14 comments/ 29403 views/ 5 favorites Sated By: Catharyn "You like it that way, baby? You been keeping secrets from your man?" I hear your words from the hall, where you stand, having pushed open our bedroom door. I left it a bit ajar when I lay down, knowing you were at work, never dreaming you'd come home early and catch me at my afternoon play. Or did I? You're quiet for the next few moments, just taking in the lewd sight of me sprawled across our bed. You've stumbled upon me here in a compromising position, one that proves without doubt that I have been keeping secrets - or at the very least, keeping something to myself. But with my body on display, skin covered in a silky sheen from such hard work and my eyes glazed from lust like a bitch in heat from my own nasty ministrations, you now know my secret, know for sure what I've been keeping from you. On my back I must make a pretty picture to you there in the hall, my long tan legs stiffed spread eagle, my bare pussy stuffed to the hilt with two creamy fingers, my tits pulled from the cups of my bra, framed high and tight, nipples cherry red from the stinging slaps I've naughtily lashed across them. They're shiny with wet from the intense sucking I gave them, too, when I first began my play this afternoon, yanking them high and devouring their flesh with my own mouth, licking and biting at them before roughly pulling them back out, over and over, with a wet plop and a low dirty moan. Can you see from the hall there, baby, how shiny they are from the coat of gloss I wear on my lips? I'm such a dirty bitch, but you love that about me, don't you? Love the fact that I can mouth-fuck my own huge tits, spank them 'til they burn, shooting a fucking line of fire right down to the very core of my cunt with every hard slap and every long, mean lick over my own nipples. You even like the way I lick them, don't you, the way I cup their naked weight up to my tongue, flatten it fat and lave them over and over, open mouthed, turning my head this way and that, like a starving cat lapping at a creamy dish of milk. Love the way I close my eyes and moan when my mouth is stuffed with them, the feel of it so good and nasty I'm forced to grind my ass against the bed in order to find some type of relief. Any woman who can get off on sucking her own tits, you once told me, is a treasure worth keeping. But as you stand there in the doorway, eyes on the picture I must be making as I'm splayed across our bed fingering my engorged clit and hot hungry pussy, my breathless efforts making the mounds of my tits sway back and forth above the pink lace of my bra, I wonder if you think that, still, as you realize that the oily pink hole low beneath my cunt is stuffed full with two of my own fingers? That's your surprise, isn't it baby? That's the secret I've been keeping from you, the fact that I'm a dirty girl, that I love it in the ass, that I feel empty as hell without that dirty little hole being chockfull, stretched tight. That I'm at my very best when every hole in me is stuffed. Cock, fingers, or tongue, it's all the same to me, as long as I'm filled. That like all good ass whores, I need to know there's not a single part of me, going to waste. I even crave it, baby, and I wonder if your seeing me like this spells that out for you? I'm watching you watch me from the hall, and even in my present preoccupation of working my pussy and tight pink asshole to the brink of a simultaneous double cumming, I wonder what you make of me. Keeping eye contact with you from our bed I pull my knees up and together, turning to one side so you can score a better view of what I'm all about. With my ass in full view to you now I raise one thigh, opening up nice and wide so you can watch each of my hands at work from where you stand in the hallway, silent and still. I shove the long middle two fingers of my left hand deep into my pussy, in and out, nice and slow, and I know you can hear the sucking noise caused by each deep milking. That sound turns you on, and I'm glad, but what does it do to you when seeing along with it the middle finger of my right hand, poking a slow, reaming fuck at my remaining hole, right in front of you, in and out, in and out? Does it excite you, baby, watching me find a nasty rhythm, witnessing one set of fingers withdraw from the hilt of my cunt as I simultaneously shove the other deep inside my asshole, finding home with a milking twist of my wrist? Does it turn you on, realizing I'm nearly so far gone in my play that I possess no choice but to begin to grind my hips as I fuck myself to near frenzy for your benefit? I can only hope it does, because this is my way of telling you my secret, of letting you know what it is I've kept from you. I'd known of the good possibility you'd be coming home early today, and I decided this was the way I'd tell you, in the only way I could, what else it is I need from you. Caught up in my own thoughts and with my own physical pleasure nearing its zenith, I barely hear the click of our bedroom door as you close it and enter our room. I have no trouble hearing, however, the words you say to me, low and hot, as you begin to loosen the belt at your hips as you approach our bed. "You're a dirty girl, keeping secrets. Get up on your knees for me." I am on the edge of orgasm from my self-play but with self-discipline and a deep-seated need to please you and obey you, I do as you demand. I rise to trembling knees from my side and reach back to unhook my bra, but you let me know immediately you have your own plans, that from this moment on in our play, it will be you alone who calls the shots. "The bra stays where it is. Lift those tits to me." I cup each breast and offer them up to your mouth as you stand at the side of our bed, pulling your belt from the loops of your jeans. You bend your head to each offered nipple, pink and engorged, lashing them once with the roughness of your tongue while simultaneously collaring my neck with the length of your belt. You leave just enough play in my leather collar to allow me to move and to breathe, but its presence at my throat is felt, and I am aware that you possess a purpose for it. You clamp down on a nipple, suckling hard enough to pleasure me, then cup my soaked slit, bringing your fingers to my mouth, telling me to taste them. "You like the taste of your pussy after you've nearly made yourself come, sweetheart, working your ass and your cunt together? Is it better, sweeter, when you've had your ass stuffed? Hotter?" Before I have the chance to answer you, you're speaking again, a chord of demand low in your voice as you remain standing beside the bed. "You want it up the ass, wet this cock up. All the way to the back of your throat, root to head. And no hands, baby. Want to watch you milk those tits while you're sucking my cock." I do as you say, from my knees. You've pulled your cock free of your fly and I move in hungrily to take it with pleasure, impatient to stuff my mouth with its thick hard length. While my hands are working my tits, I open my mouth wide and angle my jaw to work the head of your dick in, then work the length of you, inch by inch, 'til the head is cupping the back of my throat. After the first long slow glide I begin to work in earnest, faster, hollowing my cheeks for you as I suck upward from root to head, lubing you up, always angling my face so you can watch the shiny length of your dick disappearing down my throat. I close my eyes from the pleasure of the draw, allow my moans to escape along the entire length of your dick as I suck and tongue you. In just a matter of moments I'm grinding my quivering cunt along the mattress, humping it, on the verge of coming from the sensation of blowing you deep and kneading my tits, worked to a frenzy and whimpering for any type of release I can find. With your right hand you stroke my cheek, then pull back, leaving my mouth empty. You bend to kiss me where your cock has been, tonguing me and groaning before breaking the depth of your kiss. You then take possession of my leash and with it you work me to the middle of our bed before instructing me further. "On all fours, on your elbows. Ass up, legs wide." I am in position now to take you and as always, you do not disappoint me. From behind me you spread me wide with your thumbs then plunge your face into my gaping pink folds, lapping up every last bit of pussy juice dripping from the engorged flesh before tilting me higher, finding suckle on my throbbing clit, leaving me nearly upside down as you work it hard and long with your mouth and tongue, angled to perfection. When I moan and my knees threaten to buckle and my body begins to shake from the effort of fighting climax, I look back to you, ready to beg you to let me come. But before I can speak, you pull back, moving your thumbs higher, spreading my ass now, stretching wide the puckering pink of its needy hole. You claim it with your whole mouth, clamping down, sucking it hard and deep before finally lapping it with the flat of your tongue, leaving it good and soaked and ready for reaming. As I tremble, fight to hold off orgasm of both holes, you instruct me once again, this time with a lusty quake in the depth of your voice. "Hands beneath you, working that clit, and grind those tits hard into the mattress. Do it. Now. And don't stop, not even when I start to fuck your ass. Don't you dare stop." With your dirty words my cunt clinches up and my legs scream to stiffen, but I do as you say, shoving my hands beneath my belly and into the vee between my thighs, manipulating my bulging clit with my fingers. I begin to pump my hips, rocking slow, feeling the luscious friction between my swollen tits and the hardness of the bed beneath me. "That's my good girl," you coo to me, palming your cock, running its head in slow sweet circles around the well lubed rim of my hungry hole. You are teasing me, I know, but I am in ecstasy beneath you, waiting on you to fulfill my fantasy. To take you, all the way to the hilt, up my hole, already contracting from the fucking to come. Continuing to titty- fuck the mattress beneath me and to finger my clit, squeezed tight between the mattress and my hands, I hear you speak once more before I nearly lose consciousness with lust and need. "You ready to be ass-fucked, baby? You're all out of secrets, so get ready." And then there you are, right where I've needed you. Up on one knee behind me you've got me right where you want me, spreading the crack of my ass open wide with one hand while you feed the thickness of your cock, an inch at a time, into the hungry recess of my ass, with the other. My hole is greedy and sucks you in, its walls contracting, each spasm aiding in pulling you deeper into the darkness. As you hit home, groaning, "Ahhh, good and goddam tight, baby," and then pull out, only to slam back home, again and again, purchasing your pleasure, you push two huge fingers deep into my pussy. In less than a heartbeat you find your own dirty rhythm with me, reaming my upturned ass with your fat cock, withdrawing as you force your fingers deep into my pussy with a hard twist of your wrist. In and out, in and out, feeding both asshole and pussy in rhythm until I buckle, crying out, "You're gonna make me come, baby, fucking your dirty girl so good. Gonna make me come right up the ass and right up the dirty fucking cunt. Double me up baby, make your girl come! Make me cream from the ass all over that fat dirty fucking cock!" And then I'm on sensory overload, feeling my come all the way from my tits as they grind at the mattress, to my clit burgeoning between my fingers, to the double reaming and fucking of my asshole and pussy. I scream in climax like I've never screamed before, stiffening my legs, my cunt and asshole contracting simultaneously in one long wracking spasm that ends with my first-ever pussy spray, soaking the bed sheets and our brand-new king-sized quilt. When the spasms finally cease and I'm again aware of my surroundings I move to look back at you, realizing you're in the throes of claiming your own peak of pleasure. I pull my arms from beneath me and raise to my hands and knees, arching my back and offering you full access to my still contracting hole. You move both hands to my crack, spreading me full tilt, as you begin to piston your hips, milking the tight little hole you're ready to cream within. But you surprise me, now, by what you do when you groan deep and give voice to your pleasure, crying, "Gonna come baby, gonna come all over this dirty little ass. That what you want, want my come all over this dirty little hole I've just fucked?! Where you want it, dirty bitch?" And then I tell you exactly where I want it: "Yes baby, find your pleasure and coat my ass with it. Cream that hole with it, mark it as your own. Want to feel it shoot all over this dirty little ass." And as you come, closing your eyes and aiming your spewing cock with a long deep groan, I reach around to grab my ass cheeks, laying fingers deep into their flesh, giving you a bright pink bulls-eye to aim at, to saturate with your spunk. "That's my dirty girl, hold that fucking hole open baby. Open wide and say, 'Come on my ass, baby, mark me up right.'" And that's just what I say, spreading myself on my knees for you further, when you stiffen up and moan, "I'm gonna come. Fuck! Here it comes, baby." "That's right baby, let it come. Come all over this ass, mark your dirty bitch up right." In the next breath I hear you groan and I feel your body shake, feel the hot creamy spurts as they shoot from your cock, lashing white-hot ribbons of sweet sticky cum all over the gaping pink bulls-eye I've framed within my hands. And when it's over, when we're lying side by side with your arms wrapped around me and we're in the afterglow of so much mutual pleasure, I wonder how I could have kept from you something that ended up producing so much satisfaction for us both. But I won't, ever again. From now on there are no more secrets, nothing more I'll be afraid to share with you. And as I feel my eyes grow heavy with sleep and satisfaction, curled up next to you, you let me know in no uncertain terms your line of thinking is definitely in sync with mine. With a sleepy smile and a growl and a playful smack to my ass, you let me know: "No more secrets, dirty girl. No more secrets. But this one was a hell of a lot of fun." Sated Hunger A special thanks goes out to sabbathstorm for giving me the idea for this story, proofing and helping with the title! ***** Paul entered the hotel bar around 10 pm, tired from a long day working the booth at the trade show. After a long week it was finally Saturday, and the New York show was over. He had one more night at the hotel, and would be flying back to Toronto the next day.. He walked to the bar and ordered a beer, then, after paying for it, found a table and sat down. The bar was about half full and he scanned the crowd as he drank. A lot of people partying it up after the close of the trade show, but no one he really had any desire to talk to. One of the guys that was at the booth next to him that day waved for him to join them, but he declined with a wave of his hand. That was when she walked in the door. Half the men in the bar turned to watch as she made her way to the bar, and Paul was one of them. She was about five foot eight, with long straight black hair, porcelain skin and a body to die for. She was wearing a black, backless dress with a slit that ran from mid calf all the way up to the top of her thigh. She wasn't wearing stockings, and Paul caught a tantalizing glimpse of a long leg with every step she took. She went straight to the bar, and ordered a glass of red wine. Then she turned and looked at the crowd, her eyes scanning the room closely. Paul watched her as she did, and soon their eyes locked. Paul thought of averting his gaze, but was captivated and held by her grey/blue eyes. Then he noticed that she had picked up her wine and was walking towards him! Her medium sized breasts swayed under her dress as she walked, and he could tell that she was braless. Before he knew it, she was standing at his table, and he was looking up into those magnificent eyes. It was the sound of her voice, husky, but distinctly feminine, that drew his attention now. "Would you mind if I joined you?" "Ummm, no, please do." Paul stammered, hoping he didn't sound like an idiot. The woman sat slowly, then took a moment to size him up. He looked to be about thirty was about five foot nine, probably around 160 pounds, short black hair and brown eyes. He looked to be in decent shape, and overall was attractive, although not overly attractive. "My name is Sherri. Are you in town for the trade show?" "Yes actually, I finished today, fly home tomorrow." "Back to the wife and kids?" "No, quite single and quite childless." Paul replied, laughing. She smiled sensuously. "So a single guy all alone on his last night in the Big Apple. Have you had a chance to see the city?" "No, not really, the show took up a lot of time, and I've been too tired to work up the effort. Plus, the early mornings really put a damper on things." "What time is your flight tomorrow?" "Not until three in the afternoon, I figured I might take a look around tomorrow before I head to the airport." Sherri stood up and smiled. "You haven't seen New York unless you've seen it at night, come on, I'll give you the complete tour." Paul, slightly shocked, finished his beer and stood. Sherri took his hand and led him from the bar, out into the cool October night. While she attempted to hail them a cab, he ran his gaze over her body slowly, and could see that the cool air had caused her nipples to harden under the thin material of her dress. "Like what you see?" she asked. "Ummm, sorry, didn't mean to stare, but yes I do." She grinned, "Well, if you're a good boy, maybe I'll include more at the end of your tour." Paul stood stunned as a cab arrived and she gently pulled him into the back with her. She told the driver where to go, and they sped off into the night. Over the next few hours Sherri showed him New York at night, the lights of the Empire State building, the crowds in Times Square, and all of the other touristy spots. At around three a.m. she told the cabbie to take them to Central Park, and when they arrived she paid him and they got out. "My apartment is right on the other side of the park. Why don't we walk?" "I thought Central Park was dangerous to walk in at night?" Paul replied nervously. Sherri grinned. "Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll protect you. But I don't think anyone will protect you from me." "I don't think that's something I want protection from." "Good, because once we cross the park, it's time for the final part of the tour I promised you." Paul grinned sheepishly, and Sherri put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Paul felt his cock hardening as their bodies pressed together, and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her even closer. He could feel the hard points of her nipples digging into his chest through his shirt, and he grew even harder. Sherri broke the kiss and licked her lips. Then she reached down a lightly traced the outline of his cock with a fingernail before cupping it in her hand through his pants. "Mmmmm, hard and ready. I like that. Lets hurry." She quickly took his hand and led him into the park before he could reply. She walked with confidence, without the least bit of fear, despite all of the bad things Paul had heard about Central Park late at night. Paul on the other hand, kept his eyes moving, looking out for danger, and although he thought he saw people in the shadows every now and then, they moved away at his and Sherri's approach. Before long, they exited the park on the other side. "That's my building over there." Sherri said and pointed. She led Paul across the street and up to the door of a brownstone. She took her keys from her purse and opened the door, letting them in. She led him up the stairs and opened the door to her apartment on the second floor. Once they were inside, she hung her purse on a rack beside the door. "Can I get you a drink?" "Beer if you have any." "I think I can manage that. Make yourself comfortable." With that, she headed off towards the kitchen, and Paul made himself comfortable on the couch. She returned a minute later with a cold bottle of beer for him and a glass of red wine for herself. She sat down next to him on the couch and turned. "So tell me about yourself Paul." "What would you like to know?" "Everything you want to tell." So Paul told her. He told her about his job, life in Toronto, his small group of friends, his lack of a meaningful relationship, everything. Eventually he realized he must be rambling, and boring this beautiful creature. "What about you? Anything you'd like to share about yourself?" he asked. "Mmmmm.... maybe later." she said, and began lightly tracing her nails along his thigh. Paul looked into her grey eyes as she started to lean into him. When they were closed they kissed, softly at first, then harder with an increased urgency. Sherri could feel her need rising and had to fight it back, it was too soon. When the kiss broke, Paul was the first to speak. "I don't know what it is about you, but I think I could fall for you." "You're special Paul, I realized that from the first moment I saw you, that's why I came to you at the bar. But I'm not like other women. If you want me, you will have to accept that." "I think I could accept you no matter what the circumstance Sherri." She stood, and took him by the hand. "Come with me, lover." He rose from the couch and led him towards the back of the apartment. There, a set of stairs led upward. "This is your last chance to back out Paul, you can leave now, or you can come up these stairs with me. If you do, your life will never be the same, and I can't promise that you'll like it." Paul was slightly confused, there was a darker tone to her voice. He looked into her eyes, seeking more information, but knew he wouldn't get it unless he went with her. He knew that there was no way he could leave now, and without saying a word, started up the stairs. At the top of the stairs there was a small sitting room, with a sofa and a chair. Sherri directed him to take a seat. "I need to get some things ready, so you sit there and I'll be back in a minute to get you." Paul sat and Sherri left the room through the only door. What she had said downstairs was continuously running through his head. What had she meant by this changing his life? And the part about not liking it? Is she really a guy? No way, that's just not possible. The thought however, stayed with him until she returned. He had hoped she'd come back wearing something slinky and revealing, but she was still clad in the same dress as when she left. She motioned him to the door, and he got up and went to her. She kissed him deeply and then looked into his eyes. "Once we go through this door, you must do whatever I tell you. Without question. I don't usually do this, but I'm going to give you one last chance to go back down those stairs. You need to agree to submit to my whims, and fulfill my desires. Make your choice." "I'm staying. And I will do whatever you say. I want to fulfill your desires." She smiled and opened the door. She led him through into a room filled with candles. It was the only light, and it took Paul a few seconds to adjust to the change in light. The room was large, and took him a moment or two to completely take in. At one end, farthest away from him, was a giant king sized bed with red satin sheets. About 3 or four feet from the base sat a big, old style bath tub. There was a rail just before that, and he could see a set of heavy curtains pushed up against one wall that would divide the room when drawn. At the end of the room closer to him were more unusual items. The centrepiece was a big X shaped cross, called a St. Andrews. There were straps on it, obviously meant to hold someone to it. Next to the cross were a variety of toys, from floggers and paddles, to vibrators and dildos. Paul started to get a little nervous. "Ahhh, I'm not really into being hurt." he stated. "Shhhh, remember, you agreed to do whatever I said. Besides, I have no interest in hurting you. Those are only there for people I feel would enjoy them, and want to feel them." Paul nodded, still a bit unsure. He took a few steps further into the room, and when he turned, saw that Sherri had closed the door and locked it, and was putting the key into the drawer of a table. He stood there, unsure of what to do, watching her. "It's time to begin Paul, take off your clothes." Paul began to say something, then thought better of it, he did agree to this, and began to strip. Within a few moments, he was standing before her, naked and blushing. She walked around him in a slow circle, inspecting him, and he found the experience to be quite unsettling. When she was back in front, Sherri noticed he had lost his erection. She moved in close, took him in her hand, and began stroking gently. "Relax Paul, there is nothing for you to worry about. You have agreed to let me be in control, now just relax and enjoy it." He quickly regained his former hardness in her hand, and she smiled. Releasing him, she took his hand and led him to the cross. "Step up on the risers, and put your back to the cross." He did as she told him, and she quickly knelt by his feet. She first strapped a cuff to his right ankle, holding it in place. Then she moved up and put a strap around his lower thigh, securing that as well. She then repeated the process on his left leg. Looking up at him, she licked her way from the strap up his left thigh, and lightly ran the tip of her tongue down his shaft. He moaned, but before he could capture her head with his hands, she stood up. "Raise your arms." He followed her directions, and she snapped leather restraints on each of his wrists. He was now firmly secured, spreadeagle, on the cross. Sherri stepped back, surveying her handiwork. She lightly traced a fingernail across Paul's chest, at the end, circling one of his nipples until it hardened. She could feel her need rising. Paul stood, strapped to the cross, intensely aroused. He wanted to reach out and take her in his arms, tear off her clothes, and carry her to the bed. The desire and need showed in his face and body language, and Sherri could see his desire. "Are you ready to continue Paul?" He nodded, and whispered, "Yes." Sherri stepped back and slowly slid the straps of her dress down over her shoulders, making sure he had a good view of her. His eyes were locked on her as she released the straps and the top of the dress fell away. Her breasts were beautiful, not large, probably only a b cup, but they were upturned, the skin tight, and the pink of her nipples contrasted sharply with the paleness of her skin. She slowly ran her hands over her breasts, caressing them lightly as she looked into Paul's eyes. His breathing was heavier now, and she smiled to herself. She moved her hands from her breasts, down over her smooth taught stomach, until she had the bottom of the dress hooked between her fingers. Then slowly, sensuously, she pushed the dress down over her hips, and it fell into a pool at her feet. All she was wearing was her shoes and a smile. Paul gazed at her, and felt a surge of relief. All woman. The thought that she might have been a man had lingered until now. He hadn't even realized how concerned he had been. Her stomach led down to a small, well kept thatch of pubic hair, which descended down to her cleft. He followed her every move as she bent over, picked up the dress, and turned, walking away from him Her ass was tight and firm as he watched it move away from him. She deposited the dress on the bed, then picked up her glass of wine before returning to stand before him. She sipped it slowly, savouring it, running her tongue along the rim of the glass, teasing him. She finished off the glass, and placed it on a small table near the cross, then returned to stand before him. "How do you like what you see now?" she asked him. "As good as you thought it would be outside the bar. "Even better, your gorgeous." he replied, barely louder than a whisper. "Mmmm." she said as she pressed her body against his and leaned her head in to kiss him. As they kissed, she reached down between them and took him in her hand. Gripping him firmly, she began to stroke, and he moaned into her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she tilted her head to one side and began licking and nibbling at his neck. She licked her way up to his ear and whispered to him. "Give yourself to me totally, and I will love and take care of you forever." "Yes!" was his hoarse reply. She licked her way back down his neck to his chest, down to his nipple, which she took between her lips and sucked gently. Paul arched his back towards her, moaning, loving what she was doing to him. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she released his nipple and dropped to her knees before him. Looking up into his eyes, she wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked him. Watching her, he moaned and fought to stay in control. "Don't cum Paul, fight it as long as you can. It will be better for both of us if you hold off." That said, she quickly took him into her mouth. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth enveloping him made Paul cry out. Sherri began sucking him in slow, long strokes. She loved the taste of him, the smell of his arousal. The need in her grew even further. She knew she had to hold it at bay, to wait for the perfect moment. She could smell what she needed from him, and it was an exquisite torture to her to deny it. She could feel him starting to get too close to the edge, so she pulled her mouth off him stopping the sensation. He moaned. "Not yet Paul, the time isn't right. Trust me." He could only mumble a reply, but she knew he had heard her. When she was sure he had backed off enough, she resumed stroking him. She was feeling a different need now, one she hadn't indulged in a long time, and she decided that this was one she could sate now. Letting him go, she moved and retrieved a box from behind the cross. She placed it directly in front of him. "You are indeed a special man Paul, I haven't felt the desire to do this for many years." Pau looked confused for a moment, but she ignored it and stepped up onto the box. She moved so her breasts were against his face, and Paul immediately took a nipple between his lips. Now it was she that moaned as she felt the fire stir between her thighs. She lowered a hand between her legs and began stroking herself slowly, feeling the wetness he was causing flow from inside her. Not wanting to wait any longer, she extracted her nipple from his lips, and turned slowly. Bending slightly, she reached between her legs and grasped his cock. They moaned in unison as she rubbed the head slowly over her lips, teasing herself and him. Then, she placed him at her entrance and began to slide down and back. He entered her slowly, feeling her welcome him into the warmth and wetness of her centre. She was in control, and was taking her time. She growled low in her throat as she felt the space that had been empty for so long slowly being filled. Finally, he was fully in her, and the unison was complete. It felt as if their bodies had been made for each other. Sherri began to quicken the pace. Before long she was riding him hard, sliding herself up and down on him. After so long it felt so good to have someone inside her. She could feel a tenseness begin to well from inside her, feel herself begin to lose control. She could hear Paul behind her, breathing heavily, as she continuously slammed herself back onto him. As her excitement increased, her eyes began to change. From a deep light grey, they flashed to a scarlet red, and she bit her tongue, tasting fresh blood. A growl began deep in her throat and expanded, growing louder as she rode him faster and harder. As she peaked, she tossed back her head and howled, her entire body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. Sharp teeth flashed in the candlelight as she thrashed in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. Paul felt and heard her cum, but, luckily for him, he couldn't see her face. He could feel the muscles inside her contracting around him, pulling at him, and he fought with every ounce of willpower not to give in and explode. She had told him to wait, and he would as long as he was able. The sensations almost overwhelmed him, but in the end, he managed to maintain control. Sherri came back to her senses slowly, and schooled her features. Then she pulled herself off him, and heard him moan with regret. She slumped down onto the box and lay there for a moment, regaining her strength. The need inside her was great now, and her hunger was fierce. It was almost to much to restrain, and she knew that it was time. She stood slowly, stepped off of and removed the box she had been standing on. Then she returned to stand before him. She looked deeply into his eyes. "You said you would submit to my every whim? Fulfill my every desire? Would you stay with me forever? I need you Paul, unlike I have needed anyone in a very, very long time." Staring into those beautiful grey eyes, he replies. "Yes Sherri, I will. I will stay with you forever." The words spoken, Sherri drops to her knees before him once again. Quickly, feeling the almost uncontrollable need inside her begin to peak, she takes him into her mouth. No slow, tantalizing strokes and caresses now, now is the time for the climax. She can hear him start to moan above her, and knows that it won't take long. She uses a hand to lightly caress and squeeze his balls, feeling them tighten and contract. She removes her mouth and looks up at him. "Give in now Paul. Let yourself go. Now is the time, cum for me." She feels his cock tense in her hand and she knows he is at the point of no return. Once again, her eyes flash to scarlet, and now, in the light, he can see her incisors elongate into fangs. His mind can't comprehend what is happening, but it is too late, he is past the point of being able to stop himself. He can feel the cum boiling up from within him. Sated Hunger Sherri feels his cock begin to twitch, and times it perfectly. Just as his orgasm overtakes him, she sinks her fangs into the artery in his thigh. As the hot cum explodes from him, so does the hot blood explode into her mouth. The coppery taste is exquisite on her tongue. She can feel each throb of his orgasm as she continues to stroke him with her hand. She can also feel each throb of his heart as she drinks from him. Paul is in a state of panicked euphoria. The orgasm is the most intense of his life, he feels as if his balls are being drained completely. He can also feel her teeth in him, feel his blood pumping from his leg and into her. He feels himself starting to lose consciousness as the pleasure and pain mix. As the light begins to fade from the periphery of his vision, he realizes he doesn't mind. He loves her, and he is giving her what she needs. Sherri feels him stop throbbing in her hand as she continues to drink. The blood lust is completely upon her now, and she knows she is about to drain him dry. She loves him, but this is something that she must do. The warm red fluid tastes so good as she drinks. She is unconsciously clenching and unclenching her thighs as the excess blood flows down her chin and over her naked body. His heartbeat is slowing, she can feel it. She knows he is almost empty, knows that the ritual is near completion. As his heart beats it's last drum, she feels herself begin to orgasm yet again. He is drained now, but she holds onto his leg and rides the waves of pleasure as they roll over her. When it is done, she collapses at his feet, sated. One Year Later She sits in the bar, glad the trade show is over for another year. If one more of these balding, middle aged married men hits on her, she's going to scream. Sipping her white wine, she scans the crowd. She just happens to be looking towards the door when they walk in, They are a beautiful couple, she is thin, with long black hair, wearing a backless dress. He is handsome, with short black hair and wearing a dark suit. Both have striking alabaster skin. Too bad she doesn't get hit on by men like that! She even found herself attracted to the woman! Then she realized she'd been watching them for longer than she thought. They were walking towards her, both with glasses of red wine in their hands. It was the woman who spoke. "Hello, I'm Sherri, and this is Paul. Do you mind if we joined you?" "Hi, I'm Julie, please, take a seat." ********************** Please drop me a line and let me know what you thought of the story. And don't forget to vote!