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Thread: Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

Yes, I am a college student. And as a college student, I am required by federal law to accept any offer of free food made to me, especially if it is done by seductive and secretive women in coffee shops. He says as he takes the pieces of cake offered to him, briefly closing his eyes as he chews and swallows the morsel. The dessert seems to mesh so well with Winerys own decadent scent, creating a truly pleasurable experience. As for a name.its Gerald. Gerald Hendrickson. Its not as flashy as Winry Seduction, I admit, but Ive had it all my life and I have grown rather attached to it. He briefly considers, in an attempt to entice this woman, to revel that he was also known by the name Tempest. He rejects this passing flight of fancy, however. It would be a remarkably bad idea to admit his identity to a near stranger in a public place. As she leans in on the table, her breasts touching it, Gerald cant help but stare down at them for just a brief movement. He did, however, consider himself something of gentlemen, so he quickly returns his gaze to her face. Well, sometimes distractions can be enjoyable, especially on a warm summer day. I have nothing else planned for the day do you have something important I am distracting you from? He places a hand gently on her knee under the table. He grips her knee with a gentle strength in his hand, the motion making his biceps flex pleasantly under the skin of his arm as he gives her another one of those dazzling smiles that seem to come for easily to his face.
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Winry watched as he took the piece that was on the fork and chewed slowly, she watched his mouth move with each bite, she watched his tongue lick his lips. Oh how she longed for that mouth to be on hers, how she craved for that tongue to explore every inch of her body and how those moans of his, she wished that she was making him make those sounds. He was making the cake seem more delicious than it was. She took another bite and licked her lips as well then she listened to what he had to say. Now her alter ego Temptress would have dragged him over the counter and made love to him right then and there with everyone watching. She did not care, then again she was a masked heroin and no one knew who she was. But Winry, she had a background and a career so she had to park her breaks there. Once he asked her did she have anything planned for today she nodded, Well I have to go drop papers off at my house, you can come with me if you choose. If you want some real food I could cook for you that way we both save money and since you are a college student I know how hard it is to save with buying books and all. She stopped her sentence and she felt him grab her leg. A quick shudder ran down her back like galloping wild stallions rushing in the open plain. She closed her eyes for a brief moment in that moment was passion, she had not touched a man in what felt like ages, she had not been touched in what felt like light years and that simple kind gesture as innocent as it was for him took her over in that one moment and her alter ego came out. Her facial expression changed and soon her hand was digging in her breasts and she pulled out a 50 bill and she placed it on the table under the cake then she glared at him lustfully and she grabbed him by the hand and led him out the door. My car NOW! She said heading to her Rolls Royce. The car was big on the inside with white interior, the dashboard Armani two joysticks to both 360 and PS3 consoles and both white and red wine and of course Winrys favorite Johnny Walker Red, Black, Blue, Green, Gold, and Swing. The seats of the car vibrated, there was a flat screen television and there was a private window that separated Winry and company from the driver of the car. Shall we leave? She said hastily
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Gerald was not a small or weak man, but the sudden intensity with which Winry grabbed his hand and lead him to the door was strong enough that he was halfway out the door before he was able to regain control of his own movement. He thankfully had the since of mind to grab his bag on the way out as they passed his original table. Besides holding the books he had just purchased for his college classes, it also holds the mystic belt that gave him his powers as Tempest, and as a bonus allowed him to magically change into his trade mark costume, buried under a big pile of books. If Winry could see the belt, she would know exactly what she was dealing with. Gerald lets out a low whistle when he looks around the car he was lead to. The drinks, the leather, the TV.this car most likely cost more money than Gerald had ever handled in all of his life. Beautiful..rather strong.and incredibly rich from the looks of things. I think I might be out of my league here. His dark, diamond like eyes once again meet her molten gold ones.and this time he sees something different in them. Before they were lazily amused, decadent and seductive. Elements of that were still there, but now there was something far more predatory to them, bringing to mind the old saying The female of the species is more dangerous than the male. It was as if he was seeing a different persons eyes. No, that wasnt quite right it was more like it was a different version of the same person. He meets those eyes, not flinching, his dark eyes showing bravery and arousal in the face of such a seductive and intimidating woman. Do you often drag young men into your car, lock the doors, and drive off bringing them home on a whim? His voice is a rich baritone, joking as he makes no attempts to stop things from proceeding. You best be careful, to the outside observer this might look like kidnapping. He leans back in his chair, relaxing, and his muscles clearly visible as he quickly shoves aside his intimidation at his new rich surroundings and once again achieving some kind of comfort. It was clear that underneath the calm swagger, however, that Winery and her car were making him nervous, aroused, but nervous
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Winry smiled at him a bit irate but she understood what he meant. Her eyes, those same eyes that she could change no matter what told on her all the time, she was bold but never this bold. She was strong but not strong enough to almost flip over a table in the pastry shop and she was irrational but not enough to just casually place a fifty dollar bill on the table and leave without saying a word. No this was the work of Temptress. Yes, Lorelei was to blame for this, she knew what she was doing and she was doing it well. She was determined to get this man to her house and damn near fuck him out of his skin. Yes, she would suck his dick till she could tell the man his blood type. She touched his face and said in a low tone I have plans for you Her voice was different, more exotic, it made chills down a mans spine and the lust in her eye was unmatched by any beast that bear resemblance. She heard his joke and a cocky smile flashed against her face, it was more of a confident I know what I am about to do smile. I, my Innocent am used to getting what I want. I am always in control when it comes to matters, at least cardinal pleasure matters. I know what I want and what I want right now is you! She pulled him close to her and shoved her tongue in his throat. She wanted to taste him, the cake and maybe his whole damn existence if hed let her. She played around in his mouth some more until she was finished and then her eyes went from the bright singe yellow to the calming river of gold, like she was ashamed of what she had done. Looking away from him she heard the car screech. There were at her estate. She cleared her throat and got out and opened the other side of the door for him. The estate was on a hill and below the hill was a very vast lake. The gates to the first entrance opened and they rode past the outdoor garden and the fountain to the front door. The double doors read W.S. She pulled out a 15 ct. white gold skeleton key from her breasts and inserted it in the slot and opened the doors. 6 bedrooms 5 12 bathrooms, one master bedroom, and a kitchen loaded with food. To your right is the indoor pool, your left spa area and recreational room, the middle is the dining hall and the other is the kitchen. Beds, and my master bedroom and bathrooms are upstairs. Then there is the basement to the left of my office, and down the hall from that is the library. Oh! Watch the waterfall curtains on your way in Innocence wouldn't want you to get all wet now. She said holding the front door open.
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Gerald was different from Winery. While a costumed hero with a secret identity, he did not truly possess two personas. Even when in costume calling up gusts of wind to knock criminals off their feet, Gerald still thought of himself as Gerald. Tempest was just a cool name that matched his powers, and it was something that was a requirement to do the job. The innocent yet strong young man who could look into the Temptress eyes and, while acknowledging the dark allure they held, keep looking without flinching or becoming some kind of drooling idiot was Gerald and Gerald alone. The sudden, almost feline way she moved in to snare the kiss was faster than Gerald could react to. Considering that just last week he had moved fast enough to leave a pair of muggers gasping for breath in a back ally, this was really saying something. The ferocity with which she kissed him was like nothing the young hero had ever experienced before. Yes, he had kissed other girls in his life, but to call this and those past experiences the same things seemed like calling the Mona Lisa and a kindergartens macaroni painting the same thing. Yes, it was technically true, but it did not begin to describe the depths of the experience. Once his head regained enough sense to register what was going on, it tried to participate in the kiss. His tongue moved around, tasting the cake and a flavor that was just uniquely hers. But despite his best and most valiant efforts, he could never quite take the lead in the kiss. Every time he would try he would get close only to have her tongue once more exert its dominance. He was left panting when the car came to a sudden stop, a slight groan escaping his lips as she parts from him. As she does back up, she can see that her sudden assault on his lips had a very noticeable effect on him. His heart rate had increased, his breath came in shallow pants, and a rather impressive erection had formed in his jeans. He awkwardly tries to hide it, or at least not draw attention to it, as they move up towards the manor. A more alpha male type might have tried to display his assets to attract the attentions of the female, but while strong of character Gerald was still relatively young and feeling more outclassed by Winry by the moment. Of course, the waterfall curtains help him keep things under control for the moment. Gerald cant tell if she held off mentioning them so he would purposely be soaked or if it had just honestly slipped her mind, but a moment before she gives her warning the cool water drenches Gerald from head to toe, make his rather well defined musculature easy to see. A slight blush crosses his face as he regards the situation, before trying to save face with a standard super hero quip. Well, thats my only change of clothing on me. Do you have a place that I can dry off or do you like what you see enough that you want to keep me this way?
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What he tasted was not only her but her favorite poison, Johnny Walker. Yes, she partook in this poison at least once a day and it was at least a bottle a day. Once he got in the house she noticed that she warned him a little too late about the waterfall curtains and they soaked his body leaving a sensual body of brick that seemed to be carved by Michael Angelo himself. He looked to be Adonis in full realism. She licked her lips as she roamed his body with her eyes she had never seen anything like him. His figure, almost god-like his skin seemed to be kissed by the sun and his eyes, those lively dark gems of wonder, those seemingly lightless eyes held something of a luminous glare to them. His eyes were what drew her in and could not keep Lorelei at bay. Her eyes now a golden yellow, if he noticed they were calm at first but now they were alive, with seemingly a fire in them. Has anyone ever told you that you have a astonishing body. I mean, look at your chest. She stopped her sentence and then took off his shirt. Then continued again, Youre biceps are amazing, She said undoing his pants. Once she realized what she was doing her eyes went calm again, that bright burning gold turned to a cooling yellow once more. I will get you some clothes. She giggled and then said, Well now that Ive touched you I need to change my clothes as well. She stared him in the eye and reached behind her and un zipped her dress. Yes, she was that flexible. Then she took each shoulder and pulled it down. She undid her bra at the same time and slowly pulled them down. Once this was done they fell to the floor and she bent over and pulled her underwear off as well. Now she was standing before him naked. She did an about face and bent over, without bending her knees so that he could get a good shot of her ass. With this motion she picked up her clothes and then faced him again. If you will give me yours I will wash them in the basement.
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Gerald had no idea what was going on. Her hands, so soft yet firm, were running over the both of them. As if by magic his clothing disappeared, lying bear his magnificent body. A crimson blush breaks over his face as the cool air now settles against his bear, damp skin. The blush increases tenfold when Winery removes her own dress and undergarments, giving Gerald a true sight to behold. Her breasts, her ass, her body twisting this way and that with a fluid grace that seemed almost supernatural. She was nothing less than a goddess made flesh. A primal being of seduction, a huntress who stalked her prey and then ensnared it, taking what she wanted. Gerald could feel his cock hardening from the display, an arousal that bypassed his upper brain kicking in at the sight of her. For his part, he was the very image of the archetypical young hero. Strong, confident, but inexperienced in the face of a woman like Winery. He resembled nothing so much as a stallion that had to be tamed all powerful muscle and lean, corded limbs. Looking at his now rather erect cock, the comparison to a Stallion becomes even more apt. He tries to regain some of his swagger, to take back some form of initiative in the situation, but a slight trembling in his voice and the blush still on his face reveals just how far Gerald is out of his depth. You feed me cake, give me a ride in a fancy limo, and then have me naked within minutes of getting into your house. I am not sure, but I think you are coming on to me. He bends over and gathers up her clothing, following her as she leads him to the basement. He wonders what new surprise she had waiting down here. With everything he has seen so far, nothing much would surprise him at this point.
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She shook her head and then waved her finger at him. Now, I would invite you down into my basement but sadly it would not be becoming of me to invite you to such a place so early. I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me. She smiled and then gathered the clothes up to place them in the washer and dryer. She made sure that he was not behind him as she went down the steps and then found the washer and dryer and began cleaning. The problem with her basement was not the fact that she had naked pictures of herself all over the basement, no it wasnt because that half of the basement was her sex kingdom no, it was because the other half of the basement was her lair and where all of her costumes and her favorite items to use to torture lay till she need them. Once the clothes were safely tucked away she fumbled around and tried to hide her secret identity if he so chose to come down the stairs all he would see was well in a word erotica. She moved to the table with the leather handcuffs. Walking around the table she smiled. Touching the table she sighed. Looking around the room there were pictures of her in different positions. Her favorite was one with her face in the carpet and her ass in the air.
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Gerald passed back and forth upstairs, his skin till wet from sudden water full and his body derived of the clothing she has so quickly stripped off him. A light blush remained on his face as he debates in his mind whether or not he should disobey her request and follow her downstairs. On the one hand, he did consider himself something of a gentleman, despite the rather naked lust Winery had displayed and had so easily brought out in him he did not want to go against her wishes while he was a guest in her house. On the other hand, he was dying to know what a woman like Winry would have that she did not want him to see. After all, she had stripped and given him quite the look before she went down stairs, whatever she was trying to protect it was not her modesty. He wonders if perhaps she didnt want him to follow because she had some kind of surprise in store for him, and that sent a shiver down his spine. Already she had proven herself to be full of surprises, each one more exotic and passionate then the last. After some debate, he decides to let her play out her hand and see what she has in store. He sits down in one of her rather nice and plush leather chair, in his mind trying to calculate how many of his paychecks one of them would cost but stopping when the number got to depressing. Instead he waits with baited breath for Winry to return or call for him to come down.
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She finally came up from the basement after hiding all her superhero things, but she kept the pictures on the walls, she kept her naughty things sprawled on the floor, and for some reason having being surrounded by her raunchiness she was pleased. On her way up the steps she grabbed another shirt for him to wear no shorts, just another shirt. Finally heading into the kitchen she went to where he was standing, their eyes locked again and she lifted the shirt up to him. Here, this is for you. The shorts are in the pantry dont ask why I turned the pantry into a laundry bin. They are all clean I just never threw them away. But anyway would you like something to eat or drink, I am heading into the kitchen. She said standing before him naked. Yes, bare all out naked and she was very nicely shaved with a cute little W where there was hair left. You could see it clearly if you stared long enough. She smiled at him it was a genuine smile not one of those fake corporate smiles that she usually gave when she was doing business. Heading into the kitchen her hips moved with a vengeance. Her ass bounced with each stride and she bent over when she opened the fridge, without bending her knees. She was looking for something it was obvious and when she found it she let out a high pitched yay sound. She rose and pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Red label. Now she began searching for a glass, the problem was that there were glasses in the near cabinet but no, she wanted a special glass. She looked in the bottom shelf and pulled out her special wine glasses. Taking the one that had her name engraved in it she began to pour in her poison. This here, is my favorite drink, his name is Johnny Walker I dont know when I fell for him but its something about his charm that keeps me coming back.
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Gearld blushes as Winry returns from her basement, still naked and holding a shirt out to him. He notes that the shirt would be far tighter then the one he was wearing, showing off his chiseled chest and huge biceps. He gets the feeling that looking at the garment that she is holding that he is getting a preview of how the dark haired goddess would dress him provided that she got the chance. For odd reason he also saw a lot of tight black leather in that would cling. His thoughts are drawn away from this by the near perfect ass that bobs up and down as it heads to the kitchen where a promised drink awaited. Looking once more at the shirt in his heads and back to that ass, he tosses it down. If his host was going to remain naked, then so was her guest. This was the idea that he arrived at as a compromise between his desire to be polite and a gentleman and the naked animal like lust that tied him to Winry like a leash, making it impossible for him to turn away even if he wished to. His manhood hardens to truly impressive lengths, almost as if it was striving to meet with Winry's approval. With such a magnificent example of masculinity, it was sure to impress. Gerald quickly sits at a table, his face scarlet red as he forces himself to look Winry in the eye, not allowing her to see that he is intimidated by having drinks with a beautiful naked women. Johnny Walker? I can not say I am familiar with the drink. He takes the glass she had picked out for him, taking a smell of the beverage. He barely notices it, when the scent and vision of the woman before him overwhelming most of his thoughts. He holds his glass out for a clink cheers he says, taking a sip of the drink, closing his eyes and swishing the drink around and swallowing his eyes and trying to calm himself, unable to do so with her so close.
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Her hands wrap around the glass as she moved the liquid poison around. Bringing the vice to her lips she tasted heaven in sips one after the other and one more frequent than the last. Placing the bottle in arms length she kept her eyes on it as she decided to take a seat on one of her bar stools that were near the island counter. Nipples now hard because of the cold liquid she was ingesting she eyed him up and down and then raised her eyebrow as she noticed that he was not wearing the shirt that she had picked out for him. Even though of all shirts she did give him the muscle shirt that would compliment his figure something fierce and make her fantasies more naughtier than they were at the moment but she knew that she could not act upon her lust, at least not until permission was given but like the Temptress that she was she would wait till the time was right for her to make her move. Well now Innocent, you are not wearing the shirt that Ive given. Is it because your Mistress is naked? If you must know why it is because I would rather not dirty up anymore clothes. Besides it would be in vain seeing as though I sleep naked anyway. So, tell me, do you live in these parts? Are you visiting? What are your hobbies? She said eager to know all or at least something about the man that she had her prying eyes on. His lips, begged to be kissed. His chest, she just wanted to lay there and his eyes, those damn eyes of his sucked her in every time and she would find herself staring aimlessly into those orbs of mystery. What was it about him that was so alluring, so infatuating and so desirable? What made her want him, and what made her want to be at his beck and call whenever he was around? She could not place a finger on it, but one thing was to be sure she wanted to place her fingers on him.