Mark was standing on the other side fidgeting with his jacket sleeve. I watched him raise his hand to knock again and remembered our arrangement and my hunger. I pushed down on the door handle and swung it open.
“Oh…um…” his eyes scanned my outfit, lingering on my breasts, and then stopping on the pistol in my hand. “I..it’s two…”
“Come in,” I reached out with my free hand and tugged him in by the front of his jacket. I closed the door and walked past him.
What the fuck? Is that a gun? Look at her.
I tossed my pistol into the open case against the wall and turned on my heels. My own blood was rushing; I could feel my hunger start to play with my thoughts. I turned on my heels and looked at him from across the room. He was six feet from the door, frozen where he stood, and staring at me like a deer in the headlights.
“Take your clothes off,” I said, deciding that, dressed like I was, I had might as well play the dominance card, take charge of the activities I had planned.
He slipped his jacket off and then started on the buttons of his shirt. His eyes didn’t leave mine while he moved.
God, she’s so fucking hot. Pistols? Look at those tits. Fuck, I can’t wait to see her naked. This is going to happen! I wish I was taller. Fuck, I’m already getting hard.
He finished with the bottom button and slipped the fabric over his shoulders revealing the body I had imagined. His chest was a jigsaw of muscles. His skin was tan and every move he made showed across him, each muscle moving in concert. His hands started on his pants and I saw his fingers slip over the waist.
“Just the pants,” I said.
He nodded, pulled down the zipper, and then shimmied out of the polyester uniform. His legs were tree trunks sticking out from under his boxers. His manhood was at attention, hard, and pointing at his waistband. I could hear the blood flowing through him, the thumping of his heart. He was intimidated, a little embarrassed, but trying to bury it. He looked back up at me and I smiled.
“You’re a swimmer,” I said, letting my gaze go back over every muscle as he stood there and slightly nodded. I pulled the remaining pistol from my holster and set it on the dresser. His eyes followed my every move. I unclipped my belt and swung it over the chair behind me and then pulled the pin out of my hair and let it fall over my shoulders.
“There,” I said. “Feel better?”
Mark nodded his head. His thoughts were a scramble of fear, desire, and confusion. I measured all of my options. A part of me, the hungry part, wanted to fly at him, dig my fangs into his neck, hold his terrified body against mine, and suck the life from him; but there was another part. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man in the photo on the dresser. His smile, the way he looked at me the night I told him what I was. The look in his eye of fear and fascination as he we sat across from each other naked and sweating after just making love. It had been thrilling, fucking him again after he knew and it had been years since anyone had touched me the way he had.
I looked at Mark, standing there horny and afraid, and wondered what he would do. Wondered how he would react. I started to walk toward him, pushing my hunger to the back of my mind. He was almost shivering as I approached, standing there naked; his cock defying his fear. I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned toward him until our lips touched.
His lips were soft and pliant. I pressed into him, wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him close. He gave and I felt his hands on my waist as I kissed him again.
My head was fuzzy; I could hear his blood rushing. I thought of Andrew and slipped my tongue into his mouth. His met mine and I opened my mouth wider. I wanted him now; wanted him to touch me, hold me, take me. I pressed my hips against his hard muscle and he ground it between my legs. I felt myself start to warm to his touch, the sensations tingling along every nerve.
I left his mouth and moved to his neck. My lips brushed against the artery, I could feel each beat of his heart, almost smell the blood moving under the skin. I licked his neck and nibbled on his ear as his fingers pulled the knot free on my corset. I felt it loosen around me and remembered the look on Andrew’s face every time he saw my breasts, the playful excitement; the desire that would swim in his eyes.
His hand slithered up the front of me and found my breast. First he squeezed it through the fabric as he kissed my neck and then he reached in and pulled it up and over the cloth. He kneaded the flesh and my head swam with the cocktail of pleasure and hunger. His fingers found my nipple and brushed around the sensitive skin. I took a breath and he pulled my hips tighter against him, moving his flesh between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet.
He ducked his head to my breast and bit into the flesh, a little flash of pain shot through me. Oh, he likes it a little rough, I thought, and almost giggled at the idea. Andrew, once he knew, played that he was like me, making a little snicking sound before he pretended to bite my neck.
My fingers tangled in Mark’s hair as his lips found the hardness of my nipple and he sucked it in and rolled his rough tongue across the pink flesh. I let him play for a few moments, closing my eyes, and just enjoying his attentions.
“I want you,” he whispered.
I pushed away from him and took a step back. He was breathing harder now, his body rising and falling, and his cock thumping away in his boxers. There was a little wet spot against the waistband. I pulled the corset over my head and tossed it away letting my breasts bounce into place. His eyes looked as hungry as I felt. I bent over and unlaced my boots. I grinned and tugged my pants over my ass and then stepped out of them. He licked his lips when he saw me come into view, my mound, perfectly hairless and glistening in front of him.
“Take them off,” I pointed at the thin fabric around his waist.
He slipped them down his thighs and then kicked them across the floor. His throbbing cock pointed straight at me.
I remembered Andrew’s cock, the way it waved at me when he stripped before we fucked. I ran my hands over my body, around my breasts and down my sides as he watched. I am not sure he could have been more excited.
I slithered onto the bed and turned toward him. I spread my legs wide and ran a finger in between my folds. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. He started to walk toward me but I stopped him.
“We have to make a deal, Mark,” I started, “this is more than you think it is.”
I don’t know why I suddenly wanted to tell him, maybe it was the thought of the secrets I had kept from Andrew, the idea that a secret was little better than a lie.
“Anything,” Mark said, watching my fingers circle my muff, mesmerized.
“I need to eat.”
He looked into my eyes and I listened to his thoughts again.
Eat? You want to eat before we…what do you mean, eat?
I let my fangs go and felt them slide down and press against my lower lip.
His eyes grew wide.
In less than a blink, I flew across at him, wrapped him in my arms, and tossed us both onto the bed landing us so that I was straddling his waist, facing him, with his cock pressed against the heat of my mound.
He gasped and looked around, but I secured his arms above his head, my strength overpowering him, my breasts dangling inches from his lips. I shifted my hips and ran my cunt along the length of him until he closed his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re going to cum more than once.” I dragged my nipple along his bottom lip while I continued to slide along his shaft, feeling him throb against me. “I am just going to have to eat at some point.”
He shook his head violently at the sound of it.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt and you won’t die. I just need a little.”
He opened his eyes and I could see that his mind was wrestling his body. He was terrified but he couldn’t ignore our body’s motion, that primal need in every human changed or otherwise.
I loosened my grip on his wrists. “Do you understand?”
“Good,” I smiled, “because I want your cock in me.” I slid my hips forward until I found the tip of him. I buried him between my lips and then pushed. He parted me and began to slide in. I closed my eyes feeling my gash stretch around his hardness. It felt so good, the pressure of him moving into me, sliding deeper. I lowered myself slowly, drinking him into my darkness. “There,” I moaned and felt my body shiver; the waves of an orgasm wash over me, my juices dripping out. I let go of him and sat back moaning as he filled me completely, touched the core of me.
His hands found my hips and he gripped each side of me. He was as strong as Andrew had been, lifting my little body up while his hips moved beneath me. I grabbed my breasts as he started to find a rhythm, bouncing me against him, impaling me with his cock.
“How does it feel,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his face slightly strained as he moved back and forth.
“Amazing,” I said, lowering my chest, moving my breasts to his mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He sucked and nibbled hungrily as I started to meet his thrusts. I pressed my swollen clit into his hip, grinding myself close to another climax as I felt the pressure inside of his stiffness build.
He was close. I pulled myself free and ducked down between his legs.
“Where are…oh.” He cooed as I slipped him into my mouth.
I could taste my own orgasm on his flesh; feel the vein along the top of him pulsing between my fangs. I sucked him deeper and let the edges press into his flesh just hard enough to make him moan. He was close. I lifted and then dove again, letting my tongue slither along the underside, the most sensitive part of his manhood.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned the words.
I pulled off and smiled up at him while he throbbed and pulsed against my fingers. “Good, I want you to come in my mouth.”
I slipped him back in and sucked him to the back of my throat. His hips pushed forward and I felt his hot essence. I thought of Andrew, how he loved for me to suck him off, and his hand on the back of my head as he pushed himself into me. I drank the first few and then pulled free and slipped my fangs into his thigh while I milked his cock with my hand sending another jet of come onto his belly. He gasped as I started to drink and then moaned at the mix of pleasure and pain.
His blood was hot and gushing. I closed my eyes and drank him in, feeling him slide down my throat. I slipped a finger into myself and felt another climax wash through me. I drank until his cock started to go limp. I pulled away and took a deep breath of contentment, sated.
Mark opened his eyes and grinned down at me; his expression calm and happy.
I thought of Andrew, the way he used to look after we had both just come; his little grin of satisfaction. I crawled on top of Mark and kissed him hungrily. I wrapped my thighs on either side of him and flipped us until he was on top.
“Fuck me again,” I said, licking my lips clean. “Fuck me until I tell you to stop.” I needed the distraction from the only other thought in my mind.
We kept up our pattern, orgasm and feast, until a sliver of sunlight showed through the curtains and I made him get up and close the heavier curtains and the room was dark again. He climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around me. I felt amazing, like I had felt years before with the man who I was now supposed to kill. But that thought would have to wait until the sun had set. That thought would have to wait until my tomorrow.
To Be Continued…
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Katie pushed a finger between Max’s folds in attempt to stop her and Max looked over, “Um, told me how much she enjoyed your cock.”
Katie smiled at her roommate and slowly spread Max’s delicate lips with her fingers.
Dave watched Katie spread Max’s pussy wide in front of the camera and couldn’t help but slide his hand up the length of himself and then back down. Max’s pussy was hairless, pink, and glistening with excitement. His cock pulsed and twitched in his hand as he imagined slowly pressing it into her, standing between her legs and fucking her. He squeezed his hand tighter and pulled again.
“You like that, don’t you Dave?” Katie said, watching him slowly rub himself. “You like Max’s pussy?”
Dave nodded at the camera in front of him, his hand moving up and down while his eyes stayed glued on the two.
“You like it when I play with other girls?” She moved her fingers around Max’s juicy muff, rubbing Max’s little swollen clit and watching as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pulses of pleasure. “You know what I was doing when you called, Dave?” Katie looked back over at the screen and watched Dave shake his head and swallow hard as he watched her fingers move and Max’s body start to slither under her touch.
Katie grinned and then looked at Max who was moaning softly with her eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth. “Max was fucking my brains out, Dave; fucking me like I have never been fucked before.”
Max opened her eyes and smiled at the compliment. She reached up and rubbed Katie’s breast with her hand while Katie swung her fingers around her clit, bringing her closer and closer to letting go. She closed her eyes again, still squeezing her friend’s tit, and feeling the orgasm rush toward her.
“I thought I would return the favor while you watched, Dave. It’s kind of a turn on, you know, you watching us fuck.” Katie said, loving the way the word fuck sounded when she said it. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. It was as if every word brought her closer. She leaned over into Max’s neck, inhaled her perfume, and whispered. “I am going to fuck you so hard while he watches.” She pressed another finger into Max’s snatch and Max arched her back and thrust her hips against Katie’s hand.
“Yes, please,” she purred.
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Amelie dropped down on all fours and crawled over to the errant paper, picked it up and then looked at Ms. Stevenson.
Jane could barely control herself. When Amelie lowered herself to all fours and began crawling across the floor, she held her breath. She ran her eyes along every curve of the young woman, and as she watched the flow and movement of her body she felt the heat between her legs rise. It was thrilling watching her obey without question. Her heart started beating faster.
Amelie, kneeling on the floor with the paper in her hand, stared up at her boss. She was still a little stunned by what was happening, but she liked it. She liked the idea that Ms. Stevenson was getting turned on by her obedience. She thought of all the men she had seduced, all the men she had pushed to the very edges of their limitations before giving them release, but this was somehow better, more sensual, more exciting.
It was the one thing on her list. She had never been with another woman. Her heart was racing. She wondered what they would do, how Ms. Stevenson would handle her, what she would demand her to do.
Jane stared down at her and watched a little grin of recognition trace itself across her lips. She was excited and scared at the same time. She wanted the little assistant kneeling on the floor in the middle of her office more than she had ever wanted anyone. She wanted to live all of the fantasies she had the night before. It felt almost wrong, ordering the young woman to fulfill her sexual desires, but she didn’t care, she craved it, she needed it. She blinked and tried to remain as composed as possible. It was important to maintain control.
“What else?” Amelie asked. “What else do you want me to do?”
“Come here,” Jane said.
Amelie smiled and dropped down to her hands and knees again before crawling across the floor. The hardwood was cool on her hands and hard against her knees as she moved, but she didn’t care. All sh
e wanted now was to obey, to give her boss what she wanted, to offer herself to her needs. She moved around the edge of the desk, and up to Ms. Stevenson’s knees. Everything inside of her wanted to lift her head and climb into the chair; straddle her boss and press her body against her. But she didn’t. She hadn’t been told to and it didn’t matter what she wanted; only what she was told to do.
Jane looked down at her; the little bun of hair on the back of her neck was loose, a few strands hung free, falling down on either side of Amelie’s face. “Sit up,” she whispered the words and Amelie lifted herself to her knees. “Unbutton your blouse.”
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“I can help you with that.” I say standing within arm’s reach and looking down at the beast in his trousers. He looks at me, confusion sweeps across his face and eyes. He’s struggling I can tell. “Shhh…”I whisper and lean over in front of him showing him my chest, my hard nipples, my pert tits. I lay my hand on his leg and feel his muscles tense. I’m a couple inches in front of it. I grin and slide my hand up his thigh until my fingertip touches the naked skin. He sucks in a breath and just looks at me and then at my chest and then back at me without a word. He wants me, I am sure of it. Wants to straddle his cock, let it slide between my legs and find my dark wetness. I slither my hand higher, under the leg of his boxers, until I can wrap my hand around him. He’s so thick. The skin is so hot. His arm reaches out and slips around my waist but I stand firm, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking my head. “No,” I say. “I’m going to help you with this.” I give his cock a little squeeze as it throbs in my hand. I look over him. Take a deep breath of his cologne. God, he’s so hot, so big. I slide my hand back and forth on his member, tugging him gently as the boxer leg rises and my hand is free. He’s just poking out now. I look down and see the thin fabric scrunched around his balls.
I look down at the size and heft of his flesh in my hand. It’s huge and I can’t help but imagine it inside me. I’m going ride that cock to heaven, I think to myself. Ride it and ride it and ride it.
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