Wax Museum: An Erotic Short Story (2 page)

He
kissed her hard, not waiting for permission. The warmth of his tongue slid into
her mouth. He shoved his body against hers, letting her feel every hard inch,
or at least the inches demanding the most attention at the moment.

An insistent
hand pushed down on her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. He took his cock in
hand, guiding it to her mouth. Sandra wasn’t sure why she obeyed, but she did.
She took him in her mouth, swallowing the tip between her lips. He grabbed the
back of her head, choking her with his cock as he fucked her mouth. She found
it hard to breathe and pushed at his hips, ripping her mouth away. He made a
low growling noise, as if possessed.

“Then
turn,” he ordered.

Before
she realized what he planned on doing, he had her leaning against the cut tree
trunk with his flannel shirt padding her breasts. He came behind her, drawing
his cock to her pussy. There was little coaxing before he shoved it inside.
The
thick cock stretched her, prying her body open in one rough, hard jerk.

“Oh,
that’s a wet, sweet cunt,” he said. “Take all of it.”

Sandra
answered with a light cry.
She had thought he’d given her the
entire length of his cock. Her pussy was so full of him. But he pushed deeper,
barely giving her time to adjust before truly
giving her the full, thick shaft. His balls hit the back of
her ass and he stopped.

“Good,
good,” he soothed. He stroked her hair and back as if she were a wild beast
he’d just tamed. “There you go. That’s it.” The lumberjack pulled out only to thrust
forward. He hit her deep. “That’s a good lover.”

The
lumberjack pulled back and thrust forward several times, getting faster with
each pass until his thick cock hammered into her. She had never felt so
controlled, and yet the power of him excited her. He was a man who took what he
wanted, unapologetic and confident. Men were not built like this in her
experience—at least not in a good way.

Primal
grunts punctuated each plunge of his cock into her pussy. Her breasts slid
against the rough texture of the wood, but the flannel kept it from hurting. He
dug his fingers into her flesh as he pumped in and out.

“I have
longed for this release,” he said, more to himself than to her. She barely
heard him. The feel of his cock felt so good. It had been so long, too long.
Her vibrators couldn’t compare to the feel of real flesh. The moment she began
to orgasm, he too came, as if he’d timed their release. Her pussy trembled and
clenched, becoming slick with his cum.

He
patted her hip, pulling out of her. She collapsed fully against the tree stump,
too stunned to protest, too sated to move.

“What
just happened?” she whispered, feeling numb pleasure all the way to her toes.
She hadn’t even
thought
such an orgasm was possible.

“I took
my prize,” the man stated. “And I will take it again.”

“Again?”
she asked weakly.

“Yes.
Again.” As he said the words, he moved. She gasped as he lifted her easily off
the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. Their clothes were left behind as
he made his way up the path, away from the barrier leading to the front of the
display. The flat of his hand pressed against her ass, holding her to his
shoulder. She pushed on his back, but he didn’t break his stride.

“Where
are we going?” she asked, somewhat thrilled by the prospect of being carted
away like a captured prize.

“To my
home. I have something I must give you.”

Sandra
grinned. She could just imagine what that something was. Already her body was
moist and ready to go again. That in and of itself was amazing. As if detecting
her desire, his free hand lifted to touch her from behind. A thick finger slid
into her pussy, wetting itself before moving to play with her clit. He circled
the tight bud, strumming it with callused fingers. She jolted in pleasure, even
as she was draped over his shoulder. Her nipples brushed his back. Her clit was
still sensitive from her orgasm and it didn’t take much to stimulate a tremor
from her pussy.

She
clung to him, holding on tightly as he walked beneath her. His hand didn’t
stop, but neither did his feet. A finger slid back to the tight rosette of her
ass. Without stopping to ask if she liked such a thing—and in truth she’d never
been touched there so she wasn’t sure what her answer would be—he thrust a
finger inside the tight hole. Rimming it, he wiggled his way deeper. It was too
much. Sandra came again, crying out into the passing trees.

“A nice
treat,” he said when she finished. “Your sounds of pleasure have made me hard
again.”

The
shadow of a cabin came into view. The heavy press of his shoulder into her stomach
started to ache. She’d not noticed it before that moment. He opened the door
and brought her inside before letting her go. He set her on her feet. The
inside of his home was one large room. A bed was tucked against a wall next to
a closed trunk. Thickly woven blankets covered the mattress. The nearby
fireplace was barren.

“How
long have you lived here?” she asked.

“Centuries,
days.” He shrugged. “Time does not have the same meaning.”

Aroused
for a century? That seemed inhumane. No wonder the man seemed ready to burst
from his pants the first time she touched him.

Her
eyes moved from the small kitchen area to his naked body. His cock was full,
towering from his hips. He brandished it confidently, swaying back and forth so
it danced for her. He grinned, placing his hands on his hips.

“Get on
the bed, prize. I would have you on your hands and knees again. It lets me go
deepest.” He stood aside, clearing the pathway to the bed. Every expression
said he didn’t expect her to disagree.

She
opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His cock was tempting and he’d
already made her feel so good with it. Her nipples ached to be touched so she
lifted her hands to feel the heavy globes. He groaned in approval.

Slowly,
she made her way to the bed, still holding her chest. Crawling on her hands and
knees, she trembled with anticipation. The bed shifted behind her.

His
body came against her ass and thighs. “Allow me to try.” He reached around her
and grabbed her breasts. His hands were warm, strong. The callus rubbed the
delicate flesh. It felt sinfully good. He massaged her breasts, played with the
nipples. His cock teased her pussy as he rubbed it between her thighs, brushing
along the wet folds of her cunt.

“Get me
wet,” he ordered. “I need to be wet.”

She obligingly
rocked along his cock. The stimulation felt good and she was content to stroke
against him for the moment without penetration. When he began to slide in her
body’s cream, he readjusted his position and thrust into her pussy. She gasped,
thinking he meant to fuck her there. Instead, he pulled out and drew his cock
to her ass.

He used
her body’s lubricant to pry open the tight hole. She’d never been fucked there.
The tip of his cock slid in and he began to work his hips back and forth. As if
sensing her nervousness, he was gentler on her ass than he’d been on her pussy,
giving her time to open up and adjust to his size.

“Oh
lover, you feel so good, so wet, so tight. I knew you’d be a good fuck when I
beckoned you in to join me.” He finally slid all the way in and let out a
victorious cry. The pressure of him there was unlike anything she’d ever
experienced. Discomfort quickly turned to pure pleasure as he began to move.
Soon she was rocking back and forth on the bed, meeting his thrusts. His hands stayed
on her breasts, holding them, using them to control her movements.

“Take
it, take it, ah, fuck, take it all,” he moaned, more to himself than to her.

His
movements became frantic. His balls slapped against her pussy. His cock shoved
into her ass. His fingers tightened on her breasts.

The
excitement of the intimate act combined with the pressure inside her ass.
Sandra came, trembling violently. She cried out, completely dominated. Her
lumberjack kept pumping into her, even as she trembled. Then, suddenly, he
jerked. He came so hard cum leaked out of her ass before he even withdrew his
cock. His hands fell from her breasts to the bed to support his weight.

For a
long moment, he simply gasped for breath. The heated beats of it hit against
her hip and back. Finally, he slapped the side of her ass lightly and pushed
up.

“My
time runs out,” he said. “I have to send you back.”

“Back?”
she gasped, not sure she wanted to go.

“I
appreciate your eagerness, lover, but that is not how this bargain works. The
museum is but a peek into possible worlds. It is no place for a woman like you
to live.” He got up from the bed and grabbed a candle from the mantle. As he
touched it, the wick lit with a burst. He carried it to her. “Remember me,
lover, and the pleasure I gave you.”

She
opened her mouth to speak, but he tipped the candle and dripped wax on her
breast. She arched at the sensual feel of fire melting against her sensitive
flesh and closed her eyes.

“Sandy?
Where are you? You’ll never believe what happened.”

Sandra
opened her eyes, blinking hard at the insistent sound of Max’s voice.

“What
are you doing?” Max demanded.

Sandra
blinked in a daze. She looked at her hand. It was extended to where the
lumberjack figure had been standing. She drew it back quickly. He was no longer
there. Instead, he was on his knees on the ground. His clothing lay in a heap
behind him.

“Is
that…?” Max looked slack-jawed at the display.

Sandra
followed his eyes to the woman before the lumberjack. There, in all her naked
glory, was a perfect replica of her body made out of wax.

“You
little who—” Max began.

“Don’t
say it!” she warned. What was going on? Was this real? Could it be happening?
The aftermath of sex and the sore pull of her newly stretched ass and pussy
answered her questions. She even smelled like the lumberjack.

“You
are one lucky bitch,” Max swore. “I guess I don’t have to tell you want
happened, but let’s just say in my little wax play I was car number five on a
long naked train.”

“How…?”

“Ah, I
see I was right,” the artist said behind them, startling them with his sharp
voice. He rubbed his hands on his gray smock, though they both looked clean.
“You have made a perfect addition to this piece. Jack is not easy to please.
He’s passed up seducing many onlookers over the years. He said he was waiting
for his fantasy. I see you are it. I knew you were special the moment you
walked in.”

“Hey,
what about me?” Max protested playfully. “I’m not special?”

“Yes.
You were in Sebastian’s display. He will seduce anything that comes within ten
feet of him. I will have to speak to him. He has almost seduced his way out of
display space. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll have to put him in storage.”

Sandra
laughed, unable to help herself, and knowing Max would hardly care what one man
thought of him or his choice.

“You,
on the other hand,” the man said. “You have made Jack a very happy man. He will
spend eternity locked in the moments you gave him. A pleasurable way to be
rewarded for such deeds as his.”

“Deeds?”
Sandra repeated, staring at Jack’s strong body. She wanted him again, but when
she reached forward, all she felt was wax.

The
artist didn’t answer.

“Hey,
where’d he go?” Max asked.

Sandra
looked around. They were alone. “Maybe we should go. It’s getting late and I honestly
don’t know what to make of what happened.”

“Make
what you will of it.” Max hooked her arm and dragged her with him toward the
door. “All I know is tonight we’re sitting down with three bottles of wine and
you’re going to dish every last detail.”

“I am?”

“Yes,
and don’t worry.” Max grinned. “We’ll be coming back here tomorrow.”

The End