I Am Number Eight Ch. 01

We must have been close to Klaus's destination, for he suddenly slapped my pussy, causing me to shriek from the sudden pain.

Before I could register a complaint, he was telling the driver to pull over, we were getting out.

The taxi pulled to the curb, and after paying the driver, Klaus got out, came around to my side and opened the door for me. He took my hand as I got out and set foot on the sidewalk.

"Where are ...?" I managed to get out before he propelled me into a dark alley.

"Right here will do," he said, and pinned me up against the wall.

His hand returned to my cunt, and using his powerful fingers, forced the silky fabric of my panties into my hole. The thought of what he was doing to me filled me with an excitement I had never known before.

I must have moaned, for he laughed and murmured, "Yes, very, very wet."

"Take them off!" he said in a husky voice that made me shiver.

"You want me to take my dress off?" I blurted, stunned at the request.

"Just the undies, Emily, that's all," he said so sweetly I hastened to comply, leaning one hand on his shoulder to accomplish it without falling on the grimy street of the alley.

The moment I righted myself his fingers rushed into me, and I was there – at the edge of a tumultuous cum.

"Oh yeah!" I hissed, "Yeah, right there!"

"Stop telling me what to do. I'll give the orders, Emily."

His fingers had abandoned my cunt. "Tell me you understand, or I'll leave you here and now!"

"I ... I understan...."

"Good. You need to understand that I will do with you as I wish. For the moment this is just between your pussy and me. You, little Emily, are just along for the ride, and I suggest you enjoy it."

Telling myself for the thousandth time that this is what I wanted, I shuddered as his mouth made its way down my body, pausing to plant a soft kiss on my naval before wriggling into my belly-button. I was soon lost in his scent and his hands and his mouth as all blended together causing me to become dizzy with lust.

His hands ... were everywhere, or so it seemed; tousling my hair, grazing my neck and pulling me closer while I struggled to free my breasts for his hands and mouth, but only succeeded in freeing the smaller one before giving up to the lovely sensations coursing through me.

Klaus appeared to appreciate my effort in that regard and took pity on my exposed breast, suckling happily on it and bringing me ever so close to orgasm, as he nursed away while fingering my cunt in as leisurely a manner as I'd ever experienced. My toes clenched and I found myself wriggling with agonizing anticipation as he deliberately dragged his wet tongue up the inside of my thigh.

I couldn't suppress the moan, and spread my legs wide; moaning again just to urge him to continue doing whatever he intended doing to me in the alley.

I felt his hot breath on my labia and shuddered to an orgasm without being penetrated for the first time in my life.

"Oh God," I grunted through clenched teeth.

"Get on your hands and knees," he whispered, and I hurriedly complied.

He planted a soft kiss on my ass cheek and subtly pried it aside to peek at my asshole. A moment later I felt his tongue trailing along the same cheek and I knew he was going to take me anally.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" Klaus asked, laying another wet kiss on my tender flesh.

"I think so," I croaked.

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No, but I want you too."

"Really?" he said, sounding amused by my response.

"Uh huh."

"You want this?" he said again. And before I could answer him, his tongue flickered across my asshole and I saw stars of pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes!" I blurted out as his tongue moved into my anal entryway.

"YES! I WANT TO TRY EVERYTHING!"

"Then spread your ass for me, Emily, he whispered, slapping my rump sharply and hastening my lewdly prying the cheeks apart for him.

He speared my anus with his middle finger and I groaned in pain and satisfaction.

My entire body was shaking when he withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, rimming me with a warm, circular motion.

I came again.

"We really need to get over to my place," he said after kissing me and sending his shit flaked tongue into my -- dare I admit it -- eager hungry mouth. "We can ... do other things in a more conducive environment."

I yanked my panties up so that I could walk and followed him, almost panting with excitement at what was to come.

It was a two block walk to his townhouse, a brownstone that must have been over a hundred years old, but was in fact, modern in every way imaginable.

Once Klaus had shown me in, he pressed me up against the wall, gripped my jaw and squeezed. His kisses were ardent bites; his hand released my other breast, and then slapped me across the side of my face before half pulling, half dragging me into the kitchen and pushing my head down against the countertop. I remember each and everything that happened during this highly emotional time.

I saw the espresso machine from a sideways slant. Klaus had my wrists pinned in back of me at a painful angle. His feet kicked apart my legs. A hand reached between my thighs and rubbed over my pussy, not at all gently. Then, laughing obscenely, he spanked it while biting my neck and shoulder.

I could only moan.

"Don't you dare move," he stated harshly.

He fumbled in the drawer and produced a knife whose serrated edge he flashed me. I peed my pants as he bunched up the cloth at my crotch and poked into it with the point of the blade.

A moment later he sawed through my panties so they flapped away from my pussy. He sank two fingers into my cunt, then spun his wrist and fucked them in and out. They made wet, squishy sounds.

"Pissed yourself already, 'eh?" he said. "I want you to turn around," he released me so that I could. The blade went under my bra and he sliced through. He knew what he was doing. He pointed the cutting edge of the knife away from me. The fabric tore audibly.

"Down on the floor," he said, fumbling with his trousers.

I had my hands on my knees, legs open, palms facing up, and I waited.

"Kiss it," he said.

He meant the knife. My face reflected in the shiny stainless steel. I kissed the cold metal. His fingers threaded through my hair. He yanked the roots hard, and he pulled my head up. His fingers forced my mouth open. He aimed the blade past my lips so that the knife rested against my tongue. The blade dragged along the bottom row of teeth.

I asked myself what I had done, putting myself in the hands of a madman. I waited, expecting him to slash my throat at any moment.

I shut my eyes, and closed my lips over it. I had no choice but to trust him.

Several seconds later, Klaus carefully eased the knife free of my mouth and set it on the counter.

My head leaned against the wooden cabinet. Klaus pushed off the countertop with his hand and began to throat fuck me with his cock. I made glugging noises. The saliva seeped through my lips and dribbled down my chin. My fingers were in front of me and I took the opportunity to start rubbing my cunt and clit frantically.

I want this ... I repeated over and over and over.

My eyes were staring up at the ceiling when he came. The curve of his hand shucked along the underside of the penis. Semen slashed my cheek like a liquid whip. It was terribly lewd, just filthy and just what I'd been craving although I hadn't specifically thought of it in those particular terms.

I was so lost in what had just transpired that it took me a moment to realize that Klaus was kissing me. It was the lightest brushing of his lips on mine.

He can't be doi

ng this, I thought, his sperm is covering my mouth and lips ... men don't ... and it hit me, he already had his tongue in my ass. Klaus wasn't any man, he was unique!

I came again, and it went on and on! There he was, sucking on my lower lip before sliding his magical tongue along the edges of my teeth. The only parts of him touching me were his hands on my cheeks and his mouth on mine.

I gave him the tip of my tongue and we tasted each other. I realized that I may not have ever tasted, really tasted a man like this before and euphoria filled me, telling me I was really doing the right thing and buoying me up for whatever might follow.

Of course, I wanted his kiss to last forever, but it didn't. Actually, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. He tore his mouth from mine to kiss the pulsing vein in my neck before moving to my collarbone. I was still in the midst of my orgasm. It had already lasted longer than any I'd ever had, and for it to follow the previous ones ... was unthinkable.

"Emily ... Emily ... EMILY!"

"Uh ... yes? Um, YES!"

"You seemed to be off somewhere else," he said, but didn't appear bothered by it.

"My mind ... Master, I must have drifted off ... those kisses ...."

"Yes, well ... feed me a breast. I'll sample the larger one first."

I was mortified beyond belief. He was ridiculing my different sized breasts and I was filled with a shame I had never known prior to that moment.

But I lifted the breast to his mouth as he'd asked and he bit down on the nipple, sending a lightning bolt of pain through my entire being.

Previous lovers had suckled them, even chewed on them, but none had broken the skin with their teeth, causing the searing pain that Klaus had just done.

And from out of my cloud of pain I heard him asked for the smaller one. Not the other one, but most emphatically, "the smaller one."

I may have been in some form of shock, but I hoisted it to his mouth and hose teeth that now seemed like a vampires fangs. And he sucked like a baby during its most pacific moments on it. Night and day. That's what I thought at the time. Night and day.

And suddenly his fingers had returned to my cunt, my ripped panties flapped against his wrist, clinging to my waist by the frayed threads of the elastic waistband.

"Ugh!" I grunted as he added a third and then a fourth finger into my juice dripping hole.

I was panting, a wanton, willing slut, willing to do anything asked of me. A dull pain lingered at my nipple where he'd bitten, perhaps a little too hard.

What the fuck was I thinking? He'd bitten through the skin. The nipple was bleeding. I recall thinking that stitches might be needed to repair it properly.

The last threads of the waistband parted and the panties dropped to the kitchen floor.

"How do you like it now, Emily?" Klaus asked, "Ready to cum again? Going to cum on my hand?"

"OH GOD!" I panted as my hips bucked against his sticky, plundering fingers

"You love it, don't you Emily! You love it!"

The excitement of being fingered and played with like a hot little whore was more than I could stand. My hidden slut emerged, wild, hungry and totally uninhibited.

He sent a finger from his other hand into my anus.

"YES! YES! YES!" I screamed as my cunt exploded, gushing juices everywhere.

"Look at what I'm doing to you, Emily. Go on, look!"

I forced myself to glance down and saw my hips pumping obscenely as his fingers slid in and out of my pussy.

I couldn't help but moan at the sheer lasciviousness of my own degradation.

Klaus grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me arch my back as his thick fingers stroked my cunt and fingered my asshole. There was a look of raw animal lust on his face, and I was afraid to think of how I looked just then.

I was crazed with lust. All my "I want you too's" were coming true. My thighs were trembling; my legs growing weak. I had to hold onto his shoulder with one hand and took hold of the hand that was fucking my cunt and used it like a dildo, fucking myself, far beyond self-consciousness or shame, hoping he would toss me on the kitchen table and fuck me senseless.

Just then we seemed to drop to the floor and the cool caress of the worn linoleum. He was kissing and sucking my neck and throat, than his hand was there, choking me, although not so that I ever felt in danger, but enough to make me fearful. A contradiction? Maybe, but I was in a sexual delirium at the time and could have cared less if he'd strangled me. Later I would look in the mirror and wince at the numerous welts, bite marks and bruises I saw, but in the moment I wanted it; I wanted it all.

And the moment his cock surged into me I thought I was going to achieve the impossible and have it all.

Once the initial shock wore off, I began to pump enthusiastically, trying to match him stroke for stroke, but he was so strong that I couldn't and satisfied myself by letting him fill me as I adoringly admired his sweat covered flesh now bathed in a halo of the late afternoon sunlight as he rode me to a frenzied climax.

I recall chanting, "FUCK" over and over and over as I came for the hundredth time that day. I exaggerate, yes, but it certainly felt that way.

At any rate, I passed out and woke up to find him pushing a thumb into my rectum.

"What are you doing?" I moaned.

That got me a vicious slap on the ass.

"Sir or Master, Emily, remember that."

"Yes ...Sir. Sir, may I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Are you going to sodomise me?"

"I am."

I had no reply to that. It was one of the things I had said I wanted in my note to him. In fact, I didn't want it at the moment, but saw no recourse other than to submit to him and hope for the best.

He continued pushing the thumb into my behind; gradually I became accustomed to it. I should add that in view of what I've undergone since that moment, Klaus was rather gentle with me in preparing me for anal sex.

He sent two fingers into my cunt then held them under my nose. "You're very wet, see?"

"Yes, Master, I see. Thank you."

"What made you so wet?"

"You did, Master. I've been wet all night," I replied, squirming as he reinserted the fingers and sent them deeper into me.

"You want my prick in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, I do," I said, although I wasn't all that certain I did. But I had told him I wanted it and it was going to happen whether I wanted it or not.

"You're a whore, Emily. Let me hear you say it!"

"I'm a whore, Master!"

"Beg me to fuck your sorry ass, whore."

"Please, sir, fuck my sorry ass," I blurted, humbled at having to put such a request into words.

Klaus surprised me by ramming his cock into my cunt. I uttered a satisfied grunt and started moving with him, matching him stroke for stroke. He yanked on my hair, pulling it back with viciousness that I hadn't seen him do before.

Still and all, I liked it. I was breathless and flushed with want and I urged him to pull harder. That made him laugh, and he gladly obliged me, pulling so hard that a small clump of hair was actually torn from my scalp.

I learned then not to ask for something I might regret. Trying to please him, I reached between us to stroke his hot cock, but after several squeezing strokes I needed to touch myself and greedily pulled on my nipples, stretching them until the pain was too much to bear.

Klaus toyed with me, lifting my knees and swooping in open mouthed to devour my cunt. Minutes later I was literally dripping when he pulled his face away. "Noooo, don't STOP!" I pleaded.

Ignoring my pleas, he roughly grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach and forced my legs apart with his knees and positioned himself over my ass.

Incredibly, he sent his mouth upon my ass just as he had my cunt moments earlier. I had never even dreamed of this possibility, and I have to say it was fantastic having his tongue swimming in my asshole. I'm sure I gasped and told him I adored what he was doing, but he ignored me in that regard, stiffening his tongue and licking me where even I had never touched before. (I freely admit that I have returned to that moment time and time again and explored further, using all sorts of implements to do so.)

I later learned that this was tongue-fucking. I now have done it on a few occasions myself and will admit to enjoying the power it gives me if only momentarily over my partner.

After several lovely minutes, Klaus removed his mouth and sent a long finger into my anus until it was buried in my hot hole. Surprisingly, the muscles in my ass gripped the finger with a ferocity that surprised and pleased him and he slowly withdrew it only to send it right back in.

I moaned appreciatively.

Klaus paused for a moment, then apparently dipped several fingers into what I later learned was warm olive oil, dripped some on my asshole, rubbed some into the crack of my ass and then sent the fingers into my rectum again.

His fingers slid easily in and out and I settled into an appreciative state, thinking it wasn't hurting me all that much, forgetting for the moment that it was his fingers invading me and not his thick, cock.

Klaus added a third finger and I welcomed it with a muffled groan.

He fingered me for a minute or so and then withdrew them, whispering that it was time for the main event. I was groggy with lust and didn't quite grasp what he meant. But the moment his cock began its penetration I was back in the real world.

I made a kind of choking sound as he entered me. He paused to rearrange me onto all fours and I saw him dipping his cock into the olive oil for additional lubrication. Then he pulled me ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of his massive cockhead against my puckered hole. He put his weight behind the following thrust and after a moment popped abruptly into me.

I was panting and rigid with fear of a pain that somehow never materialized as I thought it would. Oh, it hurt. It hurt plenty, but it wasn't like I'd imagined it would be.

"Halfway in, Emily, my sweet slut," he announced as I groaned.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, he was fully in me. His hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass – his cock buried to the hilt in me. I found it incredible that he'd managed to get it completely in me, but he had.

It may have been involuntary, or completely voluntary, I'll never know, but I began to squeeze his cock, relaxing somewhat then squeezing again.

He was barely moving in me, apparently savoring the squeezing, for he moaned, "Oh, yes, what a fuck!" And only then did he partially withdraw and push back as he resumed fucking me, rocking gently from side to side and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, but no further.

I couldn't hold back on my reaction, and begged him not to stop, dropping my head and shoulders flat on the bed while reaching between my legs in order to rub my twat as his well oiled cock made "slap ... slap ... slap" sounds against my ass.

And then I felt him swell inside me. A moment later he was jetting his semen into me, filling me, as I came with him. I hadn't dared to cum before he did; but coming together provided a sensation that was totally unexpected, a glorious cum, probably the best one ever, but with Klaus it was hard to make such distinctions.

We lay limbs entwined around each other, panting heavily for a time. I managed to keep him in me for a while. We were both sweating profusely.

"Emily," he said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Only then did I realized that I was still masturbating; rubbing my clit ever so slowly.

"Oh," I gasped.

"You may continue until you cum," he said and I adored him for being so generous.

I finished myself off shortly afterward, and whispered in his ear, "Master, may I speak?"

"Yes you may, Emily."

"It did hurt ... at first. But not the way I imagined it would. I want to thank you for taking pains to oil me up so that you fit into with ease."

"The pain, as you call it, resulted from the stretching of your anal muscles. But I'm sure you found it rather pleasurable in the end, and I mean no pun in what I say."

"Yes, Master. There was such an incredible sensation of being stuffed full. My whole body felt it. That's when I really started to get turned on. I had to come. I wanted to come with your thing in my ass!"