Erotic Flights of Fantasy

by Melanie Thompson

  She looked up at him and grinned. Her golden hair was down to the small of her back, her breasts medium-sized with stiff pink nipples and her rosy lips pulled back to reveal pointed canines. She cupped his balls and pulled him onto her as she fell back on the couch. Her legs were open and she guided his throbbing cock into her sex.

  When he fully penetrated her, he felt hands on his ass. He tried to look behind but she released his balls to grab his chin. “Look only into my eyes.”

  He moaned as a hard dick was thrust into his anus. Speared and helpless, his cock prevented from shooting, he stared into her golden orbs. “Fuck me,” she said.

  He moved slowly in and out of her as the man behind him began pounding into his ass. His anus was stretched and burning as he balanced on his knees and pushed his cock in and out of Victoire’s incredibly tight passage. It was torture. He was more excited than he’d been in his entire life. His whole body quivered, his breathing was erratic and sweat dripped into his eyes.

  Beneath him, Victoire panted and moaned. She grabbed his head and bit his neck, sucking blood as it poured down his chest. The male vampire fucking him in the ass bit his shoulder and grunted as he nursed on the wound. Sunny’s balls ached with each thrust into Victoire and as the vampire riding him shoved his dick in and out of his anus. When he started whimpering and his knees began to shake, Victoire reached beneath his cock and released the collar. An enormous load erupted from his penis tearing a yell from his throat.

  She gasped and bit him again as her own orgasm shook her. The vampire behind him withdrew his cock from Sunny’s asshole and left. Sunny lay on top of Victoire feeling both violated and sated. It was the strangest feeling of his life.

  Victoire pushed him off her and leaped to her feet in a blur of motion. “You cried out when you climaxed, slave. You must be punished.”

  “But you let me. How was I to know?”

  “Did not your trainer tell you to show no emotion?”

  He hung his head. “Yes, yes she did.”

  “Then you will be punished. I don’t think paddling is enough. No, for you, I think you should be whipped…bound and whipped.”

  She fixed the cock ring back on the base of his penis and attached the leash. Then she led him toward an exit. He was taken to a room where Victoire fastened manacles on his wrists and hooked them over his head. He was then hauled up until his toes barely touched the ground. His level of terror reached new heights. And his fear fed his excitement. His cock was once again erect.

  When she saw his condition, she laughed. “You really are a slave at heart.”

  She began lashing him with a short, cat o’nine tails, laying the strips of leather against his thighs and stomach. He swung around and she lashed his buttocks until the welts opened and bled. When she let him loose, he collapsed in a pile, groaning with pain. She pushed him onto his back with her foot.

  “I see you are not so excited now, slave.”

  A young male vampire moved up to stand beside her. “I see he’s been properly whipped.”

  Sunny couldn’t take his gaze off the male’s cock. It was huge, hanging in a silk bag that concealed none of it. The vampire saw where Sunny’s attention was fixed. “Suck me, slave.”

  Sunny crawled to his knees, his eyes watering with agony as his welted rear brushed the cold tile floor. He knelt in front of the vampire and removed the long, thick penis from its silk bag. His heart hammered in his chest and his mouth watered. His tongue thick with desire, he thrust the vampire’s cock into his mouth.

  Victoire went around behind him and cupped his welted rear as he sucked; his tongue working the vampire’s dick. She squeezed the aching cheeks and his own penis rose and swelled into a throbbing rod.

  The male vamp grabbed his head and thrust his cock down Sunny’s throat as Victoire pulled the cock ring tight. He groaned as the pressure in his balls and prostrate built. The male vampire pulled his cock out of Sunny’s mouth and pushed Sunny onto his back between her legs. She supported him, reaching around to pull his thighs high and wide. Grinning, the vampire thrust his cock into Sunny’s ass.

  His excitement quickly built into unbearable pleasure. The vampire pounded into his ass, his legs wide open in the most humiliating and submissive position possible for a man. He longed to ejaculate. He needed to. It took the vampire on top of him forever to come. He bent and bit Sunny next to his nipple. The pain was excruciating. Victoire bit his neck, sucking and nursing on his blood. He shook and moaned with pain and pleasure as Victoire began stroking his throbbing erection.

  “Do you want to come, Sunny?”

  “Yes, mistress,” he whispered.

  “Beg.”

  “Please,” he gasped.

  “Please what?”

  “Please let me come.” His last word was more of a moan than a word. She laughed stroking him faster than any human hand could. The male vampire’s thrusts were so powerful it was only Victoire holding him up and supporting him that kept him from flying backwards.

  She laughed one more time. “I’m going to let him come, Girard.”

  The vampire grunted his assent as his eyes narrowed and his dick swelled even bigger. Sunny’s anus felt like it was tearing apart as Victoire released his cock and stroked him to a mind-blowing orgasm. His semen shot out of his dick hitting the ceiling as Girard plunged once and shot his own load deep into Sunny’s passage.

  Victoire released Sunny’s legs and they fell to the hard tiles. Girard stood up, threw back his shoulders and lifted his chin. “Clean me, slave.”

  Sunny licked him clean as Victoire stood up and stretched. “I’m bored, Girard. Let’s go watch TV.”

  They left him lying on the tiles. He rolled onto a nearby couch and passed out.

  * * * *

  Petal watched her two trainees as they were led off by vampires. A sudden movement behind her caused her to jump.

  “’Tis only I, my dear.”

  She looked up into the sky-blue eyes of Etienne. Her heart pounded with terror and something else…lust. She glanced down and saw his huge organ slowly rise. He wanted her.

  “Why have I never noticed you before? You are so lovely.”

  She dropped her gaze. “I don’t know, my lord.”

  He bent and smelled the skin of her neck, closing his eyes as he did so. “You smell like summer and sunshine. Things I can never experience again.”

  He lifted her in his arms and pulled her tightly against his chest. “You, I will savor. We will go to my room.”

  Petal’s heart raced. She’d never heard of Etienne taking any of the slaves to his room before. She’d never even been into the main part of the house. He raced down halls and through the mansion so fast, she couldn’t see. The walls were only a blur. He leaped up the stairs until he was at the top of the house. His room was in a tower. He kicked the door open and she gasped. Candles were lit and the curtains opened to reveal a huge moon and the green pastures of the estate all around.

  He laid her on the bed gently and stripped off her shift. His hands were hard but gentle as he pushed her legs open. She knew better than to show any emotion. She lay as still as death as he stroked her aching flesh, pulling the cup off her circumcised clit. When he looked into her eyes, she saw desire slowly turn them a darker blue.

  “I want you to reveal your passion to me. I want to know your real name. What is it?”

  This was the first time in the year she’d been a slave to the vampires of Blood Lust any had given her permission to show her pleasure. None had ever asked her real name. “My name is Rachel, my lord.”

  He removed the covering from his penis. The huge organ, the biggest of any vampire in the place, was hard and ready. He slid up her body and took her face between his hands. “Kiss me.”

  His lips on hers were soft, yet demanding. She opened her mouth and allowed him to penetrate. Their tongues entwined as he softly stroked her aching clit. He seemed to know exactly how hard to stroke to stimulate her the most. “Show me,” he
whispered.

  She threw back her head and gasped as she writhed beneath his talented fingers. She was trembling on the brink of a powerful orgasm when he stopped stimulating her manually and thrust his cock into her wet opening. He filled her, pushing her legs up around her ears. She normally hated this position, but with Etienne, it was wonderful. He cradled her buttocks in his hands and squeezed them hard. “Show me.”

  She whimpered and moaned and cried out with pleasure as he moved in her and over her, finally bending his head to bite her and feed. When she felt his fangs, she screamed and climaxed. Her sex pulsed and spasmed around his organ. He pulled it out when she was finished coming, flipped her over like she weighed nothing and entered her from the rear. He cupped her breasts as he bent over her and thrust his huge cock in and out of her throbbing vulva.

  With his fangs buried in her neck again, she felt his cock changing shapes. It formed a ridge that rubbed her clit with every stroke.

  “Show me.”

  “It’s so good,” she whimpered. “Your cock, it’s wonderful.” She gasped and squirmed as they moved together, their bodies joined.

  “I love your human emotions,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s been so long since I experienced love. I think I could love you, Rachel. You’ve created warmth in my heart with your sweetness where there has only been ice.”

  Rachel’s heart raced with excitement. His passion and his feelings for her were so new. For a year she’d been paddled and whipped and taken like an animal. She liked the pain. Could she achieve climax without it? Would love make her as excited as the pain?

  His huge cock chafed and rubbed her naked clit. The sensations created by the friction were close to pain. He rocked back and forth, pinching her nipples as he fed off her neck. Another orgasm was rising. It rose and receded then rose stronger.

  “Show me your passion.”

  She gasped and cried out. “I’m going to come, my lord,” she whimpered. “It’s so good.”

  He pulled her body close to his and pressed his face against her hair. When her arms grew too weak with passion to support her, he held her up, lifting her up and down on his cock. They climaxed together. She screamed her ecstasy and he yelled into her hair. Then he rolled under her, taking her with him, still joined.

  They lay together until her breathing slowed to normal. “Could you love me, Rachel? I want you to be mine alone.”

  She couldn’t look into his eyes. The power there terrified her. But the terror fed her desire. “You frighten me.”

  “I would never hurt you.” He lifted her chin and she met her gaze. “I want your love, Rachel. I need it.”

  “I think I could love you. I want to be yours. Your power and your strength overwhelm me. But if I become yours, what will I be here. What will I do?”

  “I will make you a master. It will be you who makes demands of the slaves and punishes them. But you will give your body and your blood only to me. Would this satisfy you?”

  The thought of being the one holding the paddle and the whip excited Rachel. She felt her heartbeat quicken at the thought, her nipples swell, her sex throb. She stared into Etienne’s blue eyes. “Oh yeah. I would love it.”

  He grabbed her in a tight embrace burying his face in her hair again. “Then it will be so. You are now a mistress. The slaves are yours.”

  The North Shore Contemporary Lesbian

  “So, you want to go to the North Shore today, or what?” Iolani Ching asked her best friend Darlene Bishop.

  “We have the day off. We might as well.”

  “I’ll load up my board and pick you up around nine,” Iolani said and clicked her phone shut.

  She and Darlene had been friends since high school. They went to Radford High School close to Pearl Harbor and played six years of softball together; Lani was the catcher and Darlene the pitcher. When they graduated, they went on to the University of Hawaii. At UH, Lani studied sound engineering and majored in film production while Darlene studied journalism. Last week, they’d both landed jobs at the biggest news network in the islands, KITV. Lani was going to work on the production end and Darlene was going to be a news journalist.

  With her board hanging out the back window of her Jeep, Lani stopped at Darlene’s apartment in Waipahu. Her friend was ready; popped out of the two-story building, shoved her board on top of Lani’s and climbed into the passenger seat.

  “I brought a cooler,” she said.

  Darlene was Pilipino and Samoan mixed with a little haoli—white. She had small perfect features, waist-length black hair and a tiny, muscular body. She wore short-shorts and her bathing-suit top with flip-flops. “This will be like our last two days of freedom before we have to dress like haolis and work all the time.”

  Lani laughed. “I know. I guess I’ll go shopping for dress-clothes tomorrow. I don’t own anything but muumuus and shorts.”

  “What you call a muumuu is not what my mother would call a muumuu.”

  “Your mother’s a Samoan. Hers are more like tents. I like mine tight and short.”

  “You look good in them, too,” Darlene said.

  Lani backtracked to the H-2 and headed into the hills toward the North Shore. When the H-2 ended in Wahiawa, she took 99 and headed north.

  “What’s Manu up to?”

  Manu was Lani’s Samoan half-brother. He was huge and an MMA fighter specializing in grappling. Lani had trained in Kung Fu and Tai Kwan Do as a child. Her parents ran a training center for mixed martial arts. Darlene had always had a crush on Manu. He was six-four and gorgeous.

  “He’s got a couple of matches on the mainland; LA and Seattle.”

  “I bet he kicks ass.”

  Lani laughed. “That’s what he loves to do. They call him the Shark.”

  “That’s funny. That’s what his name means in Hawaiian. Did you hear the surf report this morning?” Darlene asked.

  “No, turn on the radio. I wanted to go to our spot on the island. This is Tuesday, no one will be there.”

  “Damn, the report says the North Shore is flat and there’s nine foot swells on the West Shore with an offshore breeze.” Darlene said.

  Lani automatically slowed the Jeep. “I don’t want to go to Makaha. The locals there are brutal and it’s the only water on this island where I’ve seen a shark in the waves.”

  “Then whatta we do? We have the whole day off. It’s our last day. We should celebrate.”

  Lani threw back her head and laughed. “Let’s go to our island anyway. We can paddle out, swim and drink the beers in the cooler. No one will be there. It will be like we own the place.”

  At Haleiwa, Lani took the King Kam Highway along the coast. The traffic was light, mostly tourists. As they drove parallel to the beach, Lani checked out the surf and sure enough the swells were miniscule. But the sky was deep blue with small puffy white clouds and the ocean a sparkling gem.

  Their island was just a big hunk of coral with a mound of sand in the middle located off Laniakea, a well-known surf spot. On the surf side there was a twenty-foot stretch of fine-white sand. To get to it, you could wade through the shallows and swim over a deep cut where the current was strong, and then wade up on the other side. Or you could jump on your board and paddle, which is what they did.

  Lani carried the cooler and Darlene put the beach mats and two towels on her board. They paddled across the small stretch of water and around to the island’s beach side. When they had a small camp set up, Darlene lay back on her mat and sighed. “No surf, but the sun feels just fine and there’s no one here at all.”

  They each cracked a beer, sipped and soaked up some rays. A sudden male voice was a totally unwelcome surprise.

  “No surf today. You two fine wahines want to party?”

  Darlene sat up and Lani cringed. Darlene had a sharp tongue. “Do we look like we want to party? We were enjoying ourselves. Take a hike, bro.”

  The surfer was carrying a short board. He appeared to be about their age, surfer body, local guy
, dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes. His friend was blonde with blue eyes, short with a flat stomach and a ribbed six pack. Darlene and Lani had grown up with this kind of guy. They weren’t interested.

  “My name’s Lono,” the local guy said. “Why don’t you girls want to be friendly? We’re good-looking guys. You’re hot wahines. Let’s party.”

  “We got boyfriends, jerkwad,” Darlene said. “Do we look desperate to you? Get lost.”

  The blonde found his voice. He put his board down and squatted in the sand next to Lani. “How about you? You ain’t said nothing.”

  A shiver of fear shot goose-bumps up and down Lani’s arms. They were out here alone. There was no one who would come to their aid if these two got rough or pushed the issue. They could be raped.

  She grabbed Darlene’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Together, they ran into the water laughing. The guys watched them through narrowed eyes as Lani leaned close to Darlene and whispered in her ear. “They’re dangerous.”

  Darlene nodded.

  “Play along with me.”

  Lani pulled Darlene’s face close to hers and kissed her. She’d never kissed a woman before. Darlene’s lips were soft, much softer than any man’s. She was surprised at the sudden jolt of sexual excitement.

  She pulled her lips away and wrapped her arm around Darlene’s neck. “Go away,” she yelled to the two surfers staring at them from the beach while they bobbed in the small swells. “Can’t you see we want to be alone?”

  “You two lesbians?” The local guy yelled.

  Darlene giggled and kissed Lani. “Yes,” she answered when the kiss ended.

  “Fuckin’A, bro,” the blonde guy said to his friend. “They’re dikes.”

  Lono didn’t want to give up what he’d assumed was a gimmee. Lani saw determination in his eyes and knew he would have raped them if he’d had the chance. “Come on,” she said to Darlene. “Let’s swim out a little further.”

  “We can outswim them if we have to,” Darlene said. “We can swim back to shore.”