He kicked off the blanket finally and jumped up, pulling back the huge, thick curtain that hid the door and any light that might come in through the cracks. The sun was still up but it was close enough to sunset for him. He didn't care about the minor pain that the sun would cause. She needed him.Constance, the owner of the house must have heard him rise because she was walking up the staircase before he could start down. "Chal, I never mind letting you use the safe room. You are always a joy.""I'm sorry, Connie. This actually wasn't a pleasure call. I'm searching for someone. You might know him, I think you run in the same circles. Garret Johannesburg. He's kidnapped my..." Chal couldn't finish. He wasn't quite sure what Bliss was to him. He just knew he had to find her and soon."Kidnapped your ... what?" Constance took a lock of her long, white blonde hair and twirled the curl around her finger. Chal loved her hair. He always liked to cover himself with the heavy tresses. "Your b
Garret shook her. "Shut up! If I wanted you to speak, I'd tell you what to say!" He pressed the knife so that its sharp blade indented the flesh of her neck. A single drop of blood dripped from that blade. With a gleam in his eyes, he ran his hand from her waist to her breasts, caressing her nipple through the gown. "She likes this," he jeered, as if trying to provoke Chal's temper. He pulled at the gown and ripped it further until her nipple was exposed and he tweaked at it, causing her to jerk away from his groping hands. He yanked her back again and thrust his hips against the softness of her buttocks. "Tell him how much you like it, bitch. Tell him how much you want me. Tell him that you want to stay with me and be mine."A flush of shame suffused her face as her nipple grew hard under the onslaught of his fingers. In a clearly awful exchange, he moved one hand down to her naked pussy. She tried to jerk away then but he wouldn't allow it. It might have been that last lash of his f
Cuddling her close, he tried to keep her from seeing the dead guards that were there and on the outside of Garret's front door as well as the shack. His step was sure and her weight seemed like nothing. He walked down the walkway to the driveway, than started down the long drive. The gate was open and as he reached the road, he was running and then he blurred out of sight.She couldn't lift her head. He ran so fast and so easily that she felt as if they were flying. It was an exhilarating and terrifying sensation and she couldn't keep her eyes open to watch. Instead, she buried her face against his neck, wrapped her arms around him, and inhaled his spicy, male scent. She laid a tender kiss against his skin just under his ear and felt him shudder. "You can't," he growled. "You have to Stop. You're killing me, Bliss."She heard him even though his words were quickly lost in the wind he created with his passing. A little imp, one she hadn't felt since before her mother's death lent her e
Bliss, no ... you can't." His head fell back and he stumbled, his back hitting the french doors. He growled at the feel of her lips, and the heat of her tongue. "Gods!""I can. I want to." Her voice was soft but the power of her words was not in the volume but in the meaning and she meant every word. She reached up, framing his face with her tiny hands. "I need to, please. Chal, don't tell me no." She wriggled against him and felt the hard bulge in his pants. "I need you," she whispered desperately and slid her tongue over the skin of his throat.His hands moved over her back restlessly, finally filling with the supple muscles of her ass. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. "Please, Chal." She gasped as one big hand turned her face up to his, his lips taking hers. Another gasp left her lips, captured by his as a wave of unbelievably strong pleasure shuddered through her. It was like a sweet spear of rapture. It made her feel weak and her toes curled, than she
She sighed and then quickly washed her short hair. She hated the shorn locks almost as much as she hated the brand on her shoulder, gifts from her first master. He'd shaved her head because she tried to fight what he told her to do. Maybe now, with Chal, she would feel safe enough to let it grow.That is if he didn't ship her packing as he had with the woman who had enjoyed this shower before her.Finishing her shower, she dried off and used the brush she found in one of the many drawers in the bathroom. She sighed and pulled Chal's shirt back on. Then she crawled onto the bed and burrowed her way into a ball in the center and waited for the sheets to warm against her skin."Dammit Lucynda. Do you always have to prove to everyone what a narcissistic bitch you are?" Chal shook his head and then moved away from her again. It was as if they were playing some kind of cat and mouse game. She would come close and run her cool palms down the lines of his chest. She wanted the one thing he wo
He bent his head and whispered her name against her lips. He was gentle at first; barely touching, returning again and again, tasting her. He grew more fervent when she arched, her small, tight bottom pushed against his loins. She was soft and so incredibly warm and he eagerly unbuttoned his shirt that she wore. He pressed her against the mattress and kissed every soft inch he uncovered, from between her small breasts and over the pale curve of her stomach. She parted her legs with a tiny nudge from his hands and his slid between her thighs, breathing deeply of the scent of her passions.His nose nudged aside the tails of his shirt and he lifted her legs over his shoulders. He gazed down at the beauty before him breathing in the scent that was Bliss. His tongue slid between her swollen, lower lips and delved into the treasure of her folds. She tasted of the sweetness of heaven and the spiciness of passion and she went straight to his head. He feasted on her and tasted every nuance of
She grinned at the incredible fact that this man, this wonderful, amazing and gentle man was unsure because he wanted her. It was one of the biggest, most wonderful boost to her shattered belief in her self-confidence. And he had given it to her. Her incredible, sweet, gorgeous man, the man that made her body sing, that had never once hurt her, that protected her against all others. He wanted her. Maybe he would be the one, her one true mate. She could do nothing but hope fervently that the sisters of fate would shine their faces over her."Yes?" he asked, reaching for her with hands that were not only gentle but actually shaking as he reached out to pull her back in his arms. His grin widened when she nodded."Yes, Chal. I want you. I would belong to you, wear your collar and your leash if that is the way you want me. I know, in here," she said, pressing her hand against her breast, "you would never, ever, hurt me. I think you'd rather cut off your own hands to prove it to me."He ch
Then hurry up and say what you think is so necessary for me to know. Because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. And you're not making this any easier."He chuckled again. "Yes, ma'am. What I need to tell you..." he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to her hand and blew out a long, slow breath. "—I want to tie my life to yours.""Is this ... Is this a marriage proposal?" Her heart kicked up it's beating and she knew that he could hear it."No, baby. It's something much stronger, more durable than that. I tie my life to yours. When you die, I will die too."He sat back, feeling his stomach roil in his gut. He couldn't watch her face. If he saw what he thought he would, it would almost literally kill him. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't stand to watch her die or know that she'd died and left him alone for the long, long millennia of his life. He would never disrespect her and ignore her wishes. But if she said no, he would still take his life. He couldn't feel this way
As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave, because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink miniskirt. Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag, so it would cover her ass, just in case. Then she hurried to the ladies restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book bag kept lightly slapping her pert ass.Between the book bag spanking her ass and the panties massaging her sex, Laura worried she wouldn't make it to the restroom before collapsing in a climax. The poor girl wondered if anyone around her suspected that she was dripping wet or even worse, could they know that she was going to do something she had never done before... masturbate in a public place. Luckily, she made it inside the ladies room without cumming and rushed into the first stall she came to. The lock on the door was broken, but it stayed put when it was closed.Laura reached underneath her skirt and rolled the tight panties dow
Over and over Laura's brain repeated, 'This is WRONG... This is WRONG. Oh God! I can't be doing this.'But her body was burning from the sensations of lust, so desperate for release from her pent-up frustrations. It felt so RIGHT as she stuck one finger, then two up her already soaked sex. Her sight and smell totally overwhelmed, as her senses were immersed in Monique's soiled panties. Her face planted firmly in crumpled shorts, back arched gracefully, toned thighs spread wide, and her young tightly rounded ass high in the air. She reached underneath her body and tormented her swollen clit."Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck my pussy." The blonde cried as she drove one finger and then two deeply in her cunt from behind."Oh Oh ohhhhh -- eeeeoooooowwwwww!!!" Her cries echoed off the cinder-block walls as she came. Several students passing underneath the girl's dorm looked toward the commotion and wondered enviously which young co-ed was getting her brains fucked out."Ahhh... Cumming?!!" Laura,
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering a circuit board. She was the perfect picture of a beautiful athletic African goddess and she looked very pissed.Monique had endured all the other insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her, but when she watched Laura flirt with her boyfriend last night, that was the last straw! It really pissed her off, because she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys, she just did it to spite her.So as the bitch happened to be her dorm mate, Monique was in the perfect position to make the prim and proper Barbie-looking slut pay.Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on and then lay down on her back and slid under Laura's bed to secure it with some electrical tape.She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her, but Laura appeared invulnerable. 'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought. She wondered if her
Their names were Marge and Gary and they did everything together.Marge was actually older than Gary by about seven years and she hated to be reminded of it by anyone but Gary most of all.Velda saw her birthday cake at the country club and it had the terrible "Forty" splashed all over the chocolate icing like a sentence without any hope of a reprieve. That meant her spouse Gary was thirty-three and he did his best to look a bit older by wearing a moustache that really didn't suit him at all.The observant reluctant vampire was taking unnecessary tennis lessons from the husband Gary and she could not miss the fact that Marge was always watching them carefully from the stands. It was easy to see that the attractive mature woman was concerned her younger husband would eventually find an even younger substitute for her before he entered into that magical mid-life crisis when young pussy was too much of a temptation for most married men even those with wives their own age or slightly young
Her Romanian fortune-teller close and personal friend Valentina gave her all the satisfaction she needed in human sexual contact without the need to chance the explosion of seeds of creation inside her human form. The woman was fully trained now to perform all those special little exercises that she had become addicted to over the years. Her recent attempts to have a normal human life with a male partner had all ended in disaster or despair and she had decided to just use the humans for liquid replenishment of her vital life force and as play things to chase away the boredom of solitude.This Donald was attending a night school of business in the downtown section of the city and he apparently had a steady girlfriend called Betty. Fortunately, Betty was one of those females that wanted the man signed, sealed and delivered with marriage certificate before she would allow him to spread her vaginal slit. The foolish man-child was still a virgin and filled with hope of coupling bliss for t
Of course, the virginal blood was the premium grade for her needs but this coarser stuff would suffice nicely. She was careful not to drink too much because she instinctively knew that she did not want to make the stranger her "child" or end her days on earth forever. There were only a few drops spilled to the ground and the girl stirred with that sense of having been "eaten" by a monster. Velda didn't see herself as a monster, only a creature that was the genetic servant of her forebears and her feared master of distant times. He still existed somewhere in the underground region of that strange country and drained the blood of fearful peasants nocturnally in rightful royal exploitation on moonless nights.None of this had seemed possible to her the day before but now she was willing to accept the fact she was a Vampire doomed to walk the earth forever seeking the blood of human slaves to service her need for the liquid essence of life.When she withdrew from the station platform, the
The fact that he had been unfortunately caught in an accident involving a lifting crane and an unforgiving bulkhead made no sense to her because only this morning before heading off to work he had pounded her pussy from behind right at the kitchen window looking out at the quiet and peaceful harbor that looked so serene in the crisp morning air. In fact, her quim was still quivering from that last sweet coupling that would be no more without her darling Oscar.It was a blessing in disguise that they had no children even after hundreds of attempts in the past two years. She had come from an orphanage and didn't have the experience of many siblings like her husband but she did know the terrible fear that those around her would steal the very bread from her mouth if she was not assertive enough to stand up for her rights. Her delicious hour-glass figure was topped by the face of an absolute angel and all of her friends assumed she would have no problem in finding a suitable replacement f
When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.Her tongue slid into the slim groove to flick the clitoris, feeling it grow under her tongue. Jane was reminded of the first time she met her mistress, at a bar late one night when her husband was out of town on a business conference. Little did she know, but that chance encounter would forever change her.Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At that moment she couldn't understand why she questioned her orders. Her mistress told her to do something and she did it - at least after she gave her mistress pleasure!A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed and her sleeping husband. Everything
Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century- old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two-year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age.The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her.A scream sounded fro