“Alice Sweet Alice”

There he was, smiling demurely at me. His raven-colored hair blowing gently in the spring breeze while he sat patiently on the bench, outside of my office. Feeling his gaze through the eighth-inch-thick glass, I felt my cheeks redden. Tucking a piece of red hair back behind my ear, I continued working until my shift had ended...

It wasn’t until five-o’clock in the evening did work finally end. While I was packing my briefcase and cleaning up my cubicle, I snuck a quick peek outside and to my amazement, he was still there: still waiting. Gathering everything as quickly as I could, I rushed out to meet him. “Hi, you must be Nathaniel.” Holding out the only free hand I had, as the other was currently balancing a briefcase, purse and a latte.

“You must be Alice. Pleasure to finally get the chance to meet you.” The man responded, taking my hand in his own and, like a gentleman, kissed it—sending a sudden, unexpected, tingly feeling through my entire body. Embarrassed from Nathaniel’s actions, I quickly pulled my hand away from his grasp and held it against my chest.

“It’s nice to meet you too. So what do you have planned for us this evening?”

“How about a nice dinner? Maybe a movie afterwards? It’s up to you.” He said, beaming at me. His smile—or rather his teeth—was so white, it nearly blinded me. They looked a little too white, but at least I knew he had really good hygiene: he also smelt really good and had a clean-shaven face to go with his professionally cut and styled hair. This guy definitely was a plus so far.

“Sounds great. Where do you want to go?”

“How about Giovanni’s? I love Italian food and I also heard from your friend that you loved Italian as well. Or am I mistaken?”

“No, Giovanni’s is fine. I do love Italian and I’m glad Mae told you so much about me.” More than I probably preferred, I thought, giving Nathaniel a reassuring smile. “See you at seven?”

Seven it is.” Nathaniel replied, before giving me a quick embrace and then going over to his parked car. It was a 2018, black Ford Mustang GT Premium Convertible. The car looked nice but I liked mine better: a 2017, blue Pagani Huayra. It was expensive as hell, but it was worth every dollar, or Euro, in my case. Fetching the keys out of my purse, I walked over to my baby and after pushing the button twice, got in and shut the door. Putting my seatbelt on, I then put the keys into the ignition and start the car. It was time to go home...

Living in the rich part of town had its perks: nice houses, big lawns, no annoying kids and their dogs keeping the neighbors awake; yeah, life was good. Pulling into my driveway, I get out and after locking the car, head up the steps to my two-story, eight-thousand-square-feet home. With a breath of relief, I unlocked the door and took off my shoes at the entryway. Time to shower and change, I told myself, placing my belongings on the kitchen counter before strolling up the staircase to the master bedroom. Once there, I went through the closet, wondering what would be appropriate for an Italian restaurant.

After going through many dresses: from red and glitzy, to purple and made of silk, I decided on a black dress made of satin. To be precise: an Adrianna Papell Boat-Neck A-Line Dress. To match, I grabbed a pair of Lois Lace Evening Pumps from the same designer, and a matching bra-underwear set that was black and lacey. All set, I went into my bathroom and started stripping.

I first removed my red blouse, after unbuttoning it, I let it fall to the floor; next was my white push-up bra. Not that my boobs needed a push-up, they were both size B36, but I liked the style and bought it on a whim. After releasing the clasp, I felt my breasts fall a little. They were both perfectly rounded and with a quick grope, I felt that my skin was still soft to the touch. After releasing them from their restrainsts, I then moved on to my black miniskirt. Once removed, the panties came next: a nice, lacey-white thong. Letting both articles fall into a heap along with the other stuff, I finally stood in the shower: hot water running down my hour-glass shape like waterfall.

Twenty-minutes passed, by the time I was done showering and getting dressed, along with makeup, accessories, etc. It was almost seven by the time I was ready when I heard a car horn coming from outside. Grabbing my coat and purse, I opened the door to see that Nathaniel was indeed waiting for me. Punctual, that’s nice. With a smile, I reach his car and open the door; bending low to get inside. The interior was nice: all leather and smelled practically brand-new. Maybe it was? Placing my purse on the floorboard, I buckled myself in. Then, with a smile, I look at Nathaniel. “You ready?”

“Always.” He replied, before putting the car into “drive” and headed towards Giovanni’s.

An hour of eating, conversation and flirting was enough to get anyone drunk: especially when wine was involved. Of course, Nathaniel couldn’t drink, seeing as he was my designated driver; but that didn’t stop me from downing a whole bottle of the stuff. After my second bottle, Nathaniel started to look a little fuzzy and that’s when I asked him if we could just skip the movie and take me home. He was fine with that and with his help, I managed to leave the restaurant and get into his car without falling over. A couple of times, I could of sworn I heard him laugh—like when I mistook a total stranger as my brother—but Nathaniel just denied it. Telling me that I had drunk too much (impossible) and needed some rest. Laughing, I told him that maybe he was the drunk one and that he needed my help. That just made him laugh more...

Safely arriving at my house, Nathaniel puts the car in “park” and comes around the side to open the door for me. Unbuckling myself, I get ready to stand up before bumping my head on the door frame. “Ouch.” Rubbing my head, I try to dull the pain.

“You alright?” Nathaniel asks, gently taking my arm and pulling me out.

“Yeah, just a little bump is all.” I reassured him, letting him lead me from his car to my front door. Once there, I give Nathaniel my best smile. “Thank you so much for tonight, sorry about the whole movie thing.”

“It’s understandable. I don’t blame you, I still had fun tonight” he tells me, giving me another one of those killer smiles, which reminded me of that intense, heated moment from earlier in the day. Without thinking, I placed my arms around his neck and kissed him. At first, he seemed surprised, before responding in kind. He placed one of his hands on the back of my head, gripping my hair, while he fiercely and passionately kissed me. The kiss caused me to stumble back against the door, and before I knew it, our bodies were touching: his was lean and muscular, while mine was curvy and soft. Not too soft though, but soft enough that he’d want to squeeze me in many ways...

“Maybe we should go inside.” I whisper, my voice all sultry and seductive, making myself sound wanton.

“Maybe we should.” Nathaniel said, his own breath husky and filled with need.

Breaking the kiss, I dug through my purse quickly. Found the keys and unlocked the door. It didn’t take long for the passion to start-up again. It happened as soon as the door was unlocked. Nathaniel had me pinned against the wall near the entryway, his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, breathing heavily. The kiss deepened, as the seconds went by, his tongue now darting in to find mine, creating a dance of sorts. One of his hands went from my hair to my left breast, tugging on my nipple through the dress. Moaning, I grip him tighter, pulling his face even closer to mine. “Let’s go upstairs.” I barely manage to get out, filled with so much heat it was making me go brain-dead. Nathaniel just nodded, then in one swift motion, picked me up and carried me up the stairs.

Reaching the bedroom, he placed me on the bed. Looking up at him with green eyes, I smiled. Then, reaching for him, I began to unbutton his shirt. It was a nice shirt, but it needed to go. After I threw his shirt to the ground, I started on his belt next, but he gently grabbed my hand. “Not yet, love.” He said, before pushing me down onto my back. With a smile, Nathaniel rolled me over onto my stomach, face-down, I felt him unzip my dress and then unclasp my bra. Once down, he rolled me back over again and pulled the dress and bra completely off: like a magician with a tablecloth. Smiling he leaned down and whispered into my ear: “I hope your ready.”

“I’m so totally ready.” I told him.

The night became intense: he first started making out with me, his tongue clashing with mine before it left to trail down my neck and around my breasts. While using his tongue, he kneaded my breasts and tugged on my nipples; making them perk up and harden. He’d then use his tongue to maneuver around them, causing me to moan with pleasure, before he then traveled to my lacey underwear. Nathaniel gave me a sly smile before he slid those off of me, and revealed the nicely trimmed bush underneath. Still using his tongue, he journeyed through the forest to the cave within—which was now wet and dripping with every touch. His tongue first touched the sensitive spot above the cave, before he licked his fore-and middle finger, readying them for exploration. When they were wet enough, he gently rubbed the outside—making my hip grind in a humping motion—before entering the cave depths.

With a moan, “Please Nathaniel, more—“ was all I could get out while he suddenly began pulling his fingers in and out. Over and over. Feeling the heat and the pleasure, I moaned even more, getting louder as time went on. When Nathaniel felt like he had fingered me enough, he finally let me undo his belt and unzip his pants. He was hard, his penis was pretty big too, and his balls looked amazing. Taking his penis in my grasp, I placed my mouth over the tip before sucking on it. Nathaniel began to moan and thrust as I went from sucking, to licking, then biting and back. I also grasped his balls with my free hand, squeezing and pulling on them. He seemed like the sadistic type. Thrusting harder now, and with him pulling my hair, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and ejaculated all over my face. Smiling, I licked my lips and using my fingers, grabbed the rest of it and dragging the stuff to my mouth; ate it. Then it was time for round two.

Nathaniel kept playing with me, teasing my nipples, rubbing my clit; but this time, instead of a blowjob, he got on top of me and with one quick motion; went inside. No condom, no nothing, it was just skin-on-skin and it felt great. I could feel him inside me, his dick pulsating with need and I felt like I was going to die from bliss. This was the best sex I’ve ever had and I couldn’t believe the stamina this guy had. It was just AMAZING! After a few minutes, we changed positions: I was now bent over, “doggy” style, and Nathaniel was still thrusting, but also used both hands to grip me good. He had one on my left breast, the other was pulling my hair. He was practically riding me like a horse. It wasn’t until a few minutes after that did I feel him rubbing his finger across my dripping-wet vagina. “What are you doing?” I managed to ask, panting and lacking some air.

“Trust me, you’ll like it.” He said, taking his now lubricated finger and rubbing it across my butthole. Nathaniel then inserted his finger a little bit, which caused me to tighten my butt muscles. “Relax, does it hurt?”

“No,” I tell him. “It doesn’t.”

”It might if you don’t loosen up. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”

”What do you me—” and before I could get another word in, I swear to god almighty, he shoved his entire penis inside. At first, it hurt like a bitch, but thanks to all of my natural lube, it started to feel great. It wasn’t too long before I started begging like a red-headed whore. “Nathaniel, more please, I beg yo—“ He granted my wish alright, along with some ass-smacking. My butthole felt like it was expanding and Nathaniel was moving faster and faster. It wasn’t long before he came inside me—then pulled out to watch his juices flow down from my ass to my vagina. I also orgasmed several times throughout this workout and by the time he was done, I was too tired to even move.

Grinning at me. “Done so soon?” Nathaniel asks, his naked body now being bathed with the sun’s early rays. Holy shit, did I say the sun? We had an eight-hour session?! Laughing at the look of disbelief on my face, Nathaniel reaches towards me, brushing my hair away from my face and behind an ear.

“I didn’t realize you were a sex god.” I told him, before stretching out on the bed, tired, but feeling great. “How do you have so much stamina? I almost died.”

”I’m an athlete. I do several triathlons each year to keep me in shape.”

”Amazing.” Was all I said, before suddenly feeling tired. “I’m sorry to be so rude, but could you leave? I feel tired all of a sudden.”

”Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow Alice. Night.”

”Night.”

It didn’t take too long before I heard Nathaniel grab his clothes, dress and walk down the stairs and out the door. Once I heard the door shut with a click—meaning the lock was in place—I blissfully fell into a deep sleep. Already anxious to see Nathaniel the next day...

Nathaniel looked back at the house, with the biggest grin on his face, before entering his car. Inside, he put on his seatbelt, put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. He couldn’t believe his luck: the girl in general was fae and unknowingly, a princess of the current queen. He laughed at the thought of it because he knew Alice was a part of the “light” or “fairy” fae while he was part of the “dark” or “demon” fae: an incubus. Now, she would have his child and then, the fun and games would begin...

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