Donutte
1st December 2005, 06:56
A/N: Ok, I decided to do this story this way. Btw, I've not abandoned my other two stories; I had to give it a rest on one of them for certain personal reasons, and the other I felt I needed some perspective on; hence my not updating it this week as I usually do. I will update that one by or during next week though :) Now, this was originally going to be a short story. It may still be a shorter story than my usual, but it looks like it's gonna be pretty smutty. Hence, my putting it here. It's different than my usual; that difference will be evident once you read. It will also have a "sister" story (partially written), called Him. I'm sure you'll be able to guess what it's about once you've read this. It will be a little behind this one, but will follow the same timeline. There is some illegal drug use in this story. Now, I'm not talking about them dropping acid, nor is it the main focus of the story; it is merely there and if it makes you uncomfortable, you should know. I've been in a weird mood lately, and it somehow incorporated its way into the story. I'm also not condoning it, just for the record. With that said, this takes place somewhat in the future. I am trying to keep as true to the characters as possible; although, it may be somewhat hard to tell until both stories are posted. Now that I've probably managed to confuse you all, here is my story. Any and all feedback; good, bad or otherwise; is more than welcome.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Although I wish I could say I did, I do not own these characters. I merely own the story.
Warning: Illegal drug use
Part 1 - Her
***
I went to the charity fundraiser last night, which was rather boring, I must say. I've found many of them to be quite boring; but, being a Luthor, I'm somewhat expected to attend such functions. Trying to look interested the whole time last night, though, was rather cumbersome, even for me. I almost laughed out loud in hysterical laughter at one point. But, Lex Luthor does no such thing; not in private, and most definitely not in public.
When it was finally over, I decided that I wasn't quite ready for the night to end. Holding in laughter can deter exhaustion from anyone. I walked downstairs to the bar of the hotel where the fundraiser was held, and decided to have a drink. I removed my silk bow-tie, thankful for the loss of the object that had practically strangled me the whole night. Stuffing it into my pocket, I took a seat and waited for an opportunity to grasp the attention of the bartender.
It wasn't long before he came by, asking me what I wanted. I requested some brandy; the best stuff in the house. He nodded, and went to the back for the "reserved" bottle. Soon he returned, and I handed over a hundred dollar bill. Told him to keep the change; I was in a generous mood last night. Bringing up the snifter to allow the scent of the liquor to waft into my senses, I smiled, and proposed a silent toast. To whom or what, that I didn't know. I just felt the need to do so. I would find out soon enough the object of my toast.
I took a sip of the brandy, allowing the warm liquid to linger in my mouth for a moment before soothing it's way down my throat. Savoring the feeling for a few minutes, I took another sip. The warmth soon spread throughout my body, causing me to have involuntary.. cravings.
I found myself spanning the room for all of the beautiful brunettes; I often find myself fancying them. There were many gorgeous ones, I must say. Many of whom had quite the physical effect on me; needless to say, I had to sit carefully. There was the one in the red dress. She had short, very dark hair, with icy blue eyes that appeared to stab the soul. However.. no. Then there was the brunette with very long hair, almost to her knees. I shook my head, taking another sip of my brandy; too much hair, and that can get messy in certain situations. As I said, there were many. However, not one of them was right; not last night.
Letting out a deep sigh of reservation, I finished off what was left in the snifter, then signaled the bartender for another. He brought it promptly; there is definitely something to be said for good tipping. Handed him another hundred. He nodded his appreciation to me, to which I responded with a slight nod of my own. I picked up the snifter, and once again, returned my attention to the female population in the room.
The same crowd. The same women. There was something, different, however. Or, should I say, someone. A gorgeous women, in a crisp, royal blue dress. Legs that just wouldn't quit. And her.. bosom.. was heaving in a very pleasant manner. Green eyes that were big enough to drown in. Shoulder-length, straight hair. Blonde hair. Beautiful female. Her. Epiphany.
She had been there the whole time. I had ignored everyone but the brunettes when I had first looked. But then, I saw her. She was looking right at me for what seemed like forever, then with a smile, she turned and walked away. I soon found myself walking in her direction, my legs going with a will of their own. I didn't even think I had liked blondes. I continued to walk so as to keep up with her to wherever she was going; my manhood embarrassingly preceding me, but for some reason I didn't really care.
***
I stood in the open doorway she had just exited, watching as she walked outside, propping herself up against the building. I watched as she slowly pulled a small package of.. something.. out of her evening bag. From that small package, I saw her pull out something long and white. A cigarette? I continued to watch as she lit the cigarette, taking a deep pull on it, then holding her breath for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
I had never thought of a woman smoking as sexy before last night. For some reason, however, watching her smoke was the sexiest thing in the world. She must have heard my thoughts, because soon, her eyes turned my way as she let out another plume of smoke. She indicated for me to come toward her with a nod of her head. Who was I to say no?
I made my way to where she was standing. She offered her cigarette to me, which I found odd, yet felt obligated to take. Noticed something.. off.. about the cigarette. Taking it, I slowly inhaled the sweet, thick smoke. As my eyes widened, I quickly realized that this was no cigarette. I turned my head skyward so as to not blow the smoke in her face. Smooth; very smooth. Hardly any scent to speak of either. Taking one more hit, I handed it back to her. As I got dizzy, I realized it was pretty strong, too.
She stared me in the eye as she put out her "cigarette", and replaced it in the case. I watched her in my inebriated state as she swayed past me, walking back into the bar. That woman had hips that could move like no one else's. They literally beckoned me to follow them. And, who was I to refuse? I obeyed their command, and followed her inside.
As she walked toward the middle of the floor, where the crowd had somewhat dissipated, she turned her head around briefly, and batted her luscious eyelashes at me, before slowly turning it back around. Her come-hither look was almost more than my libido could take. I stopped in my tracks, however, as I watched her begin to dance by herself in that vacated part of the floor. Although this wasn't really that kind of bar, I have to admit, she was absolutely hot as she danced. I watched in awe as she swished her hips to silent music, and they beckoned me to come forth yet again. I did not refuse.
I swaggered up to her rhythmic form, finding my body moving in tune to hers. I could even hear the music somewhat; must have been a side-effect of being inebriated on alcohol and marijuana. Soon, my higher brain functions began to kick in, however, telling me this was not the time and definitely not the place to be doing this. She must have sensed my thoughts, as she soon stopped and grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd of people, then out the front door.
***
I had no idea where we were going. All I knew was that there was a beautiful woman slowly walking backwards in front of me, holding my hand while looking into my eyes seductively. I honestly don't think even she knew where she was going. Soon, she turned to face forward, walking with long strides down the lit sidewalk, with me still in tow. Part of me was telling me I shouldn't be letting some stranger lead me to somewhere I didn't know. Another part of me told that other part to shut the fuck up and walk. The latter part won that argument.
We continued to walk down the street in silence, our quickening breaths the only sounds being emitted. Soon, I found myself walking through the city park with this seductive woman. She led me toward the benches facing the small pond. I sat down, and to my utter shock, instead of sitting next to me, she straddled my thighs, trapping me with her arms as she grasped the back of the bench. I was about to say something, but before the words could make their way out, they were smothered by a deep, passionate kiss.
My already rigid cock became fully hard the moment her lips touched mine. They were so soft and supple. My hand moved up on it's own accord and grasped her breast, fondling it carefully as my other hand slipped around her waist and rested on the small of her back. She took my breath away, quite literally. Pulling away, I gasped for air as she looked at me with those emerald eyes, licking her luscious lips. Breathing heavily, I stared into her eyes, every breath I took causing a surge to go right through my cock. I found my hips bucking upward for a moment on their own accord, my hardness apparently hitting her in a certain.. spot.
Releasing her grasp on the back of the bench, she put her hands on my shoulders, slowly rubbing them down my torso. I moaned involuntarily, and rather loudly, but didn't particularly care at that moment. My higher brain functions told me to look around, which I did to make sure there were no lurking eyes or cameras in the area. However, as she began to unzip my pants, any higher brain function disappeared as my cock demanded my attention. The slight touch of her delicate hands on the outside of my pants was enough to make it throb terribly.
I have to say, I had never been so turned on by a woman before. She was different, and it was more than the blonde hair. There was just something about her, and I was determined to find out, but.. later. There were more important matters to attend to. Like watching this mystery woman as she stuck her hand down the front of her dress and pulled out.. a condom. Wow. Then watching her as ripped open the condom. Watching as pulled my cock out of my boxers, in all its hard glory. Moaning in agony as she rolled the condom down the length of my shaft. Watching as she lowered herself upon me, her tightness grasping my hardness and causing me to gasp.
It occurred to me at that moment that she apparently was not wearing any panties. God, how that mere thought caused my cock to swell inside of her, as she slowly lowered and raised her body. I could barely hear her breathing, despite the fact I could feel it getting faster. She had a thin sheen of sweat on her face, despite the fact it was cool enough to see my own breath fog. My hips bucked up as she slowly continued to torture my aching member, silently begging her to go faster.
All that could be heard were my gasps and the slap of flesh as she fully descended on me. I started breathing heavier as I could feel climax approaching, despite her torturous efforts. She seemed to innately know, however, as she began to slide up and down my member faster, gasping audibly then herself as she did so. It was all I could do not to scream as her vessel squeezed around my cock in her climax, causing me to burst like a water balloon that had been squeezed finally to its breaking point.
***
To be continued...
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Although I wish I could say I did, I do not own these characters. I merely own the story.
Warning: Illegal drug use
Part 1 - Her
***
I went to the charity fundraiser last night, which was rather boring, I must say. I've found many of them to be quite boring; but, being a Luthor, I'm somewhat expected to attend such functions. Trying to look interested the whole time last night, though, was rather cumbersome, even for me. I almost laughed out loud in hysterical laughter at one point. But, Lex Luthor does no such thing; not in private, and most definitely not in public.
When it was finally over, I decided that I wasn't quite ready for the night to end. Holding in laughter can deter exhaustion from anyone. I walked downstairs to the bar of the hotel where the fundraiser was held, and decided to have a drink. I removed my silk bow-tie, thankful for the loss of the object that had practically strangled me the whole night. Stuffing it into my pocket, I took a seat and waited for an opportunity to grasp the attention of the bartender.
It wasn't long before he came by, asking me what I wanted. I requested some brandy; the best stuff in the house. He nodded, and went to the back for the "reserved" bottle. Soon he returned, and I handed over a hundred dollar bill. Told him to keep the change; I was in a generous mood last night. Bringing up the snifter to allow the scent of the liquor to waft into my senses, I smiled, and proposed a silent toast. To whom or what, that I didn't know. I just felt the need to do so. I would find out soon enough the object of my toast.
I took a sip of the brandy, allowing the warm liquid to linger in my mouth for a moment before soothing it's way down my throat. Savoring the feeling for a few minutes, I took another sip. The warmth soon spread throughout my body, causing me to have involuntary.. cravings.
I found myself spanning the room for all of the beautiful brunettes; I often find myself fancying them. There were many gorgeous ones, I must say. Many of whom had quite the physical effect on me; needless to say, I had to sit carefully. There was the one in the red dress. She had short, very dark hair, with icy blue eyes that appeared to stab the soul. However.. no. Then there was the brunette with very long hair, almost to her knees. I shook my head, taking another sip of my brandy; too much hair, and that can get messy in certain situations. As I said, there were many. However, not one of them was right; not last night.
Letting out a deep sigh of reservation, I finished off what was left in the snifter, then signaled the bartender for another. He brought it promptly; there is definitely something to be said for good tipping. Handed him another hundred. He nodded his appreciation to me, to which I responded with a slight nod of my own. I picked up the snifter, and once again, returned my attention to the female population in the room.
The same crowd. The same women. There was something, different, however. Or, should I say, someone. A gorgeous women, in a crisp, royal blue dress. Legs that just wouldn't quit. And her.. bosom.. was heaving in a very pleasant manner. Green eyes that were big enough to drown in. Shoulder-length, straight hair. Blonde hair. Beautiful female. Her. Epiphany.
She had been there the whole time. I had ignored everyone but the brunettes when I had first looked. But then, I saw her. She was looking right at me for what seemed like forever, then with a smile, she turned and walked away. I soon found myself walking in her direction, my legs going with a will of their own. I didn't even think I had liked blondes. I continued to walk so as to keep up with her to wherever she was going; my manhood embarrassingly preceding me, but for some reason I didn't really care.
***
I stood in the open doorway she had just exited, watching as she walked outside, propping herself up against the building. I watched as she slowly pulled a small package of.. something.. out of her evening bag. From that small package, I saw her pull out something long and white. A cigarette? I continued to watch as she lit the cigarette, taking a deep pull on it, then holding her breath for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
I had never thought of a woman smoking as sexy before last night. For some reason, however, watching her smoke was the sexiest thing in the world. She must have heard my thoughts, because soon, her eyes turned my way as she let out another plume of smoke. She indicated for me to come toward her with a nod of her head. Who was I to say no?
I made my way to where she was standing. She offered her cigarette to me, which I found odd, yet felt obligated to take. Noticed something.. off.. about the cigarette. Taking it, I slowly inhaled the sweet, thick smoke. As my eyes widened, I quickly realized that this was no cigarette. I turned my head skyward so as to not blow the smoke in her face. Smooth; very smooth. Hardly any scent to speak of either. Taking one more hit, I handed it back to her. As I got dizzy, I realized it was pretty strong, too.
She stared me in the eye as she put out her "cigarette", and replaced it in the case. I watched her in my inebriated state as she swayed past me, walking back into the bar. That woman had hips that could move like no one else's. They literally beckoned me to follow them. And, who was I to refuse? I obeyed their command, and followed her inside.
As she walked toward the middle of the floor, where the crowd had somewhat dissipated, she turned her head around briefly, and batted her luscious eyelashes at me, before slowly turning it back around. Her come-hither look was almost more than my libido could take. I stopped in my tracks, however, as I watched her begin to dance by herself in that vacated part of the floor. Although this wasn't really that kind of bar, I have to admit, she was absolutely hot as she danced. I watched in awe as she swished her hips to silent music, and they beckoned me to come forth yet again. I did not refuse.
I swaggered up to her rhythmic form, finding my body moving in tune to hers. I could even hear the music somewhat; must have been a side-effect of being inebriated on alcohol and marijuana. Soon, my higher brain functions began to kick in, however, telling me this was not the time and definitely not the place to be doing this. She must have sensed my thoughts, as she soon stopped and grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd of people, then out the front door.
***
I had no idea where we were going. All I knew was that there was a beautiful woman slowly walking backwards in front of me, holding my hand while looking into my eyes seductively. I honestly don't think even she knew where she was going. Soon, she turned to face forward, walking with long strides down the lit sidewalk, with me still in tow. Part of me was telling me I shouldn't be letting some stranger lead me to somewhere I didn't know. Another part of me told that other part to shut the fuck up and walk. The latter part won that argument.
We continued to walk down the street in silence, our quickening breaths the only sounds being emitted. Soon, I found myself walking through the city park with this seductive woman. She led me toward the benches facing the small pond. I sat down, and to my utter shock, instead of sitting next to me, she straddled my thighs, trapping me with her arms as she grasped the back of the bench. I was about to say something, but before the words could make their way out, they were smothered by a deep, passionate kiss.
My already rigid cock became fully hard the moment her lips touched mine. They were so soft and supple. My hand moved up on it's own accord and grasped her breast, fondling it carefully as my other hand slipped around her waist and rested on the small of her back. She took my breath away, quite literally. Pulling away, I gasped for air as she looked at me with those emerald eyes, licking her luscious lips. Breathing heavily, I stared into her eyes, every breath I took causing a surge to go right through my cock. I found my hips bucking upward for a moment on their own accord, my hardness apparently hitting her in a certain.. spot.
Releasing her grasp on the back of the bench, she put her hands on my shoulders, slowly rubbing them down my torso. I moaned involuntarily, and rather loudly, but didn't particularly care at that moment. My higher brain functions told me to look around, which I did to make sure there were no lurking eyes or cameras in the area. However, as she began to unzip my pants, any higher brain function disappeared as my cock demanded my attention. The slight touch of her delicate hands on the outside of my pants was enough to make it throb terribly.
I have to say, I had never been so turned on by a woman before. She was different, and it was more than the blonde hair. There was just something about her, and I was determined to find out, but.. later. There were more important matters to attend to. Like watching this mystery woman as she stuck her hand down the front of her dress and pulled out.. a condom. Wow. Then watching her as ripped open the condom. Watching as pulled my cock out of my boxers, in all its hard glory. Moaning in agony as she rolled the condom down the length of my shaft. Watching as she lowered herself upon me, her tightness grasping my hardness and causing me to gasp.
It occurred to me at that moment that she apparently was not wearing any panties. God, how that mere thought caused my cock to swell inside of her, as she slowly lowered and raised her body. I could barely hear her breathing, despite the fact I could feel it getting faster. She had a thin sheen of sweat on her face, despite the fact it was cool enough to see my own breath fog. My hips bucked up as she slowly continued to torture my aching member, silently begging her to go faster.
All that could be heard were my gasps and the slap of flesh as she fully descended on me. I started breathing heavier as I could feel climax approaching, despite her torturous efforts. She seemed to innately know, however, as she began to slide up and down my member faster, gasping audibly then herself as she did so. It was all I could do not to scream as her vessel squeezed around my cock in her climax, causing me to burst like a water balloon that had been squeezed finally to its breaking point.
***
To be continued...