As he was dropping off he heard someone on the stairs next to the spare room. Then a soft knock on the door as Dom crept in and whispered “Bam, are you awake?” Bam sat up in bed and said “Yes, why?” to which Dom replied “Do you want to come upstairs and stay in my bed? I didn’t want to ask earlier because my parents were still up and I didn’t want them to know”. Bam’s head was rushing, his palms sweating as he said “Yer. Sure”
The two guys slowly walked upstairs as not to awaken Dom’s parents and climbed into bed. Bam lay down facing the window and Dom lay next to him and put his arm around Bam. Bam felt safe in Dom’s big strong arms and could fell his muscles as he tightened his grip on Bam.
Dom started stroking Bam’s chest as they lay there; slowly going lower and lower until his hand was at the bottom of Bam’s white T-shirt which he had left on. He slid his hand inside Bam’s T-shirt and started stroking him under his T-shirt. Bam turned over and asked Dom “Are you sure you want to do this?” As he said it he thought what a stupid thing to do what if he realises he doesn’t and it is all ruined. But he said yes before Bam had time to really start worrying.
Bam now had butterflies in his stomach he was so nervous. He had always been worried that his average 6” dick was not enough for some people luckily it was quite thick (about 6” round). Although he had never received any complaints in the bed department before from any of the girls he had been with.

He asked Dom if he could go first so that he could see if Dom was bigger than him or not. He had expected him to be much bigger as he was a jock and he thought that all jocks had large cocks. He slid Dom’s pyjama bottoms down so he was just in his boxers, he took one last breath and slid them down to reveal a semi-hard dick which was about 5” long at the moment but as soon as he grabbed it Dom went hard and it expanded to around 7 inches and about the same thickness as his. It was bigger than his but he hoped it would not be so much that Dom would think his was small. It was amazing, the best cock he had ever seen, better than the ones on porn films or anything like that.

He moved down the bed and put Dom’s dick in his mouth making sure to cover his teeth with his lips as his ex had done for him. He heard Dom moan slightly as he sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth. Bam moaned as he deep throated Dom, the vibrations went through Dom’s dick and Dom moaned again. Bam loved to hear him moan. He sucked it as hard as he could until it was a far down his throat as he could handle then let the suction go and went back up to the head, licked a bit and sucked as much as he could back in again. He continued for about 5 minutes, Dom said he was about to cum but Bam just kept on going till Dom shot his load down his throat. His cum tasted so good, Sweet and salty at the same time. He sucked as much of the tasty cum off as he could and then let go of his cock, returned to the top of the bed and said “now its your turn” to Dom.

Dom asked Bam to come and sit on the end of the bed; he then kneeled down at the end of the bed and took off Bam’s T-Shirt and boxers. He looked Bam in the yes and smiled then went down on him. He had a very different technique to Bam. He went up and down quicker lubricating Bam’s dick with loads of spit, making Bam fuck his mouth. He kept going for about 5 minutes like Bam had and then started sucking harder. Bam told Dom he was about to blow but just like Bam had, Dom kept sucking as hard as he could till Bam shot his load into Dom’s mouth. Dom seemed to enjoy it.  He licked Bam’s dick for a bit longer making sure to get every last bit of cum.
Bam asked to if he wanted them to fuck each other but Dom smiled and said “Better leave something for next time”. Which Bam loved the sound of that!
Dom set the alarm for 6am so that Bam could go back down to the guest room so that his parents wouldn’t suspect anything. And then they went to sleep, Dom with his arms around Bam again.
The End…maybe a second part if you like it.
Let me know what you think of my first story!

Walking over to her desk he placed his warm
hand upon her shoulder whispering to her.

"You've been shooting me that pretty little
beaver all afternoon, I think it's time you
just gave it up and quit cunt teasing me."

Katie was shocked, jerking herself backward
attempting to avoid further contact with her teacher.

"You're crazy as hell, I wasn't doing anything,
I'll scream rape if you ever touch me again like that,"
Katie ranted.

"Go ahead little missy, go right ahead and
yell it at the top of your lungs and when someone
comes I'll make sure to fill them in on all your
dirty little secets," he chuckled.

"Oh yes, I know all about you and your biology
teacher Mr. Prichard, how he showed you more than
his microscopic version of a wet mount."

Katie's teacher reached out to cup her apple
shaped breast squeezing it firmly, the nipple
jutting out from the pressure his grip wrought.

Forcing her down in her seat he slide his
hand inside her white silk blouse, feeling
the heat of her soft flesh mold to
the pattren of his roaming fingers.

"Please don't, not like this, don't make me
do it again," Katie pleaded now like a broken
child having lost a cherished doll to a greedy
schoolyard bully.

"I'm going to plow that sweet young cunt
just like Prichard did."

"I want you to fight me, struggle and try to stop
me from taking it right the fuck from you,"
he hissed as he shoved one hand inside
the waistband of her pantyhose.

Pressing his face to her chest Mr. Saunders
lapped at the ripe globes of Katie's breasts.
His mouth fastening over her dusky pink areola.

He nibbled the point of her aroused nipple, raking
his teeth up and down the slender protrusion and
twisting it brutally until she began to moan from
the pressure and the fear swelling within her
that he'd severe it from her breast.

"Too hard, stop it you fucking bastard," Katie
screeched.

Saunders hand slid upward from inside her pantyhose,
jerking them down to knee level and burying his face
within the tangy sex scented v of her groin.
Inhaling Katie's lusty smell of arousal it was so thick
and spicy it threatened to choke him.

Kissing along the soft smooth flesh inside her thighs
he began masturbating himself through his dark slacks.
Moaning and nipping at the sesual curves of her
inner thighs as he sought to taste that forbidden
opening she clamped so tightly shut trying to fight
against his unremorseful violation.

"Open that fucking cunt up so I can eat it you
little bitch."

"Do it right now or so help me God I'll
beat your thighs open with my pointer," he raged.

Mr. Saunders pressed Katie down so the heart
shaped curve of her bottom rested atop the
white desk she'd been sitting at for most of
the afternoon.

"Spread those legs wide, I'm not going to tell
you again," he demanded.

Katie parted her thighs knowing what was to
come and shivering inwardly.
Her Biology teacher Mr. Prichard had done
the same thing and it seemed as if he'd never
stop.

All the while Prichard had been tongue fucking
her young cunt and lapping deep inside her asshole he'd
jerked himself off twice, shooting his spunk on the
tile floor, creating a translucent film of male seed.

Afterwards when he'd actually tried to penetrate Katie he
couldn't get an erection quickly enough having
already cum twice so quickly and with such intensity.

Outraged he'd forced Katie to her knees gripping
her by the back of her slender neck and making her
lick his sperm off the floor. 
One hand pressing her nose and lips into the slippery
pool as he used the other to slide a finger into her
vaginal well and anal chute simultaneously.

She had been humiliated by Prichard, forced to
act as a puppy might in having their nose rubbed in its
own piss.  In this case this was not her mess but
one made by her tormentor and although she
felt shame at first she was also excited by it.

Excited to the point that as Mr. Prichard continued
to finger both openings and she cleaned the floor of
his sexual secretions she'd actually climaxed.

As she came she'd buried her face into the slimy
tile floor, lapping up the semen and feeling her tongue
rake through it as she drew it back within her mouth to
swallow it down with a perverse lust.

"Spit on my dick, open your fucking mouth and drool
all over it so I can stick it up your cunt," Mr. Saunders
was shouting as he shook her from the sexual fog of
her memory.

Katie wanted to spit in his face instead, to spit
right in this bastard's face and reach out and claw
the smugness from it with her fingernails.
Instead she did as she was instructed, playing the
role of the good little whore she'd been told most
of her life she always was.

Saunders didn't even take the time to remove her
panties nor to tear them from her.
He gripped the white panel of the crotch
forcing it aside and exposing her pussy lips just
enough to get inside her as quickly as he could.

Katie let a long strand of saliva spill out over Saunder's
erection, the tip now frothy with it as she watched him
smear it around the bloated knob.

She felt it thrust between her folds, no foreplay, no
tenderness about this, he was taking her, raping her
and she was helpless to stop him.

A part of her wanted to put a stop to it, to just
scream and pull at her own hair and rage against the
audacity of this man using her as a way to unload his
sexual frustration and the abuse of power he held
over her in both physical strength and his position
as a teacher.

Katie felt his penis stretch her lips as it forced
its way inside her, no gentle gliding into her sex
soaked quim but instead a brutal stabbing that
pressed against the tip of her cervix as he buried
himself deeply with his initial entry.

"Tight and juicy, the best kind of pussy to fuck,
still good and tight to pull out all that hot cock
cream," Saunders hissed as he felt the firmness
of Katie's cunt clasp over him like warm living velvet.

His hands hot and pulling at her ass cheeks as
he ground his cock into her; rolling his balls over the
entrace as he tried to literally climb inside her with the
intrusive organ.

"Fuck your cunny up against me, roll those hips over
me you little whore," Saunders commanded as his penis
stabbed in an out of her.

"I'd spill every damn drop of this load right up you if
I didn't want you getting yourself knocked up."

Katie started to fall back as she felt Mr. Saunders
press himself over her.  His grip now pinning her
hips to the top of the desk as he continued to
jam his prick to it's thick base within her.

As much as she tried to resist, to tell herself she
shouldn't cum, those feelings began welling up within
her.  That little buzz in her tummy that would build
and build until she couldn't hold it back and then come
smashing out in those gut wrenching orgasms that
shook her to her core as happened when she'd masturbate
herself.

Against her will, almost instinctively she felt her legs lock
around her violater's hips.  Drawing him inside her tightly
and pushing her sex against his to match him thrust for
thrust. 

"That's it baby girl, show me what you're workin' with,
cum all over that prick," he grunted as he leaned in to
chew on her aching nipple once more.

His fingers dug deep furrows into her shoulders as he
held her down gaining more leverage.  His rhythm
increasing as he began to swell and his balls drew tight
feeling the pressure of his climax forcing its way up
the hotly buried fuck tube.

"Mother fuck it, here it cums bitch," he howled as he
withdrew his cock and began jerking it violently.

Katie was stunned when the first thick stream
splashed over her belly, the slimy tail of it landing
atop her bruised clit.  The heat of his semen searing
the tender flesh and she started to cum herself.
Saunders continued to jack himself off over the
young girl, her panties rapidly soaking up the creamy
white ropes of his cum.

"Smear that shit all over your pussy, rub it all over
yourself damn you," he growled as another jet lashed
out to land inside her thighs and trickle down her leg.

"Next time you'll get it inside you, maybe even knock
you up so you'l be carrying my baby inside there as
you go from class to class around here."

"Knowing I've got my seed all ripe and growing
inside you to mark you as my bitch from now on," he
gasped as the last shudder of his climax spilled out
on Katie's belly.

Katie's hips began to jerk against the top of the desk
as she continued to cum, part from the feel of Saunder's
load splashing over her exposed skin, part from his filthy
words of possibly impregnating her to mark her shame
for all to see.

"Go on and clean yourself up, I've got another class
to teach in fifteen minutes so get the fuck out," he
scolded as if she were a naughty child who'd been
caught playing in her clean clothes in the dirt outside.

"Make sure you bring a change of panties with you
tomorrow, you'll be needing them when I fill that pussy
up nice and full," he chuckled as he slapped her hard
against the ass, pushing her toward the door.

Katie knew she'd do just that, just as sure as she
knew she'd be back tomorrow inspite of how degraded
she now felt. 

She knew there was something.
Something she need not feel afraid of any longer inside
her that was different from the other girls and he'd
actually taught her more than he may have ever imagined.

In all honesty the place was pretty much a shithole
and apparently the owner had lost not
only his ass when the interstate passed
him by but his desire to keep the place up
as well.

For me it was perfect, it only added to
the feel of the mood I was in, that hunger
to dominate her that we both craved.  I wanted
this meeting to be raw, unrehearsed and
bring out the most primal urges within us
both. 

Those deep dark places that so many
try desperately to conceal inside themselves.
That are only waiting for someone to tear
them apart at their emotional and physical
seams. To make it all come spilling out to be
greedily devoured by someone who may understand
them better than they understand themselves.

I'd even brought along a cd that
I'd looped with the songs I use for scening.
Nine Inch Nails, "I Want To Fuck You Like An
Animal", Nirvana's "Heart Shaped Box" and
Puddle of Mudd's "Control" that played
one after the other only to repeat time
and again. 

There were no awkward moments of silence
between us, no fear of speaking what was on
our minds. 
Somehow we both just knew that this was the
place we should be and what we shared was for
us alone.

"Do you trust me?" I asked firmly.

"Yes, something about you tells me that it's
OK to do that," she whispered.

"It is OK, there's nothing for you to fear
with me, no reason to run nor hide from your
desires," I assured her.

"Never be ashamed of who you are, of what
you feel inside,"I told her with a voice of
experience gathered over time and learning my
own inner secrets all too well.

I secured her with strands of slender white
cord to the chair, her supple breasts garnering
the most attention as I worked magic with the
knots that bound her, bound us to each other.

I loved how they lifted upward as the cord ran
beneath the hollow of her breasts.  The way the
nipples became so stiff and the aureola
engorged to a light shade of violet.

With my hands I cupped her upturned breasts,
squeezing them firmly, fingers probing deeply into
the tender flesh.

Her breath caught and I looked down to see
the first damp traces of wetness showing through
the crotch of her red lace panties.

The way her vulva pressed itself against the
 smooth material as it began to gather
between them.

"I' think I'm gonna cum, my pussy feels like it's
on fire," she moaned as she bit down hard on
her own lip.

A single drop of blood trickled down over her
chin where her teeth raked the almost transparent
sheeth of her lips.
"NO, not yet Angel, you can't cum until I tell
you, only when I tell you you can," I scolded her.

I licked the faint trace of blood from her lips
and chin, my mouth moving slowly down the
curve of her neck. 

Nipping gently along the smooth milky skin
as I licked her earlobe and and tugged on it with
the edges of my teeth.

"I want you to taste me, make me cum so
you can cum," I urged her.

"The warmth and wetness of my seed filling
your mouth and then your tummy, all of it yours
to devour as you cum with me."

As much as I wanted to feel the glorious pull
of her lips sliding up and down the swollen husk
of  my manhood I wanted to kiss her to taste her
tongue in my mouth.

I'd used a pair of her panties I'd gotten from
her overnight bag and tore them into thin strips to gag
her, only to quiet her when I knew she would want to
scream when things became so intense.
Screams not born of fear but rather of
desire, of release, of acknowledgement that we
were as one and shame played no part in what
we shared with each other.

I used my foot to slide a small wooden stool
beside her chair to stand on.
My free hand opening the button at the waist
of my jeans, unzipping myself so I could free my
cock for my captive angel.

Looking up at me her eyes gleamed like
firey gems, her tongue now licking the swollen
edge of her lip where she'd nicked it.

I gathered a fistful of her cherry hued mane
and twisted it into a small ponytail behind her,
knotting the hair tighter as I drew her
to my erection.

Fuck it I thought, I needed those sweet
succulent lips taking me to the base of
my prick so I removed the gag for the moment
and tossed it beside the chair.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're a cock sucker
if ever I saw one," I told her as I stared eye
to eye with her.

"I want your cum in my mouth so fucking bad,
I want to taste it on my tongue and swirl the
thickness of it around inside my mouth before
I swallow," she pleaded.

Before penetrating the warmth of her mouth I
took the hand holding my penis and reached
downward to the waistband of her panties.

The thin edge tore like tissue but the elastic held
firm allowing me to grind them between the swollen
folds of her pussy.

I knew her writhing within the chair, feeling
that lacey edge of fabric gathering up, rubbing
between the lips and soaked with her own cunt
cream would make her cum and cum hard.
She groaned from the sensation as the material
rubbed briskly against her clit, a petal pink hue,
the tip almost crimson as it became enraged with
blood.

Now I could enjoy the warm pull of her mouth,
those succulent lips gliding up and down the stalk
as her tongue bathed every ripple and crease along
my meaty tube.

"Yes, fuck yesssssssssss, use that tongue to
really lick deep into my piss hole," I gasped.

I punched the head of my prick into the hollow
of her cheeks,  her teeth skimming the length of
me as I pulled back and let her tongue part the
widening slit.

My balls began to draw tight, to nestle themselves
within the spongy covering of my shaven flesh and
I could feel that tickle, that delicious ache that I
knew would begin its slow crawl up my cock shaft.

An ache that would climb all the way to the very
bell shaped tip and then burst forth, rupture and
release the pure creamy white essence of male lust.

Taking her hair back within my fist I began using
it to control her head, shoving myself deeper into
her sucking orifice that had become my nirvana. 

Screwing the ponytail of hair between my fingers
I thrust my hips to meet each downward stroke her
lips made over my cock.

Looking at her I could see the faint lines of tears
misting from the corners of her eyes as she sought
to take my every thrust.  Bubbles of her clear saliva
foaming around the base of my erection and
dripping down the length of my penis like melting wax.

Suddenly her legs tensed and she arched her back
against the chair.  Straining against the cords bindng
her ankles her toes curled into the carpet. 
The tips glowing pink through the toes of her jet black
stockings as they fought for purchase against the rug.

I knew she was starting to cum, I looked into her
eyes as they told the true story.  That beseeching
gaze when you know your lover is there,
this moment in time when you both become as one.

"Cum you little slut, let go, don't try to fight it,
just let it go," I demanded.

I could do no more than utter it breathlessly as I
too began to erupt.  The hot wet coils of seed twisting
out only to be captured within my lover's mouth.

Pooling the milky juices atop her tongue as it
curled about my saturated cock dome and lashed
frantically to tease and tickle every drop to its release.

Her cheeks caved and released with each seperate
expulsion, her mouth floded with her own saliva and
mingling with the honeyed sap of my climax.

I could feel the vibraions of her moans, her whimpers
against the veins crisscrossing my stalk as she peaked
her own cum and her spine went stiff.

Her heels drumming against the chair legs as she
lost all control, relinquished it to me through her
trust and the knowledge that we were equals in all
things now and always.

I couldn't help but withdraw myself.  To kneel beside
her and kiss her lips.  My tongue probing within the
sticky recess of her mouth to taste myself and share
this as well.

Our eyes closing with each other, the
softness and warmth of her lips against mine
as I breathed her inside me, she breathing me
within her.  Our tongues darting against each
others as I embraced her. 

Placing her head upon my shoulder I
unfastened the cords that had bound her. 
I held her, snuggled her within
my arms, within my heart my mind, my very soul. 

This was not and end, far from it, it
was simply the dawn of an awakening
within herself and I only the instrument that
set it her free.

Both of us now bound to each other by
something far greater.
Something invisible that only we could see and touch!!!

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 She was checking herself out in the mirror laughing at her appearance.  So different from her normal jeans and tee shirt.  Hell the skirt was enough to make it Halloween all on its own.  There was a knock on her door and she went to let her friend in.  Rhea laughed at her friends bright blue pig tails and huge baggy pants.
 
        “This is going to be a fun night.  Can’t believe you talked me into this,” Rhea said as she shut the door behind her friend.

        Avery smiled at her and laughed.  Teasingly she slapped Rhea on the ass. “You look hot sis.”

 “Thanks but I’m not done yet.” Walking over to the couch she opened a boot box and took out a pair of knee length boots and slipped her feet in them.  The look completed she checked in the mirror pleased with what she saw.

 “Shall we go shock some people?” Rhea asked and grabbed her car keys.

 Everyone was gathering downtown to meet up and party.  They parked and were whistled at as soon as they stepped out of the car.  The girls laughed and made their way over to a group of friends.  Comments flew left and right about how they were dressed.  It seemed like everyone was giving the reaction they expected.

 It wasn’t long before the alcohol started flowing at the party.  People started drifting apart.  Everywhere you looked couples were making out.  Rhea sighed and sipped her drink.  Alone as usual was not fun at a time like this.  One of her friends was teasing her about being alone so she walked off towards a darker corner of the party.  Thinking about leaving she sat her drink down and started looking for her car keys.

 “You’re a vampires dream,” a masculine voice suddenly in front of her.

 Rhea jumped and laughed when she looked up and saw a young man standing in front of her.  Smiling she wondered how easy he thought she was.  But she’d humor him a few minutes before she left. “Oh really?  And how am I a vampires dream?”

 “I am one and you look like a dream to me,” he laughed and stepped closer to her.

 “Nice to meet you Dracula.  My names Rhea what’s yours?”

 He was a little too close to her for comfort and she took a step back from him.  He smiled and she could see small fangs shining in the lamp light.  Either he’d had them filed or those were some realistic caps. “Names Damian.  It’s nice to meet you too.”

 “Sweet dental work.  Those caps or did you have them professionally filed?”

 “Au natural my dear.  I did say I was a vampire,” Damian’s smile was brilliant.

 “Yeah and I’m a bunny rabbit,” she laughed and started to walk away.  It was cute when he first said it but now it was just sad.  She had gone about fifty feet when he called out to her.  She stopped and sighed.  When she started to turn around she found herself back where she had been standing a moment before.

 “You’re not a rabbit.  You’re a vixen.  I want you.”  He was pressed against her whispering in her ear.

 Angry and nervous she pushed him back away from her, “Look Damian you’re a great looking guy but I’m not interested in a one night stand with a crazy man that thinks he’s a real life vampire.”

 She couldn’t explain how she had gotten back to the same spot.  It had to be the alcohol.  He stepped back towards her.  Turning away from him, he grabbed her face and made her look at him.  Breathe catching in her throat she looked into eyes that were now glowing red. Rhea’s body started to shake.  This couldn’t be real.

 Damian’s black hair started to move in a wind that she couldn’t feel.  The power oozing from him was suffocating.  He smiled, his fangs growing as she watched.  Body shaking she tried to pry his fingers from her face but it was like trying to move iron.

 “Don’t fight me Rhea.  I want you and I get what I want,” he whispered as his other hand snaked its way down her body to the edge of her skirt.

 “Please stop.  I don’t want this.  Please,” her voice shook with terror. 

 “What you want is of little matter my little vixen.  I’ve watched you all night.  Your beauty is unbelievable.  I can smell your blood and it smells so sweet.  Come let us away from here.  I want you to be comfortable.” His gaze into her eyes changed from lustful to one of power.

 Rhea’s body moved of its own accord.  Trying to keep her feet from moving was impossible.  One of her friends called cat calls as she walked by with Damian.  Trying to call for help wasn’t happening.  Her face smiled and she waved as they walked by.  Heart pounding and fear coursed through her veins as they walked.  She was a prisoner in her own body.

 The vampire walked her up the hill to a beautiful black mustang.  The paint gleamed brilliantly bright under the street lamp.  He opened the door and helped her sit down.  Shutting the door he jumped in the other side and started the engine.  It roared to life and he squalled the tires leaving the parking area.

 Shaking with fear Rhea clinched her fist as the city rushed by.  Soon it turned to countryside.  They had been driving for what seemed forever when he pulled in a huge mansion.  This wasn’t what she had expected.  This was the Garner Manor.  This family had been huge in this town for centuries but no one saw much of them.  Now she knew why. 

 The car rolled to a stop outside the main doors of the house.  A servant came and opened her door.  When she didn’t move Damian spoke her name softly.  Her body started moving on its own again.  Whimpering in frustration she walked around the car to his out stretched hand.

 “I promise you it will be pleasurable,” he whispered as he walked her into the house.

 “How can it be pleasurable if I don’t want it?  Please let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone what you are,” she pleaded as he pulled her up the stairs.

 “No you won’t.  If I let you go then you’ll never remember what happened.  I’m not sure of your final destination yet. If you please me I might keep you with me and use you as I see fit.  Even eventually make you one of us if you please me well enough.  We shall see after the night is through.”

 Rhea’s heart sank and he opened the door to a plush bedroom.  He pushed her into the middle of the room as he went to sit down on the bed.  Still her body was not her own. Looking at him made her shiver with fear.  The thought of how easily he could kill her made her heart pound in fear.

 “Strip,” the only word he uttered.

 Body moving despite her minds protest; she started by dropping the suspenders on her skirt. As they fell she lifted the bottom of her shirt, slowly lifting it over her head. Looking back to where Damian set she could see a smiled on his face. Reaching back she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall in a puddle on the floor. Just as she reached for the bra he said, “Stop.”

 Standing trembling in the middle of the bedroom floor he inspected her soft curves with his hands.  He started by standing behind her smelling of her neck.  Placing his hands on her shoulders he ran them down her arms.  He lifted her right arm up and wrapped it around his neck so he could caress her sides and waist.

 “You’re beautiful,” he whispered to her as he caressed her breast through her bra. Her body was starting to respond to his touch. “I’ll let you do this on your own but if you try to leave or disobey me I’ll take control again. Do you understand?”

 Deciding she’d like to have some control over the situation she nodded.  The vampire really was handsome.  His brown hair was silky.  His eyes seemed to change colors as she watched.  If they had met, talked and know each other and he had approached her she would have jumped at the chance.  But not like this.  He stepped away from her and smiled.  The feeling returned to her body and she could move again. Letting out a breath she waited on him to tell her what to do next.

 “Bra and thongs now,” he instructed waiting to see if she obeyed.

 Shaking she did as she was bid.  Slowly the other two items were added to the pile already in the floor.  Damian stood admiring her body.  He slowly ran his hands over her firm breast smiling.  Taking one nipple in his mouth he sucked on it softly.  The vein that ran across it he licked softly with his tongue.

 Her body shook as he suckled on her breast.  She could feel the edges of his fangs trail along her skin. The sensations in her body were not what she wanted to feel.  Her breathing was getting ragged.  This had to stop.  She stepped away from him.  Looking up angrily he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

 “If you fight it will only be worse.  Take the boots off.  NOW!”  Slinging her roughly on the bed he stood with arms crossed waiting on her to obey him.

 Shaking from the force of his anger she stumbled to take the boots off.  Tossing them with the other clothes she sat on the bed trying to cover herself.  The heat of her blush ran from her head to her toes.  Staring intently at her Damian began to smile.

 “Move your hands so I can see all your beauty.”

 To terrified not to obey she moved her hands to her side.   She felt cheap as he looked over her body his tongue sliding over his fangs.  Slowly he stepped to the bed and push her back leaning forward he began to touch and kiss her body.  Lifting and pushing her up in the bed he straddled her and ran one long nail down her right breast.  Where the nail went a bloody line appeared. The pain was sharp but brief. Bending down to her he began to suck and lick at the small line of blood that appeared.  Gasping at the pressure from his mouth she began to tremble.

 “Your fear smells so sweet Rhea.” Slowly he added another line on her left breast this one deeper.  The other wound was gone.  No sign of it ever existing.  She began to realize what he could do to her with this kind of power.

 Without willing it her body started to respond to the kissing and attention on her breast.  Trying to clear her head she watched in terror as he slashed his way down her body.  Licking up line after line of blood.  When he came to her pussy he took a deep breath and smiled at her.

 “I think you like this.  Certainly smells like it.” His blood cover lips smiled at her as his nail drug along her delicate pink flesh.

 Whimpering in pain she lay there shaking as he sucked to blood from the cuts.  Her mind was screaming no but her body cried out yes to his touch.  Rising up he smiled at her and crawled up her body.  He looked in her eyes with those strange eyes of his own.  It was like he was looking into her soul.  Blood covered his lips and he kissed her softly before moving down to her neck.  Her entire body shook with fear.  He took a deep breath and inhaled her scent.  Running his long pointed tongue down her neck he almost purred with delight.

 Damian’s eyes were glowing when he looked up at her again.  Standing while he looked down over her body hungrily he slipped his clothes in the floor.  He was rock hard and huge.  Rhea gasped at the sight of him.  He was almost 10 inches long and extremely thick. She’d never been with anyone that big before.  Laying back down on her he began to kiss and lick her body. 

 Rhea could feel the head of him at her pussy. Her whole body shook he was so big this was going to hurt. The pressure of him sliding in made her moan in pain.  Taking it as an encouraging sign he pressed harder.

 “Please no,” she whimpered and tried to push him away.

 “I want you to feel this.  Don’t make me take over your body again,” his voice purred in her ear.

 There was no stopping him.  Trying to close her legs made him angry and he thrust hard into her.  It felt like he was ripping her open and she screamed.  It seemed to spur him on.  He found a rhythm and her body began to respond. Her mind screamed for her to stop.  That she shouldn’t be enjoying this but when he looked into her eyes with those now shockingly blue eyes her body melted.

 Her mind knew that he was playing mind tricks on her but she couldn’t stop herself as she met his thrust with her own.  Closing her eyes she began to moan.  The pleasurable moan turned in to a scream as his teeth sank in her throat just as she orgasmed.  The combination of pain and pleasure was insane.  It made her orgasm all the harder.  Her muscles contracted and began to milk his huge penis.  Letting go of her throat he began to moan himself.

 “I knew you would be amazing,” he whispered and began to orgasm deep inside her. 

 As he finished he rose up and kissed her softly. She was shaking with exertion.  He pulled out and lay next to her brushing her hair out of her face. Wondering what he was going to do with her she lay shaking.

 “I like you Rhea.  I think I’ll keep you around a while,” Picking her up he slung her over his shoulder.  He took her down the hall and opened a door.  The room was richly decorated with a huge round bed in the middle.  He tossed her in the bed and reached under to pull out a set of chains.  He locked a manacle around each ankle and wrist.

 “Can’t collar that lovely neck.  Your blood is too sweet.  Rest I shall return.”

 Lying exhausted on the bed she wondered what he was going to do with her.  She felt so bad for enjoying what had happened.  Closing her eyes she drifted off in to an exhausted sleep.  Her dreams were full of visions of Damian.  He was never going to let her go.  In her visions it seemed that she had been a prisoner for years.  The world went on outside of the manor but she would never see it again.  In her dreams her captivity had been long enough that her now shoulder length hair hung down to her ass.  Her hair and her chains were all she was allowed to wear.  Damian constantly used her as he needed.  Feeding all of his needs off her.

 Waking from the dreams she opened her eyes to find Damian starring down at her with eyes that now seemed gray.  Her breath caught and she shifted away from him.  He reached out and pulled her back to him.

 “Fear not my little vixen.  You will always enjoy my touch.” He ran his fingers through her hair.  Looking at his hand he saw the black dye.  He started to laugh.  “My little vixen is not what she seems.”

 Reaching down he unchained her and lifted her up.  Carrying her to the shower he sat her on the edge of the tub and started a warm shower.  Helping her stand he got in the shower with her and ran his hands down her body as the water poured over her.  Softly kissing her shoulder he reached for the soap and began to wash her.  Damian kissed different spots as he washed her.  This gentleness amazed her and she accepted his soft kiss easily.  He rinsed her body and smiled at her.

 “Let’s see what my vixen really looks like,” gently he began to wash the dye out of her hair.  The black ran out of it leaving her soft curly auburn hair in its place.  He washed the two day old makeup of her face.

 “Beautiful.  Why were you hiding under all that?” He whispered softly into her ear and finished rinsing her off.

 Damian’s soft touch was much more welcome then the harshness he used the night before.  Kissing his way down her body she shivered at his touch.  Once he was kneeling he spread her legs and ran that long tongue down her slit.  A moan escaped her lips and it made him slip in deeper.  He worked that long pointed tongue deep inside her as she leaned against the wall.  Before long her legs were shaking.  His fingers slipped to her clit and twisted and pulled.  It didn’t take long for him to bring her to orgasm.

 Pulling her close after he stood up he kissed her softly. Returning his kiss she felt his leg part hers. His lips moved to her neck and he began to kiss softly.  It was only moments before she felt his huge member slide deep inside her.  Lifting her leg with his hand he began to thrust hard into her.  His tenderness was so unexpected.  Perhaps her dreams weren’t what she had made them out to be after all.

 Damian kissed her softly tempting her tongue out of her mouth with his.  Once out he sucked it deep into her mouth making her groan.  Leaning down he took one hard nipple into his mouth.  Moaning she ran her fingers into his hair.  He smiled at her his fangs showing.  The sensation of him biting her hadn’t been totally bad and the orgasm had been good.  Reaching out she moved his mouth to her throat.

 “Take me,” with a breath she knew what she wanted despite what her mind screamed, “Completely.”

 Damian rose up and looked at her surprised. “Are you sure?  If I take you completely there will be no going back.  You’ll be well cared for and want for nothing.  I’ve never meet anyone as beautiful as you.  I have to admit you amaze me like no other.  You’re eyes call to me.”

 “I’m sure.  I’ve never felt this beautiful before.  Last night I was scared.  I didn’t know it could be this wonderful.  I didn’t know you could be so gentle.”

 “It could always be this wonderful.”

 “Take me then,” Rhea breathed.  Her mind was screaming at her to stop.  Was it her choice or was it his magic working on her?  It was too late to change her mind. She put his mouth at her throat and braced herself for the brief pain.

 The pain lasted only a moment as she succumbed to his touch.  He made love to her while he drained the life from her.  Their matched orgasms hit just as the dimmed in her eyes.  Her heart was barely beating when he opened his wrist and let her drink from him. The feeling of his vampire blood burned through her veins and the world began to fade.

 “I’ll be here when you awake my vixen.”

 Her eyes flew open and she sat up with a gasp. Damian looked at her with a smile.

 “Good morn my vixen.  How do you feel?”

 She stretched and felt of her neck.  There was no wound and no evidence of what had happened.  There was no heartbeat in her chest and she knew there was no going back.

 “I feel dead,” laughing she smiled at him, “but wonderful all the same.”

 “I am glad my Vixen.  Would you like to take that as your new name along with your new life?”

 “As long as I’ll always be your vixen then yes,” she curled into his side where he lay and kissed him softly. “This was the best Halloween ever.”

 “Yes the night was wonderful.  I think our life shall be grand.  I shall teach you all you need to know.  For now rest.  You need to take it easy, your  life will be easy from now on.”

 Smiling she closed her eyes and relaxed into her new life.

Back then I was stereotypical stewardess material, five-ten, slender, blonde and a full ‘c’ cup. Besides work, my main objective in life was getting laid as often as possible, in as many places as possible, and I was good at my hobby. There were no problems or worries like there are now, all I had to do was remember to take my pill every day. Other than that, anything, anywhere, or just about anyone was a go for me.

Last few months I had seen Barbie plenty of times, mostly in the terminal, but only a few times when she was coming or going at the apartment. But, one time we both had the same layover in Chicago, well she was finishing her lay-over, I was just coming home for a few days, a rare occasion. There was a bad storm and everything was grounded, I barely got in, so it was just the two of us for the night.

“So Jordie, what are we going to do tonight?” Barbie asked.

“You mean besides going out stalking and bagging men, hopefully hung decently?”

She giggled. “Yeah, that is a given. I mean where?”

“Most in the neighborhood bars know half the stewardess flying out of Chicago live around here and they are dickheads. Won’t even buy you a drink, or take your panties off, they just want to nail a stewardess. Could go out by the lake, or crosstown, and—”

“In that shit out there? Are you bloody kidding?”

I laughed. “From someone born in the fun and sun that might look nasty, but it’s just a little weather here. Let me get a shower, and we’ll see how it is.”

It was really coming down by the time I was ready to go, and I conceded, “Alright, this is a bit nasty. Still, we can go to one or two nearby bars. Hey, we might get lucky.”

Lights blinked out, and Barbie asked, “Is this lucky here?”

“Considering we haven’t left yet, yes indeed it is,” I offered optimistically. “And seeing this isn’t that uncommon we’re prepared for it.”

I went to get the flashlight out of the drawer and ran into her. Barbie’s ultra soft skin sent an electrical charge through me, all of it seeming to end in my crotch. She reached out to steady me and grabbed my breasts, immediately getting my nipples rock hard. “You okay?” She asked so sweetly, just holding them.

“Yeah, ah, just fine. I thought you were behind me.” She let go of me, and I steadied myself with the counter, and took a deep breath. God, I was glad the lights were off, so she could not see how flushed I was. With the flashlight on I shone it on the counter. “There’s the matches. We have logs for the fireplace and candles around the place, kitchen, living room and bathroom, all the essentials—”

“What about the bedrooms?”

“Forget them,” I informed her, lighting the candle in the kitchen. “You’ll freeze to death if the electricity doesn’t come back on. We have to sleep by the fire. Just take a candle in and get into your comfy p.js and ride it out. If we get lucky it’ll only be a few hours, but if not we have plenty of blankets since the others aren’t here.”

“Maybe, we should go out for a while, it’s kind of scary. Electricity might not be out—”

“I don’t want laid that bad! We’re warm now. Go out and get cold, it’ll be impossible to warm back up, without a roaring fire, and we don’t have that many logs. We’ll spend the night shivering our asses off.”

“Oh well, screw them blokes. There’s a six-pack in the cooler, we shall just have to have a party by ourselves. What do we do now?”

“I’ll get the fire going, you go get the blankets off the beds, then we can make a bed,” I instructed, handing her the flashlight. “Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

“Think it’ll be better if we both sleep on the floor. I heard our body warmth will keep us warmer,” Barbie recommended.

God, I couldn’t believe I’d be sleeping in the same bed with her, I was going to be drenched, which I was better than halfway there already. I thought about going in the bathroom to take care of the present and future problem. Something I hadn’t done in ages, but I had no good reason to be in there. Besides, Barbie didn’t sound like she was in any condition to be left alone for very long.

In no time we had a nice bed in front of the fire. A very small bed, and I felt my face flush every time I thought about it, which was constantly. “We have a gas stove, so no eating frozen food. Have jiffy-pop, hot chocolate and marshmallows if you just want goodies. Better take a candle in to get dressed, it is easier,” I said, trying to get my mind off off her.

Didn’t waste a lot of time getting undressed, or check on my problem, because I was afraid I’d automatically start fingering myself. Barbie wasn’t out yet when I returned wearing my long flannel top and cotton bottoms. I didn’t like flannel bottoms, always made me too hot, and being as they weren’t sold that way, it was always a mismatched set, making me look like laundry day was tomorrow. Since I was here first I chose my side of the bed, one farthest from the fire. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t need any more heat on me for a while.

I was deep in thought, and hadn’t even heard her come in. “Did you want me to shag some pints?” She asked, nearly on top of me.

Looking up I cried out, “Holy shit!” Barbie was standing there in a sheer baby doll nightie, a very short baby doll, barely reaching that enticing belly button of hers. With a string bikini bottom, just as sheer, and might have been classified as a g-string. You practically could count the hairs on her full black bush, and her nipples were a shade darker than her dark areolas, which were half the size of her breasts. “T-that isn’t going to k-keep you too w-warm.”

“Seems to have done all right with you in that department, you’re starting to sweat, love.” She gave me a gentle poke in my right nipple with the hairbrush she was holding. “You want a pint?”

“Most definitely.” I wiped my forehead, and had to wonder if I’d sent the wrong signals, when she touched my breasts. My right nipple was as hard as it had ever been, tenting out the flannel, which Barbie did not miss. Only thing hotter than my flushed face was my pussy. Hell, I was staring to wonder what signals I wanted to send.

She gave me the beer, then sat down in front of me, flats of her feet down and legs spread apart. I could see the pink of her pussy, and it was glistening, reflecting the firelight. “So, do you want to have fun?”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, girl fun? Just because we’re stuck here doesn’t mean it has to be boring and—”

“You’re gorgeous, but I’m in to men.”

“Yeah, so am I. But, if you haven’t noticed, there are none about,” Barbie pointed out.

“I’ve never done it before,” was my only excuse, but I hadn’t come out and said no, nor did I think I could.

“Don’t worry, it’s completely natural to women. It’s as easy as breathing, and I shall only do things you’re comfortable with. As for you, you can do anything you wish with me.”

I’m staring straight at her pussy, which now has twice as much pink showing and beads of moisture. This makes me think of mine, and I can feel it’s so hot and wet. I squirm a bit, and think it’s like Poe’s, ‘Telltale Heart,’ I know she can hear it making sloppy noises.

“How about you try a little kiss?” Barbie suggested. “If you don’t like it, we can just sit here and drink the pints.”

I still don’t have the words to say, ‘no.’ But, I have the strength to nod my head. She moves closer to me, cutting off my view of her pussy, but brushing her hard nipple against my arm. Had to be an inch long and nearly that wide, easily twice mine. Cradling my head between her hands she brought her lips to mine.

Don’t know what I was expecting, certainly no kiss like Tommy Jenkins gave me in fourth grade, my first. Probably more like a good-night kiss after having a great time out on your first date with a new man. What I got was a sensation that went all the way to my toes, a warm tingling sensation. As soon as I became responsive her tongue was in my mouth. It was so intense, and I gladly stuck my tongue in her mouth. She pressed harder and I gently fell back on to the bed, without her losing contact with my lips.

She broke just long enough for me to catch my breath, and her to stretch out alongside me. Her hand was rubbing my stomach as she kissed me again. Her hand slid under my cotton bottoms and over the outside of my panties. She cupped my pussy pushing the wet crotch back into me, letting me know how wet they truly were.

She broke our kiss and sat up long enough to remove my bottoms, with the only movement from me being to raise my hips up so she could get them off. She didn’t take off my panties, even though I gave her no hint I wouldn’t allow it. Hell, I would’ve gladly ripped them off myself, if she asked.

Caressing my stomach ever so lightly, she just laid back down beside me and we kissed. She slipped her hand under my panties, and ran her middle finger between my inner lips, but not in me. I moaned into her mouth, which seemed to increase her kissing, and she slipped that finger in me, getting a little whimper out of me. She was making me feel so good, I thought I should return the favor.

Awkwardly groped her a bit before finally getting my hand right and cupping her hot, wet pussy. “Finger me,” she requested.

It was simple to bring my hand up, then under her panties, and back down to her pussy, easily sliding my middle finger in. Besides mine, this was the first pussy I had ever touched. It seemed so much more than mine, softer, hotter, wetter, slicker, and muskier.

Her hand was now unbuttoning my top and soon those silky soft lips were nuzzling my nipples, while she went back to fingering me. She was rubbing my clit with the palm of her hand while diddling me with two fingers. I climaxed and she let me calm down and catch me breath.

Running the handle on the hairbrush over my panty covered slit she kissed me. “You know what the best thing about me not being a man?”

“Uhn-uhn,” is all I can pant.

“I don’t go soft, ever!” She kissed me again, then sucked in a mouthful of my tit. “Love, I say you’re going to cum at least twenty times tonight. Want to bet me?”

“Uhn-uhn.”

“You want your wet panties off, and me to eat you?”

“Uh-huh, pl-please-e.”

She took my top off before getting rid of my panties. Placing my legs over her shoulders she buried her face in my muff. Again, I thought I had been ate before, but none of those men were within light-years of what she did to me. Licking, fingering, sucking, nibbling and tongue fucking me, all in random patterns, and in a random fashion.

Once I was climaxing, she didn’t ease up, she had a hold of my clit like a pit bull, sending me into wave after wave of orgasms. Another first for me.

I don’t know what happened, but when I was finally able to speak only thing that came out was, “You want me to do you?”

“Yes! Please, yes, if you want to.”

An hour ago I would’ve never thought this possible, alright maybe an hour ago it did cross my mind, but a day ago I had definitely never thought I might find myself in this position. “I think so.”

“You do not have to, if you do not—”

“No, I want to, definitely want to.” I ran a fingertip down her cheek. “Just not sure what to do, or if I’ll be able to please you, but I want to please you.”

Laughing she started peeling off her clothes. “Trust me, baby doll, you will do just fine, I am betting on you being a natural.” Barbie was out of her clothes and straddling my head, burying her face back in my pussy.

Once again, I had no clue of what to expect, but being as she had a stronger smell I figured it’d be the same in taste. Not that I go around tasting myself, but I had on occasion, being slightly curious. I wouldn’t call it stronger, spicier, more tart yes, thicker, yes, an altogether pleasant sensation, definitely yes! A woman slipping and sliding all over your face moaning into your pussy, and with no fear of choking to death, or even gagging, it was sensational and then some.

I did as Barbie had, this and that, repeating what she seemed to be enjoying most, while trying out other areas. Wasn’t long til she was climaxing, and I went for her clit, which was now larger than mine had ever been, making it an easy target to find and grasp between my lips. My chin was flooded with a slick warmth as my lover screamed into my pussy. After a while she quit climaxing and I let go of her clit like she had done to me. I licked her outer labia and ran my tongue into her, lapping up that sweetness which was everywhere, again like she had done to me.

Wasn’t expecting what came next, Barbie stuck her tongue in my butthole, getting me to tense up like when a man used to tell me he slipped, and cause for me to stop everything. No one had ever done that to my butthole, nor had I ever asked anyone to. I was about to crawl out from under her when I noticed it felt good, damn good.

Just lay there a bit, with Barbie’s pussy on my face, trying to figure out was happening, what I was feeling, what I was going to do. It was then I noticed those low contented moans were coming from me as my bottom squirmed around trying to get better contact on her tongue, as she worked two fingers in my pussy. Now she had a finger in my butt and she was licking all up and down my crack. I was purring like a cat.

I was soon doing the same to her little bottom and did a good enough job she was purring loudly, just prior to us both having a tremendous, as well as long orgasm together.

When through she crawled back up to me and started kissing me. Judging by her face she wasn’t the only one who had flooded the place. She sucked on my nipple and swirled that talented tongue around it before inquiring, “You lose that bet?”

“I’ve no idea, but my guess would be, yeah, a while back.”

“Hm-m, you don’t sound all that convinced, maybe that will change shortly. And I would have won the other bet too, you are a natural,” Barbie informed me, as her mouth got to work, and her hand slid down my belly. “This will warm you up for your real fucking.” In no time she was running the hairbrush handle in my pussy, while sucking on my clit, giving me two more orgasms.

While I panted she gave me a kiss. “Have to pee, be right back.”

Could not even nod, just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what she meant by a ‘real fucking.’ I didn’t  know what she might call it, but that was the best fucking I had ever had before.

“All right Love, you ready to get serious?”

Took all my strength to turn my head, and I couldn’t believe what I saw, Barbie standing there, wearing a strap-on dildo, a big one. It had to be eight or nine inches long and three inches thick. Her wicked smile sent a shiver down my back, and my nipples got hard.

Stroking the rubber dick with one hand Barbie made a circular motion with the other hand. “On all fours, baby doll. I am going to fuck your sweet pussy, then do your bum.”

My butt was virgin, and I didn’t even think about protesting, just rolled over, then rose up on all fours. Barbie rubbed the small of my back saying, “Love, put your pretty head on the blanket and your little bum up in the air.”

Did as told, managing to croak, “Be gentle.”

She rubbed the small of my back while kissing my butt cheeks. “Always love, always.” Barbie licked my sopping wet slit. “Any time you want to stop, say the word. What do you want, baby doll?”

“You’re as beautiful of a lover as you are a person.” I lay my head on the blanket. “I want you to take my virgin butt, then I’m going to eat your pussy.”

“Um-m, sounds delightful.” She ran that thick head up and down my slit. “As I said, you can do anything you want to me, if you are sure you want to.”

I giggled. “Oh, if I was ever sure about something in my life, it’s I want more of your pussy, a lot more.”

She slid that big pecker in me, without me even wincing. I was in heaven, her slow-fucking me to two orgasms before slipping the hairbrush handle in my butt. She got hold of my clit and set me off on wave after wave of orgasms. I was squealing and screaming so much I thought someone would bust the door down to see who was getting killed. After a dozen hard orgasms and at least as many normal ones I was surprised I had not passed out.

Barbie pulled out of me and I fell over on my side, then she rolled me on to my back. Giggling she kissed my nipples, then up my body to my mouth. By the time she made it to my mouth I had recovered enough to kiss her back, holding her tight to my body. She brushed the hair off my sweat-covered face. “You are one sexy woman, very hot, very sensual. It was my pleasure to please you.”

“No way, it was all my pleasure, time and time again.” I kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth, then giggled. “I was a little scared you were going to fuck my bottom with your big pecker, but loved what you did.”

She gave me that wicked smile and kissed me on the chin. “Baby doll, I am going to fuck your little bum with my big wanker.” My eyes got huge,   and she chuckled, cupping both of my breasts. “Not to fret, it will be fine. You needed a little break, and are going to fuck me, before you get yours.”

“Do I get to wear the dick?” Barbie gave me a nod, and started undoing the straps. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, getting her to coo. Was really liking this being in control thing. “Want you on your back, so I can take care of these lovely titties properly. But first I get my dick and your pussy.”

“Um-m, like the way you think, Love, a natural lady pleaser indeed.”

Barbie helped me strap my dick on, then lay back and spread her legs. I didn’t hesitate even for a second, just dove right in to her pussy. Didn’t take long to figure out why men aren’t as talented as women at eating pussy, their dicks get in the way. Took me trying a dozen different positions before I could get halfway comfortable with the monster attached to me. Still, I managed to give Barbie a pair of orgasms, before crawling between her legs.

Sucking her nipples and kissing her I took my time inserting my rubber dick in her pussy. Started a nice slow fuck, and was really liking this, almost as much as Barbie. She made near as much noise as I had, and came close to as many orgasms.

I pulled out and lay beside my beautiful lover, kissing and caressing her. “You were wonderful, pretty lady, even gave me an orgasm.”

“Well,” Barbie giggled, “you handled it like a pro, and I do not have a clue how many you blessed me with.” She reached down and gave the dildo a little tug. “You ready to get this wanker from outside of you to inside?”

Was so horny, no hesitation this time, had my dick off, handed it to Barbie, then planted my face in the blanket, wiggling my butt in the air. Could not wait, started fingering both holes and Barbie laughed. “Guess I do no not have to ask about your bum this time.”

“Not a chance. I want you taking my bottom, then if I’m still alive I’m going to do your bottom.” I pulled her to me and kissed her. “But first I’m going to eat your pussy.”

Swatting me on the butt Barbie laughed. “My goodness, you have it bad, trying to make up for a lifetime of missed pussy in one night.” She kissed me. “I’m very happy and proud that night was with me.”

“If I have anything to say about it, this won’t be the last.”

“No, that is definite.” She kissed me and cupped my pussy, sliding her middle finger in me, getting me to coo. Barbie ran her hand down my back. “Now my love, I am going to fuck your bum.”

I was going to suggest getting the baby oil out of the bathroom, but I was soaked, from the small of my back to mid-way down my thighs. She licked and fingered my butthole, before attempting to fuck me, which she did masterfully, again not even getting me to wince. While Barbie was busy with my butt I did my pussy with the hairbrush handle, knowing where my next check was going to, toys.

That wonderful rubber dick and her got me off another handful of times, before it was my turn. This time I ate her delicious pussy before strapping on my dick, and judging by orgasms I did a fantastic job.

There was no doubt I lost the bet long before we fell asleep, hell she would’ve probably won if the number had been a hundred. We woke in each other’s arms and started all over, keeping at it until she was called in to work at eleven-thirty. Have no idea when the electricity came back on, and hadn’t even stoked the fire. There was no need, we heated the place up nicely all by ourselves.

We worked out our schedules to get as much down time as possible together, even flying in for each other’s layovers. It was great, all these foreign cities, where we now could go out and see the sights, since we weren’t concentrating on who was going to be between our legs for the night. Not to say we didn’t go out with men, we did that as well. Even shared men and women upon occasion, but those are other stories.

Barbara Ann married an aristocrat, assistant British diplomat to be precise, and lives back in the Virgin Islands, where I stop by from time to time to remind her about the lucky blackout we both had. And every time she wins the bet.

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"Dad, I feel like I'm going to pee,
I need to use the toilet now," Lindsey
grunted holding back the heavy flow
of urine and trying to slip off the
sink basin.

This was exactly what Dean had been
waiting for.  His constant manipulation
within her after her climax that would
create this urgent need for release.
Dean once more knelt before his
stepdaughter allowing his face to become
level with her sex soaked cunt.

With his hands he spread the vaginal
folds obscenely wide and exposed the pink
slender protrusion of her urethra.
Using his tongue he began pressing
the tip against the tiny opening teasing
and stimulating it until it began to widen
and the first tiny droplet of pee formed
at the entrance.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm not going to be able
to hold it back."

"I've got to go bad, right now," Lindsey said
as she grimaced trying to hold the heavy
liquid burden of her stream inside.

"Let it go angel, let it all out, I want to taste it
hot, right from the source,"  Dean moaned as
he pressed his mouth over Lindsey's vaginal
well and continued stabbing at the opening
with his tongue.

Her hand reached out to at first try and
push Dean's face away.  As he continued
to use his lips and tongue to tease her
rapidly widening perforation she found
herself instead drawing him even further
into the heated wet opening of her womanhood.

Lindsey's fingers ensnared the thick curls
of Dean's coffee colored hair at the back of
his head and drew him to her as she began
to urinate.  The warm tart liquid hissed out
in a steady rivulet and Dean felt it splash over
his tongue and begin filling his mouth.

"Ummmmmm, don't stop Daddy, suck it
all out of there," she moaned with swelling
relief at finally voiding herself.

The honey tinted warmth began sliding
down the back of Dean's throat as he gulped
greedily to keep pace with his stepdaughter's
discharge.  His tongue dove through the
amber waves of Lindsey's spray lashing
frantically at the now fully dilated piss slit.

Breathing through his nose he suckled the
expanded opening and swallowed the
young girls pee.  He savored it like some
rich exotic wine, the taste somewhat sweet
and only slightly acrid from the family's steady
regimen of drinking only purified water
and non acidic juices.

"Shit, I feel so damn filthy pissing in your mouth,
so fucking free to do anything I want," whimpered
Lindsey as she reveled in this new perversion
with Dean.

Hearing his stepdaughter speaking this way only
fueled Dean to a greater lust, his thoughts spiraling
into visions of all they could enjoy with one another
in this unique and private world they now shared.
Springing to his feet he gripped his bobbing erection
and pressed the knob atop Lindsey's piss slit.
The simmering golden mists spraying the tip and dribbling
down the rigid sex tube in powerful streams.

"That's it baby girl, spray on Daddy's cock, soak that
dick with those sweet pee juices," Dean moaned
as he began slamming his prick over the hardened
nub of her clit.

Gripping his penis with his fist he raked the thick
stalk between her folds, the warmth of her own pee
coursing down its length and heating the vaginal lips
and making them engorge and tingle from the
body regulated heat.

Dean would punch then forward dipping the saturated
head into her cunt only allowing her to clasp at the point
and withdrawing it before it fully engulfed him.

Lindsey felt light head at the sight of Dean's enraged
organ pressing between the sodden lips.  Leaning back
to brace herself against the mirror she continued to void
herself not caring any longer where the rushing sprays
would land and what they may drench in the process.

As Dean continued to thrust and withdraw the smoldering
dome of his piss slick cock, he watched another spray
cascade into the air to land just above his navel then run
down his flesh and soak his balls which swung heavily
beneath him.  The heat from Lindsey's pee washing
over him made his own need to release himself all the
more urgent.  Pulling back he once more began slapping
at the drenched fleshy hood covering Lindsey's clit.

"Hold the skin back and rub that hot little button off,"
he demanded.

"Rub it until you cum off again you sweet little bitch."

Lindsey's fingers flew to the buzzing knot resting atop
her pussy.  Her fingertips wet with her own urine and
dancing over the slick surface of it.  She squeezed the
tight bud between her fingers, rolling them on either
side of it just as Dean had taught her two Summer's ago.
Pulling them upward and sliding them back down as
she'd learned to do  from watching Dean jerk himself off
when they would tease each other up to the point of
sheer madness.

"Open your eyes honey, watch me piss on that
sexy little lust bump," he groaned.

"Don't you dare stop until you can't cum anymore!!!"

Focusing and pressing the muscles against his
bladder Dean began to work his own urine up the
tube of his penis.  He'd been practicing at pissing
with an erection for just this scenario when he'd
decided to initiate Lindsey into the pleasures of
pee play.

Dean angled his cock toward Lindsey's pussy forcing
the first few droplets of pee to leak out and land on
the rug beneath his feet.  The next squeeze resonating
deep within his abdomen started the flow roiling out
with a solid pressure and spurting out over Lindsey's
tummy.  Her breath caught as she felt the warmth of
Dean's pee splatter against her skin and run down
over her hands.

Lifting his cock upward he created a looping arc of
amber tinted fluid that splashed over Lindsey's quivering
breasts.  He watched as the honey hued droplets clung
to her nipples and the tiny ripples of his urine flowed down
her belly and soak the thin sheen of hair nestled atop
her cunt mound.  As he continued to pee Lindsey's body
became anointed with his steamy liquid scent.  Marking
her in this ritualistic manner that would only strengthen
the bond they had already forged so long ago.

Lindsey felt that deep throbbing inside her loins as she
watched her stepfather saturate her flesh with his hot wet
brand against her body.  Her fingers twisting at the
sodden button and almost brutalizing it with her
frantic machinations.  Her hips lifted above the sink basin,
fighting to raise herself up to feel Dean's steamy piss flood
the depths of her dilated sex chute.

"Piss in my cunt Daddy, fill it fucking full, " she hissed
as the first wave of her orgasm rocked her backward and
she reached out to grab the edge of the sink to prevent
herself from slipping off.

"I'm marking what belongs to me, work that pussy little girl,
shove your fingers in there and let my piss flow right in
there," Dean ranted.

Lindsey spread her lips open forming a deep oval to
channel the stinging liquid inside her.  Hooking her fingers
beneath the slippery crease of her folds she continued to
use her thumb to press down firmly on her clit and rotate
the tip to enhance her climax.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnn-Oh mother---------- fucker here
it comes," she howled in between her labored panting.

Dean's flow began to ebb to a miniature trickle as he
stabbed forward once again plunging the mushroom point
of his prick inside Lindsey.  Allowing her only the head to
encircle as her sodden heated lips clamped him just under
the ridge of his cock crown.  In essence a rigid fleshy plug
to trap his pee within her as she continued to masturbate
for her pleasure and all the more for his.

Lindsey's arms reached out grabbing for her stepfather’s
neck as she began to slip off the piss wet counter beneath
her.  Her climax still hammering away at the very fabric
of her being although she was no longer touching herself.
She pressed her warm damp body against his as Dean's
cock slipped out with a subtle wet sucking resonance.

His urine felt like a watery living fire as it raced down her
inner thighs and splashed across the top of her feet, to
then pool beneath them. 

Dean cupped her slick ass cheeks pulling her body against
his, both their flesh still  warm and damp with each others
essence as he ground his body against her slender frame.

Lindsey's licked at her stepfather's nipples, chewing on
them as her orgasm began to recede like tiny waves rushing
back out to sea once having kissed against shore.
Her breath now slowing in shuddered moans as her
knees began to buckle beneath her, only being held in place
by Dean's firm grasp.

She felt Dean's hands slide up over her shoulders, his fingers
gripping her tightly as he pressed her down to kneel upon
the soaking wet rug beneath their feet.  Looking up she
watched as if from some vast distance separating them,
his words harkening her to his needs, his every desire.

"Take me in your mouth Lindsey, suck your old man off, I
want you to pull every damn drop out of me," Dean ordered.

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The look upon his countenance when his gaze afixed hers,
the way in which his voice could illicit a response by
speaking firm commands in a soft and soothing manner
seemed to hypnotize her like some haunting melody once
heard but never forgotten.

Lindsey knew deep within her heart, that as immoral as
their relationship may be in conventional terms, she
worshipped her stepfather and adored his every touch,
his every word shared between them.

She wanted to be his and his alone, just as her mother,
Samantha had pledged herself to Dean upon taking her
wedding vows some three years prior.

Dean slid the indigo colored bathroom rug closer to the
sink and stepping out of his boxers he placed his knees
upon it to kneel in front of Lindsey.  With his lips he began
tracing the inside of her thighs, his nostrils flaring to take in
her rich hot sex scent as he flicked his tongue over the
sensitive flesh leading to her carnal channel.

"Kiss me off Daddy, please take my clit in your mouth
and suck it off for me," Lindsey pleaded.

She loved the feel of her stepfather's mouth cupped
over her sex, the way his tongue danced over the deliciously
tingling folds, finding their home as they locked upon her
clit and his teeth bearing down. 

Those alternating nips and rakes that made it rise and
gorge with blood until she felt it would simply burst like an
overripe bloom held too long in check by seasons change
stalled.

Dean's large hands cupped the top of Linsdey's thighs,
lifting her up slightly, he exposed the small oval pucker
of her ass.  With his tongue he began an upward stabbing
motion, slowly circling it around the outer ring then punching
once more deep within the humid center. 
Time and again he repeated the cycle, threatening to put her
over the edge only to back off and torment her with his
hesitation.

Lindsey's ankles hooked behind her stepfather's neck
spurring him deeper as she kept her fingertips clutched upon
the lips of her vagina and wanting so desperately to feel her
own fingers delving inside the wetness she knew was pooling
within her.

"Tongue it real deep Daddy, stick it way up there so I
can cum hard for you," she moaned grinding her supple
bottom over Dean's face.

Time seemed to suspend itself as her stepfather worked
feverishly with his lips and tongue. His mouth moving
from her ass and slowly finding its way back to her weeping
entrance yet only softly kissing the folds held by her fingers. 
Dean breathed her scent inside him, that sweet yet tart
aroma that reminded him of fresh apples warming on a
window sill at Summer's peak. 

Brushing his nose over the thin sheen of amber pubic hair
covering her mound, he blew his warm breath over the
exposed knot of her clit.  Those dainty puffs of heated
air lazily tickling the pulsing bud as his lips just brushed
that crimson sheath of skin.

"Now angel, finger it for me, stick a finger inside and stir all
that thick honey up for me nice and smooth," Dean orderd.

His erection thrust out before him, the cock dome bloated
and weeping heavy strands of pre cum as his arousal and
desire for Lindsey grew stronger and their passion fueled the
other beyond reproach. 

Leaning into his stepdaughter his cock hunched at
the thick pile of the rug beneath him.  The lengthy blue
strands tickling the knob as he pressed down on the rug and
continuing to build the sexual frustration within his penis as
well as his desire for actual penetration.

Dean wasn't overly long in length, no more than seven
inches completely erect but his girth made his cock fill
both Lindsey and his wife thickly.  Stretching their fexible
openings until they could accomodate no more and the
supple skin threatened to tear with too vigorous a thrusting. 
The crown of Dean's prick was heavy and bloated, its color
when aroused this wantonly, a deep blush of purple.

Lindsey hooked two fingers of her left hand inside herself.
Pressing firmly over her vulva, they formed the image of
those who would thrust their hands within the air and make
the sign of metal mania at some ear splitting rock concert.
Dean couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison as he
watched his stepdaughter go after her own cunt with the
same fury and fervor.

"Get it little girl, get that cunt all juiced up for me."

"Don't you dare cum yet though, I'll tell you when you can
let it go for your old man," he commanded.

Lindsey's heels began to drum against Dean's shoulders as
she felt herself nearing such a massive cum that he'd been
building within her.  Her fingers running along the slippery
roof of her pussy and quickly being coated by clinging
strands of sex cream.

Dean knew she was getting close now, he could see the
look in her smoky eyes as they glazed over and her hips
began to twitch spasmodically.  He was now rubbing the
heavy stalk of his erection with his right hand, leaning his
cheek against her inner thigh as he watched this lewd yet
still pure display of passion just for him.  His balls were
filling rapidly with semen that threatened to course up
the stalk and erupt if he were not careful enough to check
himself from time to time.

"Beat it Daddy, jerk that cock cream out and shoot it on me
while I cum," Lindsey screamed.

Dean knew she couldn't last much longer, she always
became more vocal right before she lost all control of
herself and her body began to shake with small tremors
as he saw rippling over her smooth bronze tummy
right now.

He leaned down kissing her belly, his tongue spearing
wetly into her navel and fighting for purchase against
the piercing of the small barbell running through the
entrance. 

Time and again he kissed and lashed his tongue over
and around her abdomen, slowly coming to rest just
above her upthrust clit. 

"Now Daddy, Nowwwwwwwwwww, here it cums,"
she whimpered.

Lindsey's stepfather bit down gently on the angry nub,
his lips pursing around it as he began to suckle the stiff protrusion. 
Licking back and forth over the tip as his teeth squeezed
the swollen sides and slid up and down as if milking a nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh shit I'm there now, lick it out of me,
take it all," Lindsey wailed.

Dean continued to abuse the youngsters enraged nub, his
tongue lubricating her fingers as they thrust in and out. 
He could taste the sex on her fingers, those frothy
ribbons of girl cream that came churning out for him when
he'd gotten her this enraptured.

His hand firmly glasped upon her hips now, Dean let
go his hold over her clitoris and pulled her forward to
rest upon his face. His mouth beneath his stepdaughter's
dilated opening and relishing the liquid spice flowing over
her fingers and down her inner thighs.

"Eat me out, it's all for you Daddy, every last drop just
for you," Lindsey sobbed as she lost herself in the
unbridled release of this perverse yet so needed passion
they both fell victim to.

Her body shook violently and Dean's back and shoulders
felt as if he'd been trampled by some ancient giant whose
feet made his body the clay they trod upon.
Lindsey's fingers came loose from within the suctioning
confines of her cunt as her muscles tensed and released. 

Dean gripped her hand and placed it to her own mouth so
they both could share the flavor of her sexual gratification between them.

Eyes tightly clenched she smelled her own sex hot and raw
and began lapping the thin tart ribbons encircling her fingers. 
Her stepfather's lips pressing against hers to taste it warm
and wet from so delicious and yearning a mouth.

"I love you my sweet angel, you're all I'll ever want
or need," he whispered to her as he softly kissed her brow.

"I love you too Daddy, I always will, I want you inside me
so bad I hurt."

"Right where I belong but you'll have to wait for it just
as I am, you know how much better it is when we both
need it this bad," Dean taunted.

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