had gone ten rounds in a boxing ring, every single muscle ached and screamed, especially his cock. Jesus, what the fuck had he gotten up to last night, he thought blearily. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and he tried to sit up. It took a few attempts; he was so wobbly and weak.

Eventually, he made it into his kitchen and poured a glass of water. Gulping it down, he caught a whiff of his own ripe odour and realised he better take a shower before eating something.

The hot water soothed his body and he leant against the tiled wall, still trying to recall the previous evening. He remembered sitting in the pub and waiting for Lil. But thereafter, it all went hazy. Maybe his drink had been spiked, he speculated. Maybe he'd been date raped? He felt rather alarmed at the thought, especially as there had been evidence of sexual activity when he awoke. What really puzzled him was the length of time he'd slept – normally he didn't sleep more than seven hours, even when he was exhausted. It was just plain weird.

He didn't hear the bathroom door open and when the shower curtain was flung aside, he jumped in shock. The sight of a nubile red head, naked and smiling gave him an instant hard-on and he was completely lost for words as she stepped under the spray and said,

"Hello lover! Missed me?"

Daniel didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but he didn't get the chance to answer anyway as she locked her lips on his and kissed him hungrily. The feel of her soft, wet breasts rubbing into his chest excited him immensely. She took his cock in her hand and pulled it towards the apex of her thighs, pressing the head of it between her lips.

Already he could feel hot cum boiling within him, leaking out in readiness. The water cascaded over them both, drenching the girl's hair into long red ringlets as she writhed against him, sliding his cock through the folds of her slippery sex. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up, her legs folded around his waist so he was forced to hold her weight. His cock was sucked inside her, with no effort on his part. The feeling of being enveloped within her hot, molten cunt was incredible. The fact that he had absolutely no idea who this siren was seemed completely irrelevant; all he cared about was fucking her. It seemed to be all she cared about too.

She shimmied up and down on his cock, screaming loudly as she came, digging her fingers into his shoulders, causing dark bruises to appear. He struggled to make it last longer but he couldn't, with an anguished groan he climaxed too, cum firing deep within her, his cock sliding wetly out of her as it deflated.

Lily released him and stood over him, cum trickling down her slender thighs. Collapsing onto the floor of the shower cubicle, Daniel gazed up at his mystery lover with a shell shocked expression. "Who are you?" he croaked through cracked lips.

Her beautiful face assumed a mock sad expression, "Surely you haven't forgotten me already? I'm hurt! Maybe I need to jog your memory a little further..." With a strength belied by her small stature, she pulled him roughly to his feet and dragged him out of the bathroom, wet and shivering. "Come on, we have all night!" she laughed evilly.

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Detective Inspector Midway was frankly flummoxed for want of a better word. The flat had exhibited no real signs of a struggle and forensics had revealed nothing. The only finger prints found were those of the victim, and unless the he'd severed his own penis (still unaccounted for), with an invisible weapon, it had all the hallmarks of being the perfect crime. It was certainly the most unusual case he'd had the misfortune to be a part of in his long career - and there had been many particularly nasty ones over the years.

Various witnesses had reported the victim (Daniel Chamberlain, male, 28), as seen leaving the pub on the night of the 15th (October), with a very attractive woman, but so far nobody had managed to give any detailed description of her beyond,

"Sexy as hell." - Joe Jones, barman at The Slaughtered Lamb. "Fuckable" - Sean Tennant, regular drinker at the same pub. "I'd give her one." Frank Tate, casual drinker at the pub, "But don't tell the missus 'cause I was meant to be working a late shift like." "Foxy piece of skirt – love a redhead I do." Most detailed description so far, from Al Smith, taxi driver dropping off a punter outside the pub at 9pm, the alleged time the victim (Daniel Chamberlain), left with the unknown woman.

Neighbours had all seen nothing (naturally), but the couple in the basement flat and the elderly gentleman in the flat above, all reported hearing loud noises of a sexual nature for several nights running. Apparently they hadn't bothered to go round and complain as it was so unusual to hear any noise from the flat. It seemed they all thought the lad deserved a little fun.

Further interviews with the victims work colleagues mostly painted a picture of a loner who never talked about a girlfriend or indeed any women in general. Apparently most of them thought he was gay and all seemed very surprised when questioned about the identity of a possible female companion. The only person who hadn't been surprised was a bloke called Mark Brook. He claimed to be the victim's friend and said he'd set him up on a blind date that particular night, (with his cousin). It had all gone awry when the cousin had been unavoidably detained - by the time she'd arrived, Daniel had already left with the mystery woman. Poor bloke was beside himself now – he said he felt responsible for Daniel being out that fateful night. As far as Mr Brook was aware, Daniel had no female friends in his circle of acquaintances. He said he was fairly certain that Daniel had never actually had a girlfriend, or at least not a real one.

Nobody had seen the victim at any point after the night of the 15th. The last definite person to see him alive was the taxi driver and his passenger, (who they hadn't been able to trace so far).

One slightly odd witness had come forward yesterday, but her statement had only added to the mystery. She was an elderly lady of Bulgarian descent who spoke heavily accented English and gave her age as 87 years old. She claimed to have seen a woman leaving Daniel's flat early on the Saturday morning (16th). Thereafter it all got rather dubious. She had insisted the woman was half demon (allegedly) and claimed she'd had scaly skin and demonic wings. His desk sergeant had fallen over laughing as he'd read out the statement after the interview.

"Loopy loo there, Mr Midway Sir. Shall I ring social services?" Sergeant Benton had sniggered.

Detective Inspector Medway sat at his desk, drinking his coffee thoughtfully. It tasted rather bitter, but he sipped it anyway. It was about the only thing that kept him going these days; that and the odd addition of a splash of fine malt whiskey he kept carefully hidden in his desk. Daniel Chamberlain's file lay open on his desk as he stared unseeing out of the grimy window, ruminating on possible further avenues of investigation.

His reverie was rudely interrupted by WPC Simpson knocking loudly on the glass door. She entered his office with a grim look on her pretty face and announced,

"There's been another shooting on the Abbots Road Estate, Sir. Drive-by attack on Seth Green and his brother as they left the Kung Fu take-away with a Beef Chow Mein. Bit messy this one; noodles everywhere."

Medway rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, closing the Daniel Chamberlain file with a resounding thump. It didn't look like it was going to be solved anytime soon and he had other cases to investigate. It would just have to wait until further evidence came to light. In the meantime, it would be filed in the 'unsolved' cabinet, along with a hundred other cases. It was unlikely 'Crime-watch' would want to feature such a grisly story...

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The rain poured down from a leaden sky and the windscreen wipers of the Land Rover were struggling to cope with the deluge. Ivan was tired; it had been a long day and he had not eaten a thing since breakfast. The farm was too much for him now his Dad had passed on, but he refused to give up on it despite the bank becoming ever more frequent with their demanding letters.

He was also desperately lonely, but he didn't have time for women these days. Stupid creatures anyway; always wanted stuff he couldn't afford to buy them and then they got the hump and left. Just like his wife Eileen. She had married him seven years ago and lasted two years before the freezing winters and drafty farmhouse had broken the camels back. One day she'd just left without so much as a note for him upon his return. He hadn't missed her all that much really. He certainly hadn't missed the spending sprees she enjoyed. Heaven knew why any woman needed more than two pairs of shoes...

It was a hellish night, he thought as he peered into the inky blackness, struggling to make out the road in front of him. Mind you, he added mirthlessly, it was kind of apt seeing as how it was Halloween; although it was too damned wet for any witches and ghouls to venture out on a night like this.

The girl in the lane seemed to appear from nowhere and he was forced to swerve like mad in a frantic effort to avoid hitting her. The worn tyres of his Land Rover skidded on the wet muddy tarmac and he swore loudly when he nearly ended up in the ditch.

Jumping out of the cab in a temper, he yelled at her angrily, "Stupid woman! I could have killed you, what the hell are you doing out here on a night like this?"

She stared at him like a frightened rabbit and his voice dried up as he took in her dishevelled appearance. She had no coat and her thin cotton dress was drenched. Her hair hung in long dripping coils from her pale face, but even so, nothing could disguise the sheer beauty of her slender body. The water only served to accentuate the lush curves and the generous swell of her breasts, hard nipples protruding in the chill night air.

Ivan could feel his cock responding involuntarily to the overt sexuality of the girl. His tiredness miraculously evaporated and he forgot all about the stresses and problems of his crap life. He couldn't have explained why at that moment, but he just had to have the girl with him for as long as she would stay.

"What's your name?" he asked hesitantly, staring into her magnetic green eyes, gleaming like a cat's in the glare from the Land Rover's headlights.

"Lily..." she said huskily, a slow sensuous smile lighting up her beautiful face.

Oh my, thought Ivan dreamily. This is my lucky night!

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