The girl would enjoy it. Her body was built for sex, and even now her nipples hardened. Hope, like many troubled, young woman, had daddy issues. And the priest was very fatherly."What are we doing, Father?" asked Hope as the priest stopped the van on the shoulder of a deserted stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.Jezebel reached out and placed her hand on Father Augustine's then moved it to Hope's bare thigh. The priest squeezed her flesh and swallowed. Hope trembled and lowered her eyes as the priest, with the demon's help, stroked up and down the girl's sleek thigh.No one rides for free."No one rides for free," Father Augustine repeated, his voice hoarse with desire.Jezebel reached out and seized Hope's hand, pulling it to the priest's cassock over his bulge. She pressed her lips to Hope's ears and whispered, I understand, Father."I ... understand, Father," Hope murmured, squeezing the priest's cock."And there is only one way for a slut like you to pay," growled
The vampiress wanted to cuddle with his corpse and hold him while he changed. She wanted to be in his arms and welcome him into his new life. All night, as she texted with him, she ached for that moment.But her Sire had other plans for Damien."Sorry," she whispered to her dead husband. She had felt a momentary pang of guilt right before she killed him, but she couldn't stop her bloodlust or her drive to obey her Sire.She hefted pulled over the nightstand and easily balanced on it. She swiped the stud finder across the wall and marked their positions. Then she grabbed the heavy, metal bracket with a eyelet welded to the front. It was rated to support five tons, more than strong enough to restrain her husband.The power drill whined as she drilled the pilot holes. With her enhanced strength and reflexes, she had no problem drilling them perfectly. Then she grabbed the bracket and the bolts and, with a wrench, bolted the plate to the wall. She picked up the torque wrench and perfectly
Images of their life flashed through Damien. The way she stood stunned over Vincent after Damien had bashed the vampire's head into pulp, their two friends lying dead around them in their High School's cafeteria. How her hair burned like fire across her wedding dress a year later while her face lay hidden behind the veil.Obey...Her words were lace binding his thoughts, channeling them towards her.Obey me, Damien...His heart beat faster. Arousal entered his body, hardening his cock. Abigail slipped out of her wedding gown, wearing garters, stockings, a white thong, and nothing else. That night had been like their first time all over again.Only better. They knew what they were doing.You must obey me, Damien...Abigail appeared in her black combat fatigues, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a crossbow aimed before her as they stalked through a crypt hunting a vampire. Abigail, her face splattered with white as she swept the paint roller across their bedroom wall when they fir
"That would be nice," Abigail purred. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his neck. She kissed and nibbled on the very spot where she had sunk in her fangs and killed him.Fed upon him.Damien's dick throbbed against her flat stomach. His balls churned. The caress of her skin on the crown of his cock was almost too much for him to bear. He held back his orgasm, not wanting to spill his cum across her belly.He wanted to be in her when that happened."Please, let me down, Abigail," Damien groaned. "Let me worship you, my love."Her hand caressed up to his cheek. Her sharp fingernail bit into his flesh. His dick throbbed harder. "I do not have permission to free you.""Who could command you, Dam?" Damien groaned. "Who has the power to command the sun?""You are a lot more poetic this way," she purred into his neck. She moved away and fell back on their bed, letting out a wanton moan. "Sire, appear before me. He is awake. I need you."The shadows moved in the corner of
"Let her go!" roared Damien. His body heaved against the bonds as he witnessed his wife noisily suck another man's cock."That's better," the vampire groaned, a contemptible smile crossing his lips. "There's the anger and shame. You thought she was your faithful wife. But you know how vampires are turned."Images of Abigail gasping beneath the vampire as he fed off of her, his cock slamming into her depths. She orgasmed as she died, crying out in ecstasy. Damien clenched his fist and snarled. He hungered for blood.The vampire's blood."I'll tear your throat out," spat Damien. "You think you're the first vampire I've faced. I've been scraping your filthy kind off my boots for a decade.""Like you did with Vincent?" snarled the vampire."Vincent?" Damien demanded. That was the name of the first vampire Damien and Abigail had killed. They had been seniors in high school with no idea what they were doing. They just knew they had to stop the predator killing their friends."Yes, my beauti
"Yes, yes, Sire!" Abigail moaned.Her head threw back, pressing into the vampire's neck. He bit into her flesh, drinking her vampiric blood. Abigail shuddered. Her pupils dilated. Her pussy ground into Damien. Her juices flooded across his stomach and down to his cock. She squirted as she came hard."Such exquisite beauty," grinned the Vampire. "Your wife is mine.""His," Abigail echoed as she shuddered. Her breasts heaved and her mouth opened wide as she screamed out her passion.Damien roared and snarled. "I will kill you! I will rip you apart. I will feast on your entrails. She is my wife.""Now she is my whore," grinned the vampire.He ripped his cock from Abigail's asshole. His wife slipped to the floor and turned, swallowing the vampire's cock into her mouth and sucking her ass clean from his dick. The vampire gripped her hair and groaned, his eyes rolling back in the head as he savored the pleasure of using Damien's wife.Damien strained against metal, pitting his undead flesh
Just the key." Wiggle the toe.His breathing slowed as the world began to fall away. He focused on the silver key lying on the stained wood. His mind grasped at it, sliding along the wood and struggling to pick it up. The nightstand rattled again, the lamp wobbling.The key lifted up."Yes." his breath exploded out of him. A dull ache formed behind his eye.The room grew brighter.The key floated through the air. He moved it up to his right manacle. He could just make out the lock. The key was facing the wrong way. He turned it and pressed it against the metal. It scraped and slid against the manacle as he struggled to find the lock."Come on," Damien growled. His head throbbed. His stomach growled. He needed blood. He could smell blood outside. Humans stirred in the neighborhood. His tongue licked his lips. Hearts beat, only faint murmurs. Damien heard them through walls and distance. The beats called to him as they pumped hot, life-giving blood."No," he growled.The key caught on a
And Faust will continue to expand his power."Aurora flared her wings. The Ether was so thin. It was the medium separating the mortal world from beyond. All she had to do was step through the barrier and manifest. She could close the curtains and save Damien. The plan would be salvageable.But she hadn't been given permission to perform any more interventions. Heaven no longer considered the risks worth allowing her to try. And she was no a demon. She wouldn't act without orders.But she wanted to."Gideon. I could crossover. I could save him. Do they know upstairs?"Gideon glanced at his clipboard. "No intervention is possible. It is not worth the cost of allowing another demonic encroachment."Anger flared through Aurora. She seized the Ether's fabric. She just had to tear and she would be through. She would save Damien and he could go kill Faust. Damien would be another monster, but one more easily manageable than the monster that was Faust."Aurora?" Gideon gasped, placing a hand
It took me a couple of minutes to really come back to awareness, and I was still hard in Eden’s ass. My cock felt like it was super light and super heavy at the same time, like a steel beam without weight, and I realized that I’d picked up my own high from all the oil.“Eden,” I groaned, slowly pulling out of her ass until I popped out.She moaned happily, rolling onto her side, and I managed to lift her up and slide her onto the massage bench. “Hey, baby,” she grinned. “Up until this afternoon, I thought last weekend was the best sex I’d ever had. This definitely tops it.”I laughed, and she did too, and I crawled up behind her on the bench and spooned her as she tilted her head back so I could kiss her.“You’re still hard,” she noticed.“I am,” I grinned.“Good,” she said, sliding off the massage bench and heading to my little kitchenette and grabbing a washcloth. “Because I want your next two loads deep in my cunt. Then you can pick where you put it on or in your personal MILF after
“O-Oh ... wow...” she said.“What is it?” I asked.“I think my high just kicked in,” she said breathily. “My ass feels amazing, and God I want you to fuck me.”“Not yet,” I grinned, continuing on with her thighs, and watched as she squirmed in place, flexing her muscles and absorbing the feelings running through them. Her nipples were poking out nice and hard, and she was arching her back a bit with her horniness and pushing her chest to the sky.Spreading her legs, I got on the bench between them and looked at her pussy up close. I’d fallen in love with it that first time at her place, but I just couldn’t get enough of how perfect and pretty it was. Aroused as she was, it was swollen a soft, ruddy pink, the inner labia spread slightly wanting something to fill it, her clit poking out from the little clit hood that capped it.“Trevie, baby,” she moaned, reaching down for me. “Fuck me?”“I told you the plan, baby,” I said with a smile. “Step two, I want a taste of this delicious pussy.
“That would be so hot,” she grinned and kissed me.We made out for a little while, and then I stripped her naked - which didn’t take long since she was only wearing the dress and no underwear.“I’ve got a plan for you tonight,” I told her. “Step one is giving you the full body massage and running my fingers over every single inch of your body, and step two is feasting on that delicious MILF pussy of yours until you’ve squirted at least twice for me. But for step one I need you to decide something for me.”“What’s that, Trev?” she asked. She was naked and sitting on the edge of the massage bench, but somehow her energy and nervous excitement made her almost like a kid on Christmas morning.I couldn’t help it, I kissed her again first. “Well, I can use my regular massage oils,” I said, showing her a bottle of the usual brand I used. But there was another, unlabeled brand next to it. “Or I can use this. I had a friend back in college who was a bit of a pothead, and she’d done research in
And Monday had been like I’d started working at an entirely new Spa. Sure, I still had the occasional older client, but what Jessica had said had been true - my week looked like it had booked up with Trophy Wives and Club Daughters.Thankfully, I think, nothing untoward or explicit happened. There was some light flirting, but no one got as forward as Rachel Killian had, let alone Eden; the weirdest part of it all was that all of them were so nice to me. Everything I could remember about the Greenmeadow membership was that it was snooty, snotty and could be quite rude. But these women were downright ... pleasant. And I could think of only one reason - they were all, in the back of their minds, considering the idea of getting a piece of me.That, right there, was a weird feeling and I dreaded the day someone made a move I had to turn down.“Why would I ask her out?” I replied to Jessica. We were waiting in the lobby for my next appointment, a Club daughter who was running five minutes l
And then we were fucking again, her on top and riding me, putting in the work as her tits bounced off my lips and I grabbed her ass, teasing her asshole with one finger. Then I flipped her over and fucked her on her hands and knees, and she came again when I adjusted and fucked down into her more, mounting her like an animal and bashing my cock against her g-spot, causing her to squirt again in a little spray.She pulled off my cock and this time I came in her mouth as she swallowed it down.I went to the kitchen and got us water, and came back to Eden kneeling face down on the bed, her ass up in the air, asking me to spank her. I did, and then fucked her from behind again as she fingered her clit and humped back at me, panting and laughing and begging me to make her come again. Then we shifted again and she mounted me backwards so that I could watch her ass, which I spanked and played with as she bounced and ground on my cock. She fell back onto me and I fucked up into her, jamming o
She kissed me as I carried her, uncaring that I was smothered in her juices and smell, getting it smeared all over herself as well. She directed me to her bedroom and I tossed her on the bed as she laughed happily, and then I slowly pulled the dress off of her as she bit her lower lip sexily and watched me with a little smile. Joining her array of jewellery was a thin golden chain around her waist.“God, you are perfect,” I said, crawling onto the bed and looming over her so I could kiss her.“You’re not so fucking bad yourself, though you aren’t nearly naked enough,” she teased and giggled as she plucked at my shirt. “How the hell did you get so good at that?”“Patience, and practice,” I said as I stripped off my wet t-shirt and started unbuckling my belt. “And I plan on putting in a lot more of it with you.”“Yes, please, God,” Eden grinned. “Be as patient as you want with me. But don’t forget to be rough, too. I’m serious, I want you to make me your little MILFy whore. Anything you
“Oh, oh my God,” Eden moaned quickly. “Oh, no, oh my God! Trevor. Oh, you’re really good at that.”I pushed her thighs wider, the green dress sliding up over her hips, and I looked her in the eyes as I tongued her.“Ung, do you actually get turned on doing that?” she asked me, clutching at her knees to keep her legs open for me, her pretty lips pouted open from the fast pleasure I was pushing on her.“You taste so fucking good,” I said between licks.“Oh, fuck,” she breathed out. “Oh, my God.” And then she sighed with a girlish, sexy moan.“Just relax and enjoy, you naughty fucking MILF,” I said.“Hooooo-kay,” she moaned, relaxing back on the couch and closing her eyes.She breathed deeply, letting out little moans for a bit, but her eyes snapped open when I moved up to her clit. “Oh! Fuck, that’s really good. Oh, Trevor, fuck. My clit. My clit!”I reached up and pulled the shoulders of her dress down, revealing her naked tits, and used one hand to fondle them while I brought the othe
That right there was the best kind of response I could get from someone. I’d only gotten it once before during my practical placements through college. Getting it again with Marissa made me a little giddy and lightheaded. Eventually, she called me back into the room, and I showed her some arm and back stretches that would help her out, along with how to use a tennis ball on her chest to work out some tension. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hold her over if things got really tense before she could get another massage.She waited around for me while I cleaned and reset the room, and then we walked to the staff changing rooms together. Marissa had me give her my number before we split apart.That night I went back to my place feeling like a king. I’d changed a beautiful friend’s life with my knowledge and skills. And I’d gotten the best blowjob I’d had in my life from Eden.Once I’d had dinner, I texted Eden.‘Good evening, Eden. This is Trevor.’It was a couple of minutes before I got
I chuckled and went back in. Marissa was lying on the bench with the wedge under her. It started around her hip area and lifted her abdomen at a slight angle, and her breasts sat in the cutouts while her head remained raised. I could see the expanse of her side boob from one side, and she was definitely filling out the cutout.“Can I take this thing home with me?” she asked. “I haven’t slept on my stomach since I was like thirteen because of these things.”“It’s not mine to give away,” I said. “But I can give you some good websites to order one from.”I reapplied oil to my hands and went to work. Marissa was a little ticklish on her sides, but once I’d gotten her warmed up on her lower back and she’d gotten used to the feeling of my hands, I started moving higher. She had a build that was similar to Rachel Killian - generally fit, but holding a curvaceous softness that made massaging her skin feel just a little pillowy. Her back had a few little moles and freckles that made her feel m