Round One

Johnny had been on the road for a while travelling to different training facilities. He was looking to fight the best America had to offer, and to maybe pick up some moves he hadn’t seen before. He ended up in a MMA gym outside of St Louis. There were a bunch of the usual types there, guys who washed out of sports so they decided to beat the shit out of each other as a career plan. There were a few that looked like they were maybe worth sparring with, but none worth really fighting. After an hour he had humiliated all of the alpha dogs in the gym. 

He spent the next half hour practicing kicks on the heavy bags. His thunderous strikes scared away any other fighters who thought they could take him on. All the other fighters except for one he hadn’t noticed. “I’ll fight you” said a sake-smooth voice from behind him. Johnny was 6’4 and all muscle. He wasn’t expecting to look into the beautiful big brown eyes of a woman almost as tall as he was. She looked to be Asian and her looks temporarily threw him off. He stared dumbly while she smirked at him. “I, uh, I don’t think you actually want that…”

“Jaya. I’m Jaya and I think I can beat you” she smiled sweetly. She was wearing a traditional karate gi with a black belt, so he couldn’t see her shape. She seemed big and strong though, which only turned him on. “I’m not going to fight her though, that’s just silly” he thought. “I’m not going to fight you,” Johnny said, “that’d be silly. I’m sure you’re a great fighter but you’re a woman and none of these guys could even touch me. Jaya laughed and put her hair into a ponytail, “well we have that in common.” She took up her fighting stance. “I bet I can make you try and hit me.” Johnny wasn’t sure what was going to happen mostly because he couldn’t stop staring at how her hips filled out her gi. 

WHAP! Jaya hit Johnny with a low kick to his left thigh. All of the guys in the gym winced; some of them had obviously experienced that kick before. Johnny did not wince, but he did register that was the hardest kick he had taken today. “Look that was good but…” Whap! Whap! She kicked him two more times and then did a spinning kick to his midsection. “Goddamn” she thought, “his stomach is like a brick wall.” She found herself getting excited since she hadn’t fought a guy who could take her kicks in some time. “\Johnny put up his hands as if surrendering “damn girl you kick like a horse! But I’m still not going to fight you.” Jaya moved in quickly under his guard and gave him three hard punches where she kicked him. She apparently was trying to break a hole through his abs. “Come on feel it you ass, feel it!”

Johnny was starting to feel it, and he was starting to get annoyed. Strong as he was he did not enjoy just getting beat on. “Okay that’s about enough, lady…” She hit him with a palm strike to the face and Johnny decided to act. Before she could withdraw her arm he grabbed her intending to do a Judo style hip toss. He was successful except for the throwing her part. When he realized there was no thump he noticed that he was only holding the jacket of her gi. Jaya had slipped out of it before he could get leverage and now had his whole back to her. She punched him as hard as she could in his left kidney, and then threw the hardest roundhouse kick she had ever mustered. Johnny turned into it and caught her heel right in the teeth. He was momentarily staggered. He was also now angry and decided to take this fight seriously. He was, again, thrown off because he saw that she was only in her sports bra and pants now. Her tits were sweaty and invitingly squeezed together. “Later” Johnny thought. When he decided to fight her he also decided that he had to fuck this woman; there’s no way she could fight like this and be disappointing in bed. He was fast and rushed her before she could recover from the kick. She was off balance with her leg in the air. Johnny caught her and scooped her up over her head. Jaya had never been lifted up so easily and did not like how she expected to land. Johnny spun her over his head and drove her back first into the mat. Jaya felt all the air rush from her body and yelped in pain. Johnny thought he got the force of the slam right, not enough to hurt her but enough to take the fight out of her. 

He walked over to her and offered his hand. She was red and breathing hard; Johnny had to remind himself that he was wearing fighting shorts and getting a hard on right now would be highly indecent. His gesture was not met with equal kindness however as Jaya swept his feet knocking him to the ground. Showing off her own quickness, she scrambled over him, locking her legs around his right arm and pulling back as hard as she could, a classic armbar. It’s not strictly speaking a karate move but at this point Jaya was angry and desperate. “I’ll rip your arm out of your socket motherfucker!” Johnny felt her true strength now as she pulled his right wrist down and used her thighs to pull his shoulder in another direction. She ripped at him like a shark into a surfer. Johnny was in pain but he, again, was trying not to get turned on. He could now feel how thick and powerful her thighs were, and all he could think of was having them wrapped around him in other ways. “Focus stupid” he thought to himself. Johnny braced himself with his legs and free arm and used all his strength to curl his right arm. Jaya, and all in attendance were shocked to see Johnny overpower basically Jaya’s whole body with one arm. He grunted and lifted her whole body off of the mat with one arm, then yelled and slammed her down again.

This time she couldn’t rally, and released the hold. Jaya rolled on her side, gasping and panting. Johnny too was on his back. That really was way more of a fight than he was expecting, and he was genuinely grateful for the workout. But also he wanted to fuck her more than he had any woman. Well, any woman that week. He rolled over to face her. “Have you, have you had enough?” Jaya nodded yes. “Wanna have dinner later tonight?” She nodded again. It was the most she could move at the moment. “I’ll give you my number, but I’m just, I’m just gonna, just gonna lay here for a minute.” Johnny nodded, the exertion he had been though just hitting him “Yeah. Yeah me too.”

***

Johnny arrived at Jaya’s place at 8. He was wearing a tight blue shirt and jeans. He wore his nicest shoes just so that he didn’t look too informal. “She doesn’t seem like a high maintenance girl but I should at least look like I tried a little.” He made sure that he smelled good though, that always goes a long way. He rang the bell and as she opened the door he was hit as hard by her looks as her kicks. She wore a simple black and white blouse that hugged her chest perfectly. She too was wearing jeans, but tight ones that showed her surprisingly big butt and legs that seemed to be at least 7 feet long. He knew he was going to enjoy this. 

Jaya was as fun to talk to as she was to fight. Turns out she had been fighting since she was little and got her black belt at 18. She used to be very self conscious about being bigger than some guys but when she realized that meant that she could take care of herself if any guy tried something on her she found a well of confidence she didn’t know she had. “I was shy in high school, but when I realized I was tall, curvy, strong AND hot, it was pretty much over for the other girls at my college. The guys who weren’t intimidated were all over me, but I really wasn’t interested in most of them. I developed a kind of Red Sonja if you can beat me you could have me kind of mentality.” Jaya kinda looked off while she talked, remembering her college days. Johnny was listening, which was rare for him, but he couldn't stop staring at her legs and how they seemed to go on forever.

“So I beat you, what do I get?” She leaned over to him, “this.” She began to kiss him, slowly and forcefully. She loved how he smelled and tasted. Johnny reciprocated, sucking her tongue between his lips. She thought his lips were big and soft, he thought her tongue was long and skillful. She wasn’t wearing a bra and it showed quickly. They made out like teenagers for a long time, his hands roaming roughly over her breasts but lightly over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. They finally parted lips, gasping. “That was intense” Jaya said. “It gets better” Johnny replied. He unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand inside. She was soaked and Johnny was pleased she was into this as much as he was. He was so hard he thought his pants were going to rip. Jaya sensed his predicament and unbuttoned his jeans. Her eyes grew wide and for a brief second she panicked at the size of it. She bit his neck and ran both hands up and down his hardness. His dick was wet at the tip, and she was glad that he was as turned on as she was.

Johnny quickly found her clit and slowly rubbed it in circles. Then he put it between his index and middle finger and rubbed up and down. Jaya gasped and bit his neck even harder. It had been ages since she had been with a guy who understood the concept of foreplay. “Lick me” she gasped into his ear, “please.” Well how could he deny such a polite request? Johnny practically tore Jaya’s jeans and panties off, finally getting to what he’d been obsessed with all day. He pulled her to the edge of the couch and put her legs over his shoulders. He kissed his way up one leg and down the other, teasing her pussy but not kissing it, not yet. He lightly bit and sucked on her meaty thighs, gorging himself like he needed her thighs to live. When he was done and had left light hickeys all over her legs, he plunged into her soaked pussy, sucking up all her juices and wrapping his lips around her clit, much like he had done to her tongue. He sucked it between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. Jaya could hardly breathe it felt so good. She grabbed his head and ground her mound against his face, getting her juices all over him. He didn’t mind of course; in response he slid a finger inside her and did the “come here” motion, finding her g-spot and stroking it while he licked her. This combo attack was like nothing she had experienced, and Jaya came with a shout, locking her thighs together in a vice grip. Johnny was caught as surely as he had been earlier. Her powerful legs cut off his blood flow, and he was concerned that he might black out before she came down. Her grip loosened before darkness overtook him, and he gulped air as she caught her breath. “Sorry” she panted” that was amazing. Fuking amazing.” Johnny sat back on his heels, panting as well. “Yeah. I’m kind of the best.” 

“I’m pretty good too.” Jaya threw off her top and arched her back, letting Johnny really take in how magnificent her tits were, topped by hard pink nipples. He wanted them in his mouth but she had other plans. She pushed him onto his back and got down on top of him. She ran her nails up and down his chest, leaving long scratches. She made sure that her long, silky black hair and her nipples trailed against his chest as well. She teased him with the different sensations of pain and pleasure. She gradually pulled off his jeans and underwear, marvelling at the size of his cock. She wasted no more time though, and started to lick his shaft up and down on all sides, getting it nice and wet. She held it with her right hand and rolled his balls around in her left. They were shaved and smooth, and she wondered what they’d feel like in her mouth. Johnny’s heart skipped a beat as he felt Jaya licking and sucking his balls while still stroking him. She was very good at multitasking.

She then went on to the main course. Jaya took half his length in one fulp. She sloppily sucked half of his 12 inches filling the room with the sounds of her cocksucking. She used both hands to stroke him as she slurped up and down, going deeper with every minute. Johnny sat up on his elbows but all he could see her her inky black hair flying about as her head bobbed up and down with vigor. She kept up that pace for 10 minutes. Johnny was in heaven but he wanted more. He gently touched her face and pulled it to his, kissing her more gently before. She kissed him back, her hair falling around them like a private curtain. “Lay on me” he said. Jaya blushed, suddenly conscious of her weight, “I don’t like being on top…” Johnny stroked her cheek and said “look at me babe, I’m a real man, and you’re a little girl to me. I can take it.” Jaya thought for a second and then layed her full weight on him. Johnny loved the feeling, she was like a weighted blanket with tits. The cuddling was short lived though as Jaya slowly moved up his body and ground her pussy on his cock. She was so wet that it slid in basically on it’s own. Jaya growled like a wolf, feeling full and stretched. She rode him, slowly at first, then faster as passion overtook her.

She soon forgot all her self consciousness and rode him as hard as she fought him. Her hair and breasts jumped up and down as she fucked herself hard. Johnny grabbed her hips to try to get some control but it was useless, Her mind was somewhere else and there was no way he was going to interrupt her. She was now fucking him full force, which felt like heaven but was also quickly bringing him to an orgasm he didn’t want to happen yet. “Jaya, Jaya babe I’m going to cum!” She leaned forward and dug her nails into his chest. “Hold on, please hold on I’m… almost...AAAHHHH!!!” Jaya came hard, locking him in her thighs again and biting him hard on the shoulder. Her pussy clamped down on his dick with such force he didn’t know if he could jizz if he wanted to. After a full minute her whole body relaxed like a switch had been flipped, she reluctantly released her mount and slid down his chest until her face was even with his dick again. Without using her hands she popped his stone hard muscle into her mouth and sucked him slowly and gently. The change in sensations from when she was fucking him brought to the edge quickly. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” Jaya just moaned with him in her mouth, “mmmm hmmmm, mmm hmmm…” The moaning with the sucking pushed him over the edge and he came hard, blowing thick streams of cum into her eager mouth. Jaya swallowed dutifully, not letting a single drop spill. 

Jaya sat on her heels and looked down at Johnny’s half dead form. “I think this means I win.” Johnny tried to focus on her but his vision was blurry from the orgasm. “Oh you just wait until I regain the feeling in my legs, you’re in trouble.” Jaya giggled girlishly and sat on the couch, crossing those endless legs. “Yeah champ, you just let me know when you’re ready.” Johnny rolled on his side and crawled to Jaya’s feet. A part of her she didn’t know existed thrilled at seeing him at her knees before her. He spread her legs, again kissing her things as he pushed them nearly above her head. He just couldn’t believe how soft her skin was in contrast to how right her muscles were. He nearly folded her in half as he aimed his achingly stiff staff at her still soaked hole. He eased himself in for 3 strokes then went all in, hitting bottom. It was Jaya’s turn to search for air, as he felt like he was poking her stomach. He positioned himself right on top of her and started drilling downward, fucking her as hard and fast as she had fucked him. Jaya was dizzy; this wasn’t love making, she had never been Fucked with a capital F like this before. The sound of his hips slapping against her sounded like applause; Johnny had a look of grim determination on his face as he was determined to make this girl finally admit defeat. 

After 10 minutes of folding her he dropped her left leg and sat up. He had her right leg pointing straight in the air and used her leg as leverage to pull himself into her even harder. Jaya considered asking for mercy as the sensations were almost too much to bear until she felt every cell in her body start to boil. A full body tidal wave overtook her and she blacked out from her climax. She woke up a few minutes after, laying in Johnny’s lap. He was running his fingers through her hair and had a very satisfied grin on his face. “You ok buttercup? Thought I lost you for a minute.” She stretched lazily and looked up at him. She noticed his softening cock was near her face. “Did you get off this time?” Johnny shook his head no, “I got worried when you stopped responding'' he chuckled. “It’s ok, I think you got the point.” Jaya turned over towards him and started kissing his meat. “No that’s not fair, I want you to have fun too.” Johnny ran his hand over her hips, enjoying her curves. Her skin was pale but flawless. She was bruised in places but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, he thought. Plus some of it was probably from the fight earlier. “Here, let me up.”

Johnny stood up and took hold of Jaya’s thighs, easily pulling towards a wider part of the couch. She still couldn’t believe how easily he manhandled her and it turned her on more than she had expected. He began to ride her again, but differently than before. He lay down on her, staring her right in the eyes as he slowly slipped inside her. She wrapped her legs around his and sighed as their bodies fit together so comfortably, every part of her touching some part of him. With every thrust he pulled out almost all the way then firmly but deliberately buried himself fully into her. He then put his face into her neck, sucking sweetly while he wrapped his huge strong arms around her. She had never felt so small and safe. This was screwing she thought, and she loved it. They fucked this way for what seemed like hours. Eventually he sped up his pace to what could be called a trot. They both moaned and groaned loudly now, no longer having to announce that they were reaching their respective peaks. “Cum in me Johnny, it's ok, cum in me, please.” Johnny was too far gone to respond this time. He knew that this was going to be a violently strong orgasm. His cock swelled as her vagina contracted, driving them both towards their inevitable apex. Soon Jaya gasped and stopped breathing, Her pussy trembled around Johnny and he again started to blast into her 3, 4, 5 times. Jaya let out a short scream and began to shake and tremble full body this time. She pulled Johnny to her with her arms and legs, hoping that she could share the physical joy she felt with him. Johnny clutched her closer, pushing himself into her as far as he could go. This time it took both of them a good while to come down. 

Johnny rolled off of her, sweaty and exhausted. She rolled over too, to let him spoon her. They both fell asleep immediately. In the morning Johnny was somehow on the floor and Jaya was spread out over the couch. “Sorry” she said, “I’m a violent sleeper.” Johnny sat up, bleary eyed. “It’s ok, I could have slept on a railroad spike as spent as I was last night.” He got up to kiss her and brush some stray hairs out of her face. “So I won the fight, who won the fucking?” Jaya laughed, threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. “I think we both won right? Let’s call it a draw,” Johnny kissed her back and said “let’s call it round one.”

The Good Student part 3

Two weeks later, I called Jen. I had been calling Christine every other day, but she never returned my calls. I started to get worried when Jen said she hadn’t heard from Christine either; from what Jen had told me, Christine definitely wasn’t the type to do what the three of us had done a few nights ago, and I was afraid that she was experiencing some severe regrets. I wanted to do something to rectify the situation, but I really didn’t know where to start.

That night as I sat in my apartment pondering this very subject, my phone rang, and it was Christine. She had one of those voices that made everything better. Her voice reached down into my soul and extinguished all of the anxiety I had ever had about anything. She had a voice that could sooth a rabid dog, calm a rampaging elephant. I didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t have much to say. "Don’t talk," she began, "if you are serious about wanting to see me again, pick me up tomorrow night at 8. We are going out. If you agree, say yes." I was a bit taken aback by her directness, but as the theme of this month already seemed to be “John Dominated by Asian Girls,” I quickly answered "yes." She said "Good. Dress like an adult. You’re taking me to Nova Terra. If you ever, EVER want to experience what you experienced two weeks ago again, you’re going to have to show me that you can treat me like a lady. I say this because, despite my first impression, that is what I am. Is that clear?" Again, I acquiesced. "I’ll be there at 8." As she hung up on me, I pondered this new turn of events; it seemed she wanted a date, a real romantic date. I spent the next 24 hours planning ways to romance the shit out of her.

***

I showed up at her dorm on Livingston promptly at 8 pm in my big Black Mustang, and opened the door for her. She looked absolutely ravishing in a gold and white dress with matching white heels that appeared to be Monolos and a white Chanel bag. This girl really knew how to dress--a trait that I appreciated. She smiled as I held the door for her, "I see you got my point, thank you sir.” As she went to sit down, she noticed the dozen roses on the passenger seat and picked them up. I closed the door and ran around to my side, thanking God that she looked before plopping her ass down on the big bundle of thorns sitting there. That would have been decidedly un-romantic. I got in and gunned the engine; horsepower impresses everyone, men and women. She fidgeted a little from the vibration, "The flowers are nice, if a little generic. At least they’re fresh." I could tell she wasn’t grading tonight on a curve, I’d have to be on my "A" game if I ever planned to get in her pants again. "So," I started, "what made you decide to give me a chance?" She gazed out the window and said, "I was a little ashamed of what I did with you and Jen; like I said, I really am not that kind of girl. But I have come to the decision that that kind of girl is inside of me somewhere, and you brought her out of me. And I liked it." As she said the last part, she looked at me and smiled a small smile, which made me feel all warm inside, like when you have the first shot of whiskey for the evening. "Who you saw that night was not me, not really. I usually am very picky about who I date, and I decided that you have to win me, earn the chance to be with me on a regular basis. You see what some of the perks are to being with me. I am not usually so forward, but I think the time to be coy has passed. You made the effort to call, so I think you have shown that you may be serious about wanting to see me. I had to know for sure."

As she spoke I was pleased to see she was starting to blush. "Yes, I did want to see you. I wanted to see you that night and the next morning and every minute between then and now." I was gushing, definitely not my usual style; the cool, smooth seducer I usually am, was nowhere to be found. I found myself surprisingly emotionally naked before this woman. Fortunately, we pulled up to Nova Terra before I could embarrass myself further.

The valet opened Christine’s door and gave her a look that sparked a rarely felt emotion in me: jealousy. Sure, people stare at the women I date, they’re all model quality, but I usually don’t care. But that night, for some reason, I felt this powerful urge to not have him staring at my girl. I shot the valet a look that inferred a swift and blindingly painful demise if he even thought about looking at my date that way again. I had a lot of those looks; they come in handy when one is a superhero. He got my meaning immediately, and shuffled off to park my car. I ran over and opened the door for Christine, "Sorry, I just had to take care of something." She looked at me and giggled, “Yeah, I saw that. Try not to murder the bartender if he looks at me funny, OK?"

She was right; I was coming off like a hyper-testosteroned 16 year-old football jock protecting his cheerleader girlfriend. But damn, she looked fine tonight. Christine held my arm as I ordered a table for two, and we went to the bar to wait. I ordered a Malibu Bay Breeze for her (when ordering for women, you can’t go wrong with a Bay Breeze or vodka/cran) and a gin and tonic for myself. "How did you know I like Bay Breezes?" she asked. "I don’t know, lucky guess. So I didn’t mention it yet, but you look absolutely gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink and replied "First of all, thank you, and second of all, if I’m so gorgeous, why haven’t you noticed me before? Two weeks ago wasn’t the first time we had met you know." “That can’t be right,” I thought. I studied her face and searched my memory. Slowly my mind found several images of her from my past : When Jen first caught my eye, Christine was right next to her. And she was also a physical therapist for the football team! I had seen her lots of times at practice, why had I never noticed before?

“Oh my god, you’re one of the team trainers aren’t you?” She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "For the last three years, I’ve even worked on you from time to time, even though you never seemed to get hurt. In fact, I don’t think I even once…" "Oh look, our table is ready," I interrupted. I tried to fake injuries every now and then in order to hide my secret identity, but the physical therapists would definitely be able to know for sure whether I was hurt or not. In any case, I thought it a good idea to cover up a lie with some well-timed but damaging truth. I stalled for time, pulling out her chair for her, and looking over the menus. Eventually I said, "To be honest, I never noticed you; you weren’t my type of girl." I quickly added, "You aren’t a slut, and you have class. Most of my time here, I have been chasing the easy girls, the shallow girls, the ones who I absolutely know that I can sleep with without a problem. But you were not and are not that type of girl. I knew just from glancing at you that you were intelligent, that you had class, and that you carried yourself with a certain amount of respect. I was not used to girls like you, and I had no idea how to even approach a girl… woman such as yourself.”

Her eyes perked up a little and she said with a smile, "So what you’re saying is that I was too good for you?" Relieved that I had lessened the tension, I said "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve never been with a respectable woman before, and I had no idea how to even begin to try and romance one." I guess that was an acceptable answer, because Christine visibly relaxed, but then quickly looked me right in the eye and said "Do you know how to romance a respectable woman now?" To be honest, it was a question I had been asking myself since yesterday. Her large brown eyes transfixed me. They were amazingly elegant and alluring, shining with strength and intelligence; I couldn’t bullshit this woman if my life was on the line. I didn’t want her to know that I doubted myself though, so with all of the fake confidence I could muster, I said "That’s for you to decide, now isn’t it? But I think the answer will be yes."

***

Dinner went uneventfully, and we both seemed to enjoy the conversation. Turns out that she isn’t a certified physical therapist yet, but that’s what her eventual goal is. Right now she’s just doing what she can to get experience for when she applies to grad school.

The more we talked, the more beautiful she became. I gave her all of the signs that I was paying attention, being a good listener is very important to women, but all the time I was cursing myself for not noticing her sooner. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how wonderful it could be to have an actual real conversation with a girl for the purpose of learning information, and not just to talk her into having sex with me. I was learning that a woman could actually be more than a sex object. Look, I’m a 20 year-old male, don’t judge me--it takes most guys decades to figure out that women are good for more than just sex.

I did all of the gentlemanly things: I ordered for her, I didn’t eat like a huge ravenous monster, I put my napkin in my lap, kept my elbows off of the table, in short, I tried to show her that I wasn’t raised by wild pigs. It seemed to impress her, because I am certain that she noticed. I don’t think that I used the right fork for my salad, but I don’t think she was grading that closely… I hope.
When we were finished eating, they cleared a space for dancing and started to play some salsa. "Oh," I said, "do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer, I dragged her to the dance floor." “But Johnny, I don’t know how to salsa, I’m really not that great a dancer." "It’s OK babe," I said, "just follow my lead."
I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me. I guided Christine across the floor effortlessly; she wasn’t as bad as she said she was. Either that, or she was an incredibly fast learner. When I spun her, she spun, when I dipped her, she dipped. I had never achieved such synergy with someone the first time dancing such a complicated dance. She was light on her feet and very comfortable in her own skin. After a few songs she started to anticipate where I was going, and our bodies moved as one. The more we danced, little beads of sweat began to form on her chest and trickle down her breasts; an incredibly erotic sight. In fact, the whole thing was turning me on a lot considering that her ass wasn't grinding against my crotch like most of the stripper wanna-be's I danced with. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling, she was concentrating too hard on keeping up with me. She looked like she was having fun, and the closer we became the more I would touch her. It was the most subtle seduction I had ever attempted.

A caress there, a brush here, and every now and then my hand would graze her breast or drift across her stomach, lingering every so briefly on her curvaceous hips. To my surprise, I noticed that it actually seemed to be working. By bits and degrees she seemed to be getting turned on. Christine's breath came faster and faster, and it wasn’t from the dancing. Who knew that not being an overbearing jerk could actually win you a woman; more importantly, who knew I had the ability to not be an overbearing jerk? This girl was teaching me more about myself in one night than I had learned in the last year. As I was lost in revelry, I hadn’t noticed that my body was on auto-pilot, and was running Christine ragged. I gathered her up and took her back to the bar. "I’m sorry," I said, “I get kind of carried away when I’m dancing. You are great by the way, you really underestimate yourself." I ordered her water, which she drank immediately. "I don’t know, I felt like you were doing all of the work."
"Oh, I was" I said, " when I dance with someone less experienced than me, I lead as much as possible as a reflex. When you learn more steps, I’ll be an afterthought. You’ll be the star of the dance floor, you know, assuming that we have a second date." She dabbed some sweat off of her head, around her neck, and then down her chest. I couldn’t help but stare every bit of the way. "Well, right now it’s looking like a distinct possibility. I’ve never danced like that before, and I want to do it again, after I’ve had some time to practice. I just wanna say thank you Johnny, I really like having new experiences like this." She hugged my arm and nuzzled against me like she always wanted to be right were she was right now; eliciting a strange emotional response from me something akin to what I’ve heard called "Love?" "Hm? What did you say?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Hey why don’t we get out of here, I know somewhere we can go." We went to the door where my car was waiting. I quickly inspected it for scratches, and just for fun, shot the attendant yet another glance that I’m certain brought him to the edge of complete pants-wetting.. I looked at Christine to find that she was suppressing a smirk. “You like it when I scare people, don’t you?” She straightened her face out and lied “No, that is wrong, and you should stop... eventually..”

The valet attempted to open the door for her, but I looked him off and opened the door myself. This time I definitely saw her giggle. We took off down rt 18, speeding all the way. I didn’t have to worry about cops because my best friend Melissa radar-proofed my Mustang. Christine didn’t know that but she was surprisingly calm as I aggressively wove through the ever-present traffic in East Brunswick. "I hope the way I drive doesn’t bother you", I said full well knowing that I wanted to see how she’d take my driving, “I tend to speed." She reclined leisurely in my comfortable leather seat crossing her deliciously golden and toned legs, "No, actually I like it. It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time, like being in an action movie. Besides, I trust you." She likes the way I drive! I was giddy; very few girls could stand the way I drove when I drove the way I wanted to. The concept of a woman “trusting” me was quite foreign; I had no idea what a woman meant when she said she trusted a guy. I’d have to ask Melissa about that tomorrow. "Where are we going anyway? It’s the middle of the night and all the bars are closed. We already ate so we can’t be going to a diner." I could tell that all of the Bay Breezes were starting to kick in as her face took on a nice rosy red flush. She took her heels off and put her feet on my dashboard. Hm, cute toes.

"We are going to the beach.”

"Really", she said, "but it’s the middle of the night. People don’t go to the beach at night."

"Exactly."

Twenty minutes later we were walking in the sand at Long Branch Beach. I carried her so that 1. she didn’t have to put her heels back on and 2. the alcohol really started hitting her on the way down and she was having trouble walking on sand. I sat us down on one of the dunes next to the water, and she sat in my lap. I held her close as we gazed out into the deep blue darkness of the Atlantic Ocean at night, and we just talked. We talked about everything; school, physical therapy (her job), sports (my job), money, our families, our past, our future… everything. I had never been on a date that lasted this long where I wasn’t having sex with the girl by now, and I did not care. Apparently there are types of gratifying intercourse other than sexual. I had never felt so relaxed and at ease in my life, and the feeling seemed to be mutual as I looked down and noticed she had fallen asleep in my lap like a little kitten. As I ran my fingers through her jet-black hair, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, to mark it down in permanent ink in my consciousness. It is moments like these that sustain me when life is literally exploding around me and everything is chaos and pain. These quiet times with people who really mean something to me, this is the meaning of life. Right now, my existence was summed up in this dream of a woman who slept like an Angel in my lap. I thought maybe 5 minutes had passed, but when I opened my eyes again the sun was up.

"Christine, Chris wake up, we fell asleep." She slowly came to and looked at the sun coming up over the waves. "Mmmm it’s beautiful." “Come on honey, it’s time to go home." I gathered her up again and carried her back to the car. She looked like a little Asian angel in my passenger seat, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. When we got back to Livingston I gently nudged her awake. “Chris babe, you’re home.” I walked her to her door and suddenly realized that I was not automatically invited in. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said, “Johnny, I had a wonderful night. You are hereby invited to call me later today for a second date.” She smiled a smile brighter than the rapidly rising sun. “OK, that’s cool. But do I get a good night, er, good morning kiss?”

Her answer was not with words, but with the slowest, most seductive, gentle, kiss I had ever had, or have had since. It was deceptive, for somewhere in her kiss there was a hint of the Tiger I had experienced two weeks ago. I can’t imagine that was an accident, I think maybe she wanted to remind me what my reward for good behavior could be. "Good night Johnny.” I watched her as she walked up the stairs inside until she was out of sight. I focused on her walk; she had been out all night, I danced her ragged, then we slept on the beach, and she still managed to walk like a supermodel; in heels no less. I took a deep breath and headed back to my car, her kiss leaving me more hung-over than any vodka ever could. Her scent lingered in my car, and every time I inhaled thoughts of her filled my head yet again. That’s how my first lesson in dating a respectable girl went. I decided that if all of my lessons were going to be like this, then I would be her best student from now on.

Making Adjustments part 2

Lee Smith was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was one of the few stock brokers on Wall Street who wasn’t universally hated for robbing the general public of their money. On the contrary, he had seen the writing on the wall early, and cleaned up his act way before his colleagues did. When the mobs came and guillotined his co-workers in Times Square, Lee found himself looking like one of the good guys. He had cut ties to Bernie Madoff way before Madoff dragged himself and everyone around down with him. Lee was good at seeing the train coming down the tracks, and he was always smart enough to get out of the way. This was one of the traits he tried to instill most in his son Gunnar. He loved his son, but Gunnar was woefully unprepared for what he couldn’t see coming. He never handled change well, and the unexpected usually took him completely by surprise.

Consequently, he knew very well that his son and his son’s dancing partner were going to have troubles this year. He knew that Shaylbeigh, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, was developing, and that there was nothing she could do about it, it was simply the effects of the passage of time. He also knew that his son, who was generally very intelligent, would be caught completely off guard by Shayl’s development. He also recognized that this would cause friction, tension, and dissension in his camp. Having once been a horny young man himself, he was pretty sure he knew where all of this would leave. So when he waited for the night when Gunnar and Shayl to have a late practice, he knew that the night he was waiting for had come.

“You didn’t expect the two of you to get better without your stalwart coach’s leadership did you?” Lee looked at his team and smiled, while undoing his tie. Shayl and Gunnar, on the other hand, could not have been more mortified. They were both stark naked and on display in front of their Coach (and Father!) This was worse than being caught, because there was no way to possibly cover themselves. What was even stranger was how cavalierly their Coach seemed to be responding to the situation. Gunnar stammered and stuttered his embarrassment to his father, “Dad, what are you, I can’t… this isn’t…” Shaylbeigh, for her part, couldn’t have cared less. They were obviously caught, and she wasn’t about to let a little exposure harsh her buzz. She was still riding the tiny waves of pleasure that her orgasm had produced, and thought it best to sit back and enjoy herself.

“Bon jour Couch Smith. Gunnar and I thought that putting in some extra time together would help improve our performance. And your son is an excellent performer.” She smiled a lustily satisfied smile and stroked the inside of her coaches thigh. Gunnar’s penis had retreated like a French soldier in the face of his shame, but Shaylbeigh was far from being done. The tiny reverberations of pleasure seemed to trigger more more yearnings between her legs, and she figured if she had already gone and fucked her partner, why stop here? The only person she trusted more in the world was her Coach.

“You’re right, it was so rude of us to not include you. Can I make it up to you now?” Lee had his shirt off and was reaching to undo his pants. He had been painfully erect for the last 20 minutes, watching his son fuck his protege, and it was high time he had some relief. “Oh yes Shayl, you can.” His cocked leapt from his pants and landed with a *plop* on her nose. Shayl craned her head backwards and sucked as much of his cock down her throat as she could. She wasn’t nearly the sex kitten that she portrayed to the media, but she found that she was quite the fast learner when it came to cock-sucking. She sat up on her elbows so that she could take more of him into her mouth, and worked her head back and forth. Lee had plenty of blow-jobs in his life, but this amateur was working like a professional. Luckily for him she never learned how to use her hands, so he was definitely getting the hands-free head he had always dreamed of. Shayl’s nipples were extra-hard again, and Lee found himself salivating at the sight of her delicious pussy.

“Hey boy, make yourself useful and eat our little Shayl’s pussy? You should know by now to never let a girls clit go unattended.” Gunnar had never heard his father talk like this. Then again, he had never seen his dad get a blowjob from his ice dancing partner before, so this was just a day full of firsts for him. Eventually his mind came around to the same conclusion that Shaybeigh’s did, and he bent forward on the bench and sank his tongue as far into his partner’s juices as he could. Shaylbeigh jumped and nearly hurt herself; she was in an incredibly awkward position. Her neck and back were strained backwards, her throat full of dick, and her entire weight rested on her ass as she wrapped her legs around Gunnar’s head. If she wasn’t used to be twisted around so much she might have been uncomfortable. She was also enjoying the fact that she was getting pleased at both ends, but it did occur to her that there were better ways of doing this. She carefully extracted the many inches of penis from her throat and said “For a Coach you are not doing a very bad job of directing.” Lee got the point and said “You’re right, there are more comfortable places we could be doing this. You two throw something on and follow me.”

The trio went up the elevator to the executive offices of the practice rink. Because of Lee’s donations it was overly posh for a practice rink office, but this is exactly the reason Lee had the place upgraded. He dropped his pants again, and Shayl beamed at the sight of his 10 inch rod. She had her silky robe on again, but now was wearing nothing but her heels. Gunnar was behind her, holding her hand. She performed a slow striptease for them and then took charge of the situation once again. “Now, do my two big strong men want to make me happy tonight? Go sit on opposite ends of the couch.” The Smiths did as she said and sat naked on each side of the couch. The voice screaming in his head that it was very wrong for him to have a threesome with his Father and his Partner was quickly drowned out by the even more impressive longing his cock had to return to Shayl’s pussy. Everything Gunnar had trained himself to be at this point in his life rebelled against the way Shayl had total control now over his body and mind… and he just didn’t care. He did still feel weird that he was sitting but a few feet away from his naked father, but Shayl solved that problem quickly.

“Now tonight, and if we ever do this again, you both understand that I am the one who makes the rules, and you are the ones who obey them yes?” The Smith men nodded their heads childishly, like kids who are anxiously behaving in order to get an extra cookie after dinner. “Good”, Shayl said, and an evil smile planted itself firmly on her lips. She wound up her body like a snake, hypnotically, then just as quickly she raised her left foot high in the air and brought it down on Gunnar’s left shoulder. It hurt more than he could ever think she could hurt him, but he was to embarrassed to show his discomfort. A bruise soon appeared where her foot was, but he did not care. All he cared about at this point was the wet tantalizing flesh that awaited him at the top of her thigh.

“Gunnar my sweet, you will eat me and eat me and eat me until and after I gush all over your face. And since it would be rude to ruin this nice couch, I want you to make sure you swallow every bit of my cum, yes? Treat it as precious and do not let it hit the ground.” Again, Gunnar weakly nodded his head. He was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening, when Shayl just as quickly brought her foot back to her body, gracefully posing on one platformed heel. She made a point to drag her heel across his shoulder, leaving a slowly burgeoning rivulet of blood where her Jimmy Choo had been. She then turned her attention to the elder Smith and said “As for you, Coach, you are going to let me suck that big cock of yours and you will cum in my mouth. While I’m doing so you will gently pull and tug at my hard nipples, do you understand?”

Lee smiled broadly and said “Well look who’s giving the orders now. I never would have thought you’d grow into your body this way, not when I met you as a panicked lil girl with stagefright. Oh, and I don’t get any ‘punctuation’ to my orders? If my son can take it surely I can.” Shay inwardly bristled at the reminder of how scared she had been to perform when Lee first took her as a student. Again in a flash, she raised her right leg and planted it right on his chest, slightly impaling him and immediately drawing blood. “All I require from you is a yes or a no.” Lee smiled again and said “That’s more like it. Yes, I will do whatever you say.”

Shayl withdrew her foot, again, slowly and gracefully, with the aura of sudden violence still hanging in the air. “Good. Well, let’s begin then.” She crawled into Lee’s lap and swallowed down his meat with little effort, using her hands only to gain leverage to swallow more of his cock deeper into her throat. She arched her back as much as she could, and her perfect bubble butt was exposed fully to Gunnar’s face. He wasted no time in lapping at her lips like a cat laps up milk. He was surprised by his own eagerness, especially considering the pain in his shoulder. He nearly sucked her entire vagina into his mouth, then let it go. Once he had cleaned her sex of it’s moisture, he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. Shayl nearly gagged on Lee’s dick, not because of how far down her throat it was, but because of the ridiculously powerful sensations Gunnar was producing. She re-focused herself and sucked hard on Lee’s penis. She wanted to know everything about him by the pulse she felt with her tongue. She assaulted his cock-head with her lips and tongue. She felt impatient and she wanted to show her Coach how she wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. This whole situation had her so hot she wanted to make him cum harder than he ever had before.

For Lee’s part, she was succeeding. She had heard so much complaining form her female friends about how they hated to give head, but she did not share that sentiment. Maybe it was the guys they were with, maybe she was just some sort of sex-crazed freak; in the end it didn’t matter. It was her mouth and she’d put it where she wanted. The first blast was the greatest she would ever experience. Lee, being older, had hid the fact that he was going to come, and unloaded a bucket of sperm into her throat. She choked and pull back, putting her in perfect position for the facial Lee so badly wanted to give her. By, facial, he meant her face, hair, tits, and any other exposed skin he could cover. Lee was glad he kept himself in shape, his sperm count was as healthy as ever. Meanwhile, Gunnar felt her shudder as if she’d been electrocuted, and a wave of cum hit his face as hard as it had it Shayl’s. He struggled to swallow everything that came at him, but it was pointless. In the end, both Shaylbeigh and Gunnar looked spent, and Lee stood over them, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I’m 45 years old, and I outlasted two teenagers? That’s why you two have been sucking out there lately, you’re out of shape!” The two would have protested if they both weren’t ridiculously spent from their sexual exertion. “What do I always tell you two?”

Even in their erotic stupor, Shaylbeigh and Gunnar answered in unison “Push yourself hard, as hard as you can until you find your limit, then go further.” Lee smiled again “Well, I see you have been paying attention. Now I’m going to push you both harder than ever before, unless you want to give up and go home. You don’t look like you could handle another go round Shaylbeigh.” Now, if Shaylbeigh had one weakness, it was that she was easily bated. It was very easy to get her angry, and she took everything as a personal challenge. As tingly and warm as she felt now, she felt something even more motivating than the prospect of another orgasm; physically besting her coach.

“Do you think I’m done. I’ve exhausted your son, and you think you can do better? Come here!” Shayl got up and pushed Lee down on the couch… well more Lee allowed himself to be pushed down on the couch, given that he was approximately twice her size. She literally jumped on his lap and started to rotate her hands around his stubbornly hard cock. “You have always had a superior attitude Coach Lee, I’m going to love making you beg me for more, beg me for sex, scream MY name…” Lee congratulated himself, he was always able to get the best out of his charges. Shayl gingerly lowered herself onto his hardness, and gave more signs of her discomfort than she wanted to. Although Gunnar was by no means small, his Father was another animal, and he was hung like one. It took her a few minutes to adjust to his size, but once she did she started riding him with jackhammer like precision. Lee was taken aback. Even with all of her passion and ardor he didn’t think she had this in her, or in other words, that she had such a brutal fire to get him in her. As experienced as he was with women, there was something to be said for an impassioned fuck from a exceptionally beautiful and limber 18 year old that overloaded his calm and cool demeanor. She had gotten to him, and he began to thrust up into her with as much effort as she was fucking him with. He attempted to at least; he knew very quickly that this was not a fight he could win.

Gunnar started to feel a little bit left out of this. He recognized that his father and Shayl were having some sort of battle of wills, but he felt as slighted as she did. Gunnar suddenly had an idea about how to insinuate himself back into the festivities. He knew that there were some sports supplies up in the office, and fortunately enough for him there was a tube of the runner’s lube the skaters used to prevent chafing in one of the closets. He squeezed out a handful and coated his hard-on with it. Lust and sexual malice gleaming in his eyes, he slowly positioned himself behind Shayl. Lee saw what his son was up to and gave him a knowing nod. Lee put his hands on Shayl’s hips to slow down her pace, and when she had come down to something of a human pace Gunnar put the head of his cock to Shayl’s asshole. She froze as if someone had put a gun to her head. “Gunnar! What in the Hell do you think you’re doing! Surprise butt-sex is not a fun experience for anyone!”

Gunnar took the opportunity to gently push a couple of inches into her behind, at which point Shayl lost the ability to protest further. “You said that you could take both of us Shaylbeigh, you had to expect us to call you on that right?” Shayl knew she was in no position to protest too much, being between a cock and a hard place as she was. It didn’t feel too bad since Gunnar had the common decency to use lubrication, but she still knew that she would have to get back at both of them at some point in the near future. She leaned forward and rested her head on Lee’s chest. Gunner pushed the rest of himself inside of Shayl, resolving to cut his Dad off at the pass. He grabbed big handfuls of her bountiful ass and began to chug away just as Lee did the same. It took a mere 5 minutes for Shayl to start reciting every word of the French language as she was overcome with vehement ecstasy. As glamorous as it is for people to say they fucked all night and every day, this threesome was far too turned on to last for very long. Shayl was the first to succumb, ripping long furrows into Lee’s back as she came the hardest she ever had to this point in her life. She flooded his lap with her juices, and slumped over, nearly unconscious. Lee came right behind her, lifting her lithe form up and cascading his own cum across her stomach. Having seen that the rest of his competition had given in, Gunnar finally released himself the length of Shayl’s back and ass. He even managed to get some in her hair, which secretly gave him an insurmountable amount of joy. Shayl was obsessive about her hair, and though he wasn’t normally the vindictive type, he always wanted to mess up her hair, just once.

He rolled off of them and collapsed on the couch, satisfied that he had, in his mind, showed himself to be the equal of both his partner and his own father. He never really noticed how insecure he had been about those two subjects until this exact moment, but with Shaylbeigh’s pussy still fresh on his tongue, now was not the time to obsess over such matters. Shaylbeigh had fallen straight asleep on Lee’s chest. He put her down lengthwise on the couch and covered her with her robe. “So Gunnar, do you think this has been a positive learning experience for everyone?”

“I have learned a hell of a lot Dad. As for Shayl, I think she has learned the lesson of a lifetime. Our performances should be much better now.” Gunnar stretched out and decided that he might catch a quick nap as well. “Go ahead home dad, I think we’ll be fine now.” Lee looked at his charges, who in one night pole-vaulted themselves into adulthood. He was proud of them, and managed to get a great lay out of the experience as well. He put his pants on and said “I knew you would boy. You and my little angel there will be perfectly fine. Just remember, keep pushing each other, and never stop practicing!”

Fish in a Barrel

There was a time… I’m sure… when some of this would have repulsed me.

No, all of it.

There was definitely a time when all of this, everything I have done, and will do on this night would have turned my stomach, caused it to reject all of its contents out upon the Earth, and leave me hunched over as if someone had punched me as hard as possible in the abdomen. That time, obviously has passed.

It passed a very long time ago, even by my standards. It has been 500 years since I can remember feeling an emotion other than hunger, or rage, or fear… or lust. But the lust is different now.



“Magistra, are you done with them yet? Your Tyro is almost there and I feel lonely…”



The woman on the bed, her name is Naomi. I am currently caressing her rapidly dying boyfriend’s cock, milking it of its life as I milk him of his. I met Naomi and Matt early the previous night, on the beaches in Los Angeles. I loved LA, as the song goes, because it was so, so easy to feed. People were so trusting, so hungry, and so needy; Everyone. Needing. Constantly. Every soul in LA desperately seeks something or someone to get them above the level of normal reality, to separate them from Everyone Else. It truly is the land of dreams and what better place for a nightmare to live than that? Offer people what they want and they are yours. This particular couple wanted me. I saw the lust in their eyes immediately. To most hunters it would be a wet dream for their prey to willingly present themselves for killing. Even the best fishermen have long droughts and if, one day, two large trout threw themselves into his boat that man would be quite surprised. For me, however, this was just another day.
I can hardy blame them though. 770 years of existence had taught me a trick or two about how to put on a good show. My ebony hair never crept above my shoulders in all that time, and it always stayed thick and black as an oil spill. One of the things I love about modern times is language. There are so many words for everything. For instance, my skin tone, I found out, is a beautiful shade of “Espresso”, which is just another term for dark brown. It stays eternally flawless, as do my ridiculously long legs. I learned quickly enough that curves catch everyone’s eyes, so I made sure that my dark espresso cleavage was on display at all times. Also, whether skirt, dress, or pants, my behind was a traffic stopper no matter what I wore. I can say honestly and with no ego that I am irresistible. I certainly was to Naomi and Matt.
They came to my table as I gazed out over Venice Beach at a boardwalk cafe. I sensed them coming but I didn’t feel they were a threat so I ignored them. They were quite drunk and sat down at my table uninvited. Some other day I would have thrashed them for the insult, but I was feeling generous, so I suffered their company. Naomi was a 20-something underachieving college student wearing a sundress that showed too much skin and a personality that showed too little intelligence. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and I could taste and smell it from across the table. She had dirty blond haired that fell haphazardly about her shoulders, and hazel eyes that grew dark in the sunlight. She reminded me of the hippie girls I used to eat by the handful in the 1960's. From her head down to her cute little feet she was delicious; suddenly I was interested in this random couple who had flitted into my life.
Matt was decidedly less interesting; he had definitely outdone himself in the girlfriend department. He was plain in all ways; basic haircut, oily skin, glasses and rudimentary khaki pants. He was an absolute bore to behold and could have been mistaken for a million other white guys, interchangeable and nameless. He did have one thing I wanted though, a healthy, strong, beating human heart. I could hear it as I closed my eyes and let his pulse echo through my ears, through my head, down through my soul. The life-pulse of humanity… it was everything, the only thing that I really craved anymore. He was alive, and linked to the universal life-pulse, and that was good enough for me.

“So, where do you kids want to meet up tomorrow night?”

I didn’t want to finish them off that night… I, like most cats, like to play with my food. I spent the rest of the night showing them around Los Angeles. I watched them eat, run, make out with each other and random other men and women… they really had a lust for life. I was lucky; all of that life they were living would soon be mine. By 4:30 they were both eating out of my hand, and I took the opportunity to eat out of theirs. I pulled them into a dark alley and we all began kissing; who kissed who was really unimportant. I took turns taking light sips from their wrists just to see if they were worth the small bit of effort I had put into them so far.

“Mmmmm Cassandra…” Naomi moaned.

“Oh God Cassandra…” Matt gasped.

I had been brought up to not speak when I had food in my mouth. I reluctantly let go of Matt’s wrist and closed the two large round holes I left on him with my powers. Mustn’t leave tracks, that is the first thing any novice is taught. They wanted me, wanted more of me, and I surely wanted every bit of them there was to be had… but, damned summer, the sky was already growing lighter. I had to get back to my home before even the slightest rays of the sun crept over the Pacific. As old as I am, the sun is worse for me than for some of the youngest amongst us. I hurriedly scribbled down the address to the W Hotel in Westwood on Naomi’s arm and told them to meet me there at 9 o clock tomorrow night. There would be a room waiting for them there under their name. They wanted to meet me earlier but I explained that I would, of course, be unavailable. I watched them stumble away, arm in arm, obviously in love, obviously living life the way it was meant to be lived.

There was a time… I’m sure… when this would have moved me.

No I am sure of it. There definitely was a time when seeing a couple like this would have made my heart skip a beat, when true love moved me to a place where I was inspired to create. To draw to paint, to sing; when true love and the vibrancy of positive human emotions made me want to create things to celebrate those emotions. Again, that time has passed, eaten away by the decades of trying to live a few more decades. Here in a foreign land far from where I was created and even farther from where I was born, as I watched these two happy infantile lovers with the entire world before them, all I felt was a white-hot blood-lust… hunger. Bright as the sun and twice as old… Hunger. It was all I needed anymore.



I woke up bright and early the next night around 830. Contrary to what you may have heard, I sleep on a pillow top California King mattress. Coffins are for ghouls, and though I would like to say that it is a completely a myth that my kind sleep in coffins… some do. I am proud to say that they are far removed from my bloodline, and I have as little to do with those types as possible. I, no matter what century it is, have always had class. I looked in the mirror at my naked body. I was holding up well for a woman my age, especially considering how long I’d been dead now. My race… my human race… has been called many, many names over the centuries, but now in this land we are mostly known as “Black”. It's a designation I rather like. It is among the least offensive names we have had, and to be honest it is the shortest. Above all else, I value simplicity, and it is a most simple moniker. As a Black woman in the 21st century, I find that I have more power in the mortal world now than I have ever had before. Amongst my new race, however, there are still those who hold old prejudices about both women and minorities, and I am often forced to put such fools in their place.
Who am I kidding… no one forces me… I rather enjoy it. I love when people underestimate me. It makes the look of fear, panic, and desperation on their face before I kill them all the more authentic and genuine. I don’t remember when I started to like killing. It is one of those things that came on gradually, like puberty, but seemed sudden and awful at the time... like puberty. I have vague memories of being shocked at my actions, at feeling guilt, remorse… anger. But as I said, those memories are vague. Most memories of my emotions back then are just that; memories. No more sentiment or emotion is attached to them than one attaches to the act of brushing their teeth in the morning. It is simply something you do.
I showered and dressed on autopilot, my mind taken with a thousand other subjects. “You’ve been drifting off a lot Cassy. You must be mindful of your surroundings”, I said aloud. Thankfully in my revelry, I had managed to dress myself appropriately. Even without paying attention, I still have style. I guided my baby-blue CL 500 out of my driveway and pointed it towards tonight’s dinner. I drove towards downtown and drifted off again. I had been driving for as long as there had been horseless carriages, I needed only a fraction of my concentration to do so. The stars often catch my attention; my kind trade betray the Sun for the eternal company of every other star in the night sky. Seems fair, I suppose.
I shook my head again and looked up. I was at the W. “You really must pay more attention Cassy, you do have enemies.” Just to re-assure myself, I unlocked my glove compartment to check that my pets were where I left them. My black Desert Eagles were safe and snug. I leave them there; the dress I picked for this evening left little room to conceal two gigantic handguns. Besides, I should be safe enough. I’m not the one being hunted tonight.



“I can’t wait! She should be here soon! Can you believe this room?” Naomi bounced on the bed once again. She and Matt had already started their party. They had saved all summer for this vacation, and it felt good to get away from Buffalo for a while. Matt labored away on his laptop while Naomi jumped up and down in her underwear.
“I’ve haven't had a connection this good since we left home. This place is awesome!”
“Will you get off of that thing? She’s gonna be here any minute! This is gonna be wicked intense! I don’t think either of us can handle her." Naomi put her feet up and landed with a soft thud on her back. Her eyes rolled dreamily into her head imagining the pleasure she would feel tonight.
“Maybe you, but I’m a stallion! I can go on for days and days!” Matt closed his laptop and looked at his girlfriend. He wondered what she saw in him, as she was so beautiful and he was not. But she loved him, he knew that much, and that was good enough. He climbed on top of her, wearing only his boxers… he was eager to start the festivities, as evidenced by his rapidly tenting shorts.
“I’m disappointed. You started without me.”
Naomi and Matt nearly jumped out of their skin. Not only had they not heard the door unlock and open, they did not hear Cassandra enter, close said door, and walk right up to the bed. Matt was also fairly certain that he had put the latch lock on the door. Either way there she was in all of her glory. Cassandra looked down on her two young lovers with an expression that hovered somewhere between motherly and predatory. Matt lay on his back, still slightly stunned by her sudden appearance, but quickly stopped caring as he drank in the sight of the night’s entertainment. Naomi pushed herself up on her shoulders and immediately felt herself getting aroused. It was as if her engine had been idling until Cassandra appeared, and now she was red-lining. Her nipples produced the same effect on her thin t-shirt as Matt’s penis produced on his boxers. Cassie wore a simple electric blue spaghetti strap dress that came down to mid thigh. It hugged her generous curves as if it were made for them, which it was. She wore 4 inch white D&G heels, with a matching small white Coach bag. The one lamp illuminating the room glinted off of the pearls around her neck, and her even whiter teeth. The couple on the bed were too enamored with their hunter’s body to notice Cassandra’s erections; her fully extended fangs.
“So, do you like? I wanted to look nice for you two.”
Matt was speechless, so Naomi offered “that dress is amaze-balls! I could never look that good in anything like it!” If I have any weakness, I am very susceptible to flattery. “Oh this? It' just an old Cavalli I had laying around. It's nothing really. Now you two, you two look positively delicious.” She slipped out of her dress and stood before them in nothing more than her white bra, panties, garter belt and heels. And of course, her pearls. Cassandra believed that no tasteful ensemble is complete without a pearl necklace.
Matt nearly fell off of the bed. Naomi responded in a slightly less Vaudevillian manner. She hopped down from the bed and crawled over to Cassandra like a cat in heat. She crept around her legs, allowing her silky smooth body to come in contact with Cassie's equally smooth legs. Cassandra obliged the mood that dinner was in, and scratched her lightly behind her ears, eliciting a pleasant purr from Naomi. Cassandra lay down on the king-sized bed, and somehow she seemed to sprawl across most of it. At 6 feet even, there always seemed to be more of her to explore. Matt busied himself with exploring the seemingly endless valley between her breasts, while Naomi kissed her way up Cassandra's seemingly endless legs. She unhooked her garters and peeled down the knee-high hose that Cassandra wore, all the while admiring the intricately embroidered Cobras that started on each thigh and wound their way down around her muscular calves to her immaculately pedicured feet. Cassandra opened her bra from the front and let the lacy white E cups fall to her sides. Matt attacked her nipples as soon as they were bared, going back and forth as if he couldn't decide where he wanted to be. The more worked up he got the faster his pulse raced, and the faster his pulse raced the more Cassandra got worked up.
“You too wouldn't mind if a friend of mine joined us would you? She's kind of young and naive, but she's very sexy and incredibly willing to please. What do you say?”
Matt and Naomi thought about it for less than a second. “YES!”



In the lobby of the W sat a very demure looking young Black woman, dressed in a coral and white embroidered Swing dress straight out of the 1950's. She wore matching 4 inch white Penthouse Pumps, and a large white Orchid in her hair. This would look rather out of the ordinary anyplace but LA. She was far from the strangest looking person to come through the lobby that evening. She was the most unusual though. She sat with her legs and feet together, and her hands neatly folded in her lap atop her matching white purse. She avoided the gaze of everyone who passed, nervously staring at her reflection in her shiny patent leather shoes. She worried that she had put on too much makeup, as her lips glowed fire engine red. She had her hair done the night before, yet she fussed with it constantly; she was happy that the orchid was fresh, she nearly killed someone to ensure that. She smelled of jasmine, but not too much. At least she hoped that it wasn't too much. She wore the heels to make herself taller, she hated how her master towered over her petite 5'3” frame. She hated how her bosom and rear end obscenely jutted out from her body. Everything about her body was dirty, no matter how much she tried to pretty herself up. She knew by the way men looked at her that no matter how she covered herself she couldn't hide her her dirty, worthless self. She clutched her bag tighter and sighed.
“Tyro, are you ready?”
“Yes Magistra!”
“It's time. Come to the usual room.”



Cassandra grabbed Matt around the waist, picked him up, and placed him in a “69” position above her. His erection hovered above her face, and she immediately took it into her mouth. Cassandra loved giving head; it was a delicious appetizer before the main course. The blood was so tantalizingly close to the surface, but not quite there yet. Matt didn't know he was getting a blowjob from a woman with over six hundred years of experience, but if someone had told him so at that moment, he wouldn't have been surprised. He was on the verge of coming almost before she even began. Naomi had busied herself between Cassandra's legs, lazily lapping away at her labia, running her nails up and down her powerful, toned belly. In one surprisingly agile motion Cassy clutched onto the couple and rolled them both over so that she was now astride both their forms.
“You're really strong” Matt gasped.
“And really nimble. Like a cat!” Naomi chimed in, giggling.
“More like a Snake actually. Boy and girl, I would like you to meet Eloise, my subordinate.”
Eloise slowly emerged from behind Cassandra. Like before, Matt and Naomi neither heard nor saw anyone enter the room, but clearly there was another person with them. She was quite a bit smaller than Cassandra, but somehow she seemed even curvier. Her beauty was so self-consciously sexual yet overtly innocent it contrasted mightily from Cassandra's overt sexuality and aggressive seductiveness.
Matt sat up, “She's beautiful Cassandra. I mean, you're beautiful... My name is Matt.” Naomi had scooted up the bed so that she could fully take in what was going on. The sight of the two beautiful African-American women, she thought, was almost too much for her. “Cassandra, I want her, can I have her? God she's making me so fucking horny just standing there. Eloise, I'm Naomi, please come here and let me fuck you.” Matt glanced at Naomi; he had never heard her talk like that before. This was definitely bringing out a different side out of her, a side he very much approved of.
“Hello Matt, hello Naomi, it's nice ta meet y'all.”
Cassandra observed the way Matt and Naomi ogled Eloise. “Eloise, what did I tell you about making friends with dinner?” Cassandra's tone struck everyone in the room with more fear than the sternest Nun's presence could conjure. “I'm sorry Magistra, I forgot. I just...”
“You. Just. What.” Eloise fell silent and looked at the ground. “Good. Now. Which one do you want?” Eloise got to her knees, never looking up, “whichever one my Magistra prefers I have. If my Magistra prefers I not eat, then I shall go hungry. I exist at my Magistra's whim.”
“Good answer.” Cassandra looked over at Matt and Naomi, who were playing with each other. The dominance/submission play apparently aroused them even more, and they started a new party without her. “No matter”, Cassandra thought, “the more adrenaline the better.” Cassandra slithered between the two and offered each of them a generous portion of her bust to play with. “Stand up and open your eyes, Eloise.” She did as she said, and took in the sight before her. Her Magistra was lewdly splayed out before her, playing with her pussy while two fresh blood-filled humans pleasured her. Eloise was much younger than her Magistra, and still felt many lusts and desires from when she was human. She felt a warm tingle between her legs, and the unmistakable ache in her jaw from her fangs growing. “Is there a problem Eloise?”
“No Magistra.”
“Are you sure? Mmmmm. Uhhhmmm. There's nothing you want?”
“I want what my Magistra desires of me.” Eloise's tingle between her legs became a burning ache, an ache that matched the lump in her throat. It was becoming hard to speak. She felt her knees getting weak, but she knew the price would be harsh if she made the slightest motion towards the forbidden fruit she desired without her Magistra's approval.
Matt and Naomi were too overcome with lust to notice what was going on anymore. They just wanted pleasure and release. They wanted what Cassandra had promised them from the moment they lay eyes on her; something otherworldly, an experience that would make them transcend mortality. That was all Cassandra needed to get into their heads. They had willingly walked to their slaughter. She ran her suddenly razor sharp nails down the backs of her prey, leaving a long thin trail of blood on each of them. The scent hit Eloise like a bullet. She snarled and her eyes flickered for a second to something vertical, then back to their normal round selves.
“I saw that Eloise.” In the blink of an eye Cassandra was off of the bed and backhanded Eloise across the face with a sound that resembled a .45 revolver. Before she could even recoil, Cass had taken Eloise in her arms, and forced her to the ground, dislocating one of her shoulders. “You really must show greater restraint. Just for that, you don't get the one you wanted. Matt isn't it?” Eloise strained to muffle her screams, but the pain was excruciating. Her body had barely registered the strike to her face before the explosive pain in her shoulder muscled its way into her consciousness. Eloise knew she could never keep a secret from Cassandra, for far too many reasons “I apologize Magistra, I was weak, I am weak. I am not worthy of your kindness.”



“Good. Don't heal yourself until I say so.” I let her go. Matt and Naomi looked lost without me, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that I left them in. Slowly I returned to the bed and grabbed dinner by their necks. I spun them around so that their heads were hanging over the edge of the bed, their throats exposed to Eloise's hungry mouth. I could sense the aches in her, from hunger, lust, and of course from the injuries I had inflicted. Her pain was so sweet to me, an unusual joy that I've found in this world. I could sense every urge she felt; she wanted him, she wanted her, and she wanted me, which was most important. I started to jerk Matt off with my right hand, and finger fuck Naomi with my left hand. While I did this I never took my eyes off of my beautiful Tyro, my Eloise. Our hapless victims responded immediately to my ministrations. I sat back on my round, plump behind and brought both of them closer and closer to climax. Naomi whined and bit her lip, while Matt moaned and groaned my name louder and louder. All the while, Eloise stood motionless before me, trying carefully to push the teeth back into place with her tongue where I had knocked them loose. Her senses were overloaded, especially her sense of smell. The air was thick with scent of blood, even from the thin wounds that I had made. None of our senses could ever let go of the beautiful traits that fresh blood possessed. She could almost taste it; she wanted desperately to open her mouth and taste the air, but she was deathly afraid that if she opened her mouth, I would put my fist in it. She was right to be afraid, for that's exactly what would happen. She tried to focus on the pain in her shoulder to distract her from her lust. A good strategy.
I would never show it of course, but I was about at my wit’s end as well. Our victims were about to explode, I had wounded and abused my Tyro, and furthermore she was bleeding slightly from her mouth; it had been a thoroughly enjoyable evening all around. I needed release as badly as she did, and I had to admit that Eloise had gone to an enormous amount of trouble to look beautiful for me. She was even wearing my favorite flower in my hair, my sweet Southern Belle Eloise. I have been around long enough to know that a truly benevolent Magistra balances punishments with rewards. That's how it was when I was a Tyro, anyway.
“Uhhh Uhh AHH! AHHH!!!!” Naomi began to scream. “Oh God Cass I'm coming!!!” I stared Eloise down hard, but she showed no outward fear. I could see behind her eyes though, and her inner beast was straining at it's chains. Matt's first load of jizz was in the air when I moved for him, and Eloise was at his neck before me. It's the one time she ever moved faster than I did. I tore into the femoral artery in his left thigh, and my sweet, innocent Tyro ripped his neck open and shoved her mouth into the wound. He was dead before he finished his climax, lucky bastard. Some of his come mixed with his blood but I didn't care. I drank it all, and it was worth the wait and the teasing. Eloise drank loudly from his neck, ripping and tearing into his flesh; I would have to remember to reprimand her later for making such a mess. I squeezed the last bit of juice from him and eyed Naomi. She was still in a stupor, and hadn't noticed that we had opened up her boyfriend like a Christmas turkey. We took her limp body and dragged her to the head of the bed, deciding to share her like a bottle of wine on a picnic.
We stationed ourselves on each side of her, all three of us naked, and lazily sucked on each of her nipples. I rolled her nub around with my tongue while my Tyro gently nibbled at it. Then suddenly her beautiful fangs appeared, and she sank them slowly between her rib cage. It looked tasty so I did the same on my side. Naomi stroked our hair and murmured our names until she slipped into peaceful oblivion. Maybe it was some long forgotten sense of sisterhood, but we always seemed to give women less painful deaths than men. When she was dry, I grabbed Eloise by the hair and kissed her deeply. My mouth was full of blood and so was hers. Our vitae mixed, and we traced each others daggers with our tongues as if they were playthings. I ran my claws over her big round hips and down her legs, feeling her chills make the bed tremble. I gently sank a talon into her large pillowy breasts and drew a steady bead of blood which I nursed at like a newborn. She held my head and said “Cassandra, you are magnificent, so beautiful, so perfect. I will be lucky if I am ever half as wonderful as you. I'm so lucky.”
I sucked a little harder eliciting a slight yelp, and one of the nicer surprises about her. If I aroused her enough, she starts to drip from her pussy, a trick I can only do with some effort. I withdrew my claws and slowly put two fingers into her naturally wet folds. “You're the lucky one baby, you're the lucky one. Now come for your Magistra, yes?” Eloise mumbled yes and tucked her head into my cleavage, holding me tight. We wound our bodies together, cold as mine is, and I enjoyed her warmth. I remembered, half remembered a time when my own body generated such warmth. I fingered her faster than a vibrator, and circled my thumb around her clit. Eloise even comes sweetly; she's too bashful to really let it out; she just lets out a series of high pitched squeals. Right as she peaked, I gently sank my fangs into her neck and took what I needed. I knew that this made her orgasms all the more intense, and it was the least traumatic way for me to feed from her. Of all the horrible things I was forced to do on a regular basis, this was my least favorite.



Still, if it came down to it, I knew that I would sacrifice Eloise's life in a second to save my own. I would never think twice, and I would never regret it. There was a time when the truth of that would have absolutely crushed me. But that time... isn't tonight.

Same Old Song

The basslines of Lysa's Spotify playlist reverberated through her spacious apartment. She didn't care if it irritated her neighbors or not. They could never bring themselves to complain, at least not once they confronted her face-to-face. Lysa absolutely loved her eyes and in this way she was just like everyone else she had come across in her life. Her eyes were large and golden-honey brown. A love-struck ex once described them as being doe-like. He never noticed that something sinister lurked behind that innocent deer facade. Her predatory ferocity went largely unnoticed particularly by her neighbors. Bouncing around her room to Britney Spears “Me Against the Music,” she looked through her massive closet for a suitable dress for the evening’s activities.

“The problem”, she thought, “is that I have absolutely no diversity in my clothes. Everything shows way too much skin, no modesty at all.” Lysa dived into her closet and emerged wearing an obscenely low-cut Armand Basi white silk cami, and her tightest Alex Wang jeans. She danced a few laps around her bed, periodically stopping in front of her gigantic mirror. “Yes, yes this will do nicely. I am at least modest from the waste down. Although with an ass like this I can only be so modest.” She giggled like a schoolgirl and went back to tending to her eyelashes, Black Cherry mascara. “Hm. If these were any longer they would push my glasses right off the end of my nose. I suppose I should be happy though, most women would kill for my eyes. And they would be right to.”

The song changed and Ciara's “Ride” began to play. Naughty thoughts stirred in her mind and Lysa decided she had played enough; it was time for shoes. “But what shoes... I want to look killer tonight...” She went back into her closet like a bloodhound after a fox. “Now where are my leather-strappy-wedgie-ah! There you are, my Luscious Louboutin Mary Janes!” She gracefully wound her body so that her legs were high in the air as she lay on her plush bed, admiring how the expensive sandals accentuated her freshly pedicured Forbidden Colored toes. “Wine for dinner was a good choice”, she muttered to herself. She rubbed her legs over each other in the air, admiring her curves, nearly hypnotizing herself. A loud knock at the door shook her from her revelry. Turning the music off, she ran for the door.

“Oh hi Dory, you brought Lyam!” Lysa lunged for her 9 year old nephew and gave him a bear hug that would have killed someone with fully formed bones. Lyam squirmed until he was released from her grasp, gracefully accepting the multiple kisses from his aunt. He was used to such affection, especially since he favored his aunt far more than his actual mother. When the three of them went out in public people usually assumed Lyam was Lysa's son. He took after her far more than his own mother. Even at the tender age of 9 he commanded the attention of the opposite sex as easily as he commanded the characters in his video games. He didn't quite know what the attention was for, but it did not escape him that having people do whatever he wanted was a useful skill to have. His powers derived from the same place that his aunt's did. “Hello sis, I am so happy you let us use your apartment tonight. You-know-who is off the wagon again and we can't stay there. This is the only chance we get to have a good night's sleep sometimes. You're a lifesaver Lysa.”

“Don't worry Dory, that guy is going to get what's coming to him very soon, you just wait. Karma is a B you know?

Doryn set their bags down and picked up Lyam, “Twenty-seven years now, and I still have to be rescued by my big sis.” Lysa took their bags to her guest bedroom and made sure everything was set for her most welcomed guests to spend the night. “When I'm 90 and you’re 87, if you still need me you had better come to me for help. That is what big sisters are for isn't it? Tomorrow we'll go swimming, that always cheers both of us up and it's been way too long.” Lysa knew that life was hard for her sister. The “stunning” gene seemed to skip her. Oh Doryn was pretty enough, but she didn't have the “it” factor that Lyam and she had. Society made it painfully clear to Doryn that she was a second-class citizen in her own family and would not let her forget it. Lysa did her best to make sure that Doryn felt loved, but whenever they went out together more often than not Lysa was the main attraction and Doryn was the sideshow.

“Yeah it's a crime that we've gone so long without being in the water. So where are you off to tonight? I see you wearing the hell outta those Louboutins. That usually means you're on the hunt.” She gave her sister the smile they both understood meant naked time was in the near future. Lyam was already in his pajamas in bed playing his PSP, completely unconcerned about the woman’s conversation. “Maybe so sis.. I'll let you know when I get back. Just for the record, if I was to want a G-Bang would tonight be a bad night-oof!” Doryn hit Lysa with a pillow before she could finish her statement. “I'll take that as a no. G'night Dory, GOOD NIGHT LYAM!!!” Lyam barely acknowledged his aunt with a nod of his head.

After quickly snatching up her Valentino clutch bag, Lysa breezed out the door. Once she was clear of her family her thoughts turned to the matter at hand. She was acutely aware of her body, the confidence of her stride, the sway of her hips, the gravity-defying bounce of her breasts, the silk-satin of her halter lazily drifting across her nipples and, of course, her eyes. Yes she was a sexual force of nature, and she almost felt sorry for the rest of the world. Almost.

***

The Melody was the kind of place she loved to frequent. It had an unpretentious charm that appealed to a varied clientele. A heady acid jazz groove moved the crowd in an easy manner. People of every race and color mingled languidly thanks to cheap drinks and tight clothes. Lysa slid up to her usual spot at the bar, where a tall glass of Grey Goose awaited her. Her favorite bartender, Cube, always worked this night and he never failed to set her up with her favorite drinks. It was a mutual arrangement as she never failed to set him up with his favorite men. Lysa's eyes weren't just stunning to straight men, she was just as alluring to gay men, and she served as the ultimate wing-bitch for Cube when they went out man-hunting. Not that Cube needed too much help himself; he was a 6' 2” cut of muscular Hispanic Grade A beef himself, but it never hurt to have an icebreaker like Lysa around. “Oye mija, how are you? I have your drink ready, and there are plenty of hotties here tonight for the both of us.”

“When do you actually work Cube? It seems like half the night you're gossiping with me, and the other half you're scouting out new ass.”

“Look, my father had four jobs when he came to this country, multitasking is in a Dominican's blood. I can handle a little flirting on the job. As for you, you had better get upstairs; the karaoke started an hour ago and you know people get restless if you don't show.”

“I know, I know. My public awaits.” Lysa gave Cube one of her legitimately friendly smiles. She had an array of voracious and intimidating smiles, but she saved her real smiles for the few true friends she had in the world. She headed towards the stairs, and several men (and some women) followed her just to watch her walk upstairs in those jeans. Rob the karaoke DJ immediately recognized her and put her at the head of the list. An excited murmur rippled through the crowd when the regulars saw her appear. If Lysa's eyes hit like lightning, then her voice was the accompanying thunder. Her voice caught the hearts and minds of her audience like a bullwhip; rattlesnake -fast and just as deadly. She had already made up her mind as to what song she wanted to sing. Even in a crowded and noisy place like the second floor of the Melody, she did not need to raise her voice to be heard. When the group of drunken secretaries onstage finished their rousing rendition of “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” Rob ushered them off as quickly as possible. “We have a special treat for everyone tonight! A local favorite is here and she's gonna sing 'Anytime, Anyplace' by Janet Jackson.”

A wave of anticipatory electricity jolted the room. It was a slow song, and so overtly sexual that six notes in, she had the entire room in a tizzy. The song snaked through the crowd like a surreptitious phantom, winding its way into the hearts and genitals of everyone present.

“Skirt around my waist, Wall against my face, I can feel your lips...

I don't wanna stop just because, People walkin by are watchin us

I don't give a damn what they think, I want you now...”

With all due respect, even Miss Jackson couldn't capture the collective libido of her audience the way Lysa did. Her hips were a metronome, and like a snake-charmer had the men (and some women) in the audience completely under her control. Lysa often wondered at times like this if she could get the audience to throw her their wallets. She was sorely tempted to try, but knew that would be too blatant a display of power, even for her. She contented herself to cut men's hearts out with her stiletto heels and generate enough murderous envy in the hearts of her rivals to power Las Vegas for a year. She imagined what it would be like to be with the various men and women in the audience, sizing up their sexual potential with a quick expert glance. She knew that you could read a book by its cover, if you knew what to look for. If this was the Serengeti, she was the Head Lioness In Charge, and they were all her dinner.

“Dancin on the floor, Feeling the slow groove

My mind is starting to burn, with forbidden thoughts Strangers all around, with the light down low

I was thinkin maybe we could...well...you know...”

Those in the audience who were with their significant others tore themselves away from her performance to start to satiate their intense arousal. Here and there couples of every type slipped to the edge of the dance floor and started what can only be described as foreplay. Some did it right there in the middle of the floor, which Lysa particularly enjoyed. It turned her on when she made people so horny that they started to near-fuck right there in public. Suddenly she noticed something familiar about one of the couples on the floor; the man. Yes, she recognized that guy, it was her brother-in-law! He was with someone who was obviously not Doryn, and whom Lysa could at best call a butter-faced girl. She was nowhere near as attractive as her sister. A rage arose in her that was born in the fires of ancient Gods and Demons. From that moment on she made the rest of the song about him, her brother-in-law Jason. He definitely took notice, it was near impossible not to notice when Lysa focused her attention on you. He literally forgot that Miss Butter-face even existed, and started moving towards the stage mid-kiss. Later, he would have a vague recollection of another woman at the bar that night who was related to a drink that was spilled on him, but he'd be damned if he could remember any other details. All he could remember was Lysa fixing The Eyes on him.

She finished the song, singing the last lyrics “Anytime, anyplace, I don't care who's around” directly into his hypothalamus. Jason would never be that erect again. When Lysa stopped singing, the spell was broken and everyone suddenly noticed that they were half naked or kissing a stranger or desperately attempting to make a break for the bathroom. She strutted off the stage to thunderous applause knowing he would fall in step behind her. She made her way to one of the couches in the back, the crowd instantly parting for her. She sat down with her back to Jason, and felt him fall into the seat next to her. Men, she noticed, lost all hand-eye coordination when they were seriously horny.

“So”, she started, “I guess you liked my performance.” Jason nodded his assent, then noticed that she hadn't actually looked at him yet. If he were in a better state of mind, he may have wondered how she knew he was there and how she was able to talk to him over the caterwauling of “Don't Stop Believin”. But he was definitely not thinking with the head on his shoulders at this point.

“Yeah, yeah I loved it, you're a beautiful singer. I mean you've got, like, an awesome voice! You should be on American Idol or something!”

Lysa laughed, “no, no, that would be far too dangerous for me and for Randy probably...” She turned around and gave him the full onslaught of her gaze. Jason's heart nearly stopped. “Look, this place is loud and these people are terrible singers, is there anyplace quieter we can go to?”

“Um, well, my, uh, roommate is staying at his, uh, sister's tonight, so we can go back to my place. Man you look so familiar.” Lysa knew good and damned well that her sister's house was full of pictures of her and their family. Not only was this guy cheating on her sister, and not too particular about with whom, he obviously thought Lysa was stupid enough to not notice. She was not going to go easy on him.

“When I was up there I was only thinking of you and being with you. I really don't care where we do it, but I've always had a fantasy about meeting a stranger and going to the Hilton... Can we go there?” She knew that the Hilton was way out of his price range, and was delighted that he would put himself into debt for her. “Yeah, sure anything you want. Man you look so familiar; I swear I've seen you somewhere before... recently.” Lysa gave him the eyes and said “look Jason, I'm sure if I had met you before, you would remember, wouldn't you?” Jason leaned back and closed his eyes, but he could still see hers. “Yeah... yeah I guess you're right.” A fog had enveloped his mind as surely as his imagination pictured her lips enveloping his dick. Somewhere in the murky recesses of his mind, indistinct but frantic warnings screamed at him, urging him to do anything but what he was about to do. Questions like “how does she know my name” and “why does she look so familiar” meandered in and out of his consciousness, until Lysa's voice wiped them all away.

“Baby, please say yes. Take me now and you can have me, all of me, for as long as you can stand me.” That's all he needed to hear. The last of his reservations gone, Jason grabbed Lysa and his keys, and made a beeline for the Hilton in midtown. After putting one of their cheapest rooms on his credit card, they headed for the elevators. Jason had made up his mind to ignore his reservations as he was about to score with the hottest chick he had ever landed, and wasn't about to let some very valid and relevant questions stop him. Lysa pretended to be impressed, but she knew good and damn well he was low-balling her. It was alright though, that wasn't the point of tonight. Revenge was.

***

They kissed like they had just discovered the concept in the elevator up to the room. Once inside she told him to go wait by the bed while she took her shoes off and gently placed them next to the door. She then stood up straight and said “Baby, could you do one thing for me?” Jason was sitting on the edge of the bed, hurriedly undressing. “Huh? Yeah bae, sure, anything you want!”

“Invite me into your bed.”

“What?”

“Invite me into your bed. Indulge me. Say, 'I invite you into my bed', please?” Jason looked perplexed, but said, “I invite you into my bed? I mean it isn't technically my bed because we're in a hotel but-” Lysa roared and leapt from the door to the bed in one pounce. She ripped his shirt off and covered his neck and chest in fiery hot kisses. It was all Jason could do to hold on for dear life. Everywhere she kissed him was warm to the touch, and extra sensitive. She sucked on his nipples then went back to his neck. He moaned loudly and tried to remove her clothes but Lysa was moving too fast for him to unhook her bra. She sat up astride his tenting underwear and pulled her blouse up over her head. Her black La Perla bra soon followed, allowing Jason to feast his eyes on her perfect C cups, her nipples announcing themselves obscenely. She went back to attacking his torso, with the added bonus that now her nipples dragged up and down his chest. He grew so hard that she actually had to move out of the way of his raging erection.

“Damn” she thought “Now I see why Dory puts up with all the shit you put her through. You've got a really big cock.” “Can I suck it?” she growled.

“That has got to be the stupidest question anyone has ever asked anyone else” he responded.

Given the circumstances, Lysa had to give him that one. She ripped his underwear in half and throated his entire shaft in one gulp. Jason came immediately. The song from before coupled with her ravishing his body had him on the edge of ecstasy for some time now. She swallowed his cum easily as it went straight into the back of her throat. She was afraid that he was going to pass out the way he was hyperventilating. She slowly dragged her fingernails up and down his chest, ever so lightly; she knew by this time that he was one big raw nerve.

“You okay baby” she purred. “I know you're not done. I know you've got more for me, don't you?” It didn't matter what his response was, Jason had never been less in control of a situation as he was right now. From the moment he looked into her eyes, she had him and he knew it. He just sat back and enjoyed the ride. Normally after coming the way he just had he would have to take a nap akin to a coma, but now he didn't falter for a minute. If anything he was more painfully hard than before. Her gently clawing nails just egged on his arousal. “Please... please, please fuck me, ride my cock bae, I need it, please... put it in you...”

His begging was pathetic, but music to her ears. He was broken, and there was only one thing left to do. She raised herself up, juices dripping onto his prick the whole time, and in a tortuously slow pace, lowered herself onto him until her clit was tickled by his hair. This, this one moment, when she was fulfilled by an engorged shaft, this is what she lived for, everything in between these brief slices of life were just prelude to another sexual crescendo. She internally massaged him, bringing herself to a small climax without ever moving externally. She briefly cried out, hurting Jason ears. “Go easy with that bae, I'm a lot of man to handle.”

Lysa looked down on the smug, smirking jerk that she was fucking, and remembered why she was there. She dug her nails into his chest and got up on her toes, almost in a feral all-fours position. He was so long she had to do that to raise herself high enough to fuck him. She pulled halfway out, and then slowly worked him back inside her. She had to admit that it felt heavenly, but she had a job to do. She repeated this action, the room filling with their sex noises. Her pussy was a torrent of juices, sucking his cock into her and holding onto it for dear life. His cock was steel, penetrating her despite the close quarters, and leaving reluctantly, only to force its way inside once again. Once she was sure of how much of him she could take, she bared down and rode him, her beautiful ass flying up and down to the point where it was almost a blur. Jason could not form many coherent thoughts, but one he did have was that this must have been what it felt like for women to use a vibrator.

He wanted to grab her, but he couldn't find a part of her that wasn't operating like a well oiled machine. He was also afraid that he would somehow disrupt her and that she would stop. He would rather die than stop her from fucking him. Finally he decided to grab her perfect breasts; it seemed like the safest and most enjoyable place for his hands to be. She looked beautiful, otherworldly, ephemeral, and several other words that weren't quite small enough for Jason to actually know. All he knew was that he didn't want this to stop... or did he?

Lysa threw her head back and her black hair fell around her. She was now nearly jumping up and down on Jason’s rod, but showed no signs of slowing down. Her pussy grew warm, then hot, as she moaned long and low, a song that Jason had never heard, but loved just the same. He started to feel like he was going to do more than just come; he felt as if he would literally bust a nut. All of those metaphors for arousal felt real to him; his balls boiled, and his cock felt as it would blow semen straight through her. That was when he started to feel scared. He couldn't stop her and his body was clearly reaching it pleasure-limits. Lysa felt all of Jason's energy building in his cock as she pushed herself harder. She was ready to take what was hers.

“Ohhh, oooh, I'm coming!” Jason looked almost relieved. He did not know how much longer he could take the strain the enormous sexual pleasure was putting on his body. “Look at me Jason” she said “do I look familiar?” Jason wondered what the hell she was talking about as Lysa lifted the fog from his mind. Suddenly her face was right against his, her eyes a chaotic storm of swirling colors, a storm of madness. He was very quickly very, very, frightened. “I should look familiar to you; you've seen my picture lots of times. In your own house, shithead.”

His mind zeroed in on the stairwell to his house that was lined with his wife’s family, and the pictures... the pictures of her and her sister. Suddenly the eyes looked all too familiar... The memos that his subconscious had been faxing him all night suddenly became clear and legible, she's your sister-in-law!

“Lysa?”

Lysa fucked him harder. Jason felt like lava was dripping from her pussy it was so hot, and his own body similarly felt like he had eaten the sun earlier in the day. “Yes, I am Lysa. You've been fucking my sister over ever since you met her, so I am just making things even.” She slowed down so that she could perform her finishing move. Grinding her pelvis against the underside of his cock, she rocked hard but low. Lysa screamed her release and all of the glass in the room, including the windows, cracked. As she came down, Jason unleashed every bit of life he had in him. With the pressure of a bursting dam, he came, all the sperm he had ever created rushing into Lysa. Jason was really afraid now, this feeling was too good and too intense. He felt like his soul was leaving his body which was ironic as this was exactly what was happening. As he laid there, mouth agape, Lysa kissed him, taking his breath away. An effervescent bright white cloud streamed from his mouth into hers. She greedily swallowed his essence the same way she had swallowed his come earlier. As she pulled away the last bits of what made Jason Jason left his body and drifted away forever between her lips.

When she was able to compose herself she opened her eyes and they were normal again; as normal as her eyes could be. The demonic presence that was there a second ago had retreated to whatever inner den it came from. She dislodged herself from the rapidly deflating body of Jason, and sat next to him, legs crossed, calm as can be.

“You're probably wondering what just happened. Don't worry, it is a common question amongst my victims; I should write a FAQ. See, I'm a Succubus; a Siren actually, which just means that I'm a Succubus that likes water. You fell under my spell the second you heard my song back at the bar. I've drained you of your life-force, or your soul in layman's terms. The only reason I am telling you all of this is that the body cannot exist without the soul. Jason eyes lolled about in his head. He gave his body commands that were soundly ignored. He felt himself slipping into a deep, black slumber.

“You'll be long dead before the morning, and my sister will be free of you forever. But don't worry, me and Dory are more than capable of raising Lyam by ourselves. And I’ll be sure to say something nice at your funeral. Lyam will never have to know what a lying piece of shit his father is… er, was.” Lysa dressed herself and bent over to look into what little consciousness remained in Jason eyes “I would say never fuck around on your wife again, but, as I just said, you aren't going to get another chance to hurt my sister.” She re-applied her lipstick and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Bon nuit Jason, your soul was delicious. A little rotten but still satisfying. She slipped her shoes on and slammed the door behind her.

***

She tried to open her door as quietly as she could, but found that it was all for naught as her nephew was still awake. It was 4AM and he was still playing one of his video games in the living room. His mother was asleep on the pull-out bed, sleeping the sleep of someone who had not had a peaceful rest in some time. The noise of the video game was far from enough to rouse her. Lysa went and sat next to her nephew. She knew that sometime tomorrow they would find Doryn's husband's cold body, and she would have to pretend to be surprised and help Doryn through the grieving process. She didn’t like to lie to her sister but it was one of the things a big sister had to do to protect a little sister. Besides, it was just one of many secrets Lysa kept from Doryn. It suddenly occurred to her that Jason made most of the money in their family, and that killing him without checking out his life insurance policy may have been a rash decision. “One of these day's I'm going to have to learn to think before I act. Oh well, I’ll deal with that tomorrow” she thought. It wouldn’t be a real problem; Lysa was an adept liar, cheater, con-girl and thief. Money would come one way or another. Right now her sister is better off without him, and for better or worse they still had Lyam.

“Hey kiddo, don't you ever sleep?”

“I was waiting for you to get home. I’ll sleep now.” He put his PSP away and jumped into bed with his mother. Lysa crouched down and looked into his large eyes, which were just now catching some of the hallway light. Even in such low light they sparkled, an amazing array of chaotic, swirling colors lit up his face.

“You're gonna have to take care of your mother from now on, okay? You may not see your Daddy for a very long time.” He sleepily nodded his head and curled up closer to his mother. Lysa crawled into the bed as well, with Lyam in between them she felt sleep come for her as well. She pulled the blanket over the three of them and reveled in the warmth of the only two people on Earth she felt real love for.

Even from her admittedly unique perspective she had to confess that her nephew was an incredibly handsome child, and that he was only going to get better looking as he grew up. “You are going to be a real lady killer one day you know that Lyam? A real lady killer.”