Antique store

Turn right in route 27. You have 10 minutes till your arrival came from the GPS on the phone.The street was lined with oak and maple trees. It was like stepping back in time on the cobble stone road. Looking down at his phone saying it was has past eight. Still have over a hour till he had to meet with Ms. Ridden about the apartment. Jeremy knew that it would be a while before he’d actually have to be in need of a job.   After his retirement from the military and the money his mother had left him. Jeremy wanted to enjoy life and fresh clean start, were no one knew of his family or his past.
Pulling into a diner THE GRIZZLY for breakfast.Jeremy thought he’d take his time. No rush,no demands nobody waiting, just him and what ever he wanted to do for nearly the first time in twenty-three years. Walking into the front door a young lady with purple streaks in her hair. Hey you can grasp a seat at the counter or next to the window and I’ll be right over. Sitting at the third both. A sigh of relief of being of the road.  Good morning and how are you this morning. Handing Jeremy a menu saying my name is Cameron. Looking at her with a bewildered look and thinking purple and blonde hair that would never fly with his strict Baptist and Chaotic home. It was all yes ma’am and no ma’am. Even to the maid and help. His mother demanded his respect.  Jeremy was always taught  to no matter how much you hate the person, the job and position and uniform deserves and demand respect.
Looking over the menu smiling telling Cameron he’d like a breakfast called the Rocky Express and a grape juice. Smiling at him Saying you not from around here. The Rocky is a heart stopper laughing. It’s ok if the Navy and Chief Fields did stop my heart nothing will. With the brightest smile Cameron had ever seen.
It had seemed like a month of Sunday’s since he’d had real eggs , not powder or liquid eggs but real honest eggs from a chicken. Looking down at his watch saying it was nine twenty-seven. Thinking I’ll have enough time for just one more coffee.
Waiting for his check Jeremy noticed that it had gotten a little crowded.  Laughing and joking with the customer in the next booth. Handming Jeremy a slip of paper that said your bill has been paid. Have a blessed day and thank you for your service in the military .
LOVE CAMERON.  
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You have arrived came from the phone. Jeremy pulled his purple 54 chevy pickup; into a spot on the other side of the street from Memorable Treasures. Looking around the antiques. Seeing a mug the said West Virginia with a black bear on it and several cat eyes marbles big enough to shock a horse. May I help you said from behind the counter was a dirty redheaded young middle aged girl saying what can I do to help you . My name is Kellie Jo if you need anything. Thank you but I’m here to see about an apartment. Ms.Ridden stepped out to get some donations from Genesis Fellowshp . If you’d like we have a coffee counter in the back. Following Kellie to the back Jeremy said I like mine black and extremely sweet. Laughing Kellie told him that it couldn’t be sweeter because I’m pouring it. Sliding the cup of coffee to Jeremy asking what brings him here as the phone started ringing Kellie Jo sighs. Picking up the phone hello this is Memorable Treasures With a few ahh Haas
Ok I’ll tell your mom you called. Turning to Jeremy that was Tina Ms. Nadine’s daughter, she lives in Denver she recently gone though a messy divorce.
Kellie looked at a older gentleman that came behind the counter. Mr.Ridden this is Jeremy here to see the apartment. Let the woman take care of it ,I don’t have the time for all that foolishness said the older gentleman. Let her take care of it. Looking at Jeremy with a annoying grunt I guess you’ll be OK. You look fine and healthy unlike the other guff offs in town . Kellie Jo told Jeremy he could browse wail he waited. Looking around their was a set of old LPs and compact discs everything thing from Elvis Presley to Three Dog Knight and some lady by the name Amy Winehouse his time in the military was probably when she we out. There was a blue tea pot and cup set he could see a king and queen using. Pictures that appeared to have German or Irish scenery. As he was looking though a book shelf. This little older lady that had a warm motherly glow and smile he felt relixed. Hello my name is Nadine. Nadine Ridden. I suppose you Jeremy and here to see the apartment. Yes ma’am. You can enter though the back alley door. The apartment door is just to the left beside the office door in the back,you can come though the store during the day.
The apartment was up 12 stairs. As Nadine was showing the apartment he couldn’t keep from noticing the muriel of the wall of a forest and waterfall. Nadine was telling Jeremy her eldest son Robert had painted the when he was in high school back when it was a small town Caff’e. That is a beautiful piece of work. Smiling she said proud both of her kids were extremely talented. The Robert enjoys painting and woodworking that Tina played piano and guitar for the church since she was fifteen Tina also wrote poetry.
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That following Saturday KellieJo knocked on the down stairs door asking for Jeremy’s help. Wasn’t like he had any plans. Looking through boxes with KellieJo going to the old chest type phonograph the had been there in the McAfee since she had grown up,but then it was in the back where the coffee counter is but was a small dance floor. Turning the radio on . Smiling Jeremy said music is always nice. Today is Saturday and the fair is up and running across town so chances are it will be just the two of us this afternoon. Smiling at Jeremy, KellieJo thought how she’d like to dance the day away in the arms of such a man as him. But Jeremy was so secretive about his past. Was he a murderous made man or in witness protection or just plainly hiding.
Handing Jeremy a cup of coffee and told him it was her specialty blend. We have five boxes to go through. Two are by the door up front and the three here on the coffee counter. After taking a drink and shaking of the hit of caffeine and sweet. Digging through the first box saying looking like all cloths in box one. Here is something that looks like something that my grandma would wear to Mass on Sunday but if a am remembering right. This one would not work at Mass grinning. Long Black and cut low enough to see a belle button and slit on both sides up to the hips. All the rest looks like jeans and more jeans.
Out of the last box KellieJo pulled out a eighties boom box . lets see if it works, pulling it to a plug behind the counter plugging it in and turning it till something came in loud and clear. Jeremy smiled at KellieJo look what is in the box a cassette tape that said only. DANCE TUNES . Putting it in was a voice say how he hated to leave to go to NYU but that he loved you so much, see you at Christmas and I LOVE YOU CHANTELL, the music started as the sky was growing gray. Offering his hand as True by SPANDAU BALLET may I have this dance. Soon after KellieJo and Jeremy lean in to kiss as Nadine open the front door ans saying good morning.
Neither one had relies they had dance through the evening and night. Smiling inconspicuous at Jeremy, Kellie Jo said with out thinking I’ll buy breakfast if you drive.

Vampire

*Chapter 1: The Hunter Fails* The blood-sucking bitch was finally mine. Before me, in the basement under the enormous mansion, stood a black, polished coffin. I gripped my wooden stake and removed the lid slowly. My heart sank to find it was empty. I tried to turn around sharply to look behind me but found myself completely unable to move. All I could do was blink and breathe. Nothing else. A pale, delicate hand appeared from behind me and crept over my left shoulder to place itself on my chest. “Hmm, so close and yet so far!” purred a woman’s voice in an English accent. It was sweet and young, but husky like a fingernail running softly down the back. Another hand appeared and took the stake, tossing it aside with disdain. The nails were long and sharp, like needles. “You won’t be needing that thing darling. Here, let me take a better look at you.” She walked around to stand in front of me. She wore nothing but a black, laced choker, a single black pearl earring, and a piercing in the center of her bottom lip. Despite being hundreds of years old, she appeared as a woman in her mid-20s. Were it not for her large, ruby-red eyes piercing me, I might have mistaken her for someone out of an old black and white flick, her flawless skin was like pale silver, with a very subtle sparkle. Her long, wavy hair was jet black and looked soft to touch. Ugh, no! I couldn’t think like that! She was a bloodthirsty leech! I couldn’t fall under her spell! I tried to break our eye contact, but could only vacate my eyes to other parts of her perfectly sculpted body. Her tits were a little small but perky and inviting, her nipples were almost grey, and the right one was pierced. Her right arm was adorned with a beautiful tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon. She stood scanning me head to toe and smiled. “Very nice. Dark, handsome. Strong, but not too big. Definitely can’t just drink you and throw you away…” I merely blinked and she was now standing right in front of me, her cold hand on my cheek. Her eyes were misleadingly those of an innocent and helpless young woman, but shrouded in black eyeliner, and eye shadow that went from black to blood-red just under her thin, hooked shaped eyebrows. Her nose, chin, and cheeks were sharp and sexy, and her lips were small but thick and black, truer to her nature. She took her hand off of my cheek and fixated her gaze on my neck. *Chapter 2: No Free Will* Still frozen in time, my heart began to pound and I began to scream inside as she opened her mouth, and two dagger-like fangs emerged. I groaned as I felt a sharp, searing pain as she plunged them into my neck, but only for a moment. After about five seconds of agony, the pain softened, and I felt a cold liquid swirl into my neck and then through the rest of my body, which turned the pain into a pleasurable tingling sensation, flowing through me like a river. My eyes softly fell shut, and I felt myself drift off into a meditative, dream-like state. The desperate, fearful thoughts in my head began to dissolve. I went from panicking about never seeing my wife and kids again to forgetting their names, to forgetting they existed, to not thinking at all. The fear for my life was dulled to calmness and thoughtlessness. Not only could I no longer move, but I could also no longer think. I could only stand there and feel this pleasant sensation flowing gently through my body, listening to the vampire joyously suck and slurp my blood. The tingling liquid in my veins began to flow faster, the tingling grew more intense, and my hearing faded out into momentary silence. And then, her voice echoed in my mind. “Valencia,” she said. “Know that name, thrall. Know me, an unending thirst for pleasure, and nothing else.” Out of the darkness of my closed eyes, she walked towards me smiling, wiping my blood from her lips, “Valantha” her name continued to echo in my head. Her eyes turned completely black, and the tingling that was getting faster had seemed to change its source from her fangs nested in my neck, to my cock. Her smile turned to a grin, and she let out an almost deafening cry of ecstasy. It was the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to give her pleasure, and perhaps she would return it? My eyes opened themselves, and I was standing naked, my cock as hard as a rock, still tingling and reverberating through the rest of me. I could feel my body again, move if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I was content standing staring at mistress Valantha. She alone occupied my mind, nothing else. I lived for her. That was how it has always been after all right? She walked over to me and wrapped her long fingers around my cock, her fingers underneath and her thumb on top, stroking ever so slowly. “Listen to thrall, you are mine for the next month to play with and to feed on. Fail to impress me, and I shall drink you dry and feed you to my wolves. Do me proud, and I shall make you a vampire. Nobody has ever made me proud.” I had no objections. No opinion even. She hissed at me and flared her fangs, and moved her hand from my dick to my neck, gripping it tightly. “Did you fucking hear me?!” she growled. “Yes mistress Valantha” I moaned in response. “Then fucking answer” she whispered in my ear. “I’m still thirsty. I will drink a little more, then we shall play.” She returned her hand to my cock, her thumb resting on the tip and slowly rubbing it, and she plunged her fangs into my neck once more. I groaned in pain, then smiled. “Thank you mistress Valantha”. Chapter 3 – Settling in Naked. Helpless. Mindless. This is how I lay on the floor of this dimly lit basement, with Mistress Valantha’s silver-like body looming over me, moaning with pleasure as she sucked the blood from my neck. I lay neatly for her on my back with my arms by my side, and she was on top of me positioned like a black and white cat about to pounce, her head nestled into my neck, her back arched, and her ass in the air. Her long black hair cascaded over my face, and her chest was pressed up against mine. Her nipples felt hard, and the silver ring that adorned her pierced nipple felt cold on my skin. I felt no fear, no urges, and surprisingly little pain. My mistress was feeding and wished to play with me afterward, this satisfied me. It was my purpose. She’d promised to make me a vampire if I pleased her, but whether this happened or not made no difference to me. I had no hope or ambition, her will was my will. She pulled her head away and looked down at me, her tongue emerged from behind her fangs and slowly licked the blood from her leathery black lips, her red eyes had an eery glow. She straightened her back to sit up over me, still glaring down at me she placed her hands over her tits and began to softly rub and squeeze them. “Your blood is delicious, thrall. Now sleep, you’ll need your strength when you awake” she whispered in my ear. I immediately fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 4: The First Trial I awoke in a luxurious room. I was laying on the floor on a thick, soft red carpet, looking out of glass doors at a balcony outside. The moon was full and bright, its glow amplified by the clouds that gathered around it. “Wakey wakey darling” purred Valantha behind me. I dare not turn around to face her in case she didn’t want me to. I became aware of a black leather collar around my neck, as Valantha tugged at the long chain attached to it. “Haha, are we shy now thrall? Or is the moon so beautiful that you cannot turn away?” I rolled over to face her. The room was dimly lit by candlelight, which gave a slight orange hue to her mostly colorless appearance. She sat on a large red leather chair, her pale thin legs crossed hiding her pussy, her hair flowing down to her shapely hips. She held the chain in one hand and rested her small sharp chin on the other. “It…it ..i…” I stammered. “Oh?! Are you trying to speak, my dear?” she asked. “It is…not beau..beauty…full. Not beautiful. As mistress… Valantha” I moaned like a lovesick zombie. “Awww, sweet mortal. You’re off to a good start. Come to me!” she yanked the chain with frightening force. I hurried up onto my hands and knees, and scrambled towards her on all fours, like a dog that hadn’t eaten in weeks being offered a bone. Her small black lips curved into a smirk and she bit her lip piercing as she watched me hurry towards her. I waited there on my knees, and she leaned forward and grabbed my head softly by my chin. “Look at you. You came here with a wooden stake in your hand, a cross in your pocket, and a gun on your belt. Toys. Now that’s exactly what you are. A toy.” she feigned sympathy as she spoke. “Usually, a thrall only has the ability to speak when it has been commanded to them, yet you even thanked me when I first took you under my wing.” She threw me to the ground so I was back on all fours. “I wish to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” she turned to a growl, her voice echoing through me. She stood up and lifted her right leg to place her barefoot on my back. She still held the chain in one hand and held out the other, and a black foggy substance materialized around it. It began to come together and solidify into the form of a long whip. She gritted her fangs and grunted as she cracked the whip against my bare ass. A burning sting rippled across my ass cheeks, but it felt good too. Had I done this before? With my wife -… with another woman? Another human? Impossible. Valantha was my entire existence, and always had been! How dare the thought of another woman attempt to cross my empty mind! “Th… Thank you Mistress Valantha! Thank you!” She smiled. The whip cracked again. The pain was stronger, but so was the pleasure. I thanked her again. “Good boy” she purred. She whipped again, twice in succession. One strong, sharp strike on each cheek. “Thank you, thank you!” I could feel my pale little ass cheeks begin to glow red, but it wasn’t enough for me. “Please Mistress Valantha, harder and faster I beg you!” She hissed loudly, “Haha! I like you boy! You truly are out to please!” My dick began to harden quickly as she whipped again and again in quick succession, one two three four, crack crack crack crack! I moaned in simultaneous pain and ecstasy, “Thank you, Mistress! Oh! Thank you!” She stopped whipping and held the whip above her head. It returned to the black mist it was formed from and disappeared. She looked down at me and let out a refreshed sigh as she ran her claws down her pale black and white body. Chapter 5: The First Reward “I grow thirsty again,” she commanded. Mistress Valantha, thirsty? While blood still ran through my veins? Well, that simply wouldn’t do! Immediately I rolled over onto my back, with my arms by my side. She climbed over me as she had before. She hissed viciously at me and her fangs grew longer. “I’m very pleased with you so far darling, and I am not an unkind mistress. As this is your first evening with me, you have earned your reward, just know that you will have to work a bit harder from now on for it. Now enjoy, my precious hunter…” She bit aggressively into my neck and once again began to suck. I lay content, smiling as I listened to her suck and moan as my blood served its purpose of feeding my mistress. As she sucked, she moved her hips and positioned her pussy onto my erect cock. From the tip of the head, I felt her vagina soak in an instant, as if on command. She began to move her hips up and down, softly and gracefully. I felt the top half of my throbbing cock being caressed by the inside of her tight pussy, and I let out a sigh as she moved her right hand down my hip and started rubbing her clit. From where I was lying I could see the cheeks of her magnificent pale ass bobbing up and down as she began to pick up speed. I found myself jealous of the wolf tattoo on the arm she used to finger her clit, as it was closer. She hissed as, without warning, her graceful, careful hip movements jumped to a fast hard fuck. I heard the floorboard underneath the carpet we lay on creak rapidly as it struggled to keep up with her. My cock began to tingle and throb harder and harder as she rode it furiously. We both began to moan and she began to suck my blood harder as her speed picked up even further to levels a human couldn’t achieve. Our moans turned to screams as my cock began to fill up with searing hot cum as she rammed it into her deep, tight pussy. She stopped fingering her clit and grabbed my hair tightly. As my climax approached, she tore her head away from my neck and pierced my gaze with her massive red eyes, a drop of blood ran down over her luscious black lips and onto her chin She straightened her back and I had a glorious view of the vampiress for my climax. As her small but plentiful tits and her wavy black hair bounced up and down as she fucked me like the dirty fucking animal I was, and as we moaned and screamed and hissed, the cum shot up my cock, and I blew my hot load all over inside the mistress. “Oh!OH! Yes! Yes! Oh mistress, fuck! Yes!” She leaned over and planted a rough kiss on my lips. She then stood up off of me and looked down at me. “You are such a good little thrall, I knew it would be a waste to drink you there and then. Thank me for sparing you.” “Thank you Mistress Valantha.” She paused and looked around a little. “…for what?” “Thank you for sparing me, Mistress Valantha.” “Good boy. Now thank me for allowing you the honor of cumming inside me.” “Thank you for allowing me the honor of cumming inside you, Mistress Valantha.” I panted heavily. “Aww, poor baby is tired! Sleep thrall. Sleep. I will awake you when you are required again.” My eyes drifted shut, and I fell into darkness once more. Chapter 6 – Final Awakening For the last of what is now many times, I awoke according to Mistress Valantha’s will. I was naked on my knees beside her as she stood at her balcony looking out into the night, her wolves gathering on the lawn below and howling. She was stroking my head softly, and I looked up to her. She wore a black leather jacket and black hot pants, her pale silver legs exposed to the elements. She looked down at me smiled, her lip piercing and large red eyes flashing at me, her long black hair flowing gracefully in the gentle night breeze. “Wakey wakey hunter. My dear hunter. Oh, you’ve been the best thrall I have ever had.” “Thank you Mistress Valantha” I droned. “Alas, it’s almost time. Do you recall how long you have been mine?” My mind froze for a moment. “I… I have always been… yours.” She laughed and feigned sympathy. “Only a month, my darling. And so tomorrow, I decide whether to turn you into a vampire, allow you to join us… Or I drink every drop of blood in your body and feed your remains to my dear wolves down there.” Again, just as she had told me this before, I had no opinion. So as long the result was the Mistress’ will, I was content. She stopped stroking my head and grabbed my hair. “Whatever shall I do? I think I shall play with you one last time before I decide. Come.” She walked back into the room behind us and I followed eagerly, closing the balcony doors behind me. Valantha removed her leather jacket and threw it aside, it dissolved into black mist before hitting the ground. The same with her red corset, and leather pants. She now stood as she had many times before, her glorious, pale body exposed, with only her choker and piercings remaining on her. I felt jealous of them, constantly one with her skin, particularly the silver ring hanging from her nipple. Chapter 7 – Unholy Final Trial She held out her hands and spread her fingers, and I flew backward hitting the wall. I found myself sticking to it, restrained, my arms and legs spread wide. The Mistress ran her hand down my body from my chest. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard, a little too hard. She laughed as she held it and used it almost like some kind of handle to turn me around so that I was upside down, still restrained against the wall. She pushed the sole of her foot against my face. “Worship my feet. Worship them! Make me feel as though you would love them were they not even attached to my legs!” I did so eagerly and passionately. This was true, I would still love them because they were hers. At her command, I would devote my life to looking after them. I licked and kissed every inch of the wrinkled soles that she roughly rubbed up and down my face. They felt cold as she’d had them exposed to the winter air, but this bothered me not. I sucked her toes and heel as they crossed over my lips, I licked and licked the arch and top of her foot like a mad dog, using my tongue to memorize the shape of her feet from the tips of her toes to her ankles. “Mmmm, good boy. Good boy.” She purred. She placed her hand on my foot and ran it down my upside-down leg to my cock again, now rock hard. She grabbed it tightly and pulled me up. I was still upside down, but higher on the wall. She flared her fangs and hissed with pleasure and she brought her head to my neck, seemingly tempted to go in for the kill right there and then. She pulled herself away, then turned around and bent over, her asshole in my face. I knew what to do. I licked and kissed her tight little asshole and moaned with pleasure as I did so. My tongue worked around the rim, and I put it up her ass as far as I could and licked and twisted it “Ooh, yes! Keep doing that! Mm,” she hissed again. I sped up and kept going. Even as my tongue grew tired, I dare not stop. She turned herself around again and moved closer to me so that my chin was just below her pussy. “This had better be the best head you shall ever give me, mortal.” “Yes, Mistress Valantha.” I began to lick her pussy and suck her labia as she again soaked her vagina seemingly by command. As I sucked and licked inside and outside of her pink little pussy, my face growing wet, she bit into my ankle and began to suck the blood. “Mmmm” she moaned. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned again, with increasing pleasure as we continued. Finally, she stopped and licked the blood from her lips. She bent down and grabbed my hair, and turned me around so I was longer hanging upside down. She then threw me down from the wall and I caught myself as I hit the ground. “Bend over, mutt.” she barked. I did so immediately, and just as quickly, I felt her whip crack hard and fast against my ass, and then again immediately. “Well keep up your animal, thank me!” “Th-thank you, Mistress! Thank y-” I moaned with pleasure as the whip cracked against my cheeks again, harder and faster than before. “Oh! Thank you!” She whipped and whipped, and I kept up thanking her to the best of my ability. My ass was burning, but I liked it. Chapter 8 – No Mortal Has Ever “Oh, you’ve done so very well, thrall.” Now it’s time for what may be your final pleasure in life, your final honor. Fuck me. Fuck me until I cum.” She threw me on the floor and pounced onto my throbbing hard dick, and began to bounce up and down. I reveled in watching her tits and long hair bounce and jiggle and she rode me up and down. I loved the way her red eyes seem to glow when they widened, the way she bit down onto her pierced, leathery black lips. She growled and screamed and I moaned and yelled her name as she rode me furiously. “Oh! Oh yes, Mistress please! Yes!” usually all I could do was lie there and let her use me, but this time, I found the strength and will to fuck back. I thrust my cock back and forwards, deeper inside her. “Yesss ooooh fuck yes! Yes!” she hissed “No mortal has ever made me cum so fucking good I can feel it coming! Fuck!” she screeched. Her body thrust and thrashed supernaturally as she came harder than I’d ever seen, and we both screamed ear piercingly as the cum fucking exploded out of my cock and into the mistress’s vampiric pussy. For a little while after this, she continued fucking me. She regained composure and looked down at me, still sitting on top of me, her now rugged hair pouring down from her head and hanging over my face. “Thrall, no mortal has ever earned this honor from me. You are going to make a fucking wonderful vampire.” She was panting, exhausted. “Now sleep. Sleep. You have a big night tomorrow…”

Vampire

My second attempt at a Vampire story. This time erotic…

*Chapter 1: The Hunter Fails* The blood-sucking bitch was finally mine. Before me, in the basement under the enormous mansion, stood a black, polished coffin. I gripped my wooden stake and removed the lid slowly. My heart sank to find it was empty. I tried to turn around sharply to look behind me but found myself completely unable to move. All I could do was blink and breathe. Nothing else. A pale, delicate hand appeared from behind me and crept over my left shoulder to place itself on my chest. “Hmm, so close and yet so far!” purred a woman’s voice in an English accent. It was sweet and young, but husky like a fingernail running softly down the back. Another hand appeared and took the stake, tossing it aside with disdain. The nails were long and sharp, like needles. “You won’t be needing that thing darling. Here, let me take a better look at you.” She walked around to stand in front of me. She wore nothing but a black, laced choker, a single black pearl earring, and a piercing in the center of her bottom lip. Despite being hundreds of years old, she appeared as a woman in her mid-20s. Were it not for her large, ruby-red eyes piercing me, I might have mistaken her for someone out of an old black and white flick, her flawless skin was like pale silver, with a very subtle sparkle. Her long, wavy hair was jet black and looked soft to touch. Ugh, no! I couldn’t think like that! She was a bloodthirsty leech! I couldn’t fall under her spell! I tried to break our eye contact, but could only vacate my eyes to other parts of her perfectly sculpted body. Her tits were a little small but perky and inviting, her nipples were almost grey, and the right one was pierced. Her right arm was adorned with a beautiful tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon. She stood scanning me head to toe and smiled. “Very nice. Dark, handsome. Strong, but not too big. Definitely can’t just drink you and throw you away…” I merely blinked and she was now standing right in front of me, her cold hand on my cheek. Her eyes were misleadingly those of an innocent and helpless young woman, but shrouded in black eyeliner, and eye shadow that went from black to blood-red just under her thin, hooked shaped eyebrows. Her nose, chin, and cheeks were sharp and sexy, and her lips were small but thick and black, truer to her nature. She took her hand off of my cheek and fixated her gaze on my neck. *Chapter 2: No Free Will* Still frozen in time, my heart began to pound and I began to scream inside as she opened her mouth, and two dagger-like fangs emerged. I groaned as I felt a sharp, searing pain as she plunged them into my neck, but only for a moment. After about five seconds of agony, the pain softened, and I felt a cold liquid swirl into my neck and then through the rest of my body, which turned the pain into a pleasurable tingling sensation, flowing through me like a river. My eyes softly fell shut, and I felt myself drift off into a meditative, dream-like state. The desperate, fearful thoughts in my head began to dissolve. I went from panicking about never seeing my wife and kids again to forgetting their names, to forgetting they existed, to not thinking at all. The fear for my life was dulled to calmness and thoughtlessness. Not only could I no longer move, but I could also no longer think. I could only stand there and feel this pleasant sensation flowing gently through my body, listening to the vampire joyously suck and slurp my blood. The tingling liquid in my veins began to flow faster, the tingling grew more intense, and my hearing faded out into momentary silence. And then, her voice echoed in my mind. “Valencia,” she said. “Know that name, thrall. Know me, an unending thirst for pleasure, and nothing else.” Out of the darkness of my closed eyes, she walked towards me smiling, wiping my blood from her lips, “Valantha” her name continued to echo in my head. Her eyes turned completely black, and the tingling that was getting faster had seemed to change its source from her fangs nested in my neck, to my cock. Her smile turned to a grin, and she let out an almost deafening cry of ecstasy. It was the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to give her pleasure, and perhaps she would return it? My eyes opened themselves, and I was standing naked, my cock as hard as a rock, still tingling and reverberating through the rest of me. I could feel my body again, move if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I was content standing staring at mistress Valantha. She alone occupied my mind, nothing else. I lived for her. That was how it has always been after all right? She walked over to me and wrapped her long fingers around my cock, her fingers underneath and her thumb on top, stroking ever so slowly. “Listen to thrall, you are mine for the next month to play with and to feed on. Fail to impress me, and I shall drink you dry and feed you to my wolves. Do me proud, and I shall make you a vampire. Nobody has ever made me proud.” I had no objections. No opinion even. She hissed at me and flared her fangs, and moved her hand from my dick to my neck, gripping it tightly. “Did you fucking hear me?!” she growled. “Yes mistress Valantha” I moaned in response. “Then fucking answer” she whispered in my ear. “I’m still thirsty. I will drink a little more, then we shall play.” She returned her hand to my cock, her thumb resting on the tip and slowly rubbing it, and she plunged her fangs into my neck once more. I groaned in pain, then smiled. “Thank you mistress Valantha”. Chapter 3 – Settling in Naked. Helpless. Mindless. This is how I lay on the floor of this dimly lit basement, with Mistress Valantha’s silver-like body looming over me, moaning with pleasure as she sucked the blood from my neck. I lay neatly for her on my back with my arms by my side, and she was on top of me positioned like a black and white cat about to pounce, her head nestled into my neck, her back arched, and her ass in the air. Her long black hair cascaded over my face, and her chest was pressed up against mine. Her nipples felt hard, and the silver ring that adorned her pierced nipple felt cold on my skin. I felt no fear, no urges, and surprisingly little pain. My mistress was feeding and wished to play with me afterward, this satisfied me. It was my purpose. She’d promised to make me a vampire if I pleased her, but whether this happened or not made no difference to me. I had no hope or ambition, her will was my will. She pulled her head away and looked down at me, her tongue emerged from behind her fangs and slowly licked the blood from her leathery black lips, her red eyes had an eery glow. She straightened her back to sit up over me, still glaring down at me she placed her hands over her tits and began to softly rub and squeeze them. “Your blood is delicious, thrall. Now sleep, you’ll need your strength when you awake” she whispered in my ear. I immediately fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 4: The First Trial I awoke in a luxurious room. I was laying on the floor on a thick, soft red carpet, looking out of glass doors at a balcony outside. The moon was full and bright, its glow amplified by the clouds that gathered around it. “Wakey wakey darling” purred Valantha behind me. I dare not turn around to face her in case she didn’t want me to. I became aware of a black leather collar around my neck, as Valantha tugged at the long chain attached to it. “Haha, are we shy now thrall? Or is the moon so beautiful that you cannot turn away?” I rolled over to face her. The room was dimly lit by candlelight, which gave a slight orange hue to her mostly colorless appearance. She sat on a large red leather chair, her pale thin legs crossed hiding her pussy, her hair flowing down to her shapely hips. She held the chain in one hand and rested her small sharp chin on the other. “It…it ..i…” I stammered. “Oh?! Are you trying to speak, my dear?” she asked. “It is…not beau..beauty…full. Not beautiful. As mistress… Valantha” I moaned like a lovesick zombie. “Awww, sweet mortal. You’re off to a good start. Come to me!” she yanked the chain with frightening force. I hurried up onto my hands and knees, and scrambled towards her on all fours, like a dog that hadn’t eaten in weeks being offered a bone. Her small black lips curved into a smirk and she bit her lip piercing as she watched me hurry towards her. I waited there on my knees, and she leaned forward and grabbed my head softly by my chin. “Look at you. You came here with a wooden stake in your hand, a cross in your pocket, and a gun on your belt. Toys. Now that’s exactly what you are. A toy.” she feigned sympathy as she spoke. “Usually, a thrall only has the ability to speak when it has been commanded to them, yet you even thanked me when I first took you under my wing.” She threw me to the ground so I was back on all fours. “I wish to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” she turned to a growl, her voice echoing through me. She stood up and lifted her right leg to place her barefoot on my back. She still held the chain in one hand and held out the other, and a black foggy substance materialized around it. It began to come together and solidify into the form of a long whip. She gritted her fangs and grunted as she cracked the whip against my bare ass. A burning sting rippled across my ass cheeks, but it felt good too. Had I done this before? With my wife -… with another woman? Another human? Impossible. Valantha was my entire existence, and always had been! How dare the thought of another woman attempt to cross my empty mind! “Th… Thank you Mistress Valantha! Thank you!” She smiled. The whip cracked again. The pain was stronger, but so was the pleasure. I thanked her again. “Good boy” she purred. She whipped again, twice in succession. One strong, sharp strike on each cheek. “Thank you, thank you!” I could feel my pale little ass cheeks begin to glow red, but it wasn’t enough for me. “Please Mistress Valantha, harder and faster I beg you!” She hissed loudly, “Haha! I like you boy! You truly are out to please!” My dick began to harden quickly as she whipped again and again in quick succession, one two three four, crack crack crack crack! I moaned in simultaneous pain and ecstasy, “Thank you, Mistress! Oh! Thank you!” She stopped whipping and held the whip above her head. It returned to the black mist it was formed from and disappeared. She looked down at me and let out a refreshed sigh as she ran her claws down her pale black and white body. Chapter 5: The First Reward “I grow thirsty again,” she commanded. Mistress Valantha, thirsty? While blood still ran through my veins? Well, that simply wouldn’t do! Immediately I rolled over onto my back, with my arms by my side. She climbed over me as she had before. She hissed viciously at me and her fangs grew longer. “I’m very pleased with you so far darling, and I am not an unkind mistress. As this is your first evening with me, you have earned your reward, just know that you will have to work a bit harder from now on for it. Now enjoy, my precious hunter…” She bit aggressively into my neck and once again began to suck. I lay content, smiling as I listened to her suck and moan as my blood served its purpose of feeding my mistress. As she sucked, she moved her hips and positioned her pussy onto my erect cock. From the tip of the head, I felt her vagina soak in an instant, as if on command. She began to move her hips up and down, softly and gracefully. I felt the top half of my throbbing cock being caressed by the inside of her tight pussy, and I let out a sigh as she moved her right hand down my hip and started rubbing her clit. From where I was lying I could see the cheeks of her magnificent pale ass bobbing up and down as she began to pick up speed. I found myself jealous of the wolf tattoo on the arm she used to finger her clit, as it was closer. She hissed as, without warning, her graceful, careful hip movements jumped to a fast hard fuck. I heard the floorboard underneath the carpet we lay on creak rapidly as it struggled to keep up with her. My cock began to tingle and throb harder and harder as she rode it furiously. We both began to moan and she began to suck my blood harder as her speed picked up even further to levels a human couldn’t achieve. Our moans turned to screams as my cock began to fill up with searing hot cum as she rammed it into her deep, tight pussy. She stopped fingering her clit and grabbed my hair tightly. As my climax approached, she tore her head away from my neck and pierced my gaze with her massive red eyes, a drop of blood ran down over her luscious black lips and onto her chin She straightened her back and I had a glorious view of the vampiress for my climax. As her small but plentiful tits and her wavy black hair bounced up and down as she fucked me like the dirty fucking animal I was, and as we moaned and screamed and hissed, the cum shot up my cock, and I blew my hot load all over inside the mistress. “Oh!OH! Yes! Yes! Oh mistress, fuck! Yes!” She leaned over and planted a rough kiss on my lips. She then stood up off of me and looked down at me. “You are such a good little thrall, I knew it would be a waste to drink you there and then. Thank me for sparing you.” “Thank you Mistress Valantha.” She paused and looked around a little. “…for what?” “Thank you for sparing me, Mistress Valantha.” “Good boy. Now thank me for allowing you the honor of cumming inside me.” “Thank you for allowing me the honor of cumming inside you, Mistress Valantha.” I panted heavily. “Aww, poor baby is tired! Sleep thrall. Sleep. I will awake you when you are required again.” My eyes drifted shut, and I fell into darkness once more. Chapter 6 – Final Awakening For the last of what is now many times, I awoke according to Mistress Valantha’s will. I was naked on my knees beside her as she stood at her balcony looking out into the night, her wolves gathering on the lawn below and howling. She was stroking my head softly, and I looked up to her. She wore a black leather jacket and black hot pants, her pale silver legs exposed to the elements. She looked down at me smiled, her lip piercing and large red eyes flashing at me, her long black hair flowing gracefully in the gentle night breeze. “Wakey wakey hunter. My dear hunter. Oh, you’ve been the best thrall I have ever had.” “Thank you Mistress Valantha” I droned. “Alas, it’s almost time. Do you recall how long you have been mine?” My mind froze for a moment. “I… I have always been… yours.” She laughed and feigned sympathy. “Only a month, my darling. And so tomorrow, I decide whether to turn you into a vampire, allow you to join us… Or I drink every drop of blood in your body and feed your remains to my dear wolves down there.” Again, just as she had told me this before, I had no opinion. So as long the result was the Mistress’ will, I was content. She stopped stroking my head and grabbed my hair. “Whatever shall I do? I think I shall play with you one last time before I decide. Come.” She walked back into the room behind us and I followed eagerly, closing the balcony doors behind me. Valantha removed her leather jacket and threw it aside, it dissolved into black mist before hitting the ground. The same with her red corset, and leather pants. She now stood as she had many times before, her glorious, pale body exposed, with only her choker and piercings remaining on her. I felt jealous of them, constantly one with her skin, particularly the silver ring hanging from her nipple. Chapter 7 – Unholy Final Trial She held out her hands and spread her fingers, and I flew backward hitting the wall. I found myself sticking to it, restrained, my arms and legs spread wide. The Mistress ran her hand down my body from my chest. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard, a little too hard. She laughed as she held it and used it almost like some kind of handle to turn me around so that I was upside down, still restrained against the wall. She pushed the sole of her foot against my face. “Worship my feet. Worship them! Make me feel as though you would love them were they not even attached to my legs!” I did so eagerly and passionately. This was true, I would still love them because they were hers. At her command, I would devote my life to looking after them. I licked and kissed every inch of the wrinkled soles that she roughly rubbed up and down my face. They felt cold as she’d had them exposed to the winter air, but this bothered me not. I sucked her toes and heel as they crossed over my lips, I licked and licked the arch and top of her foot like a mad dog, using my tongue to memorize the shape of her feet from the tips of her toes to her ankles. “Mmmm, good boy. Good boy.” She purred. She placed her hand on my foot and ran it down my upside-down leg to my cock again, now rock hard. She grabbed it tightly and pulled me up. I was still upside down, but higher on the wall. She flared her fangs and hissed with pleasure and she brought her head to my neck, seemingly tempted to go in for the kill right there and then. She pulled herself away, then turned around and bent over, her asshole in my face. I knew what to do. I licked and kissed her tight little asshole and moaned with pleasure as I did so. My tongue worked around the rim, and I put it up her ass as far as I could and licked and twisted it “Ooh, yes! Keep doing that! Mm,” she hissed again. I sped up and kept going. Even as my tongue grew tired, I dare not stop. She turned herself around again and moved closer to me so that my chin was just below her pussy. “This had better be the best head you shall ever give me, mortal.” “Yes, Mistress Valantha.” I began to lick her pussy and suck her labia as she again soaked her vagina seemingly by command. As I sucked and licked inside and outside of her pink little pussy, my face growing wet, she bit into my ankle and began to suck the blood. “Mmmm” she moaned. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned again, with increasing pleasure as we continued. Finally, she stopped and licked the blood from her lips. She bent down and grabbed my hair, and turned me around so I was longer hanging upside down. She then threw me down from the wall and I caught myself as I hit the ground. “Bend over, mutt.” she barked. I did so immediately, and just as quickly, I felt her whip crack hard and fast against my ass, and then again immediately. “Well keep up your animal, thank me!” “Th-thank you, Mistress! Thank y-” I moaned with pleasure as the whip cracked against my cheeks again, harder and faster than before. “Oh! Thank you!” She whipped and whipped, and I kept up thanking her to the best of my ability. My ass was burning, but I liked it. Chapter 8 – No Mortal Has Ever “Oh, you’ve done so very well, thrall.” Now it’s time for what may be your final pleasure in life, your final honor. Fuck me. Fuck me until I cum.” She threw me on the floor and pounced onto my throbbing hard dick, and began to bounce up and down. I reveled in watching her tits and long hair bounce and jiggle and she rode me up and down. I loved the way her red eyes seem to glow when they widened, the way she bit down onto her pierced, leathery black lips. She growled and screamed and I moaned and yelled her name as she rode me furiously. “Oh! Oh yes, Mistress please! Yes!” usually all I could do was lie there and let her use me, but this time, I found the strength and will to fuck back. I thrust my cock back and forwards, deeper inside her. “Yesss ooooh fuck yes! Yes!” she hissed “No mortal has ever made me cum so fucking good I can feel it coming! Fuck!” she screeched. Her body thrust and thrashed supernaturally as she came harder than I’d ever seen, and we both screamed ear piercingly as the cum fucking exploded out of my cock and into the mistress’s vampiric pussy. For a little while after this, she continued fucking me. She regained composure and looked down at me, still sitting on top of me, her now rugged hair pouring down from her head and hanging over my face. “Thrall, no mortal has ever earned this honor from me. You are going to make a fucking wonderful vampire.” She was panting, exhausted. “Now sleep. Sleep. You have a big night tomorrow…”

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It was a boring start to mournful Monday morning. The monotony of being in the office was almost unbearable. Alan was in his early fifties and desperate for a rampant sex life. He looked around him and daydreamt about some of the women that sat near him. Their ages varied from about twenty to sixty. He would be quite content to experiment with all his favourites. Most of the females had boyfriends or husbands, but Alan thought of this as a challenge and a feather in his hat, if he could score with any of them. He sat between Sue, a petite attractive women of forty-nine and her best friend Christine, approaching sixty. They both had enormous breasts, with Sue, definitely a few bra sizes larger than her friend. “Who are you staring at now?” asked Sue impatiently. “I have fallen in love with Joanna,” replied Alan. “She is very happy with Paul, so don’t go upsetting the apple-cart,” warned Sue. ” Oh Sue, you are so gullible. Paul is an awkward lanky idiot. They haven’t even got a sex life. Did you see that eternity ring, that he bought her for her fortieth birthday? It was pathetic and he probably won it in a fairground,” taunted the frustrated man. “They are both in love and you know nothing about their private life,” snapped Sue. “Anyway Alan, you haven’t even got a girlfriend , so that is hot coming from a single man. You need to smarten yourself up,” chipped in Christine. Joanna was no raving beauty, but with her dark hair tied back in a bun, her cute round face lit up like a beacon at the dead of night. She had an infectious laugh, which sometimes could be embarrassing. Her nose was an unusual shape and she had a small pimple at the side of one nostril. Alan found this a cute feature of her face. Some men would have found some of her habits annoying. She regularly had a sneezing fit and would produce a small white paper-hanky and blow her nose loudly. Alan was fascinated, as she would fold the tissue like a sandwich and throw it in the bin. Joanna would not wear much makeup, but occasionally a thin layer of red lipstick. This morning she was wearing a long red skirt, grey tights, concealed with kinky black booties. Her green satin blouse kept her inviting breasts in order. Alan was determined to change Joanna. He wanted to break her from her tedious regime. His imagination started to lose control as he imagined, buying her expensive jewellery. Making love to her, in front of a shocked Paul. Making Joanna pregnant and having a lavish wedding. That would make Sue and Christine eat their words. “Alan! Wake up and get on with your work. Oh my god Joanna is coming over here. Don’t you dare try anything, on or I will be very annoyed with you,” pleaded Sue. Christine waved her finger at him, in total agreement with her . friend. “Good morning Alan. I am going over the canteen for some breakfast. Do you want me to bring something back for you,” asked Joanna innocently. “I think I will join you, as I am starving,” replied Alan. Sue glared at Alan as he alighted from his chair and walked out of the office with Joanna. Sitting at his desk, near the door was an obese man in his early thirties. Gareth was well known for reading dirty magazines in the toilet. As Alan passed by, the misfit put a spray gun into his hand. Gareth smiled grotesquely at Joanna. She recoiled at his attempt to make contact with her. Alan gave a fleeting glance at the item that he received, releasing that it was something special, that would help him achieve his sexual ambitions. “That man is so revolting, I wouldn’t trust him an inch. He actually asked me for a date once, as if I would go out with that revolting pig,” whispered Joanna. Alan smiled at his friends innocence and could feel himself stiffening up in the front of his trousers. He loved Joanna so much, now wanted her more now than ever.

Christmas Tree

The Christmas tree looks stupid!” Five year old Roger blurted out. “Are we going to get a tree topper this year?”

His pensive look prompted me into major damage control.

“Help mommy unload this box and we’ll talk about what kind of tree toper we are going to buy. Okay?” I asked brightly as I shook the box and the tinkles and rustling caught his attention.

Roger busily assembled loose bulb hooks into a ferocious tree monster and he was pacified.

Unwrapping the Christmas ornaments that had accumulated over the years my thoughts became reflective, as most peoples do this time of year. I grasped the baby’s first Christmas ornament, the peace on earth ornament, assorted yellow-wrinkled god awful ugly cookie ornaments the kids made at school. Teachers do get their revenge. And, last but certainly no less nostalgic were the various glass bulbs that graced the tree as a collective mismatched family.

Reaching deeper into the well-worn cardboard box my hand was consumed by a conglomeration of tree lights, garland, and popcorn strings sans most of the popcorn.

Praying this would not dampen my unusual smattering of Christmas spirit, I placed the behemoth on the living room floor.

“Wow, mommy! Can I play army in there?” Roger exclaimed as he rushed toward the messy mound.

“NO!” I screeched. The command stopped him dead in his tracks. “Mommy needs to fix it.”

His curious stare still enfolded on the blob, but being the five year old that he was, he quickly lost interest and began driving a truck up the tree’s trunk.

A passing thought occurred to me. I could hang the tangled seasonal mess on the tree and call it Art. I would title it: Modern Christmas. Nope, the kids would never go for that. It was hard enough trying to pacify them about the tree topper issue, and every year it got harder.

This will be our eighth year and still no tree topper. At first it was an ongoing repartee between my husband and I. We would banter about the rich, opulent, gaudy, vulgar, extremely expensive tree topper we would buy when we graduated from college.

Soon after college, the children came and we never gave the absence of a tree topper a second thought. The enjoyment of Christmas was never overshadowed with out one.

The following year grandpa died and the bare treetop reflected our own feelings. With a large part of our legacy now gone the unadorned spire on the tree was comforting. We did not need an ornamental reminder of him to grace our Christmas. His presence blanketed the room and was felt by all for he was now a piece of our eternal Christmas memory.

It is with grave fortitude that I must face the kids. They have not yet experienced hot-dog dinners five nights in a row, scraping gas money from the folds of the sofa, lost loved ones or complete and full Bah-Humbug. They expect as their inherent Christmas right a shiny, glittering tree top ornament.

In an unusually thoughtful moment Roger stretched out on his tummy with his elbows supporting his chin watching me.

“Honey, what kind of tree topper do you want?” I asked, curious to hear his response.

He immediately sat up and made cat claws with both hands “I want one with really long teeth and a lot of hair. So, it will keep the monster away from my presents when Santa brings them.” He exclaimed and then bounced off down the hallway to ask his dad what kind of tree topper he wanted.

Robin, his seven year old sister, disdainfully sighed. “He’s such a child.”

Trying not to patronize my ancient seven-year-old daughter, I ask her what kind of tree topper she wanted.

Eyes glittering brightly, she said “One with long gold and silver ribbons, and tiny shiny colorful stars.”

I explained to her anyone could get a tree topper like that, but we were unique. She was not impressed with our uniqueness and thoroughly bored with the situation, she left the room.

My short lived reprieve ended as Roger appeared in the living room perplexed.

“Mommy, what does compounded interest mean? He asked.

I said “Why do you want to know what compounded interest is?”

“‘Cause Daddy said he didn’t care what kind of tree topper we got as long as it compounded interest.”

Redirecting his attention, I offered him a deal. “Help mommy untangle this mess and we’ll have cookies and milk.”

Not easily won over he exclaimed, “But, you give me cookies anyway. ‘Member. You said I get cookies only ’cause I’m special and no other reason.”

Pleading with him I responded, “Can’t you help mommy just because I’m special?”

A scowl creased his eyebrows. My logic worked. I didn’t get to be the mommy for nothing. He stood next to me with the attention of a good little soldier.

Very soon into the task it became obvious that his helping mommy would take us twice as long. Grabbing a chunk of garland laced Christmas lights, I sat on the sofa and began the tedious attempt at unraveling. Sighing heavily, I concluded this was a job for “knot-man.” My husband lived for untangling things. Piles of twisted rope, knotted and kinked jewelry, matted string resembling a new breed of canine, these were his Mt. Everest.

Responding to my cry for help he eagerly jumped into the task presented.

“Roger, the first step in the untangling science is to make everything loose.” Mike solemnly told his son as he vigorously shook the pile.

Not convinced he wanted to be a part of any science, Roger tentatively watched his dad for a few moments. A couple of loose ends fell from the heap and Mike cheered.

“See, son? Now we have the feelers and we can unstitch this baby in a matter of minutes.” Mike said.

A hungry gleam filled Roger’s eyes and my worst fear was confirmed. He had inherited his father’s untangling gene. I was told it usually skipped a generation.

The two were lost in the mass of garland and electrical lights while I sat on the sofa watching father with son. Secure in the fact that the untangling science would be passed on for yet another generation.

Making her grand appearance into the living room Robin watched her dad and brother. Her aloof expression suddenly brightened as she spotted the box of ornaments. Squeals of mirth fell from her as she carefully removed and placed each one delicately on the table. She hummed softly Silent Night as she held the vibrant decorations up to the light. Her father soon accompanied her song, and his deep resonant voice filled the living room.

Roger stopped momentarily from his instruction and said “I hope Santa brings us an extra special tree topper this year.”

Gazing at the partially decorated Christmas tree that sat in the center of the floor, and closely monitoring the work in progress between father and son, I think to myself, he already has.

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THE GIRL UPSTAIRS. ADULT XXX

I stood in front of the refrigerator and freezer wondering what the hell there was to eat. There was a knock on the door. As I open the door, there stood the fiery redhead from the apartment upstairs, holding a take out container and glass of wine. She was wearing a Mira Dora Maxi Dress that had Hawaiian print and was unzipped showing most of her cleavage. With a smile saying her name was Kimberly, but you may call me Kim. I saw your wife and kids leave earlier. They had a lot of bags packed.

I noticed she was biting her lower lip, smiling. Is everything ok? As she smiled at me, still nibbling on her lip. Look I know, that you guys Grub Hub from China Palace, the girl Wenwen at the Palace, said this is always delivered here. I hope you enjoy it. With a quick peck on the cheek saying good night, we need to get to know each other better, since you’ve lived here for about a year or two and are alone, Maybe we could get to know each other. 

The alarm of my phone was going off. Looking at the screen, the screen read 4:37 am.  I don’t remember setting the alarm especially that early.   Getting up for the day, since I’m one that doesn’t fall back asleep easily.    Starting the coffee and getting myself ready for a day of peace and quietly Netflix.  As poured coffee into my coffee cup, I just noticed that Kim had left her wine glass on the kitchen counter. Seeing it was light outside. Knocking on the door of apartment 254. Before the third knock, the door opened. Kim stood there in a beautiful yet sexy set of red bra and panties and a red sheer robe, that didn’t leave much to a person’s imagination.

With a smile she took my arm, pulling me into her apartment. Looking and smelling her wine glass asking why I washed it. Taking the Game of Thrones cup out of my hand saying I see you like it black. Telling her yes and really sweet. Her smile just brightened her dimly lit kitchen. Kim looked at me saying I can take care of extra sweet winking at me as she adjusted her bra than panties. Would you like some breakfast, handing me the cup? Kissing the back of my neck. Sitting at the table beside me. Kim’s sorry about the fruit but it’s what I eat every day. This is how I keep this, like this. Showing every curve she had. Winking and adjusting her self yet again. I hope you like it? I can’t lie I’ve had lots of pleasure, seeing her walk to her car in the summer. Kim clearing her throat, but what brought me to the here and now was Kim’s foot rubbing the inside of my left thigh. Looking at her as she licked the tip of a banana then deep throating it. She kissed the tip of it again. I like my fruit nice and firm. As Kim got on her knees saying she could take care of that, kissing and massaging the inside on my thigh. Pulling out my simi-firm dick from it’s hiding place. Kissing the tip. Saying I hope you enjoy

Smiling as Kim stands, pulling herself onto the table, undoing the clasps, exposing her luscious firm round tits, and rubbing her nipples. I begin to insert the tip of my dick in too her juicy wet depth.  No I mean I want you to me with your tongue. As Kim pushed my head into her sweet-smelling cunt. She was kissing and sucking her firm plump tits.  I felt my dick starting to drip.    Shoving her wetness into my face.   Licking her as hard and fast as I could, telling her I was going to cum.   Not without me, thrusting herself to my tongue.  Kim started screaming oh God, yes.   It was then I felt her juices drain down my face.  My cum drained down my leg.    I had never felt something so good.   I felt her juices making me high. As our tongues exchanged pleasantries.   Kim’s takes my hand saying let’s go get cleaned up.   Kissing our way to the shower. Drying my hair on the bathroom bench, Kim backs into me shoving my dick into her wet asshole.   All I could do is hold her tits, smell her red hair and enjoy the ride.

As Kim moaned one last time.   I said I’ll do the cooking tonight.  Smacking her ass saying be there at 9.     Smiling she said you can count you cock on it.   I’d never seen such a sexy smile.

Lighting the candles on the tables in the living room and dining table.   I hope she would like the dinner.  There was a knock on the door, looking at my watch 8:52; right on time.                      

Oyster ravioli with Creamy Mushrooms and Asparagus was on the stove.  Kim was wearing a white fully lined sundress that features a flattering high-low hem with a fun and flirty flounce! Ruched detailing at the V-neck bodice and pretty ties on the straps balance this look from top to bottom. Kissing her on her lips immediately with one had on her neck and other her breast, feeling the firmness. I started to get excited. As I handed her a glass of wine. Kim took to smiling. Asking what smelt so good.  Telling her it was Oyster ravioli and asparagus in a wine sauce.   Rubbing the side of my face, asking if I knew what Oysters do. Smiling you don’t have to worry I have plans for us.  As Nothing Compares To You comes across my  Pandora’s playlist. I took Kim by the hand and put my other hand across the back of her waist just above her curves. We strolled to the music and watched the moonlight, shine through the window.   Looking at the time on the wall. It’s after 2, would you come with me, my secret love.  Kissing my lips I’m your mistress and your fantasy.   Yes, I’ll like to come with you. Pushing her against the door kissing her from her beautiful tanned breast to her warm, soft pink lips. She pushed me away, just long enough to open the bedroom door.   Still hearing the don’t music coming from Pandora in the dining room. We kissed and moved slowly to the music till we were at the place I’ve been dreaming of all day. Looking at me with her emerald green eyes. She started to unbutton my shirt and grabbed my cock. Kissing me again several times. With a smile, Kim undoes her left strap. Exposing her fully erect nipple. We started kissing, as she pulled away to catch her breath. Kim flicks her tongue in my mouth, unties her right shoulder, letting her dress fall to the floor and her boots. Kim falls on the bed, wrapping her left hand around my dick, releasing him as my pants fall to meet her dress on the floor. As Kim slowly pulls her black g-string to the left of her already sweet-smelling and wet pussy.  I insert my dick into her as hard and deep as I can.   Good Morning sweetheart as the light starts coming through the windows. Kim kisses me working her way down.  Kissing my dick’s head gets as big as it can. She fingers her pussy as she inserts my swollen dick into her pussy and starts playing with her tits and ass as she smacks her ass.  She begins to bounce and fucking me harder. As I explode my cum into her wet hole, Kim was begging for all I had plus more. Rolling over to my side. Rubbing the tip of my dick and several hard fast pumps. I climb on top kissing and sucking her breast. As I insert my tired dick into her pussy I explode. Pulling out I’m shooting a load of cum on her neck and face. Exhausted I fall to her side. Watching her lick her fingers and nipples.

Looking at the window and then my watch. 2:43 what the hell.   I was still necked and where was that beautiful redhead. That had fulfilled my fantasies at least sexually.  There was a post it under my coffee thermos.

Saying thank you for the terrific night. Love your Mistress.  I have two business meetings tomorrow.    I would like to see you on Thursday I am planning something special for you.

At my door, there was a platter with a covered dish.  Looking over my shoulder the luscious redhead tipped her wine glass toward me, as she disappeared into her apartment.     Opening the dish, a note said eat healthily and build-up your strength.    Stir-fried vegetables with shrimp.  And bottled water.       

and raw dick into both pussies, one then the other, until I came in both pussies.     

Waking up, even though I didn’t sleep. I stared at the sun starting to shine through the window. There was a ding,  sweetheart we coming home a day earlier than planned. The text read. As the third cup of coffee started to drip.    Another ding came from the bedroom.  Picking up the cell, the text read see you in an hour. Opening the door as I started to knock.  I heard you coming up the stairs.  Kissing me with heated passion on lips and tongue. She Handed me a pinkish-red glass.  Strawberry-lemonade with a dash of Gray Goose.  Kim was wearing a purple corset, the shoulder straps fell just below her shoulder. Pulling me in for several kisses and fondling each other as the door opened.  I tall attractive brunette ran through saying sorry, sorry. Soon as the sound of a door closing.  Kim leans back in the arm-chair. Demanding that I undo my belt and pants.  Today I am Miss. Kimberly and you will do what you are told. As she pulls out her beautiful left breast. Pulling a bottle of baby oil. Snapping her fingers saying to come. Walking the few feet to her as she fondled her tit and her swollen nipple.  Hand pouring baby oil into my hand. Step back a play with him.   Rubbing my dick and balls covering them I started to jack-off as she demanded. Kim, no that is Miss. Kimberly unsnapped her crotch starting to cover her firie hot pussy with baby oil and started getting off.  The faster I beat my dick turning it into a large cock. Miss. Kimberly started to moan over and over.   Looking at don’t stop.  As she looked past me.   Smiling and to look.    There was the brunette playing with her own pussy.    Ms. Kimberly asked if she’d like to join us or get off by herself.  Letting her long dark hair down as she came to us.   Hi, I’m Becca. pulling my hand from my dick.   May I suck him, Kimberly?  With a slap on her ass.   I mean Miss. Kimberly may I suck on his cock.  Yes, Kimberly said smiling playing with her pussy I could see the juices on her fingers as she watched me getting a blow job from hell.  Becca, I need some attention too.   Still jerking me, Becca started licking the shaved pussy that was admiring.  Becca starts sucking on both of Miss. Kimberly’s swollen tits I pulled off Becca’s skirt. Kissing and licking her ass.   Miss.  Kimberly tossed me the baby oil. I massaged it on her ass. Hearing both enjoying themselves.  I shoved myself into Becca’s tight ass, she screamed O’l my fucking God.  I pulled my cock out.  Becca screamed do it again, and again I pounded her ass ten times. Rolling over on to Miss. Kimberly.  Becca begged to fuck both of them. I shoved my tired and raw dick into both until I filled both pussies full of my cum

I think we need some refreshments.  Becca put my cock in her mouth and started to mouth fucking me hard. As Miss. Kimberly put the glasses of pink vodka, on the table. Fuck my ass now.

Still making out in the hot tub. She kissed me, saying to Becca I told you, he’d be the best fuck you’d ever have. While playing with me under the water.

As Denise and I sat outside, talking. Kimberly and Becca, we’re getting into their hot tub. Asking if we’d like to join them. Saying no thanks, it crossed my mind of doing all three in their hot tub. As my wife and we’re getting to bed. My phone dinged.

It was Kimberly the text read. ” We are both pregnant”. Love your redheaded mistress

     

The Pirate

The ship was rocking back and forth with the waves. She stared at him, wondering how he could eat during this kind of motion. He pulled apart a piece of chicken leg with his fork and stuffed a juicy piece of meat into his mouth. Under normal circumstances, the food would smell delicious, but right now it only aggravated her.

How could he eat?

He swallowed and she stared at his Adam’s apple then flicked her gaze back up at him. He was saying something, “…the bed might be more comfortable if you are not feeling well.”

He was right. She wasn’t feeling well. She was staring at his plate of food and unconsciously licked her lips. Pushing away from the table, her chair scraped across the wood floor and she stood still for a moment, readying herself for the walk over to the bed.

Letting go of the table, she made it three steps before the ship lurched and sent her tumbling into him. He had been sitting at the table, ready to take a sip of wine. Now he sat with his back shoved against the chair and his hands out in shock. She was sprawled across his lap and red wine was sinking into the fabric of her dress.

She was pushing off the chair and shoving her elbow into his leg in an attempt to get up. Instead he wrapped an arm around her waist and positioned her better on his lap.

She was pushing away from him saying, “No, now I’m a mess. I have to…”

She didn’t have to do anything. He interrupted her and said, “My drink is all over you.”

She was staring at him like he’d grown horns. He was staring at a lock of wine drenched hair that was curling over her forehead. She stopped shoving at him to say, “Yes, I know. I want to get up and go to bed.”

He shook his head and said, “You can’t get in bed with red wine all over you. You’ll ruin the sheets.”

He pushed strands of hair away from her neck and ran his lower lip from her shoulder up to her jaw, catching drops of red wine off her skin. “I’m still thirsty.”

He had his arms around her and was working on pushing her dress down her body. Her corset pushed up her breasts into two nicely rounded mounds aching to be released.

He pulled the ribbon of the corset loose and ran his fingers over the soft skin he was freeing. With one hand, he teased and pinched a pert nipple, with the other, he grabbed his napkin and dabbed at her neck and hair, cleaning off the red wine. After a moment he muttered to himself, “Fuck it,” and gathered her up to carry her to the bed. He didn’t really care about a few drops of wine getting on his sheets.

Setting her down on the bed, she was already twisting around to loosen the ties on his pants. She made a soft noise in her throat when she first touched it. He was pushing his pants down from his waist while she stroked, excited to have it come out and play. She looked up at him through her lashes and he nodded.

Sliding down to the floor, her dress still pushed down around her hips, she started by teasing the tip with her tongue. It wasn’t until he was really hard that she slowly let him into her mouth. Wet and warm, she applied even pressure around with her lips and glided back and forth over his smooth skin. She started by sucking on the soft tip and letting it move back into her mouth, then out, and back again.

She unconsciously scooted closer when he let out a small groan and used his hands to pull her hair back from her face. Sliding her fingers up his leg, she gripped him at the base to start an even rhythm with her hand and her mouth.

Hot and soft, her mouth teased and sucked as he savored the inches that glided back and forth inside. He stood with her silky hair in his hands while she worked heaven with her mouth, just for him.

She paused for a moment from her rhythm and he noticed her other hand was playing with her breast.

Damn it all, that was his job.

He grabbed her elbow and pulled her back to the bed with him, pushing her dress down so she could step out of it. Laying on the bed on her back, he locked her hands above her head by holding her wrists down with one of his. He leaned down to slowly circle around the tip of her breast with his tongue. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he suckled, causing her to arch her back and let out a heavy breath she had been holding. He stopped suckling the tip and dragged his mouth up her chest and to her neck. The fingertips of his other hand massaged her other breast, cupping it, squeezing it, until he eventually took the nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed.

The pressure enhanced the growing need in her and, since he was still holding her hands captive, her body arched and writhed under him, responding delightfully to his actions. He moved his fingers down and caressed the skin on the inside of her thighs, moving his hands higher and closer until he felt how wet her need was.

That was it. He let go of her hands and moved his body over her, urging his cock against her and pushing inside. She already had her hands around his back, digging her fingers in. She gasped and moaned as they started. He pulled out slowly and thrust back in, hard. From underneath him, she moved her hips against his, matching his movement.

She clung to him with her arms and dragged her mouth down his neck and over to his shoulder. Playfully, she opened her mouth and sunk the tips of her teeth into his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin while he thrust into her.

He responded to the nip by pausing and rolling them over. Now that she was on top, she straightened her back to straddle him upright, setting a slightly faster pace. Her whole body bounced over him and her breasts danced in tune with her rocking.

His hands moved to her hips as she glided over him. She slid up and down on his cock, the sensation enhancing the feeling of sexual need growing inside her. She leaned forward to rest her hands on his chest and bounced at her waist to move quickly over him.

After some time, he used his hands to slow her movement, then moved her off and got up on his knees.

On all fours, she relaxed her elbows and rested her cheek against the sheets. Her fingers twisted into the fabric as they started again. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to cry out with each thrust in. He shoved in even deeper than before and she could feel the hard length of him pushing her closer to ecstasy. Hot and tight, the sound of her cheeks slapping against him almost couldn’t be heard over her moans.

In and out, he brought her closer to the edge, a hot wave that came crashing through her whole body. As he felt himself tighten, he pulled out and finished over her back, his warm cum squirting over her smooth skin.

She rested on her stomach and he walked to the table to grab a napkin, saying, “Next time, we don’t need to leave the table.”

Robert Fantasy. November 2020

Robert felt his hands shake nervously as he put the unmarked cd into the drive on his computer. It was given to him by his boss just a few hours ago after the meeting where they had wrapped up one of the biggest deals in the company’s history. And he had been a major contributor in making it happen, at least that was what his boss had said.

“Right now you are the biggest asset of our company,” he had said. “And this deal will make the company grow to unknown heights. That is why I have decided to give you this present. It is one of the highest guarded secrets known to man, and I am confident that you will use it wisely. We are very much alike you and I, and I am sure that you will enjoy the power that comes with this gift as much as I have.”

He had then handed Robert the unmarked cd and told him to take the rest of the week off. “You have deserved it.”

The last thing he had said before Robert left was that he was to make pretty damn sure he was alone when he put the ting in his computer, and that was why he was now sitting in his home office in the basement after checking that both his wife and his daughter was away. His wife of course at work, and his daughter at school. As he put the cd in, the drive started up and after a couple of seconds a video started to play on the screen. It was just a man, somewhere in his forties, giving him what seemed to be a knowing smile before starting to talk.

“Hello there,” the man on the computer said, and Robert turned up the volume a bit to make sure he heard everything. “You must be a very special person to see this, because only a few people are given the opportunity to know what you are about to learn from us. And that is just the way we like it and the way things are supposed to be. You are given this because one in our ranks have decided that you are to be trusted, and that is why I trust that you are well suited not to bring this secret on to others unless you are certain that they are just as trustworthy as you.”

Wow, thought Robert. This must be pretty special. His heart was racing and he had the computers undivided attention.

Ten minutes later he just sat there watching the screen in total disbelief. On the screen was just a single window saying “Install?” with two buttons. “Yes” and “Cancel”. This must be a joke, he said to himself. What he had heard the man on the screen talk about in the last ten minutes was impossible to believe. But why would his boss go through all this just for the fun of it?

The short version of the ten minute video was that there was a way of taking control of women, any women, by hypnotizing them with a series of rapid eye movements, a few words and a little body contact. The “routine” as it was called only took a few seconds and it gave you total control over them for as long as you wanted. But it had to be learned and trained to perfection to work, and that is why, after the video had played, a program would be installed on the computer to help you learn, train and bring to perfection “the Routine”. The rest of the video was more cautions and a set of rules that applied. In short they were rules to protect the secret from reaching too many people and to protect the ones that knew about it. “Discretion is the key word,” as the man in the video put it.

“This is bullshit,” Robert said aloud, but he was still curious enough to press the “yes”- button on the screen.

The next days were spent in front of the computer. Robert was a patient man, and he would not risk doing anything wrong, so he kept on practicing. The program used his web camera to read his eye movements and his microphone to listen to his words, and it told him what he was doing wrong and how to correct it, and it told him if he had failed or succeeded in following “the Routine”. When he had learned it all, the only thing he needed to remember was that for “the Routine” to work, he had to have physical contact with the woman he was trying to hypnotize. Yeah – that was one of the weird things about it… It only worked on women.

It took him three days to manage his first success. His heart made a jump when he saw the green letters showing up on the screen for the first time after seeing “Fail” in big, red letters for hours after hours of practicing. The joy was short lived as he didn’t manage another “Success” that night, and when he came to bed later that same evening, his wife told him that he looked exhausted. “You shouldn’t work so hard,” she cautioned him, thinking he was working on another project for the company. If only you knew, he thought before drifting off to sleep.

On Saturday he had managed a total of 25 successes in a row, and when Sunday came, he had managed to learn “The Routine” by heart. No matter how many times he tried, the letters “Success” flashed green before him. He leaned back and for the first time since clicking the “yes”-button he felt he could relax. He felt confident enough to try to put “The Routine” into practice.

The instructions told him that a sure sign that it had worked would be to ask the woman for a simple favor, and she would do it without hesitation before asking: “Is there anything else?” He would then know that she was his to command until he broke “the spell” as he called it in his own mind.

“Honey, can you come here for a second?” he called from the bathroom. He had just taken a shower, feeling the need after being confined to his office in the basement for all that time. She had called back that she would be there in a minute, and while he was waiting and drying off, he started to grow quite a boner thinking of the things he might command her to do to him. He wrapped the towel around himself to hide it as she joined him.

He touched her cheek while he did “The Routine” on her, after which she just looked at him, looking like a big question mark. Damn, he thought. Had it worked? The look on her really made him unsure. He really thought he had done it just right, but was this the way she was supposed to react?

“Could you fetch me a beer from the fridge,” he asked nervously, and to his joy, she just answered a short “of course” before running downstairs. She came back with his beer, handed it to him and he just looked at her in anticipation while he felt his cock throbbing under the towel.

“Is there anything else?”

Oh joy, oh great Gods. Thank you, thank you. His blood was racing through his veins, his heart going ballistic and his mind worked overtime to keep his thoughts on the right track.

“Yes honey. Would you get down on your knees and give me a blowjob please?”

Now Robert loved his wife, but she wasn’t actually what you would call a very sexual woman. In the seven years that they had been married, Joanna had only gone down on him twice (while drunk) and she had only had sex with him in the dark confinements of their bedroom. So he knew that if she would do this thing, “The Routine” actually worked. So you could imagine the broad smile on his lips when he heard her saying “Certainly.” and pulling his towel away as she kneeled in front of him.

She started by running her tongue along his shaft and around his swollen cock head, and he gasped for air as he felt her lips wrap themselves around him. The warm and silky smooth feeling of her mouth as she slowly started to slide it up and down was something he had longed after for years, and now he was going to enjoy every second of it. He saw his wife in a new, sexy light this evening as her eyes locked onto his, her curly brown hair framing her face and her lips wide around his throbbing member.

“Go deeper,” he whispered and watched in amazement as half of his 8 inch cock disappeared. It was then he realized that he hadn’t jerked off since the day he got the cd from his boss, and he could feel he was already getting close to cumming. Robert used to masturbate in the shower almost every day, but somehow he had forgotten these last few days, being too wrapped up in the program and the task of learning what he now saw the fruits of. There won’t be any need for jerking off ever again, he thought and his smile widened even more.

“Make it wet and go as deep as possible,” he urged and started moving his hips back and forth while her mouth was working on getting it slippery. What really took him over the edge wasn’t just the blowjob. It was the whole visual experience of watching his wife doing what she would usually never do, and at the same time looking like she really was enjoying it.

“God, I’m coming! Swallow it all!” Robert almost shouted as his orgasm hit him hard. He could feel it spurting out of his cock, still deep in Joanna’s throat, and down into her belly. His hand grabbed the back of her head, holding her there as he pushed his hips forward, letting her throat milk his shaft as he emptied himself into her. He heard her choke twice before realizing what he was doing and let her go, looking down on her in worry. She had tears running down her chin and her eyes were wet but she was smiling as his cock slipped out from between her lips.

“Anything else?” she asked.

God this is going to be good, thought Robert.

Teacher XXX

There’s something different about professor Wolf today. She asked you to stay after class so she could talk to you about something…you’re worried. Once the other students have left she starts asking you questions…Personal questions… it’s hard for you to focus. You can’t help but stare at her panties as she sits on her desk…her short skirt riding up. It’s almost as if her pussy is calling to you…You can’t help but notice how seductively she’s talking to you…and there’s just something about her… you can hear it in her voice… you can smell it in the air… she’s horny as hell. She’s asking you about your family history… why is she asking if there’s any illnesses that run in your family? You can feel your cock start to swell in your pants as she comes closer to you… “There’s just one more thing I need to know” she says as she gropes your dick through your pants and unzips your jeans. She pulls your cock out as it continues to harden… “I need to know you’ve got a nice cock…in case we have a baby boy…I want him to have a big dick just like his daddy”… your cock gets harder and harder as she proceeds to tell you that she’s been waiting for a college boy just like you to breed her. She stopped taking birth control when she saw you sitting in her class on the first day of the semester. She knows she ovulating today… you can feel it in her skin… it’s red hot. Her smell…there’s something so enticing about her. You know she’s fertile. You have the same hair colour as her husband and he’ll never think of taking a paternity test… she wants a baby with your superior genetics. You feel your natural instincts taking over as she begs you to put your bare cock inside of her. You can’t stop yourself…the instinct to breed are so deep…she looks you in the eyes…”We’re going to have a constant reminder of this moment as you watch my belly swell day after day in class”. You spill your hot seed deep inside of her, shooting it far up into her cervix, fertilizing her…inseminating her…breeding her. xoxo Meana Wolf Clip Contains: A hot and sexy ovulating woman wants you to breed her. She’s married, but she’s been waiting for a man with superior genetics to come and fertilize her…she tells you she wants a baby inside of her…she tells you that she wants you to impregnate her. You feel your primal urges take over. Against your better judgement you thrust your bare cock inside of her over and over and over again. It feels so good to fuck for a purpose…knowing that you’ll be putting a part of you inside of her…knowing that she’ll be forever remembering your face as she looks at her baby. You shoot your hot load deep inside of her, the best sperm inseminating her fertile egg and the unworthy ones spilling out of her drenched pussy.