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After I split with my drug-addict wife and won custody of my children, life got a little crazy for me. I was just getting started in my investment business and was working twelve-plus hours a day, and now I had two children to care for. So, the only solution I saw was to hire a live-in nanny.
I interviewed over twenty girls before settling on Kaitlyn. Strangely, she was the one that I interviewed first, and she was the daughter of some friends of mine from Seattle. She was eighteen, and taking a year off to earn money before starting college.
The fact that she was also gorgeous didn’t hurt! Five-foot six, with black hair and athletic body (captain of her high-school’s soccer and softball teams) and the most beautiful, deep blue eyes.
Kaitlyn moved in right before the school year started and my kids loved her immediately. I made a car available to her and she took the kids on outings and to the park. My son started calling her Kay-Kay and the name stuck.
The trouble, if you can call it that, started one night after I came home late. The kids were in bed and Kaitlyn was in the family room, watching TV with a bowl of popcorn. She wore a short nightie and was obviously making herself comfortable. Just before she heard me come in I thought I saw her with her hand down her pants, which she pulled out when she heard me.
“Hi, Joe. Tough day?”
“Not too bad, Kay-Kay. Kids okay?”
“Little angels. Bobby’s teacher called to say he ought to skip a grade. Janine got an A in finger-painting.”
I laughed. “With a mother like theirs I am truly lucky they aren’t axe-murderers already. Can you fix me a sandwich while I change?”
“Sure, Joe.”
I went up stairs, put away my work and changed into my eveningwear, in this case a college t-shirt and sweats. I thought about a shower and a quick jerk-off, but decided I was hungrier than I was dirty or horny.
As promised, Kaitlyn had a sandwich and a glass of milk waiting for me. I wolfed them down quickly then we went into the family room and sat down. I offered her a drink, which she took gladly. I poured us each a brandy.
I turned on the TV and was surprised to see the VCR still running. I was greeted with the sight of two people fucking! I guess Kay-Kay had found my stash and was helping herself to it!
Quickly she grabbed the remote and shut the movie off. Her face was red with embarrassment, her eyes looking down at her knees.
“I’m sorry, Joe.”
“It’s okay. Just make sure the kids don’t see any of that.”
I switched it back on, and saw that Kaitlyn had good taste in porno. The scene she was watching was a very hot encounter between John Holmes and Amber Lynn in a bathtub.
“Does it make you uncomfortable watching this with me?” I asked.
“No.”
We kept watching as Amber started sucking on John’s huge pole. Her little hand could barely make it around his meat, but good old Amber sure went to work anyway!
I glanced over at Kaitlyn and, subconsciously, her hand had returned to her crotch. She gently rubbed her pussy through the material of her nightie. I felt my cock stirring in my sweats, and soon it was very apparent I was aroused.
Kaitlyn was stealing glances at my tent pole, each time holding her eyes on it a little longer. Her self-manipulation grew quicker as my cock got harder and bigger.
Then, our eyes met, just about the time John started pounding into little Amber. I took her hand in mine and met no resistance.
“Joe, is your cock as big as John’s?”
I laughed. “Sweetie, It’s big, but not that big.”
“Can I see it?”
“Kaitlyn, I don’t know…” I knew very well she was going to do more than see it!
“Joe, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Please?”
“Okay.” I pulled my sweats down and fished out my penis. It was fully erect, standing up to all nine inches.
“You like?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to touch it?”
Not needing to be asked twice, she reached out and gripped my manhood in her hands. She got a good grip and started stroking me. I reached out and pulled her closer to me, my arm around her shoulders. She took my balls in her other hand, gently rubbing my orbs. I kissed the top of her head.
“Kay-Kay. Oh, Kay-Kay, that feels great!”
“I’m glad, Joe. Do you want to come?”
Does the pope shit in the woods?
She gripped harder and stroked faster, coaxing the sperm from my balls. I told her to finger my ass while she jacked me off, eliciting a wicked smile. Before long, her fingers found my prostate and I was shooting thick ropes of semen all over my chest. She ran for a towel and cleaned me up.
“Are we going to fuck now, Joe?”
“I would love to, Kaitlyn. But not with the kids in the house.”
She looked dejected. I thought for a minute, balancing my desires to stick all nine inches up her little pussy against the thought of my children walking in on us. Then I had a thought.
“Kaitlyn, you’re off on Thursday. How about I get another babysitter and we can go out?”
“That would be great!”
I took her head in my hands and kissed her. I had watched this girl grow up and now she was a beautiful woman.
“Kaitlyn, thanks for the great hand job. Let me bring you over.” With that I reached into her panties, past the thick bush of pubic hair and found her clit. I kissed her again, holding her close and I played with her magic button. She thrust her hips against my hand and practically bit my tongue off as I brought her to orgasm. Her screams were stifled by out joined mouths. Her pussy erupted with cunt oil all over my hand as her insides gripped my fingers.
“Thanks, Joe. That was hot!”
We put the porn movie away and tidied ourselves up. After checking on the kids we went to our separate rooms and slept quickly.
* * * * *
It was hard waiting the three days until Thursday. I got a neighbor to watch the kids and picked Kaitlyn up for our “date.” She dressed to kill in a clingy black silk dress. I still had on my suit from work.
We started with dinner at a nice restaurant, and then I took her dancing. As we both knew, the night was going to end in bed. We pulled into the motel, got a room, and went to it.
We started by kissing, our hands roaming over the other. Slowly we undressed each other until we were down to underwear. I had worn my red silk boxers that day, she had on a black push-up bra and black lace panties. I picked her up and put her on the bed, then slowly pulled those panties off.
“Do you like to have your pussy eaten?” I asked. She nodded.
I started slowly, licking her outer lips. She was already moist with anticipation as I moved my tongue closer to her clit. She let out little moans as I stuck my tongue in her pussy and started fingering her asshole. I looked up and she had taken off the bra and was playing with her nipples, heightening her pleasure.
“I’m think I’m going to come….OH YES…YES…Joe! Joe! YEAH…keep…ARGGGHHHH!!!!” Kaitlyn flooded my face with her juices as I brought her over the edge to orgasm.
I let her calm down a little as I stood up, removed my boxers and joined her on the bed. She pressed body to mine as I kissed her, sharing her juices with her an an erotic kiss. I started stroking her firm young breasts, now topped with erect nipples. Her hand went for my penis, stroking it.
I rose to my knees and guided my erection to her pretty little mouth. She licked the head and took it and my balls in hand. She tried to get as much of it in her mouth as she could, but I could see she didn’t have much experience with large dicks.
“Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked?” I asked her.
“Oh yeah, Joe. The boys I’ve fucked were just that. Boys.”
I chuckled as she continued to bob her head up and down my shaft. Then, as suddenly as she had started, she took my cock out of her mouth and looked me straight in the eye.
“I want you to fuck me, Joe, oooh, I want you to fuck me deep, please.”
I lay down on my back and she climbed on top of me. For the first time I went to work on her small, firm tits. She took my cock in her hand and rubbed it the length of her slit. My hands were all over her back and ass as I sucked on her nipples.
Finally, she guides the swollen head of my penis to her opening. Kaitlyn grunted as she sat on my dick, trying desperately to get it inside her. Before long my manhood was enveloped by her tight pussy.
“When did you lose your virginity?” I asked. Oblivious to my question she just rocked gently up and down. “Kaitlyn, I’m talking to you, when did you lose your virginity?”
“Tenth…grade. AHHHHH!!!” she cried out as the head of my cock penetrated the inner chamber of her womb.
Alternating from a quick succession of quick strokes and slow long strokes I began to feel an eruption coming on. Coming up on a long stroke I pulled my cock out of her cunt just enough to maintain the head just outside as I began to rub the slippery knob back and forth between her asshole and her pussy hole. Then I slowly slid it back into her succulent young cunt.
“Let me get on top,” I said, wanting a little break to keep myself from coming too quickly.
As I rolled on top of her little teenage body I wondered how it must have been for the boys who had fucked her before. I got on top and positioned my hands on her ass cheeks. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t be afraid, do what you want.”
I started to fuck her hard. “Oh, oh,oooh, yes, AAHHHHH, that’s the way, that’s the way, yes, yes, fuck me”, she moaned.
I pounded her hard letting most of my weight crash into her.
“Oh please, fuck me just like that, please don’t stop, God it feels so good, break me in half.” I grabbed her ass cheeks tighter and with all of my strength I pushed the FULL length of my shaft inside of her.
I could feel the rush of sperm beginning to churn up from my testicles, tight in their sac. I started to slow down but the feeling was too incredible. Kaitlyn sensed my impending orgasm and tried to stop me.
“Please pull out, Joe. I’m not on…”
But it was too late. Nothing on earth could have stopped me then and I released a flood of sperm into her teenage pussy. I pounded so hard as I came that my semen became a froth, leaking out of her cunt and matting our pubic hairs. When I was done I collapsed onto her, exhausted.
As my cock began to shrink I rolled off and lit a cigarette. More sperm leaked out of her onto the bed. Kaitlyn came into my arms and I cuddled her.
She went to sleep in my arms. After taking a quick catnap I got up, showered and dressed. I took a seat, smoking cigarettes as I watched her. Asleep she looked like a child, at peace and without worry.
When she did awaken I kissed her and thanked her for a great time. She told me I was a great lover and asked if we could do it again. I told her Thursday’s could be our time and we made plans for the following week.
Kaitlyn stayed with me for over two years and every Thursday was our night together. Every bout was better than the last, and I always had a hard time talking to Kaitlyn’s parent.

Door #6 was ajar just as she said it would be. Her instruction was to arrive at 3 pm, walk in and find further instructions.
She is Mistress Nikki, my goddess of love and lust. I met her online, called her for phone sex and then over time I fell deeply in love with her. From the very beginning I felt as though I were the only one in the world who mattered to her. In turn she became my sole focus for pleasure, lust and love.
In my first month of servitude, I gave Mistress control of my sex life. She took it away and forbade me to have sex with my wife. In the second week of no sex I sent her my picture. It was unsolicited yet I wanted her to see me, to judge me. After two weeks, our stars aligned and we talked on the phone again. She told me to stroke and make myself cum for her in the first five minutes. The orgasm was wonderful and copious. Two weeks is a long interval between orgasms, especially when it’s with Mistress Nikki. I came twice in that call. The second of which came no less than an hour of cooperative edge play.
That call and so many others seemed like only yesterday as I stood in the doorway and peered into room #6. It was dark, the drapes were closed and I reached inside to feel for a light switch. Finding one, I flipped it upward and then walked in.
It was an ordinary motel room with a bed and bed side tables on one side and a counter with tv on it on the other side. On the bed was a box with an envelope on top of it. The envelope had my full name written on it and beneath that she stated you have my permission to open this envelope and read what’s inside.
Dear Bob,
Thank you for coming this far to meet your destiny. I intend to use you completely while you are here to visit. We will be starting in short order so you have some tasks to complete before I enter your room.
1. Leave the door open. There is no key to this room. We are squatting. You need to know that in case we are caught.
2. Go to the bathroom, strip and then shave your genitals. Slave genitalia are meant to be bald.
3. Take a warm bath. Stay in the tub at least one hour. Wash everywhere, especially that ass hole.
4. Dry yourself off, return to the bed and open the box. Further instructions await.
I followed her instructions to the letter and over an hour later I returned to the bedroom refreshed and relaxed. My cock hung rock hard between my legs. The room’s cool air kissed my hairless balls. Inside the box was a letter and several objects. I picked up the letter and read it first.
Slave,
You are a motel whore. Pick up the phone in the box and call me. I’m the first entry in the directory list.
Love, Mistress Nikki
My cock head elongated on its own as the opportunity to hear my Mistress’ voice sank in. The cell phone was already on when I opened it up. Finding her number is easy enough. It was the one at the top of the directory. Several other names appeared in the directory and as I scrolled through the list. I stopped at one I recognized. It was my wife’s cell phone number.
I started to stroke my cock as I recalled the time I gave it to Mistress. It was during a prolonged edge play phone session. I was on cam, naked and stroking while she whispered in my ear that it was time to give up something meaningful if I wanted to cum. Her tone spoke to me as well as what she said. “I want your wife’s phone #. I want to call and hear her voice,” she said. “Is that all?” I asked. “No, I want to call her and tell her about us while my cock is buried in your ass.” I believed what she said and nearly came over it. Her boldness excited me. “Stroke that cock harder and faster boy, but you can’t cum until I have that #. I deserve it don’t I?” she asked. When she put it that way I gave up the # and then I was rewarded with a magnificent orgasm.
Back to now, I called the listing she asked me to and on one ring she answered “Hello slut.”
“Hello Mistress.”
“Stroke your cock for me slut. You know the rules: thumb and index finger, nice and slow. Think about me and how you want to please me. No cumming without my permission.”
My thumb and index finger were not enough stimulation but combined with her voice and the promise of meeting her face-to-face were more than enough to keep me hard.
“Open the drawer under the TV.”
I turned to face the TV and saw the drawer. Inside the drawer were panties and a white box.
“Pick out a pair of panties and put them on.”
I picked a pink pair. They were boy shorts and I slipped them on easily. They fit perfectly.
“Are they on?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good now you can stroke your cock with only your index finger on the material.” Then she laughed.
I started to comply and then moaned. The feeling was incredible. So soft and stimulating too.
“You even moan like a whore. I like that.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
“How long has it been since I let you have an orgasm?”
“Four weeks and five days.”
“That’s an awfully long time isn’t it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Do you want to cum for me now?”
“Yes I do Mistress.”
“Good then you’ll have no trouble doing something for me will you?”
“No Mistress. No trouble.”
“I’m in the parking lot and I want you to stand in the doorway with your hands pressed on the wall above your head.”
I paused to think about what she said. “Won’t I get into trouble?”
“You are a motel whore. Show me how you solicit business with your body.”
Consumed by true lust and devotion to Mistress Nikki, I stepped to the door and opened it wider. She was here already: standing before me wearing a long rain coat, holding a cell phone to her ear and smiling back at me. She clicked off her phone and then dropped it into the open purse that hung from her shoulder and said “Show me.”
I raised my hands to press the door jam above my head and then I moved my hands and feet to the door jamb’s corners. I stood like a big X and I closed my eyes and slowly twisted at my waist. My intent was to twist and undulate pressing my bare chest toward her while my ass went in the opposite direction. I did my best and hoped she was convinced as I moved my chest away from view and presented a full frontal view of my pink boy shorts and the hard cock that lay visibly beneath the material.
If I had a name for this gyration it would be “sexy lean and twist.” It is something I always wanted to watch a woman to do for me and now I’m trying to do this to seduce my Mistress. When I opened my eyes again I was nearly upright yet looking at the middle of her rain coat. How hot would it be if she opened it and invited me to take her into my mouth right here? I moaned over my delicious wish and then I scanned upward to catch her gaze with mine.
Mistress smiled and then she stepped closer and pushed herself into me. “You look so much better live than on cam, do you know that?” she asked.
“So do you Mistress.”
“Hi” she whispered and drew closer to me.
“Hi” I replied just before our lips met and we kissed. It was an unrehearsed, natural greeting. Our chemistry took over immediately. Whatever had been planned was just interrupted. The only thing that mattered now was the course our bodies desired. I embraced her in my arms and pressed myself into her as she did the same. It was my first time ever to embrace a woman and feel her excitement poking back at me. Our fantasy was now reality. To feel her in my arms after so many phone calls and dreams was a blessing and a privilege I hoped never to take for granted.
Mistress moaned in my mouth. Her tongue darted past my teeth and tapped against my tongue. I let her in, relaxing my jaw and flattening my tongue. I want her in my mouth. I wish I could tell her without stopping our kiss. She reaches up my back and grips my head in her soft hand. Her fingers comb through my hair and then press onto my scalp. She holds my head firmly now and ravishes my mouth with her tongue. I love this. It’s a dominant’s kiss. Passionate and devouring, her effect on me is immense.
My body reacts on impulse in search of the physical stimulation that touches my soul by way of my cock. I grind my panty covered cock into her rain coat as Mistress Nikki continues her tonguing of my open mouth. My movement down below feels good and yet I know my height makes it difficult for Mistress to control our kiss and so I stop the grind and acquiesce to her desires.
The kiss takes on a life of its own. My face is wet with her saliva and man o man she tastes good: fresh and clean and wonderful. I swallow her breath and the moisture from her kiss so she can become part of me. And then as her vigor subsides I feel a new need coming on strong: to reciprocate the deep soul-touching kiss she has given me.
This woman taps my lust like no other and now that we embrace like lovers, I take my turn, moving my hand between her shoulder blades, over the nape of her neck and on to the back of her head as her hand relinquishes its grip on mine. She is in my grip now and with my other hand at her waist I take over our kiss.
My tongue enters her mouth with the confidence of a winning prize fighter who has withstood the opening round’s flurry of activity and now takes his turn with the counters and attacks. Nikki accepts my turn of passion and lust. Her jaw relaxes to me and I press my mouth onto her face and shove my tongue as deep into her mouth as I can. The stretch on the underside of my tongue begins to burn and I must withdraw slightly. Yet I want to go deeper to show her my desire, to convince her I love her without having to interrupt our passion with words.
When our kiss subsides we part and look at one another. “That was some first kiss,” she says and pats her chest with her fingers.
“Yeah, it was incredible. I loved the way you kissed me first and I just couldn’t help it I needed to kiss you back with equal fervor.”
“Invite me in?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said and walked backward and to the side to let her in.
She walked into the room, past me and put her purse on the counter. Then she turned and said “Why don’t you be a good boy and shut the door for us.”
I reached for the door as I stepped to it and shut it swiftly. The room was dark now and I said “where is the light?”
I could hear her moving and then she switched on the lamp hanging over the table that stood between the bed and door. I stroked lightly on the outline of my cock thinking about the second half of our kiss. I was still feeling the remnants of the alpha male coursing through my body and I looked at Nikki not as my Mistress but as a woman I wanted to take and make love to.
Yet the material around my cock was a swift reminder of my real place in Nikki’s life. And as quickly as the alpha surfaced, he was replaced by the maiden.
Free of the mask of strength and manliness, I decide to wait for Mistress to speak first.
“Come here baby,” she said. Her finger was crooked and moving as if to beckon me to her. When we were face to face again, looking into each other’s eyes and feeling the magnetism I whispered “Your eyes are so beautiful Mistress.”
“Thank you my slut,” she whispered. “I told you that you would like them.”
I nodded and gazed at her mouth momentarily. Her soft supple lips looked so inviting and I wanted to kiss them again.
“Tell me whore, are you ready to see my cock?”
A new light cast within me. Her simple question was my first trigger and the response was quiet acknowledgement.
“Uh huh,” I mumbled.
She had given me this trigger and many others on the phone. We were just talking on the phone one day and she explained everything she wanted to do including using chastity and the planting of sexual triggers in my brain to guide and control my complete surrender to her. The very idea made me want to jerk off immediately. She took me to the edge and as I was on the brim of cumming, I begged for the triggers and promised to do anything she wanted. It took time but eventually I receive my cock lock in the mail and we started having the ice calls. The day or days before a call I put my cock lock on and froze the key in ice. At the start of the call I put the ice on a warm plate and then listened to Mistress as she put me under hypnosis. It was a magical experience. I felt safe and comfortable the entire time. And an hour later, I was fully awake, refreshed, released from the cock lock and openly masturbating as a tribute to my Mistress.
But now as I stand here with Mistress, the trigger unlocked the response and my response unlocked a memory and I found myself dropping to my knees before her. Then I looked upward with my mouth open. It seemed as though she were smiling but the distance, angle of vision and lighting made it impossible for me to discern any real expression on her lips. Then I got my answer. In one movement she opened her coat and let it fall over her shoulders and onto the floor behind her.
(To be continued.)

He stood, leaning on the bars, his eyes following my wife as we made it to the dance floor. I swear I saw a large bulge shift in his pants. I whispered to my wife, casually trying to play it off. At first she didn’t notice him, until he reached down to adjust himself, causing her to blush and turn quickly in embarrassment as he smiled and winked.
I admit I felt a little uncomfortable. The discussion had played a hundred times over. The thought of a black man ravishing my wife was a turn on for the both of us. Even in our role playing, a big black dildo sliding in and out of her wet pussy never failed to top the night off, especially when she’d lose control, call me every nigger word in the book, and cream until she was fighting for air.
Of course we had never dared take it beyond fantasy. A few times we had ventured to swinger clubs, but never found anyone to my wife likes. She had even ground her tight little ass against a few large boners. Those nights provide to be a real turn on. With all the grinding and feeling up of those big black throbbing ball-bats, we’d ended up cutting the night short and fucking ourselves silly right out in the parking lot. But by the way my wife was thrusting her pelvis, grinding her ass on my crotch, and staring into the eyes of a young black stud half her age, told me this night was going to be a homerun.
After introducing himself, he fell into script. He invited us to a private cozy corner booth and ordered a round of drinks. He complemented my wife’s beauty, letting her know she was a lucky woman to have such an understanding man. He turned out to be the club’s owner. He was curious as to why he had never seen us there before. He was sure he would have remembered us, especially my wife because she’s drop dead gorgeous, standing a petite five four with a tight little gymnast body, green sparkling eyes, and long blond flowing hair that reaches to the middle of her back.
I explained that we where on vacation and just out club hopping, trying to find a little fun. I had no ideal he had slipped his hand under my wife’s dress, until she gripped my hand and let out a sudden sigh. His long smooth fingers caressed and teased the nakedness of her soft white thighs, stroking and manipulating until he was about to slide her wet panties to the side and work a finger deep inside of her.
I almost lost it, as if the current of her pleasure was flowing through my veins. He worked in one finger, and then another, until he was up to the knuckles. If not for the privacy of the booth blocking the view, and the load music muffling her cries of passion, my wife laid exposed. She was out of control, lying between us, her dress up around her waist, her panties to the side, being finger fucked by a black man we had met some twenty minutes ago.
It wasn’t till he spread her swollen lips like a butterfly and started licking her clit, that I lost it. My dick erupted, pumping a load out of my balls that started at my toes and had my head spinning with luscious delight. My reaction came from the serenity on my wife’s face, her breath caught in a easy surge of moans, gasps, and groans, her head thrown back, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body evolving into a thunderous echoing cry that sent her body into one span after another, until she laid limp, her head laying on the wet spot in my lap.
He assured us that we’d be more comfortable and have more privacy if we took it to his office. How was I to argue, especially since my wife was glaring at that big boner in his pants? His office, set aside from the typical club look, was elegant and well furnished. It spoke of his class and presented the wealth of his character. He was a businessman. Occasionally he’d find his way out to the bar to get a drink and check out the haps. He spotted my wife because she had a look of class and elegance that few men get to drip into, especially professional men that knew what to do with a willing tight wet pussy.
He opened a side door and showed us into a bedroom. It was the set where he created all his masterpieces. But he assured my wife that the cameras would be off, the lights would be low, and sweet music will be whispering in her ear.
The charge had already been set out in the booth. Naked upon the bed, he plunged into her with one deep penetrating stroke and laid it deep inside of her until she could relax from the length and width of his long black dick. Slowly he played with her, rotating his dick, or pulling it out just when she’d fall into a deep groove and find herself lost in heaven. Each time she’d scream in anger he’d take in up another notch and plunge into her pussy until she was sobering like a baby.
He fucked her zealously, plunging his long black dick again and again. She accepted him like a nymphomaniac, each plunge coming out creamy white as she clung onto his strong lean muscular body, the sweat making it hard for her to hold on to him, until he took her legs and placed them over his shoulders.
He slowly fed her his length, each fat inch coming back out to find a coating of delight to dip back into. The gut digging penetration made her tense up as he slowed his drive, pulled his dick back, and played the head at her opening of her pussy until she was yearning to have him back inside.
He sank deep into her nice and slow, until he had her open and caught in the rhythm and flow of his gliding dick. He pulled his steely long black dick out to the tip and plunged it deep into her seeping wet pussy over and over again. He showed no mercy, animalistic in his plunging; showing her what it meant to be truly and deeply fucked by a man. He threw long hard dick in every inch and angle of her pussy. He stretched her tight pussy walls and made them melt like butter as she cried and hung with every mind blowing plunge. He fucked her through a mirage of sudden breathtaking orgasm, plunging and grinding deep into her body until she lay upon his chest and glazed at his dick.
She wanted more, and you could tell by the purring of her body. Her hand moved slowly down to pet her baby until it stirred and begin to come back to life. The joy of needing it sent a fire downstairs that turned on the drive of her lips moving quickly to her desires to have him back deep inside of her.
She tasted him. She sucked him and worshiped his dick until it was hard as steel and his balls were as tight as a musket. Then she climbed on top, found him with her hand, and positioned him at the entrance of her dripping desire.
Her face left no doubt of the pleasure as she sank slowly down onto his hard rod, taking him one cry at a time until his nuts were soaked with the joy of her pleasure. She slowly begins to ride his long black dick, riding her wet pussy up and down thirteen inches of steely four inch width. She rode him slow, pussy muscle massaging him better than his Vaseline palm. She rode him until his balls drew up tight and he was thrashing about on the bed, being held down by his wrists as she took him from his ego and turned him on.
Her pussy was wet and gripping tight as she rolled up and down the towering length of his shaft. He was captivated by her sudden dominance and control. He had been sure that she’s only amounts to a good satisfying fuck, another bitch that thrived on the scheme of Black Santa, his porn name. He was a prime veteran stud, his monster dick legendary. To him it was just another job paid for by a husband fulfilling a wife’s fantasy. But this one was more than just a willing wet pussy. She was a willing wet pussy come to fuck, a willing wet pussy he just couldn’t seem to get enough of no matter how hard he plowed up into her sweet dick suckin’ pussy.
She held him, controlling him. She made him look deep into the pool of her sparkling green eyes as she fucked. The fluctuation of her hips, working her pussy, pulled up the length of his shaft with suckling ripples. His balls were on overload as he plunged aimless up into her, only to be held at bay in a delightful exploitation of sadistic passion. She rode up and down his steely shaft until the veins expanded and it looked like his dick couldn’t possibly get any harder or any bigger without ripping through the skin. She fucked him until she was purely satisfied, until a smile of sweet satisfaction spread across her innocence face, and all she had cum for drained down her inner thighs.
I smiled at her as she removed the rubber and jacked his towering dick, releasing the storm she had built up in his balls. It erupted like a volcano, pump one roping load after another into the air, until he slowly calmed, coming back down to earth with pools of cum all over his face, chest, stomach, and legs.

I’d met Roger at a photographic society meeting. Well, not met him exactly, in fact he’d approached me after one of the meetings and asked if I’d like to do some private shots. I’d been doing a bit of modelling at a few of these meetings to make some extra money for my trip round Europe, a study of the male form they apparently called it. I was a bit suspicious at first as I thought he may be getting a bit fresh, but he quickly assured me that it was nothing like that and that he wanted me to pose with his wife while he took some shots. I was a bit dubious and still didn’t trust him but when he offered me twice what I was getting for the usual modelling I just couldn’t turn it down and we agreed I’d visit the following Friday night. I meanwhile reassured myself that if he did try anything on I’d plant him and still take the money.
So anyway Friday night arrived and I made my way across town to his place, very nice it was too in a posh area of town, and knocked at the door. Roger answered it, a big grin spreading across his face when he saw me, “So glad you could make it,” he said, “Please come in, Stephanie’s dying to meet you.” I followed him through to the sitting room and there standing by the fireplace was Stephanie, she was nothing like I expected. Roger was in his early forties and was no oil painting and I was half expecting his wife to be of the same ilk. I thought I’d just get through it by thinking of the money but Stephanie however was nothing like her husband, fortunately for me.
She was probably late thirties, slim, with dark shoulder length hair, she was much better looking than I expected and it briefly crossed my mind as to what she was doing with Roger. She stepped across to meet me shook my hand, kissed my cheek and offered to get me a drink. I accepted, thinking it would help calm my nerves a bit. She brought it to me and then disappeared upstairs, “I’ll just go and get ready” she said as she left. What for, I wondered. While she was gone Roger explained that the thought of seeing his wife with another bloke had always turned him on and he thought that this was a good way of achieving his fantasies.
Takes all sorts, I pondered to myself. He explained he just wanted to do a couple of rolls of film to see how things went and we’d take it from there. Just as I finished my drink Stephanie called from the top of the stairs that she was ready and with a little excitement and some trepidation I made my way up the stairs. Roger said he’d be up in a few minutes, he’d let me get ready and get more acquainted with Stephanie first while he got his camera gear ready.
When I reached the top of the stairs I heard her call me into the main bedroom at the end of the landing and I entered nervously. She was sitting at her dressing table as I entered but rose to meet me. She had changed her clothes and now wore a white silk dressing gown, what was underneath I could not tell as yet. “Don’t be shy” she said taking me by the hand and leading me over to the side of the bed. “Here let me help you get out of these things so we can get started. I’m so pleased you came, you are as good looking as Roger said.” I blushed and she began to unbutton my shirt. Once removed she ran her hands across my chest and shoulders and sighed admirably, “This is going to be even better than I thought” she said.
She proceeded to unbuckle my belt and undid my pants and slid them over my hips so they fell to my feet. I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants free and threw them to one side. I stood in front of Stephanie now dressed in just my shorts and she looked me up and down and smiled, “My word, you look even better than you do in Roger’s photo’s” she commented. “You mean you’ve seen the photo’s?” I asked. “Oh yes, whose idea do you think it was to invite you?”
“Well I presumed it was Roger’s”
“Roger has always wanted to watch me with another man but I was never too keen. But when he showed me your photo’s I thought yes why not. I’ve got a secret thing about younger, athletic men but I’ve never told Roger and I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to fulfill my secret yearning. But the good thing is I’d be doing it with Roger’s full approval as well and he wouldn’t even realise.”
“Very clever.”
“Yes, I thought so too.” She stepped forward so she came in close proximity to me and I could feel her breath on my chest and she ran her hands down my sides until they reached my shorts. She looked up to me and we both bent forward and began to kiss. It started off a little tentative but soon developed into quite a passionate embrace and I began to feel myself stiffen in my shorts. Stephanie giggled as it pushed into her side as we embraced, “Mmm, I can tell you’re going to look good in the photo’s” she teased. She broke off, stepped back and undid the tie on her dressing down. I let out low whistle as she slowly pulled it open and stood there before me clad underneath her wrap in white lace basque, briefs stockings and suspenders. “Jeez, you look fabulous” I said. “You’d better be careful, flattery will get you everywhere if you’re not careful.”
“I only hope it does” I replied. We heard Roger coming up the stairs and she covered herself up again for the time being. “Hope you two are getting on ok?” he asked as he came into the bedroom carrying his camera. “Oh I think we’re going to be just fine, don’t you Steve?” she responded. “Yes I think so” I replied. “Good, good,” said Roger “It makes it so much easier for me when your subjects get on well. So why don’t we get started then.”
“My sentiments exactly” said Stephanie, she pushed me onto the bed then stood in front of me and undid her gown again. However she removed it this time and I looked her up and down once more. I heard Roger’s camera click and suddenly became very self-conscious. “Well , what do you think of her?” asked Roger. “She.. she’s lovely” I answered, still a little overawed by the unusual situation I now found myself in. “Yes, I think so too.” Stephanie giggled and sat down next to me on the bed, “Alright then Roger tell us what you’d like us to do” she said. “Ok, if you could kiss first” he instructed. Stephanie leaned over and our lips met and we kissed, Roger began to click away again and her hands started to stroke their way over my body. “Yes that’s good, Stephanie. Now you do the same Steve.”
Hesitantly my hands began to find their way around her smooth lace clad body. “That’s it Steve, don’t be afraid, I’m not worried your with my wife so don’t you be either.” I took him by his word and more confidently began to stroke Stephanie’s lovely curves as she sighed appreciatively. This was completely different to the usual modelling, there I could just switch off and not think about the situation but this was so much more intimate. I was starting to enjoy it a bit now though. “That’s great” said Roger “Now Stephanie, if you could uncup your breasts and Steve if you could fondle them.” We both did as instructed and I started to fondle and lick her stiffening nipples. Stephanie threw back her head and moaned slightly, playing up to the camera.
“Wonderful” said Roger from the corner. “Now Steph, kneel up and let Steve remove your panties.” She knelt before me on the bed and I ran my hands over her smooth bottom before very slowly pulling down her panties to reveal her glistening pussy. I’d now decided that I was going to make as much of this opportunity as I could and was determined to give Stephanie as much pleasure as possible as well so that her fantasy was more than fulfilled too. Roger seemed to be getting more and more excited by the scene that was unfolding before his lens and he snapped away happily. I in the meantime was getting more excited myself and with my inhibitions starting to wane there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from becoming hard.
I pulled Steph’s briefs completely off and as she looked round to me and the camera I brushed her pussy lightly with my fingertips. She gasped in anticipation and Roger urged me on. “Go on Steve, put them in.” Slowly I slid first one finger, then two inside her velvet depths and Stephanie moaned out loud as I did so. I fingered her briefly while Roger got his shots in and Stephanie pushed her hips back onto my exploring fingers.
“Ok, Steph, turn over, and Steve you pretend to lick her out.” Whether Roger liked it or not there was no way I was going to pretend. Stephanie turned over and lay before me, her legs spread wide in readiness as she lay there smiling at me. We both knew what was going to happen, even if Roger didn’t realise. Roger came in close for a couple of shots while I looked like I was about to lick Stephanie, my tongue hovering tantalisingly close to her sweet smelling labia. Then as he pulled back for some wider shots behind me where he couldn’t see what was going on I stuck my tongue right in. Stephanie gasped out and pretended to play up to the camera as Roger became more and more excited at the quality of the shots he was getting. Licking quickly at her insides and deftly flicking her clitoris with my tongue Stephanie cried out and came almost immediately, obviously extremely turned on by the situation she found herself in.
“Ok Steve now it’s your turn. Steph, take off his shorts and grab hold of him.”
“This is what I’ve been waiting for” she whispered in my ear as I lay back on the bed. She slid her hands over my body and down to my shorts and then slowly pulled them off over my legs. Now fully exposed to Roger’s camera I again quickly became very self conscious but as Stehanie curled her fingers around my shaft I forgot all about it again. She began to wank me slowly and I lay back and really began to enjoy myself. With no further instruction from Roger, and obviously letting the situation take over Steph lowered her head and took me between her lips.
“That look’s great” said Roger from behind his viewfinder and he moved in close as she bobbed up and down on my member. I was loving this by now. “Right Steph, climb up onto him” urged her husband. She took me from her mouth grasped me tightly and straddled me. Holding my dick at her entrance teasingly Roger shot some more close ups from behind. Then as he moved round to the front to photograph her face she sank down onto me in one long smooth motion, groaning loudly as she did so. Slowly she began to grind onto me as I pushed back up to meet her strokes and both our faces filled with ecstasy as we closed our eyes and briefly forgot about her husband even being there. We were brought back to earth when his voice asked us to get into the doggy position and we looked at each other with startled expressions both realising we’d been completely lost in our own world.
We shifted round and I entered her again after briefly pausing to let Roger get his beloved shot in. Why he wouldn’t want to be where I was I just couldn’t understand. After a few strokes to let him get some more shots in we turned round again and this time I entered Stephanie in the military position and she clasped her legs around my back. I could feel myself building up quickly now and knew that Steph was close to her own climax by her shortened breathing.
“Get ready Roger,” I warned, “I’m about to come.” With final strokes I pulled out as Stehanie cried out in the throes of her climax and spilled my seed all over her pubic hair. “Fantastic” Roger cried as I did so, but his comments were currently not a concern as I continued to shoot my load over Stephanie’s gorgeous body.
We dressed afterwards and returned downstairs for some more drinks. “That was great. I’m extremely pleased and I’m sure the photo’s will turn out great.” said Roger. Stephanie smiled at me, I could see from the look on her face that she was more than pleased as well. “If you’re interested,” he continued “there’s something else I’d like to do as well.”
“What’s that?” I asked. I hoped it would involve Stephanie again, in which case I would be more than happy to oblige. “Well now the photo’s are in the bag I was wondering if you’d like to do a home video?” As the concept raced through my mind Stephanie looked at me encouragingly and smiled, obviously hoping that I would agree. How could I turn her down. “Yes Ok then,” I started, a big smile spread across his face, “but on one condition.”
“Name it” said Roger eagerly. “This time you don’t get to call the shot’s. It’s up to me and Steph what we do you’ll just be there to film it.”
“Fine by me” he responded. A big smile spread across Stephanie’s face this time.
I asked Steph to go upstairs and change again explaining that I wanted a full undressing scene to take place first. She eagerly agreed and went off to change. I poured myself another drink and Roger got the camcorder out of the cupboard and started loading his blank cassette. When it was ready I downed my drink and we went back upstairs. Stephanie was ready again and had changed into a black dress, she looked gorgeous. Roger followed me in, sat in a chair in the corner and switched on the video. I stepped over to Stephanie, “You look fabulous” I whispered in her ear.
“Thank you,” she replied “I can’t wait.” I kissed her passionately then turned her round and slowly unzipped her dress as Roger began to film us from his position in the corner. I slipped her dress down over her shoulders and it fell over her hips and came to rest at her feet. Underneath she had also changed into a black lace teddy and black hold up stockings with lace tops.
“Wow!” was all I could think to say. She helped me with the buttons on my shirt and then sat down as I removed my pants. As I stood up she grabbed hold of me by the hips and pulled me towards her. Her head was level with my navel and she pulled down my shorts and took my dick in her hand again. It quickly began to grow in size as she tossed me off and then came to full strength as those luscious lips of hers closed round it once more. She bobbed her head as I stood there, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy as Roger sat quietly in the corner filming the proceedings.
She stopped and I pushed her back on the bed. Kneeling between her legs I pulled them open and hooked them over my shoulders, her black stilettos lightly digging into my back. I stroked her pussy through the lace of her teddy and she gasped out loud as I did so. Then pulling it to one side I slipped my tongue into her depths again and began to drink her freely flowing juices. Moaning loudly she pulled me into her more tightly by using the grip she had on me with her legs and I forced a finger into her. My tongue worked its way upwards along the length of her groove and began to work away eagerly at her clitoris. She flinched as I started to encircle it and then began to buck her hips against my mouth and probing fingers. Increasing my speed she came soon after, her body shaking violently, crying out as she did so.
She eventually relaxed the grip of her legs and I stood up. Popping the fasteners on her teddy I knelt before her and pushed my erection deep into her, grunting lustfully as I entered. I remained kneeling as she lay prostrate and pulled her legs around me allowing myself access to push into her harder. She whimpered each time I pushed in and then looked across at her husband, “He’s fucking me Roger” she stated matter of factly through her moans, “He’s really fucking me.” She accentuated the word really as she spoke. Roger just snorted at her statement and carried on filming. They really were an odd couple. I released my grip on her this time, turned her over and entered her doggy style again, really pushing hard into her now.
“Don’t stop baby” she urged, “My God, where did you find this guy Roger?” she asked across the room. There was no reply. I looked across the room to see Roger was rubbing himself through his pants as he filmed us and seemed completely wrapped up in the situation and totally at ease with the fact that his wife was being screwed senseless by a complete stranger before his very eyes. I know for sure I couldn’t have done it.
I pulled out and lay beside her, she lay next to me facing away and I entered her again from the side. Roger must have been getting some great penetration shots from where he sat, but nothing like the penetration that Stephanie was now getting. She cried out again and shuddered against me as she climaxed once more and I could feel the familiar build up of my own returning once more. I pulled out and stood up on the bed. Stephanie knew exactly what my thought’s were and even Roger exclaimed his appreciation at what he was about to get on video.
Taking me into her mouth once more Stephanie’s sucking pushed me to my second orgasm of the evening and sensing it’s imminent arrival she pulled me from her mouth and began to wank me frantically. Shouting out as I felt it surge through my insides my come splattered Stephanie in wave after wave. It was in her hair, in her mouth and virtually obscured her features. It dripped from her mouth as she continued to suck me dry and my knees began to buckle with the ferocity of the climax I had just enjoyed. As it subsided we both looked across at Roger who now having just stooped filming was coming himself in his own pants at the spectacle he’d just witnessed.
We went downstairs and watched the video when we were finished. It was always weird seeing yourself on video anyway but seeing myself screwing Stephanie was stranger still. Admittedly, it was still very horny though and with none of the usual rubbish storylines you have to sit through in blue movies. Roger was delighted with our performance and even gave me an extra tip on top of the “modelling fee” we’d agreed on when Stephanie was out of the room. I still couldn’t believe I was getting paid for this. When Roger was out of the room I agreed to meet Stephanie again. Next time it would be just the two of us and it really would be a private showing.

Sometimes Rhianna hated being Master’s favorite.
First, Master had forced her to fellate and have intercourse with the outsider- the man who said his name was “Joseph Gray.” She hadn’t minded the intercourse, but she did not appreciate being forced to do anything without having a say. Now on top of that humiliation, Rhianna had been told to drag the body of the outsider to the pit and feed the unwanted ones.
Rhianna grimaced. Master treated her like a common slave.
She plopped the corpse at the foot of the pit, feeling a cold breeze sift through the mine shaft and lick through her flaming red hair. At one time, men had searched this place for riches; now it held only monsters. Rhianna felt too annoyed to enjoy the irony.
Voices drifted from the pit: “I smell Red!” “Red is here!” “Come down, Red, and play with us!”
They sounded like voices of children, giggling and playful, but Rhianna knew better. The mere sight of the unwanted could bring madness. She shivered. The unwanted weren’t like Master or her. They were another type of being altogether, and she didn’t understand why Master kept them around. Certainly not just for garbage disposal.
“Red!” “You’ll like it down here!” “Come and give us a kiss!” “We SMELL you!”
She hated it when they called her “Red.” Rhianna kicked the blood-drained body into the pit with a grunt, and the voices broke their choir. Instead of the childish whispers, the sound of grunts and ripping meat echoed from the darkness of the pit. Something tore and crunched, and Rhianna felt wet specks splatter her face: bits of flesh and gristle. She turned and fled, hating herself for the fear that chilled the undead blood in her veins.
“Don’t leave, Red. We’ll save some for YOUUUUUU!”
When she found the entrance to the mine shaft, heart-pounding and out of breath, a sharp male voice stopped her.
“Something bothering you, Red?”
Rhianna froze and looked towards the tall dark shape standing in the dusky dark. The fear left her. She recognized the voice.
“You’re back?” she said.
“Just for tonight; I leave again tomorrow.” The shape paused and chuckled. “Why were you running?”
“The unwanted, they are so… I don’t understand why Master sends me there. She knows how I despise them,” Rhianna said.
“Even Master is not above simple amusements,” the dark man said with another chuckle. “It makes me smile knowing that even her new favorite is not above her cruel jokes.”
“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Rhianna said, furrowing her brow. At one time, she knew that the dark man had been the favorite- quite a feat considering the dark man was not one of them- but had fallen out of favor. In a way, Master could be very fickle with her toys.
“Jealous? Hardly. Not when you please me so well, Red.”
“Don’t call me Red.”
Rhianna tired of the games and slinked up to the dark man and drew her lips up to his face. For a moment, she felt only blank skin; then lips slipped out from the dark and met hers. His arms formed out of shadows and wrapped around the small of her back, pressing her close. Fingers crept under the straps of Rhianna’s makeshift dress and flicked them over her milky white shoulders. She closed her eyes and let the dark man sweep away her senses along with her clothes.
Heat grew in the pit of her stomach, and her rising desire drove away the frozen chill of eternal damnation. Something akin to blood-lust, a ritual as old as the feeding, sent a flutter through Rhianna’s unbeating heart. Her red-painted lips grew in a smile.
Even the undead sometimes just needed a good, hard fuck.
Her tongue lashed out and tasted him- salty and cold- as she made her way lower until gravel bit her knees on the ground. Through the grainy darkness, Rhianna wrapped her smooth fingers over his cock and slid it past her lips, into her mouth. She worked it into the back of her throat, pulled back, then forward and took him deeper. Decades of experience had given her a mastery of the craft.
The dark man sighed above her, a breath lost in the warm night breeze.
She stroked him with slick, fluid movements. Her tongue lapped at the root of his cock, tickling the swaying sack that hung there. She looked up at him with her glowing green eyes: emeralds glittering through the shadows. She knew the effect this had on all men; her eyes were a religion all their own, and men worshipped them as gods.
Rhianna’s jaw stretched wide (the dark man had given her more than a mouthful), and she had to do everything in her power to not cut him with her fangs. A single bite could lead to disaster. As if he sensed her concern, the dark man pushed her back, and his cock popped out of her mouth with a wet slurp.
“What’s wr-,” she began, but then the dark man pulled her up, flipped her over and impaled her from behind, driving his engorged shaft up through her patch of bristly red pubic hair and into the moist wet softness hidden there. She screamed with pleasure and pain as he invaded her. Her red hair flung around her head in a blaze of passion.
For a moment, she went mad and Rhianna saw them: the horde of children she had killed, sitting in the rocks around her, watching with unblinking dead eyes as she furiously coupled. The faces of the children were without emotion, ghosts who simply sat and glared. Rhianna’s stomach growled- sweet, sweet memories.
She blinked, and they were gone.
The dark man’s hands gripped her hips as he drove into her harder and harder. Bolts of hot electric pleasure-pain stabbed her. She uttered a deep moan and lost control and gnashed her teeth and flew over the edge into oblivion. Her orgasm flooded through her body, exploding from her crotch and tearing up through her gut and shooting tickling tingles through her arms and hands and neck and head.
God, she wished she could bite him!
The dark man grunted and howled as he unleashed his freezing seed into her, a sensation like melting ice drenching Rhianna’s lower body. Goosebumps pimpled her delicate white skin, and she could not help the shivery tremors parading through her body.
For a moment, the only sound was the gasping of the restless dead.
“It seems you’re not wholly useless,” the dark man said quietly as his shriveling member shrank out of her and dribbled remnants of jism to the ground.
“Fucking shape shifting asshole!” Rhianna shrieked and swung around, hissing and baring her teeth like an angered serpent.
The dark man had already gone, melted away into the shadows.
***
“Here we are, almost missed it,” Morgan said and brought the car to a braking halt.
They found the book store tucked away on a lonely side street, easily overlooked amidst the busy hubbub of the city around it. They called it the “city that never sleeps” for good reason. A small metal sign sat above the front door and simply read, “Rare Books.”
Melvin remembered when he had happened upon Morgan’s shop and first stepped inside. He smiled. Now Morgan was his wife and his life before her felt like ancient history.
This book store had a similar aura surrounding it. He threw a glance towards Bridget Briswell in the back seat and wondered if she felt the same way. Bridget seemed lost in thought, her pale blue eyes fixated on the front of the book store, a thoughtful frown pulling at her lips. She had to be thinking about the phone call from Joey, the call that had set all of this into motion.
Without another word, Morgan pushed out of the car and made her way to the store. Melvin’s eyes followed her, feeling a hint of concern worm its way in his stomach. He and Morgan had found themselves caught up in another possible deadly adventure. He couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to her.
“Come on,” Melvin said, and he and Bridget exited the car and followed Morgan through the splintered front door of the book store. Inside, Melvin saw Morgan exchanging a hug with the owner, and a moment later, he realized he recognized the woman in Morgan’s arms.
“Melvin, hello!” Elizabeth Smoke said, breaking her embrace with Morgan and turning to face him. Her blonde hair had been cropped short in a boyish cut, and she looked older, more mature. She wore tan slacks and a dark purple blouse, buttoned to the curve of her cleavage. A thin white scar zigzagged across her forehead, a war wound from a battle Melvin remembered quire well. Melvin held in his surprise at the sight of her.
“Lizzie, it’s good to see you. Let me introduce you to a friend, Bridget Briswell,” Melvin said. Bridget held out her hand, and Lizzie gave it a perfunctory shake.
“What have you been up to?” Melvin asked after the handshake ended.
“I’ve sort of gone back to my old researching roots. I’m something of a historian-slash-archivist,” Lizzie said, scanning her shrewd eyes over the group before her. Like Morgan, Lizzie had no real grasp of time, and the unusual hour of their arrival did not seem to have an effect on her. “So what brings you here?”
Morgan pulled a crumpled map out of the front of her shirt and said, “What can you tell us about this?”
***
“Bloodless, Arizona,” Elizabeth Smoke said at last, tapping a finger on the page of the open book before her. Tall bookshelves stuffed with ancient volumes lined the walls of the room around the company of Melvin, Morgan, Bridget and Elizabeth. The crumpled map sat on the table next to the slim journal Elizabeth had pulled from one of the shelves after she had spent a short amount of time studying the torn hole decorating the area of Arizona where Joseph Gray had last contacted them. She looked up at them with a frown creasing the corners of her mouth. “Not a good thing.”
“Bloodless?” Bridget replied. She didn’t like the sound of that.
Elizabeth peered down at the book. “It was coined by a prospector. Seems that some gold was found in some of the caves there, but then cattle and horses started turning up drained of blood. Then kids started turning up the same way, and next thing you know, rumors are flying everywhere, and any notion of gold is forgotten on everyone’s rush to get the hell out of town.”
“Bloodless,” Morgan repeated. “Very subtle name.”
“Naturally, this haunted town of blood-drained animals and children is where Joey disappears. It couldn’t have been somewhere harmless and fun… like, oh, San Diego?” Melvin said as he straightened his glasses. This was just the kind of adventure he had hoped to avoid, and Morgan looked absolutely ecstatic about it. Her eyes were bright and glowing and filled with blue fire.
“You thinking what I’m thinking, Lizzie?” Morgan said. In response, Elizabeth slapped the book closed. A cloud of dust blew up off the book, and they all began to cough.
Elizabeth waved her hand in front of her face, choked on a lungful of dust, and said, “I sure as shit hope you’re not thinking vampires.”
A hand over her mouth, Bridget’s eyebrows drew up above an incredulous expression. She stumbled backward and plopped down into an old, velvety cushioned chair as if her legs had gone weak under her. A fat spider scurried from under the chair and disappeared into a bookshelf. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Vampires?” Bridget said and shook her head. “No. No way.”
“Yes,” Melvin said, nodding. “Bridget’s right. Let’s not jump to any hasty conclusions.”
“We’ll need a hunter,” Morgan said to Elizabeth, ignoring the two mortals in the room. Elizabeth ran a hand through her short blonde hair and looked thoughtful. After a moment, she nodded.
“I know just who you need,” she said.
In unison, Elizabeth and Morgan said, “Malcolm St. Graves.”
***
Davis City, Iowa- A wry smile curled Melvin’s lips at the thought of such a place calling itself a “city,” especially compared to the hectic insanity known as New York. Corn fields and tractors replaced skyscrapers and buses; cows and overalls replaced people and business suits. A wide blue sky soared above them instead of concrete and steel.
“This is hardly the place I’d expect a world-renown vampire hunter to live,” Melvin said as he veered the rental car onto a gravel drive off Main Street.
“Are you kidding? Quiet, isolated, decidedly old-fashioned- it’s perfect,” Morgan said with a beaming grin. Her long black hair had been pulled up in a hasty bun on top of her head, held together with a sharpened pencil. She wore jeans and a long-sleeved black t-shirt, a skull and crossbones decorating the front; Melvin believed it wouldn’t ever matter what Morgan wore. She’d look mind-blowing in ANYthing.
Reading the thought, Morgan winked at him, craned her neck to check out Bridget in the backseat and asked, “How you holding up?”
Blue, bruise-looking circles hung under Bridget’s eyes. Her hair was smashed flat where she had tried and failed to sleep by resting her head on the car window. Her khakis and red-and-green striped sweater looked respectively wrinkled and frazzled. For such an attractive woman, she looked like hell. Bridget shrugged.
“Obviously, I’ve been better,” she said.
“I hear that,” Melvin seconded.
Morgan laughed and said, “Fuckin’ A, right!”
Gravel crunched under the tires of the rental car as Melvin pulled it to a slow stop. As they peeled themselves out of the car and stretched, Melvin took a moment to inhale the crisp breeze of the fields around them. It smelled earthy and natural, unlike the metallic exhaust and fumes of the city. He took a moment to observe the landscape: rolling hills, a few trees, the occasional barn, haystack or cow.
“I could get used to this,” Melvin said, inhaling again, deeper this time.
Morgan, a self-proclaimed ‘city girl’ to the end, gave him a playful punch to the stomach and said, “That had better be a joke!” Melvin responded with a breathless “oomph!” and doubled over, clutching his knees.
Bridget took the moment to check out the home of Malcolm St. Graves, vampire hunter. The house stood an unimpressive two stories high and appeared no different than any of the other Iowan homesteads they’d passed during their uneventful drive. White paint cracked and flaked from more than a few places on the wooden siding. Drawn curtains hid whatever lurked behind the windows like closed eyelids. A clucking chicken bobbed across the front yard, pecking at unseen munchables hidden in the grass and pausing just long enough to appraise Bridget with a stupid bird stare. Bridget swallowed and shivered; something about the home and its wary silence unsettled her.
The hand on her shoulder made Bridget jump, and Melvin quickly drew it back.
“You ready?” he said. Bridget flashed him a slight smile and gave him a nod.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said.
A moment later, they were at the front door, and Morgan was knocking on it. Morgan tapped her foot as they waited, and Melvin couldn’t help but smile. For as much patience as Morgan had at certain times, during others, she could be worse than a spoiled child.
“No one home?” Bridget offered after a moment. Utter silence resided behind the door.
“Try the buzzer, Mel baby,” Morgan said. Just as he reached his finger to touch the doorbell, the front door creaked open and a dark face appeared through it: female, African-American and annoyed.
“Who are you?” the woman demanded. Her voice was low and authoritative, the kind of voice that made a grown man’s testicles recede into his lower body as a safety precaution. Her skin was smooth and chocolate, and Melvin found himself wanting to touch her through the crack of the door just to see how she felt. The face, itself, looked strong and sculpted and beautiful.
“We’re looking for Doctor St. Graves. Elizabeth Smoke sent us. She studied under him for awhile, and he should be expecting us. She called him from New York,” Morgan said, matching the woman’s authoritative tone.
The woman’s deep brown eyes narrowed, and she paused. Then the door pulled open.
“Come in,” the woman said. Her body matched her face and voice, and Melvin knew he would not want to ever be on this woman’s bad side. She’d kick his ass without thinking twice about it, and she’d kick it HARD. She wore a gray sweat suit. Spots of red blood specked it, and they still looked wet. Melvin swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat.
Just what the hell were they getting into this time?
“Doctor, you have visitors!” the woman shouted, twisting her head towards the back of the house. She turned to the group before her. “He’ll meet you in the study. This way.”
The woman led them through a short, dim hallway and into a room on their left, presumably the study she had mentioned. A messy desk sat in the middle of the room, an old and torn leather chair behind it. Books littered a tall bookshelf in a haphazard fashion. Dozens of pictures and certificates hung from the wood-paneled walls.
“Wait here,” the tall, dark woman said and closed the door behind them.
“Hell of a welcome,” Bridget said in a quiet voice. She found a comfortable looking chair in one corner and made herself at home in it, thrumming the arm with her fingers. Morgan began sifting through the stacks of paper on the desk.
Melvin, meanwhile, decided to pass the time examining the numerous pictures on the wall. In the first- a black and white photograph of a coffin and a man who appeared dead except for his open staring eyes. Melvin didn’t notice any fangs and wasn’t sure if the man was supposed to be a vampire or not. He moved to the next- a handsome dark-haired man standing next to a gangly, ugly man wearing a priest’s collar. Headstones and an open mausoleum in the background seemed to point to a graveyard or cemetery as the location of the picture. The two men were smiling and seemed to be splattered with blood. The ugly man held up a Bible in one hand and had his other arm draped around the handsome man. Likewise, the handsome man had one arm draped around the priest but had a long hunk of jagged wood in his opposite hand. Dark fluid was smeared across the wood.
“Holy shit,” Melvin said under his breath. The door of the study swung open.
“Greetings!” said the old man that stepped into the room. He looked the epitome of an old gentleman with his wide smile, sharp hazel eyes and unwrinkled white dress shirt behind a dark gray vest. Combed white hair smoothed over his head, and a short goatee swept down his chin. He held out a hand in Melvin’s direction, and Melvin took it in a firm shake. Melvin recognized the old dapper gentleman before him as the handsome man in the photograph.
“Mr. Melvin McMuffin, no doubt,” St. Graves said with a nod and turned towards Morgan, taking her hand and placing a swift kiss on it. “And you are, of course, the famous Mrs. Morgan McMuffin.”
“Doctor,” Morgan returned and gave him a slight nod. The old man turned his attention towards Bridget as she stood to meet him, again taking her hand and marking it with a kiss.
“Ms. Briswell,” he said curtly and then directed his gaze at all three of him. “Elizabeth has explained the situation, and I must say that you’ve come to the right place, or perhaps, the right man. First off, allow me to apologize on behalf of my apprentice. She can be rather overprotective of an old coot like me.”
“Your apprentice?” Bridget said. “You mean the woman at the door?”
“Of course. Her name is Alexandria Knight, and one day, she’ll take my place as the foremost vampire hunter in the world,” he said casually, as if passing the time of day or weather with an old friend. The man stroked his goatee and took a seat behind the desk.
“Sir, er… Doctor, despite the assurances of my companions, I have to say I have a problem swallowing this whole notion of ‘vampires’ altogether,” Bridget said as she retook her chair. She turned her fingers into mock quotation marks at the word “vampires.” She crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest and drew up her eyebrows.

Melissa lay on the couch between Dana and Bella, looking up breathlessly at Anna. The older girl stood at the foot of the staircase and eyed the three of them hungrily. She reached up with one leather clad hand and tossed her wavy red hair to one side. The black leather gloves matched her thigh-high heeled boots, the perfect accessories to her sheer body suit. Anna’s full lips curled into her wickedest smile as her free hand slid its way down her body to the opening in the body suit between her legs. Her gloved hand wrapped around the huge red dildo that somehow protruded straight out from her pussy and gave it a few rubs.
She raised her long, sleek cigarette holder to her lips and inhaled. “Are you girls ready for this?” she asked, stroking the fake cock. Keeping her eyes on them, she raised her head and blew out a long stream of smoke.
Melissa was in awe…that was the only way to describe it. She couldn’t speak and couldn’t take her eyes off of Anna. The woman was the sexiest sight she had ever seen.
Bella rose up to her knees on the couch, one hand idly stroking her perky tits. She slinked on hands and knees over to the other end of the couch, closer to the redhead. “Yes, Lady Anna,” the petite brunette said. “I think you should fuck Dana first, though. She’s the only one who hasn’t cum yet.”
Anna arched an eyebrow at the request. “Is that so?”
Melissa finally got a hold of herself as Dana stood from the couch and nodded. “Yes, Lady Anna.” The blonde’s eyes never left the huge dildo; she was as awestruck as Melissa was! “I’ve been so patient…taking care of everyone else first. I’m so hot and wet. I need it.”
Anna laughed and looked to Melissa. “What do you think, Melissa? Should I fuck Dana first?” Again her gloved hand stroked at the cock
Melissa was getting wet all over again. Watching Anna and Dana get it on earlier had excited her so much; the thought of watching Anna slam that monstrous dildo into the blonde was almost too much to bear. “Yeah,” she said at last. “I want to watch you fuck her, Anna.”
Bella turned and looked at her, a surprised expression on her face, and Dana inhaled quickly at what Melissa had said. What was this all about? Had she done something wrong?
Anna’s green eyes narrowed at her and the woman stepped toward her. Her hand came free of the dildo and it bounced obscenely as she walked. She reached up to the back of Melissa’s head and grabbed a handful of hair and yanked down hard. Melissa found herself facing the ceiling. She struggled to keep her eyes on Anna.
The redhead took another drag from the long cigarette holder and exhaled into Melissa’s face. The smoke stung her eyes, but she forced herself to meet Anna’s gaze. “I thought by now you would catch on, slut,” Anna said, nearly a hiss. “You are to address me as ‘Lady Anna’.”
Melissa hesitated; she wasn’t sure she liked where this was going. Another hard yank, though, and she answered. “Yes, Lady Anna.”
Dana placed a reassuring hand on Melissa’s shoulder. “Please, Lady Anna,” the blonde pleaded, “she didn’t know.”
Lady Anna looked at the blonde. Finally, she nodded. “Very well….it will be forgiven this once.”
Melissa’s earlier apprehension returned. What had she gotten herself into? Despite the amazing things these girls had done to her earlier, she was beginning to regret her decision to come here. And yet….at the same time, she was excited by the idea of Anna doing whatever she wanted with her.
Anna….no, Lady Anna looked down at Melissa. “Sit up, toy,” she commanded. Melissa didn’t hesitate. “My cock will need to be lubed before I fuck Dana’s tight pussy. Do you think you can handle that?”
Lady Anna stood and took her by the hair, this time much more gently, and sat her up. The huge cock bobbed right in Melissa’s face; up this close she could see that it ran up from underneath and between Lady Anna’s strong legs, and seemed to protrude from her pussy.
Most of Melissa’s sexual experience was with guys. She didn’t need to be told what to do next. She reached up and took a hold of the red cock. It was surprisingly warm, almost like real flesh. She licked the tip a couple of times as Lady Anna watched, smiling around the tip of her slender cigarette holder. “That’s it, you naughty little thing,” she exhaled. “Now suck it.”
Melissa took the big, red cock into her mouth and began to slide her lips up and down its length. Lady Anna pushed it in, trying to get as deep into her mouth as possible. The redhead gasped in delight; it was as if she was getting as much pleasure as a guy would.
Bella moved up beside her, smiling. “Ooooo,” the little brunette said, “she’s good at that, Lady Anna.”
Lady Anna laughed. “She is…I can feel the inner dildo sliding in and out of me, teasing my clit, as she works on the outer one. She’s very good.”
Encouraged, Melissa began to suck the fake cock more aggressively. She reached up with both hands and grabbed Lady Anna’s ass, pulling her toward her. She began to fuck Melissa’s mouth in earnest, slamming the tip of the dildo against the back of her throat. Melissa nearly gagged, but she didn’t stop; she had always loved sucking cock.
After some time, Lady Anna finally pulled the cock from Melissa’s now eager mouth. Retrieving her cigarettes from the table, she placed one in the holder. Dana jumped to light it for her. “Ahhhh,” Lady Anna sighed. “That was very good, Melissa.”
“Thank you , Lady Anna,” she replied, sitting back. Bella slid up next to her on the couch and began rubbing one of Melissa’s nipples.
Lady Anna turned to Dana. “I think you’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
Dana smiled and nodded in excitement. “Yes, Lady Anna.”
The bossy redhead stepped forward and spun Dana around and threw her over the arm of the love seat. She turned back to Melissa and Bella. “You two may pleasure each other as you watch.”
With one hand still holding her cigarette holder, she placed the other on the small of Dana’s back. She placed the head of the huge, red dildo to the blonde’s pussy lips. Slowly, Lady Anna slid the cock along Dana’s slit. Moisture shone on the shaft of the dildo after a few strokes. She looked back to Melissa and Bella as they watched from the couch. Biting her lower lip, she thrust forward with one rapid motion.
“OH FUCK!” Dana screamed as Lady Anna’s cock entered her. “OH MY GOD!”
Lady Anna turned her attention back to the writhing blonde. “You like that, Dana?” she asked. “You like that, you dirty little whore?”
Dana answered by slamming her hips back onto the huge cock. “Ohhhhhh, I fucking love it!”
“I know you do,” Lady Anna answered. “You made me cum earlier, and now I’m going to take care of you.” She started slamming Dana hard.
Melissa couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Lady Anna took another drag off her cigarette holder as she used her other hand to pull Dana back onto the dildo. The woman was amazing; it seemed like nothing would get in the way of her pleasure. It was easily the most erotic thing Melissa had ever seen.
She gasped in delight as Bella’s hand found her pussy again. The brunette began to slowly stroke Melissa’s slit as she continued to watch the action in front of her. “That is so hot, isn’t it?” she asked.
Melissa’s hand went over Bella’s, urging the girl on. “So fucking hot,” she replied. Bella began rapidly rubbing Melissa’s pussy as she leaned in to plant quick little kisses on Melissa’s neck.
On the love seat, Lady Anna leaned forward over Dana and held the cigarette holder to the blonde’s full lips. Dana sucked eagerly on the holder and then blew the smoke out in excited gasps. Lady Anna discarded the holder to the ashtray and placed both hands on Dana’s hips. She began to fuck the other girl furiously. “Good girl,” she whispered. “Take it deep. Take it so deep for me.”
Dana looked back over her shoulder to get a good view of Lady Anna fucking her. “Give it to me!” she cried. “OH GOD! Give it to me!” Their bodies slapped together in a sweet rhythm that resounded around the apartment.
Bella slipped two fingers into Melissa’s dripping pussy. She began finger-fucking her as they watched the other two girls go at it.
Melissa was ecstatic. The sight of Lady Anna fucking the hell out of Dana had her so aroused that Bella’s slightest touch was pure joy. She was well on her way to her second orgasm of the night.
“I love to watch Lady Anna fuck her,” Bella said as she pulled her fingers from Melissa’s pussy. She brought her hand up to her lips and slid the sopping digits into her mouth. She turned to face Melissa as she licked her fingers clean. “And I can tell you do, too.”
Melissa leaned in and kissed the hot little brunette, tasting her own pussy juice on Bella’s lips and tongue. The sensation was exhilarating and the kiss became quite passionate.
Bella broke the kiss off after a few moments and turned to watch the action on the love seat. “I want a closer look,” she said and rose from the couch. She took a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it. Then she bent over and placed her free hand down on the table, leaning closer to the two women as they fucked.
Melissa looked at Bella leaning over the table before her. Her shapely legs were still wrapped in those sheer black stockings and her high heeled boots made her ass stick up seductively. Slowly, the brunette began to sway her hips back and forth. She looked back to Melissa as she took a drag and smiled invitingly.
Melissa barely hesitated. She leaned forward and grabbed the girl by the hips. She brought her face up to Bella’s ass and began to lick her little hole. When Isabel had done the same for her earlier, it had driven her wild; now she wanted to return the favor. “Oh, yeah,” Bella said turning back to watch Lady Anna fuck Dana. “Lick it, baby. Get my ass nice and wet like my pussy.”
Melissa brought one of her hands to Bella’s pussy and began to stroke it while she licked the girl’s asshole. From her vantage point, she could see Lady Anna and Dana from between Bella’s spread ass cheeks.
Lady Anna was now kneeling on the love seat and had a handful of Dana’s long blonde hair which she was using to pull Dana back onto the monstrous cock. Her other hand wrapped around Dana’s waist to play with the girl’s now swollen clit. “Fuck me, Lady Anna!” Dana chanted rhythmically each time the dildo was thrust into her pussy. “Fuck me, Lady Anna! Fuck me, Lady Anna!”
Melissa had Bella’s ass nice and wet while the girl stood bent over the table smoking. She gave it a few more licks and then began to work her tongue into her asshole. With one hand she kept Bella’s cheeks spread, with the other she played with her clit. Her ass loosened up a bit and Melissa began to drive her tongue in and out of the girl.
“Oooooooo, Melissa,” Bella cooed, “You do that so good! Keep tonguing my asshole, baby! I’m loving it!” She inhaled deeply on her cigarette and blew the smoke out in one long stream.
Melissa responded to the encouragement and began to really go to town. Bella’s ass was so tight and it gripped down on her tongue with each thrust. She stopped playing with the girl’s clit and instead shoved two fingers into her moist pussy. Bella squealed in delight and started thrusting her hips back onto the tongue in her ass and the fingers in her pussy.
Lady Anna pulled her cock out of Dana and then roughly bent the girl over the back of the love seat. “Stay right there,” she ordered. “I’m going to really start to go to work on you in a minute.” Her gloved hand rubbed some of Dana’s juices from the dildo and she brought her fingers up to her lips and took a taste. “So sweet.”
She came over to the table and grabbed Bella by her short, curly hair. She took the cigarette from the girls hand and took a drag off of it. Lady Anna smiled and then kissed Bella, breathing the smoke into the girls mouth. When Lady Anna broke the kiss, Bella exhaled the smoke back into her face. Melissa watched this exchange intently, but didn’t stop tongue-fucking Bella’s ass.
“I’ve got something else for your mouth, you little slut,” Lady Anna said and brought the cock up to Bella’s lips. She retrieved her sleek cigarette holder from the table, placed the smoke into it, and raised it to her own lips. “Suck me, Bella! Taste Dana’s cunt on my cock!”
She shoved her hips forward roughly, driving the dildo into Bella’s mouth. Lady Anna’s strong thrusts forced Bella’s slender little frame back onto Melissa’s tongue and fingers. The brunette moaned in delight as they both went to work on her.
Lady Anna smoked and watched Melissa as she shoved her big fake cock into Bella’s mouth. “You like her ass, toy?” she asked. “You like to tongue-fuck her tight little ass?”
Melissa took her tongue from Bella’s ass to answer. “I love it, Lady Anna.” She was enjoying having the redhead order them all around and talk dirty to them. It was a side of her she never realized she had.
“Good,” Lady Anna said between drags. “But you will have to stop and watch while I finish Dana off.”
Melissa reluctantly sat back on the couch. “Yes, Lady Anna.”
The bossy redhead smiled and then grabbed Bella by the hair again. She thrust her cock deeply into the girl’s face a few more times and then pulled her off. Saliva coated the red dildo and a thick string of it ran from its tip to Bella’s lower lip. “Good girl, Bella. You like how Dana tastes on my big cock?”
“I do, Lady Anna,” she answered, wiping the spit from her mouth.
Lady Anna pushed the smaller girl back onto the couch beside Melissa. “Good,” she said. “Now watch.”
Dana’s head was raised up and she was looking back over her shoulder as Lady Anna came up behind her. The redhead stepped up onto the couch and positioned herself above Dana’s ass. Lady Anna gripped the dildo and guided it down toward Dana’s exposed pussy. She rubbed the tip against Dana’s pussy lips, running it up and down her slit. Suddenly, Lady Anna shoved the cock in full force.
“OH MY GOD!” Dana growled as her mistress began to drive the cock rapidly into her. “YEAH! OH YEAH! YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, LADY ANNA!”
Melissa and Bella sat on the couch and watched from behind as Lady Anna plunged her cock into Dana’s pussy with reckless abandon. Melissa imagined that getting fucked that hard while bent over the back of the couch must have hurt, but the sounds Dana made were those of pure pleasure.
“OOOHHHHHHH! GOD, YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” She cried, loud enough to wake the whole building. “YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, LADY ANNA!”
Lady Anna increased her efforts by grabbing the back of the couch in each hand and using it to help her pile-drive Dana’s cunt. She clamped her teeth around the tip of the cigarette holder and exhaled the occasional cloud of smoke around it. Spots of moisture could now be seen on the fabric of the love seat as drops of Dana’s pussy juice began to fall onto it.
Bella leaned in and whispered into Melissa’s ear. “Dana’s a squirter. She cums so hard her pussy juice sprays everywhere.” Melissa felt herself grow excited at this news; she couldn’t wait to see that.
She didn’t have to wait long. After a few more minutes Dana’s screams increased in volume, if that were possible. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM!”
Lady Anna pulled the big cock out of the girl’s drenched pussy and began to rub her clit vigorously. She turned back to Melissa and Bella and, with her free hand, beckoned the two of them over. They both leaped up from the couch and scrambled over to the love seat.
Lady Anna motioned for them to kneel on the floor with their faces positioned behind Dana’s pussy. Lady Anna’s leather-clad hand was a blur on Dana’s clit.
“Make her cum, Lady Anna,” Bella begged. “Make her cum all over our faces.”
Dana continued to scream with pleasure. “THAT’S IT! OH, FUCK YEAH! I’M GONNA CUM!”
Lady Anna took another drag from her cigarette holder and looked down at Bella. “You are such a little whore!” she said. “You want her to spray all over you little sluts?”
It was Melissa who answered. “Please, Lady Anna! I want her cum on my face!”
As if on cue, Dana went silent and her exposed lower body began to quiver. Lady Anna didn’t stop working the girl’s clit. Suddenly, gouts of cum began to spray from Dana’s cunt. Streams of it struck the two kneeling girls and they both leaned in to get as much as possible. Bella opened her mouth, trying to catch Dana’s cum.
Dana’s silence was broken. “I’M FUCKING CUMMING! OH YEAH I’M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD! OH, OH, OH FUCK!”
Melissa leaned in and placed her mouth on Dana’s pussy, allowing the juices to spray right into her mouth. Lady Anna took her hand away, giving her better access. She sucked on Dana’s cunt as it spasmed in climax.
“What a dirty slut you are, Melissa!” Lady Anna said with a smile. “I’m so glad I found you tonight.”
Finally, Dana’s orgasm subsided and her pussy juice stopped squirting into Melissa’s mouth. Melissa leaned back and turned to Bella, who moved in and began licking the cum from her lips.
Dana struggled to catch her breath. Lady Anna watched Melissa and Bella kiss as she rubbed Dana’s juices from her fake cock. She licked her glove again and moaned in delight. “Mmmmmm,” she murmured. “That was fucking great!” She smacked her lips.
Dana brought herself back over the couch and sat down amidst them all. “It sure was, Lady Anna” she said breathlessly.
Melissa kept kissing Bella for a few moments more. Dana’s cum tasted so sweet and she was loving it. When they finally broke the kiss, she turned to the redhead. “Thank you, Lady Anna,” she said. “Tonight really was the most amazing night I’ve ever had.”
Lady Anna placed the sleek cigarette holder to her lips and inhaled deeply. She exhaled the smoke toward Melissa and Bella. “And it’s not over yet,” she purred and grabbed the cock again, giving it a little wag. “Who’s next?”
To Be Continued…

It had been a long day of shopping and site seeing when we finally came around the bend at a little past one in the morning to see the long boat dock ahead of us. The dock, or East Seas Marina as the sign prominently displayed, was a medium size marina, used for travelers up and down the coast to moor their boats while they spent a day or two within walking distance from downtown restaurants and festivities.
Kevin and I started making our way down the main strip and towards the last row of boats. We had decided to get away for the weekend and our little 30 foot boat provided the perfect escape. As we reached the last row and headed down the left hand section to our little corner of the dock, Kevin remarked off handedly, “You know, we never really have tested the full potential of this boat.”
I caught a quick glance at his muscular frame silhouetted in the light from the boat dock lamps and saw a smile forming at the side of his mouth. His penetrating eyes were focused at the end of the dock where our destination could be seen in the distance and the breeze was blowing through his short hair. As we came closer to the end of the dock, I noticed the last few lamp posts were out, giving off an eerie sensation as we passed the few remaining boats to get to the one we’d be spending the night on.
I reached to climb on board, but Kevin caught my arm and pressed me up against the nearby lamp post next to the dock. He pressed his mouth against mine and I could smell his faint cologne as he pulled my body up against his and started grinding his hard dick against the tight fabric of my jean shorts. “Damn I want you…” he whispered into my ear as he started kissing and biting at my neck, his stubble playing against my skin.
I pressed my body back into his, moaning slightly, pressing my breasts up against his chest. He pushed his hand down my shorts and made his way to my pussy, sliding his finger through my already wet clit and back between my pussy lips, pushing his finger in and out, fucking my tight little pussy. “Oh don’t stop,” I moaned as I reached down and groped his hard cock through his pants, “God, your dick is so fucking perfect…all I want to do is suck on it, please let me suck on it… please…” I begged.

He pulled me back and helped me onto the boat. My head was spinning as he sat down on the boat cushion and I kneeled between his legs getting ready to take in his enormous cock like a little girl waiting for a lollipop. I pulled a strand of long wavy red hair out of my face and reached forward towards the massive bulge in his shorts and quickly undid the button, then the zipper. I released his thick cock from its confinement and began stroking it up and down. He put one hand on top of mine, half guiding, half knowing it turned me on to have him do this and he moaned as I leaned forward pressing my breasts on him while I circled my warm tongue around the head of his swollen dick.
I kept toying with him, flicking my tongue on the head then tracing it down to the base, then all at once, I placed my warm mouth over the head of his rock hard cock and slid it into my mouth. “Oh god, your mouth’s so fucking hot…mmm, keep sucking my dick…” he groaned.
He reached forward and put his hand through my hair, and I could tell he wanted to fuck my face. I lost all inhibitions at the feel of his hand at the back of my neck, mixed with my long hair, guiding me on his dick. The taste of his flesh and the heat of his dick on my lips and in my mouth was enough to drive me mad. I reached down and started playing with my own pussy while trying desperately to concentrate on his dick pumping in and out of my mouth. I heard him moan a little and looked up to see him with his head back and eyes closed as I let him take the wheel on how fast or slow he wanted it.
I could taste the first trickles of his cum as he continued face fucking me and I began massaging his balls at the same time, trying to take in more and more of his dick in my mouth as he forced me down again and again. He had a fistful of my hair in his hand as he began to climax in my mouth and I could feel the warm jets hit the back of my throat. My pussy began throbbing and I grabbed his dick with both hands and kept sucking while he shot again and again into my mouth with each thrust until he was empty. His hand loosened as I continued to lick off every last bit of cum until finally, I looked up at him and asked “Better?”
“Almost,” he replied in a lazy drawl, he reached down and massaged my breasts with his hands and then quickly took off my shirt and bra. “Stand up,” he commanded.
I stood up in front of him putting one hand on an upper bar on the boat to steady myself. He leaned forward and latched his fingers in one of my short pockets, pulling me closer to him until I was standing right in front of him, then with one hand on my ass he slid the other up the inside of my thigh till his fingers began pressing at the fabric near my pussy. His warm fingers were rubbing back and forth against my clit and my head fell back slowly as I pressed against him, his mouth kissing my stomach and biting at my sides. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second and knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. He withdrew his hands a moment later and moved them to my shorts to begin unbuttoning them and then pulled them down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and he threw them to the side of the boat.
“Mmmm, my turn,” he said and he reached up with his hand once more along the inside of my thigh until he reached the small amount of fabric between my legs. He gently tugged the thong panties to one side and rubbed my slit with his finger, pushing neat little circles around my swollen clit. I could feel that my pussy was wet and about to become even more so. He looked up at my face, reading my _expression as I closed my eyes and began moaning. I pressed against his fingers wanting them inside me and hoping he would get the idea, but he persisted in staying away from my hole purposely. I reached up and grabbed hold of the bar on the bimini top with my other hand now, trying to steady myself from falling over as he slid his finger down and into my pussy hole and began gliding it in and out.
With his other hand, he lifted my leg and put my foot up on the side of the boat while he leaned forward and ran his tongue along my slit. I could feel the breeze wrapping my hair around my sides and the coolness of the air in contrast to his hot tongue probing the inside of my pussy and then running back up to my clit. He continued fucking me with his finger while his mouth latched on to my clit and his tongue flicked back and forth and gently bit to add just a little pain. I could feel the orgasm building in me and pressed my pussy into his face wanting more and more of his mouth and tongue. His tongue was lapping at my pussy and the fingers kept pushing in and out until I barely realized in time to hold my scream in while I came and the world exploded around me as waves of ecstasy washed over me again and again. I could barely hold myself up and in fact, had it not been for holding onto the bimini bar, I might have fallen over right there and still he kept licking and sucking at my clit. He slowly leaned back and I opened my eyes a little as I began to remember where I was. I snuck a quick glance down the length of the dock and made sure that no one was coming around the corner. I was about to close my eyes for a few more seconds when I noticed the figure sitting on the back of a boat about three boats down.
Leaning back in a chair on the back of another boat was man with a beer in one hand watching us intently. I almost gasped, but held