Occupying My Mind

All characters are over the age of eighteen. Some just over, Some centuries over. The story takes place in the late 1980's early 1990's and some times in other dimensions. Enjoy...

My cock pulsed as she slid up and down. I was close. I distracted myself by looking around at the lush green mountainside. I felt the dew-covered grass on my bare back. I stared at the dark forest, the sunlight not yet penetrating the canopy of trees. My eyes returned to the beauty that was riding me. Her long red hair flowed in the slight breeze. Her plump, lush breasts bounced as she rode my stiff shaft. Her face and hair were lit up by the rising sunlight peaking over the mountains. Her white wings flapped as they reflected the golden hue of the light at this time of the morning. She peered down at me. She tightened her muscles and ground her hips. Her pussy squeezed my cock. Oh, the pleasure that rushed through me. "You are a horny boy. I am truly enjoying you as my devout servant."

"You are amazing. You are so beautiful the rising sun lighting you up. You look angelic."

"Far from that," she smiled, "I could ride this hard cock all day." She arched her back. Her hands dug into my chest. Her head tilted back. Her wings spread wide. Her breasts lit up as the sunlight touched them. All of this caused her to tighten up inside. "Fuck it feels so good inside me," she screamed, her voice echoed through around us. I could feel her body trembling as the orgasm built inside her. My hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed. I felt the tingle in my balls. Tremors of pleasure danced through my body.

"Oh, fuck I yelled." I could feel my cock pulsing. The pleasure exploded and raced through my veins. Every inch of my body was filled with mind-numbing joy.

"That's it. Pump me full of your seed. Cum deep in me," she continued to scream. I wondered if the village below could hear the echo of our voices. It was a fleeting thought as my mind focused on the intense orgasm traveling all over me. My cock pulsated as strings of cum shot into her. My entire body tensed. Every muscle froze as the energy raced through them. Her body bounced up and down on me. She looked back down, grinding her hips against me. Pressing me deeper into the damp grass. Her eyes stared into mine. She grunted deeply as her hips pushed. Her muscles milked every drop out of my shaft. I saw the sunlight reflected in her eyes like tiny sparks of flame. Oddly, her face was dark in the shadows as she bent close over me. Only her wing tips caught the sunlight.

Our passion slowed. Our bodies were still linked as the spasms lessened. I looked into those beautiful green eyes. I could stare at them forever. She slowly lowered herself onto me. Her head rested on my chest as our orgasms subsided. Her wings folded tight against her body. I wrapped my arms around her. Holding her tight to me. Careful not to squeeze her delicate wings. I could feel her heartbeat as she lay on my chest. Her lungs gasped like mine, catching the breath that eluded us during our ecstatic moment. We settled. I felt the chill as a cool breeze blew over us. Instinctively, I held her tight to me to warm her. She moaned. Subconsciously, my hand stroked her wing gently.

"You know how to please your mistress," she mumbled into my chest. "I feel so good in your arms. Protected."

"You are safe in my arms. I wouldn't let anything hurt you, my love." Oh, fuck there I go again with the love shit. Where does she send my head?

"Would you protect me, darling?"

"I would protect you from all dangers, my beauty." Good, switch it up. Maybe she didn't catch it.

"If you only knew the dangers I may face. You may not be so quick to align yourself." Her British accent teased at my ears.

"Your enemy is my enemy. I would walk into hell to save you if need be." She shot up, sitting on top of me. Her face gazed down. My half-hard cock was still inside her.

"Would you? Would you face a demon from hell to protect me?" Her eyes examined me. Her mouth smiled.

I smiled at her, "For you, my beauty, I would challenge the devil himself to a duel."

Her gaze never left me. Her mind contemplated my words. "The devil HIM-self, Huh?" she enunciated 'him.'

"Yes, my mistress."

"That would assume the devil is male." She stared at me. "What if he was not?"

"From all I've heard and been taught, I just believed he would be male. A fallen angel. It is interesting to think the devil is female. If he were a she, I would seduce her and make her serve you."

"If he were a she?" She smiled as she looked at me, "I bet you would try to seduce her. Maybe even succeed, you cocky bastard."

"The devil being female is an interesting thought that would explain some things," I wondered aloud.

"The devil being female, yes, it is an interesting thought," the last two words were drawn out. The last "t" in 'thought' punctuated the word. "You should not make such promises, though. We should not talk about such things lightly. I am not in danger from any creature from hell. Other beasts from other planes would want to harm me." I loved the way she talked. I always felt like I was in a movie when she spoke. Like the words were written for her. Her accent made them flow melodically from her mouth.

"Any creature that would bring you harm would have to go through me."

"Oh, my brave knight. My strong warrior. My devout lover. You would slay them with your mighty staff?" She glanced down. She jostled her hips. My softening cock slid out of her. Her breasts swayed back and forth. Her wings flapped slightly.

"You keep talking and shaking like that. My staff will be mighty again soon," I smiled.

"Oh, but if only we had time to make that happen. I must go, my love. I have spent so much time with you this past week that other duties have been neglected. I am so glad I found you in the Barrens. You have truly rejuvenated me. I will revisit you in person very soon. Goodbye, my devout servant."

"I look forward to being with you again. These meetings are great, but I want to feel you truly."

"You will, my love. For now, I must go." She leaned in and kissed me deeply. My eyes closed tight. My arms held her. Our tongues danced. She pulled her mouth off mine. I desperately tried to keep our lips locked. "You need to find a woman to occupy your mind. To serve you physically. Take her. Make her yours. Just think of me. I will assist you. She can be YOUR play toy while I'm gone. She will be OUR play toy when I join you again." She leaned back down and kissed me again. My mouth accepted her tongue. My lips felt happiness at the touch of hers.

My eyes were closed. Her lips pulled away from me, and her tongue vacated my mouth. I felt her pull out of my grasp. My mind begged her not to go. My mouth was silent. I heard her wings flap. I felt her rise off me. The feel of the wet grass faded, but the cool breeze remained. The sun still lit my eyelids. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes.

I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. The fan whirled. My body was covered in sweat. A chill crossed over me. The sunlight was peeking through the curtains. It struck me right in my eyes. I looked down at my half-hard cock lying on my stomach and leg.

"Fuck," I said to myself. All night, I dreamt of Z. The mountaintop romp was the third time we had consummated our union in my dreams that night. My mistress came to visit me or I summoned her every night since our Halloween meeting.

My little winged delight taught me about the mental link that we shared. She could come and visit me whenever she wanted. If I thought of her and started touching myself, she would come to help me. Even though she was not there, I could feel her stroking me. I would hear her talking to me. Hell, one time, I swear I could feel her mouth on me. Everything was heightened and exciting. I hadn't dreamt about sex like that since I was a teenager. The orgasms were so intense I expected to awaken to dirty sheets, but she told me she collected my seed. In all the dreams, she would lay with me. We would talk after sex--crazy pillow talk. It always ended with me begging her to return.

We would be in exotic locations. The mountaintop romp started with me running into her in a small European village pub. I had no clue where I was. No one was speaking English. I was sitting at a pub talking with a guy who wasn't speaking English. I understood him, and he understood me. The jukebox started. I turned to see her dancing to the music. She was grinding against some young man. She didn't have her wings. She was dressed very sexy in a tight black knee-length dress. She saw me. She beckoned me onto the floor.

She took us into the backroom. She sucked him as I fucked her. His eyes rolled back as he came in her mouth. She smiled and told him to sit and watch. I finished fucking her. When I finished inside her, she had him lie on the floor. She rode him while I drank a beer watching. I watched her as she teased him as she had done to me on Halloween night. He promised to be hers as he came inside her. I felt the delight race through me as they orgasmed in unison. Then she crawled off his cock. She sat on his chest as he licked at her cum filled cunt. She had me stand over them as she sucked my cock. She ground her pussy against his face as she came again from his oral pleasure. When I came, she pulled off. My cum spilled over her chest and stomach down onto his face. I stepped away. She slid down along his body, lowering herself. He sucked my cum off of her tits. She stood and walked with me to the door. He was left lying on his back, covered in her juices and my cum. She told him to stay as the door shut. She whistled at a table and jerked her head at the door. Half a dozen men and women of various ages walked toward the door. She nodded at the bartender as we walked out into the night. Only when we were outside did I realize we were dressed.

"What was that?"

"He belongs to me now," She replied. "I am allowing others to have him while I am with you."

"So he is like me?"

She stopped and looked at me. Her eyes had a grin on them. "Sort of. He gave his devotion to me. He wanted to be mine. You agreed to be my devout lover. I give people what they want. He wants to be used. He will get that from me and anyone who serves me."

"And what do I want?"

She smiled. Her hand reached down. She stroked my cock through my pants I felt it harden. "You want to have sex. On Halloween, you wanted me specifically. In general, you want to have sex with women. You are not into men, from what I sense?" She tilted her head slightly, her eyes asking the question. I shook my head. "I figured that. You have other uses."

"Oh, do I? And what would they be?"

"You will learn about them as time goes on. Know you are special to me. You have renewed my spirit. You are above such petty uses. I have great plans for you. He is a simple plaything for when I am bored. A treat for others who serve me. A naïve eighteen-year-old that will be used for a variety of things. His life will have meaning to him. He will serve well."

"Wait." I paused. I turned back to the door of the pub. "Are those real people? Is this real? Am I really here?"

"This is a real place. This is a real village in Eastern Europe. They are all real. Those are followers of mine. They each serve a purpose. You are between real and dreamland. You are in a different plane of existence. You exist here but only partially. They can see you, sense you, and interact with you. But you are physically in your bed at home. If you were to video yourself in your bed, you would be tossing and turning about."

"So, what is my purpose?"

"To give me pleasure, of course. In turn, I give you pleasure."

"That's all?"

"For now, yes, my love. You will serve me in other ways when I need you, too. You are valuable to me simply for this now." She dragged me along the street away from the pub. "Come, the night is moving along without us. Let us enjoy our time together."

I followed behind her. She picked up the pace slightly. We trounced around the little village. I tried at her request to pick up a girl around eighteen in a restaurant. I couldn't speak the language. I crashed and burned. I think the girl thought I was mentally unstable. I walked away as she was calling the cook from the kitchen.

My redheaded delight laughed as I returned to her. "We will get you more familiar with your words. I just wanted to see if you could do it without being able to speak the language."

"I couldn't figure out how to get my point across."

"It is ok, my love. I know you will succeed when I need you to." She consoled me with a blow job as I leaned against a statue in the middle of town. I stared at the carved face on the angel statue as she sucked on my cock. I admired the delicate features sculpted into the stone. The wild redhead burst up between me and the statue's face. She turned and put her hands on the angel's breasts. "Fuck me from behind," she said rather loudly. She bent slightly, her bare bottom sticking out from her hiked-up dress. I pushed into her as I glared into the stone eyes of the angel facing me. I looked around me. The statue was a part of a fountain that was some religious presentation. My mind contemplated the sacrilege as we fucked against the holy icons. I felt her pussy clench down on my hard shaft. I began to focus to keep from cumming as long as I could. I started a staring contest with the stone figure as I continued to pump my cock in and out of my lover's tight wet pussy. I lost when my head flew back as I came inside my mistress. I let out a yowl that echoed around. I felt her body shake as the orgasm rocked her body. When she finished, she pulled off of me quickly. Her dress dropped down along her legs. She pulled me by my hand as I fixed my pants.

We walked across the square to a little shop to order ice cream. I could understand the people, although they did not speak English. The patrons sitting outside discussed a strange howl they had just heard but could not tell where it came from. We smiled at each other knowingly.

We wandered around a lakeside area of town. After a while, she ripped off her clothes. She stood naked in front of me. I marveled at her beauty. She closed her eyes. Her elegant white wings opened behind her. She grabbed ahold of me. We flew to the mountaintop. We landed. She proceeded to tear my clothes off and ravage me. My body shivered with bliss just thinking about it. My soft cock twitched as the images flew through my head.

I laid back and recalled what details I could of last night's dream. The feelings were intense. The memories were lucid. I remembered the exhilaration of flying. Seeing a rabbit scamper off as we landed. Even now, I could still smell the grass I was lying on. Many times, this would get me hard again. I would masturbate thinking of her. I hadn't played with myself so much since I was a teenager.

I would think about our conversations. So far, I had only learned that she was a mistress to a few dozen people worldwide. I tried to locate the places on maps but failed. She told me I would learn more and more each time. She told me not to worry. All was going well, she said. She would visit with me again soon. I ached to be with her, to touch her for real, to once more physically hold Z in my arms.

I decided to follow her advice. I would find a woman to take my mind off her. Occupy my mind till she returned. Get another girl into my mind by getting my cock into her. I called a couple of my regular girls, but everyone was busy. Just when I needed help, no one was available. Time to go on the prowl.

That night at the bar, I flirted with every girl. A brunette named Heather hung around for a while. She wasn't dating anyone I knew. This made her fair game in my book. As the night went on, my flirting focused on her. She was returning the banter. Heather was in her mid-thirties. She was older than my regular dates, but she was still sexy. Heather taught at the local elementary school. Her hair was short, and she had hazel eyes and a lovely, rounded face. She had an athletic body. She was always quiet and soft-spoken. She generally left by nine o'clock. It was well past ten. She was on her fourth Cosmo. Things were looking up for the home team. I suggested she put some songs on the jukebox. It's an excuse to check her out. Also, to encourage her to stay.

She stepped up and walked over to make her choices. My eyes scanned my prey. Her blouse was loose. I couldn't get a clear picture of her breasts. The tight blue jeans defined her bottom nicely. Oh yes, she will do just fine.

I looked around the bar. Three guys and an older married couple. Another hour, the place would be empty. My mind started working on how to close the deal. "She's Like the Wind" emanated from the music machine. Heather swayed to the music as she returned to her seat. Dancing would be the key. Dirty dancing, to be specific. Ever since that movie, it has been a sure thing.

I took care of the bar, joked with the others, smiled, and winked at Heather. The song "Hungry Eyes" played. I mouthed some of the words while looking at her.

"Hey, do you wanna dance?" I said.

She looked at me surprised, "Ah, sure."

I stepped around the bar, took her hand, and escorted her onto the floor. I held her as we danced, my six-foot frame next to her five-foot-three stature. We were close, so she knew I was interested but not intimate. There was no grinding, just close swaying, my body against hers. I looked down into her eyes as we danced. She smiled back and looked at me. When the song ended, I escorted her back to her seat.

"Gotta get back to work, but let me freshen up some drinks, make sure everyone is good, and we'll dance to another song if you want."

"That would be great."

The guys closed out their tab. The older couple was dancing. I walked back to Heather. I escorted her back to the dance floor. Again, close dancing was not overly suggestive; it was just enough to let her know I was interested. The song ended. The older couple made their way back to the bar. I lingered momentarily, with Heather still swaying to the now quiet dancefloor. The next song keyed up. I was Guns and Roses, Paradise City.

"Not exactly a dancing tune," I smiled. "Things were just getting comfortable."

"Yeah, I just picked songs I liked. Didn't think about dancing with anyone." She smiled and rolled her eyes. I still held her against me.

"I would tell ya to play some more slow songs, but it's getting late anyway. You probably have to get going since ya have to deal with the youngin's in the morning."

"Ummm. Yeah. Normally, but tomorrow is election day."

"So?"

"The school is a polling place. No students. No classes. Don't have to be in till later. Only half a day."

"Ah. That explains the unusual behavior."

"Unusual behavior? You monitoring me?"

"I monitor all my customers. Pay attention to changes in routines. This could indicate something is going on. I always wanna make sure everything is ok."

"Oh, I didn't realize you were so concerned about our well-being."

"Some more than others. I especially pay attention to cute young ladies." I smiled.

She blushed. "Well, thank you. I don't know about the young part, but I appreciate the cute part. I believe I am a lot older than you?"

"Only a few years, I think, 29? Right?"

"Close. Good answer."

"If you like, I'll set some more songs up, and you can pick more."

"Sure, I'll be much more focused on what I want." I returned to the bar and clicked the free credit button half a dozen times. I walked over to the couple. They were ready to leave. I closed out their check and straightened up the bar. I took stock and walked into the back to get the needs.

It came out about five minutes later, "Every Breath You Take" was playing. I put the boxes aside. I walked to Heather. "Care to dance?"