Marked by the Wolf

Poppy blinked slowly, her heart raced with the heady combination of sexual excitement, alcohol and drugs. John had just climaxed on her face, jacket and in her mouth.

She kneels in front of his spent member, his thick seed dripping onto her round pieced breasts. She licks her lips savouring the salty tang, the bathroom now fragrant with the intoxicating smell of sex. Her pussy tingled, she hadn't had her fill of this stray.

"So what's next?" She purred at him, looking up through hooded eyes.

John grabbed a wad of toilet roll, cleaning the remnants of spunk from the end of his still hard cock. He looked down at her, a picture of sexuality. His seed splashed across her face and tits, her glossy outfit still gleaming in the light of the bathroom while it erotically creaked with each movement. An expression of pure pleasure across her face. What depths of depravity could they sink to?

"Tell me" He spoke softly with an air of new found confidence.

"What would I find sweeter, that tight little cunt or your beautiful round arse?" As he spoke his cock already started to glisten with precum.

"Decisions, decisions" Poppy cooed as she pulled the high collar of her PVC puffer jacket up around her face. The thought of him exploring either of her holes was driving her wild.

"Why don't you start with my arse? I know you couldn't resist staring at it while I walked away in these skin tight latex leggings." She teased her fingers caressing her slick thighs.

She was right, John had a weakness for shiny clothing and leggings in particular. He offered out a hand which she graciously accepted as she returned to her feet.

With one swift motion she grabbed the black zipper on her leggings as she pulled it down, past her pussy and up to her rear waistband. Both holes now fully accessible she turned placing both hands against the wall as pushed her plump ass out, ready for the taking.

"Mmm, claim my arse Mr. Wolf." She begged the side of her face now resting against the wall.

He didn't need to be asked twice, standing behind her his hands gripped her waist as they slowly moved down to her arse cheeks. Still encased in the cool latex he gave them a firm squeeze. They felt better than he could of ever imagined, the slick latex perfectly moulded around her round firm cheeks. He removed one hand and raised it above his shoulder, with one swift movement he brought it down across her ass, the latex making a satisfying twang as he spanked her bubble butt. Poppy groaned in appreciation as she looked over her shoulder at him.

John found the situation intoxicating. He was absolutely lost in the moment as he sunk to his knees. He'd never eaten ass before, there was no way his ex-wife would ever consider it. But this seemed like the perfect opportunity to tick this off his bucket list.

He grabbed both her cheeks as gentle pried them apart, his face moving closer as his nostrils filled with the pleasing aroma of hot sweat and latex. He gently kissed her clean ring before cautiously darting his tongue into her sphincter. She let out a low moan providing him with encouragement. After a few slow licks around her hole he dived straight in and buried his face between her round butt cheeks, his tongue exploring deep inside her.

"Oh fuck yeah, eat my dirty arse!" She cried as she reached back grabbing his head pushing him deeper between her cheeks.

Poppy shifted her weight to support herself further against the wall as one hand moved to her twitching pussy. She vigorously started to rub her clit, her whole body drowning in pleasure. Poppy moaned as with each anal intrusion, her cunt dripping wet, it audibly sloshing with her frantic rubbing.

"I'm gonna..." she whispered between frantic breaths "I'm gonna cum!"

Seconds later her body spasmed, John removed his face from between her cheeks his hands now wrapped around her waist as she continued to rub her clit. The sloshing sound increased as she moaned deeply. Fluid started to squirt from her pussy as she rode the explosive climax.

Once it had finally stopped she softly panted while leaning against the wall, taking a moment to enjoy the aftershocks of the orgasm and feel it's warm embrace. John took a step back giving her a moment to catch her breath.

Fuelled by their depraved behaviour Poppy's hand slowly rubbed her latex covered butt cheek drawing John's attention back to her perfectly round arse. She could feel his eyes glued to her glossy legs and exposed asshole. She playfully spanked herself as she turned her head as their eyes met briefly. Her hand snaked towards her wet arse hole as she pushed a finger inside, testing the waters for what was next to come.

Her finger slowly moved deeper into her back passage as she let out a small moan.

"Let's see how much of that thick cock my greedy arse can take!"

Her voice commanding as she slowly removed her finger, hands once again pressed against the wall, legs spread apart waiting for him to take her.

John took a step towards her, his hard cock in his hand as he lined up his bulbous head with her tight arse hole. He gripped her waist with the other hand as he slowly inched the head of his cock into her sphincter.

"FUCK!"

He growled, it seemed impossibly tight. Every inch of his cock was being clamped by her warm rectum. He pushed it another inch as he felt like he had reached her limit. And that's when she started to move her hips. It was slow at first, a circular motion that felt like heaven. He slowly started to shallowly thrust as they started to feel out each others rhythm. It was incredibly and it took all his focus not to blow his load there and then. She looked at him from over her shoulder as she seductively bit her bottom lip.

"Come on Mr. Wolf, show me what you've really got" She said her voice soft and breathy.

As she commanded he stopped holding back. His next thrust he penetrated her fully as his hand grabbed a fistful of hair pulling head back. His pace quickened as with each thrust he treated her arse as his personal fuck toy.

"Pound my slutty arse!" She cried. His cock was splitting her in two, she was insatiable.

She matched her pace with his movements, her butt cheeks practically slapping together with the vigorous movement. John released her hair as he grabbed her wrists through the PVC jacket. He pulled her arms as she arched her back, his pace seemed relentless her outfit creaking erotic with each movement complimented by their groans of pleasure.

"Do you want me to cum inside you slut?" He said through gritted teeth, his climax fast approaching.

"Yes! Cum deep inside me!" She moaned "I want you to fill me up!"

With one final thrust John erupted inside her. He let out a series of grunts as his cock pumped seed deep inside her ass. They released from their embrace, John removed his now softening cock from her arse as his spunk flowed from her tight hole.

"Such a shame to see it go to waste" Poppy said reaching a finger down to her oozing hole, scooping up the dripping seed and licking it from her fingers.

There was a bang on the toilet door, either a disabled person needed the bathroom or the bartender was getting ready to close up for the night. Poppy quickly zipped up her latex leggings and jacket. She then snatched up her discarded crop top and forced it into her purse. John zipped up his jeans still intoxicated by the copious amounts of alcohol and the wild sexual encounter.

"Not bad for a caged wolf, not bad at all" Poppy giggled unlocking the door.

As nonchalantly as they could they both exited the bathroom. The bar was now almost empty and they swiftly made their way to the exit.

The cold night air hit them both as they left the bar, the street was empty and quiet.

"So what's next?" John said with a sly boyish grin.

"I think after that I could do with a decent nights sleep and maybe some Vaseline for my well fucked arse!" She laughed.

The wind was taken from John's sails. This was the most sexually free he felt in years and it crushed him to see it end.

"But I hope to see you again, Mr. Wolf" She said as she walked off into the night.

John walked back to his hotel, he still hadn't moved into his own place after the separation from his wife. The hotel was cheap but close to work. He was practically living out of a suitcase. This night had shown him that this wasn't the end. But potentially the beginning of a much more exciting chapter of his life.

The next night he returned to the bar, hoping to see Poppy again. He ordered his usual from Steve the bartender and nursed it as he watched people come and go from the bar. Neither Poppy or her group of friends made an appearance.

He returned the next night and it was the same story. He waited until closing time hoping to catch another glimpse of her but she didn't return. His heart sank and he knew that he'd put too much stock into that hot passionate evening. It was time for him to move on and find his new place in the world.

Over the next two months he rented a new flat not too far away from the hotel he was previously staying in. He'd grown to like the area, especially when he started to explore the parts of town outside of the bar. He felt like it was getting his life back on track. The only thing that he felt was missing was finding someone to stoke the fire inside him. The fire that Poppy had reignited.

It was time for him to start dating again. He'd put it off long enough, he knew the world of dating and relationships had changed drastically since he first met his wife.

It was all on apps now. That's what the guys in the office said. He had a couple of friends at work who were in a similar situation to him. Close to middle age and newly single. He'd heard stories from them, it sounded bleak.

His friends were either punching above their weight and rarely getting the pleasure of meeting women in person or scraping the bottom of the barrel and hooking up with some poor women with low self esteem wanting a quick fuck.

He had to try. He sat on the sofa in his flat and audibly sighed as he grabbed his phone. He stroked the well groomed beard on his chin as he googled the top dating app for men in his age range. It took thirty minutes to go through the gruelling process of setting up a profile. He uploaded a few photos, he wasn't camera shy but while he was married he didn't have the need to take photos of himself so the choice was limited.

That night he went to bed wondering if he made a mistake. He didn't know if he even wanted to date someone new. What he wanted was to push his sexual boundaries again. Find someone who was going to excite him in the way Poppy did.

A week went by and he hadn't had many matches on the app. He was half tempted to de-activate his profile and forget the whole experience when that morning he received a new match.

Her name was Mandy, she was a couple of years older than he was. Divorced, no kids like himself. She was quite attractive, short blonde hair, big blue eyes and an athletic figure. She wasn't exactly his type but he knew he had to be flexible. Hell it's not like he had women knocking down the door to be with him!

They started chatting and hit it off over some common interests in film and music. She was pleasant enough to talk to but she didn't immediately get his motor running. They agreed to meet in person, a coffee date at a local café. It seemed like a good opportunity for them to get to know each other better and hopefully they'd hit it off.

John put on a jeans and shirt. A classic, he didn't want to look like he was trying too hard but also didn't want her to think he wasn't trying at all. They agreed to meet outside the café at two thirty but he was running late. So much for first impressions!

He sped down the street and could see her waiting outside the café, she looked concerned. Perhaps worried she might have been stood up? John picked up the pace panting as he reached her.

"I'm John" he said between short breaths "Sorry to keep you waiting, I lost track of time"

He held out his hand and she shook it and smiled.

"Hi John, not a problem!" She said with what felt like false enthusiasm. "You can buy me a coffee to make up for it!" She let out a small nervous laugh.

They sat down at their table and ordered their drinks. John critically inspected her choice of outfit. A tight leather jacket over a button up blouse, jeans and knee length leather boots. She was very attractive, unfortunately the blouse did nothing but hide her figure due to her small chest size. He had to make a mental note to stop comparing her to Poppy. That ship had sailed.

Conversation flowed between them, it appeared that they both joined the dating game at a similar time and neither had a huge amount of luck.

"It seems like there's a lot of people out there with only one thing on their mind" She said stirring her coffee.

"We're all adults and of course sex is part of the dance but I wanted to meet someone who wanted to experience more in life than just rampant love making."

She let out another nervous laugh.

"And when I saw your profile I thought, yes. He's a man who could appreciate spending an evening with a good book and a glass of wine." She said her voice full of optimism.

John's heart sunk. Dear god, was that the vibe he was putting out? Cuddly John? Non threatening? Non sexual? He smiled at her trying to hide his internal disappointment.

"Who doesn't love a good book?" He said weakly as his eyes darted around the café. "Will you just excuse me a moment, just need to pop to the loo". He said standing up from the table, leaving his phone behind in a weak attempt to reassure her he wasn't going to hop out the bathroom window.

He walked to the bathroom his shoulders slumped. Once inside he dived into the closest empty stool, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck" he said under his breath.

"What am I going to do now?"

"I don't want to hurt her but Christ alive I don't want to be stuck in another relationship where sex isn't on the cards."

No, honesty is the best policy. He needed to be straight with her, he didn't want to be put back in the cage. He needed someone who was willing to sink to the depths of depravity with him. He hurried out of the toilet, fuelled with the confidence to tell her that it was lovely to meet her, but things weren't going to work out.

He arrived back at the table and he could see she was on her phone. Wait had his phone been moved? Or was it his imagination?

"Yes, that's not a problem" She said to the person on the phone as she gave John a brief smile.

"No, give me forty-five minutes and I'll be online." She hung up the phone.

"I'm so sorry, I know what you must be thinking. What a lame excuse to escape the date. But honestly there's a work emergency and it's an all hands on deck situation!" She said with a hint of urgency in her voice.

"I'd really love to pick up from where we left off, any chance we can go for dinner next week? I really think we have a connection." Her words leaving John in a state of confusion.

"Uhh sure, let's work out the details once you've put out that fire at work shall we?" John said, puzzled about the situation unfolding.

"You're an absolute diamond" She said getting up and moving in for a small awkward hug.

John didn't know what to do, she left him stunned and he didn't get the opportunity to tell her that it wasn't going to work out. What an absolute mess.

They briefly said their goodbyes as she swiftly exited the café. John took his time finishing his coffee and then took the scenic route home to try and figure out what the hell just happened.

That evening he lay on his sofa mindlessly watching TV. Today was a disaster, he'd written Mandy a text a dozen times to break off their future date but deleting it before hitting send.

Maybe he should give her another chance? Maybe she'd become more physical once they'd got to know each other better? He put his phone on the arm of the sofa as he gazed mindlessly into the TV. A few minutes later his phone pinged with a notification. Perhaps it was Mandy, letting him down gently, that would save him some grief!

He picked up his phone and saw a message from an unknown number. Probably just an automated scam. He opened the message

Who was that flat chested skank?

John read the message, he was puzzled. If this was a scammer it was an odd way to try and get money out of him. He didn't have anything to lose so he replied.

I think a better question is, who are you?

Moments later he received an image, a selfie of a familiar face. Messy crimson hair framing a gorgeous round face, her glossy lips pouting seductively. Fuck he couldn't believe it, how did Poppy even get his number?

Now this is a sight for sore eyes

His phone pinged again as he received another message.

So tell me, who was that basic bitch you were at the café with?

John was taken aback, surely she wasn't stalking him? She didn't seem like she was in the mood for questions. Better to just be upfront with her.

Her name's Mandy. I met her on a dating app. If I'm honest she's not my type, I was hoping to let her down gently and then she got an emergency at work and run off before I could set her straight.

Minutes went past without a reply from Poppy, was that all she wanted to know? Now she had her answer was she going to ghost him?

Eventually another message came through.

Empyrean 22:00. Come alone

John checked his watch, it was already seven thirty and he had no idea what or where Empyrean was. A quick google search informed him it was an alternative club about twenty minutes drive away. Clubbing wasn't exactly his scene but he'd do anything for another chance to see Poppy again.

He went to his bedroom and searched through some of his unpacked boxes. He knew he had something from his wilder days. He just hoped they still fit him.

He found a sealed cardboard box which must have been stored in the back of a cupboard for a decade. He opened it up and to his surprise it was exactly what he was looking for.

He pulled out a pair of slim fit leather trousers, he pulled them onto his legs praying that his fitness routine had help him remain the same size. With some effort he squeezed them on, he looked in the mirror as he noticed how impressive his bulge looked in them.

"Not bad, not bad at all" He said to himself.

Next he found a mesh tank top, he can't remember ever wearing it. He had vague memory of his ex wife laughing when he purchased it. Saying he was trying to relive his youth. He pulled it and looked in the mirror. Damn, where has this guy been all these years? The mesh top perfectly accentuated his thick muscular arms, his toned body visible through the fabric. He felt confidant, he was ready for the hunt.

He checked his watch, nine o'clock already. His heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed his jacket and keys as exited his flat. He hurried downstairs as jumped into his car, setting his satnav for Empyrean it seemed like he had time to spare.

John took a deep breath as he pulled away, it was time to show the world who he was again. Music blared from his speakers as he sped through the streets arriving at Empyrean at nine thirty. He found a parking space across the road from the club as he walked towards the pounding music.

Then he noticed the queue, it seemed to go around the block, there was no way he was making it inside before ten. FUCK!

He couldn't wait to be let in, he had to make his own opportunity. He wasn't taking no for an answer as he made a beeline for the entrance and walked straight up to the bigger of the two doormen.

"Queue starts back there pal" The doorman said barely looking up from the ID he was checking of the nervous young man trying to get into the club.

"Look mate this is clearly fake, fuck off and don't try this again" The doorman said to the young man as he handed his fake ID back to him.

"Oh yeah, I know. But rather than fuck around with that bullshit I wanted to buy you lads a drink" John said calm and confidently as he held out his hand to the doorman.

The doorman turned and sized John up. Muscular, carrying himself well and what do we have here? Two fifty pound notes clearly in his palm. The doorman reached out his hand shaking Johns as they made the exchange.

"Very nice of you mate, we'd be very grateful if you'd pop inside and order as an energy drink each. Got to stay sharp when dealing with this rabble." The doorman said as he gestured for John to go inside.

John walked through the doorway as the pounding bass of the music intensified, a hundred pound down and he'd only just made it inside. He left his jacket at the cloakroom as he ventured further into the club.

The music was hard and heavy, he walked through the gloom towards the bar as he got the attention of the bartender. Over the blaring background noise he ordered himself a Malibu and coke and paid for the doorman's drinks. He didn't want to find out what happens to the person who forgets to appreciate their generosity.

He took a sip of his drink as he turned to face the dance floor and then he saw her. She was dancing alone, her movements slow and erotic. She was wearing a sleeveless purple latex polo mini dress with an eye catching zip running down the centre. It's glossy fabric reflecting the strobe lighting with each sensual move. She wore big chunky knee high platform boots with buckle details.

She was once again was the personification of sex.

John downed his drink, he wasn't wasting his opportunity as he made his way towards the dance floor. Him and Poppy locked eyes as he got closer, her hands on her chest as they glided down the slick material cupping her large round tits. Her hands pushed together her latex encased mounds, the zip on the dress looked like it was fit to burst!

Her hands moved down her down to the hem of her dress as she pulled the rubbery material away from her skin, giving a brief preview of her shaved pussy. She quickly released the dress as it snapped back on to her skin.

She turned around as she leant forward placing her hands on her thighs. The skin tight latex dress perfectly moulding to her round ass, she turned her head to look at him as she rhythmically started to shake her ass.

She knew exactly how to drive him wild, his cock grew hard the leather trousers doing nothing to hide his massive bulge. He moved closer to her as he lightly wrapped his hands around her waist his fingers gripping her shiny dress. He slowly started to grind his bulge into her ass.

She increased the speed of her twerking as John continued to grind her ass, the sweet sensation of dry humping her on the dance floor was intoxicating. Just before he blew his load she stood upright, spun on her heels as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

They didn't say a word as they gazed into each others eyes, his hands gripping her hips while her lips moved closer to his. She kissed him softly, just for a moment. It was tender and sweet and god he'd missed this feeling. When she broke away from the kiss she looked into his eyes again, her gaze now filled with an animalistic lust. The desire to be taken there and then.

John pulled her closer as his body pressed against hers, his mouth now on hers. They kissed roughly as their hands explored each others bodies. She looked as good as she felt, fucking fantastic. It was like a dream and he didn't want to wake up, he finally felt alive again.

This continued for a few blissful minutes, she pulled away as she spoke to him for the first time that evening.

"Let's get out of here". Her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the club. A mischievous smile on her lips.