The Unexpected Guest
by S. Gonzalez
Walking in the Jupiter Nature Preserve was a trek into a 4,076 acre dense forest of large oak trees, cracking cement trails and actual feral wildlife.
Just got off work, earlier than normal, aching legs; all thanks to his stranded car. The canopy above only slightly offering illumination from the stars above him. It wasn't the darkness that filled him with dread, it was the howls coming from deep inside the groves of trees. The only way south from Glory City, towards the docks and warehouse , where he worked, was this vast preserve.
Long ago the city dubbed this area free of major roads running through it but allowed a couple of winding roads, to offer a scenic route for visitors and workers to the large river it straddled. Each gust of wind produced a low and haunting howl that rose the hairs on his neck. Of course the car had to crap out on him! His tires were blown out by all the shitty lack of roads. His estimate was at least four hours worth of walking because he dared not tread off the road and give into chance in the forest. Just as his hopes started to dwindle, a roar came from behind; the shiny red corvette raced quickly past him. He waved his hands in the air only too late as the only hope for a ride zoomed out of sight. That was the straw that broke his patience and he cursed himself for being too slow to respond. Just then a set of bright lights came back around the corners, his eyes slightly blinded.
The car squealed to a halt next to him the driver, window rolling down to a soft yet firm voice. "You seem to be lost cutie, would you like a lift?" her voice was velvet to his ears and as he walked up, her eyes captured his. She seemed older than him, yet behind the slight lines around her eyes she was utterly beautiful! Her brown hair framed her neck and pearl necklace, she seemed dressed for an elegant dinner party. "If it's not out of your way miss, I would appreciated a ride to the entrance." His voice was a little shaky, the arousal in his pants rising at the sight of the V of her dress. Her breasts bulging from the straps, made his thoughts turn to gravy. He straighten up as she eyed him from the car, a smile evolving on her lips and a light twinkle in her eyes. "Sure climb in, I'd love to give you a ride!', he dusted his dirty dark blue coveralls and straighten back his dirty blond hair. Inside the car he saw the rest of the dress, it hid nothing , the skin bronzed with white tan lines. Her smile grew as she revved up the car and glanced him checking her out. "Thanks again for the ride miss.." She finished his sentence,"... you can call me Donna, but you may know my last name because of this big forest."
He was amazed and shocked that he was in the same car as the founder of the Jupiter Nature Preserve. Their family owned and added on to this place with every generation finally stopping a few years ago after a deal was struck with the city to keep it at it's current size. "Donna Jupiter? I'm very pleased to be saved by you ma'am!" She patted his knee and moved her free hand up is thigh, coming to rest just a little from his groin." I'm not that old for ma'am, you're only about 30 yourself aren't you Samuel?" He was taken aback that she knew his name, "How did you know my name?", his confused look bringing a foxy smile. She gave a small giggle and slowly stroked his thigh some more. "It's on your name tag you silly man." He went scarlet with embarrassment, "Sorry, of course, I completely didn't think of that, too be honest i couldn't take my eyes of your dress!" He quickly blurted that out and now shut his mouth in hopes that she didn't take offense and kick him to the dark curb. "Thank you, just getting back from a gathering in the city. You got lucky, I unusually don't pick up hitchhikers." Her hand reached up further and squeezed his crotch. "When I passed you, the broad shoulders and your handsome face, I had to stop and get you in my car!' The coveralls started getting stiff as she rubbed his hard-on through the rough cloth. Her driving never faltered as the corners quickly glided by, and lights could be seen as she drove off on to a road leading deeper into the forest. He looked around at the tall trees and knew that they were not heading to the entrance and with his dick being stroked honestly didn't care. "So Samuel, would you like to join me at my home? Maybe have a stiff drink and maybe a little more?" he nodded quickly and her hand squeezed one last time and the car reached a large clearing with a plantation home looming before them.
She was the perfect host, giving him a small tour of the large estate's entrance and various rooms. As they walked he walked next to her glancing from the side at her hourglass figure and the tight dress hugging every curve. With each step her breasts heaved and bounced, and his mouth watered at the image of his lips around her erect nipples. She caught his looking and stopped to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Tall as he was, they met at eye level and she moved to kiss him. Their lips met in a long embrace, her bosom pressed against him and the smell of lavender filling his senses. After their tongues lapped over each other, she lead him to a den further to the back of the house overlooking a hedge garden behind twin double doors. The den was just as specious as his entire one bedroom apartment. The fireplace was crackling and tossing it's ember light across the red oak furniture that arrayed the room. A dark leather chaise lounge in front of the fire looked inviting and so did the bar located along the wall. He looked around as she went to fix them both something to drink. The picture frames held artwork of wolves and senses of such gory violence that he was taken aback. "Interesting art you have here. What exactly am I looking at?" She handed him the rocks glass with scotch and a few cubes of ice. "It's an old folktale, about wolves that took human form and attacked villages that this very forest once held." He nodded at the macabre tale, seeing the villagers frightened faces as wolves turned half human chased after their prey on two legs. Before he uttered another word she was behind him, grabbing his crotch and showing him her eagerness.
"Enough about history Samuel, I want this right now and in my mouth." He turned and she started to strip off his coveralls, standing he allowed her undressing him. She looked up to meet her eyes as his hard-on struggled to be free of his underwear. Slowly she rubbed him through the thin fabric,c cooing her pleasure at his large cock. He closed his eyes and groaned as her mouth clamped on and hummed against his shaft. She freed his dick and cradled it between her lips. With trembling hands he reached down and undid her dress at the neck, watching the ample bosom sway past the falling fabric. The nipples were hard and he teased them between his fingertips. She moaned with his tool already slick with her saliva, going up and down as he trust deeper into her mouth. Naked now, she rose and led him to the chaise couch in front of the arm inviting fire. "Yes, oh yes, right there lover! Bury yourself in me!" She spread across the lounge, her ankles draped over his shoulders he buried his face into her muff. Smelling the sweet salty smell of her, honey it seemed on his tongue. Her moans rose and fell as his tongue flicked across her clit and fingers working to tease her g-spot. Her dark, gray and jade eyes peered through slits, her eyes focused on pleasure. She pressed her pussy against his lips, grabbing his dark and dirty blond hair to guiding towards her ecstasy. He felt her tug his hair to mention that he lie on his back. He felt the sweat on the leather as he laid down on the chaise watching her climb on top of his glistening cock. The fireplace casting their shadows across the room, she rode him hard and clawed at his chest. Pain and pleasure was what he felt, the nails providing a grounding feeling against the build of his arousal. He strained to match her ferocity, her hips grinding harder and harder on his aching tool. Before the tingling foreshadowing his release, he pushed her off on to all fours and thrust deeply into her inviting cunt. She moaned harder now, bouncing her buttocks against his groin as he plowed rhythmically with the sounds of her wet pussy. "Harder Samuel, fuck me harder, I wanna come on your dick and I want to cum now!" Her demands were barely heard from his exhaustion, yet he pushed it down and continued with her requests. With every moan and beads of sweat he pumped her, slapping her ass for encouragement she reached behind and grabbed his pale ass. He grabbed a handful of her hair and she curved her back allowing more of his red and swollen member fucking furiously.. "I'm about to cum Donna, I can feel it!" he gasped and in turn she with drew and turned him on his back once more. Backward cowboy style, he watched as her ass slammed against him and grind her way towards an intense orgasm that shook him into one of his own. Her juices drenched his thighs and he exploded deep into the velvet walls of her inviting folds. She collapsed next to him, both breathing heavily from their intense sex-play.
Donna got up, reaching into a closet and took out a towel to dry herself and then tossed it to Samuel still panting on the couch. He just laid there, completely confused and satisfied by this lucky turn of events. Did he have a story to tell the boys on the docks tomorrow! He toweled off his chest and dick, watching her as she watched his every move. "That was exactly what I needed, you were more than magnificent!" She smiled widely now, her eyes shinning with need and something more. He smiled back nervously and got up on aching and shaky legs. "Thanks and you too, Donna that was awesome any chance I could spend the night?" he meant that in jest and gave a sheepish laugh which she merely nodded to. He watched as she went to the south end of the room and opened wide the double doors to the patio outside. Across the entrance way was the dark green hedge maze, barely lit from the house alone. Over the maze the stars shined into it's corridors offering only little into it's depths. "What's going on here? I thought we were gonna get some sleep or something." He was no longer horny, in fact a tremor of fear crept up his spine, something didn't feel right. Donna didn't even see him as she dimmed the lights and stood before the doorway leading to the house. "Samuel, for the services and I must say wonderful fucking, I'm going to give you a good head start." he now stood naked as when he entered the world, his clothes nowhere to be found. How could this be happening he thought, his lucky pickup suddenly deathly sinister. The artwork now mocked his ignorance, too late he believed their tales. The wide look of terror in the painted villagers eyes and the wolf creatures ripping across their necks in powerful jaws. That's when he saw her change and shimmer, her body seeming to wrap and stretch unnaturally. "Trust me Samuel, you may want to start running.." Her voice lost it's velvet and turned into a fierce growl, the eyes never changing as her body did. Taller she seemed now, hair cascading down and becoming fur over her shapely body, and her legs arching over her long claws for feet. Her face, from angelic beauty to wet snout and sharp teeth, now more wolf than gorgeous woman. He stumbled towards the doors, chased by visions of his own demise. A long deep howl loomed behind him, his heart thumping hard in his chest, he ran.
Naked and now drenched in fear, he heaved into the maze, every corner beckoning the monster behind him. The night was cool and his feet seemed to fly as his mad dash towards life carried him further into the death trap the maze now felt like. He didn't dare look behind him now, reality no more stable and insanity close in mind. All around him the forest beckoned above the hedges, his thoughts a jumble of outcomes. Please don't kill me he thought, the images of the villagers in the paintings assaulting his mind. The limbs being torn off and the wolves clawing the skin from bones. That was going to happen to him, his tears dropping off his snot running face. He was no longer man, it felt like being a rabbit against a pack of dogs, the fear almost sour on his tongue were once was passion. The howl came closer than before, she was gaining on him, true to her word it seemed his head start long gone. Faster he pushed himself and just as the next corner seemed to lead nowhere the entrance beckoned in front of him. He felt a true joy, could almost taste his freedom and a chance to escape this nightmare. Against better judgment he listened and heard nothing, slowing he looked behind and saw nothing. He stopped to catch his breathe for only a second, huddled against the hedge and listening. The maze and woods offered nothing but the music of gusts traveling around. Maybe she gave up he thought and began towards the exit again, renewed that he escaped. Suddenly the hot sticky breath behind him stopped his flight, the claws grasped his shoulders securely and turned him to face her. Into the jade eyes he stared and the teeth grinned at his fearful face now long and awaiting a scream that never came. Wasting no time she sunk her teeth into his shoulder as he struggled to be free. The forest echoed with his terrifies and anguished screams. The assault was quick and precise; the wolf powerfully backhanded Samuel towards the gates. On his back, he rose his hands to block the assault of claw and tooth, the blood splattering over the grass and her gaping flesh filled maw. She played with him as he crawled towards the exit, only seeing graves in the hundreds, and a fresh one waiting for him.
Donna Jupiter came back in through the double patio doors, covered chin to ankle in deep crimson blood. An older gentleman dressed in a butler's uniform handed her a towel and silk pink robe. "Another unexpected guest Ms.Jupiter? Is there any cleaning I may do for you?" he spoke softly and surely, as if this was just another aspect of his employment. "Of course Boris, you know how I like the chase after the enjoyment! It's a bit messy but near the exit towards the cemetery out back.Poor man never had a chance, should have mentioned that." She laughed and slipped on the robe with the help of Boris. He watched her leave and licking her nails on the way to the bathroom. He always kept garbage bags next to the maze in case his mistress ever had a visitor over for dinner and a show.
