Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales

Dark Erotic Tales

M Jet

Table of Contents:

High On Her

Mojo

Harem

Bird Feed

Chocolate Covered Cherry

Conjure the Wind

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Published by Headtrip Productions

Text Copyright 2014 by M Jet

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Chapter 1

"Hello, ah, hi, Mr. Kirk? Yes, this is Mr. Hines."

Yes, cocksucker, I know who you are. You're my boss, you gave me the phone I'm answering, and you programmed "Mr. Hines" into it, you colossal dickhead, thought
James Kirk.

"Sure, Mr. Hines, what can I do for you?" replied James in a tone full of sunshine.

"Well, ah, Mr. Kirk, if you could please ah, come on in out of the field and buzz back into the office for a meeting?"

I've worked for you for fine years,
fuckface, call me James,
James thought.

"Sure, Mr. Hines, not a problem!
  Is there something the matter?" James inquired pleasantly.

"Well, ah, the thing is, Mr. Kirk, the head honcho's
comin' in, and what we need to do is, ah, we need to have a pow wow about your sales, is all.  And if you could, ah, on the way back, just go ahead and stop and give the company Nissan a good once over would you?  Thank you."

James felt the breath momentarily rush out of him. 
These mother fuckers are gonna shit can my ass,
James thought, his blood pressure escalating.  He inserted two fingers beneath his neck tie and loosened it, suddenly feeling strangled.

"Oh, OK.  Sure, sir, be there soon," James Kirk said with significantly less sunshine.

James carefully maneuvered the company Nissan into a car wash with trembling hands on 10 and 2. 
What am I gonna do if these shit lips' fire me,
James fumed internally.
I've got the studio apartment to pay for, and the HHR, the student loans…

And FUUUUCK!  What about my monthly donation to St.
Judes?

What kind of sleazy dick hole fires a guy who is a MONTHLY SUPPORTER of St.
Judes?

With wind completely absent from his sails, James painstakingly cleaned out the Jones, Jacobs, and Jackson Insurance Sales and Brokerage Firm's Nissan.  He discarded several empty Starbucks cups, careful to ensure they were weighed into the garbage by other heavier garbage so they wouldn't blow out.

James Kirk prided himself on being environmentally considerate.

Other than James Kirk and the company Nissan, the middle of Monday car wash was empty.  There were six bays for cars to drive in and wash or vacuum and detail.  The June sun was high in a brilliant blue cloudless sky and a gentle breeze tossed the trees that surrounded the lot.  Any other person would've felt footloose and fancy free on a day like that, but James Kirk
felt like shit.  Sweat accumulated uncomfortably around his starched collar.  He muttered angrily under his breath as he cleaned the car.

Then a flaming red Dodge Charger Convertible sidled onto the lot and the driver of the car stopped James in his tracks and improved his mood on sight.

James recovered his composure and resumed his task.  Only, he was finished cleaning out the car, he just pretended he was still working so he could discreetly watch the red convertible's driver.

The car parked next to a vacuum unit on the opposite end from where James was parked. 
"Feel Like Making Love"
blasted on the car's radio as the door opened and bare feet with sparkling red toe nails emerged.

The feet were connected to angelically soft looking, perfectly shaped, deeply tanned legs that went clear to heaven.  James' breath caught in his throat.

The woman wore a mid-thigh length flowered sundress.  Even though the dress was fairly modest, large round breasts were apparent beneath the shimmering material as the wind slithered it against her sun kissed skin.  Her wild blonde hair fell loose to her waist and framed a face free of makeup but sprinkled with exceptionally fetching freckles.  She had full lips and a succulent heart shaped mouth.

Taking notice of the lips gave James an urgent hard on.

James watched her out of the corner of his eye as she fed the vacuum quarters and went about cleaning the convertible.  As she bent to vacuum the car, the wind toyed with the hem of her skirt and James' heart stopped.  Each time he thought her skirt would blow up; it mercilessly fell back in place to cover her.

But she slowly leaned further and further into the car, bringing the skirt slowly higher and higher until he could see the hint of the bottom of the most flawless round ass cheeks he'd ever seen even in the wettest of dreams.  James Kirk's cock literally ached for this woman.

With cat like grace, the blonde crawled into the car, leaning toward the passenger seat as she handled the vacuuming tool.  Finally, she was on all fours, and her dress lifted high enough to reveal a black g string, perfect ass, and nestled in the shadows between incredible thighs, the barely covered hint of the heart of her.  A Sunday school teacher's dress and a whore's undergarments.

James Kirk found himself in the uncomfortable predicament of being near orgasm in a public parking lot.

Shaking once again, James struggled to pull his eyes away from the irresistible female and pick up the pieces of what was left of his now meaningless existence, when she slowly backed out of the car and turned toward him.  The perfect woman's lips split into a sultry grin and she licked them.

"See something you like, cowboy?" she said in a soft, playful voice.

James' face blazed.  "Oh, uh, um, I'm sorry…  Are you talking to me?"

The woman laughed, a tinkling mischievous sound, like wind chimes.  She rapidly turned to pluck sandals out of the convertible, for one second exposing that gorgeous hint of her ass as she reached.  She dropped the sandals and placed her slender feet into them and proceeded to walk toward James.

"Well yeah, there isn’t anyone here but you and me, right?" She spoke as though her words were individually pre-selected.  As she moved closer, his head swam with her scent of honeysuckle.

"Oh, I uh, well, I hadn't noticed you come in," James blurted. 
James, you dumb, dumb, idiot BASTARD,
he silently berated himself.

The woman smiled coyly, exposing gleaming white, pristine teeth.  "That so, sparky?" she teased, one eyebrow arched.

James blushed again and mentally blew his brains out.

"You're cute," she said.  "What's your name?"

James glanced around nervously; suddenly suspecting he may be suffering a psychotic break from reality since this creature could not possibly be standing there coming on to him.

"Um, it's James Kirk."

The woman pouted.  "That's kind of boring, don't you think?  How 'bout I call you Jimmy?" she asked.

You can call me dick lick if it makes you happy,
thought Jimmy Kirk.

"What's your name?" he asked politely.

"Oh, my name?  My name's Missy Raven," she responded, running a single finger down the length of his striped silk neck tie.  "You wanna go for a ride with me?" said Missy Raven with the sparkling eyes.

James rapidly attempted to plaster an expression of aloofness on his face that suggested devastating women asked him to get in their cars in parking lots all the time.  He also glanced at the company Nissan.  "Uh, well, I'm supposed to get back to work.  And, I probably shouldn't leave this car here, it belongs to the company I work for."

"So?"

You are absolutely fucking right, Missy Raven,
thought James. 
Fuck a bunch of Jones, Jacobs and Jackson Insurance Sales and Brokerage Firm AND the company Nissan.  Those sperm burps are firing me anyway!

"Well, what if I'm a serial killer?" James asked.

Missy smirked and sized him up with enormous blue eyes.  "I'll take my chances."

"Well…  What if YOU'RE a serial killer?"

After a dramatic pause, Missy replied, "I think you can take me, Jimmy."

Her voice was so thick with innuendo, that in that moment, he knew that even in his Dockers, his rock hard erection must be obvious and he didn't give a shit.  "Alright," James Kirk said feeling more reckless than ever before in his entire life.  "Missy Raven, let's go for a ride."

James moved the company Nissan off to a remote corner of the car wash's vacant lot and then sauntered back to here Missy stood perched against the convertible.  He put on a pair of sunglasses, loosened his neck tie more, and unbuttoned his top two buttons.  As he approached, Missy tossed him the keys.

"You drive," she demanded.

James chuckled.  "Wow, really?  OK…"

The couple took their seats in the car and he carefully began backing it away from the vacuum and toward the exit.

Missy leaned against James, soft breasts pressing into his arm.  Her delicate fingers deftly loosened his neck tie and slowly pulled it from his collar.

"I think we can do away with this," Missy purred, sending the tie flying into the wind as they drove away.

Chapter 2

Missy Raven liked fast driving and wasn't much for small talk.  She seemed to have no particular destination in mind, nor did she disclose any information about herself.  He asked her a couple chatty questions, but when it was clear she didn't want to talk, he found he really didn't care anyway.  What he cared about was the dark line between her thighs, and the hand she sometimes tucked there.  And the other hand she kept putting over his on the gear shift and kneading his knuckles, which basically kept him hard all afternoon.