Unfortunately for him, I was prepared for something like this and stepped in front of Paula before he could reach her. From the corner of my eye, I saw that the school kids were back-pedaling in horror. That worked fine for my purposes. Mann’s surprise was total. I proceeded to stretch the crazy bastard out right on the floor.
Then Mrs. Wilder rushed onto the stage with the school security and stopped abruptly, looking at Mann’s supine form and then at me. She simply nodded her head. Then she told her security man to call 911 and ask for police and an ambulance.
After Mann was wheeled out on a gurney, cursing like an old sailor, Paula drew me to the side.
“Don’t treat me like an idiot, Bill,” she began. “Too many things don’t add up in this mess. You seem to know what to expect before it happens, and nothing surprises you. You were here because you thought Tom might come looking for me. When he met me that night to show me the pictures in order to try to blackmail me, he only had two magazines with four pictures total. He didn’t know about the other pictures of me that were in circulation.
“You and the girls received every magazine and calendar I was ever in. Tom didn’t have them all. I’m pretty certain of that. The super just told me that the testimony of some woman named Marcie Milko would be the proof that Tom was trying to blackmail me for sex. The only Milko I ever even heard of is some guy that you recently hired, and that I never met. The only time that Tom and I met over this was at the Dew Drop. Now I remember a strange acting couple in the next booth that night. What are you keeping from me, Bill?” demanded Paula.
I had been hoping Paula would never connect the dots. She was too smart to fool. I had no choice but to throw myself at her mercy.
“Paula, you aren’t the only one that has lived with a secret for all these years. Please listen and try to understand. I was just out of trade school and working my first job. As was the practice back then, the guys always pinned up pictures of women on the walls in the shop. They put them on their toolboxes and almost everything else they could fit them on.
“You were one of those pinups. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I started buying all those different educational periodicals, looking for more pictures of you and reading what ever I could about you. In one of them, I discover you were a student at a big state school in the east. Sad as it sounds, I started driving down to Penn State on weekends, hoping that was the state school and that I’d see you in person. There was no real reason to even think that was the school you were in, or even if you really went to college,” I admitted.
“I had these ideas that I’d find you and that you’d be naked in my arms inside an hour. Incredibly, I did find you after a football game! Remember? It was your senior year and you had stopped modeling, or whatever you call it. You also remember that it took me two years to get you naked in my arms. I was head over heels in love with you long before that.
“I knew the school was closed the night you said you had to go back in, but actually met with Mann. I had my new guy at work follow you, and luckily, he took his wife, Marcie. They heard everything and told me. I had those pictures sent to the girls and me so you could end your fear and tell Mann to go to hell. Those pictures were from my private stash. I took Marcie to The super’s house Saturday and told her the whole story. I knew if Mann tried to show her those pictures it would be the final proof that he was a blackmailing shit and she would terminate him. I worried that he might try to take it out on you, so I hung close to keep an eye on you,” I explained.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me that you knew about those pictures when we met, or at least at some point over the years, Bill?” asked Paula.
“I was afraid you would think I was a creep or a stalker, and I guess, technically, I was. Once I found you, and found out that as great as your body was, your personality and brains were even better, and I couldn’t risk losing you. I’ve been afraid that someday you’d find out that I had spent eight months looking for you at Penn State and think I was a weirdo,” I confessed. “I just love you so much, Paula.”
“Didn’t you take an awful chance showing those pictures to the girls, Bill? Did you realize that you could have made them hate me?” questioned Paula.
“No, that never crossed my mind. I made certain I was there when they looked at them. I knew they would never hate you. I also believed they would study my reaction to the photos and use that as their guide. Your girls could never hate you and it’s beyond my ability, or anyone else’s to make that happen. Their reaction was what you saw. They have a hot mother and I have a cool wife!”
“I’m going to enjoy listening to you tell the girls the rest of the story tonight, Bill,” stated Paula matter-of-factly. “They know my secret and now you’ll tell them yours, so you won’t ’live in fear’ any longer. They’ll know that if I hadn’t posed for those photos, we never would have met. I just hope you don’t creep them out!”
The End
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Procrastination
It’s only 3:30, Sire won’t be home till well after 6:00. (I’m sure you can guess what’s going to happen here). I lounged on our huge California king-sized bed. Game Cube remote controller in hand, I intensely tried to concentrate on the turns of the race. I lost as usual.
Bored, I rolled over and thought about all the chores I needed to do before Sire got home: the dishes from breakfast, make the bed, straighten up the living room, and study. It would all only take me 45 minutes at the most. Sire wouldn’t know I hadn’t studied. Plus, it was Friday, I had all weekend to study. A pang of guilt struck me. If he asked would I lie?
I remembered the last time I was caught in a lie. It was the first time he had really punished me. He had used the belt on me. I remembered the guilt and the shame. I remembered the tears I cried for him. He was so disappointed. He hated to beat me like that.
He didn’t stop and rub my ass lovingly like he usually did in between smacks with his hand. He didn’t slide his finger into my pussy and tease me till I was begging. He just beat me, and then held my shaking, sore body till I fell asleep. I shivered remembering the night.
Living a submissive lifestyle was all so new to me. I always knew that I needed to submit, needed to be dominated. I just never thought it was a normal exploration. I craved something deep inside of me. Just the thought of being told what to do, sexually or not, gave me shivers. And I’m not the dominant woman executive type, ruling the corporate world by day, needing a spanking by night. Nope, my whole day and night desired the rules. 24/7 I wanted to taste the release of giving myself to another. I knew that submission for me had to be a whole lifestyle to truly satisfy me.
And this is not to say that I am not a stubborn forceful person on my own. I’m a Taurus, all I think about is how to get my way. The thing is that my way is to belong to another. This has always been quite the conundrum for me. But with Sire, I can freely explore my needs and desires.
I awoke from my memory as my timer went off letting me know I had an hour and a half till Sire would be home. Planned procrastination. I had a routine. After I got home from class, I always knew exactly how much time I had to complete my chores. I always waited till the last minute. I don’t know why, I couldn’t seem to help it. In the meantime, I watched TV, chatted online, played video games, and occasionally sneaked a quickie with myself.
Once again, a pang of guilt hit me. I was supposed to call and ask permission before masturbating. But he hadn’t picked up the phone when I called before. Besides, I hated to have to ask that. And he knew it.
I thought about that now. I always feel like I have two people in me. One wants and needs the domination; needs to be taught lessons through discipline. But the other fights it and tries her best to avoid it all. But both await the secret pleasure of the consequences. Sometimes I have to wonder if I push Sire. Am I subconsciously looking for ways to force him to punish me? ‘Topping from the bottom’ he called it. I don’t mean to be manipulative, that’s disrespectful of course. So why do I do things that I know are wrong? Maybe just to see if I can get away with it. I have to know.
I sighed and looked at the clock. I had time if I hurried. I hopped out the bed, and went to the dresser with all the toys. I slowly opened a drawer, taking a mental note of where everything laid so I could return it without notice, and picked out my favorite: little dickie, a small bullet vibrator. Just looking in the drawer at all our toys excited me. The expectation of my upcoming orgasm made me grin.
I jumped back on the bed, and wiggled out of my panties. I lay on my back, bent my legs, and spread my knees. I clicked on the tiny bullet vibrator, and smiled at the sweet sound of its humming. I placed the head of the bullet on the tip of my clit, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the task at hand; I didn’t have too much time. I thought of my Sire licking my clit, playing with the tiny bud till it grew and twitched at his every breath. I spread my lips and raised the hood to expose her. I made tiny circles with the vibrator clockwise, and then counter. I dipped the tiny bullet into my pussy, and wiggled it around, then slid it out and resumed my circles around my clit.
“Mmmmmmm,” a moan escaped my lips.
I slid my left hand under my shirt and squeezed my breasts. I caressed my soft caramel colored skin raising goosebumps. I gently flicked the small ring in my nipple and twisted it a little. I was getting close. Then suddenly a thought invaded my mind. I remembered all the literotica stories of careless subs getting caught masturbating. I opened my eyes. Everything was the same. No towering Sire glaring down at me from above, belt in hand. Though the clock did say I only had about 40 minutes left until his arrival. I quickly shut my eyes and continued my thoughts of Sire licking my clit, and I soon came.
Whew, I felt so much better. I lay there enjoying the throbbing between my legs, and waited for my heartbeat to return to normal. Then, once again my feelings of guilt returned. I sat up and looked at the clock. I was really pushing things. My guilty feelings left as I thought of what Sire would do to me if he came home before I finished all my chores.
I rolled out of bed, and went straight to the kitchen, where I ran the hot water, poured in the Dawn, and scrubbed as fast as I could. With that done I rushed to the living room and threw the pillows in place and picked up the magazines from the floor. I finished, and looked at the clock, I had just enough time to take a bath and wash my crime from between my legs. I ran to the bathroom and ran the water, got in the tub and started washing up. Then I heard something and instantly froze. Was that the door? Oh shit! Oh my God! Oh shit.
“Girl!” he bellowed.
I nearly broke my neck scrambling out of the tub. I ran out of the bathroom dripping wet with suds all over my body. He stood in the bedroom doorway; a wrapped gift in one hand, and a bouquet of wild flowers hanging down in the other hand.
I stood there, staring at him. I didn’t know what to do. An eternity passed. I watched his eyes. I saw sadness, disappointment and something else that I couldn’t identify. Then I watched as his gaze turned to the bed askew with sheets and pillows. And finally his eyes went to the opposite side of the room to the open drawer of the dresser. I panicked and looked back at the bed at the vibrator half covered by a pillow. He followed my gaze and anger replaced the sad, disappointed look on his face. This all happened in a few seconds, but it all seemed to go in slow motion. I swear his eyes turned red. Should I run back into the bathroom and lock the door, till he had time to cool down? Yeah right.
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“Floor,” he growled.
He threw the flowers in the small trashcan, and set the gift on the dresser. I hesitated for a split second and then ran to kneel in front of him. I pushed my chest out, crossed my ankles, grabbed my right wrist behind my back, and lowered my head. I’m sure he could see me shaking. Should I apologize? Should I look up at him? He just stood there. Say something, I thought. I shivered as the cold air cooled the water on my body.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You Sire,” I replied.
He stood there for another minute. My body continued to drip, I could feel droplets of water slide down my back and arms and watched a single drop quiver on the tip of my nipple, and fall onto the damp carpet below me. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m so sorry, Sire,” I started, “I didn’t…”
Then smack! He backhanded me so fast; I didn’t even see it coming. I landed on all fours on the floor. He had never hit me like that before. I put my hand to my face and felt my stinging cheek, hot tears rolled down my face. I had screwed up big this time. I quickly sat up and got back into position. I wouldn’t do anything else to fuel his rage. I cursed myself for speaking without his permission. How much deeper could I dig my hole? Damn. I waited again, silent.
“Your procrastination has finally caught up to you, girl,” he said. “Here I am, coming home early with flowers and a special gift for my girl, only to find her chores undone and her vibrator on the bed. Did I not specifically say that your chores are the first thing you must do when you get home?”
Was I supposed to answer? I nodded slowly hoping that that was the right thing to do.
“You left a dirty pan on the stove,” he continued, “and you clearly didn’t wipe off the table. It looks as if you rushed, girl.”
I gulped.
“You know I’m not usually that picky about your straightening up, I could have let those things slide,” he stated “but then I walk in here, and what do I find?”
His tone lowers even more. Shit, I never know when to answer his questions. I think this one is rhetorical. He walks around slowly to stand behind me and snatches my hair yanking my head back.
“Answer me, girl!” he growls.
“Uh…. Er…. Bah…. The vibrator on your unmade bed, Sire?” I babble out quickly, barely being able to form the sentence. He lets go of my hair roughly pushing my head forward. I try to slow down my heavy breathing and calm down. I feel myself getting excited. I’m terrified, but I know I probably need what’s coming.
“What else?” he asks.
I start to panic. What else? There’s something else? I don’t know. I dart my eyes back and forth, my mind spinning.
“Let me help you!” he roars.
He grabs the back of my neck and forces me easily to me feet. He leads me to the desk in the corner and pushes my face into my books.
“Your Organic Chemistry book is in the EXACT spot it was when I left. Studying was definitely on your to do list. What the fuck? Were you going to lie to me, girl? You knew I would ask.”
I couldn’t answer him. I started crying.
“Don’t start crying yet, there will be plenty of time for that later.”
I sucked back my sobs and tried to calm down.
“Procrastination,” he continued, “is a very bad habit. One I will break you of. Disobedience is something I will not tolerate. And lying, I thought I had cured you of this, but I guess your punishment has to be more severe tonight.” He let me go.
“Floor”, he said again.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and assumed my position. He took a deep breath and let it out in a deep sigh.
“Do you always wait till the last minute to do your chores?” He asked.
I nodded slowly.
“Hmmm” he hummed thoughtfully. “I knew you were using the vibrator without my permission.”
How did he know that? I asked myself.
“That was going to be addressed this weekend.” He went on. “Since you’re new to this life, I was going to go slow with you and take things gradually. But you’re blatant disobedience has shown me that you require more……attention.” He paused again. “And not studying. Girl, you have midterms next week. Since your lying punishment, have you told me lies about studying?
I nodded.
Have you told me lies about anything else?”
I nodded again.
“Tell me them now,” he said slowly and menacingly.
I didn’t hesitate a moment. I needed to tell him, I needed him to know, I needed to be free of my guilt.
“Every day when you come home and you ask me if I have been a good girl, and I say ‘yes’, most of the time I had used the vibrator.” I started with that one, since he knew of it already and didn’t seem particularly upset about it. Last week when my account went overdrawn, it wasn’t ‘cuase I had to put gas in the car; it was because I had bought a pair of sandals. But I didn’t know it would…" He put his hand up silencing me. I can’t believe I was trying to defend myself at a moment like this.
“What else?” he asked coldly.
“I don’t study everyday like I have been saying,” I continued, “I usually watch TV or chat online till I feel its time to start cleaning. That’s it, that’s all.”
He chuckled. Which surprised me, was he less angry than I thought?
“Untill YOU feel its time to start” he repeated menacingly." Damn, bad choice of words. “I know you’re new at this girl, but I thought we had that much straight. You no longer do things when YOU feel like it. You do them when I tell you to do them, and how I say to do them. Do you understand that?”
I nodded.
“Answer me, girl!” He roared.
“Yes, Sire, I understand.” I shivered
He chuckled again. What the hell was so funny? I wondered.
“Do you really understand? I have heard this answer before with you. Yet you continue showing what I believe to be: deliberate disobedience.” He paused.
Damn, was I supposed to agree? He sighed deeply. I continued my silence.
“So,” he started again, “you like to procrastinate? You like to put things off. You like to wait till later,” he said thoughtfully. His new calm thoughtful state worried me a bit.
“First you will receive your punishment for your lying and disobedience,” he stated.
He walked towards the dresser and tore open the package. He revealed a riding crop.
“This could be used for pleasure”, he stated, “I wanted you to enjoy your first taste, but you have ruined that. Tonight it will only bring you pain.”
I shivered as my stomach twisted into tight knots.
“Bed” he commanded.
I jumped up and crawled onto the bed. I lay on my stomach, ankles crossed and hands on the back of my neck. Last time I was in this position he had made my ass red and sore.
I didn’t have to wait long. He whacked me. “Yeouch!” It wasn’t the hardest he had ever hit me, but I didn’t get a warning at all. The first hit burned across my right ass cheek. I felt the heat spread from his blow across my body. He continued hitting me with the crop, alternating from ass cheeks, to thighs, and my back. His hits got more forceful after the first few.
Whap! Whap! Whap! I had lost count. My body was on fire. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time I could feel myself getting wet. Again, that feeling that there is two of me. It was so damn painful; I could never ask for it. But I knew I needed it, even wanted it. Unlike me, my pussy didn’t tell lies. She was throbbing and leaking as he continued his assault. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I wailed into the pillow and squirmed underneath his blows.
“Remember” whack!
“This” whack!
“Next” whack!
“Time” whack!
“You think about disobeying or lying to me.” Whack, whack, whack!
He stopped. Was I dead? The burning on my back, thighs and ass told me I was very much alive. I continued sobbing into the drenched pillow.
I awoke later to the feel of him rubbing something cool onto my sores.
“Uhhhh,” I moaned.
I had slept. I had probably passed out. I had a horrible headache, and oh my god, every spot that he had hit me screamed for mercy. Then suddenly the burning died to a numbing feeling.
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“Better?” he asked.
I gave a slight nod, before slipping back into sleep. I woke up the next morning, stiff but only slightly sore. That stuff he rubbed on me worked magic.
I rolled over to find Sire sleeping besides me fully dressed. He looked so somber. So different from the grinning, clever look he had when I met him months before on campus. He had been so wonderful, smart as hell. Smart about everything. He was in a Ph. D. program for genetic engineering. But that is not what attracted me to him. The thing that first caught me, and keeps me here now, was his knowledge about me. He KNEW me; absolutely. He knew what I feared, what I needed. And we both knew that I needed him. He read me like a book. And with patience and love, he began training me. Training me on how to be a better me. Training me on how to receive what he had to offer me.
I watched him sleep, watched his chest rise and fall. I had been failing him. I hadn’t been doing my part, yet he was doing his. I had to try harder. I never wanted to feel this feeling again. The guilt, the pain. I loved him. I snuggled closer to him and wrapped an arm around him. He awoke and smiled at me.
“You ok?” he asked.
I could only nod. I wasn’t really ok, I had so much to make up for. I wouldn’t fail him again; I wouldn’t make him have to do this to me again.
“I’m sorry,” I said simply. There was nothing else to say.
“I know,” he said, “go wash up”. I arose slowly and walked to the bathroom. I let the cold still water from the previous night out of the tub, and refilled it with hot water. I slipped in the tub and let out a deep sigh. I never thought I could take a beating like that. He told me he would push me. This wasn’t what I had had in mind. But I had learned my lesson. Or so I had thought.
After my bath, I slipped into my silk robe, enjoying its softness on my skin. I sat with my legs spread at my desk and opened my Organic Chemistry book. I was so horny. I found myself thinking of the dull pain of my body, and was surprised to realize I enjoyed it. I could feel my excitement growing. And again I let out a deep sigh. Where was Sire?
I got up and walked to the kitchen. He had made me breakfast. My favorite: scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and toast with strawberry jelly. I grinned and sat in the seat he offered me. He sat at the table with me and we ate and talked casually about how our classes were going as if nothing had happened last night. And soon I was chattering and teasing him like normal. God I was glad that was over. I stood, grabbed his hand, pulled him to his feet and tried to lead him towards the bedroom.
He stopped short, “you need to do the dishes first,” he said carelessly.
“Oh come on, I’ll do them later, I promise,” I replied.
I hadn’t even thought about my words, not until they had left my mouth. Not until it was too late. He grew stiff, and narrowed his eyes at me. And I swear the room darkened.
“I never did punish you for your procrastination,” he stated.
Before I could blink, he grabbed me around my waist and carried me to the bedroom. He flung me to the bed onto my back. My robe flew open and I could only lay there and wait for a command. His dark eyes glared violently at me. He was looking me up and down. I knew he liked what he saw. My legs and arms sprawled in every direction twisted in my robe; my breast rising and falling as I took in deep breaths of air; my face showing a mixture of fear and desire.
He slipped off his belt, and I cursed myself for my bad habits and stupid tongue. I couldn’t take anymore beating. I just couldn’t. He dropped the belt onto the floor and unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. What was he doing? I couldn’t read his face. Would I get what I wanted? Would I get my pleasure? Would he make me cum? I was so confused, a second ago, I thought he was angry with me. Now it looked like he was going to fuck me like I originally wanted.
He continued stripping until he was naked. He was a chocolate God. I never tired of his body. I smiled inwardly as I took in his broad shoulders and long torso. He walked to the bed, grabbed my legs, and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of me, spread my legs, leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my pussy.
“Aaahhhhh,” I sighed.
This is what she had been waiting for. My pussy throbbed to the beat of my heart. I relaxed and closed my eyes. Nobody could eat my pussy like him. He pushed the hood back with his lips and slashed at my clit with his tongue. He licked it up and down, around in circles, I could barely lay still. He pushed his tongue into my pussy, then slid it up back to my clit. He worked it just right. I could feel my orgasm rising. I was breathing deeply. I grabbed at my breasts and massaged them; pulling and twisting the rings on my nipples. I was so close. Then he stopped, he sat up. What the hell? I thought.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, I’m just going to finish later,” he replied.
My jaw dropped open. Realization dawned on me. I waited a moment to see if he was playing a sick joke on me. He was straight faced and far from joking. He stood up, leaned forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up off the bed. He led me to the desk and sat me down. I blinked at the diagrams of atoms in the book. Was he really going to deny me an orgasm? Damn, my pussy was throbbing. I needed to cum, like I needed water or oxygen. Damn.
I looked at his hard dick. He wasn’t even going to fuck me? I knew he wanted to. I knew he was denying me pleasure to punish me. But in doing so, he was denying himself pleasure too. I was flooded with shame and amazement. He was so strong in so many ways. I just wanted to cum, that’s all my mind was on.
There was nothing I could do. I wouldn’t masturbate ever again without his permission. He stood there till I picked up my pencil and started scribbling notes into my notebook. I was studying, on a Saturday morning! Morning!
He left me there, walked to the living room, and turned on cartoons. We always watched Saturday morning cartoons together. Snuggled on the couch together, he would play with my nipples as we laughed together at the TV. I sat at the desk, hornier than I had ever been in my life, and heard him laugh, without me. I was crushed, but it was my own fault. ‘Finish later’, I thought to myself. I grinned. He always knew how to teach me a lesson. I needed to write about my experience so I could refer back to it. But I would do that later.
The End
Chance of a Lifetime
We had been going out for a while. Kristy and I had been having sex for three years, since that Christmas. But I have always dreamed of having a threesome with her. I mean come on, my sister is fucking hot. With those grapefruit sized tits, and her tight little ass. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her?
But we had to keep dating other people, so our parents wouldn’t question our living together. So we agreed we could sleep with other people too. I picked out one of my classmates from my Anatomy class, and my sister picked one of hers. My girl, Shanna, has a body identical to my sister’s, but with larger tits. So when I brought her to my place, my sister raised an eyebrow. All night long, my sister was checking out Shanna, and sort of giving her dirty looks. That night during our pillow talk, she asked me if I still thought she was pretty.
“Of course I do, sis. Why do you ask?” I questioned.
“Well I saw how you were looking at Shanna, and she has a better body than I do.”
“Are you jealous?” I teased.
“Maybe,” she retorted.
We talked a little more, fucked and then I cuddled her until we fell asleep, all the time wishing Shanna had been there with us.
When morning came, I asked her about it. I asked, “What would you say to a threesome?” She said, “I will think about it, but maybe.”
I went to school with her, and wouldn’t see her until tonight, as I was going to study with Shanna after class. When I saw Shanna, she said she had a surprise for me. I thought and thought, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. While we were studying, she decided to make it interesting. She was going to quiz me, and for every right answer, she removed an article of clothing. If I got her naked, I got a BJ. Of course she made sure that I got her naked. Then she gave me an amazing BJ.
Afterwards, we met up with Kristy and her boyfriend, Mike at the Campus Bar & Grill and ate. The girls ordered salads, and Mike and I got burgers. During dinner, we all talked joked around, and my sister and I got away from the table a few times for quick make-out sessions.
We paid the bill, and we went our separate ways. Krista said she was going to Mike’s for a while, and Shanna asked me to take her to her house so she could feed her dog before we went back to my place. My plan was to fuck Shanna and have her out before Krista got back from Mike’s. So I took Shanna home, and thought we should just fuck at her place, that way I could just go home, but she told me that my surprise was waiting for me at my house. So I obliged and we went back to my place, as I was curious as to what I would be getting from her. I was upset to see that Krista was already back at our house. I was upset because I couldn’t fuck Shanna. Boy was I wrong.
Before we went inside, Shanna pulled a blindfold out of her purse and told me to put it on so she could lead me to my gift. I was anxious, and awaiting whatever it was. She pulled me into my living room, and sat me down on the couch, and told me to wait for a minute while she got it. She left the room, and I was wondering which way she went. Before long, I heard coming down the hall. I was excited. I asked if I could pull off the blind fold, but she said no. She told me that she was holding my surprise, and asked me what I wanted her to do with it. I asked her what she could do, and she told me, “anything you can do to a lemon.” So I told her to squeeze it, suck it, and lick it. She told me to pull off the blindfold after the third one, and to my surprise, and arousal, there was my girlfriend licking Krista’s pussy.
Needless to say, I was horny as fuck! The girls stopped what they were doing and grabbed me and half carried me to the bedroom. They sat me on the chair, and they climbed onto the bed. I was going to watch first. I watch as Krista pushed her down on the bed and turn to me with a “does this answer your question?” look on her face. I smiled and nodded my approval. First Shanna was getting her pussy licked by my sister, then they switched positions, so they could both be pleasured. Finally they came, and they called me to the bed. I sprinted and flung myself onto the bed with them, and I grabbed their tits, and sucked them, while fingering Shanna, then Krista laid down and I ate her out while still fingering Shanna. Then the girls attacked me once again, Krista taking my now fully erect 8 inch member entirely into her mouth. My body spasmed as she flicked her tongue on my mushroom head. After a while, Shanna playfully tackled Krista, trying to gain control of my throbbing cock. This action sent Krista into a frenzy and she wrestled with Shanna while I slowly jerked myself off. It was incredibly arousing to witness to such gorgeous girls wrestling over me.
When they finished, I was near my climax, so they pushed me back down on the bed and pulled out Krista’s double ended dildo. They each placed an end into their soaking slits, and got each other off again, while telling me not to touch myself. When they came again, they brought me back into the picture. I stuck my thick hard on into Shanna and fucked her brains out until she screamed to announce her delightful orgasm. When she came, Krista saw her opening, and she jumped on me, and I fucked her as hard as I could. In the same manner as Shanna, Krista came, and squirted a little on my stomach. Then she kept riding me, but before I could cum they pulled me out, and started a tandem blow job, my second of the day. I quickly came in their mouths, and on their huge ta-ta’s. I rolled over onto the bed, and I kissed the both of them passionately. And I asked what made them decide to do this for me. Krista said she called Shanna when she got to school, and told her our situation. “We decided that tonight would a perfect night, since we went out to dinner,” said Krista. I laughed and kissed them both again. We took a quick nap to power up.
I woke before the ladies, and I went out and got some ice cream for us to share, and of course toppings. I was hoping we could play around some more tonight.
When I walked into the apartment, I heard the shower running, and figured one of them wanted to shower. Little did I know that they had started the after nap activities without me. I stripped down, exposing my growing manhood, and jumped into our oversized shower with them. They giggled, and started sucking my cock again. They had the dildo in here with some lube and I was watching as Shanna lubed up the end of the dildo, and eased it into Krista’s asshole, causing her to moan with pleasure! I was completely aroused now, and I wished badly to be the dildo.
While Shanna fucked Krista, I fucked Shanna. When Shanna came, we switched positions so I was fucking Krista now. I pulled the dildo out, and handed it to Shanna. I was going to pound Krista’s tight little ass for the first time. I bent her over and the water beaded of her back as I eased my giant member into her tight little hole. Krista moaned as Shanna pushed the dildo into Krista’s soaking wet slit. I reached down and rubbed Shanna’s tits, and twisted her nipples, which had been hard all day. We finished showering, and I laid the girls down, still wet and ate them both out, and I made them cum a few times. Then I stuck my cock into Shanna’s pussy and I came again, and Krista moved down to my balls, licking and sucking them as they bounced off of Shanna’s ass. When I came, Krista once again licked my cock clean of any mess. I flipped her over and I fucked her asshole and came again and felt her ass tighten as she climaxed also, heightening my own.
We all rolled over and I whispered thank you to the girls, as they had made my night. We all slept together, and when we woke up in the morning, we made pancakes, and ate them in bed. We all fucked again and we went to school. It was an amazing end to my ultimate fantasy. Since then we have all fucked many times, and its still as passionate as the first night. Now Shanna and I are engaged and we plan to bring Krista along on our honeymoon. To this day I often think of that sweet, sensual sequence while I get myself off.
The End
The Bite
I’m a sucker for haunted houses. I absolutely love them. Very infrequently am I the one who’s scared though. My enjoyment comes from scaring the actors or the visitors. Those of you who know me know what an imp I can be. If I’m out for the group, I spot where the likely places are that the actors are hiding and misdirect the other’s attention. If it’s the actors, I hang back, see where they’re hiding and sneak up on them.
That’s why I was especially excited one year by an article in The Patriot. “Sexy Vampire Steals The Show”. It explained how the Jaycee’s haunted house was the hit of them all. They had acquired a superb actor to lay in a coffin, the visitors would be locked in the room with Him, and He’d rise, swoop down on some unsuspecting person and throw the whole group into panic. He’d even been known to be called out by some women to give them a “kiss”. I knew just what to do.
I called four of my friends and arranged for them to go with my sister and me the Friday before Halloween. The house was wonderfully done. Lots of gore, loads of spectacle. It really was splendid. But all of it was a bit lost on me as I was waiting for that particular room. I had built up the excitement in my friends, telling them how very realistic this vampire was. I must admit, I had somewhat piqued my anticipation also.
Finally we had arrived at “Dracula’s Crypt” or so the sign said. They were only taking in 30 people at a time so we had to wait. While waiting, we could hear screams and pounding coming from behind the door. Nothing about the door that would give any sign at all as to what lay on the other side. It was simply a white door with a simple knob and someone standing beside it to let people in and out. But I felt the fear on the other side. It was almost palpable. Women shrieking, men screaming. I knew I was going to have a marvelous time.
Then, finally, it was our turn. Since my friends and I were at the front of the line, the six of us had the opportunity to pick the best spot inside.
The room itself was rather plain. Painted grey, some props set about along the walls, and a coffin set upon a platform near the other side. There was another door opposite of the one we entered. Eerie music was playing softly, not loud enough to hear the melody, but it played softly on your mind, setting the tone. The lighting was low and someone had set up a fog machine. It was a wonderful effect.
Everyone became somber as they entered, carefully looking around. A few tested the other door and found it locked. We all settled in to wait for the show.
They’d built a railing about 10 feet from the wall on our side of the room. The six of us found our vantage right along the rail and waited until the others had been ushered in. Then the entry door closed with a loud bang and the lock was set. Everyone fell silent. I glanced around and saw everyone’s eyes had gone wide with expectation, or was it fear?
A few moments later, I felt the time was right. I called out softly, “Sir? May I have a kiss?”
There was an audible gasp from a few in the crowd. No one had expected this and if their eyes were anyplace else before, they were all fastened on that coffin now. I felt the hand of one my friends on my shoulder. “Snick, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I giggled and shrugged the hand off. “It’s ok, I know what I’m doing.”
The coffin’s lid raised just slightly and a hand grasped the side. My eyes focused there along with the others. Another hand came out and took hold of the lid, raising it until it stood on its own. Then slowly, painfully slowly, He sat straight up from His bed. He turned His head slowly and His eyes locked onto mine sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
His eyes were beautiful. Deep, black eyes that I found myself getting lost in. Penetrating, intoxicating, entrancing eyes that seemed to call to me. I felt hands at my shoulders and arms. I heard my friends calling me back from the rail. But my entire focus was His eyes.
He smoothly found His footing as He stood in His resting place. In a graceful cat-like move He leaped to the floor, yet He never took His eyes from mine. He was magnificent. He was tall, commanding, dressed in a dark tuxedo with a blood red ascot tied just right and tucked into His waistcoat, a diamond tacked neatly in the center. A black cape with red lining completed the picture. He totally looked the part except for one thing. His hair was silver. I’d always seen or imagined vampires as having dark, black hair. But this one’s silver mane looked so lovely, so perfect, adding all the more to His commanding presence.
He lept to the floor then took one, maybe two steps towards me. I felt rather than saw the crowd fall as far away from me as possible and from the rail. With the crowd’s murmurs growing louder, my friends began desperately trying to catch at my clothes to pull me from behind calling my name. But it all seemed like a dream. Without turning my head, I pushed their hands off me and told them to leave me be. Then I firmly grasped the railing so I couldn’t be moved. I was secretly so pleased at the scene that “Dracula” and I had caused. This crowd was certainly getting its money’s worth.
Dracula, which was the only thing I could think to call Him, swept one hand free of His cape and I heard the sharp intake of breath from those behind me. “Come to me, my little one. Come, receive your kiss you have called for.”
His hand beckoned me as well as His words. But His eyes compelled me. I began to wonder just how much of this scene was real, and just how much had created. But, I climbed under the rail, and stood on the other side.
I heard a woman’s voice coming from so far away, “Oh my God, don’t!” and I began to feel fear creeping into my thoughts.
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“What am I doing?” I started to question.
That’s when I heard Him, but not audibly. He was in my mind, caressing my thoughts, draining my fear from me.
“There’s no need to hear the others.”
I no longer did.
“The only voice you hear is mine.”
His was the only.
“You can feel my hunger. How it now grows in you, matching my need as you draw closer.”
I began to move.
Slowly, dreamily, walking towards Him. The space between us growing smaller.
“Yes, such a good girl.”
I felt a thrill.
“Desiring this as much as I need.”
I could see His mouth as He smiled slightly…what were those white points coming down from between His lips?
“There’s no need to fear what’s about to happen.”
Again, the fear vanished.
And I kept walking.
His gaze left mine for just a moment. I paused in my walk and watched as His lips curled in an ugly sneer and He hissed at someone behind me, I assumed one or two of my friends. He quickly returned His gaze to mine before I had a chance to turn my head, capturing my eyes once again.
I restarted my slow walk towards Him not even realizing I’d done so, His voice starting once again.
“That’s right, my dear. Come closer to me. You long to feel my embrace, my kiss.”
It became my entire focus. To feel His arms around me, to feel His lips on mine. Then suddenly I was there before Him.
He smelled of earth and ages past. Virility seeped from His being. Strength, cunning, wisdom, desire, seemed draped over Him. I began to sway as I was overcome by His presence. He quickly spread His cape and enveloped me within. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs that had seemingly wrapped my mind so tightly.
I giggled a little as I came to my senses and said conspiratorially, “Ok, when you remove the cape, I’ll drop to the floor and you can finish the show.”
“My girl, you still think we’re play acting?” and I felt a moment of horror as His mouth gaped open showing His teeth bared.
They weren’t an actor’s prop. These were very real and they glistened even in the little light that His cape allowed. He simply moved my head to the side exposing my neck.
I had only a moment to gasp “No!” when I felt His kiss…
Such an exquisite moment. A brief, sharp stab of pain, then only bliss. I no longer heard His thoughts. His thoughts were mine. I became more and more His as He drew life from my neck. Everything I was began to slowly leave as He suckled. My world dissolved around me. We were alone without any of the barriers that separate. My body began to respond to His desire.
One of His hands moved to cover my breasts, enveloping first one then the other. Squeezing, kneading, pinching my nipples until I started at the slightest touch. A hand came up an cupped my head holding me to His mouth as the other then travelled down between my legs, raising my skirt and finally caressing my mound through my panties.
I gasped as I felt His arousal and mine begin to merge. I was throbbing, wet and wanted Him inside me so badly. I started moving on His hand, wanting Him to go further, to take me completely.
He moved the panties aside and began to slide a finger along my slit.
“Ahhhh, such a good girl.”
I wanted to be a good girl, to give Him what He wanted. To satisfy His lust, our lust. I parted my legs to allow Him better access… wait, did I do that or did He? It didn’t matter. He was pleased, and He continued to drink from me as His fingers found my clit. He teased it slowly, brushing it, circling it and my mind spun in unison with the movement.
“So close, you want this so badly.”
My breath coming in gasps. I’d never felt to turned on. He began to pinch and flick my clit.
“Let me inside.” He purred in my head.
I responded by opening my body and my mind totally, nothing held in reserve.
He claimed them both as He inserted one, then two fingers deep into my pussy. I found myself moving to His rhythm as my breathing and heart rate increased. My whole being sang as I shamelessly raised and lowered myself on His hand. My arousal building as my blood left me, growing stronger as I was drained.
I knew I was beginning to die, yet I wanted this. This was what I had desired all my life. I don’t remember ever having any different thought, this was my life’s purpose. To die and serve my Master. At this thought, I came, harder than I ever had before and everything I had been ceased to be.
I could barely stand and He cradled me in His arms as His mouth left my neck. He shook me slightly to bring me from my reverie. Then He moved His ascot and shirt aside and drew a sharp finger nail across His chest leaving a trail of His blood.
“Drink, my sweet…drink deeply and be mine forever.”
I couldn’t see anything else.. it was like ambrosia dripping from the wound. So bright, so red. The smell was divine, sharp, metallic. I had tasted blood before, my own in taking care of small wounds. But this was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced.
Panting with the effort, I began to pull myself to Him. I couldn’t wait to taste it, to bring it into my mouth and swallow.
But, just as I was about to seal my lips on His chest, I felt us being pulled apart. My friends had crossed the rail and they had both of us in their hands trying to free me from His.
I collapsed on the floor once I was physically free, the girls in my group tending to me. I had a faint sense of Him hissing once again, chasing the guys away, jumping the railing, hearing the screams, the pounding on the walls as people tried to escape. Then my world became black.
I woke in the hospital before anyone realized I was awake. I didn’t open my eyes or stir, I just listened. I sensed rather than saw the nurse at my bedside and another at the foot. “Yeah, it’s the worse case of posthemorrhagic anemia that the doctor has ever seen. Seems she needed 3 pints before they had her stabilized.”
I heard her speak but I heard something else I had never noticed before… a thumping… no, two. Same beat… same rhythm…just not in sync. And their warmth… it called to me..I could feel how cold I was and needed to feel their warmth. A growing desire with their heart beats singing in my head. I could almost taste them… wanted to taste them. But just like that, they were gone. They had made their adjustments and they left.
It all came back to me in a flood. The house, my friends, that creature in the coffin, me. What had I done? What had I allowed to happen? This had to be a dream. These types of things only happen in novels. I knew if I just found my way back home, I’d find myself sleeping in my bed. This nightmare would end and I could enjoy it again as I wrote it down in my journal. I sat up quickly…big mistake.
The room spun, but I was on a mission. I took a piece of tape off of the IV stand and pulled the needle from my arm. But before I could place the tape over to help seal it, a little dripped out. not much, but enough. I was mesmerized again by the sight… the smell… how it would taste on my tongue…I shook it from my head then quickly put the tape over the wound.
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Ignoring my almost overwhelming need to taste, I refocused and made my way to the closet and put on my clothes. Since it was so late, there weren’t many on duty and those that were probably in other patient’s rooms. So I silently made my way down the corridor. But with each door I passed each individual heart called to me. I could smell the blood in the rooms of those who had wounds of some type.
I raced as fast as I could to put this place far behind me. This was crazy. I don’t drink blood. I’m just reacting to a very vivid dream. Yeah, that has to be it. That guy in the coffin had hypnotized me and I’m just following His story. Hey, that’s it! There’s nothing wrong. I’m not what He’s saying I am.
I started to feel really smug that I had finally figured it out. Very good trick. Very funny. I finally was the one who had had her socks scared off her! I made a mental note to let Him know somehow what a wonderful experience He’d given me. I made my way home. And since this was still a dream, it didn’t even bother me that I had no idea how I’d arrived.
I woke the next morning with my mom shaking me. “How in the world did you get home? You were so sick!”
I just laughed lightly and said “I’m just fine. Nothing that a little sleep couldn’t fix.”
“Well, I’m calling the doctor anyhow. You just stay in bed until I find out what He says.” and with that she left.
I sat up and made my way to the bathroom, giggling. I must’ve really been out of it when I came in. I had to remember to explain to her that the guy in the coffin had just had some fun with me. There was nothing to worry about. It had all been a dream and now I could write it down.
As I entered the bathroom and closed the door, my arm began to hurt. I looked down and found a piece of tape stuck right where an IV would have been placed. The movement of my head caused my neck to hurt and I brought my hand up to cover the spot. My mind began to reel as I began to realize the truth. I stood at the mirror and slowly lowered my hand, fearing and knowing what I would find there…. two large puncture wounds.
I was returned to the hospital until I had fully recovered. What fun that was rolling my eyes. I kept smelling blood and hearing other hearts, but it gradually lessened. Whatever the case, it wasn’t plaguing me any longer.
I can’t begin to describe how wonderful it is to be awakened in the middle of the night to take a sleeping pill. But, I knew they were only following doctor’s orders and he never was around. And, hey, I got to sleep in. Pretty dreamless sleep too. I didn’t know I’d ever come to long for another hospital stay.
That lasted a week. Then, it was back to my mom and dad’s. No way was I going to go to my apartment alone, by myself, without anyone there, alone (are you catching the theme?). I mean, I wasn’t buying into this vampire stuff I’d heard whispered outside my hospital room when they thought I was asleep.
But, that whole experience had me enough on edge I just couldn’t face not having someone nearby to help keep my sanity. Even as it was, every little noise I heard that seemed out of place caused me to almost jump right out of my skin.
When my nerves had finally settled enough, I returned home. Everything went along peacefully for a few days, but then the dreams started. The dreams… they were ok at first. Started out with a week if George Hamilton. You know “with you, never a quickie. Always a looooongie”… cute stuff, nothing scary.
Then Bella Lugosi followed… who can be scared of Him… creepy? Sure But scary? Nah!
Then Frank Langella… oh my… all the women in my family had a crush on him when I was young. He played Zorro early in his career. They’d show it on Saturday mornings when we were supposed to be cleaning house. We’d all stop to watch, drool running down our chins.
But in his role as Bram Stoker’s Dracula he was superb. I had memorized every movement, every line, every look. Those dreams were amazing. Some mornings I’d wake up with my hand between my legs.
But, about half-way through the week though, they began to change. Frank’s hair went from jet black to silver (which helped me understand my confusion). His eyes changed, His whole appearance changed into that man in the coffin. I began to relive that night in the haunted house. Going over every detail and enjoying it more and more.
Gradually, I wasn’t dreaming dreams of remembrance, but new and exciting situations where I’d once again give myself totally to Him. He never again latched onto my neck, but making love with Him still felt so much like the sweet surrender of that night. Afterwards, I’d lay beside Him and He’d send me into the most delicious trances.
Through those trances I learned about Him. His name was Aluka… He teased me about being so naive as to think that He was The Dracula. Yet, He was a creature of standing in His world. Through trance I became one with Him as He went out to feed.
I felt the thrill of the chase; the glorious exhilaration received from the almost palpable fear of the victim; the savored moment pausing, inhaling the odor, just before sinking the fangs deep into it’s throat; the sweet-salty flavor of the blood as it coursed from the vein into His/our mouth and the velvety texture as it slid down our throats. It was powerful, potent, heady stuff.
He even had me select a potential victim from time to time and explained in detail why that one would or would not be suitable. Fairly soon, I was selecting just the right one for just the right reason. I was even able to dissuade Him from one I found too young.
“There is no thrill to hunt with one so young, no sport,” I convinced Him.
He simply smiled at me as He relented and said “You’ll learn soon enough, young one.”
Those dreams felt so wonderful. I’d wake sated, sexually, mentally and emotionally. It was amazing to watch how my subconscious had taken such a small thing and created an entire new world for me. I looked forward to those dreams. I even went to bed early just to spend more time in this imaginary place.
One night I even skipped dinner just to have that extra time. When I was awake, I’d think about Him. My work suffered… I stopped seeing my friends and family…I became a recluse of sorts. But these dreams were everything for me. Pretty pathetic, I know.
But then (you knew there had to be a but there someplace) it changed.
I was so tired that one night, I could hardly keep moving to finish getting ready for bed. All I wanted to do was lay down, not even looking forward to dreaming. Just wanting desperately to sleep.
I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Deep, sweet rest. And when I dreamed, they returned to my average, dull yet pleasant places. Spending time with my family and friends. Spending time doing some of my favorite things… sitting with a tree (most people just say sitting under a tree), walking through a meadow listening to the brook. Peaceful, sweet dreams.
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Then it changed and I found myself outside that building, the one that had held the haunted house. I figured I’d go look around inside, see what I had missed my previous evening there.
Everything looked in shambles. Parts and pieces strewn all around, nothing particularly dismantled but worse, I began to have a sense of foreboding.
I carefully picked my way around the debris and soon found myself outside of that room. I felt a presence beyond the door but denied it could be Him. Yet I was compelled to look, I had to see the place where it had all began. I carefully turned the knob finding it unlocked, and walked inside.
Nothing had changed. The rail was still there, the props, the lighting still on, the music softly playing, and there, near the opposite side, stood that coffin. I did nothing, I simply stared transfixed hearing my heart pounding in my ears and finding it hard to breath.
I had just decided to quickly leave when the lid began to open just as it had that night. Aluka appeared, in much the same way as He had before, left His coffin and made His way to the center of the room. His eyes still looked as I remembered, but they didn’t captivate me. I found it easy to look away, eyeing both doors trying to decide which would be my best exit for escape.
Just as I started to turn, He called, “Wait, my dear. Let us speak first.”
Every fiber of my being was telling me to flee, not just run, out of that room. But there was that little imp inside, wanting desperately to find out just what it was He wanted to say. After all, I was safe since this was only a dream.
So, I stopped right there. “Alright, let’s talk.” I said.
“Then come closer, for what I have to say is for you only.” came His reply.
I firmly shook my head, “No, there’s no one else here, and I can hear you fine from where you are. What did you want to say?”
He started, “It’s time for you to make your decision. You’ve learned of me, of my life. You’ve enjoyed my pleasures. Now, choose.”
The enormity of what He said hit me. I finally and completely understood.
All that time dreaming hadn’t been simply dreams. I had been with Him, talked with Him, learned about Him. I was with Him when He feasted. I knew what He wanted. He wanted me to come to Him, to be His, of my own volition. Not seduced or tricked, but with eyes wide open knowingly and without reserve.
I simply panicked and ran from Him and that room as fast as I could.
As I headed through the halls I realized I had no idea where I was going. Each turn looked the same as the last and I found myself getting more and more lost. I finally found an alcove and hid myself within it drawing trash and debris in front of the opening and pulling as far back into the shadows as far as I could.
But, in the ensuing silence I heard it… my heart… thumping wildly… and my breathing… heavy but quick. They were acting just like homing beacons leading Him directly to where I hid. I frantically looked for a way of escape.
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. This was a dream, it was only a dream and if I couldn’t find my way out of it, I could take control of it. I’d been practicing it for years.
When a dream turns bad, just look at your hands–and just the sight of them will give you automatic control back to a more pleasant experience Alright, something that would work at least.
I leaned back against the wall and caught my breath calming myself, then started raising my arms. I thought I’d get a faster look by lowering my eyes, but found suddenly that my head felt strapped to the wall behind me. I couldn’t tilt my head even a bit.
Ok, that’s clever, I had to hand it to my subconscious. But I could still raise my arms far enough to bring my hands into view So, I continued lifting them higher and higher.
It only dawned on me when I could see my forearms, that my hands were gone. Not removed, gone. My arms stopped at my wrists. I screamed as panic hit me again and I was off running, determined to find my way out of this place.
I kept finding what I thought were new corridors, but they all began to look the same. And down each hallway I chose, Aluka was standing there, waiting for me. I couldn’t shake Him. He didn’t give chase, but just stood there patiently as if He were still waiting for my answer. And each time I fled from Him. Faster, farther, trying to escape when I finally realized there was none. I was running from what I truly desired no matter how frightened I may have been of it.
I stopped where I was… stood there with my hand on my knees, gasping for breath. I wanted this. This futile exercise was only to assuage the guilt… so I could say I tried to get away, tried my best, but He “caught” me in the end. But, I had to face the truth. I wanted this more than anything I’d ever wanted before.
That’s when I sensed Him.
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