Free Taken In The Night: Bred in Darkness Episode One by Victoria Knight Page A

gulped it down, still stroking his balls, and when he stopped coming she pulled her mouth off and stood up. 

    She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then got dressed silently.  She ignored the “Fuck, that was amazing!” from the boy and walked out of the room, down the hall, through the living room, and to her car.  As she started the car, she realized she could still taste him in her mouth.  She considered stopping by her apartment to shower before she left, but she decided to just shower at the motel in New Orleans.  She didn’t know why her sex drive had jumped lately.  It was like some kind of switch had turned on this semester.  She’d always been active, but lately…she’d traveled (always off of her own campus) to bars, frat houses, sorority houses, and anywhere else she could find a willing partner.  She’d practically devoured them.  It was bizarre, the way the need had grown.

    The miles passed by slowly, and she listened to classic rock and thought of the fun she’d have at Mardi Gras.  She loved guessing about which man would ask for which things for her to earn beads.  She had it down to an art.  Most of the time, she could guess if a man would ask for her to bare her breasts or her ass or even when one would be adventurous enough to try for a touch or a kiss.  A few hours later, she was hungry and tired, so she stopped at a truck stop with a diner, filled up the car, and stepped inside.

    She found a booth in the corner and ordered chicken fried steak and eggs from the nice-looking but tired middle aged woman who took her order.  The woman left and returned with a soda, and that was the point at which she first noticed the man sitting at the counter.  He sipped from a beer but had no food in front of him.  He had a shock of sandy blonde hair and a perfect, compelling face, but what stood out most about him was the impeccable way he was dressed.  He wore Italian slacks and a silk shirt.  His navy sports coat and leather shoes rounded out the outfit, and she figured he had more than $1500 worth of clothing on his body.

    He was out of place.  All throughout the diner were truckers and travelers like herself.  There was no possible reason for a man dressed like that to be in a place like this.  He was also damned fine looking.  She’d just coaxed an orgasm for herself out of two frat boys, but she felt herself suddenly attracted to him and filled with need.  And as he looked at her, her body responded in ways she usually controlled others.  She found herself involuntarily excited.  She knew the value of sex, the value of the physical tension relief of a powerful orgasm, but she rarely desired sex as more than stress relief.  His gaze, though brought her thoughts to sex.  She replayed her actions with the frat boys. 

    A different lady than the one with whom she had placed her order brought her food.  This girl was shorter, stockier with red hair.  "Is everything looking good" the chunky redhead asked with a slight Southern drawl.  "Yea, fine." she responded robotically as she felt his gaze at her nipples, and they hardened.  She felt it between her legs, and it felt like both frat boys were inside of her at once.  She felt herself growing more and more overwhelmed with the desire.  She took a piece of toast and smeared strawberry jam on it.  It took every ounce of control to keep from moving her hips.  She literally felt the cocks still inside of her, felt them moving.  He still stared.  She brought the toast to her lips and took a bite.  The tart and sweet jelly hit her tongue and she came.

    It took her completely by surprise, the feeling of desire almost as intense as any orgasm and then an orgasm itself that crashed against her with a power and a strength she’d never before experienced.  She sat, paralyzed, as wave and wave of pleasure poured itself onto her body.   When her muscles finally allowed her to move, she took a sip of coffee, her hand